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  1. Took an oath (and I'll stick it out till the end) by

    Fandom: Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan

    22 Dec 2024

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    A series of shorts following Apollo and the mess that he is. (Post TOA)

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    Punishment by

    Fandoms: The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan  

    14 Oct 2025

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    Meg stepped closer and poked Apollo’s shoulder to get his attention, and Apollo flinched.

    That was wrong. Apollo never flinched when she touched him. Usually, it was the other way around, Meg trying to escape any and all touch, and Apollo seeking it. He hugged his children and friends often and unapologetically, even though he seldom did so with her. But he never, never flinched away from touch.

    *******

    Zeus is being abusive and Meg takes care of Apollo afterwards.

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    19 Oct 2025

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    Punishment
    HiddenGoddess
    Summary:
    Meg stepped closer and poked Apollo’s shoulder to get his attention, and Apollo flinched.

    That was wrong. Apollo never flinched when she touched him. Usually, it was the other way around, Meg trying to escape any and all touch, and Apollo seeking it. He hugged his children and friends often and unapologetically, even though he seldom did so with her. But he never, never flinched away from touch.

    *******

    Zeus is being abusive and Meg takes care of Apollo afterwards.

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    “It’s truly fine, it will heal.”

    It did not look fine. He was a god, why wasn’t the wound already gone?

    “Why hasn’t it healed already?”

    Apollo just shrugged and looked away. The movement must have hurt, but no pain showed on his face. Being this used to pain did not bode well, Meg thought. His silence wasn’t much better.

    “Apollo. Tell me.”

    She demanded it, trying to keep her worry at bay.

    “… I’m not allowed to heal it. But it will heal by itself in time, don’t worry!”

    Meg was seething, but that wouldn’t help. She forced calm into her voice, even if she didn’t think it was working very well.

    “What do you mean you’re not allowed to heal it?”

    “… it wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I could just vanish the marks, now would it?”

    Oh, Meg hated this. She hated this so much. She wanted nothing more than to march up to Olympus and make Zeus pay for the way he was treating Apollo. But she couldn’t do that, she would die, Apollo would feel responsible, and nothing good would come of it.

    A small, angry part of her still wanted to go despite all reason, but she pushed that down.

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    Life and Death by

    Fandoms: The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan  

    15 Oct 2025

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    The day Meg McCaffrey died was just like any other day. The sun rose just as it had for thousands of years, the birds sang their usual songs, and Apollo was catching up with the Muses like he did every Thursday. It should have been just another forgettable, non impactful day. Instead, it marked the end of Meg McCaffrey’s far too short life.

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    Apollo feels Megs mortality slip away and thinks she died.

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    20 Oct 2025

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    Life and Death
    HiddenGoddess
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    The day Meg McCaffrey died was just like any other day. The sun rose just as it had for thousands of years, the birds sang their usual songs, and Apollo was catching up with the Muses like he did every Thursday. It should have been just another forgettable, non impactful day. Instead, it marked the end of Meg McCaffrey’s far too short life.

    *******

    Apollo feels Megs mortality slip away and thinks she died.

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    When Apollo felt Meg’s mortality slip away, he screamed. The sun flickered once and burned hotter than it ever should, filled by the rage and grief of the god. Artists’ block hit thousands of creators, and the global shortage of hospital workers doubled, creating chaos all over the world.

    The chaos lasted only a few seconds before the gods of other pantheons jumped in, trying to contain the damage. Ra seized control of the sun, tearing the reins from Apollo’s hands. Saraswati blessed a new generation of artists with inspiration, and Sekhmet healed the sick who were in precarious situations.

    Apollo didn’t care. He gladly gave up all his control, letting his domains slip away for just a little while.

    He flashed down to Aeithales as fast as he could, where he had last felt Meg’s presence, not caring about his form rippling and shifting, or about the Muses looking at him with horror on their faces as he lost all composure.

    It didn’t matter. Meg was dead.

