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Daenerys on her wedding day, Re-paint of one of my older pieces
A Targaryen Dies by Fire and a Velaryon Dies by the Sea, unknownst to them.
They ditched their husbands
i'm thinking something... kindergarten teacher!reader x music teacher!ellie
ellie who never actually planned on teaching. she's just a musician trying to pay off her student debt and fund her first album, so she takes a job at an elementary school for just one year. that was the plan.
except the kids are actually really funny, and for some reason they think she's the coolest person alive. oh, and there's also a certain teacher who makes her go full heart-eyes emoji every single time.
imagine she's teaching the kids their little graduation song and one little boy keeps wandering over to the door because he'd rather be with you than practice.
"c'mon, buddy. come sit with us. she isn't going anywhere, you'll see her in a little bit."
the little boy pouts. "...i don't want to sing. i wanna marry her."
"okay, dude. me too. get in your seat."
the room goes completely silent, and like twenty tiny heads slowly turn to look at her. "miss ellie... are you gonna marry our teacher?"
"...can everyone find their spots, please?"

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battle of the gullet photostudy
IT FUCKIN YURI DAAAAAAAAAAAY
GMORNING GIRLIES IT'S YURI DAY AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sypnosis: Your little kitten decided it's time for you to meet your neighbor.
જ⁀➴Tags: neighbor!ellie, modern au, no smut just fluff, mischevious kitty.
While walking to your apartment in the afternoon with a pounding head, you heard mewling. Short, high pitch and consistent mewling that sounded like a cry for help. You looked around only to see a very tiny kitten, with its head stuck in a pipe.
*loud cricket noises”

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Prettiest Princess
kind words, gentle hands
or gf!ellie x childcare worker!reader headcanons ˚꩜。❀
warnings : nothing major! fluff. brief mention of sickness.
˚꩜。❀ The first time that you ever read a children’s storybook to Ellie–for practice–she didn’t take it seriously. At first. She had interrupted with stupid questions, and tried to cause a crack within your demeanor purely so that she could make you laugh. You had shut that down quickly, chiding your girlfriend to behave and just listen.
And, well, she did.
You only ever wanted to practice before introducing a new story to your classroom, especially when a specific, associated lesson was involved. So sometimes, with a new book in hand, you would seek out your girlfriend, plop down, and tell her that it was time to read. You would show the pictures, do the character voices, and ask questions as though you were speaking to your entire class of tiny children.
Ellie would listen. Actively participate. She always had a thing for your voice anyway–but this? She never openly admitted it, but she sort of loved it. If you approached her with a storybook while she was playing video games, she would pause the game. If she were building a lego set, her movements would slow as her mind would focus more upon the silly voices that you were doing, instead of focusing on figuring out which pieces went where. If she had her journal in her lap, she would start to sketch you. The way you looked while holding up a book, the way in which your eyebrows would raise slightly when you did certain voices… was etched within the pages of her journal–had been more than once. Yeah, Ellie was a sucker for it.
She found herself in the habit of expecting it, too.
ormundmancer done . her name is mina meadows
resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that
꒰ tummy obsessed ellie ꒱
⠀໒ summary ℘ the title! made with mid-size/plus-sized!readers in mind :)
⠀໒ word count ℘ 651
⠀໒ content warnings/notes ℘ mentions of insecurities about reader's stomach, that's pretty much it. i've had a rough past few days, especially body wise, so i wanted to make this! i'm thinking about making an abby version so let me know if you guys want that :)
⠀໒ links ℘ ellie williams masterlist 𓍲 taglist
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thinking ab emt ellie as per usual… want her. need her. have to marry her.
comforting her after a long shift :(((( love her so much and i just want to dote on her sob
<3 elle 😓☹️🩷
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ELLE REQUEST THANK GOD! I was so happy to write this. 1.2k words of comforting Ellie after a rough shift. No Abby this time, she used for reader, mentions of death & blood, Ellie is very sad, pet names (baby), fluff fluff fluff, for @elleloquently <3
𝒀ou were used to spending long stretches on your own, it practically came with the deal that you got when you moved in. Ellie and Abby worked long hours, therefore leaving you to the silence of your own company.
Not that you minded it, but the silence could become haunting if you were left alone to long. You were currently on hour twenty-eight of being alone, Abby and Ellie were working a similar shift, and weren't due home for another twenty hours.
The house was dim, clean, and all prepared for morning. You were all cozied up in bed now, a book spread wide open between eager hands. The night’s been going great, and you were just about ready to go to bed feeling quite accomplished.
Your door was just barely left open, letting a smidge of dim light shine into your room. Your nightly routine was complete, the night was settling down, and you had finally calmed down.
It doesn’t take long for you for your eyes to go fuzzy, and your yawns to become more frequent. You’ve barely made a dent in the chapter you're on before sleep sounds more appealing than words.
