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luvvsoft · 5 months
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ᰔᩚ poseidon x god! reader, fluff to angst, one-sided pining, rejection, a little ooc! poseidon, implied poseidon x amphitrite, set before ragnarok
wc: 1150 words
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"Cursed are those who feel oceans but can express just a drop."
the night sky was always a place you could look up to for comfort. it held the constellations and scattered stars that were a sight to behold. as the god of stars, you felt a much stronger pull toward them. you could always look up from mount olympus and expect to see the creations you so loved.
maybe it was the combination of the stars and oceans that led you to form a bond with the highly feared poseidon. you'd take vast amounts of time to go to the oceans and linger, as if waiting for someone. maybe that's what others would think if they saw you, though you knew better.
you met poseidon while stargazing. he'd come out of his domain for once and didn't bother to acknowledge you, as if you were a mere mortal who didn't deserve his attention.
"..."
it was an awkward situation, one where he just stood and paid you no mind.
"you know, you can have a seat and watch the stars alongside me," you said.
"hm.." was all you heard before there was some shuffling near you and he sat, still equipped with his trident.
"i find that there's a beauty in the stars: the way they can form just about anything and shine so brightly despite everything."
poseidon sat there and let you ramble, even when you swore you were bothering him. he didn't stop you or give you one of his pointed glares to shut you up.
he soon found out you were in fact not a mortal, but instead a god-- a minor god at that. he stopped wondering why he never saw you when he learned of how barely anyone remembered you.
you'd both come to form a friendship, if you could even call it that. it mostly consisted of you talking, while he listened and only said something when necessary. you enjoyed having someone to talk to, even if it was only in the night with only the stars as your witnesses.
poseidon treated you like no other; he'd been willing to abandon his duties if you asked, slay another if you so pleased, anything. it didn't take much for the both of you to become close, bonded like swans.
"hey, don't you ever get tired of just staring at the stars with me?" you asked.
"only a fool would get tired of you," he quickly replied.
you don't know what it was about that sentence that lit a fire in you, but it was burning as bright as the flames created by hephaestus himself. maybe it was how he indirectly admitted to not tiring of you, or maybe it was how he said only a fool would do the former. it didn't matter to you; it was just a moment of realization, realization that you fancied him and only wished for the feelings to be returned.
your meetings had a slight shift that only you felt. you looked forward to seeing him every night even more. there was a feeling bubbling up inside you that always wanted to burst and confess, but you held out. though you were aware of the way you felt for poseidon, you knew you couldn't act on it unless you were sure he felt the same way. you couldn't risk ruining what the both of you had, no matter what your heart told you.
you sought out aphrodite one night, who only served to convince you that the god you yearned for wanted you in the same manner you did him. with the newfound confidence, you got ready to meet with poseidon, who you were determined to make yours.
unbeknownst to you, poseidon did not feel the way you did. he would be lying if he said he didn't find comfort in your friendship, but that was all he thought of it as: a friendship. he thought of himself as too highly for you, too heavenly. he'd never be able to feel the way you did for him, for he'd already found someone to pour his love into.
when you met up for the night, he could instantly tell you were glowing, like one of the various stars you'd pointed out and told him about. you were also more dressed up than usual, as if this was a special occasion.
"hi, i've been waiting for you," you said, feeling like a shy schoolgirl who couldn't ask out their crush. perhaps that's what you were at the moment: nothing more than a person yearning for their loved one to love them back. you hadn't felt like a mortal in so long, it almost felt foreign.
"i see you clearly have somewhere to be," poseidon muttered.
though it was barely audible, you still caught onto it, clinging onto any words he uttered to you.
"no no, i have nowhere to be but by you tonight," you responded, albeit a little too defensively for your liking.
you both then sat and just admired the stars, with the occasional talk coming from you. tonight, you were paying more attention to poseidon: the way he talked and stared, the way his lips occasionally twitched.
"what would you do if you found out you have feelings for someone dear to you?" you randomly asked.
"where's this coming from?" poseidon asked back.
"i find myself in a situation like that and hope for your input," you said.
"in that case, i'd act on them," poseidon replied.
"then, i'd like to act on them. i need something more than friendship between us. i need to be able to comb through your golden locks when night falls, to hold you tightly and not dream of letting go, even when atlas gives out. even when those who reside in tartarus find a way to break free. my heart is written in the stars, searching for yours in a cluster of lonely stars. i'd orbit the sun, the planets, the galaxy to find your love, if you'd give me the privilege of doing so." you intensely said, not caring if it was overwhelming to you. you needed to get your feelings out before you regretted them. though if you knew the truth, you'd come to regret meeting poseidon altogether.
"i do not feel the same way," poseidon calmly said before standing up and leaving. leaving you alone with your heart that was slowly shattering. leaving you with the stars whom you once sought comfort from. leaving you with nothing but the tears slowly forming in your eyes. leaving you with nothing but the stars who cradled your form, as if they could soften the hurt.
Cursed are you who fell hard but wasn't caught.
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luxthestrange · 1 year
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RoR Incorrect quotes#114 Backstory
Poseidon*Walked off to reunite with his brothers, entering the lounge and sitting down gazing at the fight that's to come*...
Zeus: Brother? You seem deep in thought...*Waves his hand over Poseidon face...expecting to get hit in the head for doing that*...woah
Poseidon*Not paying attention, Dazed*...
Poseidon remembers his past with you...he almost can see himself back in the past
DP Y/n*Is upside down from a tree branch, looking down at Poseidon who is reading a book under the tree shade*...Did you know diarrhea is hereditary?
Poseidon*Frowns and looks up at you with an annoyed gaze*What-
DP Y/n: Yeah...it runs in your JEANS~
Poseidon*Deadpan stares, but looks down at the book to hide the edges of his lips lifted up*Hehm...
DP Y/n:HEHE!~*knows what he is doing*
Poseidon*Turning his body so his back is facing you*That is so goddamn stupid...
DP Y/n:YOU LAUGHED MOTHERFUCKER~*poking his back*
Poseidon: I didn't laugh.
DP Y/n:YES YOU DID!
Poseidon: Fuck im losing it...*Grabbed your arm that was poking him and pulled into his lap so he can return to reading with warm body heat*
Then Poseidon's memory shifts to the moment that ended it all...
DP Y/n: You lied to me! Just to get back to that other woman!
Poseidon: Don't you understand? You're the other woman
DP Y/n: No! You're dating me!? She's the other woman! And I thought...I thought this was all going so well
Poseidon: Look,...This just can't work
DP Y/n: Why not?... Who is the judge of that!
Poseidon: Listen, under different circumstances, well, who knows? But we're just too different. I mean, you're mortal!
DP Y/n: You should've thought about that before you asked me to be yours!
Poseidon: Why can't you understand? It was a mistake!?-I would never marry you!?-...*Realized his mistake too late as he saw you stopped moving*
Back with Present Poseidon
Poseidon*Feeling a gaping hole in his chest...that pressures the air out of his chest*...
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Lux*Putting in the background a song*...
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep~ The other woman will never have his love to keep~-
Part 3 of:
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mias-blogs · 6 months
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[ 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒌. ]
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“ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅. ”
𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑜𝑙𝑎 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.
[Angst.]
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You bring back to life your lover, Nikola Tesla and the other fights that have fallen... but at the cost of your own soul.
“ This isn't a good idea. ” you hear the voice of Beelzebub from behind you, you ignore it as you keep reading through the cursed book.
“ There. ” you whisper as you finally find the spell that will bring them back, the one that will in danger your own soul, but you loved 𝘩𝘪𝘮 more than you loved yourself, when you brought them back, they wouldn't all be in front of your own eyes, they would be in front of the people that loved them most.
For Adam would be Eve, for Poseidon and Hades their brother Zeus, for Heracles would be Arise, for Raiden would be his family, and for Nikola, you.
You sat down on the floor, the light of the full moon from the open window shinning on your back and on the mark you drew on the floor as you put the book in front of you.
“ For the soul of eight others, I will trade my own, may the dead bring their souls to the living, and may it drag my own back with him. ”
You wait for a second before you see your lover before you you get up and jump in his arms with teary eyes, he's shocked, he thought he died but now he's in the arms of his beloved.
“ [Name]? [Name]!? ” he almost yelled as he saw you in his arms again wrapped you in his arms as he cried, you gently pulled away.
“ I'm sorry. ” you mutter as you cried, making him both concerned and confused, “ My love, what do you mean? — ” he stopped his own words as he saw your body start to evaporate and turn into shinnings of gold and blurry gold dots, he immediately realized.
“ No— please, my love, don't— don't do this to me, I just got you back, don't go, please. ” he begged as he looked at you in horror
“ I'm sorry. ” you mutter, your hand fading away from his grap, he desperately tried to hold you, but failing as your body faded away, he looked at you in pain, oh, how you hate seeing him like this, you hate it, but you love him, and you'll do anything just for him to live, even without you.
“ Remember me, please. ” you said softly, your last words as you faded into nothingness.
“... I will...I will. ” he muttered as he cried.
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gabelesimp · 5 months
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Sometimes, I get ideas that make me want to bawl my eyes out-
But, I live and love angst!!
Inspired by the song: Out of the woods by Taylor Swift.
TW: Abandonment, Depression, Blood, Gore.
Record of Ragnarok!
Leonidas and child reader.
It was time...to test your fate.
He knew it was coming...and here it was. He lied to you, and he led you to the woods, high in the mountains.
Let's see if you can come home.
You were so young, you cried when you tried to catch up to him...it was time to learn how to survive on your own. But how...if your father wasn't around?..
It was cold...you were only left with a cape, and little amount of supplies. You just want to go home...Whatever the weather was...the night was always cold. You try to warm up with the dirty Cape...but you can't..
The next morning, you tried to hunt, but failed. You were getting hungry...so, you had to rely on vegetables and fruits. You climbed trees, and often fell from them.. You would cry so often, that you'd fall asleep..
It was the night that he'll regret leaving you out in the wild..
That night, you were running from wolves, but your small legs were getting tired, and you tripped on a branch. You cried, calling out for your father...but your cries were useless, you're far away from home.
..The Wolves finally caught up to you. You started to pray to your god, you screamed once your flesh was torn from your bone...crying out for one last time...before the jaws of a hungry beast finally bit into your fragile, weak body.
Leonidas waited for you to come home. Day and night, he would wait...but once he got tired of waiting, he searched for you...
