#i know everyone and their mother giffed this scene already... but i had to

[seodongjae]

restraint /rɪˈstreɪnt/ (noun): a measure or condition that keeps someone or something under control; determined control over behavior in order to prevent the strong expression of emotion or any violent action.

Woo Do-Hwan & Park Sung-Woong as KIM GUN-WOO and KIM MYEONG-GIL Bloodhounds | 사냥개들 (2023)

[theflagscene]

The hand rubbing scene is the gayest sex scene GMMtv has ever had on screen, allow me to explain to you why.

Gifs by @wanderlust-in-my-soul 

Now I can’t speak as someone who is completely blind (obviously) but I can speak as someone who has been progressively losing their sight for the past 15 years - ironically enough from a car accident. Why hello Day, I see you! (pun intended) But I’m also a person who grew up HoH (hard of hearing) from the age of two years old onward, I had tubes put in my ears, wore hearing aids, the whole shebang. The chances of me actually regaining my ability to hear completely was very very slim, the fact that I did actually end up regaining some - not all - of my hearing by my late twenties was a damn shock to us all. The point being, when you are a person who’s lost one of your senses that you are used to having, your body starts to overcompensate.

Most everyone has heard/read/seen things about how removing one sense can lead to your other ones becoming stronger. There’s even been studies that show people born deaf or deafened at a very young age, that their brain starts to rewire itself to allow them to experience sound in a visual way, via touch. It’s sort of like how blind people learn to read braille in a way, the touch creates a picture in your mind allowing you to see the way that word looks and sounds and feels. Theres a whole bit in Scientific America you can check out if you want that breaks it down in layman terms without the writing acting like you’re stupid, which is always nice when it comes to medical jargon lol.

So my point that to Day, his sense of touch is not only in overdrive because it like much of the rest of his senses - smell seems to be a big one they’re leading with - are scambling to try and overcompensate for the sudden lack of sight that is getting worse as time passes. But because he had pulled away from basically the entire world post blindness setting in, spending the last year of his life in his room hardly interacting with anyone, his own mother and brother barely being allowed to touch him. That for Day, his sense of touch is absolutely frantic. Which is why it’s so important for Mhok to constantly place his hands on him, not only to help lead him back into the world but to allow Day to recognize him by touch alone. And it’s being shown that he is, Day already knows Mhok’s voice and it’s touched a bit on the way he smells (ciggs) but this last episode is really starting to show how the touch of people is starting to fully affect Day, especially when he’s out of the house and how Mhok is instantly recognized even though he always follows up his touch with a vocal confirmation that it is in fact him that is touching Day.

So that hand stroking scene, the way Mhok runs the pads of his fingers gently up the centre of Day’s palm, how he strokes the back of his hand like it’s a kitten. That right there could genuinely feel like sex to Day, if not sexual in manner at the very least. The fuzzy look Day gets in his eyes, going from blank, to blissful to bashful and then finally awkward. It wasn’t just because of the fact that the dude he lowkey is starting to have a crush on is rubbing his hand in what I’m seeing being called a ‘weirdly intimate way’. It’s because Day’s body and brain is reacting to that touch in a way that people with all five senses might not completely comprehend, imagine your most intense erogenous zone (btw the palms of the hands are occasionally considered one) now imagine if that intensity was ramped up by ten, or twenty or even fifty and then imagine that that erogenous zone was suddenly everywhere. The most innocuous part of your body could bring you the most incredible sensations, both sexual and emotional, that’s what Day is feeling.

Mhok, now Mhok, he’s not stupid. Far from it in fact, he’s clued in on that not only is Day queer but also that he has a bit of a crush on him. Mhok has also quickly adapted to how he needs to teach Day to see the world in a new way, hence all the touching and smelling and reinforcement that Day can in fact do things for himself, including asking for help when he needs it. So Mhok knew exactly what he was doing with the hand rubbing, sort of. Did he know the sensation would be heightened, my best bet is totally. But did he expect to have his reaction to it go beyond that of teasing? Given his own bashfulness, doubtful. When you’re dating someone with a loss of one or many senses, you tend to change your own preconceived notions of what intimacy with your partner is. For some people offering a foot rub to their partner is a clear come on, an offer for something to lead to more. But for a blind person, especially a newly blind person like Day. They use their hands to navigate their entire world - you literally read with your fingers - so a blind persons hands are basically their most important tools in a lot of ways. To have someone touch your hands with such care, such reverence, it’s not just intimate, it’s full on foreplay.

Mhok wasn’t just touching Day, he was touching Day. It was meant to be seen as intimate because it was intimate, so intimate, in a way I don’t think either Mhok nor Day were expecting it to be because neither had ever experienced something like that before. That scene was truly the beginning of their relationship shifting, that hand scene was kind of like their first kiss.

Gifs by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

[welshie100]

TYING TOGETHER THE DETAILS OF THE FIRST DOCTOR’S EARLY CHILDHOOD

(I recommend clicking the GIFS if you want to watch them from the start as even off screen they continue)

While Chibnall was the first to explicitly confirm that the Doctor is care experienced (an umbrella term for foster care, adoption, kinship, residential care, special guardianship) he wasn’t the first to introduce that idea.

In the Series 8 episode Listen written by Steven Moffat, the TARDIS went to the early part of the First Doctor’s life, when he was a young boy sleeping in a barn he’d ran to outside of the Capitol, and was visited by two unseen people.

With how the Woman calls the place that the Doctor had run away from a house and refers to the children living there not as the Doctor’s brothers but as the boys, this implies that the Doctor was living in a children’s care home, and those two people who came to him were likely the care workers of the house.

With what this care worker says, it might’ve been a military orphanage he was living in. That could be what all orphanages on Gallifrey are like which wouldn’t be surprising, or that care worker was just forcing his own interest onto the Doctor and the other children.

Either way, the glimpse we saw of the First Doctor’s childhood was paralleling what we saw earlier in the episode of Danny Pink, who lived in a children’s care home as a boy with an interest of the army.

The Doctor having been in a children’s home fits perfectly with what Reinette said after glimpsing the Doctor’s childhood, because feelings of loneliness are common for those who grow up in care homes.

How the First Doctor ended up in the home, I think that could be answered by what the Ninth Doctor said in The Empty Child.

I think after Tecteun mind-wiped and force regenerated the Doctor into a baby boy, she dumped him at the doorstep of the children’s home. And whether Time Lords are natural or machine born, she fabricated a birth record so he believed he had been born like everyone else. To add, I doubt the Doctor is the only Time Lord and Division Operative to have been reset because of no longer aligning with Division.

We know from multiple references that the First Doctor had a family and a family home.

“Well, when I was a little boy, we used to live in a house that was perched halfway up the top of a mountain” - 3rd Doctor, The Time Monster

“I was with my father, it was a warm Gallifreyan night” - 8th Doctor, TV Movie

“Have you got a brother” - Martha
“No, not anymore. Just me” - 10th Doctor, Smith and Jones

“But of course it’s meant to be the Doctor’s mother. That’s certainly what I’ll tell the production team. Euros knows it already. David, too” - RTD in The Writer’s Tale about the Woman in The End of Time

“Sisters. I used to have sisters” - 13th Doctor, Arachnids in the UK

“I had seven, but grannie five, my favourite, used to tell me about the Solitract” - 13th Doctor, It Takes You Away

This means that the Doctor wouldn’t have been in the children’s home for his entire childhood. Some time before he went to the Academy, he was either fostered or adopted by a family who lived in the house perched halfway up a mountain.

Some fans say that the Doctor not being from Gallifrey means that the Woman in The End of Time can’t be the Doctor’s mother. But I think what they mean by that is that she can’t be his birth mother, but there’s no issue with that. Whether the Woman was the Doctor’s adoptive or foster mother, that doesn’t make them less of a mother, a mother is mother no matter what kind, the scene and the intent still has the exact same impact as it had before, a mother helping their child in their time of need. My mother (adoptive) would go to the ends of the Earth for me, and I her. And I think it’s better that she wasn’t his birth mother because it means we haven’t seen one of two people who are the reason for the Doctor’s existence, adding to the mystery of their identity and origins.

And some time after being adopted or fostered, the Doctor goes to the Academy, graduates, has a family of his own as a father and grandfather, then for multiple reasons decides to run away from Gallifrey with his granddaughter Susan and the rest as they say is history.

[trumpkinhotboy]

Chronic protective brother syndrome

Pairing: big brother!nick nelson x little sister!reader

Type: Request (thank you so much!!)

Warnings: Mention of fainting, having a chronic illness, but nothing too intense

Word count: 1900

Requests: Open! For Heartstopper, twilight wolfpack, chronicles of narnia and harry potter

A/n: honestly… i dont have much to say except that i love writing for requests and that big brother nick makes me weak in the knees. Hope you enjoy angels xxx

*gif is not mine

Summary: The reader has been living with diabetes her whole life. She's grown quite accustomed to it and manages it well with the help of her supportive family. Although sometimes, support can feel a little suffocating...

Through your 14 years of existence, you have grown quite accustomed to life with type 1 diabetes. As you grew up and became more conscious of what it meant to live with a chronic disease, you learned to accept and care for yourself quite well. 

Your mother, Sarah, was a real trooper and never let you down, always carrying you when you felt exhausted and done with your condition, which did happen more often than you care to admit. Luckily, you also had someone else in your corner: your older brother. 

Nick is known to be quite protective. Especially with the people he cares for. However, that aspect of his personality gained a new high when you were born, and your mother explained why you could never do everything just as he did. Of course, you would still be able to do most of them. You would simply need to be a little more careful. 

Sarah remembers very clearly the look in little Nick’s eyes when she explained why you were always sick. You were resting in bed after a substantial flare-up when his eyes welled up with tears. That's when he finally understood that there was something in your own body that would always try to fight and hurt itself. That’s also when he promised himself he would do everything to protect you. Your mum still tells that story with a few tears welling up in her eyes. 

Nick knew you could have a lot of complications from your disease. To avoid them, he always made sure you had everything you needed at all times. You usually didn't mind, seeing how your ADHD sometimes made it a little harder for you to remember to pack your stuff. Plus, the fatigue diabetes often fogged you with did not help in that department. 

The thing is you were now 14 years old, finally starting to make new friends and explore the jungle that is social life in high school. So when your 16-year-old brother comes over, and all your lady friends swoon over him, or worse, when he comes over to baby you, it gets a little irritating. Luckily, Nick was quite stubborn about that stuff and was not about to let you get hurt just because of the image you wanted to project.

That was until you made quite a scene in front of everyone.

You had been feeling particularly irritated and moody that day. So when you saw your brother walk over to you with a backup diabetes kit, which was his creation, you felt anger boil in your blood.

It did not help to hear some nasty year 10 make jokes from a picnic table near your friends and you. "Oh, would you look at that? Diabetes Nelson still needs her big brother to bring her her little drugs. I don't understand how someone like him could be related to her."

It was stupid. It wasn't even a good insult. Plus, the people who kept making comments were not something to be impressed with. Still, you couldn't help the shame from creeping on your cheeks.

So this time, when your big brother came to check on you and offered you your safety pouch, you refused.

"I already have the normal one. I don't need this one."

"I know, but I don't think you've put the new insulin shots in. I brought you the safety one just in case."

The snickers you heard from the people behind had you gritting your teeth. You couldn't understand their exact words, but you knew it wasn't positive. 

"Don't you have anything better to do than watch over me all day?" you hissed. "I'm not stupid Nick."

Your diabetes also made you prone to mood swings, mostly when your blood sugar levels were too high or low. That's why Nick usually did not make a big deal out of these outbursts, but this time felt different. Hurt flashed in his eyes, and briefly, you regretted the words.

"I never said that. I just want to make sure you have everything you need. You know the risks." His tone was soft, his gaze focused on you. He tried as much as he could not to make a big deal out of this, but your reaction had the exact opposite effect. He knew how the fear of being judged could make a person act in such a terrible way. 

"I don't need you to remind me how weak and useless my body is, okay? I'm the one living with diabetes, Nick. Not you." You whispered angrily.

You grabbed your bag and left him planted there without looking back. Nick and you were usually like two peas in a pod, and to leave him there hurt much more than you would care to admit. 

You got back in class, trying to act normal, but after an hour in, you felt queasy and feeble. You had indulged in some sweets some friends offered after your altercation with Nick, brushing off the risk with your ongoing anger. Subtly, you pricked your finger and couldn't help your eyes from growing two sizes when you saw the little numbers your tracker presented. You were in hyperglycemia and urgently needed to get a shot of insulin. Swiftly, you asked to be excused from the class and headed for the bathroom. The walls seemed to shake around you, and your vision kept warping up. Cursing yourself for being this dumb, you opened your bag with shaking hands, searching for your shots.

"Shit."

There was only one thing worse than fighting with Nick, and it was when you realized he had been right. You mumbled under your breath, trying to stay calm and figure out a quick solution because this was becoming urgent, and you needed the care right now. Calling Nick would do no good since he was at Truham anyway. You decided to head back to class to ask for your teacher's help, but once you tried climbing the stairs, a thousand little dots started dancing around. You were able to mutter an 'I feel kinda dizzy' before everything turned black.

You awoke to a commotion. Distorted sounds and everything around you moved too fast to register. Someone was holding your hand while you felt a pinch in your arm. 

"It's okay, it's okay Y/n. You're going to be okay. I'm here."

You knew that voice. You lifted your gaze with an effort and only saw a flash of red hair before darkness swallowed you once more.

This time, when you woke up, everything was silent and peaceful. You were lying in a bed, a hospital bed, with an IV drip set up in your arm. Nick was resting in the chair next to you, his worried eyes set on his phone as he quickly typed.

"Hey," you croaked. 

His head whipped up in surprise when he heard your voice. He immediately dropped his phone to come by your side. His hand flew to your forehead. The coolness of it felt incredibly refreshing as you leaned into the touch.

"Hey, kid," he whispered. He tried putting a smile on his face, but it couldn't hide the worry he was truly feeling.

"So, I'm guessing I fainted? And someone found me? And they panicked ?"

"Panicked is an understatement."

He explained that Imogen found you at the bottom of the stairs. She didn't know whether you had fallen from them or just fainted at the bottom, so she immediately called for help and texted him.

"I ran to Higgs faster than Charlie ever could," he added with a smirk, his joke stealing a chuckle from your chest.

"I'm sorry for causing such a commotion. I should wear a bracelet that says fainting is normal for me so people won't worry."

His gaze hardened at your comment. "Fainting is not normal for you. It's a bad sign, and you know it."

You sheepishly dropped your gaze. Okay, he wasn't ready to make jokes about it yet. Charlie would have laughed, you secretly thought.

"I don't understand why you pulled that crap. I just wanted to help you." 

You lay back in bed with a sigh and covered your eyes with your forearm. You did know Nick only wanted to help, but still. His kind gestures irritated you so much sometimes.

"It's already hard enough to be the sick kid. That was my only thing when I was in middle school. I thought now I could step away from it, that I could be someone else. Be known for other things than my messed up immune system." 

You noticed Nick's expression softened once you uncovered your eyes. 

"And I know you want to help and trust me, I appreciate it. It's just that sometimes it feels like you don't believe in me. Like you don't think I'm capable of doing stuff. Instead of helping me become stronger, you keep worrying me with your horror scenarios."

It was now Nick's turn to look all sheepish and guilty. You might have been right in saying he tended to get a little paranoid when you wanted to try new things. He only thought about protecting you. He never realized the effect it would have on your self-esteem. 

"I'm tired of being afraid. I've looked it up, and there are so many people with diabetes who are doing amazing things. I can stay healthy and still be a badass kid who tries new stuff."

He looked up, his eyes holding so much uncertainty and fear. Though through it all, love was the strongest thing in his gaze. He grabbed your hand once again with a tight smile.

"I hear you, I'm sorry. I never thought it would make you feel like this, or else I wouldn't have done it."

"Nick." You gave him a knowing look.

"Okay, okay. I might have still done it, but only because you're my baby sister, and I want you to be healthy and have a long, long life, okay?"

You nodded while tightening your grip on his hand. 

"I promise I will be less overbearing, and I will support you in whatever new thing you want to try."

"Thanks, Nick, and for school, could you maybe not come and do your big brother number in front of all my friends? I appreciate the gesture, but I'm over dealing with the dumbasses." 

