(apollo x demigod!reader y’all! you’re a daughter of aphrodite in this, by the way.)

“Quick! I’ll take it!” you yelled at your half-sister Nur, shielding yourself to protect her from the Chimaera that’s been attacking you.

“I’m alright,” Nur said, her celestial bronze blade drawn in her hand.

“Forget me! Save yourself. Go to camp as quickly as you can. I’ll hold this while you call for help,” you said.

“I’m not leaving you!” she protested.

“GO!” you yelled, putting charmspeak in your words. You feel bad for charmspeaking your own sister, but you’ll feel worse if something happens to her.

Nur hesitantly leaped on her pegasus to call for reinforcement from Camp Half-Blood. As much as she wanted to help you, she knows that you wouldn’t let her. Children of Aphrodite has never been fighters. You are one of the few Aphrodite campers that knows how to weild a weapon. You’re excellent at it actually.

The Aphrodite Cabin have a bad reputation. You’re often laughed at just because your mother is the goddess of love. People consider you the “worthless” cabin. They think flirting and makeup is the only things you’re good at, but you are so much more than that. Most of your siblings don’t mind, but you certainly do. All their insults about your cabin only fueled the fire inside of you, filling you with determination to prove them wrong. After years of training, you became one of the best swordsman at Camp Half-Blood. You worked very hard to earn that title.

That’s why you volunteered in this quest to rescue three demigods on the run. You thought if you win this quest everyone will stop insulting your cabin. But you never thought that the moment you sent the rescued demigods to camp, a freakin’ Chimaera will attack you.

You watched Nur fly away and disappeared into the night sky before facing the monster.

“You’re gonna die,” you said, putting a huge amount of charmspeak in your voice.

Despite your charmspeak, the Chimaera seemed to disagree with you. It snarled at lunged at your direction, luckily you were fast and sidestepped quickly. But the Chimaera managed to slash you with its claw on your thigh.

You fell and groaned, hugging your injured thigh. Your wound hurts at the slight movements, and you doubt you can even stand.

You felt the monster inching slowly towards you. If you weren’t quick enough, you might’ve gotten barbecued with its fiery breath.

You grabbed your sword from the ground and limped up to meet the monster.

You knew you can’t stand against the Chimaera. It’s one of the horrible monsters they teach you at camp. With its body and head of a lion, with another head of a goat on the back and a tail that ends with a head of a snake, you knew you didn’t have a chance. If the gods were to create a goat-lion hybrid, why does it have to breathe fire?

The creature didn’t need to speak for you to understand that you’re doomed. If you’re gonna die, atleast you’ll die fighting. With your last final breath, you will prove that children of Aphrodite can fight.

With a guttural scream, you lunged at the monster, colliding with the white-hot flame from the monster’s snout.

* * *

You woke up in a blinding white light. The brightness stung your eyes, leaving you confused on where you are and what you’re doing there.

Suddenly, you had a recollection of what happpened before you passed out. . . .

You gasped and jolted upright, but a strong hand pushed you back up to the bed.

“Woah there, you can’t stand up just yet!” said a voice coming from beside you.

You turned to the voice’s direction, and saw a man looming over you. He has a bight smile on his face as he stare down at you, his blue eyes seemed to twinkle. He is wearing a mustard-colored tank top with a stethoscope hanging on his neck. But the thing you can’t fail to notice is his face—he got to be the hottest person you have ever seen.

Your immediate thought is that you’re dead. You’re probably in Heaven and your thoughts about Greek gods turned out to be false. This blond man staring at you—this has to be an angel. No mortal could look this good!

“Am I dead?” you said out loud.

The man chuckled. “No, but you almost were. I was lucky I caught you before the Chimaera toasted you like a s’more!”

That’s when you finally noticed the place around you.

You mentally slapped yourself. How can you be so stupid! Just because you’re in a white room with bright lights and an attractive man doesn’t mean you’re in Heaven! You’re in a frickin’ hospital!

The man took a glass on the table behind you and brought the straw on your lips, his bright smile never leaving his face. You gulped down the drink, and tasted the familiar taste of (favorite food/drink) on your tongue. For a moment you forgot about your quest, your sister Nur, and the whole I-almost-became-a-Chimaera’s-snack situation.

But that euphoria didn’t last long because all of it came flashing to you like a tide, swallowing you and taking you with it.

Your eyes widened in panic and the questions pooled around your mind. How’s Nur? How are the campers? Did they make it back to camp?

“H-how’s—” he cuts you off.

“It’ll be better if you speak and think less,” he said as if reading your mind. “Your half-sister and the rescued campers are alright, they’re all looking for you, but none of them are harmed.”

