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Can you do a reader X Baal X Anat RoR story?

Baal is the Canaanite God of storms, fertility, and harvest (sometimes also being seen as a god of Spring due to him dying to Möt and his rebirth by having Anat (the Canaanite goddess of war) going to Hymr (the Underworld) and saving him.). He's seen as a gentle god to them but can have a bit of a temper if you mess with him, his lover, or his followers.

I'm thinking that the reader, Baal, and Anat are in the temple of Baal ( in Canaanite mythos, the gods lived in their temples and were dressed, fed, and cared for by their priests) when Baal or Anat gets called to fight Alexander the not so Great. You can choose who wins or of its wholesome or a bit of angst

Sorry if this is vague and you can't write it

A/N: Don't worry about it Anon, I usually only write for the characters I know about but this gave me such a great opportunity to learn something new! I just had to take the chance!! I'm sorry I took so long!

I hope I got it right, please enjoy it~♡

The storm gods eternal supporters 💙🌪

➩ Y/N once a worshipper to the god couple Baal and Anat, found themselves to have become their lover!Things were great for them and their relationship thrived while living in Canaan.

But one day their messenger brings serious news about Ragnarok having started, and either Baal or Anat are forced to fight for the gods. Causing disturbance to their peaceful lives!

➩ Reader type: Mortal Gn! Reader x Anat x Baal

⚠: Mild injury, light angst, arguing between couple, death of a character!

In the heart of Canaan, amidst the golden fields of wheat and the roar of distant thunderstorms, stood the grand temple of Baal.

It was a place of reverence and worship, where the Canaanite people gathered to pay homage to their beloved deity, the God of storms, fertility, and harvest.

Within its sacred walls, Baal, alongside his cherished lover Anat, resided, watched over and cared for by their devoted priests.

Y/N, a faithful follower of Baal and Anat, often found solace and guidance within the temple's hallowed halls.

They would offer prayers and sacrifices, seeking the benevolent favor of their gods, to be closer to them somehow.

One fateful day this wish that felt impossible came true, as Y/N was welcomed to become more than a worshipper, a friend, a lover.

All thanks to their endless devotion!

But happiness as it seemed wouldn't last forever once Ragnarok came around and on this particular day, the tranquility of the temple was shattered by urgent whispers and hurried footsteps in the distance.

Y/N looked up, their heart skipping a beat as they saw their loyal messenger before them. Anat and Baal pulls Y/N by their was it, closer to themselves protectingly.

There was a tension in the air, a sense of foreboding that Y/N couldn't shake.

Before Y/N could ask what was even going on, the messenger breathless and wild-eyed, finally spoke about the news he bore.

"My lords," he gasped, "The gods of Valhalla demand one of you to duel against Alexander the Great. Ragnarok it has-"

Anat's eyes blazed with fury, her grip on her spear tightening, she couldn't believe what she was hearing! Baal, usually serene and gentle, puts his hand on Anat's to calm her.

"We must act swiftly then, I will go and fight for us. I'll spare you from another battle my darling Anat.." He declared, his voice resonating with power and love.

Y/N and Anat stared at the god in disbelief, Anat's face tensing up with tears rolling down her face, rather than turning soft like Baal had hoped for.

"Are you out of your mind Baal! I shall confront this so called Alexander the great and protect you and Y/N from harm."

Y/N's heart clenched with fear at the thought of Baal or Anat facing such a formidable foe.

They pleaded silently for both their safety, knowing that with Baal's gentle nature could be overshadowed by his wrath if provoked, as well for Anat, who often could be reckless.

Baal's gaze hardened, something he rarely could do, especially to his lovers.

"As I've said I'll not risk your safety, Anat. This fight is mine to face alone.."

Anat clenched her first, the weight of their decision hanging heavy in the air. But before their debate could escalate further, a voice soft interrupted them.

"I know you want to protect us Baal, but understand where Anat is coming from.." declared Y/N, their voice gentle yet firm.

Baal and Anat turned to regard Y/N, their presence softened the tension between the bickering lovers. Anat's eyes softened as she reached out to caress Y/N's cheek.

Thankful for their understanding.

"Thank you my sweet Y/N, this is exactly why we adore you so~"

Y/N accepts the goddess and her warm caress, letting Anat stroke the side of their face until Y/N let's their hand cover Anat's.

Anat looks confused at her lover.

"But.. I do believe Baal should get the chance to prove himself, Anat."

"No.. No! I cannot bear to see Baal in harm's way! Please understand Baal!!"

Y/N smiled reassuringly at Anat, pulling her into a embrace while she panicked.

"Trust in our bond, Anat. Together, we can weather any storm." Baal spoke reassuringly, joining in on their shared embrace.

With a nod and a few tears, Anat reluctantly agreed to the decision. Baal would be the one to face Alexander, with Anat and Y/N standing vigil at the sidelines watching.

When that day came Anat and Y/N nervously watched, comforting each other.

The battlefield raged with the fury of a thousand storms as Baal clashed with Alexander. Lightning crackled and thunder roared, shaking the very foundations of the cosmos.

Baal fought with all his might, his power unleashed in a torrent of divine wrath. But Alexander proved to be a formidable opponent, his tactics cunning and his resolve unyielding.

Baal found himself gravely wounded, his strength waning with each passing moment.

Anat's cry of anguish pierced the chaos of battle, tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched her beloved falter. Y/N's heart ached at the sight too, their own tears mingling with Anat's.

Baal, battered and bruised, felt the darkness closing in around him. But then, amidst the cacophony of battle, he heard their cries.

The voices of his beloveds reached him, stirring something deep within his soul.

With a roar of defiance, Baal summoned every last ounce of strength within him. With renewed determination, he pressed on, his every strike fueled by the love and devotion of Anat and Y/N.

Finally, the tide of battle turned. Alexander faltered before the might of Baal's fury.

With one final, decisive blow, Baal emerged victorious. As the dust settled, Baal stumbled forward, his wounds still raw and bleeding.

But then, he saw them, his lovers rushing to his side, their arms open wide in welcome. With a grateful yet weak smile, Baal collapsed into their embrace, the weight of his victory and his wounds finally catching up to him.

But in the arms of his beloveds, he found solace and strength, knowing that together, they would weather any storm that came their way.

#writing #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #reader x canon #ror #snv #ror Baal #ror Anat #baal #Anat #light angst #slight angst #angst #arguing #polyamory #poly couple #gn reader #alexander the great

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sigyns-drafts · 1 month

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If it's okay can I please ask for a jealous thor x kianna smut if you're comfortable with that

And the rest is up to you

A/N: Why yes, of course Nunez! I'm always up to explore what I can write, I hope you like what I've cooked up for you! <3

Thunderous Jealousy ⚡❤

➩ In the grand halls of Asgard, amidst a feast celebrating another victorious battle, Thor, the mighty god of thunder, found himself consumed by an unfamiliar emotion.

Jealousy, his lover, Kianna, with her brown short locks and elegant black dress adorned with a striking red bow, had caught the attention of another guest, a handsome warrior neither of them knew.

➩ Reader type: Oc x RoR!Thor

⚠: Jealous partner, being hit on by a stranger, passionate kissing, intimate touching, dirty talk, teasing, indication of public love making, non explicit description of love making, cliffhanger!

Thor watched with a growing unease as the warrior approached Kianna, his charming demeanour drawing her into conversation.

Despite Kianna's polite and nervous demeanour around strangers, especially men. Thor's thunderous gaze did not go unnoticed by the observant guests.

Feeling the prickling heat of jealousy surging through him, Thor clenched his jaw and made his way swiftly toward Kianna and her suitor.

With each step, his resolve hardened, his protective instincts taking hold. As Thor reached them, he could sense Kianna's discomfort, her eyes subtly seeking his reassurance.

Without hesitation, Thor gently but firmly grasped Kianna's hand and pulled her away from the warrior's presence, his touch possessive yet tender.

"Excuse us.." Thor muttered curtly to the bewildered warrior before leading Kianna to a secluded alcove away from prying eyes.

