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Rev. 22:20

Rating: Explicit. Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x nameless Septa femme Warnings: Dark and obsessive behaviour, religious imagery and guilt, male masturbation, corruption kink, eventual smut. Word count: tbc

Summary: Aemond develops an infatuation with a young woman that is training as a novice to become a Septa. He feels safe in the knowledge that wanting something so forbidden means nothing can ever happen, but when his feelings become overwhelming he goes out of his way to change that. Based on this request.

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Community labels are for cops.

Part One: Confession Part Two: Martyr Part Three: Pray Part Four: Saviours and Saints Part Five: Eat You Alive

Rottmnt Comics overview

Brains and Brawn Apocalypse AU

One shots:

Teddy bear

Distress

Sequel (completed):

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

False Memory (Completed)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 7

Great, what's next... (hiatus, ongoing)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Krang infection (ongoing)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

Part 22 Part 23 Part 24

Part 25 Part 26

𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon! Reader

Trigger Warnings: murder, targcest, eventual dark!aemond, yandere!aemond, obsessive behaviour, typical targ madness

Summary: Aemond would have his sea-nymph one way or another.

Requests are open!

Summer blossomed like the pink buds on a cherry tree coming to life the day the young Prince Aemond realised his affection for his niece. She had ensnared his soul and enraptured his heart like the vines of ivy devouring the exterior of a Keep. Silver locks and lilac spun eyes that beheld all the secrets in the world, it seemed. Soft-tanned skin – a perfect blend of her mother and father though the same could not be said for those she called brothers – that beamed soft gold in the light of the sun and lips that looked as if only the sweetest of fruits had kissed them. Her hair shone pearlescent in a similar fashion to the decorations often found woven into her curly smooth locks. They fascinated him; the way the peals glimmered in the light and emerged from her curls like the foam atop a crashing wave.

More Velaryon than Targaryen in truth was she. She, too, had no dragon to call her own but instead proclaimed the sea as her abode and its treasures her horde. He wished to be considered a valuable item amongst those she already kept. Soft-spoken and gentle in nature she was her mother's pride and joy – the image of her grandmother they deemed the sea nymph. Sometimes, he wondered if she could grow a tail much like the mystical mermaid on the sigil of House Manderly and if she could, would she finally join her beloved sea and leave them all to wither on land? Those thoughts never brought him any comfort. Instead, he remained grateful that for as much as she wished to join the sea in all ways; she simply was unable to.

He often prayed to the gods in thanks for her inability to simply vanish on the waves.

It became lonely, living in such cold solitude, after a while and none could deny the younger prince led a cold, solitary life. His other kin shone so brightly, vivaciously and with such vitality that it was easy for him to fall into the shadows, the darkness, and the madness. He was a scarred second son of a King who did not even deem his firstborn son his heir. Aemond believed deeply in tradition and the stability such a thing brought to the realm; he could not fathom his elder half-sister bringing chaos with her untraditional succession claim. His sister would openly have a bastard follow her on the throne. Perhaps that’s where his true sentiments lay; he did not despise his sister for being a woman with a powerful agency, or even for being the heir to the throne, but for what would come after his sister's succession. What precedent would it set if bastards could inherit before trueborn children? What chaos would that sow within the realm? Aemond was a man of routine, tradition, and unrelenting stability all of which Rhaenyra was inherently posed to ruin.

Aemond didn’t wish to see his little sea nymph fall with her mother, as she undoubtedly would, due to her unending loyalty and devotion to her catastrophic family. His Gentle Dragon had no qualms openly expressing her love and devotion to the young men that would steal her birthright; it was bad enough the elder prince Jacaerys would steal her place upon the iron throne but downright insulting that, the younger than she, Lucerys would steal the birthright of her father from her person by claiming Driftmark. Aemond wished to see her claim her rightful place as the heiress of Driftmark as the only trueborn child of its heir, however, he would not want to see her seated atop the iron throne.

The monolithic, fearsome work of art did not suit the gentle and ever-changing disposition that she carried with her. Unmoving iron and sharp-edged swords should be nowhere near the supple curves and smooth skin lining her form, instead – if it were not for his no-good elder brother – he would sit upon the iron-casted seat of death in her place. He would be her King and she, his Queen. He had only to find a way to keep her with him permanently.  

Perhaps his father's addled mind and desperation for peace would smile fortuitously upon the one-eyed prince, for once.

It had been many a year since his eyes last wandered upon the form of his beloved sea nymph – a name he only acknowledged in his mind's depths. The realm’s Gentle Dragon had returned to Kings Landing alongside the rest of her kin when protests were raised on the legitimacy of her younger brother's claim to Driftmark. Something many deemed rightfully hers. She glowed effervescent in her Velaryon blue and soft violet threaded gown the silk gently forming the curves of her body and flowing down the lengths of her arms and back. It seemed the dress also recognised the girl's call of the sea for it moulded like waves and rippled in each minuscule movement of her own. The train of the gown followed behind her like the sea lapping at the sand of the beach never quite reaching as far in as it wished.

She stood beside her mother with her head held high in pride as her uncle all but disparaged what remained of her mother's good name - if anything was left of it to begin with. It had delighted him to see the Strong princelings debased in such a public manner and their mother alongside them. He enjoyed much less the disparagement of the Crown Princess’s only daughter and the belief that she would fall to the same whims her mother had and beget only bastards for her future husband. No, that did not please the prince at all. He had observed and planned and waited patiently for many a year to gain his nymph and she would give him no bastards – he knew she wouldn’t. His nymph was too intelligent, dutiful, and self-aware of the consequences of such a thing to attempt such a crime.

Still, his blood boiled, and his hands clenched behind his back. It took an effort to keep his stoicism about his person in the face of his ever-present wrath but within a second his wrath was replaced with bewildered wonderment. Gone was Ser Vaemond’s head; instead the figure of his uncle stood tall, proud, and nonchalant in the face of such grotesque violence. Aemond felt the stirrings of admiration and conflict within his chest at such a sight. This man, his uncle, was a threat, an obstacle, his biggest unrelenting guard towards what Aemond had deemed his. All the realms knew of how Daemon favoured his girls over his boys, and none could deny how he had claimed the Gentle Dragon as much his own as his other brown-skinned, silver-haired darlings. He clenched his jaw. It seemed he would need to confide with another of his aspirations if he wanted to succeed where others had failed.

As if the man could hear the thoughts echoing in the princeling's brain the Rogue turned and leered. Aemond could see the taunt within his gaze, the dare for him to be as foolish as the man who kept his tongue but lost his head.

He could hear the whisper Daemon Targaryen’s eyes conveyed.

“Claim her, if you're bold enough.”

Just as he proved to his father when he claimed Vhagar; Aemond would once more prove that he was, indeed, bold enough.

So amazing

Aftermath: Impact Part 1 Welcome to the second arc! //sprinkles some disaster twins content on you Previous: https://at.tumblr.com/happyfoxx-art/aftermath-25-that-makes-100-pages-i-hope/8f7irnd72kxf Next: First: https://www.tumblr.com/happyfoxx-art/692297229519765504/its-the-we-saved-the-world-hug-comic-d-i

Would love a part two.

Vexation

warnings: obscene language, reader talking back to elder people, sweet, fluff. That's all, I think? Haha!

pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader

summary:

The well-known Lady Thorn of Highgarden finally visited you after a year of being wed to Prince Aemond. However, you have a feeling it will not go well.

a/n: this was supposed to be a 100 followers thank you fic but I just finished it today lol Enjoy!

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You have been acting up since earlier when your mother informed you that your grandmother decided to visit the two of you after many moons of being wed.

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"For someone who hasn't seen their grandmother for years, you seem not thrilled enough, my love." He gave a light chuckle when he saw your face with a sneer.

And you have a feeling that he was enjoying this different side of you.

You're always calm and collected and it was rare to see you so agitated about someone who used to be your mentor.

No, you're not like this because you're troubled she did not visit you sooner.

Nor, it was due to you not caring about her enough either.

It's the opposite.

You love her.......truly.

And you know her better than anyone in this kingdom. Her old bones, wit and all.

If you have been asked to give one word to describe her, that would be; a nuisance.

"Well, if I were you, you should too." He raised his eyebrow at that but the look of wonder was still etched all over his face.

"I still fail to understand what was so wrong in meeting, not just your grandmother but your teacher when you were young. I bet she can share stories I do not know about you, Lady wife."

"I also fail to understand why such a man of your stature was so excited to meet a chattering old lady, Lord husband." You said as a matter of fact.

At this point, you knew that he truly thinks you do not want to meet her for fear of hearing embarrassing stories about your childhood.

He did think about one thing right, but he did not hit the head in the nail on what your fear truly was for.

"Enlighten me, my love. What did your grandmother do to earn your ire?" Before you could share the reason for your distress, a servant's knock disrupted your conversation.

"Pardon me, my prince and my lady. Lady Tyrell was waiting in the sitting room." The servant bowed once she announced the arrival of your family. She stood near the door, waiting for your command.

With a sigh, you stood up and went near your husband. Your hand reaches for his hair and you run through your fingers on his soft locks. Your hand fixes the ones that always seem to find themselves unaligned.

He closes his eyes and leaves a soft "hmmm" on his lips as he savors the feel of your fingers through his hair.

"Are you certain you want me to go and waste my time with that old monster instead of doing this with you?" You smiled sweetly at him and pouted your lips to convince him not to let you go and finally meet your grandmother.

However, instead of saying yes, he chuckled and warm calloused hands clasped yours.

"As much as I love to do that and stay with you in our chambers, wrapped around my arms, your refusal to meet her might leave a wrongful impression towards who I am. So go now, dear wife, I know you'll come back to me safe and sound."

A grumble left you before you pecked his nose. He frowned a bit at your rebellious antics. You always give him a kiss on the lips and wish him well before he trains. But today, you're not giving him that.

Before he could protest though, you stuck out your tongue and winked at him. Leaving him on his own devices as you were escorted by the servant to the place you truly hoped not to visit today.

Even from afar, you can already hear your grandmother's feeble voice from old age. Yet, you know that despite the soft sounds, she's far from tender.

"Here I thought I'll meet my death bed first before you finally show up here." She said with eyes-closed while sipping her tea.

Trying not to roll your eyes, you smiled at the servant and dismissed her. You gave your mother a smile before you sat down beside her.

Servants who were standing closed immediately placed a cup and saucer in front of you. They also filled the table with new biscuits and sweets.

"Well, I guess my timing's not that impeccable because I would have waited more just to see that." The servant who was filling up your tea almost let go of the teapot from shock on what she heard. But as she was a highly trained servant from the palace, she composed herself right away and bowed once she finished her task.

Meanwhile, your mother let out a cough and a choked sound of surprise before deciding to dismiss the servants fully and avoid any more witness from your family banter.

"I can't believe you call yourself a lady with that manners." Once all the servants were dismissed, your grandmother spoked again.

"Apologies, mother. I will make sure to teach her the proper decorum again later." Your mother gave you an eye and you just rolled your eyes at her.

"Not my granddaughter. She's perfect as is. I meant you. Who would have choked on her own tea?" Her feeble voice cracked from hoarseness as she raised her voice, scolding your mother.

A knowing look was passed between you and your mother as she gaped at your grandmother from shock.

If you do not respect your mother, you would have said I told you so.

"Anyway, enough lessons about etiquette. How was the life of being a wife, my favorite grandchild." Even without a mirror, you can see your face twitched from annoyance.

This old hag was indeed testing your patience. It has been a year since your wedding. You'll understand if she did not come to your wedding due to an official business. However, all those times, she was sitting on her favorite chair, sipping her warm tea, inside her chambers in Highgarden.

"It was well, until you decided to come here and ruin it for me." At this point, your mother feigned ignorance and continued with her afternoon tea. She's smarter now as she realized that your grandmother came here for you with an agenda. You're trying to decipher what it was. Yet, you have a feeling you know it already.

"If that was true then, when are you going to give me my grandchildren? Are you impotent? Because I believed based on stories inside these walls, your lord husband made your legs wobble on several occasions. I can only assume that problem was you." The cutlery rang when you put your cup down full of anger from her statement.

It wasn't as if you did not want a child either but no matter how much you did it with Aemond throughout that year, you were still not blessed with a baby. Your husband, the ever sweet partner, assured you that it was fine. Some couples had the hardest time having children and there was no rush.

The insult stings, especially, since it was your family who mentioned it.

"If that was the reason for your visit then I'd rather spent more time doing it with my husband than wasting my time here talking to a wrinkled old thorn." You were about to leave your seat when suddenly, your grandmother grabbed your arm and pulled you back down.

"Oh dear. Your patience was still shorter than my lifespan. Sit back down and let this wrinkled old thorn finish what she was trying to discuss." Still fuming, you followed her but crossed your arms in defiance as you stared straightly in her eyes.

"Well, I would not even agree that you were impotent as our family were known to have no problems with giving birth compared to the Targaryen. But still, answer my question truthfully.

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When you're doing it, have you tried using your mouth and licking the tip while massaging his balls so he'll enjoy it. In my time, ladies let their husbands cum first and that method was certain to make them pregnant after a month." Your mother who was quietly listening to your discussion was left coughing violently at your grandmother's shameless words in broad daylight. The tea she was holding splashed everywhere as she tried to compose herself.

To help her calm down, you put your hand soothingly on her back. Your face red with shame as your grandmother continued her obscenities and the advice for the right position to get pregnant next time.

When she realized that you and your mother gave her silence as she told you what must be done, she looked in your direction and raised her eyebrow at your reddened looks.

"Ha! I do not understand why the two of you act as if you did not know what I am saying. Stop pretending to be prim and proper! A man can do and tries everything when he's fucking every lady on these realm but a lady had a chance to only do it with once with one man on her lifetime. Enough with this nonsense and do me a favor and use this." You almost backed away when she suddenly stood up and placed a bag inside your hands. The bag emits a strong sweet smell you've never smelled before.

"What is this?"

"An aphrodisiac."

As if your skin was burnt by the bag, you immediately throw it on the table and stay as far away from it as possible.

"Have your old brain finally given up?" You yelled at your grandmother. Fingers pointing at her accusingly. You can feel the hotness run from your face to your ears and you know that you looked just like an apple from how red you were.

"Oh hush now. Me and your grandfather used to add that to our tea and it always ended up with a child so that product's safe from testing. Not that we need it much but the feeling we have after using it was something I missed so much. Believe me, it will just help your body relax and be more sensitive from your partner's touches compared to other aphrodisiacs." The disgust you felt when you saw her close her eyes and shudder from remembering what she did with your grandfather were so immense you felt all the hair in your body rise.

"Oh gods. My dear ears." On the other hand, your mother's laments as she tries to console her ears and head from what she heard today.

A sudden knock made you jump from where you were standing and you three looked at the door and waited for the announcement of whoever was on the other side.

"Lady Tyrell, his grace, the prince Aemond Targaryen is here to see you."

"Let him in. Let me see my grandson-in-law." Before you can react, your grandmother smiled wickedly at you and announced to let your husband in.

Panicked, you grabbed the bag and put it inside your dress, where a hidden pocket was made.

Your husband came in with a warm smile but frowned when he saw your pale face and rigid body as you stood near a chair.

He titled his head at you in silent question about what happened when your grandmother opens her mouth to greet him.

"If this wasn't the infamous one-eyed prince who was able to tame the biggest dragon at such a young age." A toothy grin was plastered on her face and she walked towards your husband. She opened her arms and hugged him tightly. She also patted him loudly and the gesture confuses your husband but let her do it.

"Hmmm... I know now why my granddaughter is protective of you. I will surely climb you if I am a little bit younger."

The world stopped as you tried to understand what your grandmother said to your dear husband.

You were just glad that your husband did not skip his etiquette classes as he was able to compose himself right away and gave a proper answer from that obscene remark.

"You flatter me, Lady Thorn." He replied with a smile.

