#scrunched nose🥹🫶🏻

[jeres-red-g-string]

mattimaxim via Ig stories

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[ssahotchnerr]

hi!!! could you write aaron x bau! reader, where jack accidentally finds a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom or somewhere in a drawer before reader gets a chance to tell aaron)))🫶🏻

tells

omg omg i could cry 🫶🏻🥹 cw; pregnant bau!reader, mentions of pregnancy symptoms, a ton of fluff <3 wc; 1k

"Hi sweetheart."

Aaron's eyes rose as you entered his office, before returning to the files laid atop his desktop, a paper in his right hand. His stare had lingered momentarily, so he noticed the bag in your hand. "Heading out?"

"Yup, gotta pick up Jack." You replied, hoping you sounded somewhat normal, given your current circumstances. You felt as if your voice was borderline squeaky, in that attempt to remain normal, while also resisting the urge to bounce on your toes. "You coming with?"

On another note, you were so incredibly thankful to be leaving early; overwhelmed with nausea, back pain, fatigue. Ginger ale had been within arm's reach all day, an achingly long day. Laying in bed had never sounded more appealing.

"No, I wish I could. There's a few consults I need to look over before tomorrow. It shouldn't take too long, though." He got up, inching towards you, "I can, however, spare some time for you."

Your nose scrunched in amusement, leaning up to peck his lips, "You're too good to me."

He chased your lips, murmuring into the kiss with a soft smirk and teasing you right back, "I do try."

After the two of you pulled away (and a whistle echoed outside from a passing Derek Morgan), you toyed with his tie, smoothing it cleanly against his torso. "Don't stay too late, okay?"

"I won't." Aaron kissed you once, twice more before retreating back to his desk. He held onto your hand for as long as possible, causing it to fall gracefully to your side. "I'll be home before dinner, I promise."

Instead of leaving, all you could do was stand there; staring at him, completely giddy. The secret you held, it made you feel a whole new kind of love when you looked at him. The father of your unborn child, the perfect addition to your family. A new love you had created together.

Aaron's gaze lifted, catching you ogling him, a confused smile forming on his face. "What?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." You shrugged, forcing your feet towards the door. "I'll see you at home."

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, playfully. He absolutely didn't buy it. "Okay, drive safe."

-

"Hi." Jack greeted, climbing into the backseat and shutting the door behind him. He struggled the smallest amount, his backpack weighing him down.

"Hey Jackers," You twisted behind, offering a warm smile, "have a good day?"

"Yeah." He verified, and left it at that. He simply settled in, buckling up.

While you had thought you were the one being strange, he was definitely more so. As you took the route home, he remained quiet in the back, rather than being his usual talkative, wanting-to-tell-you-everything-about-his-day self. You peered at him in the rearview, observing him.

He didn't look pale, so hopefully he wasn't coming down with something. He didn't seem upset - his eyebrows always pinched together in worry when he was. Even this morning during breakfast for instance, he seemed far away, off in his own world. If you didn't know any better, he looked on edge, but in a jittery, seemingly excited way. Antsy, and oddly familiar.

"You okay?"

Jack nodded, keeping his eyes out the window. His absorbed expression indicated the gears continuing to turn in his mind.

"Did something happen today? You're awfully quiet."

"I have a question."

You stopped the car, arriving home, turning around in your seat again to fully look at him. "You know you can ask me anything. Whatever's on your mind, nothing's off limit."

His eyes lit up, hopeful yet quizzical. He quietly and timidly asked, "Am I getting a baby brother or sister?"

You blinked at him, surprised, as that was the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth. But you couldn't stop the small smile tugging its way onto your face. Not only because you were happy, of course, but you also didn't want him thinking he had done something wrong. "What makes you ask that?"

"I wasn't snooping, I promise. I went into your bathroom to look for some floss - Dad said I could, said it was in the top left drawer - and I saw it, it said pregnant. But I didn't mean to see, I swear."

Your expression softened sweetly, a gentle laugh escaping you too, "It's okay buddy, that's completely on me. I didn't do a very good job of concealing it at all."

An adorable, boyish smile pulled at his lips, the words leaving him shyly. He could infer the answer, but he needed the actual confirmation. "So... am I?"

After a moment's silence, letting the suspense linger, you confirmed, your heart bursting as you did. "You are."

"Yes!" He nearly shouted, immediately unbuckling his seatbelt and throwing his arms around you, as much as he could with the obstacle of the driver's seat. His arms mainly reached around your neck.

You laughed gleefully, your hands raising to his arms, squeezing them gently - a makeshift hug for the meantime. Tears dared to spill down your cheeks, overwhelmed with emotion.

He released the embrace, sobering for a moment and the realization beginning to fully set in. "I'm really getting a sister?"

"It could be a boy too." You arched a brow, grinning.

"Yeah," he matched your smile, buzzing with happiness. "And I'd love that too. But, I think it's gonna be a girl."

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see." You shrugged coyly, "It's still quite early, so we won't be able to find out for a couple weeks."

"Weeks?" He whined painfully, but it faded as fast as it had appeared. "I'm so excited. I can't wait."

"You wanna know something else?" He nodded profusely. "You're the only one who knows."

Jack's eyes brightened more if it were possible, in both exhilaration and shock. "Seriously?!"

For the meantime, it was a special secret, shared just between the two of you. You could've sobbed right there, between his genuine sweetness and excitement. And the hormones.

Regardless, he was going to be the best big brother.

"Dad doesn't know?"

"Not yet. I was brainstorming how to tell him, how to tell you, but you were just too quick for me." You flashed him a teasing grin. "That means you have to help me come up with a fun way to tell him, and quick, because I think he's onto me. Deal?"

Jack held out his pinky, interlocking it with yours. "Deal."

[devils-dares]

hi lovely can i get a carmy x college reader where she comes to his for dinner when the dining hall food is bad 🥹🫶🏻

YES YOU CAN

he's grumbling, pouring over his notebook with a cigarette dangling from his lips. he can't get this one recipe right and it's pissing him the fuck off. he's so pissed, in fact, that he doesn't even hear the door unlock. he ends up throwing the notebook across the room, burying the heels of his palms in his eyesockets. suddenly, you feel really bad about coming here to bother him, trying to sneak back out.

"what're you doin' here, sugar?" he asks.

"was just leaving, i didn't wanna bother you." he sighs deeply, standing up from the floor. he walks over to you, taking your hands in his.

"what's going on?" you blink a few times, thinking about how stupid your disruption really is.

"the dining hall food is bad and i haven't really been eating much. came over here cause i was hungry and-"

"you wanted me to cook for ya, sugar?"

"yeah," you frown, "but you don't have to. you're stressed."

"and my girlfriend's hungry," he says, kissing your forehead. he squeezes your hands gently before pulling you into a hug, "what can i make for you?" as you think, he scoops you up and plops you on the counter, standing between your legs. he brushes your hair out of your face, smiling at you. the stress lines seem to melt away from his face the longer he looks at you.

“make me whatever you feel like making,” you say, smiling at him, “long as it’s warm, i don’t care, it’ll be yummy.”

“bear secret menu item?” you giggle at his words.

“you’re just saying that so you don’t have to admit to stealing syd’s ideas.”

“syd can butt the fuck out of my relationship.” he starts taking some ingredients out.

“nothing too elaborate, carm, just messy and warm.”

“are you hungry now or can you wait?”

“i can wait. i brought my bag, i’ve got some reading to do.” he nods. you slip off of the counter, grabbing your book and notes out of your bag while he starts to cook. the smells enter your nose while you study, and your stomach grumbles loudly.

“when was the last time you ate?”

“good food?” he laughs.

“any food, sugar.”

“i had… a cereal bar this morning.”

“that’s all?” you nod. he sighs.

“how about i make you dinner, and then get some stuff ready for leftovers?”

“please?” he laughs softly.

“‘course, princess.” he starts to chop up some veggies as you pull out your books and laptop. immediately, the stress of school comes back, and you find yourself rubbing at your forehead already. as you;’re getting into the nitty gritty of your notes from your lecture earlier today, you see a glass of wine get dropped off at the table.

“gotta relax more, sugar. all that stress is gonna take a toll on you.” you smile up at him, swirling the wine in your glass before taking a sip.

“you don’t like this one.” you say as he takes a sip as well, “you hate pinot.” he shrugs.

“pairs well with the food.”

“no it doesn’t.”

“no it doesn’t.” he nods, repeating what you said and agreeing. you smile as he turns around, taking a sip of his wine. you can see the sides of his neck tense up, and you imagine the scrunched up look on his face from the taste of the wine.

“carmy-”

“it’s good, yummy.” he says, taking another sip and fighting the sour look on his face.

“i love you.” you laugh. he grumbles and goes back to the kitchen to cook.

soon enough, you’ve got a steaming hot plate of food in front of you, and your laptop gets whisked away.

“eat, and then study if you need to, but you’re not touching this until your stomach is brimming with food. i’ve got seconds.”

“won’t you come eat with me?” you ask, a pout on your face. he tuts.

“yeah yeah.” he refills the wine glasses, his wine looking much darker than yours this go around.

“cab sauv? not the best pairing.”

“better than fucking pinot.”

[sofs16]

lacy

charles x fem!ferrari driver

angst with a decenttt ending.. charles is kinda off here but character development!

based on lacy by olivia rodrigo

dear angel lacy, eyes white as daisies. did i ever tell you that i’m not doing well?

“FUCK” you sobbed as you passed the checkered flag. “P11, yn. P11.” you nodded quietly mumbling something. you saw through your blurred vision, charles running to the team as he wins another GP, yet again.

you make your way to the garage and put your helmet down, no talking to anyone on your way to the bathroom, immediately breaking down.

“yn? media time” you hear “i can’t im sorry- i can’t” you sob once again.

sure, you’d think- ‘why is she crying? she’s an f1 driver and it’s just p11’. well, that’s the thing. having this as your 3rd gp in a row with no points scored for the team while your team mate is always on the podium is mentally exhausting.

charles leclerc is known to be the golden ferrari boy. you both have a neutral friendship off track. he doesn’t ever notice your struggles, which makes it harder to deal with.

“yn, you need to go out there. it’ll stir up controversy” you hear the impatience through their voice. you nod, getting up, wiping your tears, and splashing water on your face before opening the door. you feel the looks on you but you continue walking towards the media.

“yn! you mentioned in the interview a while ago you’d do your best amidst starting at the back, was it more difficult than you expected as you finished in P11?” they held the mic up to your mouth

“Um- I started from P13 and even if i only made it to P11, it doesn’t mean this is the best it will get. The tracks were, yes, quite difficult but- um. I’ll try to improve and score more points for the team next time.” You scrunched your nose.

a few dodgeable questions were being asked and just as you were answering your last question…

“how do you feel as you’ve scored no points whereas your teammate, Charles Leclerc, is about to go up the podium now?” You swallowed the lump forming in your throat “I feel happy for Charles. He works hard for it” you smile and walk away.

i care, i care, i care. like perfume that you wear, i linger all the time. watching hidden in plain sight.

you look to the side and see Charles spraying champagne on the podium. you feel happy for him, but the wallowing feeling in your stomach lingers.

dazzling starlet, bardot reincarnate. well aren’t you the greatest thing to ever exist?

you push harder than ever, starting at p5, charles at pole position. you finish the gp at 4th and him, of course, at 1st.

the questions don’t get better, now that you’re in the points, they once again focus on how you are the only woman in the grid.

oh i try, i try, i try. try to rationalize, people are people but, it’s like you’re made of angel dust.

when you finish you, once again, raise your head to see another champagne fight at front. one year in ferrari and you’ve only had 2 podiums. you somehow curse yourself for smiling at your teammate, instead of loathing them.

charles_leclerc

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yn Congrats, Charles! 🫶🏻

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⤷ yncharles i hope they hang out more 🥹🥹

ynsbeloved thanking your team that fucks your team mate up? Yeah… kay

lacy, oh lacy. it’s like you’re out to get me. you poison every little thing that i do.

finally, p1. on the last lap, you managed to pass your teammate- against your given instructions.

