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Fairy Tail Fanfiction

LAST UPDATED: 20 May 2019

FOR LINK TO ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN COMPILATION OF ALL MY ONE-SHOT REQUESTS, CLICK HERE. 

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.

I do all of those things I hope I'm not too annoying to people

Things people with Social Anxiety do

•go to the bathroom to escape

•feel very uncomfortable without a phone or some other crutch

•dwell on a small awkward moment for much longer than necessary

•never go to any social event without a person that makes you feel comfortable

•follow said person way too much

•worry about the person beginning to find you obnoxious

•faking an illness to get out of a social event

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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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.

THATS EXACTLY WHAT I SAID!!!!!

MY GOODNESS!!!

 I cannot! I cried reading this!!!!

I f*@king don’t understand why Zeref would thank you LAYLA, what does she have to do with him?!

And who the heck is ANNA? do you guys know?

OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!

Proof that even the god of mischief tom Hiddleston is an absolute child… just like all marvel actors

ugly happy/sad tearssssss

just a quick mess to say thank you!