#jia.writes

[safethrucloth]

tw: potential 3.1 archon quest spoilers!!

thinking of cyno with a mad scholar!s/o. thinking of him hearing the news that you got exiled for having gone insane because of your field of research. you, his sweet precious s/o. his dear [name]. thinking he’s gone mad himself because of such news, and him not accepting such grueling fate being casted upon you, he decides to exile himself from the akademiya and follow you. only to find you at aaru village with no expression on your usual beautiful sunkissed face— and with also no memory of him.

[litchifaerie]

hii! i hope you’re doing well!!

can i get a jace fic where she’s his younger sister and she’s just really dependent on him, and like follows his around and tried to stay w him while he’s really protective of her especially from the greens

pairings: protective!jace x valeryon(strong)!reader

warnings: not quite angst unless the last line. but the tension is there, fluff i suppose, romantic tension, canon typical incest. if anything else let me know, MAJOR SPOILER FOR FIRE & BLOOD/FUTURE HOTD

word count: 1.8k <3

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a/n: I am sorry i have been tardy with my promise but here is your much awaited request!!

You liked it here. Laying in bed, reading a book of poems while your mother combed through your hair. Rhaenyra always had a soft spot for her only daughter, caving in and allowing every reasonable whim you had. “Mother” you speak slowly, putting the book down and holding it close to your chest. Rhaenyra stops her gentle movement, looking down at you with fondness, “yes my child”?

“Can we stay here in king’s landing for longer?” you ask, “I do not wish to leave grandsire’s side yet. The maesters do not bring news of improvement any longer and I fear….” You trail off not wanting to word it out loud. Rhaenyra knew of the gravity of her father’s health but she feared the wedge between her children and her half siblings will only give rise to new fights and arguments every day.

“You know we can’t my dove”, she pets your head affectionately, “who will look after Dragonstone with us gone?”

“Please”, you request sitting up and turning your back to face her, “I do not want to risk not being here when he passes away and miss my chance at a last good bye.” Even Rhaenyra couldn’t argue with your words. Your request comes from a place of adoration for your grandfather, he was quite fond of his elder granddaughter, but Rhaenyra also contemplated what can go wrong if she isn’t here for her father’s death. No matter the legitimacy of her being named heir to the throne, she is well aware of the whispers at court, the scheming of the hand and the queen. Aegon Targaryen cannot be king if she is here to take control of the situation.

“It’s settled then” Rhaenyra agrees after a beat of silence. “We shall stay here for as long as you desire.” A smile of gratitude makes its way on your face at your mother’s words and you are quick to embrace her “Thank you mother”. Rhaenyra chuckles, rubbing soothing circles on your back “Now rest my dove, it has been a hectic day.” She leans in to kiss your forehead “sweet dreams”.

You make your way beneath the sheets, head resting comfortably on the pillow “Farewell mother”. With one last look at you Rhaenyra steps out of the room. The door closes softly behind her, letting the dim glow from the candles lull you into sleep.

Morning arrives gently, with sunshine streaming through the windows casting a soft glow in your room. The ladies assigned for your care had let themselves in, rousing you from your sleep and ushering you to the bath to get ready for the day.

The baths at King’s Landing were more majestic than back home. You take your time soaking in the warm water with jasmine oil and rose petals, sighing in pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to get dressed with the help of the ladies and having your breakfast alone, opting for some calm in the morning knowing your brothers and uncles will inevitably destroy any sense of peace in the coming hours.

“I’d like to take a stroll through the keep, alone. Much has changed since I’ve been away.” The guard assigned for your duty only nods at your command as you make your way out of the room. The seven-pointed star glares at your face at every turn you make, a stark contrast to the regal décor the keep had in your childhood.

“Sister! Wait!” comes a voice from your right. You stop turning around only to be faced with a panting Jacaerys. “Brother” you greet with a slight smile “You are up early today” you tease. “I was looking for you” says Jacaerys, ignoring your teasing. “I was wondering if you were alright after last night’s events”.

You slightly wince at the memory of Jace throwing a punch at Aemond and Aegon and Luce starting a brawl of their own. Your cousin Baela even tried jumping only for you to grab her by the waist as you yelled for them to stop.

“I’m alright” you dismiss his worries. “It was just a graze”. Aemond’s elbow had hit you in the cheek causing you to yelp in pain. Aemond’s actions did stop midway not expecting you to be so near and get hurt but it only spurred Jace even more as he landed even stronger punches than before at his uncle’s jaw.

Jace gently reaches a hand up to caress your face. “Its good it didn’t bruise” he thumbs at your cheek, “I’d not let it go if that brute ruined your pretty face”. And there it was again. Jace always had a penchant for using certain choice of words which reddened your face.

“Jace” you warn, “Do not fall prey to our uncle’s provoking. You know both of them only say words to rile us up.” Jace let’s go off your face sighing “I can’t help it if they accuse us of…” Accuse us of what? The Truth?

The somber tone in his voice lets you know of his mood dropping. It was only the start of the day and you will be damned if you let your older brother sulk so early. “I’d like to accompany you to your training if that’s alright with you?” Nothing makes him happier than being able to show off his skills to his younger sister and you are well aware of that. Jace is quick to look at you with shining eyes and agrees to your request.

