#RoR apollo x reader

[bones4thecats]

Them Crushing on their Opponent's S/O

Characters: Beelzebub, Apollo, Thor, and Poseidon Inspired By: Idk... random thought I guess? A/N: Apologies for not posting anything in a while, I have been trying to get everything set up for the next few days (I have a dog-sitting job lined up here soon and school starting has been making it a little more stressful) but I do hope this was worth the wait for you guys! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Swearing, mentions of fighting, world-wide destruction, mass death (implied), and implied wish to kill another, attempting homewrecker Apollo + implied yandere behavior on each (not bad on Beel and Thor's, worse on Apollo, and horrible on Poseidon's) ⚠️

Disclaimer: The Reader is quoted on being a female

Reader's Outfits ; Beelzebub - Apollo - Thor - Poseidon

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╚═════ Beelzebub ═════════════════════════════╝

🪰 Beelzebub was not excited for his fight. He just wanted to get this over with as fast as possible so he could get back to doing his own things

🪰 He watched as Nikola stepped out and into the ring, and he noticed how the human looked back at the other inventors. But he was looking at someone specific, at a human that stood alongside the Valkyrie sisters above

🪰 You smiled gently and waved at your husband, your short-sleeved dress moving alongside your shoulders while the rest of your dress accented your frame in amazing ways, much to the amazement of some deities and humans, and in most to the amazement of the two fighters below

"Kick his ass, Nik'!" You yelled.

🪰 Nikola chuckled as you cheered, the youngest sister jumping alongside you. You were such a flamboyant woman back during your lives, and it was hard getting used to life without you when you passed, and it was amazing when you both joined hands again

🪰 Beelzebub saw how much you adored your husband and just scoffed, trying to push the odd feeling of butterflies in his stomach away with the flush on his face

🪰 When this fight ended with a God's victory, the Lord of the Flies needed to find a way to speak to you...

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╚═════ Apollo ════════════════════════════════╝

☀️ Leonidas was ready for his fight, after all, he was going against the man he blamed for the deaths of not only his and his men's lives, but the death of his wife via the domino affect

☀️ You were so saddened when he passed that after your son, Pleistarchus, finally aged up and began his rule, you decided to finally end your life, much to your people's despair

☀️ As your husband looked back at you, you smiled and hugged him, wishing him luck. You the heard an eruption of applause, making you look up while Leonidas scowled silently

☀️ Standing before you both was a youthful-looking god, specifically Apollo, the Greek God of the Sun and Music. Much like the others close to Leonidas, you knew how much he despised this guy and how much he blamed him for the deaths of his men, himself, and in result you

☀️ The God of the Sun looked around and winked at his nymphs in the audience, which caused you to roll your eyes and kiss your husband's arm before leaving him to enter his fight

☀️ It was when you finally made it up to where Brunhilde and Göll were that the fight was about to begin. You could see that the two males were speaking, or rather Apollo was speaking to the King of Sparta standing before him

"You know I always wondered what my opponent looked like, wondered if you truly were just a brute, but..." He looked in your direction, causing you to flinch slightly.

☀️ Apollo smirked as your long blue sleeved moved and how your traditional Greek dress hugged you. It accentuated your chest perfectly and allowed your perfect skin to shimmer in the light that Apollo controlled. Not that man you called yours

"I must admit, you found the most gorgeous ray of life I have ever seen. And I'm a well-sought-after god."

"Shut your fucking trap and fight me like the powerful man you claim to be." Leonidas said, readying his weapon.

"Simmer down there, Leonidas! I meant nothing offensive towards your beautiful wife up there." He said as he winked at you, much to everyone's annoyances. "I just merely wanted to commend you on your taste. Maybe after my victory I can take that flower out for a walk? Yes, that sound delightful."

"Kick that motherfucker in the balls for me, honey!" You screamed.

"Planning on it."

"Well then, I guess we can begin our fight. Now... let's dance, your majesty."

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╚═════ Thor ═════════════════════════════════╝

🌩️ Lu Bu was against leaving you alone in this afterlife. He died in front of you long ago and he didn't plan on doing it again. And if you had any say in what Brunhilde decided for this fight, you would've made he pick another warlord

🌩️ But, fate was cruel and it always landed you both in extremely tight spaces. It cursed you with the arranged marriage to a man you despised while Lu Bu's gave him the strength nobody else could match, leaving him alone for many years

🌩️ Thankfully, your fiance was stupid enough to get himself crossing paths with the rough-man, landing him six-feet-under. It was only after that day that you finally found the man you loved, to which you married and, while not having any biological children, you treated all of your shared subordinates with the love of a mother

🌩️ As the fight began, you shivered. Raising your hands, you gripped your upper sleeves, causing Chen Gong to look at you and wrap an arm around your shoulder, attempting to comfort you while your husband readied himself against the notorious God of Thunder

"Human. Why do you intend to beat me?" Thor asked.

"My wife and soldiers have faith in me, though I don't expect an arrogant monster such as a god to understand that. So why bother?"

🌩️ Thor cocked an eyebrow slightly as he looked over at the many soldiers that Lu Bu led, he gazed over them all before settling on you. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes upon in eons

🌩️ You looked at Lu Bu with worry and determination in your eyes. It almost made Thor... jealous. But why would he, an all-powerful being such as himself, be jealous of some mortal's luck with picking a spouse?

🌩️ Eventually you felt Thor's gaze on you, making you stare into his yellow-colored irises. He blinked as you shifted slightly in your hanfu, which only made Chen wrap his arm tighter around you, determined to keep you at-bay

🌩️ Thor looked back at your husband before sighing and starting the walk that would mark the start of Ragnarok. He glanced back at you, only to see you focused, watching Lu Bu with both love and hope despite your furrowed eyebrows

🌩️ And while they began their fight, there was one thing plaguing Thor's thoughts; why did he wish for you to look at him in that way?

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╚═════ Poseidon ══════════════════════════════╝

🔱 As a god of few words and one that showed far to much pride for even his own brothers to handle, Poseidon was the opposite of your husband. And you hated that

🔱 Your husband was none other than Sasaki Kojiro, History's Greatest Loser. And as you were close to a couple immortals such as Buddha and Brunhilde, you knew just how dangerous the God of the Seas could be. And it made you concerned for your husband's outcome in this battle

🔱 Sasaki looked back at you as he raised his now-broken sword, and he could tell by the subtle look that you were beyond pissed. And that was the thing he loved most about you, your fieriness

"Why you arrogant bastard! How much of a fucking asshole do you have to be to not even blink an eye at killing such a magnificent man?! Why if I was down there, I'd smack the ever-loving shit out of you!"

