#tom glynn carney character

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Mine all mine ⭑

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Pairing: (TGC) Gaius Julius Caesar x fem!reader

A/N: as requested by multiple people ;)

Warnings: +18 mdni, mutual pining, cheating reader, murdered/poisoned husband, affair, making out, grinding/humping, oraljob (both f and m receiving), handjob (both f and m receiving), vaginal sex and creampie.

Summary: You hated your husband and want to be rid of him, luckily you meet a certain man who will change your life.

Word count: 3.6k

Another boring fucking supper party hosted by your boring fucking husband. You were only married to him for about two months but you never wanted him. All you got married for was the money and power your husband could provide. You came from a great ancient family in Rome.

So does he, your husband was a well known and feared senator. Quite an important man, but also old. And not to mention gross and too horny. It was well known you were beautiful and from when you were young you had many suitors lined up, begging for your fathers approval, but your husband was the richest, so he won.

You rolled your eyes as he looked way too proud to have you at his side. You greeted your his guests and your husband got many envious stares from his male guests. You never needed to persuade him much, many men fell to their knees at the sight of you. And you knew that even though you were a ‘helpless’ woman, you at least had that power.

Many old, ugly and plain people passed you, while the women all gave you glares. You never understood why they had to be so envious while you were all in it together. Most women were actually girls, some even as young as 14 to 15. You were more lucky though, you were married the day you turned 18. Some consider that too late but those were your fathers terms. 

You were very grateful for him and you knew that he would have your back. You started to get more and more bored when the amount of people didn’t seem to end, luckily you had one of the biggest houses in Rome and it could fit thousands of people if it had to. But the guest list for tonight was only about two hundred. Two hundred of the most important people in Rome. 

But then it seemed time slowed when a certain brown haired man stopped to greet your ugly husband. The man then introduced himself to you. “Gaius Julius Caesar, thank you for having me, it’s a beautiful home. Almost as beautiful as you, it is true what they say... You are very lucky.” He said that last part while turning to your husband before joining the larger party in the main hall. Your husband thinned his lips and looked at you angrily.

You shrugged your shoulders and placed a hand on his, faking your empathy for the idiot. He of course fell for it, as always, and went back to greeting the last guests strolling in. Only a couple more stiff smiles before finally the whole party was here, and your husband went to check on some of his men. You strided towards some women you knew growing up and started a conversation with them. 

They provided you with some gossip and soon you were talking about the husbands all of you wanted instead of the ones you got. So you told them about Gaius and of course they knew who you were talking about. “Of course you want the most devious one of them, and I bet you could get him too, I saw how he looked at you, only moments ago.” One of them told you. And sure enough, when you looked over one of the women’s shoulders, his brown eyes were looking at you.

You smiled at him, the way you did when you ‘persuaded’ your husband, he grinned back. One of his men looked at him questioningly. “Too bad she’s already married.” Agrippa whispered to Gaius, which earned him an annoyed look. “So? Divorce exists.” He fired back. “You really think that that old man is going to let a woman like her go? And what if she’s pregnant? She’ll have to give up that child.” Agrippa argued. 

“Don’t think she is, a girl like her wouldn’t let an old fuck like him touch her.” He smiled, Agrippa rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t have a choice obviously, that’s why she very well could be.” Gaius got annoyed by his friend and needed a break from his constant nagging. He always got what he wanted and he would have you too.

He strolled over to Cicero’s wife, not nearly as pretty as you but he was hard from your smiles at him and he needed relief. He wasn’t too sure about getting away with fucking you at your own husband’s party. So the desperate one would do, he knew she would do anything he asked, he was one of the most young, handsome and richest ones here. 

So he whispered something in her ear, that of course didn’t go unnoticed by you and jealousy filled your chest. Your face fell, and he glanced at you while he discreetly followed the other woman up the stairs. You decided to ignore it and went back to talking with your ‘friends’ instead. You did learn that he wasn’t married and you envied him. He could do whatever he wanted but you couldn’t.

