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poppuppink · 5 months ago

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Unripe Apples

Pairing: Enel x reader

(Enel is still a baddie, but I just wanted to add someone who keeps giving this big bitch food because there's no damn way anything will fill his stomach up, besides filling mine with his thunder rod)

Warnings: ENEL, Enel being an egotistical bitch, Reader is AFAB, but I'm planning to change it maybe

Words: 2.5k words

Was there ever a time when a god kneeled? Zeus refused to bow to his father and no god would ever need to look up to their follower's eyes. How special are you to the proclaimed god in front of you, to be on his knees, begging.

Enel was no man nor was he an angel, he held no mercy and not even those who look down on humans refuse to fight him in battle. His staff and gold jewelry clink as he walks on the clouds. Even with his large frame over the people with wings, his presence comes as quick and quietly as lightning.

He was god, in those who follow him and in your own vision. Yet, his own eyes were on you, glinting with curiosity and interest. He'd occasionally hold out his hand out for yours and you'd respond with giving him your family's offering. His body stills, as his outstretched hand only reaches for your hand holding the embellished gift. You only learn to shake for your fate, but all he does is to stroke the freckles on your arm. The servants on his side pry their way to you two, their vicious and jealous presence wanting to get you as far away as they can from their god. The god glares and they fall to their knees in retaliation. He gently takes your offering in one hand as his other strokes your fingertips. The entrancing small sparks pump your heart faster, but your gaze still never meets his. He lets out the smallest huff and proceeds to take the offerings of others quickly with his staff, the aura turning silent instead of egotistical.

Your eyes were always by your feet, your mother and father taught you to keep your spine stiff and to swim swiftly. They gave you a small pouch of kept meat blood, to lure or bait predators in case you were launched far by their god.

"If you ever look up to see unfamiliar rays shining, remember the sun will be your last sight." warned your father

"Learn to starve yourself when the light is brighter than usual, all that you've caught will be offered to him, none will be left to keep you afloat." advised your mother

You were prepared to say the least, using what you had to live accordingly. Even when you can avoid the large jaws hidden in the clouds, eyes still loom over your figure through the jungle. It was not a predator of sharp teeth and claws, it was a god that was looking right at you. You never knew it was the god, but you've learned to ignore it in every task you did with the help of your parents. Your family has soon realized that the gaze is different from what you've experienced, as a matter of fact, the sense of the gaze was only rough when anyone was in your vicinity.

This led to some of your friends to always being cautious around you, their body always on edge as if the world would eat them whole with one wrong move. They soon avoid you on most chances, leading to you tending the garden for comfort. As your field of food comes to fruition, you have encountered the pests that crawls by the fence. The fence wasn't useless, rather, the pest were stronger. They crawled their way through the overlapping branches on the other side, dropping from the leaves onto your crops.

You've decided to hack some of the branches, none of the main ones, but just those that come too close over the fence. With your machete in hand you walked around the fence to climb the tree. It wasn't difficult climbing, rather, it was harder to climb down. The tree was what an average sapling would look like to god, the size was significant in terms of height and thickness.

When you reached the top, your feet were sore from the climb. You finally reached the main branch that pestered your garden. It was not an easy task to cut the wood off, your arm going slack slowly after minutes of labor. It did however fall, the branch creaks with heavy anticipation and a loud resonating thump. You shook along with the tree, your body starved of energy. Sitting on the branch your foot was holding your body with, you let out a large sigh as your back gets accustomed to the bark.

Only your breathing could be heard, the leaves scratching along with the wind. It was only for a few moments, but you were able to catch it. The sound of crunching leaves on the ground closing on your position. You perch yourself off the tree to look down, your eyes searching for the perpetrator. You glance at your machete in one hand as the crunching continues.

Then silence

You can't hear the leaves nor do you think 'it' stayed on the ground. It was in front of you

Before your eyes was the god with thumping drums and a lazy gaze. He was crossing his legs with his staff in one hand and the other holding his chin. You gaped and immediately kneeled as best as you could against the branch. Your gaze facing the ground up above, your body stilling along with your breath.

"What an honor to meet you, my god"

His eyes loom over you as you hold your position as best as you can. It was silent until you heard the jingle of his jewelry and an exaggerated sigh that you tried to barely peak at him

"Tell me, girl, what are you doing up here above the grounds?"

You gave a curt reply in hopes that his interest in you will dwindle and leave you be

"I am cutting down the branches of this tree, my God. The insects use the branch as a means of transport onto our crops."

"Hmm, are you good at farm work, then? Or do you do this for leisure?"

His question only fills you with dread. No question that he wishes to use you for labor and maybe even use you dry for other work. But you were trained to comply with his whims, because who'd be crazy to defy a God who could have you dead at any time?

"I do it in my free time, God. I help with my family's crops and gardening."

"Then can you care for apple trees, girl?"

He got right to the point and you just want to evaporate away from his overbearing sight

"Yes, my God."

"Good then."

He claps his hands together as the golden embellishments clink with one another. In a blink of an eye, the both of you were on the ground as your forehead pressed onto the dead leaves.

You look up in surprise, the sudden transport rushes your heart and sweats you out. In your state of confusion, your eyes finally met with the God's. Instead of the cold gaze, his eyes looked at you like it was watching something of interest. With a stature like his, your neck ached with the other fear symptoms crawling throughout your body.

He looked back at the trees with their branches sticking forth above your garden, realization striking you that your task at hand was never finished.

