Hey Just So You Know That Last Request About The Shampoo Has Been Requested And Written On Other Blogs

Hey just so you know that last request about the shampoo has been requested and written on other blogs

Oh well that was a bit crappy for them to do lol, I had no idea so I apologise, should I delete it or just leave it up? I mean I feel kinda bad leaving it up :( but thank you for letting me know lovely! <3 💕

ALSO, love ur writing! is very beautiful and expressive, i can see the scenarios clearly but at the same time feel them even if the actions are not the ones i would've taken. pls continue with ur amazing work 💕

CRYING!! Thank you so much for the kind words my love, you’ve made my day!! <33 you have no idea how much this means to me, I’m so happy you like my work!! <3 have a great day lovely!!

{{ps your other request is so cute! I’m working on it rn}}

 The Marauders era Master list

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Sirius Black -

With all my heart Chop chop!

Lazy morning

Take a little break

touch starved

James Potter -

gorgeous distraction Oh bloody hell Sun-kissed berries

One of those days

Needy

Restless nights

A bad day

lifeguard!James Potter

Lifeguard!James Potter - Sneaking

Summer lovin’ -18-

Strawberry picking

Remus Lupin -

Like a renaissance painting

Burnt toast

touch starved

lazy Sunday morning -18-

Camping

A small moment//Cowboy!Remus

The Saloon//Cowboy!Remus

Regulus Black -

Forever and always

French endearments

Slow dancing

✧Just a second more✧

{You and Alicent spend a cold morning in her bed}

!!sexual themes minors please go read something else!!

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Through a sleepy haze, Alicent seeks your warmth from underneath the covers, it’s a desperate need for your comfort, and you smile at the lovely sight of your wife, her brown curls spread across the cotton pillows her facial features are relaxed, and she’s so pretty underneath the early morning sun, it’s light dusting across her soft features as it peaks behind the curtains.

A sudden gust of wind seizes through the room as she immediately cuddles closer into your warmth, her arm slung over your hip, her face smushed against your chest, and she murmurs something incoherent.

“What was that, my love?” You whisper as she nuzzles her nose into your soft skin, your delicate fingers trace against her spine and you feel the goosebumps that arise from your gentle touch.

“It is cold” she whines, slowly coming out of her sleepy state, her lips grazing against your chest as her legs tangle themselves in yours trying to take whatever warmth she can from your body, you hum in contentment.

You’re taken by surprise when she starts pressing light kisses to your chest, traversing to your neck, “I love you my dear” she whispers, warm breath against your cheek, and you suddenly feel very flustered.

Your hand comes to cup her face gently brushing away a stray eyelash from her soft cheek, “I love you too sweetheart” you quietly express, and you can’t help the overwhelming desire to capture her supple lips in a loving kiss.

The action takes her by surprise at first before she pushes you against the bed, she leans over you before straddling your thighs, her hair falling around her face, you smile at just how beautiful your wife is and your hand reaches to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“You simply are a gift from the gods,” you say in awe of her beauty, and she rolls her eyes in jest a smile teetering on her lips.

“You are so sweet, my sweet girl” she smiles pressing kisses from the tip of your nose to your lips, her tongue hot against yours as she captures your moans in her mouth before pulling away with glossy red lips, “I think I know a way of warming up” she teases stealing another kiss from you once again.

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☾⋆AN/ My wife! I love her!

✧My precious boy✧

{Your son is an ugly reminder of the boy Aemond used to be}

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Aenys wasn’t like his brothers, he was more reserved preferring to sit by himself in the library reading about dragons and old Valyria, the boy was only seven yet he knew more about the histories of Westeros then than his siblings.

He had an impeccable talent with the brush, painting beautiful pictures of whatever was on his mind, he often spoke through them more than actual words you found.

Aenys however was dragon-less and often missed out on sword practice much to Aemond’s dismay, “He is seven and has yet even tried to acquaint himself with a dragon let alone even visited the dragon pit” your husband sighs in frustration his arms wrap around your waist bringing your back into his chest.

He stands behind you in contemplation taking in the warmth of your soft body, eye patch discarded somewhere within the room, “Perhaps you should talk to him” you smile taking one of his hands and pressing a meaningful kiss to his knuckles before he moves away from your warmth.

