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swallowtail-lotus · 2 months

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🔱Secret Lullaby {Poseidon x Goddess!Reader}🔱

Repost of my original post from my old blog.

God, just looking at him makes me want to kiss him 😍

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You sat in the middle of your greenhouse, patting a small bunny that hopped in your lap. You watched the past few rounds of ragnarok with sad eyes, feeling dread inside.

Being the God/Goddess of peace wasn't easy.

You love humans and everything on Earth, as it is your home. Before you went to Valhalla, you used to live in a forest where no human dared to set foot in unless If they wanted a death wish.

Of course, you never brought harm to humans but you eventually left after Zeus found you and offered you to live with the gods.

Being the secretive being you are, you agreed but only if no deity disturbs you when you wanted to be left alone and to never let them know of your secret place.

So far, no God or Goddess has ever found your greenhouse. Even if they bothered to try, they couldn't find it. This was due to one of your masking spells, which was more effective to deities compared to the humans.

Thinking back on how the gods have tried to get answers out of you, but failed due to your ability to slip away fast enough. Those thoughts escalated to your past, where you were once filled with joy.

With your mother, who had lost her life to another God.

"I miss you, mother. So very much."

You thought, wiping away tears that slowly trickled down your face. You looked down at the bunny, who looked up and sat up. It leaned against your chest, trying to lean its face towards yours. You lifted the small bunny up and felt its face nuzzle yours, an attempt to cheer you up.

"Ah, thank you. I feel better now."

You cooed softly, patting its head with a sad smile. You felt something nudge your leg, something hard. You leaned forward to see a small harp near your right foot and a grey bunny pushing it towards your foot.

You held your hand over the harp, watching it levitate towards your hand. The grey bunny hopped on your right leg, nuzzling your waist while the white bunny copied the grey bunny.

"Such cuties."

You mumbled softly, watching them get comfortable on your lap and stopped to lay down. Your fingers hovered over the strings of your harp, slightly shaking from the sadness building up.

"Hope you're hearing this, mother..."

You muttered under your breath, strumming your harp slowly. Closing your eyes, you let yourself drown in the melodic music from your strumming. You opened your lips to sing quietly.

Soon, the animals in your greenhouse started to gather around, watching and listening to your voice. Then, the plants started swaying slowly to the music. At the end of the lullaby, a voice brought you out of your thoughts.

"What are you doing?"

Your eyes shot open at the sudden voice, growing wider when you saw who it was.

It was none other than Poseidon, the Sea God himself.

You stared at the God before you, internally panicking, mainly about how he knew of your greenhouse. You placed the harp down nervously, fiddling with your fingers.

"I-I was just playing a lullaby. Umm, how did you find my greenhouse?"

You squeaked out, feeling yourself shrink smaller when the God took a few steps forward, not too close to you.

"... It wasn't hard to follow you. I've known for a long time."

He answered, his emotionless face along with his voice sending chills down your spine. You knew very well he never speaks much to any being, even to his brothers. So him speaking to you now of all times baffled you. Truth be told, he has spoke to you more times than anyone else. But hearing him ask about your main hobby was strange.

The reason behind that was most likely because you were a Ruler, the Ruler of Nature.

"So you have. Never expected less from you, of course."

You spoke, gripping your clothes so tightly. Poseidon raised his eyebrows slightly, his shoulders dropping.

"....."

He kept silent, staring down at you with his dull eyes. Your head was down, but you knew he was staring. The sound of his boots clicking away got your attention. You held the bunnies close to you, standing up from your seat.

"See you, Lord Poseidon."

You whispered. Poseidon stopped at the entrance of your greenhouse, giving you the side eye glance.

".... Goodbye."

Those was the last words he let out before leaving. You stood in silence, a confused look on your face.

"What just happened?"

#record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok poseidon x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #poseidon x reader

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bebe-writes-stuff · 3 months

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Tokyo Revengers x Reader (I might just turn this idea into a reverse harem lolol)

Your legs moved on their own just as you spotted the glint of the switchblade Kazutora aimed at Baji's unsuspecting back. Without a second thought, you jumped between them, feeling the dagger penetrate your stomach. Time seemed to stop. Kazutora took a step back, petrified. "Y-Y/n," his voice quivered, while you sensed the metallic taste slowly dripping from your lips.

A smile overtook your blood-stained lips. "Tora... come back to Toman, please. Your place is with us." Those were your last words before Takemichi tumbled with Kazutora after tackling him with full force.

Baji's voice echoed, "Y/N!" as you sensed his firm grip embracing you.

As if an entire war had come to an end, both Toman and Valhalla stood still. Your chest heaved, and each breath was a struggle. Who knew if your next breath would come back out.

Baji's shout made Mikey glance down from his position atop the car wreck. His heart stopped at the sight of the knife sticking out of your abdomen, the blood staining your shirt, even staining Baji's hands as he tried to wrap your wound. But it was no use. The sight of your precious blood made him want to rage. He wanted to kill Kazutora.

Stepping down, making his way methodically, each step filled with malice and bloodlust, Mikey had fallen into his darkness. No one could bring him back to his rational mind now.

"Mikey..." You heard Baji whisper as he watched Mikey walk past them, his eyes never once leaving Kazutora's position on the floor where Takemichi had run into him. Turning to see where Mikey was heading, you were horrified when you saw him executing a forceful and vigorous kick, sending Kazutora flying back.

"No, Mikey... stop," you whispered to yourself as you struggled to get out of Baji's hold.

"Wait, don't move! You're hurt badly!" Despite his stern voice, Baji was shaking.

"Get off me! I have to stop him!" You finally said before pushing Baji, placing both hands on the handle of the switchblade before pulling it out.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" You've never heard Baji yell like this, ever.

You took off; you felt your muscles tighten, more blood gushing out with every step, ignoring the sharp stinging pain extending to your entire body.

"MIKEY!" You shouted, but there was no response. You were the only brave one to approach Mikey in this state — a state of blind rage. Would Mikey even recognize you? Suddenly,

PUNCH.

Your intention was to snap him out of his dark impulses as your fist met his face full force, knocking him a few steps back.

"I told you to stop..." It was the same tone you used with enemy gangs. Cold and dark.

Everyone collectively had the same thought — you were done for. But no one knew the secret you had hidden away from the rest of the world. You and Mikey shared the same curse since you were kids. Being the closest to Mikey, you both had the same haunting impulses. Turning to face you, his eyes were lost in darkness, while yours were lost in light.

"We're not gonna end like this. We're not gonna kill each other." The same harsh tone. Mikey stared at you, then at Kazutora. You rocked before crashing to the floor; you could no longer hold yourself up straight. You felt cold and distant.

"Y/n!" No longer interested in Kazutora, Mikey rushed to your side, helping you sit up. Your eyes seemed to lose their light.

"Y/n..." Tears threatened to pour out of his eyes; he couldn't handle losing anyone anymore, especially not you, not now, not ever.

Everyone heard the police sirens dangerously closing in; frantically, people started running.

"Go..." You muttered. He looked at you shocked.

"Are you crazy? There's no way I'm leaving you here!" He shouted as you felt him start to carry you before you shoved him.

"GO, DAMMIT! WE DON'T HAVE TIME! I'LL BE FINE."

You glanced at Draken and nodded, a shared agreement between the two of you, you could always depend on him for these moments. Draken didn't waste any time, picking up Mikey and running with the rest of the Tokyo Manji Gang.

"KENNY, STOP! NO! Y/N!" Mikey screamed, reaching out for you.

"The ambulance will take her to the hospital; we have to go!" Draken said, tightening his grip immensely on Mikey as he ran as fast as his legs could possibly take him. From the outside, Draken might have seemed heartless in this moment, leaving you for dead. But no one saw the tears streaming down his face non-stop.

The car wreck fell silent; you were lying on the floor. A few steps away from you was Kazutora, crawling to his unconscious body from Mikey's kick. With whatever strength you had left, you tried waking him up.

"Kazutora, wake up. You have to go; the police are coming. C'mon, wake up."

No use. Mikey knocked his lights out. If the police came, Kazutora would get arrested again. No, you couldn't let that happen. Sometimes you even shocked yourself with your inhuman strength, despite the uncontrollable amount of blood you lost. You got up and managed to pick up Kazutora. You scanned the car wreck; where could you hide him until he woke up and the police were gone? You could only think of one place—the cars themselves. You struggled to open the busted-up car door, but when you did, you gently put him down in the backseat. You pulled out your phone and typed away, a message for Kazutora when he wakes up,

Change Kazutora, we are all here by your side, you're not alone

-Toman

You left your phone beside him,

I doubt I have any use for that now. I'm sorry Mikey, but I think I lied.

You returned to your original spot, falling with a hard thud on the ground. Everything felt like it was slowing down for you, each one of your breaths, your heart beat, the world. Everything slowly faded as your eyes slowly shut, your last sight the cops running towards your freezing body.

The hospital echoed with frantic urgency of medical professionals, with doctors and nurses moving quickly. Doctors were around the stretcher, your body laid on as doctors exchanged hasty words and gestures in an attempt to help you. You stirred, your eyelids fluttering as consciousness reluctantly began to claw its way back. The harsh lighting above blurs your vision. Confusion clouded your gaze, and the sensation of being on a moving surface only added to your disorientation, like you were on a moving ride. You couldn't fathom the severity of your injuries. Unaware of the thin line between life and death that you teetered upon, as doctors did their best in an attempt to save your fragile existence.

As you tried to make sense of the chaos around you, a wave of exhaustion swept over, pulling you back into unconsciousness. Your eyelids grow heavy, and the sounds of the hospital faded into a distant murmur. The struggle for awareness was lost, and once again, you succumbed to the darkness, leaving the frantic efforts of the medical team echoing in the background.

As you regained consciousness, for the second time, the sterile hospital environment had given way to a disconcerting darkness. Instead of the beeping machines and frantic medical staff, you found yourself being carried through a dimly lit alley. Confusion gripped you as you tried to make sense of your surroundings, but the lingering effects of your injuries overwhelmed you, and once again, you slipped into unconsciousness.

When you awoke for the third time, you found yourself on a bed, disoriented and groggy. A man sat in front of you, his features obscured by shadows. Before either of you could utter a word, he pulled out a newspaper article, read in big bold letters,

High-school girl succumbs to fatal injuries in the aftermath of a gang altercation...and later dies in the hospital she was transferred to.

Shocked and bewildered, you struggled to comprehend the situation.

"W-what?" you managed to stammer, your voice weak.

The man sighed, revealing a mix of anguish and resentment in his eyes. "I had to find someone who looked like you, stage her death, and put her in your place. You're essentially nothing but a ghost now," he explained, his words sending a shiver down your spine, shock and bewilderment seized you, a chilling realization sinking in.

-- You guys want this to be a series? let me know --

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 9 months

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Juvia Reader x RoR

Since these are for the same character and similar in nature, I’m going to combine these two J

-You were just a normal human, but your abilities were anything but- being a powerful water magic user, the point where your emotions could affect the weather at times.

-There were many, other humans mainly, who knew you as the Rain Maiden, as it always seemed to be raining when you were around due to your gloomy nature.

-You could also use water magic to protect yourself, turning yourself into water to avoid damage, putting up a dome of water to block attacks or blows, or send your water in powerful blades to lay waste to those who would be foolish enough to attack you.

-There were many in Valhalla who thought you were stunningly beautiful, but your reluctance to interact with others, due to your rough childhood where you had been teased for constantly making it rain, made it difficult for you to interact.

-Many who discovered your power, and your strength grew curious and many challenged you to fights, despite you looking like a delicate maiden, holding an umbrella to shield yourself from your rain.

-You proved yourself to many, easily defeating many without batting an eye or even moving into a combat position and when those you beat were sore losers, you just turned and walked away, whispering to yourself, ‘drip-drip-drop’, mimicking the rain around you.

-Brunnhilde approached you, holding her own umbrella over her head and she spoke kindly to you, asking you to fight in Ragnarok, to defend humanity. You questioned her, “Why should Y/N fight for humanity when humanity has treated Y/N so cruelly?”

-She knew about your odd-ball quirks, such as speaking in third person and making teru-teru bozu dolls with hopes that your rain would finally stop but she knew you were strong, “Because there’s not many that I trust with such an important task, and you’re one of them.”

