#record of Ragnarok apollo

[rukia-writes]

♥️First, you must kneel.

[cakeandpudding1]

Casual discussions

Beelzebub : "Did you know the sun produces natural vitamin D? A good source indeed."

(Name) : "Really?... I'm gonna need some of that D...*Eyes slowly darting towards Apollo* ehem.."

Apollo : "Is that so? *😏*"

Adamas : "Shit can you guys PLEASE cut it out??"

Just some loners hanging around with an extroverted pink haired sun god.

[kanroji-san]

Y/n: Not everyone likes you. You are not Anubis.

Apollo: Not everyone likes Anubis

Y/n: Who doesn't like Anubis?

Apollo: I don't kn-"

Y/n: Name them, bitch. Give me their names, so that I can personally teach them how to use their blabbering mouths for good.

Look at him!!! He is so adorable o(≧▽≦)o I want to hug him!!!!

[colourstreakgryffin]

Heyheyyy!!! I saw you right for for, if I may van I request for Poseidon, Apollo and hades? Dokusha is like a straight up asshole and is mean to everyone lol. Uhhmm Idk if u still write yandere,but if ur not comfy w that just normal ror than:) thank you, have a great day!!!🫶🩷

I’ll write Yandere if you like! I’d love to! I assume we’re a God so let’s go with that! No problem, we’re basically like Poseidon except maybe worse! Thank you, I have been wanting to write for more Record of Ragnarok for a while now! Hope we get more of the manga and I also hope to get a request for Nikola. I love Nikola Tesla in this series 🥰

Poseidon

Poseidon despises your attitude. You’re disrespectful, you’re rude, you’re agitative, you’re catty… yet, he is so fascinated by who you are, even if you drive him up the wall by daring to berate him. The God of Gods, the King of the Seas and the man far above you, just a puny God/Goddess… he needs more of you and gets obsessed over it

Poseidon did just meet you and he has an uncontrollable obsession he didn’t know where it came from but he’s now addicted to it. You’re a desirable yet infuriating force; he wants you, he wants to shape you, he wants to mold you into a perfect lover, he wants to form you the greatest ruler of the Sea besides him

Poseidon, unlike his brother and nephew, will force what he wants on you very aggressively and he is the much more toxic Yandere lover. Kick and insult him all you want, you won’t get away from him and you won’t win whatsoever. You can be as much of an asshole as you want, he’s an asshole too. You can’t escape

Poseidon can actually handle your own hyper-hatefulness well… by using his own immense raw strength, using his authority as a Supreme God. Keep kicking against him as he drags you back to the room he labelled as yours, he’ll make sure you can’t speak for the whole night

Poseidon is obsessed to the point he will make you his wife/husband/spouse right away, like the moment he gets his hands on you and he often uses his marine beings to invoke constant surveillance on you. He doesn’t care what he has to do, he’ll get you and he’ll be able to smell your beautiful hair and he’ll have what he wants. YOU

Poseidon is a very possessive Yandere, he gives you orders and rules, and he suspects you to obey them. Do not and he’ll punish you for daring to disobey him in a rather… unfavourable way, the only man who’ll tolerate your utterlyunattractive bitchiness. Do as he says, he’ll praise and reward you. More food, more luxury, not a day in the semi-flooded cellar

Poseidon will absolutely kill every soul who just looks in your direction in the most violent manner possible. Do you think he has morality? None in the slightest. If you see him make eye contact with somebody, suspect him to spill their guts all over the floor. As divine punishment for tainting you with their filth called a existence

Poseidon is the embodiment of a very strict stern hyper violent Yandere, who gives you brutal punishments as to ‘fix you’ and isolates you from everybody, yet loves you infinitely

Apollo

Apollo is a lot less aggressive, more eccentric and protective! He knows you’re so rude and you’re such a prick, you have almost no likability but you’re absolutely beautiful, so exotic, so sexy. He wants you, and he doesn’t have much boundaries so he wont take a no. He always gets what he wants, he is the most beautiful powerful desirable God in the Greek Pantheon!

Apollo did just meet you a few days ago, you’re one of the few people that did not bend to his pure existence and fall for him. You were quite harsh and sharp, shocking him and that feeling… he is already hooked on it and he wants more. He’ll get more of you, rather you want it or not

Apollo does force you into things and he won’t even bother to tell you about what’s going on. He is quite narcissistic so his new-formed passionate obsessive love for you is mixing with his own self-centred mindset that he always weaves you into his choices, making you do as he wants

Apollo dislikes your attitude, it’s not regal or beautiful! He tries to fix your attitude so you’ll be even the more beautiful than you currently are. Even with your attitude, he’ll fight for your honour and he will not let anybody talk smack about you. He will enforce respect, even when you constantly disrespect everybody

Apollo may not be as violent and murderous as Poseidon but he isn’t as lenient as Hades. He will kill for you if absolutely needed and he enforces his superior position as the God of the Sun to ensure nobody will ever try take you away from him. You are his, you are his pet, you have his name marked across your heart!

Apollo is very clingy and affectionate, he follows you around all the time. He barely gives you time alone nor does he back down at your yelling and berating. He won’t leave you to be vulnerable! You need him to clean your back, you need him to escort you across Valhalla! Stop fighting him, he’s only here for you and your own good

Yes! Apollo has you meet his beloved older twin sister, Artemis and he wants you to bond with her since you mean as much to him as she does. He pushes Artemis to be patient with you and your snarky jadedness and since he is very tunnel-visioned, he believes you two are friends since you’re not trying to hurt her at all

Apollo is the hyperactive clingy affectionate needy Yandere, who unknowingly disrespects your wants and needs for his own wants. Though, loves you infinitely

Hades

Hades is singlehandedly the most caring and gentle Yandere of these three magnificent Gods that he rarely forces you into stuff with him without your input. He deeply cares for your wants and needs and thoughts, he asks you for your opinions yet he just brushes past your steely belligerent attitude, to give you the love you deserve

Hades truly didn’t care how rocky and honestly awful his first meeting with you, just a minor God/Goddess, was. He only cared about this rapid beating in his chest your presence granted and your razor sharp cruel tongue induced to his mind that it doesn’t go away… is he a masochist? He can’t be… but, he wouldn’t mind you looking at him again

Hades gets it. He’s the King of the Underworld, he is the greatest King in Greece history and he has everything a person like you could want and all the more so come on. Down to Helheim with him, where he’ll spoil you rotten and make you his King/Queen. You’ll enjoy your brand new home, he’ll make sure you do… yet, he’ll never realise him kidnapping you is wrong

Hades gives love language through his multitude of presents. All very pricey and very luxurious, all materialistic objects that show his passionate deep unhealthy love for you. Look at all the hard work he’s putting into giving you all this, despite the fact you’re ungrateful and always tick him off. He’ll excuse it all since he loves you, even if it means he has to give a slap or two as punishment

Hades has the infamous; ‘collects things you once owned’ trait. He collects absolutely every materials and items you have made contact with as to absorb your mark on them. That hairbrush, it’s yours but he feels the hair to smell it. That soap bottle, it’s yours but he uses the shampoo to feel connected to you. He has a shrine of you, it’s that bad

Hades is not touchy because he is shy, he is too shy to be affectionate to you in public where Apollo has no fear and Poseidon’s very professional. Surprising, yes but it’s true. He holds your hand, even as you pull away and he kisses it and possessively rambles about how perfect you are, flawed but it can be fixed. He just goes on and on, he’s obsessed

Hades is also the least violent amongst the three. He doesn’t fear to stand up to threats harming his beloved and he will absolutely raise his Bident and drag his romantic rivals or enemies down to Helhelm for him to torment them… he just does it sparingly, in order to protect your view on him. He doesn’t want to hurt you…

Hades is the most emotionally-in tune possessive obsessed Yandere who has built his new world centring you and constantly excusing your actions, since he loves you infinitely

[swallowtail-lotus]

To anyone in the Ror fandom:

If you were given the chance to hug anyone, who will it be? You can pick more than one.

(Yes, I want to hug Loki-)

[amphitriteswife]

💛🧡Rejection🧡💛

Tagging: @praisethesuuun @mizz-sea-nymph @nicasdreamer @swallowtail-lotus

I know i made it male reader but feel free to see your oc sunny!😈

Apollo x male! Reader.

Apollo, god of the Sun, one of the 12 olympians and twin brother of the moon goddess herself, Artemis. That’s what he was most known for. Yet many forgot he was so much more than that. For example being the god of medicine, music, boys, knowledge and so much more. He was well loved among the ancient greeks. Often seen as the male beauty. In many of his famous tales Apollo falls in love with a man or woman, yet it always ends badly for them, causing Apollo to have them turned into flowers. Yet despite all the recognition, the glorious tales of him defeating the monster Python… he wasn’t always a saint.

Clutching your bow in one hand, you looked at the boar you just hunted. The boar was usually a symbol or offer to the lady Artemis herself. Once again, failing to have an offer for the god you worship. It was tiring and disappointing. Now it was a waste if you didn’t do anything with the now dead boar. Until the idea hit you that you might offer it to Artemis without entering her temple as only women or her priestesses are allowed to enter in. Walking in the direction of the temple you met one of the priestesses, giving her the boar and turning on your heel to go back to train with your bow, yet you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being followed. It was an uneasy feeling in your gut that told you to keep watching who was behind you. Ignoring the feeling but not the suspicion, you clutched your bow and narrowed your eyes. The sudden sound of leaves rattling made you alert as you quickly raised your bow, pulling out an arrow and aiming at the source of the sound, your hand pulling on the string before firing the arrow without missing a beat.

