#ror Anat

[sigyns-drafts]

Can you do a reader X Baal X Anat RoR story?

Baal is the Canaanite God of storms, fertility, and harvest (sometimes also being seen as a god of Spring due to him dying to Möt and his rebirth by having Anat (the Canaanite goddess of war) going to Hymr (the Underworld) and saving him.). He's seen as a gentle god to them but can have a bit of a temper if you mess with him, his lover, or his followers.

I'm thinking that the reader, Baal, and Anat are in the temple of Baal ( in Canaanite mythos, the gods lived in their temples and were dressed, fed, and cared for by their priests) when Baal or Anat gets called to fight Alexander the not so Great. You can choose who wins or of its wholesome or a bit of angst

Sorry if this is vague and you can't write it

A/N: Don't worry about it Anon, I usually only write for the characters I know about but this gave me such a great opportunity to learn something new! I just had to take the chance!! I'm sorry I took so long!

I hope I got it right, please enjoy it~♡

The storm gods eternal supporters 💙🌪

➩ Y/N once a worshipper to the god couple Baal and Anat, found themselves to have become their lover!Things were great for them and their relationship thrived while living in Canaan.

But one day their messenger brings serious news about Ragnarok having started, and either Baal or Anat are forced to fight for the gods. Causing disturbance to their peaceful lives!

➩ Reader type: Mortal Gn! Reader x Anat x Baal

⚠: Mild injury, light angst, arguing between couple, death of a character!

In the heart of Canaan, amidst the golden fields of wheat and the roar of distant thunderstorms, stood the grand temple of Baal.

It was a place of reverence and worship, where the Canaanite people gathered to pay homage to their beloved deity, the God of storms, fertility, and harvest.

Within its sacred walls, Baal, alongside his cherished lover Anat, resided, watched over and cared for by their devoted priests.

Y/N, a faithful follower of Baal and Anat, often found solace and guidance within the temple's hallowed halls.

They would offer prayers and sacrifices, seeking the benevolent favor of their gods, to be closer to them somehow.

One fateful day this wish that felt impossible came true, as Y/N was welcomed to become more than a worshipper, a friend, a lover.

All thanks to their endless devotion!

But happiness as it seemed wouldn't last forever once Ragnarok came around and on this particular day, the tranquility of the temple was shattered by urgent whispers and hurried footsteps in the distance.

Y/N looked up, their heart skipping a beat as they saw their loyal messenger before them. Anat and Baal pulls Y/N by their was it, closer to themselves protectingly.

There was a tension in the air, a sense of foreboding that Y/N couldn't shake.

Before Y/N could ask what was even going on, the messenger breathless and wild-eyed, finally spoke about the news he bore.

"My lords," he gasped, "The gods of Valhalla demand one of you to duel against Alexander the Great. Ragnarok it has-"

Anat's eyes blazed with fury, her grip on her spear tightening, she couldn't believe what she was hearing! Baal, usually serene and gentle, puts his hand on Anat's to calm her.

"We must act swiftly then, I will go and fight for us. I'll spare you from another battle my darling Anat.." He declared, his voice resonating with power and love.

Y/N and Anat stared at the god in disbelief, Anat's face tensing up with tears rolling down her face, rather than turning soft like Baal had hoped for.

"Are you out of your mind Baal! I shall confront this so called Alexander the great and protect you and Y/N from harm."

Y/N's heart clenched with fear at the thought of Baal or Anat facing such a formidable foe.

They pleaded silently for both their safety, knowing that with Baal's gentle nature could be overshadowed by his wrath if provoked, as well for Anat, who often could be reckless.

Baal's gaze hardened, something he rarely could do, especially to his lovers.

"As I've said I'll not risk your safety, Anat. This fight is mine to face alone.."

Anat clenched her first, the weight of their decision hanging heavy in the air. But before their debate could escalate further, a voice soft interrupted them.

"I know you want to protect us Baal, but understand where Anat is coming from.." declared Y/N, their voice gentle yet firm.

Baal and Anat turned to regard Y/N, their presence softened the tension between the bickering lovers. Anat's eyes softened as she reached out to caress Y/N's cheek.

Thankful for their understanding.

"Thank you my sweet Y/N, this is exactly why we adore you so~"

Y/N accepts the goddess and her warm caress, letting Anat stroke the side of their face until Y/N let's their hand cover Anat's.

Anat looks confused at her lover.

"But.. I do believe Baal should get the chance to prove himself, Anat."

"No.. No! I cannot bear to see Baal in harm's way! Please understand Baal!!"

Y/N smiled reassuringly at Anat, pulling her into a embrace while she panicked.

"Trust in our bond, Anat. Together, we can weather any storm." Baal spoke reassuringly, joining in on their shared embrace.

With a nod and a few tears, Anat reluctantly agreed to the decision. Baal would be the one to face Alexander, with Anat and Y/N standing vigil at the sidelines watching.

When that day came Anat and Y/N nervously watched, comforting each other.

The battlefield raged with the fury of a thousand storms as Baal clashed with Alexander. Lightning crackled and thunder roared, shaking the very foundations of the cosmos.

Baal fought with all his might, his power unleashed in a torrent of divine wrath. But Alexander proved to be a formidable opponent, his tactics cunning and his resolve unyielding.

Baal found himself gravely wounded, his strength waning with each passing moment.

Anat's cry of anguish pierced the chaos of battle, tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched her beloved falter. Y/N's heart ached at the sight too, their own tears mingling with Anat's.

Baal, battered and bruised, felt the darkness closing in around him. But then, amidst the cacophony of battle, he heard their cries.

The voices of his beloveds reached him, stirring something deep within his soul.

With a roar of defiance, Baal summoned every last ounce of strength within him. With renewed determination, he pressed on, his every strike fueled by the love and devotion of Anat and Y/N.

Finally, the tide of battle turned. Alexander faltered before the might of Baal's fury.

With one final, decisive blow, Baal emerged victorious. As the dust settled, Baal stumbled forward, his wounds still raw and bleeding.

But then, he saw them, his lovers rushing to his side, their arms open wide in welcome. With a grateful yet weak smile, Baal collapsed into their embrace, the weight of his victory and his wounds finally catching up to him.

But in the arms of his beloveds, he found solace and strength, knowing that together, they would weather any storm that came their way.

[sealedinabook]

//Guess who needs to practice drawing bc what-is-this-anat-and-these-stray-cussin-lines? This cuss here!

[chucks this at @ror-witch anyway bc rebels n sneks]