“But—”

He continued talking as if he didn’t hear you. “They got frightened to see that you weren’t at the place they left you. They thought you were dead. The campers believed you are dead but Nur refused to—” he paused. “You shouldn’t worry about all of that—what you should be worried for is yourself.”

You opened your mouth again but he pressed a finger on your lips before you could utter a word.

“No more questions. You gotta rest and be better, after that I’ll answer all the questions you have,” he said, smiling sweetly.

You wanted to debate but he snapped his fingers and your eyelids turned heavy, pulling you to sleep.

How do you know all of this? you wanted to ask.

* * *

You woke up again, feeling better than before. You sat up and saw that the attractive blond man is nowhere around you, but he left a plate of ambrosia—food of the gods that can incinerate mortals but heals demigods like you—on the bedside table.

You brought the plate on your lap and munched the godly food, indulging the happy and comforting memories the food tasted like. You can’t help but to smile.

When you finished, that’s when you started wondering about the whereabouts of the man who healed you. You wanted to thank him for helping you, and also ask him if you could leave so you could inform the camp of what happened. Maybe Nur is worried sick about you, and by now Chiron probably burnt your shroud already.

You brought your feet down and felt the cold floor touch your skin. You shivered from the contact. You slowly stood up, still feeling weak, and put your weight on your feet. Your legs felt like jelly but you urged yourself to move. You proved it impossible when you made your first step and almost fall to the floor.

Luckily a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist.

“You’re so antsy aren’t you?” the voice said.

“I’m alright—”

The man chuckled. “Your charmspeak wouldn’t work on me, sunshine,” he said. “It’s not that I don’t think you’re attractive but charmspeak don’t work on a god like me.”

You froze. A god?

You slowly raised your head to study the man in-front of you. You have seen his features in many different campers in Camp Half-Blood lots of time already. This particular cabin shares a lot of traits with him, physical and abilities. The warm aura, the blond hair, the blue eyes—how can you be so stupid?

Who else is the god of medicine, poetry, music, prophecies and the sun?

“A-Apollo. . . . ” you murmured.

Apollo chuckled. “Took you long enough.”

He led you back to the bed and sat you there, and he sat on the other across you.

“I can’t blame you,” he said. “Your brain is basically fried when the Chimaera blew fire at you. Thank gods I managed to get you and take you here before you truly died. With simple magic I managed to restore your skin back. I doubt a daughter of Aphrodite would approve of a burnt skin.”

To test what he said, you ran your fingers on your arm. It does felt thin and raw, like it was just recovering from a major wound—which it is.

But Apollo was wrong, unlike many of your siblings, you don’t care about your appearance. Instead of saying that to him out loud, you managed a smile at the reason you’re alive and didn’t look like a fried chicken.

“Thank you,” you said.

He returned his smile. “No problem.”

You frowned. “But why? It seems perfect timing—you found me just as I was dying. Did you see me from your chariot? But that doesn’t make sense, the sun was long gone when the Chimaera attacked.”

“Can I not protect a mortal that caught my eye everytime I pass by Long Island for once? Can I not look after her, make sure she’s safe because she caught me so hard I can’t stop thinking about her day and night?”

You stared at him, flabbergasted. His words floated on your brain, refusing so process it out. You felt like your mind is stil melted from the Chimaera blowtorch.

“Y-you what?” you stuttered.

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, I admit, I’m stalking you. I followed you on your quest because I wanna make sure you’re safe. When the Chimaera attacked. . . I got a little distracted and when I returned I saw you’re burnt to toast!” he said apologetically. (Apollo-getically *wink wink*)

You sighed. “It’s alright,” you said. “Thanks for saving me.”

“But that has a payment!” he said, his eyes twinkling brightly.

You frowned. “What could an Olympian god could ask a puny mortal for a payment?”

He flashed a toothy smile, his arms folded on his chest. “It’s quite simple. Go on a date with me. If you like it I might agree to go on more,” he said, winking.

You felt your heart beat running on your chest, so loud he wouldn’t need a stethoscope to hear it. You hid your blushing face on your hair, avoiding his gaze, knowing it’s impossible he didn’t notice. He looked so pleased about making you flush.

A smile crept on your face, thinking about going out with a devilishly attractive sun god. “Sure.”

He smiled. “Good. Your brain isn’t as melted as I thought. It still recognized what’s attractive and worth going out on a date with.”

“I got to go back to camp first. I need to tell them what happened,” you said.

“That could wait. Right now—” he pushed you to your bed, “—you need rest. I want you to feel best on our date.”

He winked before planting a small kiss on the top of your head, and you felt like burning—even hotter than when that Chimaera blowtorched you.

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I 👏 AM 👏 AN 👏 APOLLO 👏 STAN 👏