#LIVE LAUGH LOVE KRATOS

[ewwis-but-fandom]

"oh kratos is a real man he's rational he doesn't have emotions he's so based for that" SHUT UP SHUT UP HE'S A BULLET JOURNALING KING HE WRITES ABOUT HIS EMOTIONS AND THE PEOPLE HE LOVES AND HE TRIES TO BE OPEN AND HE CARES UNAPOLOGETICALLY AND UNASHAMEDLY AND

[muletia]

Just read the merformer ask about sparklings being referred to as guppies and big scary mer form Megatron trying to snooze but his newly born guppy daughter keeps teething on his little axolotl fins (the ones round their head) 

I keep imagining Mer Megatron going “Let me hear your war cry!!” And his guppy letting out the most squeakiest chirp they can muster 

I had some more ideas with the other Mers but imagine Starscream who also has a lil guppy daughter but they’re just as much of a baby as him, but the guppy tries to act all big and tough. Starscreams guppy chirping angrily at a crab, but the moment the crab raises its claws at her they’re chirping in fear, code for “AAA FATHER SAVE ME-“ and next thing they’re diving under starscream for protection 

Mer Bulkhead. Girl dad. Need I say more?? Miko is his daughter in tfp this man is girl dad coded and I won’t take criticism. I think you said he’d either be a manatee or sea turtle? I’m gonna use sea turtle for this one but imagine the babies (idk how the logics would work with birthing since sea turtles lay eggs so just use your imagination here) Bulkhead is just melting over how cute and tiny they are. You know that anon that said guppies follow behind their parents like ducklings? That’s bulkhead with his pod of baby guppies. Side note, he’ll stomp you into non-existence if you try to hurt his babies. Look but don’t touch 

I know Bee has Raf in the series but ngl…I love the idea of him with a lil girl and a lil boy. He’d be escaping. You’re telling him he a beautiful mate (you) AND he gets TWO adorable guppies?! Best day of his life. Bee is that one young dad in the pod who won’t stfu about how great his kids are, lookat his babies, he made them (with your help of course). I dunno if deals can get zoomies like dogs, but his guppies do literally anything like sneeze cutely or chirp to him and that man has water zoomies for hours  

Rahhh I am so soft for family tropes.

I live, love, laugh for Megatron being this terrifying, massive mer, covered in scars with huge claws and sharp teeth, yet having a soft spot for his guppy. Of course, he’s still rough around the edges and, truthfully, has no clue how to be a good father (see Kratos from God of War), but he loves his daughter with his entire spark <3 Even if sometimes he ends up growling at her a little too loud and a little too harshly.

Meanwhile, Starscream is hiding behind you lmao

Aughh Bulkhead, such a handsome gentle giant. If we’re going turtle, I can totally see him letting his guppies ride around on his shell <3

And aaa Bumblebee getting the zoomies the moment his kid does literally anything. Absolutely precious. If he had the means to take photos, he’d be snapping them nonstop.

[call-me-kermit]

Can I ask a request? How would the god of war characters confess their feeling the reader, please🥺

Confessing Their Love

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: 🤷

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Kratos

Kratos is a man of few words.

Emotions are hard.

When the day came he fully realized and accepted his growing love for you he struggled to come up with the right words to tell you.

You never knew it, but there were so many moments where he nearly said it but chickened out.

Moments while hunting, fishing, and tending to the wolves and land.

Moments when you two were alone, just talking, or saying nothing at all.

Moments spent watching you laugh and smile.

He wanted you to know but wasn't sure how to say it.

When he finally told you he loved you he didn't actually say it.

But you knew.

You knew by how he looked at you.

By how he held you.

And he knew you loved him just the same.

Atreus

Awkward and cute.

The king of stuttering and stumbling.

He'd asked his father how he and his mother took that step, hoping to glean some inspiration and courage from it.

Kratos wasn't much help.

Mimir didn't have advice suitable for a kid his age.

He planned to get you alone and basically serenade you.

But when you were face to face the adrenalin hit and he forgot everything he planned to say and do.

So he awkwardly handed you a flower and told you how nice you looked.

He was so nervous about messing it up that he was messing it up.

After a while, he realized you seemed just as nervous and you two had been dancing around it.

So he told you then that he loved you.

And when you reciprocated it he felt like he would throw up from the butterflies in his stomach.

He pitched himself.

Mimir

Before losing his body, he would've been shameless in chasing you down and swooning over you.

He'd court you and serenade you, showing you with gifts of flowers, wine, and treats so sweet.

He'd brag to anyone you had an ear about how he adored you so, even if you hadn't accepted him yet.

Afterwards. . .

The man is insecure.

How could he be your lover if he had nothing to give.

He'd wait his time until there was a moment when you two were alone.

A moment where he would confess his heart, despite not actually having one anymore.

His confession would almost feel like an apology.

Like he was becoming a burden to you like you would now have a weight on your shoulders.

But it was a weight he needed off his chest. . . metaphorically.

But then you smiled so sweetly and returned the gesture.

He thought you were making a fool of him for a moment, but only a moment.

The way you held him and pressed a kiss to his cheek told him you were honest.

He'd never been happier.

Heimdal

He wouldn't.

Not directly at least.

Not at first.

He's got an ego that won't sway even for the majesty that is you.

Instead of saying that he loves you, he'd confront that you love him first.

Teasing you for it and poking the subject until you catch on.

The first time he'd ever actually say it is after you'd begin to doubt it.

I mean, he never says it, so. . . maybe it's just pity?

How could you think that? Even if it is just a passing thought!

How could you ever think he wouldn't absolutely adore you?

Are you stupid?

So he said it.

And then again.

And again.

And every time you're alone because PDA is for losers.

If you're good enough for his picky tastes then you are worth more than anything.

You need to understand that or else.

Baldur

The man doesn't feel.

Driven mad but the numbness.

He just wants to feel the breeze in his hair, the sun on his skin.

He wants to feel the cold of the snow, and the pain of a cut.

But nothing.

His body is numb and he lives forever in agony.

Yet when he met you and knew you. . .

He can not feel his heart, even if you took a knife carved it out, and put it in his hands.

But something about you eased the madness and made him feel something again.

He wasted no time holding onto you and keeping you by him at all times.

It may not be to its fullest potential, not until the curse is broken, but he feels for you so deeply that it's borderline obsessive.

You are his and he adors you, worships you.

He will tell you he loves you just to see that smile, to feel that almost real warmth.

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I might come back and add more characters later. I got bored. NOT PROOF-READ

•Kermitts Masterlist•

[dworkism]

✮⋆˙— the gods favor you, mortals!

the gods sure are hard to please, yet these particular mortals have their interest.

ft. eijiro k., hanta s., izuku m., katsuki b., kaminari d., tenya i.

➤ masterlist!

Kratos smiles down on Eijiro and his persistence on being better, stronger. But not just for his own benefit, no. Eijiro seems to always push himself to the limit or even beyond just to improve himself so that he could help those around him. His ambition of being someone who can help others strikes Kratos’ interest. It’s not often the cruel and gruesome god sees someone using their strengths for something… beneficial. Sure, strength and murder? Expected, common even. But strength and kindness? Now that’s something he’s new to. 

