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Hello, a request please, from ror buda x reader daughter of Poseidon, the reader ends up with buda for supporting humans, the reader is a goddess of marine animals and hates how humans hurt them

Sorry it took me so long but I hope you like it!

The Enlightened One and The Water’s Princess

Buddha x (Daughter of Poseidon) Reader

“Ooohhhh…” (_____) said as she held her face in her hands, pacing back and forth in her room. This was it, this is what was finally going to make her Father snap and kill her. She decided to join the humans. I mean sure she hates them for what they do to her precious creatures. But she was at least not blinded by power and anger to see that Earth now needs the humans in its ecosystem. (_____) was glad that Brunhilde was helping out humanity. But did she really have to go all in with Ragnarok!? It was only a matter of time until Poseidon saw the note she had left for him, she was far too frightened to tell him in person.

”You know (_____), if you keep pacing like that you might make a hole in the floor.” She jumped at the sound of the familiar voice. It was Kingyo, her spirit companion. And not far behind Kingyo was Chrysópsaro, her other spirit companion. Both had the form of goldfish. It was one of her favorite marine creatures. So silly looking and loveable. They were the first things she ever made with her powers, it was the happiest moment in her life.

”Yes, you’re right Kingyo.”

”Well? Aren’t you going to tell me why you were doing that?”

”Us.”

”Yes, yes, sorry Chrysóparo, I mean us.”

”I’m just so nervous. What happens if I face off against my Father? I know I’m strong but not as strong as him.”

Chrysóparo swims through the air and stops next to her head, gently patting it in comfort. Kingyo also swam close to her face but kept talking. Trying his hardest to make her feel better. She sighed and listened to Kingyo as he gave her a pep talk. She smiled and petted both of the goldfish, they in return nuzzled back making her laugh. Their fins tickled her face.

She gathered her thoughts and put on a confident facade. She gracefully walked out of the room, both floating goldfish each at her side. She could feel her anxiety creep up on her but (_____) pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. She made it to the human area and sat with Göll. The young girl’s presence helped calm (_____)’s nerves. She always did have a soft spot for Göll, she was like the little sister she never had but always wanted. The rounds soon started and the desperateness of the situation started to sink in. Chrysóparo comforted her by rubbing against her hand. She thanked him with a smile and pet him to calm her nerves. She could feel her fellow gods’ glares of betrayal as she watched the competition. It took everything in her not to run away and hide from those stares. But her little fish friends helped her keep calm and keep watching the competition.

Those stares weren’t what was scaring her the most though. It was her Father, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t find him. And it scared her to her very core. Anxiety ate away at her and the what ifs wouldn’t go away and leave her alone. What if he found her? What if he read the letter and wanted her head for it? What if-

She was cut off when Heminal announced Poseidon as the next competitor. Her blood ran cold as she saw Kojiro and her Father prepare for the battle. She was terrified that he was going to take out his anger of betrayal from her on Kojiro. Then they locked eyes. Poseidon had always been cold towards his daughter but this? This was something else. His stare alone nearly made her feel like her uncle was welcoming her soul to the world of the dead. Chrysópsaro and Kingyo hid behind (_____) out of fear from Poseidon. But no matter how scared she was she couldn’t look away from the fight. This wasn’t just a fight for humanity’s life but hers. If Poseidon would win this round it would only be a matter of seconds till he came to claim her life just like his opponents. She was so scared and anxious that she didn’t even realize that the match had ended and that her Father was now dead. The cheers of the crowd snapped her out of it and she cried. She cried so hard, tears out of both happiness and sadness. Chrysópsaro and Kingyo swam to Goll and Brunhilde, celebrating with them. That moment allowed (_____) to slip away and into the hallway.

Leaning against the wall she slowly slid down to the ground. Her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. She had no idea how long she was out there until a hand on her shoulder snapped her out of it. Looking up behind her was not who she was expecting. It was Buddha. She quickly wiped her tears and stood to greet him. “B-Buddha, I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

The man smiled a small smile at her and hugged her tightly. “It's ok (_____), he will never scare you again. And humanity will live on, I’ll make sure of that.” He whispered as he stroked her hair comfortingly. It was odd but not unwelcome. The two have had conversations before and the occasional physical interaction but he never had done anything like this. She looked up at him curiously. Silently asking why he was doing this. He chuckled and hugged her tighter. “You always did what you needed to do to make your Dad look good. But now, I can hug you all I want and not have to freak out about him.”

