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[Sorry if this is a little inaccurate? I have no idea when i wrote this this was so long ago. Pretty sure this was after i saw the panel where Thor smiles when humanity wins for the first time]

-The God of Thunder who’s slowly warming up to humanity and CANNOT admit it to anyone and himself.

-After his fight with Lu Bü, he had his whole change-of-heart moment and everything, yes.

-But generational pride stops him from ever getting too close.

-And lets bsfr, even if he was brave enough to be close to someone, he wouldn’t exactly be used to it. A life of being the strongest didn’t exactly help with development of a social life.

-But I feel that if he’d fall, he’d most likely start out with small acts of service, then move on to gifts and quality time.

-It started after his match, when he was walking to the infirmary.

-He noticed you…trailing him. Little mortal weirdo.

-But you slowly entered the room after him and asked if you could see Mjölnir.

-He raised an eyebrow, but slowly tilted its handle towards you to give you a better view.

-You slowly reached out to touch it. Thor watched you closely.

-Your hands traced the markings on it and you asked questions in a soft, steady voice. Purposeful.

-He liked that.

-Before you left, he stopped you and asked your name (insanely surprising, I know)

-He told himself it was for safety purposes yk. Like in case you were doing shady shit, became his enemy and he’d have to off you.

-It wouldnt be hard at all, you mortal.

-In reality, you stole metal from the gods’ side of Asgard and welded your own weapons from them.

-For the Valkyries, you were a lifesaver. Now they didnt have to put theirs on the line for the sake of humankind anymore. You were more than happy to help, of course.

-Back when you were alive, you were amazingly known for incorporating technology into all your works, making your weapons effective and efficient. They were treated like the gold of the Aztecs down on Earth.

-But one day, while you gathered pieces of old weapons from the gods’ version of a junkyard, Thor caught you. It was a pile of his broken, rejected things.

-You apologised quickly to him, and explained yourself the best you could in the presence of the God of Thunder.

-He stopped you. Ramblings of a mortal were always pathetic to him.

-The firm look on his face told you he wouldn’t tell on you. But he needed something in return.

-He broke another weapon. And he needed an extra pair of hands to help him mend.

-Naturally, you agreed. Now you welded weapons for the God of Thunder and humankind’s heroes.

[Pre-Relationship]

-Thor and you grew…close??? Could that even describe the fact that you were a speck of dust that he kept around?

-He still ignored you for the most part, unless it was completely necessary to talk to you.

-But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice things about you.

-Like your little quirks, your hobbies, your skills.

-It was all so foreign to him. So human.

-It wasn’t decided yet whether that was a good thing or not.

-Like the fact that you still look at him like how you looked at the sun. Like it would burn your eyes. But to be fair, he was much taller than you and practically oozed a gold-like aura.

-All your small flaws always reminded him of what you are. Human. He, like the other ethereal beings didnt have the best relationship with your kind. I mean, Ragnarok happened for a reason.

-Humans are greedy, selfish little evolved apes. A known fact among the immortals.

-Yet you made him question that ideology.

-He noticed how small, simple things would make you happy. Like food, books, art.

-There was a certain…spark in the way you looked like you enjoyed what you did that made him question truly whether all the gods were doing was right.

-Occasionally, he would wonder. Wonder how you could be so joyful and enthusiastic about things from your old life.

-A life is so short. How could you have been content with everything you achieved when you clearly didn’t achieve all your goals? How does one even manage to get attached to something that seemed like the equivalence of a year for his kind?

-On an evening where he felt a little adventurous, he asked you so. You smiled and replied easily, “Why would I dwell on the things I dont have when there is so much I already hold?”

-That made him even more confused. Does that mean you were settling for less? Did you not have an ounce of determination?? Or does that mean that your goals would just change? If so, were they really goals or just mere fantasies?? Then, what exactly did you strive for? *What do humans strive for?*

-Despite that, he knew he would eventually understand. You were just…a complicated creature.

-He had to admit, there was a certain creativity you incorporated into his weapons that he hadn’t seen in his other welders.

-The patterns felt artistic, opening him up to new emotions when he did talk to his weapons (which was a lot)

-You were expressive. After all, he had seen your works a few times.

