#apollo record of ragnarok

[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!!!!

[chaostroberry1]

Apollo, in a seductive mouth watering outfit, leaning on the doorframe, winking and hinting at something : "(m/n)~ I'll be good tonight and sleep all by myself while I wait for you, okay~♥?"

(M!name), in a meeting with a few gods, incredibly oblivious : "alright! Sleep well. goodnight, dear!"

Apollo : "better join me soon~♥" *walks away to the bedroom*

The gods who just witnessed the BS : "😧"

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I got this from that death note scene of misa in a sexy outfit, obviously hinting at light on "stuff" she wanna do later. Motherfucker did not understand what she meant ☠️

[dragologist]

Still clinging onto the hope that the Fab Four will get an interaction with each other :

I mean, who wouldn't cheer for him :3

[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.

[i-bakkhos]

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Leonidas with Yoriichi Tsugikuni!fem!reader platonic headcanons

Warning(s): RoR manga spoilers up to ch. 78, historical references, violence, KNY anime spoilers, established relationship, strong language from Leonidas, ooc.

Collab work with @deathmetalunicorn1. Special thanks to @enryegotrip and @themoonisrising for their feedback in the drafting phrase!

Before reading this piece, however, I strongly recommend you read this story, as it acts as a part two. The link will be here.

With that being said guys, sit back, relax, and enjoy the chaos that is about to unfold :)

King Leonidas knew the gods existed and he hated them. Apollo, the arrogant little shit who was worshiped in Delphi all those centuries ago, is the god whom he despised the most. His men knew why but they were wise enough to never speak about the patriot of the arts in front of him. He did not, however, know that demons existed in Valhalla too…until that fateful night. 

He and his men were settling in their campsite, bellies full and ready to resume their training or take the first watch and make sure no one tried to sneak past them…but someone did.  It had been an old man, whimpering and cowering with a large lump on his head and wearing tattered clothes. Just when a soldier barked at him to leave or die where he stood, brandishing a spear in his direction…the old man’s body split in half, then half again until four young men began attacking the campsite. All hell broke loose, and Leonidas had no idea what the fuck was going on or how to kill them.

Guns didn’t work on the winged one because he was too fast in the air, the swords and spears of his men snapped in half when making contact with the bodies of the blue-eyed one before he impaled them with a halberd. The one wearing red robes possessed a staff that could create lightning within a seven foot radius, and the green one used a fan to blow away his men with a single swing. He used his shield when the latter and the winged one attacked, but it could only do so much against a sonic wave attack. 

When shit looked like it was about to go sideways in the worst way possible, she showed up seemingly out of nowhere. She zigzagged across the field, dodging the winged one’s attacks and swiftly decapitating the halberd-wielding bastard, his head flying off and landing in the mud with a ‘thud’. That was when King Leonidas noticed something odd about the opponents…no, it wasn’t odd. These sons of bitches knew who exactly you were and they were afraid. 

The horned demon in red raised his staff in the air, preparing for another lightning strike when she appeared in front of him. She inhaled sharply through her mouth and raised her sword above her head, the blade becoming ignited in crimson flames before striking him down, his body splitting in half. It was after taking this monster down that she addressed him. 

“My lord….there is a fifth demon…heading northeast. That is the demon’s main body. If it is destroyed, then the other four will cease to exist. My comrades…they are on their way. They will be here soon, and provide aid.” She then looked him straight in the eye, calm and level-headed as if this wasn’t the first time she had fought against these things. “Normal weapons cannot penetrate a demon’s body…but seeing that you are carrying firearms, use this.” She pulled out three cartridges of ammunition from her  robes and handed them to him. “Aim for the head. I must go…before the main body gets too far away.” 

She then darted away from the campsite, disappearing into the darkness of the forest. Leonidas is a proud man, but even he knew not to look at a gift in the horse’s mouth. He unclipped the magazine in his pistol and loaded in the new ammo, opening fire but making sure that these bullets would not be wasted. 

