Stevesharrlngtons Masterlist

Point of No Return -Masterlist

Summary: The Aurelac rush is over, Cee and Ezra narrowly escaping being stranded on the toxic Green Moon with their lives. But they’re not out of the woods just yet. With no one else to turn to, Cee reaches out to the only person whose contact information Ezra has on him- Clara, the woman he walked away from five years earlier. With so much time gone by and so many old wounds what does Ezra’s sudden re-emergence in Clara’s life mean for either of them?

*this is a prequel/sequel series to the events of the movie Prospect. new chapters post every Thursday*

Warning: This series will deal with death, murder, violence, injury, illness, loss and other such topics. Please see individual chapters for specific warnings or feel free to message me if you are unsure.

Part One - WC: 5.8k

Part Two - WC: 4.3k

Part Three - WC: 4.1k

Part Four- WC: 5.5k

Part Five- WC: 4.7k

Part Six- Coming 5/6/21

Part Seven- Coming 5/13/21

Part Eight- Coming 5/20/21

Related One- Shots:

Rise & Shine  

Some Call it Luck

Ezra artwork by @alraedesigns​

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the good in me

♡ pairing: aemond x reader ♡ rating : 13+ ♡ word count : 1.5k   ♡ warnings : swearing, being a dick to someone to show that you love them, lowkey not letting someone out of an arranged marriage  ♡ summary : If you were any other woman, not the girl who had been betrothed to him since before you were born, you might have found him handsome. But you knew better than that. Behind that perfect face and silky hair was a being so evil, the devil would run away in fear.   ♡ an : happy new year!! i owe everyone a PWF update and it is coming soon, but until then - here is a cute fic <3

“Can you please pretend to look happy?”

You turned your head away from the crowd of people surrounding the gilded coach you were currently caged inside and looked back at Prince Aemond. No, your fiancé, Aemond. He sat across from you, still donning his formal military wear, complete with every badge of honor imaginable. If you were any other woman, not the girl who had been betrothed to him since before you were born, you might have found him handsome. But you knew better. Behind that perfect face and silky hair was a being so evil, the devil would run away in fear.

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Game Of Thrones - Fic Recommendations

Main Rec Masterlist

@pascalisthepunkest

Oberyn Masterlist

@otherthingsinhead

From Marriage to Love -> reader is the youngest sister of Cersei. Tywin decides to marry her to Oberyn to have an alliance.

@forever-rogue

In Name Only -> Reader, the only daughter of late Lord and Lady Beesbury, is sent off to be married to Prince Oberyn Martell. After having been parted from her first love by her horrid mother, she refuses to marry a man she does not know or love and be pushed into a life of misery. But after threat of being cut off from everything she knew and loved, she finds herself leaving her home in Honeyholt and arriving in Sunspear, married to the Prince. Being the charming and kind Prince he is, Oberyn promises her that it does not have to be a true marriage, it can be a marriage in name only. Little does the newly anointed Lady Martell know, that being married to the Prince is so much more than she bargained for.

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

Footprints in the Sand -> All you’ve ever known is the loneliness and brutality that comes with spending your days on Casterly Rock in a family that is feared throughout the seven kingdoms. But what happens when an unlikely pair of lovers narrow their eyes on you and show you that an open heart is more important than the iron throne and love runs deeper than blood?

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scenes from a marriage

tags: nameless oc x javier peña, nameless oc x javier pena yearning, angst ? rating: e ( explicit ) warnings: smut, language, mentions of violence and drugs. word count: 2k+ summary: javier peña is a dea agent, teetering on the edge of finding pablo escobar every second of the day, and yet always being so far away from it too. as if life is not complicated or risky enough as he partakes in this search, javier finds himself falling in love amidst all of the chaos. these are the scenes of a marriage, with all of it’s trials and tribulations, set in colombia, circa 1980–1993. notes: the name of this is definitely is taken from the tv show scenes from a marriage, but it has very little to do with it other than the fact that i thought it was an interesting concept to put a relationship between two people in a bottle and inspect it. this also rose from my desire to write something about colombia that extended beyond just pablo and the chase for him. that’s not to say this won’t cover that, because it is a story about javi after all, but it’s not going to be the central focus on the story. i hope you all like it! i think it’s going to be a ten part series. original gif by: @anakin-skywalker​

Scene One: The Beauty That Lurks

The designs of misfortune carve themselves in the woodwork that is Colombia, marking and scarring a beautiful country for the sake of one man’s empire.

Pablo is everywhere—he is the country. Every newspaper boasts his mug, every politician knows his name, and every citizen somehow becomes mere background characters in this over-sized game of cat and mouse that the government is engaging in with him.

