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Twisted Love: Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Summary: You always expected to marry your twin brother, Daeron. However, when this does not come to be, you find comfort with your siblings. As only Targaryens could.

A/N: Okay, this chapter is a little angsty! Aemond is having some big feelings and he doesn’t know how to express those feelings with words because of his emotionally stunted upbringing. But you can bet his wife is gonna knock that out of him pretty quickly.

Warnings: canon-typical incest, figging (insertion of ginger root into the anus), coercion/dub-con if you squint, mention of past fire-play, jealous husband, relationship insecurity, ANGST

You bounced on the balls of your feet, wringing your hands in front of you as you watched the skies for any sign of Daeron and his dragon. It was time; your twin was finally returning home. After ten long years apart, you would finally be together. The two of you; all five siblings.

Aemond watched you out of the corner of his eye as he stood up straight next to you; his place as your husband and as Daeron’s brother, loathe as he was to admit the latter. He couldn’t deny that he wasn’t exactly happy with this development, of the youngest Targaryen-Hightower sibling returning to Kings Landing, most likely for good. He detested change, and he had grown accustomed to the routines and structure the four of you had established for yourselves. Not to mention the dynamic; Aegon might have been the eldest, but he was hardly the one in charge. Aemond enjoyed being the head of the group, the feelings of security, power, and dominance it gave him on a daily basis. He wasn’t looking forward to bringing in an unknown fifth element into the arrangement you all had together. Even if that fifth person was his own sibling.

He enjoyed being your husband, and having you as his wife. He felt he had won that day, the day you asked him to marry you. The day you promised yourself to him, and he to you. The day you consummated your love for each other, officially. He was dreading the fact that the man you had spent your entire childhood fantasising about marrying would now be present in your lives every single day. Daeron hadn’t set foot in Kings Landing in ten years, and you had never been allowed to travel to Oldtown. Aemond had had you all to himself (not including your other siblings and children) for a decade, and now he just knew Daeron was about to steal you away. He’d lost an eye to Lucerys, and he would soon lose his wife to his own brother.

He leant forward and whispered in your ear. “Settle down, my love,” he enjoyed watching you shiver at his soft Valyrian. “People might think you have a ginger root up your ass.”

You blushed bright red, your back passage tingling with the memories of that day.

Aemond had been awake before you, as he always rose with the sun, whereas you liked to sleep until mid-morning. It wasn’t your fault; your husband was insatiable. There was a freezing Winter snow falling across the city, forcing Aemond to cancel his training with Cole that morning. So instead, he’d had a devilish idea.

You had spied him sitting in his chair by the fire, his hands working something with a small knife.

“Good morning, husband,” you greeted him as you slid your feet into your fur-lined slippers and pulled on your thick dressing gown, crossing the room.

“Good morning, wife,” he replied back, not taking his eye off the thing in his hands. Was he whittling?

When you got closer, you saw that it wasn’t wood. It was softer than that. A fruit?

“What are you doing?”

He smirked up at you. “I think I might just have found an ingenious way to keep you warm today, my love.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Have you commissioned me some clothing I don’t know about?”

He laughed, a rare but beautiful sound. “No. No, wife, not clothes.” He held up the thing in his hands. A ginger root.

“Ginger?” you asked with a small smile. “Are you going to put it in my tea? You know I can’t stand the taste.”

“No, my love; your ass.”

He said it so casually that you didn’t pick up on it at first. It took you a few seconds, then you gawked at him.

“What?” you demanded.

He carved the root a little more, examining it from different angles. He seemed satisfied. “Aegon told me of a little trick he’d heard about. Assured me it’s well worth a try.”

Before you could respond, the passage between your room and your siblings’ opened up, your brother and sister stepping through.

“Morning to you both,” Aegon greeted cheerfully. Helaena had clearly already satisfied him. “What have you both got planned for the day? Helaena was thinking of taking the children down to the Dragonpit.”

“Aemond wants to put ginger up my ass!” you declared hysterically.

The two of them didn’t even blink.

“Oh, figging,” Helaena explained, walking over to Aemond and examining the root he had carved. “Yes, it’s a very interesting experience. Aegon and I have both done it a few times now.”

“Always a fun time,” he winked at you, helping himself to a few grapes from your breakfast platter.

“Very well carved, Aemond. Good thinking with the flared base.”

“And a good size too,” Aegon added. “Our little sister will definitely be titillated today.”

You stared at your siblings, abashed. Out of all the things the four of you had done together, for some reason this was the thing that baffled you the most. Why, in the name of the Seven, would anyone want to insert ginger into ones back passage?

The three of them chuckled at how you were staring back at them all. Aemond stood up.

“Y/N, dear wife, be a good girl and bend over the bed. Now.”

You instinctually covered your rear with your hands, shaking your head nervously. “It’ll hurt, won’t it?”

“Not hurt,” Aegon shrugged.

“But it’s definitely a memorable experience,” Helaena smiled dreamily. “Aemond, do you have another piece you could carve for me? I think I’d like to partake.”

Aemond nodded. “I do, dear sister.”

“As big and thick as you can, please,” she hummed happily, picking up her skirts as she walked over to your bed. She bent herself over, exposing her ass completely.

“I only have a smaller piece. Helaena, why don’t you take this one I’ve already done, and I’ll carve a smaller one for Y/N? She seems hesitant about this whole experience.”

“That sounds lovely, thank you, brother.”

Aemond looked to you. “Abrazȳrys (wife),” he commanded, “come here. Now. Watch how Helaena takes this, and you’ll see it’s not as bad as you are imagining.”

You headed over to the bed, Aegon holding you against his body as both of you watched Aemond dip the root in some oil and then slowly press it into Helaena’s ass. Her hole accepted the small intrusion with no effort, but she began mewling regardless. Aemond pressed his thumb to the flared base of the root, keeping it in place in her ass as her hips lifted up and down, grinding against the bed sheets.

“Does it hurt, sister?” Aemond asked. “Be honest; our little Y/N doesn’t want any lies.”

