#Richard Madden drabble

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From the Beginning - A Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader Drabble

Pairings: Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader, ft. Sephia x Ikaris, and Kaetlyn x Druig Word Count: 1.1k Summary: A lil' drabble idea to show how it all started for our favorite thinker and fighter, and how they would soon change everything for everyone. Warning(s): none it's so fluffy Notes: Once again, thank you to the most wonderful beta reader a new fanfic writer can ask for in the history of everything, @valeskafics! She is an incredibly kind and patient human and one of the best and most incredible fanfic writers for HOTD, GOT, and the Ewanverse on Tumblr! If you love any of Ewan Mitchell's works or are a fan of GOT/HOTD, I highly recommend checking her blog out! You will not regret it! Also, the BIGGEST thank you and shout of love to @ethereal-athalia, my good man in the storm, I have never clicked so well with someone on this platform when it came to crazy ideas, and thanks to her, I can write out my ideas and share them on this site! If you want to read more from this AU, please click on this masterlist!

“It is time,” were the first words uttered that would mark the beginning of a mission that would change their lives forever. Long gone were their lives on their home planet, Olympia. Now, their only priority was their mission on the planet Earth.  

Twelve individuals stood from their seats and made their way to their positions that marked their roles in humanity’s growth. Six on one side, and six on the other.  

Six Eternals would serve as “fighters,” protecting humanity from the hideous creatures that threatened their feeble existence known as “Deviants.”  

The other six would take on their roles as “thinkers,” guiding humanity to evolve in their intelligence so that they would be able to create wonders without assistance.  

But regardless, “thinker” or “fighter,” each Eternal was blessed with abilities that would play an integral role for their mission. Each Eternal stood in their place, golden streams of celestial energy encompassed their bodies as they could now wear the armor that marked their Olympian origins and culture.  

With their bodies equipped, and minds ready, each Eternal made their way to gaze out from the many windows that their starship, the Domo, was built with in preparation for their travel.  

As each Eternal introduced themselves to one another, hoping to gain common ground with the team to settle rattled nerves, only two individuals had no need for introduction. 

As one Eternal gazed out the Domo - bereft at the sight of the planet where her new life would begin – she wondered if Earth would ever be home the way Olympia had been to her despite her having no true memory of it. She wondered if her abilities would prove useful, and she was worried that she would be incapable of making any friends. Luckily, that fear would be one that would pass very, very soon. 

“Sephia!” 

Her name was all she heard before arms encased by iridescently dark blue with pearly ivory entwining into celestial bodies that wrapped around her nimble but powerful form. A wide smile grew as she registered the familiarity of the voice.  

It was Kaetlyn, her very best friend.  

Instant relief filled her body as she shifted her body to return the hug. Sephia’s joy knew no bounds as she realized that she would at least be in the company of one of the greatest warriors Olympia had ever produced. But even without her arrows, Kaetlyn was the best person Sephia could think of for as long as she remembered. The fact that she left her home and was aboard with too many strangers no longer mattered to her. So long as her beloved Kaet was by her side, Sephia would get through anything that came her way. It was if their bond was testified and bound by the stars themselves. 

“Aren’t you so excited? Look at it! It’s so beautiful! I wonder what sites we’ll see!”  

As Kaetlyn’s curiosity grew, so did her excitement. Her voice could hardly contain the sheer ecstaticity that was flowing throughout her entire body. The next words that escape her would mark the shadow archer’s true intentions.  

“Think of all the adventures we’ll have,” she whispered out so that only Sephia would be able to hear her, “The stories we’ll be able to tell!”  

If Kaetlyn was known for anything besides her skills in combat, it was her insatiable curiosity. For as long as Sephia had known her, Kaetlyn was never ever satisfied with only knowing whatever she currently knew. She always wanted to know MORE. Sephia smiled at a memory of Kaet once explaining to her that it was her solemn oath that she would never EVER be satisfied with only what anyone gave her, and that she’d always find her way to learn more. That oath felt like it was from a lifetime ago. 

These words were from another lifetime, in more ways than one. But that will come to light at another time. 

But despite Kaetlyn’s contagious excitement, dread began to course through Sephia’s veins. As her nerves began to eat at her, Sephia couldn’t help but pick at her fingers. A horrible habit that would always result in inflamed tissue, bleeding, and ugly scars.  

“I’m scared,” she timidly replied, eyes turned away so that she wouldn’t let her friend see her cowardice. “What if the life forms on this planet are horrible? What if they are beyond help?” As Sephia continued to list her concerns, Kaetlyn understood that it wasn’t the fear of others that terrified Sephia, it was the idea that she would be of no use to Arishem’s grand design. 

“It will be alright Seph,” Kaet declared in a tone that filled herself with confidence and Sephia with reassurance, “After all, as long as we’re together, nothing will be too terrible.” 

“…I suppose that’s true,” Sephia let herself agree to her most trusted companion’s advice, but her heart was still heavy with anxiety. 

Very softly, she dared ask the most stupid question that ever left her mouth. 

“Will we always be together?” 

Kaetlyn looked at her most cherished friend with so much warmth in her eyes that it was as if all the most beautiful things in the universe were born into the very person in front of her.  

“Sephie,” she began with love in her voice and stars in her eyes as she leaned forward to press their foreheads together, “As if you even need to ask.” 

Unbeknownst to either of the girls, two men from opposite sides of the room gazed at the loving embrace with curious eyes.  

One came from Ikaris, a fighter gifted with the ability to fly and emit optic beams of celestial energy, as well as a commanding figure and attitude. His watch was fixed on the beautiful Eternal, with flowing blush fabric draped across her lovely figure as strategically placed brass armor hinted at the curves of her physique. He could not stop staring at her, despite the impossibly lovely Sersi that stood beside him at that very moment. 

The other came from Druig, a thinker who was known across Olympia for his telepathic abilities, along with his quick wit and surly demeanor. But all somber thoughts came to a halt at the sight of the slim figure, who after donning her armor, disappeared into the shadows of the room. Only to reappear to embrace her friend with so much delight, it surprised him.  

Two very different individuals, but both somehow staring at the sight before them for so long, that it would set in motion the events that would be all four individuals’ joy, as well as their end. 

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A/N: This is going to take a bit to complete, so hang on with me. Yes, i know i already have one but i don’t care. This one is going to be better. (gifs aren’t mine btw, i do not take credit for them at all.) I have requests available so PLEASE DO NOT BE AFRAID TO POP IN, SAY HI, OR REQUEST SOMETHING <3!!!!!! Some of my writing includes smut so i have a lil decoder for my singles :3

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Hey. I love your Richard Madden smut stories. I have a Richard x reader idea. They're co-stars doing a pretty raunchy love scene, they're both nervous, but as they're shooting the scene, both of them realize that the smutty feelings aren't just acting.

Quiet on Set

Pairing: Richard Madden X Reader

Prompt: They're co-stars doing a pretty raunchy love scene, they're both nervous, but as they're shooting the scene, both of them realize that the smutty feelings aren't just acting.

