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list A + #160 + newlywed! mick

Marital Bliss

Summary : Everyone always says the best sex you’ll never have is the night of your wedding. And you have just become Mrs Schumacher. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader Word Count : 2, 533 ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, PinV sex, no protection, mention of having children, slight dirty talk, all the sugary sweet feels Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note : please note that I don’t usually write newlywed/wedding day tropes, this is a once off, please don’t request in the future ☺️

List : List A Prompts : 160 - “I want to make love to you”

The party was in full swing. The love reverberated around the ballroom and poured out of all the collected guests that had been invited on such a special day. It really made your heart swell at the thought of everyone wanting to celebrate with you and your new husband. You were sat talking to your new mother-in-law - truthfully, you needed a break from all the dancing and schmoozing you had been doing - the pair of you discussing how beautiful the ceremony was and how stunning your custom made designer gown was. Naturally, she gushed over how handsome her son looked and you had to stop yourself from admitting you had been wanting to rip his clothes off all day long.

You watched as your loved ones and friends danced away in front of you. Some of Mick’s racing buddies were twirling your sisters and friends around on the dance floor making them laugh and squeal in delight. You spied your father over in the corner chewing Jean Todt’s ear off while your mother and Michelle seemed to be talking about their dresses. You glanced at Corinna and it was hard not to think of how missed Michael was today. Although she never voiced it you felt her quiet sadness that Mick’s father wasn’t here to enjoy all of the celebrations. With the thought racing in your mind you raised your champagne glass to your lips. The clinking of your rings on the surface snapped you back into the present and served as a reminder of what you had signed up for earlier in the day; a lifetime of carrying the Schumacher name.

You smiled to yourself as you glanced around the awe inspiring ballroom and had a look for your husband - something that yet hadn’t settled in. The last time you saw him he was over near the bar with Seb. Asking him to be his best man was your idea. He had been a father figure to Mick for years so it was a natural choice. But as you looked in the direction you last saw them Seb was now standing with Hannah. Mick was nowhere to be seen. But your confusion was instantly solved when a big fat, wet kiss was placed against your neck from behind.

“Hello Mrs Schumacher” You could hear the smug joy laced in his voice. He hadn’t stopped calling you that all day. The pride bursting out of him each and every time he did it. “Hello Mr Schumacher.” You replied as Mick’s hands glided up your bare shoulders and gently caressed the back of your neck. You had to remember his mother was sitting right beside you as you so desperately wanted to moan at his actions. You settled for reaching for his and and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Corinna excused herself - making some excuse about checking in with some of their family members that had travelled to the wedding but her sudden departure was welcomed by you and your new husband- and Mick was quick to slide into her now vacant seat. “Have I told you how beautiful you look?” You couldn’t hold yourself back from laughing. “Yes, around twenty seven times today.” “You look beautiful. You look beautiful. You look beautiful. There. Thirty.” He leaned in. Lips finding yours. “When can we leave?” He whispered against them. Mick wasn’t really the party type of guy (not like some of his work friends who seed to be relishing in the party atmosphere of the evening). It was one of the things that made you so alike because you weren’t exactly the party type of girl. Heavy drinking and dancing all night till your feet were sore, wasn’t exactly your type of fun. But, this was your wedding reception. You couldn’t leave THIS early. “Mick…” You moaned jokingly “we can’t duck out on all of these guests.” “Sure we can.” He pulled back slightly, grabbed your half full glass of champagne and took a large sip from it before locking eyes with you once again. “I want to make love to you.”

Your stomach flipped and tightened with sheer utter excitement at his words. The whole “wedding night” thing played on your mind for the entire day. It had been your silly little idea a month ago to suggest abstaining from sex for the weeks leading up to the wedding. You read somewhere that it made the night so much more meaningful, passionate and just plain hotter. But no one had told you how bloody fucking difficult it was not having sex for four whole weeks. You quickly grabbed his hand and checked his watch - his fathers watch, which his mother had given him as a gift this morning upon Michel’s request. It was little after 11 and you knew the party still had many more hours left in it. You pondered for a moment. But essentially decided having sex with your husband was so much more important than people pleasing. “Ok…we have to say goodbye to your mum and sister and my parents but yes, let’s leave.”

After goodbyes were made - and a round of hollering from Mick’s mates knowing exactly why you and him were wanting to leave early - the pair of you left while the celebrations raged on. You began ascending the stairs, Mick gathering the train of your dress to help you, trying not to let your hunger for him get the better of you. Once you reached the top of the stairs he kissed you and told you; “I’ve never been happier”. “Neither have I” Your hands went through his soft blonde locks and you pulled him back to you again. You were so desperately starved for his mouth that you moaned straight into it when he grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him.

The pair of you tumbled down the hall. Struggling to walk straight. Your hands and lips were all over him, just as his were all over you. The tension was at a feverish level when you finally reached the room you had gotten ready in earlier in the day. “God…”Mick purred in your ear as he pushed you against the door “I need you.” Your brain couldn’t form any words because his seared on to your skin. He fumbled with the door to get it open and pushed you backwards inside when he did. You almost tumbled over your train as you tripped walking backwards but your husband caught you in his arms.

“Mick…” You pat his arms. You had seen what your bridesmaids and his groomsmen had done. They had strung “Just Married” balloons above the headboard, thrown rose petals around and placed several boxes of condoms on the nightstand. Mick and your laughter echoed around the room at the sight. “Well,” he smirked broadly “we won’t be needing these” he grabbed the condoms and chucked them off the bed and on to the floor. It was a little soon to start family planning - it being your literal wedding night - but you loved how eager he was to have children with you so it made you smile.

Mick’s hands worked to unbutton the tiny row of buttons on your lower back. His lips continually kissing the nape of your neck as he did so. The dress you wore had been designed to your exact taste and now, with how long it was taking to get you out of the gown you regretted choosing so many God damn buttons. When finally there was enough undone you had room to shimmy out of it. Mick pushed the straps down your arms and held your hand to help you step free of your white fabric confines. Mick’s hands were then on you. Finally. They were hot and large and you had dreamed about them for weeks. He used them to turn you round to face him. His eyes taking in the lingerie you had picked out for him - sans bra because your backless dress wouldn’t allow it.

You had already made quick work of Mick’s shirt when you first got into the room but some point when he was undoing buttons he had found time to undo his own so now his trousers were open like an invitation to you. Mick watched you as you placed your hands on his chest and dragged them downward across is taught abs, stopping before where he wanted them most. He used the time to place his hands into your hair, messing it from its perfected waves. In the moments that passed between you, where silence fell, there was the strongest feeling of pure love you had ever felt. Before lust fully consumed you both again and your mouths collided.

Gasping for air Mick pushed you back into the mattress. His body already situating itself between your thighs as he kissed and nipped at the flesh of your neck. You moaned feeling his tongue trail down the valley of your breasts and further down past your navel. “Now this….I’ve been looking forward too.” He smirked as he took up residency between your warm thighs. You let out an slow sigh trying to steady your breathing but anticipation was roaring inside you. You were expecting Mick to remove your white lacy panties but he surprised you. “I do this with my teeth, right?” Immediately you say up on your elbows so you could look down at him. Garter. You had forgotten all about your garter. It was tradition to remove it during the evening but you had decided against because it was a bit too “risqué” for some of the guests gathered. You felt Mick’s hot breath against the inside of your thigh and nodded when he glanced up for your approval. He went for the was a simple embroidered lace and grasped it effortlessly between his teeth. Pulling it down over your knee and further down your calf. He lifted your leg up so your foot rested upon his chest as he finally removed it from your body. The whole action was so erotic. It was enough to leave you panting.

Mick wasted no more time after that. He pulled your panties off quickly after and his own trousers and boxers went along with them. You saw from the starved look in Mick’s eye that he was hopelessly desperate for you. Want consumed the both of you. You felt like you might burst if he didn’t touch you soon, if he didn’t make love to you like he said he wanted too. When Mick separated your legs, making way for his body between them, you remembered you had all night for foreplay and suchlike. You were aching for him now, right now. You couldn’t even think straight. As Mick pulled your leg up around his waist you felt how hard he was as he ran himself up and down your glistening wet folds.

“I love you.” He said as he pressed his lips to yours. couldn’t hide how your body reacted to him. “I love...” He didn’t let you get the words out. He rolled his hips and entered you. A gasp was swallowed by his low moan as he repeated the action. This time giving you all of his length. Your hands found themselves on his shoulders before one slipped up into his hair. His name tumbled from your lips as he set a slow - borderline torturous - pace. It dawned on you what Mick was doing. He was really making you feel him, making you feel the love he felt for you. You felt how deep he was, how stretched around him you were, and how big he really was. It was like you were almost having sex with him for the very first time. “More…” you begged him. Your eyes opening to plead. And he gave you exactly what you wanted. He increased the pace but only subtly. His name flowing out of you as he did so.

Mick took your hand in his. His fingers looping in yours as he pressed yours into the mattress. His mouth was open against your neck, his moans licking at your skin. And while the pleasure was already enough to overcome you suddenly focused on the feeling of the cool metal around Mick’s finger that knocked against yours. It was foreign and strange but it filled your heart. He was yours. Every last part of him belonged to you and you belonged to him. But as you were lost in thought about how it felt being married to him Mick found the sweet spot inside of you. His throbbing tip began repeatedly hitting it with every strong, quick stroke and you knew what he wanted.