The realization hit her hard. She was free of the need to constantly look over her shoulder to make sure she didn’t bring shame to her Father. She smiled and hugged him back tightly. A new sense of freedom washing over her. She smiled up at him and spoke. “I love you.” The words shocked Buddha, he wasn’t expecting this at all. But with all of the stress and torment she went through and now finally never having to worry about it must have made her start doing things without thinking. He smiled back and planted a soft kiss to her forehead. “Same here my Kelp Cake.”

A/N: I like stopped writing after a while and lost my train of thought so if the story changed in a weird way that's probably why.

Just reblogged some writing prompt lists. So, I'll be doing writing requests for the following fandoms:

The Owl House

Amphibia

Adventure Time

Jujutsu Kaisen

Chainsaw Man

Code Vein

Cyberpunk Edgerunners

Attack on Titan

Naruto

My Hero Academia

Bleach

Fairy Tail

Edens Zero

Rave Master

Mobile Suit Gundam The Witch From Mercury

RWBY

Lycoris Recoil

Jentry Chau vs. The Underworld

Dragon Ball (Z/GT/Super/Heroes/etc)

Just reblogged some writing prompt lists. So, I'll be doing writing requests for the following fandoms:

The Owl House

Amphibia

Adventure Time

Jujutsu Kaisen

Chainsaw Man

Code Vein

Cyberpunk Edgerunners

Attack on Titan

Naruto

My Hero Academia

Bleach

Fairy Tail

Edens Zero

Rave Master

Mobile Suit Gundam The Witch From Mercury

RWBY

Lycoris Recoil

Jentry Chau vs. The Underworld

Dragon Ball (Z/GT/Super/Heroes/etc)

Batman fic rec

I need some batman fic rec about a kind of general propt:

Batman isn't in the justice league, and they want to invite him in it, that's it, I found like only one fic about it, but batman and the birds were like unded... I was searching for one with like a normal batman, but that didn't join the justice league and I couldn't find any, so I'm asking you people

Okay I'm listening to Phantom of the Opera and we definitely need a phantom hannibal au. If it already exists can I please get recs?

Like literally:

That's the most Hannibal thing ever

request for any of the evans helping/making us studying? i need some heavy motivation to finish all my work :[ (also i hope you've been well <3)

Hi loves! I’m glad to say that I am definitely doing much better now. I’m going to try to write more now that winter break is coming up. I just wanted to say thank you for checking up on me, it honestly made me feel so loved and appreciated! I do have one more request after this with the one and only Kit Walker so stay tuned!

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Study Buddy

Tate Langdon x Reader

Word count: 577

Summary: You have been feeling quite unmotivated recently so Tate shows his support by helping you out.

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To say that time was flying by would be an understatement. It felt as if just yesterday I was relaxing by the pool while the sun graced my face with gentle touches. However, the calming effects of summer have long been forgotten since school was back in session.

The past few weeks have been tiring but what got to me the most was the endless pile of unfinished papers on my desk.

After a while of debating, I decided that the work could wait until I got my morning coffee. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen as the cold morning air nipped at my nose.

As I was finishing pouring my coffee I felt two arms lazily wrap around my waist.

"Well hello to you too." I giggled as Tate tried to reach over and steal my cup.

"Good morning dove." Tate whispered as he kissed my cheek and went over to the kitchen table.

I slowly walked over and sat across from him while placing two cups of coffee on the table. It was eerily quiet in the infamous Murder House which only worsened the anxious feeling in my stomach.

"Hey is everything okay? You seem kind of distracted.." The blonde boy across from me asked as he reached across the table to get a hold of my hand.

"Yeah, I guess I just have some schoolwork to catch up on but I just can't bring myself to do it." I shrugged.

"Well how about we grab our coffee and head upstairs to do it together?" He suggested as he slowly started getting up from his seat.

The thought of Tate trying to help me sort out my papers even though he hated everything to do with school made me smile. After nodding my head a few times I also got up from my chair and followed him upstairs.

Having Tate around always brought up my mood immensely. So when he mentioned helping me with my school work, all of a sudden finishing all my papers didn't feel like such an impossible task.

"Alright so are these the papers you were talking about?" Tate questioned as he grabbed a stack of papers from my desk.

"Yeah.. I know it's a lot." I replied while looking down at the coffee cup in my hands.

"A lot? Are you kidding we could totally knock this off in a few hours. Come on you can start on the science one and I'll do the history one, does that sound good?" The curly-haired boy asked me as he handed me a pencil and some paper.

A small smile graced his lips as he watched me start to scribble some ideas on the piece of paper. After a few minutes of him quietly observing me, he decided to put the knowledge Nora taught him to good use.

Finally, after about two hours' worth of hard work from both of us, we were down to only one paper remaining.

