#don't even talk to me about his instant reaction and the way he kept looking for her i am but an annoying tenrose stan i just can't cope

[tennant-davids]

DOCTOR WHO The Star Beast

#thank you rtd for the (slightly repetitive) tenrose crumbs right out the gate

#doctor who #dwedit #doctorwhoedit #dtennantedit #tenrose #david tennant #catherine tate #usereena #arthurpendragonns #dwgif #timelordgifs #userbbelcher #chewieblog #dailyflicks #*laurengifs #ten x rose #dw spoilers #don't even talk to me about his instant reaction and the way he kept looking for her i am but an annoying tenrose stan i just can't cope

[constantmourning]

On The Run

[Dracule Mihawk x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Mihawk tells you the exact opposite of what you want to hear, leaving you to do the only thing you know how: run. Fortunately for you, he finds you.

WARNINGS: 18+! MINORS DNI! Oral (fem and male receiving), unprotected sex, pulling out, harassment (not from Mihawk), p in v, not beta read, nothing too crazy (let me know if I forgot something though!! I will fix it!)

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: My first time writing mihawk, please be kind to me sdfbsdf. I constantly get carried away oof. Nothing is explicitly stated about reader's abilities but it is hinted at that reader is Very Stealthy. Do with that what you will :) Anyway, Buggy may have me by the [REDACTED], but Mihawk got me by the throat right now. Let's get into it!

You sat at the bar, eyes rolled in the back of your head as a man tried to talk to you. You sipped your water and stared ahead as he spoke to you. You were drowning him out rather nicely, you thought. You nodded along to whatever he was saying, hoping he'd eventually get too drunk to function and leave you alone.

"So," the man's hand hit your thigh, a sharp slap sound echoing around the nearby vicinity. Your head snapped towards him. "What do you say we leave-"

"No!" You didn't even let him finish. Your hand grabbed his wrist and you shoved him back. He did not like that reaction.

"You bitch!" His voice rose, catching the attention of everyone nearby. "You've been flirting with me-"

"By smiling at you? One time?" You matched his energy. "I'm gonna ask you nicely only one time, which you don't even fucking deserve, to leave me alone."

"Do not fucking interrupt me!" He yelled, standing from the bar. You almost flinched back. He was drunk, but he was still functioning, a little too well actually. "No respect, just like most women-"

"Shut the fuck up!" You snapped back at him. "Drink your beer and shut up!"

Within in an instant his hand was raised, "Stupid cu-"

His hand was snatched back, causing his entire body to fall back. Your eyes snapped to the pale hand holding his wrist and they followed who the hand belonged to and you saw Mihawk.  Your blood boiled a little more. Mihawk's eyes were on the man, not even paying you any attention. Yet.

The drunk looked back and his eyes widened. He tried to snatch away from Mihawk but it was futile. You stood up and turned away. You walked off from the scene and felt your breath hitch. It had been a week since you had seen or spoken with Mihawk. Which wasn't that long, really, but the foot you left off on was not a good one. You heard the guy hit the ground but you ignored it and kept walking.

"You're going to run from me again?" Mihawk was behind you rather quickly.

Your nose scrunched and you tensed. You kept walking. And so did he. He kept a couple steps behind you. The only thing playing in your head now was your last conversation with the swordsman, and how horribly sad it had left you.

You approached Mihawk with intense anxiety. You were fidgeting and trying to focus on what was on your mind and all of the possible outcomes of addressing those things. Mihawk, without looking up from whatever it was he was busy doing, asked what was wrong.

You froze. "Um, actually, this is kinda important." Mihawk nodded, still not looking at you. "It requires your full attention." You bit your lip, pulling at it.

Mihawk sighed and looked up at you. "Go ahead."

"Look," you inhaled deeply and closed your eyes. You exhaled loudly and opened them back up. Mihawk stared at you, causing your stomach to jump into your throat. "Mihawk, I don't want this to ruin our, uh, whatever we got going on. I think we are great partners! But I can't not say this."

Mihawk's brow arched and he pushed the papers in front of him away. He was intrigued to say the least.

"I like you. A lot. And I don't want these feelings or thoughts to get in the way of our working together thing-" Mihawk watched you closely. Silently. The way his eyes bored into yours caused you to pause. "Please say something."

"We would never work."

Your heart stopped. You were sure of it. You felt like you had been knocked down and kicked. Repeatedly. "What?"

"This is strictly business." His expression was unchanging.

"It doesn't have to be." You tried to keep tears from forming. Mihawk stared. Your stomach knotted. "Okay. Maybe it does." You took a step back from Mihawk. He was still silent. You turned and hurried out of the room.

"Where are you-"

"I need to think."

You hadn't meant to get so emotional. Sadness filled you though. Tears began to fall as you swiftly left. He wouldn't have to worry about your feelings or it not working out. You wouldn't have to either.

You continued to walk, Mihawk did not stop following you. Your fists balled and you stopped turning towards Mihawk, who stopped right in front of you. "Come to rub salt in my wound?"

"No." Mihawk's words were blunt. "You've been gone a week-"

"I've just been thinking." Mihawk inhaled sharply. Maybe you did have a problem with interrupting… "What made you come after me? It has been a week after all."

"I started looking for you the night you left. You seem to be impossibly hard to get a hold of."

"Oh." You were baffled. "Why?" You grew defensive again. "Because you couldn't stand-" Mihawk rolled his eyes. "Did you just- Mihawk! I'm being serious. You were so- so fucking inconsiderate of my feelings! It took a lot of courage for me to even tell you that and you just shot me all the way down!"

"I wouldn't say all the way-"

You wanted to rip your hair out. You let out a loud groan and turned away from Mihawk again. You began to walk a little faster than earlier and headed towards your room. Your breath hitched and you grew angry. Mihawk began to walk again as well, still on your tail. You wanted to scream.

"Go away." You hissed, venom absolutely dripping from your voice. When the footsteps did not stop or go in another direction you spun around again. "I'm fine. I'm safe. You know this now, you can leave. I'm not going back with you!"

"I didn't come here just to collect you. Or see if you are okay." Mihawk watched you, his stare becoming more intense. "We need to talk."

"Talk about how much you think we would never work?"  You snapped at him and crossed your arms.

"Where are you staying?"

"In a room here." You motioned around you. "I was going there until you stopped me."

"Don't stop on my behalf." Mihawk motioned for you to walk. "I think it'd be best if we spoke in private."

With narrowed eyes you watched him. You groaned, turned around, and motioned for him to follow you. The walk to your room was silent. Silent and awkward. The few people you did pass were confused by the greatest swordsman trailing behind you. They looked at your exasperated expression and then to the man following you. Their eyes were wide and you ignored them.

You made it to your room and unlocked the door. You walked in, threw your arm out for Mihawk to come in too, and you closed the door. You locked it, out of habit, and you noticed Mihawk raise a brow at you.

“Shut up.” You murmured.

“I didn’t say anything.” Mihawk seemed taken aback by your attitude.

“Yet.” You sighed, rolling your eyes. You leaned against the door. “What did you want to say? So that we can get it over with and you’re able to go on your way?”

“I’m not leaving without you,” Mihawk took a step closer to you. You were about to protest. “I never said I wasn’t here to collect you. I said that wasn’t the only thing I was here for.” Your eyes widened. Mihawk continued, “I’ve had time to think as well, since you were gone for a week. I care for you-”

You wanted so badly to interrupt, but you decided it would be best to bite your tongue and listen. But that didn’t stop your brain from worrying about what he was about to say. If it was anything along the lines of ‘but we are still strictly business’ he was going to have to drag you back kicking and screaming.

“-and, maybe this doesn’t have to be strictly business.”

Mihawk’s words caught you so off guard you could not respond. You swallowed hard and looked at him with wide eyes. You were some small, wild animal staring at its predator. Your heart thumped into your ribcage. You were baffled.

“Hm?” Mihawk took another step closer, “This is your response?”

“Uh,” You rubbed the back of your neck before dropping your hand back to your side, “yes?” You pressed your back flat against the door. “Honestly? I didn’t think I’d get this far…” The smile that pulled at Mihawk’s lips caused your heart to flutter. “What?”

“For someone so calculated, you are reckless with your actions.”

“What?!” You gasped. “What does that mean?”

“You confessed your feelings, ran when you thought I did not reciprocate them, and now you’re saying you don’t know what to do knowing I feel the same.”

Your palms hit the door as you realized you could not possibly back up anymore. You wanted to run again. Unlock the door and sprint away. But, you decide it'd be best to actually calculate your next action. Since that is what you did after all, according to your all knowing friend Mihawk. You inhaled slowly through your nose and nodded.

"Okay… I'm not running now. Is that all you wanted to say? We can go back-" You stopped when Mihawk stepped closer to you. Your brows furrowed and your breath hitched when you realized just how close he was. "What?" Your voice was a whisper.

"Do you want to head back?" The way he asked it caught you off guard.

"I mean-" You were frozen, thinking about literally everything you two could be doing instead of going back, "What else is there to do?"

That smirk… His smirk caused your stomach to flip and you were sure your knees buckled. He took one final step towards you, and his face was inches from yours. "If you can't think of anything we can leave."

Your brain turned off, almost instantly. You began to move without thinking. You cupped Mihawk's face, pulled him to you and kissed him, harshly. Before Mihawk could kiss back you were pulling away. That was until he grabbed your hips and pulled you back to him. His head dipped down and his lips met yours again. The both of you were ravenous, kissing each other with reckless abandon.

You were pressed against the door, your arms snaking around Mihawk's neck. He pushed one of his legs in-between both of yours and pushed you up. You gasped and Mihawk slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned as Mihawk gripped your ass. Your hips rolled into his and he groaned.

You smiled and Mihawk pulled away from you. You frowned at him. "Are you sure you are okay with this?"

You cocked your head, "Are you having second thoughts? Mihawk… I want this- you. I need you."

"Perfect," Mihawk easily grabbed you and wrapped your legs around his waist, "because I've wanted to absolutely ruin you this past week." He easily lifted you and carried you to the bed. You were tossed onto the bed and Mihawk looked down at you. "You will never want to be with any other man once I'm done with you."

