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The Conqueror’s Daughter Part 2

Word count: 1542

“Mother, are you okay?” Aenys asks you.

“Yes I’m okay, just a bad dream” (Y/N) tells Aenys as he leaves you alone again.

(Y/N) looks back at Aenys as he leaves and she remembers when she found out she was pregnant five years into Maegor's ruling he had taken (Y/N) to bed many times always by force she would cry out for help and beg him to stop but nothing stopped him all he wanted was an heir but the gods were cruel to Maegor and his wife’s the day before Maegor's death (Y/N) found out she was pregnant and went to tell Maegor but found his lifeless body on the Iron Throne wrist cut and his blood flowing out till he bled to death and (Y/N) yelled out and the tears slowly began her brother was gone (Y/N) had ran up to Maegor’s body and tried to wake him up but it was no use (Y/N) left and had Aenys in secret and hide him away from everyone.

(Y/N) read over the letter that Arya Stark had sent her asking for her help that her father was imprisoned by the Lannisters (Y/N) told Aenys and they both got on (Y/N)’s dragons and flew to King's Landing to save Ned Stark and his daughters.

(Y/N) flew Shadow and Aenys flew Snow.

Kings Landing

(Y/N) flew over the Red Keep and land’s Shadow and walked into the Throne Room and pulled out her sword and pointed it at Joffrey.

“Where is Ned Stark and his daughter? I want them brought to me now! Or I’ll burn you and your family alive!” (Y/N) yells out at Joffrey.

“Dog bring Ned Stark and his daughters” Joffrey yells out.

Cersei and Jaime came running into the room and stopped as they saw (Y/N) with a sword pointed at their son.

Ned and Sansa and Arya are brought out and Aenys comes in and takes them out to the dragons and (Y/N) slap’s Joffrey in the face and turns to Cersei and Jaime.

“Control your bastard or next time I’ll burn him and your other two alive in front of you both” (Y/N) tells them and she sees the fear in their eyes as (Y/N) leaves the Red Keep.

(Y/N) tells Arya and Sansa to get on her dragon and Aenys takes Ned and they head North.

The North

Robb and Catelyn are out in the courtyard as Bran and Rickon play but stop when a loud roar is heard over their heads and they all get down and some run and scream to safety.

(Y/N) helps Sansa and Arya off Shadow and Aenys helps Ned off Snow and they all head over to the courtyard and Catelyn sees Ned and her daughters and she runs over to them and holds them and lets out a loud cry happy to see them safe and home Robb and Bran and Rickon look over and make their way over to their father and sisters and hug them tightly as they let tears fall and look over to see (Y/N) Targaryen and a young man with her.

“Thank you for helping save them and bringing them back home safely” Catelyn tells (Y/N).

“Your welcome and I’m happy to help your family and I’m sorry to hear about your son’s fall my lady” (Y/N) tells Catelyn.

“Thank you and I’m happy he’s awake and back with us again but someone tried to kill him when he was sleeping and the man tried with this dagger” Catelyn tells (Y/N) and shows her the dagger.

(Y/N) looks at the dagger and takes it and holds it close and lets out a small cry.

“This was my fathers he had it made so long ago it was passed down from heir to heir along with Aegon’s dream” (Y/N) tells them.

Inside the great hall (Y/N) puts the dagger in the fire and waits for it to heat up and shows Aenys the inspiration on the dagger.

“From my blood comes the prince that was promised and his will be the song of ice and fire” (Y/N) tells Aenys.

The Starks look at (Y/N) then at the dagger and see the inspiration and Robb looks up at you.

“What does it say?” Robb asks.

“It’s the reason why my father started his conquest of Westeros on DragonStone my father had a dream that terrified him in his dream he saw death and darkness coming from the North and he saw the darkness take over everything and everyone so he knew he had to stop the darkness so he and his sister wife’s flew to Westeros and started the conquest because he knew only a Targaryen can defeat the darkness and a Targaryen must sit the Iron Throne King or Queen” (Y/N) tells everyone the story.

“The White Walkers?” Bran asks (Y/N).

“Yes I suppose my father dreamt of the White Walkers” (Y/N) says.

Lady Stark has a room made for both you and Aenys as (Y/N) lay in bed she starts to toss and turn and yell out for her brothers Aenys comes in to check on (Y/N) and sees her calling out for his uncle.

“Aenys don’t leave me alone please stay a little longer I can’t lose you please” (Y/N) cry’s out in her sleep.

Aenys holds (Y/N)’s hand and tries to calm her as Robb walks by and asks Aenys if he needs some help.

Aenys tells Robb to watch over you; he needs to get something that will help you. Aenys gets on Snow and flies away.

“Aemond please don’t do this Rhaenyra will forgive you and Aegon and Helaena please I’m begging you stop this!” (Y/N) cries out as she sits up with tears streaming down her face and grabs the hand that was in hers tightly.

“Thank you for watching over me Robb” (Y/N) says smiling at him while her eyes are shut.

“How did you know it was me?” Robb asks (Y/N).

“Aenys whispers to me in Valerian and you don’t know the language” (Y/N) says smiling at him.

“Do you mind me asking what you were dreaming about?” Robb asks (Y/N).

“I don’t mind at all, I was dreaming of my family I dreamt of all the happiness and sadness and the heartbreak I had to watch my family tear each other apart all for the Iron Throne I dreamt of Aemond Targaryen he killed Rhaenyra’s son Lucerys I had begged him not to go but he went anyway and war broke out soon after and sweet Helaena’s son paid the price a son for son she throw herself from a high tower not long after Aegon burnt Rhaenyra alive in front of her son Aegon the younger Daemon had killed Aemond and he fell to his death I had to watch over little Aegon and he married Jaehaera Aegon and Helaena’s daughter then I saw my family fall apart again because the only thing that can destroy the house of the dragon was itself and that’s what they did” (Y/N) tells Robb as tears fall down your face and he wipes them away softly.

“I’m sorry you had to see your home and family destroyed” Robb tells (Y/N).

“Where did my son go?” (Y/N) asks Robb.

“He just told me to watch over you and he flew away” Robb tells (Y/N).

“I dreamt of you once I saw you start a war to free your father then I saw you and your mother get murdered by a house that was loyal to your father” (Y/N) tells Robb.

“I would have gone to war if that prick of a King beheaded my father” Robb tells (Y/N).

“That’s what I like about you Robb you have love and honor and care for your family” (Y/N) says as she holds his hand tightly.

(Y/N) brings Robb’s hand up to her lips and kisses it softly as he looks in your eyes but soon lets go as Aenys makes his way into the room with a box in his hand and gives it to (Y/N).

“I’ve brought you something that will calm you” Aenys tells (Y/N) as he leaves you and Robb alone in your room and closes the door.

(Y/N) opens the box and pulls out a wooden dragon that Aegon had carved for her and (Y/N) looks closer and sees her father and mother’s crowns in the box and (Y/N) lets all the tears fall.

“What is that?” Robb asks (Y/N) as he sees her holding something.

“It’s a wooden dragon my father carved out for me along with his and my mothers crowns” (Y/N) says as she shows Robb the item in the box.

“Can I ask you something?” Robb asks (Y/N).

“What do you want to know?” (Y/N) asks him.

“What was your father like?” Robb asks (Y/N).

“He was ….” (Y/N) starts to say.

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Let the Games Begin

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Fem!Reader

Written: January 5th, 2021

Posted: January 5th, 2021

Warning: None.

Word Count: 482

Winter Is Coming Masterlist

"But Aslan-”

“No.” Aslan spoke before letting out a roar. “And that’s final. There’s no need to bring it up again.”

He walked away, leaving you behind frozen in place.

Sighing, you knew he was right that his intentions were only pure. Letting out a frustrated huff, you made your way back to your quarters. Getting ready for bed, you wracked your brain as you attempted to come up with a solution. Your sister wouldn’t be too pleased.

The next day, you woke up at dust. Getting dressed you chose your favorite outfit. Walking out of your room you were wearing black skin clad pants, Your knees comforted by your black knee high boots. As you walked down the corridors, your black shoulder cape lightly swung behind you, while the chain it was connected to hung firm across your shoulder and waist. Your black tunic, dress swinging with each step you took. Your hair clad in braids.

Once you arrived to the dragon infirmary, you were greeted by screeches along with small balls of fire.

Your sister, Daenerys, was seen as their mother, while they saw you as their fun aunt that let them get away with anything. 

Giggling, you made yourself comfortable on the ground before you were swarmed by dragons, each wanting your attention and love.

Hours flew by like minutes.

“There you are!” Daenerys voice rang through the infirmary.

“Uh-Oh.” You whispered to the small dragon you were holding. “Looks like we’re in trouble.” 

Letting out a small squawk, it climbed up your arm to your shoulder allowing it to nuzzle the side of your face. Giggles escaped your lips.

“Have you been here the whole day?”

You smiled. “I have.”

Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Do you want to  talk about what happened yesterday?” She questioned, moving to sit on the ground in front of you.