"See that wasn't so bad was it?" Tate said as he sat next to me on the bed and wrapped one arm over my shoulder.

I looked up at him and smiled while thinking how did I get so lucky to have him in my life. He was always there for me and he would always be.

"Piece of cake." I responded while wrapping my arms around his torso and nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck.

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Ps: Im going to continue to work on Sunshine Boy Chapter 3 as well as catching up on requests. In the meantime if you guys have any questions or requests for future stories definitely send me a message to my inbox! I will also be making a Master-list as well as a Tag-list post where you can let me know if you want to be added or removed:)

Taglist:

@saltplumfairy

@kylespencersvocalcords

@kryptiks

@nooimmaastarr

A fanfiction request. ( GuidoxCiccio )

This fanfic was requested to me and I did my best. I have to warn you though, it has heavy mentioning of bullying, a slight eating disorder, and a few slurs and curses. I have never had an eating disorder, but it's a very serious subject and if you or anyone is dealing with it, seek professional help because they deserve to be healthy and happy. I also want to say that this fic is not connected to my previous fic, though a few details may be similar.

After the movie, after that summer.

Ciccio quieted down, letting the conversation around the dinner table slowly die out with his silence. His mother glanced at him, her eyes gentle as she tried to figure out what was wrong. Ciccio didn't meet her eyes. Instead, he stared at the almost full dinner plate and scrunched up his nose. "Is there something wrong with the food, dear?" his mother asked, carefully. His dad also looked up, the last one to pick up on things as usual. Ciccio school his head and switched from looking at the plate to looking at his knees. "No. Everything's fine," Ciccio answered quietly and flashed a quick smile at his parents as he stood up. "Thank you for the food." He walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs, not wanting to stay any longer than necessary.

He sat down on the chair next to his desk in his room and sighed. A creeping feeling of disappointing his parents made him regret leaving so suddenly. He could definitely have tried to be nicer. Now they knew he wasn't feeling well and would ask him about it. But he could lie. He would lie. Downstairs, he heard the front door open after a few quick knocks. The person from outside talked with his mother, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. A wave of nausea struck him and he leaned his forehead against his desk. A slow groan escaped his mouth as he tried to breathe as slowly as possible. It would pass eventually, he hoped. His mother and the other person had gone quiet downstairs but he could hear his father cleaning up the dinner table. Shakily, he grabbed the edge of his pants and forced another deep breath down his throat. he shut his eyes tight as the memories pushed themself back to the front of his mind. "Ugly fatty," "Obiese asshole," "Have you tried losing a whale's worth of weight?" and so on.

Being pressed against a wall was bad enough, but being called those things straight to his face and knowing that if he showed even the slightest bit of sadness, they would bully him even more was unbearable. Almost every time during recess in school, they would find him. No matter what he tried, they always found him. It was all he could think about, those mean words. He already regretted what he'd done when he was "friends" with Ercole and this made him regret it even more. As if the bullies in school knew and wanted to give some personal payback. At least, Ciccio had never said such terrible things. But they had. They did. To him. And it was eating away at his mind. Another shaky breath. Everything was quiet downstairs. At least as far as he could tell. He thought about going downstairs and eating a little more. He'd apologise to his parents and smile at them. They wouldn't worry anymore and he didn't have to feel hungry. But he knew how that would end too. He'd just feel worse and wouldn't allow himself to eat anything for breakfast, and barely anything for lunch at school either. It was a vicious circle. He swallowed dryly and opened his eyes, staring straight at the wooden board of the desk.

He jolted up in his seat as he heard a sudden loud knock on his door. The knocks were followed by his mother's voice. "Ciccio, dear! Are you in there?" "Sí, mama…" he answered, blinking a few times to force the burning tears back. "Good," she said with a released sigh. "Your Guido is here," a small chuckle followed the sentence and Ciccio sighed. That's how his mother would announce Guido ever since they started dating. "Ok." Soon, she opened the door and let Guido in. With a warm smile, she closed the door again.

"Hey, amorino," Guido said gently and kissed the top of Ciccio's head. Ciccio quickly stood up and followed Guido to sit on the bed. That was Guido's favourite place to sit, Ciccio on the bed and Guido on the floor. Ciccio tried to say something lighthearted, getting a light conversation started, but he couldn't. Quickly, Guido watched on. He'd always been very smart. "Ciccio. There's something wrong, isn't there?" he asked, immediately standing up and sitting next to his boyfriend. Ciccio shook his head but couldn't meet Guido's eyes. "Ciccio…" Guido took a breath and started over. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But it might make you feel better." Ciccio nodded slowly and breathed heavily. Guido would understand. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming urge to tell Guido. But he didn't open his mouth, and he didn't look at Guido. "I've noticed that you've been… feeling worse lately." Guido continued, wanting to fill the silence and make Ciccio feel a little more comfortable with him around.

