#sully is my husband❤️

[yezzyyae]

@singmysoultosleep I love Gerard “Sully” Sullivan Omgggg I been crushing since “Top Boy Summerhouse” 2011. I would devote my life to Sully 🥰I cried to an hour straight when he died. And still in mourning🥺😔

i desperately need more people on this application to be obsessed with top boy like it’s really dire here isn’t it

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Could you please do one where Ronal and Tonowari react to the reader or OC, which ever is more your thing, having lots of battle scars from the war in the first movie? 🧁❤️ I love your writing! It’s so awesome to read and I can’t wait for the next part of your Tonowari x Ronal x OC fanfic!

(Stunning, beautiful, elegant. Gifs by @stallislump )

Pairing: Ronal/Reader/Tonowari

Taglist: @mooniequeen

Warnings: non-gender specific reader, fluff, mentions of war, scars, heavily implied stuff (nsfw? idk, but I'd read this at work)

Na'vi Words: ikran - mountain banshee, olo'eyktan - male clan leader, tsahik - spiritual clan leader, kelku - house/home

A/N: This is short but sweet. I hope you like it! (Note: Stand alone! Not a part of the tsamsiyu ta'em series)

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They had noticed your scars the first day they met you, a Na'vi flying in on an ikran alongside the gunship Jakesully had radioed in to help Young Kiri. They knew Sky People were coming, but they weren't expecting you.

The Metkayina have heard many stories about the clans that came together under Toruk Makto's leadership. Even from as far as the reef, the Na'vi heard about the war with the Sky People and the casualties left behind. Such war and casualties were shown on your skin, displayed like a story. Long, thin, cut-like marks ran up and down your legs and part of your torso, while small, circular scars riddled your right shoulder and chest. The skin that healed over your wounds was a pale blue compared to the rest of your skin and stripes. When Toruk Makto introduced you to the olo'eyktan and tsahik of the Metkayina, they couldn't take their eyes off of you.

Your style and the colors of your attire were not of Omatikaya. Tonowari and Ronal later learn that you were originally from the Tayrangi clan but stayed with the Omatikaya after the war. As they got to know you, they learned that your family members were great warriors but had tragically died in the battle of the Hallelujah Mountains. After their deaths, you saw no reason to return home with your clan and made a life for yourself in the forests with Toruk Makto's clan.

Considering you as an entrusted friend and ally, Jake had asked you to stay in Awa'atlu for a little while so he would feel more secure and able to protect his family. And while you stayed among the Metkayina, both Tonowari and Ronal grew closer to you and wished to learn more about you and your stories... specifically the story behind your scars.

Originally, you didn't feel inclined to share the story, simply stating that you earned your scars in the battle against the Sky People. However, as you grew closer to the Metkayina clan leaders, you began to let yourself be more open and vulnerable toward them, which is where you find yourself sitting with the pair, alone in their kelku. It was a late night and their children were out with the Sully children to show them the beauty of night fishing.

It was Tonowari who boldly reached his hand out and gently grazed a scar on your shoulder, his thumb tenderly pressing into the raised, circular mark. "Who did this to you?"

"The Sky People," you found yourself saying without hesitance, "I fell off my ikran and survived," you originally pointed to the long, thin scars you earned from falling and crashing, then you moved onto the rounded scars around your shoulder, "These scars are from their weapons made of metal. They call them guns and bullets. Any closer and they would have pierced my heart."

Neither of the clan leaders looked pleased by that statement, and Ronal took her husband's boldness a step further. The tsahik leaned down and placed a chaste kiss over a bullet-shaped scar that was located near your collar, her warm lips leaving behind a tingle underneath your skin when she pulled away.

The look she gave you sent your heart racing, her gaze heated and foggy as she stared at you through her lashes, "Thank the Great Mother that they didn't."

One thing led to another and you found yourself in the pair's undivided attention all throughout the night, together learning where each and every one of your scars were located on your body. While you weren't necessarily self-conscious about the scars (you were mostly proud and showed them off as proof that you survived and won a war), you had begun shying away from their touch whenever they got too close to any specific markings. But over time, throughout the night, you began to relax and feel safe, allowing the two Reef Na'vi to explore you in ways you've never felt before.