”yn- that was disobeying my direct orders.” you hear and your celebrations came to a halt, a permanent one rather.

you sigh and get out of the car, the team embracing you, some to charles as well.

you answer questions that revolve around how you were permitted to pass charles. you don’t say anything and say you’re happy both you and charles are on the podium.

you make your way to the garage and charles is breathing down your neck. “What the fuck was that, yn?” You turn to see charles making such gestures with his hands and muttering angry french words.

“what?” you sigh, turning to him. “that’s so selfish, they told me i’d be in front? why did you not follow the orders?” “because i could win” you argued. to be fair, charles’ tires were wearing out and you were on fresh new tires.

“but still-“ “charles you’re literally on the fucking podium. you’ve been on the podium for the last fucking gps and won around 4 gps in a row. i’m tired of being second to you when i can be first. yes, i’m the second driver but it doesn’t mean i get to look stupid at the back while you are the glory. I-i’m treated like a fucking rookie because it’s always you on that podium because i don’t get a chance to get on there.” you wipe your tears away “you don’t get to say i’m selfish- no” you walk away as he thinks things through.

yn

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yn we made it everyone 🥹 p1! thank you to the #tifosi! view all 243,448 comments

ynsracer LOLLL HER NOT THANKING FERRARI DIRECTLY AS SHE SHOULDDD

charles_leclerc It’s been a long time coming, as you say. Congrats! ❤️

⤷ yn thanks charlie! congrats on p2!

and i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you.

after many team discussions, things have gotten much better. especially with charles fighting for better treatment for you.

it’s been a long year when charles asked you out, you were hesitant. you always wanted to be that independent girl, but what’s the harm in love?

yncharlesies

liked by yn, and 154,383 others yncharlsies HELLO???????? HELLOO???????? charles buying yn flowers and kissing her after another p1.. HELLO? view all 2,844 comments

ynlalalalver so happy for our girl! getting that enemies to lovers trope AHAHA

⤷ ferr4ri kinda wish she isnt dating him..i didn’t forget he literally ignored her as she was clearly struggling

⤷ ynlalalalver yeahh but he’s clearly matured as well, im noticing a lot of differences :)

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charles_leclerc So happy for yn❤️ I know you will continue to achieve many things, Amour. See you on the podium! @maxverstappen1 treat her well or else. view all 2,484,382 comments

maxverstappen1 We’ll have so much fun racing, @yn! See you next year! 🎯

⤷ chynferr AHAHA MAX IGNORING THE THREAT

yn love you charlie, see you in the podium indeed! thank you for supporting me:,)

⤷ charles_leclerc Will continue to support you till my last breath❤️

R3DBULLFERRARI crying. charles wearing redbull jacket and yn wearing ferrari jacket 😭

[grapejuicestyless]

could we have a story that warms up my heart and makes me feel gushy and mushy and eeeeeeek!!!!!!! I’m in need of something to ‘awwwwwww’ to and I feel like you’re perfect for that 🥹🫶🏻

Tiny Moves

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: You and JJ have only been friends for a little while, but to him it feels like he’s known you forever and he’s so sure he’ll always want you forever. Inspired by the song Tiny Moves by Bleachers. I wrote this with JJ Maybank in mind because I’ve been on an OBX kick recently but it could definitely be rewritten to fit other people!

JJ Maybank was a notorious man whore, to put it delicately. Sleeping with any tourist who even batted their eyelashes at him, and any other girl from the cut who was desperate enough to sneak away from the party for a blurred night with the blonde.

He didn’t mind the status, being the guy they all went to. In his mind, no strings attached was the best thing for him. It meant no pressure to feel things and no guilt for turning down any girl who had stupidly fallen for him.

That was, until he met her. Y/n Y/l/n, a friend of a friend and his former lab partner from middle school. He didn’t mean to fall for her, but then again, who really plans on falling in love, let alone with some girl JJ wouldn’t even show up to biology class for when he was still on the brink of becoming a teenager.

He remembers the messy braids tied in her hair and the way the safety glasses left faint marks behind on her face after long hours spent leaning over a plastic beaker mixing different colored fluids to make a rainbow.

Back then, he never really paid her any attention. What she did or didn’t do never peaked his interest, he would much rather have spent his time with his cheek pressed against the palm of his hands while he looked out the window like he was in prison. Now, suddenly and without warning, it did matter.

JJ wanted all of her tiny moves, he wanted to forever remember the silly marks from the glasses on her face or how her nose would scrunch and the skin by her eyes would crinkle when she would smile. It made his chest feel funny, wanting all of the silly little nonsensical things from her, things that would never give him any kind of personal gain but all things he couldn’t stop praying for.

He remembers how she stopped by one day without warning in the middle of January, stumbling over the piles of leaves piled up by the front steps of the chateau. She was wearing a soft white dress that swayed around her ankles in the wind and had blue painted on her finger nails. She was just giving back his notebook he let her borrow when she was out of class with a cold a few days prior to her visit, and truthfully he had just stolen Pope’s notes and taken the credit, but the soft smile on her face and the dimples by her cheeks made it impossible for him to confess the truth.

When she left, he felt the insatiable burning in his chest and the intense pounding of his heart against his ribcage. He placed Kiara’s hand over his chest wearily, only driving himself into more of a panic as he declared to her that he believed he was having a heart attack. He felt so funny and sluggish that he was so sure of it, but Kiara only swatted his hand away and laughed with her whole stomach as she realized his feelings before him.

“Jayj, you’re in love!” She said it so loudly, he had to put a hand over her mouth and hush her until she promised not to say anything to anyone.

And how could he have not seen it? The tiniest moves she made, it was like watching his whole world shake. A simple smile or a polite giggle from across the campfire at one of his half decent jokes and he was redder than the sky at sundown and hotter than the lively flame in front of him.

He doesn’t know how it happened, or why he suddenly decided to start paying her any kind of special attention in their friendship, or even why it was her. He always thought he’d end up with Kiara because at least if he was unloveable, him and her had made a pact to get married if they hadn’t met anyone by thirty. But now, all of his past meant nothing to him when he had the something he didn’t even know he was looking to find.

“Stay still.” Her voice ordered playfully, taking my wrist in her hands and blowing a cool breeze across my fingertips.

The overwhelming smell of nail polish mixed with the addictive smell of freshness in her room, her pillows fluffy and her blankets piled all over her bed. I knew that John B was surely going to give me a hard time when I walked into his backyard with bright orange nails, but when Y/n finished up her own hands and looked up at me all doe eyed asking if I would let her paint mine the same color so we could match, I didn’t even think about the names he would call me before I said yes. All I could think about was how happy she would be if I were to give in.

“Smells so bad.” I gagged, trying to pull my hands from her grip playfully, nose crinkling at the chemical like smell that covered my hands.

She laughed, throwing her head back as she grabbed both of my hands this time, despite one of them already being dry and shook them in her own hands.

“You’ll mess it up you dork!” She leaned forward, practically laughing into my chest at my faux hurt that I painted across my face. I laughed too, but not nearly as hard. I was too focused on her.

I’d only really been friends with Y/n for a year. She had only started tagging along just last June, and yet, she consumed all of my thoughts more than anyone I’d ever known. I wanted to be around her all the time, make her laugh just so I could hear the breathiness in her voice as she claimed she couldn’t breathe because her ribs hurt too much. I’d only really known her for a year, but it felt like we’d been intertwined like this forever, and I’m certain I’ll feel like this forevermore.

It was like Kiara had told me in January when she first came by in her pretty white dress and a sweet smile on her face, I was in love and I loved her.

“I love you.” Her giggles sputtered off into one final breath of air squeaking from her throat, and her eyes stretched in a way that confirmed that what I had said was out loud and not just the phrase I repeated to her in my head over and over again every time we spoke.

And my whole world shook violently when I got no response, feeling my heart breaking for that silent second and only hearing the ringing in my ears accompanied by the humming of the fan in the corner of her room.

And then, suddenly, her hands were on my cheeks, lips pressed to mine and eyelashes tickling my cheeks as they fluttered shut. She tasted like strawberry chapstick and minty toothpaste, I couldn’t help but feel completely consumed by her when all I could feel was her. Her hands, her lips, her coconut shampoo.

My hands found the back of her neck, massaging the skin between my fingers to deepen the press of her lips to mine like if I weren’t, she would slip away and I would wake from this blissful dream of mine.

When we pulled away, I found her eyes looking straight into mine, lips swollen and pink from where we were connected just a moment ago.

Then, suddenly, she was melting into a fit of giggles that bubbled from her chest, eyes closing as her forehead rested against my shoulder. For a second, I thought she thought it was funny, but then I felt myself fall into the same static feelings of pure excitement, happiness and love that she was feeling. That same funny feeling spreading from my chest to ever limb in my body until I was buzzing with it, blushing until I was sure my whole face was beet red.

“Why are you laughing?” I laughed along with her, pulling her head to rest against mine with both of my hands, feeling her moving against my forehead with each giggle that escaped her lips. Her hands found mine, pulling them down to her lap where she could brush her hands over my knuckles and smile at polish, which was now worn away.

“You smudged it!” She breathed out like it was the funniest thing in the world, and I knew it felt like it to her because of the leftover nerves and giddiness resting in her stomach, the same fluttery feeling I felt as well.

“Eh, you can fix them, right?” I didn’t let her answer, pressing my lips to hers again and holding her hands in mine. I’d only just gotten a taste and I was already addicted.

Maybe I was having a heart attack, but I wouldn’t know the difference with all the love pumping through my body. At least if I was, I would die knowing I finally got the girl.

And all of her tiny moves.

[gay-dorito-dust]

hi! need me sum fluff rafayel x reader content 🥹 like if mc were sick, how would d fishman care for her! Thanks a lot 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

You felt like utter shit.

For one your nose was all bummed up, followed by your throat feeling as though it was rubbed raw with sandpaper from your frequent coughing fits, which only made swallowing or opening your mouth to speak a more difficult task without breaking into another coughing fit; and over all just feeling absolutely drained of any energy to move an inch from your warm bed.

If there was one thing you hated more then anything, it was being sick, but it seemed as though the fates were was being extremely cruel to you after being caught out in rainfall in inadequate attire and being forced to sit out and be bed bound for the foreseeable; you naturally blamed Rafayel for convenience, seeing as he was the one who wanted to stand out in the light rain before it became a heavy downpour.

Rafayel on the other hand…

‘Aww, is my sea bunny a little sick?’ He asked rhetorically as he sat down a cup of tea, a bottle of water and a packet of medicine onto the bedside table.

‘Nice to know that me being sick brings you joy.’ You said sarcastically before going straight for the tea and taking the first sip, humming in content when you felt the warm liquid travel down your throat, leaving an aftertaste of honey and lemon in it’s wake. ‘That’s nice.’ You groaned, leaning your head back on the heap of pillows that Rafayel had fluffed up for your comfort, closing your eyes briefly.

‘What a kind way to tell me that you like being in my care.’ Rafayel said with a cheeky smile, obviously enjoying this a lot more than you were. How was it that you were the only one out of the two of you to get a cold was a mystery, but considering how hands on Rafayel had been with nursing you back to health, it was only a matter of time before he was the one sick and you having to take care of him.

‘He’d enjoy it way too much, the overdramatic prick.’ You thought to yourself before you noticed that something didn’t add up.

‘Wait a minute-‘ you abruptly sat up in bed, not heading Rafayel’s warning about sitting up too fast but you didn’t heed them and grunted as you held your head between your hands. ‘Aren’t you suppose to get that painting done for that charity art exhibition that Thomas had been reminding you about for the past two days? What’re you doing taking care of me?’ You asked, trying to decipher what Rafayel’s eyes were conveying but the cold too much out of you to sum up the energy to figure out what.

Rafayel shrugged as he helped you lie back down against the mound of pillows, leaning over you to fluff some of them up, his eyes gauging your every reaction for any signs of discomfort before leaning back and shrugging his shoulders as though the topic of discussion wasn’t of any particular importance. ‘It gets done when it gets done and besides I’ve got much more important things to take care of…even if they’re too stubborn to accept my help.’ He then booped on the nose, causing you to scrunch it up, making him chuckle. You couldn’t help but feel warm at the implication but decided that you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words affected you -you didn’t want his ego to become too inflated- and instead burrowed yourself deeper into the covers in an act to get warm.

