#apollo snv

[resfrio]

you know I just HAD to do it

He has the same diva energy even if Apollo takes significantly less L's and is prettier lol

[prinzrupprecht]

Asking them if you’re their type

Featuring: Susano’o, Loki, Qin, and Apollo ( part 1 )

Ight new series! And yes, established relationship.

Part 2.

Warnings? Mostly fluff.

Susano’o

Being the wife of the sword god, you must’ve impressed him somehow. Well, you were yet you were having doubts about why he asked for your hand in marriage of all the women he could’ve wanted.

You were an ordinary fighter. You used the legendary Kusanagi no Tsurugi sword and created new wind-style techniques. While Susano’o used the Totsuka-no-Tsurugi. Was it by luck you had created such a fine blade? Susano’o had spotted you training one day and was acting crazy over your techniques.

He begged you to teach him your kenjutsu techniques that you’ve learnt from humans. In a way, you liked how he was super fun to be around with until he told everyone from the Shinto pantheon that you were his wife. It was supposed to be a secret to keep quiet. Amaterasu? You were certain she wanted to kill you. However, you were a female sword goddess like Susano’o except you weren’t for the seas and storms. You represented warm breezes and spring. They found you as the perfect match for him.

“Oh no, he’s gone somewhere again…” you mumbled looking ahead over the hill but Susano’o was already fighting in a new battle showing off his sword skills.

“You see that! It barely scratched me,” Susano’o was enthusiastic despite all the humans that watched him kill such a beast to save them. He was dressed and disguised differently when he was around them. You haven’t been a saviour to anyone unlike him. Your insecurities were eating at you more. Were you really supposed to be his wife? On a good note, he had no interest in other women or wanted to take on concubines or a second wife.

You two walked towards your small lodge home in the Honshu region. Susano’o always changes back to his normal form and appearance when he’s alone with you or those who were considered his family from the Shinto Temple. It’s very rare he would socialize with humans and it’s against the rules for you and him to actually talk to humans.

He was very affectionate, but mostly it’s him holding you in his lap and talking in your ear about his passions with the sword. You loved listening to him and falling asleep soundlessly on him. You always woke up being suffocated by his big arms holding you in place.

As the two of you returned, you turned to your loving husband and asked him the question that had been bothering you. “Susano’o-san, why did you ask me to be your wife? Am I really your type? Sometimes it feels like our personalities are different,” you felt a sting of embarrassment stir in your lower abdomen waiting for him to answer.

His face turned serious as he stopped what he was doing— sharpening his sword as soon as you two returned. His mouth gaped and you stood frozen a few feet away from him. “I never felt more like myself around someone who understands me. What’s better than not having the sword goddess with the sword god? So of course, you’re my type in every way possible!” One of his hands cupped one side of your cheek.

“What if I said no to your proposal?” You were acting innocent and he gave you a puzzled stare.

“I don’t think I would’ve taken no for an answer,” his response made your heart beat faster as he wrapped his arms around your body.

Loki

You loved him; everything about him. Even accepting his weird side. Was it normal? No. He used to tell you he had a massive crush on Brunhilde before you came along and cured him. Massive? Why would he tell you that? Loki normally wasn’t honest about such things regarding his feelings. You had wondered if he was toying with you once again.

You weren’t a goddess of trickery so you had no idea how you made him move on and treat you as his woman. You have always liked him since childhood. Yet, it turns out he had a thing for the Valkyrie woman and you never knew about it. A part of you was happy he had used you as a stepping stone to move on from Brunhilde— someone who would’ve never liked him back. You wanted to believe you weren’t a rebound, but the doubts were still there. He doesn’t mention her and only pays attention to you mostly.

He even gets jealous of other men who were guards of Asgard that compliment you. You wondered what made him like you. You weren’t anything like Brunhilde at all. She was brave and cold towards others. You were quiet, shy and very observant of your surroundings.

You were fixing up one of the gowns Loki had gotten you. It had a bad tear in it and you wanted to fix it up and wear it for him. You were using a sewing machine before Loki barged into your room. “Where were you? Thor said you didn’t appear at the main hall to greet some of our guests.” Loki saw you holding the gown in your hands. It was all torn up and you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“What happened? I’ll get you anoth— actually, I’ll fix it.” Loki started to feel bad that the gown he got you had a tear in it, and you didn’t make an appearance with him to the meeting with some important gods of the pantheon.

“One of the cats got spooked when I entered my room and had accidentally ripped the dress a bit that was hung up while running out of the room. I wanted to fix it and wear it… for you.” You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. Loki was embarrassed realizing he was the cat and fell speechless for a moment. Why did you want to fix such a thing that he found in the commoner’s section of the palace? He didn’t want to tell you that but a deep part of him felt saddened you were going through such lengths for this dress he got you.

“Why not wear something else?” He grabbed your hands but you shook your head. Loki was puzzled for a moment but he knew he wouldn’t be able to change your mind.

He grabbed one of the needles and attached the string to it. He was using magic to sew it up quicker than the machine.

“Done. Are you happy?”

“One more thing before I put it on and be yours for the night.” You nodded. Weren’t you already his? Loki had thought but didn’t say anything.

“Am I really your type? Like wouldn’t everyone there find me… too different to be with you?” You brought the dress up to your face to cover your embarrassment.

“I wouldn’t be going to such extreme lengths to keep you with me if I didn’t like you. I’d prefer you like this and not anything like me. Now, put this on and it’s not for one night. You mean more than that to me,” he lifted your chin up with his index finger.

You nodded gleefully and happy with his answer. You were certain he was telling the truth.

Qin Shi Huang

You were his empress, named and married to him. Despite his reluctance in wanting to marry anyone before he met you— a hard-headed woman who didn’t want any man to sway you. You fought against his army to survive. He was conquering lands and is the emperor and king of the Qin dynasty period of China.

You couldn’t tolerate him in the beginning. He liked ruling and ordering people around. However, you didn’t care who he was. Royal or commoner, everyone was the same to you. Zheng saw you as someone he wanted and desired. It felt impossible for him to obtain despite your reluctance and hard-headed nature.

“I heard you were giving the maids a bit of a hard time earlier,” Zheng walked into your shared room with a curious look on his face despite the blindfold. He was right but also had it wrong. You overheard them talking about how they wanted to be his mistress despite he was yours. It’s not uncommon for imperial rulers to have multiple wives, consorts or mistresses when the man is bored. You had torn down Zheng’s proposals to be his woman many times. He still never gave up but something in you snapped at those maids.

