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Debunking Common Myths About Third-Party Employment in Noida

In the dynamic panorama of Noida’s employment sector, third-celebration employment has emerged as a tremendous participant, but it stays shrouded in myths and misconceptions. Let’s resolve the reality behind some of these commonplace fallacies.

Myth 1: Third Party Employment is Unreliable

Contrary to popular belief, third party employment in Noida isn't always synonymous with instability. Many respectable staffing businesses carefully vet candidates, ensuring that the most effective qualified professionals are matched with suitable positions. Moreover, those corporations regularly offer contractual agreements with installed companies, supplying a degree of job protection similar to traditional employment.

Myth 2: Third Party Employment Lacks Benefits

Another false impression is that 0.33-birthday celebration personnel are with out benefits loved with the aid of permanent staff. However, many staffing agencies provide complete benefit packages, together with medical insurance, retirement plans, and paid break day. By leveraging their partnerships with various organizations, these companies make bigger valuable perks to their brief workforce.

Myth 3: Third Party Employment is Short-Term

While some 0.33-party roles can be temporary or task-primarily based, there are ample opportunities for lengthy-term engagements. Skilled specialists regularly locate themselves transitioning from transient assignments to permanent positions inside patron businesses. Third-celebration employment serves as a strategic access factor into Noida’s thriving job marketplace, providing avenues for profession increase and advancement.

All in All, debunking these myths sheds light on the viability and blessings of third party employment in Noida. By embracing this flexible employment version, each employer and job seekers can capitalize on numerous opportunities and foster a collectively profitable professional panorama.

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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes call sign: Freyja warning: mentions of violence and death (ofc), blood Next >>

John Price stood at a round table, leading the mission brief for the team’s upcoming operation. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz sat around the table in various positions. Soap with his boots kicked up onto the table, chair tilted back; Gaz leaned forward onto the table, his forearms on the surface; Ghost leaned back against his chair, arms crossed over his chest. Soap and Gaz wore their regulation tan t-shirts and camo pants, while Ghost was clad in a black long-sleeve and his standard skull balaclava.

“So if we’re stormin’ the building, we’re all accounted for,” Soap pointed out, clicking the pen between his fingers. “We need a sniper.”

“Called in a favor with a good friend, who should have been here–”

“Ten minutes ago,” a strong but mellow voice cut in as a figure turned through the doorway. “I know, sorry John. Got a bit caught up with my room assignment. Tried to put me on the other side of base.”

A woman came into view, offering her hand out to John. They firmly grasped each other’s forearms in a quick shake. Soap and Gaz both had only slightly surprised expressions. Not at the fact that their sniper was female; they’d worked with plenty of fierce women during their time in Task Force 141.

The fact that she did not look the part.

She wore a massively oversized black sweatshirt that brushed her thighs and dark blue skinny jeans, her hair loose down her back. Must’ve just got off a plane, Soap thought to himself, looking her up and down. Her stance showed her confidence, feet shoulder-width apart as she faced the team with a bright smile (one not often found in their field of work) and glowing skin. She wasn’t necessarily small, more average height, but her attire dwarfed her frame. 

“Thank you for joining us, Captain,” Price nodded at her. “This is Freyja. American Special Forces, sniper, undercover ops. She’s been briefed and will be joining us temporarily for the op. She comes highly recommended and outranks all of you, so I’d suggest you be on your best behavior.”

The woman jabbed Price with her elbow, rolling her eyes, much to Soap’s surprise. He barely suppressed the laugh that bubbled in his chest, unable to help the small choking laugh that escaped. Ghost glared at him and he quickly piped down.

“Thanks, John, but I think I’ll be fine. Glad to be of use.”

“Happy to have you. Let me know if you need anything while you’re here. I’ll leave you to it, get acquainted. We leave at 0400 hours. We’ll be infiltrating in daylight; prepare accordingly.”

“Aye, Captain,” Soap nodded once and saluted him, setting his chair back down as he rose. He watched John pat her shoulder on his way out, sharing what seemed like a knowing look, before finally departing to his quarters. Interesting.

Soap was the first to cross the room, taking her hand in a firm grip. “Pleasure to meet you, Captain. Sergeant John Mactavish,” he introduced, shaking her hand. He noted her equally firm grip and the cool metal of a wedding band pressing into his palm. Her skin was calloused yet soft, not as rough as his own. 

“Soap, right? Heard a lot about you.”

“Aye. Good things I hope?"

“Mostly.”

A boisterous laugh left him, so loud you’d think the room shook. Soap heard Gaz gag on his water before breaking into a choked wheeze. The other man approached, shaking her hand as well. “Kyle Garrick, call me Gaz.”

Her hands found their way into the pockets of her sweatshirt.

“So, Freyja… like the–?”

A gentle, airy giggle floated into his ears. What a lovely sound. “Yes, like the goddess. I know, my husband’s idea.”

Soap groaned, his head lolling back in faux agony as he pressed a hand to his chest. “You’re breakin’ my heart, lass. Was hopin’ ya didn’t have one’a those. He in the service?”

“He is, but you wouldn’t know him. Keeps a pretty low profile,” she shrugged, keeping her eyes on the two men in front of her.

”D’ya think I could take him?”

”Probably not.”

Neither Soap nor Gaz noticed the way Ghost’s mask twitched slightly, evidence of the smirk that pulled at his lips. But she knew his microexpressions like the back of her hand, even out of the corner of her eye. The Scot remembered Ghost’s presence suddenly and waved his hand in his direction. He hadn’t made any move to greet the newcomer and hadn’t spoken during the entire brief.

“Steamin’ Jesus, Ghost, you heard the man. Be nice to the lady!”

Ghost grunted, keeping his arms folded on his chest. “Captain.”

“Lieutenant.”

The two stared at each other, her brow quirked. As the seconds passed, the interaction became increasingly awkward for everyone else in the room. Even the thickest person on the planet could have sensed the tension. Unable to take the silence any longer, Gaz stepped in to attempt to relieve some tension. “You two worked together before?”

“You could say that,” Ghost stated as he rose from his chair. “A word, Freyja?”

Her tongue poked at the inside of her cheek and she squinted at him. It was almost comical, the height difference between the two. Typically, Soap would have made a snarky quip, if not for the vicious look in her eyes. He wouldn’t say it out loud to him, but the scowl rivaled his lieutenant‘s. Finally, she spoke, “Excuse us, gentlemen. I’ll see you in the morning. You know where to find me in the meantime.”

“G’night, Cap,” Soap nodded and moved to the side, allowing her to pass to the door. Ghost didn’t spare them another glance as he followed behind her. The two men stood silently until they heard a door slam shut up the hall. Soap snapped his gaze to Gaz and found him already looking with wide eyes.

“What was that about?”

Soap shrugged noncommittally. “Not a clue. Bad history? Ghost’s no’ exactly skilled in manners.” He went to head to his room when he noticed a military-issue duffel where Freyja had been standing, an American flag patch on the side. He bent down and slung it over his shoulder. “Left her stuff. I’m gonna drop it by ‘for hittin’ the hay. See ya in the mornin’.”

They went their separate ways, Gaz disappearing to the armory to stock up for the mission. Soap approached the only spare room in their wing and rapped his knuckles against the door. He waited for a few beats to no response and repeated the motion.

Nothing.

Soap’s brows furrowed when he heard what sounded like a muffled argument from the next door up, labeled “Lt. Riley”. Soap should have just left her duffel in front of her door and continued on his way to his bedroom, and gone to bed.

But no, he just had to snoop.

He crept toward the door, still holding the bag as he pressed his ear to the hollow wood. They clearly knew each other, but Ghost hadn’t seemed happy to see her. He felt a bit guilty spying on his lieutenant, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. He heard Ghost’s deep voice first.

“We had a deal. You’re supposed to be on leave, and Price knows that. I have half a mind to wring his fucking neck–”

“John didn’t ask me to be here, I volunteered–”

“Cut the shit, Y/N. I’m not daft. He has no place calling you in without asking me first.”

“I don’t take orders from you, Simon!”

Simon? Just how familiar were they with each other?

“Oh, I’m well aware. I just figured that when your husband asks you to stay home, you'd listen! How silly of me!”

So he knows her husband. Interesting. 

“That’s not fair, and you know it.”

“You want to talk about fair? You went around my back to my Captain. I’d say anything’s fair play at this point.” Heavy boots crossed the floor. “This isn’t just about you anymore. You’re not my superior, you’re–”

Soap shuffled his feet, he realized too late how loud the noise was in the empty hallway, and the voices suddenly stopped. He knocked in an attempt to recover, quickly stepping back from the door before it opened. The woman appeared, now in a too-big band tee, her dog tags resting on her chest. “Hi, Johnny,” she greeted, her tone significantly warmer than it had been a moment ago. 

He didn’t remember mentioning his preference for the name, but he couldn’t find a reason to comment on it then. “You, uh, left ya bag. Wanted to drop it off, figured you’d be here.”