Steading your breath, you listing closely, hearing the sound of your arrow hitting something followed by a rather loud and dramatic ‘OW’ which made you a bit stunned before you hesitantly walked into the direction of where you shot your arrow. Moving some of the leaves and bushes you could finally see…a naked man in the lake? The sight was honestly a little baffling since most of the warriors were already back at the training camp, and not to mention the light shade of the pink hair which was a unusual color for human hair, walking closer you could see the little red liquid in the pond water, slowly getting thinner the more it stayed in the water. Following the trail of blood you could recognize seeing your own arrow in the right shoulder of the man. The man seemed confused as to why he suddenly got hit by an arrow. Your arrow. Guilt filled your being as you walked closer to the man, wanting to help him stop the bleeding yet when you were about to call him out he pulled out the arrow himself. His hand hovered over the cut before a yellow light surrounded the area where he ws hurt, the wound slowly closing under the dim light.

Suddenly, the man turned behind him. Staring at you wide eyed. He had hazel pupils, something that was rare, yet not unusual. You too stared back at him shocked. Who the hell was this man? Was it a magician? A witch? Should you tell someone? This can’t be real. This cannot be happening. ‘You look like you saw a ghost…well I’m even better.’ The man spoke to you, his hazel eyes focused on you. He had sharp features and a cocky arrogant smirk playing on his thin yet pink lips. He had a nice, lean yet muscular body and his voice was smooth and almost velvety…it made your head a little light and dizzy. ‘Are you feeling alright mortal? Can’t have you passing out on me?’ He told you in a hearty chuckling tone. He was suspicious. He must’ve done something to you. Your vision was a little clouded and your head felt heavy. ‘What have you done to me?’ You asked him placing one hand on your head. Massaging it a little. Your eyes focused on the suspicious man. The man Hmph-ed and scoffed. Closing his eyes, seemingly hurt and offended that he was accused of something like that.

‘I didn’t do anything, you idiot. Who do you take me for? That’s no way to talk your god!’ he said to you, crossing his arms and keeping his head high. How arrogant! And why is he claiming to be a god? That’s disrespectful! Claiming to be a god is highly disrespectful and insulting to your religion. ‘You can’t just claim you’re a god mister. It’s disrespectful.’ You told him carefully which made him scoff at you. ‘I’m no pretender! Seriously who do you take me for! It’s me! Apollo! Your lord! Your sweet, charming, loving, amazing sun god!’ Apollo told you proud fully, his strawberry pink like hair glistening in the waters. But he couldn’t help but chuckle when he looked at your flabbergasted face. His arms reached out to your body and he pulled you in the water with him. His hands on your broad shoulders while he looked you deep into your eyes, his face held a confident smirk and his hands soon began to make its way to your face, cupping it slightly. ‘Keep your god company, won’t you?’ Apollo asked you softly whispering in your ear. The sudden action once again made your head spin.

There was no denying that Apollo was attractive and charming….and seductive. But it was still highly Inappropriate to have something with the god you worship. Would you be allowed to go into the temple again? What if you end up like most of his lovers who have met unfortunate fates? Dying isn’t something you wanted…even if being with your god seemed like a dream. Would it really be a good choice to accept? Is that really what you want? So many questions yet so little answers. It made you dizzy and uncomfortable which cause you to take a fews steps back which made the god stunned. ‘I don’t know if that’s what i want...’ You told him slowly and carefully. You didn’t want to make quick and reckless decisions.. there was too much at stake. ‘I decline. I’m sorry my lord’ You told him carefully but firmly. Even if you loved your god, it was still platonic and admiration. Not romantic love like he hoped.

To not make the situation worse you walked out of the waters, apologized for the arrow and took your leave. Leaving Apollo, even if it was still hard to process in your state of disbelief that it was really him, alone in the waters who was confused himself. Apollo was never rejected by anyone, causing him to have a stir of mixed emotions. He was hurt that you didn’t feel for him. Yet also angry you had the audacity to reject him. Yet also admiration that you wanted to put yourself first. He himself felt strange, but he was a powerful and confident being. And rejection won’t be a final answer. After all. In Apollo’s myths he never took no for an answer either…

🌻Thank you for reading! 🌻

[xjulixred45x]

Hi, please can i have an Apollo from record of ragnarok x Male!Reader which is like Death The Kid from Soul eater ( obsessed with symmetry, a bit dramatic, perfectionist, distant but endearing, serious and thoughtful )

I'll try My Best(never saw Souleater)

(EDIT: so, this character is a minor, so the scenario will be PLATONIC ONLY, sorry if that wasnt what you wanted)

Apollo and Death The Kid! Reader: Old Habits Die Hard

Apollo was a god of very, VERY divided opinions, even within his own pantheon. There was no doubt about it, he was strong, beautiful, and talented in many areas, but his large ego and narcissistic attitude made him a difficult person, to say the least, both to deal with and to understand. For this reason, there was always skepticism regarding certain of his "attributes," or rather, his true colors regarding certain topics.

As was the case with his children.

It was no mystery that Apollo's children were often the ones who suffered the greatest misfortunes, or the worst fates in the pantheon. It was almost sad to see how the children of the god of medicine, defense, and the arts died before reaching their full potential. Any inexperienced person would say that Apollo would be used to this by now, that, like Zeus, he simply chose to have minimal involvement with his children.

But his worshippers knew. Apollo never allowed himself to show the other gods what the loss of his children did to him, but they could see how he gripped his later children more tightly, how he became less pliable, all with that stupid smile on his face.

Each child, increasingly watched, ever closer to Apollo's dominion, was as if each time he had a new opportunity to make everything better. Whatever the outcome.

That was the environment in which Reader was raised. One filled with luxuries, privileges, education, the arts, and a particular kind of love. Which seemed fitting, because he ended up being anything but a regular child.

Apollo loved the early stage when his children were learning about the world, being so innocent and so foolish at the same time; it was so adorable. Especially when Reader looked on in confusion when something didn't go his way—so cute!

However, it was also the early stage of his habits. Reader never really played with his toys; he just arranged them in a certain harmonious way and gazed at them, proud of his work. Oh, the cries he would make when someone moved his things, even if Apollo didn't understand them—they were too sad to bear! And he ended up indulging in them, time and time again.

He was the son of Apollo himself, so obviously he was going to be a theatrical and dramatic child; it was only to be expected. Even though he grew more serious over the years, his responsibilities as the son of a primordial god weighing more and more on him, those rituals, those customs that gave order to his life, remained.

It's not as if he didn't have other things going on in his day besides making sure everything was according to his preferences! After all, he had music practice, fighting practice (even his father used to say he was very promising!), and he filled in the gaps left by his father like a god, serving in his name, arranging the scrolls, making sure everything was in its place…that everything was perfect.

One would expect these habits to fade over time, but with the reader, it seemed quite the opposite: the older he grew, the more things needed in his routine to make everything “perfect,” to the point that it seemed almost ridiculous.

Whether it was how the ornaments were placed, the color scheme, or the size of how his father's worshippers arranged their objects, among other things that lacked logic. Hell, the young man even avoided stepping outside for fear of “ruining” the symmetry he had when he went to play.

Lord Apollo allowed much of this behavior for a long time, partly because he found it amusing, partly because it benefited him to keep his son focused on something that wasn't dangerous or in the outside world, but he wasn't a stupid god. He could see the consequences of his son's obsessions (which had, in part, gotten out of hand because of him), and he knew a stop had to be put.

Not only for the sake of the people at the temple, but for his son's own anguish! Even if the first few days were like holding a rabid groundhog every time someone broke a habit of his...

If it weren't for the circumstances, Apollo would be impressed that his youngest son, seemingly more of a ermit than a fighter, was so fierce and determined to the point of violence. Of course, the reader was good at anything he put his mind to, like the arts or boxing; maybe that was exactly what he needed to fix all this.

Apollo was a dramatic man, a god of the arts after all, but it was something he shared with his son, something he could take advantage of, exaggerate the truth a little, make things seem bigger than they really are, whether he eventually did something outside the temple, participated in one of its festivals, who knows!

As serious as he was, Reader was still young, easily persuaded, easy to read, and Apollo could see the subtle improvement in his attitude as he shed several of his more harmful habits.

Obviously, it wasn't an overnight thing. Even with Apollo's tendency to be impatient, to the surprise of many, his normally volatile temper always favored his son. It was almost strange to see both the sun god and the reader so... calm.

Everything seemed to be going well until the list of Ragnarok participants was released. Apollo noticed it again. He fell back into old habits, seeking comfort, reassurance. A part of him was more amused than offended (much to the reader's surprise when he heard Apollo laugh so openly at his worries).

He was the sun god, the true power of the Greek pantheon! He'd let it go this time, but he should have more trust in his father. Then maybe, just maybe, he could stop seeing him as that helpless little boy. Old habits, after all, right?

