Chapter 1: I Wake Up on a Mountain
Chapter Text
As the blissfulness of my dream faded into black, the sounds of conversation and distant arguing faded into my perception. The scent of…vanilla? Or was it coconut oil...lingered in the room. I decided not to open my eyes, trying to savor the remainder of my unconscious paradise, and maybe even trying to slip back into dreamland.
I heard soft, yet oddly purposeful, footsteps growing louder, to which I assumed something was approaching me.
A sudden sensation of warmth on my forehead almost shocked me enough to open my eyes and let out a shriek. I reluctantly stayed still, though not without shifting slightly to make it look like whatever had touched me woke me up.
My eyebrows furrowed slightly, and I rumbled out a mix between a hum and a groan as I turned over to face the opposite direction of the warm presence.
Then, I heard laughter, no, giggling. A shrill, hysterical sound, loud enough to pierce my eardrums and shake my very consciousness.
“Quiet, now,” A soft-spoken timbre reached my ears. “You’ll wake him up with your obnoxious cackling.” My curiosity grew. There was more than one being in the room with me.
I let my eyelids flutter open, and immediately squinted as an impossibly bright light pervaded my vision, assaulting my poor eyes. For a moment, I felt as though I had been blinded.
“Oh, it’s too bright?” The softer voice questioned, voice laced with a strange concern. “Brother, draw the curtains.”
I heard a faint ‘shhkk’ noise, metal sliding quickly against more metal. The invasive light ceased. My vision was finally able to focus, albeit with strain. I was still not fully awake, so I couldn’t exactly get my body to coordinate properly.
I was met with the unclear sight of a man. A beautiful man, at that. He looked as if he was glowing. I shook that thought off, dismissing it with the fact that I was still half-asleep and not comprehending much of reality yet.
But even with my drowsiness, I could tell that he was positively gorgeous. Long, blonde hair cascaded down his shoulders in gentle waves, mystically aegean eyes glancing down at me with care.
“Good morning,” He spoke warmly, the timbre of his voice alone so unbelievably comforting, almost lulling me back to peaceful slumber. Everything about him radiated solace and warmth.
“I apologize for the sudden and very foreign surroundings.”
That caught my attention, or rather, my confusion. Foreign surroundings?
I took in the room I was in. It was nice. Spacious. Paintings of various still-life objects decorated the walls. Laurel wreaths wrapped around the walls, as if defying the laws of gravity, and string lights hung from the ceiling in beautiful, pleasing arches. I noticed a symbol above the doorway—a sun. Whether it was made from wood or metal I could not tell. I noticed potted plants decorating the spaces right beside the doorway, one on each side next to the door. My vision then shifted to the shelves lining the walls, filled with various potion bottles, each one with a different label, medical supplies surrounding them. There was a desk on one side of the room, with an easel placed next to it, filled with various colors that I assumed was an unfinished painting. On the other side, a piano stood valiantly, the cushioned seat pushed in, the music desk and shelf filled with old-looking sheet music. A round, pastel yellow carpet, decorated with white accents, laid on the floor, clean and proper.
This was not my room.
I panicked.
He noticed.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” The beauty reassured, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “You’re safe here. Please don’t worry.”
That eased my tension a little bit, but I still wondered where I was.
“Where…” I trailed off, trying to articulate the right words.
As if reading my mind, he responded cheerfully.
“Why, you’re on Mount Olympus!”
My face paled. Mount Olympus. The home of the literal Greek pantheon. I had to be dreaming; there was no way that I—
“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My sincerest apologies. My name is Apollo.”
—Oh. Oh.
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Chapter 2: I Get Harassed by a Rooster
Summary:
remus meets ares ig? idk how to summarize this one
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Once Apollo finally deemed me conscious enough, he led me outside to a garden. It was huge—bigger than any other garden I’d seen before—filled to the brim with various sorts of flowers. Hyacinths, sunflowers, daffodils, lilies: you name it, it was there. There was a neat cobblestone pathway through the garden, looking recently trimmed. Large rocks sat beside the dips of small hills in the distance, and I noticed a river with a nice, wooden bridge.
He sat down beside me, underneath a large wisteria tree, and conversed for a while. After a little while, he said he had to tend to a meeting, and left me with a basket of fruits and an arrangement of seeds that he seemingly conjured up out of nowhere, saying I’m welcome to share with the animals here.
A few minutes later, I noticed a chicken in the distance. A rooster, perhaps a Welsummer Bantam, standing large and proud in the distance. He strutted about, as if he was the self-proclaimed king of this garden. He strutted up to me confidently, making a display of his tail feathers with a subtle wag, the plumage sleek with the glossy sheen of light that illuminated them. It was odd, seeing a chicken so self-assured, because from my knowledge, they were usually cautious around strangers. He turned to the side, looking directly at me, before continuing his approach, steady and calm. I remembered that chickens can have sunflower seeds, so I took the bag of them out of the woven basket, holding them out in my hand.
I didn’t expect him to approach as fast as he did, pecking at the sunflower seeds until my hand was empty and looking up at me expectantly until I refilled it. Soon enough, I ran out, and the rooster just kept staring at me, as if silently demanding more.
“...I don’t have any more,” I spoke quietly, furrowing my eyebrows as he stood still for a long moment. Then, he suddenly flapped up onto my shoulder, using it as a perch as he began repeatedly pecking at my hair and face. I yelped—both from surprise and pain—and flailed my arms about, trying to stop the relentless attack.
“HEY, QUIT IT!—” I exclaimed, alarmed, and the bastard seemed to understand….somehow. He settled down, descending onto my lap and making himself comfortable.
“....asshole,” I muttered to the rooster. Again, he looked like he understood me.
Unbeknownst to me, this “rooster” wasn’t actually a rooster at all. So I was shocked when this chicken with a temper turned into a burly man with a temper. Damn my naivety for making me forget that gods often took the form of animals. And it made sense now, I realized, because why would a god associated with aggression not have a corresponding animal with the same reputation?
Ares. AKA the one god my feeble self did not need to encounter. And he was currently in my lap.
What does one even do in this situation? Because I sure as hell didn’t know. Looking back, I still don’t know.
He let out a low grumble and didn’t move from his position, glaring down at me as if sizing me up. I didn’t do anything, mostly because I had been frozen in place.
“... You smell of Apollo,” The god stated bluntly. “Why.”
“.....what..?” was all I could muster in my current state, because I hadn’t even realized that I could smell like a god.
“Citrus. Honey. Vanilla. You smell of him.”
The god leaned closer to my neck. I felt a shiver wrack every vertebrae in my spine.
“What are you? Another pet of his?”
“...I don’t…think so?” I answered his question with a question of my own. “I’d certainly hope not..”
“... Good,” He grunted in approval as he stood up. “Come.”
I didn’t even have a choice because he promptly scooped me up and carried me to another temple-like structure.
I sighed.
Here we go again.
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Notes:
i don't know why i specifically wanted ares to meet remus (oc) in the 2nd chapter but. oh well
ao3 author curse better not get to me or i will scream
Loumaa_04 on Chapter 2 Thu 24 Jul 2025 08:20PM UTC
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