You follow after him as he excitedly tells you of a new method he learnt from Daemon, smiling at his words and nodding when you think its appropriate to let him know you are attentive. Jace liked having your sole attention on him. It was just you and him in the beginning. His mother told him that the first time he saw you when he was a boy of two, you had looked at him as if he hung the moon and the stars in the night sky. Your crying would only stop if your older brother was there to shush you with his toys. You were the happiest baby when in his presence, trailing behind him like a little duckling, a trait which you still carry. Nothing soothes your nerves like being near Jace.

You watch as Jace spars with a squire. A sheen of sweat on his forehead making him look godly in the late morning sun. “I do not think its fit for a lady to be here niece” comes a chilling voice from right behind you, closer than you’d like that voice to be. “Uncle” you greet, your eyes not wavering from Jace at all, “I think I can go wherever I’d like. The Red Keep is my home as well after all.” Aemond smirks at your reply. Out of all the strong bastards you were his favourite to toy with. The boys were quick to throw punches but the ability to sometimes make you unable to come with a witty response brought him immense satisfaction.

“Hmm” he hums, coming to stand by your side, a little too close for comfort, “I hope my elbow didn’t cause you any harm princess. It would be unfortunate to see your brown eyes blacken from my unintentional hit.” Brown eyes. He emphasized it. He is trying to make you take the bait again. And his backhanded words of comfort and presence did unnerve you more than you’d like to admit.

“If you wish to see how real men train perhaps you should watch me instead of your no good of a brother. He moves like a boy who was gifted a sword a day ago” Aemond whispers in your ear. His breath hitting your skin makes your skin crawl and you shiver in disgust, moving back and putting a distance between yourself. “No thank you” you decline politely. “I prefer my brother over all”. Aemond only gives a sly grin at that, “Even in your bed?” he mocks.

What was stopping you from slapping this bastard from even suggesting such nonsense. You grit your teeth in frustration, almost hitting him yourself when a protective arm wraps around your waist bringing you back into a sturdy chest. “Who my sister brings into her bed is none of your concern dearest uncle” Jace says cooly. “And I suggest you refrain from using certain phrases that will bring the honor of my sister into question” he raises his brows at Aemond challenging him. “I’d hate to dislocate your jaw over some misunderstanding, we are family after all.”

One thing Aemond had learned from the beginning was Jace will never lose a chance to be your protective guard dog. He could hit two birds with one stone by simply choosing to pick on you instead. Why rile up one Strong bastard when you can rile up two? “I’d like to see you try” Aemond grins leaning in to challenge your brother.

“Jace” you whisper, “Don’t.” Aemond chuckles at your warning. “Aww will poor Prince Jace listen to his sister like an obedient mutt?” Jace clenches his jaw at his statement. “He isn’t worth it Jace” you interlock your fingers with Jacaerys’s trying to tug him away. Once you are able to move him from his spot, you lead Jace away and turn to Aemond to give him a disgusting sneer “You’re pathetic.”

Aemond's grin widens, his eye gleaming with amusement as he watches you walk away, Jace's hand still in yours. "Run along, little dove," he calls out mockingly, but you don't look back.

As you and Jace walk through the courtyard, the tension slowly eases from his shoulders. "You shouldn't let him get to you," you whisper, glancing up at him with a reassuring smile. "He only seeks to provoke."

Jace nods, but his grip on your waist tightens protectively. "I won't let him hurt you," he promises, his voice low and determined. "Not ever." You squeeze his hand, drawing strength from his presence. "I know, Jace. I know." You kiss his cheek gently hoping to calm him “No one can hurt me with you breathing down my neck” you giggle trying to lighten the mood.

He rests his chin on top of your head. “I won’t let any harm come to you ever. No one can hurt you.” His arms squeeze around your waist.

You always felt restless without Jace, and nothing brought you more comfort than being in his arms. You never have to worry about being safe with your brother around.

But years later when you crumble at the sight of the body of Jacaerys Velaryon with an arrow through his neck, no one is prepared for the wail of anguish that leaves your throat at not having your Jacaerys beside you anymore.

[suntara]

I apologise for being fucking deranged

[litchifaerie]

Guilty as Sin [Aemond Targaryen]

pairing: aemond targaryen x niece!reader (unspecified dad)

warnings: fluff, very little angst, not Daemon's daughter but she has silver hair, ooc!aemond (?), "i burn for you" typa confession. niece!reader strikes again.

word count: 3.3k

After the incident of Driftmark, it was a known fact that the family of the dragon has now broken into two factions, namely: The Hightower Greens and The Targaryen Blacks. Young Prince Lucerys had somehow managed to blind his uncle, Prince Aemond, in an act of what rumours say to be “self defence”. The family damaged beyond repair went on to live separately, no longer finding joy in maintaining the facade of a “happy joint family” to appease their king. Now years later, the question of inheritance of Driftmark is raised. Lord Corlys Velaryon is feared to be nearing his death and thus Vaemond Velaryon has raised a petition for himself to be declared the heir instead of its true heir, Lucerys Velaryon.

When the Blacks made their home in Dragonstone it took them quite a while to settle in with its rough seas and jagged cliffs. In a few months everyone seemed to settle in well. Everyone except for Rhaenyra’s eldest child, her only daughter, you. Back at King’s Landing you loved the court. You loved meeting the ambassadors of kingdoms you had read about in books with Aemond. You loved sneaking around the castle at midnight with Aemond. Your bare feet hurriedly rushing over the cold of the stone floors in search of some leftover lemon cakes in the kitchens. You loved sewing with Helaena and learning the names of her friendly little creatures. You and Aemond were perhaps the only companions she had growing up.

