ׂ╰┈➤ Hi there! I decided to make an account on Tumblr for one-shots, short stories, spoilers for my books, and taking request stories. As for my Wattpad and now Ao3 account, it will be used for full stories, so stay tuned! (But in a way, AO3 will also be used for one shots, it's just for more underrated fandoms)
ׂ╰┈➤ I am going to be more active on Tumblr than on Wattpad cause sitting in my chair and looking at my drafts is giving me a headache huhu.
ׂ╰┈➤ I'll most likely post fics on the weekends!(Although that depends entirely on my schedule, I might not post for months huhu.)
ׂ╰┈➤ If I'm stuck on one draft, I'll most likely won't post anything until I get it done, I'm just that kind of person huhu.(Especially when I'm so close to finishing it)
ׂׂ╰┈➤ Don't be afraid to make requests of any sort, as long as it doesn't break my rules. Other than that, have fun reading what I write!(And please know supportive comments will always be appreciated, it gives me more motivation to write huhuhu.)
˗ˏˋ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ´ˎ˗ — With a single phone call, Idia suddenly finds himself in a situation he never imagined. A one-on-one call with the so called "Cupid" hotline, he ends up spilling every one of his feelings for the person he's been hopelessly crushing on... completely unaware that the caller is actually you—the very person he's been talking about.
˗ˏˋ𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Romance.
˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐖 ´ˎ˗ — Ooc.
˗ˏˋ𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — There's this one fanart on pinterest of Idia on the phone with Cupid from Monster High by auroonas(really talented, here's the link) and then the story title came to me because of the song from Connie Francis... EHEM. Anyways, idk if I should make a part two, hmm...
✩-𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍-✩
"I-I legit don't know what to do anymore... Whenever they're around, my brain just shuts off and I start tweaking out... I know I already said this, but they're ridiculously nice, but somehow that just makes them even scarier to be around! I mean, what kind of OP build is that?! Who allowed them to have maxed-out Charisma stats?!"
"I see… Hmm, may I ask who this so called player two you've been pining over?"
"...I-It's... [Name]."
How did this all start? Well, it was Ortho who found it, because of course it was Ortho who found it. It was late—like waaay too late for a normal person to be up but then again, Idia Shroud was anything but normal, and insomnia had long since become an old, unwelcome friend for as long as he could remember.
Ortho had barged into his room without knocking... again, though at this point Idia couldn't be bothered now. Genuinely, he couldn't even remember the last time that door had stayed shut for more than ten minutes. Anyways, Ortho held a tablet aloft like he'd just discovered the cure for a plague instead of, apparently, a chat thread.
"Nii-san! Nii-san, look at this!" His excited voice rang out.
Idia didn't look up from his monitor, three browser tabs deep into a wiki rabbit hole about a game he wasn't even playing anymore. "Kinda busy, Ortho."
"You're reading fan theories about a mobile game that got discontinued two years ago."
"...Yeah, and it shouldn't have been discontinued." The Ignihyde housewarden grumbled.
Ortho, undeterred(he was always undeterred) because that was sort of his whole thing—floated the tablet directly into Idia's field of vision. On the screen was a screenshot, some anonymous post buried six replies deep in a group chat Idia didn't remember joining.
♥︎CUPID HOTLINE♥︎ — got something you can't say out loud? call and let it go~ nobody knows who's on the other end. Nobody ever will.
The last part especially sounded like a threat to Idia. And as he begrudgingly read on, he found that underneath it was a number—no name, no context. Just a small heart emoji at the end, like it was trying to be cute about it.
"It's completely anonymous," Ortho said, in the tone he used when he already knew Idia was going to say no. "Voice only, no names, no numbers saved, nothing traced. People have been talking about it for weeks!" Idia could practically see the glint in his younger brother's eyes.
But all Idia saw was a disaster waiting to happen for him.
"That's, uh. That's exactly the plot of like four different horror movies, Ortho."
"It's a hotline someone runs for the school. It is not a haunted number." A pause, and then, softer, in the register Idia had never once figured out how to argue with. "You don't sleep. You haven't slept properly since—"
Ortho didn't finish it. He didn't have to.
Idia's chair creaked as he slumped further into it, hoodie strings pulled taut like they could physically shrink him out of the conversation. "I'm fine."
"You've refreshed the same conversation with [Name] seventeen times in the last hour."
"...I said I'm fine, Ortho."
