Ror men reacting to their s/o with a serious illness and coughing up blood.
Requested Characters: Various.
Warnings: Sickness, blood, angst.
Notes: Saw the latest chapter, and Loki... thoughts and prayers. 😶
Hoping for a Miracle.
He gently wipes the blood of your lips and prepares a new set of washed clothes for you to change in. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to.
He knows you've been fighting this illness, maybe even longer than you have known him. He's seen some recover after some time, others...a memory from the past. A memory that aches his heart.
He just hopes, hopes that you end up well. It may be pathetic for a man like him to be beg for a miracle, when he's known for making them by others, but he doesn't care.
He just wants you to stay with him. He doesn't want to lose you. Not now, not ever.
HADES, Poseidon, Simo Häyhä, QIN SHI HUANG, Leonidas, Tesla and others...
To feel is to breathe.
Underneath that smile hold a baggage of emotions. Rage, sorrow, guilt. All for things he wished he had the power to prevent. What's even worse is how others look at him. How they look at you.
Behind those eyes that hold pity, he knows they don't care. As much as he tries to be above the situation, he can't help but feel as if he should beat them to a pulp, to scream his head off. But that wouldn't make the situation any better. Not for you anyway, he thinks.
Folding your clothes as you sleep, quiet snores leaving your mouth. He smiles, it soothing. He's sure you'll find it weird if you found out. He doesn't care.
It's a clear sign you are still breathing. You're still here.
LOKI, SHIVA, Hermes, APOLLO, Susanoo and others...
Quiet moments between you and him.
His arms wrap around you, providing warmth and security. You've long fallen asleep in his embrace, occasional jagged breaths leaving your mouth. It eventually stops as he tightens the hug and places a thick blanket on top of you.
He cherishes moments like these. No noise from the outside, no one to disturb both you and him. It's peaceful. It's sad.
He wishes he could do as much as you have done for him. How even when he has his moments, you still continue to be with him. Through thick and thin. It's amazing how you even manage to shine a smile his way after everything you've been through.
His arms tighten even more, careful not to hurt you. He'll be with you, just like how you've been with him. Through thick and thin.
THOR, HERCULES, Lu Bu, JACK THE RIPPER, Buddha and others...
Simo was almost crying. They were back. They found him again. And they were whispering at his ears. It was unbearable.
"- Why did you kill us ?"
"- Why are you alive ?"
"- Do you worth it ?"
Simo knew he needed help, but he felt like something too heavy was on his chest. He couldn't move. The White Death was almost imploring them to live him alone.
"- We did not decide it."
"- It's not our fault, it was war."
"- Was it funny for you ?"
Kille was softly barking by his side. The dog was wondering where was the nice woman, the one leaving good meals in front of the door, the one who drove Simo and himself home. His human was almost suffocating, stuggling with the sheets and the blankets.
With all his despair, the dog bit in the sleepwear sleeve and pulled Simo out of the bed.
Seemed like it worked because Simo took a long and trembling breath, the nightmare just behind him. He could feel his guiltness ghosts on his back, ready to invade his sleep as soon as he would go back in his bed.
Shivering, he took some blankets with him, his pillow and dragged himself to the main room, wich served as living room, kitchen, library and cellar.
Unable to fall asleep again, he remained awake for an unknown time. Kille, who followed him, sat by his side to keep his human safe.
Simo knew the room the warm because the fire was always burning in the chimney, but he felt so cold, so... alone. Guilty. Not worthy of happiness.
"- She will know, she will know I killed her folk." whimpered Simo, staring at the small wood sculpture. "I can't bear it anymore. But I have to. It's my fault, and killers must suffer."
The sniper was half conscious, half wild. He whispered everything crossing his mind with a voice full of sadness and sobs.
He freed himself from his improvised nest and got up, almost falling because he was so exhausted by the tears that seemed to last a lifetime and moved with one of the most hesitant steps towards the chimney where the painted figurine stood.
He took it and put on his shoes. Took the blankets and wrapped it around his shoulders, then went outside in the icy wind of a Scandinavian morning.
The small ravenette let himself fall on the ground, the blankets firmly tightenedaround him. As always, the karjalankarhukoira was with him and just lied down with Simo, sharing his warmness with him.
Fatigue overcame the sniper, who fell asleep in a dreamless sleep, closer to a fainting or a coma than a true sleep.
Kille finaly stared straight at the woman hiding behind the forest trees, in the shadows.
It was you. You were here to leave some cookies in front of Simo's door, but you hid in the darkness as soon as Simo exited his own house.
The cookie box in hands, you approached the human and the dog quietly, ready to leave if the man woke up. But seemed like he was in a deep slumber and the dog did not look like he was going to bark.
So you came closer, going up on the terrace and leaning on the pale ravenette. You softly touched his wheek without your glove because it looked like he cried a lot.
"His cheek is moist. But what could have made him cry ? He remained calm even when his ankle was twisted."
Your hand went further down, next to his mouth. You felt a texture like bark, but more supple and warm. Exploring this unknown area, you touched something hard, smooth and in relief, slightly moist too, but with a more viscous humidity.
