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onlylonelylatino · 2 months ago
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Alex Ross, Dan Jurgens, José Luis García-López, Jim Lee, Nicola Scott, Phil Jimenez, Todd McFarlane, Walter Simonson, and Many More Honor George Pérez
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poppitron360 · 6 months ago
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Hi guys the world is a fucked up place but don’t think about that think about Jason getting Reyna to teach him Spanish so that he can propose to Leo in his own language.
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biitchcakes · 3 months ago
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AVENGERS vol. 5 issue 11
( personals DNI . )
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slumbergoblin · 2 years ago
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Mock comic panel my beloved
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deus-ex-mona · 5 months ago
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after over 2 years… i can finally see him…
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cthulhu-with-a-fez · 2 years ago
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yoooo I remember reading varjak paw as a kid. I honestly don't remember much about it other than his like spinning(?) cat fighting technique (???)
HE SUPER DID HAVE THAT, god, slow time moving circles shadow walking has been stuck in my head literally since elementary school, the VIBES of that whole book were absolutely impeccable
i remember being scared shitless by the Gentleman's pair of black not!cats and just absolutely hit by a truck about the
"I Am Very Well Thank You Please"
'stuffed toys' reveal, the ILLUSTRATIONS just. WHOO. OKAY. i feel absolutely zero compunctions putting this one up there on the "short stories you read that alter your brain chemistry" shelf tbqh
apparently there was a second one, which i didn't know about until i tripped over it at a library book sale and you bet your ass it came home with me, i still haven't read it yet but like. [long string of eyes emojis]
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serious-goose · 1 year ago
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criminally underrated song imo
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a-dauntless-daffodil · 7 months ago
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Emily: “I’m really sorry Vaggie didn’t feel comfortable coming back here. If there’s anything I can do to change that-”
Charlie: “Probably not! It was kinda a sign of her endless love for me that she visited haven again at all!”
Emily: “Oh! Oh that’s nice!!”
Charlie: “Which I NEVER would have asked her to do anyway, if I’d KNOWN the truth about her history up here!”
Emily: “Right. I’m so sorry about that too, by the-”
Charlie: “I mean, I’m not the kind of girl who askes her girlfriend to go spend an afternoon sitting across from the people who ripped off her wings! And her eye! And left her slumped against a dumpster looking half dead!”
Emily: “A… dumpster?”
Charlie: “Making the woman you love relive all that without even rEALIZING it would be pretty fucked up, wouldn’t it??”
Emily: “V- very.”
Charlie: “IT HYPOTHETICALLY COULD MAKE SOMEONE FEEL KINDA TERRIBLE AFTERWARDS, DON’T YOU THINK?”
Emily: “I’m sure it did!”
Charlie: “H Y P O T H E T I C A L L Y”
Emily: “Could! I could see that, yes, if it HAD happened, that would’ve been…”
Emily: “…”
Emily: “Are you- um, is she, errr.. doing better now?”
Charlie: “SO much better she’s doing SO great these days!!!!”
IN HELL
Vaggie: (lying face down on the hotel lobby floor) “I promise I won’t stop helping you morons when she dumps me. I won’t let her dream die just because I was dumb enough to think I could be part of it.”
Angel Dust: “That’s nice toots.”
Vaggie: “Thanks.”
Angel Dust: “Not sad or stupidly gay or anythin’.”
Vaggie: “Thanks.”
Cherri Bomb: “Sad? Angie, it’s perfect!” (takes picture) “I’ve been thinking this place could use a new rug…”
Niffty: (stepping on vaggie) “Squishy!”
Husk: “Get the fuck off her.” (at vaggie) “You, get the fuck UP.”
Vaggie: “Why.”
Alastor: “Hmmm, because this is PAINFULLY pathetic to watch, even for me?”
Vaggie: “Guess I’ll be here forever then.”
Angel Dust: “Vag-GAY c’mon, ya girlfirend’s not gonna dump ya. What’s the competition even!?”
Vaggie: “There’s an angel up in heaven who's helping Charlie work towards her life long dreams as we speak, and she's taller than me, got more wings than me, not as stabby as me, and also not a mass murderer or a liar or missing an eye.”
Cherri Bomb: "Hey!"
Vaggie: "No offence to the other one-eyed ladies here, but it's different when you've got a fucked up empty eye socket."
Niffty: (sighs dreamily) "I bet losing it hurt soooo baaaaad..."
Vaggie: "Never telling my girlfriend why I'd actually lost it or how it made me look like the deranged murder angel I was, even while she tried kissing it better for me, ended up hurting way worse."
Angel Dust: “That's a point….”
Angel Dust: “...alright, so Charlie’s PROBABLY not gonna dump ya-”
Niffty: “Oh that’s a weird sound!” (giggling) (bounces on vaggie) “I think she’s dying~”
Husk: “If you fucks kill her, I’m telling her demon princess girlfriend and pouring myself a drink to go with your fucking tormented howls.”
Vaggie: (muffled) “what if she’s my ex-girlfriend”
Husk: “…I’ll pour you a fucking drink and listen to your tormented howls.”
Niffty: “ME TOO I’LL LISTEN TOO!”
Alastor: “Dear one, perhaps if you were NOT standing on her skull and compressing her WRETCHED cries into the floor, we could be hearing them already.”
Niffty: “Whoops~ Heheheeh~”
Cherri Bomb: (recording it) “Damn, that groan’s been going on for ages… Bitch has some lung capacity on her.”
Angel Dust: “Point one for Vag-gay! Probs as good eating out as ya are at HOLDING out on ya girl!!!”
