#a true prince charming fr

[djarincore]

the ppl who don't like Wyll are just jealous Astarion said he's the type of person he would've dreamed of marrying

[norrisainz33]

Seeing Doubles - GR63

☆ summary: George Russell attends Wimbledon and meets the tennis it girl, Y/N

☆ pairing: gr63 x reader

☆ fc: none

☆ warnings: none

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georgerussell63: always a pleasure watching tennis 🎾 Congrats to y/n on your first of many wins at Wimbledon!

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user12: Y/N AND GEORGE CROSS OVER?! dreams do come true

user10: who is y/n

user12: only one of the best women’s tennis players in the WORLD! don’t disrespect my mother like that

user10: my bad @.user12

user2: BARK BARK BARK

user3: Prince of England 👑

landonorris: omg! I think i saw you there! *liked by georgerussell63

mercedesamgf1: that’s our driver 😍

user4: ok toto

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y/nuser: dreams do come true 🤍

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user12: CONGRATS QUEEN

Wimbledon: Congratulations Y/N!

Adidas: Congrats y/n/n!

user13: peep george in the likes. what’s he doing here

user14: omg do you think they’re dating?

user16: chilllll they just met!

user12: MAMA Y PAPA

user16: alright @.user12 let’s get you to bed

georgerussell63: congrats y/n! impressive performance! 🎾🍓

y/nuser: thank you george! was wonderful meeting you 🏎️🍓

user12: AHHHHHHHH

f1gossip: GR63 seen leaving posh restaurant in London with Y/N Y/L/N after their supposed meeting at Wimbledon earlier in the week. New WAG alert?

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user34: omg first date vibes??

user17: Y/N would make the best WAG trust

user40: she’s just using him for his fame smh

user17: be so serious rn she just won wimbledon she has no need for his “fame”

user12: they are going to get together just you wait

user14: i just hope she makes our Georgie happy

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y/bff: GIRL WHO IS THIS

y/n: heheh i’ll never tell 🤭

y/bff: DONT TELL ME ITS THE VROOM VROOM GUY

user12: LOOKS LIKE GEORGE TO ME

user14: GEORGEY/N SUPREMACY

user19: please give me one chance i beg

georgerussell63: no need to be nervous gorgeous 😉

y/n: such a charmer

georgerussell63: only for you

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y/nuser: alright guys - i get the hype now. thanks to mercedes for having me!

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user13: tennis x f1 crossover! my favorite fr

mercedesamgf1: it was a pleasure having you y/n! You are welcome back any time 💙

y/nuser: i’ll definitely take you up on that 😉

landonorris: noooo come to mclaren instead

alex_albon: no williams

lilymhe: what alex said

y/nuser: @.lilymhe: ok fine maybe ill stop by the williams garage but only for you

lilymhe: YAY 💙

georgerussell63: @.alex_albon mate you’re supposed to be helping me seal the deal not steal her comment has been deleted by user

user54: DID ANYONE JUSY SEE GEORGES COMMENT

user67: WE SAW YOUR COMMENT GEORGE liked by y/nuser

user67: OMG Y/N LIKED. u a real one for that girly

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georgerussell63: an unforgettable weekend! i am so proud of this team - thank you for everything. Now on to summer break ☀️

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user19: CONGRATS GEORGIE

landonorris: had a good luck charm with ya this weekend huh? congrats mate

user18: lando what do you know

user12: he’s def talking about y/n

mercedesamgf1: congratulations George!

y/nuser: congrats george!

georgerussell63: thanks y/n! glad you were able to watch me win at your first race 😉

user22: oh he shooting his shot fr

user26: did yall see the shot of her smiling up at him while he was on the podium 😭

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alex_albon: so you got the girl or what?

georgerussell63: i don’t kiss and tell

alex_albon: yes you yabba dabba do

georgerussell63: 😔

georgerussell63: i did get the girl tho 🤭

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y/bff: you’re with him aren’t you

y/n: yes 🤍

y/bff: i can’t believe i lost my wife

y/n: you’ll always have me bb girl

georgerussell63: pic creds when

y/n: shhh this was the softest of soft launches

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☆ a/n: this is my first ever smau so please be nice!! had a lot of fun writing this. I was inspired by george's wimbledon fit today. likes and reblogs appreciated 🧡

☆ part 2 is definitely going to happen so stay tuned!!

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[bluesfreakingart]

Alright this is so hella random, but I think horses hate Jonathan and Edward but love Jervis. I imagine them for some reason being around horses and Edward is like: "Alright farm boy it's your time to shine!!" And Jonathon is immediately kicked up on nearing them. (They can sense his bad vibes)

Jervis is having the time of his life tho and is fulfilling every horse girl's fantasy.

Hope you know you've made a silly little situation in my brain giving this idea fr. "MAYBE I WANTED TO BE A PRINCE CHARMING DESCENDING FROM A FINE STEED, and, took some classes outside of Gotham! you don't know me." "I know everything about you and I know damn right well you didn't" "..." "..." "Eddie..." "Yes, jervis?" "if that's true, why is there a horse in the front lot?" "That's what I was going to ask you." "...hmmm"

Jonathan coming in "just came in here to say...It's no longer in the front lot" Jervis suddenly distressed "MY HORSE!" Edward pinching the bridge of his nose "It's not even your horse, YOU STOLE IT, WHO CARES?!"

[666writingcafe]

Several Months Later

MC

I'm really going to have to thank Barbatos later. If it weren't for him teaching me some of his tips and tricks to being a successful attendant, I would have freaked out when I looked in the peephole and saw Simeon and Luke standing on the other side of the front door. I know that Diavolo extended an invitation to the Celestial Realm to attend the opening ceremony for RAD, but to have these two be the representatives that were sent...