"Teeth ? It cannot be-"
But yes. It was. You tilted his head towards the moonlight so as to better see his face. Your heart sank when you saw the large, torn and twisted scar on his cheek.
You caressed his scar for a few more moments then passed your arms under him. You couldn’t leave him there, he would die of cold.
You caressed his scar for a few more moments then passed your arms under him. You couldn’t leave him there, he would die of cold.
With a slight growl, you lifted him, the dog following.
Inside, the cottage was warm. You immediatly noticed the sculpture and the blanket nest.
You stepped carefully, reaching the bedroom door. You placed the pale man still wrapped in his blankets on the bed, went back take the other blankets and the pillow to arrange his bed.
Before leaving, you left the cookie box next to him, hoping his dog would not eat them.
You touch the scarf he gifted you then leave.
Hi ! This part is taking place after Simo recovered but Russian!Soldier!Reader keeps giving him food, so he feels like a cub fed by his mother !
You’ve been supporting Simo Häyhä from the sidelines ever since he stepped into Ragnarok’s tournament—whether he knew it or not.
He wasn’t the talkative type, but there was a strange, silent understanding between you.
You admired his cold precision, but it was the way his eyes softened when he looked your way that made your heart race… though you’d never admit it out loud.
So when Radgridr, one of the Valkyries, started hovering around him more than usual, offering smiles and war goddess pep talks, you felt something twist inside you.
You tried to ignore it. “Hmph, like I care who he talks to. It’s not like we’re a thing!” you snapped to yourself… but then you saw her hand touch his arm.
Your blood boiled at the sight.
“Wh-What’s with that Valkyrie getting all cozy with him? She doesn’t even get him like I do!” You watched the two in disgust while trying to hide behind a bush.
You stormed over to where they were standing, arms crossed, voice raised a little too high.
“Oi, Häyhä! Don’t you have better things to do than flirt with Valkyries before a battle?”
He blinked at you slowly, then tilted his head. “…She’s my weapon.”
“Tch… I knew that! I just… I thought maybe she was trying to seduce you into a reckless combo or something!”
Radgridr raised a brow, amused, but stepped back with a graceful smirk. “I’ll let you handle him, then.”
Simo stared at you in that unreadable way of his, then calmly handed you something—a small, worn bullet casing.
“You dropped this the other day. Been holding onto it. Figured you’d want it back.”
You blushed furiously. “I-I didn’t drop it! I just left it there on purpose!”
He didn’t respond but his lips twitched upwards. Was that… a smile?
“Besides,” you muttered, looking away, “if someone’s gonna fight beside you… it should’ve been me.”
He finally spoke, voice low but sincere: “You’re always with me. Even if you’re not on the battlefield.”
You froze as your eyes wide. Hearthammering in your chest.
- Anubis without his head piece took me by surprise, but his hair looks pretty much like I imagined. Long hair but short on top. One of my favorite anime hairstyle. No idea what it’s called but I’ll call it the twink cut. I really like that his suit is by far one of the brightest, and gold is definitely his color. I like his skin tone and his piercings are seriously unique compared to the other characters.
- the Greeks make a reappearance. Keep Zeus the fuck away from me.
- I don’t care for Lu Bu at all.
- hades looks fantastic as ever. I would’ve been disappointed if his suit wasn’t silver. It’s just his color.
- I’m not gonna lie, I don’t care for Leonidas at all, but I do like how his suit fits his style very well.
- Odin not even bothering to face forward is hilarious. I’ll never stop being upset that the anime gave him black hair when it’s actually white.
- Apollo actually looks so good. I’m not the biggest fan of his character, but I gotta admit he is EATING. His suit is super flashy and has a nice style.
- QIN MY SHAYLA AHHHHHHHH I love that man with feral energy. I’m a lil disappointed that we can’t see his eyes, but hey after Qin being in a coma for years I don’t even care.
- Jack looks nice in pink. Very cute.
- why is Adam wearing clothes so dystopian- He looks great in that shade of green.
- I don’t even like Thor, but I have to admit he looks FANTASTIC. MAJESTIC.
- LOKIIIIIII HE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL. THE GLOVES. His color scheme is perfect. I also like how Loki is sitting behind Thor rather than near Odin.
- Adamas is meh- I just don’t care for him much.
- I don’t like how much Tesla’s color scheme here clashes. Who chose that? Purple on orange with a gold jacket? Absolutely not. His pigeon being there was silly though. It’s a requirement.
- Heimdall is as extra as ever and I love it
- always nice to see Beelzebae. The little Hajun seed plush is DIABOLICAL.
- Simo hiding behind his dog is so canon. He would actually do that. I also like how he’s the only one with a top hat. He absolutely needs a hat at all times it seems.
- I’m actually really happy to see Zerofuku again. Trips me out how long it’s been since his round. He looks amazing
- Shiva serving all that cunt. I like the blue.
