#artemisxreader

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.