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Seeing Aemond’s Sapphire for the First Time

The daughter of Princess Rhanerya is betrothed to Prince Aemond, and she sees his sapphire eye for the first time. Instead of being frightened she tells him how beautiful he is, surprising both Aemond and their families.

You stood in front of the mirror in your chambers, taking in your image. You wore a beautiful ruby gown that hugged your form well before billowing out to your feet, with a slit in the front revealing a beautiful golden skirt. The red of your gown was accented with embroidered patterns of golden thread and had long flowing sleeves. Your dark hair was plaited in a loose braid down your back, with golden ribbons woven in, and a golden circlet sitting on your brow with a small ruby sitting at its center, matching earrings dangling from your ears.

           As you sat taking in your appearance, you hear a gentle yet firm knock sound at your door. Your maid excused herself from your side to answer the door. When she did, you caught the awaiting man’s eye through the mirror. You stared at him through your mirror, taking in his appearance. He wore his usual black leather attire, which formed to his body, accenting his muscular form. He had his silver blonde hair partially pulled back into a half updo to keep the strands from his face, while still allowing his long locks to cascade down his slender back. You brought your gaze from his attire to his face, slender and smooth with a scar jutting from under his eye patch, across his left eye. His only imperfection. Yet you found this imperfection to be absolutely perfect. His scar, thought to be a deformity to the other ladies at court, was one of your favorite aspects of your uncle, Prince Aemond, one that etched his strength into his cream-colored skin, the strength to adapt and endure.

           “Are you ready, my love?” Aemond asked, as he entered your chambers, walking up behind you and extending his hand in your direction.

           “I am.” You reply, turning to face him and taking his offered hand in yours.

           Your betrothed escorted you to the dining hall, both of you talking animatedly about whatever came to mind, joking and laughing together as you walked. When your family returned to King’s Landing to celebrate your betrothal, you flabbergasted both your families and the lords of the court by how quickly you gained Aemond’s favor. It was no secret that he detested the idea of marriage, but he quickly warmed to the idea after your reacquaintance. You were not like the other ladies at court. Where they preferred to gossip, you preferred to expand your knowledge through books. Where they preferred to spend countless hours indoors practicing embroidery and perfecting their posture and etiquette, you preferred to be outdoors training, in secret, with a sword or hunting in the nearby woods. Where they preferred to observe art, you preferred making it. Rather than be docile, poised, and gentle. You were fierce, sarcastic, and fun-loving, and you did not care what the snobby nobles of the Red Keep thought of you. This is what Aemond loved about you. He loved being able to have intelligent conversations with you, he loved your art, he loved taking you on hunts and watching you out do nearly every man that accompanied the two of you, but, most of all, he loved that you never showed an ounce of fear when in his company.

           The pair of you arrive at the dining hall after your short trek through the corridors and find your families, aside from his father, your grandfather, the king, sitting around the long ornate table. A large ornate chair sits empty at the center of the table, where the king shall sit upon his arrival. To the right of this chair sits your mother, Princess Rhaenrya, her husband Daemon at her side. Your brothers, Jacaerys and Lucerys, sat at the end, and your sisters and cousins, Baela and Rhaena, sat across from them, facing away from the door. To the left of the king’s chair sat Queen Alicent, her father sitting to her left. Across from them sat Prince Aegon and his wife and sister Helaena.

           Aemond, still holding your hand, guides to the left side of the table, where two chairs sit empty at the end. After you both bow to the queen, Aemond pulls out the chair nearest his grandfather, Otto Hightower, gesturing for you to take your seat as he pushes your seat in for you. Aemond joins you at the table and the chatter resumes.

           After a few moments, the doors swing open again, and the king, Viserys Targaryean walked in. As he walked to the table, those of you around the table rose from your seats and bowed as he passed, walking to his seat. The king took his seat and gestured for everyone to retake their seats. Once everyone was seated, servants swarmed the table, bringing forth dishes and delicacies of all sorts, and the musicians that had been sitting in the corner struck up a gentle tune. The chatter resumed all across the table, the Greens and Blacks intermingling peacefully, thanks to the newfound inheritance agreement that stated that Rhaenyra would inherit the throne and then Aemond after her, your betrothal to him finalizing the compromise.

