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smokesandsonatas · 9 months

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beelzebub as a dad please!

-Hello! I accidentally deleted the other request like this, when I was trying to combine this and the other one. It's a Papa Beelzebub ask too and his daughter would be like Kanao from Demon Slayer. I'm sorry, and I do want to recover the deleted draft but I don't think Tumblr allows that. Sad. I also tried to imagine Beelzebub's daughter. I created the image. Her name is up to interpretation. -

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The first time he had seen the girl, she was staring into nothingness. Her clothes are torn, she's covered in grime, and her bones are peeking through her skin. Blank, big eyes slowly turned to him when Beelzebub walked to her side.

The demon lord raked his eyes to the ravaged town in from of him. Smoke from the house fire is high up in the air. Bodies lay on the floor, and the smell of blood circles the destroyed town.

Oddly enough, Beelzebub felt...pity for the poor girl. And then he said-

"Come with me."

And the little girl did.

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The Lord of the Flies, and the Young Lady of the Flies.

The name itself sounds scary. Sending fear to whoever hears it.

Everyone said his daughter's existence is a supernatural feat in itself. When Beelzebub's love reaches its peak, he would destroy all he loves. Would that mean that Beelzebub does not love his daughter? No, his love for his daughter remains there. It's just Beelzebub has to monitor himself to not go overboard.

Buddha stares at the girl in front of him. Long dark hair covers half of her face. She wears a dress in the color of black. Gothic, it reminds him of the Western people mourning, from one of his travels.

"Definitely got that from Beelzebub," Buddha mumbled to himself. The little girl is an enigma and the only one who has lived, oddly enough, to stay by the demon god's side.

Although unnerved, Buddha smiled, "Hello, I'm Buddha. Little girl, is your dad not here? I need to talk to him about matters involving the underworld."

The little girl just stared at him. Buddha frowned, just how on earth is Beelzebub raising a child?

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"Papa..."

Buddha's eyes doubled their size, goodness did the child just speak?

"...is busy in his office," was all she said.

Buddha let out an "Oh, all right." He smiled at her, baring his fangs, "I'll just wait here, tell your dad he-"

"Daughter there you are."

Beelzebub walks to the little girl, gently touching her hair as he looks at her fondly.

Buddha crunched his eyebrows. From the way they dress, they're similar. Their attitudes were almost similar. He narrowed his eyes, observing their faces.

They even look the same!

Is Beelzebub sure this girl is not his biological child?

"Don't hang out with dangerous gods, you might get yourself hurt."

Buddha raised his eyebrow, ready to retaliate.

"I'm not a dangerous god-"

"Don't hang out with gods like Buddha either. You never know what they will do to you. Always be on guard. If you need help, my daughter, call me."

Before Buddha can even reply to Beelzebub's unwanted opinions, both he and his child are gone. Beelzebub did not even give him a courtesy greeting.

"Huh," Buddha scratched his chin, "why does this feel familiar."

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Beelzebub is working in his lab as his daughter read books. The silence is enough to let him work in comfort.

Besides they've always been like this, basking silently in each other's presence. Ah, Beelzebub must control his love lest he kill the young lady of the flies.

"Papa," the little girl said. "Look," she held up the book, The Adventures of Mr. B! Then pointed to the protagonist smiling triumphantly, "This character looks like Mr. Buddha."

Beelzebub blinked and went to his daughter's side. Hmmm, the character resembles him. It does look like Buddha, the bright, shining, and happy-go-lucky god.

For some reason, the lord of the Flies doesn't like the feeling of uneasiness bubbling through him. He doesn't like how Buddha is being all his happy self around his daughter, doesn't like his presence, and he doesn't like the way the book his daughter is reading is about heroes based on Buddha's image.

Beelzebub frowned.

He needs to throw the book out.

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brokensenseofhumor · 8 months

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I love him but drawing this was pain.

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sleepingprinceoflucis · 2 years

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Ok OM beel is a very cute buff himbo, and his twin Belphegor is a lovely emo cow. But, yall sleeping on Shuumatsu no Valkyrie's Beelzebub, who is BOTH.

Google fanart of him and istg there's downright sinfully hot stuff but i will only post official shig here. But. Y e a. He is fcking- he's dressed as a priest. I. THE SMUT WRITES ITSELF HERE DOESN'T IT LOLL. I dunno.. uhm.. i guess the average jujutsu kaisen fan would probably simp him as well? He has the same vibe. I feel like people would simp him if they knew ab him. Got like. Cult leader vibes, the evil thing. Goin on. Uhm. But. Yeah. Hot emo buff satan priest exists plz love him and share him i want to see people appreciate him rightfully.

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wallgirl · 2 years

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Beelzebub x Fem!Reader x Lilith - Grief

1500 words. SFW. Warnings: Mild violence, mention of murder, death threats.

After the murder of your beloved friend Lilith, you seek out her killer to exact revenge.

"I'm not asking, I am ordering you to tell me." Your voice rose in anger. "Is he in there or not?"

"I cannot let you go in!" The ancient librarian attempted to shield the door. "Please, think about this! That cursed man is dangerous! He killed Lucifer; harming you would be nothing-"

"Enough!" You bellowed. "I'll go and see for myself, then!"

