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thetangycheesemanwithaplan · 14 days

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My walls are made of my heart (would you still break them gently?)

Two separate buildings, connected by a paper thin wall, brings two people together in an unexpected way. Buck and Tommy are complete strangers, but they're about to get to know each other in ways they couldn't even begin to imagine. There may be a wall between them but the walls around their hearts are about to crumble.

Chapter 2 now posted

#Leo Writes #911 abc #911 fanfic #MWAMOMH(wysbtg?)#Chapter Moodboard #kinkley #bucktommyweekend #bucktommy

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foxywrites · 6 months

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MOODBOARDS MASTERLIST || BSD

A list of all the moodboards that I've made till now.

📖 BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

WRITTEN IN THE STARS VERSE || SOULBOND AU

dazai osamu moodboard (old template) nakahara chuuya moodboard (old template) akutagawa gin moodboard (old template) akutagawa siblings picrew

PEACH BLOSSOMS & RED CAMELLIAS || FEMSLASH SKK AU

all my agony fades away - chapter one moodboard all my agony fades away - chapter two moodboard Fem SKK moodboard

TO LAND A QUADRUPLE AXEL || FIGURE SKATERS AU

prologue moodboard

TO SET THINGS RIGHT || SKK ROLE REVERSAL/TIMETRAVEL AU

to burn for your love - chapter one moodboard to burn for your love - chapter two moodboard to burn for your love - chapter three moodboard

SOMETHING WORTH REMEMBERING || ODASAKU & DAZAI ROLE REVERSAL AU

dazai osamu moodboard (old template) sawako ariyoshi moodboard (old template) natsume souseki moodboard (old template)

ON A FIELD OF RED POPPIES || BOARDING SCHOOL/REBIRTH AU

RUNAWAY BRIDE AU

part one - footprints on blood stained snow part two - painting white roses red

AFTER THE WAR

at least the war is over - chapter one moodboard at least the war is over - chapter two moodboard at least the war is over - chapter three moodboard at least the war is over - chapter four moodboard

#bungou stray dogs #foxy's updates #foxywrites masterlists #moodboard #character moodboard #chapter moodboard #foxywrites #soul bonds au #femslash skk au #figure skaters au #skk role reversal au #time travel au #dazai & odasaku role reversal au #boarding school au #rebirth au #runaway bride au #ch 107 aftermath au #ch 109 aftermath au #bungou stray dogs alternate universes

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becca-e-barnes · 11 months

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Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #sub!bucky #subby bucky #this is one of those fantasies that's nice in my head #I think I'd like to be at that point in my life but it's absolutely not where I'm at rn #maybe some day tho #I started writing a new series yesterday #making a lil moodboard #excited to post the concept #can't decide if I want each chapter to feel like a continuation of the one before #or if I want the chapters to be more detached from each other with time passing in between #might actually space it out over a weekend?#I took my lil granny out for lunch today and she's just the cutest #she usually comes up to ours for Sunday lunch but my parents were out this weekend #so I made her dinner last night and took it down to her and I asked if she wanted to go out for Sunday lunch for a change #she made me book the table right there in front of her so she'd be able to look forward to it 🥺#I sat with her for over an hour yesterday evening and she smiled nearly the whole time #she's too cute I swear

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bugkennel · 3 months

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catnap stimboard ! ^w^ 🌙💜

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flowerandblood · 8 months

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The Impossible Choice (52)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, angst, smut, mention of rape, incest ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Helaena had always known that she was a little different from everyone else. It seemed to her as if she saw the world through a fog, unclear, her dreams sometimes overlapping with reality.

She saw things in her sleep, in the water and in the fire, felt them subconsciously under her skin. She felt when something was approaching, when destiny was coming. She felt when Jace and Luke went to take her brother's eye away and she knew there was nothing that could be done about it.

That this was the price for him taming Vhagar.

She had always liked Jace; he was kind and polite towards her, sometimes they would talk to each other over dinner and fly through the skies together. She thought she could have a husband like that in the future, it didn't bother her that he was a child from an illegitimate bed.

Unlike the rest of her family, it didn't matter to her.

Her mother and grandfather, however, decided otherwise.

She was to marry her elder brother.