Just as the woman said, reinforcements arrived. All wearing robes and carrying swords, moving across the battlefield as if they were dancing and not fighting against these creatures. 

Spartans are bred for battle and will die for battle. Never give up, never surrender. That is in their blood. However, a smart Spartan realizes the difference between an ally and an enemy, and that the flow of time constantly changes in the mortal realm. From politics to fighting techniques, if it can be used to take down an enemy, King Leonidas doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything else. 

When his second magazine was on the last bullet, all of the demons disintegrated into ash. The soldiers shouted in Grecian, raising their bloodied spears in the air and smiling victoriously. Their mysterious comrades either relished in the moment or simply walked away from the battlefield, sheathing their swords with a grimace. A little while later she returned to the campsite, expressionless and covered in blood that was not her own. 

She  bowed deeply to him. “I apologize…my lord. If I had been sooner…there would not have been so much damage…and you would not have lost so many men.” 

Leonidas just shook his head. His men were prepared to die in battle if it meant glory and victory in the name of Sparta, they trained to go up against even the most powerful of opponents. But what he could not stand is not knowing what he and his army are fighting…so what the hell were those monsters? He wanted information, and he wanted it now. 

To his surprise, she was more than compliant to sit and talk with him. One of her associates, a tall brat with a large sword strapped on his back, barked at her, saying that it's against the rules to share confidential information with an ‘outsider’ but the woman replied that he has a right to know. He is the commander of these men; would it not be better to tell him and prevent this situation from happening again? 

Furthermore, she is an unofficial member of the organization, so the rules do not affect her as much as it does to him or the others. When her associate turned away with a scoff, she asked him what he liked to know. 

“Everything.” He snapped. 

She nodded. “Of course.”

As the men cleared the debris and buried their dead, Leonidas fired question after question at the swordswoman, whose name he learned was [First Name] [Last Name]. Demons were nocturnal in nature, and consumed human flesh to gain strength. Their bodies were extremely durable; normal weapons cannot harm them, and they can only be killed by decapitation. Her sword, a nichirin blade, forged from Scarlet Iron Sand and Scarlet Ore, both of which can be found in high mountains that perpetually bathed in sunlight all year around. 

Sunlight was the only thing that could kill a demon for good. The bullets she gave him were created from the same materials, designed for a Hashira that preferred guns to swords.  A Hashira is a very strong Demon Slayer, and she is one herself: the Sun Hashira, which is why her blade ignited upon attacking the demons. The Breathing Style is…difficult to explain and to learn, but it is effective. 

The Demon Slayer Corps had existed for over a thousand years, and it was revived in Valhalla under Lord Hades’ command. Another human soul, Nostradamus, destroyed the Bifrost and demons have been crawling their way into Valhalla ever since. The one he and his men came in contact with is Hantengu, a powerful demon who once served under Muzan Kibutsuji. 

Muzan was the original creator of the demon race, and she had encountered him once many years ago. 

“I wish I could tell you more my lord,” She bowed her head to him. “The only thing I can offer is to give you the name of the person who can create these bullets, though I must ask that you keep his identity a secret. Muzan might have perished all of those years ago, but seeing one of the Upper Moons here in Valhalla and still possess their powers…the possibility that he might have regenerated in Helheim cannot be ruled out. If he still wishes to destroy the Demon Slayers, he will make another attempt to kill the craftsman who creates the weapons that can destroy him and the other Upper Moons under his command.”

Lenoidas nodded. Makes sense, He thought. Keeping a supplier safe is crucial in war. The less an enemy knows who or how their opponent is getting their weapons, the better. Cut off the supplier and supply route, these people wouldn’t have the swords or bullets needed to destroy the demons. Still…

“Is it possible to meet the guy who made these?” He asked, holding up the empty cartridge. “I know that’s asking a lot from a stranger like myself, trust me, but just having the basic info on an opponent won’t help me or my army be prepared if this situation happens again. You said you’re an unofficial member of this organization.”