Yes, yes, you missed Aemond even more so. And now six years later, here you are, sitting in the carriage with your mother and step-father awaiting to reach the Red Keep soon. You’re busy gazing out the windows, looking at how much King’s Landing has changed. I wonder if that jeweller still has a shop in the city market. Lost in your thoughts you jump a little when you hear your mother speak. “Do keep an eye on your brothers there. Daemon and I have some matters to attend with the King the moment we reach. I do not want those two to pick a fight with your uncles.” Rhaenyra speaks calmly.

You nod with a polite “Of course mother”. And with a moment of hesitation, you ask “Is it alright if I invite Helaena for an afternoon tea, perhaps even a play date for her twins and little Viserys and Aegon? Please allow it mother! It has been ages since I last saw her! I wish to see my baby cousins and catch up with my dear aunt…” Rhaenyra can never say no to your pleading eyes. She only chuckles “yes my dear you may”.

It wasn’t a long while before the carriage came to a stop. A knight comes to open the door for you. “No one to greet us hmm” murmurs Daemon. His ability to remain stoic sometimes makes him seem invisible even in close proximity. He steps out first, helping you and your mother down next. Jace and Luce come rushing begging to go to the training grounds. “Boys”, you call out, “Mother and Father have some matter to attend to. Now if we may, lets see how the knights here train at King’s Landing.” With that you just turn around and they follow you like ducklings, ever the obedient little brothers.

You make your way to the training yard, looking around and seeing specks of your past. It all seemed like a far away dream now. How happily the boys played fight together, with you dabbling in some swordplay at times. Distant shouts of cheers catch your attention and you look their way. “Seems like there’s a fight going on” Jace remarks. And Luce replies energetically “Lets go see how the knights fare then” and drags you both towards the crowd.

A clash of swords and flurry of movements of men later you are able to catch a glimpse of long silver hair. A Targaryen. Long hair and a fine swordsman? Can’t be Aegon. That leaves the 2 others. And as you get closer you recognise his silhouette. It took you a little time but you can spot him anywhere still. It’s not your eyes that tell you of his identity but your heart. Its him. Yes, it is. Its Aemond.

“Well done my prince. In no time will you be participating in Tourneys.” Says the knight, who if your memory serves right must be Ser Criston Cole. “I don’t give a shit about tourneys” Aemond replies trying to gather himself after that tiring display of amazing swordsmanship. And then he spots you. At first Aemond believed it to be untrue. His mind had played many such games with him through the period of your absence. The Gods were cruel to not only rob him of his eye but also his dearest friend the same night. Maybe he stared at you a moment too long because that was enough for Jace to step in front of you and shield you from his uncle's view. At that Aemond seems to snap back to reality. “Nephews, come to train? Shall we see who has turned into a better swordsman these past 6 years.” He clearly is still looking to pick fights. You put your hand on Jace’s shoulder “Do not engage he just wants to rile you up”.

The crowd whispers amongst itself. Do you see that? The sons of the Queen and Princess do not get along. Are the whispers true then- You think you need to squash these whisperings now by a show of goodwill. You walk towards Aemond in the “dainty” manner a proper Lady should approach a Lord. “Uncle” you come to a halt just a bit away from Aemond, a few inches closer than it is deemed appropriate. “How have you been? I see the years have been kind to you. The tales of your growing talent of sparring has reached Dragonstone. And I am happy to say those words do no justice to your skill. You’re much better than what they lead us to believe.” Flattery. Heaps of it. So what if it’s a little backhanded. I need to patch things up even if it’s a little. “Dear niece” Aemond raises your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles “Ever the beauty. That must mean the tales of Lords and Knights fighting over a chance to court you must be true then?” and all you can do is chuckle. Oh so he will play this game then. “You flatter me too much my prince. I was wondering if you and Princess Helaena would have your afternoon tea with me. I’ve missed you incredibly. And I just can’t wait to meet little Jaehaera and Jaehaerys”

Ser Cole places his hand on the prince’s arm, “Perhaps some other day Princess. Prince Aemond has some mat-”. “Yes I will” Aemond butts in before Cole can finish. “Very well then” you fold your hands together. “I shall take my leave now. The journey here was rather long and tiring”. You look behind you to see the astonished faces of your brothers. You know what thy must be thinking. What the fuck is going on in her head? “Come Jace. Come Luce. Let us go freshen up. Mother is waiting for us” You wait for your brothers to take one of your arms each. And you leave just like that. Maintaining eye contact with Aemond for as long as it was societally acceptable of you to look his way without it spurring rumours.

Are her hips swaying? Is what Aemond notices as he watches you leave. With a smirk on his face his last thought is: You’re home now zaldrītsos.

You walk with your brothers to your room, both of them still silent, a little surprised at your actions that’s all. You’re at your door when you turn around “Brothers if you may. Please go to your respective rooms and tell your servants how you’ll like your rooms arranged. The long jouney has taken a toll on me and I wish to be alone.” They know that tone. They know what you say is less of a suggestion and is most definitely a command. And they know better than to cross you when you’re tired. Being short tempered is something you have learned from Daemon while growing up. He truly was your father in every way imaginable except biologically.

Once in the comforts of your room you let a deep beath out. And there it is on your bed. You hoped it would be. The letter with the blue wax seal on it. A sapphire blue.

