#srry queen you are missed!

[crownrots]

🐉 PRINCESS RHAELA TARGARYEN (75 AC - 108 AC) (template by @kanos)

↳ Rhaela Targaryen was born in 75 AC to Prince Aemon Targaryen and his wife, Jocelyn Baratheon. She is the younger twin sister of Princess Raenessa Targaryen, and youngest sibling to Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

Not so affectionally dubbed 'The Wild Targaryen' in her youth, Rhaela was always a wealth of energy and trouble. Her antics were felt far and wide, yet, all who had the fortune (or misfortune, to some) of being in her presence found her zest for life and revelry to be infectious.

In 87 AC, at the age of 12, she took the war dragon once ridden by her ancestor ,Daegon Targaryen, to mount. She and Rovni were inseparable, wreaking havoc in the Stormlands during her hosted stays by her mother's family. Though, a slow acting illness grounded her for the last years of her life, she and the dragon were remembered for their unshakable bond and shared, fierce spirit.

Scandals seemed to follow the wild and spirited woman wherever she went, one such occurring in 94 AC when she fell pregnant with her first and only child. The father was unknown to most, and kept secret by a few, though, many whispered that the aforementioned parent may have been her older sister's husband, Lord Corlys Velaryon; his name was just one whispered among many.

Motherhood did little to dampen the wild sprit of hers, the new mother determined for her daughter, Eraesella, to live just as freely and fearlessly as she had. As her illness worsened over the years, Rhaela and her young daughter were offered space in High Tide by her sister, Rhaenys, giving the young bastard a chance to grow up with a privilege few received.

By the start of of 106 AC, Rhaela and her young daughter had found themselves in King's Landing as guests of her cousin King Viserys I. He had appointed the best healers in all the realm to ensure that his "favorite cousins" comfort was prioritized.

In 108 AC, at the age of 33, The Wild Targaryen took her last flight upon her beloved dragon, flanked by her sisters and her fourteen year old daughter, mounted upon their own dragons.

Those closest to her and those lucky enough to have found themselves in her presence wept for days after her death. It is said by many that her dragon let loose a roar so sorrowful and powerful that it shook the very ground they stood upon as her funeral pyre was lit. The great dragon, Rovni, would not be seen for years after that, some believing he went into hiding to mourn the loss of yet another rider.

Rhaela Targaryen's untamable spirit lives on in those she touched so deeply, especially her daughter, Eraesella Storm.

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙xo xo | MS47˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: mick schumacher x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: none jus fluffy

summary: in which your boyfriend finds himself explaining your knack for seeming nonchalant when in reality you just value your privacy, or in which your boyfriend is a lovesick puppy at your side and his fans have a lot of questions about you 🥹💋

a/n: i hope i did this req justice!!!! not sure if i got the idea right but hopefully i did i loved writing it!!! my first ever fanfic for mick too!!!

request!!!: could you do a smau for Mick where he's dating a girl completely opposed to him, not gothic but more of a golden retriever x black cat relationship

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[fairysluna]

Hello, I just stumbled into your old account and read and LOVED one of your Aegon fanfics (What Should've Been) and I have a teeny tiny request, if you don't mind. It seems the reader had tuberculosis from the symptoms, especially the bloody coughs, and since Aegon was thoroughly exposed to it, I was wondering if you can maybe make a teeny tiny follow-up about how he also contracts the disease and dies and later joins the reader in the afterlife under the same weirwood tree where she's waiting for him in her wedding gown and Aegon goes to her and tucks a purple pansy in her ear and they walk off into the light, together at last.

Please, I'm terribly heartbroken (and depressed but that's just my usual depression) over this beautiful story and I'd love a follow-up, even if it's just bullet points of what happens 🥺🥺

Author's Note: Hi hun!! I love the fact that you love my story enough to come here and ask me to write more, I will always love to make a follow up of my fics... so this is entirely dedicated to you, love!! thank you for enjoying my writing (and srry for breaking your heart). These are bullet points btw and it is quite short, but i hope you like it!!🤍

WHAT SHOULD'VE BEEN — Aegon's Grief.

Summary: The aftermath of the biggest loss in Aegon's life: you. An epilogue for this story.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Arryn!Reader

Tags/TW: angst, grief, death, mentions of depression, sickness, sensitive content. If something is missing pls let me know.

Aegon didn’t leave his bed for days. The grief and sorrow in his heart was too much for him to bear. He wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t bathe, he wouldn’t even stand from his bed… the bed he used to share with you.

It was hard for him to go inside the room, the weeks before your funeral he couldn’t even bring himself to look at the door of it. Needless to say, he didn’t even step inside of it until the funeral was over. The sheets were still there, the shape of your body was still seen on the bed. He did not allow the maids to clean up the room; he could smell the scent of death that was left behind, but once he went closer to the bed he was able to smell your perfume… and that was enough for him to bury his face against the pillows as he sobbed and whined.

Alicent tried to go and persuade him to go back to his duties. He had become a King, but what kind of King he was if he didn't have his Queen by his side? What purpose was left for him when the most important person in the world was now gone? The forces of your love had left him without warming, the warmth of your love no longer covered his body in the shape of an affectionate kiss. He felt useless without you, for you were the only thing that brought meaning into his life.

Aemond would start to cover him up in the Small Council meetings and other duties. Aegon was in no condition to fulfill his activities, because not only his spirit was broken but his health was deteriorating with each passing day. The health of their King was starting to cause rumors around the halls, servants claimed that he went mad out of his own grief.

His chubby shape soon became a skeletal one. His rosy cheeks were now pale and bony, his cheekbones being too noticeable now. Alicent would go at night trying to make him eat something, but Aegon had lost his will to live the day he lost you. And eventually, the Gods were merciful enough… and they made him sick too.

Alicent knew what was coming, she had witnessed the same symptoms in you a few weeks ago before you took your last breath. She cried herself to sleep many nights as the Maester would only inform her that her son was slowly dying, with no signs of improvement at all. And then, the hallucinations started as Aegon was being slowly killed by the fever.

His already weakened body could not handle that sickness that came upon him. The lack of food, of sleep, along with his lack of will to live were enough to get him seriously ill, to the point when he started to speak to the maids thinking they were you.

"Oh, my sweet wife," he would say with a thin voice, barely audible. Most of his wording would be interpreted as mumbling and nonsense, "can't wait to see our beautiful child growing inside of you."

A few days later… Aegon passed away in the same bed that he used to share with you, grasping the same sheets that covered your body during your last days, and in the same bed where he held you close every night. And even though that was the day his body died, his soul had left him the same day you left him.

Alicent cried for days after the news, but she wasn't surprised at all. No one was. The love Aegon had for you was too obvious for everyone.

"Not even death could pull them apart," Aemond would say as he consoled his mother during the funeral, where Sunfyre was the one lighting the fire that ended up consuming his skeletal body.

Aegon thought he was dreaming when he found himself standing in the gardens, wearing a black suit but feeling light, the anguish that had haunted him for the past weeks was no longer there.

And then, he heard your laugh.

A small giggle that made him feel as if his heart was beating again. A sound so soft and gentle, delicate and blissful, that it brought a rose color upon his cheeks, which returned to be as chubby as they were before.

At first, he was afraid of turning around, thinking that it was a delusion, some trick of his mind making him hear things. But then, he heard it again, and the urge to look at your beautiful face once again was stronger than any fear that might succumb him. He needed to see you… and he did.

There you were, as beautiful as you have always been, wearing a tighter and less pompous version of your wedding gown. Your hair was falling down your shoulders in cascades, your eyes gleaming with pure happiness as you laughed at the pages you were reading. Aegon was enchanted, mesmerized by the angelic sound your laughter would produce.

He walked slowly towards you, as if he was scared you would become a pile of dust and fade into the wind, but you never did. Instead, you looked up at him and your eyes shined so bright that Aegon was sure he saw stars in them. You were so gorgeous, far from being the sick woman he saw before you passed. You were your old self, the woman who would make him laugh and make him fall in love all over again every single day.

"You came," you said with a radiant smile.

"You know I've never done well without you, my love," he replied.

You saw him picking up a flower from the greenest grass he's ever seen; a purple pansy soon was on your hair, and Aegon's heart felt alive once he felt your lips against the softness of his flushed cheeks. A gesture that he had terribly missed.

Aegon cupped your face between his hands, and looked down to you with admiration and pure devotion. Your eyes were full of life once again; a sight that Aegon wished to never forget again. Before you could say anything to him, he kissed you, and your lips felt warm and soft as they always were. Your touch made him feel like a teenage boy, the same boy that fell in love with you many years ago.

He realized then that he finally found heaven, that all his wishes and pleas were listened to by the Gods by sending him back to you; back to where he belonged.

Aegon saw your eyes once again, and right there he realized that the Gods were finally merciful, because now he got to spend the rest of his life by your side without having the constant fear of losing you again.

He finally found peace, because you were there with him.

[gojoshooter]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS- make a part 2 for sukuna x hindu bride/wife btw if it isnt obvious i'm in love with ur writing style please like make it as long as you want (but like longer than part 1) srry if this is too much to ask but damn i loved that one coz like no on ...NO ONE has ever written abt it (make it a lil smutty or suggestive pls<3 )

oops anonie, might've gone lil more than "suggestive" 🤭 here's part 1 for new readers!

Sukuna and his Hindu!Bride pt.2

tw. suggestive, oral (f!receiving), reader wears a saree the old way without blouse

It's been a few months into your marriage with the mighty king Ryomen Sukuna, and you've already started yearning for his undivided attention. Although he has never not been immersed and utterly obsessed with his little pretty Hindu!Bride since the first time, you crave being more than just in your busy man's arms at the fall of night.

Today, you peek out to make sure your husband is out of the chambers before you proceed with planning what to wear—and it's not the regular queen atire.

You're dressed in a long gorgeous saree, heavy golden ornaments dazzling head to toes. Sukuna loved watching you captivate him with your traditional elegance.

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Out of his thrown room after a long day, the king hears the ringing melody of your payal chiming around the royal garden. His brows rise up, Sukuna missed this playful sound around his shrine... it's about to be an interesting night.

Stepping into the loucious garden, he's walking around in the silver moonlight searching for your familiar silhouette with a subtle grin. “Where's my lady?” he drawls while seeking for your trace like a big cat.

Hidden behind a tree, you attempt your best to stop your giggles well known to the fact how sharp Sukuna's senses are. This little game kept your adrenaline high as you peeked your head to look where he is.

Stepping closer, Sukuna smirks standing right behind you, with your head the other direction. He whispers with a smug look on his handsome face “Brat, brat... so playful”. His sudden rough voice causes you a tiny flinch as you turn your head. Your playful almond eyes looking back up at him.

The king pulls you flush to his firm chest, drawing out a soft gasp from her bride. Two ruby-red eyes set on your softer ones as the smaller pair subtly checks you out up and down... demanding answers for what he didn't ask. A lazy huff leaves his chest as one of his big palm starts to caress your features. He can smell your arousal.

Blushing, you attempt to speak “King... my king,” a rough thumb is placed on your plush lips shutting you effectively. With a few more long minutes of him admiring or rather glaring down your adorable shy face, he finally let's go of your smaller body and you step back, flustered.

The king grips the end of your silky long atire, pulling it slowly with one of his large arms. As your saree unwraps your body, the pull makes you stumble back on his strong chest... now leaving you unveiled in front of Ryomen Sukuna like nothing but a flustered little mess.

