#yandere Heimdall

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hello! So glad you're writing GoW now. Can I request headcanons for Heimdall? Or, maybe, a situation where he wants to marry a s/o who is a god from another pantheon?

— Yandere Heimdall Headcanons

Warnings: yandere behavior, kidnapping, and heimdall (he's a warning enough lol)

A/N: I��m horrible at picking, so I decided to do headcanons. Hope you enjoy our nasty man! <3

Got some of my headcanon ideas from @stupid-sloot-headcanons.

Possessive to a degree where it’s concerning. Absolutely hates having you leave his sight, and an impulsive freak. He acts on desires, whims, and the thought of you, his lovely darling, and him ruling beside Odin.

It’s hard to get his attention, that’s for sure. There are a few ways to do it, but at first, complicated terms are on how you two met. With his type of forte, personality, and loyalty towards Odin — it’s likely you are an enemy, or viewed as an enemy towards Heimdall. 

You could be a God, one with a rather strong ability to land a hit on him. And with this, it drives him insane. It cancels his attacks, simply overwhelming his senses, making him yell out before cowering away with rage. And with this, It’s only hatred – and envy towards you. 

In a rare chance, you could be a mortal, meeting him by direct combat. He looks down at you, at first. You’re human, nothing important to him nor Odin. But you’re immune to his humiliation and famous words of jabbing. You replied with the same amount of venom, which only leaves him heated.

Either way, it’s pure hatred with you. He despises you, watches you from afar with bitter thoughts. It only results in him stalking you, where he can learn everything about you — your weaknesses, insecurities, every fear, so he can humiliate you when the time comes. But, as he spends more time watching you – being more angered – Heimdall realizes he’s plagued by you; falling for your stupidity and loveable habits. 

He’s not entirely sure why. But you make his heart speed. Hands sweaty, and have his head full of ideas of you; smiling, laughing, even kissing him. It only results in more anger. How dare you make him feel this way? Don’t you realize how this will make him look at Allfather? An idiot is what you are. 

By small steps, his hatred slowly turns into obsession, and not that it already has, but you start to realize it. When he decides to visit you, ‘simply’ popping up where you are, Heimdall doesn’t insult you, but rather asks what your stupid brain is doing; twirling around you before teleporting you away within his circle. He does this a few times, watching your reaction and calming you down with a sarcastic sing-along. It’s only until the last time you meet up with him, he takes you away forever. 

The ‘home’ is in Asgard, a large room destined for the both of you. Even though he seems distant toward you and at times view you as a toy-to-play-with, he likes seeing you happy in his world as he keeps himself busy with Allfather’s duties. There are books, poems, and the will to roam around Gladsheim however you like. You can do whatever you want, but perhaps have the thought of avoiding others. 

His affection is overbearing and suffocating. He justifies himself over you, which means when he wants to touch you, he touches you however he likes. Though, he still wants you to view him as a God — so most of his touches are lenient; a hand on the shoulder, a kiss on the cheek, or a hand tightly wrapped on your waist that signifies that you are his. 

Heimdall’s anger is a weapon. It’s something not to be messed with, especially if it’s within the trap of jealousy. 

This said, he hates having you leave his side or even see you talking to someone else; beside Odin, that is. But anyone else, he becomes a mess: laughing, mocking the person, and eventually turning to you with deep, violet eyes. 

And this also hints at objects. If he sees you reading, or simply not paying attention to him, whatever you’re currently doing, is ripped to shreds. Your attention should be on him, not some stupid item that means nothing. You are his, aren’t you? 

Despite his mocking, and his inferiority complex, he’s kind towards you; he listens to you and ensures you’re in good health. Sure, if you whine about wanting to go home, he flips out and yells at you. But, if you don’t want to be touched or want to be left alone, he swallows up his annoyance with a smile of, “Fine.”

He spoils you, gifting you clothes that he knows you’ll like and wanting you to dress up nicely. And if he’s in a good mood, he’d love to do some training — wanting to see if you’re still as good as you were on that day. 

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[ravenloop]

-In Time-

Pairing: Yandere!Heimdall X Female!reader

Request (in summary [requested by @oyasumimosura]): Reader is the daughter of Kratos and sister of Atreus. She goes to Asgard with Atreus and is very protective of him. While she's there, she catches the eyes of Heimdall and finds out his feelings for her are far more deeper and darker than she thought. (So sorry this took so long! Also was worried about making Heimdall too OOC so I changed it a bit, hope you don't mind :))

Warnings: Just normal Yandere stuff, Heimdall being creepy and possessive (more towards the end), bit of swearing, some violence.

AN: YALL IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN SO LONG 😭 I was busy and honestly didn't even know how long I didn't post in :') so have this request! Trying to clear out my inbox lol. I hope y'all like it cause I Def stressed trying to make it good sjnsj enjoy <3

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There was something so creepy about him.

The way he looked at you. Stared at you. He didn't even think about looking away when your gazes crossed. It was like he wanted things to be awkward between you both.

Not like you wanted any sort of relationship with Heimdall, but it would be nice if he tried to be a little hospitable, would be far better than whatever he was currently doing. Which was—not so shockingly—staring.

You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, trying to act like you couldn't see him. Though, by now he probably read your mind and knew how you felt. Maybe that's why he kept doing it, he wanted you to feel extremely unwelcomed.

It wasn't like you wanted to come to Asgard in the first place. Your brother, Atreus, did. After a very heated argument back at Sindri's tree home, he ran off and sought out Asgard in spite. Of course he wasn't happy when you tracked him down, your father wouldn't be happy either—considering you went without his permission.

All you wanted was for Atreus to be safe. You'll be damned if you let your little brother get hurt by a bunch of piss-faced gods who think they're above everyone else.

With a sigh, you turned and walked away from the open area where Heimdall and a few other Aesir stood. Still, you could feel those eyes piercing through you like a spear.

"He's a weirdo, right?" You jolted, not expecting someone to talk to you. Turning towards the voice, you noticed Thor's daughter, "Um..."

She snorted at your awkward demeanor, "Relax. Everyone here thinks Heimdall is a jerk." You chuckled slightly at that, at least you knew you weren't alone.

"Im... glad to hear. Thrúd, is it?" She nodded. You've seen her talking to Atreus before leaving back at the lodge. Maybe she didn't have enough time to talk to you then, so she's doing it now. That or her parents didn't want her to.

"And you're Loki's sister, Huh?" She put her hand out, "Nice to meet ya!" Slowly you reached out and grabbed her hand, she shook it roughly. Seems like she's excited.

"He's told me a lot about you. Must be fun having a big sister. I've only had brothers." Oh, right. You remember her brothers, Magni and Modi—the ones father killed.

"Right." Suddenly the situation turned awkward.

"Always have to make newcomers feel threatened or uncomfortable, do you?" A hand landed on your shoulder, making you flinch and turn.

It was Heimdall again.

Good gods, how long was he standing there—was he watching you the entire time?!

This time he wasn't looking at you though, he was staring at Thrúd. She stared back, a frown on her face, "I don't always make people uncomfortable. Right?" She looked at you, making Heimdall do the same.

Both pair of eyes pinned you to your spot. Licking your teeth, you responded, "No, I don't think you do." This was literally your first time talking to her so you didn't know if what you said was even true. Hopefully it was.

Heimdall rolled his eyes, "Lies. Lies. But I will leave you to be her personal toy if that's what you'd like. Nine realms know she hasn't made a single friend since being pushed out." Stepping back, he bowed mockingly before walking off with a laugh. But you didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on you a little longer.