-He had stared at a painting of the sunrise across the ocean, a storm on the horizon for the longest time.

-You stepped in, and explained to him what it was. A piece that represented the unpredictability of life. Yet, the contentment that laid within.

-He looked down at you. You smiled back. “…I strive for different things in my life. And every one left me on another path. But I never came back empty handed.”

-Thor stared at you for the longest time after that. He never looked at you nor your paintings the same again.

-Whatever the hell was going on with his mind seriously fucked with his normalcy.

-He couldnt go an hour without subtly brushing past you or staring at you while you worked (in a not-so-subtle way)

-Eventually, he cornered you somewhere. “…What do humans think love is?”

-You were taken aback, but assumed things were going on in his life that he wouldn’t EVER talk about in detail.

-Then moments later, he blurted out: “Hm. I was right. I am…in love with you.” (words sputtered out firmly but with like an hour’s pause between each one).

-You smiled and returned his feelings, followed by his nonchalant hum in response.

-But his heart was beating in his throat when you held his hand.

[Dating<333]

-He wouldnt know love if it smacked him in the face with his own hammer.

-He is indifferent to all affection, but slowly begins accepting it

-The gods and goddesses aren’t exactly known to have amazing marriages//love stories.

-Because they are his only example, love has never been something they worked towards. Something they felt.

-It wasnt anything they regarded as special or beautiful. Just something that kind of happened

-Even most marriages he knew were marriages of convenience.

-So loving you is a struggle. But a struggle he was willing to go through.

-He leaves you alone a lot. You thought (at first) that it was because he didnt want to get affectionate.

-After much courage, you asked him why he was still so distant.

-“…I hear…that humans get..overwhelmed by new changes. Scaring you is not my intention.”

-Safe to say that after that, you began willingly spending more time with him.

-He also watched Ragnarok matches with you, and explains what techniques are being used by the gods while you tell him each humans’ backstory (hope your world history is good)

-If you havent guessed, yes, his love language is quality time.

-There is something about letting someone into his personal bubble and not feeling weird about it that touches his heart.

-He does not do acts of service (hes a lil warrior prince who will most certainly kill for you though)

-Physical touches takes him a while to get used to. Eventually, he’ll be alright, but never make the first move (unless…yk).

-Sometimes, he watches you weld his weapons, just to see the process of your creative flow (its new to him) and also give you pointers and criticism.

-He does love cuddle time. Really.

-You’re super warm but he’s too big for your bed so his place it is.

-Before you know it, you’ve moved most of your treasured things in and is already thinking about the future.

-“Half-gods were certainly not unheard of”, was one of Thor’s late night thoughts after sparring.

-His first sign that this was getting serious. He was thinking about kids with you now. (He panicked and his brain kind of spiralled when he thought of marriage with you. Especially a big one, inviting all the other gods and stuff. His reputation as a warrior would literally die)

[For reasons that are obvious, you are a female champion from the modern era in every one of these scenarios. And lets pretend they all live, especially Adam]

-The most bl00dthirsty, vi0lent hero of Mankind.

-The man who trudged in on his horse at his temporary room during the happenings of Ragnarok.

-His army prepared in the hall underneath him as he went to prepare himself with a small warm up (bench pressing to a point where any normal human would’ve passed out)

-Unfortunately for you, you stumbled upon his room.

-If you were any normal human, he would’ve crushed you like a bug for startling him.

-But you weren’t; dodging his attack as easily as you breathed.

-You flashed him a smile and politely apologised for barging in.

-He huffed and looked you up and down. Then ignored you as he went on practicing.

-He would start to notice you everywhere. Hard not to, honestly.

-Your greatest strength would be your flexibility. And you constantly practiced it. Especially in dangerous places.

-Once, you nearly fell off a stone wall as Lü Bu watched. But he didnt move to help.

-He was right on that part. You hoisted yourself up again easily.

-You smiled at him and challenged him to a practice fight.

-You've been doing your research. You knew he was the perfect opponent to practice with.

-The closest thing to any of those gods.

-He bared his teeth, a sign of acceptance of your little spar.

-He brought one of his spears, while you brought your own weapon of choice.

-He attacked first. Naturally. You dodged it. -

-This went on and on for a while. A long time actually.

