#ror king leonidas

[monochrome-cropcrown]

Lu Bu? Gone.

Poseidon? Sushified.

Hercules? Donutted.

Leonidas? Nuh uh-ed.

We lost many big titted Daddies 😔☝️☝️

[riseofamoonycake]

Imagine your fingers sliding trough Leonidas's hair and his facial hair as both of you laying down, embracing each other.

Well, this becomes a fic, because I need it. 

Leonidas’ army, this is for us all. Enjoy ourselves.

A Million Sunsets

🦁 Pairing: Leonidas x Gn!reader

🦁 Warnings: mention of NSFW

🦁

After days of intense and uninterrupted rain, the sun finally showed itself for hours on end. The morning was hot and an even hotter afternoon followed; the powerful rays of the star have dried every drop from the meadows and beaches and have allowed hundreds of people to pour out into the open air and finally enjoy the arrival of the beautiful season, and then the warmth dissolved itself in something softer and more gentle as the evening began to approach.

“A million moments like this... that’s all I wish for.”

From the bedroom window you can see a splendid sunset: the dying of the sun is poetic, because the mountains behind which it falls seem to grab it and slowly drag it down, below them, into a purple bed and blankets of stars under which to love it for a long time. Obviously, in these moments you can’t help but see sensuality everywhere… and as if to confirm this, the deep, rhythmic and cadenced breath that rises up behind you pushes you to turn around and forget about the celestial spectacle, kidnapping every ounce of your attention to fix it on the wonder that rests within the walls of your home.

Immersed in his dreams, the large muscular body abandoned on the sofa that has now become his bed, King Leonidas sleeps deeply, completely unaware of your gaze: after having exhausted his impetus by taking you repeatedly for the whole night and large part of the morning, having made sure that not a residue of energy was left in your helpless legs and in the mouth emptied of every moan and sigh and, in the end, having wrapped you in his arms for a long session of pampering and kissing, his energies are also decrease, and now it is your turn to watch and protect. And you love to do it: oh yes, you really love staring at your ardent lover when he is sleepy, the serene expression on his face, his body relaxed, his flesh becoming more yielding as you stroke and press it slightly, the softness of the skin as you kiss it and rub your nose and cheeks against it; it gives you enormous pleasure to see a more vulnerable part of him, that only you know and can afford to tease… as well as realizing that he is not so much, as the body reacts to every slightest touch and, as much as his mind is while sleeping, his hands seek you out and grab you to press you to his chest, where he holds you firmly.

Today there will be no exceptions: you know it, and it is with a sudden mischievous grin that you approach Leonidas, pushing the sunset away from his person to be the only entity observing him, and you sit on the edge of the sofa without ever taking the look from him; you wait a moment and then start sliding a hand down his leg, caressing his calf, knee and thigh with your pointed nails, just laughing at the slight change in the rhythm of his breathing and the incoherent, broken words that abandon his lips, momentarily managing to escape the hands that immediately start looking for you. With no intention of stopping, you jump onto the sofa and stretch out next to him, dedicating yourself to teasing his side and slowly climbing back up like a curious animal, trying to reach his breast.

This time the man’s fingers manage to stop you and close around your wrists, blocking them, while he mutters something in a more decisive tone, but his eyes are still closed. However, your fingers remain free, so that by moving slowly you can raise your hands enough to allow you to stroke his light hair and sink them in his beard, lightly scratch his chin under it, go back to taking care of his hair passing through the locks, all while Leonidas’ body begins to shake, his voice becoming more and more confident and sleep fragile. “Stop it, little mosquito, I know it’s you”, in fact he murmurs to you in a good-natured way, sighing and pulling you close to hug you, “and let me sleep a little longer.”

You frown and purse your lips in an exasperated pout, then tap his nose with the tip of your forefinger. “But how… does a lion like my lord, ever ready to take action, think of rest at a time like this? And while he has me in his arms?”

At this point, the king’s eyes open wide, annihilating you. A sly smile rises as gracefully as the moon on his face and thickens as he notices how your expression changes completely and your mouth stays open, the blush painting your cheeks and shivers running down your spine because you know, you know that you went further ― exactly where you wanted to go; and as he continues to stare at you and presses you closer against him, so that his breath is now directly in your throat, you know you are done for. “You’re right”, he whispers to you, kissing you on the edge of your lips, stinging them with his beard in the way you love so much, “how rude I am… let’s fix it right away.”

You don’t say a word, not even a breath escapes the mouth, as he lets go of your wrists to grab the hips, make you rotate and place you under him: your belly pressed against the sofa, the king’s fingers don’t waste time caressing your buttocks and tearing you a stifled moan, to then go up the back in slow movements and make you feel all the roughness of the fingertips on the skin. You are so aroused that even a whiff would drive you crazy, and he is ready to do more than just tease; to underline it, the sound of your shirt, whose fabric yields under the man’s grip with a resounding tug.

