#rhys;;001

[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."

[nicolepeterson]

Nicole took her phone back and took a deep breath. "Either is fine with me. If I don't answer, just shoot me a text." She told him before standing up and putting her phone away. "I guess I should go then. Just let me know when you have things figured out." She pushed the stroller towards the door and left Morgan Studios. @rhysmorgann

END

Rhys watched her while she added her contact information into his phone, still unable to grasp the full extent of what was happening here, because his mind was still trying to come to terms with the fact he likely was a dad now. A dad. Him, out of f all the people in the world. Taking his phone back, he slipped it back into his back pocket before taking hers, pressing his information into her phone and handed it back to her. "I guess I'll um--" He paused and smacked his lips together, eyes glancing over at the stroller before looking back at her. "Call, or text you. Whatever you prefer." @nicolepeterson

[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.

[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. "

[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."

[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.

[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 ��𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 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?"

[nicolepeterson]

The way Rhys was acting was making Nicole anxious and she began wishing more that they didn't have to do this at all. Or that she hadn't told Rhys the truth. But then, she'd feel bad about it and she wouldn't be able to live with that. "They probably have other things they're doing." She said and bit her lip; hoping someone soon would come out and get them to get this over with. She stared at him for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I guess that's fine." She said and took a deep breath before their names were called and she stood up to go back with Rhys. @rhysmorgann

Rhys started shaking his one leg in anticipation, bringing his elbows to rest against his knees before he sighed into them and finally straightened himself back up. He gave his watch a quick look before he shook his head in annoyance. "We were supposed to be in and out of there by now. How many people need to do dna tests in this damn town." He uttered a little under his breath as his nerves were starting to take over. Obviously it was more than likely that this was a rare occurrence, but he didn't think that far ahead. He nodded when he asked if he was sure. "Yeah, I mean--" He looked between her and the kid, "You got to eat right, and so do I, so--" He shrugged again, "Might as well, maybe?" @nicolepeterson

[falcxnprince]

a missive sent to king casimir tully, first of his name, from prince rhys arryn ( @casimirtully )

context: whilst rhys was in braavos, he discovered via intercepted letters the involvement of tristan hunter with the attempt on king graham royce's life, additionally, he discovered that interwoven within this plot, the now deceased blackwood sister's involvement in the burning of the trident. rhys intends to leverage this information for something in return.

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your grace,

i write to begin a discussion in which i believe you will find of great interest and urgency on behalf of your kingdom. through my connections in braavos, i have come to discover some key evidence into one of the ladies of your realm's involvement in the tragedy upon your river market. i know not if this evidence will bring you closure, but i believe it would help lead to some sense of that.

for extending such, i humbly inquire to also discuss the great matter of your harrenhal. the last claimants of house strong reside here in the vale as ladies of house waynwood through their father. i should wish to obtain your permission to stake a claim upon such a keep, should i wed one of the rightful heirs. alternatively, i would extend a hand to one of your beautiful sisters - i believe they are all unwed, am i correct in this assumption? regardless, i leave the choice of which to you, but i would humbly ask the same of this in the matter of harrenhal.

perhaps you believe another offer is more fitting, and i would consider it in exchange for the evidence i have procured. i look forward to your response.

most humbly,

prince rhys of house arryn

[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."