He sighs through his nose and switches his staff to his other hand, pointing its tip in the direction of the trees you were climbing. Using the staff, he strikes it, letting the sound resonate gently, as quickly as you can blink a white flash comes down.

You freeze in place and the smell of burnt wood fills your nostrils. The slight smoke came from the distinct cuts on where the branches were accompanied by the slight thuds of fallen logs.

Gulping away your fear for even just a second, you bow again to God. Thanking him quietly and meekly.

You can feel his gaze shift from your form and onto your garden, his eyes scanning the growing crops with little interest.

"Girl, offer me something to chew."

As soon as his request left his lips, you rushed towards your crops and quickly chose the basket of apples you plucked earlier before climbing the fence. Using your hands, you carried the basket to god, who has sat on the ledge of one of your garden's crop slots. He was picking at his ear as his large frame looked laughable compared to your garden.

Huffing as you placed the apples before god, you bowed again and waited for his command. Farmers weren't always pressured by god, nor were they enslaved in comparison to the soldiers the god would enlist for fun. In fact, the farmers would sometimes be grateful if they were chosen to serve since the village would be on good terms with god to not cause chaos to the people.

This has happened to your family a few times, but each time becomes more demanding as time goes by. God would only recognize your family nowadays, which in the eyes of others plagued jealousy and anger each time. Soon the village has isolated your family from the rest as your neighbors built their fences higher to hide their scorching gazes on your backs. With this factor, your family felt more enslaved than others under your god. As the village dehumanizes you, you've learned to hate your work to please god.

Crunch

The bite of one of the apples startles you. He continued to eat it as you stayed bowed.

"Girl."

You perk at his voice and find the bit apple in front of your face. He held it out for you, a sign to take it. With hesitant hands, you slowly took it from him in silent confusion. His large fingers are what you touch more as it engulfs the entirety of the apple and you shiver at how his hands are cold as ice compared to yours.

"This apple is fresh, is it not? But there are far better apples I have eaten." He states with a slight tilt of his head

"Yes, my god." You reply quickly as you feel the pricks of his comment change his already narcissistic attitude to that of a scumbag.

"It's good you recognize your place then, this apple is not fit for a God with its taste unappealing to the core."

His hand shoves the apple in your hand to your mouth,

"Eat."

The shock on your face leaves quickly as you take a small bite, your body freezing as his hand still holds yours to ensure him you're following his command

"How does it taste?" Enel asks with bored eyes observing your expression.

You weren't quite sure how to answer his question. He stated how the apple was good, but not enough for a god's standard. So if you appealed to him, you would be in his good graces.

But

The god, Enel, did not like the obsequious people at all. Ironically, he hated them, thinking they were not worthy of a personality that made them appear above others by using methods a spineless coward would use to survive.

There should be no reason for his distaste for these type of people since they fit so well with his demands as a god, but the disclosed eyes of his army and Enel's say otherwise.

"It tastes fresh and that of an average fruit, my god."

Your response acknowledged both the appeal of pride in your family's work fit to please anyone else but a god who deserves something above average was what you thought.

His eyes didn't seem to change in demeanor when he heard you, but the slight shift in his posture to lean forward made you break out a sparse cold sweat.

"But it can be better, it will be."

He said in a chilling voice, insinuating a plan only he knows about, something you know that possibly involves you.

You can only meekly reply with a yes and stand firmly in place. His hand that helped hold the apple to your mouth took it and threw it to the side.

" Girl, be merry, for I will task you to care for this god's harvest and nutrition." He stands with pride and ego, his jewelry jingling in delight as your face pales in comparison.

This wasn't your first time being chosen to provide their crops as offerings to god, but it was the first time god approached you himself. There was usually a messenger, a man clad in white and small gold accessories, approaching your home with his leery smile.

"You have been chosen for ___'s banquet today, our god only deserves the best, so make haste for his holiness' tongue!"

He jeered and left with such grace that you almost mistaken his presence to be a man of goodness.

But why you and why now?

Your god has already insulted the taste of your harvested fruit and even had you confirm it nonetheless. He did say 'it could be better', but how can a fruit be better if this was the best offer you had worked on?

So you rebutted on eggshells

"My god, an honor is it to serve you in harvest work and nutrition, but I am not the best suited candidate for that task."

Your eyes rose to meet his and as if in that moment, you saw why your parents told you the sun would be the last thing you'll see.

Enel's eyes held no emotion, but his stature held animosity to your words, as if he's daring you to continue.

You dare not to and hold your tongue

As quickly as your words held in your mouth, the god's stare slowly but surely went to boredom. The gears turned in his head, as if finding reason to use your statement to offend himself and punish you even when it held no hostility to his position to begin with.

"Nonsense, you have been serving your god's banquets for the past 3 months now, your god knows his word is absolute."

Just as he lectures you, you hear the backdoor of your home swing open.

"Dear?" your mother called out, "You've been working too hard, you can-"

Your mother drops the glass of juice and bows

"My god, what an honor to meet you." She forces as she shakes in place

God doesn't turn his head to acknowledge your mother but continues to stare down at you, never breaking eye contact.

"Woman" he calls to your mom as his eyes keep you in place.

"Yes, my god?" Your mother looks up to meet his request but passes quick glances at you in worry.

"She will serve during this month's banquet. Prepare her in 2 hours and I will get her by then."

The horror on both of your faces doesn't even register as anything but shocked delight in god's eyes. He rises to his full height and disappears without a trace

Just as fast, your legs give up on you as your mother holds you with your father returning home to see his wife and child sobbing.

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