“Oh, my bad. Thanks, I appreciate it.” He transferred her possessions to her. The bag that appeared standard when he carried it looked huge compared to her frame. The added weight did not phase her. “We have an early morning. I’m heading to bed.”

Ghost moved from his spot near the bed on the other side of the room. “Frey–”

She held a hand up, sending another chilling glare in his direction. Soap was impressed when Ghost didn’t even blink at the look. “Enough, Lieutenant. That’s an order.” He didn’t miss the eyes behind the skeleton glowering or how the fabric near his mouth shifted. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he growled through clenched teeth. 

She brushed by Soap, readjusting the bag on her shoulder as she stormed to her room, somehow gracefully maintaining her posture. Before he could turn back to question Ghost, the door swung shut in his face.

Real polite.

~*~

“Alpha-One, in position.”

“Copy that, one. Alpha-Two, in position.”

“Bravo?” Soap’s partner looked over his shoulder at the white light flashing at them in the distance. There was a muffled choking sound and a swallow, followed by a sniffle. “Freyja?”

“Sorry. Multiple armed guards. Two snipers at the east and west sides of the targets.” Her voice, while calm, sounded tired and a bit drained. As if she could sense the unspoken question, she came through their headsets again. “Little sick this morning. I’m fine.”

Ghost's jaw set and he rolled his shoulders, blinking a few times to focus. Soap noticed the motion and covered the mic on his headset. “You a’right, Lt.?” he asked, his voice concerned with his brows furrowed. 

Ghost ignored him. “Can you get a visual inside?”

“Negative. Windows are blocked in both buildings. You’re going blind.”

“What’s the call, ma’am?” Gaz’s voice.

“This is Price’s op. I’m just here for support.”

“Ghost?” Price this time. 

Ghost audibly sighed, his irritation at the situation clear. Soap wondered how bad their last encounter could have been for the usually collected man in front of him to be so disheveled. Soap looked over at the lieutenant, who had turned his attention back to the opening in the wall between them. “Bravo, hold your position. Understood?”

“Affirmative.”

“Alpha-One, move in on your target on my command.” Ghost clicked off his mic and slid the chamber back on his pistol, doing one final check.

Soap took the opportunity to follow up on his unanswered concern. “Ghost, you good? Seem tense. Something going on with the lass?”

“Shut up, Sergeant.” He reached up to click his headset back on. “Freyja cleared hot to engage.”

“Standby.” A beat passed, then another, until the suppressed shot of a sniper rifle rang through their headsets, followed by the bolt being pulled back and pushed forward. Another shot. “Clean hit. Snipers down.”

“Copy. Alpha-One, move in. Keep it quiet,” Ghost commanded, signaling Soap forward with a tilt of his head.

She watched Ghost and Soap move swiftly around structures and cars forward to their target. Her gaze periodically adjusted between them and Alpha-One, Gaz and Price. Soap’s accent was low in her ear. “Approaching target. Engaging two hostiles.”

The pair dispatched the guards with ease, the same as the other team up the road.

“Be advised, I have no eyes inside,” she reminded the group, surveying the surrounding area as both teams entered the building.

“Roger. Breaching.”

On their frequency, angry shouts and gunfire had her writing uncomfortably in her spot. She didn’t like not having a solid visual of her team; it made her feel helpless. The audio of the scene inside wasn’t helping her nerves (or nausea) much, either. The sniper was almost lost in her thoughts when she caught movement at the edge of her scope up the street.

Reinforcements.

“Ghost, engaging incoming hostiles. You might want to bug out,” she suggested, taking several shots at the armed men back-to-back. “Alpha-One, sound off.”

“Heard. Intel acquired,” Price acknowledged. “Clearing out.”

“Alpha-Two, how copy?”

The radio crackled once before Soap came through. “Copy, I’ve lost visual on Ghost. Got separated in the firefight,” he grunted, still firing shots inside the building. “‘M gonna have to squirt.”

Something wasn’t right. “Ghost, how copy?”

Silence.

“Lieutenant, what’s your status?”

Her skin crawled at the repeated silence. “Fuck.” She took a deep breath and pulled her knees underneath her body, her stomach suddenly stilling, nausea disappearing. “Abandoning post.” Her voice pierced through their radios with urgency. She abandoned her rifle and made her way down from her perch.

“Absolutely not. We’re converging at the meeting point now.” Price cursed under his breath as she brandished her sidearm and sprinted towards Ghost’s last location. “Stand down, Bravo, that’s an order!” The captain commanded, rough and authoritative.

“All due respect, Price, get bent.”

Price and Gaz watched helplessly as she disappeared into the structure, Soap approaching them from their flank. “The absolute balls on that one, aye?” he snickered, eyeballing Price. He didn’t even flinch, expression hard as steel as he rubbed his face. He hadn’t seen his captain that stressed in quite a while. Maybe not the time for jokes…

The blood-curdling screams Soap heard would scare any man straight. It sounded like a horror movie slaughterhouse over their comms, whether it was caused by Ghost or Freyja he didn’t know. He did know it was her voice that said Ghost’s name and assumed the distant, heated mumbling was Ghost. He must have lost his headset if they couldn’t hear him clearly, and what they were hearing was whatever her comms picked up. “Shut the fuck up and move. If you were fine, I wouldn’t be here, Lieutenant. You can thank me later,” she snapped, sounding eerily similar to a stereotypical angry wife. There’s no way she cleared out that entire convoy on her own…

Right?

Moments later, without any other gunfire, the pair emerged. Ghost was indeed missing his headset, while Freyja trudged in front of him, taking long steps to cross the street. Her helmet was gone, and her hair had come loose. Gun in one hand, a familiar black combat knife in the other, dripping blood. Strands of hair clung to her face, coated in dark red, along with her hands, bare arms, and vest. Soap’s eyes blew wide. “Steamin’ bloody Jesus, did she–?”

Price hummed and nodded beside him. In the same breath, she stumbled over to a car and gripped the door handle, dumping her stomach on the dusty road. Soap and Gaz moved to help, but Price stopped them with a single grunt. Ghost was immediately on her, expertly sweeping her hair into one hand as he pulled her earpiece out, cutting off their audio. One of her hands grabbed his vest for support while his other hand rested on her back.

“Well, that’s unusual,” Soap chimed, his head cocked to the side as he watched the display.

“Quit starin’ and load up. I doubt that’s the last of those reinforcements.” Price waved at them, catching Ghost’s attention and pointing to an approaching Heli, waving his hand in a “roll out” motion.

~*~

The ride back to base in the heli was one of the most awkward experiences of Soap’s life; not a word was spoken during the short trip. Ghost pulled a rag out of his vest and silently handed it to Freyja to wipe some blood from her face; she passed him the blade she had carried, and he finally placed its familiarity when Ghost tucked it into the empty holster at his hip. She looked utterly drained now that they were in close quarters. In another shocking moment, she rested her head on Ghost’s shoulder, and he didn’t move to shove her off.

What the fuck?

At the base, Ghost dropped her off at the medical bay before storming into the meeting room where the team had gathered to debrief. “You’re a dead man, Price,” he barked, finger jabbed at him as his skull plate skittered across the table when he threw it. “You fuckin’ knew–”

“Simon, I’m sorry–”

“Don’t “Simon” me. Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Captain! If she’s hurt���”

“I didn’t think she would compromise herself that easily.”

Ghost barked a dry, humorless laugh as he pointed in the general direction of the infirmary. “Of course, she’s bloody compromised! She’s my fuckin’ wife, you git!” he snarled, teeth viciously bared as he ripped off his mask.

“Hell’s fuckin’ bells…”

“Bloody hell…”

He was too angry (and, frankly, scared for his wife’s health) to acknowledge their audience. “This is exactly why I told you not to call her. I can’t focus if I’m worried about her safety right now. She’s supposed to be safe at home, resting, not running into a bloody warzone, for God’s sake!” 

“She was told not to leave her post–”

“When has she ever obeyed a direct order?”

Silence fell over the group, Price effectively losing the argument. Neither Sergeant wanted to find themselves on the other end of Ghost’s rage. They had no envy for Price and dared not get between them. No envy at all. On the other hand, Soap had so many questions. Since where was Ghost married? When did he have the time for a wife? And an American at that? How long had he been keeping her a secret?

“Simon.”

Four heads whipped to the soft voice across the room, finding the woman of the hour standing in the doorway. A superficial cut on her forehead had been taped up, her face clear of blood. Soap and Gaz stared at her in disbelief, jaws dropped as they looked from her to Ghost and back again. She chuckled at their expressions but didn’t move to approach them. “Captain Riley. Lovely to meet you both, officially,” she reintroduced herself, a slight smirk on her lips. She finally met her husband’s gaze, her expression softened at his bare face, save for the black paint.

He curled two fingers at her, one arm crossed over his chest. “C’mere. Now,” he ordered her, though his tone had little bite to it.