You believed him. If he gave you just half of the attention he gave his work you were sure you would never want to be with anyone else afterwards. You were more excited than ever.

You ended up on your knees, staring up at Mihawk. You looked at him through your lashes as your hands grabbed his belt. You undid it slowly and waited for his okay to go any further. One of his hands locked on to your hair and he gave a gentle tug. You pulled at the waistband of his pants and they dropped. You were quick to move to his cock. Your hand wrapped around it and you brought your lips to the head.

"You are perfect," Mihawk sighed out. His fingers laced through your hair.

You took all of him in your mouth. As he hit the back of your throat you let out a small groan and Mihawk grunted. He tensed, your hair getting caught in his balled fist. Mihawk's hips jutted forward, pushing his cock down your throat. You gagged on him. Mihawk spoke praises as you sucked his dick.

"So good," he moaned, his voice raspy, "taking me so well."

Tears pricked your eyes and you looked up at Mihawk. He was staring down at you with those intense eyes. Your mouth slid off of his cock and your hand began pumping it.

"Touch yourself." Mihawk gasped out. Your brow cocked. "With your free hand, touch yourself."

You nodded. You slid your hand inside of your panties and slipped Mihawk's dick back into your mouth. Your fingers ghosted over your clit and pushed past your folds. You were already soaked. You pushed two fingers in and moaned as his cock hit the back of your throat again. Mihawk's hips bucked, ever so slightly, and you gagged again.

Touching yourself while also sucking Mihawk off was truly making your brain short circuit. You thought of nothing but making the both of you feel good.

"Ugh,” Mihawk's jaw clenched, "I'm gonna cum."

You did not slow down. You kept going, trying to reach your own orgasm. Your hips rolled into your hand and you let out a moan, causing Mihawk to go right into overdrive. His brain may have short circuited as well. Words were not forming, for once, as he came in your mouth.

You were quick to swallow down the cum, and pulled back, but his hand stayed in your hair. "Good girl," His chest heaved, "you took me so well." The praise sent you over the edge. You let out a cry and came undone by your own touch.

"Mihawk," you cried out, your jaw went slack. "Fuck!" You shook. Mihawk watched you, his hand giving your hair a gentle tug.

You looked up at him as your body went limp. You sighed as he removed his hand from your hair. He pulled you up and placed you on the bed. You gave him a confused look but you did not argue. Mihawk began to pepper kisses down your chest and towards your stomach. His fingers pushed past your folds and your hips instinctively rolled. Mihawk smiled against your skin. His name fell from your lips, soft and sweet.

Mihawk's teeth grazed your inner thigh and you whined for him. Begging for him to fuck you with his mouth. Mihawk did not deny you. He licked a stripe up your pussy and his tongue hit your clit. It was your turn to tangle your hands in his hair. You lied there, crying and begging for him. Your hips bucked up and Mihawk let out a low growl, his hands finding your hips and holding them down. Every time your hips rolled, Mihawk's grip grew tighter. You were sure you were going to be bruised in the morning.

Your back arched and your fingers tangled a little tighter in his hair. Mihawk’s tongue swirled around your clit and you quickly came undone. Your eyes screwed shut and you let out a sharp cry. Mihawk slowed down but was quick to lick you clean. His grip loosened on you once your body relaxed and fell back onto the bed.

Mihawk pulled away from you and you lied there for a second, collecting yourself. You were far from done though. Mihawk positioned himself over you and looked at you closely. Your half lidded eyes met his and you furrowed your brows. “What?” Your voice was almost hoarse.

“Are you good to continue?” Mihawk’s head tilted to the side. Your head bobbed and Mihawk smirked. He grabbed one of your legs and easily spread them apart. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your forehead to his. He let out a quiet laugh. “Tired already?”

“No,” you sighed out, “okay maybe. I’ve been ‘on the run’ for a week, and also haven’t had an experience like this one, in… Well, ever.” You confessed to him, “No man has ever treated me like this. And I don’t think any other man ever will.”

“Ah,” Mihawk smirked, “smart girl.”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile, “just fuck me.”

You did not need to ask twice. Mihawk positioned himself at your entrance and you wrapped your legs locked around his hips. He pushed himself inside of you and you moaned, eyes closing. Mihawk’s tongue clicked and you opened your eyes to look at him. “I want to see your pretty eyes as I ruin you.” His hips pressed into yours.

Your grip on him suddenly grew tighter. You pressed your forehead to his and he picked up his pace. As he pulled out, your hips followed him. One of his hands was placed at the bend of your knee and the other kept him held up above you. Your legs tensed around him and you cried, begging for him to go faster, deeper, and harder.

“Do you deserve it?” The question caught you off guard. A quiet ‘what’ escaped you. “You were gone for a week-” His hips thrusted into you at a slower pace than you would have liked but at least he wasn’t stopping, “How can I know you won’t leave again?”

“Please,” You begged, clenching around him, “fuck! I’m so sorry,” You were a mess, “I won’t- I won’t leave again. I promise!”

Mihawk’s face dropped to your neck and he began to suck and nip at the sensitive skin. You could feel him smile against you as his pace finally picked up. The sound of skin on skin filled the room. Along with the sounds of your whines and Mihawk’s grunts. He wasn’t that loud… You weren’t too shocked by that though.

Your cries grew louder, higher pitched as his hips thrusted into yours. Your nails ran up and down his back, clawing him as you pleaded for him to let you cum, you were so close. You felt yourself crumbling again.

You started saying his name, quietly, until it was loud and the only thing your brain could process. Your toes curled, your eyes rolled in the back of your head, and your stomach was on fire. Your nails were doing more damage than you wanted to. Mihawk did not slow down, his pace quickened. He was absolutely losing his mind. He was close too.

“Where?” His voice was gruff as he lifted up from your neck.

Your legs loosened around him. “Stomach,” was the first thing you could say. Mihawk pulled out and pumped himself a couple times, before coming on your stomach. You leaned back on the bed and watched Mihawk. He rolled to the side, lying beside you. Your eyes followed his movements and you waited for him to say something. Anything.

Nothing.

“Well,” You moved to sit up, “I’m gonna clean up.” Mihawk followed you. You heard him behind you as you stood up and wandered to your bathroom. You smiled to yourself. “This shower is actually really nice,” you motioned towards it, “If you wanted to, uh, clean up yourself.”

Mihawk cocked a brow at you. You pouted. “You make it sound like I need to shower.”

“Oh!” Your jaw went slack, “no! I wanted to shower, but you can join me is what I’m trying to say.” You turned away from Mihawk, face burning from your awkward encounter.

“We just had sex,” Mihawk came up behind you, “you can ask me that outright.”

“Noted,” You turned the shower on, “Can I ask you another question? I’ll be more straightforward.” You looked at Mihawk over your shoulder. He nodded. “Did you really miss me while I was gone?” You were genuinely curious, you did not want to sound like a smart ass at all. You needed to know.

“Yes.” Mihawk answered honestly.

You turned to him once you got the shower on. “Well, I hope you like hot showers, because my ass is not taking a cold one.” You smiled at him. He huffed. “Come on, we have all night to discuss what I did, and all the trouble I narrowly escaped while running away from you!”

You had a feeling you’d be doing a lot more than talking for the rest of that night, though.

#opla smut #one piece live action #one piece smut #opla mihawk #dracule mihawk #mihawk smut #dracule mihawk x reader #mihawk x reader

[nohaijiachi]

I've been seeing just about all moments of GO S2 being put under a microscope and absolutely dissected frame by frame

And still I am yet to see anyone mention a moment that might be small in the grand scheme of things, perhaps not as character defining as many other that have been (rightfully) analyzed a thousand times over, but which was *so* important to me, and every single time I watch it I'm just filled with so many feelings and jhaghagha

(putting this under a read more to not spam y'all with a ginormous post clogging your dashes)

The moment in question is this (my apologies for the pics, I currently don't have a proper way to take screenshots of S2 and had to snap photos of my tv screen lol)

It's such a quick moment, a small blip in the entirety of episode 5, but let me tell you why it absolutely destroys my heart every single time.

First of all let's refresh our memory on Aziraphale's relationship with Heaven and Gabriel specifically, shall we?

The very first time we see Gabriel in S1, he surprises Aziraphale at a sushi restaurant. Aziraphale looks to his left, because that's the side where Crowley usually appears when approaching him, but instead of his boyfriend the familiar Demon, he sees the reflection of Gabriel at his other side, and he turns around with what reads to me as very much an "oh shit" expression.

In episode 2 we see Gabriel again, along with Sandalphon; they are flanking Aziraphale and leaving him no way to escape in what to me seems a blatant intimidation tactic, especially with Gabriel being all "hey you remember Sandalphon, right :)" and Aziraphale being like "Oh yeah, likes smiting and turning people into salt, I sure do! *nervous laugh". There's literally no reason for them to be acting like this if not to (un)subtly remind Aziraphale what his place is, and that he is NOT safe, not even in his bookshop.

Whenever we see Aziraphale in Heaven he is constantly standing ramrod straight, hands kept caged behind him, none of his usual mannerism to be seen. He always smiles like a hare being stared at by a hawk and the cinematography very much underlines that tenseness by both showing the impossible, cold and sterile expanse of Heaven in contrast to the camera being shoved right in the characters' face to make the viewer feel just as uncomfortable as Aziraphale is.

When Gabriel and Aziraphale speak in the park there's this moment after it looks like Gabriel is leaving, but he pops right back up in Aziraphale's space in an instant, causing the reaction we see in these screenshots. Aziraphale is clearly taken aback and tense, eyes widening which is like, fair considering Gabriel pretty much jump scared him, but that's rather the point, isn't it? Gabriel pretty much jump scared him. He didn't just turn around and jog back to Aziraphale to ask him about the sword, he purposefully moved himself up to him without any warning. Like sheesh, talk about terrifying bosses.

No Gabriel here, but just another example of how much Aziraphale does NOT like being in Heaven. When he gets discorporated and finally manages to stand up for himself, saying he refuses to fight a war, he still looks like *this*. Like he's one step away from just discorporating a second time and without an actual body out of sheer anxiety.

