N E W T

"Y/N, I need to tell you something." Your boyfriend Newt said as you guys were watching TV.

"You can tell me anything, Newt." You rubbed your thumb along his hand.

"My name isn't Newt."

You shot up, turning to look at him with an eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation.

"I'm actually called Eros."

"Like, after the Greek god of love?"

"No, I am Eros." He sighed at the doubt on your face. "Watch."

He slipped off his shirt, revealing the two lumpy scars he said were from a car accident. They seemed to be growing and growing until white, feathery wings sprouted out. Eros kept them folded up by his back as you took it all in.

"I fell in love with the god of love. With fucking Cupid, the chubby baby on Valentine's Day cards." You muttered to yourself.

"I dislike that portrayal of my Roman name." He wrinkled his nose and ruffled his feathers, drawing your focus back to the wings.

They were soft and went down to his ankles. He let you reach out and stroke them, in a daze. A hesitant moan left his mouth as your fingers ran along them.

"You're not freaked out by this?" Eros asked.

"I am. But I love you." You answered, kissing his cheek.

T H O M A S

You hadn't expected the god of the Underworld to look so... healthy. He was tall and toned, with clean dark hair, soft skin as he shook your hand, and actually laughed at one of your nervous jokes. And who wouldn't be nervous if some dude suddenly appeared in your room and took you straight to see Hades in the Underworld. Food was laid out on the table you were sitting at, but you'd read enough Percy Jackson to know not to eat Underworld food.

"So uh, Lord Hades. Why did you bring me down here?" You shifted nervously in your seat.

"I've been observing you for a while, Y/N-"

"Nowadays they call that a restraining order."

"Oh I've messed this all up. First I had literal Death come to get you, and bring you to the Underworld. I just think that you're really pretty I wanted to talk to you." He got flustered, and you smiled at him.

"I think I'll hold off on that restraining order." You said, and he gave you a sheepish smile.

You two talked for a while, and even though the dude hung around a lot of dead people and Death himself, he was kinda growing on you.

M I N H O

You were an aspiring poet, and loved to read some of your works at your friends' coffee shop. Every Wednesday at 6:15, an attractive Korean man would come in and order a chai tea latte and sit at the table closest to the stage. From what you could gather, his name was Minho, and you never saw him aywhere else around town besides Lila and Luke's Beanery.

"So uhm, today I'm going to be taking on the style of the classic Greek poets." You spoke into the microphone, swallowing your anxiety. "I've written a few pieces about different gods, and today I'm going to be sharing my one about Apollo. Its called The Sunny Side."

Afterwards, Minho had the loudest clap out of the small crowd, and you shyly smiled at him as you got off the stage. Lila handed you your complimentary coffee that all the poets got for sharing a piece. You turned around to watch the others, not expecting Minho's face to be inches from yours.

"Hey Y/N, I just wanted to say that your piece you read today about Apollo was great." He gave you a brilliant smile. "Although I think your description of him was off."

"I went by all the myths about him."

"Well yeah, but gods can change their shape. He could be standing right in front of you."

"They're just myths." You took a sip of your coffee. "And I hope you don't honestly think that pickup line will work on me."

"You've got a little flicker of faith, Y/N. If you change your mind about who you think I am, call me." He handed you a slip of paper, winked at you, and sent you one more dazzling grin as he walked out the door.

You looked at the ten digit number with a little sun doodle next to it, interest pooling in your stomach.