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[uraandri]

Citizens of Belgrade have been, for the last two days, even more confused upon entering public transport, if such a thing was even possible.

[endless-ineffabilities]

Maroon (part three)

modern!Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

a/n: proposed ages of the characters in this series - Viserys (64), Daemon (55), Alicent (53), Rhaenyra (44), Aemond (26), Helaena (25), Daeron (22), Aegon (30), Lucerys (22), Jacaerys (25), Joffrey (15), Alys (35) ---- as much as I'd like to pretend this took 5 minutes... heh. The Math simply wasn't Mathing for a long while. Anywho, just thought I'd write this in since I've aged up the characters.

Also - with all the time I've spent on this fic, I've decided to ultimately restructure part three. So part four will cover the night of the Dragonstone ball, where it's all about to go down.

themes/warnings: angst!, mutual pining, jealous!Aemond, language, description of accident/injury, Aemond in his stalker era

word count: 8.7k

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Everything that occurs leading up to the Dragonstone ball - the outcome of the accident, Aemond struggling with his current state, and the reader left hoping for a love, that perhaps, never truly was.

Lucerys Velaryon has already garnered quite the reputation, at only 22 years old. 

A darling of the masses, everyone loved the young heir to Driftmark, a great company built by his grandfather, the notorious shipping tycoon, Corlys Velaryon.

But having the name Velaryon is a double-edged sword for Luke.

It only increases his privilege and prestige, already being a Targaryen on his mother’s side. Luke is set for life; he has everything he could ever need at his disposal. As a young boy, he has always enjoyed cars. Tinkering with them under the guidance of his father Laenor, as well as his uncle Daemon. Luke got himself into kart racing at the age of 9. Illegal street racing, much to his mother’s disappointment, at the age of 14. And just recently, he has been competing in Formula 2 division racing.

From the outside, he is just like any other boy. Apart from the fact that his family is literally worth billions, that is. 

But Luke has never been content. He has never been self-assured, borne out of the truth, one that everyone simply chooses not to mention, that Laenor Velaryon is not his true father. That he is a bastard, and therefore, not the rightful heir to Driftmark. He has always known this, despite his mother’s pleas otherwise. He knows this each time he hears the employees of Driftmark whisper amongst themselves after he passes by. Whenever he is invited to sit in the council meeting of the company, he feels his true status in how the shareholders disregard his opinions like he’s just some intern.

He grew up amidst the tension between himself and his brothers, and their young uncles, especially Aemond. When Aemond and Lucerys were growing up together, they simply did not learn to exist well around one another. Luke had bullied his young uncle long ago - an act of rebellion, of a boy growing up with resentment in his bones -  when Aemond had been weak and scrawny as a child. Aemond retaliated in kind; but he finally matured and found some inner calm in his mid-twenties. A year or two before you met him.

Luke's uneasiness has only worsened, now that he is nearly set to take his place on Driftmark. Since his family hails from Valyria, everyone expects them to uphold the tradition of only passing down inheritance to rightful heirs. Never bastard children or outliers.

But what the hell. Luke has never been one to follow the rules. His very existence does not abide by them, so why should he?

The night of the accident, Luke had to sit in yet another board meeting for the company. This time, Aemond was there too. Only he was treated as he should, being a Targaryen. Like someone capable, someone worthy. 

It should not have made any difference, really. Luke thought he was used to it all by now - the stares, the hushed whispers, the poorly masked scorn. They think Aegon or Aemond to be more competent. If the board had their way, it would not be Luke who would inherit Driftmark. Perhaps, his grandfather’s brother, Vaemond. Or hell, even his cousins Baela and Rhaena, though they never expressed any interest in the business.

Anyone but Luke.

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As a child, Aemond Targaryen saw himself as some kind of a ghost. A spectre simply moving around his family, their company, their horde of sycophants. Not the first to be considered. Not the designated heir to anything. The second son of the owner and chief executive of Dragonstone, and his much younger, barely beloved second wife.

Once upon a time, his father Viserys had been well and truly happy. 

He was married to the love of his life, Aemma, and they had a lovely daughter who was loved by all due to her charm and fiery nature. 

When Aemma passed in childbirth, Viserys had been near inconsolable. But he could not remain so for very long. Soon enough, his board of trustees, his advisors, urged him to remarry. He did not have an heir yet after all, and as per tradition, he soon needed to have a son so that he might raise him to become the next CEO and owner of their business empire.

But Viserys decided to essentially bypass such tradition, for less than a year after his wife’s passing, he had publicly announced his only daughter as his successor. It did not matter what the board of trustees or the shareholders preferred. They may have considerable sway over the affairs of the company, but in the end, the word of Viserys prevails.

And so Aemond and his three siblings have been pushed to the periphery. Not that they ever stood a chance anyway. In the end, their father will always uphold his precious Rhaenyra over them. Their mother plays the part of a mere trophy wife, though she is a noble Hightower herself, having to feign contentment in spite of all the times she and her children are slighted. 

Aemond thought himself calmer now, and matured. Painstakingly made every effort to be far from that weak boy who had no place anywhere. He is still unsure if he likes the person that he is, and perhaps he never has. But he morphed - or masked - this self-loathing into an unfailing desire to do better, to be better. He’s always wanted more. And he has learned to be strong for his mother, his sister. Himself. 

And now, you. How unpredictable you had been, bursting into his life like the Dornish comet of ‘07. He knew early on that you liked him, sort of, with how your eyes would dart back and forth to his direction whenever he’s in the room. 

It made him uneasy, at first, when his looks developed in such a way that garnered him plenty of attention. The spectre of the city turned ‘Prince of the city’, a strapping young man who can have anyone he wishes. 

But, funnily enough, all those socialites, models, glorified urban princesses with millionaire parents, Aegon’s harem of traditionally near-perfect friends from Lys that he often offers - none of them ever stood a chance to you, his sister Helaena’s earnest, gentle, and quick-witted best friend. 

Aemond would be lying if he said he fell for you immediately. It would be far from his nature to do such a thing. But he had, slowly, found himself enveloped in your light, and only feeling warm, only feeling home - only feeling like he could truly love himself - when you look at him with those soul-piercing eyes of yours. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all, if you can see him in the way you do. And he trusts your judgement; when you profess to want him in turn,  then he must be worth more than he thinks.

But the night of the accident, his forsaken shadow seemed to envelop him like an old friend. One that he can never shake. His anger, his darkness. He had long buried the Aemond Targaryen who frequently got into fistfights. The Aemond who deliberately ordered the expulsion of certain people he simply did not like from the employ of their company. The Aemond who chose to openly mock the truth of his raven-haired cousins’ parentage.

That night, that Aemond resurfaced, and with dire consequences. 

The night of the accident, four months before the Dragonstone ball

The storm had begun just before the board meeting ended. Heavy rain spattered against the Driftmark tower, with the night sky illuminated by streaks of lightning.

Aemond and Lucerys were coming to a head at the council table, and the other members were having to intervene at multiple points, just to mitigate the rising tension. The storm brewing inside the young men’s hearts could easily rival the one threatening to flood the streets.

Lucerys repeatedly interrupted Aemond’s suggestions, having grown tired of his own being cast aside by everyone else. 

“Wait for your turn to speak, my Strong nephew.” Aemond smoothly countered when he did not get to finish addressing Vaemond Velaryon.

“I didn’t think what you were saying was particularly important, uncle.” Luke retaliated in kind.

“Hmm. Some things never change, it seems. You still don’t know your place.”

“My place will soon be the highest seat of Driftmark. And you will still be grandfather’s second son, a mere placeholder at Dragonstone.”

“Please, sirs,” the meeting director complained. “We must get on with more urgent matters.”

Aemond and Luke barely contribute for the remaining minutes, opting to glare and sneer at each other from across the table.

But their council tiffs would not end up being the most unpleasant occurrence for that night. As if the storm also cast its darkness over their reasoning, they soon found themselves racing towards Gods Eye.

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It was meant to be a game. A show of bravado. Two young men, though in their depths still wounded boys, found themselves spewing offenses in an attempt to lower the other.

“You might inherit Driftmark, but everyone knows the truth, plain as day. You will always be a bastard.”

“Sure, but I am still more than you. What have you ever truly accomplished, uncle? Poor y/n, if she’s fallen for your tricks. Does she know who you truly are? She’s too bloody good for you.”

When Luke raised the challenge of racing to the edge of the cliff of Gods Eye, Aemond grasped at the opportunity to humiliate his nephew. To prove all of his claims to be wrong.

It might have been either one of them, or both, who deigned to edge their car close to the other’s, trying to veer it off course. Just a little nudge to make it spin out of the road.

But the turbulent weather was strong, causing mud and water to pool along the gravel. When the cars collided, Aemond’s took the brunt of the hit. Before he could even register the impact, his car was already spinning right towards the treeline. 

Luke had veered off road, his car rotating upside down. His right leg suffered from multiple fractures, including a busted knee cap.

But Aemond… 

His screams resounded despite the ceaseless pattering of rain, louder than even the roaring thunder overhead. A shard of glass had been wedged deep on one side of his face, splitting the flesh open. 

So much blood had pooled into his one remaining eye, that he feared he went entirely blind. The memory of your face flashed across his mind, and he despaired at the thought of never being able to see you again.

Later in the operating room, when the full extent of his injuries was delineated to him, Aemond thought that perhaps, it is you who would never want to see him again.

Why would you, with what has now become of his appearance?

Two months before the Dragonstone ball

You’re finding it hard not to keep tabs on Aemond, still asking Helaena every now and then if he’s really alright. To which she always responds with some version of “He’s okay. He just needs some time.”

Time. That’s fine. You suppose that the accident must have shaken him up, enough to cause him to go into hiding and to avoid everyone.

Unfortunately… painfully, including you. 

You find your mind drifting back to him every day - during your lectures, at work, at home, whenever you’re spending time with Helaena and you’re trying so hard to simply not just pester her about her brother. 

You think back to those secret moments you shared in crowded rooms, up in their penthouse, whenever Aegon would throw a party. Back then, you did not know one another yet, not really. But he would sit on the couch adjacent to yours, shoot you a smile, and silently keep you company while you wait for Helaena to return. He did so because he could sense that you were anxious, and that loud gatherings aren’t really your thing, as he revealed to you when you were… dating. As short of a time as that might have been. 

Gradually, you got to know him, in all those rare moments. His knowing, mischievous smiles. The subtitles nuances in his expression. His calculated manner of speaking.

You knew him, you had him, you lost him. Well, you do still know him - he is your friend, is he not? But it just as well could have been the end, the night of the accident. He has become a kind of spectre to you, leaving you yearning for what could have been. 

Weekends offer some respite from the whole ordeal of having to miss him. Your job at the bookstore allows you to just sit in silence, entertain customers once in a while, and bury your nose in your book-of-the-week.

Once in a while, a friend even drops by. This time, Jace burst through the entryway, bell chiming in his wake, beaming with a brown takeaway bag in one hand.

“Hey, stranger,” you put down your novel, and leave your post on the counter to greet your dear friend with a tight hug. Jace takes note of the fact that your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and his spirits sink. But he immediately gets to work on making you feel better.

“I’d say you’re going to love me for this, but you probably do already,” he says, presenting you with the paper bag.

“Don’t be so sure,” you jokingly say, narrowing your eyes at him, before peering inside, hit with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries.

You shrug, starting to dig in with no hesitation. “Actually, good of you to be sure.”

He laughs as you drop the bag on the counter, and rip it open to reveal all the goods. He takes his own coffee and leans closer to have a bite of the profiterole you eagerly wave in front of his face.

“Thanks,” you manage to puff out, with a mouthful of pastry. 

“Anytime, sweet.” Jace swallows, giving you a once over. “How are you holding up?”

It’s hard to act all nonchalant when he gives me those puppy-dog eyes. Jace’s innate sincerity almost makes you want to just cave in and vent all about Aemond.  “Nice of you to be concerned, but it’s not like I was the one who got into an accident.”

“I know, sassy, but I also know that you and Aemond were… you have seen him recently, no?” he asks, sounding certain of the answer to his question, which downright confuses you.

