good afternoon, a request please from apollo x reader (daughter of poseidon) how does apollo react if the reader rejects him because he is a playboy (apollo really fell in love with the reader), how can he make him see that he does love the reader
APOLLO X DAUGHTER OF POSEIDON (FEM) ! READER
Apologies for the long wait!
Being the one and only daughter of Poseidon himself meant a lot. You were perfect — from head to toe and inside out. Unfortunately, an annoyingly persistent god who insists on making attempts to court you thinks you are above perfect. To him, you looked like a goddess who would look goddess in any state or position you're in — he'd die to have you his muse.
When he first saw you, he felt like he was reborn inside a vast garden filled with glowing golden butterflies and various kinds of flowers as the sun started to rise.
You wouldn't easily be swayed by his nonexistent charm. Apollo had a reputation of being a playboy and though you aren't one to judge someone without knowing — he had a harem and who doesn't know about it? You felt that the man's audacity was out of this world so why was he standing infront of you, as bright and optimistic as ever?
Your brows furrowed, face scrunching up in disapproval when the man extended his arm to show off a bouquet of flowers. There were mostly pink and yellow flowers but right in the middle was a magnificent blue tulip.
The personification of the sun itself could be very persistent.
“It represents you in my arms.” Apollo drawls and that only makes you want to throw yourself off a cliff. You walk past him and Apollo's jaw drops.
“Hey,” called out Apollo. “Can't you hear me out for a moment?” He asked in an attempt to get you to stop in your tracks.
And it worked. You stopped in your tracks but didn't spare a glance. “Stop it.” You say in demand and to Apollo's disappointment, you walk away almost immediately.
Apollo sighed, it was yet another failed attempt to try to charm you. He held the bouquet in his hand with a tight grip. Maybe his explanation came off wrong. Even so, he'll atleast keep the blue tulip to remember you.
Apollo had a lot of women around him, specifically in his harem. You'd normally find him talking to different women everytime you encounter him. This time was no different. During the day, you see Apollo entertaining a woman who was definitely a low ranked goddess.
Apollo would talk to her with a gentle smile all while saying words that flatter the other and immediately earn a blush from her. Despite this, when you walked by and he felt your presence (it was hard to miss) — he quickly turned towards you and waved. Leaving the woman all to herself, he waves at you and runs towards you with an even wider smile.
Your right eye twitches. Shaking your head at his antics, you were incredibly stubborn just like your father but even you could see that Apollo was just playing around would women and you would never let that happen to yourself.
However, Apollo's attempts to gain your favor became persistent. Yet the man still talked to other women and flirted with them to flatter them all. It was a terrible feeling, sometimes you'd see other gods and goddesses whispering about you, the god of poseidon, being easily swayed.
Of course, your father easily dealt with them but maybe you weren't as perfect as you thought. You were starting to find it hard to focus.
Walking through the garden and near the waterfall, you see Apollo standing there. Eyes wide, you raise a brow when you get a better look at the other. Apollo had just gotten out of a bath? Seeing his messy pink hair and water drops rolling down his fair skin and the way the white robe was the only thing clinging onto his body.
To be honest, anyone could see that Apollo was good-looking. “(Y/N)!” Apollo called out to you with a wide grin and your eyes went back to normal. At the sight of you, his eyes looked like they were sparkling. He was comparable to a dog, really.
You swallow thickly, turning on your heel and turning away. “Finish your bath quickly.” You say dismissively. Apollo responds by grabbing your wrist and causes you to halt.
You exhale deeply, frustrated. After holding in your emotions for a while and bottling it up — you pulled your wrist and turned around to face him.
Anger evident in your eyes, you snap. “What is your deal?” You asked him with a yell. “Why do you keep pestering me?” You again ask but in a much lower voice than before.
Apollo hadn't realized that you felt like this at all. His eyes were wide and his hand that moved to reach for you hesitated. Glancing to the side. “It might not be very obvious, but I'm trying to gain your favor.”
You wanted to scream and tell him that his words were nothing but shit. “If you want power just contact my father.”
“My love for you is genuine.” Apollo declared. “I like you.” You would stare at him and Apollo would instantly get the hint that you wanted him to prove it. He'd say more, yet all his words of devotion were unsaid.
Despite that, he wants you to know that he'd devote himself for you if you asked. Apollo extended his arm, reaching to caress your hair to comfort you. Somehow, he could feel that your eyes were teary. Even so, he knows you'd push him away, and having you uncomfortable with his touch made him choose not to move to touch you even if he had no ill intentions.
If your wish was for him to earn the permission of being able to not be pushed away by you, he'd do his best to earn it. All this time he's been acting like you were already close — was that wrong?