He sighed heavily but still agreed to your request. "About that, just a piece of advice. I've learned that sometimes the thing we are afraid will show our weakness or vulnerability only does when we allow it to. Once you reclaim your power and own it, it all switches around. Anyone who has something to say about it will suddenly disappear, or you won't care what they have to say anymore."

You nodded sheepishly. You honestly didn't care about your diabetes. I mean, it could be a gigantic pain, and you would have to be careful for the rest of your life. But all in all, you were pretty lucky. You had your condition mostly under control when you weren't a sassy dumbass, and you had the best support system someone could wish for. 

"Look at me. You're going to be okay kiddo." Your brother squeezed your hand tighter in a reassuring motion. 

You lifted your head to meet his supportive gaze and smiled in return. Yes, you would be okay.

[bekolxeram]

Unfortunately, I don't have the means to donate this time, (Stupid expensive health issues🙄) but I'd still like to express my gratitude to Bucktommy and this fandom for the occasion.

Not that my life has ever been sunshine and rainbows, but 2024 has been particularly difficult for me. I started the year the sickest I've been for years, then one of my uncles passed away in February. He was 88. He had been slowly succumbing to dementia for quite some time, so almost everyone agreed a cardiac arrest was a blessing in disguise.

I wasn't close with him, but my mother was, and naturally, I had to spend pretty much the entire March accompanying her to all sorts of traditional ceremonies for the dead. All my uncle's children, my cousins, came back from abroad as well. They enjoyed hanging out with me back when I was a toddler, but then I slowly grew up into this weird, moody kid of few words, and we kind of drifted apart from there.

Family reunions were never awkward despite my gloomy existence though, they had their fun aunt who never ran out of things to talk about. To them, my mother's the life of the party and an exemplary woman, who went through tragedies in life but still manages to come out stronger on the other side, who unfortunately had to re-enter the workforce later in life to support her physically ill husband and her mentally ill teenage daughter.

What they don't know, is that while she's a fun aunt, she's not a fun mother. She was dealing with the stress and frustration so well because she always had an outlet at home. Someone she had total ownership over, officialized by a piece of birth certificate. Someone she could do whatever she'd like to, emotionally and physically, because in my culture, it's simply an alternative, maybe outdated method of parenting, not a crime.

I've had time to process my messy relationship with my mother, I've come to (mostly) accept it for what it is. Watching my cousins all rushing over to my mother with open arms to console her, watching my cousins' children playing around, having fun with her, while my existence was barely acknowledged, was actually more triggering than I expected. It acted as a sobering reminding that not only do I have merely a handful of friends since I left church, I in fact don't have any family left either. They're all my mother's family, not mine.

It was probably the most lonely and isolating experience in my life. It's like I was trapped inside of my head, my head that was gradually turning into a bottomless pit of nothingness.

Then Tommy Kinard drove through cross town traffic just to clear the air in person. He expressed how much he wanted to be a part of a family. Then he took his shot and got the boy in the end.

I just felt... understood. Watching Bucktommy's story play out on screen gave me some rare moments of joy and much needed hope. I felt like if Tommy could find happiness later in life, maybe it wasn't too late for me either.

If you've had experience with depression, you'd know how sometimes getting out of bed, brushing your teeth feels like an uphill battle already. Motivation is precious and hard to come by. I was so motivated creatively by Bucktommy and people in the fandom who resonated with the story just like me, that I wrote series of posts analyzing every scene in S7, I learned how to make gifs to illustrate the humor I found in all of us, I figured out how to edit video especially for my vision of a Brad-nado, I even wrote and posted my first fanfic ever.

And I just love how we refuse to give up hope, even after the breakup. We cried, we whined, then we doubled our effort writing fix-it fics, continuing their story on our own terms. Now, we even manage to raise thousands of dollars for charities in 24 hours in the name of love.

Sorry for the wall of text all about myself, I hope I don't come across as a self-absorbed jerk. I always thought I would never make it to 30, it started feeling like a real possibility in March. What happened instead was that my 30th birthday came and go because I was too busy screaming about Buck batting his eyelashes at Tommy when he was receiving a medal.

I'm sitting here, typing this out, looking back at my 2024 at the end of the year, only because Bucktommy happened and I had the pleasure to cross path with you all. I know, it's stupid, it's just a TV show, but I can't really imagine how my life would turn out if I never had Bucktommy, where I would be right, or even if I would still be at all.

So, thank you, for making life worth living for me again.

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia - Chapter 4: The Orange Lily Bends Its Head In Grief (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 4: The Orange Lily Bends Its Head In Grief 

The time comes for mourning, old memories and harsh truths. 

Se Zaldrīzoti' Prūmia Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | 

HOTD Masterlist | Main Masterlist | 

Warnings: Extreme slow burn, angst, mentions of Aemma’s traumatic birth scene, Y/N kinda being a headass, Daemon being an ass, Viserys hate club 

Word Count: 2.8k words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!

A/N: I’m sorry this chapter was later than expected 😭 i got a bit sick after the concert I attended yesterday (1975 was great but goddamn the crowd was inactive asf) I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! 

wonderful dividers courtesy of @firefly-graphics​  !  

The day was beautiful. The sun hung bright and brilliant in the blue sky, and the smell of salt and sand permeated through the air, along with a slight whiff of smoke from the magnificent dragon situated at the top of the hill, its beady eyes cast upon the crowd of mourners clad in black. 

You stared numbly at the raised dais where Aemma’s embalmed body laid. Little Baelon was next to her, and you couldn’t help but wonder how Aemma would have reacted, had she known the life that had been taken from her in the hopes of letting her babe live, was now naught but sand scattered in the wind: utterly useless. 

Rhaenyra stood next to you: the both of you keeping a fair distance from Viserys. Tears were welled up in her purple eyes, but she did her best not to let them fall, attempting to maintain her calm countenance. She reminded you much of yourself when you had lost your mother, mourning, and unsure on how to express your grief. 

Daemon spoke to Rhaenyra hushedly, the both of them conversing in High Valyrian. You did not deign to translate the faint snippets of their conversation that you overheard in your head, despite your decent grasp of the tongue. You barely noticed as Rhaenyra inched forward gingerly. 

“Dracarys!” You kept your eyes fixed upon Aemma and Baelon’s funeral pyre as it was set alight.. The hot whoosh of flames fanned across your face, and everyone took a step back unconsciously to avoid the heat, but you didn’t feel anything, not as you watched the body of your dearest friend and her ill-fated son burn away to naught but ashes. 

Daemon did not know what to make of today. Grief was a stranger to him: even though he had seen the deaths of his mother, father and grandfather, the depth of the feeling eluded him. Mayhaps there was something wrong with him: given how much death there had been in the later stages of his grandsire’s reign, it was a wonder he was unfeeling at funerals. Still, he found no sense in dwelling over the dead. The dead were the dead, and sorrow would not bring them back. 

He was about to depart from the cliffs, and mount a horse back to the Red Keep, when his gaze befell upon a most strange scene. His brother, and…Y/N? 

Rhaenyra had already ridden off on Syrax back to the Dragonpit, and most of the royal retinue had already retreated back to the Red Keep, unable to stand the sweltering heat, but his brother was here, talking to Y/N, who by now, was becoming ostensibly more and more like she would rather hurl herself off the cliffs than suffer in his brother’s presence for any longer. Viserys’ expression was earnest, mournful, and any man would have softened at the pitiful state the King was in, but Y/N seemed to have none of that. He wondered just what was going on, considering how Y/N was always close with his brother. ‘At least, she was always much more jovial with my brother than with me,’ Daemon thought darkly. 

“Brother,” Viserys turned to face Daemon as you breathed out a sigh of relief, glad to no longer be the centre of Viserys’ attention anymore. Try as you may, you could not shake the lingering sensation of disgust in your gut whenever you laid eyes upon Viserys. Your mind constantly kept flashing back to that horrific scene on Aemma’s deathbed, of the incisions and the realisation of what Viserys had ordered dawning on you when he couldn’t quite meet your gaze. What affection you had for your childhood friend was slowly dispersing into rage and grief, as you struggled to reconcile the jovial and amiable man you once knew with the reality of a man who was callous enough to sacrifice his wife to gain a son. 

Startled when you felt a hand placed firmly on your shoulder, steering you away from Viserys’ bewildered form, you glanced up at Daemon, but he said nothing as the both of you walked away from the King. After a while, when you had both reached the ends of the cliffs, he finally let go of your shoulder. The both of you were silent, staring out at the blue sea, as you both awaited for the other to break the silence. 

“Why did you pull me away from the conversation?” you murmured. “I could tell how uncomfortable you looked,” Although his gaze was directed towards the bay, Daemon’s voice was soft. “You were practically begging to get out of the conversation.” “And here I thought my many years at court had made me better at veiling my emotions.” “With how long we’ve known each other, byka zaldrizes, it would be an insult to me if I couldn’t see past your facades,” Daemon remarked dryly. He began strolling along the length of the cliffs, and you quietly followed suit. 

“...thank you. I…he may be my king, but I am of the opinion that if I had to suffer in his presence any longer, I might punch him.” you admitted, gratitude and exhaustion tainting my voice. Daemon let out a soft snort, “I thought you would have learnt that assaulting a royal never does you any favours.” “You’ve known me for so long, Daemon, in the face of anger, I never did seem to possess the ability to think rationally. What’s more, I think Viserys is deserving of it.” You could feel your heart starting to pound furiously again, the scene of Aemma laying in bed, covered in blood…brutally slit open, her eyes opened wide in death and her expression of agony flashed repeatedly into your mind, making your stomach roll unpleasantly. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, and. you bit your lip in an attempt to stave them off, tilting your head away to obscure Daemon from the view. He said nothing, only offering you a handkerchief. You took it, dabbing at your tears lightly, trying to calm yourself by inhaling the salty scent of the sea air. 

Daemon watched her with inquisitive eyes. He had heard rumours of how close Y/N was with his sister-in-law, but with the weight of her grief becoming increasingly apparent, he finally understood the extent of their bond. His heart filled with a strange tugging sensation, but he dismissed it as just the oddity of seeing Y/N cry. In his boyhood memories, he always regarded her as this strong-willed, fierce and irritable little girl. To see her cry was…it made him feel strange. The Y/N of his boyhood seemed so contrasting from the Y/N in front of him now. He had seen Y/N’s physical changes since girlhood, and now he was witnessing the emotional changes. Uncomfortable, he fidgeted with his fingers, about to offer his condolences, but he remembered how much she hated it when he professed his grief at her mother’s passing, and stopped himself. The sight of Y/N dabbing at her tears however, became more and more excruciating for him to bear with every passing minute. He longed to do something, anything, to lighten the tension between them, but what could he say? It wasn’t like comforting his niece, with the Queen that she was serving dead, Y/N might as well have been a sailor lost at sea, with no compass. So instead, he had to bite his tongue as he waited for Y/N to snap out of it. 

You clasped the handkerchief tightly between your fingers, suddenly feeling the traces of embroidery on it. You glanced at the handkerchief, and saw a familiar pattern of lily flowers across the fabric, in your stitching. “I didn’t know you still kept it,” you turned to Daemon, surprised. “I thought you would have shredded it years ago.” “Well, it would be rude of me to intentionally ruin a gift, especially one made of a gesture of goodwill, my lady.” 

Your fingers traced the orange lilies, biting back a smile at the memory behind this handkerchief. Once, in your childhood, you had been most wroth to discover Daemon had stolen your favourite doll and ‘accidentally’ ripped it. In retaliation, you had snuck into his room one night and emptied the contents of his chamberpot on him. Aghast, your mother had ordered you to make a truce with him by sending him a gift. Reluctantly, you sewed him a handkerchief, but to add insult to injury, you didn’t embroider a noble or rare flower on it, such as roses or carnations, but rather, you had chosen lilies. Although it was considered a flower of elegance, the colour of the lilies conveyed otherwise. To put it plainly and unpleasantly, they were one gigantic “fuck you” to Daemon. You couldn’t help but snigger as you recalled his reaction to the handkerchief: his face had twisted most unpleasantly, and he’d looked downright murderous, but since Prince Baelon and your mother were in the room, he could only swallow whatever insults he wanted to churn out and grunt out his thanks, much to your triumph. 

The lilies had turned a little yellow with age, regardless, the handkerchief looked well kept. You returned the handkerchief back to him, his fingers brushing against yours in a lingering touch as he took it back. “For what it’s worth…I am truly sorry for your loss, Y/N,” Daemon offered gallantly, “I know how close you are…were…with my sister-in-law, and she was a great woman. She was always kind to me, at least.”. Normally, you would have teased him for his uncharacteristic politeness, but Aemma’s death had drained all the fight left in you. “I thank you, my Prince,” your voice was hollow. 

Your next few moments were spent in silence, as awkwardness ensued. Daemon was nigh close to throwing himself off the cliffs. He was thoroughly unaccustomed to dealing with grief. He wonders if he had made the right decision when he chose to spirit you away from Viserys. At least the royal party had departed now, but it made it all the more difficult for him to leave Y/N alone on the cliffs. 

“Do you know…what he did?” your voice was tremulous, barely a whisper, but it anchored Daemon back to reality once more. His forehead creased, he said quietly, “I’ve heard. It was…dreadful to say the least.” “Truth be told, I do not know if I could ever…bring myself to forgive his act of cruelty.” “He is your king,” Daemon said, an uncharacteristic gentleness in his voice. “And your friend of many years.” "As was Aemma, Daemon,” you said, your voice tinged with sadness. 

Wishing to broach on this topic no more, you turned your conversation to something else. “Now that he killed both his wife and heir, what do you suppose would happen to the succession now?” Daemon notes with intrigue that your tone has taken a sharper tone toward Viserys, and he couldn’t fight the small sliver of smugness he feels at your distaste. Perhaps it was childish…but he always disliked it when you spoke about Viserys with such reverence, like he could do no wrong in your eyes. 

“He still has an heir,” Daemon reminds her, “Me.” 

You scoffed slightly, “I think you’re forgetting Rhaenyra. She is the King’s only trueborn daughter.” Daemon was annoyed, “A brother’s claim triumphs over a daughter’s.” “You’ve never paid any attention to the laws of Andal succession then.” “We are Targaryens, byka zaldrizes, what regard have we for those fucking laws?” Daemon snorted, “Moreover, Rhaenyra is but a child, besieged with grief. The right choice of heir for the stability of the realm should be me.” 

“You’re just using Aemma’s death as a way to further your own ambitions,” your tone was accusatory, and Daemon wanted nothing more than to shove this infernal woman off the cliffs. Why did everyone always think the worst of him? “I can assure you, that contesting the heir to the throne is the least of your worries right now.” 

You narrowed your eyes, “And what is that supposed to mean?” Daemon let a smirk play out on his face, “Now that my sweet sister-in-law is dead, what do you suppose will happen to you?” You blinked, confused by his sudden mention of your future. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to, Daemon.” 

“You are well aware that since your tenure as lady-in-waiting to the Queen is at an end, you will most likely be sent home to the Reach, do you not?” Your voice grew annoyed, “My focus now is on mourning Aemma, she was my friend, Daemon. As for what the future holds, I do not care about that.” Daemon let out a snort of laughter, “Are you sure about that, Y/N? It might not be the wisest course of action, you know.” 

You stopped in your tracks and gave him a frosty glare, “And since when did you care about my wellbeing, Daemon?” Daemon chuckled mirthlessly, “I do not. However, since my late sister-in-law harboured a form of affection for you, however of an annoying little brat you may be, I believe it in my responsibility to give you a warning.” “I have no need for your warnings,” you said brusquely. 

Daemon leaned forward, his violet eyes gleaming with savage delight, “Perhaps you should think again then.” He drew back, circling around you as his eyes watched you like a hawk. “With the Queen dead, it would be inevitable before you are summoned back to Highgarden. Tell me, what are you to do when you are ordered to wed by your father, hmm?” 

You bit your lip, disconcerted. But it was all the answer Daemon needed to carry on. “You no longer have any reason nor power to retain your status at court,” he mused, looking down at your stiffened form. “And when it comes, your father will summon you back to Highgarden. And you shall be wedded off like a prized pig to some lord, who could be balding, old, or ill-tempered. Or all three. Who knows?” He hears your sharp intake of breath, and he could see it clearly now. Your fear for this sort of fate. 