“No,” you shake your head. “Along with the rest of the city, I haven’t seen nor heard anything from him.”

“Really?” he remarks, incredulous.

“Come on, Jace,” you take a comforting sip of coffee, still warm. “You know this. He doesn’t want to see me.”

“Huh,” his head tilts back slightly as he mulls over your response. “It’s just…”

“What?”

“I could’ve sworn that was his car parked across the street. Right outside.” he says, jutting his thumb over his shoulder. You freeze, but your eyes are drawn straight toward the shop windows.

“That’s not - ,” That’s not possible, you want to say. But your feet already drag you to the edge of the shop, with Jace in tow. “Which one is his?” you ask, knowing Aemond’s got quite a few cars, privileged boy that he is. Your voice comes out in a hushed tone, as if you don’t want Aemond himself to hear. Ridiculous, you chide yourself, it probably isn’t even him.

“That silver Jaguar idling on the curb,” Jace answers, and you see it. Slantwise on the opposite side of the road, stopped right before the bus stop across the bookshop.

“Are you sure?”What the hell could he be here for? You didn’t want to admit it, but you feel the hope right in your bones. You want him here, of course. You want him to come see you.

“Yes,” Jace easily replies. “There’s only one vehicle in the city with that personalized plate."

Before you can stop yourself, you take a tentative step outside, hand still on the shop door.. I’m sure he can see me, if he’s really there.

The windows of the Jaguar have the darkest tint, making it nearly impossible to see inside. 

“That’s him,” Jace says from behind you. “He doesn’t let anyone else drive his cars. I even thought he was already inside the shop when I arrived.”

“Well shit,” you breathe, your heart racing in your chest. “What do I do?”

“What is he doing?”

“Fuck it.” You only manage to take a step forward on the sidewalk before the car roars to life, engine purring smoothly. Aemond maneuvers the car from its spot and leaves, driving right past you, a cloud of leaves and dust billowing all around.

“What the fuck?” Jace scoffs, thoughtfully waving his arm around to keep the dust from your face. “What is he on?”

“Aemond,” his name escapes your lips in a soft whisper. A silent plea that will never reach him, but you say it all the same. That it doesn’t matter to you, whatever state he is in after the accident. That even though he chose Alys over you, you can understand, or at least try to. He is still the same boy who captured your heart not so long ago. 

But why did he just leave? What is he so scared of?

“Come on,” Jace says, holding the door open for you. “Your coffee’s getting cold.”

When you go past the entryway, you turn on your heel and hang up the ‘On a break. Come back soon’ sign on the door. Sighing heavily, you shrug at Jace, “What a day, huh. You sure know how to bring drama with you.”

Jace only smiles, well-used to your banter, “How is this my fault?”

“I dunno,” you raise your hands, and walk back to the counter. You’re not sure how you feel at the moment - anxious, worried, disappointed? It’s all up in a haze since Aemond suspiciously drove off, and so, you can’t control the flood of dry sarcasm spilling out of you. Like some kind of coping mechanism. “You must have called Aemond here, so you two can drive my poor heart into a frenzy. Like I don’t already have a lot on my plate.”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Jace slowly nods, playing along. “Aemond hasn’t even spoken to me since everything went down. But I definitely sought him out today, and definitely forced him to watch you from out there in his car like some obsessed creep.”

“I knew it!”

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Fifteen minutes into your impromptu break, the tone has lightened to some degree, and you sit at a corner table with Jace, sipping the remains of your coffee.

After a lot more banter, and catching up about Luke, Joff, and the rest of his family - those who can still tolerate your presence,that is - Jace finds you staring blankly at a bookshelf. “Hey,” he says, “I don’t think my uncle is hiding in between those books.”

“Ha-ha.”

“Anyway, enough about him, eh?” Jace offers, taking your hand from across the table. “I actually wanted to ask you something.”

You squeeze his hand in return, staring back into his doe brown eyes, “Yeah?”

“Seeing as Aemond isn’t taking you to the Dragonstone ball,” he pauses, gauging your reaction. He decides that it’s all good when you remain impassive, “How would you like to come with me instead? I did mean to ask you, you know, but dear uncle beat me to it.”

“Oh.” Your hand loosens around his a bit, as you take in his words. “Well, I mean I would love to but - ”

Jace adds quickly, as if he is already reading the thoughts whirring through your mind. “No pretenses about it, I assure you. I’m not expecting anything else. Just that you honour me by being my partner to the ball.”

“Mmm,” your shoulders relax, and you find yourself smiling at Jace’s heartfelt nature. One that immediately warmed you to him when you first met. “Partners, huh?”

His tongue makes a clicking sound in confirmation. “What do you say?” 

“Jace,” you start, weighing the options in your mind. “I would go with you, of course - ”

“That settles it then.”

“- but I just… I don’t know, if… Aemond does not want to see me, maybe I shouldn’t just show up at the ball?”

Jace rolls his eyes, “He doesn’t own the bloody ball, you know. He can’t control whether you come or not.” He leans in, voice lowering like he’s sharing a devious ploy, “Besides, if he doesn’t want to see you, then why would he be loitering across the street simply to watch you through the shop windows? Let’s be real now, eh?”

Fair point. You reply, “Far be it from me to know what he’s up to.”

“So come to the ball with me and ask him yourself. I’ll even back you up. With my own pitchfork and everything.” The way his eyes blaze in excitement sparks something in you. Being around Jace is always fun, like you’re free to do anything - you could even cause any kind of trouble and he would only be cheering you on. 

If only… if only you liked him the way you do a certain someone, then you might actually have a greater sense of calm. Your self-doubt might be assuaged, your days brighter. 

But no. It is Aemond who fills your wandering thoughts. Aemond who haunts your sleepless nights. It was him who nearly made your heart stop that night on their rooftop, who laughed with you and held you close when you were a fumbling, wine-stained mess. 

Perhaps unfortunately so… it is Aemond whom you love.

That realization makes you straighten in your seat, scaring some sense back into you. Fuck, what am I even thinking? It’s Jace right in front of me. Jace who is asking me to the ball. 

“You got yourself a deal, mister,” you playfully hold your hand out for him to shake.

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Later that night, the Targaryen penthouse in the Crownlands Tower is relatively quiet. Most of the family is away, save for Helaena, their housekeeper Talia…

… and Aemond, who sits in front of his desk, staring at the object atop it which is aglow under lamplight. His eye drifts to the metal surface of the lampshade itself, and he sees it. A scar stretched from his forehead to his cheekbone, with its edges tinged with maroon. 

Revolting. It’ll take some time to heal, they all say. Well it’s been two long fucking months, and it doesn’t feel any better. Nothing feels right.

It isn’t fair, his mother wailed upon seeing him. None of this is. It was the rogue Lucerys’ fault, she insisted, for egging Aemond to go on a damned speed chase in the middle of fucking storm.

His father Viserys merely appraised him for a long moment, before mumbling something that sounded like, “I am sorry this happened, but you’ll be alright”. Then to his mother, “Lucerys is injured as well. This is what they’ve always done, as you know. Luke and Aemond don’t really get along but they’re grown now.”

He added with a warning gaze to Aemond, “They have to learn to be civil to one another. We are all family, after all.”

“Family,” Alicent spat the word like a curse. “Family should not be the cause of grievous harm.”

Aemond remembers the shrug that Viserys did. It is a gesture he has seen endlessly, it might even be the first thing he remembers of his father. All of his pains, and his achievements will always be met with a nonchalant gesture. Some father he is.

There’s only one thing that would make Aemond feel better in this moment, and even that, he cannot allow himself to have. He shall not present himself, this self, to you. He looks at his reflection and he hates what he sees. Perhaps he always has. But he also learned to love himself around you. How easy it can be, like second nature. 

Maybe he was drawn to the fact that you are not from his world, with all its intrigue and playacting. How you choose not to perceive status as a tool, and how you can be kind to anyone. You, the girl who always keeps a book in her bag, even at parties, even if she most likely won’t have time to read it. Just in case, you had said, you never know. You, though very well-mannered, called one of Helaena’s so-called friends a “spoiled cunt”, when you heard her making nasty jokes at Helaena’s expense behind her back.

“Sorry you had to hear that,” you had said to Aemond in a grumbling tone, still quite irate, when you found out that he was just in the library adjacent to their living room. “They were just being so… so…”

“Fucking rude?” he finished your thought, his dimples showing in amusement when your eyes widened. “Don’t worry, doll. Maybe I would have done the same. Though that Beatrice would never say shit about Helaena in front of me, seeing as she tried to claw off my jacket once. Her fake nail got caught in the leather. Her attempt at seduction, I suppose.”

Your mouth fell open, then closed once more. You were at a loss. Your blood was just boiling at having to confront Beatrice, who has thankfully left the penthouse, and now Aemond is standing in front of you. Aemond, sharing some story, in good humour. About some girl trying to get with him, and failing. Later on, you will find yourself jumping in frustration in your living room, thinking how in the hell your mind must have short-circuited because you responded with, “It’s a good thing I keep my fingernails trimmed and plain then.”

It was Aemond's turn to stand there, lips parted in surprise at your sudden show of audacity. Where has this girl been hiding all this time? Or has she always been this way? Then your face morphs into one of shock, and you remain still, waiting for some other pin to drop. Something to distract Aemond so you can mumble some excuse and run away. Aemond observes the minute changes in your expression, like you’re struggling to get your bearings, and he finds it all endearing.

Suddenly, the door you had been leaning against is pried open, making you take a step closer to Aemond. An unruly, blonde mop of hair that can only belong to Aegon pokes itself inside, “What are you nerds doing in the damn library?”, then he turns on his heel letting the door slowly close on its hinges, “Never mind, I’m gonna get a drink!”

At the exact same time, you and Aemond burst out in a fit of laughter, the pure and melodic sound of it echoing throughout the room. The very first time that Aemond witnessed you laughing freely in front of him, and his thoughts would later drift back to this moment. To the way your eyes lit up, how your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip to keep from laughing harder, and how your dainty hand clasped his forearm, holding on to him for a while.

He did not know then, not yet at least, that he had started falling for you.

When your desire had become apparent, you did not attempt to cross a line. Correctly inferring that Aemond valued his solitude, you became content with admiring him from afar, treasuring every small interaction. 

Everyone keeps remarking at how different he is around you, and maybe you do not realize the truth of their claims, because you had never seen him… like this. So broken. His mask of composure torn to shreds.

No longer the caring, attentive, and self-assured Aemond you claimed to desire. 

“Aemond?” Helaena's voice drifts from his door, which is opened narrowly. She silently lets herself inside when he does not respond.

“Care for some dinner?” she asks, her gentle voice almost breaking through Aemond’s resolve. Perhaps it might have been able to, but not anymore.

“No, I’m not hungry.” Aemond answers, barely audible.

“Right.” Helaena doesn’t press further; she knows that nothing will shake her brother while he’s in such a state, so she tries to bring up something else. Something that might get his attention. “So, I, uh… y/n just called me.”

Helaena notices Aemond slightly tense up at the mention of your name. So that’s what it takes, she thinks.

“Aemond,” she steps closer, now standing beside his chair. “Why were you outside the bookstore where she works?”

Aemond shuts his eyes. Of course you had seen him. And he saw you, clear as day. Beautiful as ever. With bloody Jace right next to you, laughing while sharing some coffee he had brought. 

“She misses you, you know,” Helaena says, and the words drive straight through Aemond’s heart. “I really think you just should speak to her.”

“Hmm.”

“What are you even afraid of?”

A long pause, as Helaena waits for a reply. Fidgeting with the edge of her sweater, she begins to say something more, when Aemond finally says, in a muffled, reluctant tone, “She deserves better.”

“Of course she does!” Helaena perches on the edge of Aemond’s desk, and his eye drifts over her for just a second, before looking down at the object again. “So call her and - ”

“Better than me.” Aemond clarifies, croaking the final word as if in pain.

“Oh, Aemond.” Helaena’s lifts an arm in an attempt to offer comfort, but Aemond instinctively flinches.

