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“Pretty little flower~”

Oberyn Martell fic

Word count: 824

A/N: hihihi my lord I have been inactive on this account. My apologies, but I’ve been lacking motivation and ideas… well, until now. So, hope you enjoy :) also, let me know if you would like a part two as the ending is a little suggestive ;}

The party was dull.

You never thought, after accepting an invite to the Head of House Martells party in the Kingdom of Dorne, that you’d be stuck listening to some old crone ramble on about his riches. You feel your eyes begin to droop, yet they snap right open after they make contact with the reason you came to this party in the first place. Standing across the room, gorgeous face lit with expression as he recalls some amusing anecdote to the guests crowed around him, looking as divine as the rumours warned you.

Prince Oberyn Martell.

The Red Viper.

The handsomest man in all of the Seven Kingdoms.

He does a double take as your eyes meet again, and smiles wide, unintentionally showing off his perfect royal teeth. Then he winks, sending a flock of butterflies flying to your stomach. You feel yourself blush ferociously as you smile back, shyly, at the prince.

You declare some stupid excuse to the old man you’re talking to, muttering that you are too warm and need a minute outside. You leave the room and enter a beautiful garden, find a bench and sit down. Exhaling deeply, you need a minute to collect your thoughts. The pretty prince had muddled them up, making you think only about him, his gorgeous face lit up, his dark brown eyes that you could get lost in, and you find yourself imagining what his beautifully toned body would look like under that golden robe that makes him look like a god.

Good lord.

You realise how down bad you are for a man you’ve never even met, only heard about in stories from people glowing with admiration.

“Well, whatever are you doing out here? Sitting in the garden like a little flower while everyone else is at the party?”

You jump, swivel your head to come face to face with the owner of this smooth, attractive, playful, slightly accented voice.

As soon as you make eye contact you leap off the bench in a hurry.

Oberyn Martell. The Prince of Dorne. The Red Viper. Had just caught you sitting by yourself outside a royal party.

This is not the first impression you wanted to make.

“I’m so sorry, your highness. I was just- uhm- I was only- no offence to your brothers party- I just needed some- erm- air.” You stumble pathetically with your words, praying that you aren’t offending the prince with your unwillingness to be present at the royal celebration, your eye contact with him faltering.

He chuckled, smiling at your attempts, and the sound invited back that pesky flock of butterflies back to your stomach.

“Oh my, little flower, are you shy? Is that why you are out here?” He asks, tone not mocking, but playful, like you’re sharing an inside joke as old friends.

“You’re certainly a pretty little flower aren’t you.” The prince moved forward, face now suddenly more serious, inquiring, seeming interested in taking all of you in as his eyes trail from your head to your toes.

Your face glows red at his words, the blush that so easily overtakes you when an attractive person looks in your general direction, made ten times worse as the most attractive man you have ever seen compliments you. “Thank you, sir.” You say. “I must say, you are even more handsome then the rumours let on”

“Rumours?” He asks, eyebrow cocked. “And tell me, what do these rumours say?”

“Only that you are the most handsome man in all of Dorne.” You shrug, gaining confidence as you converse. Oberyn Martell has turned out to be a very easy person to talk to. “However, I believe these rumours are wrong. You have proven to be the most gorgeous person in all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

His eyes widened in surprise and he smirked at your flirting. “Is that so?” He began to move closer, closing the distance between you, the butterflies moving at max speed in your tummy as he placed a hand on your waist. “Well, it appears that the rumours are wrong.” He leans in, lips to your ear as he whispers. “You, little flower, are the most gorgeous person I have ever seen.”

You gasp at his bold statement, giggling slightly in disbelief. He notices your doubt, cupping your face in his hand. “Seriously, it as if the god’s sculptured you in a way that would make you perfect to me…” He breaks off, lost in a thought. “Tell me, how long are you intending on staying at this party?”

“Well, before you came out here, I was planning on requesting a carriage to take me to my lodgings, but now I believe I will be staying a little longer.” You declare, as your eyes involuntarily flit down to his lips.

