#ticket time

It had been a long day for everyone. Azula finding you all at the air temple and forcing you to evacuate. Once you had set up camp, you wandered off to go find something to eat while the others did some variant of a chore.

You cooked, laughed together and everything was good for a while. Then you realized as you were setting up your tent that there wasn't enough room for everybody. Katara decided to share with Toph and Suki decided she didn't want to be stuck with Aang and her boyfriend all night so she joined them too. That left you and Zuko with the last tent because everybody else was weary of him and Sokka had already closed off his tent.

Aang pulled you aside and asked, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Yeah," You said, "There's no reason to not use our third tent and I don't want you or the girls to feel crowded."

Then, everybody had settled in, saying their goodnights and sweet dreams and it was just you and Zuko, alone.

Nervously, you smiled at him and asked if he'd like to help you set up the tent. He of course said yes and rushed forward trying to help. It only took a few minutes to realize that the former prince had no idea how to make a tent and you let him sit down as you built it.

"Sorry.." He murmured and you threw a soft smile at him over you shoulder.

"it's okay. I work best by myself anyway." You lifted up the tent door and motioned for him to go in.

You made your bed and then helped him make his gingerly and then curled up, trying to fall asleep. Like always, your luck was against your will. The fire had already been put out and a cold breeze was setting in. Your body heat quickly succumbed to the cold and small shivers racked you.

Looking behind you, you noticed two things. One was that Zuko was already looking at you with those intense gold eyes and two was that he was shivering as well. Well, you'd already been caught so you just rolled over to your side completely and gave him a shaky smile.

"Hey." You offered.

"Hey." He replied.

"You cold?" You asked.

"A little. You?" He supplied.

"Yeah." You said and then there was silence. You tried to think of something to say but most of it was nonsense. Luckily, he spoke.

"We could maybe light the fire again?"

You shook your head, "Aang gets nervous with it lit when we're asleep, Katara too."

"Oh..." He got that cute, thinking face on and pondered the options for a second. With a shaky voice, he said, "Well, I could try to warm you up a little.. you know, with my fire bending?"

Your teeth chattered as you giggled, "Yeah, I assumed... Sure, if you're okay with it?"

He nodded and you scooted your sleeping bag closer until you were a breath away. He gave you an awkward smile and let his hands become warm. Tentatively, he slipped them under your sleeping bag and rubbed them up your bare arms. Immediately, warmth filled your body and you subconsciously scooted closer with a sigh.

it was hard to tell in the dark but you thought you saw a blush on his cheeks. Slowly he moved his hands to your shoulder blades and then on your neck and sides. It was hard to tell when it happened but at some point between him warming up your biceps and your back, you gotten so close, your breath could be felt on his neck.

It made him nervous. Not only because of the times in the past he'd tried to kill you and how forgiving you were being but because with you this close, he could see all your beauty magnified. Your eyelashes trembled on closed eyes, lips stuttered and nose twitched. You were ethereal in the dim blue light of the moon shinning through holes in the tent. It was almost too much for him.

Then he noticed your breath had evened out. it was slower and smoother. You had fallen asleep practically in his arms. Just as he was about to retreat his hands, yours wrapped around his neck and settled on the nape. You were so close, so soft and gentle even In your sleep. Your fingers brushed the short hair as you let out small snores and held him so his chest was to yours.

The thing that really took his breath away was when your legs wove in-between his and your toes kissed his calves. Zuko might have died and gone to heaven. The prettiest person he'd ever met was curled up in his arms and sighing hot wisps of air over him.

Same set up, apollo x newlyimmortal! wife reader where she sees him in his true, immortal form for the first time. Idk, it's an interesting concept imo, but I hate to milk you for 2 reqs in a row!

Thanks again ✌️🩷!!!

"That's it?"

"W-what do you mean that's it?!" Apollo resolidifies into his usual look just to dramatically gawk at you.

"Well, I was expecting more." You shrug from where you stand on incinerated grass. He took you to a desolate field for this, and in truth it didn't look nearly as impressive as he made it out to be, even if it was a sight to behold.

"More?" He yells again, exaggerating his baffled demeanor. "I just gave you a whole light show!"

"I dunno... could've been cooler." At this point you're just milking it as you fake a yawn behind a hand that stiffles giggles when he throws his arms around and stutters.

"You- I- This is- You're being ridiculous! That beautiful demonstration of power has killed mortals!"

You have to bite your lip to help from laughing when you retort, "What a lame way to die."

"Sunshine, I swear-!" And it's now that he notices the shake of your mouth and the rosy tint in your cheeks as you hold back chortles. "You- You're joking?"

You burst out laughing, tears easily flowing from your eyes as you double over. Apollo watches you with an unimpressed look on his face as he conceals the quick smile that comes from seeing you happy.

When you finally gain control of yourself, you approach him and rub his arms with mirth in your eyes. "It was very cool, baby. Very impressive." You assure him.

the image this ask is giving me is jus. glowy apollo with the biggest smile on his face that’s covered in dark kiss marks.

