#Henry viii x reader

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Husband Henry VIII Headcanons (Romantic)

❝ 👑 — lady l: This has been in my draft for a while but I decided to finish it now lol. Hope you like it! Forgive me for any mistakes. ❤️🧡

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, toxic relationship, mention of death perhaps.

❝👑pairing: yandere!henry viii x female!reader.

You had already dreamed of marrying a King, of becoming his Queen and giving birth to his heirs, a romantic fantasy that you and many other young women have dreamed of. They were mere fantasies of romance that you made up, but never really thought it would happen or become the obsession of one of the most infamous Kings in the history of England.

Your dreams remained as they were, dreams of a young lady. The King of the country where you lived was already married, so there wasn't much chance of you marrying him. Your family was of noble enough origin and had considerable wealth, but nothing too extravagant.

Until your older sister's marriage to a powerful man, close to the King. With that, your family immediately moved to the English Court, excited about their new status. Your father was particularly eager to marry you off to a powerful man as well.

Henry was dissatisfied with his wife, Anne, she had failed to conceive the much-desired male heir he so desperately wanted. His wandering eyes began to wander to the young women of the Court and when he laid eyes on you, he knew you would be the one to give him what he wanted.

Henry's captivating gazes seemed to follow you wherever you went and it began to unnerve you. A hint of excitement perhaps, but you knew it was a dangerous game to get involved with the King, especially when he was married.

Your parents were immensely happy with the King's interest in you. If you became his mistress, it would bring benefits and riches to your family. And when Henry got tired of you, you could perhaps marry a man with a noble title. Maybe a Duke or a Marquis.

But you didn't want to be his mistress or anyone's mistress. You wanted a husband and not a mere toy that he could always discard later. Your resistance angered your parents but attracted Henry even more. Your rejecting him has stirred him up, and bewitched him even more. Whenever you were in a room, Henry's eyes would be on you.

All of Henry’s attention was on you and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He didn't even try to hide his affection for you, he sent you gifts and letters constantly. You reciprocated, sending him letters in return, but always remaining firm in your convictions.

Before long, Henry was deeply in love with you and quickly got rid off his current wife, Anne. When he asked you to marry him, shortly after his separation from Anne, you hesitated but accepted. You would finally become his and his alone.

Once you were married, Henry became more possessive than ever. He already didn't like the looks other gentlemen gave you, but now that you were officially his, it would be considered a crime of treason. And we know how he deals with betrayal.

You were his perfect Queen, so sweet and so, well, perfect. Henry makes a point of reminding you of that every day, about how perfect you were for him. He really was in love, so he kept on your side the whole time. His eyes remained only on you.

Henry truly values ​​you and your opinion. It is not a custom, but he would be willing to listen to your wishes and political opinions (if you have any) on matters of state. You are his Queen, after all. If it was your wish, if you were Catholic, Henry could even try to restore Catholicism in England.

He really loved you, maybe not in the conventional way, but he did. Henry would listen to your wishes, fulfill them and all he wants in return is his love. He will not tolerate people speaking ill of you and will condemn anyone who does so for treason.

Henry would be loyal to you, he would take care of you until your death. He wants to have children with you, a family, a male heir, but he also wants to be with you. He could be himself and not the King of England.

And when you finally gave him his long-awaited male heir, Henry knew he would never let you go or let anything happen to you. After all, you are his wife and his Queen. And Henry doesn't handle treason very well.

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic! Father Henry VIII x Reader

The moment you were born, Henry felt like he should be disappointed that you were born a girl like he how felt with Mary, but instead he felt nothing but love towards you.

He is fiercely protective of you, constantly keeping a watchful eye, ensuring you are surrounded by trusted companions.

Henry VIII is known for his powerful presence, but around you, he softens, displaying a more nurturing side that few get to witness.

Father-daughter bonding time is when Henry indulges you with extravagant gifts and lavish attention.

Your father felt threatened when Catherine, your mother, started to become the center of your attention.

That's where he decided to annul the marriage and get with Anne Boleyn who promised to birth him a male heir.

Your mother and older sister left the court, yet you were to stay with Henry.

Henry wants a male heir not only to rule England after his passing but to also protect you, having a brother will assure that you have a secure future in court.

Or at least that's what he believes.

Also you receive many suitors one of which, is the handsome Edward Seymour.

But your father turns them all down deeming them all unsuitable for his Tudor flower, you.

After hearing the news of your mother on her dying bed, you tried to convince your father to allow you and Mary to visit her.

But he refused.

This made you distance yourself from your father.

After, Anne Boleyn gets beheaded, Jane Seymour dies, you find yourself becoming a mother figure to your younger siblings.

Adding to that, Mary returned to court during Jane Seymour's marriage, so your bonding with her became stronger.

Things were going well, until you have been infected by sweating sickness.

It was a nightmare for Henry, seeing you weak and laying in bed, and he could not do anything to save you.

"Oh God, no, don't take away my sweet girl, not her, please"

He stayed by your bedside until you passed away at the age of barely twenty.

[gulnarsultan]

Can you do Yandere King Henry Viii and Yandere Charles brandon (they are both married) where both are in a ploy relationship with Mistress Reader?

Hello. I hope you like it.

" Scenario"

In fact, these two men are good friends. Honestly, there are many possibilities as to how you met. There may be several reasons why you started a multiple relationship.

Maybe you were the first Charles' lover. He was either forced to share it with Henry or consented to it voluntarily.

Maybe you met both at the same time. There was competition. The advice of starting a relationship with the two was put forward.

They were both married. However, neither of them loved or cared much about their wives. Moreover, what both men wanted most, their wives could not give them. They both wanted male heirs to continue their lineage. You recently attended court. Honestly, you never expected the two most powerful men in the country to fall in love with you and develop obsessions. They both started courting you. In a short time, the courtship period ended with the two men making you their legal mistress. A very beautiful room in the palace and many servants were given to you. You had the most expensive and best of everything. They did not allow other men to approach you. They even frowned at women who approached you too friendly. No one could disrespect you. You were not allowed to leave your room without their permission. You had several sons in a short time.

With Henry viii

Edward

Richard

With Charles

Henry

Edmund

Your children were legitimized by Henry and Charles from the moment they were born. They were the best fathers in the world for your children. There is no escape from these two men until your last breath.