She shook her head. “No, it doesn’t hurt. But it burns a little. It’s wonderful.”

“Burns?” you gasped.

“Nothing too bad,” Aegon reassured you, kissing the side of your head. “It’s just a bit uncomfortable.”

You frowned at Aemond as he began peeling and carving the other root. The one he intended to put inside you. “Husband, I’m not sure about this…?”

“You don’t need to be sure, wife,” he said simply. He looked at you, his eye softening a little. “Do you trust me? Do you trust that I would never harm you, or wish ill upon you?”

Your frown softened in return. “Yes. Of course, I do.”

“Then trust me now. This will be an interesting experience for you. It won’t harm you at all. I want you to try it. For me. And if you truly do hate it, you don’t have to do it again.”

“Except as punishments,” Aegon added cheekily, playfully squeezing you a little.

You smiled at him and Aemond, your will bent to theirs. “Alright.”

“Good, now bend over the bed, next to Helaena.” He paused. “Who seems to have climaxed all over our sheets.”

Helaena had indeed orgasmed, seemingly just from grinding herself against the edge of the bed, with the root in her ass. “It just feels so good,” she explained lightly, no shame at all in her voice.

Aemond smirked back at you, his argument won. “See? How awful can it be when Helaena climaxes in just one minute?”

You choose not to say that some of Helaena’s desires can be a little sadomasochistic, often deriving pleasure from giving and receiving various forms of pain. She had once orgasmed when Aemond and Aegon held lit candles to her inner thighs. Not close enough to burn her skin, yet close enough to hurt. It was peculiar, even for Targaryens.

Aegon nudged you forward, bending you over and pulling up your nightgown and robe. Helaena gripped your hand, still grinding and moaning on the bed. Aemond stepped up behind you, squeezing your buttocks and giving you a few spanks.

“Are you ready, wife?” he asked you, spreading your cheeks with the fingers of one hand.

You nodded. “Yes, husband.”

You snapped back to the present even as your mind ran through the sensations of having that ginger inserted into your back passage. How it had stretched you and begun to burn. As Helaena had described, it hadn’t been horrific, but it had kept you on your toes all day, until Aemond had removed the root after fucking you senseless in the evening.

Daeron’s dragon Tessarion’s cry filled the air. Not too far away, you could see her outline in the clouds above. He was here. Your brother was finally here.

Tessarion landed a hundred yards or so away, just enough for you to turn your head slightly to avoid the dust her wings kicked up. You almost didn’t recognise the man in the saddle. It was a man, not your twelve-year-old twin brother. You couldn’t make out his features, but you could see the Targaryen white hair. The man dismounted, rubbing Tessarion’s neck affectionately before sending her to fly to the Dragon Pit.

He started walking towards you all.

Your heart raced.

You moved to step forward, but Aemond and Aegon discreetly held you back. The Queen had to greet him, as was protocol. They could feel your need, but you only had to wait a little longer.

“Prince Daeron. My darling boy,” your mother greeted.

It was him. It was Daeron. He was older, a man grown. But he was your brother. His cheeks have slimmed, his nose a little longer, his jawline stronger. But he was here.

“Your Grace. Mother.”

They embraced, only for a second, before pulling apart. It was warm, by your mother’s standards.

She turned. “Your father, the King, is abed at the moment. The years have taken their toll, but I shall take you to see him later. You remember your siblings. Prince Aegon, Princess Helaena, Prince Aemond, and Princess Y/N. You know Aegon and Helaena married, we’ll have tea with their children soon. And Aemond and Y/N-”

Daeron rushed forward and pulled you into his arms, uncaring at your mother’s indignation and scolding. You clung to each other, and the world stopped. He smelled the same, whereas he lamented that you had changed your perfume, or perhaps you now add oil to your hair?

“Sister,” Daeron breathed in your ear, holding you tightly, his eyes closing in bliss as your perfume filled his senses. Oh, how he had missed you. It had been agony for him, every day he thought of you, longed for you. He’d never wanted to leave in the first place, it was his mother’s and grandsire’s idea. His heart had been crushed when he had read mother’s letter four years earlier informing him of your marriage. He had been filled with anger; how dare Aemond steal his wife from him, just because he was away studying. It was an outrage; he had been tempted to fly back to Kings Landing on Tessarion and dispute the whole matter, to take you away and live as husband and wife together. But he had known that he would never have stood a chance against Aemond, nor Tessarion against Vhagar.

His eyes opened and he caught Aemond’s. The taller brother stared down the younger, his one-eye unblinking. Daeron swallowed thickly, keeping hold of you for support. “Brother Aemond,” he greeted in a somewhat shaky voice.

“Valonqar (little brother),” Aemond greeted with a smirk, enjoying his brother’s obvious discomfort at his presence. He didn’t like the way Daeron was holding you so tightly, it irked him, but he could disquiet his brother in other ways. “I hope you’ve kept up with your Valyrian; the four of us speak it often, and the children are learning too.”

Daeron flinched. “Forgive me, brother, there was no-one to help me maintain our ancestral language in Oldtown. I only speak Common Tongue now.”

Aemond nodded his head and smirked; another piece of leverage to use against this intruder.

You didn’t notice your brothers’ tension, pulling out of Daeron’s arms. You cupped his face in both your hands, staring closely at his face. He had grown so much. He wasn’t as tall as Aemond, nor as strong, but he was here. He was home. You longed to kiss his lips, but settled for both his cheeks, your lips lingering on his skin. “Finally,” you whispered, like a prayer, “Finally, you’re home.”

He smiled down at you. “I’m home. And I’m not leaving.” He looked up at Aemond at the end.

Aemond just smirked. ‘We’ll see about that, brother’, he thought.

The eldest sibling stepped forward to break the tension, even as he had to hold in his laughter. “Daeron, it’s been so long,” Aegon greeted, pulling Daeron in for a hug.

The two brothers embraced for a few seconds before separating. “Hello, Aegon. I missed you. Helaena,” he smiled at his other sister, kissing her cheek before embracing her.