The sensation built. Mick had carefully crafted your high. Amongst loud moans and gasps he had built your climax step by step till it was descending upon you now. Mick purred your name. “Look at me.” He added and instantly you did as he wished. You knew all of Mick’s tell tale signs he was close and you felt his hips begin to jolt. But none the less he kept going. The tip of his length teasing you into letting go. Which you felt yourself doing. You let go. Fell off the edge into pure oblivion. A knot formed in your stomach as your body tensed. Your orgasm gripped hold of you. Strong, powerful and intense it was increased tenfold by the feeling that as you came around Mick, he came inside of you simultaneously. Your body felt like you had no control over it as it spasmed and flexed underneath him. You felt the undeniable twitch of his cock as he filled you. It was pure blissful.

As you felt the product of Mick’s high begin to slowly leak from inside of you he lazily drew circles into your shoulder while you lay on his chest. You didn’t need to talk about what had happened moments before - coming together, at the same time, and how that had never happened between you before - because you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you had sex tonight. Mick’s low, soft groan matched the little smirk that playfully danced across his mouth as you began talking about the day and how it was everything you had always dreamed of (and more).

“What made you cry?” There had been several times your husband had welled up during the day but when he turned to see you walking down the isle toward you, he crumbled. Something seemed to break in him and he couldn’t stop himself from crying as he awaited you at the top of the isle. “You took my breath away. I had never seen you look more beautiful than in that moment when you were walking toward me.” It was the perfect, oh-so-Mick response “I saw an Angel and then I got to marry her.” He was saying all the right things and you were struggling not to go for a round two already. “I love you, Mr Schumacher.” Your heart had never felt so full. It was ready to burst.

“I love you more, Mrs Schumacher.”

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stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage · 11 months

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I need to gush about Origins and discuss Duncan okay, listen- DAO is so good for a plethora of reasons but it’s the origins, the thing that it’s literally named after. Which origin you play is the important decision on the players part that has an impact on everything you do, especially if you go hard into the roleplaying of it all, it makes me want to scream. I adore it so much.

So Duncan, right? Great character, love that dude. I read The Calling and he's one of the best parts of that book. If you haven't read it, I recommend it just for Duncan alone.

I enjoy reading opinion pieces on Duncan, especially when the poster mentions which origin their warden is. I find it so interesting because your origin can change your entire perception of him.

Playing as Aeducan or Brosca? Duncan has great respect for dwarves just as the dwarves do for the wardens. Duncan’s your hero. He saved your life. You would’ve been executed or left to rot in the Deep Roads if not for him. And since the wardens are so respected, it’s honestly an honor to join them, no?

Playing a Cousland? You’ve lost everything. Duncan not only does what he can to keep your father alive long enough for you and your mother to find him, but he saves you and gives you a shot to avenge your family by becoming a warden.

Playing as Amell or Surana? Your best friend lied to you about being a blood mage and chances are you tried to help him escape rather than turn him in, and now he’s gone and Greagoir demands you be punished. But here comes Duncan to conscript you, to take you away from the prison known as the Circle of Magi.

And I know this can vary depending on how you play or what kind of character you’ve created, but I believe you’re waaaay more likely to have a better opinion of Duncan in these origins… but if you play as Mahariel or Tabris?

Mahariel’s more obvious, here. You’re Dalish, and odds are, you and Tamlen are on the same page about humans. Duncan, a human, dragged your ass back to your clan after the eluvian gave you the blight, and sure, that was nice of him… except when you go looking for Tamlen and Duncan destroys the mirror, he’s so dismissive. He doesn’t care about Tamlen. There’s no point in going looking for him, he’s dead. Also you have the blight and Duncan’s taking you away from your family to make you a warden and no, you have no choice in the matter. He'll force his hand if he needs to. Say goodbye, forget about Tamlen, you’ll never see your family again, you’re a warden now. Hope you have fun involving yourself in all these human affairs while everyone points out how different you are!

First off, I think most Mahariel players would agree that they’re still not over Tamlen. How many of you had the thought, “If we look just a little longer, we could find Tamlen and make him a warden, too!” only for Duncan to ruin that? I don’t blame any Mahariel for throwing a fit when he and the Keeper agree you need to go, nor do I blame them for any ill feelings toward him.

And Tabris? This one is personal; my canon warden is a female Tabris, Rosalie, and Duncan really gets to me.

Rose's already being made to marry a man she's never met, some human nobles made their first attempt to crash the wedding, and now here’s this other human waltzing in. Duncan is such a little shit here, too. When you try asking him to leave, he actively tries to push your buttons just to see what you’ll do. But that’s nothing. When Rose and the other women are taken by Vaughan and his buddies, Soris and Nelaros go to Duncan who pulls his bullshit “wardens can’t get involved, they must remain neutral, best I can do is give you a sword and crossbow, good luck.”

Duncan KNOWS what will happen to those women but nope, can’t get involved. Wardens must remain neutral, can’t upset the nobles. I firmly believe that if Duncan had gone with them, Nelaros wouldn’t have been killed and maybe they could’ve made it to Shianni in time, and that infuriates me.

And yeah, in the end it’s Duncan who saves Rose from the guard, but you expect me to be okay with going with him? Alone? After everything that just happened?

It almost feels like Duncan was more interested in testing you, to see if you COULD get out of that situation or what you’d do when the guard showed up. That gives me a lot of complicated feelings about Duncan, and the way the Grey Wardens do things in general. Because let me tell you, Rose hurls that “Wardens must not involve themselves, they must remain neutral” out the fucking window, even post DAO after the blight is over and things return to “normal” for the wardens.

Side note, I like to think that the wardens out at Weisshaupt or wherever contact Alistair at some point like "What the hell is Warden-Commander Tabris doing over there??? She's breaking every rule we have??" and Alistair's just shrugs like "My wife killed an archdemon to end the Blight and survived, she gets to do whatever she wants forever and honestly, I love that for her."

But anyway-- I get it, Duncan. The Grey Wardens were booted outta Fereldan once before and we don't want a repeat of that. Sure. Fine. Makes sense...but also Rose doesn't give a shit about that? She may come to understand it eventually but that doesn't mean she accepts or forgives it, or would ever be willing to adapt the same attitude.

And I'm not even going to get into everything with the Joining and Ser Jory, because oh my god.

Everything Duncan does influences Rose's views on the Grey Wardens and their duty, like if there was ever anything she and Alistair have straight up argued about, it's Duncan and the concept of "being a warden is an honor."

And I think that's neat. Duncan's a consistency in every origin and even though he dies so early on, his influence remains with the warden no matter who they are.

#dragon age origins #dragon age #dao #duncan dao #alistair theirin #warden rosalie tabris #i love duncan as a character but rose has mixed feels at best #she's probably only as kind as she is about him because that's alistair's father figure #and rose can sympathize with that given her relationship with her own father and nearly losing him

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japhan2024 · 3 months

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The planet with two faces

I wrote this for @haruspeks in the @startrekwintergiftexchange ! I've worked on it for the entire month lol with my partner, we had so much fun thinking of scenarios and stuff! We also invented a Delta Quadrant planet haha :) I hope you like it! <3

"Chakotay!" Janeway calls out for her number one.

Her head hurts - the Janurean who just hit her, lays knocked out on the ground.

"Captain," a strained voice comes from behind Janeway. "We have to retreat, there is no winning this..."

"Just stay behind me!" Janeway commands. But more and more Janureans flood into the room.

"Surrender," their leader says. "And we will spare your life."

Janeway looks the hostile alien in the eye. "No."

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One day earlier

"Captain, Seven," the Doctor greets the two women in his sick bay.

"Is this really a good idea, Seven?" Janeway frowns at her ex-borg Astrometrics officer. But a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. Seven looks as determined as ever. A quality Janeway appreciates, as she is a stubborn person herself. Debating Seven is never dull or easy.

"My calculations are sound. I assure you, captain, it is safe."

"I concur," the Doctor says, examining the screen with data about the procedure he's about to conduct on them. He tilts his head, looking at Janeway. "You won't feel a thing."

"That's not what I am worried about," Janeway says with one eyebrow raised.

"We will be at great tactical advantage, and will not need transponders," Seven answers.

Janeway squints and scrunches her nose. Seven will always get her way in the end anyway. "Let's just get this over with..."

"What's on the menu today, buddy?" Chakotay asks Neelix with a smile.

"Oh! Well, nothing special today, I'm afraid, commander. But! Tomorrow I will have the chance to collect all kinds of delicious herbs and vegetables from Janu. I can't wait to cook with those! It's almost Voyager's birthday, did you know that? I'm going to make an excellent Voyager birthday soup!"

Chakotay looks straight at him.

"Oh! Well, today, I do have a stew, famous on Earth for it's spices and... sloppy texture..."

"Right... Thank you, Neelix."

Seven walks into the mess hall.

"Seven! What a nice surprise, I don't see you often here in the mess hall."

"I'm not here to eat," Seven tells him. I'm here to discuss the tactics of the mission with the captain and commander Chakotay."

"You know, I'm also joining your expedition!"

"You are?"

"Why yes, it's so I can collect some delicious herb-"

"Captain." Seven walks up to Janeway, who just entered the room. "Is it wise to bring Neelix with us? He has insufficient combat training."

"We won't be fighting anyone, Seven," Janeway says calmly.

"How do you know this?"

"We're going there to scan for Deuterium, as we can't pierce the magnetic field of the planet. We'll be in and out, no questions asked."

Janeway and Seven sit down at Chakotay's table, and they talk while Janeway and Chakotay eat from the stew reluctantly. Seven looks at it, puzzled.

