#thank you so much coco 🥹

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“welcome home‚” sunday places his book to the side and rises from the daybed to join you in the foyer as you step through the front door‚ twin angel wings fluttering by his ears‚ ever so happy to see his little dove. though‚ he’s quick to notice that something is amiss with you‚ with your sluggish footfalls and the heavy heave of your shoulders accompanied by a wistful sigh.

he doesn’t need to see your face in order to realise that you’ve been crying.

“grey…” he croons sweetly‚ quick to bridge the space between you and welcome you home with a hug so warm‚ so soft — one that you think you just might melt all the troubles of your day away.

it only takes seconds for him to feel you press your face further into the comforting warmth of his chest‚ the weak‚ muffled sobs that wrack your frame and reduce you to a trembling wreck in his arms. he holds you to him tighter‚ shushing you gently and caressing your hair‚ cradling the back of your head.

“it’s okay‚ you’re safe here. just rest‚” his voice is lowered to nothing more than a breath of a whisper — a still‚ soothing murmur in the quietude of the night. 

you weep like a baby in his arms‚ fisting at the fabric of his shirt‚ trying to get closer‚ closer‚ because even being pressed up against him like this‚ chest-to-chest‚ somehow isn’t enough. and sunday lets you weep in his arms until you’ve wept all your tears‚ and even after that‚ he continues to hold you. just a few more minutes in his arms like this‚ and you’ll be ready to brave the world. 

“the sun will shine again tomorrow‚ little dove.”

i’m sorry to hear you had a bad day‚ grey! 🥺 i hope this teensie thing was able to make it even the slightest bit better... also, consider it vengeance for that treat you left in my mailbox yesterday mueheheh!! love you so much! i hope you sleep soundly tonight :^)

COCO OH MY 😭 I just got home whatt

I'M IN TEARS 🥹

I'm not good with words which is why I like to gove gifts rather than receive but oh my dear.. this made my day so much better, I'm boutta go to bed so happy.. thank you so soo so much 🥹🥹

This means so much, omgg I feel terrible that I can't put it into words 🫠

I LOVE YOU SM COCO OHHH 😭😭🩷🩷🩷

Crazy cause we got some of those fancy popcorn tins in at work today, and there was a fawn and a snowman and omgg it's you and alhaitham!

But really, this is so sweet, ilysm, I'll cherish this forever 🤧🥰

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hi coco I hope u don't mind me screenshotting your tags !!!! I just need to keep them forever T_T

EAST OF THE SUN | PART I

You were a disgrace to House Targaryen, the product of an impulsive wedding between a lost prince and some Essosi whore. You had little social capital within the Red Keep and few prospects for marriage, but that was alright. You were perfectly happy to stay out of the game of thrones, wed some politically relevant lord of Alicent Hightower’s choosing, and die in peaceful obscurity. Unfortunately for you, Prince Aemond had other designs for your future.

5.8k words, aemond x fem!reader x jacaerys (though sadly, jace is not in this chapter). romance, childhood friends to lovers (except it's cousins), political drama. warnings for targaryen incest (between cousins), xenophobia/racism (depending on how you interpret the reader's racial coding), teenagers discussing sex, and a reference to underage sex in canon. the reader is half-valyrian and half-essosi, ethnically undefined. features are not described but she is considered conventionally attractive. dividers from @/cafekitsune.

I. THE HERMIT, REVERSED

You were a child when you learned that your mother was a whore.

Your father—a cousin to King Viserys—found your mother in one of the famed pillowhouses of Lys and brought her home as a souvenir. She was already heavy with you when they landed in Blackwater Bay, singing to you as your father cradled her belly every night. Though they had already been wedded in the Red Temple of Volantis, their union blessed by the light of R’hllor, it was your father’s wish that their love was also witnessed by the gods of Westeros. They were wedded once more in the Great Sept of Baelor, in a ceremony that was an affront to your grandsire, Prince Velarion. So wroth was he that everyone anticipated a terrible fate for your little family: the marriage annulled, your father forced into penance, and your mother killed.

But to the displeasure of Prince Velarion, one of the dragons chose you for a bond. (You were still in the womb when Wildfyre started clicking and squawking at you, and snarling at any man who came near your mother; he did not stop until you claimed him at ten-and-two, soaring upon his back through the skies of Myr.) The dragon keepers insisted that this was a sign that you were chosen by the gods of Old Valyria, so the lives of you and your mother were spared.

Still—your mother was eventually exiled, and your lord father wished to see her back to Lys. You had cried bitterly and begged to go with them, but your father said that the journey through the Stepstones would be too dangerous. He entrusted you to Viserys until his return, and then embarked on a journey that should not have taken more than one hundred days.

Ten years later, you still waited for him.

It was hard to recall when it was concluded that your father was unlikely to return; you only remembered that you did not accept it. The mornings and evenings of your early childhood were spent watching all the ships that passed through Blackwater Bay, waiting for red-and-black sails and a man you could now hardly remember. You only stopped once you flew through the skies of the Free Cities on dragonback, and not a single lost prince waved to you from among the crowds.

Your father’s disappearance left your position in jeopardy. The King could have easily taken control of his wealth and disinherited you if he so wished—as your grandsire was inclined—but His Grace instead decided that you should stay in the Red Keep and be treated like any other trueborn Targaryen. You were told as a child that this was an act of magnanimity, a gesture born out of love for his lost cousin, but you later came to realise that it was likely a self-serving move conjured up by Otto Hightower. Marriages were the easiest way to form political alliances; having an extra Targaryen lady to marry off was good leverage.

But despite your utility, you were still a stain within the Red Keep—a disgrace for the histories of the Targaryen dynasty. Nearly as great of one as Princess Saera herself, though perhaps still not quite as embarrassing as the three bastards sired by Lord Strong unto Princess Rhaenyra. Nevertheless, you were still a pariah. After all, children inherit the sins of their parents in the eyes of the Seven, meaning that your mother’s sin was also yours.

And so—when you were a child, you learned that if your mother was a foreign whore, then so too were you.

II. JUSTICE, REVERSED

Aemond was a child when he learned that people mistook you for a whore.

He learned this by listening to his queen mother, eavesdropping on a hushed conversation between her and his father. They were at a tourney, the crowd abuzz with chatter, which was perhaps why they were speaking so openly. The Queen stared at you as you sat next to Helaena, frowning at the closeness between the two of you. Being close in age, it was natural that the two of you spoke to each other frequently. You were a little older than all three of Alicent’s children and, as was common of a girl your age, you had prepared a favour: a ring of forget-me-nots interwoven with a ribbon you often wore. It was simple, but pretty, and it gave Aemond a feeling of deep distaste for some reason he couldn't identify.

His mother seemed to find it distasteful too. “Hard to believe she prepared a favour,” she said. She used the tone with which she often spoke of Princess Rhaenyra, the one that suggested derision. Aemond listened carefully, as he tended to whenever you came up in the conversation.

“And why would that be?” his lord father asked. He sounded defensive, also similar to the way he always did when his firstborn daughter came up. And as with Rhaenyra, Alicent seemed not to care for his sentimentality toward you.

“Well, what man would think to ask for it,” she asked, not delicately, “given her parentage?”

