#although then succession order would be wrong

[6ebe]

does anybody remember when I accurately predicted how game of thrones tv show would end bc I had a basic understanding of how the Tudor dynasty ended. lol.

#like genuinely the parallels in the book aren’t even slick #<-although again let’s hope the book series doesn’t end same as the show LOL #Robert = Henry viii #Joffrey and tommen as Edward vi (boy prince who dies young) #dare I say stannis = Mary I bc religious extremism #Cersei as lady Jane grey probably #or if you want the whole ‘named someone their successor in their will and got killed very quickly’ you could say that she’s Ned #although then succession order would be wrong #that does leave us without an Elizabeth though. renly is my Elizabeth I though 😞 #and THEN you get James I coming down from #Scotland to sort out everyone’s mess 🥴 #<- and that’s why I guessed a stark. and an unimportant one at that who hadn’t been involved in the fighting I argued. it’s funny that I was #except he was gay and everyone hated him and he set in motion what led to the civil war so 🤷‍♀️ #anyway as a girlie with a history degree nothing in those books is insanely #shocking to ME personally. although it’s interesting to see how my opinions have shifted in the last 4 years #early modern U.K. isn’t even rly my era and I still know this sndjdkfkf #also I know #in theory everyone says the books are based on war of the roses but imho robs rebellion works better in that sense than anything else #so then I use the Tudors as my framing for what goes on during the timeline #but again it’s all circular bc you have the war of the roses and not too much later you get the English civil war so #anyway dynasties I actually studied at uni are like. the Carolingians and Capetians and Hohenstaufen’s / Holy Roman Empire #and then tang song and Sui . which all give me a lot of perspective on how these processes work #election based succession no look at Holy Roman Empire #‘best amongst brothers’ succession yes look at dynastic China #my conclusion here is that renly was correct rip 🫡 #<- although I would be remiss to not highlight that several Chinese dynasties did practise primogeniture. but many of the most successful #ones didn’t #like I still can’t believe so many fans still think renly was insane like blood tanistry literally was such a thing historically that it #even has a silly sounding name. it was widely practised #him wanting to call an older brother is also what dany did and no one shits on her for that 🥴

[radiance1]

Vlad owns a bakery.

It is, however, on the very downlow. The CEO of a massively successful corporation being known as the owner of a mere bakery would make it far too easy for people to access him, which would then lead to him having to hire people to keep said people who didn't come for the bakery out and that would just really ruin the mood.

On the other hand, he's also keeping it a secret from the Fenton family, he doesn't need them trying to install their 'defense systems' into his bakery because first of all, he already had his own. Second of all he's strong enough that most ghosts don't even want to try him and he could take care of any normal human and thirdly, he doesn't want that bumbling fool to bust down his walls because he can't grasp the concept of a door.

His bakery is successful, not enough to be famous, but he has a steady selection of customers. He doesn't want his bakery to be famous either, he would prefer to keep a good pool of regulars that were nice and calm.

After all, money is never an issue.

Of course, he has a few part timers, who he pays handsomely for their time.

Simple logic really.

More money = happy = greater efficiency.

Of course, Vlad knows that he's overpaying them more than the normal amount, but does he care?

No.

Because after all, as he has said.

Money is never an issue.

Recently, there's been a man by the name of Constantine coming by his bakery, who came at first by recommendation, took one of his items, paid and then left.

Then came back a few days later, then when Vlad showed himself from inside his kitchen and personally took the guy's order (his usual part timer called in sick) and the guy seemed to stare at him for a second too long, before getting his stuff and leaving.

Then the time he visited became shorter.

And shorter.

Until he was visiting daily.

Constantine seemed to have a certain... interest, in Vlad whenever he was around, and of course, Vlad noticed. Why wouldn't he?

Now, Vlad normally wouldn't have the time nor want to respond to the crushes of people he couldn't care less about, especially when he had Maddie. But, after recently accepting that Maddie has no interest in him and finally deciding to let that obsession that was fueled by spite, pettiness and some misguided feelings go.

Well, you could say he had time.

And Constantine wasn't displeasing to the eye.

===

There was a demon masquerading as a normal man in this bakery.

Constantine was sure of it, the bakery owner didn't feel human, and Constantine could tell from a glance that he wasn't. He wasn't exactly expecting it though, going to a bakery after the one he actually liked shut down due to financial problems, and then finding its owner to be a demon.

He was surprised to say the least, as well as disappointed, because after dealing with the demon in disguise the bakery would most probably shut down.

Except, the owner wasn't going around secretly killing people in the dark or torturing their minds or making them his eternal servants. In fact, he seemed to be treating them well, if what he gathered was correct.

They had a far higher pay than a part timer would normally have, they could call in sick and Vlad would accept that, even say that they just couldn't show up or feel mentally able to do their job that day and Vlad wouldn't care, wouldn't fire them, just tell them to come in when they can.

Weird, for a demon.

So, Constantine stayed his hand.

But he was waiting, waiting for that mask to slip up juuuuust the tiniest bit, make the wrong move, and then Constantine would send him back to hell where he originated from.

It would be shame, the treats he cooked were delectable and completely and utterly normal. But he could just find another bakery to eat at.

Although probably not as good.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - none. live dove: tender and sweet.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here, old friend.”

Xianyun startled, stiffened, but recovered quickly – keeping her expression schooled and impassive as the so-called ‘mortal’ man, Zhongli, took a seat beside her. “You must have the wrong person, stranger,” she responded, eventually, never so much as glancing in his direction. “I’m sure we’ve never met.”

Zhongli let out a breath of a laugh. “A chance encounter, then – of two souls who must’ve known each other in a past life.” He paused, following her gaze. It was trained with an almost violent intensity towards you, the young tailor comparison fabric samples dutifully on the opposite side of the small shop. He’d only come to retrieve a set of burial garments Wangsheng Funeral Parlor had employed you to modify, but her unexpected presence had been a welcome surprise. “Although, I can’t say it seems like you choose this destination on a whim.”

She straightened, crossing her arms over her chest with an indignant huff. “When one is preparing oneself for a reemergence into society, one cannot be caught unprepared. Clothes, although often seen as frivolous expenditures, can be the defining factor in the success of one’s reintroduction.”  

“And I suppose,” Zhongli started, with a thoughtful hum. “That your own skill as a seamstress has waned in the past century?”

“Don’t be moronic.” It was an instinctual rebuttal, cutting and concise, only slightly undercut by the way she pursed her lips. “In spite of one’s own considerable talent, it’s not unwise to seek a professional opinion when unsure of modern fashions.”

“A professional opinion, which could only be found in one of the smallest shops in Liyue Harbor run by perhaps the most inexperienced—”

Her elbow jutted out, spearing Zhongli’s side and cutting him off as you approached – cradling a rolled bolt of fabric the color of the sky as it approached midnight, two strips of teal satin and black lace thrown over your shoulder. “I’m sorry for the delay, miss. We just received the loveliest dendrobium-treated silk from Inazuma, and—” You seemed to notice Zhongli for the first time, greeting him with a quick nod and a bright smile. “Zhongli, sir! I have your order in my workshop – I can grab it for you now.” And then, to Xianyun, “Do you mind if we take your measurements when I get back, Miss Xianyun?”

“Of course, dear. Take all the time you need.” For the first time, her eyes fell away from you and to the fabric in your arms, her head lulling gently to the side. “Its beauty is truly wonderous to behold.”

You really were charming, in all your obliviousness. With an enthusiastic nod and a few more words of praise to your supplies, you were off to your workshop to retrieve Zhongli’s materials. As soon as you’d disappeared behind the curtained doorway, he turned to Xianyun. “Its beauty is truly wonderous to behold,” he repeated, melodically. “I didn’t know you were such a poet, dear friend.”

“One more word,” she took a sharp breath, glaring daggers at the furthest wall. “And I will turn ever statue of Rex Lapis in this archon-forsaken nation to dust.”

Zhongli only grinned, leaning back with a slight hum.

At least Ganyu would be happy to know her mentor was seeking more youthful companionship.

#woman loving wednesday #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact imagines #cloud retainer x reader #xianyun x reader

[rodolfoparras]

But like instead of sugar daddy Price how about sugar baby Price.

Thinking about Sugar Baby!Price

Pairing: John Price x Male Reader

Cw: power dynamic, sugar daddy/ sugar baby dynamic, age gap,

Thinking about Sugar baby! Price who signed up to a sugar baby/ daddy website in an attempt to earn some money on the side but because of his age he only gets a handful of matches and those that he gets never lead to dates.

But one day, after going without a match for a good couple of weeks, he gets matched with someone.

At first Price is confused because in his preferences he clearly states that he would rather be matched with a woman but on his screen there’s a picture of you, a man, who looks to be much younger than he is. By looking further into your profile, he sees that you’re a successful businessman, who’s looking for a date to attend with you to events and he can also see you’ve got no gender preference.

So it couldn’t have been a mistake right?

But Price is still hesitant because he’s never been on a date with a man and he’s heard his fair share of horror stories of sugar daddies from the women that frequented the same site, but money is money and Price finds himself accepting the offer.

However as he drives over to the restaurant he can’t keep doubts from creeping into his head, wondering if there’s a slight chance that you’re expecting a woman on this date.

But all doubts disappear when he walks through the door only to be met with the sight of your smiling face as you go to pull out a chair for him.

So far you seem polite, charming even and you look really handsome. Price might have only dated women before but he can admit when a man looks good. However looks can be deceiving and behind that exterior there might be someone that’s expecting more of him, something more like sex.

Just hearing the word echoing in his head has his throat drying up as he fiddles with the napkin in his hand. “I’d like to make one thing clear, I’m perfectly okay with dates but anything past that-“

He’s abruptly cut off by you, a chore of no’s escaping your lips as you frantically wave your hands in the air.

“Oh no no no I don’t do that I don’t sleep with uh my clients”

Oh, okay. Good.

“I didn’t think-“ he shakes his head, looking down at the table, feeling his neck, ears and cheeks burn.

“Don’t get me wrong,sir-“

“John” the older man corrects, looking up at you beneath long black lashes and you feel heat creep up your own neck, ears and cheek.

“Don’t get me wrong John, you’re very attractive,” you say with a soft smile still displayed on your face, but the only thing he can focus on is your words.

Attractive .

Attractive ?

You found him attractive.

“But I’m just looking for a date to attend with me to different type of events,”

Price who’s still lost in the thought that you find him attractive only nods his head and the two of you proceed to order dinner.

The date goes exceptionally well. For whatever reason you seem more interested in hearing him talk about himself rather than talking about yourself.

Although it may sound wrong in someone’s ear, he can’t help but love how much attention you’re paying to him.

You even drive him home instead of asking your Chauffeur to do so and you don’t leave until he’s safe inside his house.

When he goes inside he almost feels like a teenager, face flushed hair mussed, hands jittery and you haven’t even done anything!

And when he gets a text asking for another date he happily agrees to it.

Date after date and you continue to stick to your words, never initiating anything that might make him uncomfortable but for whatever reason Price is unable to shake the feeling of disappointment that starts to grow inside of him.

The doubts that have made home in his mind start telling him that maybe you don’t even find him attractive.

Price isn’t stupid he knows he isn’t young anymore, that he isn’t the most desirable bachelor in the world but that doesn’t mean that it hurts any less knowing that you don’t find him attractive.

However things take a turn one day, when the two of you are trying out suits that he can wear for an event.

As he stands there in the changing room, looking at his reflection in the mirror, he can’t help but feel a surge of confidence running through his body.

For the first time in a while he feels attractive. You’d gone out of your way to get a tailored suit for him even though he’d vehemently denied it, fearing it’d be too expensive and that he had a perfectly fine suit somewhere buried inside of his closet.

But now that he’s looking at himself he can’t help but feel immensely thankful for your kind gesture because the suit hugs his curves so well, the rich black color compliments his skin tone beautifully, and there’s even a pop of blue in his pockets and buttons that match the color of his eyes.

Prior to this you even made sure he got a haircut and trimmed his mutton chops.

“I have to admit, I’ll miss these curls” you say while running a hand through his sandy brown hair, and once again he feels heat creep up his cheeks neck and ears “But Marisa knows what she’s doing”

And he couldn’t agree more, whilst looking at himself in the mirror, hair much shorter now and slicked back, with facial hair trimmed and showing off the sharpness of his features.

When he walks out to show you the outfit, he hears a small gasp escape your lips while your eyes trail down his body.

Once again he can feel heat creeping up on him but he also feels a surge of confidence- a sense of power for having affected you in this way.

You finally manage to pull your eyes away from him, awkwardly clearing your throat as you go to speak “you look good John, really good” you say the second part quieter.

He manages to respond with a smooth thank you, tone sounding like the one he only ever used to charm his late wife, even biting back a smirk while saying that.

On the night of the event the two of you almost seem to be glued to each other. You don’t do anything to overstep boundaries but he can see the way your gaze is trained on him, the way you keep almost a possessive hand on his hip and the compliments that just keep rolling off your tongue while chatting with him.

When the night nears to an end and you’re walking him to his door he can’t help but get lost in his thoughts, in the feeling of you arm slung over his shoulder the smell of your cologne and the compliments that never seem to stop rolling off your tongue.

It all ends with him uttering the words “would you like to come in?” you freeze in your step and fall silent for a moment before finding your words again “Are you sure we don’t have to-

“I want to” he croaks out, throat suddenly feeling dry “I really really want to”

#there will be more parts Mwah #I didn’t want to jam it all into one #you have found my weekness anonie bc I love this trope #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #top male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #bottom male character #adding this tag bc eventually it’ll get there

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Moving on to You

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: Aaron finally tells his longtime crush about his feelings when he almost loses her (Sequel to Move On)

Warning: jealousy, pining, awkward dates, canon level violence, non-accurate medical stuff

Word Count: 4.5K

Masterlist

A/N I've had this in my drafts for months and I finally decided to finish and publish it per request

Aaron Hotchner is the definition of levelheaded. He’s renowned in the FBI not only for his success rate at catching criminals but also for his professionalism. And snapping a pencil with his fist whilst staring at his subordinate through his office window as she smiled up at an unknown agent was incredibly unprofessional. He knew this wasn’t the first man she had gotten to know over the past year but this was the first time he was forced to actually witness her flirting with another man.