Once he found the cape, there was a trail of blood...he followed it...and there he found you... Vultures ate your rotting flesh....I guess you, the child of a king, was a weakling.
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veroramona · 10 months
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Hello can I ask for an Hermes angst where the reader ends up dying in Ragnarok?
A/N: Oh, this sounds amazing! It got me nack into the mood to write, so thanks a lot! Also, I made the reader a gn!God, so I hope that I did you justice, dear anon <3
Summary: Hermes has to watch you, his godly lover, die in front of his eyes
Warnings: angst, violence (blood, fights), death, grief
Tagging @http-rae and @lololagni <3
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From the moment he saw your name on the participant list, Hermes has been on edge. He tried to hide it from everyone else. While most Gods missed the way he moved more stiffly, those like Zeus caught onto it. Of course, why wouldn't Hermes be so tensed up? His lover was going to participate in Ragnarok! It wasn't like he didn't trust you and your abilities. He knew that you were capable of defending yourself. But... a small, irrational part of his brain told him that this was not going to end well for both of you.
Hermes stood with Ares as Heimdall announced the next round of Ragnarok. Hermes masked his uneasiness with neutrality. He watched as Heimdall introduced you... and then your opponent. Hermes was confident that you could beat them. But this little annoying voice in his head kept on pestering him, telling him otherwise.
Hermes watched the fight commence. The tension was grinding on his nerves. He watched every single one of your movements, explaining your techniques and skills to Ares. Even the God of War could see how stiff Hermes was, but he found no words to comfort his brother.
You dodged your opponent's attacks with ease, but somehow, it got increasingly difficult for you to do so. Hermes had to watch as your opponent landed more and more attacks on your body – the body he always worshipped was now littered with injuries.
His eyebrows furrowed in terror as your strength faded away. No... it couldn't be. The Gods watched in horror as your opponent landed one final hit on you. You stood there, blood pooling out of your wounds. Your body collapsed to the ground... and then dissipated into thin air.
No... no, this had to be a nightmare. There was no way that a measly human being... killed you. No. This was a cruel prank that Loki was pulling on him. But a glance at the God of Mischief convinced him that this was real. It wasn't an illusion. You were gone. You were actually gone.
Hermes was frozen in place. His eyes were wide. He couldn't take his eyes off the arena. No. It couldn't be true. He pressed his lips together, biting back the tears that threatened to leak. He couldn't allow himself to mourn and grieve... not now. It got increasingly difficult for him to keep his composure. His hands were balled into fists, trembling ever so slightly.
He ignored what the other Gods said and left. He retreated to his private chambers. No one dared to follow him. Of course, everyone knew of your relationship. Therefore, they could figure out that Hermes was... not feeling well, to put it mildly. No one dared to disturb him.
Hermes felt pure, unadulterated hatred for the human that killed you. They took you away... brutally. Ragnarok was a mistake. The Gods should've exterminated them without giving them a chance. But... there was nothing he could do about it. You were gone... and you wouldn't come back.
For the first time in his entire existence, Hermes fell into despair.
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© veroramona. Do not steal, edit, copy, repost or translate any of my work on any social media account or claim it as your own work. If you find someone who does that, please alert me and report the account!
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htchnr · 8 months
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Hi! I have a request for Aaron x reader. Reader can be gn or f, it’s totally up to you.
Aaron comes home after a rough case — maybe he was injured, maybe it just took everything out of him emotionally. He goes to reader, who’s laying on the couch, and traps reader by lying on top of them, his head on their chest or tummy, and he just fully relaxes around them. Reader comforts him or talks about what happened while he was away while playing with his hair/rubbing his back/etc. idk, just something that you can do whatever you’d like with :)
★ the scent of home ❥ A. HOTCHNER.
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➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ patreon.
CW ➥ not proofread, sorry for any typos! ⋆ bruises ⋆ vague vague mention of a really heavy case ⋆ Aaron really needs a hug ⋆ extreme hurt/comfort ⋆ nudity, but it's not a focus ⋆ slight hint of ptsd, though not explicitly mentioned ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
WC ➥ 1,7K. SONG ➥ i want you, mitski. (you know the hurt/comfort is gonna be good when i break out Mitski 😈)
SUMMARY ➥ Aaron comes home broken, so you do what you do best, you take care of him. slowly piecing him back together.
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★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 HTCHNR. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★
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you're barely focusing on the tv at this point, the movie or show that came on half an hour ago was not enough to keep your eyes from slowly closing, your head nodding every few minutes as you almost fell asleep.
you almost miss the sound of the front door lock clicking, almost, as it then creaks open. it closes with a barely audible creak, heavy footsteps making their way to you.
you move a little on the couch, your head leaning against the armrest and your legs ever so slightly parted as they remain bent at the knee, as you try to get a look at who came in. "Aaron?" you call out, the slight panic subsiding as you see his tall frame make it's way to side of the couch where he drops his bag.
he's wearing a simple light striped dress shirt today, a dark blue tie rests loosely around the collar, the top two buttons of the shirt unbuttoned. the short glance you were able to steal showed you some dirt smudges across the shirt, some small tears as well. "Aaron, what's going on?" you quietly ask, voice showing your concern clear as day.
he ignores your question, sinking down into the couch as he settles his torso between your thighs, his big arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he presses his face into your stomach. the homey smell of your perfume flooding his senses as he takes deep breaths.
you lay there, completely still for a second as you process this — only to snap out of your concerned trance as you move your hands to comfort him, one hand gently tangling it's fingers in his hair, the other massaging his upper back as much as you can reach.
your heart sinks, brows almost as furrowed as his are on the daily as you let him hold you tightly. by the silence when he came in you already knew it had been tough at work, he rarely came in without announcing himself.
he nudges his face further into your stomach, so much so you're almost worried he won't get enough air. "honey..? can you look at me please?" you try again, a gentle hand moving to cup his cheek, try to lift his head.
it takes him a minute or two, before he leans into your touch, looking up from your stomach — had he been crying - ? he watches with wet honey eyes the way your eyes focus on his tears, thumbing them away with gentle strokes. "do you want to talk about it?" you whisper, slight tears threatening to prickle at your own eyes.
his brows twitch, and with a short shake of his head, he lays it back down against your stomach — his arms tightening around your waist.
okay, you think. and so you let him hold you as tight as he needs, your soothing fingers playing with his hair and gently massaging his scalp as he breathes in the safe scents of home. he's home, he's safe.
it feels like an eternity passes, Aaron laying face first still against your shirt, silent tears soaking the cotton. and you, tired fingers never once stopping their massage against his scalp. your hand slides down, your gentle thumb finding purchase against his cheek once more. "Aaron, love?" you whisper, your voice a little raspy from exhaustion.
he nods against your stomach, nudging his cheek against your thumb. a sad smile finds it's way onto your lips at the motion. "do you have the energy for a bath?" after a few seconds he nods again. "let's go upstairs then, okay?" you gently offer. another nod.
you slowly sit up, Aaron moving himself along with you. it had really gotten that bad, huh? "come on handsome, let's get you up." you gently smile, both your hands holding his face now as he lifts himself up to face you. "there's he is," you smile sweetly, thumbs stroking his strong cheekbones.
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the trip up the stairs was slow, and gentle — taking all the time he needed to make his way up with you by his side, your arm never leaving his waist. he looked sore, that was for sure. flinching a little with each step until your both reached the top.
you turn on the faucet and plug the drain before you gently sit him down on the edge of the tub, you move to stand between his thighs, carefully pulling his jacket off his shoulders and off his arms and hanging it over the door. your gentle fingers untie his tie, letting it hang as you unbutton his shirt, brows furrowing more and more as a series of bruises are revealed when you pull his shirt off his shoulders.
"oh honey.." you mutter sadly, hanging his shirt and tie with his jacket before kneeling down to untie his shoes. you gently pull them off, setting them by the door, then pulling his socks off and bawling them up and tucking them in one of the shoes.
"okay, i need you to stand up now." you whisper, nothing but the gentlest eyes watching him. he nods, grimacing as he stands up. your smaller hands unbuckle his belt, unbuttoning his slacks as well as you pull them down along with his boxers to his ankles. he steps out of them, a hand on your shoulder for balance before you hang everything over the door.
before turning the water off, you catch a glance of his lean, bruised body. he had plenty of new bruises scattered across his pale skin.
the tub has been mostly filled, and you help Aaron into the warm water, hearing him audibly sigh as he sinks into the comforting water. you kneel down beside the tub, reaching for a washcloth and some soap. you lather the washcloth in soap, gently dragging it along Aaron's sensitive skin. "does that feel okay?" you hesitantly ask, not knowing if it hurts more than it comforts.
but he nods nonetheless, almost pressing his arm into the washcloth. the sad smile returns to your lips as you sit up on the edge of the tub to reach his back better. your heart sinks however, as your eyes trail across the plethora of bruises on his back, his muscles flexing as he feels you eye them.
and for the first time that night, he speaks up — a large, bruised-knuckle hand, reassuringly reaches to hold one of yours. “i’ll be okay,” he rasps. his voice sounded like it was sore.
you took a deep breath, continuing the gentle massage of the washcloth, careful to avoid as many bruises as you could. after tenish minutes you find yourself done, every inch of his body now clean and gently massaged — his head laying in your lap as you sit on the edge of the tub, fingers combing through his hair.
you let him rest like that for a few more minutes, then gently lifting his head from your lap as you move to pull the drain plug. he takes a deep breath, before lifting himself from the now room temperature water. you hand him a towel, before opening the bathroom door. “i’ll go grab you some clean things,” you speak up, gentle eyes searching his tired and pained ones for a second. he nods, drying himself off.
he's all dry by the time you return with some clean boxers and soft sweatpants, helping him step out of the tub before handing them to him as you take the towel from him.
he gets dressed, sighing when he pulls up the soft sweatpants up his legs. you continue to watch him, leaning against the counter until he's done. you hold out your hand, threading your fingers with his as his larger one engulfs yours. you slowly lead him to your shared bedroom, sitting him down before getting undressed yourself.
his tired eyes watch you carefully, as you pull your shirt over your head, tossing it in the laundry basket. his eyes are glued to your form as you shimmy out of your jeans, chucking them with your shirt. you're here, he's safe. and you're safe.
you turn around, finding his eyes on you as you make your way to the bed, sliding in under the covers as you hold out your hand for him. he sighs tiredly, painfully moving until he's between your thighs again, head resting against the warm skin of your stomach and his hands holding your waist desperately.
your fingers find themselves in his hair once again, tangling and untangling themselves as you hold him against you. “we’ll be okay,” you whisper, leaning down to place a kiss to the top of his head. his heart throbs as he presses his head up into the kiss, the contact sending sparks down his spine.
he nods, his muscles untensing the more he winds down. he's home, he's safe — but most importantly, you're safe.
