𝙰𝚙𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊 [YANDERE! RECORD OF RAGNAROK X F! READER]

4

As Y/n conversed with Heracles, Hermes approached her with a warm smile, extending an invitation to a grand feast taking place in Valhalla later that evening. Before Y/n could respond, a flurry of voices erupted among the gods as they argued over who would have the honor of escorting her to the feast.

Thor insisted that as the god of thunder, he was the most suitable candidate, while Poseidon argued that his mastery over the seas made him the ideal escort.
Anubis suggested that his wisdom and guidance would ensure Y/n's safety, while Beelzebub declared that his charm and wit were unmatched.

Indra remained silent, his jaw clenched in frustration as he watched the chaos unfold. Y/n, feeling overwhelmed by the attention, attempted to interject, but her voice was drowned out by the clamor of the gods.

It wasn't until Buddha stepped forward with a calm demeanor and suggested that Y/n should choose her own escort that the arguing ceased, and all eyes turned to her, awaiting her decision.
"I think I'll go with..." I paused, glancing around only to find the gods staring at me dead in the eye.
Gulping nervously as I tried to avoid eye contact at all cost,
Thinking buddha would be the safest option...for now.

"I'll go with buddha." As soon as I announced my decision to choose Buddha as my escort, the atmosphere among the gods shifted with a palpable tension.
Sweatdropping as I noticed how silent the whole arena was, The next thing I knew..

**𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂**

A table flew across the arena with such force that the hall shook momentarily, I turned to look at the culprit and turned out it was none other than Beelzebub.
The god who stared daggers at me when I first went into their meeting.

Author's POV

As Y/n announced her decision to choose Buddha as her escort, the atmosphere among the gods shifted with a palpable tension.

Beelzebub's smirk turned into a scowl, his eyes flashing with resentment as he witnessed Y/n's choice, jaw clenched in frustration, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he struggled to contain the surge of jealousy that threatened to consume him.

Thor's brows furrowed in disbelief, his grip tightening around Mjolnir as he shot a jealous glare in Buddha's direction.
Poseidon's eyes narrowed with irritation, a wave of possessiveness washing over him as he watched Y/n take Buddha's arm.
Anubis's stoic facade faltered, a hint of envy crossing his features as he observed the serene smile on Buddha's face.

And amidst the sea of jealous glares, Buddha remained unfazed, his expression serene and composed as he offered Y/n his arm with a gentle smile.

TIME SKIP

Y/n stood before an array of magnificent gowns, each more breathtaking than the last, as she prepared for the evening's grand feast in Valhalla.
The room she had been given was opulent, filled with rich tapestries and ornate furnishings, but her focus was entirely on the selection of dresses.

She ran her fingers over silks and satins, marveling at the intricate beadwork and delicate embroidery. A deep red dress caught her eye, its color reminiscent of a sunset, but she hesitated, thinking it might be too bold.
She then considered a shimmering gold gown that sparkled like starlight, its flowing fabric promising an ethereal grace. However, her eyes finally settled on an elegant, pure white dress with silver accents that seemed to dance in the light.

The white gown reminded her of purity and grace, a perfect reflection of her inner strength and gentle spirit. As she slipped into the dress, the fabric hugged her form perfectly, cascading down in soft waves. She gazed at her reflection, adjusting the silver clasp at her shoulder and smoothing out invisible wrinkles. The dress made her feel both powerful and delicate, a perfect blend of confidence and grace.

With a final glance in the mirror, Y/n smiled, the white dress highlighting her ethereal beauty. She felt ready to face whatever the evening held, hoping her choice would not only impress but also convey the respect and elegance befitting her unique position among the gods.

As she made her way to the feast, Buddha was waiting for her, his serene smile making her feel instantly at ease. Offering his arm, he led her down the grand halls of Valhalla, their steps in perfect harmony.

The anticipation in her heart grew with each step, knowing that the evening ahead would be filled with both the grandeur of the gods and the underlying tension of their affections.
Walking beside Buddha, Y/n felt a sense of calm and confidence, ready to embrace whatever the night had in store.