A/N: I feel like this has been done a million and one times so I hope I brought something new to the table or you at least enjoy it from my head to yours. Sorry there isn’t really smut in it, but I promise stick around and I will pull some more smut out soonish. Also ^^ gratuitous Leo West gif because that back needs to be appreciated.

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You wiped your hands on the soft robe wardrobe had you wrapped in, the sweat collecting on them just one of the many indications that you were nervous about your sex scene in this movie with Richard. It wasn’t the first time in your career you had a sex scene but the first one in which you had formed a friendship with your costar the weeks prior on set. 

“Are you ready for this?” Richard asks, throwing his arm over your shoulder which causes you to jump a little. 

“Uh. Yeah… I think.” You didn’t look at him just watched as everyone buzzed around like bees collecting pollen setting the stage. 

“Oh come on! I’ve seen your scene with Sebastian. You’ll be brilliant. Just like you were in that scene.” He wasn’t helping settle your nerves at all as he revealed he had watched your previous work. 

“Okay Mr I can have chemistry with a wall.” you snipped at him just before the director called you both over to block out what the two of you came up with earlier when he handed his notes over for the scene. 

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Robes shed, the two of you made your way to your marks. Richard hovered over you as you waited for your cue. 

“Hey.” he whispered.

“Hey?” you replied back.

“It’s just you and me.” It in fact was not just you and him but the way his eyes went soft taking you in when he said it put you at ease. 

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After the scene you returned to your trailer to put your clothes on before making your way over to his to talk about the scene. Your knuckles rapped on the door, and he swung it open as he put on his sweatshirt.

“May I?” Your voice was quiet and he didn’t answer, louder this time, “May I come in?” 

His brows furrowed but he stepped aside motioning for him to join you. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face again so soon?” 

Damn him. “Uh. I wanted to talk… about that scene?” You picked at your nails as you said it not wanting to make eye contact.

“What about it?” His head tilts.

“I wasn’t... totally… acting?” You plopped yourself down on the nearest surface and buried your face in your palms. “I’m sorry. This is totally unprofessional,” you started vomiting words when he didn’t speak right away “I just thought that maybe you had felt the same. But you don’t. It’s fine. I’m stupid.” You we’re about to continue your self deprecation when he grabbed your hand and moved it from your face. 

“So what you’re saying is you actually are attracted to me?” You looked up to see him giving you those big puppy eyes, a small smile joining them. 

“Yes. Fuck. Yes I’m attracted to you, and I would like to do that in real life.” You admitted before you could stop yourself.

“I knew those moans weren’t all fake. No one is that good.” He tried to ease your nerves again. 

“Shut up.” You slapped his shoulder and pulled it away shaking it causing him to laugh quietly. 

“Would it make you feel better if I told you I felt the same way?” His hand wrung the back of his neck waiting for your reaction — which came in the form of you pressing your lips to his. You didn’t have time to think about if you heard him right.

 Having done it more times than you can count on set, this one definitely felt different as he deepened it eventually pulling away for a breath. “So that’s a yes then or..?” He trailed off. 

“Yes.” the happy tears trailed down your face as he pulled you in again. 

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Hey, I love your writing so much. Could you do a fic where Rich is a damn tease and the reader is turning into such a mess. Please and thank you 🙏🏻❤️

Oh yes! Some Rich content! We all need more of those! I’m happy to provide.

I had this specific gif in mind when I wrote this, but since tumblr seach is a little bitch, the one bellow will have to do.

You stood on the background, watching as the Richard was showered with the love and appreciation he deserved. He didn’t do cons all that often and you never really knew why, but it was always lovely to see all the sweet appreciation he got from his fans. It never failed to turn him into a blushing, giggling mess.

His eyes would glow the brightest blue in his happiness and his face would crinkle, especially around the eyes with his wide grin and bubbly laughter and it always made your heart swell with love. Seeing Richard grin like that, always put a smile on your face.

Someone in the crowd made a really in-depth question about his character’s motivation and as that person spoke, Richard’s expression turned into one of deep concentration, his brow furrowing slightly as he listened, his finger tracing his own lip. 

You swallowed thickly and shifted where you stood, not for the first time wondering if Richard was aware of what he was doing, how he was turning almost everyone in the crowd with that simple gesture, especially when he pulled his finger away and wetted his lips.

You pressed your own lips together to muffle your whimper as you tried to focus on something else, but honestly, you didn’t even know what had been asked anymore and all you could do was stare at Richard because that expression right there was too close to his ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard’ face and you could already feel the heat of arousal building inside you.

So for the sake of your own sanity, you started to back away from the crowd, trying to go unnoticed. Still, Richard’s gaze landed on you just as you reached the door and he winked like he knew exactly why you were taking your leave before his attention shifted back to the question at hand. 

Maybe he was doing on purpose after all and you had to admire his self-control and plan your revenge.

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“Come on, it’s just for one night.” I sigh, sounding much more annoyed than ever. Michael looks at me with furrowed brows, debating whether he should leave me on my own tonight, or whether the risk is too high.

As I notice Michael thinking, I roll my eyes to show him how annoyed I am. After some time he sighs deeply and finally gives in. “Alright, whatever. It’s your own safety you’re about to risk. I’ll let everyone know that if something happens, it’s not on me.”

I give Michael a small smile, which looks more like a grimace than anything, and walk past him into my bedroom. After slamming the door shut behind me, I let myself fall onto my bed and let out a loud groan.

Michael has been my bodyguard for two years now, and you could say that those years weren’t as lovely as I would’ve liked them to be. Everyone has that, right? That feeling that you just don’t like someone, for no reason at all. That you just don’t click with them, don’t vibe with them. Well, you could say that I’ve got that with Michael, ever since the first time we met.

Sometimes, I wish David was still here. But when I think some more about it, I realise that I actually don’t want to see that asshole ever again. ‘P.S. David Budd, ma’am. How do you do?’ I mutter quietly, trying to copy his thick Scottish accent.

“Well, P.S. Budd, I’m not doing so well, thank you for asking.” I pretend to answer him before hiding my face in my pillow, screaming into it.

After a little while, I get out of bed and start gathering some clothes to wear. I put the clothes down on a small stool in the bathroom, before dressing down and stepping into the shower. As the water hits my body, I let out a shaky sigh, running my hand over my face. Tonight is going to be the first night in years that I’m finally going to be on my own, no bodyguard, no security, no nothing.

A good shower later, I put on my clothes and get ready for the night. It’s nothing more than some nude lips, a little bit of mascara and some eyeshadow, but it’s enough for going out for a drink.

“Just a beer, please.” I ask the bartender when I get to the bar. As I look around, I notice there isn’t a free table in sight, so instead I just take a seat on a high stool at the bar. The time goes by pretty quick and even though I wasn’t feeling very happy before, I’m actually having a great time. The bartender is a funny guy and we chit chat here and there. What amuses me most, is the dancefloor. Guys and girls dancing all over the place, some every nervous, some a little too confident. I vaguely hear my name being said behind me, so I turn around, my brows furrowed in confusion.