The view made him grin. His queen, his Hindu!Bride clad in nothing but heavy jewels to cover her from the night's cold breeze. It almost looks like a part of your golden skin. Shivers run down your spine. No matter how many times, he would never fail to make your body feel worshipped like a real deity before pleasuring it.

“Mohini...” (enchantress) he whispers at the sight. Your heart accelerates at his remark, causing your blush to run down your neck.

The king's smirk widens as one palm goes for your heated centre, a mouth splitting open on it's surface as he hoists you up. A soft yelp comes out of you, while he brings you near a tree and holds you still on it's rough trunk. Your soft-as-petal limbs shake and twitch by the sides of his big wet mouth, chanting your king's name. You gasp for more air.

One snap from one of his hands, and small droplets of rain start falling down in the cold night. Watching your drunken eyes widen with wonder, he uses his two spare hands to grip tight on your ankles, pining them spread on the trunk as well. The first arm keeps you balanced up high in front of him while still drinking in all your essence. Sukuna seemed to be high on it's taste.

In the silent moment of intimacy, little sighs leave you as the rainfall soaks both of your bodies with water. Just how much is he capable of, will ever be a mystery to her wife as well.

“You are one seductive woman...” he grumbles next to your ear, sounding as if he hadn't spoken in ages. Skilled tongue on his palm firmly latched to your tender flesh. The dangling jewels on your hair, arms, waist, hips and ankles clinking together on your damp tan skin as your smaller body shook in his grip, creating music mixed with your whimpers of pleasure only for his ears's to listen.

Your arms flew to hug his neck, bringing him closer as you rode your intense high, eyes watering. Head spinned while Sukuna held you close, watching you breathe in and out to calm your heart.

“More...” came a weak voice from your dry throat, his sharp red eyes set on your pinned open body like a fragile butterfly, “Swami”.

His warm mouth latches on the side of your neck, sharp canines tracing their path to your favourite spot making your toes curl in air. The monster king smiles sadistically knowing he is anything but leaving you undisheveled right now in this royal garden...

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[sephirothsplaything]

DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 17

A/N: Baela im srry for giving you such an emotionally stunted little sister! I am very proud of this chapter btw(i barely edited this)

Rhaella ur mommy would be so proud of you!!

This is the story of Lady Rhaella Targaryen the I;the strange one and her role in the Dance Of Dragons. Loved by few and feared by many.

The blood of the dragon runs in Targaryen's veins. Something else runs in Rhaella.

BLACK TARGARYEN OC/READER

PARINGS: Aemond,Cregan,slight Jace,slight Addam,original charecter

read the last chapter here!

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WHAT KIND OF ELDER SISTER WAS SHE? Baela thought she was no longer befitting of the title. Rhaena was in the Vale alone, while Rhaella was…

Baela was no longer privy to Rhaella's doings as of late. Her younger sister had grown quite disconnected from the rest of them.

"Please sit, you'll tire yourself." Jace urged her. He watched in slight distress as his betrothed paced back and forth restlessly.

"My grandmother is fighting alone Jace!" Baela exclaimed. "And here we are just sitting around."

Jacaerys grabbed her hand gently sitting her down. The action made her relax slightly, but her mind was still racing.

"I don't like it either, but without Daemon we are stretched quite thin." He said, brow furrowing.

An uneasy silence settled over them both. They had dragons and yet the queen would not allow them to act. How would a victory ever be gained?

"I hate the way the lords treat me as if I am some coddled princeling," Jace muttered, making Baela chuckle a little.

"You are the crown prince and heir to the throne, you must act carefully." Baela reminded.

Jace hummed in thought. "Perhaps I am not completely stuck here."

Baela raised a brow, worried Jace was about to say something reckless.

"Rhaella mentioned House Frey, they have yet to choose," Jace said.

"She spoke with complete disregard for her grace, and you're here considering it?" Baela said.

It had not escaped her notice that Jace seemed to be particularly in tune regarding Rhaella's opinions. She wondered if she had missed something between them---Rhaella had not always cared for Jace until lately, while the prince thought her sister strange.

Their dynamic was quite odd to witness.

Jace stood, hand still intertwined with Baela's. He couldn't wait around any longer.

"I shall take Vermax and go myself." Jace decided. Baela shook her head.

"Her grace will not like it."

Jace placed a kiss onto her hand. "She will not know until I am long gone."

With that, he leaves Baela alone in her chamber. Jace's words stuck to her. It was not in her nature to sit idly. The least she could do was scout the battle.

So, the lady Baela with her brave spirit dawned her riding attire. She waited for a beat of time to ensure Jace had left and also that she would not be spotted.

There was one person she had not accounted for as she marched towards the dragon pits though.

Still lingering around the caves was Rhaella, stuck in a daze of sorts.

"Sister?" Baela called, bringing her out of it.

"Jace left," Rhaella said softly, her eyes were unblinking. It greatly unnerved Baela to no end.

"Yes, but he should be back soon," Baela responded. Rhaella took in her outfit, face changing into something far more expressive.

"And you're leaving as well?" Baela nodded.

"I am going to Rooks Rest."

Rhaella's eyes widened. "You mustn't!"

Baela scoffed, adjusting her glove.

"It was naught but hours ago you were calling for action," Baela said. "It was you who agreed I should've burnt Criston Cole."

Rhaella's behavior practically changed on a head, in a rather inhumane way. She gripped Baela's arm with a tight further.

"Moondancer cannot withstand Vhagar, do not be foolish," Rhaella said.

"And our grandmother shouldn't bear the burden alone," Baela responded.

Surely Rhaella knew that.

"And father..only the Gods know what he's doing at Harrenhal." Baela continued. She gestured to a dragonkeeper to summon her dragon.

"I doubt the Gods are with him," Rhaella muttered.

"Do not say such things." Baela scolded. Rhaella shrugged.

The chitters of the she-dragon bounced through the cave. Baela smiled warmly at the sight of Moondancer, patting her side.

The dragon nestled into Baela's touch, then turning her gaze to Rhaella expectedly.

Sighing, the girl gave in, petting Moondancers green scales lightly.

"Umbagon qana ,mandia." Rhaella resigned.'Stay sharp, sister' She knew better than to waste her breath any further in convincing Baela to stay.

"You know I shall," Baela assured. Mounting her dragon, she took off from the cave and into the skies.

Moondancer zipped through the skies swiftly. In truth, Baela had given little thought as to a plan. If it was Sunfyre and Aegon she'd be met with, perhaps she could manage an attack. Meleyes could more than handle the pair.

The wind whipped through Baela's short hair that was bound together in a ponytail.

It did not take long for her to arrive to the sight, though she smelled the battle before seeing it. The acrid smell of ash and blood permeated the air, causing Baela's eyes to sting.

There were bodies strewn on the ground, bloody and broken. Baela's stomach turned but tried to hold fast. She gripped the reins of Moondancer tighter, directing her through the mess.

Enemy soldiers shouted in response to her presence, some recognizing her from a fortnight ago when she chased Cole through the valley.

But what Baela saw caused the world around her to become completely mute.'

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, her beloved grandmother. Falling to the ground utop a limp, likely dead Meleyes.

Down to the ruble, Rhaenys fell. Baela screamed a choked-out cry, a futile attempt indeed.

Over the fallen dragon was Aemond atop Vhagar, looking more than proud of himself.

Him. He who had now taken the last piece of her heart. Aemond had served as a living slight to Baela's entire life.

First, he steals her mother's dragon, robbing Rhaena an attempt to claim her. Then,he slew their sweet cousin, Luke, for he was but a boy.

Somehow, he had managed to steal Rhaella's complete affection and reasoning--Causing a rift between the sisters.

And now, Aemond felt entitled to take the life of her grandmother?

Baela would not have it.

Adjusting herself on Moondacer,Baela dipped lower to the ground.

Rageful, she burned a chunk of the greens army. Moondancer's fire was not especially large.

But fire does not burn the flesh of men any less; Baela blocked out the pained cries of the soldiers. One thing plagued her mind.

Aemond must pay. He must die.

She charged Moondancer towards Vhagar brazenly, causing Aemond to take notice.

Aemond wondered if it was even worth it to slay such a tiny dragon. He certainly had no love for Baela, savage thing she was.

He wouldn't even need to burn her--Vhagar could eat them both in one go. Aemond steered his dragon to Baela, wondering if she really would attack.

At that moment, Baela seemed to snap out of her intentions, hastily turning Moondancer to flee.

Aemond knew he couldn't catch her, the dragon she possessed was far too quick. Still, he cruelly gave chase as best he could.

No real intention of killing her, and Rhaella would never forgive him. Defeating Rhaenys however, was necessary. She would come to understand it.

Aemond had much to celebrate, the title of prince regent was a breath away from him.

Baela's hair was in disarray, cheeks strewn with tears like the sea. She came here to do nothing, to do naught but watch the murder of her grandmother.

She flew back to Dragonstone---The dragonkeepers guided Moondancer back to the caves.

Baela stumbled out of the pits, halting momentarily to wipe her face. Rhaella would break at the news, and the eldest must stay strong.

She must stay strong.

Upon her return, she saw the members of the council, Queen Rhaenyra in talks with them. Rhaella looked distracted, her brows were furrowed in torment.

Baela nearly did not have the heart to add to it.

"I am told you went to Rooks Rest, without my permission no less." Queen Rhaenyra began, chiding the girl for being so reckless.

When Baela raised her head, Rhaenyra stopped abruptly.

"My grandmother has been slain."

Jace stepped forward slightly, wishing nothing more than to hold Baela.

"By Aegon?" Rhaenyra's voice broke slightly.

"Aemond." Baela could feel her eyes watering once more. She met the gaze of Rhaella--Her younger sister did not cry, nor did her face betray any emotion.

It enraged Baela, how she stood abnormally still.

"This atrocity must be swiftly answered!" Ser Alfred said others agreed.

Baela ignored them, still staring at Rhaella, whose eyes fluttered ever so slightly.

Something of a half whimper left Rhaella's lips--She moved to flee the room, likely to be alone.

"Rhaella, you must-" Jace tried, reaching out to her.

"Fuck off," Rhaella said, a coldness in her voice as she shoved past him.

"Clear the room." Queen Rhaenyra ordered. As the lords filed out, Baela ran to Jace, tears fully making themselves known.

Baela shook in his embrace as he held her tighter. In the midst of sorrow, she silently apologized to her grandmother. She tried to be brave, like her mother when she was consumed by Vhagar's flames or like Rhaenys herself in her final moments.

"Baela, come with me." Queen Rhaenyra says softly.

"But mother-" Jace tries. Baela clearly needed him, now more than ever.

"It's alright, Jace," Baela said, leaving him for Rhaenyra.

Baela and Rhaenyra entered the queen's quarters. They sat down together, Baela's sobs had been dimmed to sniffles.

"Where do you think Rhaella went?" Rhaenyra spoke first, she placed a gentle hand on Baela's leg.

"Who could know?" Baela said."She's like father in that way, fleeing when things become too much."

Rhaenyra nodded. She knew of Daemon's views regarding Rhaella. He would complain that she is silently flippant, opposing him at every turn.

However, in the same breath, he'd admit that her mind had to be some sort of weapon.

"Your grandmother was the fiercest among us, in her love and opinions," Rhaenyra said.

Baela smiled bitterly. "My mother used to tell me stories of how she used to scold her and my uncle, but could never in truth stay angry."

"Ah." Rhaenyra smiled at the incoming memories, back when things were much more simple. "I recall her being cross when Daemon fought for your mother's hand."

"They always have been at odds, but alas they were cousins," Baela said.

"I think.." Rhaenyra began, turning to Baela. "I fear there is something wrong with Rhaella."

