#father apollo

[madamekudo]

can i see the Apollo altar??? pleeeeeaaaaaassseeeeeee?

(ONLY IF YOU WANT TO OFC IM JUST CURIOUS)

YES YES OFC I FIND A PHOTO 🥰🥰🥰

it’s very small but it was all I could do at the moment :(

I love getting asks yippee

[thefandomofoneshots]

Percy Jackson x Daughter of Apollo! Reader

Request: “Can I get a Percy Jackson x reader ? Where she’s a daughter of apollo and the two of them and Anna Beth r on a mission, but it goes wrong and she ends up distracting the monsters and gets killed so apollo blames Percy, but then she somehow comes back to life and they get together and just lots of fluff??? Thx ily!” -Anonymous

The life of a demigod was never fair.

You spent your life serving the gods, whether they be your parent or not. You go on quests. You fight monsters. You save the world. You got hurt. You lost the people you love. You die young.

This was a truth that all demigods faced.

Percy Jackson was fortunate, he’s best friends remained with him even after many many close calls. But all good things must come to an end, this end came in the form of you.

You were a daughter of Apollo. Nobody at camp were surprised when you were claimed, you had a light around you that spread to whomever saw your smile. Even on your hardest days you’d smile through the pain, bringing light to others and consequently bringing happiness to yourself. You spent your life making others happy and protecting those you love. That was your greatest weakness, your compassion. But it was one of the things Percy loved most about you.

The mission was supposed to be simple, all you had to do was to find a demigod and bring them back to camp. Percy, Annabeth and yourself left the camp in the morning and found the son of Aphrodite before nightfall.

It was late afternoon when the monster attacked. The four of you were on your way back to camp in high spirits. You were smiling and telling the other three horrible jokes. Both boys laughed along with you while Annabeth rolled her eyes, concealing the small smile on her face. The attack was sudden, a hell hound, something the three of you had taken on many times. Something that shouldn’t have cause as much damage as it did.

Your first concern was the young demigod. Percy pulled out his sword and you pulled out your bow, yelling at Annabeth to take the boy and run back to camp, only a 10 minute walk away. You and Percy had fought a few times together and worked together well, battling the hell hound with ease. The hound had been turned to dust and the two of you relaxed. Smiling at each other, you gathered the backpack you had dropped. Percy was kneeling on the ground collecting the items that had fallen out of his bag when you saw it. Two red eye glowering at him from the darkness.

Everything happened so quickly.

The hound launched. Percy was pushed to the ground. You screamed.

Percy swung his sword widely, slashing the hound’s neck. Golden dust rained down on you as you laid on the ground, a hand weakly resting on one of your wounds, but it was no use. Percy kneeled by your side, stripping himself of his jacket and putting pressure on your wounds. There was a scratch running deep across your stomach, another along your chest and a third on your cheek. Tears steamed down his face as he checked your neck for a pulse. His scream could be heard from camp.

Three days had passed and Percy hadn’t left his cabin. He sat on his bed, his tear stained face hid between his knees, mumbling apologies over and over again. He hadn’t even left when they burnt your shroud. The seven constantly checked up on him, trying to get him to leave his cabin or at the least eat more than a few bites of food. He couldn’t. He couldn’t go outside and look at the sun as he couldn’t understand how it was still alight without you here. He couldn’t watch as the other campers got on with their day as if she was still here. So he sat in his room, curled in a ball on his bed, his thoughts never once drifting from you.

After the sun set on the fourth day, Percy received a surprise visiter. When the flash of light appeared in his room, Percy didn’t even bother to look up, too grief stricken to go on a petty quest from them.

Instead of being scolded by Hera or consulted by his father, Percy was picked up by his shoulders and slammed into a wall. He looked up to see the face of the god he had least expected to visit him, your father, Apollo. He looked how Percy felt. His tear stricken face was red and his blood shot eyes filled with anger and a consuming pain.

“It was your fault!” He screamed. “She was too young to die, she wasn’t supposed to die! That beast was meant for you, the all mighty son of Poseidon!” Apollo slammed Percy into another wall, instead of fighting, Percy let the god throw him around like a rag doll. “If you hadn’t been with her, if she hadn’t cared for you, she’d still be here!” Percy was thrown across the room, hitting the floor with a loud thud. He watched as his tears dropped on the wood before snapping his head to your father.

“Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think I blame myself for what happened to (y/n)?” His voice bounced off the walls of his cabin. “You’re right, she was too young to die, she was too innocent! If I could I’d go back and stop her from what she did but I can’t! I can still see her blood in my hands! I can still see her eyes staring at me without their light! Her death will haunt me until the day I die! I loved her! I still do love her! And I will never stop loving her! That’s why she died!” Percy’s hoarse voice lowered to a whisper. “It’s my fault she’s gone.”

He couldn’t bring himself to look up at the man that resembled you so much, so his eyes glued themselves to the floor and watched as it dampened from his tears. Percy considered just staying there for the rest of his life, until he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Percy slowly lifted his head at the familiar touch and through his blurred vision, he say you, a bright aura surrounded your smiling face. Percy’s eyes never left your face, too afraid if they did it’d been the last time he would see you. Your hand moved to his face and wiped the tears off his face with your thumb.

“Hi.”

Percy let out a chocked laugh on your simple greeting, a smile spread on his face.

“Hi.”

His hands moved to cup your face, his smile widen when he felt your soft skin under his touch. Another laughed escaped as he pulled you into his embrace. Your head rested in the crook of his neck and he could feel your tears on his shirt as well as the ones running down his face. Threading his fingers in your hair, he pulled your back to see your watery smile.

Shaking his head he spoke. “How?”

You laughed and Percy felt his dark world brighten at the sound.

“The gods. You’ve done so much for them I think they wanted to give you something back. I’m sorry about my dad by the way. The gods called him back before I got here, I’ll scold him for what he did, later.”

Percy nodded his head and laughed again, not being able to contain his happiness he kissed you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Neither of you had to talk, the kiss said it all, you felt the pain Percy had been through during your absence and the joy that you were back. Most importantly you felt the unconditional love he had for you. And he felt the love he and for you.

Greek mythology was filled with tragedy about demigods dying young and lovers being thrust apart. You and Percy were not going to be one of those stories.