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Harry Potter

I’m Okay - You’re Draco’s sister and you’re dating Harry. When the two of them duel, you’re caught in the middle. 

Dead - You’re Harry’s wife and believe him to be dead at the Battle of Hogwarts.

Patronus -  While trying to make a patronus, you can’t conjure up a strong enough memory. Harry has an idea that might help. 

Fred Weasley

Christmas - Christmas with Fred

She’s a Keeper - You are very shy and surprise everyone when you’re great at Quidditch. 

Distraction - You get in trouble for kissing Fred, and he gets protective. 

Love - A fluffy argument leading to Fred declaring his love for you. 

Jealous - Jealous Fred

Jealous - Jealous Fred #2!

I Told You So - Fred comes to your rescue and quickly falls in love with you. 

Safe - You attend Bill and Fleur’s wedding and stay by Fred’s side when all chaos breaks out. 

Mama Ain’t Raise No Quitter - Protective! Fred and George come to your rescue after Slytherins get a little too close for comfort.

Right Here - After Umbridge punishes your for protecting Sirius, your father, Fred calms you down. 

Panic Attack - You have a panic attack and Fred comforts you. 

Long Enough - You and Fred confess your love on Christmas!!

Bludgers - Fred has a huge crush on you and can’t help but protect you. 

Break Her Nose! - After being abducted after the 7 Harry’s, you promise yourself that you are going to break Bellatrix’s nose. 

Close - You feel like it’s your fault that the team lost, Fred comforts you. 

George Weasley

Loss - After the war, you return home to find your pet has passed. 

Gone - You were dating Cedric and didn’t allow yourself to mourn. George helps you let out your feelings. 

This Christmas - You’ve been dating George for a while, so when Christmas rolls around you spend it with his family. 

Saint-like - During the 7 Harry’s, you wait at the Burrow for George to return home. 

My Fault - You ride with George during the 7 Harry’s and take all the blame when he gets injured. 

Blood Purity - When Umbridge catches you and George flirting, she puts him in detention. 

Walk-Ins NOT Welcome - Harry walks in on one of your make-out sessions. 

Guessing - After it gets out that you have a crush on a Weasley, Ron won’t stop guessing until he gets it right. 

Duel - After a duel with the Slytherins, you check up on your protective boyfriend. 

Shy - You’re very shy and when George notices people being rude to you, he makes himself your personal body guard. 

Mama Ain’t Raise No Quitter - Protective! Fred and George come to your rescue after Slytherins get a little too close for comfort. 

I’ll Walk You Home - After you miss the rest of the students return to the school, only you and George are left in Hogsmeade. 

Christmas - Christmas just isn’t the same without Fred. 

Date - You’re constantly turning George down, but when he turns his attention to another girl, you realize that maybe you do like him. 

Too Much to Handle - George is too shy to approach you, but after finding you locked out of your common room he has the perfect opportunity. 

Draco Malfoy

Slytherin? - You are Ron’s twin and fully expect to be in Gryffindor. When you are sorted into Slytherin, an enemy may become a friend. 

Marry Me? - Draco gets hurt in a Quidditch game and you spend the day taking care of him. 

Unsafe - Draco may love you, but with the upcoming war and Voldemort’s eyes on him, it’s unsafe to admit it. 

Let’s Hope So - After denying feelings for each other, you both realize there may be something there. 

Virtues - After Draco sees Slytherins treating you bad, he comes to your rescue. 

Secret Santa - You and Draco get each other for Secret Santa and find it isn’t as easy as you hoped. 

Blood Traitor - During a heated argument Draco calls you the worst thing he can - a blood traitor. 

I’m Sorry - You were raised in the same situation as Draco and are expected to marry. You slowly fall in love, but after finding a note it appears that the love is one sided. 

Not Your Fault - After Draco gets hurt in a dual, you tend his wounds. But, you find more than wounds on his arms. 

Christmas - You love decorating the common room and all things Christmas, and Draco can’t help the pull he feels to you. 

Worry - Draco is protective of Hufflepuff!Reader 

Rival - You grew up in Pansy’s shadow, but Draco isn’t interested in her. He’s interested in you. 

Love and War - At the Battle of the Astronomy Tower, all Draco can think about is you. 

Nightmare - Draco is the only person who can calm you after a nightmare. 

Banished - After suggesting that he make up with his arch nemesis, Draco has the nerve to banish you from your own bed. 

