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kthice · 3 days
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合 𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚁, 𝖾 hanni.
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youcanlookatmygarden · 8 months
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𝘠𝘰 𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺’𝘴 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺
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fadingsnow · 10 months
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AEGON TARGARYEN CUDDLING HEADCANONS - aegon targaryen x f! reader
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- Aegon will literally barge into your chambers without a single care in for what you're doing. After all, Targaryens love to be the center of attention. He's caught you to many times changing, and just staying quiet until you finally realize he's there and smack his shoulder lightly with a laugh escaping your mouth which creates a synonymous reaction from the white-haired prince. He'd just walk around your room when he's truly bored, tapping the walls to annoy you, but also signal what he wanted.
- Aegon wasn't one to shy away from his wants, but for acts of affection he mostly did, he felt too dependent, desperate to ask such a representation of feelings. His whole life, he was raised to believe he was a burden, an unwilling stain not ready to move away from the silk cloth representing his untainted family. On normal days, he'd either ask you to come to his chambers or go to yours for a warm embrace. He'd just flop down onto the bed, and would bring yourself with him, feeling the soft blankets engulf you two. He would only bother to actually wear something comfortable now, considering the amount of times he had to heed your complains of him always coming with regal clothing he had not caren about to even think about taking it off.
- On days Aegon was berated by his mother, he'd come to you and would follow you everywhere while not knowing he himself was trying to gather your attention away, and keep it all for himself. He was strangely posessive over you due to the fact that you may be the only person who can truly love him. You would turn your head to see Aegon right behind you with his hands clasped behind his back, and wide eyes at being caught. You weren't stupid though, this wasn't the first time. You simply grabbed his hand, the cold feeling of his rings pressed against your skin. You led him to your chambers, and he'd already just lay under the covers of the bed.
- "What happened?" You muttered as the prince laid in your arms, eyes sleepy with a tight hold on your waist, refusing to let go. "Mother." His voice rang out with a light tremble. You looked down at him and somehow brought him closer to you. At times like this, all you wanted to do was protect him. You grabbed his face delicately and looked at him deep in the eyes, "Do - not - listen - to - her." You kissed his face anywhere with each word, forehead, cheeks, nose. He pressed a soft kiss to your neck and nuzzled his head there with a content smile. You'd never get tired of playing with his hair, so when he laid there, sometimes you'd do little braids. Soon, he'd be snoring and put his legs over yours to prevent you from leaving in his deep state of sleep.
- This is not to say, on some days Aegon is usually the one who's holding you. It gives him some type of reassurance that you love him. Why would you even want to leave his embrace? He'd reject anything about you leaving his hold. Behind his public persona, Aegon had a softer side that he only showed to you. When he was not with you, all of the expectations from his family come down on him. So instead of worrying about those thoughts, he focused on your soft, soothing touch, the gentle rumble of your voice, and the warmth of your body. It was a fleeting moment of solace in an otherwise chaotic life, but it was a moment that Aegon would always treasure. For your arms, he found the one thing he had always desired - acceptance, love, and unconditional support.
- His fingers trace the contour of your face, the tips brushing lightly against your cheeks before moving down to the tip of her nose, tapping it. He chuckles when you sneeze, the sound of it setting off a flurry of giggles between the two of you. His arms would be warm and sturdy, and he would wrap them tightly around you, lending an air of protection. You could feel breath on the back of your neck, the light touch of his fingers on your skin, the weight of his head on your chest. He pulled you closer, wrapping you in his embrace as he pressed your head against his, Together, the both of you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, your gentle caresses a welcome distraction from the harsh realities of Aegon's life.
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gloomingstar · 29 days
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Day 10...🥳💗💝
Damien thorn and Pip/phillip pirrup from southpark/hellpark!💗
"Dip"
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drama queen
request: yes😏 from a nonnie (hope i did this justice)
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warnings: not really, soft squishy baby farleigh, mean felix, dom-ish reader
summary: felix sets off farleigh, and you comfort him
also: i’m finally putting in my little inputs to the farleigh community, so i hope you like (there’s like 7 farleigh fics ever bro 😭)
also also: expect more farleigh from me😏😏
also^3: when i imagined this dynamic, i imagined how i write rafe and reader but rafe is reader (as in saltburn timeline reader) and reader (as in rafe timeline reader) is farleigh…. if that makes sense, i’m so sorry if it doesn’t
also^4: lowkey loser!farleigh if you will (the crying’s based on draco HEEEEHEH)
fit check:
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“far….?” you ask, walking into farleigh’s bedroom at saltburn, finding an empty room.