Chasing a man who is already married? How disrespectful. “Sorry for my behaviour, they said some things I didn’t like.” You muttered before turning your head away from him in embarrassment. You were trying to conceal your face from him.

“They upset you? Shall I have them punished—"

“N–No, not at all!” Your voice must’ve squeaked when he suggested punishment. Qin was oblivious to what others felt about him, but his eyes were only glued to you.

Qin walked towards you before forcing your face to look up to him. He took his blindfold off since you two were alone. He was going to speak once again to not let others get to you.

Your insecurities have been eating at you lately and you spoke before he did. “Zheng… am I really your type?” You were flustered but he was not.

“Ha, what? My type? What does that suppose to mean? I just like what I see and if I want something, I’ll do whatever in my power to achieve that. Is that a perfect answer for you, my empress?” He leaned in to call you his empress. Your heart must’ve jumped to your throat. You had no idea what to say to that. He wanted you for a long time and now he has you?

You were satisfied and sighed showing how weak you were in front of him. Only he was able to get you this flustered and feeling vulnerable around him. He loved it and loved making you a mess during private times.

Apollo

Being the wife of Apollo came with a lot of work. Previously you were just a lower-ranked deity of the Greek pantheon that served the Olympus Palace. Apollo didn’t care that much about your existence in the beginning, but it bothered him that you weren’t into him or swayed by his beauty. It dented his ego and turned him into someone who chased you and not the other way around.

Oh, how you miss the old days of being someone who wasn’t very important to anyone. You were quiet, shy and liked to read on your own without being bothered. You were a deity of knowledge and wisdom. You liked history and watching over humanity to learn about their existence. Your whole purpose was to learn and expand your knowledge. Why or how did Apollo come to like you? It was a mystery to you.

You hated the women he used to surround himself with constantly. Not because you were jealous, they were constantly fawning over him and melting in the halls in his presence. It made you uncomfortable how they talked about him a lot when all you cared about was the library and archives. You never cared about getting to know the other gods at the Olympus palace, but maybe because of how different you were made the sun god fall for you.

Apollo had followed you into the archives numerous times considering he was also the God of Philosophy and wanted to get to know the woman obsessed with knowledge. Was he that fascinated with you? He would comment about how your beauty exceeds others and had asked for your hand in marriage. You told him no unless you were the only one which you had hoped he’d leave and decline your request. However, he accepted it. Were you surprised? Yes. He had to give up some part of him just so he could have you to himself. He hasn’t touched any other woman other than you since.

This brought you to wonder why you? Were you his type? What even is his type? He always told others you were his wife. It’s been several years since then. You had lost count. He was busy with many things regarding the Greek pantheon. Whenever Zeus asked him to do something, he was quick to his feet to do it.

You loved him and it took time to realize it. Apollo was deeply in love with everything about you in the beginning. You were sitting alone while reading in the library thinking about your husband. “Why are you still here? It’s late.” You heard Apollo’s voice near the entrance of the room from behind. Oh, it was late? You didn’t say much but closed the book and smiled. Immediately Apollo knew something was wrong and walked over to you to see what you were doing. He picked up one of the books that were lying in front of you on your desk. Romance novels? You never read fiction. You always preferred research.

“I didn’t take you for being into this sort of thing?” he placed the book back down on the desk. You weren’t embarrassed in all honestly. He was someone that was easy to open up to.

“I’m just curious, humans that have written these books over the years must’ve experienced or strongly desire the connection with someone… am I someone you wanted that connection with? Sometimes I feel like… I’m not your type.” Your question made Apollo reach for your hands and hold them.

He hummed, “there’s no such thing as being my type. My type is someone who I deem worthy of my love. What a rhetorical thing to ask, but I can’t deny the connection I felt for you, in the beginning, was something more deep than a simple desire. Did I want you? You already know the answer to that but since you like the comfort of hearing it from me, then yes, I was very interested in you from the start.” His response had you feeling weak for him more.

“Let’s head to bed, or do you want me to keep you awake?” He leaned in your ear as one hand cupped your left cheek.

You weren’t going to get much sleep that night and you were right.

Note: part 2 has no ETA release date. May take a day break unless I get a request that piques my interest.

[cakeandpudding1]

Hello author!! May i read your rules about making requests. And I'd like to request headcanons for yandere platonic Poseidon who is readers NON-biological dad?

And then maybe if reader could be a mermaid who can turn human whenever she wants, but is forced to stay a mermaid by Poseidon's rules, and she just stays lonely?

But then, suddenly, Yandere!apollo stumbles across reader and falls inlove? How would that go? No need to rush, but I'm happy that you make apollo and Poseidon works, and I'd love for you to fulfill my request! :)

OMG APOLLO AND POSEIDON REQUESTS??? I'D LOVE TO!!!

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Warnings : Yandere tendencies, possessive behaviors, yanderes in general.

Characters : Apollo, Poseidon.

Platonic yandere!non biological dad!Poseidon × mermaid!reader × yandere!apollo

🐚Seashore princess🐚

Poseidon was never one to talk about anything above the sea. Especially not to you. He had found you a few years ago, interestingly enough when you were a little baby. A little baby with it's other half...a fish tail?

He, by a miracle, took you in. He couldn't explain it, he felt so connected to you in some way. At first, he just left you there, thinking that maybe some couple had abandoned you. He thought that maybe some nymph will take pity and take you in. But before he could twist and turn the water to float you to a nearby village without harm— he just couldn't. Hearing your annoying cries, reaching your little arms to him. You were hungry.

With a big sigh of annoyance, he told his trusted servant to bring over whatever was best suited for you. Be it a bottle of milk or seaweed.

You wouldn't stop clinging to him, which he thought was a huge hassle. But after seeing you snuggled against him asleep, you started to grow on him. So he decided to keep you with him for a little while.

That 'little while', ended up lasting till you've fully grown and matured into a young lady. You even learned to transform your tail into human feet.

Poseidon didn't like that, forcing you to stay in the water as a mermaid. Always under his watch. And on one daring occasion, you were able to swim away off to the further parts of the sea. After a lot of brainstorming and hesitation, you were out.

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That doesn't mean you've fully escaped him. Don't you hear all those rumbling and earthquakes? Let's pretend not to hear them, yeah? That's a bad idea.