The color of the country is not lost, though; it’s citizens are here, it’s traditions prosper. The thick blanket of tragedy that threatens to spill over has yet to strangle the beauty of it all. Corruption and drugs and lies—they are all nothing in a land full of green, so wondrous and large and bright when not saturated by the workings of humanity.

Sometimes though, in the smaller corners of the country where humanity lingers, beauty finds itself tucked away, like in cries of a baby born to a couple who care immensely, not just about themselves, but it all; in familial dinners that still take place and pride themselves on the joy they still bring; and even in the subtle flirtation of two young people in a bar.

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Vencuyanir Masterlist

vencuyanir [ven-COO-yah-neer]: sustain, keep alive, preserve

Summary: About to be taken away from Arvala-7, Elana only has two objectives: keeping Bean alive and getting away from the Mandalorian

Words: 132.1k (so far)

Tags: slow burn, mutual pining, enemies to friends to lovers, canon rewrite/expansion, missing scenes, character study, relationship study, worldbuilding

Rating: Teen and Up/13+

Warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, specific warnings above each chapter

Main Masterlist | AO3 

Preview:

The Mandalorian’s helmet then snapped around to her, and she flinched again. “Are you its caretaker?” he asked gruffly. Elana barely managed to nod, scared out of her wits.

He was quiet for a long time, his presence alone enough to make her hold her breath. Then he walked over, and took off her cuff more gently than she would have expected from a bounty hunter.

She looked up at him, shaking in fear, the visor glaring down menacingly. A low command came from him, causing shivers to run down her back.

“Pack your things.”

Face claim for Elana: Meng Ziyi (x) (x) (x) (x)

Moodboards/Art:

(x) (x) by @adikaofmandalore

(x) by @huliabitch

(x) by @astroboots

(x) by @rysttle (commissioned by @callmekaza)

(x) by @what-the–curtains

Fics/Headcanons:

Dreams and Nightmares by @justahorsewithnoname

Some headcanons about Elana’s past (0.5k)

Chapters:

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slow responses.

billy hargrove x reader

summary: volleyball, a rivalry, a head injury and a worried boyfriend.

word count: 4.6k

a/n: @gutterdreams gave me this idea, and helped me with this a lot and i just love her! also i used to play volleyball and always wanted to be really good (i wasn’t) so i’m living vicariously through the reader. feedback is appreciated 

You breathed deep, the sounds in the gym becoming a dull hum in your consternated state. Your hands were placed firmly on your knees, the end of your ponytail ghosted across your back as you moved side to side.

This was it. This was the biggest game of the season, and you weren’t going to be the one who fucked it up.

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From Marriage To Love

Chapter 1: Lion Slap

Chapter 2: Viper Venom

Chapter 3: Cuts and Wounds

Chapter 4: Game of Hearts

Chapter 5: Wise Choice of Weapons

Chapter 6: Puppet Masters

Pairing: Reader x Oberyn Martell

Warnings: none

Words: 1479

Request: Anonymous Can you write a story where reader is the youngest sister of Cersei. Tywin decides to marry her to Oberyn to have an alliance. Cersei is very protective and stays close to her sister all the time.Oberyn and reader meet each other at the gardens and instantly fall in love with one another. They get married a few weeks after and Oberyn claims reader as his own(SMUT) and few months later they start a family. Oberyn always flirts with reader even in front of the children (FLUFF) and they live happily.

You wished you could sink them with your gaze as you watched the Dornish ships slowly sliding into the bay. 

You were Tywin Lannister’s daughter and even though you’ve been born from his second marriage he loved you just as much as he loved all of his children. Well, except one of course. But with this, with this decision, he ruined your life for good. The Martells have their reasons for their hatred towards your house yet, your father was ready to throw you into the snakepit.

“It’s gonna be ok, sweetheart.” Cersei consolated you as she stepped behind you at the window, sipping her wine and throwing a scornful glance to the bay before lingering her softest one upon your face.

“It’s not as bad as you think.” She cooed, racking a gentle finger throw your hair. Albeit you were all different, she was your best friend, your sister. She was the single most caring person in your life.

“Myrcella loves being there.”

“I should run away. Left King’s Landing and hide somewhere. You could help me, Cersei. Would you?”

“Don’t be silly.” She said putting down her goblet and frame your wet cheeks with her hands. She was always so confident, unlike you. 

“I’ll make sure you’ll be in good hands, I promise.” Her steady voice stilled your heart and provoked a little smile onto your lips. Because when Cersei promised something she would make it come true.

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a collection of a fifty+ part storyline aiming to give Loki the happy ending that he deserved.