Aegon always needed a lot of attention and cried cruelly when their mother left him with their nanny. He always wanted to be with her, wanted her to be there for him, but his grandfather had told him from an early age that he cried like a girl.

He would stop crying then and sit in silence, clenching his lips so that he was almost blue, suffocating whatever wanted to come out of him, trembling all over.

She would come up to him then and embrace him. She sat beside him, only quiet, high pitched, mournful squeaks coming out of his throat.

She pitied him.

He suffered from the absence of their father and mother the most of them all. He could not cope with the fact that he could never be weak, his every effort ending in failure, as if he was doomed to it.

He couldn't understand her. He didn't know why she was fascinated by insects and he didn't want to know, he never asked her. He quickly became interested in women, their attention, their touch and tenderness replacing his closeness to his own mother, his need to be loved by someone at least for a moment.

Although she wanted to be able to give him this, his contained, wild nature did not allow them to get close to each other. During their wedding night, he cried, completely drunk, saying he couldn't do it. She stood before him in her white nightgown, resigned and sad, knowing that nothing she said or did would change the fact that he was a broken man.

He didn't want her love, he wanted her to be someone completely different. For her to look different.

But she was herself and there was nothing she could do about it.

When he finally got the courage, when she felt him inside her the discomfort and pain were indescribable. He tried to prepare her for it, but she was too tense and frightened.

She began to cry along with him and he apologised to her quietly. They had done their duty, but they were unable to even look at each other. They knew that what had happened between them was wrong, cruel, inappropriate.

Yet it was exactly what was expected of them.

The heirs to the throne.

They both breathed a sigh of relief when it was revealed that she was pregnant. He stopped visiting her chamber then, indulging in his beloved drunkenness and women, any who were willing to warm his bed. She knew there was no point in discussing it with him.

It wouldn't have changed anything anyway.

They rejoiced together for the first time when he took their children in his arms. He was visibly proud, pleased because she had given birth to two children, not one, on top of which one of them was a son. He considered it half his success.

He then asked how she was feeling and whether she had handled the birth well. However, he then disappeared from her life again until Borros Baratheon's youngest daughter arrived in the Red Keep.

She and Aemond formed a wordless, close bond and she felt subconsciously why he had chosen her. Despite her younger brother's brutality and dark nature, he craved tenderness and closeness while needing someone with a strong character beside him.

She was pleased when the smiling, joyful girl began to visit her, their pleasant, long conversations making her repetitive, grey days more enjoyable.

For the first time she had someone to confide in. She knew that she was not the type of person prone to gossip, and she herself, having already married her brother, would sometimes tell her what she was facing.

When she and Aemond did not speak to each other she would support her in her decision to let him choose for himself to approach her again.

Nothing good ever came out of forcing her younger brother to do anything.

However, she noticed something in Aegon that began to worry her. He would appear in places where they walked, chatting up Lady Baratheon at dinner. She feared that her husband would do something to her, that he would hurt her like he did to their servants.

In the end, however, he did not hurt her brother's wife, but her.

She tried not to cry or scream, pressing her face against the pillow as he moved inside her so violently and quickly that her body trembled in convulsions, her hands clenched on the bedding.

She burst out sobbing when he finished, when he started apologising again, when he hugged her. She felt empty, washed of emotion, unworthy of anyone's love or affect. She didn't need or want anything, she just wanted peace and quiet.

And suddenly, after she had exploded, after she had confronted him after his coronation, Aegon snapped. He hugged her for the first time in his life, his words sincere and from the bottom of his heart.

He promised not to hurt her again.

She did not believe him; however, he had indeed stopped visiting her at night. Instead, he started visiting her during the day.

At first, he would simply come to see their children, and she would sit and embroider during this time, watching them from the sidelines. Despite his nature, Aegon tried to be a good father, giving their children more attention than Viserys gave them.

He surprised her one day when, after Aemond had left the Red Keep and set off for Harrenhal, followed by his wife, he asked if they would have supper together.

She knew what he would ask her.

"Did you help her?" He asked quietly, taking a sip of wine, putting a bit of cooked porridge on his plate from the platter beside him. Helaena looked up at him.

"Yes."

She wondered what he would do with this information. He, however, only nodded and changed the subject, asking her about a gift for their Mother for her Name Day.

