#shuumatsu no valkyrie nikola tesla

[zodiacs-web]

Can you write Tesla from ror x fem reader? Like reader calls him darking/sweetheart and stuff

So before his match happens she just worries about him not getting enough rest and stuff

Worrywart

╰₊✧ Nikola Tesla x Fem!Reader

╰₊✧ Synopsis: Tesla's worrywart of a lover

╰₊✧ What's in the web: fluff

"She really does worry a lot," Brunhilde says as she grabs the letter from a nearby desk, your messy handwriting conveying every single word filled with anxiety. Telling him to get sleep and eat well before the fight and that you'll be there in a day.

"Ah! She's just like that!" He says as he thinks of you. Seeing that smile on your face whenever he was able to make you proud.

He's bursting with confidence while you're in the opposite of the spectrum for the fight. He's spreading his word to you about how it'll work this time around, about how Brunhilde gave him that chance. Your mind drifts off to situations that may lead to failure, but, you keep your mouth shut as he flashes you a soft smile.

He's always confident with his work, but that sometimes led to frowns. You hated those frowns — they never looked good on him. A simple 'darling' has his mind at ease knowing that you're always there to give him courage.

He loves those little pet names you give him: darling, sweetheart and honey has him melting. So, when you walk up to him and gently place your hand on his cheek. He can't help but embrace your warmth. Those little praises you mutter into his ear as you both hug each other.

Then he's gone and all your mind can do is worry. Did he sleep? Did he eat? Did he drink enough water? Did he prepare himself mentally? Physically? Is he going to be okay?

What a worrywart, he says, you ought to know that I'm going to be okay, cause no matter what happens I will overcome it.

You nod as you look through the bars, hands shaking as you watch him approach the god with confidence. You've trusted him before, it's okay to trust him this time.

[yandere-wishes]

◃◃◃ Sleepless  ▹▹▹

Synopsis:  Tesla doesn't sleep, can't sleep. He has something he needs to finish, something to fulfill. Maybe for once in his miserable existence, his inventions can be acknowledged for what they truly are. You're trying to prove yourself before the world comes to an end. And if that means absorbing every form of toxicity your childhood crush has to offer then so be it.

Warnings: Implied Suicide (but only if you squint and read between the lines) messy, cryptic, and self-indulgent. 

For as long as Tesla could remember, he'd been made up of half-truths and chalk dust, stray static in the air, and electric currents running in the place of veins. 

His body is nothing more than a journal, made to unravel the laws of the scientific realm, made to unearth what lies beyond the light. Born to tame the future and all its unknowns.  

Nikola Tesla is not a human, he's shedded such restrictions decades -or rather a century- ago. He is simply a chain of thoughts that run rampant, merely the physical manifestation of theories and discoveries. Stitched together on the canvas of human flesh and frail cartilage bones. 

No, Nikola Tesla hasn't been human for far too long. The more his miserable existence dragged on, the more his ties to the mortals faltered. The more he became estranged, the more he became some simulacrum abomination like those written in some abstract "scientific" opus. 

If he could, he'd carve his theories into his flesh, rip himself open, and feed bits and pieces of his soul to his inventions, his creations, his legacies. He's only ever felt alive in the depths of his lab. When his fingers were enclosed around a pen, a screwdriver, a coil of wire. 

Something that proved he had a damn purpose when he played God with rouge electric current and polarized magnetic fields. 

It's a rarely spoken fact, yet a deeply in rooted truth in the minds of all living beings. For when a human loses its humanity, the madness is not far behind. 

For if not, for the creations, the outlet of the endless, maddening thoughts. He'd have lost the last line of sanity still threading around inside him. 

It all feeds back to a lack of humanity, or rather a lack of sanity. Tesla's not mad, not the way they've portrayed him in the scandalous articles written about his so-called "life". 

He's never killed, never maimed, never used a single invention for bad or evil. Never wanted money, never dreamed of fame. He simply wanted to create. To build. To watch the future unfold in front of his fading eyes. 

Alas, here in the end of times, he's come to find a certain amiability in Ragnarok, in the death of all things. The mere thought of this miserable world and all its paradoxes finally coming to a grand end grants him a certain peace of mind. The finite end has finally arrived and that alone sends a loving jolt of ecstasy through his spin. 

There should be little left to prove, little pain left to endure. yet now as humanity finds itself begging at his feet to save them. Begging him to defeat the god of darkness. Tesla yet again finds himself propelled into the role of the underdog. The Mad scientist. The walking nightmare, who may for once be of some service to the poor innocent mortals, he so apparently terrorized back in his first life.

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Tesla's head dangles off the end of the high-reach chair. His adrenaline running thin, leaving him exhausted. His dulled eyes trace over the sleeping frames of his so-called "fellow scientists". They lay peacefully asleep on the hard concrete floor, as he lays awake swimming in a pool of his own misery. It's times like this that he wishes for the sweet release of slumber. 

Oh, how he wishes he could just sleep. 

What is a scientist? he ponders. Is a scientist nothing more than a monster being cradled in human brawn?

What is a scientist if not an abomination of could be's and maybe's? Something made up of illness and euphoria. A lover, a romantic, one whose paramour is encompassed of chalk and ink and flesh and blood and tears and sorrow.

What is a scientist if not an atheist to the norms of this witless world?

And what is he if not a scientist in its purest, rawest, most deranged form? 

Surely those sleeping all so soundly could be deemed 'scientists' as well. Yet they find release, in human lovers, in musical pastimes, in the all-so-sweet release of sleep. He envies them, for despite them sharing a title, Tesla has nothing in common with them. 

He envies them, for no matter what tragedy is written about their lives, He is the sole one who is truly ever alone. 

Or well, to some extent anyway...

His fingers loosen their grip on a worn-out piece of chalk. It falls to the floor with a "clank" yet -in some metaphoric symbolism for his life- refuses to break. 

With shaky movements, he steps down the ladder and with motions, to rival the undead makes his way out of his waiting chamber. 

for a second he permits his eyes to defocus to take in the nothingness that surrounds him. The ragged snoring reverberating off the chamber walls grows farther and farther away as he lets his feet carry him away into the unknown corridor. 

He knows how you spend your time away from him locked in a tiny room granted to you by the Valkyries. It was close to his, a gift of sorts from Brunhilde. Who had been the first to notice the ill natural attraction between him and the ever-ordinary girl. 

When the "world's greatest minds" gather in his room, all trying to outdo each other, all boring him with their meager knowledge of this and that. He'd send you to your room. Away from the grasp of other beings. He'd send you back to your robotic creations, where his mind could rest at ease knowing you were safe. 

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You died early, something about a broken heart filled with woe and a ruptured vein. you can't really remember. Or rather, it's illogical to exhaust one's self on such trivial matters.  Effort is better spent on something that could matter. Something that could extinguish the haunting emptiness that resides in your heart. Mend the crevices in your tattered soul. 

You've been a ghost your whole life. Living in between the cracks of sanity and insanity. Shunned by those who could never comprehend the introspections of a hyperactive mind. 

"High maintenance" they called you. "Useless" you deemed yourself. Even in this world where the dead meet the alive, the needles of uselessness still dance across your skin. Prickling you throughout odd intervals of the endless stream of time that flows through the arena walls. 

You were meant to be a spectator, just like the hundreds upon thousands of other humans who were brought to this place. That was until the so-called "high maintenance" kicked in and you found yourself roaming the pristine white halls. Heart racing as you sought something, familiar yet vague. A sort of childhood dream beckoned you further and further. 

When you finally stopped, it was due to a disturbance in the otherwise, repetitive corridor...

He stood there, talking to the head Valkyrie.

He, him, the man who you've been in love with since your childhood. 

Admittedly you never knew him in person. He'd been dead long before you'd even been born. Yet the archives of his creations and the general push for his acknowledgment had made you harbor an engulfing idealization for the man known as Nikola Tesla. 

He was the closest thing to a god, the closest thing to devotion, that you had ever felt. You were empty, barren, in need of something, someone to devote your life to. He just so happened to be some correct entity who deserved to be praised. 

You had spent your meager years alive, trying to follow in the ghosts of his footsteps. Trying to replicate him within yourself. A dead man and his fractured mind were all that gave your miserable existence a purpose. 