“Not really.” You let out a frustrated sigh, as Dragons made themselves comfortable in the small space between you.

“I think you should do it.” She shrugged.

“Why’s that?”

“They need you.”

“And you don’t?” You quipped raising an eyebrow.

“That’s not what I mean.” She sighed, rolling her eyes.

You hummed.

“Their home is being threatened. They need help from the best.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, I can hold down the fort while you go help them defend their home.” She spoke, nuzzling a small dragon she was holding.

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“This is Y/N, of House Targaryen.” Aslan spoke to Four kings and queens of Narnia. 

Gazing at the small group, you couldn’t help but stare at the eldest. He had dirty blond hair, with capturing ocean eyes.

Once his gaze locked with yours, you immediately dropped your gaze to the ground as you felt heat dance along your cheeks. Butterflies erupting and twisting in your stomach.

“We’re glad you’re here, Y/N. We desperately need your help.”

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Promise me this is forever- Jaime Lannister imagine

Jaime Lannister x reader

A/N- I hope you guys like it :):

Warning- angst, talks of death.

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“Promise me this is forever.”

The words echoed in his head, when he slept, when he felt alone, or when he remembered you.

“I promise.”

How significant is promising something if you can’t truly keep the promise. Then again was it truly breaking it, If neither of you had broken the promise but someone else.

When Jaime remembered you and the promise he made to you, he would get sad. The memory of you hurt him to much, the rest of that day he wouldn’t be able to think straight, train, or eat. The sad memory would swallow him whole their wasn’t anyone to get him out of that trance but the thought that he had been young.

“I was young I didn’t know what love meant.”

Is what he had to make himself think. He was young. Too young. But he knew that wasn’t true. He loved you. You were the first one truly loved. He was in love with you as much as he had tried to hide it then. Now the memory of his love to you was painful. But he couldn’t just throw those memories or feelings away, as much as he tried to do so.

“She was lowborn. Nothing but a handmaiden. We wouldn’t have worked out.”

He would think to himself the months and years after. Those thoughts only occurred to him after because the thought of you not being with him anymore hurt to much. And when he was with you he thought of nothing else but you, and the love he had for you. How much he wanted to keep you in his arms and hear you laugh, see you smile. He just wanted to be near you. He would’ve dropped everything to be with you. It was true. But that was impossible now. Now all he was left with was the memory.

He should have never loved you, seen you that day in his sisters room. He should have never snuck away with you all those nights. He never should have kissed you for the first time under the stars and bright moon of the night sky. And he should have never told you he loved you for the first time. Because that was what hurt the most. Hearing those words that now turned to ash in his mouth at the memory. Because if he never would’ve done any of those things then you would still be alive. Jealousy wouldn’t have gotten the best of his sister Cersei and she would have never killed you.

Of course she never admitted it but he knew it was her, your sudden disappearance wasn’t something you would do. He also had seen your body. He went to look for you at the place where the two of you would sneak off to every night. And that’s when he saw your cold body on the ground. When he had seen your dead body on the ground he fell on his knees and held on to you. He closed your eyes that were still open and pulled you closer to his chest. Their was no wound just a vile a few feet away from where you had been.

He cried all night when he held on to you. He rocked your body back and forth, he kept telling you to wake up and wanted to deny that fact that you were never going to wake up again. Before the sun could rise he ran to get a shovel. He had managed to bury you even with all the tears that blinded his eyesight. He placed a sweet rose from the gardens inside the castle and placed it on top of the freshly dug up grave.

After that day, at nights he would find himself not being able to sleep, he would cry at night and then find himself sneaking off to sit by your grave. The memories of you would replay in his head, memories of all the words you would say, the stories and all the jokes you had came up with. He was always alone, his sadness the only thing keeping him company.

One night though his brother Tyrion had followed him to where he had buried you. Tyrion said he had seen Jaime sneak off and was curious. He had known of you. Tyrion was the only person Jaime told. When Tyrion had found Jaime he was sitting by your grave with tears on his cheeks. It was then when Tyrion knew what happened, Jaime was good at hiding his emotions during the day that no one would ever know of his sadness during the night. Tyrion didn’t say anything just held onto his brother and let him cry out.

You were the reason he really joined the kingsguard. It wasn’t to be close to Cersei. Well that was part of it. But the honest truth was because the thought of spending his time with another women forever broke his heart. He never wanted to spend his time with anyone. He could never love someone else...maybe that’s why he kept being with Cersei because the love he had for you could never die.

Jaime after all the years still remembered one of his favorite nights with you. The memory was clear as day and one he could never forget. Not like the others the faded over the years. He would often dream of that night. At times the memory would come up in his mind and he would smile at the simplicity of that night. He could still remember what he promised to you. He remembered the kiss you both shared and the smile you wore the whole night. He could never forget that night.

The night had been cold even if it was summer, only meaning summer was coming at an end. The stars were out but clouds were beginning to form and began to hide their light. Yet your eyes still sparkled as bright as any star though. “Come on Jaime hurry.” You said as you grabbed onto a torch with one hand and grabbed onto his hand with your other.

You pulled him to your secert place where you met every night. This night though you had met in one of the castle halls. Jaime was running late and when he finally showed up, you pulled onto him so you could see the stars that were beginning to disappear behind the dark clouds.

You loved to star gaze, it was your favorite thing to do when you were with Jaime. He saw the way you looked at the stars it was the same way he looked at you when you weren’t looking.

“What?” You asked him as you caught his gaze on you. The fire that danced on the torch lit your smile making it clearly visible.

“I love you that’s all.” He said in a low voice. The smile on your face widen and your eyes seemed to sparkle brighter. “I’m in love with you.” He said a couple seconds later. Your smile fell as you couldn’t believe what he had said but after you took in his words your smile grew sweeter and wider. You pulled him in for a passionate kiss, he cupped both of your cheeks and pulled you closer. You could feel the smile as the two of you kissed. When you pulled apart you rested your forehead on his. You then felt the light rain that fell.

“Come on we should go inside it’s beginning to rain.” He told you as he moved one of his hands to grab onto yours so he could take you inside but you placed your hand on his chest making him stop.

“No it’ll clear up in a moment.” You said with a smile. The rain only fell harder getting the both of you soaked in seconds. You both looked up and laughed. When you looked at him again you pulled him in for another kiss. When you pulled away you continued to look at him with the love you only felt for him.

“Promise me this is forever.” You said as the rain only fell harder onto you both. Jaime cupped your cheeks again, he looked at you with so much love, he smiled at your words.

“I promise.”

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Almost Home Pt. 8 (Robb Stark x Reader)

A/N: Ooof. The ending is kinda shitty. But this one was an interesting one to write. XD. I’m hoping to update much sooner than I did with this one after Part 7, but we’ll see how school goes. I have the basic outline all ready,so all I have to do is write it out. :) Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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Rest did not fall easily on me that night.

Despite being held close in Robb’s warm embrace as the hours of night faded away, the intensity of my fear of us being together made sleep an impossible reality. Instead of letting my eyes rest, even for a minute, I stared up into the ceiling praying that we would not have to get up from this bed and encounter the monster that waited before us: Catelyn Stark.

I could not even begin to imagine how awful today would be. The bitter resentment that would last between mother and son after this conversation would not be easily forgotten, and it was all because of me.  Everything wrong… was because of me.

The bed frame moved slightly as Robb began to stir, and I closed my eyes, hoping he didn’t notice that I was awake. But the soft touch of his hand on my waist attempting to pull me closer and the nuzzling of his face in the crook of my neck signified otherwise. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not too long.” I lied quietly, smiling as I felt his lips press gently against the skin of my neck before moving to press against mine. His Tully blue eyes gazed into mine for several moments, before he spoke again.

“You were restless the whole night.” Robb’s hand moved from my waist to cup my face gently. “I could feel it. What troubles you?”

“I think you know.” I whispered, the lump in my throat preventing the words leaving me lips any louder than they had. His eyes flashed with understanding and he sighed gently.

“You have nothing to fear anymore.”

“What if she sent out the letter?” I could feel myself beginning to tremble, and I bit my lip to hold back my tears.  “I am as good as dead. I-“

“Do not repeat those words ever again.” Robb’s voice was a gentle, but stern murmur as he gazed down at me.  “Remember what I promised you last night? I won’t let anyone take you away.”

“What if its out of your control?”  My eyelids fluttered shut as his scruff gently brushed against my face as his lips touched my forehead.

“I will do anything in my power to make sure that it will always be in my control.”  I opened my eyes to find his eyes locked on me, soft but serious at the same time. “I can’t afford to lose anymore people that I love. I couldn’t save my father, but I most definitely will keep my family, and especially you, safe and sound. And that is a promise.”

“I know you will, Robb Stark.” I whispered, my eyes watery with tears before leaning in to kiss him once more.  Before another word could be spoken, a harsh knock broke the two of us apart.

My heartbeat began to pick up, my mouth going dry and my hands starting to tremble once more. Robb kissed my forehead once more reassuringly before standing up and dressing in a appropriate manner before opening the door, to find no other than Catelyn Stark standing before us.

