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bones4thecats · 5 months

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Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.1) ~ RoR/SnV x Child! Reader

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Thor, Shiva, & Child! Reader Name: Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.1) Original Poll Link: Here Other Parts: (PT.2)

A/N: I actually really liked this idea on the poll I made, and I hope it turned out as good as I imagined it! Enjoy!!

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🌩️ Your father was the Lü Bu, the Flying General himself, and when you heard from the Valkyrie named Brunhilde that he was set to fight in the first match of Ragnarok, you gave him the best support he could’ve asked for

🌩️ You sat alongside his army, with his strategist, Chen Gong, sitting next to you, trying to keep you from jumping down and attacking the God of Thunder yourself

🌩️ When Chen Gong and the others sacrificed themselves, stating their loyalty to you father, you stood there in shock and tear-filled eyes as Thor looked at you, seeing a child without anyone left

🌩️ He felt guilty, but this was what they wanted, they wanted to join their lord, and while he initially wanted to just leave the area, he walked up to you and shocked the Gods and Humans as he kneeled down and hugged you

🌩️ After that day, you stayed by Thor’s side, he reminded you so much of your father it would make you cry

🌩️ Thor may not be the best person when it comes to comforting, but he tries his best when it comes to you, Lü Bu was the one person who could stand a fight against him, and because of this, he would try training you to be just as strong as your father and him

🌩️ He honors your father with you. Every day on his birthday, and on the days of each of his soldiers, including Chen Gong, you would walk into a field in the forest located in the Chinese section of Valhalla, you would both hand off flowers and lay them on the graves you and him had made

🌩️ The words he said to you when he comforted you that day are words that you will never forget

“ Your father was an honorable man, I hope you know that. And because of the honor he possessed, I will take you in as my own. I believe it is something that your father would’ve wanted. “

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🪩 He believed that Raiden was the one opponent he would remember the rest of his life, and when he saw the now-deceased rikishi stare at a young child with the two Valkyries, he froze

🪩 The man was a father, just like him

🪩 But while his child could handle loss of someone easily, you appeared to be around a young teen, this must’ve been one of the hardest things you ever had to witness

🪩 Shiva looked at you and back at the crumbling Raiden Tameemon, guilt filled his heart, which was something he hadn’t felt for such a long time, why did he feel guilty? He just won and brought honor to his pantheon!

🪩 Watching as you ran down and tried hugging the remaining pieces of your father just got him staring back at his wives and son, and when he saw how saddened their eyes were then they looked at you

🪩 The God of Destruction walked up to you and you jumped back when his one arm reached out to you, and that action made the Humans cry out for him to not hurt you

🪩 He kneeled down and since he was just on fire, the heat that radiated off of him made you hold your head away from him

“ Look at me, young one. “

🪩 You looked up at him and saw how his eyes shimmered with guilt, making you look at where your father once stood and back at the man who caused his demise

🪩 Shiva held is one arm back as you tried helping him stay standing when he slumped over in pain, after all, losing three arms doesn't exactly make anyone, including Gods, feel very good

🪩 Once you came to visit him with his wives and son, he saw how you carried yourself around him, not with resentment or fear, but with care and gentleness, making him smile

🪩 Whenever he rested, you laid next to him, you were like another child of his, and when he offered to take care of you in the Hindu Pantheon, it made you jump up and down and hug him and his wives as they agreed to taking you in as their own

“ Your father was one of the best fighters I have ever met in my thousands of years of life. And… seeing you look so painfully at where your father once stood, I just, I knew you had to have someone there for you. Would you do me, and my wives, the honor of joining our family? ”

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riseofamoonycake · 1 year

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We Are Happy Together

🌟 Pairing: Indra x Star goddess!reader x Varuna

🌟 Warnings: none

🌟To @evansuvamp, @praisethesuuun and @seijuuns-fantasy, and to all the Hindu pantheon’s lovers!

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They always tell you that you don’t know how to behave like a goddess: that your clothes are never tidy, the curls look like a bush of brambles from how indomitable they are, your voice is too high-pitched and your laughter uncontrolled. Always.

«What god will ever look at you if you don’t take care of your appearance? Keep your head up! Straight back! … And wipe that mud spot on your cheek, are you an animal? The Lady of the Stars cannot appear in this state, (Y/N)! Shame on you!»

You listen with a smile, nod politely and say thanks, and then you do as you see fit. Of course, you wish you weren’t so careless and risk tearing your wonderful gowns at every slightest movement, but in truth you don’t care much about looking elegant, refined and composed. The deities are not all the same, and there are goddesses who are very far from the image that your pantheon is constantly proposing to you; and all behaving in the same way is so boring, not to mention how sad it is not to allow yourself to run through the meadows and the paths that open up to the sky, rolling among the flowers and above the clouds, chasing the stars and the moon without a single thought in mind.