-You stunned her with a small, gentle smile, feeling happiness at her kind words, before you agreed to fight for humanity, hoping that you would finally be able to stop your rain.

-Brunnhilde knew what she was doing, pairing you against Poseidon, God of the Sea himself, a water god against a water magician, and while many mocked the decision, including Poseidon himself as you had left your umbrella backstage, and the sunny blue sky quickly turned black, thick with rain clouds, threatening to let loose.

-Many believed that Poseidon would easily beat you, but everyone was soon stunned as he couldn’t lay a finger on you, not one strand of your hair was damaged during your fight as you were able to block and counter all of his attacks.

-When Poseidon finally got serious after you managed to severely wound him, including taking off one of his arms, he managed to break through your shield and sliced you clean in half. The cheering gods were quickly shouting in outrage as he turned, watching your body reforming as if it was made out of water itself.

-You lifted your hand and shot out another water blade from it, instantly decapitating him. The humans all cheered, chanting out your name, which surprised you, your eyes a bit wide.

-For once, despite the overhanging clouds, the rain never fell, and were soon gone as soon as you left the arena.

-You didn’t hang around, not wanting it to rain on the crowd or the arena and disrupt anything, returning to your home in Valhalla instead, and waited for this tournament to be over with, one way or another.

-Two days later you realized that humans had prevailed and won their salvation and while you were happy that humanity won and that all those who had been lost were granted their lives back, there was still a gloominess hanging over you, one that brought more rain to your little corner of Valhalla.

-You were walking around one of the many beautiful flower gardens in Valhalla, the rain a gentle drizzle around you, your umbrella shielding you before you heard approaching footsteps, and you turned, seeing a man, one of the fighters approaching you.

-Jack- Immediately tipped his hat to you as he stopped in front of you, “Is it you that is causing all this lovely rain?” you were surprised at his words, your normally dull eyes becoming bright, “Lovely?” he offered a small smile and a nod, “Yes, without the rain we wouldn’t have such beautiful flowers.” He noticed your elation, seeing the smile on your lips, as you had always been teased about always making it rain, and he seemed to like it. Jack took one of your hands and pecked the back of it gently, introducing himself and he noticed the rain slowly leaving. Jack was stunned to see pink in your soul, showing pure, innocent love, something he had never dealt with before and he was surprised it happened so quickly, before he realized that you probably had a rough childhood as well. The sun slowly came out as he asked if you would go on a walk with him, and your eyes seemed to sparkle, seeing the rainbow above the garden, something that made Jack smile softly as well as you agreed and he offered you his arm, like a gentleman and you took it, holding onto it gently. He felt so complete with you by his side and you felt so happy to be beside him, neither one of you wanted to let the other go.

-Odin- Seeing one of the strongest gods in Valhalla normally would be intimidated by Odin approaching them directly, and he was honestly surprised that you didn’t look bothered in the slightest. He looked like he was glaring down at you, but you believed that was just his face, “Human- you’re the one who defeated Poseidon are you not?” you nodded and greeted him politely, “Correct, Y/N is the one who beat the sea god.” You were definitely a little bit odd, as Munin, one of his crows, scolded you for talking like a child in third person, but you weren’t bothered, “This is how Y/N has always talked, even when alive. Y/N will not change for anyone.” Your polite but odd mannerisms intrigued Odin, pairing alongside your immense power as well as your effect over the weather made him curious. He reached a hand out for you take, “Will you come with me? I wish to know more about you.” He was not prepared to see your face immediately flush red, your umbrella dropping as your hands came to your mouth, hearing his proposal (to you at least) which caused a minor misunderstanding. Odin found himself growing more and more curious with you.

-Buddha- He grinned, removing his lollipop from his mouth, “Yo pretty lady! You’re the one they call the rain maiden right?” You turned to face him, as you recognized him as a god, your cheeks turning just a bit pink, as he was very attractive, “That is what they call Y/N, but Y/N’s name is Y/N.” one of his eyebrows lifted, hearing your odd way of speaking, but said nothing about it, his grin growing lightly, “I saw your fight- you’re pretty strong, aren’t you? And you’re making so much fun with all your rain.” You were confused, your head tilting to the side, “Y/N is making fun?” Buddha smiled down at you, seeing that you were a bit oblivious as he held out a hand to you and when you took it, he dragged out after him, pulling you a bit strongly, but not hurting you. He took you to a bridge in the park overlooking a large stone area meant for festivals, and showed you children and adults playing, jumping in the puddles. Your eyes became bright and full of life, as nobody had ever shown you the upside to your rain and Buddha grinned, leaning down on the bridge, leaning his cheek on his hand, seeing the rain clearing up and a rainbow appearing, something you noticed, lowering your umbrella to look up at it in awe. Buddha stood up straight and came to your side, “Rain is a good thing, but it’s what comes after that makes everyone happy.” You looked up at him, seeing him grin down at you before he took your hand, “C’mon, let’s go get come ice cream- my treat!” he had never met someone like you before, one who seemed to pull him in, almost like he was drowning, but he wanted to drown, he wanted to know all there is to know about you, and seeing you happy, made him happy.

-Nikola- You were thrown off by this handsome man who dropped his own umbrella, looking like a happy dog as he ran over to you, cupping his hands around your free hand, “I’m so happy I found you!!” you blinked in confusion, your eyes dull before they quickly became bright as a flush took over your face, “You are happy you found Y/N?” he nodded, not at all thrown off, introducing himself as Nikola before he began to rapid fire questions at you, as he had seen your fight and wanted to know what type of technology you used to control the water, not believing in magic. That is, until you showed him your spell circles, summoning your magic and even transforming yourself into a water maiden, all while he was writing down notes, there was no possible way that this was a technology being used. You were thrown off by his enthusiasm and his questions as he wanted to know more and more before he took your hand, pulling it to his chest, “Will you come with me?” it was only then, when he saw your bright red face, that he realized how strongly he approached you, a maiden and he leapt back like a spooked cat, his own face turning red as he tried to stammer out an apology. You approached, looking elegant as he became almost frightened, worried that he had offended you as you spoke up to him, “Y/N does not mind going with you. Nikola-sama did ask Y/N on a date after all.” Steam rushed from his head as you took his hand, leading him out of the area as you had rendered him not only thoughtless but speechless as well. You liked this bold man and he wanted to know everything about you. Everything.

-Hades- Seeing the king of the underworld coming towards you didn’t bother you, let alone scare you, as you weren’t worried that he was going to take revenge, as Poseidon was alive again. He held his umbrella over his head and gave you a grin, “I knew that I would find you if I followed the rain, Y/N.” you turned, bowing your head lightly in reverence, “Is there something that you needed from Y/N, Hades-sama?” Hades wasn’t bothered by your speech, giving you a nod and he surprised you by leaning forward and taking your free hand in his and lifted it to his lips, pecking the back of it, “I came to see you- to thank you. You’ve humbled not only Poseidon, but Zeus as well. Your fight shocked everyone by being the first human to defeat a god, and while he is alive again, I’ve noticed a change in them both, they’re not as arrogant. And I have the lovely Y/N to thank for that.” Your cheeks almost instantly turned red, being referred to as lovely as you stammered bashfully, turning from him, holding your cheek which made him grin, seeing what a pure maiden you were. There was something about you that made him want more, he wanted to be by his side, especially if you could put his younger brothers in their place with ease.

-Thor- He was silent, letting the rain fall down on his head, his hammer nowhere in sight, as he had left it, as he would need it anytime soon. You approached, lifting your umbrella to shield at least a bit of the rain, “Why don’t you have an umbrella? You will get sick and Y/N will feel bad.” He didn’t answer you, as he wasn’t the most talkative person and you squeaked, your gloomy but stoic façade falling as he easily swept you up into his arms, holding you in the crook of his left arm before you lifted your umbrella to cover the both of you, “Why did you pick up Y/N?” Thor was silent as he began to walk through the garden with you, slowly, as he had noticed you had been looking at the flowers, letting you enjoy them still, just in his arms. The rain slowly stopped as you felt warm, and your eyes widened as the sun came out, showing the bright blue sky, a beautiful rainbow streaking across the sky. Thor watched your face, as if you had never seen the sky or the sun before, it made him curious about you before he finally spoke, getting your attention back on him, “Would you like to get a drink with me?” hearing his question, asking for a date, made your cheeks turn red, amusing him to see one so strong being so shy as you agreed, trying to hide that you were happy. Thor couldn’t wait to learn more about you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror jack the ripper #ror odin #ror buddha #ror nikola tesla #ror hades #ror thor

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an-idyllic-novelist · 1 year

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Hello! Saw your request was opened! Can I please request Record of Ragnarok Hades with Kanae Kocho!fem!reader headcanons? Thank you!

warning: spoilers from the manga, ooc.

Here it is! Sorry it took me so long to respond! Enjoy! :)

Let it be known that Persephone is and always will be Hades’ first love.

Eons ago, he adored the tiny goddess of spring, and she returned those feelings wholeheartedly. But not even this witty, charming woman was willingly to change her entire life for him. How could she? She told him. How could I do such a thing when Mother still needs me?

Demeter wanted to always be in control. Not just over the seasons in Midgard and Valhalla, but her daughter’s life as well. Persephone was too precious to the harvest goddess, and she would be damned to give her child’s hand in marriage to someone like himself.

A monster.

That is the truth behind the myth surrounding Hades and Persephone: a passionate, yet brief romance. When it was over, he had come to accept his fate; forever alone, watching over the underworld with an iron fist.

Just as a king would do.

His interest in women faded with time, preferring to exert his energy into making sure his domain would thrive and there wasn’t a single cog out of place in the palace. Everyone and everything has a role to play, and by doing so accordingly, things will fall into place. Never love.

When the Bifrost fell, demons began pouring through the fractured gates and into Valhalla, causing chaos everywhere. This catastrophic event gave rise to a fallen organization that had once combated them in Midgard many years ago, eradicating its progenitor and allowing the humans to finally live in peace. The Demon Slayer Corps.

With its resurrection came a proposal that Hades knew Kaguya Ubuyashiki would not refuse. His family had been overseeing the organization for over a thousand years, no one knew its works as intimately as he and his predecessors. There is no one else who fit for the job as the head of the Demon Slayer Corps….but Ubuyashiki would sooner disband the Hashiras than assemble them to work for someone who operated from behind the shadows.

The Hashiras, the kakushi, the medics….they were all his children. No one would control them like puppets. Hades’ respect for mortals was raised ever so slightly in that very moment with Kaguya Ubuyashiki in the wisteria gardens of his estate.

Once negotiations were established, the Demon Slayer Corps laid its foundation in Valhalla. To show a sign of goodwill towards their new ‘business partner’, the Ubuyashiki household elected a former Hashira to be the middle-man. Someone who will send information between both parties and coordinate meetings if needed.

That person is [First Name] Kocho, known by her companions as the Flower Hashira. Although she had been offered a place in the ranks, she sweetly declined and opted to help from the shadows than the front lines. She wanted to live a peaceful afterlife with her sisters, if that is possible.

In the beginning, Hades did not think much of the Flower Hashira beyond her excellent work ethic. She was professional, polite, and empathetic. This behavior was not extended towards him only, as he had initially expected due to being the lord of the underworld.

She respected his subordinates, greeting them with a beaming smile and wishing them to have a pleasant day or helping someone with their workload. She followed the orders given to her, though if she had any concerns, she did not hesitate to say something once she had given permission to speak instead of raising her voice in a meeting.

To his embarrassment, he fell for the Flower Hashira hard and quickly. Though…could someone blame him?

The question now is…how could even approach this lovely mortal woman when she is fiercely protected by her younger sisters and an army of highly-trained demon exterminators? More importantly, how to not let his damned brother Zeus find out about it. It’d be one thing if it was Poseidon because the tyrant of the oceans knew how to keep his mouth shut, but Valhalla’s supreme god? Not bloody likely, that damned gossipmonger.