Your grandmother chuckled at that and decided to walk back in her seat. But when she passed your way, she whispered something that only your ears can hear.

"If you do not pull him away from this place, I will make sure to make his ears bleed." You looked at her incredulously as she sat back down with a soft look on her face.

Blinking, you looked at your mother, who was still red, and looked back at your husband who was staring at your mouth agaped expression then back to your grandmother, who ordered another servant to bring another warm tea like normal. As if she did not just whisper the most absurd order you've heard.

Without further ado, you stride towards your husband with a purpose and grab his arm away from the chamber.

"Make sure to use my gift tonight, my favorite grandchild." Your grandmother reminded you with a wink.

All you were able to say was a loud groan and you stomped away dragging your husband with you.

"What was that?" He asked. Obviously confused with your manners.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Looking at your husband's face, your thoughts immediately come back from the nights he kisses your skin and presses himself closer to you. Thanks to your grandmother's scheme.

Stepping backwards farther in his direction, you stride and start running away.

He called your name many times but you can't look back as you slapped both of your cheeks from embarrassment.

How could you feel so turned on in the middle of the corridors just from staring at him. You groaned as you felt your core slicken from just the thoughts of him.

With a scream, you look at the clear sky with determination.

You will prove to your grandmother that you do not need that tea to enjoy your husband's company and bear his child!

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Meanwhile, back inside the room, Lady Tyrell cleared her throat and finally opened her mouth to talk to Lady Thorn.

"Do you truly need to edge her that way? I believe they're doing their best."

"Then, their best was not enough. With that type of husband, I can't believe she was having a hard time having a child. All she needed was a little push. I know it." The old lady smiled to herself and sighed as she looked outside and witnessed the beauty of spring.

She was sure that this will be a fruitful year for the Highgarden.

Damn that was so good 😊

Distraction

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: After your (ex)boyfriend cheats on you, you find comfort in an unlikely place: in the arms of your sworn enemy, Aemond Targaryen.

Rating: Explicit (18+ / Minors DNI)

Warnings: NSFW, referenced cheating, academic rivals to lovers, fingering, oral (f receiving), hurt/comfort, fluff, Vhagar cameo!!

Word Count: 4.5k

Anonymous Request:

"Modern Aemond story where the reader gets nastily cheated on by her boyfriend (ex boyfriend then I guess?) and Aemond helps her get over it? Maybe with prompt 64 ("I love the way you look when my fingers are inside you") & 85 ("I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget this guy's name")?"

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A/N: Ohhhhh boy, here we go! Thank you so much for the request, lovely anon ❤️❤️

This fic is NOT part of the Home for the Holidays series, so don't read it as a continuation of that--that would be very confusing. After you read this, lmk if you can tell I majored in history in college lmfaooo.

As per usual, not beta-read but thoroughly edited.

The prompt list used is linked here!

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You didn’t know what you’d done to deserve this. 

You’d done everything for your boyfriend–ex-boyfriend now, you supposed–from cooking and cleaning to doing his fucking laundry, and none of that had been enough to stop him from cheating on you. 

When he’d said the pair of you needed to talk a few days ago, you’d told yourself it was nothing to worry about, that he’d genuinely wanted to discuss something.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“I thought you had a right to know,” he’d said, “I’m sorry.”

As if that somehow absolved him of fucking every other girl on campus. Asshole. 

You’d been a mess for at least a week after–you still were, honestly–but life went on, whether you liked it or not. Part of life, such as it was, included attending class, doing your exams, and everything else that went along with your final semester of senior year. 

Needless to say, you were less than thrilled to be stuck working on a group project with your academic rival–and bane of your existence–Aemond Targaryen. 

Of the entire History program at your university, you were constantly the top two in your department. Both of you were incredibly competitive, which only exacerbated the tension between you as you jockeyed for the highest score in every one of your classes. 

You’d been paired together on a project by your Imperial Russian History Professor–which you were certain was some kind of sick joke on his part–and had yet to make any progress on it whatsoever. Both of you had been putting it off, but as the due date quickly approached, you resigned yourself to working with him, if only to survive the semester.

That was, however, proving to be much easier said than done. 

He insisted that your project had to be about Peter the Great, while you pushed for Catherine the Great instead.

This argument was only the latest of many, but you thought you might lose your mind for real this time.  

“The project is about a great Russian,” he sneered, “Catherine was from Germany. You, of all people, should know that.”

“Oh my God,” you snarl, “I cannot believe you're being this obtuse--she was a foundational Russian leader, regardless of where she was from," you roll your eyes.

"Anyway, everyone is going to do a project on Peter. That's such an obvious choice."

“So you would prefer to present on the woman that fucked a horse?” he questions you dryly, a smirk forming on his lips, watching your reaction to his words. 

“You know that was a rumor made up by men who were afraid of a powerful woman,” your voice raises slightly, your face heating up in frustration.

Aemond tilted his head in amusement, his eye glittering in victory at the rise he'd managed to get out of you. You clenched your jaw, taking in a deep, calming breath through your nose. 

“You're impossible,” you say shortly, annoyed that he’s managed to get under your skin.

“And you're insufferable.” 

“Oh, fuck off, will you?”

“No, you're acting like a child.”

“Oh, I’m acting like a child?” you hissed, though your petulant tone did nothing except prove the accusation correct. 

“You are," he confirmed, looking so smug that you wanted to slap him across his pretty face. "What’s the matter?” he taunts, “Are you having issues with that little boyfriend of yours that’s always picking you up from class?”

That did it–you burst into tears. You tried to hide your face behind your hands, not wanting him to see you cry, even though it was a bit late for that now.

“Oh, shit,” Aemond’s eye widened, suddenly looking uncharacteristically panicked at your outburst. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, project now very much forgotten–you guessed someone having a mental breakdown in front of you would do that. 

“Did, uh…did something happen?” he asked, clearly struggling to find anything to say that might soothe you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you this much. I was just giving you a hard time,” he winced as you hiccuped, trying to swallow your sobs. 

“No, I’m sorry. It's just…” you sniff. “You definitely…don’t want to hear about this, but…he cheated on me…sorry, I’ll get it together, I just–” you rooted through your school bag, searching desperately for some tissues. 

“Hey, hey, no, don’t worry,” Aemond’s voice is uncharacteristically soft, “I was being a dick. Here,” he hands you a pack of kleenex, watching your face cautiously. “Listen, you’re wicked smart–it drives me up the wall, believe me–and you seem nice--when you’re not talking to me, anyway,” he smiles faintly, and you let out a watery laugh at his joke.

“If he cheated on you, then he’s a bastard, alright?” he continues. You nod silently, wiping your tears away, though your breath still comes in sharp little gasps.

“It’s alright if this is too weird, but my apartment is super close by,” he tells you after a beat. “We could go there, and I could make you some tea, maybe? That always helps my sister when she’s upset.” 

You stare at him incredulously, not believing that Aemond Targaryen, of all people, was being so nice to you. You’d expected him to laugh at your tears or, at the very least, to pack up his things and leave you there. Not this. 

“You can say no,” he blurts out, taking your silence as a denial. “I just wanted to offer–”

“No, no, I’d like that,” you manage hurriedly, snapping yourself out of your doubtful thoughts. “Tea sounds...good.”

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Aemond’s apartment is incredible. It’s so ridiculously lavish that you think perhaps you’ve finally lost it and have started hallucinating.

His building had a doorman, of all things, and the elevator played soft jazz on the way up. You shouldn’t have expected anything else from the designer-wearing prince of King’s Landing University, but you were still thoroughly baffled.

The inside of his apartment was equally posh, with polished granite countertops and solid wood furniture glowing under the warm lighting. 

Aemond toed off his shoes at the door–they were Gucci, you noticed, because of course they were–and set about putting a kettle on while you snooped around his massive bookshelf that occupied half of the wall in the living room. 

His books were what you expected: history texts, a collection of philosophy books, and oddly enough, a copy of the Communist Manifesto by Marx–but one particular section of the shelf caught your eye: it was all Jane Austen–Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Mansfield Park, Sense and Sensibility.

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

Grinning broadly for the first time in days, you seized the copy of Pride and Prejudice and padded over the kitchen.

“Big romance guy, huh?” you teased, holding the book aloft. “Who would’ve thought? Aemond Targaryen is a softie.” 

His face turns a shade of scarlet you hadn’t thought was humanly possible. “Austen has lovely prose,” he grumbles, snatching the book from your hands, “don’t make me regret inviting you over.” 

“Oh, come on!” you laugh, grabbing for the book, stumbling when he pulls it out of your reach. “I love Jane Austen; I’m just surprised you do.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re all ‘I’m Aemond Targaryen, and I wear black leather, even in the summer. Don’t look at me, or I’ll kill you’,” you lower your voice in a poor imitation of his. “I never had you pegged as a romantic.”

“I don’t sound like that,” he complains, “and I can be extremely romantic, thank you.”

“Really? You? Romantic? Since when?”

“Since always. Just because you’ve never witnessed it doesn’t mean it’s not real,” he grouses, setting the book down on the counter and turning back to the stove to pour hot water into the pair of mugs he'd set out.

“Hm, I’ll believe it when I see it,” you snicker, accepting the mug he offered you gratefully. 

“Well, now that you’re single, who knows? Maybe you will, ” he quips back, arching an eyebrow at you. It’s your turn to go red, and you internally curse him for it, forcing a derisive laugh at his words.

“Yeah. Sure.”

You’d always thought him good-looking–how could you not with his shoulder-length silver hair and broad physique? His only flaw was his eye patch, which made him more attractive and mysterious. If it weren’t for how aggravating he typically was, you’d have had a crush on him long ago. 

“Was he?” Aemond asks, regarding you curiously over the top of his cup.

“Who?”

“Your ex,” Aemond clarifies. “Was he a romantic?”

“No,” you answer truthfully. “Quite the opposite. He actually forgot my fucking birthday this year.”

“And you stayed with him?”

“Fuck you.”

“Hey, I’m just asking,” Aemond grins at your sharp reply, unphased by the look of irritation that was spreading across your face. “It doesn’t seem like there’s much to miss about him, is all.”

You sigh, setting your mug aside. “There isn’t,” you admit after a beat. “I was planning on breaking up with him after the semester ended, honestly. He just beat me to the punch.”

“Hm.”

“Have I mentioned that I hate it when you just hum like that?” you snark, “Just talk like a normal person.”

He outright laughs at you, teeth flashing in the kitchen light. “Yeah, I think you’ve mentioned,” he leans on the counter easily, “once or twice or a thousand times.”

He sips at his tea again slowly, savoring it. “Well, from what you’ve told me, he was a cunt,” he comments airly, making you huff in reluctant laughter. “It sounds like you just need something to take your mind off things. A distraction.”

“Yeah,” you scoff, “I’m sure King’s Landing Tinder has only the best to offer.”

“Hm,” Aemond emphasizes his hum, grinning at the look of annoyance that crosses your expression in response. “It doesn’t--believe me. I was suggesting something more immediate.”

You snap your gaze to him, confusion coursing through you. Surely he couldn’t be implying what you thought he was?

“What do you mean?” you manage to ask, nearly choking on your words. 

“I mean,” he says, setting his mug aside and advancing on you slowly like a predator might approach their prey, “that I think there’s more to our little academic rivalry than meets the eye.”

He’s so close to you now that you’re sure he can hear how erratic your breathing has become.

“I think that you’re attracted to me, and now that you’re single, we have a chance to do something about it.”

You’re frozen before him, your mouth hanging open in shock, and your heart thumping wildly in your chest. You want to laugh at him or to tell him that he couldn’t be more wrong, but that would be a bald-faced lie. 

His eye lights up at your silence, a grin spreading broadly across his face. “Oh, you are attracted to me,” he looks triumphant, the same way he looked when he won a debate in class or scored better than you on an assignment. 

“You’re annoying,” you say lamely,  in lieu of outright denial, stepping backward, “and I don’t like you.”

“Perhaps, but you do want me,” he extends a hand, grasping at your hip gently, holding you in place, preventing you from continuing your retreat. Your breath hitches in your chest at the contact, and you swallow harshly, unable to tear your eyes from his sharp-featured face.

“Am I wrong?” he breathes, his face only centimeters from yours, “Because if I am, I’ll walk away. But I don’t think I’m wrong.”

You blink rapidly, your lips parted in disbelief. He was right.

As your attraction to your ex waned, you’d told yourself that the excited flutter of your heart when Aemond walked into your classroom was adrenaline in anticipation of the argument that was to come.

You realized now just how wrong you’d been. 

He was so close to you that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. His hand on your side felt like it was burning a brand into your skin, marking you as his, and you found a strange delight at the thought.

You tried to tell yourself that this was a bad idea, that it was too soon after a breakup to hook up with someone, especially if that someone was Aemond. The excuses you tried to think of became weaker with each moment that passed with his gaze on you, dripping with desire.

“No,” you rasp, “No, you’re not wrong.”

“In that case,” he breathes, tugging your body in towards him, “if it’s alright with you, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you forget that guy's name."

Your eyes widen in shock at his lewd words, your lips parting slightly, a pathetic little whimper escaping you against your will. Your body floods with heat, pussy clenching, and god, you didn’t think you’d ever wanted someone so badly. 

“I don’t think you can,” you challenge, rising on tiptoe to bring your faces closer together, drinking in the sight of his dilated pupil and slightly flushed cheeks. “But if you’d like to try, be my guest.”

It’s like your words are a starting gun for him, and he drags you flush to his body without hesitation, claiming your lips in a filthy, depraved kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, and his fingers bite into your skin, but the twinge of pain only serves as encouragement. You bite at his lip, and he grunts, a hand sliding down to palm your ass roughly, his tongue invading your mouth possessively. 

You whimper at the thrill his touch sends through you, gripping his shoulders tightly, and he seizes you by your hips, lifting you onto the counter and slotting himself between your legs. You spread them willingly, letting him press himself against the apex of your thighs, and he growls like a wild animal.

He pulls back slightly, leaning just out of reach, his lusty eye raking over you, biting his lip in condescension as you try to chase after him, desperate for his kiss. “Eager, are we?” 

He looks so fucking smug that you want to slap him.

Before you get the chance to throw a scathing retort at him for his insolence, he’s on you again, fingers weaving through your hair and pulling, snickering under his breath when you moan.

His mouth is hot and wanting against yours, and you think that if he doesn’t touch you–really touch you–soon you might explode. 

You reach between you, grabbing firmly at the prominent bulge in his pants, and his lips falter against yours, unable to keep himself from reacting to your touch. It was your turn to grin in satisfaction, touching him through the fabric with long, purposeful strokes. 

“It would seem,” you smirk, delighting in the shuddering gasp he made at the contact, “that I’m not the only one who’s eager.” You punctuate your sentence with a harsh squeeze, and he curses loudly, seizing your wrist in his hand, stilling your movements. 

“You’re only just figuring that out?” he quips, though the starved look on his face makes the retort fall flat. “C’mere,” he grasps your ass, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter, grinding himself against you agonizingly slow, shutting you up with another fiery kiss. 

You’re so lost in the feeling of his lips and hands that you’re barely aware of it happening, but somehow, you end up in his bed.

Both of you are half-naked, your clothes abandoned haphazardly somewhere in the hallway, and you’re desperate as he trails blistering kisses down your chest, your stomach, and your thighs. He yanks your panties off entirely, his eye locked shamelessly at your soaked cunt. The fucker licks his lips at the sight of it, and you whine, moving to close your legs, flustered. 

“Ah ah ah,” he tuts, grabbing your knees in his large hands. “Keep them open, pretty girl. I want to see how wet I make you.”

He trails his fingers up from your knee to your dripping folds, running his middle and index finger through them, and you tremble at his touch, the muscles in your thighs tensing. He finds your clit with ease–something your ex could absolutely never do, no matter how many times you tried to show him–and you cannot control the way your hips buck up into his touch. 