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buterccup · 1 year
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Ocean child tears
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A/N: The fight may not be in the right order- but I hope you all still enjoy it!
summary: Being the adopted child of the one and only Poseidon made a lot of people think you were just as cold-hearted as the Ocean tyrant. But during the third round of Ragnarok, and you witness something that you wished so many times to be a sick joke, the humans and gods finally saw who you were.
Warnings: Angst, death, blood, gore, swearing, slight comfort at the end?, Gn! reader.
Character(s): Poseidon x Young demigod! Reader(Platonic)
It was almost time for the third round, of what you thought were pointless battles. Even though the humans were reckless, greedy, wrathful, and pitiful you never saw a need to kill them all. You were human too. Well, Half.
And that was one of the reasons why you wondered why the almighty Poseidon took you under his wing. He despised humans so why would he accept you. But you digress, you were very grateful to him.
At first, of course, Poseidon had the reoccurring thought of killing you but since you were half god as well he thought otherwise. But the longer you followed him like a lost puppy the more he seemed to tolerate your presence than hate it then enjoyed it more than he used to tolerate it. He seemed to give you everything your non-existent parents couldn't. But one thing that you wished didn't come along with you once he adopted you was the simultaneous agreement from everyone else around you that you were just like him. Which was annoying, to say the least.
And you hated that fact that he was going to be fighting in the next match.
"Hey, [Name]~...[Name]. [Name]!"
"Has it started already?!"
"What? no- not yet anyways. But you have to stop daydreaming in these hallways." Loki's voice would tease you, a hint of annoyance in his voice after seeing you in the same spot he'd seen you the past 3 times beforehand. And although you were a halfling, as Loki likes to call it, you both surprisingly got along well. Sometimes.
You did nothing but let out a chuckle and look at Loki with a tired look, a churning feeling in your stomach starting to grow, and before you could say anything of your own the Norse god began to walk down the hallway with a smug smile on his face.
"Come on now, we don't want to be late for your Father's grand entrance!"
"Yeah, I'm coming."
You were a couple steps behind the god mischief as you entered the concrete box where the more important gods and goddesses sat, and if you were going to be honest with yourself you didn't know if you should be allowed to be sitting next to any of them.
"[Name], darling! You took quite a while to come back, are you alright?" Aphrodite's soft voice would call out to you as you took your seat next to Ares, the unshakeable feeling in your stomach getting worse once she asked.
"I'm fine, just fine..." you managed to mutter out, slouching back into your chair as you placed a hand on your stomach, Heimdall's booming voice grabbing man and maker's attention.
"...WELCOME TO ROUND THREE OF RAGNAROK!" Heimdall continued to speak like he was preaching as you started to smile a little, everything about him making him a great hype man in fights like these.
Hermes, being one if not the only person to see you smile, causing the smug servant to chuckle behind his hand.
"-SO LET'S BRING OUT OUR NEXT CHALLENGER!" this announcement makes you sit up properly in your seat this time, eager to see your father in the arena in the middle.
"HERE COMES GOD WARRIOR THREE! IT'S TIME TO GET WET!!" the last sentence Heimdall made causing you to look over at Loki to see if he made any reaction until the crashing of waves and the blinding light of a spotlight overtook your senses.
The water splits in two as you finally got to see your father making his way to the island arena, your eyes sparkling and your lips pulling up in a proud smile. You were very lucky that you had him as your father and you believed that no human, whoever it may be, would bring him to his knees.
Then the representative for the humans entered the stage from a wooden boat. And you must say he looked strong. Well as strong as an old man could look. And just like your father, Heimdall gave him too an amazing intro. So greatly spoken in fact that sometimes you wondered what side he was on.
Once the match officially started and your father's trident finally pierced through the Asian man's skin every god started to cheer for him. And who were you to not join in too? Causing the Gods in the spectator box to turn to your cheering figure. The only unfazed deities being Hermes and Loki. But once Poseidon turned around to give every single God that cheered for his victory a deadly glare for silence it went dead quiet, the only voice that could be heard though was yours.
The newer and uninformed gods and goddesses muttering words of shock.
"Who do they think they are?.."
"They're going to die!"
"They've done it now..."
"They must be important to be there but..."
"I've never seen a god like them before."
"It's because they're not..."
"Huh?"
But to say the least, everyone was shocked to see someone such as yourself ignore the almighty tyrant of the seas. But to their surprise, his gaze was much softer when he looked up at you before focusing on the battle. Leaving you unharmed with no threats thrown your way.
"Lord Poseidon!"
You were clearly showing off the perks of being his child.
"Father Poseidon! Papa!"
"What is it, child?" Poseidon called out to you with a sigh as you ran up to him with a face of pure joy, something clearly in your hands, the closer you got the clearer how wet they were. Bringing them up to him with such pride as you wave them in his face, small droplets of water landing on his face.
"A gift papa Poseidon!" you proudly state as your hands shake but soon stopped as you squeezed your hands tighter. "Lord...But a gift? Show me, child." he reminded you quietly but that didn't stop him from wanting to know what you have gotten him.
And with no hesitation, you showed the god his gift. A... baby Pacu fish? At first, the tyrant was confused and somewhat worried but once he looked longer at the false piranha look alike he knew he didn't need to be too worried.
He just picked up the poor creature and put it back in a water pool next to him.
"Do you like it? It's so cute!" he would then hear you ask, your bright smile never leaving your small chubby face as you stared into the body of water, watching the baby fish swim around. "Yes. It's nice. But you can't just pick up random fishes." he then says, not wanting you to pick up something that could harm you, as he grips his trident and bonked you on the head with the flat side of it gently. The coldness of the metal comforts you.
"ehe! Okay, papa oh- Lord Poseidon!"
"Good...Well done, child."
It was mid-way through the third round, and the prideful smile you had before had been replaced with a worried frown the human had been dodging every single attack, almost like Adam, but less flawlessly. Seemingly memorized every single movement and attack of your father in his head.
The uncomfortable feeling from before crawling back into your stomach haunts you, not even seeing your father striking back a the man making it go away. Your thoughts racing. And you felt your heart drop once you saw that the man, Kojiro Sasaki, finally drew blood. Shocking almost every god watching.
"Oh my..." you heard Aphrodite say from behind her hand as she looked down at the battle while your brows furrowed, a serious look in your eyes. "It's going to be fine." you would just repeat to yourself as you gripped the arms of your chair, a cold sweat forming on your forehead.
"It's going to be fine." your father says and he fixes your robes and started to walk in front of you. His face held a deadpanned expression but his words help sincere encouragement and comfort. It was your first time going with him to see how he did his job.
Most of the time for you, you stayed in his home and watched things from the window in your room, so you were very nervous but excited to come along with him.
"But...father...Lord Poseidon.." you then called out to the large man as you tried to keep up with him, hearing you call out for him causing him to stop and turn around to your younger figure. Clear worry in your eyes than excitement, "I'm a half-human father...what if-"
"Silence child, if you think that you are idiotic and I shouldn't have taken you in. But I'm sure you don't." Poseidon's voice boomed, strong and harsh like the vast waves of the sea, your head dropping down. "You are half-god too, child. Never forget that." he then continued, no matter how harsh his voice may sound it was overflowing with warmth and care. Even if it was hard to tell.
All you did was look up at him with a smile and nod your head, feeling the nervousness and insecurity fade away as Poseidon lifted his trident and placed the flat side gently on your head. Everything in his stance while he did that radiated pride. Pride for you.
"Now hurry, I have a lot to do."
"Yes, Lord Poseidon."
You could feel your heart in your throat as you watched the human try striking your father again but it almost felt like everything went quiet once the man's weapon got snapped into two like a twig and Heimdall's voice boomed out once again.
The worried murmurs and quiet sobs came from the humans. You felt pity for them, of course, they were going to be erased but you couldn't help but feel happy that your father was going to live. Until Kojiro picked up his blade and the fragments started to glow a beautiful green.
"Is he..."
"Oh?"
"Amazing..."
Everything felt like a blur until you saw a familiar crimson color come from your father's skin. An uncontrollable fear crawls up your spine. You knew if your father saw how you were acting right now he would be disappointed.
You tried so hard to keep calm, knowing that in the end Poseidon will win this fight but then another strike from the human's divine weapon tasted blood again, soon making Poseidon almost drenched in blood after a while.
You couldn't help but whimper out of fear, anger, and resentment towards the people that took the only person that truly looked out for you. Your whimpers soon turn to loud gasps with every injury then finally a scream. Poseidon's arm was cut clean off of his arm.
"Lord...LORD POSEIDON!" you screamed out once again the Gods seated next to you had an expression full of shock. They had never, in all their time seen you shout with such emotion. But you paid no mind to it as your face contorted into a one of pure fear as you watched your father's arm get chopped clean off and body get sliced.
That's when it happened. The human, Sasaki Kojiro, managed to make the mighty Poseidon fall. This must have been a bad dream. That sentence kept going on repeat in your head as you placed your hands on your head and gripped tightly onto your hair. Frightened whimpers soon morphed into sobs and cries but your eyes remained dry.
This must've been how it felt for Adam's family, for the whole of humanity. It felt like your heart had just been ripped from your chest after you'd been beaten and choked. But worse. Meanwhile, the gods just stared in shock, the whole god's side of the arena was silent apart from your sobs.
"Pose...FATHER POSEIDON!" you suddenly screamed as tears finally started to run down your face once Poseidon fell to the ground. All you could do was reach out to him. Hoping, praying that he would somehow get up.
"GET UP! PLEASE!"
The deities just looked at you with pity as your tears started to fall down into the water below, your cries being covered by the cheers of the humans.
You honestly couldn't handle the scene anymore. You couldn't bear to see your father turn into shards of nothingness, never to be seen again. Because unlike him, you were weak. Emotionally anyway.
So before anything else could happen you picked up your pitiful figure from leaning on the stone railing and walked away from the area.
"[Name] wait where are you..."
"Leave them be Loki."
They couldn't really blame you for walking out like that. Although you were wondering how your father would have reacted, seeing you like that. You knew you shouldn't be thinking this way or letting yourself drown in your tears you knew-
"[Name]."
