#rhys 001

[archiemorgan]

Who: @rhysmorgann and Archie

Where: Archie's townhome, Emerald Mist

One thing Archie enjoyed other than partying and living life in the fast lane, was photography. It helped him slow things down, framing things in the present rather than the past or the future. Plus it was one of the things he and Rhys agreed upon and actually enjoyed doing together. That is when they were on good terms. With Rhys, he was closer in age than Donny was to Archie, a mere three years age difference rather than a fourteen year gap. That closeness led to them being close at times and distant at others. However now, they seemed to be on good terms, Archie even going to hang out with Rhys and maybe getting to take some photos. As he heard the doorbell he ring, he got up from the couch to answer it. "What's up man?" He asked as he gave his brother a sort of half handshake, half hug kind of thing. "How's it going?" motioning for Rhys to come on in.

[romanrhodes]

with: rhys morgan ( @rhysmorgann ) where: mad monk brewery music night, 10th january

roman's new years resolution (which had been strong-armed by his dad and sister) was to put himself out there more. less working himself to the bone, more socialising and dating. whichever ended up happening, there was no pressure tonight. he just wanted to enjoy a drink and some music.

he was at the bar when he spotted a familiar face. rhys morgan, a regular at the diner and a guy he'd gone to school with, way back when. he raised a hand in greeting, then waved for rhys to come join him at the bar. "howdy, stranger. you here for the music, or the discount?"

[enriquemarrero]

Even though he hadn't seen Rhys in a while, Ricky was happy he ran into him; even if it was at the mechanic. He hadn't realized how much he missed his friend, but he was glad to see and hear he was doing well. That was all Ricky wanted with his friends, to see them doing well. "Yeah, those middle schoolers are rough man, were we that bad back in the day?" He asked, playfully wincing and rubbing the back of his neck. "The time off goes by way faster than possible. I swear time speeds up or something. Like it needs to be studied or something," he teased, though he enjoyed the time off, he got bored of it easily. "That's awesome, and I feel like you did always have a camera with you back in school. Weren't you on the school newspaper back in high school?" @rhysmorgann

Rhys was happy to hear that his friend was enjoying what he was doing. To him it was fundamental to his adult life that he loved his job, so he was glad whenever he heard others did as well. “I guess you need to rest up during the time off though.” He joked with a chuckle before he took a sip off of his coffee. “I know that was probably the sole reason I wanted to be one, not gonna lie.” He laughed. “It is indeed. I am a photographer now, believe it or not.” Though it shouldn’t come as too big of a surprise seeing he had been taking photos since he was in the school newspaper. @enriquemarrero

[alinaceyhan]

closed event starter for @rhysmorgann activity: baking competition

Alina wasn't the best baker, but she liked looking at all the treats and there was definitely some good ones people had done for it. It was making her crave something sweet and she'd go get something, but first she wanted to just look at them all. She was about to move and look at another when she heard a camera snap and she stopped. "Oh! I'm sorry. Did I get in your way?"

[lexisfontenelle]

closed starter for @rhysmorgann location: Morgan Studios

Lexi had just finished making the coffee that morning when she heard her boss's footsteps fill the lobby. "Hey. Coffee's all ready." She said and she got out two mugs and poured his so that he had it ready when he walked into the room. She got hers and she took a sip as she looked at her boss. "So, what do you wanna do first? We have that newborn photoshoot this afternoon, but the morning is kinda free."

[mconwrites]

@postergrl !

this isn’t the first place she should think to come when something upsets her, but it is. still her source of comfort despite them no longer being together. in truth, other than her mother, no one in the world knows her like rhys does. feels safe, no shame as she turns up on his doorstep, quiet sobs falling from her mouth, mascara stains on her cheeks. if she weren't so overwhelmed, she'd curse herself for not using waterproof. it's all very dramatic. very addison. when he finally opens up, it takes everything she has not to fall right into his arms the way she wants to. " i'm sorry, i know i shouldn't just turn up like this but — i-i just met my dad and i didn't know where else to go. "

[fromthcfires]

Rhaegar Targaryen had made Aelyn Zalyne's acquaintance years ago.

Descendants of the great Sealord Uthero Zalyne, the ten day festival of the Uncloaking of Uthero being celebrated on the island in the city that belonged entirely to the family. Maris, Nestorys, Prestyn, Otherys, Antaryon, Zalyne and more - they were all wealthy families in Braavos. Keyholders.