Hanta’s bright smile shone through the clouds to reach Dionysus’ eyes. He loved seeing his wide grin, it’s as if this human was made in his image, for his eyes to see. A laughter so loud it echoed in his ears like a melody. Hanta’s tendency to always crack jokes and the way he yearns to hear people laugh tugs all the right strings in Dionysus’ heart. How could he not? The mortal is the epitome of fun and madness, laughter and sorrow, all combined into the perfect mixture of lawful chaos.

Hera is tough, but her walls crept down for Izuku. The mortal devotes himself to the core. From the moment he cried himself to sleep for not having any specialties, till the moment he throws himself to danger in slivers of hope of saving his friend, she witnessed it all, and she smiled. Such a loyal boy, Athena had missed her chance in not favoring him simply because he looked weak. Look at him now! And even in all his glorious strength now, he still devotes himself to train, and better yet? That chin of his is always kept down, and his hands are always open for those in need. 

Katsuki always had Ares’ name written all upon him, yet Athena saw him first. Fists and scowls were what Katsuki was, yet the goddess saw past that—she saw his ambitions. Beyond that fury and his burning eyes, Katsuki’s goal was to become what Athena exactly searched for; a warrior. Someone who aims for nothing but the best, and she basks in that. He does not stop for anyone, doesn’t give a second thought to act. Although some will view him as reckless, Athena’s eyes see consistency and certainty, and that’s exactly what she needs.

Thunder might be what Kaminari brings, but his name is not called upon Zeus’ lips. The boy strikes a chord in Hermes’ smile. The god swears he sees himself in the mortal, always jumping from place to place, with all topics to speak of on his tongue, as if he himself was the god of messenger. Hermes lives for chatterboxes—those people who exist and people shall smile, and not just that, he lives for someone who will always be there for everyone, in joyous celebrations or quiet mourns; and Kaminari ticks those boxes and more on his list.

From the moment Themis laid her eyes on Tenya, she knew the boy pleads for justice in his very breath. His whole existence was built by himself upon order and equality, even his motivation to become a hero was to bring justice to his brother’s name. Justice does not caress the heart, yet it brings satisfaction to those who have lost. Themis’ lips curled into a smile as the mortal who so badly upheld his reputation of being someone who shall avoid violence at all cost. And yet, when grief sliced his tongue like a bastard, he did not scream for mercy—he called for justice, for her.

dworkism | do not repost!

taglist: @bloomstream

a/n : might do more of these later cs theyre so FUUNN hehehhee

➤ masterlist!

[gwalch-mei]

Hi Richie! For the asks: sage, chia, mahonia, ivy, camellia, and palm tree!!!

hi sarah ty for the ask!! <33 sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is? theatre!! for SURE ive always loved musicals and live performances since i was a kid and i still love them now! my all time fav movie as a kid was a musical! (nightmare before christmas) and i think its just bc of a combo of seeing the actors talent in real time with no ability to do a new take its always amazing!! plus i LOVE costume design and set design! chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else? so funnily enough the tag i use when im posting random shit so people can filter it out (beep beep richie) IS an inside joke ive had with friends since i was 12 or so! theyd say that too me when i was talking too much or too loudly! (its not really an original joke those who get the reference know!!) mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does? being out in the woods tbh!! i get just like EXTREME bursts of energy that result in climbing around usually! climbing into caves or up trees etc etc <3 been doing that since i was a kid, my mom used to call me spider monkey because of it! ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired? im not really subtle tbh! if im happy i laugh A LOT usually to the point of tears, if im annoyed i will tell you to your face youre pissing me off and ill be very short with whoever it is, upset i tend to isolate myself and go tuck myself away somewhere small and secure (like a closet or when i was younger i used to hide in boxes) and tired i just am not very talkative and if i do have to talk its very dry and monotone! camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot? well ive always been a bit of a menace! young me was very happy go lucky, extremely talkative to anyone who was near me at all, regardless of if i knew them and if they wanted to listen, i was very outdoorsy while my sisters would have rather stayed in, and had quite the temper! got into a lot of fist fights throughout my entire school career really im pretty much the same except i have reigned in that anger A LOT and have better outlets for it now! no more fights for richie <3 (for now) palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless? yes!! hes technically a sympathetic villain but i LOVE kratos from god of war! seeing his character arc from the og games to the new ones is just beautiful and how he occasionally slips back into that villain aspect too (like when he kills heimdall) hes just SO compelling to me!

[neechees]

Seeing more reactions to the new Wukong game kinda just proves to me that a lot of (especially cishet) gamerdude Men primarily want a macho self insert experience out of a video game, and everything else like appreciation of good storytelling, graphics, artwork, the soundtrack, character development, etc comes secondary to that.

I think that's why so many of them hate the idea of a female main playable character, even if she fights & has female love interests, because they feel like they can't live out their self insert through her because she's a woman. As another example, I've mentioned i think this is why dude gow fans dislike the idea of playing as Atreus UNLESS he becomes Kratos's carbon copy in physique, because they see Atreus as not "manly" enough.

Like one common comment from Westerners is that they're surprised Wukong's voice performance shows him with a higher pitched voice & a squeaky laugh, & they're surprised about this & expected him to have a deep, husky voice. Why? Most Asian depictions of Wukong show him with a high pitched voice, like a monkey, because he is a Monkey. I saw other people complaining that apparently you can't have sex with the female characters, so while I've seen a lot of love for this game, these dudes are STILL complaining because it's not meeting all their desires to live out a hypermasculine fantasy through the main character.

[11queensupreme11]

imagine this scenario in baby Percy au:

Poseidon is still getting used to taking care of baby Percy, everything is still strange and new to him

for some reason he is baby percy they are invited to a get-together or a meeting of gods in the underworld, everything goes well until it is time to leave

Poseidon is still getting used to being a father, he literally spent billions of years without worrying about a life completely dependent on him so understandably he forgets that he was with baby Percy and leaves without her (in fact this is quite normal behavior among first-time parents)

he usually went straight home without even remembering that he was a father, he did his chores normally and only realized that he wasn't with his baby when feeding or bedtime arrived

For ONE minute everything would be completely silent for him and then the next moment would come TOTAL despair

Meanwhile baby Percy crawls across the floor without anyone noticing the gods are huge, why would someone six feet tall or taller walk around looking down? and she miraculously doesn't get stepped on by anyone

and then she meets the BEAST... the great CERBERUS

the percy alert is triggered and all the gods are running around like headless chickens looking for baby percy as if their lives depended on it and maybe they do, they get together and think about where was the last place baby percy was seen

and then they remember that it was in the underworld and the next moment several gods are running to the underworld as if they were running away from death from kratos, do you understand the reference?

they are turning everything over, there is not an untouched stone or room in the castle that hasn't been turned over, everything is in chaos until they noticed the strange behavior of the cerberus

Cerberus is lying face up, he doesn't move, he moves as little as possible despite the apparently uncomfortable position, his breathing is light and contained and shallow but despite this his tail is wagging

looking closer they realize why: baby percy is lying on top of Cerberus's chest, she is sleeping comfortably while holding a handful of fur in her little hand

the reason Cerberus is controlling her breathing is because he is trying to prevent the force of his breathing from throwing the baby out of his chest, he has been in an uncomfortable position for hours because he didn't want to risk knocking over or waking the little one but adorable recognition flea that clung to his fur while he took a brief nap