They ate with each other more and more, and his persona slowly stopped frightening her. He did not touch her and kept his distance, still feeling remorse and shame for what he had done to her.

It made her feel less alone.

However, it was after his return from the Battle of the Eyrie that he broke his word. He came to her dressed in his chemise and trousers, waking her in the middle of the night. She felt her body tense up all over, terrified of what she expected him to do.

"Can I sleep next to you tonight?" He asked quietly, and she pressed her lips together at his words. She knew what was occupying his thoughts.

Daeron.

She moved slightly away, making room for him, and he came up slowly, laying down beside her, facing her. They stared at each other for a moment, his eyes puffy, his lips parted in an uneven breath. He began to cry loudly, mournfully, clenching his eyelids as if trying to hold it back like when he was a child. Her hand involuntarily rose, stroked his cheek.

"Cry." She said quietly, and then a wave of tears and moans left his throat as if he needed to hear it, to be able to finally release all the grief he had held inside him for years.

He pressed his face to her chest seeking help, comfort, and she did not push him away. She embraced him, stroking his hair, weeping with him over the fate of their beloved little brother.

When she woke the next day she felt his body next to hers, his arm hugging her waist, his nose in her hair. She could feel his breath on her neck, but it was not unpleasant. He didn't smell of wine, his embrace wasn't painful or ambiguous. She thought that if he wanted to sleep in her chamber more often, she would let him.

At Daeron's funeral, when her brother-husband broke down once more, she grasped his cheek in her palm and directed his face at her.

"Our brother is no longer suffering. Don't let his body rot." She whispered in pain and he pressed his lips together. He nodded and looked again at the pyre before them.

She watched as her youngest brother's body disappeared into the flames and closed her eyes.

She was surprised to feel a sting in her heart when Floris Baratheon appeared before her husband. That she felt pain watching her brother-husband devour her with his eyes.

She felt pain at the thought that she had hoped something would change between them.

When he came to her after a few days to tell her that he wanted to take a second wife she looked at him for a long moment with her lips parted.

It broke her heart.

Aegon knelt before her, taking her hands in his own, looking at her pleadingly.

"Just say one word and I won't do it. I promised you I would not hurt you again. However, I feel lonely, sister. I would so much like to finally experience happiness."

She agreed.

She wanted him to be happy.

She had always wanted that.

But what Aemond had said to her as he held her in his arms had planted a seed of uncertainty in her heart, had lowered the veil that showed her the future that awaited her and her children. She thought she had to do something. It wasn't about forgiving or forgetting.

It was about her and her children.

About their safety.

She wanted to do something for herself at last.

In the evening she asked her maid to prepare her bath. She lay in a tub filled with water mixed with fragrant oils, then combed her long white hair and dressed in the most beautiful, most ornate nightgown she had. She knew she had to act quickly and instructed her maid to tell her husband that she wanted to visit him in his chamber.

After a few minutes, her maid returned and said that the king would receive her.

Walking down the corridor she passed Floris Baratheon, whom Aegon had apparently asked out so that she could speak to her. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction at that thought and smiled sleepily.

As she stepped inside Aegon rose from his seat, looking at her frightened and confused. He walked over to her and touched her shoulder. She did not push him away.

"Is something wrong? Something with our children?" He asked and she did not answer him. She stared at him, having trouble getting what she wanted to say out of her throat.

"This is our last night." She whispered and he furrowed his brow, not understanding what she was talking about.

"This is the last night you can have me as your wife. In which you can change what I have experienced. Can it be enjoyable for me?" She asked, her voice trembling at the last words, tears starting to flow from her eyes.

She didn't know why, but she longed for him to touch her, for him not to be violent, to tell her that she too was beautiful, that she too could be loved and desired. She saw his lip tremble, he swallowed difficulty, shaking his head.

"I…sister, what are you talking about?" He asked, his hand touching her cheek uncertainly as if to check for a fever.

"Do it properly for once. For at least one night pretend you ever loved me." She whispered in a breaking voice, and he wept along with her, as if her words were driving straight into his heart. He caught her cheeks in his hands, stepping closer to her.

"I love you. After all, you know I love you."

She kissed him.

For the first time of her own free will, for the first time seeking something for herself, for her body, for her pleasure. She didn't want to think about who he was or what he had done, to think about how much he had hurt her over the years.

