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[streets-in-paradise]

For A Love Like This - Paris x (fem)Warrior!Reader

Troy (2004) Oneshot 

Requested by Anon 

Omg bestie I love ur writing!!! 🥺 could I request something?! I was thinking maybe something Paris of Troy x reader where maybe the Trojan war didn’t happen bc of Paris, bc Paris and the reader are together. Maybe it could be during the Trojan war and the reader is a warrior! And Paris always gets worried bc the reader is always by Hector’s side bc she’s super skilled?

( So sorry for the delay but I hope the result will compensate. It took me ages to post this but, trust me, I got a lot of inspiration for this concept. If you see this and happen to like it, tell me because I am considering making a continuation for which i already know how to start.)

Word Count  + 3.5 K

Warnings: Reader is a trojan woman whose character is slightly inspired in Penthesilea, the amazon queen who fought in the war according to the epic cycle. For so, this features some tension with Achilles bringing the conflict that worries Paris. 

Summary: Your first act of involvement in the war against the greeks leaves the city acting as if you would have sealed your fate for a certain death on the next sunrise, what leaves you on the task of calming the worries of your husband. Paris doesn't know much about fighting, but the concern Hector shows is enough to make him guess you got yourself in danger.

Tags: @mysticaldeanvoidhorse​ @spideyanakin​ @spideyanakin-interacts​ 

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The enemy surrounded you and there was no upcoming help. The battle for the temple of Apollo was already lost and Hector ordered the retree of the trojan troops, but you wouldn’t go without him. Achilles caused a general panic on your people, but nothing would be enough to make you leave your dear friend behind. He knew that, but he didn’t want you to follow his chaze of the myrmidon warlord and so you were taking another mission. The rescue of Briseis, his cousin, a newly chosen priestess of Apollo that was most likely to have been caught in the massacre. 

The corpses of the priests made your horrified companions guess she must have been slaughtered, but you didn’t believe that and Hector allowed you to trust your instincts. From your particular perspective, you imagined she must have hidden somewhere despite the confusion and horror. Through your knowledge of the uses of war, you knew that an army coming from across the sea to fight at your shores would see women as a scarce resource. Even if she would have been found, there were chances to find her alive and made captive as part of the looting. Your self taken duty was saving her from that fate and stripping the greeks from the pleasure of capturing a trojan princess on their first day of stay. 

It didn’t go too far. There were too many of them and while you got to show some more of your exceptional courage by killing a few in the search, it wasn't enough to accomplish your goal. The irruption of your friend and their leader heading outside stopped the combat and the man you were fighting against rushed outside following their actions. So did you, but surrounded by a multitude of myrmidons impeding you to get beside Hector. Your most recent rival, who you guessed as Achilles’s second in command, gave them the order of keeping you surveilled. He quickly found out that you were dangerous, even all on your own. 

Taking risks was your thing, you couldn’t get recriminated for that because it served many times in victories of the past. Neither would you recriminate your leader for venturing alone against the blond myrmidon of abhorrent arrogance, even if it worried you as a friend. Perhaps the indignation made you both careless of your individual luck. You were used to witness many horrors, faced many defeats and handled the pain of losing friends before, but the men beating you were simply despicable in levels you have never seen before. Unfortunately, some were also shockingly talented. 

Hate at first sight was what you found through your meeting with Achilles, he was simply the worst. At the gates of that temple, through his word exchange with Hector, he was letting you both know you were kept alive just to brag. There were a hundred different ways in which he could have declared the end of the battle, yet he had to pick the most annoyingly arrogant. 

“ Go home, prince. Drink some wine, make love to your wife. Tomorrow we will have our war.” 

Never in a long time you wished to slaughter an enemy with such visceral hate. Smacking him for such disrespect wasn’t enough, you wanted his blood on your sword. Through a furtive glance your friend was seeing it in your eyes, but wordlessly indicating you to calm down because the context was against you. Since you were at a disadvantage, standing powerlessly as Achilles would finish to praise himself was the only option to get back home. 

However, Hector’s reply served as a display of your shared indignation. 

“ You speak of war as if it was a game, but how many wifes wait in Troy’s gates for husbands they will never see again?” 

Perfectly delivered, it made you remember once more of how proud you were of following him as your warlord and that almost served to calm you down a bit. The complementary effect you had on each other was no mystery and many trojans in the past have considered it proof for a viable romance. Your closeness as friends inspired some to fear you could have abandoned the lifestyle to marry him, a significant loss for the army given your skill, claim you both always found ridiculous. 

The exhortation to calm you found in his words could have worked, if Achilles wouldn’t have awakened the worst of you with his comeback. 

“ Perhaps your brother can comfort them, I have heard he is good at charming other men’s wives. “ 

Any glimpse of civility left on you faded. 

“ …. You shameless greek BASTARD, THAT IS MY HUSBAND!” 

Confusion reigned in the ambient, since the myrmidons were quite sure you couldn’t be Helen. Wasn’t that the reason they were fighting for? A pretty boy prince seducing a married queen and stealing her away to his kingdom?

Only then Achilles deviated his attention from Hector, in direction to the callout and being one with his soldiers regarding the intrigue. 

“ Nobody told us Paris is married.” He commented while pacing in your direction in order to face you. “ My condolences, no one must be waiting for you behind those gates. The coward you got married to is cheating and the world knows it.” 

The fire of your hate was growing with every gesture and every word coming out from his mouth. You couldn’t choose which part of that sentence was the worst, but you opted by starting with the assumption of your marriage being an arranged one. Angered to the core, you took your helmet off because he wasn’t wearing one. It was your own way to show that you weren’t afraid of him, even if common sense would indicate you should. 

Teasing aside, Achilles seriously wondered how it was possible for you to be the wife of the hedonist fool who started the war. You were covered in dirt, sweat and blood; visual proof of how you busted your ass in combat. Your hair was a mess and the hate in your eyes as you challengingly stared at him was making you look crazy. He loved it, you seemed the most passionate woman he had come across in some long time. It was like standing in front of a daughter of Ares, an impression that made him also wonder if there could be an amazon at some branch of your family tree. 

“ Keep your pity, I have a loving husband who has never chazed other women in front of me while the same can’t be said of Helen. I am aware of my privilege and that drove me to help her. The spartan king brought this on himself because his wife is escaping him, not following my Paris.” 

“ Your Paris is hiding underneath the skirt of her dress while you fight their war, isn’t that unfair?” 

The more aggressive replication was delivered so he could see your anger escalate because he liked it, but he also hoped to dig into some unspoken truth taking you over the edge so you would lose filters. He couldn’t accept the explanations you were providing, those were unbelievable to him. His best guess was thinking that you were ashamed of admitting your family or the trojan king forced you to marry that fool and you were defending him for your own honor. 

“ I find it unfair that you are still breathing… What do you seek to achieve with these provocations? If a fight is what you want, I can give you that anytime.” 

He couldn’t wait to fight you but, at the same time, he didn’t want to kill you. It was similar to the opinion he was forming of Hector on those first instants, only impulsed by something else. A different sort of curiosity, maybe stained with a bit of want. 

Achilles smirked at you, a slightly flirtatious way of implying he would take the challenge. 

“ How did your brother get her?” He asked right back at Hector. “ Who let that happen?” 

“ Paris is, indeed, amazing at charming women.” The prince answered, turning the previous mocks against the rival. “ Nobody knows for sure how he made it, but I can tell you it wasn’t arranged. She became my sister by choice, if you knew her you would understand that commanding her is as easy as it looks right now.”

The implications, despite ruining his main theory, seemed to be of his like. 

“ I see and I really want to try what she is made of.” The blond commented to him so he could later get back at you. 

“ Get good rest, princess. Tomorrow you are mine.” 

The menace kept wandering your mind for the rest of the day, your companions in the army interpreted it as a death sentence and they weren’t discreet about their impressions. Although Hector helped you through the moment and engaged on the less serious aspects of it, he was evidently concerned too. The pain of losing Tecton intensified to the thought of you facing his killer in the next battle. The spear throw that killed him was something neither of you have seen before. The precision and strength required for it were extraordinary, inhuman. 

Your lovely husband read your friends’ preoccupation with horror. If the warrior you encountered was good enough to make them say all of that, to make Hector fear, then you were in serious danger despite how much you would insist him not to worry. He asked Helen for references on that greek  and all he got to hear were horror stories. She didn’t want to frighten him; but those things were too much for him. The cultural concept of what greeks considered a hero was nauseating in his eyes, as was the description of some of the war feats that made that crazy man great among them. 

The weirdest thing for Paris was noticing how her narration seemed neutral from a valorative standpoint. Helen wasn’t necessarily horrified by the actions in her tale, as if she was used to it, and there was no detractive intentionality in her words about the myrmidon. There was at least one thing she affirmed to like about Achilles: he hated her brother in law and she was respectful of him upon that hate. 

When questioned about the situation at the temple, and how you both allowed the madness to escalate into a point where you ended up surrounded at the enemy’s mercy, Hector attempted to follow your route of lighthearted joking so Paris wouldn’t overworry Andromache. 

“ We are still unsure if that was a death threat or if he was trying to seduce me.” You were commenting, referring to the awkward undertones of the altercate. “ In either case, I think I am fine.” 

“ It could be both and it wouldn’t surprise me, that man is insane and you caused quite an impression among his men.” Hector added, supporting the anecdote. “ Not to mention how he reacted to the news of your marriage.” 

The reminder made you throw a playful chuckle and Paris got an approximate idea of why. 

“ Did you get in trouble for defending me again? “ 

“ He insulted your honor, called you a coward and a cheater. I’m sick of hearing people even here in Troy accusing you of bringing Helen as your lover. Now it turns out that Menelaus is using that narrative to portray himself a victim. I couldn’t stand it, so I called Achilles out.” 

He was moved by your confession, a reckless but incredible soft gesture showing how much you loved him. 

“ You made yourself a target of the most ruthless killer in the greek army just to prove I am a good husband? 

You admitted the guilt with an innocent looking smile. 

“ Nobody wanted to believe she is yours, Achilles is very curious about that. “ His brother continued. “ I think your honor has been avenged, at least on that front.” 

“ We made it again, my darling!!” You cheered, seeking for his usual approbation. “ They are all so confused, just like Menelaus and his men were in Sparta. I knew right then I was going to hate that man, maybe judging the greeks based on their reactions to us will become my new pastime.” 

“ Can’t you see the risk? Tomorrow Achilles will wander the battlefield looking for you, what will happen if he finds you?” 