— PAIRING: Loki x fem!reader

— WARNINGS: drabbles have their various warnings. everything from suggestive quips to heart wrenching angst, with a majority of ridiculously fluffy goodness.

— NOTES: i write everything out of order! what started as drabbles started connecting and became this. i do not own any rights to Loki or the MCU, nor receive any profit from these works. this is just writing for my own educational, nonprofit purposes!

this story is incomplete. i have a million drafts and requests in the works that will be filling in many of the gaps in this storyline as well as continuing it. thank you so very much for your support, comments and feedback truly, truly keep me going! happy reading!

it’s complicated

~~ shawarma

~~ nipnops

~~ is that—is that stubble??

~~ enemies to fake lovers

~~ don’t you dare

~~ coworkers

~~ loki just wants his snickers

~~ put on a smile, pork chop

~~ there was only one chair

~~ spilt coffee

~~ lunch break

~~ don’t touch me

~~ mind games

~~ softer sides

~~ people like you?

~~ that’s my boyfriend

~~ …progress?

~~ let me bleed

~~ haircuts and interrogations

** more coming soon between these**

~~ what is this?

~~ a drunken confession (possible placeholder)

** more coming soon between these**

~~ i want you (au)

in a relationship

~~ first-ish date

~~ favourite hoodie

~~ celebrity crush

~~ loki’s library

~~ thor.

~~ sunflowers

~~ loki’s sense of humor

~~ thankful for you

~~ november first

~~ attempt number one

~~ evil nose

~~ i’m going to marry you

~~ the proposal—wait no, jk

~~ dance lessons

~~ ormstunga

~~ a proposal

married

~~ not-so-royal wedding

~~ the morning after

~~ i licked it, so it’s mine

~~ second time’s the charm

~~ true form

~~ nicknames and braids

~~ quarantine

~~ definition of perfection

~~ getting ready

~~ valentine’s day

~~ an office visit

~~ disgusting domesticity

~~ love is pain (au)

~~ nipples.

~~ home late

~~ gingerbread messes

~~ i miss you, you know.

~~ easy like a sunday morning

~~ jealous kisses

~~ i’m in pain. period.

~~ safety dance

~~ do you want to have a baby?

we’re expecting

~~ i’m pregnant…

~~ appreciation

~~ you’re not driving.

~~ elliot?

~~ loki’s sleepy :’)

~~ nursery painting, ‘nuff said

proud father of a dumbass kid

~~ unexpected

~~ elliot.

~~ dusted (au)

~~ baby fever

~~ first time in asgard

~~ baby’s first christmas

~~ ah-loo!

~~ kings don’t change diapers

~~ dentist trip

~~ tessi the tesseract

~~ syrupy slip-up

~~ foot massage

~~ true loves kiss…blegh.

~~ hide n seek

~~ the mini-asgardians

~~ you’re not dying.

~~ you lost your kid?

~~ i saw mommy kissing santa claus

~~ tired + horny parents

~~ disneyland

~~ little monster

~~ lonely

we’re expecting more

~~ don’t tell dad.

~~ the Question

~~ like real people do

~~ microwave baby

~~ simple-thee pains

~~ peppermint and tears

proud father of two dumbass kids

~~ frigg.

~~ mortality

~~ frigg’s favourite

~~ bappy hirthday, momma

~~ frigg made me do it

~~ bad timing

~~ pantless prince

~~ blue

~~ a good friend

~~ morgan potts-stark

~~ so there’s this girl.

~~ a study in hands

~~ frostbite prevention

greater expectations

~~ ew, Elliot, that’s gross

~~ ew, Elliot, that’s still gross

~~ the twins!! (au)

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fuel the writer? :’)

you’re all incredible and every ounce of support you give is just more fuel to this writing fire, which means more content for you!!

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The Offer: Masterlist

Chapters: (*indicates smut*)

Preview

Chapter 1: Introductions

Summary: You run into a Mandalorian who wants to repay a debt. Little do you know you’d meet the most alluring man along the way. Din Djarin.

Chapter 2: Touches

Summary: You finally get to speak with the Clan Leader again.

Chapter 3: Intentions*

Summary: Din makes his true intentions known and it’s a lot to take in.

Chapter 4: Lessons*

Summary: You and Din become a little distant with time and emotion weighing heavy on your shoulders, luckily you’re able to find your way back to each other.

Chapter 5: Answers

Summary: Mira works to speed things up between you and Din, that is until he admits he must leave for a while. Even with a negative force looming close by, a decision is made that will change everything.

Chapter 6: Reunions*

Summary: Din Djarin and the warriors are expected to return any day now, and you’re finally able to speak with the Armorer. With the village abuzz with the news of your engagement, Mira introduces you to someone who you hope to consider a friend. How much longer will you have to wait to see Din again?