-It had been around ten hours of trying to catch you and having you slip out of his reach.

-Before long, he drew first blo od. Or so he thought; when he looked down and saw a large cut.

-You smiled, panting gently as you wiped the smeared blo od off your cheek. “Gotcha.”

-He paused, a satisfied “Hmph” leaving his tired form.

-You bowed as he did. You had certainly earned a small bit of respect from him for lasting this long, beating a lot of the personal records of others.

-He never expected much from a small-figured lady. You reminded him of a hare. A smart, strong little hare.

-But he quickly kept those thoughts to himself.

[Pre-Relationship + After Ragnarok]

-You’d grown close to him before his actual match.

-Moments spent with him consists of training. LOTS of INSANE training, that would tear apart muscles of normal people.

-But you stuck it out, allowing him to correct your form and trying to keep up with his crazy tormentful training.

-To be completely honest, he was and never has been pleased when someone tried to catch up to him, thinking it was easy.

-But you obviously struggled; yet adamant about staying with him.

-He found it insanely endearing. You kept up surprisingly well too.

-Maybe he did have a thing for stubborn women??

-Eventually, you took a break when he didn’t need to.

-But you’d bring the glass to his lips and force him to drink anyway. He begrudgingly agreed.

-Before Lü Bu’s match, you came to his room. -He was initially annoyed with you for disrupting his pre-match routine, but immediately eased up.

-You approached him and wrapped a little bracelet around his wrist. Your bracelet, saying it was for luck.

-He grumbled that he didnt need luck.

-Yeah, he was seen wearing it during his match with Thor anyway.

-He didnt look up once, but he knew you were there. Watching.

-After winning, he didnt meet his soldier’s eyes, his supporters. No. Instead, he bothered himself to look up into the stands and met your eyes immediately.

-He gave you a small, silent nod, as you nodded back.

-He was horribly injured though. Nearly every bone broken. You entered his room hesitantly.

-He didnt want you to see him like that. But you had to eventually. Besides, he wasn’t ashamed of his battle s cars. Why should he be now?

-But you told him how happy you were that he had won. And that he was alive. In that specific order, to make him satisfied.

-He smiled proudly, showing you the bracelet he still had on; like a child showing his love a flower he found in a forest.

-You only chuckled and placed your hand in his.

-That’s when he really knew he wanted to become something more than just a ‘challenging buddy’ towards you.

-He had no one to turn to on how to woo people. So give the guy a break if he brings you a few dead animals at your doorstep as gifts.

-He’s barbaric. That has been well established. He is brutal and tough. And hunting animals, especially big ones, is the best training.

-And he figured you would appreciate them too. Maybe even be impressed by his hunting skills.

-In return, you’d constantly invite him over for dinner when you cooked the things he brought you.

-Which meant his strategy worked! So, win-win?

-He showed up more often at your place, in a more random fashion.

-He’d sharpen his bla de in your background, and listen to music you’d play (loudly) in your kitchen.

-He liked it. He didnt know what any of the words meant, but he liked the sounds.

-He confessed after a good month. Yeah, big, brutal men arent really good with patience.

-He did it real subtle. He brought you to the top of his favourite mountain to practice on, placed you on the ground and sparred with you.

-At the end of it all, he told you he wanted to court you.

-A perfect show of mutual respect and love, with a hint of saying that ‘you are as important to me as my life’s work.’

[Dating<333]

-Congratulations!! You have tamed the wild, beastly hero of the Three Kingdoms and he is now yours.

-Lü Bu is extremely strict with himself, as a general should be. Hence, he was always in a routine. But now he had to settle with a new one that included you.

-Now, he didnt just show up at your home. He basically lived there now.

-You had no idea when it happened. You were definitely not informed. He just used his spear to carve out a place for himself in your life.

-You’d find his armour cleaned and placed neatly in one of your empty drawers or his clothes hanging beside yours.

-Yes, he was still washing clothes in the river near his own home, just placing them with you.

-Once, he had come back from one of his intensive training sessions and noticed that his clothes from the day before smelled…flowery.

-He asked you about it and you introduced him to your washing machine.

-He stated that it was a lazy way of doing things, to which you told him to at least use detergent.