‘I was doing just fine.’ You said, voice being muffled by the covers over your mouth.

Rafayel scoffed as he looked at the time on his phone before reaching over for the bottle of water and packet of medicine. Was it that time already? Time surly flies by when you had Rafayel for company, whether you wanted it or not. ‘Yeah, walking about the place and looking close to fainting on several occasions whilst sniffling and coughing up a lung. I’d say you did an excellent job in taking care of yourself there.’ He replied and you tried to swat his arm but it came off as weak and pathetic.

‘Shut up nurse Rayafyel and give me my medicine already.’ You muttered, holding out your hand.

‘What’s the magic word.’ Rafayel smiled cheekily, withholding your tablets.

You sighed. ‘Nurse Rafayel will you please give me my medicine already.’

‘Here you go.’ Rafayel chirped as he then gave you the tablets, followed by the bottle of water to help wash down the pills before getting up to his feet, much to your confusion, which must’ve been clear enough for him to read as he then said. ‘I’m going to make you something to eat, so why don’t you take a nap to stop yourself from missing me so much.’

You scoffed, raising the covers higher up your face. ‘In your dreams.’

‘Actually correct answer is in your dreams, sweetheart.’ Rafayel replied mischievously and narrowly avoided a pillow that you’ve thrown at him and pouted, hands on his hips. ‘You don’t know how long it took me to fluff that up for you and this is how you repay you repay your nurse?’

‘Just get me something to eat and leave me to sleep.’ You said, hiding your smile when you felt Rafayel gingerly brush away hair and sweat from your forehead to press a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room just as sleep began to weigh heavily on your eyelids, forcing them to close as you were transported to your dream.

[strlingsav]

Omg pls don't post my previous ask I meant to say part two to Yours 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 the breeding link one 😯🥹😮‍💨🥴🥴🥴

LOL no worries I got you 😉 Sequel to this 🫶🏻

Yours: Two

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

It snuck up on you; moving yourself into Simon's apartment, the engagement, the wedding. It seemed to blend together, fragments of images and memories that stuck in your head. It was rushed, full of eagerness and excitement to move forward together. You never questioned where you were headed; there was always a looming feeling of certainty in your life with Simon.

You'd only been married a few days- still enjoying the aftermath of the private ceremony inside the nearest courthouse. Neither of you were interested in the gawking guests and awkward socialization. Simon had only just asked you if you wanted to be married, aside from your preferences for privacy, there was hardly time to plan anything anyways.

You stick the spatula under the doughy circle, flipping it over to the other side while Simon stands flush against the counter, enjoying the sight of you in his T-shirt. Your attention is focused solely on not burning your breakfast; brows furrowed, leaning forward and peeking underneath impatiently.

"You cooked before?" He teases. He knows just how to get under your skin, how to make your teeth clench.

"Yes," You shoot back, eyes narrowing at the expression of smugness on his face. "Your frying pan is shit."

"Think you just don't know how to make a pancake."

"If I didn't know, could I be doing it right now?"

"You're doin' somethin'."

"Do you even want to eat?"

"Debatin' on it. Might just skip breakfast."

"You're so dramatic," You roll your eyes, letting the pancake fall onto the plate. Handing it to him, you jut the plate against his chest. "Eat it. And like it."

His lips split into a grin, not unlike him once he truly trusted you; since you'd forced your way into the cracks between his walls, and seen the parts of himself he hid from everyone. You'd been lucky enough to have experienced it already, going on years, now, but it never failed to warm your insides.

There's silence, as he sets the plate down and readies a second for yourself. He's behind you, sifting through the drawer of cutlery, then stands back to sip his tea and watch you struggle to separate the pan from the dough.

"You wanna stay here?" His eyes shift to yours from the cup he's sipping out of.

He's nervous. It's unusual- he's never nervous. Not even when he's on enemy territory, or taking fire. But with you, the risk is there. He can't control you, instead, he has to wait with composure and a racing heart until you answer. The worst kind of torture, especially as it sits low in his gut, a sunken rock weighing him down while your eyes shift side to side. He's thought about this for a long time; wanted you, in every way possible, for a long time.

Your head jerks back with confusion. "I already am."

"Permanently. Get married and all that."

Your brow quirks up, lips curled upward in amusement. His nonchalance regarding the subject is admirable, given that you can see his chest rising and falling rapidly.

You scrunch your nose, ruminating on the offer for a moment- you like to keep him on his toes.

"Guess so, just don't complain about my cooking again." You threaten him with the spatula, your face softening with an affectionate smile.

He steps by you, a soft hand on your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I can overlook it."

Of course, your cooking is always the furthest thing from his mind when he sees you, feels you. He'd never let you go, regardless of how shitty a pancake you make.

You'd agreed to a simple honeymoon, a bed and breakfast in a quaint town at the edge of a lake. He was on leave, a perfectly executed plan, giving you time for a vacation that landed you in a forested haven for a week.

It was serene, peaceful, offering a calm atmosphere you didn't quite have back home. In the centre of the city, with traffic and a heavy population, quiet was a rare commodity.

It was a small cabin, heated by a wood stove and decorated with knitted blankets. It was comfortable, cozy- isolated. The perfect place for two.

You'd spent the day reading in silence, appreciating the smell of crackling wood. Simon had asked to take you fishing, which wasn't something you were even aware he knew how to do. He'd revealed he was an avid hunter- another surprise. It was no secret now, why he'd suggested the rustic cabin away from civilization. Truthfully, he wanted you all to himself. No distractions, no interruptions, no obstacles; he wanted his wife.

You hadn't taken your eyes off the wedding band Simon had picked for you. It was foreign, the weight around your finger. You found yourself distracted by it a few times, catching your eye when you'd wash your hands or pour yourself a drink. It would force you to remember you were married now- a commitment that was heavy and binding. You'd attached yourself to Simon, legally, and though it was overwhelming, you'd grown to thoroughly enjoy the sight of the ring on your finger and what it meant.

His hands glided around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. He watched from behind you, staring at the pot on the stove as you stirred slowly. His eyes were drawn to the ring too, and just how well it suited you. How well being his suited you. He was a bit thrown; he hadn't expected to be turned on by a damn ring.

"You feel like eating soon?" You turned your head a bit, watching him from your periphery.

"I do," He nodded. Innocent, though not quite. He had mischief behind his eyes, recognizable by the dilated pupils and glassy shine. "Been starvin', sweetheart."

His fingers were slow and menacing, a purposeful touch as he slid down to your jeans, hooking his thumbs inside the waistband to pull your ass against his groin. He sighed- strangled and painfully desperate. He pulled the button and zipper open without a second thought. A wave of heat crept over your body, expanding to reach your abdomen when his hands yanked your jeans down past your thighs, gently pulling your feet out of them.

"I meant dinner," Your voice faltered, a failed attempt at resisting his antics.

"'M lookin' at it."

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the flesh of your ass, soft kisses that teased the unabashed bite he unleashed afterward. Teeth grazing the silky flesh, hands pawing at your hips as he angled you down, revealing the mouth-watering vision of your panties, clinging to the moist patch that was growing quickly.

He pressed his lips against your pussy, an action that made you gasp. His low groan didn't go unnoticed, especially not with how difficult it was becoming to concentrate on stirring.

He tugged your panties aside, his tongue gliding through you. His first taste was fucking heavenly, and he didn't think he'd be able to restrain himself. He gripped your ass now, tugging and pulling at you to allow for better access. He ran across your clit, a harsh lick that made your hips jump. His fingers were clinging to you so tightly, even the smallest movements were nearly impossible.

"Simon," You said, a weak warning. "I'm cooking- I can't- you can't eat me out right now." You almost laughed.

"Perfect little wife you are," He sighed, relishing in the undeniable possessiveness that drove his every action. "Let me enjoy it." He spared only a few moments before diving back in to press his face against you.

You could never resist his charm, especially not when his tongue was providing such pleasure; long, languid strokes over your clit that made your knees buckle.

You huffed, pushing the pot off the burner before turning around to face him. He hummed.

"There's my girl," He remarked, grabbing your thigh and hoisting it over his shoulder.

He buried his face between your thighs, fingers holding your panties aside while his tongue slid back against your clit.

"Cookin' make you this wet?" He asked, eyes peering up at you as he sat back for a moment.

Your hand came up to rest on his crown, a short nod and mhm, before you pulled him in to continue. You didn't have the mind to put up with teasing, he'd already half-finished the job, you needed it done.

A muffled chuckle made you shiver, even more so when his fingers inched their way inside you. Your head fell back, eyes squeezed shut as he curled them inside you, flicking his tongue with methodical vigour.

His lips mouthed at your clit, and your whole body shook, bursts of adrenaline shooting up your body from every pump of his fingers and caress of his tongue.

You blew air through a small parting in your lips, exhaling the growing impatience as he teased your orgasm. You teetered on the edge, not quite there but only a few moments away. Your fingers gripped his hair, tugging softly to release your frustration, though he didn't cease or pick up his pace.

You inadvertently lifted your hips to his face, begging for more. He never took the bait, always did what he wanted until you asked otherwise. He enjoyed watching you come undone on his tongue, and had memorized every movement necessary to see and feel it.

Your fingers were harsher now, no longer a soft grasp but desperate, wanting. So close to falling over the edge, it was almost irritating. You could feel it building, a tightness enveloping your abdomen, heat spreading through every limb until you felt like you were on fire.

Your lips parted, a whine- not quite a moan, but loud enough to catch his attention and make him exhale a quiet moan. You were almost there, and he gave a few more strokes before you gasped.

You had latched your fingers to his head, squeezing tightly as your body exploded with pleasure, grinding yourself against his nose and tongue.

"Oh God, Simon," You moaned now, appreciative of the effort he gave.

A thin layer of sweat dotted your brow, heart racing and panting while you recovered from your muscles tensing.

He stood to his feet, your eyes following his. His hands came to your hips, a delicate touch at first, before he pulled you closer, able to lift you onto the nearby counter with little effort.

His fingers dragged your panties down your thighs, rough hands clasping around the smooth skin of your calves. Your teeth pulled at the flesh of your cheeks, waiting with searing anticipation, nearly trembling with impatience.

He stood between your thighs, letting you lift the shirt off his torso. Your palms pressed flat against the muscular expanse of his abdomen, and his hands dropped to undo the belt and button of his pants.

"Got me rock-fuckin'-hard all the time," He grumbled against your neck, inhaling your scent with appreciation.

"So fuck me," Your hands met his, gently running your hand over his cock as you pulled his briefs down. His head dropped to your shoulder, lips lazily pressing against the ridge of your collarbone.

"That's a foul mouth you've got, Mrs. Riley."

You grinned.

He reached around to pull your hips closer, his cock pressing into the warm flesh of your pussy.

"Oh!" You exclaimed, your hand reaching his bicep to stop him. "I meant to tell you," You looked up at him, your next words were meek and cautious. "I stopped taking my birth control."

His brows furrowed. There were conflicting feelings inside him; unbridled desire, the overwhelming urge to plunge his cock inside you, uncaring of the consequences, and hesitation. It was real, now. The only remaining milestone was children, even more demanding than marriage.

He was apprehensive, not sure whether he was truly ready, no matter the circumstances. The two of you had built a secure life for yourselves, there were no unanswered questions or outstanding business that prevented any of it. The only real obstacle was his own feelings.

He knew what he was in for if he did happen to get you pregnant. He had no reservations about it, in fact, the image of you pregnant, with your shared child brought goosebumps to his skin. Motherhood would suit you, and you'd more than coaxed the paternal instinct from him. It was usually the only thing he could think about, a happy family for him to watch over, provide for. He was ready; it'd been sitting on his mind since before getting engaged, and he didn't want to waste anymore time.