"Please, Miss, don't go in!" The librarian cried, eyes alarmed behind his spectacles. "I'm begging you!"

But it was too late. You forced the door open with a harsh kick, letting it thud back against the wooden wall. "Beelzebub!"

There was nothing but silence. The vaulted main room of the library was strewn about with papers and books everywhere, with only a handful of shrunken candles lighting the tall shelves. The only signs of life were a few iron plates with partially-eaten crusts of bread and apple cores.

"Miss, please..."

You ignored the librarian's beseeching and strode in, lips pursed in silent rage. "I know you're in here, Beelzebub." Your steps slowed as you peered into each doorway, searching for the demon. "Come out now and spare me the trouble of dragging you out."

There was no answer in the still, dusty darkness. It didn't take long for you to check every room in the building except for the basement; the most ancient and forbidden tomes were kept down there. Of course he would be locked away in the underground, studying dark magic. It was so fitting for a depraved monster like him.

Without ceremony, you kicked the basement door open as well. This one was lined with iron and didn't swing open quite as fast, allowing you a moment of bitter anticipation as it drew back to reveal the demon you were hunting sitting at a far table.

Your prey did not look up to acknowledge your presence at all. His eyes continued to scan the page he was engrossed in without pause.

His lack of reaction - his passiveness compared to your overwhelming sorrow - made you snap. "Beelzebub!"

"Leave," he said quietly. "I have no business with you... and, surely, you can have no business with me."

Of course, he would dismiss you. You knew you looked unhinged, and far less dangerous than any of the other creatures of the realm - hair unkempt from your journey, red-rimmed eyes wild with grief, and battered cloak pulled loosely about your thin frame.

Well, he was about to learn a lesson in what grief could drive even a small woman like you to do.

"I beg to differ," you snarled. From underneath your cloak you drew one of a dozen poisoned blades. "I'm here on behalf of Lilith."

That got his attention, just in time for the blade to soar past his head and lodge into one of the many volumes stacked behind him. His eyes met yours, and for the first time, you got a look at the face of your friend's killer. He looked far too young and slight to be any sort of threat, and the delicate skin beneath his eyes was dark and sunken from lack of sleep. He would've evoked pity in you, if you hadn't known he had murdered your beloved Lilith and her friends in cold blood. Perhaps that pitiful appearance was what had helped him to take advantage of their kindness.

"Yes, Lilith. Don't tell me I'm the only one that's showed up to avenge her?" You stalked closer until only the table was preventing you from strangling him. "That's just as well. I knew her best."

Lilith. Her murderer continued to stare at you with that pathetic look on his face; the face of a broken man barely holding up a facade of stoicism.

"You're much more pathetic looking than I thought you'd be, cursed Beelzebub." You laughed coldly. "But that's fine. It'll make it that much easier for me to put you down, like the rabid demon you are." Your hand slipped under your cloak once more. "...I owe Lilith that much." You were close enough to the room's solitary candle for its light to catch a glimmer of welling-up tears in your eyes.

"...And I would grant you your respite..." He said slowly, his words almost measured. Your eyes widened in surprise. "...But the death you offer me is far too clean and painless. Begone." His gaze lowered, and a sharp tremor throughout the chamber threw you off your feet. You fell hard on the ground, struggling to prop yourself upright.

"I don't care if it suits you or not!" You raged, grabbing blindly for one of the many daggers pinned inside your cloak. "You think you deserve to name your punishment?! Lilith herself will decide your eternal torment once you've died and-"

A large, pale hand quickly seized your wrist. "Don't."

Your heart nearly stopped in your chest. His dark-rimmed eyes were level with your own. "Those knives are poisoned. Aren't they?" There was no change in his voice as he admonished you. "You would grab at one so carelessly, and cause Lilith more grief?"

You stared vacantly at him. Cause Lilith more grief...?

Oh... Because I probably would've cut myself on one of those blades. Lilith always did say I acted too blindly and clumsily when I was upset.

You recalled her smile with pain. Lilith, if you knew what I was doing... would this make you sad? Would you have called me foolish, barging in to face your murderer so blindly?

Who am I kidding? Of course you would've. Oh, Lilith, I'm sorry. I've completely lost my way.

"Lilith..." You crumpled with sorrow at the memory, clutching your free hand tight to your chest. "I wasn't even thinking... I hate it... But you're right. This would have only made her sad..."

Beelzebub didn't respond.

"She looked out for me a lot," you found yourself confessing suddenly. "The day we first met, it was like she knew I needed a friend. Someone to watch over me. I didn't have any family, and she became like a big sister to me. She was a sister to me." You drew a deep, rattling breath. "And now you took her away, and I have no one. The light she shared is gone. No one can replace her. It's all your fault!"

Your accusation hung heavy in the air until an unexpected whisper pierced it.

"Lucifer," Beelzebub whispered hoarsely.

"What?" You thought you'd misheard him. "Lucifer?"

"She reminded me of him... They were so alike."

The anger in your veins reignited. "Lucifer? Lilith's friend? You mean, the other angel you killed?"

He fell silent again.

Your hands were shaking again with blind rage. You had to leave, or else risk doing something Lilith wouldn't have wanted. You hated him for having known her well enough to throw that bit of truth in your face. "...You know, in the last letters she wrote me, she mentioned you all the time. She would have followed you anywhere... And yet, you killed her. And now you have the audacity to act remorseful..." Your trembling fingers fiddled with the handle of a knife beneath your cloak. "Remorseful, like you wish you hadn't done it. Like you didn't make the decision to kill her."