You want him inside you now, but he seems to delight in torturing you, even outside of the classroom.

His touch on your bud is far too gentle to get you anywhere but just firm enough to drive you insane. Slowly–too slowly–he teases the tip of his finger at your entrance, exhaling heavily as he eases it in, watching it disappear inside you, his lip bitten between his teeth. 

He pumps his finger experimentally, eye flicking between your pussy and your face, gauging your reaction with the same calculated stare he gave you when you'd made a particularly salient point in an in-class discussion.

You want to stay quiet, to deny him the satisfaction, but then he starts to truly fuck you with his long, thick digit, and you can’t focus on anything besides how good it feels. He slips a second into your clenching heat, his expression half-feral as you keen at the intrusion.

"Fucking hell. I love the way you look when my fingers are inside you," he groans, his eye fixed on his fingers pumping steadily into you, wetting his lips appreciatively. “So fucking pretty.”

You whimper, bucking into his hand pathetically, desperately seeking more friction. He seems to know exactly where to touch you, and you’re quickly losing control of yourself, your gasps and whines increasing in volume no matter how hard you try to keep them in. 

“I can feel you clenching around me,” he murmurs, flicking his gaze up to your face. “You’re so tight; did that bastard even fuck you?” 

He doesn’t wait for you to respond. 

Instead, he leans down, pulling his fingers from you and licking a broad stripe up your cunt. He makes his annoying little hum at the taste, but it’s not so aggravating now. 

It’s fucking hot, for some reason, and you reach down, grasping at the back of his silver head, holding on to him for dear life as he devours you. 

He plays with your clit, his fingers drenched from your slick, and plunges his tongue inside of you, and you give up on even trying to stay quiet. It was no use. 

“Fu-uck,” your voice cracks into a pathetic squeak, your fingers tightening on his hair and pulling. You can feel him laughing at you, the thrum of it sending shockwaves through your body, and as much as you hate him for it, you couldn’t–wouldn’t–stop him now. It all feels so incredible that all you can manage is: “Please. More."

He fucks you with his tongue eagerly, as if nothing in the world could please him more, and you can already feel your orgasm building in your gut. To your displeasure, he removes his tongue from you, but you’re swiftly placated by him replacing it again with his fingers, swapping places with his mouth and suckling at your clit harshly. 

“Fuck, you’re sensitive,” his smug voice is muffled by your pussy, and you can only whimper in response. “Are you going to come already?” 

By way of response, you arch up off of the bed, coming apart with a cry, gripping at his hair so tightly that you think you must be hurting him, but he just sucks harder, his fingers driving into you steadily, easing you through your high, watching you in satisfaction from between your thighs. 

He draws back, grinning at you, his chin glistening with your slick.

“What was his name again?” he asks, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

You frown at him hazily, momentarily confused as to what he means.

“Your ex?” he prompts, eye glittering in self-satisfaction. “Don’t tell me you forgot already? Was I that good?”

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you realize what he meant.

“Fuck you,” you manage to gasp out, your chest still heaving. 

“Yes,” he stands, removing his underwear, the last barrier between you. His cock is hard and heavy between his legs, the tip of it flushed and glistening with pre-cum. “I intend to do just that.” He digs through his bedside table, retrieving a condom and rolling it down his length hurriedly. 

Lowering himself above you, he takes your lips in a heated kiss, palming your breast, his fingers tweaking lightly at your nipple. You can feel him smiling against your lips when you sigh in pleasure, and you curve into his touch eagerly. 

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” 

For a moment, you think he’s teasing you again, and you open your mouth to make a sharp retort. When you look into his eye, however, you see only tenderness–a gentle question as to whether or not you still want to go further. 

“Yes,” you croaked, suppressing the swell of emotion threatening to overcome you at such a small show of respect, “I do.”

He slips a hand between you, guiding his swollen tip to your entrance, pushing into you slowly and pausing to give you a moment to accommodate his size. It felt so good to be filled like this, with his weight crushing into you, his hot, thick cock twitching within your cunt. 

You nod to him, and he bends to kiss you tenderly, pulling out of you slowly and sliding back in again, keeping his pace subdued at first. 

“I thought you said you were going to fuck me,” you challenged. “As good as you feel inside me, this is not fucking.”

He lets out a pleased grunt and slams into you hard, grinning at the pleasured yelp you make at the force of it. 

The pace he sets is brutal, hips slapping against yours, your tits bouncing with every harsh thrust. He kisses down your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin, squeezing at your breasts with the hand he isn’t using to hold himself up above you. 

You moan desperately, planting your feet on the bed and bucking up to meet him, trying to get him still deeper. He gets the hint, hoisting your legs over his shoulders and using the new angle to drive down into you, leaving you at his mercy. 

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands raggedly.

“So good,” you warble, far beyond trying to hide behind a veil of indifference, “you’re so big.”

His eye lights with something dark and primal at your praise, and he lowers one of your legs, drawing the other up higher, dropping his head to take your lips into another all-consuming crush, drinking down your cries of pleasure. 

“Aemond, please,” you whimper against him, “please touch me. I’m so close.”

Somehow, he understands what you mean, plunging a hand down to where you are joined, using your wetness as a lubricant to rub your clit in quick, harsh circles, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

Your cunt clenches around his cock, your legs trembling from the effort, tears gathering at your waterline from how exquisitely painful the pleasure he’s giving you is. 

“I’m never leaving this sweet pussy–fuck,” he snarls. “So. Fucking. Good,” he punctuates each word with a rough snap of his hips. 

You come with a loud, broken cry, your body shaking beneath him, and he groans at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him as you reach your peak, his thrusts growing sloppy, slamming into you one, then two more times before he shudders, spilling into the condom with a choked moan.

After a moment, he gently releases your leg, his head hanging heavily, his pale chest heaving from the exertion, eyelashes fluttering, a lazy, satisfied smile creeping across his features. 

“Are you alright?” He breathes. “I wasn’t too rough with you?”

“Not at all,” you manage, “I’m not alright, though. I think you fucked me too well.”

He snickers breathlessly at the compliment, slowly pulling out of you, pressing his lips to yours delicately, a sharp contrast to the sex you’d just had. Your heart aches at the sweetness of the gesture, and you return the kiss, hoping that he feels the same rush of emotion that you do through it. 

He rises unsteadily, disposing of the condom quickly and pulling a pair of sweatpants over his hips. He returns your panties to you and hands you the cotton t-shirt he’d been wearing, grinning at you sheepishly.

You pull both on, uncertain as to whether he expects you to go now that you’ve fucked, but your question is answered when he lays back down beside you, tugging you firmly against his warm, bare chest. 

A loud, indignant meow sounds from the doorway, and you jump, taken off guard. You quickly find the source of the noise: A large, elderly black cat glaring into the room as if to say, ‘Hey, can you keep it down?’

Aemond chuckles, rising again from his place beside you. “I fear I forgot my manners,” he tells you, scooping that cat into his arms and carrying her back over to the bed. “I would like you to meet my lovely roommate, Vhagar.”

“Hello, Vhagar,” you coo, extending a hand for her to sniff. To your delight, she slams her head up into your palm, erupting into loud purrs. You smile, scratching the old girl behind her ears gently, and she closes her eyes, leaning into your touch. 

“Hm. Well, that’s unexpected,” Aemond muses, stroking a hand down her back affectionately. “She doesn’t like many people. You should be flattered.” He leans back into the pillows, regarding the pair of you curiously.

“I suppose this means you’ll have to come by here more often then. For her sake,” he teases, though you’re sure you hear a hint of sincerity in his voice. 

“I suppose I will,” you reply, turning to look at him. “Strictly for Vhagar.”

“Naturally,” he studies you, choosing his words carefully before he speaks again. “Would you stay here tonight, perhaps?” he asks, “for Vhagar?”

“Hm,” you mimic his characteristic teasing hum. “Just for her?”

“Not just for her,” he replies without hesitation. “I think it’s safe to say that we both are…aggravatingly fond of you.”

You lean towards him, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth and then to his lips. 

“In that case, I suppose I’ll have to,” you murmur. “But this doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying to outdo you in class.”

He chuckles under his breath, stealing another swift peck. “That would be no challenge. As much as it pains me to admit it, you’re far better than me at history,” he kisses you again.

You nuzzle into his shoulder, smiling against his skin. “Well, if we took a romance novel class together, I’m sure you’d emerge victorious,” you mumble.

He snorts, pressing a kiss to your head. 

“Oh, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Vhagar creeps up the bed, curling, and settles heavily into Aemond’s lap with an audible huff, and you snuggle deeper into his embrace. 

The three of you lay in comfortable silence, and as you begin to doze, you think to yourself that perhaps you ought to write your bastard of an ex-boyfriend a ‘thank you’ note. 

Without his indiscretions, you might not have ever felt so complete.

You really didn’t know what you’d done to deserve this.

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Finding the courage – Tom Bennett x female!reader, Part 2

Summary: You spent a sheltered childhood in Brighton. Until the time when your father died. Your mother is overwhelmed with the role of caring mother, which eventually leads you to leave home and seek happiness elsewhere. But you have not in the least anticipated what or who awaits you in your new adopted home.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: In some parts Smut as well as Violence. There will be an extra warning for the respective parts.

Author’s note: Hey you (:

This short Tom Bennett story is based on the request that was sent to me.

The story takes place before the first season of World on fire. I hope you will enjoy the story! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (: If you want to read more from me

Word count: 2.2k

Part 1

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You have slept amazingly well. When you open your eyes, the sun is shining through the window. The torn curtain only slightly blocks the sun's rays. You slowly sit up on the sofa. You don't want to waste too much time and go to your backpack. You gather your toothbrush and toothpaste and head for the stream. You don't want to know how clean the water really is near a factory.

After you have freshened up a bit, you go back to the cottage and pack up your things. With your backpack on your back and a roll in your hand, you set off for the city centre. After all, you want to find a job today. You pass the factory again, but this time there are no flyers being handed out. As you continue walking, you pass a market place. You dream a little and look at the small shops. Just as you spot the sign "Help wanted" in the window of a small clothing shop, you are jolted out of your thoughts. As you were about to enter the shop, you are handed a leaflet.

You look up a little startled and see the older man from yesterday.

He smiles warmly at you, but still he looks a little uncertain. The smile does not reach his eyes and his deep wrinkles reveal that he must have already experienced a lot of suffering.

"Here, young lady... An alternative to war"

"Oh?" escapes you as you take the flyer.

"Is there a war coming?"

The man is not used to anyone even accepting his leaflet, let alone starting a conversation. It seems as if he has to think about his next words.

"Well... it seems so. Germany keeps arming and as soon as Germany decides to arm... Well, nothing good has ever come out of it. The last time they rearmed, it plunged the whole of Europe into a terrible war..."

You nod in agreement, "So you're a pacifist?"

"Yea... There are plenty of other ways than fighting wars! No innocent people have to die... No country must let its people die in and through war... No mothers would have to say goodbye to their sons forever... I witnessed the last great war, it's not worth it," he almost whispers the last part of the sentence.

You smile at him, "That's probably true... but I have the feeling that when it comes to negotiations, be it about whether or why wars should be waged, it is predominantly men who are involved in these talks. It seems there is no other way than to indulge in pure testosterone intoxication and let it degenerate into pure violence."

His eyes almost sparkle at your statement, "So you think there might be less conflict if women were involved in such negotiations?"

You shrug your shoulders slightly, "Well, it's at least a possibility. Women are not out to prove their strength through murder and manslaughter. We like to use words. Because sometimes it shows a lot more strength to talk, maybe admit mistakes and maybe even take a step back."

He nods at you animatedly, "Those are really interesting lines of thought ,...?"

You smile, "Y/n Parrington."

He smiles too, "I am very pleased to meet you, Miss Parrington. My name is Douglas Bennett." He holds out his large hand to you and you shake it. His hand is quite rough, unlike your soft hands.

Your conversation is getting out of hand. Mr Bennett has stopped handing out his leaflets and you are now sitting on a bench talking animatedly. He is pleasant to talk to, even if he sometimes contradicts you. But he never loses his politeness and tries to develop your thoughts.

When suddenly you notice that the sun is setting.

"Oh shit!" you say and Mr. Bennett looks at you a little startled.

"I completely forgot about the time! I was going to look for a job today. Well, that's not going to happen today."

You stand up and turn to Mr. Bennett, "It's been a pleasure Mr Bennett," but as you hold out your hand to him he makes no move to accept this farewell. He only now notices that you have a fully packed backpack with you.

"Don't you have a job here?"

You shake your head slightly.

"Do you have anywhere to eat?"

"Well... I would buy a little something to eat..."

He shakes his head, "No way! Come to my house. There you can eat something"

Now you look at him a little startled. Suddenly you remember how he left with the young lady yesterday. Is he now trying the same trick on you?

He laughs as he notices your worried look, "Sorry! Don't worry, my daughter and son will be there too. But I would be happy if you would eat with us today."

You are reassured that it is probably not a trick on his part, but you still hesitate. On the other hand, it would be a warm house and a warm meal, so you agree.

You continue your conversation on the way. When you enter the house, you are alone.

Mr. Bennett leads you through the small hallway into the kitchen. You wonder a little whether it was right to go with him as the front door opens, "Hey Dad! It's me! Sorry I'm late!"

The pretty lady from yesterday enters the hallway and comes into the kitchen.

"Oh hello?", now she stands in front of you smiling.

"Hey, I'm y/n Parrington," you extend your hand to her.

"Hey, I'm Lois Bennett," and she gently shakes your hand.

Mr. Bennett sits down at the kitchen table and starts reading a newspaper

"And Tom brought you...?", she looks around briefly, as if looking for someone.

You look at her in irritation.

"No. Don't be silly. We chatted a bit in the marketplace today and lost track of time. And then I offered her to have dinner with us", you hear Mr. Bennett suddenly say.

Lois nods, "So you're a pacifist and not another conquest of my brother," she winks at you.

You blush slightly, "Yeah something like that I am."

As Mr. Bennett interjects, "Lois, please behave… Do you actually know where Tom is?"

She shrugs, "Well, he'll probably be at his favourite pub."

Douglas looks back down at his newspaper and shakes his head slightly.

"Will you help me cook?" Lois asks you with a smile.

You nod happily at her, "I'd love to"

When you start peeling the potatoes, you get curious, "So Tom is your brother?"

She smiles, " Yea... He can be a bit... Difficult? But he is actually a kind-hearted person."

You smile at her.

You talk animatedly while you prepare the food, and that is something you have rarely experienced before. You meet two people in one day who are so nice and helpful and with whom you have a lot of animated conversation. You eat together and the conversations and laughter never let up. You simply feel good. For the first time in a long time, you just feel good.

After dinner, Mr. Bennett wants to show Lois something on the first floor.

Meanwhile, you make yourself useful and start doing the dishes. When the two come back downstairs, Lois sees that most of the washing up has already been done.

"Oooh y/n! You're a darling! You didn't have to do that!"

But you nod, "Yes I do! You're so nice to me and invited me to dinner... the least I can do is wash up."

Lois smiles at you, "Actually, that's not a bad idea..."

You look at her questioningly.

"Dad told me that you're going to get a job today... maybe you could help me around the house instead?"

Mr. Bennett nods slightly, "Actually, it's not such a bad idea. Then you would have less stress with the household."

You look at them both, "I don't even know what to say to that..."

"How about a yes?", Lois smiles at you.

As Mr. Bennett speaks up again, "But I won't be able to pay you much... But you can always eat with us!"

"No way! You don't have to pay me anything! That I can be here and eat with you, that's quite enough," you almost laugh with joy.

In the evening you are on your way back to the industrial area when you pass a pub.

Loud music and laughter permeate the street and you immediately feel reminded of your old job. You smile slightly and suddenly feel like having a beer.

You slowly enter the pub. You make your way through the dancing people and are walking towards the bar when you spot it. You order a beer, sit down on a bar stool and watch the hustle and bustle of the pub. There is good music playing and the more beer you drink, the more your leg bobs to the rhythm of the music.

