#RoR Jataka x Reader

[bones4thecats]

Hello! Hello!

I hope you are doing well and have had a good month so far!

So I was thinking of the candy bucket prompt where we (oc) eat too much candy with Buddha and jataka. I thought it might be funny since Buddha is a professional candy eater

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➸ Candy-Monsters; Buddha and Jataka

Characters: Buddha and Jataka A/N: I've had a tiring month, with some issues popping their ugly heads in here and there, but overall, it's been good for the past couple days. The requests will be coming out slower than anticipated, but writing takes some time, right? Anyways, enjoy @15krixa15. ➥ Summary: A long night of candy-hunting comes to a sickening end with your husband and good-friend.

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╚═════ Buddha and Jataka ═══════════════════════╝

🍭🌻 When you introduced the concept of Halloween to these two, you were shocked by how interested Jataka was. Of course, you knew Buddha would just look at you and immediately ask how much he could have

🍭🌻 It was entertaining helping the two pick out their outfits as well. You had to analyze the two of them for days to find out how they move around and how they act. With that information, you had three costumes made

🍭🌻 Buddha, was that night known as the Enlightened Rabbit, Jataka was the sweet Rose-Ringed Parakeet, and you were the beautiful Indian Peafowl. Quite the trio if I do say so myself

🍭🌻 You were out for a long while. Since Jataka and you were human spirits and Buddha was a deity, you guys could go quite some time without rest. Out of you three, Buddha, unsurprisingly, obtained the most candy

🍭🌻 He laughed as he ran inside of your home. Jataka just sighed and smiled as he followed beside you. His distant relative certainly didn't change after he passed away all those years ago

🍭🌻 Buddha had kept laughing as he sat down in one of the beanbag chairs you had in your main room, rummaging through his bucket for who knows what. Jataka waited for you to come in, like the amazing husband he was

🍭🌻 Gently unwrapping your belt that held the peacock feathers behind you, you laid the bucket of treats you gathered on the table beside the previous King's. You and Buddha knew that he wasn't going to eat as much as was brought, he didn't have a huge sweet tooth

🍭🌻 You laid the more delicate parts of your costume to the side and picked up the buckets to walk to the main room with Jataka to check in on Buddha. Both of your eyes widened to see him organizing the candies, not only by flavors, but by the brands. He may not seem like it, but he could be picky with the candy he eats

🍭🌻 Buddha narrowed his eyes as he picked up a group of the candy and unwrapped them all before plopping them all in his mouth, which shocked you. He could eat so much sugar at once without any kind of hazard. He really was a medical wonder sometimes

🍭🌻 Jataka chuckled and sat down with you, one of his arms wrapped around your waist as you reached in and began to eat some of the candies you had, occasionally handing Jataka some when you knew he'd like to have it

🍭🌻 It was only a half-hour later that Jataka was holding your hair away from your face while you leaned over the toilet. You had eaten nearly an entire container's worth of sweets, and they did not sit well in your stomach to say the least. It went from a tiny ache to puking-danger in the matter of a couple minutes

🍭🌻 Buddha was watching from the counter of the sink. In one had was your sweets, while the other was shoving them into his mouth as you emptied your stomach of every sugary-food that night

"I warned you about eating that much sugar, dear." Jataka said.

"Yeah." Buddha mumbled while chewing his food. "Besides, nobody can beat me in a candy-eating contest."

🍭🌻 You raised your head, glaring at the God with annoyance and a silent warning of if he said another word, you'd end him. Your husband smiled and gave you some words of comfort as you began to calm down from the headache-causing issue

"I still love you, Y/N."

"Love ya' too, Jataka." You smiled, making Jataka lay his head on yours.

[justcressida]

Hc and thoughts for jataka (record of Ragnarok)

He's my top favorite

MY KİNG

Note: Yes... If I died it would be because of this hot thing

Jataka is always a humble person. He met you when the pressure on him to be a humble, kind, intelligent King was killing him day by day.

It is possible to say that he is partially depressed. He often wondered what he was living for and often had sleepless nights, taking on the responsibility of not just one person but thousands of people.

Love wasn't on him 'to do' list, though. He feels an excitement similar to that of a high school girl, and he doesn't hesitate to show it.

He does not hesitate to ask for her hand in marriage. He is the best man you could ever have, he would even bring down the sky for you if you wanted.

He'd be willing to lose thousands for you, he knows he should feel guilty, but the moment you hug him, all the uncomfortable feelings disappear. You have an effect on him like a drug to which he is addicted.

Most people thought he was doing magic or something- Jataka's devotion is quite high. Not even a female fly flies in the palace.

Yeah... He's got those damn puppy dog ​​eyes.

You used to get along well with Buddha, if Jataka is his older brother, you are his older sister, yet he does his best to embarrass you both at every opportunity because Jataka's lovestruck looks are quite funny.

[15krixa15]

@praisethesuuun

It's your fault you know what you did

Lmao

[telvess]

Reader who is sick similar to jataka

Since you didn't specify, I assumed I could write whatever came to my mind + sorry to disappoint you, but Jataka isn't a character that I know how to write.

RoR: Comforting a sick Reader (Jataka, Herakles)