It's a lovely sight and many gods took photos to later pay a painter to paint the image on a painting, relief reigns in the place

except for Poseidon who received the BIGGEST SCORE from his mother and from his older brother, you can bet that during the whole scolding Adamas and Zeus were laughing and recording the whole situation with a state-of-the-art camera, Poseidon left his mother's house with several bumps on his head (like those bumps that appear on the heads of characters in anime after they get hit)

ADGFAGFVSDUFVY WHY DID I JUST IMAGINE POSEIDON AS THE MOM FROM HOME ALONE 😭😭😭😭

i love the thought poseidon just being perfectly calm, until it registers in his head that his baby is missing and he just blue-screens for a minute until:

but broooooooo poseidon would be IN SO MUCH FUCKING TROUBLE

he didn't just leave her in valhalla or midgard, he left her in fucking HELHEIM!!! that's the most dangerous of the three realms, his ass is LUCKY she didn't crawl out of hades palace!!!

granny rhea absolutely needs to banish him to the time-out island for that!!! 😤

[imaginethatneathuh]

Savior: Baldur - God of War (2018)

Baldur x reader, potential friendship, platonic.

The reader saves Baldur and offers their help.

TW/CW: Mentions of death and murder.

Word Count: 1.4+K

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Accompanying Kratos and Atreus was dangerous. You had figured that out early on after they had stumbled upon you trying to escape a Draugr attack. The two had saved your life; as such, you couldn’t help but want to try to help them in return. You didn’t have many skills valuable to them, but you did have a keen eye and were more emotionally in tune than your companions. It had prevented a fair few fights. That doesn’t mean they always listened to you, as Atreus and Kratos were an 11-year-old boy and an ancient man the size of a giant from some far-off land. They had their beliefs and thought processes, so no matter how much sense you made, they sometimes ignored your advice. You and Mímir did get along reasonably well, though.

During your travels, you met Baldur. The god had repeatedly attacked your new friends. Thankfully, he didn't see you as much of anything besides a nuisance, and you'd made sure not to be much else.

Despite not caring much about Baldur, you could tell what his mother did to him seriously fucked with his head. It was painfully obvious and hurt to see. Of course, you'd heard of him before; he was a god, after all. But to be faced with his actions and truly listen to his words was something else entirely. You held a sort of sadness in your heart for him, a kinship in some ways. It wasn't pity quite yet, but it was getting there.

So, when Atreus had begged his father to save Freya as Baldur began choking her, you decided to step in. Knowing Kratos, his answer would likely be killing the god. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want that to happen.

"Wait!" You shouted at Baldur.

His bright blue eyes glared at you over his shoulder.

Nervously, you shifted, white-knuckling your bag’s strap.

"You want her to hurt, right?" You asked before licking your lips nervously. You eyed Kratos beside you, a silent way of telling him to stand down. Once you were sure he got the hint, you turned and locked eyes with Baldur again. "If you want her to hurt as much as possible, take it from someone who knows; let her live."

Baldur squinted at you in surprise and confusion. "What?" he asked, completely bewildered—bewildered enough to loosen his grip ever so slightly.

Sucking in a few more breaths before leveling out your breathing.

"Freya is your mother. She loves you with all of her heart. She wants to protect you no matter what. But, now," you said, trailing off. "I mean, come on," you laughed lightly, "Her curse is broken. She's failed to protect you. She has lost you, Baldur. In every way that matters, she has lost you."

Your eyes flickered down to his hands. His firm grip had loosened further as he’d listened to you.

"You kill her now, and she won't get to experience the paranoia and fear that comes with never knowing if you're dead or not. You kill her now, and her days will never be filled with worry and uncertainty. Shit!" You laugh again. "If you kill her now, she won't be able to go to your funeral. What's a worse fate than that!? I mean, seriously, you better than anyone should know that the worst fates aren't the physical but the mental, right? Why get it over with here and now when you can let her stew for years and years and let her feel just a tiny bit of what you felt? Let her live, Baldur, and die knowing that is the worst fate you can give to her." You looked over at Kratos. "You're a parent. How would you feel if that was the fate of you and Atreus?"

Kratos’ stone-set face crunched p ever so slightly as he thought about your words. The mere thought of Atreus dying before him and never knowing was more unnerving than anything he’d felt in a very long time. He was slow to answer, but that wasn’t surprising. "I would rather die than go through that," he replied quietly and honestly.

Atreus blinked in surprise at his father's answer, but a small smile slipped its way forward at his father’s words.

You met Baldur's gaze again, your shoulders pushed back and breathing steady. "See, even Kratos agrees. And getting him to agree with me is stupidly hard." Carefully, you approached him but still maintained a distance. After a beat of silence, you spoke again, "To let her live is to make her suffer.”

Your gaze did not waver from Baldur’s, and he searched for any sign of a lie or trick.

Finding nothing, he nodded, releasing her.

Freya fell with a thud, slightly gripping at her own throat. She took a few unsteady breaths, bracing her arm against the ground.

Baldur did not look at her; he simply walked away, his barren feet making obvious tracks as he left.

You? You just sighed in relief.

"And everybody gets to live another day,” you said before slightly chuckling.

Kratos and you locked eyes briefly. It was enough time for him to nod in approval of your actions, grateful he didn’t have to act, before turning his attention to his son and Freya.

You weren’t sure what your next actions would be, but you knew you were concerned about Baldur. Someone had to check on him. Getting the ability to feel back after years of nothingness must be rough on atrophied senses.

•

Following Baldur's tracks, you walked after him. After getting within visual distance, you jogged to catch up.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked, practically hopping to keep up with his rather long strides.

Baldur stopped in his tracks at the sound of your voice. Still, he refused to look at you, instead studying the snow and mud on the ground. One of his fists remained solidly clenched while his other hand rubbed against his trousers. His entire face was contorted in some unidentified emotion. He seemed unnerved—maybe frazzled would be a better word? You weren’t sure.

Since he’d stopped, you managed to catch up with him, hopping around his body in an attempt to get him to face you as you spoke. "Look, I know you probably really wanted to kill her, and, ya know, that's probably still an option if you really want to, but letting her suffer is worth it. Trust me. Also, she kinda deserves it, from what I can tell. Overprotective parents kinda suck, ya know? Well, obviously, you'd know, but still…"

You were rambling now, and you knew it, but you couldn't help but continue talking. To you, it felt like if you stopped, Baldur would change his mind and go after Freya—or maybe he’d kill you or something.

You weren’t sure about anything right now, just that you needed to keep talking.

Unfortunately, you weren't paying attention while talking and slipped on some ice.

Just when you thought you were going to end up on your ass, Baldur caught you.

Unsurprisingly, his hands were rough and heavy, but his touch was much gentler than you expected. He was gentler than Kratos usually was, almost like he was afraid of breaking you like he didn’t know his own strength. Baldur studied you for a moment, his hands lingering.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You gave a strained smile, not used to this type of softness from anyone, much less someone you thought didn't care about others. "Peachy. Thanks." You weren’t sure how else to respond.

He hummed before looking at where your bodies connected, at the arms. Baldur's head tilted slightly as his eyes ran up your arms and over your face. His fingers traced your skin as if figuring out what it was.

He knew, of course, but you could tell it was still a foreign feeling.