"I brought condoms, in case you were worried. Not like I'll get pregnant right away, but if you're not there yet, I-"

He cut off your rambling with a kiss, pushing his cock inside you. A quiet gasp left your parted lips, and you reached for his shoulders, instinctually.

He thrusted into you, a few times, before settling against your hips. It was intimate, faces only inches from each others, limbs tangled together in a bubble of heat and desire.

"You wanna have my kid?" He asked, not quite disbelief but reaching for the answer he already knew.

"I do." It was genuine, undeniably real and true.

He hummed in response, inquisitive and teasing while he pressed soft kisses to the flesh of your neck.

"All you had to say," He answered. "Been waitin' to get you pregnant."

You flushed, cheeks burning and your womb igniting with a searing heat you'd yet to feel since he'd talked about kids once before, while inside you.

You'd taken it at face value then, reckless language during an intimate exchange, but now, you began to theorize that he truly meant it.

"Put a kid in me." It was mostly harmless, a teasing expression you didn't expect to get you anywhere.

However, your explicit words elicited a groan from his throat, his hips jerking forward. Hearing you say those words, while he was deep in the inviting warmth of your pussy- it made his cock even harder.

His head had fallen to your shoulder, gentle pants against your skin as he began to thrust into you.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Fuckin' hell. Let me give you a kid."

Your calves interlocked behind his back, arching into him to allow for better access. He had his hands on your waist, a bruising hold on you when his pace picked up. Your hand reached out, cupping the nape of his neck, wrapping the other around his shoulder in a desperate attempt to get closer, to let him into the deepest parts of you.

Your quiet moans echoed in his ear, spurring him on, pushing him closer to the edge with every roll of his hips. He could hardly focus with every breath that came out of your mouth, every whimper of his name, curse word.

He lifted his head to meet your eyes, poring himself into you with unending commitment, a promise, an oath.

Your lips absorbed his, tongues gliding together in a messy choreography. You reached a hand down to your clit, already wet with the spreading arousal from your pussy, and met his pace with harsh circles and grinds.

Your head fell back, hitting the wooden cupboards with a thud.

"Fuck, Simon," You moaned. It was loud, louder than intended, but it sent chills up your spine to hear yourself call out for him.

"Christ," He grunted, reaching out to cup your jaw in a desperate hold. "That's it, say my fuckin' name."

Your eyes shut briefly, overwhelmed by the lick of pleasure shooting up your spine, the dirty words from his mouth that made your climax inch even closer.

"Simon," Your voice was softer now, weak with the effort your mind was using to focus on your impending orgasm. Your body was rigid, tense with anticipation, and it hit you with gradual intensity.

Your lips fell apart, fingers digging into your neck, pulling him closer.

"Shit- fuck yes, baby." Your voice was low, guttural, begging and pleading for him to continue.

He choked back a groan as he felt your pussy clench around his cock, hardly able to resist the urge to cum- he wanted to watch you through it, give you his undivided attention.

You kissed him again- a thank you, haphazard and weak with your fragile state.

"Y'want my cum?" He asked, brows furrowing at he neared his orgasm. "Y'want it deep in you, love?"

You nodded, chest rising quickly against his. "Please," Was all you managed to breathe out.

"Fuck me," His eyes narrowed, an uninterrupted glare. "Take it," He said, teeth clenching.

He finished inside you, deep strokes turning to stuttering thrusts as he came down from his high. He exhaled through flared nostrils, eyes shutting momentarily as he relished in the warmth and softness of your walls, squeezing every last bit of cum from him.

"Bloody hell," He sighed, his eyes meeting yours, softening.

You blew out a breath, kissing him with a gentleness, a loving expression. He helped you from the counter, his hands on your waist as he returned your kiss with soft lips on your forehead.

"Not long in your sinful cunt."

You bit back a grin, pulling him in for a lasting kiss.

[ophelieverse]

Please make a part two of “Of monsters and flowers”I need it please 😭💚

⊱ ❀ ✿ ꕥ Of promises and thorns.

Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

Part 2 of Aegon and Tyrell reader finally!!I got a little carried away again,so i’ll probably make a part three!Thanks for requesting and i hope you like it,also sorry for the long waiting and for the grammars errors💕🫶🏻

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There is a crack,a crack in everything and that's how the light gets in.

Even if the spark must come from within him,could he save himself completely?To shine again wouldn’t he need someone?Just as he must be reborn from his own ashes,didn’t he also needed light,not to burn,but to light his way?Didn’t he needed a soft hand to open his eyes to the light?

For Aegon the light took place in his life in the form of Lady Y/n Tyrell.His mother family,the Hightowers of Oldtown,words were “We light the way”but before meeting the young,kind and sincere girl he had never knew the warmth of the sun.The kind of warmth he was used to was harsh,destructive and painful like the fire of a dragon.He grew up without some one to tell him how beautiful or how good he was,without a word of comfort to reassure him giving him his place in the sun in the world.

Nothing would have been enough to repay him for that silence.Inside he would always be a child hungry for kindness,that would always feel ugly and incompetent.But then,just like a miracle,the stormy clouds had disappeared,the grey sky turned into the clearest one he had ever seen and the warm rays of the sun were kissing his cheeks with so much affection.

In a short time,Lady Y/n had found the crack on his surface and gotten inside him.She was stuck in him.Somewhere between his stomach and ribs,he had looked at her and she had got there without asking for permission.And she would have remained there with arrogance,to fill his eyes,to eat his sleep and steal his breath,stuck in the saliva of his mouth.

She would never leave and he didn't knew the first time he had met her,as he looked at her from a distance.He didn't knew,yet he felt her under his skin,inside his bones.His mind had become a forest and she had carved her initials in every tree,never leaving all of his thoughts.

When Aegon first met Y/n he immediately thought that she wasn't even that beautiful as his mother made her sound like.Actually,when he hade caught her by the fountain in the gardens of the Red Keep,she was a walking mess.The young Lady was soaked from head to toe,her pink pastel dress was clinging on her body like a second skin and her little silver shoes were covered with mud.In her hands she was holding a little animal,a frog,that made his nose scrunch up in disgust and her hair was a disaster.She looked like a little girl who grew up,but still she was too little to play the part of being a woman.He would’ve have to marry her,as his mother and grandfather had told him,or ordered him,just the week before her arrival.

Aegon was some kind of relived,the idea of marrying his idiotic sister was worse than a nightmare but at the sight of the young Lady,he had seriously thought that the gods were laughing at him.While he had distractedly walked outside after his mother had caught him drinking in the kitchens again,he had seen her.

She was smiling at him and he was looking at her.Even with all the distance,the people rushing in and out the castle to prepare everything for the feast of the night,the noise,he had heard her looking at him,imperceptibly,in places he didn't know he had.

The prince had thought that she was too small,too young,to stand there in the middle of the gardens with the promise that one day she would’ve become his wife.That ugly dress glued to her body made her look like commoner,dry as a chapped leaf.And there was nothing to smile about,that dumb look on her face made him angrier,especially fo being caught by the prince in such conditions.

But that little girl had stuck herself inside him,with her hair dripping with water,many escaped the silver flower with which she had collected them and the naive smile,too clean,the one of those who have never been touched by the real world.

In the Reach and in all the realm she was known as “the thornless rose”,a nickname that was given to her years ago,craved on her skin,that he didn’t care about till he met her.Till the warm and peaceful and loving light touched his soul for the first time.

Aegon never thought it could happen to him,to finally feel something,that one thing that he had always dreamt of but at the same time he sounded so foolish to him.The twisted idea of love,falling in love and staying in it.How cruel and how much will it hurts to stay trapped in that fake ecstasy called love?He had witnessed it.His mother and his father were married for far too long,she didn’t loved him and he didn’t loved her,their only agreement was having children to strength the royal dynasty.Children that none of the two were capable to love.But then it was a sunny day of spring and he didn’t recognize it immediately.When he saw her he thought “Who is this idiot?And why is she smiling at me?”but in the end he fell in love.He fell in love because that's what he’s been waiting for.

Maybe he didn't even knew,but,even though at his young age,he was ready.He was just waiting for her arrival.That girl capable of wiping away all the dust he had carried on his heart,all the bitterness left by people.Lady Y/n came when he least expect her,to remind him that good things exist and that,sometimes,they can also happen to people like him.To him who have never been given anything;to him who have always had to sweat every little victory in his life,to him who has never put anyone first and who now seems so hard to believe.That day had come,by chance but he felt like he have known her forever.Like he had already seen her in his mind and dreams and everything that she had offered him looked too good to be true.

And yet that imperceptible recurrence of shivers didn’t wanted to leave his body,mind and soul.

Aegon didn’t knew exactly what drives two people to bond.Maybe the tuning,maybe the laughter,maybe the words.Probably,start sharing something more,talking a little about themselves to slowly discover what the heart hides.Learn to love each other,to accept their flaws,merits,angers and jokes.Or maybe it happens,because it had to happen.Because everyone is destined to find each other,sooner or later.

But every time that he came to like something,he wondered how long will it take for him to poison it with his darkness and how long will it for it to run away.

He always had the certainty that something was wrong with him.Like a truth that for everyone shone in the sunlight,that no one had dared to tell him but showed him every day of his life.He didn't feel the emotions he should have felt and his behavior didn't never coincided with the expectations of others.It almost seemed that his soul was anchored to the one piece that was unable to fit in with the rest of the world.

His inadequacy made him fragile.He had always thought about it and always considered it a flaw.It forced him to replicate gestures learned by heart,in the vain attempt to look normal.As if his not knowing how to adapt shouted loudly how bad he actually was.It was ironic:he felt incomplete,but the rest of the world didn’t felt the same way about being without me.

There was something wrong in him.Something that he tried to hide,drowning it in endless cup of wines,covering it up by pretending that he didn’t care,the longing expression on his face,the horrible feeling in his stomach whenever he witnessed other people being treated the way he craved too.There was definitely something wrong,or else they all wouldn’t be acting this way towards him,and he didn't understand what it was,until that day.

Spring evening,soft and balmy and beautiful.The smell of the earth rose in the stillness like a dream cloud.In the cherry blossom covered hills the air stirred,sending pink and white swirling in like in the sweetest hurricane.If Aegon looked closer he might be able to make out the dancing roots of the trees,slithering to the ground,echoing the folk song sung on the tongue of the wind.In the soft flicker of the evening light,the birds had already arrived.Hooping and flying around the branches,looking down at the soft green grass.

Under the dark branches of tall trees,framed by the idyllic landscape,surrounded by sweet and velvety fragrance of the blooming flowers,with their vibrant and meaningful colors,Aegon was laying on the soft cover on the grass.His head,crowned by beautiful long pale hair,was resting peacefully on Y/n lap,as she stroked it delicately with the tip of her fingers.

His purple eyes were open,taking in every inch of her skin,the delicate path that he wanted to trace with his fingers but only allowed his eyes to do such a thing.Sunsets in her eyes and a smile on her lips,she was the most beautiful Lady he had ever seen.

Y/n was beautiful,so beautiful that he wanted to hear her thoughts,to read all the books he talked to him about,learn about her flowers and bring them to her every day.She was so beautiful that he wanted to rub her feet before bed and rub her back,run her bubble baths and bring her a cup of wine and sit next to the tub talking to her as she soaks.She was that kind of beautiful,the kind that goes much deeper than what he could see.She was the kind of beautiful that when he see her smile,his heart wanted to pop off his chest,that kind of beautiful that he had hardly ever see.

Dancing to the melody of his heartbeat,sunsets in her eyes as she spoke to him softly,oh so softly such is the breeze«Your heart is beating so fast.»she made him notice,placing a warm,delicate hand on his chest.

His heart was,it had taken full control of his body and he loved in heartbeats.Slow and sweet,sometimes hard and reckless,and racing,other times close,maybe too close.Then again running and reaching and aching.But his heart was always there to remind him,how nothing has ever felt more right than being with her.Whether they were just sitting in silence,busy doing their own things with just the presence of the other as comfort or sharing a pure and warm moment as they talk about everything and anything.

«I get nervous around you»Aegon confessed without embarrassment,even though he was thankful that his eyes were closed in that moment to not see her reaction at his words and blushed cheeks.

