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itsmewillful · 11 months ago

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The Older Sibling-PART ONE

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(Anakin Skywalker x GN!reader)

Word Count: 4377 words

Outline: Reader is desperate to find a job and lands one babysitting one of the richest kids in town. Excited to start, reader eventually meets the older brother of the kid they're babysitting, and finds out he's the biggest jerk (and most handsome) man in town

Warning(s): MATURE CONTENT: Swearing, kissing without consent, Anakin being a jerk for no reason, enemies to lovers trope ig

Story below the cut

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You were doing anything to get a job. All your debts from college were building up quicker than you liked and you were overwhelmed with the idea of being sent to jail for having too much money due.

So you found yourself getting a job as a nanny. Yes, a nanny. You were to look after a young girl around the age of 7 all day and prepare all meals for her. The job was simple enough. Now being a graduate from University, you no longer have to worry about studying for things and getting good grades.

What made this job hard was you weren’t working for some random family that you found online that needed a job. You were working for the incredibly wealthy family that seemed to ‘rule’ the small town you lived in. The Skywalkers.

They owned just about every successful business. And, they were also related to the Mayor of the town. Which is quite a big deal.

So, when you pulled up to the Skywalker residence almost five minutes late, you were worried that you were going to get fired immediately. But, you still held your breath and prayed to the Maker that your day would go just fine and you wouldn't have to worry about job hunting for at least a few years now.

When the door was opened, you were confused to see someone you didn’t even recognise. He was at least 6 feet, and he looked like he was about to just slam the door back into your face when he made eye contact with you.

“Um. . .” You trailed off.

“Who are you and what do you want?” The man asked you.

“I-” You began but were interrupted when an older lady walked up behind and practically shoved him out of the way.

“Hello dear! You must be Y/N! I am so glad you came, I hope Mr. Windu didn’t frighten you off. He’s just our home's security guard since we have had a few break-ins over the years. He might look scary but I promise you he’s a big teddy bear (Mr. Windu huffed at that, to which the Lady smiled to) Well, nevermind that! Come in, come in! Ahsoka can’t wait to meet her new caretaker. And did I mention how grateful I am for your help? I can go on and on all day about it.”

She waved you into the house and you followed in, the door being slammed behind you.

You smiled when you made eye-contact with the woman and immediately recognised her. Shmi Skywalker.

“Mother, who is this?” You heard a small voice call out from behind you. You turned around and noticed a small, young girl standing straight. She wore a pretty red dress that flowed off her waist elegantly and her hair was tied up into two french braids that went past her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes and she had small freckles dotting her face. You had to admit: She was one adorable little girl.

“Hello there,” You smiled. “You must be Ahsoka. I am your new caretaker, Y/N.”

The young girl grinned and ran up to you and gave you a tight hug.

“Hi! I am so so happy you are finally here! My older brother left for work and I was gonna die of boredom.”

You giggled at the young girl’s dramatic speech and grasped her hand firmly.

“Why don’t you show me where you usually play?” You asked her with a twinkle of mischief in your voice.

“I’m so glad to see you both are getting along just fine.” Shmi interrupts you with a happy tone of voice. You turned your head to meet her gaze and gave her a small smile.

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Mrs. Skywalker.”

“Not a problem dear. Now I have some work to do. I won’t be back till at least 12 tonight. So feel free to take the spare room near Ahsoka’s room. Since I often am out late, you can expect to find yourself there quite often if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, Ma’am. I brought enough things for one night.” You politely replied.

“Splendid! Well, Ahsoka darling, I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early, hopefully.”

Shmi opened her arms for a hug and Ahsoka broke from your grasp and ran to her mother.

“Good-bye Mother! I love you.” Ahsoka whispered. Shmi gave her a small peck on her cheek before she rushed out the door. When the door closed behind her, you faced Ahsoka and gave her a small and cheeky smile.

“So, what do you want to do?” You asked her.

“I want to dress up! And also, can we bake some cookies?” Ahsoka asked with puppy dog eyes. You giggled at her interesting combo of activities.

“Sure, but you have to choose which one you want to do first.”

Ahsoka stood completely still for a moment before she grins.

“How about we dress up AND bake at the same time? We could pretend we are in the 1800’s and we sell baked goods for a living!” Ahsoka beamed over her idea and your heart just about melted. The way a child’s imagination works always fascinated you. You for one never had much of a childhood since you came from a poorer family and worked to help as long as you could remember. But you never let that stop you from supporting children who are fortunate to do what they want and when they wanted.

“Sure.” You grabbed Ahsoka’s hand before deciding to pick her up. “Now, how about you show me where your room is so we can get changed?”

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About two hours later, you both were dressed in robes that Ahsoka found in her dress up closet and had completed a nice batch of chocolate-chip cookies. By the time lunch came around, Ahsoka had almost four cookies and was high from the sugar and was (literally) bouncing off of walls.

You then decided it was best for the both of you to go outside to the backyard and play out there for a while to get rid of some of her built up energy. Ahsoka was of course running around the whole time. It wasn’t until about an hour later that she was completely drained of sugar and with heavy feet walked back to where you had seated on the porch overlooking the large yard.

“Hello Ahsoka, are you okay?” You asked when you noticed her attitude had changed from her usual cheery self. She nodded and sat beside you before she leant her head onto your shoulder.

“I am okay.I just miss my older brother, Y/N.” She whimpered as tears began to fill her eyes. You hugged her from the side and rested your chin on her small head.

“It’s alright, I’m pretty sure he misses you too.”

“I don’t think so. He is an adult now and he’s never ever home to play with me.” Ahsoka said with a pout. “I believe that big brother has replaced me with his job and loves his job more than me.”

“What’s your older brother's name?” You asked her with a gentle tone. Ahsoka’s facial expression changed from one of anger to one of joy within a few seconds. And from that observation, you realised that she seemed to love talking about her older brother.

“His name is Kinny. Or at least that’s what I call him. I don’t ever call him by his real name because he thinks it’s stupid. Also, some of his friends call him Vader. But I personally believe that name is dumber” Ahsoka shrugged. You hummed at the new information before you pulled out your phone to get an idea about the time.

“Well, it’s around supper time now. Are you hungry for anything in particular?” You asked the young girl. Ahsoka nodded slowly before a familiar mischievous grin graced her features.

“Can we have cookies for dinner?”

You let out a small laugh at the response before you shook your head.

“You have had way too many cookies for today, young one. I think we should save some for your older brother when he gets home.”

Ahsoka seemed pleased with the arrangement and agreed.

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After about an hour or so you had Ahsoka go to bed. After she fell asleep, you decided to go downstairs to read a book that you brought with you to entertain yourself until you decided that it was your bedtime. You sighed quietly and continued to flip through the book, but your ears perked up when you heard the front door open. You sat up straight when you remembered that Mrs. Skywalker said she wouldn’t be home as early as 12, and it currently was around 9pm. You peered over the top of your book and noticed someone was standing in front of you.

“Um. . .hi?” you cringed at the question. The stranger, (being a young man of at least older than 20 years of age) gave you a questioning look. From the looks of it, he was at least 6 foot 2 and had an even scarier appearance than the guy you met this morning at the door. He had ocean blue eyes and a scar ran down the left side of his cheek.

You gulped quietly when you noticed he began to walk over to you slowly.

“Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?” he asked you. That was when you realised who this man was. It was the other Skywalker; Ahsoka’s older brother. Kinny? Was that his name?

“I’m Y/N. Who are you?” You asked with the most confidence you could muster. The man raised a brow at the question.

“You don’t know who I am?” He asked you with amusement in his eyes. You nodded way too quickly for your own liking. But he was making you nervous and you didn’t exactly want to respond with words at the moment. You feared you would accidentally say something wrong and get kicked out of the house before your brain could even process it.

“Seriously?”

You made eye-contact with the stranger again and raised your brow this time.

“Seriously what?”

“You really have no idea who I am?”

“No? Am I supposed to?” You sheepishly answered and nearly squealed when the stranger took another step closer to you.

“I am Anakin Skywalker. How the heck do you not know that? I like-run multiple businesses that are scattered across this town. Including The Order? You know, the biggest arcade and restaurant in town?”

You stood there dumb-found when you realised who he really was. Anakin Skywalker. The Anakin Skywalker. You had heard about him from your group of girl friends who all simp over him like love-sick animals. But you never paid much attention to those sorts of things. You didn’t even have any social media accounts since you used a crappy flip-phone. Even though the Skywalker’s were basically the rulers of the small town of Coruscant, you never cared much to find out who they really were and what they looked like.

“I wouldn’t know. I have never been to an arcade.” You told him with a shy smile when you saw his face go from one of curiosity to bewilderment.

“What?! What rock have you been hiding under?” he rudely replied to the new information.

You rolled your eyes at his response before you continued to read the book you sat down before the conversation began. It was quite obvious that this small action added fuel to the fire; and it took a second for you to realise that your book was snatched out of your hands and thrown onto the floor.

“Hey, why did you do that?” you calmly asked him. You weren’t someone who often looked for trouble, it went against all the things your beloved parents ever taught you.

“Why do you think?! I was talking to you and you decided to ignore me!” He shouted. In his fit of rage he brought his hand up to his hair and pulled on it. You watched the scene he was making unravel with a straight face. It was incredibly difficult seeing a grown man act like a five year old child.

“Umm for the record Mr. Skywalker, you were basically scrutinising how I live my life. I don’t care what you think, and I don’t do what every other person in this town does. So leave me be and get on with your evening. Good-night.” At those words, you stood up from where you were seated and walked to the book Anakin had earlier grabbed and thrown to the floor. But as you began to walk away, your arm was grabbed and you were pulled into the very strong chest of Anakin Skywalker.

“I wasn’t done talking to you.” Anakin said calmer than before. You tried to pull away from his grip but it was no use. He was incredibly strong. You sighed in frustration.

“I just wanted to say, I’m sorry you're such a Hobbit and don’t search for adventure.” Anakin grinned at his stupid joke. You however dryly laughed before you kicked him in the shins and began to walk to the room you were given.

“Why you fucking-I’LL TELL MY MOTHER!” He yelled before he practically bounded up the stairs to what you assume was his room and heard a door slam shut.

“What a prick.” you said to yourself calmly before closing the doors to your own room.

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You woke up early the next morning and got dressed into comfortable clothing for the day. You wore a nice pair of jeans and a large sweater since it was a bit chilly outside.

You decided to start up breakfast for Ahsoka since it was part of your job to do so. There was a small decision between pancakes and porridge. Eventually, you decided to make some pancakes and began to look around the kitchen for the ingredients.

After about ten minutes or so, you jumped at the sound of a coffee machine turning on. You looked up from what you were doing and noticed a very-much grumpy Anakin Skywalker. His arms were folded and his hair was matted to his face. You sheepishly smiled at him before turning around and continuing on with what you were doing before.

“What are you doing?” you heard a groggy voice. You turned back around and noticed Anakin was standing directly behind you.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you attempted to shove him back a ways. He smirked at your failure before he stepped up closer to you. He could feel him breathing down your neck and you shivered. You turned around and your face was mere millimetres away from his. You gulped and attempted to move away from him but found you were stuck between the counter and him.

“What do you mean? I’m just standing here.” He grinned when he realised he’s struck a tick that bothers you.

“You're way too close to me. Can you move back a few steps? Actually, a few feet?” You once more attempted to push him back but he just stood his ground and didn’t even move a centimetre. You groaned aloud in annoyance and just turned around and attempted to ignore his presence.

Meanwhile, Anakin was having the thrill of his life. He wanted to watch what you were doing and wanted to be as close as possible. Y/N (and whatever your last name was) was interesting to him. He never met someone so young who lived in a way you did. You couldn’t have been much younger than he was, and he was about to turn 24 in a few months. He decided to test dangerous waters and stept even closer to you. His body pressed against your own; he let out a nervous breath when he noticed you continued to do what you were doing and completely ignored his existence.

Meanwhile, you were having a literal heart attack. Like what the actual fuck is this man doing? Isn’t this illegal?

Your head swarmed with many questions and before you realised it, the pancake batter was done. The only problem being Anakin standing literally behind you.

“You may as well fuse with my body, Skywalker,” you told him when you realised he still wouldn’t let you move.

“I wouldn't mind that.” He said to himself.

“What?” You asked, confused on what he was mumbling about.

“You know,” he began, a smirk growing across his handsome face. “Instead of sitting on babies, maybe you should sit on my lap?” Anakin flirted.

You just about froze at what you heard. Who does he think he is? Sitting on babies?

“Bloody hell? What are you on about?” you paled.

“You're my sister's babysitter are you not?” He asked.

“I-yes?” you were still confused. That was until you thought about the fact that he said ‘babysitter’. You sighed heavily when you realised you are practically gonna look after two children instead of just one that was already pretty mature for such a young age.

“Skywalker, I am trying to make breakfast. I would appreciate it if you would get out of my bloody way.”

“Woah, chill out. I wasn’t trying to make you angry.”

You just about tackled him to the ground when you heard that. You made eye contact with him and tried to look threatening. But to no avail, you found yourself immediately looking away. His face was angelic. His bright blue eyes, curly dirty-blonde hair; and the grin he sent you made him look even more handsome.

You decided to just once again ignore him and began to cook the pancakes on the stove. You were glad when you didn’t feel him standing behind you anymore. But when you turned around to serve plates, you ran right into him once more.

You were about to yell at him when you felt him grab a hold of your waist and you felt lips connect with yours. It took you a few seconds to realise you were kissing him; and completely by accident. You didn’t kiss back as you were frozen in complete and utter shock. You looked up and noticed Anakin was looking at you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher.

But one thing for sure you did know, was how pissed you were about the situation.

“Huh, that’s never happened to me before. And it took, what, only a few hours for you to try and make out with me?” Anakin said with a cocky tone of voice. Your head nearly blew up in rage when he said that. Make out with him? Mate, you must be mental. You took steady breaths to try and calm yourself down.

“You-” you paused when you got a hold of yourself. “You just stole my first kiss, you bastard.”

Much to your surprise you watched Anakin smile at you.

“That makes it even better then, can I kiss you again? And what do you even mean by ‘steal’? You kissed me, not the other way around.”

You could feel tears begin to settle in your eyes but you held them back.

“I didn’t even want to kiss you the first time, you sorry excuse of a human.” You said with a shaky voice. As your mother had always said, it’s usually the men that were incredibly handsome that caused a lot of anger and heartbreak. And she was right. You always thought it was a joke to protect you from doing dumb things, but now, you realised she wasn’t that wrong. Your first kiss was stolen, by a stuck up, rude prick.

Anakin looked taken aback at your statement.

“What do you mean you didn’t want to kiss me? Everyone wants to kiss me.” That was all it took for you to confirm that Anakin Skywalker was a hot-headed, self-centred, arrogant man.

You huffed at him and finished serving plates. After you made the last plate you saw a familiar face walk up to you in the large kitchen.

“Good-morning Ahsoka, did you sleep well?” you asked her with a cheery voice. Anakin raised his brow when he noticed your change in attitude.

Ahsoka nodded and walked up to stand next to you. She reached up to grab a plate for herself and you helped her. She giggled in thanks and ran towards the dinning room to eat her food.

“Little prick didn’t even say ‘hi’ to me.” you heard a very grumpy Anakin complain.

“Maybe if you were a ‘good big brother that spent time with her often,’ she’d say ‘hi’ to you.” You smirked before grabbing your own plate and walked to the dining room to find Ahsoka.

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Breakfast was over quickly and you began to clean up the mess from it. Anakin had left shortly after he snatched a couple of pancakes to do who knows what. You were quite glad he was no longer there to mope around and cause trouble.

“Y/N! Can we go to the aquarium today? I want to see mermaids and fishes!” Ahsoka practically screamed when you finished putting the last plate into the dishwasher.

“The aquarium? Which one? There are many here.”

“Kamino Aquarium, obviously.”

You gulped. Of course the young Skywalker has been to the most extravagant aquarium Coruscant had to offer.

“How about we go somewhere else? Like the park or the public pool? It’s a far drive to Kamino and back.”

Ahsoka hummed in thought. She made a face that uncannily looked like the one Anakin made when he was teasing you-wait, why are you thinking about Anakin?

You shook your head at your thoughts and looked back at Ahsoka who seemed to know what she wanted to do.

“Can we go to the Park? It’s close to where Kinny works and he might stop by and say hello.”