Thrúd scowl, "Don't worry about him. He's just being an ass as always. It's nothing new." You nodded. That was strangely relieving. Maybe he'd soon realise you weren't worth it and would leave you alone. Maybe.

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He didn't stop.

Those purple eyes never left your form. They tracked your everywhere. It felt like not even walls could stop him, like he'd just burn holes through them.

Even now, as people talked and murmured amongst themselves in the dining hall, he didn't focus on them. He only focused on one person. You.

The only reason you were even there was because Atreus was. It was late, the moon was high, and he had only just gotten back from a mission Odin sent him on a few minutes ago. It frustrated you how much Odin kept you and your brother separate, and Atreus was too oblivious to notice it.

I need to speak to him privately. We can't stay here any longer, You thought, staring at Atreus as he munched on a piece of bread. It was probably cold.

Opening your mouth, you were about to call his name, but he cut you off by yawning. "I think that mission tired me..." He laughed sheepishly, rubbing his neck, "I'm gonna go sleep."

Atreus stood quickly, moving to leave the hall. "Wait-" You grabbed his shoulder, making him turn, "Atreus, I need to speak to you... In private."

He stared at you. His eyes swiftly glanced over your shoulder before returning to you, "Could... It wait until morning? I'm really tired..." Your brows furrowed. Why was he acting like this? "I- alright..." You let go of him, watching as he smiled at you, saying goodnight before disappearing down the stairs.

It bothered you that he clearly knew it was important, yet decided it could wait, but the look in his eyes told you something was off. And the way he looked past you—at what? At who?

Turning around, your eyes scanned the hall. And you noticed one person—one god—who wasn't there. Heimdall.

That bastard.

The large doors of the lodge swayed the tiniest bit, indicating someone just left, forgetting to close them properly maybe.

You weaved past a few servants in your way, not caring about what they whispered to their fellow acquaintances. You shouldered open the door more aggressively than intended, but you didn't care. Right now you had your mind set on confronting a certain Aesir.

It didn't even cross your mind that whoever left the lodge could have just been a random Aesir that likely didn't even know your name. But to your eyes only one person was missing from that room, and you would have noticed if he went down the stairs in the lodge, right?

Just in case, you kept one hand on the dagger attached to your hip. The one your mother gave you, since your father was far more detached from you when you were a child than he was with Atreus.

You shook the thought from your head. Now wasn't the time to reflect on your childhood. Things have changed. For better and for worse.

Slowly, you stalked through a smaller, narrower path connected to a larger one. It made you less likely to be seen by others, and right now you didn't need people being suspicious of you—far more than they already are—you'd add.

"Looking for me? I feel honoured." You turned around, finding Heimdall emerging from a gap between houses. It was just big enough for a person to make themselves comfortable between.

Not wasting any time, you asked, "What did you tell my brother?" You saw his lips turn upwards ever so slightly, but it was hard to make out his expressions when he was standing so far, in the shadows of the houses, caused by the moon's light.

"You caught onto that quick. Though," His arms raised, extending outwards, "I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. You're one of the smarter... Half-giants I've met. I mean it, really!" Could he answer your question any slower?

"I didn't ask if you think I'm smart. I asked you what the hel you told my brother." You saw his eyes roll. They were the only things that the darkness couldn't hide from you. Every second they glowed brightly.

"I only instructed him one thing..." Heimdall moved closer to you, stepping out of the dark and into the moonlight. Instinctively you pulled out your dagger, aiming it at him. He stopped moving, but by the look on his face, you doubted he was intimidated. "...that he stay away from you, or I'd hurt you in ways that he'd never imagine possible."

That didn't scare you, it may have you feeling a bit uneasy, but not scared. "Is that what you're here to do now? Hurt me?" "No. Something quite the opposite, actually. That is... If you comply." The hand holding your weapon to him didn't falter, not even as he took a step closer.

"You don't scare me, Heimdall." He took another step closer, you stood your ground, "That's exactly what draws me to you."

You scoffed, "My lack of fear for you?"

"That and the lack of consideration you put behind your actions. I mean, how many other people would put a weapon  between themselves and I?" The tone of his voice grew more playful, as if the current situation didn't stress him, "When they know damn well it cannot stop me." It was clear it did not.

And to you It became increasingly more clear that you were in a secluded area. Hidden from any and all eyes expect Heimdall's. No one was around. No one could help you. No one would hear you.

He led you here. So you were with him and him only.

You gripped your dagger harder, the muscles in your arm straining, your breathing growing heavier when he stepped even closer, "Try anything and I'll kill you." He stared at you, a frown on his face. And you silently regretted saying that when he didn't speak.

It was tense. Quiet. All Heimdall did was stare into your eyes. You didn't dare tear your gaze away from his.

After a moment, he scoffed, before breaking out into laughter. Moonlight bounced off his golden teeth as he continued laughing, making them shine. "Do you..." He calmed himself down, still smiling widely, "Really think... That you can kill me?" He tutted, eyebrows furrowing in a way that made him look like he was staring at you with pity. "Oh, sunshine... That will never, never happen."

You dashed toward him.

As soon as the last syllable rolled off his tongue, you moved forward. The muscles in your arm burned at the movement, but it was a relief. They were finally able to move after being suspended in the air for so long.

You aimed for his throat. Your mission was to kill him. He gripped your wrist, yanking you towards him before throwing you into a nearby building. Your head banged against the wall and you hissed in pain. Weapon long forgotten, lost somewhere on the ground when Heimdall threw you. Everything became blurry and you closed your eyes for a moment.

When you opened them, Heimdall was kneeling in front of you. "Have we learnt our lesson yet?" His head tilted to the side, eyes staring into your half-opened ones.

Clear your mind. The words of your father echoed through your head. Do not let your enemy know your thoughts.

"No." Your left hand reached up to grip his braids, your right hand punching his face.

He stumbled back, groaning, his hand reaching up to his now bleeding face. You took your chance and ran, heading for the lodge. You needed to find Atreus.

The path seemed a lot more confusing on the way back, or maybe it was your racing mind making it seem like that.

You could hear Heimdall's rushing footsteps growing louder and closer. They were far more quiet than yours, but you could still pick up on them.

Finally, you saw the lodge come into view, the lights on it glowing brightly—but there was one thing that worried you.

Heimdall's footsteps stopped.

But yours didn't. Your legs kept moving. They went even faster now. Just as you were in a meter or two of the lodge, a hand gripped your arm, pulling you behind a house and back into the darkness as a hand covered your mouth.

You squirmed in Heimdall's grip, biting, kicking and doing whatever to try and escape.

Your teeth bit deep into his palm and he gritted his own teeth. The hand around your midsection, holding your back to Heimdall's chest, squeezed tight until there was little air in your lungs.

This caused you to stop moving, your head spinning once more. You heard Heimdall 'tsk', "Now now... Is this any way to treat your lover?" He finally released his hand from your mouth, trusting and knowing you wouldn't scream.

"You're a deranged fuck if you think anyone could ever love you," Venom dripped from your words, "Especially... when you do... stupid shit like this..." The little air in your body slowly disappeared with each word.

Heimdall noticed your struggles, and despite your words, he loosened the grip on your waist. You took in large gasps of air while Heimdall began speaking.

"True. Though being loved is a hard thing to do or come across now." His hand on your torso moved further up until it reached your throat. It didn't do anything, it just lingered there. "So sometimes, you just need to do things like this."

"I wonder why it's so hard for you..." He didn't like your tone. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty time to find out. It's not like you're ever leaving."

Your eyes narrowed, staring at the wooden wall in front of you. Before you could speak, Heimdall did, "And you will be staying here, sunshine. Unless you wanted your brother to have a... Painful death."