Her eyes immediately found mine, but to my surprise, I couldn’t find much anger or shock in her gaze. She pushed past Robb into the room, shutting the door behind her. I sat in the bed anxiously, my fingers clenching the bed sheets as I waited for her to speak.

“I can’t say I’m that surprised to see you here.” Catelyn’s voice was clipped, but calm, slight disgust on her face.  “I am just disappointed… especially in you, Robb.”

“That’s enough, Mother.” Robb interjected, his tone also calm but stern as well. “You cannot control her anymore.”

“Excuse me?”

“Y/N tells me of the letter you wrote to her family, telling that she ran to avoid marrying the other Lord  and found refuge here. The death sentence that you have used as motivation for her to follow your order to stay away from me.”

A slight smile cracked at the corners of her lips as she stared at me, and I couldn’t help but tense as she walked towards the bed before stopping to stand a few feet away from me.

“Is that she told you?” I shuddered at the sweetness in her voice, a thin veil over the venomous words that she really wanted to say. “I did not write such letter.”

“Are you accusing her of lying?”

“Are you accusing me of lying? Your own mother?”

“Y/N would not lie about something this serious!” Robb scoffed, moving to stand between his mother and myself.  “Tell me, and do not lie to your King: Did you write this letter?”

The room was silent for a moment, before Catelyn sighed and spoke once more. “It was precaution that was much needed, Robb. You cannot marry her, no matter how attached your feelings are for her.”

“But  somehow it is your right to toss her life away like it is nothing?” Robb’s body was beginning to tremble and I could sense how angry he was. “Where is the letter now, mother?”

For the first time in the months I had resided amongst House Stark, I witnessed fear and hesitation in Lady Stark’s eyes.  And that was all it took for Robb to know the answer to his question.

“You didn’t.” His voice was bleak with disbelief and fury, and I stood to grab his arm to prevent him from moving closer to his mother. Robb shook his head before continuing. “When did you send the rider?”

“Robb, I did what was-“

“I said, When did you send the rider?” Robb nearly snarled, frightening both myself and his mother. I had never seen him so angry before, and apparently based on her reaction, neither did Catelyn.

“Late last night.”

“Oh no…”  My grip on his arm relaxed, as my body slowly melted back towards the bed, my eyes focused on the floor as my control slowly evaporated. My heart was thudding rapidly, my throat closing up  and eyes watering as I realized the reality of what was happening. My family was coming for me, or rather…. Ser Larris Smallwood. And I terrified of what he would do to me the moment he lay eyes on me again.

“Mother…” Robb shook his head slowly as he looked at Catelyn. “Since your actions these past few months have been extremely inappropriate and unpredictable, you are to remain in your bedroom at all times until I see fit. And to make sure you do so, I will be posting one of my guards at your door. “

“Robb…”

“I mean it, Mother.” His eyes were hard and his tone dark. “You have put Y/N’s life in danger by sending that letter, and you knew that. Until I know you can be trusted again, that is where you will stay.  And now, I think it would be best if you would leave.”

With no more words to say, Catelyn Stark opened the door and left the room, the door shutting rather loudly on the way out. I closed my eyes as I heard Robb walk closer to where I sat, before kneeling down in front of me. Warm hands touched my own, causing my eyes to flash up to his own. His expression nearly caused me to burst into tears, which were only a few seconds away from appearing. Robb squeezed my hands gently before speaking. “You know that I truly meant what I told you earlier, right?”

“About keeping me safe?” I whispered, the highest volume I could speak without my tears spilling uncontrollably.

“Yes.”  One of his hands moved to cup my face gently, and I leaned into his touch. “He won’t lay one single finger on you. And if he does, he will have to face me.”

I nodded slowly, before a tear trickled down my cheek, which were soon followed by more. I quickly ducked my head to hide them, but his finger tilted my chin up, keeping our eyes connected.

“You don’t have to hide from me.” Robb whispered softly, and wiped away the tears as they fell. “Not anymore.”

“I know.” I sniffled, before leaning in and pressing my lips against his gently. Our lips moved in sync for a few brief moments before he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. My arms wove around his neck, and for the next few moments, we remained still.

Little did we know, that it would be one of the last moments of peace that we would have in a long time.

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first impressions

@gameofthronesimagine: Could you do something with Harry Hook and the reader is from Auradon and is lifelong friends with Ben and she's Tinker Bell's daughter??

word count: 5251

also, warning. i started out thinking this would be cute and fluffy. it kind of turned a little angsty.

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“…What? This is a joke, right?”

You stared at Ben, trying to mask your horror with denial.

Ben – for his part – looked sheepish. “We need to mend ties with the Isle, and compromise is the best way to do that.”

“So, if Uma asked you to release Chernabog from the Isle, you’d be totally for it?”

“No, of course not–”

You rolled your eyes. “No, of course. Just the guy that tried. To. Kill. You.”

“Things are different. Uma and Harry don’t have any power in Auradon, and it’s not like I’m totally defenceless,” Ben pointed out, nodding to his two huge bodyguards stationed at the door to his office.

You briefly glanced at them, before looking back at Ben. “Anyone else. You could have released anyone else. What about that Gil guy? He sounded harmless. Or some of her pirate groupies.”

“She wanted Harry,” Ben said simply, taking a sip of his tea. “She wouldn’t budge on that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Great compromising there.”

Ben shot you a look. “We need to at least try to get along. Uma’s taking a big risk coming here.”

“Yes, such a big risk. Leaving the Isle and coming to a place of magic when she’s the daughter of a sea-witch,” you stated, waving your spoon around for dramatic emphasis.

Ben didn’t reply, but it was clear from his expression that this was a subject he would not budge from.

You sighed, admitting defeat and taking a sip of your now-lukewarm tea. “Fine. Just keep them out of my sight.”

You had meant it as kind of a joke, but Ben’s slightly guilty expression immediately caught your attention. “What?”

Ben looked away, facing the windows as he spoke his next words. “Well, I was hoping…you’d maybe show him around.”

You immediately stood up, almost sending your chair crashing to the floor with the force of your movement. “What?!”

“You’re the only other Neverland kid here!” Ben said, trying to placate you.

“Ask one of the Darlings, then!”

Ben looked you in the eye. “You’re my best friend.”

You felt your resistance start to falter. “Don’t you dare guilt-trip me, Benjamin–”

“You’re the person I know I can rely on,” Ben continued. “This is really important to me. To all of us.”

You opened your mouth, before closing it again. Finally letting out a sigh, you sank back down into your seat.

“Fine,” you replied, weakly. “But you owe me. Big time.”

“Done,” Ben said, smiling. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you scowled into your tea.

You thought it was a bit much to send a whole limo just to pick up one person from the Isle, but Ben was all about extending courtesies, so you kept your mouth shut.

Ben and Mal were stood front and centre of the welcoming party, Ben looking as friendly and polite as usual – if a little more strained – and Mal a picture of barely-concealed disgust. Finally, someone who shared your apprehension of Harry Hook coming to Auradon.

Or maybe, it was the presence of Uma that brought it out in her. Uma was stood just off to the left of Mal, and was perhaps the only person at ease in this entire school. She caught you looking at her from the corner of her eye and smirked at you, winking.

You turned back to face the front. In fairness, you didn’t hold as much contempt for Uma as you did for Harry. Uma, at least, backed down from a fight after Ben reasoned with her. Uma agreed to open up negotiations.

Harry Hook was noticeably absent from any peace talks.

The limo eventually came to a halt. The driver got out, his feet crunching against the gravel of the driveway, and opened the limo door. After a long dramatic pause, Harry Hook finally stepped out.

Your attention – like most people’s – was immediately drawn to the gleaming silver hook in his left hand. Of course, your mother had described the hook in detail to the point where you quickly got past this and focused on the rest of him.

Most of his clothes were in tatters. His trousers were cut off half-way down the shin, a red bandana tied around his waist served as a belt, and his thin cotton shirt was ripped in a number of places. The only thing in decent condition was the red leather coat hung proudly on his frame, swaying slightly from side to side as he stepped out of the limo and sized up Auradon.

From head-to-toe, this boy was pure Isle of the Lost.

Fairy Godmother stepped forward, as did the four of you behind her – you, Ben, Mal and Uma.

Harry completely ignored Fairy Godmother’s attempts to introduce herself, his eyes going straight to Uma. He grinned. “Captain.”

Uma returned the grin. “Harry.”

Fairy Godmother cleared her throat, quietly at first and then again louder when Harry didn’t pay attention. His eyes eventually slid to her as she made her introductions again. “Hello, Mr. Hook. My name is Fairy Godmother, Headmistress of Auradon Prep.”

“How nice for you,” Harry replied, not looking at all interested.

Ben – ever the professional – stepped forward to take over. “Harry, welcome to Auradon.”

Harry looked around, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s clean,” he noted. Somehow, that sounded like an insult.

