Give me more tragedy, more harmony
and fantasy, my dear
Set it alight, we're head over heels in love
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1985 was a year, where Apollo truly felt how the burning love he had for you-his husband he adored oh so much, like the stars in the night and the sunrise in the morning-was about to vanish, slowly ever so fading like a distant memory or cloud, into nothing but emptiness.
His heart aches painfully, whenever you wouldn't sleep next to him or didn't wanted to be held in his arms anymore.
All of this started, thousands years and decades ago, with the simple and innocent question of wanting Children.
You and Apollo tried many times, but when it was clear that you couldn't birth any-there had been one success, centuries ago, but Apollo didn't want to risk your fragile health again-and I mind you, the procedure of how god and goddesses giving birth is a complexity of its own-the subject was dropped quickly and you two continued to enjoy the tranquility.
Everything had been fine, till Zeus-no one was surprised-his other siblings and deities, decided to mate with humans (more and more than they had before already) and creating Half-Bloods.
This of course arose questions in you and towards Apollo, because if the other deities could do such-why couldn't he?
So after a long argument with Apollo, who assured you he would never dare to cheat on you and then you explained, that it isn't cheating when you know it from the beginning and give consent-Apollo begrudgingly agreed.
When Camp Half-Blood had been created, albeit a messy concept in the very beginning, you wanted to live in a house with enough space of garden-so that all your children could live there. Though the Children, over the years, never wanted to came or meet you, instantly hating you after they got claimed in Camp.
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It was around midnight when Apollo and you, hand in hand, strolled through the empty streets of Santa Monica-a city you've come to love, when Zeus had announced that the Olymp will be moved to the USA for a scenery change.
Apollo was happy and although this could be the last time he could be with you-before you might plead to Zeus for a divorce-Apollo felt satisfied that he could get you out of the house, you once again begun to detest whenever you passed by the empty-besides the ones with Apollo, you and the handful of children which you cared for (and still do) in the early years of your marriage with Apollo-picture frames.
Apollo had hoped, foolish perhaps even, when he takes you to a nice dinner and a midnight stroll-and maybe to a swim, fully nude, showing you passion once more-that extinguished flame, which cuts through his fated heart-which is filled sorrowful with undying love and adoration for you-so slowly painfully, that there are nights where he had vomited blood, would be burning once more again, for another eternity-so high and mighty, like Greek fire.
When walking along the beach-it has to be another checked move from fate, otherwise Apollo didn't knew how to explain the next happening-passing by the few remaining couples here and there and rolling waves are an tranquility sound to the ears-there comes a song played, from a lonesome forgotten Boombox.
Around the second time, when Alphaville's song; Sounds like a Melody, had been played again-was it the beat? the lyrics? Or the melody itself? Probably all of them together-you grabbed Apollo's hand and moved with him on the sand.
YOU ARE READING
Sounds like a Melody
Fanfiction|| Apollo x Male Reader || There had been a rough year-throughout all the decades of centuries-where the love between you and Apollo seemed to diminish, but the flame of love wouldn't extinguish as such love it's destined by the stars