Her hand was still on his chest,right above his heart,the one in his hair faltered for a second,a little laugh was heard before she spoke again«I make you nervous?Why?»Y/n murmured.

Because she was the only person he could talk with about the shade of a cloud,about the song of a thought,and about how,when he went out in the gardens to look for her today and looked at the roses and other flowers in the face,they all seemed to smile at him with all of their petals.

The pure and soft intimacy that they were sharing,that had tied them together was something completely knew to him.He never realized how big of a deal that was.How amazing was to find someone who wants to hear all about his day and all the things inside his head.Opening up and revealing his vulnerability had always been hard.As most of what he kept close to his heart is what he thought couldn’t be safe in another’s hands.It had put him at risk of being rejected,misunderstood,humiliated,judged,and left feeling deeply exposed.But then when she gently held those most intimate and hidden parts to him,and not only reassured him that they are safe,but love them and protect them as if they were her own,it enabled him to connect on a much deeper level.

«Because you are pretty.»Aegon answered,even without looking at her he could picture in his head the way her nose would scrunch up,the pink shade that would soon color her soft cheeks and down her neck along the shy little smile that she would try to hide.

«You say this because,you haven’t seen the peonies yet.»she confidently told him,like any kind of flower could surpass,in his head,the outshining beauty that she possessed.

Aegon shrugged his shoulders«Who needs flowers when i have you to look at?»he ponder out loud.

Y/n felt her cheeks becoming warm,a little giggle tickled her lips«Flowers are the real beauty of the world,even as they fade,wilt,fall.»she answered,the same tone of pure adoration when she was talking about something that she was passionate about.

«So you are suggesting that i should prefer flowers over you?»the young prince teased her,the same mischievous grin present on his pale face.

The lady legs shifted under him,his eyes were still close but he felt her move,in the most delicate way possible to not disturb him,stretching towards the grass to pick something«It is right to love flowers they have been with us from the very beginning.Many of them have beautiful histories and meanings,explaining some amazing facts of life.»she said with sincerity.

He didn’t care about this sort of things,flowers,plants,stupid animals or anything related to them.But she cared,she spoke about what made her little heart flatter with so much gentleness,with a pure look of adoration in her eyes.She cared,so he cared too.He wanted to know everything that she have to teach him,he would’ve listened to her speaking about the difference between bees and bumblebees or just sit next to her while she was creating another flower crown that she would’ve put on his head.

Aegon sit up,missing the soft contact that he had with her,and looking at Y/n holding a flower in her head«What’s the meaning of this one?»he asked.

«This a chrysanthemum.»Y/n said,feeling the green flower stem between her fingers«It means “hope for the future”.»she explained like she was a book,tracing with delicacy the petals.

Normally,other people spend their whole lives worrying about the future,making plans for the future,trying to predict the future,as if discovering what life has in store for them will help them to prepare for better or worse.What they don't realize is that the future is always changing.The future is the home to the greatest fears and wildest hopes.But one thing is for sure when it finally reveals itself,the future is never how people had imagined it.

For Aegon,his future was already planned.Since before he was born and even after,his grandfather and his mother had already known what to do with and for him.He didn’t have the luxury to decide for himself and only now he had started to think about what he really wanted.The thoughts of days full of cups of wine,servants girls and absolute laziness were soon replace with sunny evenings and smell of spring.

«Do you ever wonder about your future?»Y/n suddenly asked,her voice was a little whisper and she seemed distressed.

Aegon furrowed his eyebrows,curios about what could have made her feel like this but instead he answered her question«Sometimes»he said,clearing his throat.

«And what do you see?»Y/n said with a tiny voice and blushed cheeks.

Aegon pretended to think about it«You and me.»he continued.

«You seem very sure of this.»she murmured,he could sensed that something was troubling her.

«Of course I’am,we’ll be together.»Aegon said immediately.

«But if something was to happen,will you remember me?»she hopefully asked.

He smiled,trying to not scare her and to put her mind at ease«Nothing will happen.»

«But will you remember me?»she sounded persistent,a pout on her little lips.

«I will always remember you,how can i not?»he laughed a bit.

Y/n had a small smile on her lips,she was forcing it because she seemed nervous,unsure as she held the chrysanthemum towards him«Will you promise me?»she asked,eyes gleaming under the sunlight.

His fingers brushed hers,both of them holding together the stem«I promise you that,no matter what,we will always be together and that i will remember that you existed.»he was sincere with his words and maybe that’s what she needed to her to ease herself«Will you remember me?»he said then.

Y/n smiled so bright«I will remember you,and your kind eyes,as someone who always tried to be good.»making his chest burn.

«Nothing will happen to you.»he reassured her,no one would’ve taken her away from him now that he had her.

Then something was happening,he felt it in his bones and in his racing heart that was hammering in his chest,his purple eyes ready to pop out his skull.

The sun disappeared,everything around them was dark,cold and empty.Aegon looked around confused,fear grown in his body when the flower they were holding in their hands was caught on fire.Golden flames erupted from the elegant petals,running up the young Lady arm and taking place on her beautiful and unfazed young face.

«Then why did you let him do this to me?»Y/n cried,her voice sounded strained,ugly sobs coming out from her lips,hot tears of the same color of blood stained her cheeks.

He wanted to scream,his eyes widened at the sight,he didn’t felt the warmth but only a black hole opening in his chest ready to swallow him hole«I’m sorry!»he whispered,his voice didn’t wanted to come out and his hands were stuck on the stem.

«Why Aegon?»she screamed at him,the flames danced around her skin without harming it,but he could feel the pain in her voice«Why would you let him hurt me?»the blood was pouring from her eyes,falling from her cheeks till her hands and touching his too.

He had blood on his hands and what had happened that day was all his fault.

Aegon body jolted awake,the emptiness that took his breath away always came at night.When he fell asleep he always saw her face,what he lost that day in her cannot be replaced.

Sometimes he dreams.He creates a dream around her.He creates things that he´ll never admit and he whispers them quietly.He whispers them so they’re not quite real,he whispers them so they’re easy to deny.He whispers his dreams,his love that screams in his heart.

Other times,his mind has the urgent need to kill her.To replay in his head the imagines of the day he last saw her.He had often imagined himself covered with golden scales,horns on his head and fire coming out his mouth.He is confused,he feels his brain pulsating against the bones of his skull and feels that thirst,that need to feed on her.In his mind his eyes are bloodshot,he has lost his human part and chases that animal one,the sadistic one.He waits for the arrival of the meat to be lavoured,devoured.

Aegon woke up late in the morning,when the air was warmer,the sun was up in the blue sky and every living creature in the capital was wandering around the day.His body has jolted up from his bed,the soft mattress was drenched in sweat and so was his immaculate,pale skin.His chest was bare,toned from all the hours spent training with his brothers,raising up and down furiously.His mouth was open,rosy lips trembling as he was hungry for air,breathing hard and choking on his own spit.

He was used to this feeling,the panic in his lungs,the sound of his frenetic heartbeat ringing in his ears.When he wakes up from his nightmares,when her imagine start to fade and he almost forgot how she sound like,he needs some times to understand where he is.Then he does,his widened purple eyes stars to make up the outline of his room as he tries to calm himself down.

«Why i must have dreams that makes me unable to function?»he murmured to himself,drying the tears in the corner of his eyes.

«Aegon?Are you alright?»the sound of the voice that belonged to a young girl made him jump again,almost falling off his bed as a white sheet was covering him from the waist down.

Next to him,laying on the soft mattress,a girl who only seemed a few years younger than him,was woke up by his continue tossing around in his sleep.She looked just like a porcelain doll:the small and round face,the rosy cheeks,the upturned nose,the pale and delicate skin around the large blue eyes,the thin lips of the same color of the summer cherries,all framed by a long cascade of golden curls that fell softly on her shoulders.

Cressida Lannister,only child of Lord Tyland Lannister,Master of ships for the King Small Council,was naked.She was laying on her side,concern was painted all over her beautiful face,her pale breast was on display,turgid nipples from the breeze coming in from the window.

Letting out the breath he was holding in,Aegon closed his eyes for a brief moment.His head was pulsing,on the table next to his bed,a empty and long forgotten pitcher of wine.His nightmares came more often,to hunt him in his sleep,when he drinks but if he doesn’t drink the nightmares still exists outside of his head.

It had been nine long,lonely and painful years from that night in the Dragonpit.Since he had almost lost her,since he realized what pain really felt like,since the accident that none dared to talk about.But Aegon knew from the way everybody still looked at him,whenever someone mentioned her family,or one of his siblings decided to fly on their dragons.It may happened years ago,but the imagine of flames that took away her gentle features and the sounds of her screams was something he could never forget.

Her presence was still there,he could feel her passing through his days and coming to him at night,right before he fell asleep.He could still see her in flowers he started to tend in gardens,place he had spent all of this year in,he could easily find her in the books he read or in the warm sun the woke him up every morning.But a ghost can be a lot of things.A memory, a daydream,a secret.Grief,anger,guilt.The line between grief and guilt is a thin one,sometimes,Aegon thought,that death was preferable to the agony of living.

The gut wrenching feeling in his stomach,when he knew he had fucked something up so she had left but he couldn’t even blame anyone but himself because he was the problem.For one blazing moment,there was no dragon,there was no Lady Tyrell,there was only him.Only Aegon,there was all him,he had the idea of bringing her in the Dragonpit that night,he didn’t stopped his dragon for getting mad,he was responsible for what had happened to her,he did it.

Aegon ignored her question,rubbing his tired face and his burning eyes«Why are you still here?»his voice was guttural«I thought i made it clear that,when we finish,you can’t sleep in my bed.»he continued,suppressing a yawn.

He had grown up in this years,his long pale hair were short to his shoulder,his thin and puny body was toned,his shoulders broader and his arms and legs strong.One look at that beautiful purple eyes and those silver locks,the beauty that he had inherited from his ancestors of Old Valyria,and it didn’t took long before young ladies started to fall at his feet.It’s not every day that someone get the chance to ride a dragon and Cressida Lannister took hers immediately.

Aegon had started to sleep with her,to have his mind busy and to distract himself,over an year ago.She was indeed beautiful,elegant and educated but also spoiled and a talked too much for his liking.But she was the closest thing he had to shut all the voices in his mind,especially when he was too lazy to sneak out the castle to go in some brothel.

The young Lady rolled her eyes,a scowl painted the beautiful features on her face«You are always so bitter when you dream of that girl.»she whispered before getting up from his bed.

Aegon watched her with the corner of his eyes,she didn’t stopped to grab her peach colored dress that was still on the floor,instead she walked towards the open window.For him,his pain and his dreams were something private.Something that only him could understand and he didn’t wanted to share it with the people around him.Many nights he had woken up all sweaty,the horrors that he saw in his head still glued on his eyes,and,all alone,he had put himself to sleep again.

But there were also times when Cressida was too tired or too stubborn to leave him alone like he requested and she wasn’t new to see him toss around in his bed,to hear the chocking sobs coming from his mouth.It didn’t took long to her to realize who was the person that hunted him at night,that had him taking care of the gardens during the day and especially that made him not fall in love with her instead.

«That’s why i don’t want you here in the morning.»he said,clearly already annoyed before the day could even start.

She stayed quiet for a moment,then«You said her name again.»Cressida made him notice,ignoring his rude tone,and taking a deep breathe of fresh air.

The words escaped from his mouth,like a prayer that begged to be heard«Y/n»he had murmured immediately,passing his fingers on his lips.

Aegon didn’t heard that named in years,every one made the effort to not pronunce it whenever he was in the room.«Y/n»he repeated again,like a song he knew by heart,tasting every letter on his tongue like the most delicious fruit.

Has any name ever been so beautiful?Has any name ever made him feel like this at the mere thought?He kept that name,like the memories he has of her,close to his heart,only whispering it at night when he was alone in the dark.

