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20 - costa rican - she/her - lou lou 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

[louloucake]

NAVIGATION

(18+ ) - LOU LOU

welcome to my blog, feel free to send mini thoughts i love to read them!

currently writing for them men of akotsk!! (dunk, aerion, valarr and daeron!) might expand to hotd soon!

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[louloucake]

me discovering ur page

HAGAHAGAH thank youuu!!! 💕💕💕 i feel like a genius

[louloucake]

I just wanna say this was hot to see!!

But what about a frustrated tt!aerion after a hard day at work. so he just so aggressive and annoyed. And an ovulating!reader that was on him as soon as the door opened. she’s begging him when he just wants a cigarette, a beer and football on.

OMGGGGGOSHHHHH this scene im dying!!! anywaysss lols

tt!aerion coming home exhausted and you are ovulating...⋆.˚

the screen door slammed shut with a force that rattled the frame, the sound echoing his frustration before he even stepped into the house. aerion kicked off his boots, sending one skittering into the wall with a dull thud. he reeked of motor oil and sweat.

his boss had been on his ass all day, some new kid had stripped a bolt on a classic engine, and to top it all off, the ancient ac unit in the garage had chosen today to die, leaving him sweltering in the southern heat.

all he wanted was a cold beer, a cigarette, and to drown his brain in the mind-numbing roar of a football game.

he stalked into the living room, grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping the cap on the counter edge before heading for the couch. he was just sinking into the worn-out cushions, reaching for the remote, when he saw you.

you were coming out of the kitchen, and the look on your face was one he knew all too well. a hungry, determined gleam in your eyes that meant you were about to be all over him.

"hey, baby" you said, your voice a little too bright, a little too eager. "long day?"

"the longest," he grunted, his thumb jabbing the power button on the remote. the screen flickered to life, the sounds of the pre-game show filling the room. he fumbled for the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, his movements jerky and impatient.

you didn't take the hint. you padded over to the couch, settling onto the cushion beside him, much closer than necessary. "i missed you," you murmured, leaning into his side. your hand came to rest on his thigh, your fingers tracing idle patterns on the worn denim of his jeans.

“i missed you more,” he finally got a cigarette out and stuck it between his lips, patting his pockets for his lighter.

you just hummed and leaned in closer, your lips brushing against the side of his neck. you knew all his spots, the little clusters of moles just below his jawline, the sensitive skin right behind his ear. you pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to one of the moles, and he couldn't stop the shudder that ran through him, "c'mon, baby, not now."

"i'm serious," he grumbled, but he didn't push you away. he found his lighter and flicked it, the flame dancing for a moment before he lit his cigarette. he took a long, deep drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs, hoping it would calm the thrumming irritation under his skin.

"i know you are," you whispered, your breath warm against his ear. "you just need to relax. let me help you relax." your hand slid higher up his thigh, your fingers brushing dangerously close to his crotch.

he was so tired, so pissed off, that his body wasn't cooperating. a part of him, the primal, lizard-brain part, was responding to your touch, to your scent, to the soft, pleading tone of your voice. but the rest of him was still stuck back at the garage, still fuming about the stripped bolt and the foreman's condescending tone.

"baby, please," he breathed, the words coming out as a half-hearted plea, half-growl. he took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling up around his face. "just...let me watch the game. five minutes. that's all i'm askin'."

but you were in full-on ovulation mode, a woman on a mission. you weren't listening to his words; you were listening to the tension in his body, the subtle way his hips shifted towards your touch. you straddled his lap then, your knees on either side of his thighs, your weight settling over him. you took the cigarette from his fingers, stubbing it out in the ashtray on the coffee table before he could protest.