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[moonchildxoxx]

So there's this thing for couples where a husband will gently lift their pregnant wife's stomach to make them comfortable and take the weight off them. If you're ok with it a Neteyam x reader where they're adults he finds this trick out and tries it and she loves it, she'll just come up to him all time and nudge him to hold her like that. His family thinks it funny how she paws at him almost like a cat to held. If you don't want to write this that's ok❤️

A/N: okay so I it’s not a full fic but I hope you enjoy the Drabble

Tittle:

Those Moments

A/N:

- Neteyam is 20 and the reader is 19

-this happens after twow and they’re back in high camp and Neteyam lives because I say so

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem! pregnant! Reader

Word count: 400

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Neteyam watched from the entrance of your corner of the tent as you stretched in different ways trying to relieve some of your pain. He walked up beside you waiting for you to finish. You gave up with a defeated sigh. He reached out putting one hand on your back and the other one on the swelling of your stomach. “ what’s wrong syulang “ he asks you softly . You let out a soft whine “ everything hurts teyam, but my back is the worst with the pulling pressure “ he hummed listening to you gently rubbing your bump when he suddenly remembered something he had read a while ago when you had first told him he’d be a father in a few cycles time.

He looked into your eyes “ I think I have the thing t help with ma syulang , but you must trust me “ you huffed softly “ I’ll always trust you yawntu “.

He moved to stand behind you, he grabbed you pulling you to his chest. He moved his hand underneath your bump and slowly lifted it . You immediately felt relieved you moaned gently as you no longer felt like your back was about to snap with the weight of your child. Neteyam helped you as long as he could before slowly letting go. You sighed gently turning around again laying your head on his shoulder “ thank you Yawntu “ you mumbled into his neck. He smiled at this rubbing your bump” you don’t have to thank you syulang, I will do anything to help you.”

You both stayed holding each other for a few more moments before joining the rest of the family for evening meal.

Over the next few days this was your routine when he came home from his duties of that day he’d come over and help you with the weight. Today he arrived later with the rest of the sully men . Neteyam walked over to where you were sitting on the ground , helping you stand before bringing you into his arms. You quietly greeted each other afterwards you gently pushed his hands downward to the bottom of your bump . Neteyam tried to hide his smile before moving behind you and gently lifting your bump.

Jake lowly chuckled as he watched you paw at Neteyam, he nudged Neytiri gesturing towards you both. She looked up gently smiling at the once familiar sight that was once them over the years.

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[pixiedust4000]

I’m baaaaaaaaack!

I guess the writing bug bit me because I am back with another post, I hope you all enjoy!!

“Now keep in mind that I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my ish…so y'all be nice about it..”

-Motha Badu ❤️

For as long as she could remember Aria had always been in love with the wrestling world. Instead of Barbie and doll houses for her birthday as a child, she begged her parents for replica wrestling belts and action figures of her favorite wrestler. Every Monday night she sat right in front of the screen watching WCW.. followed by WWF… (yeah she’s been a fan that long lol) wrestling was life. Which was how she met her now husband The Tribal Chief himself, Roman Reigns. -Yet that’s a story for a different day.- She planned to keep the legacy alive with their daughter Xiomara, who she assumed would be a lover of wrestling just like her by default. Wrestling-loving mother, and a literal wrestler as a dad, it’s a no-brainer. So she thought, her husband was completely opposed to exposing that side to their daughter.

“I watched wrestling all my life, and I came out fine.”

Joe shot her a sideways glance at her, “Sure about that?”

“Don’t be ugly Joseph.” She pouted, “Besides if it wasn’t for wrestling, we wouldn’t be where we are now.” She smiled softly tickling at his beard

Joe returned with a soft smile of his own, “And I’m thankful for that, but I’m still not comfortable with Xiomara seeing THAT side of me… I’m dada and I want to stay that for as long as possible.” He sighed before he continued, “You know in Monsters inc when boo saw THAT side of Sully and how scared she got, I don’t want that.”

Aria smirked at her husband’s analogy of their situation, she found it cute. He was right, when it came to his little princess he was the complete opposite of his wrestling persona Roman Reigns. They were night and day.

Aria touched the side of his face gently, “I’m gonna put a restriction on your Disney movie intake with Mara.” She teased, her giggles growing as he removed her from his lap with a huff and grumble.

“It’s not funny Ri.” It was his time to pout, “I don’t want to scare my baby girl.”

“She won’t be…. Hell, she’s so protective over you she might try to jump out of my arms to assist you.”

This gained a small smirk from him, he knew it, fully aware of how protective the little person was of him. There were times when she would be ready to throw hands with her mother when it came to him.

“She is the toughest 2-year-old I know…”

“Indeed she is,” a proud smile that matched his painted across her face, “Soooooo…” she nuzzled up to him, “can I bring her?”

