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youssryauditing12 · 1 year

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Are You Searching For Accounting Services In Dubai To Serve Your Needs?

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mikedfaist · 15 days

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Boyfriend!Art Donaldson Headcanon: Part I

The first time Art ever lays eyes on you, he becomes enthralled, but that didn’t stop Patrick from calling dibs.

“You can’t call dibs on a person—not that person.”

“Hey, it’s a free world. We can share.”

When he first meets you, he is already too late because Patrick is at your side leaving a dust trail behind him, offering you a drink. He watches the two of you interact for a few minutes before Patrick turns around to face Art, gesturing in his direction. That’s when your eyes meet, and you offer a welcoming smile.

When Patrick invited you to come back to their hotel room later, Art doubted you’d ever show up.

“She probably thinks we just want to fuck her.”

“We do want to fuck her.”

“Yeah, but…what’s going to happen? She chooses one of us and the other sits in the bathroom the rest of the night?”

When you do show up, Art is suddenly faced with the realization that maybe he won’t be the one you choose, and the idea of sitting in the bathroom while his best friend fucks you makes him want to throw up.

When you move to sit on the bed, you stare directly at Art as you gesture for him to join you. He looks back at Patrick with hesitance, but with awkward limbs, pushes himself up to join you.

“What about…” He gulps, quickly glancing down at Patrick, who is still sitting politely on the floor, and then back at you.

“He can stay and watch if he wants.”

And that was the beginning.

You both attend Stanford together, and most evenings you join him at his practices.

He loves to stay over at your dorm whenever your roommate is gone.

He also loves to be little spoon.

Neck kisses are his kryptonite. The easiest way to get him to do anything.

You once told him how wet you get hearing the sounds he makes on the court, and he’s never undressed you quick enough.

He also doesn’t think he’s ever came that hard before in his life.

He loves to buy you flowers.

He also loves it when you play with his hair; it’s the easiest way for him to fall asleep.

When Patrick comes to visit, there is a definite unspoken jealousy that radiates from him, but Art pretends like he doesn’t see it.

But it also doesn’t stop him from asking if he can come back to his dorm room later after his competition… if you’ll be there, that is.

Patrick will swallow his pride if it means he can get off watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend.

Every time it happens, you and Art promise each other it’s the last time…but it never is.

You two have date nights every Friday, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t the one thing a week he looked forward to.

He calls you his good luck charm, and you are his #1 fan.

This wasn’t the most boyfriend!Art, but I can definitely do a part 2… I kept getting sidetracked…

#mike faist #challengers #art x reader #art donaldson #art headcanon #art donaldson x reader

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azsazz · 2 months

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With Me

Eris x Rhysand's Sister!Reader

Summary: Anon Req: I know your request are closed but still writing. In the future could you do something with Eris x rhys sister?

Warnings: Graphic depictions of canon violence

Word Count: 1,520

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It had been on a wisp of an autumn breeze that Eris found out.

Found out about the plans of the High Lord of Spring, how he and his sons planned an ambush on the wife and daughter of the High Lord of Night on their travels to the Illyrian mountains for a visit with her son.

He had been on his horse, red as the leaves on the trees, scouting the borders between Autumn and Spring. The wind ruffled his hair and tickled his pointed ears with the whispers of scheming sons. Eris had stilled the mare beneath him and urged the current with a touch of magic to enhance the conversation.

That High Lord will pay for everything he’s tried to do to ours.

He won’t even know what’s coming. And neither will those little bitches.

Dibs on the older one.

It had eaten Eris throughout the day. Across the rest of his round on the border, during battle strategy, between sword fighting with his younger brothers. Lucien was learning quickly how to play his brothers against each other, and even scored a hit on Eris while his mind had been run through with worry.

He is a smart male but the thought of going to his father with this news didn’t feel right, but keeping it to himself felt even worse. So, after a family dinner that he loathed, Eris put on his emerald robes and marched into the Night Court territory.

He was too late.

Eris caught the scent of your blood on a tornado of wind that carried the harrowing cries of you and your mothers downfall. You had been brutally attacked by the Spring Court sons and their father, and as Eris crept closer he saw blood coated flowers sprouting from the ground. The High Lord’s magic, a love note to the High Lord of Night.

A soft gurgle caught his attention as he stepped into the clearing washed in moonlight. The sight before him was harrowing; your carriage door ripped off its hinges, the windows blown out. Even the large, black steeds that had been pulling the wagon had been slaughtered, their entrails long lines in the white snow.

A wet cough, one with the whisper of death accompanying it drew his attention. Eris didn’t hesitate to locate you, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of you curled beneath your slain mother, her arms still wrapped around you protectively.

Your eyes were wide with fear, mouth gaping like a fish. Blood of both yours and your mothers surrounded you, leaking from your lips, from between the hands you had pressed weakly to your stomach.

Falling to his knees, Eris reached a hand out but halted when your eyes met his. His mind was reeling, a young warrior with little battlefield experience before a female struggling through her thinning breaths.

Something stirred deeply within him, something he knew but couldn’t say, wouldn’t admit out loud until years later.

You had enough strength to shift your hand in the snow, reaching towards him, eyes screaming a plea for help from the handsome son of Autumn.

And he did. He held your organs in his hands as he winnowed you from Night into his own territory, right into the hands of his mother.

Amaretto stood with a start, the book in her hands falling loudly to the floor. There were no sounds in the room, not even the crackling of the fires raging in the hearths. She kept it this way so she could hear the sounds of her husband's footsteps when he walked down the marble halls of the Woodland House, each echo a shot to her confidence.