"hey," he started, but you cut him off with a kiss.

it wasn't a demanding kiss, but a soft, coaxing one. your lips moved against his, gentle and persistent, your tongue tracing the seam of his mouth until he opened for you. your hands came up to cup his face, your thumbs stroking his stubbled cheeks. you kissed his jaw, his chin, his cheek…

"please, aerion," you whispered against his skin. "i need you. i've been thinking about you all day."

he let out a ragged sigh, his resolve crumbling. he could feel the heat of you through his jeans, the soft press of your breasts against his chest. his hands, which had been hanging limply at his sides, came up to rest on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"can't ever take no for an answer, can you?" he murmured, but there was no heat in his voice now, only a cocky resignation.

you just shook your head, a small, triumphant smile playing on your lips. "not when it comes to you," you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

this time, he kissed you back, his lips parting under yours, his tongue meeting yours in a slow, deep kiss. the tension was still there, coiled in his shoulders and his back, but it was changing.

he broke the kiss, his eyes dark as they bored into yours. "alright," he said, his voice a low growl. "you want it? you got it. but you're gonna do all the work. i'm too fuckin' tired to move."

you just grinned, already reaching for the button on his jeans. "deal," you whispered.

with a deft flick of your fingers, you popped the button and slid down the zipper. the sound seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet living room, punctuated by the distant roar of the crowd from the television. you didn't hesitate, your hands hooking into the waistband of his jeans and his boxers, tugging them down just enough to free him.

he was already half-hard, heavy and warm in your hand. you stroked him once, twice, your thumb brushing over the sensitive head, and he let out a low, guttural groan, his head falling back against the couch cushions. his eyes fluttered closed, his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

"fuck," he breathed, his hips rocking up into your hand. "just like that."

you leaned in, your breath warm against his already-hardening length. you could smell him, a heady mix of sweat, soap, and something that was all aerion. you stuck out your tongue, giving him a slow, deliberate lick from base to tip, and his whole body shuddered.

you smiled, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip of his cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head. you took your time, exploring every ridge and vein. you weren't trying to get him off, not yet. you were just playing.

you kissed your way down his shaft, then you took one of his balls into your mouth, gently sucking it. he let out a string of curses, his hips bucking up off the couch.

"jesus fuckin’ christ," he gasped, his hand tightening in your hair.

you could feel him getting harder, thicker, his cock standing at attention, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. you leaned in, licking it away, savoring the salty taste.

"you're such a tease," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "gettin' me all worked up for nothin'."

you looked up at him, "who says it's for nothin'?" you whispered, leaning back in to continue your sweet, slow torture. you had all night, and you were determined to make him forget all about his bad day…

(i have another thought...like when he is super worn out and pissed off he for real just gets aggressive and rough and pins you down and shoves his dick inside you just to get you to shut up lols)

[louloucake]

Girl come back pleaseee

LOL IM SORRY GUYS!!!

i keep saying im back but then i fall off the face of the earth 😭💕

ive been so dizzy with work and life but tomorrow i SWEAR TO YA'LL I WILL BE POSTING!!! 🍀🌟🪽🍦

[louloucake]

husband!aerion who cums in his pants jsut from making out...⊹ ࣪ ˖

"aerion, you're getting your spit all over my chin," you complain half-heartedly, attempting to pull back from the onslaught of his kisses.

his grip on your waist tightens as you straddle him in the privacy of your chambers.

he doesn't stop. if anything, your protest only seems to fuel the ferocity of his assault. his mouth is a hot, wet possession against your skin, trailing from your jaw down the column of your throat. your husband is practically devouring you, marking you, trying to consume you whole.

"shush," he mumbles against your mouth, claiming you again with a passion that borders on feral. “i do not recall getting the same complaints when i kiss your cunny.”

your fingers tangle in his silver hair, pulling just enough to make him hiss. the sound vibrates through your chest as you grind against him, feeling his hardness beneath layers of expensive fabric.

"you're disgusting," you mutter with a smile, your body betrays your words as you continue your rhythmic movements atop him.

aerion's hands roam possessively over your curves, his mouth never leaving yours for more than a second. "tell me, wife, does my passion disgust you as much as your eyes suggest?" he chuckles darkly between kisses.

his condescending tone makes you grip his hair tighter, eliciting a guttural moan from him. you feel his hips buck involuntarily beneath you, his control clearly slipping.

"gods, aerion," you gasp as he bites your lower lip. "you're like a beast in heat."

his response is a strangled sound, somewhere between pleasure and surprise. suddenly, his body goes rigid beneath you, his fingers digging into your hips almost painfully. his kisses become desperate, sloppy, as he loses all composure.

when you finally pull back to look at him, his face is flushed, his pupils blown wide with desire.