Once they were alone, Thor released a pent-up breath, his expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

"Kianna, I couldn't bear to see another man begging for your attention like that, are you alright?" he confessed, his voice laced with raw emotion and worry.

Kianna, understanding the source of Thor's turmoil, placed a comforting hand on his arm.

"Thank you my dear.. I'm okay I suppose."

She reassured him, her gaze unwavering.

"There is no need for jealousy though, for your love is all I could ever desire Thor~"

Thor's tense demeanour softened at Kianna's words, his heart swelling with relief and gratitude.

But then there was something else he suddenly felt, lust.

Pulling the smaller woman close by her waist, the dress revealed enough curves for Thor's imagination to run wild.

Cupped her face in his hands, his lips seeking hers in a kiss filled with passion and longing.

In that moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the echo of their shared love and feelings towards each other.

For Thor, the flames of jealousy had been extinguished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and devotion for the woman who held his heart.

Thor's lips were warm and soft, his tongue tasting sweet and familiar.

Despite the intensity of their current situation, Kianna couldn't help but get lost in the moment.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and dip, making her shiver in delight.

"Then prove to me Kianna, how much do you desire my love tonight~"

Thor whispered, his breath hot as he pulled away from their kiss and went against her ear.

"I want to take you here, right now-"

"We shouldn't!" Kianna interrupted, her heart pounding in her chest.

"We are in public..!"

Thor sighed, before he bites her earlobe to make her quiet down. Kianna whimpered at the stinging sensation, blushing deeply.

"You're right, but if someone sees us. Let them know you're all mine~" Thor expressed with a small grin, his yellow eyes filled with pride at the thought.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this but, promise me one thing then..”

"Anything," Thor replied, his voice shaking with desire.

"Make love to me until neither of us can walk anymore," she demanded, her eyes filled with hunger.

"Show me how much you love me in return, Thunder god~”

Thor chuckled in a dark deep tone.

“As you wish little lady~" he said, picking her up with his strong arms, bridal style.

Thor led her to the nearest staircase, putting her down there so it would be easier for him to make love to her.

Kianna’s body was trembling in excitement.

As they ascended, Thor continued to tease her, but this time his fingers brushed against her covered lower half and his lips kissed her neck.

"I know you love to please me, but this time.. Let me give you something in return~"

Kianna moaned softly, her body begging for release. "Please, hurry.." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

"I need you inside me."

"Patience, my love," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

“We have all the time in the world for me to enter you..eventually~"

Thor gently roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her curves.

"Spread your legs, Kianna," The thunder god commanded, his eyes filled with hunger for what was about to come next.

“You're a tease Thor Odinsson~”

#writing #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #romantic fluff #romantic #cannon x oc #smut #ror thor #snv thor #ror thor x oc #snv thor x oc #thor x oc

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sigyns-drafts · 1 month

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Can you do a ror loki and child reader hel needing help taking care of her rotten skin, so they do like skincare? Thank you!!

A/N: Gladly Anon, I absolutely adore these ideas with reader Hel and Loki. Thought I didn't expect RoR! Loki, how interesting~

This is going to be to write about~ <3

A fathers healing touch! 💜💚

➩ In the halls of Asgard, Loki, the god of mischief, found himself facing an unexpected challenge. His youngest daughter, Y/N, had been suffering from a mysterious ailment that caused her skin to rot.

Desperate to help her, Loki was desperate to find a solution, despite his usual penchant for chaos and mischief.

➩ Reader type: Reader!Child Hel and RoR!Loki

⚠: Struggling with skin conditions, rotten skin, single father Loki trying his best! 😭

“Y/N, my dear daughter, fear not. We shall find a remedy for your skin.."

Loki tries his best to reassure Y/N who found herself sobbing uncontrollably. She was panicked, distraught over her condition.

The constant pain, the oils and creams that never seemed to heal her, helping her in the slightest. It was tiring and she had almost lost all hope!

"But father! We tried everything, and nothing seems to work. I fear this rot will consume me.."

Y/N sobbed, about to throw away what the two had been brought to possibly heal her rotten skin. She hated this and herself for being born this way!

But right when she was about to, Loki grabs her wrist gently, never harsh towards her but understanding of her struggles.

She lowers her hand carefully while the girl sobbed, calming down from her fit of blind rage. Loki takes the ointments out of her grasp and makes Y/N face him.

"Nonsense, my child! There is always a solution. I'll travel out to find something, you stay home alright?"

Loki smiles reassuringly at Y/N, wiping away her tears and snot from her round little face, like he had done ever since she was a baby.

His precious little baby.

“Alright.. Please be careful.”

Now filled with the same goal as the previous one. Loki, concerned for his daughter's well-being, decided find help.

He knew he couldn't rely on the traditional remedies the gods used for this issue.

Instead, he had no choice but to venture into Midgard, the realm of humans, in search of a solution.

He hated that it had come to this, that he needed to seek out the humans' remedies instead of the gods.

He almost felt a little ashamed since It was supposed to be the opposite! But he would do anything to help and insure his daughters happiness and health.

Arriving at a bustling marketplace, Loki in disguise stumbled upon a small stall adorned with an array of skincare products.

Intrigued, he approached the vendor, met with an elderly woman who gave him a gentle smile.

"Excuse me, my lady," Loki began, not even trying to sound nice but just to get this over with. He needed to save his daughter!

"My daughter is in dire need of assistance. Her skin has taken a turn for the worse, and I seek a remedy to heal her."

The vendor studied Loki for a moment, the god suddenly feeling anxiety wash over him, he was worried she would see through his disguise for a moment before she just nodded knowingly.

Much to Loki's relief who thought he had been caught!

"Ah, the skin is a delicate canvas, especially in harsh conditions. Fear not, for I have just the solution for your daughter."

She handed Loki an assortment of creams, oils, and serums, explaining their benefits and how to use them.

Loki, grateful for her guidance, paid for the products and hurried back to Y/N in their divine realm.

Upon his return, Y/N greeted her father with a mix of curiosity and scepticism.

"What is all this, Father?" she inquired, eyeing the skincare products in his hands.

"These, my dear child, are the tools to restore your skin to its former glory,"

Loki declared with a confident grin.

"We shall test these out on you, it will be like us doing some skincare together~"

Y/N hesitant at first, trusted her father's judgement and agreed to give it a try.

With Loki's guidance, they began their skincare routine, applying the creams and oils with care and precision on the parts of Y/N's body where her skin had rotted.

Loki always made sure to stop if it brought Y/N any discomfort or was starting to hurt.

After all, the rotten skin was almost like burn marks, they were sensitive and could easily hurt by the slightest touch.

As they worked together, Y/N couldn't help but notice a change. Her skin, once dull and lifeless, started to regain its vitality.

The cracks began to heal slightly, and a healthy glow returned to her complexion but the scars were still there.

"This is remarkable, Father!" Y/N exclaimed, marvelling at her reflection.

"I never imagined this was possible to heal, thank you so much father!"

Loki beamed with pride, his heart swelling with affection for his daughter.

"Nothing is beyond our reach when we work together, darling~"

Loki spoke softly, pulling Y/N into a gentle hug before kissing the top of her head with love and compassion.

#writing #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #fluff #angst #ror loki #snv loki #child reader #single father loki #reader and cannon

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sigyns-drafts · 1 month

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same mythical detective loki anon so sorry if you already started or something but adding onto the request !! perhaps it could be loki that breaks the news to freyr ? like he seeks him out because he feels freyr deserves to know or something. that's all ^_^ have a nice day !!!

I already got you covered Anon, thank you for your requests and please enjoy! You have a good day as well! ;D

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um hii on your main i saw you're into mythical detective loki ? so i was wondering if i could request a little fic on freyr's feelings after founding out abt heimdalls death ! love your work :)

A/N: Hello, yes I am very much into mythical detective Loki! I don't usually write for it but I'll make an exception for you since the fandom deserves more attention! <3

Freyr's grief 💔

➩ After Heimdall's untimely demise when he had fought Loki, driven by anger towards him for his missing eye. When it had been in fact Odin who had stolen it. Loki was forced to bring back depressing news, especially to Freyr. The aftermath wasn't easy and the god now found himself seeking shelter at the detective agency.

