#king leonidas

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300 (2006) dir. Zack Snyder

[praisethesuuun]

How would RoR characters react to you wearing these pajama pants?

Oh boy, this is going to be fun

RoR characters reaction to you wearing this pajama

Brunhilde: doesn't really know what to say, but I have the feeling that, once the initial shock is over, she'll ignore you for the rest of the day. His tactic is: if I don't look at it, it doesn't exist.

Lu Bu and Chen Gong: you probably convinced the strategist to wear them with you, making silly poses and bursting out laughing immediately afterwards. Lu Bu is confused, very confused, but if you're having fun then that's okay.

Thor: he has no reaction, completely apathetic, but you look cute in those pants

Adam and Eve: they wonder how they could raise you like that. Did they do something wrong? Are you crazy and didn't notice?

Hermes: he believed that, being with him, you had learned to have good taste... that's not the case-

Poseidon: he would burn them instantly, probably with you in it

Kojiro: he bursts out laughing like crazy, thinking about where you bought them and how it is possible that they passively fit you. Eventually he buys himself a pair.

Jack: he would be startled at first, then chuckle. You look so silly in those pants, he can't help but think you're cute, so cute!

Heracles: he probably gave them to you

Raiden: oh boy, he would stare at them and wonder why you decided to buy yourself such a thing. From the outside he judges them, but inside he would like a pair too.

Shiva and Rudra: I think they had some mercy initially, before demolishing your sense of style. But then, they do a totally unexpected wow thing: "Look! I'm wearing them too, so they make fun of us both"

Buddha: "What the f- why are you wearing that stuff?". He starts asking you a thousand questions wondering why you're wearing it, then he sighs and let you be.

Zerofuku: he asks you where you bought them and buys himself a pair of the same type.

Hajun: "...what the hell are those? No, you know what? Don't tell me"

Qin Shi Huang and Hades: they are emperors, they spoil you like never before, they give you and buy everything you want... and you choose those pajamas? Outrageous.

Loki: he is shocked. His brain is blank, there is no reaction, before he bursts out laughing like hell and making fun of you. This will be something he will remember for ages and will make sure you don't forget it either.

Beelzebub: he honestly doesn't give a damn

Tesla: "WHA- where did you get them? I want them too!"

Leonidas: well, he's wearing that hawaiian shirt and you're wearing your weird pants. I think it's fair.

Apollo: oh my god. What the fuck are those. Take them off instantly, they don't suit you one bit.

[best-character-named-x-poll]

[perplexedhare]

Greek Muscle Daddy and his hot bloodthirsty girlfriend gotta be my favorite kind of relationship right now.

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Maybe it’s too sudden, but can I please ask for a Leonidas nsfw alphabet ?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!

Even though I said I would suspend requests, I’m doing this one because it’s really dear to me and I consider it as a birthday present *^*

NSFW ALPHABET - LEONIDAS

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Even if he doesn’t seem like it, the king is good at aftercare: in fact, he wraps you in his arms, caresses you, asks if everything is okay and talks to you, kisses your neck and shoulders, and loves to act as the big spoon, pressing you against his chest while he strokes your belly and chest, indulging in tenderness. He probably falls asleep quickly because the contact with your soft and warm body is relaxing for him, but you can easily precede or immediately follow him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The chest is his favorite part of his body: he is proud of it both because it is one of the symbols of his majesty and strength, and because you love rubbing your face against it and caressing it for a long time, your eyes shining for the excitement and the face completely relaxed. When you lean against it you feel safe and secure, and that is enough to make him even more proud.

Leonidas loves your hands: so eager to touch him but also able to welcome him in the sweetest hugs, always ready to tighten around his fingers and play in his hair, in them the king sees all the love you feel for him expressed in its full potential because they never let him go ― in a positive way ― and always find a way to reach him, wherever he is and whatever he is doing.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you or outside, Leonidas has no preferences and often makes both things happen: the king gets aroused especially when he sees your belly and chest covered with his seed and immediately afterwards he is able to cum inside you, to mark you as his both internally and externally. Plus, this giant loves to taste your fluids, so don’t be afraid to cum in his mouth, you’ll only make him happy ― and he won’t fail to let it be known.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Leonidas gets terribly aroused at the thought of taking you with the armor on: he knows that he stirs your hormones when he presents himself in front of you with his splendid armor, he sees your gaze light up and fills you with lust, so why not deny yourself the desire to be taken in full battle gear and press you against his shiny armor, urging you to look at the reflection of your face reddened and contorted with pleasure as he does wonders with your body and the contact with the cold metal amplifies your sensations?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