He knew he had no right to be jealous, their relationship had never progressed beyond friendly in the year that Y/N had been on the team. Still he couldn’t help but feel the slight clench of pain in his chest every time he saw her smile at her phone or overheard one of her conversations with another team member about a new guy.

Nonetheless his professionalism prevailed as he began to review potential cases. He noted one regarding a serial killer just outside of DC, setting it aside to pass onto Garcia.

~

The next morning the team was assembled in the conference room as Penelope relayed the information about a killer who had been targeting strippers. Although Aaron’s attention was on Y/N as he observed her clearly exhausted body language. Probably a date night with that agent, he thought cynically.

Soon enough Penelope was done speaking. “We’ll head out in 30. Meet in the garage then,” he ordered as the rest of the team. He was headed out towards his office when he stopped as he heard Morgan’s voice.

“Up late with the new boy toy?” Derek teased.

“I guess you could say that,” Y/N answered casually. “I’m not seeing him anymore.”

“Wait why?” JJ asked suddenly. Similar to what Aaron wanted to ask.

He was still turned away from the group but Aaron could practically hear Y/N’s shrug. “Just weren’t clicking anymore.”

“What was he into something weird? Like a foot fetish?” Derek asked with full seriousness.

Y/N laughed. “I’m not answering that.”

“So he was!” Derek shouted as she passed Aaron down to the bullpen.

The rest filed out of the conference room as Aaron continued to pretend to be busy with the file. “She’s single again,” Rossi sung quietly.

“I am aware and I don’t see how that affects me,” Aaron tried to deflect.

“Oh come on, I see the way you watch her. I also noticed a broken pencil in your trash can. Did you Hulk-out when you saw her with that agent yesterday?”

“Wait why were you in my office?”

“Doesn’t matter. The point is she’s single, you’re single, and you’ve been in love with her for the past year-”

“No I haven’t,” Aaron suddenly cut in, sounding like a teenage girl. He cleared his throat. “I’m not in love with her. Besides she’s my subordinate-”

“And you don’t want anyone to think she’s on the team for the wrong reason blah, blah, blah,” Rossi finished. “You said that a year ago. Besides, at this point, no one would think that. You deserve to be happy, Aaron. Get out there and get the girl!”

With those words Dave left, leaving Aaron in his thoughts. Could they actually be together? Would she even want him?

He pushed those thoughts aside, getting ready to head out with the rest of his team. Including the girl who consumed his every thought.

~

“I’m SSA Hotchner, these are SSAs Jareau, Morgan, Rossi, L/N, Prentiss, and Dr. Reid,” Aaron introduced his team to the town’s sheriff.

“We appreciate you guys coming so fast. The people here aren’t used to this type of crime,” Sheriff Osborne explained, leading the feds through the police station.

Aaron tried to listen to the sheriff’s information but rather he was keenly aware of all the police officers stares. Pushing through it, the agents followed the sheriff into a conference room that would serve as their setup.

“Alright, JJ and Reid, head to the medical examiner. We need to figure out what exactly he’s doing to these girls. Morgan and I will go to the clubs these girls were working, see if there was anyone who stuck out to the other dancers. Rossi and Prentiss, head to the most recent crime scene. L/N, I want you to work on the geographical profile,” Aaron ordered.

That last order raised an eyebrow for everyone on the team. “But… Reid usually does the geographical profile,” Y/N suggested gently, a confused twinge in her voice.

“Yes, well since it seems you can’t stop talking about your personal life I figured it’d be best if you work alone for a little while.” The second those words left Aaron’s mouth he instantly regretted them. Y/N looked taken aback by his rude words but having never questioned his authority she just lowered her gaze to the ground. Looking around the other members of his team looked aghast at his words too. Aaron’s soft spot for the newest agent had been noticed by everyone on the team (except of course the agent in question) so seeing him be so outrightly rude was jarring. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, especially not humiliate her in front of the team, but he was so frustrated having to hear the others question Y/N on her love life around the office and in the car.

Seeing that he shouldn’t continue barking orders, Aaron turned to exit the room, the rest following. Unseen by him was every member of the team giving Y/N sympathetic looks.

Once buckled inside their SUV, Morgan began to question his boss. “What was that with L/N back there? We all talk about our personal lives all the time and it’s never affected our work, Y/N included.”

Aaron sighed, really not having a good reason for his outburst. “She brought that agent into our office unauthorized. He shouldn’t have even had access to our floor.”

“So you yell at her a day later in front of an entire precinct?”

“Morgan, drop it,” Aaron said sternly, not wanting to continue this. Seeing as there was no point in continuing, Derek kept his mouth shut but the ride to the club was tense the rest of the way.

~

“Hey, sorry about your boss,” a voice interrupted Y/N’s intense concentration on the map in front of her. She whipped her head around to look at him, a little startled. Seeing her alarm the young officer took a step back. “Didn’t mean to scare you, just thought you might like some coffee.”

“Hmm? Oh! Thanks,” she said, her brain catching up to his words. She took the coffee gratefully, taking a sip. It was made wrong but not wanting to seem ungrateful she gave the officer a smile.

“Thought you could use it after your boss treated you so badly,” the officer empathized.

Y/N sucked in a breath. “You saw that, huh?”

“I think everyone saw it,” the officer chuckled awkwardly. “I’m Officer Olson, but you can call me Cole.” Y/N took a second to observe the man. He wasn’t necessarily her type, her having a thing for the dark, brooding types, but he was certainly attractive.

“Agent Y/N L/N,” she introduced.

“So what are you working on, Agent Y/N L/N?” he asked, saying her name flirtatiously.

She let out a small laugh at his tone. “Um it’s called a geographical profile. We take every significant location like homes, workplaces, abduction sights, crime scene, disposal sights, etc. to get an idea of these killers comfort zones. Which often leads us to where they will either strike next, where they live or work, or what their holding place might be in cases where victims are abducted.”

“Wow, this profiling stuff is crazy. I’ve heard you guys can tell someone’s entire life story from just one look,” he teased.

“I don’t know about that but yeah, you can learn a lot about a person from just a conversation if you pay close attention.”

“What can you tell about me?”

Y/N looked him up and down. His body language screamed that he was interested in her but she didn’t want to embarrass him too much. “You have the confidence of a youngest son and let me guess, you were in a frat in college?” The officer blushed, surprised she sussed that out so quickly. “You’re here as an officer for glory and you got it, the people here already admire you. You actually got the chance to move onto something bigger, probably DC, but it’s easier to stand out in your small hometown.” Cole just stared at the pretty FBI agent, slightly mortified that she saw through him so clearly. His first instinct was deny it but something about her made him think twice. She just smirked at his silence. “Gotcha.”

Before Officer Olson could say anything, two other FBI agents walked into the room. “Careful L/N,” Rossi interrupted the pair, “Hotch was pulling up as we walked in.”

“Guess I better go,” Cole said sheepishly. “Nice to meet you Agent Y/N.” She couldn’t help the smile that found it’s way onto her face at the use of her title and first name.

“Damn, already moving onto a different guy?” Emily asked with a chuckle.

“No, he just came in and introduced himself,” Y/N brushed off. Emily and Rossi both just hummed in disagreement.

As the BAU chief walked in he didn’t notice the burning gaze of Officer Olson. What he did notice was the way Y/N seemed to shy away from his very presence. As he stepped into the conference room his heart clenched when she met his gaze but just turned away, busying herself with the board that showed the geographical profile.

~

After a fitful night of regret, Aaron decided to apologize to his young agent in the morning. But as he opened his door to his crappy motel room into the crappy hallway he could hear two voices.

“Thought I’d bring you some coffee that didn’t come from an old police station coffee pot,” a masculine voice flirted.

“Thank you,” came the giggle from Y/N. Aaron practically groaned to himself. This couldn’t be happening again.

“I was wondering… if you’re not too busy,” the voice changed, gaining a nervous lilt, “if you’d like to get dinner with me on a slower night before you and your team leave? I know you’re actively chasing a serial killer so it doesn’t have to be fancy.” The voice seemed to have caught themselves, changing their pitch. “O-or it can be really fancy! Whatever you want! I’m not picky I-”

“I’d love to have dinner with you,” Y/N’s calming voice interrupted, putting the boy out of his misery. “We can do tonight. Just grab something easy and nearby.”

“Ye- yeah, I’d like that.” Aaron internally rolled his eyes at being able to hear the bright smile in this guy’s voice. “I’ll uh see you then.”

“See you later.” Aaron sighed internally, hearing the door to Y/N’s room close softly. She had been single for what? 24hours? And he had still lost his opportunity? Deciding that his emotions were running too high to talk to Y/N right now, he just let his door fall back closed, deciding to just get ready for the day.

~

“When I graduated from the FBI academy I was placed in the Human Resources branch because of my psych degree. Obviously, that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to do so when I heard about an opening in the Behavioral Analysis Unit I jumped at it and fortunately my boss, Hotch, was willing to take a chance on me. Agent Rossi and the rest of the team pretty much taught me everything I know,” Y/N explained as her date stared at her in awe.

“Wow, that’s quite the resume you have,” he chuckled nervously, taking a sip of his drink. “I’ll admit it’s been a long time since I went on a date where the girl’s career was more impressive.” Y/N quirked her eyebrow at that but didn’t say anything. “Not that it’s an issue, just not a lot going on around here.”

She just hummed looking down at her food. She tried to covertly push away the peas in her food, not wanting to insult Cole’s food choice.

There was an awkward beat of silence between the two that was fortunately broken up by Y/N’s phone ringing. She felt a sense of relief reading her boss’ name flash across the screen. “Hey Hotch,” she answered.

“L/N, where are you?” his stern voice cut to the chase.

“Um, this place called Vincent's with Officer Olson. It’s like 15 minutes from the station. Why?”

Aaron pushed through the reoccurring pang in his chest. “Some other officers cornered our unsub, James Stevens, in a strip club. He’s holding five girls hostage inside.”

“Where is it?”

“125 North St. 5 minutes east of you.”

“I’ll be right over,” Y/N quickly cut in.

“L/N, do not engage before the rest of us get there. Got it?”

“Yeah, I understand,” she agreed begrudgingly. She hung up the phone, already collecting her things. “I have to go, the unsub is holding a group of girls hostage inside a club 5 minutes from here.”

“Oh shit,” Cole exclaimed, grabbing his things and leaving some cash on the table. The pair quickly jumped into their respective cars, lights and sirens blaring as they headed to the club.

As soon as Y/N jumped out of the SUV several officers flocked towards her. “Scene is yours agent, what do you want to do?” Sheriff Osborne asked.

“Any shots fired? Do we have confirmation the girls are alive?”

“Snipers have eyes on three of the girls and we have no reason to believe the other two are dead. Upon entering he fired randomly, killing a few patrons per witnesses. Thing is, when he took control he let every man leave but held all the girls.”

“Okay,” she acknowledged, trying to figure out what her next move would be. Based on the profile she knew he was negotiable but if he felt any sort of threat he’d go down guns blazing, taking down anyone he could. “I’m going in to talk to him.”

“I can’t let you do that,” Cole’s voice suddenly interrupted. He had grabbed Y/N’s arm, looking at her with pleading eyes. She just stared at him, confused before sliding her arm out of his grip.

“Agent, shouldn’t you wait for your team?” The sheriff’s voice interrupted the awkward encounter.

“This guy’s going to get more agitated and unstable the longer we wait. I’m going in now,” she said, pulling the gun out of her waistband and handing it to the sheriff. “And don’t let anyone in there until I call for it. We could lose a lot of lives if we spook this guy.”

The sheriff nodded as she approached the door.

~

“Agent L/N is entering the building,” crackled over the radio as Hotch and the rest of the team raced through the streets.

“What?” Aaron’s mind was going a mile a minute. “Repeat that,” he called over the radio.

“Agent L/N has entered the building to begin negotiations,” the police reporter called over the radio again.

Derek stared at the radio in shock from the passenger seat. “Hotch-” he began, wanting to slam his foot on the gas.

“I know,” he said, already pressing the car to go faster than they had been going previously.

They arrived on scene in record time, Hotch barely taking the time to throw the car in park. He was immediately heading for the door, not bothering to get all the information he would normally wait for, too set on getting the woman he was in love with out. “Stop him!” he heard a sudden shout. Several officers flocked to him in an effort to block his path. Whirling around furiously he found a desperate looking sheriff. “Agent L/N said that if anyone goes in there a lot of lives will be lost. And I’m guessing your agent would be one of them.”

Aaron wanted to pull rank and argue but he knew the sheriff was right but he was desperate to get his agent out of there safely.

“I tried to stop her,” an officer interrupted. Aaron recognized the voice from the hallway. All he could muster was an annoyed look before turning his attention back to the sheriff.

“Do we have a line of communication?”

“Yeah, we have Stevens on the phone. No one’s talked in a while though, we’ve just been listening to your agent try to calm him down.”

Soon enough the BAU chief had the phone. “Agent L/N, exit the building, that’s an order.”

It took a second but he got a shaky, “Not gonna happen, Hotch.”

“L/N-”

“You heard the lady,” a new voice cut him off. James Stevens. “She doesn’t want to leave yet. C’mon, let me keep her for a little while longer?” he pleaded sarcastically. “The pretty girls rarely keep their clothes on nowadays. Agent L/N is a breath of fresh air.”

Aaron clenched his jaw at his words. “We can work something out James.” Covering the microphone he leaned over to one of the officers. “Tell the snipers to take the shot of they get it,” he whispered.

“Come on you know there’s no walking out of this a free man, just let us walk out and we’ll talk this out,” he heard Y/N’s voice. There was a minute of silence and Aaron could only imagine what the psychopath inside was doing. “At least let the girls go. I’ll stay, I’ll be your collateral.”

“Agen-” Aaron immediately began to reprimand.

“Shut up!” James shrieked through the phone so loud Aaron had to pull it away. “Fine,” he heard more quietly. “You five, go! You stay.”

Once again Aaron covered the microphone. “As they’re coming out, go.”