Your smile dropped and you felt like frowning. Of course that insolent pup is going to be there. You brought your hand up to your face and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Sure, ‘Soka, we can go to the park.” You sighed through your nose and began to head up to your temporary room to grab your things. Ahsoka jumped up and down in excitement and ran to her room to get herself ready.

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“Y/n! Looky! Kinny is here!” Ahsoka shouted at the top of her lungs. You watched her jump off the swings she was on and bound towards the entrance of the small playground. You didn’t even turn around to acknowledge the presence of the other adult. Instead, you crossed your arms and legs and sat with gritted teeth on the small bench that overlooked the park.

“And hello to you too, Y/n/n.” you heard a familiar voice. You rolled your eyes and turned to face the culprit of all your troubles of the past 24 hours.

“Y/n/n? Really? Already on nicknames?” you huffed in annoyance.

“Yup. And you can call me anything you want as well.”

“How about dumbarse?” You said through clenched teeth.

Anakin chuckled and shook his head.

“Careful, Y/n/n, we have a pair of young ears listening.”

“Kinny, what is dumb arms?” Ahsoka asked innocently. Anakin snorted and you choked on the air you were breathing.

“Umm. . .he isn’t able to control his arms.” you said, hoping she would accept the answer. Anakin raised a brow at that, and was about to argue before Ahsoka bursted into a fit of giggles.

“Kinny, is that why you have people at your workshop help you? You can’t lift weights? I thought you were a strong person.”

“Wha-? I am! Y/n doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“Nuh uh, she went to adult school and you only went to teen school. She is, therefore, smarter than you.” Ahsoka stuck her tongue out at Anakin, before getting bored with the conversation and scurried off towards the play set where other kids her age were playing.

“Really? That was the best you could think of?”

“Well, I’m so sorry, but you weren’t gonna talk so I did.”

“Now my sister thinks I am incapable of doing things.”

“From what I’ve seen of you? You’re not totally incapable.” you said, suddenly interested in picking the skin around your nails.

“Really? Like what?” You smirked at his reply. He was a compliment seeker. How convenient, time to hurt his pathetically large ego.

“You’re exceptionally good at making a terrible first impression. Your flirting skills are mediocre, and you throw more tantrums than a four year old.”

You looked back up to see his reaction, and was confused to see him grinning ear-to-ear.

“You don’t like the way I flirt? Tell me, what do you like then?”

Your jaw dropped to the ground. What the heck is this man on? You basically just degraded him and he wasn’t even going to acknowledge it? You felt something touch your knee and noticed it was his hand. You didn’t even see him sit down next to you, that and the fact he’s basically trying to sit on you.

“S-Skywalker, can you please move? You're in my personal space.” You tried to push him back.

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? I already gave you a reason.”

“No, not that.”

“Then what, Skywalker?” You groaned in annoyance. You felt his hand begin to move up to your thigh and your breath got caught in your throat. This was definitely illegal.

“Why do you hate me so much? Why don’t you like me?” He whispered.

“I don’t hate you. I just really despise you and how you act. You were rather rude to me last night, and you kissed me without my consent.”

“I didn’t kiss you, you kissed me.”

“Look, it doesn’t matter ‘who kissed who’, it still happened and you tried to make a joke out of it.”

“I was just teasing you-”

“No, Anakin. You shouldn’t do that to people. It ninety-nine percent of the time rubs them the wrong way.” With that, you stood up from the bench and walked to where Ahsoka was playing.

“C’mon, let’s go home.”

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moonlightazriel · 2 years ago

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The family we choose /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: It has always been Azriel and Aiden against the world, but what will happen when the new school years begin and his son talks about this amazing teacher every day?

Warnings: None, just fluff cuz why not?

Word Count: 3,1K

Notes: Fucking finally, this has been sitting on my drafts for a while and i love this idea.

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“DADDY!” Aiden yelled, raising from his spot beside Feyre and rushing to get to him, he lowered to his level and waited for the little boy, he threw himself into his father’s arms, and Azriel wrapped his arms around him, giving him a tight squeeze.

“Hey, buddy! How was school?” His son rushed back to the table, Feyre, Nyx, and a lot of art supplies were waiting for him, he grabbed a piece of paper and ran back to him to show him the drawing.

“Miss Y/L asked us to draw our family.” Azriel looked closely at the figures, the 6-year-old had done a great job, he could see himself, Cassian, Nesta with a huge pregnant belly, Rhys, Feyre, Nyx, Mor, Emerie, Gwyn, Elain, and Lucien.

“That’s a beautiful drawing, you have a lot of talent.” He complimented.

“Aunt Feyre helped me make this drawing so I could give it to Miss Y/L, I really hope she likes it.” The flower bouquet was painted on a piece of parchment paper, Feyre had done the drawing but Aiden had painted it.

“She’s going to love it Den, but why don’t you and Nyx play in the garden while the adults talk?” Feyre suggested as she started to gather the supplies from the table, Aiden looked at Azriel and he nodded, the two boys happily smiled and started to rush outside. “He really loves this teacher.” She said and Azriel got to her side, helping her clean.

“Did he start with the never-ending rant about how amazing and beautiful she is?” She nodded. “You don’t think he’s projecting the feeling he had for his mother on her, do you?”

“Well, I can’t say for sure Az, Nyx likes her too, a lot, sometimes feels like he likes her more than me.” She giggled, rolling her eyes. “Maybe she’s just a really good teacher and there’s nothing to do with his mom.” Azriel nodded.

He had met Laurie in an Illyrian camp 10 years ago, and it was love at first sight, they lived like a happy couple until she met her mate, and decided that it was a good idea to leave Azriel with their 1-year-old son. 3 years ago, the news of her death reached him in Velaris, it was a tough blow that he wasn’t expecting but he slowly got over it, he had to, for his son. Ever since he does everything he can to make sure that his son is happy, and focused his life on him, even if his family tried to tell him that he should live his life too.

“She’s all he talks about ever since they started the school year, you have no idea how many times he asked if he could pick “Aunt Elain’s beautiful flowers” to give them to her.” Feyre looked at him and smiled.

“Let him be Az, it’s probably just a phase.” He nodded.

“Thanks for everything Fey, you’re amazing.” He said giving her a quick hug and kissing her temple.

“Get your hands off my High Lady.” Rhysand spoke with a smile on his face from the doorway. Azriel stepped back with his hands in the air.

“I’m already on my way, don’t need to get all overprotective.” Rhys playfully slapped his back while he walked outside to get Aiden.

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“Do you want to eat something?” Azriel asked his son as they walked around Velaris.

“My belly is full Daddy, Miss Y/L brought us the best cookies in the world, she made them.” The toddler happily spoke. “She said that she will teach us how to make them, she’s so nice, I really like her.”

“That’s awesome buddy, you just have to be careful around the fire.” He warned his son.

“Yes Daddy, cuz the fire hurts if we get too close.” He repeated the words Azriel had told him ever since Aiden started to crawl, his son was perfect, and he didn’t want him to be marked like he was, he didn’t need any scars on his perfect brown skin.

Aiden was a copy of him, with the same eyes, the same hair color, the same skin tone, and huge wings behind his back, and even if he could understand his father’s shadows just as perfectly as Azriel did, he had none, at least not yet.

The two kept walking until they reached the townhouse, Rhys knew how Azriel loved that house and decided to give it to him as a gift, it was good enough for him and Aiden and he was happy that his brother made him the owner, he took good care of that house.

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Azriel brushed his wet hair, spraying some perfume on his neck and chest as he got ready for the school meeting, the teachers requested to talk about the student's progress and how the parents could help with their learning. Aiden was already ready, playing in the living room as he readied himself, a simple black shirt, pants, boots, and truth-teller strapped on his thigh, his siphons glowed as he looked at himself in the mirror once again.

His son was really excited for him to meet his teacher finally, and even Azriel was curious, Aiden had practically dragged him across the street towards the school, the little boy was rambling all the way, and when he saw his cousin, he left Azriel behind to go play with Nyx.

“Someone is super happy.” Rhys said as Az approached him, the two kids were running around now.

“You have no idea.” He replied looking around, the kids were running and most parents just waited for the reunion, Azriel tried to spot who he thought was Miss Y/L, in his mind, he was looking for an old, kind fae, with white hair and granny coats, weren’t all teachers like that after all?

Faes started to come to the parents to lead them to the classrooms, they followed a male as he guided the way, the classroom was decorated with flowers, and kids' drawings, books, and toys were all over the place, and in the corner, in the front part of the classroom a female stood, she was beautiful, her hair was in a braid behind her back, she was wearing a long dress, and she had the prettiest smile in the world, she looked at Azriel and he swore he could see the world shining brighter as she looked at him, she couldn’t be…..

“Miss Y/L!” Aiden yelled, running past them and jumping in the female's arms, she lifted him from the ground, laughing with him.

“Hi Den, did you bring your daddy as I asked?” She spoke, her voice was calm and airy, and hearing her talk made Azriel feel like he was walking on clouds.

“Yup!” The toddler proudly nodded and pointed at Azriel who still stood in the doorway. “Daddy, this is Miss Y/L.” He happily said as the female walked closer to him.

Of course, everyone in Velaris knew who the Spymaster was, but it was something entirely different seeing him in person for the first time, the tall male was absolutely breathtaking, he was wearing the simplest clothes on earth and yet he looked perfect, the cobalt gems adorning his body, to contain his powers, glowed as he looked her up and down.

Y/N felt her cheeks getting hot as she approached the male, his eyes still glued to hers, she could feel the sparks of electricity as she held his gaze, extending a hand in his direction.

“I’m Y/N.” She managed to say, her voice more steady than she expected, good!

“Azriel. I’ve heard a lot about you.” The male chuckled and Y/N felt her knees go weak at the sound.

“Oh, i could say the same about you, little Aiden here loves his father more than anything else.” The little boy held his father’s hand while he blushed. “What about you take your Daddy to your seat and we’ll talk more later?” She lowered to Den’s level and he nodded, pulling his father to the empty seat in front of her desk. She went to greet other parents that arrived in the classroom.

“I wasn’t expecting that AT ALL.” Rhysand spoke as Azriel approached him, Nyx and Aiden sat side by side in class, he smiled at that, loving how close the cousins were like they saw each other as brothers the same way their parents did.

“What?” Rhys gave him a knowing look and he rolled his eyes.

“That she would be this pretty, guess I was expecting an old lady.” Azriel scoffed.

“Don’t let Feyre hear you, or you might sleep on the couch tonight.” Rhysand laughed and the two males looked at her while she spoke about the class progress. One by one, the parents approached her to speak about their children, they were the last ones in the classroom when she came to speak with them.

“High Lord!” She bowed a little. “Thank you two for coming in today. The boys are absolutely wonderful, they’re the top ones in class, but I’m afraid that they have some trouble with maths, I’ve been giving them extra exercises but maybe you two could keep an eye on that, and see why they’re struggling with that.”

“Of course, do you teach privately?” Rhysand asked, saying that she could teach a thing or two to Azriel in his mind, Azriel slightly shoved the High Lord and Rhysand suppressed a laugh.

“I do! If you need me just contact the school and they will let me know.” She smiled at them, and Azriel felt his chest fill with warmth with that.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He said, and the two said their goodbyes leaving her behind.

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Azriel rushed through the school corridors, opening the door to the nurse’s office, he almost fell to his knees as he spotted Y/N sitting in the corner, Aiden was in her lap, he was holding his little arm, and his cheeks were red from crying, his head was resting against her chest and she had her cheek pressed against his forehead, whispering a song to calm him down. The way his son grabbed her like she was the only person that could keep him safe, made Azriel’s heart bleed, the two turned their head to him.

“He fell while playing in the garden, the healer said that his arm just hurts cuz he fell on top of it, it’s not broken, and he’ll be okay. He’s just scared.” Azriel kneeled in front of them, and Den’s puffy red eyes locked with his, he grabbed his son, cradling him to his chest, kissing the top of his head. She still looked worried, like she was about to cry, the only people that worried that much about his son, were his family.

“Thank you so much for always taking care of him.” His voice was shaken, and the shadows around him still moved frantically, assessing Aiden for any injuries she could not be aware of.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, Aiden is a special boy, it’s my pleasure to take care of him.” She said gently, rubbing the toddler's back, Aiden was already sleeping in his father’s arms.

“No modesty please, let me pay you a coffee, I insist.” Azriel didn’t know why, but he wanted her to understand how much he appreciated her for all her care for his son. He could see that she was inclined to accept, so he talked again. “Meet me tomorrow morning at the Oak Alcove, by the Rainbow. At 9!” He said, thanking her once more, grabbing his son’s backpack, and leaving without waiting for an answer, he just hoped she would show up.

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Y/N walked between the tables trying to spot the Shadowsinger, she was wearing a simple dress, and she rubbed her sweaty hands in the soft fabric for the third time, she gave another look around before she saw a hand raised in the air, Azriel was wearing leather clothes, the breath got caught in her throat as she looked at him, absolutely beautiful.

“You came.” He smiled at her, getting up to pull the chair for her, she sat, thanking him. She didn’t know if it was just a coincidence, but the Oak Alcove was her favorite coffee shop in Velaris, the soft breeze from the Sidra, the smell of flowers, the soft music, it was a magical place.

“I did.” She laughed. “ It’s not often that I get to go to my favorite coffee shop for free.” She joked.

“And here was i, thinking we would split the bill.” He rested a hand on his heart, pretending to be hurt and she liked that, everyone just saw him as a serious and stoic male, which was intimidating, but the way he smiled, a sight that she was sure wasn’t often people saw, made her heart melt.

Azriel was a pleasant male, the way he softly spoke, his wide knowledge of everything, his passion for literature, he was really much more than the eyes could see. The time flew as they got to know each other better, now she understood why Aiden loved him so much, the Shadowsinger was sweet, gentle, wonderful, her heart skipped a beat every 5 seconds, and she tried to stop blushing like a little girl every time he smiled in her direction.

“This was fun.” She said after he stated that he should leave, he had plans with his son.

“It was.” He got closer to her as they walked away. He walked her to her house, not far away from the coffee shop. “I was hoping we could do it again if it’s okay for you.” Her heart came to a stop in her chest.

“I would love to, Azriel. See you around.” The way she spoke his name, it was a sweet melody.

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“She’s wonderful.” He said, stretching his wings, the glass of liquor dancing in between his fingers, Rhysand smiled and Cassian entered the office.

“What’s happening?” Rhys served him a glass as well.

“Azzie here is in love with Den’s teacher.” Cassian whispered a “NO WAY!” shuffling his onyx hair, making Azriel growl at him.

“I’m not in love with her.” He sipped on his drink. “Yet!” The trio laughed.

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Azriel knew he was wrapped around her fingers when he kept going to the school every day, just to see her smile, just like his son, he would bring her flowers, he would take her out, after suffering because of Laurie, he was ready to open his heart again, especially for someone like her, she was perfect for him and he was ready to take their relationship to the next level.

“Where are you going daddy?” Aiden asked as Azriel fixed his tie in the mirror.

“I’m going out with Mrs.Y/L, you like her, right?” He pulled his son closer.

“Yes, she’s amazing.”

“Would you like it if she was Daddy’s girlfriend?” His little eyebrows furred and he looked confused.

“Will she be my mommy?” The words shattered his heart and he swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his eyes burn, he knew Aiden probably missed his mother, he noticed how he would look to Feyre when Nyx called her mommy, Azriel knew he wanted, craved that too, and broke his heart not be able to give that to his son.

“Maybe in the future buddy, if she wants to.” His son nodded and Azriel fixed his hair, he dropped Den in the River House before meeting Y/N for dinner, the bouquet Elain prepared for him was almost slipping from his shaking fingers, Y/n was already there waiting for him, she smiled, getting up to greet him with a quick kiss, they shared their first kiss after their fifth date, and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself ever since, her lips were sweet and she fitted so perfectly against him, she was made for him.

“I want to ask you something.” Azriel had been building up the courage all night, Y/N dropped her spoon, her lips smudged with chocolate and he smiled at her, she was beautiful. “Will you be my girlfriend?” She almost jumped from her seat as she shook her head agreeing, he took her home that night, where they made love until sunrise.

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“Mrs. Mommy I need help.” Aiden’s voice sounded from somewhere behind her and she immediately turned around, seeing him shaking the glitter off his tiny fingers. Az had mentioned what happened between him and Den’s mom, and how he knew his son wanted a mother, she just didn’t expect that.

“Hi Den, what do you need?” He showed her his fingers glued together.

“My fingers are sticky.” She guided him to the sink.