Jataka

Prince Jataka was dying. People never spoke the truth out loud for fear of incurring the king's wrath, but everyone knew his days were numbered. Countless doctors were brought to the palace to find, but none of them were successful. One of them was your father, whom you recently came with, swearing that he would not fail to save the life of beloved prince. But you knew he lied: the prince wasn’t the one he wanted to save, but the path to his destination - to save you, because you were dying too; same symptoms, same fate as the prince. Your father couldn’t accept this, so he took you with him to a place, where money or other limitations didn’t exist. Six months have passed since you arrived. Occasional attacks of illness became more and more frequent, but apart from that you couldn’t complain about life in the palace. You were heading towards your father’s private chambers where he was working on a cure. You wanted to spend some time with him, even if you knew he couldn’t spare you much of it. You sneaked in, planning a surprise attack on your father. But instead of him, you found someone else. The man stood with his back to you, his long white hair was loose. He leaned towards your father’s desk. You had never seen this person before and without second thought, you said out loud: — You should not be here! My father’s chambers are a private matter! The man turned to you, you saw no signs of anger on his gentle face. — I only meant to speak to him — he said in a calm voice that made your body fall apart. You’ve never seen this man up close, but you’ve heard his voice before. Prince Jataka. You just shouted at Prince Jataka. — P-prince! I… I am s-s-so sorry! — you fell to your knees, your face touching the floor, cursing your own stupidity. — It’s alright — you heard — You meant well. Arise. You didn't have the courage to look up, but you did as he said. Except your body didn’t want to listen to you. you staggered and felt dizziness hit your head in a sudden bout of sickness. Why now? Just when you thought you were going to fall, someone's hands grabbed your shoulders and helped you keep your balance. You looked up to see his concerned face. He was so close that you could see how blue his beautiful eyes were. Almost as bright as sky at noon. If it weren't for the circumstances, you would have stared at them much longer, but his unexpected act of kindness towards you made your cheek feel warm and brought you back to reality. — Are you all right? — he asked, his voice as gentle as his expression. — Y-yes, I’m sorry. He didn’t believe you. You were leaning on the table, struggling to act normal and prince Jataka saw through you and your pathetic lies. — Are you sick? — he pointed to the table — Your hand… You followed his finger and saw your hand tremble. One of the symptoms… — No, I-… no… At that moment you knew there was no point in lying, but your mind lacked any other option. You opened your mouth, then closed it again, feeling like a complete idiot. Then Prince Jataka smiled at you, but it was the kind of smile that didn't reach his eyes. It's just a sad gesture of understanding. He knew. — Your father is the most committed of all the doctors I know. I finally understood why. It's not about honours or money. Oh no, you accidentally sold your father out. Your heart sped up in a panic attack. — N-no! He really wants to cure you, my prince! — you assured with squeaky voice, but the prince only smiled at you again. To your surprise you didn’t sense any anger from him. — Don’t worry, I’m not upset. It’s just… this is the first time I meet someone like me, so let me ask you, who I share the same fate with… How are you handling it? He looked at you as you struggled to answer. You had a lot to say, but should you? You were worried that once you started, you wouldn’t be able to stop. If you torn down that wall, an ocean of words, emotions and fear would take over, and you weren’t sure if had enough strength to close it again. Your expression must have spoken for you very clearly, because Prince Jataka sighed.

— I'd hoped to avoid this, but — his voice became more authoritative — I demand an honest answer. You own it to your ruler. You swallowed hard and looked away. — Well, I… I’m dying. I wish my father would accept this and spend little time I’ve got left with me, but he believes he can save me. It’s not that I don’t appreciate his commitment and sacrifice. I just want to live before I die. And then there was silence. You did your best to hold back the tears, but your stupid heart was beating too loud to ignore. Whenever your father was in that moment, you really wanted him to come back right now, before you completely lost your mind. Finally you raised your head to met prince’s eyes. You didn’t know what his look meant and - in fact - you didn’t care, because compared to overwhelming emotions you felt right now, his opinion was small and fragile. You would never said that out loud. — You know — you flinched, hearing his calm voice again — Yesterday I said something very familiar to my cousin. He’s such a free spirit, acting out of his prestigious position, sometimes almost childish, but I can’t deny how much joy he has brought into my life — Prince Jataka smiled, this time for real, you could see the spark in his eyes — Anyway… I told him that I wish to see more than my palace and its gardens. More of a sky above us. More world. — B-but you can! You’re prince after all — you mumbled without thinking — Forgive me! My stupid tongue…! — you covered your mouth. — We all are prisoners of our lives — he said — I have wealth to fulfill my dream, but my responbilities hold me back. And you… you have your father right next to you, but he is too stubborn to give up. He was right - how ironic was that? Prince Jataka suddenly seemed to you not like royal man, but an average person. His smile, his gentle voice, his wisdom brought peace to your mind and for the first time today you also smiled. — Aren’t you… scared? — you asked quietly. — I would be lying if I said I don’t, but the closer I get to death, the calmer I feel. To your surprise, he placed his hand over yours, his long fingers touched your skin and sent some kind of spark down your spine. Your cheek got warm, as he curled his fingers around your wrist. — Your hand stopped shaking, but pulse is unstable — he said, withdrawing his hand. You didn’t know what to say, so you remained silent. — Thank you for your honesty. Let your father know I am looking for him. You watched his back as he left the chamber. A part of you wanted him to stay, but you weren't brave enough to say it out loud. Maybe in another time, in another life…

Herakles

Life in Thebes was difficult, to say at best. Especially for someone as fragile as you, who struggled your entire life because of the sickness. To survive in this place, you had to be strong or wealthy. You lacked both, even though your parents tried to provide you with a decent life, you still had days of hunger. But today wasn’t supposed to be bad. The baker, a man with kind heart, was giving away bread to the poor. It hadn’t happened before, and you - like many others - approached the small crowd, hoping for anything, even scraps. The sight of the others leaving with loaves made your stomach growl. — Out of my way! — someone pushed you, the force knocked you off your feet. You felt into dirt. — Ouch — you snarled in pain. You looked up just and saw some big boy your age, who seemed to be very proud of himself. He smirked at you. Next to him stood a tall and very skinny boy, obviously his friend, who was currently whispering something in his ear that both of them could giggle at. You recognized them. You stood up, dusted yourself off, and with anger rising in your chest, confronted both of them: — I was standing here! Big boy snorted. — You don’t need food — he said. — You look like you've already eaten a cow, if anybody doesn’t need it, it’s you! — you shouted at him. Father taught you not to be mean to others, but you were too angry to listen to your conscience. Big boy didn’t seem to be bother by your words anyway. — My father said you’ll be dead soon anyway. You… didn’t expect that. — Yeah — his tall friend replied with a nod — The only thing you gonna need is a funeral, so go and find a grave site! And then they both laughed loudly, watching you break inside. In one heartbeat your anger flew away, and all that remained was the devastating despair and fear of the unknown that had haunted you for months. It hit you like thunder and paralysed you for a moment, before you turned and started running, chased by their laugh. As you passed the streets, trying to escape the sad reality you lived in, you felt wetness on your cheeks and salt on the lips. Suddenly you found yourself on a hill, far from the city. Out of breath, you looked around, but besides flock of sheep in the distance, you didn’t see nobody else. You decided to get to the top of the hill and rest there, away from the others. You didn’t want to show your tears to your mother after all. — Why are you crying? — you heard and immediately raised your head. In front of you, at the top of the hill, stood a tall boy, no… a muscular man with black, long hair tied in a ponytail, who was now watching you carefully. You quickly wiped the tears and shouted: — I’m not!

