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when im not looking at eijiro kirishima 😭

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imma take a break from Tumblr for a few years or less

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"The Light Beyond the Storm"

The sun was beginning its slow descent behind the horizon, casting a warm glow over the half-blood camp. YN sat on the edge of a cliff, her feet dangling just above the ocean waves. The familiar scent of saltwater filled the air, but it couldn’t quite settle the storm swirling in her chest. She had always known that love could be complicated—had seen it in her brother percy’s adventures, witnessed the way his heart sometimes ached. But she had never imagined it would feel this way for her.

A soft, rhythmic sound behind her made her turn. Apollo stood there, his golden hair glowing in the fading sunlight, his expression both serene and knowing.

"You look like you could use some company," he said, sitting beside her without waiting for an invitation.

YN gave a small, forced smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "I’m fine, really."

"Ah, fine." Apollo’s lips curved into a playful grin, but there was a softness in his eyes. "That’s usually the sign of someone who’s anything but. What’s on your mind?"

She hesitated, biting her lip as she looked down at the water, the waves crashing below them like an unspoken reminder of everything she was feeling. "I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if what I feel is real. It’s just... everything’s so confusing. One minute I’m sure of it, and the next... I don’t even know anymore."

Apollo tilted his head, his golden gaze focused on her with a wisdom only time could offer. "You’re worried that your feelings might be fleeting, aren’t you?"

She nodded slowly, unable to hide the vulnerability in her eyes. "Yeah. What if it’s just... some phase? Some moment that fades when things get hard, like everything else in my life?"

Apollo’s smile softened, and he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Listen to me, YN. Love, true love, isn’t a fleeting thing. It’s not something that comes and goes like the tide. It’s the quiet understanding that remains, even when the storms of life try to tear you apart. The feelings you have—those aren’t a whim. They’re rooted in something deep. In a connection that goes beyond the surface."

YN looked up at him, her heart thudding a little faster in her chest. "But how do you know that? How do I know that?"

Apollo’s gaze was steady, reassuring. "Because love isn’t just about the moments that feel perfect. It’s about the choices you make in the imperfect ones. It’s in the way you choose to stay, to fight for something, even when the world makes it seem impossible. True love is real because it persists through the hardships, not in spite of them."

He reached out and lightly touched her hand, his warmth grounding her. "What you feel isn’t just a passing phase, YN. You’re feeling the weight of something that’s meant to last. Trust that. And trust yourself."

She swallowed, trying to process his words. "But what if I’m wrong? What if I hurt him, or—"

Apollo chuckled softly. "You’re not going to hurt him, YN. You’re not going to hurt yourself either. You’re stronger than you think, and the love you feel is a part of that strength. No one’s asking you to have it all figured out right now. Just don’t doubt that what you feel is real, because I can see it. I’ve seen it in the stars, the way the universe aligns when two hearts truly belong together."

YN's breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t just Apollo’s words that calmed her—it was the quiet confidence in his voice. He spoke like someone who had seen a thousand lifetimes of love and loss, but still believed in its power.

"You really think so?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know so," he said, giving her a reassuring smile that seemed to hold the warmth of a thousand suns.

For the first time in a long while, YN felt the weight on her chest begin to lift, replaced with a quiet sense of peace. Maybe she didn’t have all the answers yet. Maybe she didn’t need to. But she could believe in the love she felt, in the truth that it wasn’t fleeting, and that it was worth holding on to.

"Thank you, Apollo," she murmured, looking out at the ocean again, feeling the weight of his words settle into her heart.

Apollo stood up, offering her a playful wink. "Anytime, kiddo. Just remember—love is the most powerful thing in the universe. And sometimes, it’s the thing that makes even the gods pause and listen."

YN chuckled softly as he walked away, the last rays of sunlight dancing on the water. For the first time, she felt like she might just be ready to believe in the love she had—and in the possibility that it would last.

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Hi could you write something about Apollo comforting reader and reasuring them it isnt just fleeting love but true real love? Thank you!

of course yessss......