Instead, I take a deep breath to steady myself before opening the door and merrily greeting the two angels. Once introductions are out of the way, I help them get settled in one of the guest rooms and tell them that tea will be ready in the parlor in a hour.

~~~

"Wow," Simeon remarks. "I have to say, Devildom tea is a lot better than I expected."

"It is, isn't it?" Lucifer replies. "I got that particular blend from Diavolo, so you can be assured it's of the finest quality."

"So, you're friendly with the Devildom's prince?"

"I don't know if 'friendly' is the right word." I sip out of my cup in order to prevent myself from making an inappropriate comment. Simeon doesn't need to know that Lucifer's allowing Diavolo to leave a few marks on his neck, nor that I've been responsible for covering them up as soon as he returns to the House.

"How's Michael?" Asmo asks. "Is he still doing the yoga routine I taught him?"

This little tea party was only supposed to be between Simeon and Lucifer, but then Asmo sort of...weaseled his way into it by using his charm on his brother. I told him that he needed to behave himself, and so far he has.

We'll see how long that lasts, though.

"I don't think so," Simeon answers. "Raphael's been bemoaning the fact that Michael hasn't been exercising enough." Asmo shakes his head at this news, appearing to be irritated by it.

After a while, I begin tuning out their conversation. It's not like any of it really concerns me, anyway. If it weren't for Simeon constantly glancing over at me, I would have successfully faded into the background.

Why is he focusing his attention on me? Am I that out of place to him? I thought I was doing a good job blending into this timeline, but maybe not. Perhaps I'm trying too hard, and he can see right through me. I'll have to ask Barbatos about that later.

"Aww! Does the little dove find my beauty intimidating?"

Son of a bitch.

"Asmo," I warn him with a glare, which merely causes him to giggle.

"I can't help it! He's just so adorable!"

"Don't call me adorable!" Luke shouts, trembling in anger moments later.

"Isn't he precious!" I sigh.

"And this is why you weren't initially invited to tea, Asmo. Honestly, what are you thinking, teasing a child like this?"

"I'm not teasing him! I'm simply complimenting him!"

"Compliments only work if the other person receives them as such. Do you not see the way he's looking at you? He's seconds away from biting your head off!"

"Or your ankles." Seriously?!

"Lucifer!" The eldest brother merely shrugs.

"What? He's like a Chihuahua."

"This isn't the time to be calling Luke names!"

"I'm not calling him anything. I'm simply making an observation. After all, you did make me spend a significant amount of time with two of them."

"Hey, I didn't force you to take them for a walk! I could have dealt with them just fine without you!"

"It's true what they say: no good deed goes unpunished."

Simeon's looking between Lucifer and me, trying really hard to hold back laughter. I'm glad someone's amused by this, because I'm sure not.

This tea party has gone off the rails, and it's my fault for not maintaining control over it.

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[baby-xemnas]

One thing I enjoy about Law/Bepo is that I constantly see the debate surrounding “Is Law getting it?” Like, is the man so hot and stoic he’s constantly getting ass or is he a creepy workaholic weirdo with terrible social skills who couldn’t possibly get laid? And the LawBepo answer is both. The man fell in love with a mink at 14 and has not looked back. He can hook one guy, specifically a guy who apologizes like it’s second nature and thus needs constant validation and is over obvious with his feelings in a way that’s nye impossible to misinterpret. Man found his wife at 14 while recovering from a depressive spell and thus has never had to exist in the normal dating scene. Could not possibly hit on a woman at a random bar and be successful on anything but his looks but is, in fact, constantly getting laid cause he picked his wife up out of the snow during his preteens. A creepy little weirdo who built his sexuality around a mink and thus would have a terrible time in a regular dating scene, who is dating his co worker and thus can work and fuck at the same time. Man has a partner with a natural predisposition to swimming and would do great on a regular sail ship but instead chose a submarine so his partner can never be more that 100ft away from him. A workaholic creepy little weirdo with negligible social skills who is, in fact, constantly getting laid, it’s the ideal Trafalgar Law.

THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL ASK ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH

Man found his wife at 14 while recovering from a depressive spell and thus has never had to exist in the normal dating scene

put that shit in GRANITE

constantly getting laid cause he picked his wife up out of the snow during his preteens Crying

😭😭😭

so. sooooo true. i love how he is so terrible when people flirt with him - easiest examples are Monet or Robin even if neither was serious about it we digress - he didnt even BOTHER being friendly like yeah yeah whatever whatever shut up bitch - he is such a rudeass, the type of rudeass that only comes with being extremely married. he is NOT interested, he will not lift a finger or bother with a smile

its soooo real how technically he has no game cuz he dont need it - i would argue with lack of social skills - he does have them he just doesnt use them - he can be charming as a person if he wants to (cuz how else do you collect such a big crew)

i dooo LOVE the thought of him being STRANGE AND OFFPUTTING and he is really saved by being a hottie when he is put in a fucking situation. he has to do very little, he is hot, and thats exactly what he does - bare minimum, he is so not invested - because he is thinking about how everyone is inferior to Bepo - also Bepo will be jealous if he finds out...Bepo..

BUILDING HIS SEXUALITY AROUND A MINK - YEEESSS thats my favorite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its the same with just HAVING always been with Bepo ofc its fucking normal that a guy is a bear, why the fuck not. thats a guy, thats their guy - Law's special guy in particular whomst he treasures...like IMAGINE living with a permanent furry since middle school thats ought to become normal for you in like a few months..and Law seeing him LIKE THAT ruined humans for him fr...whatever...People? who cares. he has such a lovely wonder next to him. going thru puberty while your bestie, most loyal person to you is a furry...permanently altered brain chemistry. literally built different

you are sooooooooooooo right its so true and its the best

i love that Law a sexy guy who is completely off limits and unapproachable on purpose - he has sex life on easy mode because he saved Bepo once and have stayed a prince charming, knight in shining armor for Bepo EVER SINCE. he is always a hero he is always awesome and the best

laughing about a submarine being confined space lmao oh of course...you are trapped in there with him, Bepo (Bepo: yay \o/♥)

AND ANOTHER THING THAT MAKES LAWBEPO GREAT FOR LAWS CHARACTER - being in a long time established relationship - A CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART EVEN - makes him Very Cool. Oh you kept a good relationship for a decade and even developed it into a romantic partnership? Awesome. It makes a man complete dare i say! I love when characters are married as hell, genuinely a massive flex

thank you so much for the ask you are so fucking right im sorry if my reply is too chaotic xoxo thank you for loving lawbepo with me

[latteunwoo]

darl+ing - knight in shining armor (semi-written)

SYNOPSIS: "friends see my feed and worry, do you, babe?" it's been a little over a year since you and dino broke up. although you seem to have clearly moved on already, dino on the other hand is still hung up on you. during the first few months after your breakup, dino has said that he was already over you however recently it seems like his true feelings are showing.

*WARNINGS: violence, mention of blood, character has a panic attack, foul language, dino protecting his girl FR

[y/n's pov]

"Stay right here, okay? I'm just going to get you some water," Minghao said as I nodded and leaned against the wall behind me.

As I was scrolling through my phone while waiting for Hao, I felt the air next to me grow warmer. I looked up to see one of the players Neo Tech standing in front of me.

"Um, hi?" I said more as a question than a statement.

"You wanna dance?" the boy asked as I could already smell the alcohol on him.

"No, I think I'm good," I said as I tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall, "L-let go of me."

"I don't take 'no' for an answer, sweatheart."

"I said, let go of-" Before I could finish my sentence the boy was ripped off of me and pushed hard against the wall next to me.

Once I could comprehend what was happening, I looked over to see Dino with his fists pulling the boy's collar as he had him against the wall. "She told you to let go."

The boy laughed, "Well, well, well, looks like Prince Charming is here to save the day. Or is he? We're on your turf, which means you can't hit me or else you're off the team."

Dino's jaw clenched harder, "Wanna bet?"

The boy laughed as he pushed Dino off of him, "You won't."

Before any more words could be exchanged and I could process what was happening next, the two boys were throwing punches at each other.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop it!" Seungcheol yelled as him and Mingyu pulled the two boys apart, "You're on my grounds. You have some fucking nerve to lay a hand on her like that. Let's go, you're out of here."

As Seungcheol dragged the boy out, Mingyu held Dino back as he tried to have another go at the boy. Once they were out of sight and my body & brain had proccessed what happened, I instantly fell to the ground.

"Y/N!" I heard Dino say as he pryed himself out of Mingyu's grip and ran towards me, "Hey, are you okay?"

I couldn't even put a proper sentence together, my hands were shaking really badly, my head was spinning, and it started to feel like I couldn't breathe.

"C'mon, let's get you out of here first," he said as he quickly carried me bridal style outside where there were less people around us.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry," I managed to say as Dino sat me down on the curb and the tears started rolling down my face.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. Just breathe," he said as I felt his hands cup my face softly, "Just look at me and breathe. Can you do that for me?"

I softly nodded as I looked up at him and inhaled and exhaled along with him.

"There we go. Good girl," he said as he smiled and I just kept looking at him.

I've been so busy trying to hate and avoid him that I had forgotten how calming those eyes always were. Dino knows just as much as Joshua how bad my panic attacks can get and how to calm me down, but somehow Dino was always better at it.

"Hey, don't cry anymore, it's okay," Dino said as he used his thumbs to softly wipe my tears away that I didn't realize were falling down my cheeks.