#an idyllic novelist #record of ragnarok fluff #record of ragnorak #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv hades #ror hades #snv x reader #request #ror hades x reader #snv hades x reader #hades x reader headcanons

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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A/N: My second part of this long request made by @recordofragnaokfan, this features Thor, Hades, and Heracles from Record of Ragnarok! Also, when you guys request, please just send it in my box instead of just commenting it! Anyways, enjoy~~

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🌩️ Thor was not fond of going out when it wasn’t required

🌩️ It took the effort of Odin and you to get him to go out, but it was mainly you, he could care less what Odin said

🌩️ He sat in the balcony on top, watching all performances and judging them silently, knowing his wife, was far better

🌩️ When you came out on stage with your lustful voice falling through the hole between your lips, he smiled slightly

🌩️ He wasn’t fond of hearing men, and women, cry out their lewd thoughts for you, and he noticed how you slightly cringed, but after years of living with Loki, and other Gods, you got used to it

🌩️ After the performance, he dragged you home and took you immediately to the bedroom, he needed to sleep after the night out

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💀 Hades, like Thor, did not go out much, but it was mainly due to his responsibilities

💀 He was ruling a whole other piece of the world, and he couldn’t go to every performance you had, unfortunately

💀 But, one day, he had gotten through most of his work, and the remaining of it could be pushed back easily

💀 So, he went to your performance in Valhalla

💀 He smiled as you strutted across the stage, your voice spewing through the room amazingly

💀 He had caught your eye and when you saw him, your eyes widened with joy

💀 If anyone yelled anything frivolous at you, he made sure to remember them

💀 Oof, when they die they’re in for a world of afterlife pain in Helheim

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💪 Heracles loved hearing you sing, it reminded him of simpler times when he was a human in Thebes

💪 He definitely liked to come to your performances to an amazing degree

💪 He sat at a table nearby the back, not wishing to draw too much attention to himself, wanting you and your fellow performers to get the spotlight, it would be unfair if he took it all

💪 Heracles smiled as you were announced and chuckled as you walked on stage with his favorite song being sung, “Why don’t you do it right?”

💪 He loved hearing you sing this to him whenever you both had free time

💪 Watching you with utmost precision, like a hunter, he smiled and cheered for you once it was all over

💪 He could let go of the perverts easier than others, but it doesn’t stop him from feeling slightly possessive

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em1e · 1 year

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⠀ ⠀ ༝ i hate you for what you did, and i miss you like a little kid.

⠀ 一虎 // MOTION SICKNESS ⠀ ༝ ༝ kazutora hanemiya ⠀ ༝ ༝ 2.3k words ⠀ ⚠︎ angst + valhalla spoilers + IM SORRY ! ⠀ — he’s taller, now, hair bleached, but it’s still those same wide eyes that meet your own.

january 16, 2000

baji and kazutora were constants in your life.

being neighbors with baji left you trailing behind him like a puppy, and the idea of having someone as kind as you by his side made him happy - so despite his complaints and the bickering that always ensued between the two of you, he decided to keep you tucked away like a secret.

and when he introduces you to kazutora, it’s another warm friendship melting easily with the first.

and the three of you form an unbreakable bond, with the promise to always help each other when in need. kazutora would spend more time in your house than his own, and your parents take him in easily. it’s a taste of love he’s never felt, and when he lays on your bedroom floor next to a sleeping baji, he finds it hard to fall asleep with that feeling swelling deep in his chest and taking root under his heart.

august 22, 2003

it’s baji who comes to your door late one night. who else, when his other half is in juvie as he tells you.

you break into a sob at the news, and it’s baji who holds you with apologies falling off of his lips as if somehow he’s to blame for it all.

he holds you until you wear yourself out, and stays with you when you beg him to through tears. another promise it made there, to never leave one another behind, and it’s a promise you intend to hold kazutora to once he’s released.

baji rubs your back until you’re asleep, and he wonders if there was something he could’ve done to avoid this heartache; from seeing his friend carted away in handcuffs, from seeing you cry. he wishes he could go back, just for a moment, to change this outcome.

september 12, 2004

you wrote to kazutora when you could, but never received any replies. baji caught you once in the middle of you preparing a life update, snatching the paper from your desk and holding it above your head when you reached for it.

“give it back, baji!”

he stands on his toes to keep it out of your grasp, and chifuyu grumbles from your floor something about that not being the study sheet we’re working on.

“what’s this, a love letter?” he snorts, squinting to read the letters, “‘happy birthday kazu! baji and i miss you lots, even if he won’t say it outloud-’.”

you stomp on his foot and snatch the letter away when he slouches in pain, glaring at him, “you’re such a dick sometimes.”

“he never writes you back, i don’t know why you keep sending those.” baji huffed out, sitting on the floor beside chifuyu, “he probably doesn’t even get them.”

“what does it matter,” you roll your eyes, placing the paper in a folder and leaving it on your desk, exchanging it for the aforementioned study sheet, “s’not like it’s anything to do with you anyways.”

“it does,” he argues, despite the glare you send him, “my name is very clearly mentioned.”

“i just don’t want him to think we’ve forgotten about him or don’t care about him.” you say finally, and the way your gaze falls on him leaves him looking away with a small fine, whatever.

the tension that remains bleeds from the air and crawls under your skin, but chifuyu clears his throat and flips through the first few pages of the worksheet with a hum, “what the fuck is hydrolysis?” and that is enough to clear the air.

october 20, 2005

two years pass and not a single letter is returned.

some days you wonder if you should call the center, ask if maybe there was something wrong with what you’re putting in them as if that could be the reason he isn’t getting them, but the fear of knowing that not being the reason he won’t reply frightens you beyond belief. you want to ask the post office if there’s any way all one-hundred and six letters could have been lost in the mail or sent to the wrong place, but you’re all-too aware of the return address being labeled as your home.

instead, you settle with the unknown. there’s no getting hurt that way, no way of truly finding out if he was ignoring you for all of two years.

it’s not until you bump shoulders with a stranger outside of the market that you get to piece things together. you’d recognize that tiger tattoo from anywhere.

“‘tora?”

the bags you’re holding almost slip from your grasp, scrambling to free a hand to grab at his elbow and turn him around. he’s taller, now, hair bleached, but it’s still those same wide eyes that meet your own. you swallow dryly.

“when- when’d you get out?”

he tilts his head at you, earring chiming from the movement, “last week. thought baji would’ve told you.”

“me too . . .” you’re hurt by the admission, he can tell. you clear your throat, “the letters i sent - did you ever get them?”

“i did.”

the confession is enough to break what little resolve you have, frowning, “unable to reply, or . .?”

“didn’t see the need, “ he hums out, straightening with a smile when he looks behind you. a glance over your shoulder and you see baji, sharp toothed grin faltering when his eyes find you.

“what a nice reunion,” baji settles for when he finds himself standing beside kazutora, patting your head before wrapping an arm around kazutora’s shoulders, “should’ve planned a picnic or somethin’.”

you shove at baji’s shoulder half heartedly, “why didn't you tell me kazu was released, you asshole. and what happened to your knuckles?”

he jerks his hand from your grasp when you grab for it, ignoring the hurt you hold in the furrow of your brow at his reaction.

“huh? must’ve slipped my mind,” he pulls on kazutora’s shoulder, forcing him to turn, “anyways, we gotta go! have plans we just can’t miss.” he gives a wave as he walks away, kazutora in tow.

you come home that night to a message from baji. barely able to finish reading it through your tears, but you’re able to get the basic understanding.

kazutora and i decided we’re on different paths in life, so we’re cutting you out.

the promise to stay together breaks apart by the seams with each tear that falls down your cheeks. kazutora never replied to your letters, didn’t even bother to look for you after he got out, and baji’s being ripped from your grasp. it feels like every piece of yourself you’ve been holding onto for the past two years is being brutally torn away from you with each second that passes, and for the first time in your life, there is no one there to help you hold it all together.

november 3, 2005

you’d been planning his birthday for weeks before the actual date. despite the message he sent to you previously, you’d continued to prepare for something, even if he wouldn’t show up.

except, that’s not the reason he doesn’t come.

it’s chifuyu now, who distributes the bad news to you with a frown, and you want to tear down each decoration you’ve put around your home as if that’d undo the words that have left his lips.

and when you crumble to the floor, it’s chifuyu who comforts you in a way that’s all too familiar, but never the same as before. you’d never feel that comfort again, nor the warmth that'd surround baji like a fire. you have to pry the details out of him, beg for anything he’s willing to give. how did it happen. was it painless. did he suffer. did he cry. who started it.

he answers to the best of his ability through his own tears, explaining kazutora stabbed him first but baji delivered the final blow to himself, and those words leave you folding in on yourself even more.

“kazutora’s in jail now for that, will be for ten years.”

it’s like each new addition to the story is you taking punch after punch, and chifuyu is glad that little bit of information is last on his list - unsure if you can take anymore hits. you’re practically gasping for air by the end of it, and with some effort, chifuyu is forcing you to sit up, forcing you to take a second and just breathe.

he only goes home when the reality of it all has settled, leaving you hollow sitting on your bed. on numb legs, you stand and walk to your desk, ripping out a page from your notebook to hastily write.

i hate you, kazutora. i want you and baji back and i hate you for taking him away from me. i hate you and i miss you and you’re the worst

the words blur together, ink bleeding into blobs as your tears fall onto the paper. you crumble up the page and throw it across the room with a sniff, unable to believe what you’ve written.

july 05, 2015

your brows furrow at the sound of knocking on your door. chifuyu told you he’d be an hour late to your hangout, stuck organizing a shipment that came early he’d told you over the phone, but the sound of knocking again proves he’s a liar.

“you don’t have to knock if i know you’re coming-” you start as you pull the door open, only to stop when it’s not chifuyu behind it.

kazutora stares at you, and it’s still those same wide eyes as he takes you in. there’s no blonde left in his hair, you note dully, and he’s gotten taller. you’re practically frozen in place by his appearance on your doorstep.

“hi.” he breathes out finally, offering a bouquet you hadn’t even realized he was holding, and his lip quivers when you hesitate to take it.

you clear your throat, “when . . . when did you get out?” you look down at the flowers to avoid looking at him and god he could break down right here. the smell of your home comes off in waves, clawing at the deepest parts of him and settling with the reminder of childhood. he wants to bottle it up, breathe it in for the rest of his life to keep those memories forever.

“few days ago. ‘fuyu picked me up.”

you pull your lip between your teeth, a nasty habit he remembers when you were young, before you’re taking a step back so he can enter your home. he does so slowly, as if any sudden movement could startle you away from him. he’s almost certain it would.

“was waiting on him,” you mumble out, finally looking at him, “‘fuyu.” you’re unsure why you clarify, but he nods nonetheless.

“he told me.”

silence fills the air again, neither of you wanting to break what fragility remains on your shoulders, until kazutora moves to dig through the bag he’s brought with him. you eye him warily, still very unsure of what to make of it all, when he pulls out a folder filled with stacks of papers.

he offers it to you, and you take it with less hesitation than before, trading it with him for the bouquet so you can open it properly.

august 30, 2003

dear kazutora,

kazutora watches as your eyes widen while they dance across the paper, immediately beginning to flip through each of the worn pages as if the rest of the stack could be fake, before you meet his gaze.

“are these . . ?”

“i kept them all.” he explains softly, trying so so hard to read your expression.

and when you throw yourself into his arms, almost crushing the flowers between the two of you, he’s stunned.

he holds you when your knees buckle, and carefully eases the two of you to the ground. holds you when your tears stain his shirt, and holds you even tighter as apologies fall from his lips. for baji, for not caring enough, for not righting his wrong when he should’ve. for not writing you back.

as he breathes you in, he realizes how familiar this feels, how familiar you are, and suddenly he’s back to being a stupid thirteen year old with an even stupider adoration for you. he’s scared he’s squeezing you too tight, but you’re holding him like he’s your last lifeline and it takes all of him not to do the same.

“i don't want to be like baji and not tell you how much i missed you.” he whispers, and it has a small laugh leaving your lips. a sound he hasn’t heard in so fucking long, it’s all he want to hear for as long as he’s alive.

“i forgive you,” you say softly, when the tears finally subside and your grip on one another lessens enough for you to be able to lean away and look at him, “forgive you for baji and not caring and not writing me back.”

the remission is enough to have him fighting back his own tears, and when you brush a strand of hair from his face to cup his cheek softly, it breaks what little resolve he has left. then it’s you taking him back into your arms, holding him as gently as you can as the assurances pass your lips as something so sweet and soft and everything he has ever missed in the last twelve years sits cradled in his arms.

there’s something so sickly sweet about it all that has chifuyu wishing he would’ve been a little more precarious while putting everything away at the shop - regrettably ruining the moment when he stumbles into your house with beers and yakisoba.

