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ㅤྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི hera’s favourite daughter

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AS IF I’VE EVER SEEN THE STARS ALIGN

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she/her, hera’s darling daughter, gracie abrams #1 fan, matcha addict, lizzie young apologist, damian wayne stan, libra, apollo’s sweet girl, ravenclaw, in love w wolfstar !

꒰ masterlist below the cut ꒱

— PJO

Apollo ⚘( ၴႅၴ 

- my flower..ʚɞ‎

- afterglow, p2, p3

- eros!reader

Annabeth Chase ⚘( ၴႅၴ

- nothing yet ୨୧

Hera ⚘( ၴႅၴ 

- nothing yet ୨୧

Leo Valdez ⚘( ၴႅၴ 

- nothing yet ୨୧

— DC

Damian Wayne-Al Ghul ⚘( ၴႅၴ 

- nothing yet ୨୧

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It’s been one year since i made this blog today!!

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i have such a good idea for a loser!reader and apollo fic but i can’t think of a godly parent for the reader 🤧🤧

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Heyy.. I’ve been meaning to request somethig for Apollo for a while now but i was busy with exams. Glad those are over. I wanted to request something angsty. Specifically exploring more on his fear of potentially losing you just like he's lost all his previous lovers? It would be great if reader was a daughter of Poseidon.

Thank you!!

- PJO!Apollo x Poseidon!Fem!Reader

- A/N: hi! i’m so so sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this, i guess i’m just a ridiculously slow writer lmao 🫠. i’m not sure this focused as much on apollo’s past lovers deaths as i would’ve liked, but here we are! anyway, thank you for your request!!

It’s moments like these - perfect, flawless, peaceful moments - that hit Apollo the hardest, that make him the most fearful and down right terrified. He’d learnt early into his godhood just how inescapable death is, how, even if you’re one of the most powerful beings, power can’t fix or stop death, it’s an inevitable, human thing that sucks precious souls into its hideous black void.

Dinners like these - on Olympus hosted by Hera outside, under a square, marble gazebo with a set table with heaps of flowers in vases and large candles and jugs of wine and nectar, in short, perfect godly dinners especially with you - that make him the most fearful. Fearful about losing you, that you being born into his world would quicken the process of loosing you, that his family knowing you and liking you would make you an even bigger target, fearful that because you’re so different to all the humans he’s loved before you would be gone so much sooner and he wouldn’t even be able to attempt to prevent it.

Under his setting sun, you’re glowing, the warm shine reflecting off of your skin and bathing your smiling laughing gorgeous face in his glow - that may be specifically shining on you. Any other god, Apollo’s sure, wouldn’t think twice about a moment this, wouldn’t be scared about how fast the rug could be pulled from under them, would completely take this moment for granted, because gods, Olympians, expect perfection, they expect adoration and unconditional love. They wouldn’t care if their current lover died, peacefully or horrifically, they may even do it themselves if they’re bored, bored or bored of their lover? Who the hell knows, it obviously doesn’t matter to them, doesn’t matter they’re killing someone’s sibling, someone’s niece or nephew, someone’s friend, someone’s child and leaving their mother distraught - all on just a whim.

Dionysus used to tell him his issue is that he cares too much, that he’s grown too many morals and opinions that gods don’t have for a reason - that there’s a reason they’re unsuitable, because if they thought and felt like mortals they would live an eternity of pain and suffering and devastation. Apollo brushed off the comments back then, believing Dionysus was wrong and ignorant and probably had too many glasses of wine, but the more time he spends with you, thinks about you, worries about you, loves you, he’s starting to wonder if maybe there was some wisdom to his brother’s words.

Your head dropped onto Apollo’s shoulder as your hand slipped over his, that’s resting on your thigh, and he could feel your eyes on him. Your eyes, that are probably full of concern - as he’s been quiet since dinner started - and probably still prettily looking up at him with your adorable, sparkling eyes. When Apollo turned his face to look down at you, his guesses were confirmed and a pit of guilt formed in his stomach as he grinned down at you.

