Oh, speaking of the Dead Ladies Club, I know that term is generally reserved for the mothers of the main actors in current ASOIAF (and a few other Robert’s Rebellion-era female characters). But I’d like to honorarily include one more – Dyanna Dayne, mother of Aegon V Targaryen and Master Aemon and others, wife of Maekar Targaryen. Wrong generation, for sure, but Aegon is one of the main characters in the Dunk and Egg stories (and his brothers are important in the stories and very probably his sisters eventually), Aemon is a major character in ASOIAF, and this is all we know about their mother:
“You’re going to Ashford, aren’t you? Take me with you, ser.” The innkeep had warned him of this. “And what might your mother say to that?” “My mother?” The boy wrinkled up his face. “My mother’s dead, she wouldn’t say anything.” He was surprised. Wasn’t the innkeep his mother? Perhaps he was only ’prenticed to her.
–The Hedge Knight
And again, we only found out her name in 2014, in the Targaryen family tree in The World of Ice and Fire. Dyanna of House Dayne of Dorne, married Prince Maekar of House Targaryen in ???, had four sons and two daughters, and died ??? some time before 209 AC, many years before Maekar became king in 221 AC. That’s it, we know nothing else.
Was Dyanna close to Queen Mariah Martell, her mother-in-law? What about her sister-in-law, Jena Dondarrion, considering Dondarrions are traditional enemies of Dorne? While she might have been pleased to marry a prince, what did she think about marrying a fourth son? What did she think of the First Blackfyre Rebellion, considering Daemon’s supporters were so against the supposed Dornish influence on the royal court? Did she know about her son Daeron’s dreams and her son Aerion’s madness, what did she think of them? How did she die? What did her sons and daughters think of her? Did they ever think of her, so many years later, when Aegon the Unlikely had become king of Westeros, when Aemon became a maester and then joined the Night’s Watch, when her daughters married and had children of their own? We just don’t know.
Requested:Yes Warnings:Swearing, alcohol mentions, unwanted advances. A/N;sorry this is so short & terrible, i’ve been trying not to die all day feeling like crap, hope you enough this anyway! **
‘You should smile more, little lady,’ the drunken boy slurred at you. You forced a little grin, hoping against all hope that he would leave you alone. As if you hadn’t been uncomfortable enough, sitting in a loud bar while you waited on your girl to return with your drink, god had decided to send a fuckboy your way. Too polite - and, admittedly, a little too scared - to push him away, you endured the cheesy pick-up lines, the overwhelming smell of lager on his breath as he slowly leaned in closer to you.
Just then, a saviour appeared in the form of a short, slender girl with fiery red curls that bounced with every movement. A pale hand slammed itself down in front of you, Cheryl Blossom angling her body so the creep couldn’t see you anymore. She flashed her trademark sinister smile, lips the colour of blood, startling against her pale skin.
‘Hi! I’m Cheryl. (Y/N)’s girlfriend.’ The last word is emphasised, sharp as a spear and spoken dangerously soft. The boy smirks; 'So, a little bit of girl-on-girl action, huh? I’m into it.’
Cheryl closed her eyes and took a breath, flicking her curls over her shoulder. The action caused a wave of air to pass by you, the scent of of her flowery perfume tickling your nose. You smiled at the familiarity of the scent.
'Well, unfortunately for you, we-’ she motioned between you both with a wave of her hand - 'are not interested in smelly hobos who cannot take no for an answer. Now, be a good little boy, and run away.’ She bared her teeth in another dangerous smile. Taken aback by the ferocity of her words, the boy stumbled back, a little alarmed. Muttering something indecipherable, he finally left. Cheryl rolled her eyes, turning to you and leaning down to capture your lips in a possessive kiss. You smiled into it, the sweet taste of Maple Red lingering on your tongue as she pulled away, tangling her hands in your hair. 'People should know not to touch, or even look at, what’s mine,’ she whispered, eyes darkening. You leaned in again, happy to just have your girl by your side, no fuckboys in sight.
O, Hethert, who abides in Dendera, Face of Gladness.
You are Inebriety without end, Lady of Drunkenness.
Golden Goddess, Bejewelled in Turquoise and Malachite,
Mistress of Music, Praise the Eye of Ra burning Bright!