"That's… true," Ciccio admitted and immediately shut his mouth again. His voice was way too shaky for his liking and he didn't want to start crying. "Is physical touch ok right now?" Guido asked and as soon as Ciccio nodded, he placed his hand on Ciccio's back. Ciccio blinked and tried again to look at Guido, but he couldn't. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently, bending down and trying to look Ciccio in the eyes. Ciccio hummed quickly as a response and Guido smiled. "Great. Then take your time. I'll be here as soon as you feel ready." Guido smiled and straightened up. Ciccio swallowed again, thinking over the words. "I'm sorry," he started and winched. He hated when Guido apologised for things he didn't need to apologise for, and now he was doing exactly that. "… for being so distant with you. There are some things… going on in school." Guido thought back to school. In two days, they would both be going back to school. Sorting thoughts out as soon as possible would be quite important, no matter what happened to Ciccio. He just wished he could spend more time with Ciccio, but they were in parallel classes.

Guido stayed quiet, wanting Ciccio to talk. He knew he didn't like it when people asked him questions when he was feeling down. "There are a few people in my class that's been picking on me… for a while." He felt tears burn in the corners of his eyes and he tried to blink them away. Guido hummed, showing Ciccio that he was listening and wanting him to continue. "They keep calling me some… nasty stuff. Primarily "ugly fatty" and things like that." He could hear Guido draw a sharp breath. In the new silence, a few tears dropped down on his knees. The silence continued. Guido wanted to hear the whole story. "And I've-" The tears clogged up his throat. He couldn't continue and admit to not eating nearly enough. Instead of continuing the sentence, he finally let the tears roll down. After so many days, it felt nice to finally allow himself to cry. Guido removed his hand from Ciccio's back at the speed of light as he saw Ciccio move slightly closer to him. Ciccio wrapped his arms around Guido's torso and rested his forehead against Guido's shoulder. "It's ok to cry. I'm here for you," Guido said gently in Ciccio's ear as he hugged him back. It didn't need to be long to be comforting. "I've been-" Ciccio tried again, taking a shaky breath. His voice broke as soon as he started talking, and he hated that. Clearing his voice, he tried for the final time.

"I've been eating… less. Because of that." He forced out and he could feel Guido hold him tighter. "Oh, Ciccio," he ispered. He knew it took a lot of courage for Ciccio to be so honest with him. "They are wrong. They are so wrong and I think you know it deep down." Ciccio, now done explaining the situation, let himself quietly cry into Guido's shoulder. "They don't know what they're talking about. Their words are only out to hurt you. There's no truth behind them." Guido squeezed a little tighter and Ciccio winced. "What?" Guido asked, quickly letting go. Ciccio hesitantly let go of Guido as well to slightly pull his shirt up, revealing a green bruise the size of a fist on his side above his hip. Guido gasped and covered his mouth as his eyes fell on it. "Did… did they do that?" he asked behind his hand. Hesitantly and still with tears falling down his face, Ciccio nodded again. Guido's eyebrows furrowed and he closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes again "First thing's first," he said decisively and placed his hands on Ciccio's shoulders. Dragging him closer, he embraced his boyfriend once more. "Do you want to cry some more or do you want to do something else about it?" Ciccio cleared his throat again and answered. "Let's- let's do something else," he said, but the tears didn't stop. Guido hummed. "Right. If that's what you want." Guido took another deep breath.

"What we are going to do is as follows. We will go downstairs and talk to your parents." Ciccio flinched back and tried to shake his head. "I'm sorry, but it's important. I know it feels really scary to talk to them. Though, I'm confident in that they can help." Hesitantly, Ciccio nodded for Guido to continue. "After we've done that, you and I will eat a proper dinner, and since it's Friday, we'll watch a movie with some chips as well." Ciccio looked hesitant once more. Eating was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but he knew Guido was right. "And as soon as we come back to school, we will talk to the principal and we'll give those bullies a piece of our mind." Ciccio chuckled quietly. "Preferably without violence," Guido finished and smiled at Ciccio. Ciccio wiped away tears with the back of his hand and cleared his throat one final time, hoping that his voice would hold but not caring too much if it didn't. "Right. Let's go downstairs." he said, and added much more quietly: "I'm starving…" Guido stood up as well, taking Ciccio's outstretched hand. "Me too."