           You chatted happily with your mother and future mother-in-law, discussing wedding plans, the dress you would wear, and how nervous and excited you were for the occasion. Aemond sat idly by, inserting his input every so often, when prompted, and watching you talk animatedly with your mothers about your impending nuptials, admiring your beauty, drinking in every detail. He watched as your sapphire like eyes glowed in the candlelight, the way your nose crinkled in laughter, and how your smile shone brighter than the sun. You felt his gaze on you, so you turned and met his eye. You held his gaze, sending him a small smile. He returned your smile with one of his own and moved his hand to grip your hand in a warm and gentle hold. He moved his thumb along your knuckles in a gentle caress and leaned in to place a small kiss on your cheek. You giggle and turn away playfully before turning back and meeting his gaze once again, bringing your free hand up to cup his cheek running your thumb under the eyepatch covering his scar.

           “So, niece,” Aegon began, having seen the tender moment between you and Aemond and wanting nothing more than to disrupt it, “how have you faired being betrothed to someone so… deformed?” The question brought the talk around the table to a sudden halt, and the gentle tone from the musicians’ instruments fizzled out as the atmosphere became tense.

           “Aegon!” Queen Alicent hissed, readying herself to reprimand her eldest child. “You will apologize for such a question!” she demanded.

           “No, it’s alright, my queen.” You interjected, readying your sharp tongue and turning a steely gaze on your uncle. “Perhaps that question is better suited for Helaena, dear uncle. After all she is the one who had to marry you.” You quip back, in unrelenting anger that he would dare insult your love so. The table erupting in suppressed giggles at your taunt.

           “Hmm, clever,” Aegon hummed, a red blush of embarrassment blossoming across his cheeks, “But, do you not find his scar frightening? Does the sight of it not keep you from sleep and haunt you in your dreams?”

           You were seething in your seat, your grip tightening on the hand that still held yours. A silent reassurance to Aemond that the propaganda spewing from Aegon’s mouth was not how you felt. “Actually, uncle,” you began, barely containing your anger, “I find my betrothed to be the most handsome man in all of Westeros. Men like you cannot hope to compare to my dragon.”

           “You must not have seen him without his patch.” Aegon taunted, causing Aemond to stiffen.

           “No, but my opinion shall remain the same when he chooses to show me.” You say with determination and finality lacing your words, drawing your conversation to a close, as Aemond relaxed next to you. Supper continued in awkward silence, with you still seething in your seat and Aemond trying to sooth your fury.

Slowly, conversation began to flow again, with the music returning to help it along. You leaned into Aemond’s strong and lean form, reveling in his warmth. Your rage being subsumed by the comfort he provides.

Supper concluded shortly after, everyone eager to escape the awkwardness that still lingers in the air. You stood from your seats preparing to say goodnight. For the first time, since supper began, you parted from Aemond to hug your mother and father goodnight, before turning and doing the same with your siblings. As you were locked in your elder brother’s embrace, you hear a sharp clatter from behind and scuffle of feet. You startle at the sound, turning to see what caused it. You find Aegon standing, his hand above his head with Aemond’s leather eyepatch dangling from his grasp. He had leap forward when Aemond went to hug his mother goodnight and ripped the material from his head, the altercation sending plates and goblets falling from the table.

You stood there, stock still as you took in your betroth’s uncovered face. You had seen his injury many times, but you had never seen this. He had embedded a bright, beautiful sapphire in the place of his left eye, and it was beautiful. You stood staring at him in awe. He met your gaze before swiftly turning away, a deep shame and insecurity filtering down to his bones. He could not bare to see your surely frightened gaze as you looked at him.

Sensing his thoughts, you walked slowly towards him, ignoring the uncertain looks coming from everyone else in the room. You came to a stand still in front of him, his face still turned away from you. You reached up and gently took his face in your hands, turning his gaze back to yours. He met your gaze hesitantly, fearing your reaction. You offered him a gentle smile.