“No.” He breathes. “I can’t.”

Helaena nods in understanding, though her heart aches at the sight of her brother like this. She looks to the side, and sees the journal-seeming object sitting on his brother’s desk. The thing he seems to be staring at. 

Helaena lets her fingers run over the smooth forest green cover, and she instantly recognizes it to be Valyrian leather. A rare commodity, so this must not be just any ordinary journal.

“May I?” she whispers, to which her brother shrugs in response.

She gently pries open the leather clasp, and she sees a dedication on the first page, in a swooping scrawl that can only be Aemond’s. Some special ink was used, staining the page with a deep shade of maroon. It reads in High Valyrian, their native language - Ñuha prūmia iksis aōhon.

“I meant to give that to her… before…”

My heart is yours.

“Aemond-” Helaena mutters, her mind stuck on the words, and she knows exactly who they are meant for.

Aemond abruptly rises from his seat, and puts on his black coat, “Just put that back where you found it.” Reaching for something else on his desk, he puts it on his face to conceal his deformity.

Before her brother reaches the door, Helaena manages to voice out, “Where are you going?”

“Away.”

Two weeks before the Dragonstone ball

The accident finally seems to have departed from the mainstream, turning into fodder for small talk as all sensational news pieces do. 

Unsurprisingly, despite the tragic event, excitement abounds. The city is buzzing in anticipation. Everyone is already poring over the main list of attendees which has been made public online. You only glanced at it once to confirm that you are on the list as Jace’s partner, but something else catches your attention. You immediately close the tab in your browser after you read - Aemond Targaryen - and across from his name, as his designated partner - Alys Rivers.

“For fuck’s sake,” you sigh, biting your lip. You opt to open Youtube, but immediately your homepage reminds you of your recent activities. Not stalking, no. Just some curious research. Aemond has never been one to give interviews. That’s more in Aegon’s wheelhouse. Daeron especially, since he also works as a model, gracing the front cover of Vogue thrice already at only 22. 

When Aegon graces the headlines, it’s most likely due to some disorderly conduct at a high-class party or a local dive bar. True to his brand, there is no in-between when it comes to Aegon. It’s either go big or go home. Which usually means he ends up drunk on the sidewalk, having to call Aemond to pick him up and give him a ride without letting their parents know.

But they always find out, of course. It’s hard to be discreet when you’re one of the most recognizable faces in the country.

As for Aemond, you’ve always found it hard to find even a single crumb of him from the internet. Save for a couple of sightings, including those of him and Alys Rivers, and clippings from the few times when he would speak in press conferences on behalf of Dragonstone. But even those were kept mostly private, and not freely available on Youtube. 

As it happens, there have been some rumours of Aemond allegedly coming into blows with the Duke of Lannister and his entourage, after humiliating the man’s sister. Onlookers claimed that they saw the poor girl coming onto Aemond at some party in Pentos, flirting with him. Apparently, he was far from welcoming of her affections. There were some pictures of the fight, or at least, that’s what people say. You were not in the loop when the news spread, sitting through a lecture. Any trace of such pictures quickly vanished from the internet. The Targaryens are always on the lookout to protect their precious image, but they’ve never done anything so methodical when it comes to such occurrences, such as Aegon’s countless mishaps. 

Aemond does have an Instagram profile. You asked him about it once, ages ago, even before your brief - what would you call it… Tryst? Dating period? Well, whatever it was, it’s all done for now.

“Was it your idea to have a profile anyway?” you asked him, after he had playfully teased you about stalking him. That was the only verified account of Aemond’s that you found, complete with the blue tick. His profile was empty, and the following list was at a whopping zero. Though of course, he had about 3.7 million followers, just waiting for the moment that he would choose to do anything on the site.

“Yeah, I suppose.” Aemond looked down and smiled, and you did not know it, but he found himself feeling warm due to the interest you were giving him. He’s confident about nearly everything, but when on the receiving end of attention from the woman he secretly longed for, he felt almost shy. “It was mostly due to the fact that I wanted to have one sole verified account online. I’ve heard talks of impersonators sending people messages and all that. Fucking annoying.”

“Ah, yeah.” You did not tell him, of course, but you knew of those fake accounts, having clicked on several slightly convincing ones to see if they were actually his. But none of them matched. You found yourself muttering, “He would never post that.”

“Didn’t hurt that I got to look through your pictures, too, love.” He smirked then, regaining his confidence. 

You nearly melted into a puddle on the fancy designer-carpeted floors of their apartment, right then and there.

That doesn’t matter now. You sigh, slamming your laptop shut. Instead you choose to dramatically jump onto your bed and growl your frustrations out onto a pillow. 

You roll over, amused at the whole thing. The digital alarm clock Helaena gave you reads 6:32 pm, it’s a Friday night, and you’re left with nothing to do. You’ve already finished the majority of your exams, and for the next month or two, you’re free to go on holiday and do whatever you wish.

But what? You finally decide to give Helaena a call, and reach for your phone on the nightstand. But right then, it lights up. ‘Hel’s Bells’ is calling you. An inside joke the two of you came up with about a week after you met.

“Speak of the devil,” you smile, and press accept. “Hel! I hope you’re just about as bored as I am.”

She laughs on the other end, “I don’t even have time to be bored. Mother has us doing all these preparations for the ball.”

“Do you need any help? I’m no expert at pomp and pageantry but I’ll do my best.” She had just stayed at your apartment a few nights ago for a sleepover, and you noticed that she was careful when mentioning anything about the ball. Trying not to stray into Aemond and Alys territory for your sake, you assumed.

“Sure, come over whenever you want. I don’t really have any idea what it’s all for, but hey, at least we get to put on fancy dresses and look pretty.”

“Oh, you always look pretty,” you say sincerely. 

“Thank you, doll,” she says, before sighing dramatically. “Anyway, I actually called to tell you something. You’re going to come over to our place on Sunday night. We’re throwing a little party.”

“A party, huh.” Will Aemond be there, you wanted to ask, but held back. 

You haven’t seen him for the last three months, after the fateful night of the accident. There was that incident when he parked outside the bookstore, but it was barely anything. 

Word on the street is that the ‘Prince of the city’ had gone into hiding, as comical as that sounds to you. For what exactly? There has been speculation - perhaps he was left horribly disfigured from the accident, which is also why there isn’t any trace of the alleged pictures taken of him in Pentos. But Helaena immediately dissuaded that notion. My brother is not disfigured, she insisted when you brought it up, he’s simply recovering.

If Aemond wants to keep things to himself, then he has the right to do so. He would tell you if he wanted. Call you, send you a message. Anything. 

“A party,” Helaena repeats. “It’ll be for our inner circle. Which includes you, of course. A little prequel to the ball, so everyone can catch up with each other.”

“Aegon’s idea?” you guessed with a wry smile. 

“There might be a direct correlation there, yeah,” Helaena laughs. “Anyway, come over! Since you’re coming with Jace to the ball, then we have to plan everything for you, too! What colour dress do you want to wear? Well, there is a theme but we’ll work with that. Mum assigned a stylist and hairdresser for me, which means they’re for you too and - ”

“Hel, I don’t really need - ”

Then she says something that puts a stop to your protest. “Oh, Aemond won’t know what’ll hit him.”

“Huh.” The thought of seeing Aemond again gives you a surge of excitement. And nervousness. Your yearning for him reawakens, but it never truly left.

Having made her point, Helaena knows she’s got you hook, line and sinker. “I’ll expect you in the next hour.”

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Sunday came rolling over soon enough, and the party at the Targaryen penthouse is well under way.

The ballroom on the 2nd floor is packed, filled with people whom you either don’t know or barely recognize. Of course, it wouldn’t be complete without some snooty heirs and heiresses who would openly regard you with what could be confusion or derision. Until a Targaryen or Velaryon would approach you and eagerly whisk you away in conversation.

“Who is she?” you hear someone say when Jace takes your hand and directs you to sit on the couch with him and Daeron. “Why is Jace so close to her? And what on earth is she wearing?”

Unfazed by it all, and already used to such comments, you smile sweetly in that girl’s direction and greet her with a friendly, “Hi, how are you doing?”, without giving her a chance to respond.

Jace watches the exchange proudly. As you sit down, he says, “Aegon invited her, I think. I don’t really know, I don’t like her much.”

“How come?” you jest. “You two have so much in common. Heirs to the kingdom and all that.” Your sarcasm again comes out of you in waves, trying to temper your nerves. You look around the room, though it is not the first time you’ve scanned through everything. 

“I’d much prefer your company,” Jace easily says, then notices your divided attention. “He isn’t here.”

In a transparent attempt at surprise, you ask,“Who?”

Daeron overhears the exchange, after his friend stands up to get a drink. “Aemond’s not here, y/n. At least I haven’t seen him. Last I heard he was holed up in our holiday estate in Pentos.”

“Oh.” Your face visibly falls. You didn’t know what to expect, really. Of course Aemond would  not just show up at this party after avoiding everyone for too long.

“He will be at the Dragonstone ball though,” Daeron pats your knee in sympathy. “He might be going through some shit, but mum would lynch him if he misses that event.”

Jace and Daeron continue to look at you, seeing if they need to offer more comfort, and you can’t stand it. “Alright, you two. Thanks for… I don’t know… but this is a party! We should just go and have fun. No need to be concerned about me and…” You choke up at his name, negating your false show of indifference. 

“Okay,” Jace says, saving you from saying anything further. “How about I get you a drink, hmm?”

“Yeah,” you say, but something crosses your mind. You stand at the same time as Jace, grabbing his arm, “Actually, I’ll go get some air first.”

“Are you alright?” This time, Jace’s sincere gaze is not enough to distract you from that familiar gnawing ache.

“I am,” you smile placatingly. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

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Aemond Targaryen, contrary to what everyone in the party believes, is no longer wasting his days in Pentos. 

He had slipped back into the city earlier that night, and in the safety of their 7-floor penthouse. Right in time for the revelry. He has no intention of making an appearance, but when Helaena let it slip that you would be attending, he could not help himself.

The fact that you would be under the same roof was enough to get Aemond to scurry back home. While he might not be ready to show himself just yet, there are methods which allow him to see you. Watch you.

Helaena would probably smack him upside the head, if she found out. That not only had Aemond come back without telling her, but also that he is watching her friend through the CCTV cameras littered throughout the penthouse. 

Perhaps it is unsavoury, and you might cross your arms and huff at him if you found out. Oh, what I would give to see that in person. But he’ll take what he can get. Do what he must. To still have you, still see you. 

His left knuckle is taut, still bandaged and bruised from his recent activities. Luckily, the stitches on his face had not come loose and the medical treatment his mother is putting him through has done considerable wonders. What would you think, I wonder, if you saw me like this, my love.

His laptop is propped up on his desk, right next to the green journal he means to give you. On the screen, he watches as you trail Helaena for a while. As you sit alone, watching everything unfold. As Jace comes for you, and you sit together on a couch. Too close. Too comfortable for Aemond’s liking. Is something going on between you and my fucking Strong nephew? 

When news reached him that you would be coming to the ball with Jace, Aemond had broken something. He can barely remember what it was, just the sound of it shattering against the wall. A wine bottle? A vase? A mirror? Whatever it was sent his company fleeing from their table, and Criston had rushed forward to make sure that he wasn’t harmed.

Aemond glares at the screen you walk after Jace and whisper something close to his ear. 

Jace regards you for a long while. He better not…

But then you nod and smile, stepping away from him. Aemond finds himself breathing a sigh of relief, predictably, and he almost snorts at his own reaction. 

You walk out of the ballroom, and Aemond has to switch between cameras to follow your path. You pause down the hallway, and lean next to the wall.

What are you doing, ñuha jorrāelagon?

Seemingly decided on something, you swing the door to the staircase, forgoing the elevator. The cameras on each landing track you as you continue to climb upward, panting slightly when you finally reach the entrance to the rooftop.

You take slow, sure steps toward the golden railing. For a moment, you just stand there, seemingly watching the city below.