“Let’s wash it then.” She said, then releasing the kids to their break. Azriel showed up like he did almost every day, he was holding a cup of coffee and some cookies for her.

“Hey love, what’s wrong?” He kissed her cheek and closed the door.

“Aiden called me mommy today. Mrs.Mommy to be precise.” She giggled a little.

“Shit.” Azriel didn’t want to pressure her to assume a motherly role to Den, but he also couldn’t exactly control these kinds of things. “I can talk to him if you want, tell him that you’re not his mom. He’ll understand.”

“I just don’t want him to be confused, I don’t know.” He hugged her. “I love him, just as much as I love you. Maybe tell him not to do it at school? Cuz the principal is already fuming that we’re dating.” He smiled.

“Maybe she’s jealous.” He joked and she laughed, she loved them really much. And her heart clenched hearing Den call her mommy. Maybe they could make this whole thing work.

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“You can’t catch me.” Aiden smirked, as Cassian chased him and Nyx, they were at a picnic with the inner circle, and Y/N was more than welcomed among them, they really liked her, she was getting really close to Feyre, the two were watching as the general pretended to be slower than the children. Den rushed to her, jumping on her lap and hiding from Cassian, while Azriel watched from afar. She looked at him, and it was like the whole world had come to a stop, she was the only thing holding him on earth, he had always assumed he was just lucky to have found someone so similar to him, and now he understood that it wasn’t luck, she was perfect for him because she was made for him, his mate, his equal, the love of his life.

She blinked too overwhelmed as she explored the newly found bond between them, she had suspected for a while that he might be her mate, she had hoped and she had prayed to the Mother that she was right, and there it was, glowing like a thousand suns, the mating bond tying them to each other for the eternity, finally everything was complete for them.

#azriel shadowsinger #acotar #azriel #sarahjmaas #azriel x reader #shadowsinger #azriel x y/n #night court #velaris #moonlightazriel #azriel spymaster #azriel acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acomaf

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ereawrites · 1 year ago

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can you pleease talk about Shisui falling in love with his childhood girl best friend? i think that’d be so cute!

OH WHAT THE FUCK this is so good

obviously they meet in the academy. they get along like a house on fire instantly but they are sooooo chatty. the teacher probably always tries to seat them on opposite sides of the room but they still talk so damn much. it’s okay though because they’re both at the top of the class

they start to train together outside of the academy as they get older bc they’re kind of sick of everyone else not being able to keep up lol. even once they get put into genin teams they just show up at each other’s training sessions

shisui is so smug when he finally hits his growth spurt and gets taller than her

they’re pretty inseparable while they’re kids. she’s always at the uchiha compound and he teaches her all the ways to sneak in when the guards won’t let her in. he’s always hanging out with her clan members, helping all the old ladies and younger kids out. the grandmas LOVE him

it’s probably when he goes into ANBU that things start to change. maybe she goes into ANBU too but they’re deliberately separated. all of a sudden they’re barely seeing each other, so every time they catch up they feel like they’ve missed so much. shisui really struggles with this tbh he misses her a lot

so when he comes back from a long mission and she tells him she went on a date with someone, he convinces himself his annoyance is just frustration that he doesn’t know her as well as he used to. but he’s a smart guy and every time he sees her she’s becoming more beautiful and after a few months he’s like. fuck.

he’s not one to hide his feelings once he realises he’s fallen for her, especially if she’s going on dates with/getting attention from other guys. it’s just too hard for him to ignore. he gets a lot more flirtatious, gives her lots of compliments, generally just turns on the charm. then he panics and doesn’t talk to her for like a week. he’s so scared of ruining what they have, but also so scared of losing her to another guy. and she’s like ummmm shisui what’s going on

she probably does confront him tbh. she has to be an upfront person if he’s going to fall for her. hopefully she’s kind about it and just asks why he’s been strange with her, and if everything’s alright. and he can’t take it anymore he just has to confess. he won’t beat around the bush, just comes straight out and tells her he’s developed feelings for her

…if she doesn’t return the feelings, he’s pretty devastated. he might try and avoid her for a while just to let his own feelings settle down. he’ll definitely come back to their friendship and things will be pretty much the same as before, but he’ll always have those feelings for her a little bit, and he’ll spend a long time wondering what could have been

but if she DOES like him!!!! so romantic so good!!!!pls just let her kiss him instead of talking. he takes a few seconds to react and then he just wraps his arms around her and kisses her back hard. doesn’t let her go for a loooong time

they won’t make it official straight away, but it’s pretty obvious they’re dating. he gets a lot more touchy with her in public, always draping an arm round her shoulders, retying her hitai-ate for her after training, that kind of thing. and everyone in the village just thinks finally

in an AU where shisui lives, he’ll probably propose to her while they’re pretty young, realistically as soon as they’re out of ANBU. he already knows her like the back of his hand, he knows he wants to spend his life with her, so why wait? and the wedding is SO cute. he cries at the altar

side note. itachi loves this girl. her and shisui probably prank itachi so much but he doesn’t mind. he probably cries at the wedding too. and sasuke thinks both the boys are so cringe ew.

#shisui #shisui x reader #shisui uchiha #shisui uchiha x reader #itachi #itachi uchiha #naruto #naruto x reader #sasuke #sasuke uchiha

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bubuslutty · 1 year ago

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pirate!captain Price au

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none. pretty sfw

a/n: im so in love with him it's pathetic. that's all I have to say

I need pirate!Captain Price.

I need him smoking with his foot propped up on the edge of his ship, the wind making his long coat dance in the wind.

I need him to stroke his beard while listening to whatever poor excuse someone gives him while owing him money before he orders his boys to tie them up and throw them to the sharks.

I need him to be ruthless with a soft spot for the misfits and orphans, more than often giving money to the beggars when he thinks no one is looking.

I need him to be a huge tease and start trimming his beard with his knife, or sword when someone’s boring him with loads of bullshit.

I need him to kiss a Lady breathless right before he jumps out of her window after he and his boys just robbed them of their riches.

I need him to place his hat on his face and take a nap on his hammock, snoring loudly away while his boys are daring each other to jump naked in the cold sea.

I need him to be so confident in himself and his skills, but not feel the need to prove it to anyone. He can take up anyone in a fight and win. He could have chugged 4 pints and was a bit wobbly on his feet, but as soon as he has his gun or sword in his hand, he never misses. Or heck, even his own fists could kill a man even if he was drunk, with pink cheeks, glassy eyes and all.

He’s fast, rude and absolutely despised by the Royal Navy. He’s been caught a couple of times and thrown in prison so he could be hung for his crimes, but he managed to escape every time. And when he didn’t, he would be standing in the middle of a clearing, waiting to be hung when his boys come out of nowhere, raining bullets and fire on the Navy, rescuing their Captain like they’ve done it a million times before. And the only reason he allowed himself to stay in the hands of the Navy for that long is because his boys begged him to let them rescue him, because according to their words, “It’d be fun."

I need pirate!Captain Price to be loved by pub owners and whores. Because not only is he generous when it comes to paying for everyone’s food and drinks, he’s generous in giving out as many orgasms as his partner for the night wants. He would treat the whores like Ladies, even though they won’t consider themselves anything close to high-class proper Lady. And when everyone’s satiated and drowsy, Price makes sure to leave a hefty amount of money under their pillow before he leaves.

Pirate!Captain Price who wouldn’t want to settle down any time soon, who feels more comfortable in constantly moving around and being surrounded by his boys, who’re practically his family. He feels like he’s meant to be some sort of shepherd to those who the streets treat unkindly. He’d rather offer a job to someone than see them lost in the streets, with no one to rely on. So he’s some sort of Robin Hood in his own ways.

And when fate finally slaps him across the face with love, it happens in the most unexpected ways. It happens on a random Monday, Gaz shouts that there’s another ship not far off on the East and everyone gets ready to attack it. When they do attack the ship, swinging abroad and scaring the crewmate shitless, John finds himself in the middle of a wedding, a bride, groom, guests and the priest about to make them say their vows.

And everyone is obviously terrified, but John’s no cruel man, he can’t ruin a poor couple’s special day, so he thinks about leaving until he meets the bride’s eyes. She was pretty, oh so pretty all dressed in white lace and pearls, but she also looked terrified, hands trembling on her sides and he understands, she was scared for her life. John glances at his boys and tells them to leave without saying a word, and then he notices the tables with wine and champagne, and John has to have a sip or bottle, doesn’t matter.

And that’s how he makes the biggest mistake ever, he walks to the front, where the couple was frozen along with the priest with the table to their left, and really, why put the drinks at the front? Why not at the back? But John doesn’t care to think too much of it, he ignores an old woman flinching and slapping a hand over her mouth and he hums, picks a flute of champagne, and their biggest, most expensive bottle of wine.

Right as his lips were about to touch the edge of the flute, he sees a blur of ivory white in the corner of his eyesight, and everything happens so fast that he failed to stop the bride from grabbing his sword right under his nose. John meets her eyes and it was the first time he truly felt scared for his life, her eyes were dark and absolutely furious and he thought that was it, he was about to die by the feet of a priest and groom, stabbed to death by the prettiest bride he’s ever seen, truly an Angel sent down to pierce his heart and make him bleed for all of his sins.

But she doesn’t stab him.

Instead, she buries the sword in her groom’s heart and the ship erupts in horrified gasps and screams. John watches in real time how the priest faints and how the groom meets his bride’s eyes, unable to breathe while his clothes are getting soaked in pure red at a concerning speed. He curses her out and John is so lost, what the fuck did just happen?

And it seemed like that was not all because the bride is panting and had a wild look on her face, and she turns to someone in the crowd, screaming at the top of her lungs, “I TRUSTED YOU!”

John looks at the crowd and quickly sees an older woman with a guilty and terrified look on her face, hm, must be her mother, same eyes and hair. Then the click of a gun somehow reaches John’s ears in the chaos and he sees a man lift his gun, pointing it towards the bride, and John realises it’s the poor bloke’s father who the bride just killed. John’s hands drop the bottle, the liquid staining his clothes and he grabs the bride without thinking, he throws her over his shoulder and snatches back his sword and jumps out of the window, landing on his ship.

And he doesn’t have to say anything before his boys steer his ship away and they sail as fast and as far as the wind carries them, away from the mess the bride left behind. Well, she wasn't a bride anymore, was she?

When John’s senses catch up with his reality, he finds himself hovering over the bride, her see-through veil still draped over her angelic face, doing nothing to hide her wild eyes as she stared at John, chest heaving up and down. And he was still clutching onto his sword, the blade bloody and warm, matching the same colour of the wine that was now staining his trousers.

What did I just do?

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1800-fight-me · 2 years ago

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Broken vows

Part One

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: E - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Explicit sex, infidelity, angst- oh so much angst, canon level sexism, the reader is a lady of a great house but the house is unspecified and the reader has no description. (As a forewarning, though this story has dark themes and tons of angst it absolutely will have a happy ending!)

Word count: 7.3k

Synopsis: You and Aemond have been best friends since childhood and in love with one another since you were teens. What happens when your father weds you to another man?

Author’s note: It’s finally here! I’ve worked so hard on this fic and can’t wait for y’all to read it! Thank you so so much to my lovely beta readers @just-here-for-the-moment and @adderess y’all are the best!! P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! My askbox and taglist are always open! Come interact with me! Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

Aemond Masterlist Part Two Part Three Epilogue

“Please, father, please don’t do this,” you begged as tears streamed down your face.

“It is already done and you are expected to do your duty,” he said sternly, without feeling.

“Please, if you care for me at all as your daughter do not wed me to that awful stuffy old lord,” you cried.

“It is final. You will marry him and put thoughts of the prince out of our mind. It was foolish of you to be so stupid to allow yourself to fall in love. I will hear no more of this. We leave in the morning to wed you to Cregan Stark,” he said harshly and turned to leave.

“You would rip your only daughter from everyone I know and was raised with and isolate me in the north with a man I’ve never met,” you yelled at his back.

He turned back to you, his hand on the door handle, “Do not pretend to mourn anyone but the prince you are so besotted with. We shall leave at first light,” he said firmly and finally before he left and the resounding boom of the door shutting behind him caused you to fall to your knees and sob.

It took a long time for the tears to dry as you thought of the ruination of your life that was sure to come from your father’s decision.

You snuck out through the tunnels you found in your room at the Red Keep years ago when you were a child.

You snuck your way to the dragon pit and could finally feel yourself breathe again as you saw him.

His back was turned to you and his long white hair gleamed in the moonlight as he ran his hand across Vaghar’s scales.

“Aemond,” you whimpered, eyes full of tears again as you realized this would be the last time you saw him before you were shipped off and married to a stranger.

He turned and took you in with an intense expression.

“Come here, dear heart,” he said as he pulled you into his arms.

You cried into his chest as he rubbed his large hand up and down your back and held you tightly.

“Your father is an imbecile,” he finally said, his voice low and full of anger.

“I hate him,” you sobbed.

“You are mine. You should be mine and mine alone. If you were wed to me you would be a princess of the realm rather than just the lady of a frozen patch of unwanted land,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I want to be yours,” you whimpered.

“He turned down my mother’s proposal for us to be wed. His decision is beyond my comprehension,” he said with a kiss to your forehead.

“Can we…” you trailed off, unsure of your own words.

“My mother forbade me from spiriting you away on Vaghar and wedding you this night. It would mean war between our houses, war we cannot afford to wage at this time,” he said and you could hear the grief in his voice.

There were no more tears to be shed. You looked up at him and placed your hand on his cheek.

“Let me be yours, at least just for this night, take me one more time, Aemond. Make me yours, please,” you said and the words were barely out of your mouth before he kissed you, no - devoured you, in a kiss full of fire and passion.

You spent the night with Aemond, your body entangled with his in pleasure and love and the next morning you faced your fate with a face of stone and a mind full of comforting memories of your lover.

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Three years later

You strode into the Red Keep next to your husband and attempted to keep yourself from trembling.

King Aegon had requested the presence of the Starks and nearly all other important houses in the seven kingdoms for the celebration of his twins’ name day.

You weren’t sure how you felt about visiting your childhood home again after years of being gone.

Part of you wished you could’ve stayed in Winterfell, as much as you hated it there, at least you could avoid the emotional heaviness of being back home.

You hadn’t seen or heard from Aemond since you left. It was too dangerous for you if he were to write to you and though he was the prince, there was no plausible excuse for him to visit you in your husband’s house.

You missed him desperately and more so with each day that passed.

Time had not lessened your love for him. No, your dragon had lit a fire within you that would never go out.

There was certainly no love between you and your husband. He was not harsh with you, but treated you as a duty and a burden he must endure.

You loathed when he called you his wife. You had dreamed of Aemond calling you that since you were a young woman.

You entered the throne room and your eyes darted around as you looked for him.

He towered where he stood, his presence strong and intense, next to the throne. His hands were clasped behind his back and his hair had grown longer, nearly to his waist now. He appeared to have put on muscle in the years you had been gone. He looked good and your heart clenched in your chest.

As he spoke quietly to Aegon, his jaw sharp as his face was turned away from you, you took your time to take him in and control your own emotions.

You could not allow them to show on your face.

The king’s guard announced you and your husband’s arrival and Aemond turned to face you.

He was breathtakingly beautiful. You worried your heart would gallop out of your chest.

His lips pursed as he took in your husband and then his eye landed on you.

You knew him well enough to see the emotion he tried to hide so well as he took in your form and then stared into your eyes.

You hoped he had similar thoughts about you as you had about him. Winterfell had not been easy on you, but you did your best to present yourself well today. Your lady’s maid had been exasperated with you when you changed your dress three times before settling on the one you were currently wearing.

Aemond nodded slightly at you and you curtsied back. Your husband mistook Aemond’s nod for himself and your curtsy for Aegon as he too nodded back before he bowed.

You sat at the feast and resisted the urge to bang your head on the table before you.

Your husband largely ignored your presence as he spoke with the other lords around him and on your other side sat your father, whom you were hardly on friendly terms with.

You did your best to not acknowledge the feeling of Aemond’s eye on you as he smoldered at you from across the room, but your body temperature raised each time you could feel his attention.

Your eyes met his and he smirked softly at you as if he could tell the way he flustered you and took pride in it.

Your father looked over at you and you quickly looked down at the table.

“You are not to speak to him,” he hissed in your ear.

You turned and glared at your father.

“There are already rumors of you being unable to bear a child as you have failed in your duty thus far. I will not have additional rumors of you being a whore because that entitled prince cannot keep his hands off of you,” he whispered in your ear, his tone harsh.

