#snv fanfiction

[theanimekid]

Sweet Nectar

Thor x (Servant) Deity Reader

Synopsis: You're Thor's favorite servant, one that he alone can have. So what will happen when he finds out that you're a nature deity who left her homeworld because of your arranged marriage to a stranger?

Warnings⚠️🖤: Heavy Smut, breeding kink, scent kink, past abuse, dom/sub play

“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions — so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect.”– Terri Guillemets.

You loved flowers. Their beauty, colors, fragrances, everything.

You A diety of flowers and good fortune, but was before you fled your home, now you live secretly as a servant of The Mighty Thor. But at least it was better than the place you once called home.

Ever since that day, you felt as though you found peace in life, away from it all. But sometimes, while you served your lord, it feels like someone is watching you other than him. Out of all the servants, The Allfather had only you were able to get close to The God of Thunder himself, but you never asked why. Why does he let you get close? You know that Thor is a quiet man who hardly ever speaks to anyone if Loki was not annoying him all the time.

You started your routine as usual: Make breakfast, fix the bedsheets, Attend to his throne, water the plants. You have gotten used to life as a servant. You are not bothered by it. Especially when tending to his garden, well, your garden since he gave it to you after a long day of serving him, he wanted to reward you, A garden. The flourishing architecture, The flow of the river bank, the sound of the wind dancing in the flower beds. You sat alone on the marble bench and sighed as you brought the flute to your lips and played a symphonic melody.

Birds flew unto a small tree and sang along as you closed your eyes and continued to play. The wind blew softer than it ever was before. Flowers swaying ever so calmly. Unknown to you, Thor watched you from a near distance. His heart aching from his chest, eyes admiring your beauty when the sunlight shined upon you, your skin radiating like a gentle lamp. For the first time in his life. He feels as though fate has given him a chance.

Ever since Odin sent you to be his servant, he felt as though the whole world stopped for a moment, but he always hid his emotions. Thinking he does not deserve to feel this way. They were endless nights that he wished you were sleeping side in his bed, your skin pressed against him, your scent graved in his sheets. You had become an obsession to him. Not wanting to leave your sight when it come to you tending to the garden.

But this moment would not last long.

A flash of lightning burst the ground, making you stop what you were doing, and fearfully turned around. A tall man with a dark cloak appeared from the gray smoke. His eyes were furious and unwelcoming. He grabbed you by the arm, forcefully tugging you with him. You tried to fight back, but nothing happened. He then slapped you across the face. Making you fall in pain as he now carried you on his shoulder and ran out of the area.

You yelled and screamed, calling for your lord. " Thor! My Lord Thor! Help Me!!"

"Shut or else I'll make sure you won't ever utter another word again!" He warned in a raspy voice as he summoned a portal. Before he could take another step, he felt your body being dragged off his shoulder, making him almost fall on his back. He turned angrily, to now shudder in fear seeing who dragged you off of him. A red-haired god with lighting coming all over his body, and you standing behind him. Safe and protected. "Y/n, shield your eyes." He spoke calmly, but his face; leaned to say otherwise. You obeyed and hid your eyes behind him. With one swing of his hammer, he blasted the man into the portal he created, and the portal itself closed too. But there's a possible chance he won't make it back to where the man came from.

You whimpered in his chest as you embraced him. "T-Thank you, my lord." Thor shushed you with reassuring words of affirmation, "It's okay, I'm here." He said calmly, as he carried you back home, with your legs wrapped around his waist. 

As he had carried you back to where you came, inhaling the sweet sensation of your hair, like a bouquet of flowers, at this point. He stopped in the middle of the forest. Thor laid his hammer on the ground, you awakened from sleeping in his chest, "What is going on-mmh".

You looked you to your lord with sleepy eyes fighting to stay awake. He trailed peppering kisses along your jawline and kissed away the pink mark on your cheek to your soft lips. You moaned in his as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. He laid you on the grass floor, his hands wandering all over your body hiking up your dress, squeezing the flesh of your thighs, making you gasp in surprise, lips parting from his.

"How dare he try to take what is rightfully mine?" He said to himself. as unfasten your dress, untying the strings behind your back, revealing your perfect breasts. Not being to control himself anymore, he took one of the mounds in his mouth, sucking the nipple and nipping the skin. Your back arched at his advances. Then later, he repeated the same motion to the other.

He could feel you squirming beneath him. He finished the assault on your breasts with a loud pop. Your body felt hot, breathing out from your chest. The thunder god traveled down between your legs, hovering over the glistening entrance. He dipped his nose into your heat, smelling the sweet smell. She smells even better than I thought. He thought as he rose to look at your disheveled look, flustered and embarrassed. Just the way he wants you.

"You belong to me. And no one else, even if it means I'll have to make you a mother to make your stay with me." He mumbled into your chest. He moved the dress to the side and began his approach to your entrance. Using his tongue, he guides himself into your wet folds, stroking and sucking as a man starved. He can feel your thighs closing around him. Your moans and whimpers are music to his ears. He can feel coming to your climax, only for him to stop midway.

" Why y-you stop?" you asked breathlessly. Your fingers are wrapped in his long red locks.

"I am not finished with you yet. Now, be patient like a good little servant." He ordered. Being like a good little servant, you complied and waited helpessly for your next order. His tall stature stood above you as you watched him unclothe himself, reaveled his well toned body.

He spread your legs wide enough for your lord to come in. You knew he was huge but his cock was even bigger.

All loss of words came from out of your mouth as his cock entered your wet heat, feeling as though he will break you into two. You moaned and mewled as he pounded into your g-spot, his hands gripping at your hips making you keep pace with him.

Your mind was flooding with lustful thoughts. Keep going, don't stop, I love you, my lord, faster, harder, make me the mother of your children. Oh god. You started seeing stars, blabbering lustful desires to him, making him want you, even more, fuck you even harder.

"My Lord, please let me cum I'm so close," you whimpered as you feel your climax coming to you, your cunt squeezing him as he continued to thoroughly fuck you dumb. He can feel you." I know just a little longer," he groaned, as he is about to reach his peak too.

Moments later he ordered you to come to him, and make you his. You came harder than screaming his name like a chant as lightning struck from the sky. Thor sighed as he completely emptied himself to you, Your scent with his mixed with cum and sweat. He pulled you close and lay in the same spot which is now a flower bed of red roses. But you were too fucked to care, your body ached, and you didn't want to move from his warm embrace.

He nuzzled into your hair as you traced your fingers onto his chest. Feeling your eyes weighing down on you, " I love you, my Thor". He smiled into your hair, " And I love you, my little deity servant."

You'll ask him about how he knew later.

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[cafeinthemoon]

Ruins - Part XII

Chapter 12

Wordcount 2,9k

Title Part XII

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none, just a bit of comedy!

Tagging: @darling-imobsessed @holdyourwine (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So, it's dinner at last! Here we have a bit more interactions between reader and her boyfriend's siblings, the introduction of new characters and a surprise at the table 🤭 I've been wanting to write this scene at the table for so long and it's finally here! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

After returning to the party and enjoying all the things the girls prepared – and confirming what Hades said about you having a proper, great reception right when the doors were opened and the guests saw you – there was dinner at last.

Zeus was the first among the brothers to go to the table, humming an unintelligible song while rubbing his hands on each other, too concentrated on the menu to give attention to the rest of the group; Poseidon and Adamas accompanied you and their elder brother, though keeping a certain distance.

Despite the enlightening conversation at the garden, you were still hesitant about joining the gods’ table, but again you were assured by Hades.

– There’s a seat with your name in that table, little one – and, offering his hand to you, – No one can stop you from taking it.

You put delicate fingers upon his palm, your cheeks warmed up by the treatment he just gave you.

“Little one”? I think it’s too soon to start giving me these names, my Lord.

– I know, my Lord – you replied – Still, I can’t help wondering how the other gods will feel about sharing their space with me…

– Ah, we already talked about it, didn’t we? – you felt a soft grip around your hand.

– Yes, but...

You would have continued to argue if it wasn’t for Poseidon, who was walking at your right, close enough to hear the conversation.

– Are you refusing my brother’s invitation again, human?

You turned to him in a startle: that he was paying attention to what you were saying it was something you weren’t expecting.

Your reaction was nothing to him, who continued to speak as if nothing happened:

– Or are you still having a hard time recognizing the privilege you were granted with?

You swallowed: if at first you thought you would never get used to Poseidon’s presence, for something in the tone and in the glare of the god of the seas would always destabilize you and rush your reactions, now you had no doubts about it.

– I… That’s not what I meant, Poseidon-sama…

You spoke as clear as you could, but none of your words seemed to melt the ice in his eyes, so you gave up on trying. However, you weren’t alone to deal with it that time.

– Maybe she will understand what you mean if you say something like “There’s no need to worry, because you are our guest”, little brother – Hades spoke in somewhat a tired tone.

Poseidon didn’t bother himself to say anything in return, rushing to his spot on the table and leaving you behind, but even you could feel the little tension that raised between the brothers ; you decided to stay quiet and pretend that it never happened.

Hades- sama sounded so serious right now. He’s holding himself back, but I can sense his impatience.

Your thoughts were interrupted by an unworried, loud laugh near you: it was Adamas, who was hearing everything and didn’t hide his annoyance with Poseidon’s mannerism, rolling his eyes at him like a teenager.