🔱 Poseidon was internally shook at hearing a mortal woman yell at him. Every time any human tried voicing their opinions to him, his mere glace would shut them up. But not this human. This one was different

🔱 Looking up slightly, he saw you standing with the other supporters of your husband. One of the males, Musashi Miyamoto, was holding one of your arms to keep you from jumping down and attacking the god with your bare hands while his son, Iori, was watching in shock at how strong you were

🔱 The one thing that Poseidon noticed other than your attitude was how you moved. You moved so delicately and swiftly despite your fury, and it was, dare he think, alluring. It was almost like you were an embodiment of the silkiness of a piece of the softest fabric ever

🔱 You raised your fist and slammed it on the nearby seat, causing Iori to jump and your elderly-appearing husband to chuckle. Poseidon merely watched stoically as you screamed once again

"You win this match and show Humanity just how amazing your old-ass is, Kojiro!"

"Alright, sweetheart. I understand what I must do." He replied, a chill-smile on his face while yours portrayed pure hatred towards his opponent.

🔱 The God of the Seas then saw you lower your fist back down as Musashi had his son wrap it up, as it was bleeding from the impact of cement and your fragile-hand. He saw your hanfu, it looked very blue, like the seas he ruled over for centuries

🔱 After this fight was over with his winning and a step closer to the destruction of those pesky worms down on Earth, Poseidon was going to need to pay you a visit. Maybe said visit will lead to something else? But, for now, getting rid of this hunk of waste was the first step to said future

[kanroji-san]

*puts down box full of cats and kittens down near the slayers*

:)

Shinobu!Y/n: *hiding behind Apollo*

Apollo: Come on, dear. It's just a small cat...*in his mind: "Yes! Thank you so much!"*

Shinobu!Y/n: GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!!!!

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The cat: *laying down on Beelzebub's lap and sleeping*

Beel: *without noticing this, he begins to stroke the cat's head while reading a book*

Mitsuri!Y/n: *dying of cuteness*

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Sanemi!Y/n: Dogs are better.

QSH: Come on, dear. The cats are cute too. Look! *picked one up and leaned him to their face* Aren't they adorable?

The cat: *licked their nose*

Sanemi!Y/n: ... *picked the cat* they are. But my opinion wouldn't change.

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Kyojuro!Y/n: Hades, aren't they adorable?!

Hades: *chuckles* ofc, they are, my Love. But we better take shower after this.

Kyojuro!Y/n: What? Why?

Hades: We don't want to Cerberus to get jealous, are we?

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The cat: *laying down on Obanai!Y/n's lap while he is being stroked by Buddha*

Kaburamaru: *wrapped around Buddha's neck and hissed jealously*

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The cat: *glaring at Poseidon*

Poseidon: *glaring back*

Giyuu!Y/n: *unaware of the tension between them, stroking the cat with a happy smile*

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#150 Thank u next

Aphrodite: Who would you swipe right for? Apollo or Poseidon?~

Atheist!Y/n: I would delete the app.

Apollo & Poseidon:...

Aphrodite*Internally*..."Dont laught,Dont Laugh-"

[xjulixred45x]

Hi! I’d like to request if Poseidon, Thor, and Apollo (separately) had a human lover who died and was revived to participate in Ragnarok on the human side. Maybe for some added angst they (directly or indirectly) caused the death of their partner

OOOHHHH THIS IS SOME JUICY DRAMA! specially with Apollo and his bad luck with Love in the myths, you have awaked something inside me....

Poseidón/Thor/Apollo x revived! Reader who fights againts them in Ragnarok

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: some heavy Angst Right here, and most likely no comfort. It's one of the first times i write this kind of stuff so it may suck. Mentions of death and violence.

Poseidon

• Poseidon was many things, among them a very proud god, for that reason, he never let anyone get too close to him, let them know too much about him, a god should not depend on anyone, after all.

• However, that same philosophy exploded in his face when he began to frequent a certain place. Or, rather, a certain person.

• Even though it sounded ridiculous, the tyrant of the seas once became fond of a mortal, as shameful as it was. For that reason he never allowed his existence to be known to the other gods or humans, he did not want to carry that stain on his name, not even for all the love he had for his lover.

• Maybe they could find a way to turn them into gods, but until then, it was better, for him, to keep it all a secret. After all, the idea of spending eternity with them did not sound bad at all, it was a future he hoped for.

• Sadly, that future was shattered with the fall of the old regimes in the Greek cities. The gods could no longer intervene in those times unless they had certain… priorities.

• Poseidon believed that reader was going to be fine, they was a mortal, but a resilient, stubborn mortal couldn't be easy to kill… or could they?

• It was a pretty vivid image in Poseidon's head, when he found the lifeless body of his lover. A few meters away from a temple that humans had made in his honor.

• They had come to seek his protection… and they died…

• (The least Poseidon could do was ensure that reader had a proper burial next to his temple. A strange way to always keep them close…)

• Everyone could notice a certain bitterness in Poseidon after this dark era. But no one was brave enough to find out why the already closed god's attitude changed. Not even his brothers.

• Even after his death, his pride was greater than his love.

• Almost two millennia passed since those events, and what many gods did not expect happened. Ragnarok. Even with Poseidon's disinterest in the event, he was one of the chosen ones to fight, so he went.

• He only hoped that all of this would end quickly, however, when Heimdal was introducing his opponent, he could feel something... familiar.

• And then, Heimdal said their name, as they landed on the battlefield. reader...

• Poseidon reacts externally, for the first time, having his eyes fixed on his opponent, with an expression between perplexed and... with something unknown, as if he wanted to reach out his hand to reader and know that they were really there.

• However, the fight began. Although reader did not have as much strength as the god of the sea, they did not hesitate to attack him for the good of humanity. Although he did not miss the pain on their face every time he looked at him. How painful…

• When the god of the seas falls dead, he gives the reader a sympathetic look for the first time, as if he saw this as the right thing to do, maybe it was, but it was good to see them well again…

Thor

• Thor is also a proud god, but to a lesser extent. He doesn't really think much (if at all) about humans, but that doesn't mean he was incapable of falling for the charms of a mortal from his pantheon.