“Get ready, your lion is going to take care of you as you wish”, he murmurs in your ear, further lowering what remains of your garment and completely uncovering your back, to then start leaving a trail of kisses and languid licks along every corner of it, from the nape down, while the hands grab your breasts and squeeze them tightly, making you tremble and leaving you breathless. “And now, my beloved… would you have the kindness to scream for your king?”

[brokensenseofhumor]

Round 9 is just barbenheimer. Barbie for the gods and Oppenheimer for the humans

[theunkown-yachirusan]

Mannn~~ not only my TikTok fyp has been conquered by record of Ragnarok but also my Tumblr and Twitter and too many spoilers I can't help but also spoil it to other people who don't know the spoiler YET

[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.

[perplexedhare]

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

[onlinesensei]

*le gasp* LOOK AT HIM

I SEE YOU ‘POLLO!!!

PINK WIG THICK ASS GIVE ‘EM WHIPLASH!!!

[caramelcinnamonrolls]

Bro y'all think Leonidas has some beef with Apollo because Apollo led to the death of his descendant?(Hyacinthus)

Idk the timelines tho, so idk. Probs wrong

[chancellor-reno5]

This is a Record Of Ragnarok post that does include spoilers for Round 9.

If you are NOT at Round 9 or haven't finished Round 9, read at your own risk

(Also slight 15+ themes)

Leonidas sir... HOLY-

Sir, those titties look very heavy- mind, mind if I hold them?

Leonidas is the sort of character I'm going to simp for in the most down bad ways, but also view in high platonic levels too

Like, why does he seem like he'd be an awesome dad? Like AAAA

I want to strangle Apollo for winning that match

Leo should've won

My man should have won

Also, who designed him because DAYUM

I wanna hold those man titties and squish em 😍

I'm normal about Leo, I swear

[monstertreden]

I had Spotify on shuffle and now this is how I headcanon Leonidas 's voice 😭:

Hello there daddy 👁️👁️

[monochrome-cropcrown]

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

[riseofamoonycake]

So, I still had to make the fic for the 200 followers celebration, so I jumped at the chance! Actually this will be divided into four parts, and I will publish them as soon as they are finished. So get ready *^*

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Morning ⁓ Air

🌬️Characters: Leonidas; Hermes

🌬️Pairing: Leonidas x Siren!reader; Hermes x Gn!human reader

🌬️Warnings: mention of death, wounds, angst, sex

🌬️

Leonidas

«So, aside from the human legs, the myths haven’t lied about you.»

For the umpteenth time within less than half an hour, you blush violently and lock yourself inside your own wings without answering, moving your gaze as far as possible from the King of the Spartans, the proud Leonidas. You are not so embarrassed by his words as by the tone he uses to pronounce them and by the absolute confidence and absence of fear with which he has approached you from the first moment he saw you: although it is usually you who attracts humans and gods and put them in check for pure fun ― and for loneliness ―, this time something must not have worked, and now you are in trouble more than ever.

The thing is, he noticed you before you could do the same: a shadow in the dawn, like a black star that has survived the advent of light, a figure that took shape and form as it got closer. with a marching step… and even before you could open your mouth to fill the air with your irresistible song and keep him at a distance from you, Leonidas stood in front of your face, firmly planted with the hands on the hips and his resolute expression with which he observed you for endless moments, scrutinizing you from top to bottom and examining every corner of you. «A girl’s face, bird’s wings… and I imagine it was you who used to sing to the morning, wasn’t it? And to think that I was having such a beautiful dream… but this siren decided otherwise», he finally exclaimed, puffing and moving the almost finished cigar to the other corner of the mouth, before advancing another step to take you under the armpits and lift you up up to his height, to then pass your fingers through your feathers and both caress and squeeze them. «Hmmm, you don’t lack beauty.»

«I have more centuries than you and I know how to bring you to your knees, so don’t try to play tricks; and hold your tongue.» Finally, after a long moment of silence in which it was impossible for you to open your mouth, your voice tinkled on the wind; and Leonidas chuckled softly, squinting at your sulky, purplish face and the tense, worried light that danced in your eyes. «The winged maiden wants battle, then; well, and why don’t you do it? Why don’t you sing and try to seduce me?»

In that exact moment you wanted to please him, really badly, even just to put that human in his place; but not a note left your lips. Something prevented you from doing so, as well as from taking your eyes off the king, so much so that in the end he gently set you down on the ground with a disappointed expression and a click of his tongue, and then sat down and leaned his back against the same group of rocks that you have chosen as a shelter, clasp his hands behind the head and close the eyes after a loud yawn.