“...I am. However, to meet the creator of the bullets…I would need to speak to Lord Ubuyashiki first. He is…very protective of us all, like we are his children. The secret location of the swordsmiths had been exposed once before, when the organization had been on the decline in the Taisho era. You may have to speak and present your case to him as to why you wish to know the suppliers.” 

“How soon can that be?”

“When I return to headquarters, I will go straight to him myself…though I am sure no one will want that. He has…not been well as of late.” [First Name] looked to the side, blinking at the large crow perched on her shoulder. “I will send you a message through this little one, should he allow this meeting. Is that acceptable?”

Momentarily surprised that such a large bird suddenly appeared out of nowhere, Leonidas cleared his throat. “Yeah, that’s fine. I look forward to hearing from you…through your bird.” 

The Demon Slayer nodded, bowing to him before she left the campsite as quickly as she had appeared, stunning the war general with her agility. Huh…were women soldiers in the Demon Slayer Corps always so sneaky? He’ll have to ask next time. Right now, he had to direct his mind and think about his next move. For now, it seemed going north would be the best choice; there was a Greecian military base there, so his men could rest until they were called to the next war. He’ll also need to let his wife, Gorgo, know what happened as well. 

Gorgo remained Queen of Sparta when he was away at battle, in life and in death. She had just as much authority and political power as he did, so he knew their home in Valhalla would be well-protected in his absence. If he hadn’t known that these demons existed until now…could he truly say that their home is fortified against every single threat? No. And she deserved to be aware of the situation. 

They were husband and wife for fuck’s sake. 

A week flew by until the army reached the base, and another when the messenger crow flew through the window in his study one sunny afternoon, a scroll tied around its neck. Hoisting himself up from his hammock, Lenoidas marked his spot in the book he’d been reading and set it down on the floor. He walked towards the window and untied the rope around the crow’s neck, unfurling the parchment to scan the contents. 

The meeting will take place in four days. A member of the organization, a kakushi, will personally escort him to the lord of the manor on the morning of the meeting. To ensure everyone’s safety, he must wear a blindfold the entire time until he is given permission to remove it. 

Lenoidas’ brow twitched. You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. He thought, annoyed, before he sighed deeply. [First Name] had promised him that she will try to persuade the clan head to speak to him in regards to the suppliers. This would be his first and only chance to negotiate peacefully. 

He couldn’t allow the Sun Hashira’s hard work to go to waste…so he’ll play along. 

Time passed quickly as he made the necessary preparations. Before he knew it, a fellow dressed from head to toe in black with a cloth concealing his face waited at the city’s gates. The kakushi  blindfolded the king of Sparta, and then they departed. 

But it wasn’t just one kakushi that escorted him…there were many of them, each with a different voice and mannerisms, switching him off at a designated post. Some were polite, curt. Others were skittish, can’t really blame them honestly. When he’d been granted permission to remove the blindfold, Leonidas was…surprised to see a young man smiling serenely at him, dressed in white and purple robes. He was flanked by two small children, and a woman sat behind him. 

Safe assumption that these were his heirs and wife, but the Spartan general kept his comments to himself as he observed the lord. His eyes were clouded, unfocused. Blind. Probably caused by the rotten skin that’s spreading on his face. 

The man and his family bowed their heads to him. “Welcome to our humble home, Lord Lenoidas of the Spartan Army.” He said softly. “[First Name] has spoken highly of you since her return. A courageous leader who remained calm in such a dire and unexpected situation…though you wish to meet the ones who have supplied my children with the necessary weapons to protect themselves and others from the demons who prowl at night. May I inquire why you wish to have access to our resources? How can I be sure that you will not spread this information to others?”

This was it. One chance to either get the information he seeked…or to lose it all, and his men would go back into battle unprepared. Leonidas inhaled a deep breath, and spoke. 

He didn’t sugarcoat his intentions, plainly and respectfully to Lord Ubuyashiki. To his surprise, this brat didn’t get pissed off or talked down to him. Instead, the young lord understood where he was coming from. There have been more reports of sporadic ruptures in the Bifrost; try as they might, the Demon Slayer Corps cannot be everywhere and protect everyone. Lenoidas’ armies were the largest within the Grecian district, rivaling only that to Chinese militia, so it would be beneficial to supply the war general with the necessary anti-demon artillery, but only to his armies. 

