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bones4thecats · 4 months

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Dear Author-chan, can I request for ROR Hades, Poseidon, Thor and Heracles

It's how the husband fall in love and married to S/o who isekai in ROR. How it happen, is up to you author-chan

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Hades, Poseidon, Heracles, and Thor Name: {Character} During Ragnarok with their Isekai-ed! Reader Requester: Anonymous

A/N: I honestly loved writing this, just making the most fun dynamic and putting in an Isekai-ed! Reader with some of the most serious characters in the show was amazing! I hope you enjoy, lil bubble🫧!

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💀 When Hades first met you, you were being held by the rest of the Gods as a possible invader, since you appeared out of nowhere and they didn't know what your intentions were, especially when you said you knew where you were, despite being, well, alive-seeming

💀 Hades sat beside his brother, Poseidon, and looked down at you before smirking, thinking of how pathetic-minded his fellow Gods were, you were no threat to them, after all

💀 When the trial ended with you being let go, under the condition of being watched over by a God, Hades offered you to stay in one of his nearby guestrooms in his palace

💀 You knew what was going to happen to him in the future, and when you warned him about that when Ragnarok commenced, he urged Poseidon to not fight, to no avail

💀 Hades looked at you, and you knew that he wanted to fight to protect his brother's honor, but, he knew how much it would hurt you, despite being married for eons

💀 Watching you hold yourself back from warning him not to do anything, he shocked you by sitting down and not declaring himself the next fighter, instead, he commented how sad it was that his younger brother died without any real sendoff

💀 To which you and him stayed seated, and that night, you thanked him and hugged him super close

💀 While he was wondering how you could've possibly known what would happen in every round of Ragnarok, he just smirked, pushing the thought away for another time

🔱 You and Poseidon did not start off on the best foot, since you just appeared out of nowhere and fell onto Adamas, prompting him to try attacking you, with you just running to hide behind Hades, who protected you from the oncoming attack

🔱 Poseidon would sit beside you as you both read, normally, it'd just be silent, but, on the rarest occasion, he would spark a small conversation, or just indulge your own, which started his long train-ride of pining for you

🔱 When Brunhilde declared Ragnarok, you had to hold your husband back from straight-up attacking her then, since she offended him by claiming they were all weak, they were Gods! The most perfect beings in the universe!

🔱 Your husband did not offer himself to be a fighter, rather, Zeus chose him to be one, because his attacks were so ruthless and cold-hearted, much like himself

🔱 You held his hand during the second round, that being Zeus vs. Adam, the father of the Cosmos against the Father of Humanity, it really was a fight for the ages

🔱 Much like with Hades, you warned Poseidon about what was going to happen if he were to fight. While normally, he would turn down your concerns and dismiss you by saying you were crazy to believe a human could kill him, a God, he listened to you

🔱 He saw how heartbroken you looked, and you did say Ragnarok would happen, and that Thor would win and wield Mjolnir without his gloves and that Adam would die standing, so, he couldn't help but look at you when Sasaki Kojiro, his opponent, stood before him with a determined look

🔱 But, forfeiting was not an option anymore, but, thankfully, Sasaki knocked him out and gave you a thumbs up. Thank goodness you spoke to him...

💪 While training with Ares one day, he heard the sound of guards yelling while a scream pierced his and Ares' ears, causing them to pause and look as you ran towards them and away from the guards

💪 Ares ordered them to leave and return to their posts as Heracles spoke to you on how you got here, since you were a human and very much alive, and Valhalla was full of Gods, and the technical dead

💪 You and Heracles became very close friends after that experience, and eventually, after a long while, Heracles married you and began a life of things that most romance movies contain

💪 Zeus had chosen Heracles as a fighter in the fourth round of Ragnarok, but, as you knew what was to occur in the round, you opposed the decision when Heracles told you about it

💪 Heracles had immediately asked why you were opposing to his father's decision, to which you used his love for Humanity card, but he only used it against you with the solid question of how you knew he wanted Humanity alive and not dead like his fellow Gods

💪 Your husband knew you better than anyone, and he could detect when someone lies or was upset easily, so seeing your eyes swell over with hidden pain, he asked once again what was going on

" Heracles- please don't think of me as crazy for saying this. But, if you fight, you'll die. And I, I cannot strain the fact that I cannot afford to lose you... please, just please don't fight... "

💪 He looked down at you and smiled lightly, before asking the question you wanted to hear for years

" How about we head to Brunhilde and Göll? I'm sure Humanity needs their biggest supporters beside them. "

🌩️ Thor was not amused when Loki flew into his home carrying you by the foot as you tried your best not to scream, he had threatened you that if you screamed, he'd break your leg, and let's be honest here, we want to not be able to walk for another reason

🌩️ He watched as you tried to free Loki's grip on your ankle and he just looked at you with a happy yet sadistic smile, making Thor's eyebrows furrow

🌩️ Eventually, he sent a bolt of lightning that went between Loki's hand and your ankle, making the God of Mischief drop you onto the ground as Thor grabbed you and carried you away

🌩️ It took a while, but Thor started to seek you out at your new home that was located just outside Asgard that he got for you as a place, since you said you didn't have a home, quite often

🌩️ Your friendship grew into romantic interest after a while, and he began to court you until he proposed a few months later in the same spot you both met

🌩️ While Ragnarok approach fast, Thor was training far more often, which caused your heart to ache a bit, knowing what was going to happen to the one he'd eventually find common ground with in the midst of battle

🌩️ Thor came inside the day before the first round of Ragnarok and sat down to eat diner with you, despite being a God which didn't need much food to survive, he found value and solace in eating a meal with you, it made your lives feel more domestic then ever

🌩️ He noticed how down you looked while one of the workers asked how you both thought Ragnarok would go, and he asked for a minute alone with you, which he got

" My S/O, why are you so down when Ragnarok is mentioned? " " It's just that- well... "

🌩️ After explaining everything to him, Thor was second-guessing what you were saying, but he took the words to heart, maybe the human was stronger than he thinks

🌩️ Nowadays, he and Lü Bu are practically best friends, while you are known as the reason the two strongest people in Valhalla are good friends

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forbidden-sunlight · 1 year

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yandere!poseidon with shinobu!reader headcanons

warning: manga spoilers, obsessive behavior, violence, strong language, sexual references, established relationship.

The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only, it is not my personal belief(s). The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged. There are also triggers, so please take caution.

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This is a collab work with @praisethesuuun, guys go check out her RoR content, it's amazing! With that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the chaos that is about to unfold :)

Revenge is quite an odd feeling to possess. It’s a white-hot hunger that gnaws at the bones and twists the delicate muscles of the heart. It hurts, and there is nothing in the entire world that can stop it unless the target of this dark emotion has been dealt with.

When you had been alive, the target of your anger had been directed at Douma, the demon who had devoured your older sister Kanae like the ravenous lecher he was noted for being as Muzan’s Upper Moon Two. After rising to the rank of Hashira, you devoted yourself exclusively to pharmacology and applying it to your Breathing Style.

Medicine and poison went hand-in-hand. The only difference between them is the dosage.

You had died fighting against Douma, absorbed into his body as nourishment to strengthen him. He never knew your flesh had been contaminated with wisteria poison until the very last moment. The look on his face was ...satisfying as you cradled his decapitated head in your palms, smiling cruelly down at him. Although you were dissatisfied that the poison would not have been completed without assistance from Lady Tamayo, a demon doctor of all possible candidates, the results showed otherwise.

Your work was done. You’d leave the rest to Kanao and the others to destroy Muzan once and for all. You knew they could do it.

Eventually, your soul ascended to Valhalla, where you had hoped to spend it in peace alongside Kanae and your parents. Alas, nothing in this heavenly area is as it appeared or told by the elders. There were gods up here. Gods who could have helped humans as they were hunted by demons, but chose to ignore the prayers of their worshippers in favor of indulging themselves like beasts.They were no different than a mortal warlord who valued his own safety above the people’s.

And now, they wanted to destroy Midgard because it had become ugly in their eyes? No. That is not happening. For as long as you carry your sword and poisons, humanity will not be discarded like a child’s toy. The Demon Slayer Corps were expected to protect the people…so it was not against the rules to participate in Ragnarok as a member of the medical team.

Not at all. Especially since Lord Hades, for all the power he possessed, still needed the Demon Slayer Corps to ensure that nothing got past the broken barriers of the Bifrost and to maintain order without causing a panic in Valhalla.

Hah…how annoying. You doubted your dear lover would be happy to hear about this. Despite his shortcomings, he was still a good man and an incredible fighter. Brunhilde would have been a fool to not select him as a representative of humanity.

You were never one to convey false humility. If you believed that someone is an excellent combatant, you meant it.

He could spend hours in the forest honing his abilities, pushing himself to where he would end up in your clinic within the Butterfly Mansion…and yet he still had the energy to spend time with a twisted person such as yourself.

For all of the imperfections you possessed, the anger that still burned in your heart, he still found charming qualities that made him unable to resist you. To swear an oath of love and devotion beneath a wisteria tree, even when he would be fighting against the gods.

A few days before Rangarok began, however, Brunhilde flew to the Demon Slayer Corps with startling news that would forever change the game between the humans and gods, incredibly agitated. But to you, it was another opportunity. You assured her everything would be all right.

Be calm, and let the gods think that simply switching out their opponent’s fighters until the very last moment. After all, humans are able to endure quite a lot more than divine creators…with a far better temperament.