I have to see you. I have to try. In a split decision, Aemond slinkers out of his room, the party below still unaware of his presence. 

Then he heads up the flight of stairs as you had done, feeling more apprehensive with each step. What do I even say to you? Do you still want to see me? He finally reaches the final landing, and heart in his throat, he pries the door open as silently as possible.

You no longer stand at the railing. Instead, he spies you sitting on the plush seat the two of you shared on that one night. Facing away from the entrance, looking up at the stars. 

Aemond knows that isn’t as it was before. He cannot simply approach you and watch as your eyes immediately welcome the sight of him. It’s not the same, and it is all his fault. He wonders if your heart might still race because of him, or will it have become cold, after all this time?

He draws closer, with each footstep uncertain. But your pull is stronger, taking precedence over all of his worries. 

“I miss you,” is all he can bring himself to say, throwing caution to the wind. You freeze at the sound of his voice. 

Then a shiver runs up his spine as it dawns on him - in his haste to see you, he left his eyepatch in his room below.

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I must be dreaming. The hairs along your arms stand in your shock, and you keep both hands flat on the seat to keep you steady. 

Is it… You start to turn back, but cease all movement when Aemond pleads, “Don’t. Please don’t turn around.”

“Aemond?” your voice is shaky, and you feel a tear threaten to escape. “They said… we all thought…”

“They do not know that I am back yet,” he answers. “Just you.”

“Oh.” Your head is still turned to the side, and you have to fight the urge to simply rise from your seat and face him. You exhale, trying to calm down. When that doesn’t work, you lean back against the seat, and force yourself to count the windows on the building down the road. 

6… 7… 8… 

But the sudden feeling of his hands on your shoulders makes you lose all train of thought.

“Did you miss me?” Aemond asks, standing right behind your seat now, his sweater grazing the back of your head.

Your mind is flooded with thoughts of all that happened between the two of you - the beginning, the brief affair, the end. Is it the end? 

Answer him. “Did I miss you?” you bite your lip, and your brows scrunch in frustration. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Your expletive makes Aemond take a step back. “I-I’m sorry…”

“I’ve been so worried about you, Aemond!” Your hands bunch up into fists beside you. You did not realize you had all this pent up anger, with the past few months being spent pining. Longing. Yearning. Like some silly little fool. When he didn’t even make any effort to reach out to you, and the most you got from him was that episode outside the bookstore.

“Oh yeah, and what the hell were you doing outside my place of work?” you stand then, and lean against the railing in front of you, careful not to turn and catch a glimpse of him. “You wanted to speak to me? Well, why didn’t you just do that?” You can feel your erratic heartbeat pounding in your chest, and for a moment you become afraid that it might just stop altogether. 

“I did want to speak to you. To see you.” Aemond sighs heavily. “I always want to see you, my darling. You’re all I’ve ever thought about since - ”

“Yeah, right. I bet you did.” You threw the offhand accusation over your shoulder.

“I did,” Aemond swears. “I miss you every day, I -”

His voice is softer than before, and kind of nervous. Your resolve is at risk of breaking, because… Why does Aemond sound… broken?

He finishes, “I just needed some time.”

There are so many more that you want to ask him - What really happened in that accident? Where have you been all this time? What is going on with you and Alys? Where do we truly stand?

But instead you mutter the one thing you are most certain of, “I miss you too.”

Aemond breathes a sigh of relief. He moves to stand behind you, and steps closer. 

Closer. You don’t dare move a muscle, because you just might turn around and forget about his request. He moves closer, until his chest is pressed against you from behind. Closer, until his hands squeeze both of yours on the railing.

You feel Aemond rest his face on your shoulder, inhaling deeply. At this point, he is practically enveloping you. Each breath he takes warms your neck. His thumbs run over your knuckles, and he says, “Are you still angry at me?”

“Should I be?” You lean your head back to rest on his right shoulder. From the corner of your eye, he looks as he always has. Almost ethereal, with his silver-blonde Targaryen hair and sharp, defined features. 

Aemond moves his head slightly toward the left, careful not to reveal the ruined side to you, when he feels your wandering gaze. 

“Please don’t be angry with me,” he pleads. You hum in affirmation, and in a lower voice, he purrs, “Close your eyes, darling.”

You try to ask why, but then you feel his lips lightly press against the nook between your neck and your shoulders. Your eyes flutter shut on their own goddamn volition.

His mouth parts even more, before coming down once again and nipping at your skin. His arms wrap themselves around your waist, and his hold tightens until your entire body is flush against him.

Still, you haven’t seen all of him. 

Your hand reaches up to touch him, and your fingertips graze the side of his face. When your thumb runs over a bit of what must be raised flesh, like some partially healed lesion, Aemond jumps away. At once, you feel the cool evening air hit you, the warmth of his embrace having gone.

“What is - ” you start to ask.

“It’s nothing.”

“Aemond…” you hesitate. What could possibly be so terrible, he won’t even allow me to look at him? “If anything happened to the way you look… it wouldn’t matter to me. You would still be the same boy that I lo - ” The words hitch in your throat, their sentiment heavier than anything you’ve ever said. 

Everything is at a standstill. Aemond does not say a single word, but you know that he understood what you were trying to say. He must.

And how can I even gauge his reaction when I can’t even look at him?

“Aemond?” 

Much to your surprise, his voice is already farther away when he responds with a hurried, “I’ll see you at the ball.” 

You swiftly turn around in your disbelief. Did he just fucking leave? 

The door to the penthouse shuts behind him, and you are left dumbfounded at his actions. The old Aemond would have never done that to you, but what do you know?

Perhaps my Aemond is truly gone.

The ball is coming up next!!! Reader may finally learn to let go of Aemond, or at least give him what he wants - a whole lot of space and time.

Also, reminder - Aemond's injury is still pretty fresh, considering the damage. So no, he hasn't stuck a sapphire in there yet. Imagine how little Aemond looked in episode 7, with angry stitches running down his face, but a bit more healed. His eye socket is still sewn shut, and it still causes him much pain, so go easy on our boy, y'all.

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[royaldaycare]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

Hello !! I'm Logan (or Johnny!) and welcome to my daycare! you can call me Logan, Lo, Johnny, big brother or dada! I also occasionally go by saint or my OC's callsign, Sparrow!

A little about me ! :

I use he/they/it pronouns as well as some neo's and xeno's too!

I'm trans, gay and asexual! I'm also questioning whether I am poly or not!

I am an age regressor and a caregiver! (my agere blog is @gh0stlyb34r !)

I'm 19 and my birthday is June 3rd!

I'm from the uk!

my anons! ;

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I am a 100% sfw caregiver! any nsfw accounts will be blocked!

This blog is a safe space for regressors and caregivers alike! anyone that makes this blog an unsafe place will be blocked immediately

My rules!

dni ; nsfw, edsh, zionist, racist, homophobic, against Palestine, transphobic, ableist, trump supporters, anti agere, ddlg/abdl accounts, anti petre

boundaries ; keep all terms used for me either masc or gender neutral, do not flirt with me (even if it is as a joke or friendly), please keep all asks sfw.

My interests!

games ; call of duty, overwatch, resident evil 4, forza horizon, roblox (royale high, dress to impress, obby's and tycoons!), fnaf, poppy playtime, indigo park, red dead redemption 2, animal crossing new horizons, good pizza great pizza, hogwarts legacy, valorant, a little to the left, unpacking, mario kart 8, mario kart wii, just dance, the last of us

movies/shows ; deadpool & wolverine, deadpool, x-men, harry potter, fantastic beasts, atsv/itsv, marvel, star wars, the umbrella academy, stranger things, the batman, titains, heartstopper, young royals, criminal minds, fnaf, arcane, ghostbusters, barbie, oppenheimer, nimona, christopher robin

musicals ; les miserables, hamilton, waitress, the greatest showman, la la land, hairspray, dear even hansen, heathers, high school musical, lemonaid mouth, annie, descendants, beetlejuice, mama mia, tick tick boom, into the woods, mean girls, in the heights, little shop of horrors

youtubers ; pezzy, elasticdroid, puffer, grizzy, smii7y, gtlive, game theory, warn, frogger, aspen, beaplays, dawko, ethan nestor, blarg, thedooo, coleydoesthings, film cooper, dechart games, hthaze, james marriott

musicians ; james marriott, taylor swift, mcr, twenty one pilots, billie eilish, hozier, noah kahan, sleeping at last, the smiths, laufey, chappell roan, bruno major, paramore, novo amor, depeche mode, p!atd, daughter, djo, feels like july, florence the machine, frank sinatra, gerard way, ghost, lady gaga, lemon demon, lily allen, maya hawke, 1d, 5sos, mitski, micheal jackson, sleep token, taylor austen dye

misc ; books, dolls (monster high, lol, rh), pop figures, lego, posters, flowers, pin badges, jewellery, halloween, fall/autumn, deco pacis, colouring

DISCLAIMER ; I hold all of my faves accountable! I do not support jkr, noah schnapp ect!

My faves !

celebs/authors ; pedro pascal, hugh jackman, ryan reynolds, ali hazelwood, kit connor, oscar isaac, hayden christensen, ewan mcgregor, tom hiddleston, andrew garfield, tom holland, aiden gallagher, eddie redmane, aaron tveit, erik j brown, david tennant, josh hutcherson, david harbour, wynina ryder, natalia dyer, maya hawke, matthew gray gubler, thomas gibson, aj cook, barry sloane, neli ellice

characters ; John 'Soap' MacTavish, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Robin Buckley, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Loki, Logan Howlett, Scott Summers, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa, Ben Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Newt Scamander, Din Djarin, Deadpool, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Danny Zuko, Jean Valjean, Ben Florian, Flynn Rider, Aziraphale, Crowley, Nick Nelson, Charlie Spring, Diego Hargreeves

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[gh0stlyb34r]

Welcome to my blog !

About me ! ; the basics

name ; saint , logan , johnny

big age ; 19 ('05)

little age ; 2 - 5

pronouns ; he / they / star / it (+more!)

gender / sexuality ect. ; gay , trans , ace , poly(?)

links at end of post!!

pronouns page | strawpage

About me ! ; my interests

games ; call of duty , overwatch , valorant , hogwarts legacy , jedi fallen order , jedi survivor , red dead redemption 2 , roblox (royale high , dress to impress + more!) , fnaf , poppy playtime , indigo park , forza horizon , resident evil 4 , good pizza great pizza , animal crossing new horizons , mario kart 8 , mario kart wii , just dance , the last of us , detroit become human , spiderman , little nightmares , buckshot roulette

movies / shows / musicals ; star wars , harry potter , marvel , x-men , deadpool & wolverine , the greatest showman , grease , hairspray , moulin rouge , phantom of the opera , annie , hamilton , les miserables , arcane , criminal minds , swat , titains , the batman , high school musical , heartstopper , heathers , young royals , ghostbusters , beetlejuice , into the woods , mean girls , the umbrella academy , nimona , descendants , lemonade mouth , stranger things

youtubers ; pezzy , grizzy , bigpuffer , elasticdroid , gtlive , game theory , warn , aspen , frogger , flats , dawko , ethan nestor , smii7y , blarg , thedooo , beaplays , coleydoesthings , filmcooper , dechart games , hthaze , james marriott , willne

musicians / bands ; taylor swift , hozier , noah kahan , james marriott , mcr , twenty one pilots , p!atd , billie eilish , sleeping at last , the smiths , fleetwood mac , the cranberries , laufey , mitski clairo , paramore , bruno major , depeche mode , chappell roan , novo amor , taylor austen dye , maya hawke , frank sinatra , 1d , 5sos , feels like july , florance the machine , djo , sleep token , lily allen , ghost , lady gaga , gerard way , daughter

misc ; books , lego , monster high , collecting , cds , dvds , posters , flowers , pins , halloween , fall/autumn , deco pacis , colouring

DISCLAIMER ; I do not support the actions of my faves! I hold them all accountable! I do not support JKR , noah schnapp ect!!!