– If you want to decline this feast, you do as you want, girl – he said to you, rushing to his own place at the table – But this food was made by the elves, you know what I mean? I would never refuse something smelling this good…

You didn’t give him a verbal reply, but smiled with yourself. Despite the recurrent lack of delicacy in his manners, the god of Conquest was an honest guy, so that slight change in his demeanor was sensed by you and received as a positive sign: now it didn’t look impossible that he might be the first to accept you in the family.

***

When you finally reached the table, Zeus was already there, on the chair at your left, enjoying the content of his plate like a child who just found out his favorite food would be served at dinner; Adamas displayed a similar behavior, but less cheerfully, and Poseidon just stood on his seat with all the elegance expected from him.

Hades pulled the chair for you to seat, then took his own spot at your right.

Not all the seats were occupied yet, but the ones that were taken had the most interesting figures on them: on the same side as yours, prominent individuals from the Greek pantheon were found, such as a muscular man with a red cloak over his shoulders who you imagined to be taller than everyone in that table and who you later found out to be Ares, god of War; not so far from him, enjoying the company of three men whose bodies seemed to be made of stone, there was the most beautiful woman you remember seeing in your life, with delicate flowers over her golden curls and a white dress that barely sustained her breasts – Aphrodite, goddess of love; besides Adamas, at Hades’ right, and Poseidon, at Zeus’ left, there were others you were yet to identify.

On the other side of the table, there seemed to be more people, but you had even less information about them. On the edge, almost at the head, there was a stern man with long, black hair and clothing as dark as it; he wore an eyepatch upon his left eye, but the uncovered one seemed to be enough for him, and it wasn’t difficult to imagine it detecting the slightest oscillations in the air; he kept his mouth shut for almost the entire time you were in his presence, but the silence around him was often broken by two ravens that rested on each of his shoulders. It wasn’t hard for you to guess: he was Odin, the head of the Nordic pantheon. Right beside him, you found a younger man, just as serious, but with a more light appearance thanks to the reddish strands of his hair, that reminded you of lit embers, and his white clothing; his eyes were of an unusual mixture of shades, with yellowish pupils and dark sclera; as if it wasn’t enough, he had golden marks on his face. You tried not to stare for too long, but it was impossible; if the man noticed it or not, you couldn’t tell. This god, judging by the position he occupied beside his leader, was none other than his son, Thor.

Alongside father and son, there were female and male deities that reminded you of the Nordic heroes such as described in the old tales, but nobler and more beautiful. However, even on their side there were empty seats, one of them right at Thor’s left. The card that indicated its owner was out of your sight, and you wondered who they should be.

The table was quiet even before you arrived, with just a few, occasional chatting between the guests who were sitting side by side, but all of the whispers ceased once they put their eyes on the little human beside the Lord of the Underworld. Even Odin’s ravens, after screams of “Human! Human!”, stopped their croaking to observe.

Everyone had their eyes turned on you, examining every inch of yourself with non-disguised curiosity, as if you were an exotic species or one of the party’s attractions. Fortunately, as Hades predicted, there was no hostility or harshness directed to you, but that didn’t make all their attention less unsettling. You glanced at him, who had a calm smile on his lips, as if proud of what he just did – bringing you back with the compliance about which his brother doubted.

However, he wasn’t the first to speak.

– So... this is the young woman about whom Hades-sama spoke? – a female, sweet voice sounded at your left; you turned to its direction and found Aphrodite with her elbow leaning upon the table, her cheek on her hand as she stared at you – She’s so pretty… specially because of these bright eyes of hers…

Ares, who was hearing everything, had a less flattering comment to make.

– Indeed, she has respectable traits for a human being – and, after giving you a scrutinizing gaze with one hand under his broad chin, – However, her general aspect is as frail as the others’. I would say that she can barely hold the cutlery in a proper way with these tiny hands of hers.

You looked at the god, at his monstrous hand dwarfing his own cutlery and plate over the table, opened your mouth, but closed it again, still not believing that this was his view on the human race.

These gods… Do they even know that I can understand what they’re saying?

You then decided that, because his thoughts and knowledge were primarily directed to the matters of war, he would never expect great things from someone like you, and that maybe hugeness and strength were things so inherent to him that he didn’t even notice that most living creatures would seem tiny in comparison to him, not only humans.

Well, the food was served by the elves to the newcomers, including yourself, soon after that, and you took the opportunity to prove Ares wrong by holding your spoon with perfect balance in order to try the soup that was just poured on your plate and which spicy smell invaded your nostrils and made your stomach growl.

However, you never managed to put the spoon on the liquid.

The spoon’s handle, a firm, silver thing, quickly moved and stretched, getting out of your reach as it grew into the flexible, scaly body of a white serpent.

All the guests held their breath as the animal escaped from your hand, turned around the hot plate and placed itself in front of you, staring at you with a pair of emerald eyes and making a low hiss while showing you its black, forked tongue.

You startled, but kept quiet, only looking at the snake.

What a strange animal, this one, you thought to yourself. It’s the perfect image of a serpent, yet it doesn’t feel like I have a serpent in front of me. What does this mean?

Hades stretched his hand to reach the serpent, but you touched his arm as to ask him to not do it.

– Please, wait, Hades-sama – you spoke, without taking your eyes off it – There’s something… odd about it.

You felt his eyes – as well as the other gods’ – on you when you said that. You glanced around and, somehow, your gaze fell on Odin’s figure, who was observing everything but showing no sign of being impressed with the situation; his ravens were croaking things in what you supposed to be an ancient language.

– Odd? – Hades asked – What are you talking about, y/n?

The serpent was now quiet, still observing you, as if waiting to see what was going to happen next.

– I don’t know how to explain. It is…

You left the sentence unfinished. Instead of trying to work with your words, you opted to do it with your hands: after keeping eye contact with the reptile for a few more seconds, you stretched your left hand toward it, in an attempt to grab it; the serpent, of course, deflected, but your right hand was waiting for it, and you closed your fist around its cold body as fast as you could.

The serpent hissed again and squirmed before turning into a huge, black moth, flying above the table, out of your reach. So, this was the reason why what you were seeing didn’t sit right: you were dealing with a deity, and one that enjoyed playing around, causing commotion and gathering everyone’s attentions.

And the said deity didn’t take long to reveal himself.

The moth changed its aspect as quickly as the serpent did, but this time the transformation didn’t result in another animal: instead, a slim, young man with green hair and extravagant clothing was seen floating above the table, close enough from you but at a safe distance from the steamy plates.

He seemed to find a comfortable position – or what could be considered comfortable while in the air – and kept staring at you with the same curiosity as his pairs, but without the slightest regard for formality or good manners, as attested by the glimmer in his lilac eyes and the grin on his large lips, a contradiction to the delicacy of his other traits. His face, you thought, must be very pretty when he was serious or relaxed.

For the second time, you glanced at Odin’s side of the table, at the empty seat beside Thor, and felt that this might this person’s seat.

A jovial, frolic individual with the ability of shapeshifting. Could it be that this man…?

He was the first to speak, with a mellifluous voice that was exactly like expected from such a figure:

– Well well, you have such fast hands! Fastand strong ones! – he commented, shaking his own hands; and, inquiring you in a cunning manner, – How did you do that, mortal?

Despite not enjoying this interaction at all, that man was still a god, and you wouldn’t dare disrespect him in his own place, among his pairs, so you put some effort in your reply:

– Well, me and my siblings used to spend our fee time at the coast, playing to catch fishes with our bare hands under the water. I just thought it would work with a serpent as well.

His response came as a cheerful laugh.

– Did you hear that, Poseidon-sama? – there was only silence from Poseidon’s side, but it didn’t seem that the young man was expecting an answer anyway, so he just continued to talk to you – After what I saw here, I have no doubts that you were good in this game. But that’s not what I’m talking about…

– No? – you frowned.

The man laid on his side in the air, leaning his cheek on his hand while studying you.

– Hm-hm – he moved his free hand’s index finger in a negative sign – I want to know how you noticed that thing about the serpent. You said there was something odd about it.

You were going to say that it was pretty easy to understand that a serpent is fake when it was a lifeless spoon just a second ago, but that might not be appreciated by someone with his temper, so you just explained how you felt.

– I’ve seen some of these animals from close before, so I know the sensation of having them in front of me. And the feeling I had while looking at the one you created didn’t match the previous experiences.

Unlike you imagined, your answer made him bored, and he didn’t hide that.

– “It didn’t match the previous experiences”? – he rolled his eyes – It’d be easier to say you found it fake, girl.

Yes, it was ironic that someone who likes to play tricks was expecting you to be honest with him, but if that was what he wanted, you had no problem doing it.

– I just didn’t want to offend you even before confirming who you are.

Something changed in his face when he heard that, softening his traits a bit, and you had the impression of seeing a slight blush on his cheeks.

– Ah, this is the first time someone shows consideration for my feelings in a long time. But, speaking of confirmations, let me properly introduce myself. I am…

– Loki. I know.

The clever smile hanging on his lips since he took the form of a man disappeared, suddenly giving space to a stunned expression. He moved his head away from his hand and sat in the air, not believing in your guess – because the man you had in front of you was, indeed, the god of Mischief.

A paper appeared on his hand (if he summoned it or took it from a pocket, you weren’t sure) and he showed his name written on it: it was his seat’s identification at the table.

– How do you know that?!

– I’m sorry, but it’s a bit... obvious, Loki-sama – you glanced around the table while you spoke – On the other side of the table, there are few empty seats, and only one close to the head the Nordic gods, Odin-sama. Since Thor-sama is already present, the remaining seat must belong to his closest relative besides his son. Speaking of this, Odin-sama was the only one who didn’t show any form of surprise when you turned into a serpent, as if he’s used to witness your powers. And, finally, to the people of Midgard, you are the most famous shapeshifter among the gods, so your name would be the first to come to my mind in any way.

