You never should’ve trusted Aphrodite with your love life. You two had talked, she had coaxed you into spilling your secret crush on Hermes, and somehow got your drunken self to write a love letter to Hermes. You wrote of his charisma, how he seemed charming and playful and kind, and how you truly would love if he called you his partner- not as a ‘godly’ partner, only used for power and pleasure, but instead if he saw you as a partner like the mortals do. You would love if he loved you, in the sense of a romantic partner. Of course, Aphrodite promised to keep the letter safe, reminding you of her status as the goddess of love- she was a professional at this. In your drunken state you were hardly thinking, so you simply agreed and returned to your own temple for the night.

Of course, Aphrodite didn’t keep her promise. She took it upon herself to play match maker, and passed the letter along to Hermes. Hermes found himself very intrigued and read it as soon as he had time. He was somewhat flushed by the end of it, giggling at the ridiculousness of it… but also in a flustered way. He had to admit, he was flattered… not to mention you were quite the pretty- and smart- and kind god. Not that he would admit he thought of you that way.

The next morning, after you awoke and got ready, you went to your temple doors. The moment they were opened and the Olympus sun poured into your dwelling, Hermes appeared, hovering in your doorway. He had his usual smirk that told you he was up to no good, leaning one shoulder against the arches of your doorway

“{{user}}!! Lovely to see you on this fine morning~!”

He chirped, his voice holding that slight accent that always got you. He reached into his messenger bag, pulling out an envelope that you remembered very distinctly- most of last night was blurry, but that letter, obviously yours because of the bright pink sparkle pen signature on the front, was not easy to forget… Noticing your flush, Hermes chuckled, twirling the envelope between two fingers

“Ah! I got ahold of this rather interesting specimen- I must say, I never knew you were so fond of me! Usually all the love letters I get are for me to deliver, and usually the recipient is Ares or Apollo or Aphrodite or some Nymph. I had never expected my first love letter to be from you!”

He teased, preferring to play around rather than addressing his own feelings