Because of your father's rage, the tides became too strong, pushing you farther and farther to a place you weren't familiar with. Before everything went black.

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"I swear that place was around here somewhere."

Apollo had been wandering around, wanting to get some fresh air from the sea until he spotted you.

"Oh? A surprise?"

Washed up on shore, the first thing that caught his eye was a beautiful tail shimmering in the sun's light. Slowly approaching you with caution and examining your features, he was astonished.

How beautiful.

You had began to awaken, but seeing a stranger scared you. The feeling of his fingertips trace your delicate scales, like it was some form of new species.

Now, your ideas of humans were full of stars and candy. But all thanks to Poseidon, he had successfully twisted your idea of the outside world. Making you believe that all strangers were very horrible, and if they had the chance, they would take you for your tail, or your title of being his daughter. And now that Apollo was right in your face, you were reasonably very scared.

When you tried to crawl back to the water, you felt his arms wrap under your tail, and your waist. Carrying you before you could react.

"I don't bite, what's the hurry?"

"Please don't hurt me! I'm not supposed to be here!"

Your cries I intrigued him. Were you not aware of who he was? Besides that, why were you so scared? Before he could try asking you further, your face contorted. Big fat tears streamed down your eyes, your hands clutching onto the fabric of his clothes in a desprate attempt to persuade him.

"I don't know where I am... If you would be so kind.. please don't hurt me. Very bad things will happen to you if he finds out you hurt me! Please believe me. I beg you."

"..."

"Hush, won't you, fishy? Why don't you explain to me how such a beauty like you ended up here?"

You really didn't have much of a choice. Trusting him enough to tell him that you were the adopted daughter of the god of the seas was bound to happen. And when you told him, his expression was priceless.

You were soft spoken, and innocent. Incredibly beautiful too. Who knew that guy was capable of raising something so sweet and irresistible? Poseidon was like the polar opposite of you.

"So Posei-justice boy really knows his thing, huh? But to go as far as taking pity on you and raising you...pftt..what a strange turn of events."

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The tides grew angrier and angrier by the second. And when you noticed, you begged him to take you somewhere far and safe. To him, it was just a little storm that his uncle was brewing cus he was probably feeling grumpy again. But to you, it meant something greater than that.

He didn't waste any time pondering about where to take you, no. He already had plans for you! In his place! It had a huge pool on the floating island he stayed in. And he can't turn down a chance of getting to know you better.

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After rushing you to his place, he had settled you inside of his pool. Bask in his glory, and praise him well, cause this is your new 'habitat' or whatever he calls it. Adjusting was pretty easy for you, since he played it gentle. He would invite nymphs over to come play with you and accompany you. Maybe even experiment your taste and wonder what sorts of things you like.

He quickly grew a deep connection with you, believing it was fate. And since his curious father poked around, he had to introduce you to Zeus as well.

Now this time, for Zeus, he already knew about his dear brother Poseidon's thing about keeping you locked up. He had met you a long while back, trying to feed you fish food. Only to his brothers dismay. Well he got kicked out, and never saw you again after that, which really shows just how Poseidon was willing to keep you in there forever.

"Don't you remember me? I'm your uncle! I tried to feed you when you were still a little baby fish!"

You were very overwhelmed with meeting all the new people, especially since you were still trying to practice transforming into a full human again. You kept stumbling around, everywhere. Your transformations could only last for a certain amount of time,and it was very frustrating. You were also very timid and wary of your surroundings, since you lived your whole life unaware of so many things.

So Apollo brought it up on himself to find a way to let you explore without getting hurt. Something that helps him keep an eye on you, and also let's you stay in the water. But the problem is how and where to find it? No. What he needs is someone who knows his crafts better than anything. Someone who can create even the most complicated of ideas...

"Of course!" Apollo said out loud to one of the pillars Infront of him. He had been talking to himself and pacing around the room, wondering how to fix the issue that even the bird outside his window got tired. But all that aside, he knew the perfect person fitted for this sort of stuff.

Who better to ask than his dear brother Hephaestus? That genius knows how to make countless things, why not give it a shot?

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"Hephy, how are you?"

*Clink*

"I told you to quit it with the name already. Whaddya want?"

*Clink*

"Well, you see...I might have a little favour to ask of you. As my dear beloved brother. I need something made for me."

Hephaestus finally stops hammering a piece of metal, and looks over to him. "What is it?"

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"So, what you're asking me to make you... Is a device that can keep the girl stay in water. While also being able to go with you everywhere to explore?"

"You catch on quickly, hephy."

With a heavy sigh, Hephaestus turns back to his work bench, and continues hammering. "Give me three days."

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And with that, he came up with a necklace. A necklace that Apollo can wear. And you? You're the pendant. A necklace that shrinks you and places you inside of it. And it's full of water! like those keychains with pretty liquid inside. But the purpose is for you to explore the outside without being seen and reported to Poseidon. Believe it or not, that sea god has a lot of ways to take you back.

Before anyone questions how it's even possible to create a device like that, stop. It's Hephaestus, he's good at this, okay?

"How are you in there?" Apollo asked you, his fingers pulling on the string of his necklace, bringing you closer to his face. You were tiny now, perfect. In response, you give him a smile, one that you've practiced ever since being locked up as a mermaid. "You know, I never thought I'd go around carrying a little fishbowl around my neck. But things are never normal around here, are they?"

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Things were well, things were fun. You explore many different places, experiencing things that you could only dream of. Both you and Apollo falling deeply in love in the process. To you, it was a dream. To Apollo, it was more than that. Part of him wanted you go out and explore, but the other part of him felt something completely different. Maybe it was just a little side effect from being with you. Or maybe, he was beginning to experience a feeling towards you that would only worsen.

Would you blame him if he didn't want you to go back to where you were supposed to be? Maybe he wanted you to stay with him forever. I mean, you need him, that's for sure.

You both were so caught up on eachother, making you forget about one tiny thing. Your seashell necklace. The one Poseidon gifted to you a little while back. It was your symbol, a showed who you were, and where you were from.

Back at the palace, this tiny thing you forgot about would make a very big deal.

.

"Believe me, my lord. There is no mistake, it must be her." Proteus had caught on to your plans long before you had even escaped. He never believed you'd actually go through with escaping your father, his lord. But he went up to the shore, and found your necklace that Poseidon had given you.

"I will inform all others to be on the lookout for her, my lord." Proteus bowed his head respectfully to the one before him. Both his hands carrying a silver tray with a fancy cushion, a delicate necklace resting on top of it.