Chapter 7: Celebrations*

Summary: Everyone is celebrating your and Din Djarin’s union; there are feasting and dancing that seems to last forever. Mira offers insight into your new ‘role’ as Din’s wife. All feels right in the world, and you’ve never been happier. But what happens when Din is called away so suddenly? What is so pressing to cause him and the Elders to leave? Why does it feel like he’s hiding something?

Chapter 8: Distractions*

Summary: Din and you finally find the time to slow down for a bit and you find out quickly that you weren’t the only ones who had something planned.

Inspiration:

Moodboard (by the lovely @aerynwrites​)

Moodboard (by the lovely @huliabitch​)

Clan Leader Din tag

‘The Offer’ tag

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I was all over her.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female! reader

warnings: angst, sad Aemond, minor spoilers from hotd s2 ep 2, 3, and 4, not much smut but MDNI!!

WC: 4517

summary: when the world turned their back on him, she didn’t.

Don't know what I wanted, I have a memory

Throughout Aemond’s life, he remembers how much he wanted to be seen. 

By his father,

by his mother,

by his brother,

by the whole world.

He wasn’t the heir to the throne, he didn’t have a dragon like his brothers or sister. He was weak and nothing. He spend his days being teased and bullied relentlessly by his brother and nephews. They had venomous tongues and big sharp teeth. He hated the way he is.

But when the world turned their back on him, one person remained. 

She was a Tyrell, born not long after his mother gave birth to his youngest brother Daeron. His grandsire and mother are close to her parents since the Tyrells and Hightowers are two houses that are closely related. 

When he first met her back in oldtown, he saw her as a meek and shy young girl. He hated it. Because it reminded him of himself. But his hatred grew when he saw how well she gets along with Aegon, Daeron, even Helaena. Maybe he doesn’t hate her, maybe he just hates how he’s nothing like her. 

Likeable. 

Then it all changed in one summer evening. 

He was reading at the great library of oldtown, away from the world as he read about his great ancestors of old valyria and dragons. Dragons he longed to have. Like Aegon with sunfyre, Helaena with Dreamfyre, even Daeron with Tessarion. Then he heard a thud. 

Looking back from his seat, he saw no one was in the empty library but him. 

When he returned to his book, he heard another thud. 

Shutting the book with frustration, he began to look for the source of the sound that disturbed his peace. Walking deeper between old tall shelves, he took a turn to the left and saw…her.

Younger and smaller than him, but the Tyrell girl grunts as she climbs the bookshelf. Strong but mighty. The way her silly tongue sticks out as she’s so persistent to reach a book at the tallest shelf. He cleared his throat as he looked down, noticing many books had been scattered around the floor for her to climb.

She turned to him with a surprise stare.

“Prince Aemond!” 

As a child, she squeaks like a squirrel

Aemond thought to himself.

“What are you doing up there?” Aemond asks curiously. “I..I’ve been trying to reach that book!” She says as she still tries to reach the book at the highest shelf. 

“You will hurt yourself,” Young Aemond sighs. 

“Can you help me, my prince?” she asks as she jumps down from the shelf. 

“No-“

“Please!”

“Absolutely not-“

“You’re far much taller than me!” She says pointing at his height. 

Even as children, he has always been taller than her. 

Aemond sighs, knowing what he’s about to do. 

And he did it. 

Not for his own pride, but for her.

“Oh thank you!” She thanked him with a smile when he easily reached and took the book she’s looking for. The girl hugged the huge book in her arms. “It wasn’t a big deal, whatever,” Aemond says, acting nonchalant while he dusts off his clothes. “It is though, I wouldn’t have been able to reach that book if you weren’t here!” She says with a bright smile.

Heat rose up to his cheeks. No one ever ‘relied’ on him before. 

“Biarvose,” he muttered under his breath, not wanting her to know. But she heard him and tilted her head with curiosity. “Are you speaking high valyrian? It sounds lovely! Can you teach me?!” She asks cheerfully.

“What, no I’m not-“

“Please! I want to at least learn something new!” The girl says excitedly. Before he could answer, she grabbed his arm and dragged him to their seats in front of the fireplace. “I’m a fast learner, I promise!” She says as she sits down beside him with a smile.

Can’t believe he’s doing this.

But…it felt nice. The way she wanted him to teach her. She could’ve asked Aegon or Daeron…yet she chose him. 

“It’s…”

He mentioned her name. He liked how her name rolled off his tongue.

“…Tyrell, right?”

She nods. 

And since that day, and for the whole summer he taught her high valyrian in the library. Word by word, he was patient to teach her. He hates to admit it but she actually was a fast learner. 