Even when Aegon was with Cressida,he was alone with in his thoughts.And as the result of missing Y/n,his mind wanders,and all he wanted was to have her straddling his lap,her lips on his,first slow,sweet,soft;then harder,and fiery and so urgent that they can’t catch their breath.He wanted to feel her arms around him,and her lips on his neck.He want to feel her hands in his hair,holding his face,exploring along his body.He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin against his.He wanted to be as close to Y/n as possible.

But then he opened his eyes,just to see another girl underneath him.At least,a mere comfort for his heart,was to know that his Y/n was still alive.She still exists,at the same time as he was existing,even if she was far away from him the thought the she was still breathing,that she could still feel the sun on her skin and talk to her flowers,was so calming and beautiful and it made him feel safer.

«Oh,would you look at that?»Cressida said when the young prince remained silent«Seems like the Spring had came back again after all.»with her hand she was caressing the little ceramic vase on the window,where beautiful chrysanthemums had just bloomed.

Aegon felt the air stopping in his lungs«What?»he asked,getting up from the bed and holding the white sheet to his waist,he walked where the naked girl was«It’s spring?»he breathed out.

After a long summer and a long winter that lasted for the past nine years,spring had came back,insisting with its green hair and delicate songs chirped by the birds outside.The days distended as winter,cold,grays and empty had soon melted into spring,warmer and swelled.From his window he could see the sweet grass that perfumed the yard and petals that blanketed the pathway.Down in the gardens the white lilacs,the daises and the honeysuckles that he had taken care of bloomed and bees hummed near the fountain.

Cressida nodded,a big smile on her lips«My father’s tailors had sewed me the most beautiful dress i’ve ever seen,for the great feast of tomorrow evening.»she said dreamily.

It takes him days to recovers from dreams with her in it and in that moment he couldn’t come to understand what was happening.Aegon wasn’t stupid,he had spent hours studying along side his younger brother and their Septon,he knew that with every spring the Tyrell family would’ve come to the royal court and for two weeks the people in the realm would celebrate.He had already lived one of those parties but,for some strange reason,the idea took him by surprise.

«What did you said?»the prince asked confused.

Cressida placed a warm hand on his chest,tracing the pale skin«It’s a really pretty dress.All red with golden-»she started with a mischievous expression.

Aegon swatted her hand away,interrupting her«Not that.»he immediately said«There will be a feast tomorrow?»he asked again.

The young Lady huffed,taking a step back and frustrated with his moody behavior«Of course,isn’t this how it works since your ancestors had given the Reach to the Tyrells?»her question sounded rhetorical.

Yes,since Aegon the Conqueror had made the Tyrell family the protectors of the Reach,the honorable and rich House had came to court to celebrate the beginning of the beautiful season as a symbol of gratitude towards the House of the dragon.

Aegon had been so busy with tending the gardens and in his own thoughts,that he didn’t witnessed all the people rushing by him to get everything ready for tomorrow.

A loud knock at his door startled him«Come in.»he ordered,probably thinking it would be one of his servants that came to check on him and help him get him ready for the day.

Cressida squeaked like a little mouse when she heard the sound of the doorknob«I’m naked!»she hissed at the young prince,before crouching down to pick up her dress quickly to cover her chest and bare legs.

«No one cares.»Aegon answered,yawing.It wasn’t a secret for anyone at this point what was happening between the two and the young prince didn’t made any effort to hide it.

Ser Criston entered the prince chambers,his armor shone under the morning light and his white cloak fell perfectly from his shoulders«Aegon.»he greeted him,with the same kind of intimacy that there was between a father and a son«Lady Cressida.»he politely bowed his head,without looking at her nude figure.

«Ser Criston.»the prince said,passing a hand through his short chopped hair«To what do i own the pleasure?»he asked trying to hold in another yawn,he didn’t slept at all that night and he could already feel the dark bags under his eyes.

The knight stood still,with his hands behind his back«The Queen had requested your presence in her chambers.»he informed the prince,then he turned to the young lady that,red from embarrassment,avoided his dark eyes«Your father is waiting for you as well,my Lady.»he continued,clearing his throat.

«Thank you,Ser Criston.»Cressida murmured.

«This early?»Aegon asked confused,turning slightly to the girl next to him.

«It’s past midday,my prince.»Ser Criston made him notice.

Aegon was ready,all dressed up from head to toe in short time.The dark emerald green of his clothes was shining under the light that came in from the windows in the castle halls,his short silver hair were brushed enough to made them look as if he had a good night of sleep.

His face however,that beautiful,pale and arrogant face of his didn’t even try to hide the annoyed and sleepy expression he was wearing.The prince didn’t wanted to talk with his mother,to feel on him her piercing gaze or to hear any of her words.It was already a hard day,first he didn’t slept at all,instead vivid memories clouded his mind and tormented his heart,then,like some kind of jest,the spring had came back when he had lost all the hopes.But the idea,just the brief though,that the gods could’ve been merciful this time and grant him the wish to see his Y/n again for the occasion,had his hands sweaty.

He didn’t know how and what to feel,his emotions were messy,too much,too little,too loud.He couldn’t organize them inside his head,the horrible aching feeling of guilt that kept him up at night was fighting with the pure desire to be next to her as soon as possible.But then again,would he be able to forgive himself for what he had done to her?Did she hated him?How could he survive if she did it?

Aegon was walking towards his mother chambers when,in the empty halls,he heard two girls talking,or better,whispering to each other.They seemed young,maybe a few years younger than him,wearing a long bordeaux dresses under a dirty white vest,he had seen the two of them often in his sister presence.

«Have you heard?»the taller one whispered to the other«They said that her skin is so damaged that looks like boiled oats.»she sounded horrified,pure disgust painted on her face.

The other one gasped«That poor girl!I don’t know what i would do if my face was reduced to look like porridge.»she cried holding in her hands a vase with fresh flowers in it and almost dropping it on the stone floor.

The taller servant nodded frenetically,agreeing with her friend«I saw her in the gardens this morning,right by the fountain and she is wearing-»her next words remain stuck in her mouth as her eyes widened.

Aegon heart was beating so loudly in his chest that he couldn’t almost hear himself talk«Do I need to remained you that you should be working and not gossiping about people that are not here to defend themselves?»the authority in his voice made the two servants shiver as they quickly bowed their head down and planted their eyes on the floor.

«We-we apologize,my prince!We didn’t mean-»one of them stuttered.

«Another word and i will have your tongues.»his voice cold and steady«Now,go back to work.»he dismissed them.

As the two immediately returned to their chores,the prince started to walk in the opposite direction.Aegon had lived that moment inside his head million of times,every night and every morning after he woke up,he would stare at the gardens by his windows,playing in his mind the exact moment when he would see Y/n again.

He imagined different scenarios,any kind of dialogue,every move,with the sun and under the rain,but nothing could’ve prepared him for the real event.It wasn’t fair how his memories were too honest and how the girl that he had lost still existed in his mind as how he last saw her.Hearing the two servants talk crushed his heart under the weight of the brutal reality,Y/n in his mind was still the young pretty Lady with the most brightest smiled he had ever seen,but now,after what happen years ago,she was completely different and he couldn’t even imagine how much it did hurt her.

Perhaps he couldn’t go back in time,he couldn’t fix what he had done but maybe he could try to make it better,less painful for the both of them as he stood there,planted on his feet,the air chocking in his lungs and his vision blurred by tears.

Spring was all over the place,the warm air was full of the sweet and velvety perfume,curtains and fountains of flowers framed the idyllic landscape.The soft and fresh green grass was full of daffodils and snowdrops and lilies and daisies that had worked their way out of the dark.But they weren’t the only,the most beautiful and delicate flower that had bloomed in his garden was Lady Y/n.

She was there,finally after nine years,she was alive before his eyes and he had remembered her so dearly.She was still sitting by the fountain,a light lilac dress was wrapped around her angelic figure,she had grown up in these years and she looked more like a woman than a little girl.She was taller,her breast was well defined just like her waist and her hair her curled down her back.

Aegon had dreamed of this moment but perhaps it was just another of his nightmares.Her face was hidden,a dark purple veil covered her features from under her eyes till the base of her neck,a melancholic but at the same time beautiful way,to try to cancel what had happened to her.

In a second it all came back,the days spent together laughing or laying under the sun,the smiles,but also the screams,the burning fire,the moment he almost lost her forever.He wanted to turn back on his steps,to flee the place and never go back,but then she turned her head and he felt the weight of her gaze on him.Her eyes,beautiful and sweet,were still her eyes and she was still looking at him,like there was something worth it in him,the same way that she did when they had first met.

«Y/n.»he murmured,the words escaped his mouth as if they wanted to run to her,he didn’t notice that he started to walk towards her like some kind of magic was pulling him.

Y/n stayed quiet for a few moments,now she seemed nervous.She had got up and he didn’t knew if he hated the fact that couldn’t see her expression or to be thankful to not witness the mistakes he had made in the past.

«My prince.»she spoke politely and he could still see the movements of her lips under the dark veil,even her voice sounded the same,just a little bit slower.

Aegon didn’t knew what to say,how to act even how to move in the place they had created around each other.He felt like a little kid again,seeing her like this,real and alive made his hearts start again,feel the earth speed under his feet and thinking that he could died but then she spoke to him and brought him back to life.

In that awkward moment of silence,where they were just looking at each other,he cleared his throat«Do you like the flowers?»he asked and he felt stupid,he already knew the answer but his brain wasn’t thinking straight in the moment.

She nodded,her eyes gleamed under the sun«The roses are very beautiful.»she noticed,moving towards one of the bushes.

He followed her immediately,almost stumbling on his feet but giving her enough space in case she didn’t wanted him to be too close«They had a little trouble to bloom»he explained«this hibiscus was trying to suffocate them and take all the space.»he tried to sound as calm as he could while he spoke,showing her the other green plant where colorful flowers smiled at them.

«Still they bloomed,»Y/n said with a soft tone«no matter under what circumstances,if it’s meant to be is meant to be.»then she picked one in her hands,tracing the red petals with her fingers.

«Yes.»Aegon said,his hands were itching to touch hers and he wished to be in the place of the flower who was getting all her attention«Nature always find a way.»he continued.

And maybe that could be applied for people too,he thought.Maybe they were actually gravitating around one another,maybe it’s was because of their connection,their history,their understanding and intimacy.Maybe they were also meant to be,no matter what had happened.

Now that he had Y/n here,close to him,breathing his same air and complimenting his flowers,he would’ve done everything to adjust what he had done wrong.When something breaks,if the pieces are large enough,it can be fixed.Unfortunately sometimes things doesn’t break,they shatter.But if the light comes in,the shattered glass start to glitter.And in that moment,the pieces of what they once were catch the sun, he remembered just how beautiful it was and how beautiful it will always be.

«Have you seen the peonies yet?»Aegon asked a moment later,leading her through the green and floral paradise.

«Yes,»she answered kindly«but i would like if you’d shown them to me.»she was walking close to him,their arms brushing against each other.

Red peonies symbolise love,passion,honor and respect,all the things that he felt for her and grew along the flowers«Do you like them?»he sounded unsure,but he really hoped that she did.

«I prefer the white tulips»Y/n answered,turning her head towards him«But this peonies are very beautiful.»and he could feel her smile through the words.

The prince swallowed,the white tulip meaning was “forgiveness”.Was she really trying to tell him that she was forgiving him?

«I can have a bouquet done for you in a-»he was speaking was fast,that she had to place a hand on his chest to stop his rambling.

«Aegon.»Y/n called for him,using his name for the first time«It’s alright,i don’t need that but thank you.»she calmed him down.

Aegon placed his hand over her,letting himself savor that kind contact that he had missed and when she did flinched or said anything,he let out a sigh of relief«Can i show you something else?The violets grew-»

Y/n shook her head,her eyes were lost in his and in the way his thumb was caressing the back of her hand«Let’s talk about something else besides stupid and boring flowers.»she tried to jest with a little giggle.

«Flowers are not stupid.»he said immediately,pretending to be offended.

«Boring and stupid.»she corrected him.

Now they were walking again and it seemed that nothing had changed between them.From the outside,if someone took a closer look,they were still the little kids that used to sit there without any care in the world,with only they growing love to shield them from the reality around them.For a moment everything was right where it was supposed to be,they were talking to each other,laughing at stupid jokes and nothing was wrong was happening.