“You are beautiful.” You said, sincerity reigning in your voice as you looked on the man you called yours, your gaze never leaving his. “So, utterly beautiful.”

He stared at you; shock etched into his features at your statement. Not knowing what to say he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, pressing you tightly into him. He held you against him afraid that he would release you and discover that your kind words had been a figment of his imagination, an illustration of his hope concocted by his mind to fool him. But, when you pulled away, you still held that gentle and reassuring gaze, as you moved your hand to caress the skin under his sapphire before leaning up to kiss where your thumb had been. He leaned his forehead against yours with shaky gasp of relief escaping his lips as he falls deeper in love with you at your acceptance of him for all that he was.

Your families stood watching the tender moment take place. Shock finding a permanent home on their faces at your words. No lady that had ever been exposed to Aemond’s sapphire had ever reacted in such a way. Their shock melted away into happiness at your love for Aemond, smiles dawning on all their faces, with the exception of Aegon, whose face contorted into sneer as he stormed out of the room, throwing Aemond’s eyepatch to the floor.

You smirked watching him go. You pull away from your embrace, taking your love’s hand and pulling him from the room to your chambers where you show him just how beautiful you find his sapphire, his eyepatch long forgotten on the floor of the dining hall.

- P.B.

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Tommy’s Sorrow

Summary: You are Tommy Shelby’s oldest child. A daughter born to him as the result of one night of passion. You two were close before the war, but once he returned from France, he grew distant. The distance grew to its max when he married Grace and had Charlie. He began neglecting you and excluding you from family outings. He was oblivious to his actions towards you, but you felt a void in your heart only your father could fill. He notices you though when you are shot protecting Charlie during a party in your home. I DO NOT OWN THE PEAKY BLINDERS OR ANY CHARACTERS.

You walked into the party and began searching for your family. You found sitting together huddled in a group by the fireplace. They were talking to one another, sharing laughs, sipping whiskey, and enjoying their time together. The sight broke your heart, for it just reiterated to you that you were never a real member of the Shelby family. In your mind, you were nothing more than Thomas Shelby’s bastard daughter. A daughter he seemed to forget all about once he was granted the family he always longed for, a family that sadly excluded you. You took one more look at the happy family. You caught sight of your father holding baby Charlie in his lap, with his beautiful wife Grace sitting by his side. You could not stop yourself from thinking about how happy they all looked together. You sighed and walked away. You went to the refreshments table. You grabbed a glass of wine and a small pastry to snack, while you awaited dinner.

“What’s the matter?” a voice you recognized as your best friend Isaiah Jesus’, asked coming up behind you.                                                                    “Nothing, what makes you think anything is wrong?” you asked, obviously lying.   “I’d know that look on your face anywhere. Now tell me the truth, what’s wrong?” Without one word, you turned your gaze down, and cast it over to your family all sitting together happily.                                                                                     “Oh. I see,” he said, understanding. This is not the first time you had come to him with these troubles that orbit your mind. “Well, let’s not worry about that tonight. Instead, why don’t we dance?” he said, holding out his hand to you just as a new song began to play.

 You giggled and grabbed his hand. He led you to the dance floor and you two began dancing. It went on like this for several songs, the two of you dancing, laughing, and talking about anything and everything with one another. Eventually, you forgot all your troubles and all your woes, as you twirled and swayed throughout the room, in the arms of your best friend. Until the dreaded sound of a gunshot dispersed across the room. People began rushing out in a panic, and pretty soon anyone who was not a Shelby or a blinder had seemingly vanished. The men of your family and the few blinders that were in attendance moved to defend against the threat. As they got closer, men hidden in the shadows sprang forth and fought to pin every blinder to the ground, the Shelby women were brought to stand beside them. The leader of this small militia stepped forward, gun still pointed high in the air.