She was his first true friend.

She was the first person who makes him feel like he has a purpose in life. 

Until they took his eye.

Just a year after he knew her, by the time he turned 10 he had claimed Vhagar, the largest and oldest dragon in Westeros. But for a price, which was his eye.

He became the same boy who hated the world. 

Never came back to oldtown or any places except the red keep. Afraid what the world might say about him. How ugly he looked with his scar, one of his eye missing, but most of all he was afraid of what SHE might say about him. Afraid of rejection, how she’ll stop spending time with him.

His thoughts were interrupted when his mother came inside his chambers. Bringing in the young Tyrell. 

“Aemond, she’s here to see you,” Alicent says, in a slight pleading tone. For he has shut himself out from the world when the maester stitched him. It hurts and it will hurt even more if he knew that all that people will see in him was a monster. 

“Go away,” he says coldly, his chair facing away from the door.

“Are you feeling any better?” Her sweet gentle voice asks as Alicent has her arm around the little girl.

Sometimes he just wants to run and hug her for comfort. For she was his escape from this cruel world. Her optimism makes him alive. He didn’t want to lose that.

“I said go away,” his hands gripped the arms of the chair.

“I brought you-,”

“I SAID GO AWAY!” He shrieks, stepping down from his chair and throwing his cup at her direction as he turns around, accidentally showing her his scar. His true self.

Alicent quickly tried to shield the young girl as she screamed. Shielding her from him.

From him.

“Aemond!” Alicent scolded her son. 

Yet his mother’s scolding didn’t matter to him. He saw his friend’s…his only friend terrified expression. He scared her. He hurt her. Just like how the world hurt him.

He took a step back. 

“I…I’m sorry,” he says lowly before returning to his chair.

He wanted to cry. But it hurts if he does.

Then he heard slow and tiny footsteps.

And she…she placed a toy dragon at the table. As her hands tremble. 

“I carved Vhagar for you…father taught me how to carve.”

The young girl says bravely. Yet Aemond wasn’t brave enough to meet her eyes. Not after he hurt her. So he says nothing. 

“Get well soon, my prince,” she curtsied and hurriedly returned to the Queen. Leaving him alone in his cold and empty room. Only the sound of crackling fire filled the room. Aemond loved silence but this time…he hated it. 

So he reached out, taking the wooden figure of his dragon into his hands. And by the time Queen Alicent returned to his chambers, she found her son asleep in his chair.

Holding the little dragon in his hands, close to his chest.

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Back at that party, I was all over her

The death of Prince Lucerys Velaryon was at his fault and he couldn’t deny it any more. 

Kinslayer. Thats what they call him now.

His betrothal to one of Borris Baratheon’s daughter came to an end once Vhagar snapped her sharp teeth onto Vermax’s body. No one wanted to marry a Kinslayer.

A crippled and a kinslayer. 

What a fucking combo. 

But he firmly believed that everything that has happened to him was meant to be. Because if it weren’t for it, he wouldn’t be shaped as he is now. And he has to be better. Every sword training, every lessons, and at every war..he must be the best.

But that little boy inside of him still clings onto him till this very day.

Especially when his mother mentioned her name.

For he shall now marry her to strengthen the allieagance between their house and the Tyrells. They needed this. And he shall do it for them. 

He convinced himself it wasn’t personal and he doesn’t wish to meet her and just arrange the marriage ceremony. Secretly afraid for what she’ll think of him now.

A kinslayer, a cripple…a monster.

For they have not met again since that very night in his chambers. 

And when he saw her gain at the grand sept for their wedding, may the gods help him. 

She has grown into a woman. Not a young child anymore. 

She smiled to her family, giving them a nervous thin smile. 

Does he makes her nervous?

Does he scare her?

The ceremony was done in the sept. Not a grand wedding like any royal ceremony would be for they are at war and it’s ignorant if they host a grand wedding in the midst at war.

He couldn’t help but to stare how different she is now. How reserved and mature her body language is as she gracefully walks around with her long dress dragging through the cold stones of the sept. She was…beautiful.

“My prince,” she says as she curtsied. Even her voice has changed. Now it felt as if honey were dripping down her tongue.

“My Lady,” he greets back stoically. Not wanting her or anyone to read his mind. 

“How are you, my prince?” she whispers as the ceremony begins. Still making small talk as always, yet he yearns for it. He’s deeply grateful that she still wants to talk to him. Yet it has been awhile since he properly talked to her, it made him nervous. “I am well,” he whispers back. His healthy eye looked into hers as they were pronounced husband and wife. He finds nothing but nostalgia in her eyes. She is just how he remembered her.

