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muses for a closed multimuse group -------- loved by blossom

achilles. tags. admetus. tags. artemis. tags.  charon. tags. cleito. tags. demeter. tags. dionysus. tags. enyo. tags. hades. tags. hera. tags. hephaestus. tags.  pasithea. tags.

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There was a time when Apollo had been a shepherd god. This is quite a long time ago, Hermes had been born and decided to play quite the interesting trick on him. He had fifty prized cattle, looking after them tenderly, with the utmost of care. They’re sacred to him, no matter how much time has passed by. The anxiety weighed heavy while trying to find out what happened, only to be replaced by boiling rage upon facing his brother, merely an infant. However, this doesn’t fool anyone. Lies and theft! The whole predicament resolved before Zeus and the domain of being a shepherd god had been passed on to the mischievous child. Although the role never left his own duties, simply becoming the god of herds and flocks instead. He likes to spread his divine touch to the animals. Often they’re better than people. His experience with owning cattle of his own and tending to others made being a slave for Admetus make sense. If Apollo were to suffer for nine long years then it must be done doing something that he truly loved. Only what a surprise it had been to find another passion in the meantime. Bestowing the gift of twins onto the cows into those fields was effortless and it helped take care of the people who relied on the resources. It makes him happy to see some of them raised by his own hand are still here. Once young calves and now much older, yet still have some spirit in their step.

What the god wouldn’t give for another chance at one of those long nights. He felt so comfortable sliding into such a submissive role with the king, easily spreading his legs for him. His way of inviting him to slide inside. The gasps that fill the room when he stretched around him, as if their bodies were perfectly crafted for each other. He wonders how many people stood by to listen, pleasuring themselves off of their intimacy. Only Aphrodite dare know the answer but Apollo never goes looking for one. The god only cares about their limited time alone. His attention never leaves Admetus for a second to bother caring about the other side of the door. His heels digging into the king’s lower back while his fingernails scratch down the rest of his skin. Unless his thighs were held in a more spread position. These memories come to him at night, haunting him as if he could still feel the warmth of Admetus’ breath on his neck. It has been so long since this pleasure washed over him, wanting to do everything and anything if it meant having his beloved close to him again.

Sometimes there were rare nights when they had a few extra minutes to spare, allowing Apollo to lay on top of him, tracing fingers along those muscles and gazing down at the king so fondly. If only that time could last longer, staying here the whole night to rest his head upon his love until morning. The sun would shine through the windows and illuminate their skin for the kind of welcoming they always deserved. Apollo never got this luxury, instead asleep alone in a cramped room with several other men. The ones who worked to keep the palace clean or did hard labor such as the god does outside from sunrise to sunset.

It makes his lips quirk into a smirk. The golden haired Olympian has always loved the way Admetus wasn’t afraid to correct him. He doesn’t agree necessarily. “I think highly of you since you are deserving of my praise.”  His sister isn’t nearby this time, made sure to let her know of his whereabouts before leaving their mountain. This was something that needed to be done. Seeing the man he loves again has plagued his thoughts for too long. “I always valued your honesty in our relationship. Nobody has ever done that before but I understand now after all this time why it needed to be done. There are certain duties you need to fulfill in your own right, just as my people have their own. I don’t hold that against you any longer. I don’t think I ever truly did. My wish for your life is happiness. I’m glad by being here can help give you some of that. I don’t have a beard this time …” His fingers gesture to his face, clean shaven as if a hair has never grown there before. He flashes a bright grin, flirting even after all this time. It felt safe if  Admetus is no longer with anyone. They did just confess their love again, did they not? “I hope that I’m still your type. Everything else is the same. My heart still beating for you, my body craving your touch, and my soul wanting your affection.”

Eventually the calf crawls out of his lap to run back to the mother, leaving the two men alone to continue repairing a bridge not burned, simply in need of some care. He feels nervous, an emotion not one that Apollo dabbles in often. He starts crawling over, dirt clinging to his knees, sliding into the king’s lap since it just feels appropriate. “Let me be yours again. You have my heart and I have yours. What is stopping us now? Let me come be your lover again. Only difference this time is that I won’t be one of your slaves. We can have it all now, Admetus. If you allow it I could stay the entire night, no longer separated. Do you wish for this as well?” His chiton short, extravagant patterns stitched into the fabric. His wrists have gold jewelry around them, fingers reaching out to adjust the clothes on the king. He’s still doting on him even after all this time. He feels comfortable sitting here in the mortal’s lap — a lot like coming home. Now it’s just up to Admetus if he’ll invite him inside. Apollo made it obvious that he’s interested in staying the night and rekindling their romance.