An obvious lie, but you hoped the tone of your voice would scare him away. — Your eyes are swollen, I can tell something's wrong — he took a few steps closer, but when you started to walk away, he stopped. — It’s nothing, I just fell. — I see — he looked you up and down, you followed his gaze and saw your toga in decent shape, without any signs of falling — But I don’t believe you. Has anyone hurt you? — No… You turned you back on him and started walking away. You had to find somewhere else to clear your head before sunset, so you'd better hurry. You no longer heard the stranger oppose, so you allowed yourself to sigh in relief. But then you flinched when you felt his hand on your shoulder. How someone so big could move so fast? — Let go of me! — you shouted at him, jumping away. — Not until you tell me the truth. I will help you! — his voice sounded… no, maybe it was a matter of his unshakeable confidence? Something had snapped inside you and suddenly his face became smeared. You felt a taste of tears in your mouth. — You can’t help me — you sobbed, looking down at your feet — Nobody can. I’m sick… A terrible weight appeared on your heart, dragging down your thoughts, like a cast anchor. You couldn’t stop flowing tears, just like you couldn’t stop the fear from creeping under your skin. — Did you just find out? You raised your head to see man’s worried face. His blue eyes watched you carefully. — No… why? — his question confused you. — People usually react this way at the beginning, then they learn to accept it — he explained, but to your surprise, his face began to change: he frowned, his jaw clenched, — Which means someone has upset you. — They… — you started, but a new wave of sadness hit you. — I’m sorry — said stranger — I can’t help you, that’s true, but I can listen you. Tell me what happened. You wiped your eyes one more time. Doubts occurred in your head. — I don’t even know you. Why are you doing this? He blinked his eyes, only then realizing what you meant, and massaged his neck in a rush of embarrassment. — Ah, my apologies. My name is Alcides and I cannot ignore someone who is in need. And then he gave you such a soft, sincere smile that disarmed you. — Oh… — you mumbled, feeling unknown something growing in the chest — I’m y/n. — Would you like to sit with me? At the top of the hill, y/n? You wanted to, and then you started sharing everything you had been hiding for the past years. Things you thought you would have to take to your grave because they were just too hard for your parents and friends to listen to. You didn’t want them to deal with it, but the stranger you knew nothing about… he could handle that. — … and then his friend said I should start looking for a place for my grave… I didn’t know what to say, so I just ran away… Alcides sighed, You saw the muscles in his arm tense as he ran his fingers through his hair. Seeing his anger gave you a little joy. — I’ll take care of these two — he said, almost calmly. — You know them? — Yes, they've been causing trouble for as long as I can remember. Alcides looked at you and his expression soften a bit, which brought a smile to your face. — You know, it’s unusual to meet someone like you — you pointed with a finger at his naked, sculpted chest — who has such a kind heart. To your satisfaction, your words made Alcides' cheeks turn red. You giggled at his reaction, which only caused his blush deepen. — Are you happy? — he growled. — Yes, I feel much better! Thank you. Alcides only wanted to listen to you, but he ended up stealing your heart.

[15krixa15]

*Screams*

*foams at the mouth avatar style*

*Dies*

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[vandal-flower]

Silent Care

Ror men with reader who is deaf, or hard of hearing.

Requested Characters: Shiva, Buddha, Adam and a Bonus Character.

Notes: I'm sorry for not saying nish for like an entire month or more. And if this is ooc. 😔

Shiva

At first, he doesn't understand what you're doing when you communicate with him using sign language.

He's aware that some people are deaf or hard of hearing, but hasn't met someone who is.

One of the first things he asks you is if you can teach him. (My heart, my soul)

He's quite slow at first but gets good at it after a while.

He always remember to talk slowly, just so you could read his lips.

He introduces sign language to his family and pantheon. You told him he didn't have to, but he insisted.

He gets angry at those who act rude to you because of your condition.

But overall, he enjoys learning from you.

"So this hand sign means 'hello' right? Good, just want to make sure that I'm on the right track."

Buddha

This man...My heart can't.

He learnt sign language before he met you, but still decides to learn from you instead.

According to him, it's better to learn from you than anyone else.

You can't convince even if you try. (Just don't.)

Whenever the two of you are watching something, he always puts subtitles just for you.

He abuses the ability to use sign language against people, by saying the most horrendous things to people when using sign.

You often scold him, but there's no use since he always does it again.

Nonetheless, he is always there for you.

"What do mean what I did was absolutely vulgar, they deserved it."

Adam

I won't apologize for having bias for him.

Just like Buddha, he learns sign before he gets to know you, but is happy to learn from you.

He also gently corrects you, if you're wrong.

He knows how ignorant people are, *the gods*, about those who are hard of hearing or deaf.

So, he always defends should anyone acts rude to you.

He's ready to throw hands.

He is very proud of the fact that you prefer to use sign than using your phone to talk him or anyone.

Like Shiva, he teaches his family as well.

He tells his sons to personally take care of anyone who us rude to you.

"Just remember, I love you for who you are, okay?"

~•Bonus Character•~

Jataka

Oh, oh, oh. The most underrated man in this entire series.

At first, he's very concerned about your condition. When he learns that you do sign to communicate with others.

HE WANTS TO LEARN IT.

Not only is it a chance to get to know you better, but also a chance to learn a new skill.

A very fast learner. (I headcanon he taught Buddha sign language.)

When talking to you, he always uses sign. He thinks using phones stops one's progression in life. (Good advice right there 👏)

He's just so sweet, I CAN'T!

"Thank you for taking your time with me. I greatly appreciate it."

Take this as an apology letter from me. 😔😔

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Idk if your ask box is open or not but, (Jataka, Buddha, your choice)

[if its not open,I want your thoughts]

I feel like the out humans would trip out🤣

Adam would would cover us up lmao

Qin would absolutely kick everyone out of the room ect...

Loki might not have much control...

I feel like Thor would like this,

Lmao regardless have a god day/night📗🐍💚

It's not but I defo love this idea and this outfit. Jataka's so nice, he loves it, but it makes him sooooo shy. Love isn't a strong enough word- he's not sure any one word could encapsulate the full body shivers you gave him, the increasingly familiar feel of blood rushing south and the need to have you close to him all in one. So for now, he'll run his jaw sore telling you how good you look, and later, regretfully rub one out thinking about what he should have said.

As for Buddha? It's giving.... Eyes pop outta sockets, tongue rolls out of mouth, awooogaaaa- yk the works. He's downright obsessed, and boy does he let you know. Showing you off to everyone who will and won't listen, showering you in compliments and laying the flirting so heavy you might fall under the weight of it all. There's not a shameful bone in his body, and he shows you his least shameful one not too long later... Hehe<3

Thor is what I like to call perfect balance. He admires the coloring, the design, the sexiness of it and how confidently you wear it. He's not shy to tell you, but he's not borderline overbearing the way Buddha is, or reserved the way Jataka is. He admits rather freely that seeing you like that is doing things to him, but he rather show you just how much you affect him rather than speak it.