Paris was very serious, an unusual attitude for him and proof of how much he was suffering. 

“ Rage is going to keep me alive, I fight better when I am pissed off and that happens all the time when he gets close to me.” You attempted to justify yourself. “ I will be alright, many others claiming to be better than us have passed by but your brother and I have proven them wrong.” 

That wasn’t enough to calm him down, but you didn’t have time to discuss more because a call for council interrupted you. All you got to do was kiss your husband goodbye before he would go to attend his duty and that got a brief smile out of him. 

Despite you being a respected warrior, you still haven’t earned a spot among the most notable citizens of Troy for the discussions. You didn’t mind not having a word there because Paris and you were a team. He would usually deal with the talking while you would get to do the fighting and the only regrets you had about that was your incapability of witnessing each other in action. That time, however, you wished you would have been there to stop what was later referenced to you. 

An unfortunate comment coming from one of the present citizens pushed Paris over the edge and into a reckless choice that was an exact match of yours. Knowing him as much as you, Hector saw it coming but couldn’t stop it in the same way he couldn’t control your tongue that morning. Claiming that there were trojans burning in the pire for a youthful indiscretion, that man implied the very same thing Achilles did and Paris wanted to put an end to the insidious rumors. It wasn’t even about his honor, but of yours. You deserved better than being accused as a complicit wife who allowed her husband to bring a mistress under fears of being abandoned for her if you would have refused. 

The shame you weren’t facing in your role as a soldier, you were getting in the domestic one. According to societal expectations, being a warrior should have anulated you from becoming a wife and you were once willing to pay that price pretty much as Briseis did when becoming a priestess. Paris was the one who proved you wrong, who did everything in his power to win your affections while showing himself absolutely careless of the warnings. He shocked the city asking for your hand, begging your parents to understand that he was in love with you and didn’t mind any of the presented atypicalities.They knew he was being serious when, after being asked if he would accept the mother of his children to abandon the household for war, he claimed he would. It served as an ultimate proof of his love for you, but the rest of your society wasn’t convinced of how long that could keep going. 

Gossips, like the one summarized in that comment, claimed that Paris was getting himself another woman to cover up for the aspects in which your performance as wife would be neglectful. Because you were recklessly trying to live two lives, your husband wasn’t well served and Helen was supposed to fill that gap. A neglected spartan wife came across a neglected trojan husband with a turbious past as a woman chaser, making their adventure everyone’s doom. In short terms, the whole city was paying for the problems of an impulsive marriage that the young prince should have never ventured into. 

He was going to fight to prove them wrong, one encounter with Menelaus putting an end to the war before Achilles could get to fight you. Paris was going to stand in front of the entire greek army and tell them that it was his love for you that made him offer Helen a chance to escape her husband, leaving the horrible man out of excuses for his mistakes. There was no passion of lovers justifying his anger, he lost Helen to no man other than himself. Paris was only guilty of not controlling his indignation to the mistreatments she was suffering, out of his own moral code but also because he was unable to stand how angry and frustrated it made you. 

" You know you don't have to do this, ríght?" You softly reminded him while in the privacy of your shared room, insisting on it hoping it would dissuade him. " Not only you don't need to prove yourself to me, it will solve nothing." 

" Agamemnon didn't bring fifty thousand greeks in vain, that's what Andromache says. " Paris commented to you what was a fraction of a conversation he had with his sister in law, since both were pretty much in the same state of desperation. " I can't let you fight tomorrow, not while I know what awaits. Let me do the fighting for once instead."  

The vanity driven jester the outside world knew him as was completely gone. Seeing the worry in his sweet face was killing you. 

" Did you lose all the trust in my skills you once used to have? Back when Hector took the lead of the army and gave me the chance to prove my worth, you were the first voice raising in approval. I remember you declaring your admiration for me, Briseis had to stop you from offending the gods by comparing me to Athena." 

The mention of his beloved cousin brought the topic back by itself. 

" Did you go inside that temple searching for her, or were you there only seeking to kill Achilles?" 

You decided to be honest, he deserved it. 

" A bit of both, the same can be said about Hector. An ambush of two against one could have worked, but you know your brother: he played fair even when the enemy was playing us. I believe in that, I respect his code, but the greeks were so ruthless that I would have consented to using questionable tactics. He made me stay out of it, but there was no way I would have gone back to the city knowing he was still there so I tried searching for her. I didn't succeed, we lost so much for nothing and that son of a bitch made fun of our suffering. Even that, I could take, but I lost my mind when he insulted you. " 

" Was he shocked to find out your husband is a man widely judged as a coward and effeminate? " Paris asked, the self deprecation was more a repetition of things being said about him. " I bet he wasn't expecting that, no one does." 

" They all thought the woman you are calling your wife is the adorable blond flower we brought home." You snarked back. " I am not precisely the ideal wife in the mind of most men." 

" Yet I love you more than life itself and I want the whole world to get it clear. I want to expose the spartan king, set yourself free from those awful rumors, then walk straightfoldy to that myrmidon beast of a warrior and tell him you are mine." 

You let out a soft gasp, the intensity of his phrasing would never stop amazing you.  

" That sounds beautiful, but impractical. " 

" You have fought alongside my brother for years and I have never felt as fearful as I am now. People say Achilles is a demigod, invincible from birth. Hector himself seems terrified to the thought of fighting him and that is unusual enough to be a bad sign."   

" The bastard is very good, I don't deny it, but ' invincible from birth' sounds like a stretch. No one is, even gods lose battles from time to time. " 

Unsure of how to proceed, Paris begged you in the most desperate way he found. 

" Please, don't go. You don't have to, plenty of other soldiers can defend the city." As he said so, he abandoned his position to literally beg on his knees embracing your hips. " I'm desperate, my love, absolutely defeated. I don't know what to do or say in order to make you stay. Isn't my devotion enough for you to consider valuing your life like you should? I have no life without you, that's why I don't mind fighting tomorrow.." 

You caressed his cheeks before his tears could begin to fall. When one of your hands reached closeness with his mouth Paris placed a kiss on it and that made you lose reason. 

" That's what you don't understand: I fight with the strength of your love in my heart. I fight for you, to come back into your sweet embrace and get more of the kind of love I never imagined I would have. Whenever you await me at the gates, or here, laying on our talamus while looking more handsome than usual just for me. When you order to get my bath ready on time just to be the one helping me get clean, when you trace my scars with your fingertips and still dare to say my skin is beautiful. I am a better fighter because of you, in all those moments I get a strength I didn't have before you." 

He looked at you with the sweetest disbelief and you were in awe with yourself regarding how much you adored him. 

 " Paris, I was not made for a love like this. Warrior women aren't meant to love or be loved as wifes, we are supposed to remain virgins like the daughter of Zeus. The intensity of your feelings is a blessing that I used to think was forbidden for me. Maybe the gods sent us this war because we crossed the line, but I prefer to fight a thousand more before letting you go. "

" Aphrodite shaped you for me in likeness to her greatest love. " He followed you, losing himself in the sweetness of your words. " I will keep praying to my goddess, begging her to get you the favor of Ares." 

Intense staring between the both of you and he stood up slowly, letting a trail of kisses over every section of your body on his way up even while you were still dressed. The action concluded with a desperately passionate kiss that you initiated once his líps got to your reach.

" Love me." You sweetly begged him ríght afterwards, purring close to his ear. " Please, Paris.... just love me. " 

Your pleading helped him get a bit cocky, what was sensed in the kind of teasing he delivered while getting in bed with you. 

" Should I believe in those strange jokes you have with my brother? Deep down, that despicable greek craves to ruin you for my caresses?" 

" Well, he advised me to rest after mocking Hector with the opposite. The idea of you making love to me must be uncomfortable for him." Was your honest and quite playful reply. " Yet he didn't shy away from suggesting you were hiding underneath the dress skirt of Helen." 

Paris chuckled against the skin of your neck, what felt to you as relief on his part. 

" He wants you, fighting is just the way to awake passion." He casually added. " Too bad for him that you are all mine. " 

" It's just a joke, that happens when you are the only woman of the enemy troop. " 

That explanation was unsatisfying to him. 

" Don't discredit yourself, the sweat looks incredibly good on you."

#troy 2004 #troy 2004 fanfiction #troy fanfiction #troy #paris of troy #orlando bloom #paris of troy x reader #orlando bloom x reader #orlando bloom characters #orlando bloom fanfiction #troy (2004)

[archieyelash]

Jann's guardian angels our wet cat and grumpy old man

No freaking way.

bonus.

bonus for @unleashed111

#I LOVE THEM #the characters developed are >>> #I LOVE HOW THEY CHANGE THEIR LIVES TOGETHER #:((( #gran turismo #gran turismo movie #my meow meow's guardian angels #danny moore #jack salter #orlando bloom #david harbour #gran turismo 2023

[winwin17]

Don't mind me, I'm just here to ramble about the frequent misinterpretation of Legolas.

In a lot of fan content, I tend to see him get portrayed as a feminine, scatterbrained diva or something along that line. He's depicted as girly and overly dramatic. It's not like I haven't been entertained by the memes about Legolas and his hair products or stuff like that, but hear me out - just because he's pretty doesn't mean he's girly or shallow (equating those two things is another separate issue altogether).

The thing is, even though he's pretty and has perfect hair, he's actually quite masculine, and his actor even has quite classically masculine features (face and physique). What's more, Legolas is an elf. Elves don't need beauty products, and I doubt most of them would care much for them anyway. They're naturally like the most beautiful creatures. Both the dudes and the ladies have long hair, so in that context, that feature doesn't necessarily suggest girlishness to me. Anyway, this is basically to say that I don't care for the self-absorbed, appearance-focused, girly diva interpretation of Legolas I see in fan content. There's much more to him than that.

The movies unfortunately gave Legolas his reputation as a Captain Obvious, which does him a disservice in bringing out this depiction of Legolas as a ditsy, dumb guy with an empty head. (It probably wasn't the intention, but it's a byproduct nonetheless.) Besides being portrayed as a Captain Obvious, another disservice done to him by the movies is the emphasis on Legolas as a cool action guy, superhero level, and maybe even invincible. But book Legolas is actually more human(?). That is to say, he gets scared and downhearted and cries just like all the rest of the Fellowship. While it's true that even in the books he does tend to maintain a more optimistic, lighthearted disposition than the others, he's still imperfect. He's still a person with hopes and fears and dreams and feelings, and he's not beyond forgetting the words to songs. ;p Yes, he cracks jokes, but he also does "not wish to go to Moria," and he grumbles when he has to be blindfolded in Lorien. Pretty relatable on many levels.