“Y/N missed you greatly,” Helaena said in her soft voice. “She’s happy now you’re home.” Daeron tried not to interpret that as you being the only sibling who had missed him and glad to have him back.

Aemond spoke up. “Why don’t we take him to meet our children?” he asked, smiling down at you with his hand on the small of your back.

You completely missed how Aemond stressed ‘our’. Daeron did not, frowning at the taller, older brother.

Your face lit up. “Oh yes! They’d love to meet you!” you grasped his hand, pulling him towards the castle. “Come on, Daeron, come meet them.”

Aemond added, his smile widening wickedly as he clasped his hand on Daeron’s shoulder, “Yes, your niece and nephew would love to meet their uncle. Our son Maenor and our daughter Aena, though little Aena is not yet one so she won't have much to say.”

Daeron had to keep his mind on you and your happiness, as not to punch Aemond on the jaw. Aemond was playing with him, it was clear and painful. They both knew Daeron had been hoping and expecting to sire children with you himself, so to hear the words ‘uncle’, ‘niece’ and ‘nephew’… It was all just a game to Aemond.

One he had won.

The five of you, your mother, your grandsire Otto, and the five children filled Aegon and Helaena’s sitting room with a tea service. The twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, sat politely with the grown-ups and had a piece of cake before playing on the floor. Maelor and Maenor ate some cake on the floor, closely monitored by Aemond and a nanny. And you sat little Aena on Daeron’s lap, chuckling softly when you had to show your twin how to support her properly as she liked to bounce on her feet now she was close to walking.

Alicent and Otto were called out to a Small Council meeting after an hour or so, leaving you all together.

“You know Maelor and Maenor were born within the same week,” you smiled, watching with a proud smile as your son showed your twin his newest bracelet made for him by Helaena. Daeron still held little Aena somewhat awkwardly on his lap, but your little girl didn’t seem fussed, only cooing happily as she gummed on a wooden spoon. It made your heart swell, and almost brought tears to your eyes. In another life, they could have been his children. But then they wouldn’t be Aemond’s, which would mean they would be different. And you wouldn’t change your life or children for anything. You’d give Daeron a child someday, you knew it.

“It’s why we named them so similar,” Helaena agreed. “I actually delayed naming Maelor when he was born until Y/N had Maenor and had named him. They were conceived on the same night, after all.”

You choked on your tea and Daeron almost dropped Aena. Aemond quickly scooped your daughter out of her uncle’s arms, having been hovering at the side. He was very protective of both your children, but especially Aena. She had him wrapped around her tiny fingers, even though Aemond would never admit that. He bounced her up and down and cooed at her to distract her from crying. She was smitten with her father so it was always an effective tactic.

“Helaena…” you whispered. Daeron didn’t know any of that yet!

She seemed to realise her error. “Oh. I’m sorry, Daeron. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I only meant that Y/N and I had fertile days around the same time.”

That didn’t help.

“Do you think either of you will have more children?” he asked quietly, looking awkwardly down at the floor. He prayed you’d say no.

Alas, Helaena continued. “I’m actually trying to conceive at the moment, so it’s fortunate you-”

You interrupted. “I’m sure I’ll have more children in the future. Aena isn’t quite one yet, so in a few months, mayhaps. Does that sound alright, Aemond?”

Your husband looked at you from kissing your daughter’s chubby cheeks. “I’m always happy to have children with you, my love. We practice often enough,” he winked at you, basking in how much Daeron physically cringed.

You blushed and dipped your head. What was happening with everyone today?

That night was the first complete family dinner in over ten years, the King included. It was a lovely meal, it had filled your heart to finally be seated next to Daeron after so long apart, but there had been an undeniable tension in the room, coming off both Aemond and Daeron. Aemond had kept his hand firmly on your thigh the whole evening, not even moving it when food was served. He used his left hand to make your plate up, then his own, eating slowly with just his one hand. He barely said a word beside you as you caught up with your beloved twin.

After everyone was finished and conversation had lasted well into the evening, you all dispersed back to your rooms. Aegon and Helaena came in to yours and Aemond’s rooms via their usual passage, and you poured the three of them some wine. You had drunk enough for the day, feeling tired and a little emotional after the long day. Aegon and Helaena sat on a sofa by the main fireplace, reclining back comfortably. Aemond stood by the fire, contemplative as he stared into the flames and took the occasional sip of his drink. You felt restless from the energy he was exuding, sitting delicately on the arm of an armchair.

“It’s nice to have Daeron home,” you offered to the room.

Helaena nodded. “It will be, when we all know each other again.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

Aegon pitched in. “You have to admit, sister; Daeron’s been gone so long, he’s basically a stranger to us now.”

“No, he’s not!” you protested. “Don't say that, he’s our brother! He’s always been our brother. It wasn’t his fault he was sent away.”

He jokingly held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not saying it is. But we haven’t seen each other in a decade, and there’s only so much letter-writing can do. If I hadn’t known who he was when he arrived, I wouldn’t have recognised him.”

“Aegon is right,” Helaena concurred. “He’s a stranger now, but he won’t be soon. The dragon lost will be found again.”

Before you could get upset about your brother's and sister’s attitude towards your twin, Aegon spoke up again.

“Well, how funny is it that you want your little brother’s babies?” Aegon laughed good-naturedly to his wife. “I thought he was going to have a heart attack.”

Helaena just shrugged. “Well, you have three children already. Surely you wouldn’t begrudge Daeron a child with his sister?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t,” he smirked, looking at Aemond.

The three of you looked at Aemond, observing him as he just stood by the fire, wine cup in hand. “Fuck off, Aegon,” he grumbled.