Shares, Reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[beetlewine-art]

Me @ Apollo:

Exept of course, this ugly mf:

Tag list: @my-name-is-apollo and @apollomes-supremacy

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello there hope your doing well so, I see that request are open again, so I was wondering if i could please Ror gods any of your chioce with a s/O with a super sweet/kind personlity always greeting everyone, has a huge Interest in baking and sharing the sweets. Has lots of physical affection too from hugs/kisses.

Thanks so much for your hard work!❤💞💞💗

Have a amazing day!

*ROR headcanon lightening round!!*

He loves that they are so sweet & kind. The world is not always that way, so Hades appreciates the juxtaposition of their existence over the nihilism in his life.

He doesn’t care for it. Indiscriminate niceness cheapens the act, and also a sign of weakness. Poseidon also doesn’t care that much for physical affection. At least not in public.

Twins! Like two peas in a pond. Except Heracles cannot bake. So he eats all the sweets they bring him, with gusto, and shows a lot of affection back in return.

He loves it. Loves all the attention, and sweets, and kisses from them. Shiva just doesn’t like that they are affectionate with everyone and gets really jealous.

He adores how open they are. Their shining personality is what captivated him. It is their true beauty. He has to show some restraint with the sweets though. They are murder on his figure.

He hates it. Every time he sees them being nice to someone else, his guts twist in knots with jealousy and he wants to take a knife to their eyeballs. Loki adores them, in his own way, and wants all of their everything just for him.

[cafeinthemoon]

Ever Dream (Apollo x reader)

Chapter 1/1

Wordcount 7,3k

Title Ever Dream

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Symbols ✔ . 1️⃣ . 💛

Warnings: Apollo is extremely inconvenient in the beginning; angst with a soft, bittersweet ending

Tagging ? (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A. Finally I can fulfill my promise and post this little story with Apollo!

At first, he wasn't appealing to me at all, but as his character was developed, I found myself liking him (I basically understood that my lack of interest in him and his fight was due to me not moving on from Hades' loss, since snv doesn't feel the same for me anymore) Also his personality is a bit weird in this one bc I've started to write it before his flashback came out, and since I've wrote so much it would be a waste to restart my work to adjust his depiction to something more "pleasing", so I just kept things this way. But I hope you have fun with it :)

“Come out, come out

Wherever you are [...]

Give in, give in for my touch

For my taste

For my lust”

(Nightwish, Ever Dream)

Summer days might be the favorites among the mortals, for they were long and favorable to the body and the heart, as a good presage for the ones who needed it, but that didn’t apply to you. Yes, as many, you appreciated cheerful encounters of friends under the shadow of a tree on a warmth afternoon, as well as playing games in the city’s lake with your sisters, but none of these small delights were enough to make you enjoy Summer above the other seasons. Honestly, you would be happier during Spring, when the beauty of the flowers would be in its apex, or during Winter, when you would stay long periods at home, in front of a good fire, with warm food and crafting to occupy your hands; even Autumn had a special place in your heart, with its meadows of red leaves and winds whispering mysterious tunes.

The thing is that you used to work as a gardener during Spring and Summer, and this latter was always the most difficult one, for the land where you lived was always too hot for any activity to be possible under midday sun, so you would adjust your routine to work at early morning or when the sunset approached.

It was a hard work: the plants would suffer with the heat, and you must know the right moment of the day to pour water in them, in order to not burn their roots; some of them would even become dusty with the lack of rain, only to be harmed after sudden, summer storms, and it would take an entire day for you to clean the fallen leaves, broken branches and garbage brought by the wind – not to speak about the mud; and, as if none of this wasn’t enough, you would have to fight against seasonal infestations.

It was a lonely work, also: there would be days when you would stay in silence for so long that hearing your own voice after going back home or speaking to yourself during work brought a sensation of strangeness. But you enjoyed the solitude, using it to perfect your abilities and organize your thoughts.

Some would say that you should start thinking seriously about your situation, that is, that you couldn’t live only for the plants and that you were already in the age of considering marriage, but you would just escape from their demands inside the labyrinths of the garden. Not that you would get angry with them, though. You understood their preoccupations, but you were aware of where they came from: they didn’t understand that happiness could have many sources in human life beyond building a family.

And, as long as your own happiness came from the garden, you would stay inside it.

***

If the humans who knew you were the only ones watching your steps with what you’d call an abnormal interest, you could deal with it. But fate wanted things to be complicated for you, so your peculiar, solitary routine hasn’t caught only the mortals’ attention.

It happened that, close to your garden’s location, upon a greenish hill, a temple was built centuries ago. A temple to honor the deity whose powers were always strong across those lands – Apollo, Son of Zeus and Guardian of the Sun, Master of Poetry and Music, and owner of more titles than you could remember. You’ve never seen him in person, though it was said that he used that building as his temporary residence on summer days, which explained the intense temperatures during that time of the year; it also explained why the lights of the temple would be fed until late hours and why there would be sound of chords, drums and high voices all day. You respected the work of the people living there, of course, but you’d appreciate a bit of silence during a period that was so difficult for you, and there you had another reason to show up only when the sun wasn’t shinning in all its splendor.

Little you knew that, from the highest spot of the temple, upon a parapet only accessible to himself, the Lord of that house, to whom all those honors were directed, has been observing that lonely, little mortal who would come every day to take care of her flowers with the same dedication as Heracles by the time he had to fulfill his twelve tasks.

He couldn’t remember when was the first time he saw you: the only thing he knew was that, while he stood at that temple, he couldn’t spend one day without seeing you. Every morning, before his worshipers woke up, Apollo would walk up the stairs that led to the private space where the highest balcony of the temple was, and he would sit at it, with his back leaning on a column, to witness the girl’s arrival and her preparations before work; he would stay there, watching in ecstatic silence as she separated her tools, touched each plant with those delicate fingers of hers, examined each spot of them and gave them the necessary treatment, smiling and, sometimes, mumbling to herself.

Not only he noticed your diligence and dedication, but it didn’t escape him how much you were beautiful. Yes, you were surrounded by appealing fruit trees, flowers of the most interesting shapes and shades, all of them between intricate green walls that only added in majesty, yet your figure caught the man’s eyes above all of them – eyes that were trained to not miss anything that could be pleasing to one’s sight.

The god would cheer at himself with the fact that you were oblivious to this, while he, at that height, was completely out of your sight. It was like in the old days, where he would observe the mortal realm from his spot at the Olympus, except that this time there would be no difficulties in reaching you: as one of the city’s inhabitants, you were basically his neighbor, and knowing that building like the palm of his hand, he knew the secret shortcuts that would lead him to your garden’s gates.

At first, Apollo would state that his morning observations were just a hobby, and that with all the work to keep him occupied at the temple and the attentions he would get from the worshipers – particularly from the priestesses – he would soon forget about you and your flowers. However, he wasn’t fool to the point of lying to himself for too long, and soon he would admit that he was interested in you. Well, he was already desiring you, in a way that didn’t happen since… a few centuries ago, maybe by the time of that temple’s inauguration, when he would lure some of the city’s mortals into it. And now, there he was, leaving the comfort of his bed every morning, sometimes even before the sun came up to greet him, for anything but to catch the exact moment when your feet stepped into that garden, wondering how your voice would send shivers all over his body in case you whispered in his ears with the same docility you did to the flowers, how soft your skin would feel if he caught your frail form between his arms, and the heat he would sense once his lips touched yours.

This extended for days, until he finally had enough.

That morning, he watched you as always, but this time something inside him awakened, and he just let his body move away from the parapet and reach for his private chambers, where he caught his best garments and a pair of golden sandals, and then wandered to outside the temple, to the narrow path behind the hill, covered in stones and sand, only known by himself, and in one minute or two, he was standing at the garden’s entry.

Today is the day. The day when I shall make you mine.

***

It should be a pacific, ordinary morning of work at the garden.

You arrived at the usual hour, reached for the spot of the garden where you started working the day before, separated your tools and went to take care of your tasks.

You’ve spent one hour, maybe two like this, so concentrated in what your were doing that the sudden rustling between the leaves somewhere behind you made you startle and drop your garden shears. You turned around…

And found quite a spectacle for that time of the day.

Coming out of a narrow space between two green walls, you saw a young man dressed in garments that you supposed to be only appropriate for the Summer Festivities, not so far in the land’s calendar: he had a white toga around his body, which hems and details appeared to be sewn with golden threads; golden were also the strappy sandals he had on his feet, as well as the laurel wreath on his head. The first rays of the sun reached the space between you at that hour, and the golden light poured itself over the man’s figure as the hug of a beloved one, revealing that the metallic ornaments he carried were, in fact, gold, and conceding a singular glimmer to his eyes, which you thought to be of the same shade. But that wasn’t the only peculiarity seen in his appearance: his hair, falling on straight strands to his waist, were of a soft pink that reminded you of some of the flowers in your garden, but a comparison wasn’t possible, since they were out of sight at that moment.

Yes, the visitor was a beautiful man, though eccentric, so your first thought was that he was the son of a noble family that came to the city to honor the god of the Sun at the temple beside your garden.

He’s probably thinking that the garden is part of the temple’s territory. I must clarify this mistake and lead him back through the right path.

And you were going to do that very thing, but he was faster.