“Whatever you may think of her mother,” the King replied, “the girl is still a trueborn Targaryen. It is natural that she may catch the attention of some lordling or knight.”

“Surely not one with any faith, nor any serious ambitions in the court,” Alicent remarked. “Because she is—”

She paused then, hesitating. When Aemond snuck a glance at his father, he saw a stiff smile on his face.

“She is?” he questioned.

“...she resembles her mother more and more with each passing day,” Alicent remarked. “And one would think that she is similar. Foreign and improper in nature. A daughter of sin.”

Aemond’s brow furrowed. His mother spoke often of sin, of those who should beg for the grace of the Seven lest they be condemned to hell. She often reminded Aegon not to commit any such transgressions lest he disgrace the family, which he seemed to often do anyway. Aemond did not think you were particularly like his older brother, who stank constantly of wine and snuck off to Flea Bottom on every possible occasion. On the contrary, you were mostly well-behaved—except when you were quarrelling with Aegon—hardly ever indulged in any vices, and you only ever snuck out of your room to make miserable, wistful faces at the waters of Blackwater Bay.

And unlike Aegon, you were also kind.

Aemond did not know why exactly you had always been so nice to him; he just knew that you were unwaveringly so. Perhaps you felt a kind of kinship with him because he was frequently as miserable as you. For as long as the two of you had known each other, you had never once teased Aemond, and you in fact defended him. Just a few moons ago, you’d shouted at Aegon after the incident with the pig in the dragonpit, comforted Aemond after the fact, and encouraged him to claim Vhagar thereafter. To show up your ass of a brother, you’d suggested. And when Lucerys slashed his face open in the aftermath, you kept Aemond company for the entire duration of the recovery—watching them remove his ruined eye despite your disgust, keeping him company at his bedside when a fever took him, glowering at the Strong bastards whenever they came near him. Only his mother cared for him more deeply.

Aemond did not know what kind of sin such a kind person could have committed—what his queen mother should be referring to. So he turned to his brother and asked, “What does Mother mean by that?”

“Mean by what?” Aegon asked, eyes on the knights before the crowd. Clearly distracted.

“She called our cousin a daughter of sin. What does she mean?”

“Oh.” His brother glanced briefly at you, eyes considering. They travelled down your silhouette in a way that Aemond misliked for some reason he couldn't identify. “She means our cousin is a whore.”

“A whore?” Aemond asked, questioning. He’d heard the word many times, of course—sometimes uttered by his brother, and once lobbed at Princess Rhaenyra—and understood it as an insult. But no one had ever explained its specific meaning to him.

Aegon gave him an incredulous look. “You don't know what a whore is?” At Aemond's blank expression, Aegon explained, “It means she spreads her legs for money and is destined to go to hell. You know, like the women on the Street of Silk.” He paused, sizing up Aemond. “I should take you there someday, give you a proper education—then you’ll know exactly what mother means when she says ‘daughter of sin’.”

“I know what sex is,” Aemond replied defensively, though he didn't entirely know the details. “I'm not stupid.” He frowned then. “She doesn't work on the Street of Silk, though.”

“No, but her mother worked in a Lysene pillow house—much the same as the Street of Silk, though I hear the establishments of Lys are nicer, and filled with the most beautiful slaves from all over Essos.” Aegon looked at you again in a way that Aemond did not like. “I wonder if she inherited any of her mother’s talents. Maybe she’ll let me fuck her someday and I'll find out.”

Aemond felt a sense of disgust at the thought, even without fully knowing what his brother was imagining. All he knew was that he hated the thought of his brother putting his hands on you. “She wouldn't.”

“She would.”

“Would not.”

“Would too.”

“Would not! Who’d want to lay with you?”

Aegon scoffed. “Every woman from the Wall to Yi Ti, of course. Who wouldn't want to fuck a Targaryen prince?” He elbowed Aemond. “That includes you too, you know. Maybe if you pay her, she’ll let you have a turn as well. Then I wouldn't even need to take you to the Street of Silk to become a man.”

The feeling of disgust intensified. Not knowing what to do with it, Aemond kicked Aegon in the shin, making the young man yelp.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For being an ass.”

“An ass? I'm giving you advice, man to man! Guiding you toward adulthood and a glorious night with our Lysene beauty of a cousin!”

“I don't want a glorious night with her.”

“Fine, then—I alone will enjoy her.”

Aemond kicked him again, and Aegon cursed. “Little shit!” he hissed, which—as Aemond had planned—earned him a violent shush and a glare from their mother. His brother gave him a dirty look for the manipulation.

“I don't know why you're getting all sensitive about this,” Aegon said. He squinted at Aemond then, discerning. “Say—is this jealousy? Insecurity? Are you worried that you aren’t man enough to bed her?”

Aemond glowered at him, which made Aegon laugh and clap his back.

“No need to worry if she rejects you, little brother. I know a number of skilled women on the Street of Silk, any one of them as good in bed as our cousin should be. After all, one whore’s as good as another.”

Aegon scowled. “Stop calling her that. She’s a lady of House Targaryen, not a whore.”

“Who says a lady can't be a whore? Just think of our Aunt Saerra! I guess you wouldn’t know, but she ended up in a pleasure house, first in Flea Bottom, and now somewhere in Lys. And look at our half-sister—mother to three bastards. I'm sure our dear cousin will follow in their footsteps. It's in her blood.”

“She wouldn't do that,” Aemond replied sharply. “She's nothing like those two.”

How could you be? Princess Saerra had been a vile person and Rhaenyra was a self-serving liar. Both Aegon and his mother had to be wrong about you—Aemond was sure of it. His mother treated you with such judgement, but he was certain you were undeserving of it.

He was sure of it too when his brother finally took him to the Street of Silk years later, and he bedded a woman for the first time. Sylvi was her name. She was indeed very skilled, and she was kind as well—stroking his hair afterwards and praising him for doing such a good job. It reminded him somewhat of his mother’s touch upon his head after Lucerys took out his eye, and the way you held his hand as his fever set in. But that was the end of any similarity between you and Sylvi; and in that respect, you were much more like his mother than this strange woman anyway. Aemond knew then that you were neither a whore nor a sinner. He couldn’t imagine you disgracing yourself like the girls who sold themselves at the brothel, let alone selling yourself to someone like his brother.

But his mother had been right about one thing: no one asked for your favour that day during the tourney. You’d sighed at the ring of flowers, looking a little forlorn, and tossed it later onto the floor of the godswood—an offering for the old gods, you'd said to the weirwood, because the new ones were shit. Aemond watched you from behind an ancient oak, waiting for you to leave. Once he was certain you were gone, he snatched your favour from the ground. He studied it carefully, eyes tracing the ribbon woven deftly between the flowers. He remembered that you wore it when you stayed by his bedside.

He untangled it from the ring of forget-me-nots, and he decided to take it back to his room.

III. THE MAGICIAN

Alicent Hightower was eager to marry you off.

