#also im rewatching b99 and im on 'show me going' and this ep always makes me cry so hard

[myriadimagines]

Common Face (pt. II)

Game of Thrones One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Margaery Tyrell

Other Characters: Cersei Lannister, Tommen Baratheon, Olenna Tyrell

Warnings: imprisonment, swearing, death (hhdfngjdf)

Requester: anonymous

Request: “i wanted to request a part 2 for 'common face' (margaery x reader). while the reader tries to keep a low profile, margaery is imprisoned (just like in the series) & the reader visits her in secret a couple of times. cersei still suspecting and maybe almost being caught to tommen? If you can, could you extend it to the Great Sept of Baelor episode? During Margaery's imprisonment the reader eavesdrops on Cersei's plans and tries to stop the wildfire, but is prevented by soldiers. Ending with the reader leaving for Mereen, to join Daenerys, knowing that he might get to see Olenna and talk things through.”

Word Count: 1,964

A/N: I hope you like it! Sorry I kinda jumped over certain parts mainly because I’m a lazy fuck but anyway, for anyone who hasn’t read it, here is Part I!!

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

You don’t care about Olenna’s multiple warnings, don’t care about the dangers of being caught, don’t care much about anything ever since Margaery’s imprisonment. Your brain feels frazzled, disconnected from your body as you find yourself unable to think straight about anything. Your body moves on instinct and impulse alone, any shred of logic thrown out of the window, simply driven by the sole fact that you love Margaery and can’t let anything happen to her. 

Or let anything else happen to her, anyway.

The Septas glance at you suspiciously as you weave in between them, keeping your head low as you follow behind the Faith Militant who leads you to Margaery’s cell. You would be suspicious too, if you were them, as the seemingly lowly servant you’ve disguised yourself as has no reason to visit the former Queen as often as you do. 

You can only hope the High Sparrow and his followers still see you as a servant, and aren’t aware of your true identity and allegiance to the Tyrells. They have eyes and ears everywhere, after all, making it all the more crucial for you to keep a low profile as to not unveil anything. You tread lightly, walking through life as if you’re being constantly watched. As a spy, being suspicious of everything and everyone isn’t new to you, yet you feel as if everything has been shifted into overdrive.

But as a Septa steps forward to unlock Margaery’s cell, you almost abandon everything to rush forward and hold her in your arms.

You remain frozen in place as Margaery looks up, cowering in a dark corner of the dismal cell. You’ve already visited Margaery as many times as can without raising suspicion, but it doesn’t make it easier to see the woman you love suffering in such horrible conditions. The only source of light is the diluted sunshine through the barred window, casting blotchy patches of light onto the opposite wall. The stench is overpowering, the air thick and heavy, and every inch of the floors and walls are covered in a layer of dirt and grime. Margaery herself doesn’t look much better, donned in drab robes that almost camouflage her into the walls, her once styled hair now hanging in limp, greasy strands obscuring her exhausted face. 

Her eyes initially narrow, before you step into the dim light, and her eyes widen with recognition. Her mouth opens, but you shoot her a look, warning her not to react before you hold out the small tray of food in your hands, “The Queen sent me. Wanted to make sure you had enough to eat.” 

The door closes behind you as Margaery’s eyes narrow at the food, and both of you immediately relax as you rush up to her. You place the tray at her side, reaching up to hold her face in your hands, and she closes her eyes as she places her hands over yours, whispering, “You’re the only thing keeping me from going insane.”

“I wish I could kill everyone here to free you, my love,” you sigh heavily, your thumb brushing against her cheek. Her eyelids flutter open as you tuck her hair behind her ears, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t visit yesterday when I told you I would. Cersei caught me heading to the Sept, and I didn’t want to risk being followed.”

The mention of Cersei’s name again makes Margaery coil away slightly in disgust. “That devious bitch.”

“Lady Olenna and I are doing everything we can to fix this, but…” you suck in a sharp breath, almost feeling physical pain as you continue to finish your sentence. “Cersei is a step ahead of us.” 

You can see Margaery’s jaw tighten, anger flashing through her eyes. Bitterly, she spits, “Of course she is.” 

“Margaery,” you tilt her chin to face you, softly smiling at her as she can’t help but return the smile. “I will save you.” 

