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litchifaerie · 5 months ago

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Guilty as Sin [Aemond Targaryen]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Welcome back dear niece.

The crown jewel has finally returned to the court.

See you in the evening.”

~ A. T.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#jia.writes ♡#would tremendously appreciate your thoughts on this. i need criticism to do better next time. reblogs and likes are much appreciated too!!#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen oneshot #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fluff #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon

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theheroandthehoodlum · 1 day ago

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♡ Happy Birthday Dallas Winston ♡

Johnny was the only one who didn't forget Dally's birthday ♡ (It doesn't matter what's in the box, it's from Johnny ♡ :'3)

@outsidersweek

#outsiders week 2024 #happy birthday dally!!!#I don't know why Dally turned out looking like Moomin ...#prompt is Johnny but I went with Jally =D♡#can be interpreted as both friendship and romantic♡#dallas winston #johnny cade #the hero and the hoodlum #the outsiders #the outsiders fanart #jally #doodle of the day #headcanon Johnny is the only one who remembers his birthday but I think maybe Two-Bit would too :3 #reblogs much appreciated ♡

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phobiacoms · 2 years ago

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I constantly go back to the movies just to see them.

#legolas #gimli #gimli son of gloin #gigolas #lotr #lord of the rings #fanart #digital art #i love these 2 sososooooooo much #Gimli specifically!!#kinda wanted to do something fun to experiment with character designs for them #this performed like shit on twitter so i appreciate you guys liking this ♡#thank you guys for the love for gimli #i just thought it would be funny to draw a scene where legolas is just there instead of helping him #mine #brart

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kuromi-hoemie · 4 months ago

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being like 5’2” - 5’4” is so attractive to me like omg ur head fits right under my chin and right in my tits ♡⁠ let me hold you. i love being a tall girl

#im not picky about height. i do have a preference for shorter ppl tho 🙈#i just like being bigger hehe. like augh i love how u fit in my arms i love how i curl around u when we spoon i can hold u so close #im basically a giant teddy bear that holds u back n keeps u cozy. but also being small means ur so easy to fold n toss around 😩💕#i want to be big and comfy like.. my arms r always a good place to relax 💆🏾‍♀️#we can trade places sometimes‚ i won't say no 😏💕 but i wanna take care of you 💐🧎🏾‍♀️ this is already fulfilling for me #literally the most peaceful thing in the world #also luv to lean down or get on my knees sometimes for someone shorter than me. i am a hugger i am wrapping my arms #around ur waist and squeezing us together (but not too much). i enjoy being pressed against each other #having to hug someone over the shoulders out of convenience is always like nooo i give really good hugs i promise #lost the plot here folks.. this is a short person appreciation post ♡ ⁠that was very hot of you #my easily excitable heart thanks u 🙈 im so drawn to u like waow 👉🏾👈🏾 hi #god..

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sskk-manifesto · 4 months ago

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Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple and how “ability users” (opposite to “normal people”) learning to accept themselves through the acceptance of their own abilities is a queer metaphor of acceptance of own's sexual orientation and gender: an essay by me

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #About: Dead Apple. Watched this a while ago with a friend and it was a lot of fun!!!#If you're reading this: thank you so much for hanging out with me I had such a good time (ㅅ´ ˘ )♡#Next to general considerations: wow they were right that Bungou Stray Dogs movie sure can Bungou Stray Dogs #It's always nice to see the detailed animation and elaborate backgrounds of movies. The animation quality compared to the manga is–#definitely noticeable and it's nice to see. That said... I still like the season 2 art style more? And I'm speaking strictly of art style.#The s2 one looks more soft and smooth while the da one is so much more rough.#The plot is... Very bsd-esque I don't think there's anything to add.#In my opinion Kyouka's arc is the one that turned out best tbh. I really like her narrative development and personal growth in this movie.#I like the complexity of her state of mind. how full of contradiction she is. I especially appreciate the recurring small changes of–#expression that indicate how she thinks differently from Atsushi even if she doesn't voice them. The fight between her cynicism and her–#kind nature. It's all very interesting.#Atsushi's development is interesting too. Although all the open questions about his ability we still have kind of leave me frustrated #I don't feel very strongly about Akutagawa in this movie? I mean‚ he's there. The ss/kk scenes are always great and in character and a joy–#to witness no matter what they do. He just doesn't shine particularly? Or at least personally I dont find the “proving my strength against–#myself” narrative arc to be particularly interesting. Imo it was a lot better flashed out in the da stage play! With the complexity that–#the dialogues with Chuuya added to the character. Dazai attacking him. And especially Aktgw understanding that Rashomon wasn't testing Aktg #but rather only expressing that unstoppable rage that is also Aktgw's own. About that I checked out the play and I really liked it!!#I only watched highlights (aka: ss/kk and chuu/aku scenes) but there's some stuff I really like. I like the conflict between Aktgw and–#Chuuya and how Chuuya messes up with Aktgw at first maliciously and then amiably. It's interesting how Atsushi himself observes that Kyouka #and Akutagawa get along. And especially the sskk almost-handholding and Atsushi saying Akutagawa has a nice profile were cute akjdhbsawhjb #Next. Da really is shipping paradise (╥﹏╥) Sorry but... It is. oda/zai. daz/atsu. ss/kk. s/kk. fuku/mori. chuu/aku. It really has everythin #and the moments are so good!!!! What else. Wish we'd see more of Tsujimura. And Christie. And women in general tbh.#Also‚‚‚‚‚ Atsushi's tiger form in this movie is ATROCIOUS. I've said it before but it's crazy how a franchises that relies so heavily on–#fanservice came up with something this hideous. Man the movie overall was pretty but Atsushi sure wasn't. Firmly stand by the belief–#that only Akutagawa would find that form attractive.#Oh last note. honestly if we're ready to accept a movie where an antidote has effect AFTER the person has effectively died then we really–#can't complain about any kind of insanity the manga brings up #random rambles