Ben continued. Credit to him, he wasn’t fazed by Harry’s attitude. He gestured to you, and you stepped forward with an attempt at a neutral expression on your face. “Harry, this is Y/N, daughter of Tinkerbell. She’ll be showing you around, helping you settle in.”

Harry looked you up and down, before grinning. “Daughter of Tinkerbell?”

“Yes,” you said, flatly. What other response was there to a question like that?

“Aren’t fairies about this big?” Harry asked, holding up his free hand to illustrate the approximate height of a fairy between his thumb and index finger. “You’re taller than I expected.”

Great. Fairy jokes. You’d never heard one of those before. “I wish I could say the same. I’m a little disappointed.”

Harry tilted his head, and you had the feeling he was scrutinising you for something. Some kind of weakness. You had no idea whether he found one, because he quickly turned back to Ben and grinned.

“Do I get the big tour now, or can I unpack first?” Harry asked, still unnervingly cheery.

“We’ll have someone take your things to your room while Y/N shows you around,” Ben replied.

At long last, Harry’s demeanour faltered. “There’s not much to carry. I can just take it with me.”

“There’s really no need–”

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “And to be honest, I’m not keen on letting your minions go through my stuff.”

You were beyond suspicious now. Not packing much implied he wasn’t planning on staying long, and not wanting anyone to see what he brought was definitely shifty.

Surprisingly, Uma stepped in. “Harry.”

She gave him a look, which he met briefly before sighing and relenting. “Fine. But if anything goes missing…”

You rolled your eyes. “It won’t.”

He looked back to you and grinned again. “Well, if you’re sure, I have nothing to worry about, do I?”

You didn’t like this one bit. You’d rather have the aloof, sullen Harry that Ben and Fairy Godmother got over this unsettling, clearly attempting-to-be-charming Harry. It made you feel he wanted something, and that definitely put you on edge.

In fairness, Harry Hook attending Auradon Prep did not cause the school to burn down.

Yet. It had only been three days.

You pulled your History textbook out of your locker, half in a daydream theorising how Harry Hook could go about raining fire down on Auradon Prep, and closed your locker door.

“Hi.”

You jumped about a foot in the air, but thankfully managed not to shriek.

There, once hidden behind the open locker door but now looming in full view, was Harry.

He grinned, very clearly amused by your reaction. “Did I scare you?”

You glared at him silently, before stuffing your book into your bag.

He rested his head against the lockers, leaning over you to the point where you had to tilt your head to meet his eye. “You know, King What’s-His-Face said you were going to help me settle in.”

“Yeah, he did,” you said, folding your arms.

Harry shrugged. “I’m not feeling very settled.”

The way he was looking at you was odd. A little intense. You chalked it up as an attempt to intimidate you.

You looked down to check your phone for the time. Three minutes until class.

Harry cleared his throat. You sighed and looked back up at him.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” you said, laying it on thick in the hope that he might get lost soon. “Any problems I can help you with?”

Harry grinned. “I’m so glad you asked. The sun’s too bright here.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’ll just turn it off then, shall I?”

Before he could answer, you turned on your heel and headed for class. To your surprise, Harry followed after you.

“Well, I know that wouldn’t be a problem for you. You do have magic after all, being part-fairy.”

“Uma has magic, why don’t you ask her to turn off the sun?” You pointed out. Then, immediately back-tracked. “Wait, don’t actually ask her to do that.”

Harry faked a gasp, clutching his chest like you’d just stabbed him. “You think I’m that stupid? I’m hurt.”

You stopped walking, and turned back to face Harry. Taking a step towards him, you looked him straight in the eye. “Not necessarily. But, you care more about being unpredictable than you do about self-preservation, which – when you look at it – does seem very similar to stupidity.”

He didn’t reply immediately, probably surprised that he got that much of a response out of you. You preened for a moment, for seemingly throwing him off his game.

Then, the corners of Harry’s lips slowly curled up. “That sounded very pre-planned. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been thinking about me. A lot.”

You refused to give anything away in your expression. “I’ve done my research.”

And with that, you turned away again – this time, to hurry for class. You were already late.

You had your textbook lying flat on the table, absently picking at your lunch as you tried to get through your class’s reading assignment. Your mother was donating some old Neverland pieces to the museum, and had decided to throw some big event to basically celebrate her own generosity. This meant you’d be away for most of the weekend, and so a lot of homework needed to be done in a very small amount of spare time.

And all you could think about was how warm it was today.

Sighing, you peeled off your jacket and tossed it onto the chair to your left. No one would mind, you usually ate lunch alone.

Usually was the key word in that sentence, because all of a sudden, a shadow appeared across your table. Looking up, you bit back a groan.

Harry.

He collapsed into the seat to your right, without asking first, of course.

“What do you want, Harry?” You asked, going back to your book.

“That’s a pretty personal question, don’t you think?”

You closed your eyes. It was going to be one of those days.

Opening them again, you looked over at him. “Fine. What do you want with me, then?”

Harry grinned at you, but eventually replied. “Well, since you’ve done so much to help me, I thought I’d keep you company.”

“How thoughtful of you,” you deadpanned.

The grin remained on his face as he rested his head against his hand. “Where are all your little friends, by the way?”

“Sports practice,” you replied. “Or off being king.”

“And they left you all alone?”

You ignored his little mocking pout. “I like being alone.”

Harry let out a laugh. “Really? I thought you goodies in Auradon were all about friendship and teamwork.”

You leaned in. “I’ll let you in on a secret.”

Harry looked a little taken aback, but leaned in close all the same. “I’m shocked, but go on.”

Your voice went from conspiratorial to completely monotone. “You thought wrong.”

Harry’s eyes flickered, before he scowled. “Tease.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at his expression, before tensing. You’d gotten just a little closer to Harry than you’d expected, and it was making you feel vaguely uncomfortable.

Harry might have noticed, because his grin was wider than usual.

You pulled back, before noticing the amount of food on his plate. “You sure you’ve got enough there?”

Harry looked down and shrugged. “Maybe. If not, I can always go up for more.”

“I had no idea you could fit seven plates on one tray,” you remarked.

Your eyes were drawn to the chocolate cake near the corner of his tray. Two layers of sponge, with an insane amount of frosting. Your mouth watered, just slightly.

Harry noticed, and raised an eyebrow.

“Want some?” he asked, nudging the plate towards you.

You looked up at him, a little surprised at this sudden bout of niceness. Still, you were forced to turn it down. “I can’t. Fairies can’t really eat animal products, makes them ill.”

“Oh,” Harry said, pulling the cake back towards his tray. “That’s a shame.”

“I’m used to it,” you said, shrugging.

“Still,” Harry said, looking down at the cake. With his index finger, he scooped up the chocolate frosting from the cake. “Wanting what you can’t have…”

Looking you straight in the eye, he slowly licked the frosting off of his finger. “Must be terrible.”

You eyed him for a moment. Was he…?

He was. He was absolutely mocking you about the fact you couldn’t have chocolate cake.

Scowling at him, you looked back down at your book. “Yeah, so you can go enjoy your cake somewhere else then.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry slump in his chair.

You had a problem.

Harry continued to pop up whenever he felt like irritating you, but now he was even infecting the time in between his random appearances.

Every so often, whether you were in class or talking to Ben or doing homework, your thoughts would drift to Harry for just a second. What was he doing right now?

This was bad. This was really, really bad.

Maybe it was a spell. Uma had already tried it with Ben, maybe something similar happened with Harry. Your hopes were soon dashed, when you realised that someone under a love spell probably wouldn’t realise. They’d be off writing poetry or singing songs or ordering people to destroy magical barriers.

It would probably pass. You just had to grin and bear it.

“There you are.”

You tensed. Shit.

Reluctantly, you turned around to see Harry leaning against a bookcase and staring at you.

“Wow,” you said, trying to regain composure. “Harry Hook. In a library.”

Harry smirked. “Funny.”

“What have you come to annoy me about this time?”

Harry shot you a look. “Hostile. And straight to the point. I like it.”

You crossed your arms, expectant.

Harry clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Fine. I wanted to know why you’re still so…”

He gestured to you vaguely.

“Uptight.”

You stared at him. “Seriously?”

He stared back at you, clearly dead serious.

“OK. Well, you did try to murder my best friend.”

Harry scrutinised you, before shaking his head. “No, that’s not it. So did Uma, but you don’t act like this around her.”

“Uma’s trying to help with the negotiations.”

“So am I,” Harry argued.

“Uma doesn’t have a fixation in gutting people with a hook,” you pointed out.

“I didn’t put a spell on King What’s-His-Face to make him take down the barrier.”

You crossed your arms. “OK, fine. You and Uma are equally terrible people. Happy?”

Harry narrowed his eyes, before pausing. “This…this doesn’t have anything to do with my dad, does it?”

“No,” you replied, far too quickly.

There was a beat of silence, where Harry stared at you. You felt increasingly more uncomfortable the longer his eyes were on you, until you finally caved. “Fine…there may be some slight prejudice on my part. You know, because of the whole…time your dad locked my mother in a cage for trying to help him, and then almost killed her and all that.”