If it had not happened to him, Admetus would not have believed such a story. A god being banished to work as a slave in the fields of a mortal king? How insane that must sound. Yet that is his story, or the basis of the story. It’s the very skeleton of the story, because it goes so much deeper than just a god being his slave. He had been a dream when Admetus had come down to check on his fields, he knew this man was different. Just the golden hair alone, Admetus was hooked. He had made simple conversation in passing one hot afternoon and it spiraled from there. He wanted to learn this man, every inch of his body and every word of his story. He had never felt this way for anyone, no love had compared. How could it compare? One could see it as an odd use of his power to call in a slave to his chambers but they did not know who this was and they did not know how captivating he truly is. Admetus could listen to his speak for hours and he could watch him work for just as long. On top of all that, Apollo cared for the work he was doing which made Admetus adore him even more. Despite being a slave and being exiled from Olympus itself, he still cared for every single animal he came into contact with. The cows especially. Not a single one had ever gotten sick because of how much love the god poured into his work to make the fields thrive with him in it. Apollo had single handedly helped his people and stolen his heart at the same time. No one even had a chance to compare. 

There’s not another body he wanted to learn than that of Apollos. He can remember the curve of his spine when he’d arch up in a gasp. He can remember the hair that would stick to his forehead due to the sweat they’d work up. The king remembers the shape of his hand in his own and the warmth of him as he pushed inside of the god. He was always searingly hot, making Admetus groan out into the chamber. The desire would make his body tremble, as the king hand’s would find home on Apollo’s hips pulling him down to meet his thrusts keeping him buried so deeply into the god’s body that they felt as one. It was a divine obsession, making love to Apollo nearly every night staying joined together as long as they could. The desperation would come off them both in waves, choking gasps into each other’s mouths and praise falling like the sweat that dripped down his skin. He’s make Apollo his own when he’d come inside him, dripping down the god’s thighs -- owning him for that moment making his sheets filthy with their spent. He wants to carry Apollo back to his chamber right now, strip him of these fine robes and take him like he used to. They have so much time to make up for and Admetus wants to get back to that form of worship, body against body. 

They never had enough time it felt like. Apollo always had to leave before morning came. It was devastating every time. They barely got the time to bask in the afterglow together but this time could be different. Apollo could stay until the sun rose and even beyond that. If the god wished he could lay in Admetus’ bed for as long as he wanted. That would be everything Admetus always wanted. They would no longer have to rush, they could take all night if they wanted to and spend all day together. He was truly gifted with a second chance to do everything they wanted to do the first time around, right now. He’d be a fool to reject Apollo. He’d surely rather die than do such a thing. He never stopped loving the god and he doesn’t think that it’s at all possible for him to stop loving him. It has become a part of his very soul. His bones are branded with Apollo’s name. 

Admetus laughs when he sees that smirk. Despite being a king, he should still bite his tongue. Apollo is still a god... though it doesn’t always feel that way. He feels like a lover, like a husband who can share jokes with. So.. maybe he doesn’t need to bite his tongue, if he did Apollo would not be afraid to let him know. So he lets those thoughts slide away much like water on his skin. “To know you still think of me so highly makes my heart sing.. and makes me wonder if you’re a bit mad. But.. I can’t speak much can I? I may be a little mad too.” Admetus’ face also lights up in a grin, that comfortable and easy part of their relationship comes back so easily it’s almost as if Apollo never left his side. “Yes, well.. outside of being my lover you were my dearest friend. I suppose I know I can be open with you and you’ll take it in stride.” His smile softens a bit, and in truth Admetus is relieved. “I’m glad you understand now. It tore me apart to break your heart like that as I broke my own. I wish it wasn’t sprung upon us the way it was. I wish I got more time to explain it to you but the past is the past. You’re here now and you understand and you still love me. How could I ever ask for anything better than this?” The little bit of vanity makes the king laugh once again. “You know I did not mind the beard, obviously. But I do very much like the clean shave, makes you look young and full of spirit. You could run circles around me.” He teases a bit. It’s so easy to be like this with him again. “My dearest love, of course you’re still my type. It’s me who should be worried, I’m nearly an old man now. I hope you would still want me after all this time. I want to give my everything to you. I will cherish your heart and your soul. They will go unbroken this time. I swear it to you... everything you want you can have and more. I have always belonged to you.” 

Love comes in so many forms, Hermes has learned that fairly quickly in his lifetime. He loves his family, even if some of his siblings are a little more intense than others. This is like sunlight shining down on him while listening to the laughter filling the room at one of their extravagant gatherings. Sometimes arguments are started, expected with all the personalities stuck together. Which also depends on who shows. Ares sometimes is busy if there’s war spewing. This is one kind of love — familial. It’s a complicated one but also important. Where you come from! However on the list that’s continuously growing, there’s another that ranks high up alongside it.

There’s a passion burning, never to be extinguished. This is felt for Charon. Nobody else throughout all his life has made his heart feel this way. It felt like coming *home* while settling into this extra large bed. Hermes feels more comfortable here in their quarters rather than back on Olympus. He doesn’t like being apart from his lover. He enjoys waking up with their arms wrapped up around his body, easy to keep him pinned against their chest, and envelops him in everything that Charon is. They’re far larger than Hermes and he likes to spend their quiet moments just tracing over their muscles. Only allowed to see them underneath those robes, not a sight for many other eyes. Their relationship is forged by a strong bond, forever wanting his heart linked to theirs.