The Small Council had spent the past several weeks discussing the prospects of your marriage. Without any parents to oversee your betrothal, the decision of your match laid entirely in the hands of King Viserys—which was to say, in the hands of Otto Hightower and his daughter. Alicent had very little love for you—no pious woman in her right mind would love a daughter of sin—but you were glad for her influence in some ways. Rhaenyra, before she left King’s Landing, relayed to you that Otto had brought up your future betrothal when you were as young as ten, but Alicent cautioned him against premature decisions. Let us not waste the opportunity given to us by her marriage, she always chided, but Rhaenyra had the sense that it had less to do with politics and more to do with wanting to spare you from the fate of a child bride.

But now you were a woman grown, and you were quickly becoming a nuisance for the Queen. She had been willing to tolerate your presence near her children when you were all young and she was charged with raising you, but she had recently begun imagining that you had corruptive influence over her sons. Aegon regularly talked of how much he'd love to bed you, which made her furious with him; and Aemond always insisted on having your company, which made her furious with you. Ever since your first blood, the Red Keep had regularly been plagued by rumours of your indiscretions with whichever knight or lord with whom you were most seen. Most recently, the most popular whisper was that Prince Aemond was your lover and you were secretly carrying his child. Why else would such an adroit and honourable young man regularly associate with the daughter of a whore?

Alicent had been apoplectic when she heard the rumours. They were, you supposed, believable. Her second son had always been strangely attached to you, nearly to the exclusion of all others. He didn't even treat his own sister with such affection—and he certainly held no such love for his brother—so a carnal relationship was a somewhat natural conclusion for an outsider. You, however, withered at the thought. Aemond may now be as comely as the Maiden herself, but you still saw him as the awkward little boy whom you grew up alongside and whom you constantly defended from his bullies.

Of course, his mother had no way of knowing any of this; she could only see the signs of a sordid affair between the two of you. That Alicent Hightower had raised you out of the goodness of her heart and you chose to return this favour by corrupting her son and engaging in the great sin of fornication was a huge upset. Not only did she chew you out in the throne room in front of King Viserys, utterly humiliating you—she also designed to send you to the Silent Sisters.

You could have easily ingratiated yourself to her with the correct penance. You could have distanced yourself from Aemond, as well as every other man in the Red Keep. You could have dedicated yourself to studying the Seven, immersing yourself in their grace. And most of all, you could have fervently denounced your mother and fervently renounced all sin. You could have made it clear that you were not a sinner, and especially not a harlot.

But you would lose respect for yourself if you did any of those things. You loved your mother too much to disavow her; you refused to practise a faith that would condemn her to hell simply for her profession; and most importantly, you did not want to distance yourself from Aemond. You had only three friends in this world, and that was only if you were allowed to include your dragon in the count. Your cousin Jacaerys got along well with you, but he'd long since left the capital, making Aemond your only companion in King’s Landing who was capable of human speech. (Wildfyre, though loyal, was not exactly a good conversationalist.)

All this to say, you simply did not want to let Aemond go.

In the end, you placated Alicent by making the somewhat extreme decision to invite her most trusted septa to inspect your maidenhead. When it was revealed that you were not, in fact, fucking Aemond, Alicent had no choice but to recant her allegations. Mollified, the Queen afterward extended an olive branch by meeting with you at least once a week. Repairing our relationship, she called it. By this she meant that she would spend an hour proselytising to you in an attempt to save your heathen Lysene soul, and then another hour discussing your marriage prospects. Better to be rid of you before her second son could actually be seduced by your sinful nature.

Right now you were both sitting in the garden, enjoying a pot of chrysanthemum tea in the sun. Alicent had just wrapped up an impromptu sermon about the Seven; now she was speaking to you about marriage. She kept talking about a Lord Stokeworth and a Lordling from House Tully. The former was nearly thirty years your senior and the younger was almost ten years your junior, but they were both willing to overlook the fact that people knew you as the daughter of a Lysene whore. It was more important to them that you were the blood of the dragon.

“Rivermen are especially difficult to make alliances with,” Alicent told you, “but they are bound by oaths and loyal to their kin. And I'm sure the lordling would treat you well. A marriage with a Tully would do well for all of us.”

“Rivermen are bound by oaths,” you said, “but they have already sworn loyalty toward us. They have never once expressed unrest during King Viserys’ reign, have they?”

Alicent stopped. She regarded you carefully, her fingers twitching—nails scraping against one another. She clearly wanted to use you to assure the loyalty of the Riverlands to the Hightowers, but you were unwilling to openly commit yourself to her cause. For the past several years, you'd been careful to wear neither black nor green, and this was perhaps both her greatest reason for not loving you and for not banishing you.

“That is true,” she said, “but Lord Tully has been sick a long while now, and his hold on his bannermen has loosened. Their allegiances are unclear. It would do well for the Crown to have more influence in the Riverlands, in case of any trouble during our succession.”

“I am still confused, my Queen. I do not think the Riverlands have ever been inclined to defy either their liege or the Iron Throne. They have all bent the knee to Princess Rhaenyra.” With this, you paralyzed the Queen: the only reason they would have to protest the Iron Throne was if it were ever usurped. She had just implied treason, and you would not let it go unnoticed.

You supposed it was a bold thing to point this out, but you really did not want to marry a ten year old. Ideally you'd wed a handsome lord with reasonable political standing, as far away from the Red Keep and the new gods as possible. The Riverlands were too close, and the Faith of the Seven was too strong there. On the other hand, Dorne, Winterfell, and the Iron Islands were incredibly far, and the peoples of the latter two followed entirely different faiths. Most importantly, the men of their respective noble families were quite handsome. You would happily live up to your reputation and debase yourself for Cregan Stark if the opportunity ever arose.

“If oaths were the problem,” you said delicately. “I'm sure the North could use attention. The Ironborn have always wanted for independence, and we have relied greatly on the Starks to suppress them. Or perhaps we could consider the problem of Dorne.”

“Dorne,” she repeated, her stare hard.

“King Viserys has always wanted to bring them into the kingdom, has he not?” She breathed deeply, and you added, “These are not suggestions, of course. Merely questions. I am eager to learn the wisdom of the only woman to sit on the Small Council.”

Let it not be said that you did not know how to play to people’s emotions. Alicent’s shoulders relaxed, and she took a sip of her tea. “These are good questions,” she admitted. “The problem of Dorne is too complex to manage with a simple marriage to House Targaryen, but the Greyjoy suggestion is intriguing. I might be inclined to caution the King against it, if he were to propose it. The Ironborn are a proud people. I do not think a marriage to a Targaryen lady would be enough to placate them, and a marriage to you specifically may present… a danger to the North.”

“You would worry about giving them a dragon.”

“Yes. But Winterfell…”

The Queen paused. You tried not to smile.

“Winterfell always honours their oaths,” you said, “but given what the realm asks of them, it never hurts to reward them for their loyalty. Who knows what may happen in the future?” Who knows what may happen if Prince Aegon were to ascend the Throne? “If a struggle were ever to happen at the Wall, I am sure Lord Stark and his bannermen would remember which queen sent him a Targaryen wife and a dragon in support of their struggle.”

Alicent nodded. She looked at you as if seeing you in a new light—a better one.

“I will speak to the Hand about this matter,” she determined. “I shall get his thoughts before the tourney in a fortnight, and see which families we should introduce you to then.”

“I shall prepare myself for it.”