Ortho sighed. He knew his brother's crush on you was massive, and he truly only wanted to help his brother's love life out—especially since Idia is truly hopeless when it came to you.
"You could just call. Say whatever you want. Nobody's going to know it's you." A beat, and somewhere between the awkward silence and the horrifying pounding of Idia's heart, he made a noise that wasn't quite a word.
Now, twenty minutes—and one very persistent, very patient Ortho—later, he was sitting cross-legged on his bed at nearly two in the morning with his phone in a death grip and a number typed into the dial pad he had not yet worked up the nerve to press.
"You don't have to say anything real," Ortho offered from the doorway, giving him space in the only way he knew how, which was to hover four feet further back than usual. "You could just talk. About anything. You always feel better after."
"This is different. This is a stranger, Ortho. On the phone. Where I have to use my actual voice in real time with no edit button—"
"Nii-san."
"I'm calling! I'm calling. Stop looking at me like that."
He wasn't. Ortho's expression didn't even change. But it didn't matter. Idia pressed call before he could think better of it, and then it was ringing, and then—
"Hi!~ you've reached the Cupid Hotline." The voice on the other end was warm, unhurried, the kind of voice that made a person forget they were supposed to be nervous, which was deeply unfair, because Idia had been counting on the nervousness to give him an excuse to hang up. "You don't have to give a name. You don't have to say anything you're not ready to say. I'm just here to listen, okay? Speak whatever your heart has been holding for so long."
"Okay," Idia said, and immediately regretted every choice that had led to this exact moment, up to and including being born.
"Take your time." The voice on the other side said reassuringly.
Except he did not take his time. That was the problem. The second the silence stretched past comfortable, his brain did the thing it always did under pressure—short-circuited straight past every filter he owned and said things he still regrets to this day.
"There's this person," he said, and immediately wanted to throw the phone into the underworld. "There's—okay, there's this person, and I don't even know how it happened, that's the worst part, there wasn't a moment, there wasn't a cutscene where a little heart icon popped up over their head, it just sort of. Accumulated. Over time. You get what I'm saying?!"
A soft huff of laughter on the other end—not mocking, just startled out of them like they hadn't expected the analogy. "Okay okay. Go on..."
Something about that laugh sounded familiar, but he was way in too deep with his bottled up feelings that it loosened whatever had been welded shut in his chest, and after that there was no stopping it.
"They're just—they're SO annoyingly nice, that's the thing! It's borderline offensive how nice they are. They say hi to me even when I'm clearly not in the mood and yet somehow when they do say hi to me I suddenly feel like I do have the energy. Also, they remember dumb stuff I mention one time and never bring up again. They laughed at a joke I made that wasn't even funny, I know comedy, that joke did not land, and they laughed anyway like they meant it—" He was talking too fast. He knew he was talking too fast. He couldn't stop. "And I keep telling myself it's nothing, it's just normal human interaction, that's a thing that happens to people who aren't complete disasters, but then I catch myself hoping they text back and it's like—oh. Oh no. That's not nothing. That's the opposite of nothing!"
"I-I legit don't know what to do anymore... Whenever they're around, my brain just shuts off and I start tweaking out... I know I already said this, but they're ridiculously nice, but somehow that just makes them even scarier to be around! I mean, what kind of OP build is that?! Who allowed them to have maxed-out Charisma stats?!"
"I see… Hmm, may I ask who this so-called player two you've been pining over?"
"...I-It's... [Name]."
Idia didn't even realize he had bomb-dropped the name until it was already too late. He let out a horrified squeal as he dropped his phone onto the bed before clamping his mouth with his palms. On the other end, there was a pause. A real one. Long enough that for one horrible second Idia thought he had now really screwed up the call.
"Oh my sevens... why did I just say who my crush was?!" He mentally berated himself for being so... so stupid! He couldn't believe he just name dropped his own crush just like that!
"This... [Name] person... they sound incredibly lucky," They said finally, and was it just him, or did it sound like they were trying to suppress their own... laugh?! "That someone notices all that about them." They quickly recovered, however, their voice returning to a neutral tone.
"I think," The mysterious caller continued, something in their tone going soft and strange, "if you told them even a fraction of what you just told me, they'd want to hear it. Whoever they are."
Idia's stomach did something complicated at that. No, no way.