“Eris,” she gasps at her son, who looks over at her with wide, pleading, auburn eyes. She halts in her tracks, that look in his eyes, the sheer terror on his face. Her own eyes softened with a knowing look, and she uttered, “Oh, Eris.”

He and his mother worked in tandem all through the night. And when Beron’s footsteps began to sound down the hall Eris had been the one to distract him, goad him. He didn’t care about the bruises and pain inflicted by his father’s hand because it was nothing to the pain he could feel from you, through the thread of the bond that had appeared at the sight of you.

His mother saved your life with the little trickle of healing magic she had left. Always hidden from Beron, but would use it to save her son’s mate’s life. Two gentle souls that deserved much better hands that you had been dealt in the world.

Eris stayed by your side when you had been moved to a guest room. You hadn’t woken for days and he couldn’t figure out a way to hide you from his father who would surely use you against the Night Court, who were mourning the news of their felled female family members.

Word had come of the slaying of the Spring Court High Lord and the two eldest sons, leaving young Tamlin to take his place. In the fray, the High Lord of Night had been murdered as well, with Rhysand taking the chair of rule.

It was all very confusing times.

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“Eris,” you plead, tears staining your eyes. He can feel the cracking in your chest even though you’re trying to hide it from him. You’ve never been good at blocking your feelings from your loving mate, but the thought of returning home was all too much. Eris wasn’t understanding your fear, your need to go home to the Night Court after so long away, after Amarantha’s reign of terror has finally ended. “I need to see my brother.”

Eris had hidden you from the wretched female while he and all of the other citizens of the Autumn Court had been forced beneath the mountain. It had been a long, lonely fifty years of trying to find a way to get back to Velaris, to get inside of the barriers that had been protected with an extra boost of Rhysand’s power before he became trapped.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, hugging you closely. The both of you are laid up in his bed, days of reacquainting each other with the other’s body after so long away. Your mate had all but fallen apart in your arms, and you in his, the loneliness of your years spent wondering how your mate fared against the powerful female set to ruin your world.

“Come with me,” you beg wetly, clutching to his clothes. He had winnowed right back into your arms as soon as he was able, and he hasn’t let you go since. You hadn’t wanted him to. “Let’s run away from Autumn, together.”

Just like Lucien had done, chased away from the Court he knew as home while their awful brothers hunted him down. It had been another harrowing night for Eris, one you held him through.

Only the knowledge that his brother was safe in the Spring Court had kept him from completely falling apart.

“I can’t just leave like this, fawn,” he answers wetly, stroking your hair back from your face. You’re as beautiful as the day you woke up, when your eyes landed on his and the bond made itself known to you. He has spent every day since thanking the Mother for this time with you, for sparing you that winter night, for keeping you safe when he was trapped under the mountain with no way out. “Not yet.”

Your voice breaks and hot tears stream down your face, throat tightening to the point where no words could break if you tried. You want Eris to come with you, you need Eris to come with you. You’ve only just gotten him back and it cannot be time to give him up already.

“It’s okay, fawn,” Eris consoles sadly. He will keep you in his arms tonight and tomorrow, up until he escorts you to your brother’s land and makes sure that you are safe with them. He has been a selfish male for so many years, falling headfirst into the mating bond. He’d fallen into you completely and without any remorse, the same way you had found yourself falling into him. “You need to do this. And I will be here, fighting for a better life for us until we can be together, freely.”

Eris and Amaretto had come up with an elaborate plan to tell the rest of the family. That Eris would hide you until you healed, and found his mate at the Autumnal Equinox balls. It would ensure your safety, being classed as a High Fae, but also being Eris’ mate. You had learned to deal with Beron and Eris’ insufferable brothers for years.

You love Eris with every fiber of your being, and the thought of parting with him so soon after getting him back tears your heart to shreds, but you need to go, especially after everything Eris had told you happened down there.

“I love you, Eris.”

“I love you too, fawn.”

#eris x reader #eris/reader #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #acosf #eris #eris vanserra

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draemgal · 9 months

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friends | azriel

friends should sleep in other beds, friends shouldn’t touch me like you do.

✎ᝰ inspo

↳ hello darling! I have this idea, Az and reader have to share a bed for a mission and they are fine with it. The only problem is that reader has never shared a bed before so she doesn't know that she moves a lot and that she is affectionate haha so poor Az gets a couple of kicks and hugs haha something funny and cute :) oh! and they both have that hidden feeling for each other hehe

not proof-read because i’m lazy<3

the air of the inn was cold and the various sounds of the receptionist’s keys clacking and the inner circle’s laughter fell upon your tired ears. a long day of traveling and bickering did a number on your body, your hands barely able to keep a grip on your luggage.

“currently we have four beds available.” the receptionist reported to your high lord. rhyshand had sleep in his eyes but still managed to shake his head.

“i requested five rooms. surely you must be able to work something out, i am the high lord of the night court, after all.”

you rolled your eyes and held back the urge to fake barf at his poor attempt to use his power to get another bed.