~

All the girls started immediately scrambling up, heading for the door. It happened so fast there was hardly time to register it.

The first girl reached the door, wrenching it open. She was immediately met with a wall of SWAT officers. They pressed inside, guns up as the girls shrieked and scrambled away. “No!” Y/N heard herself shout, going towards them. Mistaking her attempt to salvage the situation as an effort to escape, Stevens was on her in a second.

She felt a sharp pain pierce her abdomen as he tackled her to the ground. She then felt him slump against her before being quickly pushed off, a SWAT officer kneeling over her, calling for a medic.

~

“Agent down, agent down,” Aaron heard the report come over the radio. He was immediately tearing away from the phone, running towards the entrance of the club. But Rossi intercepted him before he could go inside.

“I know, I know, I heard,” Dave tried to calm down his friend. “But EMTs just went in and you don’t need to be in the way.” Aaron began to protest but was cut off again. “I know it’s hard to watch the woman you love be hurt again but Y/N will be fine.”

Before Aaron could continue arguing he caught sight of Y/N being rolled out on a gurney. Dave let him go as he followed the EMTs to the ambulance. But before he could climb in the same officer from earlier ran up. “I-I’m her boyfriend,” he explained as he tried to climb up into the ambulance.

With those words Aaron nearly snapped. Despite his insecurity in his place in Y/N’s life, he knew that was a complete fallacy. She would never move that fast with a complete stranger. “Officer,” he caught the young man’s attention.

Cole visibly paled seeing Y/N’s boss. “A-agent Hotchner.”

Satisfied with the boy’s scared shitless expression, Aaron turned back to the EMT’s. “SSA Aaron Hotchner,” he introduced, pulling out his badge. “This is my agent and I will be accompanying her to the hospital.” And with that, he sent Officer Olson one last glare before climbing in.

Upon entering the ambulance the EMT stepped out, shutting the doors. As he took a seat, he realized his agent was still awake, albeit in agony. “Y/N? I’m right here,” he said, taking her blood soaked hand. Her shirt had been removed, allowing him to see the stab wound that had been tightly wrapped with blood soaked bandages. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault, Aaron,” she said through gritted teeth, her face twisted in pain as they hit a bump in the road. “I’m so cold an-and tired.”

He couldn’t help but notice the way she said his first name. It was refreshing, almost a relief, to hear his name come from her lips. “Hey, no just stay awake for a little while longer. We’re almost to the hospital.” Y/N just nodded, tears of pain and fear running down her cheeks.

“Why’d you come?” she suddenly asked. “I thought you hated me.”

It physically pained Aaron to hear that. “I’m so sorry I’ve been treating you the way I have on this case. I just couldn’t help but…” Aaron hesitated with the next words. He didn’t want to be vulnerable but she deserved the truth. “…be jealous.”

That took Y/N’s mind off of the pain. “Jealous?”

Aaron hung his head. “Yes, I-I’ve had feelings for you ever since you joined. I understand if you want to take some time away after this or even transfer to another team of your choice. I just thought you were owed an explanation for my behavior.”

“Y-you’ve had feelings for me for that long?”

Aaron squeezed her hand again. “Please don’t make me say it,” he asked but inside, he’d humiliate himself a million times to make up for what he did and earn her affection.

“Just this once,” she requested, tears pricking her eyes, whether from pain or emotion. “I need to be sure it’s not the blood loss.”

Aaron sighed softly, admiring her face. “I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you for the last year.”

“I’ve felt the same about you,” she confessed.

“Say it,” Aaron pressed, his other hand now clutching onto their already joined hands.

“I love you, Aaron.”

A smile tugged at Aaron’s lips. He hadn’t realized how much tension had gathered and with Y/N’s confession it all dispersed. Reaching a hand up to her face he cupped her cheek, tangling his fingertips into her hair. “You’re gonna be okay,” Aaron promised. “You have to be okay.” But he could see her eyes slipping closed and he could feel how clammy her skin was. “You gotta stay awake, sweetheart. C’mon.”

“It hurts,” she groaned through half closed lids.

“I know, you’re almost there.”

~

It took a few hours of surgery and another couple days of rest in the hospital but Agent L/N was finally discharged to go home. Unfortunately, she had to have a caretaker for that period of time. Fortunately, her boss/the man who was in love with her, was more than happy to take responsibility for his agent.

“Almost there,” Aaron tried to soothe a very tired and pained Y/N. Taking a few deep breaths, she found the strength to hobble over to her bed with a lot of support from Aaron.

She let out a groan as Aaron helped settle her on the bed. As he gripped her hand, he couldn’t help but see flashes of blood, remembering that night in the ambulance. “I’m gonna grab your bag from the car. Be right back,” Aaron promised with a peck to her lips.

While grabbing her bag was a legitimate excuse, he really just needed a minute to calm himself down. He needed to remember that Y/N was safe, not lying on a surgical table or in the back of an ambulance bleeding out.

He quickly hurried back into her apartment after grabbing her bag, re-entering the bedroom. “Here you are,” Aaron said, leaning the go-bag up against her dresser which was placed next to the bed. “I guess I’ll um let you rest,” he murmured out awkwardly. As much as he’d rather stay over she probably wanted some time to relax. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Aaron,” her voice interrupted him as he turned towards the door. Pivoting on his heel, he looked back at her. “Can you… um… just stick around for a little while? Every time I closed my eyes when I was alone in the hospital all I could see was him.”

That surprised Aaron a bit but it felt as if his entire being melted. She wanted him to protect her?

“Yeah, of course,” he agreed. There was no place in her bedroom to sit so he settled on the end of the bed. “‘M glad you feel safe with me,” he murmured.

“I do,” she confirmed. “You’re like my personal bodyguard,” she said, recalling memories of him barking orders at doctors when she was in pain or when annoying officers came to visit.

“I’m glad,” he smiled. He helped her settle into a lying position before resuming his place at the foot of the bed, regretfully letting out a yawn. After all, being a personal bodyguard was exhausting.

She noticed his yawn and immediately began demanding he lie down too. “You’ve been up helping me for days. Help me by sleeping now, please.”

“I really don’t want to intrude,” Aaron excused. “You don’t need me accidentally hurting you.”

“You won’t,” she swore. “Please. I’ll feel better knowing you’re resting too.”

Sleeping with her did sound nice. An irrational part of him thinking he could keep her nightmares away by doing so. So he complied, sliding under the covers she had pulled back for him. As he settled, she scooted closer to him as much as her surgical wounds would allow. Until she ended up tucked under his arm, head resting on his shoulder.

“Sleep,” he murmured the order, thumb stroking her cheekbone. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #x reader #bau #bau x reader #hotch #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader

[m1lflov3rrr]

Can’t Help Falling in Love (With You, Over and Over Again)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: none, just heartwarming fluff <3

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: You were away for a year, and thought you’d surprise your wife at the night of the Rave’n…

A/N: Hello loves, so so sorry for being inactive!! I’ve been very busy with school, but I am writing one of your requests at the moment :))

You were nervous, to say the least. 

It had been exactly one year since you saw her. 

Let us rewind a bit, shall we? 

You had been together with your wife, the formidable Larissa Weems, for 8 years. And tonight was the night of your anniversary, when you got engaged. It was on this day, exactly 9 years ago that she had asked to marry you. The night of the Rave’n dance. You weren’t surprised that she had chosen this specific event for the proposal, you knew how close to Larissa’s heart the Rave’n was. You found it to be the most adorable thing ever. 

And tonight was the night of the Rave’n, once again. 

You had started your own business a few years ago, a law firm. And last year it had gained an unexpectable amount of success, so much so that you had to leave her and expand the business across the country in California. 

Obviously she couldn’t have come with you, she had a school to run. 

You were glad of how supportive and understanding Larissa was, and even though she tried to keep a strong façade and pretend like she’s okay with you leaving for such a long time, you could see right through her. You knew how much your absence affected her. It sure as hell did affect you. 

But every day, you both made time in your schedules for a video call. Twice a day, every morning, every night. Asking how your days had been, updating each other on the latest events. 

And you made that system work. Although the distance was gnawing at you both, you somehow managed to make it work. 

Your business had expanded three times bigger during your stay in California, and when you finally were informed by your assistant that everything was organized for your stay to be over, that you had enough employees and that the business was thriving, you immediately booked a flight back home. 

And it was perfect, actually. You wanted to surprise her, and the Rave’n was the perfect place to do it. (And also, you couldn’t help but love dramatic entrances, as well.) 

You were sitting on the taxi, on the phone with your dear friend and your wife’s co-worker, Marilyn. You wanted to make sure everything was perfect for tonight. 

You did keep in contact with her frequently as well, asking her updates on her life, (and also asking her how Larissa’s doing, since she was pretending to be all fine when talking to you). 

Marilyn had told you, how lately the usually most modest, organized and practical woman had been more snappy and stressed than usual. And she didn’t have any extra workloads or anything, so you knew it was because of you. Because lately, you had been so busy that you were only able to call her once a day. 

It didn’t seem like a big thing or anything, surely she wouldn’t be affected by such a small change? Wrong. 

Larissa was definitely affected by it. She always had to be in order, having things to go her way and sticking to her schedule, that such a small change did, in fact, take a huge toll on her. And you felt incredibly bad about it. 

Last year, you had left the day after the Rave’n. You wanted to stay for that night, to make your last night there unforgettable. And it was only so ironic and fitting that you were coming back the exact day, tonight. And Larissa knew nothing of it. That was the best part. You loved making surprises. 

And tonight would make the greatest surprise of all. 

-

”And you’re sure she has no idea?” You asked Marilyn as you were checking yourself out on the mirror. You were in her private quarters getting ready with the redhead. 

You had a gorgeous silk gown on you that was definitely accentuating every curve on your body, paired with matching high stilettos. 

(Or, imagine your own!)

When you saw the dress on one of your shopping trips, you knew it’d be perfect for tonight. The dress was expensive, but with your now-high salary, it really didn’t matter. It was graceful, but still left little to the imagination with an open back and its tight, but comfortable fit. 

”Trust me, Y/N, the woman’s clueless. She was literally venting on me yesterday about having to spend the Rave’n completely alone. You have no idea how hard it was for me to just not spill the plan right there and then.” The redhead responded as she was putting on her black, gem earrings. 

You smiled, feeling those nervous butterflies in your stomach about what was going to happen very soon now. 

”Good.” 

”Okay, the dance starts in 15, and I have to be there early to greet the students at the entrance. You know what to do, right?” She asked as she slid on her striking red boots. 

You nodded, smiling thankfully at her in the mirror as she picked up her purse and waved you goodbye before rushing out the door. 

This was going to be one hell of a night. 

-

And before you knew it, you were standing at the entrance, waiting for your call. 

You had planned everything out perfectly. The very same song that played on the night she proposed, would start playing any moment now, and then you’d enter the venue. 

And then, sooner than you thought, that beautiful piano melody began enchanting your whole being as the doors opened. 

Wise men say…

Larissa, who was standing in the middle of the venue, frowned as she heard the music - it sounded vaguely familiar. She soon recognized it and smiled at herself, maybe a bit sentimentally, being reminded of your absence. (Or so she thought.) 

She had really been struggling lately, missing you. You were her everything, her world, her whole being. She simply didn’t know how long she could survive without you anymore, she thought she’d burst with how much she just needed you in her arms at this moment. 

Only fools rush in…

You nervously walked inside, scanning the room with your eyes. Many people were already looking at you, in awe and in surprise. They didn’t know either that the principal’s wife would make it here tonight. 

The children had grown to love you over the years as you naturally hung out a lot at the Academy. 

Several gasps could be heard across the room, causing Larissa’s attention to divert to the doors. 

And she saw you. 

And her entire world froze. 

But I can’t help…

Was she dreaming? Did she have a fever? Was she really missing you that much that she had started seeing things? Imagining things? 

But her racing thoughts were interrupted as you gracefully walked over to her, cupping her cheeks with your hands. 

”Hello, my love.” 

And at hearing your voice, feeling your touch, she realized that it was all real. That you were real. 

You saw how her eyes began glistening with unshed tears, and an almost inaudible sound, barely above a whisper came out from her lips; 

”Darling…” 

Falling in love with you. 

And her hands practically flew to the back of your neck, pulling you close and connecting your lips after all this time. 

And it was so magical, and the whole room had their eyes on you. Everything was perfect. 

You smiled in content against her lips, glad to be home again. 

”I missed you so much, Rissa. You have no idea. May I have this dance?” You whispered, watching how a single tear was running down her cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb as you placed another loving kiss on her lips. 

And your wife seemed to still be so incredibly shocked, that all she could mutter out was a rushed; ”Always.” 

Oh, take my hand… 

She pulled you into the warmest hug you’d ever been in as you began swaying to the music, everyone else in the room gathered in a large circle around you two, admiring your moment and the unconditional love that was now felt by everyone in the dance. 

Take my whole life too…

Larissa buried her face in your neck, breathing in your familiar scent and sighing with relief, you were at last, back where you were supposed to be. In her arms. 

”Don’t you ever leave me for that long again.” She whispered to your ear, causing you to grin widely as you turned your gaze to meet hers. 

For I can’t help… 

”I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll never, ever leave you again. Cross my heart.” You whispered back, sealing it with a kiss. 

Falling in love with you. 

#Spotify #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa weems x y/n #wednesday #principal weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x female reader #gwendoline christie

[maryonaccross]

Although team green is constantly being framed as the conservative and oppressive religious group it’s interesting how the political statements the characters make speak the absolute opposite.

From “the realm will not accept her” - Otto Hightower, to “out coffers are deep but not endless” and “a true queen counts the coat to her people” - Alicent Hightower, team green characters are the only ones that consistently mention the citizens of Westeros as people to consider at all in political decisions. 

On the other hand TB characters like Viserys never once voice concern over how the decision to name his daughter heir instead of his sons will be perceived by the people ( and never do anything to ensure that it is well perceived ) because he simply does not care. Rhaenyra herself dismisses the idea with “ it doesn’t matter what they think” and clings to this belief more and more as time goes by by refusing to make political alliances with noble houses that would benefit her future rule and even goes as far as to usurp house Velayon with her illegitimate children.

