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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Cockwarming.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my loves, this is a longer chapter than usual because I didn't want to split it up. Updates for a bit may be slow at the moment, but will try update you all as much as I can. Thank you all for the love and well wishes <3 Enjoy

Chapter 79: Moon Tea

Aemond stayed true to his word.

For days, you frequented the Gardens alone, and found that your peace was neither disturbed by the King or your husband. It gave you a reprieve and the chance to breathe away from it all.

A chance to collect yourself, to gather the pieces that had been violently scattered across the earth below.

And with those days, you sat where you usually did and attempted to read the mountain of books and stories that were piled high in your shared chambers, courtesy of Aemond. Some being novels that you had read already, others being new ones that the Prince thought might spark interest.

You had to begrudgingly admit, that he was right.

The books that he left you did spark interest, if only you got through the first few pages before being unable to read further. Your attention span had dwindled, and even though you believed Aemond when he said he would keep the King away from you, any noise, any presence of someone walking past, a knight or servant or Lord, you would still flinch, and your heart would race in your chest.

But still, Aegon had not been seen for days, and Aemond had been kind.

When you woke that morning, the young Prince had been curled around you as he usually was, awake far earlier than you, but content to let you sleep for if only moment more. It was a routine that the two of you had fallen heavily into.

He would rise with the sun as he always did, and watch over you as you slept, tucked to his chest as a lazy hand would rub soft and featherlike fingertips across your skin, desperate to touch you, yet not wanting to wake you up.

And you were thankful for it.

For Aemond’s time away in Harrenhal left little time to sleep, or breathe, or feel safe. Aegon’s attack adding to further lack of sleep or calm, and in a shocking turn of events, you had all three in Aemond's clutches.

You had wriggled in his hold, and the One-Eyed Prince hummed, pressing a lingering kiss atop the crown of your head. A gesture that you had previously only gotten from your mother or father.

When you were both dressed and seated at the table, the maids had brought in your breakfast for the both of you. The usual of meats, eggs and fruit, and todays warm bread, whose crust crackled under your excited hands, had olives kneaded throughout.

You ate together, enjoying the way the soft sponge of the bread had subtle sour bursts of flavour when a hidden slice of olive was revealed to your waiting mouth. It was different, and it was something that you decided in that moment that you liked.

Joanna placed your tea in front of you, and you thanked her softly, pulling the small glass pot of honey towards you as you put two heaping serves into the steaming brew. As you stirred the tea, Aemond watched you with an inquisitive eye before speaking, your spoon clinking against the side of the china.

“What are your plans for the day?” He asked, watching as you brought the teaspoon to your lips to lick the remnants of the honey off, sweetness coating the roof of your mouth before placing it back onto the matching saucer.

“I was going to go for a stroll through the Garden, then perhaps make my way to the Library.” You picked up the steaming tea and brought it to your lips, blowing the steam away.

“I will be joining you today.”

You brought the unsipped tea away from your lips, “Oh? But haven’t you your duties to attend to?”

“I have a duty to my wife.” His eye was focused on you, “And so I have freed my day to spend it with you.”

Freed his day?

Your stomach turned, but for what reason, you did not know.

You nodded stiffly, bringing the tea to your lips to sip, tasting the tart, minty tea move hotly down the back of your throat. You blinked, a spark of familiarity bursting on your tongue.

“And what shall we do on this fine day?” You asked him, hot tea in your hands still as you looked out to the window.

The sun was high in the sky, and there was not a cloud in sight in Kings Landing. There was no looming storm, or brusque winds. It looked to be a beautiful day.

“It’s a surprise.”

Anxiety was what you felt.

Surprise.

You sipped at the tea again, eyebrows drawn as you tried to figure out why the tea you had been drinking so frequently suddenly tasted oddly familiar.

“Are we going to see Vermithor?” You asked, knowing that you would not.

But you so desperately wished to see him. You so desperately wished to fly again. To be by his side. To feel his bond and connect again. To assure him that you were okay. To soar high amongst the clouds, to feel free, to feel you again.

Aemond did not respond, and let the chambers bask in the silence of his answer.

No.

You looked down and placed the tea back on the table, moving to take a star fruit onto your plate, cutting it up to eat. Aemond watched you the whole time, no longer using your hands to tear the flesh apart, and instead using the sharp knife and fork.

“Perhaps,” Aemond began, watching your reaction, “I could take you to fly upon Vhagar’s back.”

You swallowed thickly, heart beating against your ribs, hands tightening around the cutlery.

Vhagar.

Arrax.

Lucerys.

Dracarys.

“I think I am perfectly content on the ground, thank you.” You grit out.

You did not want to be anywhere near Vhagar.

You lifted the tea to help wash down the tart star fruit which seemed to have gone bad in your mouth, its sticky flesh stuck in the back of your throat.

As the steaming brew washed over your taste buds you froze again. Why was it so familiar? Tart. Minty. A hint of honey. Aemond’s eye was no longer on you, instead sheepishly looking down at his plate as he cut through a thick slice of sausage.

Familiar.

“Please Princess, you must drink the tea.” The Dowager Queen had said quietly, the Maester beside you looking with clinical eyes, the colour from them seemingly gone, and nothing but a blank mask upon his face.

You took another sip, letting the brew settle upon your tongue. Minty. Tart. Almost earthy in its flavour, and yet as you took another trying sip it all came together. Aemond placed some meat into his mouth to chew, eye looking back up at you.

It was familiar.

And now you knew why.

Moon Tea.

It was Moon Tea.

They were giving you Moon Tea.

You sipped deeply on the tea in hand, draining the last of the dregs into your eager and waiting mouth.

It was Moon Tea.

They were giving you Moon Tea.

You placed the tea cup back down on the table as you looked at your husband.

Was he giving you Moon Tea?

Was this his doing?

You moved to open your mouth and ask him, but stopped.

Aemond, would never give you Moon Tea. Aemond would never prevent his seed from taking. Because Aemond had done nothing but tell you of his desires for an heir and watching you grow with his child.

You placed a small cut of star fruit into your mouth and chewed in thought.

Could it be them?

Could it be the King?

Was this another part of Aegon to spite his brother?

Or was this Alicent or Otto’s doing?

No.

The Greens needed an heir to support the treaty and solidify it.

As Aemond began to finish his meal, the maids entered the chambers to collect the plates and empty cups, Joanna’s eyes flitting to the empty tea cup.

She was checking if it had been drunk.

The maids.

The maids had been giving you Moon Tea.

But surely the maids were not doing it of their own volition, after all they barely know you, and if either were caught giving you such a thing, both would be killed for treason.

Aemond stood to move about the room, collecting some tomes on the side table.

But only Maesters, woods witches and brothel mistresses were skilled in making the tea.

The Maester.

Aemond came back over to you, books in hand. His pale fingers were wrapped tightly around a pile of three, a familiar black leather bound book that was broken on the top. Aemond looked at you and waited for you to stand.

You stood on shaky legs, mind reeling.

The Maester and maids were giving you Moon Tea.

You had allies.

Kepa.

You bit the sides of your cheeks to stop the smile that attempted to wind up your face, and blinked away the tears that had begun to tickle at your eyes.

Your mother and father had eyes on you.

The two of you walked down to the gardens together, the sun beaming warmth on the two of you. You led the way to your favourite spot, and Aemond followed, moving to sit at the small table that sat in the centre of the space.

The Targaryen Prince placed the three tomes in the centre of the table before turning to look at you.

“The road ahead of us is not easy.” Your uncle began, voice crisp, “But I intend to pave the path with good intentions.”

Aemond kept his violet eye on you, the sun brightening the sapphire orb beside it.

Road?

“If you will let me.” He finished, waiting for your response.

Your mouth felt dry.

“And what road do you speak of?” You spoke slowly, unsure.

Behind Aemond, a group of servants came towards you, silver and gold trays in hand.

You looked at Aemond, brows furrowed, before back at the servants, who began to place trays of food atop the table around the books.

Atop the silver and gold trays were cakes and pastries of all kind, rolls of puffed custard, buns with cinnamon and biscuits, all piled high and far too much for the two of you. Some more familiar, the others new to you.

On one tiny china dish in particular, sat two lemon tarts.

“Aem, stop!” You giggled, rushing towards your uncle as he snuck into the Keeps Kitchen, small hands grabbing piles of freshly baked lemon tarts in his own.

“They’re your favourite!” The young boy hushed, grabbing more than his hands could hold, tucking them into his arms before turning to face you, violet eyes dancing in mischief and cheeks blush red.

“Shh! If the Septa-“ You began, smile cracking wider on your face as you turned to look around the darkened kitchen as a noise caught the both of your attention.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and Aemond’s eyes widened, one hand flying out to grab yours, a single lemon tart falling to the floor between you before he was pulling you with him towards a secret path, winding down the corridors.

Your hand flew to your lips as you giggled, half running with your uncle into a dark secret passage, hidden behind a stone door covered in a painting of two lovers entertained, fire ablaze around them.

As you ran through the corridor and through the passage, two more tarts were lost on your escape, falling to the cold stone floors, forgotten by the two young children who had stolen them.

Loud laughter pealed from the both of you as you heaved in breaths, Aemond’s hands holding the crushed tarts to his robes, sticky crumbs stuck to his green robes in the dark.

“There is a thief amongst us!” You exclaimed, nothing but joy rising in you.

“No such thing.” Aemond responded defiantly, teeth showing in his wide grin.

“Well, give me the spoils then.” You giggled, greedy hand reaching outwards towards Aemond, who still held the tarts nestled against his chest by singular arm.

But only two remained.

Aemond’s small hand lifted a crushed tart and held it out to you, smiling.

You turned to look at Aemond, “Lemon tarts?”

“I remember them being your favourite.” He hummed.

You could not stop the smile that teased your lips.

“I remember you stealing them from the kitchens.” You teased.

“And I remember you asking me to.”

You moved to sit at the table, spiced Dornish wine being poured into seperate goblets for the two of you. Aemond followed and sat opposite, back stiff as it always was. The man seemed to have a permanent stick up his spine, posture exactly like his mother.

They were more alike than either would likely think.

“I did no such thing.” You responded contritely.

“Hm.”

The two of you sat together and nibbled at the plates of treats, sipping from your wines as he reached across the table, picking up the broken leather tome to hand you ‘The Fourteen Flames’.

There was an undeniable shift between the two of you.

Aemond could be an ally.

Not only had the One-Eyed Prince stepped away from his duties for the day, he had arranged for desserts of all kinds to be brought to the two of you. He had brought three of your favourite books to read together.

And he had brought lemon tarts.

You took the book from Aemond and flicked it open at the start, not knowing where you had gotten up to the last time, barely reading the words on the pages, instead thinking about what was to come and what was required of you.

The two of you nibbled and read in parallel with each other, a silent affair, if not for the soft chewing, sips, or the turning of pages. On occasion, Aemond would hum as he read, and you could not help your gaze from rising to look at him.

You let yourself observe him, if not truly for the first time since your arrival, in a way that was undisturbed or clouded by rage.

The soft round cheeks that Aemond once had, had melted away from his face, revealing sharp and high cheekbones that hollowed his face. The nose that had once been buttoned and sloped, had now grown aquiline, pointed, and angled, sharp to match the rest of his features.

You remembered that if the days were humid, or if he had spent much time training, his hair would become wavy and frizz, the volume doubling, much like his mothers.

As a child Aemond had shoulder length hair, that he always wore in the same style, until recently. Today, his hair was pulled backwards from the sides, braided and pulled into a singular, long braid at the back of his head, the rest of his silver locks laying flatly on his back.

A ray of light shone on one side of the man, and his silver hair seemingly glowed from the light. As though it held light itself. As though it was created for it. For Valyrian blood carried these Godly aspects, and for the first time, you looked at him and realised what it may be like for someone of non-Valyrian descent to gaze upon you.

It looked heavenly.

Godly.

Pure.

Was this how he saw you?

Was this how the realm saw you all?

Was this why you were said to be closer to Gods than man?

The longer you looked, the more you noted about your husband.

His lips were plumb, a soft pink, and curled lightly up at the sides, as though he was always smirking or on the verge of smiling. His lips, which you had seen sneer, and grin, and frown at you, naturally tilted upwards. And you were stuck with the knowledge that they were soft.

Then there was his eye.

As children, you had loved his eyes. The way they had expressed so much, had shown so much, without the need for words. You could tell when he was younger if he was upset or excited, and despite how hard he would argue that he was neither, you always just knew. The bright violet would light up when you were near, and the two of you would excitedly talk for hours. And as he has grown, the violet seeing eye had stayed the same.

Ever telling of his moods and desires.

But now, a large scar cut through his cheek, and the secondary eye you had loved as a child was lost, and replaced with a sapphire orb. A colour which you had once loved, the colour of the night sky when the stars lit the realm, the colour of Forget-Me-Nots in Spring, or Gentians in the late days of Summer, or even, now that you looked at it longer, the colour of blue Monkshood, flowers you knew to grow towards the North.

Sapphire had once been a colour that marked the flowers bloom for you, the stars and their tales, but now it marked a time of change. The eye that was lost was replaced, and so was that part of Aemond.

With the loss of the young boys eye came the embodiment of the deep and grotesque scarring. The violence, the anger, the rage, and the spite. With the loss of his eye, came the Aemond that he had grown to be.

Scarred. Tortured. Angry.

Riddled with sorrow, animosity, and cynicism.

And over the few days having been spent together, and the tension slowly bleeding away from the two of you, you came to realise that there were still small parts of Aemond inside that you remembered.

Still holding on.

Still lingering.

The Prince’s seeing eye was a reminder of what was, and his missing one a reminder of what is.

One violet eye. Your memories of youth together.

The sapphire orb. The new memories created.

Good and bad, both there upon his face.

Both there within him.

A man of complexity that even you were still trying to understand.

But he had changed.

His demeanour towards you had changed.

Always you.

I love you.

Aemond was not the only one who had changed either. You had changed too. The scars on your body were similar to his eye. A reminder of what has happened. A reminder of change.

A reminder of what has been lost.

Visual representations of the people that you had turned out to be.

And if you continued to play your cards right, if you continued to slowly gain his trust, if you continued to slowly get him to come to your side, to follow your every beck and call, to carry out his word own doing anything for you, he could help you.

Do anything for you.

Kesan tepagon ao tolvie run.

I will give everything to you.

It was slow work, tedious, and something that could not be rushed. Go too fast in creating the bond, and he would know something was amiss. He would know that you were not sincere in your affections or intentions.

He would know.

For Aemond was a smart man, cunning, clever. As he always had been.

But you had been working to his strengths, and his weaknesses, as well as your own, and finally, the fruits of your labour were beginning to show.

Though there was a shadow of doubt that continued to linger in the back of your mind.

Was he manipulating you the way you were him?

Was he aware?

For if he was, he did not show it. But after recent events, the matching black robes, his violence towards Aegon, his disdain being voiced aloud, you knew that you were succeeding in what you had known would be a long, and lengthy process.

Aemond was already a suspicious man. Untrusting. And it would take time. And time is what you had. He would take from you, and you would take in return.

“What are you thinking?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You felt your cheeks blush and you cleared your throat, looking down.

He had caught you staring.

“How different you have become.” You replied, looking back to his violet eye.

Aemond hummed and placed the book he had been reading back into his lap, closing it shut, and you mirrored him, shutting the busted tome in your own.

“You have… grown into a man.” You continued.

“And you, a woman.”

His gaze was so intense, the way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat. His pupil almost swallowed his iris whole, and the lid of his eye was half closed, looking at you from under his lashes.

Looking at you with intent.

With desire.

Hungrily.

Ravenously.

You looked away, eyeing the untouched lemon tarts on the side of the table. Neither of you making the first move to eat them, instead nibbling at all the other treats around them. You even dared to eat a rhubarb tart, which flavours were not favoured by your tastebuds.