“Nothing has happened,” you retorted with your eyes narrowed at him.

“And nothing will,” he replied firmly and you huffed but refused to reply.

It was an exquisite pain to sit across a crowded room from the love of your life and have duty and your roles in life form a harsh unbreakable line between the two of you.

You didn’t know what changes time had wrought on his life and subsequently his feelings for you, but you burned for him.

A heat and desire you hadn’t felt in years ignited inside you once again as you felt his gaze linger on you once again. You refused to look back.

Your husband turned to you, “Do you wish to greet the king and his family with me? They are your childhood friends, are they not?”

You didn’t think you had the willpower to refuse him as being closer to Aemond was what every fiber of your being wanted.

“Yes, that sounds nice,” you said demurely.

He led you arm in arm, which you loathed, to stand before the Targaryen’s table.

No proper introductions were needed this time for they were completed when you first entered the throne room.

Instead Helaena called your name excitedly and hurriedly rounded the table to wrap you in a hug.

“Helaena, how I’ve missed you,” you said as you hugged her back.

“We must catch up. It has been far too long,” she said as she pulled back and gripped your hands.

“Yes, perhaps a walk through the gardens tomorrow,” you said excitedly and she nodded.

Alicent then appeared by your side and pulled you into a hug.

“My dear, you look well, how is winterfell treating you?” she asked as she pulled back and looked at your face.

You glanced over at your husband who was deep in conversation with Aegon and Aemond, though it was obvious to you that Aemond’s attention was covertly on you rather than the surely dull conversation.

“It is good. Though I will admit that I have missed King’s Landing,” you said, and once again glanced at Aemond.

Alicent nodded knowingly, “It will always be your home.”

You nodded and refused to allow tears to fill your eyes.

Aegon called your name and you reluctantly turned to join their conversation.

He slung an arm around your shoulders and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

Your relationship with Aegon was precarious at best, as children you always took Aemond’s side and would always snip back at Aegon when he was being a prick, even going so far as to prank him back a few times.

You knew Aegon was only embracing you to piss off Aemond, his idea of humor was nearly always at his brother’s expense.

“How I’ve missed you,” the King said and you shot him a warning glare.

“Do you remember when we were children and you and Aemond would always hide away in the library so to tease you I released a flock of birds into your little sanctuary?” Aegon said with a laugh.

You merely sighed.

Helena’s attention had wandered across the room and Alicent appeared frustrated with Aegon’s tendency to cause trouble, though she made no comment.

“Hm, a wonderful prank,” Aemond said in a monotone, clearly unamused tone.

“They were everywhere, the librarians were furious and you were so upset,” Aegon laughed as he squeezed you.

Your husband glanced between you and Aegon, clearly confused and not as amused as the king seemed to be.

It must be disorienting for him to see how closely bound you were to the family of dragons, and yet he did not know the true extent of your attachment.

“Perhaps you also remember the time I crushed berries in your shampoo and your hair was blue for days,” you said with attitude and with another laugh Aegon finally released you.

“Aemond, you have not truly greeted our childhood friend, embrace her,” Aegon said with the smile of a snake.

You took a shuddering breath as you looked at him.

His gaze was intense and threatened to drown you in a wave of fire. His lips were pursed in irritation at his brother and the moment lasted a heartbeat too long. The awkwardness and tension between the two of you became obvious to those in the small group around you.

Aemond was a man that only ever showed affection in private moments when it was just the two of you. Certainly not in front of your husband and his entire family.

It was best that he didn’t embrace you, you didn’t know if you would be able to hold yourself back from melting into his arms, his warmth, his scent. Gods, you wanted him.

“Perhaps the lady should instead be embraced by her husband rather than continue to be passed around by Targaryens,” Alicent said lightly and efficiently resolved the tension.

Cregon chuckled awkwardly before he reached his hand out to yours.

You reluctantly placed your hand in his and allowed him to wrap his arm around you.

Though, of course his embrace did not last. You did not miss how Aemond’s jaw clenched as he saw your husband touch you.

Thankfully the conversation quickly moved on as Aegon promised to introduce your husband to all the pleasures of King’s Landing. You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at that.

Everyone was placated with more wine and as Aegon and Cregon sank into their cups you decided to take your leave.

Your husband waved you off without care and with a sigh you left the throne room and the lively party within it.

You quickly dismissed the knight guarding you as you made your way to your room, grateful that you were given the same room you used to have as a girl and that your husband was given a different room so that you would not have to deal with his drunken state.

You took deep breaths as you strode through the Red Keep and decided that you could not allow your thoughts to linger on Aemond any longer, it was too dangerous for a woman in your position to be pining over a young love.

A hand grabbed at your wrist and yanked you into a darkened hallway. Before you could scream there was another hand covering your mouth and you were yanked back into a man’s chest.

You squirmed and fought and attempted to reach for the dagger hidden underneath your skirts where it was sheathed against your thigh.

The man snatched your hand as if he knew what you were trying to do.

“Will you stop fighting me?” Aemond’s voice hissed at you in the dark and all of the fight immediately left you as you realized it was Aemond’s body you were pressed against.

He sighed and released you.

Of course he knew you were reaching for your dagger, he had been the one to gift it to you and taught you how to use it.

You quickly whirled around to look at him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you snapped at him, but remained careful and kept your voice down.

“Oh how I’ve missed you, dear heart,” he said with a smirk and had to resist the urge to slap him.

You settled for a glare which caused him to chuckle.

“I didn’t know how else to get you alone without causing suspicion,” he said as he glanced around to ensure the two of you were still alone.

“Causing suspicion? You scared the shit out of me! I could have stabbed you!” you whisper-yelled.

He merely stared at you in disbelief. Of course he would take offense to the suggestion that you could best him in any sort of combat scenario.

You sighed in exasperation.

He smirked once again.

“Have you not missed me, my lady?” he purred and stepped forward and crowded you against the wall.

He placed a hand on either side of the wall near your head and effectively caged you in. Though, you’d never felt more free. With him, in his arms, was where you always wanted to be.

“Of course I have,” you said but you refused to look at him for fear of what his stare could make you do.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

You shook your head as tears filled your eyes.

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek and turned your head so that you could meet his gaze.

He wiped the tear away with his thumb as it fell.

“Meet me tonight. In our spot,” he urged you.

You sniffled.

“I cannot,” you said, though your tone was clearly uncertain.

“Meet me tonight,” he repeated himself, his voice passionate and persuasive.

“I am married, Aemond. I cannot meet you anywhere, if anyone even found me speaking to you now it could ruin me,” you hissed through clenched teeth.

“No one will know,” he whispered.

You shook your head again and looked at the floor.

“Just to talk, nothing more,” he reassured you.

You looked up at him once again and your resolve broke.

Of course you missed your lover Aemond, but somehow, even more so, you missed having him as your friend.

“Okay,” you said with a nod and his face split into a grin.

“See you at midnight, my lady,” he said before he pressed a kiss to your forehead then swiftly walked away before you could protest.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the small smile from forming as you strode the rest of the way to your room.

You announced to your guards that you were feeling ill and to notify your husband that you were not in need of company should he inquire about you, not that he would.

Once you were in the safety of your room, you walked around in awe as you ran your hand across the furniture.

It was nearly unchanged from your time spent in it during your girlhood.

You wondered if that was due to Alicent, though she has her flaws you always felt her motherly love and you loved her as well. You suspected that she was devastated as well that you did not join her family.

Perhaps she had taken pity on Aemond and that was why he had not been forced into an unwanted marriage as you had.

You waited anxiously for midnight to come and once it was near you pressed on the large painting next to the bed and it popped open to reveal a hidden passageway.

It was something you and Aemond had discovered when you were children exploring the Red Keep and running away from Aegon and his reign of terror over the two of you.

You grabbed the cloak from where it laid on the ground next to the hidden doorway and dusted it off, before you wrapped it around yourself and pulled the hood over your head.

You snapped the portrait-door shut behind you and crept through the dark passageway, guided only by your memory and your hand on the wall.

Soon you were deposited outside of the Red Keep and snuck your way through the shadows to the dragon pit.

“Hello beautiful,” you murmured as you came upon Vaghar.

The massive dragon cracked an eye open and huffed out a breath at you.

You giggled at her grumpy temperament and raised and put out your hand in a request for permission to touch her.

She grumbled in a way that you knew meant it was okay, so you gently ran a hand across the scales of her face and she made a soft pleased noise that made you smile.

You felt Aemond’s presence behind you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed his chest to your back. His large hand covered yours as you pet Vaghar.

“She missed you nearly as much as I did,” he whispered in your ear and his long white hair fell over your shoulder as he did.

“I missed her as well,” you said.

“Hm, but not me,” he teased, his voice light.

You elbowed him lightly in the stomach and turned around to look at him, “Do not jest, Aemond.”

He watched you warily.

“I have yearned for you every day these long years but you touch me and speak as if the circumstances are not vastly different from the last time we saw one another.”

He pressed his lips together.

“You are mine,” he said lowly.

“I am not! I am not,” you exclaimed with tears in your eyes.

Your voice broke as you spoke, “I am wed, Aemond. I have a husband, who I dislike greatly, but he is my husband all the same. My heart will always belong to you, but I cannot be yours any longer.”

He opened his mouth to speak but you barreled right through him.

“Have you thought of what would happen to me if I were discovered to be here with you? Allowing you to speak to me to-to touch me so familiarly? I would be branded a whore, my prince. Your prior claim on my heart would make no difference in others’ eyes. I do not think you are taking that seriously enough. It would ruin me.”

He sighed, “Of course I understand, dear heart, I wish for nothing but your safety. I swear to you I will keep my hands to myself until you give me explicit permission to touch you. And even if that never comes, I would still like to enjoy the presence of your company.”

You sighed and nodded slightly at him.

He commanded Vaghar to move her head and revealed the spot he had set up behind her, fully protected from any prying eyes by her huge body as she placed her head back in its regular spot.

The language of Old Valyrian rolled off his tongue and filled you with another rush of desire for him.

You sat next to him on the blanket, but regretfully far enough that your body did not touch his. You rested your back on Vaghar’s warm scaled body and took a deep breath in, relishing the familiarity.

He poured you a glass of wine and handed it to you. You smiled at him.

“Thank you,” you said and you could see him physically restrain himself from reaching out and touching your hand. It cracked at your heart and your resolve.

“Tell me of your life in Winterfell, how is it?” he asked earnestly.

“It is cold,” you said and he chuckled.

You smiled but then looked down at the cup in your hand.

“Truthfully, it is very lonely.”

His face was solemn as he waited for you to continue.

“Other than my lady’s maid Brienne, I feel very alone in the North. My husband treats me as if I am a duty and burden he has to bear. The people of Winterfell are…. cold and unwelcoming. I feel as if I have no voice there and am constantly dismissed. Perhaps I need to stop comparing my current life to my past one, but I have missed your sister and your mother’s company. It is difficult living with so much formality all the time.”

He nodded at you, understanding that there were no words to comfort you, nothing that could change the duty you had to endure.

You reached for his hand and allowed him to hold it in his much larger one.

“I wished to write to you, as I did Helaena but I felt it too dangerous.”

“I understand. I refrained from writing you as well, I did not want to cause any trouble for you,” he said and squeezed your hand slightly.

“What of your life? How have you been?” you asked.

“I have kept myself rather busy with my responsibilities,” he said as he pursed his lips and swallowed.

“To distract myself from thinking of you,” he admitted quietly.

Your heart cracked in half as the man you loved so much looked at you, sadness and pain hidden behind longing.

You slipped your hand from his.

“It seems this time apart has not been easy on either of us,” you said softly and your arms ached to hold him.

“So many times I rode Vaghar and found myself unconsciously directing her north. I dreamt of unleashing her fire upon Winterfell and bringing you home, leaving only ashes behind us,” he said, his voice dark and deep.

“Oh Aemond,” you breathed out and your eyes prickled with tears.

He sighed. “A childish dream I have done my best to shove out of my mind. We are no longer in our youth and must conform to the expectations of us,” he said, tone firm as if he were reprimanding himself.

“I am tired of conforming, of doing my duty,” you whispered as your fingers grazed his once again.

“I try my best to not think of you performing your duty,” he said darkly as he looked away from you.

You dropped your hand from his and looked down.

“There is no pleasure or joy in it,” you whispered as you stared at your lap.

“Hm.”

“Have you…?” you asked as you peeked up at him through your eyelashes.

He nodded, “I have, though there was no love in it as we once had.”

You swallowed and nodded, of course you could not expect him to remain faithful to you while you were married to someone else and away in the north.

Still, it stung. It made you understand how he must feel about you being married to another.

“There are rumors about me. I have endured my duty for years and yet no child has come of it. You and I always took precautions when we were together to prevent a child but now... people whisper that I am barren and I worry they are correct.”

“Your value is more than your ability to bear a child,” he reassured.

You licked your lips and ignored the urge to throw yourself in his arms.

“Not to men like my husband and my father,” you muttered.

He sighed.

“Perhaps you could distract me with tales of your adventures,” you said.

He smirked, distracting you from your worries was a skill he had developed over years of friendship.

“Vaghar and I visited Dorne last year,” he told you.

He enchanted you as he told you tale after tale of his travels, places you’d once longed to see with him.

You giggled and smiled as he shared with you, a small part of you resented that he was still able to find such joy without you, though he did tell you he always longed for you to be with him.

You shared with him the few happy stories you had of your time apart.

You felt close with him once again, as if it were old times and you were still young lovers with your whole lives ahead of you. As if time and circumstances had not ruined what was between you. As if you were friends once again.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whispered as he stared at you while you laughed.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the center of your world. Like you love me,” the words tasted like acid as they fell off your lips.

“I do love you. I’ve never once stopped loving you even with time and distance between us,” he said.

“Aemond” you reprimanded, but your voice was as weak as your resolve.

“Tell me you do not feel the same way and I shall never speak of it again,” he promised.

“I can’t,” you said as you bit your lip to try and stop yourself from saying such forbidden words.

You wished you could force yourself to break his heart now and end this. To walk away from him, but his hold on you was too great and you cared for him too much to hurt him anymore than life had already hurt the both of you.

As you stared into his deep blue eye you felt your self control finally break.

“Kiss me, Aemond,” you breathed out.

It was clear his self control was frayed and broken long before, for as soon as the words fell from your mouth, his lips were on yours.

His hand at the back of your neck pulled you in as he kissed you near ferociously.

He devoured you, consumed you, and you submitted to him. You felt at home once again in his arms as he pulled you tight to his body and laid you down.

You moaned in tandem with him as your tongues tasted each other once again.

Your entire body lit on fire as you gripped at him and felt his weight on top of you.

You yanked at his clothes as you kissed him back with urgency.

“Need you,” you moaned as he helped you remove his coat and shirt.

You groaned at the feeling of his warm skin and tight muscles under your hands.

“Fucking perfect,” he moaned as he slipped his hands under your dress to caresss the bare skin of your legs.

You let out a high pitched, “Oh!” at the feel of his large calloused hands as they roamed up to grip at the flesh of your thighs.

“Need you inside me,” you gasped as you pressed your lips to his jaw and trailed them down his neck.

He hissed as you bit down and sucked on the sensitive skin of his throat.

“Say it,” he ordered as his hands began to unlace the back of your dress.

You immediately knew exactly what he meant.

“I’m yours, Aemond.”

He groaned.

“Mine,” he whispered against your lips as he slipped you out of your dress and bared you before him.

The unspoken understanding that you were only his for this night hung heavy between the two of you but you both ignored it as you tangled your hands in his hair and kissed him once again.

“You still wear it,” he said in awe as he saw your necklace clasped around your throat. The necklace he gave you years ago, when he promised you would be his and his alone. The necklace you always wear and keep hidden under your clothes. The necklace you grasp when you are anxious or lonely or thinking of Aemond. The necklace you lied about to your husband and claimed it was from your deceased mother so he would not question your attachment to it. The small sapphire in the crook of your throat gleamed in the dim light.

“Of course I do,” you whispered.

He blinked rapidly, swallowed, and licked his lips to repress the rush of emotions he felt.

He kissed you in an attempt to make you feel everything he felt rather than have to say it.

Your hands roamed his body, anything you could reach, his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his torso.

You gasped as his warm mouth found your breasts.

He felt so good.

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers and you wiggled your hand underneath the tight leather to wrap your hand around his hardened length.