"Do you truly choose this over ration bars, Captain?" she asks.

Janeway looks at Seven, not able to hide her smile anymore. "You know what, Chakotay? Seven has a point."

Janeway, Neelix, Chakotay and Seven get ready to step into the Delta Flyer.

"Good luck finding that Deuterium source, team!" Tom Paris says. "And..." he looks at Chakotay. "Take care of her for me?"

Seven looks at Janeway, searching her face for answers.

"He means the Deltaflyer."

"Of course I will," Chakotay reassures Tom Paris. He pats him on the shoulder and enters the flyer. Paris looks after them, a smile on his face but his eyes revealing worry. He is the best pilot after all, not Chakotay. But the commander has more experience dealing with pre-warp civilizations. He sighs and looks after them as they fly away.

They leave Voyager and fly into space, approaching the red and green planet of Janu.

"Isn't that pretty," Neelix gushes, looking ahead. "It's like the planet has two faces, one on each side with it's own color."

"We will be 100% undetectable with the Deltaflyer's improved camouflage," Janeway says.

Chakotay nods. "And we should be able to cruise through the magnetic field with our navigational deflector and coating. The corrosive effects of the field should keep to a minimum."

Seven and Janeway raise their eyebrows.

As they get closer to the planet, they enter the magnetic field. The shuttle begins to shake and they are hit by some space rubble.

"Shields at 80 percent," the computer voice says.

"Hold on, this will be a bumpy ride!" Chakotay says. Everyone grips their armrests.

"Shields at 40 percent," the computer says in the same steady tone as always. But the crew doesn't feel so steady. They bounce around the aircraft. The only one still in place is Chakotay, a crazed look in his eyes, mirroring his past when he was still with the Maquis.

Janeway slowly comes to. Her vision sharpens and she sees a wooden ceiling. Her head hurts. In fact, her entire body hurts. She slowly turns to look at her surroundings and sees someone sitting in a chair beside her. It's a Janurean.

"Oh no, the prime directive," Janeway thinks. But it's too late for that now.

"How are you feeling?" The Janurean asks.

"Like I've been hit by something big. But it seems you're taking good care of me."

The Janurean blushes and smiles. It's a young woman. "I'm taking care of you and your friends. You fell out of the sky. You must be our gods."

"Oh, no, not at all," Janeway says a bit too hasty. Because waking up, she doesn't have a good cover story yet. "We, ah, we got swept up by a mighty wind, and then we fell down, it's quite remarkable."

"How could the wind sweep up a house made of metal?" the woman says.

"I have no idea either," Janeway says. She sits up, rubbing her temple. The lack of morning coffee is becoming a real problem.

Janeway hears someone groaning. She turns around and sees her crew all in beds, clothed in Janurean robes. They are also waking up. No sign of their transponders or combadges.

"Where are our clothes?" She asks.

The woman looks at her apologetically. In a hushed voice, she says, "it's not safe to wear the clothes of the gods. We're protecting you here, but there are many who also saw the falling star. And they're looking for you."

"What do they want with us?" Chakotay chimes in.

"They think the falling of the gods means the end of time. Destroying you is the only way to save our world. I know, it's foolish and I don't believe it at all. It think you're here to enlighten us. And so does my family."

A small family enters through the doorway. A young male, an elderly person and two small kids. One shy, the other waving at them. Neelix winks at her. She laughs. "You look funny," she says. Neelix smiles.

"I'm very grateful you've tended to us, but I need to know where our clothes and things are, and where our... metal house is?"

"Oh, don't worry, we have hidden your house well. Nobody can find it. It's safe."

"I appreciate that," Janeway says, getting annoyed now, "but I still would like to know where it is."

"Please," the woman says. "Tell us about the skies? Teach us?"

Janeway and Chakotay look at each other.

"How do you feel?"

"I've been better," Chakotay jokes.

Seven eyes the windows and door of the room. She gets up. Her dress is brown and wavy. Janeway thinks it suits her better than the suit the Doctor gave her. Her hair is loose and falls over her shoulders. Seven shoots her a look. Janeway quickly looks back at Chakotay.

The Janureans huddle together in the doorway. "It's not safe to go outside," they urge Seven.

"Let's try to think of a plan first," Chakotay says.

"Let me through, I can take care of myself," Seven insists. She pushes past them and is out of sight.

Chakotay looks at Janeway like he blames her. Janeway ignores it.

Seven walks outside. It's early morning. Three moons grace the green sky. The house of their hosts stands in a small village. There are several shrines around, all portraying the moons. She scans the inscriptions. The shrines indeed tell the tale of the gods, that 'will come down again to bring forth the final Wisdom'. Nobody is outside yet but her. She resolutely walks over the village square, in a straight line towards the small alien forest beside it...

Janeway and Chakotay try various ways to get the family to give back their gear. But nothing seems to work: they don't respond to appeals to their ego, and will not be divided in any way. They just want to learn about the sky. Chakotay tells them some basic things that wouldn't further compromise the prime directive. Janeway looks distracted. They all have breakfast together, everyone except for Seven, who's still gone. Chakotay peers out of the windows. But Janeway just chows down on the food they've been given.

"Well, this is delicious!" Neelix breaks the tension. "What is this made of?"

One of the children says, "It's my favorite too! We add herbs from our garden to make it extra tasty."

"I would love to see that garden!" Neelix says, friendly. The child quickly finishes their meals and tugs on Neelix's arm. The mother says it's okay, as the garden is fenced. Nobody will be able to spot Neelix there. They walk into the garden.

"Wow, these flowers are beautiful."

"And tasty!" The kid says.

"I really like this place, it's so pretty! And your family so nice."

"Not everyone is nice," the kid says, face clouding over.

"Oh, yes I heard the people who want to capture me and my friends?"

"They are mean about that, yes. But they are always mean. They want to go back to how things were before."

"How were things before?"

"I don't know! I'm just a kid." Neelix smiles.

"But I do know where your stuff is! Come, follow me!"

Neelix follows the kid around a corner, and through a shrub, out of the garden.

"You know kid, sometimes you gotta look back in order to move forward. But forward you must go."

They walk to a shed behind the house.

"Here it is!"

Neelix opens the door of the shed, and puts their combadges into his pocket.

"YOU THERE!" An angry Janurean calls. He has a whole bunch of fierce looking friends behind him.

"I guess these are the mean people," Neelix says to the kid and they both run around the house, back inside.

"Where did you just come from?" The mom asks the kid.

"I just showed him their stuff..."

"That's dangerous!"

"But it's theirs!"

"Please, don't blame your kid, I shouldn't have let them out of the garden in the first place."

Neelix gives the combadges back to Janeway and Chakotay.

The angry mob bursts into the room.

"Give us the tri-moon gods!" their leader commands.

The young woman who tended to the Voyager crew, hisses. "Leave the gods be! They are here to teach us!"

"They are here to destroy us!"

Janeway stands up. Her injuries are still fresh, but her wit has fully returned. "We are neither gods, teachers nor destroyers. We are simply explorers from the other side of Janu. We just want to go back home-"

The angry Janureans attack and hit the elder Janurean.

"Leave them out of it!" Chakotay calls out and jumps into the fray.

Everyone is fighting, except for Neelix who hides under a table with the two kids.

Janeway jumps in front of a big Janurean that was about to hit the young woman. In stead, the blow lands on her head. She's out of a moment. When she comes to, the fight is still ongoing.

"Chakotay!"

"Captain, we have to retreat, there is no winning this..."

"Just stay behind me!"

"Surrender," their leader says. "And we will spare your life, for now."

Janeway looks the hostile alien in the eye. "No."

And at that exact time, Neelix, Chakotay and Janeway disappear.

"How did you know where the Delta Flyer was?" Chakotay asks Seven, who sits smugly at the helm.

"Irrelevant," she jokes.

"Seven used her Borg-skills to locate it," Janeway says, smiling into one corner of her mouth. "That is, she saw some bushes outside of the village and used her, very human, common sense." Seven smirks.

"How do you know that?" Chakotay asks.

"The Doctor installed a temporary mind-link in our cerebrum. This way, we could communicate, not that much unlike the Borg, and work together."

"It was highly effective," Seven adds. "Although," she pauses for a moment, looking at Janeway. "It was strange as well. I thought I would be more used to a shared mind, but I think... I like a bit of mystery."

Janeway, Chakotay and Neelix look at her, dumbfounded. Then everyone laughs. Except for Seven.

"And guess what?" Neelix says. And he shows a bag full of herbs from the planet. "We will eat Voyager birthday soup tomorrow!"

Chakotay and Janeway politely smile and thank Neelix. Seven raises her eyebrow.

"Captain," she says.

"What is it, Seven?"

"Why did you give all those replicated goods to the Janurean family?"

Janeway sighed. "I know we can't interfere with their lives too much, but at least they will be able to buy off their enemies for a while so they don't get more trouble. Didn't you get that through our link?"

"Your emotions often cloud your judgement and your thoughts become hard to read."

"I'm a human being, having emotions is part of the package deal. Besides, I feel your emotions as well."

Seven looks stoic, too stoic maybe.

"It is nice to understand each other for once, though."

#startrek #star trek #startrekwintergiftexchange #fanfic #janeway/seven #janeway #seven of nine #voyager #j7

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Congrats on your milestone! I love having you in my Tumblr circle of friends - you are such a supportive and consistently kind presence. 💜

If you’re up for answering questions, what character was your gateway to the Pedro Pascal fandom?

thank you so much for your kind words! you were among the first to welcome me here in the Pedro circle, and for that I'm grateful (also thankful to have found your amazing stories)!