"Touch him and I'll-" you choked on your words when he squeezed your throat, stopping your breathing again.

"I won't touch him if you agree to what I'm proposing." His hand let go so you could breath, "And we both know you can't defeat me. So your best option would be complying." Not even the slightest bit did you agree to what he wanted you to. You hated him. This only expanded that feeling.

But your brother...

You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if he died.

"I'll make your life a living nightmare." It wasn't a yes or a no, as much as you wanted to say the latter.

There was a warm feeling on your neck and you recognized it as Heimdall's breath, "Even better. I love a good challenge. Hard to find one when you're a god of my capabilities."

Everything he said made you want to roll your eyes or curl you lips in anger. The hate you had for him was unmatched. The anger that filled your body when near him made you feel like exploding.

"I hate you."

He chuckled and it sounded like what a snowstorm felt like. Cold.

"I know. But don't worry... in time, you'll learn to love me."

No. No, you definitely would not.

[mo0nfairy]

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

I know I said I would be waiting for your requests to open but I just couldn't contain myself! I need to see more about Heimdall and his annoying butt more in Tumblr lol.

Anyways I read that you're willing to write for God of War games so I wanted to start this with an ask:

In the game we saw Heimdall's personality and his treatment towards his brother (Thor) and I believe he doesn't like his other siblings because of the fear of being replaced; He wants to be the one and only prized son for Odin (They all have daddy issues in this game). But let's imagine that his mother Blódughadda had another child with Odin how do you think he will react having a sibling from the same blood (same mother and father)? Do you think he would treat them a bit kindly or do you think he would still be the same Heimdall as we seen in the game?

Me and my familial drama loving heart is back again!

I feel like Heimdall would be very possessive towards his sibling, whether their older or younger than him. I think he would still treat them pretty shitty, especially if they’re younger than him but Odin forbid if anyone else were to treat his sibling negatively. It would very much be that thing of ‘I’m the the only one allowed to treat my sibling badly because their my sibling’. Heimdall would not stand for anyone else to do so. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were to treat them just a tad bit better when it’s just him and his sibling alone. Don’t get me wrong he’s still a dick but he’s just a little less dick-ish in these moments.

He would also want to be idolized by his sibling, especially if they were younger. He would want them to look up to him and see him as powerful and irreplaceable. I think he would especially lose his mind if his sibling were to look up to anyone else (other than Odin). He’d see that as a form of replacing him or even just abandoning him altogether. It would especially hit harder since they share the same blood. He’d feel even more betrayed.

I could see Heimdall looking up to an older sibling, particularly if they were in Odin’s good graces. He’d thrive off of whatever praise and validation they gave him, no matter how small. Even if he were to have replaced them or even become more powerful and useful to Odin than they were, Heimdall would still crave for their praise and overall approval.

[aenyrapoets]

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character ; heimdall odinson

synopsis ; yearning for her touch, the all-encompassing love bestowed upon him, he devotes and vows upon a woman with whom he worships above all

caution ; fem!reader, slight ooc!heimdall, yandere behavior, delusional behavior, possessive behavior, obsession tendencies, slight emotional manipulation, suggestive sexual intercourse

raven message ; after over looking this, heimdall actually isn’t completely out of character; rather, this would possibly seem as more intend as how he would act when infatuated with another person or so—just in an more gentle yet manipulative way. I attempted to make this as somewhat realistic it can be! enjoy reading!

࿔ edited ; October 21, 2024

the feeling of warmth embraced him.

the way her fragile hand held his own tightly, and the way her fingers interlaced with his soft, golden unbraided hair—he didn’t really care about his previous duties towards the All-Father, and forgotten about his godhood.

rays from the nightly moonlight felt like a shivering chill on heimdall’s skin as he eyed the bare skin of his lover’s entire body, bathing within that same light.

heimdall planted an rough kiss on the tender lips of the woman, who now laid curled up below him atop his bed clinging desperately on to him, almost desperately. her essence lingered on his own lips, and those eyes gleaming from infatuation, undoubtedly delicate like the small puff on an dandelion—which was more than adorable under his glowing predatory eyes.

one fatal mistake, and she looked like she would fall apart, crumble relentlessly into ash and dust without him.

he knew everything of how she felt. to her, he mattered. the terrible possibility of being away from him mattered. the notion of heimdall not caring about her mattered. the idea of never relishing in him again mattered.

just the way he wanted her to be…

the prince of Asgard couldn’t mask his mischievous smile from taking over his facial features—was it excitement? it felt so natural and so unmistakably lovely, which was unnatural for him. to hold such immense emotion towards an individual who was viewed as the enemy to others was strange.

he was elated to these feelings and emotions—something completely unexpected and strange, unfamiliar for him—and these sudden new emotions only erupted when she was around him.

(y/n) (l/n), a simple woman who ventured upon him outside the walls of Asgard, along with her half-breed giant brother—also only known to him as his goddess, his muse, his eternal miracle; an blessed deity such as her, heimdall felt mortal.

he hadn’t been interested by her nor blinked an eye when he firsthand saw her, for she wasn’t really anything quite special or even godly enough to peak his interest. but over that time, such short amount of time, she eventually wrapped him around her fingers like a goddess would towards her devoted follower, and soon his mind did not hesitate to worship her.

this wasn’t any sort of spark nor small interest—alas, rather, he was immediately soon after enamored by her. not only was she an sort of savior to him, introducing him to his newly found emotions, but he practically cherished like she was more than an goddess.

the few days that followed after she arrived to Asgard, he later found himself with her in his bed. realistically, he should have been disgusted with himself, had he actually had any sense—but the way his mind and body almost connected around her deprived him of all senses and powers at all.

and so he became entranced by her, sputtering out in pure adoration of how he was contented that she was showing him so much affection in this environment, an loveless land such as Asgard itself—how he owed her his loyalty and respect.

strange emotions developed within him at the simple look her eyes stared into his, just one wave of her hand alone, and he felt remarkably entranced. therefore through deranged and selfish assumptions suffused into his mind, he decided—choosing even for her—that only she alone could make him feel this addicting, eradicating emotion, and she would only have him.

she was like an blessed deity above all, and he was an mere follower that was so enhanced, and delusional. he wanted to be her guardian, her… everything. she was an living dream, within his eyes, and he already achieved his desire to have her.

he swore an oath—an vow—that regardless, he would shield her from any harm, from all danger; including the All-Father, Odin, himself. it should have been his most forbidden sin, betraying the King of Aesir.

“no one can touch you,” he breathed gently into her ear, whispering whilst holding her nude, warm form against him. his sugary words coated along with other sweet promises that had flowed into her manipulated ears. “no one can harm you, darling. you’re safe with me.”

heimdall was experienced with an silver tongue at the illusory truth, coating them into effect and devised deception. after all, the more he admitted this aloud that she was untouchable from others, the same way he was, she’ll eventually understand and believe this, right? this wasn’t a lie, either—he truly meant every word of it, that no one and nothing would harm her.

(y/n)’s freedom and existence would be bound entirely by him, tightening his arms which held her delicately, because that was what heimdall believed she needed. only him. the way she had clung onto his body in desire, like she depended solely on him, wasn’t this proof enough?

the smooth, exposed skin of her glowing body trembled in absolute need against his tracing fingertips; lifting her chin to plant his lips gently now upon hers once again—to kiss holy divinity like this was an blessing. the way she gave herself to him fully despite their once differences against one another…that attestation enough.

but (y/n) wavered nervously. she slightly squirmed within his embrace, as an sense of uncertainty plagued her mind, and he carefully coated his words carefully.