As I snapped out of it, I noticed the blood dripping down his face from a cut on his forehead, "You're hurt..." I shakily reached my hand up to the cut on his forehead.

Before I could get a closer look, he stopped my wrist, "I-I'm fine. Don't worry about me. All that matters is that you're okay."

"Dino, you're hurt... because of me."

"Y/N, I promised you when we were in kindergarten that I will always be there to protect you. I know I broke that promise once but I'm not going to break it again. I'd literally do anything for you."

"Dino-"

"Shh, it's okay. You don't have to say anything. Let's just get you home."

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[sukirichi]

I need to stop reading your updates when im in my shift pause cause damn... 🥲🥲🥲🥲

So obviously Rin lied about everything to hurt us and make us hate him.... What i honestly... I 'understand' but at the same time... Oof... And yes ill refuse believing all that shit when he immediately after admits he wanted to marry us, and while telling iris to abort (honestly thank fuck even iris doesnt want the kid) he said let out he didnt want that to ruin his marriage.

Rin is an idiot, a confused idiot who got ruined by all this royalty shit. He didnt have a normal childhood, he didnt know what feelings actually were, convincing himself he liked iris when it was never her and now hes doing what he can to push us away so we can be happy with another, while still wanting to keep the marriage, while still aching to be with us.

Hes an idiot who didny really have to end it just cause hes not the son of the king, we would still love him.. And honestly thinking about it... Maybe it was us telling him how he liked him better when he was himself than when he was in his 'princely' mode that made him tell iris 'dont ruin my marriage' cause hr might have realized 'she loves me regardless the title.. Unlike iris'

Anyways im still hoping for Rin endgame 😭😭🤡 gotta feel like all my tears were worth it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thanks for another incredible update, sorry if i didnt make much sense in this ask ahahahah

he’s so confusing isn’t he!! but also that scene when he told iris ‘i’m not letting you ruin my marriage’ AFTER he’d told us he wants a divorce, its his way of like saying that . . . his marriage is his own completely, and its something he wants to take responsibility of - including its downfall. if the marriage is gonna fall apart, he wants it to be on his own terms, and not bcos iris was ‘messing’ with it. idk if that makes sense but rin has a mindset like that (very possessive man, oof.) and yes so true! he never had a normal childhood and was introduced to society late so there’s a lot he truly doesn’t know about </3 the queen kept him that way too, made sure he’s be innocent and naive so he wouldn’t get very absurd ideas that would be misaligned with her goals

AND OMG yes i’m so happy you noticed that detail! in their flashbacks there has already been some foreshadowing hinting that dtd!yn wouldn’t care if he wasn’t really a royal! like when she said ‘i liked you better when you more yourself and dropped the prince charming act’ + that scene when rin was like, “so you wouldn’t give me your time if i wasn’t a prince?” and we replied very vaguely, alluding that we were more interested in the man himself instead of the crown prince everyone knows! so knowing all this, maybe a sunayn endgame isn’t so impossible after all 💫🌷 they really need to just communicate fr

[kristanna-days]

Frozen x Beauty & the Beast Yuletide Exchange (2023)

A Well Deserved Gift (Adam/Belle, E) @biblioscribler/@99goosebumps for @annaofthenorthernlights

Adam has been working so hard to get things done before the end of the term so he'd have an easier time back next semester. Belle has missed having fun with him, but with the first snow about to fall she decides to take matters into her own mittens after he's finished his paperwork.

All I Want for Christmas is You (Rydoff, T) @flowerinherhair/@glassslippers-n-cowboyboots for @annas-hair-donut

Kristoff Bjorgman has just accepted a new job in Alaska as reindeer veterinarian at Nattura reindeer farm. He was expecting to befriend some reindeer, however he was not expecting to become so close to his new boss.

Bundle Up, Scooch In (Kristanna, M)@annas-hair-donut for @smuglemonfics

Anna, a woman Kristoff just met that day, allows him to sleep in her bed so he doesn’t have to go home in the middle of a blizzard. Will he overcome the pain of his past and open himself up to the possibility of true love? Or will he walk away, lonely and cold in the dark? 18th Century, Colonial New Arendelle AU.

Christmas With You Gets Better Every Year (Kristanna) @chibiotaku4life/@xxlovelynovaxx for @flowerinherhair/@glassslippers-n-cowboyboots

Anna and Kristoff meet for a coffee date and surprise gift exchange at their favorite coffee shop. Warm memories are shared as the smell of roasted coffee wafts through the air.

Dried Rose Bookmark (Adam/Belle, E) @thefamilybruno for @biblioscribler/@99goosebumps

For months, Belle has worked as a costume designer at the Little Rose Theater Company in Philadelphia. She loves everything about the theater. Everything except the actor who has become a thorn in her side - Adam Boz.

When Belle inadvertently overhears a heated argument between Adam and his parents, she finds out that Adam will be spending Christmas alone. Unable to ignore the new spark of empathy she feels toward him, Belle thinks that she should try to become Adam's friend.

But when she snoops through Adam's belongings and finds a dried rose pressed in between the pages of a well-loved book, Adam lashes out, causing Belle to run from the theater into the cold winter night.

Will Adam be able to apologize? Or will Belle continue to think of him as a beast for all time?

Once Upon a Yuletide Holiday (Adam/Belle, M) @annaofthenorthernlights for @winter__moon/@true--north

"Anywhere?" Belle looks up at Adam, who nods solemnly, emphasising his promise. They stand in the library as Adam offers Belle a trip for the Christmas season. "Anywhere, my dear. You choose the destination."

The Beauty Who Braved the Blizzard and Healed the Heart (The Prologue) (Belle/Elsa, G) @paigebstorey for @chibiotaku4life/@xxlovelynovaxx

When Adam goes missing in the woods after a sledding accident, Belle ventures out of Arendelle Village to find him. She comes across a palace made of ice, in which she discovers Adam is a prisoner to an enchantress of eternal winter. A bargain is made, and Belle takes her friend’s place, with unexpected consequences…

The River Sings (Elsa & Iduna, Elsamaren, T) @winter__moon/@true--north for @paigebstorey

Princess Elsa is seeking her lost Mother. Voices in her head are leading her North. On the way to Ahtohallan she meets a Northuldra warrior…

We Need a Little Christmas (Kristanna, E) @flowerinherhair/@glassslippers-n-cowboyboots for @annas-hair-donut

Recently divorced and single dad Kristoff is not really feeling in the Christmas spirit, that is, until he meets the bubbly and charming Anna who captures both his and his daughter's hearts and helps to bring them a bit of Christmas spirit

You Are My Shelter from the Storm (Adam/Belle/Gaston) @smuglemon/@smuglemonfics for @thefamilybruno

Belle and Gaston have already arrived at a small cottage in the countryside where their partner, Prince Adam, has promised to meet them when his work in another kingdom is done. However, rather than get to experience the fresh air and nature he loves so much, Gaston finds himself stuck indoors when the weather takes a turn for the worse. Alone together, he and Belle find a way to pass the time…

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Happy Holidays to the Frozen and Beauty & the Beast fandoms!

Stay tuned for Frozen Smut Week - March 17-24.

DM me or @thefamilybruno if you want to join the Frozen Hearts Worth Melting Discord server. It's a super chill server for Frozen and Beauty and the Beast fanfic writers. We have a Valentine's Day prompt event coming up soon!

[bg3fandomcritical-revival]

He has an edge to him, but he IS a romantic who is good-aligned. You get his approval through doing good deeds only, and Tressyms only associate with good aligned people according to the FR wiki.

Gale will actively help Astarion ascend on an origin Astarion run and then praise him afterwards. He will also stay on the side of a Durge who embraces Bhaal, and he is understanding and accepting of Shadowheart’s choice to kill Aylin and claim the power of a dark justiciar. He can also be convinced to stay around after raiding the grove, and he is willing to dabble in dark shadow magic. These are just some examples, but they go to show that Gale is not good aligned and is instead more neutral. Because yes he approves of a lot of good things, but all of the above things I listed are canon too and a part of his character. And a lot of people erase these aspects of him and try to make Gale into a more Wyll-like character (ex: acting like he is a wholly good prince charming man who is unwavering in his morals, or editing Gale into Wyll’s romance scenes/animations and saying it suits him, etc.) Talking about Gale’s true characterization and also about how the fandom sometimes projects Wyll onto him is not tearing Gale down, saying he is a villain, or hating on him. Us saying that Gale can be morally flexible/dubious unlike Wyll is also not us saying he isn’t a nice friend or a loving partner either. It is just acknowledging an issue in the fandom, and some Gale fans need to not be so defensive when it’s brought up.

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[loveyourlovelysoul]

What is love? Baby don't hurt m No fr what is love? Everyone has a different way to look at it. And ofc there is no wrong or right as we all can see it as we want. But I want to share about my own view. Many dream of their prince/princess/person charming, coming to rescue them with a smile, taking charge of everything in their life, being "perfect" like an ideal person they have read in a fairytale or seen in a movie, but even better because it's based on their own meaning of perfection (which is often created by our needs and traumas). And many image love with this person to be always filled with laughter, with butterflies and flowers, birds singing, dancing, zero issues cause communication will always flow perfectly: actually they will read your mind anytime and will act exactly accordingly on what you imagine them to do/say/think, in whatever situation. As if you were scripting their part and you were literally living in a movie. But what about you? Are you their ideal person or will you be too? Cause sometimes we focus more on the other than on us, on what we want the other to be for us, but love flows both ways, and the other has to receive as much as they give to us. You know, I might not know much about love, but I can tell the love we read about in fairytales and see in some movies, is quite hard to live constantly in real life. Especially for long periods.