Loki took a moment to formulate a response; when he did, he already had his grin back.

– You’re such an interesting person, mortal... What’s your name, again?

– Y/n.

– Hm, y/n-chan – he kept staring at you with bright eyes, as if you were a cub or something like that – No I understand why Hades-sama took a liking on you...

That was your time to feel your face heating up. You were going to think of something to respond, but before the conversation got any further, a deep, steady voice intervened – Odin, to whom you both looked at like children caught in the middle of a trick:

– Go to your seat, Loki, and let us enjoy our dinner in peace.

Loki sighed, but obeyed, finally letting you appreciate the soup while it was still warm.

Part XIII

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[roguerambles]

A Nymph and A Spartan

Record of Ragnarök - Leonidas x Female Reader

Warnings - 18+Only. Adult Situations.

Okay, so credit for this idea goes to an anon on @rukia-writes blog, which I have been graciously allowed to use, so I hope you don't mind because we need more sexy Leonidas stories, damn it--

Enjoy!

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"We shouldn't be in here!"

"Oh, Aurai, stop worrying."

"Start worrying, Stellia! Lord Apollo would be furious if he knew we were here--"

"We are here for Lord Apollo, remember--?"

You huffed slightly as your fellow nymphs bickered between themselves, tucked behind you as you crouched together in the small, wooded area the three of you had snuck into. The whole thing had been Stellia's idea. "We should understand who Lord Apollo is facing!" She had insisted, while Aurai had been indignant at the thought Apollo required any kind of advantage to best a mere human. You had tagged along simply to keep them out of trouble.

"We're going to get caught if you two do not pipe down--" You tried to shush them, only for Stellia to suddenly grasp your arm, pointing just past the treeline.

"Look!"

You followed her gesture with an aggrieved sigh - you were missing a perfectly good bath for this - and turned to face the direction she was pointing, half expecting--

Men.

Shirtless men.

Tall, shirtless, filled with muscle, Spartan men.

"Oh Fates--" Aurai squeaked, clasping a hand over her mouth, a deep flush filling her cheeks. "We...we should leave!"

"No." You replied, remaining rooted to the spot. The Spartans seemed to be training, judging by the dummies and weapons scattered about. You had never actually been to Sparta in its glory, but if the towering specimens of manhood in front of you, bodies built like exquisitely carved statues made flesh and blood were the norm, you severely regretted it.

The three of you remained huddled together, blatantly gawking at every contracting muscle - if any of the Spartans looked up they probably would have spotted you. "Which...um..." Stellia found her voice first, although her eyes remained glued to the back of a particularly strapping fellow practicing with bow and arrow. "...which one do you think is facing Lord Apollo...?"

"Who cares?" You said back vaguely. Stellia hummed as though in agreement, and you both fell silent once more. The archer released his arrow, hitting the target with a loud thunk.

Aurai grasped your hand, sounding flustered. "We...we should--"

"What are you doing in here?" A deep, masculine voice boomed behind you.

Stellia and Aurai both shrieked in alarm, grabbing onto your sides as you spun around. Your gaze landed on a broad expanse of abdomen, warm fleshed carved expertly into solid, defined muscle. Scar tissue bumped against smooth planes of skin, and your eyes trailed upwards over broad pectoral muscles, full and large, sharply defined collarbones, a somewhat scruffy beard dusting over a handsome jawline, full lips turned down in a severe frown--

"I don't care for repeating myself." King Leonidas of Sparta said, his voice rumbling darkly like thunder. The sound probably should have made you shiver with fear, instead of...something else. "What are you three doing in here?"

You opened your mouth to reply - to say something - but your mind had become quite unhelpful in anything but hyper focusing on every inch of the naked torso directly in front of you. He folded his arms - the movement causing the thick, powerful muscles of his biceps to swell indecently, his frown growing deeper as he glared down at you impatiently.

Fates, he was gorgeous--

"You three attend Lord Apollo, do you not?" A woman's voice, firm and measured as a steel blade, spoke from behind Leonidas's massive frame. Lady Brunhilde stepped around him, her cool gaze running over you and your companions. "You should not be in here. I am afraid I must escort you outside."

Leonidas's frown became a snarl, a vicious flash of teeth. "You serve that preening bastard?" Aurai squeaked out something that may have been some manner of defence, but she looked far too flustered to form proper words. Stellia was still staring at Leonidas, jaw hanging open slightly.

You knew you should have been offended at such an insult to your Lord, but you instead tilted your head upwards, meeting the furious fire in Leonidas's eyes. You slowly rose to your feet, the human man towering over you still, feeling the weight of his men's eyes on your back, having apparently noticed the commotion.

"My apologies." You said finally, reaching out to softly brush your palm against Leonidas's abdomen, the muscles flexing unconsciously under your touch. You peered up at him through your lashes, smiling as his eyebrows twitched slightly upwards in a brief flash of surprise. "We were just going."

Leonidas watched as your slowly brushed past him, nodding politely to Lady Brunhilde who regarded you with a raised brow and somewhat bemused smile. You followed the Valkyrie outside, Stellia and Aurai darting after you, feeling Leonidas's gaze burning against your back.

"Please, do not tell Lord Apollo--" Aurai pleaded at Brunhilde, who barely glanced over her shoulder.

"I care little about your personal relationships with your master. I won't say anything."

You smiled brightly at Brunhilde as she delivered you back to Apollo's rooms, and you could have sworn you saw a glimmer of amusement in the Valkyrie's eyes as she walked away.

-

You were not sure exactly how time worked in the Valhalla Arena.

You had considered asking Brunhilde, but you doubted she had particular interest in educating you on the subject, and you had a more pressing matter you wished to address.

Lord Apollo had barely noticed your absence, and last you had seen him he was in the baths with your fellow nymphs. Aurai and Stellia had settled in, but you had made your excuses and left, although you doubted anyone besides them had seen you leave Lord Apollo's rooms.

Normally you would have been bothered by Apollo's lack of attention, although it was hardly unusual. The God's affections were fickle and tempestuous as the weather, but he never failed to attract flocks of admirers regardless.

Why should he have all the fun?

It did not take long to find Leonidas's quarters, even less to sneak your way in. Dark had fallen over the area in a seeming imitation of night, and you could hear men laughing and hear fire crackling somewhere further within.

You peered through the gloom, trying to decide where exactly to go, when arms circled around your waist, and you found yourself pulled flush against a broad, muscled chest. "You Gods never learn, do you?" Leonidas's growled lowly in your ear, the sound washing over you like a wave, making you shiver softly. "You just do whatever you want, don't you?"

You laughed slightly, the heat of Leonidas's body searing through your clothes, making your breath quicken. You reached down to trail your fingers along his forearm, nails coming to lightly dig into the solid muscle of his bicep. "I certainly hope so."

Leonidas scoffed, a short, booming laugh falling from his lips, the sound vibrating deep in his strong chest. "What makes you think I'm interested in what you have to offer, God?"

You chuckled, pushing your hips back against his. Your rear brushed against something hard and hot and large and you couldn't suppress the shiver of excitement that ran up your spine, nor the jolt of desire that shot through your belly as Leonidas groaned softly at your movements. "I don't think that's a weapon hidden down there."

Leonidas shook slightly, his chin dropping to your shoulder, the scruff of his beard rubbing against the skin of your shoulder. You bit your lip, picturing the sensation of it rubbing against other areas and your heart quickened as Leonidas's large, rough palms slowly slid up your arms, long fingers brushing at the fabric of your loose dress.

"...may I?" He murmured in your ear, voice low and heavy with the growing embers of desire. You shivered in anticipation, and reached up to gently grasp his hands, your fingers sliding over his to guide them slowly downwards, pulling your gown with them.

Your dress pooled at your feet, and you felt a certain smugness as you felt Leonidas stiffen at your back, the slightest sharp inhale of breath. You turned to press your chest flush against his, a thrill shooting through you as you caught the darkening of his eyes, the hungry way they roamed over you.

"...that bastard won't get mad you are here?" Leonidas asked after a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.

"Does it matter if he does?" You trailed your fingers down his abdomen, grabbing at the waistband of his pants. "He might be dead tomorrow."

Leonidas looked surprised, before tossing his head back, a deep roar of laughter spilling from him. His broad shoulders shook for a few moments, before he returned his gaze to you, a genuinely amused grin forming on his face.

"You're a woman after my own heart, nymph."

You felt heat in your cheeks at his words, the surprising warmth in his expression, and you shrugged lightly, pulling his waistband downwards, exposing the deliciously defined v-shape in his hips. You bit your lower lip hard, the pulse of lust deep in your belly almost making your knees shake. "It's not just your heart I'm after."

Leonidas's grin turned wolfish, and he ducked down, his arm wrapping around your hip. You yelped as you were suddenly hoisted onto his shoulder. Leonidas shook out of his pants, carelessly kicking them aside as he began striding in a direction you sincerely hoped there was a bed.

"I might be after something else of yours, too."

-

"Seriously, where were you yesterday? You never came back!"

"Stellia, will you stop--"

The crowd was already stirring with excitement, and you watched with some trepidation as Heimdall began to announce the Ninth Round of Ragnarök. You remained quiet as Stellia continued to prod you, while Aurai nervously toyed with her hands.