This same exact necklace was now in the hands of a man. Sitting on his throne, pupils boring into the mollusk resting on his palm. It's strings separated and worn out, a sign of what they went through to get to that state. This was a reminder of your freedom, your escape. He was anything but happy about your rebellious attitude towards him, especially since you always did what he told you. Never once had you not followed his orders. A shadow loomed over his eyes, and veins on his jaw clearly popping out. You made a mistake angering someone you've spent your whole life learning to never turn against.

Poseidon.

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---fin---

This took me so long

[strawberryhenisey]

I'd let the world burn for you

RoR men letting the world burn for you

Hades 💀🥀

He'd destroy the whole universe if he has too

You have this man wrapped around your fingers

You told him how you hate how vile humans are in earth

One say, and he'll do it in a blink of an eye

He doesn't care about what other gods will say about his reckless decision

When he makes a decision he does it

"Love, you said you hated how vile people on earth are right?"

You got goosebumps as he showed you a magic ball that shows what's happening in earth

Poseidon🌊🔱

Now this man won't burn the world for you

He'll drown the whole world for you

He will also cause earthquakes

When you get injured because a man from earth almost killed you that's when he started a big earthquakes

He started off with small earthquakes so you wouldn't suspect what he's doing to earth

He then little by little caused tsunamis and destructive earthquakes

Slowly but surely the world would drown

Not only that but it will be torn apart because of the earthquakes

"I'm sorry dear but I had to do this, I believe that an eye for an eye, is a life for a life"

He has no regrets on what he did, they should've known what was coming when they caused such a small injury, that caused more than a few

Apollo☀️🪻

He hates ugly things

And what humans do are ugly

Especially when he heard you almost got violated by a mere man that was his final straw

He shall not forgive anyone who even dares to try and hurt you

He then conspired with Helios of course, for he is the personification of the sun

Together they had a very beautiful plan

So he then went up to you and smiled

"My beautiful sunflower, no one is gonna hurt you anymore"

Of course no one will, they're all burning from the closeness of the sun to earth, all thanks to Helios' help they managed to burn the whole world in just a few moments

Thank you for reading (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[forbidden-sunlight]

Yandere!Apollo with fem!giyuu!reader scenario

Yandere!Apollo: I am the most powerful and beautiful god in the Greek pantheon! I am loved by the ladies, yet none of them are able to fill the hole in my heart. Will I forever be a devastatingly handsome bachelor for all of eternity?

In the ninth round of Ragnarok, his opponent was none other than the former Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps. No matter how he manipulated the Thread of Artemis to end this fight quickly as the idea of injuring a fair maiden is an irredeemable crime in itself, Giyuu!reader defies all logic with her Breathing Style and lands more than a few hits on his magnificent body. Their match ends in a draw, much to the shock of the crowd ... especially when she used his threads to tie him up and just walk out of the arena without saying another word. 

Yandere!Apollo could only stare at the small mortal as she got further and further away, feeling his heart hammer uncontrollably against his bruised ribs. Was this….lust…love? Or something he had yet to experience before? 

Meanwhile, King Leonidas watched from the sidelines with a disgusted grimace. He did not like the expression on the shithead god’s face. Not one damned bit. He’ll need to talk to Giyuu!reader as soon as possible. 

Regardless of the fact that she is an honorable and powerful warrior in her own right, Giyuu!reader was not the sharpest arrow in the quiver. 

[bellamyroselia]

Can I rant about RoR Apollo for a hot second? Mostly about the fact that he’s not Zeus’ son, as that’s my one big gripe with him. Now to be clear I don’t hate this change on paper, it’s the execution that’s the problem. Unlike with Heracles, I don’t feel like Apollo’s character would change in a significant way if he was a son of the old bastard like he was the myths. Is the implication here that his life would’ve been much easier had he been part of the family? It kinda falls flat when you remember that in the mythos, Apollo didn’t exactly have an easy childhood and things only started to get easier for him once he became much older. Honestly the only one of Zeus’ divine children who you could even argue had an easy childhood is Hebe, and her absence could warrant a rant of its own - tf you mean Heracles’ wife who was also worshiped as the goddess of forgiveness, who people honored by pardoning supplicants and in whose sacred grove freed prisoners hung their chains isn’t here? He’s the one god who would’ve benefited from having his wife present the most!

At least it would mean that Apollo wouldn’t be having horny thoughts about his older brother’s granddaughters (yes, Coronis and Marpessa are both Ares’ granddaughters), but since Poseidon, Dionysus and Zeus are also guilty of this behavior (as Molione, Althaea, Semele and Leda are also Ares’ granddaughters), no real difference is being made here. And it’s a shame too, because I think that he’s only one in Zeus’ main child squad who you could say isn’t Zeus’ and make it interesting in this kind of setting. You could also say Dionysus isn’t his, but it wouldn’t be anywhere near as interesting as Apollo

To explain this, a quick history lesson - you could separate ancient Greece to three eras, the Bronze Age Mycenaean era (around 1750-1050 BC), the transitional Greek Dark Ages (around 1100-800 BC) and the Classical Antiquity (around 800 BC - 400 AD). The Pantheon with the 12 Olympians at its helm was worshiped during Classical Antiquity and it formed into its recognizable form during the Dark Ages. Some familiar faces however already existed and were worshiped during the Mycenaean era, here are some major gods we know for certain existed during the Mycenaean period:

Zeus (𐀇𐀸 & 𐀇𐀺, Di-we & Di-wo)

Hera (𐀁𐀨, E-ra)

Poseidon (𐀡𐀮𐀅𐀃 & 𐀡𐀮𐀅𐀺𐀚, Po-se-da-o & Po-se-da-wo-ne)

Ares (𐀀𐀩, A-re)

Hephaestus (𐀀𐀞𐀂𐀴𐀍, A-pa-i-ti-jo)

Athena (𐀀𐀲𐀙, A-ta-na)

Artemis (𐀀𐀳𐀖𐀵 & 𐀀𐀴𐀖𐀳, A-te-mi-to & A-ti-mi-te)

Hermes (𐀁𐀔𐁀, E-ma-a2)

Dionysus (𐀇𐀺𐀝𐀰, Di-wo-nu-so)

Hades is generally agreed to have not existed during the Mycenaean era. Most common theories about how he came to be are that during the Dark Ages he split off from an already existing Mycenaean deity, with his most likely historical ‘parent deity’ being either Poseidon or Zeus.