“They don’t really need me at all hours. I can afford some time off.” Maybe it’s true that Hermes works far too much but he fears how anyone would fare with him gone from his duties for too long. It isn’t something to worry about now, laying here with Charon makes any thoughts about work disappear. Those cold fingers touching him is a sensation that the god enjoys, the jarring difference in the temperature of each other’s body making a satisfied hum leave his lips. “I think that I could get away with coming down to spend my nights with you. There aren’t many messages to be sent out so late.” Maybe Hermes is selfish but decides here and now to be fall asleep in their bed more than he already is after tonight. There’s nowhere else the god wants to be at the end of his days.

The hand is guided further under his skirt, breathing a little faster after letting go and letting them do whatever they wish from now on. Hermes can’t help whimpering softly as those cool digits press against his hips, rubbing teasing circles against the warm skin. He’s willing to beg — touch me, touch me, please touch me. 

“Charon, please.”

Although! There’s some very interesting gossip dropped into his lap. 

“Hades left? The boss never goes to the surface. What did he venture up for? Do you think he’s going to see Persephone?” 

Charon knows they don’t look like the type to show love. They’re much like their mother in that regard. Seemingly emotionless and stone cold, but when a child grows up with the influence of Chaos looming behind their every move and being the only child of the universe -- even long before mortals, well there’s very little else to learn from besides the very few gods that surrounded them. However as the universe began to flourish and blossom, so did Charon. On the inside at least. There used to be no mercy, no kindness anywhere in their bones but their eyes have been opened again and again. Their soul was one of the first to be thrown into the world and it will be the very last, even Charon will have to row the last soul to the underworld before his younger brother will take him. It’s a fate he will not speak about and there’s no need to speak about it. There are eons and eons of time until then and every moment they have they will be focusing on the things that bring light into their once barren and lonely world. Hermes has always been that guide, a bright light that blinds them yet guides them all the same. This is a devotion that Charon will never shake. Charon loves Hermes, it took them a long time to get there. They did not know love like mortals knew it, how could they? But Hermes was patient and kind, waiting for Charon to catch up. They weren’t used to being one step behind but it turns out it wasn’t all that bad, they have the best view after all. 

“You know what Lord Hades and Mother Nyx would say if they heard this, yes? We are employees not slaves. I’m sure they’d bring it right to Olympus too. There is no need overwork yourself, I do not wish to see you do so. Come rest here whenever you need it, you know this door is always open to you.” Charon understands despite it all. Long before the Titans there were very few of them to shoulder the weight of their domains. Charon never had a break, always drowning. At the time they didn’t realize the toll it took on them until they became obsolete. When his domain no long was needed that’s when they retired and taking a step back they saw how grueling it all was. They don’t want to see Hermes in the same spot and come to resent his work. Charon was lucky they had the chance to retire instead of another fate, not all gods and titans are that lucky. So Charon will insist much like their employers that Hermes get rest. Besides, this rest also benefits Charon, more time with their beloved god. Anytime they can steal or have, they will take it. “I would surely enjoy that. Coming into this room is all that much better when you are here waiting for me. I would go as far to say it is no longer my room, but ours. This is your home as much as it is mine. I hope that will bring you here much more often.” Sentiment now comes naturally to Charon and they can’t imagine sleeping away from Hermes any longer. It’s a form of torture, truly. They want him to stay.

Charon can hear the shift in Hermes’ breathing. They’ve got their lover right where they want him, melting under their touch and letting their long days melt away into nothingness. Fingers brush downwards, featherlight against Hermes’ inner thigh. Not touching him quite yet, he wants Hermes to ask for it. “Please, what? You know I need to hear it from you.” The older god coos softly, encouraging him. But while this is fun, they both know they’re big gossips so the whispers around the underworld are just as interesting as fingers against Hermes’ thighs. 

Satyrs are famously known for their promiscuous behavior and love for dance. They are often seen with women in their laps and a cup of wine in one hand. Ampelos always felt different from his people. He didn’t want to give his body to just anyone, wanting it to be for love. Everyone thought him to be a fool for it. Often questioning how he could turn down Dionysus and his advancements. Ampelos just simply knows none of them understand. He wanted the god to love him not just bed him only to never return again. Maybe he’s got too soft a heart as a satyr but this is who the young man is. Although maybe being different has always applied to his life. He has a full head of hair, curls falling down against his shoulders, and pushed back behind his silken ears. If anyone has met another satyr they know how rare this is for their kind.