“unless you want to march up there and kick someone out of their bed, you’re out of luck, ‘high lord.’” the receptionist smiled sweetly and gave him four separate keys. “before you pull the high lord card, make sure you’re in your own court.”

rhys smiled back and shrugged. “worth a shot, right?” he then turned and handed azriel, mor, and cassian a set of keys.

you rubbed your eyes and cleared the grogginess out of your voice before speaking. “so, rhys and feyre, cassian and mor, and me and azriel in separate rooms, right?”

cassian groaned and shook his head vigorously. “absolutely not. i’m getting my own room with my own bed tonight.”

you turn to mor with pleading eyes, but she smirked and shook her head. mor is the only one you have told about your crush on the shadowsinger. she gave you eyes that were saying “now is your chance.” to which you replied with eyes that begged to room with her.

“i call dibs.”

azriel quietly stared at the floor tiles. “i can sleep on the floor, if you want, y/n.”

you vigorously shook your head. “no, it’s okay. you have a big role to play in the mission tomorrow. you need rest.”

rhys nodded and wrapped his arm around the exhausted feyre and smiled. “now that’s sorted, see you lot tomorrow.”

the walk to the room was silent, only the sound of the key jingling filled the air. as soon as the door opened, you turned on the lamp beside the bed and dropped your luggage.

azriel snickered. “you’re sleeping in your day clothes?”

your muscles ached as the soft mattress enveloped your body. you mumbled a “yes” into the duvet and nuzzled your face deeper into the fabric.

it was quiet for a moment until azriel set his luggage down with a thud and sat down next to you, the bed creaking a bit. you could hear him unlacing his shoes and slipping them off. his silence to anyone else would be normal, but to you it was off.

begrudgingly, you fought the urge to drift off and sat up beside him, looking at his profile. gods, what a pretty man. his dark hair falling in swoops over his eyes due to the angle of his head. he sat still with his hands clasped.

“why didn’t you want to share a room with me? you asked everyone… everyone except me.”

it took a moment for his words to register but once they did you shook your head and grabbed his scarred hands in yours. “azriel…”

“what, y/n?” he looked to meet your eyes. through the dark bags and droopy lashes, you saw the need for reassurance.

“i can’t get into this right now, azriel.” you dropped his hands and stood up, reaching for your bag. he countered this by grabbing the bag from you and tossing it aside.

“it isn’t right, y/n. me and you are the closest out of everyone in the inner circle. it was embarrassing to see you actively avoid and beg to get out of sharing a bed with me.”

you huffed and went to grab your bag but when your fingers met his you stopped short. “you know that wasn’t my intention.”

“then tell me what was!”

you closed your eyes and inhaled. you weren’t ready to face the rejection you expected was coming. azriel was just a friend. it was easier this way, so you chose the ladder.

“i’ve never shared a bed before, okay? i don’t know how to do it. i take up space, i move too much, i snore, i’m miserable to sleep next to.”

it took a moment before azriel stone-cold face cracked into amusement, his lips taking up a smirk and his eyes squinting slightly. a laugh left his lips and your heart rate softened.

“are you serious? that’s it?”

sheepishly you nod and look down at your fingers. “can i please change now?”

he grabs your bag and sets it on to the bed before softly kissing the top of your head and ruffling your hair. “you can’t be that bad of a sleeping partner. you should see mor. that girl is a duvet hog if i’ve ever seen one.”

he made his way into the bathroom to give you space to change into your sleeping clothes. the air gave you goosebumps that peppered your skin and you shivered, pulling on a thin long sleeve and cursing yourself for not bringing warmer clothes. inns were always chilly, you knew this.

“az?” you shouted so he could hear you. “can i borrow a sweatshirt?”

“i told you to bring warmer clothes.” he sighed and knocked on the door to make sure you were decent before coming out and taking his off, throwing it in your direction. “here, i’m actually okay for right now.”

you snorted. “of course you are, you’re like a natural furnace.” you pulled the hoodie over you, taking a second to appreciate his scent and the way it felt on you.

“now that you’re done bullying me, can we please get to sleep?” he collapsed on the bed, his wings splaying comfortably beneath him. you nodded and awkwardly shuffled into bed beside him.

once again, silence. you focused in on the sound of his breaths and closed your eyes, snuggling deeper into the warmth of the covers. “is this okay?”

he laughed quietly and turned to face you. “i actually would prefer something a little more like this.” he whispered before moving closer to you and tucking you in his wing. “feel free to move as you please, i don’t get much sleep anyways.”

your heartbeat nervously. this all felt so… intimate. you had never been so close to someone, especially not someone you had a major crush on. soon, the anxiousness faded and you let sleep overwhelm you, losing awareness of your limbs as they somehow made their way around azriel and your head found it’s comfort on his chest.

“are you asleep?” he whispered, scared to welcome your touch as if you’d regain consciousness and move away. after seconds of no reply, he smiled and pressed his cheek against the top of your head, his hands rubbing comforting circles on your back.

right as he was about to drift off, your hand collided with his side and he jumped. he looked down, expecting you to be awake because you assaulted him like that, but your eyes were closed and soft, quiet snores poured out of your slightly parted lips. he smirked and held you tighter.

“goodnight, y/n.”

maybe one day he’d tell you his true feelings, but for tonight he had you. and to azriel that was enough.

#azriel x you #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel imagine #azriel one shot #azriel supremacy #azriel fluff

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ilypaigebuckets · 16 days

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could you write something about Caitlin based on so high school by Taylor?

literally same wavelength bc i was thinking abt writing this last night that’s crazy!!! i hope you like it! as always my reqs are open for you guys :) feel free to request any scenarios, hcs, prompts, etc <3

pairing: cc x reader

plot summary: caitlin gets asked a question about her girlfriend at a post game interview and it takes her back to her high school years with you.