His piercing blue eyes are looking at me, surprised to see me. He looks around, looking for some sort of security. I roll my eyes and look at the drink before me on the counter, “You’re not gonna find anyone.” My voice is rather bitchy, but in all honesty, David was the last person I wanted to bump into here.

David comes to sit on the stool beside me, and I groan internally, really wanting to be left alone. “You shouldn’t be on your own, (Y/N).”

I feel my blood begin to boil, firstly because he really isn’t one to tell me what to do anymore. Secondly, how the fuck does he think it’s okay to just say my name like that, like everything is perfectly fine between us.

Alright, maybe he’s gotten over it, but I certainly haven’t. David was my best and favourite bodyguard. He was amazing at his job, very professional, very good. And he was an amazing friend, a friend I’ve never been able to replace.

“That’s not really any of your business anymore, sergeant Budd.” I say before taking a large gulp of my drink, emptying the contents in one go.

I can hear David sighing beside me; he doesn’t like the name I use for him at all. It’s his own fault, though. David and I got along very well, and at night, there were times when he’d come to my room to visit me. We always had a lot of fun, watching movies or whatsoever. I fell for the guy, hard at that. If you’d taken a look at my heart in that period of my life, there’d be a certain name written on it, in bold letters; David.

One evening, I guess neither of us could handle the tension of our feelings for one another anymore. Stuff happened, amazing stuff, but when we woke up the next morning, David was already packing his stuff, leaving me with nothing more than a quick and quiet, “It was nice working for you, miss (L/N).”

He felt so ashamed of what had happened; it wasn’t professional. He didn’t want to be your bodyguard, he wanted to be so much more than that. He wanted to look after you because he could, not because he had to as part of his job.

I order another drink for myself, and David joins in. “(Y/N), why are you on your own out here?” his voice is so soft, his accent flooded with concern. I turn to look at him, “Because I wanted to go out on my own for once, David.” I emphasize his name, and he closes his eyes for a moment.

He knows why I’m acting like this, because he still feels the exact same way for me as before. David had fallen for me just as hard as I had for him, but he never told me that. He’s always kept that a secret. Hell, it took him months to finally come to terms with his own feelings himself.

“I’m sorry.” He says after a while, catching my attention with the words I’ve been longing to hear for so long. “You’re sorry?” I scoff, not quite content with that simple apology. “Two years later, and you’re sorry?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.” David raises his voice a tiny bit, sitting up straighter and facing me properly. “I’m sorry for what I did to you two years ago. I shouldn’t have done it. I… fuck, I regret doing so, I was a fucking idiot.”

I can tell David’s being sincere, that’s why it’s so hard to stay mad at him. I don’t want to give into him so easily; he really hurt me with his actions, and frankly it’s the one thing that’s been on my mind for two years. If you think about it like that, two years is a very long time.

David looks around, his jaw clenched, and his brows knitted together. “Can we go somewhere private, please?”

I consider my options; staying here and having more drinks but spending the night alone. Or going somewhere with David and talk about what happened, maybe even make up.

To be honest, the choice was already made in my head before I started really thinking about it. I plop some money down on the counter, for my drinks and for David’s drink; which he hasn’t even touched yet.

“Let’s go, then.” I mutter and stand up, David immediately doing the same. He puts his hand on my shoulder blade, a gesture that was once so familiar and usual. The contact of his hand on my shoulder sends a shiver down my spine; god I missed his touch. His hands always look very rough, yet they’re the gentlest ones I’ve ever felt.

Outside, the cold breeze hits my skin and this time I shiver from that, I take a small cardigan vest out of my bag and put it on, urging David remove his hand from my shoulder. For some reason, he’s very reluctant to do so. He simply doesn’t want to let go of me. He does, though, but as soon as I’m wearing the fabric, his hand is back in place.

“Where are we even going?” I ask as we keep walking, I have no idea where he’s taking me. “My place is just around the corner.”

My mouth goes a little dry; he’s taking me to his place. Oh, for god’s sake, why didn’t I ask sooner?

David leads me to one of the doors in the little street we entered. I look at the building, ‘so this is where he lives?’ I think to myself. When David was my bodyguard, he never told me much about his living-situation, only that he’d divorced is, now ex-, wife Vicky; Vicky has the kids most of the time, and that he lived in a small apartment.

‘It’s not that small’ I think as we enter the building. I can’t help my eyes as they move around, taking in as much as possible.

David turns to me once we’re in the living area, “Can I get you something to drink?”

“A water, please.” I ask, avoiding eye contact with him. I don’t know why, but I’m so conflicted with myself; the moment David left, I told myself that if I’d ever see him again, I’d make sure to pretend he didn’t exist. And look at me now; standing in his living room while he’s getting me some water. This is notwhat I expected to happen tonight.

David returns with two glasses of water, nodding at the couch. “Let’s sit down.” I do as he suggests and sit down on the couch, taking one of the glasses from him with an unsure smile.

David doesn’t say anything after that for a while, looking down at his feet. “What exactly are we doing here?” I break the short silence, my eyes searching for David’s. He looks up and when our eyes meet, I can tell that he’s troubled; as though he’s trying to figure out what to do or what to say.

“David, I don’t really know why I’m here, but if you’re not gonna say anything, I’d like to go ho-”

“No,” David turns to me, his eyes a mixture of hope and guilt. “don’t go. I took you here because I wanted to talk…”

I let out a soft scoff, shaking my head, “Is that what you’re doing? Talking?”

A frown forms on his face and he looks down for a moment, “I said I’m sorry, (Y/N).” he looks back up at me, “What I did to you, that was horrible. I regretted doing so as soon as I left your side. But… I didn’t know how to act anymore.”

“Are you serious, David?” I scoff once more, louder this time, and sit up. The pain I felt two years ago hitting me again like a truck. “I loved you and you left me like that. Without ever saying a word again!”

It’s only when I notice David’s eyes going wide that I realise what I just told him. Sure, he knew I had feelings for him, but he never knew that they were so strong.

Some tears gather in his eyes, realising how badly he messed up those years ago. “You loved me?”

I swallow the lump and my throat, nodding at his question. David lets out a shaky sigh, running his hand through his hair. “I… fuck, I messed up so badly. (Y/N) please, give me a chance to explain myself?”

A shaky sigh escapes my lips and I nod before taking a sip of the water, all my attention on him. “That night, (Y/N),” he starts, all the memories flooding back, “was the best night of my life. I loved being your bodyguard, but I realised that I loved being myself around you even more. Problem was, I couldn’t be myself around you if I was your bodyguard; I couldn’t act how I wanted to around you. I wanted to show you how much you meant to me; how much I loved you. I wanted to do that every single day, but I couldn’t. I had to stay professional. Even though we’d already crossed the line of staying entirely professional.”