You tried to focus on anything else but the thought of him fucking that other woman right now but you couldn’t and before you knew it you had excused yourself and rapidly ascended the stairs. Glancing behind, you saw your husband and his guests busy talking and drinking. He didn’t have a fucking clue.

You searched around the quiet upper floor for a while, until you heard soft groans and moans. The sounds lead you closer and closer to your own bedchamber. When you pulled the soft fabric aside and your eyes met his, he was laid on your bed with the woman between his legs, sucking him off. He started to pant and moan faster at the sight of you.

The sounds and the sight of such an arousing scene made heat puddle in your own belly. And soon you were panting along with him, your eyes never left each other and the look on your face quickly made him cum in the woman’s mouth, waking you up and moving yourself behind the fabric again, being careful the woman didn’t see you when she left. 

Then he appeared from behind the curtain, giving you a wink as he walked off. “That’s Cicero’s wife.” Your words made him turn around as he walked back over to you. “Yes.” He replied curtly. “I thought he was your friend.” He stepped closer to you. “He is. He married her because her family’s rich. That’s why everyone gets married, money, power, family. They’re the only things that matter.”

You looked up at him and he glanced at your lips, licking his own. “To the son of a money lender I’m sure that’s true.” He smiled and inhaled. “Grandson.” He mumbled, before crashing his lips on yours. You whimpered at the sudden feeling and he only deepened the kiss, gripping your hips tightly. Your hand travelled up his leg and he leaned into your touch. Then you squeezed his bulge, he let go of your lips and groaned in response. 

“That’s my bed.” You said, he looked at you with heavy eyes. Then you let go of him, leaving him there with another erection. You went back to the party and your husband, much to your approval, was already drunk, good, no sex tonight. He had only fucked you once on your wedding night, but his seed didn’t take root so you were still free from the burden of a child, but you knew that one day he would succeed, so you had to take action.

The party was soon over and the guests started to leave, you were once again at your husband's side but now bidding them goodnight. And soon enough Gaius walked past, only giving you a grin. Your husband looked at you questioningly but you again pretended not to know Gaius’ intentions. Since he was still drunk he quickly forgot and the last of the guests had left for the night.

That night you were thankfully in your own bed, your husband passed out in his own and your hand slid down your stomach between your thighs, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him. And that night after you had one of the best orgasms of your life, you dreamt of him. Gaius Julius Caesar, showing up on a huge white stallion with a hundred knights, slaying your husband and claiming you as his. 

A few months went by and everytime you still managed to avoid being with child. Much to your husband’s dismay, who grew more impatient and annoyed. But you promised him that soon you would bear a son. This was not true, when he did have sex with you, you had your servant bring you water, and you washed his spend out of you. So far it worked, as you showed no signs. 

You were only a few moments back home from the market with some other wives when your husband barged in. Snapping you out of your thoughts as you admired some of your new jewellery. “I have good news!” He laughed. It made your stomach curl. “Gaius Julius Caesar himself has invited us to a supper party at his house. Some three hundred are invited and we are one of them!” Now that made your smile return. 

So only a few nights later you arrived at Gaius’ house, it was even bigger than yours and he greeted you with a big smile. Your idiot of a husband didn’t even notice, taking in the house. Soon you were joining the larger party and your husband was quickly lost in the crowd. Good. You didn’t need that fool tonight. No, your plans were different from his. Tonight you would get yourself a new husband. 

It didn’t take long for him to find you, you purposely had left to ‘catch some air’ and had walked to the balcony outside. He walked up behind you and joined your side. “You enjoying the party?” He asked. “Not really.” You responded, looking at him with heavy eyes. His tongue pressed the inside of his cheek. “Me neither. Follow me up soon, third door to the left.” With that he made his way back inside.

Moments later when you knew for sure he was in his room already, your feet guided you inside, and you as discreetly as possible made your way upstairs. You passed the doors, one, two, three. You knocked on the door and it opened fast, a hand pulling you inside. “No one followed you?” You shook your head. His lips then pressed against yours and he pulled you against him tightly. He broke the kiss for only a moment.