For one night she wanted to forget, to imagine that they were happy, that he wanted her. She drew in a loud breath as his hand tightened in her hair and pulled her to him so that she bumped against his body, her fingers tightening on his back.

She didn't move away when she felt his tongue between her lips, she didn't move away when she felt his large hand clamp down on her buttock, when she felt his manhood pulsing hard in his trousers.

"Do you want this? Do you really want this?" He exhaled between the chaos of their teeth, lips and tongues, their fingers clenched tightly on the fabric of their clothes.

"Yes."

Never before had he been so tender to her, so slow and steady. His lips roamed her body, placing soft, wet kisses on her skin.

He asked her if she wanted this before he pressed his lips around her nipple and began to suck on it, asked her if she wanted this when his hand slid between her thighs, asked her if she wanted this before he sat between her legs and pressed his tongue into her hot interior.

She had never felt anything like this before, it felt like her whole body was trembling from the spasms and moans that were erupting from her throat, she didn't know that it could have felt like this, that the whole terrifying act for her could have been so wonderfully peaceful and safe.

When he entered her, for the first time doing so while looking at her face, she was surprised to find that she felt no discomfort. He slid in and out of her with ease, she could hear the quiet, sticky click of her juices each time his thighs slapped against her buttocks.

He leaned over her once in a while to kiss her, and she reciprocated the gesture, clasping her hands in his hair. She could see him looking at her with uncertainty, not believing this was really happening, his body wet and sweaty just like hers.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." He exhaled as his thrusts became more brutal, his hand finding a spot between her thighs from where her whole body trembled in pleasure, she felt the tension in her body reach its zenith.

"Do not stop." She whispered, clenching her eyes, panting along with him, and he groaned loudly at her words, speeding up, her hips coming up to meet him, the bed beneath them creaking loudly.

"Will you come tomorrow too? Will you visit me in my bed?" He exhaled as he looked at her, and she felt something happen, her whole body shuddered, heat and pleasure like she had never known before spilling over her body. Aegon groaned and cursed loudly as he felt her begin to clench around his length, unable to stop fucking her, seeking his own fulfilment.

"− yes − yes −" She whispered softly. He gasped loudly and embraced her, she felt him come inside her, his semen spilling over her insides.

He collapsed on top of her and they both lay like that, panting and trembling. She stared at the baldachin above her with her lips slightly parted, unable to calm herself, her body still going through shivers of pleasure. She heard him swallow loudly, his nose pressed against her cheek.

"Stay with me."

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watchyourbuck · 2 months

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Inspiration Sunday | A.R.C.A.N.E.3

“You okay?” Buck asked, turning his body and wincing at the pain of resting his head on his hand.

Eddie sighed, hiding his face in his own. “Yeah, I’m just… jumpy.” He sighed again. Buck frowned, reincorporating a little bit. “I keep thinking what could’ve happened to you out there.”

“Eddie, I’m fine,” he mumbled patiently. “I’m not defenseless, I know how to use our weapons.”

From across the room, Eddie scoffed, then cleared his throat. “It’s not about you being damn good with that machete, which I know you are,” he said, watching Buck nod in agreement. “It’s about the fact that you- it’s like you think this Camp could go on without you.”

Silence.

“…That I could go on without you.”

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tato-acm · 2 months

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gwynrielweeks2024 - @gwynrielweeksofficial - day 10 | theories

Azriel’s shadows already know Gwyn is his mate and are trying to set them up (or simply get Az to spend more time around Gwyn so the shadows themselves can be around her 😌).

#gwynriel weeks 2024 #gwynriel moodboard #gwyn berdara #azriel's shadows #gwyn x shadows #azriel shadowsinger #azriel bonus chapter #gwynriel #gwynrielweeks2024

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thetangycheesemanwithaplan · 6 days

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My walls are made of my heart (would you still break them gently?)

Chapter 3 now posted

#MWAMOMH(wysbtg?)#Leo Writes #Chapter Moodboard #bucktommy weekend #bucktommy #kinley #tevan #firecopter #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #lucy donato #lucy and tommy are friends and that is my fave dynamic

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foxywrites · 6 months

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MOODBOARDS MASTERLIST

A list of all the moodboards that I've made till now.