The first time Ampelos met Dionysus, they were at the same gathering. It was in one of the clearings of the forest. Nighttime lulled over them, Helios nowhere to be seen with his chariot. Some of the satyrs were dancing around a fire while wine filled their bellies. You could witness several orgies going on closer to the trees, not even trying to hide what they were doing. Ampelos never took part in those activities. He stood awkwardly alone with a cup of red pressed to his lips, simply observing everyone having a good time. He remembers dropping the alcohol in his grip when his eyes locked with the god’s eyesight. He had a satyr in his lap but that didn’t last long after they got a good look at each other. He looks down at the grass, the wine wasted. Ampelos glanced around but the attention could only have been on him. Which is how they ended up getting to know each other. Somehow the god saw something in this young satyr.

It has been some time since that night. He has been taking it slow, not ready to give up his body yet. Ampelos doesn’t mind if the god looks, knowing given he is always nude makes it hard not to let your gaze linger every now and again. He appreciates that respect is given with his choice to wait.  In the meantime they spend a lot of time together, making the love in his heart only grow more for his god. “If I were to fall then hopefully your strong arms would catch me before I met the ground.” He holds out one of the apples he picked toward Dionysus. He always likes to share with him. In the meantime, Ampelos takes a bite out of his, some of the juice dripping off his lips. “I’ll try to be careful since it’s you asking. I quite like the idea of watching you pick fruit for me.”

Many of his fellow gods think that he is strange for his preference of satyrs. However, Dionysus finds home among him. They relate closely to him, their love of good times and wine drew him in from the first moment he had stumble upon their parties. Every since he visits this little village of satyrs often. He had found pleasure in many of them, participating in their many parties and even their orgies. They were much more fun at parties than the gods on Olympus that always ended in fights and consisted of bragging of their achievements. Instead the satyrs really knew how to party and was it any wonder that Dionysus decided to join them in their many parties and dances? He had spent many years with these satyrs, and he remembers the first time he saw Ampelos across the open field. It was like Eros had struck his heart in an instant. The satyr’s beauty was unapparelled and the god had never felt like this ever in his life. It was instant love for Dionysus. So he promptly nudged the satyr out of his lap and well.. the rest was history.

Ampelos is different from the rest of the satyrs and truthfully that’s what makes the god love him even more. He doesn’t throw himself into his arms, no instead he’s making Dionysus work for his affection which is something he’s never had to do but he’s enjoying it. They are getting to know each other in a deeper way, and creating a bond that Dionysus feels can never be unbroken. This is not lust to the god but instead this is love, this is affection and adoration. He loves Ampelos with all his heart and he will take as long as he must to prove it to him. He wants the satyr to trust him and know that this is different from the other relations that he’s had in the past. This is real to him. 

Finally being lifted off of the ground is what Aphrodite wanted all this time. There’s nothing that she craves more than being in those strong arms. Hephaestus is always willing to protect her and for once the wrathful side of her can be quiet. She doesn’t have to always be on guard of her heart when they’re home here on their mountain. Her left hand slowly raised from his shoulders to gently comb her fingers through his hair, giving it a gentle tug. They might be busy but they frequently make time for each other which is why the goddess things that they have one of the more healthy relationships out of any of the other marriages among their kind. Her children are growing up quickly, Eros is an adult now, aged too quickly, and the twins are young but also approaching their adolescent years. They will soon be grown men too and everyone leaving the nest isn’t something Aphrodite was ready for it seems. They both want a full family, so many children running around them to try getting their attention. It makes her smile, having this love in her life after so much trial and error in the past.

Her body is pressed against her husband’s chest, getting comfortable in his grip. Aphrodite loves how large Hephaestus’ hands are, spread across her bum every time they’re in this position. She pulls back from the kiss, looking at him while their faces are so close to one another. “You’re the only one I want to have the view of pleasure washing over me. Many might crave such an experience but nobody else is deserving.” Her hand returned to resting against his shoulders, nails scratching against his skin while they’re making their way down to the beach. “I’m going to leave my mark on you while you press into me.” The scratches left behind always make her smile, a sign of her love even if they don’t last long. She leans in for another kiss now, a soft moan against his lips since she can feel him rubbing against her heat.

If Hephaestus could cradle his wife in his arms for the rest of his time, he would. He would never set her down. He’d never left her feet grow sore or dirty from walking on unholy ground. Sadly that’s not something that’s possible, so he will settle with taking her into his arms as often as he can and holding her for as long as possible. He’s content to feel her warmth against his body, a different kind of warmth than the hot molten metals he works with. No this is a warmth that spreads from his chest and down to his very toes. A sigh leaves his lips those deft fingers pulling gently on his tangled hair, sending chills right down his spine. Only Aphrodite has ever had this effect on him, able to elect such reactions from him. Until her, he had been content to be on his own. He had been for awhile at this time. Especially after finding out that Hera had lied to Zeus about him being his son so Zeus had cast Hephaestus out for being imperfect. The god had come to terms with the fact that there would be no god or goddess that could love him. So he decided then that he would also never love in return. Aphrodite had changed that in an instant. Her beauty had drawn him in, but her heart was so full of love and kindness that he kept crawling back for more. He loved that perfect heart of hers before her body. Not that he doesn’t appreciate her body because well he’d be a fool if he didn’t. Now he wants that beauty of heart passed on to their children. He wants to see her happy and bright, glowing with excitement as she carries their children.