• That was the case with Reader, a mortal who liked to hang around the same places Thor used to fight, looking for materials to be able to do magic of some kind (things Thor didn't understand, but Reader got so excited talking about it that he would just let them rant and talk for hours).

• What started as unwanted company when he wanted to clear his mind, quickly became a routine for the god of thunder. Always hoping to be greeted by Reader's constant talk, their new discoveries regarding some magical plant, etc.

• Curiosity turned to appreciation, appreciation turned to affection, and affection turned to love. Thor didn't hide the fact that he loved Reader, he used that fact as a threat, after all, no one would want to anger the God of Thunder by messing with the mortal who had earned his affection.

• Thor thought that in this way he was protecting his partner, however, this would have serious consequences when the attack of the giants in Asgard occurred.

• He saw this event as another attack, another waste of time, so he left his lover behind to take care of the problem (even though he knew it would be boring), saying goodbye while Reader happily greeted him.

• Not knowing that it would be the last time he would see them alive.

• Thor remembers how the events of that afternoon were, the day his reputation was formed, it was also one of the worst days of his life.

• The first thing the God of Thunder noticed when he arrived at Reader's territory, were the giant footprints in the territory, realizing what had happened, he quickly went to see his partner's house, but it was too late.

• One of the giants had strayed, and gone to attack Reader's house in his absence. Everything was in pieces, destroyed, including the body of the god's lover.

• He spent several hours clinging to the cold and shattered body of his partner, unable to accept the reality of what had happened until his father arrived to take him to Asgard.

• And now... here, in Ragnarok. Thor remained still for a second, while the face he tried to forget stared at him. The face he couldn't remember without seeing it disfigured and shattered, was before him, as His opponent.

• No matter how weak reader was in comparison, they were able to give Thor a fight thanks to their Volundr and, more importantly, the god of thunder seemed unable (or willing) to throw deadly blows. Not at them.

• Thor wanted them to tire themselves out and eventually give up, not to do this to him, they couldn't do this to him, please…

• It doesn't matter if Thor dies at the hands of his former partner, or if his partner dies again at (what he feels was) his hand, there will always be that thought in Thor's head, deep in his subconscious. That will haunt him until the end.

• “It's my fault”

Apollo

• Ah~Apollo has had many lovers in his life, some have been more like admirers who were able to climb the hierarchy of his temple, others who were friends with certain “favors” in between. But none of them were like reader.

• Like everything the sun god liked, reader was a mortal of great beauty, which was already enough to gain the god's interest. However, what kept him was their personality, their quick mind, and to a lesser extent, their dry humor.

• they was someone Apollo enjoyed having around more than a god should with a mortal, but Apollo was willing to turn a blind eye, after all, wasn't this funny and beautiful human absolutely adorable? What kind of god would he be if he didn't keep them for himself, forever?

• That was the plan, at least. However, Apollo's ego, as well as attracting the attention of fanatics, also brought problems.

• Apollo was well aware that other divine entities were interested in his favorite mortal lover, and it wasn't something he liked in the slightest. It was something he let everyone know.

• Whether it was with mocking comments about how Reader preferred him over other lesser deities, displays of his ego, among other things that made a certain wind god angry...

• Apollo didn't remember anything about the day Reader died in his arms, but he did remember how everything felt the next day. The blood in the playground, where Reader's head was opened by a disk, their large room, normally full of noise, was now completely silent, and their bed, which in the mornings was always warm, was now cold.

• Everything felt... empty, without Reader to give it meaning.

• Obviously Apollo wasn't going to show how this affected him with so many eyes on him all the time. If anything, he just let himself go and abused his normal vices even more, even during a time as difficult as Ragnarok.

• He probably would have stayed stuck in that cycle of misery, if he hadn't been told who his opponent was going to be. Oh~ sweet, cruel irony.

• A part of Apollo just wanted to run over and hug Reader and squeeze Reader's face the moment he set foot in the arena, look at them, thinking themself tough enough to face him, wasn't that just cute?

• Even when Reader looked at him with a hurt and serious expression, Apollo just enjoyed being able to see them again, FEEL him again, as if it were a friendly fight between two estranged lovers (which he was going to win, of course) so that Apollo could get them back.

• How? Simple, by eliminating them from Ragnarok without killing them, he would simply have to make them give up, right?

• … right?

• No matter how much Apollo launched attack after attack, arrow after arrow, blow after blow, Reader still didn't give up. At first he tried to laugh, but now… he was getting worried.

• They didn't understand? He does this to save them! Just give up!

• Give up!

• GIVE UP!

• However, Reader got back up, the fight continued, and Reader looked more and more tired, more and more fragile… that look of exhaustion and pain… was very similar to when he died… but it was full of determination to kill him.

• Gods…

• What has he done?

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Funfact: Hyacyntus was an SPARTAN Prince, do You guys knew that? :D

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💛🧡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 confidant being. And rejected won’t a final answer. After all. In Apollo’s myths he never took no for an answer either…

🌻Thank you for reading! 🌻

[catbread0]

Could you do male reader x Apollo? You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it though ^^

Apollo x Male! Reader

I liked doing this lovely request. Forgive me if it sounds OOC. It's because I haven't read any manga after season 2 due to there being no hard copies in English in my state. I'm only going off of what my friend has told about his personality traits, without spoilers. Hope you enjoy reading, and I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes!!

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Words: 580

(!!PLEASE NO SPOILERS!!)

Fluff, hit of angst, mention of lost, probably OOC

Record of Ragnarok Masterlist

Being Apollos Boyfriend

You were walking around Valhalla when you came across a hot spring. You decided it would be nice to relax and sit in the hot spring.

It was quiet until you heard footsteps approach from behind. It was expected since it was a public hot spring. You continued to relax until the person sat next to you.

It was awkward since the hot spring was massive, and yet the stranger sat beside you, so you ignored his presence.

“You're quite handsome, a sight for sore eyes”, The man broke the awkward silence.

You quickly turn your head, curious about who exactly was this man. That's when you realized it was Lord Apollo, the Greek God of the Sun.

That was your first interaction, and later on, with time, you both entered into a relationship.

Headcanons:

- Apollo would love to show off to you. Whether it would be by strength, prizes, poetry, or playing his lyre for you.

“Kardia mou I made this poem dedicated towards you. Or would you prefer to listen to another symphony I made?”