Even only knowing the sniper for such little time, Soap was outright shocked at the display. Flabbergasted by her obedience when she immediately strode to the spot next to him, barely leaving any space between their chests. It didn’t seem like her. He was obviously wrong, considering what he’d just witnessed. 

Ghost took a deep breath as he peered down at her, examining her visible skin for injuries. “I’m right pissed at you, love,” he muttered, allowing her to loop a finger in his belt loop.

She smiled up at him, her admiration clear now that the sergeants had been let in on the secret. “I know.”

“Don’t give me that look.” The man sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes. He knew he couldn’t hold his ground with that smile of hers. He dropped a gloved hand to rest on her lower belly, rubbing the spot with his thumb. “You alright?”

She placed her hand on top of his and bobbed her head. Her familiar glow from the night before had returned.

“I’d like an apology.”

“And I’d like a parade in my honor. Oh, and a good ol’ fashioned fu–”

“Oi, better watch that fuckin’ mouth of yours.”

“You love my mouth.”

“Tha’ I do. Just not right now, sweetheart.”

Soap couldn’t take it anymore. “Steamin’ blood Jesus L.t., are you…flirting?”

“Shamelessly,” she giggled, never once tearing her eyes away from the man towering over her.

Ghost rolled his eyes again, his other hand slipping into its home on the side of her neck. “You’re done. I mean it. And if you call her again, I walk,” he threatened, turning his head to address Price directly. “Don’t think I won’t.”

“Ghost, she held her own just fine,” Soap interjected from his chair. “Hen took out an entire squad practically single-handedly, plus the convoy before she went in after ya. I don’t see the problem.”

Realization dawned on Gaz suddenly, forcing him to his feet again. “You’re pregnant,” he exclaimed, both in shock and awe. “That’s why you were feeling sick. And the big clothes. You’re on maternity leave."

The lack of response from John and Freyja and how Ghost studied Gaz said everything they needed to know.

“No wonder you’ve been downright crabbit with her! Can’t say I blame ye, ‘s too dangerous out there to be mucking about with a little one in there.” Soap rose to his feet too, smiling like a cheeseball, ready to ruthlessly tease him. “How’d you manage that, Ghost? A bangin’ wife and a baby?”

“I know it’s been a while for you, Sarge–”

“Aw, away n’ bile yer heid!” the Scot barked, dismissing his lieutenant with a wave.

“English, MacTavish.”

“Sorry, sir, let me translate…Go fuck yourself.”

“Much better.”

He moved on from Ghost, addressing Freyja now. “I’ve so many questions! How long ‘ave you been together?” Soap leaned against the round table in front of them, his hands dragging across the shaved portion of his head.

“How old am I?” Ghost asked in a low, teasing timber.

Her upper lip tugged upwards as her hand wavered, indicating an estimate. “Five years, give or take.”

“Five years?! Son of the god-damn-devil, Lt! You’ve had a secret wife for five years–” He cut himself off with a gasp, his volume dropping to a brash whisper. “Does he take the mask off when you—”

“Tha’ll do, Johnny.”

Her bubbly laugh filled the room, and she swatted his tactical vest with her palm. “Si, don’t be an ass,” she warned, raising a brow at him. “Oh, John! I have pictures for you!” The woman let go of her husband and dug out folded ultrasound photos from her zipped pocket. She, Price, and Gaz moved to another corner of the room, gushing over the snapshots of her latest appointment before flying out, leaving Soap and Ghost alone by the meeting table.

A mischievous grin overtook Soap’s face. “An American, eh, Lt.? And she outranks you?”

“Not another word, Sergeant.”

A long pause stretched between them, although not long enough for Ghost’s liking.

“So… Goddess of love, beauty, and war,” he inquired, raising an eyebrow at the Brit, who threw him a questioning side-eye. Soap hummed. “Fitting.”

Soap almost gawked at the smirk (borderline smile) that Ghost bore as he watched his wife animatedly pour over her photos. “I’m well aware.” Another moment passed between them before Ghost fully turned to the other man. “Johnny?”

“Yeah, Ghost?"

“Flirt with my wife again, I’ll knock your teeth in."

"Noted, sir."

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Since this season of HOTD ended your blogs been single handed it keeping my need for ✨Cole✨ content satisfied. But I always need more😂…humbly suggesting a very nasty fic with the premise of Rhaenyra sending her daughter (who looks exceptionally similar to her mother) to Kings landing with news/requests for peace, but also heavily suggested that there might be a knight there who could use some manipulation from his favorite Guilty pleasure, a targ women. Dom/serve me/oh you want to cum too?

Yesss this my shit we want to make him bitch boy WOOOOOOOOOFFFFF WOOOF. Since I just did a fic w a similar premise, I wanted to switch it up and make it 80’s yuppie corporate AU! I hope you like the little twist hehehehe, inspired by RedRack’s corporate idiot bully Criston on Ao3. SORRY FOR DELAY SHE IS HERE!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: 80’s corporate au, Nyra’s daughter reader, set in King’s Landing, merger problems, we plotting, blackmail, background rhaenicent, Criston is a service slut who acts like a misogynistic bully to cover the fact he likes powerful women using him whoops, Tyland for CFO damn, sexual tension, corporate bullshit I get from TV shows and stories, switch reader, slutty deprived Criston, oral (f receiving), pnv sex, man tears, kinda enemies to lovers, office sex.

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The Merger - C.Cole

You were Rhaenyra’s eldest child and only daughter, the ‘haughty’ one. You’d grown up lavishly, a byproduct of the rich and powerful where one could pay away most problems. Like your parentage. Like your homosexual father and biological dad who happened to be the bodyguard.

Except someone from the other side paid right back and your dad was long gone ashes. Laenor left not too long afterward. You were your mother’s child anyway— as bitter as it felt.

There was a schism and merger at the same time, two huge media conglomerates coming as one now. Your family had long owned a paper before foraging into radio then television, the Legacy Media Agency. Jaehaerys Targaryen and Alysanne brought one of the first channels on television.

Through tragedy and piss-poor mistakes, your grandfather remarried to one Alicent Hightower. Now he was dead and the position of CEO was swiftly voted in for Rhaenyra. Alicent bristled, coming from a media conglomerate family of her own.

The Hightowers were in the movie and TV Industry, Green Flame Studios. They ran the golden age of film in Westeros, easily adapting and changing however into the current state. Television channels and multiple production companies. They’d even nabbed up a music label out of Lannisport.

Much money and meetings later, there was a heated merger due to a clause drafted up while your grandfather was on his deathbed. CEO and COO would be up for grabs again. Tension was filling the building in King’s Landing. Otto was back along with his sleek-looking son. Rhaenyra was growing stressed. Now Daemon was off securing funds and heads, the woman growing edgier by the day.

On a recent evening she sat down with you, the ever dutiful daughter. Jace was more of the smooth heir, able to gloss over and smile his way into the hearts of others. You took a step back, working on a law degree and willing to do a dirty deed if requested.

You and Mother sipped drinks in her office, eyes gazing out over the sparkling city of King’s Landing. It was a shit hole brought up to some sort of glory in your opinion. Rhaenyra huffed, “The rest of her boys are coming. Aemond’s cutthroat but irrational, Aegon can be puppeted but has a raging coke and alcohol problem. Helaena is out of the picture. That leaves the little one, the freak, and the doggy.”

“So a little boy, Larys, and Criston I take it?”

You took off your blazer, rolling your eyes, “Dear uncles want to strangle us. Aegon and Aemond might tear each other to shreds before that could occur. Otto and Alicent, cracking as she may be, hold them together.”

Rhaenyra grimaced, “She ran the company while father was sick. It’s a good look. I was popping questionable children out, working, but not seen like her. She’s got that yuppie housewife bitch look about her, but she’s no Targaryen. Gods.”

You were pretty sure they fucked or had something sapphic going on. Mother always went a little distant and quiet regarding Alicent, even if her words were vitriol.

Throwing expensive heels upon the fine desk of many CEO’s past you asked, “What have you need of me? Dirt, intel? I’m not coming near that whisperer, he’s too smart. Wasn’t Cole promoted to some busy work position? Probably Alicent’s fuck toy. I never liked him, he’s got issues.”

Your mother grinned, laughing, the most you’ve seen in a while. She leaned up to squeeze your ankle. Rhaenyra hummed, “You’re a fine woman. Fine, fine woman. Knows what it takes to win. Keep an eye on Cole. He likes the rich girls anyways, yet all of this has him so stressed he’ll be a bigger prick than usual.”

The blonde waved a hand.

“Do what you need, he’s weak at the end of the day. Probably keeps Ali’s underwear in his drawer. Brute. He was sweet once, I fear his issues and my selfish desires fucked that up worse than it needed to be. He’ll never have it, sad as it may be,” she lamented.