Aemond followed your gaze, and reached for the small plate, lifting it across the table and offering it to you.

You took the tart from Aemond’s waiting hand. The darkness of the passage shrouding the both of you, a small sliver of light streaming in from an open hole on the side, shining moonlight onto the older boys hair.

The young Prince smiled brightly at you as you bit into the tart, watching you with excited violet eyes as you hummed, enjoying the sour and sweet pastry. But the young Prince did not move to eat his tart, and instead, Aemond held it in his hand as he watched you devour yours.

Crumbs covered your lips as you licked them clean, swiping up the lemony custard away from your lips. The young Prince’s eyes darted to your mouth, if only for a moment. A warmth spread through his body and a blush rose on his cheeks, though you could not see it in the dark.

“They are so much better when they’re fresh.” You had grinned, chewing loudly as Aemond tried his best to not laugh at his niece who ate more like a wild animal than a Princess, but he still did not move to eat it with you.

“Aren’t you going to eat your spoils, Aem?” You had teased, confused as to why the older Prince had not moved to eat the treat that he had stolen.

A pause.

He was thinking.

Aemond slowly moved his arm, tart in hand towards you, and offered you his wordlessly.

A shy smile replaced the once excited one on his lips.

You blinked at Aemond and reached across the table to grasp a tart, putting it on your plate.

Aemond’s hand lingered between the table, unsure of whether to take the plate back to himself, which he eventually did, picking up the fresh tart and placing it upon his own plate.

You stared at each other uncertainly, waiting for the other to begin. And when Aemond made no move after a few moments past, you picked up a small fork and pressed down into the centre of the tart, cutting it in half, and then half again. Aemond watched with a keen eye as you brought it up to your lips to chew.

The sweetness of the tart spread across your tongue, subtle hints of lemon mixing with the pastry. You could not help the smile that spread on your lips, eyes closing as you savoured what had been a favoured treat in your youth.

“They are so much better when fresh.” You spoke, watching Aemond slowly cut into his own, though not lifting it to his mouth.

“Are you not going to eat yours?” You asked, watching as he seemed to enjoy observing you eat.

Aemond smirked, his eye roaming slowly up and down your body, “My tastes are more inclined to things that are sweet.”

You blushed, heat rising in your cheeks.

Aemond was flirting.

Warm spread through your body as you shifted, rubbing your thighs together, “I think you also like the bite that comes with it…. The lemon, of course.” You said coyly, a small smirk of your own spreading on your lips.

“Truthfully, lemon tarts have never been favoured by me.”

“But you used to always eat them as a child.” You argued, brows furrowed, “You would steal large piles of them in the Kitchens for me and-“

Oh.

Aemond gave you a small, shy smile, though it short lived before he picked up his plate, and offered it across the table to you, tart cut in half, untouched beyond that.

Uneaten.

"Here." The young Prince handed you his tart in the dark, small smile on his lips.

"Are you sure, Aem?" You had asked, hand hovering in the air between you.

"Take it." He smiled.

An offering that you took.

“I thought you liked them.” You said, almost feeling guilty.

“I liked them because you did.”

That night you lay in bed beside Aemond, curled against him to sleep, the heat of his body radiating around you. You shifted, trying to get comfortable, rolling over to face your back to him as you closed your eyes.

The day had been good.

You had spoken without vitriol, ate sweets, and read together. You had walked around the Gardens, purposely avoiding the spot where the Monkshood grew, before you both had stopped at the Godswood, looking up at its bright red leaves.

Aemond had moved to sit beneath it, but it was too much for you. Too normal. Too familiar, and you had lowered your head and walked back to the chambers, leaving a confused silver haired Prince behind. You ate dinner together quietly, and thanked him for spending the day with you, for the lemon tarts, for the walk, with a list you had compiled in your head, and he had given you a small hum in response.

When you were readied for bed, he had not looked at you, nor had he moved to touch you like he usually did. And instead, let you crawl into bed first, and then him a while after. Writing hunched over a parchment and singular candle light before joining you.

The hour was late, and your eyes had grown heavy, lulled by his even breathing and the warmth that he brought in the otherwise cozy chambers.

Two large hands gripped your waist as you had rolled, pulling you back against him.

Aemond, you quickly realised, craved physical touch. Searched for it wherever he went. Sought it out in you. Even if it was the barest of grazes of a finger on your arm, a hand through your hair. His hand in yours. Your body wrapped around his.

Aemond craved it, and sought it out from you frequently, and you let him.

The thin chemise that you wore did little for your modesty as you felt Aemond’s hardening cock press into the flesh of your ass. You shifted, feeling heat bloom within you at his arousal, rubbing backwards against him.

Aemond sighed, thrusting slowly up against you as one hand held your stomach, pulling you back on him, the other worming its way beneath your head, reaching out to grip the hand that had rested beneath it.

Long fingers intertwined with yours as he pushed forward again, anticipation building in your chest. The hand on your stomach slid over the curve of your hip, resting on the bone as he pulled you back to guide you against him, chasing his own pleasure as the chemise slowly rose up your thighs.

Reaching back, you pulled the thin silk further up your body, revealing your bare core to him, before moving back again, grasping his heavy length in the palm of your hand. Aemond groaned and thrusted up into your grip as you gave him slow pumps.

You bit your lip, and guided the head down, feeling the leaking tip rub his arousal on your inner thighs as you lined him up with your core. The hand holding yours tightened, and you felt a puff of breath blow against the back of your head.

Rolling your hips backwards you let his cock glide through your folds, your slick coating his length. You sighed, back arching as his tip brushed against your bud, pleasure sparking within.

Aemond’s chest vibrated with a groan as he let you arch backwards towards him, assisting in the angle as you pushed the head of his cock to the entrance of your dripping centre.

Slowly he pushed through your folds, groaning as he stretched you apart on his cock, pleasure blooming in your core as you felt every vein and ridge of him brushing your walls inside.

There was no pain anymore when he did this. The pain had long gone, and only pleasure was in its place as you clenched around his length.

Aemond pulled out slowly before thrusting back into your heat, fingers twitching on your hip and in your hand. You mewled loudly into the room as he began to fuck you slowly, sensually, and sleepily.

You let your head roll backwards onto his shoulder as he kept a steady pace, the sound of your slick folds filling the chambers as you whined.

The gentle pleasure bloomed within you, with the angle and the way he was moving, his cock brushed against your inner pleasure spot with each thrust. Aemond had learnt your body well, in ways that you did not know where possible. In ways that he continued to learn, and continued to show you the results.

You let him fuck you sleepily, his hand moving to gently rub against your bud, soft, slow twists of his hand that gradually brought you closer and closer to your peak, other hand moving beneath you to grab at your breast, using it to pull you tightly against him.

Aemond did not whisper to you that evening, only soft moans and sighs leaving his lips behind you, head buried into your neck as he brought you lazily to your peak.

Pleasure rocked through you as you moaned, hips stuttering backwards as he continued his pace, fucking you through your release, slick coating your thighs and his cock as the fingers on your bud continued their ministrations.

Hot flames licked at you as he continued, his pace faltering as your walls clenched down on him tightly.

Aemond came with a grunt, pushing his cock to the hilt within you as he breathed raggedly into your shoulder, lips occasionally placing soft kisses to the skin. You felt his seed fill your core, its warmth settling inside of you hotly.

Turning your head, Aemond captured your lips into a searing kiss, keeping himself inside of you. He kissed you until you felt out of breath, your release blanketing you in the fuzzy warmth of fatigue.

You hummed as Aemond pulled away, pulling you tightly against him, his length twitching inside of you.

You shifted, trying to tilt your hips so that his cock would slide from your folds, but Aemond only tightened his hold on you, pulling you tighter to his chest.

“Shh. Go to sleep.” He murmured into your neck, placing another wet kiss there.

You stopped wriggling, feeling oddly full as you tried to do as he said and fall to sleep. It was distracting having him inside of you, and you would occasionally feel his cock jump within you, causing you to moan quietly and clench, and Aemond would shush you again.

Slowly but surely, the fatigue of the day swept you to your sleep, with Aemond still buried deeply inside of you.

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A Lady’s Thrill

Aemond Targaryen x wife reader

word count: 3.5k+

About: a stressed Aemond returns late and his lady wife helps him de-stress.

Includes: explicit sexual content! (m and f receiving oral, fingering, overstimulation, praise, some degradation, p in v) also some comfort fluff ♥

Note: hello lovely reader! get comfy and enjoy my longest (and perhaps filthiest?) fic to date. please, enjoy! have an idea? I’m open to requests!

Such was the hour that you were beginning to lose hope in seeing your husband tonight. Aemond had been gone all day, leaving early in the morning with little more than a goodbye kiss. Stress had been high as of late; everyone seemed to be under its weight. Sunset was hours ago and you'd still yet to see him. While not completely out of his character to be gone overnight -- sometimes multiples at a time -- tonight looked as if it would be just that. Your eyelids grew heavier by the moment.

Quiet minutes passed and you were beginning to drift to sleep when a crash through the door jolted you awake. The relaxing atmosphere of yours and Aemond's bedchamber immediately shifted and you might as well have ran into a wall. “W-wha?” You sat up in bed and blinked, unable to make words on your sleepy tongue.

“If he wasn't my brother I'd maul him,” Aemond seethed, jaw tense and fluttering with unspoken words. He slammed the door closed behind him and instantly ripped his eyepatch off, carelessly throwing it somewhere. He paced long strides and his footfalls were heavier than his normal gait. “And mother just lets him.” Despite all the love he had for Alicent he still spat the words. Instead of hitting or kicking something like another man might, the young prince held his arms tightly behind his back. Posture square and straight. Cold fury colored his face and for a moment you thought he might actually spit fire.

“My love,” you said, hardly above a whisper. “Please. Sit and relax a moment, yes?” You stepped out of bed, nightgown fluttering around your ankles as you moved with precision around the room.

Inaudible high valyrian grumbled from his chest. “It's a grand joke to him. All of it. How can mother let it happen too? Why does no one stand up to him?” If the situation were any lighter he might have scoffed beneath his breath. The chair he habitually sat in was in front of the hearth, at an angle, to have a view of the bed, study table, and door. Its cushioned seat let out a breath beneath his weight while his arms instantly draped atop the thick rests.

You appeared by his good side, goblet and pitcher in hand. “Here,” you offered the goblet. “Drink. It'll help.” You filled it about halfway, knowing he didn't like to drink much this late.

“Thank you, my darling. I don't mean to come in like this, but--,”

“--do not apologize,” you cut him off. “I cannot imagine the stress you're constantly under. Not even mentioning your chronic pain. If half of what you say about Aegon is true and I were his sibling? I'd have killed him a long time ago.” You kissed the top of his head, carefully unlacing the tie that held his hair back. It fell free around your wrists.

That brought an amused chuff from his nose. “Murder is much worse than mauling.”

“And I would live with those consequences.”

He drank before kissing the top of your hand, lips leaving behind the barest trace of wine.

“You are free and safe within these walls, husband,” you said softly, sincerely. You held a brush and began to gently pull it down and through his lovely hair. It reflected the warm firelight exquisitely, shimmering and flowing in all of its Targaryen glory. You cherished tending to it when time allowed, and he always loved it when you did. He drank again and you continued to quietly brush, only the crackling hearth sounds filling the room.

You'd filled his cup two more times, letting him unwind from the day. Slowly, like falling asleep, the tension in his shoulders eased.

“I barge in here and wake you up, yet you still wine and attend me. You are much too sweet, my dear. I appreciate you, and this, very much,” Aemond said with meaning. You'd been in a bit of a trance, and it seemed he might have been too.

“Anything for my prince,” you reply, voice low and warm like the embers in the hearth. It was then, and only then, that you put aside the brush and stepped from behind Aemond. “You smell like salt, and dragon, and smoke,” you said, eyes admiring him as you now stood in front of him. “I know there are only few things that would make you carry such a trio and I dare not ask. At least not tonight,” you offered a soft smile, the expression twinkling in your eyes. You traced a finger beneath his scarred eye, tucking a stray bit of hair behind his ear, and trailed the same digit across the span of his shoulder. “Let me assist you in taking these off.”

Whether the darkened expression in his eye was from the low light or what your words implied, you couldn't tell. Leaning forward he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to his lap. Your knees bent into the cushion by his thighs, effortlessly straddling over him, and he bunched your nightgown high around your thighs to make sitting easier. “Be my guest, my lady.”

A thrill danced up and down your spine. You'd been married for less than a year. Yet, still, you could see yourself becoming an excited maiden in countless years down the road; such was the power Aemond had over you. The space between your mouths closed, and you tried not to be too eager in deepening the affection.

“Mm,” he hummed, satisfied, long fingers disappearing into the hair behind your ears. “My sweet wife,” he whispered against your mouth, nose tipping under yours so he could bite over your bottom lip.

You smiled, giddiness washing over you at his words. “I missed you today.” Your hands pushed up his front until you felt the top clasp of his tunic, fingers making quick work at undoing it. Pushing it open revealed the warmth of his neck and collar, fair skin glowing in the firelight.

“Se nyke ao,” 'and I, you.' His hands traced down your arms and over your thighs, pushing back up your front to begin untying the laces of your sleepwear.

You kissed along his jaw, down the column of his throat, and over his collarbones. The second clasp of his tunic popped open beneath your touch, and soon, the third. His breath came faster as you kissed and nibbled his chest. You made no move to fully push his clothes off, instead leaving them open wide, secured to his body by his shoulders. Your mouth crashed to his again and you couldn’t help yourself as your hands squeezed between your bodies to begin fumbling with his belt. “Let me make you forget all of that. If only for tonight,” you declared as you began to slowly slide off his lap and between his legs.

A near silent hiss sounded from Aemond as you knelt before him. It was rare he let you please him in such a manner -- the young prince preferring to be the one in control of your pleasure -- it thrilled you even more that he made no move to guide you to the bed instead. Leaning back on your heels you took his boot off, tossing it and the sock somewhere to the side, repeating the same thing to his other. Heat pooled between your thighs as you leaned forward and unlaced his pants with practiced fingers.

He watched you from above, hungry eye not missing a single detail of your motions. A low sound came from him as you pulled him free -- mostly hard and quickly hardening -- hips lifting as you made to pull his trousers full off. His hands gripped against the armrest, knuckles taut beneath the skin.

“My lovely prince,” you said reverently before taking him in your hand, slowly wrapping your mouth around his tip. The sensation which filled you was unlike anything you expected. The sharp inhale of his breath sent tingles all up and down your spine, webbing out to your most sensitive places. Beneath your mouth, you began to pump along his length with slow, easy movements. You took more of him in, then, pulling back with a wet 'pop' before doing it over.

Aemond's hand extended to your face, tracing the back of it over the sweep of your cheekbone. With upturned eyes you watched as he bit over his bottom lip. As soon as you released him with a second pop he traced the outline of your lips, thumb slowly pushing into your parted mouth. “So pretty on your knees,” he said lowly, eye hooded. He opened his legs wider, giving you all the room you might need.

You smiled with fluttering lashes, licking along any part of his length your hand wasn't covering. You continued to pump those slow lazy pumps, kissing his cock with hot, open mouthed kisses. You relished the feel of his solidness, his heat, his scent, beneath you; all intensifying as you continued. You held him firmly at his base and took him into your mouth again. Tongue slid along his underside as you dipped your head further and further down, as far as you could go, sucking all around him as you pulled up, gasping.

"Good girl," he purred, shifting his hips to line up with your mouth. "Your mouth feels so good. Keep that up, darling." That same hand as before moved to rest atop your head. He made no move to force anything, simply rested it there, fingers pushing through your tresses.