Until you died, then been reborn -to some extent- and if life hadn't already been a paradox of despair and confusion. It had decided to vouch for another round of folly by throwing you into the awaiting clutches of the man you had spent your life in the worship of. 

His eyes had met yours.

Two broken universes collide.

He had walked up to you.

Smiled as if greeting a dear friend.

Face twisted in the horrid realization that all his life had been a lie. 

The renowned mad scientist, had gotten on one knee. 

Stolen a page from every fairytale prince and taken your fickle fingers in his ringed gloved hand. His lips met the back of your hand. A kiss, a promise, some sort of fate. 

"Princeza" He'd called you.

 "........" you'd answered. 

And that had been that.

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Life is cruel, bringing not but pain and loneliness. 

You had hoped that the loneliness would subdue now that you'd finally met him. 

And it had, to some extent. Sure you spent most of your time locked away in a tiny room. Tearing yourself apart trying to create something, anything to impress him with. From mechanical limbs to robotic creatures, gauntlets that tamed rouge energy to apparatuses of flight. 

You still wanted to be him...

So you stopped sleeping. 

And stopped eating properly.

You started tearing the skin from your hands each time you washed them. 

Started avoiding any and all interactions. Be it from the 13th valkyrie that brought you your daily meals.

 To the odd scientist that dropped by to let you know your lover would be late again tonight.

You tried to engrave every mephitic trait he harbored. Recreating yourself from the toxicity he dripped. Cutting and restitching your body with all the sharp edges from his broken edges. 

Somewhere along the way, you'd lost sight of the fact that technically -despite what you tried to convince yourself of, what you tried to do to yourself- you were still merely a human, and he, he was something even the egomaniacal gods could not compare to. He was on a pedestal far too grand, too tall, too monstrous, too inhuman, for you to ever reach. 

You wanted to absorb everything about him. Wanted to be him in every literal sense.

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It's late again, sometime between yesterday and today. There's a silver light atop the crowded workbench. Solder smoke fills the fumes suffocating the room. You stifle back a cough, desperate to breathe in the toxins like oxygen. 

Colored wires adorn your fingers like paper rings, awaiting their turn to be fused with their soulmate. 

Your project isn't delicate, it's sturdy, an instrument of war, a gift of love. It's for him really, something you hope will keep him safe during his arc in that bloodied arena. 

Your lips move rhythmically as you place a chaste kiss on the retractable blade -a safety precaution, for if his suit should fail- it's a romantic moment if instead of this weapon you had been kissing your actual lover. Peaceful and blissful and sweet and...and...and.

The minute fades as your chamber door creaks open. A tall figure stands hunched by the door, posture linear yet fatigued. He leans on the nearby wall. Exhaustion and anxiety rolling off his body in waves. 

The smoke in the room dies down, your own throat tightens, fingers drum a nervous beat on the body of the steel blade. a testimonial fear of the man above all else. 

He offers you a sweet smile, as he tries to make his way to you. His legs fail him once and with the grace of a newborn fawn, he attempts to steady himself on the marble walls. 

"Are you alright darling?" you question as you hastily rise to your feet. Suddenly becoming aware of the chain that binds you to your work desk. It's a small precaution Tesla takes one that you are truly thankful for. It may seem immoral to the average human yet it keeps you concentrated, devoted to your work, whilst keeping his mind at ease, focused soley on his work. 

He smiles again, "quite alright dear" his attempt to put you at ease is charming. He's so sweet, so kind, a hero in its purest form. 

Once he finally manages to saunter over to you, balancing himself on the table. His dulled eyes stared lovingly at you, raw excitement bubbling to the surface. 

"You wouldn't believe the progress I've made today. The armor's flight was quite a doozy yet I'm certain that I've figured it out."

You smiled back, cherishingly, adorningly.

 "I'm glad darling, I do wish you would let me help...." your voice trails off as his eyes morph into a slight glare. You gulp, tension rising to engulf the room. 

"I simply can't darling, there are far too many....people there. What in heaven's name would I do if one of those so-called scientists took an interest in you? Or lord forbid, you.." he trails off, not too eager to finish that chain of thought. 

"I-I wouldn't let that happen" you mutter, a decorative pout adorning your lips. He laughs, it's boyish and precious. His fingers enclose around your cheeks squishing them together. His lips hover over yours. Brushing ever so slightly against yours.

It's the bear minimum of a kiss, yet -with the exception of sleepless nights laced in immaculate fatigue, where the two of you give in, to what little you are both willing to do- it's the sweetest endearment the both of you may offer. 

When he pulls away you stifle a yawn. Tiredness dancing in your own eyes. It's embarrassing, especially because you know he's noticed. 

"You should sleep" he mutters. Your eyes meet his, a spiral of emotions coating the semi-functioning optics. 

"You don't, so why should I?" It sounds childish, bratish even. Yet it rings true, not only for this situation but for all other aspects in your devoted, useless life. 

he laughs again, this time high-pitched and pitiful. "fatal familial Insomnia, from both parents actually" he remarks quietly before a painful shudder erupts through his body.

"Sometimes" he begins again, and you know what comes next. Unlike you, Nikola can actually remember his life before Ragnarok, recall every bit, and piece up until the night he took his last breath in that miserable hotel room.

"Sometimes I wish I'd stayed home...or gone home, or....well or anything else. Anything had to be better than that hellscape. I wish..." 

His words are rushed, radical. Laced in a dense layer of secrecy.

Something cryptic and critical, something only a broken man with a wry mind would say.

You look up at him again. watching as he takes a seat beside you. Plucking up a screwdriver and a handful of screws. 

It's humorous how in sync the two of you can be. You pick up some loose parts. Wings, a beak, and a tail. 

"You're ethereal" he mumbles under his breath as his clothed fingers trace a line down your chest. Barely touching you, yet the intention, the adoration is still there. 

His eyes don't leave the new creation, another robotic pigeon. 

It's moments like this that you find your purpose, with him, building something with him. It's moments like this that you understand what you were meant to do in this miserable life. 

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 To a hyperactive mind, the inability to ponder freely is a hell all of its own. People flee when they are faced with that which they do not comprehend and they shun those who embrace the unknown like a lover returning from war. The loneliness never quite falters. 

Life makes hollow shells out of those who wish to understand it, and comprehend its backhanded methods. It injects loneliness into those who greedily wish for more than the norm. Drugs them with solitude and apathy of the heart, so they may abandon their blasphemous ways. 

There's a sense of Saudade when he first meets you. You're not from his time, not from his world, you're beyond his time, born long after the dirt on his coffin dried up. But he knows you and he knows that you know him too. The dull reverberat of existence pumps through your withered veins, much like his. 

It's not romantic, far from it actually. The two of you aren't useless protagonists in those illogical romance novels one of his sisters used to read. No, the two of you are an irregularity born of broken minds and forgotten worlds. 

Ravagers of the truth, where only lies see the light of day. To him, you are ethereal, hope personified in the corpse of a broken-minded, broken-hearted girl. 

Yet most importantly you're the only one who makes him feel less lonely in a world engineered to torment him.

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#164 Our Dadam

Adam*Smiles as his ADULT children cling to him as he hugs them*Now,Repeat after me~..."I'm Big"

Human Fighters, Cain & Abel + Y/n*Sniffling as you look at him* I'M BIG!

Adam*Humming proudly*"I'm Brave"

Human Fighters, Cain & Abel + Y/n*With breaking voices nodding*"I-I'm brave"!

Adam*One by one he lays a fatherly peck on your foreheads*..."I'm BEAUTIFUL"

Human Fighters, Cain & Abel + Y/n*Trembling lips and sniffles as you cling to his arms, legs, and waist...any place to hug him as you all cry out*"I'M BEAUTIFUL"!!!

Adam*Opens his arms wider to hug each of you closer to him smiling tenderly*There there~Gimme huggies~

Gods/Goddesses:...