[bellarkeselection]

A Child Will Come From Love

Request from @supernaturalgirl30 King Henry short where its his wedding day and its the ball and y/n is a bit nervous to give him a child cuz his mother was pushing that on her (Really enjoyed writing this one only a few more hours left before I close requests again❤️)

Brushing my fingers over the golden dress staring at myself In the mirror seeing the tiny golden crown sitting on top of my head with a red rose jewel in the middle of it. Henry and I were wed in love surprisingly enough since I was born a few seconds after my twin sister so he still got a York wife like he needed to keep the throne of our family. But with that came the pressure from his lady mother about me needing to produce a boy to ensure the reign would last. Crossing the hall the ball for tonight was in full swing but Henry rose from his throne no longer bored at seeing my presence breaking through the crowd intertwining my hands with his. “My queen, these things are always boring until you come.” I smiled leaning up on my toes feeling his mother watching us closely so I whispered as I broke the kiss. “Can we talk in private about something, Henry?” He nodded leading me into the hallway where the loud sounds of the party died down through the stone walls grateful that he would give me anything if I simply asked him even before we were crowned and wed this morning.

“So what did you want to talk about, darling?” He asked watching me drop my hands from his eyeing him up and down admitting to myself that the golden crown sitting on his brown curls standing in the light radiating off the torches made him even more attractive than before. “Your mother has been pressuring me in the weeks before we were wed this morning that I must provide you an heir and do nothing else but that. She says over and over again that you must be given a boy, an heir for the throne of England. And I’m just - I’m terrified of the pressure - I mean what if we try and I can’t - it is what I was born to do-“ He cuts off my crying of panic crashing his lips onto mine cradling my face in his hands feeling me barely kiss back before he broke it. He wiped tears away for me before he softly spoke back. “Forget whatever worries my mother may have put in your head. The future doesn’t deserve to worried about. We will have a child not for duty but for love.”

Gripping the fabric of his cloak I wanted to believe what he was saying but his mother hadn’t left me alone she was there every time after I talked with my mother or Henry. “Henry, what if I can’t conceive though. I mean it has naoto some women. I love you and I want a child.” I started rambling again until he wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me closer to him kissing me deeply. Wrapping my arms around his neck we broke the heated kiss seeing he had a playful smirk on his face. “You once told me that you feared the consummation then anything else so stop worrying about something you can’t control Y/n. Just be in the moment with me. In fact let’s retreat from here before they realize we are gone. It’s just you and I now, Henry and Y/n. No king or Queen, just us.” Grinning up at my husband I wrapped my arms around his neck once more finally kissing him where he kissed me back suddenly dragging me into our room and locking the door. Knowing we would worry about an heir when the day came but for now it was just our love that matters most.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[mackeydoodledoo]

Pov: Catherine of Aragon chooses you specifically to be her "Lady in Waiting"

A/n: I went to see SIX [The US Tour Boleyn Cast] once, and now it's my new hyperfixation. You can kinda tell who my favorite queen is

It's very rare that the Six wives would 'propose' to a Lady in Waiting while touring. First of all, there's only four of you. Second, they're singing to compete for who had it worse with Henry VIII after all.

You were a part of that "Ladies in Waiting" Band, interacting with the Queens between shows was difficult for you, especially. To at least catch the attention of the Golden Queen: Catherine of Aragon.

But seeing how she was always bitter about her divorce with Henry VIII, you just kept your feelings to yourself

It wasn't like you were King Henry VIII's younger sister

You often like to be by your lonesome between shows. To practice even more before the evening show.

That was... Until Catherine of Aragon began joining you on your extra practice sessions.

You also helped her in any way you could with her solo No Way.

You slowly opened up to the idea of enjoying someone's company.

She would often be the one to bring the both of you lunch while you remain behind.

One day, you made the decision to go with her to a lunch outing.

You underestimated how fun it is to be around people. Catherine of Aragon showed that to you.

Right before the evening show, you began unraveling how you felt about her, to her face

"Every time I watch you, whether it was rehearsal or a show... I'm... I'm in awe. I see how your crown makes it look like it was made from the rays of the sun... My Lady, you are as beautiful as the first sunrise..."

Catherine got down on a knee and 'proposes'

"Will you be my 'Lady in Waiting'?"

She gives you a gold rose to place somewhere on your instrument or outfit

Aragon smiles smugly as she catches every glimpse of you wearing the gold rose with pride

Boleyn, Seymour, Cleves, Howard & Parr were surprised to see Catherine finally boasting about something that wasn't about her bitter resentment towards Henry.

[jely-bely]

Ex Wives

Divorced💛

Beheaded💚

Died💀

Divorced❤

Beheaded💗

Survived💎

[countrymusiclover]

Anyone who has watched The White Queen/Princess series I am considering to write a book x reader for it. If anyone is interested let me know and I will post it once I possibly start writing it ❤️

[emmaofnormandy]

~The salvation of the sinner: a queen and her knight [a world where there’s no Thomas Seymour]~ [part I]

28 January 1547. Palace of Whitehall.

Once again, Katheryn Parr was left a widow. Three husbands went to the grave, leaving a vast inheritance for her and great responsibilities to lead. For the first time since 1483, England had a Dowager Queen of England. But beneath the title and the official grieving, there lied a woman who ached for something she did not know. 

Or perhaps she did. Though dutiful as she was, she remained a woman with needs and sentiments. But it’s been so long she knew duty that by now duty was all she knew. She had little time to think about it. She may not be queen anymore, she could breathe out of relief now that the king she feared lives no more, nonetheless... there were duties (as often were) expecting to be performed.

That year promised to be tough for Katheryn. The former queen of England was treated with respect and all honours to her position. Yet, something seemed amiss... She felt unhappy, and could hardly mask her sentiments, also used for political reasons. To many, she was not merely a grieving queen, but a grieving wife.

She leaned on her duties as a widow and as queen, giving space to her stepson fulfill his role as king in spite of his age. Katheryn was aware that some close to him--and she suspected this would be in the person of the Duchess of Somerset--saw her with suspicious: as a dowager queen, young and beautiful, could she remarry? 

