#REIIGNONME. 001

[dmlza]

give me your hand. // from ross. @reiignonme — sent from this prompt (x) still accepting!

her feet, perched on stone that is roughly hewn from the elements, come to a still as he offers her his hand. she looks down at it, and then back up at him, before she cocks her head to keep the wind from blowing her hair into her eyes. ‘ do 'ee not think i can handle it m'self? ’ she plants her hands upon her hips, standing where she is and making no attempt to take his proffered help. ‘ or do 'ee just want a'be the heroic husband? ’ that question makes her smile, just slightly, exposing the fact that she's simply teasing him, but she tries to cover it with a neutral expression, hopefully before he has the opportunity to notice it.

[ofmythsandfables]

a starter for the dearly beloved @reiignonme <3

❈ — "I know you're there."

Her voice is even and calm, even as feet swiftly and almost noiselessly move about the training ground while she practices with a sword on a dummy of sorts. There's a smirk tugging at her lips as the blade swipes across the dummy's chest with ease.

"I feel as if your gaze could burn a hole in the middle of my chest should you continue to stare any longer...darling..." Looking over her shoulder, bright blue eyes fall upon the male standing far enough away to not be detected under normal circumstances, but Brenna wasn't normal by any means.

[ofashesandthorns]

🏵️ —— THOUGH MARGAERY KNEW HER FATHER AND BROTHER WOULD BE OFFENDED BY THE ACT — she could not help but be amused by it. A gracious laugh fell from her lips as she met up with dear Visenya, away from her family and treating the other as if she was the only one that mattered. Which, in fact, she very much was. "Do forgive us! Business with my Lord Father back home in Highgarden cost us an entire day of travel, to my utter dissatisfaction. Trust me when I say I urged our carriages to carry us here and in your most wanted company as quickly as I could." She smiled brightly at the other, lowering her body in a curtsy, "It is so good to see you again, your Grace. I longed to return since our very last visit. Shall we get started in catching up?" Her head turned toward that of Mace Tyrell, smiling wide, "You do not mind, do you, Father?" Without allowing him a moment to sputter a confirmation, the young rose turned back to the Targaryen, smile even brighter. "Alright, then. Shall we?"

🗡️ @ofashesandthorns ——— liked the visenya targaryen starter call.

🗡️ ——— 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐄𝐀𝐑 to ear, Visenya rode her horse quickly to meet the visiting Tyrell delegation that were arriving. The line of carriages stopped at the arrival of the Queen and she halted at the most heavily guarded ones. their doors opening in annoyance. Visenya ignored the Lord of Highgarden and his heir, instead fixed on the female. ❛ Lady Margaery. I enjoyed your company so much last time that I was worried at the lateness of your arrival. ❜

[ofmythsandfablesaa]

@reiignonme​​ liked for a starter!

❈ — "Salazar? What are you staring at so intently?" The head of Ravenclaw house sat beneath a large oak near the castle, and as usual, with a book in hand. An herbal tea suggested by Helga steeped beside her in a cup, already halfway done. The witch smirked softly at Salazar when he didn't reply right away and continued to stare at her. "Well? Are you going to reply or must I coax it out of you with a charm?"

[ofmythsandfables]

@reiignonme asked: Strip for me. // to jamie from catherine.

A thick eyebrow rose at the woman's very forward request. Something about it excited him despite it surprising him, but instead of obliging, at first, he took a few steps toward Catherine and let his ocean blue gaze bore into her own.

"Someone's feelin' fiery this evenin', I see." His brogue thick and deep as it rolls of his tongue. His 6'4 stature towered over her as he reaches to let the back of his finger graze along her jaw. "I must say, I don't mind ye speakin' as so as much as I thought..."

[ofmythsandfables]

@reiignonme asked: [ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness. // to merida from robert.

She couldn't let go. She just couldn't. Not knowing when she'd see him again tore at her heart in a way she never experienced before. This feeling toward Robert was still so new and strange for her, and yet, it felt right for some reason.