Aphrodite is the only one of the 12 Olympians that’s widely agreed to have started her existence as an import deity. Her name isn’t found in the Mycenaean Linear B writings and her earliest known places of worship were known to have Phoenician colonies to which they brought not just their wares for trade, but also their culture and gods as well. The Phoenician goddess Astarte (associated with love, beauty and war interestingly enough, could explain why Aphrodite and Ares are a thing) was a major influence to Aphrodite’s character and the mythological story of Aphrodite forming out of seafoam and being brought to the shores of either Cyprus or Cythera is thought to represent her cult arriving to Greece.

And well, this has nothing to do with anything but a name similar to Adamas’ has been found in Linear B writings, although it’s a personal name (𐀀𐀅𐀔𐀃, A-da-ma-o). I just thought it was funny.

So about Apollo - his name isn’t found Linear B writings but one of his epithets is, this being Paean (𐀞𐀊𐀺𐀚, Pa-ja-wo-ne). This is an epithet he shares with his son Asclepius. Paean is however treated by Homer as a separate being from Apollo and Asclepius, as it’s Paean who’s the physician of the gods, treating the wounds of Ares and Hades rather than either member of the father/son duo. So while there’s a clear connection between the two, Paean isn’t just Apollo under another name, he’s more likely just a part of what would later become Apollo. But if Paean is just one part of Apollo, where could we find some other parts? Well, from the Hittite records we can find something quite interesting.

From the Hittite records we can find the Alaksandu treaty, where the king of the Luwian city Wilusa, Alaksandu signed a treaty with the Hittite king Muwatalli II. One of the gods evoked in this treaty in the side of Wilusa is named Apaliunas (𒀀𒀊𒉺𒇷𒌋𒈾𒀸, Āppaliunāš). Our knowledge of Apaliunas is pretty murky, but one thing that’s theorized about him is that his name could possibly mean ‘The One Who Entraps’, most likely referring to him as a hunter. So his and Apollo’s names sound similar and Apollo was also associated with hunting (although to a lesser degree than Artemis), but why should we care of it beyond that? Because Wilusa has been identified with Troy - yes, that Troy, the city Apollo was the patron god of, the city of which walls he built, the city he supported during the Trojan war, the city whose two princes (Hector and Troilus) he favored and was sometimes said to have fathered, that Troy. With this in mind the fact that Apollo and Paean were portrayed as separate characters in the Iliad starts to makes sense; Apollo’s primary purpose in the narrative is fill out Apaliunas’ role as Wilusa/Troy’s patron.

(As a side note, I think the Trojan war would’ve been a fascinating conflict to see properly in this setting because it could’ve mixed mythology and history together in such an interesting way. We know from Hittite sources that there was unrest surrounding Wilusa and that the Achaeans likely were involved as they had a habit of supporting anti-Hittite forces, so while there definitely wasn’t a war fought over the world’s most beautiful woman like there was in mythology, it’s easy to come into the conclusion that these conflicts could’ve served as an inspiration for the idea of the Trojan war. In RoR, these conflicts could’ve coexisted alongside the Trojan war and perhaps serve as additional reasons as to why the Achaeans were so eager to go to a large-scale war with Wilusa/Troy.  And I fully admit that this is mostly due to the theories about how Paris and Achilles may have been inspired by real people, Paris’ speculated real life inspiration being the already mentioned Alaksandu. As for Achilles, there’s an interesting paper about how he may have been inspired an actual person, and to be honest I’d prefer having him over Achilles - I know he’s mentioned but to be frank I don’t give a damn about that, we could just say that no one bothered to remember who he really was and therefore a wrong name was used. That and Achilles is actually much younger than Heracles, young enough to be Heracles' grandson, so him even being mentioned doesn't make sense at all unless it uses the 'Achilles may have originally been the name of a minor water deity' hypothesis. If the Achilles must make an appearance, he could be a shadow clone the real deal can summon at will which originally started as him in his prime, but which later evolved into Achilles as his legacy started to get a life of its own. That could be kinda cool actually.)

Considering the above, one could speculate the following - Apaliunas was brought from Anatolia to Greece at one point during the late Mycenaean period or the early Dark Ages, he gained a following, he was at some point syncretized with Paean and possibly some other deities we don’t know of, eventually reaching the point where they were inseparable to the point of being the same entity, the god Apollo. This is precisely why I think Apollo not being Zeus’ son in RoR was wasted potential. If he wasn’t going to be part of the immediate Olympian family, why not then have him be two deities fused together? One was left behind by his Greek peers and another is a lone survivor of his Pantheon, they were brought together by a lucky chance and they managed to find solace with each other. When they failed to find ground to stand on besides each other yet apart, they chose to become one god in order to make sure that they’ll survive, that they’re never left behind again, never forgotten again. Paean and Apaliunas then manage to carve their own place to stand on as this new god, eventually just becoming this one singular being. They’re now inseparable, there’s no ‘they’ any longer, it’s just him, Apollo. He has walked through a long road to become the god he is now, but he hasn’t forgotten who he originally was as he still carries pieces of his old identities around, such as him being the god of medicine and archery. He’s the combined legacy of the two gods he originally was and as long as he exists, they’ll never be truly forgotten.

Now would this change Apollo’s character? Maybe not that drastically but yeah, it definitely still would. But it would also use the interesting set-up of him not being Zeus’ child and make something unique out of it. Instead we got… Well, we got nothing and it’s boring. It made me feel disappointed and ask ‘What was the point?’ because why change something well-established if you aren’t going to do anything interesting with it. Yeah, there certainly is a reason why fanworks pretty much always just have him as a member of Zeus’ child squad. Oh well, there’s no point crying over spilled milk. Such is the curse of knowing obscure information that could enhance certain plot points, but which the authors certainly don't have access to. At least it could make some interesting fanfiction but I’m not going to be writing that because just coming up with 24 participants, 12 sponsors, weapons and thematic matchups is hard and I’ve only managed think of few scattered scenarios.

[amphitriteswife]

💛🧡Rejection🧡💛

Tagging: @praisethesuuun @mizz-sea-nymph @nicasdreamer @swallowtail-lotus

I know i made it male reader but feel free to see your oc sunny!😈

Apollo x male! Reader.