“Good.” She smiled at you. “See to it that you are dressed well for the occasion. I feel that green would be a lovely colour on you—don’t you?”

IV. DEATH, REVERSED

“Hello, father of my bastard child!”

Your voice rang through the dragonpit, a cheerful echo in its near pitch-black depths. By the light of the torches, Aemond could barely make out your silhouette, but he could hear the lightness of your footsteps nevertheless.

For someone who had been the subject of vile accusations for the past month, you seemed awfully happy. You weren't always so thick-skinned, Aemond mused: when you were younger, he often caught you brooding in the dragonpit, sniffling at the way women talked about you and the way men leered at you. Any other child—himself included—would have been terrified to stay here, alone in darkness and brimstone, but your only friend for a long time was your dragon, so naturally his home was where you went when you were miserable. And you were very often miserable.

But you were now well-adjusted in your adulthood, apparently impervious to most insults and whispers about you. (What are they going to do? you often said dryly. Call me a tart? A temptress? That I belong in Flea Bottom? They’ve been saying that for years!) You had just taken the past month of scandal in stride, and now you seemed irreverent of it. It made Aemond tense: although he did not terribly mind that people mistook you for his lover, he still had appearances to manage. And he disliked it when people spoke ill of you. Ever since he had built a reputation as a respected prince, he made it clear that no one was to speak poorly of you before him. The only exception was his idiot brother, with whom he was meant to maintain the appearance of unity. The other day, he caught him monologuing about the ways in which he imagined Aemond was debasing you (“I hardly knew my brother had it in him! It surely had to be my cousin’s work—seducing the fierce Aemond One-Eye!”), and Aemond could scarcely hold himself back from maiming him. Still, his sword stayed within its sheath, his knuckles white and tense around its hilt.

He could not solve the issue of his brother with intimidation. Aemond could only caution you against fueling him: “If you keep talking like that, the whole of the Red Keep will start whispering about you again.”

You laughed. “Who’s going to overhear us? Will Vhagar be gossiping with Dreamfyre about our scandalous relationship?” You craned your neck, looking behind him. “Where is your old lady, anyhow? Can I give her a treat today?”

“Vhagar awaits us outside. You are always welcome to feed her, but the dragon keepers said there is a scarcity of lamb at the moment.”

“Ah, well. Let’s go find Wildfyre, then—I called for him earlier, but he didn't come. I bet he’s napping somewhere.” The two of you began walking, cutting a path through ash and crumbling bone. Aemond guided you around what looked like the fresh remains of cattle, and you thanked him, wrinkling your nose at the familiar stench of charcoal and rotting flesh.

“What you said about the lamb,” you started, “concerns me. Are the smallfolk short of livestock?”

“I have heard from the Hand that there is a sickness among the animals of the Reach, so the yield has been worse this year than most others.”

“How sad! I hope they’ll be alright.”

“The dragons are well-fed—the Hand has assured it.”

You gave Aemond a curious look. “I was speaking of the smallfolk, not the dragons.”

Aemond paused. “Of course,” he said, “the Hand will also ensure their well-being. I did not even think to question that.”

Truthfully, Aemond had not thought of the smallfolk at all, but he should have. Whenever he or Aegon spoke of the issues of the Realm, they were always your first concern—the farmers and the craftsmen and even the whores of Flea Bottom. Aegon said it was evidence of your commoner blood, but Aemond thought it was discerning of you. Were you born his eldest sister and not his eldest cousin, it would be evidence of your good judgement as a future ruler.

Though of course, if you had been his eldest sister, then you would have been wedded to Aegon—a thought that Aemond found exceptionally distasteful. In fact, the thought of any man touching you made his knuckles tighten around his sword, yet it was a reality that his mother had told him to make peace with many times.

Aemond, she told him the other day, looking at his tightly controlled expression, I know you have a great… fondness of your cousin. But the two of you are no longer children. It is improper for you to spend so much time around her. You would not want to compromise any future prospects for yourself, nor disgrace yourself in the eyes of the Seven. And god forbid you ruin her prospects. Your grandfather and I have been working hard to secure a good match for her—a difficult feat, given her parentage.

Unfortunately for Alicent, Aemond felt that the Seven could fuck themselves. And his prospects had always been lacking as the second son, but he would eventually overcome the circumstance of his birth. Aemond considered himself a loyal son, but he would not succumb to whatever mediocre designs his mother had for his future.

He would make sure that you would not, either.

“You seem happy,” he observed. “I take it your afternoon with Alicent went well?”

“Very well. I avoided a marriage to that Tully boy, and I think I may have even charmed your mother.” You flashed him a smile—one he'd been seeing since childhood, but of which he never tired. “She is now considering potential matches in the North for me. I'll likely be meeting potential suitors in the upcoming banquet—I do hope they’ll be handsome. And wealthy.”

Aemond did not bother trying to smile. “The North is very far.” He slipped into Valyrian: “You belong in the South, near skies filled with dragons and the waters of the old Freehold. You are a Targaryen, are you not?”

“I may be a Targaryen, but I am unwanted here,” you dismissed. Even after all these years, you spoke Valyrian with a Lysene accent, and—as often happened in private speech—you reverted to a vocabulary that was closer to the Low Valyrian of your mother rather than the High Valyrian taught by the maesters. Still, you were the only person in the whole of the capital more fluent in the language than Aemond; he only spoke as well as he did because he’d grown up practising with you. “The further I get away from the Red Keep, the less hated I will be.”

“But you will be alone.”

“I will have Wildfyre, my lord husband, and an entire castle of people to make friends with.”

“Or enemies of.”

“If I can charm Alicent Hightower, I do believe I can also charm anyone else in the Realm.” You grinned at him—though Aemond did not miss the careful look you gave him. “But if you're worried about being lonely, I can always fly back on Wildfyre and visit you.”

“You need not be concerned. I have many allies within the Red Keep.”

You stopped then, openly studying him. “It is—difficult,” you replied in the Common Tongue, “for me not to worry about you.”

His brow arched. Aemond could not help but stare, puzzled: you watched him enough on the training grounds to know that not only could he easily kill most men, but also that most men feared him for it.

“There are few people in this world who would worry about me,” he said neatly, and your look grew embarrassed.

“Yes, I know it’s silly of me. Why would I worry about the famed Aemond One-Eye, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, Rider of Vhagar, and winner of countless tourneys?”

“Two. I've won two tourneys.”

“Well, that’s more tourneys than most will win in their lifetime. And I’m sure you'll win the one in the fortnight as well.”

Aemond did not see the point in denying it. “Perhaps. What of it?”

You breathed deeply, and Aemond could see on your face how much you were trying to be diplomatic. “What I mean to say is—you are a respected warrior with many allies. But an ally is not the same thing as a friend, and a sword cannot offer its wielder any reprieve. Sometimes I fear whom you will rely on if I leave.”

“You think I have no friends,” he said plainly, and you gave him a sheepish look. He did not smile.

“I’m just worried you don't have anyone you can actually trust here,” you explained.

Aemond would spurn the words coming from anyone else. He might even be inclined to intimidate them, simply to remind them of his position. A prince should not be so patronised.

