any way the wind blows (Platonic)
So I kinda watch records of ragnarok and became obsessed
This is platonic but later on I might make some romantic scenarios for a few characters
Y/n is based off of scaramouche fron genshin if he didn’t have mommy issues and was a decent person. Also left it gender neutral
Gods and humans had always been divide since the dawn of their creation
Molded from clay in their likeness yet considered inferior for their mortality
Despite the fact their creators were just as flawed (if not more) than they are
This was a reality that few knew or acknowledged, but one that Hephaestus had come to as he pondered one day in his lab
It was no secret he was hated by the others
For he is everything a god isn’t supposed to be
Their supposed to be beautiful and angelic yet he is ugly and deformed
Thrown from Olympus and experienced humans first hand before clawing his way back to his spot in the heavens
Given the most beautiful wife of them all who hates and despises his despite how hard he tries
He is scorned for simply existing just as humans are
Perhaps that’s why he finds better company in them than he does with his fellow gods
Though they are flawed beings they know that are not perfect
They embrace their flaws, and persevere despite how hard they are thrown down
They invent, create, destroy and rebuild again and again
Something in which the god of blacksmithing respects, for even the strongest blade can be melted down to create something even better
In his loneliness in his lab, deep within the smouldering smoke and bubbling magma of his volcanic home
Hephaestus longs to learn, to see, to hear but knows he cannot go to the surface world
So instead he decides to do what he does best
He decided to create his own human, one that would be imbued with the blessing of true immortality
For only something with a soul can be reaped, even gods face that fate if they are wounded enough
But if something doesn’t it will last forever
Hephaestus creates his magnum opus
His human
His child
“From finest clay your are molded, but within your veins lay no blood nor Ichor, but instead pure energy shall power you.”
You are created by his scarred and broken hands that are steady and firm
He makes you an epitome of beauty, something that he wishes he could be
For only something that is considered ugly can know what true beauty looks like
When your body is complete he imbues you with life through the lightning of Zeus
And then he lets the breath of zephyrs wind wake you
Through pure eyes you awaken and he helps you walk
Your like a newborn deer, shaking and buckling legs as you lean to him for help
You look at him with such kindness and innocence
And love
That one thing he had only wanted in his life from anyone
For the next couple of months he’s raises you, teaches you his craft and how to adapt
He is gentle but stern in his teachings, guiding yours hands and teaching you what he knows
Luckily your blessed by him to understand all languages and speak them as well
But despite spending months raising you he had not given you a name
Only calling you “my child”
When you ask of him why he hadn’t bestowed upon you a title he says he want you to decide
For you are worthy of picking it yourself when the time is right
For a long time you ponder
What shall that be
But it isn’t until he tells you to travel, to learn, to live and love like all humans that you decide your name
“And so you become a wanderer. Just know my child that if you ever need help I am at your call. My only advice is that humanity can be fickle but the gods are worse”
And so you begin your travels, through marshes and hills, or mountains to deserts
Through the valleys and into land that is lush in greenery of various kinds
From dusk to dawn you travel, stopping sporadically to stay in places that interest you, with people whom teach you before you leave for the road
It is a cycle
One that teaches you of humanity’s greed, pride, jealousy, rage, hate and despair
But one that also teaches you of their compassion, love, kindness, strength and their passion for surviving despite how the gods strike them down over and over again
They rebuild, they overcome and engineer a solution
For they only have themselves to rely on as the gods turned their backs to them
They adapt just as you do
But you are fundamentally different from them
An immortal being without a soul, one that looks and acts just as they do but retains thousands of years of knowledge you’d collected through experience
You aren’t a god but you aren’t quite human, yet you retain qualities from both
You are in between them but also something entirely different from either
You are you
And perhaps that is enough
“You and I have crossed paths, but our journeys will eventually diverge. Who knows what will happen next? Let's just wait and see.”