"did you just...?" you start, a wicked grin spreading across your face.

aerion's expression is a mixture of pleasure and hunger for more, "don’t look so pleased with yourself," he murmurs, his lips hovering just above yours.

you lean in close, whispering against his ear, "my poor husband, so overwhelmed by a simple kiss. whatever would the court think if they knew their fierce prince came in his pants like a boy?"

his free hand slides down your side, fingers hooking into the fabric of your gown. "i may have found my release prematurely, but i assure you," he whispers against your neck, "i am far from finished with you tonight."

he captures your mouth again, this time with a gentleness that surprises you. "only you have this power over me, my infuriatingly perfect wife." he murmurs against your lips.

[louloucake]

What are your headcanons for Aerion and his wife/reader? I love everything you write about him, and if you don’t mind me sharing a thought about being married to Aerion: I feel like he’d play hard to get about everything, and only after some time being married would he start to grow attached to his wife, more out of a sense of possession than love. I also feel like it’d be really hard not to be completely overwhelmed by him 😦 he’s actually insane and I love it ❤️❤️❤️ anyway, I hope you’re doing well!!

yessss absolutelyyyy!!!

headcanons aerion x wife!reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

aerion doesn't understand love as most people do. to him, possession is affection. the more he wants to control every aspect of your life, what you wear, who you speak to, where you go, the more he actually cares for you. he'd never admit it, but when he's being most controlling is when he feels most vulnerable about losing you.

his famous targaryen temper would be something you'd learn to navigate like treacherous waters at the beginning stages of your marriage. small things wouldn't bother him, but perceived slights to his honor or your "disloyalty" (even just speaking too long with another man) would trigger terrifying rages. afterward, he'd be confused by your fear, as to him, passion is passion…whether in anger or desire!!

your resistance would be foreplay to him. the more you challenged him, the more desirable you'd become. he'd enjoy breaking down your defenses, seeing you go from defiance to submission (though he'd respect you more for never making it too easy).

he would be intellectually condescending, especially in the beginning, always assuming he knows better than you about everything…from politics to personal matters. yet, he'd secretly be impressed when you proved him wrong, though he'd never admit it. instead, he'd find another way to assert his superiority.

once you give birth to an heir, aerion's obsession would shift to include your child. he'd be terrifyingly protective and demanding about the child's upbringing, insisting on targaryen customs and language. your role would expand to include being the mother of his legacy…and seeing you become a mother would only make him want to make more children with you, and he'd become almost insatiable in the later stages of your marriage.

as years pass, your children become the primary way aerion expresses affection. he'll spend hours teaching them high valyrian, watching with intense satisfaction as they perfect the dragon's tongue. when he sees you patiently guiding their lessons or comforting them, he experiences a foreign warmth that both confuses and pleases him. you can only assume it comes from the relationship he had with his mother before she passed.

while he remains in control, there's a new tenderness in his touch. after particularly vigorous encounters, he traces patterns on your skin and press soft kisses to your shoulders…small little gestures that prove his love to you though he doesn’t say it often.

where once his rages would terrify you, now you've learned to weather them. instead of confusion at your fear, he now shows a clumsy sort of remorse by bringing you a gift or seeking your presence without explanation, as if proximity alone is an apology.

his condescension has softened into what he considers "playful debate." he now actively seeks your opinion on matters, though he'd frame it as testing your intelligence. when you prove him wrong, instead of immediately asserting superiority. your mind has become as valuable to him as your body.

your marriage has developed its own rituals like nightly walks in the gardens where he actually listens to your day, or the way he always saves the choicest portion of the evening meal for you.

as your children grow, aerion's anxieties shift to their futures. he becomes obsessed with securing their positions, educating them in the ways of dragons and rulers. in quiet moments, he expresses these fears to you, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. "they must be stronger than me," he might admit, which is as close as he'll come to acknowledging his own perceived shortcomings.

he learns your preferences without being told, anticipates your needs before you voice them, and shows a loyalty that extends beyond mere possession. when you're ill, he actually cancels engagements to remain by your side!!!