-He agreed. It smelled like you, anyway.

-You’d introduce him to all your modern routines as well. You had to after you accidentally startled him in the middle of the night with the TV.

-He peeked in and watched the colourful lights with you, until you invited him in.

-He almost broke the damn couch. So you both sat on cushions on the floor.

-Lü Bu didnt like watching TV as much as he liked listening to your music though. (Brain rot is real)

-And he told you that truthfully. So when he was with you, you would turn off the TV to listen to soft music with him instead.

-His love language is acts of service and quality time.

-Lü Bu also made dinner. Sometimes. He felt it was only fair.

-He’d sit outside for a good thirty minutes trying to start the fire.

-His big ahh hands kept breaking the twigs. Stupid, weak twigs.

-You’d get fed up and toss a match in the pile he had. He was embarrassed, but thanked you as you reassured him it was okay.

-You’d bring a blanket with you and sit outside with him, head on his large shoulder as you pointed out constellations.

-He’s the type to feed you too. See? He provides💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

-He does the smallest things for you too. Like placing something out of the way when you walk to make sure you dont trip.

-Instead of helping you do things, he’s the type to make sure nothing disturbs or distracts you from what you’re doing.

-Like shielding you from the sun while you’re gardening.

-He also starts calling you his ‘little hare’. You dont know about that though. He keeps that to himself too.

[Meeting Him]

--The vigilante we all know and love. We also know that a relationship with him would include a lot of his silence, lack of vulnerability and problems in communication and opening up in general.

-BUT it would also include TONS of romantic and considerate words of affirmation and small actions too.

-An example of this would be when you met him at the Valhalla Arena, before his fight.

-He had bumped into you (on purpose), just for fun. Doesnt matter if you were a regular person or another champion, he was surprised when you apologised.

-One of the reasons why people never passed by that hall was because his room was there. So perhaps you just didnt know who he was? No, that cant be.

-We ALL know that this man needs one big ahh apology for everything he went through, and Im pretty sure your small apology already caught his attention enough as is.

-If you were just a regular person, he would’ve looked for you in the crowds as his match was starting, and when it ended. If you were a champion, then he’d find out who you were and loiter around outside your room.

-It was just Jack being Jack. And you figured it was curiosity too.

-He would go up to you at some point, with the most polite hand-kiss and introduce himself.

-“Charmed,” you’d reply, with a playful smile. He didnt expect you to play along with it. It amused him.

-You had noticed how injured he really was and offered to talk in his room instead. He couldn’t be standing up, not with the insane number of bandages he had.

-So you sat by his bed while he laid in it as the both of you talked.

-For reasons that work, you are from the modern era. I assume its not just greatest names in history, it’s the greatest names in humankind. And you happen to be one of them.

-Unfortunately, due to the canon line-up, you’ll be the only lady :((( I do feel that way its more symbolic and fits the fact that you’re from the modern era Jack never knows.

-Within a few more conversations, he was HOOKED. You were interesting, funny, kind. I mean, of course. You weren’t the type to be mean.

-But Jack thought it was the fact that you didnt know who he was or what he did.

-He doesn’t know how immortalised his name is. So at the end of your conversation, he hesitantly brings it up.

-It was the first time he’d ever had to explain himself. And the first time he was hesitant to do it.

-You were sweet. You weren’t a monster, like him. So it was only fair you knew.

-You laughed gently and took his hand, telling hom you knew full well who he was. You’d have been living under a rock for your whole life if you didn’t.

-He was taken aback. If you knew, how were you so calm about it?

-But you just smiled. You had your reasons. Your intuition.

-Jack didnt question that.

[Pre-Relationship + After Ragnarok]

-So you and Jack decided to watch the games together after that, from the comfort of his room, through the large TV displayed.

-Naturally, you would talk about other things as well. You loved English literature. That’s insane, so does he!

-And if you dont, that’s okay! You get to hear this sweet man babble on and on about all his favourite works.

-Its his way of letting go, really. His way of showing you how comfortable he was.

-You’d also analyse the games together. Which he liked.

-During your own round, he worried himself to near death. But he forced himself to believe in you.

-After all, to worry meant that he didnt trust in you, your soul nor your capabilities.