5 minutes ago you were at the pool with felix and venetia, and you had asked where your boyfriend was. you hadn’t seen him since you kissed him awake this morning.
“‘s probably inside, you know he’s a total drama queen y/n,” felix mumbled, blowing smoke out of his cigarette.
“did you say something to him fee?” venetia asked peeping up from her beaten up copy of Harry Potter.
“yeah i told the bloke he was getting on my nerves, he was nonstop talking to me this morning about oliver and how he’s “not one of us” and how he’s “tearing apart our family.” i told him he was being insane and he needed to leave ollie alone, then he stormed into the house.”
“felix you bastard,” you say, shocked that felix would treat your sweet farleigh like that.
“oi y/n/n, go find far and tell him felix didn’t mean it.” venetia hums, giving your arm a pat as you stand up.
you huff, nod, and stomp inside, choosing to look around the kitchen first.
when the bottom story comes up empty, you climb the steep stairs to the second story.
“farleigh…. baby….?” you call, listening intently for your boyfriend.
when he isn’t talking he’s very quiet, almost like a sneaky kitten.
you turn the corner to the all too familiar room.
“far….?” you ask, walking into farleigh’s bedroom at saltburn, finding an empty room.
when you walk all the way into the room you find the bathroom door wide open, a distraught farleigh standing at the sink.
one hand gripping the edge of the sink, another grabbing at a fistful of hair.
tears were freely flowing from his eyes.
“oh pretty baby… what is it.” you question, already knowing the exact reason behind his tears.
“felix… he said i-“ he lets out a heavy sob, not being able to continue.
“oh baby i know…. c’mere.” you say, opening your arms for your pretty baby.
he comes over to you and immediately tucks his head into the crevice between your neck and shoulder.
“tell me i didn’t ruin the family ma…. it’s not me… tell me you know it’s oliver.” he babbles on, as you pull him away from you so he’ll look you in the eyes.
you grab his chin and look directly into his beautiful eyes, “farleigh start, this is not at all your fault, do you understand me?”
“yes mama, i do ‘s just… felix said…”
“i do not give a crap what felix said baby, felix is blinded by whatever spell ollie put on him, you my pretty are not at fault here.” you state firmly, as farleigh releases the tension in his shoulders.
“now c’mon we’re getting in bed and imma love on you.” you say, grabbing farleigh and dragging him to his bed.
you get into the bed first, laying down and getting comfy before beckoning farleigh to lay on your chest.
“c’mere lovie, we’re going to take a nice nap then afterwards i’ll make you some dinner.” you hum, as farleigh lays his tall lanky body on top of yours.
he buries his face in your chest as you run your fingers over his back and scratch his scalp.
“‘re my sweet boy far, i know you did nothing wrong and that’s all that matters.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his temple.
he takes a big inhale from all the crying he’d done and presses a kiss to your shoulder.
he then falls asleep, cuddled up in your arms.
2 hours later, you both wake up.
“you better now far?” you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“yes i am…. thank you pretty girl, ‘m sorry you had to see me like that” he mumbles, embarrassed about how he reacted to felix’s teasing.
“‘s no problem baby, no matter your reaction or how much something effects you, i’ll always be here and i’ll always love you anyway.” you say, kissing his forehead as he rolls off of you.
“even if you are a little drama queen.” you giggle, as farleigh lets out a huff and playfully elbows you.
“now, how about i make you a little sweet treat hmm…?” you ask, grabbing farleigh’s hand and dragging him to the kitchen.
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do you actually not like reciving gifts or did you just grow up being told how expensive it was to raise you?
and now, anytime anyone spends any money on you,you fell guilty
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anukulee · 7 months
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Cuteness Overload and Interviews (Tom Hiddleston Audio Edition)
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Are you ready because I think it’s time you all die over his cuteness, so hope you all enjoyed your lives,
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So let us begin………
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kthice · 15 hours
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ceruleansx · 7 months
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jack champion story inspired by bad idea right olivia rodrigo? the two broke up after issues from tabloids but can't two people reconnect?? AND NO. i dont mean they fuck lmfao i mean they end up getting cloer than what they planned
bad idea right?