“Welcome back dear niece.

 The crown jewel has finally returned to the court.

 See you in the evening.”

                              ~ A. T.

It’s evening now and in another part of the Keep, Aemond seems to overhear a very important conversation on his way to his sister. One about the matter of your betrothal. “Those Hightower cunts” Daemon seethes openly. Mother? Aemond hides behind a pillar in the seemingly deserted corridor while he heard his uncle openly badmouth his “kin” without any care of who might hear. The doors to the chamber were left ajar. “When you suggested y/n be betrothed to Aegon and Jace to Helaena. She refused the very moment it was suggested. Appalled that such a proposal can even be made. And now when we are here to have the king’s blessing to betroth Jace to y/n, the so called Hand has already made a suggestion for a match between that one eyed boy knight and our daughter!” Rhaenyra is just silent. Daemon seethes in his anger. But all Aemond focuses on is that he could have your hand if his mother finds a way. And also, a little angry that Jacaerys Velaryon, rather Strong, might covet what’s his.

Fuelled by what he refuses to call jealousy, the prince makes his way through the Keep. With only one destination in mind, he storms through the corridors paying no mind to the strange looks he receives. And its as if he is 10 again, knocking at the doors of his beloved friend. But now he is a man of 19, and she is more than his friend. She is his destiny and he will have her.

You’re busy taking your heavy necklace off, opting to wear long delicate crystal earring instead which matches the long flowy gown you changed into for the tea when you notice the knocks. Thinking its your ladies-in-waiting you yell out a “Come in.” Setting the necklace on top of the dresser, you’re surprised to find Aemond’s reflection staring at you through the mirror. “My prince” you turn to face him, still sitting at your vanity, “Aren’t you here a little early for the tea?”

“Hmm…” Aemond just hums in reply and sits on the settee nearby, “I’ve come to know of an interesting proposition regarding you my niece”. That was enough to have your attention, “And what that might be Aemond?” you cock an eyebrow at him. “You’re going to be betrothed by the time your stay here ends”. You’re a little stunned but you expected this coming. Your mother has given you the liberty to choose who you might marry but you won’t do so at the expense of her political foothold. Marriage cannot always be for love and you will follow your duty like the honorable Princess of the realm you are if that is what’s required of you. “Yes, I’m aware” you tell him plainly. “I think they have Jacaerys in mind.”

“And you have no issue regarding it” Aemond asks, finding himself to be a little unnerved at your calm demeanour. “No issue whatsoever?” And you can’t help but sigh “It is what is expected of me uncle. Targaryens are known to marry their siblings. Look at yours. I always knew that there might be a possibility of me marrying Jacaerys. I am my mother’s firstborn. Her heir. But I am not a son. She only seeks to squash any problem that might raise for when I ascend the throne by marrying me to her firstborn son.”

“He’s not worthy of you. None of those plain-featured boys. You’re more valyrian than they are with your silver hair.” Aemond speaks out. “If I were you, I would watch my tongue Aemond. Don’t want you to lose your other eye due to your idiocy.” You say casually while combing through your hair.

Aemond was a little sick of your nonchalant attitude. How can you agree to this match? Why do you seem so fine? Why are you willing to go through with this? All he can do is sit in silence, his eye refusing to watch your figure, his ego stopping him from expressing what he wants. But you know what he wants, and you want him to say it out loud.

You get up from the vanity, your silver hair in loose waves, the setting sun casting an ethereal glow around you. You look like the very picture of an angel to Aemond with a halo behind you. And suddenly all he can see is you, all he can breathe is you. You’re close, too close to him, his knees are touching your leg as you stand in front of him. The door to your room is only closed shut and not locked. One can just simply walk in and catch you.

Your fingers ghost over his cheek, trailing up to his eyepatch. “Does it hurt now?” he hears you say. There is no pity on your face, just curiosity. And your touch is so delicate, so soothing. “Not as much. Sometimes when I have worked myself too hard a sharp sensation shoots up but then subsides in a while”. And now its your turn to hum. Bringing your other hand to his other cheek you gently cup his face. And Aemond’s lone eye meets yours.

His eye seems so vacant. But if I look hard enough, I can catch a glimpse of the young boy who chased me through the gardens. “Can I see it. Your eye?” you rub your thumb against his cheek. Affection. Aemond bring his hand up to reach for yours, the one on the side of the maimed eye. “It is ugly. It might frighten a lady.” He hesitates. She will take one look at me in my hideous glory and never look my way again.

“Not to me. Especially when its you.” That sentence holds a lot more meaning and truth than what one might think and you only hope Aemond understands. And Aemond does what you ask of him. He gently removes his eyepatch waiting for you to let out a gasp. He wants to close his eyes for your inevitable disgusted expression but he cannot look away from you. He looks at every muscle you move on your face but he doesn’t see a grimace, instead could it be, is it awe?

A soft smile graces your face, wildly different from what he anticipated it to be. “The sapphire compliments your features nicely. I hope the gem isn’t uncomfortable?” He is dumbstruck for a minute. “No, it doesn’t, I always wanted to thank you in person for this gift.” When his eye healed, Aemond was surprised to find the city’s most famous jeweller with a chest full of his best gems waiting for him in his mother’s parlour. A reparation I suppose, the queen had said, the Velaryon girl wrote this letter saying how “sorry" she was for her brother’s action and expresses her regret for not being able to defend you against her brother. He wanted you to be there with him when he woke the next day, he remembered your crying face when the master said Aemond’s maimed eye can’t be repaired. It’s worth it y/n. I lost an eye but gained the biggest dragon that there is.