"Yeah, well. Hotline's easy." He scoffed. "You don't know who I am. There's no stakes and no face to watch fall the second I say something stupid."
"...Uh huh... Right," They said, and the silence that followed sat differently than the one before it—like something had shifted just slightly out of frame, close enough to touch and too far to name.
"Anyway," Idia mumbled, suddenly aware of how much he’d just spilled to a complete stranger at two in the morning. "Just pretend I didn’t say anything—like, AT ALL. Forget the name I just dropped. Forget I even called you." His finger hovered over the end call button, the red icon practically begging him to press it—when the caller finally spoke up.
"Don't," they said quickly—a little too quickly—as if the word had slipped out before they could stop it. "I mean, it's fine. That's what this is for. And I'm sorry if I put you in a tough spot." The voice on the other end sounded genuine, and as Idia finally got his heart to stop beating so loudly after that reveal, he couldn't help but feel like their voice sounded... too familiar.
Somewhere behind his door, Idia was fairly sure he heard the telltale creak of Ortho's chassis, entirely too close for someone who was supposedly giving him privacy.
Stupid Cupid! Idia thought as he buried his face deeper into the soft comfort of his pillows, his phone still clutched tightly in his hands while the voice on the other end let out an endearing sigh.
Meanwhile, you sat in stunned silence, phone pressed against your ear as your mind raced to process everything that had just happened. Of all the people who could have called tonight, you'd never expected it to be Idia. Now, all that was left was the impossible question: how exactly were you supposed to talk to him after this?
Then again... perhaps that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, maybe it was better to wait and see how this whole ridiculous situation would unfold.
Finally posted a fic on Tumblr huhu, but I kinda lost the plot along the way, oh well.
All my workloads are starting to tire me tf out :(( But it's okay, ykkk. And highkey, I wanna make a fic based on Love Through a Prism. Such a PEAK romance anime, even after months I still think and come back to it huhu.
˗ˏˋ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ´ˎ˗ — As Riddle listens to you constantly talking about the things that happened today, he can't help but feel at ease and loves the way your voice just soothes him.
˗ˏˋ𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Romance.
˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐖 ´ˎ˗ — Ooc.
˗ˏˋ𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — WHOAA, am I making another Riddle fic instead of focusing on my series and other characters? Yes. Do I regret? NAH. I love Riddle even if my interest in Twst is slowly dwindling, besides this is just an excuse to release this draft since it has been rotting for awhile and my first chapter for that Albafica story on ao3... Yanbunie uploading two fics at once? A miracle huhuhu.
✩-𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍-✩
The Heartslabyul rose garden was typically a closed sanctuary, strictly off-limits unless the mad whims of an Unbirthday Party called for it, or if any unfortunate students had been ordered by their housewarden to spend their afternoon painting the white roses a bleeding red.(Which was almost always)
Today, however, the labyrinth of briars stood in total silence. Why? Because Riddle had ruthlessly dismissed every last student from the grounds, clearing out the card soldiers and the chatter completely—all for the sole purpose of securing a few stolen, uninterrupted moments alone with his favorite rose.
You.
You were the sole reason the entire student body had been booted from the garden, but it wasn't a bad thing—oh, no no. On the contrary, the card soldiers were practically ecstatic to be excused from their grueling duties. A wave of gratitude had swept through the dorm, everyone utterly thrilled that their meticulous, rule-abiding leader was so entirely, blissfully distracted by you.
"And then I saw Grim actually somersault on the chandelier, with fire practically spewing out of his mouth! I was completely stunned, but it really was one of the most incredible things I've ever seen!" You rambled, a brilliant, radiant smile plastered on your face.
Beside you, Riddle listened with total, undivided attention. The usual sharp, stern edge of the Housewarden had completely melted away, his eyes shining with a genuine, soft warmth as he hung on your every word.
There was just something so… soothing about your voice.
"And then what happened next?" he prompted, his voice laced with a rare, gentle patience.
It was a tone that would have utterly flabbergasted the rest of Heartslabyul, easily fueling the dormitory's endless gossip about their Housewarden’s blatant favoritism. Under any other circumstances, the mere mention of a flaming monster wrecking school property would have sent Riddle into a furious panic, demanding to know why Grim was endangering the school.
But right now? That wasn't the case, the strict rules and fiery temper were completely forgotten as he simply leaned in, entirely content to just keep listening to you. (Most students would faint at the sight)
You paused, pursing your lips in deep thought for a brief moment before your face instantly brightened as the next memory clicked into place.