He remained still in the candlelight, blood-shot eyes staring at you too close. Like the unreadable gaze of an insect. "...You want me dead, rightfully, like countless others," he whispered. "I know it's what I deserve. And what I deserve is a death far more painful and bleak than you can give me. So wait for a little longer. And then, I promise... Death will come to avenge Lilith."

You stared at him in shock. The black void of his eyes held secrets and regrets you weren’t privy to. The weight of his words lingered heavily in the air between the two of you. "...I don't understand what happened that night. I... I hope I never understand the mind of a monster like you. But..." You stared down at your tear-stained skirt. "All right. I won't cause her more grief. I'll let fate deal with you instead - as long as you can keep that promise."

He finally released your wrist, and you slowly got to your feet, legs aching from your fall, before pulling a handful of crumpled papers from your bag. There was a moment of hesitation before you threw them half-heartedly in his direction, letting them flutter to the ground. "These are the letters she wrote me. The parts that she mentioned you in, at least. I thought I'd read them to you before I killed you, but maybe it'd be better for you to ruminate over them yourself." Your lower lip quivered.

Beelzebub's gaze shifted only momentarily to the ink-smeared papers; fast enough that you might've missed it if you hadn't been staring at him so intently. "I'll be waiting for that painful, messy death to come your way, then, Beelzebub."

You rushed out of the room before the tears overwhelmed you once more.

Beelzebub walked slowly to the scattered letters. He knelt down and traced one finger over Lilith's handwriting with a delicate, guilty touch. Love, Lilith.

"We'll wait together," he whispered.

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Author’s note: Ah, the intricacies of shared grief when one of the two is actually the murderer but not exactly.

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kisara-snv · 1 year

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“Lord of Flies”

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coffeecubes · 11 months

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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)

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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goddess of peace.

request: can you do any record of ragnarok’s gods character with a female reader who is like zhongli from genshin impact?

# tags: headcanon; strangers to lovers or current relationships or marriage relationships; light romance; a bit of fluff; goddess!reader; calm!reader; sfw

includes: female reader ft. hades, poseidon, heracles, loki & beelzebub {ror}

author’s note: yaaaay first ror request!! gimme more

— HADES

↘ You impressed many gods with your ever calm expression and voice that soothed everyone to sleep or healed mental wounds. No matter what you said, your gentle, almost shy smile and willingness to help made everyone on Olympus and during important meetings agree with you, although you often asked them to oppose your ideas in case of objections.

↘ Many deities gossip about your marriage to Hades – Lord of Death and King of the Underworld. Hades was the man feared by the entire Greek Pantheon, a class of his own and a god who had lived in solitude for thousands of years, his only friend for eternity being himself. So how did a beautiful, gentle, nature-loving woman like you fall in love with him and decide to live in Helheim? You were, after all, the Goddess of Calligraphy, The protector of Artists.

↘ The answer is very simple though. Hades is a secretive romantic and though the flowers you got from him were always withered, they were always the most beautiful gift you could receive because you knew his feelings were sincere. So, although you often missed the view of the sky, the warmth of the sun, running deer or the view of lakes and fields stretching from Mount Olympus, life with Hades was really wonderful, and he was a gallant gentleman bravely leading you by the hand.

↘ Your aura full of peace and nostalgia for the world of the living gave the underworld colors and warmth.

— POSEIDON

↘ Your close friend was Zeus, who one day organized a grand banquet for an unknown occasion. As his good friend, the Goddess of Science and Philosophy, you sat right next to him at a huge, round table on which meat dishes, all fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as sweets and wine barrels were arranged. Right next to your left sat the King of the Seas and at the same time the older brother of your best friend. Poseidon never got to know you, though of course he heard your name more than once when he spoke to his brothers and the other gods of Olympus.

↘ You were the definition of calm and prudence; your sparkling eyes studied each guest attentively, and you listened to each story with the greatest concentration. From time to time you answered questions from other, more important gods, thanking for each compliment, remark or approval. The fair-haired man didn’t say much that evening, but for the first time in ages he stayed at the table until the end of the meeting and sometimes, without a word, offering you another glass of alcohol or fresh fruit (in his mind, throughout the party, he wrote the dishes you tasted and the sweets that made the biggest smile on your face).

↘ Poseidon was delighted with you, though he couldn’t admit it. Of course he would never do that, especially among other Greek deities. This would create gossip and unnecessary attention to him. He also didn’t want you to feel embarrassed by unpleasant questions or comments.

↘ At the end of a meeting that seemed to last for years, everyone slowly returning to their realms. You also thanked for the meal and amazing company, saying ‘Goodbye’ to Zeus and the others. Poseidon followed you wordlessly. Before the handsome god submerged into the cold water, in gratitude for the nice time he gave you one of the seashells he once found at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. Its shell was white and sparkled like a diamond. Before you could thank him though, Poseidon disappeared into the sea foam and you blushed hardly.

↘ In the world of the gods, giving another person a gift related to the profession of a patron was equivalent to a confession of feelings or a proposal.