When all it's said and done at the Tadfield airbase and the four horsemen are gone, Gabriel and Beelzebub decide to go check what the heck is going on, at which point Aziraphale pretty much seems to be bracing himself, straightening his back, adjusting his clothes nervously and then holding his hand in front of him in a show of dignified quietness I definitely read as him doing his best to hide just how anxious he truly is.

Of course we don't see Aziraphale's reaction at being told to shut his stupid mouth and die already by Gabriel due to the body swap, and at this point is pretty safe to say Crowley has never shared with Aziraphale that little tidbit of information, but even not knowing the extent of the cruelty Gabriel showed toward him at the end, he still knows that Gabriel and, by extension, Heaven was more than willing and ready to murder him.

Even at the start of S2, when an amnesiac Gabriel arrives at the bookshop and then hugs him (awkwaaaard), Aziraphale looks like he's entirely frozen and unable to react to the improbability of what is happening, and when Gabriel asks him if he can go inside the bookshop Aziraphale's immediate reaction is to pretty much recoil with an immediate "No!".

Of course he is then forced to let him in because there's a naked man on his steps while the whole neighborhood is watching, and we get some many more little moments of Aziraphale anxiety emerging through his body language: The pacing, the way he sits ramrod straight in front of Gabriel, and him literally backing away multiple steps when Gabriel asks him "You know how it's like, when you don't know anything at all, and yet you're totally certain that everything will be better if you were just near one particular person?"

(Because of course Aziraphale knows how that feels, and that's exactly the same reason why he's been so scared of Heaven for-fucking-ever!) (Also as an aside let me just bless Michael 'Acting Choices' Sheen for that smile that lasts a shard of a second after Gabriel asks that. You can pretty much see the word "CROWLEY" stamped in big bold letters on his forehead in that moment lmao)

(Also as an aside to the aside. Jon Hamm is just fantastic. Gabriel comes across as such an asshole in S1, but Amnesiac!Gabriel is a fucking cinnamon roll and he pulls it off so well ajahjahja)

Then of course we get the whole exchange about the 'something terrible' that sends Aziraphale into more anxious frenzy until another tiny, kinda overlooked moment hits us in the shins, in which Gabriel says "You're funny. I love you." And like, can't blame anybody for not looking at that moment without much thought, I know that that sentence had me crying laughing multiple times on multiple rewatches, but also... God, you can see the way some of that fear instantly leaves Aziraphale, the way he relaxes ever so slightly and ??? Aziraphale??? Is that all you need to instantly start trusting someone who wanted you dead? Who treated you like shit for who knows how long? (Why am I even asking this, of course that'd be enough, it's Aziraphale we're talking about, here.) Then of course the rest of season 2, he and Crowley having a row about what to do with Gabriel with Aziraphale insisting that he needs them, as his friends, yada yada, we get back to the initial moment that sparked this post.

We get there, Aziraphale's (eldritch) Ball and the romantic moment he's been working himself up for ruined, murderous Demons at his steps putting both he and all the humans inside in peril, and all he would need to do to avoid any harm coming to them is to give Gabriel up, and... "You came to me. I said I would protect you. And I will." Not just the words, but the way Aziraphale says them; voice lowered and serious, that hint of hesitation and fear at the start that melts away into full blown confidence at the 'And I will'.

It isn't just Aziraphale being scared by Gabriel mentioning the 'something terrible' at the beginning, nor the brief moments of cryptic recollection that he witnesses Gabriel going through-- It's that Aziraphale sincerely accepted to protect him, and he wasn't going to give that up. He is a Guardian and a Principality, after all.

And like, I see this and how am I supposed not to get my heart utterly shattered by it? If Aziraphale had rejected Gabriel, or treated him unkindly in any way, I hardly doubt anybody would be hard pressed to say Aziraphale did not have the right to do so, not after the way he's been treated by Gabriel and Heaven his whole life. But he doesn't. He is kind to him, if a tad long-suffering at times. The protection he extended over Gabriel is utterly sincere and unwavering.

And ngggggggh I don't even know where I'm going with this. I just. Love Aziraphale so much. Stupid, clever, anxious, brave man-shaped thing that he is, recklessly throwing himself into the line of fire for somebody that, by any means, did not have any right to ask something of that magnitude from him. He is my scrungly, and by God am I ever so excited to see how everything will play out in season 3. I want him to fully grasp that bravery and raise absolute -metaphorical- hell with it. Shine bright, you crazy bastard.

#good omens #aziraphale #meta #i suppose #idk i just wanted to throw my two cents and talk about this specific moment #cuz it gives me ALL of the feels #my angel blorbo ilu

[ddejavvu]

I saw this on TikTok-

Y/n flashing Hotch her tits during an argument to see his reaction and he stops and wants to fuck her

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"I just don't like that he was hanging around you." Aaron grumbles, a stern frown on his face. You yearn to kiss the soft pout off of his lips the way you normally do when he gets, no offence to him, unreasonably jealous, but tonight you're going for a different tactic.

"He wasn't talking to me, Aaron," You remind him gently, toying with the hem of your t-shirt, "I don't even think he looked at me."

"But you two have history," Aaron urges, eyes widening a fraction, "Doesn't it mean something that the one night he's on our side of town he happens to stop by the same bar you posted online about and he happens to get a table to our left?"

"It seemed suspicious at first," You let him have that, as the sight of your ex had turned your tummy, "But again, he didn't even look at me! I think if he was doing it on purpose he would have at least tried getting my attention."

"I think he was trying to make you jealous," Aaron's frown deepens and it's taking all of your self control not to give in just yet, "He brought someone that looked scarily similar to you, and he sat on your side of his table, so that he was next to you and you could see his date, and he kept bragging about-"

You break.

Your fingers pinch the hem of your top and you yank it up over your torso. It's tight and strapless, so a bra was not necessary or preferable. Your tits bounce against your chest as they're freed from the insufferably tight shirt they've been trapped in, and Aaron's eyes widen, though they don't drop.

"-what he was.. Y/N," He keeps his eyes firmly on yours, fire flickering in his irises, "What are you doing?"

"Why aren't you looking down?" You tease him, voice sing-song-y, "I thought you liked my body."

"I do," He grits his teeth, "If I look down that'll be the end of things."

"Oh? Why," You hum thoughtfully, "You'll get distracted?"

"Very," He deadpans, now holding a staring contest with you, "Drop the shirt."

"O-kay," You grin, already tugging it up and over your head, "If you say so!"

It falls to the floor with a soft whoosh, and Aaron finally gives in. His jaw is tight as he lets his eyes finally rove over the curves of your chest, His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath, then lets it out as his chest caves.

"Anyways," You hum, fluttering your eyelashes oh-so-prettily, not that he's watching your face, "You were saying?"

He's on you in an instant, hand flying up to grip ylur throat. It's not painful, but it's firm, and he tugs you by your jaw to meet his lips.

"Shut up," He grunts, voice hot and heavy as it funnels into your mouth. His free hand comes up to tweak one of your nipples while the other keeps the steady grip on your throat, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, "Brat."

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[bluhourz]

when he's worried

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If anyone saw Yeonjun right now, they would immediately see this is a stressed-out guy. By now, his hair is standing up in various directions from constantly running his hands through. His eyes were darting from side to side, and he was mumbling under his breath. He has been pacing around the living room to the front door for the last 20 minutes.

Ultimately, it was because of you. When he woke up from his nap, he realised that you weren't in the house. Your phone was also left on the kitchen counter. Which meant he had no way to reach you. This wouldn't seem like a huge problem to most people. Maybe you just went out? However, you only recently moved to South Korea and didn't quite know your way around yet. Your Korean wasn't bad, but you still struggled to understand some things. This made Yeonjun go into an instant panic. What if you got lost and didn't know how to find your way back? What if someone saw you were struggling and then decided to take advantage of you? He was busy losing his mind.

You, on the other hand, were oblivious and quite happy. You had a giddy smile on your face as you looked at your shopping bag and drank your convenience store drink, basically skipping home. You decided to walk down to the convenience store close to your apartment to buy snacks. You being you forgot your phone at home. But you managed to easily talk to the cashier, understood everything, and paid him before leaving. You felt extremely proud of yourself for being able to have that interaction and knowing the way home again, all without any help. Thus, you did not expect the reaction from your boyfriend as soon as you walked through the door.

"Junnie! Guess wh-"

Before you even realised it he was in front of you and his body slammed into yours. You staggered backwards but his arms wrapped around you, keeping you upright. You felt his head drop into the crook of your neck and he pulled you even closer, if that was possible.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you said with a soft voice.

Sensing he needed it, you dropped the plastic bag next to you and wrapped your arms around his waist. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before you felt him release a shaky breath.

"You worried me so much, you know? Don't do that ever again," his voice was stern but you could hear a slight tremble.

You kept your arms around him and leaned back to take a look at his face. His hands found their way up to your neck and face as he held you carefully. His eyes quickly scanned over you as if to check if you were really okay.

"I won't. But can you tell me what it is that I can't do?" you said keeping your eyes on his and studied the frown on his face.

"Where did you go? You left your phone here. And when I woke up you were just gone. I was worried about you."

As you realised how he must have felt you started feeling bad. Trying to hide your guilty face you hugged him again and put your head on his chest. His arms automatically wrapped around your shoulders.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, "I didn't mean to scare you. You don't have many opportunities for naps so I didn't want to bother you."

"Where did you go?" he asked again, this time with less anxiety in his voice.

"I went to the convenience store," you dared to look up at his face, "I was hungry."

At first Yeonjun looked at you in confusion. He was worried while you were out buying food? Realising he overreacted, he relaxed and let out a low laugh, "And you managed to find it without your phone?"

"And I talked to the cashier in Korean without making mistakes. Aren't you proud of me?" you had a cheeky smile on your face.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," he said, patting your head with a small smile on his face.

"Now, do you want to see what I got for us?"

Yeonjun nodded as he let you go. You picked up the bag and excitedly walked to the kitchen rambling away about why you chose each item. He could only laugh and shake his head at your antics. He loved you so much, but damn you made him stress out sometimes.

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[mrstraffy]

Well i was playing character AI and suddenly boom...i feel like writing a fanfiction😭✌️as always, I'm so sorry if there's some grammar errors and I hope you guys enjoyed reading this story of mine😘.