-And that was certainly not true.

-You were good to him. And he adored you like you were a piece of him. A pure, bright soul.

-He would take care of you. For as long as he could.

-After Ragnarok, the world kept spinning. Everything went on as it usually would. Lives were saved.

-You and Jack were inseparable in the afterlife. And you had a lot to show each other.

-I assume his gentleman-cave would consist of a shit ton of literature classics, with its very own classification system.

-To which you were more than happy to help him maintain after you read a whole shelf-full.

-With his commentary, of course.

-I know for a fact Jack has a neat row of clothes from his time that you playfully like to put on.

-He loves seeing you in them.

-You’d sit down at his coffee table and play one of your mobile games. And he’d definitely watch. -You’d have to explain Call of Duty to him and at the end of it, he’d say, “So…your goal is to kill soldiers? Whose goals are also to kill you? And whomever gains the most kills wins? Hm. Could I try?”

-He’d end up really liking it, obviously. He’d come up with super creative strategies too.

-I do think that Jack has a cupboard of welded weapons somewhere. There is NO WAY this man aint good with his hands (in terms of crafting his own pocket knives)

-Other than that, yall watch a lot of horror movies. He would marvel at them, noting how well the storylines were written, the cinematography of it. The colour.

--Speaking of colour, he loved looking at yours. It wasn’t quite as bright or pure as Hercules’ and his mother’s was. Yours was…almots like rays of sunlight with hints of blue and pink, like a beautiful sunrise, captured perfectly in gold. And it never changed.

-That’s when he knew he loved you.

-He told you so after literally months of pining and making sure you felt the same.

-He was afraid that you weren’t what you seemed. As everyone had deceived him, he expected you to do the same.

-You never did. So eventually, he decided to just go for it.

-And whatdya know? You loved him too. He fell over, dramatically clutching his chest as you laughed and caught him.

-He gave you a smile and touched your cheek, his gloves tucked under his other arm. You pressed a kiss to his forehead. And that was that.

[DATING<3333]

--There is a vast difference between dating him and getting to know him. Two very different phases.

-Now, Jack wasn’t afraid to show his affections physically or emotionally.

-Whenever you went somewhere, your little lamb would surely follow.

-He would wrap his arms around your waist while you cooked, and if that wasn’t distracting enough, he’d whisper about how well you were doing.

-It got to a point that you’d only cook when he wasnt around (which unfortunately was rarely).

-I know what you’re thinking, ‘Ohhhh this is just a honeymoon phase. He’ll ease up!’

-WRONG.

-This is a man STARVED of love and affection. And even moreso, respect.

-All of which you happily gave him.

-He was wrapped around your finger. And constantly reminded you of it.

-His love language is obviously acts of service and words of affirmation, with a touch of physical love.

-Mention something to him once and watch it magically appear in front of you within the span of a business hour (sometimes less, he’s really good with his grappling hook. Like a gentlemanly, murderous Spiderman without a bright mask nor the suit).

-And of course, when it comes to the living situation, you had completely moved in.

-Why? Oh, you see, you’ve been staying over for at least three days at a time. And he’d been taking things from your home and putting them in his.

-Dont worry. That’s his way of helping you along.

-It gave the illusion of how empty your home was, making it more unwelcoming for you while his own home had everything you needed!

-‘Why would you want to go home? This IS your home now,’ ahh behaviour.

-He does chores around the house. A lot.

-Imagine Jack all disheveled from a night out, humming softly as he vacuumed the living room floor.

-Yes, he’d happily get used to all the modern devices you provided him and remarked about how efficient everything was now.

-He’d thank you with the sweetest kiss every time you did this.

-At the end of the day, you’d lay in bed with him, his arms around you.

-He’d bury his face in your neck and breathe you in. His favourite thing to do.

-He’d come up for air occasionally, to whisper about how much he loves you.

-Things were perfect.

-But then again, there was always a creeping feeling in his stomach that this was all a cruel trick. One huge joke. Or maybe you were a figment of his imagination?

-Then again, apparitions couldn’t make tea as well as you could.