Now, I don't know much about the humans as I'm anime only (cough broke people problems) so I'll take your word on Qin. Adam walks around with a leaf over his damn crotch, I'll be damned if I let Mr Bare Ass tell me to cover up!!! But frfr, he'd probably be respectfully appreciative, viewing it less from a sexual standpoint and more from a "wow my partner is gorgeous in everything" view. And Loki....

Well, either you better find a private room quick or everyone in the area needs to evacuate, cause he's on go the moment he spots you. Id say there'd be no talking, but this S tier yapper won't shut up the entire time for sure. It's all compliments though!!! Very, very lewd compliments<3

Anyways goodnight/day to you too hon<3 and this seems like a great time to remind that I update my pinned with request info!! And fandoms I write for!!! Bye guys love youuuu

[15krixa15]

@mydisenchantedeulogy

Candy coated is so gd good

The world building is wonderful and has A+ potential

And Jataka is in it

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love. 

Tagged by: @mishwanders (thank you, hun). 🫂

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If there is one not listed, please let me know. I'd like to hear from my mutuals too. What was your favorite fic of mine? 

Reader inserts:

Candy Coated (Buddha)

The Bitter Truth (Bi-Han)

Red Strings (Gojo)

To Thine Own Self Be True (Akutagawa)

The Road Ahead (Qin Shi Huang)

OC-Based Fics:

Where the Tainted Kiss (Vaas)

Future on Hold (Cid)

Black Wedding (Wesker)

In Chains (Law)

We the Doomed (Dante)

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

RoR x Replacement Fighter Part 3

Everyone was getting ready, picking their outfits as they had a pretty big event to go to (You can decide what it is.) And the reader finished getting ready pretty early

Reader's outfit :

So some of the gods/humans asked for the reader's help to pick & match their outfits.

Once they got to the big event, some people wanted to take pictures & videos to post online, to which the reader gladly helped out with. However somebody just had to trip on their own outfit while posing on the stairs.

Gods: Odin, Thor, Anubis, Loki, Hades, Beel, Buddha, Poseidon, Susanoo & Apollo

Humans: Sasaki, Lubu, Tesla & Jataka

-Many in Valhalla were calling for a party, a ball, to celebrate the unity of gods and humans as Ragnarok had ended and relations were improving as everyone was working hard to make things better for all.

-So, to make everyone happy, a massive ball was announced, with the fighters of both sides, including the Valkyries, would be the guests of honor, celebrating them all as they were the ones who caused this positive shift in their relationships.

-When you arrived, heads turned and eyes bulged, seeing how good you looked in your tailored suit, everything black, even your undershirt, except for the silver chains around your neck and the earrings and rings adoring your features.

-You looked AMAZING!! Men and women alike were gawking at you, something you didn’t realize, something (Love) could only face-palm over, seeing how oblivious to how HOT you looked!!

-(Love) approached you, wearing his own uniquely tailored outfit, showing off his chest a bit (I love the black outfit for them!!), greeting you warmly and you turned, hearing him before you looked down at his open outfit, “Aren’t you cold?”

-Nearby, Brunnhilde face-palmed, as (Love) had specifically wore that outfit to impress you, how was it that you were such a powerful and exquisite warrior, but you were so socially dense at the same time?!

-Others wanted to take photographs of everyone at the party, on the grand staircase leading into the party, and you decided to humor them, just standing there, but others were eating it up, asking you to look at them.

-(Love) decided to get in on this and posed with you, which made the fans even more excited. After about fifty more photos, (Love) turned to you, asking if you wanted to head inside, and you agreed and turned to head up the stairs.

-It was honestly breathtaking how quickly you turned, when (Love) tripped, his pants being just a bit too long for him and he was going to fall back, had you not turned and grabbed him, holding him in a dip, keeping him from hurting himself.

-The fans below were so loud, squealing while taking so many photos, seeing the, in their eyes, romantic situation as you pulled (Love) back up.

-You surprised him by giving him a rare smile, that almost looked like a smirk, but it wasn’t a smirk, “I’m glad I was here to catch you falling for me.”

-His mouth fell open, hearing your flirt as you had turned, your hands going into your pockets as he was stunned, not believing that you had just so smoothly flirted with him after catching him!! He felt like he couldn’t move until Brunnhilde gave him a gentle shove, to get him moving and he quickly ran up the stairs and into the party, looking for you, an almost feral look in his eyes. There were sides to you that you hadn’t shown to him or anyone else before, and he was determined to see them all!!

            -Loki, Anubis, Buddha, Apollo, and Kintoki

-His brain had completely short circuited, there were lights on but nobody was home as he was stunned, unable to process that you had done that, from catching him to smiling to flirting, before walking off like nothing had happened!! Brunnhilde threw him over her shoulder, carrying him inside to set him on a chair, getting him water to shock him back away. She couldn’t help but smile, seeing that you were full of surprises.

            -Kojiro, Nikola, and Susano-o

-Had been thoroughly impressed with your reaction time, as he hadn’t completely processed what had happened until you had him in your arms. If he was embarrassed he didn’t show it as he stared after you, after you flirted with him with no hesitation and with a straight face!! It seems like there was more to you than meets the eye, as he caught up with you, inquiring about your reaction speed, trying to gauge you, wanting to see more of your hidden sides.

-Lu Bu, Odin, Thor, Hades, Beelzebub, Poseidon

[15krixa15]

I need more Jataka shitttt

Going through withdrawals

[telvess]

I was hanging out with a little girl who fucking coughed on me and now I'm sick...

Usually I'll drink a shot of vinegar, ginger honey, cinnamon and cayenne pepper... but i don't have access to than rn...

And in my sick/ half sleep haze I was thinking about how our diverse cast of hot men would take care of sick s/o using natural remedies

So Shiva, jataka, Buddha, (it might be the same because India idk, I guess Thai for Buddha)

Loki (Celtic/Greek idk)

Kojiro (Japanese)

I need some ror men..

medicine!

Need medicine...

I hope your sickness was short!

I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH SASAKI BECAUSE OF YOU!

RoR: How do they take care of sick s/o (Shiva, Jataka, Buddha, Loki, Sasaki Kojirō)

Shiva

Shiva has never been sick in his life, so he freaks out a bit when you get sick. Not the most helpful companion you can find. At first he asks what to do, but if you are too weak to speak, then… oh well.