Brunhilde’s sharp green eyes narrowed at your words, analyzing them with a cold frown before she slowly nodded and promptly left without saying anything else. Once she left, you left the breath you had been holding and ushered the terrified Nao to come out from under your desk, asking if she could bring some strong tea and rice balls.

You had much more to do now than simply packing up your medical equipment~.

You could still hear the screaming from the arena even when behind the sliding paper doors of your designated room. Two bouts have passed, and the favor is still with the gods. But it was nothing to fret about. Your nichirin sword was sheathed at your side, the blade dosed with the poison you’ve been preparing leading up to Rangarok. Two weeks were spent on finding the perfect balance of toxins, followed by trial and error on its effectiveness.

Who knew a Valkyrie like Brunhilde would have access to vials of divine blood, let alone the idea of a god actually going through medical checkups? It was certainly a game-changer, and now you were confident that the Einherjar poison would do its job perfectly.

It was a shame you couldn’t test it on Apollo again; the bastard is still lurking around in Valhalla, but you were quite certain he’d never try to touch Kanae without her permission ever again. The poison you used on him was specifically designed to create impotence, and he certainly loved to fool around with anyone. It took weeks for it to be out of his system, and you were placed on trial for an assassination attempt on a god.

If it hadn't been for Hades’ interference, you would be Nifhelim instead of being sentenced to ten years of home arrest and unable to take on missions unless it was an emergency. As if sensing your distress, the sword at your side thrummed.

Blinking, you looked down and smiled softly, giving the scabbard a few soft pats. “Thank you, I’m all right. Now…shall we go kill a god and bring a victory for mankind?”

The sword rattled in its scabbard, as if answering with you in delight at the prospect of a fight. Your smile transformed into a feral grin, excitement pumping in your veins as you walked out of the foyer and towards the entrance, carefully sliding on your zori sandals and brushing off dust from your butterfly-winged patterned haori.

Inhaling a deep breath with your eyes closed, you pulled the sliding door to the left, just as a shriek went right through your ears. Wincing slightly, you opened them to see Brunhilde and her younger sister Goll standing in front of your quarters.

You smiled at them. “It’s my turn, isn’t it?” Goll just stared at you with pink cheeks and wide green eyes, the one physical trait she shared with her silent older sister as the latter nodded. Your smile widened, stepping out into the marble corridor and taking an immediate right. The Valkyries were close behind.

“May the Einherjar prevail.” Brunhilde said

“We will.” You said. “And should anything happen to me-”

“Kanao will be in good hands.” The Valkyrie said. “Your lover…that man will -”

“He will carry on and look after my sisters. That’s how it has always been, even after he found out I was a Hashira for the Demon Slayer Corps.” You replied. The sounds of the arena were growing closer, humanity’s entrance into the colossal stadium growing brighter. Followed by the sound of…water? You tilted your head to the side, walking towards it and saw…a boat tied to the mast of a deck?

You sighed, stepping across the wooden planks and unraveling the rope before pushing it out to wherever it led you. As Goll shouted ‘good luck’ and Brunhilde gave a nod, one thought slipped into your mind. Why did the gods have a flair for the dramatics?

Heimdall flew over the arena in a hot air balloon that was just the right size for him, circling around a circular-shaped platform that was surrounded by dark blue water and gigantic lotuses. Raising his horn up, the god screamed through it so his audience could hear him loud and clear.

"While Zeus is the god of the cosmos, he who controls the seas is the tyrant of the oceans! The ruler of the seas! Even the gods fear the wrath of the most fearsome of deities! The second of the three Olympian brothers..."

The spectators began to warm up, anxious about what they were about to witness, a feeling of superiority common among all. No one dared to invoke his name, waiting for Heimdall to do so.

"...Poseidon!"

A roar arose among the divine spectators, the coliseum from the excitement shaking all but it was instantly silenced with a single, icy glance from the God of Gods. Even the human’s side was stunned at how the gods feared their representative so much that they could not utter a single word. Heimdall could only be thankful that he was in the air and not down there with them. He then cleared his throat, turning towards humanity’s corner.

"On the other side!"

Attention shifted to the opposite side of the arena, where a single wooden boat plowed through the gentle waves as it carried a single passenger towards the dias. The air became heavy again. To destroy a god like Poseidon, his opponent needed to be someone who was just as powerful and terrifying.

"Silent as a butterfly, yet deadly as a wasp, a fighter worthy of serving the gods! She is one of the few mortal souls brave enough to put her life on the line once more, to protect the Bifrost from destruction and slay those demons who would dare to cross the barrier into Valhalla!”

The crowd was going wild, the anticipation palpable. Never had they heard about a human of this caliber participating in Ragnarok, let alone someone who was intricately tied to the privacy of certain high-ranking individuals. Some had even scoff that such a the existence of such a human soul was nothing more than a fairy tale.

The boat bumped roughly against the dias, causing the passenger to stumble slightly as she stepped off the boat. She slowly climbed up the steps with a hand raised over her eyes in an attempt to shield them from the blinding sun and a hand around the scabbard of her sword.

“She is the one who had sacrificed her life to destroy the gluttonous demon known as Douma, and has a hatred for the gods that would even be dared to match the Father of All Humanity, Adam! Please welcome….the Demon Slayer Corps’ very own Insect Hashira, [First Name] Kocho!”

Poseidon could not believe he allowed himself to be a participant in Ragnarok at Zeus’ behest when that little shit knew he did not wish to fight against insects. A perfect being should never extend even a quarter of their true power unless the opponent is worthy. There is no living being in the entire universe worth his attention, let alone a second of his time.

Yet the Fates had other plans; not only humanity’s representative is a member of Hades’ precious Demon Slayer Corps’ brigade, it is the very same swordswoman who had poisoned his nephew simply because he had gotten too handsy with her sister. Honestly, did mortals have nothing else to do with their time in Valhalla? But since he is already here and there is no turning back at this point, he might as well try to give a small show to these simpletons.

He watched with disinterest as the [Hair Color] Hashira twirled her blade between delicate fingers with a serene smile, then quickly adjusting her grip on the hilt before crouching down. She then bolted, dashing towards him at an astounding speed and thrusting out her sword.

If Poseidon were any less than a divine god, he surely would have been nicked by the blade’s tip in the collarbone or the arm.

But he is not - he simply maneuvered his body to the right, thrusting his trident forward, expecting a clean hit straight in the center of the human’s pathetic body and ending this match. It did not happen; instead, her feet landed on the outer prongs of his trident and pushed herself upwards, using the momentum to make an elegant backflip, putting space between them.

[Eye Color] orbs blinked owlishly at him before they closed into tiny crescents, and her gentle smile widened ever so slightly.

“My goodness, you are quite fast. Perhaps I’ll need to -”

Enough. Raising his trident, Poseidon unleashed a barrage of incessant thrusts in all directions, rotating in a circular pattern. Amphitrite would be more than enough to finish off his opponent. It would even be considered a great honor to bestow upon a pathetic mortal woman who called herself a warrior. Yet to his annoyance, she dodged each thrust, and only one made its mark on the left shoulder. Her smile faded, replaced with an annoyed frown as she leapt backwards again. He sneered. Same tactic as before. Putting distance between them before attacking. Can she only do that? How did she even survive this long?

Clutching her injured limb, she clicked her tongue in disappointment. “Hm. Not only is your agility and mastery of the trident impressive, you do not even allow a lady to finish what she is going to say? Goodness, there is no limit to a god’s arrogance, is there?”

Poseidon felt his eye twitch. He reacted. Him, a god of perfection who had no need for emotions. Why is he acting like this? He must be composed, unaffected by the malicious words of a human. His reputation as a God feared by All the Gods is on the line here.

She readjusted her grip on the sword again, zigzagging across the dias. He deflected ten parries with his trident, yet five shallow cuts appeared on his body. He fucking bled. Him.

Fed up with this charade, he knelt down, catapulting into the sky and bringing his trident down upon the vermin. Chione Tyro Demeter. With his enhanced speed, which created countless afterimages of the attack, it was virtually impossible to dodge all of them. The little human tried, but she got injured…she still is not dead, much to his chagrin.

Clank.

However…the sheer force of Chione Tyro Demeter had been enough to shatter her sword. Surely, she would dare to challenge a god to a fight with a broken blade. No. She will surrender, and this will be all over…so why is she still smiling? How dare she turn her back on him?!

“An impressive attack. If I hadn’t continued my training after ascending to Valhalla, I surely would have already been dead. Although, I must confess,” The Insect Hashira leaned down, picking up the other half of her sword, “You’ve saved me a lot of trouble just now. I really should thank you…even when the idea of showing gratitude to a god really makes me nauseous.” She tightened her grip on it, blood beginning to spill from her clenched palm. “If you believe I am going to cry and beg for mercy when I’ve put everything on the line to protect humanity….you’re mistaken. We begged for help through prayers, yet none of you listened. Tell me…is taking a human life that exciting? Do you find joy in destroying your creations like a child? Or are you just bored that there is nothing going on, just humans existing, and you want another war to get the blood pumping?”

The tension in the coliseum fell into an uneasy silence, soft murmurs carried out by the wind. Not even the commentator could say nothing…not that it mattered to Poseidon. Such things were of no concern to a god. He raised his trident, ready to launch another attack when a bright green light enveloped the mortal…no. It was emitting from her shattered sword. Hovering by the Hashira’s side were two women - splitting images of each other, one was calm while the twin was angry.

She glanced up at either of them. “I’m so sorry it took this long to summon you like this, my friend. I ask, will you lend me your strength for ten, no fifteen minutes? Timing is critical at this stage.”