"Ya know," you said gently, "I-um, if you want, I could help with the whole being thrust back into the world of feeling shit. If you want? It's not like I got much else going on."

Baldur snorted and smiled as he met your gaze. "I- I would appreciate that, actually. I know my family isn't going to be much help."

You gave him another awkward smile and nodded. "Cool. Cool. Um, you can let go now, though."

He stepped away, snow crunching beneath his feet. "Sorry."

[child0feden]

ACT OF LOVE

just remembered the god of war lore about kratos carving a flute for calliope and it just… i know i have forced my dad! pelle and god of war parallels on everyone way too much already but does anyone else think he would do something similar?

i just think if his daughter or son ever wanted to learn an instrument like the flute or really anything else, he would absolutely try to make it by hand for them or at least personalise it and make it unique for them… so that they would have one of a kind, just as he wants them to know that they are one of a kind, they are unique.. he would carve little patterns into the wood, maybe even carve their favourite animal or flower and engrave their initials somewhere too…

dad! pelle would sand the wood down for damn near hours to make sure there is absolutely zero chance of them getting a little splinter in their finger from playing the instrument, no matter how much of a small thing a splinter may be, if pelle can stop them from getting one, he absolutely will!

honestly, i just think dad! pelle would get into wood carving in general, it sort of branched off from his little crafts with animal bones because he realised how much more he could make with wood! he carves his children little animals and birds, little storage containers for their baby teeth to go in and so on… anything they want, he will make it for them! and let me not just ignore you, the true love of his life, absolutely not! he has definitely carved little things dedicated to you and given them to you, wether it be your side profile or your favourite animal… he always gets so bashful and shy when you praise his work and set them atop the mantelpiece, displaying them in your house as if they’re a work of art which to you and his babies? his little wooden creations are a work of art and you never fall short of telling him that, always laughing as you watch a deep red blush overtake his pale face…

dad! pelle just loves his babies so much and always wants them to know how incredibly special they are to him, how much they changed his life for the better and how thankful he is to you for giving him his babies, for opening his heart and showing him how much there is to live for in his life!

it seems that my brain will forever be infested with thoughts of dad! pelle <3

[blue-aurora-nora]

Sindri x F!Reader | I Love You

"I don't know why the Hel you don't just confess to 'er," Brok thought aloud. He brought his mallet down onto the red hot metal, flipping it around to study his work, "It's obvious she likes ya back." He brought his mallet down upon the metal again.

Sindri snapped his head towards his brother, slamming his chest close, "That-!" He collected himself with a deep breath, lowering his tone, "That is not true. (Y/N) and I... We're just...good friends." He corrected delicately.

Brok turned to look at his brother with an unimpressed gaze, "Bullshit! Ya'll both got them goo goo eyes whenever ya'll get together!" He turned back to his work with a grimace, "'S disgustin."

Sindri's eyes widened at that, an incredulous look on his face as he put his hands on his hip, "Goo goo eyes?! There must be dust in your eyes, because that's the most ridiculous thing I've heard in all my years of living."

"If he's got dust in his eyes, mine must be caked."

Both dwarves turned at the familiar voice.

Mimir greeted them both as he was placed on the dinner table.

Kratos strolled forward. He looked to be deep in thought. He unsheathed his blades and gave them to Brok for upgrades.

"Ah, Kratos." Sindri greeted. Atreus followed into the house soon after, "And Atreus! Welcome back! How was the mission?" Sindri asked nervously, hoping that the subject of you and him would be dropped.

"Fine." Kratos answered simply.

"Unlike your love life, it would appear." Mimir teased.

Sindri frowned, shoulders tensing, "There is no love life."

"There could be!" Mimir added jovially.

Atreus raised an eyebrow at the two, settling his gaze on Sindri's slumped frame, “Who's this about?" The young teen hadn't heard anything about Sindri having a love. This was his first time hearing anything.

"No one!" Sindri blurted just as Brok and Mimir answered over him simultaneously, "(Y/N)."

The germaphobe dwarf's composure drooped even more. This entire situation was hopeless, it seemed. There was no use denying it.

"Who's (Y/N)?" Atreus asked.

"A woman that my lovesick brother's been in love with since the World Tree came to be." Brok explained, working diligently on Kratos' blades, "Every time she comes 'round, his pheromones stink up the place!"

Sindri jumped at that, mouth gaping, "Pheromones?! Brok, that's just ridiculous! Don't say that in front of them!" He scolded, sighing tiredly when all he got back as an answer was a laugh.

He walked over to the dinner table with a long sigh and sat down, "It's true though... I've... liked (Y/N) for a very long time now... but it wouldn't work."

"Ohh, what makes you say that?" Mimir asked confusedly.

From what he understood, both of you had mutual feelings for each other. So, why was Sindri now saying that it wouldn't work?

After a few moments of silence, Sindri answered, "I... I can't touch her... Every time I try...I..." His voice wobbled, "I get too overwhelmed... We can't have a relationship like that. It wouldn't work."

How could he truly show his love for you if his fears overshadowed them?

"You'd rather wallow in regret?" Kratos asked rhetorically. He sat down at the dinner table across from the dwarf, a serious look on his face, "Do you truly love this woman?" Sindri nodded feverishly, "Then go to her. Tell her how you feel. If she feels for you just as much, both of you will find a way."

Sindri stayed quiet for a moment, deep in thought from Kratos' words.

Maybe he was right. He should just confess to you.

The worst thing you could say was no.

Or go in for a kiss... He would probably vomit if you did. He almost gagged just from the thought.

Standing tall, Sindri thanked Kratos and made way for the door. He needed to tell you right now.

Just as he left out his home, the realm door glowed briefly and you passed through it. You dusted your clothes off from nonexistent dust and looked up, visibly brightening when you saw Sindri standing just a few feet away.

"Sindri!" You called out happily, practically gliding your way over, "It’s been so long! How have you been? I'm sorry for not coming sooner," You rambled, “Some things came up that I had to take care of."

The dwarf waved away the apology, "No, don't be sorry! I'm just really-" He gulped, feeling his stomach drop suddenly, "I'm really happy to see you, (Y/N)."

"Me too. Let's go inside! I want to see Brok!" You told him, beginning to walk towards his home.

Sindri whipped around, sprinting in front of you with his arms out, "Wait! Wait, (Y/N)!" You stopped, staring at him with raised eyebrows. His fiddled his gloved fingers together and took a deep breath, "There's something… important I need to tell you."

You nodded understandably, “As do I, you go first.”

He took another deep breath, mentally preparing himself.

He opened his mouth and then closed it.

He repeated the action multiple times and you squinted at him.

“Sindri, are you okay?” You asked slowly.

The dwarf could feel his confidence melting away. His head lowered and his gaze was now downcast.

Why couldn’t he get any of his words out? Why was confessing so hard to do?

How did you fall in love with someone like him?

You seemed to somehow understand his inner turmoil and stepped forward slightly. You kept your eyes on everything but Sindri as you spoke, “Sindri… I think I know what you’re going to say.” You said.

Sindri looked up at you, “Really?”

“Yes. And I feel the same way. You’re someone special to me.”

Sindri brightened at the wording, “You’re special to me too.” That was much easier to say than ‘I love you’ yet it felt just as powerful.

