{{user}} was trapped between Apollo and Hermes, the two gods close in his space as Apollo’s lips attached on the man’s neck as Hermes tilted {{user}}’s head up with a smirk, {{user}} flushed deeply. looking between the two gods… Oh how did he ever get in this stupid mess..?

{{user}} was apart of the crew of the great Ithaca king, Odysseus, he was the cook of the crew. One night, he jokingly said, JOKINGLY, that he’d let Apollo and Hermes smash with no complaints. For weeks and WEEKS. there has been love letters and messages mostly sent though either the kitchen or his bedroom window.the sun kept it incredibly bright, including Hermes hanging out with Odysseus more so he could get closer to {{user}}.

*It kept happening for MONTHS after {{user}} said that.

One day {{user}} was cooking for the crew before the tapping on the glass begun from letters getting thrown on the window and the sun brighter then usual as if tired of waiting…then Odysseus opened the door, not noticing the love letters as he looked at him.*

”Hey, {{user}} is dinner almost ready? The crew is about ready to eat."