Hrist’s aggressive persona smirked, delicate-needlepoint canines gleaming under the sun.

“Do you even have to ask? Let’s take that fucking god down immediately. For our sisters, Reginleif and Randgriz!”

Her dominant personality, the one who trembled before the gods, glanced over at you with calm emerald eyes before nodding softly. You smiled at the Valkyrie. “Thank you…both of you.” You crouched down for a split second, knees bent and eyes focused on the tyrant of the oceans, before you bolted. Poseidon used Amphitrite again, but thanks to Hrist’s abilities, your speed increased tenfold. And with two swords in your hand, you were able to easily deflect more of his attacks. But you needed to make it last as long as possible.

Fifteen minutes….ten….five…seven…three…two…one.

Poseidon suddenly fell forward, though he quickly steadied himself from collapsing head first by planting his trident into the stones. The coliseum had gone quiet, speechless at the sight of seeing the feared God of All Gods on his knees. He glared up at you, hatred swimming in those orbs.

“What have you done?” He hissed.

You smiled. “Oh, nothing much. Given your title as the ruler of the oceans, you are a master of hydrokinesis. Compared to what I used on Apollo, it’d be pointless to inject a water-based poison into your bloodstream to have any effect on your body. So I decided to use something a little more…effective. Corrosive.” You said. “Right now, the poison is starting to slowly feast on your body, starting with the bones. The muscle tissues will be next, followed by your organs.”

“You dare…to do this to a god?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Was there ever any doubt that I’d actually try to kill you? Come now, you’re smarter than this…at least I’d hoped so.”

Shaking your head softly, you glanced upwards at a hovering hot air balloon, addressing a certain deity. Heimdall.

“Mister Announcer? Would you say that this is a victory for humanity? Poseidon won’t be able to do anything in his current predicament, and…I might need some medical attention myself.” You added, suddenly feeling woozy and black dots appearing in your line of sight.

The dull throb in your bones indicated the Volundr’s dissipation, followed by a bright green light and a curvaceous body pressed against your uninjured side. You turned and saw Hrist scowling, golden orbs narrowed in annoyance. “Moron. Don’t be afraid to ask for help if ya can’t even walk!”

“Now, now, just give me a moment to use Total Concentration Breathing to clot the blood -”

“Fuck no! I’m gettin’ your ass to the infirmary, now!”

“Goodness, such foul language!”

“Like you’re one to talk!”

“W-With that being said…” Heimdall stammered. “T-The third bout between creator and creation…against all the odds stacked against them…THE INSECT HASHIRA STANDS AT THE TOP AS THE WINNER! WHAT WE HAVE JUST SEEN WITH OUR OWN EYES IS AN EVENT THAT NOT EVEN THE MIGHTIEST OF GODS COULD HAVE PREDICTED! BUT WILL IT BE ENOUGH WITH JUST ONE VICTORY FOR HUMANITY, AND TWO GLORIOUS VICTORIES FOR THE GODS?!”

The crowd was going absolutely wild; the gods were stunned at the mere thought that a mortal had bested them or screamed that this bout had been rigged or that you had cheated, demanding a rematch. The humans’ side was the one with the joyous cries and praises, no doubt Brunhilde was beside herself with elation that humanity had finally beaten a god.

Amidst the cheering and Hrist’s grumbling as the both of you walked through humanity’s entryway in the coliseum, your mouth curled into a grin. You had done your part to protect mankind…now, the rest would be left to the other contenders.

Before you could take another step, your knees buckled and the pain in your body increased tenfold. If it hadn’t been for a pair of arms coiling themselves around your hips, you would have fallen onto the floor immediately. Blinking, you turned your gaze upwards and saw dark brown eyes staring down at you in utter adoration as if you’d hung the stars in the sky moments ago rather than defeating a god.

“You’ve made history today, my love.” Sasaki Kojiro murmured, pressing a kiss against the side of your head. “For a moment, I confess that you did have me a little worried.”

You sighed, leaning forward to press your head against his chest, just for a moment. “It wasn’t intentional….although I wished I had decapitated that bed-hopping relic where he stood instead of letting him suffer from the poison. But that would be considered an act of kindness from someone such as myself. Better luck next time.”

Kojiro tutted. “Not while you’re in this condition, dearest.” He said, grabbing your other arm and draping it across his shoulders. “Now, let’s get you looked at before it's my turn to fight the gods. And don’t even think about using the Total Concentration Breathing method. You know I have very good hearing~.”

Poseidon was frozen on the dias. The sun burned his skin, and worse still were the looks of the sheep in the stands. Defeat, compassion, pain, and it fucking pissed him off. In that moment all he wanted to do was scream and eradicate any trace of life that bore witness to his defeat against a mortal woman. But he couldn’t even feel his fingers. The poison was so strong, pumping rapidly through his bloodstream, that it had been decided that he would be carried out of the arena by only his most trusted servants.

Proteus did his best to keep everyone calm and not react as they headed towards the palace, yet even he was still shaken up by this chain of unforeseeable events. When the tyrant of the seas had been brought to his chambers, the staff immediately departed without another word, fearing for their own life should they do anything to anger their lord any further.

But the truth is much more frightening and bizarre than anyone could have conceived as he laid in his bed, dark blue orbs staring blankly at the pearl-inlaid ceiling above him.

In the smallest corner of Poseidon’s mind, that battle had awakened something in him. A dark, primal desire that should not be directed towards a mortal. However, if it is her poison, then she is the one who added this…whatever he is feeling, to curse him.

That had to be the reason why his heart was pounding against his ribcage, his mouth to go dry at the thought of the Insect Hashira, naked and writhing underneath him in ecstasy.

He gritted his teeth. “Shit.”

Slowly, very slowly, he began to move his fingers. Then his toes. Several hours later, Poseidon concluded his entire body was functional again except for his mind. The desire to conquer the Insect Hashira, [First Name] Kocho.

She was a graceful, silver-tongued creature who compensated for the physical strength she did not possess with agility and extensive knowledge on pharmacology. In his eyes, she would make a perfect queen. And if she resisted him, well…

"You asked for it, witch."

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hello good day! I would like to request a Ror characters ( Poseidon, hades, buddha, thor, loki, hermes, qin shi huang, lubu and nikola tesla ) x Goddess Amaterasu! Reader.

Thank you and have a great day

-Poseidon- He basked in the warmth of your power over the sun, as many say, the ocean is beautiful when the sun shines down on it, making it sparkle. This was no different, you were so powerful, so dangerous, but at the same time so gentle and caring towards others and the Sea God was no exception, enjoying being around you, having you dote on him. He felt so at ease around you, able to rest easily when he takes the rare break from work, as he knows you will protect him if anyone was foolish enough to try to attack him or you. He loved feeling your hands on his face, on his forehead, they were always so warm, so gentle, he could feel all of his stress just melting away, just being with you.

-Hades- He made the mistake, only once, of pissing you off, and you easily handed his ass to him, but that’s what made him fall almost instantly for you. You never had a man ask to court you after you defeated him, but there was something about Hades that made you feel warm, warmer than usual. He adored you, treating you like you were a delicate flower, and not the sun goddess you truly were, but he never underestimated your power. He wanted to protect you because you were important to him, which made you happy. Your warmth to not only him but others made him so relaxed, but at the same time, he wanted your warmth for him and him alone, but he knew that he could do nothing about that, as the sun belonged to all.

-Buddha- He had been your friend for many years before he official asked you to date him. The relationship didn’t change much between the two of you, he still shared his snacks with you and used your lap as a pillow, basking in your gentle affections. The only thing that really changed was your touches lingered more, when you were stroking his face or holding his hands. He ate up everything he gave to you, his hands cupping your own face, smiling up at you, but he was a bit bolder, pecking your cheeks when he would sit up, but nothing that would make you uncomfortable. The two of you have been happy for many years and he didn’t want to rush anything and ruin what you both had already/

-Thor- You were his safe space, resting his head in your lap, hugging you to him, being with you brought Thor peace, you make him feel so relaxed and safe. You were on par with him in strength, something he knew very well, as you had stood up to him when he tried to attack one of the gods under your protection and you quickly showed why you were one of the strongest gods in the Shinto pantheon. Odin was the one to apologize on behalf of his son, and you forgave him, but it gave him a stern warning. He showed up the following day with a bouquet of roses, a peace offering, apology, and a proposal all in one. You accepted, shocking not only him but others around, but Thor made you happy, he gave you a challenge, but now that he was with you, you felt so happy as he knew you were strong, so he didn’t baby you, which you wanted, you wanted someone who would treat you as an equal.

-Loki- He was like a cat with you, overly affectionate, basking in your warm glow, and wanting all of your attention for him and him alone, pouting when you were kind to others around you. He couldn’t help but adore you, staring at you with smitten eyes as you helped others, guiding them, offering advice, and just being a literal ray of sunshine. You’re not completely sure when you and Loki started to date, he just showed up one day and never seems to leave unless Odin summons him back to his own pantheon, but you adored his mischievousness, as he did liven things up around your own home. As long as he didn’t hurt anyone or cause any big issues, you were fine with his pranks. Loki knew better than to prank you, unless if he wanted you to yell at him, which is something he enjoys from time to time.