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Title: Struck by the Sun

It was the annual Camp Half-Blood games, and the competition was fierce. The children of the gods showcased their talents in everything from archery to hand-to-hand combat. You, however, found yourself watching from the sidelines, your experience at camp making you one of the oldest campers. As a child of Aphrodite, you had an air of grace and allure, which came in handy during some games, but now you preferred to watch.

Of course, that was before he appeared—Apollo. The Sun God. The literal embodiment of brightness, golden hair, and that signature mischievous grin. He walked through the camp with his usual swagger, and despite your efforts to remain detached, your heart skipped a beat. No one could blame you. Apollo was charismatic, charming, and had a way of making everyone feel like they were the center of the universe.

He caught sight of you and gave you a wink. That was all it took for everything in your mind to go blank.

A few weeks later, you'd found yourself in a relationship with him. To your surprise, the connection wasn't fleeting. Apollo made an effort, constantly showing up at your cabin with flowers that seemed to come from a place even beyond the mortal realm, and always giving you that dazzling smile that made you feel like the world was brighter with him around. But what you didn’t expect was how complicated things would get.

One afternoon, while you were walking through camp with Apollo, something in the air shifted. You hadn't been prepared for the confrontation.

"Why do I always have to worry about you?" Aphrodite's voice echoed across the camp.

You froze, Apollo's hand still in yours. Your mother's anger was unmistakable, and when she stormed toward you, the whole camp seemed to hold its breath.

"Aphrodite," Apollo said with a smirk, "Why so serious? Shouldn't you be happy your child's found someone who... appreciates them?"

Aphrodite glared at him, her beauty taking on an almost ethereal, yet terrifying, quality. "Appreciate them?" she spat. "No, Apollo. You don’t just appreciate people. You toy with them. You always have, and you will again. My child deserves better than your careless affection."

You flinched at her words. It wasn’t the first time your mother had been distant with you, but hearing her so upset—angry at Apollo, and by extension, angry at you for being involved with him—felt like a deep wound.

"I love them, okay?" Apollo shot back, his usual carefree tone tinged with frustration. "This isn’t just some passing thing. You can't possibly understand what it’s like to be with someone like them."

Aphrodite narrowed her eyes, and you could feel the tension in the air. "You don’t get to decide that. You never get to decide what's best for my child."

"I don't need to decide," Apollo retorted, his face softening. "They’ve already done that."

The silence was heavy. You weren’t sure if you wanted to run, hide, or tell your mother everything. It wasn’t like you’d gone into this relationship with any plan. You were just as confused by it as she seemed to be, but there you were.

Meanwhile, the other children of Apollo watched the situation unfold with their own thoughts. As you sat at the campfire that night, one of Apollo’s children, Aurelia, a fellow camper known for her sharp wit, approached you.

"So," Aurelia said, crossing her arms with a mischievous grin, "how's it feel to be Apollo's official weakness?"

You laughed, though there was no real joy behind it. "Confusing. Honestly, I’m still trying to figure out what exactly happened for us to get here."

"I don’t blame you," Aurelia shrugged. "He's… well, he's Apollo. But look, I know he can be a lot, but he means it when he says he cares about you. Don’t let the whole 'dazzling god' thing throw you off. It’s just how he is."

"Do you think it's a bad idea?" you asked, cautiously.

Aurelia shook her head. "Not a bad idea. Just... complicated. Apollo has a way of making things complicated, but that doesn’t mean you can’t handle it. You, of all people, have the grace to keep him grounded, even if he won’t admit it."

At the same time, Cassius, another of Apollo's children, a younger camper known for his musical talent, chimed in from his spot by the fire. "I think it's cute," he said with a grin, strumming his lyre. "Honestly, I thought we'd never see the day when Dad got serious about someone. But if he’s serious about you, then we’ve got no problem. Just... please, don't take him too seriously. He’s got a habit of running when things get real."

You nodded slowly, processing everything. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint anyone, but this whole situation was already more tangled than you ever expected.

As the days passed, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of both your mother’s disapproval and the mixed feelings from Apollo’s children. You spent more time with Apollo, but there was always an underlying tension. Your heart ached for clarity, and you found yourself wondering if the love between you and him was worth the turmoil it brought.

