cas is a very impatient guy but when life finally starts to slow down and he retires with dean, he picks up hobbies that require some patience and he does get better at it. he knits dean a beautiful dark purple sweater and it's kind of cropped, because well, still learning the patience thing. plus dean looks incredibly hot and his tummy is on show, he doesn't see the issue. dean thinks it was on purpose and it might as well be
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Good morning beautiful 💕
I would like to request a drabble with drunk Valaena aka “would u still love me if i were a worm”🥹😅
lmfao pls never mind if it’s silly, hope you’re having a good day
GOOD MORNING TO THIS PROMPT AND THIS PROMPT ONLY
“Please get in bed,” Aemond sighs, pulling back the covers of the duvet for his tipsy wife.
Valaena, wearing his biggest shirt and curled into a ball in the closet, pouts at him. He swears here and now that the next time Helaena and Valaena drink together, he’s getting rid of their peach schnapps. As adorable as this giggly drunk Valaena is, getting water into her, getting her up the stairs, face washed and teeth brushed, and into something that resembled pajamas had like trying to herd cats. She just wanted to giggle and admire the way the light reflected off his rings, braid little pieces of his hair and tell him he was pretty.
Which, altogether, he didn’t mind, but her motions were starting to slow, eyes blinking syrupy slow at him as she hid her knees under the hem of his shirt. The giggly portion of the intoxication was fading into sleepiness, and he wanted her safe and comfortable in bed when that transition was completed.
“Carry me?” Valaena holds up her hands, still slurring slightly, scrunching her hands at him like a toddler asking to be picked up.
Fighting a smile and physically incapable of denying her anything when her eyes were that big and innocent, Aemond acquiesces, crouching down to carry pick her up. She clings to him, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.
“Aemond?” She mutters into his bare skin after she burrows her face past the collar of his shirt.
“Valaena?” Aemond mimics with affection.
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Her voice is muffled, but Aemond hears it clearly enough and has to swallow his laugh.
He tucks her into bed, following her down onto the mattress when she refuses to relinquish her hold on his neck. Rolling carefully, he tucks her into his chest, making sure she’s on her side.
She’s pouting at him again, lower lip sticking out just the tiniest amount, eyes round and eyebrows raised. The lavender of her eyes is glazed over from the alcohol, but he can see the pleading in them, mirrored in the way her fingers curl into the front of his shirt, holding on in rapture for his answer.
“I would build you the best worm terrarium in the world,” he indulges her, pressing a gentle kiss into the crown of her head.
The smile that breaks across her face is worth the absurdity of the thought. “And you’d carry me around in your pocket?”
He’s not sure how she got pocket travel from a world-class terrarium, but if that’s what she wants, that’s what he’ll give her.
“Can’t leave my worm wife behind, can I?” This time, some of the laughter bleeds into his voice, but she doesn’t seem to mind, sighing contentedly.
“I knew you loved me,” she murmurs triumphantly, even as her lids are flickering closed.
“Valaena, I would love you even if you were a worm or an amoeba or a fungi or whatever the fuck else you’re going to ask me about,” Aemond kisses her head again, but she’s already asleep, lips parted slightly, fingers still curled in his shirt as if to keep him there.
He hopes Rhaena is getting the exact same question from an equally giggly Helaena.
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love those mutuals who I wish we sat together in highschool because we would've been best friends. Mutuals who I wish I could sit with outside a party on the porch and talk for hours with. Mutuals who I wish we could help each other with our homework projects late at night. Mutuals who I wish I could call on to help me bake a last-minute cake for an event i just found out about.
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After being trapped in the Grimold for god knows how long + ten years you know Maxim is so hungry.
Of course, he has more important matters to deal with. His stomach can wait.
MHMMMMM god. He's trying to go about his business and take down the Merlinians, but... it's difficult to focus when his stomach is making so much noise.
So, his best solution is to just give it something to keep it occupied until he can get some actual food... well, you might be the unlucky someone he chose to fill that empty space.
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joining the wholesome bandwagon <3 aemond would be such a girl!dad, coddling his lil bby and refusing to betroth her, but at the same time making sure she knows her worth and like 10 different ways to gut someone like a fckn fish
Oh you know that girl would be a menace,,, studying the sword history and philosophy,,, tea sessions with her scary ass father,,, holding the king in the palm of her hand
Aemond secretly excited when his girls have Valaena’s curly hair bc that means he can show off the special way he learned to care for it for Valaena
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