"You should be dead." you heard your father utter. In confusion, everyone's attention turned to the silhouette emerging from the depths of the shadows. The figure now standing tall in the light could be identified as Billy Kimber, a man your father supposedly killed years ago. "Nice surprise, wasn't it?" Kimber said, smirking, "I barely survived after you shot me. I got to tell you it hurt like Hell, so I've decided to take that pain and pay it forward." Kimber sais, staring directly into your father's eyes. Your father's gaze hardened, he refused to be intimidated, "What are you gonna do? Shoot me?" "No. Shooting you isn't enough. You're not afraid to die. No, I'm gonna take from you something you hold near and dear to your heart. I'm gonna kill your boy." Upon hearing those words, the man closest to Kimber moved forwards. You watched as he inched closer to Grace, who held Charlie tight against her chest, sobbing and begging for her son to be spared. But, her pleas fell on deaf ears as Charlie was snatched from her grasp and moved the center of the room. At this point all the Shelbys' had all been restrained, and held even tighter, making it impossible to reach Charlie.

 All except you, who had not been perceived as a threat. And the moment you saw Kimber point his gun at your little brother's head, you sprang into action. You broke away from the man gripping your wrists and dashed to Charlie, as the gun erupted. You grabbed Charlie and held him close to you, and felt searing hot pain explode through your back as the bullet connected with your body. You lost breath, for a moment, the pain taking hold of your very being, before feeling a second bullet claw its way through your skin. You heard Kimber chuckle, " At least, I got one of 'em." You heard gun clatter to the floor and as if on cue, his men yielded, stepping back with their hands in the air. The Shelbys' lunged into action. Many went to deal with Kimber and his men, while your father, Grace, and Isaiah approached. Grace took Charlie from your hands, and now feeling that Charlie was safe you allowed yourself to collapse. Tommy and Isaiah both desperate to catch you lay you down gently. They tried to capture your attention, pleading with you to stay awake, but you were too far gone, you had lost too much blood, and as you lay there, the last sight to ever grace your eyes, was the sight of your father weeping for his daughter.

When your eyes opened again, you found yourself in a hospital room. As you moved, to sit up, a sharp radiated throughout your back and immediately stopped in your movements, opting to just lay still. It was then you felt a hand tightly gripping your own. You looked to the right and saw your father, laying hunched over with his head resting on the bed near your hip, with his right hand clutching your left hand as they both rest in your lap. He had never looked so exhausted. His eyes were dark, cheeks tear-stained, and shook as if having a horrid dream. If an effort to soothe him, you the fingers of your right hand to his hair and began stroking it gently. Back and forth your hands went and the longer they moved the calmer your father became. Your fingers ran through his hair, for what seemed forever, contenting both you and Tommy, before the lids of his eyes raised. He felt the hand moving in his hair and shot up, his gaze finding you in an instant. His breath shuddered and he reached out to cup your face with his unoccupied hand. His lips trembled and the tears in his eyes started to fall anew. "Hey, Snowflake," Tommy said, using the nickname he gave you when you were born that faithful December day. "You scared me, jumping in front of a gun like that." Upon hearing that everything came rushing back, and you suddenly remembered the gun being pointed at Charlie. You sat up despite the pain in every move and the resistance that your father provided, trying to lay you back down. "Charlie. Is- is he okay?" you asked, rushed and panting from the movements that your body was too weak to handle.   "He's fine. His big sister saved him." he said, smiling at you. "Thank goodness." you responded, laying back down in relief.  

Shortly after the small conversation with your father, the doctor entered the room and began explaining your predicament. Because of the severity of your injury, you had to undergo surgery to repair your body and extract the bullet. You proceeded to sleep for five days after. The doctor also informed you that you were free to leave now that you were awake, so long as someone changed your bandages every few hours and assisted in day to day activities, such as bathing, changing clothes, and most other things, until you were well enough to do them yourself. Upon hearing this news, you and your father released the breaths you were holding.