You desperately wanted friction between your thighs. More so than that you wanted to hear more of those delicious praises from your husband. You engulfed him. He hit the back of your throat and you gagged. He groaned. Briefly keeping your spot there, you hollowed your cheeks around him and sucked, pulling up to push forward again. And again. And again. Lewd sounds began building and they only seemed to egg both of you on more. One of your hands cupped and gently rolled his balls, feeling a new wave of rippling tension flow through him.

"Oh fuck, my girl. There, just like that... shit, you feel so good," he rasped as you bobbed. His hand tightened in your hair, head falling back as he let you continue at your own pace.

Despite the ache growing in your jaw, you obeyed. You bobbed, and rolled, and sucked, and slurped, feeling him grow utterly rigid with your fervor. He began to pulse harder. That could only mean one thing and a new thrill danced through you.

Both his hands went to your head and immediately knotted into your strands. He guided your head up and down at his pace now. Your gagging and choking didn't stop him, and if anything it only made him want to savor every second until his release. "Gonna come soon, darling. Is that what you want? My seed all over your pretty tongue?"

He paused to let you breathe. Your eyes upturned, his down cast; fire and lightening clashing. With gasping breaths and desperate eyes, you nodded.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl," he growled, rolling his hips into you as he shoved your head down for the final time. He wasn't going to let you free again until he was spent and you knew it. Your nose pushed into the flat of his groin, your throat wholly lodged. "Swallow. I want to taste myself on your tongue."

Even if you didn't want to you had little choice in the matter. But you did. You wanted it horribly. You throbbed unbearably between your thighs, arousal no doubt pooling in your under clothes. Your hands gripped onto his thighs, fingers splayed wide as you pushed up his slim hips and lean abdomen, scratching down the same trail and ending in a firm grasp around his calves. He exploded, and the sounds that poured from your husband's mouth sent ecstasy thrilling down your spine.

Just as you were swallowing, his grip moved from your hair to your upper arms and he pulled you up, not bothering to wipe the mess that was your mouth before he crashed into it. He kissed you deeply, needing it as much as you, and tasted the salt of his body. He moaned and all the air escaped the room. "Why are you still dressed?" He asked, not letting you answer before removing your nightgown without care. "Lay on the bed. Now."

You were a trembling mess still trying to catch your breath and you did not need to be told twice. Standing on shaky legs you made your way to the bed and laid flat. You lifted your head to see him and vibrated at the sight: Aemond Targaryen stood in an otherworldly smooth motion, cock already half hard again, long hair spilling down his front as he walked to you in deliberate strides. Had you any pressure on any part of your body you'd have bowed with climax right then and there.

Immediately he pulled you to the edge of the bed, startling you. The hold on your thighs as he spread them apart was barely controlled, fingertips denting into the soft flesh. He sighed, reveling at the sight. "Look at this beautiful cunt. My darling wife, you're soaked and glistening from sucking my cock. No better, and thrice as wet, as the most eager whore."

A blush of excitement, embarrassment, and horror bloomed in your face as you looked down at him, his eye blown huge while the sapphire glinted dark as dragonglass in the low light. "Was fun," you whispered, smiling, wiggling your hips in an attempt to press closer to him.

"Don't move and don't touch yourself. I want to look at what's mine. ñuhon. 'mine' I want to savor this absolute perfection."

"Aemond...," you whine, sounding pitiful even to your own ears. "Not fair."

He spread you open gently, utterly feasting on the sight. A breath trembled from his lungs, posture shifting to that of a predator. "I don't think I've ever seen you this wet. You must have loved choking on my cock." He mocked, watching as your body reacted his words: throbbing and clenching around nothing. "Oh, you did? My filthy girl."

Your hands found his, and with trembling fingertips you held onto his wrists as he still held you open. "Please, Aemond. This is torture," you mumbled in the same tone as before; pitiful and aching for any sensation he might give you.

He loved hearing that. "My sweet wife, begging so prettily." He leaned forward and kissed you where he held you open, knowing once he started he wouldn't be able to stop. You clenched and dripped beneath his kiss, pathetically desperate for what he was beginning. You moaned and he laughed. "So fucking wet. What is it this lovely cunt wants?"

Words nearly failed you. Your blush prickled your scalp and pebbled your breasts. "Anything."

"Mayhap more kisses?" He asked as he kissed your swollen outer lips, and further out to that soft, gentle space in the very inside of your thighs. He dared kiss the top of your mound too, chin ghosting over your exposed clit.

"Yes," your word shuddered out while your hands fisted in the bedsheets. Blood roared so loud, so hotly behind your ears, you had to close your eyes to ground yourself.

"Or perhaps it's my tongue you want?" At his question he licked over all those same spots he'd kissed a moment ago, watching your face all the while. The barest pressure is all he gave, and even that was enough to make your back arch up off the bed, squirming. You squeezed into the sheets tighter.

"Oh," he started, leaning back from your saturated core. "Maybe it's not my tongue you want, then." He grinned. Mischievous. It shone more in his eye than his mouth, lips barely smirking even as those little dimples betrayed his restraint.

Gasping and looking down at him you made an inaudible sound of protest. Your legs flexed in an attempt to slide further down the bed, chasing him.

"Words. I want to hear your words." He spoke calm, patient, even as every fiber in him blazed.

Somehow you mustered up all the courage you had, practically mewling, "yes, I want your tongue! Please..."

He hummed in satisfaction. "There. Not so difficult, hm?" He rewarded you with a slow lick up your slit, ending with a torturous kiss to your swollen, throbbing bud. "You've been so good tonight. Do you think you deserve more?" Repeating the same action as before, his sweet, wet kisses built a coil of tension in your core.

"I-I think so," you manage to say, voice higher than you intended, lilting with your growing bliss.

He chuckled in his throat, low and barely audible. "I don't think you've been good enough. You've yet to give yourself to me. Yet to come undone. Laying like a good little wife, but not purring like my sweet little kitten. Will you scratch me bloody when you come?"

You half sobbed, lust overtaking everything else.

Unable to resist any longer, he leisurely licked and kissed your cunt like he would your mouth; sinking, trailing, and flicking, wholly devouring.

That's all it took for your body to curl in the most divine wave of pleasure, pulling his hair as he pushed you to, and through, orgasm.

The release of your bliss didn't hinder nor slow him and he effortlessly slipped a finger into you. He found that spot in your fluttering walls and locked to it. He ate your clit, the fullness of his month's attention there, and his own senses nearly blissed out at your quivering walls.

"Ae-Aemond... it's too much," you beg helplessly, trying to push him away with hands and thighs alike. Every part of your being was aflame, embers practically emitting from your pores. He didn’t waver. Soon, a second wave of tension built in those low muscles of your belly.

"Let go, sweet wife," he said as a second finger joined the first. Gently, so, so, gently, he sucked your bud and angled his digits just right, just there where he knew you liked it, pushing you over the edge again. Your hips and thighs shuddered beneath him, his name ringing out from your mouth, fingers once more fisting in his hair. He pulled back and watched as you rode the wave of pleasure, chin glistening. "There's my good girl," he crooned, slowly and agonizingly twirling his digits around between your walls. "You love having your cunt played with like this, don't you?"

"Mm-- Gods, Aemond it's too much... please, I need a break..," you begged yet again, body betraying you as you continued to grind against his hand.

"That's what you said before and now look at my face. Coated in your slick. You're lying and will pay for it. This one is for me. Your punishment for lying to your prince." He shoved a third finger into you and mercilessly pumped them in and out, savoring your cries as he delicately fluttered his tongue over your clit. He didn't stop until the sheets beneath your ass were soaked and you were screaming into your own arm to muffle the cries of blinding ecstasy.

He barely gave you time to catch your breath before he pounced, trapping you on the mattress between his arms. Looming above you, his white hair spilled over his shoulders to shield both of your faces, so close that you could see your reflection in his eye and sapphire. Without warning he slid into the absolute mess of your core, lean hips driving forward until your bodies meshed into a single being.

Exhausted and spinning from euphoria, your body contracted and squeezed all around him “Look at you. So heavenly beneath me. My proper wife in court, and my filthy cockdrunk whore in private. You're so lovely this wanton. Just as a wife should always be for her husband.”

Keeping your eyes open and straight was an impossibility: they crossed and shut, the wet sounds of your cunt humiliatingly obscene as he railed in, and out, repeating. Over, and over, and over. Sweat covered the entirety of your skin and your brain could only focus on where your bodies connected; your world so small, only Aemond. Only the half coherent praises he continued to give you as he fucked you to delirium. You were putty after four orgasms, fingers numb as you scratched his back; angry red welts oozing with pebbles of blood.

That pushed him over the edge, cock flexing with powerful pulses as he emptied into you, filling all of your deepest parts with his seed. Finally he slowed, finally he allowed both of you to catch your breaths. Finally, he slipped from your overstimulated quim and cupped your face between his hands. “Good girl. You did so well tonight,” he whispered, kissing your eyelids and cheeks with a thousand delectable kisses.

Once you untangled from each other he was beyond gentle. He produced a washcloth from somewhere and cleaned you up with the utmost reverence. He kissed you anywhere he could reach, featherlight and heartbreakingly soft, caressing you with the utmost admiration. “Kirimvose. Avy jorrāelan.” ‘thank you. I love you.’

You held each other into slumber and neither of you stirred until morning time.

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themotherofhorses · 1 year

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pairing: aemond targaryen x modern!wife!reader

prompt: 💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed

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His boy tugs at his arm, speaking through his many high-pitched giggles. "Come! Come! You have to wake up mommy, daddy!"

"I do?"

"Yes! You're the only one that can do it!"

Aemond raises an eyebrow at that. "And how might I do that, Aemion?" His sweet wife lays on the couch, sleeping in a peaceful dream. Or, at least, he hopes she is. She's been cursed to slumber for a thousand long and cruel years, according to their son.

He sits beside her, listening to her soft breathing and watching her breasts rise and fall, with two small hands crossed atop them.

"True love's kiss, daddy!"

True love's kiss. Aemond glances up at little Aemion, who- in his sheer excitement- climbed up onto the couch's arm. "What makes you believe I can wake this absolutely exquisite princess from such an evil witch's curse?"

Aemion laughs again, rocking his tiny shoulders back and forth. "Because you're mommy's true love! In all the stories mommy reads me, the handsome prince always kisses the princess awake! And then they live happily ever after."

Aemond nods. "I see." He leans to caress his wife's cheek, twirling a hair strand around his finger. "Well, I suppose I could give it a try....anything for this beautiful girl."

He hovers over her sleeping body, pressing his lips against hers in a tender kiss. Aemion squeals in the back, dancing around the living room. "Wake up, my sleeping beauty," Aemond murmurs.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

A few seconds later, his wife's eyelashes flutter, and she then gazes up at him with gorgeous, starry eyes. "You've saved me," she whispers, donning her warm smile once again, "-you've saved me, my handsome prince."

Aemond chuckles, sliding his hands up her back to help her sit up. "Well, at least I know for sure that I'm indeed your true love."

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x modern!reader #jla!aemond’s shenanigans #house of the dragon imagine #vic writes 🧸

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hanafubukki · 1 year

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Book 7 & True Love Kiss

One of the main aspects of Sleeping Beauty, besides the sleeping curse, is True Love’s Kiss.

And, let me tell you, I love anything dealing with True Love Kiss. It could be romantic or platonic, does not matter because I will eat it up and ask for more until the end of time. (though the romantic in me loves the romance aspects of it).

So, I’m very curious about how it will be handled in Book 7. We already have Malleus declaring that he will show us the True Happy Ending or Make us The Hero of the Fairy tale.

Which, given the history of how the Great Seven are seen, Makes me wonder who the heroes and the villains will be. Like, will it follow the story as we know it? or will they follow the story as the characters playing the Great Seven? and who will play who? especially since we’ve seen characters like Riddle have both Protagonist and Antagonist traits.

Now before I ramble off topic more, let’s go back to the main topic. We have know Disney loves using True Love Kiss in their original movies. More recently, we have seen it used in the romantic and platonic sense.

Platonic has been seen in Frozen and Maleficent (live action). So, I’m curious how they will implement it in book 7 and with whom. Most likely, It will be in the platonic sense of course (though I would scream if YN/MC/Yuu got a kiss in any way from any of the twst characters, we know vil did it, please let malleus do it 🙏💕). So, here are my thoughts of who might receive the kiss and who might also give it.

Grim: If Grimm was put to sleep, I feel like it would be YN/MC/Yuu who would wake him up.

YN/MC/Yuu: Honestly, anyone waking them up would be wholesome and sweet. I wouldn’t be surprised if Grimm was the one who did it. I can also see Ace and Deuce doing it as they have such a close relationship with them.

Malleus: Malleus being awoken from a sleep state himself or from a overblot through true love kiss would just make me so happy, He already displays traits of Maleficent and Elsa, so him realizing that someone loves him so would make my heart melt. I can see Lilia being the one to do it given how book 7 began. I think the other two Dia members can do it too. and my shipper heart would adore if Yuu did it.

Silver: Silver is the obvious one given all the symbolisms he has, but they might not follow that route either given he has symbolisms of prince Philip and the sword that was used to kill maleficent. but if he does fall asleep, I feel as if Lilia or Malleus would wake him up. Lilia being obvious but Malleus also would be a great parallel to the live action movie.

Lilia: Lilia for sure is another that we can see being put to sleep, but the one waking him up? Silver is an obvious choice as well, but so is Malleus. Malleus who care so deeply for Lilia and probably even sees him as a parent figure as well.

Crack theory: imagine if Yuu went around kissing everyone awake? because they are not from twisted wonderland so the curse doesn't work on them so they just wake everyone up with a kiss on the forehead?

#twst theory #twst theories #twst yuu #twst grim #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst silver #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland theories #twisted wonderland theory #twst x reader #Diasomnia #twst book 7

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flowerpotmage · 1 year

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Fond

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Summary: The hour is early, and you are in bed. Aemond takes a moment to indulge in softness.

Ship: Aemond Targaryen x gn!Reader

Notes and Warnings: No warnings. Pure fluff. Racially ambiguous and undescribed reader.

Word Count: 650

Warmth. Warmth, and softness, and–

“I can tell that you are awake,” is the soft murmur of a voice near you, followed by the feeling of a dip in the bed. “There is no use in pretending.” There is the softest hint of a smile in his words.

A barely perceptible hum escapes you as you shift, working yourself deeper into the warm cloud you have wrapped yourself in. A small breath of amused air escapes him, and your mouth spreads into a smile of fondness.

The bed dips further behind you, and something is touching the blanket pulled up over your shoulder, gently peeling it back with the delicate touch one might use for a babe.

“You are amused?” Aemond asks, seeing your smile. “You find me amusing, this early?” The back of his knuckle is lightly brushing the skin of your cheek, and you imagine you can feel his gaze on your closed eyes.

You hum again. “Fond,” is what you say, stretching and turning your neck slightly into his touch. “Not amused.”

“Mm.” He hums in reply, soft as the fur on a lamb’s ear. “I should be grateful, I suppose. You could be furious, instead–absolutely furious with me for waking you.”

“Mm,” you echo back, at last dragging a sleep-heavy hand from under the blankets to take his, and you press a kiss to his skin.

“I shall need my hand,” he says, voice still low and gentle. “If I am to make my appointments this morning.”

You do not reply, still holding his hand in your weak and sleepy grasp. He could easily take it back from you, with a pull as gentle as the slow blink of a cat, but he does not. Instead, he leans down towards you, and you feel the familiar brush of his hair on your skin.

“I am afraid my eyes are too weighed by sleep, my Prince, as well as my body, and my mind,” you whisper. “I fear I shall never be truly awake again.”

“Pity,” he sigh, brushing his nose against your skin where his knuckles had been. “Mm. I did so enjoy your company.”

Your smile threatens to break into a grin at his words, but you hold it back.