➩ Reader type: none!

⚠: Includes spoilers for Mayura’s backstory and the plot of the Anime/Manga! Mourning a characters recent death, mention of a deceased mother, grieving friends.

In the dimly lit room of the detective agency, Freyr sat with a heavy heart, mourning the loss of his dear friend Heimdall.

It was a rainy day, so all their friends were staying inside to mourn together. It was a bittersweet moment for it to rain on such an occasion as this.

Freyr's dark blue eyes, usually gleaming with pride and determination to impress Mayura and protect his sister Freya, now reflected sorrow and emptiness.

Loki understood how Freyr must have felt after losing a fellow god, someone they both knew, despite his and Heimdall’s own complicated history.

Loki approached Freyr, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder causing the god to twitch and look up at Loki.

"Freyr, I know this loss weighs heavily on you, Heimdall was a good guy, a loyal friend. You're welcome to stay for as long as you need to recover from this.."

Freyr sighed deeply, his voice choked with emotion, he looked away from Loki's gaze. Seemingly embarrassed to be seen like this grieving state.

"Thank you Loki, I just can't bear the thought of him being gone. But how could he even have perished like that..?"

“All thanks to Odin's schemes..”

Suddenly Yamino and Mayura entered the room, the man holding a tray with tea and some treats.

He had gotten help from Mayura to open the door carefully so they wouldn't disturb the peace.

The two walked up to them, both hovering over the two as Yamino spoke softly, putting the tray down on the coffee table and feeling the need to share some comforting words.

"Loss is never easy my friend, I've brought you some tea and treats to eat when you feel like it.”

“Thank you Yamino..”

“And I brought a blanket, so that you can warm up and feel a little more comfortable. It's raining so much today!”

Said Mayura as she looks at Freyr's depressed state, frowning and feeling bad for him.

She puts the blanket around him while the god sniffs, trying to wipe his growing tears away.

Mayura knew what it was like losing someone, after all she had lost her mother at a very young age!

She looks at Loki and Yamino, as if she was asking for permission to speak.

The two men just nodded, like they had read her mind and the woman would take a deep breath to prepare herself.

“Hey, I can understand what you're going through..”

Freyr slowly looks up, confused about what Mayura was about to tell him, slightly worried on how she could understand such pain and grief.

“I personally always try my best to remember the memories me and my mother shared whenever I miss her. After all, they will always live on in your heart."

That was the last straw for Freyr. Seeing the girl he wanted to impress, to charm so much, be here for him and say such words, tell him how much she could relate to his situation.

It broke him! With tears glistening in his eyes, Freyr nodded gratefully and whimpered to himself.

“My beautiful Japanese flower, I didn't know you knew what it was like. Thank you, all of you!”

Freyr expressed with gratitude as he suddenly latched himself onto Mayura's waist, but she really didn't seem to mind.

Patting his back to comfort him as he sobbed into her shoulder.

“There there mystery thief, you're going to be alright~”

#writing #mythical detective loki ragnarok #matantei loki #matantei loki ragnarok #angst #hurt/comfort #comfort #tw death

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sigyns-drafts · 1 month

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Alestor is queer, oh yes! ^-^

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sigyns-drafts · 1 month

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Hi, Thea. Thanks again for responding to my request! When I saw Nostradamus in Ror, it seemed to me that he probably likes love predictions… May I ask for a scenario in which Nostradamus makes a prediction to the fem reader about who her lover will be? (with Buddha, Hermes, Loki, Beelzebub).

A/N: Of course, how could i not!! I totally agree, Nostradamus would so enjoy helping others find potential love. Something he too deserves sometimes hehe!! <33

Nostradamus's love predictions 💕

➩ Y/N after hearing words of Nostradamus's talent in predicting ones future love life, becomes curious and decided to pay him a visit! There she learns of the gods she could end up with and even, how many children they would get. But of course not without its secrets that even Nostradumus cant tell.

Reader type: Fem!reader with Nostradamus, Buddha, Hermes, Loki and Beelzebub.

⚠: Love predictions, future possible outcomes, future relationships, future children, Intersex child, Keeping secrets from partner, secrets in general!

Where gods and humans collide in epic battles to determine the fate of humanity, there exists a young woman named Y/N.

She was an ordinary human, yet her destiny was intertwined with the most extraordinary beings in existence.

Little did she know that her life would be forever changed by a prophecy foretold by none other than the legendary prophet of the century, Nostradamus.

One fateful day, Y/N found herself seeking guidance from the most obnoxious man in all of human history, hoping to unravel the mysteries of her future.

As she stood before the smaller man, his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and he spoke in an excited, soft yet mysterious tone.

“Why hello Y/N, it's certainly good to see you! Say, what brings you here today~?”

"Nostradamus, please tell me of my future, I've grown curious after hearing what you're capable of!" Y/N implored, her heart pounding with anticipation.

She couldn't believe she was really going through with this!

Nostradamus's eyes widened at how direct the woman had been, eventually calming himself and nodded, his gaze piercing right through the woman.

Sending shivers up her spine, the man would just smile in response.

“Oh dear! Very well then, let us get into it already shall we, what will it be?”

“A love prediction please! Who will I end up with or fall in love with..?”

With a wave of his hand, he conjured images of four powerful beings before them.

Buddha, Hermes, Loki, and Beelzebub.

"You are destined to find love amidst chaos and turmoil," Nostradamus intoned, his voice echoing in the chamber they stood in, spacey but so empty.

"Four potential lovers shall cross your path, each offering a different path of destiny. Now isn't that interesting~"

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she listened intently to the prophecy that would shape her future.

She looks upon the chosen gods, she had met them before..

"First, there is Buddha, the embodiment of serenity and enlightenment.."

Nostradamus smirked to himself and looked at Y/N, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Would you also like to know the offspring count you'll have with them too~?”

Y/N tensed up and found herself almost speechless at this, who did this guy think he was!

Y/n felt herself start to get all flustered. Her face probably looks like a tomato ready to be plucked.

“Excuse me-! What kind of question is that!?”

Nostradamus lifts up his hand in defence, acting like he didn't know what he had done wrong!

“Hey! I'm simply just asking..So what will it be?”

Y/n thought about it for a moment, glaring at Nostradamus.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to see, after all the curiosity in who she would eventually get with was already eating her up inside!

“Fine! Tell me that too I suppose..ugh.”

Nostradamus chuckled to himself seeing Y/N’s expression and continued.

"With him, you shall bear him a son and find peace and spiritual awakening, but your path will be one of sacrifice."

Y/N imagined herself walking alongside the serene figure of Buddha, a little boy on her hip and finding solace in his wisdom and compassion.

Yet, she knew that such a path would demand great sacrifices, testing her resolve and strength.

"Next, there is Hermes, the messenger of the gods," Nostradamus continued, his voice taking on a mysterious tone.

"With him, you shall bear 6 sons and 2 daughters, one child being that of both sexses.

"You'll embark on a journey of adventure and discovery, but beware, for his path is fraught with danger and unpredictability.."

Y/N envisioned herself at Hermes' side with their many children and the possible struggles, aiding him in serving the gods and his father Zeus.

Exploring whatever secrets he was obviously hiding and being a part of it all.

The thought thrilled her adventurous spirit, yet she also felt a twinge of apprehension at the unknown dangers that lay ahead.

"Then, there is Loki, the trickster god," Nostradamus said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He seemed familiar with the god.

"With him, you shall experience passion and excitement, but be wary, for his love is as unpredictable as the shifting winds.."

“What about the children we could have?”

“Well.. Let's just say you'll have 2 for now”

Y/N shivered at the thought of what Nostradamus could be hiding, what did he mean but for now?

Y/N also thought about entangling herself with the enigmatic god, knowing all too well the chaos and mischief that followed in his wake.