[louloucake]

HI GUYS!!! sorry ive been so away! i will try to answer as many asks as i can bc i love them all!!! i have new works out tomorrow so yay finally!

[louloucake]

Whereabouts is the whole tt!aerion set in? <33

i've always imagined it as intentionally a little vague so people can picture it however they want, but the original version is definitely set in the southern united states. think louisiana, mississippi, south alabama...that general vibe. like think shawn heard!!! lols americanized aerion.

that being said...i also don't really mind when people picture him in the uk! it depends on how u want to invision him but the og idea was that he is american!

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at what ages do tt!aerion and reader become parents? 🤭

i've always pictured it happening pretty quickly after you come back!!

19-ish you return home from boarding school that winter. you and aerion slowly find your way back to each other. the letters, the desserts, fixing your car, sitting on his couch...that's when all the old feelings come back. then he secretly attempts to baby trap you multiple times because he's terrified you're going to marry valarr. he knows it's wrong, but in his mind he's running out of time and this is the only way he can keep you.

around 20ish you find out you're pregnant. at first you're determined to tell him because it's his child, but you make it clear that the pregnancy doesn't automatically mean you're getting back together. (that conversation goes...very badly.) then ofc mae (maegor) is born, making you both first-time parents while you're still so young!!!

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amateur hour

robert franklin & f!reader

content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, aspiring pornstar!reader, situationship, filming, m. receiving oral, dirty talk, spit, crying, praise.

“so, how are we doing this?”

bobby’s pursing his lips while examining his clunky camcorder, making sure it’s running smoothly through the viewfinder by directing his shot towards your unimpressed expression and lingerie clad form. a grin tugs at his lips, “casting couch style? or maybe all romantic and cutesy? you already know i’m pretty good at playing boyfriend.”

you cross your arms over your chest. the motion squishes your tits together in the lace that’s holding them— a pleased grunt falls from bobby’s lips as he watches it happen through the camera.

“what’s your one friend’s name again?” you ask, titling your head the side as your eyes meet his. you feign ignorance before fully jabbing at him with your words, “maybe i’ll ask him to do this for me instead ... i feel like he’d definitely say yes.”

“yeah, that’s not fuckin’ happening.” bobby murmurs with that possessive edge you’ve only heard a few time before.

“then shut up and sit down.”

his eyes narrow. before he can do or say anything else, you’re grabbing his arms and leading him to relax on the sofa with a light push to his chest. he lands with soft groan, you know he’s already aching in his boxers just from that sound alone. a hum of approval leaves you, “you can start actually filming now— pretty please.”

“right …” he breathes. he’s suddenly more nervous than he has been in months around you, as you go from the mean and bossy girl he knows to a needy plaything for the camera.

you drop to your knees in front of him the second he starts recording. he’s torn between watching you through the viewfinder and actually keeping his eyes on you. he doesn’t trust himself not to tremble and fuck up his shot or become distracted, so he settles on watching the recording no matter how much it makes him suck his teeth. you giggle so quietly that the camera can barely pick up on it when you see the hard outline of him through his jeans.

“c’mon, baby. touch me already.” he coaxes through a raspy whine.

it’s then that you remember you gave his filthy mouth free-reign. it was in your agreement. you swallow down the urge to roll your eyes before you rub your hands up his tense thighs. one of them palms him over the denim keeping him confined, his hips lifting to chase after the little taste of friction. he hisses when your fingertips brush against his lower abdomen once you finally go for his belt. he’s too easy.

the second your fingers wrap around him and free him from his boxers, he adjusts his own grip on the camera. you see his jaw work with the need to hold back a groan as you peer up at him through your lashes, your soft palm rubbing against his shaft, working him in slow pumps that make his head fall back against the couch for a split second. when your delicate fingers squeeze just enough, he sucks in a breath behind the camera— “are you gonna use that mouth on me?” he drawls out.

you only nod, allowing some drool to fall from your lips to make the glide of your hand easier before your soft lips wrap around him. his hand comes down to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheek as you lower your mouth and feel him twitch against your tongue. when you push past the urge to gag, throat flexing around his dick while you manage to take him fully with practiced expertise, he holds you there. because you gotta show off your talents for the camera, right?