You resume rubbing your thumb gently over his scar and that’s what brings him back. “No man, no matter how noble he is, deserves you”. “Then who does my prince? Pray tell”, you say. You know his answer. Just say it Aemond. I beg you. “I have a duty to the crown Aemond”, dropping your hands from his face, you walk away from him. “And I will do it, even if I don’t wish to.”

Aemond was furious “How can you be so blind? Do you not see my pain?”. Your back was turned to him and you closed your eyes in frustration. You turn to look at him, with angry tears in your eyes, “I am tired of waiting for you!” you yell, “These past years have been agonising. It hurt not to be around you. But those letters kept me going. Our secret exchanges were what I kept looking forward to every week.” Aemond’s chest is just heaving. “And just when I thought that there’s a sliver of chance you feel the same-”

“I do.” Aemond interrupts you. He reaches forward to hold you but you back away. “Then why Aemond” there’s a slight tremble in your voice. “Thousands of lords and knights came to have my hand. And I rejected every single of them, hoping that you will present yourself in front of my parents and ask for me. You claim to have affection for me but I don’t see it.” You cut him off before he has a chance to explain.

“I’ll show my love for you” is all the silver haired prince says before tugging you to him harshly and planting his lips on yours. Its wild, full of passion and fury. The kiss seems to ignite something in you. Both your inner dragons coming to life and breathing out fire. He’s burning you with the force of the emotions the kiss conveys.

Although you feel breathless you still craved more of him. Your hand went at the base of his neck, tangling at his roots. You drag him even close if that’s possible. Aemond’s one hand is around your throat, controlling your movement, dominating you completely. His other strongly grips your waist keeping you in place. Your lips move together in perfect synchronisation although there seems to be a bite here and there.

The Targaryens are only gods because of their dragons. Right now, right here, were two young lord and lady lost in each other and were in dire need of air yet unwilling to be apart, fearing what comes next. You’re the first to break the kiss. The evidence of your passion is seen on Aemond’s swollen red wet lips and messy hair and you can only imagine yours to look the same.

Aemond leans his head against yours, your foreheads touching. His eyes are closed in pleasure and a rare smile graces his leeps but all you can do is admire him through your eyelashes. “Make me your wife” you call out softly. “Ask my mother for my hand. I do not wish to marry Jacaerys…he is too much of a brother. It is you I want. I’ll fight for you if needed be” Aemond opens his eyes at that. “Silly girl”, he says, “The Queen has asked the King for our match to be made.” Your brows furrow in confusion, “My mother agrees?” Aemond brings a hand to caress your face, “I think she does. Daemon on the other…” Even you become anxious at that statement. “My uncle is a challenge I welcome” he continues, “Nothing can keep me away from you. I’ve waited years for this, I can’t let go of you now.”

You can’t help but smile. You loved Aemond but marrying him meant going against what your mother had taught you. Knowing the distaste Daemon held for the members of green party, and thinking of your brothers’ action against Aemond made you feel immensely guilty. But you waited all these years, you were the exceptional daughter all this while, ever obedient, ever graceful. Never a hair out of place. Always the perfect princess. And if Aemond is the treason you commit against your family, then you will happily be guilty as sin.

[litchifaerie]

22:23 [y.jh]

fluff. domesticity (?). slightly suggestive cause they make out and stuff. no pronouns used. word count: 1.4k.

a/n: alright this is my first time writing ever and I would love your honest opinion on this fic. criticism is much appreciated. tell me where I can work and be better. and if you liked it do let me know!!

"this is an announcement for flight 246 to Nice-" thump. putting down the suitcase on the floor, you try to look for a sign pointing towards the exit gate. "sorry. excuse me. entschuldigung." stumbling through the crowd you finally make your way out the gates of berlin brandenburg airport.

it's 9:00 pm now, your flight was supposed to reach at 6 in the evening. you were supposed to be in the hotel lobby by 7:30 waiting for your lover's return from the ysl fashion show. you were supposed to give him the best surprise but of course the universe had other plans.

five weeks. five excruciating weeks of you both not being able to see each other. he was busy with his comeback and touring in japan while you worked overtime at your office and were called for an impromptu work trip.

only so much love can be conveyed through good morning texts and tri-weekly video calls, you longed to be in his arms again, to run your fingers through his hair, to kiss him senseless.

in the next few minutes, you managed to get a taxi, explain to the driver where you were headed and ask for jeonghan's room number from seungkwan. the berlin cityscape soon came into view. loud honks, streams of people crossing the roads at a time and bright lights of the shops reflecting on the wet asphalt. all that noise might have irritated someone who was on a flight for over thirteen hours but the only thing on your mind was jeonghan. your hannie.

you were only a few minutes away from the hotel when you noticed a little flower shop. jeonghan always returned from a trip with flowers in hand to surprise you. flowers for my prettiest flower. he would lean in and steal a kiss, a light chuckle falling from his lips when he saw the astonished look on your face. it was only fair to return the favour this time round.

asking the driver to stop the car, you paid the fare and jogged towards the flower shop. it seemed as if the storm due to which your flight got delayed wasn’t enough because it started drizzling again.