To me, love is made of two people with their own problems, minds, ideas, emotions, way to see/experience/talk about things. Love is made of respect and compromise when you need to find a middle ground to two opposite views, like when you fight: cause it's okay to be willing to stand your ground, but the same is true for them. And it's okay to fight, to misunderstand each other and if you cannot read each other's minds (you are two people with different sensibilities: if you don't talk to each other about your needs, the other may never be able to meet them, not even if they are dying to). Love is about the will to make peace with each other, to not go to bed angry, to find a common way back to the same road, to be that ideal person for the other but also realizing you cannot always be cause there's also you in the relationship and you cannot disappear for the other (as they cannot disappear for you). Love is about two individuals, with their own personalities, that decide to be together and walk through life holding each other's hand cause they have a common view, cause they are interested in the other, cause they feel attracted to each other in many different ways (not just physically but maybe mentally, love can be felt at any given time), cause they love each other and care about the other's life and their wellbeing. And are wiling to try and be something good in the other's life, cause the other is probably one of the better things that has entered their life.

Love is also made of choices done with your mind. Cause at a certain point through the relationship, the spark you felt in the beginning with your person, may even fade. And you may end up in a routine (which is up to you two to spice up and break, when you can/need). And you may meet someone else that will make you experience that spark again. And here comes up the doubt: sticking with the person you have started building something with or following your heart and going with the new charm? Everyone is free to do as they want, but what I think is... love, at a certain point, is about sitting to a table and deciding where the two people involved are, where they want to go, what they want to do, and if they keep want to do it together. If you still are on the same page, if you still want to be with the other or not. Even if you now see their flaws more than they perfect sides, even if sometimes you get triggered by them, but you know you can talk to them about everything and you can find a solution to most of your problems with them. Even to those triggers. If at the end of the day, they still are your safe place, somehow. If you want to keep fighting for what you have, and if it's worth it, for both of you. And so yes, love to me, is also about deciding to stick with someone, cause of all you know of each other, cause of the worth the other has for you and within you. Cause of what they mean to you. Cause you love them anyway. And they love you too and still want to do whatever they can to make you happy or feel like you're not alone in this world.

[bisluthq]

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Another good one. It's the fact that I read these things and truly wonder if people are fr or it's just trolling

😅💀

[mint-moon25]

20 JAN 2024 - SABBATH - SATURDAY - MAIN - LIBRARY

NEW YEAR - AUTHOR - FAIR - INSIDE - BOTH FLOORS

EVERYWHERE - AUTHORS - AUTOGRAPHING - COOL

OLD - WHITE - MALE - SUPER - NICE

HE - SAID - LATE - FEE - OF - BOOKS - FORGIVEN

REMOVED - 4 YRS - AGO - 1ST - ONE - 2 TELL ME

ONLY - FEES

BOOKS - LOST - OR - DAMAGED

HE - SAID - ‘COME - 2 - HIM - WHEN - LOST’

FEE - WAIVED - I SAID - ‘LOST - WON’T - HAPPEN

WITH - ME - LOVE - BOOKS’

NO - FEES - 4 - LATE

WENT - 2 - FIND - WHEN - MY - NICHOLAS SPARKS

BOOKS - LARGE PRINT - EXPENSIVE - $31.95 AND

$34.95 - LOVE - LARGE - PRINT

SHARED - LOVE - JUDITH DEVERAUX - HISTORICAL

ROMANCE - ONLY - ONE - I - READ - EVERY - WORD

BUT - SHE - CHANGED - LEFT - FAMILY - THEY MEET

PRINCE - CHARMING - PRODUCED - CHILDREN - SO

NEXT - BOOK - THEIR - KIDS - GROW - AND MARRY

THEIR - CHILDREN - ABOUT - FAMILY - SHE - LEFT

THAT - WITH - MODERN - PLUS - LIVED - IN - YES

ENGLAND - IN - AN - OVER 300 YRS - OLD HOUSE

EXCUSE - GRAMMAR - SHE - LEFT - HISTORICAL

WITH - MODERN - SO - DON’T - READ HER - YES

ANYMORE

NICHOLAS SPARKS - 15 BOOKS - ALL - NEW YORK

BESTSELLER - I SAID - NY TIMES - BECAME - NICE

HIS - STORIES - ARE - ORDINARY - BUT - GREAT 4

LIKE - JUDITH - WENT - 4 - FAMILY - ABOUT WHEN

THEY - MARRY - AND - WHO - BUT - WHEN - THEY

CONCENTRATE - ON - STRANGERS - ILLITERATE

I - SKIP - THOSE - PAGES - 3 OR - 5 - NO - LIKE EX

HE - IMPLIED - LEAD - MALE - DYING - OF - TERMINAL

CANCER - THAT - HURT - ME - SO - I - COULDN’T YES

READ - 25 PAGES - BUT - I - GUESS - RECUPERATED

HIS - DREAM - COME - TRUE - HIS - WIFE - DAUGHTERS

TOLD - HIM - I’M - BUYING - ESTATE - STABLES - IN - YES

ASHEVILLE - NORTH CAROLINA - SELF - MAGAZINE 2016

‘SAFEST - CITY - 4 - WOMEN’ - HAPPIEST - CITY - ROOTS

OF - PEOPLE - JOLLY - ENGLAND - ALSO - TOP 10 - BEST

ONE - OF - BEST - CITY 2 - LIVE IN - CHEAP REAL ESTATE

ONLY 40 DEGREES - BLUERIDGE - MOUNTAINS - COLDER

AT - MIAMI - 20 DEGREES - BILTMORE - ESTATES - THEIR

CASTLE - ANNUAL - OVER - $200 - FIRST - YEAR - CHEAP

NEXT - BRING - YOUR - OWN - HORSE - 10% - OFF - THEIR

HOTELS - SHOPS - TOUR - THEIR - CASTLE - THE - MAJOR

ACTIVITIES - THERE HERE LIKE - BAYSIDE MARKETPLACE

BUT - FREE - THOROUGHBRED - HORSES - GETTING 3

ONE - A - BABY - OVER - $100,000 EACH - HOW - $$$$$

I - GET - THIS - SHARED - JORDAN - $6 MILLION

TRY VIRAL VAULT . com

TIK TOK - UPLOADED - 2 VIDEOS - DAILY - FREE

ONE - MADE - JUST - THAT - $4,000 - DAILY - HIS

OTHERS -  SHOPIFY - ONLY - TIK TOK - ADS

MADE - OVER - $100,000 - 1 MONTH - NOW MORE

AMAZON - 4 - HUB LOCKERS - SHARED - HOMEWOOD

SUITES - 24/7 - NEAR - NOVOTEL - HE - KNOWS

AMAZON - PRIME - OVER - $1.29 BILLION - DAILY

JORDAN - PROMISES - $10,000 - MONTHLY

SHARED - GOOGLE - SEARCH

START - DROPSHIP - MOSTLY - ALI EXPRESS - CHINA

$5,000 - $10,000 - THEN - $25,000 - THEN - $250,000

MONEY - I - NEED - HIGHEST - BUILDING - COMING

CONDOS - 2 POOLS - ROOF - AND - 7TH - FLOOR

STARTS - AT - $2 MILLION - $25 MILLION - & MORE

GETTING - ONE - 4 - THE - SWIMMING - POOLS

LOVESVILLE - NC - 50 MIN - FR - ASHEVILLE IS

HORSES - ONLY - NO - CARS - GOING - THERE

TOLD - HIM - MARCUS - SAVINGS - INTEREST BEARING

$0.03 - I - RECEIVED - HE - SAID - IT - WAS - MORE $$$$

B 4 - I - SAID - MAKATI - CITY - NEAR - CAPITAL MANILA

BRINGING - MY - MONEY - THERE - 4 - INTEREST BEARING

CAN - COMPETE - WITH - OTHER - COUNTRIES - BUT USA

BAD - INTEREST - BEARING - SO - BAD - BUT - OURS - YES

AUTO - TAXED - SO - I - CAN - AFFORD - MIAMI - AND - SO

LOW - STILL - REAL - ESTATE - AT - ASHEVILLE - NC

GREAT - CONVERSATION - SHARED - HOW - 2 - MAKE $$$

SO - WITH - LIBRARY - CARD - GOT - MY - DUES

BOOKS - AUTO - REPEATS - TWICE - UNLESS - SOMEONE

REQUESTS - BUT - SINCE - NO - LATE - FEE - ANYMORE I

DON’T - HAVE - 2 - WORRY - THOUGHT - ALL 3 - SAME DUE

DATE - SAID - THOUGH - 2 BOOKS - SAME - THICKNESS - 1

IS - SLIGHTLY - SMALLER - THE - FONT - SO - THEY - CAN

PUT - MORE - WORDS - INSIDE - SO - WAS - WORRIED

HOW - I - CAN - FINISH

DOES - TITLES - AND - WHEN - DUE

PUTTING - IN - MY - NOTES - AREAS - BUT - NO LATE FEE

ONLY - WHITE - OLD - MALE - SHARED - WHAT HAS FEES

NICHOLAS SPARKS - LIVES - IN - NORTH - CAROLINA

MEETING - AND - GETTING - HIS - AUTOGRAPH

I - LIKE - LOOKING - 4 - CHRISTIAN - BOOKSTORES ON

ONLINE - THEY - SELL - USED - BOOKS - WITH - JOEL

OSTEEN - AUTOGRAPHS - I - SAID - I - BUY - THOSE

APPROVED - BY - HIM

CONFIRMED - SENIOR - PASTOR - HOUSTON - TEXAS

WIFE - SAME - VICTORIA OSTEEN

AUTHORS - ALSO - LOVE - DR JERRY SAVELLE BOOKS

DR JESSE DUPLANTIS - KENNETH COPELAND - AND

GLORIA COPELAND - THEIR - BOOKS - I - BUY - CAN

GET - THEIR - AUTOGRAPHS - WHAT - I - WANT ALSO

1ST - EDITION - IN - EUROPE

HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSON

AUTOGRAPHED - ABOUT - $1,000 - $10,000 - EA BOOK

BUYING - THOSE - I’M - INTO - BOOKS - LIKE

‘THE - LITTLE - MERMAID’

I - HAVE - A - SHOPIFY - ONLINE - STORE - HOW - 2 BUY

ALL - THESE - PLACES - RESIDING - ALSO - IN - MIAMI 4

I - LIKE - NO - STATE - TAXES - ONLY - FEDERAL - IN - FL

LIKE - VERY - MUCH - ADDING - ASHEVILLE - NORTH

CAROLINA - NOT - LEAVING - MIAMI - NO - NO - LOVE

NO - STATE - TAXES - AND - NO - SNOW - ALSO LOVE

STRONG - WINDS - MIAMI - RIVER

INTEREST - BEARING - IN - MAKATI - 2 - INCREASE MY

MONEY - AND - TAX PAID - ONLY - ONE - WHO - DOES

SO - BLK - FEMALE - BEHIND - SO - CONVERSATION

ENDED - THUS - HERE’s - THE - LIST - LARGE PRINT

NICHOLAS SPARKS

‘THE - NOTEBOOK’ - 16 DEC 2023 - 10 DAYS - FR NOW

SMALLEST - BOOK - CAN - FINISH - TONIGHT

NO - LATE - FEE - RENEWS - 2 MONTHS - TOTAL AUTO

UNLESS - REQUESTED - BUT - NO - LATE - FEE

‘EVERY - BREATH’ - REAL - THICK - 20 DEC 2023

14 DAYS - FR - NOW - STARTING - TONIGHT

NEXT - YEAR - DUE

ALREADY - READ - A - LOT

‘AT - FIRST - SIGHT’ - 06 JAN 2024

GOT - ALL - 3 - FOR - THANKSGIVING - WEEK

BUT - COULDN’T - READ - ANY - BECAUSE OF

STREET - CLEANING - AND - TWICE - NOW 2

THEY’RE - DOING - EVERY - WEEK MY GUESS

BIBLE - ‘WORRY - NOT’ - HAPPY - HOLIDAYS

ADDING - 15 LBS - FOLDABLE - 14 INCH - HGT

OVER - $62 - MY - NEW - ABOVE - WHEELS &

COT - ATTACHED - ABOVE - SO - NICE - THEN

I - PUT - SLEEPING - BAG - ON - TOP - 4 - TRUE

4 FT - HEIGHT - HOW - LOW - SHOULD - B - 5 FT

STILL - ROOM - ABOVE - SIDES - STRONGEST

WINDS - AND - FR - FAST - CARS - NEVER PUT

FEET - OR - HANDS - 2 CLOSE - 2 - EDGES - IN

INSIDE - TENT - DON’T - PUT - FEET - HANDS

ON - TENT - INSIDE - STRONG - WINDS - AND

CARS’ - WIND - AS - SPEEDERS - SUPER YES

STRONG - MOVEMENT - SO - HEAVY - IS HAI

NEEDED - 2 - KEEP - ON - THE - GROUND AS

AFTER - DEADLY - HURRICANES - SEASON

01 JUN - 30 NOV - THE - STRONGEST - AUG

TO - OCT - EACH - YEAR - DECEMBER - AND

JANUARY - 75 MPH - WINDS - JANUARY - YES

BEING - THE - COLDEST - USA - AND WORLD

SO - EXCITED - ABOUT - SLEEPING - BAG ME

ASLEEP - AFTER - 5 MIN - AND - CONTINUOUS

NEVER - HAS - THAT - BEEN - MY EXPERIENCE

LOVE - CAMEL CROWN - TENTS - MOST - YES

GORGEOUS - INSIDE - CAN - READ - BOOKS 2

GREAT - LIGHT - INSIDE - BUT - I - CAN - STILL

SLEEP - BECAUSE - NICE - SOFTNESS - 4 MY

EYES - CAMEL - DISPLAYED - L - AND R SIDE

BLUE - SO - DOGS - AND - CATS - CAN - SEE

THIS - SHADE - BLUE - BEAUTIFUL - JUST - 1

OPENING - MOSQUITO - NET - HALFWAYS - 2

CLOSE - SO - NOT - 5 FT - ALL - THE WAY ALL

THE - TIME - SO - MY - ZIPPERS - BUSTED

TENT - FRONT - NOT - ALL - THE - WAY SO

MY - HANDS - 2 - GET - FOOD - LEFT - EACH

SATURDAY - 6:30A EST - OR - IF - DADS ARE

LIKE - MOMS - WORRIED - ABOUT - TEENS 2

THEY - BRING - UP - THAT - BOTTOM - 2 SEE

THEIR - KIDS - SAFELY - SLEEPING - 4 - YES

NECESSARY - PEEP - NOT - JUST - WHEN

THEY - ILLEGALLY - PUT - TENT - FLAP UP

‘UNREASONABLE - SEARCHES’ - BY - NON

OWNERS - 4TH - VIOLATED - THUS - LOVE

LOVE - WHERE - I - AM - SW 2 ST - AND THE

FRONT - OF - TENT - FACING - SW 2 AV - FL

FR - MIAMI - HAPPY - HOLIDAYS - TUMBLR 2

[missionaria-protectiva]

The stench of the capital hangs thick in the air when the carriage makes its way past the city’s guards, prompting you to scrunch your nose in disgust.

King's Landing ALWAYS catching strays (as it should)

She hesitantly reaches out to place a hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently in a reassuring manner, and flashes you an apologetic gaze. There are a few years separating the two of you, but your maid has been nothing if not your closest advisor and your only, true friend. 

LOVE reader's and Ysilla's friendship 🥺🥺🥺