Harry didn’t speak. You sighed, and held out your hand for a handshake.

“I’m sorry,” you admitted. “You did some pretty terrible stuff, but you are at least trying to get by here. I shouldn’t be so hard on you.”

This seemed to throw Harry, the fact that you were willing to apologise. To be honest, it broke your heart a little.

He quickly recovered, finally shaking your hand. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, I wanted to ask you something.”

You shrugged. “Sure.”

“There’s a Tourney match coming up this weekend or whatever, isn’t there?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. Why, do you want to go?”

Harry suddenly looked a little uncomfortable. “Maybe.”

“Harry Hook, are you…are you showing interest in something school-related?” You asked, grinning.

Harry pulled a face. “Forget I said anything.”

“Too late. You can’t back out now,” you said.

Harry rolled his eyes, but smirked a little anyway. Then, with the point of his hook, he slowly brushed a lock of hair away from your face. “You could join me. Isn’t that the whole point of villains coming over to Auradon? Spending time together, finding common interests?”

Harry’s hook traced your jawline, the movement almost a caress. “You could be a good influence on me.”

Was this another attempt at intimidation? Most probably found the hook unnerving, but its effects on you were more than cancelled out by the tenderness of the action. Either Harry hadn’t thought this through very well, or he really wasn’t trying to intimidate you.

You paused. Your mother’s big donation event was the same night of the Tourney game.

“I…”

Harry cut you off, dropping the hook and looking away. “Never mind. It was stupid.”

“No! No, it’s not stupid. I…I want to go. There’s just a…” you trailed off. To be honest, when faced with the decision of either fake-smiling at an event for several hours or going to a Tourney game with an admittedly attractive guy, you were just a little swayed in the latter direction. “I can cancel.”

Harry grinned at you. “I’ll save you a seat.”

“So, how was your first Tourney match experience?”

You were heading back from the game, buzzed from the home victory and honestly a little surprised by how well things had gone with you and Harry.

“Not as terrible as I thought it would be,” Harry admitted. “But the Kill Zone was a little disappointing.”

You rolled your eyes, about to come up with some kind of retort, when you felt it. Harry’s hand shyly reaching out for your own. He was very intent on not looking in your direction, even as you took his hand and laced your fingers together.

You were holding hands. With a villain.

A villain that had maybe shown signs of heading towards goodness, but still. A villain.

Harry cleared his throat. “What about you? Did you enjoy tonight?”

You did, actually. As you reached the door to Harry’s dorm room where you were going to drop him off, you were surprised to feel the tiniest amount of sadness. You wanted just a little more time with him.

Still, there was no way you would ever say that to him.

“It was OK. The game was pretty good,” you shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “You weren’t too annoying.”

“High praise,” Harry remarked, pulling his hand out of yours and getting his key out of his coat pocket.

“Well,” you said, as Harry started trying to unlock his door. “I suppose this is…”

You trailed off, watching him struggle. “Having fun there?”

He let out a grunt of exertion, trying to twist the key while it refused to budge. Eventually, he gave up with a huff. “I can’t unlock the door.”

“Here, let me try,” you said, leaning down. You ended up doing the exact same thing – applying pure, brute force – with the same result. Nothing.

Sighing, you pulled the key out and frowned at the silver metal. “Are you sure this is the right key? Most dorm keys are gold.”

Harry shrugged, taking the key back. “This is what they gave me. It’s worked up until now.”

“What are you going to do?” You asked him.

Harry eyed the door. “I’m thinking a few good kicks should get it down. Could be messy.”

“You’re not breaking down your door,” you hissed, grabbing him by the arm. “That’s damaging school property.”

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes at your reply. “I forgot, this is Auradon. So, what do you suggest I do?”

You thought it over. “You could room with Uma tonight, and tell Fairy Godmother tomorrow?”

It sounded like a reasonable idea, but Harry hesitated before pulling a face. “Might be an issue there. Uma and I…we’ve come to a bit of a disagreement.”

This really did surprise you. “What? You argued with Uma? I thought she was your captain and everything.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Harry said, waving away your questions. Sighing, he slowly slid down against his door until he reached the floor and sat there, pouting.

An absurd idea entered your head. Really, completely insane. That’s why it was a shame that your brain didn’t reach your mouth in time to stop you blurting it out. “You could stay at mine.”

Harry looked up. “What?”

Your face felt a little warm. “Just for tonight. I don’t have a roommate, so there should be enough space.”

He stared at you, tilting his head just slightly as he thought about it. Then, he sprang back up to his feet. “Lead the way.”

“Just tonight,” you reiterated.

There was a guy in your bedroom.

That was all your brain could manage to think about.

You had led him to your room, your thoughts still focused on trying to think of where he was going to sleep and how getting changed into your pyjamas was going to work, but now that the door was closed and you were alone…

There was a guy in your bedroom.

“I think I’ve got some spare pillows somewhere,” you said, trying to break the silence. Harry seemed normal, even a little relaxed as he collapsed into your armchair. In contrast, you felt drowned by the tension in the air, growing increasingly self-conscious.

Harry stretched out in the armchair, like a lounging cat. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. After growing up on the Isle, I think I can live without a pillow for one night.”

You still searched through your cupboards, and eventually found a blanket. “I have this, at least.”

Harry reluctantly got out of the comfy armchair to take the blanket. He looked down at it, running his fingers over the soft fabric, before his eyes flickered back to meet your gaze. “Thanks.”

Curiosity got the better of you. “I know you didn’t want to talk about it, but…the whole Uma thing. Are you OK?”

Harry swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing just slightly. “Fine. It was just an argument.”

“What was it about?”

Harry’s eyes were locked onto yours, unflinching. “You.”

…What?

Your breath caught in your throat. The distance between you and Harry was slowly disappearing, as you took a step closer without thinking. You struggled to keep your voice from shaking. “Why?”

Harry’s reply was confined to one look. One look of burning intensity, of self-doubt, of hunger.

Before you even knew it, you had closed the remaining distance between the two of you and crashed your lips against his.

Harry was already eager to reciprocate by the time you got there, dropping the blanket to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in.

One of your hands was curled around the back of Harry’s head, the other resting on his shoulder. He was warm, practically radiating heat. You felt it seep through the thin cotton of your shirt, as he pressed his hand against the small of your back. You arched into him, letting out a gasp and pressing your front even harder against his. Your eyes fluttered shut, a thousand thoughts flickering behind your closed eyelids.

Before you knew it, you were pulling him along – one stumble at a time – to your bed.

As soon as Harry realised, however, he pulled away to look at you in shock.

You stared back, your stomach starting to turn as you were overwhelmed with feelings of self-consciousness. You didn’t know what to say. Did you need to apologise? Explain yourself? Pretend you had gotten wrapped up in the moment and that this was a mistake?

Harry spoke first. “This is a big step, sweetheart.”

Your voice was shaky – but from sheer force of desire, not from fear. “I know.”

He bit his lip. For the first time since you met him, he looked nervous. Conflicted, almost. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

Harry being so…sweet was unexpected. You weren’t sure how to handle it. Instead, you reached out your hand and looped a finger around the belt loop of his trousers. Pulling him in, your other hand toyed with the collar of his coat. “Same goes for you.”

He cupped your face with his free hand and drew you in for another kiss, one even more heated than the last. Your lips parted under the pressure, catching his bottom lip between your own. You sucked on it, experimenting a little, and were rewarded by a muffled groan from Harry as he lowered you onto the bed.

His coat was the first to go, as you struggled to peel it off of him in your hurry. The left sleeve caught on his hook, which he was forced to eventually drop to the floor, along with the coat soon after.

Damn. Your hands trembled just slightly as you ran them down the solid muscle of his arms. Harry noticed your reaction, and a hint of his usual smugness returned as he turned his attention to your neck.

Trailing a line of kisses down the column of your throat, your hand tangled in his hair when he reached the neckline of your shirt. You pulled him back up to meet his lips again with yours, as your hands wandered to the hem of his shirt. It didn’t take long for him to get the hint, and he quickly tugged it off, leaving him completely bare from the waist up.

Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sight. Being so pale, he practically glowed in the dim light of the lamp on your desk.

“Enjoying yourself there?” Harry asked. This time, there was no mistaking his smugness.

You fought the urge to blush. “Shut up, Harry.”

He grinned. Determined to wipe that expression from his face, you took him by surprise by flipping the two of you over. Now, he was lying on his back under you. You sat astride him, knees planted firmly in the mattress either side of his hips.

As you gently lowered your weight down onto him, you felt the evidence of his interest press against your thigh. You raised one eyebrow.

“Enjoying yourself there?” You parroted.

Harry didn’t reply. There was no shame in his eyes, just the darkening shade of desire.

You returned his grin, before leaning down to kiss him again.

You woke up the next morning, your eyes hurting from the sunlight streaming in from your window. You winced, turning your head to nuzzle into Harry’s chest instead.

