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Babysitter

Larys Strong x Velaryon!Reader

Summary: Larys was thinking about spending a quiet afternoon alone with his wife but Jacaerys ruins his plans.

Modern AU where Sea Dragon was never with Harwin and she is married to Larys. Nobody asked for this but I'm a bitch for Larys and Sea Dragon so I wrote it. The truth is that I really enjoyed writing about them being domestic, please if you liked it, don't hesitate to comment, like or REBLOG 🥰💖💖

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

When Larys entered, the first thing that caught his attention was that the house was silent instead of listening to the music that you usually played when you were at home. The second thing was that when Nightwing, your dog, went to meet him excitedly at the entrance and started barking, you asked him to stop, which was strange because Nightwing always did that and a long time ago the both accepted that she wouldn't stop doing it.

And the third thing was that a minute after Nightwing barked a baby cry was heard. As soon as he heard it Larys thought about opening the door again and leaving, maybe if he took Nightwing's leash and took her for a walk you wouldn't be upset with him for leaving but he doubted it. So he finished taking off his coat and tried to calm the dog by petting it as he headed to the kitchen.

"Hi," you greeted him and your husband turned to see you smiling at him from the living room. Despite the small tantrum a few seconds ago you looked happy to have their nephew Jacaerys in your arms "Harwin and Rhaenyra needed some time alone so I offered to take care of him"

He shouldn't be surprised. Lately every time the both went shopping you always "coincidentally" passed by the baby clothes section and stopped there for a while while you cooed just how small and cute the clothes are. Sometimes you even end up buying some compulsively. Not only that, every time you received a new photo of Jacaerys or your cousins' children you let out an "aww" and excitedly showed him the photos. When you two went to the park to take Nightwing out and you found a baby you started making faces at them until you managed to make them laugh. And now you were offering to take care of Jacaerys. He had a suspicion that you have baby fever.

"For how long?" he asked, hoping it would be an hour or two at most, he didn't want to spend the rest of the day with his nephew. When Larys got off work he had planned to come home and relax with you. He hoped they could take a bath together and then order something for dinner at that restaurant you like while watching some reality show.

"Just for a few hours"

Larys took the kettle out of the fire before it started making a lot of noise and Jacaerys would get scared.

"How many?" He asked, knowing that he wouldn't like the answer because you weren't being specific for some reason.

"They'll probably come looking for him at midnight" you responded and pouted as you heard the exasperated sigh your husband let out "Don't be like that, Jace is happy to see you" You went to sit on the couch when you saw that Larys entered the living room with two cups of tea.

"How do you know? He can't talk" Larys scoffed as he put the cups on the table. Nightwing, seeing that he sat down, instantly lay down on the floor.

"He crawled all over the house looking for you" you responded with a smile and you saw that the baby was starting to get restless so you left him on the carpet with his toys.

"You're talking shit"

"Larys! Language!" you scolded him, lamely, slapping him on the shoulder.

"He can't talk," your husband responded, rolling his eyes.

Larys really thought that you were lying and that you told him that hoping that it would warm him and maybe make him want to have a child. But it was obvious that you weren't lying because Jacaerys barely spent a minute with the toy before crawling to his side and starting to tug at his pants. Larys had never held a cup of tea so tightly, he was afraid that at some point it would fall and burn the child. The last thing he wanted was to end up going to the hospital. Besides, his brother would kill him for hurting Jacaerys.

Larys gave you an annoyed look as she placed the cup on the table.

"I told you he wanted to spend time with you" you scoffed but you took pity on him because you sat on the rug and got the baby's attention by making noise with one of his toys.

Jacaerys loosened his grip on the pants but he still seemed hesitant to let go.

“It's okay, Jace, your uncle isn't going anywhere. You can play with him later” you reassured him and the baby finally let go of his pants to go with you. You welcomed him with open arms and kissed his forehead.

“Don't lie to him, I'm not going to play with him,” your husband said as he took the cup back.

