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“kento please,” you plead, eyes wide and lip drawn into a full pout.
he sighs, staring at the little keychain in your hand. he of course, already knows he’s going to say yes, how is he supposed to deny that sweet face of yours? even if it is a face attached to the person with the most atrocious spending habits he’s ever seen.
“princess,” he starts, “you have ten other keychains just like that one.”
“but this one is super rare,” you exclaim, jutting your lip out even further. kento stares at you, hands itching to reach for his wallet and shove it into your waiting hands even as his mind tells him he should probably at least put up a fight, give a false sense of responsibility.
but before his brain can catch up, his mouth is already speaking.
“well I suppose when you put it like that.”
he takes the keychain from you and bends down, kissing your forehead. you squeal excitedly and blabber out your gratitude as the two of you walk to the counter.
“you really should work on your spending, one of these days you’ll end up on that hoarding show.”
“psh, as if you’ll let me get that bad.”
his heart warms that you trust him to take care of you that much.
“I don’t think you know how hard it is to say no to you, my love.”
you smile and lean up to kiss him.
“then we can be hoarders together. we’ll live in a maze of my collectibles.”
the image of that comes to mind and normally he’d be appalled, but imagining the grin on your face when you get a new thing… kento thinks it might just be worth it.
speaking to you with a heavy heart on behalf of my family who urgently need help.
The war has destroyed everything we own.
It destroyed everything my husband and I built for these children.
Now we don't have anything, We do not have the price of rent, or education. We want you to contribute to open a project for my husband, please.
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I forgot who requested it but here you go (a 1 year ago request :D mb love)
previous | aftermath
≣ Haitani Ran
A man stood outside his high-end office, as his hand extended to the sky where water droplets fell to his hand. Rain. Roppongi's other side took on an eerie atmosphere as the rain poured relentlessly. He once love the rain, but now it’s just a hollower experience. A notification drew his attention, revealing messages from his dear brother who couldn't pick him up due to additional errands. Letting out a sigh, he loosened his tie and swiftly stashed his essentials into his briefcase before embarking on a run in the rain.
Not caring the expense of his suit, he dashed through the rain, indifference showing in his disregard for the dampening effect on his luxurious attire. Raindrops accompanied him as he hurried through the streets between office buildings and Sakurazaka Park. His steps halted abruptly upon catching the faint echo of a familiar laugh, a sound that once held a special place in his memory. Searching to pinpoint the source, his gaze eventually landed on a figure reveling in the rain. As he approached the railway for a clearer view, the dimly illuminated park made it hard to identify.
In the shadowy ambiance, the figure moved closer to a streetlight, revealing their identity. Ran's eyes widened, his lips quivering as he recognized you. A hopeful smile formed on his face as he attempted to call your name, only to witness a pair of hands wrapping around your body. Both of you laughed joyfully in the rain, oblivious to his shattered heart as he stood above, watching the person who now accompanied you in your playful moment.
His fingers tightened around the cold metal of the railway as he watched the two of you. Memories flooded his mind, and he swallowed the painful lump in his throat, witnessing you dancing with another man who now held you as dearly as he once did.
Now he understands why he once loved the rain.
≣ Wakasa Imaushi
‘Oh, how draining it is being in this house full of shit that I could not even understand how this hatred developed in my heart, proudly I once said to my heart he was the one for me. The one that would bring joy to the pain and guilt I was forced to carry. The man who once bowed to my presence now only bestowed upon me as a stranger. The one whose respect and tenderness only showed to me is gone as a current wind that passes by. Oh, if once I was not blind as a deer to light, I would’ve sworn to never be in any of his presence and avoid any circumstances that lead me to him.’ His grip on the note tightens as he keeps reading each paragraph to paragraph, letter by letter.
‘Oh, that man, that man, I hate him. I despise him. I loathe him for the way he acts towards me, the calloused hands that wipe the tears falling from my eyes. The way he spoke to me in his honey-like voice, the way he calmed me down, pulled me close to him. Oh, I hate it. Those memories we shared are nothing but a lousy decision I had made before.’
‘Wakasa Imaushi. The man you are, the man I loved dearly. As you read this note, I will be gone. Gone from anything you wish me beforehand. I have forgiven you for the way you spoke ill behind my back, used my words against me, married me for my wealth and I have discovered instances of your infidelity within our relationship. I hope this is what you seek. I wish what you’ve wished before would go to you as your plan. I will not bear more guilt than I brought to my family for marrying a man like you.’