Baela sighed,at least she was not the only one to notice.

"Sometimes, I hear to speaking to herself in her chamber," Baela admitted.

Rhaenyra's face contorted in confusion.

"She does not sleep, though she tries."

"Perhaps I should have sent her to Pentos, or away with Rhaena," Rhaenyra said.

Baela chuckled. "She'd sooner flee to the Red Keep." As the words left her mouth, she thought of Aemond--The jest instantly became unfunny.

"Well." Rhaenyra huffed. "Let us hope, for our sake, she finds what she is looking for."

........

RHAELLA SCREAMED UNTIL HER THROAT WAS RAW.

Still, though, she could not summon a single tear. Her exhaustion ate away at her but still could not find sleep.

She sat in The Cannibal's still empty cave, clutching the dragon hairpin her grandmother had gifted her.

She was gone. Rhaella felt a numbness overtake her body.

There might have been a slight sense of guilt when she thought of Aemond. However, it was nothing but apathy.

He was enjoying himself right now,Rhaella was sure. Reveling in the death of her grandmother. Aemond was likely with that bed whore Astris had mentioned.

Surely he was fond of her. Aemond still had plenty of people to care for around him, while Rhaella's numbers were dwindling.

The thought alone--Of Aemond happy by himself filled her with an unholy rage.

Placing the pin back in her hair, Rhaella decided to take an act she never thought was possible to do.

Rhaella went to her knees. Praying.

She had never prayed,or offered thanks to the Gods--Why should she?

But now, she was desperate.

Rhaella didn't even know to whom she was supposed to pray.

Perhaps…. the presence who had made himself known to her? He had plagued her with dreams and whispers. Somehow, this felt natural.

"Please." Rhaella began. She was not entirely sure what she was asking for.

Death? Mercy? A chance to prove herself?

Why not all?

"Take my soul if it so pleases you, but make me strong in return."

Rhaella clasped her hands tighter together, her scarred palms rubbed together.

"Make me powerful, grant me divine violence, and make thick my blood."

Rhaella decided she had voiced all her desires properly, she waited.

For what, she was not so sure. A sign? Or perhaps the God in question will take pity and strike her down.

What a silly girl she was.

As she raised her head, the unmistakable roars of a dragon made the cave rumble.

Her Aegarax. The Cannibal dragon.

Rhaella ran, faster than anything she ever had before. Her cloak flung behind her as she stumbled to see him.

The Cannibal landed onto the sand,staring at her. Rhaella's panted breaths slowed as all she could do was return the act.

Could this be?

As if it was a response of some kind,The Cannibal bent his neck for her.

This wild dragon, whom had killed and eaten scores of men crouched for her.

"Gods be good." Rhaella said in disbelief. She approached slowly with some semblance of confidence present.

"Aegarax?" Rhaella said, slowly reaching a hand to his nose. He leaned forward, into her touch.

"Lykiri," Rhaella spoke for good measure.

She hoisted herself on top of him, holding onto his horns. The feeling of his warmed scales underneath her was incomparable. Like a true bond.

Aegarax raised up again, stretching his wings. Rhaella briefly wondered if he would throw her off.

The Cannibal spread his wings further, beginning to walk forward.

Then he flew--Up into the skies he went, and Rhaella could do little but hold on for dear life.

Her cloak whipped behind her as well did her hair in the wind. For a time, she dared not move, seizing in place.

She was on a dragon. No, she was riding her dragon.

Sitting up slightly, Rhaella readjusted her grip onto the spikes on his back.

She looked up to the skies, passing through clouds. The air felt slightly cooler at this height.

A fit of shocked laughter left her. Rhaella tried to recall the books she had read as a child, how she watched other riders fly with their dragons.

But they had saddles, and she had nothing. Rhaella moved along with Aegarax's rhythm. The Cannibal was a little rash in his flight as he sped through the air.

At one time, Rhaella used to think that she would prefer a much slower dragon.

Clearly, her mind was changed in an instant. It occurred to her that she was hardly controlling him in any particular direction, but she hardly cared.

Aegarax could fly her well into the east for all she cared. Rhaella closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of her bond.

It was not until she reopened her eyes did Rhaella realized she was nearing Kings Landing.

Cursing, she gripped onto the cannibal's horns for control.

"Daor kesīr!" Rhaella urged 'Not here!'

After a few attempts, Aegarax detoured the path to Kings Landing, instead hovering over the woods nearby.

They very well could've been spotted, shot down even.

"Tegun kesīr" Rhaella directed, nearly sternly.'Land here.'

Through the short exchange, Rhaella found that Aegarax responded better to sharp and direct commands.

The Cannibal settled to the ground,Rhaella reluctantly jumped down from him.

Her legs wobbled, adjusting to the gravity.

Why did he bring her here, of all places? Aegarax's head plopped to the ground as if he had done his part in full.

Petting his side absentmindedly, Rhaella thought about what to do next.

If they were now bonded, perhaps he was in tune to her desires.

That brothel whore, the one who keeps Aemond company.

Rhaella raised the hood of her cloak over her head, concealing her silver locks.

Keeping her head down, she walked to the inner cities of Kings Landing. The place was just as packed as it was last time she ventured here.

Smelled twice as awful too.

Walking through the streets of Flea Bottom, Rhaella listened in for any information.

People here were starving and angry. They knew not who was leading them as Aegon seemed to disappear.

Rhaella hoped he was dead.

In the sea of people,one girl caught her eye.

It was Elinda, maid to the Queen Rhaenyra. But what was she doing here?

Rhaella hurried to catch up with her and once she was within reach she grabbed her.

"Elinda." Rhaella hissed.

"My lady?" She said once she realized who held her arm. "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Rhaella asked.

Elinda looked around cautiously. "I was sent here by the queen,she has a plan."

Plan? Rhaella was sure Mysaria was involved.

Elinda took in Rhaella's silence. "Come with me."

The maid directed Rhaella to one of the houses. Inside was a plump looking girl, sitting with Astris.

At the sight of Rhaella, Astris jumped from her seat.

"My lady?"

Rhaella breathed out in relief. "So you're ok."

Astris held Rhaella's hands, taking her in.

"How did you come here?" Astris asked. "By boat?"

Rhaella shook her head,taking a seat.

"My dragon." The sentence felt foreign on her tounge,but she supposed it would take some getting used to.

"What!" Astris exclaimed. "You finally claimed him?"

Rhaella's lips twitched onto a smile.

"I did."

"I am glad of it but you must return," Elinda said. Rhaella removed her hood and sat down. Noticing Rhaella's loose hair, Astris's fingers began to braid it, almost instinctively.

"I think i would rather hear about this plan." Rhaella said.

"The queen shall send food to the city," the girl blurted out. When Rhaella's attention turned to her, she blushed profusely.

"Do say it louder, Diana, so the whole city might hear you," Astris muttered sarcastically.

So the queen had considered using the people's hunger, originally Rhaella's own suggestion.

"The queen and lady Mysaria have seen to it themselves," Elinda added.

Rhaella adjusted her head slightly as Astris continued to braid.

"And when is this to happen?" Rhaella asked.

"On the morrow," Diana replied.

Come daylight, fleeing the city would be harder. Whatever she indened to do must be done this very night.

"Aegon is abed with injuries,I hear." Astris said,hands falling from Rhaella's hair.

"I hope he dies." Diana said.

Rhaella smirked. At least her grandmother hadn't gone without doing damange.

"The council has crowned Aemond prince regent," Elinda said.

"I'm sure he is positively gloating about that." Rhaella said.

It was almost funny--They both achieved something they've been longing for since childhood.

Aemond wished to be above his brother, seated on the throne.

Rhaella wished for a power,a dragon.

"He has already ordered the city gates shut, there is hardly food here," Astris says.

If Aemond got so much as an inkling that there was a plot,all the small folk would suffer for it.

"Aemond needs to be subdued in some way, at least for a time." Rhaella suggested.

Astris stood up, walking to a table laid with all sorts of books and plants. "Are you offering yourself up, my lady?"

"If you offer something I can use on him, then perhaps," Rhaella said.

Astris hummed, grabbed a book, and disappeared to the back.

"There is more." Elinda said. "The Queen has ordered me to collect any possible bastards with Targaryen blood."

"To what end?" Rhaella fiddled with her braid.

"From what I understand, there could be potential dragon riders among them."

Bastards on dragons? What a wretched idea. All her life she spent dragonless till now,and some scrappy commoner would mount one so easily?

It was nothing short of an insult. She decided to leave it to her grace,and wanted no parts of it.

Soon, Astris returned a vial of some sort in hand. Placing it on the table, she looked to Rhaella expectantly.

"What is it?" Diana asks. Rhaella picked it up; it was filled with a clear liquid, looking still like water.

"If she pours enough of it into his wine, he'll eventually enter a deep sleep," Astris says.

Meaning,Rhaella must find a way to get close--Perhaps in his chamber.

"It is dangoures!" Diana exclaimed. "She'll surely die."

"Perhaps." Rhaella mused. She had no intention of dying this night,not after the great feat she accomplished.

"Her grace would not have you put yourself in harms way." Elinda said. Rhaella ignored her, shoving the vile in her cloak.

"Astris?" Elinda tried. "The queen did not order for this."

The Pentoshi girl smiled flippantly, eyes fixed onto Rhaella. "I only serve my lady."

Elinda watched the two in half horror. Mysaria was right, Astris and Rhaella were quite the frightening match.

"I shall return, later into the night," Rhaella announced, raising up the hood of her cloak.

She slipped her dagger under the band of her stocking. "If morning comes and I still have not returned, I've been slain."

In truth,Rhaella sincerly douted that Aemond would hurt her. As it stood,she had much and more a reason to harm him.

"My lady?" Astris said,catching Rhaella's attention. "How would you like to proceed?"

Rhaella thought for a moment. She required more information before throwing herself into certain death.

"That brothel harlot," Rhaella stated, her violet eyes darkened. "I want to see her."

[angeliqueiguess]

Crushing Hard, Lifting Heavy (Pt. 2)

w.count: 2.6k

pairing: gymtrainer! jeno x afab!reader

genre: little fic (based on this requested moodboard)

tags: swearing, suggestive, Mark being a douche and Haechan being annoying (srry), Jeno & reader falling for each other before the date lol, Reader's bff being funny, snarky comments, sarcasm, fem reader but it doesnt specify how she looks like.

As Y/n left the gym and slid into her car, she mentally kicked herself for making a fool of herself.

"How do you just leave without giving him your number?" she said, turning the key to start the engine. She sat there for a moment, staring at the gym entrance, replaying everything that had just happened.

"Well… at least I gave it to him, right?" she muttered softly, glancing at her phone resting on the passenger seat beside her gym bag. But as the scene replayed in her mind, embarrassment crept up her neck, setting her cheeks on fire.

The drive home didn’t offer much relief—her thoughts were racing. If she was this anxious now, how on earth was she going to survive Friday at six? Wait, it was at six, right? Yeah… six. She shook her head, trying to stop the spiral.

When she finally got home, her pet greeted her with an explosion of excitement.

"Hey, baby! Did you miss me?" she cooed, her voice soft and playful as she closed the door behind her. "Are you hungry? Hmm? Wanna eat?" she continued in that silly voice reserved only for her pet—no one else could ever hear her talk like this.

After feeding him, she sighed and stretched. Her muscles ached from the day’s workout, which had been way more intense than she’d expected. A shower first, then food. That was the plan.