“Whether you like it or not, you must worry for your political standing. Even if you hate to make merry with my brother, you will have to stomach it.” You finally snap, your eyes ablaze, “I will not. Why should I give a damn about my political standing anyway? Should I refuse to go home, my father will not force me. The King will not force me.” 

Daemon laughed, the sound bouncing off the cliffs. It was a rough, jagged laugh, more out of dark bemusement than of any joy. “Byka zaldrizes, it seems you’re even more of a fool than I imagined. You might have matured in terms of your visage, but I see your immaturity still shines through.” 

Hurt by his words, you could only keep silent. Your mind was racing. You didn’t want to admit it…but you could see some truth in his words. Viserys could heartlessly give the order for his wife to be cut open, he would not defend you from something as simple as marriage. He was after all, a father, and a king to boot. He would sympathise with your father’s claims of duty to your house. 

Daemon’s voice was chiding as he spoke. “There is no doubt my brother will take a new wife after this. After that, there will be a new queen in court, a shift in power. And you?” he reached out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ears. “Will be naught but a speck in the past. The new queen might be someone you are not acquainted with, and she will surround herself with an entourage she is familiar with. One which you will not be a part of. Who will protect you from your father’s will then? Certainly not my brother, if I know him.” 

You saw the sense in his words, but a certain sort of rebellion still blazed in you. “I would never allow myself to be used by my father this way,” you said, lifting your chin defiantly. “I am a grown woman now, and I can make my choices.” 

Daemon looked down at you, something akin to pity on his face. “If that’s what you think,” Daemon’s voice was soft, “Then you are a naive fool, my lady.” Abashed by his words, you could only look down, feeling lost. It was too much for you to deal with: mourning Aemma and Baelon, your newfound disgust and fear for Viserys, and now, terror for your future. You couldn’t deal with this. Not right now, maybe not ever. You weren’t used to this sudden weight of realisation, of burden on your shoulders, and Daemon could tell. He always could. 

The two of you stewed in despondent silence, before Daemon sighed, “Come, my lady. I should escort you back to the Red Keep.” You have a great deal to think about, his violet eyes seemed to whisper to you, making you feel even more unsettled. You nodded hesitantly, and he offered you his arm, before the both of you walked back to the remaining wheelhouse in a silence that was much colder and contemplative than before. 

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[wereoz]

rewatching s1&2 and seeing the spencelle interactions has made me believe new things about their relationship. bear in mind i think a lot of things surrounding romance are very ambiguous so it’s hard to define the stages in a relationship but i think it mostly goes like this:

i think while neither had any strong feelings before ‘derailed’, all their interactions built the foundation and there was chemistry, like elle trying to get everyone to not talk about reid failing his firearms qualification and them hanging out in garcia’s office that ep.

then in ‘derailed’, while the stakes are high, their feelings come to the surface and are tested: so while reid hasn’t initiated much with elle, he says ‘it’s alright, elle’ in a tone i can’t really describe - tender? reassuring? and after, he’s the one sitting close to her, joking with her, rubbing her knee (such a cute interaction).

elle during this ep is the same, she has already shown interest (in my opinion) but it increases to me as she’s quite timid saying he saved her life, and is concerned for him, trying to ask about him saying he ‘knows what it’s like’ being delusional.

so: feelings have developed on both sides.

however, i think afterwards the course of those feelings is different for elle and reid. i noticed that elle, in the next ep, gives reid a look that is very affectionate (and very gif-ed on tumblr), and she is the one who was quite jealous while reid was with lilah for that ep, which makes me believe that elle had become aware of her feelings, and they were closer to her because of that. of course, her job is very important to her so she can’t date a coworker -remember the fraternisation rules?- and i feel like her being older means she can control and hide her feelings better than when reid realises

wheras reid is continuing on as normal, even …. well not ‘pursuing’ lilah he was the one being pursued 😭 but? open to it? so i think that being so young, a character who finds accessing his emotions to be difficult, and having become self sufficient at a young age, his feelings aren’t intruding and he can continue on without thinking he likes elle romantically. just to say: i don’t think this means he doesn’t care about elle, i just think he’s a 24 year old who needs… room? he’s barely had any romantic experience yet, and he’s been isolated from his peers which makes social connections difficult; he needed time anyway.

(also: reid -similarly to elle- needs this job, i feel like dating a coworker feels veeeery off limits for him)

then the fisher king……. dear god…..

HOWEVER post fisher king, in s2 the theme is ‘develop spencelle right before they breakdown so it hurts more’: upon reid and elle interacting for the first time in 4 months, they seem utterly besotted. they say ‘if it isn’t dr reid’ and ‘wow… elle’ so nervously, followed up by them awkwardly and sincerely complimenting each other’s hair, while reid is nervous elle doesn’t like it….. wow.

i take reid’s behaviour as: during those 4 months without elle, it set in how much danger elle was really in, and that he almost lost her, which he didn’t have energy to confront after being more concerned about his mother in the fisher king eps (understandable). and, similarly to how ‘derailed’ shifted his feelings, he changes again to more concerned about elle, and conscious of her.

reid and elle are forced to be in proximity as he has been assigned to watch over her……. i love this for many reasons because reid has no control over her at all so she’s really taking him for a ride, they have really cute interactions (‘no i didn’t!’ ‘yes you did!’) and i think it was a great way to develop them by giving an obvious reason for spending more time together. (also they just look so cute together…..<33)

AND NOW for a moment that brings me great fucking emotion (it’s sweet & romantic but heartbreaking :(( <//3) the hotel scene!!

what stands out to me first is the few seconds before the hotel scene, when reid is alone in his room and fidgeting nervously. it was shown after everyone else working on the case, so the implication is that was what worried him until he dashes out of the room to see elle - he was so worried about her!!! he was also one of the only ones and the first one who went to her about her being attacked, so once again: he’s really changed the dynamic, and he’s very involved here.

so heartbreaking that what made him realise he likes elle is the reason they couldn’t be together…. <///3

[bella-rose29]

A Belle Christmas Treat ~ 1

since it's the run up to christmas now (and I'm back homeeee) I figured I would do some little snippets of things like this hehe

Not Your Lover (Nikolai Lantsov x reader) finished aaaaaages ago (I just looked and it was over a year wtf) but what people might not know is that I had originally planned to do 9 chapters not 8, but I unfortunately lost motivation.

I've been planning on posting this bit of chapter 9 that I wrote since the moment the series finished, but I've only just got the mental capacity to do it 😅

this hasn't been added to, and I haven't really edited either, so to everyone who read NYL (or to those who haven't read it and want to now): enjoy!

Not Your Lover - Chapter 9 excerpt

Word count: 764 words

Warnings: THIS IS NOT A COMPLETE CHAPTER!!! also if you haven't read the rest don't worry, there's not much in this that spoils the series!

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With only three days left before the deadline, Y/n was surprised at the speed of their progress on the mansion.

Her mother had apparently moved out, packing up a few of her things into a suitcase after having a conversation with Y/n's father and being told that he wanted a divorce.

Y/n had then moved back that same day, feeling safe enough in her own home again, and had enjoyed sleeping in her own bed. Nik was still at the hotel, despite Gregor offering up his spare room to him. She had a sneaking suspicion that Nik wasn't sleeping much at all, because when she had come to work on the rooms that morning most of the jobs she had written on her list of things to do were already ticked off.

Nik had shrugged her off when she asked him, but she saw the small smile that he hid and felt her heart skip a beat at his dedication to a project that wasn't even his.

They had spent the evening before having dinner together in Nik's hotel room, and she had spent much of that time finding out whatever she could about his real life. He had hesitated when it came to the civil war, and then again when he talked about the war with Fjerda, but she had reassured him gently, telling him he didn't need to share anything that he didn't want to, and he had said what he could.

The demon had been a shock, to say the least.

Nik had let it out, wincing at the slight strain against his muscles as a dark shadow creeped from out of his shoulder blades, taking form a few seconds later as some sort of... creature. Y/n supposed the only way to really describe it was a demon, since no other name came to mind, and at first she was afraid of its growl and sharp teeth. But then she had offered out a shaky hand and it had looked up at her properly, head tilting and pupils widening, then immediately nuzzling up to her once it had realised that she was not a threat. Y/n had laughed, letting it curl up in her lap and stroking over its spine, and Nik had watched on with a fond smile on his face.

"So this is how you've been getting so much work done at night," she mused, not even bothering to make it a question when she knew the answer.

"It's pretty much the only time I can let him out," Nik replied. "Otherwise he bangs around in my head being a nuisance." The demon let out an affronted growl at that, and Nik stuck his tongue out in response. "Don't look at me like that, you know that it's true."

"Why can't you let him out any other time?"

"People would see and talk, and I would really rather they didn't know the truth. Like I said the other day, it reduces the number of people after my head. Besides, he has a tendency to rummage around in bins and frankly it's just embarrassing to be seen around him when he does."

Y/n snorted, picturing the scene in her mind. "You talk about him like he's your child, did you know that?"

"What?" Nik looked surprised, his eyes wide and his jaw slack. "My child?"