Tears began to stream down his face as he gripped the letter in his hand close to his heart. Pouring his heart out as he cries to the regret and guilt formed in his chest, begging the ones above to help him in any sort of way. The limp, cold body of yours beside him bears witness to the deeds and sins he has committed into marrying you for his own good. Now he must bear the judgment of your family's wrath and the ones above.
≣ Shiba Taiju
Clutching the cross tightly in his rough hands, he whispered prayers under his breath. The church, being unusual lively early in the morning, bustled with people coming and going. For him, this day held unparalleled significance, long-awaited and now unfolding before his eyes as he adorned himself in special attire. Casting his gaze across the church decorated with flowers, ribbons, and ties around the pews, he couldn't help but murmur, "Fresh," as he lowered his head to inhale the fragrance of a flower, a nostalgic reminder of the days when it was a gift presented before knocking at his favorite door. His eyes scanned the church's windows, capturing the sight of you, smiling alongside your family, a scene that sent his heart into a gentle flutter. Sighing wistfully, he tore his attention away to finish getting dressed. Standing tall on the aisle, he observed the joyous chatter of people, happiness radiating from their faces, just as the door behind them creaked open, heralding the beginning of a momentous day.
Taiju's gaze fixed on you, his heart skipping a beat as memories flooded back to the moments he first fell for you. Dressed in all white, you smiled, taking in the surroundings before your eyes locked onto his where he always felt like a puddle, seeing reflections of himself. Each step you took resonated with the songs and choir of people around, echoing the same dream he once had when he tenderly kissed your soft hand. Gritting his teeth and tightly balling his fist, he fought to maintain his composure, all the while your father beamed with affection as he gazed upon you.
As you walked down the aisle, embodying the dream he once envisioned, Taiju stood on the side, eagerly anticipating the moment when vows would be exchanged. As you reached him, you paused, sharing a heartfelt smile before turning your attention to the person you were about to marry. Taiju's gaze shifted down to the book in his hands as he carefully articulated the vows of The Marital Sacrament.
Choosing god's path was never his intention, let alone what you thought until you found yourself feeling betrayed by the letter in your hand that he wrote saying he is leaving you to Italy for choosing the path he has abandoned, asking you to move on and choose your own path. Leaving you alone with the hopes of him marrying you, and having the family he once said to you. The kiss you shared, the love you two built crumbles down as nothing he once had promised not to. Letting the pain and betrayal aside to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart as you force yourself to keep on the pace of life.
No sorry. No Guilt. No bid thee adieu.
Finding yourself in an engagement with your childhood friend, he mentioned having someone to assist in the marriage process. This reintroduced you to him after several years of his absence. As you met him again, the expression on his face failed to stir any emotions within you. Perhaps it was a testament to your acceptance of reality and his well-intentioned actions. The blame, you realized, lay not with either of you for choosing separate paths but rather with him for the approach he had taken. For the past few days, he had persistently tried to reach out, seeking to talk with you. Yet, you remained steadfast in your silence, refraining from responding to any of his calls or messages. It was only on the day you exchanged vows with the man you chose to marry that you encountered him once more. Gripping the Marital Sacrament, he bore witness to the solemn ceremony, watching the love of his life commit herself to another. The silent agony in his eyes mirrored the great realization that you were now bound to someone else.
I forgot who requested it but here you go (a 1 year ago request :D mb love)
previous | aftermath
≣ Haitani Ran
A man stood outside his high-end office, as his hand extended to the sky where water droplets fell to his hand. Rain. Roppongi's other side took on an eerie atmosphere as the rain poured relentlessly. He once love the rain, but now it’s just a hollower experience. A notification drew his attention, revealing messages from his dear brother who couldn't pick him up due to additional errands. Letting out a sigh, he loosened his tie and swiftly stashed his essentials into his briefcase before embarking on a run in the rain.
Not caring the expense of his suit, he dashed through the rain, indifference showing in his disregard for the dampening effect on his luxurious attire. Raindrops accompanied him as he hurried through the streets between office buildings and Sakurazaka Park. His steps halted abruptly upon catching the faint echo of a familiar laugh, a sound that once held a special place in his memory. Searching to pinpoint the source, his gaze eventually landed on a figure reveling in the rain. As he approached the railway for a clearer view, the dimly illuminated park made it hard to identify.