What differentiated the House of Zalyne from them all, was their raw ambition. And they were shameless with it. Boasting with their extensive trading alliances throughout Essos and Westeros, the green and gold ships carrying their insignia no stranger to most ports. They had an ancestor deeply interwoven with the history of Braavos and its status as the Secret City, they had their ships and most of all, they had charm.

And for some, this was starting to become problematic.

That was how Rhaegar found himself, in a face and body different from his own, sitting next to the Lady and heir of House Zalyne, listening to her regale the crowd, that seemed constant around her, with stories. True or not, they were entertaining, and whether it be man or woman, they all clung onto every word that fell from her lips. She was captivating. She was dangerous.

Lady Aelyn Zalyne was marked for death because of it.

Rhaegar did not kill her right away. He had grown fond of her stories, despite himself. Spent time with her, listened, and - unbeknownst to the Lady - learned.

He had taken care to make her murder beautiful. Captivating. Dangerous. It was a shame no one would ever see the mastery of it. Rhaegar took her face and then began to fabricate a story. Aelyn did not want to be heir of anything. She wanted to sail away and see the world, dock in different cities and live her life like it was meant to be lived. To the very fullest, without an expense or experience spared. The plan had been to have the walking enigma of a Lady disappear from Braavosi ground forever, remaining only as a myth amongst the people. But Rhaegar found secret joy in continuing to spin her life story. He appeared wearing her face now and again, shrouding Aelyn Zalyne in a cloak of mystery that made her even more fascinating than before.

As fate would have it, hers had been one of the faces Rhaegar had taken with him to Westeros.

Aelyn's unwavering gaze settled on the figure of Rhys Arryn. Crimson lips spread into a slow smile. "I do not need to follow you anywhere," she spoke, voice low and smokey. "It seems you keep finding me well enough all on your own." The Lady gestured to a seat next to her own, where she was seated underneath a pavilion that provided ample shade and protection from the heat - and less affine onlookers. "Wine, Lord Prince?" It was posed as a challenge, almost, even if it seemed a harmless invitation in and of itself.

setting: flashback to king’s landing during the coronation of jaehaerys ii targaryen, rhys has just arrived from across the narrow sea and spots a familiar face ; starter for @fromthcfires

the stench of kings landing was just as he had remember from days long ago, days that seemed like a fever dream compared to what the world become now after the dragons danced in the sky. it were a strange feeling of anxiety and nostalgia wrapped together, being there. the cobblestones did not do his aching joints any good, and he fear his cane would find itself wedged and cause him to trip. he navigated the streets slowly, carefully. rhys arryn did not much care if he were recognized, though little had the confidence to stare long at a cripple.

a pair of eyes however, caught his attention. eyes he had thought of often, a woman he had met in braavos that piqued his interest. she were witty, smart, and that made her all the more attractive to him. it helped, too, that she was beautiful, otherworldly, it were perhaps the valyrian he was certain was within her. a grin spread across his features as he managed his way towards the woman.

“never thought i’d see the likes of you here.” he stated in jest, though now he were entirely curious as to what business she had here, at the same time that he chose to return, too. “did you follow me all the way?” rhys questioned, tone one of humor though brows rose in genuine interest at her answer.

[nazlixelmas]

closed for @rhysx location: local flower shop

The scent of fresh blooms filled the air, mingling with the faint chill of snowflakes melting off coats and boots. Nazli’s fingers brushed over the delicate petals of a bouquet she was considering, her thoughts a pleasant hum as she debated between soft lavender and blush-toned roses. She hadn’t expected to see anyone familiar when she turned around, but there he was—Rhys, standing near the counter.

Her pulse stuttered, just for a moment. He looked as he always did—calm, unreadable, like the kind of person who didn’t spend much time debating over flowers, let alone standing in a shop like this. It made her curious, though she’d never had much of a chance to ask.

“Oh, hey,” she said, her voice light, offering him a small smile. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. Picking something up for someone special?”

She mentally winced at her own words, hoping it didn’t come off too forward. As much as she tried to play it cool, there was something about Rhys that unsettled her balance—not in a bad way, but in a way that left her feeling slightly unmoored.