Yet, she couldn't deny the allure of his magnetic charm and mischievous grin. Maybe it would be worth it?

"Finally, there is Beelzebub, the prince of darkness," Nostradamus concluded, his voice heavy with foreboding.

"With him, you'll have a daughter and you'll be aiding him at the ward with his..patients. But beware, for his love comes at a great cost and he will be hiding something from you.."

Y/N recoiled at the thought of being ensnared by the dark allure of Beelzebub, knowing the perilous path that awaited her should she succumb to his temptations.

Yet, she couldn't deny the forbidden thrill that stirred within her at the thought of embracing the darkness surrounding him.

As the visions faded and Nostradamus' prophecy came to an end, Y/N nodded and bowed respectfully.

“Thank you for your assistance Nostradamus! I'm grateful for the information, I'll use it wisely..”

“You better Y/n, ta-ta~!”

With that Y/n left with a choice that would shape the course of her destiny.

Would she choose the path of serenity with Buddha, the path of adventure with Hermes, the path of passion with Loki, or the path of darkness with Beelzebub?

With her heart torn between love and destiny, Y/N knew that her choice would not only determine her own fate but the fate of her love interests and future children as well.

And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, she set out on her journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead!

#writing #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #reader x canon #nostradamus #fem reader #ror buddha #snv buddha #ror hermes #snv hermes #ror loki #snv loki #ror beelzebub #snv beelzebub #future predictions #future children #secrets #up for interpretation #intersex

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sigyns-drafts · 2 months

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I have a question do you write yandere?

That is a very good question and I am happy you ask Anon!! I'd say yes, I do write yandere but it really depends on what the rest of the request would be about.

If it's stalking, alright! I'll just add a warning, but if it's heavy gore or non consensual. A big no no in the book!

Thank you anon! <3

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sigyns-drafts · 2 months

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Hi, again! Luv what you did for my request with Marie Antoinette! Reader! I love how you characterised her and how she interacted with others, notably Jack!

Hope it wouldn't be too much of a bother for me to request Amphitrite! Reader with Poseidon, sort of a re-imagining of their marriage story where Amphitrite is an elegant, diplomatic queen, and yet literally the only thing keeping Poseidon from drowning humanity entirely/not having the seas in war with other gods?

I imagine Trite and him originally met during the Titanomachy, where she was sided with her dad Oceanus, and later met again in the actual marriage myth. I'd also especially love to request the part in the myth where Poseidon couldn't rizz her up himself, so he sent every sea creature to do it for him, and she goes, not because they were convincing, but because she wanted him to do it himself.

I wish you the best, take care of yourself, and keep doing what you do! 😊

A/N: Hello and thank you so much for even suggesting it in the first place! It was a blast to give her some characteristics with what you gave me and put her next to different characters. Jack was the cherry on top~ 🤭

You already know the answer~ I'd gladly write about your wonderful Amphitrite! I wish you the same back, take care of yourself and as always, love your art work and I hope you enjoy✨💕

A Love Forged in the Depths 🌊❤+💙

➩ In the shimmering depths of the vast sea, where the currents weave tales of old, resided the regal domain of Poseidon, the tempestuous god of the oceans. Yet, beneath the tumultuous waves, there awaited a woman upon Poseidons arrival home.

It was Amphitrite, the elegant queen whose grace would temper with Poseidon's wrath as it often did! Soon enough bringing back the couple back down memories lane.

➩ Reader type: Amphitrite!reader x Poseidon

⚠: A bunch of romantic fluff and teasing!

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue upon the waters, Amphitrite awaited Poseidon's return to their coral-laden palace.

Her dark skin glistened under the iridescent glow, and her red eyes held depths as unfathomable as the ocean itself. With each graceful movement of her dark mermaid tail, she exuded a sense of regality and power.

As Poseidon emerged from the depths, his trident gleaming with a fierce light, Amphitrite approached him with a gentle yet resolute demeanor.

"Welcome home, my lord," she greeted, her voice a melody that calmed even the wildest of storms.

"I trust your ventures were successful~?"

Poseidon's gaze softened as he beheld his queen, the one who held sway over his heart like no other woman.

"Indeed, they were, my darling Amphitrite." he replied, his voice filled with genuine feelings of happiness to be with his love once more, but he was hiding something behind those dark blue eyes.

"But, the affairs of the sea are ever tumultuous, and my patience wears thin on these mortals.."

Amphitrite raises an eyebrow at his words, confused on what the mortals could've possibly done now. She placed a comforting hand on Poseidon's arm, her touch soothing the storm within him.

"I understand your frustrations, my love.." she said, her words a balm to his troubled spirit.

"But please remember, it is through rational thinking and restraint from your anger that we maintain balance in the world right?"

Poseidon grunted, his gaze drifting towards the distant horizon where mortals sailed upon the waves.

"Humanity tests my patience at every turn.." he growled, his grip tightening on his trident.

"They pollute my waters, plunder my depths, and show no respect for the power I wield."

Amphitrite nodded understandingly, her eyes never leaving his.

"Yes, they may be reckless and foolish at times," she conceded. "But they are also capable of great beauty and ingenuity. We must guide them, not punish them."

Poseidon sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly under Amphitrite's gentle persuasion.

"You speak wisdom, my queen. I'll think about this..." he admitted, his voice softer now.

"Perhaps I have been too quick to anger, too eager to unleash the fury of the sea.."

Amphitrite smirked, her radiant presence illuminating the darkness that threatened to consume them both.

"Exactly, together, we can achieve great things, my love~" Amphitrite said, her words a promise of unity and strength.

Poseidon took Amphitrite's hand in his own, the roughness of his touch softened by the tenderness in his eyes. He pulls her closer to himself, grabbing her waist.

"You are the anchor that holds me steady~" he confessed, chuckling under his breath. "Remember the day we first met?"

Amphitrite blushed and couldn't help but grin, biting her lip at the excitement Poseidon was expressing.

"Who do you take me for my king, of course I would remember such a embarrassing day upon your behalf, hehe~"

Once upon a time, amidst the chaos of the Titanomachy, where the Greek gods waged war against their predecessors.

Poseidon had first laid eyes upon Amphitrite here, as Oceanus's daughter and not his wife.

She fought alongside her father, her strength matched only by her elegance and diplomatic prowess.

Intrigued by her beauty and resilience, Poseidon sought to win her affections.

Yet, despite his attempts to charm her, Amphitrite remained steadfast, unmoved by his advances especially after this war.

Remaining loyal to her people and father! Unwilling to concede defeat, Poseidon devised a plan on a way to win her heart somehow.

Even if it took sending forth every sea creature under his command, from the majestic whales, to the playful dolphins.

Poseidon tasked them with persuading Amphitrite to accept his courtship. But unbeknownst to him, Amphitrite saw through his ruse, recognizing his reluctance to approach her directly.

It caused the woman great amusement that he wanted her so badly, but didn't dare set a foot before her.

One fateful day, as the ocean stirred with anticipation, Amphitrite decided to visit Poseidons domain and confronted him.

"Poseidon, god of the sea, why do you hide behind your creations?"

Poseidon, taken aback by her boldness to just enter so uncalled for caused his heart to skip a beat of panic. As he gazed upon her with newfound admiration.

"If your heart truly yearns for mine, then let your words be your own, not whispered through the mouths of creatures~"

The woman winks at him, about to turn away and leave, but Poseidon saw his chance and took it bravely!

"Amphitrite, daughter of Oceanus please wait! Your grace surpasses that of the ocean's depths, your wisdom and words are the most impressive things I've heard..!"

Amphitrite stops in her tracks, her red eyes shimmering with curiosity at what came next. A smug grin formed on her lips.

"Oh, is that so Poseidon~?"

"Yes! It is true..I have sought to win your favor through the sea's creatures, fearing rejection. But now, I stand before you vulnerable and sincere, asking for your hand in marriage.."

Finally the god of the ocean had said it, he had admitted to what had been so clear as running water, his true feelings and intentions for sending every creature in the sea to catch Amphitrite's attention.

"Poseidon," she replied, her voice soft yet resolute.