“I will make you mine.” He groaned against your lips. You smiled and his tongue soon invaded your mouth. You moaned at the feeling, heat cursed through you and you knew you had made the right decision. He moved both of your bodies towards the bed, climbing on top of you. Then he started to nip and suck at your neck, your moans echoing through his room. Never had you felt such pleasure from so little.

“Gonna show you how a husband is supposed to fuck his wife.” He growled against your skin. You gasped at his words and he harshly ripped off your robes, sucking and licking at your exposed skin. Your body responded beautifully to his touch and he had never been this hard in his life. Your own body was aching as well, begging him for relief.

He kissed down your bare body and didn’t neglect your breasts, he flicked his tongue over your nipples and you shivered at the sensation. Is this what sex is supposed to be? When he was pleased with your now sensitive nipples he kissed down until he reached your glistening folds. He licked his lips before dipping his head down, licking at your clit. Your back arched and a loud cry left your lips.

“Feels good doesn’t it? My little slut, you’re all mine now.” He groaned swiftly going back in. He moaned against your cunt when he grinded his hard cock against the bed. Only adding to your own pleasure. Your hand moved to his head, grabbing his brown locks for support. He saw this as a sign to move his tongue faster and so he rapidly flicked his tongue over your clit. 

You could barely breathe, the pleasure was suffocating you and you could only whimper at the warm tongue between your legs. He noticed your peak was near and moved his hand to enter a finger inside you, sliding it further in until he reached that sensitive spot inside you. He knew he found it when you jerked at his touch. He never slowed down his tongue as he now fingered you as well, bringing you to edge of release.

With only two more licks and a press against your sensitive spot inside, you contracted when your climax rushed through you, coming with a loud cry of his name. You didn’t give a single fuck about if anyone had heard you, since he made you cum so hard you saw spots. When the overwhelming feeling had calmed, you looked down at him, he was still between your legs, resting his face on your left thigh. Your juices over his face and his pupils blown wide.

He only allowed you a moment before he came back up, licking your lips and into your mouth when you opened it on instinct. He let go off you for a moment to take off his own robes, revealing abs and a dark happy trail leading to his thick hard cock. It had veins and a red leaking tip. You couldn’t wait to put it in your mouth, nevertheless inside you.

You sat up and moved on your knees, Gaius positioned himself on the bed, him now in your previous place against the pillows. You moved between his legs now and realised you had never sucked a cock before. Your husband always just immediately penetrated you and that was the end of it. “Do you ever do this for your husband?” He asked, his voice raspy as his eyes were glued to your tits. You shook your head. “Good.” 

He motioned you to come closer and he wrapped your hand around his cock, helping you pump it up and down. “Now just kiss it, and then wrap your lips and suck on it.” You did as told, you knew you’d do anything to him. You carefully kissed his tip, right at the slit where pre cum was dribbling out and he hissed at the feeling. Then you wrapped your lips around his uncut cock, he helped you pull the skin down a bit so his whole tip was exposed. You instinctively let your tongue swirl around his angry head, and he let out a cry of pleasure. 

You stopped for a moment, “Am I better than that whore from my husband’s party?” A grin played on his lips, “She doesn’t even slightly compare to you.” You smiled at his words and went back to swirling your tongue over his tip. “Fuck- go deeper- take it deeper- ah!” You took him deeper in your throat as he commanded and he grabbed your head. His other hand furiously holding on to the sheets.

He wasn’t too long but he was very thick and his was so much prettier and bigger than your husbands, it made you drool all over his cock. You wondered what his response would be to fondling his sack so you moved your free hand up his leg. He looked down at you with an open mouth, completely frozen when you started to massage his balls. He could only let out hitched breaths and grunts.

“K-keep going- almost there- please!” He moaned when you licked his slit, your other hand still giving his balls attention too. And soon his abdomen tensed, his breath stuck in his throat as his cock twitched in your mouth, then his seed spurted down your throat, a guttural moan leaving his. “Fuckkkk!” He came so much it dripped out of your mouth, on your chin as well as his shaft and balls. He gasped and moaned at the sight.

