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forbidden-sunlight · 11 months

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yandere!aphrodite with muichiro!fem!reader headcanons

Warning(s): aged up!reader [late twenties], anime spoilers, canon divergence from manga, references to mythology, obsessive behavior, violence, strong language, sexual references, established relationship, slight nsfw content.

MINORS DNI!

The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only. The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged. There are also triggers, so please take caution. You are responsible for your Internet consumption!

Collab work with @deathmetalunicorn1. Special thanks to @enryegotrip for providing feedback in the early drafting phase!

With that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the chaos that will unfold :)

You met Aphrodite through work.

As a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, your main objective is to eliminate the nocturnal beings before they could set a single inch inside Valhalla and devour innocent humans. Thanks to the human named Nostradamus, they could slither their way through the Bifrost’s fractured ley lines rather than just taking a gamble to walk through the swirling miasma that lied beyond the stone double doors and come out on the other side still in one piece. Including information gathering and training soldiers in the organization, there was an occasional bodyguard job.

That was the night you had crossed paths with the Greek goddess of beauty; the function had been a banquet hosted in the palace of a floating island, belonging to a god whose name you couldn’t recall except he was known for firing a silver bow and arrow from a chariot in the sky. But that really wasn’t important. Your job had been to keep an eye out for troublemakers and give them the ol’ greet and toss when they were causing too much of a disturbance.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Aphrodite seem to be talking about things of great interest with Lady Persephone; they were too enraptured in the conversation to notice anything happening outside of their little circle of interest, including the incubus was shamelessly ogling the women of the Greek pantheon.

And of course this buffoon would try to sneak behind your lady’s friend to grab her ass. You sighed in mild annoyance in having to intervene in such a lovely atmosphere, stepping away from your position behind a column.

You quickly glided across the crowded floor, pushing past through the guests and getting behind the incubus. You grabbed one arm and twisted it behind his back, then the other one before starting to pull him away from the goddesses. “What the fuck?!” He snarled, wiggling in your grasp. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I beg to differ,” You said. “Lewd misconduct in a gathering that is hosted in a god’s temple is strictly forbidden. Especially if the perpetrator is someone who has not been invited to said gathering. Now, stop being so stubborn and come along quietly -” You were cut off in mid-sentence when you felt something warm and sticky land on your cheek.

You blinked owlishly, unimpressed at the incubus’ false bravado and the stupid sneer on his face. Really? This asshole just spat on you? Fine, two can play this game.

You slammed your knee into the pervert’s solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him long enough to secure your grip on him, earning surprised gasps from the guests. You looked up and saw Lady Persephone and Lady Aphrodite staring at you with wide, doe-like eyes. You bowed your head to the lord’s wife.

“Forgive me for bothering you and your…acquaintance, Lady Persephone. Please enjoy the rest of the night.” Having properly given your apologies to them, you proceeded to drag the piece of shit across the floor, walking in the back of the temple meant for security and the kitchen staff to slip through without being noticed.

Himejima met you halfway and took the squirming incubus out of your hands, promising to deal with him. In the meantime, it was time for shift rotation; you’d be moving towards the outer perimeter of the island with two other Demon Slayers.

Tanjiro greeted you inside, asking if you were okay with a worried look in his dark red eyes. Smiling at your old friend, you politely declined and reminded him to get a snack or drink water. This banquet is just getting started, it wouldn’t do him any good to keep working on an empty stomach.

He nodded enthusiastically, racing back inside to the kitchens and shouting that he’d bring back something for you too. Your heart twinged at his words. Even after all of these years…how could he have forgiven you for surviving the war against Muzan when it should have been him and Nezuko? That the two of you, including Giyuu and Sanaemi, stayed with Master Urokodaki until it was time to go your separate ways? How the guilt gnawed away at you for years, knowing Nezuko would be all alone in her village despite keeping regular contact with you through letters and visits? How can he not hate you?

You shook your head. No…there was no point in dwelling on the past right now. You need to focus on the job. After you scrubbed off the area where the incubus’ saliva had landed, you washed your hands and left the restroom to join the others.

In retrospect, you truly thought that was the last time you would ever meet the Greek pantheon’s goddess of love and beauty….not the beginning.

Persephone was bragging about her new bodyguard with the pride of a mother fawning over her child for the third time this evening.

Aphrodite knew the queen of the underworld well enough that she utterly despised being treated like a child or an asset that is to be protected from even the smallest of threats. That was why it had been difficult for Hades to find someone qualified and met his wife’s expectations to protect his beloved. Personally, Aphrodite found the overprotective part of Hades to be…romantic. Dazzling even, the idea that such a stoic and cold-hearted man melted in front of the only woman he loves.

Admittedly, Aphrodite was curious about this strong and useful mortal soul entrusted to protect her on-off friend, especially their appearance. Did they possess a rugged appearance, or dressed neatly for the job? Were they big or small? Experienced in bed or a virgin? These questions tossed around her mind right until she heard yelling right behind her. That was when she saw the incubus and a young lady dressed in black, the latter holding him down even though she was half of his size. She gasped in disgust when he spat at the mortal, and then felt her heart flutter when she retaliated with a swift kick to the stomach. Blank [Eye Color] orbs blinked owlishly at them before she murmured an apology, wishing them a good-night before dragging the incubus across the floor without another care in the world.

Aphrodite gawked in shock, turning her attention back to the equally shell-shocked Persephone. “Is…Is that your bodyguard?” The brown-haired goddess merely nodded, her golden eyes watching the pair disappear into the crowd.

“Indeed…but how could she have sensed that rascal before we did?” It was true. As members of the Oympian pantheon, they were blessed with powers far beyond the others, and not just immortality and incredible strength. Persephone frowned. “Perhaps I underestimated the power of a Hashira?”

“A Hashira?” Aphrodite repeated. “You mean to tell me that Hades assigned the strongest members of the Demon Slayer Corps as your bodyguard and you didn’t mention any of this to me sooner?”

Persephone shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t think it was that important to you, in fairness. And they are supposed to be a secret, not public knowledge to spread across Valhalla.” She took a sip of her wine. “Fret not, if that little pissant is in her hands, she’ll deal with him promptly.”

Aphrodite slowly nodded, taking another gulp of wine before her mind wandered back to the stoic mortal who possessed such a mesmerizing beauty she had not seen since Helen of Troy had been alive.