Aphrodite had always taught you about love, but this... this was different. It was like trying to tame sunlight. Apollo’s love was bright, intense, and warm, but it was also fleeting, like the sun setting at the end of the day. You had no idea how long it would last, but one thing was certain: you were caught in its glow, and there was no escaping the radiance.

And so, you were left to navigate a love story that defied expectations, fighting against your mother's disapproval, the complexity of Apollo’s nature, and the conflicting emotions that lived in the hearts of Apollo's children. But one thing remained undeniable: you had fallen for Apollo, whether you understood it or not, and no matter how complicated the world around you became, you would stand by it.

End.

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Hi can you do an Apollo x child of aphrodite reader? Like it shows aphrodotes dislike of her child dating Apollo and the reader also being confused on why they got bagged by Apollo. Also can you add the reaction of Apollos children on their relationship? Because the reader is like the oldest in camp half blood, can you also make it a gender neutral? You don't have to rush, thankyouu

yesss of course.......

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Shigadabi: FAMILY ISSUES (SHIGARAKI X DABI) X DAUGHTER READER)

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi x Daughter Reader

Characters: Y/N (Daughter), Shigaraki, Dabi, Nezu, Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki, Denki, Kirishima, Toga

Summary: Y/N, the daughter of two infamous villains—Shigaraki Tomura and Dabi—has a powerful and dangerous quirk, the “Demon Quirk.” She dreams of becoming a hero and secretly applied to U.A. High School, where she was accepted. Her dream, however, is shattered when her fathers discover the truth and forbid her from attending, wanting instead to train her to be a villain. Despite their efforts, Y/N secretly continues to train with her friends at U.A. Meanwhile, she finds herself falling in love with both Bakugou and Deku. When she becomes pregnant with twins, Y/N’s life is thrown into turmoil. Her fathers’ abusive behavior escalates, leaving her with no choice but to move in with Bakugou and Deku, where she finds love and support. But the shadow of her past looms large as she fights to protect her children, her future, and her dream of becoming a hero.

Scene 1: The Discovery

The air was thick with tension in the hideout. Y/N stood in the middle of the room, clutching the letter in her hand. Her fathers, Shigaraki and Dabi, were talking in hushed tones. She could already feel the weight of their disappointment, but she knew this was it—there was no turning back now.

She had applied to U.A. High in secret. After months of rigorous training, she had been accepted. Her dream of becoming a hero was finally within reach.

“I have something to tell you,” she said quietly, interrupting their conversation.

Both men turned to her, and the room grew deathly silent.

“What is it?” Dabi asked, his voice gruff.

Y/N took a deep breath. “I got into U.A. High.”

There was a beat of silence before Shigaraki’s face twisted into an expression of pure rage. His fingers twitched, and the familiar red energy sparked from his fingertips, ready to disintegrate anything in its path.

“U.A.?!” Shigaraki roared. “You want to be a hero? After everything we’ve taught you? You—”

“I don’t want to be a villain,” Y/N interrupted, her voice trembling but firm. “I want to protect people. I want to be a hero.”

Dabi’s laugh was cold, unamused. “You want to be a hero?” His voice dripped with venom. “You’re pathetic, Y/N. You can’t just pretend to be something you’re not.”

Y/N’s heart raced. She could feel the heat building within her as her quirk surged to the surface. Her hands began to glow with a dark, fiery energy, but she clenched her fists and fought to keep it under control.

“I’m not like you,” she said through gritted teeth, “I want to help people. I don’t want to destroy everything.”

Shigaraki’s face darkened as his gaze hardened. “You’re not going. You’re not leaving us behind. You belong here, Y/N.”

Dabi stepped forward, his body tense with anger. “You’ll stay with us. You’ll learn how to use your quirk properly—how to break people, not protect them.”

“I’ll never be like you,” Y/N snapped, her quirk flaring.

Shigaraki grabbed her arm roughly, his fingers digging into her skin. “You will be. And you will learn to be a villain—whether you like it or not.”

