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apollosprettyarsecheek · 2 months ago

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Pairing - PJO!Apollo x gn!Reader

a/n - please send me a request if you have any ideas for Apollo, I have no inspiration rn!! btw i’ve never read TOA and I don’t plan to, not my canon!!

The first time Apollo saw you he was completely fascinated. Like, completely and utterly fascinated. And that was because you looked identical to a boy he hadn’t seen alive in over a millennia, Hyacinthus.

He’d been at a concert, for an artist that had recently caught his attention, an upcoming indie-pop guy. With Hermes, as usual. He had noticed that there was a demigod somewhere - not a smell, like Hades’ monsters have, gods don’t have that - but a definite sense of it, they have. He hadn’t gone and searched for them, and alert them of his and Hermes presence, like he knew a certain brother of his would.

Apollo hadn’t realised that demigod had been stood in front of him the whole time, separated by one person, until that demigod, you, had come back from getting yourself, and your friend, more drinks. Clumsily, and apologetically, pushing through people to get back to your spot, you’d caught his eye, looking straight from over two thousand years ago.

Immediately Apollo’s mind had started spinning, bewildered at how that was even possible. He’d followed Hyacinthus’ bloodline after his passing, tracked every member until it died off 1072 years and 3 months exactly after the passing of his late lover.

Apollo knew he had to talk to you somehow, but he also knew he stood no chance in here and he’d just have to a follow you after the act ended, which is creepy, he acknowledged, but that didn’t outweigh his need to know you. So, that’s what he did, followed you and your friend after the concert ended, with Hermes - who he knew would distract your friend.

It wasn’t hard to follow you, mainly because Apollo, and the rest of the gods, could sense someone - or something - with Greek blood from miles away, but he liked to pretend it was because you’re so captivating to him. It hadn’t took long until you’d stopped, stood outside a popular fast food chain away from the flood of people coming out of the concert.

Apollo knew he’d lost Hermes along the way, who’d probably turned himself into a vendor - or some sort of distraction - for your friend. He’d had faith in Hermes, he’s one of his closest friends, and a great wingman. So, he’d went to slip into a near by CVS to give Hermes a moment, but, out of the corner of his eye, he’d seen your friend leaving.

That had struck Apollo as weird - demigods don’t usually just leave each other that easily, always hypervigilant about the monsters they can attract. But he was going to take the win, nevertheless, so he walked straight back out of CVS, over to you - his Flower, he’s decided.

Apollo could feel your eyes on him as soon as he walked onto the street, intrigued by him, or maybe recognising him. As he’d neared you, which hadn’t took long, you’d looked back down at the phone in your hands, looking embarrassed - cute. What you hadn’t expected was for him to stop walking next to you, leaning onto the glass wall of the fast food place, smiling down at you.

You’d looked up at Apollo with eyes like a baby deer - uncertain, curious, wide, surprised, and absolutely fucking adorable - he’d known in that moment his existence would never be the same. And also in that moment, he knew his eyes weren’t lying, and you looked exactly like his greatest love, Hyacinthus, it was almost uncanny.

Apollo wasn’t going to let you go, not like Daphne, not like Cyparissus, not like Cassandra, and definitely not like Hyacinthus. He wouldn’t let another opportunity gifted to him by The Fates slip through his fingers again, not this time.

“Hi…” you’d said uncertainly, still looking, still intrigued, still breathing. A nervous-looking smile had appeared on your lips, awaiting for his response.

Apollo was about to give you that reply, when the warm head on his bare chest nuzzled against him. He was snapped out of his reminiscing by that small movement, bringing him back to the current moment. He’d gotten back from rising the sun in his chariot a little while ago, with both your usual orders from Starbucks, and unlike usual, you were still fast asleep. Of course, he’d done the only sensible thing - took off his shirt, gotten into bed and held you until you’d wake up.

Apollo looks down at you, expecting to find your peaceful sleeping face, but instead gets surprised by your very sleepy face looking up at him, a small frown on your lips.

“Good morning, my Flower,” Apollo murmurs, a dimpled grin forming on his face at your sleepy face. A hand that was previously on your back left to go stroke your hair, while he very sneakily scanned your neck and shoulders for any marks he left last night.

“‘Morning,” you grumble in response, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s waist and trying to bury your face in his chest to go back to sleep.

“Here,” Apollo chuckles, reaching over to the bedside table, “I got this for you.”

It was comical how quick you sit up, eagerly taking the drink Apollo’s holding out for you. Your eyes lit up with the first sip, the drink made exactly how you like it, and still at the perfect temperature - even though that’s how it is every morning, from wherever your boyfriend gets breakfast from. But it’s hard to get used to the inhuman abilities olympians have, especially when one’s your boyfriend.

“Thank you, ‘Polls,” you coo after another sip, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss on Apollo’s lips.

Apollo doesn’t let the kiss be fleeting, you just look too sweet and pretty smiling down at him with his sun shining brightly behind you, like his own perfect angel. His hand presses the back of your head down, keeping your lips pressed to his as he deepens the kiss, searching for more. His other hand took the drink out of your hand, placing it the nearest nightstand.

With your hands free now, Apollo flipped you over, causing you to erupt in giggles, throwing your head back against the pillows behind you. Apollo grinned down at you, letting your intoxicating giggles die down before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

Looking down at you, bathed in the sunlight pouring through the big windows, Apollo could see every bit of your face - every mole, every crease, every scar - everything, and he’s in love every bit, every single inch of you.

“I love you,” Apollo murmurs, looking into your eyes - your eyes, even though they look all too familiar, they’re yours. He couldn’t distinguish that at first, but, at some point, he found himself falling in love with you, with every single inch of you, not just the bits that look like Hyacinthus.

