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Faith

IN THIS CHAPTER THERE WILL BE NO INTERACTIONS BETWEEN MARCUS ACACIUS AND EMAN

(we need character development)

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

Summary:

Eman tackles the journey that will bring her to Rome, in the meantime she learns latin and faces her first challenges

Words: 2.2k

TW:

Historical inaccurancy

Violence

Three days

It has been now three days of walking through the desert, dune by dune, it was as if time never went by.

It seemed like wind and sand were trying to punish the romans for what they did to its population.

Their iron armors were burning under the sun and the sand scratched their equipments and skin.

On the other hand, the vanquished were used to that climate, it was quite endearing see them struggle, not enough to satisfy Eman's thirst for roman blood, but still, anything that was against them was appreciated.

Fortunately they didn't make them switch place in the queue, so Eman spent those three days learning as much Latin as she could.

The more Abrax taught her, the more she remembered fragments of what her father had told her about latin language.

They were now sat in the shade of a roman tent, trying to cool down and rest a bit, the sun was setting and the troups were resting for the night.

The soldiers would head into their tents while others, men, women and children were left outside to the harsh weather of the desert's night, if someone died, they left the corpse and just kept going.

They were not worthy of being called humans.

"and that's what accipite gratiam ab imperatore means"

Abrax's took her back to reality.

"so if I hear this I get grace and survive?"

"Yes"

Abrax had told her what happens in Rome to men.

Fight each other to death, like rats trapped killing each other to feed off one another to survive.

Diabolical.

Making men believe they could get greatness and freedom by killing their own brothers.

Divide them, cause if they're separated they're weaker.

She didn't know what a gladiator was before that moment nor she could've imagined it.

How cruel and inhuman could people be to enjoy seeing someone getting brutally killed?

The more she learned about the romans the more she didn't like them.

A population made of stupid, violent and vile individuals.

"Why do I need to survive if the next day I have to go back in that theater and kill someone again?"

Abrax looked at her surprised by her words, he took a few seconds for himself to think what he could answer.

"well, you can buy your own freedom"

"I never gave it to them"

He didn't know what to say anymore.

"those animals come and take what they want, they don't care about our freedom"

That was the only thing that came to his mind.

"calling them animals it's disrespectful to actual animals, an animal would never burn my family and city and steal my freedom".

The sun was now set and it had been for a little now, the air getting rapidly cold obliged them to get closer, trying to get as much heat from one another as possible.

All these men hugging each other in order to survive a day more to see if the next they'll have to risk their lives once again.

The night was quick to pass, the morning after arrived sooner than what she had hoped for.

When she was finally awake and standing up ready to start to walk again, she noticed a woman still on the ground, suddenly she realized, another woman died during the night.

How much death could she bear before killing herself, or better, killing every Roman she had in sight?

The soldiers freed the dead body from the chain and thrown her away as if she was garbage.

They started to walk following the direction they were led to when a voice broke the quietness of their marching.

"Oh! Quousque donec perveniamus?"

A soldier shouted.

Soon another ahead in the queue repeated the question and so on.

"what's going on?"

Asked Eman scared of what might that be.

"He asked when we arrive"

"to Rome?"

"Yes, at least I believe, but it's a long way from here to Rome, I think we'll have to cross the sea"

Eman had never been that distant from home and she had never imagined that it would've been under those circumstances, but here she was.

Not only she had to survive the desert, probably also the sea.

"Prope ad naves sumus!"

The answer in Latin was coming back from the people at the head of the queue.

"they said we're almost at the ships so I believe we'll have to cross the sea".

"May the gods protect us".

Almost an hour had passed since the question of the roman soldier, more or less had presumed Eman deciphering it from the position of the sun, the roman ships getting bigger and bigger as they approached them.

They kept walking until they were exactly in front of the ships, "biremes" they were called, or at least Abrax had told her so.

The romans pushed them against the ships in lines all facing the troups, for a moment Eman feared she had to fight again this time without weapons nor her armor.

The same man who had ordered to burn down the corpse of her people was standing in front of them near another soldier dressed up as the others.

"nunc te Romam conscendemus"

Said loud the commander.

"now we'll ship to Rome"

Translated the soldier on his side.