Ron Weasley

Family - You’re Draco’s sister and Ron’s girlfriend. Your parents don’t react too strongly to your date. 

Just a Dance - Fred and George know about your crush on Ron and make it their personal mission to set you up. 

Now That’s a Game - Draco knocks you off your broom during Quidditch and Ron immediately comes to your defense. 

Amortentia - After realizing you love Ron and he loves you, Hermione sets you. 

Ginny Weasley

Don’t Mention It - You’re Ginny’s best friend and find her snogging Harry in the middle of a war. 

Charlie Weasley

Christmas in the Burrow - Charlie invites you to the Burrow with him when he realizes you stay at Hogwarts. 

Romania - “Here’s my dreams and you’re with me!”

Neville Longbottom

I Love You - You and Neville go to the Yule Ball, and he says he loves you. 

Father - You and Neville have a toddler and raise him at Hogwarts. Turns out, Neville is a wonderful Dad. 

Our Spot - A tree by the lake might be seen as mundane to most, but to you it held every memory you loved with Neville. 

Cedric Diggory

Family - Cedric lives! And he marries you and has a family!

Lazy Sunday - Part 2 to Family

Stay With Me (Part 1) (Part 2) - You begged Cedric not join the Triwizard Tournament, but he did. And he died. You, however, aren’t going to let that be the end. The solution? Time Travel. 

Oliver Wood

Quidditch - You’re basically the mom of the Quidditch team and are there to support Oliver during wins and unfortunate losses. 

Sirius Black

Brave and Mighty - Sirius never noticed you, until now. 

Too Young - At 20 years old, you are married to Sirius, godparent of a baby, and in the middle of the war. 

Loss - You and Sirius lose your baby. 

Class of 1978 - You’re Lily’s best friend and you have made it to graduation. 

Baby - You just found out you’re pregnant and have no idea how you’re going to tell Sirius. 

Bother - You are living with Sirius at Grimmauld Place. You both hate it there, but you have each other (and hopefully a sandwich).

Son - You had a son with Sirius, and he’s a carbon copy of his father. 

Remus Lupin

Untitled - Remus is the one bright light in your year. 

Mama - Remus lives and you raise Teddy together!

Not All Scars - You were raised by Remus and notice that he may be hurting more than any of you realize.

Potions - After an awful potions class, you find a helping hand - Professor Lupin (not romantic). 

Don’t Leave - Turns out the Marauders are awful at cheering you up. Except for Remus, that is. 

James Potter

Just Like You - You slowly becomes more like James. 

First Time - You wake up after your first time with James and kind of regret it. 

Newt Scamander

Scars - When one of Newt’s creatures attacks him, you clean the wound and notice the scars he’s covered in. 

Nothing in that Case is Dangerous - You’re with Newt when he’s brought in to the Ministry. Newt does everything in his power to save you.

Accidentally, Of Course - Newt catches you as you’re changing clothes. Queenie reads your mind and realizes you may not have minded. 

Obliviate - Newt is ordered to wipe your memories, but he has other plans. 

New Additions - You’re pregnant!!!

Obscurus - You are Credence’s twin. Newt saves you and teaches Credence how to control his magic.

Christmas - Christmas with Newt

Letters - Newt misses you, but you keep in contact through letters. 

How Could I Forget? - You marry Newt, but you’re hit by a curse and lose your memory. 

Arranged Marriage - To merge the wizarding and muggle worlds, you’re in an arranged marriage to a prince. One that you do not want to be in. Thankfully, a familiar face comes to save you. 

Thanksgiving Day Parade - While searching for Newt’s creatures in America, you find yourself caught in the biggest parade of the year. 

Theseus Scamander

Together - You go to Theseus for comfort after a physical fight with your parents. 

Updated: December 30, 2018

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Today is self-harm awareness day. It is a very important day for me as a former self-harmer, and when I was at my lowest I thought no one knew how I felt, but now I know better. This is a day for people to learn more about the causes of self-harm and the risks. Self-harm is no different than any other unhealthy coping mechanism like drugs, alcohol, and many others. Just because someone self-harms does not make them any different from an addict that needs help. So, if you are a self-harmer and If you’re not sure where to turn, call the S.A.F.E. Alternatives information line in the U.S. at 1-800-366-8288 for referrals and support for cutting and self-harm. If you know a self-harmer, or just want to be more aware click here for more information.

