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cranberryjuice-posts · 3 months

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So don’t freak out

Synopsis - Clarisse is Bad at keeping secrets

Pairings - college! Clarisse x mortal fem! Reader

IMPORTANT - this FIC takes Place after PJO and HOO and is during TOA, so spoilers are ahead, this is basically cannon clarisse outside of camp

It had been a year since clarisse left camp. After the war against the Roman’s and Gaea she was just ready to finally attend college and be a ‘normal’ girl.

So far everything was going great. In an advance intro to Greek mythology and culture course mainly she took since she needed a fine arts credit she met you. You were just some mortal girl, at first she didn’t really notice you but after being assigned on a project together she quickly realized how much she liked you.

Even after you introduced clarisse to your friend group and invited her out to eat she just couldn’t get you out of her mind. She would pray to her father and Aphrodite in hopes for advice little did she know Aphrodite was playing match maker against ares better judgement.

After a few months clarisse caved and asked you out.. Even after a few dates she was still to nervous to ask the question so you did, that’s how you two started to date.

Your relationship was perfect. You loved spending time with clarisse and her mother, you also love playing with her hair and watching her when she would dominate the court no matter what sport it was in the gym.

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You were sitting by clarisse in her dorm room as you did an assignment. “Uh huh, you know you really enjoy the story of achilles and Patroclus”

Clarisse rolled her eyes. “Shut up”

“I’m serious!” You joked “I don’t know it’s just the way you talk about him and write his story it’s like you are him, or maybe you lost your Patroclus so you relate” you smiled at first but soon straightened your position when she grew quiet. “Did I..”

“No.. no” clarisse sighed and set her pen down before rubbing her eyes.. she let out a sigh and looked over at you gently grabbing your hand. “About two years ago.. there was this big event in my life. I had a best friend named silena.. she was my everything and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love her.. silena had recently lost her boyfriend and when she had died in the accident which was my fault, it hurt.. a lot. I did everything I could to save her and I even got vengeance for her, so In a way yeah I lost my Patroclus but that’s ok.. I have you now” she leaned over and kissed your cheek wanting to cheer you up some.

You rubbed her hand softly.. you had so many questions but decided against it not wanting to press the issues.

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It was Saturday. Clarisse was messing around with you as you two were walking back towards the college campus while laughing together after going on a date. You let go of her hand and walked ahead before stopping so you could take some pictures of her..

Once clarisse caught up and took your phone out of your hand she leaned down and kissed you. “You know your dumb right” you rolled your eyes. “Yeah I’m aware”

There was a loud bang from an alley way.. while you thought nothing of it You noticed clarisse tensing up. “Babe-“

She grabbed you and forced you behind her. “Don’t move” she instructed. You were confused, what you saw was a stray dog eating some trash but clarisse was acting like she saw a monster. “Y/n” she whispered and grabbed your waist. “We’re gonna run”

“Lise what’s going on”

“I’ll explain later but we need to RUN!” She yelled and grabbed your hand running down the street with the barking dog now chasing you.. you had never seen clarisse act like this..

Turn after turn after turn. All you knew was that clarisse continued to run with you in her hand, you looked back and for a moment the dog chasing you… it wasn’t a dog it looked bigger meaner.. hellish even. You didn’t understand and you didn’t want to.

Eventually clarisse threw you into a random gas station and slammed against a shelf panting.. the dog sat patiently outside not moving but eerily watched as you and clarisse caught your breath. Clarisse dragged you to the bathroom and locked the door. “Look—“

“Clarisse what the fuck is going on!” You yelled, your dress now messed up along side your now frizzy hair and sweaty face. “It’s a dog!”

She held her head down before looking at you with concern. “It’s.. a dog” You spoke however this time less assure in yourself.

Clarisse shook her head and opened the bathroom door.. she walked out for a moment before coming back and nodding her head in a different direction. “Common this way” she softly took your hand, you squinted your eyes thinking you were seeing things.. it was almost like clarisse had a spear? In her Hand more specifically an Ancient Greek style spear. You shook your head and the spear disappeared leaving only clarisses keys in her hand.

You left out the back way and took a longer way back to campus.. neither of you spoke until you got to clarisses dorm.

You sat down on her bed and watched as she hung her keys on the wall.. there it was again the spear but it left as soon as you saw it.

“Claire”

“Hm” she flatly spoke and opened her computer.

“That wasn’t a dog was it..” you spoke quietly. She sent an email before sighing and walking infront of you taking your hands. “No.. no it wasn’t”

“Can I Tell You something Crazy” You mumbled, clarisse nodded while squeezing your hands. “The dog…. It almost looked like a hellhound like from Mr. Anthony’s talk on Greek monsters, I know I sound crazy.. but it only lasted for a second”

“That’s” she gave a dramatic sigh. “That’s because it was a hellhound” You looked up confused. “Y/n.. there’s something you need to know”

This was to much. You didn’t like any of this clarisses tone the apparent hell hound chasing you NOW the spear on the wall clear as day not disappearing. You faced clarisse again and nodded. “All those myths you know and love.. their real and I am a daughter of ares”

At first there was silence until you started to laugh. Clarisse looked back at you offended all while you just laughed. “You’ve gotta be joking!” Clarisse was starting to grow irritated, you calmed down.. noticed clarisses face you Just scoff. “Right because Zeus and hades and fucking ares all exist? Clarisse baby I love you but if your seeing things we can get you help I mean me seeing a hellhound of everything was probably just a result of the alcohol I had earlier and some adrenaline”

Clarisse tapped her foot before letting go and going to her night stand. You watched as she rummaged through until she pulled out a golden coin. “What are You Gonna do with that” You asked with a smile.

“Prove to you I’m not lying” she sighed and grabbed a crystal her roommate had, she propped it up on a table and flashed her phones flashlight through it to make a prism and stepped back. “Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering."

She tossed the coin into the cystals light and it dissolved..your smile dropped and was replaced by confusion. “Camp halfblood Dionysius”

The prism shimmered and soon showed a reflection of a middle aged man sitting at a table with a centaur beside him.

Chiron looked up and smiled. “Ah clarisse daughter of ares, what can I do for you”

Mr.D looked over and rolled his eyes. “Clementine always a pleasure” his tone clearly sarcastic

Clarisse rolled her eyes. “You mean clarisse”

“Same thing”

You had a look of horror on your face as you watched the scene before you. “Claire.. did you say Chiron as in the centaur guy” The two men exchanged looks wondering what the call was really about.

She nodded and held her hand out now showing Chiron and Mr. D You.. there was some silence until Mr.D complained.

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She ended the Iris message and turned to face you. “You believe me Now” You nodded slowly, she chuckled and walked over grabbing your cheeks and kissing your forehead.

“I.. have a shit ton to explain” she sighed but smiled as you hugged her in response. Clarisse was worried, you were a mortal now stepping into her world but one thing clarisse knew was that you weren’t gonna get hurt she would make sure of that.

Clarisse - and uh that was the battle of manhatten

Y/n - YOU KILLED A DRAKON IN ONE SHOT

Clarisse - …Yeah? THATS ALL YOU TOOK FROM THE STORY

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Y/n - so have you met Hecate

Clarisse - no Just because I’m a demigod doesn’t mean I’ve met every god, but why her?

Y/n - because she’s cool as shit that’s why

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Y/n - you shoved a kids head into a toilet because he killed the Minotaur

Clarisse - SUPPOSEDLY killed the Minotaur I mean Percy’s strong now but he was a runt then

Y/n - oh my god clarisse 😭

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse my beloved #clarisse larue #clarisse x reader #percy jackson show #pjo fandom #percy jackson #percy jackson fanfiction #pjo fanfic

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ms-scarletwings · 8 months

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This Single Oversight Will Bring Irken-Kind to Its Knees

I have a little riddle for you.

What does an ant nest, a computer, and the ancient city of Troy have in common?

While you ponder the significance of this question and consider your answer, there’s a few things I want to analyze about the worldbuilding of Invader Zim.

We may have heard it said before, least I have (and agree), that the fate of the IZ universe appears to be a rather bleak picture.

Through our lens of focus, being upon Earth and an oh-so specific nutball waging his battle upon humanity, we often don’t do as much thinking about the larger cosmic war taking place meanwhile. Not between the Meekrob and Tenn, not between the Tallest and every dumb luck threat they are thrown against, but between the Irken Armada and all life in the entire universe, sentient or not.

Their intentions will not be made any more clear, between outright eradication or eventual enslavement of every lifeform they set their sights on. While they have alliances and neutral treaties, those agreements seem few and far between, as well as born from temporary conveniences. The cards have already been dealt, and all available evidence has indicated that every planet they are aware of is doomed from the moment The Massive was operational.

Though littered with inefficiencies and incompetency that could suggest an empire in internal decline, the development of the control brains and other centralized command crutches of the species suggests the Irkens can still keep a well oiled machine running, no matter how many mishaps happen along the way. At least, that machine and their plundered resources will definitely outlast the survival of their enemies, for sure.