If the circumstances were different, Persephone might have found the sight of her husband outside of his domain to be quite amusing. However, there’s a hurt that lingers in her bones after their miscommunication. It feels as if those feelings are burning their way out from the inside. She started dreaming of having children, several of them running around their corridors. Many might not think the underworld would be ideal for an upbringing for children. However, Persephone thinks for their family? It will be perfect. Images of a little girl tugging Hades away from his throne constantly came to mind. Maybe this hope is what brought her to try having a conversation about starting a family but being brushed off hurt more than Persephone expected it to. The disinterest radiated off of him so she quickly retreated to their chambers to gather some belongings. Which isn’t much, mainly one of her fur lined cloaks around her body and went to sneak out into Tartarus to find Charon. Which is how the journey began for a new chapter of her life. It was difficult at first forming new routines. It might have been two years but Persephone misses the way things used to be. Maybe that’s why her cloak is hanging on the wall, designed to match the one Hades is wearing right now.

“You never left your domain long as we’ve known each other. Unless you’re making a trip to Olympus but … that doesn’t quite count as spending time away from home. There’s so much beauty in this world that you’re missing out on. All the flowers are in bloom and waiting for you to say hello.” The goddess gives Hades a certain look, still unsure about the status of their relationship. He came all this way just to see her so the least Persephone can do is hear him out. She steps forward and pulls his cloak off of his shoulders, so large that it could act like a blanket for her. She folds it in her arms and places it down on top of her table. Despite all her hurt, here she is still doting on him. “Honestly, how you can spend so much time surrounded by fire only to have the sunlight make you sweat … even after all this time you continue to surprise me.” Her fingers touch his cheek, standing on her toes to get the best look at his eyes. Maybe she’s worried about him, that love shown in her gentle touch. “You shall be fine, my love.”

The goddess stands back down, looking around her small space. Should she offer him a beverage? Maybe some fruit from the garden? The pomegranates are her favorite this year. The compliment makes her pause for a moment, looking up at him in shock. “Thank you …” She moves some of the curls from her face and now there’s a rose color seen on her cheeks. Hades has a way of making her feel this way even now. “I have missed you but you hurt me the last we saw each other. The way you reacted when I mentioned trying to have children … I couldn’t shake it.” She turns around, back turned to him, while she looks out the window at the river.  “All I wanted was a family with you but you don’t …”

Hades didn’t understand what had happened at first. Work had been piled up that day, he didn’t remember any conversation that had been spoken today. Zeus had been angry about... well whatever he wanted to be and caused a storm so severe that it nearly wiped out an entire city. His mind was solely focused on getting thousands of souls where they belonged. When the long day was over he had returned to find Persephone missing. At first, he assumed she had gone to see her mother he knows it had been a long time since she had ventured up. So the god thought nothing of it. That was until one night turned into many and many nights turned into months. Hades begun to suspect that something else had happened between them on that fateful day he was too preoccupied to remember. There is only one way in and out of the underworld and that’s through the ferryman Charon. Dammed bastard seemed content to side with Persephone, mouth staying closed thinking that Hades had known when he had done. Though with an outrageous amount of gold and convincing that Hades truly was unaware of what had happened, Charon told him what the goddess herself had told them. They told him that he had blown off her idea of a family and there Hades’ heart fell to the floor. His dear wife had felt as if Hades would not want to start a family, how upset he is that he had given her such an impression. Charon sadly did not know where she went after they dropped her at the surface. But Hades knows Charon has close relations with Hermes and that their younger brother Thanatos is on the surface often. With even more gold poured into the ferryman’s hands he tasks the chthonic god to find out where Persephone has made her home. 

It takes much longer than Hades expects to find her, but here he stands. The heat of the day making him sweat but that doesn’t matter. What matters now is that Hades will fix this, and bring her home where she belongs and where they can raise as many kids as they wish together. “I know I have not, but it did not feel right to send someone to fetch you. I wanted to have this conversation with you here and now. I’ve never gotten the chance to view your domain and that’s selfish of me. I hope my eyes adjust enough so I can catch even a glimpse of it. If it is even half as beautiful as you then it’s worth it.” It’s a relief as the fur is pulled from his shoulders, though the thick turtleneck he’s wearing still isn’t providing much relief either. He’ll have to end up shedding that eventually. However now is not the time for his woes of the surface. “Ah, fire provides warmth to an otherwise cold domain, this heat is already heating up a hot surface.” The god sighs at her touch, as if she brings all the cooling he needs. Eyes close as he relishes in it, missing it so much it brings tears to his eyes for just a moment. The goddess has always had a pull over him that no one else was capable of. 