“Are you okay, ‘Pollo?” you asked quietly - or as quiet as you could with all the conversation around you. Your thumb gently rubbing over his, still looking up at him.

“Of course, Sunshine,” he answered, brushing off your question with a chuckle, like you’re off the mark completely even though you’re definitely not, and leaned down to kiss you with a hand on the side of your head reassuringly.

Apollo would never, in a million years, let you know of his fears, in fear of you seeing him in a different, weaker light after. He doesn’t want to appear fragile or breakable to you, he’d rather every inch of his body be scalded than present to you in a way that’s not every bit as confident and sure he was the first time he met you. He was never that vulnerable with any of his previous lovers, confident and indestructible and reassuring and loving until the day they died, when he’d break and sob and dig their grave himself with his own two hands, broken as he’d hug their lifeless body to his indestructible one.

Apollo nearly flinched at the thought of burying you, feeling the life drain out of you in his own two hands, pulling away from your lips and face abruptly to open his eyes and get those images and thoughts out of his head. He’d quickly turned away from you, sucking in a rapid breath, and blinking away the lingering images. He’d missed the look on your face as he pulled away, shocked and confused and embarrassed, but that look quickly morphed into a concerned and worried one.

“What’s wrong?” you murmur quickly, lifting a hand to quickly place onto his cheek, encouraging him to look over at you. Your eyebrows furrowed and lips tilted down as his eyes didn’t meet yours.

Apollo felt another set of eyes on him after your question, an intense pair owned by Aphrodite that he could feel nearly burning two holes into the back of his head, half in judgment - of course - and half in confusion. Not confusion in a worried sense, but more in bewilderment about what in Hades hell could be that wrong right now. Ignoring that set of eyes, he looked back toward you with a reassuring grin that couldn’t belong to anyone but himself.

You, obviously, weren’t convinced by that smile and one of Apollo’s big arms wrapped around your shoulders, but settled on that being your answer for now with a kind-of-but-not-really settled smile. Falling back into the conversation on this end of the table, you let your head rest on his shoulder in contempt for now.

Apollo was glad you let it go, relief washing away his fears briefly. Just enough time for him to also tune in to the conversation, a stupid one Ares is leading, and let that and your head in the crook of his neck distract him from, and escape, his thoughts.

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A couple hours after Artemis drove her moon chariot over the sky, everyone was fleeing the now-finished dinner, off to do whatever they do at night. Apollo and you included, the two of you off to his house - that’s more so a mansion or manor, according to you - on Olympus instead of his penthouse you both usually hang out at.

Buzzing from the wine at dinner, Apollo happily engaged with your giggly self on the way to his home, swinging your held hands, randomly picking you up and twirling you around ungracefully, pinching your butt after you did so to his, holding your face and kissing the shit out of your giggling self. He carried you, bridal style, from the start of the long entry to his front door and inside. More than any of that, he just loved seeing your smiling, laughing, cackling and completely free face when you didn’t care about being polite or reserved or covering your teeth. It is genuinely his fuel, ambrosia and nectar could never compare to just you.

Apollo set you down in front of him in the entryway at your request, with a small giggle you wrapped your arms around his neck and went on the tips of your toes to kiss him, still smiling. When you pulled away, that same smile twitched and then fell, a more serious, worried look - like earlier - taking over with a small frown on your lips Apollo wished he could just distract with a kiss forever.

“What happened at dinner, Apollo?” you ask softly, seeming apprehensive. The mood changed as soon as you said that, like a light switch went off and suddenly Apollo wanted to be anywhere but his house. He wasn’t surprised or insulted by your question, not at all, he’s just dreaded it - for a long time, actually. Because his thoughts aren’t new, he’s had them the whole time he’s known you and have only gotten worse - which he’s aware you notice - since you officially started “dating”.