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-"i only see him as a friend ... the biggest lie i ever said."
✧. ┊ pairing : reader!actress x jackchampion!actor
✧. ┊ warnings : bit of angst, fluff
✧. ┊ summary : after a heartbreaking split between y/n and jack, they both separated their ways. y/n and jack later run into each other at the aquarium, not knowing they still have mutual feelings for each other.
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you admitted it. you obviously still had feelings for Jack Champion. to you, it honestly happened so quickly. you two played love interests in Scream, and after filming was over, he ended his real-life relationship. it was like he was faking it the whole time. and that thought just broke your heart completely.
you two still had to see each other at the premiers, and the tension was high. you really did have high hopes that he would approach you, but he never did. you were so hurt, that you blocked him on all socials, not ever wanting to see him ever again.
but now after 4 months, you have another boyfriend, Dylan. you hated to say it, but Dylan was nothing like Jack. he was cute and nice, but he wasn't Jack. at this point, you just told yourself that you were never gonna find someone like Jack.
and all you really wanted to do was to find Jack again.
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"babe look at those jellyfish!!" Dylan pointed to the jellyfish behind the glass.
"oh my gosh.." you exhaled, watching the jellyfish move around in awe.
dylan took your hand and walked you towards the big glass display with fish everywhere. you two sat down on the carpet, looking at all the fish in front of you. you two admired the fish, calling them different names and pointing out funny-looking ones.
then you heard it. that laugh. that laugh that you only heard when you made jokes. that laugh that used to make fun of you in a joking way.
your face froze, still facing the fishes. Dylan didn't seem to notice your change in expression. you slowly turned your head to the right, only to see Jack sitting down as well.
sitting with someone else. he was with a girl. he was laughing. what was he laughing about? only you made him laugh like that. the type of laugh that made his eyes scrunch up so much he couldn't even see. you leaned forward to see what she looked like, but she went forward too. you two caught each other's eyes, and her face lit up.
"oh my gosh Jack!!" she patted him in a fast pace, "it's y/n!"
you assumed that she didn't know about you and Jack's past was. she only knew about the fun friendship that you had before and during filming.
he turned, almost shocked that you were actually there. you two held eye contact, and you swear you saw his breath hitch. he smiled softly, looking away with a blush on his cheeks.
you heard his girlfriend say something, and next thing you new, she was standing next to you while you were sitting. you were surprised, but stood up anyway.
"hi oh my god! i'm such a huge fan, i'm Jessica." she said smiling.
you smiled softly, "thank you so much!"
you noticed that Jack and Dylan were now getting up too. Dylan went to your side, and Jack went to Jessicas. Dylan broke the awkward tension that you and Jack had.
"hi, sorry'm Dylan." he stuck his hand out to Jack, "I've heard so many stories about you from y/n." he smiled.
Jack shook his hand back. jack pulled his hand away, his gaze still on your face. you felt his eyes on you, causing you to feel nervous.
this was the first time ever that Jack made you feel nervous, but in a bad way. you started to sweat from the forhead, rubbing your palms together. Jessica, Dylan, and Jack were all talking. meanwhile, you started to panick and you started to loose control of your breath.
"um- i need to use the bathroom." you said quickly, "sorry i'll be right back."
you let go of Dylan's arm and walked towards the restroom. you can feel them watching you as you walked away with your palm to the forehead.
you bursted open the bathroom. thankfully, no one really goes to those gross bathrooms. you leaned against the sink - your back facing the mirror. you sighed deeply, replaying the embarrassing events that just took place.
did you really just ask so stupid like that in front if Jack? you were so embarrassed, you could feel your cheeks burning at the thoughts.
just then, you heard the door slam open louder than when you opened it. you heard someone panting, only to find Jack turning to find the sinks. he saw you there, eyes filled with tears and sweat on your face. the eye contact was tense, causing Jack to have a small tint of pink on his cheeks.
he walked over to the paper towels and teared a piece. he walked up to you and started to gently wipe of the sweat from your face. he held eyes with you.
he cleared his throat and pulled away, throwing the paper in the trash.