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We didn't make out or do anything

I just remember I was lonely

He didn’t like the idea of a bedding ceremony.

Where people would see him…and her.

It’s unnatural…and unfitting. 

So he ordered for the bedding ceremony not to be done. But he promised that he shall take her that night and they can inspect the bedsheets in the morning.

When he stepped into her chambers, he found her anxiously standing beside the bed. A weird tense atmosphere swept the room. 

“I..,” she wants to speak.

“I would like to say thank you for…not letting the bedding ceremony to happen-“

What is this? Does she not want everyone to see us together?

His anxious mind and overthinking took power over him.

“Who said it was done for you?” He snapped at her as he closed the door. 

Shit. He did it again.

And she was quiet once more.

I scared her again.

“But…still…I still want to thank you…my pr-“

“Husband,” he sternly says walking past her.

“Pardon?” 

He took a jug filled with wine and poured it onto his empty cup. He at least needed a cup of wine if he wanted to bed her right.

“I am your husband now, am I not?” He asks, not looking at her. 

“Oh yes…husband,” she says with a nod, fiddling her skirt.

Aemond turned around and took off his attire and was left with his tunic, yet she just stood there beside the bed, not being able to move. 

She was nervous.

He looked at her, unsure what he should do. Should he comfort her? Should he take her quickly so they didn’t have to endure this pain together? No- no no no he didn’t want to hurt her.

Then he saw her slowly opening her nightgown. Her hands trembling like when he hurt her as a child. She slips her nightgown over his chest-.

It’s been awhile since he saw a woman’s body.

The last time was…..was…

“Stop.”

She curiously looked up to him, only halfway through from being naked. “I-is there something wrong?-.”

“No,” he quickly answered, looking down with shame.

Yes. There is something wrong.

When Aegon took him to that brothel…at the age of 13..he…he couldn’t- it scarred him. 

She’s not like them. She’s not like that whore.

It’s only her, it’s just her!

His mind battling inside his head as he stood at the other side of the bed. He blamed Aegon for ruining something that should be meaningful for a man and woman. Ruining something that should’ve been meaningful for him and her. He blamed the brothel, he blamed his brother, and foremost he blamed himself. 

He can’t bed her.

Not like this.

“We must…do our duty,” he says, trying to mask his insecurity and vulnerability in front of her. Trying to mask the same 13 year old boy who was terrified when he stepped into the brothel for the first time. 

He didn’t dare to look up. He didn’t want to see her being disgusted by hi-

“Yet you don’t want to,” her voice was gentle and kind. Not a hint of mockery at sight. 

“I-“

“I don’t want to do this either.”

He looks up, finding her shielding her chest with her nightgown. That sight aroused him terribly. He wanted to touch her, wanted to make her happy and satisfied. He wanted to make her smile. Yet he saw the same little girl that admired him as a child. He didn’t want to fuck her, he wanted to make love with her. 

But he didn’t know how to.

So he just…stood there. The two of them stood there and said nothing. 

Just as he thought all hope was lost, she puts on her nightgown and stepped away from the bed. 

She’s leaving.

She’s disgusted by me.

“What are you-.”

She took a butter knife and roughly slits her palm, letting blood drip to the bed. 

He stared at her.

“There. They’ll think I lost my maidenhead,” she says with a little smile plastered on her face. “No one will know.”

His eye drifts into her still bleeding palm. He groaned walking towards her, ripping a cloth and wrapped her bleeding palm with it. “Mittys,” he muttered under his breath. She chuckles, “You haven’t taught me that word yet.” 

And for the first time in a lifetime, a genuine amused smirk was plastered across his face. “Stay still,” he ordered, tightening the cloth on her palm. 

When he was done, she gazed up at him for a moment. “How long has it been?” She suddenly asked. “I have not been counting,” Aemond replied, still holding her scarred hand. She slowly then pulled him to bed, sitting down. “You must stay for awhile. Or else they’d be suspicious.” 

Gods be good.

She was too kind for him. 

And he joined her, laying on the bed side by side. He wonders if she’s still afraid of him as their hands brushed against each other. He never realized how much he craved for her touch. Wondering what it feels like to be held by her. Would she be gentle? Or would she push him away? 

“Usōven,” he muttered, looking at her. Apologizing for that night.

She turned her head to look at him. And smiled.

“I forgive you.”

-

I guess I am always, it's not a problem

It's just something, I got used to it

It got worse.

His yearning for her.

He was afraid to touch her, for he did not want to touch her like a whore. She was his equal. He didn’t want to hurt her.