the chime of a small bell signalled your presence, the florist busy fluffing out the hydrangeas looked up from the counter, "how may I help you?" "a small bouquet of your freshest flowers please", you asked with a smile. the florist gave you a small smile and made her way to the countertop where many flowers were spread out. gathering a few white roses in his hands he asked you, "will these do?" white always looks good on hannie. "yes please." 

after paying the required amount you made your way through the drizzling rain to the hotel. your clothes and hair damp and you were certain that you'd be met with a slight headache the coming morning because of it. 

the hotel gate soon came into view, your luggage trolley rolling beside you as you entered the lobby. "hi! there should be a reservation for a room under the name ms. y/n l/n." the receptionist quickly completed the formalities and gave you your key. you knew you would be spending the night with jeonghan but taking these precautionary steps were necessary to a) not jeopardise his career and b) surprise him without any hiccups in the way.

you got into the elevator and pressed the button to your floor. quickly walking to your room, you opened the door and pushed your luggage inside hastily. not even caring to put it out of the doorway. you brushed your hair and fixed up your makeup in an attempt to look more presentable before making your way next door. thankfully the room right next to jeonghan was free and you booked it without any second thoughts.

the watch on your wrist read 10:20. the sky had cleared up and the moon was out, insects chirped in the cool humid night. yes it was late but you hoped jeonghan hadn't gone to bed yet. 

knock knock knock.

"mr. yoon?" you called out, waiting for his response. then again he did have quite an eventful day so maybe he was tired and went to bed early- 

a faint sound of him uttering "coming" was heard and you couldn't keep the smile off of your face and the door flew open just a second later.

there he was in all his barefaced glory. your jeonghan. his eyes almost popped out his sockets the moment his brain registered that it was you who was standing in front of him and before he could ask any questions, you jumped, wrapping your arms around him with bouquet in hand, hugging him with all your might, careful to not smush the flowers.

the watch read 10:23 when you were in his arms.

"i missed you so much hannie." your voice was muffled due to your face being planted on his chest. "what are you doing here?" was all he could come up with. his heart still refusing to believe that it is you in flesh standing in front of him, hugging him, and not just his mind trying to play tricks on him.

"i was done with work quicker than expected and took a week off just so I could come see you" unwrapping yourself from him, you presented him with the white roses. "surprise love!!" 

jeonghan looked at the bouquet and then back at you. and all he wanted to do at that moment was to kiss you. so he did. bringing one of his hands behind your neck, he leaned in. your faces so close you could feel his breath on your lips. "you're the best thing that ever happened to me, did you know that?" he whispered before smashing your lips together.

his lips, soft and supple, greedily moving against yours. pouring all his pent up love, longing and frustration into your mouth as if it is the first and last time he is kissing you. hot chocolate. that's what he tasted like.

he pulled you into the room. one hand on your neck and the other on your waist. "jeonghan" you whimpered his name against his lips, shutting the door with your foot. one hand still holding the bouquet and the other tangled in his silky hair. you wanted more of him. you always do. but before you could he pulled away, noticing the flowers that you still held and taking them from you.

"the flowers look beautiful my darling" he put them on the countertop. finally looking at you as you stood a few feet away from him, taking you in fully. "you're wet" he noticed your damp hair and clothes. "it was raining when I walked to the hotel after buying the roses. it's only a few drops, don't mind me." you said with a small smile.

jeonghan ever the worrier wasted no time in fussing over you. "why would you get off the cab in pouring rain just to buy me flowers? you know you get sick easily" he takes off your blazer, hanging it to air dry. "now take off your clothes". 

fingers fiddling with the button on your shirt you said with a smirk on your face "mr yoon if you wanted me naked you could've just said so" an exasperated sigh leaves his mouth "you know I didn't mean it like…but now that you say it" he brings a towel from the bathroom, drying your hair gently and helping you shed off your shirt. "I am not that opposed to it" he hums while planting a kiss on your neck. "that tickles" you throw your head back giggling.

you lost your pants mere seconds after that, jeonghan putting your outside clothes into the laundry bag,"come on, let's get you bathed and into my shirt. I'll order you some soup later."

you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. his warm hands automatically finding their place on your naked waist. you leaned up and peered at him innocently through your eyelashes, just admiring his face. you reached up his ear and whispered cheekily "only if you care to join me."

he groaned out, "I clearly didn't miss you being such a tease." to which you only replied with a smile. picking up the towel you walked backwards to the bathroom "alright then i'll be getting the shower ready" and winked at him before disappearing from his sight.

all jeonghan did was thank his lucky stars that he had you in his life before making his way to the bathroom, "oh you are so in for it."

[suntara]

:>

[suntara]

writing i missed you so so much

[suntara]

IM BACK AGAIN

[suntara]

a super fragmented and messy piece, but they will stay that way till i remember how to write again :))

[suntara]

I'm back (:

[litchifaerie]

MASTERLIST

house of the dragon

aemond targaryen:

guilty as sin -> loving him is perhaps treason. and you will gladly be a traitor.

jacaerys velaryon:

untitled drabble#1 -> as long as jace is here no one can touch a strand of your hair

seventeen

yoon jeonghan:

22:23 -> you surprise jeonghan in berlin!

le sserafim

none yet

stray kids

none yet

©️LITCHIFAERIE 2024

[safethrucloth]

PRETTY BOY !

warnings: fluff bc i said so. camilo uses he/him pronouns. reader has YOU pronouns(?) im writing warnings at 11pm bare w me im sleep deprived. reader kinda sassy idk how do u even describe- fuck it.

notes: my one and only braincell in math class is surprisingly heart shaped but goes for camilo the loml. agajahejs also if this first drabble of mine’s a lil… or maybe too messy, all the blame goes to prefuckingcalculus. FUCK MATH ISTG.