“Larys, stop being an ogre and enjoy your nephew's company.” There was no harshness in your voice but he knew you were serious.

He rolled his eyes and started drinking his tea. You managed to distract the baby by playing with him so Larys could enjoy his tea in peace. Your husband admired you as you responded to Jace's babbling as if it were a real conversation. Jace gave you one of his toys, which he had just slobbered on, but you didn't seem disgusted but instead concentrated on cooing and congratulating him for being so good and wanting to share his toy. You would be a good mother. He could imagine you doing the same with their children.

“Your tea is going to get cold,” Larys reminded you when he saw that your cup was still intact.

“It's okay, I can make another one later.”

But Larys knew you wouldn't. “Give it to me and have your tea,” he asked. You handed him, Jace, carefully and watched with a smile as your husband took the baby without hesitation, unlike the first few times he seemed hesitant before Harwin or Rhaenyra handed Jace to him. “The tea,” Larys repeated with a small smile when he noticed the way you looked at him. Maybe it wasn't so bad that Jace came. He instantly retracted that thought when his nephew started pulling his hair. “Harwin is raising a savage.”

“Don't be exaggerated,” you said, feeling warm from the view in front of you more than from the tea.

Later when Nightwing starts crying and staring at the door Larys, who ends up agreeing to “play” with Jacaerys just because she wants to spend time with you, gets up to go take the dog out. He watches with amusement as Jace begins to crawl with the intention of following his uncle but he is too slow so when he reaches the hallway where the door is he just sees Larys close the door and bursts into tears. You will instantly take him in your arms to comfort him. The door opens again and Larys enters again with Nightwing but Jace continues crying.

“Let's wrap him up so he can come with us,” your husband said as he approached you. “You're too annoying.” There's no malice in Larys' voice or when he pokes the baby's cheek with his finger. “Remind me to ask my father if Harwin was as crybaby as Jace when he was a baby,” he tells you as he takes his nephew away from you so that you can look in the bag that Rhaenyra had left you for some warm clothes.

“I will,” you say and give him a small kiss on the cheek before going to get the clothes.

You and Larys manage to quickly dress Jace under the pressure of Nightwing's crying. Any trace of distress on Jace's part disappears the moment you and Larys settle him into The Kangaroo Carry being carried by Larys. Your husband is struck by the fact that out of nowhere there is a baby carrier in the house, but he doesn't say anything, thinking that surely Rhaenyra left it or you bought it for future visits from Jace or your cousin's children.

Once Nightwing relieves her, instead of returning home, the both decide to go to the park that is close to home for a while. This time you are not the one who coos or makes faces at strangers' babies but the other way around. Larys would be lying if he said he didn't like hearing how people said you four looked like a sweet family. If your purpose with Jacaerys's visit was to get him into the idea of having their own child then you had achieved it.

Hours later, Jacaerys has just left with his parents and Larys is sitting exhausted on the couch hugging you around the waist. The television is on but he is not paying attention to the program rather he is looking at you. Your eyes are lighting up and you have a smile on your face as you look through your phone at all the photos you took today of the two of you with Jace.

“You know, if you want a baby you just had to tell me,” he said, catching your attention.

For a moment you look at him surprised but then you laugh and lean in to kiss him. Larys feels how all the tiredness in his body magically disappears while he savors the sweetness of your lips. But Larys definitely feels more awake when you whisper on his lips, “I'm already pregnant, you fool.”

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noirrose21-blog · 2 days ago

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Hi Nova!

Oberyn Martell x Stark!reader x Ellaria Sand

Reader escape the Red wedding with her direwolf and she has a cut in her cheek. She take a ship without knowing it go to sunspear. The guards see them and take them to the Martell family. 🤍 You can choose how it ends!

I really love your stories and i was wondering if i could join your Oberyn Martell taglist? 👀

No One Left but Us

- Summary: After escaping the Red Wedding, your journey brings you to two people that have thirst for the same kind of vengeance you crave.