"Oh! And then both Deuce and Ace burst onto the scene, and right at that exact moment, Professor Crewel caught them!" you exclaimed, your hands waving around animatedly to emphasize. "He immediately assumed the duo had something to do with the whole mess! Like… they were Grim's accomplices or something!" (Ace was mad mad too).
The two of you continued your leisurely stroll through the breathtaking maze of the garden, the fragrant air wrapping around you both in a serene, quiet comfort. Yet, just for a split second, Riddle’s notorious, razor-sharp perfectionism flared to life. Out of the corner of his eye, a single, offending splash of white peeked out from a bush—a pristine rose that his slacking card soldiers had completely missed.
A sharp twitch pricked at his brow, his fingers tightening instinctually as the urge to summon his magical pen and demand an immediate execution of the rules flared within him.
But then, he looked back at you, you were still smiling and looking back at him.
Swallowing down the rising lecture, Riddle forced his posture to relax and deliberately averted his gaze from the unpainted flower. It was an impressive feat of self-restraint for the Riddle Rosehearts. But there was absolutely no way he was going to let a single spot of white ruin this precious, flawless moment with you.
Everything was going beautifully. However, for all of Riddle’s meticulous planning and foresight, he hadn't expected for the sudden, gentle warmth that suddenly slid against his palm.
Your fingers slipped between his, slowly and deliberately intertwining until your hands were perfectly locked together.
The breathless gasp that caught in his throat was met only by your gaze. The bright grin you had worn while recounting the day's chaos had softened, melting into a expression that was meant solely, deeply, for him.
The touch was entirely personal, drawing an intimate boundary around the two of you that the rest of the academy could never touch.
"Uhm… thank you for being here with me, I know you were probably quite busy so this means a lot to me."
Riddle pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to hide the flustered blush that had spread across his cheeks, turning them nearly as red as his hair, though this time it wasn’t out of anger(A miracle). He tightened his grip slightly before quickly looking away, unable to hide his embarrassment any longer.
"O-of course! My schedule may be a bit hectic, especially with so many troublemakers running around… but I’ll always make time for you." His voice softened at the end, quieter now, yet you could still hear the sincerity of his promise.
A walk in the garden was all what you two needed after all. Now… can someone tell Ace and Deuce to stop following the two of you?
Sooo, first chapter of the Albafica story is done, and I also have ANOTHER Riddle fic ready to be uploaded... TOMORROW. Because I like posting my fics at 5PM, I don't know why but I just do huhuhu.
And yes if you have noticed a pattern, I love characters who are rose themed sue me (╥﹏╥).
Would it be a shock to you guys if I said I already had a 4800+ words written in my draft for the Albafica x reader story? I wrote it yesterday after getting back from my trip...
Let's just say making it in a modern setting is a LOT easier.(And I get to focus on one character... ehem)
Aughhh, I have been fixated on the Saint seiya franchise for quite some time, especially the lost canvas(I was relieving my childhood ehem) and Albafica...🤤 One of my first fictional crush AHAHA.
I'm so tempted to write for him... There's not enough fics for him, or even in general for saint seiya x reader huhuhu(╯︵╰,) especially in English 😞
I'll most likely post on Ao3, been wanting to get into it for quite some time after all ehehehe...(And I already have a story idea for Albafica x reader...)
And no let's not talk about that yandere ror series I was supposed to make...
˗ˏˋ𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ´ˎ˗ — EHEM, hey there... So like, idk if you've seen the new season for Record of Ragnarok BUT, I have been stalking your blog and I love your fics and I've seen your fandoms and I saw that you had ROR albeit even if it's Inactive BUT, I am so desperate for any crumbs so can I request ROR gods(Specifically Hades, and Apollo) with a valkyrie S/O? Like, they're fighting against their opponent and their opponent's valkyrie just so happens to be their lover?? I saw a fic like that somewhere and I want more, and take your timee!! - Anon
˗ˏˋ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ´ˎ˗ — The duties of a valkyrie were never untainted, and you knew your obligations better than anyone else; put humanity first above everything, even yourself. So now, all you can do is smile and wave goodbye with tears to the one who held your heart, just as you held his.
˗ˏˋ𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Romance/angst.
˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐖 ´ˎ˗ — Ooc especially Apollo, spoilers for s3, ass brief fight scenes.