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natsukishinomiyaswife · 2 months ago

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Ahhhhhhhh!! ♡♡♡ Look at her!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

A big thank you to Felle (@fell-fell) for this amazing art of Lydia ♡

I absolutely love it, and I can't thank you enough!! ♡♡♡♡ She looks so good ahhhhhh I'm so honored you'd want to draw her!! ♡♡♡♡

Thank you so much!!! ♡♡♡♡

#♡.twst oc #♡.lydia #♡.felle #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #disney twst oc #thank you again ♡#i appreciate you taking the time to draw her so much!! ♡♡♡♡

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edenfire · 5 days ago

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💝🎁 Advent Calendar RESTOCK 🎁💝

I have restocked my shuake advent calendars, and now I only have 3 left!! thank you so much to everyone who has supported me so far, and if you haven't yet, make sure to grab one while you can~🌟✨️✨️

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#shuake #goro akechi #akira kurusu #persona 5 #p5 #advent calendar #ahh thank you so so much to everyone who has bought one so far!!#this has been such a passion project for me #and ive loved creating for it #if it continues to do well i might try to make a new one next year👀#tho lets not get ahead of ourselves XD #this one is for you shuake nation!!!#love yall #and ofc shares are always appreciated!!💗💞💞#♡♡♡♡♡♡#merch #my merch #shitty #(< that's my art tag)

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rosylamb · 8 months ago

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Dearest friends ♡

I deleted my new blog, and came here to delete this one as well.

As I am going to be honest, and say I am dealing with a lot.

My father, who I have mentioned before is in hospice, took a turn for the worst, and is getting closer to the end I think.

I have to work, study, and take care of many others.

The pressure to reply to asks, comments, and post outfits when I am struggling .. has been a lot. I do not want to let anyone down, but am not feeling as social with all that is happening.

I wanted a bit of peace, comfort, and time to myself during what has been a very difficult time in my life honestly.

Losing my father is .. I cannot describe what it has been like or the sort of grief I have been trying to manage.

There are some genuinely wonderful people here though, who appreciate me being here and brighten my day.

I love, and am so SO very thankful for those sweet friends ♡

So for you I would like to stay! I am not sure what that looks like right now, whether it is fixing up this blog to my comfort level or creating a new one, but I will think about it.

Will you please pray for me, and my father, during this time though?

Giving a big hug, and lots and *lots* of love to every kind and wonderful soul here — Rosy xo

#♡#this was really difficult to open up about #i am so sensitive and struggling with all that is happenening with my father right now admittedly #but God willing i would like to still be present in some way for all my sweet friends #thank you if you pray for me and my family !#i appreciate it SO much !!#sending love and many warm hugs ♡#please take care and all the best to you ~ ! ♡

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tekimoroll · 9 months ago

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just an emo boy and his pretty gf

#i got this from @/pavitrarchive #credits to Lauren Sassen #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #concept art #pavitr prabhakar #gayatri singh #words can't describe how much I love them!#appreciation post ♡

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weoris · 1 month ago

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━━━ drinking ﹐ non idol ﹐ skinship ‎ ⦂ 1𝓀 ��𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗰𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍. 🐇 신 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨!