“I love you, too.”

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apollosprettyarsecheek · 2 months ago

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I love your farm, but I would like to know why the reader feels a complex about Percy? I don't think Poseidon wants his daughter to get hurt when she fought with Oceanus? He should have been more attentive to Percy. What happened with Luke and the others is understandable. Even Percy felt that way about Luke. I love the mention that Rick forgot, about how Hera gave Hebe's hand as an apology to Heracles.

Thank you, firstly!! And I think i have a pretty simple answer to your question, which is that reader wasn’t the one to give Luke that knife, meaning that I think she’d get virtually no credit. Reader didn’t complete the prophecy, she didn’t defeat Kronos (at least in the eyes of the gods). Of course she helped a lot, but no one’s really bothered to give her that credit, in my mind.

About Poseidon, though, (imo) he’s not a good father to his son, so (again imo) he’d be even worse to his daughter (I personally believe greek gods r definitely NOT feminists and that reflects of the amount of maiden/virgin(?) goddess. Btw I do think, logically, reader understands that their father doesn’t treat Percy well, but she’s like fifteen, so… (I know, okay!! thousands year old god and fifteen year old?? Please remember this is fiction, and ‘Greek Gods’ are TOTAL myths)

I already know this is a bit long, but I’m so happy you noticed that bit abt Hebe (and Hercules). I love my little lettuce girl!!

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #greek mythology

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apollosprettyarsecheek · 3 months ago

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Hi I don’t want to bother but could you please do a part three of the apollo x reader or maybe turn it into a small series? If you don’t want to it’s totally okay! Thank you!

Afterglow

coupling - PJO!Apollo x Fem!Poseidon!Reader

a/n - hii, thank you for the request!! I'm so sorry this took like all of march, I just wanted to make this part a bit longer because I'm not sure I'm going to be able to write anymore of these particular blurbs without going into Percy's whole missing thing!! (I'll still write for Apollo ofc.) not beta read sryy

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The dress fit, oddly. You’d spent the past four days anxious about that, because as the excitement died down you realised the dress looked about two sizes too small. And another thing you’d spent the past four days anxious about was there was no shoes. And all of your shoes - three pairs, were all sneakers and way too old to wear with a chiton like that, never mind only one of the pair’s fit.

But there was another box on your bed this morning, pastel yellow in the shape of a shoebox, that looked like the sun was radiating off it, this time. Inside were sandals with a short wedge, with pure white pearlescent colouring that occasionally the sun will shimmer on - like sun on water, akin to the bottom of the chiton he gave.

You hoped the mirror was distorting you, as you stared back at yourself - usually avoiding your reflection as a whole, it was weird - you felt like crawling right back into bed and hiding there for eternity. Everything was wrong, this didn’t feel like your skin.

If you wanted a chance at leaving your room tonight, which you still did, you needed to get away from this mirror - which you did.

Wrapping yourself up in your fluffy bathrobe again, you pretty much ran back to your bedroom, away from your Mom’s room with that awful, full body mirror.

You collapsed on your bed as soon as you got there, stomach churning as you began to spiral again, nerves and self-deprecating thoughts taking up every crevice of your skull. But a different thought did still push through - that you do still want to go. It was completely out of place, but it’s hard to crush excitement and hope you’d felt so strongly only a few days ago.

Out

You told yourself, trying to take deep breaths to clear your head - even though that never actually works. Trying to recoup your thoughts, you focused on the rest you need to do - your hair, which wasn’t much, because you planned on wearing it down.

Shuffling off your bed, you only got a few steps before you got where you needed to be - a midsized mirror resting against the floor. Sat down on the cold floor, you were met with your appearance again, but you could stand it more, at least, because it was only your face, covered in makeup, shown off.

Taking another deep breath, you undid the hair tie holding your hair up into a horrendous bun, grimacing at the state of your hair as you let it down. Moving on, you leant over and grabbed one of your few hair tools from a basket on your floor, plugging it into the socket next to your mirror.

Letting that heat up, you grabbed your phone, putting on your usual playlist, grimacing again when the start of From the Dining Table played. Getting back to your hair, you started detangling, falling into a rhythm you were used to.

When the scent of burnt hair was all you could smell, despite your window being wide open, you were finally done with aching arms. Even though Apollo had done that weird healing thing four days ago, you still had aches pretty much everywhere and felt extra sluggish. Water didn’t help with that either, fresh, salt, bottled, it didn’t work.

Letting everything set into place, you stood, finally, on shaky, sweaty legs, and sat down on the edge of your bed, digging through the drawer of your bedside table for the pair earrings you’d gotten to match the necklace your father had given you that turned into a sword, similar to Percy’s.

Finally finding the dainty pair, and their respective backings, you put them in with the help of the mirror sat a few feet away you’d just done your hair with the help of. Staring into that mirror reflecting up at you, something fluttered inside you - nausea, or butterflies, or both…

You’d given yourself a few moments before scooting off onto the floor, to grab one of the boxes tucked underneath your bed. Once you had the box, you opened it just as you had earlier, carefully unwrapping the paper around the platform sandals. The one for your right foot appeared first, which you slipped on easily, and did the same with the other.

Shoving the opened box back under your bed, you stood, undoing your soft bathrobe and tossing it back onto your bed. There’s a growing pit in your stomach, but you let it sit there, and instead focused on trying to work up some fake confidence. Whilst attempting that, you picked up the note you’d also picked up out of your bedside table drawer, one giving your Mom and Paul an explanation for where you had gone, and placed that in the centre of your bed.

When Summer’s End by Phoebe Bridges ended, you leant down, picking up your phone and pausing your playlist. While leaning down, you put the last finishing touches on your hair - most just fixing it with your hands, though. Once you decided you looked okay, you spotted the lip gloss you were taking for the night, and stood.