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As You Wish - Aemond Targaryen x Reader Princess Bride!AU

Part 1: A Book?

Summary: Y/N was shocked to first realize that she loved Aemond, the poor farmhand that worked on her family's land. And she was devastated when he left to search for a fortune across the seas. She waited months then years, but he never returned to her. So, when Prince Aegon - future King of King's Landing - proposed marriage, she had no choice but to say yes, even with the misery it wrought.

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Note: So first of all I had to stop reading after a while so I am SURE it isn't perfect. It's finally here besties, it's finally happening. Let's hope that Tumblr works more with me this time lmao. Later parts are definitely going to be longer, and I got everything separated out how I want it so this part is shorter. Gonna be a fun time! But between this, the Haunting of Hill House AU I'm working on, I Know Places and some one-shots, I got a fun line up going! :) I'm gonna cross-post on my AO3 when all parts are done.

For the past four days, Jaehaerys and Maelor had been complaining of fevers, upset stomachs, and moping around the house - when they bothered to leave their beds. Jaehaera was, of course, worried about her brothers. She loved them both endlessly. But, she had bigger, grander things on her mind than the illness they both had. It was her best friend’s birthday at the end of the week, and she had every intention to be at school come Friday to celebrate with her.

While a noble effort, despite her best efforts to avoid her sick brothers, Jaehaera woke up miserably with her nose stuffed, a fever, and her head and stomach both hurting. Naturally, her mom bundled her into the living room with her brothers. Maelor was groaning about wanting a ginger ale and Jaehaerys was dramatically wheezing as if it were his last breath. Personally, Jaehaera was just fine with the juice and crackers her mom gave her even if she couldn’t quite taste it right. Sure, being sick was awful and she was missing her best friend’s birthday party at school, but at least her mom was able to stay and take care of them, plus, they were watching cartoons. 

But, when sick and young like her, rest was a necessity - an inevitable necessity, even if you vehemently believed that you had to watch the rest of the episode of Scooby Doo. Jaehaera was just a girl - wasn’t anything special, so she caved to slumber just before the bad guy was unmasked. The young girl jolted from the slumber she hadn’t meant to when she felt a hand touching her warm forehead. She whined as she moved away from it, blinking against the sleep weighing down her eyes. “Mama?” she asked.

“I’m here, my love,” her mom cooed. “And look, sweetheart, you and your brothers have a visitor.”

“Helaena you don’t have to wake them,” a voice quietly whispered from the other side of the room.

At the sound of the voice, her eyes flew open and a smile lit up her face. “Uncle Daeron!” she cheered as loud as she could with her stuffy nose and sore throat.

“Hello, Jaehaera,” her uncle greeted, coming to crouch in front of her. He gave her a soft smile, brushing her platinum hair from her face. “How are you feeling, peanut?”

“Terrible,” she groused. She glared over at her brothers, still asleep. “They got me sick and it’s my best friend’s birthday! We’re supposed to have cupcakes at school!”

Her Uncle Daeron sighed. “I know, your mom called me and told me. I came to try and make you feel a little better,” he said.

Again, her eyes lit up. “You’re going to tell a story?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Daeron agreed, laughing, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “And your mom’s going to make you some hot chocolate too - your brothers too if they ever wake up.”

“Psh,” she scoffed, “leave them! Storytime, Uncle Daeron, start!”

He snorted and rose to his feet, settling into the chair across from him. “Alright, alright, patience there, peanut,” he snickered. He pulled a book from his pocket. She looked at it quizzically. “This is a very special book, Jaehaera. It was the book my mother used to read to my brother when I was sick, and my brother read it to me. And now I’m going to read it to you.”

“What’s it about?” she asked curiously. “Am I going to like it?”

Her Uncle Daeron laughed fondly and nodded. “Are you kidding me, peanut? It has fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, miracles,” he said. He saw that she wasn’t convinced and gave her a smile. “And at its heart? It’s a story of true love.”

She looked at him, squinting in disbelief. “Doesn’t sound too bad. I’ll try and stay awake,” she said. She settled back into the couch looking at her uncle expectantly.

“Oh, you’re too kind,” he teased. He opened the book and prepared to read.

“Uncle Daeron?” came the sleepy voice of her twin next to her.

“Hey, buddy,” he greeted, closing the book and moving over to hug the young boy.

“Uncle Daeron?” came the echo of Maelor then.

“Hey, pal,” he said, hugging their younger brother then.