"Tuas res tollemus et plus tibi dabo vestes"

"we'll take your properties and clothes"

"et alias vestes dabimus vobis quas servabitis donec veniatis Rome et erit arbitrium quicumque emerit te"

"we'll give you new clothes and you'll keep them until you arrive at Rome, there your new owners will decide".

The nightmare was becoming reality.

Voices were heard from the soon to be slaves, all sort of conversation went on while Eman took her father's ring, her mother's necklace and her wedding ring and thought of a place to hide them.

"what are you doing?"

Said Abrax as he turned and found Eman gesturing under the male robe she had been wearing since she left her hometown.

"I'm hiding my most precious properties where they can't find them"

Abrax wasn't stupid, and understood what she was doing, in another situation he would've been embarrassed, and she would've never done something so audacious in front of a man that was not her husband, but those were times of survival, there was not space for shyness nor embarrassment.

She rapidly did what was needed, just in time to get pulled by the rope they were still chained to and led right in front of the entrance of the ship.

"if they say anything, don't speak, I'll translate, so they won't hear your voice"

She nodded to Abrax who handed her something she didn't see.

"put this is in your underwear" it was a few stripes of fabric wrapped together, she looked at him confused, trying to see the reason why.

"it's my daughter's eye of Rah, I wrapped it in fabric to keep it safe, they'll believe it to be your crotch, please keep it safe for me."

She didn't say a word, just held his and while a tear went down his face, with the other hand she did as she was told just in time for their turn.

First they made Abrax strip and then they asked her to do the same, she did so and hoped for the best to not be discovered.

She took off the robe and remained in her sandals, underwear and the fabric that was wrapped around her torso.

"quid est hoc?"

Said the Roman soldier who was with one arm holding her robe and with the other holding his gladio that he was using to point at her chest.

She looked at him blankly, not knowing what he was saying.

She comprehended now a bit, but not all of the words she heard.

"loquitur!"

Still she looked at him fearing that Abrax won't talk at all and leave her there.

"he doesn't speak the language"

Said Abrax in latin to the soldier while standing behind him.

The roman turned to him and spoke.

"why does he have fabric around his chest?"

"it's an old scar he has from a time he had leprosy, it's awful to look at and it hurts a bit, so he keeps it covered"

"that's disgusting! Is he really healed?"

"yes he is"

Eman didn't understand everything Abrax had said, but the soldier handed her the clothes, quite disgusted, but without harming her.

She wore her new robe, headed inside the ship, sat next to her friend and stayed silent, she didn't speak until they were all inside and the doors were closed.

"what did you tell him?"

She spoke the lowest she could, where she was now, not only she feared the romans, but also the other men who may have suspected she's not a man and may have bad intentions towards her.

"I told him that you cover and old leprosy scar"

"did he say something about it?"

"just that it's disgusting"

"good"

From that moment they didn't talk, they needed to rest and process the emotions they've experienced and all the things they had been through, that was, until late at night.

Eman felt something slimy on her thigh that woke her up from the sleepy state she was in, she looked over and saw the face of a man with his mouth wide open and tongue out on her thigh.

She instantly retracted her leg and the man started laughing and with two other that were at his side.

He tried to get closer to her but she kicked him in the chest, he fell backwards waking up the others in the ship.

He got up and kept laughing with his henchmen.

"Like we don't know what you are..."

Said the man rubbing his head after banging it against the wooden planks of the ship.

"What am I?"

She wouldn't normally instigate a fight, but this was a moment to assert her dominance and stop any belief of her being a man or not.

"cmoon...we all know your a woman, I even know what kind of women you are"

He stood, or at least he tried to in the tiny space they were ad moved towards her.

"have you ever see one? Cause they ain't look like me"

She said trying to kid him maintaining a stern expression.

"I have seen a lot of them and I know when I see one, aren't you Eman? Always wanted to get my hands on you"

He was a palm from her face when he tried to stroke her cheek, she threw his hand away.

"I don't know who you're talking about"

She kept her face still, as still as she could.

"I don't believe you and I think I'll get a taste of that"

He touched her shoulder and again she threw away his hand.

"don't touch me or I'll touch you, but you won't like it"

"Oh really?"

He had a disgusting grin on his face, his smugness made her want to vomit much more then the movement of the ship through the sea's waves.

He tried to touch her again and instantly she hit him on the nose with her forehead.

One headbutt on the nose.

