A little fanfic i have about God Apollo.
Apollo × Reader
Summary: You fell in love with the God of Sun and now you don't know what you should do.
Themes/Warnings: Relationship with a god, you fell first he fell harder, cheating, slightly angst
Word Count: 666
Notes
Part 1
(I hope you like it. It's kinda short since it is just a beginning.)
What were you expecting when you fell in love with a god? You weren't sure, but one thing was certain: your expectations had nothing to do with your current reality.
You had made a mistake—a big one. Falling in love with Apollo, the Sun God, was a terrible idea, especially as a mere mortal. But how could you resist him as a simple human? He was the most beautiful of the gods, and every word he spoke brought a warmth to your heart. Watching him was like witnessing the most stunning view in the world—no, the universe. Yet you had overstepped your bounds. Unlike the countless beings secretly in love with him, you genuinely wanted him. Just sleeping with him or catching his attention wasn’t enough; you hoped he would feel the same way about you as you did about him. And that's where you failed miserably.
No matter what, Apollo was the son of Zeus, renowned throughout history for his lovers and tragic love stories. What made you think you were special?
You were certain this would be a secret and a one-sided love story. The gods hadn’t descended from Olympus for centuries; seeing Apollo in person was practically impossible.
It would take time for you to realize that the word 'impossible' didn’t exist in a god’s vocabulary.
On a hot summer day, you walked down a forest path to the river. Your plan was to wash the clothes in your basket and then take a bath.
You knew nymphs lived in this area, but they avoided being seen by humans and would hide whenever they sensed one nearby.
So, you were surprised when your ears caught the most beautiful melody you had ever heard. Was it the nymphs? You had never witnessed anything like it before, so you hid behind a tree and began to watch.
Yes, the nymphs were there, but you didn’t even bother looking at them. There was someone who made it impossible for you to take your eyes off him. A young man with curly, somewhat long, golden hair cascading over his sun-kissed broad shoulders... His long, elegant fingers danced across the strings of a golden lyre he held in his hands. You thought he must be the most beautiful sight a mortal could ever behold. His tall, muscular body was stretched out under a willow tree.
After only a few seconds of observation, the young man lifted his head, and his peridot-green eyes locked onto yours.
You froze. You’d been caught. What were you supposed to do?
Thankfully, the young man turned his head toward the nymph speaking beside him. Taking advantage of this, you picked up your basket and ran as quietly as possible back up the path and out of the forest.
Who was he? He didn’t look human. Perhaps he was a male creature similar to the nymphs. Or was he a god? You weren’t sure; you had never seen a god outside the statues in temples.
After running for about ten minutes, you sat on a large rock to catch your breath. Running a distance that usually took 30 minutes to walk, all while carrying a heavy basket, had taken its toll on your body.
You set the wicker basket down next to the rock and began taking deep breaths. While your hands rubbed your scalp, you couldn’t stop thinking about the mysterious man. His eyes, the way his fingers danced across the lyre strings—it was impossible to forget. You knew you couldn’t stay after being noticed, but that knowledge didn’t ease the guilt you felt for not sitting down and continuing to watch him. When would you ever see something so beautiful again?
The sudden warmth you felt on your skin made you lift your head. Sunlight filtered through the tree leaves, falling on you as if trying to mark you. The intense rays made you squint.
Suddenly, a voice from behind made your heart race.
'Don’t you know it’s rude to spy on others?'