In contrast to the innocence of the Argos queen, the Hashira’s eyes did not sparkle with neither joy nor love; nothing reflected in her gaze except exhaustion and irritation when she dealt with the incubus. Why does she seem so tired when she is a trusted soldier under the command of Hades?

That had been the initial spark of curiosity which struck Aphrodite’s mind, even after the banquet. By interacting with Persephone, she was able to persuade her dear friend to come out for an outing in Valhalla’s most popular shopping district with her precious bodyguard in tow. It is through this trip that the goddess of beauty turned her gaze upon the Hashira, and felt her heart pounding in her chest once more.

Yes…those eyes are mesmerizing. But other secrets could she be hiding? One question led to another, and then another until Aphrodite could not stop herself from sinking into the madness of morbid fascination.

Why does she wear only the standard Demon Slayer uniform? What are her favorite foods? Her hobbies when she isn’t protecting the Bifrost alongside her comrades?

Aphrodite began using her doves to spy and receive daily reports on the Hashira whenever she went in Valhalla, relishing in what information they’ve brought back to the temple; they were almost seen by the overprotective and vain crow that is always by the mortal’s side, however, so her precious familiars needed to be a bit more discreet with their actions. Of course, Aphrodite would not be so cruel nor stupid as to send the doves to the gates of Helheim.

That would draw too much attention, and she did not want to reveal herself to the lovely [First Name] just yet.

Soon, she thought with a wistful sigh, lounging in the inner sanctum of her temple surrounded by the stone men Hephaestus created for her as a wedding gift. Soon, we shall be together my love, and nothing will stand in the way of our happiness.

By pursuing the Mist Hashira, she neglected her longtime lover Adonis. He grew jealous when he heard that another mortal slithered their way into his goddess’ heart, and when he confronted Aphrodite about the rumors, an argument ensued. Adonis left the temple that same evening while she fumed quietly, alone in her twisted thoughts.

Oh…she wanted to hold [First Name] in her arms. But she needed to be patient for just a little longer. She blinked, baby blue eyes narrowing with a contemplative frown. Now that she thought about it, it has been a while since she called upon Ares to her bedchambers.

Perhaps until the Demon Slayer is officially hers…she should play around with the war god to satisfy her needs. Yes. That's a perfect plan. Oh, she is so beautiful and smart, no one can tear their gaze away from her when she enters the room.

Moments later, however, she crushed her cell phone in half. Four times. She called him four times and not once did Ares pick up. HOW DARE HE IGNORE THE BELOVED GODDESS OF ALL THE PANTHEONS IN VALHALLA?!? WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN HER WELL-BEING?!

As the human author William Congreve had penned in his book The Mourning Bride, “Heaven has no rage like love turned to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.”

It wasn’t hard for the Greek goddess to find him…but why in the world would he come to a floating island that belonged to Apollo, let alone the exclusive hot springs that the sun god owns and ran as a business for only the wealthiest and most beautiful clients? Why would that hulking brute disappear all of a sudden as soon as he walked through the forested area…oh! Aphrodite gasped.

There.

Standing at the marbled archway leading to the hot springs was her Hashira, gazing up at the clouds overhead without a care in the world, sword sheathed at the side and a teal-colored cloth strapped to her back. It seemed to bulge from where the goddess hid behind a stone pillar…is that how Demon Slayers carried their belongings? Wrapping them up in a cloth and tying it securely to their body? Hm, perhaps a purse would make a good gift….but that isn’t important at this moment!

She wanted to see the Mist Hashira’s body. Oh, there is no doubt in her mind that it was a work of art beneath those shabby clothes! Aphrodite giggled, her voluptuous body wiggling in excitement. She watched as [First Name] blinked owlishly, then looked down at…her neck? There was a snake coiled around her neck!

Aphrodite narrowed her gaze upon the creature, fury pumping through her veins as [First Name] smiled affectionately at it, pressing a soft kiss on the top of its head before turning around to walk inside the facility. Yes…there is no mistaking the pattern on the snake’s back. That filthy abomination was Ares.

The Greek gods had the ability to transform into the animals that were sacred to them, though Zeus could become almost anything he wanted to be if it meant conquering another woman that his lustful heart desired. In Ares’ case, the vulture, the dog, and the snake were sacred animals enshrined in his temple. He preferred to be the latter when he wanted to pout or hide from others so that his reputation as a fearsome, powerful god wasn’t besmirched.

He changed into a snake more than a handful of times when they broke up. But why was he with the Mist Hashira? Did he have some private Demon Slayer business with her that needed to be discussed where no one would dare to think they’d converse? Aphrodite wasn’t sure yet she was determined to find out.

So, she took a page out of the war god’s book and transformed into a beautiful white dove, flying over to the building where an open window allowed her to enter the hot springs with no one none the wiser.

It did not take the goddess very long to find the object of her affections standing in front of the hot springs, and looking quite annoyed, at least from her hiding behind a marbled column and still in her animal form.

“Ares, are you sure there isn’t another solution? I know Apollo said these waters will help accelerate the healing process….but this is your brother we’re talking about. A preening peacock who thinks only with his dick and bragged about how he had multiple relations in this…place.” [First Name] asked, tilting her head to look down at the snake. Ares hissed, forked tongue poking out as his tiny head bobbed up and down.

[First Name] sighed, then released a small hiss of her own as her small frame hunched over ever so slightly.

Ares’ small form began quivering, no doubt panicking or trying to ask in snake language if the Mist Hashira was all right. Aphrodite watched worriedly as her love slowly walked inside, her soft voice bouncing off the walls as she spoke to the war god.

“I’m…okay. I guess my injuries were worse than I thought even with Shinobu’s treatment. There’s only so much wisteria solution that the body can handle at a time to flush the demon’s poison out. I think…I might have to rely on you a bit longer. I’m sorry.”

As soon as she sat down on a large obsidian rock and began taking off her sandals, Ares reverted back to his true form, kneeling by her side. He helped finish removing them before carrying her over to the smallest spring in the room where light filtered in from a nearby window, placing her on another heated rock. Aphrodite followed quietly, becoming herself again as well and ducking behind another pillar that allowed her to see them without the sun’s rays getting in her eyes.