“don’t… don’t look at me like that” you gush, cheeks slowly turning red as camilo and you waltzed on the floors of the casita. “you’re making me feel embarrassed.”

“don’t be mi vida, there’s no need to be.” the boy says, but his growing curiosity makes him tilt his head to the side as he swung your body to the left, “and why would you be?”

“don’t call me that.” you hiss as you correct his first sentence, then begin to hesitate when you swung back his way. your careful to not step on his feet, as your anxiousness grew by the second. you were already regretting what you’d just said so you decide to dismiss you words with a shake of your head. “… nevermind, it’s stupid anyway.”

but to no avail, he’s now turned curious as a teasing smile was now on his lips. “oh really now?”

you bite you inner jaw, and scowl before exhaling through your nose. “fine.” you huff, face almost red as a rose bush as you advert your (e/c) eyes from his viridescent ones “it’s because i’m not…”

“not what?” he challenges.

“i’m not…” slowly, you begin to admit. before forcing your words out of your lips, voice meek as you let your sentence finish. “pretty like you.”

camilo pauses for a moment and you almost step on his foot this time, before he’s suddenly erupting in loud joyous fits of laughter, attracting the eyes of a few villagers as he was seemingly approving of the statement himself. and the blush on your cheeks slowly dissipate as you deepen your scowl.

he turns you around then, the coyest of smiles playing on his lips as he replies. “yeah, you’re not pretty.”

you huff, a small smile tugging on the corners of your lips, you playfully roll your eyes. “yeah i’m ugly alright, thanks for bruising what’s left of my self esteem with your very kind words, oh sweet señor.”

but what he adds next is what’s enough to flip your entire stomach and take all the air in your lungs away. to add, his face was now a mere few centimeters away from your own and you can now feel his breath on your skin, you almost feel the way his lips morphed into a soft smile.

“you’re not pretty, you’re beautiful. you’re glowing.”

flustered. you laugh awkwardly as you both stopped waltzing. the music from the band had ceased, and your cheeks flared like a hot pot of paella your mama cooked, you were now looking everywhere but him. “w-what are you even saying?”

he smiles an enigmatic smile, “i’m saying you’re very pretty, y/n.” he pauses, hands lingering the slightest on your waist before continuing in a light whisper to your ear, “pretty for someone like me.”

you pause too. and you swear you could hear the loud thumping of your heart in your ears as he let you go and lightly bumped your shoulder before walking away. and you badly want to go ahead and stop him and try to get at least one word of explanation to the words he’d just said.

instead you stay glued to your spot, i’m not falling for your antics today. pretty boy.

© 2022. ANQRYMOM.

[suntara]

”catastrophical” by @pari-prince​ / do not repost / please click on the image for higher quality !

[sky story]

I'll catch these moments in a postcard racing over cigarette dust roads, it's a Wednesday summer evening and I'm holding fate's hand willingly. we're kicking these old streets till the foundation cracks (we're the strongest we've ever been) we're setting our paper aeroplane love on fire burning titanium suns into sunsets welding wings onto ourselves with the stray embers and soaring

slipping over skyscrapers; our loosely stitched hearts, they're getting caught on clothing lines and balconies and billboards fragments of our lost love litter train tracks and airports and parkings we touch the tip of the universe and in between every celestial hesitance your reflection overlaps over mine, promising us eternality

believe in our kaleidoscopic catastrophe, for the eighty thousandth time i promise you'll end up laughing (these days we're always laughing) I promise we will be icarus forever this time and the next and next and next and next time

[seasong]

stay with me, in our drowning prologue there are rocks in our bellies and eighty thousand faces between every eighth note of the dead seasong we shoulder the universe from the bottom of the sea (we're the strongest we've ever been). it's a wednesday summer night and i am putting my ear to a conch shell  in it all i hear is our laughter, (these days we are always laughing) we dot abandoned ships with coughed up stolen city stars, and slip into seadance

we swim endlessly and our seamless hearts unravel like vegetables in a flimsy bag they lose themselves to a starcrossed song with choirs of jellyfish, sonnets of salmon and epiphanies of flying cod a melodical magical phenomenon, they are we touch the center of the universe and in between every cosmic anomaly your name overlaps mine, promising us mortality

believe in me, your favourite bottlecap believer we will be fossils forever and we will hope like we have two hearts, catastrophically

[suntara]

"my mandarina" by @suntara - do not repost

meet me in the back, my mandarina

let's live in lost colours tonight

spend constellations undressing

every similie this song has to offer

one day we'll have our own

tangerine corvette and double doors

I'll tattoo my secrets between my fingers and

you can find fragments of my love

in the peel of half eaten oranges

let's runaway from these

runaway rundown towns

be my world, my inconsequential,

my ones, my twos, my eights

let's pretend we're shadow puppets

bound to a black and white

let's pretend this convenience store

is a ballroom

bound to a refraction

I'm terminally ill with the human condition,

this heartbeat highway has nothing on

our rundown tangerine truck

this world has nothing on

the bag of oranges in the back

on us, on forever, on cloud nine

and ten and eleven and twelve

want to dance in the rain with me?