And so, as the two stood under cover of the gateway to the castle grounds, Merida clung to Robert's cloak while kissing him deeply. He was supposed to leave at least fifteen minutes prior with his family, but the two were desperate to soak in the last bits of time together as much as they could.

The kiss is broken, but only for a moment as Merida cups Robert's scruffy cheek to gaze at him with a visible pout. "Write t' me. Tell me when ye get th' time so we can see each other again..." Merida already felt like she wasn't going to wait to hear from him. She started planning the trip to his castle in her mind because she truly couldn't wait to see him again.

[kiissme]

letitreiign​ / @reiignonme​, — bill

❛ — @kiissme​ / liked this starter call.                     starter call status ; closed.

                    With a steaming tray of freshly baked Christmas cookies, the oldest Weasley stepped from the oven with the desire to scoop the food from tray to plate for him and Alisha to enjoy. But the distraction occurred immediately when the female appeared ; braided hair spilled over damp shoulders, white towel wrapped tight around her body, smooth legs peeked out from below and Bill Weasley’s mind immediately went straight to the gutter.

And it made him lick his lips slowly … and it was nothing to do with the steaming food still perched in his hands.

❝ Merlin’s beard, Alisha. ❞ Bill scolded with obvious playfulness, eyes raked over her with obvious desire and he gulped away the groan that threatened to spill from parted lips. ❝ Don’t you know it’s dangerous to wander around Shell Cottage like THAT. You might meet a red head under the mistletoe who might then pull that towel from you … and then forget all about the cookies you wanted. ❞

          This was exactly what she needed. The last month had been absolute chaos at work, when Bill suggested whisking her off away to a remote cottage, just the two of them to get into the holiday spirit, she couldn’t say yes fast enough. He always seemed to know exactly what she needed and she kind of loved him for it. But coming out of the shower, something else she desperately needed, one didn’t need to be a mind reader to see what he craved at that instant. Making the doctor laugh, wandering closer with bare feet hitting the wooden floor.

          A soft hum escaped her, smile wide as she was closer to him. “Funny, you make that sound like a bad thing, Weasley. When in fact,” she said, tilting her head to the platter of cookies, plucking one of them still warm and took a bite. “Mmm,” she let out with such a moan, closing her eyes, practically melting in her mouth. Looking up with a wide smile, “...sounds like the best thing that could happen right now.” Swallowing and licking her lips, she placed the cookie down and instead went to his lips in a kiss. Soft and sweet, tongue lightly teasing at his bottom lip. There was something else she craved, as the cookie fell back on the platter and her grip loosened on her towel.

          Darkened eyes lifted toward him, the towel at her feet and soon bare for only him to see. “Seems the towel fell... Shame, that. It’s a bit cold as well, maybe you should warm me up?”

[ofmythsandfables]

the incomparable @reiignonme liked for a starter with Azra!

❈ — Fiery depths surrounded the prince as he took each step toward the water. Thousands of tortured souls cried out, wailing and moaning pathetically, but it was a sound that Azra heard almost every day for the last ten thousand years or so. If anything, the sound had dulled for him over the centuries from hearing it so often.

Standing at the water's edge now, golden orbs gazed upon the rippling effects. "You called for me, Vepar?" Azra's deep timber called out across the waters and he scanned for the one he sought. "Come now, you know I'm not a very patient demon." Though, for Vepar, he'd wait longer for her than any other demon.

[ofmythsandfables]

@reiignonme asked: { outdoors } : our muses have sex in the woods. TO BRENNA / FROM AEGON I 👀

❈ — The breeze brushing against exposed skin was pleasant, as was the feel of soft grass on her back. Bared legs wrapped around a fit waist while nails dug into strong shoulders. Teeth were bared and marking their territory. Brenna could feel that pleasing coil in the pit of her stomach growing but her stamina was far better than most; she would be able to hold out a little longer. The feel of Aegon sliding in and out of her was pure bliss, the sounds he made in her ear were beyond primal and lewd, and only aroused her more knowing just how much she pleased him.