“Quiet,” Jaehaera whined, leaning into Jaehaerys’s side. “He’s going to read a story!”

Their mother then came into the room with mugs of hot chocolate for them and their uncle took the chance to sit back down. The boys immediately sat up for the drinks, silenced themselves, and looked eagerly at their uncle, fighting off their sleepiness. Maelor leaned into his sister’s side as they started to drink their hot chocolate. They waited on bated breath for their uncle to begin reading to them. Dramatically, their Uncle Daeron opened the book again, prepared to read. He looked at them, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“The Princess Bride, chapter one,” he said. “Y/N was raised on a small farm in the country of King’s Landing.” Already, the kids were enthralled, as if they could see the very words that their uncle was reading from the page. “Her favorite pastimes were riding her horse and tormenting the farm boy who worked there. His name was Aemond, but she never called him that.” He looked up at his niece and nephews. “Isn’t that a wonderful beginning?”

“Yeah, great,” Maelor said weakly while his siblings sipped their hot chocolate.

Their Uncle Daeron looked down to the book in his hands. “Nothing gave Y/N as much pleasure as ordering Aemond around. ‘Farm Boy, polish my horse’s saddle,’” he said, voice high and mimicking as he read the order.

“I want to see my face shining in it by morning,” Y/N said, a grin on her face as she handed the saddle over to the farm boy.

Aemond nodded and took the saddle. “As you wish,” he said quietly.

“As you wish was all he ever said to her,” their Uncle Daeron stated.

Y/N walked into her horse’s stall and pet the creature’s neck. “Farm Boy, I want you to varnish my horse’s hooves,” she ordered, voice softer than it had been before. Aemond looked at her from a stall over, lips in a line. “Please.”

“As you wish,” Aemond agreed, lip quirking up into a partial smile.

Y/N left the stable after getting his agreement, but stopped and turned. His eyes were still on her. She offered him a fleeting half-smile that morphed into a frown as he turned away, going back to his work. Y/N took a shaky sigh and walked off, forcing her focus elsewhere on her own duties for the day.

Even so, before evening fully set in, Y/N found herself in the kitchen of her home with Aemond. Her hands moved listlessly around when he entered, her brain struggling to catch up. And as she turned to him, she took a sharp breath. Aemond looked at her, curious, but silent as always.

“Farm Boy, fetch me that bowl,” Y/N said, pointing to a bowl that she could easily reach herself. For a moment, he didn’t move. “The…the heavy one, up high.”

Aemond approached her, a few mere steps between them. He reached up to grab the bowl. It was neither heavy nor high up. Still, he took a step closer to hand it to Y/N, their hands brushing as she took it from his hands. The pair stayed close for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“As you wish,” Aemond said. 

His voice, it seemed, broke him out of his reverie. He turned away from her and then walked back outside, leaving Y/N alone inside. She sucked in a deep breath as the man disappeared from right before her. She watched as he walked away from the farmhouse, following his movements with her eyes until she could no longer see him.

“That day,” their Uncle Daeron said, fond smile in his voice, “Y/N was amazed to discover that when Aemond was saying ‘as you wish,’ what he meant was this: ‘I love you.’ And even more amazing? That night she realized that she truly loved him back.”

Outside of Aemond’s small home on the family’s property, Y/N and Aemond stood chest to chest. They gazed at each other. She blinked at the man before her, taking in a quiet breath as he took her hand, holding it gently in his own. As if she were some sort of prize to cherish. She glanced down at his lips, giving him silent permission, practically begging him to kiss her. Aemond acquiesced to Y/N’s desire and leaned down, pressing their lips together in a kiss that quickly became passionate.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jaehaerys complained. “Is this a kissing book?”

“When does it get good?” Maelor whined.

“Keep your shirt on, let me read,” Uncle Daeron said with a chuckle. He looked back to his book. “Aemond had no money for marriage, so he packed up the few belongings he had and left the farm. He did so to seek his fortune across the seas, longing to come back for his bride as soon as he was able. It was a very emotional time for Y/N.”

“I don’t believe it,” Jaehaera exclaimed, sad.

“I fear that I’ll never see you again,” Y/N said, sounding as though she loathed to admit it. She was standing a few steps away from him. They stood at the gate of the farm, Aemond ready to leave.

“Of course you will,” Aemond said firmly.

“But what if something happens to you?” Y/N asked.

