Pema x Tarrlok.
vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell
Pema frowned at the new, diamond-laden necklace she found on her vanity one morning, catching sight of her husband standing innocently behind her in the mirror. It was lovely, she had to admit, but she never was one for extravagant gifts, and Tarrlok knew that.
"You don't have to dote on me." She pouted, taking her seat and starting the process of pinning her hair into it's usual chignon. One of Tarrlok's hands was on her shoulder and she stopped fixing her hair, tilting her head up to look curiously at him.
"I know."
"Then why?"
Tarrlok chuckled and kissed her on the top of her head, and suddenly a new ball of yarn in a shade of yellow she'd been searching for was held in front of her eyes, and she smiled gratefully and accepted the much more appropriate gift. "Because I'm going to treat you like you deserve to be treated."