It is useless to protest, it is useless to try to push him away: Leonidas didn’t move an inch and laughed at your every attempt, without even lifting his eyelids. «You prevented me from getting the proper rest, so now I’ll finish sleeping here. With your voice you should be able to make me obey your every command, but I think this time it doesn’t work much… too bad.»

Teasing and banters, and questions: from that moment until now he has never left you alone, holding you by the ankle when you were about to move and not listening to even one of your curses, grinning slightly and irritating you more and more. It is destabilizing not having the situation in your hands and also quite embarrassing, but today there is something different that prevents you from living the day as you usually do; and slowly you realize it with every look you throw at the king’s face and body, at the skin that his clothes leave uncovered and at the cold that descends to your bones.

His scars, that’s what keeps me from singing out of bitterness and sadness. Deep, innumerable, the traces of the wounds he received during the last battle are everywhere… how much must they have made him suffer? Has he felt them all? And how bravely did he face them to do what was right, to allow others to live?

«You really paid for all the Greeks, that day at the Thermopylae», you finally murmur in a low voice, so soft that you think you were the only one who heard it; but Leonidas’ breathing stops for an instant, then deepens. And he is not sleeping. «You were the only one, you and those who followed you, who had the courage to protect our land. You sacrificed yourself for all those who never believed in you, and also for those who loved you… and you saved us all.»

«Does my presence here make you sad, little siren?» His tone is non-joking now, but low and deep, and kind; it is as if he is whispering something to you to make sure you are fine or to reassure you, and this time you don’t find it hard to answer. «The sirens sing everything that men most desire, but especially of the past, of what they have lost and regret, or of what has made them great. However, sometimes they sing for themselves, not for others: only for their memories, and for what they mourn; and we too have our heroes.»

It is Leonidas’ turn to remain silent, and yours to narrow your eyes. You look one last time at the scars that mark his arms and shoulders, shuddering. You know he only did what was right and with unparalleled courage, and the scars prove it: the enemies had to hit him over and over again to stop him, but they still couldn’t break him. «You did well, king.»

«Aaaaah, it seems you can’t sing, but you are good at praising», comments Leonidas at the end, «and you are also kind.»

Neither of you speak for a while, then his hands gently stroke your feathers. The contact of his calloused fingers with your sensitive wings gives you a shiver, the sensation is unexpectedly pleasant. «That beautiful voice of yours, why don’t you try again with it?»

You smile sweetly and lean over him, protecting him with your figure from the sun that advances. «And yet, I think it is impossible to charm you, great Leonidas.»

The sound of his laughter sounds like a breath of meltemi, and almost smells like it. «You can try, and I will run the risk of falling into your net», is the direct answer that follows immediately after, together with a deeper stroke on your feathers.

You purse your sensuous lips, then sigh close to his ear. «It seems my lord is giving me a command that I can only obey», you murmur before enveloping him completely in your wings and starting to weave the sweetest melody human ear has ever heard, cradling both minds towards what you have always called home.

Hermes

«Welcome back, my love.»

You would be able to recognize him among a thousand, as an exile feels the call of his land ever since he is in the heart of the sea and the farmer perceives the first breath of spring wind. It is him, you can’t be wrong, and this gives you the sweetest smile: he kept his promise, he came back to you and, in the exact moment he did, all the pain that your body housed disappeared.

Almost a century has passed since you played and ran with him through the endless fields and high mountains of your land, and he let you win on purpose; layer after layer, breath chasing breath, the years have accumulated on your skin making you grow, changing your appearance and body, giving you both happiness and situations to face, and the constant certainty that whoever you have in front of you, as beautiful as when you met him for the first time, he would always find the time to come and give you a ray of light, a kind word and a moment just for you two.

You immediately understood the true nature of Hermes, even before noticing how his appearance never changed while all the world around him went through a dance of colors and shapes; your curiosity as a child and the wisdom that only the little ones possess led you to observe that unknown young man, who happened to come to your village by chance or fate, and to greet him with your little hand even before speaking to him. He could only be a god: too perfect, too well shaped and healthy to share your own nature, you still waited before approaching him, intimidated and respectful in front of that figure different from you; it was he, then, who approached you to get to know you, handing you a carved sunflower so detailed as to seem real and smiling at you with a sweetness that you didn’t think was possible, not even imaginable.