Vaggie: “uuuughhh…uaauuugghhaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaahhhhrrrgh..” (whimpers)
Niffty: “Okay.” (GIGGLES) “NOW she’s dying~” (bounces)
IN HEAVEN
Charlie: “Everything’s totally fine I have NO idea why you’d even ASK!”
Emily: “You’ve spent the entire time up here staring at pictures of Vaggie on your phone?”
Charlie: “I’m allowed to look at my girlfriend!”
Emily: “While crying and sniffling into your sleeve?”
Charlie: (sobbing) (desperately patting down her jacket) “SHE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS WHICH OF MY POCKETS HAS THE HANDKERCHIEF IN IT, OKAY??”
Emily: (smiling) “I think you two are going to be just fine.”
Charlie: (BLOWS NOSE LOUDLY INTO JACKET SLEEVE, which catches on FIRE)
Emily: “…..not your clothes, though. You might need a new set of those.”
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grison-in-space · 11 months ago
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honestly so much of the way we conceptualize autistic special interests is predicated on there not being anyone who shares them with us? and like. have you met humans. have you talked to any autistics. because lots of them are pretty interesting actually! and autistic people are often pretty good at infecting you with their interests so that you share them too even if you're not as motivated to fixate happily on them for their own sakes!
huge whorls of autistic-generated human communities exist, and people who aren't used to autistic people never seem to realize that Yes Those Are Also Autistics, often because people are used to autistic special interests occupying some very limited contexts like Computers because Computers were a big new societal innovation and community spinning up right when people also started thinking about autism as a Distinction Among Humans. Also Pokemon. And the Internet. Nineties kids know what I mean, eh?
anyway here are some heavily autistic communities that allistic people never seem to realize tend to concentrate autistics and be driven by them:
every non-commercial domestic animal fancy ever, including dog, cat, pigeon, chicken, and horse people; also includes a fair chunk of the commercial kinds but there are slightly less of these
fandom of any kind (for some reason--it's misogyny--no one seems to realize that this also applies to female-slanted forms of fandom focused on storytelling and modification as well as male-slanted ones that involve information curation)
religion. especially any kind that involves any kind of organization--less the charismatic ones that involve manipulating other people, more the kind that draw people interested in the way that religion works. less/more is not all/none.
kink and sexuality generally and also gender. we think a lot. it's a problem. and we get snagged on stuff. plus sensory shit ties into everything. just saying. e v e r y t h i n g.
academia. look we get. we get interested in things. if you get interested enough in things people call you an expert and sometimes they give you money. money is nice. it lets you buy more objects of special interest.
acting. we wear masks all the fucking time and we get caught up in it. which makes you think about structure, eh?
comedy. ditto.
building shit. admittedly the allistics have largely noticed that engineers concentrate us by now but it has taken a surprisingly long time to realize that this also applies to other, older crafts.
fibercrafts and textiles. what about "we like textures and also figuring out how things work" is a surprise to you. also math. again the answer to how the allistics keep failing to notice this one is "there's lots of ladies in there."
I bet I'm missing plenty that I'm just not thinking of but my god, man, look at how many of these things touch us! look at how they shape our understanding of one another and ourselves! how cool is that
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biitchcakes · 1 year ago
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A hand comes to rest over his as he tucks away the hair from her face, holding it to her. ❝ Yeah ? ❞ Eyes soft at the SWEET SENTIMENT, ❛ pretty lady ❜ making her giggle. She tilts her head to place a kiss on Johnny's palm. ❝ I can't think of anyone better, either. ❞
Her thoughts of them in a pizzeria were abruptly ended, noticing the falter in her boyfriend's smile. Jessica's arms slow their swing until they come to a complete halt at their sides, the tips of her fingers stroking his. ❝ Of course, we can't just leave without letting your family know. But, d'ya think we reeaaally need to worry about temporary replacements ? For such a short amount of time ? ❞ Leaning in closer to him, Jess kisses his nose, lips curling mischievously . ❝ I guess we could notify them, though. Just so the team is prepared for such a HEAVY LOSS without ya. ❞
Playfully, she nudges his arm with her own the moment her mouth shuts, wanting him to know right away she's kidding around. ❝ You're an INVALUABLE ASSET to your family, Johnny. ❞ Soft strokes with her thumb to the back of his hands as she speaks more sincerely, offering a gentler smile. ❝ That said ⸺ The Fantastic Four should manage to get by juust fine as the, er ⸺ as the Terrific Three until we get back. ❞
❝ If ya wanna call one of 'em, both of them, of course go ahead. But, don't worry if they don't agree or if they're both doing other things. Don't let it stop you from gettin' away. I know it's easy to find reasons not to cut yourself some slack. . . ❞ Grasping his hands, Jess shakes their arms. ❝ WE DESERVE THIS. ❞ Talking not only to him, but to herself as well.
@revenantinflames
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A trip. What could be better? An impulsive, off-the-cuff, very normal road trip. Certainly not spurred on by a busted fight or flight response and severe feelings of inadequacy — no, this was what normal people did — how the other half lived, you could say.
"Why not?" The corner of his mouth quirked up in response to Jess's infectious grin; lingering thoughts easy to push to the side when there was distraction in sight — just don't think about it — the mantra had quickly become a staple of his thirties. Gently, Johnny swept a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. "Couldn't think of anyone better to do it with, pretty lady."
The blond scoffed playfully, shoulders starting to relax as Jess's fingers entwined with his own. "Obviously pizza is better here." He repeated, caressing her hand lightly with his thumb. "Everything's better here — it's New York — so good they named it twice, remember?"