˗ˏˋ𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Helllooo!! And yess!! I have actually just recently watched the third season for Record of Ragnarok and I will say... It reignited my phase so I will consider writing for it once again!! Especially Hades, Qin Shi Huang, and Apollo like gah dayum... Fell in love with them the moment their chapters came out.
✩-𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍-✩
Prologue
Since the dawn of your existence, the weight of your duty as a Valkyrie had always rested heavily upon you. To fight for humanity, to choose the best among them, and to ensure they survived the horrors of the battlefield.
So, it was certainly no surprise that Brunhilde rejected the notion of you taking a god as your lover, but desires of the heart does not bend so easily to caution. And you knew you were guilty too; after all, you understood the consequences that would follow from giving in to your wishes.
Yet... The only regret that lingered was that you were not granted more time together.
𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒
Word Count: 1,549
You truly wondered if Brunhilde had done this on purpose. Her merciless words starkly contradicted the calm expression she always held so delicately. Yet nothing could silence the cruel echo of those words in your mind.
"You’ll be up against Hades." The words stunned you. Brunhilde looked so cold as she stared at you with her calculating gaze, one you knew all too well. Yet you maintained eye contact wutg narrowed eyes with your older sister as she continued, her words leaving no room for argument.
"And I have already assigned you to your partner, Qin Shi Huang, King of All Beginnings. I'm sure you've already heard of him."
And that was it. She never even bothered to warn you, trusting that you would choose your duty over your heart without hesitation. And the harshest truth of all was that she wasn’t wrong. You had always placed your calling above everything; you deeply loved humanity and your sisters, and you knew that it would eventually be your turn to lead your warrior to victory—but this…
Your heartbeat hammered against your ribs, your fingers curling into your palms as your teeth pressed into your lip. Yet you kept your composure. You knew Brunhilde, you knew your older sister perfectly, and once she had made up her mind, nothing could ever sway her decision. Nothing.
Biting back your anger before it could spill over, you forced out a faint, "I… see." From the edge of your vision, you noticed Goll lingering behind the older Valkyrie, watching you with quiet concern, though you only offered her a small, reassuring smile. (But even she knew everything wasn’t going to be okay.)
And now here you were, clinging to Qin as both of you stood bloodied and battered, though he had taken the worst of it.(Hell, he even lost an arm!) All the while, you could feel your spirit beginning to fracture, small cracks forming under the relentless heat of battle, yet you refused to let up.
"How are you holding up, my dear Valkyrie?" His words reached your mind, though if you were being honest, you felt you should have been the one asking him, given his current state.
You sighed, grip tightening on his shoulder as you swayed a little, "I should be asking you that, I mean look at you!"
The foolish king simply smiled, almost boyishly, before shifting his attention to the figure before you, Hades. Seeing him like that made your heart falter despite yourself.
On the other hand, the king of the underworld could hardly believe that cunning Valkyrie had arranged such a match. He had come here for one purpose alone and one purpose only, to avenge his brother. But to see you transformed into his opponent’s Volundr…
He tightened his grip on his bident, damn it. He knew that this hesitation would get him killed sooner or later, but how could he possibly bring himself to hurt his beloved?
The silver-haired god could only curse under his breath. He knew Brunhilde was the kind to take advantage of others and sacrifice them for the greater good, and now she had exploited your devotion to your duties—but this was a low blow, even for her.
"Though I suppose that Valkyrie wouldn’t care about fairness," The thought bit at him, yet his expression barely held any visible irritation as he spun his bident behind him, his stance ready to intercept any attack. Yet hesitation gripped his heart far too tightly for him to prepare another heavy blow, for the fear of losing you felt far greater than his desire to avenge his brother.
The weapon Qin held in his hand was beginning to crack, and that only made his unease far worse. Images began to form in his mind of you as well, cracked and battered, all in the hope of helping this mortal… No, Qin Shi Huang. Hades could respect this man for his love for his people and as a worthy opponent, but even then, he would never forgive the Fates for this outcome.
Most especially Brunhilde.
"Well, are you going to attack again, or should I do the honors?" Qin’s voice echoed, pulling Hades from his reverie. The god narrowed his eyes at Qin’s provocation, yet still kept himself composed.
"Watch your tone, there is only one King worthy to leave this arena and that shall be me."