Shiva doesn’t leave his realm, so he doesn't know any natural, human remedies that could help you. He keeps you warm and sits next to you the entire time. He remains vigilant. Even he pretends it’s nothing, his wives can tell he genuinely worries.

Once the worst is over and you start to look more alive, Shiva does his best to keep you in a good mood. Say a word and he will even dance for you.

What’s surprising, no matter how hard you try, you can’t infect Shiva. He basically cuddles you, feeds you, and helps you change clothes all the time, and yet all the germs seem to ignore him.

Jataka

Jataka was sick himself, he knows it all too well. As soon as he notices the first symptoms, he is very caring. Even if it’s just a flu, he doesn't downplay it.

He prepares for you an ayurvedic drink. Depending on your symptoms, he will choose the right recipe. He makes sure you drink all of it, so don’t even try to argue. It’s a waste of time, this man is too stubborn.

Jataka provides everything you need, he even brings you a book to read or he reads to you himself. He is cautious and keeps his distance, but that doesn’t stop him from being very strict: he makes sure you drink enough water and that you’re warm.

Every time he checks if you have a fever, he caresses your cheek with his finger before moving away. It's the only physical thing he can do right now to show you his affection.

Buddha

His first reaction is to tell you to lie down. It doesn't seem to bother him, because it’s just the flu. He had it when he was human, it’s not a big deal, especially if you have everything you need right under your nose. But secretly it eats him up inside, to the point where he can no longer eat sweets. So he shows up on your doorstep with his very casual attitude and starts asking questions. He checks if you’re hydrated, if you have a fever, if you need anything.

Buddha was born in present-day Nepal, so he follows ayurvedic… a little. He knows it’s not 100% effective, but he still finds some methods solid. He would make you brew containing honey, tusi leaves and lemon juice, and force you to drink it. It’s the best for the flu in his opinion.

He sits at the proper distance, eats his sweets and talks to you. He isn’t the worst companion you can get. Isn’t the best either… Do you know how good this candy is? Oh, right, you don’t, because you can’t taste *smirk* Don’t waste your pillow trying to hit him…

Loki

Let’s be honest, Loki probably isn’t the best person to take care of a sick person. At first, he acts annoyed when you announce your condition to him, but after awhile when he sees you struggling with the easiest tasks, he begins to worry. Seeing you in such weak shape makes Loki a little, a bit… soft.

From what I’ve researched, the Nords believed that sickness was an attack of malignant spirits (often ancestors) on the body. Loki obviously knows better what’s going on with you, but I wouldn’t be surprise if he mentions this fun fact to you. He was probably the one who sold people this nonsense in the first place. Let's just hope you're not hallucinating…

Loki prepares you tea with honey and entertains you with his new diabolical plans of how to mess with humans. He doesn’t even need you to be active in the conversation, but it's nice to see you smile or snort from time to time.

Loki doesn't follow any rules (i.e. keeps his distance, washes hands) and he will probably end up sick as well. Guess whose fault it is? And guess will have to take care of him? AND guess who won’t lie in bed and rest but spread germs everywhere? That’s right…

Kojirō Sasaki

He is the sweetest guy you could have by your side right now. A little clumsy, but he has got a spirit.

Considering how observant Kojirō is, he'll probably be the first to notice the symptoms. Even if you deny it, he will prepare for the possibilities ahead.

Sasaki would prepare for you hachimitsu-daikon - it’s Japanese form of cough and throat syrup, made from honey and Japanese radish. Kojirō would make it for you just like his mother did when he was a child.

Kojirō doesn’t mind missing a few days of training, you’re his priority. He is with you as long as you need and entertains you with stories from his life. He can read you something until you fall asleep.

He makes sure you’re hydrated, always brining you fresh water or preparing ginger tea called shoga-yu. He doesn’t try to make you anything else, because he is terrible at picking herbs and might accidentally poison you.

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Submissive!Poseidon, Jataka, Odin, and Buddha x GN!Reader. I wrote mostly with Amab reader in mind(save for Jataka's), but you can interpret it as a strap. Features cum swallowing(reader), fingering, hand jobs, masturbation, face fucking, penetration, and riding. Tags are overall in order. Kinda proofread

You love a man with the makings of a whore. And gods if Poseidon didn't fit the bill.

The murderous look in his eyes only fueled the speed of your fingers further, three cum-covered digits fucking his tight, pink hole. Merciless in the way you pound his prostate, sadistic in how you watch the pleasure make his legs tremble and twitch. He's panting, biting his lips raw even as you encourage him to let it all out. Cum covers his chest, and when you lean over him to run your tongue through it, he can't help the way his eyes roll back.

Sweat pours by the bullets from the exertion; still, you didn't let up, didn't stop pumping his sensitive dick, or sucking at its leaking, red tip. When you noticed how he'd clench when you nipped his nipples or tore at the sheets when you ran your teeth across his neck, you took advantage.

You couldn't help but adore him. He doesn't even realize how perfect of a slut he is.

His back arches, a perfect curve that you latch onto twice as tight, nails digging into his waist as he groans at the loss of contact on his cock.

You bend down and wrap your lips around it fully, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue made quick work of the beading precum there. You don't take your eyes off his pretty face once, and thank the gods you didn't.

His eyebrows knit, eyelashes fluttering over clouded blue eyes rolled to the whites as his mouth opened wide, a sound more addictive than siren song meeting your ears.

In your mouth, it throbbed once, twice, then-

Poseidon cries out, angry tears filling his eyes as you finger him through his nth orgasm of the night.

It was funny, watching how his face heated as you touched yourself in front of him. Moaning his name, keeping your legs wide so he could get an eyeful. He said he wanted to experience true happiness- you were just showing him.

"Look at me, Jataka. Watch, and see how happy you make me- how happy I could make you."

He inhales sharply, untouched cock twitching hard at your words. He looks so innocent, all flustered and twitchy, unable to make proper eye contact. His hands float around, restless as if they didn't know what to touch first, or even if they should.

You take your hand, the one you used, and grasp his chin, gentle though firm.

The pad of your thumb is fixed against his bottom lip- pillow soft. You can't resist the urge to reach in deeper, give him a taste of joy.

And he, oh, he can taste it all on his tongue one tentative lick later. It's sweet and salty, a perfect mix that has him sucking on your thumb in search for more.

And more you give him. Fucking his pretty face, grinding on his eager tongue. As you approached your climax, pride swelled in your heart and your groin as his big hands wrapped nervously around his own cock.