Johnny couldn't help the lazy smile that took over his features as he watched Jess ramble on about calzone-pizza-pie-babies, but the smile quickly faltered at the mention of packing; because it could never just be that easy. "I mean I'd have to let Sue and those guys know-- probably have to get someone to cover for me while we're out of town, too... Maybe Jen Walters-- or Spider-Man..."
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anisrightarm · 10 months ago
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Cregan Stark NSFW Alphabet
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NSFW topics ahead don’t read if you’re not comfortable!!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Cleans you up with a rag and warm water while telling how perfect you are for him
Knows you get cold in the north so he always has extra fur blankets to wrap you in
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
For him he likes his eyes, knows you go wild for eye contact and you always compliment his eyes
On you he likes your stomach and hips, most northern girls he’s bedded have been rather skinny he loves the feeling of your stomach under his hands
LOVES your hips boy is grabbing them while pounding into you or caressing them while making love
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He will cum in you if you’re comfortable with it he goes feral for that shit
If not he loves cumming on your back or stomach something about you being dirty with his seed makes his brain short wire
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Would love to fuck you in the great hall alone obviously
Just the thought while he’s at some important meeting he just has to look at the table to remember what you two did whilst everyone is oblivious
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He has 10 kids.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything where he can see your face
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Cregan lets you set the mood but if it’s after a battle or hunt it’s all business
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s well shaven he likes to keep it neat and manageable
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s romantic he wants everything to be perfect for you he will definitely start a nice fire for you
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn’t necessarily like or need to jerk he has you
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink goes brr
Wants you to have his kids so bad he will whisper in your ear during sex telling you how good you would look pregnant
Praise giving and receiving he likes to know he’s making you feel good
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Your chambers obviously he loves going to bed knowing you have had sex on the bed
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Imagining you pregnant
Seeing you with Kids (more specifically Rickon)
He loves to see you all dressed up for important events
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Will never do anything without your consent
Will never lay his hands on you
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
LIVES for eating you out it’s his favorite meal
Won’t deny head but won’t demand it he prefers giving
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Once again it’s mostly up to you and your preference but I like to think he goes deep you know quality over quantity
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Only likes quickies if he has absolutely no time
He likes to take his time to make his lady feel good
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Will never do something with you not being comfortable so kind of if your down, so is he
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can last atleast 3-4
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I can’t imagine him using them on you, he prefers to please you himself
Doesn’t mind if you use them by yourself, he’s a lord after all he’s busy
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He can tease and will but hates making you wait
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s not very loud but he will grunt and moan in your ear
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Cregan was so touch starved before you got betrothed so when you held him the first night you made love he cried but always denies it
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Oh yeah he’s big you know what they say about northern men😏😏
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
This man is down literally 24/7
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Cregan makes sure you are comfortable and okay before anything then it’s fair game you both knock out
A/n: My first NSFW alphabet!!! Give me feedback how did I do?? Who next??
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deus-ex-mona · 8 months ago
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i miss the lxl divorce couch (it appeared in 1 image)
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s1llysmut · 5 months ago
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Can we get Velvette for the nsfw alphabet?
NSFW alphabet for Velvette
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Honestly she immediately passes out. It’s really cute when you lay beside her though because she subconsciously cuddles into you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Her favourite body part on herself is her hair if that counts. She loves expressing herself with it. On you her favourite body part is your ass, no matter your gender.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
She’s a squirter.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
She doesn’t really have any secrets from you. Well maybe the fact she’s designing lingerie specifically for you as a surprise.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
She knows a thing or two. She knows the basics. Besides, if she ever needs advice she just asks Valentino.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
She rides you. Or if you’re the one getting fucked it’s from behind.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
She’s a little goofy. More so attitude than silliness.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
It’s the same colour/s as her hair. She doesn’t shave but she keeps it trimmed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Not very romantic. She’s more kinky with sex than romantic.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
She uses all sorts of toys. She gets free ones from Valentino all the time.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
She likes being tied up and also tying you up. She likes being put in her place but also putting you in your place. She’s sadistic but also a masochist. She’s a switch if you couldn’t tell.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere she wants. She’s a lady who gets what she wants.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
If you’re in clothes that look really good on you. She’s a woman with fashion.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
She won’t involve anyone else in the bedroom. She’s way too protective of you for that shit.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
She prefers receiving. She loves to ride your face and tug at your hair.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
She has a need for speed.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
She’s a busy woman of course there’s gonna be quickies sometimes!
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yes she’s game to take risks. Anything she finds interesting at least.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Around 3 or 4 rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
She has tons of toys from Valentino. She uses them on herself and you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
A LOT of teasing. She’s a brat.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
She’s loud like really loud. She’s got nothing to be ashamed of in her opinion.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
She will make you taste your own cum.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Small tits and a medium sized ass.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Every few days.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Immediately. Literally immediately.