Scene 2: The Abuse Begins

In the weeks that followed, Y/N’s life became a nightmare. Her fathers’ abuse escalated. Every day, they forced her into brutal training, making her hone her quirk, the Demon Quirk, which had the potential to cause destruction on an unimaginable scale.

“Focus, Y/N!” Shigaraki barked as she tried to control her flames, her quirk glowing dangerously around her body. “You’re weak. You’re a disappointment.”

Dabi stood nearby, arms crossed, his cold gaze on her. “You’ve got the power, but you’ve got no control. We’ll fix that. And you’ll learn to use it to destroy, not to help.”

Every day felt like a constant battle. Y/N’s body was sore, her mind weary. She was pushed beyond her limits, and every mistake was met with harsh punishment. Her fathers used her quirk against her, forcing her to destroy things in their hideout, making her feel more and more like the villain they wanted her to be.

Yet, in the quiet moments when they weren’t looking, she still dreamed of being a hero. Her time with Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki, and the others at U.A. was the only thing that kept her sane. It was the only place where she felt like she could breathe, like she was more than just the daughter of two monsters.

But even that wasn’t enough to protect her from the cruelty of her fathers. They would often find out when she sneaked away to train at U.A., and their punishments became more severe.

One night, after an especially brutal training session, Y/N sat on her bed, cradling her aching body. Her emotions were a whirlwind—anger, sadness, fear—but there was one thing that stood out above the rest: guilt. Guilt for defying her fathers. Guilt for wanting something they would never approve of.

She stood and walked to the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her face was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep, but what caught her attention was the faint curve of her stomach.

A wave of nausea hit her as she realized something was wrong. Her stomach churned, and she felt faint.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered to herself, her hand trembling as she touched her abdomen.

It was the moment that changed everything.

Scene 3: The Revelation

Y/N’s pregnancy was a shock—not just to her but to Bakugo and Deku as well. They had been in love with her for months, but neither of them had expected this turn of events. After weeks of worrying, Y/N decided it was time to tell them.

She met them one night at the U.A. dorms, her hands nervously twisting the edge of her shirt.

“I need to tell you something,” Y/N said, her voice shaky.

Bakugo and Deku exchanged a look. “What’s wrong?” Bakugo asked, his tone softer than usual, concern evident in his eyes.

“I—I’m pregnant,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The silence that followed was deafening. Both Bakugo and Deku froze, their eyes wide in shock.

“Pregnant?” Deku repeated, his voice full of disbelief.

Y/N nodded, her stomach twisting in knots. “I don’t know what to do. My fathers—if they find out, they’ll kill me.”

Bakugo’s face darkened with anger, but it wasn’t directed at Y/N. He clenched his fists, his expression hardening. “We’ll protect you,” he said, his voice firm. “We won’t let them hurt you.”

Deku’s gentle smile reassured her, though his eyes were filled with worry. “We’ll figure this out, Y/N. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, her tears finally falling. She had been holding onto so much, and now, with their support, she felt a little lighter.

But she also knew that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. The shadow of her fathers loomed over her, and with the twins growing inside her, she had to make a choice.

Scene 4: The Escape

As the days passed, Y/N’s pregnancy became more apparent, and with it, the danger. Shigaraki and Dabi had begun to notice her growing stomach, and the tension between them and Y/N reached a boiling point. One day, after a particularly harsh training session, Shigaraki lashed out at her, his anger reaching new heights.

“You think you can keep this secret?” Shigaraki sneered, his fingers twitching dangerously. “You think you can just walk away from this life? From us?”

Y/N flinched as she stepped back. The fear was suffocating, but something inside her snapped. “I’m done, Dad. I’m done with all of this.”

Dabi’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not going anywhere. You belong with us. We’ll make you pay for this.”

Y/N turned to leave, but Shigaraki’s grip on her wrist was like iron. “You’ll never escape me.”

But escape was what she did. That night, with Bakugo and Deku’s help, Y/N fled the hideout. She packed what little she could and left everything behind, including her fathers.