You end up meeting many humans (and some gods) in your journey’s but many stand out in your mind
One being the human who later would go onto become a demigod
Heracles who you knew as Alcides is someone you had met by complete accident when he was young
He was being bullied, pushed around and punched by children yet he still tried to put up a fight
He kept pushing on and standing up no matter how many times he was thrown down
You stepped in, sending the children running back scared whilst he gave you a toothy smile
Despite losing and being beaten down he was still optimistic
As you patched up the young boy he explained that those boys had been bullying him and his friends castor
That he never won against them but wouldn’t let them keep hurting his friend
It wasn’t righteous and he couldn’t stand for it
You can’t help but smile as he explains this, he was someone you’d only meet once in a blue moon
So you decide to offer him help
For the next couple of months you help the young boy train just as your father taught you
At first he fails
And fails some more
But he always returns to training no matter how beat down and tired he is
In his training your stern but encouraging
Teaching him to hone his strength and use it properly
It is then he begins to make progress
You show him how to stand up for the weak and to never waver in his righteousness
When you aren’t training him you spend time with him and Castor in Thebes
You buy them proper food and give some extra drachma to take home
They always feel a bit guilty about it but you assure them it’s no worry
You had plenty more (no, literally you had more money than you could spend from being a damn good blacksmith)
Figs are eaten as the three of you watch the sunset along with some honey drizzled fruit
They look up to you like a older sibling and it’s safe to say you view them as little brothers
But eventually as always you must eventually leave
Both are upset (especially Alcides) but on the night before you leave you take them to watch the sunset and stars once again
Eating ripe pomegranates as you explain each constellation that lights up the skies
“There is no need to be sad you two, perhaps we will meet again one day. Even if we don’t I will always be with you in memory and in what I taught. Just look to the stars and remember my stories”
That morning you leave but not before telling Alcides to keep up his training and to keep doing what he believes is right
You leave on horseback throwing to him a bag of coin with a sly smile
It’s many years later that you learn he became a god
A bit of pride swelling up in you along with worry
You can only hope he retained a bit of his love for humanity when he ascended to the heavens
another interesting human you meet is Qin Shi Huang
The first emperor of China with you as his personal Historian
The supposed cursed prince who was able to unite a shattered land under his power
Unlike others who still looked at hims with some semblance of hate or fear you always kept a small smile
Offering the knowledge he seeked with a certain something in your voice as you recounted tales of old
After a certain time he begins coming to you more, wanting to learn more
(Also using it as a way to get to know you. A mysterious traveler that somehow was so knowledgeable that despite being a foreigner ended up in court life)
You are outcasted much like he was when he was a child yet like him you bear it with a smile
When you talk with him the conversations start our formal
But in time he opens up as do you
Not about everything of course but about some of your travels and the sights you’d seen
From far spanning mountains that scraped the clouds to the green fields filled with wheat that made them look like fields of gold
He ends up wrapped up in those stories
At some point he’d come to call you friend
The only person after Chun Yan whom he’d let close to his heart
To see how he actually felt when he hadn’t locked it all behind a smile
As you get close to him rumours spread and it leads to you being harassed by several jealous court members
You don’t say anything, it’s not like it actually affects you anyways but when he learns
He is furious
It hurts him to know you were harmed because of him
That you were hated
Just like he was for actions that were not his own
But you brush it off simply telling him to give them a small punishment but nothing extreme
That in the end your alright and that you can’t really be mad at them
In their eyes your a foreigner who was in a position they could only dream about
It’s expected they’d get mad, maybe trying to drop a vase on your head was a bit much but in the end it didn’t hurt you
He reluctantly follows what you say but remains hesitant to let their actions go
Not long after this he tells you of his childhood, all the pain and loss
But how in the end he killed a god and united the land
There’s something in you that sparks at the “killing a god” part but he doesn’t ponder on it long
Instead the two of you talk
And for the first time you feel close enough to open up about not being human nor god
His ego probably gets a bit bigger when you causally mention that he’d likely go down in history
For your time as his historian he shows you in a lot of luxurious befit for royalty and high class nobles
Even years later you keep them, gifts you’d treasure for the rest of eternity and make sure to keep safe
He was born and bred in brutality so his rather violent ways aren’t much of a surprise but you try to help him find ways to temper it
To see that there are peaceful ways to end a fight
Around 4 years of staying there you know it’s about time to leave and Qin Shi isn’t very happy about it