Some people dance to the music, and that just fits in with the exuberant mood in the pub. Suddenly you notice a man next to you staring at you. He has medium-length brown hair that could do with a wash. He is not bad looking, but something about him gives you an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"Hey, pretty mouse! How about... you and me? Do you want to dance?" he almost shouts to drown out the music.

"Mmhm, no… but thanks for the tempting offer anyway"

He smiles at you, "Oh come on... There's no harm in rubbing our hips together a bit."

"I think I'll pass."

"Then not," he grunts and continues walking.

You look after him and shake your head.

As you finish your beer, you want to go to the toilet before you leave.

After you have been to the toilet, you look in the mirror again and smile. Today was simply a beautiful day. You run your fingers through your hair again and leave the toilet.

But when you come out, the man is suddenly standing in front of you.

"Hey, beautiful... Is it a coincidence that we meet again?", a cloud of beer is breathed towards you.

"Well, if you were just going to the toilet, I don't think so. Excuse me please"

You want to push past him, but he leans his arm against the wall and blocks your way.

"Oh, sweetheart... Why are you like this? We could have some fun..."

"I don't want to have fun with you. "

He tries to brush the strand of hair from your face, but you turn your head away.

"Hey! Peter! I don't think the girl wants to feel your little worm today!"

Your gaze falls on the man who is suddenly standing behind the disgusting guy. Steel-blue eyes stare back at you and his blond hair looks seductively soft. Almost relaxed, he takes a drag from his cigarette.

"Yo Bennett... what do you want?", the guy doesn't even turn his head towards your saviour.

"That you leave the girl alone", provocatively, he blows his cigarette smoke at Peter as he turns his head in his direction.

You don't catch much of the conversation as you have to concentrate hard on breathing normally. The blue eyes have somehow captivated you.

Peter sighs, "Well, nothing seems to be going on with her anyway. You can try your luck."

You look after him, startled, as he finally walks away.

The two guys look into each other's eyes for a moment, but the unpleasant guy just keeps walking.

And then the blue eyes fall on you again. You were not aware that you were holding your breath, so you exhale deeply. You clear your throat and you adjust your dress and walk towards your saviour, "Mhmm, I guess I should thank you."

He smiles at you and you feel yourself suddenly getting warm. The warmth spreads pleasantly through your body and reaches its peak on your cheeks. It's either you or the beer you drank that he has such an effect on you.

"No problem, love," he replies, still smiling.

You can't help but return the smile. You nod at him and want to walk past him.

"Ey... Do you want me to take you home?"

But you shake your head, "No, that's alright, I don't live far from here".

You smile at him again and he just nods. He looks after you as you leave the pub.

Tom stands there for a while. He doesn't know what the feeling is inside him, but when you entered the pub, all he saw was you. Everything else was no longer visible to him. The way you cautiously entered the pub, looking around almost shyly, taking it all in with your big eyes. Your long hair braided into a pigtail that fell over your shoulders and your light dress that clung perfectly to your body. He could not take his eyes off you. But at the same time, he didn't dare talk to you. Usually he is never shy when it comes to talk to a woman, but somehow he was afraid that he might embarrass himself. For whatever reason...

Even though he has not yet exchanged a real sentence with you and does not know your name, he knows that he has to see you again.

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As You Wish - Aemond Targaryen x Reader Princess Bride!AU

Part 1: A Book?

Summary: Y/N was shocked to first realize that she loved Aemond, the poor farmhand that worked on her family's land. And she was devastated when he left to search for a fortune across the seas. She waited months then years, but he never returned to her. So, when Prince Aegon - future King of King's Landing - proposed marriage, she had no choice but to say yes, even with the misery it wrought.

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Note: So first of all I had to stop reading after a while so I am SURE it isn't perfect. It's finally here besties, it's finally happening. Let's hope that Tumblr works more with me this time lmao. Later parts are definitely going to be longer, and I got everything separated out how I want it so this part is shorter. Gonna be a fun time! But between this, the Haunting of Hill House AU I'm working on, I Know Places and some one-shots, I got a fun line up going! :) I'm gonna cross-post on my AO3 when all parts are done.

For the past four days, Jaehaerys and Maelor had been complaining of fevers, upset stomachs, and moping around the house - when they bothered to leave their beds. Jaehaera was, of course, worried about her brothers. She loved them both endlessly. But, she had bigger, grander things on her mind than the illness they both had. It was her best friend’s birthday at the end of the week, and she had every intention to be at school come Friday to celebrate with her.

While a noble effort, despite her best efforts to avoid her sick brothers, Jaehaera woke up miserably with her nose stuffed, a fever, and her head and stomach both hurting. Naturally, her mom bundled her into the living room with her brothers. Maelor was groaning about wanting a ginger ale and Jaehaerys was dramatically wheezing as if it were his last breath. Personally, Jaehaera was just fine with the juice and crackers her mom gave her even if she couldn’t quite taste it right. Sure, being sick was awful and she was missing her best friend’s birthday party at school, but at least her mom was able to stay and take care of them, plus, they were watching cartoons. 

But, when sick and young like her, rest was a necessity - an inevitable necessity, even if you vehemently believed that you had to watch the rest of the episode of Scooby Doo. Jaehaera was just a girl - wasn’t anything special, so she caved to slumber just before the bad guy was unmasked. The young girl jolted from the slumber she hadn’t meant to when she felt a hand touching her warm forehead. She whined as she moved away from it, blinking against the sleep weighing down her eyes. “Mama?” she asked.

“I’m here, my love,” her mom cooed. “And look, sweetheart, you and your brothers have a visitor.”

“Helaena you don’t have to wake them,” a voice quietly whispered from the other side of the room.

At the sound of the voice, her eyes flew open and a smile lit up her face. “Uncle Daeron!” she cheered as loud as she could with her stuffy nose and sore throat.

“Hello, Jaehaera,” her uncle greeted, coming to crouch in front of her. He gave her a soft smile, brushing her platinum hair from her face. “How are you feeling, peanut?”

“Terrible,” she groused. She glared over at her brothers, still asleep. “They got me sick and it’s my best friend’s birthday! We’re supposed to have cupcakes at school!”

Her Uncle Daeron sighed. “I know, your mom called me and told me. I came to try and make you feel a little better,” he said.

Again, her eyes lit up. “You’re going to tell a story?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Daeron agreed, laughing, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “And your mom’s going to make you some hot chocolate too - your brothers too if they ever wake up.”

“Psh,” she scoffed, “leave them! Storytime, Uncle Daeron, start!”

He snorted and rose to his feet, settling into the chair across from him. “Alright, alright, patience there, peanut,” he snickered. He pulled a book from his pocket. She looked at it quizzically. “This is a very special book, Jaehaera. It was the book my mother used to read to my brother when I was sick, and my brother read it to me. And now I’m going to read it to you.”

“What’s it about?” she asked curiously. “Am I going to like it?”

Her Uncle Daeron laughed fondly and nodded. “Are you kidding me, peanut? It has fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, miracles,” he said. He saw that she wasn’t convinced and gave her a smile. “And at its heart? It’s a story of true love.”

She looked at him, squinting in disbelief. “Doesn’t sound too bad. I’ll try and stay awake,” she said. She settled back into the couch looking at her uncle expectantly.

“Oh, you’re too kind,” he teased. He opened the book and prepared to read.

“Uncle Daeron?” came the sleepy voice of her twin next to her.

“Hey, buddy,” he greeted, closing the book and moving over to hug the young boy.

“Uncle Daeron?” came the echo of Maelor then.

“Hey, pal,” he said, hugging their younger brother then.

“Quiet,” Jaehaera whined, leaning into Jaehaerys’s side. “He’s going to read a story!”

Their mother then came into the room with mugs of hot chocolate for them and their uncle took the chance to sit back down. The boys immediately sat up for the drinks, silenced themselves, and looked eagerly at their uncle, fighting off their sleepiness. Maelor leaned into his sister’s side as they started to drink their hot chocolate. They waited on bated breath for their uncle to begin reading to them. Dramatically, their Uncle Daeron opened the book again, prepared to read. He looked at them, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“The Princess Bride, chapter one,” he said. “Y/N was raised on a small farm in the country of King’s Landing.” Already, the kids were enthralled, as if they could see the very words that their uncle was reading from the page. “Her favorite pastimes were riding her horse and tormenting the farm boy who worked there. His name was Aemond, but she never called him that.” He looked up at his niece and nephews. “Isn’t that a wonderful beginning?”

“Yeah, great,” Maelor said weakly while his siblings sipped their hot chocolate.

Their Uncle Daeron looked down to the book in his hands. “Nothing gave Y/N as much pleasure as ordering Aemond around. ‘Farm Boy, polish my horse’s saddle,’” he said, voice high and mimicking as he read the order.

“I want to see my face shining in it by morning,” Y/N said, a grin on her face as she handed the saddle over to the farm boy.

Aemond nodded and took the saddle. “As you wish,” he said quietly.

“As you wish was all he ever said to her,” their Uncle Daeron stated.

Y/N walked into her horse’s stall and pet the creature’s neck. “Farm Boy, I want you to varnish my horse’s hooves,” she ordered, voice softer than it had been before. Aemond looked at her from a stall over, lips in a line. “Please.”

“As you wish,” Aemond agreed, lip quirking up into a partial smile.

Y/N left the stable after getting his agreement, but stopped and turned. His eyes were still on her. She offered him a fleeting half-smile that morphed into a frown as he turned away, going back to his work. Y/N took a shaky sigh and walked off, forcing her focus elsewhere on her own duties for the day.

Even so, before evening fully set in, Y/N found herself in the kitchen of her home with Aemond. Her hands moved listlessly around when he entered, her brain struggling to catch up. And as she turned to him, she took a sharp breath. Aemond looked at her, curious, but silent as always.

“Farm Boy, fetch me that bowl,” Y/N said, pointing to a bowl that she could easily reach herself. For a moment, he didn’t move. “The…the heavy one, up high.”

Aemond approached her, a few mere steps between them. He reached up to grab the bowl. It was neither heavy nor high up. Still, he took a step closer to hand it to Y/N, their hands brushing as she took it from his hands. The pair stayed close for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“As you wish,” Aemond said. 

His voice, it seemed, broke him out of his reverie. He turned away from her and then walked back outside, leaving Y/N alone inside. She sucked in a deep breath as the man disappeared from right before her. She watched as he walked away from the farmhouse, following his movements with her eyes until she could no longer see him.

“That day,” their Uncle Daeron said, fond smile in his voice, “Y/N was amazed to discover that when Aemond was saying ‘as you wish,’ what he meant was this: ‘I love you.’ And even more amazing? That night she realized that she truly loved him back.”

Outside of Aemond’s small home on the family’s property, Y/N and Aemond stood chest to chest. They gazed at each other. She blinked at the man before her, taking in a quiet breath as he took her hand, holding it gently in his own. As if she were some sort of prize to cherish. She glanced down at his lips, giving him silent permission, practically begging him to kiss her. Aemond acquiesced to Y/N’s desire and leaned down, pressing their lips together in a kiss that quickly became passionate.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jaehaerys complained. “Is this a kissing book?”

“When does it get good?” Maelor whined.

“Keep your shirt on, let me read,” Uncle Daeron said with a chuckle. He looked back to his book. “Aemond had no money for marriage, so he packed up the few belongings he had and left the farm. He did so to seek his fortune across the seas, longing to come back for his bride as soon as he was able. It was a very emotional time for Y/N.”

“I don’t believe it,” Jaehaera exclaimed, sad.

“I fear that I’ll never see you again,” Y/N said, sounding as though she loathed to admit it. She was standing a few steps away from him. They stood at the gate of the farm, Aemond ready to leave.

“Of course you will,” Aemond said firmly.

“But what if something happens to you?” Y/N asked.

Aemond took a step forward and held Y/N’s face in both of his hands. He ran a hand soothingly up and down her cheek. “Hear this now: I will always come for you,” he said. A vow.

“How can you be sure?” Y/N asked, disbelieving.

Aemond pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He looked at her with nothing but fondness in his eyes. He stroked his thumb across her cheek. “This is true love, Y/N. You think that this happens every day?” he asked, teasing.

He smiled down at her, and she couldn’t help but smile back, even brighter - he always made her brighter. She threw her arms around him and he held her tightly to his chest in a hug. Y/N loathed to let him go. Still, she knew that she must. So after she finally released him and pressed a final kiss to his lips, Aemond stepped away from her. As he walked away, she watched him go, and wiped the single tear that dripped down from her eyes.

“Aemond didn’t reach his destination,” their Uncle Daeron said, grimly.

“What?” Jaehaera demanded.

Their uncle nodded. “His ship was attacked by the Dread Pirate Martell, who never left captives alive. And when Y/N got the news that Aemond was murdered-” 

“Murdered by pirates is good,” Jaehaerys muttered. Jaehaera swatted at her brother’s arm to silence him, her eyes locked on her uncle still.

“She went into her room and shut the door. For days, she neither slept nor ate,” Uncle Daeron said, ignoring his nephew’s interruption.

Y/N stood before the window in her kitchen, a grim look on her face. “I will never love again,” she stated with no emotions in her voice at all. 

“Five years later, the main square of King’s Landing was filled as it had never been before,” their Uncle Daeron said, jumping ahead in the story. “They were there to hear the announcement of the great Prince Aegon’s bride-to-be.”

Prince Aegon emerged onto a castle balcony. He was dressed in resplendent black royal robes, with a three-headed dragon embroidered onto them in gold, with a regal green and black cape draped over his shoulders. His platinum hair shone in the sunlight, and he wore a black prince’s crown atop his head. The prince did not emerge onto the balcony alone. To his left side stood King Viserys and Queen Alicent in regal clothing of their own. To his right then stood, the King’s advisor Otto, the Prince’s sworn sword Ser Criston Cole, and the Prince’s advisor Lord Larys Strong. And as they emerged, it was to the applause of their citizens below

“My people,” Prince Aegon said, voice cutting through the cheers that quieted as he raised a hand. “A few months from now, our country will have its 500th anniversary. On that sundown, I shall marry a lady.” He smiled. “A lady who was once a commoner like yourselves.” He paused, clearly for dramatic effect. “But perhaps you will not find her so common now. Would you like to meet her?”

The crowd answered their affirmation with cheers that reverberated through the very stone of the castle. The sea of people before them was adamant in their love and appreciation for the ruling family and for whomever this woman would be. They watched as the Prince gestured to a door on a balcony opposite them. The crowd, it seemed, was holding its breath as a collective. They waited eagerly to see her fully - to know who she was.

“My people,” Prince Aegon declared, “meet your Princess, your future Queen…the Princess Y/N.”

And then, Y/N emerged onto the balcony from the door. She was an image of beauty, reflected perfectly upon the people. The only thing betraying her discontent was the lack of a smile on her face. Even so, Y/N remained the most beautiful person around. She descended the staircase attached to the balcony slowly, as if every step pained her heart. And once she reached the ground, she began to walk amongst the people.

Upon the balcony, King Viserys began mumbling. Try as he might, Prince Aegon did not understand a word he was saying. He leaned over to Ser Criston. “Did you understand a word of that, Ser Criston?” he asked.

“Not a syllable,” the sworn sword admitted.

“It doesn’t seem possible, but my father’s mumblings seem to be getting worse every day,” the Prince stated.

“Your father said, Aegon, that it isn’t safe for Y/N to move amongst the people,” Queen Alicent said, glaring slightly at her son. She gently patted her husband’s arm, soothing. “It’s alright, Viserys. She’s so gentle. Who would want to harm Y/N? Who would even dream of it.”

There was an adoring smile on the Prince’s face. One that was sweet, genuine, loving, even. “I tell you this, mother, father…my dear councilmen: no man had better try,” Prince Aegon said firmly. Otto, Larys, and Criston all exchanged a fleeting glance. Looking back to the crowd, Aegon drew in a surprised breath. “By the seven…they love her.”