So he lets all of his frustration to Madame Sylvie. He was attached to her even before his wife returned to his life, yet her presence made him worse. With the war…and his guilt for the death of Lucerys…and now the presence of her…it frustrates him. Every single time he fucks that whore, he thinks of her. He imagined that it was her in bed.

Imagined that it was her holding him.

At Least he could keep her safe from him.

He didn’t mean for it to happen. He never meant for it to happen in the first place.

But when he returned from his sins back to his sacred sanctuary, he finds nothing but horror in the keep.

They murdered his nephew. 

Prince Jaehaerys. 

A son for a son.

It was his fault his nephews were dead. 

It was supposed to be him who’s dead. Whose head should be beheaded. Not his nephew. Not anyone. 

After inspecting his chambers, he rushed to his wife’s room. Finding her in bed, holding Helaena and Jaehaera as the three girls cried. He saw how terrified the three of them were, but he noticed how she cradled his sister and his niece. Whispering nothing but reassurance to them. “It’s okay, they’re gone now…you’re both safe,” he heard her. She has always taken care of Helaena and the kids well. 

Noticing his presence, his wife looked up, finding him unable to move from the doorway. She lets go of her grieving sister in law and niece as she walks to him. Her eyes were teary and red. 

Oh how he hates to see her cry.

He looks down at her, cupping her cheek with one hand.

“Where were you?” Her question rang through his ear as her voice cracked on the last word she spoke. Guilt consumed him- no. Guilt starts to eat him slowly but surely. Eating him alive as her wife, her sister, his niece, and his brother grieve for the death of the young innocent prince. He couldn’t say a word, instead hugging his wife tight as she cried into his chest. Sobbing loudly as the castle was filled with darkness. Not a light of hope in sight.

“No one will hurt you. I swear it to you. I’m here..i’m here,” he whispers to his wife as she cried.

He might’ve gotten used to the pain people put on him, but he realized that he would never ever get used to seeing her cry. 

He would never let anyone hurt her.

He would protect her from the cruel world.

Even from himself.

-

Every stranger makes me feel safer

And every person seems more beautiful

“I do regret that business with Luke, I lost my temper that day. I am sorry for it.”

“They used to tease me, y’know? Because I was different.”

He knew he should be seeking comfort from his wife, but he couldn’t. As much as she makes him feel like him…he was still afraid his wife would see right through him. To judge him. So he couldn’t. Not to her. 

He feels safer in the arms of a whore, who has no power over him. While his wife, she had all the power to control him if she could. 

Nights went on and he sneaked out secretly. And no one knew. He was safe. His secret was safe.

Until Aegon…had to ruin everything like he always did.

Humiliating him was always his brother’s hobby.

Blinded with anger, he stomps and storms back to the keep. Wanting his brother and the world to disappear. He wanted to be alone. He hated everything. Yet he didn’t realize that a certain someone was still awake.

Closing Helaena’s bedroom door, lady Tyrell exits the queen’s bedroom for Helaena finds comfort from her sister in law. Just as she wanted to call it a night, she’s standing face to face with no other than her husband.

“Aemond,” she says in surprise.

He froze. He didn’t know what to say. All the rage and humiliation were gone in an instant. His face was covered with guilt and fear. “Wife,” he answered with a hint of anxiety dripping down his tongue.

“Where have you been?” She chuckled, thinking that he was just out for a walk or something. In her mind, she would never ever even think that Aemond would be doing things like that behind her back. 

Aemond stiffened, unable to answer. Before his brother always had to ruin the show.

“Look who it is!” Aegon says as his kingsguard follows behind him. “Your husband here…well, how do I say it..ah yes, was in the whore house, dear sister,” Aegon cackles, nudging Aemond’s arm before earning a hard punch from Aemond. 

He saw red. He saw red in his eyes. He hated his brother. He hates him. He should’ve shut up. He never should’ve brought him to that place in the first place, he should’ve never returned to that place!-

“What..?” His wife’s voice slightly trembled.

Even when Aegon was in pain on the ground, he cackled. Obviously still drunk. “You heard me! He was fucking that whore like a hound!” Aegon continues to say and starts to make howling sounds. 

Aemond saw how she started to grip her nightgown, her hands trembling. Her eyes were teary, not wanting to cry.

He disappointed her.

Disappointing the only person who has faith in him.

“I…I must go…sleep well your grace and….husband,” she says nervously as she curtsied at the two brothers before walking away. 

He watched her walk away. Not daring to chase after her or call out her name. He wouldn’t dare, for he knew he disappointed her deeply. He hurt her again. Like how he did as a child. And now he’s sure she won't come back to him. This was the start of him losing her.