Roman ran his hand down his face with a hard sigh, “Fine… the moment she-“

“We’re out of there… I promise.” her smile widened. “You’re the best husband and dada ever.” She jumped back into his lap wrapping her arms around his neck, “Thank you, babe.”

“Yeah, Yeah… spoil ass.” He grumbled as a grin played on his lips, “Can I get back to my game now?”

“Yes.” She laughed before giving him a few big kisses, “Love you, Daddy.”

“Love you too mama.”

Aria practically skipped out of the game room giddy as a schoolgirl.

The arena buzzed with excitement, the ground beneath their feet practically vibrated beneath them. The rush consumed Aria the moment the car pulled up outside, she lived for this. And now she was able to share the moment with Xiomara, who surprisingly was enjoying the moment just as much. Locked in and interacting with each match they watched. Aria's heart swelled, as her eyes began to water. Thoughts of her father quickly flashed throughout her mind in seconds. He had been the one to bring her to her first match, and every match after that. His love for the sport is just as big. He was her best friend, she just wished she could have shared the moment with him as well. Yet their time together had come to an end a month after Xiomara was born.

“Hey, you good?” Her cousin Bethany's voice brought her out of her thoughts and back into reality

“Huh… yeah.” She wiped away a lone tear that had unknowingly rolled down her face. “I’m okay.”

Bethany gave her a knowing smirk, “I miss him too babes… he would be having a blast right now with toots…”

Aria chuckled, “No for real.”

The women shared a laugh.

“I still can’t believe Joe was okay with you bringing her.”

“It took him a minute to come around, but we came to an understanding… if she starts freaking out, we’re out.”

Bethany nodded in agreement, “Got it.”

Their conversation was cut short by the moment they had all been waiting for. The Tribal Chief had arrived. The arena erupted, for a moment Xiomara was a bit startled, but quickly regained her excitement with claps and toddler yells the moment she saw her dada make his way to the ring.

“Dada!!! Dada!!!” She clapped and cheered, “Mama! Dada!!l” she pointed as she patted her mother's chest her eyes never leaving him.

“You see your dada toots.” Aria smiled

“Hi, dada!!!” She yelled as loud as she could, gaining laughter from the women who accompanied her.

That’s exactly how the entire match went. Xiomara cheered on and called out to THAT side of her dad, that he was so afraid of her to see. At one point grabbing on the guarded wall in an attempt to swat at her father’s opponent. Aria couldn’t have been any happier. Yet the end of the match was an even bigger surprise,

“Ok Tribal Princess.” Bethany cheered, causing Aria to turn her attention to her daughter, Aria's mouth dropped at the sight.

Xiomara's little chubby index finger held high in the air, as she acknowledged her father. From the ring, Joe's eyes locked in on his little mini. A wide grin erupted across his face, not a hint of fear was etched across her face as she smiled back at him. From that day on, there was hardly a match Xiomara didn’t watch or attend, Joe held his head a little higher. Simply because he knew his biggest fans were always watching and always cheering. His little Tribal Queen and Princess.

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[poisonousrain222]

how different avatar characters would reject you ❤️

i saw someone do this with star wars characters like ages ago and randomly remembered it

jake sully: “uhhhhhhh.” paranoidly looks around, fearing neytiri has heard it. starts telling you about his “beautiful wife” and shows you pictures of her

neytiri: would start with her “MY HUSBAND IS TORUK MAKTO” bullshit

neteyam: would try to keep it ‘professional’ and talk himself out of it. “being the first born of the olo'eyktan already comes with many duties….”

kiri: says something dramatic like “you wouldn’t understand me…” in hopes you leave her alone

lo'ak: asks “huh?” and hopes you won’t repeat it (he, in fact, heard you the first time). if you do repeat it, there’s gonna be an even longer “uhhhhhhhhh” than jake’s

spider socorro: looks into the distance and sighs. “…i wish i had a father, who loved me too.”

tonowari: needs a moment to come up with an answer. ends up saying some shit like “the sea is calling for me”, then mysteriously disappears into the water

ronal: is offended you even dared to tell her this. will probably hiss at you (i would never step a foot into the village again if i were you)

ao'nung: get ready to be laughed at, followed by the most brutal “NO???” in history, as if you just said the dumbest shit he’s ever heard. also tells his friends & they make fun of you again 👍🏻

tsireya: smiles at you for a few seconds before answering, while internally she’s like “FUCK.” rejects you nicely tho, you can’t even be mad

miles quaritch: would look at you like 😠 this. straight-up “no” or wouldn’t bother to answer at all

lyle wainfleet: randomly starts flexing and says “i don’t blame you, babygirl.” will brag about it to others

mansk: stone-cold “no.” will never talk to you again

prager: “oh, ok…” proceeds to just make it more awkward and flees the situation, while muttering “i’m too tired for this” under his breath

zdinarsk: would snort, say “nah” and then act like nothing ever happened

this was so fun to do

[cherriready]