Talking to Ciccio's parents was hard, but they managed in the end. It took a little encouragement, but Ciccio had a whole meal. Guido wanted to stay with Ciccio for as long as possible, so he got to sleep over until Monday morning when they got ready for school together.

"What bunch of bologna. The principal isn't in until after lunch today." Guido announced to Ciccio as he stepped out of the teachers's office. Ciccio swallowed and glanced down the hall. Recess wasn't over yet and class hadn't started. "Guido…" he whispered. Guido stepped closer and placed a hand around Ciccio's shoulders. "I won't leave you. We should be happy it's only Monday." Ciccio smiled uncertainly and raised his eyebrows. "Why?" "Because our recesses align on Mondays," Guido said, smiling wider. The class would start soon and Guido promised to come find him as soon as possible. The school had a strict policy about being inside turning recess, so they were going to have to go outside at some point.

They sat behind a large stone. Ciccio had never avoided the bullies with someone before. It was a nice change of pace. But it didn't take long for the bullies to find him again. Guido stood up as soon as he saw their scowling faces. "Hey, fat ass. Who's your friend?" the leader said snarkily, looking straight through Guido at Ciccio. Ciccio looked away, his face a stone mast as to not show what he was actually feeling. Guido had no problem showing the bullies what he felt, however. "I'm surprised you don't recognise me. Though, I can't say I know who you are. Of course, I don't pay attention to slimy cowards." he growled and clenched his fists. The bully continued to ignore him, though his eyes showed a smidge of hurt for a split second. Instead, he continued to stare at Ciccio. "Wow. You're a fatso and a fagot. Who'd have thought?" he continued. With a snap of his fingers, the other bullies pushed Ciccio into the wall and held him stuck. Guido spun around and felt a stabbing regret. He saw the bullies, falling into the same trap as he and Ciccio did with Ercole. And he remembered what he and Ciccio had done to Luca and Alberto. This time, the roles had switched. But not much else. What Luca and Alberto didn't have that time was someone who could stand up for them. But Ciccio had someone. The leader of the bullies turned his hand into a fist and prepared to swing. But before he could, Guido took his wrist and stopped him from following through. "Don't."

"Or what?" the leader asked, finally acknowledging Guido's presence. "Or, I'm not so sorry to say, someone's gonna end up with a broken nose. And it isn't him," he said with a quick head gesture to Ciccio. The bully raised his head slightly, sticking his nose in the air. "You know what, I do recognise you," he said to Guido, keeping his fist in the air, still in the middle of a punch. "You're that scrawny dude that had a panic attack a few weeks ago." Guido's stance didn't waves as he stared the bully in the eyes. "And you are the cunt who's been messin' with my friend. So step. Back." Guido demanded. If he punished the bully now, it would start a fistfight. A fistfight he would lose. If he let go, the bully would continue hurting Ciccio. There was no winning in this situation. His eyes flicked to Ciccio. He met Ciccio's wide-open eyes and thin mouth. That mask rarely let any emotion through at all. But it did this time. He looked around, not changing his position. Ciccio didn't fight against being held back any more and the bully's stance was quite relaxed. He knew Guido didn't plan to let go. So Guido simply changed the plan.

He put on a face of defeat, letting the bully think that he'd won. But just as he was about to let go of the bully's wrist, he turned and swiped his leg instead. A wave of surprise hit his face as he fell to the ground. His head knocked against the hard ground and stared at the sky while Guido continued. It only took a few seconds for him to pry Ciccio loose from the other bullies and step backwards, Ciccio behind him with a frowning face and clenched fists. The other bullies rushed to help their leader up again and soon they were standing face to face once more. "Want to go again, you ugly bottom feeder?" he asked lowly, stretching a protective arm over Ciccio where he stood beside him. The bully scrunched up his nose as he looked at them. "What a sight. The scrawny fag and the fat coward." "Do you want to go again?" Guido asked again, hearing Ciccio square up beside him. A few seconds of silence spread out between them and the bell rang, startling the bullies. Guido turned to Ciccio with a smile. "Come on. These stinking slugs don't deserve a second more of our time."

As he walked back next to Ciccio, he reflected on their encounter. He barely knew Ercole, even after 6 years. And, self-centred as he was, he rarely talked about how he had it at home. Most likely, these bullies were just like Ercole. Afraid of new things and being brought up to despise anything different. At least that was one possibility. There were many more, but that didn't make what the bullies had done alright. He would not leave Ciccio, and they would have a big talk with the principal once he got there, but that will be later. This was now. And now, he and Ciccio had won. It might take time for Ciccio to start eating as normal, and Guido would make sure he talked to someone who would help, make it easier for Ciccio. But that would be later. This was now.