He notices you staring, smiles, and moves closer, your lips nearly touching, and it takes all your free will to not close the gap. His hands move up your body as he asks:

“Pretty little flower, would you perhaps~ stay the night?”

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“Pretty little flower~”

Oberyn Martell fic

Word count: 824

A/N: hihihi my lord I have been inactive on this account. My apologies, but I’ve been lacking motivation and ideas… well, until now. So, hope you enjoy :) also, let me know if you would like a part two as the ending is a little suggestive ;}

The party was dull.

You never thought, after accepting an invite to the Head of House Martells party in the Kingdom of Dorne, that you’d be stuck listening to some old crone ramble on about his riches. You feel your eyes begin to droop, yet they snap right open after they make contact with the reason you came to this party in the first place. Standing across the room, gorgeous face lit with expression as he recalls some amusing anecdote to the guests crowed around him, looking as divine as the rumours warned you.

Prince Oberyn Martell.

The Red Viper.

The handsomest man in all of the Seven Kingdoms.

He does a double take as your eyes meet again, and smiles wide, unintentionally showing off his perfect royal teeth. Then he winks, sending a flock of butterflies flying to your stomach. You feel yourself blush ferociously as you smile back, shyly, at the prince.

You declare some stupid excuse to the old man you’re talking to, muttering that you are too warm and need a minute outside. You leave the room and enter a beautiful garden, find a bench and sit down. Exhaling deeply, you need a minute to collect your thoughts. The pretty prince had muddled them up, making you think only about him, his gorgeous face lit up, his dark brown eyes that you could get lost in, and you find yourself imagining what his beautifully toned body would look like under that golden robe that makes him look like a god.

Good lord.

You realise how down bad you are for a man you’ve never even met, only heard about in stories from people glowing with admiration.

“Well, whatever are you doing out here? Sitting in the garden like a little flower while everyone else is at the party?”

You jump, swivel your head to come face to face with the owner of this smooth, attractive, playful, slightly accented voice.

As soon as you make eye contact you leap off the bench in a hurry.

Oberyn Martell. The Prince of Dorne. The Red Viper. Had just caught you sitting by yourself outside a royal party.

This is not the first impression you wanted to make.

“I’m so sorry, your highness. I was just- uhm- I was only- no offence to your brothers party- I just needed some- erm- air.” You stumble pathetically with your words, praying that you aren’t offending the prince with your unwillingness to be present at the royal celebration, your eye contact with him faltering.

He chuckled, smiling at your attempts, and the sound invited back that pesky flock of butterflies back to your stomach.

“Oh my, little flower, are you shy? Is that why you are out here?” He asks, tone not mocking, but playful, like you’re sharing an inside joke as old friends.

“You’re certainly a pretty little flower aren’t you.” The prince moved forward, face now suddenly more serious, inquiring, seeming interested in taking all of you in as his eyes trail from your head to your toes.

Your face glows red at his words, the blush that so easily overtakes you when an attractive person looks in your general direction, made ten times worse as the most attractive man you have ever seen compliments you. “Thank you, sir.” You say. “I must say, you are even more handsome then the rumours let on”

“Rumours?” He asks, eyebrow cocked. “And tell me, what do these rumours say?”

“Only that you are the most handsome man in all of Dorne.” You shrug, gaining confidence as you converse. Oberyn Martell has turned out to be a very easy person to talk to. “However, I believe these rumours are wrong. You have proven to be the most gorgeous person in all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

His eyes widened in surprise and he smirked at your flirting. “Is that so?” He began to move closer, closing the distance between you, the butterflies moving at max speed in your tummy as he placed a hand on your waist. “Well, it appears that the rumours are wrong.” He leans in, lips to your ear as he whispers. “You, little flower, are the most gorgeous person I have ever seen.”

You gasp at his bold statement, giggling slightly in disbelief. He notices your doubt, cupping your face in his hand. “Seriously, it as if the god’s sculptured you in a way that would make you perfect to me…” He breaks off, lost in a thought. “Tell me, how long are you intending on staying at this party?”