Apollo entered the arena, golden and resplendent as always, and your fellow nymphs dissolved into excited squeals and cheers. You clapped softly, your gaze drifting towards the opposing doors.

Leonidas strode into the Arena, tall and proud as any warrior king should be. His eyes were firmly on Apollo, his handsome, scarred face forming an angry sneer. His gaze drifted briefly over Apollo's head, however, landing on you amongst the crowd. Apollo's head slowly turned, an expression of confusion clouding his lovely features.

You smiled, uncaring of who saw you, lifted your fingers to your lips, and blew a kiss in Leonidas's direction.

Leonidas's eyebrows rose, but you could see the pleased smirk on his face as he lifted a large hand, clenching his fist as though to catch your kiss in his hand.

Apollo looked stunned, his jaw dropping open, briefly losing all composure and grace as he gawked in total disbelief at the display he had just witnessed in front of him.

"What was that?!" Aurai yelped loudly, looking at you as though you had sprang a second head.

"You harlot." Stellia grabbed your hand, pulling you towards her eagerly, eyes bright. "Tell me everything!"

"Have you lost your mind?!" Another nymph yelled, while the one beside her peered down at Leonidas thoughtfully.

"I mean...he is rather dashing--"

"Forget that, he's hot."

"Oh, I was hoping someone would say it, it's been driving me mad--"

You couldn't fight the smile forming on your face as Apollo's expression turned sour, turning back to face Leonidas, who looked delightfully smug, tossing a wild grin your way.

Fates, you wanted him to win.

#record of ragnarok #shumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok fic #record of ragnarok fanfiction #ror leonidas #snv leonidas #leonidas x reader #leonidas x female reader #ror leonidas x reader #snv leonidas x reader #record of ragnarok leonidas #record of ragnarok x reader #shumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shumatsu no valkyrie fic #shumatsu no valkyrie fanfiction #snv x reader #ror x reader

[thekingwhereitallends]

Hades:Look who is back!

Anubis:(leaps towards Hades and wraps arms around his neck) I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!

Hades:I believe you.

Anubis:I HAVE BEEN A GOOD BOY AND NEVER REALLY HURT ANYONE!

Hades:You are not just a good boy. You are the best boy around

Anubis:I EVEN WATCHED OVER HELHEIM AND PLAYED WITH CERBERUS!

Hades:You're too sweet,Anubis.

Hades:(pats Anubis on top of head)

Anubis:Welcome home,Hades.

Hades:Thank you,Anubis.

#Hades #Anubis #Record of Ragnarok #RoR #Shuumatsu no Valkyrie #SnV #Incorrect Quotes #Headcanon #Fanfiction #AU #Greek Mythology #Egyptian Mythology #Helheim #Underworld #Tartarus

[blossom-works]

Warm Castle Walls

If you like this, check out my Hades Series!

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“You do know Zeus will stop pestering us if you allow him to see his niece.”

“True, but if Hera comes, she and Zeus may disturb the peace within our home. I won’t have them argue and disturb her.”

You smile at your husband’s protectiveness over your daughter, but the more you think about it, you understand. It is no secret that Zeus is not a faithful husband, and that Hera’s wrath should not be taken in vain. One time, Hera’s anger shook the Heavens so much that it felt like a mini earthquake in Helheim. That and she called you to complain and curse Zeus out. 

When you married into the Greek family, you unknowingly signed up to be Hera’s vent buddy. Anytime Zeus let his desires get the best of him she would call you. It does get on your nerves when you are busy, but you understand her. If Hades were to ever cheat on you (Tartarus forbid), you would also need a person to vent to. Hades once asked you if you gave your sister-in-law advice on her marriage and you responded with no. 

Sure, there are some things Hera can do, but it takes two people, or Gods in this case, to balance out a marriage. There is no way that your brother-in-law will change his promiscuous ways. Giving advice to Hera would be fruitless. Whenever Hera calls, you just listen and comfort her. Sometimes you would even set up a date with Hera to lift her mood. 

Now that you think about it even more, it is probably best to postpone any visits from the Greek family. It will save yours and Hades’ sanity and most importantly, keep your daughter from having an early introduction to Godly drama. 

Deciding not to think about it more, you decide to focus on what is in front of you. It has been three months since you birthed your daughter and she is growing as any other baby would. Some would think that babies born from Gods would grow faster, but that is not true. Babies born in Heaven to Gods - grow and develop just like human babies. They stop growing when they hit what is considered their young-adulthood phase. 

Right now your daughter loves to suck on her fist and grabbing onto anything she can. She is also vocal as well. In the mornings she will babble to herself and if she is in a bad mood or really needs something, she will scream for attention. She also loves to be left alone. The only exception is with you and Hades. Your daughter loves to be held as long as she can by her parents. Everyone else like her caretakers, have a limited time before she starts to squirm and cry. 

Hades’ bird is on his finger while his daughter is on his lap. Her cute laughs come after every trick the cockatoo does. Whenever she tries to grab the bird, Hades will hold his hand out further to protect his pet. All parents know how strong a baby’s grip is. Sitting down next to Hades you pick up your daughter and place her in your lap. 

“Now, now. How many times does your father have to tell you to be gentle with his bird? Here, let me show you how to pet him.”

Standing her up and securing her with one arm, you raise your daughter’s hand and ask Hades to bring the cockatoo close. Your daughter bounces in excitement and if it was not for your arm, you are sure she would have fallen onto the ground. After calming her down, you bring her soft, cubby hands to caress the bird. Making sure she does not grab onto the bird or one of his feathers. Feeling the soft feathers against her knuckles, your daughter screams in joy. She tries to use her free hand to grab the bird but luckily your husband is there to stop her. 

“Only one hand, sweetheart.”

Hades exchanges your daughter for the bird. Standing up, he throws her in the air, gracefully catching her with every throw. Your daughter is quite a daredevil. She loves to be high in the air. Sometimes when she if fussy, the only way to calm her down is to throw her in the air. You are quite sure she got this from your husband’s side of the family. Coddling her in his arms, your daughter takes off his eyepatch and starts munching on it. Before you can scold her, Hades laughs. 

“What do you say about giving our child her own eyepatch?”

“I would say you’re trying to erase whatever genes she got from me and make her your carbon copy.” You tease. 

With a free hand he pulls you up and off the couch to smush you into a family hug. The cockatoo flies away to his perch, probably for safety reasons. Hades plants a kiss to your head, laughing at your joke. 

“That’s impossible. She may have my hair and eyes, but she holds your beauty as well.”

You have been with Hades long enough to get used to his compliments and flirts, but they somehow always make you blush and feel warm inside. There is this thing about your husband. He never says anything he does not mean. It is one of the many traits he has that makes him reliable. 

Seeing you, your daughter throws the slobbered eyepatch somewhere across the room. She holds her arms out and makes “grabby” motions, telling you that she wants you to hold her. Now in your arms, she nuzzles into your shoulder. In the safety of her mother’s arms and knowing that her father is there to protect them, she falls asleep. 

Extra:

After finishing today’s work, Hades heads into his shared chambers. When he changed into his robes and is about to go to sleep, he hears his daughter talking to herself. Lifting himself off of the bed he goes to her bassinet and sure enough, there is his princess, blowing raspberries. Picking her up, Hades tries to rock her back to sleep. He sways his body, hoping that it will help. Within a couple of minutes her eyes start to get droopy. Hades places her back in her bassinet and gets a fluffy blanket to cover the already wrapped baby.

With his index finger he caresses her chubby cheek. “Before you or your mother came things in Helheim were boring, and even lonely. But since I married your mother and since you’ve been born, the castle feels warmer. I no longer miss my brothers - your uncles, that much anymore because I have you two.” 

Hades feather-kisses the baby’s forehead. “Thank you for warming up these castle walls.”

#hades x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #snv hades x reader #ror hades x reader #fanfiction #x reader

[thequietkid-moonie]

I was thinking, what about reader being a really young god of death that doesn't see anything bad in dying because is just part of life and doesn't understand why humans hate/fear him so much when they are just doing their job?

#poor little baby #snv x reader #snv x you #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror x reader #ror x you #records of ragnarok x reader #writing prompt #fanfiction prompts #moonie soft #moonie is gonna cry #moonie prompts

[wallgirl]

Poseidon x Fem!Reader - First Thing

Slightly rough, feel-good PWP. NSFW. 1400 words.

It’s been three weeks since your beloved husband left on business, and your hunger for him can’t wait to be sated now that he’s home...

For three long weeks he had been away, attending to business that demanded his attention as God of the Oceans.

Such a trip was nothing new, but you hated it every time he left. Despite what others might have deemed flaws and a cold exterior, you loved your husband passionately. He was the light of your life, the sparkle in your eye... And, after so long apart, the cure to the hunger in your core.

Despite what others might have suspected based on the outside, most nights in your marital suite passed in burning touches and passionate whispers. The bedroom was your escape as a couple, where no one else dared venture, and you could express your love to your heart's content. To you, everything about his heart and body was perfection... and every time you made love, you were reassured he felt the same way.

Now, at long last, your beloved Poseidon stood before you, all 6'4" of him, statuesque and well-built, ripe for the taking. For your taking. You wanted to haul him away immediately, but unfortunately, here in the entry hall of the palace with everyone else around, there were social conventions to observe first.

"My love, I'm so happy you're home. I've missed you so much," you greeted him properly. He acknowledged you with a simple nod. "I bet you're tired from your journey."

"Of course not." It was preposterous suggestion, but you already knew that. This was just a ploy.