Feeling playful, the witcher turned them over so Aegon was on his back with her sitting nicely on his hips. Hands slid up his arms and interlocked with his own to bring them above his head, just as full lips tug up into a cheeky smirk while rolling her hips slowly to tease him. "My turn now..."

[ofashesandthorns]

🏵️ —— The gentle squeeze of her hand was her very first reaction to his touch. To feel the warmth of his grasp wrapped around her cold, almost numb hands, were a blessing. Her smile was warm, as it was so good to see him. With her hand slipped from his grasp, it raised to cup his cheek, her head leaned forward to touch lightly against his forehead. To feel him close, to take in his presence for she did not know how long until the two should meet again...

"...I am, now, my love. I am where I need to be... With you."

It was not enough, of course. Moving to lay a gentle kiss at his cheek, and her arms wrapped around him, tightly. In fear it was a dream, as if he were to fade away and she would be made to grasp upon nothing but air. "I missed you."

| 🏵️ — @reiignonme |

🔱 @ofashesandthorns ——— liked the vermithor starter call.

🔱 ——— 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓. 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. All emotions that clawed at him while he gripped furiously at Margaery's hands. He was a beast made for war, for killing and living to the words of Fire and Blood.

But he had not expected her, and they had not expected to be on different sides of a violent war.

❛ My love ... it has been so long. Are you well? ❜

[kiissme]

@reiignonme​​ liked forever ago for a valentine’s day starter! time means nothing.

          “Have you ever celebrated it before?” She felt it was a fair question. Unlike Faye, Wanda didn’t have the typical upbringing. The slice of normalcy, and the like. “I used to, before all this. Before lighting struck and the like. It was nice. It was fun. Actually one of my favorites though yeah, not the sappy type. Just like the chocolates mainly. Doin’ cute things with someone, stuff like that.” An wistful smile coming across her face as she thought about it. “I kinda loved it, really. But mostly if I was with the person I wanted to spend it with. Haven’t done that in a while, though. Either slipped my mind or just...” A slight shrug of her shoulders given, “Not the right person, I dunno, maybe it just felt too normal to celebrate with the last few years and all that. But I’m kinda been cravin’ a bit of normal. So, if you’re interested, I’d like to treat you to dinner and maybe a sappy movie. Nothin’ Nicholas Sparks or Love Story but maybe While You Were Sleeping or somethin’ like that. What you say?”

what you say, @reiignonme​ ? for wanda with faye, mcu edition.

[kiissme]

@reiignonme​ sent —

❛ My Queen, ❜ Jon whispered, a kiss pressed to Faye's inner thigh in the privacy of their chambers back in Winterfell. With the Targaryen Queen now here, things had been tense and he knew why. But the ice between the married couple had begun to melt as the days had moved on and this was the King in the North's penance - on his knees and head under the thick fabric of Faye's dress. 

          She wanted to be mad at her husband. Faye wanted to be furious and she had every right — as far as she was concerned. Theirs was a marriage of convenience, it was true. Yet from the moment they had joined hands, pledged themselves to one another in front of the Old Gods and New... Faye had felt something, then, something true. She had felt it with their first kiss and every touch that followed, feeling it still when he had left and she awaited his return.

          Who could blame her for feeling it less when he had brought the Dragon Queen by his side? One whose looks towards her husband only told her so clearly that Danaerys Targaryen was in love with Jon Snow. It had made her uneasy, her mind running wild of what had transpired between the two in her absence. Did the silver haired woman care for her marriage, the self declared queen whose ambition was to rule the seven kingdoms by fire and blood? It was unlike her to feel this way, and she hated it more because of it.

          Jon was an earnest man, however. Working to put her mind at ease and commit to their marriage. Gently. Slowly. The two barely touching or rekindled their passion, not being in the state of mind to do so, not like this. Until that night, in their chambers, and when asked what he could do to make themselves as close as they once more, she told him, leading to feel his lips along the delicate flesh of her inner thighs, driving a heat through her body. Sitting on the edge of their bed, legs spread and her husband underneath her skirts.

