what is so hard to grasp about the fact that Rhaegar IS in fact partially responsible for the deaths of Elia and their children? Like this is just common sense I fear
Like yeah no he didn't kill them himself and he obviously did not plan to die at the trident but by running off w/ Lyanna he put them in the position of vulnerability that allowed them to be murdered.
Even when he comes back to Kingslanding he sees firsthand how Elia, the children, and Jaime are all being used a glorified hostages and does absolutely nothing beyond promising jaime that'd he'd come back and change things.
he could've done quite literally a million different things like for example, had his wife and children smuggled out of Kingslanding to Dorne? or Essos? or literally anywhere else.
there is literally a quote in the text that states that if Elia had not married Rhaegar she would be "watching her children grow old around her." but sure he's completely at no fault.
no, it's actually crazy to me that, arthur, ARTHUR, mr Very Weird about feelings, mr gets real wobbly when talking about them (see: calling merlin wise in 03x02 for reference), yeah, that same arthur said "if i need a servant in my next life..." to merlin's face in 02x12, as he was about to fight some very much unkillable dudes. he didn't give his usual lines, such as "take care of those i love" as a sign of complete trust, no. instead, he decided to stand smack in the middle of the point - the point being "i wish to see you again, (and again and again) even if it won't be for some time", point being - one lifetime isn't enough. maybe it was the sleepiness getting to him, maybe it was the pretty certain death scenario, but i just think that was a little crazy of him.
Part 1, ..., Part 3, Part 4(I swear it will come. Someday.)
Warning: Suggestive content, brief mentions of pornography, a little misogyny, low-key incel behaviour, a lot of lingerie talk, just two guys being losers, please be 18 or older if you read this, or just don't tell me you're minor, I can't stop you from going anything tbh.
This is only fiction, please remember.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Your phone has been going off for this whole time. It must be extremely important when someone starts sending you messages at 11 pm on a Friday night.
You come out of the shower, hair wrapped in a towel, (unless you don't have hair, in which case idk what to do) and another one around your body.
You got lucky enough to get a dorm on campus with no roommates. Bless god for that scholarship. Dorms are expensive!
Glancing at your phone you check what might be so important, only to see that it's a follow request on your Postagram. (Idk, I'm scared I will get copy righted when I forget that this fic exists)
You open your phone, glancing at the account. The profile pictures shows no face, but a fairly cute cat picture. Whatever.
Alexandria.69 viewed your profile
Alexandria.69 wants to follow you
Alexandria.69 wants to send you a message
That's... A creative name. For sure...
You tap on the icon and glance through the profile. 8 followers from faceless account and following 37 accounts. Mostly singers and political figures.
The only pictures posted is from 2 days ago. It's a selfie from a high angle and a cropped off face in a summer outfit.
Seems to be a new account, maybe she's new to Postagram. Yeah, seems about right.
You tap 'accept' and answer the message she sent. Worst case scenario it's just a scam. What could possibly happen?
Well, that was a dry text for sure...
Whatever. You get a weird feeling about that anyway, 8 faceless accounts is a suspicious smount. You tap off of Postagram and place your phone away to fully dry yourself off.
Yet the black screen on your phone doesn't stay for a long time as you get another,
Ding!
You got a message from Alexandria.69
You turn to glance back at your phone, debating if you want to keep on chatting with this oddly uncanny account.
But you prioritise changing into something more comfortable and plop onto your bed, quickly crawling under the covers before finally deciding to check what she wr-
Ding!
You have 2 unread messages from Alexandria.69
Ah... just as you reached for your phone, too. It's really rude to interrupt the narrat-
Ding!
Layla send a message
Well, at least it's not that strange account anymore. And you open the text from Layla, a close friend, checking what she send.
"Geez! We're having a blast man, you can still come" she texted, then attached a picture of her and 4 other girls from your class, all drinking and probably at the club, guys behind them, hands going to place they'd normally get slapped for touching...
Ever heard of FOMO? Fear of missing out? It's funny how strong it gets, even if you believe to be alright alone.
"Nah, I'm already in bed" you answer, not bothering to go out clubbing tonight.
Ding!
You have 3 unread messages from Alexandria.69
Okay, what the hell does she want?
"We have some mutuals actually 😊"
"You know Layla right?"
"The red head, I mean."
Well, that's attention grabbing.