To speak of their enemies, there has not been a single competitive race within the show that demonstrates any credible threat to Operation Impending Doom II- only those that can resist the conquest a little bit longer than others, or those who survive by appeasing Irk (or evading its detection). The fall of Vort, which stood as the homeworld of the only aliens with the technological ability to match the armada’s firepower is…. Really bad news. That’s to say the least of comparatively primitive, TINY planets like Earth or Blorch, standing zero chance in the way of what’s eventually coming. This is a war that has continued despite the death of two.. FOUR Almighty Tallests if you follow the movie’s events… and Irkens wholly are still thriving for it across the Galaxy.

So, given all of these facts, and the perception that the Irkens (like any invasive species or colonial force) don’t seem to be a society that will make responsible and/or sustainable use of their ill-gotten territory… it seems like this is how life across the universe ends in Invader Zim one day: Not with a bang, not with the whimper of heat death, but through screams muffled under the bloody boots of a dominant predator- a predator that is, itself, doomed to cannibalize its own once it hits the carrying capacity of all existence.

Bleak, concrete, and horrific as that may sound, there’s still a “however” here to consider!

Yep, that’s me about to point one of my big fat fingers to the sky and protest- Irk just might be,

Not so Undefeatable, after all!

And not only have I figured out exactly what sort of countermeasure you need to destroy these invaders, I have reason to suspect it’s a plan already long ago set into motion.

Let’s break it down,

An Irksome Achilles’ Heel

True, individually, the bug bastards are irritatingly tough to kill through conventional means. True, collectively, they are nigh impossible to outmatch. And more than most anything else, they owe this tenacity to two things: numbers, and R&D. Possessing some of most state of the art pinnacles in transportation, communications, and military equipment, the Armada found a knack for being able to steamroll most lesser planets before it.

The genius of the individual PAK unit grants each and any one Irken a theoretical path to partial immortality itself, by route of consciousness archiving. I strongly believe that kind of cybernetic progress was also one of the stepping stones that led to the creation of the Control Brains. Nonetheless, this very same strength of the Irkens’ has also proven to be the source of their greatest vulnerability.

Paks, Paks… Oh Paks. The entire race’s civilization revolves around such technology the way we do around our own brains, our own hearts, and our communicative network. For all intents and purposes, and as I’ve gone on about ad nauseum in my other spills about the show, a PAK is all and at once

• Synonymous with the holder of their soul, consciousness, being, whatever you want to call their personhood.

• Able to have their data repurposed by future generations, in the result of an Irken’s permanent death.

• A universal necessity shared by the entire population.

• Susceptible to alterations, sometimes by intelligent enough individuals (as demonstrated by the Zimvoid comic arc), but usually by a Control Brain, directly.

In addition to that last quality, there’s another way the code in a PAK can be changed, for better or worse- Via evolution. Though I am talking about digitized neurology, the actual data in a PAK is a lot more comparable to biological DNA or a “self-learning” AI than it is a rigid computer program. By this, I mean that its code is subject to certain changes over time, perhaps both directed and completely random, particularly during the recycling of its information back into the Smeeteries.

And this is actually good design on the control brains’ part, the same way not reproducing Irkens as genetically identical clones was. Genetic and digital diversity are desirable goals to keep in mind if you want a healthy and versatile stock of workers, engineers, soldiers, and everything in between. We’re talking about highly sentient, highly intelligent, and emotional organisms here. A static drone mindset is going to offer them inadequate ability to adapt to their lengthy life experiences or be unique persons. How else would social mobility have purpose in their world? How else could the cream of the crop rise so far above their peers? That positive was deemed worthy of an obvious risk, however: computational errors.

When the Bugs Get Bugs

IZ does not clearly lay out what it means for an Irken to be defective, but it gives us a general idea. Defectiveness is not something diagnosed from a code scan for this missing value or that incorrect variable. It’s not judged by one specific character trait or quality that’s abnormal for an Irken to display. “Defective” is a judgement stamp, wielded by the Control Brains when they gauge the total sum value of a life’s contribution to the species. And it’s not one given to Irkens which are merely incompetent, no. Anyone proven to be unfit for their standing is given generous opportunity for redemption or simply reassigned a more suitable occupation. If it were based on likability, we’d have seen Skoodge sent to Judgementia years ago.

Rather, it’s given to those who are viewed as so twisted that they are proven to be an existential danger to their brethren. Irkens that are so destructive to the essence of the collective that their memory must be purged from the record and their identity erased.

I adore the enthusiasm behind fans who want to view this as an analogy for disability or neurodivergence against a conformist society, but the metaphor I’m seeing is one of extreme antisocial behavior. A defective Irken screams less “adhd/autism” to me than they do serial murderers (of their own) or outright traitors. Pardon the use of a gross phrase, but it’d seem we were talking about an Irken equivalent of what the outdated gens would have dubbed the “criminally insane”. No one on screen has ever shown Skoodge or Tak the sort of concern that would get them sent to the Spike of Judgement, but when Zim was in that hot seat? NO one was doubting what his verdict would be.

^ courtesy of “The Trial’s” transcript

I think about the 40 shmillion mistakes a lot.

It’s such a vague quantity. But it sure sounds like a hell of a big one. And what mistakes… what did the lil squirt even have to compare them to? There’s no standard one person an Irken can be. Every presentation of the flaws in that code to the control brains hasn’t ended up a flaw to him.

I only started writing this because I really couldn’t stop thinking about the 40 shmillion. There’s no chronological room for bad self-modding to add up to that so quickly. DNA replication, nature’s own sloppy and random process of creating new life, can be excused around 120,000 hiccups when duplicating with a 6 billion pair-long protein. But this kind of shuffling is under a futuristic AI’s precise eye. Yes, defects happen, but as bad as him? From birth??? How could you possibly get that many detrimental deviations from the mechanical fucking god-queen(s) of their entire homeworld?

And then it hit me.

You don’t. Not from Irk.

The hot take I’ve been charging for this entire time is thus.

Zim is not defective by any random accident. In fact, I smell the tampering of foreign sabotage.

Not only is this guy the thing his kind fears more than any else, they have every right to be shaking in their stance.

That puzzle i posed at the beginning of this journey, have you seen what I’ve seen yet?

Because the answer I was looking for as to what similarity connects an anthill, a PC, and a city from Greek legend was a most effective tactic for taking them down.

Do you know the best way to deal with a bad ant infestation? Cuz you can lay down all the raid and crushing action you want, but you won’t really be getting anywhere unless you target the pests directly at their queen. To that end, liquid ant baits are marvelous inventions- a sweet substance hiding a small amount of slow acting poison. Poison to be peacefully delivered by the stomach of an ant to the rest of her colony, poisoning her kin, who sicken more members, on and on until the queen is destroyed and the entire nest perishes. An insidious toxin to do all the work while its user never lifts a finger, pretty ingenious.

And when it comes to computers, we also have ways to attack entire networks at source, from quietly and far away. “Trojan” was a category of malware responsible for 64.31% of all cyber attacks on Windows systems in 2022, and they still make up a majority of active malware hits today. The concept is deviously simple. The malicious code is hidden within an innocent looking program, maybe even within a legitimate software that does what it’s supposed to. Once the stowaway is invited into the system, it can get down to it some sneaky, nasty, destructive work on your device. As for what those acts could look like, well, malware exists to do all kinds of things. Mostly something involving trying to get money/information from you or hijacking your computer for whatever its creator wants to use it for. And some of them will just up and wreck your shit, disable your antivirus software to open you up to more infections, disable important operations, wipe your data. Use your imagination.

And as for Troy.. well, where do you think Trojan programs got their name? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So, Irkens have their Armada, bionic drones, and homeworld- in other words, the thriving swarm of army ants, the billions to trillions of computers they so rely on, and their nigh untouchable fortress, always at war.

And some damn crafty bastard(s) in the stars said

“Here is their sugar-bait,”

“Here is their cyber attack,”

“Here is their wooden horse.”

And one particular race is going to be getting the last laugh before long.

Nerds That Are GOATed With the Sauce

That’s right, I thought about this all the way through to finding our prime suspect. And let me tell you, NO ONE in the Galaxy reeked of fish like the Vortians did. Get over here and lemme show you my whiteboard with all the red circles and polaroids on it.

- The Means

In a way of tragic irony, Vort has contributed more than any else to the same Irken conquest that turned on them in the end. A natural talent for cutting edge engineering and technical development actually does not seem to be what Irk already came into the ring with. For how mighty and superior they view themselves, the greatest achievements of their military can actually be owed to Vortian outsourcing. When we would have gotten a look at Tallest Miyuki’s very own “finest minds” during her reign, notice something interesting about these guys below,

Zim there is the ONLY Irken to be found! Yes, transferred there because of the punchline explanation of ‘he breaks everything he touches so maybe he’ll have an affinity for weapons research’ but damn right he actually did! And still does; I don’t want it to go unsaid that Zim has shown MUCH more technological skill and innovation than near any other Irken we’ve seen.