"I swear, Sora, he just came up to me and asked," Y/n said shyly, setting her phone on the counter as she stirred the food she was cooking. She was on a video call with her friend, who was far too curious to let the conversation slide.

"Oh. My. God!" Sora exclaimed dramatically. "This is the kind of story you tell your grandkids!" Y/n chuckled, shaking her head as she reached for some seasoning.

"Ugh, shut up!" she said with a grin. "For a second, I seriously thought he was messing with me." Sora scoffed.

"Mess with you? Girl, have you seen yourself?" Y/n rolled her eyes, and Sora was quick to pounce. "Don’t even try it—I saw that eye roll!" Sora teased, making Y/n laugh as she leaned on the counter, resting her face in her hands.

"It’s not that big of a deal," Y/n sighed. "I mean, he asked me out, but he’s way too good-looking for this to go smoothly. There’s gotta be a catch." Every few moments, she stirred the food to keep it from burning.

"Maybe," Sora said, "but the point is—he asked. Don’t overthink it." Y/n opened her mouth to respond, but Sora cut her off. "Come on, Y/n! You showed me pictures of this guy. He’s delicious." Y/n burst out laughing, quickly clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

"Stop it, Sora!" she scolded, half-embarrassed, shaking her head.

"I’m just saying!" Sora said, pausing for effect. "If I were in your shoes, I’d already have his babies—and you know it." Y/n gave her a look, one that said everything without words.

"I’m not doing that. I mean, I thought about it, but I’ll never actually do it. I promise," Sora said holding up her hands in deffense. "Look, if it all goes south, just stop going to that gym. Not like you need it, queen." Y/n sighed, her thoughts circling back.

"I don’t know. He’s just so nice—always smiling when he helps me with stuff... I feel so dumb sometimes, like my brain goes haywire whenever he’s around. And I start stuttering, too." Sora gave her a knowing look, as if to say, Girl, you’ve already fallen.

"Y/n L/n, listen to me," Sora said, clutching her chest theatrically. "You’re caught. Hook, line, and sinker, my friend."

"Maybe…" Y/n admitted with a soft sigh. "But seriously, there’s got to be something off about him. He’s just too perfect."

Without missing a beat, Sora asked, "What if he’s got a small dick?" Y/n choked on the food she was taste-testing, coughing violently.

"You—!" she wheezed, clutching her chest as she struggled to breathe.

"Are you okay?! Should I call an ambulance?" Sora asked, holding her phone closer in concern. Y/n kept coughing, waving her hand to signal she was fine.

"You’re… an idiot, Sora," she managed between gasps, finally catching her breath.

"Well, excuse me! I was ready to drive over there and save your life!"

"Trust me, if I’d actually choked, I’d already be dead," Y/n said dryly, seeing the amused yet scandalized expression on her friend’s face.

"Don’t even joke about that! You’re not dying—not without getting a good look at your trainer’s package first," Sora teased.

Y/n shook her head, biting back a grin. "You’re impossible. Now, if you don’t mind, my food is ready, and I’d really like to eat it while it’s still hot."

"Alright, enjoy your meal, girl!" Sora said cheerfully before ending the call. Y/n placed her phone on the counter, smiling to herself.

And then, the last thing she expected happened. Well, it wasn’t that she feared it exactly, but she definitely wasn’t prepared for it to occur at that moment. ''Damn, I cook too well'' She murmured to herself with a satisfied smile as she unlocked the screen.

“Jeno Gym” — 2 messages.

Her heart skipped a beat. She swallowed quickly and accidentally tapped the notification, opening the chat instantly. "Great… now he’s going to think I’m desperate," she thought, a mix of frustration and nerves washing over her.

There were two voice messages. She adjusted the volume, took a deep breath, and with a slight tremble in her finger, pressed the first one.

“Hey, hi... sorry for the late hour, it’s Jeno, your trainer,” he said, ending with a light laugh. Y/n felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks. She abruptly paused the audio and let out a nervous sigh, glancing at her dog, Junni, who was watching her with curiosity, his tail wagging excitedly.

''Don’t look at me like that, Junni… This is not the best time for judgment'' she muttered under her breath, lowering her head for a moment. Gathering her courage, she pressed play on the audio again, ready to face whatever came next.

“I wanted to know where you’d like to go on Friday... I know it’s still a few days away, and maybe I’m moving too fast, sorry.”

The first message ended, and without giving her time to process it, the next one started.

“But no pressure, okay?” Jeno added in a relaxed tone. “I hope you have a lovely night. Text me whenever you want, no rush, you decide.”

When Jeno’s voice faded, Y/n dropped the phone onto the counter as if it were burning hot. The sigh that escaped her this time was deeper, almost resigned. She looked at Junni, who was still there, wagging his tail with enthusiasm, as if everything were perfectly under control.

''Your auntie was right, Junni... I’m completely lost ''She admitted, surrendering to the chaos that Jeno had stirred in her mind. She buried her face in her hands, as if that could somehow slow the racing of her heart.

This is it; there’s no turning back now, she thought to herself.

On the other side of the city, Jeno was in his apartment, nervously drumming his fingers against his knee. He felt an urge to punch the wall every time he thought about the voice messages he had sent.

''God... did I sound too stupid?'' He said, slumped in a corner of the couch. His phone sat on the table across the room like a ticking bomb. He couldn't even bring himself to look at it. The embarrassment coursed through him.

“What if she doesn’t reply? What if she says yes and then regrets it? What if she just stands me up?” The thoughts spiraled endlessly. He wanted to get up, but each time he tried to walk toward the phone, he froze in place.

“What if she thinks I’m just some desperate guy who’s never been out with a woman?” he asked himself quietly, feeling anxiety tighten around his chest. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

Finally, he sprang to his feet.

''Fuck it... It’s now or never.'' He crossed the room with determination, even though his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest. When he reached the phone, he picked it up, seeing her name on the screen: Y/n. He exhaled slowly, a nervous smile creeping onto his face. It wasn’t just one message... it was three voice notes.

He mentally prepared himself and, refusing to be intimidated any longer, opened the chat.

''Come on, Jeno, grow a fucking pair...'' He whispered to himself, trying to boost his courage. He tapped the first audio, and Y/n's voice filled the room.

“Hey, Jeno...”

Immediately, he paused the message. The phone trembled in his hands, as if he needed it to breathe. ''Breathe, damn it...'' He muttered under his breath, and hit play again.

“Um, honestly, I’d prefer if you chose the place... You seem like someone with good taste, haha.” Hearing her laughter felt like a celestial choir erupted in his head. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sound. But the moment was short-lived; in the background, he heard a bark that jolted him back to reality. He frowned, confused, but soon understood.

In the next audio, Y/n continued with a soothing tone.

“And don’t worry, you didn’t sound rushed at all.” Jeno felt his chest lighten, a smile breaking across his face involuntarily. He could hear her gently scolding something.

“Junni, stop it.”

That little detail made him smile even more. Not only did he like her, but he also found her pet adorable. As the last audio began to play, Jeno felt like he could listen to her voice on repeat for the rest of his life.

“So Friday is your turn... Next time, it’s my turn, okay?” The air caught in his throat.

''Wait... what the fuck?'' —he whispered, incredulous.

He rewound the message to make sure he hadn’t imagined it.

“Next time, it’s my turn, okay?”

Jeno froze for a few seconds, trying to process it. Another date? Was she really saying she wanted there to be a next time? His stomach flipped with excitement. Euphoric, he scrambled for the right words to reply. He had to respond quickly... but without sounding too eager.

''Come on, Jeno, think!'' —he told himself quietly, rubbing his hands together. Finally, he pressed the button to record a voice message.

''Okay, perfect! See you tomorrow at the gym... Good morning!'' With a huge smile, he sent the message. But that smile faded in an instant. As soon as he heard the audio he had just sent, he brought a hand to his face in horror.

''God... I fucked it up!!'' He tried to delete the message, but it was too late: Y/n had already heard it. Now all he could do was wait.

Ping! A text.

´´Hahahaha, that was funny! Anyways, see you tomorrow <3''

''A heart, she sent me a heart'' He said out loud plopping down in the sofa with an ear-to-ear smile.

The following days passed by normally… well, normal for everyone else except them. For Y/n and Jeno, those days were anything but easy. They weren’t torturous in a bad way, but the anxiety was overwhelming. Both of them were bundles of nerves leading up to the date. They barely managed to talk to each other, and when they did, the words seemed to get stuck in their throats. Y/n kept losing count during her sets, and Jeno got constant scoldings from Mark for zoning out.

“Hey! Focus!” Mark snapped at him, irritated. “Stop drooling over your girlfriend and go help Haechan with the leg press. He won’t shut up about it.” Jeno rolled his eyes and sighed as he walked past Mark.

“I wish she was,” he muttered under his breath. Mark let out a mocking laugh.

“You? Not even in your next life.” His gaze stayed locked on Y/n as he spoke. Jeno turned, fists clenched, ready to fire back, but Haechan’s loud whining interrupted him.

“Jeno! Help me, please!” Haechan called out dramatically, clutching his back like he was in real pain.

“You’re so annoying,” Jeno grumbled, shaking his head as he walked over to him. “This isn’t even that heavy. You work here, idiot—aren’t you supposed to be strong enough for this?” Jeno grunted as he practically moved the press on his own, doing most of the heavy lifting.

“Thanks, man,” Haechan said, grinning. Jeno barely nodded, but as he glanced up, his heart sank—Y/n was talking to Mark. His legs moved on instinct, but just as he was about to head over, Haechan’s arm blocked his way. “Bro, chill… There are people here,” Haechan warned in a low voice.

“Fuck the gym,” Jeno muttered, pushing Haechan’s arm aside. He wasn’t planning to cause a scene; he just wanted to eavesdrop on whatever conversation was happening.

Feigning that he was adjusting a machine, Jeno leaned closer, ears straining to catch their words.

“So, got any plans for tomorrow night?” Mark asked casually, though the tone grated on Jeno’s nerves. His jaw tightened.

“Yes, I do,” Y/n answered confidently, her tone calm and collected—so different from the knot twisting in Jeno’s stomach.

“Care to share who the lucky guy is?” Mark teased, that smug grin plastered on his face. “Or girl… Anyone would be lucky to have you.” Jeno’s grip on the dumbbell tightened. Was Mark seriously treating her like some kind of prize? He couldn’t take it anymore. With a subtle shift, Jeno moved a weight just enough to make a loud clink, enough to grab their attention without looking obvious.

Both Y/n and Mark glanced toward the sound.

“Yes,” Y/n said, still facing Mark, before turning her gaze toward Jeno. “I’m going out with Jeno.”

She smiled at him, and Jeno, caught off guard, managed to smile back—though it felt more like his brain had short-circuited. For a moment, he swore he saw Mark’s jaw drop. And savored every second of it.

The day had finally arrived. Y/n didn’t show up at the gym, but Jeno wasn’t too worried—she’d already texted him:

"Jeno, I’m skipping the gym today. Don’t miss me, lol."

It had been three hours since the message, and Jeno was still in a good mood, practically walking on air. The excitement for what the night had in store kept his nerves at bay.

''So, she ditched you, huh?'' Haechan teased, draping a heavy arm over Jeno’s shoulder. Without missing a beat, Jeno shrugged off his friend’s arm with a casual roll of his shoulder, pretending it didn’t faze him.

''Nah'' He replied coolly, shrugging. ''She said she’s getting ready for tonight. You know… girl stuff. You wouldn’t understand.'' He threw in a nonchalant wave and made his way toward one of the machines, though his heart was pounding beneath the surface. Of course, Haechan trailed behind, sticking to him like a shadow.