WHEN: two years ago WHERE: outside the entrance to the underworld  WITH: @ambrosiatm​ / demeter

It felt strange stepping foot out onto the surface after so long. Her delicate fingers held onto the fur-lined cloak wrapped around her body. It dragged against the grass slightly as memories of what’s being left behind beginning to haunt her. Persephone didn’t bring many things, one small bag filled with her favorite belongings that have been gathered over the years. Her arm drops it to the ground but doesn’t remove the overgarment since the smell of Hades lingers on it. This might be the last memory she’ll have of her husband for a while and would like to cherish it even if he hurt her. Tears form in Persephone’s eyes and turns to the one person who will always protect her heart. “Mama? I really need you. I know you’re a busy goddess but please.” Her voice calls out to the sky, hoping that Demeter can hear her.  

There aren’t many people who know what the life of being a psychopomp is like. It’s an exhausting job sometimes, especially when Ares is encouraging war or when Apollo grows angry and throws a new pandemic down on the land for several days. The gods all have their own way of showing wrath. It’s interesting to watch but Hermes doesn’t have that much time to sit around and observe. Usually those moments will keep the messenger god and his associate death busy. Otherwise the souls are kept waiting at the shore and it breaks his own heart to see them so lost. Hermes knows that sometimes a wait is necessary, Charon can only carry so many in their boat at a time. He hopes today wasn’t too tiring but their expressions seem to tell him that it was one of the more quiet days. Those are nice, gives Hermes the chance to linger and have some conversations. Most of the time he’s doing all the talking while they listen but this is how their relationship has worked for all these centuries. “Well, I really like to surprise you.” Most might not be able to tell, but Hermes knows that happiness is their mood tonight. The surprise was a success!  When the large palm pulls on his ankle his legs spread apart slightly, no longer sitting in that crossed position. Hermes is blushing due to the view Charon likely got in the process. “You’re worth a lot of love. I might have ran faster than I’ve ever gone to make sure everyone’s messages got out on time. I told them that they can deal without having me around for one day. My favorite nights are when I’m able to fall asleep at your side and wake up secure in your arms. No safer place than having you surround me.” His body turning to look at Charon better, reaching down to guide the hand further up his thigh. This angle will definitely give his boyfriend a view. “How was work today? I hope no souls gave you trouble. You can relax now here with me!

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The divine touch of a god can’t quite compare to much else. Maybe Apollo has spoiled the cattle far too much but there’s no regret in his decisions. They are sweet creatures, wanting to give them only the best, which is why he bestowed blessings onto them when it had been his duty to care for them out here. Every single one of them had been given a gift — always birthing twins. What could be better than bringing new life into the world? Of course, that’s also something Apollo understood with how many children he has helped conceive. He has spent so many long hours serving the king here in these fields, working harder than Apollo has ever done. It gave him a new insight to what the life of a mortal is truly like. They suffer too and it breaks his heart to know how little time they have on this plane to truly enjoy it.

Although not all of it was spent enslaved, sometimes pleasure was felt in those hours spent in Admetus’ bed. His divine touch felt even then with the warmth of his golden skin as his nails dug into the kings back while he pressed into him over and over and over again. The god’s moans would fill the extravagantly decorated room, anyone nearby would absolutely be able to hear the activities going on inside. He always liked looking at the scratch marks left behind on Admetus back, tracing over them, always healing them before going back to his own quarters if he wished for it. All their moments together made the blond fall in love. It wasn’t just about sex, sometimes he prepared a cheese board for him, decorating it with fruit and other luxuries. Apollo would feed Admetus and the other olympians detested this domesticated action from their fellow god. Their judgment doesn’t matter because doting on the mortal brought him joy. He enjoyed his tasks at the end of the day. He was heartbroken when it all came stopped after nine years when it was time for the wedding and his time as a slave was done.

“You were always a wise man.” This is all the more reason to make more trips to this city. If he’s going to be welcomed then Apollo will accept the offer. He has missed this kingdom, nothing back home is quite like it. He grows tired of hearing his father talk sometimes. “It hurts to know that they call out for me. I’ll spend some more time here with them this evening to make up for my absence. I want to let them know I’ll be a frequent visitor.” His smile radiating it’s own kind of light, more so when Admetus kneels down to join him here.

The newborn calf nudges her head against the gods hand and he reaches out to give the attention that is desired. He is a god of herds after all. “You are no longer married? I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Alcestis. I may still love you but my words are honest as I know you cared about her.”

The cows have been a blessing in more ways than one. They not only provide good resources for his people such as milk and meat but they will always have a connection to Apollo. It’s part of the reason why Admetus visits the fields so often. He remembers when he first step food in the fields because he was informed that the cows had been having twins, every single pregnant mother was birthing miracle babies. That’s when he first met the god, at first he was unaware that the man among them was in fact Apollo. However just the sight of him struck him like an arrow through the chest, Eros’ doing no doubt. But every since that moment Admetus demanded to know who this worker was in the fields. If Admetus had it his way, Apollo would have stopped working that first day he laid eyes upon him and come live in the castle with him to be his consort. However Zeus’ divine punishment could not make exceptions the god was doomed to work in his fields. While there were no exceptions there was still a bit of rule bending that was done.