Once the doctor brought your release forms you were free to go. Your father drove you home,  choosing the smoothest rodes to return and being extra careful on twisting roads with sharp turns. Once you made it home, you found your whole family waiting for you. When they heard you enter the building, each one of them rushed you, giving you gentle hugs and kisses and making sure you knew they were glad you were awake and how relieved they were that you are okay. They shrouded you with love and get well soon gifts. Eventually, your father had to pry everyone off you to lead you up the stairs to your bedroom.  When you got to your bedroom, your father assisted you in laying down in the bed. He went as far as tucking you in like he did when you were five. He sat next to you on the bed once you had settled and claimed your right hand, gripping between both of his and bringing it up to his mouth to place a kiss on your fingers. Tommy had never felt so grateful to have you there with after almost losing you. "I love you, (Y/N). Do you know that? I love you so much. And seeing you bleeding out and still like that,  that night, I had never felt such fear before. Not even in France, when I was fighting for my life." he said in a gentle and broken voice, tears beginning to flow from his eyes once again.  "Isaiah told me how you've been feeling. Left out, ignored, I promise... I swear to you that I'll never let you feel like that again. So, please, never do anything like this again. Next time, leave the savin' to us Blinders, alright. No more jumping in front of guns. Promise?" "We'll see," you replied smirking at your father, "it depends on who the gun's pointed at. If it was you or anyone in the family, I'd jump in front of a thousand guns to save you. I love you." you told, cupping his face with your free hand. He began shaking his head, "Don't say that. If this incident was to repeat, I don't think I'd make it through it. I can't lose you. Watching my little girl fight for her life like that nearly destroyed me. I was inconsolable. I didn't sleep or eat for days. I didn't move from your bedside. I was too afraid that you leave me when I was gone." You freed your hand from your father, and opened your arms wide, inviting him to ly with you. He crawled beside you and wrapped you tightly in his arms.  "You'll never lose me." you whispered into his ear. And as the two you laid there, you both drifted to sleep, both finally feeling complete back in each other's arms.

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Infinity Daughter

Summary: You are Tony Stark’s daughter who was born with powers that match those of the infinity stones. What will happen when you lose your perfect control after discovering your father’s lifeless body on the battlefield?

I DO NOT own Avengers, you, or anything, but the scenario of the story.

You stood in on the battlefield panting and watching as Thanos’ army faded to dust around me. You knew that meant we had won. That somehow you and your teammates, were able to recreate the one ending that Doctor Strange spoke of. The one ending where the Avengers prevailed. 

You let out a sigh of relief, knowing you had won and went to find your father, so you could revel in your success. You around the battlefield looking for any sign of him, only stopping when you noticed the other Avengers all crowded around something... Or someone. You made your way over to only to discover that hidden behind the bodies of your friends and allies was the lifeless body of your father, with his wife Pepper Potts and your best friend Peter Parker already by his side. You examined him closer as you made your way over, ignoring the looks of pity you received from your companions. You saw the Infinity Stones, and, instantly, you knew what he had done. You now knew how severe the price for your victory was, and you were not sure if you could live with it.

“Dad?” you said, armed with a shaky voice and tear-filled eyes, whose dams would blow at any minute. You collapsed by his side and held his hand in yours, clutching it to your chest. Tears now flowed freely as you stared into his dull, which once housed life and mischief inside them. You could feel your owers beginning to grow erratic as you became unhinged, but you did not care, for the person, you love most was lying lifeless by your side. You clutched his hand tighter and released a wailing cry. And, now, unable to comprehend any form of control, your powers sprang to life, releasing surges of energy with each passing moment. You closed your eyes and continued to wail at the loss of your father, not fully realizing what you were accomplishing with your powers. All around time began to flow in reverse as your powers pulsed. The Avengers headquarters was repairing itself, flowing backward to before Thanos had even conceived the idea an attack. Your friends’ wounds stitched themselves shut. Everything around you was going in reverse. But, you paid it no mind and simply continued to shriek in your grief, until you felt the hand you had been holding squeeze your hand in return.