He’s such a lover boy for you, so so easily influenced by whatever you wanna do. If you’re tugging him to haunted houses or dreamy bookshops, he’s nearly skipping at your side, happy just to be holding your hand.

You two are total opposites, his sunny self lighting up the dark aesthetic of your house. You’re perched on your counter, sipping chai in a Coraline mug as he busies himself in your kitchen making eggs and toast for you.

“Sunny side up?” He glances at you, watching for a second as you kick your feet and nod.

“Of course.” He cracks the eggs on the pan, skillful fingers prying eggshell apart before tossing them in the trash and wiping his hands on your kiss the cook apron. His hair is messied slightly from last night, deep purple complimenting his neck as you apply the same shade to your lips.

You’re almost finished getting ready but the sun woke up early this morning so you have extra time before work. As Apollo sweats over your stove, you rearrange your bracelets and check your eyeliner in your phone camera. He catches you puckering your lips out of the corner of his eye and absentmindedly leans in for a kiss, smearing violet on your chin as he tastes raspberry.

He pulls away, smacking his now matching lips with a frown, “Is that new?”

You giggle at the visual, “Yeah, it’s that Nyx fat oil.”

He nods, blonde curls bouncing as he returns to the steaming eggs. “It’s a good color on you, especially with that eyeshadow.”

You smile, cupping his cheek as he scoops the eggs onto a plate and peppers them with salt. “It’s a better color on you.”

One of your favorite things about Apollo is his smile, because it’s never half-assed. When he smiles, it’s with all the joy and affection in the world and it glows almost as brightly as his chariot in the sky. You feel it under your palm, growing and shining and you can’t help but hold him gently and cover his face in an array of kisses.

A light red dusting flares beneath the purple marks and when you pull away, he looks almost intoxicated with your affection, eyes glazed and half-lidded. The sound of a pan clattering to the ground brings him back to life, his motor skills slowly coming back to him as he leans down to pick it up with a dazed expression.

"We're gonna get smote.."

"Smote? Isn't it smitted?"

"Smote, smotten, smit.."

"Smitten, perhaps." Apollo rubs his chin like a philosopher and you roll your eyes.

"All of the above, option D is nonetheless us getting our asses fried by angry gods. Sound fun to you?"

"A little, it tickles when Big D does it."

You whip your head to look at him. "You call Dionysis Big D?"

Apollo chuckles, shaking his head as he drags you to a large white door, "No, that's Hephaestus, the height went somewhere else. Dionysis is Lil D."

"Ew, Pollo. Did not care to hear about your brothers penis." He raises a clenched fist to the polished wood, glancing in your direction before pounding briefly and dragging you behind a nearby pillar.

"What are you doing?!" You whisper-scream, hearing the telltale thuds of Ares' boots. "We need to get out of here!"

You go to pull him away but he grabs you by your lower back and flattens you against 200 pounds of muscle. With his tanned moobs in your face, your vision is completely blocked but your hearing works just fine as you hear the god of war loudly question a leaf about it's magical disguise.

Finally, with the smell of burnt autumn in the air, Ares retreats back into his chamber and you're left with your giggling boyfriend and a racing heart.

"That was stupid crazy." You state, pushing on Apollo's chest to look up at his giddy expression.

Thanks, and take care! ✌️💋

Hi hun!! omg thank you for being so patient and im so sorry your last tt ask got lost in the storm!!!

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"Baby, you know you don't have to do that right?" He's smiling as he snakes a hand around your waist, grinning over your shoulder and meeting your eyes in the mirror.

Your feet shift on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. You look down at your toothbrush held in your hand, halfway through squirting paste on. "I know."

He notices the sadness in your eyes even when they're focused on something else. "Sunshine, what's up?"

You sigh. "You don't know how pointless it all seems now."

"What, all the junk mortals do? Setting alarm clocks and repainting houses and all that?" He nudges your neck with his nose, "It never made sense to me anyway."

"You've never been human, you wouldn't know." Your hand stutters and you set the toothpaste down. Apollo watches as you flick the faucet on and run your brush underneath.

So I've had this idea in my head for a few weeks and I wanna request it. Apollo x immortal reader, but he didn't know they were immortal. Like, he thought they died 500 years ago (because they were mortal beforehand), and they were his lover before they 'died', but he finds out they're alive and were given immortality, but they were too ashamed to tell him by the time they were given immortality. Maybe angst to fluff?

Apollo doesn't cry often. Once, when he lost you and sometimes when he wants to guilt-trip his sister but most of the time choked sobs stay choked until he can swallow them. He doesn't believe in that endophin-releasing mumbo jumbo humans talk about, because crying is embarrassing and unmanly.

533 days since he last cried (and now Uno isn't allowed in Olympus) and it's all gone because here you are, an unfamiliar glow about you as a gaggle of demigods chat with you. He wonders if accompanying them on their journey to meet this new, beautiful goddess was worth it and then you look up and meet his eyes... and it is. It's worth every tear that springs forth, every vocal rasp as he approaches you in confusion.