With them, Y/N moved into a small apartment—one that was far from the shadows of her past. The apartment was quiet and peaceful, a place where she could finally breathe. Bakugo and Deku stood by her, their love and support unwavering.

SHOULD I DO A PART TWO?????

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my fav sokka story ever.....

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚��𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 || 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐚 ||

A/n: here you go! @bisexualgirly12 i apologize it took me a while

The Cave of Two Lovers was supposed to be a shortcut, an easy detour through the treacherous mountain pass. Instead, it had become the latest in a long list of disasters.

“This is your fault,” Sokka grumbled, pacing in the dim torchlight. His arms were crossed, his jaw set, and his expression was full of exasperation. “We should’ve just taken the long way like I said.”

“You mean the way that had Fire Nation patrols?” you shot back, mirroring his stance. “Yeah, great idea, Sokka. That would’ve been so much better.”

“It would’ve been safer!”

“You got us lost twice today. Why would I trust your navigation skills now?”

“Excuse me? I am great with directions!”

“You once got lost in a straight tunnel....”

Sokka opened his mouth, closed it, then dramatically threw his arms in the air. “Okay, that was one time! And I was tired!”

"That's such a stupid excuse!" You huffed, hugging yourself against the growing chill of the cave. The torchlight flickered in Sokka’s hands, casting long shadows against the ancient rock walls. Somewhere in the distance, the faint hum of glowing crystals pulsed softly, as if mocking the two of you.

“Ugh, forget it. Let’s just focus on getting out of here before—"

The flame sputtered.

Both of you froze.

The torch flickered once.

Twice.

Then, with a final, pitiful fizzle—darkness.

A beat of silence stretched between you before Sokka let out a strangled, barely-contained groan. “No, no, no—come on, stupid fire! Work with me!” He shook the torch aggressively, as if sheer willpower could reignite it.

“Brilliant,” you muttered, pressing your fingers to your temple. “We’re actually going to die down here.”

“Okay, dramatic. We are not going to die,” Sokka insisted. “We’re just… temporarily inconvenienced.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “You don’t have another torch, do you?”

“…No.”

“Do you have flint?”

A pause. “…No.”

You inhaled sharply through your nose, trying to suppress the overwhelming urge to strangle him. “So what you’re saying is, we’re stuck here, in complete darkness, because you—the guy who is supposed to be the responsible one—forgot to bring a backup torch?”

“Hey! That is not fair!” Sokka retorted, waving his arms wildly despite the fact that you couldn’t see him. “Katara usually handles the fire stuff! And you could’ve brought one too, you know!”

"Me! Ugh you're so!"You were about to argue when something caught your eye. A faint glow, seeping into the cavern like a heartbeat.

The crystals.

As your vision adjusted, the darkness gave way to an ethereal blue-green shimmer, illuminating the space around you. The soft light carved out the sharp edges of Sokka’s face, his furrowed brows easing as he, too, noticed the glow.

“Well… that’s kinda pretty,” he admitted.

You exhaled a laugh, some of the tension melting away. “Yeah. It is.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The bickering was forgotten, replaced by the strange, unexpected quiet of the cave. Sokka was looking at you now, really looking—his usual smirk absent, replaced by something softer, more hesitant.

The glow of the crystals played with the shadows on his face, making his features seem even sharper, even closer. His blue eyes flickered to your lips, just for a second, before darting away.

“Y’know,” he started, scratching the back of his neck. “That old guy—Chong—he said something about, uh… the whole kissing to escape the cave thing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously suggesting that we—”

“No! I mean—maybe?” Sokka groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Look, I’m just saying, we should consider all options, and if there’s even a tiny chance that smooching is the secret exit button, then—”

You rolled your eyes. “Sokka.”

“I mean, it’s not the worst idea—”

“Sokka.”

“I’m just thinking practically!”

“Are you?” you teased, stepping closer. His rambling cut off immediately.

There was a shift in the air between you, a charge that hadn’t been there before. The usual push and pull of your banter had always been just that—playful, teasing, full of exasperation but never… this. Never something that sent warmth curling in your chest. Never something that made your pulse stutter when he looked at you like that.

