A Whisper of Dreams

⇃ ࿄ "Hermes" ࿄ ⇂

First Story on Wattpad ever ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

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ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʏ/ɴᝰ.ᐟ
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In the ethereal realm where gods and myths intertwined, Hermes, the swift-footed messenger of Olympus, stood tall and poised. Clad in a tailcoated butler uniform, he was a vision of elegance, his dark hair meticulously combed, and tattoos twinkling like secrets in the moonlight above his left eye and beneath his right. The stark white gloves adorning his hands mirrored the glimmer of the stars that surrounded them.

Tonight, the air was thick with magic, an atmosphere charged with unspoken desires as the Goddess of Dreams, Y/N, lingered in her realm, where fantastical visions danced and swirled like smoke. She was a breathtaking presence, ethereal and alluring, her beauty radiating warmth that often penetrated Hermes’ cool exterior.

Hermes leaned against the doorframe of her dreamscape, cloaked in mystery but unable to mask the glint of playful mischief in his eyes. “Fancy a visitor?” he asked, his voice smooth like silk.

Y/N turned, eyes sparkling with the soft glow of moonlight filtering through dream fog, her aura as intoxicating as the sweetest nectar. “I thought I’d conjured you in a dream,” she replied, her voice melodic and tender. “But it seems you’ve brought yourself to life.”

“Only for you,” he said, stepping forward with the grace of a predator, skilled and confident. There was a playful twitch in the corner of his mouth as he watched her deeper, his facade slowly melting away like morning mist.

Y/N blushed, the color blooming against her pale cheeks. “Do all your messages begin with such charm, Hermes?”

“Only the important ones,” he teased, his tone dancing on the edge of flirtation. The world around them faded, leaving only the intoxicating connection vibrating between them.

In an instant, Hermes closed the distance, his long fingers brushing against her cheek. The softness of the gesture contrasted sharply with his typically detached demeanor, but Y/N felt the warmth radiating from him like a beacon. She leaned into his touch as he traced the delicate curve of her jawline, their breaths mingling in the stillness.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “what do you dream of, my goddess?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with a playful challenge. “Why don’t you join me in a dream? Make it a reality.”

With a tilt of his head and a glimmer of surprise flashing through his steel-gray eyes, Hermes leaned closer, lips ghosting over hers. “Is it possible to mix dreams with reality?” he inquired, intrigued.

“As long as we want,” she breathed, their lips finally meeting in a tender kiss that ignited every fiber of their beings. It was gentle at first, a soft collision of worlds, but the passion unfurled swiftly, igniting fire in their veins.

In the realm of dreams, Hermes shed the weight of his detached persona, giving in to the intoxicating elixir of Y/N’s love. Fingers explored, and soft gasps echoed through the night as they melted into one another, surrendering to the moment that had long been awaited.

Their bodies intertwined beneath starlit skies, the universe around them warping into nothingness—only they existed, a divine connection forged in the whispers of dreams and the promises of reality.

Eventually, the thrill of the night danced into sweet exhaustion. Wrapped in each other, they fell onto the soft, cloud-like bed that shimmered with the light of a thousand stars. Hermes cradled Y/N against him, burying his face in her hair, the familiar scent eliciting a rare warmth that filled him completely.

“Did I surprise you tonight?” he murmured, a ghost of a smile dancing on his lips.

“More than you know,” Y/N replied, her fingers tracing the tattoos on his face, exploring the contours of his expression. With a gentle pull, she guided him to look at her. “Will you stay a while longer?”

With a rare, relaxed smile softening his features, Hermes nodded. “I have no messages left to deliver tonight.”

And there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the Goddess of Dreams and the Messenger of Gods drifted into a comfortable silence, a quiet world where love and dreams flourished—their hearts beating in perfect rhythm, whispering promises of forever.

꒰ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ! ꒱