— HERACLES

↘ Heracles from the first time he saw you (more than two thousand years ago) knew that you would be his and would do anything to protect your beautiful soul and precious smile. You were the Queen of the Forest and Meadows, so your nature was calm, patient and also timid. Heracles, on the other hand, as a hero and a man for whom respect for a woman was in the first place, of course, wanted to show you how much you mean to him and how precious flower you are.

↘ His behavior and feelings were very visible. He was like a teenager in love with a huge smile and a fast heartbeat whenever he received words of gratitude from you or small compliments about his strength, agility and acts of heroism towards animals or people.

↘ He is literally delighted and acts like a five-year-old after receiving a candy when you agree to go on a date with him. He probably stays awake for the next week, not eating, and begs Aphrodite and Apollo on his knees to help him with his hair and clothes. He is more than stressed when he thinking about your meeting, but he does not forget for a microsecond a bouquet of your favorite flowers, which he gives you with a shy smile, telling you how beautiful you look that day.

↘ When you thank him for them and take his strong, slightly rough from fighting hand, he almost faints, but don’t worry. It will definitely be the best date in the history of the Greek Pantheon.

— LOKI

↘ You are his opposite. No one among the Norse gods (and in general all deities that exist) understands your relationship and sincerely sympathizes with you, because Loki is the biggest rascal and jester. However, you don’t think you need sympathy or sad looks; on the contrary – next to him you feel really safe and good. This boy is very considerate of you and really appreciates that someone like the Norse Goddess of Poetry took an interest in him and gave him her fragile heart.

↘ Of course, he’s still a bit mischievous towards you, but his pranks never make you angry or sad. It’s more like jokes about Loki turning into an animal or running away from your kisses, flying high so you can’t reach him.

↘ God of Mischief is like a faithful dog when it comes to you. He always stays close to you, always takes a seat to your left, always looks at your interlocutor with bored eyes, and always tries to get your attention with loud laughter, singing and questions. He is a little attention hoe.

↘ Loki, alone with you, is a little poetry expert who brags to you how many books he has read and what new achievements he has made. He is concerned when he sees your sadness – then he tries hard to cheer you up with silly faces and at the same time puts on a mask of seriousness when he sees that you need a longer and serious conversation. Of course, then he will fly away again and pretend to be a mosquito, but as soon as he comes back to you, he will give you a million kisses. After all, you have exactly eternity for your love.

— BEELZEBUB

↘ He was horrified when he realized you were more than just a friend to him. He decided to distance himself, but you quickly knocked that idea out of his head, proposing a conversation. Of course, your calm voice and small smile immediately soothed the God of Darkness and made him believe that he would be happy with you.

↘ Being the Goddess of Light and Life was completely at odds with who you married after many years. You were like a beautiful tulip and he was a dried chrysanthemum. Extremely different, but perfectly complementary in terms of your characters and feelings. Your calm nature always soothed Beelzebub’s racing thoughts and his sad eyes, which still seemed not to understand why you gave your precious heart to the one possessed by Satan.

↘ However, you were happy with him and although his hand was always cold and his face was pale and often without a smile, you thought that he was the man you wanted to live with until the end of the world and one more day.

↘ Beelzebub had to admit it – he was damn in love with you and your beautiful aura was what honestly illuminated his previously bleak life. From the moment he met you, the man wanted to live and develop again. With such a queen by his side, nothing could destroy him.

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viviennevermillion · 5 months

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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.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #ror #snv #buddha x reader #beelzebub x reader #hades x reader #nikola tesla x reader #ror buddha #ror beelzebub #ror hades #ror nikola tesla #snv buddha #snv x reader #ror x reader #snv loki #snv hades #snv nikola tesla

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luxthestrange · 6 months

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RoR Incorrect quotes#152 Take me to church!~

Y/n*Seeing Beelzebub in a Priest get up*...Priest kink is definitely a thing and I am afflicted by it.

Jesus: Go to church

Jesus: WAIT—

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bones4thecats · 4 months

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Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.2) ~ RoR/SnV x Child! Reader

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Beelzebub, Apollo, & Child! Reader Name: Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.2) Original Poll Results: Here Other Parts: (PT.1)

A/N: Because of how long the poll result was, I decided to make this into two different parts! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day/night!

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🪰 He saw Tesla as weak and pathetic, but even he had to admit, the way he held himself in battle with his wits was quite impressive for a human, but he did not wish to show any kind of compassion towards the human, he still lost

🪰 And when he heard the sound of a child crying and hugging a piece of metal, he turned around and saw a young child wearing the same pair of goggles that the human he had just defeat wore

🪰 Beelzebub tilted his head as you cried while your father kneeled and hugged you as he crumbled away into nothing, and what he said to you reminded him of Lilith…

“ I will always be with you, in life and death… I love you, my little ray of hope… “

🪰 The God of Darkness could hear your cries of pain and depression, and it made his heart hurt so much, but he couldn’t tell why… why did he feel… bad for you?