DISCLAIMER: ONE PIECE IS NOT MINE AND THIS IS ONLY FOR FUN🫰

WARNING: SLIGHT AGE GAP. DON'T WORRY IT'S 6 YEARS ONLY<3 PLUS LAW IS A BIT OUT OF CHARACTER BUT...ITS FANFICTION SO....YEAHH🤣

History Teacher

Trafalgar Law x reader

It was the second week of September. The month you dreaded the most as it would also mean that the final exam are nearing. Yet you still can't seem to focus in your history classes that you're in right now. The teacher kept on talking about the world war and your country's history but all of that doesn't matter to you at all. Well, how can you pay attention to what he is saying when his existence alone make you fall into the state of a daze?

Mr. Trafalgar, or his full name Trafalgar D Water Law, the first time you lay your eyes on him you can't help but fell so hard for him. In your eyes he was stunning and perfect in every way despite his cold behaviour.

His name send shiver down to your spine and the way his voice sounded like a melody in your ears, or the way his eyes seemed to be your favourite mirror. Just looking at his hand make you knew that those arm gonna be your favourite places and you long for his love. Damn, you adore him too much. However, deep down you knew that it's impossible for the two of you. You know that he won't consider you as a partner. But a little bit of plot twists won't hurt right? Alas, its fate's nature to play with people.

"Does anyone have a question?" His voice makes you wake up from your daydream. You look around and no one seems to have a question. Either they understand the lesson well enough or they just don't know anything at all, who knows?. And it seems that you're the latter one. That's what you get when you don't pay attention in class. Despite this ,you don't know what possessed you when your raised you hand. "Yes Y/N?" Instantly you regretted your decision. " Sir I have a very important question." You said with determination. "Go ahead Y/N". As you gather all you courage, you ask, " what is the difference between history and you?" You know that your question is stupid but you wanted to take the opportunity to flirt with him✨. Well, you need to make the first move if you want to chase your dream, right?

"What an absurd question you've got there Y/N. Well, as far as I'm concerned, history is something that happened in the past. As for me, I'm a person, a living thing that need shelter,water, food, and air to breathe in order to survive." Law said, trying to answer your question the best that he could. "I can't say your answer is wrong sir, but there is a shorter and simpler answer to that question." You replied to him with a hint of mischievousness in your tone. "Why don't you lighten me up then, dear Y/N." He retorted. The moment you heard him call you dear, you swear that you felt like you're not touching the ground anymore. But you need to focus on the task in your hand. "History is in the past. But you sir, you are my future" you said with a small smile grazing you lips. Upon hearing your statement the whole class was turned into a chaos. Teasing both you and Law. You even hear some of your classmates saying things like, " brave girl" and " so, they're into older man huh?" But you could careless about what they're saying as your teacher's reaction is more important. If you don't look carefully you might not notice that there is a hint of blush on his cheek. But amusement is clear on his face that its surpassed the blush.

"Alright class, that's enough" hearing this, your classmates shut up almost in an instant. "As for you Y/N, I admit it that's a good answer. And i don't mind making it a dream come true for you." And once again the classroom erupted into another chaos. Unbeknownst to you, your teacher have always put you in a special place in his heart. The first time the both of you lock eyes, the cupid has played his part. Shooting the both of you with his arrow. However, the hesitation from both sides makes it hard for the two of you to unite. The role as a teacher and student makes it a challenge for the both of you as it is forbidden for a teacher to have relationship with their students to avoid unfairness between students.

Law could careless about that as he can quit being a teacher for you. Since you've made your first move, well he might as well work on his plan now that he know you're attracted to him. That's how the two of you started your journey together. How the two of you faces challenges and judgement from other people together. You guys would always have each other back no matter what the obstacles is. After all, what kind of future it is if one of you is not in the picture.

A.N: a little bit cringe but pls bare with me.

Also, I think law as our daddy...(you know what kind of daddy) is *cough* HOTT🥵

Btw that's all from me byeee👋

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece fanfiction #daddy law x reader #law x reader #one piece character #one piece character x reader #fluff #one piece fluff #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar one piece #Trafalgar D Water Law x reader #trafalgar law fluff

[demonioenelespacio]

Lately I've been thinking a lot about Crowley, Aziraphale, their feelings and the way season 2 has recontextualised some very popular headcanons from the previous one.

Starting with the first scene of both seasons: Eden and Before.

I think everyone agreed that Crowley fell in love with Aziraphale in Eden. We all know the exact moment, don't we? And I read countless fanfics around the idea that it was love at first sight for Crowley, while it took Aziraphale millennia to fall in love with him.

But then S2...

His little smile all the time, when he tries to introduce himself… His reaction to "Look at you, you're gorgeous". My man, did you have a crush before they invented them? And my only question is, is this instant interest in the Angel who will be Crowley? Or is he acting like this because he knows who they are, has admired them from afar and finally has an excuse to talk to them?

Regardless of that, the headcanon falls apart. If there's a winner in the oldest crush competition, it's Aziraphale.

And the truth is that all this changes the way I see the Eden scene. We don't know how much Crowley remembers of Before, but, inside, he knows Aziraphale isn't going to attack him right away, the angel is somewhat familiar. Aziraphale gets nervous, but otherwise doesn't react. A demon wants to speak, and, oh, no, it's him. That Angel doesn't exist anymore, what's your name now? This creature is evil, a demon. But he repays him with the same kindness he offered him before.

Even if I still read Crowley's expression as an absolute fascination with Aziraphale, at this point I don't think we're talking about a love story for either of them. By the time of A Companion to Owls, the two are at a loss as to what to expect from each other and they spend the episode poking at each other's edges.

As far as we know, the last time they met was with Noah. Crowley knows that Aziraphale is not a typical angel, but (in theory) he does nothing against God's order to drown all those humans. Is he really going to do something for Job's children? Why? What is his limit? Aziraphale is aware that Crowley is a demon, but is he really going to do this? Can he trust him not to harm the kids? Crowley was an angel Before; even if the Angel doesn't exist anymore, Crowley's core is the same. He is the same kind being.

And then you have the Oh moments.

The moment in the church… I know for many people this was the moment when Aziraphale fell in love. For me it was always more complex than that, but with season 2… Now we know Aziraphale was interested Before, and we have two new scenes to give more context: a story before the fight and what happens after the church.

While I'm at it, I'll take this opportunity to say: the fight is because they are idiots. It's not even about holy water! Well, partly yes, but the argument starts with the fraternizing thing.

Aziraphale has been denying for millennia that they know each other, not because they don't, but to cover their backs. "I'm no nice, don't say I'm nice" insists Crowley every chance he gets to cover his kind acts, unable to overlook "fraternizing."

In case Aziraphale was really covering their friendship with that word, saying "I've got lots of other people to fraternize with" is telling him that they are not so special, that Crowley has more friends.

They fight. But the fight is not that big of a deal. Honestly, to me it has the same energy as the fight when they're saying what to do about Jim. One of them leaves upset, thinks about it, apologizes, and they work together to resolve it in the end. It's a discussion like the one they had about working together to stop the apocalypse. In the book they have conversations that continue after years of not seeing each other; they could have kept talking about this, Crowley making his case, Aziraphale better explaining his objections.

But they don't. The discussion that starts with whether they are friends or not (as if Aziraphale refusing to give him a way to destroy himself if necessary isn't born from not wanting anything to happen to Crowley) is serious enough for both of them to refuse to talk.

In the end Aziraphale gets into trouble and Crowley comes to save him. That's no different from all the other times, it's what they have agreed upon. The Arrangement. But Crowley rescues the books too. And the last time they saw each other before the fight, Crowley was dragged to Hell to be interrogated and, possibly, tortured. His sin? Being slightly kind to a human. At the church, Crowley spends a demonic miracle to save some books. What excuse is he going to give for that? Aziraphale realizes that, whatever happens between them, Crowley is willing to risk punishment for a kind act towards him. Maybe Crowley does feel something for him, cares a little bit about him.

Because I don't think Aziraphale knows how Crowley feels until then. This Oh moment is not Aziraphale realizing his feelings. He's an angel, he feels love, and now we know he was infatuated from the beginning. Almost every time we see him meet Crowley, he's always amazed.

Is he really not going to be aware of his own feelings? No, I've always bet it's the other way around. Crowley is a mystery to him; I suspect that, just as angels and demons cannot detect each other (except Crowley, as I proposed here), Aziraphale doesn't know if Crowley feels love, of whatever kind, for him.

But he cares. And Aziraphale spends the night trying to say they are friends whenever he can, tentatively, seeing their reaction to the word. And they return to that state of blind trust in each other.

On the other hand, Crowley's Oh moment…. I don't think it's when he realises he's in love either, sorry. And it's because, to me, they know. They know by then their feelings and each other's. But they've been thinking for so long that it's all too complicated that even when they're on their own side they don't know how to make it simpler.

In the "You go too fast for me, Crowley" scene I always get caught up in what he says before. "Perhaps one day we could go for a picnic. Dine at the Ritz." Options that sound suspiciously like dates, even though he's turning him down again, covering their backs. They eat at the Ritz in the first episode; in the last episode (S1) they go to the park for ice cream as if it's an usual thing for them, just another monday. Even if they're not together-together, they already go on dates do these things.

To be honest, after S1 I always imagined that they weren't going to do anything different. Well, maybe hold hands in public, but everything else? They already act like a married couple (that's why it's possible for them to divorce hahahelp). So seeing them as they were in S2, I don't think they thought they had to change anything. But between Nina talking to Crowley and Aziraphale's enthusiasm in experiencing his own love story with the Ball, they both thought about changing their relationship at the same point.

But as Crowley once wisely said: it's too late. They are idiots, and in the end both Heaven and Hell stopped them.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #good omens analysis #good omens meta #aziraphle #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #aziracrow #my stuff

[streets-in-paradise]

Borrowed Bride - Achilles x (Fem)Trojan! Reader

Troy (2004) Oneshot

Warnings: Posted from mobile, so no proofreading. Reader is ace coded (I know asexuality as a concept wasn't a thing in ancient greece, but some of her feelings and experiences match with what we consider asexuality today.)