He tells you as emperor that you couldn’t just leave
That as his historian you couldn’t up and go
As his only true friend
But those orders soon become pleads
And the authority in his voice drained as tears replaced it
During the month before you go he is at your side
Making new memories and silently dreading as hours and days fly by
He listens to more of your stories, to your personal accounts and how they differ to what’s told
And on that last day when the moon is full and you await a horse to take you on your next endeavour he stands by your side
And when the times comes for you to go he gifts you a bracelet commissioned just for you
He gently fastens it to your wrist
“A gift from me, a silent sign that you are forever the friend of the emperor”
“May our paths cross in the future my friend”
“Yes, let’s hope they do”
When he dies on a tour of his land at age 49 you somehow appear before his side as if sensing he was dying
His advisors are confused as he orders them to let you in but they do so in fear of the consequences
You might not agree with many of his actions you’d heard he committed but he was your friend
He passes holding your hand
The bracelet he once gave you is still worn to this day
He only wished he achieved immortality so you never had to deal with loosing yet another friend
But he is human and nothing can change that despite how you and he wish so
If you had a nickel for every time you ran into a human turned god you’d have two nickels
Weird it happened twice but your not complaining
You met Gautama Siddhartha the former prince of Kapilavastu as you took shelter beneath a tree when night fell
There you found him beneath the Bodhi tree that you took shelter beneath in a deep state of meditation
Until you politely asked if he was ok and he answered you
Compared to most you met Gautama is relaxed
He is in-tune with both himself and the world around him in more ways than he knows
You could already tell he was a legends in the making and decided to stick around for a bit to see where his journey would take him
Eventually as he reached enlightenment you grew curious as to why he remained on earth despite being able to go to the heavens above
But he tells you that his word isn’t done, that he wanted to spread what he had learned
To make people happy and to ease their suffering
It makes you happy
Never had you thought a god would do so but you assumed that because he was human before
That’s possibly why he still cared
Even years later when he does eventually go to the heavens you have a small Buddha statue in your possession of many items
As a way to honour him
You wouldn’t exactly call him friend (you didn’t know him long enough to do so though he’d disagree) but he is someone you’d certainly never forget
Raiden Tameemon is another you met curiosity enough at one of his Sumo matches
At the time you heard talk of a seemingly legendary fighter who had yet to lose a match and you wanted to check it out
You weren’t disappointed and began going to show up in the crowds who watched him
His strength was certainly admirable but so was his kindness in donating money back to his home town
So after a match you approached him and went with him for celebratory Sake
You kinda after that became drinking buds with him since other sumo wrestles didn’t seem keen on being around him
He is a lovely fellow one who you swear can eat a mountains worth of food and drink an oceans worth a anything
You on the overhand are technically the same m, you don’t need food or drink to survive you just have it to experience it’s taste and experience
He flirts with you quite a bit but you laugh it off
Taking them as compliments as you comment on his strength
His laugh is loud and boisterous as you both guzzle down more booze
You don’t really get drunk?, so your always the sober one who makes sure to get him home
To a normal person he’d be quite heavy but your able to carry him with no problem
Which gets quite a log of amazed onlookers as you carry him without so much as sweating
At his wrestling matches you’d always at the front of the crowd cheering for him
You know he won’t be defeated but you encourage him anyways
At some point he definitely uses your hat as a makeshift Frisbee despite you yelling at him
Sometimes during his drunken ramblings he talks of how he feels like a monster
You always assure him though that he is not
That he’s a man like everyone else
One who deserves love just like everyone does
It’s a rare moment but hearing that from you makes him cry a little
Perhaps he had waited a long time to hear that
He knows beforehand that you’d have to leave one day but when you do he says goodbye with a smile
He gives you a hug and pats your back with a blinding grin
You promise to catch another of his fights one day and you do
The last one before his retirement is spent with him drinking with you like for old times sake
Slurred singing and messy dancing as you and him walk side by side of the busy street as the moon is risen in the sky
He teaches you to laugh and enjoy a drink when times are rough
Every year though on the date of his death you honour him by having a sip of sake whilst watching the moon
For the moon had is the only remaining witness to those nights filled with laughter
Mr. Anonymous otherwise know as Jack (though your not sure that’s even his real name) finds you on his own
At the time you were briefly stopping off in Britain to check out the Industrial Revolution
So far it’s been disappointing to you and slightly disturbing as you’d seen young children be put on the workforce