Rhaenyra’s other political statement; “ when I am queen, I will create a new order “ sounded quite impressing and promising watching the show for the first time, however, upon finishing the show, it becomes clear that the order she means to create is simply one where she is above the law and can do as she pleases. It clearly isn’t an order that will give women more rights and power within Westeros as we see her refusing Beala in Rheana their right to Driftmark and explicitly saying that Jace and Baela’s SON will be king. 

TB’s dictator like attitude becomes even more visible in the way that they treat other noble houses. While the greens try to solve the Driftmark succession via a court procession where Vaemond AND Rhaenyra were allowed to speak their turn the blacks solve the conflict by beheading the man defending his family’s rights. Sending a clear message that anyone who opposes them will be silenced the same way. 

This feeling of complete superiority and being above the law is also visible in the way team black and team green allow their children/ younger family members to interact with other people. While Rhaenyra heavily imprints the idea that her children can do no wrong onto them (even when they maim a relative) and never disciplines them for their actions we see Alicent denounce Aegon as her son after hearing what Dyana told her (needless to say Rhaenyra never would have interacted with someone like Dyana who claimed to have been wronged by her sons and probably would have found a way to blame her for it)

The green fraction is also the one that follows the faith of the seven (the religion the other noble houses in the south follow) which automatically makes them closer to the people in comparison to TB that holds on to a religion most of their subjects do not subscribe to.

#pro team green #anti team black #anti team black stans #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #pro alicent hightower #anti viserys i targaryen

[farity]

In friendship

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary:  Aemond’s taken you for granted until rumors of your betrothal to another begin to swirl

.

“My lady, to what do I owe the honor of your company?”

You smiled at the tall, handsome prince, dressed in black as always.  “Prince Aemond,” you were pleasantly surprised at finding him here in the library although to be honest, you had hoped he would be.  “I am researching the architecture of Flea Bottom since I am forbidden to go in person.”

“Ah.”  He placed a marker in his book and left it on one of the tables before walking toward one of the bookcases.  “I believe you can find what you are looking for right here.”

You smiled to yourself.  Oh yes, what I want is here, right before my eyes.

He reached up to grab a volume and brought it back down.  “Hmmm.  This is only the story of one of the builders.  I suppose you want detailed descriptions?”

“Yes, I’d like to do some illustrations.”

The shelf he’d plucked the book from was too high for you, so you slid the small stepstool over and the prince put out his hand to help you climb atop it.  His hand, so much bigger than yours, was warm, and you let go of it reluctantly once you were higher up.  You turned to find yourself staring down at him, the candle light making his pale hair glow like a halo.

“It’s not often I find myself looking up at you,” he murmured.  “You have a smudge, charcoal, maybe.”  He indicated the spot on his own face and you immediately brushed the back of your hand over it, but when you pulled your hand away, he shook his head.  “Let me.”

He reached out to brush the offending mark himself, brushing his fingertips lightly over your cheek, and then turned his hand so it was his knuckles now sliding down the side of your face.  

You held your breath.

You’d known Prince Aemond most of your life.  Your mother was a friend of his mother, you were only a year older than him, and were used to casual touches.  He’d offer you his arm as you walked around the keep, or you’d grab his hand in order to climb a fence.  You’d been there for him when he lost his eye and you considered him the person you were closest to other than your mother and your sister.  Spending time with him was always a highlight of your day, and as you’d both grown older, you’d felt the friendship change a little.  You’d caught him looking at you at times, and when you walked arm in arm with him these days, you were very aware of him next to you.

Your mother knew of your evolving feelings for him, and you hoped that someday she might speak to queen Alicent to work a betrothal between you two.  

He was looking at your parted lips, hand still on your face.  “My lady,” he whispered, moving just a little closer.  You inhaled the leather and spices scent of him, felt the cool peppermint of his breath on your jaw.  

“My prince.”  Your voice was a mere rush of air as you caught the look in his eye as it met yours.  There was hunger there, raw and powerful, and the next thing you knew he had stepped back.

“I wish you success in finding what you seek.”

He left you there, and for a few moments you were stunned.  He’d been about to kiss you, you were sure of it.  The sudden change in his demeanor left you hollow, and you stood there, wondering what had happened.

* * * * * 

The next day you were sitting in the gardens, absently staring at the same page you’d been looking at for the last hour without understanding a single word.

You covered your mouth as you yawned, exhausted from spending the entire night reliving every second of those few moments with Aemond.  What had happened?  What had gone wrong?

“Daughter.”

You jumped at your mother’s voice, almost dropping the book you held.

“I’ve called you three times, my darling.”

You turned to see your mother, smiling kindly at you.  

“I am sorry, lady mother, I was lost in my book.”  You joined her, and she kissed your cheek before taking your arm.  

“Darling daughter, there are wondrous news,” she said gently.  “It is a great day for our family.”

Was this it?  Had she spoken to the dowager queen?

“What news, mother?”

“You are to be married . . . “

Your heart soared and you sighed.  Everything would be set right.  You and Aemond were to be married.  Your greatest desire was about to come true.

“ . . . to Lord Cregan Stark.”

* * * * * 

You headed to the library to return the book, but when you saw Aemond sitting by the fireplace you nearly turned around.  He had seen you, however, so you steeled yourself and walked in.

“Prince Aemond.”

He turned, and you saw he had removed his eyepatch.  You had seen him plenty of times without it, one of the few people allowed that privilege -

as if it meant anything

- but the fire in the blue gemstone he wore paled in comparison to the one in his eye.  

“I am told that congratulations are in order, my lady,” he said, his tone emotionless.

“I’m only here to return this book,” you said wearily.  

He stood and held out his hand.  You gave him the book, careful to not touch him, and he walked to the bookshelf to return it to its usual place.

You turned to leave and found yourself pressed against the bookcase, the prince holding your wrists.  "Are you looking forward to meeting your betrothed, my lady?”

You tried to push him away but he barely moved, easily holding you in place.  “I do not have time for this, Prince Aemond.  I need to go.”  You didn’t look at him, simply wanting to go to the peace and quiet of your rooms.

He stepped closer, the heat of his body enveloping you.  He lowered his face to yours, whispering in your ear.  “Are you looking forward to the bedding?  To him planting a babe in your belly?”

You had tried.  The feel of him pressed against you, the scent of him, the silk of his hair as it brushed your cheek, you had tried to get away.  It was all too much and you suddenly pushed him back, startling him.  “And why in the seven hells do you care?”

Aemond opened his mouth, but you continued.  “Why do you care, my prince?  We are nothing to each other but childhood friends, is that not the case?  Why the sudden interest in the delights of my marriage bed?”

He lunged at you, one hand cupping your face, the other against the bookcase, effectively trapping you there.  He was so close, his nose against your cheek, his mouth but an inch from yours.  If you turned ever so slightly, your lips would touch his.  “Tell me, childhood friend, when you spread your legs for him, will you think of me?”

You shivered at the words, at his venomous tone.  “I might,” you spat back, “but it will be his name I sigh.”

Aemond pulled back as if you’d slapped him, eye wild with fury.  

It wasn’t enough.  You wanted blood now.

Raising your face, you whispered, “oh Cregan.  Oh Cregan!”

You saw the moment he snapped, the moment that wall he so carefully kept around himself collapsed, and briefly wondered if you’d gone too far.  

The answer was swift and punishing, and before you knew it, he’d hauled you against him, mouth devouring yours.  One of his hands held your head in place, his long fingers grabbing the tidy knot of your hair painfully, but you didn’t care.  Here was victory, here was fire, and you kissed him back, your own hands delving underneath his tunic to feel the muscles beneath.  

When he lifted you in his arms you quickly wrapped your legs around him, letting him walk you somewhere, you cared not where.  Pulling away from his mouth, you began kissing and biting his neck, sucking on the pale skin until his breathing hitched and he stumbled, crashing against the wall before continuing.  

You were now in his bedchamber, and when he placed you on his bed, you began pulling at the laces on his tunic, the ties of his breeches.  He pulled the tunic over his head, throwing it aside before pulling out his dagger and slashing through the ties on your bodice.  Some other day you might have worried about it.  Some other day you might have said something.

He bared you completely, the hunger in his eye flashing in the dim lighting of the room.  “Mine,” he whispered before shoving your thighs apart.  “Say it.”

Nodding, you complied, “yours.  As you are mine.”  The silver silk of his hair fell like curtains shielding your face from everything else, and he kissed you as he began pushing inside you.

For a moment you wondered if this would work, he felt so big, but he took his time, letting your body adjust to this new invasion.  “You feel so fucking good,” he said, desperately trying to go slowly so he wouldn’t hurt you.  

“I’ve always been yours,” you whispered as you reached up for him.  “Take me and make it true.”

With a groan, he snapped his hips, tearing through your maidenhead and seating himself fully inside you.  The pain was sharp and you cried out, your vision blurring for a moment.  Aemond stayed still, his only movement that of nuzzling your cheek.  “Mine,” he repeated softly, over and over.

You pulled his mouth to yours, and rolled your hips experimentally.  The pain was almost all gone, and you did it again, smiling when he moaned against your lips.  He pulled back slowly, “please,” he said desperately, “stop.  I can’t, I can’t-” but when you moved a third time, he gasped and began pumping his hips against you, his breathing fast and hard as he filled you completely.  He reached down and began to swirl his fingertips on the slick bundle of nerves between your legs, dragging a ragged whimper from you.

The coil low in your belly was tightening with every snap of his hips, every turn of his fingertips.  You had touched yourself before, but this, this claiming, the feel of him within you, the heat of him against you, the smell of his skin, this was new, and overwhelming your every sense.  

“Come for me,” he said, “I want to see you fall apart.”  He ran his teeth alongside your jaw and someone screamed as the coil snapped inside you, sharp tendrils of pleasure tearing through you.  You vaguely felt his body go taut as he groaned and then collapsed against you.

* * * * * 

He had a servant tell your mother you were spending the night in Helaena’s chambers.  You had done so before, whenever the princess was in need of a friend to listen to her.  

“I have been a fool, pretending I did not care for you.”  He kissed your lips so gently and tenderly, you almost wished that had been your first kiss.  

“Why did you?” you asked.  “Why did you pretend you did not care for me?”

He let out a breath.  “Because you deserve better than me.”  His voice broke on the last word, and he swallowed.  

Reaching up to touch his cheek, you smiled at him.  “Better than a fine warrior, a learned man, a loyal son?” you whispered, “a cherished friend?”

“I have been less of a friend than you deserve.”

“Aemond, I could not ask for more than you.  You are everything to me,” you added.

He leaned down to kiss you again.  “As you are to me.” He met your gaze and you saw the tears in his eye.  “I love you.  I think I always have.”  He pulled you to his side, kissing your forehead.  “Tomorrow I will speak to my mother about your betrothal.”

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[evvlevie]

Yes, I promise you will shift and/or manifest that thing you want.

Hi besties, it's your girl Evie again, after what seems like ages of me being away for stuff like not failing my uni-exams (!!!)

For my first post after my big pause, I chose to share a little bit of knowledge with you guys, that helped me get through my manifestation-journey / shifting-journey

"If you really want something, it is guaranteed to be yours"

Really simple, but REALLY important.

this is valid for big stuff like SP-manifestations and shifting just like for small stuff e. g. manifesting good weather.

the universe loves you. It loves you so much, that as soon as it registered your desire, all efforts are being made in order to get it to you the fasted way possible.

Yes, that "fastest way possible" can mean time frames that go up to years sometimes.

I have read about success stories of people who "waited" (yes I know that waiting is the wrong terminology here, please don't come for me) for multiple years until the bridge of incidences has played out in the way that it had to, so that the desire could arrive in the way it needed to.

You need to stop treating manifestation as this quick fix for everything ever, because yes desires can manifest within minutes but sometimes they just simply don't.

You need to remember that you wanting something, just means future you has it, and is directing you towards the thing that is "your destiny" through your desires.

This also means one thing: The universe has shown you what shifting is. You desire to shift to a certain place. That means you have already shifted there and you are now experiencing the path that got you there. And when you look at that, wouldn't you agree that it isn't really important on how much pressure you put on it, because since you want it, you are PROMISED to get it anyway? And since you are reading this post, you were supposed to hear me say this, so maybe just believe me for a moment.

Seriously that's how I view my life at this point. Any of my desires are just indicators to me of what I have in the future.

And since I know that, it's way easier to not give power to unlikeable 3D-circumstances, because I already have the spoiler that I get the thing I desire. I wouldn't desire it, if I wasn't getting it anyway. Those unpleasant 3D-Situations are just means to an end, they are just the bridge of incidences that gets me from point desiring to point having it in the physical realm. (Very small reminder here: If an unpleasant situation arises you can react to it, and it won't meddle with your manifestations badly, because as I mentioned, they are promised to you. Many people think that ignoring the 3D means detaching from your very human emotions, which really isn't the point of experiencing the human experience. The point of the human experience are the many emotions attached to it. Ignoring the 3D means, at least to me, that even if it seems very unlikely for the desires to harden into fact and that even it the utter opposite of your desire has shown up, you need to remind yourself that your desire is still promised and guaranteed and that you are receiving it, although unpleasantries appear.)

What I am trying to say here:

If you haven't shifted, yet: don't pressure yourself, don't stress yourself and don't think you are doing something wrong just because you have been trying to shift for a certain amount of time, and still have not.

⇢ because since you want it, you have already done it. You just have to live through the experience of how you got there. And this experience has its length, whether you like it or not. This length is different for each and every person out there. There is no reason to get demotivated. Because why would you if it is already set in stone, that you will have shifted once you lived through the experience of finding out how to shift? You shouldn't go to bed thinking "I hope I shift tonight" and you shouldn't be waking up thinking "Damn it, I can't shift since I didn't last night".

I go to bed excited because I KNOW for certain that I will experience my shift and that every night could be the night and I wake up in my CR thinking "Oh well, looks like the time hasn't come yet, but I know it will."

If you want something, it is already on its fastest way possible to get to you. No "if" , "and" or "but".