In the shadowy ambiance, the figure moved closer to a streetlight, revealing their identity. Ran's eyes widened, his lips quivering as he recognized you. A hopeful smile formed on his face as he attempted to call your name, only to witness a pair of hands wrapping around your body. Both of you laughed joyfully in the rain, oblivious to his shattered heart as he stood above, watching the person who now accompanied you in your playful moment.
His fingers tightened around the cold metal of the railway as he watched the two of you. Memories flooded his mind, and he swallowed the painful lump in his throat, witnessing you dancing with another man who now held you as dearly as he once did.
Now he understands why he once loved the rain.
≣ Wakasa Imaushi
‘Oh, how draining it is being in this house full of shit that I could not even understand how this hatred developed in my heart, proudly I once said to my heart he was the one for me. The one that would bring joy to the pain and guilt I was forced to carry. The man who once bowed to my presence now only bestowed upon me as a stranger. The one whose respect and tenderness only showed to me is gone as a current wind that passes by. Oh, if once I was not blind as a deer to light, I would’ve sworn to never be in any of his presence and avoid any circumstances that lead me to him.’ His grip on the note tightens as he keeps reading each paragraph to paragraph, letter by letter.
‘Oh, that man, that man, I hate him. I despise him. I loathe him for the way he acts towards me, the calloused hands that wipe the tears falling from my eyes. The way he spoke to me in his honey-like voice, the way he calmed me down, pulled me close to him. Oh, I hate it. Those memories we shared are nothing but a lousy decision I had made before.’
‘Wakasa Imaushi. The man you are, the man I loved dearly. As you read this note, I will be gone. Gone from anything you wish me beforehand. I have forgiven you for the way you spoke ill behind my back, used my words against me, married me for my wealth and I have discovered instances of your infidelity within our relationship. I hope this is what you seek. I wish what you’ve wished before would go to you as your plan. I will not bear more guilt than I brought to my family for marrying a man like you.’
Tears began to stream down his face as he gripped the letter in his hand close to his heart. Pouring his heart out as he cries to the regret and guilt formed in his chest, begging the ones above to help him in any sort of way. The limp, cold body of yours beside him bears witness to the deeds and sins he has committed into marrying you for his own good. Now he must bear the judgment of your family's wrath and the ones above.
≣ Shiba Taiju
Clutching the cross tightly in his rough hands, he whispered prayers under his breath. The church, being unusual lively early in the morning, bustled with people coming and going. For him, this day held unparalleled significance, long-awaited and now unfolding before his eyes as he adorned himself in special attire. Casting his gaze across the church decorated with flowers, ribbons, and ties around the pews, he couldn't help but murmur, "Fresh," as he lowered his head to inhale the fragrance of a flower, a nostalgic reminder of the days when it was a gift presented before knocking at his favorite door. His eyes scanned the church's windows, capturing the sight of you, smiling alongside your family, a scene that sent his heart into a gentle flutter. Sighing wistfully, he tore his attention away to finish getting dressed. Standing tall on the aisle, he observed the joyous chatter of people, happiness radiating from their faces, just as the door behind them creaked open, heralding the beginning of a momentous day.
Taiju's gaze fixed on you, his heart skipping a beat as memories flooded back to the moments he first fell for you. Dressed in all white, you smiled, taking in the surroundings before your eyes locked onto his where he always felt like a puddle, seeing reflections of himself. Each step you took resonated with the songs and choir of people around, echoing the same dream he once had when he tenderly kissed your soft hand. Gritting his teeth and tightly balling his fist, he fought to maintain his composure, all the while your father beamed with affection as he gazed upon you.
As you walked down the aisle, embodying the dream he once envisioned, Taiju stood on the side, eagerly anticipating the moment when vows would be exchanged. As you reached him, you paused, sharing a heartfelt smile before turning your attention to the person you were about to marry. Taiju's gaze shifted down to the book in his hands as he carefully articulated the vows of The Marital Sacrament.
Choosing god's path was never his intention, let alone what you thought until you found yourself feeling betrayed by the letter in your hand that he wrote saying he is leaving you to Italy for choosing the path he has abandoned, asking you to move on and choose your own path. Leaving you alone with the hopes of him marrying you, and having the family he once said to you. The kiss you shared, the love you two built crumbles down as nothing he once had promised not to. Letting the pain and betrayal aside to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart as you force yourself to keep on the pace of life.