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tarasmithshifts · 8 months ago
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𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓
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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐑. Almost 20 years! But time for me as a vampire is diffrent (i will explain that later lmao) 𝐀𝐆𝐄: as a vampire literally from 0-20 lmao 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: still single butttt we are close to something lmao
「 ✦ 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 ✦ 」
hello? how are we feeling? I AM SO BACK? i'm super happy tell what happened, but everything will go super fast until cullens and I will move to forks
sooo let's get starteeeeeeeed
「 ✦ before forks ✦ 」
𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 - 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼
1989 - i become a vampire
89-97 i learn how to live as one of the cullens
97-03 me and cullens live in mountains
2003 - we move to forks
1 9 8 9 - 2 0 0 3
so there is not much to write about, it was basically me learning and living in the mountains with the cullens. That’s when i decided to stay with the cullens as part of a family 🫶 we got to know each other etc. 😋
F O R K S
in 2003 we (finally) moved to forks! AND BEFORE WE MOVE ON:
I TOTALLY RECOMMEND SHIFTING TO TWILIGHT. THE VIBE IS E V E R Y T H I N G AND I WILL NOT DESCRIBE EVERYTHING HERE BC I JUST WANT YOU TO SHIFT THERE AND SEE YOURSELF LMAOOO
the cullens are sooooooooooo sweet and nice i'm literally DYING to see them again when i shift back there!
alice is the sweetest & nicest person on earth. i love her <3
SO
when we moved in, of course me and edward, alice, jasper ,emmet and rosalie needs to go to school, and that's when it all starts!
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— ୨୧₊˚ school
it's actually pretty good there - i kept myself with the cullens, we spent whooooole days with each other and it's honestly pretty funny watching everybody from this perspective. (bella moved to forks in 2005, and i will probably skip a lot of things that are not important lmaooo). in school i "met" some of bella's future friends, and i meaaaaaaaaaan they were not giving any good vibe y'know? I JUST DON'T LIKE THEM OKAYYY
alice and edward are literally the best people on earth. THEY HELPED ME SOOO MUCH. gosh. and carlisle and esme???? the cutest oh my goooood.
actually school is pretty fun. i love going to schools in my drs (like hogwarts etc.) it's pretty fun experience!
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— ୨୧₊˚ before 2005
pretty much nothing happened before 2005
HAHAHAHAHAHA SIKEEEE
ladies and gentleman, please welcome raphael pelli. bro is MAJESTIC.
basically his father is from Italy and his mother is from US, they decided to stay in USA, they lived in New York, but decided to move to forks where his mom was growing up. AND THAT'S HOW WE MET Y'ALLLLLLLLL.
and when i tell you he just freaking appeared there. literally from nowhere (i did not script how we will met, just a little bit from his backstory, just wanted to play with it and see what will happen!!!)
so one day in 2004, around may i just walked to school, as usual with edward (we were literally spending much more time with each other by then, yk, because alice was with jasper, emmet was with rosalie, we didn't want to interrupt lmao) and we saw some boys gathering around someone, when we walked pass them, i saw freaking raphael pelli. like for a milisecond. BUT WHEN I TELLL YOUUUUUU
timothee was the greatest choice for face claim i ever made LMAO
that was the first time i saw him, later i did not see him much, sometimes our eyes crossed during lunch, but that's all. BUT
yup, there is a BUT
BUT
during one of history classes he rushed in late, apologised and after few seconds of thinking he sat next to me. DUDE
and also i forgot to tell you about on thing. ABOUT SMELL. you know, it's known that vampires smell blood and shit, but i decided to do something a little bit diffrent - scripted that i do not smell just "blood" in general. for example = bella smelled like vanilla mixed with a little bit of honey. you know what i mean? i think it's better than just "a smell of blood". so,
i scripted that raphael smelled like fresh flowers on a glade. and i just sat there, in history class, thinking about that goddamn flowers. AND AFTER THE LESSON ENDED HE TURNED TO ME.
i was like "oh shit" and he went "i'm raphael" and i was still like "oh shit" so i just said "tara." BUT WHEN I TELL YOU that when i shifted i started using vivienne instead of tara. idk why, but it is soooo pretty. so i just added "but i prefer vivienne" AND GOSH
he just asked some questions like "you are living with the cullens?" (yes) "so you are also cullen?" (yes indeed) "people are talking" (people are always talking) "would you like to do the history presentation with me?" (the history teacher always gave us presentations to do in pairs, but i have always done them alone) (i always do them alone) "oh sorry" and i was like shiiiiiiiiiiiiit i fucked up, so i tried in other way (people will think you are a freak) "'why?" (no one talks to the freaky cullens. we are weird) "oh." and we just stared at each other in silence it was sooooo awkward for a second, but THEN HE SAID "i don't think you are a freak"
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH SHFKWEHFIUHWRUFIRIUGHUG
BRO. DO NOT TALK TO ME RN. IT'S THE FIRST THING I WROTE HERE WHEN I WOKE UP FROM THIS SHIFT. IM THINKING ABOUT THIS 24/7 how should i move on.
so we talked on our way out to the parking lot (as it was the last class of that day) you know, just some silly stuff, i asked him where is he from, why his famly moved here, how he finds himself here, he asked about my life before the cullens and I moved to forks, so obv i lied that we lived in canada, but we decided to move here as carlisle received a job offer. when we were outside and i saw edward waiting for me i just said bye and left it was soooooo awkward he just said "see ya" and went to his car IM SOOO MAD AT MYSELF THAT I DID NOT TALK TO HIM MORE THEN GOSH I WASTED THE POTENCIAL
so when i got back to car and edward was just standing there and was like "what was that" and i went "what?" and he went "y'know what" and i was like "oh that. he started talking to me in class, so i didn't want to be mean and continued" and he went "sure" BRO. EDWARD. STOP IT.