Staying at the court was too much for her, though. Katheryn wanted nothing to do with politics. So that way she announced to king Edward her wishes of departing to her inheritance at the north, right at the castle of Sudeley. Her heart seemed to break when she saw the disappointment in Edward’s eyes. 

He wants me to stay. I wish I could, but I cannot.

When she stepped towards him, she knelt so she could match his height even though Edward was growing taller for his age.

“Your Majesty, I’ll never be far from you. I assure you that when you need me, I’ll be here for you to serve and obey.” Katheryn smiled. She was genuinely fond of the boy. “Write me as much as you wish, but be mindful of your duties. Always. To God, to England and to your conscience.”

“Of course, my lady. May He bless you.” There were unspoken words, choked by formalities that, nonetheless, reached those piercing blue eyes. Katheryn embraced him fondly. 

But before she was ready to depart with her retinue, the king told her he’d not let her to move north without good men to protect her. That was how she was introduced to this knight, a loyalist named Anakin Skywalker.

***

Anakin had been sent by the Jedi Council in order to prevent the Planet Earth to suffer further attacks by the Separatists. In that manner, he was instruced to spend one or two years in each part of that region in order to make sure they were seized and sent to jail. But after a while, Obi-Wan contacted him to instruct his Padawan another mission he was to take: to protect the Dowager Queen of England and make sure she’d not fall victim to the enemies’s hands.

“I thought most of them had been destroyed”, said Anakin, rather out of surprise.

“Unfortunately, some of them are still yet to be found”, lamented Obi-Wan. “When I get more information, I’ll send those to you. But in the meantime, do as you are told. Be careful, Anakin. This planet, as far as I know, is a very odd one in matters of costumes and thoughts.”

The younger Jedi snorted. “As if spending almost three years and a half here had not showed me that. But I’ll be careful, Master, do not worry about that.”

After that, much against his will, he went to this England kingdom where, as everything was arranged, he was expected to meet it’s new king. To his surprise, Anakin was met by a youngling. 

Could younglings rule with the authority of a king? My, Obi-Wan was right in saying this is a very odd planet. 

Even though Anakin could tell there was a council to respond for the king’s actions and rule in his behald until he reached majority, it was difficult for him to take the words of nine year old seriously. Yet, he could not dismiss the task he was assigned for. So he waited.

“My lord, I am glad your journeyed to us safely. I pray you came with no trouble whatsoever?”

Anakin had little patience to deal with politics and all that formalities due to the position they occupy, but when looking at the youngling standing right in front of him, the Jedi came to know this was a child who would never know the delights of infancy, whose innocence was being stripped away by the heavy burden he was expected to carry until the day he died. When coming to this perspective, Anakin pitied him. 

So his featured softened as he addressed the boy king:

“I did, yes, Your Majesty. I appreciate your concernings. I pray to find you well this day too, my lord. One can only think of all the duties that have been taking your day.”

Edward seemed to sympathize with him and Anakin smiled as he perceived it through the Force. 

“Indeed, sir. A king is expected to attend meetings and bring many solutions to a realm’s issues.” A reply that got Anakin’s eyebrows lifted. “The reason why we fetched you to us is that we require your services to protect our mother, the dowager queen of England. She has informed us her desire to depart to the north but we fear for her security.”

“I will do as Your Majesty commands”, vowed Anakin, bowing his head. 

“We appreciate it”, said the king, looking relieved.

Anakin wondered if there was another reason why he’d feel this way, but one could only especulate.

“Do you have a date, Majesty?”

It was when he heard the voice of the king’s regent for the first time.

“As soon as possible”, said the duke of Somerset. “We sincerely wished she’d stay in order to follow the proceedings to His Majesty’s governing, becoming the point where the last regime is supplanted by a new one.”

Anakin glanced at the regent with suspicious eyes, but dared not to speak his mind. I’m here to fulfill my duty, that is all.

“I’m staying here until I am further needed then”, informed the Jedi.

The duke of Somerset stared at him cooly, almost as if he was foreseeing the future.

“I’ll make sure to inform you the date, my lord.”

***

So there they were. The former queen entered the carriage with lady Elizabeth and Anakin as her ladies would come in a different vehicle. Katheryn had found Anakin pleasant to her eyes, not expecting a knight to be possessed with such...handsomely features.

Nonetheless, she masked her perceptions well, even though the Jedi Knight could tell something was going through her mind. But out of respect he decided not to investigate.

“You are a quiet man”, said the queen after a while. They were sitting in front of each other and as gallops began the pace, the journey out of the court she detested relieved her spirits. “My daughter and I were wondering what kind of knight you may be.”

Anakin turned his storming eyes to the red-headed young princess that took the queen’s side. Her dark eyes, a contrast to Katheryn’s light brown eyes, were staring curiously at him. The Jedi could tell he was being avaliated as if he was worth of the royal presence’s trust. He almost found that amusing.

Looking back at the mistress he was expected to protect and serve, he could not help but feeling captivated by her ginger locks and coy smile. But I know my place.

“I am a man of actions, my lady. I fear I am not one very much of words”, said he simply.

“On that case, I should be the judge of that”, remarked Katheryn with a sly smirk. “But between us, sir, why would a widow like myself be in danger in this country, enough to have a knight as yourself as a protector?”

“I am but a knight, Your Majesty, not a politician”, said Anakin, though a small smirk could be seen twitching upon his lips.

“Even so, a knight has opinions. We all have”, she insisted. “What could I possibly offer to earn a great deal of protection? Is it because of the title fairly bestowed to me?”

“You ask me difficult questions, Majesty. A knight who serves does not dare to questions the duties he’s been assigned to.” 

It was when lady Elizabeth intruded in the conversation:

“You speak like an Arthurian knight. Surely a man like yourself must be familiar with the doings of Lancelot or, better yet, William the Marshall.”

Anakin did no respond her right away. All these years spent in that Planet, especially with the nobility, told him how proud of their ancestors those people could be. Sometimes he missed the Galactic Republic where these things were far less perceptible. A voice in the back of his mind wondered whether duchess Satine would ever praise those who came before her in such a manner.

But, however homesick he may be, he knew it was not his place to judge these people. He actually remembered Ahsoka, his Padawan, and how she liked to point his knightly virtues whenever Obi-Wan criticized him. A memory ever so cherished almost brought a smile to his lips.

