Feyre - skinned knees, messy braids, chilly winds, a clear night sky, splinters, the first sunlight, sloppy kisses, frayed paintbrushes, the silence of the woods,
smoke, moonlight, worn out boots, the colour of bruises, dreams and nightmares, the smell of crisp air
Elain - slim fingers, dishevelled hair, muddied shoes, the smell of gardenias, satin ribbons, grass stains, freckles, the buzzing of bees, squinty eyes when smiling, lazy mornings, blushing cheeks, sunburnt shoulders, secret romances, fresh strawberries, butterflies
Nesta - running a finger over book spines, a crackling fire, the clicking of high heels, curtains blowing in the wind, dark purples and light blues, sunsets that look like the sky is on fire, pomegranate seeds, thunderstorms, pale skin, exploring maps, piano music, corsets
An actual suggestion: romanticize men as much as women are romanticized. Romanticize nb people as much as women are romanticized. Romanticize everyone bc everyone has the potential to be lovely. This has been a Legitimate Actual Suggestion.
Summary: You use a jealous Pietro’s ignorance to your own advantage to get him to admit your relationship Warnings: swearing, almost smut A/N: I was reading through old requests at 1:00 because I couldn’t sleep and this happened #sorrynotsorry
“You’ve been fucking each other for how long now?”
“Four months, three weeks, and five days,” you answered Natasha’s question, taking another sip of your drink and running your hand across your face in an attempt to conceal your embarrassment.
“And neither of you are fucking anyone else?”
“No,” you said, pressing your lips together and regretting your existence. Natasha had caught you sneaking from his room early Thursday morning, your hair a mess and your shorts in your hand. “Neither I nor Piet are fucking anyone else, Nattie.”
“Yet no one knows and neither of you will admit you’re together?”
Face Mapping: What Your Skin is Telling You About Your Health.
The skin is the largest organ of the body. It protects us from microbes, the elements and helps regulate body temperature.
Skin also tries to tell us when something in our body isn’t quite balanced.
No matter how many products and spot treatments you use, banishing acne isn’t so easily solved with skin care products. You’ll find pimples fading away one day only for new ones to form a few days later. A person’s physical and mental health has more to do with their skin’s appearance than the expensive, foreign products they religiously apply. A few blemishes here and there are nothing to worry about, but If you find yourself with chronic acne that won’t seem to go away, it’s time to take a closer look at what your skin is trying to tell you.
For @pandalandalopalis because I couldn’t resist writing this and I love the two of them being protective of each other. The Dragonpit scene was amazing though-I loved it.
King’s Landing loomed off the side of the boat, the towers of the Red Keep sparkling in the early dawn light. On the top deck, the two monarchs stood shoulder to shoulder watching it draw closer; it should have been a momentous occasion but there was a tension to the moment because the city wasn’t safe for them. Not yet.
“Do you think she’ll try and kill us?” Jon loosened his cloak, just slightly. It was significantly warmer in King’s Landing than it had been anywhere else, even on Dragonstone, but he refused to take off his cloak-more out of principle than a desire to be warm.
“I’d be surprised if she didn’t.” Dany caught her breath, her fingers tightening momentarily on the boat railing. It was a small thing, barely noticeable if one wasn’t paying attention-but Jon always seemed to be paying attention to the Dragon Queen now.
He touched her lower back instinctively, to steady her. “Are you all right?” This hadn’t been the first dizzy spell in the last few days; Dany tried to play it off as nothing but he was starting to get worried.
She nodded, but she wouldn’t look at him. “I’m fine.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t-”
She shook her head and stepped away from him, not turning away from the sprawling city in the distance. Her arms were crossed slightly, as if cold, and the look in her eyes was utterly inscrutable. The queen mask was coming down; gone was the Dany whose door he had knocked on in the middle of the night, who had stayed up for hours telling him about her life on the run, who had spent every minute by his side when he was healing from his wounds. There was no time for weakness; not now. “It’s the weather.”
He nodded, though it had never bothered her before. But he knew better than to fight with her, especially now when they needed to be as strong as they could be.