“Very well,” he says. “Sleep, my dearest.” He at last pulls his hand free of yours, but only so that he may cradle your face, thumb brushing under your eye as he presses the lightest of kisses to your eyelids.

Once more you put your hand on his, and press a kiss to his palm. At last you open your eyes, looking up at him as he leans over you from his seat on the edge of the bed. He is already dressed, his hair tied and eyepatch donned. In the early morning light his silver-blond hair glows like the moonrise, and you cannot help but marvel at him as he gazes down at you so softly, so tranquil. Soon he shall leave these chambers, and his walls will be rebuilt stone by stone in the presence of the rest of the people of the castle, but for now he is soft, loving, and yours.

“Do you have much to do today?” You ask, thumb brushing his hand on your face.

“No more than usual.”

You reach up with your hand to pull him down, although with your sleep-weakened grip it is more of a suggestion than a true action. Regardless, he goes along with it, expecting a chaste morning kiss.

Your lips gently brush his own eyelid, then, carefully, his eyepatch, before you let go of him, eyes once more weighed shut by tiredness.

“Love you,” you murmur, unaware of his stare on your restful face.

He brushes a kiss on your forehead. “And I you,” he whispers, lingering a moment before rising from the edge of the bed to begin his day.

#aemond targaryen x you #aemond x reader #gn reader #x reader

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snakeskins-world · 10 months

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True love's kiss pt 3

"What do you mean 'you can't do it'?" Anemone asked, but Dovey was quick to reply. She didn't stand up. She looked down to the floor, feeling tears fall down her face.

"Everyone out!"

The teachers left. Dovey grabbed Lady Lesso'a hand, holding it tight, as if she might slip away if she let go.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, her voice breaking as she spoke, her emotions came crashing down on the good dean. Her exhaustion, disappointment, regret. Several more feelings she had ignored, they hit her like a train.

"I'm sorry I couldn't fix this. I'm sorry I ruined it, I wanted to fix this, but I can't." She choked on tears. She wanted to reverse this curse. She wanted to have her friend back, yet she wasn't willing to try the only cure for a fairytale curse.

"You know, it'll never easy to do what's right."

She turned to look at Agatha, she was stood by the door, the dark sky made it a little difficult to see her.

"Why can't you try?" Agatha asked, walking forward and crouching beside her dean.

"She, she wouldn't want it. She never believed in it." Dovey said, wiping her eyes.

"And? If it saves her, does it matter?" Agatha asked."I didn't want to argue with Sophie, yet it happened, and after everything, we're closer than before."

"What does that have to do with this?!" Dovey asked, feeling angry and sad at the same time

"Just do it without thinking?" Agatha suggested, shrugging slightly.

"Just imagine Lady Lesso as a handsome Prince." Sophie said as she entered the room."Then you'll be able to kiss her." She smiled.

"You do that, and you never get a kiss." Agatha muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. "If you aren't ready, then don't. But, we'll be here, and so will the faculty." She said to Dovey.

The dean nodded. She looked back to Lady Lesso. The evil dean hadn't moved once, still asleep.

She closed her eyes and took a breath. She raised her hand to gently cup her cheek. She tilted her head slightly before leaning forward.

"Are....are you sure this would be right?" She asked quietly. She was hesitant, she didn't want it to ruin a possible friendship with the evil dean. Then she saw the others had left.

"Right..." she took a breath and leaned forward."Don't hate me... please."

She kissed her softly, she pulled back quickly, the evil dean didn't move.

"I knew it." She whispered, tears stinging her eyes."I knew it wasn't possible. Why did I even try?"

She stood up, her thoughts spinning, she started to walk away, leaving the headmasters tower, she was greeted with a heavy rainfall and strong winds, the night sky covered in dark clouds, thunder cracked loudly into the night.

"Clarissa?"

The fairy godmother spun round, the sight that greeted her was one she couldn't have predicted.

"Why are you in the rain?" Lady Lesso asked quietly. She sat up, then rubbed the back of her neck. "And why does my neck hurt?" She muttered, standing up, taking her cane.

"YOU'RE AWAKE!" Dovey smiled, immediately running back and hugging her, Lady Lesso was stunned for a few seconds.

"I'm....awake?" She replied, confused. She didn't understand why Dovey was acting like this. "What happened?"

"Uh, w well, you fell unconscious, and it was like Sleeping Beauties sleep! And you wouldn't wake up! And the storian said you needed true loves kiss to wake you up! And then I did it, and well, you didn't, but then you did!" She explained quickly, rambling on

"You're drenched! Why would you go out in the rain - wait, you kissed me?" Lady Lesso asked, looking at the good dean.

"W, well, yes. But it was just to wake you up, I swear!" Dovey said, blushing she was rambling again, only to be silenced by Lady Lesso pulling her against her and kissing her.

"Stop rambling, you're giving me a headache." She pulled back, looking down at her with a smug smile.

"How long have you wanted to do that for?" Dovey asked quietly, feeling herself blush as she looked up at the evil dean.

"Longer than you've known for," She replied with a smug smile. "You're freezing, and you're gonna get a cold." She took her jacket off and pulled it around Dovey

"Now let's go back to the school for evil and out of this horrid room."

#lady lesso #s.g.e #school for good and evil #lesso #clarissa dovey #dovey #emma anemone #dovesso #leonora lesso #anemone

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wangxianficrecs · 1 year

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💙 Bleachwhite Linen by MonocerosRex

💙 Bleachwhite Linen

by MonocerosRex

T, 44k, Wangxian

Summary: “Hello?” She answered, expecting a telemarketer. “Hello,” a polite voice replied. “Is this the residence of Wei Ying?” Jiang Yanli’s her grip on the receiver tightened. “It is,” she replied calmly, waving at Wei Ying to get his phone out. “This is his sister. May I ask who is calling?” “I suspect you know the answer to that,” the man said. His voice, though smooth and pleasant, sounded tired. “Lan Zhan?” She guessed, turning to see Wei Ying staring at her instead of calling the police. She tried to urge him with her expression. “No,” the man replied. “I am afraid my younger brother is in no position to make phone calls, or perform illegal spellwork for that matter.” He didn’t just sound tired, she realised. He sounded… heartbroken. “He has been in a coma for some time, and the doctors do not believe he will last the night.” After his brother's core is destroyed—a fatal injury—Lan Huan seeks out Lan Zhan's soulmate. Wei Ying agrees to share his spiritual energy with this beautiful stranger over the course of several weeks in order to save his life. They don't stay strangers for long.

Kay's comments: A wonderful modern AU with a nice flavour of magical realism and soulmates. After Lan Zhan's core gets damaged, Lan Huan makes use of a forbidden ritual to find his soulmate - the only one who can heal him. Luckily, Wei Wuxian doesn't press charges and instead immediately takes the next flight to save Lan Zhan's life. They fall in love. Lots of domestic fluff in this story and only minor angst.

Excerpt: Wei Ying eyed his brother for another moment before shrugging to himself. He turned back to Lan Zhan, his smile reappearing. "I'm really here for you!" Whatever Lan Zhan had expected him to say, it had not been that. "For me?" "Yeah! What are you supposed to do when a handsome prince falls into a cursed sleep?" Wei Ying laughed, eyes glittering. "Bring his true love to kiss him awake, of course!" The man pointed to himself with both thumbs. The man's meaning struck Lan Zhan in the gut. He turned to his brother in horror, only to find him looking back, chin high. Lan Zhan's eyes widened in shocked anger. "It was the only way to save you, little brother."

modern setting, modern with magic, magical realism, set in australia, pov wei wuxian, pov lan wangji, soulmates, musician lan wangji, scientist wei wuxian, strangers to lovers, getting together, getting to know each other, good sibling lan xichen, good sibling jiang yanli, bad parent lan qiren, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, angst and hurt/comfort, hospitals, hurt lan wangji, recovery, sharing a bed, hair washing, marriage proposal, sibling bonding

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candidapple · 2 years

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bruh i'm 100% sure what's gonna flip malleus into overblot is crowley announcing he found a way for mc to go home and our dragon prince is faced with the sudden prospect of losing the first friend he's ever had (and plus he's in love with you so double ouch) THE SUFFERING WILL BE DELICIOUS

cw canon-typical villainy. sfw.

malleus draconia x gn!reader

don't want to get my hopes up too high re: That, but if SOMEONE doesn't prick their finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall under a sleeping curse so they can't try to leave him ever again, i'm gonna. well. write fanfiction about it, probably.

but suppose that DID happen and all the nrc students you've won over through the Power of Friendship mounted a rescue to wake you up from your enchanted sleep via true love's kiss, platonic edition, delivered by [close friend of your choice] who is probably nursing a secret crush on you because what is twst if not a harem anime without the actual romance.

you're still half asleep with only a vague understanding of just what the HELL is going on and a fuck-off huge dragon spitting GREEN FIRE from its maws is rampaging outside the window. someone throws their school blazer at you and you rush to the scene, still in your bare feet and jammies, to bodily throw yourself at said rampaging dragon. while everyone present is suitably horrified, they can't really bring themselves to be surprised.

you ignore their cries and cling to the dragon's burning-hot hide like brave janet in the fucking ballad of tamlin and you don't let go until you feel that scaled body shrink back down to the size of a man. you think you might be crying, but he's still hot to the touch and the tears evaporate before they can drip down your jaw. you forgive him, you say, over and over in a voice so hoarse it sounds like you're the one who's been breathing fire. you forgive him.

you feel his arms come around you and you look up to flash him a weak smile only for your racing thoughts to stutter to a halt when he tilts up your chin and plants one on your lips in front of grim and everybody. jaws are on the ground. more than a few hearts have been irreparably shattered. even silver is startled awake from his untimely doze.

the only person present who seems entirely unsurprised is lilia. looking at once delighted and smug, he turns to crowley, holds out his hand, and says simply, "pay up."

#malleus draconia x reader #twst x reader #!candid replies

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ridiasfangirlings · 5 months

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Sarumi where Fairy Tale Strain casts the Snow White curse on Yata and has him falling into a sleep like death. True Love's Kiss is the only thing that can wake him up. How would this work pre and post reconciliation?

Oh no Yata got hit by the fairytale Strain, if only there was a grumpy prince around to save him 8D Post-betrayal this is probably very awkward, because of course Homra all know who they need to do the kissing but Fushimi would have to get over himself and agree to do it. Imagine Yata even gets hit by the Strain due to Fushimi’s interference somehow, like Homra’s been trying to find this guy for a while because he’s working for some rival gang. Fushimi is also hunting the Strain for S4 reasons but as soon as he sees Yata he immediately abandons his work because teasing Misaki is more fun. They’re about to fight when Yata suddenly yells ‘Saruhiko!’ and jumps in front of him, getting hit by the Strain power. In the aftermath Fushimi yells at Yata because he wasn’t asking to be protected, only to see that Yata is unconscious beside him. No amount of yelling or shaking will wake him, he appears otherwise unharmed but he’s in a deep sleep.

Fushimi sends Homra a quick anonymous message and hovers in the vicinity until they arrive, not like he’s worried or anything but he figures he should at least make sure Homra gathers up their idiot. When he gets back to S4 he does some research on the Strain only because it’s part of his job and finds out that the Strain has ‘fairy tale’ powers and anyone hit by them will fall into a deep sleep, only able to be awakened by true love’s kiss. Fushimi clicks his tongue like ‘stupid,’ probably thinking that what Misaki will want is for Mikoto to kiss him or something. He’s aware that Yata hasn’t woken up as the days go on though, just through rumors, and he keeps telling himself that it’s none of his business.

Imagine at some point though maybe Anna stops in to see him, like he runs into her and Totsuka in the stables again. Fushimi is all annoyed thinking they’re here to see Basashi but Anna shakes her head and asks Fushimi to come see Misaki. Fushimi scoffs all why would I want to see him, Totsuka laughs and says well we had some ideas on what might wake him up and Anna thought we should stop by. Fushimi refuses to even entertain that, flatly stating he has no idea what they’re talking about, even as Anna tells him Yata’s in hospital and gives him the room number. Fushimi doesn’t intend to do anything with this information — it has nothing to do with him, nothing at all — but maybe he ends up slipping into the room quietly anyway, pressing his lips against Yata’s. He leaves before Yata can move, because Fushimi doesn’t want to know if that’s what really will wake Yata up (he hears later on that yes, Misaki is awake, and tells himself the power just wore off naturally, that’s all).

Post-reconciliation I imagine him being hesitant for an entirely different reason. Like same scenario with Yata getting hit by the Strain and finding out about the ‘true love’s kiss’ thing, imagine Fushimi giving this information to Kusanagi at the bar and literally everyone just looks at him. Fushimi clicks his tongue and mutters why are you all looking at me, saying he’ll do more research to find another way because of course virgin Misaki doesn’t even have a girlfriend. Kusanagi gives him a soft smile as he’s like well I don’t know if you need more research, you might have the answer already, Fushimi clicks his tongue again and says he’ll be in touch, once he’s gone Kusanagi sighs a little and shakes his head like really these two.

Fushimi goes to visit Yata at the hospital and imagine him there alone, leaning over Yata and wondering. He calls Yata an idiot for getting hurt now, right when they reconciled again and weren’t you the one who wanted this the most and now you’re just lying there. Of course part of Fushimi desperately wants to kiss Yata but at the same time he keeps thinking well what if it doesn’t work, what if I’m not what he wants — after all Fushimi’s done how could he of all people possibly be Yata’s’true love.’ He just wants Yata to open his eyes again though and finally Fushimi just leans in and gives Yata a kiss. There’s a moment’s pause and Fushimi grimly thinks ‘what did I expect’…and then Yata’s suddenly kissing him back.

#sarumi #Talking K #for once Yata is the princess rather than Fushimi XD #pre-reconciliation would be interesting bc Fushimi doesn't want to be Yata's true love #but also he does #and he doesn't want Misaki to sleep forever

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aphroditestempleimagines · 4 months

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The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

Chapter 18 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: 3217

Warnings: language, violence, death, blood

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily

Chevalier stood alone outside the closed heavy door of the cathedral. He stared at its wood and iron frame, carved with depictions of mythology and built with the finest materials, befitting of the crown jewel of the Istidorian Church. His long white cape and usual robes were replaced by a black suit, roses elegantly embroidered on the chest with gold thread; he had not worn that thing in years. He took a deep breath. He had not known hesitation in his life, yet this feeling could be nothing but. He clenched the letter in his one hand, the white roses in the other. Everything would change once he crossed that doorstep. Everything would be real.

She would really be gone.

He pushed the door open. At the end of rows of cushioned benches laid the open coffin, filled with white flowers as if brought out from a fairytale. Yet this reality was the furthest thing from it, since the woman that rested inside was the light of his life, snuffed away too soon.

He manoeuvred his way among the crying people, held by guards in a row to bid their final farewell. James had placed Melville among them in order to let Chevalier approach from the family's seats. He thanked him with a nod, the guard returning a sorrowful look. It was strange how that single look of pity comforted him in his deep despair; perhaps it was another thing he had lacked when he had first needed it.

It had been a year since he had last seen her, so full of life and hope. The woman in the coffin looked nothing like it. Her skin was stuck on her frail bones, her eyes tired even in eternal sleep. All the makeup of the undertakers could not hide those things from him. She wore a white dress; he never attended her wedding so he could not tell if it was just a coincidence. Her hands held a bouquet of red roses. Chevalier reached for the petals. His breath caught. He would recognise that texture anywhere; they had been brought in from Rhodolite.

"How did she die?", he almost did not ask.

"Scarlet fever your Majesty", said Melville.

"That's a lie. There are no signs of that"

Melville lowered his head. "Broken heart", he finally confirmed Chevalier's fear.