- Just as much Apollo loves to show off, he also loves showing you off. If there were any matches in a tournament, Apollo would ask the announcer to mention you. If the announcer didn’t or did do as he asked, he would still shout and point at you if you were within the audience.

“I, Apollo, am dedicating this fight to my lover, who I am thankful for being with. He is that handsome man right there!”

- If Apollo was in a meeting or talking to another God, he would mention you somewhere in the conversation. Apollo would talk about you to any poor God who would listen.

“Y/n is so handsome, their (s/c) skin is so perfect, their eyes are so mesmerizing that anyone could get lost in them-”

- Whenever you and Apollo would have a date, there would always be someone who would try to insert themselves. It’s no shocker since Apollo is handsome and attractive, and before he met you, he always had mortals, nymphs, and goddesses fawning over him.

“Which food would you like? I heard-” A random nymph pulled her chair to your table “Lord Apollo! It’s such an honor to see you again!”

- You would sometimes feel insecure since Apollo has been known to have multiple lovers, and almost all of them have been females. Apollo would assure you that he loves you. He would push away anyone who would try to get between you two.

“Oh, kardia mou don’t let your mind think that, as much as I love the attention of others, yours will always be what I yearn for the most.”

- I feel like under all that egotistical and confidence, Apollo would have nightmares of losing you as well and would always have a hand on you when sleeping to reassure himself that he still has you.

You woke up to get water, and the moment you tried to leave the bed, "My light, where are you going?"

- Sometimes Apollo even sees his former lover in you, Hyacinthus. He knows it is wrong and unhealthy. But he couldn’t help but sometimes let his name spell out. Of course, he would apologize and correct himself, but deep down, he probably can't let go of him. That's why he sometimes puts hyacinth flowers in his hair.

“Good morning, you look handsome as always, Hyacinthus- Y/n…. Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by saying that.”

Kardia mou (1) - My heart, Greek

(Apollo has the hyacinth flowers in his hair in the picture I put.)

~Lilly's

[swallowtail-lotus]

Wanting More~ {Short Apollo drabble} (NSFW!)

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I wanna touch his hair❤️❤️❤️

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"Is this too much for you, Princess?~" The greek god teased, smirking down at you. Your eyes were half lidded, your face felt heated and your lips parted ever so slightly. His hands gripped under your thighs, holding them in place as his cock moved deeper inside your leaking pussy. You grabbed the sheets when he started thrusting at inhuman speeds. You nearly screamed from how hard he was thrusting, your pussy and flesh walls already sore. Apollo watches you with glowing golden eyes, licking his lips. One of his hands moved to rub your lips with his thumb gently, which had some of his lipstick on it.

"So pretty~ Let me..." Apollo leaned down, sinking his teeth in your neck. You felt yourself getting closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Apollo moved his pelvis hard the last few times and his seed shot out, painting your insides. You let out a long, raspy moan when your juices came out. Your arms fell off his shoulders, feeling exhausted. But Apollo's cock didn't come out. Instead, you felt himself thrust again.

"Two rounds aren't enough, sweetheart~" He purred, his golden eyes filled with lust.

"I want more~"

[roguerambles]

Make Love, Not War

Record of Ragnarök - Leonidas x Reader x Apollo

Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations.

This is just pure silliness based on an anon from @rukia-writes

(...but seriously, I'll be disappointed if we lose them both now--)

Enjoy the rambles!

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"You invited him?!"

Leonidas was strong. Very strong. You very much liked how very strong he was, especially when he directed that strength into extremely pleasurable pursuits.

But right now you were throwing your entire body against his delightfully broad chest in a futile attempt to stop him from launching himself at Apollo.

Apollo sipped from his chalice, peering thoughtfully at you as Leonidas snarled wordless insults under his breath. "I wasn't aware you were inviting the brute, either."

"Will you both listen to me?" Your feet slipped against the floor as Leonidas pushed with the strength of a colossus, and you grasped at his shoulders in a bid to get his attention. "I want to--"

You were cut off by Leonidas's arm sweeping under you, yanking you roughly into the air. You yelped and grabbed at his shoulders as he practically tossed you onto the nearby bed, before continuing his warpath towards the Sun God. "You shouldn't have come here, Apollo."

The Spartan spat his name like a curse, and Apollo tossed his chalice aside carelessly, rising to his feet with a sharp sneer on his flawless face. "And why not? What will you do about--"

They were both angry and terrifying and hot and you were impatient. "By the Fates!" You yelled, pushing yourself onto your knees. "Will you both knock it off and fuck me already?!"

Both men's heads snapped in your direction simultaneously.

"What--?"

"Have you lost your damn mind--?"

You were determined, however. You stood up on the bed - the soft, wide, unjustifiably unused bed you intended to do many, many things on with the two glorious specimens of manhood in front of you - and grabbed at the helm of your tunic. "Take off your clothes." You ordered, yanking the fabric over your head.

Apollo and Leonidas stared at you, expressions blank. You wriggled out of your bottoms, smiling smugly to yourself as you caught their gazes wandering, a telling darkening in their eyes. You dropped down onto the bed, glaring up at them challengingly as quiet hung over the room.

Leonidas broke the silence first. "I'm not sharing you with him--"

"Your clothes are still on." You interrupted. Leonidas scoffed, shaking his head, his eyes flickering towards Apollo. The Sun God looked between you and Leonidas, and you were pleased to notice the way his eyes trailed over your form, before running over Leonidas with an unmistakable spark of appreciation.

Leonidas clearly noticed too, and bristled somewhat. "You aren't serious--"

Apollo shrugged, then began to slip from his clothes. He had a more slender build than Leonidas, but his body was sculpted to perfection, like one of those ancient statues made flesh. "I know two gods at once might be...intimidating for a mortal..."

Leonidas growled, and for a moment you feared he would swing at his rival. Instead he grabbed the helm of his shirt and tugged it roughly over his head, tossing it aside. The exquisite musculature of his body on display as he tugged at his belt, the powerful muscle of his arms and abdomen flexing and contracting with every movement. Both you and Apollo were staring. "Just try to keep up."

Both men turned to you then, their expressions reminiscent of hungry lions eyeing a particularly delectable gazelle.

You were pleased with their progress.

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"Apollo? Apollo, open up!"

Ares banged his large fist against the door, while Hermes watched from behind him, frowning thoughtfully.

"I cannot believe it!" Ares growled under his breath, pausing in his actions to turn to Hermes with an indignant look. "He's going to miss the fight!"