There was a secret pocket in your dress, on the right side, that was super discreet you weren’t even sure how you’d found it the first time. Once you found it, and undid the minuscule zipper, you checked your phone one last time, and the time read 5:25, which was perfect, so you placed both items in the nearly disappearing pocket and made your way to your window.

Even though you were dressed in a full blown chiton, in the middle of New York, you weren’t scared, because you were sure this would be something the Mist would cover. Which it seems it did, because as you walked down the fire escape, dressed weirdly, no one gave you a funny look.

Down on the ground, by the side of the road, you were able to quickly catch a taxi, tell the driver your destination, and sit down. You nearly prayed as the taxi started driving, that it hadn’t somehow been ten minutes since sneaking out your window, because you would totally be late to the Empire State Building if it had been. You were irrationally anxious about being late, and so were the butterflies, that felt more like slugs, in your stomach, it felt.

You’d easily found the pocket in the chiton as the taxi driver pulled up near the Empire State building, that was looking right back to usual - like those days you and so many others had experienced were just gone, wiped out of existence. When the driver had parked up and it showed the price you owed for the ride, it showed ‘$0.00’, but when you put your phone up to it to pay, it went through like a transaction.

Saying a quick thanks, you quickly left the taxi, confused how a god - Apollo, you assumed - was able to control that when he wasn’t even there, but there also wasn’t exactly a handbook on things Greek gods could do. The sidewalk bustled before you with the usual chaos of New York, and you were fast to join it, heading to left for your own destination.

You remembered where Paul’s car was as you walked past, and all the others that were stopped for days that you got family with. But thankfully you were walking quicker than you’d thought, so before you had the time to go to memory lane, you were inside the Empire State Building and checked the time on your which had been in your hands the whole time, which read: 6:00.

Quickly slipping your phone back into the hidden pocket, you zipped it back up, before you walked more into the building, fully intending to have a fight with the bald receptionist. Your plans were quickly foiled by a big, warm hand on your back.

“Hello, my lovely Sunshine,” spoke Apollo from behind you, who quickly appeared in front of you with that dopey grin he has around you.

“Hi, Apollo,” you murmured, voice a lot more meek and awkward than his - you realised that as your words rung through your ears, and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

“You showed up,” he stated, sounding surprised - a total crack in his cockiness, but it didn’t last for long. “You look nice in that dress, Baby,” Apollo complimented cockily, his eyes raking over your body.

That ‘compliment’ was obviously an attempt to patch up the crack in his ego he’d let show, but that didn’t stop your want to squeal at the nonchalant way he said ‘Baby’, like he said it all the time - he didn’t, but you could definitely get used to it - or the way he looked you up and down, something you’d usually find sleazy, but it’s Apollo for god’s sake!

“Thanks,” you muttered, letting yourself sound unbothered and annoyed at Apollo’s words - even though that was far from the truth - it was just part of the game you liked to play.

“Of course,” Apollo preened sunnily, smirk big and adorably dimpled. And suddenly, his warm hand on your back was guiding you over to the elevators, walking you to the last on the right.

“So… you can go to Olympus on any of these elevators?” you questioned, thinking back on when all fifty half-bloods that made up Camp had to pile in group by group into one elevator. You couldn’t help yourself as your face twisted in judgement.

“Huh… guess not,” Apollo seemingly just realised, running a hand through his wavy hair. Still, he hadn’t really answered your question, you were about to ask when the elevator arrived and were promptly guided into there.

“We’re not going to Olympus, anyway, Sunshine,” Apollo stated, way too casually, taking his hand off your back to lean against one of the corners of the elevator.

“Then where are we going? Hades’ house?!” you exclaimed, feeling entirely mislead and way too confused for comfort - this man, no, this freaking god, could be taking you to fucking Tartarus for all you know!

Staring straight at Apollo, completely exasperated and feeling very out of your depth, you only then realised what he’s wearing. A chiton, of course, but one of those off the shoulder ones, where half the mans chest was out, or more, if you’re Apollo. The rest going down, was short, like an every day chiton, even though this wasn’t really the occasion for that. But when you looked back up, you saw something that made up for it in your eyes - gorgeous arm cuffs.

There were lots of them, too, two on the right arm and three on the left, they’re all intricate and and definitely real gold through and through, but one on the right - the top one - you were drawn to, even though it was just resembling a laurel crown. It had a different feeling to the others, like it was older and very much loved.

But before you had more time to study the cuffs, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened, bringing a weird feeling through you. Before you could make more sense of it, Apollo’s hand was on your back again and guiding you out the elevator, and you weren’t sure what you expected to see, but it wasn’t this. This being your father’s kingdom in the ocean, something you hadn’t seen before, unlike your brother. And you wished you could let yourself be amazed - like how you were at Apollo’s arm cuffs - but you weren’t, you were bitter. Bitter because this felt like it solidified you were lesser than Percy.

“Welcome to your father’s kingdom, Baby,” Apollo spoke, snapping you out of your head, and standing right beside you. The pet name, again. Dear god, you were going to loose it tonight.

“And, by the way, feel free to keep ogling me all you want,” he added come-hitherly, winking down at you. Apollo rubbed the exposed skin between your shoulder blades, gently encouraging you to keep moving.

“I wasn’t ogling you, Apollo,” you replied breezily, huffing lightly as you glanced at him walking beside you, at the brisk pace you’d set when you’d gotten the hint to keep walking.

“Then what were you doing, darling?” Apollo countered teasingly, his hand on you moving to twirl strands of your hair between his fingers.