Without waiting for an invitation or at least a question about his presence there, the man approached your spot and stopped in front of you, observing your tiny person surrounded by flowers and tools with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief: was this girl really engaging in physical work this early?, his eyes seemed to ask.

You stepped behind, closer to a bush of wild roses, but glanced over your shoulder before touching the thorns – something that made the stranger giggle. You didn’t like that at all.

The first words said between you were his.

– I’ve always said that wild roses were not my favorites, but the truth is that they’ve scared me and charmed me at the same time, and I just couldn’t deal with it – he stretched an arm to touch a spot above and behind you; not disguising the feeling that he was closer than a stranger should be, your eyes followed his movement and found his fingers reaching for a flower of the bush – A ridiculous mistake from an arrogant heart… – and, turning his golden eyes to you, – Don’t you think, my flower?

Your eyes widened, but you managed to control your mouth to not scoff at those words: you’ve been working at that garden for too long now, and from time to time there would be one and other man who would come to celebrate the Summer Festivities at Apollo’s temple, many of them from privileged houses… and about whom you’ve already had a clear opinion.

Let me see… Extravagant clothing at this time of the day, bad sense of direction, abnormally elevated self-confidence and no regard for personal space. Of course, another womanizer who relies on cheap flirting to win innocent hearts. He knows that this type of chatting only works when the speaker is young and beautiful like him, but things would be very different if we had an old, naughty man in his place.

You knew that, if you didn’t do anything to get rid of him, he would bother you for the rest of the morning, and you wouldn’t be able to complete the works of the day, but fortunately you also knew how to deal with this kind of situation, so you decided to act right now...

By moving aside and bending down to grab the garden shears that he made you drop. You stood up again and started removing the small, green leaves from its blades as you spoke.

– My Lord, I suppose you entered here by accident – you started; and, looking into his eyes, still with the shears’ blades up – Because, you see, despite the proximity, this garden doesn’t belong to Apollo’s temple. No festivities will happen here.

It was with a bit of diversion that you observed the bright smile fading from his pretty face, but you remained impassible, for you were aware that this one was an experienced gentleman and wouldn’t give up so easily.

And he didn’t.

– I must be indelicate and disagree with you, Miss – he moved his hand away from the flower, but, with an eye on your shears, he hid both hands behind his back – For a garden is a never-ending festivity itself, and the one that is going on right here owes all its beauty to the work of your hands.

You swallowed. He did have a way with words, then. But not even this would be enough for you to allow delays in your routine, and you made that very clear.

– If this is the case, my Lord, I must make use of the same indelicacy and interrupt our conversation here – in a swift move of your hands, the shears closed and opened twice with a metallic whisper – And keep working on the garden’s beauty.

And, without waiting for a response, you turned your back on the man and restarted to prune the bush with the roses, just as you were doing when he arrived.

Not even this was able to shake the young man’s confidence, for he just stepped aside and continued to talk, caressing the flowers at the same time. No irritation or offense was sensed in his tone.

– Then I must leave you to complete your mission – and, after a pause, – But I’m trapped here, and you’re the only one who can release me... by letting me know your name.

Your hands stopped and you turned to him again. You weren’t willing to reveal it to him, but if that was going to make him go away, you would do it.

– Y/n s/n.

The young man opened a satisfied smile. But, instead of saying his own name in return, he just stepped back and nodded.

– For this I will be forever grateful, my y/n. I will make sure that Apollo’s blessing falls over you and your work concerning this celebration of beauty.

And without waiting for a response, he turned away and left.

***

If only the Festivities in honor of the Lord of the Sun were shorter, or if your garden was located in somewhere else, the strange events of yesterday involving that extravagant individual would be just a funny story to remember in an encounter between your friends, or even something you would forget after a week.

But, unfortunately, things don’t always go as we plan, so to your surprise – and exasperation – the situation happened again in the next day.

You were pouring water on the soil, in a spot of the garden not so far from the one where your first encounter happened, having only the sounds of the water falling from the can and the early birds singing on the trees as your company, when the rustling noise of indiscreet steps upon the grass caught your attention.

You turned around… and found the shinning figure of the young man smiling at you, his right hand leaning on the tree at his side, his golden eyes upon you with the same enthusiasm of the last day.

You bit your lip.

I can’t believe it. Did he forget everything that happened yesterday?

If he noticed your displease or if he chosen to ignore it, you didn’t know, but he started a casual conversation without waiting for an invitation.

– Good morning, dear y/n! – he left his spot beside the tree and walked toward you with no sign of embarrassment – As I can see, the festivities continue today.

You just gave him a silent nod in reply. The man’s smile widened in contentment.

– That’s good to hear, for today I bring you something that you might appreciate…

Only then you noticed the object he was carrying on his left hand: a bracelet made of gold, in the shape of a vine and with a white gem in its center, with rays surrounding it as an imitation of the sun. You looked at the object and hesitated.

– My Lord, it is not…

But when the words were still crossing your lips, you felt a strong hand holding your wrist and pulling it forward, making you drop the watering can; before you did anything, the man put the bracelet around your wrist and spent a moment admiring it, with your tiny hand between his.

You even tried to pull it back, but the he held you in place. You swallowed.

Heavens, his appearance is the most deceiving thing I’ve ever seen! I don’t know many soldiers who possess this strength!

Because of this, you understood that you might have been in danger since the other day, so that time you kept your mouth shut and waited to see what his next step would be.

And you didn’t know if you should feel relieved or shocked when you found it out.

– Now you were granted the necessary permission, my dear – he spoke with softness; and, pulling you closer to whisper in your ear, – The way to the Summer Festivities has opened to you at the Temple of the Great Apollo.

You had no time to respond, to move away or to show any form of refusal. The man, still holding your hand, pulled you with him and started running between the green walls and trees, rushing toward the depths of the garden and not allowing you to stop.

You glanced behind and your heart ached when you saw your work unfinished and the watering can forgotten on the spot it fell, the remaining water leaking and soaking the soil.

***

The path through which he led you, as well as the environment you found when you entered the temple was what you would sense in a dream: in one moment, he was carrying you by the hand through the green labyrinth, in a pace that defied time; in the next one, you were inside high walls of white, imposing columns with marble flowers surrounding them from their highest to their lowest spot, and countless tables of gold with goblets, jars and trays full of fruits, sweets and other tempting treats that were taken by uninhibited, joyful people dressed in flowing fabrics and barefoot, running, hopping and dancing between themselves to the frenetic sound of chords, flutes and drums. The place was a mixture of sounds, colors and smells that confused and numbed your senses, in a way that you were only able to stand thanks to the strong hold of the young man.

Despite that, you still noticed how strange was that those people seemed to move to the music as if they were just one, yet they acted like they weren’t seeing each other, lost in their particular world, to the point you wondered if they knew what they were doing or if they were just caught under a spell.

Are they really happy, or are they forced into this? It’s unsettling...

The people only showed a believable reaction when you arrived… Well, actually, when they put their eyes on the young man, and started reaching for him with no regard for your presence, pushing, bumping and even stepping upon your feet.

In a way you couldn’t understand, he opened his arms wide to receive them without letting go of your hand, with a satisfied smile on his face that seemed to light up when the first rays of sunshine entered the place, embracing him with the same passion as the people around.

It was when a thought crossed your mind as fast as those rays, and you stared at him with a knot in your stomach.

Could it be that he…?

The chorus around you, chanting the same words in delight, was the confirmation for it.

– Apollo! Apollo-sama! You finally arrived, Apollo-sama! Please don’t make us wait this long for you again, Apollo-sama!

His face brightened up with the call of the humans, as if it absorbed their joy and turned it into vital force, returning it to them with the warmth of the sun; to them, he was god, father, husband and master, and he was more than happy in taking all those roles for himself, in what you saw as a hungry, even predatory way. Though you still found it a beautiful thing to observe, you no longer saw any resemblance with a man in his figure.

He was something else.

Feeding himself with their energies and keeping them gravitating around him is like a diversion to him. How scary.

And with the same diversion, he pulled you to a tight embrace, giving you no choice to walk away, for many people came to him and were no dismissed, so that you were trapped between him and them, and you didn’t know for how long you would be able to breathe.

Somehow, he managed to walk among his worshipers and take you with him before you in fact were smothered, and without decreasing in enthusiasm, he looked around and chanted:

– My children, my flowers! Another day of Summer came to bless you! Enjoy it, cherish it like it’s your last!

Immediately, the people obeyed him and, as if slowly forgetting about his very presence, restarted the celebration, dancing and jumping around and opening the way for you two at the same time, not really realizing what they were doing.

Not wanting to join them and not being able to release yourself from Apollo’s grip, you had no choice but to follow him.

***

You walked up spiral, white stairs with golden banisters, ran through a corridor and ended up in front of an enormous pair of doors, which he opened with a slight touch of his hand.

They revealed a wide room that, even in your lack of experience in these matters, you knew to be worthy of a god: everywhere you looked, you saw comfortable chairs and couches, covered with satin sheets and surrounded by trays of sweets and fruits, and countless jars of wine; there was also a small fountain pouring water, with a jar and cups around it. You also saw books, parchments and musical instruments ready to be used. Everything there was arranged to display beauty and pleasure, as expected from its owner.