You felt pity for the Marcher. Handsome as could be, powerful energy, good with acquisitions of small companies. It stopped there— most considered him an idiot. You’d have to reluctantly get to know more, considering all of the vile history. But you’d do it for Mother.

Standing up in the dim office you nodded, “I’ll do what I can, we should take everyone out for the beach one day. Good publicity. It’s widely known we are more stable.”

She smiled. Your mother was so beautiful, you were glad to see her in better spirits before they were inevitably dashed.

Soon the Green’s employees began to show. Wylde, Lannister, Strong, Cole. Aemond and Aegon also appeared. The first meeting was miserable. You’d sat back and taken notes, sitting pretty next to Jace and Baela. You noted Alicent was the resident female leading the pack, the pack being dogs that would turn on her.

Aemond was the key one. Likely Aegon would get shoved forward if they kept him in line. Otto barked and waved his hands with Rhaenys, he liked the sidelines. Your eyes flickered to Cole— perfectly coiffed and manicured, his suits tailored sharp and tight to show off his body. He certainly looked like a fuck toy.

His dark eyes raised to meet yours, thick brows furrowing. You scoffed and turned your attention elsewhere, the egotistical fucker aggravated now. You could hear his ringed finger tapping against the wood. Prick.

By the end of the week, Rhaenyra held a tenuous hold on CEO, Alicent had taken COO, and Otto had weaseled in as CFO. This was shite. Mother was outnumbered. Tyland Lannister should have had it, he put aside loyalties for success, and he’d served two sides well.

Life in the offices post-vote was interesting, to say the least. You’d often be around, observing and speaking with employees. Today you had worn a little black blouse with a bow and a fitted tweed skirt, tights emphasizing your long legs and patent heels. You had a plan. First you made sure your hair was still presentable and reapplied your lipstick. With a smirk, you sauntered over to his oversized cubicle.

Criston Cole. Up jumped prick. It was obvious he was some sort of release for Alicent, leaving her office adjusting his tie, smoothing back his hair, lips still wet. You had gathered he was wildly misunderstood— a whore and a sexist bully. Yet others spoke of him revering women and kind to most. Some said he was dumb as a box of rocks, others said he was quietly crafty in the right environment.

Confusing. But you could do with a whore.

You leaned against the wall, watching his shoulders and biceps bunch as he looked over the potential acquisitions, likely in tech. He had his walkmans on and fidgeted as he read. You eyed his cubicle, immaculately clean, two photos on the wall. One of him in the military shaking a commander’s hand. The other was of a man holding a young Criston, a beautiful Dornish looking woman laughing next to them.

Mommy issues? Maybe. Seems normal enough.

The maybe-bully turned around and pulled off his headphones, raising a brow as he chuffed. “What are you doing staring at the back of my head like that?” His lips turned into a scowl at the sight of your smirk.

“Merely getting to know my mother’s new workers. My coworkers, somewhat. I’m just here for help.”

He eyed your body, dark orbs traveling upwards. Criston watched you with a tight smile, spreading his muscled thighs as his chair rolled around. You remained stoic, waiting on the inevitable snark or nasty comment.

“So what is mommy’s little princess doing besides flouncing your bows and snooping around?”

Oh. You wanted to kill him. Smack that smarmy look off his face.

“What? That’s what you do. Skip around and flirt with that big chip on your shoulder. It’s almost cute, knowing what you are.”

You ignored him to continue, “I’m overseeing the new members to our building. I’m in law school. Besides, I don’t need some fucktoy bully with muscles for a brain to snap at me. Watch your godsdamn mouth with me and how you speak on my family.”

You glared him down, watching Criston get flushed and submit easily. There it was, not a hard button to find. A little meanness, a little firm hand, and Criston Cole was putty. You grinned, patting his desk, “Good boy. Perhaps you should keep your mouth shut more, or go get it glued back to the green queen’s cunt.”

He inhaled sharply as you walked away victorious.

You dialed your mother up from the car phone, cackling about the experience. The pair of you schemed, you needed to get under Criston or over him. Whatever it took to figure out more…perhaps you had your own desires. He hadn’t been going to Alicent’s office as much since you slipped up. Albeit was quite known.

The further away from her he was, the better. That’s how you could snag the man. The upcoming gala would be time to strike.

You wore a strapped, glass-beaded black gown to the gala, some bullshit reason to meet around and prove that all was swell, give out idiotic awards and swaths of money. Your curls were piled into an updo, brows thick, and eyes shadowy. Your lips were blood red. Black gloves went to your elbows.

You knew you had to bang Cole tonight. He’d softened some around you since the moment in his cubicle but he was tighter than the damn Iron Bank when it came to anything of information you wanted. Trying to get him to talk about his home life was like pulling teeth. He looked handsome in his designer suit, pressed and prim. Of course Criston was hovering behind Alicent, looking like a puppy. You frowned between sips of your champagne. You needed him away from her!

“You’re hot you know,” came a slurred voice.

“Ah. Dearest uncle of mine. Coming to hit on his family. How many flutes I wonder?” You turned to face a grinning Aegon, purple eyes hazy, smelling like Joop! You rolled your eyes and let him jabber on, grinning at Aeg.

“You really must want a piece? You know fucking baseborn isn’t a good look, but your face is so cute,” you teased.

Aegon’s coked-up expression widened into a grin, his hands on your waist as you laughed it off. Jacaerys would pull him off, or Luke. Aegon’s lips grew closer to your neck before being yanked back roughly, one irritated Criston Cole glaring down at Aegon and sending him packing. You waved goodbye.

Criston’s big frame engulfed yours, his more masculine scent aided with some Calvin Klein tickling your nose. Damn this man for being so damnably handsome. He was looking down at you, jaw clenching. You hummed, “Thanks for the save, Cole. Didn’t know you had the knight in shining armor sensibilities.”

He gripped your arm, grunting, “I don’t.”

The taller man led you away, farther and farther towards the bathrooms. You laughed, Criston shooting a glare.

“Where are you taking me?”

He huffed, “Away from here. I have some questions for you.”

“This isn’t going to end up with you strangling me right?”

“Shut up, damn, you talk so godsdamned much!”

You rolled your eyes once again, trying to keep up with his long strides, the man unlocking a door and shoving you inside. You stumbled and cursed, Criston quick to pick you up. He led you over to the desk, picked you up, and put you atop the flat surface.

He stared, jaw clenched, eyes wide as they took you in— calloused hands ran up your pantyhose.

You cocked your head, humming, “I thought you were asking questions.”

Criston closed into space, hands gripping your thighs tighter as he snarled, “I don’t get you. You don’t work for the company, you’re a damn college brat with a chip on your shoulder.” His hands tightened again, fingertips digging into your skin.

“Anyways are we fucking or not?”

Criston looked at a loss for words, nostrils flaring in aggravation. You cooed, hand sliding across his broad shoulders and up to the nape of his neck. Gently playing and pulling at his curls, you leaned closer to his pretty mouth, noses touching.

The man exhaled sharply, voice less sharp as he murmured, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

How funny, you couldn’t either.

Your lips curled up in pleasure, eyes slipping shut as you kissed him soft, a mere press of the lips. Criston tried for more— only for you to pull back and chide, “Slow, we don’t have anywhere to be.” You could tell he was thinking, but Cole acquiesced and matched your pace.

As you lazily smacked lips with him, his hands eased up, rubbing up and down. You slid your tongue between his lips, moaning softly as he eagerly met you, hot and slick. He made a noise deep in his chest when you grabbed a handful of slicked-down dark hair. You pressed up against his firm chest, tongues and lips doing an age-old dance.

Criston sucked on your bottom lip, returning to sup at your mouth, hands roving up higher, your dress rising with the movement. You spread your thighs with a sigh, panting against his insistent mouth. You could feel the kiss grow messy, Criston pulled ever you closer. He flicked his tongue against yours, moaning in desperation.

You distantly wondered if Alicent let him kiss her much. If she let him do anything besides satiate a need. The way he was pressed tight to your frame and groaning like a man deprived from some kisses seemed to affirm that. He pulled back with a wild look, nuzzling and pressing his wet lips to your neck, dark stubble rubbing the thin skin.

You threw your head back for more access, panting and sighing. You pulled at his hair again and spread your legs wider. He gasped when you asked if he was going to eat you out like he did the COO. Criston grumbled, frowning, his hands pulling down your hose.

“Is that all you think I’m good for?”

You studied his downtrodden puppy dog face and felt bad, poor thing had a knack for attaching himself to unavailable women. Your mind railed distantly on what he said about your mother and your siblings.

“Maybe. Looks like you spend more time on your knees than in your cubicle from my time at the office, Criston.”

You pushed at his shoulder, Criston dropping down with a petulant look across his face. He continued to pull your pantyhose down, fingers hooking into your thin underwear along the way. He made a weak nose when you leaned back some, purring, “There we go, take it all off. Gods, you’re pretty down there.”