You let go of his cock and swallowed the salty liquid, he sat up and swiped his thumb over your chin, gathering the remainder of his seed and putting it in your mouth. You made sure to suck his thumb all clean before he pulled it out, chuckling at how dirty he had already made you. Gaius then pulled you towards him by your waist so you laid upon his chest. “I will have one of my men discreetly kill your idiot husband, so you might be mine.” You looked at him with uncertainty. “What?” He asked. 

“How though? My husband is a powerful man, we have a lot of guards.” He smiled sweetly at you before kissing your head. “Don’t worry about that, Agrippa and I will make a plan. Then we shall have the most beautiful wedding Rome has ever seen.” And so you got dressed after a while and looked for your husband. Gaius gave you a smile before blending in with the crowd. 

You were awoken by screams of members of the household, it had been a week since the party of Gaius and you anxiously awaited for your husband's death. You and Gaius knew he would never divorce you and so he had to die, in order for you to marry him. You threw the sheets off you and ran to where the screams were coming from. Your husband's room, finally. You were stopped by one of the servants who begged you to stay back but you pushed past him.

There he laid, in his bed, In a puddle of blood. Blood stain trails out of his nostrils, tear ducts and mouth, even out of his ears. What had Gaius done to him? Clearly some sort of poison. You pretended to be surprised and screamed, pretending to want to go to him and ‘struggling’ against the servant's grip holding you back, he then led you back to your room. Not long after the body was removed, the news was all over Rome. And a grim funeral followed. Gaius attended as well as his friend Agrippa and he ‘comforted’ you during the remembrance supper. 

Two days after the funeral, Gaius arrived at your house. You, by law, had inherited the estate and got approval to find a new husband, what the senate didn’t know, was that you had already picked one. And so the news of your wedding soon spread like wildfire across Rome, the women jealous and talking about how fast you had found a new husband. But you didn’t care.

The wedding itself was somehow better than your previous. A thousand had come, and you wore the finest jewellery and fabrics. Even Gaius had on a marvellous robe and his hair was for once neat. You couldn’t help but stare and smile at each other during the ceremony and it was soon officiated with a heated kiss. Gathering a loud applause from the guests. The rope that tied your gown was loosely fastened, ensuring Gaius would have easy access later that night.

You only had a quick supper party after the ceremony, wanting nothing more than to finally fuck your new husband. So you rushed up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the last guests to leave and immediately rushing to his bedchamber, slamming the door shut behind him he almost jumped you. Slamming his lips against yours in a frenzied kiss.

“Finally I have you.” He said between kisses, once again moving you to his bed. But this time it was you who climbed on top of him, grounding your hips against his, he easily pulled the rope out of its knot. Your gown almost fell off you with the rope discarded but Gaius helped pull it off anyway.

You could already feel how soaked you were. Your heated kiss resumed and Gaius’ hips bucked up into yours eagerly. “How about I just fuck you right now hm?” He groaned. He didn’t even pull off his own robe, rather he helped you lift up the skirts, revealing his aching cock. You held yourself steady with both hands on his chest, he lined his length up at your entrance and you carefully sank down on him.

Both of your moans filled the room, the sensation of his cock filling you up so well becoming overwhelming. “So fucking tight-” He gritted out, hips snapping up into you as his patience had run out. He had to have you, fill you with his child. The thought of you waddling around with a swollen belly made him dizzy. 

You rode him with urgence wanting nothing more than for him to fill you with his cum, the thought drove you crazy. His cock hit that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust and it made you a blabbering moaning mess, clenching down on his cock as you came with a cry. His grip on your hips tightened and he fucked into you mercilessly, soon his hips started to falter and cuss after cuss left his lips. With a couple more harsh pounds into you he filled you with his seed.

And just like last time, he came so much, it dripped out of you. He quickly turned you around and pulled out in the process. With two fingers he pushed his cum back inside ensuring a child would be on the way soon. And it worked, in no time you were walking around with a swollen belly, a proud look on Gaius’ face. But of course he still fucked you every night.