It is, it is: for simple adventures or longer stories, this big boy has acquired a very good level of experience because, among other things, he is insatiable and also learns quickly, so he always wants to experiment and see how far he can push himself, or which and how many limits to let you cross. He is very good at what he does so if you are at your first experiences you don’t have to worry, he will take care of you in the best possible way; and if, on the other hand, you are already an expert… well, then good fight and may the best warrior win!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press, and in general all the positions where he can press you against the surface you are lying on, leaving you hardly even the space to move. You must feel all his power over you, welcome his whole body on or inside you, and know that you cannot escape from him, even if you wanted to; you are a wren between the paws of a lion who, although kind and who would never hurt you, remains so in his desire to devour you with every gesture of love that his mind can think of.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Halfway between serious and more relaxed, it depends on how you are in that situation: if you are tense or shy, or instead you are in the mood to tease him or you need to be pampered more… therefore, Leonidas can remain mostly silent and make your kisses talk, or doesn’t let you breathe by shooting jokes on repeat or flooding you with dirty talks so extreme that you can’t do anything but blush and melt for your king.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet is a little lighter and brighter than the drapes, to be honest; and as much as the king loves to keep himself clean, he cares little about shaving. This thing will never enter his mind, he doesn’t see it as necessary so, in case you have to complain about the matter, know that you will not be heard. It is a losing game from the start.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Let’s say that Leonidas is romantic, but in his own way. He is not sophisticated and he doesn’t even want to be, however before the love making he spoils you with a dinner and watches you eat heartily, giggling and commenting on every face you make, slowly stroking the skin of your back and neck; every moment that passes you feel the heat of the room increase, and you know very well that you won’t be able to resist for long. Then when the moment arrives, expect to be caught and lifted by his strong arms and kissed for a long time while his hands take the opportunity to touch you everywhere and stimulate all your most sensitive points, making you moan and meow and without stopping until you beg to stop nagging you and start getting serious. With a few jokes, only in that instant the king listens to you: and from this moment prepare to say goodbye to your vocal cords, he will do everything to make you lose them.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Of course he does, at least once a day. It must be counted that sometimes he is away from you for some time, in battle or for other reasons, and therefore must somehow fill your absence; especially because he is a person who gets excited easily and so the thought of you invests him very often, and when it happens he can’t hold back at all. Fortunately, when he is in battle his thoughts are concentrated only on that, but when it is all over it is another matter…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink for sure. It is not something he has always had, but that he discovered with you: the idea of ​​having a son or daughter by you, with his strength and your character, drives him crazy just thinking about it. However, he won’t do anything if you don’t want to, consent and respect above all.

Another thing he could very well have is praise and daddy kink: if you rub yourself against him, worship and lick him all over and call him daddy repeatedly, especially while sucking and kissing his nipples or caressing his arms, the battle is in your hands: the king is defeated, you have won completely.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Generally the bedroom, because only here the king allows himself to drop his armor ― literally or not ― and reveal a softer side with you; plus, he wants to have you all to himself and be the only one to see what you look like when your body is flooded with pleasure, and also to hear every moan, cry and plead that comes out of your lips. No one else can have this privilege, he makes no exceptions to it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

In truth, very little is needed, even just your smile; but most of all, the vision of you taking care of his wounds after a fight, of his clothes or, generally, of him has the ability to throw into chaos his every thought. He knows how to look after himself very well, but seeing how thoughtfully you worry about him never fails to move something in his chest, because although you have agreed to share him with battle and a warrior’s life, you still find a way to keep him tied to you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Disrespecting you and being brutal is not in his vocabulary ― why should he treat you badly? One thing is dirty talking or more stringent language when it is time for intimacy, another to degrade you without the slightest need: he will never do it, regardless of who is in front of him.

On the other hand, however, Leonidas would not be able to stand by a person who does not accept his military commitments: these are his whole existence, you cannot reproach him for the fact that he is often and willingly intent on fighting or training, so he can never change it, deal with it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Nothing about you drives him crazy like hearing you moan loudly and see you squirm while he eats you out, so for the king is totally giving; also, as I said before, he loves to taste you in his mouth, so relax, your lord will take care of you, and he is a real champion at it. It takes very little for him to make you cum while his tongue explores you everywhere and lingers just where he knows you want the most, and here he allows himself to be sadistic, making you wait and pray, and continuing to tease until neither of you can take it anymore, and that is when the thing start to get really serious.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Quite sustained and energetic, even without necessarily getting to the rough: the sweetness is never lacking, and yet he certainly doesn’t go slow. His goal is to make you lose all the breath you have and drain you of all energy, so he doesn’t keep any of the strength he has or the impetus to tame you and make you his until you are about to pass out, stressing with every thrust who has the reins of the situation and enjoying even more of this power.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes yes YES! He loves them, in the end it is enough for him to even feel you in his arms for a short period of time, but physical contact with you must never be missing. So quickies are welcome, if only to give both of you temporary relief and to ensure, if you can’t be together for a long time, that you can get back to your duties without being pressed by arousement.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

A person like Leonidas certainly does not hold back in front of some good opportunity to experiment, and the more the thing involves some risk the more he is inclined to do it, obviously if you agree too and if you feel calm; otherwise, you can always find a middle ground.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I am sorry for you ― or maybe not? ―, but be prepared to be opened in two by this man, because his energies are inexhaustible. Luckily, he too needs to rest, but know that one night is not enough with this lion: he takes you over and over again, barely allowing you to catch a breath, until the bed breaks, and then he continues on the floor or against the wall, showing no signs of tiredness. If this comes it is sudden, but remember that you will most likely be the first to give in, and at that point he will stop too.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any, but he wouldn’t mind seeing one in action on you. So, if you have some, he will be curious to see the effect they have on your sensitive body, and then take matters into his own hands and start playing with buttons and other things to test how far you can go without completely losing your sanity. Come on, let your king have some fun…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