About me ! ; My faves

celebrities / authors ; pedro pascal , oscar isaac , hugh jackman , ryan reynolds , erik j brown , ali hazelwood , tom holland , gerard way , aiden gallagher , kit connor , andrew garfield , ewan mcgregor , hayden christensen , carrie fisher , eddie remain , tom hiddelston , josh hutcherson , david harbour , wynona rider , aaron tveit , matthew gray gubler , maya hawke , natalia dyer , thomas gibson , padget brewster , aj cook

characters ; viktor , jinx , vi , ekko , simon 'ghost' riley , john 'soap' mactavish , kyle 'gaz' garrick , captain john price , keegan p russ , robin buckley , spencer reid , steve harrington , emily prentiss , aaron hotchner , penelope garcia , james potter , remus lupin , sirius black , loki , logan howlett , scott summers , rogue , marc spector , steven grant , obi-wan kenobi , anakin skywalker , luke skywalker , han solo , leia organa , ben hargreeves , luther hargreeves , five hargreeves , newt scamander , theseus scamander , din djarin , wade wilson , danny zuko , ben florian , flynn rider , aziraphale , crowley , nick nelson

My rules ! ; do not interact

nsfw , abdl/ddlg (and variants) , racist, homophobic , transphobic , ableist , zionist , edsh , n@zi , trump supporters , anti agere , anti petre , dsmp/qsmp fans (mainly dream team & wilbur fans)

My rules ; boundaries

when using pet names or gendered terms, keep them masc or gn NO FEM TERMS

DO NOT flirt with me , whether that is as a joke or platonicaly

keep all asks SAFE FOR WORK

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Links ; other blogs

writing blog ; @b4bywr1t3s

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ghostlyboards ; moodboards + stimboards

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🐾 . lo's fictional cgs ; fictional characters that I see as cgs/my cgs

🐾 . lo's fictional faves ; my favourite fictional characters

[maochira]

hello mao! can i request the german boys (+ noa if you want) having a team bbq?

thank you! :>

I usually only write x reader but I'm always up for some sillies with the German bois <3

Requests open! - masterlist

-I don't know how common this is outside of Germany, but they're renting a grill hut somewhere near a forrest for this (the ultimate German bbq party vibes)

-Igor and Birkenstock are at the grill most of the time because they don't trust most of the others with preparing the food. Noa also helps them out

-I think Grim is vegetarian so he brought a bunch of plant-based foods (Rügenwalder Mühle my beloved) for him and the others to try out

-Ness watches Igor and Birkenstock VERY closely when they're grilling whatever Kaiser is going to eat to make sure they're not messing anything up

-Ali brought A LOT of food his parents prepared. Not only stuff to grill but also salads and dips

-80% of the food is brought by Ali, actually

-eating together is absolute chaos because Kaiser is trying to get the conversation to be about himself

-Gesner starts saying something about dick cheese and everybody shuts him up immediately. Then Grim scolds him because he shouldn't say stuff like that while they're eating

-Noa is just a tired dad who has no idea why he even is there. But he's there. And he doesn't get to leave for a while longer

-Bachman is trying to talk to Ness the entire time, but ends up failing to get into a proper conversation because Ness is either too focused on Kaiser or someone else from the team gets all the attention for a moment (for example when Gesner says something too vulgar again)

-Theo is playing Mario Kart on his Switch while eating. He somehow can multitask that

-Mensah and Ndiaye watch him play and after eating they have a little Mario Kart competition

[santoroleo]

closed starter w/: @magicwithaxes chalé 17

Após a contagem e recontagem que ajudou Stevie fazer no chalé, havia passado umas boas horas checando os amigos e ajudando os irmãos com curativos mais simples e algumas de suas supostas palavras de sabedoria. Apesar do dia caótico, a maior surpresa foi ver Natalia ali, um sorriso travesso tomando conta dos lábios do filho de Nike ao se aproximar “Veio aqui perder umas rodadas de Mario Kart?” pergunta ao se sentar ao lado da outra, procurando Stevie com o olhar por saber que a irmã era quem realmente devia estar a acompanhando “as coisas tem sido difíceis recentemente né? saiba que sempre tem espaço pra filhotes perdidos por aqui.” o tom levemente mais sério é logo substituído por o brincalhão que sempre usa “principalmente pros seus irmãos solteiros, tô sempre disponível com um ombro amigo sabe...”

[blueberryinko]

Alice: Juicy Romance Chapter Four

Alice had been feeling bloated for a while now. For the past few weeks while she’d had her regular inflating and juicing schedule, pumping constantly, she’d felt pressure in her belly. She had a feeling she knew what it meant, and had rushed out to the pharmacy almost immediately. She’d been so excited the store manager had to roll her out and help her back to the truck.

Now that she’d taken all five tests, she examined herself in the mirror, fully juiced. It had been two months since hers and Warren’s date and she’d had many more with him. They were even considering moving in together. But first, she had to know, the agony of waiting was painful.

When the timer finally rang she leapt towards her phone, then grabbed the tests. “Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant… pregnant!” All four tests were positive! She screamed, bouncing up and down joyfully. They’d done it! She was officially baking new buns in her oven! Turning to the side in the mirror again, she looked at the slight dome of her belly, tears of elation running down her cheeks.

“Hey babies, it’s Mommy. I don’t know how many of you there are, but I hope you know I love you.” Now to send the picture of the positive tests to Warren. She was gonna be a mom again!

She texted him the pictures.

-

Congrats Daddy, Mommy’s baking again!

‘Wait, you’re serious Ali?’

Dead serious, I’m pregnant!

‘Holy shit! I mean, wow! Have you told Mel and Adam yet?’

No, you were the first one I told.

‘Can we both tell them? Holy shit, I can’t believe it!’

-

Alice waddled into the living room, holding her belly. Melissa and Adam were playing Mario Kart, bickering over a set of races. She stroked her burgeoning gut, wondering just how many babies had been bred into her. She couldn’t wait for month nine already. “Oh, Mom, when did you get here?” Melissa asked. Alice startled, looking up. “What? Oh, just a minute ago.”

Adam froze the game, turning to her. “Why are you acting weird?” Alice knew the game was up at that moment, and Melissa noted Alice’s hand on her belly. It wasn’t unusual to see that in their day to day, but this was maternal, a vibe Melissa picked up on instantly. “Wait, Mom… did.. are you actually?” Alice teared up, nodding furiously. “I’m pregnant again!”

Melissa and Adam broke out in twin cheers, hugging their mother as they glanced down at her belly. “I bet you already have a bump!” The growing gut filled Alice’s lap as juice packed up inside her. She could pump and find out but right now all she cared about was the love of her children. “Ah! I’d be a blimp by the time I give birth!” She squealed, though she actually didn’t mind the thought, being a big, pregnant life balloon ready to burst with her young.

“We’ll have to check later!” Alice agreed as the small family cuddled. “Question,” she began as her kids looked up at her from her swelling belly. “Five years time, how many more members of our family are we gonna have?” She asked jokingly. “Taking bets now.” Adam snickered, his hand on his mother’s belly. “I think nine.” He said. Melissa snorted. “Eleven knowing Mom.” Alice would have placed bets on a nice even ten, but eleven sounded fantastic too.

While the others returned to their game, eyes flicking to Alice’s belly every couple minutes, she set up her laptop. Her storefront was doing amazing, she’d gotten offers from several local markets and she’d had a phone call the other day from a supplier who was more than happy to take her milk.

She opened her site inbox and noted an email come through from a consumer.

‘Hi there, I’m a local who’s tried your milk, it’s amazing! I heard through a trusted source that it’s all natural, how do you do it?’ Alice wondered for a moment how she could reply to this question. She’d been debating just owning the fact that she was a berry woman, but she worried she’d gain a level of fame she really didn’t want, it would stress her out so much.

She typed out a reply. ‘Hi there! So, I pump all my breastmilk totally naturally! You can verify via my pictures and a video on Youtube, but I have a genetic condition called berryism which means I am part fruit, in my case I’m a blueberry woman, and the milk is all from my pregnancies!’ Perhaps she should invest in an actual farm and some cows along the way.

Alice updated her storefront with her latest batch of milk she’d pumped just this morning, when her boobs had been so engorged and sensitive she’d had no choice but to rush to the new milking stall Warren had bought for her and pump it all out into the kegs. She adored the new milking stall, she could sit or stand in it and if she really wanted, Warren could bind her wrists into the wooden hatches, keeping her there for him to do anything he wanted.

She bit her lip, heaving herself back up from the couch. She waddled through the hallway down to the garage, where they kept the truck and the milking stall. She locked the door after her, and she sat down in the stall. Her boobs were full again and lactating through her nursing bra. She unbuttoned the maternity dress she wore, her breasts flopping out as they bulged over her brassiere confines.

Alice groaned, just managing to unlatch her bra and let her breasts hang either side of her belly. Pointy, full and violet areolae gushed milk, and as she hooked herself up to the pumps, she heard the machinery start to whir. “Fuuck…” She moaned lowly, squeezing her breasts. She rubbed her crotch against the chair, arching her back as she ruminated. “‘M gonna have babies again… gonna be a mommy again…” Her belly was a full, taut orb of juice settling at her knees at this point, and she rubbed its expanse.

She wondered how big she’d be in a couple months. If Warren had put an entire batch in her, she would be truly gigantic by a season or so. “Nnngh…” The pumps sucked at her swollen mammaries, eagerly attempting to dry her of all her reserves. She wished she’d recorded this for Warren, her moaning and whining for him as she rubbed her pregnant belly. That was an idea for next session.

She was so big her fingers couldn’t reach her pussy, but she was just about able to tear the rest of her dress from her body. Every inch of her was so sensitive and flush she was practically more violet than blue, and she liked it that way. “Nngh Daddy, want you to get home…” She thought about Warren, his strong, capable arms manhandling her after a rough day at work, thought about him catching her in the middle of pumping and bending her over even as she protested.

She was building up to an orgasm now, she could feel it. She could barely round out with how furiously she was preventing build-up, cumming it out as soon as it welled inside her, so horny she was quite literally outpacing her growth rate. What a thought to have as the sensations inside her coiled and tightened, breathing heavily as her face became warm and damp with sweat, a coil of damp hair getting in her mouth as she moaned through her orgasm.

“OOOHHHHH!” Her legs trembled as juice splattered on the floor, dripping off of the chair as she tried her best to recover from what she considered a completely willing loss of control. She was fully juiced now. Steadily, she got up, inspecting her belly.

At only a few weeks pregnant, there was a small but noticeable bump. Holy shit.

After she got herself cleaned up and plugged the milk kegs, she wandered back into the main part of the house, standing to the side for Melissa and Adam. “Guys…” She caught their attention, pointing to the small bump in her belly. Melissa laughed in shock. “My God, how many did Warren put in you Mama?” She asked incredulously.

She swelled up throughout the rest of the day

Warren returned home a few hours later and Alice rushed up to him, well, as much as a fully swollen berry mother could. Warren caught her belly in his arms, admiring her pregnant nudity in as full view as he could. “We did it?” He was overjoyed, he couldn’t wait to watch her swell out with his babies, growing wider and fatter as they overtook her body.

“We did it,” Alice confirmed with a wide grin. She bit her lip. “I pumped again earlier, and when I got the chance, I took a pic.” She showed him a photo, a low angle of her dripping sex, with her grinning at the camera. Warren swallowed, trying his best to remain on his best behaviour. “Nnghh… Alice, baby, please stop teasing me.” He begged. Alice shrugged. “If you’re a good daddy I will.” That was it. Later he was putting her on her knees for him.

“How many do you think you planted inside me?” She asked curiously at the dinner table. Warren looked at Melissa and Adam, wondering something. “What did you guys bet?” Melissa piped up. “I picked eleven!” Adam had tried to get his word in edgewise before her, but had had to go second. “I bet nine.” Warren had a think about it. He gazed at Alice’s full form, admiring it in its entirety. “I think five.” He settled on. He didn’t want to go for too large a number just yet, and he certainly didn’t think there were eleven in her juicy womb.