You both sat in a comfortable silence, glancing into one another’s eyes every so often.

“Are you really okay with this?” Sindri asked you carefully, “Even if I can’t touch you?”

“Of course I’m okay with this, Sindri. We can find other ways to love each other. I know we can.”

And you both did.

Sindri was able to build a special pair of bracelets with a special stone for you both to wear that would send gentle vibrations to the other whenever tapped.

Thankfully, Sindri found that he could use it as a loophole to kiss you, bringing the bracelet to his lips whenever he had the chance.

You’d feel it vibrate against your wrist and then bring it to your lips, returning the kiss back to Sindri.

That was how you both said good morning, good night and most importantly;

I love you.

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Whether you're wielding Kratos' Leviathan Axe or solving ancient mysteries with Nathan Drake, these games keep you hooked. Xbox Must-Haves On the Xbox side, Halo Infinite and Gears 5 take the spotlight. With thrilling combat and gripping narratives, these games redefine what it means to be a hero. Oh, and did we mention the multiplayer modes? Because they’re legendary. Switch Standouts Nintendo Switch may not scream "action," but don’t underestimate it. The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild combines exploration with combat like no other. And for something quirky yet action-packed, give Bayonetta 3 a whirl. 2. Role-Playing Games (RPGs): Dive into Another World Sometimes, you want more than just a game—you want an experience. RPGs let you build characters, explore expansive worlds, and make choices that shape your journey. PlayStation’s RPG Gems The PS5 is a haven for RPG enthusiasts. 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[tatarthekaiju-blog]

(As you can probably see, I have a soft spot for family fics 🥺 I'm giving Heimdall a happy family, particularly Kratos and his two children)

Kratos had always been a powerful and feared Spartan king, but there was one thing that softened his heart - his two precious children, Atreus and Calliope. After years of being alone, he found love in the form of the beautiful and gentle Heimdall.

As they walked hand-in-hand through the palace gardens, Kratos felt a sense of pride as he introduced his new spouse to his little ones. Atreus and Calliope looked up at Heimdall with wide eyes, amazed by his grace and kindness.

Without hesitation, they both ran towards him, calling out 'mama' excitedly. Heimdall felt his heart fill with warmth as he scooped them up into his arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of love for these two precious souls that had captured his heart.

Later that evening in the castle halls, Heimdall sat down to braid Calliope's hair, per her request. He finished the final braid, and stepped back to admire his handiwork. Calliope spun around, admiring herself in the mirror. She giggled with delight and gave him a hug.

'Thank you so much, mama! I feel like a princess!' she exclaimed.

Heimdall smiled lovingly at her and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. 'You are a princess, my dear. A beautiful, brave, and kind princess.'

Kratos watched from afar, feeling a swell of pride in his heart at the sight of his family. He remembered how lonely he had felt after the loss of his wives. Likewise, Heimdall didn't want to be in solitude for the sake of his manipulative father, spending a life devoid of love and happiness. Now with each other and their two children, their lives are much better than before.

As Calliope twirled around in her new hairstyle, Atreus entered the room. He grinned at his sister and ran over to her. 'Wow, your hair looks amazing!' he looked at Heimdall 'Can you do my hair too, ma?'

Heimdall laughed and ruffled Atreus' hair. 'Of course, little warrior. Let's get started!'

I also imagine about Kratos's child with Heimdall before and your idea is so adorable! Especially with Calliope. (My Idea was like Heimdall would be surprised with how did Kratos treat his beloved daughter so gently. Not like with his son.)

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Just got back from “Thor: Love and Thunder”. Overall, I thought it was a solid movie. Nothing groundbreaking, but I had a blast at the theaters. It was like a heavy metal music video but as a movie, which works due to music choices. For a grade...let’s say a solid B? It’s a perfectly fine movie and it leaves you wanting more.

Some other, random observations:

1) I did not expect “Sweet Child O’Mine” to actually be a spoiler for the movie.

2) Christian Bale definitely stole this movie. There was just something so eerie about his performance. His character was like Pennywise meets Kratos. 

3) I liked how the theme of love vs. hatred was used throughout the movie. For example, you have a character like Gorr, the embodiment of hatred, who lives in a realm that’s devoid of color. While an interesting stylistic choice, this also plays into the theme of love and hatred since Gorr started losing his color once he gave into his hatred.  

4) The guy playing Hercules looks almost exactly like the character in the comics. Good casting there. 

5) I was not expecting an actual ass shot from Chris Hemsworth. I thought there was going to be a funny way of censoring him, but no. It’s surprising that Disney would give the okay on that scene.

6) You can tell that Natalie Portman isn’t used to acting as an action hero. There was a certain stiffness to her acting, like she wasn’t playing to her usual strengths. Honestly, even though her acting was a little stiff, it worked for the character since this was Jane Foster’s first time as a superhero. 

7) The screaming goats gag was so stupid, but I laughed every time it happened. I don’t know, there’s something about goats screaming that just cracks me up.

[roguerambles]

Secrets in the Garden

God of War - Kratos x Female!Reader

Warnings - 18+ Only. The Olympians being dicks, because they really take the cake in GOWverse.

So, I finally started God of War (2018) I know I’m so behind haha. I watched a playthrough years ago but never did one myself until now, and I haven’t played the original games in years. But it’s reawoken my love for Kratos, the angry disaster man.

I definitely plan on getting to Norse Era!Kratos, but for now I wanted to give Greek Era!Kratos a little attention. There’s a general lack of Kratos thirst and this must be remedied--

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You hated the Gardens of Atlantis.

You had adored them once. You were a lesser goddess of the seas, not meant as a figure of influence in the games of power among the Olympians and their lot. When you were appointed as a handmaiden to Amphitrite upon her marriage to Poseidon, you had delighted in living in the King of the Seas domain, blown away by the majesty and splendour of the city. But the gardens were special, filled with flowers and coral, specimens only found in the deepest corners of the oceans that even the gods had never seen.

Amphitrite was a gentle enough mistress, but Poseidon seemed to find your enthusiasm charming, and patiently indulged your many questions on the contents of his garden. You had been embarrassed and somewhat pleased that a god of his status took the time to chat with his wife’s handmaiden. You sat with him at feasts and walked with him in the mornings, and he entertained you with tales of his exploits during the Great War and the antics of his siblings on Olympus. Soon you saw more of him than of his wife.

You do not know if it was naivety or foolishness or some trick of Aphrodite, but you saw nothing wrong with your relationship with the King. Even as he began showering you with gifts, murmuring compliments in your ear, his hand on your hip during walks, Amphitrite’s bright smile turning nervous and brittle, all you saw was your mistress’s husband being pleasant.

Your morning walks in those lovely gardens became evening trysts, the flowers and vines seeming to shift and move to become obscuring curtains, the coral turning soft and plush as any bed, the waters that flowed noisily through the gardens swallowing the sounds of you coupling with your lady’s husband. Even then you were oblivious, your mind focused solely on pleasure, everything else seeming distant and unimportant.

Poseidon moved your chambers closer to his, dressed you in jewels and transparent silks, spending his nights in your bed, murmuring he’d never slept so sweetly as he did in your embrace. All the while, Amphitrite said nothing. All the while, you saw nothing wrong, as though you walked some hazy, pleasant dream.

