Who wants more Rhyiona? Now with 'Give Fiona the flower' option.http://archiveofourown.org/works/5067049
UD. I haven't finished this post as someone already gave me kudos on ao3. There are many of us out there, fellow shippers!
Rhys surprises himself by only half choking on his coffee. Maybe it's because it's raining and he's feeling too relaxed to even move much at all or maybe it's because deep inside he's not surprised that Vaughn's picking up on the changes between them, he's not sure of anything anymore.
"Quiet," he hushes between clenched teeth, gesturing to the door with his eyes, "they're right there!"
"Well, good!" Vaughn shrugs with a smile. "Maybe you'll actually get it over with."
All Rhys does is give him a pleading look back -- he's known Vaughn for too many years now that the latter just sighs and shakes his head before lowering his voice in an attempt to spare him the embarrassment.
"Dude," he starts again, "you know I'm right... right?"
"Rig-- you know what, I'm not gonna play this game." Stubbornly, he crosses his arms with a pout and he can sense the incredulous look his best friend is giving him.
"I remember when we were kids and someone stole your sock puppet, you always used to make that exact same face. Or when--"
"You... you know what?" Rhys awkwardly coughs, "I think I prefer the other topic, bring it back."
"Bingo, gotcha. Right into my trap."
Rhys wants to get angry but this is his best friend -- the only person who's stuck by his side for years now and he can't stop himself from returning the cheeky smile he's given in response. He doesn't let it go, however, and Rhys decides this is probably for the best.
"I'm just trying to help you, man."
"I know," he runs a hand through his hair, deciding he might as well confirm suspicions if he has no way out of this, "it's just... things like this take time."
"I'm not telling you to get married yet... although dibs on best man."
The awkward laughter that leaves his own mouth sounds twice as embarrassing as he'd hoped it would when it first slipped out.
"Anyway," Vaughn snorts, "you gotta charm her. Or you're not going anywhere."
"Excuse me but we can't all be mister abs of steel." He half-heartedly points. "But at least I don't look like a bear."
"You're... you're breaking my heart."
On cue, he pats his new beard with a shake of his head and Rhys can't help but laugh before remembering he has to keep it down -- the last thing he needs is the humiliation of the sisters walking into this conversation.
"You... told her you liked her already, right?"
"Well, yeah." He scrunches his nose slightly at the memory. "But we haven't really talked about it."
"Why not?" His friend lifts his hands in the air in exasperation and the pang of shame that hits him is slightly irritating. "You know you aren't going to sit in a restaurant and hope the waiter guesses what you want, right?"
"She knows what I want, though, I made it kinda pretty clear." Pinching the bridge of nose isn't helping. "You... think she's making me work for it?"
"Maybe," Vaughn shrugs nonchalantly, "but if you want my real opinion, I think she's waiting for you to stop being a wuss."
"I can't help it, this is how I was genetically made, okay, stop judging m--"
"Oh, great, I'm sure she'll love to hear you'll give wimpy DNA to your kids, yeah."
Ignoring his gradually increasing blush, he bends down and placeds his head against his own knees pathetically, his mouth muffled by the fabric.
"So, uh... help?"
"What's that?" Vaughn grins at him sneakily and Rhys kind of wants to punch him. Lightly. "I didn't hear you."
Deciding it's probably best not to ruin his chances, he begrudgingly continues, with a sad attempt at turning his whisper harsher than it had been a few seconds ago; if Vaughn's bothered, however, he really can't tell.
"I said I wanted help."
"Noooow you want help. Uh-uh. Alright. Good thing I'm your buddy ol' pal."
His tone is so light that Rhys falters again, opting instead to paying attention with a raised eyebrow, face slightly lifted off his knees by now.
"So you like her?" He asks simply and Rhys just rolls his eyes.
"Haha, hilarious, let's make fun of Rhys and his stupid love problems, why don't we." Taking a quick glance at Vaughn, he shrinks back in his seat. "Okay, yeah, I do."
"Cool, that wasn't so hard." Another grin. "And why haven't you talked to her about it?"
"I have, I already told you this."
Vaughn simply gestures with his hand for him to continue and Rhys just gets more and more confused as to how any of this is supposed to help until he narrows his eyes in suspicion.
"Seriously, though," he starts, "you making fun of me?"
"Just... keep going, Rhys. Don't let this be like the time you insisted Helios was a planet."
"Hey, I was eight!"
"Just keep going!"
"I told her I was interested in someone else and looked straight at her then she made this weird face and we never talked about it again, okay? That's all there is. She knows, I can't just walk up to her and go 'hey, Fiona, can we make out for a little bit, thanks!', alright?"