[coffeecubes]

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕩

𝙝𝙘𝙨: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙭

✩ 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 | 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧, 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨, 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤, 𝙗𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙝𝙖, 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙯𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙗, 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙤𝙠𝙞, 𝙦𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

✩ 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚

✩ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

Thor: Quiet the whole time to the point where in the middle of his thrusts, you ask him to make a noise because it feels like you’re fucking a ghost 💀💀💀

Hades: Nothing. He is ✨perfect✨

Poseidon: You ask him to talk dirty and now he’s thrusting and ranting about the random and little things you do daily that piss him off 😭😭😭

Apollo: Fucks you in front of a mirror, admiring himself, his muscles, his looks, and the way his dick is going in and out of you the whole time 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

Buddha: In the middle of fucking he stops and pulls out a giant bowl of snacks because he’s hungry. And no, he did not share. He wants more energy to keep going 😉

Beelzebub: Tells you you’re dry as hell and asks you why you’re not wet as if he’s expecting you to be ready for him on the get-go 🙄

Heracles: You call him “daddy” and he’s confused on what it means so now you’re both sitting up on the bed and you’re teaching him the meaning of that endearment name 🙃

Loki: Eats you out and then proceeds to ask you if pussy is supposed to taste like that since this dumbass thought it was supposed to taste like sunshine 🌤️ and rainbows 🌈

Qin Shi Huang: Moans so loud to the point the entirety of China can hear him. Also to let everyone know that you’re the only one who can make this king feel this way 😊😊😊

Nikola Tesla: Gets a phone call while in the middle of a passionate moment and he pulls out and gets dressed in order to see the next spectacular scientific alien 😤😤😤

Additional stories:

✩ Infatuation (yandere!gods x reader)

✩ Little Darling (yandere!thor x reader)

[pillow-anime-talk]

his pregnant girl.

synopsis: A little slice of life scenes where his significant other is pregnant.

# tags: headcanons; current marriage relationships; slice of life; soft romance; mostly fluff; maybe a bit of comedy; pregnancy; mention of faint and vomit; sfw

includes: female reader ft. qin shi huang, adam, jack the ripper & nikola tesla {ror}

author’s note: i just woke up, thought about it and wrote it. enjoy :)

— QIN SHI

↘ When Ying Zheng saw you for the first time, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; you had a lovely and gentle smile, your eyes sparkled in the sun like the most pretty gemstones, your skin looked healthy and tidy, and you were wearing a flowery dress that was perfect for the current weather in the city. That day, the Emperor went for a walk to the capital to see how his people were doing. However, the moment he saw you – when you were buying fresh fruit from one of the sellers – his thoughts were only focused on you and your blushes. On the same day you were brought to the palace as the first concubine, although you quickly felt something more for the King of China and he also felt the same in a very short time.

↘ Qin Shi Huang never had any more concubines; you completely occupied his mind and heart by being by his side until the very end. In the meantime, however, you began to spend private time with each other: talking, eating together and walking around the gardens in the huge palace. Those were really beautiful and memorable years for you.

↘ A few long months after your first meeting, after you moved into the palace, and after becoming the country’s first empress, a huge, loving smile lit up your face. The trusted doctor that day gave you very important information and as it turned out – you were pregnant. You almost cried at the news, thanking the doctor for his help. At first, you suspected food poisoning because of the morning sickness, but the information of having a small child under your heart, the fruit of your and the Emperor’s love, was the best thing that could have happened to you.

↘ As soon as your beloved returned to the mansion, you asked him for a private conversation. He instantly sent all the gathered guards away and took your hand. For a moment he was afraid that you were sick, that you didn’t love him, that you wanted to leave, but the truth turned out to be completely different.

↘ “...I’m pregnant.” You whispered a simple sentence, touching your slightly swollen tummy, and the man frowned. “The baby is doing well at the moment, but I was recommended daily visits because this will be our first kid.” You added quietly. After a short while, you felt a warm touch of fingers on your cheeks, and then a light kiss in the middle of your lips.

↘ “I am very happy, my Queen. I hope he or she will be born healthy.” He whispered and you nodded shyly. “Now you have to take care of yourself more than before. I’ll ask the maids to fill the tubs with warm water. If you want, I can join you. I want to see you.” He added directly to your ear and you blushed instantly on the cheeks. Even if Zheng was the Emperor, he was your husband in the first place... a bit of a playful and provocative husband.

— ADAM

↘ You realized something was wrong when your tummy was bigger than it should have been – of course you could have blamed it on eating too much fruit or drinking too much water, but that wasn’t it. You felt different; a little insecure, a little weird. For the next few days you were looking for answers to your ailments, stomach pains, swollen fingers and ankles, slightly aching spine.

↘ “... Are you okay, Y/N?” A calm voice reached your ears and you looked up at the fair-haired, handsome man who was lying on his back in the grass and looking up at the night sky. You hesitantly touched your stomach, shaking your head. You already knew the answer to your question yesterday, but you were still getting ready to confess the truth to your partner. “Tell me what is going on.” He said, this time looking straight at your face. His eyes were calm, slightly tired, but still full of warmth.

↘ “I have... a child in me, Adam.” You spoke softly, almost inaudibly, but the man understood your words perfectly. He lifted his head a bit and then the whole body. A second later he walked over to you sitting on a flat rock. He touched your face hesitantly, looking for a bit of a joke in you, but when he couldn’t find one, he just smiled. “You are mad at me?”

↘ “Where did this idea come from?” He asked surprised as he sat down next to your person. His arm wrapped around your waist and his hand touched your swollen belly. “It’s mine, so I love it. I love you too.” He said confidently and you sighed in relief. “When will I be able to see her? Or him?”

↘ “Oh, I don’t know.” You admitted slightly amused, then touched your tummy as well. “Sometimes I feel it moving. I think it’s healthy.” You said, nodding your head and your lover hugged your body tighter to his. You looked definitely different than a few weeks ago, but still the most beautiful in Adam’s eyes. Your eyes were feisty, your hair got a beautiful golden flash, your complexion definitely improved.

↘ The state of blessedness was a time full of worries, but also assurances that you two will be fine.

— JACK

↘ You and Jack have been trying for a baby for many months. Your relationship was strong and connected by marriage, so the child was the next stage of your love and confirmation of your feelings. However, it was difficult for you to predict whether the expected pregnancy was already developing in your womb or not yet; so far you have not felt any pain or nausea, on the contrary, you felt very well. Nevertheless, one day, you found a trusted doctor who had successfully provided prenatal care to many local pregnant women. After a short conversation with a middle-aged man, you were examined.

↘ “... I’ve been working for many years and if my experience doesn’t deceive me... I can say at this moment that you are expecting a baby.” He said in a calm tone. “All of my patients had the same symptoms as you, including amenorrhea and increased appetite. I can’t tell how many weeks the baby is currently, but I assume it’s the second or third month of pregnancy.” He added, and then on a slightly yellowed piece of paper he wrote you some recommendations for taking care of your health in the coming weeks. You almost passed out after leaving the cabinet, but the excitement was overwhelming in your mind. You quickly returned to your apartment in a small tenement house, where your partner was waiting for you.

↘ He was about to drop a cup of beautifully scented tea as soon as he looked into your eyes and noticed the bright orange aura surrounding you. Your aura was strong and visible like never before.

↘ “M-My darling, are you okay?” He asked anxiously as your hand embraced his much larger, slightly colder, hand. “Everything’s all right?” He asked again and you nodded your head, hugging his body as quickly as possible.

↘ “Honey, I think I’m pregnant. I went to the doctor and he said it’s the second or third month.” You whispered, a bit ashamed. Your partner looked at your belly and then at your pretty face. He instantly hugged you tighter, smiling. He was so happy and fulfilled.

↘ “My lady. Even that, we can make sure of the doctor’s words and talk about it in the bedroom, what do you think about it?” He said in a low voice, making your nose blush. You only nodded your head in response and a moment later the man lifted your body up.

— NIKOLA

↘ You’ve known Nikola since... always. You were best friends who grew up together and over time started to feel something more about each other. Nikola was a man with a big heart, both for science and for people who were especially important to him – his beloved brother, the rest of his immediate family and, most of all, you.

↘ You were a harmonious couple who supported each other always and regardless of the situation. You were proud of your husband’s zeal and achievements, of his inventions, of his failures, of all his attempts, of his small and big mistakes, of his great desires, of his smile and much more. You supported him as much as you could, always offering him a hot meal, a sweet or a cup of fresh coffee. Sometimes you would come to his studio to spend some time with him and talk. Sometimes you helped him with his ideas and not infrequently your reasoning helped him get things going.

↘ Not one invention has been named after you or the first letter of your name.