Yours in every reality,

Evie <3

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𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 🩶

🩶 ─── in this reading, we will explore the qualities of the careers and fields you are best suited for, suggested careers for you and other career messages meant for you.

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🩶 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚

this is a random message but it is very clear. for some or most of you, the career or field you are wishing to go into at the moment, or the one you are already in, is the right one for you. there is also a message to explore your creative potential. it doesn't necessarily mean creating art like music, writing, paintings etc (although that may be true for some of you) it could also mean creative problem solving, a job which requires you thinking outside the box. working in a field where things are done differently to others in the industry. the image i have in mind is google. they do a lot to encourage creativity and the birth of new ideas. you'd fit best in a career which nurtures and encourages your creative side.

it's also best to be in a career where there is the opportunity to grow in every aspect, and to further your position over the years. for example, i don't think you'd feel comfortable and happy in a job where you stay in the same position for years doing the same thing every single day. some people are happy in those jobs. they like the stability and routine. however, you need a job where you can always learn new things and progress. i'm seeing progression is also important to you. it's important to go into a job where you have more opportunities to climb up the ladder, and it doesn't even need to be all about promotions. a job where you regularly switch tasks, or have new projects to work on. as long as you aren't doing the same things every day, you should avoid jobs which do.

a job where you can express the qualities of success and confidence. where you can prove to yourself and others that you are fully capable. it could also be a career which puts you in the public eye. something that makes you feel seen and appreciated. again, promotions are here. you want a job where you can progress to high places. perhaps even becoming a figure of leadership and authority. you may not be confident about such a position right now but when you find something you love and excel in, you would be the right fit for a leader. and for a number of you, caregiving roles may be good for you. it could be anything from nursing to therapy.

okay so here is where it gets a bit negative. with the three of swords you may experience job losses, or disappointment in being rejected from jobs. it could also indicate that you may end up stuck in a very stressful job and toxic work environment. you want to avoid places like that. however, i believe some of you may need to experience it in order to know what is the right or wrong job and workplace for you. and for a number of you i get the message that even though it is difficult and stressful, and the workplace is not good for your mental health, it will not last. you will find a better job or get promoted and belong in a much better space. so if you ever find yourself in that position, have hope that it will improve. i think it is also a message, especially if you are a leader, to not allow a toxic work environment to foster as it is your duty to ensure it is safe and healthy for everyone to work in.

enterprises might also be something you would work well in. i'm seeing representing small or local businesses, as well as larger corporations for a number of you. it could also be setting up your own business. for some of you, you may have a typical job in mind in order to pay your bills and support a family, but deep down you have a dream of having your own business or brand. at one point or another, you might be torn between keeping your job to pay your bills or leaving it all behind and investing in your own business. i think either is fine, however, for most of you who this applies too, the message is to find a balance between the two. you can work full time and have a passion project/business on the side. work on it slowly and over the years it will blossom, i'm hearing. it is crucial you do not pick between the two and instead find a balance.

to add the obvious, you may dream of being your own boss. and i think you would do amazing things as a leader, however, you still need some sort of discipline or balance from elsewhere. if you're your own boss for too long, you can easily get lazy and complacent. so it is important for you to keep a job elsewhere to ensure you don't lose routine or dedication.

one last message is to expect times of change in your career as much as you should expect times of stagnation. any job you have, you will experience boredom at times and excitement at other times. you need to hear this. jobs are not one dimensional. you should expect many things from your career, both good and bad. so don't get your hopes up too high and don't get too disheartened when things don't go your way.

suggested careers/fields: project manager, hair dresser/hair salon owner, investments, influencer, working up the ladder, franchise owner, higher education, professor, networking, entrepreneur, business law, accountant for local businesses, nursing, social worker, therapist, counsellor, childcare, HR, arts and fashion, selling and/or creating luxury goods, beauty guru, acting, admin, consulting, writer, researcher.

cards: high priestess, the empress, six of wands, three of swords, two of pentacle, wheel of fortune

🩶 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤

i'm immediately hearing decision making. for some of you, a job where you can make the decisions would be good however for most, i am seeing that you may not fit best in careers where important decisions fall in your lap. to get one thing straight, every career will involve decision making at one point or another. but some careers involve very important decision making and i believe when you have too many important decisions to make on a regular basis, you can become very stressed. perhaps you are an indecisive person. overall, i think working in a position that requires heavy decision making would not be the best. however, if you are working with others to make decisions, i think it would be a good career for you.

for most of you, if not all, you will find success in the career of your taking. and for a lot of you, the cards are representing another person in regards to your career. a colleague or a business partner. if you dream of being your own boss, perhaps you would do well sharing this dream with someone else. it could also be a colleague. your career will lead to you meeting someone important. or vice versa, you will meet someone and they will help you get a really good job, the job of your dream. of course be careful, because people who help others often want help in return later down the line.

communication is a key theme here. a job which requires you to communicate your thoughts and ideas. for example, sharing stories as a writer, or even as an academic writer sharing research, or in law by communicating and mediating for your clients. i think for some of you, you would like a position of power. and for others you may not. for those who do, you would do well to use your power and authority for others rather than not doing so. you'd find more fulfilment and success by helping others. and mediating also. taking on communication responsibilities for third parties would be a good career for you. for example, an agent who helps people find jobs and corporations to find employees. hosting job interviews for the people you work for. even ghost-writing, communicating on behalf of the client. again with law. you may also enjoy the feeling of being responsible for transfers, employees, assets, moving companies. anything that involves moving one thing from one place to another.

i'm seeing disputes/conflict. perhaps you may deal with this a lot in your work environment or otherwise, it could mean your career typically involves this. i'm seeing HR settling an issue between employees. things like that. you might naturally be drawn to conflict or drama, and if not you are just interested in it. therefore, a position which allows you to be involved in it as an outsider would be interesting to you. there would always be something new to keep you on your toes. and you would feel very gratified after helping others solve their problems. in environments where there is lack of communication and poor leadership, you would fit in well in the role of solving these issues. it's very much a behind the scenes job but it is incredibly valuable to companies.

you need a job which will not disturb your work life balance. it's best to only take on a career which does not require you to work overtime, or where workload leaks into your private time and life. it is important to have a job where you can work hard, but only within the working hours. a job where you can give fair and honest work and feel appreciated enough to have your own time to spend with loved ones and yourself.

a job where you can always remain unbiased. you may feel uncomfortable picking sides so a place which encourages objectivity would be a good fit for you. you might also enjoy jobs in health and fitness. somewhere that encourages others to do their best. teaching, also. law and order are important also.

a slow paced environment would be perfect for you. fast paced might lead to high levels of stress. so slow paced is better. successful careers are built over time. you're not too fussed about seeing amazing results straight away because you know the best results always come after long and consistent efforts. so jobs which require you to be very patient would be good. you expect all of your work to pay off in the future. because of this, i also thing agricultural industries may be good. the final message is to not be swayed by other people's thoughts and opinions. there may be some people who have hidden motives with you and your career. you may struggle to make good decisions and not know who to trust which may end up with you trusting the wrong people. be careful, and hone in on your intuition because it will help you in the most crucial times of your career.

suggested careers/fields: animal care, justice system, politics, judge, lawyer, sales person, guidance counsellor, public speaking, doctor (not specifically medical but in other fields), self-employed, problem solving, mediator, HR, teacher, auditor, law, financial institutions, health and fitness, farming, gardening/landscaping, charity worker, social worker, engineer, scientist, STEM, activist, telecommunication, journalism, trading, public relations, events manager, customer service, liaison.

cards: the magician, the sun, two of swords rv, five of swords, justice, seven of pentacles, high priestess rv

🩶 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

overall, this pile feels quiet and mellow. so i think calm jobs that don't involve too much excitement would be good for you. a job that doesn't require far too much effort from you, but you still know exactly what you are doing in the job. which is funny because most of the cards suggest otherwise, but the vibes i'm feeling are different. i randomly heard "beware of snakes" so maybe it is that you want to avoid bad vibes from others. you want to do well and have the personality and potential to perform incredibly (it is represented by the two aces and the magician) but you are afraid of attracting jealousy from others. most of you may believe in nazar, or the evil eye. you want to do well quietly, staying humble and not gaining too much attention from others.

you might want to avoid the overly friendly workplaces, the companies that tell you "we're all like family" because odds are your coworkers will be all up in your business when you don't want them to be. and more often that not, they may not like to see of hear about you doing well. of course, you can choose whichever company you want yo work for, this is all subjective. however, the message is strong here to not let coworkers get too close. if you feel like you need to be cautious, do not doubt it at all. jobs where you can work independently or remotely may be good for you. i think you enjoy the responsibilities and the isolation you can get from those jobs. you can really focus on your own work instead of worrying about socialising and networking (which are important, don't get me wrong but i think you are not the type of person to be heavily involved in such activities).

technology and IT. jobs where you're required to use your brain. you need mental and intellectual stimulation so jobs which require lots of brainwork would be great for you. also jobs which require you to have a sharp and quick mind, and even a quick tongue. a job where you need to respond quickly, on the spot. maybe as a lawyer or judge. i think you are the type of person who tends to avoid making decisions but i believe the best career for you would involve you needing to make decisions as a part of it.

i also see jobs where you can provide stability for others as well as providing stability for yourself. this could mean that setting up your own business to help or guide others would give you a lot of satisfaction. such as a personal trainer, life coach, dietician etc anything that will allow you to improve the lives of others. you could even be thinking of starting your own sales company. i'm seeing a position where you are calm, smart, and powerful. logical and rational, and also honest. key organisational abilities here, like secretarial duties. a job where you can keep things organised tightly.

there is a huge duality here. like, i see you craving to be a bold and confident person in your ideal job, someone who is admired by others but in reality you are afraid to be that person. maybe you are not used to being in the spotlight and you're not ready to start now. so you must find a balance between the two. you can be confident without needing to be in the spotlight. i think your biggest fear in regards to career is conflict. you want to avoid uneasy workplace relationships. you don't want to be too close with your coworkers but at the same time you don't want to be left out. you want to perform well and show off how good you are at what you do but you're terrified of other people being jealous of you. there's not much i can say other than jealousy is often rooted in workplaces. no matter where you work, there will always be others who are jealous of you, some places more than the next. however, what matter the most is your own comfort and confidence. don't admit to defeat out of fear of others. if you love a job. go for it. i'm literally hearing it right now. don't let your fear of others hold you back, but always be careful about what you share.

suggested careers/fields: IT, psychiatry, surgeon, engineer, affiliate marketing, life coach, personal trainer, fertility, army and police, investigations, detective, guide, translator, business job, nine to five, desk job, logistics, bargaining, vlogger, running your own business, innovation, writer, interior design.

cards: ace of swords, ace of pentacles, the magician, king of swords, five of swords, two of swords, nine of wands

🩶 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

i cannot say this first paragraph is for all of you however, it will resonate with some of you. the career you have in mind right now, or the one you are currently in, is not the right one for you. i see there needs to be some change or transformation in your career. of course it is not easy to just change career. but if you feel this message is for you, it might be worth looking into a new career which is more worth your time and effort. there is a decision that needs to be made. if you're thinking of switching careers/field, this paragraph and reading is definitely for you.

overall, i'm seeing two different sides to this pile. one side is an authoritarian side, position of power and respect. while the other is more caring and nurturing. your ideal career could be either of those, or both. i see a number of you preferring to be in a job with explicit structure. a jobs that tells you what you need to do. so you know what you need to do every day and there is no confusion over tasks or responsibilities. but at the same time, you want to have some freedom. every day cannot be the same or you'll get bored. that is why is see jobs involved in childcare. you know your responsibilities in regards to caring for children, but with children, no day will be the same. this could also be caring for animals, elderly people, people with disabilities or other vulnerable people.

and although jobs where you can connect with children would be good, any job which can allow you to connect with others in general is a good choice. particularly, partnerships. a business partnership would be great as you can connect with others as well as structure your own enterprise. and since you rely on a structure from others to keep you in order, having other people work with you in an enterprise can keep you in line. also, if you know about the principal agent theory, i think you would perform well as an agent. you do well when performing tasks on behalf of a principal. in addition, when you are working for someone else, you know what you are doing, and what you need to achieve in order to satisfy them. whereas if you are working entirely for yourself, you might often feel confused about what needs to be done.

practical jobs which require thinking (but not too much thinking) would be great for you. you like to be actively involved, both physically and mentally, in your work which means repetitive jobs that have you on autopilot most of the time would be too draining and unsatisfying for you. but still, i think you would greatly appreciate professional settings and/or professional boundaries. i believe some of you may also work well in a field which is somehow connected to your past. for example, if you grew up with financial difficulties, you would be most satisfied in finance. or if you had a difficult childhood, then you would enjoy giving care to children. if you really enjoyed school, you might be most comfortable working in a school. it's that kind of theme and is entirely subjective to your own experiences. but something from your childhood connecting with your career is relevant.

one message here is to let go of insecurities and jealousy and imposter syndrome. because you want to be the best of the best, and you compare yourself to others a lot. you might often feel inclined to outdo others. it's a normal feeling, but the cards here are saying to let go of those thought habits. it will not bring you anything good. building up a successful and stealthy career for yourself will greatly be based on creating a foundation from your values as well as your passion. so don't sabotage yourself or others for your own success. keep in line with your morals. spiritual guidance also comes up here. so perhaps seek some in order to overcome these traits, and maybe consider it as a part of your career.

i can't tell your stance on risk, i feel it is a mixed bunch here. some of you may like taking risk while others do not. if you feel like a career which involves risk is something you are interested in, the cards do tell you that it is a very important decision, however, you must make calculated risks. don't just take the leap of faith. you need a thorough plan. i also see something creative, like art or writing, maybe even food. take it as it resonates and if you feel attracted to pile one also, give it a read because that is the creative pile.

suggested careers/fields: hierarchy, desk job, large corporations, teaching, childcare, primary school, paediatric, healthcare, hospital, banking, army, tax, career advisor, funeral director, financial advisor, insurance, software engineer, therapist, lecturer, spiritual guide, bookkeeping, church, electricity/energy, power plants, technology, chef.

cards: the lovers, death, king of pentacles, six of cups, four of pentacles, the hierophant, the fool, two of swords

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[tarjapearce]

Cast Away (Pt. 2)

Warning: DO NOT read this if you're having a good day and love Miguel O'Hara being happy. ANGST. Graphic depictions of miscarriage, implied self hate, HEAVILY influenced by "Die For You" by Joji. Had to hold myself from making this too dark. Sorry in advance, but I write my sadness away ~ Thanks Anon for this request ✨

Pt 1

The steps approaching just echoed through the high walls and, he glanced at the trespasser of his secluded space briefly to continue his new endeavor.