Having to deal with hazardous materials and operate machinery that could rip them apart
Oh plus the buzz around the serial killer called “jack the ripper”
Now that in itself didn’t really interest you
But what did was how the media seemingly just ate it up
They speculated and theorized of who done it
Seemingly sickly enamoured by the mane who butchered innocent women who just were trying to get by
Those same victims seen as nothing more than side notes to the man himself
Their murderer
The ripper
At this point your not sure what’s worse, the idolizations of the killer or how the victims themselves are seemingly shamed for their profession
Anyways
Unbeknownst to you Jack had the uncanny ability to see people’s souls as colours along with their emotions
But for you there was nothing
Absolutely nothing except for sparks of electricity? Of sorts that buzzed around you
Ever the gentleman he offers you a spot at his table and even buys you a cup of tea
He insists and you allow him with a smile
You can never pass on a good drink and someone who wanted to talk
Eventually as day turns to night he offers to walk you to your hotel
Saying that London streets aren’t exactly friendly to those alone at night and you agree
It’s on that walk he reveals more of his true intentions
Still cordial and polite but you can tell he’s holding back getting violent if you did not respond
So you respond with the truth since if he attacked he’d figure out you weren’t human anyways
Safe to say he’s very fascinated
For the rest of your stay in England you stick around with him
By your choice as well
He is an interesting man but one that you nether the less find yourself enjoying the company of
He is upfront with you about how he is a killer
And how he goes by the Jack the Ripper moniker after killing the original
He knows he’s not a good person but despite that you see that maybe he’s selling himself short
There’s apparently a secret organization in London that tracks down and kills far worse scum of society
Killing the original Jack the Ripper is also a sign that to you be at least has some moral code of sorts
He brushes your comments off, though you can see that it seems to somewhat resonate with him
You and him often discuss Shakespeare especially since you had met the playwright and even acted in a few of his productions
Though you don’t have a colour he associates your soul with that of a rich Violet
A beautiful colour for someone as beautiful as you are in both body and metaphorical spirit
When your time in Britain is just about up you and him go to see Hamlet
It would be a night he’d never forget since it filled him with joy that he had not seen since the early days of his childhood
He felt at peace for once
Even when you leave you continue to mail to him
Telling him of your travels around the world and even sending a few small souvenirs
When he dies he’s at least glad to have had 1 true friend
“ Aphrodite?, heh. A wolf in sheep's clothing. To exert a higher level of control over people, she puts on a graceful and beautiful front. Most of those who have seen her true colours know of her cruelty”
Through your journeys unlike your many human friends you’ve meet a handful of gods in your time
You don’t go out of your way to meet them
But sometimes fate has different plans
And though those encounters are rare they remain in your mind
For a few examples
You meet Thor when Odin’s Raven Huginn was injured
He was sent to earth to deliver some sort of message and inadvertently got injured
And that’s when you found him, a bleeding mass of feathers in the snow
Yelling swears that would make even Loki blush
The bird is at first hesitant to accept your help
For he saw you as just as human but he reluctantly accepted once realizing he could get nowhere
So you brought the immortal pet of Odin back to your cabin to heal him
Whilst the raven is boastful and full of pride
He eventually begins to like your company as you engage in long conversation with him
Most gods brush him off as annoying so it feels nice being appreciated
He won’t admit it but he might’ve began to get attached
He might not like humanity but maybe your an exception
Once he is healed enough to fly it’s when he is able to alert Odin to his location
And a meeting place is made
You bring him out into the freezing cold
He’s talking and your making hums of acknowledgment as he talks about the gods
It’s somewhat interesting getting his view of them since yours is relatively negative (except for your father and Buddha)
And then he pauses
the talkative raven suddenly leaps from your shoulder and into the air
Flying high as you spot a man…no a god
Long red hair, markings covering his skin, piercing eyes and a large hammer resting upon his shoulder
When you get within a couple feet of him and Huginn the god stares you down
The Raven perched on his shoulder talking his ear off about how you had brought him back to health
It is then you learn the person in front of you is Thor, the strongest of the Norse pantheon
One whom you heard was battle hungry
Though other than that you don’t know much of him
You stand before the god of thunder unfazed
Huginn seems rather surprised at that fact but doesn’t make a comment on it
Perhaps even somewhat amazed at that fact
Thor offers you a reward though he doesn’t seem enthusiastic as he says this
Likely just following the orders from Odin
You quirk an eyebrow
“I don’t want a reward in money, I just have a question for you oh mighty Thor”
His eyes widen ever so slightly but he nods
“What is that?”
“What do you desire out of everything in the world, what is the one thing you want despite being an all powerful god?”
