#ror fluff

though no deity is brave enough to ever say as much to your husband’s face — after all, as the king of helheim even the faintest awareness of his reputation is enough to leave any god humbled to silence — but when you were wed it caused quite the stir. after all, your openly snippy and confident attitude seemed to be in complete contrast to hades’ more calm and traditionally regal demeanour, so few could even understand how it was the two of you fell for one another

some, like his youngest brother zeus, found the stark differences between how you each presented yourselves to be more on the amusing side — such as whenever you snapped back at a servant or another god during a meeting while your dear husband continued to observe in silence

others assumed your union was in some way arranged — an idea that was swiftly put to rest the first time they saw hades come to your defence, be that in your presence (such as when he skilfully shut down the person you were bickering with and made them apologise to you before scurrying off like a terrified rodent), or in your absence (like when he immediately corrected his nephew when ares made a slightly disparaging comment about how sassy you were during an earlier argument — his words few but carrying enough of a warning within them that none ever heard the war god speak poorly of you again in the centuries following that event)

and others still just assumed hades knew you better than they did and didn’t pay your marriage any thought beyond that

which is, of course, completely correct — and the exact reason why hades is so quick to jump to your defence with others, even quicker, at times, than when he’s speaking about or on behalf of his younger siblings

he’s aware of your outward persona, keenly so in fact, and he’s aware of how others perceive you because of that — catty, bitchy, sassy, sarcastic, detached, mocking, condescending — but he’s also aware of how hard you try not to come across that way, the work you put in to try and be kinder, to be the person you are when you’re alone, and of how much it upsets and frustrates you that you can never seem to get it right

that your mocking and condescending comments are intended as compliments and genuine advice, just that you can never quite seem to crack the right tone of voice and facial expression to make them land as you intend them to

that your sass and sarcasm are just how your humour can come across to those who don’t know you as well as he does, and that you’re only ever trying to make people laugh or smile not make them upset

that your supposed detachment and superiority complex are just your resting expression whenever you’re bored or lost or completely zoned out, that you don’t mean to ignore people and that it just happens sometimes, that you’re not this malicious tyrant some would happily paint you out to be

but hades can’t force people to see the truth, can’t force them to see you as the woman he fell in love with — funny, light, sweet, beautiful, with a smile that could brighten all of helheim and a laugh he’d slay countless beasts just to hear one last time — and can’t make them understand the intentions behind your blunders. all he can do, for now, is correct the misconceptions as he hears them, come to your defence when you need him, and comfort you whenever you’re left feeling lost or upset or misunderstood or isolated

The man could be aware of the emotional nature of every being who stood before him, an ability which had brought him both sorrow and entertainment; however, his understanding of his own feelings was complicated.

A man raised on the cold streets of an impoverished London, bathed in the blood of others from a very young age. A human being burdened by the yoke of pain that a life he never asked for forced him to endure. His own emotions had never truly mattered to him, always pushed into the background in favor of a cold, idle rationality that bordered on sociopathy. A combination of factors resulted in a basic ignorance of such specific elements as the acceleration of his heartbeat, the slight blushing of his cheeks, or the feeling of butterflies fluttering in his stomach. All physical sensations that did nothing more than express what he both feared and longed for.

His eyelids opened the instant the realization hit him like a bullet straight to the heart. —How have you done it? –A question slipped from his lips, a quiet yearning to find meaning in something as achingly human as love. —How can someone so fragile subdue a monster...? –Despite his doubts, his inherent fear of being loved, Jack didn't see himself capable of taking a step back, of abandoning the closeness that had blossomed between them with the beauty of a rose of the most vibrant red.

—I may have created a thousand works, —his voice continued to flow with the cadence of a mighty stream, —but none compare to the work that is your existence.

With a tilt of his head, the space between them finally vanished in the blink of an eye. The brush of their lips seemed to make your hearts leap with joy within the personal prison of your chests. —My fair lady, –he whispered between fleeting kisses, revealing what had taken him so long to understand, —you are not only my muse. –He pulled back enough to allow the divine meeting of your eyes. —You are the reason art exists, because you are the only creation I allow myself to admire so much, from afar as from near.