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth as she watched her old lover remove the Hashira’s uniform. The goddess’ fantasy of seeing her darling’s lovely, unblemished skin shattered upon seeing bluish-purple bruises and scabs, even a few open wounds. Who would do this to [First Name]?

Furthermore, why is it that Ares can touch her body and not get kicked below the belt? And yet…seeing her so shy around him, arms trying to conceal her chest from his eyes as he carefully removed her lower garments, left completely bare…the expression was so arousing. Aphrodite wanted to see more.

Ares slowly removed the bandages that were wrapped around her body in various places, carefully inspecting the wounds before he nodded. “Okay, let’s get your hair washed first.” He then leaned down, untying the clothed satchel and pulling out a circular shaped container. Aphrodite watched with a gaping mouth as he doted on her so gently, lathering up [Hair Color] tresses until there were soapy suds and used a cloth to wash her body too.

When has he ever been this loving towards someone else besides the goddess of love? Sure, he’s had many lovers over the years…but he didn’t stare at them as if they hung the moon or stars in the sky as he gazed at the Mist Hashira. And that pissed Aphrodite off. A lot.

Once her hair and body were rinsed off, Ares kneeled down and carefully cradled [First Name] in his arms by the edge of the spring, maneuvering her so that she could slip into the water without too much trouble.

He laughed slightly as a long, dragged out sigh left the Hashira’s lips before he removed his armor and tunic. He cleaned himself up as well, washing his hair and body, before joining her in the water as well.

Aphrodite considered showing up ‘coincidentally’ crashing the relaxing moment but she stayed back, choosing to watch them instead. She wanted…no, she needed to know what was going on between these two. Ares helping [First Name] undress and wash herself seemed innocent enough as she was heavily injured….she supposed she could forgive him if he was truly helping her darling out of courtesy for a fellow warrior.

A comfortable silence fell between them. Time seemed to stand still before the Grecian deity said it would be best to get out now lest there is the risk of overheating. [First Name] looked up at him with a pout, but relented with a nod.

Ares got out first. He kneeled down as his wet, steaming arms glistened in the sun, carefully lifting the Hashira out of the water. Perfectly innocent…until [First Name] released a soft squeak, face flushed when he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the nape of her neck, coiling an arm around her waist to pull her towards him, but being gentle so that he did not irritate the wounds. He then began to nibble her neck, mouth opening and moving downwards as he began to suckle the tender flesh.

[First Name] pressed her thighs together, raising a hand to stifle the noises she was making but Ares would not allow such a small mercy to happen. Instead, he stepped backwards until he sat on the larger heated rock, pulling her into his lap and smiling as she gasped out his name, [Eye Color] orbs blown wide with embarrassment and excitement.

His calloused fingers caressed the bumps of her spine, maneuvering around the bruises that were still healing until his large hand stopped right above her rear. Ares used his other palm to tilt the Hashira’s face upwards, tucking a stray strand of wet hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek, sealing their mouths together in a kiss.

Aphrodite’s nails broke against the pillar as her hand trailed downwards. This single moment defined the relationship between her darling and that bastard Ares: lovers, just as she had been his ‘nymph’ all of those years ago, now nothing more than a fleeting memory. Her eyes widened when she heard a mewl of pleasure leave her darling’s mouth as Ares squeezed [First Name]’s rear, alternating between the cheeks, kneading the flesh or lightly spanking it.

The goddess’ body was growing warm with arousal again. Oh, she wanted…no, she needed her to make those noises again, those delicious sounds which grew louder and more wanton through Ares’ touch, [First Name]’s body arching back -

“Ah.”

That was when she heard it…she and Ares. A pained groan from the Hashira, who now quivered in the war god’s arms, the romantic tension between [First Name] and Ares evaporating in an instant. He immediately pulled his hand away. “Are you all right?” He asked.

[First Name] pouted, trying to pull him back down to her height. “I-I’m fine!”

But Ares was not convinced. He pressed his index finger to her lips, staring down at her with a soft smile till he turned away to grab a fluffy towel, wrapping it around her shoulders. “We can continue once you’re all healed. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He kissed her softly, silencing any arguments before she slumped against his frame, sweaty forehead resting against his chest with a pout. He chuckled at her childish attitude, gently stroking the crown of her head. She looked up at him and smiled.

“This trip is certainly one way to celebrate your return from another war, isn’t it?” She said, “I had heard your opponent was someone not to be taken lightly.” Ares grinned, lifting up one of his arms in the air and flexing it.

“Yes, but he was no match for me! He might have had an impressive army, but he lacked a Lady of Fortune to grant him a victory!”

“Ares, you promised not to dedicate your battle to me last time and you did it again!” [First Name] whined, smacking his chest with her palm, cheeks red with embarrassment. “I didn’t do anything to contribute to the war! You were the one who put the time and effort into improving yourself and your men!”

“Yet you were the one who criticized my footwork and didn’t stop swinging that practice sword until you were satisfied with the results.” Ares chimed in, wiggling his brow. “If I had been any lesser god, I would have not continued to come to your residence year after year to spare with you when Heracles wasn’t around, let alone bring gifts nor beg Uncle Hades for a chance to court you on the condition that it must never become public knowledge.”

“Well, you did make the practice arena collapse in on itself when my other students couldn’t.” [First Name] argued. “You proved to me that you weren’t just a clueless musclehead. You adapted to the battles much faster than I had anticipated, you did everything that I taught you. Your victory in that war…that was by your hand and your army, not mine.”

Ares tutted. “I’m afraid we will have to agree to disagree in this argument, my dearest.”

“Hm.”

Silence fell between them for a short time until the war god stood up, placing the Hashira on the rock. Grabbing the satchel, he took out two opal-colored jars, a roll of bandages, and one labeled with the single word ‘cream’, setting them down on the cloth before he began patting her skin dry. Aprhodrite watched in envy as he cleaned and applied medicine to the wounds, being as gentle as possible before wrapping them up.

In all the centuries she’d known him, Ares had always been gentle and kind….yet never to this extent, around the goddess of love and beauty. The one who listened to his victories in war, and had once been his Lady of Fortune. So why should an egotistical, self-centered man who only knew about strategy deserve to be around her Hashira?

Aphrodite would give anything to be loved by [First Name], from the finest jewels and fabrics to experiencing the true joys of the flesh, not what he had done. Mediocre, Ares. She thought with a sneer. Mediocre.