Once you stepped inside, you heard the sound of the keys turning to lock the doors from inside and shivered.

– My y/n, will you follow me to the balcony? – Apollo passed to your side – There’s something I need to reveal to you, but it has to be in an appropriate place!

And, without waiting for your response, he tightened his grip around your wrist and pulled you across the room, to reach the said balcony.

You passed under an arc with a pair of curtains of a peach shade and found yourself in a place that could serve as a common room of a human house by its largeness, except for the fact that it was uncovered; on it, there was wine, fod and water as well, and a couch twice the size of the ones inside the room, yet none of those objects interfered while you walked among them.

Apollo stopped at the parapet with you by his side. With his arm stretched over it, he indicated the entire view.

– Let your pretty eyes enjoy what’s in front of them with no shame, my dear – he laughed – Trust me, the view of your lands from the Olympus is no match for this!

And you were, in fact, impressed with what you saw.

From there, you were able to spot various things, from the mountains that surrounded the city, passing through the town itself, with its marketplace and daily movement, to nearer places… such as your garden, its open fields and the very spot where you were working this morning when Apollo arrived and abducted you.

Your face burned with the thought.

He has been spying on me from here? Since when…?

You never had the opportunity to inquire him on this, because he had no shame in telling you the whole story.

– Since this Summer started, though I cannot precise the day, I’ve been trapped in this balcony, just as I am now – he turned to you with a strange glimmer in his eyes; you sensed his hand letting go of your wrist and wrapping itself around your waist, bringing you closer as he spoke – I’ve been trapped by you, my flower, for I couldn’t spent one morning without seeing you from here, cherishing with your whole figure, your steps, the work of your hands, all for your precious garden…

You put your hands between you and him, in an attempt to prevent him from approaching even more.

– My Lord, with all the respect, this is my work – you managed to speak – I would never be able to properly take care of a garden if I refused to pour my heart into it…

The god’s response was to widen his already present smile, giving to it a hint of something that would be called presumption if he was a mortal man.

– I know it! I know well how these things work, and for this I am jealous – he caressed your face for an instant, his eyes swallowing each traits of yours with greed – I am jealous of your flowers, of your trees, and everything that has been blessed by the touch of your hands…

You gasped.

– My Lord, I think this is going too fa…

Your words were cut off by his next act, which consisted in wrapping his arms around you and lifting you from the floor, taking you to the couch you saw before, not so far from your spot on the parapet. There he sat you down, then knelt to take off your sandals – of course, without missing the chance to let his fingertips wander through your feet and legs. With no visible ways to escape this situation, you could only observe the scene in silence.

The door is locked, I don’t think I could open it as fast as he closed it, he’s too strong for me to put a physical fight and is too lost in his own fantasies to hear a word I say. I see no solution besides climbing up the parapet and jump.

While this thought was still crossing your mind (and your eyes glancing at the parapet), Apollo was already climbing the couch. You tried to move away, but he was faster: holding your jawline, he pulled you close to him, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.

– I beg you, my little flower… stop making me jealous… pour your heart to me… be mine…

You opened your mouth to speak, to reply, to try and reason with him one last time, to ask for his divine favor and beg him to let you go, but Apollo didn’t even give you the time to breathe: convinced that actions would teach you better than words, he covered your mouth with hungry kisses, his tongue reaching for yours in a hurry, his hands grabbing your body with voracity. With the lack of air, your lungs started to burn and your eyes got filled with tears.

Your hands, still free, pulled him away by his chin; he stared at you in incredulity.

– Please… my Lord… – you forced your words out, alternating them with gasps – Please… reconsider…

For the first time, Apollo seemed to have his patience tested, and the slight twist in the color of his eyes instilled fear in your heart like you’ve never felt before.

– Too late to think, my y/n… It’s time to act.

He pushed himself upon you on the couch and a second kiss happened, longer and hotter. Now that your attempt to stop him failed, desperation was taking over you, leaving you with two choices: letting him continue or dying for opposing to a god’s will.

The latter seemed less painful for you, so you opted for it.

Beside the couch, just like the other seats at that room, there was a small table with a metallic jar on it; you glanced at it when Apollo let go of your mouth and brought his kisses to your neck, and supposed that it was full. An idea came to you, but you had to be careful.

If I fail at this, it’s over for me.

With slow movements, you managed to bring your body closer to the table’s side, taking the god with you, leaving him too occupied in his caresses to notice anything around. You even reciprocated some of his touches to disguise your nervousness, and waited until you were sure that your hand would reach the jar’s wing.

When the moment came, you stretched your left arm… and your fingers closed around its wing, lifting it from the table with all the strength you could find.

Everything happened too fast for your eyes to follow: catching him in a surprise was your only and greatest advantage, and you managed to do it. The jar flew from the table and hit Apollo’s head, forcing him away from you and dropping the laurel wreath from his hair; confirming your prediction, the jar was full, and the water spread all over the place as the metal clanged against the floor.

You wasted no time: you dragged your body out of the couch and fled the balcony, leaving your sandals and a paralyzed, dismayed Apollo behind. You crossed the room like a ray and somehow unlocked the door easily despite your shaking hands; not only this, but you had the nerve to take the key with you and lock the door from outside to slow the man who would certainly come after you.

***

Your feet barely touched the stairs while you walked down. Behind your back, there was still silence, but you knew it wouldn’t take long until Apollo reached the door and found a way to open it, so you wouldn’t stay to see what was going to happen.

You soon were back to the wide room where his worshipers were celebrating, and it was with no surprise that you found them as happy as before, and that, as you joined the crowd to reach the exit, they barely remembered you. Still, you couldn’t help finding it scary to be squeezed and pushed to all sides by those strangers, who screamed, sang and danced with no regard for each other and for themselves, as victims of a sinister spell.

***

The image of you running away from him was the most terrifying of the nightmares.

Apollo could have ran after you, grabbed you and pulled you back to the balcony. He could have also stretched his hand toward you and used his golden threads to wrap your body and force you to stay, to submit to him. He even managed to raise his hand while you turned your back to him and moved away, passing under the arc that separated the balcony to the rest of the room… but he didn’t do anything.

He just stood there, paralyzed by the surprise with your reaction and the resulting dizziness in his head, his vision darkening as he came to the shameful conclusion.

What I did… there was nothing beautiful about it.

***

The sun was higher in the sky when he regained his consciousness and left the balcony. It must have been one hour or two, judging by its position now – long enough for the effects of the strike to diminish. His head hurt so much that he was sure he would be dead if he was human.

He left the balcony and passed by a mirror, not so far from its entry. He spotted the bruise on his forehead and flinched: it was darker, deeper than he first imagined. Not that he should be worried about having a permanent scar, of course, but it would ache for days.

The god crossed the silent room and stopped by the doors. One look to the lock and he noticed the absence of the key; the shadow of a smile came to his lips.

Clever girl. Trying to slow me down.

He raised his left hand and, working with his golden threads, he involved the doors and pushed them out of their hinges, destroying both with a thunderous sound. He walked out of the room in firm steps, the wreckage cracking under his golden sandals as he approached the stairs and walked them down.

In a minute, he has reached the first floor, where his worshipers continued to celebrate, yet this time a wave of uneasiness has spread silently among them, clearly provoked by the sound of wrecking materials upon there.

Of course, he was eager to leave and start chasing after you, but he was empathetic with the ones who were there just to love him, and made sure they were all calmed down by his words; with this, they were free to go back to their worshiping, knowing that their Lord would be back in a few moments.

He left the temple and rushed to the garden, as his feet were led by instinct to the place that first connected you, but it was with no surprise that he saw you weren’t there; you didn’t even use the garden as escape route. Still, his heart didn’t ache less with the sight of your tools on the soil, and your flowers abandoned, for they meant only one thing.

Not only you were gone, but you weren’t coming back.

***

Autumn came sooner to those lands that year.

The Temple of the Sun closed its gates long before the last week of Summer, and the worshipers returned to their homes with a strange weight in their hearts; it was clear that their god wasn’t content, but the reason was only known by himself, and perhaps as an act of mercy, he protected them from his wrath by sending them away, assuring them of their innocence and promising a warmer season of festivities for the next year.

The days quickly became short, and the winds of the new season were colder than they were in the previous years; the city’s inhabitants were caught in a surprise, and even feared what Winter has reserved for them. The streets were empty, the markets saw their clientele grow thin, the richest traveled to distant lands and the common people were hidden inside their houses. In the wild, the beasts and the small creatures were sharing the same difficulties, and just as it happened with the humans, there was no guarantee that they would make it through the longer period of cold.

Apollo, on his turn, stood in that house alone, instead of traveling back to his place and his divine fellows at the Olympus: he missed their company, but had no strength to face them after the ugliness he created; it has been a monstrosity and a shame, and this was something he must endure all by himself. And so he did it, spending his days and nights wandering among the cold walls of marble, inside which the sound of chords, voices of adoration and the wine being poured in the goblets wouldn’t be heard, and the echo of his own steps were his only partner; the fires lightened by his followers stopped making him warm even before they turned into smoke and cinders, the sweetness of their incense made him sick and the golden altars and objects of devotion turned gray to his eyes.