No sorry. No Guilt. No bid thee adieu.
Finding yourself in an engagement with your childhood friend, he mentioned having someone to assist in the marriage process. This reintroduced you to him after several years of his absence. As you met him again, the expression on his face failed to stir any emotions within you. Perhaps it was a testament to your acceptance of reality and his well-intentioned actions. The blame, you realized, lay not with either of you for choosing separate paths but rather with him for the approach he had taken. For the past few days, he had persistently tried to reach out, seeking to talk with you. Yet, you remained steadfast in your silence, refraining from responding to any of his calls or messages. It was only on the day you exchanged vows with the man you chose to marry that you encountered him once more. Gripping the Marital Sacrament, he bore witness to the solemn ceremony, watching the love of his life commit herself to another. The silent agony in his eyes mirrored the great realization that you were now bound to someone else.
I forgot who requested it but here you go (a 1 year ago request :D mb love)
previous | aftermath
≣ Haitani Ran
A man stood outside his high-end office, as his hand extended to the sky where water droplets fell to his hand. Rain. Roppongi's other side took on an eerie atmosphere as the rain poured relentlessly. He once love the rain, but now it’s just a hollower experience. A notification drew his attention, revealing messages from his dear brother who couldn't pick him up due to additional errands. Letting out a sigh, he loosened his tie and swiftly stashed his essentials into his briefcase before embarking on a run in the rain.
Not caring the expense of his suit, he dashed through the rain, indifference showing in his disregard for the dampening effect on his luxurious attire. Raindrops accompanied him as he hurried through the streets between office buildings and Sakurazaka Park. His steps halted abruptly upon catching the faint echo of a familiar laugh, a sound that once held a special place in his memory. Searching to pinpoint the source, his gaze eventually landed on a figure reveling in the rain. As he approached the railway for a clearer view, the dimly illuminated park made it hard to identify.
In the shadowy ambiance, the figure moved closer to a streetlight, revealing their identity. Ran's eyes widened, his lips quivering as he recognized you. A hopeful smile formed on his face as he attempted to call your name, only to witness a pair of hands wrapping around your body. Both of you laughed joyfully in the rain, oblivious to his shattered heart as he stood above, watching the person who now accompanied you in your playful moment.
His fingers tightened around the cold metal of the railway as he watched the two of you. Memories flooded his mind, and he swallowed the painful lump in his throat, witnessing you dancing with another man who now held you as dearly as he once did.
Now he understands why he once loved the rain.
≣ Wakasa Imaushi
‘Oh, how draining it is being in this house full of shit that I could not even understand how this hatred developed in my heart, proudly I once said to my heart he was the one for me. The one that would bring joy to the pain and guilt I was forced to carry. The man who once bowed to my presence now only bestowed upon me as a stranger. The one whose respect and tenderness only showed to me is gone as a current wind that passes by. Oh, if once I was not blind as a deer to light, I would’ve sworn to never be in any of his presence and avoid any circumstances that lead me to him.’ His grip on the note tightens as he keeps reading each paragraph to paragraph, letter by letter.
‘Oh, that man, that man, I hate him. I despise him. I loathe him for the way he acts towards me, the calloused hands that wipe the tears falling from my eyes. The way he spoke to me in his honey-like voice, the way he calmed me down, pulled me close to him. Oh, I hate it. Those memories we shared are nothing but a lousy decision I had made before.’
‘Wakasa Imaushi. The man you are, the man I loved dearly. As you read this note, I will be gone. Gone from anything you wish me beforehand. I have forgiven you for the way you spoke ill behind my back, used my words against me, married me for my wealth and I have discovered instances of your infidelity within our relationship. I hope this is what you seek. I wish what you’ve wished before would go to you as your plan. I will not bear more guilt than I brought to my family for marrying a man like you.’
Tears began to stream down his face as he gripped the letter in his hand close to his heart. Pouring his heart out as he cries to the regret and guilt formed in his chest, begging the ones above to help him in any sort of way. The limp, cold body of yours beside him bears witness to the deeds and sins he has committed into marrying you for his own good. Now he must bear the judgment of your family's wrath and the ones above.