Helaena paid no attention to his mood. “I think it would be nice if Y/N and I were both pregnant at the same time again, and especially if both babes were Daeron’s.” You looked at her beseechingly, silently begging her to stop talking. You could feel Aemond’s ire rising. He has never and would never hurt any of you, but his temper was infamous within the Keep. “Aegon has three children and, Aemond, you have two. Daeron doesn’t have any-”

“Because he’s been pissing away his years in Oldtown,” he snapped. He moved from the fire and practically threw himself into the armchair where you sat on the arm. He fisted the loose material at the back of your robe. He needed to be close to you and to squeeze something, but would never hurt you for it. “It’s not my fault he never came back to be with us. He has a dragon more than capable of flying from Oldtown to Kings Landing; he could have told Grandsire to get fucked and returned at any time. He chose not to; he chose to stay in Oldtown with those prissy Maesters and dusty books. It certainly doesn’t mean my wife owes him a child. You give him one if you want, sister, if you think it would be nice.”

“Let’s all change the subject,” you said softly, rubbing Aemond’s knee.

Aegon, rather drunk, had other ideas. “So how will we get him to join us? He’s been cooped up for years, after all. Doubt he’s ever seen a tit, let alone a cunt.”

You groaned, standing up. You took Aemond’s cup from his hand and drained it in one gulp. He didn’t even look bothered. You refilled it from the jug and handed it back to your husband. He lifted it slightly in thanks, drinking deeply. You had known Daeron’s return would disturb him, but you hadn’t thought it would be this bad.

“I think that can wait,” you said diplomatically. You couldn’t and wouldn’t hide your desire to have your twin join the four of you, but it wasn’t an urgent matter, and your husband was perturbed enough as it was. “Let’s all just get to know him again.”

Helaena frowned at you quizzically. “Have you not been desiring this for a long time, sister? You planned to be his wife growing up, not Aemond’s.”

That was Aemond’s final straw. He stood up abruptly, stormed over to his side of the bed and began angrily disrobing for bed.

Aegon and Helaena misinterpreted the action as an invitation, standing up and heading towards the bed.

You stood in front of them with a shake of your head. “We’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Aegon shrugged. “Alright. Come on, dear wife. Away to bed for us.”

“Do you want to fuck my ass?” Helaena offered neutrally.

You heard Aegon reply as they headed back down the passageway to their own rooms. “You know I’ll never say no to that offer.”

You turned back to the bed, seeing Aemond already under the sheets, facing away from the room. You walked over to the bed, climbing on it from your side.

“Aemond?” you asked, kneeling behind him. He gave no response. You looked at his nightstand. His eyepatch lay on the dresser, but the dish where he stored his sapphire was empty. He hadn’t taken it out. “Aemond, sweetheart, you need to take out your eye,” you leant down and kissed his bicep. “You know it will hurt in the morning if you leave it in.”

Still silent, he removed his sapphire, placing it in the bowl.

Glad he had at least listened to you, you lay down behind him. You tucked yourself in as close as you could to him, wrapping your arm tightly around his waist from behind. “Aemond, I love you. You know that, don't you?”

Seconds ticked by and your heart pounded in your ears.

After what felt like an eternity, he took your hand and pulled it up, kissing the back. “I love you too.”

You considered it a success. “I'm so happy to be your wife.”

Aemond had to hold back tears. “I'm happy to be your husband.” Until you leave me.

Chapter 4

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cuffmeinblack · 11 months

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Strands of copper

Garreth Weasley x gn!reader

Tags: fluff | first kiss

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"oh, shit. I'm in love with you??" prompt: 1. absent-mindedly playing with their hair.

A/n: Another prompt from @grandeoatmilklatte 🖤 and since it was for Gar I decided to link it into this week's Weasley Wednesday theme; Hot 🔥. Artwork commissioned from @cresmoons

Taking a break from the stifling library had been the best decision you'd had in a long time. Whilst Madam Scribner would likely smack you with detention if she found out you'd taken one of her books into the grounds, you thought the punishment well worth it. The June sunshine warmed your face and a soft breeze rustled your hair as you sat under the dappled shade of an old oak tree. It was unseasonably hot; so much so that you'd been shedding layers since leaving the cool stone enclave of the castle, left only in your thin cotton shirt.

Garreth was tucked deeper in the shade, citing his pale and 'prone to burning' skin, nevertheless deeply relaxed as he lay flat on the grass, levitating a book above his head. You had the urge to cancel his charm and see it smack him in the face, but he looked far too engrossed in his potions textbook to disturb just yet. Instead, you joined him, laying down and copying his ingenious reading aid as he smiled and turned the page with a flick of his wand.

The earthy smell of late Spring mingled in the air with the pleasant scent of your best friend sitting next to you as you tried to concentrate on your revision. Being curled up in the grass was far too relaxing, and the muggy heat wasn't helping matters; your head swam and vision blurred as you felt your head becoming heavy, eyelids drooping until...whack!

"Shit!"

"What?!"

Garreth's startled voice barked from beside you as you were writhing, clutching your nose and groaning as you rolled around in the grass. You must have fallen asleep and cancelled your charm, sending the book hurtling towards your face and breaking your nose. You threw the offending book straight at the tree trunk, Madam Scribner be damned; it deserved to be flung for the damage it'd caused.

"Hold still," Garreth said.

His head of ginger hair hovered over you, merely a blur through your tear-streaked eyes.

"Is it broken?"

Garreth grinned, his pink cheeks coming back into view as you could finally make out his individual freckles that flecked his skin.

"No, it's not broken. Probably just a bit bruised now."

Sighing, you sat up on shaky arms, wiping the last of your unshed tears from your eyes, being careful not to brush your battered nose.

"What's wrong with you?" a bemused voice called from behind you.

"Book fell on their face," Garreth grinned.

You were still busy wincing in pain, now with a frown across your face as your eyes darted between Garreth and Leander, who was settling next to you both on the grass.

"Not like you to be so clumsy," Leander remarked, picking blades of grass as he loosened his tie, cheeks already turning pink.

"I fell asleep. It's this bloody heat."

"Come here, there's more shade," Garreth said, patting the ground next to him.