Another fun thing to note about this is that Lard Nar was also part of this lineup, and in the transcript he was in the process of working on the blueprints for The Massive. (which leaves you with the cursed knowledge that Zim, Prisoner 777, and Lard were all familiar coworkers long before the events of the show) And that brings me back to what I’m saying about the real reason the Vort natives were enslaved and imprisoned instead of outright sweeped after conquering. The Armada needs their skills, because Vortian advancement is something their own scientists couldn’t come close to. Left to their own devices, Vort could have easily outmatched them at an earlier point in history. It’s a people that figured out infinite power sources and potentially wormhole technology, while PAKs were something a disfigured human tween with a lot of time on his hands was able to crack. If anyone could outpace and outsmart the defensive measures of the Control Brains, it’s going to be them. And what better, cleaner way to sabotage the enemy than from within.

The very same strings of inserted code that cursed Zim with his delusions, paranoia, lust for destruction, and horrible tactics may also have blessed him with a determination and intellect higher than almost any creature alive. The saboteur gave Irk the most powerful racecar in history, and then fitted it with bicycle brakes. No matter how hard Zim tries to conform to what will give him admiration, no matter how competent he is at keeping himself alive, it’s as if he is instinctually compelled toward whatever actions will cause the MOST damage to his allies in the process. Dib may think he’s the bulwark against the invasion when, ironically, he’s fighting against the one being that’s predetermined to be the arrow that strikes Irken leadership right in their dumb, green heels. (There is also an instance in the comics where Dib figures out that Zim is the ace in the hole for total Irken eradication but that’s another fun story.)

Oh, oh HO HO, and that’s only what he’s capable of doing before the empire’s actual immune system against defects like him wakes up and notices!

Three planetary blackouts, two dead generals, and a whole swath of dead invaders was just the fucking warm up, babey! All that is merely the kind of loud disruption that you need in order to fulfil the real thing this Trojan horse exists for in the first place.

What a celebration of hubris the Spike of Judgement was. Yeah, let’s take our method of filtering the corrupted data from the hive mind, and completely centralize it on a single planet! As well, let’s have the very purging agents also be the same ones to perform the evaluations themselves, I’m sure that it would be unthinkable for any outsider to design a worm that could make it through the brains’ firewalls. Goddamn spectacular. Like inserting an infected USB into your laptop, the Tallest never realized what kind of beast they woke up by plugging that PAK into the Spike’s mainframes. Those brains were meant to handle an expected spectrum of deviation when it came to defective Irkens, never a sleeper virus of this complexity.

From here it probably won’t even matter if Zim survives much longer on Earth, his virus has already spread to the very thing relied upon to keep things like him out of the data pool in the first place. With the Judgementia brains corrupted and no higher authority to overrule them, the firewall is effectively broken, and you know what that means? Bigger cracks for future defectives to start trickling through, both spontaneous and artificial. The ideal scenario is one where a degenerating and glitched population accelerates the incompetency of the empire to the point where it just implodes on itself; nevertheless, even a disease that only slows down Operation Doom could be a game changer, by giving the rest of the little guys more time to band together a coalition strong enough to strike back when the time is right.

- The Motive

The history of these two races’ alliance is something I lament us not having more lore to pull from- how far back it goes, what the character of the Vort was like during that time, what the Irkens had offered in return- a few among dozens of questions it rears. The implication behind how it ended lies in Zim’s creation that slayed Tallest Miyuki. Interestingly, the Empire never received the memo of what exactly went down, or, perhaps, stubbornly denied the account of the other scientists who were there that day. Neither Red/Purple nor the Judgmentia Brains had any idea that Zim’s actions led to the death of a Tallest. So, makes sense that the Vortians became the unintentional scapegoat (no pun intended) for the incident, and the rest is history.

Note: It’s also in the realm of possibility that Vort was actually the one to withdraw from the alliance instead, given that the same blob that devoured Miyuki (purely the fault of their Irken transfer) also went on to cause untold amounts of devastation. Red’s reaction to the real story stuck out to me as more telling, although.

But why am I even talking about this? Zim was decades old before war was declared on them, and either people’s regard to each other seemed strangely… respectful, if anything.

But, was Vort really a monolithic bunch? Irk was already an empire by this point, and diplomacy with those they needed something from did not mean they weren’t otherwise an aggressive force in the universe. For all we know, the alliance itself might have been coerced, or result of depraved leadership among the Vortians. Any citizen with a conscience who could see the writing on the walls would be disgusted by giving so much aid and brown nosing to such a menace, no? I know who would have seen that writing before anyone else. Brainiacs who are smart enough to build something like The Massive and all its bells and whistles would know better than anyone just what it was all capable of in the wrong hands. The collateral damage against your own people might be a sacrifice worth making in the face of the alternative.

- The Oppurtunity

So.. that’s all well and good, yeah? A why, and a what, yet this is actually the tricky part of saving the galaxy,

Sneaking your StupidifyIrk.exe file onto the assholes’ homeworld without alerting either them or your own treacherous, weak, collaborator superiors to your actions. Infecting and releasing a random Irken alive would be far too dangerous, far too noticeable to the point where they could just be destroyed outright before given a chance to wreak real havoc.

But what about releasing a dead Irken? 🤔

PAKs are only screened for criminal flaws when errors begin to affect their body’s behaviors in destructive ways. A fully competent scientist, or soldier, or navigator performing a lifetime of loyal service to the empire and then meeting an unfortunate end? Their minds’ shadows can be accepted back into the data pool no questions asked. That’s only business as usual.

That almost makes new smeets something of a reincarnation of their ancestors. Personally, I see it kind of like replaying a video game and re-rolling your stats, even if you’re reusing your character’s name and general play style.

Either way, we come full circle to my theory about Zim’s actual origin. Maybe not “our” Zim, but the previous iteration of data that was shuffled to create his person. Whoever they were, I’m convinced that they were also an exceptional individual. They were probably pretty arrogant, but it was a more earned confidence, and they were a prodigy genius, the likes of which that was drawn to work alongside Vortian allies, as another researcher. Then, an untimely demise befell them. I couldn’t say they fell victim to some unfortunate accident, considering the cockroach durability of their body. No, I find it a lot easier to imagine they met their end in one of the more embarrassing ways for an Irken to die- A PAK stolen, disabled or forcefully detached by an assailant they might have allowed a little closer than they should have. To the homeworld, it’s a small matter. One more PAK recovered by the natives of the friendly planet, brought back home to be repurposed by the smeeteries, right?

Well, that’s what one smartass might have been hoping for.

And they really were a clever cookie, because that scheming seed is fruiting beautifully.

#invader zim #iz #vortian #irkens #invader zim headcanon #iz headcanons #planet Vort #scarlet talks about things #sci fi #long post #absolute ramblings i mean holy crap #longass post

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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Dabihawks x winged leader??? 🫣 I’m thinking if she hides the wing clippers long enough and got out? I know that’s not much to go on and but no means do you have to do it if it’s not enough 🤗

Guardian Angel

Nah you good homie. I’ve got this! Thanks for the idea!

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, abuse, quirk abuse, isolation, reader punished, mentions of burning, mentions of spanking, mentions of cutting, kidnapping, dismemberment, death, revenge fic

Note: Reader’s quirk in this is just like Keigo’s but your wings are even tougher than his.

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So, the game is on. Dabi and Hawks will be hunting for the clippers until they realize you hid them. Then, it’s basically good cop/bad cop. You see, these aren’t just regular clippers we’re talking about. Your feathers are special, extremely resistant to normal clippers. They appear feather-like, but the molecular structure of them makes it so that they can’t be easily cut. It’s like trying to cut through a diamond with a regular pair of clippers. No, they need state of the art clippers especially designed for you, and it takes a long, long while to craft those special clippers.

Now, you think it would be Keigo being the good guy and Dabi being the bad guy, right? Wrong. Dabi’s the one you’d rather have to deal with because Keigo is fucking insane. The most harm Dabi would do to you is brand you with his flaming palm. However, Keigo’s a real meanie. He’s cutting you with his feathers until you start talking.

You manage to stay silent long enough, making them grow more anxious by the day as they see your feathers fanning out to their full extent. They can’t get the clippers crafted in time because the store has to order special grade materials that they just don’t have on hand at the moment.

So, even more time passes, and you take the scoldings, the beatings, the verbal abuse. You take it with grace because you have a flicker of hope to hold onto now.

Chains do nothing, you just cut right through them. Locking you in your bedroom is of no help. You just use your feathers to pick the lock on the door or shred the door in half. (They always look so dumbfounded when you just walk out of your room like they didn’t try to lock you in there).

You don’t let them bully you around anymore now that you have your quirk back at full strength. Dabi tries to brand you? You cut that bitch’s arms up. Hawks tries to bend you over his knee for a paddling with his feather or cut you like meat? You threaten to slash his achilles tendons with your feathers.

Now that you’re back to normal, you simply…dismember them? You cut them apart brutally for everything they’ve done to you. Every stab with your feather is ingrained with the memory of them kidnapping you, hurting you, mistreating you in such vile ways.

Covered in blood, you fly out of their apartment feeling weightless and free. Death to your tormentors, death to them all. You become an angel of vengeance, a vigilante stalking those who domestically harm their partners and kids so that you can “take out the trash”. This is your new life as the Guardian Angel.