You had fallen asleep while curled up in each other’s arms. Your head rested lightly on top of his chest, with your arm lazily thrown over his waist. Your bedsheets partially covered you, enough to hide your modesty but not much else.

You didn’t realise Harry was awake until you felt his hand gently trace the length of your back. His eyes were still closed, but his corners of his mouth curled up in a slight smile.

You didn’t want to shatter this brief moment of peaceful bliss, but you were starting to get a little cold and Harry’s warmth wasn’t quite enough to keep you from shivering. Sighing slightly, you craned your head up to kiss his cheek before pulling away to put on your shirt.

While you were up, you put on your pyjama shorts as well. You weren’t yet fully comfortable wandering around your dorm room naked.

You heard Harry groan, already missing your absence. “Come back to bed.”

“One second,” you laughed, throwing his underwear at him. He reluctantly put them on, mumbling his objections the whole time.

You were about to make your way back over to him, when your phone began to ring. Letting out a grunt of annoyance, you plodded over to your bag to retrieve it. “Hello?”

You sometimes wonder what would have happened if you hadn’t taken that call. The logical side of you points out that it wouldn’t have changed anything, just slightly delayed the inevitable. The less reasonable side of you mourns the lost time you could have spent in Harry’s arms.

The call was quick, almost completely silent from your end as you listened to your mother. The blood slowly drained from your face, and you shakily ended the call.

“Harry?”

Your voice sounded strange, even to you. Strained, maybe even a little strangled.

Harry definitely noticed. He sat up, staring at you with increasing wariness. “Yes?”

“That…that was my mother. She said Uma was at her event last night. Her crew stole the fairy dust she was going to donate,” you explained, slowly. Then, your voice tightened as you struggled to keep calm. “Did you know anything about this?”

Harry didn’t have to reply. His expression was guilty enough.

“That’s why you kept talking to me. That’s why you asked me to the game,” you realised. “To make me cancel. To make sure no one with magic was there to stop it.”

“Y/N,” Harry finally spoke. “I…”

“Your lock wasn’t broken. That wasn’t the right key, was it?”

“No, it wasn’t,” Harry admitted.

“You…you needed to keep an eye on me,” you stammered, eyes darting around to look anywhere but him as your thoughts raced. “Is that why…”

The words died on your tongue, but the silent question was clear. Is that why you slept with me?

Harry slowly moved towards you, getting up from your bed. “I didn’t…I didn’t plan for this to happen.”

You finally looked at him, locking eyes as your jaw set. “Get out.”

He took a step closer. “Please–”

“Get out,” you screamed, grabbing his coat and launching it at his head.

He did as you asked, slipping back into his clothes silently. You held the door open for him, barely able to look as he passed you.

In the doorway, he paused and turned back to you.

He opened his mouth and closed it several times, trying to work up the courage to say something.

“I really did like you,” he admitted, his eyes aching with vulnerability.

You stared him down. “You still lied to me.”

And you slammed the door in his face.

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🏹Daryl Dixon: The Stolen Bride Part 1🏹

“Hi! I was wondering (if your still doing requests) if you could write me an imagine where your Daryl’s wife but Negan likes you so he makes you his wife, one day when Negan is out you sneak Daryl out and you sleep together and Negan catches you (maybe Daryl gets the iron?) it’s up to you thank you!!” - @gameofthronesimagines (Tumblr)

Warnings: angst, language

Authors note: I’ve decided to do this one in parts since it’s going to be a longer story. Requests for TWD and Supernatural imagines are open. (I will not do Carl Grimes imagines or imagines about self harm)

Gravel digs into your knees through your blue jeans as you kneel along with your companions in front of a monster. The monster has midnight hair that is slicked back away from his face. He wears a black leather jacket with a red scarf. He has just killed your friend, Abraham. Tears stream down your cheeks as you watch him place one last blow to what remained of Abrahams head. He laughs as he looks at his barbwire covered baseball bat that is now dripping with Abrahams blood.

“Did you hear that? He said ‘suck my nuts’!” he says with a boisterous laugh and a crude impression of Abraham.

He continues to laugh as he walks down the line, gravel crunching under his boots. He begins to whistle a made up tune as he passes you and your husband, Daryl Dixon. Your stomach lurches in your stomach when his steps and whistling suddenly stop. You close your eyes at the sound of him turning in his heels. His steps come back your way, stopping right in front of you and Daryl. You could feel his gaze on you. Daryl takes your hand in his.

“Hi, I’m Negan. Whats your name my dear? My god you are fucking beautiful.” Negan says pointing the bloody bat in your direction.

You look up at him with a glare and spit in his direction.

“What a spit fire. I like ‘em sassy.” He says biting his bottom lip.

Negan kneels down until he’s at eye level with you and Daryl. Looking down he notices your intertwined hands. Your stomach churns when his eyes travel back up and land on Daryl.

“What’s your name?” Negan asked pointing at Daryl.

Daryl’s only response is an ice cold glare.

“I think his name is Daryl.” one of Negan’s men says.

“Is that your girl Daryl?” Negan asks nodding in your direction.

You felt Daryl grasp your hand tighter. Knowing your husband and how protective is of you, you know what he’s about to do. You grasp his hand back and lean in to whisper to him.

“Daryl don’t.” You plead but he doesn’t listen.

It all happens so quickly. Daryl’s balled up fist connects with the side of Negan’s face making him drop his bat. Within a split second Negan’s men swarm him like vultures pining him to the ground. Another one of Negan’s men grabs Daryl’s crossbow and points it at his head.

“Daryl!” You scream as tears continue to spill down your cheeks.

Negan laughs and wipes the blood that is flowing from his bottom lip away. He stands up bringing his beloved baseball bat with him and storming towards Daryl.

“No! Oh, my. That is a no-no. The whole thing. Not one bit of that shit flies here.“  He says pointing the tip of the bat Daryl’s face.

“No!” You say as you stand up in protest. Your best friend Maggie grabs your hand to keep you from walking over and punching the man yourself.

Negan looks at you with a big toothy grin and sends a wink in your direction while very obviously enjoying what he is seeing.

“Do you want me to do it?” says the man with the crossbow, grabbing Negan’s attention.

“No, you don’t kill that. Not until you try a little.” Negan says with a twisted grin.

Almost immediately the men who were pinning the man you love to the ground were now dragging him away. Before you could once again object Negan points at you.

“Bring the girl to.” He says.

Large hands grasp your shoulders a bit to tight and begin to drag you. You try to fight back, kicking and screaming, but you are just met with more hands to hold your struggling limbs. The men pick you up and toss you into the back of a vehicle. You assume it’s a van based on the size. The heavy metals doors slam shut. In an attempt to see what is going on you peer through the space between the doors. You immediately regret your decision. Yet another horror scene begins to unfold. Negan’s bat meets yet another one of your companions. This time it is Glenn. You scramble backwards as tears stream down your face again.

“No, Glenn!”

“Y/N” You hear Daryl’s deep voice say.

“Daryl, he killed Glenn.” You say with a sob.

Daryl gets to his feet and rams his shoulder into the doors again and again. The metal doors do not budge. You know that trying to stop him right now would be futile so you just scoot yourself backwards until your back hits the wall of the van and pull your knees to your chest. Daryl continues to kick and slam into the doors.

“Daryl. It no use.” You say.

“Let us out you son of a bitch!” Daryl yells as he continues his attack on the doors.

He continues until he can no longer. His body slumps down to the floor and you can hear him begin to cry. You crawl over to him and he pulls you on to his lap, placing his head on your shoulder. You cry along with him as the engine of the van rumbles to life.

You stay in each other’s arms until the van comes to a stop. The doors open letting light from head light flood into the van. Daryl wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him. A figure holding a bat stands at the entrance of the van.

“Welcome to the sanctuary.” Says Negan placing his bat on his shoulder.

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The Conquerors Daughter

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(Y/N) Targaryen was the daughter of Aegon the conqueror she was thought to be dead yet here she stands in front of Robert Baratheon and his family with her two massive dragons that almost cover the entire town of King's Landing (Y/N) smiles as they look at her frightened of what she will do.

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You are not her !

Word count:1469

Warning- seeing dead body and talking about blood.

“Daemon please tell me that you did love me” (Y/N) begs him to tell her the truth.

“I did love and care about you but I haven’t loved and cared for you for some time” Daemon says to (Y/N) watching all the love and hope leave her face.

(Y/N) looks at Daemon and turns away and turns back to him.

“You’ve never lived or cared for me, you only wanted Rhaenyra, well you should have taken her when you had the chance” (Y/N) yelled at him.

“I only ever wanted Rhaenyra but I couldn’t have her so I took you instead” Daemon says leaving you alone in the room.

(Y/N) looks at the door then looks back at her things and starts packing the clothes she could and runs to her dragon and leaves Daemon alone.

Many years before

(Y/N) and Rhaenyra rode side by side in the sky before flying back to King's Landing.