Among snakes I shall dance

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Targaryen!Fem!Reader

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Summary: Rhaenyra's firstborn finds herself surrounded by the greens and, to her misfortune, betrothed to one of them. So she begins to plan how to take them down, one by one, from the inside.

Word count: 2.8K

Warning: Allusions to incestuous relationship (it's HOTD, come on!), use of obscene language (c-word used somewhere), some characters might be a bit out of character. And this is my fist time writing about GOT universe, so yeah :)

Tag list: Open!

Feedback is really appreciated! ❤️

"Do you want to execute the princess, the only daughter of Rhaenyra?" the queen asked incredulously, after standing up.

"Your Grace." The Master of Ships, Tyland Lannister spoke. "You must know that to leave her, her mother and bastard brothers and alive would be to jeopardise the integrity of yours son's reign."

"Let us not forget about Daemon either, I stress again." Otto dropped, running a hand through his beard.

"I will not allow you to execute the princess." Spoke firmly and sternly, Alicient. "Viserys loved his granddaughter in a very special way. I will not allow you to proceed with this absurd idea when my husband's corpse is not even cold yet. I will not let you sully his memory in this way. And whoever does so will be sent to the wall."

"You propose to let her go, my queen?" the Hand of the King asked, one eyebrow arched at his daughter. "Need I remind you that she is her mother's heiress? And that she, in turn, is just as dangerous? Any pretender to the throne can be a threat to your son."

"I propose something, an alternative that might work." Tyland Lannister spoke. "What if you marry her off to someone loyal to Aegon?" he proposed as he swept his gaze over everyone present.

"That would be a good alternative. The young princess is Targaryen and Velaryon, pure Valyrian blood unlike her brothers, she is the only one who resembles somehow to her late father, Ser Leanor. To betroth her to someone we trusts would do well." Grand Maester Orwyle commented with a nod, it seemed to be a great idea. "An advantageous marriage might prevent bloodshed, might even make her mother swear fealty to Aegon and bring them to kneel.”

"To whom would you offer the Red Mermaid’s hand, Grand Maertre?" Alicent asked once she stopped to think about the idea.

"You could betroth her to Lord Strong. Ser Larys is loyal to you, My Queen. To Aegon."

"I could betroth the princess." Tyland replied, a small smile plastered on his face. They all looked at him.

"That is a good offer, Ser Tyland, but I think Prince Aemond would be suitable." The smile that had been on the Lannister's face moments before was wiped away at those words. "He would know how to tame the young princess, who to our misfortune is as wild as her brothers and mother." Otto added the last with venom, who glanced at his daughter who was thinking about the whole situation.

"We would start, moreover, with the advantage that both of them were close in childhood." Orwyle spoke. "I propose, if we all agree, that the ceremony take place as soon as possible."

Alicent nodded. "We shall marry them right after Aegon's ceremony. By nightfall."

"It would also be advisable to have the princess present at the coronation. It would give a message of unity, so anyone loyal to Rhaenyra would think twice."

"Let there be no more talk. After Aegon's coronation, Prince Aemond and the Princess will be wed tomorrow before the day ends."

Once the green council had settled all the matters they had to deal with to carry out their plan, the queen, along with the company of Ser Criston Cole, went in search of the princess to let her know what would become of her. How before nightfall of the next day she would be married to her uncle, who in what seems to have been a past life, was a friend of hers.

"My queen." Said the young princess once she saw Alicent in front of her, bowing after addressing her. "I suppose you have come to give me the terrible news that my beloved grandsire has passed away." Spoke the silver-haired young woman with a soft tone.

"That is not the only reason I am here, my dear." The Hightower woman spoke as she approached her granddaughter-in-law with a sad smile.

The Queen looked at the you woman. She could clearly see that she had been weeping for hours over the pass of Viserys, who had been so important to her. Even though she had not been able to see her grandsire for the past six years, the two had been corresponding by letters weekly, which had made the bond between grandsire and granddaughter very close.