"But perhaps you should rest a little, just to freshen up." You came to take hold of his muscular arm. "What do you say?"

He looked down at you questioningly, with your innocent eyes, and those sweet lips that mouthed silently to him:

Please.

Now there could be no doubting your intentions, although his face didn't give it away. "All right," he yielded. "Just for a little while."

You beamed, your heart already pounding. It was taking all of your restraint not to forcibly strip him where he stood, in view of the servants, and feel him up to your heart's content. "Come along, darling."

---

He entered you roughly from behind, using one hand on your back to force you to bend over the dresser. His other hand ripped down what remained of your panties, tossing them brusquely aside before using his fingertip to trace your entrance. You could feel your wetness sliding beneath his touch and shuddered weakly. "Poseidon, faster," you begged him, gripping the dresser's edge. "Faster, harder!"

"I come back from business, and this is the first thing you think of? The first thing you want from me?" His words mocked your neediness, but his movements obliged you. He took hold of your hip with his left hand and hoisted up your leg with his right, increasing the depth of his penetration. "So - needy."

Of course you were. It was all you could think about, being away from him for so long. You'd missed him so much. Your lips couldn't form the answer, but he probably wouldn't have registered it anyways. He settled into a steady rhythm as he lost focus on all else except delving deeper and deeper into you. You grit your teeth as his strong movement pushed you to your limits, eyes clenching shut as his tip reached your g-spot. "Ah! There! Please, harder!"

Of course, Poseidon could hardly use his full strength on you without causing you pain, but in some heated moments you didn't mind, and this was one of them. He ripped you away from the dresser and turned you to sit atop it instead, both legs over his shoulders. He leaned further in towards you, kissing and biting up your shoulder to your neck. You pulled him up to your lips by his hair, drinking in his kisses like a dying woman quenching her thirst. The inside of his mouth was just as soft as his lips, aside from his rather sharp teeth. You carefully traced the edges with your tongue, relishing the change in sensation, as he groaned into your mouth. "Don't tease me," he hissed. "I can only go so far."

"I've missed you so much, I want all of you now," you panted. "Every last ounce of your strength, every - ngh - everything!"

"Then take it!" The furniture below you began to groan and crack with under the pressure of his rutting, but the raw show of his strength only further aroused you. Your moans rose into high-pitched whines, sounding in time to the loud slaps of his thrusts. His skin felt so good against yours, even though you knew it would leave a mark afterwards. Your fluids were beginning to pool on the wood beneath your thighs, dripping onto the floor. At this mind-breaking pace, your high was bound to come at any second...

"Poseidon, cum in me!" You begged, completely out of your mind with want. Your hands grabbed at his hips in desperation, wanting him ever deeper inside of you. There was only him, could only ever be him. You wanted to be one with him in body and soul, completely. His cum within you was the highest prize you could seek, the epitome of physical intimacy. "My womb, fill it!"

Your pleading words pushed his arousal over the edge, and he groaned behind gritted teeth as he pressed into you as deep as your bodies allowed. That familiar heat burst within you, making you jerk as you reached your own orgasm in response. Your tightening insides clasped his shaft desperately as you broke through your high, coaxing every last drop from him before your body relaxed completely and you collapsed.

He remained above you for several moments, catching his breath and savoring your inner warmth one last time. You stared up at him unabashedly, with those sea-blue eyes and flushed cheeks, as if seeing him with fresh eyes. Every time you made love, the intimacy felt as new and tender as the first. He was so wonderful, so perfect, and all yours. Only you could make each other feel this way. He caught your starry-eyed stare and smiled softly before taking your hand and clasping it to his heart. "Satisfied, my queen?"

"Mmm... Not yet." You held up your arms weakly. "Lie with me." Now that your lust had been sated, you only wanted to rest in his strong embrace. He gently picked you up and carried you to the bed. You smiled in satisfaction, feeling the dew of sweat on his heaving chest. He curled you into the curve of his body, pulling the sheets loosely over your entwined figures. "Are you sore?" He asked.

"No." That could change in the morning, but for now, you were simply tired and sensitive. You shuddered lightly as his hand lovingly traced the shape of your body, from your shoulder and breast down to your thigh. You leaned up to kiss him tenderly, cupping his face in your hands. "You were perfect," you whispered softly. "Before we met, I never could've imagined this... nothing like it."

He pulled you closer and buried his face in your hair. "Nor I."

In this post love-making intimacy, you felt so vulnerable. You'd missed him so much during the time he'd be gone, and you needed to hear it reaffirmed that he felt the same way about you... That your overwhelming love for him was reciprocated. "Poseidon... I need to hear you say that you love me." You pressed your face to his firm chest. "Only me. Please?"

"I love you. Only you. Ever." His words were simple but earnest, and you felt reassured.

"Truly?"

"Without a doubt."

You entwined your arms and legs about him firmly, not wanting to ever part. With his warm arms surrounding you securely, and his essence still warm within you... This truly was the peak of intimacy, as tangible as his love could ever be. And when you woke in the morning, he would still be there. Your love, and yours alone.

Quiet solace wrapped itself around the two of you, as you fell asleep listening to each other’s heartbeat.

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Author’s Note: So this is uhh this is my first posted smut. I hope you enjoyed it.

#poseidon x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok poseidon #ror #snv #poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie #fanfiction #female reader

[agnerd-bot]

Rematch of Ragnarok Premise and Roster

Premise: 1000 years after the first Ragnarok between the Gods and Humanity, where mankind managed to triumph over the heavens in the biggest upset the universe would ever know, the Heavens once again have convened to judge whether humanity deserves to he saved or not. Because of how humankind managed to impress many of the gods in the last Ragnarok, the votes for mankind’s extinction aren’t as unanimous as before, though ultimately it is still a majority vote for the end of the human race. However, the Morrigan, Queen of Death and Shadow of the Celtic Pantheon, chooses to make a proposal to her fellow deities: Humanity spat in the face of the Heavens, and humiliated them in the battle between Creator and Creation 1000 Years Ago. For the gods to wipe out mankind without repaying this loss would make them seem weak and unworthy of their positions as overseers of all creation. Thus, if the gods seek to cast judgement over all humanity, then they must repay mankind for the slight to their power, should they not? Zeus, the battle-crazed maniac he is, is all too happy to comply, and gleefully announces a grudge match to be held. The Gods have made their intent known: to show the proud and arrogant human race that the first Ragnarok was merely a fluke.

Brunhilde, The Leader of the Valkyries, ends up being caught off guard by this, not expecting another Ragnarok to be held so soon, and a quick conversation with the Buddha makes it clear that there’s more going on here than just a mere grudge. Regardless, mankind is once again at the precipice of extinction, and the Eldest Valkyrie must lead the charge in the face of the apocalypse once more.

Overseers: -Brunhilde & The Valkyries(Humanity) -Zeus & The Morrigan(Gods) -Heimdall(Neutral)

Humanity: -Hektor of Troy -Calamity Jane -Spartacus -Jack O' Lantern -Nai Khanom Tom -Mansa Musa -Judah Loew and Yoselle -Sū Dá Jǐ -Medusa -Arash Kamangir -Martha of Bethany -James Clerk Maxwell -Claude des Armoises -Jason of Colchis -Charles Darwin -Manfred von Richthofen -Vincent Van Gogh -Morgause -Sigurd -Judas Iscariot

Gods: -Sobek -Gamayun -Indrajit -The Morrigan -Iset -Perun -Hou Yi -Athena -Talos -Awilix -Izanami-no-Mikoto -Zhen Wu -Camazotz -Scathach -Yù Tù -Bakunawa -Amaterasu -Sol -Uesugi Kenshin -Tiamat

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #rematch of ragnarok #ror #snv #record of ragnarok fanfiction #some folks seemed to like the bits I’ve been writing so I figure I might as well post the whole thing #lemme know if y’all got questions or wanna know more! #Please. I want to talk about this stuff-

[roastedchik]

No tienes idea de cuánto amo el slow burn

Aun que unos fanfics están medio obscenos-

Ni modo

Cabe aclarar que ninguno de estos fanfics son míos, solo hacía una observación

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 stuff #ao3 tags #slow burn #archive of our own #archive of my own #fanfic #fanfiction #read in ao3 #tumblr #snv buddha #snv x reader #snv #record of ragnarok #record of ragnorak #buddha x reader #buddha record of ragnarok #buddha snv

[belladonazeppole]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Record of Ragnarok (Manga), Record of Ragnarok (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Buddha/Confucius, Buddha & Confucius, Buddha & Jesus, Buddha & Socrates, Buddha & Confucius & Jesus & Socrates Characters: Buddha (Record of Ragnarok), Confucius (Record of Ragnarok), Jesús (Record of Ragnarok), Sócrates (Record of Ragnarok) Additional Tags: Female Confucius, Genderbending, Gender or Sex Swap, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Fluff, Established Relationship, Platonic Relationships, Carnaval, The Four Sages Summary:

Buddha decides to bring the rest of the sages to a human world carnival to chill and enjoy.

#record of ragnorak #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no walkure #snv #ror #snv buddha #snv confucius #snv jesus #snv socrates #the four sages #buddha x confucius #genderbend #female confucius #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 stuff

[theanimekid]

Heavenly Scent

Lu Bu x Warrior! fem reader

Synopsis: You have known Lu Bu since childhood, and you were always there thick and thin, and now your friendship is to be tested by the scent of the heavens itself.

Warnings⚠️🖤❤️: Smut ahead, biting, getting steamy in the hot spring.

