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Joffery Baratheon Request

This was a request sent in by @gayfic33
Word count is around 1400+
Enjoy!

"If you want to keep your hands be sure to use them correctly and fix these bloody designs!" It wasn't easy, to say the least. "You're not dressing a peasant, find something suited for a King." He threw the elegant garb his Grace would wear for his wedding day in the terrified seamstresses face before he scurried off. King Joffery Baratheon had a temper and the arrogance that came with wearing a crown as young as he was. But as his Kingsguard Y/N meant the words he vowed and served his Grace  loyally and faithfully.

The gods never saw fit to bless Joffery with the virtue of patience to begin with and the announcement of the wedding to the Tyrells made it even worse. "I liked it." Y/N smirked as he snatched a torn martial from the floor where it had been discarded in the mess. "Of course you would. You're not royalty." Joffery slid a vest over his thin shoulders and grabbed his crossbow, taking a seat near the canopy bed. "At least I'd have decided on something before my own wedding."

There were always risks when speaking freely around his Grace, but he had enough lords willing to appease him and if it truly bothered him, Y/N would have lost his tongue by now. Yet Joffery has always allowed for the japes. Even to his own expense.

"I'm just being truthful to my king." Y/N argued as he motioned to the crossbow. "Unless you plan on putting an arrow in me." Joffery tightened his grip on the trigger and pushed it aside. "Perhaps one day. But I have supper to attend with Margaery."

"Then you can look a bit happier to be spending time with your future queen." He only shrugged. "With her whole family. That fool of a father. Traitors in truth." Who did he pity more, his Grace or himself for having to stand watch at the door. "Even Kings must comprise. But I suggest keep the wine following." He chuckled bitterly and stood from his spot. A youth junior to Y/N only a few years but stood nearly as tall with cascading curls past his broad shoulders. Handsome. He looked the part of king. If he could act like it, Margaery would be a lucky woman.

"Try to enjoy the night with a beautiful woman and your future family." Y/N opened the heavy chamber door for Joffery and followed him as he stepped out. They crossed the bailey and up a flight of darkened staircase before they reached the hall where servants had been in a hurry from the kitchens. When he entered the hall had lit up from the excessive amount of candles and the smell of cooked meat and savory wisps of the courses being prepared.

"Smile" Y/N took his stance at the door and watched as Joffery grimaced before entering with the facade of a good king.

The watch was long and tiring and the sounds of conversation and music playing from inside the chamber bounced off the stone walls with their muffled sound. Y/N rested his hand on the hilt of his pommel and shifted in his armor with a clank. Had it been minutes or hours, Y/N could not say when the heavy oaken door was swung upon and out emerged Joffery with Margaery on his arm. Eyes twinkling and a sweet grin.

"Supper was lovely, Your Grace." The girl smiled with a soft voice. "I look forward to many more, my lady. You're presence has given me strength in these trying times for the realm." Y/N had to shift once more in his armor to hide the smirk that threatened to contradict Joffery's sugared lies. Margaery kissed his smooth cheek and bid him goodnight before her family escorted her away.

"So the night was a success, your Grace?" Strangely, Joffery whirled away sending his crimson silks swaying behind him. He walked away and Y/N followed. "Or not." He stuck close by the King's side and did not say another word until they reached Joffery's great chamber. The room was dark and only a few candles had been left flickering at a low amber. "I'll send someone to refresh the light, Your Grace." He went to turn but stopped as soon as he heard Joffery's voice.

"You'll stay, Y/N." His tone came off more like of a question than it did a command. A tone until now Y/N had ever heard from that spoiled King. "As you command, your Grace." He stood at the door, unsure of what to do next. Shall I stand watch? What use could he have of me at this hour? "Pour yourself some wine." That was easier to understand so Y/N walked over to the flagon and poured a cup. "Two." Joffery added so another cup was lined and filled.

Y/N walked over and handed the goblet to his king while Joffery took it, and chugged the remains faster than Y/N would have believed possible. He sipped slowly, looking around the room. He's stressed. He just wants to unload what he must carry all day. Surely the role was heavy even for Joffery. "I don't want to marry her." He blurted out through the darkness. His face had been cast in shadows so only the gold of his cup shimmered to reflect some light.

"I'm the king, yet my bride was found for me. Chosen for me. Just as the bloody Stark girl was as well." He went on so Y/N took a seat, listening carefully. "Both choices were worthy of you, your Grace." Trying to give some comfort to the situation. Joffery hadn't been the only one who he was told to love. "In status. Lands, alliances, wealth. They are worthy of me in those alone. A king. The king and I still feel like a puppet of my mother's."

He stood and grabbed the flagon, emptying of what little remained into his cup and sat back down. "You're the king, it's hard but all kings must make some sacrifices." He chuckled. "Spare me. I hear it from sunrise to sundown. I need not hear it from you too."

"Forgive me. I only meant that..." Y/N offered a quick apology. "I know what you meant, Y/N." He had never heard Joffery speak to a Kingsguard with such casualty. "You're just the last I want to hear it from. It's..." "Worse." Y/N felt himself saying before he could stop the words. "Worse." Joffery repeated the word and sat his cup to the side. "Worse in what way. Y/N?" Y/N gulped back. Suddenly his throat was dry and he could finally hear the silence that was all around them.

"I'm in no position to presume the difficulties of your position-"

"Joffery. He interrupted. "And you're in no position but still do it anyways. It's never stopped you from running your mouth before. Why is this worse?" He stood from his spot, taking one step closer to Y/N. "Because his Gr-Joffery, It's not easy when you want something else." He took another step. The wine was on his breath and his green eyes were pools of wildefire. "And what do you want, Y/N?"

"I..."

"You."

Joffery closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against Y/N. Hungry. He sinked into the kiss and as quickly as his lips were on him Joffery's slim fingers found the bolts and pieces holding his armor together. Bits went crashing to the floor in the hurry while Joffery worked on getting Y/N out of the last of out till he stood in nothing more than a loose tunic and woolen breeches. It was only than had Y/N realized what had happened.

"I never knew. I...I always thought you wer-" His words felt jumbled in his own mouth. Y/N stumbled and couldn't seem to form any at all when Joffery drew him once more. Their bodies had whirled around and he was pushed onto the feather bed while Joffery removed each article of clothing carefully as Y/N watched with hooded eyes whilst Joffery untied the laces and was on him again.

"I suppose this is why I haven't lost my tongue yet? You have other plans for it." Y/N found his courage when Joffery climbed on top of him. Tracing the line of the vein running down his arm as he looked back towards his king that looked to be a lover soon enough. "If it can keep a secret."