There follow a few more chuckles at your words, and it’s obvious that more than one member of House Targaryen is charmed by you and your soft humor. If only they’d truly know you, how chaotic you can become. 

it's okay, it runs in the family

“Do not forget your manners,” he rasps, not mincing his words.  You’re not used to the protectiveness of your father, for he has never before displayed such demeanor toward you, and judging by the scowl on your cousin’s face, he’s not at all pleased about the interruption. 

Daemon and Aemond constantly beefing, matching each other's freak

But it’s the dragon egg that sits neatly on the sill of the hearth that suddenly wrecks the most havoc on you. The thing that has calmed you before makes you terribly aware of your flaws, happening so abruptly even though it has been by your side for so, so long. 

babygirl 🥺🥺🥺

“King Viserys wishes for me to find you a match among the nobility. He has deemed that it is time for you to marry.”

maybe Viserys should mind his own business, how about that

You narrow your eyes; hands remaining clenched. You stare at him with a look of pure defiance, ready to challenge him. Being pushed around by a man you hardly see more than once every five years isn’t something you envision about yourself. “Or what?”

I love that reader remains defiant and stands up for herself!! what an icon

“You would do best to remember your place, girl, a place that is so far below me at all times. You may have my blood, but you don’t have the legacy, and certainly not the power that comes with it.” 

ENOUGH, DAEMON! THAT'S YOUR DAUGHTER, CAN'T YOU SEE

If he wants you to meet the men he’s invited to court for you, you will play along and follow his orders, but no promise is made about you being on your best behavior. 

yeeees, fuck it up, queen!! I support her

“As a prince of the Royal family, everyone who resides in this castle is my business. And it is my particular interest to learn what has you so agitated this evening.”

oh, he's good

There’s the hint of something you can’t quite put your finger on in his gaze, something that crawls under your skin.  

horniness

the tension between Aemond and reader has me sweating fr 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Aemond silences you by crashing his lips against yours in a sudden rush of passion, and his tongue is quick to invade your mouth, tasting and teasing you at the same time.

OKOKOK IT'S HAPPENING, EVERYONE STAY CALM

“Look at you,” he rasps in between heavy breaths. “So desperate for relief that you can not even wait for me to whisk you away to some quiet corner of the world.”

and what about it?

good lord, the smut!! 😳😳😳

can't wait to see what happens next!!

OBJECT OF DESIRE (1/4)

Aemond Targaryen x female Reader

With your father being so insistent for you to marry some lord he’ll choose and your refusal of it, you’re more than interested in entertaining another option. And it would be stupid of you to let the idea of elopement with a man who could actually give you some power slip from your fingers.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; canon typical incest/targcest, dry humping, thigh riding, grinding

WORDS: 6 K

NOTES: It's based on a request I've received about Aemond being obsessed with Daemon's daughter. There's more to this story you'll find out in the future. Thank you for @happilyhertale for beta reading this (hdgdl) 🫶

A raven from King’s Landing, bidding for you to come to the capital, has reached Runestone two moons ago, though no distinct reason was stated in the explicit request. The question whether Ser Gerold should have gotten you ready to send you off never has never arisen with the signature of your father below, although you could spot a flicker of hesitation cross his features back when he has read the letter. 

But there was no way he was going to deny Daemon Targaryen; not if he wanted Runestone to last longer, and not be burned down by the merciless flames of his dragon, Caraxes. 

You can hardly remember the Blood Wyrm, except for his sparse roar and lean frame, but the stories are enough to know that he very much resembles his rider and his restless and chaotic temperament. That makes you three. 

Even less you can remember the city whose gates you’ve just passed. 

That’s because you’ve been to King’s Landing only once before, brought by your father to be presented to the King before he left you to grow up as a ward and the future Lady of Runestone alongside your mother’s cousin. And being but a moon's turn old back then, you were far too young to remember anything; not the short ride on the back of his dragon in honor of the king’s approval, and certainly not the people that had smothered you in attention afterwards.

The stench of the capital hangs thick in the air when the carriage makes its way past the city’s guards, prompting you to scrunch your nose in disgust. Your handmaids are more practiced at not letting their disgust show, and try to occupy their minds by straightening the skirts and fixing the clasps of your dress. 

You would have liked to appear at the Red Keep in the bronzish riding attire you’ve worn back when Ser Gerold plucked you off your horse after your attempt to prolong the departure; riding at the front of your entourage and making a statement. But your father has requested the change of your attire beforehand, even going as far as sending an envoy with the dress for you to get it fitted before the five-and-twenty day long travel. 

It has made your father’s aversion to everything you stand for more than apparent, considering the dress rather matches the attire of House Targaryen than House Royce. But half of his blood also flows through your veins, so you choose to silently swallow the obvious offense, having heard of it more often than not by Ser Gerold and the staff. 

And the dress isn’t too bad, after all. It’s not something you would have picked out yourself, but there definitely could be far worse options. It’s simple, not made out of silk but something equally expensive, and more sturdy. The fabric is a softer, dark gray with dragon scale pieces running along the shoulders, the forearms and the collar. The clasps securing the belt around your waist and the cuffs are metal findings that resemble dragon feet, if you’d have to guess, and make it obvious that you’re a dragon in all but name. 

The closer you get to the Red Keep, the more nervous your maids become. Taming your tousled waves hasn’t been an easy task, barely mastered by pulling them back into a half-up-half down hairstyle to keep the rest of your tresses open while the majority stays out of your face, yet Ysilla keeps on finding one loose strand after the other to smoothen out. 

“That is enough, Ysilla. There can be hardly any more hair left for you to comb,” you say, gently swatting the hand of the older maid away. 

She looks at you with shy eyes. “Y-Yes, you’re quite correct, my lady,” she gulps, lowering her hand and sitting back in her seat.

You sigh, and any anger you’ve felt before upon being summoned into the dragon’s lair vanishes, replaced by anxiety. “Believe me, I would love to be back at Runestone just as much as you do, alas, it is not possible.”

The nod she gives you has you setting your jaw, your gaze briefly flitting to the stoney, gray dragon egg that lays in your lap. It’s a solace, and although the egg hasn’t hatched, it makes you aware that a part of you indeed belongs to the strangers that so eagerly expect your arrival. 

“My lady, may I speak freely?” Ysilla eventually asks, catching your attention. 

“You may,” you affirm. 

“Do you have any idea why the Prince Daemon has requested your presence in King’s Landing?”

Taking in a deep breath, you shrug your shoulders. “I do, and I am certain you do as well, but we have yet to find out if our stay will be a pleasant one or not.”

She hesitantly reaches out to place a hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently in a reassuring manner, and flashes you an apologetic gaze. There are a few years separating the two of you, but your maid has been nothing if not your closest advisor and your only, true friend. 

“It is daunting, yes,” you mumble with a smile that hardly reaches your eyes. 

You peek out of the carriage’s window as it comes to a halt a little roughly, causing one of your maids to stumble to the side with a loud gasp, and you bite your tongue to keep quiet.

All of the sudden, you’re well aware that you’ve reached your destination, and that you’ll probably be face to face with the man that has forced this misery on you in a matter of minutes. 

Not knowing what to expect, you silently exit the carriage the moment you hear the guard announce your arrival, handing the egg over to the one you trusted most, Ysilla, instructing her to place it in a warm spot in your chambers. 

She has also given you a detailed lecture of who’s most likely to greet you and how to make them out. So, you know that it’s Alicent Hightower and her father Otto standing at the front of the party, followed closely by her four children. The lack of the King leaves you wondering if he has to attend more important matters than greet the future Lady of Runestone and her entourage, although it takes a good bit of pressure from your shoulders. 

A bit away from the crowd, lingering in the background and close to the castle’s entrance, is none other than your father, and though it has been a few moons, or rather years, since you’ve seen him last, he has not aged a day. 

You find his gaze, and as quickly as the anger arises, it subsides, the smooth voice of Alicent catching your attention. “Lady Y/N,” she says, and it takes a moment for your lilac eyes to dart from your father’s to her hazel ones. There is a soft smile on her lips, a stark contrast to the stoic expressions of everyone around her. “It is lovely to see you again. It’s been years since we have seen you last.”

Bobbing a small curtsy, you return her smile and calm your fluttering nerves by merely focusing on her. “It’s a pleasure to have received the invitation, Your Grace,” you blatantly lie, a smile matching hers draped over your features. “I would say that I am more than pleased to be here again, but alas, I do not have any recollection of the few days I have spent in King’s Landing.” It’s a light-hearted joke, and with the way her eyes wrinkle you know she’s not cross with you. 

“How was your journey from Runestone, my dear?”

“Long and tiresome, to be sure,” you say with a chuckle. “It felt endless, but when I saw the gates of the castle come into view it was a sigh of relief, I can definitely say.”

There follow a few more chuckles at your words, and it’s obvious that more than one member of House Targaryen is charmed by you and your soft humor. If only they’d truly know you, how chaotic you can become. 

After inviting you to join her to break your fast in the morrow, the queen steps aside to make room for the other individuals to greet you. Something of the soft-spoken and calm demeanor of Helaena rubs off on you as she announces her participation in the breaking of the fast, and you momentarily forget that there are more important matters that await you. 

Aemond and Aegon have been standing silently in the back, giving way to Helaena and Daeron, and just watch the scene play out without really paying you any mind. 