“Indeed. Although I do not think I mirror myself in Lancelot this much, Your Highness.”

“Oh. Why not?”, inquired lady Elizabeth, rather baffled for meeting someone who does not look up to Lancelot. 

“Knights who betray their masters to love their queens are not worthy of praising. It’s dishonest if I may speak freely”.

“That is a concept few discuss upon”, said Katheryn, observing the conversation. “But a king ever so cold should leave his queen unloved?”

Anakin had no answer to matters of love. In fact, as Obi-Wan liked to point out to him, he was far too judgemental where he lacked experience. Hence the silence.

“You should not be afraid to speak your mind, my lord. We are friends here”, she assured him. “Besides, we are merely discussing a novel we all enjoy ourselves reading, are we not?”

But was it really? Not even Katheryn had the response, perhaps fearful of what it might be. As the three of them began to grow quieter and lady Elizabeth fall asleep, she was reminded of the days she was queen. Afraid of what her fate would be, how often wasn’t she found praying for safety? How often wasn’t she... afraid, fearful for her life? 

It feels strange to be released of my marital vows. To be alone once again. A widow one more time. I’m free. But freedom has a different taste to my tongue.

As if he was capturing her thoughts, Anakin broke the silence, intrigued by her presence:

“What was it like to be his queen?”, the Jedi knight inquired, surprising Katheryn by his sudden interest.

“It was...”, she hesitated. Could she trust him with the truth? Though in his eyes, she knew she could, Katheryn would rather protect herself. “...a privilege. I was content. He was a good husband.”

Neither believed in the lies that rolled out so naturally of her tongue.

“I wish I could have given him children”, said she, more to herself. “Then I would have fulfilled the role I was expected to perform. Being a queen, my lord, is more than wearing fine robes and exhibing jewelry. It is more than being a dutiful wife.”

She smiled, but it was devoid of joy. Anakin felt her pain.

“But God willed me to be barren, I suppose.” 

“And yet you survived him”, the words he spoke came naturally. He should regret it, but he did not.

Katheryn smiled at his blunt words, but this time her smile was more sincere.

“As God wanted me to. Who are we when He calls us home? Who are we before his will?”

“Forgive me for being rather cheeky, Your Grace, but do you not have any doubts? Have you never...questioned?”, Anakin found himself unable to part the gaze that so suddenly held them both captive of one another.

He asks me if I have questioned my faith. Katheryn stared at him in silence. I could reprehend him, but... when I was chosen to be queen, did I not question Him? Did I not falter before the great test He put me to proof? 

And Anakin’s words (”and yet you survived him...”) continuously hammered against her mind.

“When you have faith, master Skywalker, adversities come to test you. But even when we are surrounded by storms of every kind, we ought to be thankful and praise the Lord for the opportunity of showing Him why He chose us.”

The Jedi said nothing else as he reclined back against the wall and with a sigh, looked away. Through the window, he observed the rise of twilight, watching the sunset and the rise of stars. Soon the moon would come. The journey seemed to weight on him.

“Did you ever come to good terms with your conscience upon the doubts that haunt you?”, inquired Katheryn.

As Anakin looked back at the queen, he was baffled by how easily she read him. And yet I don’t feel the force in her.

She smiled.

“I have come to other men like you before. It is natural that when we come across some trauma, we respond it with questions. My... my late husband was not different. Do not put so much pressure on you. Soon, He will give you the answer you are looking for, whatever that may be.”

The Jedi did not say nothing for a long time. Yet, suddenly he heard himself saying:

“Do we all deserve salvations, Your Majesty?’

To which Katheryn, giving him a knowing glance, responded:

“We do, Master Skywalker. As sinners we all may be, God does not turn away from those He chooses. Something tells me you are soon to find a salvation yourself.”

Anakin chuckles softly, but a sort of sadness glinted in his eyes.

“I pray you are right, Your Majesty.”

Katheryn offered her hand to take and as he reluctantly did so, she closed her eyes and prayed. The simplicity in the words that the Jedi heard soothed the darkness that not so long ago threatened to choke his light side. It all seemed that, by her side, he found the balance he needed all along...

(to be continue)

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Y/n Doing Media

masterlist

taylor swift x fem!NHL!reader

note: just getting to know yn better!

The woman was walking up the tunnel on her way onto the ice for practice, but seeing the media girl having her phone out and a question, she stopped. Unlike most of the guys, Y/n really liked doing media, and the silly little questions they would get asked.

Today the question was ‘What would your goal song be if you had to pick’ an answer immediately popping into her head the woman quickly says, “The Man by Taylor Swift.” starting to run off as if she did something bad, gaining a laugh from the young media intern.

-

“‘Loudest on the team’?” blowing out a sigh, she thought for a moment before she realised the answer was obvious, “If not me, it has to be Smith.”

-

For the Dads and mentors trip, Y/n’s dad jumped at the opportunity to tell a fun fact about his daughter. He’s always so proud of her, and making her dream come true, he could never shut up about his daughter being the first woman in the NHL

“A fun fact about Y/n is.. When she was 13, she started playing for the boys A hockey team. And she came home after a practice once, when the boys gave her a particularly hard time and she said to me, ‘Dad, I know the boys don’t like me playing with them, and I thought it was because I’m a girl. But I think it’s because I’m better than them.’ And she was right! The next season she was playing for the boys AA team.”

-

Being the only woman on the team, when all the boys were getting asked if they think about the Roman Empire, Y/n was asked what she thinks the female version of the Roman Empire is.

“I think either Princess Diana or Henry VIII’s wives.” “Interesting.” “Thank you!”

-

Y/n was brought into the dressing room to answer some questions for the Devils tiktok page, her first question being one she is very passionate about. Ranking pizza toppings.

“Pineapple.” “Five. Oh my god, an abomination. Too Sweet.”

“Peppers.” “One- well.. If it’s green peppers one, but if it’s red or orange it’s the same problem as the pineapple, it’s too sweet. It like off-sets the pizza’s balance.”

“Sausage.” “Umm.. I would say three. Let's play it safe.”

“Pepperoni.” “Two.”

“Meatball and Onion.” “Safe to say I have never had that as a pizza topping, but I would try it.”