Heracles has been observing his partner's weird behavior for the past few days... Jack likes to cling to him more than usual. He gags at the smell of tea, and he likes to eat apple pie with kavourmas on top. That's... one weird fusion of their two cultures. Days pass by, and Jack's belly is getting... bigger? As if there's life growing inside of him. Both Jack and Heracles are stunned, since both of them believe only women can get pregnant. One day, they decide to visit Priapus, as he is associated with male fertility in the Greek Pantheon. To their surprise, Priapus is also... Stunned, he suggests the couple go visit Dionysus, but he's busy partying at that moment, so they decide to visit the Hindu Pantheon to consult with Parvati about this problem. She wasn't as surprised as Priapus was because... She has seen the same case with Emperor Qin Shi Huang. She said this case will be considered normal until all gods and goddesses of fertility find a conclusion to this case.

One night... They're tucked in bed together. Heracles' arms protectively wrap around Jack's torso, giving Jack and their unborn child the warmth and comfort he wants. Heracles wonders in awe, Do all men in Jack's era wear a cone hat and a nightgown to sleep? On the other hand, Jack feels warm... He has somewhere and someone to call home. Romance never really crossed his mind when he was alive. But once it does in the afterlife, he's married to the man, the myth, the legend Hercules, the man who loves him dearly. Although how dark and unjust his past is in Heracles's eyes... he still gives him a second chance. Jack's usual clothing doesn't fit him, and he doesn't want to be seen walking around in his nightgown. So, Heracles suggests wearing the clothes from his time, simple rectangular fabric pinned together. Heracles would stay by his side since the baby could be born any day now, and he feels proud since Jack is wearing a part of his own culture. Their routine consists of morning strolls, Jack admiring Heracles while we train, having meals together, sometimes taking evening strolls, and snuggling with each other in bed.

A couple of months before the due date, they calmed down with their physical routines, mainly staying in the comfort of their home. Heracles offered to take on most of the household chores, insisting on helping although Jack refused multiple times. He would often question Jack about his cravings and the strange fusion of cuisines. Sometimes, Heracles would lie beside his sleeping husband all day long until the afternoon, silently admiring Jack’s growing belly and feeling a deep sense of wonder and pride. Their days blended together until it was the due date.

Heracles remained by Jack's side throughout his labor, offering reassuring words and gentle touches to comfort him as the midwives helped in the process. After what felt like an eternity, Jack finally gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. He couldn't believe his eyes, he brought two new tiny lives into the world, although he had taken many in his past life. Two tiny babies lay crying in his arms, filling him with a mixture of awe and wonder. Heracles pampers him with kisses, saying that 'he did it'. And they decided to name their girl Leonora, and the boy Melios.

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Leonora = Lion

Melios = Melon (ancient greek) = apple

Gonna write abt Brunhilde pegging Siegfried. Maybe Leonidas fucking the hell out of Apollo who knows?/jk (pls tag me if u write this)

Gonna sleep now, thanks for reading <3

you jumped at his voice. he hadn’t even opened his eyes so you figured he was still soundly asleep.

“don’t scare me like that,” you breathed out, feeling your heart pick up its pace a bit now. removing your hand from his face you pushed back a little. “i thought you were sleeping.”

“mmm, sorry.” buddha smiled and opened his eyes just enough to take in your face. “you can keep touchin’ me, i don’t mind.”

“when did you wake up?” you ignored his teasing even though it widened your smile as well.

“not sure.” he couldn’t remember exactly, but he knew it was before you woke up. his hand that had been resting on your hip moved up, running up and down your upper arm slowly. “you’re cold.”

“mhm.” you leaned back into him pressing your lips against his softly, only staying for a second you pulled away before he could respond.

“heyy.” he pouted, bottom lip pushing out in a dramatic fashion only he could pull off. “that was rude. don’t tease me with a fake kiss.”

“i’ll give you a real kiss if we can go back inside?” you offered, hoping he’d catch what your were trying to say. the sun had almost fully set now, there was barely any light coming over the horizon and it was starting to get even colder. you hadn’t dressed very warm.

“m’comfy here.” buddha yawned loudly, moving his arm to tuck you in close to him. “i can warm you up if you want.”

“or we could go inside?” you countered, pushing your hands against his chest trying to get out of his hold that was only growing tighter. “it’ll be much warmer in your room.”