#kazutora x reader #hanemiya kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora #hanemiya kazutora #hanemiya x reader #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #salmon rowe

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harusaki-hugo · 8 months

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Siblings HCs: Baji Edition

Fandom:Tokyo Revengers+Genshin Impact

Plot: What it's like being Tokyo Revengers younger/older siblings

Note: I'M BORED AND I KEEP HAVING IDEA.

Being Baji younger sister/with klee personality:

You like ten (10) in this Hcs, so you have like five (5) year age gap with Baji.

Just like Keisuke, you have black hair, and big doe eyes which is Keisuke weakness and you also have baby fangs just like your brother! You are just the cutest in the Baji family.

A ball of sunshine you are. opposite of Keisuke, like you just the cutest and brightest kid that steals everyone's heart with one smile.

Sometimes Mikey wonders if you are Keisuke's sister because of your endless kindness and happiness that you are willing to share with everyone.

But, he can see why you are Keisuke's sister. You both are arsonists.

While Keisuke burns the car when he's hungry. You burn cars for fun. like you have a certain fascination with burning things, like fireworks or even making a mini safe bomb, which is impressive considering your age.

The smartest in the family. You can easily skip a grade if it's not because of your childish personality. like you are sometimes the one who teaches Keisuke and you are just in elementary grade.

You love everyone. Everyone in your eyes is the best.

Big Brother is the best, Mikey the best, Emma the best, heck even Draken is the best.

Shinichiro is the weird grownup. Why is he always smoking? Is that why he is still single? Let's just say you see him crying.

Keisuke always tries to be the best brother example for you, he tries so hard not to start a fight when you are around. keeping his temper in front of you and heck, he even shares his yakisoba with you because you are his ✨fav✨ sister.

Brings you together to 🔥burn🔥some car with him when you are both hungry, Don't worry it's some old used cars.

Bonus:-

You give every single one of your friends a toy you call Jumpy Dumpty and make them keep it close to them.

Unknown to them it's an invention you make that explodes if something happens to the owner.

Basically, when Kazutora is about to unalive Shinichiro, that toy he keeps in his shop explodes, and no it's not that 💣 explosion 💥 It's just a flash bang that blinds someone for like a minute.

And behold, you save shinichiro.

And Mama Baji has to ground you for making something dangerous. which also means Keisuke accompanies you in a special room for you.

Valhalla Arc;-

You just want to find your big brother because you are bored and Mama Baji like busy so when you hear that Toman is fighting some gang you though he going to be there.

You just straight up sitting between Ran and Rindou, the two like "Whose kid is this?" While Rindou a bit worried about you, ran straight up ✨ befriend ✨ you, like you two now besties.

Fast forward to Kazutora about to go apeshit and bright out the knife, you bring out your 💥bomb💥

Imagine Kazutora seeing a familiar toy being thrown in front of him and he like, "Oh shi-"

Straight up explosion, not a flash bang this time. pure explosion, a loud one and you can see the smoke and things.

Like someone just throw a grenade.

Ran and rindou look at you like 😮 , "Kid, wtf-"

Keisuke having a panic attack because his sister is there and he never once brings you to any gang fights.

OG Toman is yelling and screaming in pure horror when they see you because one; you there sitting with their future enemies and two; you holding another bomb ready to throw it.

But thanks to you, the fight ended without anyone getting killed.

This is much longer than I expected...

Request open. pls, send me something. anything or I keep doing siblings Hcs.

#tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #platonic x reader #matsuno chifuyu #sano manjiro #ken ryuguji #hanagaki takemichi #klee #genshin klee #genshin impact

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cafeinthemoon · 7 months

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Ruins - Part XVIII

Chapter 18/?

Wordcount 2,3k

Title Part XVIII

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17

Symbols ⭕ . ➕. 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi (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... its been a while lol First, let me tell you that this time I've spent without posting on social media was important, because I was really tired. I was stressed from work, I started college and was worried about all of this, so I barely had the time or the energy to sit in front of the notebook and write something, or even edit my drafts. I was feeling saturated from it, and sensed that if I continued to do it, the results, that is, the next chapters of my ffs, would be trash. I hope you understand this time.

This chapter is like a transition, and that's why it's short compared to others. The next one we will finally have the process of marriage and the rest, which I've been wanting to work on for too long! Now I'm really excited for that! So have this brief update and I see you in the next one :)

You didn’t wait until they approached your spot, neither you said anything to express your surprise: once you laid your eyes on them, you let go of Hades’ hand and, without waiting to see if he was going to follow you, you started running toward the group. There was no mistake: there you had your parents, your sisters and your niece, all of them marveled by the vision of the Gardens and cheered up by the fact that you were the first person they met once they crossed the Gates.

Your happiness deepened when you reached them at last: they were all well dressed and had refreshed expressions, indicating that, as much as your own travel to those lands, theirs was far from tiring despite the distance between Valhalla and Midgard.

As a little child who were left in a neighbor’s house for an entire day, once you saw your mother, you passed straight by a surprised Hermes and threw yourself in her arms. All the thoughts, anxieties and expectations you carried that morning came back at once, and you just started to cry.

– Mom – you mumbled – Is that really you, mom?

Though she responded to your gesture with equal emotion, even she was surprised with all those tears.

– My baby! – she laughed – You’ve missed us this much?

– You have no idea – you whispered back, now looking into her eyes.

Your father, who was watching everything with diversion, approached you two, and you opened your arms to hug him too.

– Y/n-chan, is it just me or are you a bit taller since the last time we’ve saw you? – he joked, putting his hand upon your head – What have they been feeding you?

You laughed until you were breathless: not only you’ve long passed the period of growth, but you were also the shortest among your sisters for most of your lives, and that has been a matter of interest for your father since you were, in fact, little. You used to get angry with this in the beginning, but later you’ve learned to send the provocation back to him, just like you did that time.

– Well, maybe you’ve became shorter, dad. It’s just a matter of perspective!

Everyone laughed, and you finally turned to your sisters.

Luna, who, just like you, shared physical resemblance with your mother, was dressed in blue and had her hair tied in a single, long braid; Helena, who was more like your father, had a pair of big eyes glowing with all the things she was seeing, and a curly hair left untied, spreading around her shoulders, where she had a rosy shawl to protect her against the evening’s breeze. Though she was way younger than you, she has passed you in height, and everything indicated that she would keep growing.

Luna was the one holding Ellie, your niece, and the baby let out a sequence of little screams when you arrived, eager to get your attention. She started laughing when you took her in your arms and the girls came to hug you.

– How are you doing, girls? – you asked between the hugs – You’ve never looked so beautiful!

– The same could be said about you – it was Helena’s calm response.

You laughed.

– They have really good cosmetics around here!

– I’m willing to try them, then! – Luna commented, enthusiastic.

Still holding the baby, you finally turned to Hermes.

– Thank you so much for bringing them here, Hermes-sama. It’s the best gift you’ve ever gave to me.

The gods’ messenger, always in his composed manners, nodded.

– I was just doing my job, y/n-san.

Ellie was the first to see when Hades approached, pointing at him with a curious expression. You turned and immediately felt the heat coming up to your cheeks: you’ve got so excited when you saw your relatives that you just left him behind, and only then you realized that this wasn’t the most appropriate thing to do, for despite being his bride and having built a strong, intimate bond with him, you were still human and he was a god, and that could be seen as offensive for anyone who would hear of this.

With this in mind, you stepped ahead and were going to apologize for your behavior, but you had no chance, for you were no longer the focus of the group: while Luna and Helena stared at him with a mixture of curiosity and fear, your parents, immediately understanding they had another divine being before them, bowed their heads in respect.

You soon took the responsibility of doing the presentations.

– So… This is Hades-sama, from Greece – you spoke in a low, shy manner – He’s the King of the Underworld and, as Hermes-sama might have informed you, my future husband.

Hades, now by your side, smiled with sympathy.

– It’s a beautiful family you have, y/n – and, approaching your parents and putting one hand on each one’s shoulders, – You are the family of my future wife. You bow to no one.

Their faces brightened up at those words, said in a soft, comforting tone, and you felt a sort of pride with the scene: if there was any chance of your family not accepting your relationship or not trusting him – after all, that marriage meant taking you away from them and to Hellheim – it disappeared the moment they were treated with genuine respect. You mother, in particular, was satisfied with what she was seeing, which you noticed in the clear message you’ve caught in her eyes: being the responsible for three girls who would soon start their own lives out of her guardianship, it was only natural that the kind of people with whom they’d chose to live was among her biggest worries, and, whatever she was expecting in this sense, to see one of her girls becoming a god’s wife was beyond her imagination; but, if you were happy with this, she wouldn’t ask for more.

Hades greeted your sisters with manners that reminded you of the old gentlemen you used to see in important events at your city, nodding and making brief comments about their beauty. You and the girls always made fun of this, because the old – and, many times, uninteresting – men were the only ones who would behave like this, but having that polite, handsome man making use of those manners without the affectation typical of those other ones convinced them of the honesty of his words, and that left them ecstatic.

Finally, he turned to you and to your niece, who has been observing him with attentive eyes since he arrived and had no problems in being picked up by him, laughing and stretching her little arms to the stranger who received those gestures with diversion.

– And this is my niece, Ellie – you introduced the baby while passing her to his hands; and, with a playful smile, – I guess she likes you!

– Me or my earring? – he asked in return, laughing as he tried to keep the girl’s hand away from his ear; and, to her, – Your curiosity surpasses my expectations, little one!

Though Ellie clearly didn’t understand what curiosity or expectations meant, she seemed to enjoy being held by Hades more than by yourself, because, after playing with her for a moment, she refused to return to you when you tried to pick her back, provoking everyone’s laughter.

And, as expected, your mother was the first to verbalize her opinion on this.

– You have a way with small children, my Lord! That’s surprising, to say the least!

Hades turned to her with a sort of prideful, nostalgic smile.

– I am the eldest of four brothers – he let Ellie hold his index finger – I still remember when each of them were just like Ellie-chan.

Hermes, who was observing everything in silence, was the first to reply that time.

– Let’s pray that this conversation never reaches Poseidon-sama’s ears, uncle.

– I agree with you, Hermes-sama – you, the only human there who met Poseidon, completed with a clever smile.

***

Hermes led your family to rooms on the wing of the apprentices on the human lodge, so that you would stay close to them for the entire period of their stay. It was established that, while your parents would have one room for themselves, your sisters and the baby would stay in a contiguous one, both located on the floor under your own room; to access them, you’d only need to walk down the stairs and cross a corridor for a few meters.

Just like the apprentices, they were all allowed to visit the Gardens and take their meals at the common room, and they enjoyed each opportunity in that sense. Well, actually, your parents decided to turn their stay at the blessed lands into a second honeymoon, something that was first pointed out by Helena and confirmed by you and Luna when you saw them walking with their hands entwined in the Gardens in the next morning of their arrival; your sisters, on their turn, had no difficulties in making friends with the other girls, particularly with Heracles’ disciples, so that later he came to express his contentment in knowing this, stating that you were lucky to have such excellent siblings.

***

Those days spent in the company of your beloved ones were the happiest since your arrival at the divine lands: having your relatives and the man you loved in the same place, and seeing them getting along, was more than your could ask for, even when you knew it wouldn’t last forever.

About this, you already have established your opinion, which was discussed later.

You were taking care of your flowers at the Green House. Your garden, by the way, was growing larger, and that only added to your contentment.

That afternoon, you were upon a small staircase, watering the flowers above your table, when you heard the door opening; you recognized the visitor’s steps and smiled.

– You’re late – you warned him as you walked down the stairs and put the watering can on the floor, beside the table, then crossed your arms to pretend irritation – We were supposed to to take a walk at the Gardens… but this was half an hour ago.

Hades, who was in fact the visitor, walked around the table and stopped by your side, surrounding you with his arms.

– Will you forgive me for this small crime, little one, if I reveal my reasons to you?

You shrugged.

– You can try.

As you imagined, he was with your parents.