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“So Caitlin,” an interviewer questions, “you were on fire tonight on the court. What gives you that drive and that power to keep pushing through?” Caitlin tightened her ponytail and cocked her head to the side, thinking of an answer.

“I couldn’t have done it without the support of my family, teammates and of course my Coach. But there’s something else, well someone else, that definitely has played a huge part into my success over the years. My beautiful girl Y/N. She’s supported me through everything, ever since I’ve known her. She’s just this ball of sunshine that’s just..just my everything. She’s been my biggest supporter and being around her just makes me feel like so..i don’t know so high school, I guess?” Caitlin chuckles at the end of her sentence, thinking back to get when first fell for you

I. I want to find you in a crowd just to hide from you.

It was your junior year of high school when you started to get close with Caitlin. You were a new student and had sat by her in her chem class. She took a liking to you immediately. You weren’t exactly the science type, your forte being more English and History; Language composition, Aristotle, socratic seminars, those were your thing. You came right as basketball season was starting and Caitlin saw this as a perfect opportunity to get closer with the pretty girl in her chem.

“Hey! Super random but are you a basketball fan?” Caitlin questioned you, “I have a game today if you want come”.

“I mean it’s not really my thing, but I’d love to come support you!” You replied cheerfully.

Fast forward to the game, your schools team won 58-67, thanks to Caitlin and her amazing skills.

Caitlin’s teammates surrounded her, but all she could think about was the pretty girl in her chemistry class that came to watch her. Just her. She searched for you in the crowd until she finally saw you. She was to scared for your eyes to meet, and quickly looked away. She hurried back to the locker room with her cheeks pink underneath the gymnasium’s twinkling lights. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and checked her phone.

Y/N💕

you were great tonight! thanks for the invite ;)

Caitlin buried her head in her hands. You were going to be the death of her.

2. I’ll drink what you think and I’m high

Later that year, Caitlin took you out to a house party. She thought it would be a great way to get you out of your shell and meeting new people. Not in a romantic sense of course, she already had dibs on you and everyone except her knew it.

At the party you both declined any drinks offered to you, wanting to stay clean and level headed for your first official “hangout” together. Despite staying sober, Caitlin was cracking up at every one of your jokes. You continued them just to see her smile.

“Wonder how much Cait’s had to drink.” One of her teammates said. “Not a drop,” another replied.

The latter was right. Caitlin Clark was simply drunk on love.

3. Are you gonna Marry, Kiss, or Kill me?

The end of your junior year, Caitlin took you to another party. You two were crushing and crushing hard, but hadn’t made anything official yet.

One of your mutual friends suggested you play a game of kiss, marry, kill and being bored out of your minds, you all complied. “So Y/N, kiss, marry, kill. Caitlin, Alexis, and Joshua.” You didn’t skip a beat and replied instantaneously.

“Easy peasy. Cait for all three.”

“WHAT?!” Caitlin shrieked, “You wanna kill me?!” looking at you with an expression of mock horror.

“Well, you can’t pick 2 and not the other. So technically I have no other choice.” You looked at her sweetly.

“Actually I think the point of the game is you assign one name to either kiss, marry, or kill.” Your mutual friend started, “But I’ll let it slide for you two lovebirds.”

4. Touch me while your boys play GTA.

It was your high school senior year. Caitlin’s basketball team was having a relaxed hangout at her house, playing video games. You had made your relationship official over the summer, and were excited to see what this school year had in store for you both.

You and Caitlin were snuggled up together under a blanket on her couch, while her teammates sat on the ground below playing Grand Theft Auto, a game you knew nothing about. You and Caitlin stared at each other intensely and suddenly you jumped in your seat. The hand on your thigh had shocked you, Caitlin had always seemed so PG to you. You looked up at her with an “are you crazy?!” look on your face. She used her free hand to put up her pointer finger to her mouth as if to shush you.

You weren’t quick ready to take things further than that, never having had anybody the way you’d had her before. She of course respected you and gave you a kiss on the forehead, and then proceeded to get up. “Okay guys, time for me to show you why Y/N calls me the Grand Theft Auto Annihilator.”

“Dude. I have never in my life thought about calling you that.”

5. I’m hearing voices, like a madman.

Freshman year of college and you both had committed to the University of Iowa. The two of you had, of course, decided to room together, and were happy and content with how everything had worked out for you too.

Living together proved to be somewhat challenging at first, with Caitlin being quite messy with her things. She was usually level-headed and wasn’t one to start fights, but God forbid you mention something about her not keeping her side of your room clean. Her D1 ego would not allow you to.

That day you two had bickered about Caitlin not doing the dishes like she’d promised to. “Caitlin. There’s literally 3 dishes in the sink, and you said you’d do them. C’mon man.” You said to her, half joking in an attempt to get her to listen without arguing. But Caitlin had already had a stressful morning and was not in the mood. “I’ll do them after,” She spoke curtly. “I have practice.” She jumped up, grabbed her bag, and stalked out of the dorm.

During practice, she was a mess. She kept missing shots. “Serves her right,” She thought to herself, “Little Miss ‘Oh I’m Y/N yes I’m so clean and proper lalalala-” Caitlin paused as she realized how absolutely ridiculous she sounded. She reminded herself of you whenever you did impressions of your dad. In an instant she busted into a fit of giggles, sharing her thought with her teammates so they could laugh too.

After practice, she came straight home to your shared dorm and spent the rest of the night making it up to you with a movie night filled with popcorn, candy, and most importantly a clean sink.