A little while later, once they were both dried off, a nymph came into the room and delivered a box into the Hashira’s hands, Ares grinning like a child who had a secret that no one else knew about. He urged her to open it. She did, and inside was a teal kimono embroidered with a wisteria pattern, a pale yellow obi, and a hairpin.

Aphrodite hated it…and yet when Ares helped [First Name] put it in, she could not deny that her darling looked dazzling in it. The color of the kimono was a perfect match to the teal ends of those lovely [Hair Color] locks.

But if it were up to her…she would be in something….well, perhaps that would be best left to the imagination, shouldn’t it?

Because one way or another, the Mist Hashira will belong to the most beautiful goddess in the universe, and her alone, even if Aphrodite would have to take a page of Zeus’ book to get what she wanted. And she always got what she wanted in the end.

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asmolfolk · 1 year

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Hi! Sooo, theres a tiktok video that is "Ivan, how did you bag that baddie?" and this come to my mind: Tesla, Buddha, Sasaki, Jack and Ares (separate) hcs with a s/o like that? They're like: Idk how, but she picks me up like I'm nothing. Let's just say I can imagine it, lol - Sorry for my English and kisses from Brazil <3

Oh my! A fellow brazilian! I'm also brazilian, so, kisses from the southeast part of Brazil <3 Hope you liked this one, I really loved to make this one, it was very fun!

🥀♥︎.•° Fandom: Shuumatsu no Valkyrie. Characters: Nikola Tesla, Sasaki Kojiro, Jack the Ripper, Buddha and Ares (Separate) Ask: Inspired by the video 'Ivan, how did you bag that baddie?' 🦋♥︎.•°

Nikola Tesla

"Tesla, how did you bag that baddie?" The one who asked him was his friend, Robert... And that got him... Thoughtful. Tesla looked to the side, looking directly at your direction...

He was thinking about the differences between the two of you... And the similarities too. How you react to things, how you smile, how you show affection or interess in something... He is thinking all of those things at the same time. It would be a reason to "Why he stayed", after all, he never showed any interest in love or relationships that were romantical... But seeing that you were just like a Math question... [A lot of outcomes - Needs hard work and understanding to seek the problem...] That was enough to make his mind so... Full of love and interest. Of course, he couldn't not remember how did 'he bag this baddie'... Spoiler, he didn't. He still remember the day you just looked at him and straight up said "Oh, I don't have this color yet" and just picked him up like a cat and walked with him in your arms. He would tell anyone who saw that the exact thing "I accept it for cience!" But the truth was that he just didn't care to be holded... He liked that and the fact that he could still write his notes was a plus one. Since that, both of you started to talk and later on, date... It is still a surprise to most of Tesla's friends... He can still remember the first dates... And now, you are his... Girlfriend, aren't?... He can't be happier. You respect his space and actually, you were the one to start a lot of intimacy stuff with him... You seemed to always knew when he wanted something or when he acknowledges that you want something from him, but was too tired or busy and didn't want to leave you feeling unwanted by his lack of effort... So you - seeming to read his mind - do exactly what he wanted and started to give him some words of affirmation and to be sure that he knows that it's okay to not fit into some category... Or to not want to do something like sex, PDA or others.

It seemed like a he was off for some seconds IRL while in his mind, he just saw yours love story together... When he noticed that, he knew... He knew his answer. He looked to Robert and started his monologue. "Oh, you are surely mistaken, my dear friend. I'm aware of what could give the impression for you to think like that... But!" He stands there, smilling as if he is explaining math to someone "She, indeed, picked me up and straightly putted me into a consensual relationship that I do really, extremely, like." He puts a hand over his heart, as to give emphasys to his next words "This woman has a exceptional mind and strenght... Aren't I a lucky guy? Her mind is as brilliant as mine... Of course, in Differents/Same matters... Do you understand, Robert?" Robert is lost in words, he doesn't know what to say or what to do... After all, he just saw all of his - 'Don't want to date' - friend being so deeply in love with someone... He could only chuckle as his wife carries a surprise and shocked expression. "Oh my! I'm so happy that you found someone that matches you perfectly, Tesla! And her body is so pretty too... She would look awesome in a wedding dress, don't you think so?" "Hm... Wedding? I think it's a strange concept... But if she wants one..." Tesla, even having his disagreements over weddings... He couldn't say no to you. After all... You are his everything.

Sasaki

"Kojiro Sasaki, how did a loser like you bag that baddie over there?" It was the question of his opponent... He was looking directly at your face, seeing how it changed... After all, you were in fiery! How dare them say call Sasaki a loser... And before you could start approaching to 'ora ora' this person face, Sasaki holded your hand to stop you and smiled brightly. "Well... I may be a loser in battle... But she picked me from the ground and made me her boyfriend, resuming the whole story" He told his opponent as he chuckles as he feels you pinching his cheecks a bit "Ow-Ow! Sorry, sweetheart..." He laughing a bit. "It was nothing like that. I saw him on the ground and thought he was deeply hurt, so I carry him home so I could take care of him." You said, explaining it better than Sasaki resume... Or trying to. "...Okay...? Look, I don't really care..." Sasaki's opponent tried to say that but he wasn't heard, now, Sasaki and you were discussing about this first meeting and he seemed overly in joy after hearing your version of the facts. "So... How were you capeable to hold me?" He finally asked "I mean, I'm pretty heavy-" "I carry boxes that weight more than you, Sasaki."

Jack the Ripper

"How a serial killer like you got to bag that baddie?!" That was the question of Hlökk, who was actually curious to know more about this whole relationship between the two of you... After all, nobody seemed to know about Jack's partner. "Oh my... Well, it's interesting that you asked me this... Well, may I just tell you..." He said with his british accent and sweet tone appearing, he was at your side, holding your hand while looking directly at Hlökk. "She was the one and only who got me, who actually had me on her arms... When she was carrying me around." As he said it, his other hand started patting your head "Isn't it the most romantical and sweet thing someone could ever do to their partner? Carrying them around like they weight nothing" His explanation was not meant to make you feel that proud of yourself... Or to blush like you did. But in a way or other, you could only feel how much you matter and is loved by him... He is trully a gentleman. "EWWW, YOU CLINGY OLD MAN!" Hlokk seemed to think in a different way.