Now that makes him pause
Of all questions be certainly didn’t expect that nor did the Raven that begrudgingly found itself enjoying your company
He answers and your not surprised
“An equal. Someone i could fight full strength and be at match with. That’s what I desire”
You chuckle a bit at this
“I’m not surprised, but that did fulfill my suspicions. I wish the best to you, that you’ll find that one day. Maybe we’ll cross paths again”
And with that he nods and turns around
What surprises him though is when he feels something hit is back
He turns, there’s snow sticking to his hair
But then that-
Your gone, completely and utterly gone when he turns around
The furious wind carrying snow that covers up any footprints
He realizes that by throwing that snowball you were in some way teasing him
Something he’d normally be able to detect before you even threw it hit him like he was nothing
He searches for you for the next couple of years, always searching through crowds whenever he’d have to go to earth for whatever reason
It gave him a sense of something
He wasn’t sure what it was but he knew he wanted to challenge you
He needed to conclude that fight you begun but left for him to finish
But for him he would get to fight you again at a raid Vikings were doing against a village you were staying at
You couldn’t just there and do nothing so you geared up and ran into battle
And that’s when you noticed a familiar red haired god watching nearby
And he seemed to spot you as well since the next moment your engaging in battle with him
The battlefield around the two of you in an icy wasteland is accentuated by crashing thunder and biting lightning as you exchange blows
That the normal apathetic face filled with giddiness at someone finally living up to expectations
The raid is long forgotten as everyone evades the area and you do your best to lead the fight into a nearby wooded area
Trees are flattened by his infamous hammer that now pulsates and cracks at the seams
Flesh spilling out of it as it beats like a heart
You use the trees to bounce off and lead him deeper into the secluded area
Eventually you wear him out just enough to get a hit that sends him staggering back
You could go full power but you decide not to since you’d rather have some cards up your sleeve
And as he’s on the shattered ground, kneeling as a hand is placed over his bleeding chest he asks for your name
You just reply your a wanderer before disappearing into the brush
He’s found by Loki not long after who is confused and somewhat scared at the fact Thor of all people has an almost fatal wound
When he asks the red head simply replies he was training and nothing more
Content on keeping your existence a secret for his own sake of having an equal
Loki doesn’t need to be the god of lies and deception to tell he’s lying but says nothing
Another god you meet is Ares during wartime
You were on the battlefield not fighting but just doing your best to help those who were injured
You’d had a good amount of fighting in your life and had decided to do you best to help instead
And there on the battlefield, bloodied and victorious is the god of war
You locked eyes with him yet didn’t waver
Instead focusing on picking up a solider who had sustained a leg wound
He looks over the human who relies on you and at his uniform
One of the men on his side
Unbeknownst to him someone was foolish enough to try and sneak up on him
But you mouthed the words “behind you” to the god
Within an instant the man is dead and your taking the soldier back to his camp
A small interaction but one nether the less
Sometimes in war you see him but you avoid being seen
Disappearing within the blink of an eye
You’d rather not have your immortal status be known to the gods
There’s a bit of resentment you hold towards him for your fathers sake
Being a lover of your dad’s wife, the goddess of beauty herself
Whilst your father is resigned to the fact that his wife will never love him and goes behind his back constantly
You can’t help but feel angry for him because at this point he’s used to it
Speaking of which
Your father visits you every 5 years on the eve of your creation
Though as he said when you set out on your adventures you can call to him whenever you need him
As usual he is kind and caring
You recount to him your travels
Your friends and all of the advancements in technology the humans had made
He listens with a smile, eyes twinkling with joy at your happiness
On these occasions he almost always gifts you something he’s made
All of which you use on your journey like the satchel that no one but yourself can open
Or your now iconic kasa hat with a veil trailing behind it which was inspired from your times in Japan
And your clothes built to be able to be able to withstand your power when you use them
Hephaestus isn’t used to affection from being scorned by everyone
So he melts when you hug him or hold his hand
You never hesitate to do so and the first time you initiate the platonic action of love he cries
The god of smithing usually talks of his latest invention or what’s happening with the gods
The usual petty squabbles over any inconvenience
being invited to their council meeting every 1000 years yet again but not being told until last minute
He worries for not only you but also humanity
He sees the resentment and disgust the others hold for humans, despite the entire race being moulded after them
They don’t seem to acknowledge that humans are just as flawed as they are
He knows he can’t do anything though
So he just focuses on his worries for you
About how it must be to loose all your human friends
For they age and you don’t
A small part of him expects you to resent him for making you immortal
Yet you don’t
Though yes, it is hard to befriend people knowing you’d always outlive them
And while there were times in your life you had craved death
You came to realize how You enjoy the fact you’ve lived long enough to meet them in the first place
To be able to see how far humanity has come and how far it needs to continue
To watch empires crumble but new ones be rebuilt in their ashes
To meet people like Hypatia or Nicola Tesla, minds ahead of their time only to be recognized for their accomplishments later
Sometimes when he feels more alone than usual he looks at the little gifts you gave him
And it reminds him of how he’ll always have you
The one person who would ever give him love
Something that even his parents had denied him for something that isn’t even his fault