Caitlin snapped back into the present as the interviewer finished her thought, “It sure seems like your girlfriend Y/N has played a huge role in not only your life on the court but also off of it. How sweet! Where is she tonight?”

“She’s actually…” Caitlin turned around to look for you, and saw you walking past her to Kate wearing one of her jersey’s. She softly grabbed your arm and pulled you into the camera’s view. “She’s right here! Hi baby!” Caitlin gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before turning her attention back to the interview.

“So Y/N, in your eyes how do you think Caitlin did tonight?” The interviewer now questioned you.

You took a moment to think and then smiled, “Amazing as always. She’s always been amazing. Ever since high school where I met her.”

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #paige bueckers

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yandereunsolved · 1 month

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Imagine what yandere Chain would be like with a yiga darling that comes from Wilds Hyrule. Legend learns that Ravio tried to steal from the yiga in Wilds Hyrule and obviously got caught. The Chain travels through the perilous Geurdo Desert to save him. After disarming every yiga in the base, they find that they missed one. Ravio is flirting with this Yiga Clan member—wait, Ravio is flirting with them?

Ravio calls dibs on yiga darling. He is the one who found them first, after all. Sure, he snuck in to steal all of the precious gems, weapons, and other things the clan had hoarded over the years. He was blessed to find something much more valuable. You wouldn't be able to understand that he is a darling. Years of training under Sooga have sharpened your mind and hardened your heart. You just don't have the emotional intelligence to understand how devoted he truly is to you. He didn't realize it at first. It's just your dominance. You know how to put him in his place if he starts being too touchy or perverted around you. Does it stop him? No. It entices him. Like a rabbit to its treasured carrot. He just wants to eat you up.

Time is the one that convinces the group to take you in for interrogation. Which evolves into you being held hostage by a bunch of love-sick heroes that were chosen by the goddesses you swore against. Time treats you like a child, and it infuriates you. He is always giving you advice and besting you in sparring. That's his way of courting you and showing you that you need him. He'd be the perfect husband for you. He could protect you if any yiga from any version of Hyrule tried to come after you. He could make you feel good and be your protector. He's tired of having to protect everyone and lead them. He only wants to do that with you. How beautiful you would look between him and Malon. She already adores you as well, based on what Time has told her of you. He also has the Fierce Deity mask in his arsenal. He isn't afraid of getting the deity involved if it keeps you with him.

Twilight almost mimics Times yandere ways. He is also the only one Twilight will listen to when it comes to you. If Time wants time with you, then he gets it. Even if it is at the cost of him spending time with you. Which does make sense considering Time is his ancestor. He treats you like you are his younger sibling. He is always quick to lend a hand to you. He is always second to scold you after Time for your yiga ways. He always protects you when in his wolf form. Those platonic yandere brother tendencies develop into romantic partner feelings after you save his life. It was more of an accidental thing.

They were traveling through a version of Gerudo Desert when a Molduga appeared out from under them. They were all quick to fight back against the beast while trying to get you away from the battle.

They always do that, every time. They have contemplated crippling you just so you lose your soldier persona faster, as well as you being more dependent on them.

The Moldulga had thrown Twilight deep into the sands, and some stray Lizafolos had been attracted. He was injured and was about to be impaled when you saved him. That was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Your determination and reflexes made the wolf part of him howl. He could just feel himself falling that fast for you. After all, you can't hate the heroes that much if you saved one of them, right?

That means you must be madly in love with him.

Sky barely interacts with you. You just get a lot of stares and awkward moments with him. Something about you just makes his mind go blank and his heart begin to pound. It confuses him even more when he learns what a yiga is. He pours his obsessive feelings out when Fi is around. He constantly talks about you to them and fantasizes. Fi becomes interested and eventually approves of Sky's infatuation. They know it isn't healthy, but it just makes him so happy. They have to admit that they don't know a lot about relationships in the first place. So they'll help Sky by giving him things to talk about with you. The mastersword may just always accidentally end up in your care, so Fi can help Sky stalk you. Some of the others panic with the fact that Sky is fine with leaving the mastersword in your hands. What if you use it as a bargaining tool against them? Of course, Fi is there, but they side with Sky on all matters. So Fi could keep you from them. Good for Sky, bad for the rest of The Chain.

Legend hates how passive and strong you are. You just have this wall that he wants to break down so badly. You have done awful things, at least from what he has learned about the yiga. So what gives you the right to act so perfect all the time? He does his best to humiliate you in any way possible. He knows you hide your face behind that stupid mask all the time, so he either hides it or breaks it. If you get another one, he does the same thing again. This does present a bit of a problem when Four offers to make you new armor, one without yiga symbols. He inadvertently allowed the two of you to get closer. Goddesses, damn it all!

He just needs to break you down so he is able to find his way into your heart. What was once a passive interest in your lack of emotion became a convoluted infatuation with you. He will do anything to make you show any emotion on your features. Your expressions are like ambrosia from the Golden Three. He'll pick out your worst insecurities if he has to, put you in the most compromising positions, give you love potions, anything—he'll slaughter the entirety of the Yiga Clan if only to see the absolute myriad of emotions wildly strewn across your face.