In truth, Leonidas is not unfair; the one who teases and torments him the most is you, but his tolerance is also quite broad and he willingly accepts what you do to him, unless his role is really questioned. In that case he gives you a chance to get away and flee, however, if you ignore the signal, then the spank with which he destroys your ass is really yours. And say goodbye to your clothes, too.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Needless to say, Leonidas is VERY loud, truly sonorous, and even under the sheets he never fails to make himself heard: he is silent only when he is intent on kissing, biting and sucking you, otherwise it is all a profusion of comments, cries and laughters, of words with which he encourages you to continue, to fight him if you can, not to give in to fatigue, and, as he approaches the climax, also of low roars. Even if the bedroom is well protected inside the house, it is impossible not to hear his voice echoing in the corridors and conversing with yours, always lower and thinner.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The king has a more than instinctive propensity to bite and pinch your legs just as he is pounding into you well or just before starting to eat you out. From thighs to toes, he can’t help but sink his teeth into your flesh and carve it hard, or kiss wherever he can reach and squeeze until the skin turns red, enjoying every grimace and moan and gasp that you can’t control.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The king is all proportionate, awww! So get ready to deal with a cannon. His dick is broader than long, and thickens still more towards the tip, which is particularly reddened. It is covered in veins along its entire length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Really high, there is nothing more to say, and not too difficult to keep so because all he needs is the contact with your hands: therefore, the more you scratch him, squeeze him or cling to his massive tits, the more horny he becomes and he has to take it out on you, in any way you both like.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As I mentioned at the beginning, next to you the king relaxes so much that it is easy for him to fall asleep during the aftercare or nearly after. He sleeps like a baby, calm and safe, because he knows that no dangers come from you and that you are there with him, so nothing worries him. Hurry now, he is waiting for you in the dreamland ❤️

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Leonidas at Thermopylae by Jacques-Louis David

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What do you think of Daddy Leonidas? 🤣😊

Roygiri Roygiri.... You don't know what you just asked don't you?

Let's start with something.... appropriate first shall we~

When people said that "King Leonidas" is a Spartan soldier & king, I expected his design to be a classic Greek armory or royal gettup like Qin or maybe Ares. But when he showed up with a whole ass more modern attire, let me tell you I choked on air when I first saw him. It took me minutes to process everything, and when I do, I freaking love his design.

It makes sense since he's one of the oldest Einherjar and died in the early history (aside from Adam) so he sorta watched how war these days evolve and he increases his military training to adapt with modern wars.

We don't have a complete description of his personality yet, so we'll just have to wait. But with what we have for now, lovely Leonidas girlies headcannon him as a rude and brute hunk, but deep down is a gentle teddy bear who actually cares for others. 😊☺️

Also, I have high hopes for his backstory later.I know nothing about Spartan history/mythology, so I sorta imagine his story to be like Lu Bu's or maybe Kojiro's - their ways of honing their skills and fighting are different from norm. But if Ajichika-sensei writes a tragic story for him, I don't mind either. What matters is how it will turn out.

Now that aside, let's move to the inappropriate ✨✨ part~

OH HAVE MERCY I'M ABOUT TO BUST

I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME SO HARD THAT THE BED BREAKS

THERE'S NO "TILL"

WE DOING IT ALL NIGHT ALL DAY LONG

FUCK ME EVEN IF I PASSED OUT DADDY

WOOF WOFF WOFF BARK BARK WOOF

OH YOU LIKE CATS? MEEEOW MEOW MEEOOWWW MEOW MEOOW MEEEOWWWW

THOS TATASS SO FAT SO SQUISHABLE LET ME SQUISH JUST ONE SQUISH DADDY I MEAN SIR

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300 (2007) Dir. Zack Snyder

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LIVE IMAGE OF MY BABY DADDIES SEIZING EACH OTHER UP

GUYS GUYS GUYS!! LETS JUST ALL GET ALONG!!

LETS MAKE A GYRO!!

THATS A GREEK SANDWICH!! 😭🤪

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Gerard Butler naked scene in 300 (2006).

[justasimplemoth]

Some sketches and a fullcolor of King Leonidas✨

I've been sketching these days on my sketchbook while I was waiting for my new tablet and when it arrived I could finished my coloring of Leo I really enjoyed doing that :]

The lineart of Leo was made by: @/Zssjblue on Twitter

Hope you enjoy the Anubis sketches and the Qin Shi pom sketch 🐕

[praisethesuuun]

What do you think RoR characters would be cancelled for?

Please, this is too funny.

WARNING: harassment, alcoholism, Leonidas boobs, kidnapping

Zeus: anything you can think of, literally. Stalking, harassment and probably drug use...that old man creeps me out

Jack: murder.