Apollo was always a bit...flighty, but Hermes highly doubted he would simply skip out on something to deeply important. The pride of the entire Greek Pantheon was on the line, after all. "Perhaps he--"

The door swung open, and a very grumpy, very naked King Leonidas of Sparta stood in the doorway, his expression thunderous. "What?" He demanded, as though he were not addressing two sons of Zeus himself.

...Hermes could not think of what to say, while Ares spluttered in shocked confusion. Clearing his throat, Hermes tried to regain his bearings. Had they somehow come to the wrong room? But why was Leonidas not ready either--?

A familiar pair of arms slid around Leonidas's waist, along with a familiar head of golden hair coming to rest on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" Apollo mumbled, leaning in to press his lips against Leonidas's neck. "Come back to bed...they're quite eager for more...oh, hello Hermes. Ares."

....whatever Hermes had been expecting, it wasn't this. "Apollo...?" He began slowly, watching Leonidas's frown deepen, but he made no attempt to move himself from Apollo's embrace. "We...the Round will begin soon--"

"Oh, that's off." Apollo said cheerfully, reaching around Leonidas to grasp the doorframe. "Find someone to take our places. The three of us would rather not be disturbed."

"Three of you--Apollo--!"

"Thank you!"

The door swung shut once more. Hermes stared at it blankly, while Ares appeared to have been genuinely struck dumb, gawking at the empty space in front of him.

Hermes had no idea how he was going to explain this to Zeus.

[twinklemylittlestar]

Hate.

There was always conflict beetween the two of you. "The sun illuminates the lives of men and, as the god of the sun, I'm also the representation of the beauty." Those were the words that he used with you, looking you from far ahead. And so you asked him why people write poems about you, the moon, and not from him. And he could stay silent, ignore you, but he answered you everytime. You thanked mentally the sweet destiny because it let you far away from each others.

Hate, but not in its pure form.

Everytime you turned around, he looked at you, wondering if, behind that cold attitude there was someone who wanted some love. His love. When he looked away from you, you did the same thing he did before at you: you looked at his back and then at his pink hair. You imagined how your hand would feel in his hair, how softy they could be, and at that thought a light blush covered your cheeks. You start to walk again in the sky and, while your sisters, the stars, asked you why you were blushing, you asked to the destiny the reason of the stupid conflicts with him and you prayed to it to let you get close to him at least once.

Love.

Finally your prayers were listened. You felt all his caresses and all his kisses, his narcissistic nature faded and transformed into a more tender one. He whispered sweet words inside your ears while he was cuddling you, and you hoped that this moment never had an end. But everyone knows it, not everything we want we can have. Soon the time you two had available together finished and you were forced to walk away from each other. When you got away from him and he couldn't see you, you started crying and not even the comfort of your sisters could stop your tears. Crying you asked to the cruel destiny the reason it made you fall in love with the god of the sun and why you couldn't be together. But no answer come. You curled up.

"Please tell me why..."

[bones4thecats]

➸ Once Upon a Sunrise; Apollo × S/O

Characters: Apollo A/N: I love cute morning-time romances and I decided to so a piece based on them. Hope you like it! ➥ Summary: The sun rising symbolizes the rebirth of something. And seeing your personal sun rise was always the rebirth of why you loved him to begin with.

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☀️ The birds moved along with the wind as the night slowly came to an end. The starts fading away along with the light that the once-beautiful moon had shone down upon the structures surrounding the delicate world around

☀️ Ranging from the Black-Headed Gull's loud and raspy caw, the Crested Tit's beautiful early-morning song, and the light humming of the Hawk-Moth Hummingbird, the cheers of the morning came aloud. They started softly, but finally emerged fully. As if they were a blossoming peony

☀️ Standing in the middle of the gorgeous land was a large castle. In front by nearly five miles was a sparkling pond with flowers, rocks, and trees of all kinds of varieties. Tall or small, wide or scrawny, near dead or in their prime

☀️ The wings of a Black-Headed Gull flapped, sending droplets of water flying in the air as it began to swim towards the edge of the pond. It walked up the sand and onto the small beach-like setting nearby, shaking water off of their wings

☀️ The Gull then took off flying. Their wings flapping delicately against the winds of nature. They flew not in the direction the others went, but in the direction of the castle

☀️ The typical Black-Headed Gull call then cut through the silent building as it flew through, locating a specific room instead of going in them at random

"Good morning, Gully. Would you like a raspberry?" A nymph asked.

☀️ Lightly cooing, the bird landed on the nymph's hand, taking the berry out of her hand and eating it with a gulp. She smiled and pet the bird's head before it flew off. As the bird's wing's flaps faded off into the distance, the nymph stood with a bouquet of flowers in her hands

☀️ The flowers, which were a mixture of crocuses and oleanders, moved as the woman walked. While she took each step, her hand had water. She then held it above the flowers and lightly spritzed them to preserve their beauty and health through the heat

☀️ Once the crocuses and oleanders were watered and put inside of a vase, the nymph stepped in front of a large dark-wood door. Carvings of the sun and nature surrounding it stood out against the white-walled building around

☀️ She lifted her arm up and took a deep breath. Taking her knuckles and lightly tapping them against the wood, she could hear the knock on the inside and outside and smiled, making her presence known before she left

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☀️ Shuffling around in the thin sheets, you groaned. Waking up was hard. You may be a deity that has lived for thousands upon thousands of years, but that didn't mean your old habits didn't stick with you throughout that time

☀️ While you sat up and stretched your back out so you could actually wake up, you heard your husband do the same. Instead of being like you and allowing your hair to become a mess overnight, Apollo tied it back to keep it less knotted

☀️ He reached behind him and pulled it out of the ponytail. As the elastic band came off, his long pink hair flowed down his back, hitting the bedding gently as you smiled. Apollo looked at you and smiled teasingly

"What? Admiring your dazzling husband?" He said.

"Perhaps." You replied.

"What a surprise. It's as if every time I look at you, you're already trying to catch my gaze. As if you wanted me to see you and you alone~"

"What if I do?"

"You have won millions of times." He whispered in your ear, smiling as you giggled.

"Now..."