"Jack- if me and Dylan being here made your date awkward.. im sorry." you apologized.
"oh don't even worry." he chuckled softly, "they seem to be getting along fine."
you nodded slowly, now looking at the floor with even more embarrassment. great, Jack saw you all teared up in gross crIng in the bathroom like a baby.
"Jack I-" you looked up, starting to say.
"no y/n no. i messed up real bad. like really bad." he said, moving closer.
now your faces were inches apart, just like how it used to be in the past.
"whyd you do it..?" you whispered.
he shut his eyes, and sighed "i was scared. i was scared that - that after the shooting was over, you were gonna move or something and find a different guy" he ranted.
"and i don't know how i would be able to move on with life knowing that im not the one on your side. that-that i'm not the one who makes you laugh. i just didn't want to lose you."
"and i got so overwhelmed, and it was so so so selfish. i broke up with you, so then i didn't have to deal with the sadness. im honestly," he chuckled, "im honestly really embarrassed that i was so selfish."
he took both of your hands in his. "im so sorry y/n.." he whispered.
you watched him, you eyes going back in forth to his and his soft lips. the only thing that was going through your mind was his lips. you forgot how they felt against yours, and you wanted to feel that butterfly feeling all over again.
you grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face towards yours. your lips connected, and it was just as you remembered. soft, slow, and gentle.
but like always, Jack eventually made the kiss rougher and more passionate. your lips were in snyc, so perfect for each other.
you two eventually pulled away, lips swollen and dark pink. that kiss was amazing.
but that kiss was a bad idea. right?
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5kaulitz · 10 months
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GOING SHOPPINGWITH THE KAULITZ TWINS
WARNINGS: none js fluff
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- is defo more excited than you
- immediately drags you to all the shops he wants to go to 🤷‍♀️
- will try on outfits with you and ask for you opinion (use you as him personal stylist basically)
- whilst shopping he will always go to the food court bc my boy is always hungry 😭
- offers to hold your stuff whilst you shop !!
- he LOVESS going to makeup shops and buying new eyeliner and eyeshadow and will defo ask to do makeovers at home
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- not as excited as bill but still will be happy to spend time with you
- VOLUNTEERS TO HOLD YOUR BAGS
- if you guys have been there for hours he will start whining for food or to go home 💀
- will compliment you on your outfit choices and tell you that you look amazing
- so clueless when it comes to makeup and will probably just nod along and pretend that he knows what’s going on
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fadingsnow · 8 months
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IF OUR LOVE DIED, WOULD THAT BE THE WORST THING? - AEMOND TARGARYEN x f! reader
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SUMMARY AND TW: Aemond had refused to tell you of what he was doing in Harrenhal, weeks from weeks there supposedly under Aegon's decree, except you finally find out of Alys. Mention of children (a son named Aerys), ANGST, child-birth, infidelity, reader is Rhaenyra's daughter (Lucerys did not die, but the war Divider Credits: @firefly-graphics
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The callouses of your hands had started to crack, and hurt when you tried to stretch your fingers, looking at the walls of your shared chambers for hours and hours. Alys. Alys was her name, a bastard's name. You could hardly contain the bitter laugh that escaped your mouth, a Strong bastard. How many times had your family been shamed for just the love shared between Harwin Strong and Rhaenyra Targaryen? Had she been a man, there would be no stares, words, and curses. It was quite ironic, Aemond had joined in the rumours, belittling your blood. Now he fucked those he had murdered. An old man on his knees, begging for mercy for his family, your husband was relentless. How cruel could this man be? Was all you were to him an accessory? You were not his sword he could keep at his side to swing at in any moment.
You could not admit in fear of exile from the crown, but you were of Strong blood. To not only be acknowledged of the horrid act your husband had committed to those he know were your relatives. It was as though your own blood was spilled across the plains and hills of the Earth, as though satiating himself, as though he is your saviour, the earth who has granted life and dares to take it when it is the end of each mortal's lifespan. He is no divine being, he cannot take what he wishes whenever he wants. How many times had you confined to the wishes of a small-minded man who believes he is calculated, the reason why there are followers at the sept? Otto, Aegon, even Viserys.