Furthermore, it is not true that, as you are, no deity will ever look at you: it is during one of your wild dances that you attract the attention of two gods ― and it cannot be otherwise, since you literally end up in their arms.

How does it happen? It is the ankle that betrays you, spraining itself for a too daring turn, or you lose your balance regardless of it and roll like a crazed boulder along the side of the hill on which you are standing, without leaving time for those unfortunates to be able to understand what is happening?

The thought of having done something terrible only crosses your mind for a moment, because it is already too late: you can’t stop yourself in time, so the bodies of the two deities do it for you. Stunned by the continuous rolling, out of breath, you don’t immediately realize that you have hit something, nor do you understand why suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your waist; then two faces enter your vision.

«Are you fine, young lady? Something hurts?»

«Let her breathe, Varuna.»

Two voices: one higher and faster, of a god with blue skin and a sweet smile, the one who holds you in his arms; the other deep and calm, belonging to a divinity of fearsome stature and eyes covered by wavy light hair. Your gaze switches from one to the other but struggles to focus on the features, until the name you have heard shakes something in your mind and a series of realizations assails you, making you pale with fear.

Never upset other deities, remember your place. Show other pantheons all the respect they deserve, especially those of Lord Zeus and Lord Shiva ― never dare to disturb them.

«I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, forgive me, it will never happen again, now I have to go yes I really have to go thanks for everything», you try to excuse yourself stammering incoherently and instinctively jump to your feet, only to find yourself back on the ground with your ankle aching, cheeks burning with embarrassment and full of the desire to disappear.

It ends up that the tall and silent god has to carry you to your pantheon, and then he has to speak for you and explain what happened, because you don’t dare open your mouth even to sigh.

Mortified, you hope to forget everything quickly.

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They tell you that you are always so naive, that you trust others excessively and you still need to really know the world. You are young, but you haven’t just been born: your adulthood has long since arrived, but nobody wants to recognize it, or welcome your natural light-heartedness with the same joy.

Without you being able to explain how, suddenly everyone seems to know what happened with the two deities you met, and they all have a word to say about the fact: how you should have behaved, what you should have said and done, what you haven’t done. No one cares how you felt, but everyone points out your chronic carelessness and that you don’t know how to take care of yourself, ending up bumping into the Hindu God of Water Varuna and the Lord of the Lightning, the fearsome Indra ― and, not happy, even forcing him to take you home.

The days following the accident, you find yourself surrounded by scolding looks and harsh words. No one can forbid you to dance, your movements control and allow the stars and constellations to rotate, but your mood is affected by the situation and therefore you prefer to be alone for a while, wandering through your beloved meadows without the sound of any voice or the risk to cause any dangerous action, forcing you into a painful stillness.

You are not made for the silence, everyone knows it, nor for staying away from problems; and the day you get to the top of the hill where it all began and find the “fearsome” God of Lightning sitting quietly under the tree in front of you, even though your first thought is to run away as far as possible, you don’t listen to it, or maybe you don’t really hear its voice.

The face fixed on the strangely black horizon, away from you, the gigantic deity doesn’t seem to notice you, but then he takes a drag of his cigarette and releases the smoke in one puff, creating a sort of little and cotton-like cloud that catches your attention. «Don’t worry: you can stay», says his calm, deep voice, «sit down here and breathe. Don’t walk so fast: even if your ankle seems to be better now, don’t force it.»

You obey slowly, enchanted by his tune and a little worried in your heart ― is he mad at me? He should… but it doesn’t seem to ―, then silly words tickle your throat and come out of your mouth before you can even think to stop them. It’s not the first time you have done this, not even the fear can stop you. «Lord of Lightning… do I bother you if I talk… perhaps to myself? And-and I still haven’t apologized as I should for what happened...»

Indra does not change his expression or look at you, but replies: «Your apology would break this wonderful silence, and it isn’t necessary.»

«Fine», then you whisper, «I’ll keep quiet. It’s better for everyone.»

«If you want to talk, you can do it with me!»

You jolt slightly, surprised by this lively voice behind you; a few steps away, Varuna welcomes you with a wide smile and raises his hands in apology, but in the end it is you who bows, showing all your respect. «Lord Varuna, don’t… don’t worry about me, the silence will be great. I-I have to be honest, I shouldn’t be here, I was just passing through...»