Catching his breath, he decides it's probably not a good idea to word vomit next time before his thoughts are interrupted by a whistle and suddenly Vaughn's snorting again.
"Okay, wow. Was that so hard?"
"Aside from not being able to breathe very well," Rhys wheezed out, "no, not really."
"You know what is going to be hard?" He grins and suddenly the door is open and Fiona's standing there tapping her foot. Rhys is pretty sure he's going to swallow his own tongue at this point and seeing his friend thumbs up her and her sister as if they'd made up some sort of master plan to ruin the rest of his life really doesn't help. "Explaining that to her. Let's go."
Rhys is considering putting this on his list of betrayals -- just under Yvette's since he at least still has some hope he can make it out of this alive.
When the door slams shut and they're alone, he's not so sure anymore.
Her heeled shoes clicking against the floor have never sounded so ominous.
"So?"
That's all she offers and he suddenly feels ridiculous for covering his face with his hands.
"Uh... what?"
"Wow," she rolls her eyes as if he's being the stupidest kid in class and he feels letting his hands down while she's distracted is his best chance, "all that and you don't have anything to say?"
"Uh... you... you really look great in that hat?" He attempts and her glare falters a little.
"I always wear this hat."
"Touché? You always look great? Get it? Haha..ha... okay."
"Seriously, though," she's suddenly crossing her arms and sitting next to him, "I've been waiting for you to man up or something but nothing so far. You really need me to babysit you even on something like this?"
"Sorry, I..." Scratching the back of his head, he winces. "I just didn't think you'd be up for it or something cause... I mean... you never talked about it either."
"You were the one that brought up that you liked me in the first place. It's kind of fair to expect you to go through with it but you're still a chicken."
"...And you're a traitor."
Tapping her fingers on her leg, she rests her face on her free hand and raises an eyebrow up at him and he can feel his cheeks burn again, finally conscious of what exactly is happening before she breaks the silence again.
"Well? Gonna stop being a chicken then?"
He frowns.
"What do you--?"
"Are you gonna kiss me or am I gonna have to do everything myself?"
This time he doesn't let her.
He's not sure where the surge of courage comes from or when exactly he presses his mouth against hers but he frankly stops caring the moment she holds him back with the same intensity and her eyes flutter shut.
Actually, I care more about the characters in the game than in the show. Although, every time I watch a GoT episode or actually play an episode from the game, I always get scared. I don't know what will happen to the characters. They can die anytime and anywhere. In the end, every time I see a character that I cared so much dying in front of me, I always end up crying. ;-;
And that's the only show that actually makes me cry when a character dies x3
well, that's what we love about GoT. they actually make us like characters, make us feel love for them, and then they rip the love from us a… morend leave a hole of sadness, despair, and, the best of all, hatred. how many shows can you name that actually made you feel anything like this? most times, you don't care for the characters, simply because you know that, even if they are surrounded by bear-riding-velociraptors-with-atom-rocket-launchers, they are not in danger at all. but in GoT? you are afraid to turn the page, you are afraid to watch at the screen. you feel panic when your favourites are in danger, you feel relief and joy when they make it out alive, and you feel deep, dark desperation and hatred when they don't make it. and that makes it awesome.
"Man, you two need to make out already."
Rhys surprises himself by only half choking on his coffee. Maybe it's because it's raining and h… moree's feeling too relaxed to even move much at all or maybe it's because deep inside he's not surprised that Vaughn's picking up on the changes between them, he's not sure of anything anymore.
"Quiet," he hushes between clenched teeth, gesturing to the door with his eyes, "they're right there!"
"Well, good!" Vaughn shrugs with a smile. "Maybe you'll actually get it over with."
All Rhys does is give him a pleading look back -- he's known Vaughn for too many years now that the latter just sighs and shakes his head before lowering his voice in an attempt to spare him the embarrassment.
"Dude," he starts again, "you know I'm right... right?"
"Rig-- you know what, I'm not gonna play this game." Stubbornly, he crosses his arms with a pout and he can sense the incredulous look his best friend is giv… [view original content]
"Man, you two need to make out already."
Rhys surprises himself by only half choking on his coffee. Maybe it's because it's raining and h… moree's feeling too relaxed to even move much at all or maybe it's because deep inside he's not surprised that Vaughn's picking up on the changes between them, he's not sure of anything anymore.
"Quiet," he hushes between clenched teeth, gesturing to the door with his eyes, "they're right there!"
"Well, good!" Vaughn shrugs with a smile. "Maybe you'll actually get it over with."