All because of what he did to you. Because in his eagerness to make you stay, he ended up scaring you away, and the sun that should have kept you content and safe almost burned you to death. How, he asked himself, how did he deprive love from its natural beauty, he who lived to exalt the beautiful? But silence was the only thing to reply.

***

Apollo visited your garden every morning, staying there for a while before returning to his temple and to his dark meditations. Protecting his physical form from the cold with a gray cloak, he wandered through the natural walls that were once green, but now had only brown and red to offer to his sight; the grass was now a shadow of what they were, just dried vegetation that would crack and whiter under his feet, and the flowers came undone to the touch of his fingers.

Many times he passed by the spot where he abducted you, and tears would fill his eyes as he looked at the watering can and the tools rotten on the cold soil, useless after so long time without executing their functions. One morning, he even considered touching them, but when he approached his hand no remnants of your spirit could be sensed in them, and he moved away.

Well, your presence just vanished from the garden itself, and even from the town: sometimes, he would disguise himself among the mortals and seek for your face in the corners of the streets, but he knew the search was worthless. You were long gone.

Actually, you left and hid on the other side of the land, and even your acquaintances haven’t heard about you since Autumn began. But even you couldn’t deny that the season was less merciful that year… and it didn’t take long for you to realize it had something to do with the episode at Apollo’s House. Maybe he couldn’t accept that a mortal woman defied him, and decided to punish her entire land in return; or maybe he just decided to leave sooner, and with him Summer has left. It was hard to be sure when it came to the gods.

However, as much as you weren’t willing to try and seek for his favor against your will in order to save the people of the city, innocent and defenseless against Nature, your heart has been yearning for your garden, your true house, where your happiness and strength and life purpose were. You’ve been struggling to stay in your hideout and wait until the god’s wrath was over, but you just couldn’t take it anymore.

One morning, despite the cold and the adversities, you dressed up and traveled back there. You had no idea of what you were going to find once you stepped into your beloved garden, and a thousand nightmares haunted you while you were on your way, and the times when you thought of giving up and return to the hideout weren’t few…

But all of this noise disappeared when you found yourself, in fact, standing before the garden’s gates. A breeze passed by you at that moment, coming from inside the garden, and sent a chill through your body – a chill that reached your heart.

You forced your feet to move ahead.

As you walked, farther from the entry and closer to the depths of the garden, you noticed that the sensation of loneliness that you were anticipating didn’t come. Yes, the flowers were dead, the grass was dry and the birds disappeared from the trees, but you had this strange feeling telling you that you weren’t the only living being wandering among the reddish vegetation.

A sudden instinct led your feet to the very place where your watering can and shears were left the day you were taken away by Apollo. Were they in the same place, still waiting for your return? You’d only know if you reached there.

And you did. And they were there. Covered in dirt, dead leaves and ivy.

But they weren’t alone. Someone was watching them in silence, standing among the desolation as if they were just a part of it that was waiting for you to come back as well.

And, perhaps, they were, for when they turned to you, your heart dropped.

It was him. It was him, there was no way for you to be mistaken.

The golden bright in his eyes has faded away, and so was his smile. The pink of his hair was no longer glowing, and the paleness on his skin was unsettling. He was still the god of the Sun, but the Sun just settled.

Suddenly, you were scared. What if he was there waiting to cease your existence in revenge? What if that was just a vision to deceive you, and you were now in a new trap, from which you had no chance to escape like the first one?

You tried to move your feet, but they wouldn’t obey you. Your heart ached inside you, and your eyes were getting filled with tears.

Is this how I’m going to die, then?

Apollo left his spot and walked toward you. He was still silent, but no sign of his intentions could be sensed, and you were too scared to try and guess them. Still, something wasn’t right – and when you finally had the courage to look straight to his face, you understood what it was.

From his eyes you saw tears rolling. And in his expression there was only room for incredulity and pain. It was when you knew: it wasn’t a vision; it was really him. And he couldn’t believe you were there.

Apollo stopped before you and you flinched, not knowing what to expect. You shut your eyes tight… and no touch, no extravagances nor punishment came.

You opened them again and found the proud god kneeling on the dirt soil, taking his cloak from his shoulders and leaving it beside him on the ground, his eyes glued on you all the time, as if you could disappear at the slightest distraction.

You didn’t know how long you stood like this, having only the winds to voice your anguish, but the silence became unbearable, and you opened your mouth to speak – but, as always, he was faster.

– Forgive me.

Two words only, but enough to shake your spirit and think of how strange reality could become. A god apologizing? When would you imagine such a thing?

– Forgive me, my flower – he repeated, since you stood quiet – For those things I’ve done weren’t but terrifying.

He stretched his hand to touch your clothes, but gave up on the gesture as to prove his feeling of shame.

Again, your heart ached, and your mouth dried out. You couldn’t just stand there with no reaction, no word, after traveling for so long to reunite with your beloved garden. But you didn’t know what to do or what would be right, so you just let your body decide.

You knelt on the soil too, before the astonished god, and didn’t try to stop yourself when you saw your arms throwing themselves around him, your head resting on his shoulder, and your skin shivering to the warmth of that embrace. You should be scared, you should be aware of any spell working at that very moment, you should be disgusted to see him there – but you weren’t.

– Yes, Apollo-sama – you murmured, not recognizing your own voice – They were terrifying. But I’m no longer scared.

And that was true. All your fear was leaving. And with the first signs that the Autumn was going away with it, you were strangely in peace.

[swallowtailcherry]

I know I post these questions, but I have another one

Who are the characters (From Record of Ragnarok) you want to make out with?

For me, it's these fine as men

I'd let them take me completely~💞

[platinumrosetail]

New idea I hope I'm not annoying you so can you please do a romantic Apollo, Poseidon x fem shinra reader (separately) so basically the reader is a female version of shinra she has all his ability and power's shinra is from fire force if your wondering here's a bit more information shinra can make fire come out of his feet and that allows him to fly he can also kick so hard that he sent the moon back to space Shira is also really fast he can easily break the sound barrier and that not mentioning his shinrabanshōman form he basically rewrote the laws of reality to save everyone also when shinra is nervous he tends to smile so yeah the reader is a female version of shinra and is op and not matter what she will always be on humanity side

Oh yea I remember seeing some things about him and fire force in the past, sure I think I can do this though it might turn out short seeing as I never really watched fire force yet (it’s in my watchlist but like many others I haven’t gotten around to watching it plus I have many things to watch so yea lol 😅), also you’re not annoying me don’t worry just as long as you don’t keep requesting for record of ragnarok as I don’t want to get burned out and close the ror request 😅.

Warning: noob author, female reader, ooc?, and others.

Characters: Apollo, Poseidon.

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Apollo:

You two met by you accidentally bumping into him when you were exploring Valhalla as you recently had died on earth and was considered a warrior so you ended up in Valhalla, you nervously smiled out of habit as you hoped you didn’t die again as you heard that some gods and goddesses don’t take too kindly to humans so you hope that he wasn’t one of those gods that hate humans.

He was a bit freaked out about your smile as he was expecting you to grovel and plead for your life to be spared for bumping into a god but you had only smiled and apologized. He questioned why you were smiling and you toppled him of your habit when you get nervous before you took your cue and quickly left.

He was curios about you and wanted to know more about you, he wonders multiple times if you’re to his standard of beauty or not and he hopes that you are as you’re very interesting to human surprisingly more than he thought yo’d be.

You were thankful to not have died on the spot in front by apollo killing you as you wanted to explore more of Valhalla and you couldn’t do that if you were dead.

You can’t help but think that he was very attractive but you stopped quickly after that thought entered your head as Apollo might be more powerful than you which mans if he should ever have the desire to kill you he might so just in case you begin thinking of a plan to protect yourself and any possible passerby should it ever happen that he wants to kill you.

Apparently he didn’t want to kill you you found out later after he surprised ambushed you as you were avoiding him just in case, in fact you apparently was to his approval of beauty which you were surprised to hear about. You two later go together which shocked many and made many god/goddesses and nymphs mad and jealous but you two ignored them. You two like to spare together, he was shocked to see how strong you were, but what he didn’t know was that you were holding back immensely so as to not destroy anything or anybody.

When ragnarok happened you sided with humanity which wasn’t really shocking but Apollo tried getting you on the gods side but that proved to be useless as you didn’t think it was fair how the gods were just destroying humanity even though it was their jobs as gods to guide humanity and that if Apollo loved you then he would do what was right as you will fight for humanity; you knew that you’d most likely win considering you’re half god and half human and a very powerful one at that, but Apollo didn’t so he decided to fight for humanity as well so in case you both win you two can celebrate like couples and if not and you both die you two could be together for eternity.

Poseidon:

He kept on seeing you wherever he went and naturally thought you were following him which annoyed him as he didn’t want what he calls; you in his eyes at the moment, filth following, you of course was just exploring Valhalla and wasn’t trying to follow Poseidon around but Poseidon definitely thought you were.

He decided to confront you about it, you were nervous as you heard from many that Poseidon is a very dangerous person that you shouldn’t annoy or anger and how he sees humans as filth as he would dice you with his trident, so you nervously smiled out of habit and explained that you werewn’t following him on purpose but it’s because you were exploring Valhalla as you’re new here, thankfully he didn’t notice your nervous smiling habit, at least you thought he didn’t but he was able to see your nervous smile in his peripheral vision even though he was looking at the floor away from you like he’d always do when in the presence of those he deemed filth.