The both of you suddenly stiffen upon hearing voices outside. You and Margaery share an alarmed glances, and you jump back just in time as the heavy door suddenly swings open, revealing Tommen in the doorway. You can see the surprise in Tommen’s face as he looks at you, before glancing down at Margaery. Quickly jumping to salvage the situation, you pipe up, “Queen Cersei sent me to bring food for Margaery.” 

Margaery lets out a low scoff upon hearing Cersei’s new title, and you struggle to keep a straight face as Tommen slowly nods. The boy is too naive for his own good, you think, as he simply accepts your flimsy explanation for your presence. Bowing your head, you cast one more secret glance at Margaery before you leave, leaving Tommen and Margaery alone, where Margaery will no doubt begin to work at him to get him to free her. 

And you have work to do, too. You need to figure out Cersei’s plans. 

—

Your heart hammers so loudly in your chest it threatens to explode right out of your body. You hastily shove everyone out of your way, ignoring the irritated yelling and curses thrown your way as you continue to sprint down the streets, towards the Sept of Baelor. 

A young man in front of you pulls his horse to a stop, dismounting as he greets his friend. You push him aside, snatching the reins into your hand as dig your foot into the stirrup, hoisting yourself onto his horse as he attempts to jump in front of you, blocking you. The man quickly leaps to the side as you kick the horse into a gallop, tearing down the streets as you can see the towering building of the Great Sept draws nearer and nearer.

“Move!” you yell, your voice booming through the streets with the loud clatter of hooves, and the commoners around you quickly scatter away from the path. Your mind is racing, a million thoughts spinning rapidly through your head, but one thing is clear, the one thing that is often the only thing clear for you — Margaery is your priority.

You had been tailing Cersei for days following her walk of atonement, listening in on her conversations when you could in order to find any information you could use. 

However, when all was revealed, it was more monstrous than you ever could’ve imagined. 

Tears were prickling your eyes now, the world around you becoming a muted blur as you urge your horse on faster. Cersei has the building orchestrated to explode using the wildfire under the Sept, killing everyone who stands in her way, Margaery included. You know Loras is also in the Sept, and you need to do everything you can to save Olenna’s grandchildren. 

Your horse wrestles against you as you suddenly yank your reins, narrowly pulling to a stop in front of the perimeter of guards that line the road to the Sept. Panic claws at your throat, and you struggle to breath as you demand, “Let me through.”

The guards don’t respond, instead gripping their shields and weapons tighter as the band together, relentless. You urge your horse forwards, but it tosses its head, especially as the guards slam their shields down, forming a wall that spooks your horse. Dismounting, you use all your strength to slam your body against theirs, and you can feel yourself losing your authority and control as you plead, “Please, let me through, you don’t understand, the Sept is-” 

Everyone suddenly freezes as you hear low rumbling, rubble on the street beginning to tremble as everyone around you looks at each other in confusion. Your heart plummets to the floor seconds before you do, and you collapse against the guards as you realize what’s to come.

You’re too late.

“Margaery!” her name rips through your throat, an excruciating sound of heartbreak and grief just as screams fill your ears, the commoners running away from the Sept as you watch it being rapidly swallowed by vibrant green flames. You lunge forward, though you’re held back by the guards who begin ordering everyone to evacuate, but you can’t hear them as you let out another scream. “Margaery, no!”

Sobs overcome your body, which begins to weakly tremble as you sink to your knees. You let out an anguished cry so loud you’re not even sure a human body can handle it, can handle the immense pain and agony that courses through you. Everything in your body feels like it’s collapsing — you struggle to breathe through your heaving lungs, your heart feels as if it’s cracking with each pump. Your limbs feel numb, your entire body succumbed to the grief and heartbreak, and you don’t have the energy to fight.

Her name is still on your lips, still filling your mouth and suffocating you as you manage to tilt your head up to see the Sept burning to ashes. The green flames dance maniacally against the sky, taunting you, forcing you to think about the lives it had just taken. Tears stream faster down your face now, soaking your cheeks and blurring everything around you. Bodies push past you, trampling around you as everyone attempts to flee, but you remain on the cobbled streets, sobbing so hard you surely don’t have any tears left. 