"Hao! Truly, only one can leave—but I’m afraid it won’t be you." He shot back before attacking again. Hades parried the oncoming strikes, but that was all; he never once tried to exploit Qin’s openings, no matter how clear they were. And Qin Shi Huang saw it.
“Oh? Not about to attack me, King of the Underworld?” You gripped Qin’s black hair, desperately trying to signal him not to anger your lover any further, yet Qin ignored your warning, only placing a hand on yours. Before the fight had even begun, you had already told the King of All Beginnings that you were married to Hades, after Brunhilde had warned you of his tendency to charm others.
"Qin..."
“My dear Valkyrie, I know how much Hades means to you, and I am truly sorry for the fate you were forced into.” The sudden, genuine sympathy from the usually egotistical king made you freeze. Your shoulders sagged before you shook your head, trying to focus. Yes, the Fates were truly cruel, but now was not the time to let emotions and personal attachments get in the way of victory.
"I'm trying to tell you to focus on the battle, Qin. And I knew what I was getting myself into when I married a god."
Now, it all came down to this final attack. Qin’s blindfold had long since been removed, his sword in hand as he readied himself. Hades took his stance as well, spinning his fully awakened bident—now infused with every last bit of his life force and fused with Poseidon’s trident—once more in front of him, his eyes narrowing in focus and contemplation.
If he truly gave it his all, he would have to watch you fall alongside your warrior, and he couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you shatter into millions of fragments, scattering across the universe and fading into Niflheim. He might win the battle, but the idea of never seeing you again... and knowing he had indirectly caused your death? No, that was too much for him.
At the same time, the thrill of facing a worthy opponent after eons felt exhilarating.
“I understand why you love humanity so much, my dear [Name]…” he thought with a faint smile. In the end, he still gave it his all. Their weapons clashed in a thunderous collision, both struggling as they fought on equal ground. Then Qin blew a puff of air—the Torrent of the Tortoise—which struck Desmos directly, giving him the advantage.
The shock on Hades’ face was evident as he forced more of his blood into Desmos. Yet Qin used the Swallow Slash Force of the First Emperor without a moment of hesitation, taking full advantage as every second counted.
Then...
CRACK!
Desmos cracked, then shattered into a million pieces like fragile glass as Qin thrust his sword into Hades’ heart, piercing through his back. The silence was deafening—until Hades smiled at Qin.
“Spectacular… you truly are a worthy king…” he breathed as he began to fall to the ground. His mind wandered to his brothers, Poseidon and Zeus, silently apologizing to them—before his thoughts drifted to you. His beautiful, hardworking, and diligent valkyrie.
Yet before his body could hit the battered floor, you caught him, gently lowering his head onto your lap. Tears streamed down your cheeks as sobs escaped your lips, the sound echoing through the colosseum. Everyone—especially Qin and your sisters—knew to remain silent as they watched the Valkyrie who had aided Qin in her own husband’s defeat.
"Don’t cry… [Name]," he began, a thin red line of blood trailing from his lips, though he paid it no mind. Seeing you cry your heart out stirred something deep within him. He seldom saw you in such a state, yet round after round, as you watched your sisters fall, he had seen you cry more often, mourning their deaths while you cursed Brunhilde under your breath.
"I’m sorry… Please… don’t go…" you begged, the words hitching in your throat as you bit your lip until you could taste the metallic tang of your blood. Yet Hades merely lifted his hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek as his body slowly began to fade.
"Take good care of yourself, okay?" he said gently, and it reminded you of the times he had comforted you without judgment, how he made you feel so loved, and how you were more than just your identity as a valkyrie. And now… now you would never be able to see him again—not in this life, and there would never be another life for him.
Hades couldn’t say it as his time had come to an end, but he mouthed the words, "I love you," as he faded into Niflheim, and only the two of you would ever know his final words to you.
𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎
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The palace of Apollo was truly grand and luxurious, befitting a man such as the sun god himself—who just so happened to be your husband. But you weren’t here to admire the architecture of the Olympian god’s abode… or your own. No. Apollo had summoned you here to talk.
“Darling, my love, my sunshine… you cannot be serious about this, right?” The voice from behind you sounded uncharacteristic of the man you knew so well; his tone carried a note of displeasure, which was understandable given the unfair circumstances you had both been placed in.
A sigh escaped from your lips as you finally turned around, your eyes focused on Apollo's face. Seeing his brows furrowed was a sight anyone rarely saw, and yet… Despite the displeasure in his expression, his radiance and beauty felt almost unfair with how the sun was casting its glowing light upon him.