A letter from your mother had reached you a few hours earlier, at the time that the shadows walk across the halls. You could still remember it all clearly, the memory burned into your mind just as he had burned innocents with the fire of his dragon, Vhagar. You could scarcely believe it, you never knew Aemond to lie. Your tongue was held by your heart, when you read the pitiful words the queen had sent to you. Of his escapades with his whore, the queen of witches, the queen of his heart as you were once. It couldn't be true, could it?
Silence filled the chambers, echoes from guards instinctively moving, foots shuffling in their state of unconciousness. Oh, how you wished for a release from this life, this emotional torture. The words ringed in your ears, "He constantly showers her in his love, they are even to have a child in 8 moons." So, for 1 moon, he had not even informed you yet, of his bastard Strong lover, he had not even told you of his child. An unborn child, just like you had, were your sacrifices not enough for him?
Had he not been your saviour? Had he not held your hand as you screamed to the skies above, almost praying to the Seven for once for help from the tearing that concurred in your body, being prodded and poked by those who wish to see a Targaryen heir. The blood, cuts, and pain were not enough? You could remember the sweat glistening within your features, your eyes drooping from your weariness. Almost falling down to wherever Valyrians went to when they finally met with Death, seeking out those who have left this forsaken Earth before them. He had told you his words of love, telling you no matter what happened, he'd always stay loyal to you. Loyal. All those dinners under the pretense of one huge family, how come you hadn't notice the stares from every single one present in that damned room?
You pondered on and on till the sight of the sun coming out, rivaling the night. You're sure of how he had sighed when he realized he had to leave his bed-ridden whore, did he comfort her as he did you during your own time with your son? The same looks, nose, eyes.. Will her child be the same? Will he love that child more than your own?
It was normal you suppose, the flapping of Vhagar's enormous wings, creating a small earthquake. There was always talks of how fearful Vhagar could be, and her rider. Maybe, you should've listened more, maybe, then none of this would've happened.
You didn't move. Not a single finger, not a limb, it was barbaric, his actions. Your son, Aerys, had always looked up to him, mimicking his father's looks. The carbon copy of him and Harwin, you lightened in joy when you had been welcomed to him after hours of suffering. From your first hold, Aerys had become so attached to Aemond, he'd listen to commands from his father like a small soldier in his army. A small grin would appear on Aemond's usually grim face. If he is already like his father, listens to him, you would want him to change now. How could such a revered figure in both of your lives change in such a little time? For a woman almost twice his age? Maybe, he would even dare to claim she had bewitched him. You'd doubt it, perhaps it isn't safe for your family, it never was. Just held against your will, although the Hightowers had never explicity announced it, but you knew it to be true. If only you ran away to Dragonstone fast enough, to be greeted with your brothers, mother, and Daemon, who you considered to be your father.
The curls of your brothers bouncing, laughter, and harmony of a complete and stable family would be your wish in this Hightower home, no longer the height of a Targaryen power, for as long as you could care, no matter how Aegon carries the Targaryen name, his council is led by the half of his blood, Hightower. Cunning, manipulative, scheming-
A knock hit the door once, you already knew who it was. Aemond wasn't much for a grand entrance. All that could fill your mind was what he'd do with her, that Alys woman. When you let out no answer, there was a small creek let out from the door being opened. The sight of you staring at the wall, not giving him a glance that he does not even deserve, moved him to stand next to the bed.
"What has happened, my wife?" His voice was calm, a little inquistive at your current state, but peaceful.
Peaceful? Peaceful, when you have been wailing mentally in your misery, screaming in echoes of your regret of a life you never had, as his wife. Always committed to the life set before you, working hard to keep him pleased.
"I know what you did, Aemond. No, not what you did, what you do. Who you currently pursue, who carries your second child, who should've been me, who was once me." Your words came out in one breath, the words fluidly moving in a rhythm of regret and grief of a marriage that once had ballads, and poems of the great love shared between you two.
He stayed quiet for a few moments, to think over on how to explain his actions to his wife. His infidelity, his lies, his scheming. "What do you speak of, wife?"