"I am so sorry for your loss." Spoke the young woman who stood by the window of her room, which overlooked the inner courtyard of the castle. She knew things were wrong when she saw the behaviour of the people in the castle different, as if they were following a protocol. Well, let's just say that Ser Criston Cole locking her in her room and the guards taking anyone who worked in the castle to the dungeons - where she supposed they were sent - were two other big signs.

"I too am sorry for your loss, sweet child." The queen murmured as she took the young woman’s hands for her attention. "There is something I must inform you of."

"What is it?" the young one looked at the Queen, once her mother's best friend and now her grandmother by marriage to Viserys.

"Viserys… before he passed away, he told me one thing." The brown-haired woman began to explain to the silver-haired. "He told me that his dying wish is that your uncle, Aegon, should succeed him as king."

The young princess shook her head in confusion. "Pardon me?" she asked with a frown, still showing signs of confusion. "It makes no sense at all. He made my mother his heir." Said the young woman turning away. "He wanted my mother to rule the kingdoms."

"It's true. He told me, he changed his mind, it was his dying wish. For your uncle to be the new king."

"Is that what you had to tell me, dear Grandmother?" The young woman asked as she folded her arms, still frowning, but this time she did not show confusion, if not displeasure. "Is that why I have been locked up all day? To keep me from running away? Or perhaps, to keep me prisoner and use me to your advantage and make my mother bow the knee to your son?" The young woman exclaimed in anger. "I will not allow my mother to kneel."

"They wanted to execute you." Alicent spoke calmly, resting her hand on her granddaughter’s cheek. "I have prevented it. But to avoid a war, we have made a decision, of which I have come to tell you."

The young Velaryon laughed cynically. "To keep me prisoner, I assume." She took a step back.

"Of course not."

"You are telling me I can go back to my mother, to Dragonstone? Or back to Driftmark where I am supposed to go with my Grandmother?" The young woman looked around and sighed. "Where is my grandmother? Princess Rhaenys. Do you have her locked up too? Or have you executed her already?"

"She is well. In her room, making a decision."

"I see." The young woman dropped into the chair next to the window. "Seven hells." She dropped her head into her hands. "So... can I go now? I mean, if I am not a prisoner, I would like to leave as soon as possible." She looked up and looked at the queen, who was staring out the window, in silence.

Alicent continued to stare out the window, until she turned silently, with a serious countenance, then broke the silence. "You're getting married. Tomorrow night, after Aegon's coronation."

Like her mother in her day, the young woman did not want to get married. She wanted to live her life freely, free of responsibilities and heavy burdens. In a way, because she knew she was not made to be a pretender to the Iron Throne, which had given her so many headaches throughout her life. She knew that her younger brother, Jace, would be a better candidate when the time came. That was why, the day before, after what had happened in the throne room with Veamond Velaryon, she knew she must speak to her mother before she went home.

"Mother, may I have a word with you, please?" The firstborn said to her mother, who was with Daemon, preparing to leave the red keep. They both looked at their daughter.

"I will leave you two alone." Said the Prince, preparing to give both women space.

"That's not necessary, Father." Daemon was not her father, but since Leanor's passing, he had taken it upon himself to play that role, protecting and thus teaching the young woman everything he knew of the world, from High Valyrian to how to fight with a sword. "I would like you to stay. Please."

"What's wrong, dear?" Rhaenyra said, approaching her daughter in fear that something bad had happened. "She took her daughter’s face, and could see sadness and uncertainty in her expression.

Daemon approached her as well, and placed a hand on her shoulder, a sign of support and encouragement for her to speak. "If someone has done or said something to you, tell me who it is and I will kill them. No hesitation, you know that.”

"Nothing bad has happened, everything is fine, really, father." she said with a small smile at her father's overprotective reaction. "I wanted to let you know before you leave…my intentions."

"Your intentions about what, my daughter?"

"I do not desire the Iron Throne, mother. I do not wish to be your heir." The young woman spat quickly. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint the person she loved most in the world. "Jace would be a better king. He should be your heir. I wanted to tell you, but... I didn't want to disappoint either of you. I- I'm sorry, mother. I'm not up to it." The young Velaryon girl burst into tears.

"You could never let us down, sweetheart. Never, do you hear me?" Rhaenyra hugged her daughter tightly. Daemon smiled briefly at her and stroked her long silver hair.

Alicent's words really did hit her like a bucket of cold water. "Of course I am not getting wed!" The girl exclaimed. "No."