[pascaloverx]

for tom glynn-carney fans, I posted a new chapter of the fanfic of his character in 'regulars' Titus, and I would like to share this. I also posted a chapter of the Aegon Targaryen II fanfic, in case you're interested.

[irlplasticlamb]

the sun is shining out of my hands, it can burn, it can blind you all.

prints + merch + commission info pinned to profile :)

[br0kenangel]

He's a half time psycho that have done the worst crimes ever and should be in jail but I'm too busy admiring his beauty to actually care.

[ferideart]

Tom Glynn-Carney's performance as Aegon II Targaryen is too good not to use as a facial expression reference. He became one of my favorite actors on the show after S2.

[franzkafkagf]

god take all his pain away and give it to daemon targaryen

[moonlayl]

This man straight up had tear tracks on his face while walking towards his execution coronation 

[runningmunson]

Tom Glynn Carney for Vestal Magazine

[lonelymagpies]

First sketches for House of the Dragon Uni AU, Aegon goes first cause he’s the elder and i love him and he’s fun (and i feel too much pressure to draw Aemond yet)

[qyburnsghost]

I think making aegon a rapist of small folk type girls and a lover of small folk child fighting pits(some of which were his own bastards) was a mistake.

Because less than a month later he’s suddenly this super nice king of the small folk and it isn’t an act to make himself look good, he’s actually meaningful and heartfelt and it doesn’t fit with the supervillain depraved man they’ve sold us repeatedly last season.

[teolel]

Phia Saban and Tom Glynn-Carney about incestuous relationship between their characters and building that relationship on screen for DigitalSpy:

"My theory with it is that I think there's actually almost too much understanding that it would be painful to get into it.

So it's almost like they are both these people who feel way too much, and one of them goes out and one of them goes in to try and make up for that. And I think that they’re almost repentant magnets in that way.

I just feel like the tragedy is that the potential for that understanding is too large. And they're scared of that."

—Phia

"It felt like we'd sort of skipped a stage, really, because Phia and I knew each other anyway beforehand, and she's someone that I trust implicitly with everything, with work, with personal life and all that stuff.

So it felt like the bridge was already built. In terms of their relationship as characters? I mean, it's all over the place, isn’t it?"

— Tom

bonus from Phia:

"Yeah, we’re also just also gagging for more things together. We want to explore it more."

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ TGC Characters Masterlist ⭑

Main masterlist

𐙚 Smut - ☾ Angst - ✧ Fluff

Gaius Julius Caesar:

Mine all mine 𐙚☾ Summary: You hate your husband and want to be rid of him. Luckily, you meet a certain man who will change your life.

Malachy Granger (The Jetty):

Toxic Love 𐙚 Summary: You meet a mysterious, handsome guy while walking home. Would it hurt to accept the ride?

[pascaloverx]

stockholm syndrome

Summary: You’ve just started working at a local diner, where whispers swirl about the disappearance of the previous waitress. While some believe she simply grew weary of her ordinary life, the mystery surrounding her vanishing lingers. On your first day, a man with piercing blue eyes catches your eye. His name is Titus, and he was a frequent customer of the missing waitress.

Author's Note: This fanfic will romanticize abduction; please be aware of this. It may also include violence and inappropriate language. This fanfic features characters from the short film Regulars (2023).

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ONE

You replay the night you spent with Titus over and over in your mind, unable to forget his kind smile or the way his presence had warmed an otherwise lonely evening. But he had vanished after that day, leaving you with nothing but questions. Christmas had come and gone, yet the diner still clung to the festive spirit, its decorations and endless loop of holiday songs a stark contrast to the unease that lingered in your chest. You couldn’t help but wonder what you might have done to drive away someone as gentle as Titus.

"Y/N, you're closing the diner tonight, right? We've got a New Year’s party to get to, and we don’t want to be late," one of your coworkers says, already halfway out of her uniform.

The two of them always seemed to take advantage of your willingness to pick up the slack. "I was the one who stayed late on Christmas," you reply, your tone calm despite the indignation simmering beneath the surface. "Am I expected to spend New Year’s here as well?"