-

“So I just have to say if I think Taylor Swift or Bruce Springsteen said it?” getting a nod of confirmation from the team media girl, Y/n continues reading off the quote, “‘He looks up grinning like a devil, it’s new’ Taylor Swift. Easy. Can I get some harder ones?”

[talaok]

Spencer Reid

♡ = smut        ☆= fluff         ➹ = angst

I’ve dreamed of this  →   You are a part of the BAU, and for the longest time you and Dr. Spencer Reid had been best of friends, even when it was clear to everyone else, and at times to you, that you should be more than that, and when something almost happens on a night out with the team, everything is destined to change.

[ pt. I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII -IX - X ]

2)Thank you mommy → You help Spencer take his mind off a tough case (♡)

3) Only yours →   Spencer's jealous but you reassure him   (☆)  

4)Torture → You surprise Spencer with a new lingerie set (♡)

5)Late night → Derek asks spencer about a late night he had. (☆)

6)I want one → You come to a realization as you see Spencer with Henry  (☆)  

7)Flowers → Spencer gifts all the BAU women  flowers because nobody knows about your relationship (☆)

8)Geniuses → you were the only one who tried to protect Spence from his bullies in high school (☆)

9)In another life → Spencer x unsub!reader (♡)

10)Time to play → Playing a couple’s game on Valentine’s day with Spencer (☆)

11)Lucky → Drunk Spence confesses his love for you, but you are already tougether(☆)

12)Untitled → The team finds out you(Spencer’s wife) are pregnant (☆)

13)Made for me → you try to break up with Spencer, but he’s determined to change your mind  (♡+ ➹)

14)The tiktok trend (☆)

15) Spencer Reid x Mexican!reader → You find out that Spencer is turned on by you speaking spanish

[klbwriting]

Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 9: A Little Wild

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: minor violence, angsty af Jason, semi-bad father Bruce Wayne

Summary: Dick blocked YN's number and Jason isn't please

Notes: so this story is turning out longer than I imagined and I'm pretty sure it's going to have a sequel; I know where I'm ending this one but so much is going to remain unresolved that I'm going to need a second part, also I think my favorite thing in this fic is Jason's crush on Annabeth Chase, it makes me laugh every time it comes up

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

— HENRY VIII, ACT 1 SCENE 4

Jason had texted YN that night from the ER and she had said she would talk to him the next day but then she didn’t text him that whole day. He thought maybe she had been scared, worried, annoyed, a plethora of less than flattering thoughts filled his head, but she had never just disappeared on him so at school on Monday, when he wasn’t under the watchful eye of Dick, he tried to text her and found that her number had been blocked and he wasn’t able to unblock it. He held tight to his anger that day, using it for play practice, enough so that the director asked for him to stay after. He didn’t want to, he wanted to get home and punch his brother in the face before demanding he undo the block on YN’s number, but his director had been nothing but kind of supportive to him, so he stayed, keeping the rage locked down, eyes a striking green at the moment.

“How do your eyes do that color changing thing?” she asked him as he sat on the edge of the stage by her. He shrugged; fist clenched at his sides. She could see he wasn’t in the mood for her jokes, so she took a more serious tone. “I appreciate that whatever you are angry about you are using for act five, but you actually punched Matt and that wasn’t great.” Jason nodded, he knew that had been too much, but he honestly thought Matt was lucky it would just be a black eye and not a broken nose. “You want to talk about it, or should I just send you home to glower?”

“My brother is being an ass,” he said, glancing at her to see if she would harp on his language. She just nodded in understanding. “There’s this girl and he doesn’t like me seeing her because of who her dad is. She is great, but he says we don’t actually know her.” Jason didn’t know why his theater director was so easy to talk to, besides his therapist and YN she was the only person who actually seemed to listen to him, and he needed that. He needed someone to see him as he was, not his past or what he could be in the future but who he was right now. Dick didn’t understand that, couldn’t settle on who Jason was in this in-between world. He wasn’t Robin anymore, but he wasn’t whatever was coming next, he was just confused and somewhat lost. She seemed to get that, and she probably saw a lot of kids like him wander through, trying to make sense of their lives, maybe that’s why she always knew what to say.

“Sounds like he has his reasons, they’re not good ones at all, but maybe you should talk to him about those reasons,” she suggested. Jason hung his head, shaking it. “Look, I have seen your file, it’s a very thick packet of papers, they describe a kid who came from a less than happy home life to become a child of one of the richest men in the world. Then you stopped being Jason Todd and because almost a carbon copy of Dick Grayson, your older brother. Bruce Wayne knew what he wanted in a son and you seemed to give that too him for a while. I can’t exactly say what happened after you were expelled from Gotham Magnet Academy, but I know that the fight you got in wasn’t your fault. There was nothing to suggest that you would attack anyone…”

“It was my fault,” he said softly. Jason hated thinking about that day, the day that Bruce had probably given up on him. Sure he had kept him, he was still Robin, but he had been pulled from school, forced into home school, all because Jason had refused to believe he was wrong. Bruce didn’t always know best, Jason was smart despite what his adoptive father thought. He knew that Penguin had an illegitimate son in his school and Jason would prove it, get the kid to talk. He had been a classmate of his in science, quiet, but with a mean streak that even Jason didn’t fully find out about until he found the kid cutting lines onto a girl in an empty classroom. She had broken up with baby Penguin after only dating a month, which in terms of 8th grade relationships, was a long time, and he hadn’t taken it well. Jason had stopped him, saving the girl, who had run out of school that day and never came back, never told anyone why Jason had put that boy in the hospital. Jason had been expelled, that boy had been proven by Bruce to not have any relation to Penguin, just a slight resemblance in how cruel his eyes were, that Jason took as proof. It was the same recklessness that had led Jason to chasing the Joker on his own. Led to him being cornered while Joker beat him to death in that empty funhouse. Jason still wasn’t sure whether Bruce left him to die or not. Jason was a ticking time bomb, maybe Dick was right to block YN from his life. He wouldn’t be any good for her.

“Jason, you were 14, kids get into fights and that kid was bad news if you ask me,” she said. Jason looked at her, how did she know so much? She smiled at him. “You’re a good kid Jason Todd and you’ll be a good man someday if you let yourself heal from whatever trauma you experienced. Right now, you’re holding onto the pain, and its going to take a long time, but you have to let it go and let yourself move past it.” Jason nodded slowly, still curious why his theater teacher knew so much about everything, but he was late, and he knew Dick was still tracking him. He said thanks and departed for home.