The spell did not break until the day Poseidon placed his wife’s crown on your head, the day he swore before Zeus and declared you his Queen, reality crashing over you like a cruel, cold wave, but by then it was far, far too late. Hera scoffed and drank from her chalice, Ares and Hermes laughed and laughed, Persephone looked at you with some mix of scorn and pity. Aphrodite smirked at you from behind her hand, her handmaidens giggling at her sides.

No one spoke of Amphitrite.

-

The Gardens you had once adored were a bitter place now, but it was the only place in Atlantis you were mostly left on your own. You wished you could reclaim the way you had felt about them, find some way to make them feel yours once more. But it was impossible.

Poseidon was on Olympus for some meeting with Zeus and Hades. There had been upheaval among the Olympians since the fall of Ares, but whether that was what he was there for, you could not say. The King of the Seas seldom saw fit to tell you anything that was not some empty compliment, or a pretext to summon you to his bed. You chose to simply enjoy his absence as best you could.

“…Your Grace.”

You glanced up. One of your handmaidens had entered the garden, her expression tight, her hands clenched anxiously in front of her.

“Yes?” You doubted Poseidon had returned already – his meetings with his brothers were long and loud, and he usually returned in a foul temper that shook the walls of the palace.

“It…” She peered at you nervously, glancing quickly over her shoulder as though expecting something to come running up behind her. “Lord Kratos is here!”

What?

You glanced up at her, startled. You had met the newly crowned God of War only a handful of times since his ascension. You knew him better by reputation, rumours whispered in the halls of Olympus. He had slain Ares in revenge for the murders of his wife and daughter, tricked into using his own hands for the deed. He was a fearsome warrior, a brutal killer, soaked in blood and ashes. His name was spoken in hushed whispers, on Olympus and Atlantis both.

“…send him here.”

She cringed nervously, but obeyed, and scurried away. You tried to think what Kratos could want, and you waited, toying with the helm of your dress. The doors quickly opened once more, and you looked up to see Lord Kratos enter the Gardens.

He was a striking man, in every sense of the word. Tall and muscled, his body a perfect sculpture of a Spartan warrior. His expression was cold and severe, his eyes sharp and piercing. You could understand why many trembled in his shadow, but you could also understand the salacious whispers. The Gods were as alluring as they were powerful, and nobody could deny Kratos was a powerful man.

Kratos said nothing as he approached, his frown deepening the closer he got. You cleared your throat, and forced a polite smile onto your face. “Greetings, Lord Kratos. Welcome to Atlantis—"

“I have business with Poseidon.”

You sighed, lowering you head slightly. At least you did not have to dwell on pleasantries. “He is not here.”

The Spartan looked even more displeased. “Poseidon sent word I was to meet him here.”

You had no idea what Kratos and your husband could possibly have to talk about. Poseidon had precious little good to say about Kratos, and you found it difficult to imagine him being summoned for a visit. “He is on Olympus, as far as I am aware.”

Kratos’s glare would have killed Medusa herself where she stood. “I am in no mood for games.” His tone was accusatory, and it made you bristle, somewhat indignantly.

“Nor am I.” You snapped back, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. “Perhaps you misunderstood the message.”

Kratos looked vaguely insulted at the thought of making such a basic error. “I did not.”

“Then perhaps Poseidon simply wanted to waste your time.” It was a petty move even by Poseidon’s standards, but you put little past him. “You would need to ask him.”

Kratos’s expression darkened, and while you were certain it probably should have unnerved you, you found yourself admiring the Spartan’s profile in the light, his strong nose and sharply defined collarbones, the mountainous broadness of his shoulders.

“—I require the Shell.”

“What?” You were shook out of your thoughts by Kratos’s voice. He frowned at you, and you felt your face flush, startled at the turn of your thoughts. “Apologies, I…the Shell?”

“Poseidon’s Conch Shell.” Kratos repeated, his fingers flexing impatiently around his Blades – you noticed the movement rippled upwards, drawing attention to the strong swell of his biceps. “I require it.”

“…why?”

Kratos did not answer. He simply stared at you, frown firmly in place. You found yourself staring at the fullness of his lips, and by the Fates, you were blushing.

“Poseidon likely carries it with him.” You cleared your throat, reluctantly tearing your eyes away from him. “You will need to go to him. Or wait until he returns.”

Kratos muttered something under his breath, his expression thunderous. You glanced at the fountain in the Gardens centre, vaguely noticing the secluded spots Poseidon used to hide you in around it. You cringed thinking of those days, but Kratos’s presence at your back seemed to spark something. You found yourself picturing those warm, secluded spaces, the God of War between your thighs—

Fates—

“Are you even listening?”

You were torn roughly from your fantasies by Kratos’s booming voice. You turned to him dazedly, feeling yourself flush once more under his intense gaze. “I’m sorry, I….”

“I have no time for this.” He snapped, and turned abruptly, clearly to leave. Your eyes landed on his broad back, the exquisite musculature shifting with every movement, and in an instant your mind was made up. 

“Lord Kratos, wait.”

Kratos paused, casting an impatient glare over his shoulder.

“Poseidon will return eventually.” Hopefully not for a long time. You rose from your seat, tilting your head upwards slightly. “You are welcome to wait with me until he does.”

“I have no time for—” Kratos began, his voice harsh, and you grasped the buckle of your cloak, tugging it open and letting it fall around your feet, leaving your bare body exposed.

Kratos’s voice halted, and you could not help but be pleased at the genuine surprise on his face, his eyebrows shooting upwards in a way that was almost comical.

You smiled, lifting a hand to play with your necklace, a spark of excitement flaring within you as Kratos’s eyes followed your movement, trailing slowly over your body. “Make time.”

For a moment, Kratos was still as stone. Then you caught it, the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth, the smallest crack in his perpetually severe expression. He turned fully and began striding back towards you, purpose in his gaze, and heat flared tight in your belly as he closed in on you.

“Wait—” You held up a hand, glancing quickly around. Kratos paused, his gaze firmly on you, and you barely resisted the impulse to throw caution to the wind and have him take you right there. “Follow me.”

Your handmaiden had not returned, nor had any other servants, but you did not want interruptions. You stepped away from the fountain, heading deeper into the gardens, Kratos’s slow footfalls at your back. You felt his eyes burning on, trailing flames over your form, and a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

You ducked into a small natural alcove, coral and vines and blooms sprawling inside. You exhaled, and the Garden sprung to life around you.

The vines tangled together behind Kratos as he approached, closing you both in the space together. He was so close now, the power radiating from his broad, muscled frame almost tangible. You wanted to reach out, to run your hands over his shoulders, down his chest and toned abdomen, sculpted to perfection, like a statue come to life. Perhaps it showed in your face, as that small smirk tugged at Kratos’s lips again, and you felt your face grow hot.

“You are still dressed.” You found your voice, lifting your chin high, keeping your gaze level with Kratos’s own.

“I am.” Kratos replied, simply, his eyes slipping from yours to trail slowly over your naked form. Your arms stuttered at your sides, reflectively moving to cover yourself, but you forced them still, nervous excitement beginning to crackle in your veins.

“Take it off.” You tried to sound as commanding as possible. You were a Queen, after all. “All of it.”