David takes a gulp of his water and puts the glass away before turning to face me entirely. “What happened that night was amazing, and I didn’t want it to end, but when I woke up, I got so worried about what would happen. I panicked and figured that resigning as your bodyguard would be best, so I couldn’t make any more mistakes.”

Confusion enters my face at his words; he says that night was amazing, but he also says it was a mistake? I don’t get it, what is he trying to say?

David notices my facial expression and quickly explains himself. “I’d resigned as your bodyguard, because I wanted to be able to be myself around you. I wanted to be able to have tons of those nights. But… when I came back to visit you a couple of days later, I’d heard you say stuff about me; about never wanting to see me again.”

A lump begins to form in my throat, tears in my eyes. I know exactly what moment he’s talking about. My cousin, and best friend, Nina came over that day. She knew about the situation between David and I. That afternoon, when Nina was there, I cried and screamed. Screamed about how much I hated David, about how I never wanted to see him again, and if I did, I’d make sure he’d never want to see me again. In all honesty, those words were the exact opposite of their meaning. I longed for David to come back.

“So,” he continues, obviously trying to hide his emotions, but he’s never been very good at that; only when he’s on duty, of course. “when I heard those things, I left. I should’ve just told you why I did what I did, but I was scared.”

I feel a tear escape my eyes and as soon as it does, I wipe it away. “You… you didn’t want to be my bodyguard anymore because you loved me? Because you wanted to be with me as.. as?”

“As your boyfriend, (Y/N).” David finishes my sentence for me. I feel my heart skipping a beat at his words. One would say that after two years, the feelings would’ve died down, but they certainly haven’t.

“Look,” David says, moving a little closer to me and hesitantly taking one of my hands in his. “I know it’s a long shot, but I want to make it up to you. Please, let me try.”

I let his words sink in for a moment, all of them. I know people will talk if they’ll spot me and David together, but I really couldn’t care less, to be honest. As much as I’ve tried to tell myself that I hated his guts for the past two years, and that I never wanted to see him again, I failed at believing myself. Because I know what I want, and that is him. I want him back in my life.

“Okay, you can try.” I say, but deep down I’ve already forgiven him. After he explained his actions, it did make a lot of sense why he didn’t dare enter the room.

David’s eyes light up, a very little smile entering his face. “Can I start trying now?”

My brows raise in surprise, not expecting that. But I finally let myself relax and smile a little, “What do you have in mind?”

David gets up from his seat, grabbing the tv remote and turning it on. Netflix appears on the screen and I smile to myself, remember all the times we used to watch movies together, cuddled up against one another.

Before he starts searching for a film, he looks over at me, a sheepish smile on his face. “We can’t watch something without a snack, can we?”

I chuckle softly; we always, literally always, used to make popcorn before we’d start a film. “Does it happen to be popcorn?”

David grins and moves to stand up, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

I laugh and follow him up off the couch and into the kitchen, where he, indeed, grabs some corn and puts it in a pan. As the corn is popping in the pan, my eyes travel over David’s back. It’s crazy how an hour ago I still hated him, and now… we’re already falling back into our old habits like no time ever passed.

David looks at me over his shoulder, probably feeling my stare, “What?” he asks with a gentle smile and I can feel my cheeks grow a bit hot. I’m in my thirties, but David makes me turn into a silly schoolgirl with a crush. “S’nothing.”

David turns around to face me completely, not standing right in front of me, much closer than before. “Are you sure?”

I bite my lip for a second, my eyes drifting down to my feet before back up to his eyes, and I shrug, a sincere smile on my face. “I’m just really glad you came up to me at the bar. I’ve missed you more than I’d care to admit…”

David’s eyes soften at my words and he takes this as a cue to pull my gently into his embrace. “Me, too, (Y/N). I’ve missed you so much, I kinda lost my mind sometimes.”

I wrap my arms tightly around him and inhale his scent, that I’ve missed so dearly. My face is buried in the crook of his neck and he gently runs his hand up and down my back. “I always thought you left because you were embarrassed about what happened…” I mumble quietly into his neck.

David frowns and leans back just enough so our eyes meet. He shakes his head, his hand moving up to rest against my cheek, his thumb very lightly rubbing the skin. “That definitely wasn’t the case, love.”

I can literally feel my heart explode at the petname. Sure, he’s called me sweet names before, but it’s never felt this way before; right now we both know it has a true meaning behind it and we don’t have to play games anymore.

“I’ve been embarrassed about what happened afterward, though. It was weak of me, to leave you there on your own without telling you about my plan.”

I let out a soft sigh and lean my forehead against his, “It’s alright now, Dave. We’re gonna make this work. I want to make this work.”

David smiles at my words, his eyes gazing into mine, as if searching for a sign that’s telling him to stop what he’s about to do. I know what he’s about to do, and I certainly don’t want him to stop. He closes the small gap between us, his lips brushing against mine, giving me time and space to move away, but instead of moving away, I press my lips fully against his.

I can feel him smile against me, both his hands now down on my waist. I slide my hands up over his chest, around his neck. Our lips move in sync and all the love and passion we shared that night is back, right where we both want and need it.

A loud bang makes both David and me jump away from each other, David hitting his head against one of the cupboards in the process; it was a corn that exploded in the pan. “Fuck!” he yelps, and I can’t help but let out a laugh, even though I feel bad. “Oh, are you alright?” I try to hold back the laughter as I move my hand onto the spot he just hit. David glares playfully at me, eventually bursting into a fit of laughter himself.

I run my finger over the spot on his head and he hisses, “Ow!”

“You need some ice, where’s the freezer?” David points at it. “Clean cloth?” David points at a cupboard. I grab a cloth and put some ice blocks into it, before gently putting it on David’s sore spot. “Why don’t you go to the couch and sit, look for a nice film to watch while I finish this?” I suggest.

David smiles, though is still a little uncomfortable by the pain on his head. “C’mon then, move.” I laugh softly and he groans playfully. A small kiss is pressed onto my lips before he leaves and goes to sit on the couch.

Not much later, I rejoin him with a boil of salted popcorn in my hands. I quickly grab us something to drink as well and sit down beside him, much closer than before.

“Well, what’s it gonna be?” I ask as I look at the tv. David laughs softly and when I realise what he’s put up, I join him. “Are you serious?”

“What? It’s good!”

“I know it is!” I laugh, setting the bowl of popcorn down on my lap so we can both eat from it. “I just didn’t expect you to like those kinda movies.”

David shrugs nonchalantly, a goofy smile on his face as he presses play, Dirty Dancing starting on the screen. “I can be romantic, you know?”

[dunnfor29]

“I think we should move in together.” with RIchard? ;)

The water for the pasta bubbled away as you added freshly torn basil to the tomato sauce on the other burner. From the lounge, you could hear the music from his record player interrupted by the chime of your mobile. With a quick stir to the pasta, you wiped your hands down on your apron and went to retrieve your phone, quickly opening the text from Richard.

