#rubs her feet for her

[softquietsteadylove]

For the bodyguard AU:

A crazy Fan attacks Thena with a knife on stage. Luckily Gil is there to protect her👀

The crowd was roaring with enthusiasm for her performance. She was coming off the high of a few straight shows that had gone well. The audience was feeling excited, and it had even spread to Thena, penetrating her pessimistic shell.

Thena waved to them as they applauded her efforts. She swallowed, feeling the fatigue in her vocal cords after the full set she had performed. Nothing like a full concert, but evident none the less. She backed up from the microphone.

"Athena! Athena, you're my goddess!"

Gil looked out from backstage, trying to find where the voice had come from.

Thena also scanned the crowd, but couldn't find anyone who might have been able to be heard so above and beyond everyone else. She tried not to let it show on her face.

"Athena, I love you!"

She looked closer to the front, wondering who possessed that voice. It was male, deep, rough. Everyone close to the barricades seemed to be younger fans jumping and waving.

"Athena, be mine!"

Her chest rose and fell more quickly. This was becoming more of a situation by the second, but she couldn't pinpoint the source. She took a few more steps back, her hand subconsciously reaching behind her for a comforting presence.

Gil emerged from backstage to meet her halfway. Usually his code of conduct - per the label's insistence - was to be present but not seen. But this was an exception, "come on."

"I said you're mine, you bitch!"

Gil pulled Thena behind him, holding out his arms and making his surface area replace Thena's tiny frame behind him. He searched the crowd for himself, with eyes trained to detect problems like this.

Security dove for the man, but he must have had training in something. Because all they did was provide him with a staircase of bodies he could use to launch himself onto the stage.

"Athena!"

Gil's eyes focused in on the knife in his hand. There were worse weapons to face, but the best one to disarm was none. He held out his hand, "put it down!"

The assailant charged at them, fuelled by either delusion or a more powerful, more tangible substance. He came in swinging, "she's mine!"

Thena curled up behind Gil, not able to do much else in the given situation.

Gil moved only as close as needed to grab the assailant's hands by the wrists. So long as he could overpower him, he could keep the threat minimal. "Don't even think about it!"

Gil was stronger than the freak jumping impossible distances up onto the stage. He raised their hands above their heads, not leaving much room to get stabbed in the crosshairs. "Let it go!"

Bodies in yellow and black polo shirts came rushing out; better late than never, at least. The venue security rushed the assailant, enough of them piling on the threat that it didn't matter what was in his system, he went down hard.

The knife clattered away across the stage. The crowd screamed.

Gil didn't wait to see what would become of the animal, or deliver any last words. He turned around, pulling Thena into his arms and rushing her off stage, "come on."

Thena clung to him.

"Move, move, out of the way!" Gil barked at anyone who so much as came near them. This was his job, this was his protectee, his client: this was Thena. "Make some room!"

He led them straight through the backstage and out of the building. He wasn't making any stops in any dressing rooms, Kingo would bring them anything they had left behind. His priority now was getting Thena alone and safe with him.

She followed him silently, clinging to him.

Gil held his jacket up and in front of her face as they made their way to the car waiting for them. As always, no matter how they tried, there were still fans clambering to get a glimpse of the Goddess of War in her human form. "Back up!"

Thena climbed into the SUV, immediately sliding over in the backseat so Gil could slide in after her, no need to go around to the other door. He jumped in, nearly cracking his head on the frame in his haste. He slammed it closed and leaned forward, "drive!"

The ride service didn't ask questions.

Gil put the divider up immediately, looking over at Thena, "hey."

"I'm okay," she exhaled, with only some trembling in it. She pushed her hair out of her face.

"Thena," he repeated, moving until their legs were squished together on the hard and uncomfortable leather seats. "Look at me."

"I'm okay, she repeated before he held her cheeks, guiding her gently to meet his eyes. Her face crumbled.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, pulling her into his shoulder as he rubbed her back. No matter how expected or calculated a risk it was, it was still someone threatening her safety and life. He never blamed her for feeling rattled by the actions of those obsessed with her persona.

Thena shook her head against him, still pressing her eyes into his suit jacket. She was dismissing herself.

"Hey, no one would blame you," he said gently, holding the trembling songstress. "He came at you with a knife, Thena. It never should have happened."

She let out a breath, even more shuddery than the last. "You shouldn't have to keep doing this."

Protecting her? "Thena, it's my job to do this. I'm certainly not gonna let you fight these creeps by yourself."

"I mean it!" she lifted her head, pursing her lips in that stubborn way she had.

He brushed away some of her tears, careful of the eye makeup she had on that was admirably still in place. "I do too, Thena. I'm not going to let anyone get away with shit like that."

Thena pulled back, brushing more of her tears off his lapel and clearing her throat, which any vocalist usually did their best to avoid doing. She sniffled, "this seems to keep happening."

Gil let her fuss over him, if it made her feel better about it, "a couple times in a year is a pretty bad streak."

Thena looked at him in the dim light of the back of the limo. "I know you're saying it's not a big deal, but I've watched you had to fight a few too many psychos for my liking. And I still haven't forgotten when that mob of Eros' little fan-children mobbed you."