That is, until King Viserys’ second son takes the opportunity to step forward, studying you for a moment before you’re allowed to hear his voice for the first time. The quiet, observing demeanor has been replaced by an edge of arrogance, as if something in him has been stirred. 

“Lady Y/N, I do not believe we have been introduced before. I am Prince Aemond Targaryen. ‘Tis a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” 

Keeping your tone polite and formal, you nod your head once. “Indeed we have not,” you say, “for you have not been much older than me when my father brought me here to receive the King‘s blessings. But it truly is a pleasure to finally meet you, Prince Aemond.”

A chill runs down your spine as his eye roams your form from top to bottom one more time, and you’re certain you see his tongue wet his lips briefly. “Oh, I’m sure we would have gotten along just swimmingly as children,” he says in a playful tone. 

You look to the side curtly, nervous to have him staring at you so openly without shame. You’re used to men staring at you like that, since you have been raised around the men of the Vale your whole life with most of them thinking women were nothing more than broodmares and possessions to be traded at will, but it’s different when it’s a prince whose intentions aren’t quite clear to you. Yet. 

“I have no doubt we would have, Prince Aemond,” you reply, “... perhaps we still will.”

You can see him trying to fight his lips from pulling into a smirk. “I would love nothing more than to put that to the test, my lady.” 

The true meaning of his words has you pressing your lips into a thin line, a slight blush covering the apples of your cheeks. But before you can say anything in return, you spot your father making his way through the crowd of his relatives, bringing a hand to his nephew’s shoulder and pulling him back slightly as if he means to bring him down to Earth again. “Do not forget your manners,” he rasps, not mincing his words. 

Raising a hand, Daemon calls for a guard without so much regarding you. “Bring my daughter to her chambers, so she can settle into her temporary home.”

You’re not used to the protectiveness of your father, for he has never before displayed such demeanor toward you, and judging by the scowl on your cousin’s face, he’s not at all pleased about the interruption. 

The guard ushers you away from the scene, bringing you into the confines of Maegor’s Holdfast, and leading you towards the apartments you will occupy and call home for an unknown amount of time.

There are many thoughts racing through your mind on your way, especially after the brief encounter with Aemond, but the most prominent ones are the Valyrian customs and their engagement in incestuous marriages, leaving you wondering whether that fate will also include you in the future. 

A part of you wishes for it, but the other part hopes it doesn’t. You’re not opposed to the idea, but it’s just that you don’t quite feel worthy of it. For all your life you’ve dreamt of finding a noble lord as husband, an ordinary lord if that’s what you can call it, and not one that is bonded with a beast that’s able to cross continents in mere hours. 

When the door to your chambers opens, your maids already scurry through the room, unpacking your clothes and belongings. But it’s the dragon egg that sits neatly on the sill of the hearth that suddenly wrecks the most havoc on you. The thing that has calmed you before makes you terribly aware of your flaws, happening so abruptly even though it has been by your side for so, so long. 

No, you don’t want an ordinary man, you’re afraid that they deem you ordinary for lacking a dragon in a family full of dragonlords. 

Staring at the piece of stone, gaze tracing over the several scales littered all over it, you don’t register the multiple attempts of Ysilla to gain your attention by clearing her throat. You’re in a trance, processing something that has unconsciously accompanied you for all your life, and it’s your maid’s hand gently coming to your shoulder that causes you to flinch. 

“My lady,” she says, curtsying deep to you. “I apologize, but I believe you are to report to Prince Daemon’s chambers. It appears that he has requested your presence without delay.”

Smoothing down your gown in a manner befitting of a young lady making an appearance before her father she hasn’t seen in so long; you try to cover the apprehension that graces your features. “Did my father specify what it is about?”  

Ysilla shakes her head. “I am afraid not, my Lady.”

Inhaling a deep breath, you bow your head once. “Very well,” you reply, taking your leave with the guard that has been positioned at the door to your quarters bringing you to the room in question. 

You use the distance to prepare yourself for what awaits you behind the heavy, iron-bound doors, but still are ambushed when you see your father sitting at the small table, clearly waiting for your arrival.

While there briefly has been time for you to dwell on the anger you feel upon being called to King’s Landing on your father’s order, knowing all too well what the reason for it is, you don’t manage to keep your emotions at bay the moment your eyes meet.

“What is this all about, father?” you ask bluntly upon stepping into the room, prompting your father to raise a brow. “I have not heard from you in years, and then I receive a raven meant to summon me to King’s Landing. What for?”

In moments like these, you resemble your mother more than he would like to admit, you can spot the disgust flicker in his eyes, but it’s also visible that he’s impressed by the mannerisms in you that are distinctly his. 

He releases a deep breath, gesturing to the vacant place opposite of him, “sit.”

Approaching the table while still keeping a fair distance, you ball your hands to fist and shake your head. “I demand an answer,” you say, speaking firmly and confidently.

The smirk that briefly crosses your father’s features causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up, almost enough to make you submit to him. He then rubs his palm flatly over the table, seemingly soothing his anger. “And I demand obedience,” his voice is sharp, and you know there’s no way you will leave his chambers alive if you don’t comply with his command, “now sit.”

Setting your jaw, you reluctantly sit down in the chair, leaning back to keep a comfortable distance to your father. 

“King Viserys wishes for me to find you a match among the nobility. He has deemed that it is time for you to marry.”

There comes no voiced reaction from you, having expected it to be the main reason for your visit, but you do clench and unclench your fingers to handle the storm of emotions raging within you. 

Licking your lips, you contemplate over what to say next. “I am a woman grown and soon to be the Lady of Runestone. If anything, I can decide if and when I want to marry.” Your words come with a lilt of arrogance; but you keep your expression stern.

The amused chuckle he releases at your words makes your stomach drop, and he looks at you with the knowledge that your thoughts on your position are not quite in line with your true status. 

“I’m afraid that’s not how it works,” he replies sternly. 

You jut your chin at, looking at your father defiantly. “So, I don’t have a say in this?” 

Daemon shakes his head, and it seems as if there’s pity in his gaze as it flits down to his hand. 

“I will not wed without getting a say on whom I wed.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a sigh. “Count your blessings, daughter,” he says in a condescending manner. “Most girls are forced by their fathers to marry whomever is given to them, but you are not going to be one of them. It is only by the King’s good will and good graces that he allows me to invite several suitors to court to woo for your hand. Be grateful.”

“And why should I trust that you’ll find a match worthy of me? Invite a man that is to my liking? It should be Ser Gerold arranging it for me, not you. You hardly know me.”

His jaw sets at your words, and it’s clear his patience runs thin, not having expected to be met with a reflection of himself when he called you to court. “Enough,” he says sharply. “I have a responsibility to the crown and the realm to ensure you are wed to a man fitting your station. It is not your place to question the men I call to court to vie for your hand. And you would do well to remember that.”

You narrow your eyes; hands remaining clenched. You stare at him with a look of pure defiance, ready to challenge him. Being pushed around by a man you hardly see more than once every five years isn’t something you envision about yourself. “Or what?”

His expression is one of cold, almost mocking amusement as his eyes take you in, clearly seeing much of himself in you. But he also knows he has to squash such defiance immediately. “You may toy with the lowly fools of stableboys you entertain at your whim, but I suggest you watch your tone when speaking to me, girl.” 

You grit your teeth at his words, a look of unbridled determination on your face. “I am not the meek and submissive wench you expect me to be,” you hiss. “And I am certainly not a cow to be pawned off to the highest bidder. If anything, I am a dragon.”

If there is one thing you know about your father, it’s that he isn’t one for idle threats, always going straight for the jugular. And when his eyes narrow, you expect to be struck where it hurts. “You would do best to remember your place, girl, a place that is so far below me at all times. You may have my blood, but you don’t have the legacy, and certainly not the power that comes with it.” 

Tears of anger brim in your eyes at his words; your glare making it obvious just how much your blood is boiling inside of you. The burn of his words reaches your heart, and although you're tempted to lash out at him, you have to admit defeat. Turning away from his glare, only fueling the humiliation that courses through your veins, you clench your jaw tightly. 

Aiming to put you back in your place, your father decides to go one last time to provoke a reaction. “If you want to put up a challenge, at least have the wits not to let your tongue runoff like some spoiled brat.”

“May I leave now?” you ask sternly, keeping your head turned to the side. 

Your father scoffs at the request, and doesn’t give you the satisfaction of immediately granting it to you. The silence stretches on for just a few more moments, enjoying to see you defiant but defeated, knowing he has succeeded. 

“You may leave – on my graces alone,” he says, watching as you all but jump up to bring as much space as possible between you. You’re just about to walk out of the door when you hear his voice ring out once again, but you don’t stop for him. 

“You are to receive suitors in two days, so you best prepare yourself for it.”

You press your lips into a thin line, and your shoulders tense at his words. If he wants you to meet the men he’s invited to court for you, you will play along and follow his orders, but no promise is made about you being on your best behavior. 

Hurrying through the halls of Maegor‘s Holdfast, you don’t really see much with your vision blurred by tears, and that you don‘t know how to navigate the keep doesn‘t help either. 