«Do you remember the fairytale you narrated to me,in this very spot,when we were little kids?»Aegon asked a moment later,it was the first time that he was bringing up the past and he hoped that this topic wouldn’t be to heavy for her.

Y/n eyes seemed confused,she was still playing with the flower in her hands«I’ve narrated you many tales,you need me more specific.»the sound of her light giggling was muffled by the veil but he had heard it right and clear.

The prince smiled,for the first time in a while«It was a tale about a little man,who lived isolated from the rest of the world in his big garden.But people used to go at his door for his roses.»he tried to explain,remembering her words as they walked in the nature.

«It wasn’t for the roses»she corrected him«it was for the thorns.»a small smile stretched her lips under the veil.

In the Reach they had many stories.Whispered tales,good night fairy tales,legends narrated on the tip of lips,at the light of a candle.The best known was the one about the “Thornmaker”.It narrated of a distant,remote place...A world where no one was able to feel anything,and people lived on empty souls,bare of emotions.But hidden from everyone,in the immense solitude of his garden,there was a little man dressed in shadows.A lonely,pale and curved craftsman,who from his beautiful roses was able to make crystal thorns.

People went to him,asking to be able to smile,to laugh,to cry,to be able to feel a shred of feeling - because in them hides love and the most compassionate of goodbyes.They are the most intimate extension of the soul,what,more than joy or happiness,makes you feel truly human.

And the craftsman satisfied them,creating for each one of them a single thorn that was able to make them feel what their hearts truly wanted:love,joy,happiness,all by the sting of a thorn.But then people started to become greedy,wanting to feel more and soon the pure and soft emotions were replaced by anger,despair,pain and anguish.They were lacerating passions,disillusions and tears,tears,tears - the craftsman infected a pure world,tinged it with the most intimate and usary feelings.

Mothers,Septas and nannies used to whisper this tales to children before putting them to bed,to teach them that every child can be good;that they must be good,because no one is born bad.It is not in their nature.And to never let themselves be too greedy,to never want what they couldn’t have.

«The Thornmaker.»Aegon remembered now,nodding his head.

Y/n hummed«You were scared of him»she suddenly said,her chest was moving up and down to suppress a laugh at the memory«The day that i told you about him,we had spent the same night awake in the kitchens because you were afraid to go to sleep.»she teased him,her eyes were still soft though.

Aegon stopped walking,they both stood there looking at each other and said nothing.That kind of nothing that meant everything at the same time.

«I wasn’t scared of him.»he corrected her«I was scarred of you.»he breathed out,feeling vulnerable under the light.

«Me?»Y/n asked surprised,her eyes widened and instinctively she brought the rose in her hand close to her chest.

«Yes,you were terrifying for me.»his chest was heavy and he was chewing on his bottom lip,trying to explain what he had kept hidden all this years.

«I didn’t know that-»she stuttered,feeling vulnerable too.

Sensing the panic that was blooming in her,Aegon reassured her immediately«Not in a bad way.You know that warm feeling you get when the sun is shining on your skin for a bit?»he asked.

Carefully he let his hand reach for hers,he had to hold himself to not combust when the soft texture of her skin touched the rogue one his.It was still her hands,even after all this years,her skin was delicate,warm as it caressed his.And when she nodded,he kept talking and holding her hand.

«That’s how I feel when I’m with you.The sweet way you look at me,as if I was the only person in the world and you are right at home with me,it's special and it scared me.»Aegon throat was burning,his lips were trembling with each word he spoke and she listened carefully to all of them.

She had planted in him a thorn,right in the palm of his hand,right in the gardens like she was his own special Thornmaker,making him feel that he never knew could feel before and it scared him.It was a beautiful kind of fear in the beginning but then he became greedy to feel more and it ruined everything for them.

«But then»he continued«I dream every night that you look at me without recognizing me.»they had promised to each other,so many moons ago,that not matter what,they will always have a memory of what they were once.

Y/n eyes were shining,crystal tears were threatening to slide down her covered face and wet her dark veil.Even if he couldn’t see it,her lips parted but no word could made it out if not a brief choked breath.

«Please tell me that i’m not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.»he had no right to look this heartbreakingly beautiful as he pleaded to her and surely he had no right to ask her something like this,no after what he did.

«I thought of you everyday.»Y/n whispered,so sincerely that made his heart burst.

«You did?»he had to make sure.

She nodded«How could i not?The handsome prince that promised me that we would’ve been together forever.Is not something easy to forget.»she was trying so hard to not cry in front of him.

«And we will.»Aegon immediately said«Everything will be better from now on.»he was holding onto that promise.

«Aegon-»she shook her,she seemed distressed.

«What’s troubling you?»he asked softly,still caressing her hand.

Y/n took a step back«I can’t go back to myself.»and then,with the next words,it made it shatter on the ground«Not after-»she stopped herself,breathing heavily at the memory.

Suddenly the garden became to big and she was nine years away.Y/n let go his hand and the rose she was holding in the other fell silently on the ground,alongside the pieces of their hearts.

«Y/n.»»he whispered,he was really crying now and his chest was hurting with every breath he took in.«I desperately wish that things could just go back to the way they were before,trust me.»he sincerely revealed.

«Aegon,there are things that you don’t know about and that are much bigger than both of us.»she tried to make him understand.

«Then explain them to me.»he pleaded,trying to reach for her hand again«What’s wrong?If you tell me,I’ll fix it for you»he asked again.

She was scared of something,he could feel it just by looking at her,and she was trying to hide it as if she could protect for what the future was planning for them.But he wouldn’t let her to be alone in her pain,if it was too heavy he would’ve help her carry it.

The Lady shook her head,tears were hiding in the corner of her eyes«I’m sorry.»was all that she said before leaving him alone once again.

Aegon didn’t knew how he survived till the dinner that his grandfather had informed him that would’ve been hosted that late evening.He didn’t knew how he had walked inside the castle again,right in chambers and never leaving the bed till his mother had came to talk to him like they were supposed to do in the morning.

She,his beautiful Y/n,hated him and she had every right to do so.He had ruined everything,not only her delicate and young face,but what they had created between them.There was no turning back and it was all his fault.How dangerous and self destructive was for him to let her place her thorn in him,to let her be the only light to touch his soul and his heart.Now he was doomed,alone in his darkness as he selfishly thought that she could’ve forgiven him.

When the clear azure sky was painted in dark blue and the pale moonbeams replaced the warm rays of the sun,his entire family was reunited for dinner.Aegon didn’t heard a word of what his mother had said to him in his room that early evening,that’s why he looked surprised to see Cressida and her father,Tyland Lannister,sitting next his brother and sister but most importantly he was surprised to see his youngest brother,Daeron next were his Y/n was sitting quietly.

«Finally.»his mother came in the view,with her hands she was trying to adjust his messy short hair«Take a seat and be good,your father will be here soon.»she informed him.

Aegon nodded distractedly«Pretty dress.»he had murmured walking to where Cressida was sitting.

But his eyes were on Y/n.He noticed her first when he entered the room,she was sitting in the corner and she was wearing a light green dress that fitted her perfectly.Her long hair were braided on her head and a dark green veil was covering her face as usual.She was breathtaking as she stood there silently,while her mother,such a vile and loud woman who didn’t spare him a kind look or any words,was talking to her.

«Brother.»then Daeron had greeted him with a bright smile,opening his arms as he walked towards him.

The room was illuminated by the soft light of candles,the air smelled of wine and fresh flowers,the noisy of people taking to each other and of the servants that were walking in and out fell to deaf ears.

«Daeron?»Aegon was indeed happy to see him,it had been years since he was sent to Oldtown to their uncle.

Daeron was taller now,his muscular frame more defined for his seventeen years of age,but the pure smile on his handsome face and his bright and kind purple eyes,were still the same as the young little boy that used to follow his older brothers everywhere.

«It’s good to see you.»his younger brother said,he seemed nervous though as if he knew something.

Aegon forced a smile on his face«It’s good to see you too.But why are you here?»he asked,confusion all over his face.

Daeron cleared his throat,looking around the room for a moment«Didn’t you spoke with our mother?»he said quietly.

Why was everyone still holding on this?First Ser Criston,then his grandfather,now him.He didn’t wanted to talk with his mother he wanted to talk with Y/n.He wanted to be alone in the room with her,not surrounded by all this people that were accusing him with their eyes.

«Of course.»Aegon lied,his mother came to talk to him but he didn’t listened to her.

Daeron seemed relieved«Good,i hope that everything can still remain fine between us.»he said then,making his brother look even more confused.

Before Aegon could said something,asking what was going on,his father made his entrance.The king health was not the best,after nine years his infection grew drastically and now he looked like the empty shell of the man he used to be.His father had lost almost all of his hair,some of his teeth and his left hand but he could still walk on his own.

The young prince took place in between his younger brother Aemond that gave him a quick glance,as if he knew what was going to happen,and Lady Cressida that smiled immediately at him,she seemed very happy.

On the other side of the table,right in front of him,Y/n was avoiding his heavy gaze keeping her head slightly turned to where Daeron was sitting next to her.He was speaking to her,whispering something in her ear like he was used to do such a intimate gesture for all his life,and she was nodding at every word.

That,that kind of closeness,that understanding and that way to speak to each other made him want to rip his eyes out.But most importantly made him finally realize what was going on.It made him realize why his mother insisted to speak with him,why Cressida was holding his arm and smiled so much,why Daeron was suddenly back and why he was so close to Y/n.

Aegon felt like he was going to faint,his eyes were shining under the light of candles,his heart was beating so fast that he almost couldn’t understand the words coming out his father mouth.

«Cheers for spring,for life and for a growing soul.»the King spoke,sitting at the center of the long table and holding up his cup.

«Aye!»Aegon heard the people in the room,watching them raise their cups in the air.

But he didn’t,he remained quiet and didn’t moved,his Y/n stood still and silent.

«But also for the growing of our families.»his father continued,his mother face was gleaming and his grandfather was clapping his hands«Our three houses will be united together as one.»his voice sounded tired and what he was saying didn’t seemed to be his idea.

Aegon felt Cressida excited thrill,but his eyes were setting on the figure in front of him.Y/n was looking at him now,her eyes,once bright with light,looked empty as he watched him.Little tears growing with every minute that the king took before delivery the news that would’ve pulled them apart even more.

«My first born son,prince Aegon,will marry Lady Cressida by the end of the spring.»his father announced.

It was like being trapped in his mind all over again,but this night he couldn’t wake up because the wasn’t dreaming.The nightmare was right outside his head,under the form of a young Lady of the House Lannister that was gripping his arm and was so happy to become his wife.

«What?»he let out,turning towards his mother.

«Aegon.»this one silenced him with a stern look and a fake smile on her face.

The prince turned to look in front of him«Y/n?»he whispered,did she knew about this?Was she alright about what it was happening?

The young Lady blinked her eyes for e few times,like she was trying to resist the urge to cry«I’m sorry.»she was saying,just like she did earlier in the gardens.

But what really broke his calm and composed demeanor were the next words«My youngest son,prince Daeron,will marry Lady Y/n once the summer will arrive.»and with that everything was gone.

The room fell away,all that he could see was red.He have done bad things.He couldn’t take them back,and they were part of who he was.Most of the time,they seem like the only thing he was.But who was the real him?The person who did something awful or the one horrified but the awful thing he did?Would one part of him be allowed to forgive the other?

It didn’t mattered in the moment,a blinding rage of jealousy was leading him,pulsing in his veins and pumping in his heart.He was envying his brother,for receiving something he had been praying for all his life only when he believed that it was the last piece of it. For his brother,the one with a beautiful patience,it's a moment of celebration.

«I will make you a happy wife.»Daeron told Y/n with a kind smile.

But for Aegon,it was like he was saying:«Look, it's obtainable.I am on the right path living for the right dream.Your dream.»

Everything was blurred after that,Aegon couldn’t remember what had happen precisely.Only that everyone were screaming,that Aemond and some of the guards had to drag him away,that his mother was crying and that Daeron face was a bloody mess under his heavy knuckles.