“Looking at you, like people do, you know…” you snarked, cocking your eyebrows at the god looking right down, from his at least 6’4 height, at you.

You’d be lying if you said that Apollo’s hand playing with your hair wasn’t doing anything to you, because your stomach felt absolutely infested with butterflies. You do a lot of lying and pretending around him, though.

“Then here’s another thing for you to look at, Sunshine,” Apollo teased, halting his walking and nodding forward.

Forward is your father’s palace, with his entire kingdom behind, and that palace is massive and marble and Greek and defintly gorgeous. It’s four stories, and all marble with no other colours - unlike most Ancient Greek palaces - but it works, because it’s under sea with types of seaweed on and surrounding it, pearls too. Totally a building you’d be able to admire for hours, like most godly buildings, but you didn’t want to, because it just made you feel bitter. Not just the usual half-blood hurt seeing your godly parents magnificent lives, but also that the time never came your father wanted you to come to his home, like Percy had gotten, because he was just fine letting Apollo invite you and that be your first time down here.

“Nice,” you murmured, letting your feelings seep into your voice. You started walking before Apollo, letting him get the hint to keep walking.

“I know, right? My place is much nicer,” he quipped after a few moments, recognising how you felt but not letting it interrupt his small, precious time with you. “You should see Aphrodite’s palace, I think you’d like it,” Apollo went on, and it was only then you realised his hand’s still on your back. The palace entrance was only a few feet by then, which you both covered quickly.

The grand doors before you are wide open, but you had a feeling if you weren’t welcome, you wouldn’t be able to enter. There’s a very tall and wide hallway through the doors, that you quickly found yourself inside, and at the end is what you assume to be where the party is.

“What’s it like, then?” you asked, taking Apollo’s previous bait. You glanced over at him curiously, and saw him just looking away from previously glancing at you. He didn’t have the time to reply before you both were at the end of the hallway, which opened to a massive courtyard, with rays of a setting sun shining down upon it.

There were plenty people - gods and goddesses - there, but not as many as you expected. No wandering nymphs or lingering servants, or really anyone unimportant to the Olympians there. You managed, before even stepping foot out there, to lock eyes with Nico, who’s standing beside his father with too much of his pale, skinny body on show in it. It genuinely surprised you Nico’s there, especially with Persephone there, but apparently they’re one, big happy now?

Stepping into the courtyard was a blur of anxiety, with a bunch of divine eyes set on you, probably scrutinising you, or just because you’re there, but none surprised. It seriously made you question if Apollo had gone broken door to broken door telling everyone that he was bringing you here, but you figured it’s just that whole godly-knowing everything. Apollo had quickly gotten a goblet of wine in your hands, though, which you learnt is very potent, because that one goblet had more of an effect on you than the drinks the Dionysus kids used to make, or whatever it is the Hermes kids like to steal.

For tonight, though, that was good. Especially when you’d gotten a full blown hug from Aphrodite, some weird side eyes from who you were told is Physce, and properly introduced to Hera and Zeus by Apollo, for some reason.

Dionysus and Hermes had changed appearances, for whatever reason, and looked like much younger, much hotter versions of their usual selves, and apparently are pretty close friends to Apollo.

It felt like you got to see a different side of the gods, less serious and more fun - even Hera and Zeus - and you weren’t sure if that made you dislike them more, or want to actually be them. Even though you saw a different side of many of the gods, Apollo didn’t really change, he just seemed like the same flirty, playful sun god to you - not two-faced.

You’d been getting on pretty well with Hebe - who Apollo had indirectly introduced you to, as she was standing beside the long table that had goblets of wine and nectar - so when Dionysus and Hermes had encouraged him to come with them, he’d been pried away with only a little complaint. That conversation with Hebe that had been flowing with Apollo there, died out fast after. Which was when you had spotted Artemis - in her adult form - had arrived, with her most recent Lieutenant, Thalia.

You’d watched as Zeus immediately went to her, to say hello - recognising her, something you knew you and dozens of other Half-bloods craved so badly. And you’d realised then that in hour you’d been here, you hadn’t got so much as a glance from your own father. You’d felt Hebe’s soft eyes on you then, looking at you with a knowing smile.

“If it makes you feel better, my father hasn’t spared me as much as a glance today either,” Hebe said, glancing over to Zeus - still talking to Thalia - with no luck of getting a glance back. “I think there was something about Ancient Greece and awful fathers - they haven’t changed much since then,” she went on, bringing a growing smile to your face.

“Sometimes I think it’s just a father thing - that they’re all like this,” you said, taking a sip from your goblet straight after. “But then there’s her,” you groaned, nodding over to where Thalia is walking away from Zeus while he’s still looking at her.

“And Artemis and Athena,” Hebe added on, a small frown on her beautiful face. “But that’s what Mothers are for, I think - to heal the wounds a Father leaves,” she theorised, sounding way too old and wise for looking your age.

You were going to respond just when Apollo and another man, more likely god, appeared right in front of you and Hebe, both of them towering over you both like a brick, drunk wall. And half of that wall leant down and kissed Hebe, with a very open mouth.

Apollo laughed, like this, and more, happened all the time. But he still noticed the awkward look on your face, and guided you away from them with a hand on your back.

“That was Heracles, Sunshine,” Apollo told you, halting to get another goblet for the both of you and getting rid of both your empty ones. “I wanted to introduce you, but I think he’s had too much to drink,” he went on, moving on from that table after passing you a goblet.

“Where are we going?” you asked, realising that Apollo’s not just taking you to see another god, but instead going to a small archway in the back of the courtyard you were nearing.

“Somewhere quieter, where I can talk to you and actually hear your voice, Baby,” Apollo answered, leaning over to speak close to your ear, his lips brushing the shell.