Just one but firm and powerful.

He fell on the ground and his nose started to bleed.

He brought his hand to his nose and when he felt the red hot blood flowing, Eman could see the rage emerge on his face, he got up and went for her, so full of rage that the only thing she had to do was move to the side to send him straight with his head against the wall of the ship like a bull going for the red flag.

"this bitch"

He went for her again and this time she moved to the side again and hit him with her elbow, he fell on his knee and she took the opportunity to enlace her arm around his neck and choke him.

"you have anymore bullshit to say?"

Gasping for breath he murmured a weak "no"

"do you still believe I'm a woman" she choked him tighter

"no"

That no was just a gasp when she released his head on the ground with the rest of his body.

"that's what happens when someone bothers me".

She said that pointing to the man on the ground who was breathing heavily trying to sound as intimidating as she could and looking those men dead in the eyes.

She went back to her seat and saw Abrax eyeing her both intimidated and surprised by what happened, she looked at him ashamed for what she had done, but still she hoped he could understand.

What could she do?

"Mors tua vita mea" romans say, she will learn later on the meaning of this sentence, but she was starting to get it, in the world she's been thrown this is the law.

She closed her eyes to try gain some sleep, but as soon as her eyelids touched, tears started falling down her cheeks.

She stayed silent, not emitting a single noise, just tears falling making no difference in the moment if not for blowing off some tension.

"what am I becoming?"

She kept repeating this question to herself, it's possible that this was the moment she realized that to fight a monster you have to become one.

Aware of this new information, she cried her way to sleep.

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[italianraviolos]

HIIIIIIII!

I decided to upload to first chapter BUT

IN THIS CHAPTER THERE WILL BE NO INTERACTIONS BETWEEN MARCUS ACACIUS AND EMAN

(and they won't interact in the next two chapters, because we need character development)

Because Eman, that's her name, has to do a few things before meeting her man, for now that's what will happen, I was thinking about keep writing until she meets him, but I've reached 9.5k words, I feel like this needs to be a whole chapter itself.

Faith

Ch. 1

Summary:

Eman is an Egyptian woman who gets deported to Rome after the roman legions conquer her home, to avoid becoming a sex slave she dresses up as a man, ending up becoming a gladiator, there she'll meet Marcus Acacius for whom she'll have mixed feelings.

Words count:1.8k

TW:

historical inaccuracy

Violence

Blood

Sadness

(let me know if I missed something)

Eman.

Faith.

One name, one certainty.

One certainty that was abruptly stolen by her soul when the romans invaded her village.

It was a calm little town, Meidum was the name, alongside the Nile river, were children could play and life could prosper.

Nothing relevant ever happened there, life was slow, providing the reign what the city could offer, working, praying for prosperity and just living in peace with one another.

For centuries life had been that way, until the menace of the Roman's coming started to spread through the reign.

They had been warned a long time ago, men and women, even children at a certain point, were trained to fight against the foreign enemy.

But no one could expect this.

Blood everywhere, death, pain and no mercy nor respect for the vanquished.

There she was.

Holding in one arm the corpse of her child and in the other the dying body of her mother Marwa.

"Eman leave us here"

She couldn't speak, nor breath, nor anything apart from sobbing and panicking.

Everything was stolen from her within a few hours.

How could that be?

How could gods let that happen?

The gods she had been named after, she had prayed to protect her hometown, to protect her son.

He had been struck by a roman arrow while trying to flee the soldiers, he had been running to his grandmother who was hit by another soldier.

That was how she found them, hugged to one another, her child dead and her mother soon to join him.

"Eman!"

Last straws of energy of her mother trying to call her woke her up from that paralysis.

She caressed her cheek, looking in her eyes.

"Eman, leave us here, run away!"

"I can't leave you here"

She said through sobs and tears.

"they'll find you alive and us dead, you'll have a much worse destiny then us if you don't leave!"

Her mother's words ignited a new fear, as if that was even possible.

"please my daughter, leave us! Save yourself!"

She held them as tight as she could, to remember as vividly as possible their features and shapes.

"I miss you Femi I love you mom" she said through tears.

She kissed them both on the forehead and left them there.

The feeling of the loss of their weight in her arms gave her much more pain then any roman spear, blade or arrow could procure her.