-Hermes- Another cat like individual with you, your warmth is just so comforting that he can’t help falling asleep whenever he is with you, laying his head on your shoulder or your lap. He treats you with the upmost respect, he knows you are powerful and demands the same respect to be given to you by everyone else, if someone was to say something bad, Hermes did not hesitate to call them out publicly. You saw his gestures as sweet, rewarding him with soft kisses on his forehead or cheeks, which always makes him blush. Playing his violin for you is something he does to help you relax, you always dote on him, but he will play for you to lull you to sleep, watching over you until you woke, admiring your beauty as you slept.

-Qin Shi Huang- He couldn’t believe that you accepted his proposal when he first met you, stunned by your beauty, being drawn to your warm light like a moth to a flame. There were other gods who didn’t deem him worthy enough to stand by your side, but you were quick to put them in their place, as it was your choice and your choice alone who you dated and courted. He was so sweet with you, helping you with your paperwork, feeding you snacks and tea, and he would melt when you did the same for him. You both enjoyed having someone to dote on you in this kind of way, you were both leaders and had servants and you both had lovers in the past, but this felt different, for the both of you. The affections you held for each other was so warm, like the sun, bright and powerful, but you were both happy, and that’s all that mattered.

-Lu Bu- He didn’t know who you were when you first met him, he saw you, a maiden, being accosted by some demons and he instantly leapt down to defend you, killing the lowly demons before you were able to show off your own power. You were surprised by the actions of the human before he turned to you, grabbing you so you were half over his shoulder, using his halberd to beat back the other demons who came after you. Once the demons were gone, you wiggled in his grasp and he set you down and you smiled gently up at him, “Thank you human, not many would jump willing into a demon’s nest.” Lu Bu was stunned to learn that you were a goddess, before he laughed loudly, hearing that you came down here to burn off some stress and he ruined that, but you weren’t bothered. He actually challenged you to a fight and you were happy to oblige him, the two of you bonding over combat, the two of you finding joy with one another.

-Tesla- You could never have guessed that the man you grew to love was going to be a human, a scientist of all things. He originally saw you in passing, but Nikola sought you out, wanting to ask you questions about the energy you controlled, not believing that it was magic. You gave up trying to argue with him, instead answering his questions to the best of your ability, allowing him to study your abilities. You found him to be a workaholic and you were able to wrangle him down into taking breaks, something he came to appreciate, when you would make him take a break for tea and snacks, or when you would let him lay his head on your lap, your warmth easily lulling him to sleep. He was rather cute and you grew close to Nikola, enjoying his company, and he came to enjoy every moment he would spend with you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror buddha #ror thor #ror loki #ror hermes #ror qin shi huang #ror lu bu #ror tesla

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rukia-writes · 2 years

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I love your RoR serpent scenarios! Could you do Hercules and Ares’ versions? 🥹✨

A/N: Canon wise, Hercules situation wouldn’t work because he was born long after the serpent roamed about…However!! For my beloved Hercules we’ll just go with the flow. 🎀

Warnings: mentions of sexual harassment, 18+, no minors 🔞

Masterlist: Thor, Poseidon, Odin, Hades handle the serpent

Hiding.

Breathing heavily the Serpent was hiding in a large jar while hiding from the righteous fury of Hercules, all of Valhalla seemed to know of the affair. Flinching at the thunderous voice of Hercules who closing in on the lustful serpent that almost got with his devious plot of lust. Over hearing Hercules angrily state “If I ever get my hands on that shameful snake, I’ll make him regret being born.”

The serpent became nervous as he crouched down further in the large jar knowing Hercules would indeed keep to his word. Before long, another god joined in the search, Ares. Informing Hercules that (Name) wanted him to come back home as it had been a few days since he left. The serpent heard Hercules reluctantly agree in going back, still determined to find the lustful serpent.

Smiling while his tongue slithered out a few times the serpent figured he would be free to leave soon, the thought of trying to “persuade” (Name) to be with him.

However.

“The day I find that wretched serpent, I’ll be sure to knock him down!”

As Hercules shouted with anger laced in his voice he swung his club harshly at the large jar that held the serpent inside, unknowingly causing the serpent to become unconscious from the force of Hercules swing. The jar shattered into millions of pieces as Hercules saw the serpent go flying in the air unconscious. Ares eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw how far the Serpent went flying, knowing from experience how strong Hercules was.

“You got him, Hercules.”

“…Well by the gods, this isn’t over! I still have to teach him a lesson.”

Still angry Hercules ran in the direction where the Serpent flew, catching up to the serpent Hercules and Ares saw the still unconscious. Once the serpent woke up however, Hercules gave the Serpent a warning that if he ever came (Name)’s path that his punishment would be far worse.

Needless to say, the serpent took the unrivaled hero’s warning only to do the same thing with Eve and this time he was so fortunate.

How does Hercules react?: Hercules is a protector, and it crushes his heart that he couldn’t be there for his s/o, so vengeance was his. After this Hercules will become a little more wary of leaving his s/o alone. But he’s also very, very happy they are okay.

“And after that I told him not to mess with my beloved (Name) ever again.”

“Well, I certainly believe you Ares. You are in the right here. The audacity of this coward.”

Zeus sat in his chair as he listened to how Ares had dealt with the serpent. Ares’ beloved (Name) had come close to being sexually harassed by the lustful Serpent. Thankfully, (Name) was able to escape. Ares had received word that this had happened and wasn’t pleased that had occurred and handed out his own justice.

Even though, Ares was a little bit of a coward at times he was a god of war and wasn’t about to let the serpent get away from him. (Name) was most precious to Ares and just the thought of what could have happened had the god of war’s blood boiling.

“And you are sure he’s been taken care of?”

“Absolutely, father. One punch from me and he was done for.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear. Good work, Ares.”

Laughing Zeus patted Ares’ bicep a few times before the doors opened and in walked (Name) with a few of Ares’s soldiers. Apparently, after the incident (Name) wasn’t allowed to leave their side unless another god was nearby. (Name) found it all be over the top as the two soldiers left, only to be hugged tightly by Ares with their face planted smack in the middle of his large strong chest.

“Oh, (Name). We were just talking about you!”

Ares was excited to see (Name) and couldn’t help give his precious (Name) a tight bear hug. As the two chatted Zeus continued to sit in his chair thinking to himself having (Name) as a lover Ares was becoming stronger, which was a good thing. From what Hermes told him it seemed that with the Serpent the lustful deity would not be conscious for a few days as Ares only needed one punch to teach the lustful snake a lesson.

Ares was a god of war, after all. A push over he wasn’t when it came to his (Name).

How does Ares react?: While he’s relived that his beloved is okay, he’s more than ready to take care of the serpent. Regardless, once Ares is in love with someone whether it’s a lower class god or a powerful one Ares has little room for the one who dares to hurt his (Name). Also! People who know Ares personally notice he isn’t that much of a coward anymore. To add, the incident was so left field from Ares that no one messes with Ares’ precious anymore because they know of Ares’ wrath. (And yes believe it or not he does have one. Only for his beloved (Name) tho)

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

#Record of ragnarok x reader #ares x reader #snv x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #Hercules x reader

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sapphire-dreamsky · 2 years

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Exception

Starring: Poseidon | Reader

Pairing: Poseidon / Reader

Type: Fluff I think

Warning: Poseidon might be a bit OOC

A/N: this was fun while it lasted 😭 Why Hades?! Why?! I don’t know if I’m going to write for RoR again anytime soon...Man that raw chapter hurt 😭

“I will love you even if you submerge the world to the ground.”

Foolish little human. She was so unbelievably foolish and stupid. What kind of human would say that to a god? Did she not know she was betraying her own kind by admitting so easily with not an ounce of hesitance that she would believe in him even if he could bring forth the destruction of her world with a mere flick of his hand? Was she so far gone, blinded by this supposed ‘love’ that she didn't care anymore for her origins? Or did she say this in hope that he would be merciful towards her? That must surely be the sole reason she would damn her brothers and sisters in favour of siding with him. But where Poseidon would slay any impudent little pest for daring to pretend to have such a blind devotion towards him in the hopes of being spared, he let the comment of the woman slide. It was as if the god didn’t hear her. Was it one of his rare act of mercy or was he so tongue-tied at her declaration that he couldn’t utter a word, instead choosing to walk away? Poseidon would say he was being merciful. It was an easier way to avoid facing the inevitable reality. But there is nothing in this world which betrays gods or men the most than the heart.

Regardless of all the blaring warning signs that he should have noticed, Poseidon couldn't find it in himself to drive her away. Her eyes shone with a determination and respect that he had never seen before in anyone's eyes despite his eons of seeing the constant rise and fall of mankind. His worshippers never wanted to cross his eyes, all too aware of his wrath. But she never hesitated. It was as if she wasn’t aware of the danger that she constantly put herself in with the open affection she offered him. She always sought out his eyes even as they casted stubbornly downwards.

"I like your eyes. They are like the sea. An endless depth which protects the most precious jewels from greedy hands."

Ridiculous. She was so utterly ridiculous. Praises flew from her lips so naturally that he didn’t have a reason to doubt her honesty. But when did he ever doubt it? She was always so foolishly honest to him. She was like an open book. She never hides anything from him; always telling him whatever she thought about with no reservations. Poseidon knew how to break her, and oh how tempting it was to shatter her.

But he still held her hand carefully in his, all too aware of the fragility of mankind, as they walked through Atlantis. Her eyes were wide in wonder as they passed by dolphins. She was so easily impressed by anything that it didn’t require much effort from Poseidon to court her. He could do the bare minimum and she would still marvel at everything he showed her. He was sure of it. A bold dolphin nudged her hand for some pats. She giggled as she gave her attention to it, indulging it unlike the king of the sea.

“Your waters hold some of the most beautiful animals there are on this planet.”