“i adore you,” he mumbled against her lips. his words were genuine—pure, even. his first declaration of genuine love should have been poison to his tongue, burning his mouth from inside and out his body. an immortal god and an half-breed goddess should not be found in collision. but she was an innocent, uncorrupted and unknowing temptress who tangled her way inside his heart, and she couldn’t leave.

“i love you,” he sighed out. the god quite literally could not help staring at her. he looked almost amazed—caught in childlike wonder as his eyes fixated on her. “if only i was deserving of yours. that you could love me, as well.” an quiet plead sounds from those words.

and (y/n) had released an breathy hum, believing his words.

she could not even comprehend her own movements or anything around her as she finally reached to hold his face into her small hands, even closing her body to return his embrace.

“i love you, too,” she softly replied.

her own brain couldn’t comprehend that she had just agreed to something quite monumental.

her voice was barely audible, causing heimdall to pull her closer towards his face into an protective hold. her voice was attractive to his ears, and he instinctively let out a hum of delight.

heimdall’s body jolted in satisfaction. he almost lost his senses again the moment her eyes focused on him, therefore, because he could lose himself upon those shades of (e/c).

“i love you, too.”

she really loved him. (y/n) didn’t even have the right mental capacity anymore to question the reality of her own behavioral state. but those were the words she knew she could say—the words that would keep polluting her mind. and she knew that he knew they were real.

to heimdall, that was an vow of declaration—one of the purest truth; meaning she belonged to him. he truly and honestly valued how she spoke those words to him, how she comfortably had embraced him closer.

ah, how privileged to worship an true divinity. to think she could love such an corrupted bastard like him.

this love built on deception, but that did not matter.

this love constructed from manipulation and selfish desire—an unending one that was planted onto her lips, sealing that bond.

“you can only trust me,” he whispered, eyes darkened with an intense glint of predatory delight. “only i can have you.”

he would protect her from all the dangers of the nine realms, though it didn’t occur to him that he was the greatest threat to her, if not entirely.

and it was promised now and that he would purposely make her forget, and purposely create falsity to her about her half-breed brother and father, who both seemed to be forgotten already. as long as he breathed out every word to her, she’ll believe it, it would be her reality.

“i’m the one who can protect you,” he said. “you don’t need anyone else. just me…”

he wasted no time in continuing his ways with her, making her breathe hitch, screams of confirmation to his words throughout the rest of the night…

and an unbreakable vow sealed through an tender kiss, one she wouldn’t escape.

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[ramdom-yandere-thoughts]

*Heimdall and y/n arguing in the hall*

Y/N: You are so obnoxious! I am leaving with or without your approval !

Heimdall: As if you could leave this realm without me knowing ! I would never allow it !

[black-aurora-nora]

You Need Me | Yandere!God of War Ragnarok!Heimdall x Reader

You woke up in a private medical tent and quickly noticed that you weren't alone.

Heimdall was frowning at you once you acknowledged his presence, "Why are you still alive, huh?" He repeated your thoughts aloud, "Do you wish to be dead that badly?"

You didn't say anything. Why bother? Heimdall already knew what you were thinking anyways.

"What happened to that fire you had a few months ago? Don't tell me I snuffed it out that easily?" He teased heartlessly, "I thought you were stronger than that, but I guess I thought too highly."

"Are you the one that saved me?" You asked.

Heimdall smirked and nodded, "Now tell me why you went and did something so stupid."

"I'm staring at it." You responded coldly. "I dealt with your torment for months on end, day after day, hour after hour. I tried being corrigible, I tried fighting back and I tried to just ignore you."

You glanced at the shaking hands in your lap, "No matter what I did, you were there, ready to break me down," You looked back at him, eyes desolate, "And you succeeded. The Great Heimdall broke the Midgardian girl that wanted to be a Valkyrie and snuffed out what little fire she had left."

Heimdall hummed at that, nodding to himself, "So what you're proposing is that you need me."

You smiled at that, but it didn't reach your eyes, "I'm going to make sure I kill myself before I ever say something like that."

Heimdall smiled back, "And I'm going to make sure you never do, sweetheart."

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Yandere God Of War Masterlist

↳ I'm not writing Odin. Any asks or requests sent of him will be deleted.

The numbers in brackets mean how many posts I've made based on that character. If there's zero, it means I haven't written them.

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[ravenloop]

I really liked 'In Time' fic of Heimdall x reader. Maybe you can make more of yandere Heimdall? 🙏🏼

Glad you enjoyed it! That fic definitely got me thinking of making more of yandere Heimdall, and everyone seems to love it too so... Maybe it might just happen? :))

[kiame-sama]

Could you make more yandere heimdall x reader oneshots? Or maybe make it a series? I really like how you wrote it because reading yandere fics where they're abusive to the reader/ what not kinda gets old and your fic was refreshing to read. 10/10 best yandere fic I've ever read.

Yoke of the Gods- (Yandere!Heimdall x Reader) pt 2.

(Let's be real, flattery like this will get you damn near everywhere with me)

Warnings; Heimdal is a jackass as per usual, Reader is technically under a spell, yandere behavior, yandere relationship, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, god of war ragnarok spoilers, manipulative behavior, adult themes, dub-con touching, objectification

Inspiration part .5; https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/704495622290571264/heimdall-obsessing-over-a-darling-with-some-kind?source=share

(NSFW warning) Part 1; https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/706987664714432512/yoke-of-the-gods-yandereheimdall-x-reader-in?source=share

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"Do you know how much others look at you, how Thor looks at you? Their intent is to take you from me, but I won't let that happen. You are Mine. Only mine..."

Another evening of Heimdal recasting the binding spell keeps him awake. Where he had once needed to recast the incantation every night, he only had to do it every once in a while as his beloved lay sleeping peacefully in his arms. The only one that could hurt him adoring and worshiping him was certainly good for his ego.

Even if he didn't need to reaffirm the spell he would lay awake and talk softly into your ear, arms wrapped around you to keep you with him. Something about the way you showed no intent that he could detect that made him press so close to you at night. As if holding you reassured him that you were still there, you were still his dearest and there was nothing anyone could do to keep him away from you.

He knew he needed to have you swollen with his child and The All-Father will have another loyal warrior. The things his child will do will only make him shine even more in the eyes of The All-Father. Your body was certainly accepting of his advances even as his hands hold you tighter.

Heimdall gently kissed the forming ink on the back of your shoulder as he checked on the spells progress. Though it was a long and twisted spell, it was known to be unbreakable once formed. Soul-binding some may say is extreme, but Heimdall knew an opportunity when he saw one and he was going to grab it with both hands.

He had felt what was once indignation at you touching him, the warmth of your body, the soft crooning of your voice even as you threatened him, but it melted away to adoration. The feeling of that connection with another being though your touch rendered him weak kneed and speechless.

He needed that power for himself and he needed you to come along. To him you were just part of the perks for being The All-Father's favorite. The tattoo symbolizing the spell etched permanently into your skin.

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"I know you didn't want this, but we know how this ends... See you soon"

As soon as Freya was done murmuring the words to Kratos, she departed, leaving the Aseir god to chuckle.

"Oh, we both know that's not true. But don't worry, Frigg! I'll be coming for your and your brother as soon as I am finished here."

Despite the fact that Kratos no longer craved the blood of Gods, his rage played with the idea of just outright killing the man. Mimir- the ever loyal amd helpful companion- called up to Kratos with a barely calm voice. The fate of Kratos' daughter was still uncertain and it is difficult to question a dead god.

"Steady, Brother."