🪰 You looked over your shoulder at him and flinched as he took steps towards you, but the Watchman of the Apocalypse could sense how he was about to kill you, so he stood in front of you and held you on his shoulder while beckoning the oldest Valkyrie to grab you from the field

🪰 He would watch you sit by the feet of the Valkyrie, looking up at the Gods once and while whenever they landed a hit on your human fighter, but the one God you looked at the most of Beelzebub, if he was even there

🪰 Beelzebub eventually heard a knock on his door and saw the eleventh Valkyrie sister, Hlökk, staring at him before saying how you wished to speak to him

🪰 He tilted his head in confusion while looking down at you, you shared the same shimmer in your eyes that your father had, and it surprised him that you wanted to talk to him, you saw how he killed your father, why didn’t you hate him?

🪰 When he spoke to you about your father with the oldest Valkyrie and the Buddha in the next room, he watched how you admired his work, and even corrected a few things, that was when he knew…

🪰 He didn’t want to leave you alone in this world without any family, so, he offered the Human’s the ultimate choice

“ Brunhilde, I would like to propose a deal. I will take care of the young Tesla child and teach them everything their father would’ve while alive. I swear to keep them protected from anything dangerous. “

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☀️ He had to admit, your father was quite the fighter, he was an honorable man, and when he turned around to hear the cheers from his nymphs, what he didn’t expect was the quiet words of Leonidas, the King of Sparta, speaking

☀️ Apollo turned around and saw a young child standing in front of the man, holding a spear, one that was made for their small form, and seeing the King just smile and hug the child before speaking his final goodbyes and bursting into the shards of his life, it just made the God look at the child with sadness

☀️ The God of the Sun looked at you with apparent regret in his eyes, he never knew that the battle-driven man he fought had a child, nonetheless one that couldn’t even had been a full-grown teenager

☀️ You smiled as your father gave you one last kiss on the head and loving grin, and seeing you hug the man’s shattered leg made Apollo look at you with pity, and when the Valkyrie and human faded away to the sky, he walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder, alerting you the man who killed your father was there

☀️ His eyebrows furrowed and he sat down on his knees to stare into your eyes, smiling as you touched his face, trying to wipe away any blood from the wound

☀️ Despite him killing your father right in front of you, you still showed care for him, and when he asked you why you were trying to fix his appearance up, you answered with a polite;

“ My father told me it was a fair fight. And in fair fights, you need to treat the winner not like garbage, but like a treasure. You won fair and square, and while I feel sad of losing my father, I will not hold a grudge against you, God of the Sun. “

☀️ Apollo smiled and patted your head before standing and lifting you up into his arms to carry you back to the Gods’ infirmary, and once you came into the hallway of the arena, you looked at him and kept trying to whip the blood on his face away, claiming it would ruin his reputation if it stayed there and stained

☀️ While he healed, you stayed by his side, trying to make him tell you more stories of the battles he watched your father participate in, and because of how much time you two spent together, Apollo couldn’t help but start seeing you as his own

☀️ One day, he eventually asked a question that would make your life whole again;

“ Y/N, child of Leonidas and heir of Sparta, you are unlike any other child I’ve ever seen in my life. I would be greatly honored if you would do me the pleasure of becoming my child. I understand I will not fully replace your father, and I am alright with that, but you being alone is something I cannot stand. So, what do you say, youngling? “

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palesublimeduck · 5 months

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🥀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

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perplexedhare · 1 year

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#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok meme #record of ragnarok shitpost #jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper #ror tesla #ror shiva #ror adam #qin shi huang #ror loki #ror sasaki kojiro #sakata kintoki #zerofuku #beelzebub #raiden tameemon

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kanroji-san · 5 months

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Beelzebub: You can slap me, choke me, bite me, or do every indecent thing you have in mind.

Y/n: ...

Y/n: You think I'm THAT creative?

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telvess · 5 months

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RoR: How they sleep with their s/o (headcanons) 🔞

Jack

Jack likes when you’re strapped to his arm at night. He has a habit of reading a bit of Shakespeare before bed, so being close enough to him that he can smell your shampoo is actually one of his favourite moments of the day.

When the reading time is over, Jack prefers to lie face to face with you and hold hands. Of course, he doesn't mind any other position where he can observe you.

Yeah, Jack is a little creepy because he likes to watch you sleep. He admires your beauty and hearing your calm breathing makes him happy because he never expected to have someone who felt so safe around him.

Since he's the last one to fall asleep, you'll probably wake up first. Jack doesn't mind if you wake him up with kisses.

Poseidon

Poseidon allows you hug him. Feel grateful. He ONLY does it because you’re such a crybaby and he is tired of your big teary eyes you constantly make. He thinks that hugging is useless and doesn’t provide anything, but just for your sake he can get through this…

STFU, POSEIDON. You love cuddling.

He holds you in a tight hug, with his hand on your back and your head on his chest. He likes to feel your warm breath on his skin, but - once again - he would never admit it.

Poseidon has a cold body, so you can use it as an additional reason to cuddle.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub will go to bed the moment he hears you taking a shower before sleep. He doesn’t care if he has something to do. He doesn’t want to miss the opportunity for a cuddle.

Beelzebub is a small spoon. You hold him from behind with your arm around his waist and your forehead resting against his back - he just feels wanted and that feeling kills him.

That being said, he would never ask you for a cuddle, but if you don’t initiate, he gives you that inpatient look over a shoulder. Don’t act dumb.

Beelzebub likes to listens your calm breathing. For him it's the best lullaby. Knowing that someone shares something as trivial as sleeping in the same bed with him is amazing to him.