"Look, we all know you don’t have any family around here," one of your coworkers says with a dismissive shrug, already slipping into her coat. "So you might as well stay until the end of the shift. Simple as that. And don’t get upset just because that weird little customer hasn’t come back to see you."

The other coworker, fully dressed to leave, chimes in with a smirk, and you look at her, stunned by the sheer pettiness of her remark.

"His name is Titus, not 'weird little customer.' You're bitter, but don’t worry—go ahead and enjoy your party. I’ll close the diner," you reply coldly, glaring at her with disdain. Neither of them seems to care about your reaction; they’re simply thrilled to be off the hook.

As your coworkers leave without so much as a thank you, you continue tending to the few customers scattered around the diner. While delivering the orders for two tables, you hear the bell above the door chime. You glance up and freeze. There, standing in the entryway, is Titus. He’s dressed more formally this time, his shirt neatly pressed and held up by a pair of suspenders that lend him an old-fashioned charm. His gentle smile warms the room, but you meet it with a closed-off expression. You're torn, your emotions a mix of disappointment and self-preservation. Perhaps Titus was just a lonely customer who needed company that one night, and you happened to be there. You refuse to let yourself hope for more.

"Good evening, sir. Here is your menu. If you're ready to place your order, just call for me," you say as Titus takes a seat. You hand him the menu with practiced composure, doing your best to mask the effect his presence has on you.

"I thought we’d moved past such formalities," Titus murmurs, his tone soft but laced with a timid attempt at confidence.

"We can always be mistaken, sir," you reply, keeping your voice steady and neutral. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have another customer to attend to, but when you’re ready to order..." As you turn to leave, Titus gently takes your hand, his touch firm enough to stop you but still careful, almost hesitant. It’s enough to make you pause, your breath catching as you glance back at him. For a brief moment, his gaze holds yours, and the air feels heavier with unspoken words.

"May I explain the reason for my disappearance? Just give me a chance," Titus says softly, his eyes holding a pleading, almost puppy-like quality that leaves you momentarily flustered.

"At the end of the shift, you may explain whatever you wish, sir," you reply coldly, pulling your hand from his grasp with measured restraint.

For the rest of the evening, Titus remains at the diner, his presence as steady as the hum of the Christmas music playing in the background. Between attending to other customers and refilling his two cups of tea—which he ordered throughout the night—you find your gazes meeting far more often than you’d like. Each glance feels like an unspoken invitation, as if both of you were silently longing to bridge the space between you. You try to maintain your resolve, reminding yourself to keep your distance. Yet, the gentle warmth in his eyes chips away at your defenses, leaving you to wonder if opening your heart to him might not be as foolish as you fear.

"The shift is over," Titus says, his tone betraying how eagerly he'd been counting down to this moment alone with you.

"Very well, you may explain yourself while I finish closing the register. Not that you owe me an explanation," you reply, keeping your hands busy tidying up the diner to avoid meeting his gaze directly.

"The last time I was here, I mentioned having lost someone I loved," Titus begins, his voice quiet and uncertain, as if the words themselves might falter. "Speaking so openly with you made me reflect deeply on that loss—on whether I was ready to allow myself to feel vulnerable again, to open myself up the way I had before. Vulnerability is... delicate. I let my insecurities take hold and pull me away."

His voice wavers slightly, and this time, instead of the fidget toy he had used as a shield before, he clings to the cuff of his dress shirt, as though the fabric itself might offer him some semblance of steadiness. Each pause, each moment of hesitation, feels heavy with sincerity, and despite yourself, you find your resolve beginning to waver.

"Honestly, I was only upset because I couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong. But I must assure you, it was never my intention to pressure you," you say, guilt tugging at you for having misjudged him. As a gesture of reconciliation, you take the seat across from Titus, signaling that you’re ready to listen and let the tension dissolve.

"Nothing went wrong," Titus replies softly, his eyes holding yours with a quiet intensity. "In fact, you were one of the very few people I’ve ever felt so comfortable talking to." His hands fidget briefly before stilling, as though he’s resisting the urge to reach out—either to take your hand or to pull you closer. The sincerity in his voice lingers, filling the small space between you, making it impossible not to feel the weight of his words.