Right now, he was the only human leader outside of the organization who knew about the demons’ existence. As much as he wanted to help everyone, there were too many cons rather than pros to take another gamble with the supplier’s secret location should anyone else be aware that there were weapons that can kill demons. 

As much as Leonidas wanted to protest…the brat had a point. The less people knew, the better. No good in causing a panic among the public. The gods could go fuck themselves, of course. The war general wasn’t too concerned about them so much as his fellow mortal comrades. 

Then the meeting was settled. He along with the Sun Hashira would be escorted to the swordsmans’ village to meet the bullet crafter, and talk about business as needed. Lenoidas thanked the lord for his time…and politely asked to give his regards to [First Name]. 

That was the last time Leonidas saw Ubuyashiki. Within the following week, he and the Sun Hashira embarked on a journey to the suppliers alongside the secretive kakushi.  He saw how the bullets were created, negotiated the amount needed to a fair price, and things propelled from there. 

He also came to enjoy [First Name]’s company. She wasn’t a talkative person, though she had proven herself to be insightful and open-minded when they spoke on the way back to Sparta. She had agreed to go with him and his men on an expedition  under the condition that she would teach them everything she knew about demon extermination. She warned him she was not good at explaining more complex Breathing Styles, and it might not be suitable for his men. There might also be questions that even she cannot answer fully, though she will do her best. 

Leonidas said he was well aware but at this point, he was willing to take a chance with the Sun Hashira; these men were under his command, so he knew them like the back of his hand. Whatever Breathing Styles or demon exterminating techniques she knew and was willingly to teach would be appreciated. Hell, if there was a way to implement it in his army’s battle formations and even his own fighting style, Leonidas will take it for what it’s worth. 

Leonidas grinned as he watched [First Name] training his men from the rim of his book. She had proven early in their journey that she was not to be underestimated or her lessons to be taken for granted. She’d saved their asses, helped them secure a supplier for a fair fee, and showed them how to combat against lower-level demons if they ever came across them at night. Didn’t even complain about the long hours spent walking or hiding up the mountains. 

The only downside to this arrangement is that when it was time to restock their weapons with anti-demon bullets, spears, or shields, Leonidas had to go get everything himself. 

Pain in the ass, but worth it in the end. 

The war general wondered if he should consult Gorgo about adding women who can fight to the army’s ranks would be more beneficial and boost morale, or would just make things worse, when a scout shouted that a god was approaching the campsite. Lenoidas narrowed his eyes, getting himself out of his hammock again because shit was about to go down. Once he grabbed his spear and shield, he darted towards the enemy with [First Name] following close behind. The men were already in the phalanx formation, acting as a barrier around the campsite to prevent the intruder from taking another step further. 

Lenonidas stared at the god. Tall, muscular, couldn’t be more than seven or seven and a half feet tall. Black tank-top with a weird ass rabbit on the front, orange robes tied around his waist and hands. Sunglasses, long blonde hair, light blue orbs…is that a fucking lollipop in his mouth? 

Who is this punk?

“Buddha?” [First Name] said. 

Lenonidas blinked once, then twice before he swiveled his head over his shoulder to glance at the slightly stunned swordswoman. “You know him?” She gave him a brief nod, then looked straight ahead with a confused frown. The war general followed her gaze and saw the son of a bitch standing right in front of him, his shadow almost towering over his own. The god blinked, munching on the lollipop with his oversized canines. 

“Yo. You’re that war general from Sparta, right? Nice to meet ya. Soo…sorry for the sudden visit, but I’m takin’ the Sun Hashira back with me. Ya dig?”

“And what gives you the right to treat her like an object, shithead?” Leonidas growled. “This is why I can’t fuckin’ stand the likes of you or any others in the pantheons.”