"Your sincerity brings me more enjoyment than any gesture orchestrated by you to win my heart. I accept your proposal, not because it was convincing but that you finally said it to my face, handsome~"

And so, beneath the starlit canopy of the ocean's depths, Poseidon and Amphitrite soon exchanged vows of love for each other, their union a testament to the enduring power of genuine affection and mutual respect.

As husband and wife, they were now both rulers of the sea and all its creatures, the same ones Poseidon had used to try winning Amphitrite's affection!

#writing #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #romantic fluff #romantic #reader x canon #ror poseidon #snv poseidon #amphitrite x poseidon #amphitrite #teasing #im feeling romantical #🥴

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Thank you for taking my request and if you're interested about reading more about her you can read it on my page Tumblr

No problem dear! It's always a pleasure writing for you and your wonderful character Kianna! I'll check you out and use that for future references if that's alright for you! 😊

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This is just another request but can I please ask for Thor with kianna komori

Like in this scenario he meets her during Ragnarok and ends up confessing his feelings but Adam intervenes and refuses and kianna

( also this is an au where Adam wins against the Zeus)

Doesn't say a word but agrees with Papa Adam because she knows Papa Knows Best and if it means walking away from someone that she loves then so be it since she doesn't want to get hurt again and because Papa Knows Best

A/N: Hello, yes of course! I'd love to take another request, we love some protective Papa Adam!! ✨😼

Papa knows best 🤍

Adoptive daughter of Adam OC x Thor

➩ During the second round of Ragnarok, as Thor watches from afar at the fight. A young mortal woman caught his eye, filled with only worry for her father Adam. The woman was dressed in so much white it was almost hard for Thor to look away.

And worse enough, fate had decided that he would finally feel something he had never felt before, was this love? After the fight is over and Adam triumphantly wins. While the gods are outraged Thor walks off, promising he'll only check on the girl he had seen.

➩ Reader type: OC x RoR!Thor

⚠: Rejection to love confession, a parent rejecting their child's love intrest, a character being badly injured, overprotective father.

In the midst of Ragnarok's chaos, Thor, the god of thunder, found himself face to face with Kianna Komori, a mortal girl dressed adorned with white roses in her dark brown hair and along her long flowing dress as well.

Bows and jewels of the matching colors of the purest color. That is probably why the thunder got had noticed her in the first place.

She stood out amidst the fights between God and men, the poor girl watching with worry in her golden eyes as her father, Adam father of humanity fought for his children.

She prayed that he would emerge safety as the blonde man fought Zeus out of all the gods and eventually.. He had won!

Their eyes met when Kianna started to cheer, tears falling down her cheek. Something stirred within Thor's heart, it made him feel something he had never felt before, not for someone like her..

After the fight ended, Thor did something that was very much unlike him.

While the gods were outraged that they had lost the second round, Thor distanced himself and went to go find this woman he had met eyes with.

He swore he just wanted to make sure everything was alright, nothing more.

Kianna and her mother Eve, together with her two older brothers had just visited their father and husband heal up within a strange glowing tube.

The breathing mask and many wires that were attached to him was a difficult sight.

So much so Kianna needed to step outside for a bit, despite what she had just seen and experienced, she couldn't have been more relived on her fathers behalf.

It was just a very overwhelming situation..

"Are you alright, mortal? This battle is fierce and can be difficult to watch.."

Thor spoke quietly as he approached the shorter woman, larger in comparison to her.

Kianna turns quickly to face the long red haired man and jumps slightly, her heart beating hard and her eyes widening.

She wondered why a god like her was even here at this time?! Why was he so concerned about her out of all people?

"I... I'm fine. Just trying to calm down after what I've just witnessed.."

"During these times, that is nothing compared to the bloodshed I've seen.

But fear not, for I shall protect you with all my might if you wish me to.."

"Protect me..?" Kianna questions, blushing slightly at this random offer.

As Thor extended his mighty hand to Kianna, a voice echoed from behind, halting their moment.

It was Adam, Kianna's adoptive father who had emerged from his healing station, his threatening gaze stern and protective!

Still covered in bruises, injuries he halts over to them, dragging himself with all his strength. "Stay back, Thor. My daughter's safety is not your concern."

Chaos could be heard coming from inside the labs where Adam had been resting not long ago, the screams of panic from Eve and his sons could be heard, realizing he was missing.

But Adam had to care later!

Thor raises an eyebrow and grunts, having not expected Adam a mere mortal to be up and going after such a fierce fight. Barely anyways as his state hadn't improved a lot.

"But I mean her no harm..I only wish to ensure her well-being amidst all this.."

Adam lifts his arm and stands in front of Kianna to shield her.

Kianna herself being as shocked as her family at this point, barely had time to react!

"P-Papa what are you-!?"

"I appreciate your intentions, but Kianna's safety is my responsibility. She doesn't need to be involved with gods and their affairs."

Kianna embraced her father from behind and remained silent, torn between her affection for Thor and her loyalty to Adam.

Thor realizing Adam was going to be in the way of them ever speaking together again, for the first time in his life did something on impulse! He needed to reveal his confession!

"Kianna, I must confess something to you. Amidst all of this, I have found myself drawn to you in ways I cannot explain.."

Kianna's heart raced at Thor's words, but she dared not speak, knowing her father's disapproval was for certain.

Yet, she found the thunder god to secretly be such a sweet guy for offering himself to protect her, when they didn't even know each other. It was a rough situation.

Adam having heard enough grew inpatient and turns to Kianna, grabbing a hold of her, only for the poor girl to be holding him up so that he would not collapse onto the floor.

"Enough you cruel god.. Kianna, we must leave and go back inside." The man groans, trying to stand up and lead them.

"Papa please, you didn't have you do this to yourself!" Kianna expressed with worry.

She nodded obediently at her fathers words, her eyes betraying her inner turmoil as she reluctantly turned away from Thor.

Thor watched as Kianna and Adam disappeared into the lab rooms again, a heaviness settling in his chest.

He knew this had been a bad idea at the start and that he had to let her go, for her own safety and happiness.

As Kianna walked beside Adam, she stole a glance back at Thor as he too turned around and was about to walk off, barried within his own dark and deep thoughts.

Kianna's heart was heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.

But she trusted Adam's judgment, believing that he knew what was best for her, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness and possible future life she could've had with Thor.

After all, Papa knows best.

#writing #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #angst #rejection #cannon x oc #ror thor #snv thor #ror thor x oc #snv thor x oc #protective father #ror adam #snv adam

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POV me when you just exist

Awhh youre so sweet Nunez!!✨

It means a lot hearing you appreciate my existence so much haha~! Thank you

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【☀Lazy Sunday chase🐍🌾】

Adopted!Oc with Loki's family

➩ Heldril had been taken into Loki's family, thanks to Sigyn finding the young girl wandering alone during winter ''exploring''. After being accepted with open arms, Heldril quickly adjusted into her new life and chaotic famliy!

Matching their strange natures and behavior, like she had always belonged there. Compared to most days the famliy spent outside, on this sunny day it seemed like Loki was in a playful mood, enough to be planning on something for them to do today!

➩ Reader type: None!

⚠: Family fluff, romantic fluff, flirting between parents, siblings teasing each other!

A/N: This was orignally a story that i posted on my main blog, as a gift for my online daugther @heldril oc, Heldril! I thought i would repost it here to bring back good old memories, i adore you so much kiddo!! ♡

Loki and his family were spending a lazy Sunday afternoon together, lounging in the grass outside of Asgards walls. It was a rare occasion and one with unusual peace and relaxation for the trickster god, who always found himself up to no good.

Sigyn was lying on a picnic blanket, her eyes closed as she was soaking up the warm sunlight with a relaxed smile. Loki shifts his gaze at her and couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“Sol really does help your freckles show, darling~” The god said softly, admiring his wife happily.

The amount of joy he got from just staring at her was unbelievable.

“Oh is that so, have you been staring again~?” Sigyn chuckled, smirking at him.