And unlike his uncaring mother and father he’d always give you his love
His care and support
For he knows that someone deprived of that can end up becoming cruel and angry
Just like he had for so many years until realizing there was nothing he could ever do to get that love
But now he realizes that’s ok
they deserve him nor his care
Only his child does
“You want me to introduce myself? I've gone by many names and titles during my journeys. they're all just water under the bridge to me now and you can Call me whatever you like…but y/n is what I originally gave to myself”
When the gods gather for yet another 1000 year meeting Hephaestus feels little need to go yet attends anyways
Perhaps to spite those who wanted him not to go
He sits in his seat of sculpted metal
Normally he barely listens but when the fate of mankind is brought up he becomes deathly aware
X’s are thrown up by almost every god
And he’s left confounded on what to do
He doesn’t put up a sign yet no one notices
And the normally stoic and calm god is left silently panicking
Until a certain Valkyrie makes her appearance
He knew of her well enough
Valkyrie’s were some of the few who treated him fairly since they respected him for his craft of weapons
She offers an opportunity for humanity to prove itself
Ragnarok
An event in which 13 humans and 13 gods would fight to the death
At first not many are intrigued until she does something to ensure they would accept the challenge
She called them chicken, scared to face the humans they had created
Once the meeting is over the god finds Brunhilde and her younger sister Göll
The youngest scared to a T whilst her older sister remains dead calm
It’s there that he tells her that he’s an ally
And that there is someone that she might wish to contact for a fighter
And so she takes his advice and finds you having tea in your home
when she asks you to fight for humanity against the gods you agree
And so Ragnarok begins
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God of Wishes (Platonic)
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏. 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲
Floating above the clouds resides the coliseum in which future blood shall be spilt, stones more ancient than most cities or countries now being used once more for its initial purpose of bloodshed and warriors. Bread and circus as they say in the ancient times of the romans. None could be more true here in your eyes. There are crowds upon crowds of people, thousands pushing past or shoving their way about as people line up at food stands of all types. Some people you can tell are from your time but others are obviously from different era’s and countries by their clothing, which makes sense as to why the food stands are so varied. It’s to accommodate all the people from around the world. Either way being around this many people makes you nervous, not to mention what this entire event is for yet they smile. It doesn’t make sense to you how people can find this to be fun, people are gonna die, blood will inevitably be spilt on the old soil of this ancient monument. But despite that everyone around is happily buying cotton candy or pizza, almost as if this were some normal sport game.
You hold back a shiver and press a hand to your forehead to help with the aching pain, your headache felt worse than normal when being in these sorts of situations, probably due to the stress of this entire thing. Your parents were not helping either, they knew this would happen yet were indifferent even as you downed some pills to help alleviate it. Yet even as you said it still felt as if a sledgehammer was banging against the insides of your head they said to deal with it, to walk it off as if that would do anything.
Another person pushes past you making you almost fall, your parents are getting steadily farther away and panic washes over you. “Mom!, dad!, wait!” it tumbles out your mouth but seems to be muddled with the chatter of everyone else around you. “Hey!, wait up!” once again but much like before they don’t turn their heads as they keep walking onwards. They're getting farther, it's getting harder to tell them apart from everyone else walking past. And then like sand slipping between your fingers they're gone, you're left in the middle of an uncaring crowd that busy themselves meanwhile you're crying and clutching your head while the other hand reaches out to no one. You stand still completely lost as to what to do as people push past without so much as a care for you.
You clench your heterochromia eyes shut, pain invading your skull once again as your headache seems to get worse, you let out a hiss of pain stumbling back a bit. What the hell do you do now?you're lost in a giant stadium, the wifi is absolute shit, the inside of your brain feels like it's crushing itself against your head and you have no clue if there’s security here to go to for help.
Blindly you begin walking, the only thing you're focused on is the pain and what would make it stop and that was silence. Just pure silence away from the loud buzz of excited crowds and overlapping smells of greasy and sweet foods. Your feet and ears guide you, walking you through hordes of people who barely bat an eye even though you clearly need help, your mind feels fuzzy for awhile until you notice how things are a little quieter now. You keep walking, wanting pure silence and not just now somewhat hushed conversations since it still makes your head sting with pain. You walk further, your feet hurt but at this point you don’t care since there is complete silence except for your screaming thoughts and footsteps that echo down old and cold halls. You slide down against the wall and curl up against the old stone.
Surely by now they’ve noticed you're not with them, gone looking for you as they should…but some part of you doubts that. It’s sad to even think that a part of you knows it’s a possibility that they hadn’t noticed.
Fuck. your head is fucked up, this entire sick gladiator match was fucked and your parents were uncaring assholes who dragged you here knowing you wouldn’t like it.
“I wish someone actually fucking cared” this comes out as a bitter laugh, and is punctuated by yet another hiss of pain as a wave of diziness hits you like a fright train. Your eyes flutter open and shut, your eyelids are getting heavy and there isn’t much you can do to stop yourself from succumbing to the temptation of sleep at this point.