“Nothing you should be concerned about, Sunshine,” Apollo finally got out after several heavy moments of silence, his voice light and reassuring as he brushed you off quickly. Your face fell, so quickly and in a way that made him almost feel bad about his decision, almost.

Apollo obviously doesn’t want you to see him any differently, but he also doesn’t want to speak his fears into existence, or scare you away and have you realise the risks of him loving you, all why he won’t tell you anything right now - or ever. He’s thought before of going to the Fates and begging them to tell him - or at least give him a hint - about what his fate with you will end up being, and a year ago he actually did. Of course, it didn’t work, he made of fool of himself for nothing - which is why he try’s not to get that desperate, ever. Honestly, Hades hasn’t looked at him the same since Hyacinthus passed.

You grew to look conflicted, about whether to push or not - Apollo’s sure. With a small sigh, you glanced down at floor and looked back up with a smile, not a very genuine one, but one nonetheless. You accepted his response, is obvious to him, at least for now you do.

“Okay,” you reply quietly, softening your voice to sound convincing - which would actually sound genuine and real if Apollo wasn’t a god that could see right through your lies. You reached up to kiss your boyfriend again, letting the conversation you started end as you pulled away, back in good spirits for the rest of the night.

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Apollo watched you sleep in his arms that night, bare against his own bare body, with that peaceful look on your sleeping face. He’d been watching you for a while, contemplating what he’d have to do when you would have enough of his lies - there are plenty of things he could do, but won’t because he knew you’d never forgive him. He began slowly mulling over the thoughts he lied about, wondering if one day he’d be able to turn you immortal, into a goddess, and if you’d even want to, wondering if there’s any way he could convince you to spend eternity with him. Because that would be the solution to all his fears, but he had a feeling you would rather die a horrific death than watch your family pass on and have to spend eternity without them after, even if you’re with Apollo.

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if literally anyone has any PJO apollo x reader idea’s PLEASEE send me them, i literally haven’t had any decent ideas lately 😔😔 (i think i turned my anonymous requests on too?)

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In a world of AO3 warriors, I'm forever a Tumblr Trooper...

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is it controversial to say i lowkey hate ao3

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tell me why i just went to re-read my favourite niche theodore nott wolfstar daughter x reader fanfic and the author DEACTIVATED!! like… i totally respect everyone doing whatever they want w their own blog, but im literally so sad and in a mourning period rn!! 😭😭

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Thinking about an Eros!Reader who’d been with Luke Castellan since she was fourteen, he’d been her first kiss, he’d been her first boyfriend, he’d been her first time. She’d been there on his failed quest that resulted in his scar, and practically nursed him back to health herself after. They had been the couple of Camp Half-Blood for years and years, and everyone had thought one day they’d leave Camp and get married and build themselves a life together - but nothing could ever be so simple, could it?

After Luke’s betrayal, Eros!Reader had been broken, distraught, her heart had been broken into a million pieces. Still completely inconsolable a month after, one day she’d packed up her stuff, left a note on her bed in the Hermes cabin, and left. She’d moved back in with her mom in NYC, got a job at Macy’s, but continued with composing the thoughts she wrote down in her journal into songs - a habit she’d somehow picked up since Luke left.

Eros!Reader, who started singing some of the songs online, strumming a guitar to the lyrics using skills an old Apollo camper taught her. Those videos started gaining traction, and soon enough she found herself performing them at venues that kept getting bigger and bigger, starting to release a few actual singles. After the release of her first EP, using a few of the songs she’d wrote at Camp, she’d started gaining much more popularity, which caught the attention of Apollo.

Apollo, whose interest had been caught by Eros’s only half-blood daughter, girlfriend - ? - of Hermes’s precious son, who apparently has taken up a career in singing-songwriting, which is very much attention grabbing for him, because usually it’s his kids taking up that career. So, instead of coming to you as himself, he, of course, took form of the signer he’d created for this century - an early twenties, male indie singer who was steadily becoming big, and he’d introduced himself to you through your DMs.