↘ As an engineer’s wife, you knew many things; you could construct a simple mechanism, describe it, you could calculate difficult mathematical formulas and you read books with interest. So when your body started changing you knew you might be pregnant; all the girls close to you had similar or even the same symptoms as you. You’ve been thinking for a long time about telling the truth to a man who is currently dealing with his greatest work in life. But if you hadn’t done it then, you probably wouldn’t have had the courage to do it later.

↘ “... Honey, do you have a moment?” Upon entering his studio, you asked uncertainly, shaking a brown basket filled with food. Your lover nodded quickly and tightened the last screw, then came over to you, kissing your forehead. “Your favourite.” You added and he just chuckled and thanked you.

↘ You sat in carefree silence for a while. Your fingers brushed the hem of your dress and your eyes wandered from one corner of the room to the other. Finally, the man asked if you were feeling unwell. You sighed, playing with the sleeve of the clothes.

↘ “I’m pregnant, Nikola.” You giggled in your soul, looking at his face.

↘ A fork with a piece of meat fell on the table next to important papers and your husband looked at you in indescribable shock. It took him a moment to recalculate what you just said to him, and then he felt that the world around is getting darker... and darker.

↘ “Nikola?!” You screamed, catching his body falling to the side. Although the reaction at first scared you, the moment your partner woke up, you experienced the greatest love attack of your life. The man gave you soft kisses all over your face, shouting every now and then that he would be a father and that he would name his next invention after your son or daughter.

[viviennevermillion]

when they know you like them

⟡ notes: first time writing for record of ragnarok yayy! guys if you haven't seen this show you should watch it, we have tournament arc, pretty men and sad backstories. comments are appreciated.

⟡ contains: character x gn!reader, how they act when they know you like them but you haven't told them, varying lengths because i am inherently biased

⟡ characters: buddha, beelzebub, hades, nikola

⟡ warnings: all of these are fluff except for beel's which is full of soul-crushing angst i am sorry

He's such a tease and you can't even be mad at him because unlike Loki or Hermes he's genuinely sweet about it. He overheard Brunhilde talking about how you like him and he decided to have some fun with it first before he confesses.

You meet him by the tree he likes to relax under before his fight and he's happy to see you. "Hi fam! What a pleasant surprise!", he exclaims and waves at you when he sees you walking towards him from a distance, "to what do I owe the honor?"

When you tell him you just wanted to wish him luck before his battle, he grins and pats your head repeatedly before resorting to poking your cheek. "That's sweet of you, bud", he sits down under the tree again and pats the patch of grass by his side, gesturing for you to join him; an offer which you gladly accept.

"I know you don't like being told what to do", you start and let out a sigh, "but don't you die on me out there..."

He lets out a hearty laugh.

"I'll accept it this once, because it's you", he chuckles and leans closer, whispering in your ear with a tone of voice that sounds like it's laced with honey, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're worried about dear old me..."

You stay silent in response to this, which just seems to amuse him more. "You know…best not to lose yourself in worry and fear, it does not do you any good", he warns with a challenging tone, cupping your cheek gently to inspect the emotion that's showing on your face, "getting too attached can often be our demise..."

"I'm good, thank you", you reply dryly, not giving in to his teasing. You reach into your bag to pull out some candy you brought along. "Offer for my favorite god", you state nonchalantly and hand it to him. "So I'm your favorite, huh?", he chuckles, booping your nose, "that's interesting."

He eats some of the candy and remarks that it's tasty before his attention shifts to you again. "I found meditation can help with worries like yours", he explains but can't hide the smile that's tucking at the corner of his lips, as he's fully aware how easily your focus shifts when he's around, "I can show you some techniques if you'd like."

So he spends the next 10 minutes instructing you on meditation and you're trying, but at this point you're suspecting that with the way he keeps whispering instructions into your ear and leans close to you or holds your hand, he's setting you up to fail. "I'm starting this on heightened difficulty", you mumble dryly and he chuckles again. He's clearly having a blast with this.

He's leaning so close to you that you can feel his breath on your lips and he's like "do you feel enlightened yet?"

You open your eyes to glare at him. "You're the bane of my existence."

He forms two peace signs with his hands and sends you an innocent smile. "That's when I'm at my cutest!"

Before he leaves for his fight he gently pulls you into his arms. "Don't worry too much, buddy, I'll be fine", he has his arms wrapped around your shoulders in a comforting embrace. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, relaxing into the warmth of his chest. "I'll see you after the fight, pinky promise", he smiles and gently squeezes you before making his way to the arena.

When you join him again after the battle he's finishing up that bag of candy you gave to him. "I heard you bailed from the infirmary", you let out a sigh and sit down next to him in the grass. "Are you here to drag me back?", he sends you a questioning gaze. You shake your head. "I know better than to try that."

He lets out a satisfied hum and you hug him. "I'm glad you're okay", you whisper and he looks at you with a fond expression, way softer than what you're used to from him. "I told you not to worry too much", he keeps an arm wrapped around you and leans closer to you again until your lips are almost touching, "I think you need more meditation." He grins and plops a candy into his mouth.

You look at him through half-lidded eyes and sigh. "You know what- fuck this shit, next time I'll just bring pocky."

He lets out a laugh and presses a sweet kiss to your cheek. "That's one way to do it."

One word: Panic

He meets you after his round because you're one of the people who tend to his wounds. You're so sweet to him; you have no idea, not the faintest clue about the curse he is afflicted by.

He's darkness incarnate, at least in his mind; only ever leaving his secluded quarters these days to fight; like in the tournament. To fight, never to protect. His hands weren't made for protection; his heart wasn't made to be loved. But who can really help the things they long for in this life?

Meanwhile, you're like a ray of the sun that mistakenly fell into the depths of hell from which he crawled. He had been shunned; detested for what he was, yet you didn't seem to notice. He thought it was stupid. Or perhaps these were his defenses talking.

Or maybe you knew exactly who he was and simply chose to pay it no mind. Also stupid.

He acted cold around you in the infirmary. Brushed you off with quick responses. Yet you always smiled at him with this carefree, kind expression on your face. Just the way his friends had done once upon a time. Images flashed his mind of their dead bodies and the horror of what he had done. He didn't mean to, he knew he was cursed, yet he hated himself; hated that he was host to the monster that lived within him.

He left the infirmary early that day. Best not to spend too much time around people who were nice to him. It might just get them killed, he thought with bitterness clouding his mind.

But you weren't convinced when he had told you that he was fine upon leaving. So to make sure you didn't release him in bad condition, you sent him a letter, asking him how he was faring. To be honest, you didn't expect that he would actually respond, considering how closed off he was when he met you. But Beelzebub was a lonely man. Terribly lonely and suffering in silence without an ounce of company, just waiting for the day someone or something would be able to put an end to his existence. But that was a dream that felt far out of his reach. So he settled for the next best thing: easing the pain.

So for the next few weeks, the two of you changed letters and every time he opened up a little, you felt joyful and loved that you were getting to know him better.

When you ask him out one day, Beel's heart freezes. This was all too familiar... attachment. Something he couldn't allow himself to have. Something that would bring destruction upon the innocent.

He clutched the letter tightly in his hand, crumpling the paper in the process as he paced back and forth through his room, trying to calm his breathing; trying to make the thought of Lilith's dead body leave his mind. He couldn't allow anything to happen to you. He was a monster and you didn't deserve to become the next tragedy in his life. For weeks now since you had started exchanging letters he put extra locks on his doors at night; some of them with numbers only he knew; he'd freeze the keys and hide them throughout his room in the hopes that he would wake up before the monster could escape the confines it was in.

After receiving the letter where you had confessed that you had taken a liking to him and would like to go out with him; he woke up on the following morning with his room in shambles. Some of the furniture was torn apart, papers were scattered across the floor and the door showed signs of abuse and violence; large scratch marks and some broken locks.

He sent you a letter inquiring about your well-being this time. The wait for your response was spent in agony.

When he finally received a letter back; being informed that you weren't anywhere near his room that night, that you were safe and sound; relief washed over him.

But that was the last letter he ever sent. He deemed it too dangerous to keep you around. You deserved to live and to thrive. Nothing that should be cut short because of his selfish desire for companionship.

As the months went by, the letters got less and less. Until finally you stopped sending them. That was the first time he had cried since Lilith's death. The first time he had slumped down on the floor and sobbed helplessly. His room became silent again. He was alone once more with nothing but the shadow of what could have been.

The only one who is actually normal about the whole thing.