Alice beamed. “I think they’re all great numbers.” Once everything was cleaned, Warren and Alice turned out early for the night. Laid in between her cleavage, Warren stroked the flesh around her divot. “Who do you think they’ll be?” He asked. Alice needed clarification on that, so he elaborated. “The babies, when they grow up?” Alice stopped at that, wondering. The possibilities made her mind open like a door thrown wide, and she thought endlessly.

“Whoever in this world they are, we’re always going to love them.” She murmured. Warren thought that was a given, patting her juicy, taut flesh.

-

Alice was huge already. Nearing the end of her first trimester, when juiced she had what looked to be a bump looking halfway through a regular pregnancy. “Holy shit, you’ve knocked me up good.” She commented to Warren as he drove them towards the hospital. Warren chuckled, patting her belly. “That’s how you know I’m a good bull, huh?” Alice bit her lip. Ever since she’d admitted wanting to be a berry cow, he’d been very enthusiastic in calling her his cow, and while she was hesitant to admit it, it made her want to give him everything she was.

He helped her out of the expectant mother’s spot, her full belly wobbling as she went. The juice filling her made her look due, and her navel had popped again. Warren put his arm around her waist, guiding her in. She liked his possessiveness, it awoke a need in her she hadn’t realised had been a part of her, she liked to be protected, to be pampered like she was.

“Alice!” Mikayla’s voice came from the reception. “Oh, and who’s this?” She looked towards Warren, then towards Alice. “Oh, I get it! Get it girl!” Alice felt her ears go hot, hands on her belly. “It’s been ages girl, where have you been?”

Alice made small talk with her for a few minutes. “Oh, I’ve started my own milk business! I sell my own milk now.”

“So you’re like a big business girly now! Nice, Allie! Oh, you guys in for something?” Warren decided to take charge for Alice, who was content to let him talk for her. “We have an ultrasound appointment with my girlfriend’s midwife, Kiera?” He felt out of place here. These were all Alice’s old co-workers, and he wanted very badly to impress them. Mikayla gaped, leaping up from her seat and hugging Alice. “Oh my God Allie, you’re having more babies?”

Mikayla turned to Warren. “You didn’t coax her into this did you-?” She was stopped by Alice pulling down the finger jabbing into Warren’s chest. “Kayla, Kayla, I wanted more babies, calm it!” She reminded the goth girl. Mikayla raised an eyebrow at Warren, before stepping back. “If it helps,” Warren offered, “She takes initiative and we stop any time.”

“That helps,” Mikayla agreed. Warren held out his hand as an olive branch. “I’m Warren.” Mikayla took it gingerly. “Mikayla. Take care of Allie, she’s been a better mom to me than my bitch egg donor was.” He looked her in the eyes, nodding solemnly. “I hurt her you can hunt me down.” He promised. Mikayla grinned. “You bet.”

Alice watched this display with some trepidation, cooling when they shook hands. “J-jeez you guys, you act like you’ve consigned me to indentured servitude!” She lightened the mood, taking Warren’s arm and wrapping it around her waist again.

“Only as my big berry cow,” Warren whispered in her ear. Alice gasped, trying to hold back a moan at the thought. As they waited in the lobby, Alice’s belly grew out into her lap and she separated her thighs. Eventually, Kiera emerged from the examination room, the middle-aged pregnant lady with her gaping at the sheer size of Alice, as if she’d pop right there and then.

“Alice! Hey love, come on in!” Her cheery best friend invited, and Alice was more than happy to waddle her fat pregnant ass inside the room. Her hips brushed the doorframe and her breath hitched. “H-haaah!” She gasped as she popped through, her wrecking ball of a belly swaying heavily as she entered. Her dress began to tear down her front and the denim jacket she wore began to strain over her back.

“Okay Alice, do you want to go on the table or would you prefer us to set you down somewhere?” Kiera asked gently. Alice considered it. She’d broken one medical bed before and she’d had to pay to replace it. She was about the same size now and she preferred not to pay out of her savings at this point.

“Can I lean against the counter and you scan me that way?”

“Of course, c’mon, I’ll help you over.” Kiera and Warren each hitched an arm under her shoulders and heaved her over towards the counter. She laid on it awkwardly, her elbows planted into the edge. Her heart thundered in her chest, she couldn’t wait to see how many strong babies Warren had planted inside her. As Kiera wheeled the ultrasound machine towards her, Alice changed her mind.

“Mind if we set up on the ground? This is really uncomfortable and I’m gonna be round soon.” Kiera agreed with that prediction, more and more of Alice’s cobalt flesh was tearing through her dress, blue boobs flopping out either side of her expectant gut. “Okay mama, let’s get you down on the ground.” As Alice settled down, Kiera and Warren sat beside her.

“Haaah- cold!” No matter how many times she was pregnant Alice would never get used to the sensation of the gel on her bare belly. “I know, I had my scan the other day and it’s freezing!” Alice had almost forgotten. “Oh my God, how was it? Are you far enough to tell yet?” She inquired. Kiera beamed, rubbing her belly. “I’m having twins!” She announced. Alice squealed, trying her best to wrap her fat arms around Kiera. “Holy shit K, two new niblings! Congratulations!” Kiera basked in the praise for a moment. “Hey, enough about me, this is your show. You ready?”

Alice swallowed and with Warren joining her, they gave their blessing. As Kiera hovered the ultrasound wand over her belly, a soft, rhythmic ‘whoomph, whoomph, whoomph’ filled the room. “Oh my God guys, looks like triple congratulations are in order!” Triplets, she thought. “Wait, really?” Warren asked, gazing at the screen. Three embryos swirled around inside her womb and Alice cradled her belly before she began to round out.

Triplets. Alice sniffled happily, watching as her belly slowly inched out, the rounded swell becoming more pronounced with every passing moment. “Multiples run in the family.” She mused. It was a revelation to be sure. Keira also seemed to have something to say. “Alice, as your friend, I do just wanna remind you just in case you forgot, but you know each pregnancy you have extends your fertility by months to years. I know you want to expand your family now, but you should look into any possible protection opportunities just in case you wanna stop.”

“I know,” Alice was planning on taking full advantage of her biology. “Trust me, I’ve no need for protection now.”

Alice waddled out of the examination room, her body totally full now, trying to massage the parts of her divots her fingers could reach, which wasn’t much. “Triplets..” She sniffled. Three little lives that were growing inside her, three kids they would raise, the first litter in their expanding family.

Melissa and Adam were waiting for them when they got back. “Well?” Melissa practically demanded. Alice waited a moment to get settled before a smile grew on her face. “We’re getting three new members of the family!” She squealed, elated.

“Wait, holy shit, really?” Adam whooped, crouching down to Alice’s belly. “Hey you three, can’t wait to teach you how to play League!” He poked Alice’s belly, and Warren went pale behind her.

“You are NOT teaching them to play League.” Warren muttered, hoping Adam wasn’t serious. Melissa was ecstatic. “Holy shit, holy shit! Three new babies?” Melissa hugged Alice, her mama’s diameter so taut she barely had any give. “You’re gonna get so big…”

Alice had a feeling that would be true.

She let the fawning go on for a little while longer before she started to waddle towards her pumping room. “Follow?” She asked Warren, who eagerly did so. He loved how her body wobbled, how her little hands bounced with every bit of effort from her turgid form, how round she was.

He locked the door behind them, and Alice waddled in a slow, heaving circle to face him. “I’m gonna be so full…” She teased.

He approached, hands going to her belly. She felt his strong, work-coarse hands kneading her gut, playing with soft, pregnant berry flesh. She felt young again when he touched her, and she had to stop herself from moaning just at that. Warren leaned over, kissing her chin. “God I love you,” he murmured. “I wanna hear your moans baby, don’t stifle them,”

So she did. With every touch, she let out little squeaks, pleasure slowly mounting under her taxed diameter. “Warren.. I wanna have your babies forever…” He loved the thought of that. Her constantly fecund with his children, their little beans growing bigger and bigger. He wanted to help her bring them into the world. “And you will baby, I wanna watch you swell. Wanna watch your tits get milky and pert, hard as rocks.” He pinched a purple areolae, watching as it began to drip.

“Annnh… Warren, fuck…” She imagined herself in a few months time, utterly, heavily gravid, so full of babies she struggled to breathe, the comfortable ache pressing down on her spine as the babies writhe, and she wanted it so badly. “You feed me, you make me fucking massive.” She begged, and Warren groaned. He needed to be inside her, needed her wet, leaking cunt warming his cock.

“Of course.. I’m gonna make you gain so much weight, gonna make you so fucking fat for my babies, my big, strong units, bulging you bigger, rounder.” Alice wanted it so badly. Wanted to give him a soccer team’s worth of kids, even to the point that they’d have team colours, with her as the mascot, ripe and round and most importantly of all, PREGNANT to the heavens and back.

“I wanna be doing this when I’m sixty!” She cried out, and Warren growled into her, rolling her over and facing her wet, gushing sex. This was his purpose. “I’m going to fucking fatten you with my spawn. Make you look like that chick in the Alien movies.”

This was new. Alice moaned aloud, not expecting it and rode with it. “Do it, put your babies in me, fill me until I burst! Make me pop!” She begged.

Warren slid into her with a wet pop, and Alice moaned loudly. “FUCK, SO HUGE!” If possible, her pregnancy had made him harder than he’d ever been, and now that she’d had a taste of hot, swollen pregnant railing, she was an addict, and she’d never stop being pregnant. She was a fat fucking breeder and she was going to make sure everyone knew it.

“Must be all that milk,” Warren growled against her swollen cunt as he continued to rail her. “My babies, my breeder, my berry. You’re so good to me Alice, good girl, beautiful girl, my preggo girl…” He was feeling strangely melancholic even as her poor pussy took his cock’s abuse easily, fitting her like a glove. Plap, plap, plap! Wet slaps filled the room and Alice’s screams broke the haze. “Aaanh, annh, annnh! I’m your berry, your baby mama, your bloated blimp!” She agreed.

Warren’s peak was nearing and Alice couldn’t believe how much cum he’d already jettisoned into her, her clit so fat she felt him dig a finger into her labia and start circling it. “O-oh f-FUCK!” She whimpered, her mind suddenly shattering as an earth-quaking orgasm shook her form. He wasn’t letting up however, and she wasn’t even close to done, though her form went totally limp and helpless against his brutal ravaging.

“Pretty girl, big mama, beautiful mama, c’mon now.” He whispers against her belly as her pressure mounts. “H-Honey, not fair- not fair!” Her breath hitches and as he rams into her again she whines. “P-please, gonna- gonna, oh, oh, fuck honey, GONNA CUM!” She yells and a gush nearly winds Warren, but as he holds first, a deluge of cum erupts from his cock, painting her womb white as juice splatters the walls.

She’s shuddering. That’s the first thing she registers as she comes to, and Alice can only babble dumb-foundedly as Warren rolls her upright. “B-babe, wh-hooooohh…?” She whimpers and Warren spatters kisses down her jaw. “Shh-shh baby mama, just get your mind right.” He sways her globe-like diameter and she can barely muster the energy to flap her hands.

He holds her belly and Alice can form words again after a few minutes. “Wanna say hi, Daddy?”

Warren kneels slowly. Every cell in her body knows he’s her person, and there’s this magical, utterly wondrous sensation, she swears she can almost feel their babies forming inside her, and once again she finds herself wondering just who in the world they’ll be.

“Mama’s so strong huh?” Warren kisses her belly and Alice listens intently. “I can’t wait for you guys to be here, I’m gonna make sure nothing ever happens to y’all, and I’m gonna give you guys a bunch of siblings to play with. I love you guys so much..”

She knows then that she would give him the world, she would fill the planet with their children if he so much as said the word.

And as he rises, she finds tears brimming on the forefront and she begins to sob. “God I love you so much.. How did we get so lucky?” She bawls, and she sees Warren starting to cry as well. The couple cry on each other for a few minutes before pulling themselves together, and Warren pulls up the ultrasound photo.

“Look at them,” Warren admires. It feels like twenty years ago again, and Alice knows her journey is going to be so difficult, but so worth it.