He moaned again, nosing at your knee, dark eyes peeling from your exposed skin to look up. Criston rasped desperately, “Please, I’m sorry.” Those dark eyes were growing wet. You ripped your gaze away from his face, trailing down his heaving chest to where his flushed cock pushed against his fly.

“Sorry for what?”

Criston whimpered, the sound escaping before he could swallow it down. You smirked, hands running through his dark hair as your legs began to spread. He was staring again, wordless pleading for a taste.

He croaked, “I- ah- apologize for my manner of speech and behavior toward you. I don’t want this to be merely a scheme.”

You murmured, softer than expected at his observation, “You’re a sap, aren’t you? Just want a pretty girl to be all yours hm? You can be mine, I think I’ll let you have me.” You twisted at his hair harder, eliciting another pathetic noise.

“Yeah, that seems nice, you’re going to be mine now. Don’t worry, I’ll let you stick around and hold me afterward Cole. What a waste if I didn’t.”

He choked out, “Please, yes, yes— I’ll be good I swear, I’ll be so good to you.”

You grinned, scooting toward the edge of the desk, soaked cunt right in front of Criston’s teary eyes. You cooed, “I’ll let you have it, Cris, just know who you’re serving now. Me. No one else. No more dallying around with Hightower, you’ll be visiting my office when I pass the bar. Doesn’t that sound sweet, tell me how good I’m letting you have it.”

He got another twist of his hair.

Criston desperately moaned, voice cracking as he gripped your thighs, lips hovering over your pussy. He croaked, “I’m yours, yours, no one but you. No Hightower, no Targaryen— Velaryon.” He sucked a wet breath in, need wracking the man as he began to beg.

“Please- please baby- let me treat you good?”

You nodded, pushing his face toward your cunt. Criston kissed up your thigh, coarse hands moving your legs over his shoulders. His lips were hot and wet, leaving a trail and shiver up your spine. You couldn’t help the throaty moan from your chest when the brunette inhaled with a curse— his molten touch and breath casting across your most sensitive flesh.

“C’mon, c’mon,” you breathed.

Criston wasted no time, delving into your slick folds, mouth immediately kissing and lapping at your soaked entrance. You cried out, thighs jumping and tightening. He groaned in delight, lurid sounds from his overeager eating— that gorgeous nose of his pressed tightly to your bundle of nerves.

“Ngh- Criston, fuck!” You inelegantly carried on, sounding like one of those sultry-eyed whores in the porn movies. The man between your thighs laughed, hands soothing up and down the outside of your propped legs.

There was reverence in Criston’s rumble, his dark eyes as he murmured between messy presses of his lips, “Taste s’fucking good baby.” You arched into his mouth, hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to your aching clit.

“Smart boy,” came your hum of pleasure. One of your knees fell to the side, Criston checking again with expressive eyes as he slid the center two of his digits across your pussy. You nodded, throwing your head back in ecstasy as the man mouthed and tongued at your pearl in sloppy movements. He was utterly lost in it, groaning as he sucked and licked, dexterous fingers deep inside.

The quiet room was filled with the most erotic of noises— squelching, whines, shuddery breaths, and his deliciously messy eating. No wonder Alicent kept him around you deliriously thought. On that note, you cried his name, laying back on the desk to roll into him easier, his pretty face and fingers dragging across your tender spots. The lovely sting of his stubble added a level.

Pleasure laced up and down your spine, building hot in your lower belly. He moved faster as you began to whimper, moans getting pitchy and needy. He held your hip down with his free hand, moaning. You babbled, “F-fuck, gods, gonna come, can’t stop dripping all over you. Such a good toy!”

He gasped, tonguing around where his fingers stretched your hole, lapping up every bit of your essence like a last meal. You began to writhe, breath choppy between moans. Criston fucked you faster with his fingers, you could feel his obsidian eyes watching with feverish heat.

Your belly tightened and spasmed, that wondrous feeling of intense pleasure blooming when the marcher sealed his perfect lips over your clit again to suck. He had to hold you down with one hand splayed across your lower belly, strength evident as you bucked and whined and keened his name.

You shivered, tears of overstimulation pricking as he lapped you clean, sucking his fingers with a slutty little moan. Criston mumbled, “Was that good, princess?” His calloused palm rubbed your trembling stomach, soothing and maddening as you came down from the orgasm.

Eventually gathering your wits, you held out a hand, the ‘businessman’ helping you sit upright. You felt a mess, running a hand over your errant curls, cunt on display, pantyhose ‘round your ankles. Criston looked at you like a goddess, his ever-helpful hands easing your pantyhose up before you stopped him.

His thick brows furrowed in confusion.

You laughed softly, “You’ve done a good job, I don’t see why you don’t get a reward.”

Criston’s hands reflexively tightened, his big chest swelling as he inhaled. You continued in your saccharine tone, “I mean you ate me out like a champ, I’m sure you’re tired of walking off with cum in your underwear or a hard-on from hell. Poor puppy, you look so swollen too.”

Criston outright whimpered, “Hurts.”

You cradled his face, cooing at the furrow in his brow, how those almond eyes were nearly full of tears. Gods, he was perfect, all man but willing to be jerked around by ‘the lesser sex’. So they say. Your eyes shifted to his cock once more, painfully pressing against his fly. Criston made another pitiful noise.

“You wanna come? I’ll let you bend me over this desk. You better fuck me hard, gods know you’re used to getting ridden. You’re just a sweet little fuck toy, hm?”

Criston gasped, eyes closing as a tear slipped. He was shaking with need, mouth hanging open as he babbled, “Yes- your fuck toy, but I’ll do it good for you, I’ll make you come, baby, I’ll hold it I swear!”

You smiled, turning to get on your belly, legs planted on the ground now. You could hear him shucking off his blazer, fervent fingers ripping at buttons. While he divested his clothing you teased mercilessly.

“So excited aren’t you? Big man gets to fuck now. You’re welcome. Tell me who you serve now. Tell me who you belong to and I’ll let you fill me up.”

He croaked, voice cracking, “I serve you now, yours, m’gonna make you feel so good, I won’t come, I’ll hold it.”

You turned to eye his heaving chest, the dark hair trailing down to his thick cock. A moan slipped from your lips at his beauty. His pretty prick was so flushed, you’d give him some slack if he did come. Poor thing was already worked and messy tears would be no good.

“C’mon then, I’m ready, take it easy stud,” you said, pulling him by the wrist. That hand gripped your hip, fingers digging in. He was panting while guiding the weepy tip of his cock into your sensitive cunt. The tip pressed up into your folds, stretching you out agonizingly slow.

Criston heaved, easing in further, little grunts and huffs from behind. He gritted out, “Pussy’s fucking perfect, gods.” You closed your eyes, savoring the stretch as Cole eased the tip in, pausing with a tremble. You let him acclimate, the marcher moaning throatily.

“Shh-shit, shit,” he said, both hands on your waist now.

You moaned softly as he went deeper, his prick molten hot and filling you up. It ground against your ridged walls, your cunt gripping the intrusion, more pleasure crawling up your spine. He was whining through his nose, muttering about how good you felt, how tight and wet it was.

You soothed, “I know, take it easy, you wanna fuck me good and hard, you need it, Cris.”

Criston groaned, “Oh- thank y-you, I needed this, s-so godsdamn hard for you baby.”

You gripped the edge of the desk as Criston was deep, his trim hips against your ass as he carried on. He leaned forward a bit, breathing through the intense stimulation. You didn’t mind, his bitten-off whimpers were cute. He was a sweetie under all his bluff.

You told him so, earning another agonized moan.

Soon Cris’ cock wasn’t throbbing and his breath had evened out. You turned to get a look, pulling him in for a quick kiss, his dark lips swollen. Criston murmured, “I think I’m ready. I can take you good and hard like you want princess, if you’ll let me, I’ll be good, s’good.”

You whispered against his lips, “Have at it stud. About time someone put that strength to good use. But you better have me soaking your cock before you think about busting.” He nodded, eyes adoring when you playfully nipped his lip, reaching back to smack a lean flank.

You couldn’t help the noise pushed out of you when he pulled out to the tip, adjusting your hips so he could slam back in at the right angle. The pair of you practically howled in unison, the primal affair on. Criston fucked like a man deprived, quick, and strong thrust.

You cried out as his hips cracked against your ass, his heavy sac hitting your clit. Criston groaned and cursed, pausing occasionally on a good deep thrust just to get ahold of himself once more. Your nails dug into the hard surface of the desk, mouth hanging wide open.

“Yeah- yeah, baby, good boy- ohgods!” You cried out when he pulled you upright against his body, fingers thumbing and pinching your nipples. He slurred nonsense, wet kisses as he lost himself, only focused on fucking you into oblivion.

Sweat began to bead across your body, turning to gooseflesh from the stimulation. His fingertips swirling and softly tugging at your nipples sent a bolt of white-hot arousal down to your clit. You knew you were getting wetter for him. Hells, you’d started crying out in ecstasy, bucking back into him like a wild animal.