Thor

He is a living radiator, so you probably don’t need a blanket.

Thor isn’t into cuddling, but isn’t against it either. Definitely wouldn’t say no to you. The important thing to mention is that Thor thinks cuddling is a good introduction to sex.

He prefers to lie on his back and have you on his chest. Considering how big Thor is, you'll feel so small when his arms wrap around you. He likes to touch your thighs and buttocks and kiss your forehead, so if you decide to return the favour and caress his face or muscular chest… you definitely won't fall asleep quickly.

Buddha

That guy is such a mess.

He will elbow and knee you in his sleep. I don’t think rolling him over would give you any good result. He is a heavy sleeper, so he'll probably return to his previous position in a moment.

Maybe he'll calm down a bit if you kick him. But please, play dumb when he wakes up in the morning and ask you where he got that bruise.

Apart from the disadvantages of sleeping with him, Buddha is really cute when it comes to cuddling. He treats you like his personal pillow, wrapping his legs and arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

You have to feed him in that position.

Loki

Sleeping with Loki is like sleeping with dozen cats.

Once you announce you’re tired and close your eyes, Loki’s intrusive thoughts will win. He will blow in your face and when you shout at him he will pretend to sleep.

Go on, roll over. How naive of you… Loki will start pinching your ass. Or steal a blanket just for himself. Or tickle you. Anything to keep you awake.

Yes, at this point you know that shouting at him only encourages him. You have to tire him out. And at this time of day, there's only one thing you can do to achieve it. Have fun.

Hades

How comfortable his muscular arms are around you…

Hades just gives these big protection vibes, so there’s no way he wouldn’t be a big spoon. He wants to hold you close, bury his nose in your hair and gives you few kisses here and there.

He can't sleep alone anymore since you two shared a bed together. Your company makes huge difference to him. He likes talk to you before sleep, whispers sweet things in your ear or tells you stories.

It happens that our king talks in his sleep. Of course, in the morning he denies everything because he knows he doesn't do it.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror x reader #snv x reader #ror hades #ror jack the ripper x reader #ror thor #ror loki #ror buddha #ror beelzebub #ror poseidon #udj #🔞#🔞.nsfw

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nameless-flame · 6 months

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RoR gods reactions to you calling Poseidon a 💅Drama Queen💅

RoR and fem!Reader crack below the cut

Seated along the round table, various prominent figures of each pantheon waited, some more patiently than others, for the mortal standing before them to reveal what she had summoned them for.

[Name] cleared her throat, putting an end to the idle chatter that had previously filled the walls of the old-fashioned conference room. "I have called you to this meeting to discuss a matter of utmost importance."

Shiva rolled his neck, allowing his eyes to freely wander between the faces of the gods – all deemed to be high figures in their respective pantheon – some even belonging to the same one. And yet, there was one man missing.

Leaning his chair back, the God of Destruction balanced himself with two hands holding onto the edge of the table, whilst his remaining two rested behind his head. "Where's that sea deity?"

Shooting a glare in Shiva’s direction, [Name] resumed talking. “If you had not so rudely interrupted me you would have known why.”

The blue man merely rolled his eyes. He had long before grown used to her more… unmannerly way of addressing them. Her disrespectful attitude had at first irked him, and many other deities, but eventually whatever ill feelings they initially harboured toward her soon evolved into intrigue, and later friendship. Some even more than that.

Seeing how the god had not argued back, the human continued. "As for why Sea Boy isn’t here with us today, I didn’t invite him.”

Hades’ brows flickered and he paused his chess match with Zeus. “I presume this meeting concerns my brother?”

[Name] gave the God of the Underworld a curt nod. “I’ll just get straight to the point so to not further waste our time. Can we all come to common agreement that Poseidon is the biggest drama queen in history?"

Hades didn’t know what was more worrisome; her odd exclaim, or the fact that no one had so much as reacted to it. Have things like this truly become the norm?

Most eyes darted to Apollo, and then lingered there, before returning to her, obviously questioning her statement. However, [Name] did not yield under their distrustful stares but continued speaking without any less conviction. "Yes, sure. Some might argue that the twink has some dramatic traits as well."

Apollo craned his neck in her direction, no longer staring in the reflection of his hand mirror. "Why are we listening to her, again?"

“Because they’d rather be here than at one more of your lame parties.” Apollo furrowed his brows, but ultimately decided to just massage the tense muscles of his temples, not desiring to start a fruitless dispute with her.

“But we are not here to talk about Apollo, but Poseidon – the biggest drama queen I have ever encountered in my entire life.”

Beelzebub sighed, tapping his foot impatiently against the marble floor. He just wanted to return to his research. “How did you even come to such an irrational conclusion?”

Standing tall, [Name] placed her hands on her hips. “Irrational? Do you guys truly not see it?” Blank stares were shot in her direction, only Heracles and Ares had the decency to shake their heads.

“Well then, allow me to provide you with an example; If a fly were to land on that drama queen’s shoulder, he would not hesitate to drown all their villages, slaughter their children, and then feed their corpses to the nearest animal.”

Loki snickered, obviously finding some amusement in what he deemed to be an exaggerated story. [Name] ignored him and continued. “And then, to truly top it off, after exterminating an entire species he would just act as normal, as if his reaction was more than justifiable.”