“And I’m gonna grow them big and strong, so they know how much Mommy loves them.” She murmured into his ear. Warren gets a hungry glint in his eye. “Then let me just fire up the grill.”

[lover-of-mine]

Lady Whistledown. I don't see any happiness because it's the beginning of themes. They wanted the helicopter emoji so bad, and it wasn't thrown their way. To be clear when I mentioned if they get excited just knowing he may be on set. That's a huge downgrade. Again, after E6, they had big imaginations. A bunch of Diaz boys with BT. Maddie interacting with a LI. Mother Hen giving her approval. Tommy at the ER taking care of the whole team. Go Kart desert date. The dinner scene putting a label on the relationship. And not one thing happened. So they restarted after the finale but nobody is giving them attention. So don't let them fool you if they act like it's great they know he's on set.

But no, that post gave them no joy. I think we sort of know it's a little generic, but they are backing away from the helicopter and bee theory hard. Because clearly there is no Tommy in part of the original arc they usually have. At least as a first responder.

Also, they are hoping that's good because if he shows up, it could be Anna treatment. So they should have whatever happens happens, and then Buck goes home to his "safe place" and "love of his life."

But yes, the goal post keeps moving.

Hello love 🩷

They had high hopes, huh? Somehow they managed to miss out on everything. Also, in what world is the Ana treatment good? Ana treatment is a guaranteed breakup by episode 3. It is my personal bet, that the opening arc is gonna add tension and they're gonna be done by episode 4, but like, that's not good for them in any way lol nice to see they have accepted the dude has Ali/Ana levels of involvement tho. It is going to be something if he turns out on set tho, the speculation is gonna go insane again. Guess we have to wait a bit more then.

[southasiansource]

MURTASIM KHAN + anguished love confessions

[Image ID: seven gifs of Wahaj Ali as Murtasim Khan and Bushra Ansari as Maa Begum from Tere Bin episode 27. They're talking about Meerab. The gifs have both Urdu subtitles and English translations:

GIF 1: Murtasim rejecting his mother's idea of divorcing Meerab, shaking his head as he says, "Nahi, Maa Sahab. Chah ke bhi nahi chhod sakta usko." The translation reads, "No, Mother. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't leave her."

GIF 2: Murtasim firmly telling his mother that, "Woh ek shart toh kya, sau shartein aur bhi laga de, tab bhi nahi chhod sakta" with a slight frown between his brows. The translation reads, "Not just one condition - even if she adds a hundred more, I couldn't leave her even then."

GIF 3: Maa Begum leaning forward in disbelief, shaking her head as she asks, "Itni mohabbat karte ho uss se?" The translation reads, "You love her that much?"

GIF 4: Murtasim's face falling for a minute, blinking repeatedly as he nods quietly, a stuttered movement.

GIF 5: Murtasim shaking his head slightly as he mulls over how to explain it to his mother as he says, "Yaqeen karein, jaan bujh ke nahi ki hai." The translation reads, "Believe me, I didn't do it on purpose."

GIF 6: Murtasim's eyes narrowing as his brow furrows slightly. His dialogue continues, "Khud ba khud hoti chali gayi aur main khud ko rok nahi paaya." The translation reads, "It just kept happening, and I couldn't stop myself."

GIF 7: Murtasim looking unbearably sad for a brief moment as he contemplates what he just confessed before he looks down, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

/end ID]

[pisac-u-tami]

Da li jos uvijek mislis na mene kada slusas Dinu Merlina? Njegove pjesme sam zavolio zbog tebe, jos uvijek se sjecam kako si mi govorila da ti je zivotni san da odes na njegov koncert. Ja sam toliko zelio da ti ostvarim tu zelju da sam imao i dvije karte za njegov koncert. I ako stvari izmedu nas nisu bile bajne u tom trenutku, imali smo puno uspona ali i padova, svejedno sam te zelio iznenaditi. Poslom sam bio u drugom gradu, i to je bio moj trenutak kada sam kupio karte, i pripremao iznenadenje za tebe. Znam da nisam bio savrsen, ali nikada nisi odustala od mene, zelio sam ti se zahvaliti zbog toga, i zbog toga sto si uvijek bila tu. Sjecas se kako si me zadnju vecer nazvala? Bila si pijana, plakala si.

-Sto se dogodilo? Upitah te.

-Nista, samo mi mnogo nedostajes Harise.

Meni si plakala, nisam imao hrabrosti a ni srca da ti kazem kako ja nisam Haris. Prekinuo sam poziv, sate sam proveo sjedeci u mraku. A onda sam odlucio otici od tebe bez pozdrava, nisam te mogao vidjeti ili cuti jer znam da kada bih te vidio ili cuo tvoj glas da bih ostao. Ja nisam bio tvoj covjek.

Ig: Pisac_u_tami_

[bojesvemira]

Toliko me život iscrpio, od ljubavi do pronalazenja same sebe u pubertetu. Od prijateljstva do tuge, od ukocenosti i živahnosti od uzbudjenja i malaksalosti. Kada bi me pitali od čega najviše možda od tog osjećaja da nikome i nigdje ne pripadam, taman kada pomislim nešto me povuče sebi kao crna sjena koja mi pruža utočište samo u njenom zagrljaju. Uvijek sam htjela da samo imam dovoljno novca za par stvari, to su avionske karte, krofne u Rimu i za vuneni džemper. Ali kako odrastam želje su mi veće i veće valjda mi je jedina satisfakcija ovaj uspjeh, ne znam majku mu….

A od ljubavi nisam puno očekivala šta više poruku dnevno, ruku u ruci i koji cvijet. Sada ne mogu više pišam se na te standarde, hoću najmanje sto i dvije poruke dnevno, sto i dva poljubca, da dođe kad treba, da me razumije više nego iko ikada, da sa mnom i putuje vikendom u druge gradove, države na ostrvo ne bi li našla kokos i u njemu svoju dušu vjerovatno kada bi ga i našla prazan bi bio. Dosta mi je više tog stresa, tuge, bijesa u ljudima dosta mi je sjediti gledati u jednu tačku ili pričati o ovim problemima gdje sam nestala i da li ću se pronači možda sam isparila skroz možda nikad neću moći naći se ali hajde da ne pričamo o tome, hajde da putujemo da dok gledamo jedno u drugo vidimo samo daleki jug, prošle godine sam se osjećala tako pronađeno ali sa pogrešnom osobom stalno sam putovala, pila jeger i plesala. Hoću i ove godine, da ljeti plešem po otoku bosa i gola, da mi kosa dotiće ramena i da brojim nove benove od sunca hoću da me nema kao što me nije bilo ni sada. Hoću da me nema u gradovima koji me vole, i hoću da nas nema kada rane nas bole.

[uhode]

Bok :) imas li mozda kakve preporuke za Beograd? Sto vidjeti, gdje na kavu/piće, hrana, hidden gems, što god? Dolazim na vikend za tjedan dana, nisam nikad bila :') tnx!

jao imam naravno!!!! ako juriš muzeje narodni je fantastičan, muzej jugoslavije i muzej savremene umetnosti su isto prezabavni i karte su smešno jeftine, u knezu tj glavnoj ulici ima i galerija sanua i slobodan je ulaz, baš se brzo obidje i uvek su zanimljive postavke, isto imaš gomilu galerijica po dorćolu ni ja ne znam da ih nabrojim sve. od bioskopa sve preporuke za jugoslovensku kinoteku i bioskop zvezdu, gvirni na instagramu šta daju kada ali karte za kinoteku su 300 dinara tj malo manje od 3€ a za zvezdu je ulaz slobodan i plaća se samo dobrovoljna donacija kako bi bioskop opstao. e sad za restorane baš i nisam ekspert ali za pića i kafice imaš lokal u alekse nenadovića, monks bar u knjeginje zorke, to su neki moji go to, cetinjska je beogradjanima postala kliše ali je svakako zabavno, to je kompleks lokala koje bih najbolje okarakterisala kao hipsterske i pretenciozne ali nisu loši samo mi volimo da ih pljujemo. gradski prevoz nije baš baš najefikasniji ali nije loš, možeš da se švercuješ do mile volje ako udje kontrola pošalješ A90 na 9011 i kupiš kartu to ti dodje oko 90 centi malo manje. moovit kida kad ne znaš kako da dodješ donekle i tačne su navedene autobuske linije. ako ti nije cimanje svrati do zemuna malo prošetaj se do dunava sedni negde kraj vode to je uvek fino, ako te mrzi da ideš do zemuna možeš da svratiš do savskog keja ispod kalemegdana ali ne u beton halu već na drugu stranu, brankov most nije strašan može da se predje peške, ima par slatkih lokala tamo kraj reke. malo sam se raspričala ali ako te zanima išta specifično pitaj slobodno sve ću ti reći

[werentmarbella]

Troškovi boravka u Marbelji 2024: Sveobuhvatan vodič

Marbelja, popularno odredište na obali Sunca u Španiji, nudi raznovrsne opcije smeštaja i aktivnosti koje mogu značajno uticati na ukupne troškove boravka. Ovaj vodič pruža pregled troškova smeštaja, hrane, prevoza i aktivnosti u Marbelji za 2024. godinu.

Smeštaj

Cene smeštaja u Marbelji variraju u zavisnosti od tipa objekta i perioda boravka:

Apartmani: Cene za apartmane kreću se od oko 60 do 150 EUR po noćenju, zavisno od lokacije i opremljenosti.

Hoteli: Cene hotelskog smeštaja mogu biti više, sa troškovima od 100 do 300 EUR po noćenju za hotele sa 4 ili 5 zvezdica.

Vikendice i kuće za odmor: Ove opcije mogu koštati između 150 i 500 EUR po noći, zavisno od veličine i luksuza.

Hrana

Troškovi hrane u Marbelji takođe variraju:

Restorani: Obrok u pristojnom restoranu može koštati između 15 i 40 EUR po osobi. U luksuznijim restoranima, cena može dostići i preko 100 EUR.

Brza hrana i kafići: Brzi obroci ili užine mogu se naći za oko 5 do 15 EUR2.

Prevoz

Troškovi prevoza u Marbelji uključuju:

Taksi: Cena taksija varira, ali prosečna cena vožnje unutar grada je oko 10 do 20 EUR.

Javni prevoz: Autobusne karte su povoljne, sa cenama od oko 1.50 EUR po vožnji6.

Aktivnosti

Marbelja nudi razne aktivnosti koje takođe utiču na budžet:

Izleti: Organizovani izleti u okolna mesta, kao što su Ronda ili Granada, kreću se od 55 do 85 EUR po osobi.

Ulaznice za atrakcije: Cene ulaznica za muzeje i druge atrakcije su obično između 10 i 25 EUR.

Zaključak

Ukupni troškovi boravka u Marbelji zavise od vaših preferencija i izbora. Prosečan dnevni budžet može se kretati između 100 i 300 EUR po osobi, uključujući smeštaj, hranu, prevoz i aktivnosti. Planiranje unapred može pomoći u optimizaciji troškova i omogućiti uživanje u svim čarima ovog prelepog letovališta.

[garotadoinverno]

A vida toda ela gostou de emoção e aventura. A primeira vez que a deixaram pilotar um kart, parecia que tinha se encontrado, porque nunca mais parou. Tudo bem que ela precisava usar capacete e todos os equipamentos de segurança, mas a adrenalina e a emoção de ver tudo em uma velocidade absurda, pondo a tona todo o reflexo que um ser humano poderia ter, parecia revitalizador.

A vaga no Academy tinha vindo de muito bom grado, ainda mais representando as cores da Ferrari. Todo mundo que gostava do automobilismo, em algum momento da vida, tinha se encantado pelos carros chamativos da scuderia. Ela achava isso ótimo. A quantidade de contatos que havia feito era sensacional e quando seu contrato de dois anos se encerrasse, esperava conseguir ir para outra categoria sem maiores problemas.