You did as you were told, thankful for the deep shade next to the trunk of the towering tree. Surveying his flushed face as you sat down, you noticed his slightly muskier scent, drawing your eyes over his glistening skin to the curled strands of copper hair sticking to his neck. You were suddenly parched, licking your lips as your mouth became an arid desert. The rest of his head was littered with leaves and dirt; frankly an offense to his beautiful mane.

"You've got so much dirt in your hair, Garreth..."

"Mm well, all part of my rugged charm."

Leander groaned and you smiled and tutted as your fingers started picking the debris out.

"I think you're going to have a black eye, you know," Leander said with a chuckle.

"Fantastic..."

You weren't really paying attention. The humid air seemed to be dulling your senses, or perhaps it was the quiet hum of activity surrounding you or the impossible softness of the silky strands between your fingers. Whatever the cause, you seemed to be entranced, only vaguely aware of the conversation that had halted between your friends as the sun shifted through the canopy and cast a soft light onto the fiery locks next to you. He seemed to glow in the rippling rays of sunshine.

A cough caught your attention, eyes flicking back to Leander who quirked an eyebrow, and you frowned in response. Only then did you realise you'd been running your fingers through Garreth's hair, already devoid of leaves and twigs.

Garreth now had his eyes closed, head tilted towards you with an almost serene expression on his face. You tried to swallow but nothing came, and still your fingers glided through his hair, until Leander's intense stare became too much to endure. As your hand stilled, his eyelids flew open, appearing to break a trance.

"I'll erm...I'll be off then, shall I?" Leander muttered.

Neither you nor Garreth answered, being both thoroughly absorbed in each other's eyes. When had his eyes glittered like that? Were they always that green, or was it a trick of the light? You found yourself unable to look away, your other friend's 'see you later' becoming lost on its way to your brain as you were too absorbed in the lips that had found themselves brushing yours.

Your hand was still at the nape of his neck, warm sweat at your fingertips that didn't bother you in the slightest. It was too late to reconsider as your lips parted, kissing your best friend with a fervour you hadn't expected. The floodgates had well and truly opened; within a second his strong hands had pulled you across the grass and your fingers once again became entangled in his hair.

Now you could truly appreciate it, tugging until your heart's content as the moans Garreth made only spurred you on. Your tongue tasted the salt from his sweat as your skin burned against his fingers. When had he pulled your shirt from your waistband? Your tongue delved deeper into his mouth as his hands roamed and you couldn't breathe.

Pulling away, gasping for air, you found those questioning emerald eyes and answered with a flick of your wand to conjur a jet of water straight into your mouth. Oh sweet merciful Merlin that was good. It had had made an almighty mess and left you drenched but your body thanked you for it, the cooling effect taking hold immediately and dulling your headache.

You met Garreth's grin with one of your own as he pulled out his wand to do the same, leaving you both dripping wet and laughing in each other's arms.

"Not that I'm complaining but I think that falling book might have given you a concussion. Shall I take you to he hospital wing?" Garreth teased.

"That must be it...," you replied with a smirk. "I have to say I didn't think you enjoyed having your hair played with so much."

"It's nice...really nice. But uh...more enjoyable because it was you doing it."

The blush crossing your cheeks evaporated the last of the water with the intensity of your skin's heat.

"Really?" you whispered, a sudden shyness overcoming you.

"Of course...I wouldn't let just anyone run their fingers through my hair," he grinned back.

"I can do it again if you'd like?"

"Do you want to?"

You nodded with a soft smile, shuffling back against the tree trunk and patting your legs. Garreth settled his head onto your thighs as you marvelled at the view, tentatively placing a hand at the top of his forehead. His eyes closed with the first stroke, letting out a soft hum of approval as your fingers glided through his slightly damp hair.

He really was beautiful. All of him, not just the copper strands that teased your fingertips but the entire person now laying blissfully in your lap. He'd been your best friend for so long that you'd never considered anything more, choosing to ignore the jealousy when he flirted with someone else and the flutter in your chest when you made him smile.

Something so simple as as a gentle touch had opened your eyes, now there was no closing them.

#weasley wednesday #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley fanfiction #garreth weasley fluff

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missoneminute · 7 months

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Combing my two biggest interests - The Libertines and perfume, recalling the scents which defined that era for me.

Libertine by Vivienne Westwood - Notes of Pineapple, Lily-of-the-Valley, Oakmoss, Labdanum and Musk. Released in 2000 and sadly discontinued. (A tester strip from this perfume was pasted into one of Peter’s early journals.) There are many perfumes that have had this same name since, but only one that smelled exactly like the year 2000 - mossy, earthy but soapy and clean, playful and lively, wiping off the grass stains of grunge and soaring into a new millennium, determined to cause trouble before it had consequences.

Stella by Stella McCartney - Notes of Rose Oil, Peony, Tangerine and Amber. Released in 2003. The syrupy rose jam scent of nights spent losing your mind - sleepless weekends, the eye of the storm of a cultural shift. Everything is alive, everything is exciting, everything is happening, and you can’t stop pressing your nose to your wrist, or a lover’s neck, to breathe it in, the hint of sour among all the flowers.

Prada Amber by Prada - Notes of Bitter Orange, Patchouli, Benzoin, Sandalwood, Labdanum and Tonka Bean. Released in 2004. A little sexy, a little dirty, things were getting messy. Sold via the cleanest of clean girl advertisements that were a total lie. This is the scent of a skanky cult - filthy and addictive, sweetness left on skin days after a kiss. An almost incoherent blend of vanilla and knees caked in mud - an ad for clean sheets when the bottle contains what went on between them.

Anglomania by Vivienne Westwood - Notes of Cardamom, Rose, Violet and Leather. Released in 2005 and also sadly discontinued. Where Libertine smelled of 2000 this smelled of 2005, the height of indie sleaze - leather jacket rock ‘n’ roll, hats and suits and ties and ironic nationalism, the celebration of all things British, driven at least in part by the explosion (and implosion) of The Libertines in English music and fashion culture. Weaved in with the spice of Brick Lane, the bootleg band shirts of Camden, the incense burning in the corner of your ashtray-scented flat.