Buddha

"Buddha, my deaaaar friend. How did you manage to bag this baddie?!" Said Zeus... The sluttiest god "Oh my me! You should help me get a baddie like her, I swear to you... I give you candies... Hehe" Zeus - again - couldn't hide his horny. "No." A short and straight answer coming from Buddha, who looked unimpressed by Zeus atticts "I'm not helping you cheat on your wife." as he explained that, Zeus only rolled his eyes - remembering that he is married. "Aw,come on, Buddha, my great friend... It's not like I would steal your... Partner~ I just want to know what did you do...!" "...You have some serious problems, Zeus." With that said, Buddha just moved along his way... But Zeus question was enough to make him think about... That. How did this all happened?

You just looked straight at him and picked him up, saying "This is mine." and just straight up runned away from the gods. That was enough to make him be not only proud but happy - that reunion was a really shitty one.

"Hah... It seems like the puberty made her really strong." Remembering that day, Buddha couldn't hide his smile as he made his way towards you... He WILL use you as his pillow, after all, you can pick him up.

Ares

"Not that I don't respect you, Ares... But how did you... And her got together?" Asked Aphrodite with a rather... Amused expression, she seemed to be making fun of him. "How did you just do that? How did you manage that...? Did you finally follow your daddy ways?~ Because I don't see how you couldn't do that properly... You get no bitches at all~" "She isn't a bitch or anything like what dad do with Hera! She is different, I love her... I want her, she is the only one I truly love." He said, with a confused expression. "Oh love? Now you feel that... How patheti-" She is interrupted when you just walked straight to her, looking to her eyes with a hateful rage. "What did you just say to MY partner? Do you have a fucking problem with him?" As you started to swear at Aphrodite... Ares looked at you with a little smile on the face... Finally... He finally has someone who sides with him and stands up for him...

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adcmans · 3 months

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I did this meme and post it on TikTok I hate how everything is flopping even tho I WORKED HARD ON THIS

I love them

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aresfanclub · 2 months

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AN ARES APPRECIATION BLOG! BECAUSE WE LOVE THIS GOOFBALL!

(Started 29th feb)

#snv ares #record of ragnarok ares #shuumatsu no valkirye #shuumatsu no walkure #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnorak

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luxthestrange · 3 months

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RoR Incorrect quotes#162 Scary Movies

Your room in the arena turned into the fighter's TRUE neutral hotspot to rest...they treat it as the room you can have more fun in given you have a giant TV, games, and snacks...which lead to this

Ares*Coming inside and checking to see the movies he asked you to rent*...What the hell?... Where's Texas chainsaw massacre? Hey Human!

Y/n*Coming in own room seeing...Ares scrolling through your movies, Loki eating your chips on your beanbag who is watching...Raiden and Qin Shi eat thru all your spicy noodles*....Yeah?

Ares: I thought you were gonna rent scary movies!

Y/n:..I did!

Ares: "Walt Disney Watcher in the Woods"What the fuck?

Y/n: Chainsaws are lazy and obvious, This is cerebral. And it’s a really scary movie~

Loki*Scoffs and raises brow*Walt Disney?

Y/n: Early ’80s Disney, the dark period

Raiden: Oh, what dark period? It’s fucking Disney!

Y/n:You’ll be scared~

Ares: Oh, come on, I saw Aladdin, and I was fine. I wasn’t sitting there like, oh, no, fucking Jafar

Ares:You know, we’re not kids, Human!

Raiden: Yeah!

Ares: I haven’t cried last four haircuts!

Raiden: Yeah!

Ares:I’m using deodorant now!

Raiden: Yeah, deodorant!!!

Y/n: Fine, I dare you all to watch it, See if it doesn’t mess you up~

The Four: Fine, sure!No problem!

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #ror #snv #ror ares #snv ares #ror loki x reader #snv loki x reader #ror raiden x reader #snv raiden x reader #ror qin shi huang #snv qin shi huang #ror qin shi huang x reader #ror incorrect quotes #snv incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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vandal-flower · 1 year

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Father Knows Best!

Ror men find out their daughter is going out with their bully.

Requested Characters: Loki, Hades and Ares

Notes: Ngl if I found out my child is going out with their bully, we gonna have to talk.

LOKI

• He took it as a joke at first. (Trickster.)

• Until he realized you were serious when you told him that you and his daughter is going out with her bully.

• He is LIVID.

• His daughter, child by blood, law and so on, going out with her bully. For shame! (Same Loki, same.)

• The moment he sees the bully, there is no hope for them. It's on sight!

• He'll sweet talk his daughter into leaving the bully, even suggesting to make them "disappear".

• He forbids the relationship, no way will he allow such relationship to exist! (He says this 5 minutes ago.)

• He is going to drag Thor and Odin into this situation. And they will, no, have to agree with him.

• But in the end, whatever makes his daughter happy makes him happy, so he'll allow it.

"If he ever breaks your heart sweetie, come to daddy, okay?"

HADES

• He is shocked, baffled, flabbergasted.

• He is currently going through the 5 stages of grief and currently in 'Denial'.

• His own daughter is going out with her bully. How, when, why?!

• He'll talk to her as strictly as he can be. No sweet talking at all. (He finds this as a serious matter.)

• He does not approve of the relationship at all. You can't convincing him at all. ( Unless she pulls the puppy eyes.)

• He won't bring anyone to this matter, this remains in the inner family circle.

• He wants her to understand that, 'Yes you can go out with someone, but you need my permission first, but this is your bully'.

• She is able to convince him. But he wants to see this man in person and see how they treat his daughter.

"If he ever hurts my daughter, don't expect mercy to fall upon him."

ARES

• Man's is in tears.

• Sobbing on the floor, shaking, not able to process the situation. ( Ares.exe has stopped functioning. Please reset.)

• The sheer fact that she is dating is terrifying, but dating her bully? Now that's even worse!

• His sweet baby girl is just leaving his grasp, how can he not be upset!

• It takes a lot to talk about it overall. The thought has him in tears already.

• When she does talk to him about it, he tells her 'she's too young for dating', 'that's the guy who bullied you!'

• Despite this, she says that he's sorry for bullying her, he just didn't know how to express his feelings.

• He just sighs and allows the relationship to exist. But he has Hermes looking out for any trouble from him.