“She does have a point,” the serene voice of Aphrodite spoke. “Poseidon’s reactions do tend to be quite… overbearing at times.”

Rosaline dragged a hand through her hair in hope that the motion would soothe her racing mind. “And I know this to be true because that fly is a metaphor for us humans. I literally bumped into him just the other day, and this bitch-”

A warning glare from Hades.

“This very fine gentleman acted like I gave him the bubonic plague.” Loki and Shiva broke into a fit of laughter. The Hindu god even toppled off his chair, but that didn’t seem to encourage him from continuously laughing his ass off.

[Name] rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, continue howling all day long you buffoons, but I think I singlehandedly made him wish for a second Ragnarok.” This only made the duo double over, trying to choose between drying their tears or holding their stomachs. It was a good day for Shiva to have four arms.

Hermes, however, coaxed his brows. “Do you mean to tell us that you came in contact with Lord Poseidon without invoking his wrath?”

[Name] cocked her head to the side. “Didn’t I just tell you that he looked like he wanted to pierce me into a shish kebab?”

Hades moved his king one square forward on the chessboard, the slight click when the piece hit the wood gaining her attention. “That is not what he meant, my dear. If our brother is truly angry, he will not hesitate to kill whoever is around him. The fact that you are still alive indicates that he had no desire of ending your life.”

Odin nodded from the seat beside his son, who was staring out of the window, wishing for this conversation to come to an end.

"This!” [Name]’s sudden outburst caught the attention of everyone in the room, including the socially withdrawn God of Thunder. “This is what I mean when I call him dramatic! You have just grown used to his actions. Look, I don't mind his exaggerated reactions, but he needs a bit of variation.”

[Name] began pacing around the room, her back straight and chin held high, while holding a stick in her hand. Where did she even get that?

“Someone breathes the same air as me? Dead.” Everyone’s eyes widened.

She was imitating Poseidon.

“Someone accidentally steps on my foot? Dead. Someone has the audacity to look me straight in the eye? Dead.” She stopped and heaved a heavy sigh, “Like, come on. Try something new for once, please."

Zeus stroked his long beard. "Wait, let me get this straight. You mean to tell us that your problem with Poseidon is not his behaviour, but that it has grown old?"

[Name] slammed her hands against the table, making the glasses along the wine bottles on it shake with the sudden force. “Yes!”

“This meeting is over.” Hades declared, already walking away. It did not take long for the other deities to follow him, Loki and Shiva needing to crawl out from all their excessive laughing.

“Fine, go! But don’t come crying to me when you guys realize I was right!”

“We won’t,” cooed Zeus.

…

“Hades?”

“Yes, Zeus?”

The King of the Gods blinked, not believing his eyes. “Why is Poseidon drowning that entire meadow?”

Before the two deities stood their brother, sending wave after wave into a beautiful landscape of green hills and the most gorgeous of flowers.

Hades sighed, running a hand through his white hair. “To kill the flies.”

Zeus turned his head to his brother, already dreading his next answer. “Why?”

The King of the Underworld gulped, cursing that mortal for how correct she had been. “Because a fly had landed on his shoulder.”

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yandere!beezlebub with makima!reader!headcanons

Warnings: manga spoilers for both Record of Ragnarok and Part One in Chainsaw Man, obsessive behavior, violence, and blood.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

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Hey guys, hope you are all having a lovely spooky month so far! :) I will admit that this fic here is probably one of the most challenging ones I've written because Makima....well, she is the embodiment of a necessary evil and does what she wants, when she wants. She cannot be contained unless it is to her advantage. And I honestly think she would definitely shake things up in Ragnarok...especially when not many people realize who she truly is until it is too late.

Shout out to @nunezs-stuff for their feedback and help on this fic!

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let us see what surprises await :)

You were annoyed with your current situation.

You had lost and died in a fight by the hands of someone who wasn’t Chainsaw Man, someone who hadn’t even been worthy to be the devil’s vessel. You did give Denji some credit for using his mind instead of charging towards his opponent.

No…he wasn’t the one you had fought in the cemetery that day. It had been Pochita, and he had heard every single insult meant to finally break what was left of Denji’s damaged psyche. You had dared to speak like that towards the only person you acknowledged as your equal, and you were punished for it.

Denji consumed your flesh, not as Chainsaw Man as you had always hoped if you ever lost against the legendary fiend. The humiliating memory was still fresh in your mind, but that isn’t why you were annoyed. No, you’ve come to accept that you were outwitted by a mangy dog whose scent you didn’t even bother to familiarize. Rather, it is because you were chained and collared as you had done to Denji, but it is not to a human.

A Valkyrie named Brunhilde was the one who held your leash, and she wanted you to save humanity from being destroyed by the gods by participating as a fighter in the Raganrok tournament.

You weren’t given a choice, because you would either follow her orders, including the commands of her sisters, or you would die. Kill anyone besides your target, you would die. Try to bend anyone, human, demigod, or god to your command? You would die.

Quite a conundrum, even when you still have control over your mind and body and Brunhilde says to just be grateful she’s been merciful.

You sighed. Suppose the only good thing in this predicament is that you can have coffee and do as you please without going against your contract with Brunhilde. If you weren’t wandering around Valhalla, you were either holed up in your quarters reading books or put to work to take care of some business on behalf of the Valkyries.