[labyrinthinesyndicatex]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: Stage Door Café TIME: Thursday afternoon FOR: @rhysx

Gavin sat in the corner of the café, the glow of his laptop lighting up his face. The footage on the screen played silently, but his thoughts were anything but quiet. Something about Zelie Arnault wasn’t right. Three encrypted messages in a week? That wasn’t normal. “Look … I know how this sounds,” he said, his fingers moving fast over the keyboard. “But something’s not adding up with her. Three encrypted messages in a week … who does that?” He opened another file, one of many he’d flagged, his eyes skimming over the data. “When she’s around … just keep an eye out. I’ve got this feeling she’s tied to something bigger. I can’t prove it yet, but doesn’t this seem off to you?” The coffee next to him sat untouched, long gone cold. “She’s convincing, I’ll give her that. Sweet, harmless … that’s how everyone sees her. But I don’t buy it. If anything weird pops up, text me, okay?” He knew how he must sound - paranoid, obsessive. But if he was right, it wasn’t all in his head.

[glitterluce]

bet u wanna

@rhysx -- late, at night

What feels like half a litre of Tequila running through her system, blurs out her mind, and thoughts. Dealing with new bodyguards that are around for way too long is never fun, or easy. Much to her father's dismay, she has grown fond of scaring them out of their profession, or making them quit. Rhys is the newest victim of her games. I'm going out tonight, without the slightest chance to accept a No, leads to hours of dancing and downing drinks at one of the most popular clubs in town, with Rhys lurking nearby. She's an adult -- she can do whatever she wants, wherever she wants, with whoever she wants.

Which leads to her disappearing in the crowd with her bag and jacket ready to go, leaving the club and Rhys to be on his own. In her drunk state of mind, Luce giggles about the idea of being abducted. Who would even do that, care enough about her. It happened once, what are the chances of it happening twice, once again? Very low. And therefore she feels safe, walking through the darkness of the night -- in heels, shoes she can barely run in. Until she realizes how far she's ran off, and how dark the street she landed in is -- and that there's a figure approaching from the other side of the street, dark, and masked with a scarf. "Mierda.", a curse word, whispered out. "Rhys?!"

Of course, she had to be stupid. Of course, she had to be too proud of herself once again. Lucia twists her ankle in the middle of the road as she starts running, and falls to the ground, scrambling to get back up, with a sharp pain striking through her leg. "Rhys!" A hand wraps around her face, covering her mouth, and her nose at the same time -- she cannot breathe, not for a second, before his hand moves lower and the other grabs her waist, violently pulling on her. This is it, she thinks. Being abducted twice is rare, but surviving twice is impossible.

[isolatednights]

continued from HERE ( @confusionism )

how he continued to maintain such.... energy even first thing in the morning would forever remain a mystery to calliope, but rather than being annoying, the woman finds it refreshing. motivating even. "morning," she murmurs back, expression softening slightly.

"gabe is a horrendous cook." the words blurted out before she can stop them, and under other circumstances, she might feel bad, but with everyone else asleep and rhys the only one who can hear her? the truth was bound to come out. "i know we're meant to be splitting tasks but i vote him off that one. he can go... chop firewood or something else." lord knew the man had grumbled complaints about being forced to cook anyways, so convincing him away from it wouldn't be horribly difficult. reaching out, callie gives his arm a pat before smirking, "well if you can control those dangerous weapons of yours, i was thinking of checking the nets first and going from there."

[archived-damien]

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ft, rhys dumont ! as written for @angeldored's : alejandra flores

EVEN UNDER THE VEIL OF DARKEST SKIES, rhys can find the path ahead ! the way forward was never hidden from him ���  𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 like one reads a map and find his way back home ... only now under stalagmites dripping with condensation, he can see no sky, and he can see no north star to guide them true.

" ale ... " the teen bares 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 in his tone, holding out a palm to collect the water dripping from the ceiling of the cave, it's moisture slipping between the cracks of his fingers and to the ground below. for once, rhys dumont is lost, and is so beneath the earths crust.