"War will fall upon this man if ever dares to decide to harm her."

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How would you react if your child was going out with their bully?

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#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror loki #snv loki #ror hades #snv hades #ror ares #snv ares #vandal-flower

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sketchy-owl · 1 year

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~RECORD OF RAGNAROK no sense 😌~

Episode 20

Y/N: Zeus listen an advice from a wise person.

Zeus:Since when you're wise?

Y/N:Shush and hear me out.

Zeus:*sighs and listens*

Y/N:women are like glass....fragile...you can break them...

Zeus:That's true. *smirks*

Y/N: ..BUT....if you try to step on them....they will fucking hurt you*evil smirk*

Zeus:*sweatdrops*

Y/N:And that's why I made a few calls. *snaps their fingers* Ladies!

*all Zeus' human lovers + Hera come out*

Zeus:*knows that he's fucked*

Y/N:I believe that is time for your revenge.

Hera:LET'S FUCKING KICK HIS OLD CHEATING ASS!

The girls: YES!

Zeus: Oh would you look at the time! I gotta go!! *gets chained * WTF!?

Y/N: Not so fast old man. You gotta pay for your crimes *smirks and gives Hera a pair of scissors*

BONUS:

~Olympus~

All the gods could hear Zeus' high pitched screams.

Herakles:Nobody is gonna help him...right??

Hermes:Nope. *smiles*

Ares: I care about my life.*clearly scared of his mother*

Poseidon:Not me *reads*

Hades:He has to learn from his mistakes.

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an-idyllic-novelist · 11 months

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Hello my sweet darling!!

I would like to request some teeth rotting fluff please!

Some general relationship HCs for Ares x Mitsuri reader, what are they like as a couple and gifts they would get for each other just because it was a Tuesday and wanted to make the other smile.

Stay happy and safe my friend!

Ask and it shall be done, my dear friend! ☀️

There is no doubt that you two would make a very cute couple in Valhalla. Ares might be the Grecian god of war, but he is quite a softie beneath his harsh exterior, though it would have taken some time to actually muster up the courage to confess how he felt towards you.

In his eyes, you were incredibly gorgeous. The way you carried yourself confidently yet humbly in the halls as a handmaiden of Athena, greeting the gods respectfully with a nod of your head and a bright smile…he was dazzled, and he did not feel that he was worthy of trying to court for your hand nor it was the right time.

He had been separated from Aphrodite for 112 years, five months, three weeks, twelve hours and eight minutes. The goddess of love and pleasure had always been fickle as she had been vain, all flaws that Ares wholeheartedly accepted….until a surprise visit at her temple turned into a massive argument when he saw his beloved in the arms of her ex-boyfriend Adonis, just weeks after they had reconciled after another breakup.

The one who had been able to pull his head out of his ass had been none other than Athena. She might have shared Artemis’ vow of chastity and did not take a lover like her siblings, but the goddess of wisdom was not blind as how you, her handmaiden, looked at him with a lovestruck gaze or blushed fiercely when he greeted you.

You were smitten with him, plain and simple.

Normally, she would not allow romantic relationships to foster amongst her handmaidens as a vow of chastity was required to be accepted into her temple. You were the exception to such a rule because you were not truly a handmaiden. You were a Demon Slayer, tasked with protecting her for a short duration until the situation had been…resolved. Uncle Hades was the one to recommend you, as you were one of the strongest soldiers under his command.

The demon who had attacked the city under her divine protection and slaughtered many mortals was a malevolent being not to be taken lightly. It had the ability to split itself into four individual bodies, each with a special power. A god could certainly try to kill a demon…but their weapon would either be destroyed once it made contact with its extremely durable skin, or they would be its next meal.

Only the sword of a Demon Slayer can kill a demon. The best method was a clean cut across the neck, severing the head as quickly as possible before it regenerated any of its wounds or missing body parts.

You had been very diligent in your task, obeying her commands with such vitality and enthusiasm it almost made Athena envious of such a bright mortal. But seeing you sigh longingly after him is starting to give the goddess of wisdom a headache, which is why she traveled all this way to see him.

Will he accept her feelings and stop clinging to the shred of hope that Aphrodite will come back to him, or remain melancholy for the rest of his immortal life? He is the one who now holds the key to your heart in his hands. To turn it and unlock another path to a fulfilling love…or to return the key to her…that’s up to him.

Athena then left the temple, her flowing robes billowing behind her as a dumbstruck Ares scrambled with words, dumbstruck at what his sister just said.

You…loved him. You were in love with him?

He quickly sought you out and asked if it were true, and his response had been witnessing your face turn just as red as his own face and squeaked a small ‘yes’.

Ares.exe stopped working. Internally, however, he was jumping for joy that maybe, just maybe, you were the one. The one who would love him unconditionally. It took a few minutes to break out of his reverie upon hearing your worried voice call out to him, [Eye Color] orbs glistening with unshed tears.

He immediately reassured you that he was all right…just stunned and happy. When you accepted his hand with the intent of courting, Ares felt love begin to blossom in his heart again.

Uncle Hades, though, made it quite clear that the two of you needed to be discreet. Your duties to protect Valhalla and its people as the Love Hashira came first.

What followed were picnic dates, exploring the markets of Valhalla and even an opportunity to ride a winged horse in the sky when the weather was absolutely perfect.

Gift exchanges happened too, although Ares did overdo it a few times with luxurious bouquets of roses or high-end confectionaires from a well-known bakery. He was over the moon with anything you gave him, whether it was a brand new cape to replace a tattered one that got ruined in his last battle, or bought dinner on a Tuesday night, whenever he wanted to go.

If he felt a bit fired up, he’d invite you to spare with him. He had come close to being beaten not once, but twice. On the third time he was on his back, but it didn’t bother him at all. In fact, he saw it as another opportunity to grow and become stronger. You were more than happy to help him with his flexibility, although it was a bit…painful.

And that was saying a lot from a god with a high pain tolerance.

He never made fun of your strength or strangely-colored hair, finding that such traits suited you perfectly. There was no need to change who you were to make someone else happy.

Ares almost a panic attack when you began crying after he said those words, but you reassured him that these were happy tears, not sad ones.