«Hmm? So would you get away from this beautiful view?» The God of Water turns his gaze and, following it, you see what he is staring at: the play of waterfalls, streams and rivers that descend from the mountains that surround you and run along the valley that opens not far away, sinuous like bodies of aquatic dragons, pointing towards the horizon. The scent that rises from them is incomparable, a dance of floral aromas and plants that draw life from the rushing waves. «Those lakes», says the deity, looking at a point that you cannot see, «and the rivers that flow into them are the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen.»

«Yes», you reply with enthusiasm, «the stars shine upon those waters and are reflected upon them like a million flowers in full bloom. Sometimes I follow them in their journey, but our paths soon part.»

«You are a Lady of the Stars, you already have enough beauty to watch over», Varuna whispers in a soft and peaceful tone, and you can’t help but blush slightly ― why?, «but I thank you for every time you keep the waves company. Tonight, however, there won’t be any need for it: see», and he turns to look at Indra, who continues to ignore you, «he loves to watch the thunderstorms from here. There’s one of them approaching right now.»

You widen your eyes and stare at the thundering darkness that is approaching with the speed of a thousand-legged horse, a huge black sphere that rumbles and writhes under the lash of lightning; though it is something you have seen countless times, this one seems more intense than other storms, and the vision of it magnetizes your thoughts. Even though it is completely opposite to you and all that you are, it calms you down and silences the bitterness you feel inside.

All the hill is immersed in a gentle quietness.

«If you want to go back home, now is the right time. It won’t be long before the clouds are above us.»

You rub your arms together, feeling the air get colder, but still you smile and sit more comfortably. «I don’t think the other gods are missing me, and I’ll have nothing to do for a few hours. I’ll stand here and watch as long as I want.»

«As the lady wishes.»

Astonished, you stare at Varuna handing you a blanket to face the cold, smiling warmly at you; and a thought crosses your mind with the speed of the lightning coming towards you all.

Don’t be too naive! Remember, there are gods and goddesses who want to lure, deceive and harm you! Don’t blindly trust others!

Your burning eyes, fire-like gems, probe for a long time the two figures next to you, waiting to see the fear that your pantheon has revealed to you come true; but that doesn’t happen. Either they are good at lying, or both the strong Indra and the peaceful Varuna have no intention of harming you; indeed, it seems they have forgotten about you since the storm began, their attention captured entirely by the white, thundering and powerful world that suddenly enveloped the hill.

But you don’t, you don’t forget them and the silent kindness they have shown you; nor the fact that, although far from the stars, now, here on this hill, you don’t feel like a burden to anyone.

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They tell you that it is not necessary to suffer for every star that dies: it is their final fate, and not even you who govern and keep them can change it.

The stars pulsate in your hair like countless jewels: they sink in and out, swirl and shed their multicolored light, bringing gentle gleams wherever you go; but they are not immortal. A shock accompanies their disappearance when the time comes, and a tear always follows the fact: you can’t help it, they are parts of you that leave and never come back, no matter how many other stars are born. It’s a dance as necessary as it is bitter, and you doubt you’ll ever get used to it.

One day you will, so they tell you: you just have to learn to let go, to not crystallize what has been, to not stand still with what you can’t control. There is nothing more difficult because you don’t find a meaning in this loss ― and you fear nothing, except the loneliness you feel rising with every void left on you.

One evening, a star dies while you are in the company of Varuna. For some time now you have been spending most of your free moments with him and Indra, taking advantage of the storms and your nocturnal journeys to meet them. They never judge you or don’t ask you for anything, and they have no impositions to give you: it is natural for you to look for them without expecting anything in return, just desiring a little presence and peace from the tumult of your pantheon and the world around you. Sometimes, as in this case, not even the peace that they give can last long.

«Are you all right, Lady (Y/N)? You look tired, would you like to sit down for a moment?»

You realize that you have stopped and brought both hands to your head only when the words of the deity enter your mind. You look at his face, and in his suddenly worried eyes you see your sad gaze, and an invisible stab penetrates your heart. So is this what I become whenever this happens? Biting your lip, you turn away so the other god won’t see your pain, then you take a deep breath. «It is nothing», you reply, «it is… the natural state of things. No, nothing happened.»

«The natural state of… what?»

You close your eyes, thinking of keeping silent, not revealing anything. You look at the river flowing joyfully a few steps away from you, unaware of what you are feeling, then you lean over its crystalline waters and choose to speak: «Lord Varuna, will you allow me a few questions?»

«Certainly.»

«Have... have you ever suffered for the disappearance of a lake, or a river? Have you ever felt deprived of something when this happened, as if a limb had been taken away, and therefore you had to adjust to a new but unwanted condition? All the wisdom, energy and power of the water that flowed into that basin, into a pond or the sea, vanished forever, and so did its story...» A sob leaves your lips, a gasp of sadness and anger. «It’s not fair», you mutter, «Why do I have to take care of them, love them with all my heart, and then lose them like this?»