- Buddha looks beautiful. I really love him in gold. Not the best color scheme, but hey it’s Buddha.
- Kintoki looks great. I love his colors and overall a good look.
- I love Susanoo’s color scheme. Very nice
- I don’t exactly like Raiden, but he looks very good. Him in a suit is surreal-
- okita and Simo looking so small is sending me. Short kings. Okita always looks so adorable and friendly.
- #morekondoulove. Kondou looks so chill
- I love Sasaki’s look!!! The gold with maroon is such a slay.
Winter was furious. Cold and petty, almost like a child. It bit and fought and bashed against the feeble window of your cabin; the season shed no mercy to any beings. And while you were sheltered from the storm, the cold kept seeping in through the cracks. Tiny slivers between window panes and frames allowed melted ice and frosty air to leak. Through thick layers of rabbit fur, your leg hair stood up, shivering from every part of your body. Hands rubbed against themselves and were blown on by warm breath in huffs from your mouth between chatters of teeth before being shoved back under your arms in an attempt to keep warmer. Even your chest starts to seize up as your heart vibrates like an engine. You could curl up into a ball, but the size of the many quilts and blankets could only shield you so much; your frostbitten fingers and toes cause you to yelp, nipping your skin.
But what's worse of all, the fire was burning out.
Only a few flames nibbled the tips of twigs and leaves, sucking up whatever crumbs were left. You could smell the faint wisp of smoke; somehow, you resonated with the starving embers as your own stomach was caving in on itself. Your eyes, heavy and graying, watched the dying pyres in apathy. You were taking too much of your chances, tipping off the edge of potential danger, all out of pure laziness. What you should really be dreading is the lack of firewood left in your cabin. The cold may leave you sleepy and light-headed—the quilt started to betray you rather than help you—but you must focus. You were running out of food, out of water, out of firewood, and, may as well say, out of home soon.
You started to panic a little. The cold is merciless, willing to sweep you away, as if your warm body never mattered. For you to travel miles into the bleak white—believing your destination even exists—terrifies you. Just the thought of being alone in the cold snow made you shiver. Still, you decided to brave the cold.
Fuzzy socks shed a thin, fluffy layer between your bare feet and the freezing cold floor; how could wood accumulate so much coldness? You head to your bedroom and dig through your closet and cabinets, tossing unused summer dresses and rugged lumber wear to the floor. Clothes started to pile up before finally reaching a couple of sweaters and a thick parka, as well as some tights and heavy-duty cargo pants. Four layers? Five? No, that's too much. Three wouldn't be enough. Do your undergarments count as layers? A few calculations were in order before you could even begin your trek.
It's just as you expect. Every inch of your body burns. The snowflakes cut through your eyelids; you felt like you were going blind. Through semi-thick layers of cloth, you continued to burn; the snow crunching behind your feet was the ashes of your skin. Winter wants you to fail, to reprimand you for your foolishness, your greed. It bites into your tender flesh, freezing your limbs to solid ice. Winter has no mercy, grinning with sadistic glee. Each reckless plebian is just another morsel for it to devour. Tonight, you were its delicacy.
The tundra continued to brew through your trek, leaving your body to slow down. No matter how much contrast the night brought, everything was completely white. Walking up on a cloud whilst in the clouds; some parts of the snow soften, perhaps to show winter was taking pity on you. Your clothes were darkening, and suddenly the snowflakes started to weigh you down. Your eyes dropped; how long have you been walking? All you could measure was the depth of the snow beneath your feet. Not even the faintest trace of civilization could fill your lungs with relief. Tears threatened, but you knew that would only freeze your spirit further.
Memories reflected off the snow, the smiles, sorrows, and songs of a different life. You could've stayed. You should've stayed. At least you had the embers to keep you company.
The world turns dark.
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Smoke riddled your nose. Something wet kisses your temple. You stirred, brushing against the softest fur you felt. With a deep, heavy breath, you awoke. Darkness looked for a minute until a warm hue graced its presence. Light had brought a curious look upon your face; there were concavities in the stone, marking the many suns and moons that had gone by. You rose from your position, groaning in pain like a creaky engine.
"You're awake. Good."
You jumped from the voice. Sitting before was a man, a short man, polishing some contraption. It goes the body and stature of a musket, yet it carried a blade instead of a barrel. A pure white coat of fur cloaked his form. You could only see his eyes, beady and black like an animal.
"Who are you?" You asked.
"Sïmo." His eyes didn't change.
"Thank you, Sïmo." You smiled.
The man didn't respond, merely returning to his weapon. "I wasn't sure if you were going to survive the trip here. You're lucky I just ate, though. I would have left you in the snow if you died."
The wind howled behind your ears. You watched as the snow blew, but did not dare to enter the cave. The smell of roasted meat held your attention. On the campfire was a snow rabbit, skinned and cooked to a hearty brown. Your stomach caved in a little.
"Is it ok if I stay here for a bit?"
A pregnant pause allowed for some thinking; the coat of fur seemed to have relaxed with his sigh. He nodded, yet his eyes still didn't change.