"Hercules?" you then mumbled, as you wiped a tear away as the coldness you felt before was overcome with a never-ending warmness. Your eyes meet Hercules's sympathetic ones as he let your sorrows wash away.
You always wanted to learn how to whistle the tune of  Medusa Alope Demeter.
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lilithizhere · 10 months
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Loki x s/o that is like tanjiro just basically nice to everyone and very strong how would others react to the relationship
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You were a kind person and so caring to everyone. Even when their mean to you. That's what Loki loves about you. You were so kind and caring towards him and didn't care for his pranks.
Odin and Thor were the most surprised, they couldn't even believe Loki, got a partner, especially one that is so kind and caring.
You met many Gods and Goddess and the human opponents. You liked Sasaki, cause he fought with a sword like you!
Many gods and Goddess question how the hell Loki of all people ended up with you.
Even Hades was surprised. Hades is the kinda of helper of Demon Slayer corps, since the demons are his realm. Cause they keep escaping and you and other demons slayer and the Hashira have too kill them, even in the after life.
Loki was surprised that you could be so sweet, kind and caring even though Muzan killed your family and made Nezuko a demon.
Even if it's all better now he is still surprised.
Odin and Thor like you because you keep Loki out of trouble.
Many were also surprised with your strength, with many wanting to fight you. (Lu bu, Raiden, Shiva, and Posiden.)
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recreationalfanfics · 11 months
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Words Hurt (Angst Drabble)
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It's quite a well known fact that Loki tends to lash out. He doesn't think about the consequences of his actions all that much, just that he has emotions and he needs to express them in someway. He needs to shout, yell, destroy, and tear down others just so he can get a unsatisfying but fulfilling feeling of not being as miserable as he was previously. You knew this, you were just as knowledgeable as the other gods about Loki and his unpredictable mood swings, and you were fully aware of them when entering a relationship with him.
There was a difference, however, in accepting someone with all their flaws and letting them lash out at you when you have done no wrong.
You sense he is upset. As a fellow god, you are as well but for different reasons. You were upset because the God slain by humanity was a good friend, Loki was upset because the humans were catching up to the Gods.
"I don't understand it! They're inferior beings! HOW COULD THEY HAVE CAUGHT UP!?" Loki snarled. You stay silent, knowing he isn't actually asking a question to you, and let him ramble. "We all WANT to win but us gods should be crushing them! and thanks to that pathetic god from your pantheon, they've caught up!"
...You break your tone when you hear that.
"What exactly do you mean, Loki?" You ask, your tone a bit defensive. Loki just let out a cold laugh and looked at you, "I mean, don't act like you didn't know. They aren't exactly the strongest god and putting them up there in general was a mistake. Now thanks to them, they're catching up."
His face contorts in anger, you aren't disturbed by it, but you are disturbed by his words.
"My ally fought hard and they fought well. I should also remind you that Poseidon is no longer with us because of them and he was one of the strongest of us all," You then walk over to your lover, eyes narrowed and your eyes looking at him in defiance, "so remember that when you speak ill of them."
The green haired god blinked in surprise but sighed in what sounded like defeat before caressing your cheek, his thumb now pinching it. Not in a way that hurt but it wasn't very pleasant.
"My poor dumb lover," His tone was woeful as he let go, you bring your hand to your cheek and rub it as you glared at him, "you bring up such irrelevant facts. Your fellow god died because they were too weak, even by our standards. That is the truth, plain and simple."
He smiles at you, such an infuriating smile. You know that you spent eons, lifetimes, admiring it. Now you simply wonder if it always made his face look punchable. The anger in your chest bubbled, the both of you know it, and he's just waiting for you to let him have it.
That's right, get upset. Get mad. At him or humanity? He doesn't care.
All he cares about is that he's seething with rage and he needs someone to join him. A selfish desire, yes, but he didn't particularly care. He wasn't even mad at you, he realizes this, but it's not fair that the humans were getting to him. He needed someone to feel as frustrated and enraged as he did.
So won't you join him, darling? Won't you keep his misery company with yours?
"Goodbye, Loki." You finally speak, your tone mature and even, yet also laced with venom.
He blinks and watches as you turn around, walking out of the room.
You know what he's trying to do. You know he isn't upset with you or your friend, your heart breaks as you realize your pantheon will be silent and solemn due to the missing spot in it, but you weren't his emotional punching bag. You weren't something that he can lash out on but it seems he needed to be reminded of that.
You don't let him see the tears falling down your eyes because then he'd get the reaction he wanted from you. He knew that they were there, however, and it was strange.
He wanted to make you upset, so he did not feel alone, and he had done that. Yet the boiling anger was no longer there the moment you turned away, just a cold feeling that left him emptied and hollowed.
...Perhaps...perhaps he had pushed it too far with his antics.
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moeyes · 1 year
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“things that matter” ♡ | nikola tesla
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pairing: nikola tesla x gn. reader
warnings: 4.8k words, afterlife au, pre-ror development, fluff, established relationship, far distance relationship issues, angst with a happy ending, slow build-up, soft make-out sessions
synopsis: your lover, consumed by his conquest for a massive breakthrough in his studies, loses sight of the people around him that matter– especially you.
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HIS WORK, AND NOTHING MORE-- A COMMON PHRASE USED BY NIKOLA WHEN DESCRIBING HIS PASSIONS. It was one of the very things that you adored about your lover; indeed, his overwhelming devotion to whatever he puts his mind to. Hearing in excruciating details the discoveries Nikola has made so far, along with what he intends to do in the future. He never rushed his perfection, taking his time analyzing each and every component of a plan to make sure everything is executed flawlessly. No matter how much time it took him, he would spend every fiber of his being to complete it.
It was always a sight to see him dancing around his lab with the equations and models that he scribbled down with a dull chalk bud used relentlessly. Nikola's eyes would always be brimming with purest form of fascination when he figured out an answer to his dilemmas, as if it were a gift that he's been given. Mozart's symphonies would echo throughout the hall on his record player, playing for long spans of time whenever he was too focused on the task at hand to change it.
There were even instances where Nikola pushed his body to the extreme, leaving him to feel lethargic from the lack of food and sleep. You had grown used to taking care of him during those times, pampering him with his favorite meals and resting the rest of the day away. Majority of the time, Nikola recognized the limits that his body held, but there was one particular research project that spiraled him down into passing out. You could recall everything that transpired that day. The sheer fright of how pale his skin looked, how his cheeks have thinned, and how his eyebags had darkened, creating semi-permanent indentations around his eyes.
Bringing him from off the floor, you eased him down onto his desk chair, propping up his body to where he wasn't uncomfortable. Fetching some water and a clean cloth, you started with dipping the cloth into the bowl, squeezing out the excess water before dabbing the wet fabric onto his face to wake Nikolas. You repeated the process for a few cycles before you noticed him beginning to wake. At that moment, you knew you couldn't hold your tongue with the way he was treating his body. "You mustn't push your body to the brink of exhaustion, dearest! Seeing you as a workaholic husk instead of the vivacious and hungry man fueled by his desire to create, to help others concerned me to no end." 
It was as if you were scolding a child as the words poured feverishly past your lips.  Fist clenched and shoulders squared, you held your ground on the matter, yet you couldn't make yourself glare at his disheveled frame. No, your gaze softened as you knelt down to Nikola's seated body, pressing the gentlest of kisses to his calloused fingertips to his bruised knuckles. "I love how attentive you are to your career as an inventor, but you can't drown yourself in the storm of ideas you constantly have brewing in your head. You need to establish a balance between your work and your well-being."
Nikola placed his hand over yours, letting your words sink in and permeate in his head. He always hated being wrong, but he couldn't deny that your words held the truth. What he hated even more was seeing you in such a distraught state of mind, worrying over him. His thumb rubbed circles across the joints of your fingers, as if you were the one who needed comforting.
"I'm sorry, my love. There's no need to fret over me any longer." He said, his voice low and raspy instead of his usual bombastic volume he emitted wherever he went. "I'm always going to worry about you because I care. I just don't want you to drown yourself in your work." Blue eyes that made even the clearest of skies pale in comparison stared down at you dully, lacking the luster that once made them sparkle. You cup the side of his face tenderly, raising his head from its slumped state.
"Just... Promise me you'll try to take better care of yourself?" Nikola didn't respond with words; instead, he leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss to your temple. His hands clung onto your top, the fabric being dug into by his hands. Your usual perfume filled his nostrils, a scent that even in the deepest of trances can bring some awareness for him. More than anything in this very moment, Nikola wanted the company that he isolated himself from for far too long. "I'll try, just promise you'll be patient with me." There was no question on the matter, you knew that you would always wait for him, because you were indubitably in love with him.
Even in death, as your soul became your sentient being, your final form, you stayed by his side. Both of you appearing in your prime, his tousled back hair to his vibrant blue eyes, he was just as how you remembered him. Holding the same vigor he carried throughout his past life, he worked even harder within a world that had no limitations in the pursuit of his studies. With newfound access to creators from timelines both in the past and future, he was able to converse with some of the brightest minds from across history. understanding what was once foreign to him.
Of course, Nikola made a greater effort in spending time with you as well. Apart from his fast-paced ramblings and frantic pacing throughout the new workspace he had created with you, Nikola explored things outside the realm of science, things of your interest. Showing you grand gestures by creating little trinkets and décor that made him think of you, scheduling days away from his job to devote that time to you and you alone-- whether it be simply appreciating one another's company or taking you out to sightsee areas that he believed you would like. Seeing him take into mind what you've said in the past, seeing him make an effort after spending countless years with one another, was touching. You knew how much being an inventor meant to Nikola, and in no way would you ever try to take that away from him.
Just as much as he compromised for you, you made sure to reciprocate the same notion to him. There would be times where it stretched for days where you wouldn't hear from him, seeing as he close himself off into his lab like a hermit when the latest idea that he had needed to be fulfilled. Little notes would be transferred between the two of you in these moments to reassure one another that you were doing alright with the use of a robotic pigeon named Regis that he created for this sole purpose. It was miraculous how lively the animatronic acted, almost like she were your pet bird. Whenever she wasn't sending messages between the both of you, she would keep you company during the time Nikola couldn't.