It was the same. The same thing all over again. Had he truly become his father? Leading a good woman to die of this affliction? Yet the King had never loved his mother. He had loved y/n with all his heart's might.

He felt a tear slide down his cheek. Did he imagine it? People were staring. Irrelevant, they did not matter. But had he truly lost his composure? He tried to shake the tears away but only called forth more. His body was not responding. It was not that of a beast anymore, but that of a human. A human in pain. A human in loss. A human like her, like everyone else.

He leaned forward to place a kiss on her frozen forehead. He touched his own oh the same spot, his warmth never transferring as he had hoped.

"Come back", he whispered, "Come back"

He repeated those words again and again even as his eyes fluttered awake, the tears he had shed in his sleep watering his pillow. He brushed his fingers underneath his eyelid, gathering those peculiarities people called tears. He sat up on the bed and buried his face in his hands. He could not allow that dream to come true. He would not.

He walked to the main deck, where James chatted with Silvio, who manned the wheel.

"Wakey wakey sleeping beauty", James grinned, "I was just about to have Silvio here give you true love's kiss"

"Don't pull me into your weird fantasies, shithead", Silvio barked, "It's enough that I have to sail you all the way to bloody Istidor"

"If you did not want to owe me a favour you should had been better at playing cards", James smirked at him.

"We both know you cheated you bloody cod"

Chevalier let out a long sigh. It was a ridiculous idea to involve the Jangling fool to begin with. "How far are we from port?", he interrupted their continuing banter.

"Port?", James' face contorted in confusion, "We're not going to a port"

"Then well shall we-"

"Their castle has a beach enclosed between the walls", Silvio said, "And all this trouble because this crook is a criminal on multiple levels"

"Hey", James crossed his arms in front of his chest, "I'm starting to regret helping you set up the trade route"

"You didn't help jack squat!", Silvio fumed again.

Chevalier did not dally longer to listen to the rest of that pointless conversation. He climbed down and walked to the stern. In isolation he sat, his hands on the rail as he gazed at the trail of sea foam the ship left behind. Benitoite was long gone in the horizon on his right. They had sailed to the open sea instead of following the coast to avoid detection. It was crazy to think, but Chevalier had never been this far from Rhodolite before. It was like an invisible hand constantly quenched his heart as he was to far away to learn, let alone react, if disaster befell his people.

Did you ever feel that way? You must have. You have been the official heir to the throne from the moment you were born. Yet you travelled away from your homeland, to reside in what was basically the wolf's den.

Chevalier buried his face in his hands. Who was he to think he had any say in your actions? Who was he to claim he should be your saviour? Yet again, how could he stand on the sidelines? The thought of going against your choices made him more nauseous than the relentless sea. The thought of him even remotely resembling what disgusted him about your relationship with Gilbert...

Soon the ship turned and the horizon beyond which the land resided disappeared behind Chevalier. They must had reached their drop-off point. By nightfall, they were bidding Silvio goodbye as he and James boarded a boat to cross the small stretch of water to the shore below the Royal palace.

"Don't put your trust in him", Silvio grabbed Chevalier's arm before he boarded the rowboat, "He's not worthy of it. He always has another goal"

Chevalier did nothing but nod to Silvio's warning. The prince of Benitoite had not provided him with any new insight. He was well aware that both he and James were using each other; there was nothing else they could do when they had only met a few days ago. He trusted that he could help, but he never took as guaranteed that he would.

James rowed the boat inside a cave, hidden by unforgiving rocks underneath the cliff where the castle stood. They passed under a drawn iron gate, its spikes hanging menacingly above their heads. They docked in front of a small wooden door which James opened with a black iron key he wore around his neck. As he pulled it out, a small religious pendant was pulled with it; James was quick to tuck it back inside his black silk blouse. They climbed over a thousand steps to reach a network of tile-paved corridors. James lit a lantern on one of the walls and carried it along the way until they happened upon a glass wall, a large ballroom residing on the other side. James hung the lantern and pulled a small lever on the side, letting the glass door relax enough to push it open. They slipped on the other side and the young prince pushed closed the glass door, the ballroom's reflection concealing the path from which they came.

Chevalier's hand fell on the hilt of his sword. "Why did we come out here?", he asked.

"'Tis the only way out of that maze"

"I sincerely doubt that",

James let out a sigh. The low whistle of armour became louder and louder as the seconds passed. "Don't fight", James said simply before throwing his sword away and putting his hands behind his head. Soon after, a group of soldiers from the King's guard surrounded them. The eyepatched prince stood in shock on the steps behind them. "I caught an intruder", James said theatrically, "An enemy to the crown. Now isn't that worth reinstating me?". Gilbert smiled in satisfaction as the soldiers took Chevalier to the dungeons and James to the King's office.

Chevalier's blood was boiling as he restrained himself from annihilating his captors. He had not even let Clavis do something like that in his presence. He took a deep breath as the soldiers tossed him unceremoniously into one of the cells. After a while, Gilbert passed by to mock him. Chevalier looked at him with his icy blue eyes, never uttering a word to him. He looked around; perhaps he could escape. Maybe he could pick the lock like his idiot brother would and steal a sword from one of the guards. If he had a sword and he had his wits he would be as good as free. But such a thing would defeat the purpose of him coming all the way there.

"Pssst", a whisper was heard from behind him. Chevalier turned to see Melville's freckled face peak from the shadows that sheltered a hidden door on the back wall. Was this part of James' play?

He followed Melville inside another maze of corridors until they reached a wooden door. Melville pushed it open and they entered the King's study through a library. The guard gave a slight bow to the man sitting on a large armchair behind the book-ridden desk and returned to the hidden corridor.

"Take a sit", the man pointed at the chairs on the other side of the desk before returning to his paperwork.

So this was King Edward. He sat proudly, his back straightened, as he examined the papers in front of him with grace. His face was scared on the left. His great longsword was left on his side, always kept at arm's length. Chevalier looked around; all doors to the room were closed. He saw the chairs the King had offered him. They had no arms to them, as a King's chair should. This was a test like all the rest of his family liked to pull.

"I did not come here as a conversant of your Majesty", Chevalier dragged one of the chairs to sit next to the King, "I came here as Chevalier"

The King let out a light chuckle. "As Chevalier, huh?", he repeated, "And what could just-Chevalier dare request a King?"

"Your daughter's hand", he said.

"In case you didn't realise, the princess is already engaged", Edward dipped his feather quill in the ink and continued writing.

"I asked for your daughter", Chevalier said again.

"You did not ask for something different than what I said", the King lectured, "From what I've heard you're known to respect such things as duty and titles. My daughter is the crown princess. She will wed someone of her stature"

"From what I have heard, you, unlike me, do not hold titles and duty in the same importance when family is concerned"

King Edward let down his pen. He turned his serious gaze at Chevalier, the unwavering might of experience meeting the coldness of pride. "And what do you know about family?", he spat. He stood and walked closer to Chevalier. "Your father was a lecherous fool who prayed on women in response to his own hollow heart", he told him, "Your own mother resented you. You don't see the type to care about family"

"I care about your daughter"

"That is not enough"

The King took a step back, letting out a heavy sigh. He walked to the fireplace on the other side of the room. A portrait of a woman hung above it, recently brought to the room. She greatly resembled y/n but her hair was a different colour.

"Why did you call me up here then?", Chevalier asked, "You did not throw this charade in front of Gilbert's face to tell me to go back to where I came from"

King Edward placed his hand on the mantle. "You're here to be given a choice", he said, "If you want my daughter there are two ways to get to her. Either let Rhodolite become part of our Kingdom and marry her as the Earl of a prefecture or she forfeits her claim to the title and you marry her as a nobody"

"Neither is possible", Chevalier said, "But if you wish then I'll step down as King and travel here as my former self"

"I will not accept such a condition", said the King, "I gave you your options. Either choose or leave"

"Rhodolite is a nation that has been fighting against invaders for decades. I can't let it become a slave in the span of one night. I shall not."

"So you have chosen for y/n to come with you then"

"Let me be clear, I will NEVER ask that of her", Chevalier said determinedly, "Even if she agreed in the spur of a moment out of love for me she would ultimately regret it. I could never replace any of the things she's known her whole life. Not her home, not her family, not her birthright, not..."

"I know who you are Chevalier", the Istidorian King said, "I know you plan to go to war with the continent and unite the kingdoms in the name of peace". He turned to meet Chevalier's gaze. "I will not, do you hear me, I will NOT have you use Istidor in order to spread your tyrannical reign to the rest of the world"

Chevalier was regretting the place and time he had first uttered that plan. That damn plan. To his bleeding heart it appeared as a mere triviality. "Fuck that", he uttered for the first time in his life.

"Excuse me?"

Chevalier's brows furrowed as his eyes drilled into Edward's. "All I want is for me and y/n to be together", he clenched his fists, "I would not even care about proposing marriage or anything else if it weren't for our positions. I'd wait for her to feel free to move on. I would settle as her unnamed lover for a lifetime if it meant we would be an 'us'. But I understand who our ranks made us to be. I am aware of the barriers and the rules that have been placed to keep us in line with a standard. That is the only reason I'm here instead of her room asking her to stay with me"

King Edward's chuckle put a stopper on Chevalier's argument. "You really are a piece of work", he covered his face with his hand. He pulled up his chair and sat next to Chevalier once more. "I don't want y/n to marry Gilbert either"

Chevalier frowned. "What?"

"I know what Gilbert wants and that is to abolish the aristocracy and nobility from the world. Though a beautiful dream, I did not spend half of my life trying to convince the idiots in this country to let my daughter be the sovereign for Gilbert to come and dismantle her power"

Edward opened the drawer to his right. He searched between the papers and stamps and other trinkets he had shoved inside the small compartment instead of organising them until he found a small golden ring. "This is my House's seal", he handed the ring to Chevalier, "Not the King's, but my Family's". He stood and opened a cabinet between the library shelves. Unlike the rest of the room, the objects inside the cabinet were neatly organised and stored in small boxes. Edward took a blue velvet one in his hands and sat back down. Inside laid a gold medal on a blue ribbon. "This was my mother's", Edward said, "it is worn by the King's Consort or, in y/n's case, the Queen's consort. The ring I can give you with my blessing. But this, you have to earn in the eyes of the people's council"

"I'm assuming you have a plan for that", Chevalier's eyes narrowed,"Otherwise you wouldn't have brought me to see you"

Edward lifted the medal to eye level. He twirled it in his hand, his eyes glued to its shiny material. "I was not lying when I said that marrying you would cause problems.", he explained, "But in truth is the only solution I would accept is your abdication from the Rhodolitian throne and reinstatement as King Consort here"

Chevalier nodded his head. He was prepared to do this. A title, in the end, meant nothing in his eyes. "I simply request some time for a Belle to choose a new King before I leave", he said in earnestness.

The King of Istidor seemed enthralled by that answer. "You are a talented man", the King smiled, "It'd be a shame to clip your wings so soon". Chevalier responded with a frown to which Edward said "I'm not dead yet. You don't have to abdicate right now. Just in the future. Y/N would have to travel back quite frequently of course but other than that you are free to start your life together in peace"

"Would a mere promise like that be enough to convince them?"

"Which is why you need some back-up", Edward took a map from a small bin he kept next to his desk and spread it over the table. "Do you see that?", he pointed his finger at a mountainous region up north, "That is where my daughter is right now. A count that has a great dislike of me has organized a revolution. I want you to go there and help snuff it out, not by being a strategist but by being a leader."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"If you inspire the people then the people will follow you", the King said, "We keep pretend the nobles have all the power but in truth, especially in a Kingdom as large as this, they are merely ants compared to the number of lesser wealthy people. They are the true power in this country. If they want you here, the council will have to obey or be faced with widespread criticism and even violence"

Chevalier lifted his eyes from the map. "That is how you ensured y/n would be Queen isn't it?", he said, "You turned her into their hero"

"Now you're getting it", Edward gathered the map back into a neat roll before handing it over to Chevalier, "It's on you now, son"

Chevalier reached for the map. The moment he touched it he was pulled closer, close enough for the King to rest a fatherly hand on his shoulder.

"Do you know why I exiled my son?", asked the King. Chevalier shook his shoulders. "Because it makes men like Gilbert trust him", Edward said, "I don't worry about him betraying me. That is the kind of trust I expect from my family, and why I can never call Gilbert that. Question is...can I call you? I'd like to. My daughter loves you. You certainly don't lack in intelligence and capability. But I will not put you over her safety or her inheritance. So be careful not to stir up the wrong kind of trouble"

Chevalier nodded. He could do nothing else. And with that, the King led him to another path and gave him the directions to find his way out.

#ikepri #ikemen prince #chevalier michel #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri chevalier #ikepri gilbert #the obsidianite jewel #ikepri x reader

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esmeriandreamer · 1 year

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Given that this fandom has been going "Dreamling as Sleeping Beauty" recently, I will one-up this idea and suggest the following-

Dreamling in the Flemish/Dutch studio 100 musical "Doornroosje" (aka Briarrose, aka Sleeping Beauty).

For those of you who know me and my fanfics, you might be familiar with this version of the fairytale, and even for those who are not, allow me to paint you the picture-

At the birthing feast of prince Morpheus, the newborn prince is visited by three fairies, who each plan on making a wish for him. I haven't planned on who the fairies would be just yet, but fairy 1 wishes for the prince to meet his true love on his 10th birthday, and fairy 2 wishes for him to be married to his true love on his 18th birthday. Fairy 3 starts making their wish, until everyone is rather rudely interrupted by the evil fairy, who is very angry about not getting an invite. (I was thinking the evil fairy is maybe Burgess or even Lucifer? Because I have plans for Cori uwu)

Either way, the evil fairy bestows a wish upon little Morpheus, wishing that the prince will prick himself on the spindle of a spinning wheel on his 18th birthday and die, yada yada- Fairy 3 remembers they still have a wish left once the evil fairy is gone, and they wish for Morpheus to not die, but instead fall asleep with the rest of the kingdom for 100 years, and then be kissed awake by his true love.

The king and queen breathe a sigh of relief, and decide to just live their lives for now, as they can worry about this whole curse later.

So eventually, Morpheus's 10th birthday rolls around, and the king and queen have invited the royal family of Corinthian, as they have a 10-year-old child as well, so obviously, that must be Morpheus's true love, right?

Yeah, it goes over as well as you think. The other prince, Cory, is rude and obnoxious, and even kills Morpheus's pet raven Jessamy with his slingshot. While Morpheus runs away in tears with his beloved raven cradled close, the three fairies (who had been guests at this party as well) are quite shocked at the fact that fairy 1's wish didn't come true.

At this point the evil fairy also appears, mocking the trio for their obviously weak magic. So, the four of them make a bet. If the only wish come true is the evil fairy's wish, the trio will be turned into pigs. If, however, all of the trio's wishes come true instead, the evil fairy will burn up.

So we skip 8 years, coming close to Morpheus's 18th birthday. Knowing that a single spinning wheel could be the death of his son, the king orders that all spinning wheels be collected and burned before the clock strikes midnight, so the prince will be safe.

The day of the wedding arrives, and Morpheus is clearly not happy about having to marry Cory, who has grown more handsome, but also way more rude and cruel. Yet before the two of them can get to the altar, the evil fairy appears, carrying a gift for Morpheus, with the sob story of wanting to apologize for their wrongdoings.

Morpheus doesn't exactly trust this, but he opens the gift and reaches in, only to pull out a small spinning wheel and prick himself on the spindle. Almost instantly, he falls to the ground, everyone else soon following, with the evil fairy cackling at their plan well done.

100 years pass, with the fairy trio taking care of everyone in the kingdom, awaiting the day everyone wakes up. Eventually, everyone does, except for Morpheus, who the fairies have taken to his room.