- Pairing: Oberyn Martell/stark!reader (x Ellaria Sand)

- Rating: Explicit 18+ (violence, blood, gore)

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: You will be added to the tag list for Oberyn. 🫶

The wind howled through the trees as if the gods themselves were wailing, a warning carried too late. You rode hard, your fingers white where they clenched the reins, the pounding of hooves beneath you nearly drowned by the thudding in your chest. Your cloak streamed behind you like a banner, dark as a raven’s wing, and your direwolf, Harrow, loped silently beside you—shadow and fang. You’d meant only to arrive late, to avoid the noise and spectacle of the feast at the Twins, to enter with quiet dignity after Robb’s bannermen had gorged themselves and settled. But the smell on the wind had turned your blood to ice long before the Twins came into view—smoke, iron, and blood. The stench of betrayal.

You crested the hill and saw it all at once. The red flames licking the night, screaming horses, the sounds of steel on steel, and worse—of flesh torn open, of children crying, of men dying with your family’s name on their lips. Stark. You could hardly breathe. The banners of House Frey flapped in the smoky air, joined by the golden lion of the Lannisters. Freys and Lannisters. Blood and ash. You knew then, with a clarity that shattered your heart into jagged pieces, that this was no battle. It was slaughter.

“No,” you whispered, too softly for anyone but Harrow to hear. He snarled, ears pinned back, his muzzle wet with the mist clinging to the riverbanks. “We’re too late…”

And then the first arrow hissed through the air.

You ducked instinctively, the shaft grazing your cheek and searing fire into your skin. Blood splattered your collar, warm and immediate. Harrow roared—yes, roared, not barked—and launched himself into the woods as more arrows thudded into trees and mud, some striking dangerously close. You kicked your horse’s flanks and bolted after him, your heart crashing like a war drum. A voice shouted behind you—"Stark! That one’s a Stark!"—but it was lost to the wind.

You didn’t know how long you rode. Minutes? Hours? Your limbs burned, your breath came in sobs. Harrow guided you more than you guided him. Eventually, the trees thinned and the shoreline opened before you, the river dark as pitch, wide and endless. A ship stood docked, sails unfurled, rocking gently. Lanterns swung from her bow. A voice called, rough and accented: “We set sail now! If you're not on, you're left behind!”

You didn’t think. There was no time to think. You spurred your horse forward and leapt from the saddle before the ship’s crew could turn you away, landing hard on the deck as Harrow bounded after you. The sailors reeled back at the sight of him—black-furred, eyes pale as ice, his mouth dripping froth and fury—but you rose to your feet and grabbed the nearest man by the sleeve.

“Please,” you rasped. Your voice cracked from smoke and screaming. “Please, just go. Don’t ask me why. Don’t ask my name. Just go.”

The man looked you over—saw your fine dress, now smeared with mud and ash, saw the cut on your cheek, still bleeding, saw the direwolf that stood pressed against your legs like a silent sentinel. Whatever he saw in your eyes, it made him nod.

“Aye, girl. You're not the first ghost to come aboard bleeding.” He gestured with two fingers. “Hoist anchor! Let the Twins burn.”

You collapsed against the railing as the ship lurched away from shore, the gentle splash of water against the hull a grim contrast to the chaos you’d left behind. The flames still burned in the distance, and you watched until they blurred, until you no longer knew if it was the fire that stung your eyes or the tears. Harrow pressed his nose to your hand and whined, low and soft. You buried your fingers in his thick fur, your body shaking.

“They’re gone,” you whispered. “Mother, Robb… even Grey Wind. They’re all gone.”

Your voice cracked on your brother’s name. Harrow whined again and laid his head on your lap. Somewhere behind you, a gull cried. The river widened, then became the sea. You didn’t know where the ship was headed, and you didn’t care. You only knew you couldn’t look back.

But still, you did.

And the fire still burned.