[amosdeleon]

closed starter for @rhysbradley

location: tric

Wearing sunglasses indoors was a douchebag move, but Amos could care less as he stepped into Tric with a huge headache, pain in his knee and incredibly hungover. Weirdly enough, he wasn't at the bar to get a drink, in fact, he was about to get some water so he could put some liquid iv in it as he had training later that night. His visit to the bar today was all about catching up with Rhys, who'd been one of his closest friends since they were teens. "Why is your music so loud today? Or is it just me and my hangover fighting it out right now?" Amos asked as he plopped down on a barstool, reaching over to pour some water into a glass from behind the bar so he didn't have to bother Rhys from his bartender duties. "Important question for my future decisions. As the owner of this marvelous place do you get one day off a week or more?"

[eulcgizeme]

OPEN TO: @gcldenhcurs for rhys hawthorne MUSE: esperanza "espy" rosario belen de la fuente, twenty-seven. soldier for the de la fuente gang. his side boob boo. camilla morrone fc. PLOT: crime au — rhys was assigned to the de la fuentes to infiltrate as a soldier and climb their ranks, but he gets involved with the youngest and only daughter of the leader. while he used her as a means of getting to the top, he offered her a plea deal that she denies.

Esperanza should have cut him off days ago, if not weeks. The moment she suspected different loyalties, she should have turned him away if she didn't have the stomach to throw him six feet under. But instead, she had almost tried to convince herself that she could bribe him away. It hadn't worked in the past, so what was the difference now? Her alliance with her ex-husband had hardly proved fruitful and there was more to be gained then. What could she offer Rhys, a man who she now considered someone who had nothing at all to know worth beyond the rules forced into his morality? "I'm not going to take the deal," She said, walking out to the balcony of the hotel room. This was as private as they could be because there was no telling where she had taken him before that hadn't been bugged by his forces or her own. "What makes me any better than them to save, Rhys, hmm? Except the fact that I was stupid enough to trust you and get them all killed first?"

[falcxnprince]

setting: a gentleman's evening in a private suite within the vale, rhys meets with percival templeton to discuss the state of the kingdom, life, and the pair make an interesting discovery ; starter for @percival-templeton

there was a haze of smoke in the air from the tobacco pipes hanging from many of the mouths of the men around them, laughing and gambling, the hour was late, and hardly a woman chose to hang around for such events, or she may find herself at the center of some scandalous rumors. it were a time for business to mix with pleasure, for deals to be struck, laughs to be head, differences to be sorted, either through peace, fists, or words, and the falcon prince had always enjoyed every minute of it.

he sat upon the oak chair, figure relaxed as hands lazily held the cards spread out before him. a losing hand, for certain, but the prince had always sporadically played as boldly as he desired, and folded as he desired. his focus tonight wasn't so much on the game as it was on the whispers around the room. it were not his position in the court, but it were always in his interest to know the in's and out's of what was happening around him. he looked to his right to the figure of percival templeton. "i'd hate to take all your coin tonight, old friend." he stated, pushing a pile of gold towards the center of the table. "so if you feel so obliged, you may fold."

hand grasped the goblet before him, taking a long sip of the bitter liquid within, his mind abuzz from the effects of it. how he had missed this drink whilst he was across the sea. rhys set his cup down, eyes fixed on the other, again. "much has changed since i left, and arrived. what do you say is the opinion of me, nowadays? no need to mince your words, either." he jested.

[ofxinnocencewrites]

Starter for @thechiyonosakenyc Continuing this answered ask

It was definitely not the first time that Lindsey was pinned against the rough surface of the low lounge table that was in Rhys' living room. And it was also definitely not the first time that she was being handled like this. God, no, she enjoyed this way too much. He was always able to give it to her too well, especially when she was acting bratty. Which was most of the times.

Her hands found their way around the wrist of the hand that was wrapped around her throat. This time she hadn't even needed to put his hand there, it had found its own way around her neck. She tried to fight against his other hand that was moving down, despite the fact that she wouldn't want it anywhere else. No, Lindsey needed him to touch her desperately. She was dripping wet and it was showing not just down there, but also in the hungry look that was in her eyes. Her bright blue eyes were focused on Rhys as he moved away the fabric and air hit her now uncovered clit.

It was only when his fingers came in contact with her, a loud moan escaped her. His fingers filled her good - not as well as his large cock did, but this was a great start to the night. The moan fell quiet when his fingers tensed around her throat and her grip on his wrist tightened slightly, as her eyes fell shut at the overwhelming feeling that was washing over her.

"Please Rhys," she barely got the words out as she opened her eyes once more so Lindsey could find his own blue eyes. "I need you."