Cory, confident about the fact that he's the one to kiss the prince awake, swaggers up to the room and kisses Morpheus, only for nothing to happen. The prince doesn't even seem to be breathing, looking nearly dead to the world.

Believing that they have won the whole bet, the evil fairy starts on their spell to turn the fairy trio into pigs, only for a man to rush inside, saying that he is in fact Morpheus's true love.

Turns out, back on the prince's 10th birthday, he bumped into another boy his age. A boy called Hob Gadling, the gardener's son, who consoled Morpheus and offered to bury poor Jessamy near the rose bushes for him. The two became friends as time went on, growing to be more in time, and even secretly doing somewhat of an elopement on the night of the prince's 18th birthday, tying the knot just after midnight.

With this new information, the fairy trio realizes that hey, that means two of their wishes have come true, haven't they? Hob will just have to kiss Morpheus awake now, and that'll be wish number 3 done.

Furious, the evil fairy demands that Hob proves his strength first, and summons a dragon for him to fight. The fight is long and hard, but eventually, Hob is victorious, and he limps over to Morpheus's bed, bruised and bleeding, before kissing him gently on the lips.

For a moment, nothing seems to happen, but then the prince awakes with a gasp, staring in shock at his lover. Everyone is quite overjoyed, except for the evil fairy, who now by the laws of the bet will have to burn up.

Oh, and Cory might try and to fight Hob in order to win the right to Morpheus's hand, but Hob only needs to point at the huge dragon he just killed for the blonde prince to scurry off with his tail between his legs uwu

Might write this too, or just leave it at this xD

#dreamling #dreamling ficlet #sleeping beauty AU

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Harry Hook x Black Reader - Once upon a dream - oneshot

* Ah tryst = I promise

A/N; First quarter of fic takes place after D1, before Rise of the isle. I’ll let you know when the timeline changes/goes around the movies/books. Also I’m not nice to Mal in this so, if you like Mal? Probably won't like how I talk to her/refer to her in this heh, at least at the beginning, round the middle/end i get nicer and force her to have proper character development XD

(hair mb cuz i couldnt resist, totally optional styles i just made it for fun :3)

Once upon a time, not so long ago, a king and a queen had a beautiful daughter; which they named, Aurora. They had named her after the dawn, for she filled their lives with sunshine. Unfortunately, Aurora had been cursed at her christening, to fall into a sleep-like death at the age of 16. On her 16th birthday. Only by the hand of Merryweather, one of the three good fairies, Aurora's godmothers, had the curse been altered in a way to save Aurora’s life.

For she would not fall into a sleep-like death, but into a death-like sleep, at the prick of a spinning wheel, she would be cursed to sleep as such until true loves first kiss. Her kiss came in the form of her betrothed; Prince Phillip, and the kingdom rejoiced when princess Aurora returned to them, awake and well.

For years after that, into Aurora and Phillip's marriage, into the creation of Auradon, to the birth of their children; Audrey and (y/n), they thought all was well. That the curse Maleficent had put upon Aurora was over and done with.

Only to find Aurora's curse had extended to her youngest daughter; (y/n). Somehow, Audrey had been spared the somehow inherited curse, but (y/n); upon her 16th birthday, would fall into a death-like sleep. Nearly everyone in (y/n)’s life, had tried to do something to prevent the curse, to end it before it even began. All to no avail, no magic in the world could overwhelm the curse of Maleficent, not even the high-fae herself, Fairy Godmother, could defeat the long-lasting curse. So Aurora and Phillip decided to make the best of it, showering their daughter with love and hope, not forgetting to do the same with their eldest Audrey.

And so, even after all the effort to remove the curse and save their daughter's teenhood, princess (y/n) Briar Fabel went to bed on the night before her 16th birthday, having celebrated it with her family, her friends, and the kingdom nearly the entire week before; she went to bed knowing she might not wake up for however long, until true loves first kiss found her.

Audrey snuck into (y/n)’s room minutes before midnight, climbing into her queen-sized bed and holding her little sister close. “I love you (y/n)” Audrey whispered, smiling with tears in her eyes as (y/n) smiled back, glancing at her clock, only five minutes to midnight. “I love you too Aud” (y/n) whispered back, hugging her 11-month older sister tightly, laying her head on Audrey’s shoulder, and taking a deep breath.

(y/n) and Audrey watched the clock with a pit in their guts, counting the seconds as the clock slowly moved towards midnight. Just a minute before, their parents ended, locking the door behind them as Phillip and Aurora joined their daughters on (y/n)’s bed “we love you, sweetheart, don't you ever forget that.” Aurora whispered, kissing (y/n)’s forehead and hugging her tight, Phillip sitting behind Audrey’s head and running his fingers through (y/n)’s hair.

(y/n) was surrounded by her loved ones as she fell asleep, her eyes fluttering closed as the clock hit midnight and her breathing evened out; her entire body going slack. Audrey pressed her face against (y/n)’s shoulder, holding back a sob. Phillip tested (y/n) to make sure she was within the curse sleep, pinching her cheek gently and attempting to wake her up. To no avail, the curse had taken over and his youngest daughter would be asleep until her true love was found.

“How do we even find them? Her true love?” Aurora sobbed as she sunk to the edge of the bed, desperately grasping her sleeping daughter's hand, the other intertwined with Audrey’s. “It was by pure chance we met that day Phillip, (y/n) hasn’t even met anyone she’s felt that connection with.” Phillip sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, staring off into space “I don’t know my love” Phillip whispered, leaning down to kiss (y/n)’s head before standing and walking around the bed to sit next to his beloved wife. “I don’t know…”

Hours later, the three good fairies arrived, all mourning the, hopefully temporary, loss of their dear goddaughter/great-niece. In their kindness and hope, they blessed the young princess with a new ability; to dream walk. Within her dreams, she could connect with her true love, her soulmate. They weren’t sure if it would work, but they would have to hope.

Harry was 17 when the dreams started. It was the night of the princess of Auroria’s birthday, he didn’t even think to connect the two events. He went to bed like normal, far past midnight and dead tired from the day he had. He didn’t expect to be-transported?- to some sort of dream realm; surrounded by lush, soft, grass, a comfortable sun blocked by a sturdy and full tree, and it almost seemed like the clouds were close enough to touch.

“Wha-is-“ Harry stopped midsentence, unable to comprehend what was happening. “Woah” he whispered, standing and spinning on his heels, stepping out of the shade from the tree and holding his hand in front of his eyes, blocking the sun from blinding him. “Where am I?” he heard a small squeak from behind him and he whirled around, eyes widening as he spotted a smaller form disappear from behind the tree. A girl.

“Oi, you!” Harry yelled, storming to the tree and attempting to see the girl, only for her to evade his eyes. “Hey! I’m-I’m tryin’ ta’ talk to ya’!” he reached out, catching the girl by her wrist, feeling a strong spark run up his arm and he suddenly released her “Ow” it didn’t hurt, but it was such an odd feeling that Harry just-said ‘ow’.

The girl gasped at his exclamation and spun around, her pretty eyes locking with his “oh-crap, did I hurt you?! Im so sorry!” Harry just stared at her, she definitely wasn’t an isle kid, not from how she was dressed. A soft off-shoulder top and sleep shorts, all too brand new looking to be from the isle. Plus they were blue and pink, not isle colors. “Where are we?” Harry asked, voice stern, her pretty eyes and heavenly voice wouldn’t throw him off.

The girl stuttered for a moment, and Harry could swear he had seen this girl before….wait a minute-“my-my dream realm? I suppose? I-I inherited my mother's curse and-um, well-“ the girl tried to explain, twiddling her fingers as Harry stared at her. She was Princess (y/n), daughter of Aurora; the girl rumored to have the same curse her mother did, the curse of eternal sleep. “Yer tha’ princess, ain’t yeh?” Harry said, interrupting her explanations, which were being heavily stuttered out and fumbled over.

(y/n) slowly nodded, holding her hands in front of her pelvis, her cheeks just slightly flushed. “Cool, wha’ tha’ fuck does this gotta do wit’ meh?” Harry snapped, curling his lip a bit as (y/n) flinched back just slightly. He grimaced, shit-for once he didn’t mean to scare her. Harry took a deep breath, rubbing his face, just realizing he was wearing the clothes he had worn to bed, a simple long sleeve and some sweatpants. His gloves and hook were nowhere in sight.

“Um-well…my-my fairy godmothers, the three good fairies…I assume you know them?” Harry nodded at (y/n)’s guess, and she continued “Well, they uh-helped out? You know how my mother's curse was broken?” Harry nodded again “Okay-um, well, i-don’t think? I ever found my true love before my birthday, which is today-” Harry muttered out a small ‘happy birthday’ and (y/n) smiled, sending flutters through Harry’s body ‘stop it brain, not funny’ Harry scolded himself, but he continued to listen to (y/n)’s explanation “-thank you-And well, I can't exactly look for or meet my true love while asleep so…my godmothers kinda edited my curse to let me…..meetmytruelovewithinmydreams” (y/n) was fully embarrassed now, this boy, this-very very pretty boy, she had just met within her dreams, was her true love; her soul mate. And she just admitted that to him!

Harry took a moment to realize what she had said, then his entire body started to heat up. “you-me-us-wha’?” Harry’s voice cracked as he spoke, pointing between (y/n) and himself, thanks to his lil’ sister, he had learned how to decipher fast talk easily, so he heard every word. (y/n) nodded, burying her face in her hands “I didn’t expect it to be so soon! I’m sorry! You’re probably disappointed or-or…I don’t know, you probably had plans different than being the soulmate of a cursed princess” (y/n) muttered, looking up to see Harry…well basically blue screening. “um-are-are you okay?….” (y/n) realized she didn’t know his name. “um-“

Before she could ask, Harry started to babble, in a very thick Scottish accent. “Ye? an' me? that-eem a villain! villains dornt hae true loves! this-fuck-fuck fuck fuck!” the boy paced back and forth in front of her, moving about to round the tree. “FUCK” (y/n) stepped back, suddenly fearful of Harry, he seemed…not all there? If that was the right word, and…now she could easily say he wasn’t of Auradon, or at least not of the main states.

Wait did-did he say villain? “You’re from the isle?” (y/n) asked, tilting her head, suddenly more curious than scared. Harry turned on her, eyes flashing just slightly. His lip curled “Ye got a problem wi' 'at?” (y/n) shook her head! “Not at all! You guys are just kids, like me, who were forced to pay for your parent's crimes! I wholeheartedly agreed, and still agree, with Ben’s plan to bring you guys to Auradon. You deserve to not be judged for what your parents did” Harry stared at (y/n) in awe, then he perked his brow “'en wa did ye soond surprised?” Harry asked, crossing his arms, smirking as (y/n) tried to hide a devious smile “eh?”

“My grandmother is going to be so pissed and I for one cannot wait to see her implode” (y/n) said with a gentle, yet sinister, laugh. Harry tilted his head just so; this princess was not at all what he thought she was like. He was expecting some stuck-up priss who had never had a bad day in her life, yet….yet she was kind, empathetic, and had a tiny mean streak, even if it seemed to be aimed at her grandmother.

“Oh!” (y/n) gasped, tapping her fist into her palm, making Harry perk up “May I have your name?” (y/n) asked, and Harry tsked, waving his finger “ah ah~ Ah ken 'at fae jobby princess, ye mauna hae it but ye main ken it...H’arry, H’arry H’ook” (y/n) laughed, holding her cheeks with a bright smile “I didn’t mean it like that, but I get it. And it’s nice to meet you Harry, I think we’ll be seeing a lot of each other until…well until I wake up” (y/n) ended with a sad mutter, knowing Harry might not get off the isle for a while, and who knows if he could convince anyone to let him see her.

Harry hummed, reaching out and tipping up (y/n)’s face, a soft smile on his face “Nae weel make mah way tae ye princess, Ah tryst. an' pirates dornt break promises.” In just a few minutes of knowing (y/n), he had felt an intense protectiveness for her, must’ve been that true love shit the bore-a-don people always spewed. (y/n) smiled, and he grinned back, his dimples on full display. “you have a very pretty smile” (y/n) laughed, and Harry tilted his head, a bit embarrassed.

“Thank ye, you too” Harry whispered the last bit, releasing (y/n)’s chin and rubbing the back of his head. (y/n) laughed again, admiring his dimples and Lil fangs. “So,” (y/n) started, walking forward and past Harry, sitting under the shade of the tree, hands in her lap. “If we’re going to be in this little realm with each other for a long while, might as well get to know each other, right?” Harry nodded, walking over to (y/n) and sitting down across from her, running his hands through the soft grass.

“So,” (y/n) started again, pausing after a moment “…I have no idea how to start this” Harry laughed, loud and unafraid, letting himself relax in his apparent true love's presence. He lay down, hands behind his head “I'll start 'en, favorite colur?” (y/n) grinned, resting her chin on her intertwined fingers and leaning towards him “lilac and red! I wear blue the most though, red is a statement color for me but I’ve always loved how it looked, stole my dad's cloak all the time too” Harry glanced down at his crimson long sleeve and snorted.

“Mah main color is red, an' Ah wear it aw th' time.” Harry said, chuckling as (y/n) gasped, her hands going into her chest “That’s-…not a coincidence but-funny! Heh, my mom was blue slash pink and my dad was red, and now I’m the same, and you’re red!” Harry laughed, of course, everything had to parallel didn’t it?

They went back and forth through the rest of the dream, favorite foods(of what one of them had access to at least), drink, song, dance, style of shoe (they both liked boots), fashion sense, make-up preference, friends, family, anything they could talk about they did. And soon the sun got brighter until it nearly bled the realm out of existence “I think you’re waking up” (y/n) said, knowing she wouldn’t, and would be left alone till Harry fell asleep again.

Harry sat up, taking (y/n)’s hand “Nae weel be back tha' moorns nicht necht hen, Ah tryst. dornt ‘hink Ah got a choice anyways.” Harry snorted, and (y/n) looked just a bit comforted. At least she would have Harry to save her sanity. Her mother always said the sleep felt like a void, floating there; hearing and feeling everything around her, but unable to do anything, until Phillip came to the rescue.

Now she had something to look forward to, her true love visiting her in their dreams. Harry smiled again, the world around him getting so bright he had to close his eyes, and when he opened them, he was back in his bed, drool soaking his pillow and feeling well-rested for the first time in years.

“Holy fuck” Harry grunted as he sat up, yawning and cracking his neck as he stretched. He looked down at his hands, then looked out the porthole to see Auradon. "Ah cannae believe aam sayin' thes...but nae weel sae ye princess, Ah tryst” He sat there for a good minute before finally getting up and getting dressed, going out into the isle as the sun started to rise on the horizon. He debated telling someone about the princess, his first thought was Harriet, his sister; he decided he was going to, but not yet.

His second thought was Uma, his oldest and greatest friend. He knew he could trust her with this, so he ventured off towards the chip shop. He hopped up the steps and pushed open the saloon-style doors, looking around for the teal-haired girl. He jogged up to her as he saw her setting up one of the tables, it was just minutes before opening. He grabbed the crook of her elbow and dragged her towards the stairs that led to her upstairs bedroom. “Harry-what the hell! I’m trying to open!” Uma whisper-yelled, not wanting to wake her mom up. Harry shushed her, pulling her into her room and locking the door behind him “Har-“ he covered her mouth and Uma stared at him in shock, pushing his hand away angrily “How fucking dar-“ he made a small hand motion, telling her to quiet down so he could speak, Uma seethed, “Harry-“ Harry shushed her, pouting as she shoved his hand down “don’t you-don’t shush me!” Harry sighed, rubbing his face “I’m tryn’ ta’ tell ye somethin’ Uma, just-lemme-okay that ain't funny” Uma started to mock his previous shushing motions and noises, smirking as Harry groaned.