I'll give you a slightly long winded answer and piecemeal the question. Oberyn Martell and The Mandalorian made me a low-key admirer, but Saturday Night Live turned me into a feral fan

Yes, SNL... (explaining below the photo and cut)

Thought he was gorgeous in Game of Thrones, and while my family and I watched episodes of The Mandalorian, I found that husky voice sexy as hell. Pedro's politics also is attractive and caught my attention. Started watching The Last of Us when it came out (burnt out by apocalypse-themed movies and shows but willing to give it a chance since my husband said Pedro was going to be in it) and I loved his Joel mainly for his complexity. That Ellie-related decision he makes at the end is so relatable as a fellow parent that I got confused why it could have been controversial (gamers tell me the experience and quandary hit different when you play the game which I respect).

But it wasn't until his brilliant appearance and hosting on SNL that led me to go horny on main (and by that I mean my personal FB page lol). All the skits were hilarious and you can tell the cast was having a fucking ball with him. But it was his monologue that moved me to tears. You can tell he's hustled and worked his ass off for years, you can sense his grace and compassion and heart, and that tribute to his parents immigrating to this country and giving him this life. Oof, as a child of political refugees (different country, obviously) whose parents arrived in the US in the 70s, I could relate.

I have some lovely in-real-life friends with whom I gush over Pedro. They started to come out of the woodwork, we have group texts called "Team Pedro," likeminded friends and colleagues (men and women) started urging me to watch Narcos and The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. Old high school buddies were sending me GIFs and articles and every time I graciously said "thank you" despite seeing it million times before 😂

But I knew things were escalating and I needed to find an additional outlet (hi Tumblr we meet again) when sometimes starting the work day in a procedure room, I'd see who the anesthesia and endoscopy technician were and mentally decide whether they'd be safe to discuss Pedro without reporting me to HR. Or that one time on the inpatient service at the hospital I asked a resident (who used to be a professional gamer) what he thought of game!Joel vs show!Joel. 🫠

So here we are. I think what helps me dabble in the fandom from the periphery is that I know what I'm seeking for here (community), so it's brought me a lot of joy.

Thanks for reading my rambling 😂

#personal #sorry for the long winded answer #lovely mutuals #goodwithcheese

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Red White and Royal Blue Notes Day 1

WARNING: Spoilers for both the Red White and Royal Blue movie and the book up to chapter 5

I think it’s funny that Alex’s love story is referred to as Shakespearean considering what’s to come.

“It’s funny how you think everything is about you” (page 14). Lol- especially bc he’s the literal main character of this story.

“Systematically drunk” (15) LOL

“Mutual antagonists” (17)

“Sorry I’m not obsessed with you like everyone else” (18). Oh buddy that’ll change soon. (Alex about Henry)

OMG that whole conversation is so good!

Cakegate is really funny for some reason.

“As the president all I want is to have the CIA fake your death, and ride the dead kid sympathy into a second term.” (23) I see where Alex gets it from.

The foreshadowing! Like Zarah telling Alex to gush about Henry like he’s his prom date.

“I’ll do it but I won’t have any fun” (Alex) “God, I hope not.” (Zarah 27) HAH! Alex is going to have fun, maybe too much fun.

Look I know Alex thinks it’s nerdy but if someone told me Great Expectations was their favorite book I would like them even more.

Ugh! the foreshadowing in this is just so good like when Nora speculate on why Alex has to sign an NDA and one of the reason she give is that he’s (the prince) is Gay. Lol (page 39)

Lol Alex being unable to decide if he Texan or Mexican side is more upset about English Breakfast (page 41)

Foreshadowing- Alex says Henry is “annoyingly attractive (43)

I don’t know if being an English major broke me or if I’m a mega nerd, but I want to write a literary analysis paper on this so badly.

Alex’s reasoning for wanting to get into politics is so wholesome (43)

Henry’s interaction with the caner patient is so cute (45)!

“You’re not the prince of me” (47). It’s just so good. Has this author written anything else? Please tell me they have. OMG they have! I will be needing all of their books now thank you very much.

“Are you trying to psycho analyzed me?” (49) lol, I feel like I say a variation of the this all the time when I’m with my psych major friend.

“I’m sensing an ellipsis (Henry) “It’s just…” (Alex) 51. This book sort of dose that thing that White Teeth did where it’s aware that it’s a novel, but it doesn't do it the same way. It’s more subtle and uses more irony.

Okay Alex and Henry bonding over Star Wars is sweet and kind of nerdy. I like it.

“But isn’t there something to be valued in a happy ending as well?” (52)

Alex taking a class called The Press and The Presidency is absolutely hilarious to me.

That one commenter ships it (55)

“B*tch McConnell- I’m dying homygod

Like Senator Luna, I to can be easily bribed with candy

More foreshadowing on 57. Also I don’t know why but I’m not getting good vibes from Senator Luna

Old money Sith powers also has me dying

The president of united states comparing her children to possums is so funny.

Also her reminding her children to not discuss their murder plots in front of her

Ugh this book is so good!

“Leeme romance the hell out of some focus groups” (66) This book is gold

The text exchange on 68-9 is amazing

I can only hope to write something this amazing one day.

Nora asking Alex if he’s reading fanfiction about himself made me laugh out loud- at work, granted it’s deader than Marley in this place today

The whole bit with the Turkey is just glorious! Ya did it to yourself Alex.

The way Henry talks to his dog is so cute, and so it the fact that he watches The Great British Bake Off

Amy’s great!

Page 90- Yes Alex go off!

I love Bea, she’s great, peak sister energy

June is also peak sister energy.

95- more foreshadowing when June talks about it being like a rom com

“You know I love chaos” (Nora)- 96

I think its really sweet that Henry wants to be a writer

107- the first kiss! (Squeals)

#red white and royal blue #books

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Giving Up The Ghost: Chapter 10

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T.K. was just trying to mind his own business, but he’s got a whole crew of ghosts that always think what they had to say was the most urgent statement to ever be made, which would be fine, but T.K. sometimes forgot that no one else could see what he could see. Seeing the dead was so natural that in the heat of things, he forgot to be careful about what he said.

“What’s going on with you?” Chuck asked, concern in his voice. “This doesn’t have to do with Carlos, does it?” Carlos was a favorite topic of discussion. Probably because the whole ghost crew had varying degrees of crushes on him. Even Harkes gushed about Carlos.

“No, it has nothing to do with that,” T.K. said with heat in his voice. He felt like an asshole for snapping.

“Were you talking to yourself?” T.K. was startled at the sound of Paul behind him.

“No,” T.K. said immediately, but then he started to think about the alternatives. “I guess.” He tried to think about how he could salvage the situation. “I was just frustrated.”

“I’ll say,” Chuck said. T.K. resisted the urge to glare at him.

“You need to talk about it?” Paul asked. “I’m a good listener.”

“Nah, man. It’s fine.”

“Suit yourself,” Paul said before starting to work on the truck.

“We need to have a talk,” Chuck said even though Paul was still there and the other living members of the crew were coming in. T.K. shifted his eyes to all the people around him to show Chuck that he was in no position to talk to anyone who wasn’t alive. “Yeah, yeah. I know that you don’t want them to think you’re crazy, buddy, but I’m just telling you that we’re going to have a meeting tonight. The other crew members and I have some thoughts we want to run past you.”

T.K. nodded enough that Chuck could see him but not so much to draw attention to himself. Chuck continued, “The whole shadow crew will be there. Whenever everyone seems to be asleep, or asleep enough, come talk to us. It’s not like we have anywhere else to be.”

Mateo nudged T.K. “What are you looking at?”

“Got lost in my thoughts, I guess.” He was furthering his reputation as the spaciest human to have ever lived.

“That happens a lot.”

“When I was a kid, my dad used to say that I lived in my own little world,” and in some ways, he did.

“That’s for sure,” Chuck said. “I better leave you alone. See you later, Strand,” and to T.K.’s relief, he made himself scarce.

“Come on, you two,” Marjan called. “Pull your weight around here.”

T.K. mockingly saluted her. “Yes, ma’am.”

Marjan rolled her eyes. “I get no respect around here.”

Paul laughed. “More than probie.”

“Probie’s probie,” Marjan said.

“You’re all a bunch of lunatics,” Judd said fondly, and it was so nice to see him smile.

T.K. continued his work as the day continued on. The ghosts mostly kept out of his way, but he knew they were waiting not so patiently to say whatever they needed to say. Late-night calls meant getting a spare moment to talk wasn’t easy, but finally, things seemed to calm down, and T.K. took a chance, meeting the ghosts in their designated spot.

“If this is about Judd—” He started when he saw the ghosts waiting in a circle, and it felt too much like an intervention.

“It’s not about Judd,” Chuck said.

T.K. crossed his arms. Judd was their shared interest, and he couldn’t think of any other agenda that the ghosts would have. “Why’d you all drag me here then?”

“We have thoughts about you and the good-looking police officer,” Harkes said.

“Wait, are you all here to get involved in my dating life?”

“Someone has to do,” Braxton said, former Captain turned dating expert.

Garrity nodded. “You don’t get a lot of chances with hot men. I know that as a hot man.”

Harkes rolled his eyes. “Very funny, Garrity.”

T.K. ignored their shenanigans. “Carlos and I are not even a thing, really. I’m mean kind of, but it’s complicated.” T.K. was going to arrange another date with Carlos, but every time he almost did it, he’d thought better of it. He figured the only reason that Carlos agreed to see him again some time was because Carlos was too nice for his own good.