Kratos looked faintly amused. It was an odd expression for the God of War, but you found you rather liked the way it shaped his face. He did as you bid him, moving with an almost casual air, his armoured pauldron falling to the ground with a dull thud, his gauntlets slipping from his hands and dropping on top with a noisy clank. Kratos did not wear many layers to begin with, but you found your throat turning dry as his strong, nimble fingers began undoing his belt—

Sweet blessed Eros—

Kratos kicked his belt aside, his body now as bare as your own. His eyes met yours, his smirk more pronounced, and he stood tall and still, like a soldier for inspection.

“Do I please you?” 

There was an undeniable note of smugness in the Spartan’s voice, clearly enjoying your reaction. You felt your face flush again, but found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the way Kratos’s body moved, the way he towered over you.

Broad shoulders leading down to thick, powerful arms, large hands that could break a man in half, strong, toned thighs, and wide chest, full pectorals your fingers itched to roam over. Muscles rippled with every movement, flexing and contracting in perfect harmony. His lips, normally a harsh line, looked full and inviting, and you found yourself wondering how they would taste on yours.

You licked your lips, forcing your gaze back to Kratos’s eyes. There was a growing heat in them, one that grew as they ran over your form, the sight igniting a spark of heat deep in your belly. Kratos possessed a brutish, almost cruel beauty, but it was beauty nonetheless.

“I don’t know.” You spoke finally. You lifted a hand, slowly, cautiously, until your fingers lightly brushed the toned planes of his abdomen. He inhaled a sharp, quiet breath, his gaze growing hotter as your palm softly slid upwards. “Will you?”

Kratos made a deep, rumbling noise. It took you a moment to register it was a laugh. His large – large – hand suddenly grasped you waist, yanking you hard against his chest. You gasped, your hands splayed against his chest, the heat of his skin fierce enough to burn. Something hot and hard and big pressed against your hip, and fire began to spill in your gut as you looked up to meet Krato’s burning gaze.

“Yes.” He answered, his voice a low, rough promise.

The back of your knees bumped into the soft coral, Krato’s warm, rough palm sliding from your waist to your thigh as you fell backwards. His hips slid between your thighs, his other hand stroking up your side, guiding you into place. You gasped and arched, the solid, heated muscle of his body suddenly so close sending a pulse of anticipation through you.

“Kratos—” His name tumbled from your lips as a gasp, his large, powerful body between your thighs scattering your thoughts in a sharp burst of flame. Kratos made a deep, pleased noise in his chest, leaning down to press his lips against the racing pulse point of your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, making you gasp and arch against him, your hands grasping his shoulders.

“Hmmmm…” Kratos’s body shook slightly. You realised after a few seconds he was laughing. You flushed, digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulders. He hissed slightly, a flash of naked lust painting his face, and you wrapped your legs tight around his waist, pushing with all your might until he rolled onto his back, you perched on top of him.

He let you, undoubtedly, from the way his eyes darkened deliciously at the sight of you on top of him told you, the way his hands roamed up your sides, coming to cup your breasts, his thumb teasing your nipple. A soft moan escaped you, his touch igniting your skin. He growled, leaning upwards, his mouth pressing hot, opened mouth kisses against your chest, and you whined, bucking on top of him.

His hand slid over your waist, and you felt his arousal, inches away from your centre. Kratos groaned, his hips angling, your fingers digging into your flesh—

“Kratos.” You reached down to brush your fingers against the sharp edge of his jaw. He startled, eyes snapping to yours, and for a moment you thought he might pull away. “I want to watch.” The words tumbled out, the pad of your thumb brushing against the fullness of his lip. “I want to watch your face.”

Kratos stared at you, frozen, his hips stilling. His grip tightened, almost painfully, but he remain still, something blazing in his eyes. You feared you crossed some sort of line, but before you could find words, his large hands were sliding over your hips, guiding you downwards, his hot flesh meeting your slick centre.

A gasp spilled from your lips, your back arched, your entire body quivering at the jolt of sensation. Kratos growled under his breath, his abdomen flexing and contracting, his gaze firmly on yours with the intensity of fire. Your hands grasped at his shoulders, nails digging into thick muscle, and Kratos snapped his hips upwards, filling you so fully and suddenly you cried out, bucking in his grip.

Merciful fucking Eros—

“Hold.” Kratos hissed through gritted teeth, hands, rough and large and strong, gripped your thighs, holding them at either side of his waist. His breathing quickened, the powerful muscle of his arms tight and flexing. You ran your hands down his chest and up again, fire spilling deep in your belly at the feeling of his body so close but closer you wanted him closer.

“Kratos.” You gasped his name, arching your hips, needing him to move, needing him deeper. “Kratos, please—” You caught the faintest flutter in his eyelids, the slightest bucking of his hip in response to yours, a groan sounding from somewhere deep in his chest. The cracks in his control made your blood boil deliciously, your hands grabbing his shoulders, squeezing as you pushed further against him. “Kratos—!”

“Hold.” He spoke louder and more firmly, pulling you roughly against him. His palm touched your face, firm yet surprisingly gentle as his gaze met yours. You startled, staring at him, his gaze locked on yours.

“…hold.” He spoke again, his thumb flickering against your cheekbone, the faintest caress. He said nothing else, but pulled you upwards, holding you so you were face to face, your chest flush with his.

Warmth flooded your cheeks, and other places, and You breathed out, nodding shakily, hands gripping his wide shoulders. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, his hips began to move, and a gasp fell from your lips as fire burned deep, every movement making your nerves sing.

“Kratos…!”

He growled under his breath, lips parting, his hands gripping your thighs as he rolled his hips, once, twice, over and over, each thrust sending lightning searing through your body. Heat, blazing white hot heat bloomed low in your belly, tendrils licking rapidly upwards making you writhe and cry out. “Kratos…! Kratos—!”

Kratos hissed, his back going rigid, his hips stuttering to a brief halt, before his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you roughly down, hips snapping up and down, fast and brutal, a deep, guttural roar spilling from his lips as pleasure began to overwhelm him. The delicious v of his hips shifting with every thrust, the muscles of his abdomen clenching with every movement. The sight and sensations made your stomach clench, and something burst within you, spilling flames everywhere.

“Kratos—!” Your voice rose to a shout, the world burning a sweet, blissful red, everything blurring to a haze has until all you could feel was Kratos’s body against yours. You threw your head back, a wordless scream of intense pleasure spilling from your lips as your climax crashed over you.

Kratos roared, his face buried between your breasts, his mouth hot against your skin, his hips bucking wildly until his own release hit, sending you both tumbling over the edge together.

-

You and Kratos made love for hours.

The rumours surrounding the God of War stamina had not exaggerated, and you were certain had it not been for your own divine nature you would have been utterly exhausted. Kratos was as determined a lover as he was a warrior, his sole focus seeming to be bringing you to pleasure, with an intensity that threatened to burn you from within.

You eventually collapsed into sweaty tangle of limbs, bodies aching and breathless, your head on Kratos’s chest, his heart thumping rapidly under your ear. His fingers trailed idly up and down your back, so idly you were not certain he was aware he was doing it. He said nothing as he stared up at the canopy, and you said nothing back, not wanting to break the strange, almost peaceful spell you both seemed to have fallen under.

“When will Poseidon return?” Kratos asked after a while, eyes still upwards. You sighed, and aimlessly trailed a fingertip up and down his abdomen, drawing nothings on his skin.