Apollo, god of the Sun, one of the 12 olympians and twin brother of the moon goddess herself, Artemis. That’s what he was most known for. Yet many forgot he was so much more than that. For example being the god of medicine, music, boys, knowledge and so much more. He was well loved among the ancient greeks. Often seen as the male beauty. In many of his famous tales Apollo falls in love with a man or woman, yet it always ends badly for them, causing Apollo to have them turned into flowers. Yet despite all the recognition, the glorious tales of him defeating the monster Python… he wasn’t always a saint.

Clutching your bow in one hand, you looked at the boar you just hunted. The boar was usually a symbol or offer to the lady Artemis herself. Once again, failing to have an offer for the god you worship. It was tiring and disappointing. Now it was a waste if you didn’t do anything with the now dead boar. Until the idea hit you that you might offer it to Artemis without entering her temple as only women or her priestesses are allowed to enter in. Walking in the direction of the temple you met one of the priestesses, giving her the boar and turning on your heel to go back to train with your bow, yet you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being followed. It was an uneasy feeling in your gut that told you to keep watching who was behind you. Ignoring the feeling but not the suspicion, you clutched your bow and narrowed your eyes. The sudden sound of leaves rattling made you alert as you quickly raised your bow, pulling out an arrow and aiming at the source of the sound, your hand pulling on the string before firing the arrow without missing a beat.

Steading your breath, you listing closely, hearing the sound of your arrow hitting something followed by a rather loud and dramatic ‘OW’ which made you a bit stunned before you hesitantly walked into the direction of where you shot your arrow. Moving some of the leaves and bushes you could finally see…a naked man in the lake? The sight was honestly a little baffling since most of the warriors were already back at the training camp, and not to mention the light shade of the pink hair which was a unusual color for human hair, walking closer you could see the little red liquid in the pond water, slowly getting thinner the more it stayed in the water. Following the trail of blood you could recognize seeing your own arrow in the right shoulder of the man. The man seemed confused as to why he suddenly got hit by an arrow. Your arrow. Guilt filled your being as you walked closer to the man, wanting to help him stop the bleeding yet when you were about to call him out he pulled out the arrow himself. His hand hovered over the cut before a yellow light surrounded the area where he ws hurt, the wound slowly closing under the dim light.

Suddenly, the man turned behind him. Staring at you wide eyed. He had hazel pupils, something that was rare, yet not unusual. You too stared back at him shocked. Who the hell was this man? Was it a magician? A witch? Should you tell someone? This can’t be real. This cannot be happening. ‘You look like you saw a ghost…well I’m even better.’ The man spoke to you, his hazel eyes focused on you. He had sharp features and a cocky arrogant smirk playing on his thin yet pink lips. He had a nice, lean yet muscular body and his voice was smooth and almost velvety…it made your head a little light and dizzy. ‘Are you feeling alright mortal? Can’t have you passing out on me?’ He told you in a hearty chuckling tone. He was suspicious. He must’ve done something to you. Your vision was a little clouded and your head felt heavy. ‘What have you done to me?’ You asked him placing one hand on your head. Massaging it a little. Your eyes focused on the suspicious man. The man Hmph-ed and scoffed. Closing his eyes, seemingly hurt and offended that he was accused of something like that.

‘I didn’t do anything, you idiot. Who do you take me for? That’s no way to talk your god!’ he said to you, crossing his arms and keeping his head high. How arrogant! And why is he claiming to be a god? That’s disrespectful! Claiming to be a god is highly disrespectful and insulting to your religion. ‘You can’t just claim you’re a god mister. It’s disrespectful.’ You told him carefully which made him scoff at you. ‘I’m no pretender! Seriously who do you take me for! It’s me! Apollo! Your lord! Your sweet, charming, loving, amazing sun god!’ Apollo told you proud fully, his strawberry pink like hair glistening in the waters. But he couldn’t help but chuckle when he looked at your flabbergasted face. His arms reached out to your body and he pulled you in the water with him. His hands on your broad shoulders while he looked you deep into your eyes, his face held a confident smirk and his hands soon began to make its way to your face, cupping it slightly. ‘Keep your god company, won’t you?’ Apollo asked you softly whispering in your ear. The sudden action once again made your head spin.

There was no denying that Apollo was attractive and charming….and seductive. But it was still highly Inappropriate to have something with the god you worship. Would you be allowed to go into the temple again? What if you end up like most of his lovers who have met unfortunate fates? Dying isn’t something you wanted…even if being with your god seemed like a dream. Would it really be a good choice to accept? Is that really what you want? So many questions yet so little answers. It made you dizzy and uncomfortable which cause you to take a fews steps back which made the god stunned. ‘I don’t know if that’s what i want...’ You told him slowly and carefully. You didn’t want to make quick and reckless decisions.. there was too much at stake. ‘I decline. I’m sorry my lord’ You told him carefully but firmly. Even if you loved your god, it was still platonic and admiration. Not romantic love like he hoped.

To not make the situation worse you walked out of the waters, apologized for the arrow and took your leave. Leaving Apollo, even if it was still hard to process in your state of disbelief that it was really him, alone in the waters who was confused himself. Apollo was never rejected by anyone, causing him to have a stir of mixed emotions. He was hurt that you didn’t feel for him. Yet also angry you had the audacity to reject him. Yet also admiration that you wanted to put yourself first. He himself felt strange, but he was a powerful and confident being. And rejection won’t be a final answer. After all. In Apollo’s myths he never took no for an answer either…

🌻Thank you for reading! 🌻

[chrollo-lucilfers-chains]

Can you tell I recently watched both 'The Holiday' and 'Record of Rangarok'?

He is stranded on Midgard, of all places.

There had been a battle in the heavenly realm and he, mighty Apollo, had been thrown through the Bifröst with nothing more than his toga. Snow creatures had descended upon the heavenly realm in alarming numbers and they'd made plans for each of the gods to counter their strengths. Some sort of artifact too.

Hades had yelled something to him just before Apollo had been hit by the weapon but he hadn't heard him.

And then those monsters had pushed him down to midgard without blinking. Him. The sun! Light of Asgard!

Oh, he'd burn their eyes with the lights of thousand suns as soon as he'd get back. Raising his right hand to call upon the Bifrost he expects the heavenly light to surround him and carry him right back. He calls the name of the heavenly passage and closes his eyes, ready for battle as soon as he gets back.

But nothing happens.

He blinks and tries again.

Again, nothing.

Apollo furrows his eyebrows and drops his hand. What is going on? He attempts once again, to call upon the heavenly bridge but not even a glimmer of  light is cast upon him.