Loki: do I really have to express an opinion? Just look at him- he is probably a half-alcoholic and, in my opinion, Loki did some harassment here and there

Hades: kidnapping.

Poseidon: being a bitch. Oh, and he's probably misogynistic

Leonidas: explicit violence and too big boobs

Apollo: OBSCENE ACTS IN A PUBLIC PLACE

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Messenger's Daughter 300

wc: 4k a/n: video clip for the movie scene is inserted if y'all wanna see!

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The dusty road leading to Sparta was long, every step taken heavy with the heat from the Sun.

Your father, the official representative of King Xerxes known as the Persian envoy, led the procession on foot.

You walk a few paces behind, eyeing the skulls of conquered kings dangling grotesquely from his horse.

Having spent countless days and nights studying what you can on Spartan culture, a sense of urgency knot in your chest of the potential outcome.

"Father we cannot do this," you plead, the desperation in your voice cutting through the dry air. "Bringing these skulls will only provoke their rage, not intimidate."

Laughter erupts from the men around you, coarse and mocking.

"A woman lecturing us on matters of war?" one sneers, his face creased with disdain. 

The others join in, their laughter a choir of ignorance.

 "What's next, a child advising the king?!"

Anger flares within you, burning away any hesitation.

Facing the man who dared to belittle you, your voice rise with every word. "You are fools if you think the sight of those skulls will make them cower! Spartans are proud, fierce...they will meet this threat with blade and blood."

As you spoke, uneasy glances were exchanged, your words igniting a flicker of doubt amongst the retinue. But your father saw only insubordination.

"They are—"

"Enough!"

Your words are cut off by a hard slap across the face.

The blow sends you reeling, head snapping to the side as a searing pain spreads across your cheek.

You look up to meet the steely gaze of your father, his hand still raised from the strike. "Your emotional, fear-driven babble have no place here. You have no right to speak of war and strategy."

His words sting more than the slap.

"Shall I remind you what lacks between your legs? The only reason you are here?!" Your wavering frame makes him step back with a scoff of indignation.

"Put your veil back on...and know your place," he turns away, dismissing you with a wave of his hand to rejoin the men who reveled in your humiliation.

You stood there for a moment, the pain in your cheek echoing the ache in your heart.

You always thought, hoped, he would grow to value your intelligence. That he saw the potential in you went way beyond the traditional roles of women, perhaps one day take his place as Messenger.

And dare say, even respect you.

But his words laid bare the truth. You are nothing more than a pawn in his task of diplomacy and power.

You can't help but feel a sense of loss. Not just for the father you thought you knew, but for the future you had envisioned.

With a heavy heart, you reach up, fingers trembling slightly as they drape the veil over your face.

The fabric felt suffocating, yet it was a shield, hiding your stifling tears from the world

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As you approached the gates of Sparta, the atmosphere is palpably heavy.

The Spartan guards, known for their stoicism, eyed the group with a mixture of suspicion and disdain.

Your father stepped forward, his chest puffed with a misguided sense of pride along with his men. "I have come to speak with your Spartan King in the name of our ruler King Xerses!"

You linger at the back, exasperated from your father spouting praise of the tyrannical leader's strength and power.

The veil's once comforting ability of anonymity is rendered useless by the guards' unnerving scrutiny. 

A shiver runs down your spine once you finally pass their security, the heat of their gaze still following as you continue on to the heart of the city.

Despite the streets thrumming alive with activity, the tension is too palpable to ignore.

"Greetings!" Amidst the crowd of disciplined warriors and stoic citizens, a man steps forward, addressing the group with a sly smile.

Of average height, slightly shorter than the Spartan warriors, his presence still commanded attention.

He tilts his head in greeting, smile deepening till the point teeth show. Had you known better, you would say he resembled a wolf.

"I am Theron, a representative of the esteemed Spartan council. You must be the Persian envoy we've been expecting."

The delegation's arrival to the gate had already reached the ears of Councilman Theron it seems.

Your father nods. "Indeed, I am. We come bearing a message from the mighty Xerxes. Bringing with us, peace and cooperation."

Waves of disgust sweep over you upon catching his subtle hand movement towards you. 'So this is my purpose ? To be an offering of 'peace' incase a King needs more persuasion to bend the knee.'

"Peace you say?" Theron's sharp eyes catch the gesture and seems to understand the indication by the way he stares on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "Spartan hearts are not easily swayed by outsiders. Our loyalty is unwavering..."

As he talks, his gaze trails down your figure before settling firmly on where yours would be.

You shift uncomfortably under his leering, feeling as though he sees right through the veil that covers your face.

"Let us proceed to the palace, you will have the opportunity to present your message directly to our leaders there. Follow me."

You barely take a step when you're yanked to your father's side. "Speak out of line—ruin this chance of negotiation...and I will have your tongue."

His grip on your arm is harsh, tight enough to leave a bruise, but you refuse to show weakness.

Instead you remain looking forward, lips pursed as you give him a single nod.