“I’m sure you can hear me fine anywhere,” you remarked, hiding the butterflies infesting your stomach, and fluttering up your throat, with a snark you were growing used to using lately.

Apollo laughed at that, you couldn’t see his face, since you were taking the step up through the narrow door frame, but you could hear that big, adorable grin in his voice. You expected a narrow hall way through the entrance, but it actually wasn’t, instead it’s tall and wide with gentle engravings of tales you couldn’t understand. The walls and curved celling were marble like the rest of the palace, but they seemed faintly pink tinted, and the tiles on the floors weren’t the usual ones - they’re teal with baby pink borders and different types of shells on each one, in surprisingly good condition.

When Apollo entered the hallway, too, his lingering hand on your back moved to your lower back, and you couldn’t tell if it was because he wanted his hand to be there, or because he wanted you to stop ogling the hallway. Either way, you started walking alongside him, even though you were still studying the tiles to see if there was any repeats - there wasn’t. And when the tiles ended, you finally looked up, and realised those tiles are nothing compared to this room.

It’s three stories, that looks like three hollow pearls stacked on each other, with a spiralling stair case off to the side, connecting them all. The walls are filled with shelves with no back on them, continuous around the whole, round wall. They’re mostly filled with books, but there’s some spots with lengthy glass enclosures for tiny aquatic amphibians. The top ‘pearl’ is the only one with a celling, and it has strands of light draping from it, casting a warm glow over the room. On the ground floor, there’s a round, white sofa built into the floor in the centre of the room - like a cozy place for reading, or researching, whatever this room is for.

You decided to take the lead, on whatever your doing here, and walk over to the sofa. And because there didn’t look to be any stairs, you did the second best option and throw yourself down onto the couch. Only after placing your goblet on the floor, of course.

“Is that how you’re supposed to do it?” you giggled, feeling yourself smile wider. Your eyes were following Apollo, who was walking around the couch for some reason.

“Have you not noticed the stairs, Sunshine?” Apollo asked, laughing at the bewildered look on your face as you scanned the sofa, realising that there are stairs.

“There’s stairs!?” you exclaimed, giggling. How many drinks had you had?

“It’s pretty obvious,” Apollo chuckled, walking around the flattened pearl-esque coffee table.

“Well, you could’ve told me,” you giggled, shuffling to sit up when you realised Apollo’s walking over to sit next to you.

“I didn’t realise you were going to throw yourself down onto the couch, Baby,” he snorted, sitting down next to you after placing his goblet onto the coffee table.

“Then what did you think I was gonna do?” you prompted, tilting your head in way it, unintentionally, brushed Apollo’s shoulder.

“Uh… scoot down, I think,” Apollo mused, his brows furrowed when he looked down at you, humouring you. But you noticed a change in how he looked at you, a tiny change, but not unnoticeable.

“What?” you giggled, looking right back up at Apollo with a grin on your face for once.

“What? I answered your question!” Apollo laughed, and you noticed that little difference was his eyes, and his eyes were so intensely focused on you, kind of adoring. It made you wonder if you’d ever actually looked at him, at his eyes, at his lips, or just him.

“That’s not what I meant,” you murmured, still smiling. “I meant why are you looking at me like that?” You weren’t sure where you’d gotten the confidence to say that, but the words just came spilling out before you could stop yourself.

“Looking at you like what?” Apollo teased, looking expectant - like you were actually going to reply with a real answer. In the small time you were thinking of what you were going to reply with, you could’ve sworn Apollo glanced at your lips, just a split second and it was over before you knew it, but it was there and so very real, and your poor heart could barely take it.

“Like you’re so focused… on me,” you started, the confidence you’d had before dwindling quickly, “and something else, I don’t know…”

“And something else, huh?” Apollo drawled, a lousy smirk leisurely growing on his lips. And it was after that you felt the tension of the room change, reaching a level you hadn’t realised it was growing to. Maybe it was how close you realised you both are, or the way both your eyes are locked on each other, or maybe it was that complex - but romantic, you thought - look he kept giving you.

“Yeah,” you murmured, feeling your whole body heat in embarrassment at Apollo’s flirty teases. You tried to let him speak next, but you quickly realised he wasn’t going to, and that sucked.

“Do you want to kiss me, or something?” you whispered, not sure where you’d gotten the courage to say that, but you decided to let it sit.

“Do I want to kiss you?” Apollo repeated, his smirk growing into a melting-worthy smile. Like something inside loosened, his big hand found its way to cup your jaw, and his thumb gently brushed your cheek.

You were completely stunned, unable to move or do anything - it’s not like you wanted to anyway. In fact, you wondered for a moment if your pray to Aphrodite from earlier was heard and given - just in a different way than you’d wanted.

“I do, Sunshine… so badly,” Apollo nearly groaned, his voice dropping an octave. He sounded so desperate, like he’d wanted this for so long, and you’d be lying if you said that he’s the only one. And he leant in more before he rasped, “And I’m not a god of restraint, Baby.”

Before you knew what was happening, both of Apollo’s hands were on you, cradling your jaw, and that wasn’t the only thing on you. His lips were pressed so gently against yours, kissing you so delicately you felt your mind slipping. One of his hands slipped from your face, dropping down to explore the plane of your back, gently but definitely pressing you closer to him. Reciprocating Apollo’s kisses, you let him in more, and it felt like every inch of you was drowning in rays of sunshine, kind of like when he healed you in the gods throne room - but somehow better. It was different than you’d imagined, unlike the boys you were basing it on - not rough or intrusive or inexperienced - not anything like the couple boys you’d kissed before, it was wanting and warm and dizzying and the wine from earlier had nothing on it.