☀️ Apollo pushed his hands under your knees, lifted his arms up and making you fall onto your back. Thankfully, you didn't hit your head that hard. But, even if you did, Apollo just began tickling you, so you most likely wouldn't have acknowledged it anyways

☀️ As the laughs filled the room, the nymphs that could hear smiled. They may have wanted Apollo for themselves years ago, but hearing and seeing how much you two bonded, they just wouldn't imagine their Lord being with anyone else other than you

[apollodrider]

good afternoon, a request please from apollo x reader (daughter of poseidon) how does apollo react if the reader rejects him because he is a playboy (apollo really fell in love with the reader), how can he make him see that he does love the reader

APOLLO X DAUGHTER OF POSEIDON (FEM) ! READER

Apologies for the long wait!

Warning ; language

Being the one and only daughter of Poseidon himself meant a lot. You were perfect — from head to toe and inside out. Unfortunately, an annoyingly persistent god who insists on making attempts to court you thinks you are above perfect. To him, you looked like a goddess who would look goddess in any state or position you're in — he'd die to have you his muse.

When he first saw you, he felt like he was reborn inside a vast garden filled with glowing golden butterflies and various kinds of flowers as the sun started to rise.

You wouldn't easily be swayed by his nonexistent charm. Apollo had a reputation of being a playboy and though you aren't one to judge someone without knowing — he had a harem and who doesn't know about it? You felt that the man's audacity was out of this world so why was he standing infront of you, as bright and optimistic as ever?

Your brows furrowed, face scrunching up in disapproval when the man extended his arm to show off a bouquet of flowers. There were mostly pink and yellow flowers but right in the middle was a magnificent blue tulip.

The personification of the sun itself could be very persistent.

“It represents you in my arms.” Apollo drawls and that only makes you want to throw yourself off a cliff. You walk past him and Apollo's jaw drops.

“Hey,” called out Apollo. “Can't you hear me out for a moment?” He asked in an attempt to get you to stop in your tracks.

And it worked. You stopped in your tracks but didn't spare a glance. “Stop it.” You say in demand and to Apollo's disappointment, you walk away almost immediately.

Apollo sighed, it was yet another failed attempt to try to charm you. He held the bouquet in his hand with a tight grip. Maybe his explanation came off wrong. Even so, he'll atleast keep the blue tulip to remember you.

Apollo had a lot of women around him, specifically in his harem. You'd normally find him talking to different women everytime you encounter him. This time was no different. During the day, you see Apollo entertaining a woman who was definitely a low ranked goddess.

Apollo would talk to her with a gentle smile all while saying words that flatter the other and immediately earn a blush from her. Despite this, when you walked by and he felt your presence (it was hard to miss) — he quickly turned towards you and waved. Leaving the woman all to herself, he waves at you and runs towards you with an even wider smile.

Your right eye twitches. Shaking your head at his antics, you were incredibly stubborn just like your father but even you could see that Apollo was just playing around would women and you would never let that happen to yourself.

However, Apollo's attempts to gain your favor became persistent. Yet the man still talked to other women and flirted with them to flatter them all. It was a terrible feeling, sometimes you'd see other gods and goddesses whispering about you, the god of poseidon, being easily swayed.

Of course, your father easily dealt with them but maybe you weren't as perfect as you thought. You were starting to find it hard to focus.

Walking through the garden and near the waterfall, you see Apollo standing there. Eyes wide, you raise a brow when you get a better look at the other. Apollo had just gotten out of a bath? Seeing his messy pink hair and water drops rolling down his fair skin and the way the white robe was the only thing clinging onto his body.

To be honest, anyone could see that Apollo was good-looking. “(Y/N)!” Apollo called out to you with a wide grin and your eyes went back to normal. At the sight of you, his eyes looked like they were sparkling. He was comparable to a dog, really.

You swallow thickly, turning on your heel and turning away. “Finish your bath quickly.” You say dismissively. Apollo responds by grabbing your wrist and causes you to halt.

You exhale deeply, frustrated. After holding in your emotions for a while and bottling it up — you pulled your wrist and turned around to face him.

Anger evident in your eyes, you snap. “What is your deal?” You asked him with a yell. “Why do you keep pestering me?” You again ask but in a much lower voice than before.

Apollo hadn't realized that you felt like this at all. His eyes were wide and his hand that moved to reach for you hesitated. Glancing to the side. “It might not be very obvious, but I'm trying to gain your favor.”

You wanted to scream and tell him that his words were nothing but shit. “If you want power just contact my father.”

“My love for you is genuine.” Apollo declared. “I like you.” You would stare at him and Apollo would instantly get the hint that you wanted him to prove it. He'd say more, yet all his words of devotion were unsaid.

Despite that, he wants you to know that he'd devote himself for you if you asked. Apollo extended his arm, reaching to caress your hair to comfort you. Somehow, he could feel that your eyes were teary. Even so, he knows you'd push him away, and having you uncomfortable with his touch made him choose not to move to touch you even if he had no ill intentions.

If your wish was for him to earn the permission of being able to not be pushed away by you, he'd do his best to earn it. All this time he's been acting like you were already close — was that wrong?

What was the reason he fell inlove with you? Was it love at first sight?

When he first saw you, he felt infatuated. You appeared at a ball Zeus had hosted and were accompanying Poseidon. Apollo admired your elegance and the way you were calm and silent yet effortlessly beautiful. You shined amidst the crowd of goddesses and that made him terribly infatuated.

He'd ask his uncles, his parents, and even his sister about you. Artemis would get terribly annoyed the more Apollo kept talking about you. When he got to encounter you more — he'd feel a lot more happy and gradually feel a lot more safe and comfortable with you. When you talk to him he feels an indescribable sense of joy.

Thus, he chases after you and hopes to learn more about you so he could be able to love and appreciate you to the fullest.

You only had annoyance in your eyes at his confession. Why? You couldn't believe it. For some reason, you wondered how someone could love somebody like you. “Don't lie.” You said and turned away.

Apollo wonders if he's lying to himself too but seeing you makes his heart flutter, so just how could it be possible for him to lie about his love for you?

You had obviously attended the ball your father hosted. Unfortunately for you, he didn't even pay much attention to you.

You thought everything will go fine, though you could feel eyes judging you and stopping themselves from talking since Poseidon was there. They still haven't seem to let go of their gossip.

You made sure to dress extravagantly today in hopes that it could help prevent hate from others. Uneasy, you walk to the center of the ballroom. You would occasionally shiver from the eyes of two partners dancing. At first, you wanted to ask your father for a dance — but clearly your father was far too busy.

Moving to the corner, you turn around and are immediately blinded by light. Using the palm of your hand to cover your eyes, you hear familiar laughter. “Come on, lady, why so down?” He teased playfully.