She started running, trying to hide herself through the ruins of the town, but the more she made her way through, the more she heard the Romans getting closer.

What could she do?

She heard the stories of other women getting mistreated, violated and raped by those monsters.

Never could she let those demons get to her dignity, better dead by an animal then alive property of the romans.

She had to think fast, really fast.

By the voices she heard she knew they were about to find her, that they were all around the ruins she was hiding in.

What could she do?

She thought she could kill herself, but no, that was cowardice and she was no coward, she had to face her destiny and venge her beloved family.

In the rush of the moment, she thought that, whatever might happen, if they thought she was a man, she could live a little longer, and maybe try to escape.

She took a piece of a broken vase and used it to cut her hair as hastily as possible and a piece of fabric she found nearby, she quickly ripped it in stripes and wrapped it around her torso in case they made them strip her clothes off.

She found a male robe covered in dust just under a few wooden planks that had fallen from the ceiling.

She put it on just in time before a roman soldier entered the ruins of the what once was a home.

"Exi Nunc!"

She couldn't understand quite clearly, she knew a few words of Latin, but not enough to comprehend what the man in front of her was saying.

"Nunc!"

She looked like an animal caught stealing something, blocked and shocked in front of the soldier.

The man shouted something outside and soon another one arrived, they took her by the arms and dragged her outside.

She tried resist and escape them but one of the two hit her on the calf with his heel.

She fell down and they started laughing.

At that moment she felt a fire ignite in her.

She felt as if she had to take as much as romans' heads as she could, one for every person who had been killed for their greed of power.

They dragged and put her with a group of men, standing and cuffed to a chain.

She figured out that, since she was surrounded by men, they believed she was one herself.

She was tense that her cover could be blown, that they could discover and kill her instantly, even if the fact of joining her family tempted her, she had to seek revenge.

Her train of thoughts was stopped by a man wearing black and red armor, he was better dressed and older then the others, she reckoned he probably was the commander, he took a flag, and installed it in the ground.

"in nomine Romano has fines vinco"

When he finished his sentence, he gestoured to the soldiers and they threw fiery torches on the dead bodies that had been collected in front of the survivors.

All those people burning in seconds, maybe minutes.

Being stabbed by a thousand blades would've hurt less then seeing her mother and son burn to nothing.

As if the agony of loosing everything wasn't enough, her knees gave in at the vision.

She felt as if someone had ripped her skin, muscles and bones off and with them, took her heart out of her ribcage.

Not only they took their lives, also their right to get to the afterlife.

Knelt to the ground and started sobbing and crying again, praying the gods to let them in the afterlife even if their body were being burned to ashes.

Inside of her all she felt was hurt, misery, it was the cruelest torture they could ever perpetrate on her, no spear could shatter her heart any harder then seeing the people she loved and the place she used to call home destroyed in mere moments.

She started praying through the tears and with her the other men she was with, some prayed for their wives, some for their children, some for their friends, some even for themselves.

Homeless, conquered and captivated, the only thing left to them was faith.

When all the bodies before them were turned to ashes and their nostrils were full of the disgusting smell of death, the soldiers gestured them to stand up and as they did, the roman legions created a queue with the conquered at the end, still chained to the rope, they started walking in the direction they were led to by the soldiers who held the rope.

Eman knew she had to be smart, smarter then them to beat and kill the romans and flee.

"if you don't understand when people speak, you don't have a say in what they want to do with you"

Her father's words echoed in her mind, Ahmed was his name, he was a smart man, he knew that in a fight, strength is rarely what determines the winner.

Her thoughts started drifting.

Covered in dirt she was disheartened for loosing in the training fight between her and baba.

He knelt right in front of her daughter and looked her in the eyes

"why a man can beat a lion Eman?

Eyes of a child looked at him full of curiosity

"I don't know baba"

"even if a lion is stronger, braver and fiercer, a man can create a spear, a lion can't"

Remembering those sweet childhood memories with her father gave her a warming feeling.

"Eman you're strong, but you also are very intelligent, and even if strength might fade with time, what you have here..."

He gently caressed her head.

"is the strongest weapon you'll ever have, use it"

He held out his hand and helped her stand up.

"Your Ahmed's daughter aren't you?"

A male voice brought her back from the past

"don't talk, I don't know if they understand"

"they don't"

"who are you"

Only then she had the courage to lift her head up and look at her interlocutor, she didn't quite remember who he was but she knew she had seen him somewhere.