“Well, before you came out here, I was planning on requesting a carriage to take me to my lodgings, but now I believe I will be staying a little longer.” You declare, as your eyes involuntarily flit down to his lips.

He notices you staring, smiles, and moves closer, your lips nearly touching, and it takes all your free will to not close the gap. His hands move up your body as he asks:

“Pretty little flower, would you perhaps~ stay the night?”

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Hiya, sorry for being extremely inactive on this account but an Oberyn Martell from Game of Thrones fic is currently in the works!

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#when he’s a total daddy but is also acting like such a dad already

PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER The Last of Us (2023– )

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“Look at me when I’m talkin’”

Joel Miller (outbreak era) fic

Word count: 603

A/N: this is my first fic and I’m low-key scared to post it, but whatever, enjoy! Like, comment, repost, do whatever to show some support and yeah hope you like it mwuahhh <3 :)

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" He growls, pulling you into the nearest safe-house.

There's a blaze behind his eyes, one that you have not seen before - true anger. "You could have gotten bitten! Do you know how stupid that decision was?" His chest heaves with deep breaths as he tries to contain himself.

You struggle out of his grip and look him defensively in the eyes. "Joel, it was a kid! I could have saved him, I tried to stop him from getting infected. I couldn't bare to see another child suffering." You and Joel were trying to get through a town that day, unusually busy, when you saw a lone child, wandering the streets with a tear streaked face, when suddenly an infected appeared in the distance. Overcome with an urge to protect the boy, you run after him at the same time the infected skilfully stumbled its way over. Joel had tackled you and dragged you away, and as you struggled in his arms you saw the child get brutally bitten. That horrible image crowds your thoughts now, as Joel glares down at you, his arms crossed and his posture tall.

"We did not know that boy, it did not matter if we saved him or not. You cant always be the hero" Joel says firmly, his southern accent bitter.

You scoff and turn away from him. "I cant believe this Joel. That you can be so... so selfish!"

"Hey, don't you dare you say that! Everything I do, I do for you! How could you call me selfish!"

You start walking away, needing to clear your head, when Joel turns your body toward him in a swift gesture. "Look at me when l'm speaking to you, darlin, and this will be a much more pleasant for you."

You cant meet his eyes, you are so irritated with him right now. He lifts your chin gently, forcing you to look him in his firm, beautiful, blazing eyes. "I said look at me."

"Joel-" you begin, ready to argue, but get cut off, as he suddenly, unexpectedly, kisses you.

When you get over the initial surprise over such a change in atmosphere, you soften and kiss him back, running one hand through his salt and pepper hair. He pulls away, looking flustered and not meeting your eyes. "Joel." You say again, softly this time

"Well, 'm sorry about that. Heat of the moment. Wont happen again." He mutters, looking anywhere but you, his cheeks slightly red.

You chuckle, softly. "Who's not looking when I'm speaking to you now?"

He looks up at you, his eyes soft, the puppy dog look that melts your heart on the rare occasion that you see it. "I was just so scared of loosing you today darlin, I wanted to kiss you just in case I never got the chance to do it." He trails his eyes down your body. "I never wanna loose you, right? That's why you gotta do what I say, when I say it."

You nod, understanding how serious he is about this. The thought of loosing Joel is a deeply unpleasant one, and as he had mentioned, he is the only thing which had helped you through this destitute world.

"Just so you know Joel," you say, as you pull him closer to whisper in his ear, standing on your tiptoes to reach. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to kiss me again."

He chuckles slightly, and kisses you on the forehead. "Maybe, if you behave. If remember to look at me when l'm speaking to you with those pretty little eyes then we'll see."

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Hi there! Little introduction post :)

This blog is for fics of Pedro Pascals characters. Why? Because Pedro Pascal is the most gorgeous man in the world (fax)

So yeah, enjoy!

I just wanna ask: I have a Joel Miller fic in drafts, an argument turned into an unexpected kiss. Would anyone be interested in me posting it?

Tell me if that’s something of interest, as I’m kinda nervous posting it just in case ppl don’t like it

<3