Apollo, who by Eros!Reader’s next tour was performing as a special guest at the majority of her shows. He’d crept up on her, she’d originally thought of him as a friend, a close friend, who’d just came out of the blue, and then she’d realised who he actually is after putting the dots together, finally connecting them from what some monster said. She’d obviously freaked out, feeling exposed and lied to and embarrassed, and completely ignored him. Until one night, writing in her old journal, putting together lyrics that, for once, weren’t about Luke, but instead about him, about what had been his role in her life. She’d reconnected with him not long after that, giving him a second chance, and realised, beside his name, nothing he told her is really an outright lie, and neither are his songs, after he’d explained it all out to her.

Eros!Reader, who actually loved being on her second actual tour with Apollo, loved singing her songs with him in front of her fans, loved travelling with him by car or plane, loved looking at him with gooey eyes on stage and seeing videos online of those moments, loved hearing stories about him and his ‘childhood’, loved walking around foreign cities late at night with him, loved how she didn’t have have that lingering thought of monsters attacking at her shows, loved getting to actually know him, and most of all loved him.

Eros!Reader, who finally loved someone else, who doesn’t cry every night about Luke leaving her, who doesn’t wish Luke would come back, who finally doesn’t love Luke, who has finally found pure and genuine happiness again.

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kinda random but does anyone know what happened to siriussslut?? or why she deactivated i guess?

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guess who’s finally getting out of her writing block!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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just saw fanart of my man ... with his bitch #dayruined

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seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

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〝 your camera roll while dating apollo 〞 ღ

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does anyone know why so many pjo writers have deactivated?? like i was looking for some fics i wanted to reread and every single author had deactivated 😓😓

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Anyone’s who’s read a fic of mine, could you please tell me if there’s any mention of race, hair type/colour, or height so i can change it!! I don’t wanna be one of those people whose “readers” are basically an oc 💔💔💔

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my flower..ʚɞ‎

Pairing - PJO!Apollo x gn!Reader

a/n - please send me a request if you have any ideas for Apollo, I have no inspiration rn!! btw i’ve never read TOA and I don’t plan to, not my canon!!

The first time Apollo saw you he was completely fascinated. Like, completely and utterly fascinated. And that was because you looked identical to a boy he hadn’t seen alive in over a millennia, Hyacinthus.

He’d been at a concert, for an artist that had recently caught his attention, an upcoming indie-pop guy. With Hermes, as usual. He had noticed that there was a demigod somewhere - not a smell, like Hades’ monsters have, gods don’t have that - but a definite sense of it, they have. He hadn’t gone and searched for them, and alert them of his and Hermes presence, like he knew a certain brother of his would.

Apollo hadn’t realised that demigod had been stood in front of him the whole time, separated by one person, until that demigod, you, had come back from getting yourself, and your friend, more drinks. Clumsily, and apologetically, pushing through people to get back to your spot, you’d caught his eye, looking straight from over two thousand years ago.

Immediately Apollo’s mind had started spinning, bewildered at how that was even possible. He’d followed Hyacinthus’ bloodline after his passing, tracked every member until it died off 1072 years and 3 months exactly after the passing of his late lover.

Apollo knew he had to talk to you somehow, but he also knew he stood no chance in here and he’d just have to a follow you after the act ended, which is creepy, he acknowledged, but that didn’t outweigh his need to know you. So, that’s what he did, followed you and your friend after the concert ended, with Hermes - who he knew would distract your friend.

It wasn’t hard to follow you, mainly because Apollo, and the rest of the gods, could sense someone - or something - with Greek blood from miles away, but he liked to pretend it was because you’re so captivating to him. It hadn’t took long until you’d stopped, stood outside a popular fast food chain away from the flood of people coming out of the concert.