But looking at you, with your worried eyes and furrowed brow, he thought of the two weeks you spent by his bedside as healed, and all those times you checked on him after chasing away Aegon, and how you took him dragon riding until he was as comfortable at it as you. You likely still saw the weak child he once was—a habit he could not fault you for, but which aggrieved him nevertheless.

He did not let his irritation show on his face.

“You need not worry, cousin. I do not need trust from anyone—only respect.” And respect was something he had in spades.

You gave him a dubious look, but relented. “Alright. Just know that you can always write to me, no matter how far away I am.”

Aemond hummed. He'd nearly forgotten your initial concern: the looming distance from him, the gap and loneliness that your marriage would supposedly create.

His mouth curled.

“I appreciate it, but I have the sense that you’ll end up closer to home than you think.”

“Oh? What do you mean?” Your brow knotted. “Has your mother said something to you?”

“Nothing concrete,” he replied smoothly. “But nevermind—let us fetch Wildfyre. We should fly out before the day grows any older.”

The thought of flying distracted you from all others. “Yes, it would be troublesome if we stayed out too long.”

“Where would you like to go?”

You grinned. “I'll race you to Spicetown? We can go to the market and be back by midnight.”

“Midnight?” Aemond sounded—was—amused. What a free-spirited thing you were, to be careless enough to return to the Red Keep with him after curfew. “This is why those rumours started in the first place, you know.”

“It was worth the trouble, don’t you think? Or are you going to deny me now?”

He could not. Aemond was a disciplined man—his goals could not allow for much error in his life—but he also found it impossible not to humour any request from you. He did not have many joys in his childhood, and he had never outgrown his habit of wishing for the joy you brought with your happiness. It was hard for him not to indulge you.

In fact, this wish you had for your future—to marry some trifling lord beneath you and move far away from King’s Landing, the place in which you belonged—would be the first thing he would ever deny you.

END PART I

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[luveline]

if it’s at all possible, i’m requesting the fluffiest, giggliest fic with poly!marauders where reader is just sad and teary so they get in a big cuddle pile and tickle her and kiss her until she’s a giggly mess and all cheered up 🥹 thank you lovely jade!! <3

ty for requesting angel! fem, 1.1k

You watch yourself in the mirror. At your vanity, a cotton pad soaked in toner in hand. You wash down your face gently, your eyes hot and heavy and waiting to fill with tears. 

Maybe it’s because it’s Sirius who’s sitting on your bed that you end up crying. It’s hard to explain why it makes a difference, why he’s the one out of everyone who you can’t hide from when you’re sad. It’s not as though James or Remus are any less understanding than he is. James is the most generous person you’ve ever met, he’d let you cry into his arms for days on end without complaint, and Remus understands better than most what it is to be in pain, but Sirius won’t make you talk about it. When you’re feeling better, you’ll realise that it’s the complete lack of pressure to confront your feelings that brings them to the surface. Sirius won’t ask you to explain yourself. 

The tears fall down in discordant waves. One from the left, two from the right. Your nose grows hot, an uncomfortable wetness gathering at the back of your throat. 

You put your cotton pad aside, sniffling. 

“You okay, my angel?” Sirius asks, turning another page of his novel. 

You take a shaky breath. “Yeah,” you say, voice thick with tears. 

“You don’t sound okay.” You watch in the mirror as he puts his book down. He stands up quickly, and you’re presented with how good looking he is. Even through tears, he looks pretty. “What’s wrong?” 

You bend in on yourself, pressing your fingers to your eyes. “It’s nothing.” 

His hand falls against your shoulder, warm, the other not far behind. He leans on your back. “Come on, sweet girl,” he whispers, “don’t cry by yourself. Come to bed with me.” 

He doesn’t push you. You knew he wouldn’t. 

You let him usher you into the bed, where he sits with crossed legs and you fall into his chest. Your shoulders ache with your crying, shaking as the tears turn to sobs. You think about everything too much. And, despite the best intentions, Sirius’ gentle patting and hugging makes you cry harder. 

It’s a quiet house. The sound of your breakdown attracts another boy. He climbs into bed in front of you both. You know it’s Remus because James’ would’ve exclaimed in fear at the door, his hand tentative on your thigh. “Is everything alright?” he asks softly. 

“She’s okay, just a rough day,” Sirius says. 

It isn’t a lie. You wrap your arms around his waist like a clamp and lay there, face slipping down against his stomach, all bent and hurting as tears soak his dark t-shirt. 

“Really rough, it must’ve been,” Remus says. He rubs your thigh. “It’ll be okay. We’re here.” 

That makes you cry worse, too, but eventually the sentiment is driven home. No matter how bad the day is, or what happens to you, you’ll always have people to come home to who love you, and who want to rub your back for you when you can’t calm down. 

Remus pats your leg in a rhythm. Sirius stays very still. They both, somehow, know what you need. 

A little later, you lay with your face pressed to Sirius’ chest just shy of his armpit, Remus’ patting turned to light tickling, his voice a low constant. “You’re just so beautiful it intimidates people, that’s your problem, dovey, you’re scary because you’re that pretty. You think I’m blowing smoke, but I’m serious, and Sirius agrees with me, and James would get down on his knees right here and now and testify to that same thing.” His hand slides between the soft upper insides of your thighs to squeeze one reverently. “Everyone is jealous of you.” 

“Stop it,” you mumble. 

“She’s smiling,” Sirius says, drawing a loop behind your ear. 

“Stop.” 

“Everyone is jealous of me,” Remus furthers, “at Books and Coco, whenever you come with me, the boy behind the counter always gives me that stupid chauvinistic look like I’ve done some great service to men-kind in landing you.” Remus leans down to kiss your leg. “And it’s silly that he gives me that look, but his sentiment isn’t wrong. I can’t say I landed you, but I am lucky.” 

“Stop,” you say again, laughing as his breath further tickles your leg. 

The door to the bedroom clatters open. You jump, having not heard the front door, but Sirius rubs your arm and you quickly calm. After all, it’s James coming in. He’s far from scary. 

“Hello,” he says, a little breathless, “you guys wouldn’t believe the photo I just took at the pond. The sun was setting and there were all these colours coming through the trees and over the water.” He gives you a funny look. “Have you been crying?” 

“Just a bit,” Sirius says gently, hugging you a half inch closer, “she’s alright now.” 

James frowns. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” 

“It’s okay,” Sirius answers for you. To some, his speaking for you might irk them, but right now it’s exactly what you need. It’s less embarrassing to have him talk for you. “Remus has praised her half to death, and he keeps tickling us both.” 

“Oh, you’re tickling him too?” you ask. 

Remus squints at you. “Well, just a little bit.” 

You put upon a forlorn sigh. “I’m not as special as I thought.” 

“Sweetheart, you are the most special,” James says, climbing into the bed, making you the centre of their flower, “you’re gorgeous. Let’s have a kiss.” 

“That’s what I said,” Remus says, laughing as you lean away from James’ kiss, even as big hands find your cheeks to hold your face. 

“Come on, lovely girl, just give me a kiss so I know you’re alright,” James says. 

You evade to tease him. You can’t help laughing as you turn your head one way and then the other, quick to dodge him, his lips pressing half kisses against whatever bit of skin he can as you move. 

“This is harassment!” you laugh. 