– We’ve spent a wonderful time together – he explained – During which interesting conversations happened.

Your face heated up with that.

– Well, if these conversations didn’t include my parents narrating embarrassing episodes of my childhood that I intended to keep out of your knowledge, it’s okay for me.

This caused laughter from your partner, who replied that he then preferred to stay silent about the topics of the said conversations.

***

You had your arms leaning on the wood guardrail as your eyes followed the stream passing under the bridge. The murmur of the water, as sweet as the first time you heard it, was now like the music from a dream, from a memory you’ve long lost and then happily retrieved: yes, you were revisiting the places of the garden where you met for the second time, and now you were in the middle of that bridge where you had your first conversation about your dreams. Those events happened months ago, but to you it hasn’t been more than a few days, and the emotions you’ve experienced that day were vivid inside you.

Apparently, Hades had similar feelings towards it, and he showed it to you: you felt his fingers brushing your hair, then his hands bringing you closer, for a hug.

– Your mood seems lighter now that you have your family here, my y/n – he kissed the top of your head – The time you’ve spent with Heracles was really worth it.

– Indeed, it was – you murmured, passing your arms around his waist – Honestly, I feel even better now that they’re here. If I was scared by all the reasons I’ve told you before, now I know that it was silly of me to be afraid. There’s only room for happiness in my heart these days. Heracles-sama taught me to value the time I have with them instead of concentrating in the future days, in a time when they won’t be with me. And this is what I’m trying to do right now.

– A wise choice – Hades commented – And, judging by what I’ve learned from your parents, they must have the same view on this question. Have you already talked to them about it?

You sighed and moved away from his hug.

– Not yet. I know I have to do this, and they’re probably waiting for something of this type, but I’m still nervous about taking the first step.

– Well, if this helps, you can try to find a chance to bring out the subject during an informal moment. You know, sitting around a table and discuss things like a meeting between monarchs is quite stressful.

You turned to him with a frown.

– This is something stressful for you? – and, with a giggle, – You never told me that!

His lips stretched in a smirk in response.

– There are a few things I still haven’t told you, my girl. For example… – you felt his hand surrounding your waist and bring you back to him – I was sent straight to our future when I saw you holding your niece in your arms. You created such a beautiful scene together.

Your cheeks heated up.

– Our future? Are you talking about…? – you gasped – Hades, we will have a long time to think about this, don’t you think?

The god approached his lips from your ear, as if his next words shouldn’t be heard by anyone but you.

– I do. But there’s nothing wrong in speaking about this right now.

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

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seichira · 2 years

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we’ve been fighting for miles.

you’re in the car with baji keisuke, and the road is getting blurry as your vision is replaced by tears. the ride feels lonely despite not being alone, and baji wonders if he’ll lose you at the end of this long road.

pairing : baji keisuke x reader

genre : angst

inspired by : we’ve been fighting for miles by new west

“i need you to understand, baby. i’m only doing this because i have to protect my friends. it’s not like i’m doing this for myself—” baji tries to reach for your hand but you shoo away all his attempts to do so.

you stare straight ahead on the road, but baji can’t concentrate knowing that you are giving him the stone cold treatment that sends chills down his spine in an undesirable way. he wishes he could pull over but he figures that’s not the best thing to do after you told him ten times not to do exactly that.

at the start of this journey on the way home, he told you about his dangerous plans and he asked you on how you feel about them. naturally, you are horrified and worried about their implications.

“that’s the problem, keisuke. it’s like you’re not hearing me! you’re doing all this for them and what do you get in return? i’d rather you do things selfishly than throw away your life like this!”

“they are good friends to me, y/n. stop talking like i’m doing this for nothing. i’m doing this because when i had nothing, they were there. i can’t turn my back on them like this!”

it stings a little that he talks about them like that, like they were the only ones there when he had nothing. no one is keeping tabs, not even you, but you are more than sure that you have been in his life long enough to at least get some credit that could give you an opinion on his life.

“at the expense of your own safety?”

“if i have to, yes!”

your jaw drops in utter disbelief. “that’s stupid! noble, but stupid!”

“i don’t know what to do, then!” he says, frustrated. his mannerism leads him to comb his hair to the back, in sync with his deep sigh.

he looks defeated because he finds himself at a crossroad between his love for you and his love for toman. you believe that it is time for him to start thinking about himself and save himself from the possible pain of his decisions in trying to salvage the gang, but he thinks sacrificing himself is the best course of action.

for what seems to be the thousandth time, your boyfriend reaches for your hand once again, only to fail. the red light prompts him to shift gears and he finally has a few seconds to really look at you and not just give out glances. you find yourself cornered when he turns to face you completely.

“baby, i don’t know what else to do. i know you mean well, but this is what i know is right. this is what i should do. infiltrate valhalla, and find out if all my hunches are right so i can protect my friends.”

your shoulders drop in disappointment, and that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. it shatters him to his very core to see you hurting like this, that you even have to talk about such things than to just lead a normal life without all the gangster bullshit.

with a small voice, you answer, “i don’t get the point why you had to ask me if i’m on board if you have already decided to do it. do whatever you want.”

it takes him by surprise that you let him do what he wants to do, but somehow, the way you say it is even worse. it is torture, he thinks. he’d rather take a beating than to endure this treatment from you.

“green light, kei.”

he frantically looks back to the front to continue driving, but he can feel himself choking up at the situation before him and the heavy atmosphere embracing the two of you.

this time, your body faces the window to your right, completely shutting out all his advances to at least have some contact with you. by this time, you start weeping at the heartbreaking conversation.

baji tries talking, but his voice gets caught in his throat and it breaks in the process. “w-what do you mean i can do whatever i want?”

you sniff, and that is enough for him to know that you are crying. it is like a trigger to his own tears, too, and his eyes start to become blurry. he holds back his tears because he is still driving, after all, and your life is still in his hands within this vehicle.

“i mean it exactly as i said it. you have already decided to go on to this suicide mission. for your friends. s-s, do it.”

“and you’re okay with it?” he treads lightly.

“no. i don’t think i’ll ever be okay with it, but i’m removing myself from the narrative because i can’t do it anymore.”

a crashing wave of fear washes over him, and although it’s unclear, he understands what you are trying to say. he slows the car down, trying to find a place where he can pull over, but you stop him.

“can’t do what anymore?”

“this. us. it’s… it’s too much to be love. i can’t continue on like this, staying up all night wondering if you’ll come back home to me in one piece.”

he is growing more frustrated and terrified at the thought of losing you. “y/n, you know that i’m trying my best to come home to you. i never failed. you know that!”

“until when, baji?”

his name comes out of your lips like poision. it’s not an endearment, not keisuke, not kei. just.. baji.

“until when until you don’t come home?” you finally look at him, revealing your bloodshot eyes and wet cheeks. “you have to let me go. stop doing this to me. i understand now that there are a lot of things that you can do for your friends but not for me—”

“that’s not fair,” he argues, but the stubbornness in his voice is nullified by the equally red eyes he has and the shaking of his hands on the steering wheel.

you nod. “i know. it’s not.”

“baby…”

“from now on, you can do what you want. you don’t have to worry about me anymore. i will no longer wait for you, so you can stay out as late as you want. you can go wild as long as you want. i’m done stopping you from doing all the things that you want to do.”

he doesn’t know what to say. you have been fighting for what feels like forever, and he is starting to feel the undeniable distance that has been growing between the two of you that he was too stupid to realize until now. he can’t do anything about it anymore. he can’t change anything.

“take me to my parent’s house,” you demand. “i’ll come back to our place tomorrow to grab my stuff.”

baji just sits there and drives, while letting the tears fall freely. he understands why you’re doing this and he knows it is all his fault.

he parks the car in front of your gated childhood home, a literal mansion that you willingly left behind to live with him in a humble apartment that wasn’t much, but you turned it into a home.

“can i change your mind?” he tries.

you shake your head and removed your seatbelt so you can scoot closer to him. “don’t try because you probably can. but kei, i’m really… exhausted.”

he pulls you in for the tightest embrace he has ever given you, and you almost do not want to let go.

“i’m sorry,” is all he can say because right now, he is all set on throwing everything away for his friends. right now, the possibility of hurting you is much higher than taking care of you.

he doesn’t know if he’ll come out of this mission alive, and he doesn’t want you to wait in your shared apartment for news of his death.

so, he lets you go.

“i’ll come and get you after all this shit, yeah?”

you nod, “you can do whatever you want… but please try to avoid getting hurt. just that. please. i beg you.”

that was the last time you ever saw him. when you heard of his death, you weren’t alone in your shared apartment—you were in your childhood home, wishing you never let him drive away that day.

a/n: this was supposed to be angst with comfort at the end, it was already typed in the content part, but my fingertips have a mind of their own! anyway… ouch?

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demigoddessqueens · 2 months

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hiiii

I saw ur requests are open so I knocked down the door to the ask room :3

can you do how is reader and basim relationship after basim became one with loki? Would he still love the reader? And PLEASE if he leaves reader can you write them meeting again ( in Valhalla time) and would he apologize and start again or just greets heartbroken reader moves on? AAA I HAVE SO MUCH TO REQUEST BUT IF YOUR COMFORTABLE AND OKAY I CAN SEND YOU MORE IDEAS.

Yes!! I am open to ideas because the hold this man has !!

Masterlist 10

If you and Basim are together after he becomes Loki, there’s already an air of something different

He’s…not all your Basim from before. More demanding. More secretive. What is he not telling you?

That warmth that used to be there is just non-existent

Even when his nightmares get more intense in the middle of the night, you want to be there for him, but now he pushes you away if you ever try to get close

The kisses and touches are not the same either. Running hot or cold when it doesn’t feel right

Basim can sense you drifting away from him and tries to desperately keep you by him. Though he may say “love”, it becomes of what use you provide for him

Still, he notes that the gleam you once had in your eyes for him slowly dulls

With all these attempts to persuade you to stay, you finally make a choice for yourself

If you stay with him, the “charm” gets turned up so much to keep you close to him. He can’t afford to lose you when he’s so close

Break-up wise, Basim does not take it well at all. Like no one wants to bother him, short-tempered, and has a tendency to lash

If he ever crosses paths with you again, AC Valhalla, Eivor and Hytham are just peeking at your interactions the entire time and eating up every second of it.

The great Basim (Loki) reduced to a man who is setting his plans into motion but still pursues you

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 10 months

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Lesson Twelve

Saving New Asgard from The Flock comes at a cost: all of your hope that you can save yourself and Loki at the end of the year, when your most violent instinct consumes you for the first time, showing your true potential for destruction.

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

Chapter-Specific Warning: descriptions of violence

Luckily, it didn’t take too much athleticism on your part to climb up to the one-story-high rooftop, though you didn’t immediately make yourself visible over the rain gutter either. Instead, by balancing with one foot on a shutter, you silently watched for a moment through Loki’s ankles as he stood with his back to you.

“Just come with us,” Jonah demanded. “Find the girl, and we will leave these other demons.”

Just use a projection, Loki! you thought.

“No, I won’t be going with you, and neither will Y/N. Nor will anyone else be subjected to your shitty attempts at purging them again,” he answered.

Jonah looked to Torvald, who nodded and sauntered over to the roof’s edge, posing his AR15 downward and into the crowd, causing Loki to break face by throwing up a hand.

“To what ends does this false battle achieve for you and your god?” he asked. “Valhalla knows the difference between heroes and actors. Believe me, I’ve been both.”

“Speak your words of Hell no longer!” cried out the pregnant wife, holding her pistol up with both hands, trained on Loki’s chest.

He rolled his eyes. “As if I would ever make a willing reference to my sister or her words,” he mumbled. “Murdering villagefolk will not work. You have one chance to leave without ending any more lives…once The King gets here you’ll truly be in for it.”

You bit your lip.

“QUIET LOKI!” shrieked Jonah. “Where is the other?”

“Probably halfway to Iceland by now,” Loki snarked back. “Your problem is with me, not my student.”

Torvald was beginning to lose his composure as Loki took two bold strides forward in an attempt to control the situation. “Now…give your orders to your men to leave New Asgard alone--”

“--GET BACK!” Torvald stumbled and fired his gun.