Heimdall laughed at this, holding up his hand as if to cover the fact that he was laughing. The purple eyes seemed to shine and glimmer in a way that looked crazed as he swept his hand around himself as if being a showman.

"It truly is nice to meet you, Ghost of Sparta. After all, it wasn't long ago that I was wondering if I would ever meet my Beloved's father."

"What have you done to her?"

"Nothing that she wasn't enjoying."

Mimir spoke up suddenly, always prone to talking whenever the casual banter lulled. His voice was a mix of rage and fear, trying to look at the Aseir to demand answers from the bastard.

"You had better not have put your filthy hands on her you-"

"I don't consort with traitors, head, and I found a very loyal woman who was being held back by her father. She needed to be set free into my arms, because I am the only one who can keep her safe now."

"Slit his throat, Kratos, I want to see the bastard suffer."

"Ah-ah-ah~ you wouldn't want to take away her one and only love, would you? The second she stepped on Asgard was the second she unlocked her true purpose with me! You don't want to make her hate you, do you? She is so truly... Loyal."

He chuckled, even risking getting within direct range of the Spartan due to his confidence in the battlefield.

"Now, whatcha got?"

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The spear sunk deeply into Heimdall's arm, pinning the man to the stone where he found himself trapped.

"Wait... What is going on in that empty head? Oh no no no no no... You are going to spare Me out of pity?"

The spear still imbedded in his arm kept him stuck to the wall and prevented his movement. As Kratos approached, a sudden shape rushed between the two, defending the Aseir man.

"Release him!"

The voice that pleaded with the Spartan was a familiar one that gave the man hesitation. Laying her head almost pathetically against the chest of the blond, she ensured to keep her father as far away as she could. Her eyes were pleading and begging, wanting the man to be released even if it meant putting herself in harms way.

"Let him go!"

Heimdall was stunned as he had been under the impression that you were not able to leave Asgard without him. Apparently you found a way out of your shared home and straight to Heimdall before Kratos had the chance to kill the arrogant man.

"Brother, she must be under a spell to make her loyal to him-"

"Let my husband go, damn it!"

"Husband? Lass, what in the nine realms are you on about?"

"Lay one more hand on my husband and I will end you."

The hateful hiss that came from you made surprise and shock run through both Mimir and Kratos as you ensured to remain close to Heimdall. Clearly his choice of taking you as his beloved was having more and more benefits even he did not foresee. Judging from the concern in Kratos' eyes and the clear hesitation the man showed, you gave Heimdall a certain level of protection from the infamous god-killing god.

"(Y/n), lass... That is not the kind of man you want to stand by. Aye, he isn't as bad as Thor in many regards-"

"Speak ill of my husband again and I will destroy every shred of you, head."

It was clear none of what Mimir was saying really registered to you and you were deep under whatever kind of spell had been put on you. The hostility that you showed towards the two of them was far out of character for you. They both realized that there was no way to convince you otherwise and their only choice was to play into your delusion.

Kratos was careful to not explode his spear as you could be easily injured by being too close, instead he chose to knock both you and Heimdall unconscious. He set to cradling you in one arm and slinging Heimdall over his shoulder so he could transport the both of you. Though he didn't want to bring Heimdall as well, he knew you would respond poorly to waking without the arrogant Aesir god nearby.

"Brother, I fear this may be too complex of a spell to be removed easily. I vote we take both with us. Perhaps Freya can help cure her."

"And if she cannot be cured?"

"We will get to that when we can. For now, we are to complete our mission here and take them back."

With a soft grunt of acknowledgement, Kratos begrudgingly carried both his dear daughter and the nuisance who enchanted her.

[mo0nfairy]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨…

° 𐐪𐑂 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𐐪𐑂 °

♫ 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫 — 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲

˚ ✩ 🪞 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ ⛳️

ﾟ ‧ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 . 🫧 .

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬’ 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

[bones4thecats]

Hello! May I request headcanons for a fem!Giyuu reader and yandere!Poseidon from Record of Ragnarok? Thank you so much!

Poseidon Fighting Giyuu Tomioka! 'S/O'

Type of Writing: Request Name: Poseidon Fighting Giyuu Tomioka! 'S/O' Characters: Poseidon Requester: @a-bookworms-teashop

A/N: As I don't write yandere-stuff, I made Poseidon more canonical, since he seems like the kind of guy who has a yandere-vibe. And I know you Record of Ragnarok fans know what I mean

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🔱 Poseidon just wanted to go back to his castle under the sea and finish his duty, not participate in this useless trial of Gods vs Humans, it was obvious who was going to come out on top

🔱 As he sat among his fellow deities, he ignored the words of his youngest brother, not caring what human was up next in Ragnarok

🔱 But, once his brother brought up the fact that Brunhilde had added in another human, one to replace one that had gotten into an 'incident' and how they were specialized to fight Poseidon and Poseidon alone, he began to listen more

" Older brother, are you alright with fighting this human? " " I don't particularly care, they'll end up turning into complete dust in the end anyways. " " Alright then it's settled, Poseidon will be fighting against that wannabe human! "

🔱 Gripping his trident with more force, Poseidon stood and began to walk out the door, as the meeting had ended

🔱 But, he couldn't help but let his mind wander during his walk outside of the arena and into a more secluded area surrounded by water, his nature element

🔱 What kind of human could be 'specialized' to fight him and him alone? What kind of trick was that Valkyrie playing?

~

🔱 Once he heard the announcement of Round 2's ending; Zeus winning against Adam, Poseidon had to admit, he was getting quite energized as the thoughts of that human began to occur once more

🔱 How strong were they? What were they if they could challenge a God, nonetheless the Greek God of the Seas? And, most of all, just who was this human?

🔱 As the voice of Heimdall entered his ears, Poseidon began his entrance, allowing water to spill out and eventually separate for him to walk through

🔱 Poseidon stood and glanced around at the lowlife beings around him, these puny Deities and Humans were far from perfection, so how dare they go against him and try calling his name laced in their worthless filth?

" And the human going up against this graceful yet destructive God is one that has had stories told about them for many years! A human who has been hailed as a heroine to the many who served with them during Japan's Taishō Period in the war against man-made demons! The Water Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps! And the human who was a key-instrument in saving millions of lives from the grasp of the former Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji. It is my honor to yell the name of the one, the only, Y/N L/N! "

🔱 As the water began to expand and rush away from the entrance of the human side, Poseidon cocked an eyebrow lightly, nobody noticing, except for his eldest brother watching from his residence in Helheim

🔱 Where in Valhalla was this human?

🔱 All of a sudden, the sound of a sword being sheathed entered the many people in the arena's ears, alerting them. The only ones not being surprised being the human allies of Kojiro Sasaki, Soji Okita, and the eldest Valkyrie sister, Brunhilde

🔱 The water that Poseidon had summoned began to rush with the God's irritation, why was this human not showing their-selves? How pathetic were they?!

🔱 Then, without the will of the God of the Seas, the water calmed down with the tap of a blade's tip, which caused the God to turn around only to see a human standing at the foot of the arena with their blade out and touching the water's top layer with such delicacy of a butterfly's wings

🔱 Before he knew it, Heimdall had cleared his throat and croaked out a reply to this event

🔱 As the Nordic God spoke into his horn, you blinked at the God with nearly matching empty eyes, and he noticed how you held yourself, stiff yet loose, you must have fought many demons to get to the level of being a human worthy of fighting a God, huh?

🔱 Poseidon looked at you and twirled his trident before gripping it tightly, he was not about to lose to a human of all beings. But, he'd have to admit, having your cold eyes look into his was quite attractive

🔱 Maybe, since he'll win no matter what, he'll spare your life at a cost; that you become his and his alone. You were said to be specialized to fight him and him alone after all, what would make this any different?