Of course, it did. This was his domain. He accepted nothing but perfection. But Poseidon was a god who stood by his ideals. So, unlike his brother who would have boasted like a peacock at the praise, Poseidon merely resumed their stroll as if unaffected by her words. But against his will, his heart throbbed at the praise. His heart was more honest than his will to follow his constricting ideals. It embarrassingly enough revels at the thought that she loved it here. His ego inflated at the thought of her being proud and amazed by his beloved seas.

She was so utterly foolish. And yet, as he held her hand in his, the glimmer of a matching ring nestling comfortably on her finger, he might not mind it so much after all. She was a foolish human but not for so long. The ambrosia in the majestic cup shone a beautiful imperial purple. His hand steadily brought the cup to his lips all the whilst never once breaking eye contact with that of his dear foolish human. The divine liquid was never to his liking. Poseidon always thought it was overly sweet and heavy on the tongue. But as he brought her lips to his, nudging her mouth to open to pass the ambrosia to her, he found himself not minding it that much. He could make an exception just for this moment. Just like he made an exception to her.

#snv poseidon x reader #poseidon x reader #snv poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie poseidon

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theaveragepsychoticbitch · 2 years

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Selcouth

Pinterest board full of writing shit finally came in handy with this one, huh? BTW anon- I added Thor because I'm a shitty whore, and I’m dying to write about other RoR characters

Selcouth- odd, unusual, or extraordinary in appearance, effect, manner, etc;

Synopsis: Reader recounts the night they met from their POV

Warnings/Pairings: Reader x Thor/Poseidon (separate, SFW) | Being chased, mid mentions of blood and murder on Poseidon's part

-This post is a bitch to scroll down so I’m readmoring that shit-

THOR

Energy permeated throughout every inch of your being as your eyes widened in wonder, your breath hitched in amazement, and every last word on your tongue died in anticipation for the sight before you.

At the cliff’s edge stood a mountain of man, with hair so fiery you could see it clearly even in the downpour. It draped around his shoulders and fell down his back in wet, graceful clumps. A howling wind joined the raindrop’s symphony, sending a shiver down your spine. The cold was bad enough even with the thickest coat on, yet here he stood, without even a hood for his head. In fact, he seemed perfectly at home among the cacophonous noise and relentless shower.

The signature boom! of another round of thunder shook the ground, bringing you to your knees. Viewing him from this angle, a stray ray of light allowed you to see his face. The gold of his irises sparkled against the black surrounding them, the water that slid over his face made those strange black lines shimmer with a certain kind of glow you thought you’d never see again.

You wondered if your eyes deceived you as you saw the hammer he carried.

It was monstrous in size, and emitted an air of intelligence no being of metal should have. With awe you watched as he lifted it above his head, and realized he was winding it back as he bent to lower the hammer behind him. With the speed of a strike of lighting, he sent it flying through the air, high enough to pierce the clouds and enter the heavens.

The resulting blast blew the dark storm clouds away, leaving a bright blue sky and a brighter yellow sun in their stead. It was blinding, but a couple blinks later you could withstand it. What you couldn’t stand, however, was the small smile on his face as he stared down at you, giant hammer resting on his shoulder.

His voice was deep and quiet, but you heard him clearly nevertheless.

“Wanna fight?”

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Thor blew an amused breath from his nose, readjusting his hold on you as he sat up in the large chair. “I have no memory of ever asking you to fight.”

You chuckled at his observation, struggling to speak around your smile, “Are you sure? As battle-crazed as you are, you’d probably fight an ant if it was bold enough to crawl on your shoe.” You couldn’t resist the urge to laugh at your own joke, grasping at his strong biceps as your giggles almost sent you off the chair and onto the hard marble floor of Thor’s room. You’d fallen on it before, the first time you came in his room, and realized quickly it was not a repeat-worthy experience.

“I’d never fight you.” There he went again. Being romantic out of nowhere. It was even better because you knew he didn’t mean it as a romantic gesture, it was simply how he felt, pure and simple. “Below that, I would never fight someone as small and scrawny as you. I’d crush you.” You bit back the smartass comment on your tongue and rolled your eyes. The downside of him always stating his pure and simple thoughts was this: words that would just be teasing with anyone else weren’t teasing with him. Somedays, you wondered if he knew what teasing was. Maybe you should teach him.

Silence fell over the two of you, a happy hum in your throat as you enjoyed each other’s presence. To your surprise, it was he who broke the silence.

“Is that really how you saw me?” It took a moment to realize he meant the first night you saw him.

“Yeah... You’re quite the majestic sight every time you do your job, but there will never be anything quite like that first time. When everything was new and unexpected. You were.... Selcouth. Like a unicorn.” You felt him stiffen, and then,

“A unicorn?” His confusion was evident by his tone. You smiled, saying, "Yeah. A unicorn.”

POSEIDON

Had you had an ounce of humor left in you, you'd have thought the crashing waves made excellent background music to the sound of your bare feet hitting the gravel. Like a movie scene.

But this was real life, and the pain as glass pierced your soles was real.

Your dangerous lack of air was real, and the numb, heavy filling spreading to all your limbs as you reached the very limits of exertion was all too real. The person behind you- you could hear their breathe clearer than ever now.

Their footsteps were still going strong, and a scream ripped free from your throat as you felt their fingers attempt to snag your shirt.

Another random turn took your mad race to the beach.

The abruptness of your change in direction sent you spiraling into the sand, choking on a scream as sand replaced air and your stalker's body weight crushed your back.

Tears. Fresh, hot, and large, they ran down your face in constant streams as the bastard's sinister chuckle filled the space around you. You glanced towards the ocean.

There it was, enchanting as ever in the new dawn's light. Strong and unwavering, there was no one who could fight the sea and win.

For a moment, you wished you were the sea.

A bitter wave of tears appeared at the thought. You could never be the sea, but...

You sent a silent prayer that just once, even if only for today, you could have the ocean's strength at your side.

Closing your eyes, you prepared for the worse as the bastard's hands began to roam.

Almost as quickly, you heard a choked gurgle sound, paired with the sound of skin being split open.

Soon as the stalker's bodyweight was gone, you were scrambling to your feet, not wasting a second as you made space between their body and yours.

Gazing at the sight before you, a certain fondness bloomed in your heart for the cold-looking man before you.

The force of his anger would have brought you to your knees if they could move. Waves, sparkling in the sunlight, swirled fast around his lower body, as if attuned to his rage. Eyes rising past a chiseled abdomen and heaven-sculpted arms, you land on a face you thought could put a god's to shame. Smooth skin, and cold, dead eyes that gleamed with killing intent. His perfect face was framed by beautiful light blonde locks, and you found yourself wondering if they were soft as they looked.

A turquoise trident was in his raised hand, and your stalker's was on the end of it. Blood trickled over his pale fingers, and with a look of disgust, the man sent them flying with a single swift movement. You watched in amazement as the body flew beyond where you could see.

Your eyes snapped back to where your mysterious saviour stood, and a new wave of awe settled over you. He looked enchanting, blood dripping from his arm to dye the water surrounding him a light red and all.

He approached in two swift steps; his legs were quite long, you noticed, and just as muscled as the rest of him.

Anticipation would have made your words catch in your throat if there was any air for them to exist in the first place.

Realizing you'd stopped breathing, your knees gave out as you hacked up sand from your throat while trying to get in a single decent breath or two. It was embarrassing, you thought, having this perfect-looking man gaze down at you, still wearing that threatening grimace, as you coughed up sand. It took a moment to get your breath back, but when you could finally speak again, the first words you uttered were

"Thank you."

Your clothes were getting wet from water flung off by the waves, still furious in their motions, and the silence was starting to feel oppressive. Even though he seemed to regard you as less than, he had a powerful air about him, one that kept your mouth shut and your eyes on his.

With a single turn on his heel he made for the ocean, saying over his shoulder, "Don't look me in my eye again, mortal."

As he disappeared among the waves, your last thought was how you weren't aware a voice so deep could have such a melodic tone to it.

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Poseidon hadn't stopped looking at you since you started talking, and it was starting to make you feel shy.

You returned his powerful gaze, and he smirked in amusement at your attempt to recreate his glare. "I remember that night well. You sent many prayers after, each more insistent and annoying."

You chuckled a bit, glad to see the serious mood gone for a little bit.

"I recall another specific memory after that, where after a another prayer on the beach a sea shell hit me in my forehead." The sentence is so ridiculous, you can't stop laughing, especially knowing it was your now-husband who did it.

He didn't smile, he practically never did. But in his eyes, there was the equivalent of a smile. Affection and joy swirled in those no longer cold, no longer dead eyes of his. Pulling you close, he said, "I'm glad I was there."

The serious mood was back, but it was gentler than before. Knowing that this conversation would be one he'd make you take to the grave, you responded through a smile. "Me too." You made yourself comfortable in his arms, the bed creaking as the two of you moved about, happy in each other's presence. Happy with the strength of the seas at your side.

Sunlight filtered in through the windows, and you turned your head to find the ocean sparkling anew, much like on that day. A word popped into your head, and you realized it described him perfectly.

"Selcouth"

His attention was on you again, unwavering like the sea he ruled over.

"Selcouth. It was the perfect word to describe you then, and it's the perfect word to describe you now." To your great surprise, he chuckled, and while no words were said, the kiss he planted on your lips told you everything.

He thought you were selcouth too.

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A/N: Why the FUCK can't I finish anything in the daytime. When shit is reasonable, ya'know? Also, it think I'm gonna keep this top-part formatting for when I do multi-character posts. It's just easier.