"Yeah. I don't know, there's a weird sort of pride when you talk about him." She hadn't expected that to make Nik blush, but the sight was adorable, and if she hadn't had a demon sat in her lap she would have reached forward to plant a kiss on Nik's cheek.

~~~

That night had been wonderful, and while Y/n slept in her room at home after Nik had walked her back, he had gone on to the mansion, demon scurrying after him in the shadows.

Now there was only a small amount to do, although 'small' meant getting furniture for the rooms that didn't have any, fixing the lights in most of the rooms, replacing certain parts of fixtures that were already in place, following up on the various decorations that had yet to arrive, and more.

Her father was helping more often, normally when Y/n's siblings were at school and she needed to work in the bakery, and Gregor was allowing Nik time off work to do the same. Gregor himself was offering to do the lights after he closed the shop for the day, and Y/n had said yes before he'd even finished speaking.

[rose-sophia-isabella-rogers]

Written in the Stars: Chapter VI - Husband and Wife

Chapter Summary: You and Anakin take a risk and get married, choosing to trust your love. You try to make your marriage work. Sometimes you manage it, sometimes it's very hard. Especially when you're surrounded by others… or an old friend of yours shows up. Can you and Anakin survive this? And what does your old friend really want?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, Ahsoka Tano, R2-D2, C-3PO, Rex, Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sheev Palpatine, Yoda

Word Count: 7488

A/N: This chapter also contains a smut scene. Again, you can skip it if you're underage or don't enjoy such scenes. It starts from: "Your breath hitches when he stands in front of you naked." and ends on: "You kiss for a few minutes, then he pulls out, causing both of you to shiver." Two scenes contain a bit of plot of the 6th episode of the 6th season of the "Clone Wars", as well as some dialogues. I hope you will like it! Gif is not mine.

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As Lanash said, Anakin's men and Ahsoka already had suspected there's something between the two of you. They're stunned when they hear you have been in a secret relationship and that now you're going to get married. But they quickly start cheering and swear they won't tell a soul. The only one conflicted about it is Tano, but after a conversation with her master she also makes a promise to you to keep quiet about it.

The next few days pass in a blur. Before you realize, you're riding to the Main Temple in your wedding dress and people outside are cheering and throwing flowers at your vehicle. Astrariel, who's inside with you, happily waves at them.

'I still can't believe you didn't tell me,' she says and leans back into her seat. 'I mean, I felt the sexual tension between you two but I had no idea you actually did something about it.'

'Riel!' you scold her, rolling your eyes, using your nickname for her. She sticks out her tongue at you. You shake your head. Suddenly, she gives you a serious look.

'Are you sure about this?' she asks, troubled. 'I can see now how much you love each other and I support you fighting for this but… is getting married now really a good decision?'

'I am,' you assure her. 'I know it has to be a secret. But I also know that no one else will take his place. Simply just being with him is not enough for me. I want to make it official in the eyes of the gods and our people. For myself and him.'

'Very well,' she says and smiles. 'Who am I to stop you?'

You grin at her. You both chuckle and then wave at your subjects.

Not long after you reach the Main Temple. Everyone else is already waiting inside. The louder cheers let them know it's time. A moment later a bridal procession enters with you and your father at the end. He, your mother and Shmi who're sitting at the front, have tears in their eyes.

At the altar, Andrrei passes your hand to Anakin. Your fiancé stares at you, mesmerized. You smile bashfully, glad the hard work of all the seamstresses in the city has paid off.

Your wedding dress has a ballgown silhouette and a plunge neckline. You're wearing gloves over your elbows and on your wrists are pearl bracelets. The rests of the jewelry consist of diamond earrings, a royal heritage, and a necklace in a shape of a star – a gift from your beloved on your last birthday. Speaking of starts, while your bodice is white and simple, your gown's top layer is made of millions shining sparkles that imitate them. The last thing to complete your look is a long veil that is adorned on your hair that is tied in a bun. There are some lose curled strays on the side of your face.

'You look astonishing,' your husband-to-be whispers. You smile, blushing and look him up and down, apricating the formal robes has been given – black trousers, white long top with gold ornaments, black boots and of course a sash that has some symbols on them that mean something to him.

'Thank you,' you say. 'You look gorgeous yourself.'

He grins at you and you turn your heads toward the priest. The ceremony starts. It's beautiful and very touching. When you exchange vows, your families and some Clones are crying, while your heart is beating very fast.

'In front of the gods and in front of the people,' the priest finally says not long after, raising his hands, 'I pronounce you husband and wife. No one and nothing can tear this bond except for the two of you. Whoever tries it, may they be cursed forever and forbidden from entering the lands of the gods after their demise. Anakin Skywalker, you may kiss now your wife, as a sign that you both accept the vows you made today.'

You and the Jedi look at each other, your eyes shining. You lean toward each other and close your eyes. Then your lips meet and you kiss for the first time as a married couple. You almost don't hear the loud cheers and clapping around you. You finally pull away, love, happiness and adoration in your eyes.

'I can't believe it's real,' he says quietly.

'Me neither,' you chuckle. He offers you his arm and you take it. Your guests file out of the temple, so by the time you leave it, they can throw flowers at you, same as the gathered people. You both laugh and wave at them all happily.

'Just throw it already!' your sister yells. Anakin laughs while you shake your head. You turn around and hear hurried footsteps and excited chatter. You wait a moment longer, then throw your bouquet behind you. You turn around and see Lanash holding it with a bewildered look on her face.

'I swear, my lady, I have no idea how I got here, not to mention how I caught it,' she says, stunned. Astrariel huffs with hands on her hips.

'Damn you, Artoo,' she says. Your maid quickly whips her head at R2-D2. He and C-3PO standing next to him are trying very hard to appear innocent. You laugh.

'Oh, Lanash!' you say and hurry down the steps to hug your maid. She tenses but then relaxes and embraces you.

'Shall we?' Skywalker asks when you pull away. You turn to him and see him standing in front of a speeder with his hand extended. You take it, grinning.

'We shall,' you respond and allow him to help you inside. Then, you drive back to the palace for the wedding reception which is very grand and almost no one leaves it sober. You and your husband enter your bedroom laughing when it's over.

'But did you see his face?' you cackle, falling on your bed. 'He looked very much offended!'

'Well, I'd be offended too if someone called me a crossbreed between a potato and tomato,' Anakin chuckles. 'Even if the said person was a princess.'

'Oh, mom won't let her hear the end of it,' you giggle. 'Dad neither, but he will do it to make fun of her.'

You sigh and look at Skywalker. He looks at you with an intense stare. The mood in the room shifts. Your heart speeds up.

'Lanash and C-3PO?' he asks, walking slowly to you.

'They won't come here until tomorrow after we leave the room,' you answer. 'No one will interrupt our wedding night… or the morning after.'

'Good,' he says, satisfied, and starts undressing. Your breath hitches when he stands in front of you naked.

'You've seen it before,' he chuckles, but is clearly a bit embarrassed by your reaction.

'Not enough,' you respond and take off your jewelry. 'This will take a while, I'm afraid.'

'Need a hand?' he asks, grinning. You chuckle and stand up.

'Be my guest,' you invite him, turning around. He takes care of your dress, while you take off the accessories and let your hair lose. Then, he turns you to face him again.

'Beautiful,' he says with awe in his voice. It's your turn to blush.

'Anakin…' you whisper, closing your eyes.

'[Y/N]…' he murmurs and joins your lips. The kiss is soft and gentle at first. But it turns heated and passionate quickly. You press into each other. He grabs your waist while you put your arms around his neck. Your tongues meet and before you realize it, your laid on your bed.

'Are you ready for me, my star?' he purrs into your ear, hovering over you.

'Yes,' you answer. 'Please. I need you.'

'I need you as well,' he says and joins your lips in a kiss again, while his fingers prepare you for him. You gasp and find his member with your hand. You start stroking him and he groans.

'You have no idea what you're doing to me,' he says, his voice strained.

'I have a pretty good idea,' you respond, eyeing his manhood. He barks a laugh.

'Point taken,' he agrees and speeds up. You gasp and close your eyes.

'Look at me, my star,' he says. The tone of his voice is more commanding than usual, at least when directed to you. You can't help but obey. You shiver under his gaze, full of lust but also adoration and love.

'Anakin…' you whisper. 'Please…'

'Your wish is my command, my lady,' he says and pecks your lips. Slowly, he enters you. You both groan as he slowly fills you. You are completely still when he manages after a few pushes in and out to be wholly in you.

'Darling, are you going to move anytime soon?' you ask after a beat.

'Are you comfortable?' he asks, concerned.

'No, because you're not moving,' you answer. He laughs and finally starts moving. You sigh in pleasure.

'[Y/N]…' he breathes, kissing your cheeks, neck, nose. 'I can't believe I can call you my wife.'

'It's real, my love,' you whisper, cupping his face. Your eyes shine with love for him. He breathes shakily and starts moving faster. You moan and jerk your hips to meet his thrusts.

You join your lips in a needy kiss. He cups your breasts and massages them. You run your hands all over his chest.

'You're perfect,' he whispers. 'Absolutely perfect. The Force itself must have made you.'

'If I remember correctly, the Force made you,' you chuckle and tangle your hand in his hair. 'And it did an amazing job.'

He grins at you and groans when you tug his hair. You move yourself up slightly and kiss his neck. He moans and goes harder.

'Ah!' you cry out and pull his hair again.

'My star… my angel… my love…' he murmurs into your ear, kissing you everywhere he can.

'Anakin!' you scream and come undone under him. A few more thrusts and he's close behind you, shouting your name. You bask in the afterglow for a few long moments. Then you look at each other and grin. He pecks your lips softly.

'My wife…' he whispers.

'My husband…' you murmur. You kiss for a few minutes, then he pulls out, causing both of you to shiver. You both get up and clean. Then, you dress in your sleep wear and get in the bed again.

'Today was perfect,' he says, taking you in his arms, and sighs. 'I don't want to leave you tomorrow. You deserve a honeymoon.'

'I honestly can't imagine having a honeymoon in this war,' you confess. 'Besides, the Jedi Council can't know we're married.'

'I know, I know,' he murmurs. 'But it's still going to be hard to leave you.'

'It always is,' you say quietly and shift a bit to be more comfortable. 'Well, as much as I want to push it off… we must rest. So, go to sleep, my phoenix.'

He raises his eyebrows. He grins, liking it.

'I wondered when you will give me a nickname,' he says.

'Well, I had to think of something that fits you,' you say. 'You already took "the star", so it was hard. But this one I believe suits you.'

'How so?' he hums. You trace your fingers on his chest.

'You know the legend of the phoenix,' you say more than ask and he nods in confirmation. 'It lives, then builds a nest and sets itself on fire. From the ashes, a new phoenix rises, strong and refreshed, bringing hope and new beginnings. It symbolizes more than just life and death. It symbolizes change and the ability to overcome challenges and start anew. Your life reminds me of it.'

He stares at you, stunned and also touched. You look up at him, nervous.

'Do you like it?' you ask hesitantly. He presses you to himself.

'I love it,' he answers, his voice tight with emotions. 'Do you know why I chose "star" for you?'

'Because I'm pretty like one?' you guess. He chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

'No, but that's also true,' he says and looks at you with a soft smile. 'Star is a symbol of guidance. And you, my love, guide me. Showing me what should I do and point me the way home. To you.'

You smile at him with tears in your eyes. He smiles back and kisses you softly.

'Sleep, my darling,' he whispers. You nod and close your eyes. Soon, you're both fast asleep.

Unfortunately, he, Ahsoka and their troopers must depart early in the morning. They've already been longer than they should. They managed that only thanks to your father, who's convinced the Jedi Council that their presence is necessary during the 'celebration of your return'. Alas, it is a time to say goodbye and it's heart-breaking for everyone. But while you watch the ship soar into the space you know that you will see your husband soon.

*

Anakin and Ahsoka walk through the Resolute. Tano can barely hold back a smirk on her face. She keeps glancing at her agitated master.

'You're very excited, SkyGuy,' she teases.

'Shut up, Snips,' he barks, but there's a smile on his face. Soon they reach the landing platform, where a small ship has just landed. The Jedi stand in front of it, hands behind their backs, Skywalker a bit more forward. A few Clones stand behind them. Anakin's heart skips the beat when the door opens, the ramp is pulled down and he sees your face.

'Husband,' you greet him after making sure everyone present here knows about your marriage. You walk down the ramp, Lanash, C-3PO and a few soldiers behind you.

'Wife,' Skywalker says, grinning.

'Cameras?' your maid asks.

'Fives is doing a routine check-up of them, so they're turned off in here for about five minutes,' Rex informs.

'How considerate of you, Captain,' you beam at him. But in the next moment your lips are met by Anakin's. You melt into the kiss, glad to be by his side again.

'As much as I'd like to continue,' he murmurs, 'others are waiting.'

'We'll catch up later then,' you agree. You head toward the ship's bridge. Ahsoka smiles, seeing how you and her master reach your hands to each other at the same time and join your pinkies. You walk like that until you reach your destination. You reluctantly let go of each other when you stop in front of the door.

'Princess [Y/N], thank you for such a quick arrival,' Mace Windu greets you when you pass the threshold. Next to him from the Jedi Order is also Obi-Wan. You share a smile with the latter.

'Of course,' you respond, walking toward them. 'We're always happy to help put an end to this war sooner.'

'We appreciate your contribution,' Kenobi says. You nod and join them. In a moment Windu calls a few other Jedi, including Yoda, and you start talking strategies. All the time you force yourself not to look at your husband.

'It's settled, then,' Mace says when you come to an agreement. 'I think it would be best if Kenobi, Skywalker and Tano went first, as a distraction.'

You glance at Anakin. He tries very hard to hide his displeasure but you still see it.

'Then Princess [Y/N] and I will take them by surprise,' Windu finishes.

'Solid plan,' you agree, nodding. Skywalker sends you a discreet glare. When everyone goes to get ready, you two sneak away to his room.

'Why did you agree to that?' he asks, annoyed. You cup his face and caress it with your thumbs.

'So they wouldn't be suspicious,' you answer. 'And besides, you work better with Obi-Wan. You two are the heroes. I'm just here for the ride.'

'I know, I know,' he sighs and grabs your hips gently. 'I'm just frustrated you're going to be close yet far.'

'I feel the same,' you whisper. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile.

'Still, that's not what I had in mind when I said you deserved a honeymoon,' he hums. You laugh and smile at him cheekily.

'Come on, you must admit it's brilliant,' you say. 'We're together, we travel, see alien things and no one is none the wiser.'

'The fact we're going to fight for our lives spoils it a bit,' he retorts.

'But it also fits us, don't you think?' you ask, putting your arms around his neck. He chuckles.

'I guess you're right,' he agrees and nuzzles his face into your neck. You hug each other for a minute, until a knock on the door startles you both and you jump apart.

'Sorry to interrupt, but Obi-Wan is looking for you two,' you hear Ahsoka's voice.

'Thanks, Snips,' your husband calls and sighs. 'It's going to be very hard to properly celebrate this honeymoon.'

'Who can do it if not us?' you ask. He smiles at you and nods. Then, you both leave his room. You meet with Kenobi and talk strategy for some time.

When the time for the Team A comes to depart, you watch Anakin with a forced smile on your face. You try to control your emotions but Mace picks up on something anyway.

'They'll be fine,' he assures you. 'No need to worry.'

'Don't tell me you're not worried even a bit, Master Windu,' you retort. He sighs.

'Of course, I am,' he agrees. 'But I trust in their abilities.'

'I also trust them,' you say and bite your lower bit. 'But it doesn't mean I'm not worried that something goes wrong. I'm not a Jedi. Sometimes I can't help but feel such things.'

He says nothing to that, just turns and goes to prepare. You follow him a moment later to discuss strategy with him.

In the meantime, Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan begin their mission. They distract the enemy successfully. Unfortunately, they get caught and locked in a cell.

'We're smarter than this,' Kenobi says, frowning. 'Why did we let this happen?'

'They had us at gunpoint,' Skywalker grumbles.

'And how did we let that happen?' his former master asks, turning to him.

'We were outnumbered,' Tano answers.

'You're not helping,' the oldest Jedi sighs.

'Snips, Obi-Wan doesn't need explanation, he just wants to complain,' Anakin teases. Ahsoka chuckles. They both get a glare from Kenobi.

Just then, they hear a loud thump, groan and another loud thump. They exchange a confused look. The door slides open and they see you.

'Do you need help?' you ask, amused. It's your turn to get glares from all of them.

'You're enjoying the fact you're the one rescuing us for once a bit too much,' your husband huffs, but you see happy twinkles in his eyes.

'Hey, it may be a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity,' you respond, shrugging, and take a step to the side. 'Shall we?'

'Where's Master Windu?' Tano asks, as they join you outside the cell.

'Leading the attack,' you answer and lead them to the exit. 'He sent me to set you free.'

'On your own?' Skywalker asks, frowning. Just then they hear an exchange of fire.

'The Clones are keeping the enemy busy,' you explain.

'Princess [Y/N]! Princess [Y/N]!' you hear a panicked voice of C-3PO. A moment later your faithful droid turns a corner with R2-D2 in tow.

'They're right behind us!' Threepio shouts, his hands raised in the air. A moment later three droids show up behind them. The Jedi reach for their lightsabers, only to freeze when they realize they've been disarmed. But you quickly grab your blasters and shoot the droids. Your friends look at you, stunned.

'How many times?' you ask, seeing their faces. 'I'm not defenseless.'

'Yeah, you just did it so fast,' Obi-Wan explains. Just then your droids reach you.

'Oh, thank goodness, Mistress [Y/N],' C-3PO says. 'Flawless shooting as always.'

'Thanks, Threepio,' you say and just then you all notices what he's holding in his hands. 'Well done! I knew I could count on you.'

The droid is pleased with the praise and hands the Jedi their lightsabers. They're clearly relieved to have them back.

'Thank you, C-3PO,' Kenobi says. 'A really good job.'

R2-D2 beeps, letting you know he helped as well. You and Ahsoka pat him.

'Yes, thank you as well, Artoo,' she says.

'Now, shall we?' Anakin asks, igniting his lightsaber. You grin at him and hurry toward the exit again. Others follow you.