“AAGGH!” screamed the woman as two bullets hit Loki, sending him backward but not over the roof. Loki himself barely flinched when he was shot. Both bullets had only grazed his skin, one in an arm, the other on his shoulder near his neck. The wounds were, thankfully, superficial. Shaving razors would have left deeper cuts.

You didn’t know this. You didn’t know anything that happened after that moment, because watching Loki tumble backwards at the sound of a gun volley, you blacked out and something more primal took over your brain. Something defensive. Something dark.

The gray smoke on your skin increased in density around your hands until it was a massive halo of dark indigo smoke, billowing and blinding. You scrambled onto the roof as you began growling under your breath in rage. When you appeared, all three of The Flock’s royal family shrank back in instinctual fear.

“This is MY village,” you chanted. “MY village. MY home. They are under MY protection, and if you DARE to return again, you and your families will all die.”

Loki’s eyes went wide with genuine shock at your threat. Torvald gritted his teeth and raised his rifle again in a bout of boldness. He never had a chance to pull his trigger.

As if you’d known how to do so all along, you felt a surge of something building in your core…a power you never had before, something you were gaining from the world around you. The voices of the dead were whispering in your ear, bringing you energy, fifty-thousand voices instantly telling your instincts what to do.

With an instant jerking-back of your hand, as if rearing back to throw something, your smoke formed a rope, and with a whipping motion, you threw your hand out at Torvald, sending the whip unfurling across the roof and wrapping itself around his body, sending it collapsing to the floor as instantly as your death touch would have done.

You didn’t cry, scream, smile, or even breathe in for a moment. You were blinded to anything other than protecting Loki and New Asgard. Still, Torvald’s body flopped lifelessly at Jonah’s feet as you reared your magic back, posed to strike again like a maddened cobra.

The woman screamed again.

“Oh mercy, it’s worse…Maria, go!” Jonah shouted quickly. “Tell everyone to retreat!” Maria didn’t move, frozen in place, petrified with fear.

You drank in the added energy the death gave you. You’d never in your left felt so invincible, so strong. You almost could deplete the entire cult if you had a mind to…

You didn;t have time to develop such a notion, however. As soon as Maria and Jonah had leapt from the roof in order to beat a hasty retreat with The Flock, he looked at you with sorrow. “I’m sorry, this is all my fault. I’ve done this to you…”

You looked back, still in your state of rage, unsure of why he was putting you to sleep with his magic until it was too late.

Blinking awake, you felt light and dizzy as you re-entered your fully-conscious self, lying in bed with your blanket tucked around your shoulders. Katja was seated next to the bed, keeping silent vigil like a kindly grandmother, her eyes reading one of your textbooks on death, this one being about cultural depictions of the entity.

“Ka--Katja?” you asked.

She quickly put the book aside, a gentle smile on her face. “There’s our special guardian,” she said motherly, brushing some hair out of your face. “How are you feeling?”

“A little dizzy, but otherwise…quite well, actually. What happened?”

Katja’s smile faded. “Loki wanted to be the one to explain it. I don't think I could anyway.”

“Is he okay? Bring him!” You attempted to shoot up to a fast sitting position in bed, but it only served to worsen your dizziness, and you had to lean back against the headboard as Katja tsked.

“I’ve never seen you so volatile before, so rash,” she mumbled observantly. “He’s in the other room. I’ll get him. Please try to stay calm...and in bed!”

She returned quickly with Loki in tow, looking far worse for the wear despite no evidence of injury. “You’re alright!” you said happily, which coaxed the smallest smile out of his sullen demeanor.

“Yes, thanks in no small part to you, Y/N,” he answered. Katja quietly closed the door behind her, leaving you and Loki alone.

“How long was I asleep?” you asked.

“It’s a little after one in the morning, so roughly twelve hours.”

“I missed the end of the festival?” you asked, before quickly realizing how dumb you just sounded.

Loki shook his head. “You’re still a little hungover from your attack, I see. Seven Asgardians are dead. The festival ended early.”

Tears almost instantly flooded to your eyes, stinging them with panic. “No. No…I didn’t..?”

Quickly backtracking, Loki threw a hand over yours with a reassuring headshake. “No, pet! No, it was them! You likely prevented that seven from being seventeen or even seventy! I promise, love, what happened wasn’t your doing.”

“I’m sorry…” you began stumbling over your words, the tears coming anyway as you attempted to explain yourself. “What did I do?”

“What do you remember?”

You thought, twisting your lip as you tried recalling the events of earlier. “All I remember is seeing you being shot, then getting so angry that my smoke turned into a whip.”

Loki cocked his head with curiosity. “A whip, you say?”

“I…I killed him without touching him, didn’t I?” you asked softly, wishing you didn’t already know the answer.

He kept his face as neutral as possible while he delivered the bad news. “Yes. You did. Effortlessly. I’ve personally never seen anything like it.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered, burying your face in your hands with shame. “I can’t believe I did it. I didn’t mean to! I swear!”

Loki took a breath. “I think you entered a rogue state, Y/N.”

“What is that?” you asked.

He held his breath as his hand tightened around yours. “Again, it isn’t your fault. Some magic users…they have ways they can black out and completely give their bodies over to their power. It turns them into…”

“...monsters?” you finished. “I became a monster?”

“Oh, Norns, do let me finish!” Loki groaned, before quickly regretting being so harsh upon seeing your hurt face. “I wish I was better at comforting you,” he admitted. “Bedside manners are a new concept to me.”

“I heard voices, they were encouraging me to do it,” you said before realizing that you sounded like a complete lunatic. “No, that didn’t come out the way--”

Your teacher held up a hand. “You really do need to remain calm. We’re all in shock today, but it’s imperative that you let me finish,” he said.

You nodded obediently. Loki squeezed your hand.

“It’s a highly dangerous state, but, like anything else, it can be controlled and contained. Otherwise, don't you think S.H.I.E.L.D. would’ve attempted to destroy that massive green boulder who nearly broke my spine in half? His power is a rogue state.”

“The voices?”

He shrugged. “I cannot say what those voices meant. Perhaps you summoned the power of the dead to guide you, like that night in the cemetery. I cannot do more than hypothesize, however.”

The first tear fell down your cheek as you hung your head. “I’m going to be put down now, aren’t I?”

“I beg your pardon??” Loki nearly choked.

“I’m too dangerous! If I don’t even need to touch people to kill them anymore, there’s no use for me in this world, is there--?”

Loki nearly leapt on you, throwing his arms around you and holding you fast to his chest. “Say that ever again and I’ll end you myself,” he hissed. “I won’t allow you to speak of yourself so deplorably. I won’t let them execute either one of us. We will figure this out and we will win our freedom!”

You let him hold you, gently rocking you back and forth as you let the tears dry. “Where did they go off to? The Flock? Are they gone?”

He shook his head. “Brunnhilde is attempting to contact the country’s government as we speak, though they are also a bit hesitant to be in contact with us as well, so no one knows how long it might be until authorities can drive them away for good.”

“Shit,” you muttered. “They could still return.”

Loki rested a palm on your cheek, the cool touch of his skin soothing the sting from your tears.

“Well, if nothing else, they will fear you so much more after today that I can’t imagine them returning before the end of the year,” he assured you. “It was, admittedly, a sight to witness.”

“What did I look like?”

Loki’s smile came back in earnest as he recalled your appearance as your rogue state consumed you for the first time. “Your eyes glowed crimson. You were furious. It was…marvelous.”

You couldn’t help but blush while he elaborated. “It looked as if you were about to shoot my brother’s lightning from your hand, but instead, that man just crumpled over. But then…then you looked at the others, and then at me. I realized then that you weren’t yourself, and that was when I brought you to sleep.”

You were quiet for a moment. “So…seven dead?”

“Please don’t,” coaxed Loki, kissing your forehead softly and wrapping himself tightly around you. “Save your sorrow for the memorial tomorrow, and just rest in my arms today. No lessons or study are necessary.”

The materials that the New Asgardians had procured to create wishing boats were fashioned into similar little boats, only lined with straw, grass, and lilies. At sunset the following day, the entire village came to send the seven people who were felled by The Flock off into the afterlife. You wanted to join them in their work, but Loki forbade it.

“I need you emotionally recovered, and I was even considering refusing to let you attend tonight--”

“--fuck you, I’m going--”

“--I knew you’d say that.”

Ultimately, you agreed to keep your distance from the sorrow during the day, and Loki agreed to bring you to the funeral ritual at dusk. You didn’t have the energy to argue either way. In a sweet attempt to occupy your mind, he’d gone to the market for supper ingredients.

“I was thinking about that beef stew the other night, and was hoping you’d make some,” he said. “And, I was also tempted by the fact that the stock included everything necessary for--”

“--a cake!” you said, smiling as you inspected the bag he’d set on the kitchen countertop. “Of course. You know how cooking helps me sort through my thoughts.”

“I’m afraid, while that was certainly a motivation for seeking out groceries, it was secondary to more selfish reasons,” he admitted, expressing the closest you imagined Loki had ever come to embarrassment. “I was known for having the most dire addiction to pastries and fruits in the palace. It was a childish fault, but one I still fall victim to.”

“The great trickster god Loki is a sugar fiend?” you giggled. “That’s uncharacteristically adorable of you.”

“I know, quite a scandal,” he murmured sheepishly. “And it wasn’t exactly kind to my teeth either.”

Your smile warmed your soul, the laughter brought you relief as much as Loki’s gesture. “You’re welcome to watch as I bake,” you offered.

He shook his head. “I have another project for this afternoon that I must see to.”

Frankly, the time alone that afternoon was welcome in the long run. It gave you the chance to plan out exactly how you were going to admit your feelings to him. A funeral was far from the right place, so you were going to ask him to take you into the woods tomorrow, to get back to practical work. There, you would be alone and out of earshot.

But was it the right thing to do, or was it crossing a line? How far was Loki willing to go in keeping the bond alight between you? Long enough to successfully complete the year’s test? Longer?

Deciding that once you’d laid out your plans, it wouldn’t help to dwell on the risk you were undertaking, you finished making supper and dessert just in time for Loki to come downstairs, holding two small boats made of wood, lined with lilies, runes etched into the sides of each.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said casually, “but I was selfish and gave us both a wish anyway.”

“Those are for a memorial!” you gasped.

“We’ll go further down the shore than the rest to launch them,” he acquiesced. This was enough for you.

“What do they say?” you asked.

Loki winked. “I don't think I will tell you. You’ll just have to trust me once again.”

After eating, Loki practically needing a bib to keep the three helping of stew off of his leather vest, you walked down with Ivar and Katja, each of you holding a boat. You went your separate ways once you reached the square, Ivar and Katja going off with the crowd, you and Loki branching off and tiptoeing through layers of reed and rock in order to reach a more private portion of the beach.

The King’s voice carried well on the wind, and you could hear every word of her eulogy. She wasn’t exactly the most eloquent public speaker. In fact, she had to be three drinks into the evening based on how her vowels slurred together. She did, however, address each victim by name and age. The oldest among the victims had been elderly, the youngest an adolescent. Each one had their families launch an arrow at their funeral boats as each drifted off into the fjord. Then, the rest of the archers followed while the citizens launched their boats.

At the same time, Loki lit your boats, and you gently set them adrift to join the rest before sitting on a rock to watch the twinkling lights of the ceremony begin to flicker away.

“I wasn’t allowed to attend my mother’s funeral,” Loki said softly, slipping a hand into yours. “I was imprisoned by my father for my crimes against New York.”

You leaned your head onto his shoulder, broad and warm. “That’s awful.”

“They left me to languish, to blame myself for her death as she was lifted to Valhalla,” he continued. “She taught me seidr. She handed me the King’s saber when he fell into the Odinsleep…and I wasn’t able to say goodbye.”

“She knows you were kept from her against your will,” you insisted. “She still loves you.”

“Love,” Loki scoffed, his voice deepening in pensive candor. “Love is for children.” He spoke the words as if reciting them, perhaps pulling them from a memory.

Your heart sank at these words. “But--”

“--the best we can ever hope to achieve is trust. If you learn to trust someone, as I trust you and you trust me, you gain an ally. If you love someone, you only gain a ticking clock.”

You sighed. “I’m disappointed that you see it that way,” you replied, “but I can understand why you do.”

Never in so few words did your hopes and plans collapse and fall apart, creating a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. He’s not in love with me. He can’t ever be.