          Perhaps it was love, to be mad at one’s love and still crave their touch. Eyes fluttering close as the trail of his lips brought the wetness to grow between her legs, leaning back and settled upon her elbows. They had wed only such a little while before he left, their wedding night occurred so quickly before the realities of the world they live in drove him away. She was mad, but she missed him. Licking her lips, she took in a shuddered breath, the warmth of him making her dizzy with wanton desire. “...I touched myself to you...while you were gone....” she confessed, taking the moment to lay on her back properly, a breath taken. “...I would wake from dreams of the two of us. Our wedding night. Sinfully wet and throbbing that I have no choice but to touch myself. Cry your name in the dark... Hoping that somehow, you would know. That you would feel it... Did you? Did you feel me?”

[ofashesandthorns]

🏵️ —— A bright chuckle flows from her lips, looking to the other. "Of course I shall!" she assured Katja, her hands finding the blonde's immediately, giving a good squeeze. "I cannot think of anything more finer than dancing with you, sweet girl. The musicians are wonderful tonight, we shall have everyone look upon us with seething jealousy for how well we will dance. I'd want for nothing else."

| 🏵️ — @reiignonme |

👸 @ofashesandthorns ——— liked the katja bjorgman starter call.

👸 ——— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐉𝐀'𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 wide and showed her obvious enthusiasm. ❛ Oh, you will dance with me later, won't you, Lady Margaery? ❜

[kiissme]

          The countess couldn’t help it, releasing a small laugh as he stood there, in the house where her now late husband owned, giving his condolences. “As if you didn’t wish for his death before we could exchange vows,” she said with utter amusement. For there were no ounce of venom in her words, no bitterness, no contempt. Why would she? When she didn’t love her husband one iota. Rhysand, however... Ah, how he remained unchanged. Just as beautiful, as gorgeous as when she had first laid eyes upon him in her younger days, when she was a maiden, before forced into a marriage she didn’t want. Their affair a secret among her family and anyone else, desire and lust thriving in the shadows, in a world constructed by them both. How long ago was that? Yet she had aged...and he did not. How unfair of it all.

          Walking toward him, an intimate touch of her palm to his cheek was given, looking into the eyes she had loved so long ago. “We’ve buried him a week ago. You’re a bit late on the condolences. But...” Her thumb caressing his lips, she let out a sigh. “What can I say? You’re a sight for sore eyes...” She never forgot about him, after nights laying in bed with her now passed husband, she would think of Rhysand, the memories of their passionate nights together, the pleasure often overwhelming her, it was enough to make her wet, to imagine his touch, his cock filling her deeper than any other man could... It was the memory of him that kept her vibrant, still, after the years. The desire to still burn bright and prevented her from being dead inside. “I’ve missed you,” she admitted, a soft laugh escaping. “I’ll always miss you.”

i’ll always miss you, @reiignonme​ for rhysand with countess faye !

[kiissme]

@reiignonme​ sent —

❛ You've got a beautiful voice ... ❜ He'd been leaning against the doorway mesmerised by the female's vocals and it was only when she stopped that Eddie realised he had invaded a sacred moment of privacy. ❛ Sorry, uh, I ... ❜ He whistled and rubbed at the back of his neck. ❛ Didn't mean to be stalker-y. ❜ 

          Another start to a night of glamour. Of Jane having to do someone else’s job because they couldn’t be bothered with it. The dive bar being slated to fully open a half hour later than normal, but the counter had been wiped, floor swept, mopped and currently was being rushed to dry with the help of a fan and two towel rags under her feet, sliding wherever she went to bring down the chairs from the top of the tables. There was sweat pouring from her, which she was sure would really rake in the tips with the patrons. Which was great — she really wasn’t paid enough for this.