None of this is meant to be a book purist's rude degradation of movie Legolas, but just to lament the way I personally feel he is so misinterpreted and misrepresented. Legolas isn't shallow or one-dimensional. He's brave, he's strong, he's caring, and he's open-minded enough to take risks and make connections that are unconventional. He's respectful to his leaders, he's passionate about saving the world, destroying the Ring, and rescuing Merry and Pippin. He's helpful and committed to the Fellowship even though he doesn't have to be. He's compassionate towards people he doesn't have to care about.

So while we have characters like Boromir who are so frequently misunderstood and misrepresented, let's have some justice for Legolas, too.

#my rants #justice for legolas #lotr #lord of the rings #misinterpretation of legolas #legolas character analysis #lotr fandom #legolas #lotr legolas #tolkien #tolkien stuff #lotr boromir #lotr elves #orlando bloom as legolas

[neechees]

Not to sound kinda like the "yet you participate in society? Curious" character but I find it really like odd that there's t.erfs who obviously pull the "all men are inherently evil including children" shit & make it part of their personality but then they'll have their favorite male characters played by male actors in movies directed by men & written by men as their icon & talk about how much they love him like. I thought you said all men were evil?

#like one famous one has Legolas as their icon #like yes Legolas played by Orlando Bloom in a film directed by a man from a book written by a man #a man whos book characters are only 18% female characters half of whom he doesnt give a name or backstory #that guy? #that's your blorbo? #this is rhetorical because most of these bitches dont hate men.

[deadlymistletoe]

The sick fic I was planning on writing will end up been written later, when I’m feeling better as I suddenly got worse and don’t feel up to doing much other than watching movies.

The plot of said movies:

#my comfort character #or comfort actor #orlando bloom #legolas #fellowship of the ring #will Turner #at worlds end #balian #kingdom of heaven #buckingham #the three musketeers #Troy is up next #going through an Orlando Bloom phase #or is it just a phase?

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003, Gore Verbinski)

08/04/2024

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl is a 2003 film directed by Gore Verbinski; produced by Walt Disney Pictures and Jerry Bruckheimer Films and distributed by Buena Vista International.

Created and written by Ted Elliot and Terry Rossio, the film is the first chapter of the Pirates of the Caribbean series and inspired by the Disney Parks attraction of the same name. The main cast includes Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow, Geoffrey Rush, Keira Knightley, Orland Bloom, Kevin McNally, Jack Davenport and Jonathan Pryce. Positively received by critics and the public, the film received several awards and five nominations for the 2004 Oscars (best leading actor, best make-up, best sound, best sound editing and best special effects).

Caribbean, circa 1720. Little Elizabeth Swann and her father, Governor Weatherby Swann, are in the English ship HMS Dauntless taking them to Port Royal, when a little boy named Will Turner is brought aboard. When Elizabeth notices that Will has a gold locket with a skull engraved around his neck, she takes it from him and hides it because it may be proof of Will's piracy.

On the day of his investiture, Norrington declares himself to Elizabeth, who however, suffocated by her too tight corset, falls from the battlements of the fort and ends up in the sea; by doing so, she activates the medallion, which attracts the Black Pearl, i.e. the ship seen eight years earlier. Meanwhile, Elizabeth is saved by a bizarre character who has just arrived in the city, the pirate captain Jack Sparrow, who, chased by the guards, manges to escape by shielding himself with Elizabeth hut then, finding shelter in Will's blacksmith's shop, clashes with him and ends up imprisoned. That same night, the crew of the Black Pearl attacks Port Royal, seeking Elizabeth's gold locket; the latter is captured and taken aboard the ship to meet Captain Barbossa. Through parley, Elizabeth asks the pirates to leave the city in exchange for the medallion and introduces herself as Elizabeth Turner, wanting to hide her identity as the governor's daughter.

#Pirates of the Caribbean The Curse of the Black Pearl #film #2003 #gore verbinski #walt disney pictures #jerry bruckheimer #Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures #ted elliott #terry rossio #pirates of the caribbean #johnny depp #jack sparrow #geoffrey rush #keira knightley #orlando bloom #kevin mcnally #jack davenport #jonathan pryce #academy awards #76th Academy Awards #Caribbean #elizabeth swann #List of Pirates of the Caribbean characters #port royal #will turner #piracy #Corset #Black Pearl #hector barbossa #parley

[ecthelion-in-the-fountain]

a poster of the men that bring me gender envy.

Hugo Weaving is only on there because of his voice, his voice brings me so much gender envy, but i love it.

If these men don't bring you gender envy I don't know who will.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston characters #aragorn #viggo mortensen #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #thranduil #lee pace #henry cavill #geralt of rivia #orlando bloom #legolas #benadict cumberbatch #khan noonien singh #star trek into darkness khan #elrond #hugo weaving

[loser-jpg]

i attempted to see if there was a fandom for gran turismo on tumblr. i regret doing that. why are they shipping the like maybe 20 year old with the guy played by david harbour aka the guy whos basically one outta his three father figures? that is not an ok age gap. please. stop.

#loser speaks #a single google search shows the irl jann was 20 durring the events of the movie :) #jann the character is described as a TEENAGER #his mom asks him about going to UNIVERSITY #DAVID HARBOUR IS FOURTY FUCKING EIGHT #YEAH JANNS ACTOR IS 28 BUT THE FUCKING IRL GUY AND THE MOVIE VERSION WERE BABIES #besides orlando blooms character had more chemistry with davids. #sigh #im just... #gonna get off the internet for tonight

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

13 / 01 / 2024

🇺🇸🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇺🇸🇬🇧

MAN OF THE DAY #85

ORLANDO BLOOM (British actor)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ORLANDO BLOOM!!!

Today's Man of the Day is ORLANDO BLOOM as he celebrates his 47th birthday! Happy birthday ! I really like this actor. First for his roles in films that I have watched since my childhood and adolescence. I'm young, as you know, so it wasn't that long ago. So I still remember the effect it had on me when I discovered it.

Orlando Bloom has always been sublime, his face is perfect as are his eyes, his nose, his mouth although a little too thin. I prefer him with hair with a mustache and a slight beard and medium-length hair, which reaches almost to the shoulders.

Don't you think that the actor Jonathan Bailey looks a bit like him?

My first memory of Orlando Bloom is in PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN ☠️, and I immediately loved his character, his iconic couple with Elizabeth Swann, his charisma on screen, his virile and gentle beauty. Even if his character development is not without flaws, I love the character of William "Will" Turner.

Then there was his role of Prince Paris in TROY 👑, in which I was especially attracted by BRAD PITT in Achilles, as I had said and as the handsome actor JACOB ELORDI recently admitted.

Here is my article about Brad Pitt as Achilles

In reality I liked the personality of Prince Paris, the physique of King Achilles, but the one who pleased me both physically and in terms of personality was Prince Hector, played by Eric Bana.

I've talked about Eric Bana in this article:

I didn't really watch or like the LORD OF THE RINGS and THE HOBBIT trilogies so his role as the elf Legolas didn't stand out to me.

On the other hand, I will never forget him in the role of Balian d'Ibelin, hero of the film KINGDOM OF HEAVEN 🏰. This film, of which I recently discovered the long version, is excellent. Balian of Ibelin is a real hero with great values ​​and real motivations, he is endearing and we admire him, and Orlando Bloom is super sexy in it, because he is sometimes sexualized but always in a pleasant and not vulgar way.

Perhaps his most unexpected role was that of the Duke of Buckingham in THE THREE MUSKETEERS (2011) ⚔️. I plan to ask you soon what is your favorite version of the Duke of Buckingham in cinema and television in a game which will be dedicated to him, but I can already tell you that I love the interpretation given to this effeminate and elegant man and at the same time hyper virile, dominant, arrogant and proud.

I enjoyed his role in the series CARNIVAL ROW 🧚🏻‍♂️🧚🧚🏼‍♀️ but he was too dark in it and I like Orlando Bloom's smile too much to find him attractive when he's not smiling. 😁

Don't hesitate to tell me what your favorite role of this actor is, if there is one or more that stood out to you, or if you don't like it, say that too. 😅 I like the diversity of the actor's roles.

I'm happy that Orlando Bloom is in couple with Katy Perry, one of my favorite singers. 🎤

Needless to say, I find Orlando Bloom very attractive, would love to sniff his hair, lick his feet would be a privilege, and having his ass in my face would be an honor. And you, what is your relationship with Orlando Bloom?

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HOMME DU JOUR #85

ORLANDO BLOOM (Acteur britannique)

JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE ORLANDO BLOOM !!!

Aujourd'hui l'Homme du Jour est ORLANDO BLOOM car il fête ses 47 ans ! Joyeux Anniversaire !

Orlando Bloom a toujours été sublime, son visage est parfait ainsi que ses yeux, son nez, sa bouche quoique un peu trop fine. Je le préfère avec les cheveux avec une moustache et une légère barbe et les cheveux mi-longs, qui arrivent presque aux épaules. Vous ne trouvez pas que l'acteur Jonathan Bailey lui ressemble un peu ?

J'aime beaucoup cet acteur. D'abord pour ses rôles dans des films que je regarde depuis mon enfance et mon adolescence. Je suis jeune, comme vous le savez, donc ce n'était pas il y a si longtemps. Donc je me rappelle encore l'effet qu'il m'a fait lorsque je l'ai découvert.

Mon premier souvenir de lui est dans PIRATES DES CARAÏBES ☠️, et j'ai immédiatement adoré son personnage, son couple iconique avec Elizabeth Swann, son charisme à l'écran, sa beauté virile et douce. Même si l'évolution de son personnage n'est pas sans défaut, j'adore le personnage de William "Will" Turner.

Ensuite il y a eu son rôle du Prince Pâris dans TROIE 👑 dans lequel j'ai surtout été attiré par Brad Pitt en Achilles, comme je l'avais dit et comme l'a récemment avoué le bel acteur Jacob Elordi.

Voici mon article sur Brad Pitt en Roi Achilles

En réalité j'aimais la personnalité du Prince Pâris, le physique du Roi Achilles, mais celui qui m'a plu autant physiquement qu'en terme de personnalité est le Prince Hector, incarné par Eric Bana, dont je parle dans cet article:

Je n'ai pas vraiment regardé ni aimé les trilogies LE SEIGNEUR DES ANNEAUX et LE HOBBIT donc son rôle de l'elfe Legolas ne m'a pas marqué.