And with sone hesitation you type back "Layla, yeah", the message being seen immediately. Seems like she doesn't have much else to do but chat with friends of friends, hm?
"She said you're like good with guys?"
A message came back and it baffled you at the boldness. Maybe confused a little.
Uh... that's an interesting comment to make. Good with guys? Is that what your best friends is saying about you to others?
"Well, I guess?"
You tap, thumb hovering over the sent button before pressing it, now interested where this conversation might go.
"It's embarrassing to say"
"but I have issues with talking to boys and uhm, I"
"Uh... could you help me out?"
That's... A little pathetic, but everyone has to start somewhere?
And it's not like you have much better things to do. Your friends are out, getting laid and you are stuck in bed, chatting with a girl that knows your friend?
"I think so?"
"Oh my god, really? Thank you so much!"
That's a little sad, asking a girl you don't know about advise on guys. But girls support girls.
"Do you have a crush?"
"Oh, yes. He's handsome but I don't know how I should make him notice me"
"He says I dress weirdly."
Well, then drop him. Please, have some self respect.
"Alex, sweetie, if he doesn't like how you wear your clothes then don't change for him."
You try to give advice she will find useful, or supportive, pretty oblivious to the fact that Alexandria is actually Alexander. And not just any Alexander.
Alexander Kilgore, the very same classmate that makes snide remarks about your looks.
"Oh come on. Cooperate a little." He gruffs out, tapping on his phone again.
"I know, but I really want him to like me."
"Jeez, needy cunt. You're really doing too much." Rody scoffs, looking at Königs Phone Screen, both of them trying to lure you into a sense of comfort. Well, König wants to do that. Rody is just here to make sure the big guy doesn't fuck up. Which he already did by calling himself Alexandria.69.
Like really? His name but gender swapped and threw in a 69? Please...
"I don't know how to dress up to catch his attention! I want to wear something more revealing."
He writes, instantly getting a hit on the back from Rody. "Jesus, pushy much? No woman straight up texts other women "yeah, I want to fuck him, help me find something to wear so he wants to fuck me too", you uncultured bastard."
König huffs at him, glancing onto his screen as you start typing back.
"Well, if that's really what you want."
You're not going to argue with a stranger about what she wears. It's not like you know her. It's not like you that she's not a her.
"Try wearing something low-cut. Maybe flash your cleavage? You could wear some lingerie under loose clothes and 'accidentally' stretch a little to show it off?"
Alex stares at the message, reading through it several times with huge eyes. That's really what you are telling to a girl on how to grab her crushes attention?
Now he wonders if you're doing that too to grab your crushes attention. "Shit, I knew she's hot, but that's a little freaky." Rody laughs, getting this time a jab from König.
"Lingerie? Which one? I don't know what would look sexy enough. Do you have some recommendations?"
The two guys sit on Königs bed, staring at the phone like two teenage girls writing to a crush.
"Well... Most men like red. But you can't go wrong with white or black, really. I have some red sets."
That send König into a blushing fit. Fucking pathetic. Please, he watches weird hardcore porn but gets flustered when a woman talks about lingerie.
"Oh thank you!"
Rody texts instead, quickly clicking off of Postagram to ensure König don't milk this newly found communication method.
For now, you don't suspect that it's actually a pathetic virgin loser writing as a girl, hoping to get some more information out of you, maybe a picture he can jack off to. God, that would be fucking hot. He wishes to have even a single picture of you, and your posts are too covered!
All while you sit in your bed, confused about the conversation. That was... interesting to say the least. But whatever. Some girls are just awkward, surely theres nothing more to it.
Summary: "Chefs here..." a voice murmurs as you burst through the kitchen doors
Warnings: nothing really, chef y/n is giving gordon ramsay a bit
Words: 800+
A/N: hi everyone! been a while eh
"Chefs here..." a voice murmurs as you burst through the kitchen doors.
You cast a quick peek around. A dozen cooks and servers are preparing for the evening rush, and the air is humid and damp from the hot burners.
"Where's Evan?" You inquire, scouring the room for a sight of his familiar face among the pandemonium. The other cooks trade looks, displaying a mix of perplexity and fear.
Ava gestures at Evan, who is frozen in his trackers, as if he has just seen a ghost. His eyes widen, and he stares at you with his mouth open. You can watch the color drain from Evan's face as he cautiously approaches you, stuttering over his words.