Summary: “Nice moves, Giacometti,” says the drunken Japanese lady – Minako Okukawa, Chris’s brain reminds him at the last possible moment. She wanders over to the pole, swings herself up with ease. “But maybe you were wondering where Yuuri got his skills from? Watch and learn.”
Bad boy!Calum who always hangs out at
the local pub and gets kicked out for fighting all the time, and
truthfully the only reason he hasn’t been banned is because his uncle
owns the place. He challenges people to a game a pool and hustles
them out of their money, and then he uses that money to pay for
drinks for the hottest girl he can find that night. Every girl drools
over him, and no matter who he goes up to they are always eager to go
home with him, wanting to test out the validity of his reputation in
bed. One night, he’s in the middle of a game and he glances up to the
door when he hears a cute giggle sound through the bar and he locks
eyes with you and he loses concentration on the game at hand, and
sweat collects against his palms. One of the friends you have with
you lean over and whisper to you and point at him, and you raise an
eyebrow, tilting your head slightly as you rake your eyes over his
body and he shakes the thoughts out of his head to get back to the
game because he simply cannot lose if you’re watching him. You sit at
the bar, eating and drinking with your friends, and Calum keeps an
eye on you for the whole night but he never could gather the courage
to go up to you.
It takes Calum seeing you there two
more times for him to realize that you and the same two friends come
there every Friday night, so he works it into his schedule that he’s
always there on Friday nights too, just to be able to watch you from
afar because he still hasn’t spoken a word to you. One Friday night,
a gross old guy in his mid-50’s sends a drink for you to the table
that you and your friends had been sitting at, and you politely
declined but the man didn’t like that so he decided to deliver it a
second time himself. He tapped your shoulder, and you turned and
grimaced when you saw the face that the waitress has just pointed out
to you as the man that had ordered you the margarita, and he asked if
you wanted to join him at his table. You declined, turning to look at
your friends again when he grabbed your shoulder and turned your body
to look at him again. It was record time that Calum crossed the room
and laid the man flat on his ass with a strike across his jaw
spitting out at the gross drunken man, “the lady said no, leave her
the fuck alone you prick.” Calum stood and watched as the man was
taken out by security, and then he turned to walk out the back door
onto the smoking patio that was out there, and he didn’t notice that
you had gotten up and followed after him until you touched his arm
just as he brought them to rest up on the railing of the patio. He
turned his head, and his heart leaped into his throat when he saw
that it was you.
“Hi,” you muttered, smiling at him.
“Hey,” he blinked heavily, looking
down at where your hand was still resting on his arm and you quickly
“Um, thank you, for that,” you were
looking at your shoes, kicking away a small rock that lay on the
“Don’t thank me,” he said bluntly,
regretting the way it came out immediately as your eyes shot back up
to catch his, widened slightly. “Just, you shouldn’t have to thank
me. You shouldn’t have to fucking experience shit like that. That’s
“I’m Y/N,” you stated with a smile,
reaching your hand out waiting for him to put his in yours so you
could shake it.
“Calum,” he smiled, a light blush
dancing across his brown skin.
“Would you like to go grab some food,
and get to know each other outside of what we see as we stare at each
other secretly from across a dingy pub every Friday night?,” you
joke, laughing at yourself and smiling bigger when you hear him
“I would love that, actually,” he
agreed, turning and extending an arm for you to loop yours through.
Walking past your friends was comical,
their mouths hanging open in shock as you strutted past them and
dropped a wink in their direction. They, along with every other
person who was staring at you, felt a small ache in their chest for
you because it would only be a one night stand. It would only ever be
a one night stand when it came to Calum.
And that may have been true in the
past, but not anymore. Not with you.