The voyage had been long, but the sea had offered you a strange kind of peace—cold, constant, and vast, like the grief that lived in your bones. The crew of The Sand Serpent had become your shield and solace in those drifting days, rough men and weather-worn women who had grown used to the silent girl cloaked in black, with hollow eyes and a direwolf that paced the deck like a guardian spirit. Harrow had terrified them at first. Now, they tossed him scraps from their meals and offered gruff greetings as they passed, always keeping a respectful distance. They never asked your name. They didn’t need to. They knew loss when they saw it. And you knew that even if you’d arrived on their deck bloodied and broken, you were safe among them.

The call of gulls and the scent of sun-warmed citrus greeted you as the ship glided into the harbor. Sunspear rose before you like a mirage—red sandstone towers rising in elegant coils from the bronze dunes, domed roofs glinting beneath the brutal Dornish sun. The breeze that swept across the port was dry but fragrant, carrying the smells of spiced wine, lavender oil, and roasted goat. It was nothing like the North, and the moment your boots touched the stone pier, the heat wrapped around you like a living thing, coaxing sweat from your skin beneath your heavy Northern furs.

“Gods, you’ll roast in that,” one of the sailors chuckled, nodding at your layered cloak. He hefted a barrel of olives onto his shoulder and winked at Harrow. “Though your beast don’t seem to mind.”

You glanced down. Harrow was already panting, tongue lolling from his mouth, but his tail twitched at your side as if he were trying not to look too impressed with the land of endless sun. You murmured, “We’ll find shade soon,” and scratched behind his ears, your voice quiet from disuse. He pressed against your legs in reply, watchful as ever.

The crew disembarked to unload their cargo, and you walked among the market stalls that clustered along the sun-baked streets near the docks. Everything shimmered in golds and reds, brilliant silks hanging from awnings like banners, the air thick with the perfume of crushed dates, mint, and exotic resins burning low in clay bowls. The vendors called out in a cacophony of tongues—Valyrian, the other various guttural tounges of Essos, and the singsong lilt of Dornish. You ran your fingers over baskets of ripe pomegranates, glazed amphorae, and blades curved like the crescent moon.

People stared at you, but not with cruelty. Your Northern face stood out among their tan skin and black curls, your pale cloak marking you as foreign as surely as your quiet posture did. Still, they didn’t look with suspicion—only curiosity. But one pair of eyes lingered longer than the rest.

“You walk like someone with ghosts at her heels,” came a voice—smooth as silk and sharp as a dagger. You turned, slowly, and found him standing beside a fig seller’s stall, leaning lazily against a pillar of sun-warmed stone.

Prince Oberyn Martell was unmistakable. He wore no armor, only a light, ochre tunic that left much of his chest bare, the fabric clinging to his lithe frame. His skin was sun-kissed, his lips curved into a knowing smile. A woman stood beside him, her arm looped easily through his. She was stunning in a way that left the air feeling too thick to breathe—long-limbed, wild-eyed, a vision in crimson silk with curls cascading down her back like a dark waterfall.

Ellaria Sand tilted her head, studying you. “You’re far from the snows of the North,” she said softly. Her gaze fell to Harrow, who stood rigid beside you, his fur bristling. “And not just a traveler. That beast… only one house raises wolves.”

You froze, every instinct screaming to flee. But your feet stayed rooted. You had nothing left to run to.

“I know you,” Oberyn murmured, stepping closer. “You were not at the feast, but your face—your eyes. You're a Stark.”

Your voice came out hoarse. “And if I am?”

“Then we mourn the same death,” Ellaria said. Her voice held sorrow, yes, but also fire. “The Red Wedding was not just your family's funeral. It was an insult to all who value honor. A dagger in the back of the world.”

Oberyn’s eyes narrowed, but not in suspicion. In understanding. “They butchered your kin at a feast. Slaughtered your brother beneath guest right, murdered your mother while she begged. And still you live. That is no accident.”

You blinked, mouth dry. “I was late.”

“Then perhaps the gods spared you for a reason,” he said. “Come with us.”

You shook your head instinctively. “I don’t even know where to go.”

Ellaria stepped forward, her fingers light as feathers when she touched your arm. “Stay with us. At the palace. You will have protection, comfort… and something more.”