Apollo knew he’d lost Hermes along the way, who’d probably turned himself into a vendor - or some sort of distraction - for your friend. He’d had faith in Hermes, he’s one of his closest friends, and a great wingman. So, he’d went to slip into a near by CVS to give Hermes a moment, but, out of the corner of his eye, he’d seen your friend leaving.

That had struck Apollo as weird - demigods don’t usually just leave each other that easily, always hypervigilant about the monsters they can attract. But he was going to take the win, nevertheless, so he walked straight back out of CVS, over to you - his Flower, he’s decided.

Apollo could feel your eyes on him as soon as he walked onto the street, intrigued by him, or maybe recognising him. As he’d neared you, which hadn’t took long, you’d looked back down at the phone in your hands, looking embarrassed - cute. What you hadn’t expected was for him to stop walking next to you, leaning onto the glass wall of the fast food place, smiling down at you.

You’d looked up at Apollo with eyes like a baby deer - uncertain, curious, wide, surprised, and absolutely fucking adorable - he’d known in that moment his existence would never be the same. And also in that moment, he knew his eyes weren’t lying, and you looked exactly like his greatest love, Hyacinthus, it was almost uncanny.

Apollo wasn’t going to let you go, not like Daphne, not like Cyparissus, not like Cassandra, and definitely not like Hyacinthus. He wouldn’t let another opportunity gifted to him by The Fates slip through his fingers again, not this time.

“Hi…” you’d said uncertainly, still looking, still intrigued, still breathing. A nervous-looking smile had appeared on your lips, awaiting for his response.

Apollo was about to give you that reply, when the warm head on his bare chest nuzzled against him. He was snapped out of his reminiscing by that small movement, bringing him back to the current moment. He’d gotten back from rising the sun in his chariot a little while ago, with both your usual orders from Starbucks, and unlike usual, you were still fast asleep. Of course, he’d done the only sensible thing - took off his shirt, gotten into bed and held you until you’d wake up.

Apollo looks down at you, expecting to find your peaceful sleeping face, but instead gets surprised by your very sleepy face looking up at him, a small frown on your lips.

“Good morning, my Flower,” Apollo murmurs, a dimpled grin forming on his face at your sleepy face. A hand that was previously on your back left to go stroke your hair, while he very sneakily scanned your neck and shoulders for any marks he left last night.

“‘Morning,” you grumble in response, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s waist and trying to bury your face in his chest to go back to sleep.

“Here,” Apollo chuckles, reaching over to the bedside table, “I got this for you.”

It was comical how quick you sit up, eagerly taking the drink Apollo’s holding out for you. Your eyes lit up with the first sip, the drink made exactly how you like it, and still at the perfect temperature - even though that’s how it is every morning, from wherever your boyfriend gets breakfast from. But it’s hard to get used to the inhuman abilities olympians have, especially when one’s your boyfriend.

“Thank you, ‘Polls,” you coo after another sip, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss on Apollo’s lips.

Apollo doesn’t let the kiss be fleeting, you just look too sweet and pretty smiling down at him with his sun shining brightly behind you, like his own perfect angel. His hand presses the back of your head down, keeping your lips pressed to his as he deepens the kiss, searching for more. His other hand took the drink out of your hand, placing it the nearest nightstand.

With your hands free now, Apollo flipped you over, causing you to erupt in giggles, throwing your head back against the pillows behind you. Apollo grinned down at you, letting your intoxicating giggles die down before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

Looking down at you, bathed in the sunlight pouring through the big windows, Apollo could see every bit of your face - every mole, every crease, every scar - everything, and he’s in love every bit, every single inch of you.

“I love you,” Apollo murmurs, looking into your eyes - your eyes, even though they look all too familiar, they’re yours. He couldn’t distinguish that at first, but, at some point, he found himself falling in love with you, with every single inch of you, not just the bits that look like Hyacinthus.

“I love you, too.”