He’d be a gentleman, always offering to carry heavy objects for you and hold your hand firmly, yet carefully as if he were afraid he’d hurt you accidentally. If someone has tried to make a move on you or acted incredibly rude towards you for whatever reason, whether it was because of your hair, your appetite, your strength… the hapless ingrate better start running.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #an idyllic novelist #ror x reader #snv x reader #record of ragnarok #ror ares #snv ares #ares x reader #mitsuri!reader #request #fem reader

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salmonpoki · 1 month

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Hi! Can I request ares x journalist reader? Fluff please!

If you don't write for ares that's okay too! Have a good day or night!!

Hi anon, don't worry, I write for Ares 😁

The day I met you

Pairing: Ares x Journalist!Reader w/c: ~1.5 k Warnings: none a/n: I think I got a little bit carried while I wrote this, lmao

Meeting a god while you're on your way to interview the winner of round 3 can't be a coincidence, can it?

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The sun was high in the sky, the birds were singing a calming melody and the cool breeze kept moving the branches of the trees just a little. The water, strangely not polluted by the human intervention, fell down in the fountain, spraying occasionally some water drop on the ground. Maybe you were lucky to have lost yourself, the place seemed quiet and perfect to rest.

You sat down in the edge of the fountain, you closed your eyes and you concentrated on the other sensations. The gentle whistle of the wind, the smell of the flowers, the phone cold to the touch... You held it tightly in your hand as someone could stole him in every moment. You were used to it. All you did was wait for any noise that would indicate the presence of someone who could, if possible, help you find your way. The third round of Ragnarok had been finished recently and the humanity's first victory had been declared. And you -as a good journalist you were- wanted to interview the winner. You were sure it would be an unforgettable memory: 'A human beat a god!', you imagined a possible name for that interview. But here you were, sitting in what seemed like a large garden, lost. You sighed. The day wasn't supposed to be like this. As if it were not missing, the fourth round would begin shortly.

Suddendly you felt the sound of steps, evn closer every second passed. You opened your eyes, looking around: you saw a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes, he was wearing a typical ancient warrior clothing, you thought. Was he a Roman? Or maybe a Greek? Could he be Themistocles, great Athenian leader during the Second Persian War? Pheraps you could ask him something!

Now he was close to you and his gaze fell on you. You saw him a bit confused while he was scanning you "What is a human doing here...?"

A human, he said? So maybe this means he was a... god? You seriously confused a god with a human?

"Sorry, I had lost myself and so I decided to wait here, I didn't thought I may be an annoying presence..." you admitted. There was a long moment of silence between you, replaced only by the singing of the birds in the background.

The god sighed. It seemed he was thinking about something, but you obviously didn't know anything. From what you were taught when you were alive, the gods were unpredictable, they could even decide whether to kill a person or not... and if he wants to kill you? How could you know? Another sigh left his lips "Come here, I will help you" he suddendly said "Where did you have to go...?"

"Infirmary, I think..." you mumbled, but he heard you anyway. Kojiro Sasaki was probably there. "You know if Sasaki is there?" You asked too

His face darkened a little before he tilted his head in affirmation "Yes..." he whispered.

"Good" you thanked him for his kindness. Something that you didn't expected from a god, so this was new for you "I wish I'm not late..." you thought to yourself.

"Late for what?" He asked a little curious. It seemed you got his attention. Was this god really interested in you?

"Oh, it's just..." you started, thinking on how to explain him. Or maybe because you were trying to find the words, since you were a little embarassed to talk to someone important as him. "I... I have an interview with him, since he's the first human fighter to win this competition..." you whispered the last part, wishing he didn't hear you. Oh, you were definetely wrong.

"Right, right" his words sounded a little acid. He You were under an arch of columns, brown and shiny, as if they had recently been polished. The sound of the birds had been replaced by that of your footsteps and, as you approached your destination, even muffled voices. You two passed several doors, each one seemed to have its own motif, one caught your attention: a big door with a a branch engraved on it... you didn't know why youvwere attracted by it, but maybe you were curious about what may hide behind... that door was particular. "Ehy" the god took you back to reality. He was several steps ahead, waiting you.

"S-sorry, sir" you muffled, your cheeks were all red by embarassment. "I was curious..."

The god sighed again "Those humans" he said to himself "They give in to even the stupidest desires..." he talked like you couldn't hear him, bit you actually did. Oh right, this is the real nature of a god. Arrogant and self-confident. You two keep walking, not saying anything, just the silence sourrended you. Was this peace? It felt... really good... "So" he said "Why a non fighter would like to meet Sasaki?"

You had taken a deep breath before you answered "Interview" you replied "I am a journalist" you showed him your phone. He mumbled with a «mhm» and you continued to stay silent. In certain moment this silence seemed very confortable, you noticed. You remembered the city's noises of when you were alive; the people were used to speak a lot, talking about rumors; the roar of car engines on a road; a lot of barking dog... instead here there were just the sounds of the nature, or something similar. Peace. You were carried by the landscape on your right and the decorated doors on your left. Flowers, doors, brench, trees, other doors... and you smell the scent of flowers in the air. Was this paradise?

"We're arrived" the man said. You looked up, still a bit hesitant whether to look him directly in the face or not, but in the end you did. His blue eyes watched you apathetically, as if they were waiting for your reaction. You, a common mortal, you had the guts to watch a god into his eyes? Well, that was impressive for some reason.

"Oh" you jumped "Right, right... thanks, sir" you took a slight bow before he talked again.

"Please, do not call me sir, you make me feel old" he complained "At least Ares" he looked away from yours.

"Ok... Ares" you said slowly. So you were actually talking to the Greek god of war? Maybe you were just lucky to meet someone so famous. You looked down "It was a pleasure to meet you..." You opened the door and you entered the room with a slight smile on your face. Before you closed, you had looked out to see him again.

Close doors.

You looked back, seeing the old swordsman sitting on the side of the infirmary bed. "So, here you are"

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Ares walked away from the door at a brisk pace, returning to his steps. When he decided to go in the Valhalla garden he didn't expected to find a mortal there. Oh well, now he was alone and he had the opportunity to go there. All the peace for him... even a god of war wants his peace sometimes, a moment to think about what happened before. Poseidon, one of the strongest gods, lost to a mortal human, a loser... it was just hilarious, wasn't it? How he win, he didn't know. Maybe if he had arrived at the gardens before the journalist he would have had more time to think and wouldn't be so distracted.