You had to come up for air, though, and Apollo knew that, it seemed, as he pulled away from you for a moment. You’d thought it would be awkward, but it wasn’t, you just felt giddy and wanted more. So not sober, you accidentally bumped your nose into Apollo’s when opening your eyes and separating a bit more, but instead of being embarrassed you just giggled before tilting your head and going back for more.

It was easy falling into another kiss, letting Apollo take the lead and everything he wanted. You genuinely could’ve stayed there forever, because for once you didn’t have any thoughts, any thoughts besides thoughts of him. And by the time he pulled away again, all those thoughts about him had went south and had heat pooling in your stomach.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Baby,” Apollo groaned hoarsely, hinting to something you knew spanned much longer than the few years he’d known you, but you didn’t care about thinking about that right now, so you pulled him back onto you and fell into a rhythm that lasted so much longer than you’d ever anticipated.

another a/n - I'm sorry about the cringy kissing scene lol

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apollosprettyarsecheek · 3 months ago

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like with a PASSION

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apollosprettyarsecheek · 3 months ago

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is this a safe place to say i hate thalia grace…

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apollosprettyarsecheek · 4 months ago

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Hi I really liked the fic you wrote about Apollo. Could you maybe do a part two. Thank youu!!

Afterglow

coupling - PJO!Apollo x Fem!Poseidon!Reader

a/n - Hi, ty for requesting!! Beta read (by a dyslexic)

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The sun had started setting later than usual, too late for a mid-august sunset. But the perfect time for you to watch the sunset, once you had finally made it back to your apartment at eight-ish.

The sun was nearly gone now, marking the end of the day in deep blues joining vibrant oranges and purples. Percy’s flower from Calyspo was starting to faintly glow in the growing moonlight, its silver petals softly blowing in the breeze. And even though it was just another sunset, it felt like the last chapter of the last book in a series.

That feeling had your stomach churning with nostalgia, which was weird, because you’d spent the past four years wanting this all to be over. But you didn’t feel happy to finally be ridden the burden on your back, you felt alone, ironically enough because you’d chosen earlier not to go back to Camp with everyone else, wanting to just rot in bed for the rest of summer break.

You were starting to realise that, really, you were just a side character - you aren’t the one who had to deal with that prophecy, you aren’t the one who’s been betrayed by someone like a brother to you, you haven’t even been betrayed in all these years. Luke was never your friend, or Silena, or Chris, or any of the people who’d joined Kronos. But maybe that more had to do with your lack of friends.

A test of my patience

There’s things that we’ll never know

You sunshine, you temptress

My hand’s at risk, I fold

The familiar lyrics caught your attention, the faint humming coming from your phone distracting you. Years ago, the first time you had ever met Apollo, you’d heard him humming the same lyrics in his sun chariot. And as soon as you had come back to camp for the rest of the summer, you’d played Fine Line, one of the songs on Harry Styles’ latest album at the time, on repeat for the rest of the summer, analysing each lyric and assigning each one to different interactions you’d had with Apollo on that quest.

You’d tucked the lower part of your face into your hoodie, and inhaled a breath of whatever drug it was laced with, having forgotten all about the scent attached to it. This time, when you inhaled, you could feel your cheeks heat, wanting to believe that this actually meant something - that you actually meant something to Apollo.

Ever since the summer you’d met Apollo, you hadn’t let yourself dream about him, about what could be with him, because you were sure any person he gave a sliver of attention to felt like this. Sure all of the Apollo camper’s mothers and fathers felt like this. His flirting was probably just to annoy your father, anyways.

A split second of silence before the next song pulled you out of your head, and you stood, stepping back into your bedroom. All you wanted now was to just curl up in your bed and watch a show until you fell asleep. Even though you didn’t want today to end, for this chapter too, you realised that it is already over, and it had been ever since you’d came home.

Slipping into your unmade bed, you noticed your legs brush against something solid. Looking down, your eyes locked on a thin, pearlescent coloured box with a silky, baby blue ribbon, wrapped into a bow decorating it. That definitely wasn’t there when you first came home.

Curious and slightly suspicious, you sat up on your knees, and undid the bow and ribbon. Cautiously, you opened the box, and found a letter addressed to you placed atop of gorgeous, powder blue silk with some sort of embroidery.

Picking up the letter, you turned it around, and found a wax seal, with an imprint of a laurel wreath on it. Surprisingly easily, you managed to open it, and pulled out a piece of paper. Unfolding it, your eyes were drawn to the golden designs on the edges of the paper, but there was text in the middle,

My Sunshine,

Four days from now, 8pm, the Empire State building lobby, in this dress. I’ll be waiting for you.

It was laughable how much that letter sounded like Apollo, so cocky he didn’t even sign his name off - or maybe he just figured he was the only one interested in you. Either way, you still felt your stomach fill with butterflies and your cheeks heat, which was completely embarrassing and a new low for you.

Deciding to just move on from that, you tucked the letter away, and delicately laid what you figured is a chiton out, savouring the feel of the buttery soft silk. Your jaw nearly dropped when you saw the chiton - as you’d guessed - laid out fully.

It’s that powder blue colour all throughout, and now you got a better view of the shimmering, silver embroidery. Soft waves decorated the edges of the torso, looking like they were moving, and faded down gently, becoming denser, before being cut off by a pearl cinch. The waves continued down, but they faded around where your hip bone would be, showing off the thin layer of tulle, that shimmers like sun on water, and fades down into a light hyacinth colour that makes the dress’ colour look like the start of a sunrise.

Those butterflies from earlier felt weak, now, because suddenly your mind was racing with dizzying thoughts because the chiton was so… thoughtful. In the back of your head, you knew gods probably didn’t need to put any thought into something like this, could just make it appear. But for once in your life, that didn’t matter, and you just let yourself gush over the dress and invitation.