Criston growled, “I’m yours, let me be yours, I’ll do this every night if you see fit.”

How he was suddenly composed pissed you off. But you were too out of sorts to do anything but moan and roll back onto his fat cock that was wrecking you. Giving a little whine of acquiescence, you nodded. He was yours now, he was going to be your big scary guard dog that adores his lady.

You heaved at the thought, belly tightening up, nipples budding so hard it hurt. Criston began to slowly push you back onto the desk, his heated body following, enveloping you in his warmth and scent. Criston grinned against your neck, pressing kisses as he slipped a hand down to form a vee with his fingers, rubbing at your flushed clit.

You wouldn’t admit this later but you squealed. You squealed and thrashed and came so hard your vision blacked out. Ecstasy consumed every part of your body. You gushed on Criston, pussy pulling and pulsing around him. When you could see again— he was the perfect wreck.

The brunette was waiting for permission. He was desperately begging, voice pitched enough to make it crack. You could hear the warble of a sob building up. Yet the man still sloppily rutted into your cunt, discordant and choppy. He cried softly, “Pleasepleaseplease let me come, please, oh it hurts, I did good yeah? Hurts- nghhh- mhh- gonna pop baby please.”

“Fill me up,” you slurred.

Criston came with a silent scream, shaking all over as he shoved deep and emptied— hot seed overflowing your cunt. He whined and whined as his swollen balls emptied, enough to make your spent body shiver.

The moment of bliss became subdued, his shaky hand reached for a tissue, pulling out, both of you hissing as he caught the excess, getting another few tissues to clean both of you up. Criston quietly pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck, pulling your underwear and hose up.

You turned to help the debauched man get himself clothed and back together. He was quiet, lips quirked a little, smile not quite reaching his eyes. As you buttoned his shirt up and started in on his tie, you looked up.

“I do mean it, I don’t mind this, I think you’re not so bad under your yuppie dick persona you like to put on,” you teased gently, straightening the tie. Criston frowned a bit, exhaling, “I seem to get grief in return every time. But…but I like your sweetness that shines when you’re not preening for your mother.”

He gave a grin this time, a real one that made his eyes crinkle, a glimmer of warmth.

You kissed him again, humming, “Well- since you’re my sweet boy now, maybe Mother and Ali can finally hook up.”

That was the first real laugh you’d heard from the man. He pulled you in close, chuckling, “Perhaps we’re doing everyone a favor if so. We’ll figure out the hoops as they come. Probably will be upsetting our bosses.”

[southern-belle-outcasts]

SHIPPING INFO:// Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog

REPOST. DON'T REBLOG

(Including Remy in this for the sake of simplicity)

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I don't have many because I'm a multishipper. For like, fandom, non-rp content, you have R.omy and A.nidala. That's it. A better question is notp and that's r.ogueneto, I will not be writing it, I filter it to keep it off my dash. But there's all kinds of options for shipping with my muses because I don't have a 'i will only write this one ship' for any one character.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

A lot. It really just depends on how comfy I am with the mun and how much we've developed our muses' relationship. Sometimes the muns I've known for a while can just chuck new ideas at me and we just go head first without development but that's a case by case kind of deal. Brakes start pumping for pregnancy stuff mainly because I don't do fetish content for free, that's a paid service you will not find here- long time partners only. Cheating is a nope, just have no desire to write it. I don't mind other toxic situations, or messy open situationships, but flat out cheating just rubs me wrong. And nothing involving a.b.o. Just, no thank you.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

I ship r.ogan, so clearly age gaps don't bother me lmao. It's more power dynamics, and it's all fake anyways, just depends on the situation. Most of the muses aren't going for anyone much younger than them anyways, it's more older where they might raise eyebrows.

Are you selective when shipping?

A little bit yes, a little bit no? So I do like my ships of all types, not just romantic, but the ones that tend to the more steamy I am most comfy with established with for a variety of reasons. That's not to say sometimes I can't plot for more specific ship types early on with the right person, it just very much depends. Like, Sara/Warren with @wingedwarren was literally started off by a smut meme out the gate. I have never claimed there aren't exceptions they are just Rare AF and Highly Conditional.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I tag consertatively. Meaning if someone's boss or mom were to peep over their shoulder and might be scandalized, I've probably already tagged it as 'nsfw ish' unless we're talking Prude of the Year levels. Usually once things underneath clothes are being given attention, whether or not said clothes have hit the floor. I don't use the rating toggle because it can shadowban your blog and/or make it impossible to cut the thread. But I do tag.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Oh dear. There's so many. If I missed someone I swear it wasn't on purpose. These are all the ships be it familial, friend, hate, romantic, we don't fucking know yet cuz we're still writing it out, you name it. There is no rhyme or reason to the order so do not read into any of that.

Rogue- @meretrixious, @ifyoucatchacriminal, @suffcring, @iomadachd, @revenantinflames, @thefastestaround, @bothsidesofaquestion, @fatummortem

Gabriel- @nacreousxhearts

Sara- @wingedwarren, @meretrixious, @shizumaikushima

Cisco- @brooklynislandgirl, @meretrixious, @morgansmornings

Farrar- @nacreousxhearts, @iomadachd

Nilza- @iomadachd, @suffcring, @meretrixious, @kylo-wrecked, @bothsidesofaquestion, @brooklynislandgirl, @astral-athame, @halliwellauto

Harry- @reallifejedi, @brooklynislandgirl

Kaylee- @nacreousxhearts, @meretrixous, @arthurthefaceless

Padmé- @mynameisanakin, @brooklynislandgirl

Remy- @brooklynislandgirl, @ifyoucatchacriminal, @nacreousxhearts, @abrushwithdeath, @fatummortem, @bothsidesofaquestion, @down-home-charm, @suffcring

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

At least with a small check-in. A fast way to get blocked is start reblogging my fc posts 'xyz's girlfriend' before we've ever started a thread (yes that's happened in the past).

How often do you like to ship?

Shrug, -waves vaguely at the replies that occasionally grace the dash-

Are you multiship?

I am the captain of an armada, and the ships do not ever cross paths unless there's a lot of chit chat between all muns. Which apart from Armin and some other xpeople has been...never. Namely because once I do a three mun polycule ship, someone blows it up. I've learned it's best not to lmao.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

More-or-less. I’m here for juicy writing of all types. {<-stolen}

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Uh...most of my ships are crossover or oc. Current implies I would ever leave X-Men, which...no. Obvs r.omy. I don't much engage with the a.rrowverse fandom anymore. D.resden files would probably be Susan/Harry. That's about it for canon stuff. If this question meant rp stuff, I don't feel like listing favorites there.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Send memes, signal flares, a chancla. Some amount of ooc chitchat is usually helpful (by that i mean about the muses, if there's one thing I don't like doing it's delving into the question "how are you" from someone i barely know cuz it's usually uh...well...it's my life)

tagged by: Taken from @kylo-wrecked and there was probably many others at the time but it's been a minute

tagging: be gay, do crime

[shrenikmarble]

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Expert Guidance: One of the standout features of Shrenik Marble in Kishangarh is their team of experienced professionals. They provide expert advice to help customers select the perfect marble for their projects. Whether you're looking for marble for your flooring, walls, countertops, or decorative pieces, the team ensures that you make the right choice.

Competitive Pricing: Despite offering premium imported marble, Shrenik Marble in Kishangarh ensures that their prices remain competitive. Their ability to source marble directly from international suppliers helps them offer quality products at reasonable rates, making them a preferred choice for buyers.

Customization: Shrenik Marble in Kishangarh provides customization options for customers. Whether you need specific cuts, sizes, or finishes, they offer tailored solutions to meet your project’s unique requirements.

Timely Delivery: Shrenik Marble in Kishangarh understands the importance of timely project completion. They ensure that all orders, whether large or small, are delivered on time and in perfect condition. This commitment to punctuality makes them a reliable partner for construction companies and individual buyers alike.

The Process of Buying Imported Marble

When purchasing imported marble from imported marble dealers in Kishangarh, the process typically involves the following steps:

Consultation: You begin by consulting with a marble dealer like Shrenik Marble in Kishangarh, where they will assist you in selecting the best marble based on your requirements, budget, and aesthetic preferences.

Marble Selection: The next step is to visit the dealer’s showroom and explore the wide range of options available. With expert guidance from the staff, you can choose the marble that best fits your design vision.

Quotation and Negotiation: Once you've selected your marble, the dealer will provide a quote. At Shrenik Marble in Kishangarh, transparent pricing ensures that customers are fully informed of the costs involved.

Delivery and Installation: After the marble is purchased, Shrenik Marble in Kishangarh offers timely delivery and can even assist with installation, ensuring that your project runs smoothly.