But most importantly that his Y/n was looking at him,the same way that she did when he had last saw her.And right now he felt like he had lost her all over again.

[fawnandshadows]

Christmas Tree Farm

Word Count: 2k

AO3

Warnings: Language

Pairings: three brothers x three sisters, Elriel centric

MERRY, MERRY, MERYY Christmas to my beloved @nikethestatue . Thank you so much for your friendship this past year, and I hope you enjoy you gift 🥹🫶🏻

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Elain asked, her nose scrunched as she looked at the three men tying a tree to the top of Azriel’s truck.

“No,” Nesta answered for them, in a voice as cold as the early December air. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her puffy coat, and Elain could see her sister shivering beneath the layers she piled on. “They don’t.”

“Nessy, baby,” Cassian said in a strained voice, his neck crooked as he tried to avoid a spindly branch as he fastened a knot. “You know your attitude gives me a hard on, but I can’t flirt right now.”

They collectively gagged, all five of them who weren’t named Nesta. She simply smiled while the rest of them tried to ignore all mentions of Cassian’s penis.

“Weird you get turned on by the Loch Ness Monster.” Rhys said from the opposite side of the truck, and from the way the tree jostled Elain could tell he was trying to tighten his side of the chords.

Elain could feel Nesta’s self-control slowly snapping like a rope being pulled in two directions until nothing but a small thread existed. She scrambled for a way to break the tension, knowing the animosity between her sister and Rhysand had been growing this holiday season.

Ever since Rhys proposed to Feyre, their youngest sister. Elain was happy when Feyre showed her the dazzling sapphire on her finger, but Nesta was furious. She started lecturing Feyre on how they had only been dating a year and that at 20 there was still so much left for her to experience. Elain winced when Nesta mentioned she couldn’t even drink at her bachelorette party.

Nesta and Rhys had never gotten along, but the more Feyre created her own life with Rhysand, the more desperately Nesta tried to hang on to her sister. Afraid she was creating a life without her. And Rhys…as much as Elain loved him…was an ass to Nesta — he knew exactly what words to say to push her over the edge, but Cassian was always there to comfort her. Nesta never ceased to remind him that he was five years older than Feyre, and Rhys always reminded her that she needed Feyre more than Feyre needed her.

Elain opened her mouth to ask if they needed any help, but the sound of snow crunching under boots and Feyre’s sweet voice saved her from salvaging the situation.

“How’s it going?” Feyre asked, carrying a red plastic tray with styrofoam to-go mugs of steaming cider balancing on it.

Rhysand immediately let go of his side of the chord, slackening the rope and inadvertently causing Cassian to stumble, and he rushed to his fiancé’s side to take the tray from her hands.

“I got it, love.” Rhys said as he leaned down to kiss Feyre, whose cheeks were red from more than just the cold.

“Thank you,” Feyre said, taking one of the cups off of the tray and bringing it to her lips. Her golden brown hair long and straight underneath her purple beanie. She gazed up at her fiancé with so much love Elain felt like she should be looking away, the same type of feeling you get when you look at the sun for too long. “I thought this would warm us up.”

Elain reached for one, sending her sister a thankful smile and hugging the styrofoam cup between her mittened hands. She blew gently over the opening, her lips puckered as her eyes drifted to the tall man that walked up behind her.

Azriel leaned forward to grasp one of the ciders, leaning much too close to Elain. His scent of cedar completely enveloping her and causing her mind to muddle. Which wasn’t how she should be feeling, especially considering she had a boyfriend who already was probably already freaking out because she wasn’t answering his texts. The spotty service at the Christmas Tree Farm refused to push her texts through, but had no trouble accepting them.

Graysen was already worried about her and Azriel living together…and Elain only partly understood it. Azriel was absurdly beautiful, and to say otherwise would be a lie. But it wasn’t as if they lived alone together, her sisters and his brothers lived with them. All six of them living together in Rhysands townhouse in the center of the city. Graysen had been hounding her to move in with him, but Elain wasn’t ready to leave her family just yet. She just wished Graysen would believe her, but he was constantly plaguing her with texts:

Is Azriel with you?

Are you home?

Send pics.

Elain made the mistake of sending him a pic of family game night, scrabble tiles splayed on the table and half full glasses of wine. Feyre, drowning in one of her fiancé’s cream sweaters, was smiling brightly since Rhysand had his arm slung over her shoulder with his cheek pressed into hers. Nesta was hiding a smile and fake glaring at Cassian, who held a strand of her hair smushed between his upper lip and nose like a mustache. And Azriel was smiling politely at the camera, one hand placed on Elain’s thigh, and Elain had her head tilted close to his just to make sure everyone could fit into the frame. She had forgotten that she was in Azriel’s Steelers sweatshirt, not thinking twice about the way Azriel was touching her.

Elain, apparently, looked too happy in the picture.

Graysen didn’t even respond. He simply drove to her house and banged on the door — it all happened so fast that Elain could barely remember what he said. She just remembered grabbing his arm and pleading with him to stop yelling at Azriel. The only word that Elain heard him say clearly was slut which caused Azriel to slug Graysen in the jaw. Cassian rushed to hold his brother back, though Elain could tell he wanted nothing more than to lay in on Graysen himself, and it was only Elain’s tear-stained face that stopped him.

Ever since then Graysen dropped in periodically, but he would be met with nothing but glares from her family and Elain’s tentative smile. Nothing explosive has happened since that one night, but Elain was always careful not to set him off.

Her phone pinged, drawing her out of her memories, and Elain looked to see a message from:

??????

She tried to respond, but the green text bubble just mocked her. With a sigh she shoved the phone back in her pocket and adjusted her mittens.

“Everything ok?” Azriel asked with a pulled brow, standing close enough to her that the others couldn’t hear.

The cold had turned his cheeks red with a flush, and his leather jacket was zipped all the way up with his cobalt scarf tucked into it. The scarf Elain had knitted for him last year — she made one for everyone in her family, but Azriel wore it more often than anyone else. So she knitted him matching mittens and a hat, one that would keep his ears warm and had a little pom on top, for his gift this year.

Elain even stitched in a little gnome design, knowing how much he enjoyed them around Christmas. She had a gnome statue that Azriel adored, and this year she got the little guy two more gnome buddies so he wouldn’t be lonely.

“Just trying to text Graysen, but the messages won’t go through.” Elain replied with a tense smile, wanting to quash the agitation she saw in Azriel’s features.

“He didn’t want to come?”

“I didn’t invite him,” Elain admitted, chewing on her lip and shifting on her feet. “It’s a family event. Getting a tree for our home.”

“You’re happier without him,” Azriel said bluntly, his knuckles turning white around his cider. Elain opened her mouth to defend her relationship, but Azriel kept going. “Don’t lie to me,” his hazel eyes burned as he gazed down at her. “You don’t smile when he’s around. Which is a shame,” Her breath turned to icicles in her lungs. His chilled hand came up to caress her jaw, his thumb dusting over her lips. “You have a beautiful smile, Elain. The world should see it more.”

Azriel quickly dropped his hand and the cold air stung her cheek.

“We just have to tighten the knots,” Cassian said in a booming voice, one arm over Nesta’s shoulder as she huddled into his warmth, burrowing into his red plaid coat. “And then we’re good to go,” He brought one hand up to take a sip of his cider. Nesta mumbled into his chest. “What’s that Nes?”

Nesta pulled her head back long enough to say, “You better not have picked a tree with a spider's nest.” before pressing her face back into his chest.

“But I heard they’re your favorite breakfast? Right after the hearts of innocence.” Rhysand said, pathetically shrugging at Feyre’s stern look.

Nesta pulled her head back to retort, but Cassian capture her lips in a heated kiss to distract her.

“Ignore him, Nes, he’s just sad the flurries are messing up his hair.”

“I’m wearing a hat, dick.” Rhysand said, but he sent a questioning look to Feyre anyway.

“You look handsome,” Feyre said, raising to her tiptoes to kiss his nose. “Very sexy.” Rhysand relaxed a bit at her words.

“Are you cold?” Azriel asked, his expression worried.

“A bit.” Elain admitted, taking another sip.

She watched as Azriel unzipped his jacket and opened his arms. For a second she bit her lip in hesitation, but a gust of wind blew some powdery snow into her face and Elain took shelter in his embrace. One arm sliding underneath his jacket and behind his back. Her cheek pressed against his soft sweater.

“Cashmere?” Elain asked into his chest, ignoring the flutters she felt as Azriel wrapped his arms around her and tucked his chin on top of her head.

“Mmhm.” Azriel responded and Elain felt the vibrations through his chest.

“I’m going to break up with him,” Elain whispered, her eyes shut tight. “But I’m scared.”

His body stilled and tensed at the words.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Azriel asked in a dark, even voice.

“Please.”

Azriel opened his mouth to respond, but Feyre cleared her throat. Silently asking for everyone's attention.

Elain opened her eyes and stood on her tip toes to see her sister. Azriel pivoted slightly to accommodate her.

“We have an announcement,” Feyre said, smiling nervously. “We were going to wait, but it’s so pretty here—” she spread her arms wide and gestured to the array of green trees dusted in snow, and the twinkling lights hung around the Christmas tree farm.

“You’re pregnant,” Nesta said in a cold voice, her glare narrowing in on Rhysand. “That’s why you’re getting married.”

Rhysand rolled his eyes and was about to respond, but Feyre placed a hand on his chest.

“No,” Feyre said, and sent an imploring look to her sister, begging her to be nice. “We set a date for the wedding,” She peered up at Rhysand, who motioned for her to continue with a smile. “New Years Eve.”

“That’s less than a month away.” Nesta said, about to take a step forward, but Cassian huddled her closer to his chest.

“Of next year,” Feyre explained, her brilliant smile not dimming from her sister's frosty look. “We need time to plan the wedding of Rhysand’s dreams.”

“You deserve the best, Feyre Darling.” Rhys purred, kissing his fiancé’s cheek.

“It will be beautiful.” Elain said, her voice not faltering as all of their eyes turned her way and saw her wrapped in Azriel.

“Obviously,” Feyre continued, her smile growing. “I’m going to need bridesmaids.”

“And I’ll need groomsmen.” Rhys said, smiling over Feyre’s head.

“I always knew Rhysie would ask me to marry him one day.” Cassian whispered loudly into Nesta’s ear, causing everyone to chuckle.

Feyre raised a pointing, gloved hand at Cassian and said, “Stop flirting with my fiancé or I’ll start to get jealous.”

“I’m really enjoying this conversation and all,” Nesta said, her teeth chattering. “But maybe we could continue it in the car. On the way home. With my butt warmer on.”

Nesta and Feyre squeeze into the back of the truck, and Elain sat waiting in the front middle seat. Her unofficial assigned seat as the shortest member of their family, but spending an hour sitting next to Azriel made her feel warm on the inside, so she didn’t care about the fact that she was missing a butt warmer.

Soon enough the boys slid into the car and Elain found Azriel pressing into her side, his arm slung over the back of the bench seat.

Elain hesitated for a moment before laying her head on his shoulder. She could practically feel him grinning at the contact.

The radio came on with the car and a warm burst of air came through the vent. Her eyes fell shut and she felt herself drifting away to the sounds of her family bickering and Nat King Cole’s voice crooning through the speakers.

She shifted more into Azriel, her body relaxing as she let herself fall asleep.

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pepperoni I'm thinking about baking with harry 😔 he would ask to bake with you all the time bc 1. he's a pest and likes to throw things at you and 2. bc he likes spinning you in circles to the music he puts on while you wait for them to bake 😔 he definitely persuades you with lots of cheek kisses and promises that he won't throw flour on you this time (which you both know is a lie) and he's smiling so big you just can't say no to him 😔 he definitely boops your nose with his finger thats covered in sugar bc he thinks you're adorable when you scrunch your nose up at him 😔

NOOOOOOOOO OH MY GOD I WILL CRY RIGHT NOW STOPPPPPP 😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 he would be SUCH A PESTTTT but the cutest ever 🥹🥹🥹