“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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Do people not know how to write endings anymore?
I swear, every show I’ve seen in the past few years either gets cancelled or has a horrible ending.
Supernatural: Shit ending
Julie and the phantoms: Cancelled
Warrior nun: Cancelled
Locke & key: Shit ending
Our flag mean death: Cancelled
Big sky: Cancelled
Gotham knights: Cancelled
Lookwood & co: Cancelled
The winchesters: Cancelled
Game of thrones: Shit ending
Sherlock: Shit ending
Umbrella academy: Shit ending
Shall I go on? Because I could. For like an hour.
Endings are never easy, but I swear they weren't always this bad. First, they make us pay for a billion different streaming services, then they take away our 22-24 episode seasons and stick us with 8 episode seasons, shows only last for 4 season maximum, it takes years to shoot each season, and they can't even give us a decent fucking ending for the shows that actually manage to be good despite all that bullshit. I hate it here.
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