“Keep frowning like that and you’ll get wrinkles, you know?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood, but it was clear the usual flamboyant and narcissistic god wasn’t having any of it. How could he when he knew there was a chance none of you would ever see each other ever again?
Apollo closed the distance between you so quickly that it caught you off guard and pulled you into a tight embrace, as if he never wanted to let go—and the truth was… he really didn’t. He was scared, so scared that he bit his lower lip and rested his head on your shoulder while your hands hovered awkwardly in midair, unsure of what to do. The feeling of being in a daze lingered, but eventually, you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Can't you just refuse? This is so beneath us."
"You know I can't, my duties as a valkyrie—"
“Then why not let someone else do it?” He cut you off, his voice rose slightly with pain as he pulled away. He didn’t understand it—he loved that you were so diligent and responsible, but for once, he wanted you to stop and break from your duties for him. Even if it was selfish, he didn’t care.
"My darling, they are just humans, why bother trying to help mortals who have no chance of winning against the gods?"
“Never say never, my dear,” you said with a soft and sad smile that always made his breath hitch. It was so unfair how little you had to do to undo him—him, the god considered one of the most beautiful and strongest among the others and yet here he was practically begging you not to participate in this petty little competition between the gods and mortals.
“There’s a reason the score is 4–4,” you finished, walking toward him and taking both his hands in yours. “Besides, I heard from Hermes that you wished you were there to witness the deaths of the fallen gods because it surely looked beautiful, right? It sounds to me like you were eager to display your passion and strength too.”
“That was before I knew that cunning Valkyrie of a woman had involved you!” His grip on your hands tightened, causing you to wince, yet you still smiled that foolish—and most beautiful—smile at him.
“Please, don’t blame my sister Brunhilde for this. She only wants what’s best for humanity and its survival.” You paused, searching for the right words as you stared into his beautiful golden eyes, which looked back at you with quiet pleading. “And I’m willing to do everything in my power to help her achieve it.”
Apollo could only look at you with a defeated, helpless understanding. He knew there was nothing he could do to change your mind, no matter how hard he tried or how much he begged; even if he threw his pride into the ground and shattered it to pieces, it would never be enough to make you change your mind… still…
"Even if it meant it would cost either our lives?"
The silence that followed felt deafening, yet it was your response that truly struck him. “I was always prepared for those consequences.” You leaned in, your noses almost touching—not for a kiss, but for a whisper that might just be your last to him. “But even knowing the pain of loving a god, I will never regret loving you, and I will forever be grateful for all the memories you’ve given me.”
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Apollo’s respect for Leonidas grew as the fight went on longer and longer. The strength of the brute of a man proved to him that humans truly weren’t so bad after all—and that they too had genuine beauty within them that he had refused to see for so long even with your coaxing.(He'd do anything to hear you call him stubborn again.)
But that didn’t erase his complicated mix of liking and disliking for the King of Sparta. His strength was commendable—he would give him that—but he was far too… aggressive for his liking. Apollo could only hope that Leonidas treated you well and that you were safe, although, given the condition of his Volundr, that was unlikely… especially since the Volundr was you. And the blows they traded were neck to neck, even if his opponent had been at a disadvantage at the beginning.
The man standing before Apollo was battered and bruised, having taken several blows from his fists and threads. Apollo may have been considered a pretty, almost feminine god, but he was still a god who knew how to throw a punch, using his mastery of boxing and his speed to his advantage. Even still, Apollo also had taken a beaten from the King of Sparta's hatred(Albeit now with reluctant respect.) towards him.
Yet… he felt proud of his scars. His appearance might now have been unkempt and disheveled, nothing like his usual high-maintenance image, and the other gods in the colosseum might talk crap at his arrogance and flamboyance—but he took pride in bearing the marks of a worthy opponent and, in a way, from you, the very reason Leonidas could stand on equal footing with him in the first place.
“I have to say, I do not care for that filthy mouth of yours,” he began. Leonidas narrowed his eyes, expecting another arrogant remark, while your spirit beside the King of Sparta flickered, cracks beginning to form.
"Jeez, I still can't believe you chose someone as annoying as this fucker right here." He told you, his head bleeding as it it continued to drip on the floor while you shook your head.