“Just one kiss…” He holds your face steady, and he looks at you long and hard. When you move your chin up to kiss him, he moves away. “You’re okay?” he asks softly. 

“I’m fine,” you laugh, kissing him quickly. 

James collapses atop you, all his weight and smells. “Thank god for that.” 

“Well, thank Sirius,” Remus says, “he did all the back-rubbing.” 

Sirius groans and tries to get out from under you. “You’re all very heavy.” 

“James? Can I see your photo?” you ask. 

He squeezes you half to death in answer. 

[chrisevansonly]

𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 = 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝? | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

᪥social media fic

᪥charles should have known when he started dating you that he’d end up around the horses as much as you are

᪥another charles post, also because i grew up riding and still do so this was v special for me❤️

y/n’sinsta

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such a great few days in Paris for the Longlines Championship Tour! my girl never fails to disappoint and i’m so happy with our results, merci beaucoup Paris!!🤍

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username i was there, you rode beautifully!!

scuderiaferrari we think coco needs some red in her life

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>y/n’sinsta coco would agree ❤️

charles_leclerc so proud of you mon ange, you and coco did amazing❤️❤️

>y/n’sinsta thank you charlie, couldn’t have done it without you there❤️❤️❤️

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danielriccardo save a horse ride a cowboy right @/charles_leclerc?

>charles_leclerc 🙂🙂🙂

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charles recently spotted in france for his girlfriends show jumping tour!! he took photos with fans before getting into a car and heading towards the venue in paris! when asked about y/n he said ‘i’ve never been more proud of her in my life’ queue our crying

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username he talked about y/n and coco for so long and then realized he’d be late if he didn’t leave 😭

username he’s such a horse girl now 😂

formulawags we loves charles as a wag🤭

username THESE TWO 😭

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thank you for allowing me to watch you shine and do what you love best in the world. I am extremely lucky to see you and coco in your element almost everyday, je t’aime tellement chérie, je suis très fière de toi ❤️❤️

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longlines so great to have you join us charles!!

pierregasly charles is in his horse girl era

>landonorris cowboy charles

>charles_leclerc how about you both shut up

username THE GIRLS ARE ARGUING!

y/n’sinsta oh charles 🥹🥹

y/n’sinsta i love you, thank you for supporting me and loving me the way you do, i’m so lucky to have you mon bébé

>charles_leclerc ❤️❤️❤️

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[mikatoonist]

NoCovember, Week 1

Coffee Shop!

☕️☕️☕️

TEXT

Noah; Let me guess… the hot chocolate with full cream milk, chocolate syrup, with whipped cream, topped with rainbow sprinkles, cinnamon and coco on top?

Cody; Yeah!

Cody thinking; Omg, he remembers my order?

Text on coffee cup; The Angel with the cute tooth-gap

It’s the most wonderful time of the year; Happy NoCovember! It’s the first week of NoCovember and I was so excited, I had to finish the first week’s prompt right away. This week was either Coffee Shop AU or Flower Shop AU and I had to pick coffee shop, I couldn’t resist, it’s such a classic 😂

In this AU, Noah works at a coffee shop and Cody comes in often with the exact same, very detailed, sugary order and Noah has come to memorise it. Cody has a little crush on him and gets super surprised that Noah was able to remember such a longggg order but unbeknownst to him, Noah has made sure to remember 🥹

Realistically, Noah probably wouldn’t write what he wrote on the coffee cup but shhh, lemme pretend, it’s an AU 🤫

Big credit to @aangellface organising this years NoCovember and for coming up with the prompts, as well as the inputs from people in the NoCo discord server! Thank you so much for hosting this year! And shout out to @zuureleena who came up with NoCovember c:

Let’s get this NoCovember started!

Also, not gonna lie… I’d totally have Cody’s ‘coffee’ order (I have a massive sweet tooth, one of the things Cody and I have in common lmaooo)

[bloodhoundluke]

no more secrets

pairing: luke hemmings x f!reader (fc: claudia tihan)

a/n: hi cuties!! 🖤 here's another instagram blurb, this time filled with pretty random posts. i hope u enjoyed it & have a great rest of your day ♡ if u have any face claim suggestions i'm all ears!

➢ pt. 2 to this

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yourinstagram I said 'smile for daddy'. Ain't those the prettiest smiles ever?

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lukehemmings Yes 🥰

loveroflukey SMILE FOR DADDY?? DADDY?????

5sosforlyf i literally love them together 😭😭

greyhound.ash PETUNIA AND COCO WORLD DOMINATION

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yourinstagram The summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation 🦋💛

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sgfg_1049 A 1D REFERENCE???

yourinstagram I know lol....I was a huge 1D fan back in the day 🥺

louist91 A great song

yourinstagram Oh my god yes!!

vapory_cal LOUIS COMMENTED??? OH TO BE Y/N

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5sos.updates It seems that Ash and Cal were on the picnic too with Luke and Y/N!

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y/s/n.updates now we just need a pic with y/n 😭😭

5cashton just imagine them casually hanging out and bumping into them??? oh my god

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yourinstagram Concert stuff with the bestie

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malumshoes omg so cuteeeee

y/s/n.updates SHE IS THE MOMENT. AN ICON.

5sos What did you think of the show?

yourinstagram Was mediocre at best 🫠

5sos Oh...

lukehemmings I think she just hates my voice 🫥

loverofy/s/n THE BANTERRRR OMGGG, IMAGINE HOW MUCH FUN THEY HAVE TOGETHER !!

yourinstagram I'm definitely the funnier one in this relationship...imagine his dad jokes? Ugghhh

lukehemmings If I could dislike a comment I'd pick this one 👆🏼

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lukehemmings Dinner date. Swipe to see me getting ready.

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y/s/n.updates MOMMY AND DADDY

calm.5sos goals 🥹🥹

ashtonirwin Mom and dad?

lukehemmings 🤣🤣

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yourinstagram On my way to a 5sauce concert...

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5SAUCEM. OMG you're a legend

loveroflrh34 LMAOOOO

lukehemmings You think you're so funny

yourinstagram Oh I know I am funny

lukehemmings ...🙄

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yourinstagram Swipe for Lu's reaction when I dropped my pasta while filming this pic. Rude, don't you think?

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calumhood You deserve it lad

yourinstagram Thanks for backing me up Cal

calumhood Always

lukehemmings That's not the actual reaction photo by the way

yourinstagram Babe I think they got it...

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lukehemmings Did a cool photoshoot. Thanks for having me 🤘🏻🖤

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yourinstagram LUKE ROBERT HEMMINGS

yourinstagram Ok but why did you have to kill me with this photoshoot

y/s/n.updates Y/N IS SUCH A MOOD HONESTLY

loveroflukey I LOVE HOW Y/N IS FANGIRLING JUST LIKE THE REST OF US

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lukehemmings My dear devoted delicate...

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5SOSAUC SHUT UP!! WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE!!!!

malumsshoes i feel so single 😭😭

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[everythingxh]

I saw you wanted requests, so I am here for that~🤭 Would you be okay writing some sweet fluff with O.de, involving the autumn season? Something like a cute autumnal date, can be a first date or while being longer together. That's all up to you~ whatever inspires you💜 Thanks in advance!