Sokka swallowed. “So… should we, uh—”

Instead of answering, you leaned in.

The kiss was hesitant at first—uncertain, warm, the barest brush of lips. But then Sokka responded, his hand instinctively reaching for your waist, pulling you a fraction closer as the glow of the crystals wrapped around you like firelight.

It was brief, soft, but enough to make your heart skip.

When you pulled away, Sokka blinked at you, wide-eyed, like he wasn’t entirely sure what just happened.

“Well,” he breathed. “That was… huh.”

You smirked. “You say that like it was a bad thing.”

“No! Not at all! Just… unexpected.” He paused, lips twitching. “I mean, I always thought if we kissed, it’d be after, like, I heroically saved you from a Fire Nation ambush. Or after I gave an incredibly moving, poetic speech about my feelings. Or maybe even under the moon—”

You snorted. “So you’ve thought about it?”

Sokka immediately went red. “I—I mean—shut up.”

You laughed, and he let out a groan, covering his face with his hands. But then, after a second, he peeked at you through his fingers, a sheepish smile curling at the edges of his lips.

“…Can we do that again? Y’know, just to see if it really helps us get out of here.”

You rolled your eyes, but your grin gave you away. “Sure, Sokka. For strictly practical reasons, of course.”

And as he kissed you again, you could swear the glow of the crystals burned just a little brighter.

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thats what i would pick....what would yall choose

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IMMA DO A question-and-answer session about what I like and my life since im bored ,so ask away when you want to- Raven Snapp

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Hi could you write something where reader is a demigod daughter if one if the big three and nearly dies on a quest but Apollo saves her and in his distress tells her about the prophecy that was revealed the dah of her bitth which said she and Apollo are soulmates and will marry when she’s 22 please? Thank you!!

SURE HERE YA GO

SOULMATE PROPHECY(APOLLO X DAUGHTER OF HADES READER)

The cavern trembled, its walls cracking under the force of the battle she had just fought. Yn staggered, blood dripping from the gash across her side, her breath ragged and shallow. The creatures of the Underworld had been relentless, and though she was the daughter of Hades, even her power had its limits. The air was thick with the scent of fire and death, the sound of rocks collapsing echoing in the dark, damp space.

Her vision swam, each breath growing harder, the world beginning to spin as she felt her legs weaken. She had given everything in the fight—her strength, her energy, her very essence—and now, she was on the brink of collapse.

"Help..." she whispered, though her voice was barely audible above the chaos.

Her celestial bronze sword lay too far away, and there was nothing left to defend herself with. She fell to her knees, hands shaking as she clutched at the ground, the life slowly draining from her body.

She could feel the cold, familiar pull of the Underworld’s reach. The shadows called to her, promising rest and peace. But she wasn’t ready. Not yet. She couldn’t leave. Not without finishing the quest, not without seeing her friends again.

The air shifted.

A warm, golden light burst into the cavern, cutting through the suffocating darkness. Yn’s heart skipped a beat, and though she was barely conscious, her mind recognized the radiance even before her eyes could focus.

“Apollo...” she breathed, her voice fragile but filled with a quiet plea.

The god appeared in an instant, a vision of sunlight and warmth. His golden hair shone like the dawn, and his eyes, bright as the sun itself, were wide with panic as he rushed to her side. He knelt, his hands glowing with divine light as they hovered over her wounds. The touch of his warmth was like fire against the coldness that threatened to consume her, but it wasn’t enough. She could feel herself slipping away.

“No, no, no...” Apollo muttered frantically, his hands trembling as he cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “You can’t... you can’t die. Not like this.”

She tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace, her energy drained. “It’s... too late...”

Apollo’s brow furrowed, his expression darkening. His gaze flickered over her injuries, and she saw the faintest shimmer of gold in his eyes—a reflection of his godly distress. He took a shaky breath, his voice breaking slightly as he spoke.