She could tell he had been staring at her and loved teasing him for it.

Loki let out a laugh as he felt his cheeks turn red, he should have known he would be caught sooner or later!

It wasn’t often Sigyn’s freckles were ever visible on her face. For some reason, they would only appear in bright sunlight over time, but so would the slight sun burns she so easily got. It was a shame!

In the distance Sleipnir, Fenrir, and Vali could be heard playing tag. They were always nearby and so very loud too!

It almost disturbed Hel as she was reading a book to Heldril and Narfi, both siblings sitting patiently listening. Meanwhile Jormungandr bathed in a lake near by.

Suddenly, Loki jumped up from his seat and announced, “I have an idea! Let’s play a game everyone!”

Hel could be heard sighing intentionally loudly, “Oh father, and what could that possibly be?”

“Probably something stupid, I bet” Narfi expressed, not seeming so enthusiastic as Hel.

“Oh I love games!” Sleipnir neighs, trotting over to the rest of his famliy, his brothers right behind him trying to keep up!

“Sleipnir youre always so eager for a new challenge or game aren’t you? Just like fenrir.” Jormungandr teases, turning into his more humanoid form to join in more easily on the family game.

“Oh shut it jormi! At least we have a sense of wanting to achieve things around here, lazy bum” Fenrir barks at his snake brother. Much to Jormungandr’s entertainment.

“Gosh you’re so easy to make tense brother~!” Jormungandr spoke one last time before Loki stares at the two.

Obviously telling them with his expression that it was time to stop.

“It’s a new game i just invented at the spot,” said Loki with a mischievous grin.

“I’ll hide somewhere in the woods, and you all have to come find me. But here’s the twist - I can turn into any animal I want, and you have to chase me down.”

The children and Sigyn all looked at each other excitedly at the prospect of the game, but Narfi, as always seemed a little hesitant.

“I don’t know about this..” said Narfi.

“What if something goes wrong?”

Loki just laughed. “Relax, kid. It’s just a harmless game. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Yeah brother! Listen to dad, If something goes wrong I’ll protect you!” Heldril spoke proudly, always ready to protect her younger siblings from harms way.

“Well i- I was thinking more about pa-” Before Narfi could voice any further of his concerns, Vali jumps on top of him out of excitement.

Causing the boy to fall on his back, “oof!”

“Oops- Let’s start!!” He grind happily waving his hands around, still on top of Narfi.

“Okay, everyone close your eyes and count to ten,” Loki instructed, as he snuck off into the woods to find a hiding spot.

With that the game began. Loki shifting into different animals along the way to get a head start. The children and Sigyn counted and waited before they started chasing after him, laughing and shouting.

The gods and creatures around the woods probably wondering what was going on.

The family split up. Everyone comping the woods, looking behind trees and under bushes, but Loki was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the bushes, and Fenrir let out a growl.

“I think I smell him!” he exclaimed, as he took off in the direction of the sound.

Heldril and Narfi who had grouped up with fenrir followed him, running as fast as they could through the woods.

Eventually Heldril stops as she saw Narfi gasping for air.

“Oh crap! Nari you alright buddy?” Heldril asks slightly concerned at her brothers well being. Narfi nodded just trying to catch his breath back.

“F-Fenrir..is getting away we need to-”

“Get on my back brother!”

“Wha-?!”

Just like that Heldril picks Narfi up and runs her quickest to catch up with Fenrir again. Narfi was for sure taken by surprise but at least they’d make it!

Back together again, Heldril let’s Narfi down and pants heavily, soon enough they caught glimpses of Loki in various animal forms - a bird, a rabbit, even a snake - it felt quite impossible to catch up to him.

Finally, after what felt like hours of chasing Loki through the woods, they all managed to corner him in a small clearing.

Loki gave up and in his snake form, he carefully starts slithering up to Sigyn and around her arm she had offered him.

“You got me,” Loki said with a sigh, sad they couldn’t keep on playing forever.

Sigyn couldn’t help but smirk as she clearly had something clever to say. As she held her husband up.

“A snake huh, suits you at the very moment sly one~” she spoke, teasing him excitedly.

Loki just hisses at her with his snake tounge as he transformed back into his human form and ends up in his wifes arms.

“Oh shush!” He blushed rolling his eyes jokingly.

The children couldn’t help but all collaps onto the ground, panting and laughing. Sigyn puts Loki down but continues to hold him close.

“That was truly an amazing adventure!” Heldril said, her eyes shining with excitement.

“Absolutely! Can’t wait to get back into the waters..” said Jormungandr, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh brother, such a selfish soul..” Hel shook her head in a joking manner, making fun of Jormungandr’s behavior.

“Am not! I’m literally cooking out here and have for a long time now. I might shed my snake skin and throw it at you if you don't watch it Hel!”

Jormungandr tries to defend himself, joking back. Waving his hand on himself to try to cool down.

“But seriously guys, good job! Next time, I’ll be even trickier to catch.” Loki jokes, picking up Vali who was exhausted to his limits. Tounge out and everything pretending to be dead.

Sigyn finds his behavior silly and chuckles, but gets to the point of what she was going to say. “Now, who’s ready for some lunch?”

“You bet I am!” Fenrir barks, his tail wagging excitedly.

“Make that two, don’t let the greedy wolf eat everything me and Sigyn brought.” Hel spoke, calmly hiding away her smirk.

“Hey! What was that for?!” Fenrir raised an eyebrow and looked offended.

“Make it three! I’d die for some juicy apples right now.” Sleipnir happily joins in.

So with that the family went out of the woods and back to their picnic blanket. The rest of the afternoon was filled with food and joy, as Loki and his family enjoyed each other’s company and the simple pleasure of being together.

#writing #norse mythology #fluff #famliy fluff #gift #loki's family #loki #sigyn #sleipnir #hel #fenrir #jormungandr #narfi and vali #heldril #romantic fluff #fanfic #loki x sigyn #logyn

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Wassup! How ya doin? So, I've been looking through your stuff, and honestly, DAMN you write good! If it's not too much, I'd like to request for ROR Buddha, Ares, Hermes, and Jack interacting with or having teatime with Marie Antoinette reader?

After reading her up as to what she was actually like, I'd like to think that after her death, she started leading a more modest lifestyle cause I like the idea of her becoming a cottage core girlie, but still maintaining some level of opulence from her life, like jewelry, or love of sweets.

That'd be all! Wish you the best!

A/N: Hello, I'm doing just fine today and thank you so much for asking and for the compliment!! I'm very passionate about my works and writings. 👀

Glady I will, it's never too much. I hope you're also doing fine and if not, please enjoy what I've got for you. Also did you draw that? It's stunning!!

I absolutely adore this idea you have for Marie Antoinette, 100℅ cottagecore girl!~ <3

Teatime with Marie Antoinette ☕🤍

➩ Marie Antoinette, adorned in a gown of shimmering silk and gold jewelry, sat gracefully at a marble table set with delicate porcelain teacups and dainty pastries. Across from her, sat an empty chair for whoever would want to join her.

And much to the woman's surprise, who was used to being alone in this afterlife because of her past, would be having some company after all, much to her delight!

➩ Reader type: Marie Antoinette!reader with Buddha, Ares, Hermes and Jack the ripper.

⚠: Mentions of past death, murders, past regrets & flashbacks, angst, jacks mommy issues!

Buddha:

The scent of blossoms hung heavy in the air and the gentle rustle of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to the graceful Marie Antoinette, who found herself seated at a elegantly set tea table.

Opposite her sat Buddha, the enlightened one, who had joined her for tea, albeit for an unconventional reason.

Marie Antoinette, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected guest, regarded Buddha with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

"Welcome, honored Buddha," she greeted, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

Buddha, his serene expression unchanged, offered a gentle smile.

"I have come for the pastries," he replied simply, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"But I am also curious to hear your story, Madame Antoinette."

Marie Antoinette's laughter bubbled forth like a sparkling stream, her mirth contagious in the tranquil garden.