Hades is a gentleman and he doesn't have enough humor in his heart to tease you like some of his fellow gods would.

Once he has a hunch that you have feelings for him; he prepares to ask you out.

He's very classy with it. He buys you a bouquet of roses and brings them to you, greeting you with a soft smile that few actually get to see on his face. He appears confident and casual; the only sign of nervousness being that he keeps fidgeting with the collar of his shirt without noticing.

Of course you immediately notice the bouquet. But you don't bring it up until he does. "Hades! Good to see you", you greet him and give him a smile. He smiles back at you. "Y/n, I- was wondering if you'd like to have dinner sometime?", he stumbles over his words one time but overall delivers the question very professionally.

You're a little caught off-guard. After all; Hades is not someone where you notice he has feelings for you unless he decides to let you know. "Oh...", you take a moment to process, "I'd love to!"

Hades is glad to hear that answer. Whatever was he worried about anyway?

He takes you to a nice restaurant on your date, both of you dressed up in fine clothes and Hades can't keep his eyes off you. His expression softens every time he looks at you and he finally realizes how much you make him weak in the knees.

Despite everything, he keeps his confident demeanor, offering to pay for your meal and making conversation with you during the date so the atmosphere never turns awkward.

It's mostly him complaining about his job really.

"And it's not even like they don't know that trying to feed the Cerberus is forbidden; it's very clearly stated in the 'Welcome to Helheim' leaflet and yet every month someone loses an arm to that thing-", he pauses in his rant to look up at you, "I'm sorry if you don't want to hear about my work."

You shake your head. "It's fine, I think it's quite interesting", you reach for his hand and hold it on the table, "hold on- there's a leaflet?"

Hades chuckles and pulls said leaflet out of his pocket, handing it to you. "Rule Nr. 2: 'You cannot actually climb out of Helheim. Seriously, stop trying'", you read aloud and raise your eyebrows, "I feel like there's a story behind that one." Hades gives you a painful expression. "I wish there wasn't."

Hades likes holding your hand on the dinner table and he always makes sure that you have a comfortable and fun evening

Despite his calm and serious demeanor, the man is absolutely whipped for you, so the more chaotic you are, the more likely it is that he'll end up joining you in shenanigans that are unlike anything he'd do if you weren't a part of his life.

Loki once catches him dancing in the rain with you, absolutely drenched from the water and Hades just sends him a death glare. "Not a word." Meanwhile Loki is just trying to keep his wheezing in.

If he feels like you're up for it, Hades asks if he can kiss you after the date. For a man so stoic and serious, his kiss is very gentle.

You never have to worry about Hades knowing how you feel about him because your feelings are in good hands with him.

Is probably having a whole crisis about this.

He doesn't even notice you like him, he just sees you as "y/n, who listens to me talk about science" and that's what he appreciates you for. He has such tunnel vision when it comes to his work that he doesn't even stop to consider how he feels about you until Raiden of all people brings it up.

He's like "Wow you're so lucky that someone like y/n has their eyes on you!" and Nikola stops in his tracks like excuse me what-

"Don't tell me you didn't notice... they're down bad for you?!"

The shared human contestants lobby was a mistake, Nikola thinks

Other people have to spell out all the obvious signs to him that show that you're romantically interested in him for Nikola to "subscribe to the hypothesis"

That's when the panic starts.

"Like, what do I even do, I've never been on a date before!"

Raiden raises an eyebrow: "Seriously? Never?"

Nikola corrects himself as he paces from one side of the room to the other. "Well technically I have been on ONE date before but it was a disaster because I accidentally caused the misconception that I'm trying to build a nuclear bomb, which i wasn't-"

Basically, Nikola has no fucking idea how to approach romance

He ends up sending his pigeon to deliver a letter to you, asking you out on a date, which he describes as "a fun day full of scientific experiments" and he's ecstatic when your answer is yes.

"Don't worry, this'll be fine, I even got them a gift", Nikola says, excited about your date.

The "gift" turned out to be a giant laser he built specifically for you. He was confident in it at first but ever since people kept telling him that usually flowers or chocolate are appropriate first date gifts, he's been nervous. To everyone's surprise, you end up absolutely loving it.

"Oh my god I've always wanted a giant laser!"

"See? That's what I said too", Nikola gives you a fist-bump.

Nevermind you're going to fit together just fine.

Your date mostly consists of him guiding you through various science experiments and rambling about the scientific principles behind them.

"I understood nothing of what it was you just said but I think it's endearing how passionate you are about this", you chuckle.

His last experiment is one where he turns the lights in the room off and uses several lenses and light sources to make beautiful lights in all colors dance across the walls and the ceiling of the room. You're in awe about the beautiful sight.

"You see, this happens because the light reflects off the-" he can't finish his sentence because he's caught off-guard by the kiss you press to his cheek. You then lean your head on his shoulder. "Let's just watch them for a while", you whisper and reach for his hand. He supposes he can continue explaining later and smiles at you softly.

[monochrome-cropcrown]

Normal sleepover at the Einherjar's

From that on, Brunhilde makes sure that they all have blankets during sleepovers.

[nameless-flame]

Incorrect Quotes #29

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[Name]: I have flaws. What are they?

[Name]: I sing in the shower. Sometimes, I spend too much time sleeping. Occasionally I'll stab someone.

Hades: I hear no flaws.

Nikola: Are we really ignoring that last part?

Loki: Yeah! Why didn't you say you were wifey material from the start??

Nikola: ...

Leonidas: Nah, cuz that's really hot.

Nikola: ...what's wrong with all of you?

Not my art

[palesublimeduck]

🥀Would they slay?✨️

I would kill for fanarts & spin off episodes like this 😭

On another note, Apollo & Loki would 100% do "GRWM" videos before attending events & meetings

[asmolfolk]

SNV!Humans as boyfriends.

I don't know why I decided to make it...

Qin Shi Huang

What is like to have he as your boyfriend?

He is the kind of boyfriend that puts you as a priority in the relationship, he would try anything in his way to make you happy - to crack a smile, to laugh... He hates to see you cry, he will do anything on his way to avoid it.

He seems to be the most experienced - and he fucking is. He is a fast learner and knows when and how to take hints, so you know that you don't need to even say something to make him understand what you want.

He is the emperor of helping you out in anything. You want to train? He will be your teacher. You can't say no.

Of course, if you want to have professional help, he would pay someone to help you out.

He is speeding a lot of money on you and he doesn't even care.

Does he get jealous easily?

He doesn’t get jealous, he knows he is better than anyone else [He is too full of himself to even think about cheating] and also, he trusts you with his own life and if you break his trust… Well, he isn’t one to just forget...

What does he call you?

I don't think he would use words in english- He would call you by the nicknames in chinese, like '女朋友' and others... He would call you by something in english if you want [but it would be really... Cheesy, like 'Babypoh']

What is his way to show love?

 Acts of service is his way to shove you with love. 

He will do the smallest but meaningful things - Like, if he knows that you like physical touch or you’re touch craved, he would always hug you, no matter where or how… You would receive daily hugs, kisses.

Even if he is far away from you, if you send a letter wanting something - he would give it to you at the same minute. He is devoted to you and his people, he wants nothing but to see you smiling.

How he would be with his S/O love languages?

If his S/O language of love is quality time, words of affirmation, or physical touch - he is BLUSHING! He loves to know and to be reassured that you love him in any of these ways, he feels like in heaven!

If his S/O language of love is acts of service or giving gifts, he is going to have to slow you down- He doesn’t like to receive gifts or to have you acting that way, he does things that are cute, but he doesn’t want you to spend your money on him… Even so, if you insist, he is not giving more lectures and will just start to accept it. [Even if a part of him says that it is wrong.]

(From what I know, it was common for the husband to give gifts or do anything for his wife, but the only thing that the wife needed to do was to take care of the children) - I don’t know a lot about those times, so that’s an explanation to his reaction.

(Bonus) How would he react to anyone trying to kill or hurt you?

The person should start praying. He won't let this pass, he would hunt down the person just so he can torture them - and, when he is done, he will let the person live... After all, when he is done with them... Being alive will be the worst punishment.

He is a good boyfriend, he tries to be the best he can for you. He would kill, disrespect gods if it means to show you how much he loves you.

Nikolas Tesla

What is like having him as your boyfriend?