You would move your hand away, letting your eyes get used to how bright he is. You frowned in disapproval, yet with him — you didn't feel uneasy like before.

Apollo would smile. “Hopefully I'm not bothering you but you didn't look so busy.” You wondered if he meant to offend you with that.

Apollo then suddenly bent down and bowed, extending his arm an offering a hand. “May I have this dance?”

You were caught off-guard. “This... would worsen the rumors.” You say, looking down. Apollo would sigh. “Those awful rumors are things someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be bothered with.”

He did have a point... “What I mean is, if you want to — don't stop yourself because the crowd wills for you to do something else.” Apollo continued. His smile did not waver and his hand remained there, hoping for you to take it.

You take his hand and his eyes light up. Getting a better look at him, you released that the man put a lot more effort in his makeup. It wasn't a bad thing though, you like how the red eyeliner looks on him.

Silent, Apollo takes your hand and leads you closer. “Can I hold your waist?” He asked, wanting to gain your permission. He values your consent above all.

Placing one hand on your waist, he pulled you close. His other hand took your hand. He held you with both hands tightly. Swaying to the tune, he moves swiftly and flawlessly.

When your faces lean closer, you accidentally step on his shoe. Apollo's smile still remained and when you stumbled, he caught you with one hand and lifted you gently.

Many would comment and make remarks but Apollo would continue to dance with you. He sensed your uneasiness. “Don't worry, even if all are against you — I'll always be here.”

Twirling you around, he caught you once more and grabbed a hold of your waist. You blinked twice, unable to process the situation. He grabbed your hand again and had his other hand on your waist. He decided to just slowly sway to the tune along with you to make sure you won't fall again. “Are you okay? If it's too much we can stop.”

Apollo terribly confused you.

“... It's okay.” You mumbled and let him continue the dance with you. When the dance ended, you did a curtsy.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, a sad look on your face this time. Apollo would keep smiling. “I love you.” He said again, a short and simple answer.

You clicked your tongue. “If you don't believe me, that's fine. I can wait. I'll do my best to prove to you that my intentions are genuine.” Apollo would declare again. Come to think of it, he hasn't really been talking with any other women since your last encounter.

Apollo stepped closer, closing the distance between you. He had his hand gently caress your hair. His eyes focused on you while they shined with admiration. Placing a purple tulip on your hair, he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I'm sorry, I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable.”

Purple meant devotion. “I'll take my leave now, princess.” He waved goodbye and instantly disappeared amongst the crowd.

You were left speechless.

Apollo did really want to try and learn to love you the right way. He hopes you'd one day realize his efforts and forgive him for his dumb decisions.

“Dumbass...” You murmured. The next time you see him, you'll give him a piece of your mind! Or well, a chance.

A smile gradually formed on your face. Feeling loved felt nice, but you want to take it slow with Apollo.

While you were contemplating about that ... Poseidon would talk to Apollo after the ball.

[kanroji-san]

Apollo x Shinobu!Y/n + Kids

Pretty boys = pretty parents

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#177 ROASTED

Apollo: It's illegal to be more beautiful than me~

Y/n*Walking behind him*Damn, So We're all going to jail?... I CALL DIBS ROOMING WITH KOJIRO OR JACK THE BEAUTIFUL MANS!!~

[xjulixred45x]

Hey am a big fan of your writing especially the record of ragnarok ones do you think you could do ror hades and maybe other characters with a singer reader who's like Betty boop ?

Sure!

Hades/Apollo/Ares x Betty Boop!Reader

Hades

• Hades and reader probably met, ironically, through Zeus. I honestly don't think Hades is a fan of extravagant entertainment, so reader's singing caught his attention the most.

• Reader was probably dancing and singing in her own world (not even paying attention to her surroundings) when she realized she had company.

• This ended up becoming a routine for both of them, although reader was originally a little intimidated by the idea that she had to perform for Hades, over time she became more confident, even feeling happy to have caught his attention (especially considering that she was basically ignored by the rest of the gods).

• If we're talking about a relationship, reader honestly has her life figured out.

• Reader probably still sings for others from time to time, but her favorite place to sing is when she and Hades are alone in the throne room (because of the echo), they even dance a little waltz together.

• I like to think of this reader as a nymph (due to several things they has in common with Betty), so she doesn't have a sense of modesty beyond the basics of not walking around naked, which makes her an easy target for pervert people. But there's nothing to worry about! Hades is more than happy to scare away anyone who has intentions of going too far with reader.

• Hades can't really get mad at reader for that, though, he finds it adorable for how innocent she is, and that very innocence can sometimes get her into trouble, but gods, how he loves her.

• (additional note, HADES, KEEP ZEUS AWAY FROM READER)

• Sometimes reader enjoys singing alone, but the echo in the palace is brutal (that, and gods have enhanced senses), so it's easy for Hades to just go by the tunes and find reader. He likes to just look at her when he thinks no one else is. There's also a good chance he'll applaud her when she's done just to see her blush. How cute.

• Everyone in Hades' palace is now used to hearing singing coming from all directions, from his room, the throne room, the hallways, etc. It's not uncommon for the servants to be humming along afterwards.

• Hades is the type of partner who likes to embarrass reader a little, just because of how adorable she looks when she asks him for certain things (to speak louder, to repeat things), and he finds it funny if she responds violently (feather swipes for him), which will probably end in a bear hug from him. WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE SO CUTE?!

• Hades definitely likes to daydream about what it would be like if reader, instead of singing to other people or to him, sang to their future children. It's something that's becoming more recurrent than he'd like to admit.

• Luckily, they have all the time in the world to enjoy a few more tunes on their own before expanding the family, so enjoy it.

Apollo

• Apollo definitely met Reader at one of his temples! He is the god of music and the arts after all.

• There were probably a few times when Apollo went to this particular temple and would see that there were worshipers who just didn't show up, which was... fine. Until more of them started to not show up.

• And a rumor reached Apollo's ears (not at all because he was listening to someone else's conversation) that this was because of one of the priestesses, who had an inherently heavenly voice. Scuff, yes, of course.

• I'll be honest, at first Apollo probably thought about going to cast a plague on Reader if it weren't for the fact that he found her physically beautiful.

• Not only that, but when he heard her sing, it was definitely understood because mortals considered her a divinity, her voice was beautiful.

• And obviously, if there's something Apollo can't have for himself, he'll take it.