"Well, Buddha," she exclaimed, her eyes dancing with amusement, "you are in luck, for I have plenty of pastries to share, and a story to tell that is as rich as the treats before us."

As they indulged in the delectable pastries, their conversation flowed effortlessly, traversing the realms of history, philosophy, and the intricacies of human nature.

Despite their stark differences in background and beliefs, Marie Antoinette and Buddha found a surprising kinship in their shared appreciation for life's simple pleasures.

Buddha listened intently as Marie Antoinette regaled him with tales of her life as the Queen of France, her voice animated with passion and warmth.

From her extravagant balls and lavish feasts to the tumultuous political landscape that defined her reign, she painted a vivid portrait of a woman caught in the whirlwind of history.

"And what of you, Buddha?" Marie Antoinette inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"What led you to seek enlightenment and transcendence?"

Buddha's expression softened, his gaze turning inward as he reflected on his journey towards enlightenment.

"I sought to understand the nature of suffering and the path to liberation," he explained, his voice serene yet filled with compassion.

"In the pursuit of truth, I found a deeper understanding of the human condition and the interconnectedness of all beings."

Marie Antoinette nodded thoughtfully, her admiration for Buddha's wisdom evident in her eyes.

"A noble quest indeed," she remarked, her voice tinged with respect. "And yet, here we are, bound together by a shared love for pastries and the joy of good company."

Buddha had to let out a small chuckle, "Hah, indeed we are Madame, indeed we are."

Ares:

Marie Antoinette found herself seated at a gracefully adorned tea table, her delicate porcelain cup filled with fragrant brew.

Across from her sat Ares, the formidable god of war, his imposing presence softened by the ambiance of their setting.

Marie greeted Ares with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with charm. "Welcome, Lord Ares," she said graciously, extending a dainty hand in greeting.

"I am delighted to have your company for tea this evening."

Ares, his expression stoic yet tinged with uncertainty, returned the gesture with a curt nod.

He shook her hand as gently as he was able to, afraid to somehow hurt her. His hand was much bigger than hers after all and compared to her, he was a god.

"The pleasure is mine, Madame Antoinette," he replied, his voice gruff yet respectful.

"I must admit, tea is not something I am accustomed to, but I am willing to partake.."

As they settled into their seats, Marie Antoinette poured tea for both herself and Ares, her movements graceful and practiced.

Ares, however, found himself struggling with the delicate intricacies of tea etiquette, his fingers fumbling awkwardly with the delicate teacup.

Marie Antoinette let out a small giggle behind her hand as she watched Ares' attempts, finding his earnestness endearing despite his lack of finesse.

"Fear not, Lord Ares," she reassured him, her voice laced with amusement.

"Tea drinking is an art form, but with a bit of guidance, I am certain you will master it in no time."

With patient encouragement, Marie Antoinette guided Ares through the proper technique of holding the teacup, lifting it with elegance, and sipping the tea with refined grace.

Though Ares initially struggled to emulate her poise, he soon found himself growing more accustomed to the ritual, his movements becoming smoother with each attempt.

As they conversed over tea, Marie Antoinette regaled Ares with tales of her life in the royal court of France, her anecdotes punctuated by laughter and animated gestures.

Ares listened intently, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of admiration and bemusement.

"And what of you, Lord Ares?" Marie Antoinette inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"What tales do you have to share from ancient Greece?"

Ares' expression softened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"My tales are not ones of refinement and elegance. They're just not suitable for a fair lady such as you," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of determination in doing the proper thing he thought was best.

Even if it had sparked her curiosity and interest to hear what went out on the battlefield, Marie Antoinette simply just nodded and chuckled in return.

"Whatever you say Ares, if that is what you wish."

Hermes:

Marie Antoinette found herself seated at a beautifully adorned tea table, her porcelain cup filled with delicious warm tea.

Before her stood Hermes, the fleet-footed messenger of the gods, his presence exuding an air of elegance much like her own and efficiency.

Hermes, clad in his customary black suit and carrying a tray laden with delicacies, bowed respectfully before Marie Antoinette.

"Madame Antoinette," he greeted, his voice smooth as silk.

"I have come to attend to your needs as your humble bulter this evening."

Marie Antoinette smiled graciously, her eyes filled with appreciation.

"Oh thank you, Hermes," she replied, her voice soft and filled with a sincere warmth.

"But I would much prefer your company, if you would be so kind."

Hermes hesitated for a moment, unused to be offerd this by someone he saw as a guest to him and the other gods court.

But he found himself unable refuse the request of the gracious lady in front of him.

With a nod of acquiescence, he set down the tray and took a seat opposite Marie Antoinette, his demeanor composed yet curious.

As they began to engage in polite conversation, their words flowing effortlessly between them.

Despite their best efforts to maintain a sense of decorum, a sudden mishap occurred when Marie Antoinette inadvertently knocked over a delicate teacup, causing it to spill it's contents onto the table.

"Pardon me, sir," Marie Antoinette exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"I did not do that on purpose!"

Hermes' expression softened with recognition as he realized the significance of her words.

Those were her last words before she was executed.

"No need to apologize, Madame Antoinette," he replied gently, his voice tinged with sympathy as he took out a napkin from his pocket.

"Its okay for even those of high statuses to make mistakes and be a bit clumsy."

Marie Antoinette nodded but quickly grew quiet, her thoughts drifting back to the events of her mortal life, to the past tumultuous moments leading up to her untimely demise.

Yet, despite the weight of her memories haunting her, she found solace in Hermes' understanding gaze, his silent support a balm to her troubled soul.

"I apologize for my words, Madame Antoinette but I'm being truthful." Hermes spoke once more, his eyes filled with compassion.

"I did not mean to cause you so much distress."

"How did you- doesn't matter.."

Marie Antoinette shook her head, offering him a gentle smile. She wasn't sure how Hermes was able to tell something was off about her.

Was it because he was a divine being or because it was so obvious? Either way it didn't matter.

"It is quite all right, Hermes. You haven't..i just had to remember something." she replied, her voice filled with forgiveness.

"In fact, I am grateful for your understanding. You're right, even I can make mistakes."

"Exactly, now let me clean this up for us so we can continue this splendid tea party, hm~"

Jack the ripper:

In the serene gardens of the afterlife, Marie Antoinette sat gracefully at a finely set tea table, her porcelain cup filled with warm tea, her mind lost in contemplation.

Suddenly, she sensed a presence approaching, and to her surprise, Jack the Ripper emerged from the shadows, his demeanor creepy yet strangely intriguing.

Jack, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, bowed respectfully before Marie Antoinette.

"Madame Antoinette," he greeted, his voice a low murmur, "I hope you do not mind if I join you for tea. After all, who am I to resist such a grand offer?"

Marie Antoinette, though taken aback by the unexpected company, of such a known killer gestured graciously for Jack to take a seat.

"Of course, Monsieur Ripper, who am I to dismiss some company!" she replied, her voice composed yet tinged with curiosity.

"I welcome you, unlike most here.." She sighs, recalling how many had been very cold towards him.

Though who were they to blame for having murdered innocent women.

As they settled into their seats, Marie Antoinette and Jack engaged in polite conversations at first, their words dancing between until it slowly took a deep turn.

Jack, ever the enigma, shared tales of his past, his voice tinged with a mixture of remorse and defiance.

Marie Antoinette listened intently, her heart heavy with empathy for the man shrouded in darkness.

Yet she still had to think about his poor victims and how it could've all been avoided if Jack's mother hadn't snapped, same went for the bearded man himself.

"And what of you, Madame Antoinette?" Jack inquired, his gaze piercing yet strangely gentle.

"How did you find yourself in the halls of the afterlife?"

Marie Antoinette's expression softened as she recounted the events of her mortal life, from her rise as the Queen of France to her tragic demise at the hands of the revolutionaries.

She usually wouldn't have shared such memories with someone, for it haunted her so deeply til this day.

But knowing Jack hadn't been any better than her when he was alive, she felt like she could speak of the trials and tribulations she faced, her voice filled with hidden sorrow.