"She got home safe." Jess mumbled from the doorframe, not needing to invade his corner even more.

"Made sure to check the area as well-"

"You're dismissed"

"You're welcome" Jessica shrugged and returned where she came from.

Silence fell upon him again, where you had been standing a while ago. Although you had changed, he no longer had to wonder what had been of you.

The memories always repeated themselves in his brain whenever he dwelled too much in the past. It was like a self imposed punishment from everything that had happened. The remembrance itself was unable to be stopped once it was played in his mind.

He would come home to you, dread seeping in as the rain only poured harder, drowning the sound of the daily suburban life. Your car was parked ahead of his, he then had rushed to get inside only to be greeted by a bone shaking cry.

Dread pumped harder on his chest, making his breath to hitch as his eyes stumbled upon a crimson and jagged pattern on the floor.

Don't

His mind chanted, but the desperate cries of help gave him enough courage to slowly push the door open. And god, he wished he could have some sort of device to erase the ongoing memory.

His heart not only wrenched but broke upon the sight of you. Slumped on the bathroom floor against the wall, blood everywhere as you wept, holding onto your belly, repeating over and over 'my baby', begging for an answer above as to why your child was the one that had to be ripped away. He was sure that whoever above was in charge, he wasn't listening.

He had to steel his grip on the doorframe as his eyes darted to a certain bloody puddle between your legs. Tiny little bloodshot feet peeked through the fabric of your nightgown. His eyes blurred as the tears flooded his eyes and for a second he thought he would collapse right on the spot.

A painful wept snapped him out of his trance and took action. He phoned an emergency number and rushed to you again. There was no comfort that could alleviate your hearts. At best, he just cradled you in his arms, and held you tight as you clung to him, your one and only anchor, asking for his forgiveness.

But his mind was on the tiny human that laid quietly on the floor. His spider vision only confirming what he in his mind was trying to deny so badly.

He was going to be a father of a boy.

You didn't know yet and had demanded to be a surprise, the appointment scheduled within four days. The baby shower for next month.

Everything was a blur after the medical staff arrived to your home and took you to the hospital. He couldn't follow right away to the room you had surely would be kept.

Doctors barked orders, and he hated himself for admitting that he was glad he wasn't allowed in, his rage would surely make him commit something really stupid.

Hours passed and the only thing he could do was to stare at you through a window. Oxygen mask attached as the monitors gave soft beeps, mimicking your heart beats.

How he couldn't see this coming? He analyzed every single outcome possible from your pregnancy, he had used his knowledge in genetics to always monitor you.

What had gone wrong? His blood? Probably. After all his own dna had been modified, and yours was strong and compatible enough for a successful pregnancy. Or so his results had shown.

Never he could imagine that the 0.99% fail rate due dna instability from your end, would shatter everything to pieces.

There was no longer adoration in his eyes upon watching you, but something darker, hatred like even.

Weakened eyelids fluttered open and awake, trying to adjust at the light and blurry sight, and when they did, you were received with a look that were only given to your common enemies. Your heart broke into nothingness.

Miguel could see you mumbling his name, but it fell upon deaf ears. He turned around and left.

LYLA's projection brought him back to reality. For once he was grateful she was there, his past haunting him stopped briefly.

"Did ya hear?"

"Hm?"

"Are you sure you wanna do that?"

"Highest resolution available."

"Isn't it a crime to use this tech to personal purposes?"

"Solo haz lo que te digo.*" His tone an octave lower and demanding.

LYLA sighed and soon a new projection appeared on his screen.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes following your frame that soon disappeared in the arms of an unknown man. His eyes narrowed in disdain as he peppered your face in kisses.

He was tall, not as physically built as he, but the man looked like the cardio was enough for him. House looked cozy, homey. Tainted in the colors you were always telling him about , matcha green and beige.

The man kissed you, and as he cupped your cheeks to do so, Miguel caught the glimpse of a golden ring on his finger.

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"Mi amor!" Your hand covered your mouth as your squealing was muffled. Your husband rushed to you and stopped upon seeing you nodding and crying as you held a pregnancy test on hand. After two months of trying.

The man was overjoyed. And Miguel's jaw clenched.

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"It's a boy"

You whispered in between soft sobs as the ultrasound captured the picture. Red eyes glued at the way that man mumbled the sweetest things that made your chest swell merrily. He looked so proud of you.

You had always wanted a boy.

He was once the father of a boy.

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"Im not going anywhere" The man mumbled as he planted himself by your side.

"Where would I go, hmm?" His stomach revolted as the scene displayed before him.

You left

His mind accused. Something he could truly never shake off. Months of surveillance resumed into this very moment. Medical staff rushed in and soon the moment he never got to experience with you, happened.

Your child was born.

His lip pursed, suppressing a quiver while he witnessed in sheer darkness, the peak of your happiness. Your arms cradled the baby, cooed him, cherished him. Your pride and joy, shared with a stranger.

Could've been you

Miguel's breath was released in a shaky sigh.

"Felicidades, mi niña."

He turned off the screen. Darkness swallowing him whole.

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Solo haz lo que te digo- Just do as you're told.

Felicidades, mi niña.- Congratulations, my dear.

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[outsideratheart]

My Heart Will Leave You Never (Leah Williamson x reader)

A/N: I know it’s been a while but I’m back and hopefully I won’t be away for this long again.

Set in the same universe as and could be a part 3 to Welcome to Coloney & Finalissima.

When you signed for Arsenal you planned on staying for many years. You wanted to see the club succeed and only wished to be apart of that success. Your first season didn’t exactly go as planned, the two people who you worked hours with on the pitch resulting in an almost unbeatable trio had tore their ACLs within weeks of each other then your girlfriend joined Beth and Viv on the sidelines. Her injury broke your heart but she kept saying that everything will be ok, that she will be back playing with you next season and when this was said it filled you hope and gave you something to look forward to. Little did you know that your time with Arsenal would only span 39 games.

It was sudden and you had to make a decision quickly. You had to let Arsenal know sooner rather than later given that it was only days until the last game of the season. Jonas was first who upon hearing you reasoning understood. In order to have the meeting without any interruptions or suspicions you asked your manager to meet you a couple of hours before training was due to start. It was wishful thinking that you would be able to carry on your day as normal because just as you left his office you bumped into your best friend and girlfriend.

Rafa could tell by your face the conversation that must have taken place but she also saw your girlfriend’s face which let her know you are yet to tell her. You only have to look at Rafaelle and you break, the realisation of what this means coming crashing down on you. 

“Y/N” Leah has never seen you like this “Babe, is everything ok?”

You couldn’t tell her. She had been the best thing to happen to you in a long while and you leaving would mean the end of that happiness. 

“Rafaelle não posso” 

In all the months you had been in England, Leah could count on one hand the amount of times you called your best friend by her full first name but even then none of them sounded this broken. She tried so hard to understand your Portuguese but your words were barely louder than a whisper, she didn’t stand a chance but maybe that was your subconscious’ plan. 

“Vem cá” Rafa pulled you into her arms and into the closest room.

“Rafa, what’s going on?” Leah was beyond confused and although she knew the bond you had with your fellow Brazilian ran deep she hated that you chose to find comfort in her arms instead of her own.

“Agora não” Rafa replies but doesn’t make any effort to face the blonde.

Leah wasn’t sure what just happened, she had so many questions. Why were you at Coloney so early? What happened in Jonas’ office? Why were you crying? And why couldn’t you look her in the eyes? She didn’t see you nor Rafa until seconds before training started and by then you looked back to your regular self, the rest of the team were none the wiser as to what happened but Leah couldn’t forget it. She watched you train still in awe of the way you danced on the pitch. A couple of times she saw you stop and look around watching the team with a saddened look on your face, it lasted just long enough that she saw but no one else did.

You meanwhile couldn’t be present and in the moment no matter how hard you tried. Your head was all over the place and when you noticed Leah watching on the sidelines with Beth and Viv it only seemed to make things worse because she knew something was wrong. Rafa keeps trying to reassure that everything is ok but her speaking Portuguese gets you both in trouble due to the English speaking only during training rule.

When Jonas calls for a drinks break you stay on the pitch due your girlfriend standing next to the drinks cooler and you wasn’t ready to face her yet, Leah on the other hand didn’t give you much of an option as she brings the bottle of water to you.

“Y/N is everyth—“

“Shouldn’t you be using your crutches” if you had been paying attention you would have noticed her walking without them this morning.

“I don’t need them anymore” Leah was proud of her progress so far consider how long her friends had to use their crutches “Something I do need is to know what is going on, talk to me” It was all but a beg.

How was you suppose to tell you girlfriend that you were leaving her because you had to return to Brazil. You had made plans for the off season and now you wouldn’t be doing them. Deep down you knew she would understand but you also new that your departure would hurt her and that you couldn’t stand. You were suppose to her protector not the cause of her pain.

“Não posso” you repeated the same sentence from early but still Leah is at a loss.

“Y/N I don’t know that means” Leah looks around to find the team still over of the sidelines before reaching for your hand.

“I can’t” much to your girlfriend surprise to Leah surprise you break your no PDA in the workplace rule and place a kiss to the back of her hand.

“What if I come over to your place tonight. Will you tell me what is going on then?” Leah knew that your house was your safe place and you would feel most comfortable there.

She was proving in this moment just how much she knew you and you don’t if it’s because you were ready to tell her or you just wanted her to drop the subject but you agree to her coming to your house. 

A few hours later you are pacing up and down your kitchen waiting for her to arrive. Rafa who is sitting comfortable at the island would laugh at your nervousness under any other circumstances. She had told you several times that Leah would understand but her words fell on deaf ears. Since finding out your father was ill you had been in a constant state of stress and worry. Last night you wandered into Rafa’s bedroom at a time way too early to be up and told her that you were simply going to leave and asked your best friend to tell your girlfriend that you had to move back to Brazil. That suggestion was shot down straight away and you were ushered out her bedroom with a pillow been thrown at your face.

When the door bell sounds you are frozen in place, Rafa goes to answer it agreeing to give you two some space, seconds later Leah enters the room and the speech that you spent the past two hours trying to perfect is completely forgotten. She stands less than half a meter away from you, a smile smile appears on her face when your eyes meet but she doesn’t say anything.

Your eyes must convey your pain because Leah wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you as close to her as possible.

“Whatever is going on, everything will be ok” She speaks into your chest.

“I’m leaving” maybe you should have explained further but this is all you can manage to say.

Leah grabs your hand and pulls you towards the sofa. What you just said didn’t make sense but she knew that you must have a reason.

“Is it because of this season? I know we haven’t been as successful as we hoped but we won the Conti cup and qualified for the champions league which given our injuries I think is a great achievement”

“Leah it has nothing to do with the club” 

Leah was right, the season didn’t end the way you had hoped when you first signed for Arsenal but there seemed to be some kind of curse struck upon the team because they got injury after injury. 

“Is it me? I thought—“

“Leah you’re perfect and I love you so much which is why this is so difficult” you pull her close, to the point where she is practically laid on top of you. The last thing you wanted was Leah doubting the love you had for her. 

Her hand lays on top of your heart and you wonder if she knows that even though you’re leaving a part you will stay here in London with her because your heart belongs to her and only her. Within seconds your breaths align and for the first time in days you feel calm.

“My father’s sick” 

Your girlfriend looks up at you and you give her a half hearted smile but even you can tell it doesn’t reach your eyes and this is proved when a stray tear falls down your cheek, one which Leah is quick to wipe away.  

“He has been sick for a while but he didn’t want me to know. He saw how happy I am here and knew as soon as I knew that I would go home”

“He knows you well”

You spend the night telling Leah stories of you and your father where she learns that he is the person that got you into football in the first place. He would tell you stories about Pele and how if you worked hard enough you could be just like him. The moment you told her you were leaving she had one question but she feared the answer. As she laid in your arms she didn’t want to leave. You may have only been dating for a few months but when you held her close she felt saver and her mind was calmer. Leah didn’t want to think about the possibility that this won’t be able to happen for god knows how long.

“I leave in ten days” You knew she wanted to know, how could she not.

“Ten days?” 

It left you a week to spend with Leah and your friends, whether that be in England or a trip away. After that you would have to return to Rio and face reality.

“I am deeply in love with you Leah. When I signed for Arsenal I expected so many things but you blindsided me from that very first day at Coloney. My love for you won’t fade no matter the distance between us but I don’t want to stop you from being happy. 

“Y/N, what are you saying?” Leah failed to understand what you were leading to, either that or her heart didn’t want to believe it.

“I’m giving you an out”

“Well I don’t want one” Leah stood up abruptly.

“Leah”

You stand up so that you are at her level. As you reach for her hand she takes a step back making it clear she doesn’t want to be touched.

“No, I don’t want to break up and you don’t either, you think this is the right thing to do but it isn’t. This break up will hurt me 10 times more than the distance will”

“You’re right I don’t want to do this but you have to be realistic. I will be 5,343 miles, 11 hours away” you had done the flight from London to Brazil a few times now and although the distance was obvious, knowing that this wasn’t going to be a ten day trip made it feel twice as long “and then there’s the time difference”

“Y/N the time difference is 4 hours and we have survived you going back to Brazil before”

“You’re not going to change your mind no matter how many reasons I tell you”

Leah, who stands there with a smirk on her face, simply shakes her head.

The following day you tell the team and staff that you are leaving, they all understand and send your dad well wishes. What you don’t expect is for rumours of your departure to be all over social media by the end of the day. You wanted to play you last game as if nothing was changing, this is something that Leah disagreed with when you told her. She thought that you needed a proper send off. You were the top goal scorer of the season and the impact you had on the team both on and off the pitch made you a fan favourite. This is something Leah wanted to celebrate. 