(Y/N) rode one of the deadly dragons the cannibal and Rhaenyra rode Syrax as (Y/N) lands cannibal she waits for cannibal to leave to make sure everyone is safe and Rhaenyra gets off Syrax and walks over to you and Alicent walks out the carriage waiting for you both and you both walk into the carriage and make your way to the Red Keep.

(Y/N) and Rhaenyra go to their rooms and change and go to their mothers room with Alicent following behind them.

“(Y/N), Rhaenyra you both know I don’t like you both flying while I’m in this condition” Aemma tells both her daughters.

“Mother” (Y/N) says smiling at Aemma while moving over to her.

“You don’t like us flying while you're in any condition” Rhaenyra says smiling.

“Your Grace,” Alicent says.

“Good Morrow Alicent” Aemma says.

“Did you sleep?” (Y/N) asks Aemma.

“I slept” Aemma tells (Y/N).

“How long?” Rhaenyra asks.

“I don’t need mothering from you both” Aemma says smiling at you both.

“Well here you are surrounded by attendants all focused on the babe someone has to attend to you” (Y/N) says.

“You both will lay in this bed soon enough this discomfort is how we serve the realm” Aemma tells you and Rhaenyra.

“I would rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory” Rhaenyra tells Aemma.

“We have royal wombs you and I and your sister, the child bed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip. Now both you go take a bath you stink of dragon” Aemma says.

(Y/N) goes to her room and bathes and Rhaenyra makes her way to the small council meeting.

(Y/N) bathes and gets dressed and moves around the keep and sees her sister and uncle talking in the throne room.

Rhaenyra leaves and finds Alicent and they make their way to the gods' wood and read.

(Y/N) makes her way to her room but hears her parents talking and decides to listen.

“Rhaenyra has already decided that she is having a sister” Aemma says, holding Viserys hand.

“Oh really and what has (Y/N) said?” Viserys asks.

“(Y/N) is just happy to have another sibling and Rhaenyra has picked a name for her” Aemma says smiling.

“Dare I ask?” Viserys asks Aemma.

“Visenya,she chose a dragon egg for the cradle that she said reminded her of Vhagar” Aemma tells Viserys.

“Gods be good this family already has its Visenya” Viserys says chuckling.

“Has there been any word from your brother?” Aemma asks.

“Not since I named him commander of the city watch I’m sure he will re-emerge for the tourney he could never stay away from the lists” Viserys says.

“The tourney to celebrate the first born son that we presently do not have,you do understand nothing will cause the babe to grow a cock if it does not already have one” Aemma says looking at Viserys.

“This child is a boy Aemma I’m certain of it I’ve never been more certain of anything the dream it was clearer than a memory our son was born wearing Aegon's iron crown when I heard the sound of thundering hooves splintering shields and ringing swords and I placed our son upon the Iron Throne as the bells of the grand sept tolled and all the dragons roared as one” Viserys says holding Aemmas hand.

“Born wearing a crown gods spare me birth is unpleasant enough as it is- This is the last time Viserys I’ve lost one babe in the cradle and two stillbirths and two pregnancies ended well before their term that’s five in twice as many years I know it is my duty to provide you an heir and I’m sorry if I have failed you in that I am but I’ve mourned all the dead children I can” Aemma tells him.

(Y/N) leaves the hall with tears falling down her face. She never knew her mother was in so much pain and suffering from so much loss.

The Tournament.

“Queen Aemma has begun her labors” Viserys announced to the whole kingdom.

“Where has my father gone?” (Y/N) asks Otto.

“He went to your mother, she needs him now” Otto tells you.

(Y/N) feels her body heat up she feels that she’s on fire and she might faint she reaches for Rhaenyra and let’s out a small cry she feels like something horrible is happening Otto comes back and talks to members of the council and they look at you and Rhaenyra and walk away to the Keep. (Y/N) runs out and the guards try to stop her but she runs past them and runs to see if her mother is alright and opens the door and sees her mothers body laying there with blood everywhere and she’s not moving (Y/N) runs over and begs her to wake up as she lets out a loud scream.

(Y/N) stood alone as she watched her mother and brothers body burn Cannibal flew over and roared out in pain as (Y/N) cried out.

(Y/N) stood at the door as her father yelled at Daemon and told him he’s named a new heir.

“Father?” (Y/N) calls out as she and Rhaenyra walk over to him.

“Balerion was the last living creature to have seen Old Valyria before the Doom, its greatness and its flaws. When you look at the dragons what do you see?” Viserys asks Rhaenyra as she would be his heir.

“What? You haven’t talked to me or (Y/N) since,mother’s funeral and now you send your king's guard down to bring us here why?” Rhaenyra asks.

“Answer me, it's important what do you see?” Viserys asks again.

“I suppose I see us,” Rhaenyra says.

“Tell me” Viserys says looking at her.

“Everyone says Targaryens are closer to gods than to men but they say that because of our dragons without them we’re just like everyone else’s” Rhaenyra says looking at Viserys.

“The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion; they're a power men should never have trifled with one that brought Valyria its doom. If we don’t mind our own histories it will do the same to us a Targaryen must understand this to be King or Queen I’m sorry Rhaenyra and (Y/N) I have wasted the years since you both were born waiting for a son” Viserys says looking at you both (Y/N) looks at her father happily because now he sees them.

“There is something else that I need to tell you both it might be difficult for you to understand but you both must hear it our histories they tell us that Aegon looked across the Blackwater from DragonStone saw a rich land ripe for the capture but ambition alone is not what drove him to conquest it was a dream and just as Daenys foresaw the end of Valyria, Aegon foresaw the end of the world of men it’s to begin with a terrible winter gusting out of the north Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds and whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living when this great winter comes Rhaenyra all of Westeros must stand against it and if the world of men is to survive a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne a king or queen strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and dark Aegon called his dream “The Song Of Ice And Fire” this secret it’s been passed from king to heir since Aegon's time now you must promise to carry it and protect it promise me this Rhaenyra promise me” Viserys tells Rhaenyra as (Y/N) watches on and smiles at her sister.

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You are not her !

sneak peek

“Daemon please tell me you care for me please” (Y/N) begs him.

“(Y/N) I did care for you once but you are not her”Daemon says looking at you and seeing all the love and hope vanish from your face.

“Of course I would never be Rhaenyra she’s the one you truly love then why marry me when you could have had my sister” (Y/N) yells at Daemon while slapping him in the face.

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hi! Can u write for Robb stark ? Something along the lines of best friends older brother (she’s Sansa’s friend) and him truly realizing his feelings when marriage proposals are coming in for her? Pls n thanks <<<<33333

(Y/N) ran up to Sansa and told her about the proposal that a southern lord asked her father for her hand and he would be here soon to meet (Y/N).

Arya ran away form Sansa and (Y/N) and told Jon and Robb what she heard.

“(Y/N) is getting married soon” Arya yells at Robb and Jon.

“What? What do you mean (Y/N) is getting married soon?” Robb asks Arya.

“I heard (Y/N) tell Sansa that some southern lord asked for her hand and she’s meeting him soon” Arya tells him.

Robb looks up at Jon and leaves him and Arya and runs to (Y/N).

Robb had fell in love with (Y/N) over the years she was everything he wanted in a woman and now he had to tell her how he feels or she’ll be happy with someone else.

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The Conquerers Daughter

Word count: 1008

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“My beautiful little dragon you are specially sent from the gods themselves and I need you to know why we choose to be here on DragonStone” Aegon tells (Y/N) about his dream and his dagger.

(Y/N) loved both her brothers Aenys was nice and caring and always helped everyone but Maegor was cruel and selfish he only cared for himself and his mother.

(Y/N) stood next to Aenys and Maegor as their father died (Y/N) cried and held onto Aegon’s hand not wanting him to leave her and her brothers.

“Aenys 1 Targaryen was born in 7 ac to Aegon the conqueror and his sister wife Rhaenys Targaryen and Rhaenys became pregnant again with (Y/N) Targaryen she was born 9 ac but Rhaenys would not live to see her children grow she passed in 10 ac Aegon’s other sister wife birthed Aegon another son named Maegor 1 Targaryen who would forever be remembered as Maegor the cruel” (Y/N) tells Daenerys as (Y/N) hands her over to the wet nurse.

“Viserys you must protect your sister now and always” (Y/N) tells little Viserys as she tells the handmaiden and knights to keep both children safe and protected.

“Are you coming with us (Y/N)?” Viserys asks her with tears in his eyes.

“Not today but soon my dragon” (Y/N) tells Viserys as the handmaiden takes him and Daenerys (Y/N) watches as they sail away and (Y/N) takes baby Aegon to safety and gives him to an old friend to keep him safe and tell no one who he truly is.

(Y/N) steps up the stairs that remain of her ancestral home Valyria (Y/N) looks around and sees nothing but stone men and one withered tower as (Y/N) looks into the tower there say three stoned dragon eggs one as white as snow one dark as night and one blue and purple (Y/N) took the eggs and left the old ruins and hide away from everyone.