What was the reason he fell inlove with you? Was it love at first sight?
When he first saw you, he felt infatuated. You appeared at a ball Zeus had hosted and were accompanying Poseidon. Apollo admired your elegance and the way you were calm and silent yet effortlessly beautiful. You shined amidst the crowd of goddesses and that made him terribly infatuated.
He'd ask his uncles, his parents, and even his sister about you. Artemis would get terribly annoyed the more Apollo kept talking about you. When he got to encounter you more — he'd feel a lot more happy and gradually feel a lot more safe and comfortable with you. When you talk to him he feels an indescribable sense of joy.
Thus, he chases after you and hopes to learn more about you so he could be able to love and appreciate you to the fullest.
You only had annoyance in your eyes at his confession. Why? You couldn't believe it. For some reason, you wondered how someone could love somebody like you. “Don't lie.” You said and turned away.
Apollo wonders if he's lying to himself too but seeing you makes his heart flutter, so just how could it be possible for him to lie about his love for you?
You had obviously attended the ball your father hosted. Unfortunately for you, he didn't even pay much attention to you.
You thought everything will go fine, though you could feel eyes judging you and stopping themselves from talking since Poseidon was there. They still haven't seem to let go of their gossip.
You made sure to dress extravagantly today in hopes that it could help prevent hate from others. Uneasy, you walk to the center of the ballroom. You would occasionally shiver from the eyes of two partners dancing. At first, you wanted to ask your father for a dance — but clearly your father was far too busy.
Moving to the corner, you turn around and are immediately blinded by light. Using the palm of your hand to cover your eyes, you hear familiar laughter. “Come on, lady, why so down?” He teased playfully.
You would move your hand away, letting your eyes get used to how bright he is. You frowned in disapproval, yet with him — you didn't feel uneasy like before.
Apollo would smile. “Hopefully I'm not bothering you but you didn't look so busy.” You wondered if he meant to offend you with that.
Apollo then suddenly bent down and bowed, extending his arm an offering a hand. “May I have this dance?”
You were caught off-guard. “This... would worsen the rumors.” You say, looking down. Apollo would sigh. “Those awful rumors are things someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be bothered with.”
He did have a point... “What I mean is, if you want to — don't stop yourself because the crowd wills for you to do something else.” Apollo continued. His smile did not waver and his hand remained there, hoping for you to take it.
You take his hand and his eyes light up. Getting a better look at him, you released that the man put a lot more effort in his makeup. It wasn't a bad thing though, you like how the red eyeliner looks on him.
Silent, Apollo takes your hand and leads you closer. “Can I hold your waist?” He asked, wanting to gain your permission. He values your consent above all.
Placing one hand on your waist, he pulled you close. His other hand took your hand. He held you with both hands tightly. Swaying to the tune, he moves swiftly and flawlessly.
When your faces lean closer, you accidentally step on his shoe. Apollo's smile still remained and when you stumbled, he caught you with one hand and lifted you gently.
Many would comment and make remarks but Apollo would continue to dance with you. He sensed your uneasiness. “Don't worry, even if all are against you — I'll always be here.”
Twirling you around, he caught you once more and grabbed a hold of your waist. You blinked twice, unable to process the situation. He grabbed your hand again and had his other hand on your waist. He decided to just slowly sway to the tune along with you to make sure you won't fall again. “Are you okay? If it's too much we can stop.”
Apollo terribly confused you.
“... It's okay.” You mumbled and let him continue the dance with you. When the dance ended, you did a curtsy.
“Why are you doing this?” You asked, a sad look on your face this time. Apollo would keep smiling. “I love you.” He said again, a short and simple answer.
You clicked your tongue. “If you don't believe me, that's fine. I can wait. I'll do my best to prove to you that my intentions are genuine.” Apollo would declare again. Come to think of it, he hasn't really been talking with any other women since your last encounter.
Apollo stepped closer, closing the distance between you. He had his hand gently caress your hair. His eyes focused on you while they shined with admiration. Placing a purple tulip on your hair, he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I'm sorry, I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable.”
Purple meant devotion. “I'll take my leave now, princess.” He waved goodbye and instantly disappeared amongst the crowd.
You were left speechless.
Apollo did really want to try and learn to love you the right way. He hopes you'd one day realize his efforts and forgive him for his dumb decisions.
“Dumbass...” You murmured. The next time you see him, you'll give him a piece of your mind! Or well, a chance.
A smile gradually formed on your face. Feeling loved felt nice, but you want to take it slow with Apollo.
While you were contemplating about that ... Poseidon would talk to Apollo after the ball.