Satisfied with your obedience, he moves to walk alongside the political man and delve into light conversation while you stay in his shadow.

After more minutes of walking, you finally reach the steps of the great Spartan palace.

You try to look and absorb as much as your veil would allow you, eyes wide in hopes of searing everything you see into memory.

It wasn't until accidently meeting the unwavering glare of a nearby guard did you remember where you are with a grimace and found focus on the floor.

The atmosphere feels suffocatingly tense, your clattering footsteps echo against the stone walls as if a reminder of your foreign presence.

A Spartan guard approaches Theron, whispering something into his ear. He nods subtly, view sweeping over your group before settling on your father with a practiced, stiff smile.

"I'm afraid it will be a while until King Leonidas and Queen Gorgo can receive you," the Spartan official announces, his diplomatic riddled voice echoing slightly in the spacious hall. "They are attending to matters of the state. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

Your father, seizing the opportunity, steps forward. "Councilman Theron, while we await their majesties, perhaps we can discuss the matters at hand. The great King Xerxes desires only peace and prosperity for all."

Expression unreadable, Theron nods, though his eyes betray a hint of skepticism. "Of course, peace is a noble pursuit. Sparta understands the significance of such journeys and messages. Rest assured, your words will reach the King and Queen's ears in due time."

As the men engage in conversation, you find yourself drifting away to a window.

The stone is cool as you lean against its edge to take in the rugged landscape of Sparta. A breathtaking view that should offer solace, is instead a stark reminder of your reality.

'Is this what my life has come to? ' you wonder silently, eyes tracing the harsh lines of the distant mountains. 'I have no mother, no siblings, no one but him... and now, even he feels like a stranger.'

Your hands begin to tremble, the fabric of your veil fluttering slightly with each quiver. 'Once this negotiation is over...

Fear gnaws at your heart, the future a looming shadow filled with uncertainty and dread.

'...what will become of me? '

The soft patter of feet breaks you out of your solitude of thoughts. You turn to see a child—a young girl, no more than six or seven, standing a few steps away.

"Chryseis!" a voice urgently hisses.

Glancing through your lashes, you catch a glimpse of a woman, presumably the mother. Her face is etched with lines of worry and fear, trying to coax the child back to her side.

But Chryseis doesn't heed her. Instead she steps closer, doe eyes fixed on you.

Conversations around begin to dim as the onlookers' attention move towards the unexpected meeting.

You feel the weight of every gaze; some curious, some wary, all fixed on the interaction.

They seem to expect you to react, but rather than focus on the growing apprehension, you direct your full attention to the little Spartan. 

Turning to face her fully, you silently admire her courage. You're aware of how ominous the black veil and attire made you appear to those younger - often assumed to be a Mistress of Death.

Yet, she stands there, undeterred.

You take a step forward, deliberately ignoring the guards whose hands move subtly towards their weapons. They adjust their stances, body ready to intervene should the need arise.

Untainted by the tense atmosphere, Chryseis extends a cup of water towards you, her small hands trembling slightly.

Your heart warms at the gesture, a sheer contrast to the cold indifference you've faced since arriving. 'She must have seen me all alone while the others drank and conversed, and believed I was thirsty...'

Kneeling down to be at eye level with her, you carefully take the cup from her hands.

In a smooth, almost reverent motion, you lift the veil; revealing your face for the first time since setting foot in the land of Warriors.

"Efcharistó," you whisper, the Spartan language feeling unfamiliar yet comforting on your tongue.

Chryseis's eyes widen, not in fear, but fascination of your appearance.

The Grecian sun bathes you in a golden light, causing the rich brownness of your skin to take on a glowing hue.

Your features are youthful: soft cheeks that seem to capture the gentleness of your spirit, thick eyelashes delicately frame your eyes, while your soft lips form a smile so sweet and kind, it could weaken the hardest of Spartan hearts.

Framing your head, full and voluminous curls cascade around your face and shoulders. Amongst the dark strands, a thick strip of white stands out, running boldly from the front of your scalp before weaving through the mass of locks. 

The most mesmerizing feature, however, is your eyes. They are a indescribable shade of blue, almost ethereal.

The sunlight catches in them, making the specks of turquoise and azure within shimmer akin to the clearest Mediterranean waters.

Those who initially regarded you with suspicion, are now taken aback by your unveiled beauty. The air is filled with a palpable sense of awe.

Seizing the moment to spread a little joy, you reach into your garment and dramatically pull out a goose feather. The large, white plume shimmers as you present it to Chryseis with playful grandeur.

"You know..." you begin, capturing her attention with a teasing smile. "I've had the honor of meeting Victory herself. She spoke to me of you Spartans..."

She's instantly captivated, a gasp escaping her lips as she leans in closer. "R-really?!" she breathes out with wonder.

Matching her energy with a frantic nod, you continue, "Yes! She told me to forever sing the praises of your strength and valor. And as a token of proof, she bestowed me this white feather."

"She commanded me," you add, lowering the feather to Chryseis' level with a deliberate motion, "to give this feather to the one who dared to be brave enough to face me. Whose heart knows no fear, who stands undaunted before strangers from afar..."