Anger rises up within him. Those monsters must have done something to seal or damage the bifrost. And that artifact they used must be very powerful because Apollo feels almost... weak?

He shivers from the cold surrounding him, letting out a puff of air and for the first time looks arround.

It appears as though he's landed in some sort of field. Definitely not in Greece or Italy or any of the places he prefers whenever he does grace Midgard with his presence, it's too icy for that, snow covering the ground.

There's a few cows standing a few meters from him, fur grown thick for the cold weather. Their startled gazes are set upon him, ready to run should this stranger choose to do weird things again, like appearing out of nowhere in the midle of their field.

"Sorry, my ladies. I did not intent to startle your... dinner?"

He looks at the sun rising above the field just ahead. Yes, it seems to be early evening in midgard.

For a second, he relishes in the sun's rays upon him. The cows go back to shuffling in the snow. Apollo chuckles and then furrows his eyebrows.

He needs to get back to the heavenly realm now. The others need him.

Looking around, he walks over to one of the cows and lets his fingers run through her fluffy, thick fur. It's winter in parts of midgard right now, he reminds himself.

Shaking out his arms he tries summoning his power. It's too damn cold here and the power of the sun will warm him.

But just like before, nothing happens. Unease rises inside of him. Why can't he feel the sun energy that feeds his power?

Trying again, he takes a deep breath but no energy surges through his body. In fact, he can't feel the heavenly energy at all. His eyes snap open. Did those monsters take his powers?!?

Apollo lets out a measured breath and sighs.

Loosing his composure won't do him any good. For better or worse, it seems like he's stuck in this realm for now.

Looking around, he can see smoke coming from some houses further up the hills on his left, maybe there'll be something helpful there. Might as well figure out where he is.

Perhaps there's a heavenly artifact somewhere nearby that he can use to at least contact heaven and let the others know of his state and location. Annoyed and a bit ruffled, he begins his trek towards the little village.

Wandering down the street, he comes to the woods he saw earlier and shivers again. What a frosty climate he has found himself in.

It's a couple minutes in when he suddenly hears yelling. Moving around the corner of the path towards the sound, a body  crashes into his front.

He is startled at the sudden impact but manages to catch and steady the form with his quick reflexes. The person looks up at him startled and he comes face to face with... a woman.

Oh, you're cute...

Looking up at him with big startled eyes and rosy cheeks from the frost, your breath hitches. Then there's yelling again and you quickly turn your head to check behind you.

Three men run towards him and you let out a frightened yelp. "They're trying to rob me!"

You exclaim and grab his hand without thinking, pulling him with you back into the direction he came from.

He lets himself be pulled but then his brain catches up with him and he stops abruptly, pulling you to a stand. Feeling the pull, you turn around.

"No no, we have to go!", you exclaim panicked and pull at his hand but he turns around with a steady gaze, still holding your hand.

"It will be okay," he speaks for the first time, voice soothing like honey and for some reason some part of you keeps you from running, instead you stand frozen behind him, gaze locked on his back.

The men round the corner and see you both. Out of breath but still visibly aggressive they make their way towards you two.

"Found someone to protect you, bitch?"

Apollo's brows furrow again.

"Well it doesn't matter!" Another exclaims, "we'll take his stuff too!"

One of the men rushes towards you. Behind him, he can hear you scream but it's okay. Because the second his hand has left yours, the man is laying on the ground knocked out cold.

Startled, you stumble back a step.

Even without his powers, Apollo is no light opponent. He is the god of boxing too after all.

The other two men look at each other confused and then angrily rush at him at the same time. You close your eyes and look away instinctively but you don't hear any pained sounds from your stranger.

Instead, after a quick struggle, the two men are on the floor, groaning in pain.

Staring at them, you shake off the surprise to look back at your savior, who is shaking out his fists and then turning back to you.

You gape at him and then realize what must have happened.

"Are you okay?" you ask carefully, stepping towards him. Scanning his body, you can see the bruise forming on his chest. "You're hurt!"

He chuckles and catches your gloved hand before it can touch him. "It's alright. This is from someone else."

That's when you really take him in for the first time.

His appearance seems almost like a hallucination in the cold winter forest. Noticing the strange clothes he's wearing, you gasp.

"Oh my god, you must be freezing, don't you have a coat?" He's only wearing some sort of tunic that's slung over his shoulder on one side and are those sandals?

You take off your gloves and feel his icy cheeks. He shivers as your skin makes contact with his own.

"I - ah, I lost it." he explains, "well, it got stolen." It's true, somewhat. He had been wearing a coat in battle earlier but it got destroyed during the fighting.

Your eyes widen.

"You got robbed here too? Oh, what am I saying, we have to get inside, you'll freeze to death at this rate!"

Taking off your coat without thinking, you drape it above his shoulders and wrap your scarf around him. Then you grab his wrist again and decisively start into the direction of the houses.

He is a bit cold, Apollo thinks... How unusual.

"My house is right around the corner, I promise. I was on my way home when those guys just attacked me out of nowhere. I can't believe it!"

True to your words, you reach a lovely little cottage in just a few minutes at your fast pace.

Out of breath, you drop his hand to fumble in your purse for a pair of keys. He's quiet behind you, surprisingly calm for being attacked half naked in the woods and then getting dragged by a random girl through the ice cold weather in sandals...

Managing to open the door, you shuffle him inside and quickly close it behind the two of you.

With the cold air shut out, you lean against the wood to catch your breath for a second. Then everything catches up with you and you sink down to the floor.

"Sorry, I just- need a minute," you sigh.

He takes a step towards you but thinks better of it. He's still a stranger to you in your house.

Feeling the warmth of the cottage seep into him, he takes a deep breath. Your space smells like wood and vanilla and something he can't really put his finger on yet. But at a first glance around, it's very small. Nonetheless the low ceiling and warm lighting leave him feeling warm despite the cold outside.

A bit more calm, you attempt to stand up. With unsteady legs, you hold onto his hand when he holds it out to you for stability.

"Okay, sorry about.. all that." He chuckles.

"I promise I don't usually run over strangers in the woods, make them fight muggers and then drag them to my house."

"I guessed as much, thank you for your coat," he responds and you smile back at him, gesturing towards a door on the side of the entryway.

You stand awkwardly in front of each other, neither quite sure how to proceed. It's not everyday you get saved by half naked, attractive strangers in the woods in the middle of winter.