🐾 ALL FOR THE GAME

MISFORTUNE OF THE FORTUNATE AU || FORTUNE/CHAOS AU

neil josten moodboard (old template) andrew minyard moodboard (old template) mary hatford moodboard (old template)

IF WE HAVE EACH OTHER VERSE || MAMA BETSY & ABBY AU

andreil moodboard (old template) andreil picrew

TEACH ME HOW TO BE A FOX || NEIL KLOSE AU

CHOSTS OF THE PAST || ROLE REVERSAL AU

nathaniel wesninski moodboard (old template)

ALL FOR THE MENU VERSE || THE MENU/RAVEN NEIL AU

alexandrea blake / nathaniel wesninski picrew layout of the restaurant the first course the second course the third course the fourth course

SPY AU

to hunt a rabbit - part one moodboard to hunt a rabbit - chapter one moodboard to hunt a rabbit - chapter two moodboard to hunt a rabbit - chapter three (black rabbit) moodboard to hunt a rabbit - chapter four moodboard to hunt a rabbit - chapter five moodboard to hunt a rabbit - chapter six moodboard to hunt a rabbit - chapter seven moodboard to hunt a rabbit - chapter eight moodboard

#all for the game #foxy's updates #foxywrites masterlists #moodboard #character moodboard #chapter moodboard

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vivitalks · 4 months

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directions to the truth

pairing: jason grace/nico di angelo rating: T total word count: 35.7k important tags: canon universe, POV alternating, fluff & angst & humor, hurt/comfort, grief/mourning, nightmares, sword fighting

Three times in three days. This guy is really sticking it to Nico’s trust issues. A small voice in the back of Nico’s head whispers, what does he want with you? People — especially people like Jason — don't just decide you're worth their time. He must want something. Everyone does. Except… The look on Jason’s face when Nico thought he was using him to get Leo back. The genuine distress. The fact that when Jason confronted Nico in Auster’s palace, when Nico pushed, Jason only pushed back, stern and unafraid. Telling him take a risk. No, not telling him; challenging him. • Immediately following the war, Jason and Nico keep choosing each other.

welcome to my post-BoO canonverse exploration of jasico at camp half-blood after the war. it was supposed to be short, and then predictably spiraled way out of control. there are eight chapters, linked below as i update them, which will happen most likely over the next few days. have fun :)

I. NICO // II. JASON // III. NICO // IV. JASON // V. NICO // VI. JASON // VII. NICO // VIII. JASON

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steddielations · 1 year

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Trouble Looks Good On You

It happens like a fever dream.

The first time Steve gives Eddie a swift smack on the ass, it’s obviously just an old jock habit that stuck with him. It wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turn his blood hot under his skin, or give him a brand in the shape of Steve Harrington’s hand, or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that.

But then, it happens again.

Or, Steve keeps accidentally awakening Eddie’s new kinks.

Chapter Two on Ao3

#chapter two here we are #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #mp #rueswriting #my fics #steve x eddie #steddie moodboard #steddie aesthetic #stranger things 4 #steddie fic rec #steveddie #smut

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flowerandblood · 24 days

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LADY STRONG & AEMOND CHILDHOOD

Some of the court discussed with amusement the fact that the King's second son and Princess Rheanyra's daughter had taken his wish very much to heart; after their betrothal was announced, they visited each other in their chambers and spent time as if they had long since stood before the Septon.

The young Prince treated his role as future husband with the utmost seriousness and surrounded his future wife with special care and attention. His niece appeared wherever he was – her joyful, lively, warm laughter could be heard from the other end of the Red Keep.

It was said that although the gods had deprived him of the dragon of his own, in blessing they had sent him his little lady, whom he easily bestowed his affection on. Even the gossip about who her father was, though the subject of great discussion and ridicule at court, could not obscure from him the smile of her rosy lips, the caring look of her bright eyes, the touch of her soft hand. It seemed that Prince Aemond was doomed to love and adore her, and she accepted his hidden weakness towards herself with gratitude and contentment, allowing him to easily fill her whole heart.

#the fall from the heavens moodboard #i just saw this little girl and said yes #this is it #these are my little babies #i won't give my adult female character face but here you have my little sunshines #they looked like that in the first two chapters

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