i can confirm that edward was first shipper here LMAOOOO
spoiler: i did the presentation with raphael. and we actually became friends? i mean we talked a lot during our classes, sometimes after, it was greattttttt AND HE SAID HE LIKES ME? and i was like bro HOOOOOLD UP. hold onnnnnnn. he sometimes even WAITED FOR ME after some classes to go with me to the parking lot etc. GOSH
in the next school year i decided to talk to him moreeee i mean i waited for that moment for so long LIKE LET US BE TOGETHER ALREADY GOD LMAO
once i sat with him and him only during lunch break, of course after that i think rosalie told carlisle about this and carlisle maybe he wasn't mad, no, he was just overprotective and was telling me "you know it will not work like that" "be careful you are still very young" and iiiiiiiiiiiii knooooooooooooow.
but i didn't stop talking to raphael hell no LMAO
— ୨୧₊˚ 2005
in january bella moves to forks, and one day when i'm waiting for edward on a parking lot after lessons and he comes back, i caan see something in him yk??? like something changed??? so i asked him "what happened?" he didn't respond and just opened the car door. "you know i can go inside your mind without you knowing right?" i laughed, AND HE LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS CRAZY OR SOMETHING LMAO
so he just told me about bella, and that she is diffrent than others.
after that in the evening i decided to shift back <3
it was super fun i will probably do some other posts about the cullens, AN ABOUT SOME MORE SITUATIONS ABOUT RAPHAEL!!!!!!! AND ABOUT THE MURDER BEFORE BELLA MOVED TO FORKS!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to give you this as fast as possible so so that's why there is not much in here! but bare with me lmao!!!!
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allfearstofallto · 11 months ago
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GENSHIN
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Scaramouche:
Sweetheart
Prying Eyes
Dandelion Wine
Parasite
Head cannons+ Drabbles
"She'd like you more if you were nicer to her,"
Scaramouche with Sensitive Nipples
Mommy Kink
More Mommy Kink
"Please Don't Leave Me"
Sharing a Jacket
Yandere! Reader
"Why do you hate thunder?
How He Makes You Follow Rules
Scaramouche and His Child
Bathing Together
Yandere alphabet:
B, E, G, H, Q, T, V
Wanderer:
Headcanons + Drabbles
Shy Wanderer
On a Date With Shy Wanderer
Virgin Wanderer
Childe:
Nice
A Once a Week Arrangement
Dandelion Wine
Blessings Be to the Hero of the Nation
Devout
Head cannons+ Drabbles
Quality Time
Childe Announcing that He's Married
Voice of an Angel
Childe <3
Masochist Childe
Yandere Childe's Family
Yandere Childe Trying to Get Closer to His Son
Yandere alphabet:
A, C, D, H, N, O, W, Z
NSFW alphabet
C, H, I, L, D, E
F, J, U
Alhaitham:
Head cannons+ Drabbles
It's What you Wanted
Diluc:
Sleeping Like the Dead
Head cannons+ Drabbles:
Asking Him for "Help"
Diluc Loving Chubby Reader
Begging Him for Something
Hair Pulling Subby Diluc
"The lady is so mean to Master Diluc,"
Facesitting Diluc
Diluc and His Child
Your Plan To Escape Diluc
"You Look Very Nice Today,"
Yandere alphabet:
A, C, D, N, P, V, X
E, L, Q, R, S
NSFW Alphabet:
A, D, K, L, N, T, U
Kaeya:
Head cannons+ Drabbles:
Voiceless
Lyney:
Headcanons + Drabbles
NSFW Alphabet
B, F, K, O
N, C, I, U, W
Arlecchino:
Headcanons + Drabbles
Willing and Eager Darling
Being Her Pet
Multi:
Quality Time Scaramouche and Childe
Where the Met Their Darling Scaramouche, Diluc, and Ayato
You are Made to Greet Him When He Returns Home Childe and Scaramouche
Scaramouche Meeting Childe's Wife
Childe Meeting Scaramouche's Wife
Historical AU Headcanons Scaramouche, Childe, and Diluc
Historical AU Headcanons Alhaitham, Arataki Itto, and Kamisato Ayato
Historical AU Headcanons Xiao, Thoma, Zhongli
Sharing a Darling Diluc and Kaeya
The Wedding Day Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche
How Easy it is to Escape Them Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche
Manipulative Reader Diluc, Childe and Scaramouche's
Maids, Maids...and Even More Maids Kamisato Ayato, Diluc, Childe, and Scaramouche
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celtigxr · 4 months ago
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The Pink Dread (Master List) - - - - - ch. viii: Still Falling for You
Chapter Summary: Incapable of finding sleep, both Valeana and Aemond seek refuge in the sanctuary of the library, together. Alone.
Word: 3751
Sneak Peak: “Is this your way of forgiving me, Lady Valeana?”
Warnings: +18/MDNI. Masturbation, P+V sex, Smut. Descriptive anxiety attack. PTSD flashbacks.
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T H E  G R E E N S 
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Aemond was a black and silver mass of fury and rage as he left the training yard. He made a beeline towards the stables so that he could exit King’s Landing and find Vhagar, wanting to put as much distance between himself and Valeana and Aegon as possible. He didn’t trust himself in the castle where he could bump into someone that could set him off. The Keep crawled with crabs. 
But before he was even able to get to the stables, Criston had reached him shortly after he exited. His firm hand clutched the side of shoulder to stop Aemond’s long and fast stride. 
“My prince–” Cole cut himself short when Aemond whirled on him, eye filled with violet fire. The knight let his arm drop to his side and took a step back, but otherwise did not move. “Do not let him get under your skin. Your brother only seeks to provoke you. You let him and he wins.”
Aemond’s nostrils flared, “He did not provoke me.” His words were forced through his teeth.
Cole tilted his head, not believing him, “You lost yourself the moment the two of you locked swords. I saw him whisper something to you, what was it?”