“Yn... there’s something you need to know. Something I should have told you a long time ago.” His voice softened as he leaned down closer, pressing his forehead against hers in an almost desperate manner. “When you were born, a prophecy was revealed. One that I could never tell you until now. I couldn’t—because it’s not... it’s not just about you.”

Her fading thoughts struggled to latch onto his words. “What... prophecy?”

Apollo’s fingers brushed her hair back from her face, his touch gentle but urgent. “It says that you and I, we’re soulmates. We are destined to be together, Yn. And when you turn twenty-two, we will marry. It’s written in the stars. I—" His voice faltered for a moment, something like fear flashing across his face. "I need you to stay with me. You have to stay. I can’t lose you now. Not when fate is so close.”

Her vision swam again, the golden light around him flickering like a distant star. But there was something in his words, something that anchored her, that refused to let the shadows take hold completely. A connection she hadn’t understood before, something beyond just the prophecy, beyond even the quest she was on.

“Marry you...?” she whispered, her voice faint, as if the weight of the words was too much to hold. "Apollo... I'm not ready—"

He pressed his lips to her forehead gently, his golden warmth enveloping her. “You don’t have to be ready yet. Not now. But you will be. You and I—this is our fate. This is more than a prophecy, Yn. You’re my soulmate. You always have been. And I’ve waited for you.”

For a moment, she felt the world slow. His words echoed in her mind, weaving through her thoughts like a thread of golden light. Apollo—her light, her fate, her future.

“I... I don’t want to die,” she murmured, her voice breaking, not just from pain but from something deeper—something tied to the god before her, the man who had been watching over her from the very start. She reached for him weakly, and his hands were there to catch hers, pulling her closer.

“I won’t let you,” Apollo whispered fiercely. “I promise.”

His divine power surged as he poured everything he had into her, his warmth filling her chest, pushing back the darkness that had been swallowing her. Slowly, she felt herself returning, the cold retreating as his strength flowed into her.

“Stay with me, Yn,” he pleaded, his voice gentle but filled with an undeniable command. “We have a future. Together. You’re not going anywhere.”

And as her breathing evened out and the pain began to subside, she felt it—the weight of his words, the gravity of their fate. Apollo was right. There was no escaping it. She wasn’t just the daughter of Hades. She was destined for something more.

She closed her eyes, her heart pounding, as a new feeling bloomed in her chest—a feeling of hope, of love, and of a future that, for the first time, didn’t seem so impossible.

OPPOSITES ATTRACT RIGHT......

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Hi can you write more for Apollo please? Thank youu!

yesss of course do you have any requests you want me to do.....

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holy shit.....i owe yall everything for liking all my posts should i keep writing and reposting

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a story I thought was a good one for my first one-shots about apollo and ares

mentions!:yandere apollo,fluff,pregnancy,crying,god of war being soft

Apollo

Apollo wasn’t happy when he heard about your pregnancy, and even you thought he would be but he didn’t. He was bothered and even irritated, of course, he always thought about having children with you but he wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t prepared to share you, and he didn’t want to, even if it was his own offspring. At the beginning of your pregnancy, he would try to talk you out of having this child, saying how young you were and that there were so many things you could do instead of having a child now, but you wouldn’t listen to him, worrying much more like how you would be as a mother. You were excited about it all, you were excited at the thought of being a mother and he realized that nothing would change your mind, not even him. When he realized that he was bothering you with his behavior, Apollo decided to put, or at least try to, his silly jealousy aside and focus completely on you. Apollo became devoted to you, more than he already was, and he spent many hours of his day lying in your lap, stroking your swollen belly. He still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of sharing you, but for you, he was willing to try. There was always a silver lining and having you pregnant not only made you vulnerable but also glued to him 24/7, which is exactly what he wants. Having you by his side at all times. If Apollo was already overprotective and suffocating before you got pregnant, when you were with his child he became much worse than he already was. From the moment he impregnated you, you are strictly prohibited from leaving your shared chambers. What if something happened to you? Apollo cannot allow anything bad to happen to you, ever, and not even his child. You will not be allowed to go anywhere without having god by your side. In compensation for the god’s overwhelming behavior, he will make sure you are comfortable for every moment that follows. You will be treated like a Queen, like his wife and you will receive nothing but the best. You will be pampered and ruined day and night, with the god massaging your aching limbs, singing hymns he wrote especially for you, and lots of hugs and kisses. He will make sure you are happy. Although the god wasn’t very happy at first with the idea of you being pregnant, over the months he warmed up to it and he actually cried with happiness when he saw you with his child in your arms. It wasn’t that bad, he decided, you had his son and this was just another way to keep you tied to him. Your child, his, was just another constant reminder that you would always be his and he would be yours.