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kuroshika · 1 year

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"achilles lamenting the death of patroclus. whenever he is mentioned in the iliad, patroclus seems to be defined by his empathy."

"he became achilles on the field of war, died for him wearing his armor."

"he did. achilles wished all greeks would die, so that he and patroclus could conquer troy alone. it took divine intervention to bring them down."

@rudehannigram thank you for encouraging my meta hyperfixation.

this scene is... this scene!! the art, the moment after when will is processing what hannibal means, the parallels... the absolutely breathtaking image this scene represents.

first, hannibal's first sentence. "achilles lamenting the death of patroclus. whenever he is mentioned in the iliad, patroclus seems to be defined by his empathy." so it's just hannibal explaining what he's drawing. why add that second part? he's looking for a way to draw will into the story. by comparing (in a very clever, very subtle way) their empathies, will has no issue seeing himself in patroclus's place — which leads to his reply.

"he became achilles on the field of war, died for him wearing his armor." this is true. he wore achilles's armor into the battlefield, took his place, just to keep him from doing so. i perceive it as a parallel to will becoming (or sinking into) killer's and copying their mindsets to relive a crime. achilles lost patroclus to this, and hannibal is losing will (and, arguably, will is losing himself too) to the same thing. hannibal is inevitably waiting for will to lose himself in someone else's mind (and !! shocker shocker, it's hannibal's !!) and no longer recognize him, and have will unable to recognize himself.

"he did. achilles wished all greeks would die, so that he and patroclus could conquer troy alone. it took divine intervention to bring them down." this is hannibal's response. he agrees with will's assertion, and seeks to indulge will further. this is where will's own words come into play. "you don't want me to have anything in my life that isn't you." hannibal guides will through his becoming, and as will follows and embraces it, people begin to notice. alana shies away. zeller and price, though already on edge around him from the beginning, are a little more withdrawn. only katz tries to see what's going on, and in result, she's killed by hannibal. he wants will to find his becoming with no one but himself. he's an unstoppable force, and will is an unmovable object. and maybe it's my religious trauma, but when he says "it took divine intervention to bring them down," it felt like such a foreshadowing moment to his and will's own presumed deaths. hannibal constantly refers to will, both outright and in allusion to it, as god. he is hannibal's god, who hannibal worships, a man with the gift even greater than those of the great oracles. and will is the one to push the two of them off the cliff, making their death, in hannibal's eyes, nothing less than divine intervention.

and the moment after, as will processes what hannibal is leading him to is their conclusion, it shuts their conversation down there. there's nothing else to add, and will seems to resign himself to the fact. hannibal has told him their story and will has assigned their characters — hannibal as achilles, will as patroclus, the two star-crossed lovers whose story ends in mutual doom.

#cat please be my mutual #youre my favorite follower rn #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannibal parallels #hannibal meta #hannibal analysis #hannigram #murder husbands #hannibal x will #patroclus #achilles #patrochilles #kuroshika.txt

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beepeircings · 6 months

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Super silly secret life pearl design <3

+ some messy doodles below [ mounders ]

Rbs are super appreciated !

#achilles art moment #trafficblr #traffic smp #traffic series #pearlescentmoon #pearlesentmoon fanart #secret life pearl #secret life #peal <33 #digital fanart #digital art #my art

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minzis · 5 months

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My Achilles Heel

Art Credits: angelsandskullz

ꨄ︎༻Simon Riley One-Shot༺ꨄ︎

✦❘༻Summary: After another mission of ignoring protocol and barely making it out of alive Simon is far from angry.

✦❘༻Tags: sfw, hurt/comfort, 1.7k words.

✦❘༻Author’s Note: For one sorry this took so long I’ve been a bit busy lately and I was orginally working on a different Ghost fic but I wasn’t liking it wether that will be posted idk but if it does you’ll see it. For those who like listening to music I listened to ‘Poison Tree’ by Grouper while writing it :3

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The expected slam of the door never came as he shut it behind you both. “Y/n…” he said your name in a tone he hadn’t used before, he always used your call sign or kid. He sat down in the chair at his desk. He looked more exhausted than usually. “Are you mad?” a stupid question after the stunt you pulled on the last mission.

“I’m not mad just disappointed,” something about it coming from him hurt more than anything. It felt like whiplash, air stolen from your lungs. It meant more when he said it, hurt more cause he was the one who said it. Wide scared eyes that watered as you stood stiff in front of his desk.

You weren’t going to cry, you are not going to cry. Not in-front of him. A harsh eerie silence filled the room his eyes focused on you unwavering. You always had something to say but this time you weren’t, you were silent. You sniffled softly trying to keep it quiet as possible.

But he heard it you knew he did, his eyes softened a bit when he realized you were practically already crying. He’s said many things to you and for the very first time he had made you cry.

“Can’t you just be mad?” you said in a small voice like a child crying to her father, soothing coos you never heard. It’d be easier if he was angry maybe then it wouldn’t be so hard, so hurtful. The pain in your voice seemed to surprise him, you’ve always taken his criticism with no issues.

To say you and Ghost were close would be an overstatement if he had to admit anything. He’d say you were a leech or some lost puppy that always followed him around. You’d have to pry the thoughts out his cold dead body if you wanted to truth.

“Kid almost got yourself killed, you-,” he cut himself off a deep sigh coming from him pinching at the bridge of his nose. You wanted to speak but no words seem to form a good enough excuse.

‘You were going to get hurt’

‘You needed help’

What were you wanting to say, sorry? You weren’t you’d probably do it again. You have though on more then one occasion. Reckless decisions assuming you knew better despite any consequences.

“You got lucky and you won’t get so lucky again,” he huffed out.

“I was saving you,” you trailed the whisper hardly meeting his ears. His eyes shot up to yours a look of fury in them, this time he sure as hell looked angry.

“I do not need you to save me and I sure as hell don’t need you risking your life for me,” his voice raised as he stood upright his hands slamming against the desk. The man who stood by you in every moment you were alone, the man who was there for every tear, laugh and award. The person who said you were going to be okay the first time you got injured on the field.

You never talked about your family and maybe it was easier to forget than think of them. It was only understandable that you’d look up to him like a safe heaven. Ghost doesn’t have nor ever wanted any kids, not like he believes he could be a good father. The man could hardly keep himself on two feet, he seen the signs maybe it’s why he tried to push you away in anyway he knew how.

“You’d be fucking dead if it wasn’t for me,” your defense seemed useless against his wrath as he rounded his desk stopping in-front of you. You were ready to retort but his trembling hands clung to the sides of your shoulders. It felt desperate just like the terror and adamance in his eyes.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should,” he was yelling. He never yelled at you like that before, with purpose laced in a hurtful anger. He couldn’t understand why you would risk your life for his and you couldn’t understand why he thought his life wasn’t worth saving.

His hand fingers clung at your arms shaking at you for some realization at how stupid what you did was. “I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself if you had died back there,” he was never angry he was afraid, the few moments where he thought you were dead was the most pain and fear he had ever felt.

He was breathing but it was to much air yet too little, the few minutes felt liked pain staking hours. He didn’t want to look, he didn’t want to find your lifeless body in the rubbles. It made him want to throw up, the fact you survived and hadn’t been torn to shreds was a damn near miracle.

The team was in a frenzy trying to find you within what was left of the building. But there he was frozen in fear, a terrifying stillness he hadn’t felt since the day he lost his family. They talked and talked, loud footsteps shuffling through the place. Yet he hadn’t heard a single thing. His brain deciding not allowing him to hear was the next best thing.

All he could hear was ringing even a mask wasn’t going to hide the seeping emotions from him. He was cracking, breaking as each second past. He wondered what he had said to you last, he couldn’t recall. Was it kind words? Words that you deserved to hear?

And so he began praying, he had never asked for a single thing in his life. He never dared to but if a pray had even the smallest chance of saving you it’s what he would do. If you asked for the stars he’d give you the fucking galaxy. It’s all he wanted to hear the stupid whines he swore he hated, your complains and praise anything, just anything.

He’d say sorry, apologize for being so stupid for not letting you in. He’d say how much he needed you around what made black and white be painted in vibrant colors. If you just came back alive in once piece, he’d be there and he would stay.

Price had been the one to find you, alive and thankfully only with minor injuries. When he heard your voice it was like he could breath again, the air finally filling his lungs properly. His heart no longer beating at its confinements of child-like fear.

It was around then he realized how much he truly cared and it terrified him. He had faced many horrid things in life yet facing the possibility he could one day lose you seemed to be the hardest one. He had something to come home too. A comforting face that was happy to see him. You were waiting for him, wishing him well, wanting him to be happy.

Something that made it all worth while, something he had to lose.

He couldn’t protect you from every force in the world and he knew that but he’d be damned if he didn’t try. If he was going to care he was going to do it right, no cutting corners half assing the shit. In all honesty he didn’t fully understand what he felt he just knew he couldn’t move on if it meant doing it without you.