The chiton wasn’t something your father or brother would like, it wasn’t warm and teal, it was stormy and pale blue, but that’s what really mattered - like Apollo didn’t just clump you in with Poseidon, like he actually saw you as your own person. You didn’t think gods were actually capable of seeing demigods as anything other than an extension of their parent, but maybe Apollo was different.

Sitting back on your bed, perched on the edge, you noticed something about the pearls - they weren’t just regular pearls, they’re your favourite - baby pink akoya pearls. There were two full rows of them, more than you’d ever seen at once, and you weren’t even sure how Apollo figured out your favourite because hadn’t ever even said it out loud.

Deciding not risk letting the chiton get damaged, you carefully folded it back up, and put it back in the box with the note. Placing the lid of the box back on, you weren’t sure where to keep it, but decided to tuck it beneath your bed. You didn’t want it to get damaged, of course, but you also didn’t really want for anyone to find it.

Flopping back onto your bed with a stupid smile, you decided to kick off your jeans, having already unbuttoned them, and slip off the long sleeve shirt you had beneath Apollo’s hoodie, some you’d conveniently forgotten until you’d slipped it off from under the hoodie, with that annoying sports bra you’d been wearing for the past couple days.

Wrapping yourself up in your duvet, you grabbed the iPad on your nightstand to watch a show, but suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“It’s me, Sweetie,” your Mom’s voice called from the other side of your flimsy door, opening it once you’d given her a quick Yeah?

Once she’d closed the door behind her, she perched herself on the edge of your bed, looking down at you with her usual loving eyes.

“Is it bad to say I’m glad you decided to stay?” your mom admitted softly, her voice sounding raspier than usual - like she’d been crying earlier. The thought made your stomach churn, knowing she’d been out of her mind with anxiety today.

“Why would that be bad?” you asked right back, your head still resting on your pillow.

“Because you should be out with your friends, Honey, celebrating. Not stuck at home in your bed,” murmured your mom, sounding guilty like she thought it was her fault you’re not with ‘your friends’. She tucked some loose bits of hair behind your ear gently.

“I chose not to go back to Camp, Mom. Myself. And, honestly, the last thing I want to do is celebrate,” you mumbled, trying to assure your mom you didn’t just stay back for her - which you didn’t. “The last thing I want is to be surrounded by everyone there right now.”

“If you say so,” she replied gently, with a smile that didn’t quite reach her saddened eyes. Her hand dropped down to your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m making chicken noodle soup - the one you love. How about I bring you a bowl when it’s finished?”

You shrugged noncommittally in response, which seems to be what your mom was expecting, but she didn’t let it show for long. She stood up, getting the unsaid hint that you didn’t really want to talk right now, and headed to your door.

“I love you, Sweetie,” your mom murmured, after hesitating for a moment, and then left your bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

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apollosprettyarsecheek · 4 months ago

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i’m sorry it’s taking so long but hopefully in the next few days i’ll be able to get a part two out!!

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apollosprettyarsecheek · 4 months ago

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Afterglow

ship - PJO!Apollo x Fem!Poseidon!Reader

a/n - beta read, but take that w a grain of salt!! and lowkey occ pjo apollo, this is just my take on him from not reading TOA and HOO, and its not canon to either of those lol. btw reader is supposed to be younger than Percy, and refers to him as her brother (I think).

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Hoisting yourself up onto Hestia’s hearth in the centre of the gods throne room, your eyes lingered on Luke’s dead body and the people who surrounded it. Looking at the emotions on their faces, all you felt was numb.

Luke Castellan is dead.

Kronos has been turne into fine dust.

Ethan, Selina, Micheal, and so many others, are all dead, fighting to defeat the Titans and protect Olympus.

The second Titan War is over.

None of that changed the cold nothingness that had filled your veins as Percy’s knife buried itself in Luke’s chest, Luke’s grip on the hilt loosing, blood pouring out of his chest onto his twitching, scarred hand.

Faint, thundering sounds caught your attention, your eyes darting over to the rest of Olympus shown through the massive archway, and spotted what looked to be the Olympians, ready for battle, and heading straight toward their damaged throne room.

By the time they actually arrived, you had already found another thing to focus on - Hestia’s hearth, that’s slowly flickering back to life. When you heard their loud footsteps end, realising there is no more battle, you finally looked back over, glancing between the gods - and the full army Poseidon brought - and Luke.

“Percy,” your father called, sounding awed at your older brother, “What… what is this?”

Percy turned to face the Olympians, finally, and announced, “We need a shroud” — his voice cracked — “A shroud for the son of Hermes.”

A pair of footsteps, that definitely don’t sound like Grover’s hooves, distracted you from watching the rest of the scene fold out. And it is definitely not Grover and his goat legs, but a six-foot-something sun god coming right your way.

Apollo looked to have somehow managed to change his clothes when you weren’t looking, swapping his Greek battle clothes for jeans and a hoodie. He definitely still had the looks of a Greek god, though, just like all the other times you’ve seen him in the past with his warm, striking blue eyes, wavy, honey blonde hair, and massive figure of an actual god.

Staring blankly up at Apollo, he was sat right next to you in a few, long strides, scanning your body up and down.

“My Achilles,” he joked, grinning dumbly at your slumped figure. “Arms up, Sunshine,” he continued with, looking less jokey now.

“Ironic,” you muttered, not raising your arms. But one look at the god’s face, completely devoid of amusement at the if movement, changed your mind on lifting your arms.

“What do you mean ‘Ironic’, baby?” Apollo, back to his normal self, asked way too casually, looking up at you with raised, perfect brows as his hands made quick work of the armour on you.