He arrived to the fountain again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your face was... strangely innocent. You weren't like the other humans, he felt sure about this.

Why he voted for the destruction of the humanity...?

Then he heard a noise from the near building "Who's there? Show yourself!" He exclaimed. Was another mortal? He saw a familiar figure: dark hair, a pair of red eyes which seemed to have seen many things in their lives, dressed well, and... a red mark on the face "Hermes, what are you doing here?"

The messanger of gods, Hermes, chuckled a little "What am I doing? I am just here to take a break... my eyes are a bit tired to see all this fight..." he said, but at the same time he winked.

"You liar" he accused "Why are you here?"

Hermes shrugged "I was following you..." he admitted "So, who were you talking to?"

Ares seemed to blush a little, like a child who was caught in the act of doing something bad. He thought no one saw him with you! But, well, we're talking about Hermes, and we all know how good is he to follow people without being discovered. "I... ahem..." he was speechless.

The messanger chuckled again "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me"

Ares sighed "Phew, thanks Hermes"

"No problem" he said. There was a moment of silence between the two before he started speaking again "Just promise one thing"

Ares raised an eyebrow in confusion "What?" He asked curious. Hermes looked at him.

"Don't fall in love with a human"

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #ror x reader #ror x you #record of ragnarok x reader #snv x reader #snv ares #ror ares #ares x reader

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asmolfolk · 11 months

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Hi! Could I have some headcanons for Ares with an s/o (gn, so everyone identifies themselves) who likes to touch/play with his hair? This big boy didn't get much screen time without that damn helmet, but I would love to poke that curl of his like a cat at play, hehehe

And if it's not asking too much, what would be the reaction of Zeus, Hermes and Hercules seeing Ares with his s/o in his lap, playing with his curl while they have a normal conversation apart from the fact that s/o looks like a cat, lol

Amo seus posts <3

☁︎Oooh! Welcome back, my sweetest! ^^☁︎Thank you for your request, pretty cute and lovely I may add. It was really fun writing about this lil' dumb guy. ☁︎Hope that you are having a great day! E EU AMO VOCÊ <3333

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༻✦[Fandom]༺ ✩Shuumatsu No Valkyrie ༻✧[Character]༺ ✩Ares ༻✦[Request]༺ ✩Ares x S/o who likes to touch/play with his hair.

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Being fully honest, Ares just loves when you touch or play with his hair. He loves when you just sit on his lap and take off his helmet and then starts running your fingers through his hair.

It didn’t matter where or when, he would always be there, standing still and letting you do so.

For your S/O, there’s no better thing than knowing you are so in love with him that you would do something like that.

For Ares, this feeling is way more than just love… Being this chill with someone, not even having to say anything… It’s just so unbelievable.

For the GOD OF WAR… You taking off his helmet is a way of saying ‘I love you, as a God, as my partner and as yourself…’ It’s a physical way of showing him that he is loveable and that you stayed for HIM.

With that being said, I believe that Ares wouldn’t mind quite a bit. He thinks it’s cute enough.

"S/o? Why did you stop...? Wait- N-No... I-I wasn't wanting for more... Well, MAYBE I was wanting you to continue..." "Okay... I will admit, I like it very much, my warrior... I just... Can't, your hands are so skilled in everything... And yet, they aren't like mine. Your hands are soft, gentle and it carries no harm to me..." "I feel myself wanting more and more of you each time." - Ares wasn't one to deny that he loves being pampered by you... But, sometimes, he feels like he shouldn't show how much this matters to him... He doesn't want you to feel obligated to do this everyday... He wants you to do it because you like it too...

But - don’t get me wrong tho - He isn’t like that when there’s people around. Not that he is embarrassed, it’s more of a respect thing - If there’s other people in the room, he wouldn’t let this happen… But would cuddle a lot with you afterwards, reassuring you that it was because he isn’t too big in PDA.

He is too ‘shy’... Sometimes.

If anyone says that “It’s okay to do that” while they were there this MAN LITERALLY LOOKS AT YOU WITH PUPPY EYES.

Don’t let him waiting-

If you do so, he will worry and ask if everything is okay… While kissing your face- He doesn't care about the people now.

They can watch AND DIE JEALOUS HAHAHAHA

He is such a hopeless romantic.

As always, you were looking directly at your God of War… The goodest boy in all Olympus, Ares. Sitting on his lap while just playing with his hair, you could feel all of his worries being vanished by the mere touch of your finger. In those moments, you realize how in love he is… It’s so sweet. Yet, you always were lost when Ares did that with you too or when he started to kiss your hands… It was just so sweet of him… Unknowing to you, there were three ‘fofoqueiros’ or spies watching your interaction with your partner. Their eyes were focused on the way you treated Ares and how he reacted to every touch. Zeus was in a complete shock! He didn’t expect THIS at all. “Oh- OHHHH- MY SON-” He is cutted by Hermes, suggesting him to be quiet. Hermes was still with a composed and calm facade, even though he was invested in seeing what this could lead into… And poor Heracles was so lost! He covered his own eyes, not wanting to be a third… Or fifth wheel. “…I didn’t expect him to be so in love with this… Person.” Hermes said with a grin, he didn’t see you as nothing less than a… Peasant. “Quite a match.” “…They are so cute! B-But looking is wrong! We should go away!” Heracles said, trying to get out of here without moving, but ended up almost tripping- “Shhh, don’t be the party pooper.” Said Zeus with a big smile. “And be quiet, you two… This old man needs some romantic tea.” Zeus was looking directly at you lovebirds… He was with a sweet yet devilish smile on his face. But inside, he was actually proud of his son - he thinks you are a good catch and he actually doesn't mind this show of affection, he thinks it’s cute and he is actually invested into this relationship. Hermes wasn’t looking at it too much, he was more interested in the reaction of the other 2… He doesn’t actually care about this… [He actually thinks it’s a good fanfiction material that he will write it down later-] Heracles thinks that he shouldn’t even think about prying into your and Ares’s private matters. And they wouldn’t interrupt any one of you- And Heracles would FORCE them to get the fuck out-

#shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv x reader #ror x reader #x reader #headcanon #shuumatsu no walkure #gender neutral reader #gn reader #reader insert #snv ares #ror ares #ares x reader #greek gods

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