A/n: we need more Lu bu Smut. So I did one.

No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting in the scent of spring flowers.

The smell.

It was the smell that made him so drawn to you. Of his childhood when it was just the two of you. Exploring the roots of your home and beyond. Until the day you were sold off to a wealthy family. He went looking for you on that day with a bouquet, wisteria, peach flower, blue marigold, and some cherry blossoms. Only to find himself in a devastating situation, you were being dragged to the ground into a cart by an older adult. Shackled in chains. His bouquet dropped to the hard ground. Shattered.

It was the smell that made him so drawn to you. Of his childhood when it was just the two of you. Exploring the roots of your home and beyond. Until the day you were sold off to a wealthy family. He went looking for you on that day with a bouquet, wisteria, peach flower, blue marigold, and some cherry blossoms. Only to find himself in a devastating situation, You was dragged to the ground into a cart by an older adult, wrapped in chains. His bouquet dropped to the hard ground.

He felt his heart race like a beating drum as he ran towards you, running, running, and running. But it was already too late as the horses ran out into the distance.

That day he swore an oath that he'd get strong and bring you back to him. Into his arms once more. But he will forever remember the smell.

But those were years ago, and he had gotten strong. If not the strongest of all men. He fought countless armies that no one couldn't even match his power. His army grew with every passing day.

But this day, he had finally met his match.

Another kingdom was about to meet its end, his soldiers were ready and waiting for their lord's command. With A swing of his halberd, he and his army began their campaign. 

Among his enemies was a woman. Who was brave enough to take Lu Bu head-on with her gauntlets armed and ready to smash whoever was in front of her. Their battle was fierce, neither side backing down before the enemy. Lu Bu couldn't control his excitement for finally. Finally, he has found a worthy opponent. Their weapons clashed while the world trembled around them. Only one will make it out alive.

After an incredible battle between who is stronger than the other, Lu Bu came victorious with his prize on his shoulders. Her. 

Months passed since he fought that woman and brought her to join his army. The first female he'd let join his army. It reminds him of someone else he knew a long time ago. As his army and Lu bu (who is not a big fan of parties) celebrated another raid, the woman stood out from the party. Her arms crossed along with bandages on her thighs, Hugging her flesh plump skin, and metallic thigh-high boots.

She felt exhausted, but she'd never shown it. She spun around and left the crowd to continue their celebration, not knowing that Th general's eyes followed her out of his army and into the forest. Later then, he started following you. She traveled deep into the forest grounds for quite some time, all the way to her secret hiding spot. Not much of a hiding spot but her place of peace and serenity. Wher only the cherry blossoms and wisteria trees grow, lanterns swing into the wind's soft embrace. She felt the memories wash over her as she continued her descent into the dort road. The memory of how she was sold off and forced to her only friend behind.

She stopped suddenly and turned her head, only to see nothing behind her. I could've sworn someone was following me not long ago, she thought as she turned her head again. Lu Bu hid behind a giant wisteria tree. He felt an ache in his chest. The tingle in his crotch. He wants to see, he needs to see, Just what lies behind that armor and steel, behind the mask she covers. He heard her footsteps walking away and took it as his cue to continue following her from a distance.

His mind snapped to reality as he watched the woman take off her armor. Each piece of metal revealed more of her tender skin, To the softness of her breasts that carry her chest. To the curves of her hips sway so delicately that she'll tease a man with them, especially a general. She finally reached the back of her mask and unbuckled the straps behind her, showing her soft and young face as her long hair fell behind her, touching the ground. Your lower stomach revealed your slight six-pack poking out in the skin. A body well built for a warrior like her.

 Primal desires were about to flood over him. He always thought about the type of woman you would become. But a warrior. With an intoxicating scent, with a body built on the battlefield. And with a beautiful face of that of all the Three Kingdoms. There's no distinction... he has to claim you before anyone else dares to think so.

He watched you rise and fall into the hot spring, your soft length fingers caressing your chest, your breathing while giving a sigh of relief as you stood above the water.

"I know you are watching, so can come out," you spoke softly, as you'd turned around with those innocent eyes sparkling like teardrops. Lu Bu steeped from behind the trees, his halberd in one hand and his other clenched at his side. Along with a smug smile on his face. And, eyes staring down at you like a quarry. And if you're his prey, that makes him a predator. 

he couldn't waste any more of this, he impaled the halberd into the dirt, the clothing came afterwards and marched his way to you. You were the first to make a move and slowly guiding your fingers across his giant chest while standing on your tippy toes to. Exploring every inch of flesh and tattoo on his giant form, The giant felt your fascination through your fingers, he felt a prideful smile on his face. HE grabbed our hands and picked you up from the helm of your ass, and gave it a nice squeeze.

You gasped as he shoved his lips to yours, a rough yet passionate kiss. He sat in the water, his lips still locked with yours as he felt something at your entrance. He unlocked the kiss to hear the beautiful sounds of your voice as he thrust into you repeatedly. Hitting your g-spot every time, you felt as though he'll split you into two. As he pounded into you, his fangs marked the valley of your breasts, his h iron grips at your hips to keep up with his pace

The hot spring shook as he still continued to drill into you without rest, the sound of your voice chanting his name over a thousand times. You felt your body completely come undone as you reached your climax, now seeing stars. A couple of thrusts and grunts later it was his turn to come undone. Both panting, as he fell on his back and you with it. The flying general smiled as you laid on his chest, exhausted, and still impaled on his manhood. You looked at your general who was smiling at you.

"Something amusing, general?", you asked regaining your composure.

" Thinking about I should've done this sooner after we fought". He added.

You scoffed, " Still a cocky asshole I came to be friends with".

"Yet you slept with this cocky asshole".

You rolled your eyes and laid on his chest. flustered, "Shut up".

He took his large hand and caressed your back as he looked to the sky, the stars shining above the two of you. He'll thank the heavens for reuniting with his no longer friend, but a lover and future wife.

A/n: Who shall I write next?

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[cafeinthemoon]

Ruins - Part VII

Chapter 7

Wordcount 3k

Title Part VII

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning(s): none

Tagging: @darling-imobsessed (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment here or send me a message)

N. A.: So this chapter ended up longer than I first expected, and I didn't even start narrating the part of the story I'm most excited about 😭 But we did have the introduction of new characters! About them, I need to say that they might be a bit OOC, but this happens simply because I like my interpretation of them more than what they are in canon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this version of them too 🤭

Though you’ve spent so much time running up and down that corridor to work on the festival’s preparations that you started to find it short, now that the day finally came, you had the impression that you would be walking between those walls forever, never reaching your final destiny nor having excuses to come back to the room – and not knowing which one would make you feel better.

Hermes, going on his calm journey by your side, was probably aware of your inner battle despite choosing not to speak about it until you were far enough on your way to the party.

– It’s scary, isn’t it? – his voice echoed despite his low tone.

You glanced at him, your hand trembling under his while your arms were entwined.

– Do I look that scared?

His response was to giggle.

– If I had to describe what I’m seeing now, your face is like that of a girl about to receive her life sentence instead of being led to a party that she helped to organize.

You smiled to hide the nervousness.

– This is the biggest party I attend in my whole life – you shrugged – I suppose this feeling is normal.

– Maybe – and, looking at you with genuine surprise, – But, you know, I could swear there were regular festivities in honor of Poseidon-sama and other sea deities in the region you came from.

– Well, there are festivities of this sort, but they’re never as crowded and elegant as the one we’ve been preparing here, Hermes-sama – you explained – The majority of our people are common folks living in communities that are far from each other, so that it would be impossible to organize great events too often. I’m not exaggerating when I say everything here is new to me – you sighed – I really like the place prepared for us here, but they’re so distant from my reality that I can’t help feeling lonely and small sometimes.

– And you fear the increase of these feelings once you enter the room?

You moved your head in a positive sign.

A couple more steps and you reached the end of that corridor, where it divided itself in two directions; you took the right and walked through a longer path, a corridor that connected the tower where you were accommodated and the one beside it, used to important, daily activities. It was a splendid path, decorated with delicate, flower shaped lamps on both sides of the ceiling and large windows which parapets reached an average individual’s waist, having white sculptures of humanoid, male and female figures in heroic, noble positions between each of them.

As you walked, the great doors that indicated the room’s entry, a pair of white, wooden rectangles with floral notches painted in gold, became more and more visible, and now you were sure that your heartbeats were audible even to Hermes.

When you took your arm off his, you held your hands together to disguise the trembling in them, but had no success in this. Hermes put his palm upon the door and was going to push it open, but stopped once he noticed your state.

– I’m going to return to the other girls to lead them to the elves once you enter the room – and frowning, – Will you be alright by yourself, y/n?

You took a deep breath and let your arms fall down on your sides before giving him the answer you had to give.

– Yes, I will. I have what I need to succeed – you smiled – And I'm glad for everything you’ve done until now, but... may I ask for your blessing one more time?

Hermes laughed.

– You can ask me anything in my reach, child. And this is something I’ll certainly give to you – the god started pushing the door, its smooth sound echoing in the quiet corridor alongside your voices – Ready?

Your heart jumped inside your chest. So, the time has come.

– How… – you stuttered – How do I look?

Your tutor observed you with sympathy.

– Beautiful... And, to use his words, with a beauty such as we rarely see even among the goddesses.

Your cheeks burned with the compliment, but you kept your composure and gave him a respectful nod.

– Thank you.

Hermes smiled.

– Okay. Now, go. He's waiting.