Aemond took a step forward and held Y/N’s face in both of his hands. He ran a hand soothingly up and down her cheek. “Hear this now: I will always come for you,” he said. A vow.

“How can you be sure?” Y/N asked, disbelieving.

Aemond pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He looked at her with nothing but fondness in his eyes. He stroked his thumb across her cheek. “This is true love, Y/N. You think that this happens every day?” he asked, teasing.

He smiled down at her, and she couldn’t help but smile back, even brighter - he always made her brighter. She threw her arms around him and he held her tightly to his chest in a hug. Y/N loathed to let him go. Still, she knew that she must. So after she finally released him and pressed a final kiss to his lips, Aemond stepped away from her. As he walked away, she watched him go, and wiped the single tear that dripped down from her eyes.

“Aemond didn’t reach his destination,” their Uncle Daeron said, grimly.

“What?” Jaehaera demanded.

Their uncle nodded. “His ship was attacked by the Dread Pirate Martell, who never left captives alive. And when Y/N got the news that Aemond was murdered-” 

“Murdered by pirates is good,” Jaehaerys muttered. Jaehaera swatted at her brother’s arm to silence him, her eyes locked on her uncle still.

“She went into her room and shut the door. For days, she neither slept nor ate,” Uncle Daeron said, ignoring his nephew’s interruption.

Y/N stood before the window in her kitchen, a grim look on her face. “I will never love again,” she stated with no emotions in her voice at all. 

“Five years later, the main square of King’s Landing was filled as it had never been before,” their Uncle Daeron said, jumping ahead in the story. “They were there to hear the announcement of the great Prince Aegon’s bride-to-be.”

Prince Aegon emerged onto a castle balcony. He was dressed in resplendent black royal robes, with a three-headed dragon embroidered onto them in gold, with a regal green and black cape draped over his shoulders. His platinum hair shone in the sunlight, and he wore a black prince’s crown atop his head. The prince did not emerge onto the balcony alone. To his left side stood King Viserys and Queen Alicent in regal clothing of their own. To his right then stood, the King’s advisor Otto, the Prince’s sworn sword Ser Criston Cole, and the Prince’s advisor Lord Larys Strong. And as they emerged, it was to the applause of their citizens below

“My people,” Prince Aegon said, voice cutting through the cheers that quieted as he raised a hand. “A few months from now, our country will have its 500th anniversary. On that sundown, I shall marry a lady.” He smiled. “A lady who was once a commoner like yourselves.” He paused, clearly for dramatic effect. “But perhaps you will not find her so common now. Would you like to meet her?”

The crowd answered their affirmation with cheers that reverberated through the very stone of the castle. The sea of people before them was adamant in their love and appreciation for the ruling family and for whomever this woman would be. They watched as the Prince gestured to a door on a balcony opposite them. The crowd, it seemed, was holding its breath as a collective. They waited eagerly to see her fully - to know who she was.

“My people,” Prince Aegon declared, “meet your Princess, your future Queen…the Princess Y/N.”

And then, Y/N emerged onto the balcony from the door. She was an image of beauty, reflected perfectly upon the people. The only thing betraying her discontent was the lack of a smile on her face. Even so, Y/N remained the most beautiful person around. She descended the staircase attached to the balcony slowly, as if every step pained her heart. And once she reached the ground, she began to walk amongst the people.

Upon the balcony, King Viserys began mumbling. Try as he might, Prince Aegon did not understand a word he was saying. He leaned over to Ser Criston. “Did you understand a word of that, Ser Criston?” he asked.

“Not a syllable,” the sworn sword admitted.

“It doesn’t seem possible, but my father’s mumblings seem to be getting worse every day,” the Prince stated.

“Your father said, Aegon, that it isn’t safe for Y/N to move amongst the people,” Queen Alicent said, glaring slightly at her son. She gently patted her husband’s arm, soothing. “It’s alright, Viserys. She’s so gentle. Who would want to harm Y/N? Who would even dream of it.”

There was an adoring smile on the Prince’s face. One that was sweet, genuine, loving, even. “I tell you this, mother, father…my dear councilmen: no man had better try,” Prince Aegon said firmly. Otto, Larys, and Criston all exchanged a fleeting glance. Looking back to the crowd, Aegon drew in a surprised breath. “By the seven…they love her.”