Dick was waiting for him when he got back, on the phone, and Jason’s blood ran cold when he heard what the conversation.

“Bruce, I have no idea who that guy in the helmet is,” Dick said, clearly agitated. Jason went up to the loft, pretending to do homework, but listening to every word his brother said. He was guessing the other side of the conversation, but it sounded like Bruce wasn’t easily convinced about Dick’s innocence.

“He used smoke bombs; you can literally buy ten of those in the Narrows for three dollars…”

“What are you talking about? Jason didn’t even like red…”

“Jason is dead Bruce, remember? You left him in the ground to rot…”

Jason still his fake writing, hating the reminder that his father didn’t really want him to be alive, had decided that instead of going to the league, which had paid Joker to be a distraction in Gotham that night, and make them right the wrong they had created he had wanted to leave him be. He heard a deep sigh downstairs.

“I know you’re listening, just come down and we can talk,” Dick called. Jason walked down the stairs, plopping on the couch. “So, I’m guessing you noticed I blocked YN’s number…”

“Ya and I really would like to know why,” Jason asked. Dick sighed again, the sound becoming second nature since Jason had moved in. “She isn’t dangerous, she just wants to be in theater, go to Gotham U, become a teacher. She’s not some greedy villain like her dad.”

“She could be one day though. We’re all just one bad day from being criminals,” Dick said.

“Yes, I know, Bruce and fear toxin showed us that,” Jason said, remembering that day quite well. Bruce had given him a scar across his stomach that until his dip in the Lazarus Pit had been a reminder that the Batman was always one step ahead of them.

“And you’re not exactly in the best place to be dating,” Dick continued. “That’s rich considering that when you thought I was dating some girl in my theater group you were giddy about it,” Jason shot back.

“That’s because when you talked about her I could see it wasn’t serious, you didn’t really have too deep of feelings for whoever you made up…”

“Annabeth, and I love Annabeth, she ever becomes real I am marrying her, Percy be damned,” Jason muttered, folding his arms. Dick ignored him.

“I saw it when I walked in on you and YN the other night, you really do love her. And I’m not watching you become Bruce with Selina,” his big brother finished. Jason paused, thinking back to what he knew of Selina Kyle, Catwoman, and sometimes Bruce’s lover. She had been the only person to make Batman lose his advantage, always getting away, sometimes staying around, but ultimately leaving again. The last time she had been in Gotham Jason was maybe 13 and he just remembered Bruce being upset about her leaving.

“She wasn’t that bad for Bruce,” Jason argued.

“You didn’t see them when they started, all the damage it did to Bruce and to Gotham. I was cleaning up messes for months because Bruce refused to do anything about her. Then she leaves and I’m sure you saw Bruce trying his best, but he was devastated, he was nearly useless. I was patrolling all of Gotham and Bludhaven to make up for his lack of care,” Dick said. “I know Alfred was shielding you from it, guiding you in that time, and I’m glad he did, you didn’t need to see your hero like that. But Jason, I will be damned before I see another criminal take one of us down like that.” Jason shook his head.

“I understand what you’re trying to do Dick but you can’t. You can’t just assume she is like Selina, who at the time all that shit went down, was a hardened criminal with years of built up anger and hate towards the city. YN isn’t like that and you keeping her from me, someone who wants to help her never become that, isn’t going to help,” he argued.

“I won’t risk it Jason, I can’t lose you again,” he said. Jason felt his heart tighten at that. His brother cared about him, he knew that, but how deeply he didn’t think he’d ever know. And maybe Dick was right to keep him away from YN, maybe she would become a criminal, or more likely, Jason would be the one who hurt her. He was reckless still, just like he had been in middle school, with Joker, even at the club the other night. He hadn’t thought things through, and he got lucky no one had been hurt, how often would that happen? What if YN was in the line of fire? What if she was holding the gun? He sat back and shook his head.

“Fine,” he said softly. Maybe he would give it time, see if maybe he just thought he was right again and that this feeling wasn’t what he thought it was.

He kept it up that whole week, but nothing changed. He felt empty when he couldn’t call or message YN, hated going to practice when he knew he wouldn’t be able to send her something stupid Jackson did, or she couldn’t send him stories about how bad her male lead was. He couldn’t tell her how he was lost right now, all the new information about Bruce, the digging into his past, how all of that was making him feel incredibly listless and apathetic. He felt like he’d never care about anything again. Then he left practice on Friday evening and sitting on a bench in the front courtyard was YN, with the seniors stomping right towards her.

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Henry VIII/Anne Boleyn Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

❝ 👑 — lady l: I thought about this a while ago and it was saved in my drafts, but I only decided to write it now. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️❤️

❝tw: cheating, polyamorous relationship, obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of fights and jealousy.

❝ 👑pairing: yandere!henry viii x female!reader, yandere!anne boleyn x female!reader.

Anne was not blind to her husband's prying eyes on you. She felt angry, jealous and wanted to get rid of you as quickly as possible. But when Henry strictly forbade (threatened) her from doing something against you, she was shocked and smart enough not to act against his orders.

That being said, she started researching more about you. She was intrigued, it wasn't uncommon for Henry to keep mistresses and although she was hurt by this, there was nothing she could do. She hated it, but she was powerless against the King's power.

However, it was only after meeting you, after talking to you, that she finally understood why Henry was so interested in you. You had a unique grace, an aura that attracted her and made her comfortable. Before she knew it, Anne found herself longing for your company more which left her confused. Who in their right mind would fall in love with their husband's mistress?

It didn't matter anymore, not when Anne found herself falling more and more in love with you and soon began to feel jealous of her husband with you. It was unfair that he could have you and not her. .She deserved you more than him.

Henry, on the other hand, was over the moon. He quickly took you as his official mistress and no longer bothered trying to hide his affair with you, the love he felt for you. His desires for you were public knowledge and he was more than happy.

He knew this wouldn't please his wife, but he didn't care. Not when he had you in his arms, being loved and adored by him. You were so perfect, so sweet and so beautiful. You were made for him. Completely his.