          At least she had her mix tape playing, something only reserved for before the bar was open. She was slated to sing for twenty whole minutes tonight, but if there was ever an opportunity to sing, she’d be known to take it. Everyone knew it, so when Pat Benatar popped out? It was a given, the music going through her, like blood through veins, becoming a part of it and lyrics spilling off her tongue in an instant. Without a conscious thought. “You’re the right kind of sinner, to release my inner f a n t a s y. The invincible winner and you know that you were born to be...”  She would be the one to not even register anyone around her at that point, so grabbing the mop and using it as a make believe mic? No doubt about it, “You’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker — don’t you mess around with me. You’re a — heartbreaker. Dream maker. Love taker — h e a r t  b r e a k e r ... !” Taking pride in how her voice fills the room, shining above Pat’s, eyes closed and enjoying the moment until crushing reality sets in. And it does, when the song ends and the pause between the next one starts, there’s a voice that brings her right back to reality and she turned to see him.

          And she laughs, hidden between two pressed lips before they’re released from her lips. There wasn’t embarrassment, though. A shock, to be sure, eyes looking past him to see the doors being opened before they should. “No, no, you’re good, Brown Eyes.” she said, the laughter still evident in her tone. “Wasn’t even thinking it was stalker-y until...you said that, should I be worried?” Placing the mop back to its position against the wall, she ran her fingers through her hair. “I probably should, but, you complimented my singing, so.... I’m wildly easy like that. Saying that, thank you. And I know what you’re thinking, how could a big voice like that come out of a small frame, but, I’m small but mighty.” Taking a deep breath, she looked around, “Um, we’re not quite set up. Apparently there was a fight last night that made the night crew just quit on the spot so no shit got done last night... So we’re kinda...scrambling. I’d be a bitch and kick you out, but again, you threw me a compliment, so I’m easy. We’re almost done anyway... Drink?”

[kiissme]

          “Y’know,” pulling the ice pack from the side of his face, hazel eyes looking at his bruised ( but could have been worse ) face, “It’s not that I mind that you broke our date ‘cause, well, super hero stuff. I get that, I’m reasonable, though it tells me I’m gonna be busy tomorrow at the office and I even appreciate bein’ my source, my editor will love that.” Reaching down, she got the wet cloth, dabbing at the blood from the cut below his lip. “But Steve, seein’ you come back like this, it tends to break my heart a bit.” More than a bit, dating Captain America was fun and provided a lot of excitement, but to be with the man that could do this all day had some disadvantages. “You always put your all in your battles, and I understand why, but god, I can’t help but worry if you’ll come back with more than a bruised face, as lovely as that face is.”

          Maybe it was foolish to worry, after all, she wasn’t the super soldier here. Steve Rogers could handle on his own, had saved the world countless times. Faye Brookes was just human and mortal. But, she cared about him. Told herself not to, that their attraction probably couldn’t go further than happy night time fun. Unfortunately for her, it was hard not to fall for Steve, and amazingly, he had felt the same about her. A miracle in itself, though the redhead was never one to have doubts of herself, she was a delight after all, the relationship still came as a shock for her. Though not as big of a shock as the man with the metal arm next to her. Turning her attention toward him, she let out a sigh. His bruises were less than Steve’s, though a bloody lip nonetheless. “And you’re supposed to pull him back, or be his backup, somethin’ along those lines, aye?”

          Wetting the cloth and wringing it, she went to Bucky’s cut at his temple, cleaning the dried blood as best as she could. Shaking her head slightly, though a smile was still evident. She wasn’t mad, she could hardly be that. But worried? Yeah. And that was altogether kind of new for her. Bucky had been a surprise, a recent pop in guest with Steve, though she wasn’t living with him, he often stayed over and the last few weeks he would come with Bucky in tow. Which was fine, Bucky would just go back to Steve’s place and Steve would stay with Faye. The only problem being the time she spent around him there was the sense of his stares eliciting something she probably shouldn’t about her boyfriend’s best friend. Even now as she cleaned the scratch, she could feel his gaze and in that her heart and body warming because of it. Dangerous idea. Turning away, she cleared her throat, putting away the cloth for now and rising up from her couch, looking at them both. “Sayin’ that.... You two feelin’ better? I have....leftover pizza and half bottle of wine if you’re up for it.” Looking more to Bucky, she couldn’t help but ask, “Are you up for goin’ back to Steve’s or...would it be better if you stayed here tonight?”

is it better if you stayed with us, @reiignonme​ ?? for bucky and steve with faye !