hey same anon who asked for the ror parenthood hcs! is it alr to ask for post match hcs of qin?? you know after he wakes up from his coma and we take care of him. take care of yourself and take your time! there's no rush :)
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. i've changed, kind of, the writing here focusing more on reader in some parts given qin was out cold at first.
nevertheless, i hope you enjoy how it has turned up like, dear anon (<3).
post-match headcanons with qin shi huang with gn! neutral
—If the fight between the two kings was brutal enough, seeing your partner lying in one of the recovery pods horrified you even more, if that were possible. The nurses had made it clear how delicate the situation was when you arrived with Brunhilde and Göll: Qin's condition was critical, and his fate depended on his will to live.
—With those words, you felt as if the world were crashing down around you, for it wasn't the first time you had lost him; he had already suffered in life before you had followed him to the afterlife. Even so, the sorrow in your heart never faded the moment you spent by his side, waiting and waiting.
—You didn't know how long you sat there, lost in your own world, until the gentleness of a caress pulled you from your turbulent thoughts. His finger had moved barely, brushing against your hand, which rested on what remained of his; it was as if Qin wanted to reassure himself that you were truly present with him. His consciousness hadn't fully returned at that point, yet his body seemed to need you more than to wake up.
—Once his eyes opened, you had never missed those dark orbs with wide white pupils more. The first thing he gave you was a smile, a trembling, tender smile that brought you immense relief.
—Out of respect for his condition, you didn't rush to his arm to hug him, but Qin did try to sit up in the pod he was on, though pain shot through his body from head to toe. You stopped him abruptly, and he gave in, something he rarely did, even with you. However, the first thing that came from his lips was nothing more than a question.
❝Are you okay?❞ His synesthesia makes other people's pain his own, so he needs to know that you haven't suffered unnecessarily for him. His victory is secondary to yours.
—As soon as you told him you were better, since he was at least conscious at that point, his body seemed to relax under the sheets. His hand still rested under yours, so you took the opportunity to stroke his knuckles, an action that prompted him to reciprocate the touch and, finally, raise his arm to cradle your face.
—Qin's thumb traced your cheek as if he needed to remind himself that you were still with him, that he hadn't lost you again after a battle. Though utterly exhausted, his gaze was only ever so proud and tender when he was with you. He didn't say it aloud, but it was palpable in the air between you two: your presence was his refuge, his strength, his beginning after the end.
—Sadly, the moment came sooner than expected to an end as the nurses entered the room to continue the treatment of the first emperor of China.
Can you write about ROR Loki getting close to a human and eventually confessing his love to her, and she actually likes him back but gets upset at him and doesn't believe him because Loki, like the other gods, doesn't like humans, so she thinks someone like him would never like her, so she assumes due to Loki's trickster nature he is toying with her, aka using her as a punchline by pretending to confess to her (because, obviously, joking about something as serious as being in love with someone is awful) and his reaction then them getting together? 👀
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. i finally made it! it took me time, but i did it.
i hope you like how it has come out, dear anon (<3).
loki's confession and a reader who doubts him
You never quite grasped the starting point of your friendship with the most chaotic god in the Norse pantheon. Perhaps "friendship" wasn't even the right word. To begin with, the mere fact that a god of his standing would show any interest in a human was unusual enough, but what was truly disconcerting was how that interest gradually bordered on obsession.
At first, you were just fresh meat for him, treated like a mere new toy to fill the void of amusement that plagued him day after day. You, poor thing, were open-minded enough to remain indifferent to his status. You didn't bow before him, you never treated him like a god to be worshipped, nor did you flinch or shrink when his shadow loomed over you. And that, precisely that, was what began to disarm him.
Loki would approach you, a sharp smile etched on his face, heavy with jokes and provocations, waiting to see you tremble or blush. And you always denied him that reaction; instead, you responded with wit, sarcasm, or such calm that you made him doubt himself. And when the sound of your laughter reached his ears for the first time… Oh, Freyja, protect him. It felt just like that time Brunhilde smiled at him, like a direct blow to a part of his chest he'd rather ignore.
He doesn't know how to love gently. His nature is obsessive, distorted and intense. And all of that extends to the feelings that haunt him.