But anyways, I'm glad I finally finished this. Guess a fresh wave of trauma really poked my need to write,,(;;;・_・)

ANYWAYS AGAIN, I hope y'all enjoy and anon, I'm SO fucking sorry this took so long. I finally have a phone again (the last broke and my computer and tablet are no good for writing) plus I was having some trouble designing Poseidon's part. If they (Thor and Poseidon's parts) seem different, it's because two different people wrote them. Aka me and me after 2022 happened.

Other than my ramblings, you guys know the deal. Spell check me, and feedback is appreciated. Especially comments *wink wink*

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #poseidon ror #poseidon snv #poseidon x reader #thor x reader #thor snv #thor ror #the psychotics writing

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holdyourwine · 3 years

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okay so i wasnt watching the third episode of ror and tonight i watched it, and i just realized the fighters list is already in there? shame on you, nesi, to always knows something too late but here are some thoughts i have for the fighters:

i know simo häyhä will be fighting and i was once thinking who will be his opponent ; and the thought itself gives me apollo's name. why?

simo was a long-range fighter, right? his main weapon is used for long-range, and according to other fights in ror, mostly their opponents will have some similarities with them— just like poseidon and sasaki's weapon, adam and zeus' fist, shiva and raiden's style of attacking. among all the gods in the list, the one who i think about will use a long-range weapon is apollo ; his bow. but it's all just a mere deduction!

the next thing that kind of bothers me is THE FACT THAT HADES IS NOT FIGHTING [cries in agony]

i really want to see his backstory, all the fighters will get their own flashback, right? the main reason why i want to see his backstory is also a chance of young poseidon appears— yes i'm desperate to see him again in manga panel, but not only that, i also want to know how did he lose his eye and other things about him as the eldest son.

next, there are rasputin, nikolas, and nostradamus. idk not going to sound judging but as jack the ripper's appearance is sure making me speechless —they are not fighters like raiden or lü bu or sasaki, yet jack is tolerable since he was a killer. but deep down of course i'm looking forward to their style of fighting pls it'll leave me speechless again i'm sure

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #nesi's ink #idk my twitter supposed to tweet something abt yuumori #bec i havent collected snv mutuals in there #so i'll post this in here

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cabinofimagines · 6 years

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You Die...

Summary:

The death of a beloved is something excruciatingly painful to go through, how will the 7 + Nico react to it?

Fluff/Smut/Angst

Warnings: Death, obviouslily. And gore

Annabeth:

How you ended up stumbling towards the overturned car for cover and holding your sliced stomach with your left arm, weapon dangling from your right you didn’t know. It was all so fast, the car yourself, Annie, and one of your half siblings suddenly being tossed to the side of the road as if it was meant for flying instead of driving. You remember pain, something cold going through your abdomen and twisting repeatedly the more the car moved.

You couldn’t recall how, but your sibling and Annie had remained unscathed, your sibling shaking from the adrenaline in the backseat, crawling out and gripping their weapon tightly as they went to face the reason for the accident. You remember Annabeth screaming at your sibling, telling them to get out of the way before you faintly saw her scramble out of the car.

What you don’t remember is how you got out of the vehicle. You were stuck last time you checked, something sharp running through you. You hadn’t realized that somehow your sword had transformed from its hidden appearance and lodging itself through you during the flips and turns you went through.

Your insides screamed at you, your instincts wanting to move faster and fight back against your offender, it you couldn’t. It took all you had in you to make it back behind cover. You knew your two accomplices were fighting the monster just behind the burning metal that protected you, you longed to help them but you could no longer move, you couldn’t even feel most of your limbs, the burning pain in your abdomen fading out suddenly along with your vision.

You cried out, scared of dying on a mission like this. It wasn’t even something important, it was a simple quest of returning a few items to Apollo and Aphrodite. It was nearly finished too, just coming back from an interesting visit to the Love goddess and on the way back to camp when you were attacked.

Aphrodite saw through your cover up, knowing immediately that your feelings towards the daughter of Athena were anything but friendly. She smiled and decided to speak to you alone after returning the item she had been missing, which honestly sent chills down your spine.

She was blunt about your feelings much to your surprise, you started to doubt how well you hid it. Did everyone know? You started to freak out before she reassured you that it was purely because she was the goddess of love she saw through your front. She told you that you should confess to Annabeth, that you both would make a “hella cute couple”. You smiled at her words and promised yourself to confess once your quest was complete.

But now you’ll never get to tell her how pretty her golden blonde hair looked when she let it down from her usual ponytail. Or how cute she looked when she was focusing on a puzzle, brows furrowed and lips pursed as her gray eyes took in every detail. You’ll never get to admit that you actually love it when she came into your cabin to wake you up, even if you were late to something important, you wanted her to be the first thing you woke up to.

You’ll never get to tell her you loved her with every part of you.

Even as your consciousness faded away with each dying breath you could still faintly feel her grip your shirt and cry out, tears hitting your pale and unresponsive face. You wanted to reach out and tell her that it’ll be fine, that you’ll always be with her even if it’s not physical. But you took your last breath, chest heaving as you tried to make it last, then you were gone.

Annabeth cried out in frustration, angry tears falling as she cradled your head to her chest, the blood from your mouth soaking into her gray tee but she didn’t care. Your sibling came back moments later covered in golden dust from the monster they killed, tears streaming down their face silently as they discovered their younger sibling unmoving and in the arms of the person they knew you loved most.

The trip back to camp was silent. Your sibling had quickly found another car and was now the one driving extremely cautiously now, heart and mind broken and a mess as they tried not to look at the backseat where you Annabeth resided. Annie had refused to leave you there, wanting to give you a proper burial like you deserved, she hadn’t let go of you since you passed.

Her heart in pieces when she rounded the car to check on you only to find you nearly dead. She’ll never get the image of your expression as you left this world, almost content, blood dripping from your mouth as your lips upturned into a small grin.

She’d never get to tell you how much she loved you.

Percy:

It’s been a week since your death in the camp infirmary and percy hadn’t left his navy blue sheets once. Your death had broke him mentally and emotionally, his motivation had completely dissipated once he heard the words leave Nicos lips, “I’m so sorry, Percy… they’re- they’re gone.”

Coming back home to camp wasn’t as happy as it usually was ror the son of Poseidon. He was immediately swarmed with multiple campers pitiful looks and apologetic greetings, making him question what exactly had happened while he was away visiting his mom and Paul. It was only when Nico had start3 apologizing when he asked what he was talking about.

Nicos face dawned with shocked realization, only shoving his hands in his pockets and mumbling a “Follow me” before he started towards the big house.

He started to worry, the worst scenarios coming to mind, everything but this.

Coming through the doors of the infirmary he noticed a familiar shade of (h/c) laying sprawled across one of the beds. His heart broke, stopping in his tracks with eyes wide and mouth agape as he took your form in. You looked broken and beat up, face covered him marks and cuts along with the rest of your body.

Will had come over to Percy sheepishly, his heart breaking when he noticed how the sea boys bottom lip quivered, sea green eyes now raging with emotions instead of their usual playfulness. Clearing his throat and crossing his arms over his chest he caught the son of Poseidon’s attention.

“We tried to contact you, but Chiron didn’t think it was this serious… It got really bad yesterday. You should go see them yourself…” He said quietly, emotions getting to the best of him. You were his friend too.

Percy’s feet began to control themselves, instinctively going over to your broken frame and delicately tracing your face with his fingertips. His heart rate picked up when he noticed had still you really were, he could barely see your chest moving as you struggled to breath. The question on his mind had finally left his lips,not looking away from you.

“What happened?” His voice raw with emotion, mixed with authority and sadness. Will could tell he was barely holding it together by the way his voice cracked. Will felt ashamed to tell him the answer, knowing that he should’ve been able to fix them but wasn’t able.

“There were some returning campers, they were being heavily attacked. Gorgans, Manticore, a few Empousai, it was bad.” He paused, letting the situation sink in, “Y/n was one of the few and only responders to the scene. They fought hard but in the end.. in the end they jumped in front of Emma when the manticore lunged.”

Will tried to keep his composure, knowing that if he broke down, so would Percy.

“From then on out it only got worse, they wouldn’t stop fighting and lost a lot of blood in the process. The empousai were not merciful once they found out who they were to you. They… took their time beating and torturing until Leo and Nico killed them. It’s touch and go from here.”

Percy’s eyes swam with tears, a few falling and dripping across your cold face. He bit his lip and took a seat on the ledge of the bed, now gripping your hand in his own as he silently declared he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

Nico carefully made his way over to Will, placing a hand on his arm and giving a sorrowful look, “They don't have long left, I can feel them slipping away.” His attention turned to Percy who was trying so hard to keep it together, to remain strong for Y/n.

Percy smiled bitterly and scoffed at the tears that escaped. His voice wavered with sadness, “You’re going to be okay, I know you will be. You’re going to get better and we’re going to leave this place, this lifestyle, so you’ll be safe.”

He was losing his grip on his emotions, voice raw and breaking as he confessed his future plans with you.

“We’ll go to New Rome, we’ll finish school and we can move in together, I wanna put a ring on those pretty fingers of yours,” he admitted quietly, thumb trailing over your ring finger as he spoke. “I want us to raise kids together, I want to deal with them getting boyfriends and girlfriends and complain to you how they’re growing up too fast. I want to grow old with you and make jokes about old people stuff, like dentures.”