''Mark told me she’s going out with you tonight. Thought he was joking, to be honest.'' Haechan smirked, that signature teasing grin on full display.

Jeno snorted softly, shaking his head with a smug grin of his own. ''Oh really? '' He said, raising an eyebrow without giving much away.

He didn’t bother saying anything else, knowing full well that feeding Haechan’s curiosity would only make things worse. Instead, he shot him a quick look that said, "You can keep wondering," and walked off, leaving Haechan behind this time.

His thoughts were already far ahead—on tonight, and only on her.

Jeno clocked out of work at exactly 4:00 PM, which meant he'd be home by 4:20. A quick shower, a little time to get ready, and by 6:00, he’d be at Y/n’s door—right on time. He had chosen a restaurant that hit the sweet spot: not too expensive, but not too casual either. It was a place he knew well, with a reservation already secured. Everything was set. There was nothing left to stress about. As he started the car, he fired off a message to Y/n, telling her a bit about his day and letting her know he’d text when he was outside. With the message sent, he tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and focused on getting home in one piece.

Meanwhile, Y/n was on the verge of a meltdown. She had absolutely no clue what to wear. In a moment of desperation, she’d even tried to get Junni, to help her decide—holding up two different outfits and waiting for some kind of sign. But Junni just stayed curled up in his bed, completely uninterested in the existential crisis of someone with rent to pay.

“Thanks for nothing, Junni,” she muttered, half-frustrated, half-defeated, giving him a light scratch behind the ears. He barely flicked his tail in response.

With a heavy sigh, she slumped down on the couch, still wrapped in towels—one twisted around her damp hair and another around her body. She’d only just stepped out of the shower when Jeno’s text popped up on her phone.

And that’s when it hit her—she didn’t have an outfit planned. How did I forget this?! Panic started bubbling to the surface, making her chest feel tight.

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Angelique's note: Heeeey, it's me! And with an update! Sorry for making it so long (the next chapters will be filled with a lot of things, iykyk) Anyhow, here is the part two of this Jeno fic! I hope everyone enjoyed it and let me know what you think in the ask box (i truly love answering your yapping <3) As always, every type of interaction will be welcome and don't forget to eat and to stay hydrated. Love yaaaaa.

Taglist: @thegracerammy (let me know if you would like to be tagged in the next chapter <3)

[cheersforrevenge]

My Dragon

season 8 daenerys targaryen x fem knight!reader

warnings : n/a

srry this is rlly short 💕 also dany’s high valyrian is in bold!!

Ash from the bodies and buildings of King’s Landing dusted your tied up hair. You were Daenerys’ sworn knight. You hated what happened back at King’s Landing but it had to be done. Cersei couldn’t be negotiated with.

As soon as you get halfway up the Red Keep’s stairs, you see her. Your Queen, the last dragon. Daenerys’ deep purple gaze finally meets you and she smiles.

Once, you finish climbing the stairs her hand reaches out for yours. “I had hoped as a little girl that someone would be here with me and here you are.” You were one of the only people who stuck with her from the beginning.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything, my Queen.” You say dropping her hand and bowing. No matter how hard you try, you can’t get Dany out of your head. You couldn’t realize it but you haunted Daenerys’ thoughts. She always loved you. Ever since, you were just two girls playing as knight and princess.

“Before I claim the iron throne, I want you with me forever. You have always been at my side but I want you to be my knight. Mine… Do you understand what I’m saying?” She steps closer to you.

“Of course, my dragon.” The Mother Of Dragons is so close to you that you see the air she exhales. Suddenly, she firmly presses her lips against yours. Every little memory you have with her flashes through your head.

When she pulls back, you smile as wide as possible. Daenerys looks deeply into your eyes and grabs your hand one more time before turning towards her army.

“Blood of my blood,” Daenerys Targaryen says and the troops quiet down. “You kept all your promises to me. You killed my enemies in their iron suits. You tore down their stone houses. You gave me the Seven Kingdoms!” The Unsullied bang all of their spears three times, after every dedication and message she says.

“Torgo Nudho,” she says, addressing Grey Worm. “You have walked beside me since the Plaza of Pride. You are the bravest of men, the most loyal of soldiers. I name you commander of all my forces, the Queen’s Master of War.”

“Y/N, My sworn knight. The one who protected me from all. My one and truest love. So much of your life you have spent traveling along side me. I name you head of the Queen’s guard, the Queen’s shield.” Daenerys says turning her head and smiling at you.

“Unsullied,” Daenerys Targaryen says as Tyrion approaches the queen from behind. “All of you were torn from your mothers’ arms and raised as slaves. Now you are liberators! You have freed the people of King’s Landing from the grip of a tyrant!”

“But the war is not over. We will not lay down our spears until we have liberated all the people of the world!”

“From Winterfell to Dorne, from Lannisport to Qarth, from the Summer Isles to the Jade Sea!” This was the beginning of Daenerys Targaryen’s conquest of the whole world. Nothing would stop her now.

“Women, men, and children have suffered too long beneath the wheel. Will you break the wheel with me?” The Unsullied pound their spears in a steady beat.

Tyrion approaches the queen who catches him out of the corner of her eye.

“You freed your brother,” Daenerys says, not looking at him. “You committed treason.”

“I freed my brother,” Tyrion says. “And you slaughtered a city.”

She turns to face him. He removes his Hand of the Queen broach and throws it down the staircase, where it lands at the foot of an Unsullied soldier.

The pounding stops. She looks at her former Hand with contempt, swallows hard, and says “take him” in Valyrian. Two nearby Unsullied soldiers escort him away.

The soldier who the pin fell by, walks up to Daenerys and hands the pin to her. She looks down at the pin and says, “Thank you, soldier.”

She walks over to you. “I guess you are getting another promotion today.” Daenerys pushes the pin onto your coat.

“I will honor these positions till the day I die, my love.” You say softly grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her.

[fizzyflakess]

YOOOOOO!

I am the Spade anon from the JRWI role-play. I just wanted to say thanks to all you for role-playing with me!!! You guys are amazing in and out of character! I hope you guys liked Spade- or at least what they did for the plot! Srry if I ever took too long or was annoying. I hope you guys had as much fun as I did!

Here is a drawing of Spade and some doodles(some colored) of some of my favorite moments! Thanks again! (Tw: Also their is some blood coming out of spades mouth one the third page of fan art)

I’m @ everyone who was added into the doodle(I hope that’s ok) and If I didn’t draw you still thanks for being a part of this!!! :D

@millenniumchibo @aferinbyname @capn-liz @payedtheprice @theriptidecrewsoneandonlyoliver @artificers-rule-bc-im-ensa @papa-possibility @edyn-tidestrider-is-trying @the-alphonze @mrdreyferin @lala-queen-lala

(Hoping I didn’t miss anyone)

[lunenights]

DATING LIZZIE SALTZMAN HEADCANONS

(gif creds to legaciesladies.)

Lizzie Saltzman x Fem!Witch!Reader

A/N: I miss my girl so much and got sm comfort from this😭 srry this is kinda short

• Hugs. Hugs. Hugs, and did I mention hugs?

• I can see Lizzie being the big spoon most of the time, but once in a while she needs to be held by her girl.

• Lizzie is very protective over the people she cares about, and will not hesitate to protect you any chance she gets. (It’s a hero thing.)

• We all know she’s the fashion queen, so she loves picking out your outfits! (and critiquing them👀.) “What about this?” “God no Y/N, have I taught you nothing?”

• You literally defend this girl with your LIFE. All you want for her is complete happiness and anyone ruining that will feel your wrath. (Penelope would know all about that.)

• We know that Lizzie has faced a lot of challenges due to her mental health, but you do absolutely everything in your power to help her. She needs to yell in the woods? There you are right beside her. She needs a meditation session? Oh, there you are joining in. She knows and appreciates every little thing you do for her.

• Forehead kisses are a big yes doesn’t matter if it’s giving or receiving.

• She loves doing spells with you!

• She always turns to you if in need of siphoning wither it being holding your hand, waist, or giving a you a kiss.

• If you are mad at her, she will try everything to make it up to you - even going to what she calls ‘extreme lengths’ to get you your favourite ice cream. “I know you’re mad.. but I went to very extreme lengths to get you f/ic/f, so if that doesn’t bring you out of your ‘mood’ I don’t know what will.” You frown. “Extreme lengths?” She crosses her arms nodding. “I had to walk through that disgusting shopping centre for ICE-CREAM.”

• Now, if she’s mad at you, you will probably face the cold shoulder for a bit, only receiving glares from her and sympathetic looks from Josie. While you are trying to talk things out with your girlfriend, You both find yourselves in confrontation with a monster. You saw it ready to attack Lizzie and instantly flung yourself in-front of her shielding her from the monster resulting in you getting injured. “Are you stupid? You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” She shouts absolutely mortified. “Better me than you.” You muttered, holding your head. She sighed, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “Don’t scare me like that again.”

• From that moment, she knew you’d risk your life for her at the drop of a hat.

[horsetailcurlers2]

tagged by @emily-prentits and @shrrpteeth :)

rules: answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with

favorite color: baby blue

last song: would’ve, could’ve, should’ve by taylor swift

currently reading: it’s been nine million years since i read a physical book but the fanfiction i’m currently reading is “running in the shadows” by strideofpride

currently watching: my first time rewatching greys! i got the dvds for seasons 1-3 and i’m almost done with season two. catching a lot of things i missed the first time around.

currently craving: corned beef hash. no idea why

coffee or tea: coffee! waaay too much for somebody w my levels of anxiety.

hobby to try: really really want to learn crochet bc i keep seeing cute patterns on tiktok. i recently got very into cross stitching and it only increased my desire to learn crochet bc i saw somebody cross stitching with yarn ON crochet

current au: my never-actually-drafted swan queen college au has been on my mind lately but i actually just started fiddling with a maddek new york polycule AU that idk will ever see the light of day bc it’s mostly an excercise to get my repressed ass comfortable with writing smut.

no pressure tags: @crime-wives @hayscodings @jbthegift @darlingwrecks

pressure tags: @mostlikelyshutup

(srry that’s not nine people)

[pokedelivery-girl]

cassette!

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memory: Alias

Callisto's room, Somewhere in Unova, 20XX

"You have (1) unread message(s) in your inbox."

Without so much as batting an eye, Callisto clicked on it. It took a few seconds for the page to load - broadband internet's just like that, of course. She's heard on the TV that internet speeds will only get faster someday, and she couldn't wait for it to happen.

"Uuuughhh..." Callisto groaned, with Aurora - still a Kirlia, playing with some crayons, taking a quick glance.

"Krii?"

"It's nothing, just... complaining."

"Li-lia."

Load, the page eventually did. And visible upon the screen... a rather unusual PM, signed xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx. Callisto's heart skipped a beat for a second - that's one of the forum admins! Ack- she KNEW she shouldn't have posted that fic- but, no way to proceed other than biting the metaphorical bullet...

"SALUTATIONS!!! seeing as how thou art an active member of our community i would like 2 invite thee 2 The Royal Parley! srry that we didn't sendeth thou an invite earlier bt we were kinda reconfiguring the chat. our royal engineer hath fixed it so we should be good ^^ BUT EITHER WAY! rejoice, w1nged_freeshooter, as thou shalt finally be able to PARLEY WITH US! AND OTHER FORUM MEMBERS! THANKS TO THE WONDERS OF HIGH SPEED INTERNET!!!!!!!!

link here btw <3 hope 2 see u soon! pw is LVN4T!KR3D3Y35 btw.

- xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx

♤♡◇♧Queen Of The Underworld, Eliza - None Escape My Lunatic Red Eyes♧◇♡♤"

Callisto's heart rate dropped back to resting as soon as she read the second sentence. Aurora already came to sit right by her, latching onto the panicked-for-a-second girl to comfort her for that brief period. Callisto wrapped an arm around her, performing one of those awkward side hugs.

"Rii..?"

"I know, I'm fine, I just... thought I got banned for a second."

Aurora doesn't understand anything about the internet, of course, but she's always open to comfort Callisto whenever she feels - or in this case, felt troubled. She turned her head to the screen. Being a Pokémon, she doesn't couldn't read, of course, but there was alot of red on her screen...

"Rii-ya."

"That's just the text colour Eliza likes to use."

"Riiiii-ya."

"It's not a bad colour! I mean - I know red looks dangerous... to us all... but it's fine here!"

"Rrm."

Aurora nods, understanding, but a little suspicious. The colour disappeared from the screen soon afterwards as Callisto clicked the link. One quick installation of Silph Network Messenger later, she entered the invite and the password, and sooner or later..

W1nged_Freeshooter has joined the chatroom.

kyokuya: but no that's dumb. they'd catch them at the airport if they went n flew to unova

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: FREESHOOTER!!!! SALUTATIONS N WELCOME 2 OUR PARLAY!!!

kyokuya: oh shit it's really her. welcome!

omittedoddish: hey hey. sorry for the holdup.

...There's an unusual sense of gratification as the people took the time out of their day to greet her. It... makes her happy.

She responded.

W1nged_Freeshooter: hi hi! Glad to join you lot!

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: it is an honour 2 haveth thou here!! i'm trying to get celia 2 look but she responds not to my royal summons

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Eliza what part of do not disturb do you not get.

W1nged_Freeshooter: "Celia"?

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: AS UR QUEEN I HAVE THE RIGHT!!

AllyenosTheLamplighter: No you do not. Also, yes, that's me. Welcome! Should I call you by your screenname or any other name?

Huh. It's... honestly not something she thought about too much. But now that they mention it... maybe she could.

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: YES I DO!!

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Drag your ass ad your Pokémon down to Galar. If you want the right to annoy me you gotta earn it.

AllyenosTheLamplighter: and*

She... doesn't mind the name Callisto. It's a cool name after all, but... there's always some feeling missing when people call her that. A sense of self, a sense of... well, her owning that name.

omittedoddish: it has been 0 days since the last time Celia challenged Eliza to a battle

kyokuya: we're not usually like this i stt

And she'd explored. And she came with another name she likes. But she's never had the chance to extensively be called that, other than by herself. Maybe they could...

W1nged_Freeshooter: well, my name is Callisto, but I'd like it if you call me Calli!

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Ooh that's a sweet name. Both I mean.

W1nged_Freeshooter: thanks! i got it for my birthday! modified it myself though ^^

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: CALLI FROM THIS DAY FORWARD THOU ART MY ROYAL KNIGHT! NOW STRIKE DOWN THIS BUNGLER!!!

kyokuya: by truth give her a choice at least.

...you know, she does like it. There's... a warm fuzzy feeling in her heart. A sense of... "that's my name. It's definitely mine." A small smile curls from the side of her mouth.

"...Liii..."

...A warm, fuzzy feeling Aurora fell asleep feeling too, as well.

W1nged_Freeshooter: hey, hate to do this the moment i join but i'm a little sleepy so i'm gonna hop off for today.

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Gotcha. Rest well!

omittedoddish: ^^ have a good night!

kyokuya: you know, it's like 11 pm here i should sleep as well

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: ASTRAL PROJECT INTO THE ENTRALINK CALLI AND KYOKUYA!! MAY YE HAVE A GOOD NIGHT'S REST!!!!

kyokuya: what

[wannabe-fic-writer]

WandaNat x Reader : In Their Arms

Summary: You feel safer in their arms than you do in your own home.

Warning: Domestic Abuse, Language, Homophobia

Word Count: 1,602

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'Can’t make movie night. Dinner with Jack. Srry.’

“Uggggghhhhh!”

Natasha’s brows raise at the long groan coming from her girlfriend,“ what’s wrong?”

Wanda’s eyes roll and she throws her phone back on the bed and trudges to the bathroom. 

Now frowning, Natasha picks up the phone, eyes scanning the message Y/n had just sent. And she completely understands her girlfriend’s frustrations. 

This had to be the hundredth time you’d canceled on them for your boyfriend. No matter what it was lately you’d always find some reason to cancel on them to be with Jack.

Both women were upset over it for a number of reasons. The more obvious one being that they don’t think Jack is good enough for you, or right for you in any way. It’s clear as day that the man is a power hungry misogynistic homophobic asshole.

They had noticed it the first night they met him at dinner with the both of you. 

Everything you said was countered with him seemingly one upping you: Wanda and Natasha asked about work and you began to reply only for him to cut you down with his opinion of your work and how his job(as an accountant) was a real career compared to yours(as a photographer).

When he left to the bathroom you profusely apologized and claimed he wasn’t always like that, something about a long day at work leaving him cranky. But the women knew that wasn’t it. And even if it was it wasn’t a valid excuse. 

It all became too much at dinner another night when he implied that Natasha and Wanda’s relationship wasn’t “real” because they were two women. That was the first time they saw you stand up to him, in defense of your best friends, but he quickly shut you down. 

They hated seeing it. They know how strong and incredible you are and couldn’t understand why you were with someone who didn’t even see you as an equal, who didn’t treat you like the queen you are. 

Both women would love nothing more than to be the ones showing you what you deserved but they had never gotten any indication that you one: were into women and two: into them. And then you got with Jack. So they silently loved you, making sure to remind you of your worth since they knew your self-esteem was taking hits in your relationship.

Natasha’s pulled from her thoughts when her girlfriend emerges from the bathroom. Green eyes scan over Wanda’s form and a subconscious smile tugs at her lips. 

“As much as I would love for Y/n to be here, she’s made her decision and we should respect it.” The redhead says, pulling Wanda in by her waist.

The younger woman’s fingers slip into red tresses,“ but it was a dumb decision,” she groans again,“ and I miss her. It’s been weeks Nat.” 

God did she know it. She hated not seeing you as much as she use to it. And silently vowed to never take your presence for granted again. That is whenever she can bask in it again.

“I know and I miss her too but we can’t force her to spend time with us.” Natasha says, watching as her girlfriend crawls on to the bed and curls into herself. 

She grumbles something that Natasha doesn’t hear. So the ex-assassin wraps herself around Wanda, pulling her close and resting her chin on the woman’s shoulder,“ speak up lyubov.” 

“Since when is spending time with us forced?” 

Your relationship with the women was a strong one. Having met years ago when Pepper and Tony hired you to photograph their wedding(post Tony’s snap). 

The women were taken with the simplicity of your life and were amazed with the work you did. Just as much as you were taken with the complexity of theirs and equally amazed at their work.

It was on a whim that you contacted them to hang out, a simple lunch “date” as you’d said. And your friendship with them grew from there. To the point where you spent almost every free night you all had, together. Eventually they became the two people you could tell anything to and you trusted them with your life and vice versa, except their feelings branched past friendly. 

Still they never imposed that on you. In fact you had no idea.

Before either woman can could continue their phones buzzed. Another notification from you. 

Excitedly Wanda opens it, hoping it’s you saying you’ll come over anyway. That excitement quickly switches to dread.

The audio message plays, your cries and screams blaring in the quiet of their bedroom. Accompanied by the horrid thuds and obvious slapping sounds.

Neither woman had moved so fast in their lives. Springing from the bed(Natasha equipping her Widow’s Bites) and leaving their home. They take the familiar route to your house and waste no time going inside, as quietly as possible so as not to enrage your attacker. 

“-me for them? As if they could give you something I haven’t!” The gruff shouts of a familiar voice makes Wanda freeze in her position pressed against the kitchen wall.

Your followed cries shatters her heart. 

“Please stop. Please.” 

“You disgust me.” He spits.“ I knew there was something was wrong with you but being gay-”

Whatever he says next is distorted and cut off by the volts now running through his body. 

Still in a state of fear, you flinch away from Natasha when the woman reaches you. And seeing how fragile and beaten you were angered and hurt her beyond belief. 

She shoots another Widow’s Bite at the man before kneeling beside you. 

“Y/n, hey,” her voice is softer than it’s ever been,“ milaya I need you to come with us. I’m not going to hurt you, ever.” 

E/c, tear filled eyes, look into green and you’re washed with a sense of security. In her eyes you’re reminded of the greatest love you’ve ever felt. It’s always been there but it matters now more than ever. 

With a nod from you, Natasha helps you up and passes you over to Wanda. You miss whatever it is they say, just overly aware of the pain from your forming bruises. 

Wanda eases you into the backseat, scooting in herself, and pulling you into her arms. Sobs wrack your body that make tears well in Wanda’s eyes. She does her best to calm you, whispered assurances of your safety and worth breaking through your cries. 

Getting from your house to their home is a blur. You feel as if you’re flowing in and out of consciousness even though you aren’t.

The severity of what happened weighs on you, making each blink feel like days of darkness, making your body feel empty despite your broken spirit inside it. 

You think and over think the situation. You blame yourself, feeling stupid for not recognizing that this is the kind of man he is. You hate yourself for sticking with him, having thought he’d return to the charming man he was when you’d first met.

His verbal abuse was one thing, not acceptable but not physical. You shouldn’t have stuck around for that and honestly had you left him when it began you never would’ve been in this position. 

How could I have been so stupid? So weak?

Natasha’s eyes snap to yours at the mumbled words.

Words you apparently thought out loud. 

The red head kneels in front of you in an instant and her hands gently squeeze the unbruised parts of your arms.

“You are far from weak and stupid.” Her words are stern, the hate in them directed to the man that made you feel that way, and the assurance in them for you.“ He is the weak one. He is the stupid one. Do not blame yourself for this Y/n.” 

Seeing tears roll down the flawless cheeks of the ex-assassin stirs something in you. Feelings that you’d just recently begun to understand. And the returning presence of the woman’s girlfriend makes them all the more prevalent.

Fingers wringing together, you tell them what had happened,“ I was breaking up with him.” Both sets of green eyes widen.“ I told him that I had developed feelings outside of our relationship, feelings for my best friends, and he lost it.” Your fingers clench around each other,“ he told me my feelings were wrong, that it was disgusting-”

You don’t have to continue because they know. 

What they heard going into your house makes sense now. He was shouting about them. 

You have feelings for them.

The warmth of the arms that surround you make more tears splash down to your hands. Hands that are pulled apart and encased in the warmth of Natasha’s hands. 

She shares a look with the younger girl behind you, who’s arms hold you close.

Both of them dreamt of this moment. Dreamt of you confessing your feelings to them but they hate that it came about this way. And while there is nothing they can do about what has already happened, they can ensure that it never does again. At their hands or anyone else’s.

“You’re safe with us,” Wanda whispers into your ear, body hugging you closer as her chin rests on your shoulder,“ we love you.” 

“And we will never, ever hurt you.” Natasha adds, moving to sit at your side to wrap her arms around you and Wanda. 

Despite the events of a mere few hours ago, you feel safe, you feel at home, all because you’re in their arms. 