Looking back down to the crowd, they watched as they all began kneeling. They knelt down before Y/N without any instruction. Waves of people fell to a knee and bowed their heads to their new Princess. And Y/N was terribly moved by this. She stood still then, frozen in her spot, unable to move, unable to blink even, amongst the crowds of people. They were radiating love toward her - an adoration that felt entirely undeserved. She forced herself to take a breath, to blink, and it was a blessing she did. For as she blinked, the tears threatening to overcome her faded away. She looked up to the balcony and saw her future husband standing, smiling down at her, fond and kind. And she felt absolutely nothing.

Later that same day, Prince Aegon accompanied Y/N - Princess Y/N now - to the stables on the castle grounds. He was still dressed the same as he was at the royal announcement. But Y/N had changed into riding clothes. Y/N allowed the accompaniment only because she felt she had to. She supposed she should be grateful for the company, but couldn’t muster the feeling in herself. As she saddled her horse and prepared to mount, the Prince finally spoke.

“Must you ride?” he asked quietly. “You seem quite upset today.”

Y/N let out a quiet sigh. “The King looked terribly old today - exhausted to the bone. I suppose that frightened me. Upset me,” she said shortly. Prince Aegon smiled, reached out to grab her hand, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. She tried to smile but couldn’t bring it to last for more than a second.

“He has a right to look old, my darling,” he said, chuckling. “He has aged beyond what most dream of reaching, and every organ in his body has begun to slowly betray him. I know my father’s health is not what is upsetting you.” He paused, watching as she looked away from him. “Have I not been attentive enough, my darling? Is that it? Or have I been overbearing to you? I…I know that you don’t love me, Y/N. But, I promise that in time you’ll grow to love me.”

She shook her head. She mounted the horse expertly and then looked to the Prince again. “It’s not you,” she denied. “It was the crowd. I…they should not bow to me as they did. When you proposed to me, my Prince, I was just like them. Ordinary.” She looked away, towards the horizon, and then back to the Prince. “And even with all of the finishing lessons and time spent to educate me…in my heart I still am ordinary, Aegon. I…I felt a fraud today.” She shook her head. “They should not have bowed to me.”

The Prince took her hand and pressed another sweet kiss to her knuckles. “Oh, my beloved,” he said with a sigh. He offered a beautiful smile to her. “You are the most beautiful woman in this world. And when we marry? Y/N, you’ll be the richest and most powerful woman as well.” Braver, he reached up and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Don’t expect too much from life. That is how you may find yourself disappointed, even when you have anything…everything that you could possibly want at hand.”

Y/N considered him, then his words. “You’re very wise,” she said, nodding. “I must…I must learn to be satisfied with what I have. Thank you, my Prince.” The Prince took a step away from her horse and she immediately rode off. 

Free from the castle and her duties now, Y/N barreled through the woodlands surrounding King’s Landing. Atop her horse, Y/N could almost feel like she was free again. She pushed her horse to take her farther, to run faster. With the wind whipping her face, through her hair, Y/N could almost pretend she was alive again. She could almost feel life the way that it was with Aemond there. Joy was so close to her, but still so far.

Going through the woods coming close to the waters of the King’s Landing sea, Y/N was forced to bring her horse to a sudden stop seeing three men standing in the midst of her path. She looked at them suspiciously. Standing in front of the group of three was a Black man with platinum dreadlocks. To the left was an older, tall Black man also with white dreadlocks, but a less severe look on his face. To his right was a tall, broad man with curly dark hair and an easy smile on his face.

“A word if you will, my Lady?” the older man asked. They moved towards her. “My name is Vaemond, this is my nephew Laenor and our associate Harwin. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby you could direct us to?”

Y/N shook her head, frown on her face. She almost felt bad for them. For the trek that they’d have to make back to the city.  “There is nothing nearby,” she denied. “Not for miles.”

Vaemond’s face curled into a dark smile. “Then there shall be no one around to hear you scream,” he declared. 

Before Y/N could react to the words, the man nodded to Harwin. As a scream started to come out of her mouth, he knocked her unconscious by pinching a nerve in her neck. And then, she unceremoniously fell from the horse into the strong man’s arms, lost to the world.

Love this!! Can’t wait for part two

My first choice (part 1/2)

summary: Aemond thinks you are way too good to be Aegon’s best friend. But you are enough for the one-eye prince to fall in love with.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen and F!Reader words: ~ 5500

warnings: friends to lovers, slow burn (with very obvious mutual pining), angst, Aegon is a sad boy (but ends up being a pretty good wingman!)

author's note: this is inspired by “Little women” and Amy March in particular. I took the liberty to rewrite some plot lines because to me Aemond is nothing like Laurie (Aegon is ;) and I hate love triangles so we are not having any of that sorry. it's a bit of a roller coaster so I divided it into 2 parts in hopes that it will be easier to read: the first part explains Aemond's feelings, the second one will be about hers.

part 1. How could you be so blind

Aegon knows he's supposed to be relieved — he never wanted the crown and now that Rhaenyra is the Queen and a feast is arranged in her honor, he should be celebrating. And he may have been hitting the wine way too hard for the past couple of hours, but he can’t pretend to be happy, and he gave up trying to force a smile. It’s ridiculous that he is upset over this, and yet he can’t help but feel horribly useless. The prince drinks one cup after another until the room starts spinning and he can’t even sit straight — and then he suddenly finds himself propped against the wall, sliding under the table instead of sitting at it. Aegon catches a few judgemental glances but at this point, he couldn’t care less. There is only one person whose judgment he is afraid of — and it’s not long before he’s greeted with a displeased remark:

“When I asked you not to swoop too low, I couldn’t imagine you would literally lay on the floor.”

He looks up — and here you are, staring down at him, not even trying to cover up your disappointment. At any other time, Aegon would’ve at least tried to sober up, but today he’s disappointed in himself, too, so he doesn’t make an effort. Instead, he reaches out an arm to you with a lax smile:

“Would you like to join me?”

“I didn’t get the invitation to this pity party so I will pass,” your tone suggests you are not in the mood for jesting. “Now that you’ve succeeded in making a fool out of yourself, would you mind getting upright?”

“I think I like it here,” he retorts, shamelessly staring at the legs of the maids passing by. 

“You like wallowing in misery for all to see?” you huff. “Aegon, get up.”

He fakes a whine:

“My legs gave out, I’m afraid!” 

“You would need to drink all the wine in the castle for that to happen, and I doubt you managed to do that,” you roll your eyes, taking a step toward him — but pause upon hearing a voice behind your back:

“You underestimate my brother.”

Aemond has a habit of sneaking up on people which often startles you yet right now you are too angry at Aegon to be bothered. You throw Aemond a glare over your shoulder but your eyes soften when you see the apologetic look on his face. It’s not the first time that the two of you find yourself in this situation — throughout the years you learned to work as a team: you bring Aegon back to his senses while Aemond helps to physically bring him to the nearest flat surface. You have never asked him for help — and yet he’s always there.

Aemond is about to lean down to help his brother up — you stop the one-eye prince with your hand, your palm inches away from his chest. Anyone else would’ve thought twice before standing in his way but you don’t hesitate.

“He is perfectly capable to get up on his own,” you reject Aemond’s attempt, your eyes fixed on Aegon. “He can hold onto the wall shall he feel unable to stay on his two feet.”

There is something in your gaze that makes Aegon uncomfortable, piercing him to the bone. You are never downright mean or rude but with just a few words you can easily unmask his feigned recklessness. The prince stands up, tottering and feeling a little light-headed.

“Are you happy, now when I'm in the standing position?”

“If you cared about anyone else's feelings but your own, you wouldn't be in this position,” you scold him while Aemond takes his brother under the arm to guide him out. Aegon tries to grab another cup of wine but you slap his hand.

“Do you ever get ashamed of yourself?” you hiss at him.

“Let me think... No, why would I?” he sounds sarcastic.

“You should be,” you whisper scream at him. “You can find nothing to do but dawdle and make a mockery of yourself!”

Aemond feels his brother shuddering at your words, and he tightens his hold on Aegon.

“Well, what else am I to do,” his voice is bitter. “Since I am not an heir and serve no purpose to the realm nor do I have any taste for duty.”

You slow your pace, and a sigh leaves your mouth.

“I feel sorry for you, Aegon, I do. I only wish you'd bear it better,” you reach out to stroke his arm but the prince bristles.

“You don't have to feel sorry for me. Your duty is to marry, and we will see how that goes,” he mutters before he can stop himself — and regrets it the very next second when you swiftly turn to him.

“At least I would be respected if I couldn't be loved,” your tone hushed but sharp.

Aegon stops dead in his tracks, his wide eyes meeting yours. You moved away from the crowd into the hall, and it becomes silent. And then his lower lip quivers.

“But I thought that you loved me,” Aegon whimpers, his assumed nonchalance instantly gone.

“Oh, Aegon, how much did you have to drink?” you come to his side, lending him a shoulder to cry on. While he’s aggressively sniffling, you look at Aemond and quietly mouth “How many cups?”

“Way more than usual,” he gives you a wan smile, and you groan at his answer, taking Aegon by the arm.

“Alright, you can lean on me. But don’t get handsy or I will push you down the stairs,” your remark earns a weak laugh from the older prince, and the three of you head toward his chambers.

Aegon doesn’t talk much but his mood softens and you exchange a few jokes before finally reaching his room.

“I can take it from here,” Aemond suggests but his brother eagerly protests.

“No, I want to be tucked into bed! And definitely not by you,” he sticks out his tongue, and you chuckle at his whim.

“Aemond, I can handle him.” 

The one-eyed prince shoots you a knowing glance and holds the door open for you and Aegon to walk in. You slowly move to his bed, making sure he doesn’t stumble on his way — and then, with a sudden boost of energy, the prince flops down on the fluffy blankets, letting out a satisfied moan. You hold back a giggle and wait for him to crawl under the covers.

“Should I call for the maid to help you undress?”

“No, I am way too comfortable like this,” he pulls the blanket up to his chin, and you sit on the edge of the bed.

“I am sorry for the way I behaved,” he reveals, frowning. “I did not mean to, truly.”

“Aegon, you know I’m not the one you should apologize to,” you take his hand in yours, and he squeezes it with childish eagerness. “You left Helaena all alone. And you promised me you would make an effort.”

“I know, I know,” he yawns. “I was doing better until today, I swear, you should ask her,” his speech becomes incoherent as he is already too drowsy to talk, his cheeks flushed from the wine and the heat of the blankets. As you stand up to leave, Aegon mumbles:

“I fetched you a book... the one you were looking for,” he sloppily points to his table by the window before dozing off.

There is only one book so it’s easy to find — and when you do, you can barely contain a sound of surprise: it's the complete history of Westeros, heavy and hardcover, decorated with gilding. You glance at Aegon but he looks fast asleep so you cautiously get out of his chambers.

If you were to turn around, you would’ve noticed that he kept an eye on you with a grin on his face.

When you walk out, you see Aemond still standing there, his gaze landing on the book and then immediately on you. It takes you a minute to figure it out and then you smile at him:

“Even though I appreciate the gesture, it is hard to imagine Aegon in the library.”

“He asked me to help him find the book you wanted. I did,” the prince explains as if it isn’t that big of a deal. But to you, it is — although you think he only did it out of politeness.

“Thank you, Aemond,” you enthusiastically turn your attention to the book, flipping through the pages in awe. He watches you, feeling the warmth in his chest at the sight of your joy.

“You know that you bring out the best in him?” Aemond says in a low voice, and your heart skips a beat at his comment. You are thankful for the dim lighting that makes your heated cheeks less obvious.

“You overestimate my influence,” you say, then dither before admitting, “I’m afraid I was too hard on him today.”

“Someone has to do it,” Aemond objects, and there’s something in his tone — sincere and soft, that makes you look at him again. At this moment, away from the prying eyes and the pressure of everyone’s expectations, you can see the side of him that people rarely get acquainted with.

“I think you are doing a pretty good job, too,” you tell the prince, finding his presence ever so calming. You could never understand why would anyone call Aemond intimidating when he’s been nothing but kind to you ever since you two met. Whenever you have a chance to be alone with him, his company always brings you comfort, and that feeling is so rare, you want to chase it.

But then you remind yourself of the harsh reality, and your smile falters.

“I’m sorry you had to get involved,” you look down at the book. “I wouldn’t want to distract you.” 

“You need to elaborate on that,” Aemond says uncomprehendingly.

“I’ve heard that you were courting lady Baratheon,” you explain casually, avoiding his gaze.

He hesitates before answering.

“Well, I only plan to,” the prince clarifies. “If she accepts my advances.”

“It would be silly of her not to,” you blurt out and, while you can’t see it, Aemond gives you a quizzical look.

“She may have her reasons —” 

“I can’t come up with a single one,” you tell him with so much confidence, Aemond’s heart flutters at your words but you continue without a second thought. “You are intelligent, good-hearted, handsome — and a really skilled swordsman. Not to mention you have the biggest dragon in the realm, which does sound like a reasonable perk.”

The prince is glad that you’re too preoccupied with the book to see his stunned expression. It’s not just the fact that you compliment him so easily — but also the way you do it. When other people try to, they usually start with Vhagar as if the old grumpy creature is the main good thing about Aemond. But you only bring up the dragon at the very end and in passing, instead keeping the focus on the prince. He is silent for a moment, letting your words sink into his memory.

And then Aemond persuades himself that you only said it out of politeness.

You notice his lack of response — and you are about to question it when a maid comes to you in haste:

“Lady Y/N, your presence is needed. Your father is looking for you.”

“Better not keep him waiting,” the prince encourages you with a grin. “If he finds Aegon, he might hug him to death.”

You playfully elbow him and turn to follow the maid but then stop to say:

“Please make sure your brother stays in bed.”

“Will do,” Aemond looks at you walking away, clutching the book to your chest as if it's the most precious thing in the world.

To this day, it is truly a mystery to him how Aegon managed to befriend someone like you. You met the Targaryen brothers when your family was invited to one of the royal feasts. You were ten and three, the middle one of three sisters. Your oldest — Elaesa — has been the center of attention, beautiful and graceful, but while everyone’s eyes were on her, you looked a little bit disoriented. It was the first feast that you’ve attended, and maybe you got too agitated or overwhelmed — or both — but soon you ended up lost in the castle, and somehow ripped the hem of your dress in the process.

Aemond was the one to find you. The prince has never been keen on taking part in celebrations, often sneaking away from all the noise. That’s when he saw you — fussing with the dress, your sobs echoing through the hall.

“Are you hurt?” he rushed to your side, and you looked up at him with blubbered eyes.

“Why do you have so many halls? You should hand out maps so people can find their way back,” despite being clearly upset, you sounded unusually serious, and Aemond fought back a smile.

“I can help you find your parents without a map,” he suggested, and for a second it seemed to lighten your mood but then your pout worsened.

“I cannot go back,” you gestured at the dress. “I am in such trouble!” you whined, the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. 

Truth be told, Aemond didn’t have much experience with ladies back then nor did he know a thing about dresses but your distress seemed so genuine he couldn’t leave you be.

“It is not that bad,” he pointed at the ripped material. “I can ask our seamstress to take a look.”

You studied his face for a second, then glanced back at the dress — surprisingly, that was all it took for you to stop crying, and no other coaxing was needed. You wiped your nose and fixed your hairdo, smoothing the damaged hem the best you could.

“I'd appreciate it if you help me find my way back,” you said, your face seemingly more relaxed.

Getting you to talk was pretty easy, and Aemond shortly discovered how open-minded and outspoken you were, using your quick thinking to compensate for your timid personality. When you returned to the hall of the Iron Throne, he was reluctant to let you go but promised to come back with the seamstress. The task only took him about ten minutes, but when he did reappear, you were not alone — Aegon was standing next to you, making you laugh so hard, it looked like you forgot about the dress already. Aemond didn’t mean to interrupt as he suddenly felt very out of place, uninvited in his own home, so he abandoned the idea of helping you and just left.