Loki started looking for you "by chance." Writing about you in his journal. Appearing upside down above your head when you least expected it. Creating little replicas of you, studying every gesture and expression, as if you were a riddle he needed to solve.
And you, without even knowing it, had become his favorite pastime… And something much deeper that neither of you could name at that moment.
The confession came almost as a double shock. His reputation preceded him, and not only that, but his elitist view of humanity didn't help his case either. He didn't have to hear you speak because your face showed your consideration of his words as a cruel joke.
❝Why would someone like him notice me? He must be playing with me,❞ your mind kept repeating. Your thinking was quite logical, which led to a subtle anger slowly coursing through your veins. Things like that shouldn't be played with; neither you nor your feelings were a joke for his own amusement.
That's when he became genuinely confused. For the first time in his eons of existence, someone was accusing him of something he hadn't done. Soon, that confusion enveloped him in a dark, burning aura. His strong emotions were nothing more than cannons waiting to be fired, and your audacity had become a sudden target.
Before Loki could even measure his own words, he launched himself and blurted out whatever came to mind.
❝How dare you doubt me? Do you think I need to play with you for my amusement?"
Amid his outburst of hatred for being rejected, something in the air stopped him once again. It was a mere second, an instant in which his eyes met yours, and what he glimpsed in those depths, he recognized as pain. You weren't angry, you were hurt, and that was even worse.
His gaze, once overflowing with rage, lowered in unison with his chin. To prove it wasn't a trick, he did something he would never do, jokingly or not. Swallowing his pride and silencing his disdain for vulnerability, he finished floating, his feet touching the ground. It was a slight descent, but for someone of his stature, it was symbolically enormous.
Silence reigned in the room, deep and somewhat uncomfortable.
❝I'm not playing with you,❞ he confessed, his intentions now clear, devoid of any theatricality that had once accompanied him. And that's when you began to honestly believe him.
It was a gradual process, because when you finally accepted his feelings and admitted your own, everything about him seemed to light up. A pause of excited surprise passed over his expression, followed by a loving smile. It wasn't physically possible, but he felt how your simple smile melted him.
❝Ah…❞ He sighed, ❝so this is what it feels like.❞
From that day on, Loki promised a thousand things. He would protect you, he would annoy you, he would worship you, and he would watch over you with a devotion that no one would ever have expected from the god of deception.
cw: quickwrite. food mention. fluff. new empress!reader
food doesn't taste quite right to you these days, and the emperor eventually notices.
the spread before you is remarkable, as always, as though the kitchen prepares to serve offerings to a goddess on earth as opposed to dinner for a mere mortal, but you've found that you can only pick at 3 to 4 dishes of the several, with the end of your chopsticks, hesitant as if you're digging for gold then disappointed, then folding your hands in your lap.
the few bites that you eat Are delectable, and you reassure your attendants of such, and the fear of losing their heads dissipates, you can tell just looking at their eyes
(not that he would ever, your husband is far too kind for such a thing)
but still your dishes are far from razed over, and despite the repeated refusals of your ladies-in-waiting and other servants, they still eventually accept to partition the food amongst themselves.
you watch them eat with a small satisfaction, but the sensation of being not quite empty and not quite full persists.
ying zheng dislikes it, but he only speaks to you with measured patience, then softly.
he'd heard while he was campaigning far from the palace, but today he sees for yourself that rice and dough and sweet, savory and salty flavors don't entice you as much as they did, and it troubles him.
at first, he watches, accompanying you more and more for dinner.
then, he insists that the kitchen only bring your favorites.
but now, he's down to feeding you personally, and while you don't hesitate with every bite brought to your lips, the enthusiasm has lessened.
he frowns.
"sorry," you offer. your pout is enough for his frown to shift into a gentle grin.
"will you let me into your thoughts?" he asks. a kiss presses to your forehead, your lady in waiting turns her head. you glance at her, a worried look, and ying zheng notices.
"are you offended?" he asks you.
"no, just-"
the lady in waiting turns entirely and kneels in the opposite direction.
"i'm not used to all of this."
you bite your lip.
"not the food, not the attendants, not being watched, not-" you glance at him again, and while his eyes are shielded from you, his look is warm and open.