lee heeseung

heeseung was the handsome bartender at the cruise you met when you were all alone, sighing and watching your friends party around.. offered you a drink on the house, and even a dance when his shift had ended.. you thought you should’ve said no, but when you looked up at his pretty bambi-like face.. his honey voice chuckling at your sparkly eyes that were in awe, you couldn’t help but say yes..

after a few more drinks, he took your almost unconscious self to your room, laying you down on the bed and pulling you away when you kissed him, acting from the rush of alcohol. that night, you ended up emotionally rambling to heeseung about how your boyfriend had dumped you before the trip, your friends being there with their boyfriends while you were all alone..

heeseung listened to your words all night, held your hair back when you threw up, slept on the ground on your side, before your sleepy protests for him to sleep with you.. you immediately smiled and cuddle up to him when he came up, but then just as quickly, you fell asleep. he chuckled and admired your sleeping face, brushing your hair back and getting out from the bed.

( not before leaving a little note ) ‘ call me when you wake up, pretty ♡ my number’s on the back. I had a fun time tonight, don’t drink too much next time! goodnight ~ oh and.. the lipstick stain you left on my shirt isn’t going away, help me out, will ya? ’

park jongseong

first annoyed that your cheesy parents had signed up for surfing lessons for this holiday, your annoyance went completely away when you saw your instructor.. water droplets cascaded down his chest and abs with a little smile.. especially when he saw your big eyes staring at him.

you were a nervous wreck the whole time, gulping and shaking slightly. especially when he touched your waist and let out little chuckles by your ear at how you reddened up. “Wow.. you’re a natural~” he teased, making you giggle nervously again, not noticing how your parents had fallen off their surfboards for the nth time..

you looked forward to every lesson, jay would flirt with you, you’d blush and giggle.. he’d hold your hand, put his hands delicately on your waist and brush away your hair.. all apparently in the form of teaching. he saw your pout on the last day of your vacation and sighed, chuckling softly.. he gently grabbed your wrist and took you to some place away from your parents.

“Don’t be so upset, you were my favourite student~” he said, making you smile shyly again. “It sounds weird when you say that..” he raised his eyebrows again at your words and hummed teasingly. “Does this?” he whispered, and pressed a soft kiss to your sunburnt cheek.. making you widen your eyes and blush furiously. he ruffled your hair and chuckled, walking away.. the last time you ever saw him.

sim jaeyun

suntanning! beaches! magazines! was what you were excited for when going to the beach for a little family vacation.. what you didn’t expect was getting sprinkled with water by a couple of guys who jumped and played around like kids in the sea.. this was a beach, but you didn’t expect your magazine and hair to be soaking wet and your drink to be ruined already..

you huffed and scowled at the guys, not noticing one of them coming out of the sea. “Hey, I’m so sorry about that..” A pretty brunette came up to you, his muscles and abs glistening from the ocean water and sunlight. you raised your eyebrow and couldn’t help but check him out through your sunglasses. “Oh.. it’s no worries..” you said in a slightly annoyed tone, but with a tiny smile.

he noticed you looking him up and down, making him chuckle and roll his eyes, gazing at your little black and white two-piece as well.. “How about I make it up to you.. I’m jake, wanna get a drink or something?” You scoffed in surprise at his forwardness. “How about another cosmopolitan from the stands as well?” you teased, waving your wet magazine in your hands. he huffed but chuckled.. “Anything you’d like..”

you never got his number, you only kept that summer. coming to the beach everyday, excusing it for tanning and enjoying the sun. when really it was for the pretty boy who always had a sunshine smile. and always made sure to get you a piña colada, a new magazine and a kiss to the cheek.

park sunghoon

the snowy swiss woods were not something you were expecting for your summer vacation. after a few days of brooding in the cold, you decided to get some fresh air and take a walk outside the cabin. walking a few minutes away, you didn’t think you’d find another person here.. let alone someone so.. ethereal gliding on the ice. his jacket had on the chest pocket, ‘park sunghoon’

you didn’t even realise you were staring until he caught you.. your cheeks turned even more red, and he shyly gulped and looked away. but you looked back at him and pursed your lips. “A—are you visiting?” you softly said, making him look up again and nod slowly. “Yeah.. I—I’m competing here in two weeks..”

sunghoon knew it was weird to talk to a random girl during his stay, but with the way you were complimenting his skills so much and how you had the simple thing of speaking the same language as him, he found it sort of comforting. he didn’t even realise he had been talking to you the whole night and hadn’t been practising.

he dreaded your last day.. knowing he had to compete the day after. hoon had spent the whole trip talking to you outside your cabins, or having you cheer while he practised. “I’ll see you on tv!” you tried to comfort him, knowing he wanted you to see him perform live. he put on a smile and nodded, fighting back the pleas to make you stay. “Of course.. cheer when you see me~” hoon replied with a soft pat to your head, seeing your bright smile and listening to your soft giggle for the last time.