-

She hasn't talked to him since then. What used to be civil and peaceful. Her small talks and smiles weren’t present at his presence. She avoided him at all times. To the point where enough was enough. He couldn’t live like this. He needed her to talk to him. He doesn’t want his marriage to end like his father and his mother. He cares for her…he…he…he loves her.

And when he blinks, he finds himself standing in front of her chamber doors one morning. 

He knocked gently.

“Come in,” he heard her sweet voice that he missed from her room. 

When he enters, he received her sad and surprised expression.

“Husband,” she greeted stoically, looking away.

He then realized how her closet was wide open and empty. Her clothes scattered on the bed as he saw her stuffing her dresses onto her..

“What’s this?!” He protested.

“Mother said it’s not safe for me to be in kings landing. War is coming and…I must go home,” she says in a sad tone.

His heart sank deep hearing her words.

She’s leaving.

She’s leaving him.

“You are not going anywhere,” he insisted, roughly taking dresses out of her hands. 

“Aemond-“

“Not on my sight!-“

“But Aemond-!”

“You are safe here! With me! With Vhagar!” He exclaims roughly, taking out of her dresses from her trunk. 

“Aemond, stop it!”

Yet Aemond does not answer. 

“I will keep you safe. Vhagar will keep you safe, no one will never hurt you-“

“But you did!”

Silence.

Gods, he hated the silence between them.

“You don’t understand,” he grunts as he grips the bedsheets. “How can I understand if you never let me in?!” She protested, tears streaming down from her eyes. He doesn’t even want to look at her. He didn’t want to see her cry.

“See? You wouldn’t even look at me! You wouldn’t touch me, you wouldn’t kiss me, you…,” she points out. 

Aemond sighs in defeat. 

It was all his fault.

But then he roughly took off his eyepatch, towering over her, gripping her wrist as he showed his sapphire eye to her. “And would you? Would you touch this monster, hm? Kiss this husband of yours who’s the reason why two innocent boys are killed? The reason why this war STARTED IN THE FIRST PLACE?!” 

She flinched.

She closed her eyes, scared…waiting for him to do something to her.

It broke him. 

“I…I..forgive me, I..,” Aemond lowers down his voice and hand, releasing her. Now guilt and shame has finally eaten him whole. He hurt her. Again and again. She deserved better. 

Then came a knock on the door.

“Sorry for interrupting, my prince but..the council awaits your presence,” A guard said to him.

“I’ll be there.”

-

Aemond took his time and walked out of her chambers with her as her trunks were carried out from her room. It was present how there’s a gap between them. He wanted to hold her hand terribly, but he couldn’t. Not after what he did to her.

He felt how people were looking. Eyes on them as they walked through the halls of the red keep. He tried one more time to reach his pinky finger to hers but when they touched, she pulled her hand away to rub her other arm. 

He lost her.

He probably never had her in the first place.

When they reached her carriage, he didn’t want to tear his eyes from her. 

“I would, y’know?” She suddenly says with her gentle voice.

“Pardon?”

“I would…kiss and touch you,” she repeats. “The monster you said of…is still my husband. You’re still my husband,” she emphasizes.

Her words touched him somewhere in the deepest parts of his heart that no one has touched before. It made him frozen and unable to move a single muscle or bone in his body.

“I know that I am not what you needed, and I know that I’m nothing to you-.”

She was terribly wrong. How wrong she was. She meant the world to him.

She was…everything to him.

“I hope you will find what you’re looking for in the future.”

He didn’t want anyone but her.

They looked back and saw people watching.

They’re waiting.

They’re watching.

She has always been far much braver than him. So she walked back to him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, just beneath his eye patch. Beneath his scar. 

“Geros ilas, my love…avy jorrāelan,” she whispered to him before pulling away and stepping into her carriage without looking back.

And little did Aemond know, that will be the last time he would ever get to see her. 

In his heart, he blamed the world again. 

He blamed his brother.

He blamed everyone and everything that took her away from him.

Maybe in another life, the war wouldn’t have happened, Aegon wouldn’t have took him to the brothel, Lucerys didn’t take his eye, and maybe.. he could hold her like a normal person would. Maybe they’d have children…and maybe…maybe she’d stay. 

But right now, he walks back to the keep to assemble their army. To rook’s rest. To prove his brother and the whole world. To win this war.

For her. 

a/n: Hello everyone! I’m Alice and thank you so much for reading! Fyi I used to write on tumblr but my old account was like semi suspended? Idk I couldn’t interact with people, I couldn’t comment on people’s post so now I’m here and uhh hi🥹I hope you enjoy this one shot and I’m only gonna write fics mainly about the Ewanverse so you’re in for a ride🫶🏻🤗 I’m gonna write more in the future and thank you for sticking around until the end of this fic! Thank you once againnn💞💞

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