Your nervous smiling habit stayed in his mind later after that no matter what he was doing or whatever it was he was thinking, even if it didn’t involved you he still thought about your nervous smile that he couldn’t get out of his head no matter how much hew tried to get you out.

He later started searching for you as he wanted to see if this wasn’t part of your power as he can feel himself getting comfortable thinking about you even though he doesn’t want to, at least that’s what he keeps telling himself, his brothers on the other hands sees it differently, it’s mostly Zeus who tease Poseidon about it which he almost gets screwed each time by Poseidon if it weren’t for their older brother; hades, who stopped them before one of them gets killed by the other.

You were defiantly in for a shock when you found yourself in front of Poseidon again once more, at first you thought you are now going to be dead for accidentally unintentionally following him again but he surprised you by asking you what ‘spell’ did you cast on him to think about you so much no matter how many times he tried to get you out of his heads.

He left soon after you told him that you didn’t put a ‘spell’ on him or anything of the sorts, you knew you were powerful but you didn’t know that you could make such a stoic and cold man like him think about you all the time. You found him attractive but knew that he very well might kill you when your paths cross again. You were shocked to find out that he did not kill you the next time you two cross p[aths in fact he wanted to get to know you. Soon after you two became a couple after getting to know each other and after some courting which flabbergasted every one sept for those that knew well enough.

When ragnarok started you knew he would side with the gods so you left a note explaining that your would be siding with the humans as you thought it was unfair how the gods treated the humans even though the gods were mostly at fault for not doing their jobs to guide the humans to a right path and you would happily die trying if it meant getting your point across and set the gods on doing their jobs finally, he wasn’t happy at the thought of your death and he knew you were right so as a god he decided to join the humans side which very much shocked the other gods as usually he would think of humans as filth but it seemed that your got through to him and so now he sides with the humans survival.

(A/n: hope y’all like it!!! I tried my best to keep the two in character so I’m sorry if it turns out that they were more ooc than I thought they would be 😅 same with the reader seeing as how she’s based off of shinra from fire force, also the requester said that the reader was half god and half human; demigod, and a very large powerful at that so I tried incorporating that into it the best I can so I hope I did ok on it, and sorry if I didn’t 😅, like I said before just make sure to not overdue it on requesting for record of ragnarok as I don’t want to have to close it like I did with the others because I was burned out of it alright? Thank you. Anyway I believe that’s it and hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[cakeandpudding1]

Yandere!apollo

Vitamin D | the sun needs to shine on something.

• Honestly, you were a nobody to him. Just another admirer who worshipped the ground he walked on.

• And not to mention. You were born without any special titles too. What makes you think he'd waste his time on you?

• He never payed you any mind. But for some odd reason, he was just so grossed out by you. You didn't look as pretty as those he was used to seeing.

• it could be for little things like maybe some pimples, or blackheads on your face. If you had hairy legs or just hairy in general, he'd take note of that. If you had weird teeth, he'd see that too. If you had bad breath or maybe your body was odd, he'd list these as things that gave him the ick. (💀)

• All those little things slowly piled up to him, making him aware that you just weren't who he liked approaching, and you learned that the hard way.

• maybe your personality was weird?

• He'd just glance at you when you happily talked to him, and he'd ignore you, the moment you finish speaking he'd immediately go back to talking to the other nymphs who he thinks deserve his time more.

• judging from how whenever you tried approaching him or complementing him, he'd always have a resting b*tch face(no offence), staring then darting his eyes somewhere else to avoid looking at you. Responding with a "yeah...is that all...?"

• It broke your heart to see the difference between the way he treated you, and others, which led you to accept it and stayed as the odd one out.

• throughout your time with him, you'd always notice how differently you were treated. Whenever he had something to offer the ladies, like trinkets or jewelry—you'd often be left with nothing, given the excuse that there wasn't enough for everybody. Odd, seeing everyone else had received something from him.

• You decided to let go, And finally stopped approaching him. Rather, you started treating him like a normal person.

Stage 1

• He did eventually start noticing this, he's not that blind. he'd notice the admirers would be lacking someone. Though the man had a big ego, he still subconsciously memorizes his admirers without realizing it.

• And as I've said, he payed no mind. He still has other people waiting desperately for him. You weren't anything special.

• or so he thought.

• But slowly enough, the thoughts of you would randomly pop up in his head out of the blue whenever he's speaking with the others around him, and he just couldn't understand why. It ticked him off a bit.

• At first, he'd just shake his head to get rid of those weird 'ideas', But now..whenever there's a big crowd of admirers swarming him and drooling over him, the god couldn't help but scan the crowd, to see if you were there.

• these little acts and thoughts were harmless at first, but they started getting escalating to a higher level.

• Whenever he spotted you, his eyes would always remain where they were. If you noticed him, you'd smile and wave, and it would strike an arrow to his heart.

• What feeling was this?

• He really really started looking forward to seeing you, the littlest interactions he'd have with you would repeat in his head over and over again for the rest of the day.

• It didn't take long before the feeling dawned upon him, it was so familiar, how could he not have realized this earlier? it was love that he felt!

....an off putting type of love.

• After coming to that realization, his thoughts would start taking over him and his body, controlling every thought in process.

Stage 2

Lil bit nsfw

• He'd sometimes be stuck thinking about sexual stuff related to you. What if he just charmed you and dragged you back to his place...where he could pound every one of your holes for all it's worth?

• Never fails to have blood rush down in his cock just from thinking about you, And it had him desperate.

- yk kinda like those preteen girls ready to make smut when they read fanfics of Harry styles?

• He'd often pick out nymphs who had small resemblances to you, for him to sleep with.

• A nymph with your hair? On the bed. Your eyes? Count him in. Your skin color? Up in the sheets. His body longed for yours, how could you do this to him? It's all your fault.

• All of the women or men he met were not even close to being as good as you. To him at least.

• That's why whenever he sleeps with anyone, he'd just imagine it was you that he layed with.

• You can absolutely bet that this man would have his eyes roaming all over you, no shame even if he got caught. That's probably the reason you feel shivers whenever you do something while he's nearby.

• He'll slowly walk back into your life, and force himself inside your head. And maybe somewhere else too..🫤

• He will, and I mean absolutely WILL take you back for himself. There won't be anyone to stop him since most of the gods there would rather mind their own business than get involved.

Stage 3

• He deffo flirts with you at any given moment. It takes quite a while for a god who's probably the embodiment of confidence to back down so easily. Not that he's even planning to back down.

• He takes every chance to touch you, or get in your personal space. It could be by breathing down your neck 'jokingly', or resting his chin on your shoulder, touching leg to leg with you, anything.

• just know his cock is always left throbbing after that.

"My pretty darling.."

• He gets incredibly pissed when someone gives you something, or even interacts with you. The littlest reasons, he find a way to twist it and victimizes himself, making you that bad guy.

"who do you have there, darling?"

• He fantasizes a lot of just breeding you and fucking you dumb. Pumping cum inside you and starting a small little family with you.

• He wanted to make those thoughts a reality, don't worry, he'll start as soon as possible.

• Which is why he'd start spending more time with you, and getting to know you a bit better.

• If you ever have any close friends, don't go on wondering why they've disappeared all of a sudden, just leave things to him. You don't need your friends anyway...you only need him.

• He really wants you back in the crowd, so that his eyes have something nice to look at whenever he's getting bored.

"Darling, why didn't you come see me with the other ladies? I was really looking forward to seeing you there."

• If you are somewhere near him and there's still admirers surrounding him, he'd wink at you or blow a kiss? (Things charmers do idk) It embarrassing to admit, but it never fails to leave you a little flustered.

• He likes to drag you with him to baths, saying that it was just a 'friendly' hangout since he didn't get to see you often. Plus, who even are you to deny a god?

• This man has absolutely no shame in just getting up from the water, letting you see that thing in between his legs.

• He he found it cute when you'd cover your eyes in respect. One day, he'll get to show you without you having to cover your eyes..he just has to wait.

• He will absolutely buddy-buddy with you, or that's what you'd rather call it. In the bath, he always has his arm around you, I seriously mean always. He'd be talking about his day while resting his head on yours, sometimes, he likes to get incredibly touchy.

• He really loves letting you feel his body, as said before, man has no shame. Your hands would be forced into touching his bare chest, or his hands would be caressing you in some way.

Stage 4

• Once he finally earns your trust, he'll have you as his. Forever...and he doesn't plan on letting you go.

• He brings you with him EVERYWHERE, as if you were his pet, and gets irritated when you refuse.

• he has upset you multiple times, but he does know how to make up for it. He knows how to use his charm, and also knows exactly what words to say.

"Come on sweetheart, look at me...don't you see how much I love you?"

Stage 5

• He's very possessive and expects you to put him first as number one priority. No family, friends, cherished belongings, nothing! Nothing will come before him.

• If you do have friends and family, he will immediately go and introduce himself as your lover.

• Since he knows how to capture the hearts of many, your friends or family will absolutely adore him.

• He knows how to manipulate them into becoming potential allies. By making sure they hear him speak about how much he loved you and everything he's done for you.

• Of course all of that is true, but why not spread the word?