It wasn’t actually there, but you could feel the collar around your neck loosen and tighten at random intervals. The only way to nullify your contract with the Valkyries is to create a new one with someone else who isn’t a mortal, but even then Brunhilde would know as soon as she lost the leash.

So how can you get away from this tiresome role as a Valkyrie’s right-hand woman without getting caught?

Just when this thought passed through your mind, you felt the collar tugging towards the door from your cozy chair. Ah…it must be time. Marking your place between the pages with a laminated bookmark, you stood up and quickly changed into the suit you had worn from your days as a Public Safety officer. Time to get to work. Perhaps if everything goes well…Brunhilde will allow you to take a peek at the human world and see how your idol is faring. Chainsaw Man must be lonely without you around to praise and shower him with affection, the poor thing.

After witnessing Hades’ death by hands of Qin Shi Huang, the Philistine deity decided that it was time to end this foolish tournament in the next round. Whoever he would be fighting next will not be granted a swift, painless death…that would be too boring even for his standards. Yet when he stepped into the coliseum with the Staff of Apomyius, he froze upon seeing a woman standing idly in the middle, dressed in a suit and tie with [Hair Color] tresses pulled back in a braid. If he hadn’t seen those rings swirling in [Eye Color] orbs, he would have scoffed at the human for being too arrogant…except he now knew this wasn’t a mortal.

His opponent was none other than one of the Four Horsemen in Helheim, a harbinger that fed on mortals’ fear of control ever since Attlia the Hun’s campaign to dominate the world. The Conquest Devil. But why was she fighting the humans whom she wanted to destroy to fulfill a silly fantasy with the Chainsaw Devil? Well, no matter. He’ll just simply incapacitate her long enough to make everyone believe she had died in the fight and take her back to his laboratory as his newest lab rat.

Or so that had been the plan.

The amplified vibrations created from the Staff of Apomyuis to strengthen Palmyra would easily destroy a human’s body even if they were equipped with a Volundr, he had underestimated the Conquest Devil’s regeneration speed because within the moment he saw her body burst into bloodied, tiny pieces, they simply reassembled….and then there was a loud scream from the human’s side, followed by more horrified wailing.

She blinked at him, tilting her head with that condescending smile. “Is it my turn?” She asked coyly.

He scoffed, raising his weapon and to strike again when she suddenly blitzed towards him, pulling her dominant arm back for a strike when he activated Sorath Samekh. The backlash made the appendage fly off, and then it quickly reattached to her body. The dance repeated itself: he attacked, she regenerated. She attacked, he blocked it, and he countered it with another offensive technique that should have killed her….except no matter how many times he should have killed her, someone on the human’s side of the arena either died or screamed in agony as they lost an arm or a leg.

And the more that this fight dragged on, the Lord of the Flies felt his morbid curiosity growing more and more out of control. He wanted her. He wanted the Conquest Devil at his side, but not just as another toy to play with until he got bored. He wanted to know why she was here, how she died, what were her weaknesses and what is the root behind her obsession with the Chainsaw Devil.

Eventually, Zeus had decided to call their fight as a draw that would serve as a tiebreaker. He wasn’t pleased with this outcome, and neither was the Conquest Devil. Beezlebub could see her wanting to finish this fight, covered from head to toe in her blood and wearing a golden collar around her neck with a chain that extended from the arena to the private box on humanity’s side. Brunhilde. There was no one else how would be there, watching this show with a smile and possessing enough power to make the Conquest Devil bend to her will.

Unless….the Valkyrie had no idea the true nature of [First Name]?

He had to resist the urge to chase after her, forcing himself to retreat and take care of the wounds he had sustained from the fight. If it was true that Brunhilde did not know that her right-hand woman was one of the Four Horsemen…this unfortunate outcome to round eight might be a blessing in disguise after all.

He smiled in self-depreciation. Blessing, hm? Nothing ever good comes from those who are around me….but if there is someone who could kill me without having any remorse or becoming attached to the Priest of Gluttony…it is her. He thought, his mind drifting back to the memory of those mesmerizing, empty eyes.

Bonus Content

Brunhilde was furious with the outcome of round nine. Yes, she had allowed [First Name] to fight at half of her full capacity as per the terms of their contract and it was better to take a tie than another loss.

But how in the ever-living fuck did all the secret collaborators of the gods’ campaign to destroy mankind just happened to be in the humanity’s audience? Did [First Name] arrange all of this to happen to take down two birds with one stone? No. That wasn’t impossible. Even if these bastards had betrayed their own species, there’s no way that [First Name] would personally invite them. Not when Brunhilde limited her ‘free time’ in Valhalla, and received hourly reports on her every move.

[First Name] had a damned good sense of smell, but it was her photographic memory, and how she used it today was even worse. Once she had a face and a name memorized, all she had to do was think or say it, then poof. Any physical damage done to her body was transferred to the person whose name left her mouth. It’s why she is still standing without a single scratch on her body.

And seeing random humans getting picked off in the middle of a fight no doubt piqued the old geezer’s interest. That’s probably why he called the fight to end in a draw instead of letting it continue, thus avoiding a panic to occur.

Brunhilde chewed on her thumbnail. Shitshitshitshit! Why do things never go according to plan?!

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