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taglist: @trikruismybitch

[crispyjenkins]

Naboo Obi Gets to Do the Kiss Thing

(okieeeee not sure how to describe this in a way that makes sense but this drawing by @bureau-pinery​ will alas not actually happen in All We Have is Hunger, for reasons™ but tosh, @atelier-dayz​ and @mandalorianbrainweasel​ all had something to say about jango getting to kiss obi-wan in his makeup and i am a weak, weak man. SO here are two separate little UA takes on how that kiss could have gone, if i could have worked them into hunger-canon (ღ˘��˘ღ) which i couldn’t because: pining. i need them to keep pining into the sequel. you don’t understa–

(also you sort of need to have read hunger ‘verse up through chapter 6 to understand these T◡T srrys)

ca. chapter 6

  Jinn carries Maul’s corpse out of the Theed power generator on his back despite the blistered wound across his ribs, and doesn’t quite look at Obi-Wan walking beside him, despite having given Obi-Wan his cloak as a sort of shock blanket. 

  Which is a little ridiculous considering he’d had no problem looking when Maul had Obi-Wan on his back, one foot crushing his shoulder into the floor as he tauntingly held the end of his lightstaff inches from his throat. In Jinn’s defense, he had been struggling not to fall into the melting pit at the time, only an arm and his eyes visible over the edge as he had to watch Maul leer down at Obi-Wan as if deciding what best way to tear him apart. 

  In Obi-Wan’s defense, Jinn had only managed to pull himself back onto the catwalk after Obi-Wan had dislocated his own shoulder wrenching it out from underneath Maul’s boot, and after he had stabbed Jinn’s lightsaber under Maul’s raised arm right through his chest to the other side. Zabraks have two hearts, Obi-Wan had learned while fighting Savage, and knew he’d hit both of Maul’s when he released a single breath and dropped at Obi-Wan’s feet.

  Though injured himself, Jinn had reset Obi-Wan’s shoulder and fashioned a sling out of his obi belt, and Obi-Wan had not protested when he draped his Jedi robe around him. He made no offer to carry Maul.

  The pilots haven’t returned by the time they reach the hangar, but there are heaps of deactivated B1 droids scattered between it and the throne room, so they must have succeeded in taking out the control ship. Reaching out with the Force, Obi-Wan can tell Padmé has already subdued Gunray, and he’s just relieved they don’t have to run anywhere else; if he had his way, he’d never have to do more than a brisk walk for the rest of his life.

  Captain Panaka sees them first as Obi-Wan leads them into the throne room, where the Guard is cuffing Gunray and Haako to each other and Padmé is already delegating tasks to the other humans swarmed around her desk.

  “Messere Naberrie!” Panaka calls with relief, all heads jerking in Obi-Wan’s direction while Jinn bends down to lay Maul on the floor by one of the columns as respectfully as possible. Obi-Wan doesn’t wait for him, making his way to the other Naboo and trying not to look like he’d just been through hell. Panaka and Jango break away from the group, Panaka hurrying down the chamber to help Jinn, but Jango heads right for Obi-Wan, unbuckling his helmet from under his chin as he goes.

  “Are you alright?” he demands, and Obi-Wan’s mind flatlines. 

  His curls are stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his scowl is terrible, and Obi-Wan can almost hear him swearing Jinn out in his mind, but no one’s ever looked at Obi-Wan like that.

  When Jango pauses with a confused frown, Obi-Wan keeps walking, because, kriff it, he’d just almost died again and he doubts Jango’s going to stick around on Naboo very long once his contract is up, and he’s always been stupid for brown eyes dark enough to ground him.

  Besides, he’s still got one working hand to set behind Jango’s neck and gently pull him forward, and two working ears to hear Gunray choke and make a sound like he’s dying.

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ca. chapter 4

    When the Queen invites Jango to her quarters that night, with their arrival to Naboo looming the next morning, he pretends he hadn’t known she would ask to extend his contract. Obi-Wan stands off to the side in a new set of silky lavender tunics with his hair pulled up away from the high collar, and shoots him a smug wink when Jango takes his seat across from the Queen. Or, the one that had him sign the contract the last time, at least.

  No one in the room seems surprised when he agrees to the new contract, to continue to keep the royal party safe until the occupation is dealt with or both the Queen and her advisor are dead. As if Jango would let that happen.

  Obi-Wan follows him when everything has been signed and filed away, smiling as he gently grabs Jango's wrist to change his course from the sleeping quarters towards the galley instead, with the murmured promise of alcohol. Somehow, his grip is already loose enough that it doesn’t set off Jango’s instincts to free himself from whatever the kriff is around his wrist, but, tearing his eyes from their hands back to Obi-Wan’s face, Jango realises there’s no “somehow” about it. Because, of course, Obi-Wan already knows.

  Jango shoves the part of his mind that sounds an awful lot like Arla back into its box, and lets this stupid, beautiful man lead him down the stairs to the deck below. Of course he already knows. 

   He almost expects it, when Obi-Wan barely enters the room before turning and gently pushing him against the wall next to the door. Jango hadn’t realised at the start of this contract what an eventful hub the galley would become, and he’s honestly going to miss it a little bit, after he leaves Naboo. After Obi-Wan is no longer a foot away, looking at him like he’s trying to decide if he wants to drown in this.

  Being able to count all your relationships on your hands doesn’t exactly give you the widest range of experiences, and though he’s rarely been the one against the wall, Jango likes to think he’s got a pretty good idea of what to expect by now. Yet, it still startles him when Obi-Wan closes the space between them just to press that fondly-exasperated smile against his lips and then stay there — which is around the time Jango’s mind finally catches up to this being a thing that’s actually happening, that this stupid, beautiful man knows what he’s doing. 

  And Jango isn’t quite sure how it happens, but by the time either of them think to pull away, he has a hand in Obi-Wan’s hair, red locks spilling over his fingers as the wooden pin holding it all up comes loose. Kiss-drunk is a good look on him, Jango thinks, wet lipped and slightly dazed as his hair falls down around his face, though Jango can’t fathom how absolutely none of his makeup had smeared.

  “We haven’t even started drinking yet,” Jango mutters breathlessly, just to see Obi-Wan’s whole face twist up even as he tries to tamp down an equally-breathless grin.

  “Oh, yes, very classy, Jango,” he grouses, but does nothing to dislodge Jango’s hand, or to pull away.

  Smirking, Jango swipes his thumb over Obi-Wan’s deceptively-chapped bottom lip. “You’re the one that kissed me, or'dinii.”

  Obi-Wan scoffs, and drops a kiss onto Jango’s open palm. “Stop calling me names, and I might still give you a drink.”

-

Mando’a: or’dinii — “fool”, “moron”

[neonun-au]

What songs would you assign your mutuals if you had to?

Oh THIS okay. I love this. Thank you. Okay. I cannot do all of my mutuals, so I will just do the ones that I know best/speak to often enough/got some vibes for (fjdsakf idk words) (also sorry to anyone i missed my brain is made of cheesecloth)

A lot of these are just going off how I translate the energies they give me into sound so like,,,it’s very loose haha :’))

@eggteez Mars ♡ Nothing’s Over - Infinite omg for so many reasons lmao

@christ-h0le Chrisp ♡ Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen this song is forever ‘the Chris’ song to me

@d-nghy-ck Bronwyn ♡ Show Me Love - Hundred Waters hmm, there is a reason for this and yet i cannot articulate it (if you would like an elaboration, Bronwyn, just ask LOL)

@hyuck-obsessed Jackie ♡ Sebi - zalagasper jackie projects such a calm energy and the lyrics to this are just so perfect honestly. i think this song is like,,,her soul match in my eyes haha

@itsapapisongo Javi ♡ Alien - Lee Suhyun for me, my image of Javi inside of my head is someone very vibrant and sunny and who just loves what they love and does what they do and this really suits

@du0tine Solange ♡ Break - Beenzino i was gonna tip a nod to some classic rock or something for her, but this song is just so,,,,solange i can’t ignore it haha

@sunflowerforhaechan Berry ♡ Cloudbusting - Kate Bush it’s a very hopeful song and uplifting in a lot of ways and that just,,,it just works okay haha (it’s also one of my all time favourite songs so i hope you know what it means to assign this song here to you LOL)

@naptaemed Jackie ♡ Bring The Noize - MIA no this is not me calling her loud LOL she’s just so, you know, like bright and vibrant and exciting and this song gives me that energy plus she’s very unrestrained with her thoughts and i love that (wow a coherent thought we love that)

@jaemxxi Nikki ♡ Reflection Eternal - Nujabes it’s introspective in a way, and down to earth. not overly energetic but still so bright and it shines through with so much love and that tracks for me

@byutafy Fei ♡ Something For Your M.I.N.D - Superorganism i needed something to encapsulate all of my ‘fei’ feelings and i think this does it. it’s different, and experimental, and always exciting and satisfying.  

@en-see-tee Mia ♡ Crabbuckit - k-os there is something in the quickness of the lyrics and the energy of the music itself that is exciting to me and upbeat and it just,,,works for me 

@pastelsicheng Emmy ♡ Alors on Danse - Stromae (srry i hit link limit or smth :’)) it’s like,,,knowing that there are all these dark sides to life and to everything but still choosing to go forth and see the positive and dance alongside it all

@insomni-writing Somni ♡ Wandering Star - Portishead (cannot link anymore unfortunately) but it’s the downbeat trance and the sort of macabre yet hopeful feeling mhm yeah

@peachjaem00 Lou ♡ raingurl - yaeji it’s like dreamy trance-y party vibes and idk,,,it just works for me with lou and her energy and i wanna go out and dance with her to this song

@ichigofelix Vina ♡ Sweet Disposition - Temper Trap it’s just very full of life and she has a sweet disposition. its like all those months ago when i said she reminded me of staying out all night with friends and laughing, that’s what this song reminds me of as well.

@badwithten Zoe ♡ My Blood - Twenty One Pilots it’s getting harder and harder for me to articulate the reasons behind these song choices but like,,,it just feels like Zoe to me 

@jungwooisms Zosia ♡ Bulletproof - eAeon it’s sad in many ways, but also there is so much beauty there. and the music video is so creative and i get so much of this intellectual, high-creative mindedness from her but it’s in a sort of,,,,dreamy, dark sort of way and idk it just fits for me

@sehunniepot Nikki ♡ Baby You Are - EXO she’s so bright and sunny and yet there is this airiness and lightness to her and idk it just fits for me inside of my head

@allegxdly Storm ♡ Critical Mistakes - 888 there’s something about the juxtaposition of the lyrics and the upbeat and energetic nature of the music that give me very ‘Storm’ vibes

@sunryu Ana ♡ Overcome - Laura Mvula in terms of the song itself, it has a really upbeat and great flow that gives me very much the vibes that Ana gives me, and honestly I think some of it is a message she needs to hear sometimes too because she pushes herself haha :’) 

@hyuckdove Sukie ♡ All The Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands - Sufjan Stevens (it stopped letting me link songs rip) it’s just,,,anticipatory and light but still with so much depth and air and idk it just works

@127-mile Émi ♡ Make More Noise of You - Haru Nemuri ( 春 ねむり) (cannot provide link soz tumblr said no) i chose this because it’s so,,,exciting. it gets your blood pumping and it feels urgent and like something is really on the precipice of happening. It’s caught in between so many emotions all at once and yeah ok 

@soleilsuhh Faye ♡ Sunshine - Zitten this one also is less about the lyrics and more about the lightness and brightness of the song as a whole. it’s simple but so lovely and happy and that’s what i’ve gotten from Faye so far as well~

@lebrookestore Brooke♡ Cables - singersen (歌者森) i cannot link anymore unfortunately but you can find the song on youtube) it’s just something about the unfurling of someone and growth and idk where i’m going with this but the vibes fit i think. blossoming in creativity and life

@moonbeamsung Hannah ♡ I Just Wanna Dance - Tiffany i’m not sure entirely what about this song spoke ‘hannah’ to me but it’s something to do with the beat and the feeling of escaping into dreams/emotion 

[newsies-and-the-nutcracker]

Newsies but it’s French (Canadian)

Inspired by that one post about German newsies (the movie). I’m heavily bilingual, so I don’t really talk the same way as those in Quebec. I’ll probably be laughing at a lot of the subtitles lol. Honestly, I’ll probably still laugh even if it’s how I talk, bc everything is funnier when you translate French to English.