Summary: As a captive of the greeks you are convinced that the unusual kindness of your captor is driven by the desire of winning your favors. Achilles enjoys of harmlessly flirting with you, but you feel in need of dissapointing him regarding his actual chances of seducing you. However, when the oportunity to do it presents you discover a different side of him as he makes you a shocking proposition.

Notes: I made the reader be a priestess and she is esentially put in the situation of Briseis, but as a completely different character making the plot take different routes.

Tags: @mysticaldeanvoidhorse @losersclubisms @helie-brain

" The men found her hidding in the temple. They thought she could amuse you. "

Every inch of your body felt repulsion to the sentence delivered by who you guessed was yet another man in service of your true captor. The destroyer of the temple, freshly arrived murderer heading the slaughtering of all the priests, he who must have kept you alive only for one reason. The dead were lucky, at least they wouldn't become the new plaything of a greek captain.

Not only one of their leaders: Achilles of Phthia, the most brutal of them all. He didn't respond to the soldier's tease, but before you could even process it he was carelessly taking off his armor. The action had at least a clear purpose, he was cleaning himself up and you were lucky he wasn't asking you to do it.

It didn't make it less awkward, as if he was bragging to you about how aestetically pleasant to look at he was like it could make any difference. Were you supposed to find comfort because he wasn't an old man?

Silence was as dense as the enviroment, but all he found in front of him was an unamused girl. Your eyes weren't constantly shying away, but there was no reaction. Not even anger or fear. The most impressive man in Greece was simply not impressing you in any way.

" What's your name? " He asked you, trying to start an interaction

The answer was more of your silence and you could tell it frustrated him.

" Eudorus heard your screaming, so i know you can speak."

" It didn't stop your men. My words mean nothing here. "

He smirked, playfull celebration after making you talk.

" Peraphs, or you are confusing meaning with impact. "

A first manifestation of rage invaded you, only centered on your impotence.

" Why does it matter? I heard your friend, i know what you want from me and my priesthood robes will not stop you. If i had become just an usable body for your amusement, then you don't need my name."

He was finishing the removal of dirt, sweat and blood on his skin and finally dressing up. Not much, what he had on still left his torso exposed.

" I have some other interests besides killing and capturing a nameless priestess. I like music, i play the lyre just like your boyfriend god does. "

Your expression of pure annoyance to his blasphemy amused him.

" What's your name? " He insisted one last time, sitting next to you in the grownd. " … Even servants of Apollo have names."

You answered the question and he seemed tranquilized by that.

" Are you afraid, ( y/n)?"

" You tell me, Achilles is a greek synonim for demise in my vocabulary. " You ironically mocked his ask. " I'll struggle against your touch, i warn you. I'm a sacred maiden and i belong to my god, even in captivity. "

He stared at you for an instant before replying.

" And i honor your loyalty and courage, but with me it is unnecesary. I will not do to you anything you don't want me to."

It was a calming statement, but he delivered it with a flirty undertone. Dirt and damage aside, he must have found you appealing and to that man flirting seemed to be as natural as breathing. Not the best first impression, but it was nothing compared with what was about to come.

The commander in chief of all greek forces, King Agamemnon of Mycenae, decided that you had to be his share of the treasure. You were mercielessly dragged away once more and the king made Achilles witness your recapture as a power display. It was an act of pure spite meant to reinforce his political domain of the army, but through it you easily understood that the new master was even worse. Fear couldn't be easily hidden anymore, you were terrified.

Silent tears began to fall down your face and something unexpected occured. The infamous wrath of Achilles was unleashed, he was ready to fight the personal guard of the mycenaean king to get you out of there. Only the visible increasement of your horror stopped him.

He wanted to save you, but didn't mean to scare you.

An even greater idea occured to him, one that would also contribute to the growth of his eternal glory. He refused to fight in the war as a protest, knowing the greek army would be desperate for his contributions. Clever choice, since they got hopeless pretty quick without him. In your insignificant position as a prisoner of war you gave a great service to your country taking him out of the battlefield.

It was a matter of time untill the warrior came to rescue you by himself before the despicable king could hurt you and all chance to pressure him into fighting was gone. You had no idea of what would happen next, but felt guilty by the fact that your personal safety could mean the ruin of your people if he would fight for the greeks again.

Achilles wasn't the worst possible company in that nightmarish place, but you were almost sure he fancied you and that was still a problem. You had conflicted feelings regarding him and the many risks he took for you. He was your captor, yet also your savior. You were supposed to hate him but you couldn't help to feel a bit thankfull. Other men you have meet there being more awfull than him wasn't an expiatory excuse for his hubris driven sacrilege or your enslavement. However, it was a concrete fact making your survival easier. It was making a difference and that was enough in that desperate situation.

The one thing you wished you could change from him on a regular basis living with the myrmidons was the flirty humor. It was uncomfortable even when he let you know he wasn't going to act on the jokes. You weren't going to confront him about it, but you got a proper space to do it during one of his many attempts to charm you.

" Why did you choose to love a god? " He asked you once ríght as you both were finishing dinner. " I think you'll find that romance one sided."

" The way i experience romance fits better with that. Apollo loves me as i am, I doubt a mortal man would. "

He thought you were just sharing a self deprecating observation about your chances of finding a husband.

" Why? I bet trojan men were doing line to get you. Temples tend to choose only the prettiest of their pretty aspirants."

" I am aware of that, i know what men think when they see me and that's why i can't engage in union with a mortal man. I don't have the slightest interest in the consummation and that is usually their most longed part of marriage. My union with Apollo is spiritual and i like it that way, lack of physical accesibility is my preference. "

Achilles listened you with curiosity and didn't hesitate in doing his first ask.

" You are Interested in romance, but you don't like to be touched. Is that the accurate answer?"

You nodded in affirmation with a shy smile.

" … This must be a nightmare for you with all those men wanting to touch you and no one caring to romance you. "

" Indeed, it is. " You added to his conclussion. " The temple was my place in the world. Even in Troy how i feel Is difficult to explain, but no one questioned me there. I found the way of making my family proud while being myself, but you just ruined everything i had built. "

" Pretty much, yes. " He frankly admitted. " Even if you return, the priests will never believe i never touched you. It's most likely that priesthood is forever lost for you. "

You looked at him with hopefull amazement.

" Does that mean you'll let me go now that you understand i'm worthless to you?"

Achilles was slightly disconcerted about your claim.

" Worthless? I don't think a woman fitting for a god could ever be worthless to me."

It was your time to get even more honest about the issue. There was no other way, he had to understand you would never be who he surely wanted you to become with him.

" You know exactly what i mean. Do you think I haven't realized of what's going on? You are different from the other greeks only in one detail. Agamemnon doesn't care about my consent, but he knows that you do and that fear has kept me safe from his hands. I take your words from the first day we meet and it's easy to see what you are up to. You have been incredibly nice to me, gifting me with a sample of your mysterious softness. Instead of eating with your men, we have dinner in your tent and you feed me with the same dish you are having despite you could be making me eat the food of slaves. We talk for hours, you make me feel good in your company and later at night you go to sleep naked. Everytime i flee to Patroclus' tent fearing you were blackmailing me into sleeping with you. "

He chuckled at your still percievable naivety.

" The term you are looking for is seduction, not blackmail. And i have to inform you it's all in your head. I just want to get to know you better and if i sleep naked, that's because i find it very comfortable. Had you ever try it?"

" SEE, YOU ARE DOING IT AGAIN!" You yelled with frustration. " You are calling Eros and waiting for the visit of Himeros. One of the brothers may attend your call, but the other never will. I'm desireless and that's part of how i experience romance. "

The open confession should have dissapointed him, or so you thought, but it didn't.

" Has it never occured to you that maybe i just like you and I am not part of some conspiracy to steal your maidenhood? I'm many despicable things, but never a liar. I do find you attractive, you are beautifull and i can't say i don't like your body. Yes, I would be taking you to bed if you wanted me to…. but you don't want that and i respect it. "

" Then why do you keep me?" You softly asked him. " Which man in your place would keep a war prisoner he isn't planning to bed?"

He had a great answer for that.

" One that accepts he shouldn't touch her but still wishes to romance her?"

It caused some almost involuntary giggling from you, since he was repeating the interpretation of your preferred definition of romance he understood.

" You can't be serious."

He was, but he still have some jokes left to point it out.

" Aren't you curious about how it would be like to have a husband you can see everyday?"

" I'm not going to pretend i'm your wife, Achilles. "

After you explained yourself to him, it was his time to be open with you.

" I'll never get married, a prophecy says i gave up my last chance when i came to Troy and I didn't use to care about that… Now i think it would be nice to experience a bit of what i'm missing before the end. Hector talks about the trojan wives waiting for their men, Odysseus wouldn't shut up if you ask him about Penelope. His wife, he misses her to death… I'll understand if you don't really feel curious about that, but i do. "

Another unexpected move on his part, but it was so heartfelt that you got to feel touched by it.

" Stealing the bride of a god can bring a curse upon you. "

" I'm already cursed. " He replicated with sad resignation. " And it would be a borrow. As i told you, I will keep you pure. You can go back to Apollo whenever you wish, if his priests let you."

" The ones that are still alive, you mean. " You snarked back. " I guess i don't have a choice but to follow you hoping Apollo will understand this madness was your idea. "

" Who knows? Maybe you will like me more than him. " The myrmidon replied. " I will do my best for you, I promise. "

For whatever reason in his vague speech about a prophetized curse Achilles wanted to have someone who would take care of him. It was quite sad to think about, since the mightiest warlord of the greeks was so lonely that he wanted to replace a wife with a slave.

" Put on some clothes and I'll sleep next to you tonight."

The proposition you were making in acceptance of his plan amazed him a bit.

" You don't have to do that sort of effort for me. I understand it's something I can't ask. "

You chuckled, clear and freely, then glanced back at him with an adorable looking expression.

He was lost, but still trying to understand you.