Par contre je ne l'oublierais jamais dans le rôle de Balian d'Ibelin, héros du film KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. Ce film, dont j'ai récemment découvert la version longue, est excellent. Balian est un véritable héros avec de belles valeurs et des vrais motivations, il est attachant et on l'admire, et Orlando Bloom est hyper sexy dedans, car il est parfois sexualisé mais toujours de manière agréable et pas vulgaire.

Son rôle le plus inattendu est peut-être celui du Duc de Buckingham dans LES TROIS MOUSQUETAIRES (2011) ⚔️. Je compte prochainement vous demander quel est votre version du Duc de Buckingham préféré au cinéma et à la télévision dans un jeu qui lui sera consacré, mais je peux déjà vous dire que j'adore l'interprétation qui est faite de cet homme efféminé et élégant et en même temps hyper viril, dominateur, arrogant et orgueilleux.

J'ai apprécié son rôle dans la série CARNIVAL ROW 🧚🏼‍♀️🧚🏻🧚🏼‍♂️mais il était trop sombre dedans et j'aime beaucoup trop le sourire de Orlando Bloom pour le trouver attirant quand il ne sourit pas. 😁

N'hésitez pas à me dire quel est votre rôle préféré de cet acteur, s'il y en a un ou plusieurs qui vous ont marqué, ou si vous ne l'aimez pas, dites le aussi. 😅

J'aime la diversité des rôles de l'acteur, et je suis content qu'il soit en couple avec Katy Perry, une de mes chanteuses préférées. 🎤

Inutile de dire que je trouve Orlando Bloom très attirant, que j'adorerais renifler ses cheveux, que lécher ses pieds serait un privilège et qu'avoir son cul sur mon visage serait un honneur.

Et vous, quel est votre rapport à Orlando Bloom ?

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Imad (ALEXANDER SIDDIG IS SO- 😩), Saladin, Baldwin IV, Balian jealous headcannon! Can we both have something romantic and not? Romantic like something to do with their lover and the other is just plain mundane thing? For example: Baldwin IV is jealous of other man's strong physique because he had contracted leprosy that disappointed him as it hinders him to live the best life he has as a king.

All right, anon, here you go - I hope this is somewhat along the lines of what you wanted! (And yes, Alexander Siddig is indeed so 😩 :D)

JEALOUSY HEADCANONS

Imad

Being usually a calm and collected man of many talents, Imad is not easily made jealous. It doesn't much chafe him, for example, if he sees another man fight better than he can - he is a very skilled rider and swordsman himself, and he is capable of acknowledging a man who knows how to wield a blade without harbouring any hard feelings towards him. The same goes for material possessions: Having grown up in Isfahan and having spent several years of his life in Baghdad and Damascus, Imad is, of course, accustomed to a certain splendour and standard of life, and isn't easily tempted to envy another person since he possesses many beautiful things of his own. But though he recognises that there are times and places where spectacle and magnificence are in order, he is appalled by people who feel the need to flaunt their wealth at every opportunity they get.

Now, what would probably make Imad flush green with jealousy - especially in a romantic context - are other poets' writings that are considered better than his own. There is nothing Imad takes greater pride in than in his poetry, so watching someone he loves display visibly greater enthusiasm over someone else's verse would feel like a punch in the face to him. As a result, he would probably become bitter towards that person for a while, both questioning himself and their relationship while also feeling intensely ashamed of his jealousy since he sees that as a weakness of character. It will likely take him some time and reflection until he returns to his usual self, but once he believes to have honed his writing skills and doesn't feel inadequate anymore, he would try to win that special person's heart again.

Salah ad-Din

Salah ad-Din is, above all other things, a proud man. That doesn't mean that he is vain, or a narcissist; he merely knows what he has accomplished - and, with God's grace, will continue to accomplish - throughout his life; he knows he is no ordinary man, and thus holds himself and the ones he regularly associates with to standards that reflect this mindset. Jealousy, thus - especially of the material kind - is a feeling he considers too base to even allow it to enter his thoughts. Salah ad-Din refuses to envy another man, be it for his fine horses or his skill in battle, his good looks or his beautiful wives. Every nagging feeling he will bar from his heart: there is nary a man living who could hold a candle to him, neither in terms of his military prowess, or his cleverness, or the strength of his will. It ill becomes a man favoured by Allah to inwardly tear himself apart over these trivial concerns.

Should he feel slighted in matters of love, however, Salah ad-Din will most certainly act on the despised jealousy that's holding him in thrall. If he suspects that his partner is cheating on him or merely looking at other men a little too much, the sultan will let them know. Of course, he will be reasonable about it, but he will confront them and ask them who it is they desire - him or someone else. They cannot have both. As he is a man who strives to be virtuous, Salah ad-Din looks for similar qualities in a lover and expects his partner(s) to be faithful both in body and in heart. The worst answer someone might give to his question is that they do not know what they want. For Salah ad-Din, the world is laid out in clear-cut lines; vagueness is a thing he cannot abide. And once you lose Salah ad-Din's respect in your judgement and quality of character, you also lose his romantic interest in you.

Baldwin IV

Baldwin, in a sense, has lived with jealousy ever since he was diagnosed with leprosy at the age of thirteen. He grew up envying other people their comparatively careless lives and hale bodies that they so readily took for granted. Why did it have to be me? he often asked himself, especially during his youth. Could God not have chosen someone else to bear this burden? It simply wasn't fair: While his own flesh was rotting away over his bones, the illness eventually rendering him useless at fighting and soon enough unable to ride a horse, the other young men at his court were thriving: gaining strength instead of losing it; being able to drink of the fountain of life without having to fear it running dry too soon.

Nowadays, the feeling isn't so strong anymore, though Baldwin would still calmly admit to envying others their easy lot every once in a while. Who would he be to deny it? As in his youth, he still feels particularly sick at heart when watching the men he grew up with stroll around the gardens arm in arm with their wives - he knows he will never have what they have. Hence, even if he did have a romantic partner or at least a crush, catching them give prolonged looks to someone else would take quite a toll on Baldwin. He would never mention it outright; in one way or another, he would likely have expected something like this to happen sooner or later. Thus, the chances that Baldwin would make an attempt to win them back are probably slim at best. Instead, he would slowly and quietly withdraw from that person's life and let them go like he has done with all the little loves he harboured over the years, thinking that they made a wise choice by finding themselves someone who would probably make them happier than he ever could.

Balian

Seeing that he is quite literally the "perfect knight", jealousy is not something Balian experiences regularly. Though he strives to be humble despite all his skills and virtues, it seldom occurs to him to desire what someone else possesses - be it material or immaterial. Even when he was a mere blacksmith in some backwater village in northern France, Balian was content with the life he led and didn't wish for things exceeding his station - didn't envy the lords their finer garments or the scores of servants they had to wait on them. He merely resented those above him for the way they treated those below them, but never because of their wealth or their higher social status. Then as now, Balian is aware that he is fortunate in his own way, and that he ought to be more than grateful for his inner qualities and the good looks God bestowed on him. Ever since his wife died and he had to flee his village, though, there are two things that will give rise to envy in his heart: people who are unwavering in their faith in God, and people who know without a grain of doubt where they belong. It isn't envy in a malicious sense - but Balian hopes that, one day, he will once again know the comfort of those securities, too.

Jealousy in a romantic context, thus, is also not a thing the young Baron of Ibelin is very accustomed to. His manifold skills and handsome face have never made it hard for him to get the people he wanted - but if someone walks away from him, Balian can be sure that it happened because they saw some fault in his personality. "You've too much of the saint in you," someone told him once. So an excess of virtue, in his case, can also turn out to be perceived as a vice. When feeling thwarted in love, Balian, hence, will begin to question himself and sulk. He might even subtly try to show off or prove his character in a knightly way, but he would never verbally and openly attempt to win his love interest back. Either that person reconsiders and returns to him of their own accord, or Balian will continue to brood and eventually move on, ill at ease as he is in the realm of communication.

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Into a New Life - Paris x (Fem)Spartan Servant!Reader

Troy (2004) Reader Insert Oneshot

Requested by anon 

“I wanted to request a Paris x reader where Reader works at Menelaus’ palace and she’s the one Paris falls for while there for the peace treaty. On the night before Paris leaves, he goes to convince Reader to come with him.” 

( Hope you will enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it <3 If you can or would like to, don’t hesitate on telling me a bit of your opinion in an anon ask. I would love to know.)

Word Count: + 9 k 

Warnings: The hierarchy based dynamic of Menelaus and the reader may sometimes resemble a bit to Michael Scott and Pam in the early seasons of The Office. However, he is even more of an asshole to her because this is ancient times and most working people didn't have ríghts. 

Also, i apologise for possible spelling mistakes. It was half past 2 AM when i got the full draft ready to edit and upload. 

Characters: Paris, Spartan Servant!Reader, Helen, Menelaus, Hector. 

Summary: You are unfortunately used to being the source for easy and awkward jokes of your owner, King Menelaus of Sparta, who would constantly put you in humiliating situations in front of his guests. 

With the arrival of the trojan princes things end up taking an unexpected shift when, against any predictions of your king, Paris shows to prefer you above all the other slave girls of the palace.  

Notes: The two last scenes include a rewriting of a few movie canon lines and situations. Also, I tried to include a little bit of luwian after doing a late search about it online. I'm pretty sure the conjugations on the phrases may be wrong, but i did my best for the sake of imagining Paris speaking his language. 

Glossary:  

                  Mu arma = My moon

                 Ūnza astu andān mu zārt = Your are in my heart 

                  Xenia: greek concept that alludes to friendship built through hospitality

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Over the course of the years as a servant in the palace of King Menelaus you got to see a lot of remarkable people coming and going, since that place was the political center belonging to one of the most powerful cities in Greece. Its influence would only fall behind Mycenae, which was the epicenter of greek life. Sparta was a kingdom of great political importance with a ruler characterized for his more welcoming disposition compared with what could be said about his brother, the king of the mycenaeans. For said reasons, it used to receive frequent flows of notable visitors: kings and princes, sometimes in company of some queens and princesses, heroes or warriors reaching fame through the way of the sword. Some were very kind, others rather careless and some others could act with blatant rudeness, but all of them used to bring interesting news. When the nice ones would allow it and with the permission of your queen, you liked to get involved in some word exchanging with them out of curiosity. It was exciting to come out of your shell in front of all those famous persons and sometimes you barely minded when the king would joke about your sudden talkativeness. 