Apollo’s presence, you started to realise, was simply enough for the previous stone running through your veins to melt, changing back into hot, dark red blood that was already rushing up to your sunken cheeks as his soft hair kept brushing bare skin while leaning over to do all the straps on your torso armour.

“I mean exactly what you’re doing right now - loosening straps,” you mumbled as an answer, deciding to entertain Apollo acting dumb. You made sure before you spoke, though, that he was distracted with one of your hip straps while leaned over you, and *not* looking at your face.

“Don’t tell me that’s why you’re so cold,” he pouted, actually pouting, as he look right up at your face that was looking down at his, “Because that was so long ago, Sunshine - I’ve changed!”

“I’m not cold, I’m just not you,” scoffed you, though you’re fighting a smile now, as you stared challengingly at the god looking right up at you with, somehow, the warmest, most radiant blue eyes you’d ever seen.

Instead of giving you an instant response, Apollo decided to lift the bulky, but light, armour right off of you, tossing it over somewhere. It’s only then you realised you’ve been chatting with Apollo this whole time in front of all the Olympians, including your dad, this whole time.

Deciding to glance away from the gods as soon as you looked, your eyes landed on a slightly tense looking Apollo, who’s staring right at a big, fresh bloody spot on your shirt. He almost looks worried? Like he actually cared, which was weird, because these couple years he’d been flirting and joking with you, you’d figured it was just because he wanted to annoy his uncle and thought you had a decent pair of boobs, or something.

For a split second, just as Apollo looked right back up at your face, you wondered if this was how your mom felt every time your father had looked at her - like the most special person in the whole, entire universe.

That was a dumb thought, though.

Totally.

Definitely.

“I’d take a closer look, but I don’t think you’d appreciate me taking off your clothes right here,” started Apollo, sounding cocky, and finally stating what he was doing by being here with you. “So, Sunshine, I hope you don’t appreciate battle scars!” he finished, with one of his classic grins.

You decided not to reply, and stare blankly at Apollo as he moved his hand to your lap and held one of your hands in his. A sudden golden glow appeared from his large, warm hand just before he murmured some words in ancient Greek, his eyes closing in focus. A sudden intense rush of energy and warmth ran through you at the words you could hardly make out, and suddenly it felt like your head was spinning… while in the clouds?

Slowly, your head started clearing, and you realised that rush of energy and warmth was familiar. It was like when one of the Apollo campers would heal a wound, except it felt multiplied by at least a hundred, seriously.

“What the actual hell…” you said, feeling weirdly energetic and pain-free, something you hadn’t felt since coming back to Camp.

“It’s great, right?” Apollo remarked, his hand dropping yours to follow its other in tugging off his grey New York hoodie.

“Is this was you feel like 24/7?” you mused teasingly as Apollo slipped off his hoodie, lifting the shirt underneath and showing off nearly half of his completely perfect, tan and muscular torso which your eyes totally didn’t linger on.

“Even better than that - there’s actually golden liquid flowing through my veins,” Apollo answered gleefully once he’d fully taken off his hoodie, looking very happy at your tease - he’d obviously took it as a compliment.

“That’s sounds awful,” you countered, crossing your arms over what you realised was your now-healed body, and oddly clean shirt. Seriously, though, if gods felt like this - high as a kite - all the time, you were starting to think you understood Hades.

“It’s really not,” Apollo chuckled airily, standing up abruptly and then fiddling with the hoodie in his hands so it’s the right way out.

“Sureee,” you retorted sarcastically, deciding to stand up in suit. Once you stood, distracted by steadying yourself for a moment, you got blinded by someone shoving a hoodie over your head - that ‘someone’ being the one and only Apollo, of course.

The hoodie, which you realised smelt oddly warm - like sandalwood and amber, but also cologne and a refreshingly sweet floral scent - was quickly slipped over your head and you found yourself slipping your arms into the big sleeves. Apollo pulled your trapped hair out of the neck, fixing it to sit over your shoulders with an adoring look on his face.

You cringed at the thought of your bloody shirt beneath Apollo’s hoodie leaking into the intoxicating scent of what you assumed to be him, but you quickly realised it wasn’t bloody or dirty anymore, and it hadn’t been either since Apollo healed a deep cut you hadn’t even felt then and the rest of your body with it. And apparently washed all your clothes and body with it, as you realised it felt.

“You look adorable, Sunshine,” the god gazing down at you cooed, dimples on full show like always. Regret grew in his ocean blue eyes, you started to notice, joined by conflict, but ultimately the regret won.

“You should probably go handle that,” Apollo said, sounding like his eyes previously looked. He nodded over to behind your shoulder, and your eyes followed, greeted by the sight of those creepy fates taking Luke’s wrapped up body away.

All of the sudden, though, Hermes said, “Wait”, just as the fates were going to walk past him. He unwrapped his son’s pale face, and kissed his forehead, then murmured a blessing in Ancient Greek that made your stomach twist.

“And I’ll take care of that,” Apollo joked breezily, lowering his voice so only you could hear his words. His smile never faltered as you looked back behind yourself at your brother, Annabeth, and Grover, then back at him, even though he felt his stomach twist.

“I… I’ll see you around, Apollo,” you murmured, the aftermath of everything having fallen right back on you. You mustered up a small smile, and turned around, taking a few steps in the direction of your brother before a hand landed on your shoulder, halting your movements.

“I’ll vouch for you later, Sunshine,” Apollo joked quietly, with the same dopey grin, and gave your shoulder a gentle rub before letting go. He watched you walk away again, and didn’t stop you this time, letting his mind drift back to centuries ago, to the girl in that vision, and just how much you resembled her with your back turned to him.

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