At first, he thought you fell for Aegon’s flirtatious charms but soon learned that, as much as you did like his brother’s humor, his charms had no effect on you. On the contrary, you often chided him for hitting on young girls and openly condemned his affection for wine. Your honesty set you apart from all the ladies Aegon was surrounded with — and that was the reason he came to enjoy your company as much as he did. Despite the three years age gap, you were the one who told him the truth, no matter how ugly it might’ve been, but you did so without prejudice or any ill intentions. You would usually follow your critique with advice or a solution of some sort to keep the prince away from unnecessary trouble. That is why you were on friendly terms with Helaena, too, and your influence was also welcomed by Alicent, the then Queen. She liked that you were straightforward with your remarks and often said that you were wise beyond your years. Although, as much as Aemond agreed with it, he suspected there was a reason you had to grow up early.

It happened the same year you met — your older sister, with all her grace and beauty, ran away from home to elope with some unworthy beggar. Your mother was inconsolable for at least a week, saying that Elaesa brought shame upon her family. Your father, the kind man that he is, forgave his daughter fairly quickly and tried his best to restore peace. And yet, you came to realize that Elaesa's vagary did cast a shadow over your House. Your youngest sister, Alyna, was a fragile little thing, frequently sick and tacit — which left you to be the one representing your family in the eyes of society.

Within a few years, there wasn't a thing you weren't good at: lords lined up to have a dance with you, ladies admired how well-spoken you were and shared a laugh at your florid sarcasm, and you learned to embroider, to ride a horse, to walk exquisitely dressed and with impeccable posture. But while for everyone else it was a reason to compliment you, Aemond saw the underlying cause of your diligence — the corrosive desire to prove one's worth which was something he learned to live with as well. And which led him to think he understood you better than anyone.

More often than not he found himself watching you as if he had the need to make sure you weren't in harm's way. Helping you with Aegon was a part of that routine but it also gave him a chance to be alone with you. You talked about everything and nothing in particular, and he would catch glimpses of you — the real you, shy and emotional at times, but still understanding and perceptive. He cherished every opportunity to steal you away from the never-ending chattering, from lords ogling at you, from Jason Lannister whose interest in your company should've been concerning. Aemond has gotten so used to observing you, so enthralled with your covert conversations, he didn't realize that a particular feeling was creeping up on him. But there was one person who turned out to be more observant than Aemond has been. Aegon was the mere reason why his brother ended up at your door a few days later. Aemond’s been to your place a couple of times and he promptly memorized the way to the farthest room of the house — the one you used to paint in. It was the only thing you truly allowed yourself to enjoy, an unexpected talent of yours which you soon perfected, too, except it wasn't meant for the others to marvel at but plainly for you to keep your head occupied, to have some quiet time.

He walks in when you are already painting the finishing touches. When you turn to greet him, you stop mid-sentence, seeing that it’s Aemond instead of his brother who you were waiting for.

“He overslept,” the younger prince shrugs. “It isn't a bothersome task to come pick up the portrait of my nephews.”

You point in the direction of the painting with the brush in your hand. Aemond admires your work — as he always does — while you try to shake off your confusion. There is another reason you did not expect to see Aemond today. You tarry with voicing your concern but eventually glance at him with empathy:

“I was sorry to hear about lady Baratheon’s decision.”

“I was not,” he’s quick to retort.

“I cannot imagine agreeing to marry a Stark,” you say, dipping a brush in a jar of water.

“Is it the cold weather?” Aemond grins knowingly.

“Yes! Gods, just thinking about it makes me feel uneasy. All the layers you have to wear to keep yourself warm, barely being able to move, getting no sunlight...,” you ramble, making sure to wet all the brushes before lining them up on the table.

“Some say they've got quite a beautiful scenery,” Aemond tries to object although he knows his argument doesn't stand a chance.

“I wouldn't be able to enjoy that,” you huff. “How am I to capture the beauty if my paint freezes?”

He only hums in agreement, watching you busy yourself with your supplies. You go through the brushes, delicately cleaning the bristles with a cloth. Your fingers carefully take one brush after the other, and Aemond silently admires your love for neatness and order.

“You are staring,” you say without turning to him.

“Where do you want me to look at?”

“Aemond, you are in a room full of art!” you chuckle lightly. “Surely, enough options to land your eye on.”

The prince lets his gaze go around the place, and it takes him about a minute to quickly examine all the paintings. And then he inevitably looks at you again. Aemond thinks he likes this view the most.

“When do you begin your next great work of art?” he asks, hoping to distract you. 

You halt movement, then force out glumly:

“Never.”

“What do you mean?” he’s taken by surprise.

“I’ve come to realize that I’d never be a genius,” you reluctantly explain. “So I’m giving up all my foolish artistic hopes.”

“Y/N, you cannot be serious. You have so much talent and — ”

“Talent isn’t genius!” you throw up your hands in defeat, and he can sense your frustration from a distance. “I may be talented in other things, but when it comes to painting, I want to be great or nothing. And I am only of middling talent,” you scoop up the brushes, give them a quick look and place in another jar to dry.

Aemond wants to argue, he really does — but he also knows better than to try and persuade you when you are like this: firmly standing your ground, exuding nothing but stubbornness. In any other situation, he would’ve found it endearing but it’s upsetting to see you downplaying your brilliance.

“Hm, may I at least ask your last portrait to be of me?”

You instantly turn to him, taken aback. Throughout the years you’ve known him, he clearly expressed that he did not like being painted, and you only could make a quick sketch or two, at best, when he wasn't paying attention.

“Alright,” the long-awaited opportunity makes you smile. “Next time I come for breakfast, I will drag you into the garden to pose for me,” you give him a pointed look, and Aemond humbly nods.

Your smile grows wider but you try to tone it down, afraid to spook him, and focus on wiping the nearest table.

“What are you going to do with your life in the meantime?” he changes the subject.

“Polish up my other skills and become an ornament to society,” you sigh, putting the cloth away.

There’s a brief pause before he says, his voice a bit strained:

“Here is where Jason Lannister comes in, I suppose?”

You say yes but the answer comes a little bit too fast, and Aemond notices that the topic makes you uncomfortable.

“But you are yet to be betrothed to him,” he clarifies, gaze fixed on you.

“I will be if he proposes,” your eyes meet his, and you are sure that there’s a shadow of disapproval on his face that only spurs your stubbornness. You fully turn to the prince to say: “I always knew I had to marry well, I do not feel ashamed of that.”

But Aemond isn’t looking for a fight — he swiftly corrects himself:

“There is nothing to be ashamed of. As long as...” — he can barely bring himself to say it — “As long as you love him.”

For the reason unknown to Aemond, his statement brings a bleak smile to your face.

“I believe we can have some power over who we love,” you object, lowering your gaze for a second as you start absentmindedly twisting the ring on your finger.

“I think the poets would disagree,” he chuckles, trying to defuse the unexpected tension. 

But when you look up at him, your glare is as obdurate as ever.

“Well, I am not a poet, I am just a woman,” you rebut crisply. “And as a woman, I have no illusions about my prospects which do not include me earning a living to support my family. And my parent’s fortune has its limits as I've come to learn. Hence why, if I want to have children — I do — and be able to provide them with everything they wish for, I must rely on my husband,” that last word is pronounced with disappointment. “So don't stand here and tell me that marriage isn't an economic proposition, because it is. It may not be for you but it certainly is for me.”

Had he not known you, Aemond would’ve been very impressed — with how blunt and witty you are, you are very good at delivering speeches. But as he’s standing in front of you, watching your face, he senses that your determination is akin to despair. Aemond thinks he might take a chance at arguing with you, after all — but you’re both startled by a knock on the door:

“Lady Y/N, Ser Lannister just arrived.”

You look baffled for a second, your confidence crumbling.

“Why would he — I, I didn’t expect him today,” you mumble, almost ashamed of his arrival.

Yet you pull yourself together faster than Aemond can come up with a reason for you to stay. You remove your apron and quickly examine your dress, then move to put on a cape.

“Did I miss any paint stains?” you ask Aemond in a haste.

“No,” he looks over the flowing material of your neat dress, your hair knotted up high — and then: “...Wait!”

You stop abruptly while he grabs a clean cloth.

“There is something on your cheek,” he says as you both step toward each other — and in the next second you’re suddenly standing too close. 

You turn to him and shyly shut your eyes, taking a deep breath. Aemond is frozen for a moment but then carefully wipes away a slight smudge of green from under your cheekbone. His hand unwillingly lingers as he examines the delicate features of your face. You open your eyes, looking at the prince questingly. His facial expression is unreadable but it makes you wish you didn’t have to go.

You brush away that silly thought and stand back, fixing your cape.

“How do I look? Do I look alright?”

“You look beautiful,” Aemond says with no hesitation, taking you in — with your cheeks a bit flushed, lip parted and eyes shining. “You are beautiful.”

You seem bewildered at his words but then a smile grows on your face — and in a blink of an eye, you’re gone. The prince is left standing there, staring at the spot where you were just now. The room suddenly feels so empty without you — and so does his heart.

The realization strikes Aemond like lightning: he wants to be the one you come to, at all times. The one holding your hand, watching you paint, or read, or dance — watching you do whatever your heart desires. Because his only desire is to be with you. That thought puts down roots deep into his chest, and he doesn’t know how to pluck it out.

Nor does he want to. It’s all he can think about for the duration of the week, until you come to the castle — with canvas and supplies, not hiding your excitement. He almost forgot about his promise but follows you into the garden without objection. You sense a slight change in Aemond’s behavior, him being more quiet than usual, but decide not to push the prince so he won’t reconsider.

“I will start with a sketch and then we will go from there. Alright?” 

He just hums in response while looking at you but you are unaware of the meaning behind his gaze.

“Take any pose you like, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable,” you suggest with a half-smile, knowing full well he will probably remain standing.

And he does, arms clasped behind his back, his eye never leaving your face. You immerse in the process too quickly to be bothered, the piece of charcoal in your hand sliding over the paper, leaving lines and shadows. Drawing Aemond is an effortless task, and you can only enjoy how easy it is to sketch the sharp contours of his face and his lean body. The simplicity can also be explained by the fact that you've already memorized all the details by heart: the curves of his cheekbones and his lips, the flow of his silver hair, the shape and cut of his eye.

When you are finally satisfied, you can’t tell if it’s been an hour or three, and the prince, as it seems, hasn’t moved a muscle. At this point, Aemond’s demeanor does worry you yet you blame it on his nervousness.

“Want to take a look?” you hand him a few sketches. “Mind you, I’m not finished so please don’t judge too harshly —”

“I could never,” his hand brushes yours when he takes the drawings.

Aemond has seen your works before but it's a whole new experience when he's the one being portrayed. He almost doesn't recognize himself — you didn't miss a single feature of his yet somehow this version of him looks too beautiful to be real. He's at a loss for words until he spots that there's another drawing hidden underneath. It's a sketch of him sitting, both arms on the table, his face looks like he's deep in his thoughts.

“When did you do this one?”

“After the coronation,” the memory makes you smile. “Made my poor father lug around with charcoal in his pockets while he was trying to keep up the conversation with Ser Lannister.”

It was the day you got introduced to Jason. You were supposed to be by his side, with your charming smile and polite talks, yet you spend your time drawing Aemond. He can imagine your gaze focused on the piece of paper, the way you must've been looking at him to capture every detail and movement — all of that without him asking to, without him even noticing. There's so much care in that act, he is unexpectedly moved by it.

The words leave his mouth before he can think them over:

“Don't marry him.”

His request makes your hands tremble, and you drop the piece of charcoal, slowly looking up at Aemond, the smile disappearing from your face. He did not mean that, you must've misunderstood.

“...What?”

Aemond turns to you, looking you straight in the eyes:

“Don't marry him,” he repeats, helplessly and desperately.

“Why?” you ask in disbelief, suddenly having trouble breathing. The only reason you can think of sounds delusional, close to impossible. You wait for him to come up with some clever explanation — instead, he comes closer to you, his gaze so warm it makes your cheeks burn.

“You know why,” Aemond says and his hand gently lands on yours. You look down at it, perplexed, your mouth opening and closing, heart rate speeding up.

He keeps his eye on your face as he waits for your reply. You are not repulsed nor angry — which is supposed to be a good sign — but the reaction he gets is actually worse than that. Because when you finally glance at him, you look hurt.

“No,” you yank away your hand as if his touch stung. “No, Aemond, you are being mean, stop it,” you take a step back, your eyes glossy and lips tight. The look you give causes him physical pain — while you are trying your best to fight back the tears.

His intelligence clearly fails him because Aemond has no clue what’s going on. He feels like there is a deeper meaning to your words but he does not get it.

“Why am I being mean?” he asks incredulously as you slowly continue putting more distance between you two.

You don’t even realize you are doing it — it’s almost an urge to not be in his presence, for the first time ever. The weight of his words feels suffocating and merciless. How easy it is for him to toy with your emotions, you think, and that cruelty of his — as you see it — wounds you so deeply, he might as well put a torch to your heart.

“I have felt like everyone’s second choice my entire life,” you bemoan, not being able to keep your agony bottled up any longer. “In everything, no matter how hard I’ve worked to be better. I thought you out of all people would understand that,” you sound raspy, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

“So I will not be the person you settle for just because your first marriage proposal was turned down,” only when your voice shudders, Aemond finally understands how wrongfully you interpreted his intentions.

But you are out of his reach already — at least ten feet away from him, and the distance separates you like a giant chasm.

“No, I won’t. I can’t,” you are hurting so much, your feelings spill out like blood from a wound. “I can’t do it. Not when I have spent years loving you.”

His breathing hitches as your confession pierces through his chest — and he is left speechless, deafened by it. The moment slips through his fingers with unforgiving pace: you were standing so close only a minute ago — and now you are turning your back to him, rushing away. The last thing he sees is how broken you look, your shoulders slumped and eyes brimming with tears. 

Aemond stands, shocked and paralyzed until it’s too late — the garden is silent with your absence and the only evidence of you being there is your supplies scattered on the ground. Your words are ringing in his head, his heart heavy with a dreadful feeling.

He was afraid he would never have you — but he actually could have.

If only he wasn't so blind.

yes, this is me blabbing again: I’ve watched this movie an embarrassing amount of times, and I’ve wanted to write a fic based on it for a few months. I did rephrase a couple of quotes but still tried my best to do the story justice. my apologies for the angst — just so you know, it was painful to write. also, will I ever stop using friends to lovers trope? only time will tell! (I probably won't, though) I know there is a very heartwarming fic by aemonds-war-crime that was also based on “Little women” and it's only fair that I link it as well!

tagging @greenowlfactif because you asked 💙 comments and opinions are VERY welcomed! 🥺 other fics of mine (I guess I need to make a masterlist...): 🔥 “The object of my desires” (NSFW ~6500 words, friends to lovers) 💕 “I won’t fall for someone who can’t misbehave” (~9000, his betrothed kicks ass) 💕 “Can't help falling in love” (~5500, friends to lovers, very sweet) 🔥 “Make a move” (~6000, also involves teasing) + The Greens headcanons (modern!au)

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Her Words

Summary: You are introduced with the prince as his second option for a marriage in your family. But how will the Prince react to you own affliction and the backlash from your family.

Part 2 of this request.

A/N: You all asked for a part 2 so ask and you shall receive!

Again thank you for the request on this one it was really fun to write :)

Warnings: hitting, some sexual suggestions

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You could feel your handwriting getting progressively worse as the weeks went by.

That was one thing you had not considered as a side-effect from spending so much time with Aemond.