Queen Cersei wasn’t near as deadly as the Night King, but he was still nervous-almost more nervous than he’d been before he left Eastwatch. At least the wights he could anticipate; the Queen was desperate and unpredictable, which made her dangerous. And he wasn’t particularly looking to die so soon. “If you’re sure you aren’t-”
“I’m fine.” He thought only he could hear the catch in her voice. Seven hells. This was the last thing they needed. The absolute last thing.
They were all very silent on the way to the Dragonpit. They’d purposely picked a meeting spot that was far removed from the rest of the city; there was no predicting how the common people of King’s Landing would react to the Unsullied, much less the King in the North or the Dragon Queen. But the tension was still there, especially when the Lannister guard met them at the edge of the city. He got a few curious glances but for the most part everyone’s eyes flitted over him and to Tyrion-the once hero of the Battle of the Blackwater and now a wanted fugitive.
It had been so long since he’d seen Cersei-and even then he’d just caught a glimpse of her at Winterfell. Everything had changed now; she no longer had her long golden hair and there was something in the way she carried herself that screamed power and hidden ferocity. She truly looked like a queen, as she took her seat at the front of the pit.
Her eyes flickered to Dany’s empty seat, just like everyone else’s. And even though Jon knew perfectly well where the Dragon Queen was, he still felt tense and uneasy. What if something went wrong?
Dany made her entrance, of course-and he couldn’t help but be in awe of her. Then again, he knew he wasn’t the only one. Even some of the Lannisters were looking at her with grudging respect as she climbed down from her black scaled mount, face expressionless, and took her seat next to Tyrion. Cersei looked practically livid but Dany didn’t rise to the bait. Too much was at stake; there was too much riding on this meeting to do anything that might risk its outcome.
She was too pale.
He thought he was the only one who noticed; she was generally very pale anyway. But her light skin was almost translucent; he could practically see the veins standing out in sharp relief under her skin like a map…the same veins he’d kissed a couple of months ago back at Eastwatch, when they’d first made love to each other. And her hands were shaking; just slightly, but enough to make him worry. We should have set the meeting for another day. But how could they have cancelled? They already couldn’t show any sign of weakness as it was-how would they have explained it to Cersei?
The wight went over about as well as he’d expected. It was gratifying just to see the look on the Lannisters’ faces when they let it loose from its box and the queen and her entourage beheld it in its full glory, its eyes rolling and the flesh curling from its ruined bones.
And then came the moment he’d been dreading; he was asked to swear neutrality. He knew what he was supposed to say, how he had to lie…but he couldn’t. So he didn’t. Because he knew, better than anyone, that he couldn’t serve two queens-and there was only one queen that mattered, at least to him. Even pretending to serve another would be a betrayal to her.
The reaction was nearly instantaneous-Cersei said “Then we have nothing more to discuss” and stood up, her retinue grouped loosely around her. Most of the members of Dany’s entourage were on their feet as well and he knew that he’d ruined everything. He didn’t know what he was going to say or how he could fix it but he knew he had to try…
And then Dany was sick all over the Dragonpit floor. The giant arena went dead silent and Jon felt worry crawl down his spine.
He saw Cersei turn back, seizing upon the moment of weakness like a cat on injured prey. A shock of fear went through him, quick and thrilling-and he closed the distance between them in two steps, where Dany’s entourage had circled around her protectively. Dany was struggling back to her feet-but she was barely on her knees when she slipped again, falling back to the sand. Her skin was white as parchment.
The entourage made way as soon as they saw him; Missandei was half supporting the Queen, while Dany tried to stand. “What happened?”
Missandei shook her head. “I don’t know-”
“It could be poison,” Varys murmured, glancing at the Lannisters.
“She needs to be checked by the maester,” Jon replied, trying to ignore the way his heart was racing. It shouldn’t be affecting him as much as it was.
Dany struggled to her feet, only squeezing Missandei’s hand once when it looked as if she might fall. “I’m fine-”
“You’re not fine,” Tyrion replied. “Your Grace-” He glanced between her and the Lannisters, obviously torn. “I can try and talk to her-”
“She’ll kill you.”
“I have to do something to try and salvage this. Besides, she’ll take this as weakness and exploit it as much as she can. Take her back to Dragonstone,” Tyrion muttered.
“I’m not asking.” Tyrion left, not looking back once. Jon got the distinct and disturbing feeling that if the Queen’s Hand never came back it would be his fault.