Youth Dew Amber Nude by Estée Lauder - Notes of Cinnamon, Ginger, Carnation, Amber and Sandalwood. Released in 2005 and discontinued. The amber era for perfume, and the start of Tom Ford’s reign with ingenious collaborations that took dusty heritage brands into the modern age with their glamour intact in a time where we looked back to look forward. All the trash gathered up and made beautiful, injected with new life and resold at a premium. But didn’t it smell delicious, just like history, just like old money.

Belle d'Opium by Yves Saint Laurent - Notes of Jasmine, Incense, Tobacco, Peach, Rose and Patchouli. Released in 2010 (and yes, also discontinued). Rich and bold and witchy, the end of an era creeping in, all things indie drifting away, diluting but leaving their indelible mark - one last gasp of the rock star girlfriend, clad in her vintage faux furs and laddered tights, the messy glamour, the scent trail of a fearless era falling away, all those heightened, drunken memories of dollar store incense and roll-on oil remade into its final form.

#the libertines #perfume

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Moral of the story: if you ever want to insult or trashtalk Childe in your native language, pick the most old fashioned and unknown insult you can know. The kind even most of the native don't know. But even so, pick them cautiously. The devil have ears, a good memory, and love to see you suffer.

Humans are prone to error, being the most adorably imperfect beings, yet your own errors you cuss out at this very moment. Attempting to use older and less common insults in your native language had seemed like an ingenious idea at the time. Unfortunately for you, the devil with freckles and ginger hair owns a dictionary in the language, is fluent, and also has the internet at the tips of his fingers.

Would learning a new language entirely just to cuss him out be worth it?

#bro tells the duolingo bird to complete it's lessons #anon #ask

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kyberblade · 5 months

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WIP Game

Thanks for the tag, @frenchiereading !!! ❤️

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I’m gonna have to quote you on this because I, too, don’t keep a folder - “If you consider my WIP folder to be my brain, here you go:”

• Epilogue

• Jawas

• Name

• Sola

• Scream

• Bee

• Omega

• Shatter 5

• TBoBF Episodes

• Possibility

• Scene

• Crystal

• Just a thing

• Ship

• Ghost

• Through Your Eyes 2 - for my Joel blog @squintyeyedjoel

That’s all that I can find rn. I know. I have such ingenious titles. 💁🏼‍♀️

Okay, I obviously have too many to tag people, so it’s whoever wants to play!

Oh, what the heck, I’ll tag a few. @fordo-kixed-rex @grippingbeskar @goodwithcheese @swiftispunk @what-the-heckin-heck @littlemisspascal @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis @the-ginger-hedge-witch @joelsgreys @joelscruff @softlyspector @hellishjoel @strang3lov3 @fuckyeahdindjarin @psychedelic-ink @thetriumphantpanda @prolix-yuy @wheresarizona (Oops. That’s 18. Oh, well! 🤷🏼‍♀️ I regret nothing.)

#i said something #din djarin fanfiction #back to you #din djarin imagine #sometimes people talk to me #the mandalorian #shatter #new fic #who dis

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digitalsans · 1 year

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Empower Yourself with Essential Health Hacks for Unexpected Moments!

Hey there, Tumblr community! 🌟

Life can throw some unexpected curveballs our way, but fear not! We've got your back with some empowering health hacks to help you tackle those surprise moments like a boss. Get ready to feel confident and prepared with these valuable tips:

Mastering the Art of Finding Bathrooms on the Fly! 🚻💨 Don't let an urgent need to pee ruin your day. Try these clever tricks:

Unleash your inner detective skills to scout out nearby public restrooms.

Unlock the secret world of discreet rest stops and hidden gems for emergency relief.

Equip yourself with ingenious portable urination devices or disposable urinal bags for ultimate convenience and peace of mind.

Banish Stomach Aches and Reclaim Your Day! 🙅‍♀️🌿 Say goodbye to pesky stomach discomfort with these pro tips:

Discover the magic of soothing herbal teas like ginger or mint to tame those unruly tummy troubles.

Nourish yourself with light, gentle foods that won't aggravate your stomach, such as plain rice or comforting broth.

Keep a trusty heating pad on hand to melt away any lingering discomfort like a warm, cozy embrace.

Conquer the Battle Against Unexpected Nausea! 🤢🌈 Arm yourself with these nausea-busting strategies for a swift recovery:

Seek out a tranquil refuge where you can privately combat the urge to vomit.

Harness the power of deep breathing techniques to restore balance and calm your queasy stomach.

Freshen your mouth with a revitalizing rinse or tantalize your taste buds with zesty lemon to minimize unpleasant aftertastes.

Allow your body a brief break from food and drink for a much-needed respite after a bout of nausea.

Remember, these sensational tips are your secret weapons for handling minor emergencies like a true champ. However, if you encounter severe symptoms, prolonged discomfort, or have any concerns, don't hesitate to seek professional medical advice.

Get ready to conquer those unexpected moments with style, Tumblr fam! ❤️

#HealthHacks101 #UnleashYourInnerWarrior #StayPrepared #health #healthtips

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A Lifesaver for Minor Ailments: A Review of "The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies"

I've always been a believer in the power of natural remedies for everyday health niggles. However, navigating the vast amount of conflicting information online can be overwhelming. That's where "The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies" came to my rescue.

A Wealth of Knowledge at Your Fingertips

This book is a treasure trove of practical advice for treating a wide range of common ailments. From soothing a sore throat to calming an upset stomach, the book offers a variety of doctor-approved home remedies for over 2000 conditions. Each entry is clearly laid out, providing a description of the ailment, potential causes, and a selection of effective home remedies.

I particularly appreciated the "tips, techniques, and causes for medical concern" sections within each entry. This dual approach empowers you to understand the root cause of your discomfort while offering solutions you can implement right away. For instance, the book suggests using a cool mist humidifier for a stuffy nose but also advises seeking medical attention if the congestion persists for more than a week. This balanced approach gives you the confidence to manage minor issues at home while knowing when to seek professional help.