“Though,” you found yourself going on in spite of yourself, “I’m afraid I didn’t quite see the same distinction you did.”

Loki took a minute to absorb what you were saying. He quickly withdrew his hand from yours. “Perhaps we should stop being affectionate then, if I’m leading you so astray.”

“You could never love me, then?” you asked meekly. “After what’s happened between us so far, you can’t even entertain the idea?”

“On the contrary, I believe I can,” he admitted. “Which is why we shouldn’t. It could endanger us.”

“Fine then, we’ll stop having sex. And I’ll just…focus on knife-throwing for now and not bother you anymore.” You got up to remove yourself from the moment before you began crying.

“Y/N--”

You ignored him, deciding to leave him sitting alone while you rejoined the ritual. The crowd of Asgardians was now quietly observing the glowing display as the seven victims of The Flock dissipated into gold dust, which floated into the air and scattered into atoms across the night.

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daisybell17 · 7 months

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Loki S2 Finale Prediction

With all the news and announcements coming out, i decided to make a prediction for what the finale will be. tbh This is based on what I have seen in the trailer and other stuff

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The episode would pick up back where it all started in episode 1, where the TVA is in shambles and Loki would be time slipping (or not)

Now from episode 1, it's understood that Loki HAD the ability to go from the past, present and future of the TVA with a part of that future being seen towards the end of episode 1, with the phone ringing, Sylvie struggling to get the elevator door open and present Loki being pruned by someone (which many have believed to be future Loki) but I beg to differ.

I don’t think it was future Loki pruning past (or our current) Loki, and the only reason why I believe this is because, TO ME it doesn’t make sense how FUTURE LOKI would prune his past self, how could 2 versions of Loki be in the same timeline of the TVA? Especially since Loki has been time slipping back and forth that entire episode.

NOT TO MENTION that Sylvie calls him out “There you are!” As if she’s been searching for him for AGES or is relieved to find him, but before anything could happen, Loki is pruned and sent back to the present (to where EP1 left off)

Why would “FUTURE” Loki prune himself? Because he knew that “it's what needed to be done?”, to me it doesn’t make sense nor do I think it’s plausible that it was him….so who pruned Loki?

My 2 guesses are Ravonna Renslayer or Victor Timely, with my bet being Victor Timely, which leads me to believe that Loki had to sacrifice himself (as seen by 2 shots in the trailer of Sylvie and Mobius with mortified faces and Loki simply smiling back)

Now why would he prune Loki? Because by sending him back to the past, Victor Timely has full control and power to start the TVA all over again or at least re-claim control of it in the future, and basically reset everything once again (as explained by He Who Remains in the S1 Finale)

So by the time we the audience and present Loki reach the future (or S2 finale) it would have been too late.

I don’t think Marvel would kill Loki off, honestly, in the position Marvel is in right now, it is NOT a good business decision, ALTHOUGH from a story point position…ending the Loki arc with a banger Season 2 would not only seal Loki’s entire history in the franchise, giving him a good or bad ending, is up to debate, but PERSONALLY a bitter-sweet ending would fit well for a character like Loki

I think the finale would involve Loki sacrificing himself to save the TVA, Sylvie, Mobius, and essentially…everyone. The future we saw in S1 was a future too late, it was bound to happen and this sacrifice, where I am pretty sure he would be back in the temporal loom could possibly kill him…or maybe spit him into a different timeline…or maybe…he wakes up, and he’s in Valhalla

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I love fan theories and predictions, literally speculation of what could happen is just so fun so if y’all have ur own theories or predictions, go ahead and comment/reblog it, i love love love reading them!!

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Two to One - Hades x Reader

A/N: I fell in love with Hades and I could not stop thinking about this after I read the manga so, spoilers after chapter 50 of Record of Ragnarok/Shuumatsu no Valkyrie.

Editors Note: Some things were changed to fit with the OG’s setups.

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You know just how much he loves his younger brothers. No matter how obnoxious or arrogant they are, he loves them and will do what he can to ensure their wellbeing. Once, long ago, he single handedly defeated the Titans that escaped Tartarus to ensure their safety. Sending out his men to fight alongside his brothers on the surface. His protective nature and the love he has for his younger brothers is what charmed you alongside his mannerisms and personality alone. The man was confident yet a gentleman.

Long ago you were once a human that turned into a God. You are a Demigod like the famous Hercules. To sum up your story, you stopped a war all by yourself. While you were strong as a human, able to handle yourself in battle against an army of men, you did not match the strength of Hercules. You combined your athleticism with your smarts. The combination of skills allowed you to dissolve a fruitless and inhumane war. At that time, women were simple housewives so you were not taken serious in the beginning. But with persistence, you made a name for yourself. So much so that you caught the attention of Zeus, the Godfather among Gods.

Time and time again you were able to defeat armies after armies. You did sustain damage, but your smarts is what allowed you to always end up the victor. You did show mercy though, giving the soldiers an ultimatum, join your cause and end the war, or to die fighting an unjust war. Eventually, you yourself had an army. Together, you ended the long bloodbath with you taking the heads of the kings responsible. Ironically, your efforts and tenacity is what got you in trouble. The people you persistently tried to save turned on you. The men that fought alongside you turned on you. They feared you. They feared that you would become a tyrant, leading them in another war or some crap like that. Your closest soldiers are the ones who build the platform where you would be hung. The people you fought for were joyfully anticipating your death. But you did not fight back.

Despite the cruelty of it all, you understood their fear. After all, one person, a woman at that (an indication that led people to think you were a witch) essentially stopped the war all by yourself. You accepted it. Your job was done. If this is how you die, then so be it. Moments before you were supposed to be hung Zeus, the Godfather of Gods made his appearance. He praised your efforts and your ability to still have compassion for your kind despite their barbaric treatment. With a goblet in hand he gave you a choice, drink is divine blood and join the God world, or be hanged by the very people you helped. Logically, you accepted his offer. Out of all the Gods, Zeus’ blood can turn a human into a Demigod. The only catch though is if someone who is not a true hero drinks it, they die.

From that day on, you became the Goddess of Life and Death, protecting the weak and innocent while condemning the wicked. Having only two Demigods recorded, you and Hercules because good friends. He, like his adoptive father, commended your work. You both held humanity dear in your hearts, vowing to do whatever you could to keep them away from the Gods’ wrath. Human would pray to you, asking for your help in times of conflict. You did what you could to help them and those responsible for the mass suffering would be met with your wrath. You were a forced to be respected and feared.

A couple hundred years after you joined the Heavens, you met the King of the Netherworld in one of his rare visits to Valhalla. Zeus decided to throw a welcoming party for his oldest brother. All Gods and Goddess where essentially forced to attend. While mingling with your fellow Demigod, and his adoptive brother, Hades came up to you. Hercules and Hermes greeted their uncle, and you gave a formal greeting. All Gods and Goddess respect the man, even his brothers do not sully his name. You would be damned if you would be the first person to anger him. You would have to be as crazy as Zeus is when he decides to cheat on Hera.

To your surprise, Hades ignored his nephews, choosing to focus his attention on you. He asked about your work as the Goddess of Life and Death and was curious about your process. Any and all questions he asked you answered accordingly. Hercules and Hermes left you two some time ago as you and their uncle entered an intellectual conversation. Despite being the king of a domain that is essentially Hell, he rarely visits the mortal world. You kept him up to date on your findings of humanity and Hades even wondered what your thoughts were on them. Passionately, you told him that you hold your former race near and dear. Humans may be complex and frustrating creatures, but they are no different that Gods in your opinion. Yes, you boldly told that to Hades.

Your statement intrigued the man more than you already had. Resulting in an extended conversation. For the entire night you two busied yourselves in each other. Topics ranged from philosophy, science, human nature, history, and more. To say the least, your interaction with Hades left the Heavens in gossip. Has the King of the Helheim taken an interest in someone? Will there be a new queen of the Netherworld? To answer it, yes. A week after your intellectual talk, one of his servants came to your home to invite you to Olympus Palace. Apparently, Hades came back to Valhalla to have dinner with you. Ideally, he would rather it be in Helheim, but the taboo of The Bifrost forbade you from going to his realm.

You may not have been a God for long, but you were pretty sure that Hades rarely visits Valhalla. Let alone to have dinner with a newer Goddess. Hades does not even come here to have dinner with his own brothers!

His visits kept happening to the point where at least once a week for a month, Hades would come up to have dinner with you. There was one time where you were allowed into his domain though.

True to word of mouth, Helheim is a dark domain. There is no sun or vegetation of any kind. To your surprise, Hades invited you to meet Cerberus. Taking your hand in his, Hades planted yours on top of one of the heads. Cerberus held no animosity towards you (mainly because of Hades), and allowed you to pet him like a domestic dog.

Somehow, Hades got you permission to travel to Helheim whenever you like without facing the consequences. Till this day you still do not know how he did that.

From then on, whenever you would go to Helheim, you would always greet Cerberus with a pat on each head as you make your way to have dinner with Hades. After that one month, Hades had formerly asked to court you. When you asked why he said, “I have finally found someone who can rule Helheim by my side. I would be a fool to let you slip through my fingers.”

To an outsider, the proposal may sound like an act of duty, but you knew better. Hades is more than capable of ruling Helheim by himself. He has been for the last thousand years. He does not need your help, but he is willing to have you by his side. He wants to have you by his side. In a sense, Hades humbled himself before you. You accepted, and when the Heavens found out, it became the biggest news in centuries. Hercules jokingly started to call you “auntie” when he found out. A couple months into your courtship you met the most terrifying God, Poseidon. Hades introduced you two when Zeus arranged a little welcoming party for you. Only members of their family were invited.

True to his character, the sea God did not acknowledge you, but you were not offended. You knew what to expect from Poseidon and that was nothing. Getting riled up over his lack of interest would be fruitless. You did not ask anything of the God, nor did you try to interact with him. The only interaction you gave him was a bow of the head. You never knew how Poseidon felt about you (if he even cared to think about it). Adamas, now known as Adamantine, took a liking to you. You were told about what happened between him and his brothers. You neither judged nor commended him, choosing to remain neutral. Out of the four, Adamantine adored Hades. You two created a sibling bond. Other than Hera, you would be only woman in their family (and he liked you a lot better than Hera. For what reason you do not know).

After ten years of courtship, you and Hades were married. The big gap was all for preparation. Not for the wedding, that took two months to plan. The preparation was to get you ready to rule Helheim. Hades made sure that you were familiar with the territory and its inhabitants. Mainly Tartarus. He wanted to make sure that if they were to ever break out again, you would be able to handle yourself in the chaos. Given your background, it did not take you long to prove that you could. Your wedding was elaborate. Worthy for a literal God. Hades chose to wear his usual clothing while you opted for a traditional bridal attire. Given the fact that Hades is a Greek God, a Stefana was used. A crown made of golden leaves was placed on top of your heads and tied together by a ribbon to symbolize the union. You two also sipped from a single cup of wine that was blessed by Zeus.

After that, you officially become the Netherworld’s queen. Hades had another throne made for you and had it sit right next to his. While upholding your duties as its queen, you also continued to do your regular duties and the Goddess of Life and Death. It got a bit overwhelming, so Hades gave you two assistants. One that would help with your duties in Helheim and the other to help with your Goddess duties. You still visited the mortal realm, but not as much as you used to. Your clothing changed as well to fit your role as queen. You started to wear a long white dress with sleeves. It is a dress that overlaps itself like robe, tied together with a white strip of fabric. It leaves a subtle slit for one of your legs and your collar is held together by a metal clip that resembles Hades’ choker. You also started to wear purple heels made of crocodile skin. The ankle straps are designed to resemble the vines tattooed on his forehead. A gift he gave you on your wedding day.

The Gods gather in a grand council meeting led by Zeus to discuss the existence of humanity. It occurs after every millennium. The rules are simple. If the majority of Gods vote against humanity, the human race would be wiped out. You try to attend when you can to vote for humanity, but this year something new has occurred. From what you heard; a Valkyrie has proposed a Ragnarok. A thirteen round tournament where Gods would be fight humans and humans would be fighting Gods. If humanity wins at the end of the tournament, they will live for another millennium. If they lost, their entire existence will be wiped off the face of the earth. An intriguing notion that exited the Heavens. When you heard of this you were relieved. Humanity now has a literal fighting chance. That was until today.