Soon enough you join the fray of the battle. Your soldiers and Clones from 501st quickly join you and have your back. You send Skywalker a look. He smirks at you and shrugs.

'Someone's overprotective,' you murmur.

'Hey, they were all happy to protect you once I asked them to,' he defends himself. You huff but send him a smile. He grins at you and hurries to destroy some clankers.

'What am I to do with him?' you sigh.

'Just love him, Your Highness,' one of your soldiers answers. You hush him and look nervously at Windu, Obi-Wan and their Clones. Luckily, they don't seem to heard a thing.

'Quieter next time,' you murmur and shoot more droids. It's still some time before you win the battle. By the time the planet is free from the Separatists, you're all exhausted. And dirty. Very, very dirty.

'I hate sand,' Lanash groans, scratching her body.

'You and me both,' Anakin says grimly, joining you. He sits on the ground next to you.

'What's our next move?' you ask.

'I certainly hope it's rest, because I'm dead on my feet,' he sighs, stretching. You raise your eyebrows.

'You hope?' you repeat.

'Yeah, they have a meeting right now,' he answers. He closes his eyes and tries to relax.

'Shouldn't you be on that meeting as well?' you ask. He shrugs.

'Probably,' he answers and puts an arm around you. 'But I prefer to be with my beloved wife.'

'And what sort of excuse you gave them you can't be there?' you ask, amused.

'That I need to make sure the Princess of Luth is alright,' he answered. 'I got a glare from Ahsoka. I think she wanted to use the same excuse. But I'm your husband, not her.'

'That you are,' you agree, kissing his cheek. 'But we both should stop now. Someone may see.'

'We can just say we're teasing each other,' he offers with a grin, opening his eyes. You laugh and pull away, albeit reluctantly. You smile at each other, longing in your eyes. Just then Rex shows up and puts his hands behind his back.

'General, Your Highness,' he says, nodding his head. 'Hawk believes the Princess' ship has been damaged during the battle. However, the mechanics can't find anything. I suggested you could take a look, General.'

'Sure, not a problem,' Anakin says, frowning.

'And I'm sure you would like to supervise this, Your Highness,' Captain says, giving you both a pointed look. You both freeze, understanding what he's trying to do.

'Yes, absolutely,' you agree. Skywalker quickly stands up, pulling you with him.

'We'll get to it right away,' he says and hurries toward your ship. You go after him, but when you pass the Clone, you kiss his cheek with a smile.

'Thank you, Rex,' you say quietly. He winks at you. You grin and run after your husband. Needless to say, the ship is fine and instead of repairing it, you and Anakin spend the time making out.

For the next month, you travel with Skywalker, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka and sometimes other Jedi. You fight with the Separatists, free planets and try to end the Clone Wars. You spend a lot of time with your husband, get into troubles and risk your life. You love every second of it.

Well, most of it. Sometimes it gets really dangerous. Still, when the Jedi don't require your help, as the new batch of Clones have finally been purchased, you're sad to go home. Or rather, to leave Anakin. But when you fly away on your ship with tears in your eyes, remembering the devastated look Skywalker gave you when you were leaving, you vow to yourself you're going to see him again soon.

*

Anakin paces outside the Chancellor's door, impatient. He can hear voices from time to time from behind the door, but he's trying his best not to eavesdrop. Still, it's hard not to whenever he hears your voice. By the Force, the last weeks during which he heard it only through communicator have been a torture. So, it's a wonderful change to hear it in person.

'Once again, thank you for agreeing to do this, Your Highness,' the Chancellor says.

'Very grateful, we are,' Master Yoda agrees. 'Important, the negotiations are. Stubborn, the Senator is.'

'Yes, he always was,' you say and your husband's heart skips a beat. 'And don't worry, I'm more than happy to help. And I'm grateful you agreed for my request.'

'It was a rather peculiar one,' Mace Windu says. 'Why did you insist on Skywalker?'

The young Jedi freezes. You're the one who wanted him here? He's thrilled, but it's rather… risky. Why did you do that?

'Because of our past, I fear it may be difficult for me to say "no" to the Senator,' you say slowly. 'And I've heard… the rumors about him. Since General Skywalker is so protective of me, I was hoping he'd be able to help me draw the line.'

Anakin frowns. What are you talking about?

'Ah, yes,' Palpatine says, sounding embarrassed. 'We've all heard about the Senator's… carefree spirit.'

'If unsafe you feel, Your Highness, someone else ask, we can,' Yoda says.

'There's no need,' you deny. 'As long as I have General Skywalker with me, I'll feel perfectly safe.'

Anakin doesn't hear anything more. He tries to understand the meaning of the words you all have said anyway. Should he be worried? Did you get yourself into something dangerous?

Before he finds answers to those questions, the door opens and everyone that was inside, leaves. Your eyes shine immediately when they spot your husband. He has to stop himself from grinning.

'Ah, Skywalker, good,' Windu says and glances at you. 'You're going to act as Princess [Y/N]'s bodyguard during her negotiations with Senator Reykeo Esmovink.'

'Yes, Master,' the younger Jedi says, bowing slightly.

'I'll fill him in on the rest,' you say. 'Have a nice day, Masters Jedi. Chancellor.'

'We look forward to the successful end of the negotiations,' Palpatine says, smiling in that creepy way of his.

'Be careful, Your Highness,' Mace says.

'If help, you need, hesitate to ask, do not,' Yoda adds. You smile at the Jedi and nod. You turn and leave with Anakin close behind you. You leave the Senate and get into your speeder. There your driver makes sure you have privacy. Immediately, your husband cups your face and kisses you. You sigh and melt into the kiss.

'I missed you,' he murmurs against your lips.

'And I missed you,' you gasp and put your arms around his neck. 'So much… but we're going to arrive in my apartments soon.'

He sighs and pulls away. You look into each other's eyes and smile.

'So, what's this all about?' he asks after a beat.

'You know how the Republic is looking for a new trade route?' you ask.

'Ones further from the war zone, yes,' he confirms.

'They found one, but it requires an agreement from the president of Uburba to enter their space,' you explain. 'And he won't do anything without the approval of his senator.'

'What's your role in this?'

'He and I are childhood friends. We haven't talked in years, but when approached about the negotiations, he said he would only talk to me.'

'Okay… and why do you want me to be your bodyguard? Besides the fact you want to spend more time with me.'

'Well, another reason is that he's… a terrible playboy. And I mean it. Ever since he became a senator, finally following into his father's footsteps, he's been known for throwing lavish parties that somehow always end up in… orgies. And whenever he sees a pretty woman, he flirts with her and tries to make her to go to bed with him.'

'And you were friends with someone like that?'

'He was different back then…'

You look away. Sadness fills your eyes. Anakin frowns, something nagging him. Childhood friend. Following into his father's footsteps. Your sad look. His eyes go wide.

'Hold on,' he says. 'Don't tell me he's your first crush.'

You purse your lips and blush. You play nervously with your hair.

'That's another reason why I want you with me,' you say. 'I know you'd find out about it somehow, so I don't want you to worry that… there may be something.'

'But… but you said he's an architect!' he protests. You roll your eyes.

'Oh, he was,' you confirm. 'A marvelous at that. He designed the president's summer house. He loved it so much he made Reykeo his close advisor. Apparently, he discovered he actually likes politics, so with the president's favor he easily became the Senator.'

'I don't like him,' Anakin says after a moment. You raise your eyebrows.

'You haven't even met him!' you protest.

'Doesn't matter, what you said is enough,' he says stubbornly.

'How about you don't listen to gossips and what other people say, and instead make your own opinion about him?' you suggest. 'Or is it about, you know… that I had a crush on him���?'

It's his turn to purse his lips. You cup his face and smile.

'It was long ago,' you say. 'You're the one I love. My heart is yours… my husband.'

He can't help but smile at that. He looks at you and leans to you. You kiss softly. You pull away the moment you feel the speeder slowing down. A moment later the door opens and you leave.

A few hours later, because there's no time to lose, Lanash goes to open the door when she hears the doorbell. Outside is a very handsome man: dark curly hair, green eyes, a handsome suit. In his hands there are flowers.

'Welcome, Senator Esmovink,' your maid greets him and steps aside. 'Princess [Y/N] is awaiting you in the dining room. If you can follow me.'

She closes the door after the man and leads him to the dining room. He has a wide smile when he sets his eyes on you, dressed in an elegant gown and with your hair cascading down your back. But then he notices Anakin. You, however, beam when you notice him.

'Rey, it's been too long,' you say and walk to him.

'I agree, my dear [Y/N],' Reykeo says and, to your surprise and Skywalker's annoyance, kisses your hand. 'You have become a beautiful woman. These are for you.'

'Oh, thank you,' you say, taking the flowers, and look at your husband. 'Allow me to introduce General Anakin Skywalker. He's a Jedi Knight and my friend.'

'Ah, so the Jedi couldn't help but interfere,' Esmovink says, forcing a smile. You hand the flowers to Lanash, shaking your head.

'Not at all, he's here on my request,' you explain, surprising your old friend. 'While I've been in war zone a few times, he's there most of his time, so I'm convinced his insight may be valuable. I trust him completely, so you can be sure his words are true.'

'Very well,' the Senator says and reluctantly extends his hand to your husband. 'It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.'

'Likewise,' Anakin says, his expression grim. The men shake hands very tightly. Then, you seat to a meal, during which you discuss the deal that would be acceptable to both sides. Or you try, but Reykeo keeps changing the subject. In the end, the night falls and you're no closer to making it work. But Esmovink promises to come tomorrow.

'Well, now that I met him, I can say I only like one thing about him,' Skywalker says once your guest is gone.

'Which is?' you ask. He smiles softly at you.

'Thanks to him I could spend time with you today and I can do so again tomorrow,' he answers. You chuckle and step closer to him. He enwraps you in a hug and kisses the top of your head.

'Will you spend the night here?' you whisper. He sighs.

'I wish I could,' he answers. 'But I'm sure the Council wants the report about today, face to face since we're on the same planet, and it's already late. If I was to make a trip there and here again…'

'I understand,' you sigh and tilt your head to meet his lips with yours. The kiss is long and sweet. Later, when you fall asleep in your bed, you're still smiling at the memory of it.

*

You're preparing for the day when suddenly you hear Lanash's distressed voice. Before you can go and see what's going on, Reykeo strolls in. You stare at him, surprised.

'Rey, you're much earlier than we agreed on,' you say. He chuckles and spreads his arms.

'Can you blame me I want to spend more time with you?' he asks. 'Without anyone else present?'

'We agreed that General Skywalker's opinion is valuable,' you say. 'You were impressed with his insights yesterday.'

'Yes, and I admit he can help us make it work,' he says and walks closer to you. 'But I want to catch up with you, [Y/N]. We're more than politician and a princess. We were friends, were we not?'

'We were,' you confirm, smiling slightly, but still feeling nervous. 'Very well. Lanash? Can you bring us something to drink?'

Your maid gives the Senator a distrustful look but leaves. You invite Esmovink on the couch.

'Lanash… wasn't that the name of the girl always around you, your governess' daughter?' he asks.

'The one and the same,' you confirm.

'Hm. How the times change,' he says after a moment. You start talking about your lives. When your maid brings you drinks, she lets you know she informed your husband about the situation and he's already on his way. You can only guess how unhappy he is about this development.

'Tell me, [Y/N],' your guest says at some point, 'is there someone special in your life?'

'My family and my people,' you answer.

'I meant romantically,' he chuckles. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of Anakin.

'I'm married to my duty,' you lie.

'Me as well,' he sighs, putting away his drink. He moves closer to you. You tense. Even more when he puts a hand on your knee.

'But maybe it doesn't have to be this way,' he purrs, slowly going higher with his hand.

'Yes, it must,' you say firmly, knocking his hand of your leg. He chuckles.

'Come on, darling,' he says and grins. 'I remember very well you had a crush on me when we were younger.'

'I didn't know you were aware of it,' you say after a bit, slightly embarrassed.

'Oh, I was, and I was flattered, but… at the time I only thought of you as a younger sister, so I didn't say anything, not wanting to ruin our friendship,' he says and looks you up and down with appreciation. 'But now… you've become a fine woman. Imagine, what it would mean for our planets and the Republic-'

'No,' you interrupt him harshly. You stand up and walk away. He slowly raises to his feet as well. You shake your head.

'I used to have feelings for you,' you admit. 'But it was years ago. We both were different people then.'

'It doesn't mean you can't feel something again,' he insists, taking your hand in his.

'Rey, don't,' you say, pulling your hand free from his grasp. You turn around, your heart beating fast.

'It's that Jedi, isn't it?' he asks. You tense.

'General Skywalker?' you ask, trying to act surprised. 'We're friends, nothing more.'

'Then why was he glaring at me whenever I made you laugh yesterday?' he asks.

'You're confused,' you insist, feeling a knot forming in your stomach.

'Isn't it forbidden for a Jedi to have romantic ties?' he asks and you hear a hint of malice in his voice. 'He would be banished from the Order, would he not?'

'There is nothing romantic between he and I.'

'Then there is absolutely nothing to stop us from doing this.'

You frown. You're about to ask what he means, but then you feel his arms on your shoulder and he turns you around. You feel fear when you see a glint of lust in his eyes. He dips you and leans his face to yours.

'Rey! Rey, no!' you say loudly, panicked. 'Mpf!'

He kisses you and your eyes go wide. Just at that moment the door opens and Anakin walks in with a very grim expression on his face. But when he sees what's happening, his expression turns to shock and then to fury.

'Get away from her!' he shouts, pointing his finger at Reykeo. Esmovink lets you go and turns around in surprise, clearly not expecting Skywalker to show up so quickly. But before he can say anything, your husband starts clenching his fist, while his arm is still extended toward the Senator. Your former friend is raised in the air and starts choking. Then, Anakin waves his hand toward the wall and that's were Reykeo flies, hitting it hard.

You stare at Skywalker with shock. He ignites his lightsaber and walks toward Esmovink. Your heart starts beating furiously.

'Anakin, no!' you protest, shaking your head. You're furious at the Senator for what he did but you don't want any fight in here.

'Why don't you try fighting like a man without your Jedi tricks?' your former friend taunts, standing up. Your husband turns off his weapon and throws it away. He smirks.

'Oh, it would be my pleasure,' he says and advances at Reykeo, then takes a battle stance, while Esmovink does the same. You stare at them, bewildered.

Anakin is faster. He punches the Senator on the face, causing him to land on his knees with a groan. Then he hits him again, making him land on his back. He starts punching him.

'Both of you stop this!' you demand.

'You don't have a say in this!' Skywalker says, glancing at you. It allows your former friend to kick him off of himself and sit up.

'I thought you said he didn't have feelings for you?' he mocks, glancing at you, and stands up. They face each other again and your husband looks at you with hurt. You respond with an apologetic one, because while you hated lying about your relationship to protect you both, you know it still caused him pain. But he turns that into anger and throws himself at Reykeo with a scream.

'Ahhh! I see you for what you truly are!' he shouts, hitting Esmovink, not allowing him to punch back. He pushes him on the couch, making him tumble over it.

'You're a serpent, a traitor!' Anakin says. The Senator kicks him in the face and jumps on his feet. They resume their fight.

'Please! Stop this! No!' you beg with tears in your eyes.

'Is that all you got?' Skywalker taunts. They advance on each other. They grab each other's shoulder and start pushing.

'You should accept that the Princess has other interests than you,' your former friend pants. The Jedi headbutts him with a yell. He lifts him with the Force and throws him on the table, causing it to break. Then, he runs to him, grabs him and throws him on the ground.

'Skywalker, you fool,' Reykeo grunts. He gets punched again. Your husband turns him on his back and starts punching his face hard.

'Stop it! Anakin, stop!' you shout, running to him. 'What are you doing?'

You make a move to pull him away, but at that moment he takes a swing and ends up elbowing you in the face. You gasp and fall on your bottom. Skywalker immediately stops and stares at you in horror, while you look at him with bewilderment, touching your face.

'I'm sorry…' he says and stares at his hands with shock. You feel hands on your arms. You turn your head and see concerned Lanash.

'My lady?' she asks with worry.

'I'm okay,' you say quietly.

'Your Highness?!' you hear Hawk's voice. You roll your eyes. Finally, something has alarmed them.

'Come in immediately,' you order, your voice loud. Your bodyguard and a few other guards rush in. They stare in surprise at Anakin sitting on a very beaten up Reykeo.

'Senator Esmovink has… made unwanted advances on me,' you say, not looking at either of the men. 'General Skywalker arrived just in time. But because they're both men, the fight broke out. If you could escort the Senator out.'

'Certainly, Your Highness,' Hawk says, glaring at your former friend. He tries to protest but no one listens to him. The guards take him out.

'Oh, Princess [Y/N]!' C-3PO exclaims, rushing to you. 'Are you all right?'

'Threepio, could you take a look at Anakin?' you ask.

'Of course, Your Highness,' the droid answers and turns to Skywalker. 'Please, Master Anakin, come with me.'

'[Y/N]-' your husband starts. You look at him and force a smile.

'I'll be all right,' you assure him. 'Go with Threepio. We… we'll talk later.'

He nods reluctantly and follows C-3PO. You stand up with Lanash's help and she leads you toward your bedroom. You stop by the threshold. There's a small table and on it is a bowl with popcorn. You give your maid a look.

'What?' she asks. 'I've waited for that since yesterday. And it was better than I imagined. Except the elbow part.'

You shake your head with disbelief and allow her to take a look at you in your bedroom. When Threepio finishes with Anakin and he goes to find you, you're already back in the living room, staring at the ruined table. He walks to you sheepishly.

'The Jedi Council, the Senate and my father have been informed that Senator Esmovink tried to… force his advances on me,' you say before he can speak up. 'They're all outraged, obviously. My father especially. He called the president of Uburba immediately. He fears retaliation from my dad, so he called Esmovink home and removed him from his position. Then, to calm everyone down, he agreed on a very good deal for the Republic. It's over.'

'Do they know…' he starts hesitantly.

'I told them I asked him to stop and then you asked him to move away but he didn't listen and made you fight him,' you respond after a moment. 'You fought with him to protect me. All of that is true.'

'I attacked him because I was furious that he dared to kiss you,' he says after a beat. 'I wanted to kill him. Show him you're mine.'

'I am yours. You don't have to beat every guy to show it.'

'But they don't know that! No one does…'

'We knew how it's going to be when we decided for this relationship and then to get married. They can't know. Not yet.'