And no matter what, in the end of his grueling sessions, you were always the first for Nikola to sought after, showing you the fruit of all of his hard work, going into depth for every specific detail and purpose for what each mechanic served. To tie it all together, he would always pull you into his embrace, peppering kisses all along your face as you would giggle at his antics. Everything in your "life" with Nikola was going smoothly, and you wouldn't trade it for the world, but even in the afterlife, things can't be harmonious forever. There were rumors uprising about the Gods consulting about an event called Ragnarök occurring, and out of all the billions of people that could've been chosen, Nikola Tesla was one of the thirteen warriors drafted to fight for humanity.
You knew there was no swaying Nikola from carrying out with this request, no matter how much your heart yearned for him to refuse, to back down this once, so he could stay with you. He was too stubborn, too prideful about his intelligence in what science has to shoe to ever step down; in fact, you swore that he was elated to be picked for the duel, eyes brimming inexplicably bright as the sides of his mouth twitched upwards. For how long you've known Nikola, it's amazing how he still manages to baffle you every once in a while. What was no surprise, though, was how quickly he went to work afterwards, sparring no time for civilities any longer, for he had work to do.
"There's no time to lose," He dressed himself quickly, rushing from out the bedsheets to gather some of his most needed equipment to bring along with him. Where he was exactly going, neither of you knew, but he was told that he would be escorted to a private chambers later in the day via letter. "I will ensure that Regis stays with you. I don't know when I'll see you next." He looked at you, watching the twitch of your lips as you tried your best to hold a smile. "I know." Nikola knew that you understood the gravitation of the situation, it just didn't make it any easier to part from one another. "I'm a sorry excuse of a lover. I know, time and time again, I don't deserve someone as understanding as you are, but please wait for me."
You shook your head at his self-degrading, disapproving of any of the claims that he had made about himself. "I always will, Nikola." Affirming your words with a kiss to his lips, you relished the feeling of his smooth lips, the stale taste of whiskey lingering when you parted away from him. Making sure that neither of you could forget the feeling of each other, Nikola brought his lips back onto yours, this time, holding the notion for longer. His gloved thumb cupped the side of your jaw, controlling the pace.
He kissed you as if it would be his last, sharing to you what could not be expressed through words, before he pulled away, eyes lulling over you. Exhaling through your nose, you pecked the corner of his mouth before moving away. "Let's finish up quickly. Maybe we'll have time for a drink afterwards." Nikola offered, grinning in your direction before he turned to work on a section of his lab, next to you. The time spent getting his items packed together was short, but you spent it as close as you possibly could to each other until he had to depart.
Brunhilde, the eldest of the Valkyrie sisters, was quick to usher Nikola into a space where he could concur his masterpiece alongside the most brilliant minds within history, locked away to handle his own devices. You knew you wouldn't be seeing Nikola for a while, hearing him discuss all the varying thoughts he had stored up in that magnificent mind of his, nor have him hold you during nightfall, where the warmth of his body would ease you to sleep. This situation was bigger than you, and he had his wondrous destiny to triumph over, so you had to be strong. You had to conceal your emotions on the matter, and support him as best as you could from the sidelines.
Time seemed to pass effortlessly over the span of weeks, going on two months, and you hadn't heard a peep from Nikola. It was as if he had disappeared off the very face of the Earth, and you had no means of finding him. Patience was becoming something you couldn't afford, no matter how much you attempted to coax yourself into whatever ideas you'd like to believe was true. There was no evidence to support any of your claims, anything your imagination manifested for the sake of comfort, and knowing that made you impatient. The only communication line you had has now been severed, and your only hope was that one of your little friends could reach out to him, or someone that could get you to him.
"Please try and find him for me, Regis. I need to know that he's doing okay." Your desperate whispers were weak as you cradled the metallic bird within your trembling hands. The request was tied to one of its hindlimbs, a shriveled up note lacking any of the flair that you would typically put in. It was a pathetic excuse of a request to see him, at the earliest convenience, to whoever had the capability to hear your woes and help out. You watched as Regis's intricate wings flapped, before leaving the window of your chambers until she was out of sight. With taking account of Regis's speed, she could locate Nikola within the span of a few hours, if his lab was in close distance.
All you could in that time was clean yourself up, changing from out of the days old clothing that had been left on your back to change into something much more presentable for the public eye. Combing out the tangles in your hair that you had refused to have taken care of any earlier and brushing your teeth until all the plaque buildup had been scrubbed away. You tried to recall the moment you fell out of your daily routines of self care, being about for days ago when the an entire two months had passed with no words exchanged with Nikola. Of course, you had your friends, but you wanted the company of your lover, you had to see him, or at least hear him. This was the longest you had gone without seeing him, or without one of those little notes he would send you to show you that he was at least still functioning.
You didn't want to disturb him, but you wished that he reached out first to let you know that he was okay, and that he longed to see you just as much as you do now. You blink away the tears that attempted to gloss over your eyes-- no, you wouldn't cry, even though thinking about the loss of contact hurt. Reminiscing over what was instead of how things are now made things easier for a time, but they were no permanent solution by any means. Once you were finished tidying yourself up, you occupied the time by going throughout the piles of notes that he had composed throughout his projects, his handwriting surprisingly eloquent for how fast he jotted everything down. Even throughout his scattered thoughts, you were a sidenote on every few pages, seeing Nikola's deepest desires to be beside you used as a motivation to work even harder.
Sometimes you were a footnote on the side, but then there were others where thoughts of you would take up the entirety of a page. If something was used to quell your anxious thoughts of how much importance you are to him, the hundreds of pages that you were on made all the doubt you once held wash away the more you buried yourself into his writing. Digging deeper and deeper into every stack that you could get your hands on, you saw how much he cared, and that in the stretched out times that you were apart, even now, still took a toll on him too. Despite feeling so bitter initially, so lost as to where you stand with Nikola, you nearly forgot the type of man your dearest was.
Nikola Tesla was a lover unlike any other, one who was so devoted that his eyes never strayed to another, one who once makes a promise never backs down from it. His resolve was strong, which was probably one of the very reasons he was chosen to fight for humanity. This wasn't something that should make you upset, it should be something that makes you proud of all of his efforts being recognized by the Gods. If that isn't a feat in itself, then you didn't know what was. You smiled to yourself, one that was genuine, for the first time in what felt like weeks. "Nikola, wait for me just a little bit longer. I'm on my way." You declared aloud, your voice echoing throughout the domed space, before proceeding to examine more of his research entries as Mozart played in your ears.
"My, I never thought I would have the opportunity to examine the mad scientist's before-death work for myself." A feminine voice jested, one that sounded quite familiar to your ears. You whipped your head around, surprised by the unexpected intrusion on your privacy. Brunhilde, someone you didn't quite trust, waltz right past your locked door to stand right in front of you. "How did you-" "Valkyries have a lot of things that humans don't. Anyway, it's of no importance right now," It was clear that she wasn't going to elaborate any more on the whole "breaking-in" spiel, but you couldn't help but be curious by her sudden arrival. "There was a creation of Tesla's, a bird who approached me with a request made by you." Revealing the now crumpled note that she was holding onto, you were relieved to see that Regis was able to reach out to someone in power over the whole event.
"I wish to see Nikola. I know he's busy, so I'm grateful for any amount of time I'm able to spend with him," Your cheeks flushed deeper with each word you spoke, but you knew it was what you wanted more than anything else. "Has he been taking care of himself? I hope he hasn't been drowning himself in alcohol to keep up." Muttering the last part under your breath, you glanced towards her hopefully. With all the commotion going around, it would make sense if Brunhilde didn't have the time to check up on him daily, but she was the last one you saw interact with him. You figured she had to know something about his whereabouts. "Tesla has been well; in fact, he's been outworking all of his other colleagues, staying up for hours on end."
You chuckled at the thought, recalling yourself placed in a familiar situation with Tesla. Multiple different occurrences, each with their own story to tell. Times where you would escort him to bed, others where you provided him company when the moon was high-strung and vibrant. You could go on, and on with the stories you had to share, but now simply wasn't the time. "That sounds like him. For a man who a go with only an hour of sleep, it's incredible how he always manages to outpace everyone." You couldn't stop the smile from breaking out on your lips as you gazed back down at the last paper you were holding, one dedicated to you. "You care for him deeply." Brunhilde said in a matter-of-fact tone, fingertips grazing over the stray papers scattered across his desk as she made her way to you.
"He is always in my thoughts," You paused, grip tightening on the sheet of paper in your hands. "I'm surrounded by every little thing that reminds me of him. It's amazing how thinking of someone can make a person so happy, yet so sad at the same time." She hummed softly at your words, her walking ceasing when she made her way 'round the lab until she was right in front of you. "I can bring you to him. I believe Tesla seeing you will improve his work ethic significantly." Oh, so she did gain something out of helping you with your request, but it was of no matter. What did was that you wouldn't have to waste a second more wallowing in your loneliness, because you would be with him. "I would love nothing more than to see him."
Brunhilde flashed a smile in your direction, beckoning you with a wave of her hand. Without hesitation, you followed her without second thought out of the room to as she lead you out of your home, out to an area you didn't recognize. There were so many questions you wanted to ask her, but a part of you assumed that Brunhilde wasn't the type to share all of her cards to anyone she didn't trust. Deciding that it would be best to ask Nikola his perspective when you had the chance, you kept your mouth shut as you continued to walk alongside her in silence. Being graced with the enormous arena structure that replicated the common Greek architecture, you marveled at the sight for a moment, before realizing that she continued to walk within the open hallways.
Venturing throughout this place was most certainly a workout in itself. Various corridors and stairs to escalate, you began to wonder how it was so easy for Brunhilde to keep such a consistent pace with all the walking you had to do to get around. "Don't worry, we're almost there." She suddenly informed you, as if she was able to read your mind. Maybe it was the telltale signs of the way you struggled to keep her pace, with every one step she made, you had to take two. Nodding at her words, you noticed her turn a sharp corner, leading towards a padlocked door. It resembled the type that would be in action novels where a big heist would take place, overbearing and intimidating to the eye. "He's in here?" Your heart was beginning to pace much faster than before, hands becoming clammy at the thought as you looked ahead, thoughts racing, and every single one of them about Nikola.