He groaned your name as you gripped him.

“Need to taste you,” he said before he moved down and placed himself between your thighs.

Your breath caught at the magnificent sight.

He hooked your thighs over his shoulders and licked his lips as he stared at your core.

You whimpered in impatience and desire.

“How I have missed you,” he said before he finally used his tongue on you.

The pleasure that racked through your body immediately prevented your question about whether he was speaking to you or your pussy.

You gripped at his hair as his tongue swirled your clit and your toes curled.

“Fuck, Aemond,” you breathed out.

“Mmm,” he moaned into your soaked warmth as he pushed his tongue inside you.

He gripped your hips tightly and held you in place as he gave you pleasure that you hadn’t experienced in years.

“I’m so close,” you breathed out and he groaned.

His perfect lips closed around your clit and he sucked lightly.

You gasped his name as your release racked through your body.

He continued to lick you for his own pleasure until you whined and attempted to push his face away.

He chuckled darkly, a satisfied smirk on his face.

He stared at you, your chest heaving as you took gasping breaths, while he removed his pants and bared himself before you.

You whimpered quietly in need.

He placed his hands on your waist and yanked you closer to him where he knelt before you.

Your gasp quickly turned into a moan as he, in one fluid motion, buried himself deeply and fully inside you.

He took a deep breath and the frantic energy within him seemed to settle now that he was inside you.

His hand traced your body and you arched up to feel closer to him, to give him access to all of you.

You pulled his face to you, gently and slowly, and kissed him with all the love in your heart.

His lips moved against yours languidly as if the two of you had all the time in the world.

“You feel so good,” you whispered against his lips and he nipped at your bottom lip playfully.

“You are better than all my dreams of you in our time apart,” he said and pressed a long kiss to your lips.

Then, finally, he moved. In and out of you in long slow thrusts that had you keening.

You clenched around him and begged him to go faster, to claim you, as harshly and deeply as he wanted, as you could tell he needed by the gleam in his eye.

He complied with a growl as the last of his self control snapped.

His pleasure was your pleasure as he filled you, moved inside you, and hit the spot inside you only he could find.

You whined in ecstasy as he groaned your name. You clung to him and your nails dug into his back, which surely left your mark on him. The thought only fueled the raging fire within you.

“Say it again,” he gasped and you could tell he was near his release as you neared yours.

“I’m yours, Aemond, yours,” you whined as his harsh thrusts overwhelmed you.

“Mine,” he groaned.

“I love you,” you gasped as you hit your peak.

He groaned your name as his thrusts became sloppy.

“Where do you want me to-”

“Inside,” you moaned. “Need you to fill me.”

“Fuck,” he moaned and found his pleasure as well.

“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled you into a kiss so gentle and in contrast to the way he had just claimed you.

He pulled out of you and before you could mourn the loss he pulled you into his arms as he laid on his back.

You snuggled into his chest and his hand rubbed up and down your back.

You swallowed back the rush of emotion that you felt as he held you and expressed care for you rather than leaving you alone as soon as the act was over like your husband did. But of course Aemond would hold you just as he always had.

You laid there with him and did your best to not fall asleep with how safe and loved you felt in his embrace.

You sighed in contentment as he kissed the top of your head.

“Aemond,” you said.

“Hm.”

“It is nearly morning, I should go so we are not caught,” you whispered, though you did not want to shatter the comfortable silence.

He groaned in annoyance.

“Mm, no,” he said as he hugged you tighter.

“Aemond,” you chided.

“I do not wish to see you go again,” he said, barely concealed pain in his voice at the thought.

“And I do not wish to leave you again but we have little choice,” you lamented.

He sighed.

“Perhaps I can visit you again tomorrow night. You are staying for a week’s time, yes?” He said as his gentle fingers traced your side.

“Yes,” you said weakly.

You were just drawing out the next goodbye. More time together would just make it hurt more, wouldn’t it? But you were powerless against the pull you felt towards him.

This was inevitable. It was always going to happen. It was as if the gods had designed the two of you from the same material then cruelly set your fates so that you would not be able to walk through life together.

He was drawn to you just as you were drawn to him and neither of you had the strength to stay away from one another. The moment your father betrothed you to someone other than Aemond he sealed your fate.

You became a shell of your former self, a ghost that was only brought back to life by Aemond’s touch, by treachery and broken vows. You deserved the horrible things people would say about you, for they were all true. You loved Aemond so much and would never tell him no, would never deny him your heart or your body, no matter your allegiance to another.

So you agreed, and for nearly every night you remained in King’s Landing you let Aemond hold you, love you, kiss you, and make love to you.

“Do not go,” he whispered to you, his lips on yours, the last night of your stay. The sun once again threatened to rise and your time together was sprinting away.

“I have no choice,” you said as tears streamed down your cheeks.

You did not know when you would be able to see him again, to talk to him again, to touch him again.

He stepped back from you and anger overtook his face to mask the broken heart and sorrow.

“Stay with me,” he pleaded.

“And what? Be a disgrace to my house? Be your whore? I cannot,” you said, your voice somehow steady despite your tears.

He sunk down into the nearest chair and placed his head in his hands.

He sighed deeply and reached out his hand to you.

You stepped closer to him and placed your hand in his. He gripped you tightly.

“I see now that I have made this difficult situation much worse by my lack of self control and endless pursuit of you,” he said as he looked up at you.

You bit your lip to keep your tears from turning into sobs.

“It is not your fault alone,” you said gently.

He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you.

You held him as tight as the knot in your chest as he buried his face in your throat.

“I love you,” you said softly, brokenly.

“Mm.”

You sighed.

“It is a fact of life,” he said.

“What?”

“The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Dragons are not completely tameable. Children will always grow old.”

“Aemond, what are you talking about?” you interrupted him.

“And I will always love you. It is a fact of life. It is in my nature, my bones, to love you,” he said softly.

You crushed your lips to his and you couldn’t tell if the salty taste was due to your tears or his.

“This is not our last goodbye, I promise you we will see one another again, dear heart,” he said as he pulled back with a hand on your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes.

You nodded and sniffled as you tried your best to stop crying.

As you watched him leave, you were certain you’d never hurt this much in your entire life. Your heart shattered all over again. It was a physical pain in your chest and you suddenly fully understood the phrase broken heart.

Sure, your heart was broken when you had to leave him years ago but this… this was somehow worse.

This was no longer a girlish young love. He was cemented in your heart and yet you still could not fully have him.

Your heart turned to stone with every mile your carriage took you away from King’s Landing.

_______________________

9 Months Later:

Tears streamed down your face as your newborn babe was placed on your chest. The halls of winterfell were no longer full of your screams, but rather your joy.

“It is a boy, my lady,” the maester said.

You cradled him close to you and pressed a kiss to his head.

You blinked away the tears and looked at him, truly looked at him for the first time.

Your heart stopped.

“Oh my little dragon heart,” you whispered brokenly, quietly enough that no one else could hear you, as you saw the tuft of white hair on the crown of his head.

“I shall call for Lord Stark so he may meet his son,” the Maester said as he left.

You were alone with your Lady’s Maid.

“Brienne,” you said as you grabbed her arm.

Her eyes flickered between you and your son.

“He is beautiful, my lady,” she said.

“Brienne, you have served me loyally since I was ten and two. Let us be honest with one another,” you said frankly and she nodded vigorously.

“You know me better than most people and I consider you one of my closest friends.”

You looked down at your son once again and your eyes filled with tears.

“It must be said now, and never again, I need you to swear to protect my secrets and help me, do you swear?” You asked as you stared into her eyes.

“Yes, my lady, I swear. My loyalty has always been to no other but you.”

You nodded and took her hand and squeezed it in gratitude.

“You know I have loved Prince Aemond since I was a girl. This child is a Targaryen,” you whispered.

Brienne nodded at you, but tears streamed her cheeks as well.

“Oh my lady, what have you done?” she asked in gentle concern.

“Love has led my actions and we must protect this child, he is my dragon heart. Help me, please,” you begged.

She nodded.

“I shall talk to the maester. Perhaps he can suggest to Lord Stark that the color of his hair is a birth defect. Does he know of your feelings for the prince? Does he suspect anything?” she asked, she spoke quickly and quietly as you both worried that footsteps would soon be heard coming down the hall.

“No. He performed his duty as a husband prior to me being with child, so he has no reason to suspect anything. He has no knowledge of my relationship with the prince. When I laid with Aemond when we visited the Red Keep, I suspected that I was barren given my inability for years to produce a child. I now see that was due to my husband’s inability to sire children. I hoped all this time that the child was a Stark, but he looks just like my love,” you kissed his perfect face and felt your heart could not swell anymore with love.

“I will do everything in my power to quell rumors and suspicions. I will also speak with the Maester,” she said as she nodded at you and departed.

“Oh my love,” you cried brokenly as you held your son and wished that the trajectory of life could have been different.

That the footsteps coming down the hall could be Aemond’s rather than the husband you have no love for.

That Aemond could be there to meet his son, to wrap you in his arms and kiss you for your good efforts to bring such a beautiful Targaryen child into the world.

You felt broken by the thoughts of what could have been.

You needed to fill yourself with steel, with dragon fire, and fight and claw in a way you had never had to before in order to protect the babe in your arms.

For if anyone found out the truth, you and the child would be ruined.

To be continued..... Part Two Part Three Epilogue

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Scaramouche was sent back to the hotel the boys were staying in. You stayed right by his bedside, holding his hand. He exhausted himself out and fell asleep. You watch him sleep peacefully but your heart aches for him. To think his mother was behind it all.

You hear commotion from the other side of the room causing Scaramouche to stir a little. You stand up and shush him. “Sleep.” You whisper and plant a kiss on his forehead. You quietly exit the room and are faced with Zhongli and Venti arguing. You’re surprised Zhongli even gets angry. Venti notices you and smiles forcefully. “Oh Yn! I’m sorry if this knucklehead over here caused you to wake up!” “I wasn’t asleep to begin with…” You mutter but venti could care less.

“Why are you guys fighting?” You finally ask and Venti scoffs. “Because it’s Zhonglis fault that Ei is back.” “How?!” He fires back. “I didn’t cause the downfall! You did! All because-“ “All because what? Finish that sentence, Zhongli!” You gasp, “Wait! You two were with Ei?! So you guys are the popular band that stupid lady was talking about!” “Unfortunately…” They eye each other. You blink, glancing back at the two of you. “Hold on…how old are you guys?” “Is Scaramouche okay?” Childe makes his way to the conversation.

You nod with a smile. “He’s still sleeping.” He sighs, “I can’t believe this. I had a hunch but…” He bit his lip. “Damn it! I didn’t think that bitch would come back!” You frown. “You know his mom?” “Of course I do. We’re childhood friends. When she left, my family took care of him. Like seriously! Who abandons their kid not even halfway through their childhood and then comes back to their adult life just so they can show off the talent they abandoned because of their trauma?!”

Zhongli rubs his temples. “We need to do something about her. Now that she’s back, it might stir some controversy.” “Oh really?” Venti rolls his eyes and Zhongli glares. “Venti, all I want is for this to be over.” “Look, Scaramouche is MY friend.” “He’s mine too! I genuinely care for him!” Venti crosses his arms. “Do you? Or you just using him for your own selfishness just like old times?” Zhongli scoffs and storms off. You frown at Venti. “I know you aren’t on good terms but-“ “Yn, stay out of it.” He insists and walks to his room.

You let out a sigh and see Childe staring at the direction Zhongli took. “Continue looking after him.” He tells you and follows his leader. It’s easy to tell that he’s in love with Zhongli. You listen and walk back into Scaramouche’s room.

Childe spots Zhongli outside, leaning onto the wall. The ginger takes in a breath and exits to building. He stands next to Zhongli. “Hey,” He says and Zhongli turns to him. “Childe!” He sighs. “I’m…Im so sorry you had to see that.“ Childe smiles softly. “It’s okay, really. I know you’re having a hard time. That situation isn’t easy.” “Tell me about it.” Zhongli sighs again.

Childe frowns and scoots a little bit closer to Zhongli. “Did you and Venti ever…like each other?” He questions because it was eating up inside him. Zhongli looks at him bewildered then chuckled. “Oh no. We were just friends. People thought we were but there was nothing between us.” He stares up at the sky. “We all were friends.” “What happened?” Childe asks. Zhongli stays silent for a moment, continuing to look up. Childe stares at him with sorrow.

“You don’t have to answer.” Childe says but Zhongli shakes his head. “No, it’s okay.” He faces him with a warm smile. “I trust you.” The ginger blushes. “Y-You do?” Zhongli laughs like Childe just asked a stupid question. “Of course I do. You’re special to me.” Childe blushes even harder. “Oh. You’re special to me too.” “Thank you.” Zhongli says and Childe smiles wide. He ignores the butterflies in his stomach.

“Well,” Zhongli goes back to the topic. “I guess Ei was the first to start acting out.” He folds his arms. “Now that I know, her pregnancy was the reason she started acting off and why she left abruptly.” He takes a small pause. “Venti lost a close friend during that time.” Another pause. “And I lost someone too.” Childes eyes widen. “Oh.” “Yes, we both dealt with sudden deaths but I took it hard the most. I regret my actions a lot. I responded with rage and I would take my anger out on Venti sometimes.”

He sighs, “Venti would respond with anger too. He started to nitpick everything I did and ended up taking all the workload.” Zhongli glances at Childe. “When Ei left, Venti and I agreed to disband permanently. The three of us had fun but our emotions got in our way. What we loved most was music but in the end, we ended up giving up. .” Zhongli takes in a breath then smiles. “I hope you don’t hate me.”

Childe stares at him with wide eyes. “Hate you? I don’t..I’d never hate you, Zhongli.” Suddenly, he grabs hold of Zhonglis hand. “I mean it when I say that you’re special to me. You can never make me hate you.” It’s Zhonglis turn to be surprised. “Childe-“ Out of nowhere, Childe smashes his lips onto his. He pulls away with a red face. “That’s why I can’t hate you.” Zhongli stands still and touches his lips. “That…that was unexpected.” Childes heart hurt. “Oh you don’t feel the same?” “I never said that.”

Zhongli scratches his cheek. “It’s sudden.” Childe frowns and lets go of his hand. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be.” Zhongli looks down to the side. “I need to think.” “Oh.” Childe holds his arms. “I’m going back to our hotel.” Zhongli couldn’t answer as Childe hurriedly left the scene. The man sighs while running fingers through his hair. “Damn.”

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linnoya-writes · 1 year ago

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Zutara Childhood-Friends-to-Lovers Alter-Egos Forbidden-Romance AU (part I)

Their first kiss comes at the absolute worst time, with Katara and Zuko exchanging fruit under his late mother’s favorite tree in the palace gardens. It comes with a disagreement between Fire Lord Iroh and Chieftain Hakoda of the WaterTribes.

A Southern tribesman and two of the palace guards are the ones who walk in on the teenagers’ awkward little kiss.

The Southern tribesman coughs for attention; Zuko flinches and Katara jerks her head away. Her cheeks are so flushed, Katara barely recognizes her father’s guard. Whatever he’s there for, it’s not good.

“Lady Katara, I’ve been ordered to escort you back to the ship. We leave port tonight.”

Immediately, her world caves in. “W—What?”

“What’s going on?” Zuko can’t help but interject in that voice that is both regal and concerned. As they stand up, Katara feels her frame staying close to his.

“I’m afraid I cannot disclose anything else, your highness,” the kinsman bows his head to Zuko respectfully, and the palace guards approach almost instinctively. “My orders are only to take our princess home.”

The way he’s suddenly referring to her so possessively, and distantly, it makes her brows furrow.

“Kievel—“ it takes her a century to remember this man’s name, “There has to be some mistake. Sokka and I still have a few more weeks here!”

“Let me talk to my uncle," Zuko rasps to her, "they should still be at the council meeting.”

“Your highness, council has already adjourned," Kievel chimes in. "His lordship expects you and her highness Azula to meet him at the royal hall before any more news goes public.”

Katara can see Zuko’s eyes widening into a confused, unexpected gold. This is bad, she thought, and yet her fingers instinctively searching for Zuko’s knuckles.

Staring at the guards, Katara and Zuko find their fingers entwining in the obscure folds of their robes. She can feel Zuko’s hand still holding some kind of fruit, the little shivers in his finger debating whether to let it drop to the ground, if it meant he could hold her hand just for that little moment.

“Princess…” Kievel brought them back to the present. “…it’s time to go.”