A/n: this is my very first ask answered and let me tell you… I wrote this in a day because of the motivational boost that you just gave me🥹 thank you so much bee <333.

Autumn Stroll

Genre: cotton candy fluffy

Warnings? Slight grammar mistakes (English isn’t my first language), the use of the nicknames babe and princess, there’s a part where it’s slightly (a little more than slightly but still) suggestive, not proofread.

Pairing: bf!Seungmin x gf!reader

Pronouns used: she/her

Summary: An autumn day date with Seungmin.

One step after the other, Y/n and Seungmin walked side by side as the autumn freeze started to make itself known by blowing Y/n’s hair away from her face.

Y/n giggled as she calmed her hair down and reached her hand into her tote bag grabbing a black beanie she had stuffed into her bag a couple of hours ago. Fitting it on top of her head as she shivers from the slightly windy day. She’s wearing a brown coat over a cute outfit her boyfriend had picked out for her, black pants paired with a black turtleneck sweater and converse shoes.

Surprisingly, Seungmin’s wearing the exact same outfit as Y/n because in his words “I just wanted us to match today cause why not?” The two are currently holding hands and walking side by side as they talked about everything and anything when suddenly-

“Ohh my godd look how cute these little kids playing Seungmin” Y/n exclaimed as she pointed out to the kids in the playground of the park the two are strolling around in. The children were scattered about, playing what Y/n and Seungmin assumed to be a game of tag.

The couple watched as the kids ran around, between swings, under the slides and through the little structure that connects the slides with the swings.

The laughter the children makes Seungmin and Y/n’s smiles spread as they watched them have their fun.

“I think that’s enough watching don’t you think? It’s starting to become creepy now” Seungmin admits as he starts walking, forcing Y/n to walk with him because their hands are linked together. “True, it started becoming creepy after the third minute rolled in” Y/n giggled as she she agreed with her boyfriend.

“Hey babe? Can we sit in a cafe? My legs hurt, we’ve been walking for a while now, I’m in need of a hot coco right now” Y/n asked as she stopped walking and looked up at Seungmin.

“Uhh yeah I agree we’ve been walking all morning and we deserve a little treat” Seungmin grinned as he spoke, fishing his phone out of his front pocket and searching for a good spot they can relax in.

“Ah ha there it is, it says it’s a few minute walk away from here, wanna go? Or are your legs too tired?” Seungmin asked as he took the hand that was intertwined with his up to his lips and pecked the back of it.

“My legs are way too tired, and after last night’s you know what, they’re even more sore. So can I please get a backie?” Y/n pleaded as she gave him the best doe eyes she can possibly do. She knows her doe eyes can do a lot just by looking at him with them.

“Anything for my beautiful princess, hop on baby” Seungmin nodded turning around and crouching a bit so Y/n can climb on.

Y/n rested her head on his shoulder as she watched how people around gave the two of them weird looks, but Y/n didn’t care. She has her man and they’re both happy with each other.

Y/n smiled to herself as she felt her stomach fill up with butterflies as she looked down at the man holding her.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” Seungmin asked curiously as he looked back at her.

“No, it’s just that I feel so much love for you, I love you Seungmin” Y/n says as she gives the side of his a face a little peck.

Seungmin chuckles as he puts her down “I love you more, andd we’re heree”.

The couple entered the cafe and chose a table to sit in, as Y/n sat down Seungmin offered to order for the two of them “You sit here, I’ll go order us the things we want, a hot coco right? With marshmallows of course” Seungmin asked as he stood up.

Y/n nodded “You know me so well babe”

Seungmin winked and went over to the queue.

After a few minutes Seungmin comes back with both of their drinks, setting them down on the table before sitting across from Y/n.

“I also bought this, cause I want to be cliché with you” Seungmin ends his little mini presentation and reveals a mini strawberry cake.

“What’s so cliché about this?” Y/n asks with a tone dipped in curiosity as she tilts her head to the side, eyes also filled with curiosity.

“Well milady, I can show ya” Seungmin voices in an accent that is supposed to be from the 50’s but he might have done a horrible job trying to make it sound like a tv hosts voice from that time.

He grabs a fork and cuts a little chunk off the mini cake, and brings it to Y/n’s mouth.

Y/n understands what her boyfriend is doing and she opens her mouth allowing the piece of cake into her mouth. She takes the bite and chews it, humming happily as she tastes the swirl of flavor dancing inside her mouth.

“That’s the cliché thing?” Y/n asks after swallowing the came chunk she had just taken.

“Nope! This is” he answers as he reaches his hand over to her face, cupping it with his vainy hand and swiping his thumb over her lips, wiping the cream off her lips and retreating it then licking his thumb from the cream that was previously on her lips.

“Ohh you cheeky little guy” Y/n says as she hides her face away from his with her hands, feeling as her cheeks get warmer and redder.

[greyrain23]

i hope you do not mind a little delivery 💌 of a wintertime sunrey moodboard that your answer to the ask i sent last week had inspired me to make for you! :3 i’m trailing you two around and sprinkling sugarplum fairy dust over you to bless you both with the sweetest‚ most magical winter yet! ☃️🌨️🌟🗝️

OH MY GOAH

GOSH*

THIS IS- UWAH 🥹🤩 I DON'T HAVE WORDS OMG WHAT THE HECK THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SO AMAZING WOAHH

Ohhhhh I love this so so so much THANK YOU COCO 🫂🫂🫂

[sejanusxcoriyo]

Pretty Lil Thang

Pairings: Josh Andreś Rivera x Fem!Actress!Reader / Rachel Zigler x Tom Blyth

A/N: I know Rachel and Josh are together, and Tom also has a girlfriend, but my page is related to Sejanus. For this, she's gonna be dating Tom, cus chemistry. I wanted to try something new, so I tried a social media post! Please, criticism is appreciated 🫶🏾. I will probably be making this into a mini series.

Face Claim: Coco Jones (The pictures with Rachel and Josh just imagine they are Josh, and you)

Type: Social Media Au

Summary: You auditioned for Mai White, Sejanus' love interest in the Ballad of the Songbirds and Snakes. Rachel notices that you and Josh have taken a liking to each other. Mini series!

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

Ynuser

Ynuser Welp, filming starts soon, and my co star is pretty cute😋

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Joshandresrivera I mean, you're pretty cute 2😉

↪️ynfan1 My new mom and dad😫

↪️rachaelzigler New power couple alert???🤨🤨

↪️ynuser oh hush, just a little innocent flirting🫶🏾

↪️rachelzigler mhm👀

Tomblyth no love for coryo?

↪️ynuser I read the book, I don't like you😂

↪️tomblyth you mean coryo right??🤨

↪️ynuser I said what I said🤷🏾‍♀️

Ynhater1 How did she get the role of Mai? I could do much better🙄

↪️ynuser yet you didn't, try someone else, toodles😁

Ynfan2 Josh and Yn, my new ship😫

Joshlover @/joshandresrivera I've loved you since la la land🫶🏾

Ynfan3 she looks so sexy, I am feral😭

↪️ynfan4 right? I just want to take a bite🫦

↪️joshandresrivera back off, she's mine🤺

Ynfan5 look at him defending his girl🥹

↪️joshhutcherson she's single😉

↪️ynuser don't you have a gf? Get out my comments, peeta, I am not tryna come between you and Ms. Everdeen🙅🏾‍♀️

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Ynuser Three of my favorite people ever, love you guys🫶🏾

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Ynfan1 she's holding on kinda tight to him👀

↪️ ynfan2 most of her photos of her and Josh😫

Joshandresrivera ❤️

↪️joshyn WHATS THIS^^^^

↪️ynuser miss you sm🫶🏾

Rachelzigler I'm supposed to be your bestie, IS MY SPOT BEING REPLACED??