"Yes, he is. Are you ready?" Brunhilde glanced over at you through her peripheral vision, her hand already placed down on the scanner that allowed her access into the sealed off space. "I have been for quite sometime now-- I can't even contain my excitement." You exhaled, drawing it out longer to really feel like this was happening. You could feel the burning in your muscles for the far out walk that had to be made, but everything about the destination and finally being reunited all felt so surreal to the point where it was hard to decipher if this was true. The door whirled in recognition to the Valkyrie, the gigantic handles spinning automatically until another machine peered out. She followed it, head tilting upwards to where her eyes were visible enough for the machine to process. A beeping sound rung out in confirmation, causing the door to swing open, granting both of you access inside.
A short tunnel proceeded soon after, filled to the brim with different pipelines going all throughout the walls, emitting a fluorescent glow from all corners. "He did all that?" You gaped, referencing the tight security established just to get into the room alone. "Indeed. He is quite the mad scientist, isn't he?" She commented, gesturing to the final barrier standing in front of you. It was a much simpler door in comparison to the one you were faced with before, a basic turn-the-knob mechanic that threw you off. You motioned your hand to the handle, eliciting a singular nod from the dark-haired woman as a sign to proceed. Wiping your hands on your slacks, you reached out to place your hand on the silver handle with a tight grip, before turning it open to bare witness to the sight in front of you.
A very spacious lab with rounded walls that were all covered to the brim with filled-up chalkboards, windows acting as dividers all throughout the lining of the walls. Endless sheets of papers acted as a rug throughout the flooring with the occasional stack of books on the side. It was a mess, to say the least, but that could be discussed on a later note. Rushing fully into the room, your eyes searched for the one person you were trying to locate, until the door was slowly beginning to close. Brunhilde waved at you a farewell before the door completely closed due to the force of a familiar gloved hand. Following the direction of the arm, your eyes trailed upward to see a recognized set of clothing, continuing until you saw him, Nikola Tesla in all his upstanding glory.
He looked healthy, skin just as fair as it was when he left, his enchanting blue eyes staring at you with a gaze that made your heart swell, and a grin, one that was so bright that it left you awestricken. Brown hair tousled, majority of it pushed back with a few wavy strands falling to his forehead as Regis was parched on his shoulder, just like old times. You reached out to him, voice failing to make itself apparent, but that didn't stop him from making his way to you, carefully grabbing your wrist to bring your hand up to his cheek. He was flushed, and so warm to the touch. His natural, earthly scent that he tended to emit filled your senses, allowing your tense hand to ease up, cupping the side of his face more properly. You had so much that you wanted to say, so many questions brewing inside your head, but they all felt pointless to ask because Nikola was here with you now, so nothing else mattered.
"I've been waiting for such a long time." Was all that came out from your mouth, finally taking the chance to look him head on. "I know." Is what he replied with, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. "I've missed you-- more than you would ever know." You let out a shaky breath. It was becoming much harder to have a proper restraint over your emotions, and Nikola knew it. "Whenever I slept, it was you who filled all my dreams." He admitted, his smile becoming lopsided as he pensively let his sight be taken up by you alone. "I wish you reached out to me, I've sent countless letters to you throughout the days, yet to be met with no response," Tears prickled your eyes as you recounted the days where your hope dwindled with each passing day you waited, as per his request.
It was unbearable, that period of isolation etched into your mind, becoming a part of your life that won't become easy to simply move on from. Eventually though, you will, and you know that. "As much as it hurt, I'm just so much more relieved to see you." Moving your hand away from his face, you brought his shoulder forward to bring him into a tight embrace. Bringing his hands up to your back, Nikola squeezed you back, everything feeling so right when you are in his arms. It was if he was finally home, and he didn't realize how much he missed it, until he had to be apart from you. Kissing any surface of exposed skin, he wanted to show his appreciation for you, wanting to be rid of any thoughts during your time apart that were dark and simply untrue. From your collarbone to your neck, maneuvering upwards until your lips were the only unmarked spot.
He kissed you light, almost as if he was asking permission to continue further into the kiss. You both came to a compromise, you meeting him halfway as your lips finally pressed fully onto one another in conjunction. You combed your hair through his wavy strands, feeling how silky smooth they still were as you pushed him forward, even further in. Nikola was precise, excelling in knowing what exactly pleases you, and it was no different when he had his fingers brushing the nape of your neck, causing you to shudder from his touch. He chuckled against your lips, before moving his face back to have enough room to examine your flushed cheeks. "You haven't changed in the slightest." He hummed, your chin in his grasp as he thoroughly checked your body for any prominent changes that would come easy for him to notice.
Smiling at his familiar antics, you cheekily stated, "Neither have you. It's not something I mind, though." Your combined laughter echoed throughout the area, with Nikola tumbling back and pulling you down with him all across the papers that provided a surprisingly plush landing. Your head was placed right on top of his sturdy chest, unsure of what exactly was going on until Nikola's arm tucked under your body, bringing you closer to him.
"I want to share with you everything that I have discovered, everyone that I've met, and all that I have managed to accomplish in our time apart," Nikola exclaimed, hand reaching out towards the walls around him, motioning at the clearly visible result of a combined effort. "But more than anything, I want to hear about you. I want to know what you have been doing, even the mundane. The books you've read, the food you've eaten, I want to hear all about it, so won't you indulge me?"
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a/n: wanted to write something soft for nikola's character because he is just too sweet.
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someweirdoreblogger · 9 months
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Hades falls far in love with a simple mortal,
who watches them die over and over again only to reincarnate the same cycle immediately after because Hades is too selfish to allow them to properly cross over to Helheim.
Not yet. This can't be accepted just yet, not so early. Hades is fully aware of the consequences of holding off their end cycle. Some turned insane. And others just completely and utterly destroyed themselves. The mortal body can only handle so much before falling apart.
Hades is the godly ruler of the land of death, a king of his duty, proud of his conquest. Of course, Hades bewares the toll.
(What god of death isn't?)
But it won't matter in the long run. Hades orders is an absolution no one dares defy.
Not yet.
The growing weight on his heart's soul will only become more unbearable, heavier, and susceptible to interference. Awakening far earlier than natural reincarnation, no reincarnated human in Helheim history ever walked the mortal plane so many times in such short spams of life.
The world kills them faster and faster every time, further spiteful by the unfortunate second.
The Valkyires are pestering him, merciless in their ruthless onslaught of words that one of the Big 3 instead prefers to prolong the suffering of an unlucky mortal then allow them peace of mind in Asphodel. And Hades doesn't blame them for their anger, he deserves such scolding and expected their inevitable visit in hopes to understand what the hell Hades is pulling. Or in this case, ignoring to pull.
Death nutures at his hands, countless demons flee at the very glance of their god. The netherowlrd exists for a reason, and Hades knows the value and importance of the balance. The Valkyires are just doing their jobs, as heavy and demanding it is, and Hades of all people-outright refuses them guidance of your soul, the very task their were made for.
And Hades promises them, the very least he can do for now, even offers to write it in ichor-that once the time comes, you will know the long awaited threshold.
But not yet.
Not this time, Hades isn't ready, nothing is ready just yet.
Not this one, not yet.
Not yet.
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luvvsoft · 2 months
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ᰔᩚ female character x female!reader, angst, one-sided pining, gender envy(?), implied relationships, friends to strangers, wishing you were someone you aren’t
word count: 285
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You saw how she looked at him, and it crushed you. It crushed you to think that it would have been you if only you were also a guy. It crushed you to think that maybe, in another universe, you would have had a chance. But not in this universe.
This universe was cruel, unforgiving. It didn’t care for what you wanted, not at all. You wished that this universe would grant your wish of being him. Maybe then, you would have been able to call her yours.
Maybe, if you were a little bit rougher around the edges. If you lacked the softness you had. If you weren’t so carefree and happy. If you treated her as if she meant nothing to you, but you both secretly knew she did. If you were just a guy.
So many thoughts swirled around your head, so many maybes, so many possibilities. Would she have loved you if you were him?
You didn’t just want to be friends, you wanted more. You were greedy when it came to her, only wishing for what you could never have. You wished she would have found it within herself to love you as deeply as she loved him.
In another lifetime, she would be the one sitting in your lap. You would be the one sweetly caressing her face, watching as she leans into your embrace. You would be the one getting her smug looks and comforting words.
In another lifetime, she’d be yours while he wished he was you; just not in this one.
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luxthestrange · 1 year
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RoR Incorrect quotes#105 Lullaby
Long long ago...before Ragnarok was ever a thing...Adam & Eve Got woken up by their youngest calling out for them, Adam wanted to give his wife a rest, So he Journey to your bedroom
Adam: Y/n? What troubles you, my apple pie?*Coming into their bedroom*
Y/n(5)*sobbing crawling down to the floor and running to latch to his legs* Daddy! Daddy!
Y/n(5)*Sobbing into his leg pajamas and looking up* I had a dream! A really bad dream!
Adam yawns picks you up into his arms and wipes away Your tears, correcting You
Adam: A nightmare~
Yuuken*sobbing* I was looking all over the house, and... I couldn't find you anywhere! You weren't there!
Adam:*rubs Your on the back comfortingly* There there, my sweet, it's okay....You're okay~
Adam: When you're scared, and you don't know where I am, you must remember...
Adam takes you over your window and using his power he sprouts wings on his back to fly you over the night sky to reach across the stars
Adam: No matter what happens to me, I will never be far away... from my special little appliepie~
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Adam chuckles seeing you watch in awe of the world below you and the stars above them shows...noticing how lullaby is slowly making the you fall asleep and nuzzle into his chest...taking them back to the dorm and tucking them in
Adam:*Kissing your forehead as he leaves and closes the door*And you'll be okay~
PRESENT TIME-At Ragnarok
The Gods and Humans are Confused...as Zeus and Adam Fight they hear a lullaby being carried thru the wind...And as Adam was slowly losing his source of life...he still continued to sing for his children to hear...All of humanity even the demigod started to let out tears...as their real father even in his final breath...Gave a message that echoed
You will be okay~
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BITCH THE HELL WE WONT-COME BACK!-
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sigyns-drafts · 1 month
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Hi! May I ask for a Buddha with a fem reader who is very similar to Jataka? She is very sweet on the outside, but has a calm, stoic personality. She struggles with lack of desire and depression.
A/N: Hello! Of course you can, I hope you enjoy what I managed to write from your request!! ♡
You remind me so much of him 💙💛
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Buddha & fem!reader
➩ Y/N was just resting under a bodhi tree, the weight of sadness hanging heavily upon her. Though luckily enough for her Buddha, someone she is very close with sees her and realized right away something was up.
He was prepared to comfort her, and only her until they soon found themselves both comforting each other. Sharing things they'd never spoken about and their bond growing ever so stronger!