It was Shadow who first introduced Fours obsession into the world. The Colors hadn't seen Shadow in forever. Yet, now he was here, playing mischievous pranks on you. The others never seemed to notice Shadow except for you and Four. He made himself only noticeable to the two or five of you, depending on how you look at it. The others could sense him, but they just shook off the odd feeling. You began to grow closer with him, and Four couldn't have that. All of The Colors were arguing about what to do about him. Vio was especially upset, and Four was teetering on the edge of constantly splitting. The only thing that calmed them down was when they shooed Shadow away and were near you. It's like the darker version of himself understood the feelings that were just beneath the surface. Shadow made sure they grew so that not only could he be infatuated with you, but Four as well. It was something so sick and twisted that all four of them couldn't fight it. They protected you from Shadow's influence when they should've been protecting you from themselves all along.

It turns into a game of The Colors looking to mark you in different ways. Sure, they work together, but one is more dominant than the others in Fours mind and body most days. With your Yiga training, you were able to understand what was happening pretty quickly—well, part of it. You knew Four and Shadow were somehow connected. You knew that he must have a disorder or a strange genetic mutation because of how his eye colors kept changing on the daily—sometimes hourly. It was not a perfect blend with you around. They were all so needy for some part of you. They craved just an ounce of your affection and love.

Legend and his dumb fuckery gave them the perfect opportunity. All of a sudden, every chance Four could, he would whisk you away. He says that it's just because he is making you a special set of armor and weapons. The others will be irked and grumble about it, but they know it's four the best. Even Time approves of the armor and weapons being made for you. Of course, there is a catch to this. There always is.

They're essentially baby-proofed with a magical enchantment made by Legend and Hyrule. If you try to use your weapons without one of their permissions, they'll be too heavy to use and rendered useless. If you refuse to take your armor off or use it in whatever way one of the Links deems inappropriate, it'll basically turn from armor into something that demobilizes and swaddles you. Don't try to argue against it. You're blessed by Hylia herself that they even let you have armor or weapons, period. That's only because they are incredibly paranoid about you being harmed in way hylianly possible.

Four will reveal his secrets to you one day. He just has to make sure that you can't run first.

Hyrule sees you as above him in many ways. He doesn't really see himself as the hero, but you seem to be confident in your yiga position. You are so competent and level-headed. Hyrule falls in love with yiga darling almost as fast as Ravio does. You are just so perfect in his eyes. Your rough edges seem to round when he heals you with his magic. Not to mention that your body is so plush and soft. He feels himself growing red from pointed ear to pointed ear anytime he has to get near your body. It's just so perfect. It's nothing like this. He's lanky, and because of his fairy genes, he just seems to be unable to put on a lot of muscle. You though? You look like you were crafted by Din herself.

You are closest to Wild, much to the others chargin. You are from his Hyrule, and you met the hero while he was on his quest to save it. He didn't kill you after he had disarmed you only a couple of years ago. He may have defeated Master Kohga, but you didn't have the heart to hate him after that. You go to him whenever you need a break from the others. You always choose him to watch you if the others are arguing over who gets to watch you during nightwatch. You always compliment his food, and you interact with him the most. Wild even had the gall to teach you Hylian sign!

So many of the other Links hold such great resentment towards him for that. That was such an intimate thing for you to learn. Wild isn't the smartest of the bunch. A different Link should have taught you that! Cal is the most envious of the fact that Wild got to teach it to you. He is only semi-verbal and uses a lot of sign to communicate with the others. Not as much as Wild, but still! That's why the others use his trauma against him a lot. They'll tell you all the negative things about Wild in an effort to put a wedge in your relationship with him. Hyrule will go as far as to poison your food, so you no longer trust him to cook your meals.

Sages yandere tendencies evolve from simple indifference in you traveling with them to aggressive in nature. Whenever he sees you, it's like a switch is flipped in his brain, and he suddenly becomes paranoid and fidgety. He has dealt with the Yiga Clan far too much. He wants to suppress these feelings. He wants to make them go away. So instead of just acting passive toward you, he acts aggressive. He's very much a more extreme version of a tsundere. He acts like he wants to murder you, which a part of him does just so he doesn't have to feel vulnerable ever again. The other part of him just wants to strip you of anything yiga, so you can be this defenseless little thing that he has to protect. He wants to make you feel as vulnerable as he feels around you.

Aged-up Wind is naturally smitten with you from the first time he lays eyes on you. You remind him of a pirate. You like to steal and battle, just like him. He's often butting into whatever conversation you are having with another Link. He is shameless about it as well. He'll take up all of your time and try to convince you to come back to his Hyrule. They're holding you here against your will. Having only one yandere Link to deal with is better than a dozen. You both could be rulers over the Great Sea. That's his secret fantasy; the rest of his brothers envying him for having you while you both get married and have a bunch of awe-inspiring offspring. That's how he'd stake his claim on you against the others.

Warriors sees you as a threat at first. He is always on edge and ready for you to attack. Eventually, his apprehension turns to curiosity, which evolves into being enamored with you. He agrees with the rest about you needing to be protected and to never be in battle again, but at the same time he is tempted. He is the one that allows you to train, as long as it's with him or under his supervision. He loves testing your abilities while training. He admires your physique and has to restrain himself from touching you. He just wants his hands to explore your body. You could do the same to him. You wouldn't mind; he's pretty sure you wouldn't mind. The fact that you are from the Yiga Clan only interests him more. There's so much knowledge about their battle tactics and customs that you are keeping from them. Wars mimics Legend in the way that he will break you down emotionally to learn more about you. Wars needs to know about where you came from because, in a way, he understands. He's dealt with the training, having to deal with royalty, and saving the world. You're a soldier, just like him. You must understand that on some level. He just feels this automatic connection. It's like he's found the one he's been looking for all his life. A lover in the guise of an enemy.