His love was unseemly, harsh but yours? Your love was beautiful, graceful as the sun dawning on a Sunday morning. A gentle love that picked up his inner child with laughs and smiles that told him he was going to be okay. The child in you healed his own finding the beauty in all the parts of him he thought were hideous. You were what made him want to live not just survive.

His arms wrapped around you in a tightening hug yet he had never felt more exposed. For the first time in the long time you’ve know Ghost it was like you were seeing him for the first time, you were seeing Simon. Ghost wasn’t the one hugging at you so desperately, Simon was.

You could feel the tremors as he held onto you like you’d up and disappeared. You froze for a moment unable to work through the millions of thoughts and emotions. A guilt washed over you, the feeling of his broken form cluttering yours and all you could mutter was, “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head in silence, your arms wrapped around him it was a comforting hug one that felt like home after a long trip. One that you both needed even if neither of you had a home to come too you’d find one together. His thoughts shouted at him as if your presence wasn’t something he deserved but he had no intentions of letting you go. He’d just keep you close enough to protect you.

“Does this mean I get to call you Dad now?”

“No,” he groaned seemingly annoyed but you knew he was smiling even if you couldn’t see it. You snorted a bit the happiness dying as fast as it had risen.

“You can’t leave now okay?” You spoke quietly louder than the little girl in you who still craved the absence left by a family you begged for love. Love you never had to ask him for. There was a lot you looked up to him for, “as long as you stop doing stupid shit.”

“I wouldn’t say it was that stupid.”

“It was.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“I will put you on cleaning duty.”

“Fine,” you folded your arms sighing dramatically expecting another remark but he only laughed stepping back. Your eyes softened at the sound of it. It sounded like home with a warming welcome, yeah this is home.

#minzis suga #cod x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #hurt/comfort

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wolfythewitch · 1 year

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Maybe I'm having a big dumb moment, but have you done Achilles fan art?

Yeah! I've got a few lying around

#wolfy tedtalks #anon

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laur-rants · 1 year

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What would you do, to reclaim someone you loved and lost?

Timelost: A Narec and Achilles-17 D2 Story

This year, I participated in the D2 Valentines 2023 Art Event with my buddy @tenrouken. Together, we tell a small story of love and loss: What if one of our characters died? What would they do to bring the other back? How far would they go? Well, it turns out Narec is willing to pull an Osiris and bend the very nature of time to bring his love, Achilles-17, back from the dead. One can only imagine the consequences, but also, in the moment, there is only the feeling of reclamation. Since this was a collaborative effort, here is what Ten and I both worked on: Myself: I worked on the character models, coloring, the two ‘past’ panels, the story, and the comic layout and flow. Achilles-17 is my OC Ten: Worked on the story, the lettering, the background lines and colors, the special effects, the sundial handheld object. Narec is her Krill sunsinger OC. For @d2artevents! Thank you for letting us collaborate to bring this story to life!

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Why didn't Su She just grab JGY and teleport out of the temple? Was his cultivation level really low? Did he need a recharge??

it's funny you should send me this ask, anon, since it does form the basic premise of a fic I am working on (kind of).

sms's cultivation level and martial arts skills are quite good! before uncovering his identity as the mystery swordsman responsible for absconding with xue yang's body and, presumably, the stygian tiger tally, wwx is impressed by his techniques and capabilities. during the second siege of the burial mounds, sms is the one who leads his moling su disciples in performing the altered song of vanquishing to seal the spiritual energies of everyone else present at the siege--and, once he is found out, he makes use of a teleportation talisman to escape (abandoning his own disciples in the process after tricking them--not a good look, minshan). he's using these talents towards a terrible purpose in this moment, of course, but this speaks to someone who does have a strong cultivation base; his own guqin isn't named in the text, but it is described as a first class spiritual tool comparable to lan wangji's. just because he isn't lan wangji, lan xichen or nie mingjue doesn't mean he isn't a strong cultivator! he's just not a cultivation prodigy.

(though, as an aside, it takes a different kind of gumption and courage to go from being exiled from your sect and branded a coward, to establishing your own sect in mdzs's jianghu.)

so, bearing in mind that he did just exert a considerable amount of that energy during the second burial mounds siege, I do think he was 'running low,' as it were, and didn't have much left in the tank. that said, I do think it's possible that minshan could have made use of a teleportation talisman for both himself and jgy, just because of how much spiritual power he pours into nanping [edit: not nanping!! i forgot that lwj already shattered nanping earlier in the confrontation. so this is a different sword, but i think my point still stands] in his final attack on nmj moments before his death. I am glad that this moment was included in the donghua and very sad it was changed in cql:

(highlighting that short paragraph up top just to indicate the short-sightedness of huaisang's revenge vision quest here. nmj's fierce corpse is a danger to everyone in this confrontation, not just jgy; moments earlier, he'd not only lunged towards both jin ling and jiang cheng, but even towards lan xichen and huaisang himself.)

I love this paragraph; I love that in this moment, minshan's martial prowess and his strong cultivation base get to shine, because he is a character who has gone through the entire novel belittled and mocked and denigrated by everyone around him because of his cowardice, his inconsistent control over his spiritual abilities, and his decades-long grudge against the gusu lan (and lan wangji specifically). all of that remains true, and in this moment, he is incandescent and capable and putting every scrap of remaining power that he has into this attempt to strike down nmj and protect jgy. it's beautifully and vividly written and demonstrates just how unwavering his devotion is to the only person in the text to consistently treat him with respect and dignity.

that said--

the moment of his death unfortunately encapsulates his achilles' heel, both as a character and as a cultivator, imo. minshan's problem isn't that he has a weak spiritual core and weak martial arts: it's that he is impulsive and prone to extremely poor judgment in the heat of the moment (case in point: he curses jin zixun for the unforgivable crime of... wounding his pride. I mean, I too think jzn is a cunt, but like, come on minshan). he pours so much dazzling spiritual power into his sword that it shatters, rendering him defenceless in the face of nmj's attack.

imo this is a pivotal moment in the final confrontation in the guanyin temple where both sms and jgy could have escaped exactly as you suggest, anon. if sms has enough spiritual power remaining to accidentally shatter his sword, he probably has enough spiritual power to activate a teleportation talisman (either while nmj is still staring at the empty coffin or after forcing him back with that initial sword thrust) and escape through it with jgy in tow. but he didn't, because that isn't the judgment call he made in the moment.

#asks answered #mdzs meta #su she #su minshan #jin guangyao #emotional support henchman #this is the farthest thing from sms hate please do not interpret it as such #like come on look at my username look at my blog in this house we stan minshan #but my guy has a short fuse and makes bad choices #and this bad choice got him killed

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What’s your favorite piece of art? One you’d travel to see or experience?

Oooh man what a tough question. I really love art and I go to museums and galleries as often as I can but the moment this question hit my inbox I drew a massive blank LOL there are several artists and artworks that I love and that I've either already travelled to see or would gladly do so. But like, if you're asking about my TOP favourites, those that I would literally CRY or something if I ever saw up close, then I would have to be boring and predictable and answer that it's something Patrochilles related haha. And of course I can't just choose one, so you're getting a small selection 😊

Achilles bids farewell to Briseis, Roman Fresco

You'd better trust and believe I'd travel to Naples just so I could see this fresco irl 😭🙏 This Patroclus lives in my brain rent free

The Ambassadors of Agamemnon in the tent of Achilles, Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres

Another huge favourite (I hope Tumblr doesn't flag me for this LOL). I love how soft and sensual the forms and lines are here, also look how cunty my boy Patroclus looks in this, absolutely love that for him 🙏

Patrocle, Jacques-Louis David

I really have no words for this one, I've spent hours looking at it 🥹

The Education of Achilles, James Barry

I always really love art of Achilles in his younger years, and there are several paintings of him with Chiron but this has to be my favourite. A lot of the other paintings show Chiron teaching Achilles how to fight, but I love how the lyre is at the center of this one.

Achilles and the Body of Patroclus, Nikolai Ge

Another scene beloved by painters-- there are many renditions of Achilles lamenting the death of Patroclus but I really love how quiet and intimate this one is.

Achilles Binding Patroclus' Wounds, Sosias Painter

No post about fave patchilles art could ever be complete without this one. Every single detail on this makes me insane (from beardless twink Achilles to bearded twunk Patroclus, the details on the armour, the dicks out, the slutty skirts, INSANE I tell you), I could go on about it forever but this is already getting long so I think I'll cap it here LOL

#patrochilles #the iliad #homer's iliad #i'm sorry I can't be normal even about the most innocent of questions #'hey jo what's your favourite--' YO did someone say patrochilles?? cause that's what i'll make this all about #anyway. thanks for listening 🙇‍♀️

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Barista preferita: Secondo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You held a special place in Secondo's heart, or at least that's what he used to tell you. As a bartender, you had become familiar with his visits to the bar, and he was undoubtedly one of the most frequent customers. On this particular day, he approached you with an unusual request: he asked if you would be willing to join him in his hotel room later for a movie night.