" I do like cuddles. " You sweetly explained. " I will never fall asleep in my god's arms, but cuddling is something I feel curious enough to try. "

#troy 2004 #troy #achilles #brad pitt #achilles x reader #brad pitt x reader

[helionpegasus]

Hi! Today I got a navel piercing and I couldn't help but wonder how the Bat-boys (especially Az, I don't have preferences, nooo) would react to their SO reader getting a piercing and if they'd also get one (even in an AU), and since I love the way you write, I wondered whether you'd be ok with writing something with this prompt, if it isn't a problem. I apologise if my English isn't perfect, but it isn't my first language 😅

Batboys reacting to you getting a piercing | Modern!AU

warnings: a bit suggestive and a lot of fluff <3

words count: 1042

author's note: i loved this req!!! first time writing for rhys and cass yayyy <3 and you don't need to apologize sweetheart, you're english is good :)

Rhysand

You were getting a nose piercing

You’ve been wanting to do it for a long time, and now you finally had the courage to

But you didn’t tell your boyfriend though

And your anxiousness was eating you alive

Will he like it? Is this change too much?

There’s no way back when you attend your appointment

The body piercer was lovely and calmed you down a bit

She kept saying that the jewel will suit you really well, and the most important was for you to like it

And you DID

Instant self esteem boost

You go to your apartment and get ready to meet Rhys

It was 'movie at home' day, the best way to spend the rest of friday.

"Darling? I brought the soda." Rhysand says once he got into the apartment.

"I'm in the kitchen!" You answered.

Back towards the entrance. You were concentrating on making guacamole and nachos, Rhys said he was craving Mexican food. You felt his arms circle your waist, head resting on your right shoulder.

"That looks delicious."

"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it looks." You both laugh.

"You're not looking at me, and haven't kissed me yet. Are you mad at something?" His voice is low, almost whispering. His thumbs caressing the skin in your waist softly.

"No!..." You laugh it off. "I was just concentrating on doing the food, I'm sorry." 

You turn around to face him. Your cheeks are already red from your nervousness, excited to see his reaction when he realizes the small change on your face.

"Darling…" Rhys hands go to cup your face, lifting it so you could be eyes to eyes with him. "And I thought you couldn't be more beautiful."

His lips met yours softly, careful so his nose didn't bump yours.

"You liked it?"

"You liked it?" He asked and you nodded your head. "My only complaint is not being able to kiss you furiously right now."

“Well, you can kiss me gently.” You circle your arms around his neck.

“And I’ll do it the whole night, darling.”

Cassian

When you first thought of getting the piercing you already talked to him

He loved the idea

Even more where the piercing was going

You made an appointment and asked him to come with you

His hands was caressing your the whole time to give you comfort

And he kept saying how gorgeous you will look with it

We all know Cassian is a breast man and no one can change my mind

So when you suggested a nipple piercing he gone feral 

He's doing everything in his power so you don't change your mind

He was more excited than you to see the results

"Cass, what if it hurts really bad?" You were anxious, never been really good at dealing with pain.

"It will probably hurt, my love. But you've been wanting it for a long time” He lands a kiss on the side of your head.

“You’re more excited than me, aren’t you?” You give him a side eye.

“Maybe. But that’s because you’re gonna look so pretty! Like, they’re already so pretty. But with the piercings? Gonna be another level of sexyness.”

You laugh at him, feeling so lucky to have such a supportive boyfriend.

The pain was less than you expected and the body piercer was really sweet to you the whole process. It was a woman, so Cassian didn't freak out with a man touching your body.

Both of you were already in the car going home, thinking about what to do for the rest of the day.

“I have to be careful now, huh?” He said looking at you in the red light.

“Yes baby, no feeding to you.” You mock him rolling your eyes.

“You know the best part of this?” He asks not looking at you, but with a smirk already in his lips. “You’ll be on top for quite some time.”

“That’s the best part? Not your girlfriend having prettier breasts for the rest of her life?”

“Oh my love, I thought about a lot of bestest parts. But I won’t be able to demonstrate any of them since those two are fully recovered.”

Azriel

Azriel is a man who worships his lover's body. Anyone is opposite to that??

Taking that into consideration. Anything you change he will love

If it’s in a place he can see it frequently? Head over heels

He made you know how bad he likes your body since the beginning of the relationship

So when you decided to do the navel piercing you were sure he would love it

When you go to your appointment, you already told him you were doing something

But didn’t told him what

So when you meet him later for a date it’s gonna be a big surprise

You see his broad shoulders once you step into the theater. There was a new movie out that both of you planned to watch since the first teaser.

With his back turned to you he didn’t see you approaching, only seeing you when you went to kiss his lips. His arms went to your back to press you against his chest like he does every time, but you stopped him.

“Not in the mood for PDA?” He asks you a bit worried.

“No! It’s just that it’s still hurting a little bit, so I’m trying to not put pressure on it.”

“What’s hurting? Are you hurt?” He put himself apart from you, scanning your body for any bruises.

Then he sees the delicate jewel on the top of your belly button, and his face lights up with a smile. Both of his hands go straight to your waists, like he’s holding the frame of a masterpiece.

“Sweetheart, that looks amazing! That’s what you were doing earlier?”

“Yes. I decided to make a surprise, did you like it? I’ll be only wearing crop tops for a while.” You said looking up at him, but his eyes fixed in your stomach.

“I loved it! You look so pretty. So that means no chocolate for tonight’s movie?” His eyes moved to look at yours, his thumbs gently caressing your exposed skin.

"Unfortunately. But we still can have ice cream!” 

#azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fic #rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #rhysand #rhysand x you #cassian x you #cassian x reader #cassian imagine #cassian acotar #acotar imagine #acotar

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

You know, I was wondering this for months now. Considering Yosano’s painful backstory, how do you think she felt about dazai’s suicide mania. Seriously, it’s all he talks about.

This is really interesting anon. I'm not sure if they interact much to be honest. I'm trying hard to think of a moment they actually talk... well, we do know she's at the core of the plan to revive him if he ever does die, and she absolutely would've been a part of that discussion so I think it's a given that she's looking out for him at least a little, in her own way. I would say, given her reaction to Kajii's obsession with death and her typical blunt demeanor, she probably thinks Dazai's fixation on suicide is uh... pretty stupid. But at the same time, the life he's threatening there is his own, so I like to think there was some brief concern at the beginning.

See, I think for the very reasons I'd love to see them interact (history with Mori, unfortunate commonalities with Mori they probably don't like, similar defense mechanisms of projecting an image to avoid uncomfortable questions or people getting too close - one, mischievous and lazy, and the other, highly respected and slightly sadistic)... I think this is exactly why they probably don't.

See, I don't think Dazai knows Yosano's history. He doesn't have a way of knowing it, and it's kind of the Agency's best kept secret - Fukuzawa and Ranpo are the only ones who appear to know. However, Dazai's countenance is such that he immediately had Fukuzawa telling Kunikida to just shoot him if he proves to be a threat lmao, and given a lot else in the series, I just assume that to those who aren't Atsushi or random people who get the filter of dialed-up charm Dazai, that the man just gives off supremely bad vibes. I feel like, if anything, Yosano was probably on alert around him for a bit. Dazai operates a lot like Mori, after all, and I doubt that would've gotten past her.

Also their defense mechanisms are the same. Like. They actually have some really fascinating commonalities. I love the part where Yosano grabs Atsushi's leg to examine it in her first focal chapter. I know that sounds weird but, just look.

Up until this point, all we know about Yosano is that she takes no crap from stupid people (especially stupid guys), is a doctor whose methods are... questionable, and apparently everyone in the Agency respects her but is also terrified of her. But this scene shows us something else: she's incredibly analytical. Her medical knowledge allows her to tell how Atsushi's ability is working in an instant, but when asked about it, she goes back to "shame I couldn't treat you", which is more in line with her "terrifying doctor" image she's built up. She deflects anything other than this image, is what I'm trying to say. It reminds me a lot of when Dazai gets serious then flips it so it seems like the moment was just him being silly and goofy.

Anyways, their defense mechanisms are similar in that they both build up carefully crafted images to avoid questions and vulnerability - Yosano by making herself more threatening and Dazai by making himself less threatening - so yeah, I don't think any interactions would have them being anything but being super roundabout and cordially pleasant with each other (much as I think there is some mutual respect there between them... I love the bit where Yosano is about to go full feral on the guy who hurt the cafe owner and Dazai's full-on smirking about it like "ohoho you screwed up big time lol").

As for the whole suicide thing, I know it can be uncomfortable the way the Agency brushes off his attempts, but I honestly think that Dazai's attempts are not actually serious (I firmly believe he is not actively trying to die anymore, even if he is still passively suicidal and genuinely depressed - he does it because it's a part of his nonthreatening yet disconcerting image, and also because it's likely a habit at this point), and that they probably have tried to speak with him about it at one point but it didn't go anywhere (because Dazai would never have an honest conversation about something like that...) so they settled for making a plan in case something did end up happening to him. From the wording in 55 Minutes, I thought it seemed pretty strongly implied that this plan was created less out of the potential for Dazai getting hurt on a mission than in the case of if he should ever hurt himself.

See, what I'd be interested to know is if Dazai made the terrible error in judgement of attempting to flirt with Yosano on introduction. ...I bet that went well.

#i think this kind of semi-became the start of a yosano analysis... whoops #i hope this actually answered the ask #thanks for the ask! #bsd #bsd yosano #bsd dazai #i'm not tagging this with suicide mentions given that it's nothing that isn't shown in the series already (so I expect you're ok with it) #but if you want a tag to filter it out just let me know #storyrambles

[fairlyang]

Daydreamin’ 🩰

daydreamin' by ariana grande but it's gwen thinking about miles when she's back home

w/c: 731

tags: fluff, gwen missing miles, rent free in her head, fluff

You walked in

Caught my attention

When Gwen got thrown into the middle of Times Square she was instantly confused and shocked to find she wasn't in her own New York. Her spidey sense led her to Visions Academy, for what reason? She was unsure until she was hanging by her locker and felt this instant energy with some guy.

It was weird and it's nothing like anything she's ever experienced, it felt different and special. She knew she had to stick around to get the answers she needed.

A few days later she's in a psychics class when that guy walked in, her spidey sense was going crazy. Interesting.

I've never seen

A man with so much dimension

He wasn't like anyone she's ever stumbled upon, he had to be special because she's never had this much of a reaction towards someone.

And maybe it wasn't just the spidey sense.