Ready?

🔱 He was going to win this no matter the cost...

Set...

🔱 But he will give you a chance of life vs death, be his or die... and if you say no? Well... you won't be able to say no now will you?

GO!

Let the love-lit bloodshed begin...

[recreationalfanfics]

Hi there, can you please do Yandere Thor, Poseidon, Loki and possibly Hercules to Female Yoriichi Reader? The creator of the Sun Breathing and the other Breathing Forms, who always has a solemn expression and is known as the Strongest Demon Slayer to ever exist (She has access to the Transparent World and can use the Selfless State) but despite this she’s incredibly humble seeing herself as just another human and not even special, despite her extraordinary skills

Yoriichi gave Muzan such severe PTSD from 400 YEARS ago that his Upper Moons will go through his trauma just from seeing TANJIRO (And it’s STILL severely traumatic to him 😂)

Or

Yandere Shiva, Loki, Buddha and Hercules with Female Tengen Uzui Reader from KNY? How do you think they would react to Reader calling herself ‘Goddess of Festivals/Flashiness’ and calling others (Even GODS) ‘Trash’ and having 3 HUSBANDS 💀

Sorry if this is a lot! I just think Demon Slayer Characters are super cool, especially the Hashiras (The Swordsmith Village Arc is going to be released sometime in April! 🥹🤩)

Thor, Poseidon, and Loki + Fem! Yoriichi Tsugikuni! Reader:

One of these three gods stands on one side of the arena, their grand entrance causing a ruckus of enthusiastic roars and cheers from the side of the gods while the humans side shook with terror. They look at the other side, confident and ready to see the pitiful mortal that Brunhilde had served to them on a silver platter. It was a woman.

She makes no flashy entrance, her clothes are rather average, and her face does not seem scared but nor does it seem too cocky. Her (e/c) eyes are serene and her (h/c) hair was rather average looking. She was a regular looking human, nothing special. Aside from the strange looking birthmark on her left eye.

"AND IF YOU LOOK OVER FOLKS, THE NEXT FOOL WHO WILL BE CHALLENGING THE GODS IS A SWORDSWOMAN WHO DOMINATED THE SENGOKU ERA-"

"Please." The (h/c) haired woman interrupts, Heimdall goes silent and so does everyone else, unsheathing her sword, she looks at Heimdall with a composed look on her face, it was not unkind, "I do not need such an introduction. I am a human like the rest of my kind."

She then gets into her defensive stance and narrows her eyes at her divine opponent.

"And I shall do whatever it takes to save them."

The god you're against either glares at you, smiles at you, or raises an eyebrow at you. Either way, Heimdall recovers his voice:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, (Y/N) (L/N), THE SUN BREATHING SWORD ARTIST AND MOTHER OF ALL BREATHING METHODS. NIGHTMARE OF MUZAN KIBUTSUJI AND THE STRONGEST HASHIRA HUMANITY HAS KNOWN!"

"So that's who you are," the God thinks to himself as you maintain unbreakable eye contact, "that hardly matters."

Yandere! Thor:

- Thor doesn't think much of you when you step into the arena, not because you're a human, but because he has yet to see you fight. You seem unfazed by him but he doesn't truly know that for sure. You are not unattractive but you're nothing special in his eyes.

- What a fool he was, because the moment the battle begins, he sees that you aren't just beautiful, you're absolutely heavenly. When you take your first breath, you take away his as large solar fires soon appear around you and you make your attack.

"What is this?" He asks himself in his head, using his Mjölnir to block another close sneak attack blow from your sword. The clashing of your weapon and his own makes his heart do flips in his chest, "Why...why do I feel like this?"

You then decided to be bold and you quickly, nearly teleported with the speed you were going, appear in front of him and your eyes glint, reflecting off your blade as you try to slash him. His eyes soften when they see you and his blood thirsty smile softens as your eyes lock onto his. There was fire in your eyes...no...the sun itself glowed in them. Powerful, burning, yet composed.

"What has she done to me?" He thinks, and you're not sure if it's from the intensity of the battle but his cheeks appear to be dusted the lightest color of pink.

- Your fight ends in a draw, the both of are so tired that you neither of you can move a muscle. Both God's and Humans are shocked at the results but Thor couldn't be happier.

- He just found his soulmate, he thinks to himself as you try to use your sword to get up and fight him again. His smile turns into a loving one as you struggle to get close to him, not that he can judge since he can also barely move, and he loves it! In fact, he now knows that he loves you.

- You will be his! You have to be, surely you were created to match him in power and strength because you were meant to be with him. After being fixed up and bandaged, he must seek you out, he must find you!

- Since then, the God of Thunder has been keeping his eye on you, his beautiful Sun. How you appear unreadable at first but if someone truly read you, truly attempted to understand what a complex and beautiful person you are like Thor has; they can see that you're more than a human...You're humble, you're kind, and you're dutiful. Honorable like him and share the same values, this only seals your fate to him even more.

- Odin notices how during other God's battles that his son scans the human's side, his eyes desperately searching for someone in the crowd. Thor knows for a fact that you always come to watch your fellow Human's matches in person and when his eyes land on you, that adrenaline kicks in and Loki and Odin stare at him as a smile grows on his face.

- He does this every match, but even then, the time between matches is too long for him to see you again. He searches for you, Brunhilde having to confront him as she reminds him that the HUMAN champions reside here but he ignores her the moment he sees you walk down the hallway. He follows you quickly like how the moon chases the sun.

- You turn and see him and you politely bow your head to him. He frowns a bit in dissaproval, how could you bow your head to him as if he were a stranger, surely you had to feel the same feelings he was after your battle. How you two danced a brutal yet beautiful dance of life and death. You stare at each other for a bit before you muster a kind yet small smile, "I look forward to our rematch." and as a result, he nods with his usual stoic demeanor and you turn and walk to your room. Yes, he can't wait for your rematch either.

- Because one the day it takes place, Heimdall shocks everyone with his newest announcement.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE FIRST RAGNAROK REMATCH OF THR GOD OF THUNDER VS. THE LADY OF THE SUN. EXCEPT, THE CONDITIONS ARE DIFFERENT THIS TIME."

- You don't like the way the red-haired God smiles at you, it feels smug and ominous, and you paitently wait to hear this last minute change.

"IN THE CASE THAT OUR ESTEEMED PRINCE OF ASGARD WINS, HE HAS REQUESTED THAT INSTEAD OF SENDING (Y/N) TO NIFLHIEM THAT SHE IS TO BELONG TO HIM INSTEAD."

- You look at Brunhilde, who looks away shamefully and can not meet your gaze, and then you look at Thor. Who looks a lot more motivated to beat you this time.

Yandere! Poseidon:

- He wanted to roll his eyes when you interrupted him. What right did you have to act so humble? You're a human, what could you possibly have to be humble about? Being a mere ant he steps on on a daily basis?

- Fine, if you want a wake up call, he'll give you one. He waits for you to strike, it wouldn't hurt to give you an advantage since there's no way something as insignificant as you can beat him. Until you grip your nichirin blade and take a deep breath, suddenly the water arena evaporates into steam as intense flames surround you...no, not mere flames. It felt like the sun itself.

- You use the steam to sneak and attack the God, whose now even more annoyed than ever. Smoke and mirrors, that's all it was. Poseidon REFUSES to allow you to think you have an advantage and tries to kill you with his strongest attacks but even then, its not enough.