They glance at each other, looking like they’d lived a glacial sixteen and fourteen years for a moment like this to happen… and yet here it was… so easily being taken away. It wasn’t fair.

The glistening of his eyes said exactly that, but the flaming gold said something else: I don't regret it.

And Katara met him with her glimmering blue eyes.

Me neither.

As she stepped forward and their secret hands parted, Zuko instinctively let her grab hold of the fruit he’d kept curled in his hand. The last thing Katara saw was his serious face, sandwiched between his two guards. He seemed so stern, regal and untouchable, but his eyes spoke of hope.

Katara could only imagine that she would see him again, that whatever this premature separation was about would someday eventually fade. She waited until making it to the dock to finally pull out the fruit from her robes. It was a plum-- ripe and ready for eating-- the size of tiny goose-otter egg.

She smiled, keeping it in her robe pockets as a parting gift to take for her long journey back home… feeling like a part of her had still remained under the shade of that tree with her best friend. It wasn’t until she saw Sokka at the dock that she learned the gravity of this separation; their countries were in a feud regarding the discovery of a remote island off the Fire Nation's archipelago, the Water Tribe proclaiming it an ancient burial site of their ancestors and arguing how this island should be deemed theirs. This feud has halted their their trade agreement, and they are willing to readdress it after a ten-year separation.

“TEN YEARS!?”

She as princess of the WaterTribe was forbidden to touch ground in the Fire Nation for ten years, and the idea of not seeing Zuko for that length of time…

“No— that can’t happen.”

“Katara, it’s done. It’s the law.”

“Well, the law stinks!”

Before she can even think of making her way back to the palace gate, the Watertribe guards hold her back with a Water-bending wall. And in the distance, she could see a faint figure trying to wrestle his way past his own guards at the beacon point.

The way he'd been so athletic and agile as The Blue Spirit back when they were kids, Katara didn't have to guess who it was.

His voice bellowed. “I said,' Let me through!' You can’t do this— I- I HAVE to talk to her!”

“Zuko!?”

She didn’t care if she referred to him so informally, or that her voice echoed through the entire capital, or that Sokka was grabbing her wrist and edging her back towards their ship.

She could see his face softening as he saw her.

“Katara— I— I’m so sorry.”

“No— it’s not your fault. This isn’t over, okay? I love you.”

There was an abysmal wave gasps at the dock, and Katara didn’t care- she was only speaking to one person, anyway. Zuko was also taken aback, amazed as much as the others surrounding them by the sheer boldness his best friend had chosen to demonstrate.

His heart pounded in his chest, feeling that same boldness take root inside of him more and more.

Zuko breathed, and spoke out, “I love you too.”

And with those words, Katara could almost feel his warmth next to her, hands grazing… lips touching…

No, it wasn’t over.

“I’ll see you,” he shouted, his hands gripping the rails of the beacon.

“See you," came her reply.

It’s what they’d always said to each other as young playmates in the palace, always on the day that Katara would have to to leave Zuko's side at the end of summer… but it felt different this time, because the tides had turned so monumentally.

They could feel themselves becoming something else.

When she finally boarded the ship, Katara could hear Sokka muttering that she was an idiot to say something like that out loud.

Katara wasn’t listening. Instead, she was looking down at her hand, at her little plum. And as the ship set sail, she started to take little bites of the fruit... savoring the sweetness of it… thinking about the seed, and wondering if it was possible to raise a plum tree in the arctic tundras of the south.

#zutara #katara #zuko #avatar the last airbender #katara of the southern water tribe #atla #zutara ficlet #zutara fic

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prophecyofwinter · 1 year ago

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Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence. More tags will be added as we go on

Notes: This is my first fan-fiction piece ever, I’m excited to finally be posting one! Chapters will start to get longer starting chapter 3!

Chapter 1: A Meeting in Brown

“Aemond!- Aemond!” You yell as you rush into the young silver-haired prince almost knocking him off his feet. You hadn’t seen him for a year by now, not by choice of course. Your father, Rickon Stark, hadn’t allowed you to visit King’s Landing due to a certain event at Driftmark. Sensing the rising tensions and not wanting his children involved. Your father hadn’t told you about a visit from the King to Winterfell especially did not inform you of your young prince tagging along. Finding yourself all but stealing him to get the boy alone.

“Y/N please” Aemond says, pushing you at arm's length away from him, head turned to the side only allowing you to view the right side of his face. Your face scrunched up in confusion trying to move out of his grip to catch his gaze. “Aemond, Look at me.. Aemond!” You raised your voice at his name, slowly growing more and more frustrated by his tough grip and his avoidant gaze.

Aemond snaps, gripping you tighter and forcing you closer to meet his one eyed gaze yelling with growing volume “Look at me then! Look how that bastard maimed me!” A soft gasp had left your lips by force of the sight, was this what had happened at driftmark? One of his nephews had stolen his eye?

All you felt you could do in the moment is attempt to reach up to his face, his grip only allowing you to reach to his jaw. The words you wanted to say to somehow comfort him were caught in your throat, what could you even say to comfort him?

He flicks his head out of your grasp “See? I’m hideous, even you don't look at me the same” he abruptly releases you and turns to leave you. You feel yourself reaching out for him “Wait! That’s not true! I just-“

“You just what! I can’t shoot a bow, I have to relearn how to swing a sword for gods sake! I’ll never even marry now, Lords won't even look at me let alone allow their daughters around me-“

“I’ll marry you then!”

The hall fell still for what felt like hours but was truly only a few moments, your eyes never left Aemonds and his to yours. Aemonds body relaxed, not out of relief but out of something else. “That’s not possible Y/N”

Frustration began to return to claw at your throat, “Why not! You just said that-“

“Your father said no already” Aemond admitted quietly but loud enough to stop you in your tracks he continues “Why do you think I came here? Your father said no and that's all that matters now!” Your noses are centimeters away from touching, there was no need to speak any louder than a whisper to each other.

“Wait for me then” Now having the opportunity to really reach to his face, lightly caressing the scar on his cheek below his eyepatch. “As much as I hate to think about it, My father won’t be around much longer. With Cregan as Lord, I’ll be as free as I can be to marry who I want.” You pause for a moment closing the gap closer between the two of you.

“Come back to Winterfell when that time comes, and ask for me then yourself, as a man” Your lips briefly kiss his cheek coming back to reconnect eye contact.

“As you wish my lady”

“Can I trust you with this Aemond?” Alicent says to her middle son within the confines of her chamber with the sound of the fire eating at wood filling the spaces of silence.

“Borros Baratheon will be more than happy to wed one of his daughters to Daeron, I have no doubts you will be able to secure their support.” Alicent stands from her chair to be more level with Aemond. “However the Starks, They stand true to their words even if they aren’t the one who had said them. I understand you and the Young Lady Stark, Y/N, have an affinity for each other, there’s no doubt of that. But you will also have to convince Lord Cregan that he is making the right choice.”

“You can put your faith in me mother, I will leave for Storm’s End on the marrow then make my way North to Winterfell. I shall not return empty handed.” Aemond puts it simply.

Aemond certainly will not return empty handed, he will bring you back to King's Landing regardless of the Lord of Winterfell's decision. All that would change is if he got a good rest beforehand. You had waited for each other long enough, he had waited too long and couldn’t, wouldn’t, allow a war to get in the way of his desires any longer. “I won’t let any bastard get in my way, Mother” is the last thing he says before turning to leave.

Aemond made haste to his own personal chambers all but slamming his door, readying to prepare his travel necessities. Soon, soon he will get to hold you and have you as his wife. He was denied more than once for your hand but now he will have it no matter what. Having your brother's support certainly would help the Greens win the war, though he would have no problem taking you from Winterfell himself if push came to shove.

“Y/N please, you’re acting like a child.” Cregan let out a long sigh, patience breaking into threads with every passing moment in your tantrum. “Me? A child? You’re trying to sell me off like a common whore!” You yelled back at your brother, tears streaming down your face and hair sticking to the tears, there was no doubt that multiple guards and maids have heard you by now even in the empty throne room. “You are a Lady! Like it or not, marriage is your duty to not only Winterfell but to-!” Cregan stopped his sentence short to dodge a golden chalice you had attempted to chuck at his head. Silence draped over the room with the last ringing of metal hitting the floor. You and your brother only made eye contact, no words to be exchanged. Your words were caught in your throat to the point where you could do nothing but flee the throne room, wiping your eyes with your hands in an attempt to retain some dignity.

Your heels clicked on the stone floors as you sped walked through the halls to get as far away from anything and everyone. Not knowing where else you could go but the Godswood, everywhere else had too many maids and guards to ask questions and silently judge you. The woods had always brought you peace, no one to accompany your every move, no elder brothers to tell you how to lead your life, nothing. Continuing your walk into the forest pulling your thick fur coat tighter around you, the sun was setting so it was beginning to get colder. You had memorized the walk to the Weirwood far too long ago to the point it was a walk you made without thinking.

As a child you were scared of the face in the tree clinging to your brother as you trembled, laughing to yourself at the memory of taking a seat on one of the roots. Laughter slowly turned back into slow tears remembering what brought you here in the first place. What should you even do, what can you even do? Do you pray to the Old Gods for you to be saved like a fairy tale princess, for Prince Aemond Targaryen to swoop down on Vhagar and whisk you away? You sinfully wonder if the Gods even listen to the prayers of silly girls who didn’t wish to be married away. Maybe they only listen to silly boys who wish for honor and power. You remember watching Cregan pray to the old gods before rising up against your uncle to reclaim his title as Lord of Winterfell. If you prayed as hard as he did that day would you receive glory?

In your frustrations you hadn't realized that you fell asleep on the tree, exhausted from crying and racing thoughts. You had no dreams while you rested, maybe that was a blessing for times to come.

You were jolted awake from the splitting sound of a dragon's wail. This could mean Aemond came after all couldn’t it? Wasting no time you jumped onto your feet and started running to get out of the woods. You felt light, maybe that’s how you were able to run so fast.

Slipping past maids and guards in an attempt to not knock them over as you ran to meet Aemond at the front gates if he hadn’t already made his way to your brother.

Luckily you had made it to the front gates just in time to meet- Aemond?

As the guards opened the doors to allow the young prince passage into the gates of Winterfell you found yourself needing to move your gaze lower, instead of straight silver strands you were met with slightly unkempt brown hair, and no striking violet eyes just ones that were the same color as his hair. This wasn’t Aemond? But he still had a dragon?

#aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond Targaryen x reader #aemond one eye

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zukkaart · 1 year ago

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For the ships prompts 5 and 14

Y'all are being Tyzula WHORES today (I love you anyway)

Couple #5: Ty Lee x Azula

Prompt #14: “You’re hurting me!”

For the prompt game!

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An untold meeting with the gaang, the Spring before Sozin’s comet

The three young women peered over a rock, the Avatar and his little group were seemingly setting up camp for the night.

“Alright ladies here’s the plan,” Azula side eyed them both as she spoke, “It seems like they each have tasks, we’ll wait for them to split up, then pick them off one by one,” The two women nodded in acknowledgment.

“Mai, take the water bending peasant, Ty Lee, you take the boy. The avatar is mine” With that, they parted ways.

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Ty Lee crept along the tree line- staying silent and patiently waiting for the avatar and girl to leave.

“Okay, I’ll find something for us to eat, Aang do you want to get fire wood?”

“Sure thing Katara!” The Avatar zoomed off in to the woods, seemingly lifted by nothing. Ty Lee had never seen an air bender before- well- almost no one had nowadays. She was mesmerized.

Soon after the bender (Katara?) left as well. Finally.

Planting her signature dazzling smile she all but waltzed in to their camp. No need to be stealthy when her charms worked just as well.

“Hey cutie, long time no see,” She leaned over him where he knelt- laying out his sleeping bag,

“Aaah!” He yelled and turned around, reaching for that weird weapon he kept strapped across his back. She did always wonder what it was, it looked like someone attempted to make a sword, but did it very wrong.

Ty Lee danced around him casually as he tried to pin her down.

“You never told me your name cutie,” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, he wiped it off but didn’t look entirely appalled. She noted that,

“It’s Sokka, water tribe”

“Well Sokka water tribe. I’m Ty Lee” she cartwheeled a safe distance away from him. “Nice to meet you”

“I wish I could say the same, what are you doing here? I thought you were after that pony tailed freak,”

“Oh we are,” She folded her arms behind her casually, Sokka held his…knife? In a defensive position, “But the avatar is an even better prize”

“We?”

“You think I’m here alone? I’m just the distraction silly!” Realization passed across the dark boys face, he turned on his heel to take off in the direction that the avatar left, but Ty Lee stepped in front of him. “I don’t think so Sokka,”

With a few quick jabs she disabled his dominant leg, he collapsed to one knee.

“Sorry about that gorgeous, I can’t have you interrupting her highness, can’t we just sit and chat?”

“In your dreams circus freak,”

“Yes,” She replied with a giggle, “since we’re here, why don’t you tell me what that is?”

“What what is?” He glanced at the blade still in his hand, “You mean boomerang?” She saw a thought pass across his features, and before she knew it- he threw it towards her. She simply side stepped and it missed her.

“Well that’s not terribly effective, is it? I expected more from the Southern Water Tribe” She taunted. What a ridiculous weapon. “But dont worry, you’ll get your leg back in a few hours. We’ll be long gone by then, but hey, if you’re ever in the Fire Nation look me up,” She winked

“Ty Lee!” Azula’s voice came from the edge of the woods. She ran up to her as smooth as ever. “The Avatar got away, I couldn’t follow him without setting this whole forest on fire, Zuko is too close- we can’t risk tipping him off,”

“Okay Azula!” But just as she turned to leave, the world went black

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Azula watched in horror as that weapon the boy was so fond of came seemingly out of nowhere and slammed right in to Ty Lee’s back. She crumpled, blood quickly beginning to run down her back.

“Ty Lee!” Azula rushed forward and caught her before she could hit the ground, pressing their fronts together, The smaller girls head lolled on to her shoulder.

“Sokka!” The water tribe girl came rushing from the tree line, seemingly to her brother’s aid, but froze in her tracks when she took in the scene before her.

“Sokka, what did you do?” Katara had yet to fully grasp the reality of war, she of course wasn’t dumb enough to think they had never caused any casualties, but she did her best to avoid it when possible, and Sokka always made a point to shield her from the direct kills. So seeing this… she didn’t know how to react in any way other than her nature.

Katara took a hesitant step forward, reaching out a hand. “Azula I can help, please let me,”

“Get away from her!” Azula snarled, tears beginning to flow freely down her face. “Ty Lee, Ty Lee wake up!” She began to shout desperately. She reached for the thing sticking out of her back.

“Azula don’t!” Katara moved closer, something like genuine concern splayed across her face. “If you just rip that out you could hurt her more, even sever her spine. You could kill her,”

“She’s already dead!” Azula screamed, slowly losing grip on her rational thoughts,

“No. She isn’t, but she will be if you don’t let me help you,” Azula could do nothing but hold her friend tighter as Katara hesitantly inched forward. She brought water to her palms. Azula braced for an attack, but she couldn’t bring herself to let go of Ty Lee.

“I’m not going to hurt her,” Katara said, finally kneeling in front of her. The water tribe boy hadn’t moved behind them, she wasn’t unaware of him but she was too distracted to ponder too much why he wasn’t attacking. She took the small mercy from Agni as the water benders hands began to glow.

“What are you doing?!” Azula yanked her away, the water splashed around them,

“I’m healing her, please don’t move. You could make it a lot worse.” Azula was hesitant, but she would take any chance for her friend right now. Katara then grabbed the object in one hand, glowing water in the other. She slowly edged it out as she supposedly “healed” her as she went. Azula did her best to keep her breathing steady, which was surprisingly easy due to her training.

The object was finally removed, and a couple of moment later Katara stood and quickly backed away. “There, she’ll be fine,” Azula didn’t have to be told twice as she scooped the still unconscious Ty Lee in to her arms and sprinted back off in to the woods without even a word.

Once she deemed them a safe distance she fell back on to her knees, tears beginning to wane just slightly. She was still hopelessly worried, but she took solace in the fact that at least there wasn’t a weapon sticking out of her and the bleeding had stopped.

Still, she held Ty Lee in to her chest as tightly as she could, and began rocking back and forth and muttering, “please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, please-“

“Azula?” Came a broken voice, the princess sucked in a sharp breath.

“Ty Lee? What is it? What do you need?”