The others are silent, watching as you extend the feather to the child with an encouraging smile. "...and here you are."

You are rewarded with her excitement filled giggles, small hands eagerly reaching out to grasp the feather.

Her delight is infectious, resonating so much through the crowd a few reluctant smiles appeared from even the sternest of bystanders.

When Chryseis' mother steps forward to gently coax her away, the little girl casts a lingering look back at you.

Her smile is wide and radiant, clutching the feather like a precious treasure.

The warmth of the moment fades as tension seeps back into the air with the arrival of King Leonidas.

He is a vision of a Spartan warrior: his presence commanding the room effortlessly.

Each muscle sculpted as if created by the gods themselves. Eyes, sharp and discerning, pierce through the crowd.

You feel a flush of heat coursing through you. The attraction so immediate and powerful, it leaves you breathless.

Your attention shift, falling upon Queen Gorgo. She...her beauty both striking and intimidating. Something within you trembles—maybe it's the strength in her gaze, the unspoken power in her stance.

Whatever it is, the confusing the stirring in your heart worsens at the sight of her.

"My King and Queen," Your trance breaks at the voice of Councilman Theron. He steps to the royal couple with a bow. "I was entertaining your guests."

"I am sure." The Spartan King dryly responds, his focus and bored-like stare fixed on your father instead.

"Before you speak, Persian. Know that in Sparta everyone—even a King's messenger—is held accountable for the words of his voice. Now, what message do you bring?"

A grin spreads across your father's face. Undeterred, he extends his arms grandly towards the sky. "Earth and water!"

King Leonidas' eyes narrow, a mix of disbelief and disdain flickering within them. "...You rode all the way from Persia...for earth and water?"

He says nothing. His silence telling all that needs to be answered.

Witnessing the entire exchange, Queen Gorgo releases a scoff. "Do not be coy or stupid, Persian. You can afford neither in Sparta."

You nearly freeze in shock. 'She...'

"Wha..." Initially taken aback by her boldness, it is replaced with disbelief. He turns to her with disgust coloring both his features and voice. "...What makes this woman think she can speak among men?!"

Without missing a beat she retorts. "Because only Spartan women give birth to real men."

Inspired by a mere woman causing such a charged atmosphere, you step forward. "And yet, beneath the mountain, there lies a pile of the weak and brittle—the newborns deemed unworthy by the same warriors...What of them? Are they not also born of Spartan women?"

The weight of your words stuns everyone into silence, every eye turning towards you.

Some of the Spartan onlookers rise in anger, taking your words as an insult to their way of life. But they pause upon noticing the reactions of their king and queen.

His expression is thoughtful. While hers...she simply stares at you with a small—could it be approving? smile on her lips.

Your father's reaction is immediate.

A mix of shame and anger covers his face, eyes shifting between you and the gathered Spartans.

"____!" He snaps out your name in rage, a sharp reprimand for your audacity.

Without warning, he yanks you to his side. His grip is tight, fingers digging into your flesh with a painful intensity.

"You dare to shame me in front of these...these Spartans?!" he hisses in your native tongue, his words laced with venom.

His chastising is ignored.

You instead hold contact with King Leonidas and Queen Gorgo, unflinching even as the grip on your wrist tightened. 

"Speaking out of turn? Challenging their ways as if you hold any sway?! Was my hand not enough?"

His voice grows louder, more insistent; but you are anchored by the eyes of the Spartan rulers—their expressions unreadable yet not unkind.

"Must I beat your place into you?!" He harshly captures your chin, forcing your gaze to his.

The proximity to his rage is terrifying; you can see the unbridled fury in his eyes, feel the heat of his breath.

You subconsciously shrink under his view, a faint tremble of your lips revealing the fear instilled in you from a young age.

It seems years of facing his temper and punishments in the name of 'remaining silent and submissive' have left too deep of a scar.

"There is no need for such reactions," the King Leonidas intervenes, booming voice authoritative and calm.

Queen Gorgo, stare never removed from you, speaks with a clarity and strength that resonates within the hall. "Your words are bold, foreigner, and they cut deep. But it is the Spartan way to face even uncomfortable truths. We do not fear words; we learn from them."

Visibly shocked by their rebuke, your father releases his grip and steps away.

The shift is palpable, from a moment teetering on the edge of violence to one of cautious quiet.

"Come," The Spartan King takes the attention once more. Turning, he begins to walk, a silent command for others to follow. "Let us walk to cool our tongues."

The courtyard still echo from the tension of the standoff before resuming back as the assembly falls into step behind their king.

As you follow, it gives the citizens of Sparta who witnessed the entire exchange a chance to disperse with murmurs and speculative glances.

The path taken is led to a more secluded part of the city; it is here, under the imposing architecture and watchful eyes of its greatest warriors, does the conversation continue.

Having regained his composure during the brief interlude, your father stands firm. His voice carries across the open space, filled with a renewed sense of purpose.