"If for the sake of your family, you want to avoid a war and getting them all killed, that's what you have to do," Alicent spoke calmly, with a tone that sent shivers down her spine.

This could not be happening.

Fuck it all.

Fuck the greens and their manipulations.

Fuck Alicent Hightower and the snake she had for a father.

"And who is the highest bidder to whom you have sold me, my queen?" the Velaryon said the last with mockery. "Ser Larys Strong? Or perhaps Ser Tyland Lannister?"

"Aemond, of course. Your dear uncle."

"I-no... He's-"

"Ser Criston." Called the Queen to the new Commander of the Kingsguard, who until then had been on the other side of the door to the princess's chambers, waiting for Alicent.

"My Queen." Said the knight once he entered the room. He looked at the princess and gave a small bow with his head. "Princess."

"Ser Criston, escort the princess for a little stroll to the gardens. She's been cooped up here all day, I'm sure some fresh air will do her good."

"As you commanded, my Queen."

Great, we're going on a small trip with Cole. Sounds like fun.

Spoiler. No.

A few moments later, when the Queen had left the place, together with the Commander's company, the young Velaryon woman went for a walk, in silence, to the Red Keep’s gardens.

It was strange to be walking in the Keep at this hour. It was almost dark, everything was dark, there was hardly anyone in the there, only guards and a few servants going to their rooms. There was not as much light as she remembered from when she was younger, except for a few torches and candles.

No doubt, the Red Keep had changed, it was not the place she loved to be in her childhood. Now it was just a dreary, cold place, a memory. A shell of its former self.

"Enjoying the walk, niece?" A voice interrupted them.

"Uncle." The girl whispered as she saw her uncle leaning against a brick pillar.

"I suppose you have been informed of the great news by now, hm?" The young Prince took a sip from the cup in his hand.

"Yes." She said in a dry tone, as she watched his every move.

"It will not be so bad, do you think?" The silver-haired Prince arched an eyebrow, before taking a final sip from his cup and setting it down.

She watched as the cup fell to the ground and the noise it made when it made contact with it. The noise echoed down the hallway.

In a way, that was how she felt. As if she was falling and was about to make an impact with something that was going to end her.

She didn't know at what point he had approached, but now he was standing in front of her, a smirk plastered on his face. "Don't you think it is funny?" He asked her, she watched him. She noticed his features slightly illuminated under the torches. His eyepatch was what caught her attention the most. She thought about the sapphire that was underneath. "By this time tomorrow we will be married. We will be one before the gods." She looked at his only eye, his blue gaze attracted her, much to her dismay.

"Delightful." She snapped wryly.

"Don't take it like that, princess. We will have a good time, just like when we were kids."

Something about him was attracting her. She didn't know what it was exactly, but it was electrifying. She looked closely at his long, seemingly silky hair, his high cheekbones, his perfect nose. His lips. Those lips, which were quirked into a mocking smile.

"I would rather jump from the highest tower of the Keep, my Prince." That was what came from between the lips of the young woman, who feigned sweetness.

"Seven hells. You really feel like it, hm?" Aemond said as he took the young woman's chin and lifted her face, so that she would look at him. "It is alright. I am dying for it too." He whispered teasingly before placing a kiss on the young woman's forehead, as if this was a game. "Ser Criston."

"Yes, my prince?"

"Please take my betrothed back to her chambers. She must rest for tomorrow." The young Prince ordered.

"As you command." Replied the brown-haired knight at the young man's command.

"Good night, my dear. We have an exciting day ahead of us tomorrow."

That was when she made up her mind to send it all to hell.

If she was going to be surrounded by Snakes from now on, unable to be with her family, she was going to do everything she could to destroy them from the inside. Or at least try and enjoy the process.

After all, she was her mother's daughter. She wouldn't let them finish her off so easily.

"Fuck all of this, fuck this place. Fuck all of them." She whispered.

The commander heard her. "You could have your tongue cut out for saying that." Criston told her, as she was escorted on her way to her room.

"Would you do it yourself, Ser Criston?" The girl gave the knight a fleeting glance.

"If I were ordered to." He replied.

"Surely you would enjoy it, would not you?"

The commander frowned and gave the young woman a look full of anger and displeasure.

"This can stay between us, Commander. It could be our secret, one more we would have." The young woman paused as she almost reached the door to her quarters. "I know you loathe my mother, that you resent her and that if it were up to you she would be dead. I also know that you think the same of me. That I am a savage and perhaps a spoiled cunt, worthy daughter of my mother? Perhaps?"