Hey, love. Flight’s been delayed. Won’t get home by five like I thought. I’m sorry :(

You frowned, but then another chime sounded, this time a photo. Richard was sat in the airport, hood pulled up to partially hide his tousled hair, and his identity. His cerulean eyes looked so tired and his mouth was pulled into a frown, though he still looked unfairly beautiful.

You hadn’t realized until then how long it had been since you had actually seen his face. You talked, sure, but FaceTime and Skype were rare as he could usually only spare a few minutes between takes, or he was so knackered from filming that he would practically fall asleep while still talking to you.

Don’t worry about it. I’m just sorry your flight’s been delayed. See you soon.

Not soon enough xx

With that you walked slowly back to the kitchen. Though he wouldn’t be home in time for the supper you were preparing, you finished it off anyway, making yourself a bowl to eat as you waited. After you’d finished, you put away the leftovers, and cleaned the kitchen, anything to make the time go faster. 

You changed out of the leggings and nice sweater you’d chosen for the reunion, instead opting for a pair of joggers and Richard’s old Bowie tee. It was getting later and later and you were beginning to have trouble keeping your eyes open, but you were determined to be awake when he arrived. Since there had been no more texts, you assumed he had finally gotten on the flight home.

Back in the lounge, you checked what movie was in the DVD player - Jurassic Park. You snorted lightly; of course that would be the movie he’d last watched. With a smile, you settled into his couch and pressed PLAY. It wasn’t until you were being softly shaken that you realized you’d fallen asleep at some point.

You opened your eyes, noting that the main menu was back on the screen, and then your eyes landed on Richard. You immediately sat up, throwing your arms around his neck as he chuckled and held you just as tightly.

“Back from the dead,” he laughed, and you nearly melted at the sound of his unmistakable Scottish lilt. 

“You’re really home,” you whispered, pulling back to kiss him soundly on the lips. He laughed again, kissing you again before you pulled back to take him in. He looked entirely exhausted, but also so happy, the light in his eyes surely reflected in your own. “I’m sorry I fell asleep, I wan-”

“S’okay, love. It’s late.”

“Are you hungry? I made supper; I can heat you up a bowl.” 

He shook his head, sinking back into the couch as you shifted, making room for him. Instead, he pulled you into his lap, where you immediately cuddled into his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin. It felt so good to have him home, to be back in his arms. You kissed his jaw, taking in the scent of him - his soap, his cologne, and what could only be described as him.

“I missed you,” he murmured, prompting you to lift your head, looking into his sleepy, half-lidded eyes. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too.” With a hand on your cheek, he pulled you in for a sweet, lingering kiss, before he hummed. “What?”

“I’ve been thinking and I think we should move in together.” At first, you just sort of stared at him, or maybe gaped was the more appropriate term, as you opened and closed your mouth a few times. “S’just, you spend a lot of time here anyway. You watch the place when I’m gone, and when I’m home, I never want you to leave. What’d you think?”

“I love the idea,” you said, softly, grinning at him. He huffed a small laugh, bringing you in for another kiss, this one a little more intense as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, sweeping over yours as you parted for him. When you two finally pulled away, both needing air, you smiled at him. “So, we’re really doing this?”

“We are,” he confirmed. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, snuggling back in against him, head tucked under his chin again.

[lenabeantherese]

The Drabble Dump 1: Nothing

Pairing: Richard Madden x Unnamed OFC

Summary: She just shouldn’t have asked.

Word Count: 432

Warning/s: Light smut

Author’s Note: Incredibly random. I have a ton of drabbles that I’ve written just to pass the time and to help my writer’s block throughout Take Me Away. I’ve decided to start sharing them. Here’s a random one just because. Bye x

Nothing —

Richard looks at her and thinks about the sun, the rays of light that nature bears for warmth and life; the wind beneath tree branches that carries songs in months of spring.

A masterpiece in bloom, she is in his eyes. Beauty like that of a kind he’s never heard of, a kind he cannot put into words.

“What is it?” she asks toward the heavy presence of wandering eyes.

“Nothing.” The smile on his face widens and curves ever so slightly.

“Am I nothing to you?”

The bed dips beneath them when she rolls onto her side, mirroring the man before her in an attempt to close the space in between.

Richard leans forward and kisses her softly, their lips perfectly piecing together at a snail’s pace, one savoring the other’s touch. A crave like no other, though it happens often, it feels anew each time.

A small bite from her makes him chuckle, and he replies, “Was that nothing?”

“You’d have to do it again because I couldn’t tell.”

Mischievous, and devilishly alluring—yet another addition to her impeccable rap sheet of games. Provocative. Tempting. He thinks, good thing it takes two to play.

Richard snakes his arm around her waist and down her backside while his lips and teeth attack her neck. He pins her to the mattress. She wants to squeal, but holds it in, only letting the sounds of her heavy panting fill the room. It doesn’t last very long, but the heat in her core does.

He pauses to stare down at her as a vibration tickles his mouth. There is an evident plead in her eyes that digs into his own. Desire that shoots more than daggers, but still demands for the softness of clouds.

She still cannot think properly. “Am I nothing to you?” she repeats.

His knee is between her legs, nudging them open. A hand makes its way to her panties, and it rests there, just above the waistband. He snaps it against her hip.

“You’re really going to be like that, love?”

“Like what?”

A finger hooks onto the elastic and tugs it downward. She lifts herself up to help him, but he doesn’t need it. They’re off in a matter of seconds.

“Richard—” she gasps.

“To be frank,” he begins, nipping the skin along her collarbone. “You are...” He makes an abrupt turn and places two fingers atop her bud, massaging it as her juices start to taint his palm.

“Richard,” she whines, throwing her head back into the pillows.

“You... are...” he huffs between kisses, “Everything to me.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

the most special moment ~ richard madden

word count: 837

request?: no

description: after his debut in the mcu, he decides to make the day even more special for the two of them

pairing: richard madden x female!reader

warnings: swearing, implied smut

masterlist (one, two)

Your feet were aching from your heels. You were dying to take them off the moment you walked through the door and never have to think about them again. You exaggerated a sigh of relief as you slipped the pointed stilettoes off your feet and discarded them into the closet.

Richard chuckled. “You’re such a drama queen.”

“You try spending nearly five hours in those shoes and then we’ll talk,” you retorted. “I feel like my feet are going to fall off. I’m not leaving that bed for at least 24 hours after I’ve laid down in it.”

You reached up to take your hair out of its complicated style. You didn’t understand why Richard’s manager always insisted on having a professional do your hair and makeup - and pick out your outfits for that matter - to go to red carpets and premieres with Richard. You didn’t think you looked that bad when you dolled yourself up.

Although, this was an important premiere for Richard. It was the day that Eternals was finally getting released. After the date had to be pushed so many times due to the pandemic, Richard was worried it would never get the release it deserved. He was radiating happiness from the moment he woke up that morning to the moment he left the premiere. And still now, you could feel the happiness coming off of him.