↪️ynuser no, stop being dramatic

↪️tomblyth baby, leave them alone, let them dream of each other

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↪️joshyn HUH???^^^

↪️ynuser @/tomblyth delete that now

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Ynuser Maybe I can see your appeal for Coriolanus

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Rachelzigler you stole those...🙄

↪️ynuser we are best friends what's yours is mine🤷🏾‍♀️

↪️rachelzigler be glad I love you

↪️ynuser love you more bestie

↪️ynfan2 mother is mothering😩

Tomblyth well I thought all the photos looked good except for the last one🥹

↪️rachelzigler you look as handsome as ever😘

↪️tomblyth thank you ml❤️

↪️ynuser ugh, if you look closely you will find me burning alive in their fire😩

↪️joshfan1 same Yn same

Joshandresrivera 🎶what about me🎶 🎶what about meeeee🎶

↪️ynuser you also look handsome as ever🫶🏾

↪️joshandresrivera thank you love❤️

↪️ynfan1 love???

↪️joshynfan it's giving power couple!!!

[hismourningflower]

for the record, i heard/saw ‘happy birthday’ from my dad, stepmom, mom & gran (very briefly) and one irl ‘friend.’

and this list is missing hayley on instagram, two friends from an overwatch streamer’s server, my two best friends on discord, yume on discord, at least seven people in a friend’s server and then the ecrin members. *it’s also missing the prettiest coco ever’s ask… ehe <3

wtf. thank you so much everyone who sent me happy birthday and gifted me something for my birthday. it ended awfully and with a lot of tears so here is hoping that the next march 6th treats me nicer and you’re all still here to celebrate with me again because even if it was a brief moment, yall did make it my best birthday ever. thank you guys so much, everyone.

and if you haven’t already, please check out the birthday masterlist (it’s in my pinned towards the bottom!) and support everyone who gifted me something 🥹🫶🏻

to those who did something for me, i will be finding out your birthdays whether you like it or not and you will be seeing me haunt you on your birthdays. (:

[sheepwithspecs]

Hello! It been a really really long time since I've been on this platform so I can only assume as much for others lol 😅 but anyway I was rewatching Coco and I randomly remembered a fanfic I read that was really well written and sweet on "Imector" and the family dynamics! I looked everywhere and finally found "Echar Agua Al Mar"! But it was only repost or excerpts. I saw someone saw this was your new account so! (Sorry for the long story 😅) but

TLDR: I was wondering what ever happened to Echar Agua Al Mar? Why not put up again? I loved the story, but I understand if you just scraped bc you wanted and that's it lol

P.s I'm glad you're still writing!

Hello!

Yes, I am the writer of Echar Agua al Mar! To answer your question, I guess the easiest answer is: "I never finished it and got tired of people constantly asking when it would be finished.". It didn't seem fair to my readers to constantly say things like "probably never, to be honest", so I took the story down.

It's a very long story, but a lot of inner-fandom conflict happened in 2019/2020 within the DP-Coco fandom (both in a particular discord server and with certain people) that really disillusioned me with the fandom as a whole. I have not interacted with the Coco fandom or its fans since then, and I don't have any intentions of returning. If I do decide to re-upload any old stories in the future, it will only be as a thank you to the people who still remember my work, rather than a return to the fandom. In addition, they will be finished 100%.

That being said, thank you for remembering me and my work all these years! It makes me feel so happy to know that something I created had an impact on someone to the point that they remembered it even after it vanished from the internet. 🥹

I hope this answers your question!

[cokowiii]

Hi coco just wanted to say that as someone who deals with chronic pain and illness it makes me happy to see cali act just like I do. Wether overworking themself or collapsing after a day of work. ( he’s just like me Fr)

But at the same time still being loved by everyone else ( esp Mikey hehe) and having their needs accommodated for. Just them still being useful and important to the plot without their sickness being their whole identity is so amazing to see. Like the rep is top tier in my opinion.

Also I love this series so freaking much thanks for creating it

( you don’t have to post/ answer this I just thought you should know)

I honestly always have a worry that I’m fuckin up something somewhere so this is rlly nice to read 🥹

Y’all rlly are super sweet oml

[rinneverse]

more birthday wishes utc!! i didn’t wanna flood dash again, hehe

@chaicomilk coco <33 thank you so much beloved :,,,) next round about the sun is such a cute way to express it. its so you; full of whimsy and cuteness and GAHHHFJAHDJA (ive had a bottle of soju so i apologize if my thoughts r messy GFJSHDJ)

@silkjade jade!!!!!! ahhh, thank you beloved🥹🥹 today has been a really really good one and i’d like to think so much of everyone’s wishes contributed to making that come true <3.. thank you jadie!! muah muah

@rafayelsheart THANK YOU REESIE MY DEAREST BELOVED!!! TODAY WAS VERY VERY WONDERFUL AND I HOPE YOURS WAS A GOOD DAY TOO!!!!

@amphoraei manu!!!! thank you so much <333 im sniffling and crying in the car rn you are so sweet :,)

@emortias KAI!!!!!! u are not late at all beloved, do not fret <3 thank u for the birthday wishes!! you are also such a dazzling presence on my dash and i love seeing your posts pop up frfr <33 ily!!

[finleyfenn]

The fabulous Coco has drawn another family portrait for us! 😍 This is Drafli, Alma, and Baldr, with their adorable orcling AND adorable kitten 🥹 They're from my book The Maid and the Orcs!

I remain in awe of Coco's beautiful work on these! Thank you so, so much Coco!

And for more from Coco: https://instagram.com/o0cocokitty0o

[savebylou]

thank you so much, you're adorable <3 🥹

(for context this is about your tags on my post 😭)

Your post make me cry. You really put into words my feelings as well. Thank you for writing that Coco.

If anyone hasn't yet go read Coco's post about One Direction in honor of their anniversary is so gorgeous.

I hope you have a lovely 1d annivwrsary day.

[copias-girl]

sobbing violently I’LL MISS U SM GHESTIE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

but i’m so so so happy that you found someone irl!!! lowkey was worried you’d be alone forever bc of your obsession with coco

but i digress.

fr tho, congrats Sugar!! we’re so proud of u 🥹

AAAAAA I KNOWWW IT FEELS LIKE THE END OF AN ERA FR 😭😭😭

Don’t worry tho I’ll still come on here to talk and stuff! <3 I’ve made friends on here that go deeper than Ghost

But ikr I literally thought I was gonna be alone forever too lol I’m probably just as surprised as you (if not more) that I actually found someone irl who lights my fire lmao

Thank you so much tho, that means a lot to me! 🩷🩷🩷🩷