➩ Reader type: platonic/romantic comfort with Buddha & Fem!reader
⚠: depression, discussion of loosing a loved one and then finding comfort in someone similar to said loved one.
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In the tranquil gardens of the monastery, where the fragrance of blooming lotus flowers fell with the soft rustle of leaves, Buddha found Y/N sitting alone beneath the shade of a Bodhi tree.
Her tan skin glowed softly in the dappled sunlight, and her long locks of white hair flowed around her like a shimmering waterfall.
Approaching her with gentle steps, Buddha sensed the weight of melancholy that hung heavy upon Y/N's shoulders.
He knew the struggle all too well, the feeling of sadness that he had suppressed for quite sometime.
It was Y/N who in specific had reminded him too much of this one, certain person he could never get out of his mind.
His beloved older brother, Jakata, who had departed this world long ago.
Maybe that's why he was sticking around this woman for so long, Buddha sometimes would ask himself.
Or perhaps it was because of her sweet personality and calm, stoic demeanour.
"Y/N," Buddha said softly, his voice carrying a soothing warmth.
"I can tell when something is off. Tell me, what weighs upon your heart this evening?"
Y/N looked up, her dark blue eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and gratitude at Buddha's presence.
She wished nothing more than for Buddha to start worrying about her!
"Oh..it's this emptiness inside me," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But please, I wouldn't want to bother you by sharing my sorrows Buddha!"
Buddha chuckled to himself before taking a seat beside Y/N, gently taking her hand in his, offering her his full support.
"No, let me hear every last bit Y/N. I know how it can be sometimes and holding it in isn't the way, so please speak whenever~"
Nervous and hestinant at first Y/N wasn't sure how to exactly describe her delema and what she was feeling, until the words just started to pour out of her mouth like running water.
"I lack desire for anything, the motivation in doing my daily tasks are gone and the weight of this despair suffocates me.."
Buddha nodded understandingly, his own memories of despair and longing resurfacing. She must've been suffering from a deep depression for whatever reason.
"I, too, have felt this suffocating feeling, you know Y/N. You remind me of someone who was once very important to me."
Buddha began, his voice resonating with empathy. Y/N would look at Buddha, raising an eyebrow of concern. He had never opened up to anyone like this before, not to her own knowledge at least!
"Oh? Who is it, please I'm willing to listen in return for your kindness and understanding!"
"My older brother, his name was Jakata. He looked just like you..a spinning fair image."
"Jakata huh? We're we similar in personalities too, if I may ask."
Y/N said with a small smile widening on her lips as she tilting her head. Buddha only nodded in response, smiling back at her.
"He was, but you're even sweeter. Just remember this, dear Y/N, even in the depths of despair, there lies the seed of enlightenment."
As Buddha spoke, his words wove a tapestry of wisdom and compassion, helping Y/N in understanding and finding her eventual hope in getting back on her feet.
"I'll support you through your rough times like you've always done for me Y/N."
"D-Done for you..? What could I have possibly done to help you."
"My simply existing and coming into my life."
Moved by Buddha's words Y/N almost felt herself speechless, she wasn't aware of Buddha's own struggles. Let alone the fact she had been helping him with simply being herself around him.
Tears swelled up in her eyes dark blue eyes, almost as deep as the oceans itself, as she quickly took a deep breath to calm herself.
"Thank you Buddha, truly I.. I don't know what to say. Could you be this seed of enlightenment then?"
Buddha just looked away from her, grinning and suddenly pulling her close into a hug from the side. With each passing moment, Y/N felt the weight of her burdens begin to lift, replaced by a sense of clarity and peace.
Knowing that In Buddha's presence, not only could she find refuge from the storm raging within her, but help him as well.
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gabelesimp · 1 year
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Angst!!!
Beelzebub and Reader, Record of Ragnarok.
Warning: violence, cursing and public place
He caught up to you, trying to get your attention. "Just fucking say it." You stopped, your hands curled into fists and punched him. "You could've just stood up for what the fuck you did to my little brother, or say that you're sorry! But no! You ruined everything..." The Gods were stunned, and watched the commotion, especially the Shinto Pantheon. He reached out to hold your hand, but you slapped his face. "Don't you touch me!" Your makeup was ruined by tears, when you learnt that he was responsible for Zero's death. Everything changed, your perspective towards the demon changed from love to hate. "(Y/n).. I'm sorry." You stood there silent, Tsukuyomi was about to tell you to leave but you grabbed a bottle and smashed it on Beelzebub's head. Hades ran to him, you cried as you dropped the bottle and you said something that made his heart ache: "I wish you were dead, I fucking wish you'd just die! You fucking hear me?! I hate you! I fucking hate you for what you done to Zero!" Izanami apologized to Hades about the trouble, while Susanoo took you away.
"I know you miss him, we all do." Susanoo hugged you, wishing that you'd calm down.
"I hate him." That was the last words during the night.
(Enjoy it y'all!! I still miss Zero-)
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blossom-works · 1 year
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Two to One - Hades x Reader
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A/N: I fell in love with Hades and I could not stop thinking about this after I read the manga so, spoilers after chapter 50 of Record of Ragnarok/Shuumatsu no Valkyrie. 
Editors Note: Some things were changed to fit with the OG’s setups. 
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You know just how much he loves his younger brothers. No matter how obnoxious or arrogant they are, he loves them and will do what he can to ensure their wellbeing. Once, long ago, he single handedly defeated the Titans that escaped Tartarus to ensure their safety. Sending out his men to fight alongside his brothers on the surface. His protective nature and the love he has for his younger brothers is what charmed you alongside his mannerisms and personality alone. The man was confident yet a gentleman.
Long ago you were once a human that turned into a God. You are a Demigod like the famous Hercules. To sum up your story, you stopped a war all by yourself. While you were strong as a human, able to handle yourself in battle against an army of men, you did not match the strength of Hercules. You combined your athleticism with your smarts. The combination of skills allowed you to dissolve a fruitless and inhumane war. At that time, women were simple housewives so you were not taken serious in the beginning. But with persistence, you made a name for yourself. So much so that you caught the attention of Zeus, the Godfather among Gods.
Time and time again you were able to defeat armies after armies. You did sustain damage, but your smarts is what allowed you to always end up the victor. You did show mercy though, giving the soldiers an ultimatum, join your cause and end the war, or to die fighting an unjust war. Eventually, you yourself had an army. Together, you ended the long bloodbath with you taking the heads of the kings responsible. Ironically, your efforts and tenacity is what got you in trouble. The people you persistently tried to save turned on you. The men that fought alongside you turned on you. They feared you. They feared that you would become a tyrant, leading them in another war or some crap like that. Your closest soldiers are the ones who build the platform where you would be hung. The people you fought for were joyfully anticipating your death. But you did not fight back.
Despite the cruelty of it all, you understood their fear. After all, one person, a woman at that (an indication that led people to think you were a witch) essentially stopped the war all by yourself. You accepted it. Your job was done. If this is how you die, then so be it. Moments before you were supposed to be hung Zeus, the Godfather of Gods made his appearance. He praised your efforts and your ability to still have compassion for your kind despite their barbaric treatment. With a goblet in hand he gave you a choice, drink is divine blood and join the God world, or be hanged by the very people you helped. Logically, you accepted his offer. Out of all the Gods, Zeus’ blood can turn a human into a Demigod. The only catch though is if someone who is not a true hero drinks it, they die.
From that day on, you became the Goddess of Life and Death, protecting the weak and innocent while condemning the wicked. Having only two Demigods recorded, you and Hercules because good friends. He, like his adoptive father, commended your work. You both held humanity dear in your hearts, vowing to do whatever you could to keep them away from the Gods’ wrath. Human would pray to you, asking for your help in times of conflict. You did what you could to help them and those responsible for the mass suffering would be met with your wrath. You were a forced to be respected and feared.
A couple hundred years after you joined the Heavens, you met the King of the Netherworld in one of his rare visits to Valhalla. Zeus decided to throw a welcoming party for his oldest brother. All Gods and Goddess where essentially forced to attend. While mingling with your fellow Demigod, and his adoptive brother, Hades came up to you. Hercules and Hermes greeted their uncle, and you gave a formal greeting. All Gods and Goddess respect the man, even his brothers do not sully his name. You would be damned if you would be the first person to anger him. You would have to be as crazy as Zeus is when he decides to cheat on Hera.
To your surprise, Hades ignored his nephews, choosing to focus his attention on you. He asked about your work as the Goddess of Life and Death and was curious about your process. Any and all questions he asked you answered accordingly. Hercules and Hermes left you two some time ago as you and their uncle entered an intellectual conversation. Despite being the king of a domain that is essentially Hell, he rarely visits the mortal world. You kept him up to date on your findings of humanity and Hades even wondered what your thoughts were on them. Passionately, you told him that you hold your former race near and dear. Humans may be complex and frustrating creatures, but they are no different that Gods in your opinion. Yes, you boldly told that to Hades.
Your statement intrigued the man more than you already had. Resulting in an extended conversation. For the entire night you two busied yourselves in each other. Topics ranged from philosophy, science, human nature, history, and more. To say the least, your interaction with Hades left the Heavens in gossip. Has the King of the Helheim taken an interest in someone? Will there be a new queen of the Netherworld? To answer it, yes. A week after your intellectual talk, one of his servants came to your home to invite you to Olympus Palace. Apparently, Hades came back to Valhalla to have dinner with you. Ideally, he would rather it be in Helheim, but the taboo of The Bifrost forbade you from going to his realm. 
You may not have been a God for long, but you were pretty sure that Hades rarely visits Valhalla. Let alone to have dinner with a newer Goddess. Hades does not even come here to have dinner with his own brothers!
His visits kept happening to the point where at least once a week for a month, Hades would come up to have dinner with you. There was one time where you were allowed into his domain though. 
True to word of mouth, Helheim is a dark domain. There is no sun or vegetation of any kind. To your surprise, Hades invited you to meet Cerberus. Taking your hand in his, Hades planted yours on top of one of the heads. Cerberus held no animosity towards you (mainly because of Hades), and allowed you to pet him like a domestic dog. 
Somehow, Hades got you permission to travel to Helheim whenever you like without facing the consequences. Till this day you still do not know how he did that. 
From then on, whenever you would go to Helheim, you would always greet Cerberus with a pat on each head as you make your way to have dinner with Hades. After that one month, Hades had formerly asked to court you. When you asked why he said, “I have finally found someone who can rule Helheim by my side. I would be a fool to let you slip through my fingers.”