There was something about him that she couldn't lay her finger on. What was it?

She tried her hardest to push away the thought that he sure did have a cute smile. She had to figure things out and not get distracted.

It's the way you walk

The way you talk

The one you make me feel inside

But she really couldn't help it. Especially when she felt someone bump into her and low and behold it was him. He gave her a semi-awkward introduction and right after, she gave hers.

She thought hers was even worse because she kept babbling on about being South African, was he even listening?

It's in your smile

It's in your eyes

I don't wanna wait for tonight

She rambled on with no care in the world and admired the way his eyes glistened while looking back at her. Then afterwards the little smile he gave her before gently grabbing her shoulder.

Suddenly all hell breaks loose when his hand is stuck onto her hair and she's trying her hardest to help him relax, now knowing he was just like her, but him seeming oblivious.

And unfortunately she had to shave a part of her hair off, it did piss her off for the rest of the school day until she calmed herself and couldn't really blame him. He was clearly new at this, and she ended up confirming that theory when saving him and Peter B from Doc Ock.

So I'm daydreamin'

With my chin in the palm of my hands

About you

You

And only you

Got me

Then after a few days it all came to an end. She couldn't stop thinking about him. How could one boy that she knew for less than a week, live freely in in her thoughts?

She'd sit in her classes, chin on her palm and remember the memories of the first day she met him. Or even how she saw him briefly before then. She thought he was cute before and tried to ignore those thoughts not knowing he was going to end up changing her life.

That he was going to be the reason she'd be able to go back home but once she got there, there was nothing she wanted more than to go back to him.

To spend more time with him, swing together, chat about anything and everything possible. To give advice and help him with whatever he asked.

She grew bored of being in her dimension and without the friends she made. But more specifically Miles.

Daydreaming, with my chin in the palm of my hands

About you

You

And only you

Only you

How did she end up going to have such strong feelings towards a boy like that? Why can't she get him out of her head? Why was her heart thumping every time she daydreams of every moment she had with him? How was it possible for her to gain feeling towards him so quickly?

She hadn't seen him in weeks now and all she had was a Polaroid picture of her with him, and her memories.

Along with the dreams she'd end up sleeping to and waking up with. She wanted nothing more than to see his smile, hear his laugh, see him in his new and improved suit, that she thought looked great.

She loved how creative he was as well as how strong and intelligent he was. She missed him. A lot.

#Gwen Stacy #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy fic #gwen stacy imagine #gwen stacy fluff #ghostflower #ghostflower fluff

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 8

WELCOME BACK TO KINKTOBER. This event killed me for a whole year and I'M BACK. The prompt list is made by @xxsycamore

If you want to read 2021's Kinktober the masterlist is on my pinned post.

Happy reading sluts. And remember to reblog

8: Exhibitionism  |  Getting caught

You didn't necessarily like bathing with someone else. It was like your alone time, but Leonardo insisted on joining you.

You sank down into the water, to the point where the water was just under your nose. Your eyes were closed and you are content. That is until you felt something grab and hold onto your breasts.

Your eyes shot open only to realize it's Leonardo. He had his arms around you from behind to 'hold into you'. You closed your eyes again only for him to immediately start maggassing them. It felt good, you can't lie about that. You let out little hums of approval and he kept doing it.

Then his chest touched your back and you were sitting in his lap. His hands moved down your body, only getting to your waist before you took his hand and put them back in your boobs.

You lift your head for your mouth to come out of the water. "Did I say you could stop?"

"You never told me to start, cara mia."

"Then start. And don't stop."

It was weird to think your boobs needed a massage just like the rest of your body, but not having to carry the weight of them was the best part.

You wiggle your butt against his lap to get yourself 'comfortable', but it's really just to tease. He pulled the two of your back to the ledge so he can sit and have you properly on his lap.

You just wiggle your butt more.

"Cara mia.." it sounds like he is giving a warning. "You know what's going to happen if you keep doing that."

"What?" You try to act innocent "Your cock is going to perk up and harden for me?" You look over your shoulder at him with a smirk.

He definitely wasn't expecting that kind of response out of you. "Say something like that again and I won't even wait for another wiggle out of you."

"Like what? I'm just talking about your thick, hard cock poking me," you give him an innocent smile.

Next thing you know your on your knees facing the ledge of the bath. Your knees are in the step Leonardo was previously sitting on.

His hands are in your hips and you feel his cock poking you. "Is this what you are talking about, cara mia?"

"Y..yes," your voice quivers as he slides into you. One of his hands moved under you to rub your clit. You let out a shriek from the sudden stimulation. It didn't help that it echoes in there.

He always gets rough with you right away. Holding you tightly and being rough with his thrusts. But this time the water got in the way and slowed him down a bit. The water splashed between you.

As Leonardo got adjusted to the water he did pick up the pace, causing you to cover your mouth so you didn't get too loud.

Everyone uses the bath to relax, and you honestly don't know how often the water cycles out. The last thing you want is someone finding out you two had sex in there.

Leonardo grabs your breasts again, pinching and rubbing your nipple between his fingers.

"Leonardo..!" He knew just how to play you, how to get all the right noises and reactions out of you.

At this point it's your moans that are drowning out the sound of the water.

Very suddenly Leonardo stops moving all together and before you can ask what's wrong...

"What the hell are you two doing!"

Instant regret. Instant embarrassment. You didn't even want to look over to see who it was, but you knew from the voice. Out of everyone why did it have to be Mozart.

You wanted to drown yourself right then. Leonardo tries to just move against you to make it look like he was holding you. But Mozart wasn't dumb, be knew what was going on.

He disappeared as quickly as he came, shouting things in German that you couldn't understand nor would you want to.

It was quiet aside from the fountain in the middle of the bath.

"So..."

"No I don't want to keep going."

Yeah you were already caught, can't go any more down hill from there, but the mood was ruined.

Leonardo carefully slides out of you and takes a step back, giving a chuckle as you sink back into the water like you were before.

#kinktober #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo

[moonlightsweatheart]

Chapter 5 - Who are you ?

You may have told your friends that everything was fine, you still felt like hell.

Between the recent death of your cat, your dad loosing his job, your new bad grade and the fact that you were sick for three days straight, you were feeling very tired, physically and mentally.

You needed to feel arms around you, kinds words and gestures that would make you feel loved, and you knew exactly where to go for that.

Rosalyn's house was not far away from yours. Already crying, you gave weaks knocks on the door, hoping that she would be home.

The door opened and you felt relieved for an instant but surprise got all over your face as you realised the person in front of you wasn't your highschool bestfriend.

"Um...You- Who are you ?"

"I could ask you the same. Where is Rosalyn ? I know this is her house. I came here less than a week ago."

"She left with Ajax to buy some snacks. I'm guessing you're that one bestfriend she had from highschool ?"

"That's it."

You stayed in a strange and uncomfortable silence for some time but your eyes started watering again and the guy sighed.

"Pretty sure Rosalyn would beat me up if i don't let you in. Come here."

He let you in and close the door behind you. You follow him into the living room and take a seat in the cough. He stayed in the middle of the room, probably not knowing what to do.

"Why are you crying ?"

"I'm not."

"Yeah, don't think i'm stupid. If you don't want to talk just say it, i couldn't care less."

By the description Rosalyn gave you of her friends, you guessed this one was Kunikuzushi. In any other situation, you would probably have made some effort to get to know him, but right know you didn't care about it.

Your hands were shaking, but you were trying to keep your composure. There was no way this guy would have a good reaction seeing someone he doesn't know crying.

"When did they leave ? Do you think they will be back soon ?"

"I have no idea. Ajax always take hours in the shop so if i was you i wouldnt hope too much from them."

Your heart broke again. You were expecting some comfort from Rosalyn but maybe it would be better to leave her alone ? She was having a nice evening with her friends. The comfort could wait.

"I'm going home."

He looked at you weirdly as you stand up, trying to leave.

But against your will, you suddently broke down crying in the middle of the living room, your whole body shaking as you were trying to get back your breath.

You felt miserable, crying for almost nothing like that in front of a guy who didn't even know you. You wanted nothing more than to dissapeare forever.

"Here."

You felt a hand rubbing your back as another one was handing you a tissue. You take it and dry your tears before blowing your nose.

As you look up, you see his disgusted face as he kept rubbing your back.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not good at comforting people. Just keep that used tissue away from me."

His face made you laugh a little, calming you down unconsciously.

After awhile, you cleaned your face and threw the tissue in the trash.

You sat down in the cough and the guy did the same.

"By the way, my name is Yn. Thanks for being here, even tho you didn't really had a choice."

"Yeah, i did not have the choice. And i don't really care about your name."

"I was just being polite."

"I don't need other friends."

"Okay. What's your name ?"

He looked at you with confusion and frowned.

"I just said i didn't need any other friends."

"I just want to know your name, i don't want to be your friend. You are insuffurable."

"You don't get to tell me that when i just listened to you cry for an hour."

"Sorry, sorry. So your name ?"

"Kunikuzushi. And shut up now."

"See ? Wasn't hard." you smile at him.

"Sleep and shut up."

He doesn't add anything else and neither do you. You don't even get to see Rosalyn and Ajax before falling asleep in her couch.

Masterlist | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

Taglist : @linn-a-a @beriiov @raideneiari @orionicchaos

#genshin impact #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #kunikuzushi

[tillidecidethenewname]

All ik is you're here with me ~

I wonder, what is this feeling? Is this love? And If it is, that means i have never been in love before; maybe i gave the wrong title to those situations. Whatever i am feeling today is a rare feeling, a feeling which can't be explained but only be felt.

Oh well, you must be wondering how i ended up here, right? Let's have a story time..

2022 was ending, taking away all my hopes from being loved to studies, with it; but one and the only thing that kept me going was the newly became guy bestfriend with whom i chatted a little too much. From all my grieves to his grieves to our happiness to the dark secrets and then the little things, it was all like the end-choclate-filled, good part of the not-so-good-flavoured ice-cream cone lol, truly.