As you placed the hair ties and buckles aside, Richard walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He lowered his head to kiss your neck, slowly lowering to your shoulder and around to the back of your neck. You smiled sheepishly as you lulled your head to the side, allowing him to kiss wherever his heart desired.

“You looked beautiful tonight,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Thank you, but I think all eyes were on you,” you told him. “As they should be, Mr. Handsome Leading Man.”

Richard smiled. You turned your head to meet his lips. You leaned back into his embrace, pressing your body against his. You gently caressed his face as he pulled away from your kiss.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said.

“Does it include the two of us taking our clothes off and getting into that inviting bed?”

He chuckled. “Afterwards, yes. But, before that, I need you to stand here and close your eyes. Don’t turn around until I tell you, okay?”

You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “Okay? What are you going to do while my eyes are closed?”

“Well, that’s part of the secret so I can’t tell you.”

You rolled your eyes and did as he said. As your eyes closed, you felt Richard's arms moving from around your waist. You pouted, although he couldn’t see you. You heard him shuffling about behind you but you couldn’t figure out what it was he was doing.

Finally, he said, “Open your eyes and turn around.”

You did and your hands immediately flew to your mouth in shock.

Richard was down on one knee, looking up at you with those bright blue eyes, and the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen in his hand.

“I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to do this all day,” he said. “I wanted it to just be the two of us, a special moment that only we share. Which is hard to achieve when it’s a premiere day, admittedly.” He shook his head, realizing he was getting off topic. “I love you so much. I have no doubt in my mind that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up every morning next to you. You’re the one I want to come home to after filming. (Y/N), will you marry me?”

You were shocked into silence. The words you wanted to say were caught behind the lump of tears growing in your throat. Richard was starting to look worried at your lack of a response.

Finally, you were able to nod and choke out the word, “Y-Yes. Yes!”

The smile on his face was brighter than it had been all day. He stood and took you into his arms, kissing you so passionately that it made your head spin. Your cheeks were wet with your tears of happiness.

You felt your back hit the bed as Richard laid you down. His hands were traveling under you to try and unzip your dress. You put a hand on his chest to push him away, which left him with a confused look on his face.

“Can I have the ring before you take everything else off of me?”

“Oh! Right.”

He took the ring from the box he had discarded onto the bed and placed it on your left ring finger. You couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful the ring was as it sparkled in the light from the bedside lamp.

“Okay,” you said, “now you can take everything else off of me.”

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The King and Queen in the North

Chapter One: Your Grace

pairing: robb stark x fem!reader

warnings: normal GOT stuff, mentions of rape, mature language, mild angst, the beginnings of fluff

summary: reader is taken prisoner after the Battle of the Green Fork and is surprised to find out that the leader of the rebellion is her childhood friend

words: 1592

a/n: this was loosely based on a request from @apxtelesmasworld. i know this chapter wasn't quite what you asked for but i'm hoping the next few chapters satiate your fluffy desires :)

You hadn't asked for the life you were given. In fact, the older you grew, the more apparent it became that life seemed to not want you as much as you didn't want it. A bleak conclusion, some might say. But you knew life more intimately than the average person.

Born into a family of some humble esteem, you were raised as Lady Y/N Stonehouse of Storms End until King Robert Baratheon and Ned Stark won their rebellion. Your family aligned with House Stark and Baratheon and you relocated to Winterfell at age three. While there, you befriended Robb Stark, a boy three years your junior. You and Robb were inseparable, that was until the day King Robert called upon your father to move to Casterly Rock, where your father worked as a knight under Lord Tywin Lannister.

You knew the moment you left Winterfell at the age of ten that life would never be the same again. The Lannisters were a family you were born to hate, taught not to trust, but were now bound by law to serve. You could have dealt with the life given to you if you were only a handmaiden to a Lannister, but as previously mentioned, life wasn't fond of you.

After years of being raped and abused by Lords and lowborns all the same, you found yourself being walked into a camp of rebels of the new King as a prisoner, your ankles shackled with iron and your entire form covered with blood and dirt from the Battle of Green Fork. The battle hadn't affected you much, especially considering these rebels put an end to all of your abusers lives. But there was one thing that did rattle you, or rather one person.

“Lord Stark,” You called out as you watched your old childhood friend walk past you, now a burdened-looking man. Robb slowed his walking to a halt and looked back in your direction, his pretty face completely void of emotion. You watched with a fading smile as he studied you from head to toe for a moment before placing you in his somewhere in his memory. Robb’s eyes began to light up ever so subtly as he began to recall your face in his memory.

"You will refer to King Stark as 'your grace', whore." Robb's companion, a lean dirty looking blonde, commanded. But much to the surprise of Robb's greasy looking companion, he ran over to you with brows furrowed and held your face in his leather glove covered hands.

“Lady Y/N?” He asked in a soft and hesitant tone, as if part of him was terrified that he was mistaken and was now holding a stranger. With a relieved chuckle, you nodded, grinning at him from ear to ear as he curled his lips in delight. “Oh, thank the gods. It’s been years! How are you? Are you well?”

“I can't believe I'm in front of you again.” You grabbed his hands and removed them from your face so that you could properly hug him. His body felt so rigid with all the armor adorning his frame, a testament of how the times had changed. "I'm well, but you really mustn't worry about me. You've surely got bigger things to worry about...your grace."

You shot a glare over at the blonde.

“Please, allow me to just be Robb to you, my Lady.” He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his blue orbs the one thing that stayed the same about him over the years. Your eyes flickered to his companion that remained staring at you, his hand resting on his sword as though to warn you. Robb noticed your distraction and whipped his head over to look at the lad. "There's no need to threaten her, Theon. She means no harm."

"We don't know that, do we? She is a prisoner of a Lannister camp, after all." Theon tilted his head at you as he walked over, hand still clutching his sword as he gave you a good look. You felt your stomach turn with the way he smiled at you, remembering him vaguely as being Ned Stark's annoying ward from the Iron Islands. "Your hair is too dark to make you a Lannister. Are you from the South or North?"

“North." You answered, voice threatening to expose your distaste for him. You flickered your eyes to Robb, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his mere presence.

"Lady Y/N grew up with us in Winterfell. Her family left when I was just a boy..." Robb answered, his tone as calm and calculated as it always was. His eyes never left yours as he spoke, stirring something in you that you thought you'd laid to rest years ago. "As were you, Theon."

"Doesn't ring a bell." He replied cockily, smirking at you. "Maybe if I get a look of you naked I might remember."

"Theon--" Robb placed his hand on the shoulder of his comrad, their eyes meeting in a tense glare.

"No need to defend my honor, your grace. Lord Greyjoy had quite the...busy childhood from what I recall." You started, finding your footing in the conversation. You smirked at Theon, tilting your head in the same condescending way he had only a minute prior. Theon watched with anger as Robb allowed you to speak down to him. "It makes sense that he doesn't remember me. I assume he was a bit busy trying to remember his own family. Weren't you, Lord Greyjoy? Tell me, how are the Iron Islands?"