Everyone in the room goes silent as they watch this unexpected meeting occur.
You rush over to him and take him by the elbow, forcing him to look at his plate, which had been returned due to the lobster being undercooked.
"What is this?" you question, pointing at the lobster. Evan moves his focus from you to the plate, his face shifting from panic to perplexity.
Everyone in the room is waiting for an explanation while he stammers, attempting to find the appropriate words to explain the situation.
"Uhhhh," Evan says, searching the kitchen for help.
"It's lobster, idiot," you snarl. "How long have you been here?" "Why do I have to deal with your messes all the time?"
Evan's face flushes with shame. "I... uh..."
"Don't say anything!" You cut him off with a snap.
He looks at you, perplexed.
"I break my fucking foot working my ass off in this restaurant, and the one day I need you to be on your A-game, of course you disappoint." Evan averts his gaze, his shoulders hunching.
Holding the lobster tail in front of his face, you seize it. "Apologize."
Evan's lips move in and out of uncertainty over how to reply. You snarl, "I said, apologize."
He glances at the lobster for a moment, then back at you, his expression bewildered.
"I'm... sorry?"
You turn to face the rest of the kitchen and aggressively toss the lobster in the garbage. "Someone, get me a fucking apron... now!"
You swiftly tie an apron around your waist after a server approaches you with one. Realizing that the other employees have seen your outburst, you observe them exchanging anxious glances as you make ready to return to work.
Taking a deep breath, you attempt to gather yourself and concentrate on the task at hand.
"Alright, everyone, listen up! It's time to turn this day around!" You say this, clapping your hands together.
The kitchen is silent, and the staff stands still, looking between you and Evan.
"Now," you point at the food on the stove, "someone give me a lobster; I'll prepare it myself."
No one moves.
"Well?" You demand, "We don't have all night! The dining room is packed, and we have tables that are waiting!"
At this point, the staff jumps into action, and the kitchen comes alive.
"Yes, Chef," someone mutters and hands you a plate with a lobster tail.
Within a couple of minutes, you're walking back out of the kitchen, your hair tied up and an apron wrapped around your waist, walking in the direction of the table that had originally ordered the lobster.
"Hi there, I'm so sorry about the delay. Can I offer you something on the house to compensate?" You ask, approaching the table, smiling apologetically, trying to mask the anger that is still coursing through you.
The brunette finally looks up, meeting your gaze. You immediately recognize those brown eyes.
"Y/N?" She asks, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Hey, Jenna." You say, letting out a small laugh. "What— what are you doing here? I thought you were in New York."
"Well, I wanted to surprise you." She laughs, shaking her head. "And what about you? I thought I told you to rest your foot."
You run a hand through your hair and mutter, "Baise-moi... (Fuck me...) Uh... it's a long story,"
With a lighthearted smile pulling at the corner of her lips, Jenna raises an eyebrow. Oh, gosh. She leans in closer and adds, "Well, I have all the time in the world to hear it."
You give your girlfriend a sidelong glance while sulking. "It's not that serious, baby. The boot helps a lot."
She sighs slightly and rolls her eyes. "You should be at home, resting."
"I'm fine." You sigh and cross your arms.
Jenna tilts her head, purses her lips, and raises her eyebrows.
"I swear, baby."
"Well, as much as I like the fact that you're here, I don't like the idea of you hurting yourself. Especially after how hard you worked."
You grin and nod slightly. "In any case, try the lobster. "Made by yours truly."
"Of course. Thank you, darling."
You nod and walk back to the kitchen, smiling at the sight of Jenna digging into the food you cooked.
"How'd it go?" Evan asks.
"It's my girlfriend," you tell him, untying the apron and setting it aside.
"What? The blonde one?"
"No, not the blonde one."
"The brunette one? Jenna Ortega?!"
You roll your eyes, grab your jacket and slip it on.
"Yeah, Evan, the brunette one," you say, pushing open the doors and making your way towards the exit.
The funnier part of rvb trending on twitter is the influx of fans that are finding my fanart and being like "????? RvB yaoi???" And I'm like do not get it twisted I have been here since like 2008, I am old school I grew up with this but also yeah I think they all fuck nasty and I'm good at drawing armor so I'm gonna use that to my advantage lmao