Simple and Effective Solutions

The beauty of "The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies" lies in its focus on readily available ingredients and techniques. Most remedies rely on common household items like honey, ginger, or baking soda. This makes it a practical and cost-effective solution for anyone looking to take charge of their well-being.

I was pleasantly surprised by the variety of unconventional yet effective remedies. Who knew a paste of baking soda and water could soothe a sunburn? Or that sipping flat soda could settle a queasy stomach? The book is filled with these ingenious tips that are backed by the knowledge of medical professionals.

More Than Just a Recipe Book

"The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies" goes beyond simply listing remedies. It emphasizes the importance of preventative measures and healthy lifestyle choices. The book offers guidance on strengthening your immune system, managing stress, and getting enough sleep – all factors that contribute to overall well-being and reduce the likelihood of minor illnesses.

This holistic approach resonated deeply with me. It's a refreshing change from books that solely focus on symptom relief. "The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies" empowers you to take an active role in your health, promoting a proactive approach to wellness.

A Must-Have for Every Household

"The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies" has become a staple in my household. It's a well-written, informative, and empowering guide that provides effective solutions for everyday health concerns. With its emphasis on natural remedies and preventative measures, the book offers a valuable resource for anyone looking to take control of their well-being. I highly recommend this book to anyone who wants to be prepared for minor ailments and navigate the path towards a healthier lifestyle.

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#The Doctor's Book Of Survival Home RemediesBook (printed)#healthcare #health & fitness #nutrition #exercise #fitblr #yoga #bodybuilding #workout #fitspo #gym #crossfit #mental health #health and wellness #healthylifestyle #beauty #healthy tips #healthy life tips

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ashleysingermfablog · 2 months

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Wk 9, April 2nd, 2024

Garden Article, Medicine

Teapot and roses on table, 2015, photograph by Learn Hoory

From the text: Homemade “Heating and Healing” Tea, Just in Time for Fall by Learn Hoory, 2015…

As the season transitions from warm weather to cold, a hot cup of tea can be one of nature’s best remedies to ease us through this shift. This “Heating and Healing” tea recipe is made solely from herbs and spices that are warming, grounding, and nourishing.

Ginger and cardamon have been used as a digestive aid as their heating properties can increase circulation and ease an upset stomach. Ginger is also considered a medicinal staple owing to its capacity to cleanse and detoxify the body. Cardamon, meanwhile, can be used to heal infections of the mouth and throat. Cloves are the flower buds of a tree native to Indonesia, and are known to relieve tooth aches, ease gum pain, and also to aid overall digestion.) Cinnamon is another ancient spice that has been highly revered for centuries but is now a commonplace kitchen staple. Harvested from the inner bark of the Cinnamomum tree, cinnamon rolls up into a stick when dried.

Like tea to the human body, the garden world revolves around the nutrients of plant matter on the top soil and the water which carries these nutrient to the roots. Alongside water in the garden, the celestial (sun, moon, stars) can guide the body in gardening and planting and cultivation can operate around appropriate weather conditions, moon planting guides and times of 'energy' in the seasons. Alike humans, most annual and perennial garden or nursery plants rely on large amounts of water to successfully transition between phases of phenological states- reproduction in plants (bearing fruit, seeds and producing flowers for pollination) is altered and diminished by a lack of water or over watering. Thus a sense of nutrients and somewhat celestial balance between the body of waters that enter the garden, and the body of waters that are evaporated from the garden through the sun is paramount to plants healthy progression through each season.

Medicine, plant tea and visibility

Although a gardener may ‘see’ themselves watering plants, the rain pouring on crops or potted plants, or the sun shining- much of the described process above is unseen. Water is not able to be observed going into the deeper layers of soil, the amount of sun is not able to be casually measured by a novice Gardner and planting with the moon is largely strategised yet open to inference by other factors such as weather or invasive species. The point is, that the seen and the unseen are two pivotal themes in successfully cultivating life, specifically vegetal and fundamental levels of intuition and commitment required to practice gardening.

Fom the text above:

This stony bare place was not on any map, like most utopias. Backed by the uncanny atmosphere of Romney Marshes – itself a half-where place with its queer past – and overlooked to the other side by the nuclear reactors that imbued the area with an apocalyptic air, Dungeness was defined by its otherness.

Made of this wee house, his wooden tent pitched in the wilderness, an art work – and out of its shingle skirts, an ingenious garden. But, first and foremost, the cottage was always a living thing, a practical toolbox for his work. Inside the cottage, on the shelves, alongside arcane medieval texts and modern erotica stood the china and plaster and spelter busts.

Pictured above: Derek Jarman’s Dungeness Prospect Cottage, 2023.

A garden with a back drop of nuclear power stations, yet the elements for life cultivation are successful.

#contextual #april

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im-anchan · 6 months

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Quirks and Charms of Kochi Prefecture, Japan

This post is a bit of a throw back, to when the JET Program dropped me in Middle-of-Nowhere, Japan, back in 2018.

I��ll be honest in saying that I didn’t expect much besides rice fields and my single convenience store. I braced myself for the quiet countryside life and having an abundance of free time. And in a lot of ways Kochi Prefecture is a bit quiet and isolated.

But I definitely didn’t expect Middle-of-Nowhere, Japan to have so much personality. Kochi is like that weird uncle that nobody in your family wants to talk about, but then you meet him and he actually turns out to be a pretty cool (but quirky) guy. And Uncle Kochi did a few things in his youth that he is proud of. VERY proud of. And don’t you forget it.

1. Ryoma Sakamoto

Wait, who’s Ryoma Sakamoto? said no-one in Kochi ever. Silly foreigner, let me educate you.

Ryoma Sakamoto was an important political figure who helped overthrow the Tokugawa Shogunate. Then, he got assassinated in a very dramatic way which was acted out for me by a very enthusiastic Japanese man. This is usually the furthest any actual historical explanation by a Kochi native ever goes, until they start explaining all the various places I can buy a Ryoma squishy keychain or see one of the many Ryoma statues. Oh yeah, and there’s also giant billboards with Ryoma’s face, a Ryoma museum, Ryoma plushies and more. Even the airport is called Kochi Ryoma Airport, the only airport in Japan named after a person.