'Then when? What if I'm tired of it? What if I want them all to know?'

You don't respond for a moment. Finally, you look at him, pain in your eyes. You're tired, so much tired, he can see it in your eyes. And he can see a bruise on your face. He deflates immediately and hesitantly reaches out to you. When you don't pull away, he caresses your cheek gently.

'I'm so sorry…' he whispers, tears welling up in his eyes. 'I… I don't know what happened to me. It was like… anger took control over me. I shouldn't have let that happened. I hurt you because of that.'

You touch his hand on your cheek. You smile slightly.

'I forgive you,' you say, surprising him. 'I know you would never hurt me intentionally. But what happened today… you letting anger control your actions… it can never happen again.'

'It won't, I swear,' he promises, falling on his knees. He puts his arms around your waist and lays his head on your knees. You play with his hair.

'Tell me what you need,' you whisper. 'I'm here, Anakin. Just tell me how I can help.'

'I will,' he whispers. 'But for now… I just want to hold you. Can I?'

'Of course,' you answer, nodding. 'It's perfectly all right.'

You stay like that for a long time. It's not perfectly well. But you made a first step and you know you can fix it.

Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Every comment makes my day!

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60214684/chapters/154642582

[evita-shelby]

I was thinking because Jack is only in a tiny bit of Season 6 Maybe Jack and Eva could go to Arrow House, and the scene with Tommy, Mosley and Diana plays out, and it goes on from there with whatever you have in mind! x

Thanks I had too much fun with this lol

spoilers for National Anthem, will likely become a chapter in it.

Eva x Jack

cw:mentions of drugs, cheating, death, hauntings, one use of a slur and child death.

taglist: @zablife @justrainandcoffee @thegreatdragonfruta

gif by @mrs-gray

A Change of Course

The house is dark and somber, not at all how theirs is.

The décor was impeccable, the contrast of the pale ceiling and its devotion to the memory of a woman who haunted the man who killed her giving it the same coldness of a mausoleum.

There is no life here, not after the only thread of light in its mistress’ life cut short by the curse that is her husband.

Shelby who couldn’t get his head out of his ass and just be there for their daughter’s last moments.

Elizabeth Shelby had already packed her things; she just needs a reason to take her stepson ---who’s own mother killed by the curse he has inherited--- and run.

And tonight, she will get it.

“Oh, no, Gina's running wild, y'see. Harrods, dоpе, amphetamines, lords and ladies, you know, the whole English aristocracy thing. Fսck wine --- whiskey. Shelby, you havin’ whiskey?” After that little adventure torturing the informant, Jack is as if he’d taken a hit of the opium they are dealing.

The man had been wild, alive like he hasn’t been since Atlantic City. There had been blood on his hands when he returned to the hotel and neither had cared about the state they left the dining room in their suite after.

 “I'll stay on wine.” Shelby does not drink, doesn’t eat nor do anything than sit there with his guilt and pain as if he wasn’t the architect of his own misery.

Eva’s let Jack do most of the talking and once they cleared the table of dessert and brought out more wine, she took the opportunity to observe and see what she can use for later when the two interlopers kick the box from under Shelby and watch him choke by the noose he made with their help.

“Fuck wine, more whiskey. I'm celebrating. Celebration, you know. Getting off this fucking island.” Jack has never been known for his sensitivity to others. Only cared for what was his and the rest can get fucked for all he cared.

He saw himself in Shelby, but Shelby fell short of his expectations. What man leaves his dying child in search of a fantasy he made in his head?

There had never been a curse, just lies he paid others to tell him so he could absolve himself over the curse that befall on Grace because he married her.

Ruby’s death was not magic, not a curse no matter how much it looked like it was. Just a disease caught from a playmate at the Christmas Pantomime her daddy was too busy to be at.

“You see, the thing with England, the currency here, it's not money. Nah. You got bored of money a long time ago. ‘Cos you know anyone can have money; you can fucking... you can fսcking find money in the mud. You can forge money. Mr. Shelby, you can steal money, am I right?” Jack goes on his tirade against the symbolism of wine and the upper class.

He cared about the working class, about reforms and yet his fortune is made by trampling over everyone else.

Jack’s money and power were earned in equal parts ambition and spite.

“The currency here, it's blood. And Mr. Shelby knows that better than all of them. Blood here is like wine, like the vintage wine in that bottle. It's the label, it's the terroir, it's the grape that makes the wine. Who fսcking cares about the glass around it?

And you, my friend, you're an American.”

At these words, Lizzie seems to perk up. She is a woman everyone underestimated because of who she used to be. As if the blue bloods didn’t have whores who did it for money like she had to.

“You fսcking smash the glass, you spill the blood, and you spend their currency to get what you want. Am I right?

When you come to America, I will show you things.” Jack knows the wife hasn’t been made aware of the deal. Unaware of what is waiting for him in Miquelon Island.

“You’re going to America?”

“To Canada, Lizzie, to collect payment for the shipment. I need to do it myself.” Shelby couldn’t trust anyone after Grace fucked him up in ’19. Not Grace, not Lizzie, not anyone.

He used to trust Lizzie, but now that he thinks he’s dying he knows he cannot trust her not to let him die and make this cold tomb home to another ghost.

“And who will be going with you?” the grieving mother asked, knowing why he goes.

He craves death, Shelby has always wanted to die. All his victories were hollow, the melancholia never left no matter how much he pretends it has.

Not Grace, not Lizzie, no one could cure it because people aren’t cures. No one told Shelby that and now a little girl is dead.

But he won’t find death. Just the knowledge that the King of the New World won’t let him die as punishment for his sins.

It’s easy to die, nothing worse than being forced to go on living and redeem yourself when everyone you love hates you.

“Michael will be there to watch his back.” Jack knows damn well what he’s doing. He hates Tommy for the part he played in Clive’s death years ago. Clive who had been his only real friend in Harvard where everyone hated him for being him.

“Another journey, Tommy?” Lizzie begs him to reconsider with her question.

Lizzie was more than capable of running the legal businesses with them and King Solomons’ heir had always been in their pocket.

But Shelby wouldn't be given his eternal rewards until the second great war ends in 1945.

“Five million, Mrs. Shelby. It’s worth a little cruise, don’t you think?” It was personal. Jack didn’t give a rat’s ass about Michael; this was his way of avenging Clive MacMillan.

“You know whiskey does talk, Mr. Nelson, and sometimes whiskey is…very eloquent, but five million, Mr. Nelson… Now, that is a legacy. And when I come back, I will know everything.” Shelby finally speaks, knowing Michael will be the one to come home in a box.

Shelby like Jack won’t die until old age comes for them. Jack knows that this was not about killing him. The soul is already dead, there was no need to kill the body.

“I see myself so clearly in you, Thomas Shelby. You are a man with a bright and glittering future.”

They needed him for the hell to come, unfortunately.

When the Butler came to bring the news, the dreaded visitors had arrived, Eva hid her relief at the real show finally starting.

“We were on our way to my constituency in Smethwick and I heard our American friend was in Birmingham and that he was coming here, so we came to say one last farewell.

“Champagne,” He orders as if Shelby was his servant as they are shown in. “We have much to celebrate.”

“It isn't that I wasn't sure Mr. Shelby would give you an excellent send-off, I just felt, since telegrams and wires and letters can so easily be intercepted, we might confirm all that we've achieved during your visit over champagne.” Mosley waltzes in like he owns the place and seats himself across from her and beside Mrs. Shelby.

His equally repugnant fiancé hides her distaste at having to sit beside Eva but doesn’t refrain from making this about her. “It is remarkable how quickly our relationships have developed. So many triangles in this room. Everyone except from Mr. and Mrs. Nelson are the point of a triangle.”

“How am I part of a triangle?” Lizzie’s question is heard and yet Mosely tries to divert the attention from this juicy reveal by talking of business with her husband.

Eva has made it a point to show how little she cares for Diana Mitford and her husband knowing they cannot afford to lose Jack’s backing. If they knew they were being played by both gangsters here, they wouldn’t be so bold as to have even shown up.

Jack’s buzzed enough to let her interruption slide, but those two fuckers will regret meeting her for the rest of their lives.

“She hounded your husband into fucking her after your daughter died, chased him until he gave up and gave her what she cannot get at home. The witch answered the woman who suffers more than Christ and made sure to give Lizzie Shelby the chance to humiliate the woman who fucked her husband. “If Sir Oswald cannot satisfy a woman, something you and my husband’s niece can confirm, then he does not have what it takes to take on the world. Wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Shelby?”

Oswald clears his throat, hides his humiliation as best as he can but his embarrassment is blood in the water and Eva might as well be the shark that ends him. She would love to, but his cause doesn’t need a martyr.

Elizabeth Shelby, agrees with her words and leaves now that she has no fucking reason to stay in the tomb with her ghost of a husband. She knows now why he betrayed like that, but its too little and too late. Eva will enjoy being friends with the woman, maybe introduce her to a man who will love her as she deserves.

She deserved better, someone like her cousin, Santiago, a man who can make her past disappear and not give a damn about who she was before him.

“My wife, y’see, believes the state of a man’s family says everything about him and I trust her judgment over anyone else’s, ‘cos my Evie the future. Not those frauds like the ones Houdini exposes, but the real. Fucking. Thing.” Jack takes the mask off and revels in making the English aristocrats squirm. “And if she says you and your people are full of shit ‘cos your wife has to go around begging Shelby here for a good time, then I know not to waste my time with the likes of you.

Do you remember what I told you when we first met, Shelby?” Jack turns to the host with a smile that Mosley won’t ever forget.

“The last thing you want is to get gipped.” Shelby nods and repeats the words that made him regret every second with Grace. If he had not been so foolish, Grace would be alive today.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I see myself in you, Mr. Shelby, and if you want to get as far as we both know we will get, you gotta cut these fuckers lose before they drag you down with them.” Jack ended this charade with a puff of his cigar and relished the destruction of the man who thinks people like them must die. “Oh, and by the way, my niece mentioned something about a cancer scheme. Some crazy bullshit about how you are worth more dead than alive. If I were you, I’d show them how two Catholic Boys like us got where we are.”

Mosely and his woman do not linger after, taking their leave like good little aristocrats and yet humiliated to hell and back. They don’t even know he’s about to lose his seat, nor how they will die a shit stain in the footnote of history.

“And here I thought you wanted me dead too.” Shelby’s life lies in tatters and yet they have the last laugh.

“There is no fun to killing the body when the soul is already dead.” The witch shrugged and called for a toast. “To the two weeks that have changes the course of history.”

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Tuesday Evening all :) We're off to next ep its more of a mixture of Tim/Lucy and Rachel. Not a ton of gifs or Chenford content. Be a shorter review than normal but it is a good ep none the less though. We'll have a ton of content/gifs in the next couple as you all know i'm sure. So off we go.

2x09 Breaking Point

The episode starts out with Lucy being stopped by a sweet old lady in the lobby. She lets Lucy know how she found this dog in the middle of the road. Lucy tells her that it's an animal control issue. Sweet lady say yes but he was covered in blood. Figured she should let them know about it. Lucy stops Tim lets him know they need to head to a vet. That this dog could’ve come from a crime scene.

They make it to the address on the chip and knock on the door. No answer. Lucy decides to look inside where she then sees a body. Now I shouldn’t get so much joy out of her slightly touching his arm…and yet I adore it. She does this to get his attention that they should enter the house.

Tim kicks the door in (fans self) They start to inspect the house and check the body. Unfortunately this person has already passed. They continue their search and sadly find a child hiding in the bathroom. Poor thing is rocking back and forth in the bathtub.

Lucy tries to get Malcom to talk to her. See if he’ll tell her who killed his mom. He is unresponsive and refusing to talk. Detective Armstrong shows up and lets them know it makes sense. He did a record search, That police and social services have been out to this house half a dozen times in the last year.

That the BF and the mom had domestic calls numerous times. That’s where they find out Rachel was the caseworker for this particular kid. Armstrong advises them to go to Rachel and get all the history they can on this kid and case.

Rachel meets them at the hospital gives them all she knows. That this kid had lots of visits, the BF wasn’t physically abusive, and that the mom was the eye of the storm. She tried to get this kid removed but couldn’t get a judge to sign off for her. Tim lets her know they’re going to need a statement from him. Rachel wants to be present for that. (Must note personal space doesn’t exist for them even in front of the woman he’s currently dating LOL that is all…)

Tim tries to comfort her. Rachel is clearly shaken by the whole thing. Especially since she was so close to this one. He is telling her she did everything she could. Rachel doesn’t feel the same. Here's what I liked about seeing how he is with Rachel. It gave us a little insight to how Tim is in a relationship. He wants to help her feel better because she is visibly shook from this. Which is really sweet. That instinct to protect and make things better for those he cares about. Unfortunately it misses the mark but he definitely recognized the distress and wanted to help her.

The statement begins for Malcom. It’s fascinating to watch everyone’s reaction during this scene. You can see everyone's body language from this shot above. It all unravels when Malcom finally starts speaking. Armstrong is clearly trying to get him to spill his guts, Rachel is protective but catching onto this going sideways quickly, Lucy is also on that train and looking worried about this, Tim looks in cop mode just like Armstrong trying to get the truth.

The more Malcom talks the more something seems off. He’s more angry about his mother and defensive of the BF Carson than anything else. They’re all putting it together quickly when Malcom says Carson left after their fight. That his mom was alive after Carson left….that no one else came over after that. You can see Rachel getting nervous and Lucy getting uncomfortable. Tim is also dreading where this is headed.

Rachel tells Armstrong to stop. Tim says 'Rachel...'. Tries to get her to not interfere in the process. Nick tells Rachel she doesn’t have the standing to make that request. You can see all over Lucy’s face how wrong she finds this. Rachel tells him to ask for a lawyer. Tim and Nick chide her for it. Lucy jumps in and says she’s right. Both men look at her in shock.

Lucy continues that he should have a lawyer for this. You can see Tim and Armstrong aren’t pleased with this suggestion. Nick looks outright livid about it. Then asks if Malcom wants one. He looks at Rachel and says yes. Lucy looks like she is in trouble but not regretting it one bit. She shouldn’t it was the right thing to do.

Tim tells Rachel he’s not mad at her personally. I really don’t think he is. There is a part of him that can relate. A verbally abusive parent pushing you to the edge. Luckily Tim had his sister someone to go through it with him. I’m sure having Genny is probably is part of what saved him from a similar fate with his dad. He had someone to protect. But that’s a future convo to be had in greater detail later on. Wesley shows up and gets involved at this point for Malcom. Making Rachel sit it out. He represents him now not her.

Tim and Lucy watch from observation moving forward. Lucy asks him if he’s mad at her for suggesting the lawyer. I think it's fairly obvious he is from his body language alone. Now I think she’s more upset with the idea he’s mad at her. Not that she feels she did the wrong thing. It distresses her but not enough to change her stance on what she did.

This is definitely growth for her. She’s becoming more confident in herself and the decisions she makes. (Even if she does hate him being upset with her) Just because it’s not way Tim would’ve liked it to go doesn’t necessarily mean it was wrong. I get why Tim didn’t want her to from a logical standpoint. It does give him time to change his story, strategize and possibly get away with murder. Tim is thinking from the victims POV where Lucy is thinking from Malcom’s.

They’re diametrically opposed on this one. He’s madder at Lucy than Rachel about the whole thing. Because at the end of the day right now she’s still his Rookie he her T.O. (Also why it NEVER would’ve worked for them during this period.) Lucy was always going to be her own person and cop. Even if it differs from Tim. It's one of the reasons he falls for her honestly.

Even though they’ve been working together awhile now, he still gets shell shocked when she disagrees with him. Especially when he feels it’s something he wouldn’t ever do. We know how true blue he is to the rules. Especially to what he feels is essential to being a cop. So when Lucy rocks that boat it’s going to upset him. Her testing those waters and disturbing his POV of what it is to be a cop. Her pushing those boundaries with him. Testing his teaching of her and what he think's is essential.

Her challenging him is what causes the back and forth. That tension and release we get. The thing with Chenford is we surge forward with some growth and we also get pushed back a little. That old saying two steps forward one step back. Every time we get a little breakthrough, like the last ep the next we get little push back. Honestly don’t think he expected Lucy to tell the kid to lawyer up. It shocked him. The last episode Tim was slowly allowing Lucy in. Then our step backwards is in this ep his intense reaction to Lucy not following his code on this.

This is the dance they do. Tim softens a bit then pushes away (his reaction to the lawyer situation) before she softens him again. Why the wall takes 4 years to truly crumble for her. It’s realistic and what makes their end game ultimately so satisfying IMO. So this is one of those steps back, in terms of how he’s reacting more severely to Lucy than Rachel.

It’s not a bad thing just a part of that push and pull that is our ship. Tim takes awhile to truly let Lucy in. With his background it's not surprising his reactions are so strong. Especially after letting her in a little more last ep he tends to scold himself for it and backtracks. Oh my poor broken Tim you'll get there.

Sadly Armstrong breaks the kid pretty easily. He breaks and says he killed her after she laughed at him for crying. The verbal abuse finally made him snap. So damn sad....Tim’s scenes end with Rachel. Trying to keep her from beating herself up. This moment further evidence of his growth. He does relate to this kid. He too grew up in a verbally abusive home. His feelings were disregarded and he was put down. Tim lets her know nothing more she could’ve been done.

