#apolloxreader

Pairing: Dionysus x Reader x Apollo Theme: Rivalry, divine tension, betrayal, passion Word Count: ~1,200 Warnings: Canon-typical violence, betrayal themes, divine rivalry

You had expected solemnity. The Funeral Games of Zeus were meant to be a time of mourning, of respect, a display of honor for the fallen king. But the air was thick with something else something far more dangerous.

From the moment you entered the arena, you felt it: Dionysus’ gaze on you, sharp and possessive, like fire against your skin. And then Apollo, the ever-brilliant sun god, approached with that calm, unshakable confidence, that smile that had ignited arguments in the quietest moments.

“Are you really going to watch, or will you intervene?” Dionysus’ voice was low, almost a growl, but his hand brushed yours with a teasing intimacy.

You hesitated. “I… I’m here for Zeus. For the honor of the games. That’s all.”

He scoffed, a dangerous curve of his lips. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it. The tension. Between us. Between him and me.”

Apollo’s golden eyes caught yours from across the field. He stepped closer, and suddenly, the world seemed smaller. Every spectator, every cheer, every solemn oath seemed to fade. It was just the three of you: the wine god, the sun god, and the mortal or perhaps semi-divine heart caught in the middle.

“You think you can stand there and watch us fight for your attention?” Apollo asked, voice calm but edged with something sharper than sunlight.

Dionysus laughed softly, the sound both thrilling and dangerous. “Why not? Let the world see what happens when desire and pride collide.”

Before you could respond, the duel began. Not with weapons at firstwords, glances, subtle movements, each trying to assert dominance. The crowd cheered, believing it was part of the ceremony, but you knew better. Every gesture, every taunt, every flicker of their eyes was aimed at you.

Dionysus lunged forward with the elegance of a predator, weaving between mortal athletes who had thought themselves the focus of the day. You caught his wrist as he passed, feeling the strength of a god under your fingertips. “Enough,” you whispered. “Don’t let this… ruin everything.”

He hesitated, just for a heartbeat, and that was all Apollo needed. The sun god advanced, almost casually, yet every step radiated controlled power. “Or are you going to choose?” he said softly, his gaze fixed on yours.

You swallowed. The impossible weight of your position pressed down on your chest. You cared for them both, for reasons that weren’t entirely clear even to yourself. Loyalty, attraction, admiration, fear they were all tangled into a knot you didn’t know how to untie.

A clash was inevitable. Dionysus struck first, and the sound of divine force meeting divine force echoed through the arena. Apollo countered, light flaring against chaos, and for a moment, you were paralyzed, caught between the two gods who had rewritten the rules of your world.

You stepped forward, raising your hands between them. “Stop!” you cried. “This isn’t for me or for Zeus! This… this is madness!”

Both paused, chest heaving, golden and green eyes locked on you. The arena went quiet, as if the gods themselves were holding their breath.

“You have to choose,” Dionysus said, voice low, trembling with something you couldn’t name. “Or I”

“No,” you cut him off. “I choose… neither, if it means blood will be shed. I will not let your rivalry destroy what remains of honor here. If you want to fight, it ends with me stepping between you.”

Apollo’s lips quirked, almost in amusement. “Brave. Foolish. Bold.”

Dionysus reached for your hand, and for the first time since the games began, you felt a fragile, delicate peace. He looked at Apollo, and in his eyes, you saw an unspoken promise: this was not about victory. Not about pride. Not about the world. It was about you.

The crowd resumed their cheers, oblivious to the moment of choice you had just forced. And in the quiet heartbeat between gods, you realized something dangerous: power, desire, love these were the same for mortals and immortals alike. And you stood, unwavering, the tether keeping chaos at bay.

Pairing: Apollo x Reader Characters: Apollo, Artemis, Reader Themes: forbidden love, divine confrontation, sacrifice, light vs shadow Warnings: emotional pain, heartbreak, divine power, poetic ending

The forest was silent, caught between dusk and dawn — the fragile hour where neither the sun nor the moon claimed the sky.