Anne watched her husband interact with you with jealousy and longing, she wanted to hold you. She could no longer continue like this, being ignored. So she decided to act. During one night when her husband was visiting her, Anne decided to talk to him. Tell him how she feels about you. That she was attracted to you. Henry didn't know what to say.

He was stunned and silent, just watching his wife as if she were crazy. But Anne kept talking, wanting to make sure he understood. Henry remained strangely quiet and after a few minutes, a sparkle appeared in his eyes.

Henry would never accept sharing you with anyone, but he found the idea of ​​sharing you with his wife strangely exciting. It wasn't ideal, but he saw nothing more pleasurable and lovely than having his mistress and his wife together.

They are both extremely possessive of you. They are jealous of each other with you, but they are more jealous of you around other people. You are theirs and Henry will use his power as King to deal with anyone who threatens his relationship with you. Anne had also used her influences to her advantage.

You are endlessly spoiled and adored. Servants are instructed to fulfill your every whim and desire. There is no doubt about who really holds all the power over them. Your relationship with Henry is public knowledge, but with Anne is kept private.

But that doesn't mean she stays away from you because she doesn't. Anne does her best to be by your side during the day, the touches and looks are discreet and shared only between you. Henry also participates, but he has no shame and actually kisses and touches you in public. He is the King, after all.

There is still a lot of jealousy and fighting over you between these two, fights that only became bigger after Anne's pregnancy. She wanted you with her all the time and so did Henry. You are the only person who can calm them down, usually sweet words and subtle touches do the trick.

You will be dragged into this never-ending tumultuous marriage, the fights that always turned into making love on the carpet in your rooms at the end of the night would always continue. Would the gifts, power and love you received be enough for you to endure this turbulent relationship with your King and Queen?

You forgot your worries when you were together with your lovers, in the privacy and tranquility of your chambers. Clothes on the floor and heavy breathing. In the end, you would always give in to them. You were as much theirs as they were yours.

[gulnarsultan]

Can you do Separately what The Yandere Tudors Men (Edward Seymour, King Henry VIII, Charles Brandon and Thomas Boleyn) would give their Wife a really, REALLY expensive necklace either as a wedding present, a just because present or something following the birth of one of their children?

Hello. I hope you like it.

King Henry had passed many difficult trials to marry you. You will never forget the moments of lust and desire you experienced on your wedding night throughout your life. King Henry shed tears of joy when he received the news that you were pregnant. He took very close care of you throughout your pregnancy, unlike usual. Not even a minute was left outside the door of the room where you gave birth for hours. He was praying to God for you and the baby to be delivered safely. When the birth was finally over, he quickly entered the room. You were tiredly smiling at your husband with your newborn son in your arms.

"My King. We now have a male heir."

King Henry came to you and kissed your forehead. It wasn't hard to understand that he was happy and proud from the look on his face when he held your son in his arms.

"My son."

King Henry proudly kissed his newborn son's forehead.

"Our son's name will be Edward. Prince Edward."

You smiled at your husband's words. King Henry gently placed Prince Edward in his crib. He handed you the box in his hand. Surprised, you take the box and open it. Inside the box was a necklace decorated with Tudor symbol roses and made of expensive jewellery.

"My King. This is beautiful."

"Not as much as you."

King Henry took the necklace out of the box and placed it around your neck elegantly.

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You were Charles' third wife. Honestly, you never thought that an arranged marriage would turn into love. Charles was a possessive and passionate husband. Even though his love was suffocating at times, you had learned to cope. Charles did not yet have a son. This meant that a big task was on your shoulders. You got pregnant shortly after the wedding. You honestly thought your husband would move away from you and take mistresses. But it didn't happen as he thought. Months later, you gave birth to healthy twin boys. You would never forget the smile on Charles' face. He held his sons in his arms and wasn't afraid to talk about how proud he was. One of your sons was named John and the other Edmund. After naming the babies, Charles gave you a very dazzling necklace as a gift. From what you heard from your bridesmaids, Charles paid a really large amount of money for this necklace.

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Your wedding to Thomas Boleyn was modest. You came from a noble and powerful family. Frankly, your mother and father were not very keen on this marriage. After all, Thomas Boleyn did not promise great possibilities. After months of conversations, you had finally managed to gain your family's approval. You were getting ready in your room on the wedding night. Thomas slowly pokes his head through the door.

"I got you something, honey. Your wedding gift."

"There was no need, my dear. It is a great gift for me to know that we can spend our lives together now."

"My beautiful wife. I am truly a very lucky man."

Thomas holds out the box he keeps behind his back. You slowly take the box and open it. There is a really expensive necklace inside the box.

"Thomas. This is too expensive."

"I couldn't have a big wedding that suits you. I should have at least bought you a gift that suits you."

"Thank you, Thomas. I will keep this necklace for the rest of my life."

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Your wedding to Edward Seymour was beautiful. It was literally like a fairy tale. Queen Jane had spared no expense for her brother's wedding. The wedding hall was decorated very beautifully. A luxurious wedding dress and a wonderful flower bouquet were prepared. After you put on your wedding dress, the bridesmaids did your make-up and hair. You were waiting for the ceremony to start. There is a knock on your door.

"Come in."

Edward comes in. Edward has a look of admiration on his face.

"Oh my God. You look like an angel."

"Edward, you're embarrassing me."

"I came to give you a gift. I hope you like it."

When you open the box, you are surprised to see the expensive necklace inside.

"Oh. Edward, that's beautiful."

"I'm glad you liked it, my beautiful."

[bellarkeselection]

Can you do a king Henry short where his wife gave brith to his son but requested him to keep her mothere away and he delivers the news him slef

Heir of Lancaster

Clutching the bedsheets I released a sharp cry with one of the ladies came over asking me. "Shall I get your mother, my lady?" Whipping my head up to the red head girl I bare my teeth not wanting my mother anyway near my child. If anything I want my husband by my side more than her. "No, find the king - ag find Henry!" The girl rushed out the room as the midwife instructed me to push. My whole body filled with pain right as the door bursts opened revealing my mother. Foosteps approached behind her for me to see my husband who grabbed her arm shoving her outside and locking the door.