Cal is the last one to fall for you. He can't believe that yiga scum would cause so many versions of himself to fall in love. Until he sees the softer side of you, just for a moment. Then, you have him hooked. He starts to see you as a victim of them. You are just someone who needs to be reformed and protected. He devotes every second of his free time to teaching you how to be an individual, not just another yiga soldier. Perhaps his teaching includes having to get up close and personal with you. He has never kissed anyone before, but he'd be more than willing to practice with you. You know—to help you reform yourself.

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Being Married to the Snow Queen

Elsa x Knight!Reader Headcanons

You were her protector but also the one who stole the Snow Queen’s heart

Anna was cheering for the two of you, she called you her OTP. Whatever that means

You and Elsa were ‘courting’ in private. You stole kisses whenever it was just you and her. She read her favorite books of poetry to you and vice versa.

The Snow Queen just loves being held by her knight. Made her feel loved and safe.

Elsa was the one who asked you to marry her. Technically it was forbidden for you to ask for her hand, she was the queen after all.

You and Elsa wanted a simple wedding. Nothing too fancy or extravagant.

Maybe you shouldn’t have let Anna or the Trolls be the planners.

The wedding ended up being the most extravagant ceremony the Trolls ever put on. You’d hate to see what they’d do for Anna and Kristoff.

Olaf was the ring bearer and Sven was best reindeer. Anna was her sister’s maid of honor. Grandpabby Troll was the Justice of the Peace.

You and Elsa were just happy to finally call one another’s.

She still calls you her knight and you call her your Queen.

You’ll steal any and all time you can with one another.

Elsa will pull you off somewhere and shove you into a closet if she has to just to make out with you.

Kisses? Elsa is a huge fan of any kiss to her face. She giggles when you kiss her eyes. She shutters when you kiss her jaw. And she practically melts when your lips capture hers.

Hugs? Elsa loves hugs from behind. Add in a little dancing sway to the mix and she just melts.

After a long and stressful day, Elsa just loves lying under the covers with you holding her close.

Big spoon or little spoon? Depends.

Elsa’s mischievous side has emerged and you couldn’t be happier. Being with you allows her to be more playful.

She’ll sometimes put an ice wall over your bedroom doors so you and her won’t be disturbed.

Elsa just loves the fact that she can grow old with you and knows that you’ll show your kids just as much love as you show to her daily.

Speaking of kids, the council has been inquiring about potential heirs lately. Elsa politely yet directly tells them to mind their own business.

Truth is you and Elsa have been having those same talks. She’d love to have a little boy or a little girl. Maybe one of each.

Olaf has called dibs on being godsnowman.

Your marriage to Elsa is one full of love, light, and a few laughs. Definitely the woman you can’t live without.

#disney #disney fluff #disney headcanons #headcanon #disney frozen #frozen #frozen fluff #frozen elsa #elsa #elsa x reader #Elsa imagine #queen elsa #elsa of arendelle #queen x reader #queen x knight

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libraryraccoon · 6 months

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If I was isekaid in Twisted Wonderland

I would be the worst person that Twisted Wonderland have ever seen.

I will laugh every 5 minutes, even when it's not funny. Ace crushed by a cauldron ? Yes. Grim trying to burn/threaten me ? Yeah. Riddle saying out of nowhere that he wishes he had eaten pie/played with Trey and Chenya when they were little ? Hear my laugh. Ace punching Riddle ? Yeah, I'll laugh.

I didn't lie when I say I was a hyena. I will be Ruggie Secret Love Brother/j

100% I will try to negotiate with Crowley to be a therapist or a student, all but NOT a concierge.

"Are you sure you're not going to let me in as a student ? You know, people would probably talk about how kind and generous you are if you did this. It would go viral on the Internet and a lot of people would like to come."

Yeah, I would definetly say something like that. No way I'm a concierge when I can't clean my room.

I'm not going to survive at the Overblots, it's said. I'm bad at sports, I never manage to dodge. I die at Riddle Overblot.

And if I don't die at the Overblots, I call Social Services/Child Protection at Twisted Wonderland after Azul's Overblot. Do you see book 6 when Crowley is in court ? Yeah, that's him after I called child protection. No way I let him be a headmage after that.

I will try to join the RSA if it doesn't work. Cause I CAN'T survive at Idia's overblot with the little minigames and Malleus' overblot.

“I will give you a gift, child of man.” Nah, leave me alone, I want to live. Let me live another day.

I will also say things like "Crowley, you have a [.....] kink" when he will try to give me job to do before running away. And I will do thing like that with all character that try to make me make their jobs/make me a therapist. I will doxx them all.

Idia will probably ask me how I know all of that about them. And I will just be here like "The less you know, better it is, and more legal it's/it is. :)"

I will probably try to be a background character.

At the Masquarade event, I will be the one who goes to the tower. It will be faster because as Yuu, I won't have any magic so the flowers will just stay flowers for me.

Knowing me, when the time of go back down the tower will come, I will be so tired of having to climb everything that I will go down by jumping from the tower with an umbrella at the Mary Poppins style.

Jamil will try to keep Kalim away from me because he won't want me to corrupt him.

I WILL slap Ace after what he say to Deuce in book 5.

I'm going to avoid Vil like if he was a mortal sickness. I will NEVER allowed him to puts makeup on me, for my mental well-being.