2. Katsuo Tataki

Katsuo tataki, or seared bonito, is Kochi’s specialty, which I am often reminded of by Kochi people at seemingly random moments. Despite this, katsuo tataki is not in the least bit over-hyped. The bonito (a type of tuna) is raw on the inside with a delicious crust of seared fish on the outside. It’s served with ginger, green onions and tataki sauce. I don’t know what tataki sauce is exactly, but I could care less because it’s amazing.

You can get katsuo tataki in restaurants and supermarkets all over Kochi, but the most delicious is probably at the Hirome Market in Kochi City. I could honestly eat it every day. Dammit, I’m hungry now.

3. The Best Mascot in Japan

Speaking of katsuo (bonito), it’s time to talk about the best mascot in Japan, Katsuo Ningen. Here’s where the Kochi pride seems to falter a bit, which I don’t understand in the least. Katsuo Ningen is an ingenious concept for a prefectural mascot, translating directly to Bonito Human. Bonito Human is the real, official mascot for the prefecture of Kochi, and while many Kochi people seem to be ashamed of Bonito Human I am absolutely in love with it.

Once, I showed this picture to my 5th grade class. As the students hung their heads in shame, the teacher began apologizing that I ended up in the prefecture with such a strange mascot. “No!” I protested, “I love katsuo ningen!” I pulled out my katsuo ningen key chain and showed it to the class. It was the kind that you can squish and the eyes pop out. My 5th grade class hasn’t looked at me the same since.

4. Kochi Hospitality

But the best parts of Kochi aren’t its ‘famous’ figures and specialties. Since getting here I’ve been shown nothing but the warmth of Kochi hospitality (except for certain situations with my office, namely this one). At restaurants, just by striking up a conversation with the owners I’ve been sent home with boxes of fresh vegetables and snacks. My friend is close with a couple who owns a ramen restaurant, and when we went to eat there we were suddenly swarmed with free karaage (Japanese fried chicken), coffee, ice cream, and snacks until we thought we might explode. When my parents came to visit, a (pretty drunk) man ordered them rounds of beer and fried chicken and chattering endlessly about how he’s so glad that foreigners have come all the way to Kochi (my parents don’t speak a word of Japanese). One supermarket employee treats me like her long-lost friend every time I end up in her check-out line, excitedly asking me how I’ve been recently and teaching me random words in Japanese. My eikaiwa (adult English class) students invite me and the other American on adventures and one student even made me a katsuo ningen figure out of a cork.

All over Japan people are friendly, but everyone in Kochi seems more open and genuine than anyone I’ve met anywhere else. I spent a year there before moving to Tokyo in 2019, but to this day it was one of the most eventful and adventurous years of my life. Anyone who has a chance to get off the beaten track on their trip to Japan NEEDS to visit this underrated area.

#japan travel #kochi #japan trip #japanese #travel blog #personal blog #my writing

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squadmarketing · 6 months

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"Discover Dazzling Deals in Our Mall Wonderland"

In the heart of our city, where the urban rhythm pulses with excitement, there exists a shopping haven that transcends the ordinary. Welcome to our Mall Wonderland, where style meets savings, and every purchase is a dazzling deal waiting to be discovered. Behind the scenes of this retail utopia stands the creative brilliance of Ginger Media Group, orchestrating an advertising symphony that transforms shopping into an immersive experience.

Step into Wonderland: A Visual Feast Awaits

As you step through the glass doors of our Mall Wonderland, you're greeted not only by the latest fashion trends but also by a visual spectacle that unfolds thanks to the ingenious touch of Ginger Media Group. From strategically placed billboards to dynamic digital displays, every corner of the mall becomes a canvas for storytelling. Ginger's advertising mastery turns each aisle into an adventure, with banners beckoning shoppers toward dazzling deals and exciting discoveries.

Ginger Media Group's Artistry: Crafting an Experience

Ginger Media Group, the visionary minds shaping the narrative of our Mall Wonderland, have perfected the art of crafting an experience that extends beyond the transaction. Through a fusion of traditional and digital advertising, they've managed to create a synergy that captivates the audience from the moment they encounter the first promotional piece.

Print advertisements, boasting vibrant colors and bold typography, leap from the pages of magazines and newspapers, inviting readers to dive into the Wonderland's treasure trove of deals. Social media platforms serve as dynamic canvases, where Ginger's creative team showcases snippets of the shopping excitement that awaits, generating a buzz that reverberates through the digital landscape.

Dazzling Deals at Every Turn: Ginger's Advertising Magic

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Ginger Media Group's Multi-Platform Brilliance

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Ginger Media Group's Digital Symphony: A Harmonious Blend

In the digital age, Ginger Media Group's digital symphony is what sets Mall Wonderland apart from the rest. A user-friendly website serves as a digital gateway, where shoppers can explore current deals, plan their shopping route, and even participate in interactive contests. Ginger's social media team keeps the conversation alive, engaging with the audience, and building a community around the Mall Wonderland brand.

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Conclusion: A Dazzling Future

In the realm of shopping mall advertising, the collaboration between Mall Wonderland and Ginger Media Group stands as a testament to the power of creativity and strategic thinking. Discovering dazzling deals isn't just a tagline; it's an experience curated by visionary minds who understand the nuances of shopper psychology and the art of telling a compelling story.

As you navigate the aisles of Mall Wonderland, guided by Ginger's advertising magic, each dazzling deal becomes a chapter in a story of smart shopping and style triumphs. The synergy between Mall Wonderland and Ginger Media Group has transformed a routine activity into a thrilling adventure, where every visit promises not just a purchase but an unforgettable experience. So, come, step into our Mall Wonderland, where the magic of Ginger's advertising awaits, and dazzling deals are just around the corner, waiting to be discovered.

#marketing #branding #sales

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