Words: 5.869

Warnings: Smut +18 (fingering; voyeurism; oral sex: m-f/f-m; unprotected sex) | Italian swearing | Swearing

Inspired by the request of @ghou1srus for the Sleepy Dialogue: "I didn't know you were such a cuddler", as Tumblr didn't let me post it as a prompt.

You had always dreamt of landing your dream job, envisioning yourself working in a prestigious company with a brilliant and supportive boss. But as fate would have it, you ended up in a totally different place, a bar, serving the most distinguished people. Most of the clientele were delightful, but, as with any job, there was one particular client who proved to be a challenge.

His name was Secondo, a regular client at the bar. At first glance, he appeared to be a distinguished gentleman, always dressed in well-tailored suits and speaking with eloquence. However, it didn't take long for you to realize that he had a penchant for causing trouble. He was demanding and often condescending, always trying to get your attention and expecting some kind of VIP service. He would start to speak in Italian, especially after a few drinks. But, at least, he would often left leaving a great tip, no matter how well you served him.

From day one, you noticed something peculiar about Secondo. It wasn't that he was a terrible person or a horrible client; on the contrary, he seemed charming, polite, and competent. But soon, you realized his Achilles' heel – Secondo was a womanizer. He seemed to take pleasure in making your work more challenging, after some drinks, he would be flirting with random women at the bar, and with you, especially with you.

One particularly busy night, Secondo's behavior reached its peak. He had clearly overindulged in alcohol, becoming loud and you knew you had to intervene. You approached him calmly but firmly, asking him to lower his voice. Surprisingly, his demeanor shifted, and he became apologetic, recognizing his inappropriate behavior.

The days turned into weeks, Secondo transformed into a different client; he stopped flirting with the women at the bar, most part of the time he wouldn't even drink, he'd just sit on the bar stool close to the counter and talk to you almost the whole night.

As the weeks went by, you found yourself engaging in more conversations with Secondo during quieter moments at the bar. You discovered that he was a musician, a singer. His passion for music and art became evident, and it was clear that he was more complex than his troublesome facade. In time, you established an unexpected friendship with Secondo. He confided in you about his struggles, and you listened with empathy and without judgment. Your genuine interest in him as a person made a significant impact on his life, he even started to call you as his "barista preferita".

You had to admit that you started to look forward to his visits. You knew exactly what time he would arrive; he was never late to spend the night with you. Also, you two would exchange looks almost all the time, and smile at each other too. As you both settled into each other's company, you noticed a warmth growing in your heart. It was a feeling you couldn't quite explain.

One evening, as the bar started to wind down, Secondo stayed a little longer than usual, sipping an alcoholic drink after long months without drinking. Although you were nervous in what it could lead to, you were trusting him to behave.

"Barista preferita," Secondo said softly, calling for you.

"Oh! Just a minute, sir!" You smiled, looking at him while you were serving another client at the counter of the bar. "I'll talk to you in a second."

You heard him grunting, "no rush." His voice was sharp, in a low tone.

Once you finished helping the other customer, you made your way to Secondo's stool, wearing a warm and friendly smile.

"Apologies for the wait," you said.

"Nothing to worry about," he replied, his tone softer now. "I just wanted to spend a little more time talking with mia barista preferita."

A blush crept up your cheeks, and you chuckled. "Well, I'm honored to be your favorite," you replied. "What can I get you, sir?"

"Will you ever stop calling me as 'sir'?" he asked, looking into your eyes. "You know my name, you can use it."

"I know, I think is just how I'm used to call the clients."

"Do you want to hurt my feelings?" He rested his hand on his chest. "Am I just another client for you? You know you have a special place inside of my heart."

You were taken aback by the serious tone in his voice. "Oh, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Secondo," you said sincerely. "You're definitely not just another client to me."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

"You're right," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I should call you by your name. It's just that I've always been taught to address customers respectfully, and 'sir' felt like a safe choice. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll be more than happy to use your name."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Secondo's lips, and his eyes softened. "Grazie," he said appreciatively. "It's nice to know that you see me as more than just a customer."

"You're much more than that," you said sincerely.

His smile grew wider, and he reached across the counter to give your hand a gentle squeeze. "Mio sole, always brighten up my night."

The warmth of his words made your heart flutter. "Thank you," you said softly, feeling a bit shy now. "I appreciate your kind words. Anyway, what can I get for you, Secondo?"

"Anytime," he replied, his gaze never leaving yours. "About my order, I want something simple, mio sole," he paused, looking at you from head to toe. "Would you like to join me after work to watch a movie with me?"

"I'd love to," you replied, your smile growing wider. "But, si- Secondo, I don't think there will be any cinema open."

"Oh don't worry," he took the last sip of his drink. "We can go to my hotel room and watch one, what do you think?"

"Your hotel room?" you asked nervously. "I- I mean... I guess it's fine? I mean, are you sure? We can do it tomorrow, in the afternoon."

He shook his head. "Please, I insist. Tonight, stay with me. It'll be just a movie."

"Well, if it will be just a movie, I guess it's fine then."

Secondo grinned, his eyes lighting up with delight. "Fantastic! It's a date then. Now lend me a pen!"

You automatically blushed as you heard him calling it a "date." With a trembling hand, you gave him your pen, watching him write something down on a napkin and folding it right after.

"Here," he gave you the napkin. "This is the address of the hotel, and the number of my room. I'll be waiting for you there."

You nodded as you watched him get up from the stool.

"I'm going to comeback to the hotel now," he said, taking his suit jacket from the back of the stool, dressing it.

"Ok, Sir," you replied, seeing him arching an eyebrow. "I mean, Secondo." You corrected yourself, seeing a smile of satisfaction on his lips.

With a mischievous smile on his lips, he gave you a final look before making his way to the exit door. As you watched him leave, a shy feeling washed over you. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. Shaking your head, you decided to check the napkin he gave you.

Opening the napkin, you read the name and address of his hotel, with the number of his room written neatly at the end. Surprisingly, it wasn't too far from where you were, and you realized you could go there by foot.

Tonight was going to be different, spending time with Secondo outside of the bar, in a more personal setting. You couldn't deny that you were looking forward to it, despite your initial reservations. It was unexpected, this invitation caught you off guard, as your interactions with Secondo had always been strictly reserved for the time he would stay inside of the bar. The thought crossed your mind that perhaps there was more to this invitation than an innocent movie night. You had to admit to yourself that you had already considered the possibility of something more with your client.

As the night fell, you finished your shift at the bar, eager to head to Secondo's hotel, following the address written on the napkin. The city lights illuminated the streets, and the cool evening air brushed against your skin.Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked towards his hotel. The mischievous smile he had given you before leaving the bar lingered in your mind. This was uncharted territory for you, and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

Arriving at the hotel, you took a moment to compose yourself before entering. The lobby was elegant and sophisticated, but your nerves overshadowed all of it. You approached the reception, and with a timid smile, you inquired about Secondo's room number. The receptionist gave you a warm smile, directing you to the elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, you walked down the corridor, searching for the right room number. With each step towards his door, your anticipation grew. You wondered what he had in mind for the night. However, now was too late, you were already in front of his door. You knocked on the door, and after a brief moment, Secondo opened it, looking dashing as ever in his tailored suit.

"Buona sera, cara," he said, his smile warm and inviting.

"Thank you for inviting me, Secondo." You gave him a bright smile, trying to hide how nervous you were.

"Thank you for coming."

Without hesitation, he stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter. The room was elegant, with a cozy ambiance that made you feel at ease. There was a small table set up with snacks and drinks, hinting at a movie night indeed. As you heard him closing the door, you felt a shiver running down your spine.

"Benvenuti nella mia modesta dimora," Secondo said with a playful flair, gesturing towards his cozy space. "Make yourself comfortable." He walked towards you, stopping behind you, and resting a warm hand on your shoulder.

His touch on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to freeze in place. "W-Which movie a-are we going to watch?" you stammered, trying to compose yourself as his hand moved from your shoulder to your arm, gently caressing it.

"It's 'The Devil's Advocate,'" he replied, pulling back his hand and walking toward the bed. "Have you ever watched it?" he asked, turning to look at you.

"No, I haven't," you replied, trying to hide the fact that you had actually watched the movie before. "I've heard good things about it though."

Secondo grinned, seemingly pleased with your response. "Eccellente! I think you'll enjoy it."

"Where are we going to watch it?" you inquired.

"Here, on the bed," he answered casually, gesturing towards the comfortable space nearby.

As the words left his lips, a subtle warmth crept onto your cheeks. Your eyes followed his movements as he gracefully removed his jacket suit, unbuttoning his vests, and placing them on a nearby chair. You felt hypnotized as he loosened his tie around his neck. Your gaze drawn to him, captivated by his every move. The simple act of untying the knot felt strangely intimate. As the tie finally came undone, he placed it on the chair, turning to face you with a soft smile.

"But before we watch it, do you want to take a shower? I presume you came from work, you must be tired, tesoro," Secondo suggested, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"I-I... I don't have clothes to do it, sir," you hesitated, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"You don't need to worry," he reassured you with a warm smile, "you can use one of the bathrobes when you are done."

