Effortless

"That's not going to stop him."

gods & goddesses

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The legends in your village spoke of a benevolent yet mighty god that blessed the townspeople with rich harvests in exchange for a bride: she was to be "untouched" by human hands and chosen by a celestial envoy during her birth.

"______, it is time." During your twenty-two years of life, you were taught to love a man you never knew. Every walking minute of your day was dedicated to pleasing him in every manner; be it physical stimulation to mental relaxation techniques, you found them completely pointless. If you were destined to love this man, then you could only hope he could understand the emptiness in your heart along with the hatred you held against him for taking all available paths of life away from you.

God or not, you wanted this selfish fool to know the length of your suffering.

"I beseech you, oh God!" Led to a particularly lovely cliff view of the calm ocean accompanied by an orange-pink-hued sky, you feel yourself beginning to lose consciousness as your surroundings waver and dance around you in a frenzy. Your body feels as if it's sinking into a vibrant tunnel of colors and water as something grasps at your figure and pulls you toward a source of bright white light. 

Wherever you were, you were no longer home anymore.

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Comfortably resting in his palace quarters with you changed into fresh clothes, Oikawa Tooru — God of Water — held your unconscious form close to his body hoping you'd open your eyes soon. The god of water's realm was not a friendly place for those who weren't given Oikawa's seal, and you so-happened to appear at the edge of his palace — beasts of both karmic affinity were known to linger about for any lost or foolish beings that dared to cross their borders.

"Shittykawa, hurry up and fulfill your promise so those stupid humans can leave us alone." In trudges a grumpy Iwaizumi Hajime who holds a thick scroll held together by a jade coil; clearly the war deity was unhappy with Oikawa's lack of responsibility when it came to fulfilling human agreements. Watching his friend stroke your face in a delicate manner, Iwaizumi scoffs at Oikawa's short attention span and opts to throw the document at the brunette's head, knowing full well that he was too engrossed with his new bride to care for humans at this point in time. Iwaizumi leaves the room for both you and your newly betrothed, giving Oikawa more time to take in your delicate features and familiar beauty mark underneath your eye.

"_____." A human in the realm of gods never lived long enough to fully experience eternal bliss, but you promised him again and again that you would keep returning to his arms until the destruction of the universe. Oikawa couldn't believe you returned to him as promised, but the fear nipping at his gut returned to rouse his anxiety.

Maybe you've forgotten him after all these years.

"I want to make sure you love me again." Although he finally had you again by his side, Oikawa knew nothing but sorrow at the thought of you forgetting his face.

Waking from your long slumber, you felt both fully rested and sick due to your immense hunger and dizziness. There was something odd about your current whereabouts: a gold-and-silk furnished room decorated with fine treasures and furniture that only the wealthy wished they could get their hands on, large fruit trees that grew at unnatural corners of your particularly dimly lit room, and an all-to-familiar scent seemed to cover your sheets and kimonos. You eye each area of the room before pushing yourself off the bed carefully setting foot on what felt like tiled flooring.

This whole room was built like a palace.

"I need to get out of here." A sense of urgency and panic begins to rise as you force your legs to take you to the doors of your abode. It takes all your strength to throw them open, but the view of the lily-covered lakeside is quick to give you back your lost energy.

"I..." This whole place smelled and definitely looked familiar, but you didn't want to remember.

"_____." A male voice calls your attention as another body collides and fits your frame like a missing puzzle piece. Your bed sheets and kimono all smell like him, and you didn't like the feel of comfort that washed over your body when your eyes found his face.

"You're the god of water." He, Oikawa Tooru, held you in his arms in an unbreakable embrace that was strong enough to prevent any immediate escape.

"No need to worry, I've given your people what they wanted. I finally have you to myself again, I've missed you so much!" You don't expect to hear a god cry — he knew you and seemed to have a very strong attachment to you.

"I... thank you for that." You don't know what to do in Oikawa's embrace and feel even more confusion at the fact you knew his name. Everything felt fuzzy yet overwhelmingly hot — the world around you spun itself in rapid circles before letting you fall unconscious yet again in Oikawa's arms.

You don't remember him.

"You fulfilled the contract; you shouldn't have let them bargain a woman in exchange, you fool." Iwaizumi berates Oikawa with cruel words, but the spiky-haired god doesn't continue to prod into Oikawa's affairs with the humans any longer. Iwaizumi knew the first woman that the water god ever loved offered herself to him and faded away after her human lifespan grew out; Oikawa was a fool to think he could keep his loneliness at bay forever.

"She is everything to me." You gave him many reasons to not only keep his alliance with the humans, but to see different perspectives he would have never considered possible due to his disdain for free will. He knew the depths of his foolishness, but couldn't deny his heart yearning for anything that was "you" again.

"As you wish, but don't come to regret this decision later. The cycle will continue whether you like it or not."

Oikawa hated that Iwaizumi was right — the human lifespan was not long enough to survive a god's destruction.

"There will always be ways."

Was he desperate? Yes.

Was he foolish? Yes.

"A fool." The god of water merely loved you too much to let you go, but he knew what he would do to win your heart again. He would feel those lips against his, your flesh caressing every part of his nude form, and your eyes giving him that same hopeless look of love.