The god stared at him. “Old man…I respect that you wanna protect her, but you should know more than anyone that she’s more than capable of defending herself. You’ve seen her in action, right? That’s how she met ya. And why she decided to go with ya on this trip. However, she’s been away from home for far too long.”

Buddha then walked  past him and gathered up the swordswoman in his arms, with one hand under her legs and the other around her shoulders. “C’mon sunshine, we’re headin’ back to paradise.”

[First Name] blinked. “We are? But the men still need more time to be properly trained - ”

“Six months.”

“Hm?”

“You haven’t been home in six months, and ya had the guts to leave your husband all alone in a cold bed.” He puffed up his cheeks in annoyance. “I might enjoy hangin’ around the bodhi tree when you’re not around, but I wanna cuddle with my wife more than once before she suddenly heads off on a mission without sayin’ good-bye! You could’ve woken me up before ya left so I know were you’re goin’, you silly rabbit!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ya should be! I almost had to call Kintoki and ask him to track ya down if your crow didn’t drop off a message beforehand! Think things through before you run off into action, darlin’!”

“Okay.”

Lenoidas and the army stared at the pair with slackened jaws at the sight of a god pouting like a child as he scolded the Sun Hashira, who has identified himself as her husband. She was married to a god, and didn’t say anything to them?!? 

[First Name] looked over Buddha’s shoulder, waving her hand at him. “I’ll be going home, Lord Lenonidas. I’m sorry this trip has to be cut short, but feel free to send a message to my residence or Lord Ubuyashiki’s if you have any questions or concerns.” 

The war general felt a headache coming on. “Yeah…sure. Don’t worry about it or the training, we can handle it from here. Just go home to your…husband.” He muttered. “And don’t  be a stranger either, all right? You’re always welcomed in Spartan territory. If any of ‘em give you a hard time, I’ll knock some sense into them.” 

She nodded, offering the barest hint of a smile before she looped her arms around Buddha’s neck. The god looked back at him and inclined his head. In an instant, the pair were gone, returning to wherever it is that they called ‘home’. 

Bonus Content:

Soon as Lenoidas received word that the Sun Hashira had come to pay him and his family a visit as she promised she would, the war general invited her to sit at his table for dinner.

 Gorgo was delighted to finally meet the swordswoman who had earned her husband’s trust and saved the men’s lives. It is rare to meet a skilled warrior who is not a goddess and is humble.

Leonidas received the second shock since meeting [First Name] when she quietly revealed that she is, in fact, a divine being. Well, not exactly. More like a mortal soul who had received the blessing of a god. 

She had met Buddha shortly after ascending to Valhalla. They were good friends for a long time before marrying almost two decades ago, though the enlightened one mentioned he should have done so sooner. 

Something about rivals for her affection? 

When his wife pressed on what [First Name] meant, the swordswoman’s calm face briefly pinched into an uncomfortable expression. Inhaling a deep breath, she answered Gorgo. 

The Grecian representative of the Sun, Apollo, had approached her on the pretense that they were a perfect match because they were affiliated with the same celestial orb: bright, warm, and influential. In his mind, he believed Fate brought them together. [First Name] did not, and politely declined his proposal of a courtship.

Apollo did not give up. He was persistent in the coming days, and Buddha had almost intervened on her behalf. But it had been her own mess. So in the context of Buddha’s “lingo”, she “wiped the floor” with him. 

Leonidas had trouble breathing as he howled in laughter. That fuckin’ shithead had actually gotten his ass beaten by a divine being who used to be a mortal. 

Good. The prick deserved it. 

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[fizzydreamz]

Apollo.

That’s all.

[kanroji-san]

Shinobu!Y/n/Reader AU

Apollo: Look,I am not trying to seduce you.

Shinobu!Y/n: *Slammed the door infront of his face and went back to the bed*

Apollo: *On their bed and wiggles his eyebrows with rose in his mouth* Would you like me to seduce you?~

Shinobu!Y/n: GET THE FUCK OUT!!!