• Probably the one who took the longest to conquer reader because of his egocentric personality. The poor reader ran away from him faster than Daphne.

• But as the saying goes, he who perseveres triumphs. And somehow the angel who is a reader ended up agreeing to be with him. Much to everyone's surprise (and disappointment).

• Honestly, at first the relationship feels merely superficial, precisely because Apollo sees reader as some kind of trophy (AT BEGINNING). So they didn't interact much, or when they did it was Lovebombing.

• However, after a few weeks of interacting with reader, Apollo ends up surprising herself thinking about her when she sees something she KNOWS she would like, or when she ends up humming some melody composed by reader, among other things.

• She basically realizes "oh, I screwed up with this person" and sets out to fix it (in the only way he knows how).

• Apollo shows affection mainly through material things, that's kind of obvious. However, with this specific type of reader who is an artist like him, I think his gifts would be more based on poems, songs, art supplies, etc.

• It's his way of giving reader something she likes AND so he has an excuse to spend time with her.

• When Apollo is stressed about something (be it something like he stained his clothes, someone made him angry, etc) he demands reader sing to calm him down, preferably while he's lying on her lap. It works 9/10 times.

• Apollo is a HUGE fan of reader wearing sexier clothes, though he's definitely also in favor of blinding anyone who stares at her, which ends up with reader being both feared and respected by Apollo's entire fan base.

• Apollo likes to do reader's makeup, whether it's for a normal day or an important meeting, even before their fight, it's a kind of ritual he never misses. Sometimes he tries a more subtle makeup, other times he uses colors that represent him, others more exaggerated, but he always does it (CHANGE MY MIND, and he starts pouting if the reader does it without him)

• Two very different types of artists.

Ares

• My god, this Ares is a cinnamon bun. How is there so little footage of him?

• Where was i.

• I can see Ares meeting reader at some party with his father.

• While he was giving his opinion on some general aspects of the party to his father (who wasn't even paying attention to him--) that's when he SAW HER.

• Dancing carefree, singing with a melodious voice, in a (rather) short dress, there was the most beautiful woman Ares had ever seen (it was love at first sight).

• And Zeus, being the piece of shit that he is, upon realizing that Ares was staring at a pretty young girl, had no better idea than to try to talk to her-

• Fortunately for everyone, reader was terrified when this cheeky old man approached her, and in an attempt to escape from him, she hid behind Ares so that he would keep her away.

• At that moment, Ares got to know a little part of life, called happiness.

• Ares is much more shy than he would like with reader, precisely because he never really learned how to do things related to a serious relationship (not from his father at least) but he does the best he can!

• He can't help but turn red whenever reader gets too close to him, especially when she's wearing very low-cut dresses. He's a gentleman and tries to look away RESPECTFULLY, but reader genuinely doesn't understand what's wrong and tries to make him look at her to tell her.

• Ares tries to make the typical romantic gestures (of which he asks advice from people other than his father, like Aphrodite and Hermes), like bringing flowers to reader after a performance, inviting her to have tea with him, etc. All with his face steaming and red up to his neck.

• If we're talking about a current relationship, reader is guaranteed the Scary Dog Privilege. Even if this Ares isn't half as bloodthirsty as people think, he can use his intimidating appearance to ward off the perverts that reader constantly runs into, being something of a bodyguard.

• He doesn't understand much, about many things, but one thing he does understand is that reader has a beautiful voice, which brings him back to reality and at the same time makes him feel like he's dreaming, he really likes reader singing before sleeping. Non-ironically, he can fall asleep when she sings. It's just so relaxing…

• At least he doesn't turn red anymore about revealing clothes, but he definitely lends his cape to reader sometimes when they're going out in public, ESPECIALLY if Zeus is with them. He respects his father, but he DEFINITELY doesn't trust him with his partner. Ever.

• Ares might even end up learning several things related to music and dancing just because of his relationship with reader! She mentions some fun facts in passing, but Ares ends up storing them in his brain for no reason. At least now he doesn't seem so out of step with Hermes.

• Overall, a great teddy bear.

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[justcressida]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- DEAR BEAUTY

"I wouldn’t have come back like this if you had stopped at that. I would have ended after living foolishly and just being a stupid villain! Why did you make me and my mother so miserable? What the hell is status? What is that? You made me turn the hourglass with a resentful and unjust mind…"

Record Of Ragnarok X Aria Roscent! Reader

Apollo

You've lived your whole life in the shadow of your sister Mielle. She was a Noble. You were the daughter of a prostitute.

So when she was reborn for Ragnarok after she died by being tricked at her hands, she had a great opportunity for vengeance.

No matter how bad a title you were, you were beautiful.

You were beautiful, as graceful as the stars in the sky, your beauty was dazzling, and seduction was your thing.

Which God was more suitable for revenge? Poseidon? It would take time. Hades? Not for now, with Persephone. Zeus? That old dork, never. Hermes? He's not that important.

The sun god Apollo? Yep, that narcissistic guy is definitely the best option.

He's been seduced. Apollo is a master at seducing women, but he somehow starts to stutter in front of this human woman.

The woman's figure was slim and rather voluptuous for her age, with a small waist and shoulders wider than her hips. She also has smooth pale skin, large, sharp E/C eyes, sensual lips, an angular face, and a flawless complexion.

Beautiful woman next to a handsome man. However, the other thing he realized was what a wild aura this mortal had on the inside. One moment his sharp eyes were narrowed with compassion, the next moment he had a sharp gaze like a knife.

Are you sure this Mielle woman is your sister? How is she so ugly when you're so beautiful??

Apollo is not a loving man. He is a man of passion. He likes to see pretty faces around him and spend sultry nights.

You laughed when he told you that. You were playing with each other...

One moment Apollo was flirting with Mielle for your attention, the other moment he was facing your raging lust between the sheets.

Why are you only interested in it when it comes to that slut Mielle?? This makes Apollo very angry, but he also gets mischievous pleasure out of it.

Actually, Apollo is a little obsessed with it, your attention, your touch. You're not in love with him though, and it's driving him crazy. You play with it, one moment you kiss it lovingly and the next you ignore it. He's mad and always wants more.

You play with each other like a cat plays with a mouse, but in a much more sensual way ^°^

[cafeinthemoon]

Excerpt from the Apollo ff I'm working on 🌞

"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."

I hope I can post it in the next week or something... also, should I start posting teasers of my stories here? Tell me what you think 💛