"i can't get full in fear of bursting."
"because?" he asks, softly.
"how do i deserve this?"
he pauses for a moment, contemplating, then he pauses and takes your hand gently.
"mǎn zhāo sǔn , qiān shòu yì."
you blink, confused, but he squeezes tenderly.
"i love your modesty. but you are allowed to eat. and you are allowed to be cared for."
he hands you a pastry and breaks it in half, offering you one half.
"share with me. allow me this small indulgence. you do not have to be full."
your chest fills with an emotion you can't quite accept.
"and i am allowed to give away the rest?" you ask. his forehead presses against yours.
"anything you want, empress. very much deserved."
and thus, you make space in your belly, for him and for yourself.
RoR Incorrect quotes#156 They became alcoholics...cuz of you
Lux: Remember!! They're the type of human who every morning when they wake up~
Y/n*Waking up, lizard blinks and yawns and puts your feet on the ground*....
Lux: Puts their little feet on the ground, the Devil says!:
Satan, Hajun *Both of them are doing their own thing, but then their ears heard your movements, they instantly felt their asses clenched and took a while bottle out to drink so early*FUCK!...it has awakened...
» Apollo being seductive, marking, implied rought sex and multiple rounds
Apollo is a beautiful god and he knows it, he lives from the comments others do about him and to have everyone's eyes on him, but above everyone else it is you, it thrills him to have your eyes on him, even more when you look at him with that lustful hunger, it always manage to bring a triumphant smile because that is exactly the reaction he wanted, the one that will make you take him and adore him in that way only you know how
Just as Apollo loves having your eyes on him he is always looking after it, always making sure he looks at his best, making sure he can be a feast to the eyes to make sure your eyes would not even dare to look away. And, in all honestly, catching your attention has pretty much become a little game for him; when he sees himself in the mirror, passing his hand through his clothes, through the purposely gap of exposed skin, smiling to himself and wondering how you would react, how long it would take you before dragging him away from the prying eyes, how long it will take you before giving in and make him yours
Because this is his own way to tell you that he wants you, that he needs you, yeah he could say it directly but it wouldn't be more fun if he plays a bit, he rather put on some jewelry and adorn his pretty neck, letting the golden chains to fall around his neck, over his collarbone, falling down like tracing the way down his nipples, inviting, tempting. Or perhaps he can cover more his skin, let the silky fabric cover his body in a way that will definitely drag your attention to his body, falling down elegantly until your eyes found its way to his hips, leaving just enough exposed skin to let you wanting to see more, or he rather choose to barely covering his chest and back to the point of almost being obscene but where not looking would be an insult
Apollo is beautiful and he knows it, he loves looking like a piece of art for you, that is why he always adorn himself for you, because he wants you to love what you see, because the moment he finally manages to catch your attention, to make you desire him too, it is when the fun starts, when he finally show off at his fullest. He always make sure to have things only for your eyes or at least tempting enough for you to don't want others to see, he likes paying attention to his waist and belly, after all he loves when you hold his waist so why not invite you to it, making sure to wear a pretty adorn around it, golden and shiny jewelry, enough to make sure your eyes won't leave his body, sometimes his thighs, decorated in a pretty way, making sure that you wouldn't be able to take your hands out of them all because he doesn't want you to stop touching him
He loves adorning his body in pretty things, to look like a piece of art because at the end you will always be part of it too, because no matter how hard he works in looking perfect and beautiful, he will always prefer how he looks with the traces of your love. He does all because he loves when you make sure to adorn him too, when you bite and lick, when you leave hickeys all over his skin, his porcelain skin turned red because of the rough treatment and his tummy covered in white by his own orgasm, panting and covered in sweat, he may end up looking like a mess, looking so undignified for a god such as himself and yet he would never be ashamed of how he looks afterwards because he loves when you shamelessly adorn him with your love, when you two are together, when you make him yours it is when he looks the most beautiful he will ever look
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. i don't talk much about it, but sometimes everything gets too much. i wish i had the means of comfort i'd like to have, yet that's not possible as of now. so here you have this stupid drabble.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ characters. unspecified character, referred to in masculine × gn! reader, referred in second person (you). you can imagine any character here, but i'll put some of my own at the end.
you're enough
There were days when you couldn't understand where the pain came from. You couldn't put into words the reason behind that shadow of sadness that loomed over you with such malice, a melancholy that soon had every fragment of your being under its yoke of desolation.