"If you value your lives over your complete annihilation, listen carefully Leonidas. Xerxes conquers and controls everything his eye rests upon." Briefly flitting to Queen Gorgo, veiled threat in his look, "He leads a force so massive, it shakes the earth with its march. So vast, it drinks the rivers dry."

The messenger fails at noticing the changing mood as he continues his sung praises. "All the God-King Xerxes requires is this, a simple offering of earth and water. A token of Sparta's submission to the will of Xerxes."

At the mention of the God-King, King Leonidas stops in his tracks. "...submission...?"

You shift at the steady yet barely contained fury in his voice, growing wary of the feeling of dread growing in the pits of your stomach. 

"That's a bit of a problem." The Spartan man turns, corner of his mouth twitching in disdain. "You see...rumor has it the Athenians have already turned you down. And if those philosophers and boy lovers found that kind of nerve..."

Seeming to pick up on the shift as you, Councilman Theron suddenly step forward. He has a thin smile, a light and forced chuckle leaving his cautious frame. "W-we must be diplomatic."

King Leonidas silences him with a simple raise of the hand. Giving the cunning man a brief glare from his peripheral, he retorts. "And Spartans have their reputation to consider."

Your father's patience thins.

"Choose your next words carefully, Leonidas." His voice is cold, warning sharp and laden with danger. "For they may be your last as king."

It's silent. Leonidas says nothing for a moment.

Hardened gaze scanning from the envoy to the Persian bodyguards, his thoughts began to drift as the distant laughter of children fill his head.

'Earth and water...'

The freedom of his people...

'Earth and water...'

The simple, pure life they have built...

'Earth and water...'

Seeking silent counsel; his eyes finally rest on Gorgo. The mother of his child, his Queen.

In a fluid motion, Leonidas draw his sword.

The metal sings when bared and is swiftly brought to the Persian messenger's neck. The armed men in your delegation reacts with alarm, but the Spartan guards are quicker.

"Madman... you're a madman!" your father gasps, terror evident in his voice as the Spartan guards mirrored their king, their weapons drawn against the Persian force.

"Earth and water," Leonidas coolly declares in resolve. He begins to back the man towards the open well—a final answer to the demands of Xerxes. "You'll find plenty of both down there."

"N-no man, Persian or Greek, no man threatens a messenger!" your father protests, desperation coloring his words the closer he's inched to the void.

Steadfast, the King steps closer, the tip of his sword barely touching the envoy's skin.

"You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps. You insult my Queen. You threaten my people with slavery and death." His voice rises with accusation, each one a blow that seals the older man's fate. "I've chosen my words carefully, Persian. Your message is clear. It is that of a war party!"

"This...this is blasphemy!" the cornered male cries out, his eyes darting desperately for any sign of mercy.

In doing so they land on your lone form standing amidst it all, wide teary eyes watching everything.

But...

You're not captured?

'Why isn't she-'

"My King, please. This is madness." Councilman Theron's last-ditch effort to prevent chaos interrupts his internal confusion.

As your father's heels dangled over the hole, the King shares a final look with his Queen.

A firm nod is given.

And that's all the confirmation he needs. 

"Madness?" Leonidas echoes, a storm brewing in his eyes. "This. Is. SPARTA!"

With those final words, he delivers a powerful shove, sending your father plummeting into the darkness of the well.

His screams echo hauntingly into the void as Spartan warriors unleash their wrath upon the remaining Persians.

"Leave one man alive," his voice shatters the trance you were in. You try to blink away the disbelief, the memory of him falling to death fresh in your mind.

'Run. Run away now...'

Feeling the stare of another, you look up only to lock gazes with your father's killer.

King Leonidas, the man who had just sealed the fate of your father and traveling caravan. Is looking at you.

The unwavering conviction in his eyes nearly roots you to the spot, every instinct screaming at you to flee.

'...before he kills you.'

 In a desperate bid for escape, you turn to run...only to be caught by a nearby Spartan guard.

"N-No!" You yelp in fear. Desperately dragging your feet and squirming in hopes of breaking away, it seems fruitless as his grip remains unshakable while pulling you.

Panic sets in.

The closer you get to him and the ominous pit, the more palpable your dread becomes.

 It isn't until you're standing before King Leonidas do you realize just how overwhelming he truly is. 

His presence alone commands attention, but it's his voice that anchors you back to reality.

Booming and authoritative, he speaks. Not to you, but to the sole survivor of your group. "Tell your god Xerxes, Spartans fear no one. We bow to no one..."

In a swift motion, King Leonidas grabs you from the guard and yanks you against him. His arm wrap around your waist possessively, a stark contrast to the chaos around you.

You can feel his strength, the hard lines of his body pressing against yours. It sends a wave of both exhilaration and fear through you.

He reaches up, his fingers entwining in your hair before pulling your head back with a firm tug. Throat exposed to the cool air, your breathing becomes shallow at his next move.

His breath is hot against your skin. You feel his lips and nose lightly tracing along your pulse line, reveling in your trembling figure and rapid heartbeat.

You're acutely aware of his body pressed against yours, the controlled power in his every movement.