(Y/N) is woken up my screeching coming from the fire and sees two of the three dragons have hatched and (Y/N) let’s out a cry and the dragons crawl over to (Y/N) as she holds them and names them snow and shadow and keeps the blue and purple one in the fire hoping it will hatch soon.

16 years later

(Y/N) reads the letter and sees that Viserys is marrying Daenerys to some Dothraki warlord named Khal Drogo so (Y/N) sailed to Pentos to see Viserys and Daenerys.

Pentos

“Who is that woman IIIyrio?” Viserys asks.

“That’s (Y/N) Targaryen she is Aegon The Conquerors daughter some say she was a gift to Aegon from the gods she helped you and your sister escape those years ago before hiding herself” IIIyrio tells Viserys.

“My little Viserys you have grown into a handsome man. Where is your sister?” (Y/N) asks Viserys.

“She is over there sitting with her husband” Viserys tells you as he leads you over to her.

“Oh my little dragon you have grown into a beautiful woman” (Y/N) tells Daenyers as she makes her way over to her.

“Do I know you?” Daenerys asks (Y/N).

“You wouldn’t remember me I helped your mother deliver you and help you and your brother escape” (Y/N) tells Daenerys as she hugs her.

“What is this?” Daenerys asks (Y/N) looking down at the golden Targaryen ring.

“It was your mothers I held onto it so I could give it to you one day” (Y/N) tells her.

“Thank you” Daenerys says as she holds onto (Y/N).

“If you ever need me Daenerys write me and I will come” (Y/N) tells Daenerys and leaves shortly after.

The Kings Road

(Y/N) flys over the kings road ahead of Robert and his knights and family and stops them (Y/N) gets off her dragon and tells the knights she needs to talk to Robert.

Robert and Cersei and there children and Ned Stark and his daughters walk out and see (Y/N) and her two large dragons.

“Hello Robert it’s been so long since I’ve seen you” (Y/N) says looking at Robert.

“What is it you want (Y/N)?” Robert asks (Y/N).

“I want you to leave Daenerys and Viserys alone I know you have someone watching them and telling you everything it stops now or I’ll burn your children alive in front of you and I’ll let my dragons have you and your wife for dinner so think about it Robert because no one will protect you from me and my dragons and Ned you watch over your daughters carefully around these people and you Arya write to me if you ever feel you or your family is in danger” (Y/N) tells Arya giving her a paper with everything she needs to know to call for you as you walk away and get back on your dragons and fly away seeing the fear in all their eyes.

(Y/N) watches on as Aegon sails, becoming a great sailor (Y/N) goes over and calls for him.

“You have grown strong” (Y/N) tells him.

“(Y/N) I’ve missed you, what brings you here?” Aegon asks you while hugging you.

“I’ve come to give you this” (Y/N) says as she hands him the blue and purple egg.

“A dragon egg thank you” Aegon says as he looks at the egg closely.

“Keep it in the fire it must be with fire alway” (Y/N) tells him before leaving him alone on the dock.

Aegon smiles at the egg and looks up at the sky and smiles with tears in his eyes.

“I miss you mother and father and soon I’ll make the people who took you away from me pay” Aegon says as he makes way to his room and puts the egg on the fire and watches as it slowly heats up and cracks versus slowly.

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You are not her part 2! Sneak Peek

“So I was never good enough for my father and I was never good enough for you?” (Y/N) tells Daemon.

“You will hate me more when I tell you this”Daemon tells you.

“Viserys gave me you because I couldn’t marry Rhaenyra after the whore house so he gave me you he didn’t love you (Y/N) I did for sometime but now you mean nothing to me I’m going to marry Rhaenyra” Daemon tells you and leaves you in the room wanting to just disappear from the world.

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Writing word for word from the book and the show is hard but I love doing it I hope you all will enjoy this part when it comes out next Friday.

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Jon Snow

“Lord Commander, it’s one of the wildlings you brought back says he knows your uncle Benjen says he’s still alive” Olly says looking at Jon and (Y/N).

“Are you sure he’s talking about Benjen?” Jon asks, sitting up in his chair.

“Said he was first ranger”

Jon looks at (Y/N) and gets up out of his chair and starts walking outside.

“Said he knows where to find him”

Jon runs outside with Olly right behind him.

“Man says he saw your uncle last full moon” Sir Alistair tells Jon.

“He could be lying”

“He could be there are ways of finding out”

“Where is he?” Jon asks, looking around.

“Over here”

Jon walks over to the group of men and walks into the middle of them to a sign that says “traitor” Jon looks at the sign and turns around to ask what this was there stood Sir Alistair with a blade and stabs Jon.

“For the watch”

“For the watch”

“For the watch”

“For the watch”

“For the watch”

“For the watch” Olly says, stabbing Jon in the heart.

Jon falls to the ground and lays there bleeding out. The men all walk away and find (Y/N) sitting in Jon’s room and they pull her out and lock her away from everything. Sir Davos walks out and sees Jon’s body and yells out for help and some men run out and help him bring Jon’s body into the room.

Ed runs to get help from the wildlings and make their way back to Castle black and put the men who killed Jon into the dungeons. “Where is (Y/N)?” Ed asks the men.

“She’s locked away in the back”

Ed runs to the door and hears (Y/N) hitting the door and opens it for her.

“Are you okay?”

“No they pulled me and locked me up, why?”

Ed pulls (Y/N) into the room and she sees Jon's body on the table.

“No…. No……no, why would they do this to him?” (Y/N) asks, looking at everyone in the room.

“They called him a traitor”

Davos leaves the room and knocks on Melisandre’s door.

“Do you know of any magic that could help bring him back?” Davos asks.

“If you want to help him leave him be” Melisandre says looking at Davos.

“Can it be done?”

“There are some with this power”

“How?”

“I don’t know”

“Have you seen it be done?”

“I met a man who came back from death but the priest who did it- it shouldn’t have been possible”

“But it was it could be now”

“Not for me”

“Not for you?”

“I saw you drink poison that should have killed you I saw you give birth to a demon made of shadows”

“Everything I believed the great victory I saw in the flames all of it was a lie- you were right all along the lord never spoke to me”

“Fuck him then fuck all of them I’m not a devout man obviously seven gods drowned gods tree gods it’s all the same- I’m not asking the lord of light for help I’m asking the woman who showed me that miracles exist”

“I never had this gift”

“Have you ever tried?”

Melisandre and Davos walk into the room and Melisandre moves to Jon’s body and pulls a rag and wets it and cleans Jon’s body trying not to wake (Y/N) or ghost up.

Melisandre walks around Jon and starts cutting his hair and makes her way to the fire and puts Jon’s hair in the fire and starts the spell

Zyhys oñoso jehikagon Aeksiot epi, se gis hen syndrorro jemagon.

"We ask the Lord to shine his light, and lead a soul out of darkness."

Zyhys perzys stepagon Aeksio Oño jorepi, se morghultas lys qelitsos sikagon.

"We beg the Lord to share his fire, and light a candle that has gone out."

Hen syndrorro, oños. Hen ñuqir, perzys. Hen morghot, glaeson.

"From darkness, light. From ashes, fire. From death, life."

She keeps cutting his hair then washes his hair and moves to put her hands on his chest and says the spell again.

“Please” Melisandre whispers softly.

Melisandre pulls her hands away and looks up at Davos and everyone else, sadly Tormund gets angry and leaves the room (Y/N) wakes up and they tell what they did everyone leaves the room and (Y/N) looks at Jon’s body and holds his hand one last time and leaves the room.

Davos walks back into the room and sees Jon there breathing in and out fast, Davos makes his way to Jon and wraps him up in a cloak.

“They stabbed me Olly he put a knife in my heart, I shouldn’t be here”

“The lady brought you back,”Davos says, looking at Melisandre.

“What did you see after they stabbed you, where did you go?” Melisandre asks, looking into Jon’s eyes.

“Nothing there was nothing at all”

“The lord brought you back for a reason”

(Y/N) walks into the room and sees Jon there.

“Jon…”(Y/N) cry’s out and runs into his arms holding him.

Davos looks at Jon and (Y/N) “I know this is fucking mad but you need to keep fighting”

Davos and Melisandre leave the room so (Y/N) and Jon can have a little time to talk.

“I love you Jon and I know that you know I love you but I lost you we lost you”(Y/N) says taking Jon’s hand and putting it on her little baby bump.”Jon I can’t lose you ever again”

“You won’t ever lose me again”

Jon gets dressed and holds (Y/N) close , afraid if he lets her go she might just disappear.

“It’s time” Ed says to Jon.

(Y/N) stands with Davos Jon walks down and makes his way through the men as they look at him scared and move back away from him Tormund walks up to him and hugs him Jon makes his way up to the men who killed his and asks if they have any last words and moves to the end and cuts the rope and watches as they fall and move around and die Jon moves over to Ed and takes off his cloak and gives it to Ed “what do you want me to do with this?”

“I don’t know, wear it, burn it castle black is yours-my watch has ended”Jon says walking away from Ed and makes his way to (Y/N) and holds her close and kisses her lips softly “I love you”.

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