The Red Keep, as vast as it is, consists of innumerable corridors and holds many dark corners, most of which are rarely seen by others and seldom used, and you happen to stumble into one of them. There’s little to no traffic, and you blame it on most of the courtiers and servants tending to stick to the first and second floors, rather than the upper levels that are used by the royal family and a selected group of highborn individuals. Such as you. 

There are a few guards stationed every now and then, but the last one you saw was the one guarding your father’s chambers, the guard charged with protecting yours clearly back at his post. 

Rounding a corner, you’re caught off guard as you almost bump into someone on your way. The person stops short and is quick to sidestep to make room for you, and with them not moving, it’s clear they probably expect an apology. 

You stop in your tracks and wipe your eyes before looking at the person whom you’ve inconvenienced, and you’re certain it couldn’t get any worse when you notice it’s none other than Aemond. 

His chin is slightly tilted to the ceiling as he looks down at you, barely phased by your sniffing and the dried tears on your skin. 

“Whatever ‘tis you are trying to run from, you will find no refuge down this corridor,“ he notes, raising a brow as he watches you wipe the tears with the back of your hand. 

His smooth voice doesn’t stop you from frowning, and you look at him with reddened eyes. He‘s standing tall, easily towering over you, and the eyepatch doesn’t make him any less intimidating in this dimly lit part of the castle. 

“I… it‘s-,“ you sigh, closing your eyes. “My apologies, Prince Aemond. I am not running from anything.“

Aemond‘s eye roams your form, assessing you, and a grin takes over his features. “It‘s quite alright, my lady,“ he hums. “What is it that has you in such a foul mood this evening?“

You set your jaw, biting back the anger and irritation at the thoughts of your father’s words. Your fists are now clenched tightly at your sides, and for a moment, he’s sure he’s pissed you off beyond the point of no return by just crossing your path. “I’m sure it would be none of your business if I told you,” you reply curtly, looking at the ground. 

But Aemond isn’t having any of it, if anything, he appears to enjoy being met with someone that doesn’t bow to him. “Ah, but you see that’s exactly where you’re wrong, my lady,” he says, taking a step closer to you to which you react by taking one back, just reluctantly stepping out of his vicinity. He towers over you, looming presence enough to replace the distress you’ve felt by inquisitiveness. “As a prince of the Royal family, everyone who resides in this castle is my business. And it is my particular interest to learn what has you so agitated this evening.”

Something in his gaze turns more serious, and if there remains the flash of a smirk on his lips, it’s so subtle you barely notice it. But that might also be because you don’t have it in you to break the prolonged eye contact. There’s the hint of something you can’t quite put your finger on in his gaze, something that crawls under your skin.  

“I assume it has something to do with the many noble lords flocking to the city to woo you as we speak. I can only imagine how annoying it must be to have everyone trying to charm you,” he says, a sarcastic lilt in his voice. 

You cross your arms in front of your chest. There’s truth in his words, but the way he voices it feels degrading, making you nervous to the point you cave in; your shoulders dropping slightly. “It’s my father,” you say with a huff of breath. “He’s so bloody insistent on me marrying some lord of the Realm, but I have absolutely no interest in doing so.”

“What a coincidence,” Aemond hums, advancing at you. You’re backed up against the wall, trapped with nothing standing between you. “Because I have absolutely no interest in you being married off to some other man as well.”

You feel your pulse quicken with his words and every single one of his steps, heat crossing your cheeks. Your gaze flits to your feet and back up, only to see him still staring at you. 

Biting your bottom lip, Aemond takes that as his cue to continue speaking. “You know you wouldn’t have to go through with this ordeal if you decided to elope with someone special.” 

You jut out your chin, and half-lidded eyes gaze up at him. “I’m curious, my prince,” you counter, licking your lips. “What would this special person look like?”

Watching him bring up a hand to rest on the wall next to your head, you struggle with not letting him see just how much you melt in his presence. You know what he’s referring to, and the thought seems enticing, all the more in the prospect of him not striking you as the kind of lord you detest more than anything.

With your father being so insistent for you to marry some lord he’ll choose and your refusal of it, you’re more than interested in entertaining another option.  

“Someone like me, for example,” he says, holding himself with so much arrogance, so much self-confidence.

His offer makes you consider the circumstances. You’re half Targaryen without a dragon, while he has claimed the biggest dragon alive when he was a child, and it would be stupid of you to let the idea of elopement with a man who could actually give you some power slip from your fingers. Taking in a deep breath, you look to the side with vulnerability glimmering in your eyes.   

“I imagine that– well, I would have to have a dragon to be a suitable match for someone that has claimed the mighty Vhagar.”

Taking the opportunity given to him and taking advantage of your moment of weakness, he caresses the side of your face with a gentle hand; his head dipping forwards to bring his mouth on a level with your ear. You feel the warmth radiating off of him, prompting your heart to pound in your throat.

“That seems like quite the predicament, my lady,” he says, a hint of amusement woven in his voice. “However, I may have a solution to your problem.”

His words make your head snap back towards him so fast, it’s surprising he doesn’t flinch; and most importantly, he doesn’t shy away from the proximity. You feel his breath fan over your lips, but the temptation of claiming your own dragon is just too irresistible for you to care. A dragon is a symbol of power and status, a way to take control over your own life, and to make a difference – clearly befitting for the future Lady of Runestone. 

And what woman in her right mind would refuse the chance to claim such a wondrous beast herself? 

“And that is?” you voice your curious inquiry. 

“A dragon is not what is stopping us,” he rasps, eye glinting as he notices your curiosity. You’re definitely not averse to the idea. “Elope with me, and I shall get you one. The Bronze Fury, Vermithor. I dare say he might be a good fit for a woman of your temperament.”

You fail to conceal the slight reddening of your cheeks, just as much as the change in your breathing at his words. Everything he says sounds like sorcery to you; the offer to help you claim a dragon of your own, even mentioning a dragon in question, it all piques your curiosity. You’re hooked, and that’s his last move to reel you in. 

“If only it were that simple,” you hum, leaning closer towards him. “How exactly would we–”

Aemond silences you by crashing his lips against yours in a sudden rush of passion, and his tongue is quick to invade your mouth, tasting and teasing you at the same time. The protest dies on your tongue in the aftermath, as if he knows you might be doubting him and his intentions, and this will be the only way for him to get what he wants.

His free hand slides down your side, tracing your curves in search of grasping on any part of your body, settling on your hip. You sling your arms around his neck immediately, accepting and embracing his advances.

A spark of something familiar ignites in the pit of your belly, something that has you pulling back just slightly to gasp. You were so lost in the kiss, that you haven’t paid any mind to him nudging your legs apart to place his in between, firmly pressing his muscular thigh against your clothed mound. 

Your thighs lock around his in response, that friction alone granting you a good bit of pleasure that has you whimpering, and you hesitantly grind your hips against it once. 

There’s a moment where neither of you moves in the following. He expects you to suddenly play the coy lady, to push him away and storm off, but when that doesn’t come, he can’t help but scoff. 

“Look at you,” he rasps in between heavy breaths. “So desperate for relief that you can not even wait for me to whisk you away to some quiet corner of the world.”

He doesn’t expect an answer, not that you could give him one, and is quick to dive forwards to swallow down any further whimpers and gasps that spill past your lips as his hand starts to move your body in a push and pull motion. 

It is iniquitous, but you’ve done far worse things before, and with this corridor lying relatively deserted and therefore sparsely manned, you don’t even bother to worry about someone coming upon you.

The pleasure blooming between your legs is enough to encourage you to grind against his thigh on your own, although you’re certain that if you were to touch him, you’d come to the realization that he’s hard and just as wanting as you are. 

With the thick skirts of your dress and your smallclothes rubbing your sensitive pearl each time your hips drag over his thigh, you get somewhat off-balance, holding onto his shoulders for leverage while the kiss becomes all teeth and tongue, devouring each other with passion and fire. 

You roll your hips back and forth, alternating between short, quick movements and long drags against him, your shoulders dropping as you’re completely consumed by pleasure. The friction is almost too much, rubbing you sore despite your cunt being soaked in your arousal - but you’re far too lost to really care. 

Your lips release his to catch your breath, and with the pleasure in your belly soaring to the surface, you can’t stop yourself from tilting your head back to whimper into the Red Keep’s chilly night air. Aemond immediately seizes the opportunity to mouth along the column of your throat, before gently sinking his teeth into it. 

Your hips increase the pace with the slight sting his teeth bring, chasing the sensation that bubbles inside of you. The taste of copper fills your mouth from how harshly you bite down on your bottom lip, the intimidating and domineering side of him feeding something in you you didn’t know was there. 

He brings your face on level with his again to just watch yours contort in pleasure, dark blown eye practically glued to your scrunched features. And if you weren’t so consumed by it all, you probably would have noticed the glimmer of affection flashing in it. His other hand comes off the wall to find your hip to help you grind down on his thigh, and it’s a massive undertaking for you to keep your legs steady to support yourself. 

Aemond is not ashamed to groan and pant with you, and although his groans are much quieter than yours, and you know your movements don’t grant enough friction for him to reach completion, each sound that fans over your face brings you closer to yours. 

“That’s it,” he rasps the words against your swollen lips in between fervent panting, not audible to anyone else but you, “peak for me.” There’s innocence in the way he says it, but the possessive demand is not to be doubted and exactly what you need to hear. 