Odin is quite a formidable figure. But little does the world know, he's your bitch.

"It's not even all the way in yet. Were you always this pathetic?"

He groans, and you roll your eyes. His hands are tied above his head, but there was truly no need for any bondings- he'd hold his hands in place all by himself if you told him to.

You stroke his thighs, false disappointment apparent in your sigh. "Look at yourself. On the verge of cumming untouched long before I can even fuck you in true. Maybe I should shorten the foreplay next tim-"

"No."

"No?"

"Please. No. I can take it." You smirk, amusement sparkling in your eyes as you take him in. He was never an expressive God, even in the bedroom, his facial expression rarely had any big changes, and he was one hell of a silent soldier save for a few grunts.

But finally, fucking finally, you've gone and done it. You flipped the script on him- touched and stroked and fucked on him, and you can't get enough of all the sounds he makes. The way his muscles flex when you bend him every which way, how sweat travels down his forehead when he's struggling to take you, how his eyes roll back when he cums hard.

He doesn't break eye contact as he takes your arms in his hands, pulling you closer, trying to pull you deeper. "I can take it. Move."

You chuckle, grabbing his waist. "Never one to shy away from what you want, ey love?"

He doesn't get to answer as you bury yourself deep in one thrust right after.

Buddha was made for this. He finds he's experienced no greater freedom than when under your control.

"Fuck."

The cocky bastard smirks above you, riding you hard with his hand gripping your shoulder even harder. The other is on the headboard, claws puncturing the wood. You moan, and his lips are quick to swoop down and swallow it, never faltering his speed. The kiss is excited, feverish, and you dig blunt nails into the soft skin of his ass. The clap of skin on skin is hypnotic, and you start to think, 'I'd let him fuck me like this forever,'

And there it is. He's fucking you. What, were you gonna kiss his toes next? Who's the boss here, you... or him?

You, of course. And you were finally gonna act like it.

You trail your fingers along his raised arm, replacing the headboard with your hand. You clasp his tight, kissing his knuckles. You do the same with the other hand, and in the confusion of your changed intensity, he slows down. In the same second, you flip him over and capture him in a kiss. Your tongue traces his sharp canines, brushing sensually over his own tongue. You can taste candy on it still. Raspberry flavored.

Your hips snap forward, and he moans into the kiss. It doesn't end when you pull away; mouths wide, your tongues intertwine, sucking and tasting each other. It's heaven to your senses, pleasure overriding every coherent thought.

You set a brutal pace, fucking him hard into the mattress. And good fuck, he's smiling about it. Full on grinning as spit leaks down the side of his mouth and his dick bounces between you. You move your grip to encompass both his wrists.

As your hand wraps around his dick, he laughs. It's a beautiful sound, accompanied by his walls choking your cock and him throwing his head back as he cums, pearly white ropes coating both your chests.

Yet, you keep going. You fuck him hard, and smile when laughter turns to sobs.

[telvess]

Halloween is over but the spooky never ends

Reaction to a handing SO a spell jar/ them finding out they have an alter dedicated to them

Jataka, Loki, Buddha, Your favorite

RoR: Receiving a spell jar from s/o OR finding out s/o has an alter dedicated to them (Jataka, Loki, Buddha, Thor, Apollo)

Jataka (spell jar)

That’s very kind of you. Jataka had received gifts from others before, either because he was their prince, or because he was sick, and they tried to comfort him, but from you… it was a different feeling. Especially if there’s no occasion.

Jataka will ask all kinds of questions about the spell jar. He's interested in whether it's part of your culture or just a little thing that's been passed down in your family for generations. If this is important to you, he'd love to hear the details. Seeing how excited you are to share this part of your life with him makes him happy.

He holds the jar close to him. He doesn’t believe it actually has any mystical power, but it was created by your hands and that’s what’s important. You put your whole heart into it, so how could he not appreciate it?

Loki (spell jar)

The what? A spell jar? Pfft, hahahaha, how stupid of you! It has no power! It’s nothing! Silly human rituals…

proceeds to keep it anyway

And then he plays dumb if you find out he actually kept it. Good luck getting him to tell the truth. He would never admit that a gift from you is very precious to him. Of course, part of him wants it, but another part knows that you know the truth…

Loki likes to keep spell jar in his pocket, it’s small and easy to hide. Sometimes when he gets bored he just play with it a bit, wondering why he doesn’t just find you instead and play with you…

Yes, he will definitely pay you a visit.

Buddha (alter)

Oh? Did you do this for him? How sweet of you. But can you put some good candies on it? This is the kind of offer that interests him.

Buddha mocks you a bit about this whole thing. Nothing serious, of course, but he finds your altar amusing. He used to be a prince, he is a god now, and he still doesn’t care much about sacrifices, gifts, prayers, bows… everything that people do for those they consider superior over themselves. It’s just not his thing.

At some point he will tell you he doesn’t need it. He wants you to waste your time not on your alter, but on him. But once again - bringing the candies as an offering is never a bad option.

Bonus characters:

Thor (spell jar)

But do you remember that he is the strongest among the Norse gods?

He doesn’t need luck to win his fights, but once you point out that he might need it for other stuff, Thor will accept the gift.

He keeps it in his private chambers, in a safe place. Far from Loki’s hands (But let’s be honest, Loki will find out somehow anyway). Thor checks it every night before sleep, except when you share a bed with him.

He thinks you’re adorable with your little spells.

Apollo (alter)

The alter for him! Made by his sweet s/o! How lovely, how wonderful!

His narcissistic side is very pleased to see how much time and work you put into making something just for him. Apollo takes his time admiring the work of your hands. He asks questions about details and compliments profusely.

If he found out by accident and you’re embarrassed, don’t worry. Apollo wouldn’t mock you. BUT he may mention your little secret to Ares or Hermes (he’s so proud of you) and they might sneak in a few snarky comments.

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

May we get some HC of jataka (record of Ragnarok) He needs more love and I hardly see anything for him

I really liked him in the show, too, so this is great<3!

Jataka x GN!Reader || Headcanons || SFW&NSFW || CW for mentions of cum eating, dry humping, overstimulation, oral (receiving), and messy makeouts. Of course, not proofread.

All he wanted was to be do something to make himself happy. To be... selfish, for once. So...

He's shameless about keeping you all to himself. He understands you can't just sit in the house with him all day, cuddled up, kissing or watching movies or doing things, but... that doesn't mean he can't be upset about it.