"Listen, you little cunt--" Theon hurled forward towards you but was pulled back by his cloak, Robb completely unafraid of the boy.

"Leave...her...be." He demanded in a slow, threatening voice, imparting pure terror onto the boy with only three words.

You always wondered how that little boy you chased around Winterfell grew up to command an army, but now you could see it--that undefinable quality that made a man a King. With new, clearer eyes, you watched as Theon stepped away, cursing Robb's name as he fled back to his tent. Robb waited until Theon was out of sight before he turned back to you, the look of shame covering his face.

"You look so down, your grace." You lifted your hand, your body acting on its desire to hold his face, but quickly drew it back to your side. Robb chuckled, whether it was at your observation or your act of restraint you weren't sure. "Theon hasn't offended me any more than any other man now that I am a woman. Sometimes I wish I could just go back and be a child, though I'm not sure even that would get rid of their...attention."

"I want you to know that I am not the kind of man that will bring harm to you, Lady Y/N. I have nothing but respect for you and your family, and I swear to you that my men will do nothing to further cause you any hurt." Robb stepped closer to you and you swore your cheeks were burning a bright red. He lifted his hand to stroke a piece of fallen hair from your face, his eyes travelling over your features for a beat. "If they do...tell me, and I will personally make sure they never get the chance to speak another word to anyone."

"You'd really cut out a man's tongue to defend my honor, your grace? Be careful, I might think you still hold a torch for me if you cut out more than one." You spoke with a content grin, leaning into his touch perhaps a bit more than was appropriate given his status as King. Robb welcomed your affections, however, and swept his finger under your chin so that your eyes could meet his. Before he could lean in for your lips, his name was being called.

“Your grace," A young man approached from behind Robb, causing him to pull away from you and clear his throat before turning around. "Lady Stark has returned and has requested your presence."

"Yes, tell her I will be there in a moment." His voice lingered somewhere between the softness it held while talking to you and the authority he commanded earlier with Theon. He watched the boy leave for his mothers tent and sighed, his head turning to you. "I have to go..."

"Well, I'm technically your prisoner, so there isn't really much possibility of me leaving you." You reminded, lifting the hem of your dress to show your ankle restraints. Robb nearly gasped at the sight before looking to a nearby guard.

"Free her." He commanded and the guard knelt to unlock your shackles. Robb grabbed your hand and kissed it, his lips lingering against the soft skin of your hand. "You are no prisoner. Not as long as I'm King of the North."

"So you'd let me leave?" You asked, tilting your head and searching his eyes. You knew the kind of woman you clawed your way to become--someone kind, clever, and honorable--you only needed to figure out the kind of man he'd become.

"Of course." Your head fell a bit as you reeled in the disappointment of his reply. But before you could become too upset, Robb lifted your chin and spoke softly, his voice wavering as though he was nervous. "But if you would choose to honor me as your King, I only ask that you obey one wish..."

"Yes, your grace?" You replied in a small, embarrassed tone, unsure of his next words.

"Stay."

[fightmewiatch]

23 with Leo (Ibiza)

23. New years countdown

          The other DJ was out on the stage, bass shaking the building. The music was muffled, the backroom more or less soundproofed, the sounds of the crowd cheering and shouting barely audible through the doors and walls. With a glance around the room, Leo headed farther into the backroom, closer to the backdoor, sliding his phone from his pocket. After a few taps to the screen, he sighed, and flicked his finger through his contacts, finally tapping on your picture. It surprised him that it clicked over after only a couple of rings.

“Leo?”

“Uh, hey, beautiful!” he laughed, rubbing his neck. “I thought you’d be sleepin’!”

“...it’s New Years, though...and nowhere near midnight here,” you pointed out with a giggle, as he groaned.

“I knew that...that’s the whole reason I called, too. Fuck, I’m stupid when I’m working.” Your laugh made him blush, his fingers rubbing into his eyes. 

“You aren’t stupid,” you insisted. “Remember when we went to London, and I could not fucking get the time right once the whole time, until we were about to leave?” He laughed a bit, nodding his head.

“You’re adorable, baby. Okay. It’s almost midnight here, so it’s...dinnertime there?”

“It is. But I know you didn’t call me about dinner,” you nudged gently, smiling. 

“I wanted t’ring in the new year with you.”

“...I wish you were here to do that for real.”

“I know, love. I do too. But I’ll be coming back through in a few days, alright? I’ll make it up to you.” He frowned, hearing noise in the background, and tipped his head a bit as though it would help. “Is that a car horn? Where are you?”

“...uh, yeah, it was. I had to take the trash out,” you admitted with a laugh, shaking your head. “I think someone’s alarm is going off.”

“Everything okay?”

“I’m fine - going back in right now, so...hold on...hey, you have a few minutes til midnight, let me...let me call you back in just a minute, okay? Is that...can we...”

“Yeah,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not going on for another hour, so call me when you get back inside.” 

“Love you, Leo.” After he replied in kind, the line went silent, and he nodded, pulling the phone from his ear.

          He toyed with his phone, one hand rubbing down the back of his head, as he opened his gallery to look at the pictures you’d sent him since he left. It wasn’t easy being away so much, as much as he liked his job there were days he’d honestly considered looking into something that would let him be home more, be with you more. The picture of you holding your dog against your side, both of you wearing 2021 glasses, that you had sent him the night before, made him laugh, and shake his head. 

“That laugh sounds so much better in person.”

          Leo’s head snapped up, and he spun around, only to see you at the door with a blush, and a shrug. 

“Hey, baby.”

“What’re you doin’ here?” he exclaimed, laughing, as he launched himself across the room. His arms wound around your waist, spinning you around as you grabbed him about the shoulders with a squeal. 

“I wanted to start off the new year with you,” you giggled, your feet barely touching the floor before he kissed you soundly, one hand coming up to cradle your jaw. “...hi,” you murmured breathlessly, when he finally pulled away.

“I can’t believe you’re here...I can’t believe I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, I...totally lied, when I said I was taking a big nap today to prep for midnight,” you giggled, nudging your nose against his. “They...say what you’re doing at midnight is a sign of what you’ll be doing for the year to come, or something like that, and the only thing I want this year is you, and since you can’t come to me for midnight, I thought, fuck it, I will come to you, instead,” you told him, shrugging as though it were nothing. Leo grinned, wider than before, and dragged you in close, hugging you tightly. 

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” 

          You both pulled away, glancing back towards the group in the other room as they counted down to midnight, hearing the rhythmic countdown muffled from the club, too, before you looked back at Leo, and smiled softly. Reaching up, you gently combed your fingers through his hair, following the curls as he leaned down, hand warm along the hinge of your jaw. 

“Five! Four! Three!”