It seemed that today was one of those fateful days.
Your mind was racing louder than usual. Past actions and interactions swirled in your memory, reminding you of old doubts you thought you had already overcome. A hard drive of insecurities played on an endless loop with only one simple intention: to make you feel inadequate.
You lowered your gaze. You looked at your hands and thought they were enough, that you were enough. But the thought didn't quite take hold.
Is everything you've done, everything you're doing, actually enough?
You didn't cry. You weren't capable of crying. That was what frustrated you most. The falling tears, at least, would be a physical manifestation, a visible sign that the pain existed as a whole. But the suffering was silent. A voice inside you seemed to know everything: everything you weren't, everything you should be to deserve something.
You're not enough. You never were. You never will be.
You didn't hear him come in. So focused on your sorrow that you didn't notice your partner's arrival in the room. However, he did notice you. His eyes carefully scanned your figure, taking in every detail that revealed so much about you without your even realizing it. He didn't need eloquent words or actions; he simply knew you like the back of his hand.
He approached you slowly, maintaining a safe distance for your own comfort. He respected the fragile silence that surrounded you, not wanting to intrude abruptly when you still seemed lost in thought. Even so, after a moment of proper self-meditation, he spoke.
❝It seems something hurts you more than usual today.❞
A small smile touched his face. He stood in front of you when your gaze finally fell upon him. There was no urgency in his actions, in the way he knelt down and took your hands.
❝I don't think I can convince you of anything right now,❞ he said, gently squeezing your hands in his, ❝but I can stay with you until you learn how valuable you are.❞
That seemed to be the trigger that unlocked your tears, for they soon began to flow freely down your face.
He wasn't trying to change your opinion of yourself. Instead, he was offering you another possibility, even more special in its rarity. He was offering you his time, a gaze that didn't seek to compare, a touch that invited you to relax… He promised you a safe place where you could feel understood.
And, even though you still doubted yourself, for a moment you allowed yourself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, you weren't broken, but simply tired.
simeon, barbatos, satan (obey me); buddha, hermes, hades, jack (ror/snv); leon (resident evil); megumi, nanami (jjk); sanji, sabo, mihawk, (one piece); v (devil may cry); diluc, zhongli, neuvillete, flins (genshin impact); jade (twisted wonderland); bruno (jojo's); pierrot (freak circus); your fav ones...
» ignoring them and neglecting them by any kind of contact, them growing needy and horny
જ⁀➴ Susano'o no Mikoto
He has no idea what he has done to deserve such cruel punishment but he is more than willing to beg for your forgiveness and for your touch, after all in this world there are two things that Susano'o is passionate about, two things that matter even more than his own life, swordsmanhip and you, and if he is neglected of any of those he feels his whole world breaking down, of course Susano'o doesn't want to be too demanding and is willing to give you space when you need it, but if it pass one whole day without even a kiss he is losing it! He can't live without your touch, he needs your love just as much as he needs the air to live! When he doesn't get an answer from you of what he have done wrong he is imediatly in his knees, because suddently losing your touch make him feel like it has happened a whole eternity without it, he feel like he is losing you and he doesn't want that, he will do anything, even after begging so much he decides to give you some space, wich only means he can't stop thinking about it and end up torturing himself, accidentally evoking the memories of your touch, when you kiss him, when you mark him, when you thrust on him until his skin turns red and his body feels like breaking, he feels like it has been an eternity and the memories does nothing but turn him on, but, of course, he refuses to pleasure himself because that may just make you more angry at him and make you decide to make him wait even more, and he doesn't know how much longer he will be able to handle it, so instead he will try his best and wait like the good boy he is
જ⁀➴ Apollo