    He reached Aeithales, tears already streaming down his cheeks, and was ready to destroy whoever had dared to touch his sister, had dared to cut her life short.

    She was only seventeen. She should have had decades left.

    There was a golden bow in his hands, already drawn, the arrow cursed with the worst plague the world had ever seen. They would pay for what they had done, whoever had harmed, had killed Meg.

    They would regret it. Apollo would make sure of that.

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    This World is Not Meant for You by

    Fandoms: The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types  

    14 Aug 2024

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    Well, no time like the present, right? How long could he even have been gone for? He had literally been walking home from school yesterday, mentally prepping for the calc test, wondering what his parents were planning for dinner, until… until he had been...

    There had been light. Screaming. Was it his screaming?

    Why had everything been so bright?

    Lester pressed a hand to his suddenly pounding head and begged whatever benevolent gods might be listening to put him out of his misery.

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    Or, Lester Papadopoulos has been missing for almost a year. When he reappears in the middle of Manhattan, on the verge of death, he just wants to go home.

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    03 Oct 2025

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    This World is Not Meant for You
    Cuddly_Art_Mage
    Chapter 2
    Summary:
    The stranger studied him with an intense, but not necessarily unkind, expression. He looked like he was examining every inch of Lester's face and putting together a puzzle Lester didn't have even half the pieces for. The stranger had hair like spun gold, brown at the roots and curly like Lester's was, and he was wearing a Led Zepplin shirt over a pair of khaki shorts. He could've been anywhere between 18 and 30, though his eyes looked much, much older. Despite the numerous physical differences, the stranger kind of reminded Lester of himself.

     

    There was a dawning look of horror on his face.

     

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    Chapter 2

    He let out another a slow breath and wiped at his eyes. He didn't trust his voice enough to respond, but nodded to let Apollo know he heard him. He didn't know how he felt about Apollo yet, but he could understand that he hadn't wanted to steal his body. Lester may have to deal with the shitty aftermath, the scars and the aches that never quite went away, but Apollo had had to live through getting them.

     

    "Why?" Lester said finally, and he was ridiculously proud of the fact that his voice didn't break halfway through that one syllable word.

     

    Apollo sat back on his heels and rolled to his feet. He gingerly sat back on the bench like he was afraid of spooking Lester. Fair. "Why what?" Apollo asked cautiously.

     

    "Why did Z—" Lester paused and glanced at the sky apprehensively. He had an ominous feeling that names held power, here, and saying his name might not end well for him. Just another little tidbit Apollo had left behind when he'd hijacked Lester's brain. Thanks Apollo. "Why did your dad decide you needed to be punished so bad?" Lester subconsciously rubbed the starburst scar over his heart, and when Apollo blanched Lester looked down and hastily dropped his hand. He leaned over to pick up the notebook that had fallen onto the pavement in his panic. "And why— and why me?"

     

    Apollo shook his head and looked up at the clear blue sky like it could hold the answers he didn't have. "I don't know. I'll never understand how he works, and frankly," he let out an ugly snort, " I never want to."

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    A Good Run Of Bad Luck by

    Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan  

    30 May 2017

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    Contrary to popular belief: the gods have been immeasurably kind to Sally Jackson.

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    07 Sep 2021

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    Sally opened her eyes then. Apollo was staring hard at the ground, biting his lip. She walked quickly to him placed a hand on his shoulder. "I couldn't hate the gods after that. Not when I had been so lucky, Apollo. Not when they themselves had not been."

    Apollo swallowed hard as he looked up. "Sally..."

     

    A Good Run Of Bad Luck
    furnaceglow
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    Contrary to popular belief: the gods have been immeasurably kind to Sally Jackson.
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    Sally drew him into a hug, something she wouldn't have done for even a price of a million dollars a year ago. She felt a few hot tears drip down her neck. Good going, Sally, she thought, you really outdid yourself. Making someone cry was just the thing you needed to tie up a spectacular day in the Sensitivity and Tact Office.