Dany bit her lip, seeming to realize that everything was falling apart around them-and then she suddenly fainted into Missandei’s arms. The queen’s advisor looked at Jon worriedly. “I hope this isn’t what I think it is.”
He picked the queen up gently and started down the path to the harbor, not looking back once to see how their enemies would take it. Let them stare. He’d probably only confirmed Cersei’s worst fears anyway.
The rest of the day was tense and quiet back on Dragonstone. The maester was able to make his diagnosis within twenty minutes-the Queen was pregnant. And Jon could only assume that the baby was his.
Tyrion and the rest of her advisors returned much later to announce that a truce had been reached in spite of the disaster in the Dragonpit. The relief was quick and sweet…but it dissipated suddenly when he had to fill Tyrion in on what had happened. This further complicated things. And Jon hadn’t thought they could get any worse.
When the sun set, he was finally allowed to see the Queen. She’d been confined to her rooms all day while Missandei fussed over her-but when she saw Jon she just smiled sadly. “I tried to-”
“You did wonderfully. Up until…”
She laughed mirthlessly. “Cersei will know soon, if she doesn’t already. A child…it puts us both in more danger.
“We’ve always been in danger. Tyrion says the truce might have been a trap anyway-what reason does she have to trust us, and what reason do we have to trust her?” He took her hand easily; it still sent a shock through him at first, as though it was the very first time. “She wants to kill us both anyway.”
“But she knows I’m vulnerable.” He could see the fear in her eyes, the way she held one hand to her stomach protectively-and he couldn’t help thinking of Robb’s wife Talisa, murdered by the Lannisters, her unborn child stabbed in the womb.
“We’re stronger together. You said we’d defeat the Night King together-you’re not going back on your word now, are you? And I told her that I only served one queen.” And I’ll protect you. I won’t even let her get near you.
“That was stupid of you. I respect it, but…it wasn’t the right time.”
“It never would have been the right time.”
She took his other hand, guiding it so it rested on top of hers. “Did Tyrion’s assessment change? Are we still fucked?”
The word sounded so odd, coming out of her mouth. He couldn’t help smiling, just a little. “I don’t know. We can’t trust the Lannisters but…any men at all make a difference.”
He was more desperate than ever to win now; there was no other option. Not if he was going to be a father.
But they’d cross that bridge when they came to it.
She sounded like she was smothering a laugh. “Well…now she knows. Now everyone knows about us.”
“And we’ll deal with it as it comes. That’s the only thing we can do.”
“Missandei told me you carried me all the way to the ship. You didn’t have to do that either.”
“I was worried about you-”
“It was stupid. But I respect it.”
And just for that moment, for that smile they shared, it seemed like everything would be all right after all. Somehow, things would work out. Hope might be dangerous, but it was all he had left.
I wanted to have this done earlier but that’s not actually what happened ugh.
A/N: I know this took forever, y’all, but thanks for sticking it out! I wanted the smut in this chapter to be like, nearly perfect, so I hope that’s what I’ve done for y'all. Enjoy! (read chapter 1 HERE).
You think you might be dissociating. It’s just, suddenly, none of this seems real, because how could it be? Did you really crash some party at famous musician’s fancy downtown condo, just to spend the whole night talking to said musician and end up pinned beneath him on his fluffy king sized bed? No, that doesn’t seem realistic to you at all.
But it feels real. His lips are there, on your neck, needy and insistent as he sucks and licks at your skin in a way that pulls breathy mewls from your throat, and it feels so fucking real. If it’s a dream, it’s the best, most vivid sex dream you’ve ever had and you pray your alarm never goes off.
Pre-52 Steph is off in the distance screeching in joy
look at him have some character development he’s growing!!!! Learning no one is beyond saving AND to let other people handle things he could totally do but sometimes it’s someone else’s journey to take
idk what canon GA follows but I think Dami must be older right? Map’s like 14 and they’re friends so he must be older correct me if I’m wrong but he’s like 10 in the other comics he appears in right?
thank you so confirmed he is 13 thanks to all those that messaged me I also just read the first issue of Super Son’s and it got mentioned there. However I think GA must be outside of canon or something because it seems to be unaffected by rebirth so maybe it’s a “time skip” or au or semi canon????