But no matter how hard you cry, the sadness doesn’t leave. It sits on your chest, weighing down on you, crushing against your ribcage. And no matter how many times you scream her name, no matter how much you plead to the cruel Gods that took her away from you, you know that nothing will bring Margaery back.

—

The sailor tips the small sack of coins you wordlessly hold out to him into his hand, eyes widening upon seeing the gold that spills out into his palm. Looking over his shoulder, he quickly drops them back into the bag, slipping it into his tattered jacket pocket as he repeats, “Mereen, you said?”

You nod in response, throat still too raw from endless nights of crying to speak. The sailor beckons for you to step onto his small boat, and you nod gratefully at him, pulling your hood further over your face as you check, one last time, to make sure you’re not being followed.

As the boat pulls away from the docks, you bitterly watch King’s Landing grow smaller and smaller the further you sail away. It has been a week since Margaery’s death, and your grief and melancholy is now mixed with fury, and a strong need for revenge. Despite wanting to slit Cersei’s throat yourself, you decide revenge which will come in the form of Daenerys Targaryen, whom Olenna had talked about the last time you saw her, and whom she will no doubt be with after she receives the tragic news about her grandchildren.

Your hands grip the edge of the boat, tears threatening to fall again as you force yourself to look away, leaving King’s Landing behind you. You need a clear head, you try and tell yourself, need to forget about the city that has now become a giant graveyard for you, a tombstone for the woman you love. 

I will save you. 

As you head into the ship’s chambers, your last words to Margaery echo in your ears. You suck in a sharp breath, sitting on the edge of the worn-down mattress as you bury your face in your hands

I will save you.

“I’m so sorry.” you choke out in a whisper, hoping she can hear you, wherever she may be. You might not have been able to save her, you furiously think, but you’re going to save the Seven Kingdoms from Cersei Lannister, if it’s the last thing you do.

tag list: @chinike / @gofandomsandotherstuff / @emmacata / @pascalisthepunkest / @musicallisto

[lucasseliott]

5 Shows and Some Questions

Rules: Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Tag 10 (or however many) people.

i was tagged by @mirroroferisedx!! thanksssss 💕

schitt’s creek

derry girls

brooklyn nine-nine

druck

wtfock

Who is your favorite character in 2 (derry girls)?

sister michael is my spirit animal

Who is your least favorite character in 1 (schitt’s creek)?

i honestly don’t hate anyone cause they’re all amazing, but i guess i would say roland cause sometimes he can be a bit annoying and i just wanna shake him and be like: stop being a dumbass

What is your favorite episode of 4 (druck)?

toss up between the s3 finale, and the abiball special, i have rewatched both multiple times and they always make me so happy

What is your favorite season of 5 (wtfock)?

i was surprised by how much i liked the show as a whole? sometimes the s1 can be a bit meh, and s2 can be... yehhh, but i really liked both. although the winner has got to be s3 duh, cause s3 has sander and i love

Who is your favorite couple in 3 (brooklyn nine-nine)?

jake and amy, one of the only straight couples with rights

Who is your favorite couple in 2 (derry girls)?

there aren’t really any couples in it? unless im blanking?? my fave friendship tho is orla x james, they’re so soft

What is your favorite episode of 1 (schitt’s creek)?

i wanna be premature here and say the finale that airs in like 3 days, but imma choose last week ep instead, cause ive actually seen that one and omg i was so emo, how far these characters have come urghhhh

What is your favorite episode of 5 (wtfock)?

can i say s3e10 cause we got ohn x minute for minute and also moyo called sander jack frost so that was iconic

What is your favorite season of 2 (derry girls)?

its been so looooong since new content, i’ll chose s2 cause it only gets better tbh

How long have you watched 1 (schitt’s creek)?

it feels like ive been watching for ages cause this year feels like it started FOREVER ago, but i legit only started it like the end of jan? and now im obsessed and i love everything and its ending and imma cry

How did you become interested in 3 (brooklyn nine-nine)?

i think i saw a lot of people on tumblr talking about it? and then i saw that s1 was on netflix so i binged it and was like YUSS

Who is your favorite actor in 4 (druck)?