Act two will be out soon.

~ santa fe (prologue) scene ~

Instead of “be a pal, Jack!” It’s “Be nice, Jack!” lol

“Look at me, I’m standing! Look at me, I’m running!” idk whether to laugh or cry-

~ carrying the banner scenes ~

“Who rang you?!” WHY IS FRENCH SO STRANGE

‘Pickings’ is now ‘fish’

“Long as pigeons don’t mind paying-" hmm ok

“Wese as free as air.” What happened to fishes?? Did you waste it on pickings???

Okay they’ve used both ‘small’ and ‘pretty’ for ‘what a fine life’ now idk what to think

“Cheeky Boy Loses His Time For Nothing.”

“This boy is full of riches!” h-how did you get that from bottle-

A bunch of big shots / big vegetables??

“I’m ignoring it, my sister. It’ll end up well by raining.” I CAN’T

“A trick to keep me awake” yeah coffee is a trick-

Why did they change ‘88 degrees’ to ‘30 degrees’ ????

“No, idiot, that doesn’t make a headline anymore!”

“... all the pigeons that we find.” What is it with them and pigeons?? HOW DID THEY GET PIGEON FROM SUCKER???

Again with the pigeons...

Also apparently newsies are now called ‘the sellers’???

“Look at this! A new!” a new what weasel?? weasel a new what???

they cut out the ‘with his shoes on’ part of Jack’s insult-

~ the bottom line scene ~

“And when Nunzio gets nervous, I don’t have a pretty head.”

“Exactly, fool.”

“Even after having stepped in mud, everything will go right!” I mean, it’s already not all right if you’ve stepped in mud-

“The bottom line” is now “can make all the difference” and idk how to feel about that either-

that’s it. Wasn’t much happening in that song.

~ that’s rich scenes ~

“Not at all! I said he heard it here. And it’s true.”

“Save yourselves!” I like that better honestly

Did Snyder just call the cop ‘mister money’??

“Where’ve you been keeping yourself, my child?” awww

“Your friend is all an artist!” I mean, i guess?

“I’ve never known anyone who has a talent!” pfft-

“Boys, lock the doors and sleep here!” that sounds vaguely threatening

“I’m doing alright for myself, my friends” why do French people call everyone their friends?? I’m in 10th grade and my teachers still call us their friends-

“Seems whatever I touch… turns to gold.” alright so I’ve heard that line isn’t for the innocents (aka me lol) and idk but I don’t think that’s what they meant-

THEY CHANGED RICH TO UNBELIEVABLE NOOOOOO

They really changed it to “and scotch from scott”-

“But I’ve got no luck. They’re nothing but idiots.”

“Hey, my dear, it’s you I’m talking about!”

“Now, listen, my friend.” there it is again-

“To lose it with youuuuuu-”

“You are not rich!” absolute savage

~ i never planned on you / don’t come a knocking scene ~

“Re-hello” why french. just why.

“At least be polite!” srry miss medda

oh so now you use fools for suckers alrighty then I see how it is-

“I find girls kind.” uhh that’s nice-

“This love is not blind but idiot.” why am I even doing this?

~ the world will know scenes ~

“You want to calm yourself?” awww it doesn’t make sense when Tommy Boy looks down anymore…

“Hey, Jack. You think always?”

This is actually a common expression, but it’s still funny. “Ah, gee” or other things like that is is “Good blood” lol

Davey’s “I don’t know!” (the first one) Is now “I’m ignoring it!” you’re welcome

“YES!!” does no one know how to say ‘yeah’ in french?

“What’s it gonna take to stop the machines” ??

“See, the world ignores!”

“Pulitzer takes away our voice, but we’ll give him the deaf ear!” I’m confused-

Ohh I thought it was a different word. It’s “Pulitzer raises his voice but we’ll give him the deaf ear!” Which still doesn’t really make sense compared to “Pulitzer may crack the whip, but he won’t whip us!”

~ watch what happens scene ~

“Can’t you see it in my eyes?” “Yeah, agreed.”

“The wagons” are now “the trucks”

“This is important, dear lady, don’t mess it all.”

“I’m totally ignoring what I’m doing!” same

“Write on these young boys.” I-

“These youngs will take life on the page.” nice

“Jack Kelly is ready to take on the monster Pulitzer.” I love it.

~ seize the day scenes ~

“... Are we?” “No question! No!”

“And the Queens?” not just queens. THE queens

“Now is the time to seize the chance.” *disappointed sigh*

“That’s lamentable.” wow race

“They have to work very hard to win their bread… and help their parents!” Jack feels very strongly about that

“Hey! What’re you doing? Look!” yeah the background comments are funny, but they’re even funnier in French-

“THE STRIKE, THE STRIKE, THE STRIKE THE STRIKE THE STRIKE THE STRIKE THE STRIKE THE STRIKE THE STRIKE THE STRIKE OHHHH THE STRIKE!!”

“Very good, Jack!” I can’t why do they sounds like proud parents-

“Go, sirs!” before they all rip the papes lol

~ santa fe scene ~

“The captain Jack just wants to close his eyes and go!” why do they always put ‘the’ in front of everything?

“Why should we live and die here?” the real question is wHY WOULD YOU CHANGE THAT??

“And the dates to faaaaaaall” what

[guccifloralsuits]

girl.........when u gonna rec some cm fics??? help a sis out!!

These are all Moreid, Hotchreid or no main pairing so heads up lol. I don’t read self-insert. I’ll try to tag the tumblr author’s blogs i know but i’ll prob miss a few (srry) 

GENERAL WARNING: please read the tags & ratings bc some of these have multiple TWs. I’ll try to tag here but also CM has some...uh. dark content. Graphic depictions of violence & ya know, murder. So be safe & take care of yourself.

Completed Works/One-Shots:

You Reap What You Sow by BloodiedRose // One-Shot // 6k // Elle & Spencer friendship, morcia side-pairing // took me a sec to get into but holy FUCK

Elle Greenaway suddenly transfers to the D.C. department. She tries to keep her head down, but that's hard to do when she has to get used to a new city, adopts her traumatised coworker, and is being haunted by her own personal Graveling.

A Dead Like Me au (but no knowledge of the show is required).

The Ghosts That Should-Have-Been by Kibbers // Completed // 17k // Hotchreid // TW: Suicide Attempt // The writing on this is insane. Kinda abstract but in a way which just works. I actually cried reading this

Hotch said, “You’re keeping score, just like Owen.”

If Spencer had been keeping score, the world was winning. The rolled eyes, the disinterested gazes, the way they spoke to him only when they wanted something. Only when they wanted notebooks read at an inhuman rate or statistics they could use for the profile, for a bet, for the delight of having them at all. If Reid was keeping score, he had the right to do so if only to prove to himself that he deserved to feel a little hurt. He deserved to step in front of a bullet to save a kid that felt the same way he did.

an ice white candle, lit by Lilaciliraya // One-shot // 2.5k // Moreid // TW: implied childhood sexual abuse

He fails his gun qualification because the administrator is male this time and he stands just a little too close. He hates that he is 23 years old and he cannot stop the way his hands shake in the presence of an unlikely possibility.

(or) The hardest thing that Spencer Reid has ever had to do is learn how to stay warm.

Visiting Hours by Word_Clay // one-shot // 5k // no main pairing // TW: threats of rape, dissociation, homicidal ideation // prison-arc, so well written

Getting more and more intense. Got to fall deeper in to beat them. I’ve lost friends before, but not like this; not in a box where I have no control—or do I?Starting to think like them; starting to survive like them. I’m here because I made a choice.What if that means I don’t get out alive?

Indispensable by Deejaymil // Completed // 40k // Hotchreid // this fic wrecked me lol it’s fine im fine

Dave's a damn good guardian angel, one of the best. And being one of the best means he gets the worst jobs: the important, the clumsy, the reckless, the difficult-to-keep-alive. The indispensables. But he's never before quite had anyone like Spencer Reid.

Within the first two seconds of meeting his new charge, the kid gets hit by a car; it really only goes downhill from there. His only consolation is that Emily is having just as much trouble with her new charge, Aaron Hotchner.

If only they could somehow combine their assignments...

He’s All That by rchr // One-shot // no pairing // 6k // criminally underrated i’ve read it like 70 times // bonus for Morgan’s POV // Garcia being a queen

"One does not simply make over the good Dr. Reid. A true makeover is all about sowing the seeds."

Sunflowers and Daisies by Agib, starsandsupernovae // @ag-ib & @rxsienbloom  // Completed // 12.5k // Moreid // Penelope being a queen (again) // I’m always a bitch for a Hanahaki Disease AU and this one especially

Derek is, without question, unfailingly in love with Doctor Spencer Reid.

Blueberry Syrup by dilaudiddreams // @m0rcia // One-shot // 1.5k // Moreid // Fluffy af actually all comfort & barely any hurt //

"Listen, uh...do you think I could maybe...take you out...sometime?”

Spencer frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Snipe you. No. What do you think? To dinner or something.”

Spencer wakes up in Derek Morgan's bed. He tries to sneak out without waking him.

He fails, and he winds up staying for breakfast out of common courtesy (and maybe something else).

Set season 1. Tooth-rotting sweet.

Following a Bright Shiny Thing by travelinthedark // Hotchreid but genuinely the whole team’s dynamic is what shines in this // One-shot // 5k // yes it has a lot of kudos // yes it deserves all of them

Wherein Reid feels like 6th grade girl, the girls squeel from time to time, and there are little blue drinks. 

WIPS I’m Keeping Up With: 

Dreams are Only Blue by themetaphorgirl // @themetaphorgirl​ // Alex Blake & Spencer Reid // last update: first week of October // TW: child neglect

AU. Nine-year-old Spencer Reid is brilliant, but he's too young to fully grasp the trauma threatening to bury him. Alex Blake buried her nine-year-old son and accepted that she just wasn't meant to be a mother. The BAU team takes on a case that ends up throwing them together, and Spencer is sent to live with Alex and her husband, and everything changes.

(this is the Spencer Blake AU)

Where Have You Bean All My Life? By agib // @ag-ib // Moreid // last update: the end of September

It's rare enough that anyone on the team has to take on undercover work for more than a single night, and even more uncommon that the CIA happens to be splitting a case with the FBI.

So, really, Morgan shouldn't complain. But he does, and he's wholeheartedly dedicated to hating this assignment up until the damn college kid, who looks like he survives on coffee alone, bustles into the café.

Full Series I Rec:

Undercover Pretty Boy by 898700 (ghostwriter) // Completed // Moreid leaning? // Undercover CIA model AU which inspired the whump moreid 5k I have written & will maybe one of these days post (rippppppp) 

Ag-ib’s Whumptober // Ongoing // general TW bc dark themes for Whumptober

Appalachian’s Whumptober // @appalachianapologies​ // Ongoing // general TW bc dark themes for Whumptober

Happy reading!

ps: I actually wrote a moreid (Ex-CIA undercover model!Reid) one shot too if that’s something you’d be interested in!!