Despite you would have prefered to avoid it, you gained a certain reputation among the slave girls of his owning for absolutely ridiculous reasons. Menelaus would regularly show a singular liking towards you, but it was based on different motivations than the ones guiding his most common appreciation of other women in your position. Not even the slightest sparkle of lust, fortunately, what he liked of you wasn’t your beauty and you were very much grateful for that. The king was able to find entertainment in your reactions when something he would say or do would make you uncomfortable, your face often would speak for you and he found that hilarious. 

For as much as he enjoyed it, you would be always suffering in a wide spectrum of emotions going from cringe to actual humiliation and you would never complain about it simply because you thought that it would be unfair for many of the other servants. He liked you because he had fun humiliating you while knowing that you wouldn’t say a thing, it was not the worse treatment a slave had faced in that place. Sometimes he wouldn’t even realize of your evident disgust because he had no self awareness nor cared to develop some for you, what was a topic of bonding you had with his wife. Helen was a very kind woman who would  never hesitate in showing some exceptional sweetness towards you, almost as if she would be trying to apologize for both. 

It wasn’t that bad, but you still wished you wouldn’t be remembered as his favorite joke by every single guest, because he would be annoying you at any given moment you were around them. Your king liked to be seen as the fun brother, it was his classical strategy to impress new visitors. Big parties that could last for days, the fulfillment of even the most ridiculous whims of everyone and a certain fun complicity with the men were the trademarks of Menelaus’s style for hospitality arrangements. For all his servants that implied a huge extra amount of work in very different scales while, for you, that increased load would be matched with the escalating on displays for that comedical function that was wrongfully attributed to you. It wouldn’t matter which useful task you would be performing in the meantime, he would find space to make it awkward and you would be embarrassed in front of all those important people. 

The only upside that you eventually had found, as you routinized the upcoming humiliations with every visit, was the privileged spot it gave you to form precise preliminar judgements. The reactions you would get from the freshly arrived people would often speak for them better than their words. If your king would have been a really clever one, he could have tried to use it as a source of information. However, he was too lost in self-complacency while believing himself funny to actually notice the really interesting aspects of the awkward exchanges he created. You had your own private list of favorite and most despised allies of the kingdom, people you would feel safe approaching and others that were better to stay away from. 

At the top of it, there was King Odysseus of Ithaca. The rather humble ruler was an occasional presence who always provided your favorite reactions. He was able to notice when you were upset and not only he wouldn’t ignore you, he would sometimes act in your defense making use of his subtle wit, never failing to bring a smile out of you. His friend Achilles, the mighty myrmidon warrior, was far nicer than what you expected based on what you used to hear of him. He wasn’t afraid of making fun of Menelaus for you, hoping it would encourage you to fight back, but you noticed it was a little disappointing for him seeing that you wouldn’t even try it. In the extreme opposite of them, King Agamemnon of Mycenae was responsible for some of your worst experiences during receptions. He would usually join his brother’s mocks, but he enjoyed intimidating you. He knew that he was terrifying to you, but his very much darker sense of humor would make him see it as a joke. To him, you were no different from a well trained dog doing tricks on command and his favorite one was scaring the crap out of you merely because your terror would make him feel mighty. 

It was the time for the princes of Troy to prove themselves in front of you. The sons of King Priam were arriving to deliberate into the agreement of a peace treatment with Sparta and you had high hopes for them. Prince Hector, the eldest, was described to you as one of the most righteous and noble hearted men of your times. While his brother Paris didn’t have a similar fame, he was remarkable for being one of the most good looking princes in the world. It was said that his charm had no mortal match and his beautiful face was the doom of many. Some mean commenters claimed that he was the laziest and most cowardly son of the trojan king; but you only paid attention to the voices in favor of his soft beauty and irresistible charm. Neither of them sounded like the kind of people that would bother you and, like many other of your servant friends or even the queen herself, you began to feel very curious. Since she knew of your excitement, Helen chose you as her personal companion for the moment so you would be able to meet them together. Her husband didn’t present major objections, judging it a great idea because you were a source of easy jokes in case the introductions would turn out lame.

The new guests were both very handsome brunettes of brown eyes, but your eyes fixated immediately on Paris and you could tell that so did Helen’s. The magnificent descriptions feeding your imagination still didn’t make him justice, he was the most beautiful man you ever saw.  Shame and fears about looking like a drooling mess made you deviate your glance as soon as it crossed the way of his, but he wouldn’t stop staring in your direction. It was easy to guess why: you were standing very close to the queen. For the very first time since you both met, you felt a bit jealous of the attention that her amazing beauty would usually bring her and it was only because part of you wished that the handsome trojan would be looking at you. 

The king fell under the same assumption and he made it the matter of his first joke. 

“ You like what you see … don’t you, Paris?” He asked him with prideful complicity. ” If the sight of my Helen ever gets to overwhelm you, just look at ( y/n). We ubicated her beside her to compensate, it should fix it.” 

That time it hitted you differently. You really didn’t want to be humiliated in front of Paris after he saw you admiring him in silence. It made you stare at the ground to hide your disgust as you were about to feel your previous excitement fading. 

Menelaus was about to ruin your day as always, but the reply of his guest surprised you like no other before. 

" What you suggest is an unfair observation, an absurdity. " He corrected him in the most exquisitely polite tone. " Would you claim that the night sky lacks beauty because the moonlight is less intense than the sunlight? "

Paris had the tongue of a poet and you found yourself melting to his words against your will. Such high speeches weren't meant for the ears of a servant like you, but you couldn't help yourself.

" The Moon is shyer, but its shine excites the passion of the lovers and brings shelter to the helpless travelers wandering the seas. " He continued, closing the point he made to the king in order to redirect the conclusion straightfully to the queen.

" I bow to you, Helen, the divine among women...."

Guessing where the praise was going to fall, you limitated yourself to feeling good for her. Helen was a wonderful woman and her husband was awful to her as well, she deserved the cheering.

"... but even when your magnificent beauty shines like the sun, it can't hide the moonlight beside you."

Your shock was evident, he was speaking about you. Asking a gestural permission to the queen so he could approach you, he provided the most praiseful comfort someone ever gave you regarding the horrible jokes of Menelaus.

" Hello, beautiful. Don’t worry about meaningless mockery. The shine of the moon is a call for love in the language of the poets. "

The reaction he got from you was something never seen before: you were embarrassed, but you were happy about it and your state of blissful confusion somehow matched the disconcert around you. Paris emphasized his speech with a smile in your direction as you were both staring at each other and you were about to break your silence, but the king did it for you. 

Laughing, loud chuckles showing that he interpreted it as a joke. He found it very funny and Hector seemed relieved. The priority for the eldest was politically appealing to the spartans so the treatment would be declared, the good mood of Menelaus had to be preserved at any cost. Awkward silence ruled among the rest of you while the laugh lasted and Paris was truly clueless as your king would pat him on the shoulder near the end. 

“ What was that nonsense? You are a funny lad, you speak funny. “ He clarified to him afterward and later redirected his words towards his wife, who was visibly fed up with him. “ Did you see that, Helen?? She bought it … look at her face!!! That’s the funniest thing I saw in a long while.. Thank you, Paris. “ 

The confusion in the young man’s face only made his soft features look more adorable and you found yourself wishing you could caress his cheeks. He was about to answer, but his brother subtly indicated him not to. It wasn’t hard to notice that Hector was as well internally cringing at the generated awkwardness, but politics sometimes also was about standing an old king and his horrible humor. 

You were all staring at each other with the certainty of fearing that the cringe could still escalate. 

Menelaus gave you a tight side hug that intended to show the level of trust he thought he had with you, but was just him trespassing your boundaries. The princes were capable of feeling how uncomfortable you were because everything in your face was screaming it. 

“ (Y/N), (Y/N), … How can you be so dumb, child?” He kept mocking you without noticing that he was alone on it. “ She always falls for all the pranks and it never helps her learn.” 

Paris released a light chuckle,tempting you into laughing with him about your máster and, for once, you did. 

“ My brother has serious issues with controlling his tongue in front of beautiful women.” Hector finally intervened, the subtle use of the plural noun indicating an encouraging confirmation for you, his way of supporting you without ruining things with your owner. 

You thanked him for his kindness with a smile and so did Helen. 

Menelaus looked at you with some mischievous skepticism and then shared his own conclusion. 

“ … If he thinks this one is cute, he should see the ones I picked as concubines.” 

The preliminary judgment that you came to was loving the trojans right away. Hector was a very nice man, but Paris got you in awe and you were pretty sure that you were about to develop a crush on him. Even if his words were only an approach of comfort and he didn’t mean any of what he said, no one ever did something so sweet for you. The soft way in which he praised you was nothing like the ingeniously sarcastic comments of Odysseus or the playfully aggressive exchange of mocks Achilles once started for you. Paris didn't pity you, he found genuinely nice things to say about you and directly to you. His intervention helped you to overcome the humiliation in more than one way because you also found yourself lost in him. He was so handsome and his manners were so charming: his complicit laugh made you laugh, his smile made you melt. 

Unfortunately, your owner was very interested in impressing him in a mind blowing way and he thought of beginning by accomplishing part of the asseverations in his joke. He later sent to him the servants he considered his favorites, the most beautiful, with the order of pampering him as if Paris was their own prince. The radiant court was meant to prepare his bath, rub aromatic oils all over his skin and perform other physical preparations to get him ready for his first meal with the royal couple. In contrast, you were rushing between helping out in the kitchens and working on the setup of the dinning hall. It wasn’t your intention to feel bitter with other girls like you that were just commited to do their work, the intentionality of Menelaus with that gesture was what bothered you. He wanted Paris to compare you and laugh with him, to forget any wrong assumption making him find beauty in you. 

 As you were carrying some heavy footstools someone communicated to you a straight order from the queen that was about to change things a little bit. Helen was commanding you to pick up the dirty clothes of the princes so you would accompany her the next morning and do the washing in the river. The ask didn’t imply anything out of the ordinary but you knew that she was trying to compensate you for the attitude of her husband. Being the smart woman she was, she calculated for you at least two possible chances of seeing Paris without disturbances coming from the king: one when picking up the clothes and another one if you were clever enough to choose a good time to bring those back. 

Since you didn’t want to be too obvious, you passed by to pick up Hector’s stuff first and very quickly headed to do the same for his brother in apparent normalcy. 

Peeking from outside the room when you were received, the scene you found was the expected. He was relaxing in the bathtub and four girls were surrounding him outside, more occupied in distracting him instead of on any practical tasks. One of them was playing with his hair and caressing his neck as she would help him wash, but she was showing an avid interest that reflected how much she was enjoying herself with that. Despite the good intentions of Helen bringing you there, all you wanted was to do as it was told to you so you could leave. It was clearly not a good moment. 