“hmmm.” he opened looked up at you through heavily lidded eyes, you knew he was starting to fall asleep again.

“fine, you stay here and i’ll go sleep in your bed.” you sighed, still trying to get out of his arms.

“nooo, i’ll go with you.” he mumbled, pulling you back down against his chest fully. “gimme five more minutes here.”

“deal.” you gave in, knowing that he wasn’t going to budge. “only five minutes, then your room, okay?”

“‘kay.” that was all he answered, shutting his eyes once more.

“can we bring a blanket out here next time?” you rested your head against him, tucking it neatly under his chin. you could feel his breathing slowing and you weren’t sure if he’d heard you.

“m’not warm enough for you?” he teased though he was starting to feel the chill himself now.

“nope, sorry. i might have to find another god that is hotter.” you teased back and immediately you felt his body grow warmer.

“that is not happening.” buddha sounded serious now, but you could still hear an amused undertone in his voice.

“no it’s not.” you mirrored his words, pushing up to press your lips against his once more. this time you stayed, waiting for him to respond to the soft kiss.

you could taste the lingering flavor of blueberry on his lips, and you didn’t have to tease him this time, he lazily kissed you back in such a way that was special to him. it still never failed to twist your stomach into butterflies and pick up your heartbeat just enough for you to feel it in your chest.

“i thought you were gonna to wait until we went in.” he mused, his warm breath drifting on your lips once you finally pulled away.

“i changed my mind.” you closed the gap between your lips and kissed him again, your tongue parting his lips slightly to dance with his. you treasured the small moan you coaxed from him, but only for a moment before you pulled away abruptly, using his distraction as a chance to slip out of his hold.

“oh you’re mean.” buddha stared up at you, pouting once more, he couldn’t believe you’d tricked him like that.

you only smiled innocently down at him, knowing that was enough to make him decide to get up. he slowly accepted the hand you offered to him, smiling when you immediately laced your hands together.

“c’mon, i’m freezing.”

“yeah, yeah.” buddha shook his head at you before being your hand up to press a small kiss to the back of it. “let’s go warm you up.”

The sun rose from the side of the window, shining through the white silk curtains with gold furnishings. Tickling your skin, the sun welcomed you in genuine warmth through the covers of silk window covers, you stirred and stirred again, not wanting to get up from the surfaces of your now shared bed, a heavy pair of arms wrapped around your hips and pulled you close to a well-toned embrace, you sighed at the new comfort snuggling closer to his chest. Thor kissed the top of your head. Your eyes slowly rise, blurry vision at first sight before clearing and seeing your husband. His smile was the gentlest of all. " Mornin', Beloved," he said, tracing his fingers up and down your back, his hammer stood next to the bed in case someone tries to do something unexpected, *cough* Loki. You hummed welcomingly, " Morning, to you as well, Bethrothed." You stood up from your bed and lay on his chest. Hearing the heartbeat, mighty and strong. A new sound of voices listened close by. The sound of small coos and whimpers. You stared at the small crib just a few feet away from your shared bed.

Thor watched as you got up from your comfort zone. Sighing in slight annoyance as your baby boy continued to whimper and make small noises. You reached into his crib and picked him up, the baby now stretching his arms and rubbing his face. Morning scrunch. His eyes revealed a beautiful blue hue, and his skin matched that of a tan silk. He smiled and cooed as he took his thumb in his mouth, sucking as saliva fell onto the thumb. You smiled in awe at just how cute your little baby boy was. You sensed your husband staring behind you, admiring the small interactions between you and his son. And to think he had doubts about being a father and whether or not he would take a risk. When he heard from one of his servants that his deity, his wife will bear his kin, he stood there with shocked eyes. He felt his throat dry up a little, and his heart was racing but he showed no emotion. He just walked away, faster than usual he searched for you. Til he found you in the garden sitting underneath the water fountain. Your face reflected your worried look. You really hope he won't tell you to get rid of it.