"Perhaps it would be easier if we simply see this for what it is—you as my customer, and I as your waitress," you say with an understanding smile, your tone gentle as you meet Titus's gaze.

He presses his lips together, his expression pensive, as though carefully weighing his words. "I’d like to think I’m more than just your customer," he finally says, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

As he nervously fidgets with the teacup in front of him, you instinctively reach out, placing your hand over his. His skin is cold to the touch, but the small gesture seems to ease the tension in his frame. His fingers still beneath yours, and for a moment, the world outside the quiet diner fades away.

"This is my favorite Christmas song," you murmur, your voice light as you try to shift the mood, noticing the faint blush that blooms on Titus's cheeks after you touched his hand.

As if summoned by a surge of bravery, he stands, his chair scraping softly against the floor. He extends his hand toward you, his expression both nervous and determined. "May I?" he asks, his voice steady yet gentle, the unspoken promise in his words clear. It’s an invitation, not just to dance but to share a moment of quiet magic amidst the humdrum of your workplace. The soft melody of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" swirls around you, creating a bubble of warmth and possibility, as if the world outside no longer matters.

"I’m honored," you say, taking his hand and stepping into the slow rhythm of the dance. Your movements are unhurried, and as the sway of the music draws you closer, your head naturally rests near Titus’s shoulder. He leans in, his face near yours as if breathing you in. What might have felt odd under different circumstances now seems profoundly intimate, a gesture so unspoken yet deeply meaningful.

At one point, he gently spins you, and when you return, colliding softly into his frame, you find yourselves face to face. His warm breath brushes against your skin, carrying the faint, comforting scent of vanilla. Before you can fully register the moment, he leans forward and places a soft, fleeting kiss on your lips—a delicate graze that leaves you stunned. But rather than pulling away, you cup his face in your hands, holding him close as you press your lips to his in return. This time, the kiss is fuller, imbued with tenderness and a stirring intensity, as if speaking the words neither of you dared to say aloud.

When your lips part, Titus exhales as though a weight has been lifted from his chest. "Will you go out with me tomorrow?" he asks, his body still close to yours, his voice soft but steady.

"Like a date?" you reply, a hopeful lilt in your tone as the possibility of something real between you begins to take shape.

"Yes, a date," Titus confirms, though his words are quiet, almost hesitant, as though unsure if he should suggest what comes next. "I could cook for you... at my place."

"It sounds perfect," you answer warmly, your smile breaking through any lingering nerves in his demeanor. Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek. He closes his eyes, a peaceful expression washing over him as though your acceptance is everything he dared to hope for and more.

[irlplasticlamb]

why have gods forsaken me?

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[futuregws]

Emma D'arcy is already getting snubbed and the award season isn't even here yet and who is doing that?? The fans. Bc listen the whole cast is amazing but there are some that stand out Emma D'arcy and Tom Glynn Carney are definitely two of them but I'm tired of people basically bringing the whole team black vs team green bullshit to real life now with the actors bc apparently it's impossible to say Tom or Emma were amazing without dragging all the other cast but specially God forbid someone mentions that Emma is a phenomenal actor (they literally had one line only in the first episode and yet they were able to express soooo much with their face and body and eyes in all the other scenes) the people that mention that will get dragged fr, it's almost like people forget both can coexist as fucking amazing and if they get nominated for awards they wouldn't even be in the same category, but honestly I do fear for Emma bc the amount of transphobia and disgusting hate they get already if they get nominated and Tom doesn't I can already see those weird fans throwing tantrums.

[borgialucrezia]

not to start again with the juan borgia/aegon ii targaryen failsons parallel but the fact that they are both desperately craving the love of their families, but are tragically fated to be despised by them instead. they grapple with deep-seated abandonment issues and a constant fear that their loved ones will ultimately reject them. they harbor a darkness within that drives them to behave impulsively and in a dangerous manner is so...it's getting too real guys!