Ares

Ares was thrilled to find out that you were expecting his baby, he almost cried, an overwhelming happiness filled him and he grabbed you and covered your face with kisses. You were pregnant, you were expecting his child, yours and that made him more than happy. He couldn’t believe it, how happy you made him just by telling him about your pregnancy. The god of war is extremely possessive of you and will never share you, but this was a different context, he would share you with his child and he was not bothered by that, oddly enough. Ares was happy and proud, happy that you were finally waiting and proud that this event was yet another way to get you under control. Under the possessive and violent control of the god. There’s no kind of gentleness in the god and there never was in the time you were together, his touches were always rough and often painful, but when you got pregnant, Ares strove to change that. He didn’t want to hurt you, he couldn’t hurt you, not when you were carrying the proof of your love, so he will try to be as gentle as you can be, touching you softly and kissing you gently, things he would normally never do. It is very common to see him with his hands on your stomach protectively and his head on your shoulders, this is his way of showing that he cares. Ares is known for his violent and possessive nature, directed as much at you as at others, but the moment you find yourself it is fully directed at others. He will scream, snarl and even threaten if he sees anyone too close to you, they are dangerous and want to hurt you and the baby,he will say, but don’t worry Ares is here to take care of you. He still can’t stand anyone looking at you and will act creepy about it, especially if that person is looking at your swollen belly with his baby. He will try his best to please you during this very special period, he will pamper you and fulfill all his wishes, no matter what they are. Ares will not be himself, he will be so loving and gentle that you will almost not recognize the god, he is so different, the way he gently holds your hands and steals an innocent kiss from your lips leaves you bewildered but happy, this is one of the few times you see Ares being so affectionate. And you will always be reminded of that because the god likes to spend hours talking to your belly, looking forward to the birth of his child. When the child’s cry was heard in the room, you actually heard Ares sobbing. He looked like he was about to cry when he saw the little being in his arms, it was the spitting image of its father and that just made him very emotional, damn, it was all so smooth and perfect. Ares became increasingly possessive of you and even your son, you were his family, his real family, and Ares will kill anyone who tries to get in his way. He will always take care of you and now his child

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the best husk headcannon I've seen yet....

credits:@multi-fandom-imagine

I have a headcanon that when Y/N was pregnant with the kits, Husk did that cat thing that looks like kneading dough on her baby bump. I also think that sometimes, when Y/N wakes up early, she finds Husk snore-purring with his head resting on the bump.

A/n:🥺Adorable

Husk had his own unique way of giving you attention during your pregnancy. He was protective, never letting you go alone, the cat demon often making you sit down and sleep instead of working know matter how much you complained.

One thing you've come to love the most was when he'd be kneading or as you affectionally called it, making biscuits on your baby bump. Husk would often do it when you were asleep, his paws softly kneading in your belly to help you sleep.

The first time he did it you were a bit nervous but it has become a comfort for you, something that you had grown used too. It didn't hurt you, he was gentle, always with a smile on his face until he'd rest his head on your belly.

Eyes sliding closed as he held you, it took you moments to realize that he was purring. The sound slowly lulling you to sleep as you felt his tail wrap around ankle.

"They love it when you make biscuits."

Letting out a huff, Husk adverted his gaze then nuzzled his face into your belly until he sighed giving you a crooked smile. "That so?"

"Oh ya, can't you feel then kick."

Letting out a blissful sigh, his eyes closed. "It's a wonderful feeling."

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when I see these boys from demon slayer(my opinion) ⤵🥰🥵