lukas alexander fo’ sureeeee

Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5 (schitt’s creek, derry girls, wtfock)?

omg whyyyyy, erm maybe schitts creek? but omg i don’t knowww, derry girls is like the thing i watch with my parents and my dad is irish so he lovessss it, and like my tumblr blog is p much 50% wtfock atm, but im emo about schitts creek ending so i’ll choose that for now

Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3 (schitt’s creek, brooklyn nine-nine)?

ive seen all eps of both but i theres defo been more eps of b99? so b99 it is

If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be (druck)?

i dont really wanna go back to being a teenager doing a levels (or whatever exams)... i’ll choose linn, cause she lives in the best flatshare everrr

Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work (brooklyn nine-nine, druck)?

lol i don’t thnk so, unless the crew in druck go on a group trip to new york? and then get involved in crime? lool

Pair two characters in 2 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple (derry girls)

can i say orla x james again? 

Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5 (brooklyn nine-nine, wtfock)?

hmmmm, again there’s been soooo many more eps of b99, but like wtfock has the whole immersive experience social media thing and i would say has an actual overarching story, whereas b99 you can watch standalone eps and its fine? but i’ll chose b99

Which has better theme music, 2 or 4 (derry girls, druck)?

neither of them have theme songs really??? overall druck has the better soundtrack imo so we’ll go with that

imma tag: @alterchelou​, @mickey-milkovich​, @chelou-mecs-in-love​, @lepetitepeach​, @kikimachwitz​ (i wont tag 10 cause i dunno who else has done this lol)

[00pbz]

how do you make urself happy when ur indescribeably sad! srry if this is a weird anon but things

gosh hello angel!!!! im sorry to hear tht ure feeling down but please dont ever feel like u cant talk to me abt this stuff :’/

and i think it depends on whatever works best for u, but ill try to recommend some stuff tht works for me from time to time

spend a day (or however long u can) just doing nothing. dont b productive, dont do much, just lay in bed and relax AND DONT FEEL BAD ABOUT IT. ure allowed to give urself time to rest and take care of urself by taking a break from everything!!! this might b hard if u have school/work/etc so uh

if theres a particular thing thts been bothering u, do one of those “write it down and burn it” type things if u want (it doesnt personally help me a lot but at least the aesthetic is nice)

give urself a break for at least an hour to take a shower, read a book, or watch some tv. id recommend tht if ure gonna watch/read smthn, try and make it something rlly cute and positive! ie: kids shows/movies, comedies, and light stuff full of positivity (my personal favorites are a few eps of b99 tht i rewatch constantly, or sarah and duck, which is a cute bbc kids show on netflix!)

write down a list of stuff tht makes u happy. whether theyre specific things like “when u see a dog and they pull towards u bc theyre really excited to see u” or just “pretty butterflies” or smthn like that, do ur best to focus on smthn positive. it might be hard, but try not to let urself get too dragged down w ur emotions

keep track of things u have to look forward to- remember, theres no such thing as a silly reason to keep going! it can range from “a new song being released” to “getting ur own apartment”. regardless of if u know definitely when those things are going to happen, its good to have a list of stuff of positive things tht are going to happen in ur life. if u need to, the list might need to be reserved for things that are definite to happen, just so u know tht u can count on it completely!

talk to someone!! i know u might not have someone in ur life rn whos willing and able to listen to u/give advice/etc, but at the very least im always here if u want to msg me (on anon if u want!!) bc i care abt u and i want to make sure tht ure okay!!!!!! and if u just want to rant, thats totally fine. if u want advice or to get reassurances, thats also fine!!! whatever it is tht u might think u want (even if ure not completely sure) id be more than happy to help, and im sure other ppl online - if not anyone u know irl - would be willing to do whatever to try and make u feel better

honestly just above all else try and give urself time and comfort bc no matter what ure going thru, as much as it may suck, its still a part of u and theres nothing wrong with that. dont shut urself down or make urself feel worse if ure feeling upset- accept it and know tht uve felt down before, but uve made it thru those times into happier moments! even if u droop back down, u always manage to get back up so all u have to do is hang in there!!!!!! youre doing great and im super proud of u. if theres anything else i can do, pls pls let me know!!!!!