#and his name is hercules

[half-bakedboy]

Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it

Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways. 

Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning. 

This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket. 

He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard. 

Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front. 

It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest. 

He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back. 

Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s. 

He’s Buck’s. 

He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it. 

“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek. 

Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror. 

Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.

“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks. 

“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—” 

Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern. 

It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. 

When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head. 

“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll. 

“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?” 

“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips. 

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away. 

“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked. 

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”

It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.

(now on ao3)

[berrybore]

Percy walking in with a Greek hero’s name and a different Greek hero’s curse and the most famous and looked up to Greek/Roman hero’s sword into camp Jupiter …

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

And because I recently read the Chocolate Box...Please enjoy one of the only things I feel like the show did right with this particular story...

Poirot looking super dapper in his Belgian police uniform:

The cut of this uniform is very flattering on him, I must say...especially with the way it accentuates his chest, his waist, and his ''''''''seat''''''''

And I love the design on the collar/sleeves. Very fancy/official

also. please look at his very silly official hat

Gotta say. Hugh Fraser may have been the eye candy of this show, but. David Suchet sure knows how to be pretty, too

[littlemissfae]

Okay, I'm writing my first Jasico fic, and I'm actually writing a lot and I think I might actually post some of this. Anyway, I thought I would share a few details from what I have already written. (I am not writing this in a way that is linear, however, that is how it is set up for actually reading it.)

Nico only calls Jason, 'Grace' or 'Praetor Grace' but once he gets comfortable, when they are alone he does start to call him Jason.

Jason fell first, which obviously means Nico has to fall harder.

Nico is a very passionate person but he isn't very affectionate. He calls Jason 'Caro', but when he is sleepy or disoriented calls him 'lupacchiotto' (little wolf).

Speaking of passionate, Jason shows Nico Hercules and he makes Jason pause it on the first sentence to rant about how Hercules was Roman and if it was going to use Greek terminology, his name would be Heracles.

They both agree that Octavian is the worst (before Nico even meets him).

Nico stays at Camp Jupiter to get over it (refering to Percy, but I like the idea that it could also mean being gay in general), then ends up falling for the Praetor.

Nico often sleeps in Jason's bed then shadow-travel to back to his own place before leaving. (He has nightmares)

Also, Jason prefers to be the little spoon and Nico doesn't mind despite the fact Jason is much taller and has a much bigger build. It's like a weighted blanket when Jason lays on top of him. It's comforting.

No one knew the nature of their relationship, but Hazel noticed little tics that Nico does when he is around those he likes spending time with and sees that Nico does some of those as well as new ones when he is near Jason.

[fabianvtugsart]

Hercules: You will like it here at Bigg city port, no big city. everyone knows each other all you have to do is do your job and respect everyone and you will fit in just fine...

Hercules: Say what was your name again?

Tophat: ... John - ..John B. Tophat

[I'm somewhat alive, I'm very sick so I just draw Top hat and Hercules meeting for the first time, If I'm going to remake my TTTE au I'm going to remaking my Tugs au]

[rknchan]

i'm cancelling agatha christie she's a fujoshi who got rid of the woman for getting in the way of her poirot x hastings otp

miss duveen is suffering a fate even worse than mary morstan . imagine youre living with your husband in fujking south america and this mf leaves you every time poirot needs him for a case. youre irrelevant for the plot and hastings probably forgot your name whatever

[gnomewithalaptop]

Damn, I really thought I was about to make some crazy observation here and connect the dots that Hercules was the one who gave Cassie the costume she ends up using for her Titans of Tomorrow Evil Arc, but alas, DC in 2007 was simply not on my level

[galaghiel]

(finally) introducing aster! another significant character in the runaway au

- he's the one that found tommy/theo and eventually took him as his apprentice. became some sorta father figure (as expected)

- he's very very vaguely based on the minotaur. for reasons that i think are very funny. to me.

- he suggested al's name, alcides. which is associated with heracles (me when i unknowingly named my son after another greek hero thus continuing the cycle etc etc)

[garf-lover96]

i had no idea that elton john is gay and now i'm embarrassed

[toads-treasures]

RIP Hercule Poirot you would have loved the☝️ emoji

[darthlenaplant]

I haven't actually read the books were Vera Rossakoff shows up yet, but from what I hear she's supposed to be more ~FLAMBOYANT~ than she was in the show (I really don't like her in the show, ngl.)

Anyway, I propose for the Poirot Modern AU that Vera Rossakoff be... a transwoman who also leans into it more fully and theatrically by also being a drag queen (I know they're not synonymous, but sometimes there's an overlap and I am interested. I mean, it could also be an either or situation. I would like more input from transwomen and dragqueens on this, but I don't know who to ask, so I will just yell this into the void.)

[pastelpousay]

HI GUYSSS SORRY IM KINDA LATE 😿

I MADE SOME “MINI COMICS” BUT ILL POST THEM LATER OR TOMORROW CUZ UGH IM SO PROUD 😻

Taglist for ppl that can somehow stand this bs

@delicatestringbean @re3tro0 @maddieinheaven @glacier-alchemist @persephoneflowerpetals @dreamwinged

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

Hi, Monsieur Poirot??

I’ms- ….I’m sorry, can we just.

Can we just. return for a moment. To what you called that ventriloquism doll??

WHY DID YOU NAME THE VENTRILOQUISM DOLL ARTHUR, MONSIEUR POIROT?? CAN’T BE BECAUSE YOU’RE MISSING A CERTAIN OTHER ARTHUR??? COULD IT????

[fabiansociety]

season three of poirot starts with him coming out of store selling "perfumes for distinguished gentlemen" and then he and hastings go to a flower show where a pink rose has been named after poirot.

inspector japp is there (?) and says, "i'm surprised you're not a pennyaster, poirot, instead of a hybrid tea; their smell is much stronger." which: japp, who knew

also at one point poirot is taking too long in the bathroom and miss lemon suggests that maybe he's dying his hair. "why would he dye his hair?" asks hastings. "he's a man." and the look she gives him…!

also aLSO hastings has terrible hayfever, so poirot brings miss lemon (!!) along on the case with him, this episode has everything

[orchideous-nox]

no rizz just a lip piercing, eyes that have been described as "mutant blue" and - wait did you just call him Hercules when talking about Greek Mythology? Okay, listen, Heracles is a little bi-

[rain-shoshana]

Every day I think about these lesbians from Agatha Christie’s Poirot season 1 episode 5 The Third Floor Flat. I hope they lived happily ever after.

Also the way Poirot and Hastings look at each other on the landing?!?!? It doesn’t get better than that.