Or so you thought because, as soon as he noticed you, he seemed to circumstantially forget about anyone else. Paris saw you peeking from across the frame of the interlocutor asking your motives and he sensed that you were a bit discouraged by the atmosphere created around him, probably assuming that he wasn’t going to care about you anymore. For that he corrected you with an interruption of the conversation. 

“ What a wonderful surprise to finally hear your voice!” He cheered for you with evident excitement, gesturally asking the girl who was all over him to leave him some space because he wanted to be comfortable while talking to you. “ (y/n)... not only is your laugh adorable, you have a very nice speaking voice. Can you sing? Because if that’s the case, I’m going to eventually ask you to do it for me and it is probably going to enrapture me, so .. be ready.” 

The praiseful joke made you giggle as you began to get nervous again. 

“ It’s not something I would do often but, from time to time there is always some child of nobility that needs calming at night and almost everyone has tried at least once because of eventual child care emergencies. “ You tried to improvise a reply. “ I only sang children’s songs. The king of Ithaca and his wife came once with their little boy, who my queen loves like a nephew. Helen and Penelope are cousins, when the little prince needed a caregiver during their stay I ended up looking after him because of her recommendation to the mother.” 

Your explanation was too long for what he actually meant, but he knew that you were talking to calm down your nerves around him and he found that quite sweet.

“ Come in, lovely. Don’t be shy. You don’t need it, I’m not going to make fun of you.” 

Heat raised through your cheeks as you obeyed, but at least you felt grateful for that last clarification. During all the action you tried your best to stare anywhere else but the naked man cheerfully inviting you in from his bathing spot. 

“ There is no need to delay my current presence, sir. I just came here for your clothes.” You humbly acknowledged, trying to make a quick exit sound logical.   

“ You may be right, there is no practical need for it .. but i want it.” He innocently confessed.” I want you to stay a little more, I feel that your king is not going to leave us many moments of peace to talk with each other. If anyone questions you about this you will count with my protection. I’m not going to let anyone assume wrong things about you.” 

You were unsure of what to do, but his sweet tone closed it for you. 

“ … Please, I just want to talk.” 

Peeking at his face for a brief instant, you saw him looking at you with playfully faked sadness. He was so adorable and you wouldn't believe your ears or eyes to what you were witnessing from him. A prince, the handsomest that ever stepped that kingdom, was begging for your company and he was doing it in front of some of the prettiest servant girls in the palace, the company that Menelaus sent to impress him. You didn’t even want to look at the one you felt slightly jealous of at the time of your entrance, but you were able to sense the disbelief in the ambient coming from most of the presents. 

“ No one is going to think anything wrong of me… no one thinks anything of me. “ You answered with a neutral sounding joke. “ I guess I can do it, I feel in debt. I should be thanking you for all the exquisite phrasings you choose to use when addressing me.” 

“ What I said is the truth, no debt can lay on it. I always speak with the truth when the occasion allows it. “ He simply stated. “ Is that man always so mean to you?” 

He was showing worry for you, genuine concern about your feelings. 

“ .. Don’t get me started, I really shouldn’t be ranting about it. Queen Helen says that on the day I will allow myself to do it, I will completely lose my calm temper and we are going to have a scandal. “ 

Paris seemed excited about that possibility. 

“ I am guilty of pulling a few pranks on my own servants, especially when I was a boy. I’m not going to deny that I can be a headache for my people, but whatever he thinks he is doing with you isn’t funny. I don’t like it. I don’t understand what’s there to find amusing. “ 

It was just praise driven comfort, you were thinking, and you shouldn’t let yourself down for that. It wasn’t the end of the world if he wouldn’t like you that way. 

“ That’s not a sense of humor, that’s blatant foolishness and I know because I’m great at judging that. If you listen carefully, you will hear from my companions that I’m famous as my city’s greatest fool. “ 

The self mock shocked you a little bit. Was he admitting to suffer on his position as trojan prince from the same problem you faced as a slave in the spartan palace? 

“ You, kind lord? I wouldn’t believe it. You don’t seem like a foolish man to me. “ 

“ Then you can believe me when I say that I spoke with the truth when I claimed that you are beautiful like the Moon.” He concluded, reaching the startpoint in a circular reasoning. “ And if you don’t do it yet, you should. Foolishness and beauty are the only topics I can give judgements people would give credit for. “ 

" I'm not interested in contending for your favorable judgment against the beauty of my queen, the King wants you to envy him. "  You clarified to him. " Helen was informally chosen by the people of Greece as the most beautiful woman in the world, Menelaus loves to brag about her and he doesn't mind being rude to other women while doing it. "

" Maybe she is the prettiest, I can't know for sure, but that doesn't make you any less beautiful yourself.  Claiming otherwise, treating you as if you were some hideous thing we are all supposed to laugh off, is almost criminal. " He sweetly exaggerated. "  You are gorgeous, take it from a trojan expert who feels about to get marveled with you. "

Your amazement was impossible to dissimulate at that point. 

" Why would your people consider you an expert on judging beauty?" 

" Why do you think they would?" He provocatively replied, implying that he wanted you to tell him how good looking he knew that you were finding him. 

You allowed yourself to look at him less subtly, following what you guessed that he wanted. Your eyes would fixate on his beautifull face, but his mischievous expression was inviting you to feast on the overall sight. You dared to glance at his exposed and slightly muscled torso. Your reaction brought a prideful smile out of him, since you saw yourself forced to ignore some chuckles coming from the girls who were noticing how you were close to drool. 

"... Because you must be the most handsome man in Troy. " You claimed before your mind could get to control your tongue. " ... I'm sorry if that is the reason why they don't take you seriously. You have proven to me so much more than that in such a brief instant, my lord." 

" Call me Paris. " He calmly cut you off. " No more sir, lord or prince. I'm sick of the unnecessary distance. "

"... So I will, Paris. " Were the only words you managed to articulate. 

His expression indicated that he wasn't going to let you go that easily, even when the dirty clothes you needed to carry were already in your reach. 

" That sounds so much better, sweet (y/n). " He encouraged you. " I think that I have a very special task in mind that would be perfect for you." 

Your heart beated fast as you wondered what he was going to come up to. 

" After you take my dirty clothes out, I will need you to consult the people setting up my room and tell them to show you all the packed garments I have brought with me. "

The deviation of the conversation confused you. Why get so intimate to proceed on treating you once more like a servant immediately afterwards? 

" Do you need a specific item? Describe it to me first and I will find it for you. " 

Paris was unable to hide his excitement when he presented to you the weirdest request you ever got from a visitor. 

" I want you to choose whatever you like the most and bring it to me. "

The great shock made you split the first guess that sounded logical to you. 

" ... I would love to help you dress up to impress the queen, but I had no idea of what she would like to see you in. " 

The assumption seemed funny to him.

" Dress me up for you. " He shamelessly asked. " Follow your taste, not what you think she would like. Since I know that you are unwillingly put in the position of amusing everyone else, I want to be your distraction. Maybe if I look really good for you the King would be easier to ignore. What do you think? Can you focus on me and forget about the nonsense that old man will be saying about you? "

" ... Why would you want me to do that?" 

" There is nothing I love more than the attention of a beautiful girl and yours comes with an adorable charm that I find myself unable to resist." Was his conclusion. " I can't say I don't enjoy feeling that I'm getting some of your shy shine all for myself, lovely spartan beauty. "

You wanted to remain skeptical, but Paris wouldn't leave you much space for doubtful reinterpretations with his very direct attitude. He liked you and he showed it since that very first conversation. How was it possible, you would often wonder, when the queen in all her glory was ríght there? When Menelaus was more than happy to provide him with the company of the most beautifull slave women he owned? Yet it was you; the city's joke, the servant that most of the kind visitors pitied, who somehow managed to catch his attention.

In fact, he was as surprised as you. Paris arrived in Sparta with an almost prophetic certainty about his chances of getting infatuated with Helen, but it faded in the very same moment of your meeting. He wondered many times on his way there how it was going to be looking for the first time at the face of the queen who was claimed to be the most beautiful mortal woman of her times. In his romantical idealization of the moment he was ready to get bewitched by her, not caring that much about the significant detail of her already existent marriage as he would be losing his judgment to an unstoppable passion. 

It didn't happen, not at least in the magical way everyone would describe it to him. He looked at her, as radiant as the tales claimed her to be, but he didn't feel the effect of a hex impeding him from finding any other woman beautiful ever again. She was incredibly splendid, but ríght there beside her he saw you. Although yours was perhaps a more modest beauty at first sight, there was something about your reactions to him that caught his attention in a way Helen's didn't. Despite his uses for your particularity were horrible, Menelaus was somehow ríght in appreciating the expressiveness of your face. It was the same detail that the trojan prince noticed ríght away and loved about you, even when you did your best to hide yourself from him. 

The amazement you showed while shyly looking at him made him feel like the most important man in that room. Until the King ruined the moment with his jokes, Paris got the impression that there was no one in that place you cared for more than him and he loved it. The rather curious staring of the queen seemed cold in comparison to your expressions of pure adoration and he was all about the intensity. Without looking for it, Paris found himself wishing he could get more of you in the exact opposite way your master liked to make you be for his amusement. He wanted to see your face getting bright of excitement, to get for himself your happy amazement. He wanted to make you laugh and when you did it for him, you became the cutest girl in his eyes.

Paris craved getting to know you better and there weren't any barriers stopping him. It was normal for a noble to show interest in a servant, no one was going to care as long as they would think it was only an attraction based interest. That was why he carefully reserved his most shameless flirting for the public interactions with you, keeping it on the socially acceptable border was the best way to avoid getting you in real trouble. What he wanted to have with you wasn't what the noble men of Sparta would assume of him simply because of the hierarchy difference. He was no fool to the reason why Menelaus once sent all those girls to him, he was probably encouraging him to pick an erotic playmate for the entire stay among the ones he considered the most desirable. 

He would be lying if he would have denied that he found you attractive, but he wanted more than just the pleasures of your beauty on his bed. He wanted to be with you in a more emotionally intimate sense of the phrase, a kind of intimacy that was strictly forbidden. Simply spending time together, letting you in on his life as you would slowly make him part of yours. In short terms; getting to date you in secret like a woman he was feeling about to fall for, not just having fun with you like a prince was supposed to with a slave he finds attractive.