You stood between them. Apollo’s light burned behind you, gold and alive, while Artemis’s moonlight shone ahead cold, sharp, and unyielding.

Brother and sister. Sun and moon. And you, the mortal heart caught between their eternal dance.

“You defied me,” Artemis said, her voice steady but trembling beneath the calm. Her silver eyes were glass, reflecting a thousand stars and a thousand unspoken fears.

Apollo stepped forward, light flickering like a heartbeat.

“I defied no one. I only followed what even gods can’t command love.”

Artemis’s expression hardened. “You speak of love as if it absolves you. As if the world won’t break under it.”

You swallowed, stepping between them.

“Then let it break,” you whispered. “If love can’t exist between gods and mortals, then what is all this creation even for?”

Your voice echoed soft but steadily, human yet resonant enough to make the wind tremble.

For a moment, there was only silence. The moonlight dimmed, the sunlight softened as though the heavens themselves were listening.

Artemis looked at you. Not with anger, but with something ancient a quiet grief, and the faintest glimmer of understanding.

“You’ve changed him,” she said softly. “And I’ve never seen the sun stand still before.”

Apollo’s gaze lingered on his sister two celestial beings bound by eternity, now divided by a single mortal heart.

“We don’t have to destroy each other,” he said. “You rule the night. I, the day. But the world needs both, Artemis. She… she could be the bridge.”

Artemis’s bow lowered, her shoulders easing beneath the weight of something that had long been inevitable. The wind brushed her hair, silver against the fading stars.

“The bridge,” she repeated. “Between us.”

You met her eyes no longer pleading, but resolute.

“I don’t want to divide you,” you said. “I want to belong to both. To the world that exists when night gives way to morning when light and shadow touch.”

Her lips curved, barely a smile. A faint shimmer passed through her moonlight melting into gold, silver light threading with warmth.

And for the first time, Apollo and Artemis stood side by side the horizon bending between them, one radiant, one serene.

“Then let it be so,” Artemis said finally. “Let the sun and the moon meet not as rivals, but as halves of the same sky.”

Apollo’s hand found yours, fingers intertwining with reverent care. His warmth didn’t burn this time it felt like life itself.

Artemis raised her hand, and her moonlight surrounded you both, softening Apollo’s golden glow until it became something gentler a light that could live even in shadow.

“She is not only yours, brother,” Artemis whispered. “She belongs to the balance.”

Apollo bowed his head in respect, eyes shimmering like fire in the morning mist.

“Then the balance is all I need.”

The first dawn rose not golden, not silver, but a pale, radiant blend of both. The sun and the moon hung together for the briefest moment, sharing the same sky.

You felt it deep in your bones the warmth of Apollo’s love, the calm of Artemis’s protection. Day and night. Fire and stillness.

And in that harmony, you found what no mortal or god had before not just love, but peace.

Pairing: Apollo x Reader Characters: Artemis, Apollo, Reader Theme: friendship, divine temptation, light vs restraint Warnings: slow burn, tension, sibling bond, emotional intimacy

You’d known Artemis for as long as you could remember. She was your confidante, your balance the goddess who had taught you to breathe beyond the noise of mortals and gods alike. In her silence, you had found peace.

But when she said,

“Come. I want you to meet my brother,” something inside you shifted a strange flutter, a premonition that the world would never quite be the same.

He was waiting by the lake, sunlight spilling across his form like worship. Every ray seemed to bend toward him golden hair, amber eyes, the warmth of daylight itself made flesh.

When he turned toward you, his smile nearly blinded you. Artemis stood beside him, bow in hand, as graceful and unshaken as always.

“My brother, Apollo.” “You could have warned me,” he teased, glancing at her before his gaze landed on you.

And that was it that look. A heartbeat too long. The kind of gaze that didn’t just see you it studied you, traced the edges of your soul like a song he wanted to remember.

“So this is your friend?” he asked softly. “The one I’ve told you about,” Artemis replied, smiling faintly.