“I do not know. Days, maybe.”

“Hmmm.”

Kratos said nothing else. He rolled on top of you, lightning in his touch, his hips sliding between your thighs, and you both sank into each other once more.

-

Poseidon would return, days later, as you predicted.

He was surprised to find Kratos in his palace, in his Queen’s gardens, sipping ambrosia while you chatted pleasantly at him about the history of Atlantis. Kratos did not seem to be contributing much to the conversation, but he nodded along patiently, and Poseidon swears he almost catches a hint of a smile on the bloodthirsty Spartan’s face.

Poseidon had expected Kratos to leave, and eyes you suspiciously as he entered the Gardens. You smiled brightly and informed him Kratos had been waiting oh so patiently for him to return. He needed his Conch Shell.

Poseidon kept his shell in some temple or another, and bid Kratos should go there. The God of War simply nodded, and turned to leave the palace without a word to the King of the Seas. As he did, your eye met his, and you caught the faintest hint of a smirk, meant for you.

You returned to the Gardens, which felt a little more like yours once more.

[osovereign]

a  wise  man  once  said:  let  these  weary  bones  find  rest.  except  kratos  was  not  wise  nor  was  he  simply  a  man.  he  had  the  physique  of  a  man  still  within  his  prime  but  the  mind  of  an  ancient  that  had  outlived  anyone  he  had  ever  loved.  a  man  of  deep  tragedy ,  that  one  could  almost  laugh  at  the  irony.  every  step  for  the  past  few  months  was  aiding  him  in  getting  that  much  closer  to  redemption,  that  much  closer  to  a  holy  salvation.  however ,  these  feelings  where  precisely  why  the  last  stronghold  of  cruxis  found  himself  at  the  home  of  altessa,  a  dwarf  whom  once  aided  him  in  the  most  inhumane  atrocities. however ,  what  kratos  did  not  expect  to  see  was  a  certain  pink-haired  young  women  who  was  so  much  like  and  unlike  himself.  a  body  that  is  young  seeming  but  a  mind  that  was  very  old.  presea  was  someone  that  he  never  spoke  much  with  during  the  journey  but  other  than  the  chosen—no,  colette  and  his  son,  lloyd.  but,  did  he  really  speak  to  others  in  the  group  much  at  all?  but  mayhap  he  should’ve  (  after  his  truth  was  brought  to  light  /  after  his  betrayal  ):  this  makeshift  home  mixed  with  workshop  was  the birthing  ground  to  their  shared  tragedy  (  granted,  all  was  a  result  of  his  prior  cowardice  ):  for  kratos  it  was  also  the  genesis  of  him  trying  to  right  the  mistakes  of  yesteryear.  the  fragmented  pieces  the  former  seraphim  was  desperately  trying  to  once  again  fit  back  together.

❝  presea,  you  have  been  well  i  hope. ❞  the  vernacular  rolls  off  his  tongue  like  blood  fell  from  the  mouth  of  a  hunters  first  kill—sloppy  and  with  no  real  care.  one  might  even  say  his  words  tasted  as  long  gone  babylon  from  his  lips  to  the  wind.  awaited  retribution  needed  to  be  finished  on  aselia  before  kratos  would  depart  on  derris-kharlan  (  even  he  doubted  he’d  ever  once  again  walk  amongst  the  same  soil  of his  love  and  his  blood  ):  what  better  place  to  start  than  with  someone  that  was  affected  oh  so  devastatingly  by  his  actions. ❝  how  can  one  hope  to  correct  infractions  if  they  do  not  begin  where  they  began? ❞  her  voice  is  as  a  soulless  chosen  upon  the  great  seed’s  zephyr.  he  deserves  the  detachment  and  the  emotionless  courtesy  that  kratos  knows  she  is  only  showing  out  of  happenstance  and  not  from  duty.  his  purpose  to  the  group  was  over  with,  one  of  his  greatest  joys  and  failures  laid  to  rest  beneath  the  gravel  of  tattered  broken  bodies  and  several  millennia  of  playing  god:  of  toying  with  people’s  lives.  ❝  i  had  business  to  discuss  with  altessa  before  my  departure  with  derris-kharlan. ❞

he  is  hesitant  to  continue,  how  did  one  even  begin  to  fix  what  had  been  shattered  centuries  upon  centuries  ago?  how  does  one  even  begin  to  apologize  (  kratos  knew  best  and  ‘im sorry’  could  not  and  would  not  fix  everything  ):  however,  he  did  not  expect  to  be  forgiven  nor  did  the  ancient  hero  of  yore  expect  any  sort  of  calmness,  in  fact  if  presea  wanted  to throw  her  axe  upon  his  flesh  then  he  would  allow  it—it  wasn’t  like  kratos  couldn’t  block  out  the  pain  or  heal  faster  than  she  could  damage  him—just  as  he  felt  relief  from  killing  kvar  in  cold  blood  after  over  a  decade  of  sorrow,  if  presea  combatir  choose,  kratos  would  gladly  let  her  scar  and  tear  into  his  flesh  (  like  a  deceived  young  women,  like  a  very  wronged  child  ):  unyet  he  knew  she  could  never  give  into  such  rage,  even  if  they  both  knew  he  deserved  not  the  slightest  of  mercies. ❝  i— ❞  but  the  words  catch  in  his  throat  and  he  isn’t  properly  sure  how  to  articulate  them.  one  hand  is  holding  onto  the  doorknob  to  altessa’s  and  the  other  is  metaphorically  grasping  at  the  opportunity  to  properly  bestow upon presea — and  by  extension  alicia ,  the  repentance  the  sisters  are  long  overdue.  ❝  how  do  the  repairs  in  ozette  fair? ❞  but  of  course  kratos  knew  exactly  how  the  repairs  where  doing,  he  could  be  on  another  continent  and  if  he  wanted,  could  hone  in  on  such  a  precise  conversion  happening  two  land  masses  away.  it  just  gave  him  a  moment  more  to  best  collect  his  thoughts:  how  to  best  handle  the  tragedy  called  presea  combatir  with  immense  care.

— @osovereign

Ever since the birth of tree Lloyd named Yggdrasil the world had changed in many ways - topically, of course, Tethea’lla and Sylvarant combined so that Presea could make the journey to see Colette on foot if she liked, and in ideals too as people came together.

That is what she has heard, in any case; for Presea, in the months following the birth of this tree and the ushering in one the new world little has changed. She had been invited to live in Iselia a number of times but she cannot leave Ozette, something perhaps only Regal understands — and she cannot bring herself to leave Altessa either, something she herself does not even understand.

(She does not want him to die before she has learned how to forgive. This is the one thing Presea knows to be true.)

She keeps in contact with Colette, and through Colette learns of the others. Regal too has been visiting with plans to help revitalize Ozette and Presea, if not grateful, is willing to work with him for that cause.

There is another traveling partner she had worked with similarly. A being of Cruxis she had not thought about until she found him on Altessa’s doorstep.

"Kratos," she says - (only later does she realize her tone for this conversation has changed to how the others told her she had sounded all those years poisoned by her exsphere; clipped, monotone, emotionless.)

"Why are you here?" But it is no accusation. She is genuinely curious. What does the world look like to a man like him?