“attagirl. so good at taking dick, look at you—” he grits out, moaning as your teary eyes look right into the lens and your mouth vibrates with a sweet hum. he feels heat settling at the back of his neck, sweat inducing and merely a precursor to the full pleasure you’re about to give him. he rubs the hot tear that escapes your lashes into your soft skin, talking down at you as you start moving your head and breathing through your nose like a you’ve learned to do, “you’re gonna be everyone’s favorite little pornstar, huh?”

but you both know you were his first.

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Sorry for being a slut but can you do dry humping with Bobby when you’re Kat’s best friend? And reader and Bobby say it doesn’t count since clothes are on

HAGAHGALOLSSS CUTEEE

you and bobby getting it on (sort of) during work hours! ⋆.˚

you're trying to make sense of the inventory spreadsheet clark left you, numbers blurring together on the clipboard when you hear bobby call your name from across the showroom floor.

"hey, come check this out," he says, patting his lap from where he's sprawled in one of the plush leather sofa chairs. "this remote has like, fifty different settings."

"bobby, i'm supposed to be working," you protest, but you're already walking toward him.

"five minutes," he grins, holding up the remote. "just wanna show you how this massage function works."

as soon as you're within reach, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down onto his lap. the clipboard nearly slips from your hands as you land sideways across his thighs.

"bobby!" you laugh, trying to push yourself up. "clark will kill me if i don't finish this inventory."

"clark can wait," he murmurs, his lips finding that spot behind your ear that makes you melt. "you've been working wayyyy too hard anyway."

his hands slide down to your hips, fingers tracing patterns through your skirt as he starts kissing down your neck. you can feel his breath against your skin, warm and teasing.

"seriously, i need to-oh," you gasp as he nips at your pulse point, your body betraying you as you lean into his touch.

"need to what, babe?" he asks, his voice muffled against your skin. "right now i think you need to relax." before you can protest again, he's guiding your hips to move against him and lifting your thigh to get you to straddle him. the friction sends a jolt straight to your core, and you bite back a moan.

"bobby," you breathe, but your hands are already tangling in his hair instead of pushing him away.

"that's it," he murmurs, his hands tightening on your hips as he helps you grind against him. "just like that."

his lips find yours, and you're lost in the kiss, all thoughts of work and inventory sheets forgotten. his tongue explores your mouth as your hips move against his with increasing urgency.

"god, you feel so good on me," he whispers against your lips. "been thinking about this all fuckin’ day."

"me too," you admit, your head falling back as he kisses down your neck again.

the leather chair creaks softly as your movements become more desperate. bobby's hands slide from your hips to your ass, practically kneading your ass as he guides your movements.

"like that?" he asks, though he already knows the answer from the way you're grinding against him. "you like rubbing against me like this?"

you can only nod, words failing you as pleasure builds with each movement. bobby's dirty talk has always been your weakness…the sweet way he says the filthiest things.

"wish we were naked," he murmurs, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "wish i could feel how wet you are right now."

the thought sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you press harder against him, chasing the pleasure that's building with each movement.

“this is a really bad idea…” you whine in a haze, “anyone can walk in and catch us-”

"let 'em watch," he growls, his hands gripping your ass tighter. "maybe they'll learn something."

you laugh breathlessly, but it turns into a moan as he shifts his angle, pressing perfectly against your clit through the denim. the friction is maddening, not enough to get you there but more than enough to drive you wild.

"that's it," he encourages, his voice dropping to that low rumble that makes your stomach clench. "ride me just like that baby…"

bobby's hands guide you, his mouth claiming yours again as he swallows your moans.

"ew! guys!" kat's voice cuts through your post-orgasmic haze. "really?! on the furniture we're selling?!"

you and bobby freeze simultaneously, eyes wide with panic as kat stands there, hands on her hips, looking utterly disgusted.