The horrible truth is that Aemond doesn’t know how to talk to Aenys, his youngest son, he doesn’t know to stop seeing his own reflection deep within his child how to stop the burning hate that seems the spread across his skin whenever he looks Aenys in the eyes, the remainder of himself almost taunts Aemond in ways he couldn’t describe, and he hates himself for it.

A horrifying reminder of all Aemond used to be, a fragile, scared little boy who was in desperate need of a gentle loving mother, clinging to her side whenever he felt less than others, and a father that he needed who could show him right from wrong teach him how to be strong so he needn’t clutch at his mother’s dress.

He hates the guilt that drowns his heart whenever he looks at his youngest son, how he wishes he didn’t feel such anguish towards his boy.

He doesn’t reply to your suggestion instead he hums quietly, “Mother!— Mother!” You smile at Aenys who comes running around the corner with a very tired knight following behind him, “Look! I painted this for grandsire” he beams with a huge smile splayed across his face small specs of paint staining his hands and cheeks.

He shows you a beautiful painting of Balerion flying amongst clouds during sunrise, “Oh my precious boy, this is wonderful” a sense of pride blooms in your chest as you look down at your son holding his artwork, “I’m sure Viserys would love this my dear” you smile pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

You glance back at Aemond who isn’t even looking, “My dear isn’t this amazing?” You tug on Aemond’s sleeve trying to catch his attention but you get nothing just a simple ‘hmm’ before he walks away leaving your son with a disappointed smile.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m sure your father is very impressed” you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, “Let’s go take this to Viserys, Hmm?” You suggest as Aenys nods his head enthusiastically, you take his small hand in yours leading him to the king's bed-chambers.

“Aemond, would it kill you to at least try and talk to him? He is your son— he is your blood” you beg, the hour is late and you’re tired but you can’t let another day go by where Aenys is met with isolating silence from his own father, “Please Aemond” it’s a final desperate plea, looking at him as you thread your fingers through his soft hair.

He looks at you with a concern painted over his sharp face moving from your gentle touch, “My sons will learn how to wield sword and shield, my sons will ride dragons, they will become warriors”

Frustration creeps up on you lighting your skin on fire.

“Aenys is no son of mine” it’s a painful thing to say, and the words catch in Aemond’s throat leaving a horrid taste in his mouth.

You look at him with disgust in your eyes and it sends a cold shiver through Aemond's lean body, “How dare you.” You whisper through gritted teeth your nails digging crescent shapes into your palm, “He looks up to you Aemond, it would break his heart to hear you speak like this— talk to your son” you sigh in frustration and there’s an uncomfortable feeling that wedges itself between you and your husband.

“TELL ME HOW!” He screams desperation straining his voice as his eye well up with tears that carry a mean mixture of guilt and anger, “Tell me how— how can I talk to him without feeling hate coursing through my body” his voice trembles, and you’re left in shock.

“And what exactly do you mean by that Aemond?— I would be very careful with your next words if I were you” he looks at you hurt very evident on his face.

Aemond sighs heavily sitting by you on the bed you move away from him slightly, “When I look at him all I see is myself— I am reminded of the things they used to say about me, their laughter mocking me-“ he trails off hands running through his hair, “- I can not stop seeing myself within all, all the terrible memories” he doesn’t make eye contact with you far to scared of your reaction.

“Aemond, you fool— of course, you will see yourself in him, he is your son” you shift closer to him, “Aenys thinks that you hate him for no good reason, and you need to fix that Aemond because I will not stand by and watch anyone, especially his own father treat him with anything other than kindness and respect” You kiss his cheek before standing from the bed.

Aemond looks up at you with curiosity, “There is more to bond over your son with than swords and strength, talk to him about old Valyria, teach him high Valyrian take him to see the dragons, you have more in common than you allow yourself to believe. Talk to your son Aemond, do not take after your father" And with that, you walk out of the room leaving your husband confused and hurt with much to think about.

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☾⋆AN// another piece I found in the depths of my notes app that I’m currently trying to clean up, anyway I hope you enjoyed it!! <3

Requests are open btw! <3

Hello!

I was wondering if you could make more leon x fem! Reader content because it’s really got me kicking my feet! 🤭

Oh yeah of course sweetheart!! If anyone has any ideas please let me know! I would very much appreciate it!! <3