“You’re hurting me”

Azula noticed her crushing grip and half-laughed half-sobbed in relief as she loosened her grip.

“For Agni’s sake Ty Lee I thought you were dead!” Once she was sure the little acrobat wasn’t in fact dead- her worry was quickly replaced with anger and frustration.

“What? Why? Were you… crying?” Ty Lee reached up from where she still laid in Azula’s arms to brush her wet cheek with the back of her hand.

“Yes you idiot! I thought I lost you!” Ty Lee should have been startled at Azula’s anger- but she was used to her concern coming out as aggression.

“Hey, I’m okay. I’m right here. I don’t know what happened- but I’m okay,” The next thing she knew- the princesses lips were on hers. She pulled away for a moment, “Now I’m really confused, what is happening right now?”

Azula huffed and rolled her eyes, “Just shut up,” Were Azula’s only words before her lips crashed on to hers once more

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Eeek! This one was definitely short and sweet but I kind of love it. I hope you do too!

Xoxo

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yeonmuse · 4 months ago

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Puppy Love | Lee Sanyeon pt 1

Pt 2

PAIRING: Golden boy Sangyeon x Best friends Coworker Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.1k

GENRE Fluff

SUMMARY in which Lee Sangyeon visits his best friend at a rescue shelter he volunteers at and finds himself captivated by his Coworker.

It was almost spring break and recently the weather had been nice and sunny outside which only meant the guys were free to do whatever they pleased,and in Sunwoos eyes this was the perfect opportunity to have a kick back. Sunwoo was known around the university for throwing some of the most insane and exclusive parties,last party he threw they filled his entire swimming pool with bubbles and rented out water slides, sprinklers, and ball pit balls and threw one of the biggest parties at his family's estate.

“Are you sure you can even top your last party? It made headlines in the news and it’s still trending two months later.’’ Kevin spoke absentmindedly as he scrolled through his phone in the backseat of Sangyeons car.

“I gotta admit, it was one of your best.’’ Eric finds himself agreeing with Kevin from the passenger seat.

“Yeah , but I think I can go a little bigger, or maybe I should just try something a little more calm this time, ladies love a man that can show off his diversity. What do you think hyung?’’ Sunwoo slips a little closer to the driver and passenger seats, slipping his head through the opening above the middle compartment.

“You’re asking him as if he’d really know, i’d be surprised if he even paid his surroundings any attention with all the girls that were falling at his feet the entire time.’’

“Hey it’s not his fault the girls love our golden boy.’’ Kevin chuckles, finally having lifted his gaze away from his phone long enough to be involved in the conversation.

It was true that Sangyeon was very popular at their university, truth be told all of them were pretty popular amongst the ladies on campus. On top of being rich and good looking all of them were some of the most eligible scholars at the school which might come as a shock to many when they cross paths with a few of them. Amongst all eleven of them Sangyeon was the most popular, perfect grades, perfect looks, great with kids and an absolute gentleman, his only downside being he was a complete charmer. When it came to the ladies on campus he never shied away from their flirting and temptations, of course he never slept with any of them but he’d find himself stealing a few kisses or two, makeout sessions and the occasional flirting with a random girl sat upon his lap at the parties. Though he would never cross the line of going any further than that.

“Yeah no matter how much of a playboy our golden boy is they just can’t seem to leave him alone.’’ Sunwoo kicks back against the back seat, his feet hanging outside of the car window.

“Playboy?’’ Sangyeon almost sounded offended at his friend having called him such a thing

“That’s what I said.’’

“I am not a playboy, just because I kiss a girl or two it doesn’t classify me as a playboy, Erics way worse.’’

“Hey wait why was I dragged into this.’’ Eric chimes in from his spot in the from seat

“You know that what you just said is exactly something a playboy might do. “I may kiss a girl or two” it was clear that Sunwoo was amused by his friends denial of his own behavior

“And let’s be honest, it isn’t like you ever turn any of them down, at this point I wonder if you even know what it’s like to not have someone just fawning over you.’’ Kevin adds onto Sunwoos words only adding more fuel to the fire.

“You two do realize that I can go without just hooking up with some girl right? You’re both making it seem like I live off the attention.

“Mmm i guess we’ll have to believe it to see it, since sunwoos party is coming up let’s see you put your words into action.’’

(paw prints indicate a time skip )

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The four of them had finally arrived at their destination, Sanyeon parked his car in the empty spot closest to the door as always and they all stepped out before taking a look up at the familiar sign.

“I’ll never understand why Younghoon chooses to work when his parents own half the fucking restaurants in this city.’’ Eric stretches out his arms before closing the car door.

“He doesn’t work here he just volunteers, it’s where he rescued his dog Jiji so he comes here often with jiji to help out.’’ Kevin slips his phone into his pocket and the four of them enter the building.

As they entered the building it was both chaotic and lively, between the sound of the dogs barking and their paws against the hardwood floor and the occasional yelling from the employees that had been watching over them all. Kevin, eric found themselves distracted by the puppies as Sunwoo and Sangyeon made their way to the counter to wait for Younghoon.

Leaning up against the counter Sanyeons eyes scanned over the playpen area, an amused smile on his lips as he watched Eric and Kevin prance around with the dogs as if they were one themselves. The smile slowly faded on his lips as his eyes landed on her. Her smiling face as she stood amongst the dogs making them do tricks and run around for treats. As many times as he had come to visit Younghoon here or pick him up because the brat never felt like driving, he had never set eyes on her.

“Oh you guys are here early.’’ Younghoon who finally appears behind the counter places a box of dog toys on the counter as he spots his two friends standing there waiting for him.

“Sanyeons idea.’’ Sunwoo looks over at his dear friend who he could tell was obviously not the slightest bit interested in the conversation being had.

“Who’s that.’’ Sangyeon finally opens his mouth to speak, his eyes still fixated on her who was now gathering all the puppies to take them outside.

“Uh, yeah no before you even think those thoughts in your head, let it go. Her names Yn and she just moved here a few weeks ago, i won’t allow you to treat her like one of your little minions.’’

“Minions?’’

“Yes minions, no offense Yeon , but you’re a great guy and all but when it comes to women you like to have your fun and it doesn’t go beyond that.’’ Younghoon’s words only shed further light on the earlier conversation the others had had in Sangyeons car

“We tried to tell him, but then he started spewing nonsense about not needing the attention.’’ Sunwoos' persistence on the topic only made Sangyeon roll his eyes.

“Whatever he said in the car, or whatever nonsense was spewed leave her out of it, she’s supposed to be starting the new semester of uni with us and I want you to leave her alone. She’s not like your other pick mes and fangirls. She worked hard for her scholarship and she’s really sweet. I don’t need you playing around with her if you aren’t really interested.’’ Grabbing the box he entered with Younghoon walks off before joining Yn in the playpen, the both of them eventually disappearing out back.

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Of course Sangyeon had listened to his friend's words, but that didn’t stop him from admiring her, or spending every chance he got to observe her. He even went as far as going to pick up younghoon every day for the next two weeks. Younghoon of course found it suspicious at first, but eventually he had gotten used to his friends' persistent visits. On this day, Sangyeon found himself doing something quite foolish, something he had never done before, after all he was never the type to chase, he was always the attractor.

There he was standing outside the familiar building where his best friend would usually volunteer. The only difference was, Younghoon wasn’t here today and he knew that. The moment he walked inside he realized how dumb it was to just show up there without reason, he had no plan what-so-ever.

“Can I help you?’’ A soft voice spoke up from behind him pulling him out of his thoughts, as he turned around to face the owner of the sultry sound, his eyes landed on her.

“Oh- you’re Younghoons friend, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. Did he not tell you he doesn’t come in today?’’ For a moment all Sangyeon could do was just stand there in silence, this was unusual for him , usually when it came to women he always had the right words to say , but right now he was completely stuck.

The moment he opened his mouth to speak he was interrupted by a loud bark and a brown dog chewing at the leg of his pants.

“Kio No!!’’ She frantically runs over and reaches down to pick the pup up off of the floor.

“I’m sorry he’s one of our newer rescues. He tends to get a little over excited when he sees new people. We’re still kind of training him.’’ She apologizes as she gives the pup a stern look at which Kio whimpers and lays his head on her shoulder.

“Anyways, I didn’t really catch your name, did you want me to tell Hoon you stopped by?’’

“Ah right, Sangyeon, Lee Sangyeon. You don’t have to mention it, I'm sure i’ll see him today so i’ll just tell him i stopped by.’’ He lied, he knew very well younghoon didn’t work today and he would absolutely not be telling him that he stopped by, to younghoon his true intentions would immediately become clear.

“Okay well if theres nothing else I can help you with i’ll get this little guy into the playpen.”

“Wait- actually there may be something you can help me out with.’’ he stops her as she had been preparing to turn around and return to work. She simply looks at him as if asking him to continue, but the way her curious eyes looked upon him waiting for him to say more made him want to just hug her.

“You attend Whisper University right? I’ve seen you around campus sometimes and I’ve seen your name at the top of the boards in the lecture halls.’’ their conversation was interrupted as Yn was being called back to work by her coworker (the coworker that everyone including Younghoon absolutely hates.)

“Ah I’m sorry I really don’t mean to cut this conversation short but, if I don’t get back to work she’s going to complain the entire time.’’

“Wait- what if I rescue a dog, wouldn’t that give us time to talk?’’

“You want to rescue a dog just so you can talk?’’ as if realizing how weird it may have sounded he immediately corrects himself

“No no, that came out wrong. Initially when I came here I was going to adopt, but you thought I was here for Younghoon so I didn’t want to say anything.’’ at his panicked response Yn couldn’t help but laugh and he found himself admiring her once again.

“I was only kidding Sangyeon, come on we can talk in the back while you look.’’ Hearing his name from her lips was like hearing the song of angels, he needed to hear it again

“So you attend Whisper University too? I honestly didn’t know you went there, Younghoons pretty much the only person I know there so far and he didn’t really mention that you all went as well.’’

‘Of course he didn’t’ Sanyeon thought to himself

“Yeah he probably didn’t want to overwhelm you with so many new people since there are a lot of us.’’

“Mmm makes sense, now what exactly did you need to ask me?’’ The two strolled past a few kennels here and there, none of the puppies having caught his eye. Truth be told he wasn’t even thinking of puppies when he came in, but now he was too far deep into his lie.

“ well lately i’ve been struggling with Chem, I noticed you’ve been top of the board for a week now and i could really use some help.’’ He lied again, in fact he was a complete ace at chem, had been since high school, but he knew studying with her would be the perfect cover to get close

“So you need a tutor?”

“If that isn’t too much to ask, ill obviously pay you for your time.”

“Hm…okay, how does the cafe down the street sound? 7 o'clock saturday?” That was the day of Sunwoos party, obviously he was going to take her up on her offer but he knew that would mean coming up with some sort of excuse to tell the others.

“Sounds good, I'll meet you there.” He responds with a subtle smile curved onto his lips

“Now onto the task at hand. Has anyone piqued your interest?”

“Huh?”

“Um…the pups, have any one of them caught your eye.”

After her words a soft snore could be heard from the pup that was now fast asleep on her shoulder.

“Is kio Ready for adoption?”

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FIRE AND BLOOD THE FANFIC (DARK!AEGON AND DARK! AEMOND X OC) (Chapter 21: The dance of the two dragons)

CONCEPT:

You are the Lady Brienne Beesbury, Aegon's tutor for his Valyrian lessons. You are elegant and the beloved daughter of Lyman Beesbury, his youngest precious daughter. Needless to say, your pupil Aegon takes a interest in you, and when Aemond also takes a interest in you, things go south rather quickly. They make a deal that you are quick to accept: You will be their plaything for their dark pleasures. You just had no idea.......How far the realm would burn, and how much you all would suffer because of these choices.

WARNINGS: A lot happens, aemond and aegon fighting, jealousy, non-con, forced marriages and MAJOR BOOK SPOILERS REGARDING HELAENA TARGARYEN. (FOR REAL!)

Aemond and you land that evening in King’s Landing. He helps you off Vhagar’s back, chuckling as you stumble, your legs barely adjusted to the sturdy ground. He catches you before you can fall, kissing your bloodied forehead. His lips have a red print of blood on them, and you are certain not even the Stranger himself can make that man stop smiling.

You are escorted to the Red Keep by him. He never lets go of your hand as you two walk to the entrance to the council room. Ser Criston Cole is keeping guard by the door, awaiting the prince. He straightens his back and greets Aemond with a bow. ‘’My prince. My lady. You both look as if a calamity happened.’’

You glance slightly in Aemond’s direction. He is the prince. He must do the speaking for you. You are the calamity. You let Aemond speak for the both of you. Aemond puts his hands on his back, folding them, letting go of you for one brief moment. ‘’Cole. We went to the Riverlands. Lovely scenery. A bit too dull for my personal preferences. Luckily, my lady found a way to brighten the dull environment up.’’

‘’Your brother is in there. As is the hand, your mother, grand Maester Orwyle, and Larys Strong. Tyland Lannister is there as well.’’ You finally have names to the mysterious council that serves Aegon. You take your leave, understanding that Aemond is needed in that room as well. You stand on your toes to reach his forehead and kiss him full of devotion, parting with great sadness written in your eyes. ‘’You left them waiting quite some time, my prince. We expected you by dusk.’’ Cole continues berating Aemond for his tardiness. You can’t help but glare at Cole.

You step between the two men. ‘’My father was expected to turn seventy-five this year. Men don’t always meet their expectations. Princes especially. Surely you agree, Lord Commander?’’ You speak sweetly, your voice full of honey.

Aemond does not let himself get insulted that easily either, and sizes Cole up. ‘’Good thing I have returned. Shall we?’’ That smirk of him proves nothing good. But when he looks at you, all you see is the shadow of the man he once was. You bring out the light in him. You reach for his hand once more. He smiles, petting your hands and kissing your lips full of passion. Cole coughs and rolls his eyes. ‘’Wait up for me. I might have a surprise for you if things go well.’’ Aemond whispers.

They finally take their leave and close the door behind them.

You are curious as to what they discuss there. Luckily, you grew up here as well. You know very well of the hidden painting and the space where you can easily listen in on what they will discuss.

Aemond sits far from Aegon, and several others are sitting between them. Aegon sits on one head, Aemond being the guest sits on the other end. ‘’Now that we are finally all here, let us discuss business.’’ The hand speaks, glaring at his second youngest grandchild. Aemond leans back in his chair and patiently waits for the chance to speak.

They discuss Harrenhall, as well as other settlements taken by Black forces. You also hear of the battle for your hometown, where they are met with more resistance than they had hoped. Death toll is rising as is hunger. Eventually, Aemond has the chance to speak. He raises from his chair, speaking. He and Aegon are right in front of one another. ‘’I have an announcement to make.’’ He speaks, staring his brother down. You feel your heartbeat increase as you play with your necklace.

Aegon blinks as all heads turn to the prince. ‘’You do?’’ He asks, surprised.

The kinslayer nods. ‘’Yes. I have decided to take a different lady wife. I will annul my engagement with Floris. We will both agree on an alternative agreement. If my son with my new wife comes of age, he will wed one of her daughters. If she has no daughters, he will marry another one of her sister’s daughters to ensure our agreement with House Baratheon remains.’’ That is a good idea, in theory. You know that a fair world would be a good idea, in theory. But that will never happen. You think Aemonds proposal is a stuppid one, one doomed to fail.

His plan is not fail proof, however. You do not know if Floris has another marriage prospect. If she was set to marry the prince, word has spread that she is reserved for Aemond. Any man with a brain would not oppose Aemond Targaryen. ‘’She apparently has a sweetheart in the Riverlands, named Lord Edgar FyshCreek. The two of them will marry the young sweethearts.’’ He says. You know Edgar very well. You were friends once. You know that Edgar is kind, perhaps a bit of a pushover, but with Floris as his wife, he will perhaps finally learn a thing or two about wit.

Aemond continues laying out his masterplan and you worry when exactly he started to plan all of this. ‘’Their daughter will marry into our house, marrying my son with my new preferred wife.’’ He says. ‘’We will both agree..’’ he said, so she hasn’t agreed yet. Come to think of it, this is so sudden he likely hasn’t informed her at all.

The council is silent as the grave. Tyland Lannister only shakes his head, and Larys Strong smiles, but it is a sad smile. ‘’Who is the lucky woman, my prince?’’ He asks, the little weasel. He butters up to Aemond, and sadly, Aemond does not mind his step anymore.