The pleasure ripples through you in twitches, and your cunt spasms and clenches around nothing with your thighs squeezing his for dear life. It’s a frustrating feeling that is hardly surpassed by the relief that washes over you, but for now you’ll have to make do with it. 

“Look at you,” he coos, his voice thick with arousal and desire. “My my, aren’t you a good and obedient girl?” His praise makes you dizzy and longing for more, and if it wasn’t for him taking a step back from you, the lack of his thigh between your legs making the uncomfortable burn more than prominent, you would have done everything to tear the breeches right off of him. 

You look at him with wide, glazy eyes, your mouth agape. “I–what…” you trail off, wanting to take a step towards him. But you’re stopped by his hand coming to your waist, keeping a fair distance between you. It’s obvious he struggles to hold himself back, and you pray to the Seven for him to allow the thin thread to snap. 

“I will come back,” he says, his words doing little to mend the rising doubts that perhaps you were exploited, the satisfied smirk adorning his features not helping either. “I will have my prize, and I will claim what is rightfully mine.”

And with that, he disappears down the hallway until you lose him in your line of sight. Everything that remains of him now is the aching between your legs and the rich blent of leather and sandalwood lingering in your nostrils, leaving you to be alone with your thoughts. 

The encounter was as abrupt as it was passionate, and you just now start to process everything that was said and has happened, and how you’ve felt every emotion possible in such a short amount of time. 

With your heart hammering in your chest, you retire into the opposite direction, wandering the sleeping castle, eventually finding a corridor that seems familiar enough and brings you to your chambers. 

You hardly find sleep that night with your mind too occupied, wondering when will be the next time you’ll hear of him. 

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[snowddeong]

ryeji fairytale au really came home fr 😭 yeji charming looks so good I might actually have to rethink what I originally wrote. Maybe it could be Yeji and Ryujin are both princes from warring nations sent on a fools errand to rescue some princes they've never met because traditionTM but along the way they end up falling for each other instead.

Also maybe there's actually no princess and they get trapped in there cause something something something "true love's kiss" or whatever which only works after they admit their feelings for one another

[covenlegacy]

At this point, people should just shut up lol. It's fine if someone has a crush on the celeb, is obsessed ect like it's their problem and not urs. Why do peole get all defensive and jealous as soon as someone confesses their feelings? Like, ya all show your true side when attacking those people like they are a threat to you, fr.

Omg, anon i agree with it and the whole rest. Finally someone with brain. I bet none of them thought twice about consequences. They think they're some prince charming but it's typical for someone very young and immature to lack this consciousness. Most of people over 20, 25 won't think this way.

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[itsmaferart]

Twiyor parallelism • Romantic approach

One great thing about Spy x Family is the way Endo tries to frame his own idea of what "a romance" is. I'm not sure if this is a deliberate decision, as he prefers to focus on denser and more influential themes, such as war, consequences and the search for peace in each character…. Or if simply, Endo is not so comfortable and sees the typical romantic moments as a forced construction of a relationship between two characters….

And it's in the way it draws a linea between idealized fantasy and the genuine feelings (of love) of a family. This is not only a difference you can notice within the SxF universe, but also as a viewer.

If we analyze Nightfall and Becky's perspective a bit we can clearly see that their idea of love/romance for Twilight/Loid are actually projections of their own desires on a person who fits perfectly

According to Nightfall logic, she will prove that she is perfect, to the extent of being the only woman worthy to be at Twilight's side. She has been his student and comrade on missions, so she has been by his side, has examined multiple roles, memorizing his exemplary 'fake smile'. Nightfall loves Twilight, the perfect spy, the man of a thousand faces, a professional in the art of espionage who foresees a thousand scenarios in his head long before they happen.

Then, Twilight would suddenly discover how perfect she is, having an epiphany of feelings that make him fall madly in love with her (?)

Which makes Nightfall unaware that the man she's in love with (or at least, his spy side) is totally removed from that illusion.

That is a FANTASY

The initial Twilight (her teacher) is a cold, distant man who is not interested in having a relationship because he has discarded that kind of personal happiness, much less would he do so with a WISE colleague.

Twilight is someone with many emotional conflicts, due to the barriers he has created for himself because of his own past. Nightfall wants to awaken those buried feelings while pushing the distant Twilight fr to love, and who has always told him to isolate himself from his own personal desires and feelings.

So… Nightfall's love for her master may be genuine and born out of her genuine admiration for Twilight's motivation to create a better world. But it is unsustainable when it comes to building that love into a marriage, because the Twilight that Nightfall dreams of doesn't really exist, rendering her efforts to impress him futile.

After all, this is not what Twilight is really looking for (at least, his true self).

In itself, Nightfall loves the perfection of Twilight, the perfection of the spy. Because that's what she longs for the most, a love story where she is perfect in someone's eyes perfect.

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And well…. Is it necessary to talk about Becky? I think it's much more obvious how everything Becky dreams of is a much more exaggerated fantasy, a love story where she fights with her rival to get the heart of her prince charming (for starters, Twilight could literally be her dad xD).

It is here that Endo's joke about romance becomes more blatant and obvious. The perfect romance is a childish fantasy straight out of a soap opera.

We know that Becky does not love Loid. She loves the fantasy she has created around him. For her, romance is synonymous with maturity, and Becky projects herself as a more mature child than the rest of her age group. At the same time, she wishes for a love story full of drama and happiness.

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In contrast, the relationship Loid (Twilight) and Yor build is perhaps the most mundane. (in a good way).

Yes, they are an assassin and a spy, who got married each other to the sound of a grenade. But at the end of the day, it's the two of them sitting comfortably in a living room, on an armchair, drinking a cup of hot tea/coffee.

Endo shows us that many times, that real and genuine love is made of those small moments of intimacy, where nothing big is happening. Just two people talking from the sincerity of their feelings, two people supporting each other, remembering that "you don't always have to be perfect", "being yourself is what matters".

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It's wrong for romance to be fantasy?

No, of course not!!

It is natural that the first desire you have with a partner is to have an approximation, especially if it is physical. Like the idea of him holding your hands while he professes his desires of you (As Fiona and Becky would say, "make a move.")

The problem with idealized romance, is that it creates a sweep that prevents us from genuinely getting closer to the real person we love. There is so much focus on personal wants and desires that we are blind to the true needs of the other person.

Nightfall's biggest drawback is that she is so focused on what she wants and what she thinks Twilight needs that she is not able to see the emotional needs that her master has (although, being fair… He doesn't know either, right?). The funny thing about Becky and Nightfall's love is the huge contrast to Loid (Twilight) and Yor's real relationship. Both are constantly looking for perfection in Loid /Twilight's actions, forgotten that there is only a tired man with stomach aches from his ulcers.

The difference for Yor, is that she is not expecting greatness in Loid, or if she really dreams that he is an idea man she is looking for. He is perfect, just the way he is. Twilight and Yor may not be very intimate for many, because of the lack of physical closeness between them, and because every time something seems to happen, someone gets hurt (sometimes Yuri, sometimes Twilight)…. or because we don't see them caught up in these fantasies for each other.

But …. is it really like that?

The amazing thing about the fake marriage between Loid (Twilight) and Yor is that the kind of intimacy they have is perhaps the most difficult to achieve but the most valuable in the long run. And that is being at peace with each other, talking about those things you would never talk about with anyone else, enjoying each other's company only, speaking from the sincerity of your feelings and affirming a thousand times that you would never change anything about each other and would choose them as your partner again and again (for life).

This is the true romance within a marriage.

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So… we haven't seen progress in their relationship?

Sure we have, lots of times. But these are much more subtle and simple than we expect. We know that they both cook dinner together (as a couple), and have selected the stores to buy what they need for the house (as a couple), they buy the ingredients for dinner or cleaning products the other asks for (as a couple), Yor takes her husband's clothes to the dry cleaners, Loid makes delicious food for his wife,They say goodbye at the door (as a couple).... both look at each other as if they were the most wonderful people they have ever met in their lives.

(If these two have not kissed it is because they are basically two idiots).

Every time a romance is forced between them, something bad always happens, simply because it is not the right way it should happen. Unlike when the two approach each other being authentic.

I don't think that in the future, these two will have problems with physical intimacy. We're talking about a man who took a second to REALLY ask his fake wife to marry him (I'm sure if Yor didn't kick him to the curb he would have asked her for a wild honeymoon that very night)...Or that Yor in a fit of confidence pushed her fake husband, cornered him, and climbed on top of him.

I'm serious, these two are craving for physical love, what they want to admit!!

In the end, the engine of a true couple is not in the touch of their hands but in the touch of their hearts.