You just hope you’ll be ok randomly passing out at this arena and not be smited by some angry god who thought of you as dirt beneath their heel.
===
Snowflakes dance around you as you hazily peer out from the crater you woke up in. it’s cold yet you feel completely ok, smoke emanates from not only you but the chunks of shattered rock around you that give off a pulsating yellow glow that contrasts against the white snow. Your eyes watch as the snow sparkles from the glowing crystal-like rock, the origin of which remains a mystery to you as you hold out your hands to catch the falling snow.
It’s hard to control our limbs?, almost as if you were using them for the first time. Even lifting your arms feels weird, along with the flexing of your fingers as you bend them to try and make a cupping motion. It takes a minute before you figure out to somewhat control them, which leads you to cup up some nearby not melted snow that quickly reverts back to water at your mere touch after a few seconds. It makes you giggle in delight, pure and innocent like a child on christmas day.
You sit there for who knows how long playing with the snow and getting used to your hands when suddenly something happens which makes your eyes widen in surprise and curiosity. Thunder booms in the distance, swirling grey clouds now covering the sky above you in their mass that blocks out the sun. The sound feels foreign and beautiful, like an exploding symphony of beautiful chaos to your ears that ring from the sound alone. A sound of awe escapes your mouth, it sounds foreign and you feel your vocal cords tingle in delight.
More thunder sounds off in the distance but gets closer and closer. And then you spot something off into the horizon, instead of a white haze of snowflakes crashing down into the snow you spot red. A bright beautiful red that feels fresh to your new eyes, and then you see the gold and black eyes of that figure connect with your own. His faze remains fuzzy except for his eyes, old and stoic eyes that volumes about the man's character as he gets closer and closer. The thunder gets louder with each step he takes, almost as if the sound itself came from his walking rather than the ashy coloured clouds overhead.
His mouth moves, yet no words enter your ears, but despite that you respond back with something you also can’t hear. Things now feel blurry, like looking at a glitched video where something is obviously wrong with it due to ageing or general bad recording quality.
More silent words are exchanged and eventually you get off the ground with shaky legs. He offers a hand and you take it, his face is a blur of red strands of long hair and two pits of black with golden glowing pupils that remind you of stars in the light sky.
===
“Hey y-”
Your mind is slightly muffled as you wake up against the spot you passed out in, god it feels like there's cotton stuffed in your ears or something with how distant everything sounds…well until you finally realise that someone is talking to you and that the blur of yellow and blue in front of you is the face of a man knelt down at your side. You jolt up, letting out a small “ah!” of surprise when a sharp sting of pain shoots through you along with nausea.
“Careful. Take some deep breaths for a second”
You do as the man says, focusing on breathing as you clutched your eyes closed and let him help hold you up. In and out, in and out, a repetitive cycle that seems to help clear up your clogged and confused head after that odd dream. You open your eyes and now properly see the man’s face, platinum blond locks that frame his youthful face, sapphire blue eyes that are full of concern as he stares at you. You feel like you've seen him before but you don’t know where.
You look down and then see there’s only a lead covering his…man parts.
You let out a loud yelp and cover your eyes out of embarrassment.
“W-why aren't you wearing anything?!?” you crack your eyes open slightly to see he kinda looks confused? Almost as if this wasn’t unusual as his head tilts slightly. You shut your eyes again.
“I don’t have clothes? You knew that already though”
“What do you mean I already knew that? I don't know you at all!” At this point you're more confused than he is and the lingering headache is doing nothing to help your already tired brain. Everything feels jumbled together, like a rats nest or christmas lights that you're trying to unravel. You stumble getting up and he supports you like before, you're not sure what to do anymore. You just want to unravel your thoughts and figure out what's happening and what to do at this point.
It seems the blond catches on to what you want and offers “i'll take you to someone who’ll hopefully help you. Is that alright?”. Despite your hesitation (mostly due to him being almost fully naked if not for the leaf that seemed to deny physics) you agree, just wanting someone who could do something. Help you put yourself back on track and find your parents…or something. Honestly at this point you're not even sure you want to see them considering they knew you’d likely panic at an event like this.
The man begins leading you further down the quiet hallways, he’s careful in helping you walk since it feels like at any moment your legs could give out from beneath you. Fuck, it feels like the energy was zapped from you for whatever reason. Nothing like this had happened before so why now? Why of all places would it be in a stadium you're lost in? Sometimes you thought the gods hated you…which they probably do since they're trying to eradicate humanity. You quietly grumble to yourself, curses from under your tongue that you’d normally hold back due to self control. You don’t have any self control right now though, you're just plain pissed and tired which isn’t a good combination.