"You should go inside your room, princess. You must rest."

"Yes, don't worry. But first I want to tell you one thing. As I have already told you, all this may be our secret." The Velaryon woman spoke as she finished heading to the door of her quarters, once she reached the door she looked at the knight. "Well. As I was saying, I know you hate my mother, and I also know why, because she supposedly made you break your vows, the ones you took when you entered the kingsguard, am I wrong?"

Cole took a breath, thus trying to control the anger he was beginning to feel at hearing the young woman's words. His knuckles were white now. “What are you trying to say?”

"You see I am also my father's worthy daughter. For that I think you should be glad, don't you think? After all, not many Commanders of the Kingsguard have a daughter who is a princess." The young woman opened the door to her room. "I'm going to get some rest now. Good night, Commander. Oh! My mistake - should I address you as father from now on?"

No doubt she was going to do her best to destroy them from the inside. One by one, if that wasn't too ambitious of her.

Anyway, she was going to try to enjoy the process.

Even if it ended with her.

[laurens0]

Request:

Hey I've never made a request before but if your open to it I'd really like something for tsu'tey and his gender neutral s/o going with Jake and his family to seek safety in the water clan and just them having to learn how to live their as well.

Tsu'tey × gn!reader

Oke, so in this story ur gonna be neytiri's sibling :)

Genre: fluff

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Reader and tsu’tey went with the sully family to the metkayina clan because they wanted to stay with neytiri, while neytiri didn’t mind and actually wanted reader to come tsu’tey didn’t like the idea that much..

“We can’t just leave pandora behind!”

“I have to stay with my sister!… please.. she’s the only one I have left..”

“Fine..”

They fly on their ikrans overseas to the metkayina clan because they knew that that would be the most convenient clan to go to considering that it’s so different from pandora and so that the RDA forces will most likely not find them there. (Idk if this is true but it just seemed the most logical to me since there are also tons of other clans who would be much more convenient to them)

When they arrived we landed after some hustling with the metkayina people and trying to make them trust us we finally got to our huts where we would be able to rest for a bit.

You went to neytiri and her family for a bit to check up on everyone and ask if everyone was feeling oke and then you went back to tsu’tey.

I think that at first tsu’tey would absolutely hate it.

But after a while he will probably get used to it.

When it finally hit nighttime you decided to go out for a night walk along the shores when you found ur husband standing on a lifted rock. You quietly stood next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He spoke,

“We will eventually go back, right?”

“Yes, we will. We just have to get rid of the stupid military people”

He smiled at you and put his forehead to yours.

“I see you, y/n”

“I see you, tsu,tey”

Extra headcannons:

-I feel like the sully kids would call you guys uncle/auntie y/n and uncle tsu’tey 🥹

-he will definitely immediately try one of the biggest animals he can try to master and actually does pretty good

-you have to make him a shell necklace he will say that he doesn’t like it at first but then puts it on and never takes it off

“I thought you didn’t- nvm”

-tonowari, ronal and the rest of the clan would probably trust you guys before they trusted the sully family considering you guys are native na’vi and not dream walkers

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First ever fanfic :D please tell me what you think of it and if you see any mistakes please tell me and I’ll correct it

FEM ALIGNED DNI!

-Finn ❤️

[hobis-hope94]

~ A Girl Like You ~

AN: i’m really missing watching new father brown so i thought i’d finally write for my beloved sid ❤️

Summery: London’s first and only female Detective Inspector moves to Kembleford to get away from the loud, demanding and busy city. She meets an unlikely hero.

Paring: eventually Sid Carter x female!reader

Characters: female!reader, Sid Carter, Father Brown, Mrs McCarthy, train conductor and drunk man. Inspector Sullivan is mentioned.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, pubs, drunk man being creepy and loads of fluff.

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You were on the train to Kembleford. You were told you should get out of the city for a while. You? A London girl in the country?

It was a beautiful summer’s day in 1954, you were wearing a beautiful summer dress which was red and had white dots on it.

“Kembleford,” you said thoughtfully, as you looked out the window.

You fiddled with the locket which hung on your neck. Who suggested your break from the city? Your mentor, Inspector Sullivan. He spoke highly of the beautiful village of Kembleford, so who were you to judge?

“Kembleford Station, ladies and gentlemen, this is Kembleford Station,” the train conductor shouted cheerfully.

You smiled and gathered your luggage.

“Miss Y/L/N?” You turned to see a priest, wearing a capello romano hat, glasses and holding an umbrella. By his side stood a kind looking old lady.