Aemond’s jaw was tight, and his lips were a thin line. His eye flickered down from Cole’s face to a vacant spot over his shoulder. 
“Shall I describe it to you? Her delicious, untouched cunny–”
He shut his eye tightly, trying to rid the image of what Aegon was alluding to; what he implied he had done. He wished to believe that Valeana had far more dignity for herself than the weak-willed female servants that Aegon lured to his bed. However, he did not recognize this Valeana Celtigar – she was a different person. 
“He was speaking immorally of a lady of court,” Aemond surprised himself by the truth of his words, although vague. Alas, He did not think Cole was of a lesser mind to not know who he was referring to anyway.
Before the knight could prod onto why that bothered him so, Aemond continued. “I grow weary of my brother’s depravities. He seeks to dishonour not only himself but this entire family. Should he–” He cut himself off, eye flickering around the corridor they found themselves in. When satisfied that they were alone, he took a step closer to Cole, his voice lowered. 
“Should there be a shift of succession upon my father’s death, Aegon’s reputation will only bolster my half-sister’s claim and make us look like fools.”
Criston kept his opinion on the matter to himself. Aegon wouldn’t be first nor the last whoremonger that was crowned, and that had never given the people a reason to question whether or not they deserved the title of King. He doubted Aegon would for that reason alone, should he usurp his sister’s crown. With that knowledge, Cole could see Aemond grasping on straws. 
“Do not worry about your brother’s reputation, my Prince,” the knight finally spoke. “Worry only of your own mind and what you intend to do with it. It is the sharpest and most lethal weapon on your person. Use it to protect your heart, Aemond, because the moment you let someone commandeer that, they can use it against you.” 
Aemond stared at him in quiet contemplation. There was something behind his words and his dark eyes that the prince could detect, but not make out. Cole spoke as if he was speaking to himself, almost like advice he would have given to his sons so they would not make the same mistake he had done. 
“Do not worry, Cole,” Aemond tilted his head back. He still simmered on the surface, but the inferno in his chest reigned in like a claimed dragon. “I never had any intention of letting anyone close. Not even my own family.”
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Aemond was with Vhagar for over a day. When he returned to the Keep, it was the hour of the bat. By the time he instructed two servants to draw him a bath, and then got to his chambers to undress, it was the hour of the eel. 
The searing heat of the water burned off the sweat and grime that coated his body. He dunked into the water to wash out the sand and filth from his hair; he had spent the previous night asleep on a secluded beach east of King’s Landing, on the coast of the Narrow Sea just outside the Gullet. The morning after he had found crabs to boil in a stone basin he put over a fire. The screeching of the little creatures eased his mind; the symbolism wasn’t lost on him either. It was cathartic. 
But now in the Keep, boiling in his own basin, his mind wandered to crabs that still live. Namely one with hair as fair as his and eyes as green as wildfire. 
“Her delicious, untouched cunny–”
Aemond growled at the intrusive voice of his brother. He fisted the side of the tub before running his fingers over his temples and down to his chin with his other hand. Then, Aemond shut his eye and leaned his head back, trying to will himself to think of anyone else. One of Helaena’s attractive handmaids, the one with the long legs, hair as dark as a raven, and almond shaped eyes. He’s never had her, but he could. The way she stared at him with intrigue and awe, it was quite obvious that she desired him. 
Heat pooled at his pelvis, and his hand went under the water to inspect. Aemond’s lips parted once his palm met the hardening muscle between his thighs. A small sigh escaped at the first stroke and then his imagination took flight.
He imagined the maid coming into his bedchambers and finding him in the bath. He imagined her hands on his shoulders and chest as she cleans the remnants of battle off his body. Then he imagined her frumpy maids gown drop from her own before she slowly descended into the water. 
Then he was reminded of crabs in boiling water again. And when he looked at her, her hair brightened to a white-gold, and her almond eyes widened into a pair of doe shaped peridot orbs with pupils blown wide. Aemond tried to fight back, forcing the image of the other woman back into his mind’s eye, but ultimately his cock won. 
Pleasure overtook all sense of intelligence for Aemond Targaryen. His imagination feverishly feeds his loins with thoughts of Valeana Celtigar. Her ample tits sleek with soap and water, and his hands grasping and pinching her pink nipples. Her thighs wrapped around his narrow hips, and her pouty lips trailing kisses along the column of his neck. And then how she’d arch her back when she speared herself on him. One of his hands upon a breast, and the other on her buttocks, both kneading the supple flesh with large fingers as she bopped slowly up and down his length. 
“Is this your way of forgiving me, Lady Valeana?”
With her voice lost in his mind, she only nodded like an eager whore, mouth a perfect O as she took his full length down to the hilt. 
He was so close. 
Aemond grabbed her hair and yanked her head back as he leaned forward. His hips jerked wildly under her, water splashing everywhere around the basin. 
“You are mine. You always have been, and you always will.”
“Then claim me now! Inside! Aemond… Please!” 
His arms encased her body tightly against his, and his nose buried in the crook of her neck with his teeth nipping the skin there. As he reached his physical peak, he imagined filling her womb with his seed, and claiming her for once and for all. Like how he was always meant to do. What he should have done if he wedded her more than half a decade ago.
Aemond tilted his head back against the tub with mouth hanging open, thick veins protruding under the tight skin of his neck, arms and hands as he stroked himself to completion. A long, satisfied groan escaped from parted lips as ropes of white seed clouded the dirty bath water. His entire body went limp after, his muscles relaxed, but his breathing laboured. The post-orgasm still clouded his mind, but it didn’t take long until he gained some clarity. 