The hallway seems to stretch on for forever, a melding mass of the same coloured dusty floor and stone walls. A labyrinth befitting for something of several beasts of unspeakable magnitude to roam, perhaps it is already filled with that. Monsters from your experience of life were always hidden behind snide smiles and laughs hidden behind hands, glares and side-eye that’s complemented by sly insults. Humans were more scary than the beasts from tales in your opinion, because fairy tale monsters are predictably in their behaviour of violence and don’t mask that. Humans on the other hand hide it, building up persona’s to commit their cruel acts.
You almost trip again and he helps you, carefully guiding you once more as you take another look at him.
“I…I don’t know your name” comes out as a hushed question, one in which he gently smiles and replies “Adam” in a fond tone bordering on nostalgia.
You nod, holding onto his arm as he turns and opens a door that stops whatever chatter was happening from within that room. Hesitantly you peek your head in, looking to see a room full of people of all kinds and then two women who are looking at you with complete shock. The others simply look confused, and honestly you're in the same boat as them, this was weird.
“y..y/n?!?!, your back!” the smaller of the two women say, tears lining her eyes as a happy smile stretched across her face. She’s wearing somewhat casual clothes and has lavender coloured hair, much different to the more formal woman at her side who remains in a shocked silence. She comes to give you a hug but pauses seeing how shocked you looked, and then she seems to see your eyes. One a shade of shimmering gold, the other being something more common.
“Your eyes!, what happ-
“I'm sorry but who are you? And how do you know my name?.”
The younger of the two women goes silent as the other seemingly comes to a realisation as she stares at the younger woman.
“Göll stand down.” she turns to you “we have much to discuss. But right now I need to do something urgent, would you wait here?”
Without much of a choice you nod, but you feel safe with her judgement.
===
You're left in a room sitting down near a man you quickly came to learn as Qin Shi Huang, otherwise known as the first emperor of china and now a competitor for ragnarok on the human’s side…yeah safe to say this is not how you imagined your day going.
“Um so…i did a project on you once” you're not sure if that’s a good ice breaker or not but it was the only thing you thought of saying to get rid of the weird silence as he sipped on a cup of tea. You gently hold a cup he poured for you but still hadn't taken a sip yet out of nervousness.
“A project?”
“Yeah, we had to choose a famous historical leader. I chose you for it”
He seems to be amused by that, a smile appearing as the cloth over his eyes scrunches up ever so slightly. You get the sense he’s confident in himself, something you can’t really relate to.
“Any reason as to why you picked me other than being emperor?” there’s a sense of pride as he asks this that makes you lighten up a little bit. He seems a little less intimidating than before when he was silently sipping tea as you felt his covered eyes peer out at you from behind the grandiose material.
“your life story was interesting to me”
“How so?”
You pause, then think of how to explain your fascination with his story to him. “Well…i guess it’s because you started from nothing and made something out of it, if that makes sense?. It’s inspirational, from how everyone kept pushing you down but you rose to become emperor despite it all”
At your answer he smiles yet again, but now it’s partnered with a sense of knowing.
“Is it also because you can relate to it?’
His question makes embarrassment bubble up in you a little. Were you really that obvious?. “Um, first part yeah. There’s no rise or proving them wrong for me though” your nervous yet again and now you finally take a sip of tea, it's delicious and high quality though you hadn’t expected any less. But it does make you wonder why he let you have some.
“As emperor I order you to prove them wrong” he says this so nonchalantly you do a double take.
“Sorry but that's probably not gonna happen”
“And why no- '' before he could argue with you over that, the doors open to reveal the woman from before with long flowing black hair. Unlike before you now properly take in her appearance, piercing blue eyes, an angelic-like white dress with navy and gold detailings as a train of pure feathers trail across the ground, a look of seriousness that hides care and love. She is what you imagine angels to look like, or perhaps even a goddess. She immediately goes to your side and takes you away without a second thought as Qin argues that he’s not done talking with you.
You silently thank her for her random appearance
She takes you to what you assume to be her living quarters that’s paired with an office. It’s a beautiful place but you don’t focus on it as she sits down across from you at her desk, eyes serious and hands clasped together.
“I need you to be completely honest to me. Do you remember me?” there is a glint of hope in her eyes that you sadly have to dash as you respond back with “no, i don’t.”.
She sighs, it’s more tired and worried than disappointed like you expected.
“It seems like my thought is correct.you reincarnated as a human”
Pause…what?
“R-reincarnated?!? Who was I before?!”
“Your name hasn't changed, so who do you think?’
You think you're about to pass out again.
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