Wife? No, dear wife now? Maybe, that's what you were to him all along, something he has placed in a memory, flashes of white and red robes, words in High Valyrian of devotion, not the common tongue his Alys speaks, when she seduces him to a fate of leaving you.
"You know. Alys, your whore? What? Don't look shocked, I know you've probably had your cock deep in her every single night you've been away. As I tend our son, you tend to her unborn one. Even then, it's alarming how everyone is sure that she is carrying your child, just how long have you been together? Lying with each other in the nights that the moon decides to grace us with her night, and the moonlight?"
"You don't understand, I believe I have fell in love with her, but that does not mean I have less love for you or Aerys." His voice slightly broke at the sound of your son's name, the syllables failing to even leave his mouth correctly.
"So, you are telling me, after you have already spent monthes within her company, spilled your seed deep inside of her, to the point where a baby will be produced of her blood and yours?" You scoffed at his audacity, he didn't even apologize? You had to learn from your mother of his affair, not even from the man himself.
"No. I-" He groaned in frustration, not knowing how to handle such dejection, always the favored child.
"You do not understand."
"It appears I absolutely fucking do not! So please, my prince, fucking enlighten me."
"She was.. She was different, alright? And, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about everything. She is true to me, she has never lied to me. I regret on the turn of events which led to this."
"I never have been. Has she done all that I have for you, as your wife? Have I not stayed by your side, as your soldiers viciously tore apart my mother's allies? Children? The old? The rich? Blood has been wasted for a war of your foolish brother's want for a throne that will never accept him, yet here have I stayed, while you do as you want." You spat at his boots, you could hardly believe what he has done.
"I deserve all of your rage, you may strike me as I have striked those who have not striked me. But, please, still accept my love." He pleaded you, with eyes that once melted your heart.
"You say I do not understand, but you do not, Aemond. How can I lay in bed with you, our legs entangled, confessions in the warmth of the fire, if you have done all of that with your witch? How can I ever think to kiss those lips with the vigor I once had, just to be aware of how Alys has kissed then? You were once mine, now your very being is stained." You couldn't hold the sobs that were stuck in your throat until that very moment, the realization of what was happening.
You wrapped your arms around your knees, trying to rock yourself from your impending doom. You were no Velaryon, you could not survive a thousand of the Doom's tribulations as Vaemond had said, when he had called you and your siblings bastards.
Aemond hesistantly walked up to you, placing his hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly.
"Shh. Shh, don't cry, my love. You are my first love, and my last."
"How can I be, when she is your present?" You let out chokes of words, the feelings enlodged in your heart, and mind. Aemond's silk-like hair wrapping around your back like a cloak, as his arms enclose around your frightened figure.
"You always will be there, no matter if she is as well."
At his continued words of resistance to his end of his arrangement of Alys, you tried to hold your hand over your mouth to stop the incoming river of wallow. Disappointingly, you still laid your head on his chest, refusing to let go of him. He was your husband still, not hers. He never will be hers, only yours. You soon stopped, trying to focus on the moment, Aemond was here with you, not her. That must mean something, right? You'll always be his beloved.
To both of your surprise, you pressed a soft kiss to Aemond's forehead, something you always do before you sleep. You did it as a gesture of your subconscious, you always did like taking care of him.
Aemond was an easy sleeper, a set of arms around him, a bed, and a small gesture of affection, and he's asleep immediately. Aemond's arms took to wrapping around you tighter, not allowing you to escape from his embrace or his prescence. His sounds of small sighs, as he breathed in your hair, notioned to you that he was soon to sleep.
When he was almost at his point of sleep, you manuevered out of his arms a little bit, causing him to groan. You got closer to his ear and murmured, "Remember, just because it seems I forgive you for what unspeakable acts you have done with your whore, that doesn't mean it will not receive retribution. Your witch? Oh, she'll be dealt with." You pressed a long, and soft kiss to his lips, you missed them, and you even let out a small sigh of pleasure to finally taste your husband's lips again. His eyes widened in horror at your last words, before he fell asleep, to a domain of nightmares where he is constantly taken away from his Alys.
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Day 7...💘
Rebstella >_<!! Rebecca {cotswold x estella havisham}
Aren't they lovely together?
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