Apollo would spend long nights in his chambers, Admetus keeping the beautiful god all to himself. They’d laid in his bed together, oils soothing over nearly blistered skin to relieve the other of the betrayal of his precious sun. He’d run his hands down the god’s back marveling in the muscles that moved and twitched beneath his touch. He can almost hear the echo’s of the moans that would bounce from the walls so everyone could hear their shared ecstasy. How Admetus wished to keep the marks of Apollo on his body, wanting to glance at his back in the mirror for the rest of time to see the red lines that crossed over his freckled skin, but that was not to be. Apollo was too kind to let him stay harmed, instead warm hands would press along those scratches to make them disappear. Oh, what he’d give to feel that almost too hot skin writhing against his body once more, to have his teeth bite into molten flesh and sooth his tongue over a mark he’d been allow to give a god. Admetus is a man starved. Does that then make Apollo a cruel god for depraving such a devout man? Surely not, this was the king’s own exile. He did this to himself and now he’s dammed to this taunting. Truthfully it wasn’t all about sex, the god had taken to spoiling the king, who knew that was still possible. Delicate fingers would place the finest of cheeses on his tongue and would dote endlessly as he lay across the king’s chest. There was a domestic side to things, one so sweet that he could envision a white chiton that would have flowed beautiful upon Apollo’s perfect form. But mortals are not meant for gods, not matter how much Admetus wishes they were. So he lives with the hauntingly beautiful ghosts of intertwined fingers and whispered words of worship. 

“You think much too highly of me.” It makes Admetus laugh a bit though. How strange it is to have this conversation with a god, nearly correcting him. He does hope Artemis isn’t anywhere nearby to smite him for correcting her good brother. “It was the worst when you left. They mourned for you as if you would never return...” He pauses, “I did as well, I mourned your leaving.” He’s alright with admitting it. He’s never been one to shy away from telling the truth to his one love. He had been truthful in their relationship before and he wasn’t going to begin now. There is still devastation in this heart from when Apollo left the first time, but he knows he’s broken Apollo’s heart as well with the  marriage to his previous wife. Truly a mess they’ve gotten themselves into, their strings of fate tangled and twisted but.. maybe this could begin the unravelling of it. “I know we’re all happy for your return... I wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back. Not that I would fault you of course, but I still had a lingering fear I would never get to lay my eyes upon you again.” He had that nightmare often, his dying breath and Apollo would never again appear to him. But now he’s got something to disprove that fear and it’s the man sitting in front of him.

Trips through Hades domain are frequent due to his duties as a psychopomp. His smile is the last happy sight that they usually see but Hermes hopes that they can find another glimpse of it somewhere in the afterlife. Not everyone brought on the ferry are doomed to be tortured in Tartarus for the rest of eternity. Hermes also has another very important reason for his ventures down here. Sometimes he doesn’t have any work to do, instead coming to visit his boyfriend. It took them several centuries to figure out how to be together but now? The god can’t imagine anyone else being on the receiving end of his passion. He has memorized the schedule Charon follows, knowing that they should be returning to their chambers soon. Hermes is waiting on the middle of their bed, legs crossed, and his winged boots have been disposed of. Golden feathered wings flap excitedly on his head, shifting his position a little. He just likes spending time together and thinks that this will be a nice sight after a long day on the boat. He hears them coming so Hermes is sitting up straight in anticipation. ”Hey, boss. Surprised? I bet you’re so happy to see me! I’ve arranged to spend the entire night with you because I love you so much!”

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The moment that Aphrodite met Hephaestus met will always be special. Respect was given to her as no attempt to take the goddess right to bed. She is known for flaunting her beauty and everyone tries to place their hands upon her skin. Her husband was the first who took a different approach and that won her heart over instantly. Aphrodite is in love and always in awe of what Hephaestus does for their family. Once this mountain had been more lively when Eros was younger, but since leaving the nest it feels quite empty at home. Maybe this is just the goddess wanting more children, feeling like they’re ready to raise another godling. Motherhood just suits her. Aphrodite is also known for going directly after what she wants. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind and just go for it.  

The coal staining Hephaestus’ fingers is smearing onto her own skin but that doesn’t bother her. It’ll soon enough be a mark of their passion. “You are quite the romantic, dear. Carry me down to the beach. I want to feel the water against my toes while you’re making love to me. The view would be absolutely perfect … you know me so well.” She nudges her nose agains his for a moment before pressing their lips together. The goddess wraps her arms around his neck, taking advantage of her husband leaning down to do so. Which truthfully is all part of her plan of having those strong arms lift her off the ground. 