Havia as festas onde os pilotos costumavam frequentar, a mesma festa onde esbarrou com Thomas Durand. Era claro que ela sabia quem era ele, tava mais fácil ele não saber quem era ela, afinal, o Academy mudava a cada dois anos. Quando se aproximou dele, jurava que o intuito era apenas se apresentar e mostrar que apesar dos pesares, achava ele um ótimo piloto. O que não contava é que fosse se aproximar tanto dele naquela noite. Ela sabia que ele estava noivo, então por qual motivo ela simplesmente não se afastava dele? Por qual motivo além dela estar tão perto dele, ainda ficava flertando com o mais velho? O quanto nada parecia errado ali naquele momento.

Não parecia errado enquanto estava só risos e brincadeiras na área VIP daquela festa. O quanto não parecia errado, quando sentiu os dedos dele pressionarem sua coxa e pouco a pouco irem se escondendo pelo tecido de sua saia, até alcançar seus lábios. Como ela precisou encostar a cabeça no ombro dele, para esconder o rosto, enquanto os gemidos escapavam, ainda mais quando os dedos dele invadiram sua buceta, no meio daquela festa.

Não parecia errado também, quando teve que puxar ele até o banheiro da área VIP, e ficou de joelhos na frente dele, sentindo o pau bater no fundo de sua garganta, enquanto precisava puxar ar para os próprios pulmões tentando evitar engasgo. E como a visão dele segurando seus cabelos, enquanto tomava o controle para foder sua boca da forma que quisesse, era tão bonita.

Tão bonita quanto sentir os jatos dele invadirem sua boca e ela engolir tudo, com um sorriso no rosto, igual a vagabunda que era, quando ele gozou.

E poderia ter acabado aí, poderia mesmo, mas se lembra perfeitamente de ter sido dobrada em cima daquela pia, momentos depois. A saia sendo levantada, para deixar seu rabo exposto. E o quanto ela inclinou para se esfregar no pau dele, tendo a visão perfeita das expressões dele, devido o espelho a sua frente.

A visão tão perfeita, que pôde ver o exato momento em que seus dedos afundaram em sua buceta novamente, brincando com o clitóris dela e como ela estava tão molhada e tão pronta para ele.

— Sabe, você me parece um pouco estressado e parece ter gostado muito da visão, eu posso te ajudar com isso. — Ela provocava, enquanto os gemidos escapavam, enquanto ele a fodia com os dedos.

— Vem, me come igual vagabunda. Deixa eu gritar seu nome. Ninguém vai saber, se não quiser. O som ta alto lá fora. — Sua expressão era o puro suco de uma puta explodindo de tesão. O sorriso crescendo em seu rosto a cada tapa desferido contra sua pele, sentindo a ardência emanar e o quão bom isso era para ela.

E quando ele finalmente trocou os dedos, pelo pau afundando nela e a alargando como ela queria, ela precisou se segurar na pia, enquanto ele batia tão forte nela, tão rápido, que os gemidos foram ficando cada vez mais altos.

— Isso, Thomas, me come igual puta. Quero sair daqui de perna bamba, mostra pra mim o quanto você quer comer essa buceta. — E claro que o pedido era quase uma ordem, porque ele ia tão fundo, que suas pernas tremiam. Ela sequer tentava controlar os gritos. Ele estava acertando o ponto exato onde ela precisava dele e isso a estava tirando de órbita, os olhos revirando, enquanto o corpo parecia se incendiar.

Apesar do som alto do lado de fora,

naquele banheiro, a disputa de som entre os gritos dela, o barulho dos quadris se chocando, com ele metendo tão forte e tão fundo, que sentia as bolas bater na sua bunda, e os tapas que eram deferidos contra sua pele, eram disputadíssimos.

Ao menos, até o momento em que seu corpo pareceu se incendiar, enquanto as pernas tremiam, com as paredes pressionando o pau dele, enquanto ela se desmanchava, ficando com as pernas trêmulas, precisando se segurar contra o mármore da pia e tendo plena certeza que se as mãos dele não estivessem a segurando tão firme, teria desestabilizado.

Mais uma vez ela se viu ajoelhada na frente dele, a língua exposta, enquanto ele despejava os jatos contra sua língua, com ela engolindo tudo com um sorriso no rosto.

Levou apenas um tempo para que pudesse se recuperar do que era mais visível, enquanto limpava o canto da propria boca.

Poderia apenas sair dali e fingir que nunca aconteceu, mas ela sempre gostou de adrenalina, lembra? Por isso, antes de sair da porta do banheiro, apenas deslizou a ponta dos dedos no ombro do maior, como se tirasse um fio invisível dali. — Se um dia precisar aliviar o estresse de novo, sabe onde me encontrar. — Inclinou na ponta dos pés depositando um beijo na bochecha dele e saiu dali.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hey bbg you are amazing!!

First just want to check in on how you’re doing, did you drink some water today? Did you eat a nice snack?

Second, I’d like to request a romantic matchup(I think that’s what it’s called) for TR, if you could please!

-I’m a guy

- im an artist, which means i have terrible posture and normally have paint or charcoal or hot glue somewhere on me(hands, neck, etc) and don’t have the heart to clean it off(unless im going somewhere i need to be clean for) because i like the feeling of being part of my art :)

- I cosplay(part of my art stuff ig) mostly one piece characters and I’m pretty good at it—I’m a huge anime nerd, and have memorabilia of it on shelves and on my ceiling(in poster form I swear I haven’t hung anyone from my ceiling yet) and I like to get dolled up on the occasion in my parents’ old Dean Martini Swank Fest outfits which consist of actual army clothing from WW2 and some stuff that makes me feel fancy

- I surf, on occasion, since I live on the west coast and have a habit of wearing a shorty wetsuit under my clothes if there’s any chance of me going near the beach

- I’m working on becoming a marine biologist, but currently I’m just volunteering down in Santa Cruz where I get to help people pet swell sharks and teach them about the animals we have there

-I know a lot about history, and I have some things from the olden days(ex a Japanese soldier’s Sabre from WW2 I got for my 15th birthday + a megalodon tooth + old jewelry

-definitely more of a yapper than a listener

-have to have music or AirPods in my ears 24/7 with some exceptions like my volunteering and my stuff

-very wide range of music taste

- I love thrills. Amusement parks, concerts, roller coasters, go kart racing, MOTORCYCLES omg that is my heaven

-I have a very low pain tolerance, which I am ashamed of because I’m as much of a crybaby as Takemichi…

-super supportive to women. I see one—> immediate compliments, smiling, giving them support or help if they need it and buying sanitary products for all my friends plus keeping them on me just in case

- not very good at taking care of myself, I’m a good cook and have a basic sleep schedule…but I spent most of my life hating myself and now it’s hard trying to get back and go a day without disrespecting myself.(I’m doing so much better than before don’t worry about me)

-physical touch, gift giving, and quality time are my ways of showing affection and appreciation

-I love video games and arcades, especially when I get to play with friends or loved ones

-I’m an Aquarius

-very clingy, but I’m patient so that’s a good thing

-cat person

-very jumpy and paranoid(my dads fault 😒)

-I married Harvey in my main Stardew Valley account(silly little doctor guy)

-decently good at insulting people or getting people to shut up

-my main use of transportation is biking, so I have “very nice leggos” -my eight year old neighbor who i taught to bike

-I’m good with kids as long as they’re not throwing tantrums

-I run out of social battery very quickly and I will just walk off in social gatherings if that happens(it takes 10-30 mins for someone to notice I left smh)

-will bake cakes for everyone’s birthday

-I really want a full leg tattoo of my favorite animal: a Siphonophore(look them up they’re freaky guys)

-ive got freckles, which im partially insecure about because people say freckles+round face makes me look like a girl so i get misgendered a lot(womp womp on my part i got all the bad genes from my parents—thankfully no addiction genes tho)

-I only allow one Christmas song—ONE— and that is Fairytale of New York by the Pogues bcs it’s so good

-avid shark defender + dolphin disliker

-cannot wear anything with a thick tag on the neck, I have to rip it out or cut it because it makes me want to remove my skin :)

I hope I didn’t forget anything or yap too much, love you Aly! You’re the best 😘

Hi! I hope you are doing well. I’m doing better. Making sure I’m hydrated and eating well. This was a good amount of information, but one thing is missing for me to match you up. Do you want matched with a male or female character?

[belog-grada-crna-princeza]

Samo sam luda.

Ostani, šapućem ti. Ne čuješ me. Pružam ruku, prebrzo se vrtimo, smetaju mi svetla i buka i muzika koja trešti sa zvučnika. Sweet dreams are made of this/Who am I to disagree? Čini mi se da se smeješ ali daleko si. Želim da sve uspori, da stane, želim da siđemo sa ringišpila i pobegnemo što dalje od svega ovoga. Daleko si i to mi se ne dopada. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you/ Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused. Odjednom mi prolazi kroz glavu sećanje: stojimo na kiši i ti me uvlačiš u zagrljaj. Ništa mi ne treba, samo tvoje prisustvo. Ne znaš da je kiša danas slana. Obuzima me adrenalin, trčim, preskačem barice dok mi se nogavice natapaju vodom. Zoveš mi ime, ali ja čujem samo automobile i prokletu kišu i neko zujanje koje postaje sve glasnije. Svet mi se okreće. Krećem da padam, osećam nečije ruke kako me hvataju. Katarina? Ne mogu da progovorim. Katarina, šta ti je? Šta to bi? Tresem se. Odustaješ, grliš me. Samo sam luda. Znaš. Znaš da sam samo luda, zar ne? Ne idi. Ne idi. Ne idi. Ali ne govorim to, ne govorim ništa. I ti ćutiš. Ostajemo tako, ni sama ne znam koliko dugo, ali znam da nas ljudi zaobilaze, čujem korake i nervozno mrmljanje i kišu koja ne prestaje. Hajde, prehladićeš se. Vodiš me do stana, skidaš me, idemo do kupatila. Topla voda, tuš, tvoje ruke. Bademantil. Kauč. Ponovo tvoje ruke. Ne gledam te. Ne smem da te pogledam. Ljubiš me u kosu. U redu je, kažeš. Znam, kažeš. I ja ispuštam dah koji zadržavam, pa, čini mi se čitav život. Tada sam ti bila blizu, sada smo tako, tako daleko. Ne dopada mi se što ti ne vidim lice, ne dopadaju mi se ljudi koji vrište, ni moj impuls da odvežem ovaj pojas i razbijem se dole pred svima njima. Da li ćeš skočiti za mnom? Koliko još puta će mi sa usana sići iste reči? Samo sam luda. Ne idi. Samo sam luda. Sada bih bila bilo gde, samo ne ovde, idemo protiv vetra i to me uznemirava. Nigde ne stižemo i to me uznemirava. Noge mi ne osećaju tlo i to me uznemirava. Pružam ti ruku i odjednom osećam tvoju. Ringišpil usporava. Silazimo. Naslanjam se na tebe. - „Je li sve u redu?” - „Jeste, samo joj je malo muka” - govoriš čoveku koji proverava karte. I u pravu si. Muka mi je, od ovih ljudi, od ovog mesta, od ove glave koja na repeat vrti sećanja i sve buduće scenarije u kojima ostajem bez tebe. Ja ne mogu jednu vožnju ringišpilom da preživim. Meni je sve toliko strašno, nepodnošljivo; sve me neprestano preplavljuje, sve je naprosto neizdrživo. Ali, ništa tako kao pomisao na svet pre tebe. Ništa tako kao pomisao na svet bez tebe. Ništa tako kao tvoja daljina. Stiže taksi, ulazimo. Stavljam ti glavu na rame. Taksista pita kako je na vašaru ove godine. Ma znate, standardno, čujem kako odgovaraš. Standardno. Standardno. Ponavljam tu reč dok ne stignemo ispred tvojih vrata. Ponavljam je dok ne upalimo maleno svetlo u hodniku i ugasimo ono u sobi. Ponavljam je dok ne legnemo ispod čaršava, dok se pravim da spavam čekajući da ti zaspiš jer volim da ti gledam u zatvorene kapke, ponavljam je u ritmu tvog disanja, ponavljam je dok i mene san najzad ne savlada. Standardno. I sve dok je tako, dobro je.

- Katarina