"Y/n, let me in. I deserve to see my grandchild!" She hollered through the door as I winced sharply throwing my head back in the pillows croaking out. "Henry!" He dropped on his knees taking my hand in his, brushing my hair from my forehead trying to calm me down. "I'm here, flower. I'm here Y/n." After hours of pushing we heard the baby cry and I gasped laying my head on his chest. He kisses my hair mumbling I love you in my hair. The midwife wrapped the baby in a blanket curtsying to the both of with a bright smile, handing me my baby in my lap. "Congratulations your graces, you have a baby boy." Henry plastered a huge grin on his face as he reaches over rubbing his thumb over his sons cheek. "Henry...my mother." I trailed off in thought in awe of the small infant in my arms.

He shakes his head tilting my chin up to his with his thumb whispering through his excitement. "If you don't want her near this child pf ours I'll make it so. She may not approve of our marriage, but I am the king and a king needs his queen always." He slowly lifted his son into his arms staring down at me when I whispered up. "We shall rule together whether she wants it or not. I love you, Henry." He parts his lips in shock standing still for a few seconds, completely taken back by your words. Suddenly he pressed his lips down onto mine with our son still in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing back until he broke it whispering through our soft kisses. "I love you too, Y/n. You and our little son."

Comments really appreciated 😊

[pathologicalreid]

do people read series' on tumblr or is that an ao3 thing?

i may or may not be writing spencer x reader series influenced by the six wives of henry viii

[russosafehaven]

Six Wives vs One Wife

Pairing: Benjamin Green x Reader

Content: Broken Marriage, History Nerd!Reader, Strangers to Lovers (Implied), Australian!Reader, Autistic!Reader, GN!Reader

Length: Short Fic?

POV: Third

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He heard their rambling before catching sight of the source. Whoever they were must’ve been excited. Benjamin was on a date with Julia at the Tower of London, somewhere he’s wanted to visit but never had the time or money. His wife had disappeared off to another room while he stayed behind looking at the Anne Boleyn exhibit.

“No you don’t understand Mama, Anne Boleyn couldn’t cry because she knew what it meant. Plenty of sources cite so, that’s why she’s such an important figure and the best known Queen Consort of Henry VIII”

Benjamin smiled to himself at the thought of someone here with their family. Rambling on about such a niche topic with such passion. When he finally caught sight of the person talking he was stunned. They were a sight to behold, dressed in a comfortable sweater while they clutched tightly onto a leather notebook.

“I know darling, you tell me a lot”

The persons accent stuck out the most to Benjamin. He decided they must’ve been from the Oceanic region with the close reminiscence of the voices he was surrounded with daily. When he caught sight of the person he couldn’t take his eyes off of them, watching as they pointed to parts of the exhibit and explained to an older woman just what Anne Boleyn meant to England.

“You know before she was crowned Queen, Henry had actually slept with her sister. The union resulted in two alleged bastard children that Henry never acknowledged. A man’s reputation is far more important than the truth, even now. The world hasn’t changed for us at all. It’s why their stories are so important”

Benjamin watched as they were whacked by their mother as they cursed. He couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle. The two of them went on and he couldn’t help but follow. It wasn’t like Julia missed him, she would’ve messaged him or called.

Occasionally the younger of the two would chime in with an odd fact about the Tower of London. More often than not they were oddly morbid, Benjamin had come to the conclusion that they were a fan of the more unloved things in life. The next exhibit that was stopped at happened to be where Julia was. Benjamin returned to his wife, greeting her. Trying to avoid the question of why she left him alone. Unbeknownst to Benjamin, someone across the room was staring at him. His short hair and the jacket that hung a little loose around his frame, the dark rimmed glasses fixed upon his nose.

“Seems like someone’s caught your eye dear, why don’t you go talk to him?”

Benjamin heard this and turned around to lock eyes with the same person he was listening to earlier. His face reddened slightly as their mothers comment set in. Turning back to Julia he felt the glare his wife had.

“Will you stop looking at me like that Julia?”

A harsh slap came down on Benjamin’s arms, unlike the gentle affection their mother had shown them. He let out a hiss of pain but he knew he couldn’t retaliate. Not in public and not ever. Long before Julia Benjamin had made himself he’d never hurt anyone. Although that plan seemingly failed to those who knew him by his old name.

“I’m not looking like anything. You want something younger go get it. You’ve simply realised I’m too old haven’t you Benjamin?”

Before Benjamin could even open his mouth to respond Julia had walked off. Heavy feet meeting the floor with echoes. A heavy sigh exited his mouth as he occupied himself with reading the small frame about Katheryn Howard and her beheading.

“Did you know that Katheryn Howard was beheaded with an ax while Anne Boleyn was beheaded with a sword? Making Anne the only Tudor figure who was ever decapitated by sword”

The voice, the same Australian voice who he’d heard rambling moments earlier appeared by his side. Benjamin looked at them, staring into their eyes.

“Katheryns story is said to be one of the most tragic of Henry’s wives and while I agree, they’re all tragic in their own way. What makes her story such a tragedy is she went through so much pain and her story is barely ever told, times don’t change much. It’s what draws me to the six of them”

A smile creeped across the persons face as they spoke. The content was dark but their attitude shocked Benjamin. They spoke with such cadence on the subject it made Benjamin wonder if they were a history major.

“My names Y/N by the way. I’m sorry if I seem awkward, I’m not great at social cues. Autism makes me that way so most of my conversation is down through my talk of history”

A small creeped across Y/N’s face as they spoke. Benjamin returned the favour as a toothy grin crossed his face. It was a genuine smile, not the ones he’d been faking with Julia for the past few months.

“I’m Benjamin, nice to meet you. Take it you’re a bit of a history fan?”

A small chuckle escape Y/N’s lips and all the whole Benjamin couldn’t help but notice their mother smiling proudly at the two. As Benjamin returned his focus to them, he listened with intent as they explain the detailed history of what led up to the beheading of Katheryn Howard.

They struck Benjamin with comfort while they spoke and led him throughout the Tower of London. As if they’d been a million times although it was just their first. He had learned that they weren’t a history major but rather it was their special interest, that this had been a dream of theirs since childhood and they were here with their mother. The feeling Benjamin got with Y/N was familiar to what he felt when he first met Julia, except it was much more passionate and raw. It wasn’t that you were close in age, it’s that you were nice and genuine. He’d just have to get to know you this time before proposing marriage, as well as divorce Julia.