That tragedies happen no matter how hard we try to stop them. Then comes a very Lucy inspired reply. You can’t tell me this woman hasn’t influenced him. Tim goes on to say ‘Doesn’t mean you give up. But you have to accept the fact, that some things really are out of our control. All we can do is cherish the small victories.’ Tim friggin Bradford said this. Lucy has no idea the impact she’s had on him. Truly. Such a good scene of emotional growth for him. Lovely to see. Tis all she wrote for this one.

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Side notes-non Chenford

Another good ep for Harper. More development for her and her daughter. First sleep over and such. It’s so fun to watch her SL. Truly enjoy it.

Thank you as always to those who like/comment/reblog these reviews. I truly appreciate every single one of them. You have no idea. I shall see you all in the start of our 2 parter for the DOD eps. Those will be exciting to review and write about. They are an iconic set of eps for them and the series really IMO. I will do my best to do them justice <3

[sweetmariihs2]

Jason Carver was misunderstood?

Is he a bad person? or he had good intentions behind his behavior?

All the underlined parts have links to other blogs and gifs that are related to the things I'm saying.

I've heard people saying that Jason Carver was a good person and he was only misunderstood because of the sequence of events in the show.

I kinda see where they came up with that, because of Chrissy's death and everything. But I have good reasons to doubt it. The series show us that he's a very popular character, good at public speaking and giving a speech, and everyone seems to like him except for Eddie and the rest of Hellfire. I wasn't for no reason, though. I have a post that partly explains why Eddie doesn't like Jason or the basketball team, and yes, there's a very plausible reason.

I'm not a Jason hater. I don't think he's a straight bad person, but I don't think he's a good person either. From what I saw in the show, Jason is a upper-middle-class guy, have popularity inside school, have a popular girlfriend and popular friends, gives interviews in the school newspapers,

And overall is not judged by anything in his life. Everybody likes him because he's cool, he's nice to everyone, and that situation with Eddie is just because Eddie is a troublemaker, right? No, not really. Is implied in the show that they hate eachother from more than just that interaction. Briefly, because I want to change the subject soon and I've already talked a little about it, Jason would already hate Eddie because of his looks and rumors about him around school. Eddie hates that people judge him like this before even trying to talk to him first, and Jason is one of those people. But, as I said in the other post, Eddie thinks "If you can not beat them, join them". If people hate him because of their judgement, then he's going to do exact what they expect of him. He has more reasons to do that, for exemple to protect himself of agressions because people would think he's dangerous, but this post is not about Eddie so let's go back to the subject.

Jason has literally an almost-perfect life (Which is another reason of why he hates Eddie. The privileged never try to understand the marginalized. When you have a perfect life, you don't care about the minority or the outcasts and everything, because you are not suffering with it). Everybody likes him and he's a very standard guy, so he has no complains at all. He likes to be liked. He likes to be popular. He likes to have a nice, pretty girlfriend but not because he loves her — He doesn't hate her either, Jason isn't a douchebag, but I'm pretty sure that he likes the statuses more than he likes her. He must like her as a person but he is not romantically in love, same thing with Chrissy. (Pretty similar to Apple White and Daring from that cartoon we watched as kids some years ago lol) — Chrissy and Jason aren't intimate enough to talk about their problems with each other. Jason actually doesn't even have big problems in his perfect life, but Chrissy does. And when it's something so obvious that even the town freak can figure it out in seconds, I wonder how much Chrissy acts when she's around Jason. Her mother probably supports her relationship with him because of the good view people will have of Chrissy, and you know how her mother is; psychological pressure, eating disorders, keeping up appearances.

This gifset explains for itself, but even being so obvious people still don't understand and has that confusion/misinterpretation of the characters.

That's a truth that Chrissy+Jason pro ppl don't understand— Chrissy acts when she's around him. For example in that scene during the basketball team/cheer practice, when he turns the public attention to his romance with Chrissy (to Chrissy herself actually) ((showing even more about how he appreciates their status as the school's power couple)) again, not that he hates Chrissy, because he doesn't. He just don't LOVE her as a boyfriend should love. It's just the status.

Grace Van Dien said that Chrissy was an introvert— do you guys think that introverts like that public attention? Like those looks from the other students? She's literally trained by her mother to act! That performative smile of hers in the cheer practice don't look even a little bit with her true smile or her laughter. She's never herself in front of everyone, not even in front of Jason, but Eddie could have a small peak of it (and the exact same thing happened to Eddie, but with the roles reversed).

And also, Jason was already a sick person before Chrissy's death. What happened was just a trigger for him to get violent — he's had these urges before and even if Chrissy didn't died he could had freak out over anything else bad that happened in his life. His violent impulses towards Eddie and Hellfire weren't because of Chrissy (yes, her death has something to do with it, but it's not the only reason, at least not the most important one) he manages to convince everyone to go on a witch hunt with Eddie using his speech skills. He took advantage of the satanic panic, which he already believed (alienated by the media and blinded by his privileged life) and even truly believing that Eddie would have killed Chrissy, he was taking out on Eddie all the anger he had for him. He wanted to hunt and hit, hurt, but now had an perfect excuse for it.

@munsons-maiden has a perfect post who explains very well what was going on with Jason's behavior and his relationship with Chrissy I am basing on it because it is very important for the discussion, I highly recommend that you read it. And this another one about what I said about Chrissy's role inside this blog.

This other one is also very good to explain about Eddie and Chrissy's relation: Because for some reason the ppl who like Jason loves to villanize Eddie for everything he does, so this one is amazing to analyse his real intentions with her (and to prove again how bad of a boyfriend Jason is)

You can see that happening in the second episode. When Jason discovered about Chrissy's death of course he got really bad, but seconds later he is being cynical, calculating and planning ways to attack Eddie, saying that he was a psychopath who had taken the game too seriously, mistaking fantasy for reality (this scene happens at S4 EP2, 42:35 min). They plan to literally hunt down and beat up Eddie. Andy even laughs, makes fun of him by saying that Eddie would be so scared he would "shit his pants and cry for mommy. This guy's no fighter" (the fact that Eddie doesn't even have a mother, and she's probably deceased... hurts really bad) and they KNOW that Eddie is not a fighter. He DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT, they KNOW that and they want to BEAT HIM UP. That's so fcking problematic. Is gross, even.

What makes me think... they are saying that he's not violent? but they believe that he killed chrissy, I would be at least scared of fighting with him. Or they know something that we don't....? (Maybe they know that he wasn't responsible....? Wtf? What is happening here?

What happens next is most shocking and important part of all. Refutes everything Jason's defenders say to defend him.

The other basketball player with him laughs and Jason says

"I hope he tries something. Gives me a reason"

what in the actual fuxk was that quote

This scene happens in the episode 3, at the minute 11:15. I really, really want you to open your Netflix right now and rewatch the scene. The other character even replies "hell yeah".

This man is violent. They KNOW that Eddie don't know how to fight, they wanna beat him up not because of Chrissy, but because they don't like him. They were LAUGHING while saying those things. None of them were sad. And as I said, now he has an excuse to do with Eddie everything he ever wanted to do: he said it VERY CLEARLY. "I hope he tries something. gives me a reason".

This guy is sick. He wants to see him suffering and crying of pain. He wants to see Eddie reacting, running or fighting back to PROTECT HIMSELF, so that Jason can have fun while beating him up right after. So when someone asks "don't you think that went a little too far? He is very hurt" they can say "he reacted, he tried to attack us, we were just defending ourselves", or just to see the prey running so the hunter has a little more fun.

When Lucas asks something like "Are you guys going to hit him?", Andy says something like "no, we're just going to have a friendly chat" while laughing with the other basketball player. Jason lets out a cynical smile, saying "if you don't want to come, you don't have to, just know that it's okay and it's still going to be one of us", with a menacing tone in his voice. Where is the instability for being sad about chrissy's death? Where's the grief? Anyone who lost their romantic partner would cry for days and days, not bothering to talk in threatening tones to put pressure on people or plan a rebellion against Eddie. The police were already doing that; since he was "very sad" with the situation, he should go home and rest, shouldn't he?

They used the excuse that the police isn't competent and so they should do it with their own hands, but it was just another excuse to cover up their desire to beat up Eddie. And what scares me so much is the other character, right after that quote from Jason, responding with "hell yeah". They agreed with him and saw nothing wrong with what he said, unlike Lucas, who found it absurd.

And yes, I'm going to mention that scene with Gareth.

He was already being violent to other members of Hellfire, and again, that conversation makes it clear that they are enemies from more time than just that one interaction with Eddie. According to what some pro-Jasons said, if Jason was angry with Eddie only because he provoked him that time in the cafeteria and Jason was not to blame for anything, why would he have done this to the Corroded Coffin? This argument with the members of H4llfire, cursing their music and being arrogant with them, this feels like an old fight. Gareth, Jeff and Freak 1 seem to be used to these comments from Jason — something we didn't see him doing in the cafeteria scene, i.e. they obviously hate each other for a longer period of time.

And he almost broke Gareth's fingers for NO REASON, because he's not even SAD BECAUSE OF CHRISSY'S DEATH. Jason hardly ever mentions Chrissy dying, but he keeps talking about Eddie, getting revenge on Eddie, beating up Eddie, and all that craziness.

I don't even know if he really did broke his fingers or not. That was just so cruel, because it was only for him not to play the drums, out of cruelty. And his friends held the other boys so that they couldn't help, proving that they are all on the same level of cruelty. Jason even almost destroyed his drums.

If he (almost?) broke Gareth's hand just because of that, imagine what he would do to Eddie with all of that equipment. I don't remember exactly, but I know they had big things like baseball bats, crowbars, screwdrivers, things like that.

I don't even have to mention when they bought literal guns in vol 2. Even a fucking KNIFE. Like, that kind of professional knife, not made for cutting food like the ones we usually see in the kitchen. And again, with that cruel smirk on their faces. I feel so bad thinking about what they could do to Eddie. He could be shot, beaten, or stabbed to death by a GROUP of people. Not just only one guy. Eddie probably didn't even know that they could hurt him that bad; he just knew that he WOULD be beaten up, but not like this. And that's so sad because he's innocent.

Jason was CRAZY to get Eddie. In an absurd level.

That's the post, thank you for reading.

Jason is a sick person, forget what I said at the start of the post.

I'm afraid of those people

[justarandomhelluvablog]

anyway here's screenshots from my favorite scene of the thing- I have watched this again and again because their emotions and the animation here.... it's so good-

Oh the faces of horrible misunderstandings....

He used to be so sweet..... baby boy... look at him, smiling. Who wouldn't love him-

keep this shot right here in mind

This could be the first sign of the Blitz Fizz used to know. He's surprised and confused by Blitz' outbreak, and he probably only thinks Blitz might be telling the truth because Blitz is crying.... like, legitimately crying. The expressions and voices here are so- hhh so good. Like a little moment of realization.

Not shown here bc Idk how to make gifs but the little motion of Fizz unclenching his fists....

And his immediate reaction to seeing the guy with the gun- no hesitation, no panic, he just immediately grabbed Blitz and pulled him to safety. Maybe it's because no matter what he says he still cares, no matter how much anger and resentment he feels he still doesn't want Blitz to die... or maybe it's just because finally, after fifteen years, he's finally getting the answers he's been wanting. He's finally so close to finding out why...

this shot came into my house and punched me in the feels look at them, Blitz' desperation and Fizz' confusion and surprise...

Fizz thought Blitz set the fire on purpose, out of jealousy.... but it was an accident. Blitz was going to confess. You cannot convince me that letter is not a confession, it has a heart and there's a flower- Blitz didn't want the spotlight, he just wanted to be with Fizz.

But Blitz' own self doubts got him, and he didn't.

with how harshly he threw the letter to the ground, he was either already fighting his self worth/self hatred issues, or he realized (maybe bc his father gave Fizz a "wish you were my son" card) that Fizz would never see him as anything more than a friend/brother. Either way I think it's very clear that Blitz had a crush on Fizz.

Remember when I said remember that one screenshot? Yeah this is why- keep in mind at this point in time Blitz was nothing more than a circus kid (tho I think by this time he was in the 18-20 range? Still young but an adult) and has never dealt with anything like this before. Like he said, so much was happening and he was trying to get help- because he didn't think he could help, himself.

Now, onto the scene-

Blitz trying to tell them that Fizz was in there, that he needs help, please- and then....

On the direct opposite side, Tilla's tent (hospital tent? either way, Blitz knows his mother is in there). He runs towards this tent- and to Fizz, all he sees amidst the chaos is Blitz running away.

ALSO. "You have no idea what I lost in that fire." Fizz never even knew Tilla was dead. We realize that's what that line implies, right? Fizz didn't know that Tilla died in the fire.

Fizz trying to hold onto his anger but he can't. Because that fire took so much from everyone there that day.

And-

this very subtle shift in Fizz' expression when Blitz says "I'd hate me too." Blitz doesn't even have to add the "I do hate me, too" for Fizz to clearly understand what's being said here. Again if I could make gifs I would absolutely gif-loop this expression change, screenshots don't do it justice.

And after this, Fizz finally starts asking questions. Why didn't you tell me any of this before? Why didn't you visit me even once? Even just once would have been enough. The revelation that Fizz would have forgiven Blitz a long time ago if he had just told him and apologized and had just... been there for him.

Fizz has been wondering for years, and now that Blitz has opened the door to the conversation, Fizz is nearly begging for the answers.

And then, of course....

"You were all I had left, Fizz. But they told me you didn't want to see me."

"I never told them that!" | "Bullshit. You didn't?" | "No! And no one told me you came!"

And the immediate understanding that they were both lied to. That someone kept them apart. That someone turned them against each other.

Blitz went to see Fizz- to explain, to check on him, to apologize, because that was his best friend and Blitz loved him, and of course he would come, but he was turned away, told Fizz never wants to see him again.

And Fizz, waiting for Blitz to come but having him never show up... never getting his questions answered, having to fill in the blanks- and maybe he's been lied to again and again, kept in the dark, and they never told him that Blitz came.

I wonder who did that... Mammon would be my guess.

But it's interesting to note that immediately after this revelation, Fizz starts fighting. He's not just standing there while Blitz fights- after they finally realize the misunderstanding, not only does Fizz start fighting, too-

They actually start fighting together, playing into both of their strengths- Fizz' speed and flexibility, and Blitz' impressive accuracy with a gun. Fizz might not be good at fighting, but he can sure lift this imp around like a ragdoll, and he's figured out by now that when Blitz aims his gun, he doesn't miss. All Fizz has to do is aim Blitz and Blitz does the rest.

This right here is the face of a guy who knows- yeah, might not be perfect, and there are so many years to make up for, and Blitz still has a lot of making it up to him to do, but he has his friend back. Finally, after so many years- he's back.

Also just- how genuine Blitz' happiness at Fizz' happy relationship is... I love them so much. And how much Blitz loves love? Just knowing Fizz is happy and with someone who truly cares and understands.... and Fizz realizing that Blitz is honestly, genuinely happy for him??

"You're still on the horse thing?!"

Man, some things just don't change in fifteen years.

[littlegaybean1]

Not to go too analytical here, but that's exactly what I'm going to do.

See, that last gif of Buck and international treasure Christopher Diaz is of a scenario where typically the roles 'should' be reversed. That's the scene where Buck is telling Chris that his father got shot. But instead of Buck comforting Chris, as would be considered the more normal thing to happen here, it's the other way around. Buck later says that he should have held it together, but looking through the other GIFs and just thinking about the general context, is it really surprising that Buck broke down?

Think about it. Buck is, as dubbed by Bobby 'the guy who likes to fix things'. He always makes sure everyone else is okay before addressing his own issues, and sometimes he never does. Eddie got shot right in front of Buck. They were only about a metre or two apart, it could so easily have been him instead. Buck, being Buck, believes that it 'would have been better... If I'd been the one who got shot'. He's very clearly showing signs of survivor's guilt. And then, after that, he has to tell his best friend's son that he's not coming home tonight, maybe not ever. He has to say that to a child who has already lost his mother.

And here's the crucial part, the part that is summed up in the original post nicely: nobody checked to make sure Buck was okay.

They were so worried about Eddie that you never actually see Buck get any sort of comfort from anyone. He was barely holding himself together as it was, and his coping mechanism is to push it down and act like he's okay. He kept it all in, which of course can only ever lead to it bursting out. So when, on top of all the pain and stress and fear he's experiencing, he has to go and tell Christopher - a child he already feels like he's failed due to the tsunami - that he might be about to lose his father. And Buck loves them both, Eddie and Christopher, so much and so from his perspective he might be about to lose them both.

And it all comes out.

Then there's Chris, who has already lost so much for someone so young, who understands much more about the situation than anyone his age should. But in that moment, his first priority is to comfort Buck, his father's best friend who is practically family at that point. Nobody else had thought to comfort Buck, not any of the firefighters who have all suffered losses and know how to cope, none of the adults who knew far more of what Buck had been through, just a ten(?) year old boy.