He is pretty busy most of the time… He advised you that he wouldn’t be available for you all the time. To get in a relationship with him, you HAVE to be sure about that. He does try to make some time for you, he has one day in his schedule where he will stay only with you.

He does try to make up for the lost time, he handles conversation and everything else pretty good… But one thing he can’t control is accidents… So, It is possible that he would need to work on one of those days.

[He tries his best to make it up for you - Dedicating one entire week for you or giving a lot of gifts for ya.]

Does he get jealous easily?

He does. One thing is that… He wishes he could spare more time for you, he wishes that he could just let someone else do his whole job… And when he sees someone that could give you comfort, luxuries and all the time in the world… He is jealous of it.

He wants nothing but what you two could have together and he hates to admit it, but sometimes, he hopes that you never notice it. [Even if you have accepted being in a relationship with a busy man, he can’t forgive himself for not giving you the attention and love you deserve.]

What does he call you?

 He has a lot of situational nicknames.

He calls you by English ‘nicknames’ like “My Dear”/”Dear” and “My Love”/”Love” when he is going to be away for a long time - if he is going to spend a whole month with you, he calls you by “My dearest”/”Dearest” and “My everything”.

If he is in the mood for something else- he calls you by “Beautiful”/”Handsome”/”Pretty” and “Wife”/”Husband”/”Partner” [Something else = Cuddles… And something +18 if you want it.]

In sex, the nicknames depend on what you like… But, he would mostly call you by your name <3

What is his love language?

 His love language is giving gifts and words of affirmation. He does like shoving you with gifts and letters, because he knows that every single one of them is special… 

 If you EVER dared to tell him or someone else anything you want [“I want a Teddy bear”, “I want two sharks, two dolphins, two snakes and one monkey… Wait, better than that! I want A PANDA! The red one-”] You are getting ANYTHING. He doesn’t care for how much money he spends on you, he wants you to live happily… He needs you to understand how much he loves you and how much he misses you everyday.

 He sends daily notes, all of them have the same structure - Telling about his day, telling if he is going to come back any sooner, some news and then… His full devotion for you.

 Everything that he writes is absolutely sweet.

 “I thought about you today… Not that I haven’t any other, to be honest with myself and you. I can’t take my mind off you. You are always here… And I got to ask, how? How did you manage to cast that… Spell? I’m rather happy that you think so highly of me… To keep a relationship like that.”

How would he be with his S/O love language?

If your love language is physical touch or quality time -

Being away hurts both of you like a pineapple hitting your head. He wants to feel it, he wants you to show him that you love him in the special way you do… But, because he is mostly busy, he just feels it for a day… And then, it’s over.

 Sometimes, he feels like he could live for your touch, being around you, hearing you talk, noticing how long you have been listening to him ramble - and even if it was about job, you never seemed mad, angry… You are an angel to him.

If your love language is words of affirmation and giving gifts…

He feels so- Goofy? I don’t know how to explain/and he can’t either, but he does feel like you are being too much for him! Like, you two are matched in HEAVEN! How can you have the same love language as him? You don’t know how appreciated he is at being shoved with gifts and your kind words…

 Sometimes, he would open your letter/poem - if you write one - and would read it a million times… He wants to keep that in his mind. [Everytime he is mad/sad/depressed, he will remember the letter… It’s kind of his own therapy.] 

If you ever buy one bear or antiestres thing for him, he is going to use it A LOT. Everytime you go to meet him at his job, he is with the object-.

If your love language is an act of service…

That is the only one that he doesn’t like. He doesn’t like… Especially because he knows that it will hurt you - Because he mostly needs nothing, he would ask you kindly to just… Spend time with him, but that would be it - he wouldn’t and couldn’t ask you for anything else.

Bonus [What if his S/O starts a discussion about time?]

 If you start a discussion with him, he is going to handle it well. He would wait for you to tell everything that is on your mind and so, he would say what he thinks about it. It always depends on how you are telling him that and in what you are saying.

 If you are calm, he is calm and will not interrupt you.

 If you are sad, crying or even trying to not cry in front of him, he will hug you close [even if he is doing something or at work, he will let everything down so he can hug you and try to calm you down so you can continue the discussion.]

 If you are screaming in rage, he will keep a calm face and attitude, but don’t you think that he would let this go down.

 If you ever mention the fact he doesn’t spend time with you, he is going to say “I know, it’s my fault. I told you when we confessed to each other, I told you all my flaws. I told you that maybe I would spend a whole month without seeing you… And you accepted me. If that bothers you so much, I suggest that we break off… I can’t imagine ‘opening this relationship’ or… Other stuff.”

He is a busy man, he has a lot of flaws - just like Qin. But both of them will try everything they can to make you happy… That’s everything they want…

And Tesla may be a lot busy, but if you are ever in need, he will do anything so he can be at your side.

[telvess]

Reader using pick-up lines on them

chaotic writing for the fun

Hades

“You should be arrested for stealing my heart!”

Pick-up lines, hmm? Alright, fine, but did you have to use the most pathetic, the cheesiest one? Hades is way too elegant for such a poor tasted attempt, he actually feels offended by your words.

Your first impression is horrible. Hades silently judges you. Of course, he is too classy to make any snarky comments, but you can tell by his cold, indifferent look that he has lost all interest in your company. At this point, he is more of a Poseidon than his brother himself.

If you aren’t the type of person who gives up easily and still tries to flirt… just stop. The best you can get from him would be „yes”, „no” or a nod of the head.

Buddha

“You see my friend over there? She want to know if you think I'm cute.”

Buddha stares at you for a long moment, then looks over your shoulder to check out your friend (who you obviously made up), then then returns to you. His expression is blunt, maybe slightly bored. Totally makes you lose the confidence you had a moment ago as you watch him lazily suck a lollipop and pierce you through with his unimpressed glare.

The worst he can say is „no”, right? Well, who would have thought that the enlightened mind of Buddha would prove otherwise. A drawn-out silence makes you uncomfortable and you start to squirm under his gaze, not ready for that unfazed attitude of his…

Once the confidence you felt approached him vanished and you are ready to leave as quickly as possible, Buddha begins to laugh historically. You jump up a little and stare at him confused. It takes him a while to calm down, but when he does, he looks at you seriously again and says „tell your friend I find ya cute” with the most annoying smirk in the entire universe.

Susanoo

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

Susanoo watches you with harsh expression, his eyebrows raising as your attitude doesn’t change. You just stand in front of him and wait for his answer. Kinda hot, he has to admit.

He is amused by this shitty attempt, but still has to admit that it takes some balls to say something so crappy to his face. You’re bold, stupid and definitely not in your right mind.

He would definitely address all of the above and then… respond to you with an even cheaper pickup line that he thinks sounds good. He is very proud of himself and oblivious to the point that it matches his intimidating aura.

Susanoo likes a person who isn’t concerned with what everyone think of them, but he is also a person who expects others to submit to his will, which makes him rather difficult person to flirt with, demanding from you to adapt to his confusing preferences.

Nikola

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.”

BUAHAHAHAHA! HE WOULDN’T GET IT 100%!

He looks at you very confused at first, then he puts to work all of his braincells trying to figure out what you meant. Is this some kind of puzzle? Mystery? It’s clearly impressive, because he struggles to solve it!

Please, stop the brainstorming session before he starts writing his thought on the board and calls members of the science crew asking for the consultations.

After yours short explanation (which probably burnt your soul to the bones with embarrassment) Nikola nods, compliments your clever attempt and… continues what he was doing before this whole masquerade started, oblivious to the fact you just hit on him. So you just stand there and wait for something, but you last barely several dozen seconds before you run away to hide somewhere far, far away.

Much to your surprise, Nikola visits you the next day and invites you for coffee, bluntly.

Hermes

“Can I put my hand on your thigh, where it belongs?”

You sit next to him and get straight to the point. No hesitation, no shame in your eyes. Hermes’ eyes widen for a millisecond as the words leave your lips. Oh? Oh? Oh? He couldn’t help but let his lips stretch into a wide smile, trying to cover his mouth with his hand as a single chuckle escapes his lips.

When he pulls himself together, Hermes lets his playful nature take over. So you thought you were flirty? Hermes is too smart and too cunning to allow you triumph for long. Even if he isn’t interested, he will leave you with a dry mouth and wet panties. Hermes uses the tongue as smoothly as he uses the violin.