A draw, your battle ended in a draw. He can't believe it, as he kneels down on one leg bleeding and holding onto his trident for support as you pant heavily on the other side, your throat burning but you still have the bright gaze in your eyes, the eyes of someone who just humbled a God. He was in denial at first, then he was angry. Destroying everything in sight at the humiliation he faced at your hand. He knew you two were set for a rematch BUT HE NEEDED VENGANCE FOR HIS SCORNED PRIDE NOW. Looking for you all around heaven, he threatened and interrogated many of your human allies and located you inside the greenhouse. It was bright and beautiful day as always, but it did little to improve his mood. The only thing that could is your dead body at his feet, evidence that you were just as every bit of a failure as the rest of humanity.

However he stops when he sees you. The artful way you practice your sword. The calm rise and fall of your chest all perfectly timed to enhance your fighting style and your moves, the same ones you used to tie with him, slowed down and filled with grace and strength. His heart makes his brain forget that you are human, the thing he detested the most in this life, and his anger is replaced with something else. Respect? Admiration?

No, it was none of those things.

In fact, it was something more passionate. More shameful in the eyes of gods. Something that you will soon find is worth than his anger.

- He observes you a lot more from then on. You aren't sure why since last you checked, he had looked down on you like you were the dirt beneath his feet, but you come here at the exact same time on the exact same day, and so does he.

- You don't speak to him, he wants you too. Haven't you humiliated him enough already? apparently not since you didn't even glance at him as you trained and he knows damn well you see him.

- "What are you?" He finally asks as he pushes down his broken pride. You stare at him, your solemn face broken when he asked you that question. "You are not a human," He explains, "You can't be. Humans are not meant to be...to be so..." he pauses and looks down, to any normal person, he looks pissed and like he's gonna attack but you only raise an eyebrow. W-was he being shy?

- "Beautiful." He finally answers, and for a brief moment that stoicism breaks in shock at his words. "You can not be a human. You are too beautiful. Humans can not be beautiful." It takes you a while to find your voice but when you do, you merely keep your composure: "Humans are many things, Lord Poseidon. We are strong, we are compassionate, and, yes, we can be beautiful."

- No, he thinks to himself, humans are not beautiful. This is a fact he's known for a long, long time. Yet, you were a human and here he was, admiring you every day and watching you in utter awe. Only you, he decides. Humans are not beautiful, only you are.

- He hates how humble you are, he absolutely despises it. Do you not have any respect for yourself? How can you allow yourself to think that you're anything like those worthless worms who snivel and beg pathetically at the feet of the gods. He believes there has been a mistake in the universe, he believes you're insulting yourself when you downplay your status and feats. Can't you see? They're beneath you! Humanity is beneath you! He has to fix this. He has to fix you.

- The day of your rematch with Poseidon, neither of you are seen. The gods search for him and the Valkyries try to rummage through your room and found only one shocking clue. A letter left on your bed written by Poseidon, who believes that deciding the fate of Humanity was beneath him and how he had more important matters involving you. He sits next to your unconscious sleeping form on his bed, his fingers in your hair as you sleep so beautifully. You needed to learn to take more pride in yourself, to be taken away from the shackles of humility humanity put on you, and Poseidon was more than happy to teach you how.

Yandere! Loki:

- He was rather unimpressed with your entrance and appearance, honestly. A smirk on his face as he looks you up and down, you certainly weren't wrong when you said you were a human, for that's what was before him. A measly average human.

- Honestly, he feels rather insulted and that this fight isn't gonna be as exciting as he had hoped. That wasn't fair! Every other God got fun humans but him! Oh well, at least he has an excuse to torture a human and humiliate them in front of everyone~

- Summoning his own weapons, he just tilts his head: "You know, interrupting Heimdall was a little dramatic don't you think? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you secretly put yourself on a pedastal."/ "I do not, I just merely am stating a fact. I am a human who bleeds just like the rest of humanity."/ Loki then smiles: "I'm so happy you think that! Because you're gonna die like the rest of them!"

- His attack is planned in his head, first a chain wraps around you and his other blade will slit your throat and soon, you'll suffer as- "I never said we bled easily." Your voice is right behind him. He looks over his shoulder and reacts in time but when you breathe, he can't act fast enough before of the display of a divine light that surrounds you now. You slice his shoulder and it burns, he holds it and glares at you. You drew first blood, but he'll make sure you don't get lucky again.

- Until you both are exaughsted from the battle and it ends in a tie. Loki feels himself growing weak and his last sight before losing consciousness is you. Surprisingly, when he wakes up, the first thing he sees is you as well. Sitting next to him, bandages on your wounds and a book in your hands. You notice from the corner of your eyes that he is awake.

- You apologize instantly for his wounds, despite the fact it is a literal fight to the death. In fact, your exact words to him are: "I aimed all of my attacks to kill swiftly, it was not my intention to make you suffer like the demons who have met my blade. In our next battle, I will make sure to be strong enough to kill you properly and respectfully."

- He isn't sure what to think of this, what to think of you. But it makes him smile for some reason, maybe he smiles at your foolishness for thinking you could kill HIM (you were close but he blames it on fortune), or maybe he smiles because it's very rare that someone honors him, a God of mischief and trickery, the same way they'd honor more noble gods like his uncle and cousin. Or maybe it was the smile you gave him...yes, that was it. It was your smile that sealed your fate.

- Loki can now be found wherever you are, like an annoying stray who keeps coming back to the hand that fed him once. Maybe he wants to annoy you, maybe he wants to flirt. Anything just to see you change that serious boring look on your face...maybe smile for him, yeah? He just hasn't been able to get it out of his mind.

- But, nah, you're too boring. That's his little pet name for you "His Boring Little Mortal", he'll complain about you but if anyone else was to speak ill, God or Human, he becomes indignant and reminds them of your good traits like your nobility and how you held yourself in battle.

- He's honestly the same when he's a yandere, as I said before, but the key major difference is that all it takes is one miniscule thing and suddenly, he comes more possessive. More protective and more suffocating. Like, he's watching you during a Ragngarok match and you smile at someone. To others, it might not be a big deal but to him, it very much is. Because it wasn't fair, YOUR SMILE BELONGED TO HIM. NOT TO ANYONE ELSE. TO HIM. YOU SMILED AT HIM FIRST SO IT'S HIS! YOU ARE HIS.

You lost the battle.

Your nobility, your humbleness, and your kindness wasn't enough to match the God of Deciet's wit and cunning. Your on both your knees, coughing up blood and unable to move your body as you hear the loud chain rattling of his weapons. You can hear the humans behind you begging you to get up, urging you to fight but you can't, your heart's strength was there but your body's was not. You feel ashamed but at least you can die knowing you did your best. Loki looks down at you, his hands at his sides, and his face stoic in a very unsettling manner. All he has to do is kill you, all he has to do is-"

"...I don't want too." He frowns, crossing his arms and looking the other way. You look at him in shock as the God's outrage as well as the humans. "LOKI, WHAT TREACHERY IS THIS!?" One of Odin's crows, well, crowed loudly.

Loki stuck out his tounge before shrugging, "I don't know, I mean, what am I winning? A step closer to humanity's destruction? We're gods! I want a something else! A prize~" He says slyly. The gods outrage once more before Zeus sighs, knowing nothing can be simple with the green haired god and tiredly asked him, "Fine, what prize must we give you if you kill (Y/n) (L/n)?" Zeus asked, making Loki grin wolfishly.

The arena becomes quiet and Loki kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head. What a cute face you're making, so confused and ready to die. He wonders what face you would make if he just...

Kissed you passionately, pressing his lips to your blood covered ones and shocking you and both audiences of mortals and immortals. You don't kiss him back, you don't even have time to think before he pulls away from you and looks at you with half lidded eyes.