As their conversation delved deeper into the intricacies of their pasts, Marie Antoinette and Jack found themselves bound by a shared understanding of the burdens they bore.

Even with the vast chasm that separated them in life, they discovered a common thread of humanity that transcended the boundaries of time and circumstance.

Suddenly, amidst their conversation, a faint sound echoed through the garden, the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps.

Marie Antoinette's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see her beloved child, running towards her with arms outstretched.

"Mama!" the child cried, tears streaming down their cheeks, seeking solace in their mother's embrace.

Marie Antoinette's eyes brimmed with tears as she enveloped her child in a warm embrace, her heart overflowing with love for her youngling.

"Oh darling what are you doing here?!"

As she glanced up at Jack, she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a glimpse of the vulnerability that lurked beneath his hardened exterior.

Jack watched the tender scene unfold before him, a bittersweet smile playing upon his lips. In that moment, he saw himself reflected in the child's tears, a lost soul seeking comfort in the arms of their mother.

"Well aren't they a adorable little one~"

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If it's okay can I please ask for another Poseidon X kianna

But where Adam intervenes and rejects the idea of her being with Poseidon

Because he believes that Poseidon will eventually get bored of her and kill her or break her heart

and he doesn't want his daughter being put through horrible pain again since he knew the abuse she went through and knows the trauma she went through and just wants to protect his daughter

Also in this scenario she rejects Poseidon even if she feels the same because Papa Knows Best

And the rest is up to you

A/N: Hello once again Nunez! I'll gladly write you another one of these, as I enjoy it very much and I don't doubt that you do too! I hope the way I've written your oc is right! Please enjoy this angst filled one shot~ <3

The tragic story of Amphitrite. 🤍

Adoptive daugther of adam oc x Poseidon

➩ kianna becomes the adoptive daugther of Adam, father of humanity after a difficult childhood, where she was abused so much she thought she could never be loved. Once she was old enough she started to isolate herself and finds comfort in the ocean and the sound of the waves.

With time she is able to recreate the sounds it makes with her voice and without her knowlage Poseidon god of the sea had started to watch over her and falls for her beauty. He wants to confess his feelings, but when he is about to do it, Adam steps in.

➩ Reader type: Oc x Poseidon

��: Unhealthy relationship, past mentions of trauma, abuse, physical abuse, scars from past abuse, kidnapping, forced relationship, eventual consent, cliffhangers.

In a town near the ocean side, lived a mortal woman named Kianna koromi.

She was a beacon of beauty, with her short brown locks, her singing voice like the waves, and her eyes, the color of the sun.

But Kianna carried scars beneath her robes, scars left behind by a past of abuse and trauma. Her stepfather had hurt her, so much in fact she thought she was unlovable at some point.

But despite the pain, she remained hopeful, finding solace in the gentle rhythm of the ocean. Once she grew old enough, she found a new family to support her which was Adam and Eve's family.

Then eventually rejecting society to live on her own and spending time with the sea. The only thing that brought her a peace of mind.

Unbeknownst to Kianna though, Poseidon, the mighty god of the sea, had been watching her from his watery realm.

Enthralled by her grace and resilience, he yearned to confess his feelings to her.

Gathering his courage, Poseidon emerged from the depths and approached Kianna one evening as she walked along the shore.

"Kianna," Poseidon spoke, his voice deep and resonant like the ocean's roar.

"I have watched over you from afar, captivated by your spirit. Will you grant me a moment of your time?"

Kianna looked up, startled by the presence of the god before her. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and caution.

"I am Poseidon, ruler of the seas," he replied, his eyes softening as he beheld her.

"And I have come to confess something to you, something I have kept hidden in the depths of my heart."

Before Poseidon could speak further, a figure emerged from the shadows, casting a dark cloud over the moment.

It was Kianna's adoptive father, Adam, father of humanity himself. Who had sensed a divine god at the presence of his daughter!

He was a gentle yet stern and protective man who had seen his daughter endure too much pain in her young life. He knew better than to let Poseidon out of all gods near her.

"Poseidon," Adam said firmly, his voice tinged with suspicion, "what business do you have with my daughter?"

Poseidon regarded Adam with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, knowing he would only be standing in the way.

"I come with the purest of intentions," he explained, "to profess my love to your daughter, Kianna."

"L-Love..?" Kianna stuttered, confused and shocked about what she was hearing. Poseidon loved her? They had just met!

Adam's expression hardened, his protective instincts flaring as thoughts ran through his head about what Poseidon could do to her.

"Love?" he scoffed. "Do you not hear yourself, Poseidon. A mortal and a god can never be together, at least not in your case."

"Wait father let me-!' Kianna tries to say something, to handle the situation herself but Adam raises his hand to her face, gesturing for her to be quiet.

He wanted her to have a say, but not right now, his top priority was to keep her safe.

"I know who you are and you will only bring her heartache and misery.."

Kianna listened to her father's words, torn between her own desires and the fear instilled by years of suffering.

"Father, please.." she interjected once more, her voice trembling with emotion, "let me just talk to him, okay?"

But Adam remained steadfast in his resolve, he turns to his daughter, face unchanging.

Kianna knew by just looking into his deep blue eyes that he felt bad upon Kianna's behalf for being unfortunate enough to get into this situation.

Since she has always found so much comfort in the sea. He was afraid this would ruin it for her, forever.

"I cannot stand by and watch you be swept away by the whims of a god.." he declared, reaching out to pull Kianna away from Poseidon's presence before it was too late.

And sadly, it was as it only enraged Poseidon by Adam interfering, the gods eyes flashed with fury.

"And who are you, to tell me what I can and cannot do, you foul mortal?!"

In a moment of uncontrollable anger, Poseidon seized Kianna and dragged her down into the depths of the ocean. Adam watches in horror as his daughter is dragged away and out of sight, speechless.

Meanwhile Poseidon casts a spell on Kianna quickly, so that she is able to breathe under water and not drown in the process.

As they descended into the abyss, Kianna felt a surge of fear and confusion hit her, hearing her father shout her name only for it to fade away the more they went into the depths. It scared her, terrified her!

"Why are you doing this?!" she cried out, heart pounding hard as she was struggling against Poseidon's grasp.

Suddenly Poseidon's expression softened, as hearing her pleading reminded his heavy heart of all the regret.

The memories all flooded back to the other times he has caused fear onto the people he had been attracted to.

"Forgive me, Kianna.."

With a wave of his trident, Poseidon teleports them to his temple, the water around them disappearing by magic.

Kianna hugs herself with her arms, shaking uncontrollably as tears fall down her already wet cheeks. She was a dripping mess.

"Why, why did you have to do this..?!"

Poseidon whispered, his voice laced with sorrow. "I cannot bear to be without you, but I can't see you suffer like this either.."

After Kianna had basically been kidnapped by Poseidon, he transformed Kianna into his queen, bestowing upon her the name being Amphitrite.

He took away most of her memories of the painful past, in hopes it would help her not only trust him, but genuinely relieve her of the trauma she had suffered from it.

Poseidon also makes up a fake story of where kianna now Amphitrite came from. That she was one of the 50 daughters of Nereus and Doris.

At last, Amphitrite would revive that love she thought she could never have or deserved but..in all the wrong ways.

Even Poseidon didn't let himself realize that.

Above the waves, Adam grieved for his daughter for centuries, haunted by the fact he had lost her to a god, gods which was something he hated more than anything.

Though her mortal life was lost to the depths, her love for Poseidon slowly grew on her and it turned into a beacon of light in the darkness of the ocean's depths.

She was starting to appreciate her new life, though there was something she hadn't forgotten.

He thought he would never see his precious daughter again, until Ragnarok when he was called to fight for his children. He wasn't prepared when he, just by chance saw a certain goddess.

Amphitrite who stood by Poseidon, his wife, decorated in the finest robes to cover up her scars. She happened to have the same yellow eyes, long brown locks of hair.

Adam had to smile at the woman, a mix sorrow and relief washing over him.

Could this be.. His lost daughter kianna?

"I'll fight for you too my child, I love you kianna, more than he ever will.."

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