The god doesn’t answer quickly, but first he approaches you and looks in your hair, then he reaches out a hand and places it gently where the star shone a few minutes before. A cool sensation, like an icy kiss, touches your head; but you don’t pay much attention to it.

«Not even the mightiest god among us can stop the Dance of Life, it is beyond our duties. However, this does not mean that everything that moves away from you is lost: its trace remains everywhere, you can feel it and find it in every movement you make. Your stars, no one can completely separate them from you, not even the end: they remain here, continuing to add light to the brilliance of their sisters. You are literally clothed in their presence.»

«I… I don’t know», you reluctantly answer, wrapping yourself in your arms, «how can you say that with such certainty?»

Varuna smiles, then points to the river in front of you. «These waves are formed by so many lives that not even I could count them: existences that are renewed, end, begin and never go away. The stars and constellations love to be reflected in the water, and it has an infinite memory: it preserves everything that others forget, even the words we are now saying.

My dear (Y/N), if you fear that something is lost forever, confide in the water: talk to the rain, converse with the sea, and let it answer you. Trust me, and trust it.»

You no longer answer, not knowing how to do it; you let yourself be taken by the hand and guided along the road until, tired and cold, you beg Varuna to forgive you and flee to heaven before necessary, feeling an urgent need to be alone with the stars and your thoughts.

When you get home, you can’t sleep: there is a subtle disturbance inside you that doesn’t allow you to close your eyes and that the arrival of day doesn’t dissolve. You toss and turn in bed, and finally get up to look in the mirror and search for the traces of the missing stars, as Varuna said.

And then you see it.

Your eyes open wide and your heart starts pounding, while you can’t help but smile with all of yourself: in your hair, no less beautiful than the others, a star made of water catches every ray of sun and it radiates it around, waiting for your gentle touch.

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«Welcome back, Lady of The Stars.»

Indra shifts his gaze from the horizon to observe your body starting to awaken from its long sleep, then lowers his eyelids and leans his back against the big tree behind him, letting the setting sun warm him with its last strength.

No matter how much time has passed, in his eyes you still are the delicate butterfly who rolled in his arms centuries ago, even if you have grown up and are now more confident and, if possible, more cheerful; but when you sleep like this, snuggled up against his side like a baby and with your face hidden under your arms, the stars in your hair lighting up the marks on his chest, he can’t help but think that whatever happens, you will always be the brightest and purest creature he has ever met.

Every storm needs to subside and give way to the grace of light: and you entered his existence, his and Varuna’s, with the same beauty as the sun rising from the sea and the star that guides home those who fear they have lost the path.

And a god related to strength, to the power of nature in its most fearsome form, can’t stand beside you? You proved him otherwise every time you ran up this hill with all the joy circulating in your body, shouting his name too loud and shaking all the flowers; yet, he waited for the sound of that voice for hours. By now, even your pantheon has surrendered to the fact that you will never be the most elegant and refined goddess that heaven will ever see, but that’s not what matters: because no one, after all, would ever trade the sweetness of your smile for something else.

Sure, he wouldn’t.

«Look at them, what an enchanting vision. Do you want a pillow, Indra?»

Before answering, the Lord of Lightning reaches out a hand and plunges it into your hair, starting to stroke it. All the stars spin and twinkle in response to his touch, and you smile in your half-sleep. «Don’t get too excited, Varuna, you risk creating floods.»

The God of the Waters raises his hands in surrender and, having reached the hill, takes a deep breath and shows his sharp teeth smiling wide. «May I join you?»

«I don’t think the lady has anything against it, nor do I.»

As soon as you feel the god’s presence near you, you instinctively reach out and wrap your arms around one of his, rubbing your cheek against his cool skin. Despite this, you continue to remain immersed in a light yet resistant sleep, so the quietness is the only owner of the place.

But not for long.

«… Is it a dream, or are my two husbands next to me?»

«Two husbands?»

Varuna widens his eyes and turns to look at you, a violent blush coloring his face and the bewildered expression as he stares at the grin and the sly gaze that appears as you raise your eyelids; Indra stops smoking the ever-present cigarette for a moment and remains motionless, then hints at a smile. «… So, a little sun would like to become my bride.» A short break, time to take a puff and direct the smoke towards the few clouds that fly over you. «… I could accept it.»

«… I-Indra?!?»

The rest is impossible to comprehend, because you burst out laughing and drown out any other noise as you leap to your feet and, grabbing both of the gods, pull them against you in a very strong embrace.

The first stars are already appearing in the sky; but none of them can ever match the light you are now shedding, happy as you are ― happy as you all are.

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