Fear of what might come next battles with the indescribable feeling of being so close to the current ruler of Spartans.

"Warn him," he murmurs with a low growl, face hidden in the crook of your neck "warn him of the force that is coming..."

Lifting his head, King Leonidas meets the terrified eyes of the sole survivor, "...has made a wife of his pathetic Persian messenger's daughter."

[ancientorigins]

Zack Snyder’s 2007 fantasy historical film, 300, has probably made the Battle of Thermopylae one of the most famous battles of the ancient world.

[riseofamoonycake]

Hi, I'm new to this (I don't use Tumblr often,) but I'd like to request a short scenario (SFW) about the reader (female reader) who loses her dog in Valhalla, she eventually winds up finding the dog in the arena where Leonidas and the Spartans train and once she finds her dog, the dog is so happy to see her that it almost knocks her over, causing her to accidentally crash into an unsuspecting Leonidas and the reader gets all flustered because she realizes that oh no, Leonidas is really hot.

AAAAAAAA CUTEEEE! I really enjoyed this! *^*

«Daisy! Daisy!! Come on, big girl, come back here!

Hours have passed since you have been running like a mad woman through the entire Valhalla, yet you don’t feel tired, just worried. You still can’t explain what suddenly pushed your playful adventure companion to run away so desperately and disappear from your sight, but now you are the desperate one. And to think that the day had started in the best way, with one of the most peaceful and bright mornings you have ever seen!

«Come on, come back! Here, Daisy! Daisy!! Daisyyyy!!!!»

By now you have lost count of the people you have met on the road and from whom you have asked for help, for an indication, if they had seen your four-legged friend pass by and where it went; some gave you information, some failed, and some didn’t even look at you. You must have traveled dozens of kilometers by now, yet not even a trace of Daisy. But where could it have gone?

You start to scream its name again, then your voice comes out hoarse and you burst into sobs, hiding your face in your hands and trembling as you abandon yourself to uncontrollable crying. Ever since you almost lost it once, the moment your mortal life ended and you found yourself here alone, and after a few moments you saw it next to you, the terror of being separated from it once again has always stayed with you and now it has become more than real; and you can’t even think clearly anymore, only feeling confusion and black  sadness, and feeling your whole body being affected.

«Daisy, please… don’t leave me alone», you murmur as you start walking again, disheartened, and you don’t even look where you are going; so much so that after some time you almost collide with a large stone structure, and this forces you to look up. Clang of weapons and screams of men comes from within, and you recognize one of the arenas in which warriors of all times and places continue to train and exercise; and you are about to walk away, when from one of the entrances you glimpse the flickering of a tail and you stop, eyes widening, and you approach.

In the heart of the arena, surrounded by the men who play with it, jubilant and amused by all that attention, Daisy jumps on the warriors and bites the pieces of cloth with which they engage in an innocent battle with it, always emerging victorious and licking, as a sign of apology, the face of the opponent it beat; and you remain contemplating the scene for a few moments, amazed, and then burst into the arena without paying the slightest attention to the size of the men surrounding you or the weapons passing a few centimeters from your head, the eyes full of tears, but now of relief. «Daisy! Little one, here you are! I looked for you for hours, thank goodness you are okay!»

The dog turns suddenly at the sound of your voice, then rushes to you barking and jumps on you, welcoming you with joy; you hold it in your arms, however its impetus is so intense and the weight notable that you can’t help but step back and almost fall… if it weren’t for the sudden obstacle that comes between you and the ground, and stops you.

«Oops! Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I…» You turn to apologize properly to the man you bumped into, then you stop: in front of you stands the most imposing warrior you have ever imagined, his gaze severe and his eyebrows raised in a expression of surprise as he pulls a cigar away from his mouth and stares at you, and your blood freezes in the veins as your mind immediately recognizes it. And who wouldn’t? Everyone in Valhalla knows Leonidas, the indomitable king of Sparta!

«Hmm? A woman in the arena? And where did you come from, little chaffinch?», exclaims the warrior, taking another puff from his cigar and staring at your figure from head to toe, and also at Daisy, that is also quiet. «Oh, I see, the dog that came to visit us is yours, then?»

You hesitate to answer, continuing to stare at Leonidas’ enormous and strong body without even saying a word, and you only realize that you are blushing badly when the king gives you a questioning look and you move your eyes from the abs that the shirt reveals. «Something wrong? You hurt yourself, huh? Come on, say something!»

You step back, looking for something to say, then giggle in embarrassment and notice that you have even started to sweat. «No, no, I’m fine… we’re fine… we’re leaving now, sorry to bother you!», you babble in a few seconds, then put Daisy on the ground and start running with it, trying to get away from there before your already bad show becomes even worse, and you try not to hear the sound of Leonidas’ powerful laughter behind you.

You run and run, also helped by Daisy that doesn’t stop until it reaches a flowery meadow and throws itself into it, rolling among the daisies and waiting for you to do the same, then you stop under a tree and breathe. What a day, you think to yourself, taking a deep breath…

… Certainly not one of the worst, all things considered, you finish with a half smile.

[madame-helen]