One last page.
You push through the next couple of sentences, your interest rising as you keep reading. You’re inches away from turning the page when you hear a pair of keys jingling in the door, and the sound of the front door opening and closing following close after.
Your ears perk up at the sudden disturbance, your eyes immediately leaving your book and landing on your entrance to the hallway. Your mind moves at a million miles per minute, it’s very obviously not a threat of any kind, but that fact doesn't stop your brain from thinking of it.
There's a bit of commotion outside your room, the scuffing of feet and a few sniffles to be exact, before the door is gently pushed open. The force is meek, like a slight gust of wind was what did it. But, to your surprise, there stands Ellie.
Her eyes are on the ground, her foot propping the door open. You can’t see her face through the patch of darkness that separates you, but to the looks of it, she's unhappy. Her hands are at her mid length, and she’s fiddling with her ring and pinky finger.
“Ellie?” You call out to her. You follow up by sitting up in your bed, and gently shutting your book. One of your eyebrows is cocked, a concerned twinge takes over your mouth.
“H-” she begins, but something in her throat stops her. She clears it, and rests her body on the doorframe. “Hey.” She shuffles in her spot.
“Are you—uhh—are you busy? Are you sleeping?” She asks, still avoiding eye contact. She pulls on her pinky finger, twisting it side to side before letting her hand fall to her side.
“No, baby. I’m not—busy or sleeping. What’s wrong?” You coo out to her, quickly turning to shove your book onto your nightstand.
She hesitates for a moment before pushing off the doorframe. When she steps into the light that's when you can get an okay look at her. Her eyes are redder than usual, and there's lighter stripes down her cheeks in the wake of tears. She’s been crying.
She’s playing with her hands again as she approaches the bed. That’s when you notice it, the small splatters of blood on her hands, coating them like spray paint. They aren't huge, or crazy, they could be from something as little as a cut, but her reaction tells you otherwise.
“C’mere, els. Come.” You beckon her into your arms, not caring about the dirty uniform, or the possibility of someone else’s wet blood touching your sheets.
She climbs over the edge, falling into your arms without another word. Instinctively, your hands connect with her. Like magnets, your left hand moves to her back, while your right intertwines itself in her hair.
You don't pry right away, instead you let her breathe into you. You slide your hand under her sweater, your hand making contact with the skin of her back sends a sigh through her lips.
She lays there for what feels like minutes, but could’ve been hours, breathing into your neck. After some time, she lifts her hand to the side of your face, and presses a gentle kiss to your jaw.
The affection doesn't last, she quickly removes her mouth from your jaw, and tightens her arms around you. You open your mouth to speak, but decide against it when you feel the weight of her body.
You close your eyes, and continue to push her auburn locks out of her face. The only sound that fills the room is the faint hum of her breathing, and the night wind pushing the drapes into your room.
Suddenly, a soft rasp breaks the silence. “She had your name.” She whispers into the darkness. She doesn't need to say anything more for you to put the pieces together, but she continues anyway.
“She had your name, and I couldn’t save her.” She croaks out, squeezing you in her arms. You bite back a small gasp, and instead press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Are you okay?” You ask.
“I thought I would be, but…” she trails off. You cock your head to the side to get a small glimpse of her expression. Her eyes are glossing over, her pupils shot wide enough to cover the green in her eyes almost completely.
“I freaked out, and I couldn’t save her…she—she died, in my arms.” She whispers your name at the end of the confession, sort of like a prayer, or just to convince herself that you are really here.
“Ellie, baby. It’s okay—It’s not your fault.” you promise, pulling her as close to you as possible.
She’s quick to interrupt you. “I know, it’s just—fuck. I don’t know what I would have done if that was you.” The admission stuns you for a moment, and you’re far from sure what to say to her now.
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.” you whisper, continuing your subtle movements on her scalp. She’s not crying, but she's not not crying, either.
“I couldn’t finish the shift, I had to fuckin—fuckin tell my boss that I was too sick to work.” Her voice is wavering, her words barely audible through the cracks that interrupt them.
You nod into her, shifting your body down the bed so that you’re eye level with her. She doesn't say anything more, but with the way she’s pushing her head into you, you can tell she needs this.
“You’re okay, baby…you’re okay.” You breathe into her, her arms are still wrapped around you, and you cannot foresee them letting go anytime soon. You stroke her hair and let her sniffle into your neck.
“I’m still alive, I promise.” You whisper-laugh. A wet chuckle falls through Ellie’s lips, a small smile appearing on her lips.
“Thank god.” She smirks, jokingly pressing two fingers to the side of your neck. “I don't think I could live with myself if—” she cuts herself off with a sigh, shaking her head into you.
You rake your hands through her hair as she finally settles down, you exchange a few chuckles, and you remind her that you’re still in fact alive everytime she tries to check your pulse.
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