How many sunny days since that moment… the games, the laughter, the dreams, the tenderness, the words, the farewells and the returns, you never closed the door or your arms in front of him: neither when you lived together to your family and you were still little, nor when you blossomed and grew so much that you could lead a solitary life, and then Hermes’ visits took on a different character and were filled with caresses, kisses and the love that comes at night, when and how nobody knows. Yet, more than the messy blankets and the sheets soaked in your smell, the sensation of his naked body on yours and the affectionate veneration on each other skin, you would have given everything, even your soul, to feel Hermes’ hands again and again hold yours, guide you anywhere in the world, just keep you next to him. You have never demanded anything, it is not permissible for humans to ask for more than what is necessary and which they cannot obtain by themselves; so you welcomed every moment as a gift and savored it to the last, never forgetting to thank. For years, in your humility, you believed that it was your calm and serene sweetness that attracted Hermes to your home, nothing else; you didn’t dare hope that he actually loved you until your hair started turning white, your skin to sag like your energy, and the years took their toll more and more, season after season…and however merciless the time was with you, the god has not stopped smiling at and visiting you as he always has, and any fear in your mind shipwrecked when you realized that, even if you will never explain it, he has always loved you.

Your breath of wind, your sunrise: even when his duties have called him away from you, you have always felt him by your side; even when something in the human and divine world changed and his visits became rarer, you never doubted him.

I’ll come back again, Hermes told you the last time you saw him, just before leaving you and not without giving you a delicate kiss on the lips, and I’ll take you away with me. I’ll be there, don’t worry… I’ll come.

And as always, he kept his word and came back; he came to get you. You know what a moment this is: you feel it in the light bones and in the limbs that no longer feel any fatigue, in the mind that is full of peace, in the heart that has no regrets as it beats more and more slowly. You have lived here for a long time; now, it is just about continuing to love elsewhere. «Before you take me away with you… can I bring anything with me?»

Your soft voice makes Hermes smile, who sits on the edge of the bed and bows his head to one side, his expression surprised. «My swallow, you know it is not allowed: everything you have remains here on earth after your death. Not even we gods can appropriate it.»

«Just one thing… really, it is very small.» You hesitate for an instant, then pull the first gift he has given you from the sleeve of your robe. You had to tweak it a bit, but only to make it more suitable for your needs. «I could never leave my sunflower behind. See? I made it into a pendant and put a ribbon on it, now I can wear it around my neck. I don’t think anyone will punish me for that.»

The god softens his expression even more, then leans towards you and brushes his forehead against yours. «Of all the gifts I have given you, you have chosen the humblest; and it is like you.» You lower your head slightly as he stands up, takes the sunflower from your hand and ties the ribbon around your neck, letting the sunflower hang down to your chest. You squeeze it with one hand, while with the other you grab his fingers and lie down completely on the bed, with nothing left to hold you back. «Now… now we can go, love. Thanks for waiting a little longer.»

You feel nothing when the end comes, it is serene and sweet: just a shadow that swallows the light for an instant, the wind that stops, and then another that blows hard, fragrant and fresh. It is the sun that prompts you to open your eyes and fix them on the mountains that surround you, the same as in your childhood: and everything seems to have rewound up to the past, time can do nothing.

«Great Hermes…», you murmur, looking in disbelief at your soft, energic hands and brushing your face without wrinkles and your thick, strong hair, stamping your feet which have become sure again, seeing and hearing everything without difficulty. You don’t need to look in the mirror to know that you are a young adult again, and probably always will be. «… Great Hermes, now I can run again.»

«Yes», ​​he whispers next to you, before squeezing you in his arms and hugging you so tightly that you cry tears of happiness, «now you can run as long as you want. But I don’t think I’ll let you win easily anymore⁓»

You laugh joyfully and say nothing more, but sink your face against his shoulder and let the dawn reach you and caress both of your heads with delicate and blessing fingers.

Now there are more days of light to live, and this time forever.

[selenestarmoon]

I don't know if you know Record of Ragnarok but I think that Leonidas and Geirölul are what Ichigo and Zangetsu would have been if they had had a good relationship from the beginning without the lies and the prejudices of everyone around them (considering the violent nature that Ichigo has always had, it wouldn't have been unreasonable):

Zangetsu would get angry with anyone who despised him or Ichigo just as happened with Geirölul.

Zangetsu would call Ichigo with nicknames as a sign of affection and trust while he shows concern for him like Geirölul does with Leonidas when she calls him Leo.

Ichigo and Zangetsu would crush their enemies together with enthusiasm, just as Leonidas and Geirölul do in their fight against Apollo.

[m3l-moony]

Goddess, I'm reading the ninth round, please Leonidas, WIN!!! I can't take this fight anymore—

AND MARRY YOUR VALKYRIE, SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE FIGHT YOU HAVE A GIANT CHEMISTRY!

[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

[onlinesensei]

it’s gettin’ hot in hurrr

… so take off all yo clothes 👀

no one was gonna mention this man is literally muhammad ali?!

i’m so disgusted how the hell can that damn shield be every other kind of weapon except A DEVICE TO GUARD YOUR FACE ???

WHERE IS THE BLOCK FEATURE ?!

I THOUGHT THAT WAS INCLUDED?!?!