• He will slowly isolate you from other people, not a glance, or conversation with you unless he allows it.

• He really likes to fuck you, any moment of the day he'd get really touchy and clingy, which tells that he wants to do it as soon as possible.

• You have ran away once and went into hiding, and it sent him into a frenzy, but sadly for you. Someone had snitched and told him. You really believe you could hide from a being that was literally above you? How innocent.

• You stayed hidden for a few days, already thinking about your futire plans, where to go, and more...before someone knocked on your door.

• it was apollo.

• He really showed you punishment after that. He'll carve it into your brain if it meant making you remember that nothing will get in the way.

"don't go off making me worry like that, darling. I won't let it slide next time..okay?"

• Gifts and all, he will give them all to you.

•If you ever returned his love, he'd be love-struck! He's all yours to try new romantic things with.

• he won't exactly force himself on you, but more of whisper his honey coated words of affection. Slowly persuading you into doing the deed with him, being as gentle as possible.

• He is incredibly passionate and sweet whenever it comes to you, as long as you don't test his patience.

• So it'll be fine, he's a good lover if you just agree to what he wants.

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I KNOW ITS NOT THE BEST OK 🙃

But like I really needed to get this off my system cus I've has this stuck in my drsfts after writing this at around 3 am☠️☠️ I was gonna go for a yandere apollo/hades/poseidon cheater, but I think I'll do that later.

(writing this cus of my wild Michael kaiser phase coming back, so I'm taking it out on apollo cus they look alike)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!!

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[kanroji-san]

Kny!Y/n/Readers AU

Pov: "Most of the demigods have their godly parent's looks but something went wrong in Apollo's family."

Shinobu!Y/n: *Looking at their sons*

Jinshi&Vil,Reo: *Have the same looks as them... Same purple hair and purple eyes... The only thing they got from Apollo is personality* Mama/Papa?

Shinobu!Y/n: *Smirking while looking at them proudly* I may not be dominant in bed but my genes always win with the babies~

Apollo: *Facepalms and sighs*...Must you ruin the moment?

[colourstreakgryffin]

Can I have Heracles Apollo and Buddha x human reader who loves cute things use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with them all the time too and that convince them to fight for the humanity side and say then ragnarok is over they ask if they can get marry and have they own little family with a cute precious smile of theys headcanons please

Aww, that’s hella cute! Boys who’d actually liked humans— besides Apollo. Especially Heracles, Heracles be the best lover amongst these three! I like Buddha but goddamn. I’d marry Heracles, ideal husband! Meg, I’ll take your place if you don’t want him. But anyway, thanks! Here it is! I tried really hard, Hope it’s okay

Heracles

Heracles finds all humans adorable and desirable, no matter the gender or lifestyle. Delicate, pretty, small. He is like four times your size but that doesn’t stop him from being fascinated by you. You’re triple adorable since you like cute pastel toys and soft pastel colours and frilly clothing and all the more

Heracles has never met a human like you before, very unique, but he’d happily give you back your big black bunny plushie when it ended up being lobbed into his training dojo, so he finds you upon passing through the Valhalla halls a bit aimlessly. It’s covered in stickers and little clips and the way you happily coddle it, his heart leaped

Heracles is your doting gentle giant, a mighty bear but he’ll never hurt you, he’s incredibly cuddly, instead. He deeply loves you, he’ll take care of, protect your honour, fight for yours and humanity’s justice and rights and he’ll make sure the Godly world knows you are to get respect at his request

Hope you don’t mind a very passionate yet stubborn lover like Heracles, he is very emotionally-in tune and very sweet, despite his stubbornness. He’ll embrace you through your cheesy emotional movies and all the more

Heracles is the affectionate loving partner, he is delicate and fragile with you. He loves carrying you around, letting you see the wonder of Valhalla and of Earth. He always encourages your cute little hobbies and likes, he’ll even let you dress his long majestic hair in clips of hearts and stars if it means you’re happy. To him, those touches are a sign of the love he shares with you

Please, you don’t need to ask Heracles to fight for Humanity at all. He already is, long before you came into his life and lightened it up with your cuteness so don’t waste your breath. Not on the humanity side, he must fight for the Gods but he is with you. He would never abandon you nor justice. Just trust him and his abilities, even if it’s scary. He’ll come back to you

Heracles is shocked when you proclaim to him, almost a few hours before his match. That all these months you’ve been with him has been wonderful and after the tournament, you want to start a family with him— he is honoured, he is scared of families after what happened to his first ones but

Damn. Even the all-mighty God of Fortitude cannot coldly reject that adorable beautiful soft smile and soft beautiful adorable heart of yours. It’s being considered as the days pass by

Apollo

Apollo is quite easily persuaded by pure looks, even if he has a preference for Godly deities. He can excuse this little cute plush pastel human being human, for now, since he is interested in your attitude, how you’re mainly just adorable and how you do actually meld to his views on beauty. But, of course, he is mainly interested in your beauty

Apollo actually purposefully takes your favourite big brown bunny plush and throws it into his palace’s big fountain to make it seem like it just got lost here. All, so you’ll go looking around for it then come to him. He refuses to chase a lover, he needs his lover to chase him, it’s scummy but he’ll change his ways… soon

Apollo does eventually get what he wants and the entire time he looks at you, everyday, all day. He just thinks about how cute your silly almost childish little interests and style is. You look like a child with all the pastel colours and ruffles… and he thrives off that preciousness. More, keep it up. He’ll enable you and he doesn’t regret it

Apollo is a complicated type of lover. He does not treat you bad, no. You’re just… uh… kinda there, an accessory to his narcissism but you’re a beautiful accessory. A pampered spoiled pretty little face he likes to have around to flaunter about as his property. This is not toxic… it’s just, a bit weird, a little unhealthy at worst. He does care about you so don’t think for a second he doesn’t

Apollo is loving in rather odd ways, he’s protective and possessive like Buddha. Not as bad because he believes he has marked you already but it’s how he shows he loves you. Like him being pushy and having you do minor things like bath with him or do hair together, to him. It’s building trust and it’s making sure you truly do like him as he likes you. It’s improving and he is pleased

Not fight for the Gods you say? Apollo has no interest in saving humans, especially after what they did to his beloved Artemis. You’re lucky he even likes you so he thinks you’re pushing boundaries and at first, he rejects the request. It’s only when he’s in the ring for his round and looks at how heartbroken you are from the stands on the Humanity section. He decides, in those few seconds, he is in the Gods’ ring but when he wins, he’ll fight for humanity’s salvation

Yes, Apollo is not monogamous. He’s a big player, always hitting and quitting but he’s trying hard to stay loyal and he’s succeeding! Zeus’s sake, praise and encourage him. He needs it

Apollo, for once, is jaw dropped by you opening up about a thought you’ve been having. Children, with him after this whole event?! A God! Such a thing doesn’t exist! He almost choked on the wine he already spat out at Mach five speed. At the end, he doesn’t outright reject the idea of a family once humanity is saved but… he doesn’t know if he’s ready so now, it’s on pause

He will have to think a lot quicker with the way you’re looking at him. You and your soft pretty glossy smile is relying on him! He must be a man and provide

Buddha

Buddha is the hardest of these three to catch the attention of since he only really does himself but trust me, he will give you back you big white bunny plush… when he wants to, so. It took like two days but once he comes around. He’s genuinely floored by how pastel and little you are. Not a type of human he’s use to

Buddha does end up peacing out right after… as he always does but he eventually cannot stop thinking and wondering about you, even when still following his own road. So, he ends up stomping right up to you almost like a week later, and dragging you with him by force

As the God of Enlightenment soaks in the sun, almost napping, leant against the tree you’re cuddling all your cute little nicknacks with your giant oversized starry hoodie… Buddha can’t help but take a peek and find you precious. Nothing more, nothing less. Just precious

Buddha is the very chill laidback best friend-type of lover. He is a man who listens mainly to himself so he almost doesn’t get coddly and touchy and doting but do not forget, he is possessive. Worse than Apollo, he will not let anybody touch you so he has your hand in his 24/7. Touching means attempting to steal what’s his. He is more chatty, more trusting and him being so casual shows that his love for you is strong

Buddha doesn’t let you, his partner, tell him what to do so don’t really bother trying to convince him… he won’t confide. He only listens to himself and he only follows himself but don’t worry, he does listen to your concerns. He, due to some miracle, changes his mind and suddenly decides to fight for humanity… that’s him showing that he cares for you. He listens, just in his own way that seems kinda dismissive

Please give Buddha a break. He absolutely loves and cares for you, even more than he did for Yashodhara. He just shows it much more different than usual men do and whilst he is a bit of a prick, he never truly pushes past your desires

Buddha is significantly more blunt than his fellow Gods, he will listen to you as you speak on your new dream post this tournament; a family… that goes against his own lifestyle as the Enlightened One. He requires zero attachments— then again, he already has you, an earthly attachment. He is a Monk who rejected sexual contact and producing offspring, he already rejected his first family and he expresses all this to you; no punches pulled

Well. He— could potentially make an one-time exception about no sex and no children for you, your fragile little heart and your rosy plush little smile. He wants to protect that smile

[swallowtail-lotus]

The day he gets animated I will not be the same! AND HE HAS TO SOUND HOT!!