"we had a deal! if he got to hang out here like a deadbeat loser, we agreed NO SEXUAL ACTIVITIES in the store!"

bobby has the decency to look embarrassed, though he's still holding you tightly on his lap. "we were not having sex," he defends. "our clothes are on."

kat stares at him like he's just grown a second head. "the 'it doesn't count with clothes on' rule? seriously? are we fifteen again?”

"we weren't-" you start, but she cuts you off.

"don't even," she grimaces. "i can see exactly what you two were doing…grinding all over each other like teenagers in the back of a movie theater…"

"it's not like we stained it," bobby mutters.

kat throws her hands up in exasperation. "oh, well that makes it perfectly fine then! as long as the furniture remains pristine, feel free to turn my workplace into your personal love nest!"

you hide your face in your hands, mortified. "can we please just forget this happened?"

"oh, i'm not forgetting this," kat says, "i'm mentally documenting this moment for future blackmail purposes."

"hey!" bobby protests. "that's not fair, we didn't even finish."

"BOBBY!" you and kat yell in unison.

"what?" he asks, genuinely confused. "i'm just saying, it's rude to cockblock." he grumbles, finally loosening his grip enough for you to slide off his lap.

as you stand awkwardly adjusting your clothes, kat looks between you both with disgust.

"you two are like horny rabbits with impulse control issues. now get back to work before i tell clark you're both 'stress testing' the furniture cause i'm pretty sure that's not in the job description."

"actually," bobby pipes up, "i think it could fall under 'team building exercises'."

kat stares at him, then at you, then back at him again. "i'm going to pretend you didn't just say that. now both of you, back to work. and if i catch you 'testing' any more furniture, i'm hosing you both down with the fire extinguisher."

as she walks away, bobby leans in to whisper, "think she'd really use the fire extinguisher?"

"only if we're lucky," you mutter with a slight smile, grabbing your clipboard. "now come on, we actually have work to do before clark gets back."

[louloucake]

God I fucking love your writing queen you are a GIFT

IM LOCKED INNNN

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https://www.tumblr.com/dearlizzies/818960261923930112/reader-just-yapping-as-bobby-goes-to-town

Letting u know this person sent this same prompt to someone else as well not sure if that’s something u would want to know but thought I’d tell u incase

thank you for letting me know!!!!

kind of sucks but i don't mind if people send the same prompt to multiple writers since everyone ends up putting their own spin on it... but it was really sweet of you to give me a heads-up!!!! 💕💕

thank you angelll! 🥹

[louloucake]

I think you like aerion, not sure tho 🤔

HAGAHAJAGHA STOPPPP 😛😛😛

well yes.

[louloucake]

Your writing is amazing! I get so excited when you post

AWWWEE thank you so much!!! thank you for reading and supporting my stories it genuinely keeps me motivated to keep writing!!!! 🥹💕

[louloucake]

Girl ur trailer trash! Aerion stuff hits a little too close to home as someone who is currently dating a blonde haired blue eyes mechanic who smokes cigarettes and lives in a mobile home. He actually has some rich cousins who we went on vacation with last year, and one of them would constantly hit on me and at one point my boyfriend claims he saw him spiking my drink and he beat the absolute shit out of him. We got kicked out of the resort since he fought him in front of a HUGE group of people and his uncle had to bribe the local authorities so that no one would get arrested 💀 Haven’t talked to said cousins since and now his dad and his cousin’s dad are majorly beefing 😫 love him tho!

PLEASE 😭😭 not the trailer trash!aerion prophecy coming true.

first of all... your life sounds like it belongs in an HBO drama because WHAT DO YOU MEAN

i'm glad you ended up okay!!!! that's a genuinely scary situation omgggg!!! wishing you two a lot less chaos going forward!!! 🥰🥰💝

[louloucake]

Roland and Reader fics just scratch that itch that we didn’t get with Harwin and Rhaenyra 😭❤️ I love every one of them you’ve written,,, I wish we could’ve seen more of Harwin and Rhaenyra’s relationship

STOP this is literally the biggest compliment!!!!

that's exactly the vibe i was hoping for. we were robbed of harwin and rhaenyra, so i'm just filling the void the only way i know how!! 💕