In the end you and Arsenal release a statement confirming that the rumours are true but the reason for you leaving isn’t confirmed. You do promise that you’ll be back at the emirates soon and that was true. Every time you had a break in schedule you would be coming back to London to see your girl.

Days passed by much quicker than you wanted to and soon enough it was the final game of the season, the last time you would be wearing an Arsenal shirt. You would be lying if you were to say that your departure wasn’t on your mind as you played and when return to the locker room at half time 2-0 down you know that you are letting your thoughts get the best of you.

You are first out of the locker room and when you return the pitch at Meadow park Leah calls you over from the stands. At first you shake your head, you know you are disappointing her and hearing her confirm this won’t do any help.

“Rafa!” Leah shouts, pointing to you and signals the two of you to come over.

Rafa clearly doesn’t pick up on your body language because she grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the blonde. Great you think.

“Forget about the last 45 minutes” you try to interrupt her but she’s having not of it “No, forget it. You want your last game here to be a loss and for you not to score?” You shake your head “I didn’t think so. Both of you go out there and have fun, show the gooners that Brazilian flair we are all jealous of” 

Leah’s pep talk works because within the first few minutes you find the back of the net courtesy of Rafa’s assist but the job wasn’t done and you wasn’t going to settle on a draw. You drop back a little and assist Gio for her first Arsenal goal. That was two Brazilians on the scoreboard now only one more was left and it comes in injury time, your corner finds Rafa’s head perfectly. You couldn’t think of a better way to end your stay at Arsenal, well you would much rather Leah be on the pitch with you but fate had been cruel to her.

When the match finishes you try your best to take everything in. You almost separate yourself from the team as you slowly do a lap around the pitch making sure to meet every fan you can and thank them for their support. Everyone seems to pick up on your need for space because even as you stand in the centre crouched down nobody comes towards although a certain blonde is watching from a distance.

“What are you doing?” Rafa asks Leah.

“I think she’s having a moment. I thought you might want to go and check on her” 

“You don’t want to?” 

“I’m giving her some time, she’ll come to me” In that moment Leah remembers Rafa’s words at Wembley.

“Things have changed Leah. Go to her”

Leah wonders is Rafa knows what her words mean. Only a few months ago you preferred to be alone when you were overwhelmed. Now the girl that arguably knows you best is saying that you find more comfort in Leah’s company.

“Minha Linda” 

Her voice makes you jump but you cover it well. Leah stands behind you and wraps her arms around you shoulders, clasping her hands over your heart.

“Hey! That’s my line” you turn your head slightly and place a kiss just below her ear. At first Leah is caught off guard but she sees no harm in returning the kiss only hers comes in a form of a peck  on the lips hoping to get your shy side but that doesn’t happen because you find yourself deepening the kiss clearly not having a care in the world about the cheering fans around you.

“I think it suits you and I need to give you a pet name before you go”

Leah knows she shouldn’t have mentioned it when she sees your face drop.

“Let’s just enjoy this moment and I do have a pet name” your brows furrow, you hadn’t heard this term before so you wasn’t sure it you were using it correctly but Leah’s nods her head leading to you continuing what you were saying “you call me babe”

“That’s boring”

“I like the way you say it”

“What if I want to call you something in Brazilian?” Leah asks.

You think for a second. There are plenty of terms of endearment but you wanted something personal, then the perfect one comes to you.

“Minha amada. It’s what my dad calls my mum” it was personal and something you always heard growing up.

“Minha amada” Leah tries her best to get the pronunciation right but her strong accent makes it almost impossible, still it was incredible cute.

“Perfect” it is then you notice that Leah has changed her shirt, her black Arsenal t-shirt has been replaced with the new home shirt “This looks good”

“You like?” Leah does her best at a twirl around whilst being careful not to twist her knee. When she stumbles you are there to steady her “I thought as your biggest fan I should have your shirt”

“Yet you wanted Rafa’s Brazil shirt. Are you sure you aren’t her biggest fan?” 

Your comment earns you a shove. Ever since that Finalissima at Wembley you bring up the shirt swap at least once a week and if Leah is feeling brave enough she replies with a comment about which team won.

You both walk at Leah’s pace as you do a second lap of the pitch. You didn’t want to leave Meadow park, if you try hard enough you can pretend that nothing is changing. The club presents you with flowers and a shirt signed by the whole team and staff as a leaving gift. You couldn’t believe the family you had gained in less than a year and you knew that the closeness you had with every player would make the move that much harder but it was for the right reasons and you didn’t know what the future held, if the circumstances were right you would return to this club in a heartbeat. You still had a lot you wanted to to achieve with Arsenal and you owed the fans a trophy or two.

Returning to Brazil was different than before. Something didn’t feel right. At first you thought it was the travel then you thought it was the toll of the season but it isn’t till one night when you’re FaceTiming Leah do you realise what is it. You always believed when you loved someone unconditionally you would give them a piece of you heart, it’s why you feel at home when you are with her and why you feel like you are missing a part of your heart when you are apart from her. 

#Leah Williamson x reader #leah williamson one shot #leah williamson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #engwnt x reader #engwnt one shot #engwnt imagine #awfc x reader #awfc imagine #awfc one shot

[starrixle]

simpbur headcanon dump ♡

a bunch of random headcanons for simpbur that i thought of !! (all under the cut because there is a lot...)

his birthday is december 11 and his height is 5'4 (this is actually canon but im including it anyways)

he goes by he/they/she (in order of preference). he's genderfluid, but more masc aligned. he is also bisexual and horribly closeted (the closet is as clear as glass)

he is neurodivergent, he also suffers from lots of anxiety. he is very anti-social

he and liliana (the e-girl) were both just not great for each other. it was not just simp being toxic to the e girl, but she was toxic to him as well to a certain extent. she isnt a bad person, and neither was simpbur, they were just a pair that wouldnt work out

part of the reason why simpbur is so insecure abt himself is bc liliana tends to be a judgemental person. she has standards that simp didnt meet, and that made him go into the mindset of changing himself to suit what she liked. however, this failed and they ended up breaking things off instead

his breakup with liliana destroyed simpbur's mental health, especially with him being a very fragile person to begin with. this is where his obsession began due to still having a very strong attachment with what he once had with her, along with having extreme jealousy over the thought of her being successful in life with someone other than him

his favorite vape flavor is bubblegum. he would smoke cigarettes, but he doesn't like the smell, and he just prefers vapes

he is horrible with being responsible with his money. even though he struggles to pay rent and works a minimum wage job, he usually spends his money on games and anime stuff

types with stuff like uwu, owo, :3, :<, XD, ^_^, (*≧з≦), etc.

used to live with his mom, but now he lives in a tiny apartment on his own. it's not very well kept or clean, and he often just throws his junk around everywhere since he never has the energy to clean the place up. the only place he bothers (kinda) decorating is his bedroom

cries over small things easily, like when he gets a paper cut, stubs his toe, when his food order is wrong, etc.

can't handle spicy foods whatsoever

he has a shoe box full of random stuff he stole from liliana, such as pens she used, her clothes, trash, hair, etc.

kicks ass at competitive games, such as first person shooter games. he is a chronically online gamer and he lowkey acts toxic sometimes while gaming

he sometimes just goes "gg :3" in the chat whenever he manages to dominate the game. he doesnt like using vc bc he doesnt really like his voice, so he usually sticks to typing, esp bc hes a pretty fast typer (100+ wpm)

he collects a ton of anime figures. usually leaves things in their packaging. he cringed whenever liliana took them out of the packaging, since she didn't understand why he left them in the box instead of taking them out

he blasts music at full volume, especially while gaming. he listens to a lot of vocaloid, breakcore, krushclub, hyperpop, indie rock, etc.

his diet consists of fast food, take out, ramen, microwaved food, soda, snacks, anything that's unhealthy

he usually hides his figure with thick, oversized clothing

he doesn't usually express his style much outside in public, but he likes experimenting a lot with outfits at home, especially ones that aren't typically masculine

he's secretly a furry and has a fursona. he usually acts as if he thinks furries or cringe, but he would have anon alt accounts where he'd look at furries online and talk about how cute they are

his feelings towards his body changes depending on his mood. although he doesn't completely mind being assigned amab, he does wish he looked more feminine, or at the very least androgynous

at a certain point in his life, he denied his femininity and attempted to retain a super masculine appearance and personality. it didn't make him happy, instead it made him more insecure

coming to terms with being not cishet was extremely difficult. he was in denial that he was bisexual, and even more in denial he wasn't a cisgender man. altho he's grown to slowly be more comfortable with his identity, he's still struggling to accept himself

he switches from being masculine and feminine a lot. other times he simply just does not want to be perceived and would avoid people

he loves the idea of romance and intimacy, but the actual act of doing romantic/intimate things freaks him out. he craves for love, but he's terrified to act on it, especially with his last relationship with liliana failing

he posts rants/vents about his thoughts anonymously online on places like reddit

he grew to be good at stalking, even learning strategies to keep himself hidden or quiet, along with learning how to unlock windows or doors. he thought he was insane for doing it at first, but he's grown more used to it being a routine

his eyes are actually dark brown. i just draw them pink because it's just an artistic choice i like in his design

he has sharp canine teeth

he says "im gonna kms :3" and makes all kinds of self-deprecating jokes very often

he often writes random songs in his diary and sings to himself/plays guitar in his room. it's very comforting for him, as its a form of coping

even tho he dislikes his voice, he's very good at singing (insert the entirety of the e-girl trilogy here)

if i ever come up with more headcanons i will make another post as a part 2 !! this guy is constantly living rent free in my mind 24/7 i am so perfectly sane about simpbur i swear. completely. 100%. *eye twitching*

#simpbur #incelbur #bursona #bursonas #wilbur soot #starrixle talks

[yanderecrazysie]

Reiner Braun General Yandere Profile

Requested privately on Tumblr.

Reiner is my favorite Attack on Titan character, so this was fun to write.

WARNINGS: NSFW portion, spoilers

Aware, Delusional, or Denialistic?

Is he aware of what he is doing or is he delusional/in denial?

Reiner is aware. I would say delusional, because he can be a little, but he knows what he’s doing is wrong. He cries over the guilt of what he’s doing on a regular basis, especially if it hurts you. He wants nothing more than for you to be happy, but he’s also very selfish.

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Obsessive or Possessive?

Does he care more about you or about owning you?

Reiner is obsessive- he cares about you so, so, so much. He cares so much that it hurts. He does want you to be his, desperately, but he cares a lot about your comfort and happiness. It’s a struggle between wanting you and wanting your happiness.

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General Behavior Analysis:

How does he generally behave around you?

Reiner is a big brother figure in a sense. He’s protective, defending you from anyone that hurts you and from titans. If you’re an “island devil”, he wants to protect you from titan shifters too. He enjoys making you laugh and seeing you smile, so he often jokes around with you. He’s softer with you, finally happy for once in his tragic life.

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Utilize or Avoid kidnapping?

Does he prefer kidnapping you or does he prefer finding other methods to obtain you?

Reiner wants desperately to have a normal relationship with you, but he’ll probably resort to kidnapping. His life is dangerous, deadly. He doesn't have a choice. 

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Spiral Analysis:

Does he spiral out of control quickly or is he able to hold on to his humanity for a long time before he snaps?

Reiner spirals quickly. He definitely has attachment issues, so the minute someone shows him some understanding and kindness, he latches on to them. That’s bad news for you, because it makes him snap pretty quickly. After all, the world is a dangerous place.

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Restrain, Threaten, or Barricade?

Does he resort to restraining you, threatening you, or locking down the building/room to keep you kidnapped?

Reiner locks down the room to keep you there. He would never threaten you, he loves you too much for that. And he knows you’d be miserable if you were restrained. He wants you as happy as possible, although you can never leave.

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Escape Attempt Analysis:

How he would react to a successful or failed escape attempt.

He’d be heartbroken! Sobbing into your neck with his arms wrapped tightly around you as soon as he got ahold of you again. He knows you’re not happy here, but he needs you. 

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Manipulate or Overpower?

How easy would it be to overpower or manipulate him in order to escape?

Overpowering is impossible, I mean, he’s the armored titan and very strong in human form. Manipulation is a possibility, however. Reiner’s mental state is not very good, so if you can take advantage of his guilt and past trauma, you might be able to escape. But you’ll probably feel very bad about doing it.

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Lenient or Strict?

How long is the chain (metaphorical or not) that he keeps you on?

Reiner lets you do whatever you want in the room he keeps you in. He wants your happiness, so he tries to buy you things that will make you happy. He’s not rich by any means, but we’ve seen how he likes to spoil the ones he cares about, so he’d definitely try to spoil you.

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Rule and Punishment Analysis:

What kind of rules he has and what punishments you receive for breaking them.

Reiner doesn’t punish and he doesn’t set any rules. If you try to escape or say something hurtful, he’ll just feel like he deserves it.

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Rival Elimination Analysis:

How he deals with rivals and potential elimination methods.

Reiner doesn’t deal with rivals out of jealousy, but only out of fear for your safety. For instance, if you have a bully. He’d feel very little guilt about killing them because he’s saving you. But sometimes, all they need is a little intimidation, since Reiner’s a big, muscular guy with titan powers.

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Anger Analysis:

How easily he angers, how that anger looks, and how to calm him down.

Reiner doesn’t get angry at you, but he does get angry at people who threaten your safety, physically or emotionally. For example, if you’re Marleyan, Porco can be a real jerk to you, so Reiner’s easily angered by him. He sometimes picks a fight, but normally he stews in his silent rage. He’s calmed down only by you.

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Above, Beneath, or Equal?

How does he view you: as something to worship, to own, or just as another human being?

Reiner is a worshiper. To him, you’re a perfect being, one that he’s lucky enough to just be near. He looks to you for comfort and affection and he feels like you’re the only person in the world who could ever make him happy that way.

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Requite or Reject?

How does he react to you accepting or rejecting his love?

He feels like he deserves rejection, but it fuels his desire to kidnap you. After all, how can he protect you when you don’t love him? A weak argument, but he needs an excuse. Accepting however? He’s over the moon. Now you can be a happy, normal couple.