All Rhys does is give him a pleading look back -- he's known Vaughn for too many years now that the latter just sighs and shakes his head before lowering his voice in an attempt to spare him the embarrassment.
"Dude," he starts again, "you know I'm right... right?"
"Rig-- you know what, I'm not gonna play this game." Stubbornly, he crosses his arms with a pout and he can sense the incredulous look his best friend is giv… [view original content]
I'm not gonna say "no", I'm just saying that "you and 91,3% of the players shipped rhys and sasha". but then again, a lot of people still didn't get to play it, so let's not be too fast with judging here. ANYWAYS, this fanfic was pretty much awesome. I suggest the sasha-flower-moment didn't happen in this story? otherwise, it would be kinda cheap. still, very romantic and cute
Who wants more Rhyiona? Now with 'Give Fiona the flower' option.http://archiveofourown.org/works/5067049
UD. I haven't finished this post as someone already gave me kudos on ao3. There are many of us out there, fellow shippers!
"Man, you two need to make out already."
Rhys surprises himself by only half choking on his coffee. Maybe it's because it's raining and h… moree's feeling too relaxed to even move much at all or maybe it's because deep inside he's not surprised that Vaughn's picking up on the changes between them, he's not sure of anything anymore.
"Quiet," he hushes between clenched teeth, gesturing to the door with his eyes, "they're right there!"
"Well, good!" Vaughn shrugs with a smile. "Maybe you'll actually get it over with."
All Rhys does is give him a pleading look back -- he's known Vaughn for too many years now that the latter just sighs and shakes his head before lowering his voice in an attempt to spare him the embarrassment.
"Dude," he starts again, "you know I'm right... right?"
"Rig-- you know what, I'm not gonna play this game." Stubbornly, he crosses his arms with a pout and he can sense the incredulous look his best friend is giv… [view original content]
I just spent 40 so minutes backtracking to catch up... I need to sent a daily routine and manage my life better... I also need ideas for art
What I am trying to say is I missed you guys
Okay, I have a friend who doesn't really play TFTB but she's spent a lot of time listening to all my freak-outs about it and Rhyiona so she'… mores become a bit partial to the ship. She recently checked out the thread and wants me to say hi to you from her, she thinks you all seem like fun people and is a big fan
I just spent 40 so minutes backtracking to catch up... I need to sent a daily routine and manage my life better... I also need ideas for art
What I am trying to say is I missed you guys
There are many of use out there
I'm not gonna say "no", I'm just saying that "you and 91,3% of the players shipped rhys and sasha". … morebut then again, a lot of people still didn't get to play it, so let's not be too fast with judging here. ANYWAYS, this fanfic was pretty much awesome. I suggest the sasha-flower-moment didn't happen in this story? otherwise, it would be kinda cheap. still, very romantic and cute
"Man, you two need to make out already."
Rhys surprises himself by only half choking on his coffee. Maybe it's because it's raining and h… moree's feeling too relaxed to even move much at all or maybe it's because deep inside he's not surprised that Vaughn's picking up on the changes between them, he's not sure of anything anymore.
"Quiet," he hushes between clenched teeth, gesturing to the door with his eyes, "they're right there!"
"Well, good!" Vaughn shrugs with a smile. "Maybe you'll actually get it over with."
All Rhys does is give him a pleading look back -- he's known Vaughn for too many years now that the latter just sighs and shakes his head before lowering his voice in an attempt to spare him the embarrassment.
"Dude," he starts again, "you know I'm right... right?"
"Rig-- you know what, I'm not gonna play this game." Stubbornly, he crosses his arms with a pout and he can sense the incredulous look his best friend is giv… [view original content]
"Man, you two need to make out already."
Rhys surprises himself by only half choking on his coffee. Maybe it's because it's raining and h… moree's feeling too relaxed to even move much at all or maybe it's because deep inside he's not surprised that Vaughn's picking up on the changes between them, he's not sure of anything anymore.
"Quiet," he hushes between clenched teeth, gesturing to the door with his eyes, "they're right there!"
"Well, good!" Vaughn shrugs with a smile. "Maybe you'll actually get it over with."
All Rhys does is give him a pleading look back -- he's known Vaughn for too many years now that the latter just sighs and shakes his head before lowering his voice in an attempt to spare him the embarrassment.
"Dude," he starts again, "you know I'm right... right?"
"Rig-- you know what, I'm not gonna play this game." Stubbornly, he crosses his arms with a pout and he can sense the incredulous look his best friend is giv… [view original content]
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ustani bane
More Rhyiona fanfiction.
I'll read the sh** out of it.
OH WELL I'M VERY SORRY YOU GRANDMA NATZI!