The door was then completely opened, and the smooth lights of the room filled both the corridor and your sight as you stepped inside it.

***

Though the room chosen to receive the guests was the largest of that tower, it looked small when you passed your eyes around to observe the results of your hard work alongside the dozens of dedicate girls, each of them giving the place a special touch from their home lands, personalities and tastes.

Based on the time Hermes took to lead the first groups of girls there, you calculated that the reception started about an hour ago, but most of the corners were already crowded by gods, goddesses, heroes and elves surrounded by beautiful human girls, eager to please, dressed in the prettiest clothes and entirely involved in cheerful conversations with the other groups. The lights you’ve helped to hang on the ceiling, attached by the thinnest chords, descended from above like the lights of fairies, oscillating to mimic their dance; their reflection on the floor, on the walls covered by cascades of tiny flowers and upon the happy faces of the people granted you the sensation of entering a dream.

You only took a few steps away from the door and were already feeling at will in the new environment, your anxiety little by little staying behind.

Well, guess my fears were unfounded.

Before you could notice, your feet were leading you to a contiguous room where more people were reunited in small groups around one of the large tables prepared for them. You observed the arrangements – those being a work of the elves, finished moments before the beginning of the festivity – and observed that, before each plate, there was an elegant card with a name written in golden, cursive letters.

You took a few steps around the table and recognized some of the names, seemingly gathered by pantheon. So, that was one of the tables prepared for the gods; which ones the elves prepared for the humans, then?

Your thoughts might have been guessed by one of them, for you heard a soft, female voice behind you asking if you needed help. You turned to its owner and found one of the prettiest elven women you’ve met in Valhalla; she had thick curls of red hair falling over each of her shoulders and a crown of yellow flowers covering her forehead.

– I do need some help, thank you – you spoke with your softest tone – I’d like to know where I’m supposed to seat.

The woman asked your name and you told her your first and second ones. If it was just an illusion produced by what remained from your anxiety or something else, you didn’t know, but you had this impression that her smile slightly faded when she heard your answer, but her composed manners were kept, so that you ignored it and followed her while she led you to a second table beside that one.

You two stopped behind a chair located in what would be the middle of the table if it had a rectangular shape, but that one was elliptical just like the others. The elf indicated the card with a polite gesture of her hand; you read your name, and your eyes followed an automatic path to the cards on both sides.

At your left, you saw Hades’ name. At your right, Zeus’.

You turned to the woman.

– Is this table also prepared for the gods?

She confirmed it with a cheerful smile.

– Yes. This side is entirely reserved to the Greek pantheon. The seats on the other side are for the Nordic pantheon.

You asked her what everyone in your place would ask in such situation.

– I don’t understand why my name is here, my Lady – and, trying to force a playful smile, – I mean, I believe it’s obvious that I’m human.

The elf woman didn’t show any signs of disturbance by this.

– Oh, yes, it’s pretty obvious. Still, your presence will be required here, among the Lord of the Heavens and the Lord of the Underworld.

After the few, yet meaningful encounters with one of the said Lords and the gift sent by him, you knew you’d feel stupid to ask what you had in mind, but you asked it anyway.

– But… for what reason?

– The Lord of the Underworld, Hades-sama, decided so.

Yes, you were surprised by this, but you wouldn’t stay without reaction, not after all you’ve seen and heard until that moment: Hermes stating that he was eager to see you; the hairpin he made for you with his own hands; your names together on the table... The god of Hellheim was sparing no efforts to create a bond with you, or to strengthen the one that already existed through your dreams.

But isn’t it getting serious too fast? Isn’t it getting out of control?

There was too much you wanted to put together before the next encounter could happen, so you thanked the woman for her kindness and excused yourself to catch some air at a balcony a few steps away from the tables. As you walked toward there, you noticed some looks from humans and gods around you, something you haven’t sensed when you arrived; soon you understood that they were probably observing your hairpin, or they might have heard your conversation with the elf. You didn’t look at them long enough to see if their looks were of fear, indignation or admiration, and you didn’t stay to find out.

The balcony’s entry was partially covered by a translucent, champagne shaded curtain that could be moved out of the way by the hand. You passed by it and sighed in relief when you saw you were the only one outside, with a pleasing, spring night breeze blowing around you, the scent of the gardens below reaching your nostrils and calming down your nerves.

You went to the parapet and leaned your arms upon it, only then realizing how tired you felt.

I don’t understand. I just arrived here and it’s like I’ve been around for hours. It’s like something is about to happen, but I’m not sure if it’s for good.

You barely had the time to finish this thought when something indeed happened, making you scream: a hand coming from behind held your hairpin and started examining it.

The hand was followed by the voice of an elderly man.

– Hm… This one is made of Hellheim’s materials, right, child? So beautiful!

When you turned to the speaker, you found a man whose appearance corresponded to his voice in all the possible details: a senior individual, shorter than you, with a simple, white clothing around his frail form and in barefoot, something that would set him off among the other presents, all in their best garments; he was bald, but the thickness of his white eyebrows, almost covering his eyes, and his beard of the same shade compensated this circumstance. You thought it was a comic figure.

You took a deep breath and put your hand upon your chest.

– You scared me, Sir!

The man didn’t seem offended by your reaction, neither he apologized for the interruption. Instead, he kept observing you with a hand under his chin.

– You’re so skittish, girl. Are you alright?

Everyone would be skittish after what you did, Sir.

– I’m a bit anxious, nothing more. But thank you for asking – you smiled, trying to show some sympathy – None of my friends arrived yet, and I’m not used to stay around so many strangers.

The old man looked behind him, to the balcony’s entry, covered again by the curtain. The silhouettes of the guests passed from one side to another, unintelligible murmurs of conversations escaping to the outside.

– I see – he mumbled, his hands behind his back – If I’m being honest with you, it’s been a long time since I’ve saw such a crowd here. Since I arrived, I’ve seen some people I haven’t met in ages. It's so nostalgic...

Ages?

An idea crossed your mind. Was it possible that this man...?

– You asked about my hairpin, Sir – you touched it in an unconscious gesture.

He suddenly remembered what made him start that conversation.

– Ah, yes, yes, your hairpin! – his eyes were hidden under his eyebrows, but a glimmer of cleverness appeared in the depths of them, followed by a cunning smile – Such a fine little thing, isn’t it? I was saying that it seems to be made of gems from the Underworld. It’s curious, don’t you think? Perhaps it was a gift from my big brother?

Big brother? Well, I didn’t realize he was a god right from the start, but...

But he was one of Hades’ three brothers. Which one, then?

The man did you the favor of answering the question you didn’t dare ask.

– Oh, no, how could I forget to present myself! – and with an exaggerated nod that was supposed to have a hint of flirtation (or so you thought) – I am Zeus, Lord of Heaven. You must be y/n s/n, I suppose.

You stared at that curious, eccentric man without containing a little “Oh!”. There you had the Ruler of Heavens and the Leader of the Olympian gods, the one who defeated his own father to grant the position where he was now – in a domain where only a few were allowed to go, according to the enigma you just solved. And he already knew who you were.

Well, your surprise was more than evident, that you were sure, but you didn’t just stand there with no reaction: you took a step back, bowed your head and spoke in your best tone.

– I apologize for speaking to you in such an informal manner, Zeus-sama – and, lowering your tone a bit, – I had no idea it was you, my Lord.

A raw, slow laugh was heard, followed by a cough and, finally, Zeus’ answer.

– Well, well, don’t worry about this, my dear – he moved a hand between himself and you, as to push the subject aside – Now, the hairpin! My elder brother, Hades, must have sent it to you as a gift, just like the other gods sent things to their disciples. However, he didn’t spoke to us about you as such.

Really? What did he mean?

– To us? – you tried to emulate innocence despite the heat coming up to your cheeks – Who are you referring to, my Lord?

– Us, his family, of course! – and narrowing his eyes to you, – Judging by what I see, he made this ornament with his own hands. I suppose he sent it to you through my son, Hermes, but he would’ve ignored the protocol and give it to you personally if he could. You know, child, he has been committed to all of this in a way I haven’t seen in a long time. At the beginning I just couldn’t understand it, but now that I’m seeing you, I do.

He finished that sentence with a second, playful laugh, and you didn’t know what to say in response.

You were saved from having to do something in this sense by the sound of heavy, steady steps that approached the balcony. You both looked toward the entry and found a tall, broad figure passing by it with a bit of impatience: the curtain that separated both spaces was positioned too low for him to pass without having it wrapped on his head, where he seemed to wear a sort of crown. He mumbled something to himself, still not acknowledging your presence or Zeus’.

Before you could think of something, your feet moved toward him and your hands stretched to the curtain.

Your words also came out before you could modulate them.

– My apologies for this inconvenience, Sir – you started adjusting the fabric while the man moved away from it – The girls who hanged this curtain couldn’t do it higher. I can ask someone to fix this…

The man’s response was immediate.

– That’s not necessary, now that I managed to pass through it – and, looking around as to understand the situation, – So, little brother, he hasn’t arrived yet?

– No – Zeus responded.

Only then you had the time to observe the newcomer.

He was a tall, humanoid individual with dark, greenish skin with blck marks on his arms and thick strands of red hair around his head, where he indeed wore a hairpin that shared an immense resemblance with a spider; around his neck, he had what you thought to be a pair of horns, but it wasn’t possible to tell if it was a garment or part of himself.

He didn’t look at Zeus while this latter replied to him; instead, he had his eyes glued on you, measuring what he had before him. It was when you thought of how strange your reaction to his arrival was: why would you offer yourself so quickly to solve a minor inconvenience to a stranger? What kind of force he might have used to influence you?