The idea of freshening up after a long day at work sounded tempting, and the thought of wearing a soft bathrobe, added a hint of extra comfort. With a nod and a shy smile, you accepted his offer.

As you headed to the bathroom, you closed the door behind you, taking a deep breath. Your thoughts started to run freely on your mind; what are you doing? You are in your client's hotel room, taking a shower on his bathroom, and you are going to wear one of his bathrobes? What about what you just saw? The way he removed each part of his clothes, felt so intimate.

You hook your head undressing, you let the clothes fall to the floor, feeling a sense of release. You decided that a hot shower was just what you needed to unwind and collect your thoughts. Stepping into the shower, you turned the faucet, and the hot water cascaded down, the warmth enveloped your tired body, easing the tension from your muscles.

With a deep breath, you turned off the shower, feeling a sense of calm washing over you. Wrapping yourself in a soft towel, you dried your body, getting one of the bathrobes hanged on the wall, dressing it.

When you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush bathrobe, you found Secondo waiting for you with a welcoming smile, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard. At this moment, only the bedside table lamps were turned on, casting a soft glow that illuminated the space with a dim.

"Feeling better now, mio sole?"

You nodded walking to the bed to join him. "Yes, Secondo. Thank you for letting me take a shower." You sat beside him on the bed leaving a small space between you two.

"Sono contento di averti aiutato a rilassarti, spero di poterti far rilassare ancora di più," he murmured, gazing at you. "Should we start our movie now?" With a playful tilt of his head, he looked at you upside down.

You nodded in agreement, grabbing the sheets, covering your legs. You both settled into a comfortable position, ready to continue the movie night that had already become so much more than just watching films.

As the movie played, you found yourself fully immersed in the plot, trying your best to act surprised or shocked at certain twists, even though you knew what was coming. Secondo seemed to be enjoying himself too, occasionally glancing over at you to gauge your reactions.

But after a long day, as the silence enveloped the room and the movie played softly on the TV, you couldn't help but feel your eyelids growing heavy. Seeking comfort, you instinctively leaned into Secondo, who seemed to notice your tiredness and adjusted his position to accommodate you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

As you opened your eyes, you found yourself in the embrace of Secondo's comforting arm. Blushing, you quickly sat up, pulling away from him.

"I'm sorry, Secondo," you mumbled, apologizing for your actions.

"It's alright, tesoro," he smiled warmly, reaching over to turn off the TV. "I didn't know you were such a cuddler," he teased.

"I guess I didn't either," you smiled shyly, glancing at him. "It's just that the movie was so cozy, and your arm… it felt nice."

"My arm felt nice?" He responded playfully.

You nodded, turning your gaze away slightly embarrassed. What were you saying at this point? Were you that tired?

"No," he said, gently holding your chin to turn your face towards him. "Look at me and answer my question, tesoro."

You met his gaze, captivated by his heterochromatic eyes. "Yes, Secondo. Your arm felt nice," you admitted.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Secondo's eyes as a playful smile formed on his lips. "Well, tesoro, I must say your confession is quite intriguing," he teased, the warmth of his voice sending a tingling sensation through your body.

"W- Why?" you stammered.

"Because," Secondo began, his voice soft and filled with amusement, "I've never had anyone find my arm so cozy during a movie before. It's quite the unique compliment."

"Well, I guess I have a talent for finding coziness in unexpected places," you replied, trying to match his playful tone.

Secondo chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "I suppose you do, tesoro," he said, his voice low and husky. "And I have to admit, I find your cuddling skills quite endearing."

"Endearing?" you repeated, the word making your heart skip a beat.

"Yes," he confirmed, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "There's something about you that makes me want... more."

"Mo-"

Before you could say something, his lips collapsed on yours. Your breath caught in surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss. His lips were soft and warm against yours, his hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around Secondo's neck, pulling him closer to you. His hands held you firmly yet tenderly, as if he never wanted to let you go. You felt his tongue brush lightly across your lips and you opened them for him, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. You tasted him, a tease that was both sweet and bitter at the same time. His tongue moved inside of your mouth, exploring every part of it. The kiss became more passionate as your own tongue began to move against his. Secondo broke the kiss and looked at you with a smile.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "You know, I've been wanting for this ever since I first saw you."

"Se-"

He kissed you again, this time harder. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue explored your mouth. You could feel yourself getting wetter as his kisses became more urgent. Secondo, reached for the knot in your bathrobe, untying it, slowly sliding his warm hand under the fabric of it holding your waist in a firm grip bringing you closer to him.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, looking at your eyes. Gently, his fingertips traced a delicate path from your waist to your thigh, resting it between your legs. Your body shuddered as he teased you with the tip of his finger, just brushing against your wetness. You purred, arching your back as he slid his fingers along your folds, slowly parting them, letting his thumb brush over your clit.

He leaned in, his lips tenderly brushed against your neck. You arched your neck slightly, giving him better access, and let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his warm lips left a trail of kisses on your skin. Your hands went for the back of his neck, scratching it with your nails.

"Secondo..." you gasped, your heart pounding with a mix of emotions. "We shouldn't be doing this."

He immediately pulled away, sitting on the bed. "Mi dispiace, mio sole," he said softly, a hint of regret in his voice. "You don't want it?" he inquired, concern evident in his eyes.

"No," you watched him start to get up, panic briefly flooding your thoughts. "Wait!" You reached for his arm, kneeling on the bed in front of him. "I do, but... we should be careful. I don't want things to get complicated."

"Why would they?" he asked, looking at you.

"I value our friendship, and you're my client, Secondo," you continued, "and I don't want anything to jeopardize it. But..." You hesitated, searching for the right words. "I can't deny the attraction I feel for you." You ran your fingers on his shoulder getting closer to him.

"But don't you think it's worth the risk?" he asked. "I can't deny the way I feel when I'm with you, and I believe there's something between us." He took a bold move, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.

"Y-Yes..." you replied breathlessly, your face inching closer to his, you ghosted your lips against his.

You both closed the distance between your lips, kissing tenderly. You felt his tongue slide into your mouth, and you returned it with your. Your hands ran up and down his back as your bodies pressed together. His hands grabbed your ass, pulling you closer to him. Your hands slid under his shirt, caressing his chest. He groaned against your lips, breaking the kiss.

"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need to fuck you."

"Oh, God!" you gasped by his words.

"Shhh... Don't bring God into this, instead, call for me, la mia piccola luce solare." He laughed, a deep rumble that sent chills through you.

"What did you say?" you asked.

"Call for me, my little sunshine." He repeated.

His hands reached for the belt on your bathrobe, untying it once again, letting it fall open. Slowly, he slid the sleeves from your arms, undressing you. He took a step back, looking at you. His eyes traced every single curve of your body as he moved his hands to his shirt, starting to unbutton it.

"I want to see all of you," he whispered. "Show me all of you."

Your hands went to your hair, combing through it slowly. Your hands then traveled down your neck, tracing your collarbone. He watched you intently, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. Your hands traveled further down, to your breasts, squeezing them gently. You heard him groan, while his hands reached for his pants, undoing them quickly.

"I want to watch you play with yourself." He grinned.

You sat on the bed, eyes locked with him. You slowly spread your legs, licking your fingers before going down with them between your legs. You began to rub your clit slowly, teasing it. You could feel how wet you were. You moaned softly, with your eyes never leaving his face, watching him watch you.

"Sei così bella," he whispered. "Davvero molto bella."

You looked down at him, biting your lips. He removed his shirt and pushed off his pants and boxers, letting them fall on the floor. You watched it bounce as he removed his underwear, his shaft was already hard. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. He leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes, arching your back. You grabbed his head with your other hand, holding it there as your fingers never left your clit. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue across your nipple.

He released your breast, trailing kissed down your stomach. He stopped when he got to your core, kissing it lightly, moving his way down. He looked up at you, grinning. He lowered his head, and he began to kiss your inner thighs, teasing you. You held your breath, wanting more than anything feel his mouth on you. But he wouldn't give it to you, instead, he ran his tongue over your flesh, making you gasp.

"Don't move, capisci?" he ordered, in a serious tone. "Let me taste you."

He moved away from your flesh, running his tongue up your slit, stopping just short of your clit. You wanted to grab his head and pull him into your wetness, but you were trying your best to not move. Instead, you let out a soft moan. He continues to tease you, moving his tongue around your core, tasting your juices. You could tell he was enjoying himself, but he wasn't going to give you what you wanted, not yet.

Moving back up, he kissed your clit, making you moaning loudly. You pushed your hips up to meed his tongue. He flicked his tongue over your clit, and you cried, closing your eyes. He moved his tongue faster, moving it up and down. He moaned as you did it, you could felt the vibration of it through your clit. He kept moving his tongue up and down, as his fingers moved to your entrance, sliding two fingers inside you, pounding you with them. He used his thumb to rub your clit, making you moan his name. Secondo moved his finger faster, sliding them in and out of you.

"You like this, tesoro? Does it feels good?"

"Y-Yes, S-Secondo... Is amazing, please don't stop." You moaned breathless.