To an outsider, the proposal may sound like an act of duty, but you knew better. Hades is more than capable of ruling Helheim by himself. He has been for the last thousand years. He does not need your help, but he is willing to have you by his side. He wants to have you by his side. In a sense, Hades humbled himself before you. You accepted, and when the Heavens found out, it became the biggest news in centuries. Hercules jokingly started to call you “auntie” when he found out. A couple months into your courtship you met the most terrifying God, Poseidon. Hades introduced you two when Zeus arranged a little welcoming party for you. Only members of their family were invited.
True to his character, the sea God did not acknowledge you, but you were not offended. You knew what to expect from Poseidon and that was nothing. Getting riled up over his lack of interest would be fruitless. You did not ask anything of the God, nor did you try to interact with him. The only interaction you gave him was a bow of the head. You never knew how Poseidon felt about you (if he even cared to think about it). Adamas, now known as Adamantine, took a liking to you. You were told about what happened between him and his brothers. You neither judged nor commended him, choosing to remain neutral. Out of the four, Adamantine adored Hades. You two created a sibling bond. Other than Hera, you would be only woman in their family (and he liked you a lot better than Hera. For what reason you do not know).
After ten years of courtship, you and Hades were married. The big gap was all for preparation. Not for the wedding, that took two months to plan. The preparation was to get you ready to rule Helheim. Hades made sure that you were familiar with the territory and its inhabitants. Mainly Tartarus. He wanted to make sure that if they were to ever break out again, you would be able to handle yourself in the chaos. Given your background, it did not take you long to prove that you could. Your wedding was elaborate. Worthy for a literal God. Hades chose to wear his usual clothing while you opted for a traditional bridal attire. Given the fact that Hades is a Greek God, a Stefana was used. A crown made of golden leaves was placed on top of your heads and tied together by a ribbon to symbolize the union. You two also sipped from a single cup of wine that was blessed by Zeus.
After that, you officially become the Netherworld’s queen. Hades had another throne made for you and had it sit right next to his. While upholding your duties as its queen, you also continued to do your regular duties and the Goddess of Life and Death. It got a bit overwhelming, so Hades gave you two assistants. One that would help with your duties in Helheim and the other to help with your Goddess duties. You still visited the mortal realm, but not as much as you used to. Your clothing changed as well to fit your role as queen. You started to wear a long white dress with sleeves. It is a dress that overlaps itself like robe, tied together with a white strip of fabric. It leaves a subtle slit for one of your legs and your collar is held together by a metal clip that resembles Hades’ choker. You also started to wear purple heels made of crocodile skin. The ankle straps are designed to resemble the vines tattooed on his forehead. A gift he gave you on your wedding day.
The Gods gather in a grand council meeting led by Zeus to discuss the existence of humanity. It occurs after every millennium. The rules are simple. If the majority of Gods vote against humanity, the human race would be wiped out. You try to attend when you can to vote for humanity, but this year something new has occurred. From what you heard; a Valkyrie has proposed a Ragnarok. A thirteen round tournament where Gods would be fight humans and humans would be fighting Gods. If humanity wins at the end of the tournament, they will live for another millennium. If they lost, their entire existence will be wiped off the face of the earth. An intriguing notion that exited the Heavens. When you heard of this you were relieved. Humanity now has a literal fighting chance. That was until today.
In round three of Ragnarok, your brother-in-law, Poseidon, perished in his fight. You and Hades did not attend but you did hear of it. When the news hit your ears, Hades orders one of the servants to pull up the video footage and sure enough, the King of the Seas did die. You place your hand on your husband’s shoulder as an effort to comfort him. It was when you witness your dear friend, Hercules, perish when you both decide to make a trip to Valhalla. You arrive during Buddha’s fight. Plot twist, the man is fighting on the side of humanity. While you are thankful for him, you did not announce it, nor did you show it. Other than Hercules, you got along well with the Buddhist Pantheon.
Upon your surprise arrival, you two sit on the couch in the skybox where your in-laws are after Hades essentially kicks his nephew, Ares, off. Your husband busies himself with talk while you focus on the fight. Since your shared arrival, neither of you have let go of each other’s hands. Both hands are resting on top of Hades’ crossed knee. A bang against the back of the couch from Ares startles you. Your husband glares at his nephew, demanding Ares to apologize to you. While your in-laws are surprised at the fluctuating battle, your husband pressed a firm kiss to your knuckles. Once the battle ends with Buddha being the victor, the problem of which God will fight in the next round arises. 
Ares is about to volunteer to take Buddha’s place before your husband announces that he will be fighting the next round. His declaration shocks his family but not you. Before leaving Helheim, you two discussed Hades’ participation. It was not much of a discussion but an understanding. You already knew Hades will avenge his beloved brother’s death no matter what. The only reason why it was discussed is because your marriage is heavily reliant on communication. Over the centuries, you and Hades have built a bond where neither of you need to voice something for the other to understand. While you did want to argue against his wish, you knew it would be useless. Hades might even see it as an insult that you would deprive him of his duty as the eldest brother. You may be worried, but you have faith in your beloved husband.
In a private room prepared for Hades is where you stay until the match starts. Under Hades’ orders, no one is to disturb your family until then. While he is confident that he will win this match, the time alone is for your sake. A way to ease your anxious heart. There you spend your time as a family, doing what you all would normally do. The knock on the door signifies that the round is about to begin. Hades is sent off with kisses as you hand him his bident. After making sure things are taken care of, you go back to the skybox where your husband’s opponent is walking down an elevated carpet into the arena. 
Sitting on the same couch you watch the fight with a sunken stomach and a rapidly beating heart. You have faith in your husband, but you are still a wife. It is your job to worry about Hades’ wellbeing, God or not. It is not until Hades’ spear, Desmos, is destroyed when you stopped watching. Opting to let your bangs hide your eyes. Your heart drops to your stomach as is twists and turns. Your jaw is clenched so tight that you chip a tooth. You can no longer breathe. As your husband’s body begins to vanish to Niflhel, you leave the skybox. Your in-laws look at you with concern and pity. You find an empty hall to process what has just happened. Hearing a loud voice, you follow it as you know who it belongs to. Best to get there before things get out of hand.
“Adamas. That’s enough.”
“But you can’t be serious! They’re hiding the man responsible for killing Hades! Justice must be served!”
“Keep in mind brother that Hades saw Qin Shin as an equal. He acknowledged the human’s strength and in the end, I believe something of a friendship had been established between them. As his wife I ask of you, Adamas, to honor that.”
Adamas and the two Valkyrie sisters can see just how much you are holding in. The deep breaths you are talking tells them everything you need to know. Your brother-in-law huffs in a fit but respects your wishes. He walks off to who knows where and you are about to do the same until the older Valkyrie stops you. 
“M’lady, you have my sincerest apologies for your husband’s death. I wish things did not turn out the way they did.”
In your white clothing you turn your head. “I appreciate it Brunhilde.”
“If I may, you have been a long fighter for humanity. Now that humanity is the reason behind Lord Hades’ death, will you turn your back against them?”
You turn around to face the sister who is still kneeling on the ground. Her pink haired sister stands behind her, unsure of what to do or say. 
“It is true. Since I became a Demigod, I, like Hercules, have been fighting for humanity. Never once have I voted to exterminate their race. My affections for humanity have remained. I, like before, still have a compassion for them. Truth be told when I heard about Ragnarok, I was happy. Humanity has a chance at survival, but...but the love I have for my husband far exceeds the love I have for humanity. I no longer care for the outcome of this tournament...What happens will happen.”
You take in another deep breath and walk down the hall. “The only thing I care about right now is the fact that I am now a widow, and that my daughter is now fatherless.”
Walking through the building you pass by a couple of nymphs. Each bow to you out of respect and offering their condolences. Without knocking, you enter a somber room. A little girl is in tears as the servants try to console her. In her arms, she has a death grip on a stuffed owl her father gave her. You lay a hand on one of the servant’s shoulders, silently thanking them and asking for them to leave. Bowing, they leave their queen and princess to be alone. You gently caress the top of your ten-year-old daughter’s head before lifting up her head. The little girl looks just like her father. White hair with purple eyes. Only this time, her eyes are as glossy as ever. 
Seeing her mother, she thrusts herself to you. Her small hands wrap around your neck, and she wails over the death of her dear papa. The owl still held tightly in her arms, getting soaked with her salty tears. Tightly, you hug the product of yours and Hades’ love. Finally, you let yourself go. Together you both cry over the great loss. You carefully drag her off the couch and place her on your lap. The servants outside the room look down at the floor in sympathy. Eventually, your daughter cries herself to sleep. Your white attire is now wet and stained. Scooping her up you head to where you entered Valhalla from. There you see your in-laws. 
“Oh my...how is the little one?”
“She cried herself to sleep Zeus. She kept calling out to Hades…I’m afraid it’ll be like this for the next couple of days. Maybe weeks.”
The girl loved her father as much as he loved her. Despite his duties as king, he would always kiss her goodnight and even squeeze in a story or two. He got her the owl a day after she was born. He said it looked like her with its wide eyes. Hades was a stern but loving father. He always made sure to give his little love attention but would discipline her accordingly when she acted out. Helheim may not be a warm and welcoming place, but inside the palace it was. Just a couple of days ago your family was playing hide-and-seek. You and your daughter would hide as Hades tried to find you. Every time he found you, he would always go after your daughter first. Scooping her up in his arms, her innocent giggles, and his boisterous laugh. The memory starts to create a gloss over your eyes again.
Adamas places a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? Do you want to go back home right now?”
You give your brother a small and sad smile. “I appreciate the worry you all, but I am still Queen of Helheim. I have a job to do as its sole ruler now. Hades would be disappointed if I let things go downhill because of his death.”
“Will you not avenge his death?”
“Do not mock me Hermes. I want to avenge my beloved’s death, but Hades made me promise not to join Ragnarok...I will leave it to you all to avenge my husband. After all...only a Greek can seek retribution for another Greek.”
On your way through the portal to go to Helheim, her family bows to her. Walking, you remember something Hades said to you one night, a few years ago. 
“I love my brothers, but loving you has a whole other meaning. Our sweet girl here is proof of that. The both of you are my life’s greatest treasures. She may be the center of my eye, but you my love, you are what my heart beats for. Never forget that.”
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