"I'm Abrax, son of Abasi, my father and yours were friends, they died together defending the borders of kemet, I'm sorry for your loss"

She now remembered him, he was few years older then her and one her father students.

He had grown since then, he was now a tall strong man, with dark eyes and black hair.

"I now remember you, I'm glad your alive"

She neared her chained hands to his to hold them in sign of support, as if this little motion could make this journey to hell less hurtful.

"what are doing here among all us men?"

"I know stories of women being sold, raped and killed, I thought that if they believed I was a man I could have more possibilities to escape"

He looked at her with tenderness.

"there's no escape from where we're going"

"where are we going to?"

"Rome"

"how do you know that?"

"I heard them"

As a lightning striking her, she remembered, when the rumor of the romans invading kemet started to spread in the country, her father started teaching latin to people, so if they had to fight, they would have at least understood what the enemy was saying.

At the time Femi was a newborn, she didn't have the time to attend classes.

If she knew back then what she knew in that moment, she would've went with her son in one hand and the other closed in a punch ready to hit whoever said she didn't belong there.

"so you know their lenguage"

She looked at him with a sparkle of hope in her eyes.

"I do, your father taught us"

She hoped in that moment for him to be as human as possible and not tell her stupid theories about how women should not learn as much as men but just help her.

"In memory and honor of my father, I plead you to teach me the lenguage of those monsters"

Her voice was crackling a bit, breaking from the need of crying.

"As your father once helped me, I'll help you, daughter of Ahmed"

"thank you, may the gods protect you"

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Would someone be interested in very long (and I mean VERY LONG) ff about gladiator II Marcus Acacius x OG character where she's from a reign that has been conquered by him and to not be sold as sex slave she dresses up as a man and ends up as a disguised gladiator and in a way or another she meets and gets to know him and eventually fall in love with him and she doesn't know how to feel anymore cause she's supposed to hate him for what he has done to her country and city but still she can't deny her feelings for him.

Pros:

Lots of plot twist

Lots of angst

Complex characters

Slow burn

Enemies to lovers

Sweaty Pedro Pascal in roman armor

Cons:

We try to be as historical accurate as possible but a few things are not precisely identical to reality (we pretend)

If your interested comment below so I'll know to tag you when I'll publish the first chapter I'm writing

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Would someone be interested in very long (and I mean VERY LONG) ff about gladiator II Marcus Acacius x OG character where she's from a reign that has been conquered by him and to not be sold as sex slave she dresses up as a man and ends up as a disguised gladiator and in a way or another she meets and gets to know him and eventually fall in love with him and she doesn't know how to feel anymore cause she's supposed to hate him for what he has done to her country and city but still she can't deny her feelings for him.

Pros:

Lots of plot twist

Lots of angst

Complex characters

Slow burn

Enemies to lovers

Sweaty Pedro Pascal in roman armor

Cons:

We try to be as historical accurate as possible but a few things are not precisely identical to reality (we pretend)

If your interested comment below so I'll know to tag you when I'll publish the first chapter I'm writing

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So I saw Beetlejuice Beetlejuice again… 👀👀👀

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Idk if this has been done yet-

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THOUGHTS I HAD DURING MY MANY RE-WATCHES OF HAZBIN HOTEL & HELLUVA BOSS

Why Vivziepop has an obsession for top hats? No hate, I love the design, just have seen lots of hats

I love that vaggie is the toughest of them all, but she dresses so preppy

Adam gives the same vibe of Andrew Tate (my red flag is that I would Adam anyway)

Charlie deserves the world

I'm afraid that huskerdust could become a bromance (I know it's canon, but I'm scared anyway) I hope we will see more of them in the second season

Vox gives the same vibe of a friend of mine

I hate Val, but his VA did an incredible work, to me he sounds really natural

Alastor has a Karen haircut

The girls who fancy Alastor, are the same who fancy Dr. Thredson from AHS

Emily deserves more credit

I don't like Lilith

I like to think the Vs are all in a poly relationship with eachother

Sir Pentious is the coolest dude (would)

I don't know how to feel about Nyfti

The Italian VA is done so amazingly I prefer it to the English version, I love the original, but this time, Italians did the best