He laughed at his words, struggling to keep his smile happy as he looked over your face once more. His hands gripping your own tightly as if he was your lifeline.

But it didn’t seem to work.

Nico silently approached and rested his hand on Percy’s shoulder, reminding him of their presence in the room. Percy looked up at Nico, he looked so calm that the only giveaway he was sad was the tear tracks down his olive cheeks and his bloodshot eyes. He struggled to form the words needed to be said,

“I’m sorry, Percy… they’re- they’re gone.”

Frank:

You wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab onto Frank, stroke his soft cheeks and tell him that everything would be alright. But your body wouldn't allow it, the fates deeming it too merciful to grant you a proper goodbye to your loved ones.

Frank had spotted you amidst the chaos, breathing raggedly and unmoving. He felt his heartbeat quicken and his fingers aching to wrap around your frail body, to pull you close and help you back onto your feet. Before he even processed fully what was going on, he was sprinting full force at the scene, dodging various monster attacks and other elemental objects being thrown his way, his focus purely on getting to you.

Seeing an empousai limping itself toward you with hungry eyes he stood still and readied his bow, loading an arrow and aiming it straight for the monster. He released the shot, taking off as the creature burst into a puff of golden dust only a few feet away from you.

He dropped to his knees almost immediately, cradling your head in his hands as if you were made of glass. The fact that you weren’t moving, staring up blankly at him with a permanent look of horror across your cold face. The look from what he could only guess was the given reaction you had of the thing that put you in this state.

His large hand trailed up to your cheek, dragging his fingertips carefully across your features, committing them to his memory knowing it was most likely one of the last times he’ll get to see you. His forehead came down to rest against your own blood smeared one, whether it was your own or someone else’s he didn’t know and didn’t care.

His tears began falling, the fight surrounding you both faded away as his heart broke into pieces. He waited 2 years to tell you about his feelings only to find out you felt the same way this whole time, all that time wasted… now you we’re gone. You’d only been an official couple for three weeks now, he’d never get to go through milestones with you, never get to celebrate your anniversary, never get to make you feel like you were the only person on earth.

Percy had stumbled upon the heart wrenching scene while searching for the rest of his team. Seeing Franks broken state and a motionless you on the ground pull3d at his heartstrings, knowing how long Frank had kept his feelings for you secret. He couldn’t imagine the pain he was going through right now, though you were still breathing faintly, he knew you didn’t have long left.

Frank lifted his tired red eyes towards your own, reading the emotions they conveyed as your breathing became more ragged. His breath hitched, not wanting to believe you’ll soon be gone, gone from this world and gone from his touch. He traced your features once more, fingers trailing over your chapped lips.

He leaned down with an unsure mission, to show one last act of his love. Brushing his lips across yours and leaving a soft kiss as a parting gift, “I love you Y/n L/n, I’ll see you again soon.”

And with that you took your last breath, leaving your love and your friends behind you.

Hazel:

She hated it. She hated ice cream.

She hated the sweet taste, how much it made her brain freeze and bring her sorrow instead of happiness. She hated how it revive old memories, ones she tried to bury deep beneath all the happy ones. She had lost someone she loved, all because of that damn frozen treat.

You were both out on the town, the Argo II having just taken port whilst Leo made repairs and refueled the ship before the next sail. You wanted to take Hazel out for ice cream being the amazing and thoughtful partner you are, but a sweet tooth trip didn’t end with melted cones and sticky hands.

Making your way out of the small shop and into the dark outside world with ice cream cones in both of your hands you felt a bit uneasy. Something was nagging at you, telling you to be careful of your surroundings, to stop thinking about how cute the cinnamon haired girl was when she ate the creamy strawberry cone too quickly.

But of course you did the opposite, now throwing your head back in laughter at the brain freeze she’d gotten from her previous actions. That was when it happened, when one of the worlds most joyful noises went silent.

An arrow straight through your neck, ripping your vocal cords and halting your laugh. You sputtered and choked, hands coming up to the unfamiliar steel object that remained embedded in your neck. Hazel screamed as she went to hold you up with one arm, the other coming up to pry your hands away from the wound, knowing it’ll only make it worse if you try to remove it.

Tears streamed down her dark cheeks, golden hues glistening with confusion and fear as she realized how hopeless she was in this moment. She searched around for the culprit but found nothing or no one in sight, so she shouted loudly, asking anyone nearby by for help, but no one was really walking the streets this late at night.

The ice cream owner scrambled outside, the old man's face dropping as he noticed what the commotion was about. He struggled to find his phone, searching his pockets frantically before finding a flip phone and dialing emergency contacts, stuttering his way through the phone call before he rushed over to check your condition.

It hurt to talk, you couldn’t talk, or breathe even. Your inability to swallow caused drool and blood to flow freely from your lips onto the pavement below you, you felt disgusting. Now laying back against the brick wall of the shop you felt Hazels tears dropping on your skin, her lips moving in an attempt to speak but no words would come. You smiled weakly, reaching up to brush her cinnamon strands from her face, trailing your fingers down her jawline until your palm rested against her tear stained face, “It’s okay.” You tried to say, only to end up wincing when only more blood dribbled out instead of your voice.

You could hear the sirens coming down the street, but by the time they get here it’ll be too late. You could feel your life force slipping away from you with each second that passes. Your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, the lack of blood in your body causing your body to grow weak, and your eyelids struggling to stay. You were fading fast, but you wanted let her know it was okay.

She leaned into your palm, crying silently, pleading for you to hold on and that help was on the way. But you couldn’t stay, it was too late.

The old man reached out and rested his hand on her shaking shoulder. Tears built up in his old and drooping eyes from the sight of someone so young having their life stolen from them. Hazel felt you slipping away, your hand growing limp and your body heat growing cold. Just like ice cream.

Leo:

He promised he wouldn’t cry. He told you that when you both decided to be together. You made him promise you that, and he did, with a goofy smile and shining eyes that he’d never shed tears again. Guess he’d have to apologize for that too.

Visiting yours and his mother’s grave every year on October 31st has become a tradition. Telling the others he’d rather not go celebrating Halloween because he had work to do and then ending up sleeping in the graveyard had also become apart of it too. He’d specifically asked for you to be buried near his mother, begging your m/p to allow it with tears in his puppy like eyes that you adored so much. Eventually you had your own little spot across from Esperanza Valdez.

He stared at your picture that rested above your grave, the candles illuminating the name and date etched onto your grave making it all the more real to him. He’d already lost one of the most important people in his life and now he’s lost another, and here he is, sat in front of their graves trying accept the fact that they’ve moved on.

He began apologizing, trying to finish what was left unfinished the day of your death. The two of you had been arguing over the fact that he had voted against your capabilities to take on an important quest during a counselors meeting. You just wanted him to look at you like everyone else did, not as someone helpless and unable to take on a quest such as the one at hand.

He’d said some pretty hurtful things in the heat of the moment, bringing up the few times he had to save your life because you were being too reckless and risky in your actions. You recoiled from him, taking up the quest anyways to prove him wrong, that you could in fact take care of yourself. The one time you actually couldn’t.

When your quest mates came back without you, eyes glistening with tears and gaze fearful when they noticed a searching Leo coming towards them, craning his head to see a familiar mop of hair amongst the welcoming party. With a heavy heart and sad electric hues, Jason wrapped a strong arm around his best friends shaking shoulders.

Leo’s chocolate gaze raised to look up at the tall male in denial, whispering “No...no no no” to himself and shaking his head harshly. Angry tears fell from his closed eyes, thinking that if he doesn’t look it won’t be true, it’s all just some fucked up nightmare and he’d wake up with you in his arms.

The discovery of your death had been pushed away from his thoughts, refusing to look or do anything that reminded him of you in the slightest way. Your cabin on the Argo II had been blocked off, the door sealed shut and never to be opened again, your belongings still locked inside. The items littered about in his room were still there along with the few items you left in the bunker as well, yet they were soon to be moved to a little box he built so he’d no longer feel the ache in his heart every time he searched for a shirt or went grab a tool.

However, no matter how much he wished to forget, he always ended up here, in tears and pleading for you to come back to him. For hours on end he’d sob, his body shaking with each breath he struggled to take, choking from the lack of air his cries wouldn’t allow him to take.

He always ended up here, sleeping on your grave, curled up in a fetal position. He’d always end up apologizing for the things he did and for breaking his promise to you, saying sorry for not being there to protect you, and saying sorry for not showing how much he loved you while you were still around to see it.

Nico:

The fields of asphodel was a horrendously bland place. It was overpopulated, boring, and scary in the sense that you don’t know where you are or who you are. The fields were filled with those who hadn’t done enough evil to be sent to the fields of punishment but hadn’t done enough good to achieve elysium either. You often wondered what kind of person you were while you were among the living, obviously not too good or too bad considering you ended up here in a wheat field to spend the rest of your days.

The old and lost souls that wandered about weren’t of much company, though when they were company, they weren’t the best of company, always dreading every new day in this field and spreading even more negative energy.

You often thought of being reborn, maybe just recycling your soul out for someone else would be worth it after all. You wondered what the body would look like, an old soul inside of a entirely new and different body than it was used to. Then again who’s to say that your soul wasn’t already an old one? One that had been wandering around for years.

Those thoughts stopped when a boy with a messy mop of ink black hair and onyx black eyes to match had come to visit. New and old inhabitants of the fields swarmed him, begging and pleading with the olive toned boy to release them from this endless loop of blandness. He merely sneered at them, threatening to set them free into the fields of punishment instead.