Apollo

“I'm sorry, were you talking to me?” He denies, “Well, would you like to?”

My, my, look at you! Approaching the Sun God just like this? Apollo is impressed. In fact, because of how intimidating he is, it's not often that others surprise him with such bravado. Usually they just treat him as something as intangible as the rays of the sun, bathing in his glory, praising him as a celestial being, not as a person. You - on the other hand - are a breath of fresh air.

Once the first shock wears off, his entire figure begins to glow and he gives you the most breathtaking smile you will ever see. From that point on, everything he does comes so naturally that it makes you lose yourself. After making great first impression, you end up like everyone else: Apollo wraps you around his little finger and before you know it, you just sit there and listen to his melodious voice as if you are bewitched. The man is too charming.

Poseidon

“Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

Peasant. Get out.

You aren’t clever. You aren’t brave. You aren’t impressive. The only person that will disappear is gonna be you, if you don’t remove yourself in the next 3 seconds.

Whoever didn’t stop you from approaching Poseidon like this, definitely doesn’t wish you well.

Kojirō

“Aren't you tired? From running through my mind all day?”

The man gives you surprised look, and moment later he presents you his widest smile. Sasaki has no clue what to say, so he just stands before you, rubbing his neck and blushing like teenage girl. He may stammers out a few words of thanks, but you really shouldn’t hope for more. Kojirō is simply not used to compliments, so even the simplest pick-up line can rock his world.

Please, ask him about swordsmanship, because it’s probably the only thing he can talk about while his brain fries in the skull.

Once Kojirō pulls himself together, he turns out to be exactly as carefree and friendly as you expected. The longer you two interact, the more open and less awkward he becomes.

Ares

“Do you have a name, or can I just call you 'mine'?”

Did you just? Huh???

Ares blinks a few times before his brain process information. He can’t believe you said something like that! Do you even know who you are talking to? He is Ares, the God of War! One of the twelve Gods of Olympus and son of Zeus! He deserves more respect, not some pathetic, human-alike attempt at flirting. He shouts all this in your face, making a big scene and ridiculing you in front of the others gods. For a moment he’s proud of himself, but your teary eyes quickly put him in a less mighty state.

To make things worse, you literally run away. At first Ares tries to ignore the feeling of guilt in his chest, pretending that your reaction was childish and exaggerated, but all he needs is Hermes to make a little remark (“Poor thing, it seems she gave her all to speak up.”) to make Ares’ face red.

He mutters some lame excuse to leave and starts looking for you. He still thinks your attempt was awful, but maybe - just maybe - his heart skips a beat knowing that some pretty miss thinks so highly of him.

Jack

“If music be the food of love, let’s have a feast together.”

Okay, this man isn’t used to hearing compliments, let alone hitting on him. Jack is a little shocked, not because he doesn’t understand you, but because you actually chose him. He doesn’t recognize you, but to his great surprise you seem to know a little about him. After all, you referred to Shakespeare. It couldn't have been an accident, right?

“Pardon me, lady?” is probably the first thing out of Jack's mouth as he’s still processing what you’ve said, but he quickly snaps out of his surprise, “Forgive me, where are my manners?”

Jack introduces himself properly, takes off the hat and bows like a gentleman. He then politely asks for your name, still fluttered that you gave him a chance.

Thor

“Did you do something to my eyes? I can't seem to take them off you.”

“…”

Neither Thor nor Mjölnir budge. Well, this is definitely something new; no one has ever approached Thor this way before, so he has to give you some points for creativity. However, don’t expect anything as Thor isn’t interested in continuing the conversation, so it’s up to you if you are interested in one-sided interaction.

Loki

“Well, here I am! What are your other two wishes?”

Loki stares at you without the slightest sign of interest, twirling strand of hair around his finger. He seems distant, almost like he didn’t hear you. Then he flinches, as if snapped out of trance. His face changes in a split second: a wide, forced smile and squinting eyes screaming at you to evacuate, because you’ve hit on the wrong guy. “Do you have a death wish, woman?” Loki asks, his voice has the sweetest tone that tickles your ears, but his words spew poison…

Loki is capricious. I don’t think it’s a matter of wrong pick-up line, it's rather more a matter of right timing. But even if you choose a bad moment to approach him, he probably wouldn’t hurt you (physically) - he prefers to scare others, toy with their fear than kill them.

On the other hand, if your timing is right, then you would still bounce off the wall, because Loki doesn’t intent to give you a straightforward answer; he would like to play with you, confuse you with the mixed signals he sends. He wants a reaction from you, entertain him. If you are cocky - his goal is to crush your self-confidence. Shy? Prepare for blushing, squealing and stuttering. Ah, you think you’re being funny here? Loki will gladly turn your smile into tears.

[yandere-wishes]

Okay so I'm actually super low-key proud of my last record of ragnarok fic!! So let's have a poll for the next fic~♡♡

💔 Dark! Nikola Tesla x reader: Frankenstein motif/body horror

⚰️ (what if) Dying! Beelzubub x reader

🪦 (what if) Dying! Nikola Tesla x reader

🩸 Dark! Beelzubub x reader: Mad scientist/body horror

🧪 Dark Nikola Tesla x reader x Dark! Beelzubub: Body horror, smut (idk I low-key headcanon them as not really enjoying/liking sex...but that could just be self projection) mad scientist au, monster au.

I'll leave the poll open for about a day.

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#158 Romance

Nikola: Y/n I need my-

Y/n*Scrooling thru your phone, hands him his NOW cleaned goggles*

Nikola: Oh also I didn’t get a chance to…

Y/n*Hands him a cup of fresh cup of coffee, Just how he likes it*

Nikola*Sipping the coffee and blinks*... Marry me?

Y/n*Not looking up at him* I took care of that too, we’ve been married for the past seven years

Nikola: Excellent!~

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Special File #0008 — 温かい。

cockwarming them

.｡.:*✧ subjects: jack the ripper ; nikola tesla ; poseidon

.｡.:*✧ file warnings: nsfw ; gn!reader

.｡.:*✧ submitted by: @/anon

Subject 1 — Jack the Ripper

"Mhm, you're so warm darling", he said, dick buried in your hole. The two of you have been sitting like this for what felt like an eternity, your lover casually reading the newspaper like he did every morning, occasionally taking sips from his darjeeling and bites from his apple pie. Upon noticing you shifting in his lap he grabbed your thighs to still to your movements. "Be patient darling, you'll get rewarded soon enough."

Subject 2 — Nikola Tesla

"And that really helps you?", you asked him in disbelief as you sank down on his cock. He just nodded and continued scribbling things you did not understand on papers, his concentrated facade not breaking once, eyes glued onto what he was working on. Some time passed by and you couldn't do more than leaning onto him while he neglected all of your needs for his work, your hole furiously twitching around his shaft.

Subject 3 — Poseidon

"I understand. Thank you Proteus, you can go now", your husband said, his underling bowing before disappearing in the big halls of the castle. A relieved sigh left you, heart beat beginning to calm down. "You really seemed to enjoy it, your walls were pulsating all the time", your lover said, his expression and voice as plain as always, but you could swear to see a slight tint of red on his cheeks. "Maybe I should let you cockwarm me more often when I work."

