#Grey Roman

[sinners-if]

This is the most Grey love story coded song I’ve ever heard in my life

[fancifulflora]

"Close your eyes." with grey

For the sake of my writing, I'm going to keep Grey as their default setting so they're tall with shoulder-length black hair. They also have a light brown skin tone, grey eyes, and tattoos on both arms. Just for future reference!)

"Remember to keep those eyes of yours closed." Roman purred, letting their firm hand on your lower back guide you forward- each step you make cautious of the thick carpet underneath your feet.

A few moments ago, your partner ambushed you with a gift- a surprise awaiting you down the hall from the elevator. One you'd have to cover your eyes for.

Now, most who knew the wanted criminal would have the sense to run at such a promise. They'd know of Grey's reputation, of the awful things they've done- the awful things they were capable of. Most would do anything but comply just as you were now.

Your relationship with Grey Roman, however, wasn't like most.

With renewed confidence, you pressed on, knowing that your lover would catch you should you ever fall.

"Did I forget a birthday? Anniversary?" you mused, turning your head to where Grey's would probably be. Life had a way of flying by if one were to look away long enough and, as far as you knew, there wasn't supposed to be anything on the calendar.

You could practically feel the roll of Grey's eyes as they gave your side a small squeeze- their voice playful, teasing. "Stop worrying too much, you do trust me, don't you?"

You did trust them.

Deciding to play along for now, you reared your head forward. With each step, scouring through your memories to try and map out where you were and figure out how much further until you reached the doors to your apartment.

"Stop. Right here." Grey's voice ordered after the two of you had taken a couple of turns, breaking up your train of thought.

Your feet remain planted in the ground, ears picking up the jingle of metal- keys most likely. Then there was a turn of a lock- a faint but resonant click in the air.

The door opened with a soft creak as it cut through the anticipation you were feeling.

You could smell food from the entryway.

Was this your surprise?

Grey's footsteps moved around you, their hands on your shoulders guiding your forward, turning you past the foyer, and finally stopping.

The two of you were standing in your living room, a stronger sweet, savory scent permeating the air.

More footsteps now, growing distant towards the far side of the wall, then a soft light filled the room.

Taking that as the cue to open your eyes, you cautiously take in the sight before you.

It was beautiful.

A small fanciful cake was the centerpiece of your coffee table, adjacent to a simple rectangular box wrapped in black silk ribbon. Platters of various foods filled up the rest of the space, a bucket off to the side- a bottle nestled in a pile of ice.

Fairy lights snaked around the room, a few candles filling the room with a subtle glow.

"You're the sweetest." Shaking your head in disbelief at the sight before you brought a smile to your partner's face, a dark heat rising to your cheeks.

"Figured you needed a treat, a pick-me-up," Grey explained, long strides taking them over to your side, an arm draping over your shoulders with a solid squeeze.

"Go on, open the box. Wind down a little."

Upon being released from their hold, you follow Grey's instructions, your lover following your lead as you took a seat on the couch- taking the box from their hands.

It was oddly hefty- far heavier than expected. You were almost tempted to shake it a little to get a better feel for what was inside.

Instead, you opted to pull at the black ribbon, removing the lid with tender care. You could feel Grey's intense gaze on your side as you looked down at the gift they had gotten for you.

A necklace, ornate in design. It was adorned with flawless gemstones that practically glowed, even under the dim candlelight.

A rather familiar necklace.

"Grey." You start, wide eyes turning to look at the Cheshire grin stretched across Roman's face- stormy grey eyes filled with pride.

"Yes, darling?"

"You didn't."

"Oh," They give a dark laugh, leaning in, brushing their lips against yours in a featherlight kiss that still managed to leave you breathless. "I did."

You look back down at the necklace in hand, remembering the off-handed comment you had made about how pretty it was back in Venice- about how the jewels shined under the display light.

Honestly, you didn't think Grey was paying attention from the way their eyes flitted from camera to camera, soaking every detail of the security system set up in the exhibit.

And yet...

"It's- there's no way I can wear this, can I?"

Grey pauses, the gears turning in their head before giving the idea a small shrug. "You could probably get away with it in a few months? Maybe a year if they really miss the thing. People wouldn't recognize this necklace from a glance alone though."

Nodding along to their words, you lift up the necklace, pushing it into Roman's hands and turning your back to the thief.

"Put it on me?"

They lean in close, Grey's breath brushing up against your neck- a light kiss pressed against your skin.

"Of course."

[dirtytransmasc]

I'll never not believe that Davos is the one who fell first and harder. that he wasn't the one getting his heart truly broken. the one fighting for Aaron's love and attention and aching when he is denied. the one longing for Aeron and having to reckon with the fact that he can never truly have him, there's too much keeping them apart.

sure, Aeron has his own feelings, his own longing, his dread.

but you can see it in their faces, it's Davos's heart that's a mess, his soul that is aching, while Aeron is more confused and unsure of his own feelings and where they lie in the mess that is feuds and war and blood and kin.

Davos is angry but full of bitter, rage filled acceptance. Aeron is scared, confused, and stuck between acceptance and denial. and it's breaking me.