She had no idea that her brother was already burning holes through the air between you.

You spent the day together walking through the forest, beneath shifting light and shadow. Artemis laughed softly as she guided you through the woods, but every time you looked up, Apollo’s golden eyes were waiting.

When Artemis chased after a stag, the silence that followed felt alive.

“She loves you, you know,” he said quietly. “My sister… she doesn’t let people close.”

“It’s mutual,” you replied, smiling. “She’s… extraordinary.”

He tilted his head, the sunlight catching his face.

“She never mentioned how extraordinary you are.”

You looked away, your pulse quickening.

He stepped closer close enough that you felt the warmth radiating off his skin, the hum of divinity in the air.

“Don’t look at me like that, Apollo,” you whispered. “I can’t help it,” he said. “Even the sun can’t stop orbiting what draws it.”

When Artemis returned, bow slung over her shoulder, you stepped back. Her smile was easy, unaware of the golden tension still hanging in the air.

And Apollo he watched you go, sunlight flickering across his face like fire barely contained.

That day, under Artemis’s moonlight and Apollo’s burning sun, you learned that even gods could stare too long at something they were never meant to touch.

Summary: He's been watching you for a long time. He's been interesting in you the day his eyes meet your body. So, maybe he could fall in love with you. Pairing: Apollo x Reader Word Count: ~1,400 Warnings: First love, divine longing, fate vs free will

The sun never tires of rising, just like Apollo.

At such times, he prefers to retreat and rest on the clouds of Olympus, where the gods forget to look. He observes the world because it brings him a moment of inspiration.

That's when he sees you.

At first, he doesn't realize you were different. You were just a mortal walking along the edge of one of Apollo's temples. Your hands held a simple offering, and he heard your voice humming a tune no one else seemed to hear.

The second day, you returned. Just like the third. It became a ritual. You fascinated him.

Apollo leaned over to observe you, sitting on the steps of the Temple of the Sun. He saw then that you were reading an old poem by a young Corinthian poet.

At that moment, he felt something strange within him: curiosity, then intrigue, and finally desire.

Apollo has many supporter all over the world, including musicians, oracles, poets, and lovers. A person's beauty has always inspired him, and you were right in front of him, like a new muse for his future songs. And it was driving him completely mad.

One morning, he decided to make a decision and wished to meet you. He descended from the clouds of Mount Olympus to come to Earth. He approached discreetly behind you to examine you more closely.

"Madam, may I recommend these flowers, freshly picked for you?" the young demigod offered like a gentleman.

You jumped, surprised by the presence of a stranger. "Who are you?" you asked.

"Alias," Apollo said, giving his false identity.

You thanked Alias ​​for giving you a beautiful flower and took it in your hand, a genuine smile appearing on your lips. Your smile made his heart beat faster, a feeling, he hadn't felt in a very long time.

"My name is…" you said kindly. "It's a beautiful name," Apollo replied, making you blush. "Would you do me the honor of walking with me sometime?" the young demigod offered.

"It would be a pleasure," you replied, making the young man smile. A breeze blew around them.

Apollo extended his arm, and you gladly took it, and the young couple began their walk.

It was a sweet moment for the both of you, and Apollo felt almost grateful to have finally met you.

Days passed, and your relationship had grown enormously. You were friends first.

One day, under a starry night, you were sitting next to each other, savoring the moment. Apollo made the first move and placed his hand on yours. They touched as if they were intimately connected.

Slowly but surely, Apollo leaned down and stole your first kiss. You were surprised, by the gesture, but not too astonished. "Aren't you scared?" Apollo asked. "No, just surprised," you replied, then you echoed his gesture and kissed him on the mouth.

Your two tongues mingled perfectly, as if they formed a perfect unity.

That day, the moon finally saw two beings united as if there were no tomorrow.

A/N : Here's the first imagine of Apollo. I Hope u like it . It is my first of him and I hope I don't made mistake in my sentence!!