You blinked. “More?”

“A chance to fight back,” Oberyn said. “A chance for justice. For vengeance. The Lannisters have touched my family with betrayal and blood before. They will do it again. But not if we burn them first.”

Ellaria smiled, slow and warm. “And you’re beautiful. Tragic. Fierce. Stay, and you won’t need to be alone with your sorrow. You can share our bed, our fight, our future.”

You opened your mouth, but the words caught. The market faded around you—the calls of merchants, the buzz of heat and sun—and all that remained were their eyes. His, bright with promise and passion. Hers, gentle and wild, like an oasis in the sand.

Harrow nudged your thigh and sat beside you. Silent approval.

And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you let out a breath. Not quite trust. But something close to hope.

“…Take me with you,” you whispered.

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noirrose21-blog · 4 days ago

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Not a random dude just casually beating the Front Man in his own game in front of the Pink Soldiers and all these people 😂😭😭😭😭 (Byung-hun, you’re so precious. I love you so much)

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noirrose21-blog · 5 days ago

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maybe a gong yoo bot (his irl personality btw) where he sees at a like some event or award ceremony and has a crush on us, and maybe a little age difference? 2-4 years? And maybe a Grumpy(Us) x Sunshine(Gong Yoo). Ty if you consider this!

-HxneyBxxny on Janitor btw

lovely lovely HxneyBxxny, here you go:

You really are my most loyal follower xxx

lmk if you want something changed.

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noirrose21-blog · 5 days ago

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Lotus Flower

━━━━━━━━ You were his first and great love, a woman who pretended to be a man to be a warrior and without realizing it you stole the general's heart, he was fascinated with you, your valor and courage were comparable to the fury of a dragon but your beauty similar to a lotus flower, you were unique and although their love blossomed in the wrong place perhaps destiny will give them another chance centuries later, when he sees your face again.

Kim Shin x fem reader¡!

master list¡!

English is not my native language¡¡¡

When you looked at your reflection in the pond you didn't recognize yourself, your hair, once long and silky, was now short and neatly tied back in a ponytail.

Your face, covered in dirt and dried blood, obscured the care you had given your skin before enlisting as a warrior.

¿Why did you do this? You were still questioning yourself, in a moment of impulsiveness, you disobeyed your family, they said you'd only be a pretty face, obedient, quiet, and helpful, but you didn't want that for your future, you didn't want to get married, much less serve your husband.

You wanted more, to read every book in the world, acquire knowledge, and maybe fall in love, like in fairy tales.

You let out a sigh and dipped your hands in the water to take a sip and refresh your face, your body ached from the endless fighting, but you couldn't stop now, you were so close to becoming a great warrior, showing the world that a woman could be strong and beautiful at the same time.

—Soldier, the general requests your immediate presence —a man spoke behind you.

You stood up and deepened your voice to respond.

—Immediately.

General Kim Shin was someone who at first terrified you, you felt that at any moment he could discover you and kill you for infiltrating as someone you definitely weren't but now you believed that he was the only man you could trust in the middle of this entire battlefield.

You wouldn't say it out loud but your heart would skip a beat every time he was near you and complimented you, he didn't know you were a woman, but deep down, you hoped that one day he'd find out and reciprocate your feelings.

You adjusted the heavy armor on your body and went to the tent where the general was.

[...]

Life was monotonous, boring, living nine hundred years had become tedious and although he never expected his supposed girlfriend, he was convinced that one day he would be able to pull the sword from his chest.

He walked through the streets of Seúl, with an umbrella on his head that covered him from the white snow and the coat he was wearing that protected him from the icy wind, he had no direction, he just let his feet guide him to a good destination.

Maybe that thought was planted by God this morning, a slight warning for what was to come.

In front of him, a few kilometers away, he saw you leaving a store with your own bag on your head, you had forgotten the umbrella and the weather had turned against you.

Without thinking much, he approached you and used his umbrella to protect you from the icy snowflakes that fell incessantly from the sky.