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darling-renyuu · 2 months ago

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and time can't stop me quite like you did; auron & rook

fic summary: just rook, and how red became their favorite color. a/n: this popped into my head and i had to write it down before i lose it forever. also, my rook's side of the whole thing (but hehe i hope you like it (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)) word count: 845 words

the first time was a well-hidden farce.

his hands were shaking minutely as he spoke words that meant everything and nothing all at once. ones he had rehearsed over and over and over in front of a mirror until he went insane - but he was not sitting face to face with his own soul. no, not at all.

he asked himself once: how can someone be so unknown and so familiar to him all at once? how can someone be so like and unlike him?

his red hair made his vision blur, yet why do his veins yearn to flow through them? when did red make him feel so alive? when did brown eyes feel so cold?

it's truly odd.

everything about him makes his blood thrum and sing songs of unwritten epilogues. like stars etched with scarlet thread in his skin, longing to return to the heights. he's ecstatic when sanguine fills his periphery until its all he could think about. words and jargon blur on his screen, forming a silhouette that makes his heart yearn.

the second time was an instinct.

he should have felt fear. that's what they've taught them in school, right? red means a warning. a blaring message telling you to stop and run away.

though, red feels warm amongst the candles. intimate, with the light dancing around his hair and making him glow. he knows from those brown eyes that his soul is cold and battered and broken down until poisoned shards remain.

with every drop of wine, he could feel himself pressing his ear to the shattered mirror to hear the faint thump of a heart. the edges bite into his skin, but he smiles.

he feels like a fool; a happy fool. one who bares out a piece of his being to let this blood-soaked dagger lodge itself into the softness underneath.

grabbing his chin was an instinct. he needed to brand himself into his memory just like he had for him. he wanted hazel eyes to tint his vision just like brown eyes had for him.

it was a gamble, a risk, but it was a calling. it was a glint of something more that went beyond silly fantasies and fiction. it was as if his offer could put words to paper and make them come alive.

and it did.

the third was an epiphany.

the festivities were nothing compared to the joy he felt when that red appeared once again. he realized that red meant something new; an intriguing vulnerability, like blood underneath hardened skin, coiled around barbed bones.

he wanted to catch a glimpse of the man in an ivory tower. the man whose walls were crawling with crimson-tainted ivy, his gardens filled with fire and fury.

and somehow, in between, where the heavens and the earth meet, he did.

speaking so candidly with him felt odd. like seeing snow on the beach. so, so strange, but beautiful.

it was if they were circling each other, entangling themselves in a song and dance where their eyes and skin communicate for them.

his lips, bitten until they looked like cherries; his cheeks, blooming in rose... and that addicting scarlet bleeding like ink into the sheets.

before he knows it, red has become his favorite color.

Rook's eyes blink open, groaning softly. His hips hurt like hell, but hey, at least last night's shenanigans weren't some dream that would fade in the morning...

The ceiling of Auron's penthouse greets him, and he snuggles right back into the covers like a darling thing.

Like some kind of rare event, Auron was still asleep. The sun greets his peaceful form, the invisible string tying his brows together was not pulled taut for once. Rook simply stops, focusing on how his arm fits snugly against his waist, how his breaths slowly synched with his.

That article he read pops up in his mind again. The one about a pair of heartbeats synching when being in close proximity. Would theirs do that too? Would the silence be adorned with two heartbeats, seemingly fitting into the quiet as one?

He swallows, resting his cheek back into the pillow. He laughs softly to himself, thinking of all the ways Auron would chide him when he wakes up. Maybe something about "watching him in his sleep" or something.

And yet, even if they were entwined a few hours prior, he longs to touch. To feel, once again, the hum of his pulse against his fingertips. One that his soul is willing to echo.

He slowly brushes a finger against his cheek, his breath catching in anticipation. He knows he doesn't need to be so soft. His heart says otherwise.

And so, with a swipe of his thumb against his cheekbone, he lets out a breath with a quiver. His hazel eyes catch the sunlight. If ever Auron were to awaken at this moment, he would see red in the color of love; a subtle thing, something cautious and curious, blooming in the cracks.

for the fourth, time stops like it never had before.

writing belongs to @/darling-renyuu. please do not repost. art belongs to @/jackieeleanor.

#yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice shattered #yuurivoice rook #ren’s writing ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚#hiiiii i would very much appreciate constructive criticism!

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