Somebody please give Buck a hug. Literally anyone. I do not care who. Just someone comfort that poor guy.

Thinking about comfort hugs.

Comforting Bobby.

Comforting Maddie.

Comfort Eddie.

Comforting Chim.

Comforting Hen.

And then there's Buck.

Here's a hug, but he's comforting Maddie.

No one even touched him until he collapsed, and then they're just holding him up. He can barely grip Hen's arm.

Bobby drags him back and lets go just as Buck breaks down.

And then there's this MVP.

[hotch-stufff]

I Can’t Breathe

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

WC: 3.1k

Warnings!: Angst, crying, some fluff, creepy officers, mentions of drugging, TW!: drowning, sad Aaron Hotchner :(, mentions of death, mentions of kidnapping, fluff, some kissing, and obviously a happy ending

Description: A small town case stumps the BAU more than usual. What happens when you are the next victim? Will the team save you in time or will Hotch lose another woman he loves?

A/n: first fic in a while, hope you all enjoy. :) Also not my gif.

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Coldness seeps through your bones.

Darkness creeps in on the edges of your vision.

You're gulping for air but all you're getting is the freezing water. You want to breathe, to swim, to move, but you’re frozen.

Someone jumps in above you, a hand reaches for your own, you almost see his face….

… and then darkness consumes you.

And then there is nothing.

* * *

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing at the crime scene that we can use.” You shake your head in disappointment as you look at the board Reid is working on.

Twenty four hours earlier…

“Drownings are always the worst, the evidence is more often than not washed away.” Morgan mutters before turning to Prentiss to discuss the ME’s report.

You guys had arrived two days ago, after the chief of police had called begging for help. You had traveled quickly to a small town in Arizona, who’s name you couldn’t seem to remember.

Small town cases were always hard. Everyone knew everyone. Not only were there rarely suspects, but it was always so much harder watching so many people grieve at once. And this case, it was brutal.

Young women being drowned in the town’s lake. The team was called after three murders, the fourth being found this morning.

Most of it wasn’t even making sense. No motive, no evidence, not even a reliable timeline.

You continued staring at the board praying some evidence would magically appear. Alas, that didn’t seem to work.

“Staring at it won’t help.” Hotch sneaks up behind you, and you turn smiling softly at the man.

“I know.” You nod. “I just, this one is really hitting me, I’m not sure why.” Hotch nods in understanding and takes your hand squeezing lightly for a second before letting go. You and Hotch had been friends for a long time. Since college, to be exact. He knew you better than anyone in the world and he knew when you needed a moment for yourself.

“Go grab some coffee, meet us back in the room after a few.” You nodded and let out a soft thank you before walking to the break room.

You walked over to the pot, only to find it empty. You quickly began filling it up and were so focused you didn’t notice the officer walking into the room.

“Need help?” He asked, startling you so much you almost dropped the pot.

“Oh! No, I'm fine, thanks.” You say as you calm your breathing. He walks closer, uncomfortablely so, you back away and turn then, feigning looking for the sugar.

“Sorry.” He chuckles. But it sounds anything but friendly. “Didn’t mean to startle ya darlin.” You smile weakly before turning back to pot. When you look at him, he already has your cup of coffee in hand and you take it.

“It’s fine.” You mutter. As soon as you utter the words, you rush back to the conference room. The officer was rather creepy and he had been since you arrived. You didn’t want to spend any more time with him than you needed to.

You shook away your thoughts however, and got back to the case. Everyone makes their way into the room and you all take seats around the table.

“Alright, I talked to the latest victim, Samantha Jones’, mother. Apparently, Samantha was the only victim that didn’t attend the public high school. Most of the girls had a lot in common. Straight A’s, varsity soccer, scholarship to college. But Samantha, she was homeschooled, she didn’t play any sports, and had no scholarships.”

“It’s like the unsunb was going for the opposite of his type.” Prentiss says and you nod in agreement.

“He could be devolving.” Hotch suggests and murmurs of agreement fill the room.

“I’m not sure. I think this was on purpose.” You speak up and Reid turns to you curiously.

“You mean to throw us off?” He asks, catching what you're saying.

“Yeah, I mean, small town. There is no way he doesn’t know we are here.”

“He would need to be somewhat close to the case for that to happen. Maybe even, precinct close.” Rossi says and Hotch is quick to get up and shut the door. He gestures for everyone to lower their voices.

“If we are really insinuating this, we need to think it through. No accusing without evidence. And I don’t want a single officer to catch wind of what we are doing. But I do think it is a very real possibility that our unsub may be working from the precinct.” Hotch speaks and everyone nods in understanding. “I want everyone to head back to the hotel for the night, we’ll talk more in the morning.” Everyone begins getting up, but as you stand you stumble slightly, your head going slightly dizzy at the action. Reid is by your side and is quick to place a steadying arm on your shoulder.

“You okay Y/l/n?” He asks and you nod shaking away the dizzy spell.

“I’m fine.” You say and smile to reassure him. You can feel Hotch’s eyes on you as you walk out of the room. He follows closely behind and soon you are all climbing into the SUVs.

You arrive at the hotel rather quickly and Hotch is sits on escorting you to your room. You two are the last two in the hallway.

“Are you sure you are alright Y/n/n?” He asks and you smile at his worrying.

“Of course Aaron, I’m just fine. Promise.” He nods but doesn’t say anything else. He allows you to open your door, and before you walk in he presses a kiss to your temple. It’s an action of comfort and you’re grateful for the small bit of warmth it brings you.

“Goodnight Aaron.” You whisper, your voice barely heard.

“Goodnight Y/n/n.” He walks back to his room and you sigh contently. You walk further into your room to your bag, but you notice it’s open and clothes are strewn across the room. Suddenly your head pounds harder and your dizziness has returned. You stumble and hit your leg hard on the bed frame before trying to stand again, your vision blurring.

“Awe, poor agent Y/l/n.” A voice calls out, before a prick in your neck and then darkness.

* * *

The next morning, Hotch gets up early, grabbing your coffee just the way you like before walking to your door. He can’t seem to stop thinking about you. Your smile, the way you care for people. He might have realized his feelings sooner, had it not been for his stubborn nature. He wanted to tell you, desperately.

But after years of friendship, he didn’t want to risk losing you.

However, all of this leaves his mind when he sees your door cracked open, and your clothes strewn across the floor.

He sets the coffee down and runs out gathering the rest of the team and calling the station to set up a crimes scene.

Everyone begins showering the area, searching for any evidence. All they find is a used needle.

You were gone.

Morgan and Reid check each and every spot in the room for evidence. JJ and Prentiss check with the people staying next door, seeing if they heard or saw anything. Rossi is talking to the officers.

Hotch can’t breathe.

He pulls at his tie, he loose a his suit jacket, but it doesn’t help.

He can’t breathe.

Because you’re missing.

What a horrible time to realize you love someone.

* * *

You wake up, your kind foggy and your vision still blurry. You try to shake away the haziness, and it helps a bit, but not much.

The room is dark, your arms and legs are tied. You can feel water dripping from the ceiling, and the slight rocking.

It doesn’t take you long to realize you are on a boat.

Not too long after your realization, does the door slam open. And out walks Officer Creepy.

Or that’s what you had nicknamed him when talking about him to Garcia over the phone a day ago.

“Agent Y/l/n, so nice of you to join the conscious world.” He smirks and you stomach turns. You’re not sure if you’re sea sick or if it’s the situation.

“What do you want with me?” You croak, your voice is tight as your throat strains. You’re so thirsty.

You think to how you got here. What had happened?

“Awe. You don’t know?” He asks, the sinister smile returning. “I thought your profilers, ya’know profiled this stuff.” He laughs at you suppose is supposed to be a joke. “Didn’t you say, I’m obsessed with it. Killing girls. Watching them drown. I get off on it. I think those were your unit chief’s words.” You shake your head, begging yourself to remember how you had gotten here.

“Why am I here?” You grit out and he just chuckles before walking away.

You think and think and think.

It clicks after a few moments. You rmember the hotel, the prick of the needle, Hotch, the dizzy spell at the precinct, and then the coff-

You cut your own thought off with the realization.

“You drugged my coffee!” You exclaim before he leaves the room. He spins on his heel.

“What a smart girl you are. Too bad it will all go to waste.” His putrid laughter fills the air before he walks back out.

You grunt in frustration. You should have trusted your instincts. You shouldn’t have drunken the coffee.

How disappointed everyone would be in you right now. Especially, especially Hotch.

“Oh god.” You groan. “Hotch.” You feel a tear slide down your cheek.

You couldn’t breathe.

You didn’t know if you would see him again.

What a horrible time to realize you love someone.

* * *

Hotch paces back and forth as he talks to the chief of police. It had been fifteen hours since your abduction, and the odds were growing thinner and thinner by the minute. The sky’s had grown dark, and he knew the chances of finding you alive.

“I understand that you trust everyone in this office, but the public knows nothing about this case, or even where our agents are staying, except for the people in this precinct. I need to know right now who here owns a boat.” Hotch argues strongly. He stands tall above the man, and intimidating look to most, but it doesn’t seem to break the man.

“I am not throwing any of my officers into your interrogation Agent Hotchner!” The man exclaims.

“A federal agent is missing! If you do not cooperate, I will have no choice but to arrest you for impeding a federal investigation.” Hotch barks back and the chief finally cracks. He looks down, shaking his head in defeat before finally speaking up.

“Officer Nick Donavin.” Is all he says before Morgan is calling Garcia.

“Nick Donavin, tell me you got something babygirl.” Morgan spews. The sound of typing fills the silence and JJ begins pacing.

“His father owned a boat and it was given to him shortly after he passed away. It’s at the western dock.” Garcia yells through the phone and Hotch begins barking out orders. “Be safe my loves, and bring her home.” The team rush out of the precinct all piling into the SUVs.

They would find you.

Hotch swore to himself that he wouldn’t do this again, he wouldn’t let it happen again.

Not to you.

Not to the woman he loves.

* * *

“How did they know!?” Nick comes barging back through the room for the uptienth time that day. You shake yourself fully awake as he clambers over to you, slicing open your feet bindings before forcing you to stand. “Let’s go!” He shoves you forward and you stumble before Nick leads you up a flight of stairs.

He forces you towards the edge of the boat, and he places a gun at your temple.

“Please. Please don’t.” You beg, all pride gone from your body. “Please.”

He laughs in your face, but it’s strained.

“Please.” You say over and over until he is striking your face with the side of his gun.

Bliss trickles down your face, and you whimper in pain.

Your tired, and you want this to end. You want to be in Aaron’s arms, home snuggled together.

You imagine how warm it would be to be in his embrace. You wish you would see him one last time

You are so out of it, you don’t realize when voices surround you, you hear shouts before you feel yourself being pushed overboard.

You try to prepare yourself for the icy water, but a gasp escapes you when your back hits the surface. Your breath escapes you and your left gasping water into your lungs.

It takes you a minute too long to realize your hands are still tied. You are sinking. You can’t breathe.

You still have so much to do, so much to say.

And Aaron, god Aaron.

He’s all you think about as you sink further into the depths of the icy cold water.

Coldness seeps through your bones.

Darkness creeps in on the edges of your vision.

You're gulping for air but all you're getting is the freezing water. You want to breathe, to swim, to move, but you’re frozen.

Someone jumps in above you, a hand reaches for your own, you almost see his face….

… and then darkness consumes you.

And then there is nothing.

* * *

It’s like a nightmare.

Finding the boat, seeing him holding a gun to your head. You are so out of it you don’t even realize your team is there, Hotch is there.

He’s shouting, he knows he is, especially when you are pushed overboard.

He doesn’t think, he leaves the unsub for his team and he runs into the boat.

He takes a breath and jumps over the side. He swims and grapples with the water before he finally spots you. He reaches and begs for you to keep your eyes open.

They close and he grows frantic.

He grabs your hand but you are unresponsive.

He pulls you to the surface, and drags you to shore.

“Hotch!” Rossi yells, but Hotch barely hears it, your lips are blue. You aren’t breathing.

He is freezing, but he doesn’t notice. He places his mouth over yours, two breaths, thirty chest compressions.

He repeats it over and over and over as the team gather around. Reid drops beside him to help with compressions.

But he knows, after five minutes there’s nothing.

Reid backs away from your limp body. Morgan helps Spencer up, as he silently sobs for his friend. Rossi brings JJ into a hug as she herself begins crying. Emily stares angrily at the ground. Hotch doesn’t stop.

He keeps going and going and going.

“Wake up.” He pants. “Y/n, I swear to god, wake up!” He’s yelling but he doesn’t care. Morgan moves to Hotch and grabs his shoulder.

“Hotch…” he whispers but Aaron shakes him off.

“No!” He cries. “She’s in there! I know she is!” He continues compressions until his arms are burning, he breathes for you.

“Please, Aaron, stop.” Rossi whispers into the silence.

“She’s gone man. She’s gone.” Morgan says softly and Hotch’s body sags.

“No. She can’t-“ Aaron’s voice breaks. Crying fills the air as he leans over you and scoops your body into his arms. He holds your cold, limp body tight to his chest.

“Please.” He begs one more time. He can’t do this again. He won’t survive it. He prays to a God he doesn’t believe in, and he is begging.

And then you're coughing. And coughing. And coughing even more. Hotch backs away and everyone looks up confused.

You turn your head to throw up what feels like the entire lake. Your lungs burn, your heart is beating out of your chest. You can breathe.

You turn your head as your eyes focus on your surroundings.

You see Rossi holding JJ and Emily crying, Reid’s shocked expression, and Morgan’s defeated one.

And then you see the heartbroken expression on Aaron’s face, and you can’t hold back, tears slip down your cheeks as the realization hits you.

“We thought- we, we thought-“ he can’t say it. You don’t let him either before you muster all of your strength and throw yourself into his arms.

And it’s warm.

You can finally breathe.

* * *

A few hours later you are sitting in a hospital bed, a heated blanket surrounding your cold body. Hotch hasn’t left your side, despite him telling everyone to get some rest. After an hour or two of consoling each other, you had insisted they all head back to the hotel. But Hotch had refused to leave.

You slide over, a silent plea for him to climb in the bed beside you. He does so without question and warmth surrounds you.

“I, I don’t know what I would have done if we had lost you today.” He whispers and you listen silently. “I don’t think I can ever live without you sweetheart.” You smile at the endearment and look up into his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not for a long time.” You say and he nods, burrowing further into your embrace.

“I love you.” You both spoke at the same time. You both laugh, and he looks down at you. He brings his hand up, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He only hesitates for a moment before you are leaning in and pressing your chapped lips to his soft ones. He inhaled deeply and kisses you as though you would disappear.

He channels all the love that has grown over the years into the kiss and you pull him closer until you aren’t sure where he starts and you end.

He pulls away when you both realize you need to breathe.

“I will never stop loving you.” You say and place your head on his chest and he wraps his arms around your chest.

“And I will never stop loving you.” He murmurs before your eyes close.

And warmth surrounds you.

And you know you will never be cold again with Aaron by your side.

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Thanks for reading <3

[amandav09]

The beauty of the sky

I really have several fanfic of him in preparation so get ready

Sorry for spelling mistakes but English is not my language of birth

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Summary: the sky is beautiful, and it’s time for your son to see it closer 

Warning: mention of stress

Word count : 3 k

gif not mine

"Raise it up!" Advised Aemond to the boy as the two gigantic forms flew over the forests. He hesitated before pulling on the reins of his dragon, giving him the order to climb higher and higher in the heavens to the point where no green tree was in his vision. His gaze marvelled as he cracked the clouds, revealing a superb view of a blue and pink sky.

At no time did he pay attention to the dragon five times larger than his own flying towards him.

“It’s so beautiful,” he murmured, letting the sound of his voice be carried by the fresh wind that made his hair dance half-length and white like ice.

The crystalline laughter coming slightly down on his right made him detach his eyes from the fairy panorama to fall on the smile of his mother who looked at him with love

"Are we going back to Eragon?" Asked his mother to tease him, already knowing the answer to the visible emotions on his face. She quickly received a «Encore un peu plus please»

She was distracted by the arms that surrounded her body, tightened at the same time as Aemond laid his head on his wife’s shoulder while leaving a quick kiss on the soft flesh of her neck.

His arms were hard, showing stress not quite evacuate.

She put her hand in her hair «It’s okay, he there, he has a dragon» She whispered, not wanting to involve their son in the discussion. A long sigh was the only answer, but it was enough to know that he understood it well.

The previous few days were filled with anxiety on his part, he had experienced the loss of not having a dragon, and even though he was riding on the back of the greatest dragon, he still had that lingering pain, the pain that he did not want his child to experience. But now, as he lifted his head from where it was nestled, all his worries were swept away by his son’s expression of pure joy and his wife’s angelic face as they flew into the sky.

A loud cry came from his admiration, he turned to Eragon to see it further than before.

The boy had risen a little higher, and had cried out to Nior his dragon "Dracarys."

The latter had complied and opened his mouth to spew fire. He was rewarded with the joyful cries of his putting as he rose from his sitting position with his arms in the air.

The parents laughed at his action. But as the scene was going on, the mother noticed the darker and darker clouds.

“It’s going to rain soon, let’s go home.” she said.

«It is better for today» Confirma Aemond, arms always around his wife while she was in charge.

The youngest looked for a few seconds at what was around him to engrave in his memory, then turned his head to his parents to acquiesce, smiling.

They went down again by pricking, taking advantage of the strong feeling before getting back to horizontal to fly to their home.

This first time on dragon’s back engraved forever in the minds of everyone

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