≣ Shiba Taiju
Clutching the cross tightly in his rough hands, he whispered prayers under his breath. The church, being unusual lively early in the morning, bustled with people coming and going. For him, this day held unparalleled significance, long-awaited and now unfolding before his eyes as he adorned himself in special attire. Casting his gaze across the church decorated with flowers, ribbons, and ties around the pews, he couldn't help but murmur, "Fresh," as he lowered his head to inhale the fragrance of a flower, a nostalgic reminder of the days when it was a gift presented before knocking at his favorite door. His eyes scanned the church's windows, capturing the sight of you, smiling alongside your family, a scene that sent his heart into a gentle flutter. Sighing wistfully, he tore his attention away to finish getting dressed. Standing tall on the aisle, he observed the joyous chatter of people, happiness radiating from their faces, just as the door behind them creaked open, heralding the beginning of a momentous day.
Taiju's gaze fixed on you, his heart skipping a beat as memories flooded back to the moments he first fell for you. Dressed in all white, you smiled, taking in the surroundings before your eyes locked onto his where he always felt like a puddle, seeing reflections of himself. Each step you took resonated with the songs and choir of people around, echoing the same dream he once had when he tenderly kissed your soft hand. Gritting his teeth and tightly balling his fist, he fought to maintain his composure, all the while your father beamed with affection as he gazed upon you.
As you walked down the aisle, embodying the dream he once envisioned, Taiju stood on the side, eagerly anticipating the moment when vows would be exchanged. As you reached him, you paused, sharing a heartfelt smile before turning your attention to the person you were about to marry. Taiju's gaze shifted down to the book in his hands as he carefully articulated the vows of The Marital Sacrament.
Choosing god's path was never his intention, let alone what you thought until you found yourself feeling betrayed by the letter in your hand that he wrote saying he is leaving you to Italy for choosing the path he has abandoned, asking you to move on and choose your own path. Leaving you alone with the hopes of him marrying you, and having the family he once said to you. The kiss you shared, the love you two built crumbles down as nothing he once had promised not to. Letting the pain and betrayal aside to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart as you force yourself to keep on the pace of life.
No sorry. No Guilt. No bid thee adieu.
Finding yourself in an engagement with your childhood friend, he mentioned having someone to assist in the marriage process. This reintroduced you to him after several years of his absence. As you met him again, the expression on his face failed to stir any emotions within you. Perhaps it was a testament to your acceptance of reality and his well-intentioned actions. The blame, you realized, lay not with either of you for choosing separate paths but rather with him for the approach he had taken. For the past few days, he had persistently tried to reach out, seeking to talk with you. Yet, you remained steadfast in your silence, refraining from responding to any of his calls or messages. It was only on the day you exchanged vows with the man you chose to marry that you encountered him once more. Gripping the Marital Sacrament, he bore witness to the solemn ceremony, watching the love of his life commit herself to another. The silent agony in his eyes mirrored the great realization that you were now bound to someone else.
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@romancesuckerouo thank you for the idea and sorry for the late rec 😔🤍 hope you enjoy it!!! (I don't get to edit it as much as I should but ye :D)
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≣ Haitani Ran
You knew he was a dangerous man by the looks of him. Tall, Broad shoulders, Hair always in place, never a single strand of hair falls down to his beautiful face. The way his eyes looked back at you with those sleepy eyes never fail to make you down on your knees. No matter how much you wanted to look for any imperfection he has, there is no sign of it. Oh, those laughter and light touch he gave you when you two were talking always leave you with many fantasies at night. If only he knew what you think about him, perhaps he would call you a minx by now.
Curious to say, why does an attractive man like him doesn't have a spouse or at least a lover? Surely, his brother the number two of Roppongi may have linked him with some higher-ups woman, but from what you see there isn't any ring on his fingers except his pinky which is a gang ring. A sin to say you love him like he was your only hope in this world. You want him. Ring finger wrapped by a silver ring with a beautiful gemstone to seal the touch given by him. Playing with time isn’t what you wanted, 2 years of closeness with him, sharing each other's thoughts and laughter, while other people think you were a couple.
But all the wishes, and fantasies you held high were destroyed by a single letter he handed you. Standing infront of him not knowing what to say nor think while he explained what was inside the letter with the usual smile he had. Shakily took the letter from his hand before seeing him vanishing within the iron door that separates both of you. The grip on the letter gets tight as your heart is being squeezed painfully by all of the sudden event. A letter which you never expect a man like him would even held something like that.