I JUST WOKE UP!
always
Will do, agent K. But I suppose she's seen it herself
A more stubborn individual than her I've never met but it'll happen eventually.
GOD DAMN IT, YOU TOO? WHY DOES EVERYONE LIKE TO BULLY ME?!
WHO THE F WAKES UP AT 9 PM?!
I TOOK A NAP!
Okay, next time I'll use 'awake'
It was just a pure reflex. Chillax ;D
"Man, you two need to make out already."
Rhys surprises himself by only half choking on his coffee. Maybe it's because it's raining and he's feeling too relaxed to even move much at all or maybe it's because deep inside he's not surprised that Vaughn's picking up on the changes between them, he's not sure of anything anymore.
"Quiet," he hushes between clenched teeth, gesturing to the door with his eyes, "they're right there!"
"Well, good!" Vaughn shrugs with a smile. "Maybe you'll actually get it over with."
All Rhys does is give him a pleading look back -- he's known Vaughn for too many years now that the latter just sighs and shakes his head before lowering his voice in an attempt to spare him the embarrassment.
"Dude," he starts again, "you know I'm right... right?"
"Rig-- you know what, I'm not gonna play this game." Stubbornly, he crosses his arms with a pout and he can sense the incredulous look his best friend is giving him.
"I remember when we were kids and someone stole your sock puppet, you always used to make that exact same face. Or when--"
"You... you know what?" Rhys awkwardly coughs, "I think I prefer the other topic, bring it back."
"Bingo, gotcha. Right into my trap."
Rhys wants to get angry but this is his best friend -- the only person who's stuck by his side for years now and he can't stop himself from returning the cheeky smile he's given in response. He doesn't let it go, however, and Rhys decides this is probably for the best.
"I'm just trying to help you, man."
"I know," he runs a hand through his hair, deciding he might as well confirm suspicions if he has no way out of this, "it's just... things like this take time."
"I'm not telling you to get married yet... although dibs on best man."
The awkward laughter that leaves his own mouth sounds twice as embarrassing as he'd hoped it would when it first slipped out.
"Anyway," Vaughn snorts, "you gotta charm her. Or you're not going anywhere."
"Excuse me but we can't all be mister abs of steel." He half-heartedly points. "But at least I don't look like a bear."
"You're... you're breaking my heart."
On cue, he pats his new beard with a shake of his head and Rhys can't help but laugh before remembering he has to keep it down -- the last thing he needs is the humiliation of the sisters walking into this conversation.
"You... told her you liked her already, right?"
"Well, yeah." He scrunches his nose slightly at the memory. "But we haven't really talked about it."
"Why not?" His friend lifts his hands in the air in exasperation and the pang of shame that hits him is slightly irritating. "You know you aren't going to sit in a restaurant and hope the waiter guesses what you want, right?"
"She knows what I want, though, I made it kinda pretty clear." Pinching the bridge of nose isn't helping. "You... think she's making me work for it?"
"Maybe," Vaughn shrugs nonchalantly, "but if you want my real opinion, I think she's waiting for you to stop being a wuss."
"I can't help it, this is how I was genetically made, okay, stop judging m--"
"Oh, great, I'm sure she'll love to hear you'll give wimpy DNA to your kids, yeah."
Ignoring his gradually increasing blush, he bends down and placeds his head against his own knees pathetically, his mouth muffled by the fabric.
"So, uh... help?"
"What's that?" Vaughn grins at him sneakily and Rhys kind of wants to punch him. Lightly. "I didn't hear you."
Deciding it's probably best not to ruin his chances, he begrudgingly continues, with a sad attempt at turning his whisper harsher than it had been a few seconds ago; if Vaughn's bothered, however, he really can't tell.
"I said I wanted help."
"Noooow you want help. Uh-uh. Alright. Good thing I'm your buddy ol' pal."
His tone is so light that Rhys falters again, opting instead to paying attention with a raised eyebrow, face slightly lifted off his knees by now.
"So you like her?" He asks simply and Rhys just rolls his eyes.
"Haha, hilarious, let's make fun of Rhys and his stupid love problems, why don't we." Taking a quick glance at Vaughn, he shrinks back in his seat. "Okay, yeah, I do."
"Cool, that wasn't so hard." Another grin. "And why haven't you talked to her about it?"
"I have, I already told you this."
Vaughn simply gestures with his hand for him to continue and Rhys just gets more and more confused as to how any of this is supposed to help until he narrows his eyes in suspicion.
"Seriously, though," he starts, "you making fun of me?"
"Just... keep going, Rhys. Don't let this be like the time you insisted Helios was a planet."
"Hey, I was eight!"