when the citylights shift under the

dusty asphalt roads

and building love songs dim

let's keep singing in the car

to that one song

I'd invent all over again (for you)

i love you like a wooden spoon

i love you like a family recipe

you love me like the secret ingredient

a million memories paint my face

and you know every last one

in my mothertongue's missteps

we're terminally ill with rememberence

of friends, foe, flora, fondness, flaws

eight years, a thousand miles away

we make castles out of cardboard boxes today

recycle them tomorrow, take out the trash

feed the cat, give the neighbours their cookbook back

we read out our pretentious poetry

to each other,

whisper them between cardboard windows and

cardboard curtains

we'll take in the universal experiences

between our wor(l)ds

we'll build them cardboard nurseries that will

grow into cardboard bedrooms

we'll raise them as our own,

give them your surname

my eyes, your hands, my smile

we'll make them forever, make them always

do their laundry, feed them oranges

wash the stains from their shadows and

polish their shoes

good morning my mandarina,

i want to read our living room floor with you

like the daily newspaper

I'll find carpet stains from spilled orange juice and

you'll find dents from the weight of

that coffee table your dad gave us long ago

this poem isn't about love,

but love is all over it like

lipstick kisses on collars

fingerprints on flowers, rain on city windows

we're terminally ill with a love that will outlast us

there's never going to be another forever

like this one

there's never going to be another forever

i want to remember like this one

(everyday is a fairytale with you)

in another universe,

where there's no running away

I'll write your name on my palms

and pray till it remembers mine

[suntara]

untitled kitchen heartsong 

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I unfurled an onion like a rug

and shadows spilled over the cutting board

dandelions ripen between the gaps

of your teeth,

you smile and

I make every thousandth wish

the lines on my palms and

your smile wrinkles and

scallions, cabbage, capsicum

and carrots boil into one broth

(and an untold nothing sneaks in between

the gaps in everyday leaky sunsets

silhouettes of stray eyelashes and

every hundredth shooting star)

you claim every creek in the floor

as your own hot and sour love song

the pot pops and bursts

like leaves shooting out of their stems

slow growing like a mad comet

this epiphany won't

be ours to peel open one day

the ripening in our phrases

will one day be someone else's rotten compost

the cheap tinkering lightbulbs flicker and dim

(and our untold everythings

wobble into our dusky starstruck kitchen;

ebb themselves onto

our chipped yellow pantries and fuse with us

scratching our love onto the foundation of

this dingy starlit studio apartment.)

everyday untold somethings (you and I)

the two of us,

make these ordinaries more

extraordinary than we think

welcome to my origami epilogue, jaan

the steam from our soup wobbles over the cap

and crawls between

the gaps between our toes and fingers

and blossoms our worries away

I'll trade my hands with yours 

you can chop the garlic, I can be brave

we can fret over salt, another day

(you're swinging your legs on the counter and

letting your feet babble simmering melodies

on your behalf

I bring one bowl, for one soup

for you and for me, for us

for tonight, for love, for giving )

[suntara]

we are this tragedy / we act in this tragedy

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we are this tragedy

I peel the sun like a tangerine and hand you a slice / we feast on the cosmos tonight / cherry picking stars and / eating small bites of the moon till it crescents / with fancy spoons we don't know how to use

sitting upright, I fold my bandaged legs / like mom does to fresh laundry / on a tuesday afternoon / where honeyed rays of light / splash against the grass like raindrops / petrichocheting

it's evening now, clinking our glasses /

we drink distilled asteroids / the same ones that killed the dinosaurs / we traded one lung each with a dead poet / and now the dust we breathe settles in our ribs / haunting our anatomy / graying our bones / like mom to this kitchen

this same kitchen dreamt of / our soft heartbeat like footsteps on this kitchen marble floor / it dreamt of sticky sun pulp dripping from our fingers onto it's counters / we put on our ballet shoes and we dance to the running tap/ drunk off the end of the world /

I ask you who we are mourning tonight

                                  and you slice the sky into two

we act in this tragedy

you make me hold up a flashlight / as you paint / bare-boned by the creek / the waves frantically imitating your paint strokes / there's nothing special / about the last darkening tonight

you dare to duel time / striking the canvas / as if you are fighting in a pretend-war / like the ones we had / where you and I / stood in your backyard / clashing sticks we tied (like fate) / to swords with rubber bands / that we stole from our mothers / knees bleeding / we called it a truce every time / adorning hastily made fishbone and seashell crowns /  

you pray to your art / beg to a god who doesn't listen / you beg regardless / devote yourself to your craft / one final time

hunched over / you cocoon yourself into the canvas / like a receding butterfly / raindrops buckling the canvas / you dip your paintbrush into        

your bruised knees / and suddenly / the sky is bleeding

the weatherman croaks about demons scouring the streets / you grip the wooden frame tightly / as you lose yourself to a dance with the end of the world / your calloused fingers like ballet shoes / welded onto a music box dancer's feet /

your only music is the snapping rain / and tree branches falling apart like old friends /

the asteroids that killed the dinosaurs /

will kill us tonight / our end hangs over us / latched onto a fallen constellation /

"who will mourn us", I ask you

    and an asteroid falls and rips the sky into two