“Yeah,” Dianne said. “You’re being stupid. You’re not going to get another dreamboat like that.”

Chuck shook his head. “Seriously, what person in their right mind would turn that down? He not only looks hot, but he seems awfully nice.”

“You guys don’t even like me. Why do you care?”

“Where did you get that impression?” Harkes asked, actually sounding hurt.

“Harkes, you practically say it every day.”

“Do we have to spell everything out for you?” Harkes asked. “For someone who has one foot in the land of the living and one foot in the land of the dead, you know jackshit.”

“We want you to be happy,” Captain Braxton clarified.

“I’m fine, everyone.”

Before anyone could protest, T.K. felt a chill, and then he saw him. He felt his heart rate pick up. “What are you doing here?” he asked, those terrifying blue eyes making him want to curl up in a ball and close his eyes.

Harkes gave T.K. a strange look.

“What was that face, Harkes?” T.K. asked harshly. “I thought we were cool now.”

Harkes almost looked scared when he said. “Who are you talking to?”

“My ghost stalker,” T.K. said like it was obvious. “You heard all about him.”

The ghosts were too quiet. They shared furtive looks, and T.K. wasn’t sure why they were acting like he was the crazy one.

“Why are you guys looking at me like that?” His ghost stalker was getting closer, and T.K. backed up just a little. “Stay away from me,” he said firmly to the ghost creeping closer. T.K. could feel that the ghost’s energy was strong, and that didn’t bode well. If the ghost wanted to reach out and physically touch him, he probably could.

"T.K., there’s no one else here,” Chuck tried to say calmly.

“No one can help you,” the ghost stalker mumbled with a malevolent grin. His skin cracked, and T.K. felt himself hyperventilating. “You’re all mine.” The ghost reached out, but T.K. fell to the ground, his world turning black.

#911 lone star #elise writes #my writing #wips

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Yandere Mcsm x reader Chapter 17

It was time for you and your buddies to go to the hospital. You arrived to the hospital and entered via the front door. Your worry increased with each step you made. You didn't want to see Lukas, but you knew you couldn't avoid it. You have no idea what he was going to do to you or anybody else. Perhaps he has evolved. You're skeptical that he's changed. You and your pals eventually arrived. Lukas was standing there when he opened the door. He appeared emotionless. His eyes were a light blue-gray. He appeared to be broken. He said something "Hello, Y/N. I've missed you terribly. I really missed you." Okay, this is becoming disturbing, especially from behind him. What was the matter with him? Why is he acting this way? His head moved to face you with a wicked smile. Why isn't this being questioned? He genuinely appears to be devoid of soul. Lukas snatched your arm and said in the most lifeless, creepy voice you've ever heard. We need to get home. Y/N: Let's discuss and play some games. "You wanted to flee out of the hospital right there, and now he looks like he sold his soul to the literal devil." The order nodded, and we began walking out of the hospital. Lukas held my hand as I attempted to walk. and walked alongside me I attempted to break free from his hold, but it was just too powerful. You were afraid he was going to murder you. His gaze was peering right into your soul. You were feeling ill to your stomach. The walk was finally finished. You made it to the temple. You hurried to the temple. You were stopped by the radar. "Where are you going, Y/N?" You laughed. "You voice chat squeaker, I'm going to my room." "Oh right, Y/N, you went into your bed and were going to sleep," he said. Lukas was terrifying you. Perhaps if you went to bed, he would leave you alone. That is a lot of labor. You yawned and yawned till you passed out.

Your door swung open. Lukas was standing close to your bed. Your heart rate dropped. "Y/N, I missed you." Your voice was trembling. "Lukas, please leave." He laughed. "What's the point?" This is becoming a little weird. He took out a diamond sword. You struggled to get up, but he kept you down and began carving his name into your arm with his sword, which hurt like hell. You attempted to scream, but he put his palm over your mouth to keep you quiet. He finally finished. "Look at your arm, Y/N," he joked. Your heart rate slowed. His name was scratched on your gushing arm. "Goodnight, dear, everyone knows who you are now. I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart."

You sobbed as he left you alone in your room.

#yandere minecraft story mode #yandere mcsm

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fallingforunrealisticromance · 3 years

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Just So I Could Call You Mine - Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader part 3

A/N: It's finally here!! I'm sorry the wait was so long but I'm hoping it'll be worth it. I'd just like to thank @ya-boi-is-dead for the inspiration for this fic. Please enjoy:)

Warnings: Swearing

*** = time skip

Word Count: 2744

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Things with Aaron had been going great. After the incident at Rossi’s, we decided to take things slow but, us being who we were, fell right back into the pattern of things. Most weekends were spent with each other whether it was going for coffee, a stroll in the park, or (more often than not) we just stayed home enjoying each other’s company once again. We tried to hold off from telling the team to start with as we didn’t want the pressure of them knowing to somehow hinder things but trying to hide a relationship from a group of profilers is like trying to hide from an unsub behind a glass door. Impossible. When they all inevitably found out, Aaron got an earful from the lot of them considering how things went last time, but I can honestly say, he’s not going to hurt me. The one person we’ve decided it’s absolutely essential not to tell is the mega bitch herself – Haley. I can’t risk Aaron losing Jack for being in a relationship with me, I’d never forgive myself. So, while Haley knows me and Aaron are back on good terms, everything else is hidden from her.

I jolted upright as an alarm sounded right next to my head. I fumbled around beside me trying to find my phone to shut it off. As I pulled my phone towards me, JJ’s name flashed in my face.

“Oh my god finally, where the hell are you? Is Hotch with you?” She said sounding frustrated.

“What do you mean?” I replied, my voice heavy with sleep. As I was talking, I felt an arm snake around my waist pulling me backwards. Aaron buried his head in the crook of my neck, sighing happily. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone, cuddle up to him and just stay there forever. However, this being my life – that was not going to happen.

“You were meant to be here half an hour ago. Hotch has a meeting this morning that starts in 20 minutes and neither of you are anywhere to be seen.” JJ explained. That woke me up. I looked at the clock. 10:00. Shit.

“Aaron.” I jabbed him with my elbow causing him to groan while pulling me closer to him. “Aaron, seriously wake up. We’re so late. You have a meeting today.” I hissed. He shot up right.

“What?” He looked at the clock. “Fuck. What happened to the alarm?” He asked, rushing to get out of bed.

“I don’t know, we must have forgotten to set it.” I replied. “Okay Jayje we’re on our way, we’ll be there asap. See you soon.” I said hanging up the phone. Aaron tumbled into the bathroom, pulling his trousers on before grabbing his toothbrush. I pulled my shirt over my head whilst frantically trying to find my hairbrush.

“I can’t believe we let this happen.” I called out, trying not to laugh.

“I know, I could’ve sworn I set the alarm.” He replied.

“I mean we were a bit, well – preoccupied – last night.” I joked. He shot me a smirk before his face dropped.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“I was meant to take jack to school today. He has a late start and Haley said she couldn’t make it. But I’ve got to the get to this meeting.” He dropped his head in his hands.

“Where is he now?” I questioned.

“He should still be at Jess’s, he stayed over last night.” He replied, doing his tie up.

“Well, I can grab him if you want. I can afford to be a few more minutes late to the office.” I offered. He shot me an uncertain look.

“Won’t that look a bit strange? If you turn up they might think somethings going on” he said. I stepped closer to him.

“I can just say I’m doing a favour for a friend. I’ll even throw in there that the rest of the team were busy, so I was a last resort if you want.” I suggested. He chuckled at my words but still looked hesitant.

“What’s on your mind Aaron?” I placed my arms round his neck as his gravitated towards my waist. He sighed.

“I just don’t want to risk things going wrong again. I don’t think I could handle losing you again.” He confessed. My heart melted. It gave me comfort to know he was serious about us this time.

“I get it. But I can promise you this. You are not going to lose me again, okay? I’m in this for the long haul. Not even the queen of manipulation herself can take me away from you.” I said, cupping his face in my hands. A smile graced his lips, one that I only ever saw at home. One that made me feel safe.

“But if you want me to call Emily and ask her to pick him up, I will.” I continued.

“No. I want you to go. Jack loves you anyway.” He replied before pulling me into a kiss. It was a whirlwind, one that I never wanted to break from. But considering neither of us had left the house yet – I was forced to.

“Okay, come on we need to leave.” I said grabbing my coat and heading outside. I gave him a quick kiss before jumping in my car and heading to Jess’ place.

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The ride there was relatively quick considering I’d stayed at Aarons, and she only lived about 15 minuets away. I knew Jess quite well, and we got along. She’d never had an issue with me unlike her sister. But I couldn’t help from feeling slightly anxious as I knocked on the door. However, the last thing I expected was to see was the person I’d been trying my best to avoid.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Haley questioned, raising her brow at me. I swallowed nervously. Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t intimidate me. I mean she’s the human equivalent to a chihuahua – mouthy as fuck but tiny. I just didn’t want to say anything that might jeopardise Aaron.

“Hey Haley, I’m here to take Jack to school. Hotch was running late for a meeting and didn’t think you were available. The rest of the team were busy, so he called me.” I said calmly. She looked me up and down, judging me heavily.