His eye opened and he found himself looking up at the ceiling of an empty room. Aemond curled his bottom lip under his teeth, and flexed his fingers angrily as he raked them over his face. 
“Fuck!” He shouted as the self-loathing settled in. He was so pathetically weak.
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Valeana and her sisters went to their bedchambers at the hour of the eel, like they so often do. Sharing a room with Shyla left little room for privacy, but the younger of the sisters fell asleep fast. Soon the room was filled with soft sighs and the rustling of blankets and furs as Valeana tossed and turned in her bed, trying to will herself into a slumber. 
It was at the hour of ghosts when she had given up on trying, and promptly got out of bed and snatched her burgundy robe after hastily strapping her prosthetic. Her mind was a cluster of thoughts, namely to questions she needed answered. The old book she had read the other day still haunted her curious mind, and she needed answers to the question that burned at the forefront. 
Did she have a Targaryen ancestor? Did the Targaryens ever marry a Celtigar? 
There had to be at least one with a lineage so long and old. The Targaryens, with all their desire to preserve their Valyrian dragon blood, had many children with each other, and only branched out to very few houses outside of their own. With the Velaryons being one of them, why hadn’t they married a Celtigar? 
There could be many reasons, Valeana surmised, as she contemplated a list of them on her way to the Royal Library. Celtigars weren’t so eager to preserve their pure blood; their ambitions stemmed from wealth and reputation. Valyrian blood is strong, and because of that, many generations of Celtigars still birthed children with fair hair and purple eyes, even though their ancestral features dwindled with every generation. As did their names with every Andal or First Man married into the family. 
Valeana was the first child to be given a Valyrian name in a couple generations, and the choice, surprisingly, was by her mother, a Lannister of all people. She had chosen the name prior to her birth, but her father wanted to call her Lynora. Val supposed that had her mother not died, she would have been called Lynora, but her father ended up honouring his late wife’s wishes and titled his first daughter Valeana. The story, she learned early in her youth, was that her mother had found the name in a book about the houses of Old Valyria. Lysa, though, had mispronounced it at the time. “Val-awna”, she said, when it was supposed to be “Val-ayna”. But when Barty corrected her, Lysa waved him off and said she liked her way better, and thus the variation stuck.
The Royal Library was empty, aside from the patrolling guard outside that merely acknowledged her with a nod. Maester Artos, who usually presided over it, was blessedly gone. Artos was as old as the books that lined the walls, and always treated her like a nuisance whenever she had dared ask for a book. He would pop the vein in his forehead had he known that she was in there without him present, pilfering books off of shelves at the dead of night. Books that he spent his entire life meticulously organizing and keeping clean of dust and oils from dirty fingers. 
The book in question wasn’t difficult to find. It was placed on a pedestal inside an alcove in the north chamber. It was large in dimensions, but not as thick as other tomes she had seen there. The binding was made of iron and leather, embossed with the sigil of the House of Targaryen. It was broader than her shoulders, and one of the heaviest things she had ever had to lift. But, Valeana was stronger than people gave her credit for. She heaved it up with her entire chest and then shuffled to the nearest table and did her best to gently lay it down with the back facing her. 
With a heavy exhale, Valeana fell into the chair and flipped the back cover and blank pages over to get to the latest entry. She was going to begin from the earliest entry, since it would be easy to skim through given her recent knowledge. 
“Visenya, Viserys, Aegon, bigoted from Princess Rhaenyra and her uncle Prince Daemon Targaryen… Silver of hair, and violet eyes,” Valeana read outloud, and pursed her lips. It had been a week since they had taken port, and they had yet to receive confirmation that the Princess and the Rogue Prince were coming. Then after learning about the possible fatal wound Lord Clorlys Velaryon suffered at the Stepping Stones, Valeana started to believe there was a distinct possibility that the King would not get his wish in reuniting the Valyrian houses. 
Valeana hadn’t been able to go to Laena Velaryon’s funeral all those years ago, but her father and stepmother went with Clement. While they had not witnessed what happened at Driftmark on that fateful night, Bartimos was made aware of it the morning after. Aemond had claimed Vhagar, and in a skirmish of just children, he had lost his eye for it. When Alicent did not receive the justice she wanted, she had attacked her step-daughter and former friend in a fit of maternal rage. 
Val wondered if her mother had been still alive, would she have the same rage when she saw what Aemond did to her? Would she reach for a knife and try to take Alicent’s leg in lieu of the Prince’s? 
From what she was told, Lysa Lannister had the demeanor of a contented lioness. Very little angered her; she was patient, listened intently to her husband and friends, and rarely talked in social settings. However, when she did, all listened at the table. Her father said that the only time he had witnessed Lysa’s anger was when Queen Aemma, her closest friend and mistress, had died on her birthing bed, and not long after, the sharks of the small council swarmed King Viserys about remarrying. The tipping point was when Prince Daemon had called the late princeling “Heir for a Day”. After the King had summoned his brother to the Throne Room to confront him about it, Lysa intercepted Daemon in the corridor outside. She slapped him with the back of her jewel adorned hand. then spat in his eye and called him a jealous blackguard with a tiny piece of coal for a heart. Allegedly she had gone to punch him, but a gold cloak had pulled her back with her kicking and screaming.
Valeana wagered her mother would have probably done a lot more to avenge her children. Probably commit treason. The thought of that made her smirk in amusement. 