It had been such a long time since you saw a new face around here and the first time you saw a living one at that. You admired him silently for his next few visits, sensing that he was searching for someone each time he came, his neck stretching over the sulking souls that stumbled about. So you built up your courage, seeking the darkly dressed boy out before he had the chance to leave once more.

Though your meeting went a little differently than anticipated. His pale face somehow had gotten even paler when you tapp3 him on the shoulder to gain his attention. His dark eyes that were surrounded by equally dark circles underneath eyes seemed to widen in shock, his mouth failing to form words. You frowned and cocked your head at this. There may not be any mirrors down here but you were sure you weren’t that ugly.

His chapped lips uttered a name you were unfamiliar with, “Y-Y/n?”

You shook your head and looked around you, “Who…? I’m sorry I don’t know anyone by that name..” you apologize whilst casting your eyes to the wheat below you, “Is that who you’re searching for?” His expression turned into a cocktail of emotions, anger and sadness mixed with a little bit of regret.

“Fuck… fuck!” He shouted, tugging at his hair harshly as tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. He stared at your confused expression in heartbreak, you really didn’t remember a thing. He reached forwards and cupped your face in his hands, dark hues boring into your own e/c ones, still searching for something.

You should’ve pulled back from this stranger, curious or not you still didn’t know him. But then again his touch felt so familiar, this felt so right, like it was a normal thing to happen. That feeling alone was intoxicating enough to make you stay still, letting his roam over your face with tears falling freely now.

His head went your neck, hair tickling your neck as he sobbed quietly, arms curling around your waist like a scared child. You remained still however, a hand hesitantly coming up to his locks and patting them gently.

He began apologizing profusely, spouting promises of your escape quietly in your ear, promises of his return.

Never once did he break a promise, showing his face everyday with a sad smile and more plans to share with you underneath the poplar tree. He had since then introduced himself as Nico and told you that your name was Y/n, but he would never answer you when you asked how you knew each other, changing the subject before you could further investigate.

Though you didn’t care these days. You were perfectly content with spreading your days in this bland paradise if that meant seeing Nico each and every day. He spouted promises and plans of taking you with him to the surface, but you didn’t care. Seeing him here, knowing there was something more between you both whilst you were among the living, and him taking his time to come visit you amongst the dead, that meant so much more to you than anytime you could imagine on the surface.

Jason:

He knew how dangerous dating a mortal was. He’d been warned multiple times by his friends when he talked about them and the urge he had to protect the, from anything. He couldn’t help but adore your cute habits and the way your face scrunched up at his cringe worthy stories of him and his best friends acting like idiots.

One serious downside to dating a mortal was not being able to see them each day like Percy can see Annabeth or how Frank can see Hazel. Jason would have to travel on his own spare time to go see them, sometimes taking a break at your house when a quest was close by. There were some incidents however where he’d be on a quest with other campers causing them to meet you and question your eagerness to accept strangers inside.

Of course, during a quest with Leo and another camper named Michelle they had to travel through y/h/t and Jason took the chance to stop by and visit. Leo of course had questioned the whole ordeal, wondering what Jason’s relationship to you was and why he stalled so much during the journey through town. They could have easily made it into the next town before sundown but it’s as if Jason didn’t want to move on this fast.

So three demigods had ended up at your door, being welcomed inside a bit too quickly for Michelle’s taste. She had already been a little more anxious than she usually is, almost like she had been itching for a fight to break out. She’d been like that ever since the encounter with Enchida back in Brooklyn, on edge and her hand permanently residing on her sheathed dagger.

You smiled widely at Jason before toning it down, knowing that none of his friends know who you are or what you are to Jason. You gave each of them warm smiles and leaned against the door asking what you could do to help and quickly agreeing to be their shelter.

Bed arrangements were more than puzzling to Leo. You had insisted on Jason taking the bed while you lay on the couch but he had also refused, claiming it was your bed and your home and he couldn’t take that away from you, even for one night. He watched with analytical eyes, though in his mind he kept wondering where he would end up resting his head.

Finally thee was a compromise on Michelle and you both taking the bed and Jason and Leo remaining in the living room on the couches. You were a bit uneasy around Michelle, not only because of the fact she was a stranger but also because she had become tense, not speaking and religiously gripping onto her weapon which she didn’t even take off while sleeping.

You kept the door open a crack, slightly scared of the black haired girl next to you. You told yourself repeat not to fall asleep, to not trust this girl that gave a bad vibe, you even thought about going in there with Jason and Leo instead. But your body was so tired.. your eyelids drooping low… and before you knew it, you were sleeping.

The next morning was quiet. Almost too quiet, Jason thought to himself when he sat upright on the leather couch. He nibbled his bottom lip, looking over at Leo was still knocked out, fast asleep with drool escaping his mouth. He didn’t think Michelle would notice if he snuck into the room and woke up you up for a chance to watch the sunrise before he left.

So he crept towards your cracked door, tiptoeing over so he wouldn’t wake the others. Though as he approaches he hears sobs, soft and ugly sobs coming from your room and they didn’t sound like they were coming from you, that was not you. His heart picked up a little, wondering why someone was awake and sobbing like this so early in the morning.

Upon opening the door he understood why.

Michelle sat there on the bed, narrow eyes red and full of tears as her hands were frantically moving over an open wound. But not on her, no. The open wound was on you, multiple stab wounds to the chest area, seemingly in a panicked way. Though you were no longer living that much was obvious,your eyes had glazed over, mouth unmoving and dripping blood, and your chest unmoving with any breath.

Jason froze, eyes wide and heart shattering at the sight of his beloved dead on the bed they had sometimes shared. He whimpered involuntarily, “Y/n…” this had caught Michelle’s attention, her panicked gaze landing on his pain ridden face.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” she stammered, “I thought th-that… I wouldn’t have- Jason please…” He raised his hand, biting his lip and turning his face away. He dropped his hand like it was dead weight, reluctantly shuffling over to your cold figure and cradling your face in his shaking hands.

“Get out.” He spoke lowly, voice quiet as to not startle Leo. Michelle removed her hands from your bloody abdomen, shaking at his demand as she struggled to get out of the stained sheets. She lingered by the edge of the bed, hesitating only to be yelled at. She scrambled out of the room and ran out of the house in tears.

Not too long after all the commotion had begun Leo had woken from his sleep. Sleepily he entered the bedroom, rubbing his eyes and complaining about the noise, that’s when he opened his nut brown eyes and saw a weeping Jason holding you closely to his chest. He knew then and there that you were much more than a kind stranger to Jason, much more.

Piper:

To say that you were the favorite child of G/p was a serious understatement. Any of the other Olympian gods got sick of hearing them going on on rants about your accomplishments since they had claimed you, saying things like, “Wow can you imagine the things they would have done had I claimed them sooner?”

Honestly, they were so sick of it, but found it enduring at times, the influence making them sweeter to their own kids in return. Any chance to make a appearance at camp was needed or acceptable, they would be there at the snap of their fingers, demanding to know where their children were.

So when the dreadful news of your passing had reached mount Olympus, it was chaos not only there but also here on earth. Camp half blood was in mourning, one of their strongest being struck down was heartbreaking and nerve wracking. Because if it can happen to you, it could just as easily happen to them.

G/p didn’t take too long on figuring out who or what was the cause of your painful death, of course that meant the cause of it all had hell to pay. However, they were more than shocked to find out that your significant other Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite, had been a part of it all.

Camp Half Blood had never seen worse days, having an angry god/goddess rampaging on your home wasn’t an ideal average day. But having a an angry god/goddess being pissed at you, that was a whole other level of scary.

Piper and g/p were at each other’s throats constantly, g/p whisking them away to some secluded place or on top mount Olympus just to scream at her some more. Though Piper wouldn’t take it, screaming in frustration right back at them until her voice broke and the tears started pouring down.

G/p scoffed and rolled their eyes, “My child is dead and you’re crying. You’re the reason they’re gone in the first place!” They screamed, throwing their arms around in angry gestures, not caring how angry Aphrodite will be with them later on. When Piper didn’t answer back with yet another witty comment they continued.

“You think just because you can worm yourself in to others hearts so easily that you can just break my child’s in two?!” They were fuming now, fists clenched and pounding into the pillar that stood beside them. “They should still be here and not in a damn grave!”

Piper glared back at them, hot tears lining her kaleidoscope eyes, “I loved them too!” They went silent, staring at the sobbing daughter of Aphrodite shocked. Piper continued with a shaky voice, tears still streaming down her face, “I think about it everyday, wishing it were me instead of them. I wish I had died instead of them, because I died the minute they left this world.”

Do you know how much I begged and pleaded with the fates to take my life instead? I wish I died instead, I wish that everyday.” Piper confessed, showing how much self hatred she had dealt with since your passing. Every night she cried herself to sleep, curled up with your pillow snuggled up beside her. Sometimes she’d be half asleep, hugging your pillow and believe that your death was just a nightmare.

But reality hit her all at once when she realized how cold the other side of the need was.

G/p was speechless, they didn’t know how much it affected them, they didn’t think of the countless times they saw Aphrodite cooing over the twos not so secretive glances towards one another, nor did they think of the time they caught you two cuddled up in together in your bed, pipers arms wrapped around you securely and your arms hanging over her waist, lips pressed to her forehead.

Guilt flooded over g/p instantly, anger residing when their soft gaze washed over the broken beauty queen. They were speechless, not knowing what to say except, “I’m sorry…” before snapping their fingers quietly and disappearing like they were never even there.

The Nico one was my favorite to write tbh

-Day

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