He is a god that depends on the attention and praises he recives from others, as beautiful as he knows he is he needs your eyes on him, it thrills him and make him feel excited, and because of that the moment you decide to ignore him and deprave him of your touch he decided to take the matters in his hands. Apollo it is not a rational man, it takes him no time to realice that you are ignoring him and it takes him less time to decide to do something, he decided that he would push you to the point of wanting to touch him, he shows off his most revealing clothes right in front of his eyes, searching for any excuse to linger close and bend over in a provocative way, all so he can have all your attention on his body, all so you feel the need to touch him again, to mark him, this has become a game for him so he will act as provocative as he can, even sitting inecesarely close, leaning over while lingering close so his bare skin will become tempting, letting you have the best look at him and at his body, making sure you can get the hint of how much he wants you to knock him over all to push you to the point to actually do it, seriously he feels like he is starting to forget how it is feels to have you filling him up. If being seductive doesn't works he will choose to opt for the jealousy, may not be the best plan but he is growing desperate, trying to turn you on it is making him feel turned on, after all he has been trying to provoke you and that have only left him feeling needy and frustrated, that is why he will flirt and pay attention to others instead of you, ironically you never left his mind but is willing to ignore you too until you grow jealous or at least needy enough to dragg him away to finally make him yours again
જ⁀➴ Loki
Ignorning him can't be nothing else than pure sadism, after all, despite the jokes and playfulness Loki is awfully obvious with how enamoured he is with you, how much not only he needs you but will be willing to do for you so ignoring it just hits him and hard. Of course Loki will try to play it off with jokes, in an attempt to get you in the mood to don't ignore him anymore but the more you refuse to pay attention to him, to don't touch him in any way, it makes him grow more and more anxious and frustranted, he has no idea what he have done to make you this mad at him but he will do anything and everything just for you to stop neglecting him, Loki grows so desperate that he ends up taking his frustration on himself, he ends up playing with himself out of frustration, he forces himself to the edge and treat himself roughtly, completely abusing his body and thinking it is you instead of whatever toy he decided to use, that you have finally decided to take it against him instead of ignoring him and torturing him with your neglectance, but when his orgasm finally left him panting and he gets back to reality he grows frustrated all over again because not only it wasn't you but also you are still ignoring him, and, honestly, he doesn't know how much he will be able to handle it, he doesn't know how much his body will be able to accept the lack of your touch, he is growing more desperate and will end up taking any chance to get your attention back, he will find a way to take any chance to try to get in your good side, to barely hide his begging under those jokes before he complete cracks and get on his knees for you
જ⁀➴ Poseidon
Daring to ignore him it quickly becomes a challenge, he will let is slip that you have ignore him once but not more! Do you know who he is? There is no way you would ever dare to ignore and neglect him, there is simply no way, or at least that is what he repeats himself over and over again because even when he stood in front of you in all his glory, showing off his skin once you didn't "caught the hints" of what he wanted and had to be more direct he was faced with the fact that you would still not do anything, but he won't play your game and after rolling his eyes he left you. The problems is that he is a bit too addicted to your touch, of the praises you shower him in and the way you make him feel, you made your way to his side and engraved yourself in him, you marked him and made him yours and he is growing more and more frustrared because you don't give him what he wants, and even if he tries to ignore it he simply can't ignore the way his body is practically screaming for your touch, how much he wants to force that attitude of yours to crack by riding you, make you pleasure him until he decides to stop. The more time it passes the more angry and frustrated Poseidon feels, and the more needy and horny he feels, but refuses to take care of himself because that is your duty, so he will try to linger around you and provoke you, to make you crack and give up, the problem is that he has no idea how much time he has before is his pride what cracks and he starts to beg
Scamander!reader is the decendant of Newt Scamander and Tina Goldstein.
And like Newt
Scamander!reader likes animals/Beasts and follows in Newt's footsteps.
Maybe they also find a Thunderbird as well.
And maybe instead of having a room you just have to find the suitcase Scamander!reader is known to carry around.
But here's an idea
The gods finding out about the creatures and wanting to either use them or make sure they don't have any future problems with said creatures and it being a repeat of that one scene from the first fantastic beasts and where to find them movie where the suit case is taken away.
But
I can see alot of the gods who Scamander!reader managed to befriend backing them up and some of them even gained Scamander!reader's trust and seen them and knows how much they mean to Scamander!reader