Gil chuckled, "that was a pretty bizarre fight to have."

"I wouldn't call it a fight," Thena grumbled but sat back again with a sigh. She flicked some hair over her shoulder, "at least the show was good. Although I'm sure Kingo is already bursting a blood vessel over the coverage of that attack."

"It was pretty open to see that the guy was nuts," Gil shrugged, already reaching into his suit jacket for both their phones. "Limo's taking us straight home. Do you want delivery?"

She looked up from her phone as he handed it to her, giving him the saddest, greenest eyes, like a kitten in the rain. She nodded.

How could he ever say no to that? He opened the app, "mood?"

"Surprise me," she sighed, looking down at her phone to check what Kingo was saying.

"Okay," Gil chuckled, already knowing to order her a comforting bowl of ramen with some dumplings on the side. He claimed one of her hands with his, even though it hindered her texting greatly.

She did visibly have trouble texting Kingo back with only her left thumb and a phone wider than her slim hand's width. But she gave him a squeeze back, grateful for the comfort.

[asianarches]

Help me warm up my chilly toes? ❄️🤍

[medusa1597]

there is something so funny about jesus gagging people left and right with small miracles for 30 years fully knowing he had the entire dying on the cross + coming back to life in store like thats television maybe the first hbo sunday ever

[cryobyo]

love how mithrun is kabru’s invalid grandmother……..kabru is like ok meemaw I’ll rub ur feet for ten minutes and then you HAVE to go to sleep

[leslieseveride]

ever since these pics dropped it's been my personal headcanon that the blanket and slippers belong to lucy, and tim at some point went back home —(his home) to pick them up for her.

[rainwingmarvel7]

WIP Wednesday

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

Thank you so much for the tag @selfproclaimedunicorn 💕

“Lord Robb was asking about you,” Barba told Nadya cheerfully, walking past her to the fireplace. She knelt down beside it, her blue skirts spilling out around her feet like water. She carefully rested the firewood in a neat stack next to her, then began to toss them into the flames one by one.

“He was?��� Nadya echoed. A soft smile spread across her face at the mention of her betrothed, and a blush colored her cheeks. “Why?”

“He wished to know if you might like to join him in the courtyard with his brothers,” Barba answered.

“Hm. For what purpose?” Nadya asked.

“They are teaching the young Lord Bran how to use a bow,” Jemma replied. She was leaning over Nadya’s bed, smoothing out the pure white sheets she had just put on. “Lord Robb thought you could help to teach him, given your family’s talents with archery.”

“Ah, I see,” Nadya said.

Tagging (no pressure!): @jotterjots, @godswood-girl, @blankfairy, @murmel-malt and anyone else who’d like to join in!

[sunsoak]

Growing up is realizing your aunt and uncle have a weird ass fucking relationship with each other that you may never understand

[theoperaregina]

truthfully when I used to be really active with my genshin rp accounts, I was so much more involved with the genshin community and the game itself. then LIFE HAPPENED and I got so busy and even stopped playing genshin for a HOTTTT minute SLDJFSHJDFHJFHSJ but omg I missed yall and genshin a lot so I'm really excited to be back into rping and with furina who I love to bits ; u ;

[asianarches]

Meet me in the backseat 😉💕

[clancyycat]

Happy birthday clarke!!!! Sharing a birthday with bruce springsteen is extremely slay. Have the best day ily ❤️

maddy!! thank you so muchhh bbg ily 💕😘

and i know i can’t believe i get to share a birthday with the boss 🫡 a power bestowed upon me that i don’t take lightly

have a pic of cypress watching her fave show

[eastgaysian]

the beast

[tariah23]

The job is gonna be so laborious I already know it hhhh

[shrikebrother]

i dont have a foot fetish but sometimes itd be nice for someone to rub my feet with oil when they hurt . like jesus did

[llycaons]

okay I thought about the similarities between jfm and jc's unrequited crushes who prefer their 'servant's' company to their own and it looped around from being tragic to being really funny again. jc pined after wq so clumsily and unsuccessfully with the stupid fucking comb she didn't care about because SHE AND HER FAMILY WERE POLITICAL TARGETS AT THE TIME and HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HER AT ALL and she 100% always preferred the company of wwx, who was genuinely fun to be around, as intelligent and selfless as she was, understood and respected the delicate political position she was in, treated her like an individual, knew what was important to her, helped her family, and sacrificed everything for her safety. wq literally would rather have lived a doomed life in a starving refugee camp with wwx and her family than accept a marriage proposal from jc, jc wq shippers how does it feel to be fucking clowns

[star--nymph]

Friendly reminder that no one helped Eurydice cut her hand off. She turned her arm to ice in front of Solas, snapped it off, and threw at his feet so he couldn't say he 'saved her'. When the others found her, she was trying to cauterize the wound was nearly face first in a puddle of her own blood so Dorian had to do it for her.

So if anyone saved Eurydice, it was Dorian and a handy fire spell.

[under36feet]

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