The gaze of the tiny human girl in front of him, whether from curiosity, fear or awe, seemed to annoy him a bit, judging by the assertive tone he used when he spoke to you for the first time:

– Anyway, I suppose you are the chosen girl. What’s your name? – and, glancing at Zeus after getting your answer, – I hope my little brother has received you decently since he was the first one to reach you.

You glanced at the elder god, with an unsuspecting smile on his wrinkled face, and gave the politest answer you could think of.

– Yes, of course. He was very gentle.

The god with green skin looked at Zeus in a way that showed all his lack of trust in his little brother, as he referred to him, and turned back to you.

– I see. Well, I suppose you weren’t informed yet, so let me present myself. I am Adamas, Hades’ younger brother and god of Conquest.

Part VIII

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[greatdinosaurandrade]

O treiler de minha Saga. Espero que gostem!

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Boa leitura!

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[vividc4ndy]

Since I'm starting to post more frequently, I feel like I should introduce myself.

Hello, my name is Candy. I use He/Him, and I'm into way too many different medias.

Some of the main ones right now are SnV, Kaiju No.8, Noragami, Fairy Tail, things like that.

When it comes to writing things, even if I don't know the character, I'll TRY and do research for it! Though a lot of the time my stuff is probably ooc... (Also I have like over 200 oc's, so maybe I'll post some of that.) I do mostly write male and gender neutral reader, but I will write female if asked.

I thank you guys who have read my stuff so far, and I hope to write for you more. :)

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[thekingwhereitallends]

If you were to create a dream husbando what would he look like and what would his personality be like

Dream Husbando...

I think there's no need for me to create one.

Hades from Record of Ragnarok is the whole package.

But if you insist so badly then here we go...

White Hair which symbolizes puity of my man. White Hair simply just slaps hard. Hairstyle kinda the same as RoR's Hades.

Heterochromia. Left Eye is Icy Blue and Right Eye is Jade. Reasoning for that?It gives him a sense of duality and show he's not perfect.

Skin Color being fair,maybe a little pale.

6'5 tall,not a tank but also not lean. His body shredded.

Edgy fashion sense,Mostly Black clothes with tints of Dark Purple. Trenchcoat is a must.

Personality wise?

Genius,Wise,Cold but Sympathetic,Aloof but also Compassionate and Romantic if needed,Idealistic, Believes in virtues and has his moral codes,a literal Equalist,Humble but Prideful,Reserved, Sarcastic and Determined.

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[blossom-works]

Ow Ow

A cute lil story of Hades’ princess and how he began to love you more than he ever thought he could.

Part of my Hades series

The only thing that can hurt a God is a divine weapon. Normal, human weapons are mere toys. While this is true, Gods are not that invincible as they or others think they are. Gods can die if a fatal blow from a divine weapon lands on them. When a God does die, their bodies are turned into particles. Meant to dance in the realm of Niflhel for eternity. A realm where reincarnation or a re-birth is impossible. 

When you became the queen of Helheim, you gained an ability to regenerate yourself. Before, you could heal minor injuries but let us say, if you got your arm ripped off - Tough luck. Now though, you can heal a lost arm given some time. Not in the “growing a new limb like a lizard” heal, but the “regenerate the lost tissue like closing a wound” heal.

Neither you or Hades knew this would happen, but it did. So, why in the name of the Heavens does childbirth hurt so damn much! Even with the painkiller the nurses have injected you with have eased the pain!

“Three more centimeters to go, your majesty.”

You throw your head back in annoyance and frustration. Your left hand is being cradled by your doting husband who is sort of getting on your nerves too. A nurse to your right is patting your forehead with a cold, damp cloth. 

When you and Hades broke the news of a baby, it became bigger news than when Hades, the King of the Netherworld, was getting married. Sure, pregnancies and childbirth are common in the world of the Gods, but not when a major God is expecting. The last time something like that happened were with your nephews, and it has been centuries since then. For a week straight, all the Gods and Goddesses threw a party to celebrate the heir of the Netherworld. 

Some, like you, thought that your husband would became protective of you since his child is in your womb, but to your surprise, Hades was pretty okay. He did check up on you more often that he normally did, but he did not breath on you the entire time. Hades did though, get more affectionate. At least twice a day he would kiss your growing abdomen and when he could, cradle your bump. 

Your baby was not planned. Sure, you and Hades would talk about it, but never had the intentions of trying. Your lives were just too busy to have a child or two. Hades oversees all that happens in Helheim, while most importantly, keeping an eye on Tartarus. You share the same responsibility while upholding your duty as the Goddess of Life and Death. A baby was just not part of your agendas. Of course, fate has a funny way of working even for a divine being. 

“And you can’t up my dosage?” You beg. 

“I’m afraid not m’lady. Even though this baby is a divine being, we cannot risk their health by giving you more medicine.”

The nurse bow to you and your husband before exiting the room. When you told Hades about your frequent cramps (which were actually contractions), he sent for the best doctor and nurses in Helheim. The doctor suggested on breaking your water, but if you have learned anything about modern, human medicine, having your water be popped manually is a no go. Apparently, it makes actual labor harder and the contractions stronger since the body is not ready to deliver the baby. When you pondered over that, it was an automatic “no” that you are starting to regret. 

Your husband whispers encouraging words in your ear. He also does what the maids did and wipes the sweat before it can trickle down your face. As always, Hades is keeping his usual, calm composure. He is not named the “God Whom Other Gods Rely on the Most” for no reason. Hades did take off his eye patch though, so you are pretty sure some part of him is a little weary.

While Hades is a busybody, he halted all his kingly duties. He said, “I will not miss the birth of my own child. I vowed to stay by your side, beloved. My duties as king as trivial compared to our child you are about to bear.”

As another wave of contractions hits you, your body tenses up. The hand hold Hades’ squeezes his hand, almost like you are squeezing its life force away. Hades swiftly switches his hands so he can hold you behind your shoulders.

To you, it feels like days before the doctor instructs you to start pushing. While it hurts like hell, having a watermelon come out of your most sacred area, you are thankful you did not allow the practitioners to pop your water. In four pushes, the baby - the proof of yours and Hades’s shared love, has arrived.

Its cries fill the room while Hades is astonished at the blood and fluid covered child. He never left your side even when the nurses and doctors were coaxing him to wait out the room. To you, it feels like your husband helped you deliver your child more than the medical professionals. Relief washes over you when you push out the placenta and whatever it is that needs to leave your body. The nurses are carefully inspecting your child before wrapping it up and handing it to you

“Congratulations, your majesties. You have a girl - a princess.”

Still drenched in sweat and tears, you hold your child, your daughter, close to your chest. Your legs are still propped up as the doctor inspects your nether region. The nurses had cleaned the princess off so she is no longer covered in bodily fluids. For some reason, she somehow does not smell all that terrible.

The doctor informs you that your body should start healing itself shortly. Then, he and the nurses gathered their things and left the palace.

Your daughter still cries but her cries are not as loud as when she came out. With your index finger you gently caress her cheek. You start to memorize her soft facial features, wandering how they will change as she grows up. Feeling your touch, the babies calms down. Her cries have turned into whimpers. You caress her white head of hair. You wander how it is so soft already. Her lashes are thick and long, it practically makes you jealous. But how can you be? This child - your child - your daughter - is perfect after all.

Seeing a bigger hand hold the baby’s head from behind bring you back from your moments bliss. Remembering that you are not alone, you look at your husband. He, just like you, has fallen in love at first sight. His little princess is here. Helheim’a crown princes has arrived. Snuggling up to him for a brief moment, you hand your child to her father. You make sure Hades knows how to hold her and which way is most comfort table to him.

Your body has begun to heal itself, but you cannot bring yourself to care right now. I’m your husband’s arms is your shared child. Her whimpers have stopped and she now coos here and there. Subconsciously, Hades starts to rock her. His purple eyes scan her entire being. It seems that with every glance, Hades falls more and more in love with her. Not caring about how she just came out of you, Hades brings his baby up to his face, and plants a feather like kiss on her head.

Who knew having a child with the one you love most can be this serene and euphoric?

Carefully, Hades releases on arm from under his daughter and brings you close. Your first family hug. Family. You and Hades and your baby, are a family. Kissing you on the lips, he thanks you for your blessing. Fate is on your side today because as soon as you and Hades pull away, your daughter opens her eyes - Purple. Just like her father. You are sure Hades could not love his child more than he does right now.

You both question what her personality will look like the more she develops. Would she be social like you or reserved like her father? Would she prefer reading over physical activities? These are the questions you two talk about. You child falls asleep in Hades’ arms. By now, you are fully healed. Hades gives his daughter one more kiss before putting her in her bassinet.

Hades scoops you in his arms and lays on the bed, placing you on top of him. Unlike with your baby, his hold on you is firm. He presses multiple kisses on your lips and face. When you look at him, his eyes are a tad bit brighter and wider.

“Sleep. I know you are healed but I’m sure it took a lot of you - to birth our daughter and to heal yourself.”

Just like how he did the baby, Hades rocks you to sleep. He watches as you follow your daughter’s footsteps. Just before you get lost in dream land though, he tells you, “I did not think I could love you more than I already do. But when you gave birth to our child, my love for you has bloomed a million times over.”

When you woke up the next morning, you find your husband holding the awake princess. Playing with her with a white owl in hand. In two years, it will become known as “Ow Ow”.

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