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    God of Irony by

    Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan  

    23 May 2025

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    Oh, the irony.
    Apollo was the god of many things, yet he did not prove it often.
    He may as well be the god of irony. But then, he’d probably fail at it too, like with most of his domains.

    Education? He acted like an idiot.

    Poetry? He was awful at it.

    Protector of youth? So many children had been hurt because he ignored their prayers.

    But really, the truth was, ironically, that the biggest of his domains he did not follow was truth.
    Because all of the above examples were lies.

    OR: Why Apollo was so arrogant at the start of ToA.

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    26 Sep 2025

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    God of Irony
    Cat_Controller
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    Oh, the irony.
    Apollo was the god of many things, yet he did not prove it often.
    He may as well be the god of irony. But then, he’d probably fail at it too, like with most of his domains.

    Education? He acted like an idiot.

    Poetry? He was awful at it.

    Protector of youth? So many children had been hurt because he ignored their prayers.

    But really, the truth was, ironically, that the biggest of his domains he did not follow was truth.
    Because all of the above examples were lies.

    OR: Why Apollo was so arrogant at the start of ToA.

     

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    Ch 7

    “You disobeyed me.” Three heavy words, like stones.

    “I-I didn’t want—”

    “Silence.”

    Apollo fell silent.

    Then the lightning came for him. It struck his midriff first, then arched up his spine and attacked his chest. Apollo shrieked, but of course that did nothing to help. He felt his father’s electricity sear his flesh, burn his hair. It made him shake uncontrollably, from fear, pain, and from being electrocuted.

    “P-please! Stop!” he cried desperately, while the lightning formed a sort of harness that pulled him into a kneeling position on the ground. “I’m s-s-sorry!”

    “You disappointed me,” Zeus’s voice was soft, yet somehow it could be heard over the crackling thunder.

    “I—”

    “You made me use them.”

    No, I didn’t! Apollo wanted to scream, but he wouldn’t let himself. “I’ll–I’ll do better! I’m trying! Please!”

    “Hmm,” Zeus replied, as though he had to think about whether to grant mercy or not when Apollo was pleading to him on the floor while in immense pain.

    Apollo started sobbing, which didn’t help either, but it was an instinctual reaction to such torment. It didn’t matter if Father thought he shouldn’t cry, because it was weak, gods didn’t cry. Apollo physically couldn’t just stand there and take it.

    The lightning made his long golden hair, now singed brown, stick up in the air. His heart, which pumped his golden ichor, shuddered from the shocks. His spine alternated among stiffness, tingling, and intense pain. His arms trembled as little mini-waves of electricity went down them, eating away at his divine skin. His legs were, luckily, mostly protected by his white clothes, which had turned gray and black. He gasped and screeched as Zeus just stood there, watching.

    His mind seemed to slow down. Apollo could almost feel his sanity wobble and flicker, and thought, this is it. I’ve been driven to madness. I couldn’t stop him.

    Then it stopped.

    The lightning abruptly died down, leaving him crying and shivering on the cold, marble floor. His eyes managed to adjust, and he saw sunlight, warm, golden, life-giving, his domain, coming through the windows. It didn’t make him feel any better, though.

    “Another chance,” Zeus mused thoughtfully. “You can have one more. But fail me again… And you’ll face the consequences of your actions.”

    Father came closer to Apollo and petted his hair, like Apollo was a small child, or a pet, he was passing by. “I’m sorry I had to do that.” he said, sounding bored. “Be better.”

    His father turned and left, leaving Apollo alone.

    Apollo sank down onto the floor fully, so he was laying on his side, and just stared at the nearest window, at the world cruelly showing off its beauty. He could hear birds singing. The sunlight still beamed down onto the floor, an arm’s length away from him, just beyond his reach.

    “I’ve already faced the consequences, Father,” he whispered. “And I lost.”