Looking back down to the crowd, they watched as they all began kneeling. They knelt down before Y/N without any instruction. Waves of people fell to a knee and bowed their heads to their new Princess. And Y/N was terribly moved by this. She stood still then, frozen in her spot, unable to move, unable to blink even, amongst the crowds of people. They were radiating love toward her - an adoration that felt entirely undeserved. She forced herself to take a breath, to blink, and it was a blessing she did. For as she blinked, the tears threatening to overcome her faded away. She looked up to the balcony and saw her future husband standing, smiling down at her, fond and kind. And she felt absolutely nothing.

Later that same day, Prince Aegon accompanied Y/N - Princess Y/N now - to the stables on the castle grounds. He was still dressed the same as he was at the royal announcement. But Y/N had changed into riding clothes. Y/N allowed the accompaniment only because she felt she had to. She supposed she should be grateful for the company, but couldn’t muster the feeling in herself. As she saddled her horse and prepared to mount, the Prince finally spoke.

“Must you ride?” he asked quietly. “You seem quite upset today.”

Y/N let out a quiet sigh. “The King looked terribly old today - exhausted to the bone. I suppose that frightened me. Upset me,” she said shortly. Prince Aegon smiled, reached out to grab her hand, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. She tried to smile but couldn’t bring it to last for more than a second.

“He has a right to look old, my darling,” he said, chuckling. “He has aged beyond what most dream of reaching, and every organ in his body has begun to slowly betray him. I know my father’s health is not what is upsetting you.” He paused, watching as she looked away from him. “Have I not been attentive enough, my darling? Is that it? Or have I been overbearing to you? I…I know that you don’t love me, Y/N. But, I promise that in time you’ll grow to love me.”

She shook her head. She mounted the horse expertly and then looked to the Prince again. “It’s not you,” she denied. “It was the crowd. I…they should not bow to me as they did. When you proposed to me, my Prince, I was just like them. Ordinary.” She looked away, towards the horizon, and then back to the Prince. “And even with all of the finishing lessons and time spent to educate me…in my heart I still am ordinary, Aegon. I…I felt a fraud today.” She shook her head. “They should not have bowed to me.”

The Prince took her hand and pressed another sweet kiss to her knuckles. “Oh, my beloved,” he said with a sigh. He offered a beautiful smile to her. “You are the most beautiful woman in this world. And when we marry? Y/N, you’ll be the richest and most powerful woman as well.” Braver, he reached up and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Don’t expect too much from life. That is how you may find yourself disappointed, even when you have anything…everything that you could possibly want at hand.”

Y/N considered him, then his words. “You’re very wise,” she said, nodding. “I must…I must learn to be satisfied with what I have. Thank you, my Prince.” The Prince took a step away from her horse and she immediately rode off. 

Free from the castle and her duties now, Y/N barreled through the woodlands surrounding King’s Landing. Atop her horse, Y/N could almost feel like she was free again. She pushed her horse to take her farther, to run faster. With the wind whipping her face, through her hair, Y/N could almost pretend she was alive again. She could almost feel life the way that it was with Aemond there. Joy was so close to her, but still so far.

Going through the woods coming close to the waters of the King’s Landing sea, Y/N was forced to bring her horse to a sudden stop seeing three men standing in the midst of her path. She looked at them suspiciously. Standing in front of the group of three was a Black man with platinum dreadlocks. To the left was an older, tall Black man also with white dreadlocks, but a less severe look on his face. To his right was a tall, broad man with curly dark hair and an easy smile on his face.

“A word if you will, my Lady?” the older man asked. They moved towards her. “My name is Vaemond, this is my nephew Laenor and our associate Harwin. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby you could direct us to?”

Y/N shook her head, frown on her face. She almost felt bad for them. For the trek that they’d have to make back to the city.  “There is nothing nearby,” she denied. “Not for miles.”

Vaemond’s face curled into a dark smile. “Then there shall be no one around to hear you scream,” he declared. 

Before Y/N could react to the words, the man nodded to Harwin. As a scream started to come out of her mouth, he knocked her unconscious by pinching a nerve in her neck. And then, she unceremoniously fell from the horse into the strong man’s arms, lost to the world.

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Bucky Barnes X Reader

Soulmate AU: Words that have significant meaning in their soulmate’s life appear on the skin at birth & emotional bond.

Summary: Y/n had always felt a little leery about the tattoo on her wrist. She could feel her soulmate’s aversion to the 10 russian words, and was too chicken shit to translate them… When she finally does? All hell breaks loose. Life will never be the same.

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