After feeling his movement, everything around you ceased. You opened your eyes, slowly, fearing you had hallucinated the feeling of his gentle squeeze. When your eyes opened all the way, you saw him. He was alive and looked as if he had never been dead, to begin with. He was sitting up, staring you directly in the eye. Before either, one of you could say anything however, you collapsed. The physical exertion from both the battle and the temporary loss of control, finally catching up with you. Tony caught you right before you hit the ground, and as he held you in his arms, you gave him a smile as your vision turned black.

* Two Days Later*

Your eyes lazily, and you turn your head from side to side, momentarily forgetting everything that had occurred after the battle was won. You sat up slowly in the bed you lay in, recognizing it as your own. As you stared around the room, wondering how it was possible to be here after the collapse of the headquarters, it came rushing back to you. You could see in your mind the image of your father lying dead on the ground and reviving before your eyes. That memory alone made you shoot out of bed and out of your room. You ran throughout the hallways searching everywhere that you could fathom him being. You had to know if what you remembered was real or a mere delusion cooked up by your grief-stricken mind. 

You searched and searched, and finally, you found him. He was standing with other Avengers in the living room area of the facility. As if he felt your presence, he looked right t you through the door. You walked forward into the room and rushed into his arms. Tears cascaded down your face as you gripped onto him. You felt him pull you tight against him. He held you as you cried, relieved that he was alive. But, how had he survived?

You pulled away quickly and stared into his eyes, and you said,” Dad. You’re alright. How are you alright? I mean, those stupid stones nearly killed Bruce, so how?” He stared at you, a look of pure confusion on his face, as he simply answered,” You. I’m alright because of you.” 

It was your turn to look confused. “Because of me?” you asked. You looked at everyone in the room, and they were all nodding their heads. You turned back to your father, silently asking him for an explanation Before your father had a chance to speak Doctor Strange stepped toward you. 

“ When saw Tony dead, you lost control of your powers. You reversed the time of everything around you,” he gestured to everyone in the room and to the room itself,” you restored the Avengers headquarters, and brought your father back from the dead.” You took in everything he said. You processed it all and began to shake your head. You would not believe it if the proof was not all around. Your father was standing next to you, in the Avengers headquarters, whose inhabitants lacked even the smallest scratch, despite the giant war they had just fought and won.

“ Tell her else she did.” Doctor Strange said, looking in your dad’s direction. You looked at him as well. “ What else did I do?” you asked your father.

“ Your power surge created six new Infinity Stones. You created six new Infinity Stones.” he said, pulling out a silver briefcase from under the table. He opened it up and inside you indeed find there to be the six rainbow stones, shining and beautiful. 

“ What are we going to do with them?” you asked, to no one in particular.

“ We were waiting for you to decide. We figured, you created them, you should decide their fate.”  your father explained to you. You nodded your head. You stood, staring at the stones, trying to decide what you wanted to do with them. You came to your conclusion moments later. 

“ We don’t destroy them, but we separate them.” you said to all the Avengers, as they stared at you confused. 

“What do you mean?” Steve spoke up from behind you.

“ We separate the stones amongst us. The Guardians will take and guard the Power Stone. The Mind Stone will be used to remake Vision. The Time Stone Will be returned to Doctor Strange. The Asgardians will watch over the Space Stone. I will implant the Reality Stone in Captain America’s Shield. And, I will protect the Soul Stone.” you told everyone. “If that’s okay with everyone?”

“It’s perfect, Lady Y/N.” Thor said.

“Yeah it is.” your dad said coming up behind her.

After everything was done and the Infinity Stones had been dispersed, you were curled up in your father’s arms on the couch in the living room, watching TV. Everyone else left the room hours ago, either to their bedrooms, their kingdoms, or their space ships in the stars. You turned to your father and stared at his face, relishing in the feeling of his grip pulling you into his waist and holding you tight. 

“Dad?” you said. 

“Yeah?” he responded, looking down and meeting your gaze. 

“ I’m glad your back. I love you.” you said, kissing his cheek, then snuggling deeper into his side. 

“ I love you too, kid.” he said, strengthening his grip on you and knowing that he will never have to let you go again.

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