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[nevalinie]

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[burdenof-dutyandwinter]

"We All Know How The Story Goes"

[Greek Mythology, Apollo x Icarus]

Greek Myth Masterlist | Masterlists

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/slight comfort(but mostly not), sad ending

Word count: 609 words

A/N: Thank you to my friend for getting me back on the icarusxapollo train, even though you aren't on it yourself...?

Icarus loved the Sun. He had yearned for it all his life while he was stuck in the Labyrinth, paying for the sins of his father. He wanted to see the outside world, the people, the temples, the kingdoms, the Sun. But he flew too far, too close, in the glee of finally having the chance to see all that he had prayed for, in finally being able to bathe in the sunlight he had dreamed of all his life.

And the Sun loved back. He adored this innocent, fearless mortal who lived in such a cruel place. He loved his bravery, his loyalty, his heart, his yearning...

The world didn't deserve the bright mortal, but it got him anyway. So the Sun watched the mortal hope to leave his prison and make that same world a better place. The Sun heard when the mortal talked to him even though he couldn't see the celestial body. Icarus talked about how he imagined warmth from the Sun felt like, how it would shine and make everything else do the same.

The Sun loved the wishes and on days the beautiful son of Daedalus was saddened and hopeless, that maybe he would never see the above, the Sun would send some of its warmth through the cracks of the labyrinth, some light, and once the Sun had convinced the Wind to send him a breeze. It always made the mortal smile.

"Thank you." he would whisper to the Sun, "Thank you. One day, I will thank you while basking in your light."

The Sun waited for that day, for it had plans to confess to the mortal of his own yearning.

When that day came, the mortal and the Sun were so excited! They would finally get to see each other, who doesn't get excited when they finally see their beloved? The Sun held its breath as the mortal's father perfected the wings that would allow them to leave their prison. The mortal was so excited as he adorned the wings. They were flimsy but enough for their purpose. The mortal didn't doubt his father, so the Sun tried not to either.

He requested the Wind's help once again, this time to help its most loved. And the Wind, owing the Sun a favor, blew through the labyrinth, guiding Icarus's flight as he ascended higher and higher. The wings flapped with a delicate rhythm, the wax and feathers trembling just slightly. But the Sun, high above, was watching—its heart swelling with anticipation. It had waited for this moment for so long. The mortal, who had once been lost in the dark, was finally escaping into its light. The Sun could already feel the warmth of their meet as if it could already embrace him from above.

But the mortal, blissful in his newfound freedom, did not yet understand the consequences of such a love. The Sun had given him everything it could, sending its warmth, its light, its guidance—but it had not shown him the danger that came with proximity to its flames. The innocent mortal’s heart was pure, his joy so full that it blinded him to the screams of his father's caution.

For people don't know something very important, Icarus was not the one who loved Apollo most fiercely. It was Apollo who loved his Icarus so much, Too much.

Why is Icarus's happiness in his few seconds of freedom taken for greed instead of delight? Why is "Do not be too greedy." the moral of Icarus's story? Why is not "Be careful with love because sometimes it can destroy you"?

Why isn't it "The Sun's love is dangerous for mortals to have"?

Maybe we don't know the story after all.

[to-close-to-the-sun]

Apollo headed to Icarus room with some flowers, but when he got there, he saw a not this note said

“I told you I’ll find something

-Neo”

Apollo dropped the flowers and panicked

@apollo-ask-blog

*Meanwhile Icarus was waking up to Neo standing above him as he is tied to a chair*

A mortal that apollo loves. He should have guarded you a bit better you were quite vulnerable *Neo had a crooked smile*

He... he does not love me what is all this!?

Oh please. Everyone knows. *he pulls out a knife and starts to torture him while he waited on Apollo to show up*

Please! *he let out a scream*

Please? *Neos voice was cold* you know what Apollo did? He murdered my father in cold blood! When Paris shot that arrow he guided it straight towards my dad's heel! This has nothing to do with you. You just fell for the wrong guy. But I have to do what I must as we all do.

[h0riz0nstuff]

Sunwings, a closer look at that magnificent outfit from the Game Awards trailer, full body paints (arms, torso, legs), and I thought this Horus was from the Valley of the Fallen, but I’m less sure now.

[borealisinwonderland]

I just like the bit where your sunwing flicks you up and catches you okay

[kulpit]

“This place is either a dream come true, or an absolute drug trip.” -Theion the SunWing, about the Strawberry Bluffs

(Art was made courtesy of my sib)

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[burdenof-dutyandwinter]

"We're Safe Here"

[Greek Mythology, Apollo x Icarus]

Greek Myth Masterlist | Masterlists

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Word count: 500 words

A/N: This is inspired by the post that got me shipping SunWings in the first place, though I don't know where it is so I can't credit it T-T

Everyone knows the story, but do they know what happened after?

Icarus fell because the wings that had given him the ability to fly and escape his prison had melted under the Sun's intense gaze.

When Icarus fell he stared up at the Sun which he had fallen so deeply in love with and asked "Why?" No one fell in love with a god without consequence. No mortal was a god's most beloved without the Fates intervening in the worst way possible.

But Apollo had had enough of the Fates.

When Icarus closed his eyes, he thought he would feel the brutal embrace of the sea. But instead, there was warmth—a gentle, golden warmth that wrapped around him. Hesitantly, he opened his eyes. He was not plummeting to his death but hovering, weightless, his broken wings drifting apart.

And then he saw him: Apollo, blazing. The God's eyes were furious, yet there was a tenderness in the way he reached out for Icarus.

"You flew too close to me, my love," Apollo said, his voice like his father's thunder yet as soft as a lullaby. "But if I am to burn anyone, it will not be you. Not anymore."

Icarus's breath caught in his throat as Apollo’s light enveloped him, the golden light of the god’s presence washing over him, making everything else feel distant and far away. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming—if he had somehow slipped beyond the realm of the living into the gods' domain.

After what felt like an eternity, Apollo lowered Icarus to the ground. "We're safe here, to be as we please. You are safe here."

"Safe…" Icarus whispered, almost to himself, his gaze drifting to the god. Apollo’s golden skin glowed with a radiance that seemed to burn away the very shadows of his doubts.

Safe from King Minos, from his guards. Safe, far far away from the labyrinth.

“Will you...stay with me then?" His voice barely above a breath. His hand reached up, tentative at first, to rest on Apollo’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of the god’s heartbeat beneath his palm.

Apollo’s eyes darkened with something deep, something ancient. His gaze never left Icarus's, and slowly, as if giving him a choice, he leaned in closer.

“I never left you, my dear,” Apollo murmured, his breath hot against the mortal's lips.

And then, without another word, Apollo kissed him.

The mortal froze for a split second, his heart hammering in his chest, every part of him trembling as the god's lips touched his. The kiss was soft, a gentle caress as if they were afraid to break something fragile. But it didn’t feel fragile.

When the kiss finally broke, Icarus was left gasping, as if he had been submerged underwater, then pulled back into the air. Apollo's hands, large and gentle, cupped his face as he gazed at him, something so incredibly tender behind the intensity.

The mortal had loved that Sun for so long, how could he not be joyous to learn that the Sun loved him back?