"Just keep going!"
"I told her I was interested in someone else and looked straight at her then she made this weird face and we never talked about it again, okay? That's all there is. She knows, I can't just walk up to her and go 'hey, Fiona, can we make out for a little bit, thanks!', alright?"
Catching his breath, he decides it's probably not a good idea to word vomit next time before his thoughts are interrupted by a whistle and suddenly Vaughn's snorting again.
"Okay, wow. Was that so hard?"
"Aside from not being able to breathe very well," Rhys wheezed out, "no, not really."
"You know what is going to be hard?" He grins and suddenly the door is open and Fiona's standing there tapping her foot. Rhys is pretty sure he's going to swallow his own tongue at this point and seeing his friend thumbs up her and her sister as if they'd made up some sort of master plan to ruin the rest of his life really doesn't help. "Explaining that to her. Let's go."
Rhys is considering putting this on his list of betrayals -- just under Yvette's since he at least still has some hope he can make it out of this alive.
When the door slams shut and they're alone, he's not so sure anymore.
Her heeled shoes clicking against the floor have never sounded so ominous.
"So?"
That's all she offers and he suddenly feels ridiculous for covering his face with his hands.
"Uh... what?"
"Wow," she rolls her eyes as if he's being the stupidest kid in class and he feels letting his hands down while she's distracted is his best chance, "all that and you don't have anything to say?"
"Uh... you... you really look great in that hat?" He attempts and her glare falters a little.
"I always wear this hat."
"Touché? You always look great? Get it? Haha..ha... okay."
"Seriously, though," she's suddenly crossing her arms and sitting next to him, "I've been waiting for you to man up or something but nothing so far. You really need me to babysit you even on something like this?"
"Sorry, I..." Scratching the back of his head, he winces. "I just didn't think you'd be up for it or something cause... I mean... you never talked about it either."
"You were the one that brought up that you liked me in the first place. It's kind of fair to expect you to go through with it but you're still a chicken."
"...And you're a traitor."
Tapping her fingers on her leg, she rests her face on her free hand and raises an eyebrow up at him and he can feel his cheeks burn again, finally conscious of what exactly is happening before she breaks the silence again.
"Well? Gonna stop being a chicken then?"
He frowns.
"What do you--?"
"Are you gonna kiss me or am I gonna have to do everything myself?"
This time he doesn't let her.
He's not sure where the surge of courage comes from or when exactly he presses his mouth against hers but he frankly stops caring the moment she holds him back with the same intensity and her eyes flutter shut.
He decides there are two kinds of betrayal.
idk what the heck this is but here, I guess
sorry for typos
Actually, I care more about the characters in the game than in the show. Although, every time I watch a GoT episode or actually play an episode from the game, I always get scared. I don't know what will happen to the characters. They can die anytime and anywhere. In the end, every time I see a character that I cared so much dying in front of me, I always end up crying. ;-;
And that's the only show that actually makes me cry when a character dies x3
I'LL JOIN IN TOO! BECAUSE WHY THE FU@! NOT?!
We're doing this for you Green and for the better of the thread!
tfw ur saying innapropriate stuff but you ain't gonna get rekt for it x)
sto bog da i sreca junacka
NAPS ARE FOR THE WEAK
ALSO WHO THE HECK WASTES THEIR WEEKENDS ON NAPPING?!
We are just correcting you, bruh ;3
It's different
Another fanfic?!
I must be dreaming...
Nice. I like
.
Maybe you are.
Thanks Yami.
dad pls
BECAUSE GRAMMAR HERETICS NEED TO BE BULLIED
The more the merrier!
I just spent 40 so minutes backtracking to catch up... I need to sent a daily routine and manage my life better... I also need ideas for art
What I am trying to say is I missed you guys
I'm not gonna say "no", I'm just saying that "you and 91,3% of the players shipped rhys and sasha". but then again, a lot of people still didn't get to play it, so let's not be too fast with judging here. ANYWAYS, this fanfic was pretty much awesome. I suggest the sasha-flower-moment didn't happen in this story? otherwise, it would be kinda cheap. still, very romantic and cute
Me likey
tfw u speak croatian and u cool ayy
u boj u boj
Aww we missed you too buddy!
ok
Tell her I said hi, Vice Vice Joey!
She sounds awesome and fun as well!
I missed you too
Sorry.
Well, Rhys kept that flower for himself in my game. That kept his face clean, but Sasha was not so lucky.
? Yami will remember that
Ha, your Fiona is smarter than mine. She got the meaning of 'someone else'.
Good guy Vaughn
Oh come on, Fi, that was smooth... No? Dammit, just me then.