Gradually, 2023 comes, breaking all those new year hopes since the first day. Or in other words, it felt like i bought the same ice cream cone again haha. Well January felt long at first then it got busy and then it got worst.. we started fighting almost daily, it sucked until we realised what we were not be able to see even when it was infront of our eyes, the love. It was almost the end of the month when i started realising all those things i am being shipped with someone for, are true, i have feelings, i m in love. My friends encouraged me to confess so i jokingly said it to see his reaction, i thought he would take it in a funny way but i saw thoughtful replies the next morning.

One thing that was clear to me was, he definitely had feelings, but when he asked for time i definitely knew i wanted him 'cause yesss! That's what I was looking for! Someone who's not so mad at girls that they couldn't even resist to say yes in a minute yk what i m saying?

Since the first day, my bestfs be like "you should date him, he definitely likes you ik", "you guys will look cute together", "a boy and a girl can never be just friends", "he's really cute why don't you think about it?", "Those things you guys were talking about sounded sus", "no one gives a paper ring to someone with no feelings ydk", "he's the best choice in the class", even my sister be like "why're you so happy talking to him?", "Why'd you guys talk all day? Sus", "you always talk about him", "at your age it's just potential bf and gf" ~ well i was very serious for him to be my bestfriend.. we even planned how I'll dance at his wedding, how we'll find gf for him- exactly her type, how we'll go for double dates and trips, how we can start fighting less, about all the career goals, basically so many goals which are still the same, but completely different.

It all changed when our chats became a little more intense and at one point we just knew we're so in love with each other even before saying it. 5-6 days and i m comfortable, more than ever. The princess treatment he treats me with, either in the way he talks to me/about me, or the small things he does for me, cannot even be described in some amount of words i swear. The way he looks at me with that much affection that he would kiss me anytime if he gets a chance lmao is so cute. That look in his eyes when he stares from the other corner of the room and takes away his eyes the second i look back gives me metal butterflies fr. From the way he walks to the way he talks to the way he laughs, every single thing is just so attractive to me that i could stare for years if I get a chance to. It is when, for some seconds i try to hold the eye contact and he gives that smile which makes me smile asf that instant, i forget they're other people which might be noticing. The fact that he's not aware about how blissful everything becomes when he smiles because he has that charm, that shine on his face, makes him even more cute. The way he admires my beauty, tells me i m hot two crore times a day, wants my new pictures every day, plans about our future, is serious asf about forever, makes me playlist, dedicate me songs, gives me nicknames and adds "my" before them, makes him the perfect boyfie ever. The most attractive thing about him is his body language and discipline but at the same time he is such a Romeo, who's Juliet cannot hold eye contacts, is physical-touch-phobic, moody, has fucked up sleep schedule, caffeine addicted, even hurts him, is shy and introvert asf, but loves him asf. I love the way he's so interested when i talk about my father and his values, my opinions, choices, values, what i support and what not and when he understands me so so well. He's a such a gem to me who makes me feel like i m the only girl in this world, the way my self esteem is boosting by each passing day, is because of him. In such little amount of time he has done so many things for me that is impractical to summarise here, every single day since then contains so many memorable moments that i want to live again already. It's a big thing when my life has completely changed for the good and i want to live again each day, each moment so slowly, steadily. Now, all my favourite songs i have been listening to from years, started talking about him. He wants to fulfill my whole wishlist, his efforts makes me feel like i am doing nothing for him, and actually i m so busy admiring him that i forget to make any efforts. Never thought we will be people's ideal couple but at the end, i believed in faith.

~ P

[lovelyladylavie]

"i don't deserve this" for staris and nabola angst prompt

@twinklecupcake @empressofthelibrary @scriib (You guys might like this one too!)

Staris came back from the storage room where her father's things were kept. She came back with an armful of clothing and spread it out all over Nabola's bed. He gazed, eyes wide at the piles of riches in front of him.

"Is all this for me?" He wondered.

"Of course silly! You are my-, well going to be my husband soon!" She explained. "You have to look the part. You're going to be lord of this manor and estate."

"Even when hiding my face?" He asked wryly.

"Especially so. They'll judge you by the rest of your clothes. The people of my land are rather shallow like that. They say, 'the clothes make the man' around here." She shrugged.

"We follow similar adages."

Staris helped him up into a sitting position. He was still sore from the ship crash, and with his leg broken, she found he needed a bit of help with little things like that. Though not for long, she wagered. He was gaining strength back every day.

Nabola took off the loose baggy shirt they'd given him to wear, and Staris took the opportunity to observe his back. His grey skin was taut over his bones and wiry muscle. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. From what she gleaned from how he talked about his people -and the way he ate ravenously- they didn't feed their foot soldiers much at all. The bare minimum to keep them fighting fit. And certainly nothing with flavor. The chunk of his protein suppliment bar she'd tried was bitter and dry.

Nabola put on the clean white shirt she handed him, and over that went an embroidered black and green velvet vest. On top of that went a thick padded coat that lended bulk to his narrow shoulders. She pulled the mirror over and she helped him to his feet to get even closer. He leaned on the back of a chair as she fussed over the little details.

"What do you think?" She smiled, smoothing down his shoulders and linking the clasp on the coat. She threw a round gold pendant around his neck to complete the look.

He gaped at the alien in the mirror. He looked completely different! Like one of those high class nobles that strutted around G'vonta Street in the Silver Sky City! He could hardly believe his eyes!

And that's when the doubt set in.

What was he doing?! How dare he wear any kind of fine vestments when he had not earned the rank or honor to wear them!? If an official of the upper command saw him, he was a dead man! Jewelry like this was for the Priests of Hvan Mountain, where they prayed ceasely for the Empire's continued victories.

The crushing guilt and fear of getting punished for getting uppity above his lowly soldier rank made his arms shake and he lost his grip on the chair.

He fell to the floor in an instant and she gasped. His leg screamed in pain as it bashed into the hard wood floor.

She knelt and went to lift him up, but he batted her hands away.

"Don't! I-! I deserve this! This is a crime! I'm leaping over my rank! I could be executed for this!"

She looked at him, puzzled and confused. "What are you talking about?" She fretted.

"Clothing such as this is meant for honored citizens! I don't deserve this! Any of it! Just give me the simple vestments of your soldiers and I will wear those!" He began pulling off the coat in a fit of fear, looking out the window to search the skies for saucer ships.

She was taken aback. But then leaned forward, grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him in close to her face.

"YOU ARE A MAN OF HONOR!" She told him firmly. "You are rescuing me and my staff from destitution! Your presence here makes you my hero!"

He was shocked and rather speechless, his mouth was pressed to a thin line in reaction, as if she was likely to bite his face.

Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his cheek softly. She lingered there and a warmth spread from the spot, making his whole face warm and he seemed to...calm down??

She finally pulled away, "What you're volunteering for, I won't pretend its hard. Or even easy in other ways. But it means everything to me. And you sacrificing what little freedom you have on our world, to stay here with me? Its so incredibly honorable, if we were on your world, you would be entitled to the most princely of vestments!"

She pulled the clasp of his coat shut again, he was still stunned. His hand went to where she performed the strange magic on his face.

"Sorry for my...forward kiss. That was..."

He stuttered, "Nice. I, uh-it felt...warm. Thank you. I think that helped calm me down."

"Oh! Well, then I shall gladly repeat it so...as needed!" She blushed, cheeks suddenly hot herself.

"You want me to keep these clothes that badly?"

"Yes, they are gifts! And it is very rude to turn down gifts in human culture!"

He clasped her hand with his. "If you say it, I will believe it. I trust you. And I believe I will... learn to like them."

"I bet." She grinned.

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Hi! I would like to ask your insight whether Jim Brass knows about Grissom and Sara's relationship prior to the S07E24 Dead Dolls reveal. I ask this because of the following:

On S07E18 Empty Eyes, after Camie died on Sara's arms, the next scene saw her standing distraught and in shock beside Jim Brass. JB is standing way to close as if making sure Sara is alright even though Sara is a veteran CSI. Do you think Grissom ask Jim to take care of his "Honey" while he keeps on processing the crime scene?

On S07E23 TGTBTD, Jim Brass said "I know something a lot juicier than Grissom and Lady Heather" after Catherine tries to get gossip from him about LH & GG. Do you think the juicy story is GSR?

hi, @hiei29!

i think i am in the minority, but i don't think brass knows about grissom and sara prior to the events of episode 07x24 "living doll."

i talk about the reasons why i don't think so in this post, if you're interested.

the tl;dr version is i don't think that if brass knew about grissom and sara's romantic relationship he would have taken the risk of blabbing about it to catherine, when doing so easily could have ruined grissom and sara's careers (given that he had no way to know in advance how catherine might react or whether or not she would blow the whistle on them); he would have shown more discretion and kept what he knew to himself. that so, the fact that he seems willing to tell catherine whatever the juicy gossip is suggests to me that whatever he knows isn't specifically that grissom and sara are currently having a romantic relationship with each other. it's got to be something else.

as for the events of episode 07x18 "empty eyes," i don't think brass would necessarily need grissom to tell him to stick close to sara after her traumatic experience with cammie—that's just something he would do on his own, a) because he is, down to his core, a protector and he very much views it as his job to keep the members of team graveyard (sara definitely included) safe, and, b) because he is quietly very fond of sara and views her as something of a daughter-figure.

while sara is certainly a veteran csi, brass knows that there are some on-the-job horrors for which even experience cannot prepare you. just one glance at sara, and he would see that she was trembling, scared, and pale after having had a civilian homicide victim bleed out in her arms; his "protective father" instinct would be triggered in an instant.

grissom wouldn't even have to say a word.

and even if grissom did ask brass to keep an eye on sara, there's no way he'd have framed that request as "please go look after my girlfriend"—not when doing so would have outed him and sara and potentially gotten them in trouble with the department (depending on brass's reaction). if anything, he would have said something much more innocuous, like, "can you check up on sara to make sure she's all right?", speaking in his capacity as team supervisor. he wouldn't have given brass any indication that his interest in sara's well-being exceeded what was allowable between a boss and his employee. but that's if he even asked brass to look after sara at all—which, again, i don't think he did. for my money, brass acted 100% of his own volition.

anyway, my views on this subject are fairly unpopular, and ymmv, but, in my view, jim brass has no special insights into gsr before the rest of the team does.

thanks for the question! please feel welcome to send another any time.

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