You were close to cumming, your muscles were tightening around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of you. You whimpered, but he ignored you, moving his fingers close to your face. You opened your eyes, looking at him. He smiled, and he lowered his fingers to your lips. You wrapped your lips around them, sucking it hard.

He stood up, holding the back of your hand with his other hand, sitting you on the bed. You saw his hardness in front of your face. You grabbed it, stroking it, opening your mouth and he pushed it in. You wrapped your lips around his shaft, sucking him off. You heard him groaning as he grabbed your hair, pulling your head towards his length deep inside your mouth. You let out a surprise moan, sucking him hungrily. He let go of your hair, and he put his hands on your shoulders. He thrust his hips slowly, moving him in and out of your mouth.

You sucked him harder, moving your tongue along the shaft. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He picked up speed, moving his hips faster. He grabbed your hair again, forcing his length deeper into your mouth. You gagged slightly, but you didn't want him to stop. He continued with his movements, and you tried to relax your throat. He let go of your hair, and he pulled out of your mouth.

"Your mouth is amazing, cuore mio." He grinned at you, and he took hiss length in his hand, stroking it gently.

You looked up at him, panting and smiling. He laid you down on the bed, spreading your legs wide. He leaned down his body on top of yours, supporting himself with one of his hands on the mattress. You reached for his arm caressing from it to his face.

You held his face, lifting your head in his direction, giving him a slight peck on his lips. "Please, Secondo, fuck me," you whispered with your mouth closer to his.

Without think twice, he pushed his length inside you. You gasped, feeling him filling you up. He slid his member in and out of you slowly, letting you get use to it.

"Fuck! Secondo!", you reached for his arms, holding it firmly. "You are so big, feels so good." You moaned, loving how he filled you you up.

"Does it? Does it feels good in your tight pussy?" He grabbed your hips, thrusting it in and out of you.

You moaned, biting your lip, nodding with your head. "Ye-Ah! Fuck! It feels amazing, Secondo, it feels so good."

He picked up speed, thrusting his length inside of you harder, slamming him into you. You grid your hips against his, while he pumped you hard. You screamed, squeezing your walls around his hardness.

"Tesoro, cazzo! Don't clench around my cock, it makes you even tighter." He pulled out, panting. "Turn around." He commanded.

You turned around, getting on your knees and hands. He grabbed your hips, pulling you toward him. You could feel his hardness sliding between your slick folds, with the tip of it softly poking your clit.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, piccola diavoletta." He said guiding his length back inside you.

He thrust his shaft inside you, pounding you hard. You screamed, gripping the sheets underneath you, trying to keep yourself from falling down. You lowered your back, sticking up your ass in his direction, feeling him slapping your cheeks.

"Oh! Secondo, yes!," you moaned rolling back your eyes. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me!"

"You like this, don't you? You like to be fucked hard, you like to feel my cock on your tight pussy, sì?" He asked, making you moan.

"Yes! Yes, I love it! I love being fucked by you Secondo!" You cried, rolling your hips around his length.

"I know you do. You're such a good girl, aren't you, tesoro?" He moved his hand to your back, caressing it with his fingertips.

"Yes, I am! Please, fuck me harder!" You looked at him above your shoulder.

He slapped your ass, making you squeal, slamming his member inside you. You reached down, rubbing your clit, while he grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him, leaving you on your knees. He pulled out of you, and he aimed his length at your clit.

"Togli la tua mano." He whispered in your ear, holding your hand, removing it from between your legs.

You felt him rubbing the his member all over your clit, rubbing all your wetness all over it. He groaned, sliding it inside of you. You closed your eyes, biting your lip.

"You're so tight, so wet, so hot." He whispered, sliding himself in and out of you faster and faster.

He grabbed your breasts, squeezing it hard, and you could feel yourself dripping all over his shaft. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

"Sei così bella," he kissed your neck. "Sei mia." He slowed down, sliding his shaft inside you, pumping it slowly.

He slid it inside you, then pulled it out. He did it again, and again, causing you to moan, squeezing your walls around his hardness. He kept doing it, and you felt your legs trembling. You reached for the back of his neck, opening your eyes.

"Please... Don't do it, please just keep fucking me." You begged, seeing him turning his face to you looking inside of your eyes.

He pushed it deeper than before, filling your inside with all his hardness, hitting the right spot inside of you. You widen open your eyes, opening your mouth in a silent moan, watching a mischievous smile on his lips. He rested his hands on your waist, starting to move roughly inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. You felt him pump inside you, and you clenched your wall around his hardness, tighter than before, feeling him pulsating inside of you.

He leaned forward, kissing you passionately, pushing his tongue deep inside your mouth. Your body tingled, making him tightening his grip on your waist. You nibbled his lower lip, pulling it softly. Your hand reached for the back of his head, deepening the kiss. He moaned, pressing his member deeper inside you. You arched your back, feeling his hand reaching down, rubbing your clit.

He broke the kiss going to your neck with his lips, kissing it, sucking on your skin. You pushed your hips against him, wanting him to go deeper. He slipped it out of you, and laid you down on the bed facing him.

"I need to... to cum." You whispered, breathless, looking at him.

He let out a devilish laugh, grabbing your legs pulling them to his shoulders. He positioned himself between your legs, pushing his length inside of you, slowly.

He cupped your face, delicately stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I'm going to make you cum, tesoro. I'm going to make you cum all over my cock."

He started to move inside of you, hitting the right spot. His hand left your cheek, going down to your clit, rubbing with the same rhythm of his thrusts. He pumped his shaft inside you, making you scream. You threw your head back, biting your lip.

"Fuck! Secondo, I'm going to cum soon." You said breathing heavily.

"Merda! You're so tight!" He exclaimed, speeding up his pace.

You opened your mouth in a silent moan, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, cumming hard, shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. He slowed down, letting you to recover. Gently, Secondo touched your clit, rubbing it between his fingers. Your walls clenched around his hardness, wanting more.

He pulled out of you causing you to sigh. He took off your legs from his shoulders, getting up from the bed.

"Tesoro," he called for you in a sharp tone.

"Si...Sir..." you replied, looking at him in front of you.

"Kneel." He pointed to the space on the floor between him and the bed.

Even with your body trembling from the orgasm he have just gave you, you managed to find strength to get up from the bed and keel in front of him. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back.

"Open your mouth." He murmured.

You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue, looking at him. He placed his hardness in your tongue, sliding it through your tongue. You closed your mouth around him, sucking on it. He pushed it deeper in your mouth, holding your head. You chocked on his hardness as he moved it back and forth deep on your throat.

"Cazzo! I don't know what is tighter, your mouth or your pussy." He growled, pulling out his hardness from your mouth, quickly stroking it with his hand, resting the tip on your tongue. "I'm going to cum, tesoro, I- Oh!"

With a loud moan, he held the base of his length, spilling his hot seed all over your tongue. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth in your tongue. He removed his length from your mouth, and you closed it, swallowing his seed.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him smiling proudly. His hand went from your face, cupping your cheek, rubbing it gently with his fingertips.

"You're really a good girl, sì?" He reached for your hand, helping you to get up from the floor.

You nodded in agreement, feeling the warmth of his hands on your back as you rested your arms on his shoulders, while the other gently caressed your thigh. You couldn't resist the urge to lean in and give him a soft, tender peck on the lips. With a gentle yet firm grip, he lifted you off the ground, guiding you to lay down on the bed. He laid down beside you, grabbing the sheets, covering both of you.

He turned his body towards you, pulling you close. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.

"You were so good... So amazing" he murmured, brushing his lips on your forehead.

"Me!?" You turned your body to him, resting your arm on his waist. "You were the amazing one here!"

"Shhh... accept my compliment, sì?" He smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose. "Now I need to take a quick nap, before we keep going."

"What!?" You exclaimed, looking at him surprised.

"Oh, mia barista preferita, you really thought this would be the only round tonight?" He grinned at you. "I'd highly recommend you to do the same."

You blushed watching him closing his eyes. You closed the small gap between you to, pressing your body against his. You felt him wrapping his arms around you, tightly. Resting your forehead on his chest, you couldn't help but smile, you couldn't believe in what have just happened. It was better then you ever thought it would be.

And well, judging by the first round, maybe it would be a smart move to join him in a nap.

Grammar ⸻

(Mia) barista preferita - My favorite bartender Mio sole - My sun Grazie - Thank you Buona sera - Good evening Benvenuti nella mia modesta dimora - Welcome to my humble abode Eccellente - Excellent Tesoro - Treasure Sono contento di averti aiutato a rilassarti, spero di poterti far rilassare ancora di più - I'm glad I could help you to relax, hopefully I can make you relax even more Mi dispiace - I'm sorry La mia piccola luce solare - My little sunshine Sei così bella (...) Davvero molto bella - You're beautiful (...) Very beautiful Cuore mio - My heart Cazzo - Fuck Merda - Shit Togli la tua mano - Take off your hand Capisci? - Do you understand? Sei mia - You're mine (Piccola) Diavoletta - Little devil girl Sì - right/yes

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