"It will mean alot to me if you could come to my second anniversary party." That is the word you will hated for the rest of your life, the way he smiled while saying that will scar your heart forever.
The night was filled with tons of emotions bubbling up in the air where the two love birds are. People drinking and dancing to the beat as the night gets darker. You grip your blazer watching all the guests having the time of their lives whereas you salt away your own feelings for the sake of that man until your eyes land on something that makes your broken heart broken into pieces that could never be restored again anymore. The way his hand trailed alongside the black dress she wore, eyes digging into her lovingly, the long but steady kiss he gave her. Oh, you wish you could rip that woman from him or stab her with the cake knife you've been holding this whole time. But seeing them both having the time of their life could only make you smile bitterly before leaving the place to cry alone for another night.
≣ Haitani Rindou
You loved him for sure. He was a perfect man that anyone would die for to be his spouse. A gentle soul masked under a stoic face, a perfect cover up into making people believe he is a cold human being. The lovely nickname he gives you every time he sees you. The smile followed by the hug he gave you every time he came home to see his wife waiting for him to arrive. But those eyes never lied. The way he looked at you is dearly, but those eyes reflect nothing but emptiness. Nothing but an orb without its shine. Hollow, that is what you would describe his stares and soul. No matter what, he still treats you like the queen you are, holding your status high as if you were an important person to the whole city to know, and he mostly keeps your status clean from any dirt that could stain your name. He may be cold-hearted from the outside but a soft one on the inside just for you. That is what you thought.
Oh, the way you wish to never see the truth and keep on dancing on a line of lies with your eyes closed to the melody of happiness. Those eyes that were meant to only see you glint as the person walks past him, eyes locked on the figure that merges within the crowds while you were standing there beside him watching his eyes trail to his interest. Your grip tightened around the champagne glass as you felt your heart being crushed into pieces by the fact you caught him red-handed, not even trying to hide it from you. You cleared your throat, earning your husband's to focus back on you as you asked him to have a dance with him. Even after you dragged him for a dance, your eyes never fail to see him taking a short glance at them. You wanted to scream, punch or just hit him as bad as you wish you could, but you are better than that, besides it will be on you if you ever get a divorce with a lovely man like him. What would your family say to you?
Curious to say, being stubborn you are, you follow your head to find out who that person is, not thinking straight on your own guts that say the opposite. Alas, you hit the consequences, your broken heart shattered once more as you learn that they are the first person and the last he would ever love the most where you were just a wall that divided the two souls that should have been united.
≣ Sanzu Haruchiyo
Stepping into his world was the reddest flag all humans could see. But who cares, in the eyes of a loof person like you who thriving the trill of life this is what you wanted. Being on top of everything, looking down at the city from a skyscraper penthouse you owned with an expensive red wine your husband’s college brought you as a present for the 2nd anniversary of your marriage. What a lovely life, where money does buy happiness. Buying expensive gifts, dresses, and jewelry, was your everyday to-do list. Needless to say, you were living the life that everyone could have dreamed of.
But those feelings of consistently worried and betrayal never leave your little heart of yours. Fidgeting your fingers as your wait for your dearest husband to come home even after past midnight knowing he will come back in the morning. The sound of the front door opening makes you rush to find your husband. You sigh as your eyes trailed to the man who helped your husband to walk. You quickly take his coat and told him to take Sanzu to the couch which the man nods as he put your drunken husband slowly. Both of you talk for a bit before he bid goodbye to you two while giving an apology for the mess. You looked at the man of your life laying on the couch as you smelled a foreign perfume smell from your husband’s coat.
Those feelings rushed again making your head hurt every time you smelled a different perfume from his coat. It has been more than 4 times you’ve been seeing him slacking and going home with another person's perfume. The feeling you’ve been trying to get it of for more than 5 years but never could. You hate how those people's warnings of marrying him looped inside of your mind. You thought you could bear those feeling as long as he provides you with the wealth he owns since you are only interested in his money, but alas, along the relationship you have been with him grows that forbidden emotion you should never have.
You were nothing but a normal human being who could not resist the emotion flowing in your heart. You led your life to this messed up pit trying to crawl away knowing the dirt is nothing but red soil. Hard as a rock, and when it’s wet it’ll be very hard to crawl up. No were to go waiting for someone to save you from the pit which you know no one dares to step closer to you who now has his last name engraved in you. The sounds of melancholy you have to bear whereas the betrayal you have to overcome from all his affairs. You were just a getaway for him. A bright reason he could tell people why he keep the scoundrel act of his, and you, oh, you. How oblivious you are, chasing a menace man where the red flag could be seen in his eyes. Once you step in there is no turning back. You picked this life as a resort, bear the pain and agony you must.