Ecstatic when you surprise him with things. Gifts, dates, kisses, hugs. Big or small, his heart soars when you do anything for him, as he's so used to being the one doing stuff for people.

Similarly, he loves doing things for you. Unlike his kingly duties, he doesn't feel a crushing pressure to succeed with you. If he fucks up, it won't be a stain on his reputation, nor will it constantly be used against him in the future. You'll make the most of it together.

Big cuddler. Can't decide between little and big spoon, so you guys take turns. He's a big guy, and if you're smaller than him, he's smiling partially because he finds the way you cling to his back adorable. And if you're bigger, it's partially because he's quickly becoming obsessed with the feeling of being smothered in your arms.

Also loves to face you during cuddles. Loves loves loves the heated eye contact you two make when in that position.

Nsfw

Head God. He'd kiss your sex all day if you'd let him. Trying to call him on his bluff, you let him. Short story shorter, he wasn't bluffing at all.

Big on making out. Especially sloppy ones, where you're sucking each other's teeth and tongue, with strands of saliva connecting your mouths. Panting and flustered to the point where you can only blindly tear at each other's clothes. Yeah, those ones.

He discovered he liked dry humping when you grinded on him in your sleep. He'd been to scared to act then, and sat in bed with a boner for hours. But in the morning, you were more than happy to hump him through your clothes. As you rocked against him, you'd watch as his eyes widened, breathe lost on a sharp exhale. He'd grip at whatever was around as he lost control over his voice, whimpers and moans spilling out loudly as you brought him to climax.

Cum eating. That's it that's the tweet-

But no, really. As king, there was surely lots of pressure to produce a heir. Swallowing it makes him feel like he's rebelling a bit, taking back control of his own life.

And maybe, just maybe, he really likes the taste of your cum.

Overstim him. Make him feel everything, all at once, for as long as you want. He wants to see stars; to feel his legs give out and babble nonsense because you fucked the thoughts from his head. Fuck him till he's shooting blanks, then keep going. Only when he can't find the strength to arch his back when he cums anymore should you stop.

[15krixa15]

Buddha has spoken, everyone go home

[15krixa15]

Ahhhhhhh

Holy shit i

it's so good!

thank you!

Reader who is sick similar to jataka

Since you didn't specify, I assumed I could write whatever came to my mind + sorry to disappoint you, but Jataka isn't a character that I know how to write.

RoR: Comforting a sick Reader (Jataka, Herakles)

Jataka

Prince Jataka was dying. People never spoke the truth out loud for fear of incurring the king's wrath, but everyone knew his days were numbered. Countless doctors were brought to the palace to find, but none of them were successful. One of them was your father, whom you recently came with, swearing that he would not fail to save the life of beloved prince. But you knew he lied: the prince wasn’t the one he wanted to save, but the path to his destination - to save you, because you were dying too; same symptoms, same fate as the prince. Your father couldn’t accept this, so he took you with him to a place, where money or other limitations didn’t exist. Six months have passed since you arrived. Occasional attacks of illness became more and more frequent, but apart from that you couldn’t complain about life in the palace. You were heading towards your father’s private chambers where he was working on a cure. You wanted to spend some time with him, even if you knew he couldn’t spare you much of it. You sneaked in, planning a surprise attack on your father. But instead of him, you found someone else. The man stood with his back to you, his long white hair was loose. He leaned towards your father’s desk. You had never seen this person before and without second thought, you said out loud: — You should not be here! My father’s chambers are a private matter! The man turned to you, you saw no signs of anger on his gentle face. — I only meant to speak to him — he said in a calm voice that made your body fall apart. You’ve never seen this man up close, but you’ve heard his voice before. Prince Jataka. You just shouted at Prince Jataka. — P-prince! I… I am s-s-so sorry! — you fell to your knees, your face touching the floor, cursing your own stupidity. — It’s alright — you heard — You meant well. Arise. You didn't have the courage to look up, but you did as he said. Except your body didn’t want to listen to you. you staggered and felt dizziness hit your head in a sudden bout of sickness. Why now? Just when you thought you were going to fall, someone's hands grabbed your shoulders and helped you keep your balance. You looked up to see his concerned face. He was so close that you could see how blue his beautiful eyes were. Almost as bright as sky at noon. If it weren't for the circumstances, you would have stared at them much longer, but his unexpected act of kindness towards you made your cheek feel warm and brought you back to reality. — Are you all right? — he asked, his voice as gentle as his expression. — Y-yes, I’m sorry. He didn’t believe you. You were leaning on the table, struggling to act normal and prince Jataka saw through you and your pathetic lies. — Are you sick? — he pointed to the table — Your hand… You followed his finger and saw your hand tremble. One of the symptoms… — No, I-… no… At that moment you knew there was no point in lying, but your mind lacked any other option. You opened your mouth, then closed it again, feeling like a complete idiot. Then Prince Jataka smiled at you, but it was the kind of smile that didn't reach his eyes. It's just a sad gesture of understanding. He knew. — Your father is the most committed of all the doctors I know. I finally understood why. It's not about honours or money. Oh no, you accidentally sold your father out. Your heart sped up in a panic attack. — N-no! He really wants to cure you, my prince! — you assured with squeaky voice, but the prince only smiled at you again. To your surprise you didn’t sense any anger from him. — Don’t worry, I’m not upset. It’s just… this is the first time I meet someone like me, so let me ask you, who I share the same fate with… How are you handling it? He looked at you as you struggled to answer. You had a lot to say, but should you? You were worried that once you started, you wouldn’t be able to stop. If you torn down that wall, an ocean of words, emotions and fear would take over, and you weren’t sure if had enough strength to close it again. Your expression must have spoken for you very clearly, because Prince Jataka sighed.