Finding ways to come across you and invent new quasi dating escenarios to hang out with you was easy, the hard part was making sure that no one else would be bothering you. It didn't take long for him to see that the consistent lack of basic respect that Menelaus showed to you had its good amount of awful everyday consequences. No one there respected you that much, Helen being the main exception, but not even among other slaves you were able to find peace. Your own companions in the routine work simply didn't take you seriously or didn't expect you to demand being heard by them when expressing your opinions on anything they were discussing. 

Your hushed frustration about it was very relatable to him. Paris was used to being ignored in the city council and to get his word discredited by his peers under accusations of cowardice due to his rejection of the military lifestyle that was consuming his brother's lifetime. He quickly understood and began to share your feelings about the unfair way in which everyone treated you. It hurted him to discover that you were some sort of communal getaway for everyone else's pressures, that most people around you decided that they didn't have to take you seriously if the King wasn't doing it.

For said reasons, one of his main concerns was achieving that as many people as possible would be respecting you in his presence. He wouldn't be able to hush Menelaus, but he was able to use his privilege of guest and Prince to make some other nobles and servants think twice in the way they would be addressing you. Hector was more than happy to support him on that and the legitimacy that their interventions would add made a big difference. You would also spend a considerable amount of time among their crew getting to know everyone under the excited watch out your beloved prince.The trojan men were overly nice to you and even the ones that would seem more frequently annoyed by Paris' insistence tended to have a good disposition around you.

At some point of their stay you frankly stopped caring about the mockery, simply because Paris would be subtly and secretly laughing with you at every out of place comment of your owner. Staring at each other in a certain way and sharing mute chuckles while he would be rambling alone was your way of dealing with the awkwardness together.Due to that, witnesses had to end up naturalizing how so not shy he was about preferring your company to anyone else's and how happy you were about it. At first some were inclined to believe that he was using the queen's fondness of you as a route to become closer with her, but reality showed that it was the other way around. Chazing you made him get to bond with Helen. 

 it was almost every time about him tagging along in your activities together as a friendly presence. It started when it occurred to him to accompany you in your laundry getaway to the river so he could " use his bowman skills to protect you both in gratitude for the hospitality", when in fact all he wanted was to hang out with you. You were pretty lonely women and the unusual company of a guest preferring to stay with you instead of being with the men was slightly comforting. Paris was the nicest, funniest and most adorable man you got to meet, he would make any task enjoyable just by being with you. 

Eventually, you got to hear from your Queen herself a playful confession about how she felt a bit of healthy, well intentioned jealousy for the special sweetness the trojan was showing to you. Helen developed a soft crush on Paris and it partially happened because of how close she was as a witness of some of your interactions. At first sight he only came up to her as a good looking man with a silver tongue, but getting to know him and seeing the fast evolution of your relationship would sometimes make her wish to be in your spot. However, she was as happy for you as you would have been for her and she never hesitated in helping you out with anything. Once he ran out of creative excuses to neglect his political mission she was who would allow you to get permissions so you could spend time with him. 

Precisely that was the cause making you lose any perception of the time passing. You were so lost in the development of your romance that you would often forget the reason that brought you together. Hector was dealing with most of the political work standing Menelaus and Helen became his occasional support when she was contextually allowed to. The mind of Paris always seemed to be somewhere else and that somewhere was you, which would usually make it difficult to get some rationality out of him. 

The last day of the trojan visit presented itself faster than what you expected and neither of you were ready for it. The time of the goodbyes, the princes would be returning to their home the next morning. Unlike the regular visitors coming from continental or insular proximities of the kingdom, distance would complicate their chances of coming back. Troy was at the other side of the Aegean Sea, only a very good excuse could be fitting to mobilize a new travel to Sparta and the establishment of peace between nations was making it unnecessary. There would be no justifications powerful enough to bring them back.

Given the fast speed in which your strong feelings developed, it took you until getting there to realize it. The discovery hitted you quickly and painfully like a lightning struck, the thought of never getting to see the man you loved ever again was destroying you. Then, you began to recriminate yourself for falling in love with him. Yours was an impossible love and it never stopped being it, even if it was required. The love Paris had for you wasn't changing who you were: the son of the mightiest sovereign of Asia and the spartan servant girl who was about to become a national greek joke thanks to the push of her King and his brother.

There was no comfort your queen could give you for the pain that you were feeling and there it was her husband to make it worse. Menelaus was planning one final joke that required your participation, a surprise for Paris that included a bit of mocking about his interest for you. The preparations for the upcoming farewell party and the special demands that the role he wanted you to fulfill there required kept you away most of the day, ruining your mood even more. That was your last day with to be with your love and Menelaus couldn’t be kind to you about it, not even for a day he would let you be 

Your absence was very much felt and Paris was clueless about it. There was something very important that he needed to discuss with you, but you disappeared from sight. After restless hours in his bed trying to come up with a bright idea that would fix the problems of his troubled heart, the night brought to him inspiration for a solution. The only one he could come up with, just thinking about it was making his heart race and his mind daydream like a lovesick fool that was careless about anything else but you. He needed to tell you about it, but you were out of reach and that got him equally heartbroken and confused. By the beginning of the party, a banquet in the dining hall, he was frankly desperate to see you. While pretending to care about the ramblings of Menelaus with cordial faked expertise, he was doing his best to not fall apart right there thinking that you were hiding from him on purpose. Hector was there beside him trying to comfort him subtly, he was able to read the sorrow in him and he was worried. The eldest prince genuinely thought that you were hiding to forcefully end whatever you two had, perhaps judging you as the most rational. Hector incorrectly guessed that your lifestye in slavery took away from you the will to dream in the same overly romantic way that was typical of Paris. You were ending the fantasy, he thought, and his brother wasn’t ready to face it. 

The self pleasant speeches of the king were coming to their end while Helen was sharing a few glances with the brothers, coming together in the cringing on a ratio of about one per five sentences. 

“... May the Gods keep the wolves on the hills and the women on our beds! “ Was the final line he delivered, making her expression of fed up disgust so evident that she managed to make Paris chuckle for an instant. 

To that introductory command, the hall was inundated by a crew of dancing girls and musicians. 

The evident fact of the lad’s unamusement to the entertainment presented surprised more than one trojan, since their youngest prince was known for being the soul and core of every party back in their kingdom. His sadness manifested in his refusal to get up by himself, doing it only once Hector would indicate it. He didn’t even bother to take a look at the sensually attired women dancing for all of them. Hector reminded him that he had to fake just for a little bit longer to not appear rude, encouraging him as Menelaus approached them with the clear intention of keeping drinking with them.  

“ For the Gods!!” The three cheered while joining in a wine libation before proceeding to take a sip. 

In the atmosphere of comradery that he considered created with the princes, the king exhorted them with a path on the shoulder that reached the arm. The noticeable difference in strength and size of the bulked arms of the eldest in comparison with the youngest seemed amusing to him. 

“ Strong arm! Thanks to the Gods we made peace.” He praised one brother with a certain intentionality of making a lanky joke to the other beneath that. Paris replied to his gestural implications towards him with a half smile, wishing you could see that then he was making jokes about someone else and he was holding it for you. 

“ If I were you, I wouldn’t want to face Paris with a bow and arrows in hand.” Hector replied in defense of him. “ He is one of our best archers, I have never seen him missing a shot.” 

“ Sharpest eyesight on the kingdom, but you are still our strongest man.” Paris completed him, with admiration and gratitude. 

Menelaus showed mindless approval of their sayings, too into the festive spirit to actually care for what was being said. 

“ Wonderful! I like that unity spirit. Wait until I will get my brother on board and we are going to do great things together. “ He agreed and proceeded to approach Paris for one of those uncomfortable strikes of over complicity. “ …Have you spotted the surprises i have for you, sharp eyed friend? “

The cluelessness in his expression pleased him and he was up to do the demonstration. 

“ That one over there? I picked her specially for you..” He explained to Hector later. To the signaling gesture of his goblet wielding hand, a dancer gracefully approached to sensually tease the prince. 

The spartan ruler was pridefully content with her performance. 

“ .. She is a little lioness..” He not so secretly commented about her to his guest, making an obvious sexual implication about his times laying with her. 

It was a very awkward moment, but Hector knew how to overcome it politely. 

“ Thank you, my wife waits for me in Troy.” 

The answer was a great surprise for the host, who was beginning to think that the trojans were the funniest foreign men he ever knew. 

“ My wife waits for me right there.” He replicated, pointing at Helen while he was about to burst into laughter. 

Paris felt repulsed, it was too much to handle. Fate was unfair with that woman when it tied  her to that man, as unfair as it was for making the sweet woman he loved a slave in his palace. Even when feeling bad for Helen, he was still feeling bad for both of you on different levels. It was too painful to think that, instead of being together as your hearts craved, you would have to stay serving that horrible master. That man wouldn’t stop giving him constant reminders of how awful he was and it was making everything worse. Paris needed to find you and tell you of his plan, he wouldn’t be leaving things like that and he wasn’t going to give up. 

Knowing that he was about to be offered with a woman in the same disgusting way, he didn’t feel in the right place to give the same complacent refusal his brother managed to. He was angry about the situation and worried for you, not occupied with his manners. 

“ I haven’t forgotten about you, boy! “ Menelaus was back at him and Paris felt at the edge of a rage outburst. “ My brother is a bit of a fun killer too, it must be a thing of the eldests.” 

“ I have heard many things about your brother. “ 

The obtained answer was delivered with sprinkles of anger in the tone that should have warned him that the lad wasn’t talking positively, but the king’s classical lack of self awareness did its thing. 

“ … Great man, he just never knows when to stop being the King of Kings. Too much deep into the military discipline, I often have to remind him to relax. I bet yours has the same problem.” 

On another occasion, he would have agreed and shared a joke or two attached to a trivial anecdote illustrating Hector’s serious rigidness. Not there, not with him. 

The trojan dissimulated with another sip of wine and allowed him to keep talking alone to avoid getting aggressive. 

“ You are not like him, I know that you are going to join the fun once you will see what I have for you.” Menelaus mischievously teased him. “ I don’t get your taste, very odd, but I did my best.. Check that one out, the little graceless pidgeon is yours. I made her be fixed for you, although it didn’t change much. At least she must smell like a woman now.” 

Paris looked in the pointed direction and there he found you. 

Scared, clumsily moving in clothes you were unused to wearing and searching for someone while trying to hide yourself from unwanted stares. You were dressed in the same fashion of the dancers, too provocative to be comfortable in that crowded place. It was a parody of them, you were a parodical gift that your master was handing to his guest while making fun of him for liking you. 