[Okay, so I guess this is my first post! I’ve had these ideas swimming in my head for a long time. I tried my best to make it as accurate as possible to Ego and how he functions, so I hope yall Ego freaks enjoy this❤️❤️]

[Meeting Him]

-I dont know how original this idea is but here we go

-You were one of his sponsors, a sort of neutral power sent to watch over whatever Ego was supposed to be doing at Blue Lock.

-You were sort of a neutral power, not on Anri’s side nor agreeing with the rest of the sponsors/parents with how useless the program was.

-Obviously, Ego came off as extremely rude, cold and blunt with a side of nonchalance; as he always was.

-But you didn’t give a shit because as long as this dude did great things with your money.

-You knew he would when he talked about soccer.

-He talked about it like it was God’s gift to mankind. It was the only thing he cared about. To say he loved it would be an understatement.

-After all, his ego in itself embodied soccer.

-Over the course of two weeks, you watched over whatever he was doing, as you were requested to do.

-Anri was more than happy to have you (to not suffer alone with Ego)

-Ego kept up his regular, annoying personality.

-If you didnt quit after the first week, he would tolerate you and even begin interacting with you (at a minimum).

-But you had done your research (unlike the other sponsors) and actually knew soccer extensively. Especially Ego’s background.

-This intrigued him and perhaps even impressed him with how much you bothered to know. He could appreciate a fellow analyst.

[Falling In Love]

-You learned his favourite things, able to provide most of them the same way Anri does (in the sense of food and comfortability)

-She was honestly just happy to have some help dealing with him

-When you managed to get the hang of them and cater to his many picky needs, he was mildly impressed by your quick learning.

-Of course, you matched his freak as well. You were as sarcastic as he was, you teased him endlessly and you called him names.

-You didnt hurt him, it was more him being amused by it. And that meant a lot, he was rarely ever amused by things unrelated to soccer.

-Not to mention you both had similar interests. That is, in studying people.

-Occasionally, you would introduce him to the world of psychological horror, which he absolutely adored you for.

-I mean, regular psychological stress in movies were fun, but horror was the cherry on top of his chaotic ice cream that he never knew he needed.

-So you started these little movie marathons during the weekends.

-Before he knew it, he would think about you in his free time. You would come in short bursts and with feelings he never thought he was capable of.

-He put you second to soccer. Yes, you were more important than food, which said a lot.

-If you haven’t guessed it yet, his love language is words of affirmation (barely, since they were more criticising rather than affirming) and surprisingly, quality time (because being with you was as if he was already alone because of how unlike you were to other human beings)

-He will attempt to psychically tell you how he feels by dropping short hints here and there, which dragged out the confession.

-Eventually, you just deduced that he liked you. And you were right on the money. You both always were.

[DATING!!!]

-He finds more time for you. You wanna hang out? Phsshhh, as if he was doing anything important! He was just showering for the first time in two days

-Oh, you wanna sleep over at his place for a while? Let him help you pack. You must be tired.

-In response to you doing everything for him as he asked you too, he surprisingly started to reciprocate that energy as well.

-Like I said, he really likes you.

-He also attempts to cater to your needs romantically too.

-He ordered flowers (he didnt know your favourites so he got bouquet and gouged your reaction), making two bowls of ramen instead of one and getting a second comforter for when you come over (he’s a blanket hogger)

-Also lets you do whatever you want to him (while he ignores you because for some reason, you always wanna get touchy when he’s watching the Blk tapes and not paying attention to you. I wonder why.)

- Hates physical touch at first, since no one ever gave him any. LOVES it after he gets used to it.

-Does not do PDA. Because he doesnt go out in public.

-Often puts you behind soccer. Which you understand.

-Remember when I said you were a sponsor? Yeah, you rich, bbg. But naturally, he dgaf. He treats you like any other person (like shit). But it only partially changed once you started dating him.

-He does not apologize first. EVER. Not does he feel guilty.

-But eventually he would attempt to make you feel better by initiating physical contact.

-You always have to be first to be vulnerable before he reciprocates it.

-Even then, it’s still rare moments.

-Ego takes a long, LONG time to say ‘I love you’.

I’ll be writing fanfics/oneshots/headcanons about characters from:

Blue Lock

Haikyu!

Record of Ragnarok (ROR)

MHA

Saiki K (??)

Other Random animes i can find/yall recommend