Every hallway, every corner, every walk in the garden. There was always some off-chance that your paths would cross. And every time this coincidence seemed to happen, there was a stupid smile on your face and your hands grip on your notebook seemed less and less. One a few of occasions he had dared to close the space between you, whether it was to brush a hair from your face or to run a warm hand over yours. All of this serving to send warmth to your cheeks that a smile that reached your eyes.

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MHA Boys Catch Mineta Perving on You

Ft. Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, sexual harassment, Mineta being a disgusting human being, violence, mentions of death, lots of Mineta slander (seriously if you have even the slightest ounce of respect for that grape, don’t read this) 

Note: this is totally irrelevant, however when I wrote these, I saw them all as second / third years in my head. Not that any of these need explicit age descriptors, that’s just how the characters seemed in my brain at the time. 

Also, I’m going to apologise now for the fact that this isn’t edited in the slightest. This post is complete undiluted word-vomit in my part and I hope you enjoy :))

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Izuku Midoriya 

The day Mineta decided to put his hands on you was probably the only time you’d ever seen your boyfriend really, truly pissed. 

You had been having a relatively relaxed school day. There hadn’t been any villain attacks, no one had suffered a near fatal injury during training and nobody was stressing about upcoming assignments or exams. You had decided to spend one of your rare moments of free time with two of your closest friends in the class, Uraraka and Asui. The three of you had made plans to spend the afternoon at the mall and you were incredibly excited to finally get off the UA campus after so long. 

You were walking out of the classroom, chatting idly with your two friends when it happened. One minute you were giggling over some silly comment Uraraka had made and the next you felt a grimy hand creeping its way under your skirt. 

With a squeak of surprise, you jumped away from the touch and spun around to see Mineta standing behind you, a sickening grin of delight on his face. Your mouth dropped open in shock and your fists clenched as anger began to immediately bubble within you. However, before you could begin your verbal abuse of the disgusting little pervert, a new hand grabbed Mineta’s outstretched wrist. 

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I agree 1000%. It is a show that can help expand the minds and understanding of Christians. As well as the understandings of people Who have had negative and limited interactions with people inside of this religion. 

Quick TV show recommendation: if you are at all interested in getting to understand the story of the Bible and the life of Jesus at all, please please please watch The Chosen. You don't have to be a Christian or anything to watch it, it's just super interesting with a really great storyline and acting, and it's 100% free. It's very biblically accurate (with some creative liberties), and is actually very well-made. There is a lot of heart behind the show, and the creators are so excited to see how well the show has done. I believe it's the biggest crowdfunded TV series to date, and I just really love it. Let me know if you've seen it, or if you watch it because of this!!

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☆ In The Limelight ☆

keigo takami x fem!reader SMAU

synopsis: keigo and y/n are online rivals who constantly try to provoke eachother, but what happens when their friends notice there’s more than just a mutual annoyance between them? unresolved feelings and fame quickly create lots of drama for the actor and the rockstar.

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❥ part 1 - could not be me

❥ part 2 - looking... respectfully

❥ part 3 - awful liar

❥ part 4 - anyone else

❥ part 5 - chisaki simps

❥ part 6 - what tweet?

❥ part 7 - it was a secret

❥ part 8 - I still do

❥ part 9 - simp for nejire

❥ part 10 - romeo could never

❥ part 11 - F U C K

❥ part 12 - you wound me

❥ part 13 - falling for my charms

❥ part 14 - also terrified

❥ part 15 - mango chapstick

❥ part 16 - imperial blue

❥ part 17 - i am not.

❥ part 18 - never again

❥ part 19 - no tea only friendship

❥ part 20 - anytime you want

❥ part 21 - viciously dragged

❥ part 22 - built like THAT

❥ part 23 - feeling brave

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I am taking a week hiatus so please enjoy this updated mega master list until I return my loves,I love you guys and remember take care of yourselves💕

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Stories are in order newest to oldest☺️

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Tony Stark:

Sweet Tony Stark x Reader

Tony Stark x Depressed Reader Headcannon

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Fluffy Tony Stark x Reader Date night Headcannon

Tony Stark x Reader

Tony Stark x Reader

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Tony Stark x Reader Making out Headcannon

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Young Tony x Reader Part 1

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Tony Stark x Reader

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Young Tony x Reader

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Tony Stark Birthday x Reader

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Tony Stark x Reader

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Tony Stark x Reader Spending Christmas Together Headcannon

Steve Rogers:

40s Steve Rogers x Reader

Steve Rogers x Reader

Steve Rogers x Reader Part 1

Steve Rogers Birthday x Reader Special

Steve Rogers x Reader

Peter Parker:

Soft Peter Parker x Reader

Peter Parker x Reader

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Peter Parker x Reader

Peter Parker x Reader

Peter Parker x Reader Part 1

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Peter Parker x Reader

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Peter Parker x Reader

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Peter Parker Graduation x Reader

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Bucky Barnes:

Bucky x Reader

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Bucky x Reader

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40s Bucky x Reader

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Wanda Maximoff:

Wanda x Reader

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Wanda x Pyro Reader Part 1

Wanda x Pyro Reader Part 2

Wanda x Reader

Natasha Romanoff:

Soft Natasha x Reader

Natasha x Reader

Natasha x Reader Part 1

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Carol Danver:

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Harry Potter

I’m Okay - You’re Draco’s sister and you’re dating Harry. When the two of them duel, you’re caught in the middle. 

Dead - You’re Harry’s wife and believe him to be dead at the Battle of Hogwarts.

Patronus -  While trying to make a patronus, you can’t conjure up a strong enough memory. Harry has an idea that might help. 

Fred Weasley

Christmas - Christmas with Fred

She’s a Keeper - You are very shy and surprise everyone when you’re great at Quidditch. 

Distraction - You get in trouble for kissing Fred, and he gets protective. 

Love - A fluffy argument leading to Fred declaring his love for you. 

Jealous - Jealous Fred

Jealous - Jealous Fred #2!

I Told You So - Fred comes to your rescue and quickly falls in love with you. 

Safe - You attend Bill and Fleur’s wedding and stay by Fred’s side when all chaos breaks out. 

Mama Ain’t Raise No Quitter - Protective! Fred and George come to your rescue after Slytherins get a little too close for comfort.

Right Here - After Umbridge punishes your for protecting Sirius, your father, Fred calms you down. 

Panic Attack - You have a panic attack and Fred comforts you. 

Long Enough - You and Fred confess your love on Christmas!!

Bludgers - Fred has a huge crush on you and can’t help but protect you. 

Break Her Nose! - After being abducted after the 7 Harry’s, you promise yourself that you are going to break Bellatrix’s nose. 

Close - You feel like it’s your fault that the team lost, Fred comforts you. 

George Weasley

Loss - After the war, you return home to find your pet has passed. 

Gone - You were dating Cedric and didn’t allow yourself to mourn. George helps you let out your feelings. 

This Christmas - You’ve been dating George for a while, so when Christmas rolls around you spend it with his family. 

Saint-like - During the 7 Harry’s, you wait at the Burrow for George to return home. 

My Fault - You ride with George during the 7 Harry’s and take all the blame when he gets injured. 

Blood Purity - When Umbridge catches you and George flirting, she puts him in detention. 

Walk-Ins NOT Welcome - Harry walks in on one of your make-out sessions. 

Guessing - After it gets out that you have a crush on a Weasley, Ron won’t stop guessing until he gets it right. 

Duel - After a duel with the Slytherins, you check up on your protective boyfriend. 

Shy - You’re very shy and when George notices people being rude to you, he makes himself your personal body guard. 

Mama Ain’t Raise No Quitter - Protective! Fred and George come to your rescue after Slytherins get a little too close for comfort. 

I’ll Walk You Home - After you miss the rest of the students return to the school, only you and George are left in Hogsmeade. 

Christmas - Christmas just isn’t the same without Fred. 

Date - You’re constantly turning George down, but when he turns his attention to another girl, you realize that maybe you do like him. 

Too Much to Handle - George is too shy to approach you, but after finding you locked out of your common room he has the perfect opportunity. 

Draco Malfoy

Slytherin? - You are Ron’s twin and fully expect to be in Gryffindor. When you are sorted into Slytherin, an enemy may become a friend. 

Marry Me? - Draco gets hurt in a Quidditch game and you spend the day taking care of him. 

Unsafe - Draco may love you, but with the upcoming war and Voldemort’s eyes on him, it’s unsafe to admit it. 

Let’s Hope So - After denying feelings for each other, you both realize there may be something there. 

Virtues - After Draco sees Slytherins treating you bad, he comes to your rescue. 

Secret Santa - You and Draco get each other for Secret Santa and find it isn’t as easy as you hoped. 

Blood Traitor - During a heated argument Draco calls you the worst thing he can - a blood traitor. 

I’m Sorry - You were raised in the same situation as Draco and are expected to marry. You slowly fall in love, but after finding a note it appears that the love is one sided. 

Not Your Fault - After Draco gets hurt in a dual, you tend his wounds. But, you find more than wounds on his arms. 

Christmas - You love decorating the common room and all things Christmas, and Draco can’t help the pull he feels to you. 

Worry - Draco is protective of Hufflepuff!Reader 

Rival - You grew up in Pansy’s shadow, but Draco isn’t interested in her. He’s interested in you. 

Love and War - At the Battle of the Astronomy Tower, all Draco can think about is you. 

Nightmare - Draco is the only person who can calm you after a nightmare. 

Banished - After suggesting that he make up with his arch nemesis, Draco has the nerve to banish you from your own bed. 

Ron Weasley

Family - You’re Draco’s sister and Ron’s girlfriend. Your parents don’t react too strongly to your date. 

Just a Dance - Fred and George know about your crush on Ron and make it their personal mission to set you up. 

Now That’s a Game - Draco knocks you off your broom during Quidditch and Ron immediately comes to your defense. 

Amortentia - After realizing you love Ron and he loves you, Hermione sets you. 

Ginny Weasley

Don’t Mention It - You’re Ginny’s best friend and find her snogging Harry in the middle of a war. 

Charlie Weasley

Christmas in the Burrow - Charlie invites you to the Burrow with him when he realizes you stay at Hogwarts. 

Romania - “Here’s my dreams and you’re with me!”

Neville Longbottom

I Love You - You and Neville go to the Yule Ball, and he says he loves you. 

Father - You and Neville have a toddler and raise him at Hogwarts. Turns out, Neville is a wonderful Dad. 

Our Spot - A tree by the lake might be seen as mundane to most, but to you it held every memory you loved with Neville. 

Cedric Diggory

Family - Cedric lives! And he marries you and has a family!

Lazy Sunday - Part 2 to Family

Stay With Me (Part 1) (Part 2) - You begged Cedric not join the Triwizard Tournament, but he did. And he died. You, however, aren’t going to let that be the end. The solution? Time Travel. 

Oliver Wood

Quidditch - You’re basically the mom of the Quidditch team and are there to support Oliver during wins and unfortunate losses. 

Sirius Black

Brave and Mighty - Sirius never noticed you, until now. 

Too Young - At 20 years old, you are married to Sirius, godparent of a baby, and in the middle of the war. 

Loss - You and Sirius lose your baby. 

Class of 1978 - You’re Lily’s best friend and you have made it to graduation. 

Baby - You just found out you’re pregnant and have no idea how you’re going to tell Sirius. 

Bother - You are living with Sirius at Grimmauld Place. You both hate it there, but you have each other (and hopefully a sandwich).

Son - You had a son with Sirius, and he’s a carbon copy of his father. 

Remus Lupin

Untitled - Remus is the one bright light in your year. 

Mama - Remus lives and you raise Teddy together!

Not All Scars - You were raised by Remus and notice that he may be hurting more than any of you realize.

Potions - After an awful potions class, you find a helping hand - Professor Lupin (not romantic). 

Don’t Leave - Turns out the Marauders are awful at cheering you up. Except for Remus, that is. 

James Potter

Just Like You - You slowly becomes more like James. 

First Time - You wake up after your first time with James and kind of regret it. 

Newt Scamander

Scars - When one of Newt’s creatures attacks him, you clean the wound and notice the scars he’s covered in. 

Nothing in that Case is Dangerous - You’re with Newt when he’s brought in to the Ministry. Newt does everything in his power to save you.

Accidentally, Of Course - Newt catches you as you’re changing clothes. Queenie reads your mind and realizes you may not have minded. 

Obliviate - Newt is ordered to wipe your memories, but he has other plans. 

New Additions - You’re pregnant!!!

Obscurus - You are Credence’s twin. Newt saves you and teaches Credence how to control his magic.

Christmas - Christmas with Newt

Letters - Newt misses you, but you keep in contact through letters. 

How Could I Forget? - You marry Newt, but you’re hit by a curse and lose your memory. 

Arranged Marriage - To merge the wizarding and muggle worlds, you’re in an arranged marriage to a prince. One that you do not want to be in. Thankfully, a familiar face comes to save you. 

Thanksgiving Day Parade - While searching for Newt’s creatures in America, you find yourself caught in the biggest parade of the year. 

Theseus Scamander

Together - You go to Theseus for comfort after a physical fight with your parents. 

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I am currently rewriting all of my one-shots. One listed with a “ ❌ ” next to it hasn’t been updated yet, so bear with me. There is a difference between how I write now and my old ways.

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1. The Joys of Being Female (Gift Fic) Rated K+ Status: One Shot  Summary: Lucy had been so busy with their last missions that she forgot to look at the calendar. Now she was curled up in a ball, agonizing pain radiating from her abdomen. Being a girl sure did suck once a month, but Natsu shows a different side when he sees how uncomfortable she is.

2. A Play to Remember (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: Nalu prompt with bonus Gajuvia Brotp. Hearing about Juvia and Gajeel being in a play, everyone wanted to see how much stage fright Gajeel would take. What they didn’t expect was that it was a musical and that Gajeel and Juvia were amazing.

3. Always in Your Arms (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated K+ Prompt: Lucy put her bed in Natsu’s house and his hammock in her apartment. When she slept she was in her apartment, why is she in Natsu’s house?

4. Fired Up (NaLu Love Fest Day 4) Rated MA Status: One-shot, smut Summary: Lucy’s heard Natsu’s catch phrase hundreds of times, but now it wasn’t just something she smiled fondly at. It turned her on big time. So much she decides to experiment with self pleasure. Natsu showing up unexpectedly completely mortified her, but little did she know, she got him fired up too.

5. Kill it With Fire (Requested one-shot) Rated T Prompt: Anonymous said: Lucy is afraid of spiders. Her response: “Natsu, set my apartment on fire.”

6. Where the Blood Flows (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: Lucy, unknowingly, walks out of the shower with Natsu’s scarf. If there was any blood left in Natsu’s brain, it was not doing anything that could stop his blood from going south.

7. The Most Important Gift (Requested one-shot) Rated T Prompt: Natsu wants to show his appreciation for Lucy for everything she’s done for him. Burning down his house was not part of the appreciation. But, it did work to give her the “other” gifts

8. All Over the Guild (Requested one-shot) Rated MA (smut) Prompt: The guys find out that Natsu and Lucy had amazing sex to celebrate her getting into Fairy Tail. And they celebrated it IN the guild hall. After dark. On every place but the bar.

9. Mature Dreams (Requested one-shot) Rated K+ Prompt: When Lucy barges into her room in the middle of the night. She is baffled as to why Natsu simply says “Please Lucy, be gentle, it’s my first time.” Lucy completely forgot what she was angry about now.

9. I Can’t Breathe Without You ❌ Rated K Status: One-shot Summary: It was finally over, but who knew that it would be this hard to live without you?