It was the most humiliating thing he ever did to you and that time he was aware of it. Paris was too worried for you to waste time arguing with him. He simply ran towards you, desperate for getting close to you so he could help you out. As soon as you spotted him you jumped into his arms and he shielded you in a hug. 

“ Mu arma, is this why he wouldn’t let you come to me? “ He wondered out loud, letting a bit of his mother tongue slip into his phrasing because of the rush in the concern. “ Are you alright?” 

You hid your face out of shame for being exposed like that in public. 

“ He said that you were going to like it, but I know he just wanted to make fun of me.” You explained. “ This is ridiculous. “  

His glance searched for yours and you couldn’t resist the intensity of his brown eyes anymore. 

“ He is ridiculous, not your garments. You look perfect on anything you wear, but my preference is whatever makes you feel comfortable. This isn’t the case and I would never advocate for your displeasure for the sake of my enjoyment. “ 

He smiled at you and it made you feel a bit of ease, the perfect closure for his sweetly comforting words. Noticing the improvement, he asked another servant to help him unclasp his cape to later gently wrap you with it. 

“ Is this better? “ 

In response, you gave him a peck on the lips that he ended up deepening into a proper kiss 

“ Would you follow me to my room, just to get you away from here ?” He asked you afterwards, whispering close to your ear. 

“ I would go anywhere as long as it is with you.” 

Those were the exact words that he was craving to hear from you, a great encouragement for what he was about to tell you. 

Behind closed gates you were able to leave the awkwardness behind. Your master and his men weren't at sight anymore and you would never feel uncomfortable with Paris. The only upside of the situation was getting to show yourself to him in such different clothes to what you would usually wear, what you disdained was the context and intentionality of the order making you wear those. Your prince was quite an enthusiast about clothing and you knew it since that very first time in which he made you pick by yourself something he could wear to impress you. Your choice didn't end up being an scandalously revealing wearing like in your case then, but you were wearing something meant for him even if Menelaus picked it following his criteria and forced you into it for laughs. 

There was surprise in the semblant of the young trojan when he saw you dropping the cape on his bed. 

" You can keep it, if you like it. " He reminded you, emphasizing his previous point. " I don't need this. " 

Your curious eyes were looking at him with a wondering expression as you asked yourself if he was inhibiting himself in the same way you once did. 

" It's the fanciest thing I ever wore, not that is saying much. " You joked, making him giggle a little bit. " I didn't like to see all those others looking at me, but I don't mind if you do. This is for you, after all. The shame I was put through would be more bearable if at least I get to know your opinion." 

He didn't want you to think he was fine with what was done to you only because you looked ravishing .

" I refuse to follow the ways of your King. " 

You knew what he was all about and loved him for it. Wanting to ease him into noticing that you were perfectly comfortable with him, you got yourself purposely in the way of his sight with a mischievous expression. 

 " What do you think, my love? Is this of your liking?"

Paris was more than happy to compensate you with his attention. He would be lying if he would deny his enjoyment of the sight in that private context where you were willingly showing yourself to him. His eyes were roaming your body as if you were the most exquisite work of art. Asking gestural permission to take your hand and spin you around slowly, he got a full sight of you that ended with the announcement of his verdict while staring once more at your face. 

" You are stunning. I love every single corner of you, while this dress only serves as an enhancer of your most seductive spots... However, my lovely seductress, giving up to temptations would be like reinforcing your master's viewpoints. I'm going to fight the urge for now, I love you and I can't stand thinking that someone judged you a mere plaything of mine. "

Your sweet smile to his words made him feel like the luckiest man alive. 

" I like the braids too, but what I can't fight ríght now is my urge to release your precious locks... Would you mind sitting back and let me undo all of that for you?"

It was pretty much an excuse to pamper you with his touch and you wordlessly answered getting in the requested position. You wondered if he was ever going to bring up the topic of his departure, but the relaxed state in which was getting you stopped you from doing it yourself. 

He was rambling about how much he missed you, telling you the sadness of his frustrating day while detangling your hair from the braids and not so casually caressing your neck. Those sweet caresses were your doom, his hands were taking away any rational thought. Just when he finished the work on your hair he gently pushed it aside over one shoulder so he could get to add a trail of kisses going from your free shoulder to the reachable spots of your neck and he chuckled over your skin when he got to hear a whimper. 

The lovely surprises weren't over, ríght after that he rushed to show a gift he had for you and you felt like you were about to faint when you saw it. 

A beautiful necklace, jewelry worthy of a princess. 

" Pearls from the Sea of Propontis. " He happily explained while presenting it to you, loving your amazement. " I knew that I wanted to give you this, but I didn't know when and we just found the perfect occasion. I need to make sure you know what you mean to me: you aren't a xenia impulsed present nor a mock of the ones Menelaus likes to give. I don't mean this either to be a gesture of closure. This gift I have for you is a symbol of my arrow pierced heart, not my farewell. " 

You were speechless and somewhat confused. 

" Paris, this is beautiful!... but i can't wear it. '' You finally managed to reply. " People will think I stole it and Menelaus will punish me for it, he will never believe that you gave it to me. Something like this belongs to the princess you will someday take to your nuptial talamus, not to me. " 

The logical sounding argumentation amused him because it showed how clueless you were of what he was about to propose. 

" Ūnza astu andān mu zart." He lovefully whispered to you while helping you with the clasping of the necklace that you didn't try by yourself. You had no idea of what those words meant, but you were melting to the sound of his voice. " There is no one else I would take there if I can't have you, but I haven't yet resigned to that horrible fate of moonless nights. "

You began to understand, but you couldn't believe your ears.

Staring directly into your eyes, Paris finally got to tell you what he waited the entire day to say. 

" Come with me. " 

His naivety was adorable.

" I would love to serve your family, your brother is very nice, but you know I don't have a say. Buying me to Menelaus would be the only way, but I don't think he would ever be capable of performing a single act of real kindness towards me. " 

Your first assumption made him notice the conditioned expectatives in your position. It legitimately hurted him that you couldn't see yourself as anything more. Your dreamed aspiration was a secret romance with a new owner, you couldn't see that he truly meant so much more than that. 

" I don't want you to be my servant. (y/n), this is my form to confess to you that my wish is taking you with me into a new life away from everything that hurts you. No more fears, loneliness and humiliations. You will be respected as a royal among my people and I will preach my love for you so consistently that they will have to end up loving you or get very sick of me. " 

" ... What do you mean with all of this?" You asked even when the answer was implied only because you needed a clear confirmation to believe it. 

" If you want me, I will give you all I am and all I have. " He declared before putting his hand over the one you were using to touch the little pearls hanging from your neck. Suddenly he moved it far closer to your chest, in the spot where he could feel the beating of your heart. "You have my heart in your hands and now I'm holding yours. Listen to your beating, follow it and tell me... Why does it beat faster when I'm close to you?" 

The beauty of the moment was about to make you cry. 

" It's love, I'm madly in love with you. " 

Your prince smiled with simple joy before concluding his desperate begging.

" Would you follow me across the sea? If you come, I promise that everyday of our lives together I will be advocating to make you as happy as you make me just by giving me your love. i can't wait anymore, I'm dreaming awake with making you my princess. Please, my darling, tell me if you will be mine. "

Sacrificing any rationality for the sake of your inconmensurable happiness, you couldn't refuse and neither did you wish to. How would you say no to the most elevated act of love someone ever displayed for you? He wanted you at his side in his life of freedom.

" Always and forever. " Was your short and clear answer, given right before kissing him passionately. Paris held you close to him and, since then, he didn't let you go for the rest of the night. 

A somewhat hilarious take occurred to him while you were discussing your plans. When you both were trying to come up with a good excuse to justify yourselves to Hector and, eventually, their father, he simply said that he was going to stretch a little bit the kind offer of Menelaus. 

He said that you were his for Paris to take, but never specified anything else. For how long and under which context was his to decide and the trojan prince chose to make you his wife.

#troy 2004 #troy 2004 fanfiction #troy fanfiction #troy #paris of troy #orlando bloom #paris of troy x reader #orlando bloom x reader #orlando bloom characters #orlando bloom fanfiction #troy (2004)

[archieyelash]

No Context vol.1

#listen i love them #if you haven't watch gran turismo you should #you will shit your pants #and throwing up sobbing #but in a good way #gran turismo #gran turismo movie #found family #i mean jack is the dad (daddy) #danny is the mom #jann is the baby #my little racing family #i am trying to gif more gt characters #jann mardenborough #jack salter #danny moore #archie madekwe #david harbour #orlando bloom #my edit

[theboondocksisters]

I see your “Keira Knightley Orlando Bloom Pirates of the Caribbean” bisexual awakening and I raise you a “Jessica Biel Ryan Reynolds Blade: Trinity” bisexual awakening

#bisexuality #bisexual #bisexual awakening #blade trinity #ryan reynolds #jessica biel #keira knightley #orlando bloom #pirates of the caribbean #my real bisexual awakening actually involved Janet Devlin on The X Factor #she said she had a boyfriend and i was disappointed #and then i was like... wait why do i care that she isn't single??? #but i was absolutely obsessed with blade trinity #i watched it 3 times in 2 days when i first discovered it #i had never done that before #it was... pretty much because ryan reynolds #but during my most recent rewatch i was like... jessica biel's character has a badass introductory scene #maybe if i'd seen the movie a few years later #that might have been my bisexual awakening

[huntseric]

Kingdom of Heaven 🕊️

#digital art #digital illustration #drawing #kingdom of heaven #balian of ibelin #kingdom of heaven fanart #orlando bloom #2dart #character art #medieval knight #knight

[canichangemyblogname]

A man will go on a 10 min rant about how Legolas was his favorite LOTR character and how he was absolutely obsessed (his words) with the movie as a kid and thought Orlando Bloom’s performance was really, really great, and then conclude his thoughts with, “I’m straight, tho.”

#‘Didn’t he have— like— five lines during the entire trilogy?’ #‘Man… I don’t think he even introduced himself to Frodo.’ #‘Frodo doesn’t even know his name and yet *that’s* the character who stood out to you the most?’ #He told me that Orlando Bloom was very inspiring for him as a kid #and I was like: ‘IDK if this is a red flag or a cry for help.’

[k1dkh1dr]

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#the scene in Kingdom of Heaven always spoke loud to me #Where Salahuddin #at the end #told Orlando Bloom’s character #after being asked #‘what is jerusalem #worth?’ #and salahuddin says #‘nothing…everything’ #then smiles #man what a scene #then salahuddin goes into al-aqsa #(i think) #and makes sujood