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[bones4thecats]

Beelzebub, Poseidon, Jack and Nikola with a s/o that's like 10X stronger than they are, like reader doesn't look like it at all but they can just pick them up and throw them over their shoulder with not even a little bit of their power wasted, reader is also known all around like a powerful and authority figure, they're a head god/goddess (kinda like Zeus and Odin)

Them With a Head God and Strong! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Beelzebub, Poseidon, Jack the Ripper, and Nikola Tesla Name: Them With a Head God and Strong! S/O Requester: Anonymous

A/N: These readers are all from different FAKE Pantheons, so you won’t be able to find any information out. But, they are all slightly inspired by the Bible, the Sinto, and the Greek Pantheon. By the way, here are the four different regions the FAKE Pantheons are from/set; Hierarchie - Germany ║ Hiérarchie - France ║ Jiēcéng - China ║ Ierarhie - Romania. By the way, these all mean ‘Hierarchy’ just so you guys know

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🪰 You had met Beelzebub back in 2000 B.C.E. at one of your first Gods’ Council Meetings as the leader of your Pantheon, Hierarchie

🪰 He was a very quiet person, and that interested you, due to being a fairly quiet person yourself. And the only reason that Beelzebub actually looked up from his hands was when someone tried to offend him, resulting in you sending a lightning bolt to strike them directly in the head

🪰 When you guys first met, Beelzebub had tried to keep his distance from you, as he didn’t want your Pantheon on his ass if you were to be harmed by this God-forsaken curse he was born with

🪰 Surprisingly, despite his obvious care for you, this curse had never harmed you, it was as if Satan had seen you as worthy of the affections of Beelzebub’s, which made him nearly cry tears of joy

🪰 Now, when it was decided that Ragnarok would have to produce 13 Gods for fighting, it was decided that there would be a Head of Pantheon fighting against a well-respected member of Humanity fighting

(Ignore the Beelzebub and Nikola Tesla fight)

🪰 It was you who was chosen to fight against Humanity’s representatives, the Greatest Warrior in History and by-far the most Successful Military Commander in History, Alexander the Great

🪰 The man had readied his Völundr sarissa as you stood there as he claimed the care that Humanity had and how they could better themselves if given the chance, your husband softly chuckled at your comeback to the pledge

" Let me guess, Brunhilde has been filling your heads with that nonsense? How fitting. She’s always been such a blood-thirsty and crude woman, I wouldn't put it behind her to lie to her assets. Though, despite the ignorant comment, you are not the dumbest man I’ve met, though, you better pray that he doesn’t die, mortal. "

🪰 The Gods erupted in laughter at your insult, and hearing Brunhilde’s swears only made it even better

🪰 Due to being well-known for your barbaric actions in battle and that you loved working your opponents up so they lost due to anger made your Pantheon cheer as Heimdall called out the starting word for Round 8 of Ragnarok

🪰 Now the only thing your husband could do is watch and hope that you come out of this unscathed, if a human could take down the likes of Poseidon, Heracles, and Hades, who knows if they can get you

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🔱 As a new head to your Pantheon, Hiérarchie, that originated in the northern land of Gaul, now known as France, by the migratory people

🔱 Poseidon was not amused when Hades had sent him a letter explaining that he was required to come to a meeting between the most powerful members of the multitude of Pantheons across the world

🔱 He had only been there a few minutes when you appeared in complete smoke, covering your feet as you strode in as your right-hand, the God of Life, Vie (life), appeared next to you, spreading light whereas you spread darkness

🔱 During that meeting, Poseidon had snuck quick glaces at you, and the only one to even come lose to noticing was Hades and Vie, who only glanced at you both and shrugged their shoulders

🔱 As you and Poseidon began to speak more and more over the next few thousand years, your relationship grew into a full-on marriage, settling a union between two of the most powerful Pantheons in mythology

🔱 Now, when Ragnarok was proposed by Brunhilde, you were chosen by Zeus to represent the Gods in the third round against an unknown human contestant

(Ignore the Poseidon vs Sasakii Kojiro fight)

🔱 You were set to go against the well-known Greek physician, Hippocrates, also known as the 'Father of Modern Medicine', who had written many different things he had discovered about illnesses, which helped Humanity grow in healing one another

🔱 Staring at the middle-aged man, despite the fact he (supposedly) lived to a very old age, that being 90 years, you scoffed lightly. This action made the physician cock and eyebrow and ask you what the matter was

" You. You are the matter. I'm the head of a Pantheon, a Supreme Deity, and I have to battle against some old man? How repulsive. " " You sound quite arrogant, ma'am/sir. " " Arrogant? Y'know, I was going to be nice and allow you the win so I can get back to doing my real job and handling my people, but now? Forget it. Grab your weapon and ready yourself, human. Because I'm not as nice as some say I am. "

🔱 Gripping his trident tighter as the second passed in the battle, Poseidon was interrupted in his thoughts by his nephew, Ares', screams of support to you as Heracles smiled and cheered for you more quietly

🔱 You were stronger than him... and if he knew he could defeat a human in battle, you definitely would. Right?

" Please be safe, my love... "

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🩸 Jack knows for certain that you're powerful, far more powerful than him. Even if he had a clone of himself, you would still win against both, no doubt. You are a Supreme Deity for a reason, after all

🩸 As your Pantheon was made many centuries before England was, you would normally curse people out underneath your breath in severely ancient Chinese, and whenever Jack asked you about your travels back home, you would rather he call it 'Zhongguo', as that is what it was called when you were made

🩸 When Ragnarok was hailed and you walked out of the Council with your smaller-Pantheon following you and the Valkyrie sisters, you were worried... what if Brunhilde chose your husband?

🩸 Unfortunately, Brunhilde had asked if your husband would be willing to participate in the battle to the death. And, being a protective spouse, you shut it down and said you would take his place

🩸 Hearing that news made Jack nearly spit out his tea, he knew you didn't want him to die again and all, but why would you sacrifice yourself like this?

" My love, I am truly sorry for not notifying you about this issue. But, I must admit, I do not wish to see you get thrown around by some punk-God who just wants Humanity destroyed. Unlike them, I know for certain that Humanity is worth fighting for, and I- I don't want you possibly dying for that cause. I'd rather die than live without you for the rest of my life. " " As your husband, I admit the same. An afterlife without you would be like living on Earth without oxygen, I would not be able to handle it. " " How about this; we fight together? After all, neither of us can live without the other, right? " " You always find the most crafty ways of getting out of this accidents, am I correct, Y/N? " " Yes you are, dearest. "

(Ignore that his original opponent was Heracles, he deserves to live U-U)

🩸 Humanity was not happy to hear that they were being represented by a killer duo, that being the supposed Jack the Ripper, a man who killed multiple women throughout the year 1888, and a Deity of Blood-lust and War, one that had tortured many in their conquest to rid the world of threats against your people

🩸 The Gods chosen to fight you both was the twins of Egyptian Mythology, Geb, the God of the Earth, and Nut, Goddess of the Sky. You just so happened to be close to Nut, which resulted in you and her going apart from one another as the battle commenced

🩸 When you and Geb looked into one another's eyes as Jack and Nut looked into their opponent's, Brunhilde looked over you all and clenched her fists

🩸 You both better come out of this alive; she doesn't need to lose someone she holds very dear to her again

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🧪 As the Supreme God of the Ierarhie Pantheon, which hailed from the European Country of Romania, you knew of many people coming from nearby lands, including the famous Nikola Tesla, who migrated from his home village in Smijan, Croatia, to North America

🧪 When you both first met, you were speaking to one of your close human friends, Marie Curie, and he noticed how your eyes lit up with amazement as she explained the suit's mechanisms

🧪 He hasn't seen anyone other than his fellow scientists look so gleefully at a piece of machinery before

🧪 As you stood and listened, Nikola had looked at you every once and a while before he was called by Marie, making him turn around and officially meet you

🧪 And he had to admit, you were one of the most gorgeous beings he has ever laid eyes upon. You were even more beautiful than the first invention he ever made

🧪 Ever since that day, you had always come in on your free-days away from Supreme-Deity duties and you would assist the many scientists on what they could do to improve the giant suit for Ragnarok

🧪 Speaking of Ragnarok, when you found out that the man you had grown close to was fighting Beelzebub, one of the most ruthless and mysterious Gods in the entire mixture of Pantheons, you had put your foot down and begun to speak with him about it, resulting in Brunhilde and Zeus making the exception for you to help out during the round, like a fight happening during a fight

🧪 When it was announced that you and Nikola were needed on the battlefield, you had hugged him tightly as he and his Valkyrie, Göndul, prepared and performed their Völundr

🧪 As you gripped your weapon, he looked down on you, gifting you the most gorgeous smile you had ever seen in your entire life of millions of years, and hearing the love-sick words pour out of his mouth made you nearly cry and kiss him for the possible first and last time

" Ljubavi (my love, I think?), I must confess this to you before we make an ultimate sacrifice. I love you, I have ever since I had laid my eyes upon your darling form. And I must do this if we do not make it out alive. "

🧪 When you felt him kiss you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, making him sigh contently as you kissed him right back. His and your shared fears leaving your minds for a while as the moment continued, the only thing snapping you away is the sound of Heimdall beginning your introductions

" I love you, Y/N. " " And I love you, Nikola Tesla. "

[artelicious]

Heracules knew his hand was screwed when he saw the first person in line 🥲