Conclusion

For anyone looking to enhance their space with luxurious and high-quality marble, imported marble dealers in Kishangarh offer the perfect solution. With the variety and elegance of imported marble, combined with the expertise of reputable dealers like Shrenik Marble in Kishangarh, you can transform your home or office into an architectural masterpiece. Whether you're seeking marble for flooring, countertops, or decorative features, Shrenik Marble in Kishangarh provides premium products at competitive prices, making it a top choice for marble buyers.

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**Shriram Ambulance** — Fast Medical Transport In Delhi, NCR, Gurugram And Noida

Shriram Ambulance: Fast Medical Transport in Delhi, NCR, Gurugram, and Noida

When it comes to medical emergencies, every second counts. In such situations, having access to a fast, reliable, and professional ambulance service is crucial. Shriram Ambulance has established itself as one of the most trusted names in the medical transport industry, offering fast ambulance services in various nearby villages and cities of Kamla Nagar, Delhi. Whether you’re in need of urgent medical transport within the city or across neighboring towns, Shriram Ambulance ensures swift, safe, and comfortable transportation.

In this blog post, we will explore why Shriram Ambulance is the best choice for fast medical transport and how it serves surrounding villages and cities with efficient, round-the-clock services. We’ll also dive into specific features such as professional medical care, affordability, and more.

Quick Response, Professional Medical Care

One of the core reasons why Shriram Ambulance is highly recommended by both doctors and patients is the quick response time. The ambulance service operates with an average response time of 15–20 minutes within Kamla Nagar, and its surrounding areas such as Azadpur, Shalimar Bagh, and Saraswati Vihar. In case of emergencies, this quick response can significantly reduce the risk and impact of a medical emergency.

Shriram Ambulance is not just about speed — it is about professional care. Each ambulance is staffed by trained paramedics who provide high-quality medical support during transportation. Whether it’s a critical patient or someone needing immediate attention, these professionals are equipped with life-saving equipment to stabilize patients while en route to the hospital.

Ambulance Service Available Round-the-Clock

Emergencies don’t follow a timetable, which is why Shriram Ambulance provides services 24/7, 365 days a year. Whether it’s a medical emergency at midnight or during a national holiday, you can count on Shriram Ambulance to be there when you need them most. Their round-the-clock availability ensures that you are never left without help.

The company serves nearby villages and cities, including Shahabad Dairy, Bawana, Kanjhawala, Alipur, Narela, and many others. Whether you are located in the heart of Delhi or in neighboring towns, the quick response time and accessibility make them an ideal choice for medical transport.

Ambulances Equipped For Emergencies

When it comes to medical emergencies, the quality of the equipment inside the ambulance can make a significant difference in a patient’s survival and recovery. Shriram Ambulance ensures that each ambulance is equipped with state-of-the-art life-saving medical equipment, such as:

Defibrillators (for heart patients)

Oxygen cylinders and ventilation support

IV fluids

Basic and advanced first aid kits

These ambulances are designed to offer advanced medical treatment on the go, whether it’s for a cardiac arrest or a road accident. With these features, Shriram Ambulance ensures that patients receive optimal care even during transportation.

Affordable Ambulance Services in NCR

While fast and professional medical transport is essential, affordability also plays a key role in choosing the right service. Shriram Ambulance understands that medical emergencies can come with unexpected expenses, and as such, they offer affordable ambulance services across the NCR region.

The company provides transparent pricing with no hidden costs. They aim to keep the service as cost-effective as possible while maintaining the highest standards of care. Whether you’re traveling from Kamla Nagar to Dwarka, or from North Delhi to Greater Noida, you can count on Shriram Ambulance to provide competitive pricing for their high-quality services.

Trained Paramedics for Patient Care

One of the most important factors when choosing an ambulance service is the level of training of its staff. Shriram Ambulance hires only highly trained paramedics who specialize in providing life-saving medical care. These professionals are trained to deal with a wide range of emergencies, from cardiac arrest and respiratory failure to trauma care.

Paramedics are also trained to ensure patient comfort during the journey. This is essential as many patients in transit may be in pain or distress. The paramedics aim to provide support and reassurance throughout the entire process.

Fast Medical Transport Across Regions

Shriram Ambulance doesn’t just cater to Kamla Nagar or Delhi alone. Their services extend across the entire Delhi NCR region, including towns like Gurugram, Noida, and Faridabad. They also serve surrounding villages like Samaypur, Khera Kalan, Budhpur, Jahangirpuri, and Rohini.

In these areas, whether you need transport from Nangloi to Gurugram or from Rohini to Noida, Shriram Ambulance guarantees prompt and reliable transport services. Their vehicles are always on standby to provide fast medical transport in the event of emergencies.

Comfortable and Safe Ambulance Rides

While speed and medical care are crucial, comfort and safety cannot be overlooked. Shriram Ambulance ensures that patients are transported in comfortable, safe, and well-maintained vehicles. The ambulances are equipped with air-conditioning, shockproof beds, and safe seating for attendants, ensuring that the patient is comfortable throughout the ride.

Every precaution is taken to ensure that the ambulance is roadworthy, including regular maintenance checks and cleaning. These safety measures minimize risks during transit, ensuring a smooth and safe ride to the hospital.

Reliable Ambulance Service, Expert Team

The team at Shriram Ambulance is dedicated to providing excellent service, from the moment you make the call to when the patient reaches the hospital. The reliable team includes:

Dispatch coordinators who ensure that the nearest available ambulance is dispatched immediately

Paramedics trained to handle medical emergencies on the way

Support staff who coordinate with hospitals for smooth patient transfer

Each member of the team works seamlessly to ensure that the patient receives the best possible care during transit. Shriram Ambulance has earned its reputation as a trusted provider of emergency medical services across Delhi, NCR, Gurugram, and Noida.

Conclusion

In emergencies, Shriram Ambulance offers fast, affordable, and professional medical transport services in Delhi and surrounding regions. Whether you are in Kamla Nagar, Shahbad, or nearby cities like Mundka, Loni, or Burari, you can rely on Shriram Ambulance for swift and safe transportation. With trained paramedics, fully equipped ambulances, and 24/7 availability, the service stands out as one of the most trusted ambulance services in NCR.

To book an ambulance, visit www.shriramambulance.com or call us at 9899193009 or 8130421991 for immediate assistance.

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Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. How do I book an ambulance with Shriram Ambulance?  You can easily book an ambulance by visiting the official website www.shriramambulance.com or calling 9899193009 or 8130421991. Our customer support team is available 24/7 to help you with bookings and provide immediate assistance.

2. Are Shriram Ambulances equipped for emergency situations?  Yes, all Shriram Ambulances are fully equipped with advanced life-saving equipment such as oxygen cylinders, defibrillators, IV fluids, and first aid kits to handle various medical emergencies during transport.

3. Can Shriram Ambulance reach nearby villages like Narela or Shahabad Dairy?  Absolutely! Shriram Ambulance serves not just Kamla Nagar but also nearby villages and towns like Narela, Shahabad Dairy, Bawana, and Alipur, offering fast and reliable medical transport across the NCR region.

4. Is Shriram Ambulance service affordable?  Yes, Shriram Ambulance offers affordable pricing without compromising on the quality of service. We aim to provide transparent and competitive pricing for all emergency transport services across Delhi, NCR, Gurugram, and Noida.

5. What makes Shriram Ambulance different from other services? Shriram Ambulance stands out due to its quick response time, trained paramedics, fully equipped ambulances, and affordable services. Our team is committed to providing the best patient care while ensuring a safe and comfortable ride to the hospital.

For reliable, fast, and professional ambulance services in the Delhi NCR region, Shriram Ambulance is the name you can trust. Book today and ensure your loved ones receive the best possible care during emergencies!

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For the latest updates on emergency medical services, health tips, and life-saving advice, be sure to like, share, and subscribe to the Shriram Ambulance YouTube channel. Our channel offers valuable insights on handling medical emergencies, tips on staying safe, and expert guidance on ensuring timely care in critical situations. By subscribing, you’ll stay informed about the latest developments in healthcare and emergency response. Join our community and stay connected to receive essential advice that could save lives when you need it the most!

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Nowadays, there are numerous pre-scheduled happenings in the Chicago, IL location. If you want to visit the above-mentioned place in the future, you’ll have many choices on where to go. As such, it is vital to check out online articles to find the best events. First, there will be Let It Happen: Tame Impala Dance Party [Chicago] on Saturday, November 16, 2024, at around 9:00 PM, at Subterranean. Second, the 'It Was the Night Before Christkindl market - Opening Night Event 2024 is scheduled on Thursday, November 21, 2024, at around 5:00 PM, at Christkindl market Chicago. Lastly, you can opt to attend the TBOX | Chicago's 28th Annual 12 Bars of Xmas/Santa Crawl | 25+ Wrigley Bars on Saturday, December 14, 2024, at around 10:00 AM, at 3655 N Sheffield Avenue.