10. Comforting Embrace (Requested one-shot) Rated K+ Prompt: lucys sick and sad and natsu comes to make her feel better and yeah just some nalu fluff with lots of cuddles sweet kisses please

11. May 2019 Fortheloveofnaluevents Daily Prompts: Rating varies Day 11: Seriously, it’s 3 AM Day 13: I’m not drunk you’re drunk  Day 15: Don’t Even Think About It

12. Too Good for Just a One Night Stand (Requested one-shot where I chose the prompt) Rated MA Summary: Lucy’s exhaustion after a horrid work week reaches new heights. A drink or two with a friend would help relax the stress of journalism from her bones. Once down at the popular bar Fiore’s Secrets , Lucy spills her work stressors to her best friend Cana, who insists she need to get laid to help release her tension. What an absurd idea! Lucy never had a one-night stand before, but as alcohol changes her thoughts, the idea sounds less unappealing. When she lays eyes on a man with shocking pink hair, Lucy realizes a one night stand is just what she needs. Sexual tensions run high between them and once she gets a taste of his amazing sexual skills, Lucy dreads the sun rising the next day.

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1. The Way to His Heart Rated T Status: One Shot Summary: Levy decides to make Gajeel dinner once he arrives back from a job. She didn’t know how to cook, but with all the reading she did, following recipes wouldn’t be that hard. Little did she know that something a small as a meal would bring out something she’d been hiding from him for quite some time. A home cooked meal was a nice way to spend time with someone, even if you did fumble around the kitchen like you’d never entered one before.

2. Potion Rated MA Status: One-shot, Smut Summary: Mirajane has seen the longing looks that Gajeel and Levy give each other when the other one isn’t looking. She mixes up a potion to “break the ice” between them. It seems the potion’s affects were a little heavier than she’d intended.

3. Light Weight (Requested one-shot) ❌ Rated T Prompt: Gajeel drinks down two shots of Cana’s special mix. Now Levy and Pantherlily have to deal with “Fairy Man” until he passes out.

4. You Can’t Win (Requested one-shot) ❌ Rated K+ Prompt: Levy didn’t know until it happened, but she liked seeing Gajeel’s victory face just drop into one of pure horror. And she likes it more when she causes it.

5. Nagging Drives Me Crazy (Requested one-shot) ❌ Rated T Prompt: Ok, if you are taking requests, how about a Gajevy prompt: “It’s been a long day, let me just sleep here would you?”

6. Impact (Requested one-shot)  Rated T Prompt: Levy remembers when Gajeel picked a fight with everyone in the Council when he got promoted. She also remembers knocking him out with her book bag after he made his speech about being the best.

7. Change of Heart (Requested fic Gajeel x Juvia Brotp/Gajevy)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: Levy and PantherLily find an old picture of Gajeel and Juvia, Juvia’s umbrella is missing and Gajeel is covered in cuts and scrapes. It was the first time Gajeel was forced to do anything against his will.

8. Until We Meet Again (WheelOfWriters Entry) Rated T Prompt: Photo Frame Summary: She was running for her life and when she realized her freedom was gone, she tried to end it all. Instead of dying, she woke in a large mansion. Her life had been saved a rough and crass man. Gajeel. At first they didn’t click at all, but the longer she stayed the quicker she fell for him. Little did she know, her attempted captors were still after her life.

9. The Makings of My Heart (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: Gajevy AU- gajeel and how he loves his children and wife and would never go back to change anything.

10. Hello From the Other Side Rated M Status: One-shot Summary: Gajeel was spiraling into the blackness of addiction and Levy was powerless to help him. He still thought he could quit on his own despite previous failures. After a near death experience, Gajeel cuts her off for the better and she’s devastated. All she wanted to be his rock and help him through getting sober. Two years later, Levy comes in contact with the man who broke her heart.

11. Only In His T-Shirt(Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated MA (smut) Prompt: Levy was wondering why she was wearing Gajeels’ clothes instead of hers. Until Gajeel came out of the shower asking for his clothes back. Now levy remembered; commence seduction.

12. Soundproof (Requested One-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: Pantherlily tells the story where Gajeel saw Levy eating shrimp and called it cannibalism. Gajeel and Levy remember how that event led to them “arguing” in his quarters. Good thing Gajeel got that promotion in the council ranks, soundproof = amazing.

13. Panty Raid (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: Gajeel helps Levy find her panties out in the snow despite her refusal. Her excuse: embarrassing for a guy to find it. The truth: Gajeel would not believe that she has THE kind of panties that will for sure inflate his ego in more ways than one.

14. Unrealized Worth (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: Levy finds out that Gajeel is an owner of one of the most rarest books in existence, and he uses it like a paperweight! Gajeel was not getting away with this apparent crime against literature.

15. Blackmail (Requested one-shot) Rated T Prompt: Gajeel takes Levy out on a date. Why? Because Blackmail that’s why!

16. You’re Mine (Requested one-shot) Rated MA (smut) Prompt: Gajeel was angry, no furious, so how does Levy calm him down? She doesn’t, she re-directs his anger into something more productive. How? she drops her towel and shows that she is only wearing her underwear. Best. Night. Ever.

17. Conquer (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: Levy was having an argument with Gajeel’s Brawn over Brains tactic. That he thinks like a conqueror. Gajeel’s counter statement? “Yes, just imagine it. Me, with my mighty strength, just ripping off all your clothes holding both your hands in one of mine. And I just do what I do best. Conquer.” The looks on Levy’s and a few of the council men and women faces was proof that they just visualized it.

18. Reasons to Train (Requested one-shot) Rated MA (light smut) Prompt: Gajeel accidentally goes into dragon force mode in the middle of sex with Levy. Levy is actually getting more turned on by this. Gajeel now has a better reason to train with this mode now.

19. Stuck With You Rated T Status: One-shot Summary: Levy was finally heading home after a long day at the office. Going home to a good book sounded graeat. Instead, the elevator stops working…with her and that gruff construction worker in it. He seemed menacing with his rough persona, but as the closed space forces them to get to know each other, Levy realizes he’s not all bad. The question was how were they going to get out?

20. Go to Sleep Little One ( Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated K Prompt: A Gajevy baby getting happy when gajeel gets home

21. Keep Me Warm (Gajevy Week 2016 entry Day One) Rated T Prompt: Blanket Summary: They knew the storm was coming, yet Lucy and Natsu thought it was a great idea to get some more snacks, leaving Levy alone with that brooding man, Gajeel. Awkwardness surrounds them at first until they start conversing little by little. Just as they get comfortable, ignoring the anger of the snow storm, it reminds them of its power, and knocks out the electricity. The temperature is dropping by the second. Levy’s fingers are going numb. How will they keep warm?

22. Fate Intertwined (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt:  Could you do a gajevy soul mates AU where the first words your soulmate says to you is tattooed on you body? Where like the first thing Gajeel says is something about Levy’s height?

23. Piercings Make Me Hot Rated MA Prompt: Piercings; Gajevy Smut Week

24. Do Unto Others Rated K+ Summary: Christmas was right around the corner. Levy was excited for the holidays and found herself helping a man who was down on his luck. It wasn’t unusual for Levy to help the homeless. Little did she know who exactly her kindness was falling upon and the reward she’d receive for it.

25. You’re Mine (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated MA Prompt:: Gajeel was angry, no furious, so how does Levy calm him down? She doesn’t, she re-directs his anger into something more productive. How? she drops her towel and shows that she is only wearing her underwear. Best. Night. Ever.

26. The Romance of Heavy Metal (Gajevy Week 2019 Day 2) Rated T Prompt: Music Summary:Two months passed since Levy met Gajeel, bass guitarist and singer for the multi-platinum band Dragon Slayers. She couldn’t believe she met a celebrity musician when she decided to help the homeless man with piercing red eyes and a sultry voice. Her gift for her kindness was backstage passes to meet the band the next time they toured in Magnolia and his cell number. Levy grew closer to Gajeel through long-distance communication and once they’re in the same room, his actions make her heart sink, making her wonder if he doesn’t feel the same. She gets her answer in the dead of a winter’s blustery night

27. Voyeurism Thrills (Gajevy Week Day 5) Rated MA Prompt: Library Summary:Gajeel’s stayed in the shadows of the library enjoying watching Levy in her own element. Her look of concentration, the way she shifted her legs and watching her rear when she stood on a ladder lit his blood on fire. Soon her movements weren’t so innocent. Short dresses hiking up when she bent over, views of the sides of her breasts. The realization that his woman knew he was there made him come from hiding spot only for her to tell him she liked it when he watched her. Staying quiet in the library proved a harder task than he thought.

28. Pumping Iron (Gift Fic) Rated MA Summary:  Levy wondered if she’d made a mistake asking Gajeel and Panther Lily to help her with training. Her body hurt in ways she didn’t know possible and if it weren’t for Wendy’s healing magic, Levy may have lost the use of her legs. While trying to hide from Gajeel to avoid another soul crushing work-out, he finds her with ease and drags her to the gym with him. When she refuses to lift weights, she realizes Gajeel had another plan for her work-out. One that involved her riding him in the middle of a public gym.

29. You’re So Whipped (Gajevy Week 2017 Day 1) Rated: T Prompt: Matching Summary: Levy’s mother bought she and Gajeel the cutest matching shirt and the guild picnic would be the perfect place to wear them. Gajeel disagreed, but seeing how upset his response made Levy, he begrudgingly wears it, anyway. If she knew it would turn into a war between dragon slayers, Levy may have decided against it.

30. I Promise (Requested one-shot) Rated: T Prompt:  Gajeel performing CPR on Levy to restart her heart

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1. Doujinshi (Requested one-shot) Rated T Prompt: Reedus was asked to make a comic based on what everyone thought Gray and Juvia were doing while living together for the year… It has already circulated to the other guilds.

2. Adios Motherfucker (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: Reason Gray doesn’t drink with Cana: Cana knows when it is a good time to get you to fantasize against your will. Cana Brotp and Gruvia.

3. Vulnerability (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated K Prompt: Juvia’s first encounter with Gray’s sleeping face. She was glad that no one from the guild was around right now to ruin this moment

4. Always My Savior (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated K+ Prompt: Gray sees child Juvia walking around. What he didn’t expect was for her to be so scared of him. 

5. In the Words of a Drunk (Requested one-shot) Rated K+ Prompt: How strange is it that even you, while drunk, wrote to yourself for when you are sober, to make a move with a girl? Gray did not believe it. Until he found a recording of himself mailed to his address promising him what will happen. Juvia is special.

6. Hold Me Tight (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: Gray didn’t like that town. That’s what everyone thought. To Gray, it was the town that Juvia had grown up in, where they bullied her and chased her out as a child. Its the only secret Juvia will never tell, and Gray would be the only one who know.

7. Flexibility (Requested one-shot) Rated T Prompt: Juvia’s flexibility was something Gray can’t get enough of. And would you look at that, Gray needs Juvia’s “help” for something.

8. Spicing Things Up (Gift Fic)    Rated MA for Smut Status: One-shot Summary: Juvia decides her and Gray’s love life needed a little help. Handcuffs, whipped cream, strawberries, and a blindfold get involved. Gray didn’t know what hit him…and neither did Juvia when Gray gets tired of being teased and breaks free of the magic sealing handcuffs. She’s in for it now.

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1. Nudity (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt:  “I love you and everything, but do you have to walk around the house naked? What if the neighbors see?”

2. Three Times the Trouble (Requested one-shot) Rated K Prompt: Gray taking care of their newborn triplets with Lucy on the first night home or probably a few weeks after that.

3. Not Quite A Blind Date (Requested one-shot) Rated T Prompt: Okay Hazel, here’s my request for GrayLu. I found this prompt and it’s kinda cute: “We both use our barista as a low cost psychologist, and now she’s trying to hook us up so we can rely on each other for that and she can actually do her job.” Thanks :)

4. First and Only (Requested one-shot) Rated: MA Prompt: I would like to request for Gray/Lucy smut…Lucy’s first time….Gray realized his feelings and rejected Juvia…then confess his feeling to Lucy. The timeline is after Grand Magic Games perhaps…because I remember Erza has given gray an advice to really taking Juvia’s feeling into consideration and giving her an answer. So I think that might be a good timing after the grand magic games, Gray rejected Juvia and confess his feeling to Lucy.

5. Wild Ride (Request one-shot) Rated MA:  Prompt:  I wonder what if Gray will also had a habit to barges in to Lucy’s room? But this time for more Mature rate. After the disbandment of fairy tail, and they build up the guild before they pursue master makarov in Alakitasia. Gray barges in into Lucy’s apartment at night. Lucy just got out of her night bath,and found Gray already sitting on her bed and say “hi Lucy, nice room.” hohoho.of course you know how Lucy will react,right?? Well, Gray got things heated up. Flirting with Lucy, even though Lucy tried her best to lecturing him, And finally Lucy surrender under Gray. Gray took all of Lucy’s first time.

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 1. The Power of Hot Chocolate (Requested one-shot) Rated T Prompt: I hope you read the Xmas special, Jellal drops Erza off at her apartment, instantly Erza invites him inside for hot cocoa. And for the rest of the night, Jellal made her feel “lovey-dovey.” She wasn’t even mad by morning which surprised everyone.                    

2. Reunited Once Again (Requested one-shot) Rated K Prompt: Jellal knew that Fairy Tail disbanded, what he didn’t know was that Meredy picked up Erza and sort of recruited her for the time being. Only Meredy would find his torment interesting. Right

3. Too Much to Drink (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated T Prompt: The guys invited Jellal to calm Erza down in case she drinks again. And it worked! Except Erza wasn’t the only one drinking. Now Lucy, Juvia, and Charle are calling him “Jellal-sama”

4. Battlefield Desires (Requested one-shot) Rated K Prompt:  Here is my request, after Jellal defeat the enemy, Erza who is barely conscious in Kagura’s lap, Jellal took over. Jellal who is so upset to see Erza in such a state, his heart’s barrier finally broken down and he lost himself, he kisses Erza and finally said that “i Love You”.

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1. Bad Ass Bar Maid (Miraxus Day 4 Host/Bar Counter) Rated T Summary: The blonde frequenting the bar had been under Mira’s watchful eye, but he clearly doesn’t want to be bothered. He was quite rude. Who would have thought a group of thugs trying to hurt her would bring them closer together. Laxus is impressed by Mira’s abilities and as their friendship grows, the same attacker has other plans in mind.

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1. Ass Whooping (Requested one-shot) Rated T Prompt: Gray and Levy find out that Juvia holds the record for the fastest beat down Gajeel ever received. 1 minute 49 seconds. And that was to “assert dominance” between them during a mission. Best friends since and Gajeel has the scar on his arm as proof.

2.  So Gullible (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated K+ Prompt: When B-team arrives at Blue Pegasus. Ichiya gives Gajeel a stack of envelopes. With girls like Mirajane and Cana giving the wrong ideas, Juvia and Levy break into his room and steal said envelopes.

3. Misunderstanding (Requested one-shot)  ❌ Rated K Prompt: Lucy and Lisanna talk about Natsu, except Lucy was referring to him “physically” and Lisanna was referring to him in general.

This is so freaking funny!!!

Robert Baratheon (above) seeing Gendrya forgesex

Ned Stark (below) seeing Gendrya, and the odds that his daughter managed to find the last living Baratheon and ends up having sex with him.

Self-harm awareness day

Today is self-harm awareness day. It is a very important day for me as a former self-harmer, and when I was at my lowest I thought no one knew how I felt, but now I know better. This is a day for people to learn more about the causes of self-harm and the risks. Self-harm is no different than any other unhealthy coping mechanism like drugs, alcohol, and many others. Just because someone self-harms does not make them any different from an addict that needs help. So, if you are a self-harmer and If you’re not sure where to turn, call the S.A.F.E. Alternatives information line in the U.S. at 1-800-366-8288 for referrals and support for cutting and self-harm. If you know a self-harmer, or just want to be more aware click here for more information.

When you have the perfect idea for fanfiction but would rather read it than write it

Please spread the word that something like this exists!!!!!

Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.

Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.

It’s also totally FREE.

once again, it’s called CALM HARM

This is the best thing ever!!!

I love the guy who’s clearly a teacher who came over with the intent to tear two fucking idiot teenagers apart from each other only to find these fucking nerds it probably made his entire month