“A likely story. You’re not his mum you know, just because your suddenly all friendly with Aaron.” She said applying as much emphasis as she could onto his name. “It means nothing outside of work.” I could tell she was trying to provoke some type of reaction out of me, but me being the stubborn bitch I am, wasn’t about to give her what she wanted. Instead, I opted for a more entertaining route.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry.” I gushed. “If you ever thought I was overstepping I’m apologise, that was never my intent.” I said my voice oozing with as much fake soppiness I could handle. She rolled her eyes before walking away.

“I can’t believe he still tolerates you” She muttered. I’m assuming she was referring to Hotch. Before I could think on it any longer, Jack can bounding towards me.

“Y/N” He called happily.

“Hey little man” I replied bending down to wrap my arms around him. The happiness this kid brought me was insane.

“You ready for school?” I asked standing back up.

“Yep. We’re making decorations for the class today. We’re having a party on Friday” He replied, beaming up at me.

“That’s amazing buddy. Let’s get you there right away then shall we?” I replied.

“Okay. Bye mum.” He called before grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the car. I didn’t get a chance to see Haley’s face as we left but I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my head. Well, that was fun.

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The rest of the day went fine, despite the rushed start. Luckily Hotch had made it in time for his meeting. We didn’t have a case today, so it was a pretty lazy day. I spent most of it either pestering Emily or gossiping with Garcia. I guess, technically, there was some paperwork I could’ve been doing but my ideas were so much more fun.

“I’m telling you now Garcia, I swore we’d set an alarm.” I said between laughter.

“Well, it’s nice to know he’s satisfying you this time round.” She quipped.

“Hey, satisfaction was never an issue” I replied. Her eyes widened mischievously.

“So” She begun. “He’s good in bed then?” She asked, twirling her fluffy pen in between her fingers as she leant back in her chair.

“Pen, I love you, but I’m not discussing this with you right now. We’re in a professional workspace.” I said, a fake authoritative tone laced in my voice. She shot me a look of pretend annoyance but before she could say anything Emily burst through the door.

“You alright there Em?” I asked turning to face her.

“You guys might wanna come and see this” she said before turning and walking back out the way she came. I swapped a confused look with Garcia before getting up and following Emily. The team was stood in the bullpen, not-so-subtly starring into Hotch’s office.

“What’s going on?” I asked Spencer. He just gestured at the window. I looked up and saw a very pissed off looking Haley standing in front of an equally pissed off Aaron. They were having a rather heated debated (argument) by the looks of things.

“Why is she here?” Garcia piped up. “We don’t know. She just showed up and barged in.” Derek replied. I felt my face flush red as my heart sunk.

“Hey.” Spencer nudged me with his elbow. “What’s wrong?” He questioned.

“I think it’s my fault.” I muttered. This caught the team’s attention, but before anyone could ask me about it, Haley stormed out of his office.

“No, I’m not having this Aaron. This isn’t fair” She yelled.

“You’re being unreasonable. I was running late, and you said you were busy. What did you expect me to do?” He replied, aggravated. Fuck, this was about me.

“You could have called anyone else. Not the woman who’s been trying to squeeze her way into my son’s life. She’s trying to replace me god dam it.” I felt the team’s eyes on me, but I refused to look at them. Aaron glanced at me before replying to Haley.

“You need to quit the bullshit Haley. Y/N knows full well that you are Jack’s mother, and she would never do anything to undermine or replace you. Stop trying to pin this all on her when she’s been nothing but nice to you.” He’d finally had enough of her and I’m not ashamed to admit that I was glad. It made my heart swell with pride to hear how he was defending me. That feeling didn’t last long as Haley’s shrill voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Nice to me?? Aaron have you lost your mind?” She stepped towards him, placing her hands on his chest. This pissed me off. I went to go forward but JJ grabbed my arm.

“Do you not remember what she did? The phone call? She told everyone about you Aaron. I wouldn’t do that to you.” She blinked up at him, clearly trying to win him over. That was enough.

“No, you’d just shag some other guys behind his back wouldn’t you Haley” I called, shaking JJ’s hand from me. I walked up the stairs and stood next to Aaron, who’d pushed her hands away at this point.

“I would never do that. Aaron, listen to her spinning these lies about me.” She protested.

“Seriously Haley? Come off it. You’re making yourself look like a right twat. We all know you cheated, and we all know your just trying to ruin everything good in Aaron’s life because your bitter that he has a life outside of you. So just accept that he’s moved on and leave.” I said, trying my hardest not to yell at her.

“Honestly.” She scoffed. “At least I didn’t expose his secrets to the whole team. You might want to work on keeping your mouth shut. As well as your legs, it’s not attractive to sleep around the office you know honey.” She shot. It took everything inside of me not to smack the bitch right there.

“First of all, stop with the fucking lies okay. I told Aaron what really happened with that phone call. The fact that you tried to turn my own boyfriend against me purely to satisfy your own crazy, possessive fantasies is the most delusional fucked up thing you could have possibly done. He doesn’t love you anymore. When will you get that into your thick skull” I yelled. Safe to say I’d lost it. Haley just starred back at me, unable to talk. “Nobody wants you here. Grab your shit and get out.” I spat. This seemed to snap her back into reality. She shifted her eyes from me to Aaron.

“You are never going to see Jack again.” She hissed. She turned to walk away but I stepped in front of her.

“What was that?”

“I said he’s never going see jack again. I’m taking him to court and making sure I get full custody. If he’s choosing to side with you, there’s no way in hell I’m letting my son be in his life.” She explained, her tone was viscous.

“On what grounds are you going to take him to court for?” I pressed. This caught her off guard. “No please do tell me. Because as far as I’m aware, you don’t have a leg to stand on. Aaron has done nothing to prove he’s a bad father or should be denied custody. He has a house, a clean background, a stable career – I mean hell, he probably earns more than you. So, think about it, do you really want to kick up a big fuss for something you probably wont even win?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to string a sentence together but her words fell short. “Exactly. Now, Aaron will be picking Jack up later and we will bring him home tomorrow. Now, leave.” I concluded, a satisfied smile on my face. Haley glanced from me to Aaron, dumbfounded, before grabbing her bag and storming out. As soon as she left, I heard clapping coming from down below. I looked down and saw Derek grinning proudly as he applauded me.

“WHOOOH!” He called.

“Look at you go girl” Penelope jeered joining in. Soon enough the whole team were clapping and cheering up at me. I laughed at them, suddenly becoming shy. All Of a Sudden, I felt an arm snake around my waist, turning me around. Before I could process anything, Aaron had cupped my face in his hands and crashed his lips to mine passionately. My head was spinning. As cliché as it sounds, the rest of the world melted away as I allowed myself to get lost in the heat of the kiss. It was laced with nothing but love. Eventually, we pulled away from each other, but he pressed his forehead to mine. He wore a boyish, heart-warming smile on his lips.

“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.” He whispered. The sincerity in his voice shocked me.

“I-I love you too. I’m sorry to have caused a scene I just couldn’t stand to see her all over you like that and she was-“ I rambled but he cut me off by placing a finger to my lips.

“Shh. You did nothing wrong. Thank you. For everything.” He replied. I pulled away slightly and grinned up at him.

“Anytime love, anytime.” We starred into each other’s eyes for a moment longer. His arms round my waist, mine around his neck – just basking in our love for each other for a brief moment.

“Um guys, this is cute and all, but could you just get a room or something?” Rossi called, causing us all to laugh.

“Come on.” Aaron said, lacing his fingers in mine. “Let’s go home.” I’d never felt happier than I did it that moment. The moment I knew I’d be with him forever.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch fanfiction #bau #criminal minds #haley hotchner #ssa hotchner #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x y/n #agent hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #jj #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #david rossi

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applesandbannas747 · 3 years

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I’m just saying but Sarah Rees Brennan knew exactly what she was doing with all those little Eugesse teasers and I do plan on screaming about it

So we know that SRB knows about Eugene and Jesse and that a lot of fans ship them from her instagram reply (x), which in and of itself is something of a tease. Why engage with that comment at all unless to hint at a positive answer—which her kissy wink certainly seems to do. So I’m hopeful just from that that her thoughts on Eugesse are positive ones, whether or not Eugesse is endgame. She’s always fun and light when interacting with fans and I like to think this is no difference; what is the point in getting our hopes up with that? She loves to tease her fans, but she’s not, in my experience, an asshole who derives pleasure in actually letting them down

And there is a lot in the book about Eugene and Jesse, all things considered. Eugene and Jesse are both side characters in it so neither gets a ton of screen time, but there are a lot of mentions in their limited screen time—especially with Eugene—of them together. There is no plot significance to having Eugene and Jesse meet or having Eugene be so set on expressing his fondness for his ‘Camp Menton bro.’ If you took out all interaction between the two, or strip away all mention of Jesse from Eugene’s dialogue, the story would not change at all. Practically, there’s no need for them to meet, no sense in their paths crossing so much. Unless the reason for it is simply to showcase their relationship, the point itself being nothing but the interaction. It’s not the natural decision to make, having them be so buddy-buddy, unless you like seeing them together, which I think SRB does.

Eugene’s love interest this book is “blonde and fair-skinned” (p. 124). Sound familiar? Why make Melodie blonde when she could have been anything else and worked just as well in her role as Eugene’s temporary love interest? Making her reminiscent of Jesse and having Eugene specifically comment on his fondness for blondes 1.5 times is a little suspect in my book. When Eugene’s allergy kicks in, Melodie and Jesse both come to help, and Jesse slings Eugene’s arm over his shoulder. Eugene waves off Nick’s concerns about leaving him by saying, “I’ll just go to the infirmary with these nice blond people,” and they trod off together, all talking about training regimes, which Eugene easily pulls both his blonds into discussing (p. 104). Already, he seems to be drawn to blonds—and why shouldn’t he be? His favorite color is yellow, after all. But the real preference is shown later, when Eugene remarks to Nick, “I’m saying blondes are great…Everybody loves blondes” (p. 128). Yes, he’s referring to the girl he’s currently infatuated with, but again, on a meta level, why blonde? Why not brunette or ginger or, hell, bright green? I’m just saying, the choice to make his love interest blonde and intentionally connect that appearance with Jesse’s blondness feels like an intentional tease to me.