360 CHICAGO in Chicago, IL

Are you acquainted with 360 CHICAGO? Basically, the aforementioned place is one of Chicago’s top attractions. If you want a fulfilling vacation there, all you have to do is book a hotel nearby. Basically, this observation deck that is located on the 94th floor of 875 Michigan Avenue and is formerly the John Hancock Center, is remarkable. Moreover, it is situated 1,000ft above the Magnificent Mile. Besides, you can visit the observation deck for spectacular 360 views of the Chicago skyline and Lake Michigan, take a ride on TILT—Chicago’s Highest Thrill ride, and more. Furthermore, one of their guests shared a review online that, "Excellent food excellent service really enjoyed the views staff very friendly."

Reports: Kyle Hendricks signs with Angels

There are many inspiring news reports in Chicago, IL area. In a recent news article, the topic was about sports. Reportedly, the last World Series champion who played for the Cubs, Kyle Hendricks, is reportedly headed to the Angels after becoming a free agent. Aside from that, it was mentioned in the news that he has agreed to a one-year deal for $3 million, according to multiple reports. Besides, it will be a homecoming for Hendricks, 34. Then, he was raised in the Los Angeles suburb of Newport Beach. Last offseason, Hoyer and company exercised Hendricks’ player option for 2023 for $16 million.

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**Shriram Ambulance** — Fast Medical Transport In Delhi, NCR, Gurugram And Noida

Shriram Ambulance: Fast Medical Transport in Delhi, NCR, Gurugram, and Noida

When it comes to medical emergencies, every second counts. In such situations, having access to a fast, reliable, and professional ambulance service is crucial. Shriram Ambulance has established itself as one of the most trusted names in the medical transport industry, offering fast ambulance services in various nearby villages and cities of Kamla Nagar, Delhi. Whether you’re in need of urgent medical transport within the city or across neighboring towns, Shriram Ambulance ensures swift, safe, and comfortable transportation.

In this blog post, we will explore why Shriram Ambulance is the best choice for fast medical transport and how it serves surrounding villages and cities with efficient, round-the-clock services. We’ll also dive into specific features such as professional medical care, affordability, and more.

Quick Response, Professional Medical Care

One of the core reasons why Shriram Ambulance is highly recommended by both doctors and patients is the quick response time. The ambulance service operates with an average response time of 15–20 minutes within Kamla Nagar, and its surrounding areas such as Azadpur, Shalimar Bagh, and Saraswati Vihar. In case of emergencies, this quick response can significantly reduce the risk and impact of a medical emergency.

Shriram Ambulance is not just about speed — it is about professional care. Each ambulance is staffed by trained paramedics who provide high-quality medical support during transportation. Whether it’s a critical patient or someone needing immediate attention, these professionals are equipped with life-saving equipment to stabilize patients while en route to the hospital.

Ambulance Service Available Round-the-Clock

Emergencies don’t follow a timetable, which is why Shriram Ambulance provides services 24/7, 365 days a year. Whether it’s a medical emergency at midnight or during a national holiday, you can count on Shriram Ambulance to be there when you need them most. Their round-the-clock availability ensures that you are never left without help.

The company serves nearby villages and cities, including Shahabad Dairy, Bawana, Kanjhawala, Alipur, Narela, and many others. Whether you are located in the heart of Delhi or in neighboring towns, the quick response time and accessibility make them an ideal choice for medical transport.

Ambulances Equipped For Emergencies

When it comes to medical emergencies, the quality of the equipment inside the ambulance can make a significant difference in a patient’s survival and recovery. Shriram Ambulance ensures that each ambulance is equipped with state-of-the-art life-saving medical equipment, such as:

Defibrillators (for heart patients)

Oxygen cylinders and ventilation support

IV fluids

Basic and advanced first aid kits

These ambulances are designed to offer advanced medical treatment on the go, whether it’s for a cardiac arrest or a road accident. With these features, Shriram Ambulance ensures that patients receive optimal care even during transportation.

Affordable Ambulance Services in NCR

While fast and professional medical transport is essential, affordability also plays a key role in choosing the right service. Shriram Ambulance understands that medical emergencies can come with unexpected expenses, and as such, they offer affordable ambulance services across the NCR region.

The company provides transparent pricing with no hidden costs. They aim to keep the service as cost-effective as possible while maintaining the highest standards of care. Whether you’re traveling from Kamla Nagar to Dwarka, or from North Delhi to Greater Noida, you can count on Shriram Ambulance to provide competitive pricing for their high-quality services.

Trained Paramedics for Patient Care

One of the most important factors when choosing an ambulance service is the level of training of its staff. Shriram Ambulance hires only highly trained paramedics who specialize in providing life-saving medical care. These professionals are trained to deal with a wide range of emergencies, from cardiac arrest and respiratory failure to trauma care.

Paramedics are also trained to ensure patient comfort during the journey. This is essential as many patients in transit may be in pain or distress. The paramedics aim to provide support and reassurance throughout the entire process.

Fast Medical Transport Across Regions

Shriram Ambulance doesn’t just cater to Kamla Nagar or Delhi alone. Their services extend across the entire Delhi NCR region, including towns like Gurugram, Noida, and Faridabad. They also serve surrounding villages like Samaypur, Khera Kalan, Budhpur, Jahangirpuri, and Rohini.

In these areas, whether you need transport from Nangloi to Gurugram or from Rohini to Noida, Shriram Ambulance guarantees prompt and reliable transport services. Their vehicles are always on standby to provide fast medical transport in the event of emergencies.

Comfortable and Safe Ambulance Rides

While speed and medical care are crucial, comfort and safety cannot be overlooked. Shriram Ambulance ensures that patients are transported in comfortable, safe, and well-maintained vehicles. The ambulances are equipped with air-conditioning, shockproof beds, and safe seating for attendants, ensuring that the patient is comfortable throughout the ride.

Every precaution is taken to ensure that the ambulance is roadworthy, including regular maintenance checks and cleaning. These safety measures minimize risks during transit, ensuring a smooth and safe ride to the hospital.

Reliable Ambulance Service, Expert Team

The team at Shriram Ambulance is dedicated to providing excellent service, from the moment you make the call to when the patient reaches the hospital. The reliable team includes:

Dispatch coordinators who ensure that the nearest available ambulance is dispatched immediately

Paramedics trained to handle medical emergencies on the way

Support staff who coordinate with hospitals for smooth patient transfer

Each member of the team works seamlessly to ensure that the patient receives the best possible care during transit. Shriram Ambulance has earned its reputation as a trusted provider of emergency medical services across Delhi, NCR, Gurugram, and Noida.

Conclusion

In emergencies, Shriram Ambulance offers fast, affordable, and professional medical transport services in Delhi and surrounding regions. Whether you are in Kamla Nagar, Shahbad, or nearby cities like Mundka, Loni, or Burari, you can rely on Shriram Ambulance for swift and safe transportation. With trained paramedics, fully equipped ambulances, and 24/7 availability, the service stands out as one of the most trusted ambulance services in NCR.

To book an ambulance, visit www.shriramambulance.com or call us at 9899193009 or 8130421991 for immediate assistance.

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Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. How do I book an ambulance with Shriram Ambulance?  You can easily book an ambulance by visiting the official website www.shriramambulance.com or calling 9899193009 or 8130421991. Our customer support team is available 24/7 to help you with bookings and provide immediate assistance.

2. Are Shriram Ambulances equipped for emergency situations?  Yes, all Shriram Ambulances are fully equipped with advanced life-saving equipment such as oxygen cylinders, defibrillators, IV fluids, and first aid kits to handle various medical emergencies during transport.

3. Can Shriram Ambulance reach nearby villages like Narela or Shahabad Dairy?  Absolutely! Shriram Ambulance serves not just Kamla Nagar but also nearby villages and towns like Narela, Shahabad Dairy, Bawana, and Alipur, offering fast and reliable medical transport across the NCR region.

4. Is Shriram Ambulance service affordable?  Yes, Shriram Ambulance offers affordable pricing without compromising on the quality of service. We aim to provide transparent and competitive pricing for all emergency transport services across Delhi, NCR, Gurugram, and Noida.

5. What makes Shriram Ambulance different from other services? Shriram Ambulance stands out due to its quick response time, trained paramedics, fully equipped ambulances, and affordable services. Our team is committed to providing the best patient care while ensuring a safe and comfortable ride to the hospital.

For reliable, fast, and professional ambulance services in the Delhi NCR region, Shriram Ambulance is the name you can trust. Book today and ensure your loved ones receive the best possible care during emergencies!

“Like, share, and subscribe for Shriram Ambulance Youtube Channel.”

For the latest updates on emergency medical services, health tips, and life-saving advice, be sure to like, share, and subscribe to the Shriram Ambulance YouTube channel. Our channel offers valuable insights on handling medical emergencies, tips on staying safe, and expert guidance on ensuring timely care in critical situations. By subscribing, you’ll stay informed about the latest developments in healthcare and emergency response. Join our community and stay connected to receive essential advice that could save lives when you need it the most!

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