I will try to take a shower in another dorm than Ramshakle. No way I shower without hot water.

If I can't, I will make a contract with Azul. I don't care if he want Ramshakle, just let me take shower with hot water.

If Crowley don't give me money for improve Ramshackle, I will steal or make a deal with Azul.

Azul will see me every days.

I will be friend with Idia on games. Even if I hate the games.

I will probably make illegal things.

Like, you know the guys who tell you informations for money ? Yeah. That's me.

Oh and I will probably slap Crowley or do an Overblot if I can. Cause I can't stay mentally sane with the 30 trauma I will win with the 7 books.

Ruggie 🤝 me = stealing Leona and other people.

I will touch Jack tail. It's so soft, I just know it.

And I will adopt Ortho and Grim. I call dibs.

So, in short, I would be hated by everyone and I would doxx everyone for money.

Me every time I go to Octavinelle for a shower after making a contract with Azul <33

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Hi! I feel bad for having messaged twice in kinda quick succession, but I have a Bleach AU idea and don’t really have anyone to tell about it, but i hope you’d like to hear about it!

So I’ve only recently been trying to finish reading Bleach (I’ve read earlier chapters multiple times, but never managed to read past the Xcution arc). I’ve still got about 100 odd chapters to go, but I’m in the thousand year war arc finally, (and I’ve read the last few chapters, so I know how it ends, just not all of the details in between).

Anyway, I’ve recently read the bit where Kyoraku (is that his name? Shunsui, the head captain guy) actually goes to the land of the living and visits Ichigo’s friends to warn them that depending on how powerful he is once he’s sorted his issues with his Zanpakuto, he might not be able to come back home and it’s just GOT ME THINKING, because so far it’s not been mentioned again, and it isn’t in the last few chapters either, I don’t think. BUT!! What if it is that Ichigo is so powerful now that going back to the human world on a permanent basis would completely mess with the human world, so he’s forced to stay in the soul society.

So much potential for angst, with him missing his sisters and friends (and Kisuke), BUT also so much potential for absolute highjinks in the SS.

I think this could potentially be a little similar to your Turn Back the Clock AU, but I’m just imagining all of the remaining captains/lieutenants all absolutely beside themselves trying to convince Ichigo to join their teams, Shunsui is already eyeing him up for a captain position in the near future, Kenpachi (who’s still a little lost without his little sidekick (whose name I’ve forgotten, god I feel so bad because I love her)) just itching to get Ichigo to join his squad so that he can have daily fights without the trouble of having to go looking for the guy. Shinji (who without a shadow of a doubt has a soft spot for Ichigo, no matter how much he might enjoy irritating him) who wants to have him in his squad as some kind of “visords-stick-together” kinda deal (and because he knows it’d piss all the others off). Rukia laying claim because HELLO, she’s the one that stabbed him and gave him the powers in the first place, she calls dibs! Hell, I think even Byakuya would want him in his squad, because as much as he might deny it if asked, he’s actually rather fond of the guy, so long as he learns to call him Captain rather than his first name.

And as things are want to do in the SS, where the more power the shinigami, the more insane they seem to be, things get a little out of hand. During one heated discussion, where they’re all giving their updates on how well each of them think they’re doing in convincing Ichigo to join them, someone (I’m thinking a shit-stirrer like Yumichika maybe) gives the idea that hey, this competition seems almost as if you’re trying to court the guy! And so it turns into this weird ass Shinigami-courting situation, with a “whoever manages to (woo) CONVINCE Ichigo to join their squad is OBVIOUSLY the one that Ichigo likes best, so that means that he’s OBVIOUSLY also open to (after)life long commitment in the form of marriage to whichever captain wins” kinda thing going on.

Cue Ichigo not getting a single moments peace, when all he really wants is to be left alone to just PROCESS the fact that he 1) has had to leave everyone and everything he’s ever known in the human world to live with these absolutely crazy people, and 2) just fought in a very big battle and helped kill a thousands-year old crazy Quincy guy.

He’s more than happy spending his time helping clean up and rebuild the SS for now, and he’s happy to worry about what comes next once the SS is back on its feet. (And he’s more than a little oblivious to the weird fighting/flirting/coercing that seems to happen whenever he comes across any familiar face whenever he’s out and about).

It all comes to a head when his friends from home come for a visit to the soul society with those handy dandy tokens that Shunsui gave them, and instantly see what’s happening and have to sit Ichigo down and explain to him that he may or may not (but definitely does) have twenty or so extremely powerful shinigami captains and lieutenants all after his ass(ets), which, know that Ichigo thinks about it, definitely explains a few things that’ve been happening to him lately.

And shortly after his friends go back home, all three realms feel a shift in reiatsu and hear a distant screech from Kisuke, who’s suddenly realised that hey, maybe the human world sucks actually and he should relocate back to the soul society for no reason in particular! None at all! Definitely not jealousy because that would be ridiculous.

If I had the time or energy (and a better track record of finishing fics that I start 😬) I’d love to write this, but I fear it’ll be stuck in my notes forever, lol, so thought I’d share!

No I love this so much!! Especially if it's endgame UraIchi and like all this courting, all this drama, all the shenanigans from all these different high-powered shinigami all trying to get Ichigo's attention and Kisuke just rocks up and gets him within a solid 10 minutes and 5 of those were spent with Ichigo purposefully ignoring him while Kisuke apologized for some dumb petty shit he did before Ichigo ended up in SS

#RayRambles #Bleach #prompt #UraIchi

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