In round three of Ragnarok, your brother-in-law, Poseidon, perished in his fight. You and Hades did not attend but you did hear of it. When the news hit your ears, Hades orders one of the servants to pull up the video footage and sure enough, the King of the Seas did die. You place your hand on your husband’s shoulder as an effort to comfort him. It was when you witness your dear friend, Hercules, perish when you both decide to make a trip to Valhalla. You arrive during Buddha’s fight. Plot twist, the man is fighting on the side of humanity. While you are thankful for him, you did not announce it, nor did you show it. Other than Hercules, you got along well with the Buddhist Pantheon.

Upon your surprise arrival, you two sit on the couch in the skybox where your in-laws are after Hades essentially kicks his nephew, Ares, off. Your husband busies himself with talk while you focus on the fight. Since your shared arrival, neither of you have let go of each other’s hands. Both hands are resting on top of Hades’ crossed knee. A bang against the back of the couch from Ares startles you. Your husband glares at his nephew, demanding Ares to apologize to you. While your in-laws are surprised at the fluctuating battle, your husband pressed a firm kiss to your knuckles. Once the battle ends with Buddha being the victor, the problem of which God will fight in the next round arises.

Ares is about to volunteer to take Buddha’s place before your husband announces that he will be fighting the next round. His declaration shocks his family but not you. Before leaving Helheim, you two discussed Hades’ participation. It was not much of a discussion but an understanding. You already knew Hades will avenge his beloved brother’s death no matter what. The only reason why it was discussed is because your marriage is heavily reliant on communication. Over the centuries, you and Hades have built a bond where neither of you need to voice something for the other to understand. While you did want to argue against his wish, you knew it would be useless. Hades might even see it as an insult that you would deprive him of his duty as the eldest brother. You may be worried, but you have faith in your beloved husband.

In a private room prepared for Hades is where you stay until the match starts. Under Hades’ orders, no one is to disturb your family until then. While he is confident that he will win this match, the time alone is for your sake. A way to ease your anxious heart. There you spend your time as a family, doing what you all would normally do. The knock on the door signifies that the round is about to begin. Hades is sent off with kisses as you hand him his bident. After making sure things are taken care of, you go back to the skybox where your husband’s opponent is walking down an elevated carpet into the arena.

Sitting on the same couch you watch the fight with a sunken stomach and a rapidly beating heart. You have faith in your husband, but you are still a wife. It is your job to worry about Hades’ wellbeing, God or not. It is not until Hades’ spear, Desmos, is destroyed when you stopped watching. Opting to let your bangs hide your eyes. Your heart drops to your stomach as is twists and turns. Your jaw is clenched so tight that you chip a tooth. You can no longer breathe. As your husband’s body begins to vanish to Niflhel, you leave the skybox. Your in-laws look at you with concern and pity. You find an empty hall to process what has just happened. Hearing a loud voice, you follow it as you know who it belongs to. Best to get there before things get out of hand.

“Adamas. That’s enough.”

“But you can’t be serious! They’re hiding the man responsible for killing Hades! Justice must be served!”

“Keep in mind brother that Hades saw Qin Shin as an equal. He acknowledged the human’s strength and in the end, I believe something of a friendship had been established between them. As his wife I ask of you, Adamas, to honor that.”

Adamas and the two Valkyrie sisters can see just how much you are holding in. The deep breaths you are talking tells them everything you need to know. Your brother-in-law huffs in a fit but respects your wishes. He walks off to who knows where and you are about to do the same until the older Valkyrie stops you.

“M’lady, you have my sincerest apologies for your husband’s death. I wish things did not turn out the way they did.”

In your white clothing you turn your head. “I appreciate it Brunhilde.”

“If I may, you have been a long fighter for humanity. Now that humanity is the reason behind Lord Hades’ death, will you turn your back against them?”

You turn around to face the sister who is still kneeling on the ground. Her pink haired sister stands behind her, unsure of what to do or say.

“It is true. Since I became a Demigod, I, like Hercules, have been fighting for humanity. Never once have I voted to exterminate their race. My affections for humanity have remained. I, like before, still have a compassion for them. Truth be told when I heard about Ragnarok, I was happy. Humanity has a chance at survival, but...but the love I have for my husband far exceeds the love I have for humanity. I no longer care for the outcome of this tournament...What happens will happen.”

You take in another deep breath and walk down the hall. “The only thing I care about right now is the fact that I am now a widow, and that my daughter is now fatherless.”

Walking through the building you pass by a couple of nymphs. Each bow to you out of respect and offering their condolences. Without knocking, you enter a somber room. A little girl is in tears as the servants try to console her. In her arms, she has a death grip on a stuffed owl her father gave her. You lay a hand on one of the servant’s shoulders, silently thanking them and asking for them to leave. Bowing, they leave their queen and princess to be alone. You gently caress the top of your ten-year-old daughter’s head before lifting up her head. The little girl looks just like her father. White hair with purple eyes. Only this time, her eyes are as glossy as ever.

Seeing her mother, she thrusts herself to you. Her small hands wrap around your neck, and she wails over the death of her dear papa. The owl still held tightly in her arms, getting soaked with her salty tears. Tightly, you hug the product of yours and Hades’ love. Finally, you let yourself go. Together you both cry over the great loss. You carefully drag her off the couch and place her on your lap. The servants outside the room look down at the floor in sympathy. Eventually, your daughter cries herself to sleep. Your white attire is now wet and stained. Scooping her up you head to where you entered Valhalla from. There you see your in-laws.

“Oh my...how is the little one?”

“She cried herself to sleep Zeus. She kept calling out to Hades…I’m afraid it’ll be like this for the next couple of days. Maybe weeks.”

The girl loved her father as much as he loved her. Despite his duties as king, he would always kiss her goodnight and even squeeze in a story or two. He got her the owl a day after she was born. He said it looked like her with its wide eyes. Hades was a stern but loving father. He always made sure to give his little love attention but would discipline her accordingly when she acted out. Helheim may not be a warm and welcoming place, but inside the palace it was. Just a couple of days ago your family was playing hide-and-seek. You and your daughter would hide as Hades tried to find you. Every time he found you, he would always go after your daughter first. Scooping her up in his arms, her innocent giggles, and his boisterous laugh. The memory starts to create a gloss over your eyes again.

Adamas places a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? Do you want to go back home right now?”

You give your brother a small and sad smile. “I appreciate the worry you all, but I am still Queen of Helheim. I have a job to do as its sole ruler now. Hades would be disappointed if I let things go downhill because of his death.”

“Will you not avenge his death?”

“Do not mock me Hermes. I want to avenge my beloved’s death, but Hades made me promise not to join Ragnarok...I will leave it to you all to avenge my husband. After all...only a Greek can seek retribution for another Greek.”

On your way through the portal to go to Helheim, her family bows to her. Walking, you remember something Hades said to you one night, a few years ago.

“I love my brothers, but loving you has a whole other meaning. Our sweet girl here is proof of that. The both of you are my life’s greatest treasures. She may be the center of my eye, but you my love, you are what my heart beats for. Never forget that.”

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

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 4 months

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ok I got an ideaaaa 🤭🤭

Mitsuri reader as the Goddess of Love from another pantheon and she met Aphrodite? But reader caught the attention of some greek gods? Like she did a kind act(u decide what) and then that caught the [gods] interest. Like bcs they never saw their own Goddess of love do something amazing like that lololol ig

W/ Greek bros, Hermes, Apollo mwah tyyy💕

-You were originally human, living and dying as a human, but you died for another, dying for love and for your sacrifice, several gods allowed you to ascend to Valhalla and you became a love goddess.

-While you weren’t as powerful or well known as goddesses like Aphrodite, you were adored by the gods who knew you.

-You were hardworking, from your time as a Demon Slayer, as you were a powerful warrior even if you didn’t look or act like it, and you had taken to your duties with helping others with love with ease.

-Your diligence and willingness to work is what caught the attention of so many, as you wanted everyone to get love, despite not having it for yourself, but you could tell that those who had come around that they wouldn’t be good matches for you.

-Many reminded you of the men you had marriage meetings with back on earth, ones who told you how odd your hair was, or that your large appetite and inhuman strength was a turn off.

-You let them all down gently, being polite before helping them find the person they were supposed to be with, playing matchmaker, but it made you happy, seeing everyone paired up with others that made them happy.

-You were unaware of a set of eyes that had been watching you from afar, as you were so unlike the goddess of love in his own pantheon, Aphrodite.

-You were always willing to help others, smiling so warmly, and treating everyone, men, women, and children, with such gentle kindness- it was refreshing really.

-It was your physical strength that made him finally get the courage to approach you. A rude god who had interrupted your time with some children who were making flower crowns and adorning your hair with flowers, grabbing your wrist, and demanding you go on a date with him.

-You politely refused, trying to turn him down gently while the kids all hid behind you, scared, but this god didn’t take kindly to your refusal, trying to drag you to go with him.

-This is when (Love) arrived, seeing you being accosted and he went to defend you before you glared up at this cocky god, “Fine, if you can beat me in a test of strength, I’ll go with you.”

-The god just laughed loudly, but agreed, not knowing of your true strength as you both got on either side of a table, for an arm-wrestling contest.

-When the god went flying, after you easily beat him, sending him head over heels and through a nearby wall, the kids all cheered for you as you beamed brightly, your hands on your hips in a victory pose.

-You heard someone else laughing behind you and you turned, seeing (Love) there, approaching you and the children. You smiled, greeting him warmly, unaware of the effect it had on him before he spoke, “Are you all right?”

-You flexed your arm that the asshole had been holding, showing him that you were perfectly fine, “Yes- nothing I couldn’t handle!” he was surprised, giving you a soft smile.

-The children all shared a look before making a quick exit, confusing you as you looked around, wondering why they had rushed off so quickly before (Love) held out a hand towards you, “May I have the pleasure of take you out for tea?”

-Your face quickly flushed red, from your neck to the top of your head, as you could tell, unlike the others who came to you, just for your beauty, his feelings were genuine, and you had only dealt with true feelings of another once before, back on earth.

-Hermes- He smiled softly, seeing you so flustered- you were truly a pure maiden. It was rather adorable, but he felt his heart soar as a smile appeared on his face as you accepted, placing your hand in the hand he held out to you. Hermes was a gentleman, holding the door open for you, pulling out your seat, and ordering a tea set, which included pretty looking cakes. Hermes was unlike any other man you had come across- he was so doting on you; he was so sweet. He would never tell you that he had been hesitant in approaching you, as he found you so perfect that you were intimidating, in his eyes. He wanted to stand by your side and you by his own side for the rest of eternity.

-Apollo- You knew of Apollo and how much of a ladies’ man he was, with the nymphs he usually surrounded himself with, so you were a little hesitant on accepting his invitation. He could see that, but he didn’t berate you or try to convince you otherwise, as that wouldn’t be honest of him, but he was surprised when you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you shyly took his hand, “Just tea, right?” You could feel the warmth he was radiating from elation as you at least accepted his invitation. You were willing to give him a chance at least to take you out, but you wanted to be his one and only, selfish of you to say, but you didn’t want to share your love. Apollo was nothing but a gentleman with you, giving you his full, undivided attention, asking about your likes and dislikes, and reciting poetry to you- he was so romantic! He was praying you were willing to give him a chance, and if you did, he would only focus on you. He was willing to wait- to prove himself to you.

-Ares- You were surprised when he approached you, as you knew that he and Aphrodite were an item, on and off again, but still! Ares was so sweet to you, asking you out to tea and when you accepted, he flushed so hard. He wasn’t used to soft affections like this, as Aphrodite was more interested in his body and bed skills, while with you- it was like you wanted his heart, you wanted the real Ares. He adored you and showered you with so much affection and when you returned it, he melted, easily falling even harder for you and it was hard not to fall for him either. The two of you became the cutest couple around, even Poseidon acknowledged how nauseatingly sweet the two of you were together. The only person not happy with you two going out was Aphrodite, who viewed you as a threat to one of her favorite boy toys, but Ares was willing to keep you safe from her, just as long as you kept loving him, which you had no issues doing.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hermes #ror apollo #ror ares

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