— I'd hoped to avoid this, but — his voice became more authoritative — I demand an honest answer. You own it to your ruler. You swallowed hard and looked away. — Well, I… I’m dying. I wish my father would accept this and spend little time I’ve got left with me, but he believes he can save me. It’s not that I don’t appreciate his commitment and sacrifice. I just want to live before I die. And then there was silence. You did your best to hold back the tears, but your stupid heart was beating too loud to ignore. Whenever your father was in that moment, you really wanted him to come back right now, before you completely lost your mind. Finally you raised your head to met prince’s eyes. You didn’t know what his look meant and - in fact - you didn’t care, because compared to overwhelming emotions you felt right now, his opinion was small and fragile. You would never said that out loud. — You know — you flinched, hearing his calm voice again — Yesterday I said something very familiar to my cousin. He’s such a free spirit, acting out of his prestigious position, sometimes almost childish, but I can’t deny how much joy he has brought into my life — Prince Jataka smiled, this time for real, you could see the spark in his eyes — Anyway… I told him that I wish to see more than my palace and its gardens. More of a sky above us. More world. — B-but you can! You’re prince after all — you mumbled without thinking — Forgive me! My stupid tongue…! — you covered your mouth. — We all are prisoners of our lives — he said — I have wealth to fulfill my dream, but my responbilities hold me back. And you… you have your father right next to you, but he is too stubborn to give up. He was right - how ironic was that? Prince Jataka suddenly seemed to you not like royal man, but an average person. His smile, his gentle voice, his wisdom brought peace to your mind and for the first time today you also smiled. — Aren’t you… scared? — you asked quietly. — I would be lying if I said I don’t, but the closer I get to death, the calmer I feel. To your surprise, he placed his hand over yours, his long fingers touched your skin and sent some kind of spark down your spine. Your cheek got warm, as he curled his fingers around your wrist. — Your hand stopped shaking, but pulse is unstable — he said, withdrawing his hand. You didn’t know what to say, so you remained silent. — Thank you for your honesty. Let your father know I am looking for him. You watched his back as he left the chamber. A part of you wanted him to stay, but you weren't brave enough to say it out loud. Maybe in another time, in another life…

Herakles

Life in Thebes was difficult, to say at best. Especially for someone as fragile as you, who struggled your entire life because of the sickness. To survive in this place, you had to be strong or wealthy. You lacked both, even though your parents tried to provide you with a decent life, you still had days of hunger. But today wasn’t supposed to be bad. The baker, a man with kind heart, was giving away bread to the poor. It hadn’t happened before, and you - like many others - approached the small crowd, hoping for anything, even scraps. The sight of the others leaving with loaves made your stomach growl. — Out of my way! — someone pushed you, the force knocked you off your feet. You felt into dirt. — Ouch — you snarled in pain. You looked up just and saw some big boy your age, who seemed to be very proud of himself. He smirked at you. Next to him stood a tall and very skinny boy, obviously his friend, who was currently whispering something in his ear that both of them could giggle at. You recognized them. You stood up, dusted yourself off, and with anger rising in your chest, confronted both of them: — I was standing here! Big boy snorted. — You don’t need food — he said. — You look like you've already eaten a cow, if anybody doesn’t need it, it’s you! — you shouted at him. Father taught you not to be mean to others, but you were too angry to listen to your conscience. Big boy didn’t seem to be bother by your words anyway. — My father said you’ll be dead soon anyway. You… didn’t expect that. — Yeah — his tall friend replied with a nod — The only thing you gonna need is a funeral, so go and find a grave site! And then they both laughed loudly, watching you break inside. In one heartbeat your anger flew away, and all that remained was the devastating despair and fear of the unknown that had haunted you for months. It hit you like thunder and paralysed you for a moment, before you turned and started running, chased by their laugh. As you passed the streets, trying to escape the sad reality you lived in, you felt wetness on your cheeks and salt on the lips. Suddenly you found yourself on a hill, far from the city. Out of breath, you looked around, but besides flock of sheep in the distance, you didn’t see nobody else. You decided to get to the top of the hill and rest there, away from the others. You didn’t want to show your tears to your mother after all. — Why are you crying? — you heard and immediately raised your head. In front of you, at the top of the hill, stood a tall boy, no… a muscular man with black, long hair tied in a ponytail, who was now watching you carefully. You quickly wiped the tears and shouted: — I’m not!

An obvious lie, but you hoped the tone of your voice would scare him away. — Your eyes are swollen, I can tell something's wrong — he took a few steps closer, but when you started to walk away, he stopped. — It’s nothing, I just fell. — I see — he looked you up and down, you followed his gaze and saw your toga in decent shape, without any signs of falling — But I don’t believe you. Has anyone hurt you? — No… You turned you back on him and started walking away. You had to find somewhere else to clear your head before sunset, so you'd better hurry. You no longer heard the stranger oppose, so you allowed yourself to sigh in relief. But then you flinched when you felt his hand on your shoulder. How someone so big could move so fast? — Let go of me! — you shouted at him, jumping away. — Not until you tell me the truth. I will help you! — his voice sounded… no, maybe it was a matter of his unshakeable confidence? Something had snapped inside you and suddenly his face became smeared. You felt a taste of tears in your mouth. — You can’t help me — you sobbed, looking down at your feet — Nobody can. I’m sick… A terrible weight appeared on your heart, dragging down your thoughts, like a cast anchor. You couldn’t stop flowing tears, just like you couldn’t stop the fear from creeping under your skin. — Did you just find out? You raised your head to see man’s worried face. His blue eyes watched you carefully. — No… why? — his question confused you. — People usually react this way at the beginning, then they learn to accept it — he explained, but to your surprise, his face began to change: he frowned, his jaw clenched, — Which means someone has upset you. — They… — you started, but a new wave of sadness hit you. — I’m sorry — said stranger — I can’t help you, that’s true, but I can listen you. Tell me what happened. You wiped your eyes one more time. Doubts occurred in your head. — I don’t even know you. Why are you doing this? He blinked his eyes, only then realizing what you meant, and massaged his neck in a rush of embarrassment. — Ah, my apologies. My name is Alcides and I cannot ignore someone who is in need. And then he gave you such a soft, sincere smile that disarmed you. — Oh… — you mumbled, feeling unknown something growing in the chest — I’m y/n. — Would you like to sit with me? At the top of the hill, y/n? You wanted to, and then you started sharing everything you had been hiding for the past years. Things you thought you would have to take to your grave because they were just too hard for your parents and friends to listen to. You didn’t want them to deal with it, but the stranger you knew nothing about… he could handle that. — … and then his friend said I should start looking for a place for my grave… I didn’t know what to say, so I just ran away… Alcides sighed, You saw the muscles in his arm tense as he ran his fingers through his hair. Seeing his anger gave you a little joy. — I’ll take care of these two — he said, almost calmly. — You know them? — Yes, they've been causing trouble for as long as I can remember. Alcides looked at you and his expression soften a bit, which brought a smile to your face. — You know, it’s unusual to meet someone like you — you pointed with a finger at his naked, sculpted chest — who has such a kind heart. To your satisfaction, your words made Alcides' cheeks turn red. You giggled at his reaction, which only caused his blush deepen. — Are you happy? — he growled. — Yes, I feel much better! Thank you. Alcides only wanted to listen to you, but he ended up stealing your heart.