—You should cover up or you'll catch a cold —he exclaimed, looking curiously at the name of the place you came from.

"Taekwondo"

He arched an eyebrow and looked down at you.

—Thank you, I thought it would be sunny today, leaving my clothes outside wasn't very smart —You replied with a nervous smile as you looked up and adjusted your bag on your shoulder.

For Shin the world around him stopped abruptly, your eyes, your smile and even your hair were exactly the same as…

He knew that every certain number of years a person was reincarnated with the same face.

But seeing you standing there in front of him made feel so unreal, he wasn't ready, not after so many years even though he always knew there was a chance to see you again, this had caught him off guard.

—¿Why do you look at me like that? —You asked with a raised eyebrow and taking a small step back.

Shin said your name, your old name, how stupid, as if you could remember that time of yesteryear so he wasn't surprised to see the expression of genuine confusion on your face.

—I think you're confusing me —You replied with a tense smile.

—¿Are you a taekwondo teacher? —Him asking to divert the subject, him didn't want to confuse you or make you feel bad, besides, him wasn't even sure that you were really the reincarnation of the woman he fell in love with centuries ago.

Upon receiving your statement, he looked at you once more carefully, was it too much of a coincidence or was it a bad joke from God for putting you in his path once again.

—But this class is only for children from four to twelve years old —You rushed to say awkwardly while maintaining your firm posture despite feeling somewhat intimidated by him strong gaze, you felt strange —Adult classes are held at a different location, at different times, and with a different instructor ¿Are you going to take lessons?

—I have no interest in doing it.

The man's tone of voice made you feel even smaller under his gaze, strange, you never felt that way but somehow you couldn't help having that feeling with this stranger.

—Well... I-I have to go.

But he didn't want you to leave, the feeling that it was really you remained in his head, or rather in his heart, a hunch one might say, ¿What if it was you who drew the sword? ¿Could you even see it? Impossible, you would surely have turned your attention to his chest from the moment he arrived.

—Take the umbrella with you —He said, handing you the umbrella before you left.

You were going to refuse, you didn't want to abuse his chivalry and leave him without protection from the snow but the cold in your hands was stronger than your pride so you took the umbrella, thanked him and turned to leave immediately because you had another commitment and couldn't be late but you stopped a few steps away and saw him again in the same place where you left him.

—¡I promise to return it! —You assured him, bowing again before waving goodbye and continuing on your way.

He watched you walk away silently with his hands in his pocket and inevitably a distant the memory that he shared with you came to mind.

That night he discovered that a woman had pretended to be a man to participate in the battlefield.

You.

He admitted it, you were too convincing, you were smart, strong and cunning but also compassionate and observant.

An attitude that was non-existent among the ranks of his warriors when they were in the middle of a battle.

He still remembered seeing the expression on your face when he confronted you about that lie, there were rules, he respected them most of the time and pretending to be a man to be part of the war was considered high treason, however, he refused to execute you, he kept your secret only because you were one of his best warriors and you were very capable.

You earned him trust and, over time, him heart.

You heard him every night when he needed someone to talk to or the comforting warmth of a hug.

Every time him fought by your side were victorious until one day it wasn't like that, what was a small oversight became a tragedy.

Kim Shin's sword finished off each of his enemies but he was confident, a soldier from the enemy side was going to attack him from behind when he heard your voice alerting him, he immediately reacted but with that small carelessness you had your chest was pierced by a sword

Seeing you fall to your knees with blood pouring from your mouth was an image that remained etched in his mind, he couldn't help you, the only thing he could do was end the life of your murderer but only that, it was a war, there were losses but even with that idea he wasn't prepared to see you die in front of him for saving his life.

Just as he wasn't prepared to see your face again, he truly wanted you to be the reincarnation of his true love.

And if you were, he swore to himself to protect you just as he didn't in your old life.

Sorry for disappearing, but I'm at the end of the semester😭😭

Anyway, I hope you like this. I want to make a fic with this plot but I would do it on Wattpad.😸

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