I don't know if life is greater than death, but love was more than either. PRINCE VALARR TARGARYEN / FEM!OC a knight of the seven kingdoms, s.1 - ?

"I knew you'd be here." I let out a breath, settling down on the edge of the rock next to her. She kept quiet, her gaze focused on the gentle movements of the ocean. "I wanted to clear my mind." I took her hands in mine, intertwining them. "What's wrong?" I asked her, drinking in every inch of her face. She's gorgeous. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to, but know that i'm always here for you." I spoke up when i noticed her silence. A smile crept up on her face, her dimples popping out on the side of her cheeks. "Thank you." "I think i'm in love with you." I grumbled out as i pulled her closer, slowly guiding her head to my shoulder. "Yeah?" Her warm eyes met mine as she let out a soft laugh. I looked down at her. "Yeah, my heart feels like it's beating out my damn chest."

Rory Kavanagh x Female OC Boys of Tommen - second generation book Rory - "I just wanted you to know that this is me trying." Valerie - "Make my heart beat again." Credits: Chloe Walsh

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He didn't believe in second chances. She didn't believe in people. Tadgh Lynch had spent most of his life angry. Angry at his father. Angry at himself. Angry at a world that didn't stop burning even after everything he loved had already gone up in smoke. Now sixteen, living under someone else's roof, wearing the number 11 stitched into the back of his jersey, he was still trying to outrun a ghost with his mother's eyes and a monster's voice. Everyone in Tommen knew who he was - the hothead with a rugby number and a bruised knuckle, the smile that meant trouble, the boy who never stayed long enough to get hurt. Flora Feely? She didn't care. Quiet, awkward, sharp as broken glass when she spoke, Flora had mastered the art of staying unnoticed. It was easier that way. People couldn't leave if they never really saw you. And she was tired - tired of silence in her house, tired of being Patrick Feely's little sister, tired of pretending her heart hadn't gone cold the day her father walked out and her mam didn't ask him to stay. She didn't plan on noticing Tadgh Lynch. He didn't plan on needing her. But sometimes the fire in you recognizes the fire in someone else - and it doesn't matter how much you try to smother it. It burns anyway.