And, I mean, you’ve got to know what you’re doing when you write a line like “Eugene eyed Jesse in the manner of a lion spotting a fresh antelope” (p. 196), and their whole exchange about waltzing is funny and cute and, again, kinda unnecessary. I’m glad it’s in there, don’t get me wrong, but, yet again, the only reason to include that bit of banter is to get Eugene and Jesse interacting in a fun and almost flirty way.

And of course, Jesse comes to comfort Eugene after his love interest dumps him, which shows an interest on Jesse’s part—and a little bit of sweetness too, if you ask me. It’s little wonder that Eugene’s so set on liking Jesse, explaining to Nick that “I’ve met so many amazing people. You know who’s super nice? … Jesse Coste” and going on to talk about how Jesse helped him and how Eugene “thought we could all be bros” (p.325-326). He spends a solid paragraph basically gushing about Jesse—it’s more than we ever heard him talking about Melodie in one go (though, granted, they got a lot of screen time and he was obviously into her). Why have Eugene display such an interest in Jesse and be so set on him being a good person whom he wants them all to be friends with? Because Sarah Rees Brennan ships it, that’s why

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zukump3 · 3 years

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fixated ✰ s. aizawa

aizawa takes interest after you, but he doesn’t really know how to go about it.

genre: fluff, some smut in the second part! fem!reader

warnings: two parter!! aizawa has a CRUSHHHH, he pins after you heavily, counselor!reader. zawa used to have a thing with ms joke, black!reader

a/n: this idea was super cute so i had to write it. i hope you guys like it!!

requested: yes!!

part 2 (coming soon)

Aizawa has never been one for dating. Honestly, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had a relationship.

Back in high school, when he sat in the very desks his students sat in, he was often teased at by Mic about getting a partner. The hero tried to set him up on dates, give random people his number and all types of other methods, but Aizawa was just never interested. No one really caught his attention that way... until Fukukado came along.

She was everything he despised. She was loud, she talked too much, and she never took anything serious. But somehow she made her way into his cold heart and he indulged in her.

He enjoyed his time with her. Underneath all that goofiness she was a sweet woman who cared deeply for her job and her students. Aizawa felt emotions he had never felt with her, and was a bit peeved when they split. However, they remained friends. Since then, he hasn’t bothered dating with anyone.

“Have you seen the new counselor?!” Aizawa opened one eye to see Kaminari and Sero gushing as they entered the class. “She’s sooo hot. And she’s foreign!”

“Doesn’t she speak English and Japanese fluently though? She’s smart and attractive, jeez.” Sero huffed, and Aizawa furrowed his brow, zipping down his zipper on his yellow sleeping bag.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Miss L/N!” They both yelled, making Aizawa blink. “She’s our new counselor. She said parents were complaining that the students mental health wasn’t being cared about enough, so U.A hired her. She’s from America too.”

“America.” Aizawa groaned. He already had an image in his own eyes—a stereotypically one, but oh well. You probably had blonde hair and blue eyes. There was probably nothing special about you at all. His students weren’t as used to foreigners, so of course they would find you attractive.

Throughout the entire day he kept hearing his students chatter about you. About how kind you were, how pretty your voice sounded, how you looked so unique. He was getting peeved—why was everyone so hung up on you?

He carried the thought with him until the end of the day, when he headed down the hall to what seemed to be your room, just as you were leaving.

And—wow. He really understood why everyone was talking about you.

You weren’t blonde haired, blue eyed at all. Your hair was in a fluffy afro, like Mina’s but kinkier. You had the most supple brown skin and dark eyes that lit up when they caught his. His eyes widened a bit at just how radiating you seemed, your multi colored lips raising into a smile.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Aizawa! I’m L/N,” you spoke, your hand pushing out to shake his. He shook your hand silently, noting at how warm your palm was against his cold one. “I’ve heard a lot about you from your students!”

“You’ve met them?” he asked, voice deep with shock.

“Ahh, well, they kind of pranked me earlier,” you said sheepishly. “They came banging on my door and said there was a fire, and that I needed to leave as soon as I could. But then they said they were just joking when I was about to jump out my window,” you laughed, shaking your head. “They’re pretty goofy huh?”

Aizawa couldn’t help but note at how good your Japanese was. He knew English and Japanese were two different languages—you must’ve been pretty smart and hardworking to learn it.

“Well, I have to go do paperwork at my apartment-hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” you smiled once again. Aizawa only nodded and then you were off, with his eyes burning into your back.

His fists clenched. You were much more attractive than he originally imagined. But he wasn’t going to indulge—he knew that would only end badly.

Right?

The next day, Aizawa heard the same chatter about you. And the next. And the next. He didn’t see you again until about a week later, when he saw you chatting with Midnight and Mic in the lunch line. He cringed—the two were notorious for gossiping and he really hoped they weren’t telling you anything stupid.

“And then I—aye yo, Zawa! Good afternoon! Have you met L/N?!” Mic screamed, and Aizawa’s eyes went to meet yours ago. Your hair was styled differently to the point where he could see your eyes better, and it framed your face so nicely. You waved at him and he smiled sheepishly.

“We were just talking about our high school days~” Midnight’s voice rang out. “American high school is reaaaally different from Japanese high school, according to L/N.”

“The students here are really well behaved, especially in Aizawa’s class,” you smiled at him. “You’re doing a damn good job with them. They’re some of the most charming students I’ve seen! The ones in American high school can be really rude and nasty... I haven’t experienced any of that here. It’s nice.”

Aizawa breathed shakily. Thank god his students weren’t embarrassing him.

“L/N here’s got a degree in psychology and all that mental stuff!” Mic yelled once again as you all moved down the lunch line. “She understands da brain! We really needed someone like her here, with all the breakdowns our students have!”

Aizawa huffed. Teachers, too.

“I’m here for everyone,” you spoke. “Students, teachers, even the Recovery Girl if she’s got a lot on her mind. I’m just here to help everybody as much as I can.”

“Aizawa needs some of that help fo sure!” Mic yelled, smiling so hard all of his long, white teeth showed. “Motherheffa never talks to anyone about his feelings, keeps em balled up! That’s not healthy!”

Aizawa’s ears turned red. “No, I don’t need-“

“I’ll help ya!” you offered, moving so your body was right next to his. He couldn’t help but inhale your scent—it was strong and sweet, something he’d never smelled before. “Don’t worry—whatever we discuss in my room stays in my room. It’s something I pledged to do when I became a therapist.”

Aizawa laughed nervously, shaking his head. “I really don’t-“

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna have a session immediately, no worries,” you shrugged. “But I’m here whenever you need me. I have more work to do later, but I’ll see you guys later!”

And then you were off, with Aizawa’s eyes still on your back.

“You’re staring pretty hard Aizawa,” Midnight raised perfectly done eyebrows. “She’s pretty—I would stare too.”

“Be quiet.” He spluttered, his ears still red as he made his way back to his classroom to eat.

Another week had passed of Aizawa admiring you from afar. You always came into work with a smile on your face, greeting students with handshakes and hugs—the hugs threw him off a bit, but Kaminari told him it was an “American thing.” He didn’t know how much he would daydream about it until he started to long for hugs from you, thinking of how your arms would wrap around his middle before class.

He wasn’t obsessed with you, no, but rather infatuated. You were intelligent and easy to approach, and your appearance matched your personality. He was attracted to you but due to him not having a relationship in years and also not having the best social skills, he had no idea how to approach you. He didn’t even know much about you. His students knew you more than he did and you were his age! It made no sense.

Time after time during the third week of you being here he tried to talk to you. During lunch, when Midnight and Mic would force you all to sit together, he would want to open his mouth but he couldn’t. He’d come by your room to start conversations after school but the most he’d say was “have a good evening, L/N.” and leave you alone. He even found your social media and took a quick look through your pictures—leaving your page when he saw you in a bikini, his cheeks red.

By the time the fourth week came around, his students and his work buddies were noticing his changes in behavior. He was getting distracted much more than before and whenever someone would mention your name he’d go scarily silent and look deep in thought. It wasn’t until Mina chatted with the rest of the Bakusquad that his students actually began to do something about it.

“Miss L/N!” you heard Jirou’s voice rang out from your doorway, with some other students from Class 1-A coming in behind you. “Good evening~”

“Good evening Jirou! Hey everyone,” you smiled warmly at the students that were entering your classroom, confused as how many of them were coming in. “What’s up...?”

You had formed a pretty close relationship with the class of 1-A during your short time here. You had sessions with most of them and got to know their personalities and feelings pretty well—even Bakugo, who was closed up and rude at first, but eventually shed a few tears in your room.

“Mr. Aizawa said he needed your help with planning lessons today—he said he’s asked everyone else and they’re all busy,” Mina told you, and your brows furrowed in confusion. Aizawa needs help from... you? That was odd. “He needs you to come by as soon as possible!”

“Oh! Well, alright,” you laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you stood up and grabbed your phone. “Thanks for telling me—you all get to your dorms and don’t cause too much noise okay?”