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Determination Analysis:

The level of determination to get you to requite or accept his feelings.

Like I said, Reiner feels like he deserves a rejection. I think, if he kidnaps you, he’d try to treat you right and secretly wish that you’d just love him back, make things easier for the both of you, but he wouldn’t pursue that specifically too much. He doesn’t deserve your love.

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Dominant or Submissive?

Are they dominant, submissive, or a switch?

Dominant. He doesn’t mind being on the bottom, but he can’t help but take control even in that situation. He just loves the feeling of your tightness so much that he can’t help but pound into you.

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Favorite Position?

Favorite sex position.

I think he’d like missionary because he can hold your hand and stare into your eyes. If he gets teary-eyed, like he sometimes does during sex with you, he can bury his face in your neck. He also likes doggy style though.

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Kinks?

Their favorite kinks.

I could picture Reiner maybe having a mommy kink, but he definitely has a size kink. You’re just so small or fragile compared to him!

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Favorite body part?

Their favorite body part on you.

Reiner’s an ass kind of guy, as we kind of saw with the female titan. He loves to grope your ass and watch it jiggle as you walk around.

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Giver or Receiver?

Do they prefer giving or receiving pleasure?

Giving. I mean, don’t get him wrong, he loves when you suck him off, but that’s only if you’re doing it by your own choice. Otherwise, he loves to eat you out, especially when you sit on his face.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere attack on titan #attack on titan #reiner braun #yandere reiner

[pansear-doodles]

Saint is here in Art fight. Very troubling description

You can read below

Name: Saint Pronouns: Any/All Likes: Freedom, Silence, Resting, Music, Flowers ??? Dislikes: People complaining, Being wronged, Being trapped, Authoritarian figures, ???

History: The iterators were created by ancient civilizations, made to solve problems, seek solutions, manage political discourse, and so on. As time passed, these civilizations left their iterators to continue iterating on The Great Problem: How does one permanently break the cycle without dipping into the void sea? Iterators across the lands have tried and tried, but they could not find the solution, and self-destruction is programmed into them as taboo. This went on for quite the millennia, until one iterator sought the solution in the form of a proposed modified organism, The Triple Affirmative: a confirmation that a solution has been found, affirmative that the solution is portable, and affirmative that a technical implementation is possible and generally applicable. Most of Sliver's equipment has eroded, so her work is based on what is salvageable- she created The Saint, a young naiive slugpup who was trained the basic principles of tearing away from worldly attachments. These teachings were harsh and deeply affected Saint, as many iterators generally do not have sympathy for living creatures and see them as tools. After learning the principles, Sliver sent Saint off to visit the void sea and receive the powers of bringing forth ascension to others. After coming back to great success, Sliver tries telling the other iterators her findings. The young enraged Saint turns their back on her, forcefully ascending their creator before she could say anything more than that she simply found the solution. Saint grew up not knowing what to truly do with their life, and their past echoes to them about their purpose. They go on a lengthy mission to reclaim their godly powers that was lost through time in order to ascend and free others of their burdens- their own loose version of such a purpose. They meet a troubled slugcat named Artificer and befriends them after calming them. They eventually grew attached and became lovers. Artificer helped Saint throughout their journey, not knowing what the real reason was but staying loyal to them because they cared about them. Saint, throughout, kept the truth to themselves, as they fear that by them knowing- it would make things difficult. Once Saint reached maximum karma, their initial purpose set up by Sliver kicks up and Saint forcefully ascends Artificer in the hopes that it would free them from the pain. Saint then journeys to the void sea where they can ascend, but something goes wrong and Saint finds themself on the place where they are. To their horror, they have become stuck in their own cycle and quite literally. They have been through many iterations, and many timelines. Saint has attempted to ascend themselves many times to no avail, until they finally give up and find themselves on the timeline this AU currently sits on. Although many of Saint's past friends do not remember who they were, one of these friends remembered some events that transpired, and this one was Monk. Saint was very close to Monk and taught them a lot of the things they were curious about, but Saint accidentally caused Monk to gain ascension powers and bite in that forbidden fruit of knowledge that Saint waivers with. Saint ascending Monk at this state has caused them to remember their previous iteration, and has only further caused Monk to become similar to Saint's circumstance. Nowadays, Saint is careless about whatever happens to them, but is wary about Monk's wellbeing enough to make them care about them still.

Personality: Saint is calm, serious, soft-spoken and knowledgable, but can be sassy, careless, sarcastic, and tense. They perpetuate in the idea of freedom, doing whatever they please because whatever they do matters not to them (it will all just be reset), though they feel as trapped as anyone else despite their god complex. They are denying of being in a pity party, as they do not like seeing themselves as inferior, especially to the cycle that traps them. They are not trusting of anyone, in fact, and is extremely closed-off about themselves towards others. They do care about others however, as they continue to stay close to what they describe "the husks of friends they once knew and "killed" but forgotten". They don't like seeing them suffer, but they don't know what to do to stop that completely. They are quite the conflicted and confused individual.

Biology: Unlike many common slugcats, Saint has extreme levels of fur, which keeps them warm. They have an extremely strong tongue that can extend and grab onto things, allowing them to swing their body around with it when attaching themselves to a wall or ceiling. They were engineered to not eat meat to decrease violent instincts, causing them to have allergic reactions when consuming them. They have extreme levels of sight, smell, taste, and hearing, but isn't too sensitive about these senses. Saint has the abilities of ascending others, in the form of fast beams controlled by the wave of their finger. At maximum capacity, it basically frees anyone from their own cycles, meaning that it can permanently kill them for good. Any capacity lower than that, in which Saint can manually configure, will just knock the target unconscious or kill them but not permanently depending on how high that capacity is. This strange power allows Saint to levitate, with their eyes open and glowing brightly. Being in this state does have a cooldown due to Saint's (im)mortal body holding them back. While Saint is able to dip in the void sea and attempt ascension themselves, they are unable to be fully realized and they always find themselves at a certain beginning, creating a new timeline to sit in.

Appearance: Saint is a green fluffy slugcat with a medium sized snout, heterochromic eyes (their left is blue and their right is yellow), and a lean hourglass stature. Their head is x-shaped (the legs of the x are tufts of cheek fur and ears), and they have 5 eyes (the three eyes on their forehead are always closed unless they activate their ascension abilities) They prefer wearing cloaks, gowns and other free-flowing clothing, though they're fine with wearing anything. They are an adult.

Relationships: Monk - Close Friends - Saint is unsure why the persistent and kind slugcat sounds forgiving to them even after knowing what has transpired in their previous timeline. Regardless, Saint is kind to Monk and openly cares about them, unlike the rest of the slugcats. Artificer - Complicated - Someone they once loved- they were the same person but they're different. They're not theirs. They're struggling to let go of it and all that frustration is built to become despising. Yet… They pity them, and buried in that pity, anger, and grief is care. Hunter - Complicated - A suffering soul who insists on living on. Saint once ascended them in a previous timeline, but has figured that it isn't their problem to deal with anymore. Gourmand - Complicated - They are envious of them and a little sickened how they can easily "brush things off". Rivulet - Complicated - They think they are annoying. Spearmaster - Complicated - They are angry that they are not angry at their own creator who Saint believes has wronged them. Survivor - Complicated - They are worried about how would they feel on what they have done to their sibling, if they ever find out. Nightcat - Complicated - They are a bit wary of their mysterious presence, but nonetheless doesn't care much of them. Enot - Complicated - They do not enjoy their air and feels uneasy around them, but at the same time finds them pathetic.

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Transformers Ships Trying to get their partner's attention.

Optimus Prime x Ratchet

Optimus and Ratchet are both fairly independent Mechs. Although they seek attention and affirmation from each other in private, this is quite enough for them most times.

Optimus usually comes to Ratchet first. Ratchet is usually to cooped up or doesn't register the time of day enough to pull away.

Ratchet loves his work and Optimus hasn't always been successful in getting Ratchet to see him.

The approach is all about how he's feeling. If he's feeling particularly flirty he'll come from behind and squeeze Ratchet's hip plates and press Their upper frames together. A quick kiss on the helm, followed by another and probably a sly remark to get Ratchet's attention, then their off.

Other times Optimus will wait till everyone is out and casually watch Ratchet work. He'll eventually come up and rest against Ratchet's subpack and watch him type until the medic acknowledges him.

When Ratchet wants attention it is usually more subtle. Ratchet is strong and provoking even to his Prime. He can't be forced into anything, so it'll be easy to miss of you're not paying attention.

He will stand at the edge of Optimus' bed while he's reading a datapad until the Prime gives him full right to hop in and cuddle up.

Other times he'll sit next to Optimus and lean into his larger body. Either as a small reminder that their close or as a nudge for something more, all depends on the mood.

When Ratchet is flirty or just down right out for the Prime's di-

It'll show.

Ratchet will watch him from far away, lingering obscenely long on Optimus' more intimate features. Usually when Optimus notices he'll excuse himself from whatever he is doing and will retire to his room, followed by Ratchet not long after.

Wheeljack X Ultra Magnus

It's a well known fact that Wheeljack doesn't see anything wrong with fully expressing himself in public. He is willing to just shout out "somebody give me attention!" And probably wouldn't feel any certain way about it. So when he wants Ultra Magnus' attention, he's going to get it.

Being a super serious lieutenant, Wheeljack finds it's most affective to get his attention in two ways. Being loud and annoying, or just a general brat.

When he's loud or annoying he'll do things like sneak up on the taller mech and catch his hip joints in just the right place to where UM can't move until Wheeljack removes his fingers from the sensitive mesh. That gets Ultra Magnus upset.

Wheeljack learned early on that it's not the kind of attention he is looking for from the big boy.

So he's set out to making annoying noises when he's in a silly and playful mood. If Ultra Magnus isn't feeling grumpy and they are fairly alone, sometimes hell reprimand the wrecker as he gives him kisses. (This only encourages the little demon)

While he's blunt and straightforward, Wheeljack does have manners. If their on a mission some lighthearted flirting to encourage UM's performance rate is tolerable, but it's subtle enough only Ultra Magnus himself picks up on it.

When Wheeljack is flirty there is hell to pay for anyone in the room. Hips? He goes for those. Back struts? He goes for those. Anywhere tactile he can get his hands on he is touching. If Ultra Magnus is talking with Optimus he usually will wait, but if it's someone like Arcee or Bulkhead he has no problems just walking by as his servo makes contact with the lieutenant's plating, followed by a snide comment.

Playing brat works best. Denying orders, poking at the boundaries of the rules, waving all his angles in the lieutenant's face in a "want it come catch it" way. And Ultra Magnus is nothing if not dominant. He wishes Wheeljack would follow the rules more and is glad to put the wrecker in his place. Usually a good frag will get the mech off his back for a couple days.

Ultra Magnus is not an attention seeker. He's not shy, but he has stuff he can occupy himself with and will rely on Wheeljack for the go ahead.

But when Wheeljack is acting bratty he has no problem chewing out the wrecker with his words in a very suggestive way. "When we are alone you are going to strongly reconsider your word choice," "If you do not want this to get out of hand I suggest you stand down," etc.

But when their alone sometimes Ultra Magnus will walk up and discreetly brush his hand over Wheeljack's until the wrecker takes hold of it.

Megatron x Soundwave

Automatically Megatron makes all the moves.

Soundwave is compliant and usually won't make any moves for attention unless he is above 80% sure Megatron will positively reciprocate.

Megatron is all about praise. Anything Soundwave does is followed by a walking marching band of praise. This praise is sometimes a way of Megatron subtly saying that he acknowledges Soundwave and requests it in return. Or he'll simply command attention from his third in command.

Megatron enjoys it when others can witness the affection he receives. He has no problems sitting in a meeting with Knockout or the Vehicons while Soundwave sits on his lap and strokes his abdominal plating.

After a long day he'll come up behind Soundwave and whisper softly into his audial. He'll get Soundwave to detach his data cables and will pick Soundwave up off his feet. Then carry him to their room.

Megatron really has no problems getting Soundwave's attention considering above all else Megatron is Soundwave's top priority so anything he wants Soundwave has no problems giving.

When Soundwave wants attention, sometimes he'll comm Megatron privately to alert him of his growing need for physical or emotional attention. To which Megatron will give almost immediately. Peace treaty with Optimus? He'll get up and leave if Soundwave calls. It's not that he doesn't care for his tasks, but Soundwave is as important and as high a priority for Megatron as in reverse.

Only occasionally will Soundwave surprise Megatron by sitting down in his lap without asking or laying flat across him in the berth with his helm right where the datapad he had previously in his hands was. But Megatron never pushes him away. A small reprimand Is the worst Soundwave's recieved.

And if Megatron or Soundwave want time in the berth, a simple comm and the other is at beck and call.

Soundwave x Shockwave

Let's be honest if just sort of happens. One way or another they both end up in the same scenarios.

As Shockwave is empurata his ability to properly make a move is seriously limited. A science joke or something about the periodic table and that's about it.

Despite not having his emotions figured out he is the more jealous of the two. If a mech is talking to Soundwave a littler longer than Shockwave things they should, then he will allow himself to make his presence know. Not in a romantic way, but he, like his boyfriend, has mastered the art of looming. He'll watch and stare until he can feel the unassuming Cybertronian's plating crawl.

Whenever they do interact, it's usually when Soundwave is dropping off Energon rations and crates for Shockwave's experiments. He'll ask to stay for a drink and Shockwave will oblige 9 times out of 10.

Soundwave will usually come in and after casual conversation, he will casually tell Shockwave he's feeling horny or just wants to spend the day in the berth with him no matter where it leads.

They are both very casual about the amount of attention they receive from the other. Both seeing things as they are, they love attention but can go a while without it before it's unbearable.

However, there are some days where Soundwave will come over unannounced and simply lay his head on the desk, watching Shockwave work with his tools like a child. Once Shockwave has a moment, he'll reach out his much larger hand and ruffle Soundwave's helm fins gently with a casual greeting. Soundwave will hum in reply and usually just watch until Shockwave sees it fit to take a break and care for Soundwave.

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