“Ah. You must be the famous Father Brown,” you said, you recognised him from the stories Inspector Sullivan told you.

“Inspector Sullivan has told me great things about you,” Father Brown said, helping you off the train.

“And you,” you said smiling.

“This is Mrs McCarthy, the parish security,” Father Brown said, smiling at you.

You smiled at Mrs McCarthy.

“And this is Sidney Carter,” Father Brown said, as a tallish man in a green chauffeur’s uniform came up to you.

“Friends call me Sid,” Sid said, gently taking your luggage from you.

“Ah. Sully’s told me all about you,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Hm. Probably not the best information, I bet,” Sid said as you all began to walk to Sid’s car.

“Meh. It was a mix,” you shrugged.

“Oh yeah? What did he say?” Sid asked, putting your luggage in the boot.

“That you’re a common thief,” you said, Sid nodded as he listened. “A bit of a rubbish one too.” You giggled at Sid’s face.

“Rude,” Sid said, you caught Father Brown slightly agreeing with you. “Also rude.” Sid pointed at father brown.

“And that I need to watch myself around you,” you added.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Sid asked, opening the car door for you.

“Because you’ll flirt with anything that moves,” you said in a matter of fact tone.

Sid eyed Father Brown as he let out a laugh.

“I should let you know, Carter. I’m a very respected woman in London,” you stated, as Sid got in the driver’s seat.

“Oh yeah. What’re you? A lady or some thin’?” Sid asked, turning to look at you.

“No,” you said, “I’m London’s first and so far only female Detective Inspector,” you added proudly.

Everyone stared at you. You grinned.

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After a long day of sight seeing, Father Brown gave the best tours and Mrs M? She makes the best scones. You felt you were settled. You were sitting at the pub, sipping on your drink, when a drunk man came over to you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” He slurred, sitting too close to you for your liking.

“I’m entitled to be here. Same as you,” you said, bravely.

“Oh yeah? Women should be at home. Making dinner for their husbands,” he said.

“Well. I don’t have a husband. So if you don’t mind,” you said standing up.

“If you don’t have a husband, fancy coming back to mine?” He asked, grabbing your wrist.

“How so very polite,” you mocked. “No. I’m fine.” You said firmly.

“Ah come on sweetheart. Just one night with me,” he said, touching your face.

“I said no, thank you,” you said, beginning to feel scared.

“I promise-“ he said.

“Oi! The girl said no, she means no,” Sid’s voice sounded like music to your ears.

You smiled slightly as Sid shoved the man off you and stood in front of you.

“Alright, Carter. Being the hero, are we?” The man asked.

“Nah. Hero’s not really my thing,” Sid shrugged. “But if I see lowlifes like you, tarting a woman who doesn’t want to spend time with you, then I’ll step up. Because when a woman says no, she mean no,” Sid said, standing up tall.

The man sneered at him then left you alone.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said gratefully.

“Did he hurt you?” Sid asked, looking at you.

“My wrist hurts a little. But other than that, no,” you said honestly.

“Let me walk you back to your hotel room. It’s clearly not safe for you to be out here on your own right now,” Sid said gently.

You thanked him and you both walked along. Sid noticed you slightly shiver as the evening got colder, he gently draped his jacket around your shoulders.

“Well, Sully neglected to mention how much of a gentleman you are, Sidney Carter,” you said smiling as you pulled Sid’s jacket around you tighter.

“Yeah well, me and Sullivan didn’t quite see eye to eye did we?” Sid said smiling, lighting a cigarette.

“He did arrest you a lot didn’t he,” you said giggling.

“Almost every other day,” Sid said.

When you arrived in your hotel room, you began taking Sid’s jacket off.

“Hm. Keep it. Give it back to me tomorrow. These rooms get cold at nights,” Sid said, turning slightly red.

“Th…thank you,” you said blushing.

“D’you maybe …fancy getting something to eat together tomorrow? Maybe? I can show you all the non holy sights the Father “forgot” to show you,” Sid said, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’d love that,” you said, smiling.

“Well…then…see you tomorrow…say…11?” Sid asked.

“11 sounds perfect,” you said.

“G’night, Y/N,” Sid said gently.

“Good night, Sidney,” you said.

“Sid…friends call me Sid,” Sid said, you blushed.

“Good night, Sid…thank you again for saving me,” you said smiling.

“Anytime,” Sid said smiling.

Sid left and you shut the door behind you. Smiling. Maybe moving to Kembleford was a good idea.