You’re a year younger than Remus, and you just graduated from Hogwarts. One day
Remus walk into the bar you work at and develops a crush on you.
the scent of alcohol not leaving your nostrils. Just another shift, Y/N you can
do this. You hated your job. I mean who wouldn’t? Being around horny drunk guys
all time couldn’t make anyone happy. But you needed the money. After you
graduated from Hogwarts your mind was set on being an Auror. Little did you
know that the Ministry training cost a fortune. So every night, you wound up in
the loud bar serving drinks. You checked your appearance in the mirror. Always
look good, your boss once told you. Your blouse was unbuttoned at the top,
showing a tiny bit of your chest. Your tight black skirt was hugging your hips
and stopped in the middle of your thighs. Your hair was in cute dutch braids
today and you had no makeup on except for some red lipstick to add a little
out into the bar area, saying hi to your friend who was wiping glasses.
for those two guys in the flannels, they’re pretty wasted.” She whispered to you
as she walked out.
a loose strand of hair back and got to work. People came and left, it was a
typical night. Until someone came in that made the color rise to your cheeks.
Remus Lupin. You had a crush on him in school, but since he was a year older
than you, you two never really officially met. Suddenly you felt the heat go up
in the room. He was still really really cute, some of the schoolboy charm still
there. But he also looked more mature, his muscles a little more toned and you
swear he must have gotten taller. You two locked eyes for a brisk moment. Shit.
You didn’t want to embarrass yourself.
“Hi how can
I help you?” you asked him as he took a seat right in front of you.
Can I have a scotch and water with a twist please?”
“Ah it’s so
refreshing having a guy with manners come in here.” You said, grabbing a glass.
and you two made small conversation as you prepared his drink. During this
whole time, his eyes never left your face.
your name?” he asks you some time later.
smile, praying to god he doesn’t recognize you from Hogwarts. Sadly he does.
“Oh my god
Y/N? I remember you, you were the cutest girl in your year.”
you blush heavily and bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling too widely.
the cutest girl in your year” he adds.
You stare into his eyes. Then, some douche of course decides to break your
lady?” a drunken guy in a flannel screams.
“How can I help
you?” you answer, hiding your disgust.
for the night.” He slurs.
all the drink you had, that’ll be 47 galleons.” You say counting all the empty
glasses in front of him.
“How much do
you cost for the night?” he cackles.
galleons for the drinks sir.” You say more firmly.
“Oi come on…
I can get you out of here and we can have some fun.” He carries on.
her alone! She said 47 for the drinks that’s all. Treat a woman with respect
will you?” Remus shouts. The guy in the flannel eyes him angrily but raises his
shoulders and puts the money on the counter, as well as twenty silver coins.
he say that to you.” Remus huffs, still a little angry.
“Eh you get
used to it. Plus the horny drunk ones tip a lot.” You smirk, slipping the
silver coins in your pocket.
guessing plenty of guys hit on you?” he questions.
I think I get the worst out of all the bartenders.” you say, wiping the counter
clean. It was late and Remus was the only person left.
sense, you’re the most beautiful.”
you didn’t even see the other bartenders!” you chuckle.
need to.” He looks into your eyes. “Hey why don’t you have a drink, it’s on me.”
spend the whole night talking and laughing and when the morning comes, your
boss wakes up to you asleep on the couch in Remus’ arms. He looks around and
the whole place is spotless and clean. He smiles to himself and walks to his office. Y/N was a keeper alright, he thought. And so thought Remus.
Allrighty guys thanks for reading! I really likes this plot so send in requests if u want a PART 2? feedback’s always appreciated! xxx
Headcanon Claire Temple, Sara Lance, Natasha Romanoff, Kendra, and Elektra on a drunken ladies night out
PFFT OKAY YOU WANNA TALK CROSSOVERS? BECAUSE I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT CROSSOVERS
Elektra becoming the most irresponsible big sister mentor to Thea ever; lots of fun to go on patrols with but probably shamelessly encouraging the bloodlust. (Laurel is, understandably, pissed; she enlists Nyssa to throw down with Elektra.)
Claire and Caitlin meeting for coffee and immediately starting a “Doctors and Nurses Against Superheroes Doing Dumb Shit” club. They call each other on a weekly basis to complain about their idiots in red. (“He’s picking a fight with the entire Japanese mob.” “Mine ran himself into an alternate dimension.” “Jesus Christ. You start.”)
Nat and Sara probably do shots and then have a knife throwing competition because that’s just kind of who they are as people. They get kicked out of the bar and go prowl the streets, raining swift retribution on anyone stupid enough to catcall them.
Mari and Jemma get in a good-natured argument about magic with both of them refusing to budge an inch, while Daisy just swoons over how cool Mari’s power are.