If you watch it while high (I'm not suggesting anything and I discourage any sort of consumption) the soft music as a very low soundtrack in every scene is so silly I love it

For the Italians: Val ed Enzo Miccio sono la stessa persona

Rdj and Vox are the same person

It breaks me that Alastor claims he has to go to the tailor meanwhile he always went around with a worn out jacket

Alastor announcing a podcast is like those old TV stars opening their podcast (I can only find Italian examples, so for my people: come il poretcast)

Stolas such a himbo I LOVE HIM (he's so me I can't)

Kid Stolas is soooo lovely, so squishy I wanna hug him

I love that there are a lot of correlations between Carmilla Carmine and Vaggie

Carmilla Carmine is one of those mothers who make videos of themselves with montages of tiger and lions defending their kids

Blitzø smash

I love that both Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel have such display of healthy relationships and relationships that grow through time, like vaggie and Charlie, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, Moxxie and Millie, also the dynamics of Father and daughter

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I just want them to be happy together 💕

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hello,

I hope I am not bothering you... but I would like to ask if you are still taking requests for Crowley.

Yes I am.

Tell me anything you'd like to read

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TUMBLR TAKE NOTES

Tumblr really should have a "read later" button because I always save fanfics links in my notes (to read them when I'm in the mood and not running after a bus or sth), and I'm sorry that the authors can't see me doing that. And it happened a few times that someone deleted a post and I was like "maybe the author was waiting for comment :c". I wanna make them happy for their work and I feel awkward everytime I make a comment with "I'm gonna read it this evening!!!"

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They're the only I would get down on my knees for

the only holy trinity I know is Pedro, Diego and Oscar

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Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

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I DROP THIS HERE ⬇️

THIS IS EVERYONE'S

✨ BI-PANIC ✨

AFTER WATCHING BLACK PANTHER WAKANDA FOREVER

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Since 2015

My child is fine. No your child is reading smut of fictional characters on the public transportation to work

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If requests are still open, may I please have Aziraphale and Crowley headcannons of them taking care of their s/o with really bad sunburn?

Please and thank you! ☺️

Aaaaaaaaaaa you really got me in the perfect time, cause I'm actually on vacation with my friends in Italy (where we live by the way) at the beach everyday in Apulia, so...

I've experienced myself a BAD SUNBURN.

(

You, Crowley and Aziraphale were programming your next holidays, and when you mentioned Italy, they remembered they're time in Rome and it was done, from that moment you couldn't propose anything else

You chose to go for a tour in the Italian cities

Everything went perfectly well, good food, good wine, good environment and everything

Until you arrived to Apulia

Precisely "Punta Prosciutto"

The water was so clean, it seemed to bath in a swimming pool, and sun was so warm, caressing your skin while you were bathing in the sea

Everything was so romantic...

Until you went back to your hotel room and found your skin to be the same colour as Crowley's hair

Every little move was extremely hurtful, you laid on the bed of the room trying to cool yourself a bit, but the heat seemed to only rise more and more

When Crowley and Aziraphale saw you in that state the reactions they had were different but both loving in their on way

Aziraphale hurriedly run to wet a towel to cool you down

Crowley on the other hand was laughing at the situation and trying to make you laugh with stupid jokes

They agreed on you and Crowley staying at the hotel while aziraphale would go around the city to find a remedy

When I came back an half an hour later with an ointment called "prep" you were on the bed with Crowley who was pressing cold towels on your back

The night ended with them spreading "prep" on your back instead of going out

At least it was the the night you laughed the most

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¡HELP!

Hi Daniel brühl fandom, especially those who are simping for Laszlo Kreizler.

Ages ago, I read a ff about Laszlo falling in love with one of is patients.

I remember the plot, it was the story of a women who's Sara's friend and she suggests her to go to Laszlo due to her problems.

She suffers from panic and anxiety attacks and Laszlo tries to cure her, and one night tries to cure her in a different way (coff* smut *coff) and after that he invites her to the opera but a few misunderstandings happen about a letter (I don't remember what happens) and so she goes but Sara gives her a knife as a defence.

They come back at Laszlo's house after the opera and she feels threatened during a particular situation of sexual tension, so she takes out the knife and then ✨smut✨ again.

IF ANYONE KNOWS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT PLEASE TELL MEEEEE

Thank you✨