He slowly walked in your direction, sat down under the water fountain, he saw his own reflection in the clear waters. Staring intently before turning to you with eyes very rare to him. " Do you think... I'll be a good father?" He asked, you looked at him with perplexed eyes. It's rare for him to ask such personal questions, even regarding family matters. Thor has always been a quiet person so there are times when he keeps things to himself. You stare with gentle eyes and understanding. You placed your hand on top of his and hold it tight. " Yes, I do believe you'll be a good father. You're already an amazing husband and partner, and I've never been happier than to spend an eternity with you by my side and I by yours." Thor's heart swelled in his chest. He felt inspired, in love, and wanted you more now than ever.

Within a month's time, your son was born bearing his red hair but your baby's blue eyes. He'll one day have his father's might and his mother's beauty and compassion. You sat next to him on the bed with your son in your arm. " Thor, will you like to hold your son?" You asked. Giving the child inches away towards him. Thor stiffened a little, adjusting his posture as he sat up, his back on the pillow. He reached his hands out to you, and you gave him the child, the baby shifted a little losing the embrace of his mother. Thor brought the baby boy to his gaze, both having a staring contest and with curiosity. The baby boy reached out tiny arms to him wanting to touch his face, wanting to know about his father. Thor got him closer to his face. The baby boy grabbed a handful of his face and examined his features, the other grabbed fistful of his red hair and yanking it. You couldn't help but laugh at his motives. The interaction between father and son. Thor sat there and allow it to happen, " Hello my son. This your father speaking to you." He said, drawing your son's attention from the red hair to his eyes, he giggled and garbled. " I may not know how to be a father, but I am learning." He continued. Thor brought the little boy to his chest. " But I do know this much, I'll teach you how to fight, be strong against your enemies," He turned to look at you as you laid on his shoulder.

" And your mother will teach you compassion, and good fortune. She'll show you how to love, how to feel emotion, and maybe teach you how to talk to flowers which she keeps only to herself." He finished off with a small joke. You playfully smacked his chest. " And I'll your father how to make better jokes when the time is right," You added comically. The baby boy laughed, drawing the attention of both of you. His first laugh. And it's just like yours.

" I love you, y/n. You're the greatest thing that ever happened to me." Thor said with a loving gaze. His face was soft. " You replied back with a smile, " I love you too, Thor, now I do believe it's time that he meets his grandfather right?"

" I suppose it is time."

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He's a God. He has existed for thousands of years, witnessed so many events in human history, seen and met so many people. And yet, he has never fallen for anyone. No one has piqued his interest... until you came along. Who would have thought that Hermes would fall for a human? For such a weak and fragile creature?

What is it that makes him want to pursue you, anyway? Is it your wonderful smile? The way your eyes bright up whenever you talk to him? Or is it the excitement in your voice whenever you tell him about your interests? How you always run up to him when you spot him?

Whatever it is, you have made him fall for you. And not just a little, no, he is head over heels for you. You, a simple human, have captured his heart. But he won't complain. You make his life shine brighter. The world seems a little less dull with you by his side.

He can't stop looking at you. He can't stop touching you. His hand is always on your body, whether it may be on your shoulder, your back, your waist, your arm, your thigh. Knowing that you're safe with him makes him feel incredibly relieved. After all, you're a human. Humans get hurt more easily than Gods.

"Love? Are you alright?" Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. You two are in his chambers, lying on his bed. You look at him, head slightly tilted to the side and eyes filled with concern. Oh, those beautiful eyes of yours...

"Yes, don't worry, my dear, I feel splendid!" His arms around your waist give you a gentle squeeze. He smiles softly at you before his right hand travels up to hold your chin. He pulls you closer and plants a firm kiss on your lips. "How could I not feel amazing with you by my side?"

He makes sure to cherish every single moment he shares with you. He knows that humans don't live nearly as long as Gods do. But he pushes this thought out of his hand. He refuses to let the time you two spend together be filled with worry and dread. You're here, in his arms. You're alive and you will continue to stay alive for the next decades to come. And he will be with you no matter how busy his life may get.

Your head lies on his chest. You close your eyes and listen to the steady and calm beat of his heart. It soothes you, lulling you to sleep. His fingers run through your hair, making you feel drowsy.

"I love you, my dear. And I will continue to love you for the rest of my life," he whispers into your ear before you doze off in his arms. His lips press a light kiss to your forehead. He loves spending time with you, especially when Zeus doesn't order him around all the time.

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