#dyonisusxreader

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.