"Uhm, do you maybe want to take a bath? I mean, I know it's a great coat but you must still be freezing."

He takes off his shoes when he sees you do the same. "If it's not too much trouble, I would appreciate it." You nod.

"Of course, it's the least I can do, after you saved me from those guys!"

"My pleasure," he says it quietly, like it really did bring him no strain.

"Okay do you.. have other clothes?"

He looks down at himself.

"It seems that right now, I'm left with this."

You think for a moment.

"Hmm, I have some clothes that my brother left here, when he visited me?"

Apollo nods. He is not too fond of midgardian clothes these days but it will do for now.

"Okay, give me a second." You turn around and rush up the stairs.

Apollo closes his eyes and uses the moment alone to feel into his body again and send out his senses to search for any traces of heavenly aura.

He can't note anything in the immediate vacinity, especcially with his senses dampened as they are. Clenching and unclenching his hands, he wonders what they did to him.

It's like there's a thick blanket, dampening his usually so incredibly sharp senses. He feels drained too, like something is feeding off his energy and he despises it.

You come back down the stairs after a few minutes, holding a yellow towel and some strange garments. Gesturing towards the bathroom, you hand him the pile.

"Alright, you just- say when you're ready or call when you need something?"

He nods his head.

"Thank you." he expresses and you smile back, replying in kind, "No, thank you!"

You turn around, ready to go but then turn back.

"Oh, I almost forgot! What is your name?"

"Apollo", he announces in that quiet but cofident voice that's almost flirty in a way, "And yours?"

"Nice to meet you, Apollo," you reply, still smiling, responding with your own name and closing the door, to leave him alone with his thoughts.

He turns and sets out to the task of finally getting warm.

As he sinks into the hot water a few minutes later, he lets out a satisfied groan. He hadn't even noticed how badly his muscles were aching from the cold and the battle until now. The warmth from the water seeps into him and he can feel himself melt into the heat.

And as his body finally relaxes, he can feel the tiniest sparks on his fingertips. They're almost nothing, but the relief is immediate. Whatever those guys hit him with, it seems to be temporary.

Stretching out his senses over the house, he can start to feel his surroundings a bit clearer. If he can get some more direct sunlight, he bets he'll technically be able to generate a small flame this evening.

Done with his bath, about twenty minutes later, Apollo stands and drapes himself in the soft towel you gave him.

A surprised hum leaves him, corners of his mouth drawing up, because right there on the towel there's a tiny sun, embroidered into the fabric.

Did you recognize him? No, there's no way. Midgardians these days don't even know what he looks like, nor do most of them belive he exists. But still, the tiny sun warms his heart at least.

Bathed and dressed, he makes his way through the house, following the mouthwatering smell of something delicious until he reaches a small kitchen. You're sitting at a table in the middle of the room, a mug sitting next to you. He can tell you've changed into a more comfortable outfit, loose pants and a flowy cardigan swallowing your form in soft fabric.

At his entry, you look up from the book you'd been reading and smile at him.

"They suit you."

He looks down at the clothes you gave him and hums softly in agreement. To his surprise, the suit pants you gave him are very comfortable, made of soft cotton and the sweater he's wearing is so warm, woven from soft, brown wool. He even likes the colours and style you picked out.

He stands in front of you, a bit unsure how to proceed with the situation but not uncomfortable in your space.

"So... what happened to you?" You begin. "And what's up with the clothes? Are you an actor or something?" Your questions are no surprise to him. It would have been weirder if you hadn't had any.

He sits next to you and accepts the second mug you are holding. From here, he can see that there is steaming tea inside, so he places it infront of him for now, to cool off a bit.

"Yes, you could say thay. I'm kind of traveling at the moment but somehow I ended up here. As mentioned, someone stole my coat and managed quite some damage to me..."

Noticing that he's a bit uncomfortable around the topic you switch to something a bit safer. Who knows what happened to him, maybe he's also a bit shaken up. Although, looking at him now, he seems pretty calm.

"Is that who beat you up like this? They must have been strong if they beat you. That was some very impressive boxing earlier."

He preens a bit at the compliment, letting out a smile.

"Do you make a habit of that?" You ask in a teasing tone.

"What, rescuing freezing girls from muggers in the forest?" He's grinning a little and you nod, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Sometimes," he answers in an equally playful tone, "but they usually don't offer a bath and clothes."

You laugh and he notes how prettily your lashes flutter at the motion.

"So what was your plan? Do you have somewhere to go?"

He puts his head in his hand and thinks. If he only there was someone he could contact. Then again. He will be good to go in a few days amyways, if he were to guess. So maybe he just needs a place to stay.

"Do you want to call someone with my phone to pick you up?" You offer him, taking his empty mug when he hands it back to you.

That's good. If he can buy himself some time with a legitimate excuse he can find somewhere in the town to stay, so he'll have time to take a look around.

He accepts, so you hand him your phone.

Leaving the room, Apollo ignores the contacting device thing you gave him and instead shoots off a signal to his friend with the little energy he can create.

If he's right, his power will be back in about five days. That's more than enough for Ares to track him with this energy signal.

Satisfied, he rejoins you in the kitchen.

"A friend will pick me up in five days."

He states satisfied but you don't seem so happy.

"But where are you going to stay?"

He had been planning to sleep under the stars, but he can't really tell you that since it's true that a human would probably die from that. To be fair, right now, maybe so would he.

"Maybe there is somewhere in town where I could stay a few nights?" he suggests but you shake your head.

"There isn't but... you could stay here for a few days?"

You can't even believe you're suggesting this but good god, he seems so baffled by this entire situation and unsure how to proceed.

"Would that be okay?" He asks, a bit surprised and you nod hesitantly.

"But just so you know, you seem super nice and all and you saved me earlier and everything. But, I did send a text to my friend to call me everyday just incase you murder me..."

He laughs out loud at that. That's cute.

"And she said I should send her a picture of you, so the police will have something to look for, in case I suddenly disappear."

He nods his head in amusement.

"Of course, my lady. Anything to settle your friend's worries." Then he becomes very serious. "I really owe you now," he states and takes your hand, " I will make sure to repay you well when I get back to my home."

Smiling back at him, Apollo can't help but notice a light blush dusting your cheeks at his gesture.

"Alright, it's a deal then!"

You shake hands with him, just to be cute and then you invite him to your couch with some more tea, warm blankets and an introduction to the glorious genre of romcom movies.