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No but aemond has a big praise kink and you can’t convince me otherwise. That boy wants to be appreciated and told he is good and pretty because no one, except alicent and criston cole, has ever praised him.
He also loves hearing you say how much you love him — he has never heard this before, not even from his mother. How can you love him, he thinks, if his own father doesn’t.
When you take off his eyepatch for the first time and say, in a choked voice, with so much emotion, “gods, you’re so beautiful”, he just melts. He can hardly believe it and he kisses you reverently, softly, then it turns greedy as he wants to pull more praise from your mouth, always more praise. When you pull apart and you gently stroke his scarred cheek (that part of his face is numb so he doesn’t feel it but the gesture, the appreciation, the lack of disgust sends him reeling), he closes his eye. “You’re beautiful,” you repeat, whispering into his ear, and he gasps, then wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, peppering the crook of it in kisses. His soul wants to sing because he has never thought he could be considered beautiful, crippled as he was, and here his love is, saying it in a worshipful tone.
When you catch him without his sapphire in in his room, his eye hurting, he turns his back to you, his heart beating fast in his throat. You caught a glimpse of his face and his skin is crawling with the fear of rejection. “Aemond,” you say softly and walk up to him and he angles his face so that his empty eye socket is hidden from you. “Leave,” he responds in a strained voice, his hands clenched into fists at his sides and his whole body tense like a wolf that spotted a human in the woods and doesn’t want to be seen. In this moment, he truly feels more like a beast than a human, monstrous and not to be looked at. “Aemond,” you repeat and your fingers slide onto his jaw as you try to turn his face but he wrenches his face from your grip and takes a few fast steps back as if you just threatened him with a knife. “Leave me alone!” he snaps and you reply: “no, I want to see you as you are, my beautiful dragon.” Those words cut right through his heart and rage crashes through him like a powerful wave. He turns to you and advances on you and you stand strong as he leans into your personal space, threatening. “Oh, you want to see me as I am? Then see me, my love, see what the man you say you love, the man you say is beautiful, the man who kisses you and fucks you, really looks like!” he says lowly, dangerously, but it rings through the room like a scream. He is breathing harshly, his hands painfully clenched around your shoulders and he stares into your eyes, fury evident in his gaze but also fear. You just cup his cheek and turn up your face to kiss him. “I want you as you are, Aemond,” you whisper against his mouth and his breath hitches in surprise. He didn’t expect you to say this, he expected disgust, he expected you to turn away from him, not just now but forever. “I am a disfigured cripple,” he breathes out shakily and your heart clenches at the venomous self-loathing in his voice. You kiss him, then, pouring all your love and want into the kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth when he opens his and he moans. He pulls you to himself by your waist, then he breaks the kiss and buries his face in your hair. “Do you… do you still want me?” he asks hesitantly, vulnerably. “Of course I do, Aemond.” “Say it, say you want me,” he says and it sounds more like he is pleading than commanding you. “I want you, Aemond, just as you are. You are beautiful still, eye or no eye. I love you.” And something breaks in him and you feel his shoulders shake and then a sob escapes him. He pulls away from you, turning his back to you, radiating shame, his face in his hands. You wrap your arms around his trim waist, your cheek against the back of his shoulder. He weeps desperately, every sob tearing from his throat against his will and he can’t stand that you are seeing him like this, so weak. Fear wraps around his heart and he realises you will now see him as less of a man and he feels like a child again, powerless and mocked and inferior. It’s unbearable and he craves to turn around and seek comfort and this only causes him to feel more disgusted with himself. “I love you, my prince,” you say again, knowing he needs to hear it. “I will always love you.” After a while, he calms down and you gently turn him around. He is avoiding your eyes. “Why did you remove the sapphire, is it hurting?” you ask with worry and he breathes out and nods. “Is there anything I can do?” He shakes his head and you stroke his cheek. “Come, let’s get into bed, I will read your favourite story to you, distract you.” In bed, he lays his head on your chest, the book propped up on his shoulder, and you stroke his hair. “I love you,” you repeat before you start reading and he smiles.