Aemond’s eye sparkles with love when he speaks your name out loud. ‘’Brienne of house Beesbury.’’ You did have a feeling, but to hear it out loud is surreal. Aemond wants you to marry him. He stares at no one but at his brother. Aegon stares at his fingers, his ripped nails, and studies them, ignoring his brother’s glance.

The council erupts into multiple protests. Alicent sighs deeply but seems not to be surprised. I'm only disappointed. Otto is mortified and horrified at once, Tyland just sits and smiles. ‘’You can’t.’’ The hand croaks. ‘’Aemond! We worked hard to secure Storm’s End. You can not give it all up for a whore!’’ You scoff but don’t reply, watching in silence as the chaos unfolds.

He slams his hands on the table, rising. ‘’Aemond. We killed her father, a known traitor. At this moment, we are busy crushing her traitor rebellion brothers and digging their graves.’’ Aemond does hear his grandfather but he chooses to ignore him. He knows the importance of Storm’s end but he wants you as his wife more than he wants his duties. He always called himself the bigger brother, the better one when it came to duties but now he is the one who is willing to stab it all in the back. For you.

Alicent takes hold of Aemond’s hands.

‘’I understand that you love her, Aemond-’’ She pauses. ‘’We can’t allow this to happen. Aegon, talk sense into your brother.’’

Aegon stands up, as does Aemond. ‘’You will do no such thing, brother. You will not marry Brienne. You will do your duty and marry Floris Baratheon.’’ He says, slowly speaking each and every word. Aemond’s lips turn into a scowl.

Aemond scoffs, anger written across his face. He grabs hold of his brother, begging him with something you never saw in his eyes before. Hope. ‘’If you care for my happiness, if you love me as your brother, if you value me even a little bit, just a tiny bit..’’ He leans into Aegon’s arms so that he can’t look away from Aemond. ‘’You will let me marry her.’’ He speaks. You are touched but also worried. One time they nearly killed one another when there was jealousy. And now there is a proposal.

‘’Please. I am begging you. She is all I ever wanted.’’ Aemond begs, and you feel confused and conflicted.

Aegon pushes Aemond off with cold eased movements before getting in his scarred face. ‘’My answer is final. You will do best to remember that. You will marry Floris Baratheon. You will set out with your dragon today, and you won’t see Brienne for a while.’’ He orders Aemond and you feel bad for both. Aegon is in love with you, but so is Aemond. A proposal from both or either can bring death.

To think that Aemond one-eye, the same man who watched Aegon take the crown, the throne, a working dragon egg, their sister, their ancestor’s crown and sword would leave it at that, would be foolish and naief. ‘’You think you can keep us apart? She loves me! She killed for me! We’ve bonded in the way of our old house!’’

Slowly, Aegon’s eyes go up and his voice becomes thin as ice. ‘’What ways?’’ He asks, coldly and reserved in ways that don’t fit him.

And Aemond smirks knowing his bait has been picked up by the King. Aemond has no trouble shaming you in front of the entire council.

Aemond smirks, proud.

‘’I took her for a dragon ride.’’ He leaves it up to his brother if he means that you rode his dragon or something else that belongs to him.

Aegon laughs, quickly reminding him that he showed you his dragon first. You rode Sunfyre first. ‘’She flew with me and Sunfyre first.’’ He says. "I don't think that a girl as Brienne, a gentle sweet girl, can appreciate an old ancient hag as Vhagar. She wants the glitter and the shiny things in life."

You never knew that such a sweet sentence could make you tear up. Once you were a sweet innocent girl. But that girl died for the sake of your own survival. You had two choices: Become Aemond's pet or let him become yours.

But Aemond is not done yet. He can only keep smirking and deals the other blow to his brother. "You may have showed her your dragon, but tell me, Aegon;Did she kill for you? Did she feed corpses to your dragon? Did she fuck you dry when you burned cities with your dragon, because she did with me. I showed her true power and true fire and true blood and she wants nothing less anymore.’’ Aemond shows his bloodied sword to prove his words as Aegon is silent. All he does is gulp and stare at his feet. You see a broken man.

And your heart breaks the same moment his does.

Aemond chuckles. ‘’Perhaps once you had her heart, but it belongs to me now. You are only making a fool of yourself for keeping us apart.’’ He says.

Without further explanation or reason, you watch as Aegon's hands connects with Aemond's scarred cheek. The king is seething. ‘’One more word and you’ll be known as Aemond no-tongue as well.’’ He warns his younger brother when Aemond feels his red cheek with a scowl. ‘’Get fucking flying. For your own sake. I don’t want to see you for a while.’’ He warns his brother. "Go to your wife. Go to Floris and you will invited back to King's Landing."

Alicent tries her best to smooth the situation but she only makes it worse. ‘’It is for the best, Aemond-’’

He shrugs his mother off. ‘’I suppose since you had a unhappy marriage, your children must all suffer your fate, don’t we, mother?’’ He spats at her. With those words, Aemond leaves the council room.

You leave now that you have had your information. You have much to think about.

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That night you prepare for Aemond's visit. They have allowed you back in your old rooms as promised. Your toys and plushies are no longer in sight. You have put them in a box locked with a key.

You are trying on different dresses that show off more of your breasts and neck area.

A servant announces a visitor. And it's not Aemond. "His majesty, King Aegon II of house Targaryen-"

"That's quite enough. I don't have all night." He tells her. The girl makes a curtesy before heading off.

You are still in only a corset and a pair of undergarments, deciding between a bloodred dress or a dark emerald green one. You turn to face Aegon when he takes in your body, his eyes lingering over your behind as well as your other curves.

You make a curtsy as well.

‘’Hello, my king.’’ You greet him with an innocent tight-lipped smile.

‘’Lady Beesbury.’’ He greets you stiffly. ‘’I heard rumours. About my brother and you.’’ He crosses his arms over his chest and stares at the two dresses.

‘’What kind of rumors?’’ You ask but you know that Aegon knows what you and Aemond have been up to in the Riverlands.

‘’That you terrorized the Riverlands together.’’ You ignore that statement and turn your emotions off for now. You softly touch your own breasts and eye Aegon through the mirror when slowly slipping the red gown on.

Aemond likes Green. Aegon prefers red. It is so easy.

Aegon becomes mad that you ignore him. As planned.

‘’That you fucked him, Brienne. That you watched him kill and encouraged him.’’ He sounds disgusted with your behaviour.

You sigh. You have changed perhaps. But who could not? Who would not break after what you have been submitted to?

‘’What do you want me to say, Aegon?’’ You say with a roll of your eyes. "We are at war. People die. It happens."

Your ignorance and your boredom worry him. He does not care about the peasants. But he does care about you. And about your moral compass. ‘’That it’s a lie!’’ He yells desperately for it it be one. He even has small tears in his eyes and you must master all your wits to keep from touching his face and crawling in his arms.

You instead force yourself to smile. ‘’Well, it is not. It’s not a lie. Aemond and me fucked a few times, we killed a lot of people and we even helped you by telling everyone it was Rhaenyra’s work-’’

He scoffs enraged.

‘’And you think her supporters will carry on that message for you?’’ You think not. You don't really care. The girl may tell whatever lies or truths she likes.

The people of Westeros have been conquered by dragons before. They will be conquered once again. It doesn't matter if they blame Rhaenyra or Aegon's dragons.

If it was Rhaenyra she would be hated. Of course she would. She is a woman. But because its Aegon, a male he would cause fear. Men will never see the danger of the other sex…

Not even when it will be their own downfall.

You close the distance between the two of you and comfort the King with rubbing your hands over his back, feeling the good fabric of his silken clothes. ‘’I think you seem tense. What is the problem? Are you jealous, my king? Are you jealous of your one-eyed little brother who fucked me?’’ You whisper in his ear when slowly unbuttoning your gown.

‘’He came to ask for your hand, the fool.’’ Aegon still refuses to look up. You have to tilt his chin slightly so he can see your breasts.

"Tell what else troubles you." You whisper. Aegon rapidly pushes you away from him. He glares at you.

"He destroyed you. Look at you. You are no better than a whore!" He hurts you deeply. Because his words are true. You feel dirty and inpure.

"‘’I think you’ve spend enough time in his company.’’

‘’But not nearly enough…’’ he pushes you against the wall when slowly revealing your shoulders by pulling your dress down. ‘’In the company of your king.’’

Aegon pushes you on your knees before pulling you on the pouffe in front of your vanity. He bares you naked and drops his own trousers as well. The moment you turn you are met with his erected red swollen length that is pushed in your entrance fucking you tightly. You are thrown with your chest on the pouf forced to take the cock as Aegon fucks out his anger and disappointment in you.

You turn wet easily by your feelings and your confused twisted heart when Aegon takes you for the next coming moments as only grunts and groans leave his mouth.

‘’Tell me, can he make you moan as that? I bet he can’t.’’ He boasts getting off on his brothers failures.

‘’He's incompetent when it comes to your pleasure. He only cares about his own. When we fuck, you are my queen. You hear me, Brienne? You are my priority." He promises you when smashing his mouth down on yours. You have trouble breathing when Aegon buries himself inside of you and pounds away as your breasts widely shake with every trust he gives.

You moan and as Aegon suddenly comes you are dragged along the height as well coming all over his cock when eagerly riding out your orgasm. You improvise and sit up when clinging to his shoulders when fucking his cock. You scream and fall a moment later when Aegon watches you amused.

Aegon dresses without a word and leaves. Your heart is crushed. You do know how to hurt him back. Aemond wants to marry you. A bastard will help you both. Aemond will simply do what he always does, and you will have your body to the rest.

When you look for the Kinslayer to fuck you you are met with a empty room. You recall that Aegon banished Aemond for a short while.

You do find letters. None of them speak to you. Except a recently opened letter. Aemond likely read it before he left. And you recongize the seal very well.

Oh no.

Millions of thoughts cross your head as you quickly reread the letter and your heart sinks as dread fills your chest."To Aemond Targaryen. Unfortunately, Lord Edgar FyshCreek won't marry any lady of House Baratheon."

You nearly slam your head against the desk. Edgar. Poor Edgar. He is so foolish.

Aemond is gone yes.

It was just you and Aegon's stupid mistake to let him. He is not in the Storm Lands. He is going to Edgar. And he is going to kill him for thwarting his plans.

When you return to your rooms, Aegon is there.

You don't tell about Aemonds plans yet. Because you don't know if Aemond is going to kill a man out of spite or choose his duties. You don't know if he will risk upsetting his brother even more. And you don't know if you want Aemond's anger if he is killing. And you doubt that Aegon can stop Aemond from so far away.

Aegon offers you tea. You smile and take the cup.

You try to settle your nerves. "How is your sister?" You haven't seen her in a while. You wonder how Helaena is doing. You were friends once. Before you slept with her brothers and her husband.

He does not respond at first. "Aemond wanted to keep this a secret from you." He speaks, choosing his words carefully. "I agreed because we both knew it would kill you if you had known."

Your alarms ring too late. You feel a cold shiver go down your spine. Something happened. "What?"

One word echoes through your mind. Dead. Dead. Dead.

Aegon does not lie to ease your feelings. He never did so and never will do so. "Helaena killed herself." He says.

Your mouth drops. "She…" You knew she was spirted, perhaps. But always in a positive warm matter. She was always happy and kind. For her to commit suicide, something terrible must have happened.

The king tells you and you hang to his every word anger and tears getting the better of you as you mourn your friend. You were jealous she was pregnant with Aegon's child again. And you were jealous she was his wife. And now she's dead. And you never had the decency to tell her what you did behind her back.

You burst into tears breaking. You promised yourself to be strong but this blow came unexpected. "Assassins took my heir. They forced her to choose between our three children. Justice, the Blacks called it. What kind of justice is found in killing a child, a driving a mother to madness?" You suppose that Rhaenyra had something familair happen. She too lost a child and she too was driven to madness.

Aegon comforts you by forcing you to drink the tea. You hope it's moontea but also notice a another herb.

"Your brothers have gained…support from the North as well as the Reach and the Storm and crown lands. The Blacks are now strong allies with your house." He tells you and that surprises you. Aemond is very hush about the state of war and he made it sound as if your house was losing and would continue to lose until nothing was left.

Aegon gently rubs your back when you notice your eyes starting to drift. Your head pounds softly. "You have become a figurehead, my Brienne. People heard stories about the beautiful maiden from a small house that enchanted three princes, was forced between two sides of the war and bedded both the king and his brother."

You sound as a hero. You are anything but.

"A neutral Queen. That is what we need. I must remarry. I know you will take it well.'' Aegon's words begin to sound more sinister as you try to make sense of the tea you have had and your sudden dizziness.

Take it well? You understand it however. He is the king. He must remarry. You do wonder who he picked. Your thoughts blur together and you can't think as your muscles slowly freeze when Aegon gives you a kiss. And a another. And another…

You try to tell him you are not well. "Aeg, I don't feel so good."

He ignores you kissing away at your body when undressing himself. You can't have sex right now. "Aegon, i can't…I can't…" you try to escape but your body is frozen.

Aegon sinks inside of you with a soft grunt and takes you for a second time that night. You are in pain and too weak to fight him off. You let him have his fun and hope it ends soon as tears stream down your face.

"Stop…" you do beg from time to time. You do grunt and whimper. But all Aegon is focused on is his own pleasure.

He kisses you excusing his behaviour to you. It feels not justified. "I love you, I am so sorry but I love you too much. I asked a maester to give a little bit extra. You will be so calm tonight." You wail. He will continue this throughout the night.

"I love you too, Aegon. I'm sorry….too.." You blurt out.

And darkness swallows you whole. "Nhn…"

----- When you wake up, the worst of pain has passed. You are dressed in a white gown by servants and they were busy doing so even when you were asleep. Your hair is braided in a familair yet strange fashion. Braids.

Under the watchful eye of dozens guards you are escorted to the dragon pit. You don't know what you'll be doing there. You finally see familair faces. Aegon. Alicent. And even Otto. But the other faces of dozens of unknown inhabitants of King's landing make you uncomfertable.

And you miss so many. Your father. Helaena. Aemond.

You are tempted to rush to Aegon and to ask him what is happening. You don't understand. You glare at Aegon as you recall what he did with you last night. He took advantage of you. And he gave you something as well.

He has the audacity to smirk at you. You cross your arms. "I wish for an explanation."

"Please kneel, Brienne." Aegon speaks his voice soft as silk and sweet as honey. "It will be clear in a moment. I promise." You refuse too angry to see reason.

Ser Criston forces you to kneel, so you do.You don't understand what is happening. Perhaps you must bend the knee publicly. Have your brothers and the queen agreed to peace? Have they all found peace? Perhaps they have lost and this is a demonstration of what happens to family members of traitors. Perhaps Jace has made another proposal to you or has Aemond done something that takes it all too far.

Perhaps Aegon wants to fuck you in public.

Dozens of scenarios go through your head. Dozens of thoughts. Dozens of ideas. Some rational. Others not so much as fear makes master of you and the time closes in. None of the ideas are sane.

But none are as insane, When the septon approaches you with a pillow with a crown on it. None of your thoughts prepared you for what would happen next. Nor for the words that the septon speaks as he places the crown on your head. "All hail Queen Brienne, first of her name! The Ivory Queen!"

Your body freezes hearing those words, and you suddenly understand what Aegon meant. He was pressured into taking another wife. He heard you were becoming popular. He combined two problems and made it his solution. And your end.

Because the Blacks might forgive you for being a prisoner. But they won't forgive you for being a queen.

Ser Criston brings you to Aegon, who presents you proudly to an enthusiast public. They scream your name and wave their arms. Aegon finally takes your hands into his own and looks into your eyes. "With this kiss, I pledge my love. I pledge my loyalty, and I take you for my lady and my wife..." He speaks loudly.

You gasp as the septon smiles at you, waiting for you to repeat rose words. You can't. You can't become the Queen. You can't become his queen. Or aemonds. Or anyone's. You can't rule nations. Aegon chuckles dangerously in your ear. "I see how it is. Luckily for you, your king does not need your consent. If I wish to marry you: I damn well shall." You feel your heart shatter.

Another face suddenly pops up in the crowd as you take in a familair eyepatch and one blue angry eye. You don't have time to defend yourself before Aegon follows your gaze and notices Aemond's heartbroken stence. With him is Floris.

He went to do his duties. And in return, Aegon stabbed him in the back with marrying you the girl he loves. "Ae-" before you can speak Aegon seals the kiss and your fate. The crowd cheers as you try to find Aemond again. But he is gone.

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