You heard rings of “yes, miss l/n’s” as everyone left your room and you locked it behind you. You started to make your way to Aizawa’s classroom, your palms a little sweaty against your notebook. You hadn’t talked to Aizawa in a while and it was weird that he had requested your help, but you didn’t mind getting closer to him. Truthfully, he had been on your mind a lot the past few days—you found him pretty attractive despite his quiet demeanor. Although, you were a new teacher, and didn’t want to be involved with anyone too early in your school year.

Aizawa jumps a bit when he hears sudden loud knocks on your door, and sees your face come into view. “Good evening, Aizawa. You needed my help?”

“Huh?” Aizawa asked, his face twisted in confusion.

“Jirou and Mina came by and said you needed my help with lesson planning—I’m not the best with planning stuff to teach but I don’t mind offering my assistance,” you offered him your normal, gentle smile. “So where do we start?”

Mina and Jirou? Ugh. Of course they would tell you that.

“Um-um-well,” he stuttered, his face already starting to heat up. “I just need a new quirk training game... yeah. That’s why I need help with.” Fuck. He hoped that sounded believable.

“Okay!” you nodded, suddenly taking a seat that was in the corner of the room and sitting right. Next. To. Him. He had to clench his fists to keep his cool, not used to such an attractive woman being so close to him at all. “Where should we start?”

He spent two hours with you discussing new games to play with his students that would also train their quirks, and those were some of the best two hours of his life.

He so enjoyed the time he spent with you. You were so easygoing and natural to talk to—he didn’t feel awkward or nervous talking to you which is what he feared he would feel in the first place. He cracked more smiles with you in the span of two hours than he did the whole week.

“You can’t just make them play dodgeball with their quirks! They’ll get hurt!”

“We have a Recovery Girl for a reason.” Aizawa rolled his eyes, smirking at the glare he got from you.

“Still! You know some of them—Bakugo—are going to take out their anger on other students,” you huffed.

“But it’ll be fun to watch?”

You were quiet for a moment, but inevitably started smirking along with him. “...you’re right. It will be.”

Together, the both of you planned for Class 1-A dodgeball, with you and Aizawa as the referees. You two even planned to go by the outfits together—and now he was out at a sporting store with you, looking for a fucking black and white striped shirt. He couldn’t believe this.

“I’ve never worn one of these before—you think I’ll look cute in it?” you asked him, raising your eyebrows repeatedly and he couldn’t help but chuckle gently at your antics. “I’m serious!”

“I’m sure you will F/N,” he told you, not even noticing his slip up until a few moments later. “I—I meant-“

“So we’re on second base huhhhh? Don’t worry, I’ve accidentally called you Shota a few times to Mic and Midnight. I’m not used to calling people by their last names, we don’t do that in America.”

“You talk about me?” Aizawa couldn’t help but feel a little proud of the fact.

“What?! Of course not, no.” you quickly shook your head, and he grinned at the flustered look on your face. “The only thing I tell them about is how you need more sleep. Your brain doesn’t function correctly on a small amount of sleep.”

“My brain doesn’t function correctly at all.”

“Wrong. You’re pretty smart, Aizawa. Pretty understanding too,” you hummed, you two walking through the aisles so you could get whistles. “Your students are always telling me how much you care about them, even though you don’t show it. They really appreciate you you know?”

He was expressionless, but his heart did warm a little bit at your words. “I know.”

You two bought the items and soon enough you were back at the school. You got out of his car, sending him a wave and a quick goodbye before heading to your own car, and Aizawa let out the longest sigh of his life.

“Shit.”

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kitsunefire7 · 3 years

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The final round of Obiyukimadness21 is here!

Here’s my “Rampage Rescue” vs “Only one bed”

Where Yuki swoops in and desperately gets Obi to safety before it’s too late! Also, it’s the return of Morning Glory my oc horse >:D yeehaw

✨And NO you may not trace, copy or steal my work✨

STORY TIME!!!

The talented writer @fade-touched-obsidian and art buddy of mine made a story to go with my art and 🥺😭❤️ just ty so much for this. Enjoy her story!!!

Obi had at least been smart enough to bring her along despite his reservations regarding safety.

"Your expertise will be needed, Miss," he'd said. The words that had surprised her only hours ago haunt her now, though Shirayuki seriously doubts that he intended for things to go this far south even way up here in the north. Their relationship with the royal family was never supposed to come to light.

For once, though, it seems Obi is the target for his closeness to Zen rather than hers. He's a known knight of Zen and it was for this reason Eisetsu approached them for help in his quest to seek out Touka supporters within his territory. It's Eisetsu's plan to ferret out traitors to the crown that Obi had been put in harm's way. And it was that closeness that had seen him brutally attacked this evening.

There's nothing to be done for it now, though. It was a task that couldn't be put off. The threat to the royal family is real and present and Obi had gone into the Knight's Ball with Eisetsu thinking all would probably be fine. But things rarely ever do go according to plan.

She and Tsuruba ended up storming the place when Obi collapsed after flashing them the signal out the back balcony. Whatever plans they'd had, had quickly devolved the moment Obi stepped foot inside closed doors that weren't meant for him to open. A foul plot is still afoot but investigator safety is important, though Obi would likely disagree with the abandonment of the mission… if he were still coherent.

Good thing he's not conscious or, if he is, it's because he's hanging on by a fine thread. Conscious or not, he isn't lucid.

It's also a good thing that his life preservation skills are miraculously always present, which raises serious questions about the childhood he evades discussing at all costs but that's neither here nor there right now. What matters is that his heart is still beating, his lungs are still breathing, and his arms are locked around her waist to prevent himself from falling off the back end of the horse.

Shirayuki loses herself to thought for heaven only knows how long. He has a head injury. That will need to be evaluated for internal issues. He's bleeding from several cuts to his left side, the most dangerous being the one on his left leg.

His dark dress pants were already saturated with a worrying amount of blood when Tsuruba and Eisetsu helped gather him up behind her… Tsuruba and Eisetsu- haven't heard their horses in a while. They have his jacket. He will want that back… irrelevant. She discards the thought of his jacket, annoyed with herself for having been sidetracked by the removal of his jacket even if they'd removed it to see the injury to his left arm. He has a cut there. He'll need stitches. Plenty of them. And in plenty of places… and that's if she can even get him home before he bleeds out.

All she has to hold herself together right now is her medical knowledge. He's hurt and he needs her at her absolute best. He might not make it otherwise. He might not make it at all if the injury to his leg continues to weep crimson, which it has, given the amount of blood now spreading into the folds of her skirts as they wrap around him in the wind. Perhaps it would have been wise to move his belt from his waist to his thigh. He can lose a limb and survive. He can’t lose much more blood and claim the same victory.

The blood isn't spurting from anywhere, nor is it gushing. An artery hadn't been hit but several wounds are deep and flowing… so I have time. Just…just not a lot of it. Less than I'd like. A lot less than I'd like. But I have time. He just has to stay with me.

She regrets, only momentarily, that they didn't take the time to resaddle Glory before they took off. Perhaps untacking wasn't the wisest of options but they had planned on being there for a while, not a quick in-and-out that took less than an hour.

It's uncomfortable and moderately dangerous to be riding tandem with an unconscious man without some sort of saddlery but she wasn't willing to waste precious time on something like lunging all the puffed up hot air out of Obi's prankster horse to ensure the saddle holds in place.

"Damn it, Obi. Stay with me," she pleads. But it's met with silence save for the galloping cadence of the horse's hooves at pounds a swift and steady three-count beat into the dirt below.

There’s a plausible chance that the gash on his lower thigh rivals the one that left the scar on his chest. Maybe not in length. But depth? Shock to his system? Certainly. She wasn’t there to help him when he was in danger during his youth but she can do something about this one. Hopefully. She’d hoped she’d never need to- she promised him safety, just as he promises her. Yet, here they are. It isn’t really possible to protect a knight whose job is to protect others with their body, mind, and soul. Sometimes it just happens that they need to uphold their position to the fullest extent. BUt did it really have to always be Obi?

She wrenches her head to the side, trusting Glory to know what to do, so she can look at him and his head rolls slightly on her shoulder. The sticky pull of blood-soaked cloth against her skin bringing her thoughts back to his head injury.

How could a simple investigation excursion turn so quickly into mayhem?

Touka.

Touka and his legion of loyal lackeys. Izana should have just cut the head off the snake and been done with the ordeal.

She doesn't usually agree with a death sentence, but it was an attempted assassination of a royal family member and, furthermore, an attempted coup. Izana would have been next. Leaving the serpent of destruction intact may prove a fatal error if she can't prevent Obi from bleeding out soon.

"Stay with me, Obi, please," she begs as his hands begin to slack around her.

Obi mumbles something incoherent, his lips and tongue made lethargic and uncoordinated by the life blood he's left dripping steadily in a trail behind them.

She just has to make it a little further. The lights of Eisetsu shine in the distance like a beacon guiding her toward Obi's own salvation. It isn't sterile for proper treatment but anything is better than nothing when a life is on the line. They can make it and hopefully that's all he needs.

"I have you, Obi. Stay with me." She's yelling now, trying to break through the hazy veil of his awareness. "Do you hear me?"

He groans, pained and weak.

Tears begin to fall down her cheeks but she doesn't raise a hand to wipe them away. She's a good enough rider to free a hand to do so, but she fears the motion being the force that breaks the dam. Her throat scratches to let out a cry and stifles it with a whisper.

"Stay with me."

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