Hephaestus knows what she wants, he wants it too. Eros was a wonderful child, a child full of passion and heart. Hephaestus wants more children with her. He wants a full family, full of children running circles around them until they can’t keep up any longer. He truly believes he was given a gift, Aphrodite is everything he’s ever wanted and so much more than that. There must be no god, mortal or titian alive who is as lucky as he is, nor as happy he is. There’s always a state of bliss when his wife is around and he could never imagine not adoring every piece of her. All the people who loved her before him are fools for walking away, for not wanting to experience everything about her. Their relationship is far beyond just sex, but right now? It’s all either of them can think about surely wanting to expand their family.

TWO YEARS have passed, the seasons moving slowly through Greece. This is the third summer Persephone has experienced since leaving the Underworld and leaving her duties behind. The home is small but it’s located near a river and surrounded by trees and wildlife far as her eyes can see. A lively town resides nearby but kept at a distance so none of the mortals living there come to bother her. There’s a grand garden outside, keeping her occupied during the warmer months. Her chiton is short, a light shade of green, and the fabric stopping the middle of her thigh. The fabric is thin enough to see through if you looked hard enough. There are some flowers in her curls, liking to feel like she’s one with nature. The straps of her sandals are dyed white, each step taken carefully over the grass. She has an empty basket in her arms but it swiftly drops onto ground when she sees her husband standing there. How long has he been watching? 

“Husband? Why are you here?” They had an awful fight last time, hurt by him brushing her off about wanting to start a family. Now after two long years they’re standing in front of each other. Persephone loves him still, even after all the hurt, one look at him is enough to make her think about reaching out to him. “Come inside. This has to be too bright for your eyes.” She bends down to pick up the dropped basket and moves into the small cottage. Hopefully Hades follows.

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Years pass differently for gods that they door mortals, yet the years have been nothing but long for Hades. He waited to long for his wife to return and she had yet to. He wasn’t exactly sure what prompted her leaving at first but after talks with Hermes and Thanatos he’s discovered their blatant miscommunication. After discovering this, the hardest part was finding out where his wife had been hiding out. He knows very little about the mortal surface world. He spends most of his time in the Underworld and the rest of that little time on Olympus. He had never seen a need to visit before then. So far he doesn’t see what the fuss even is about. His eyes hurt, damn Apollo and Helios. The light blinding him to a point where he can barely open his eyes, even squinting isn’t enough to end the burning. The heat also doesn’t help. It is sweltering and that is saying a lot from the king of the Underworld. He’s miserable but the only comfort is that in the distance even through burning eyes he can see his wife. The chiton is short on her supple legs and the flowers can be seen. It makes him stop for a moment, admiring the view. She looks... happy and warm. Her skin glistens in the sunlight. For a spilt second he wonders if he should run such bliss. If maybe she didn’t return because this is much better than her life down below. It breaks his heart to think it, but he doesn’t have much time to decide his choice before his wife is finally catching his eye. 

There isn’t a single cloud in the sky today. Only blue far as the eye can see while Helios is driving his chariot overhead. Ampelos watches the sun for a moment before turning his gaze on the path ahead. His fingers feeling the bark of one of the trees in his passing. He remembers the way, been on this journey enough that it comes easy to him. His tail is long, swishing slightly to ward off the insects buzzing around him. He eventually reaches the clearing, climbing up onto the tree to pull three apples off of the tree. The young satyr is always careful with his footwork, easily landing back down on the ground while holding the ripe fruit. He appears to be alone, so he decides to sit down in the field. The apples placed on his left but barely gets one bite before seeing Dionysus is staring at him in the distance. Ampelos has a crush on the god, no doubt about it. He has heard stories of him laying with many of his kind before so he’s cautious about the advancements. He wants to be more than just another body. “How long have you been there keeping an eye on me?” There’s a rose color appearing on his cheeks, something typica when they’re spending time together. “Would you like to sit with me?”

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Dionysus has always had a bit of a type. While the gods are fun, they aren’t really what he’s after. At the end of the day they’re all run of the mill, perfection in every way possible. They’re all pretty he’ll give them that but maybe it’s the god half of him that is disillusioned to their perfection, that and it seems his father is related to far too many of them for Dionysus to even consider perusing them. It was truly an accident when the god had stumbled upon such an event. The satyrs throwing a party, and well.. that’s a good start already in his book. But their long tails and silken ears drew him in like a bee to honey. He couldn’t resist them, and so more often than not the god joins in on their parties around the fire and provides them with wines and an amazing time. The more parties he attended the more he began to associate with the satyrs, eventually coming to visit them outside of their party hours. He quickly began to bed them, like any reasonable man would truly. They’re all beautiful but then a sweet young satyr caught his eye. He swears that Eros has struck him right the the heart using those wicked arrows. He’d never felt drawn to someone in the instant he had laid eyes upon them. It was a desperation to get his hands on Ampelos but his advancements were not... rejected but merely redirected. Dionysus had given himself quite the reputation and now he must prove to the satyr that he is true in his words and adoration. He’s not laid with a soul since laying his eyes upon Ampelos.