[bimmiscourt]

quick apollo doodle

[chaostroberry1]

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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[dragologist]

its literally them ♥︎💀

[cheesesteak675]

Why is Apollo actually so adorable 😭

[apollodrider]

APOLLO × BRAT! (GN) READER

warning ; some nsfw , will have some out of character (ooc) dialogue or actions portrayed in the story.

“YOU MUST first .. kneel. “ Those words , it went into one of your ears and quickly left the other .

Perhaps you really were deaf . Well , maybe you just desperately wanted to get in Apollo's nerves .

You stood your ground , eyes glaring into Apollo's own . He frowned at you , a sigh leaving his lips .

“Do you really intend to piss me off , darling ?“ Apollo gave you a closed eye smile as he said these words .

“Whatever do you mean ?“ You asked Apollo back , giving another question instead of a simple 'yes or no' answer .

Apollo did not have this much patience , he wonders how he even lasts without snapping . His ego is quite fragile , but that doesn't mean he can't fight back .

Apollo slowly opened his eyes. “Do I have to force you to kneel , or will you willingly kneel for me ?“

He asked you with a smile . Although , his aura gave him away . “Do you actually think you have the ability to make me kneel before you, hm ?“ You teased him .

Apollo's eyes sharpened as he began to step towards you . “I'll prove it to you, sweetheart .“ He declared , moving both his hands towards your hip before firmly wrapping his arms around your waist .

His right hand that was also covered by a gauntlet creeped up towards your neck , caressing it gently while his left hand wrapped around your waist .

You had to admit , these actions coming from him ... combined with how he gazes into your eyes and refuses to break eye contact made you nervous , though.. it wasn't quite enough to make you fold .

“Is that all you can do?“ You tease him once more . You really wanted to see him angry . Why ? Is it because you want to see him angry ? Precisely , because when he is ... You know you'll always be in for a good time , a rough time .

Apollo smiled at you , leaning closer to kiss you . His lips pressed against the sides of your lips before he quickly pulled back .

“Love .. You're playing with fire .“ He whispered to you , his smile slowly turning to a sly smirk .

You held back a whine , you didn't want to express your disappointment . “If you want a kiss , you'll have to earn it .“

Apollo's left hand wrapped around your waist a bit more tightly this time . He moved down and left kisses on your neck . Along with kisses , he'd give your neck a few teasing licks which would earn a whimper from you .

His right hand creeped up to the back of your head , running his hand through your hair as he kissed your chin . He made sure that his eyes were glued to yours the whole time , and if your eyes did try to direct anywhere else .. he'd tighten his hold around your waist which would make you jump a little .

Eventually , he stopped kissing and leaving marks on you . He let go of the back of your head with a small smile .

“Beg , beg for me to continue , honey ..“ Apollo's smile quickly formed into a sly smirk , leaning closer to your ear to whisper those words to you .

You had to admit , those words made you shiver . it made your eyes go wide with surprise , but we can't have you admit that just yet ..

You opened your mouth right away to protest against that . “No—“ Apollo's hand quickly pressed against your underwear , letting his fingers rub against the fabric to silence you . Well , it infact did work .

“I'll have to ask you again , sweetheart . Beg .“ Apollo ordered .

You bit down on your lip . “..Please,“ You pleaded hesitantly . Though it wasn't much , Apollo smiled in satisfaction .

“Good , that'll do .. for now .“ He said in response .

“Now , you must kneel . Get down on your knees , sweetie .“

Let's just say , that didn't quite end well for your legs or well ... literally every part of your body .

[resfrio]

ROR except Greek Goddesses actually exist FT Apollo with his scar >:)

I HC Artemis to be a gun girl. She just is. She saw a human use a hunting rifle once and it was Artemisover.

She shares her Divine Weapon with Apollo, except where Apollo gets her power to create an OP bow, Artemis gets Apollo's to charge up an "ammunition" that's actually just the fucking sun by turning herself into the "gun". It's slower than his bow but good luck getting out of range when the AOE is bigger than the entire arena.

She doesn't actually like to use it, though, it doesn't mesh well with her hunting style of fighting so she just leaves the Divine Treasure on Apollo's care.