[cursedvida]

Well, Noa and Mae are the classic enemies-to-allies-to-enemies again-to probably allies again-to friends-to-angsty-and-doomed-love and you can't convince me otherwise sorry

[angelspearlheart]

[aroaceleovaldez]

Thalia's color is ultramarine, Jason's color is cyan, Percy's is teal, Bianca's is green, Nico's is olive, and Hazel's is gold.

The big 3 kids make a color gradient in order (Zeus [sky] > Poseidon [ocean] > Hades [underground]) hope this helps

[valoale]

WIP

Harry claims he hit his head on duty (he did not). In other words he constantly finds reasons to go to the hospital just to see Dr. Malfoy only to ask him out

#if you wanna see your favourite neurosurgeon you gotta do what you gotta do

My little surgeon AU is growing and I can't help it, so, firefighter (& EMT) Harry, anyone? prev & prev

[shivroy]

would transitioning save them? FUCK no. happy pride ❤️

[theworldofotps]

Welcome back to the Original Tribal Chief🖤☝️

[vintagehomecollection]

A conservatory can be a room where one can literally sit in the garden, separated only by glass from the natural world outside. Here the furnishings are deliberately simple and pale, to keep attention focused on the view. The grey-green colour of the framework of this garden room is carried through in the colour of the chairs and wooden cupboard which furnish it.

Traditional Country Style, 1991

[wardrobeoftime]

Domina + Costumes

Antonia's blue & grey dress in Season 02, Episode 03, 04 & 07.

// requested by @idreamhistory & @butterfliesjewels2134

[fancifulflora]

“ can you move? “ with Grey from Sinners please miss Dahlia <3 <3

lmao, I think my latest hyper-fixations are being called out rn. Ty for letting me pop off though! Hopefully, this does the character justice even with the lighter tone askjdhak

The flickering fluorescent light burned your eyes, head twisting around to avoid the glare of the sole light illuminating the room.

Where were you now?

It felt like ages since you last saw sunlight, weeks since you felt the cool wind brushing past your neck.

Like months since you last saw Grey.

A low grumbling of your stomach snaps you from your depressing thoughts, the pang of hunger bringing you one inch closer to reality.

Okay. Perhaps that was a bit dramatic of you. It certainly wasn't months since you were abducted by your captors, but the hunger pangs and weakness in your frame placed you somewhere around the two-week mark.

Two weeks of barely eating and drinking. Weeks of nothing to do but worry about what might happen if Grey and their crew don't find you.

Honestly, you almost wished your captors were here. Two weeks deprived of basic human needs were bad, very bad in fact.

But two weeks without human contact?

Now that was just cruel.

The only times you even remember seeing your captors were when they transferred you from location to location. They'd go through the process of documenting your condition, ensuring Grey knew that you were still very much alive. Then they'd knock you into unconsciousness before moving you to another location entirely.

They had to have moved you eight times at least- probably due to the very real chance of Grey finding where you were just off of the pictures and footage alone.

No, there wasn't much explanation otherwise. It had to be that.

A small smile crept onto your face, the idea of these captors of yours fearing your partner also meant that there was a good chance Grey was close. Either close in proximity or close to tracking you down.

At this point, you'd take either option.

The creak of the door swinging open earned a groan from you, eyelids finally creaking open and finally adjusting to the light. Were they moving you again?

One of the larger captors, a masked man stamped down the stairs and over to where you were being cuffed and gagged. This time, however, there wasn't a burner phone or camera in his hand.

There was a knife.

Shit.

Struggling against the cuffs that had long turned your skin red and sensitive, your weakened body could barely lift yourself up. The idea of a sudden and brave escape quickly became a pipe dream.

And with the gag, no one outside of the brick walls of the basement would ever hear you- instead, your cries for help enflamed the burn in your throat. A throat that was still raw from your earlier days in captivity.

Your muffled noises were suddenly cut short, a sharp knee jamming itself right onto your sternum- sucking all the air out of your lungs. There was no time for recovery, however, as your captor-turned-would-be murderer climbed on top, raising their knife high in the air.

Then there was a bang.

And the knife clattered to the ground.

Blood splattered all over you hardly phased you anymore, instead, you focused on using what energy you did have to get the dead corpse off of you.

Luckily for you, a hand came over to pull the body away- stormy grey eyes digging into your very soul as your savior scanned over your body for any other injuries.

Grey.

"Can you move?" they asked as their hands moved to ungag you, hundreds of other questions fighting their way past their lips, but no. There would be time for questions and care later.

They needed to get you out now.

"No," your response was prompt- simple, if exceedingly hard to get out due to the treatment you had to endure. The flash of pain in Grey's eyes was there for a brief moment, their breath hitching for a split second before they scooped you up in their arms.

"Let's get you out of here then." They affirmed, planting a small, chaste kiss to the side of your head- allowing some emotion to escape them in the smallest act of catharsis before they lifted your body and made their way to the door.

"Let's get you home."

[lanasgirlfr]

scars😽

[romanreignsstan]

Roman's hair at the end of last niighhtttttt!? Uggghhhhhhhhhh 😩😩😩

[lover-of-mine]

I'm still standing at the exit...

inspired by @poughkeepsies