“Okay, okay” Uma chuckled, crossing her arms and leaning back on her heel “what did you want to tell me?” Harry took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to tell her. “um-well. Ye-uh?” Harry pursed his lips, rubbing the back of his head. how the fuck was he going to explain this? “Harry?” Uma made a motion for him to hurry it along, twirling her wrist around as Harry puffed his cheeks and tapped his foot. “come on, I gotta get to work.”

“Okay-I’ll just get to tha’ point. Yeh have ta’ believe me okay? I swear to the gods im not lying” Harry stared right into her eyes, and Uma took a step back. Oh shit, he was serious. “i-yeah. I gotcha-Harry, is something wrong?” Uma asked, now worried but Harry just shook his head. “no-no I’m fine. It’s um…so yeh know tha’ princess? Beauty’s youngest right?” Uma nodded slowly “well um-….fuck okay, she was in me dream last night” Uma snorted, really, he was all worked up over a lil princess crush? Even Mal had one on some princess she forgot the name of a few years back. “and?” Uma teased, her smile dropping as Harry just frowned at her “Uma, I mean-I was in her dream, after she feel into tha’ curse. We met-once upon a fuckin’ dream. Uma. She was fully aware of everything. I was aware of everything. It wasn’t a dream; it was some sort of separate realm where she could talk ta’ me….ye’ realize what that means righ’?” Uma just stared, yes she knew exactly what that mean.

“you’re her true love” Uma whispered, her hand against her cheek in awe and shock. Being the daughter of a sea witch/goddess meant Uma had a lot of knowledge of magic, nearly every type. Ursula was a bad mom but she wasn’t a bad teacher. So she knew exactly what Harry meant about being in a shared dream. “a princess and a pirate….oh my god, that girls gonna be asleep for a while” Harry pouted, crossing his arms; but relieved Uma didn’t react badly.

“What am I gon’na do?” Harry asked, a pit setting in his chest as he realized, he had no way to get to you. Yes, he was a villain, but. Fuck. You were already so dear to him after only one dream. Fuck fuck fuck! Uma just stared at him, then sighed; reaching out and patting his shoulder “I don’t know Har, but whenever we bust outta here, I’ll lie about you’re whereabouts” she teased and Harry smacked at her, continuing to do so as she turned and ran out of her room. “okay okay! now help me open!” Harry sighed, getting one last bap on the top of Uma’s head and setting his hook on the long table in front of the kitchen, grabbing sets of chairs off the tables and helping Uma finish opening the chip shop.

Harry slowly blinked as he once again ‘woke up’ to (y/n)’s dream world, sitting up to see her, laying against the tree; humming something under her breath. He liked her voice, it was pretty. He stood, making his way under the shade of the tree and plopping down next to her. “Harry!” (y/n) gasped as she realized his arrival, looking as if she wanted to hug him but didn’t want to push his boundaries “you’re back!” Harry smiled, leaning against the tree and nodding “Aye, told ye’ I would be, did ye really doubt me?” Harry said softly, tilting his head as (y/n) shuffled around on her knees to face him.

“i-I didn’t know if this was a lasting thing actually” (y/n) said with a nervous chuckle, twiddling with her fingers as Harry got a good look at her. Tonight she was wearing something different, a simple t-shirt and calf-cut sleep pants. Either she could change what she wore within the dream or someone changed her in the real world. He didn’t bother to ask though, that was probably a bit…personal. (y/n) continued to babble about the dream-realm spell and Harry absentmindedly listened, resting his elbow on his knee and then his chin in his palm.

“(y/n)?” Harry suddenly said, and she turned to him, tilting her head just so “Ah dunnae kinn ‘ow lon’g it’ll be before I get off the isle…if ever.” Her smile dropped a bit, and then she shrugged “that’s okay, I’ll wait for eternity for you…oh my gosh that sounded so-ah! I’m sorry! that might’ve been too soon; I mean-we’ve only known each other for like-a day! And im talking about you, to you, like that!” (y/n) squeaked, her face blazing as she patted her cheeks, squishing her lips between her palms.

Harry just smiled, reaching towards her and curling a loose bit of her hair around his finger “nae, is sweet, we are connected after all. Is only natural yer already feelin’ like this, I mean-yer parents did the same eh? Though in like-five minutes, we’ve had a day…well night; not that that’s any better honestly, but eh, true love n all that fairy tale shit.” Harry chuckled. (y/n) sighed, carefully taking Harry’s hand and uncurling the strand of curly hair from his finger. “thank you,” she whispered, smiling sweetly at him “thank you.”

He laughed softly through his nose, curling his fingers around hers and kissing her knuckles “yer welcome princess”

Nearly three years, three years of dreams; Of getting to know princess (y/n) Briar Fabel. Three years of Harry steadily, and genuinely, falling for her. For her sweet voice, her kind heart, her soft smiles, the crinkle in her eyes when she laughed, her enthusiasm in her voice when she spoke, the passion she held for her family, the seemingly infinite love she held in her wee heart.

Fuck. He was a pirate, son of the cruel and heartless Captain James Hook, first mate of Uma, the boy who had sworn he would never fall in love. Had fallen in love, and hard; for the sweet princess in Auradon, who waited for him to find her, and wake her up. And he promised he would, no matter how long it took.

Finally, he got that chance. Two years and three months later, after the dreams started; Mal and her gang had returned to the isle for some reason or the other, he had vaguely heard something on the tv about some sort of sleeping spell. But he didn’t know how dire the situation was until Carlos told Uma who was behind the new spell. “Cast by Audrey, sleeping beauty’s daughter” He grumbled out, eyes locked onto the ember held tight in Uma’s hand. Uma pursed her lips, glancing back at Harry. (y/n)’s sister had caused all this?

“so the good guys, the bad guy?” Uma chuckled, fiddling with the ember in her fingers, tilting her head as a devious thought came to mind “I might not give it back…see what happens” Harry licked his lips nervously, he knew what Uma was playing, she was trying to make Mal, make a deal. The ember for the isle kids freedom. And he hoped to the gods it worked.

When Mal didn’t agree, Uma held it over the water, threatening to take Mal’s one shot of saving Auradon away with just a singular action. Mal panicked, holding out her hands and telling Uma she had a deal. Uma smiled, sticking her tongue into the side of her cheek as Mal demanded the ember once again. “Nah” Uma chuckled, sticking the ember into her shell and crossing her arms, tilting her head dangerously at Mal who seethed, “I think I’ll keep it, for now. Because if you think I trust your ass to save Auradon? By yourself? Think again.” Uma turned on her heel, winking at Harry. And Harry smirked back, he knew what she was doing. Keep the ember, find (y/n); leave Auradon to rot after freeing the isle.

But things didn’t turn out that way, as the villain kids traveled through Auradon city in search of Audrey, then Ben, then Audrey again. He found himself wanting to stay, because; hey, if (y/n) lived here and liked it, it couldn't be all bad right? But….But then Mal revealed everything. Her lies, her betrayal, the plan. No kid would ever leave the isle again, no one would go in or out. Not even the barges. No food, no trash, no Auradon leftovers.

Mal had betrayed the isle, the kids still there. Just to protect her prissy, prim perfect life there. Without even thinking about what could happen in turn. He and Uma left, abandoning the girl who had taken their trust and crushed it in her fingers the second they turned their backs.

She didn’t deserve their help, she never had. Not when she had never learned her damn lesson about being good. Mal called after Uma, barely even trying to make Uma stay, or beg for her help. Just pitiful tears and pathetic cries. “Uma” Harry rasped out, his voice trapped in his throat, a pit setting into his gut “what…what about” he couldn't even finish his sentence. Uma stopped for a moment, looking up at him “do-do you know where she is?” Uma asked, her head tilting just so.

Harry pressed his lips together, in all those dreams together, he had never thought to ask about where she was. “i-fuck” Harry cursed, feeling tears burning in his eyes as he hit his forehead with the palm of his hand “fuck! FUCK!” (y/n) was going to be trapped forever, in a cursed sleep, under the rule of her now evil sister. “she-fuck-she might be in ‘er parents castle? But I have no idea where tha’ is!”

Unbeknownst to them, Audrey stood above them in the spires of her family's castle, eyes narrowing as she felt an odd….magic, coming from him. it wasn’t his, but more-something else letting her know he had a connection to something. The scepter glowed in her hand and her eyes widened. Wait a minute, wait a fucking minute! She knew that magic! It was the same magic that saved her mother and sister, it was the connection between the cursed and their true love.

This pirate was her sister's true love. Audrey’s mouth went dry, the scepter in her hand flickering out for a moment. Should she risk her victory for her little sister? Who had been asleep for the last two years? The one she missed so dearly? For just a moment, Audrey nearly dropped the scepter, then something took over again, her eyes flashing with a vivid green.

No. she wouldn't let her victory, what she deserved; slip from her fingers just for some-sleeping girl. Audrey glared down at the two pirates, watching as Mal came running up behind them in tears, Audrey smirked; ohh Mal’s cries when Audrey had turned Mal’s friends to stone had been so, delicious, a fitting revenge for stealing Audrey’s friends and boyfriend two years ago.

She couldn’t help but laugh as the pirates just, walked off. Not caring at all for Mal’s pitiful pleads. Audrey glanced back at the young vk she had kidnapped to help her take Mal down another peg and tugged the girl into her arms. She sent lightning into the sky, Celia screaming form the sudden noise reverberating in her ears. “Celia!?” Mal called out, recognizing her voice “Mal!” Celia sobbed out, truly terrified for the first time in years. Uma heard Celia’s cry and turned, she wasn’t going to let a vk get hurt because of Mal’s stupidity, not on her watch. Harry followed close behind, grabbing Uma’s arm and stopping her from getting blasted by a stray bolt of lightning. “shit-thanks” Uma breathed, patting his arm and running into the fray, watching as dragon Mal helplessly tried to match Audrey’s attacks, but her weakened magic was no match for Audrey’s command of the scepter. “she doesn’t stand a chance on her own” Uma muttered, the dew from the grass below her swirling up and around, Harry took several steps back; watching in awe as Uma summoned lightning from the sky, more powerful than Audrey’s, and struck right next to Audrey, making her release Celia in shock and the young vk stumbled away and off the spire she had been held captive on.

“shit-Celia!” Uma screamed, Harry already bolting towards the falling girl, and with Uma’s help; he was able to catch her safely, pulling her away from the intense battle the three girls had begun. Fire, lightning, and blasts of magic; all created a horrific battle the pirate and Ceila had to dodge multiple times to not get hurt. But finally, after Uma trapped Audrey within a bubble, and Mal had dropped the still dull ember; they defeated her. Audrey screamed as Mal commanded the scepter to her, the scepter having no choice but to listen to its bloodline and ripping away from Audrey’s hand “im sorry Audrey but this Is for your own good!” Mal yelled, twirling the scepter in her hands, which was trying to corrupt Mal’s mind in the moments it sat there, and slammed it into the ground; breaking the dragon's eye and sending a shockwave that blasted everyone back.

Harry held tight to Celia, groaning as he hit the grass with a loud *thump*. “ow” he rasped out, letting Celia go as she pushed out of his arms and ran towards Uma, who was rubbing the back of her head where it smacked on a piece of the stone wall. Mal stumbled to her feet, limping over to the knocked-out princess “Audrey?” Mal whispered, cupping Audrey’s cheeks and shaking her slightly “Audrey? Fuck-oh shit” Mal ruffled her hair, staring down at Audrey in terror “fuck-“ Uma stood, striding over to Mal and staring down at her, arms crossed “What’s wrong?” Uma asked, the only concern in her voice was for Audrey. Mal looked up at her, panicked tears in her eyes “breaking the scepter rebounded the spells on Audrey-the sleeping spell she cast-I can’t wake her up”

Uma hummed, glancing back at Harry who was slowly making his way toward the girls “welp…. that's fucked” Mal grumbled, curling into herself. Suddenly she looked up, seeing three small lights flying towards them “oh-shit” Mal cursed, standing on wobbly legs “it's the fairies” Harry’s head snapped up, eyes locked onto the multi-colored lights. The three good fairies transformed into sparkles which formed into their larger humanoid forms “oh goodness gracious!” the red fairy, Flora, if he remembered correctly, gasped; rushing towards the sleeping Audrey “oh that wicked Maleficent, of course she would trap her scepter”

As Flora talked with Mal about removing the sudden curse, Harry squirmed as he noticed Fauna and Merryweather staring at him, both with wide eyes of realization. “you~!” Fauna gasped, flying right into Harry’s face, wand held tightly in her hand “you! You, you, you!” Uma immediately understood what Fauna meant, while Mal and Celia looked very confused. Flora turned, brows raised in slight confusion and annoyance “Fauna! We-oh my goodness!” Harry stood pin-straight as Fauna and Merryweather examined every bit of him, pulling at his clothes and poking his hair “oh you two-stop it! Come come, she is just inside!”

Harry felt his heart skip a beat, and before he could even speak; Uma pushed him towards the castle. “Go you idiot! She’s been waiting long enough!” without another word Harry bolted off towards the castle, leaving a very confused Mal and Celia; to which Uma and flora explained the situation, Fauna and Merryweather leading Harry through the castle courtyard and into the main hall; up several sets of stairs, and through three long hallways. Until he was in front of a beautifully decorated door, (y/n)’s name inscribed in the gold plating on the front of the dark oak wood.

“Go on” Fauna whispered, laying a gentle hand on Harry’s shoulder “go on” Merryweather looked up at him expectantly and Harry took a deep, shaky, breath; pushing open the heavy doors and stopping again as he saw (y/n)’s form laying on the bed just a few feet away from him.

He slowly walked up to her, the two fairies staying back in the doorway to give the two a moment of privacy. “Princess” Harry whispered, sitting at her side, setting his hook on the nightstand next to the bed and reaching up to gently caress her face; just as he had done so many times within their dreams. Her lashes rested gently against her cheeks, her breath even and steady; her room seemed to be all too still. Almost as if was charmed to never age, or at least not go to ruin while (y/n) was asleep.

Harry took a deep breath, carefully leaning down with his heart beating out his chest, pressing his lips to (y/n)’s impossibly soft ones; he felt a wave of pulsing magic explode from where he and (y/n) connected. He pulled back, watching as (y/n)’s eyes fluttered open, the still feeling in the room evaporating as she did, it was almost as if the entire castle came back to life “Harry” (y/n) whispered, a blinding smile on her lips as she looked up at him.

“(y/n)” Harry whispered back with a raspy chuckle, letting out a huff as (y/n) grabbed the lapels of his jacket and weakly tugged him down, hugging as tightly as she could “you’re here” she sobbed, laughing as Harry flicked her forehead. “Was there ever any doubt? I told ya, ye’ can trust me” he gently picked her up, moving her body to sit in his lap, his arms around her waist as she cuddled into his shoulder; weak from her two years of sleep. “if I have to be honest; the barrier gave me pause” (y/n) said, it seemed all too good to be true. Harry laughed, loud and unafraid “well, I’m ‘ere princess, and I ain't leavin”

Harry stood, carrying (y/n) from her bed to the two fairies, who were celebrating silently until they locked eyes with their princess “(y/n)!” Merryweather cried, flying up and cupping the princess’ face “oh my dear, we’ve all missed you so!” (y/n) smiled back, taking one hand from around Harry’s neck and hugging her beloved aunt/fairy godmother. “and I you” (y/n) whispered back, getting comfortable in Harry’s arms as he carried her out of her room, through the halls, down the stairs, back out the main hall and courtyard, until he reached the others; Aurora and Phillip leaning over Audrey.

“my baby, my sweet baby, now both-…both” Aurora slowly looked up, realizing there was a new person among them, eyes widening as she saw her now awake daughter, slapping Phillip’s arm until he looked up “Phil-Phillip-look look! (y/n)!” Harry walked towards the two royals, handing Phillip his once sleeping daughter and stepping back, smiling as (y/n) cried out, tears running down her face as she hugged her parents for the first time since her 16th birthday.