“Apollo is… well, Apollo, but I promise you he’s not all bad as mortals or even gods make him out to be,” you said in his defense, looking at Leonidas as he huffed at your words before you turned your gaze to the man you loved so dearly.
Apollo, on the other hand, closed his eyes briefly, his hand pressed lightly against his forehead. “That being said, your attack was truly beautiful,” he finished, a note of serious finality in his expression. But it wasn’t his face that shocked Leonidas—no, it was his words.
"Huh?"
“I was worried you would treat my precious [Name] badly, considering how much of a savage you are. However, I can see that you know yourself well, and that your soul burns with a passion that works well with my spouse,” he said with a smile as Apollo’s threads around his hands began to unravel, shining brilliantly. The power they emitted caused Leonidas to instinctively step back a distance between him and the god that was now going all out.
You shut your eyes for a moment from the luminating light before opening them wide—was he really going to use Argyrotoxos? The sight and the realization should have left you trembling, but instead, it brought a smile to your face. Apollo considered Leonidas a worthy enough opponent to use this technique, and that alone made it feel… beautiful.
“Heh, gotta hand it to ya—your husband sure knows how to make a spectacle.” You heard Leonidas say this as you held onto him for a bit of support. Your lips pursed in surprise at his words before a faint, knowing smile crept onto your face.
"Oh? Is that respect I hear from the great and prideful King of Sparta?"
"Don't make assumptions, valkyrie."
The moment the gigantic statue of Artemis appeared, everyone knew this was all or nothing. You knew this was the moment you had been dreading—not death, no, never that. You had been prepared to give your life the moment you were born. But the thought of never seeing Apollo again was what truly pained your heart. But you knew you had to give it your all to Leonidas, and you would.
Using what little power you had left, you paid no mind to the cracks forming on the Volundr. Instead, you pushed the shield to its limits, hoping it could withstand the force of Apollo, who had nocked himself against the bowstring, becoming the deadliest arrow Valhalla had ever seen.
Meanwhile, Apollo’s thoughts raced as he settled onto the bowstring, his position ready. Yet he could only focus on the shield that Leonidas held with trust and pride. For a moment, he could see your figure standing beside Leonidas like a trusted companion, ready to give your life for the Spartan king, your Einherjar.
“But even knowing the pain of loving a god, I will never regret loving you, and I will forever be grateful for all the memories you’ve given me.” Your words echoed in his mind like a mantra, but he knew that even the slightest hesitation would ruin this beautiful battle—a match that would live on in the tales of all who witnessed today’s splendor.
The two opponents faced each other in a final showdown, while those seated in the audience waited with bated breath for the clash that would ultimately determine which side would take the lead.
Drop
And suddenly, the two clashed in a burst of blazing light. Apollo shattered the shield with his hand, the Volundr cracking into millions of fragments as his fist punched through the side of the Spartan king’s stomach. You yelped at the impact, feeling yourself flung away from Leonidas’s side. And yet, despite the blood and the gore, Leonidas’s grin only widened before he grabbed Apollo by the shoulder, determined to even the score.
“That smug face gets one more punch!” Leonidas yelled as his clenched, blood-soaked fist struck Apollo’s already battered face. “Here you go, pretty boy!”
Apollo groaned as the blow struck him hard, and a profound silence followed—save for the muffled cries of the Spartans behind Leonidas. Then the familiar green cracks began to spread across Leonidas’s body where Apollo had struck him. Yet what shocked everyone—even the usually unflinching brute—were the tears that finally ran down from Apollo’s beautiful golden eyes.
He pulled both Leonidas and you into an embrace, the two of you already beginning to shatter under the whims of the battle that had brought you to this end. Apollo, most of all, held you tightly, as you closed your eyes in quiet contentment, a smile forming on your lips—while he wore a soft smile of his own, despite the tears that started to cloud his vision.
“The both of you… were exceptionally beautiful… especially you, my dear [Name],” he whispered. Leonidas scoffed, though a proud grin remained on his face, and for once, he said nothing—allowing the god and the Valkyrie to share their final goodbye in peace.
PS, I might have gotten them mischaracterized since I started this request during the release of the new season and I eventually got too busy and lazy to write this early on, soo... And I may have gotten overboard once I had the free time I needed ehehe. And I kinda forgot that there were more parts for Apollo vs Leonidas and so I just decided to skip some of it... And yes I have bias for Apollo sue me!