When the door to the library was pushed open, she had barely gotten through the Old King’s long list of sires and grandsires, and the Targaryen bastards that were worth mentioning. Valeana jostled in her seat, getting ready to spew excuses for Maester Artos, but the person who walked in the door was much worse than the old man. 
It was Aemond. 
He looked equally as surprised to see her there, albeit briefly. Soon his face contorted into one of annoyance. 
“What are you doing here? It is prohibited to enter the library when the Maester is abed,” he looks about the library, seeing no other candlelight other than Valeana’s, confirming that she was, indeed, here alone.
“No-” she cleared her throat when it came out croaky. “No one stopped me. The doors were open.” 
“Hm,” from this distance she could see his lips thin, “Do you allow your guests to go where they please in your home during the hour of the owl over at Claw Isle?” 
Val’s cheeks turned red, though she thanked the darkness for shielding it from him, “Yes.” She lied. Truthfully, it would be strange if the positions were reversed and she found a guest she wasn’t overly fond of in their family’s library in the dead of night. But there was a fat chance she would admit that to him.
“I do not believe you,” he stood still before his eye flickered to the large book that sat on the table and then moved over to the empty podium it once sat. His jaw tightened as he strode over, “That is not a book to be removed from its place. It is not a book to be touched by common– anyone other than a Targaryen.”
Valeana bristled at his tone, but before she could give him a reasonable answer of: “how the hell am I supposed to know?” he slammed the heavy book shut in front of her, causing both the table and herself to jump in surprise. 
“I was reading that!” She stood up as he slid the tome across the table to his side and pulled it up to cradle it against his chest. 
He didn’t say anything as he lifted it with ease and brought it back to its podium. Aemond gently adjusted it to its center, and then inspected it, convinced she had damaged it somehow. 
It bothered her to be ignored, especially after so rudely snatching what she was reading, after all he has said and done. She was bothering no one, especially not him, yet her simple presence was enough to demean her. In her annoyed anger, she swiftly strode towards him, and without thought she reached out and grabbed his arm, repeating herself, “Aemond, I said I was reading–”
Once her hand grabbed his shoulder, his entire body jerked back. His other hand reached over to grab hers, only to shove it back into her, effectively thrusting her away. The shock of being pushed immediately brought back a riptide of memories, one after the other. It might’ve only been a second or less, but it felt like an eternity; it felt like her back was being passed through endless air and then surely be greeted by one sharp edged stair after another.
 Had she been an abled body woman, she would have balanced herself after a step back. Unfortunately, when she left her bedroom, she did not dress her leg properly, nor did she wear secured shoes. Her bad leg gave in to her weight when it found no security in the loose straps, and she slipped, landing flat on her back on the carpeted wooden floor. 
Valeana could feel the sting of tears behind her tightly shut lids. Her tailbone and shoulders were in the most pain, but luckily the soft carpet had absorbed the shock of it. Though nothing felt worse than her face, which burned and twitched as she fought back hard to control the sob that threatened to burst out of her throat. Even with eyes tightly closed, she could feel air on her good leg, which meant her robe and small clothes had left her legs bare, and the humiliating knowledge he could see everything made this all the worse. 
“Valeana–” 
Without so much as a hiccup, she rolled onto her knees and held onto her right thigh as she righted left leg carefully, yet swiftly. She refused to breathe through her mouth, afraid that the sounds of her sorrow would escape from her throat and echo an infinite amount of times in the grand expanse of the library. Valeana fled, at least as much as she could; the pain on her tailbone coupled with her loosened straps made her limp-sprint out of the library and down the corridor. 
She spared absolutely no glances over her shoulder. Her eyes casted onto the floor as she watched her mismatched steps on the stone tiles. It seemed, at some point, her shoe had slipped off, but she couldn’t remember when or where that happened. Her ears were ringing with white noise; if anyone were calling after her, be it a guard or a servant, she did not hear them. All she could hear was the sound of her inner child’s own blood curdling scream. Her left leg suddenly started to burn, a phantom pain shooting up her non existent calf. 
Valeana’s lips finally popped open, and something between a groan of agony and a sob escaped. Gasping, she faltered in her gait, and her eyes shut with a veil of tears that blurred her vision. Then she stumbled forward with a grasping hand at her left knee, chest and shoulders stuttering with each panicked gasp. 
“Valeana? Valeana?” Someone was holding her upright with masculine hands on her shoulders. “Hells, what’s wrong? What happened?” 
She allowed her weight to be pressed against the stranger’s chest as her own shook with sobs of anguish and phantom pains. His hands moved from her shoulders to her face, trying to urge her to look up at him. 
“Valeana, tell me what happened. Look at me,” His voice was familiar to her, but his identity remained unknown until the dew from her lids slipped down her reddened cheeks and her vision focused. Aegon’s wide purple eyes examined her face, full of concern and fear, two things she has never seen there before. 
“I hate him,” She finally spoke through gritted teeth. “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” 
His eyes searched hers, the creases in his forehead relaxed when he managed to piece the puzzle together with the little context she gave him. Aegon’s thumbs brushed away the tears from her cheeks and then pulled her to his chest. 
“Let’s get out of the hall,” He whispered after a moment. “My apartments are not far from here.” 
He pulled her arm over his shoulder, and slipped his under hers. Taking a brief glance down to her feet, he noticed her right foot was clad in a red velvet slipper, and the other a wooden one.
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Note: This was an emotionally taxing chapter to write, so I hope it came out well. I had to channel a lot of personal experience into it. Also, I had to squish in Valeana's name pronunciation somehow XD. So there it is.
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