“Audrey?” (y/n) gasped, pushing out of her dad's arms, yelping as her legs gave out from under her, Harry easily catching her thanks to his lightning-quick reflexes. Phillip and Aurora smiled at each other, yes, yes Harry was good for her; they could already see. “What happened?” “She was still pissed ‘bout dragon bitch n Beasty” Harry grumbled, taking (y/n) back into his arms and arranging her to be able to keep her eyes on Audrey “took the scepter, cast a spell or two, and when she was defeated her spells rebounded; we don’ know how ta’ wake er’” Harry watched sadly as (y/n) frowned deeply; (y/n) loved her big sister, with her whole being. (y/n)’s face crumbled and she pushed her face into his shoulder. One princess had awoken, but another had been sent to sleep.

What were they going to do?

With a few emergency restoration spells, some proper food and water, (y/n) was up and about, pacing Audrey's room as the vks, her parents, the three good fairies, and Ben stood around; all wondering what to do to save Audrey’s life. The rebounding spells hadn’t just sent Audrey to sleep, they had latched onto her soul and were slowly draining her of life.

If they didn’t act soon, they would lose her.

The fairies had tried everything to remove the spells, nothing, Phillip, Aurora, and (y/n) had all tried true loves kiss, nothing, Mal and Uma had reignited the ember and attempted to pull the spells right out. Nothing. only someone with immense knowledge of souls, and more power than Maleficent, could save Audrey.

“There's only one person in the world, that could possibly save Audrey…and that’s…Hades” Mal muttered, not wanting his help but she would have to suck it up to fix her mistakes. Ben jumped at that, staring wide-eyed at Mal “Hades? No. no I’m not risking that, we all know he’s an opportunist, as soon as he gets the chance he’ll turn.” Mal just stared back, she didn’t trust him either, not as far as she could throw him. but… “if we don’t try, Audrey will die” Mal croaked, the weight of the situation finally falling upon her shoulders pushing her down with unyielding guilt. She had been the cause of this entire mess, just because she couldn't suck it up, realize what she had done, and apologize.

Audrey was at death’s door because of Mal, and Mal was going to do whatever it took to save her life. Ben and Mal held a small staring contest before Phillip spoke up, holding Audrey’s limp and slowly growing cold hand. “We don’t have a choice your highness” Phillip sighed, standing and walking over to (y/n), holding her by the shoulders and stopping her pacing “we will not lose a daughter, not after we just one back. So call up your guards, use our guards, anything; to keep Hades from escaping, and save our daughter…it’s the least you could do” Ben winced, he knew that was a pot shot at him never apologize to Audrey for breaking up with her so rudely, yeah he had been spelled but-he could’ve easily explained and apologized afterward.

Ben sighed, and nodded “I’ll send guards at dawn. Make use of those old magic blocking cuffs to be safe.” Mal slowly nodded, magic blocking cuffs? That must’ve been how beast got the still living villains onto the isle. “it might not be as much of a risk” she finally said, slowly standing from Aurora’s side and biting her lip “he’s uh…he’s my dad…” Even Evie looked surprised, but-it made sense. Only Hades blood could’ve used the ember. “I don’t care for him, and I never will but…he gave me the ember willingly, so…I don’t know. We might be able to use that?” Mal muttered, almost like a question. She didn’t want to see him again but, for Audrey; she would have to.

Ben nodded again, pinching the bridge of his nose “i-…okay, I’ll…I’ll send guards first thing in the morning” Ben said again, turning as Uma spoke up “Maybe I can hitch a ride” she muttered, everyone looking to her in shock. “the isle is my home, someone needs to be there to protect it and the kids” she looked right at Mal for this, and Mal just bowed her head in shame; knowing what she had chosen was wrong.

Harry glanced at (y/n), still buried in her father's arms, and stood “well, ye’ will need ya’ first mate.” He rested his arms on Uma’s shoulders, smiling down at her as she looked up at him, confused but grateful, then she looked at (y/n), furrowing her brows at her heartbroken face “No, you’re not coming back with me” Uma said sternly, stepping away from Harry with a sad smile on her lips. “you’ve got your princess here; I won't let you throw that away for me. And nothing you say can convince me.” Uma walked out of the room at that, Harry stood there in shock, staring after his oldest friend for a moment before he stumbled after her, (y/n) following him after Phillip let her go.

Everyone watched them leave, Ben turning to Celia as she stood. “Uma! Uma please-wait!” Harry called out, following Uma through the confusing halls and out into the courtyard, where she finally stopped and sat at the main fountain. “Uma please, we’ve known each other fer wha’? our entire lives? Ye really think I can just-leave yeh on the isle like that? Alone? No, I won’t-i.fuck I know I jus’ found (y/n) an…fuck, but. You…” his voice cracked, tears burning at his eyes as (y/n) appeared behind him, staying back to give the two a moment of privacy. “I can't leave ye Uma, yer me family, Gil is me family, of course, I want (y/n) ta be a part of it but….i-…I can’t let you go knowin-knowin’“ his voice broke again, and (y/n) came up behind him, holding his waist tightly, her cheek pressed against his back.

Uma wiped her tears away and stood, joining the hug and sniffing as Harry hugged back tightly “I can’t let ye go back without me, I just can’t” he whispered, his cheek pressing into Uma’s hair. She nodded against his chest and pushed back, turning him to face (y/n). he gasped out her name and she smiled, that kind, unwavering kind, smile “I know, I get it. I’ve waited this long, what's waiting a bit longer, at least now I don’t have to be alone when you’re not awake” (y/n) said with an easy tone, and Harry wanted to cry, but he didn’t; he took her by the jaw and neck, and kissed her, a tearful passionate kiss that Uma looked away from to let them have their moment.

“I love yeh (y/n), I fuckin fell fer ye so hard, I’m sorry I’m leavin’ ye so soon,” Harry said as he pulled away, curling his arms around his true love and holding her tight. she held him back, her face in the crook of his neck “I know, I love you too, so much. Thank you for being kind to me, and finding me.” They stood there for a moment longer before their attention was diverted to the three good fairies, all landing in front of the soon-to-be-separated true loves.

“we assume you’re going back to the isle” Flora said sadly, bowing her head slightly as Harry nodded “we understand, then allow us to bestow upon you this gift.” Harry perked his brow and looked at (y/n), who looked just as confused as he felt “two years ago we gave (y/n) the ability to find her true love within her curse, and now we give you both the gift to continue that, no matter how far you go, what barrier you’re behind, you will always find each other in the dead of night, within your dreams.” The three fairies waved their wands, and multicolored sparkles swirled around Harry and (y/n), disappearing a moment later “until the day you meet again.”

(y/n) stared at her fairy godmothers, then looked at Harry; who stood in complete shock and awe. “thank you” (y/n) sobbed, bringing the three into a strong hug “thank you so much” “anything for you my dear, just the same as your parents and sister” Merryweather said with tears in her eyes, patting (y/n)’s shoulder. (y/n) laughed, pulling back and holding out her hands to Harry “might as well spend some time together before you leave eh?”

Harry softly smiled and nodded, taking her hands and following her as she pulled him away towards the gardens, leaving the good fairies and Uma behind; for now.

After Harry left, everything felt…numb, (y/n) didn’t even realize she was back in her sister's room with the rest of her family, minus her grandmother; for when they, her parents, had found out about her (Leah) basically abusing their daughter over someone else's choices, they had disowned her and banished her from their castle. Something (y/n) was extremely relieved about, grammie mostly left her alone in favor of Audrey, the oldest, but she was still cruel to (y/n) over the simplest things.

But never mind that, there were more important things, like Hades waking up her sister...hopefully. The royal guard and (y/n)’s family's knights entered the room with the old god of the dead, his yellow beady eyes scanning the room for any escape or threats.

She mostly ignored his rant of ‘good and evil’, keeping her eyes on her older sister, her body getting colder by the minute “I know we have some personal issues to sort out, but can that shit-” her parents looked surprised by the curse slipping through her lips, but hanging around a pirate for the last two years didn’t not make her swear “-wait until after my sister’s life isn’t in danger? Please~?” Hades stared at the girl, then snorted.

“I like her” he muttered to Mal, who smirked and then pulled him in front of Audrey’s bed. He held up his hands, brushing away mal as she attempted to give him the ember “that’s just a condensed version of my powers, don’t need it” and with a wave of his hand, and glow of his eyes, Audrey awoke with a gasp, her body temperature rising as the spells were pulled off her soul. “There we go, good as new” Hades said with a smirk, pouting as the guards rounded behind him; preparing to take him back to the isle “Ah, right.” The royal guards led Hades out of the room, and Mal stared after him for a moment before turning back to Audrey.

“Audrey?” Mal said in a soft voice, stepping closer to the bed as Audrey held her parents close, having yet to realize her sister was present. Audrey looked up at Mal, looking very ashamed “i-I have owned you an apology, for so damn long.” Audrey looked confused, Mal didn’t make Audrey take the scepter, but she let Mal go on “So-I’m sorry. For everything, for Ben, for my actions, for never realizing just how hurt you were. I’m sorry” Mal ended in a whisper, holding back tears; she didn’t deserve to cry.

Audrey laughed, watery and broken “that’s all I wanted to hear” Audrey sobbed, climbing out of her parent's arms and throwing herself at Mal, who hugged back just as tightly “we might never be friends, but hope we’re never enemies again” Mal croaked out, Ben watching with a smile from behind her. He had his apologies due as well, but he would let the girls have their moment “and I have something even better than me apologizing” Audrey pulled back, her brow raised before she turned, gasping as she finally saw you.

“(y/n)!” her voice cracked as she spoke, the two sisters slamming into each other as they sobbed. “you’re awake! Oh, thank the gods!” as the two abled away, Mal bowed to the royals and walked out with Ben, Ben making a strong mental note to properly apologize to Audrey later. “how?!” Audrey asked, pulling away from (y/n) and shaking her shoulders a bit. “what woke you up? Who?”

(y/n) chuckled, taking Audrey’s hands and holding them tight “actually, if it wasn’t for you taking the scepter, I might’ve not woken up for a while, harry hook, an isle kid, escaped when Mal and the others went to get the ember, and he came to find me when he did. So if you think about it, you taking the scepter, led to me waking up~!” Audrey let out a raspberry, of course (y/n) could make her feel better with just a single sentence, even if it implied her going evil was a good thing. “yeah yeah, come ‘ere” Audrey grumbled, pulling (y/n) back into a hug, their parents joining a moment later.

(y/n) felt a tear slip down her cheek, she had her family back but-her true love was across the sea, most likely never to step foot in Auradon ever again.

Harry was the first to be asleep this time, patiently waiting for (y/n) under the willow tree, curling a loose branch around his finger as he whistled with the calm wind. He looked up as he heard the grass shuffle around, a smile on his lips as he locked eyes with his true love “hi” he whispered, opening his arms as (y/n) plopped down next to him and slumped into his side. “hi” she whispered back, tired and clearly done with her day.

“bad day?” Harry asked, rubbing her shoulder gently, cheek pressed against her hair “my grandmother decided to make an appearance, when we told her she was banished from the grounds, she didn’t take it all too well” (y/n) grumbled, clearly not liking her little trip down memory lane. Harry pouted a bit, pushing back a bit of hair away from the crown of (y/n)’s head and kissing it “it’ll get better love, I’m sorry I can’t be there fer real”

(y/n) shrugged “it’s okay Harry, I understand why you had to go back, It doesn’t mean I don’t miss you but…I get it” she muttered, hiding her face into his shoulder, his arms completely wrapping around her body and holding her tight “I love yeh darlin’” Harry whispered, and (y/n) said it back in a small voice. “I love you too”

Honestly? (y/n) didn’t know why she was here, more so Audrey, Ben’s ex and the girl who had tried to take over the world because of her unresolved break up with him. yeah, she was technically possessed to do those things, but still? plus, (y/n) had only known Ben and Mal for maybe three months before she had been sent to sleep, so she really didn’t have a reason to be at their engagement party (which, she kinda thought was too soon, yes speaking as the daughter of Aurora and Phillip, who fell in love within two minutes. But hey they waited a bit longer to get married at least)

(y/n) mostly zoned out, simply going through the polite motions as Mal and Ben emerged and then went up into the plaza balcony. Ben toasted his fiancé, then she had a whole speech, something you only paid attention to when you heard Uma's name “without Uma and her pirates, Auradon would be gone!...and-and without Harry, Harry Hook, (y/n) would still be asleep” (y/n) looked up at her, brows furrowed in confusion. Mal looked right back down at her, a saddened smile on her lips, her eyes determined to make things right. “we are all capable of good and evil, what matters is who we choose to be; not what our parents, or who someone else tells us to be. We can never know what is truly going on in someone's mind; which is why-the fucking applications system is bullshit. It shouldn’t be up to us to-to pick and choose who we think is ‘good enough’ for Auradon. Because-every kid on the isle is good enough, they always have been. And I refuse to let some-stupid system waste away those kids.” She turned to Ben with a smile, and it was clear the two had talked about this over the past week.

“And-and that is why,” Mal said strongly, turning back to the crowd, eyes locked onto the barrier around the isle “we are going to open the barrier to those who chose to come to Auradon for a better life; anyone with ill intentions towards anything or anyone may not pass it but-anyone who wants to have their chance, will be free to come to Auradon anytime they want” Mal finished, smiling as the crowd burst into cheers “About damn time!” (y/n) yelled up at Mal, who laughed, carefully wiping away the tears in her eyes, gesturing for her friends to join her up on the balcony.

Mal took the wand from FG, and (y/n) turned, facing the isle, her heart beating out of her chest as Mal began the final incantation; to free the children of the isle “To all who want a proper chance,” Mal paused for a moment, and her friends joined her in the spell, the wand glowing brightly in Mal’s grip “your time has come, come out and dance!”

In a bright beam of light, the barrier seemed to shatter, the dark clouds blocking the sun dispersing as the clean ocean water flowed into the wharf. Harry, Uma, and Gil all slowly stepped out into the sunlight; every other villain kid gasping and laughing as they ran around in their first glimpse of sun “she did somethin’ righ’ fer once” Harry joked, smiling as Uma cackled, taking his arm and jumping around like a little kid. “my plan!” Uma laughed, turning on her heel and taking her boy’s hands, dragging them across the bridge that led to Auradon, hundreds of villain kids at their heels.

Harry perked up as he saw a shimmer of blue and pink, his eyes widening as he saw (y/n) “(y/n)!” Harry screamed out, separating from Uma and bolting towards her, his arms opening as she did the same “Harry!” (y/n) sobbed, slamming into him and almost knocking him over if he hadn’t spun around to keep his balance.

Audrey, Aurora, and Phillip smiled from the Auradon side of the bridge; Aurora cooing as (y/n) pulled Harry into a bruising kiss. “he’s going to be good for her, get her out of that shell mom tried to put her in” Aurora mumbled, hugging Phillip's arm as (y/n) dragged Harry towards them, a shy smile on his face. Phillip nodded in agreement, Audrey ran forward to meet her sister and Harry halfway, she had yet to thank him for saving her little sister. “come on, let’s go welcome him” Phillip said, Aurora picking up her dress gently and happily walking with Phillip to welcome Harry Hook to Auradon and their family.

-the end~-

ye~ kinda used the ‘dream realm’ thing from my prince behind the pirate commission series, but-i was watching sleeping beauty with my dad and got inspired to do a fic :3 also black (y/n) cuz black (y/n) is fucking queen. whenever i dont have a lil-this character is meant to be perceived as this!- (y/n) is totally blank, free to be perceived however yall like, black, white, Asian, Hispanic, Indian, anything! its an x reader, (y/n) is just-whoever you are :3

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