Yes, that face is so much cuter on you. He wonders what other faces you could make.

But first, he has to answer the question Zeus asked him, "Why, the only prize that matters to me of course!~"

"(Y/n) (L/n), the Sun Hashira herself!"

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I request a scenario Boa Hancock reader is chosen as champion to fight against yandere Apollo?

-When Apollo first heard that his opponent was a woman, he wasn’t bothered, he didn’t even look upset! Which was a bit unusual to see, as he was usually so much softer and nicer to women.

-Ares was the one to find out the truth as Apollo was gloating to him, “I have never met a woman that has resisted my charms before. She will forfeit the match once I sweep her off her feet! There’ll be no need for fighting at all!”

-However, that’s exactly why Brunnhilde had chose you as the next fighter, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be swayed by his good looks or charming personality. She had complete faith in you and your skills, something you did give her a small, true smile for.

-You knew what was at stake in this tournament, and the less you had to leave to the men to handle, the better. You knew it was much better to do things yourself.

-Apollo was the first to enter the arena, the cheers of women ringing out all around you, while you were waiting in the backstage area. You knew he was like any other men, toying with women’s hearts.

-You refused to become his newest toy.

-When Heimdall started hyping you up, introducing you as the most beautiful woman in the world, the audience was stunned silent as you walked, seeing that his words were true.

-You were like a vision; someone they would have never come up with in their minds of the most beautiful woman in the world. All their imaginations paled in comparison to the beauty that you held.

-Apollo was even surprised, he had met many stunning beauties in his life, but none seemed to hold a candle to you. And not only were you beautiful, but you radiated confidence, showing your position as the pirate empress you were when you died.

-Apollo was the one gawking at you, stunned by you, and not the other way around, but he was quick to bounce back instantly smiling, his teeth sparkling, smoothing his hair back with his hand, “I must say, Y/N, your beauty is unmatched. You even took my breath away~”

-Expecting you to fall for him, Apollo froze when he started to approach you and you snapped, “Do not approach me, filth!”

-Ooh~ you were just getting better and better as Apollo’s adoration for you grew, seeing that you were spicy.

-Your eyes were dull but sharp, like you were looking at a pile of garbage, before you spoke, “And your praise means nothing to me, I know I am beautiful. Your empty words will not work on me.”

-Your words quickly had many jeering at you, thinking you were too cocky for your own good. Apollo went to defend you, thinking that you deserved nothing but the upmost praise, but you turned, your hair swirling around you as you looked up at those jeering and instantly, they were blushing, their eyes turning into pulsating hearts as they declared their love for you, both men and women.

-You smirked, turning back to Apollo, one hand coming to your hips as you grounded yourself in your heels as you slowly tilted yourself back, “Their love- their adoration to me- no matter what I do, even if I kill someone, everyone will forgive me! Why? Because I’m beautiful!!”

-The crowd cheered and Heimdall was gushing, “It’s Y/N’s Extreme Looking Down Pose!!!” as you were bent in half, looking down upon him.

-Apollo thought you were amusing, you were just getting better and better in his eyes, you were such a complex individual, so open with your feelings, so unapologetically you!! You were amazing!

-He wanted to know more- no! He wanted to know everything about you! He wanted to know what you liked, disliked, your skin and hair care routine, if you even had one as you were perfection.

-Apollo wanted to know your past, he wanted to be a part of your present, and he wanted to be the only part in your future!!

-You saw his look morphing into something familiar and dark, like how those men, all those years ago, looked at you, when they branded you, when they had treated you so cruelly.

-Your eyes were like ice when you met his gaze, you refused to let any man treat you like that again, you wouldn’t allow it.

-Apollo was fully ready to throw the fight himself, kneeling before you, as if he was worshipping you, rather than the other way around, “My beautiful Y/N, I will forfeit the match to you, if only you allow me to be by your side from this day forward!”

-The other gods were in outrage, hearing his words, shouting at him to not throw the fight to you.

-Your glare seemed to only grow colder, hearing his stipulations as you lifted a hand to your hip, “You men are all alike, demanding things of me as if I owe any of you anything.”

-Apollo was stammering, in shock that you were angry with him, why were you angry?!

-You lifted your hands, making a heart shape as you inhaled deeply, ready to end this in an instant.

-Seeing your determination to fight, Apollo was stunned once more, seeing the fire behind your eyes. Why were you willing to fight? To possibly die?! Did something happen that made you so desperate to fight? Who did it- he would kill them!

-Apollo knew that to get you, he would need to prove himself and defeat you, but not kill you, you were too beautiful, too precious, to be snuffed out.

-He was going to win, so he could keep you safe for the rest of eternity, there by his side.

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Yandere Heimdall Masterlist

🔞 = NSFW

Platonic is stated first, then romantic.

PLATONIC:

Nothing yet!

ROMANTIC:

Headcanons

[vixxi]

Immortality - Yandere!Thor x Pregnant!Reader

(Inspired from Welcome to Yandereland's Thor Masterlist and Mythology)

It's been almost 2 weeks since Thor kept you in Asgard and Loki's betrayal that he will help you go back to Earth, Thor never let you go without him or his guards just because he does not want you to escape since Loki's help.

Thor tried to satisfy you in every way just to keep you in Asgard and to himself, he tried to spoil you like his queen or cuddles, but nothing worked, then one thing came to his mind, when you will have an Asgard heir in your belly, you will never leave Asgard.

So Thor every night made love to you, and every day he would call the healer if she is expecting a baby, and they told him that you do not. That upsets Thor, he loves you so much and he would be happy if he will be a father of your childrens.

Weeks passed and Heimdall advised him to pray for Iðunn, because he knew that you are an mortal and he knew how much Thor loves you so why not ask Iðunn for an apple that can make you an immortal and a goddess, that way Thor's wish of having you close and having a child with you as a big chance.

So from that day Thor starts to pray for Iðunn for her help until one day she appeared in front of him and asked him why does he wants the golden apples for the mortal that is you, to make you immortal.

Thor answered "(Y/N) is the love of my life, her mortality is the problem to be with her forever, my sweet queen is kind, sweet, and my everything and want her to rule Asgard by my side, I can't love anyone else if she dies, she is the only thing I love".

Iðunn thinked for a moment as she saw the light in his eyes when he mentioned you and the truth in his words, gave him and you her blessings, then gave him a one golden apple and advised him to place an apple seed to the ground after you eat the entirety of the apple.

Thor thanked Iðunn and walked to his room where you were sleeping in his bed, blanket covering your body, only your head was poking from the blanket, he finds it cute, he quietly sits next to your sleeping body and kissed your forehead.

"Wake up my sleeping beauty" he whispered to your ear, you slowly woke up and see him smiling at you while holding a golden apple "I was walking around our castle and saw some apples, and I was thinking that you could be hungry for some, so I got you this apple" he lied but he sounded like a sweetheart.

You thanked him and told him you weren't hungry, but your stomach was growling with hunger, he chuckled and handed you the golden apple.

You smiled and ate the golden apple and thanked him as you handed him the rest of the apple that is where the seeds are shown, he smiled and let you sleep again, as he walked outside to plant one of the apple seeds to the ground.

He waited for the effect of the immortality in you for almost 4 hours and then the effect worked. Thor was happy that you could live forever with him by his side and rule Asgard.

One month later the healers informed Thor that you are expecting two heirs, Thor was exited about that and thanked Iðunn as he prepared a nursery room for the babies and had two named for them for a girl or two girls Thrud and Vör, for a boy or two boys Móði and Magni.

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