“Happy New Year, love,” he murmured against your lips, as the building hit one and shook with cheers, his lips sealing over your own warmly. You moaned softly, fingers curling in his shirt to pull him in close. 

          Best countdown ever.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Submitted by Anon

—-

“Look at you, all clean and ready” you have gotten used to the sight of Robb being dirty, muddy and bloody.

“You like it?” He started drying his hair with a towel.

“Every look the king has, suits him. Hear let me do it” you took the towel and started drying his soft curly hair.

“Hm, you smell nice” he started kissing your neck.

“Robb, stop! We can’t do this right now!”.

“Why not?” He pouted.

“You have a counsil meeting to attend to and you are already late” you reminded.

“Ten more minutes won’t change anything”.

“You think?”.

“I do” he lept forward and but your nose and both of you started chuckling.

“Your majesty, my queen, forgive me for the the intrusion. I was sent here by your mother to remind you that the counsil is meeting and they are waiting for you” one of Robbs men entered the tent and interrupted your joyful time.

“Then, let them wait a little longer. Tell them, the king is occupied right now” he smirked.

“Robb!” You nudged him and gave him the look.

“Alright, I’ll be right up. You can leave now” Robb ordered.

“Right away, your grace” he bowed and left immediately.

Both of you started laughing like little children.

“You think you’re mother knows, I’m the reason you’re always distracted?” You asked.

“Probably. Why else send someone to remind me of my duties every five minutes... gods, I adore you” he pressed his lips on yours hardly, before leaving for the meeting. But the whole time, you were on his mind and couldn’t wait to get back to you.

Tags: @simonsbluee @capsheadquaters @bucky-blogs

[justauthoring]

my wife // robb stark

request: hi!! could i request a robb stark/reader where she’s his queen and she gets into an argument/almost fight with some rebellious northerners (maybe karstarks, maybe not) in the army and robb gets very protective bc that’s his lady and nobody talks to her like that? <3

please don’t plagiarize my work!

word count: 738

“I do not take orders from a woman.”

“No, but you do take orders from your Queen.”

The man before scoffs, rolling his eyes as he takes a step back from you. You keep your chin raised high, poised, with your shoulders squared in confidence. The man before you, Lord Karstark, does not intimidate you or scare you in anyway. On contrary, you almost feel sorry for him -- having such limited and pitiful standards.

But he is defying you, despite your clear argument, and that you will not stand for. Even as he scoffs and belittles both your title and your name, you cross your arms with defiance, raising a brow.

Lord Karstark pauses, noticing the look you send him and a smirk falls on his lips. “You do not fear me, girl.”

Your eyes narrow, even if just slightly, and you smile -- knowingly. “I am not trying to scare you, Lord Karstark,” you simply say with a small bow of your head. And then, you pause; “at least, I hadn’t been. But if you do not address me with my proper title, I promise you, you have very much to be afraid of.”

Lord Karstark takes a step towards you, leaning close in hopes of intimidating you. “Was that a threat?”

“I believe it was.”

Your lips remain parted, though the words do not come from your own. Your head turns over your shoulder, a bit of smug pride welling in your chest when you see your husband, Robb Stark, walking in to the tent. Lord Karstark falters, only just a little at the sight of his King. It both pleases you and disappoints you, because ultimately, you should have that same power over the man stood before you.

Robb crosses the tent, taking his place respectively by his side as he glares at the man stood before the two of you.

“You’re men are careless, Lord Karstark,” you continue, still keeping that same amount of power and authority in your voice. It is slightly ignited because of Robb stood next to you, giving you the confidence you need to fight for what you deserve. “They will get themselves or worse, the rest of us killed if they do not stop they’re meaningless slaughtering. You are here to fight for your King, so I will ask you again, order them to stop or we will. By whatever means necessary.”

Lord Karstark scoffs, once again, despite the presence of his King. “They are only having a little bit of fun.”

“Fun that will endanger our mission,” you remind without a second of hesitance. “You are not in charge here, Lord Karstark. You are a valuable member of our army, yes. But that does not mean you are not indispensable. I thought it polite to speak to you first, so please, order them to stop.”

Lord Karstark pauses, and you watch as the anger floods through the irises of his eyes. His chest puffs, shoulders raise and his lips snarl. He takes a threatening step towards you; “do you think you can belittle me--” Karstark is cut off by the tip of Robb’s sword pressed against his throat. Both his words and steps are halted as his eyes widen and his body tenses.

You watch on with a emotionless look, simply regarding the man with a frown.

“I ask you to please step away from my wife, Lord Karstark,” Robb threatens, “you are testing our patience.”

Lord Karstark’s eyes slide to Robb’s; “you let your wife fight your battles?”

“Yes,” Robb says with ease, “because of the fact that she is my wife. Now, please, as she’s asked you nicely three times now, order your men to back down.”

“My Ki--”

“I will not ask again, Lord Karstark,” you cut off, narrowing your eyes.

Robb pushes forward slightly with his sword, causing Lord Karstark to take a step back, his hands raising in surrender. “Fine,” he relents with a huff, “I will give the order once you lower your sword.”

Robb only hesitates a moment before lowering his sword, and you swear you’ve never seen a man rush out so quickly.

Once he’s gone, you let out a sigh, shaking your head. “Thank you,” you mumble to Robb, your gaze flickering upwards to meet his. “He was... difficult to say the least.”

With a soft smile, Robb sets his hand on your cheek; “anything for you, love.”

-

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[ikaris-whore]

You come home to find Madden sitting up on your bed against the headboard, waiting for you. Naked, under the sheet barely covering his (eh hem) private area. He says nothing except "I have been so patiently waiting for you." with a husky tone.

You laugh a little and shake your head at the sight before you setting down your bag. “Oh have you now? Did you touch yourself at all thinking of me coming home and having my way with you?”

He nods his answer. You lean on one knee at the foot of the bed and then the other as he stares you down, wanting to touch you but knowing better.

Taking longer than needed, and wearing a shit eating smirk, you slowly unbutton your dress down to your waist. Pulling it open to give him a peek at your cleavage and black lace bra. He shifts on the bed, his cock painfully hard.

“Bad boys don’t get to touch only watch.” You move your hand over your breasts, following a path he would normally take to your thighs. “I know how much you love watching me cum baby boy.” You purr as you lift your skirt revealing the lace of your garter and stockings, leaving your sex bare.

Your fingers move nimbly between your folds playing with the slick gathered there. You couldn’t lie when he let you be like this it made you incredibly hot.

His groan is caught in his throat, he desperately wants to touch you, have you touch him. But he’s determined to be a good boy for you.

You settle on the bed and spread your legs as you give him a show. Your breath isn’t ragged as you grow closer to your release. The room is filled with both of your respective sounds. You’re almost there when he can’t take it anymore.

“Love, I want to taste you.” He requests in a gravelly voice.

“Once I cum you can taste me. On my terms” You demand, knowing you’re teetering on the edge.

You play with yourself until your orgasm washes over you. After catching your breath you move to straddle his waist, running your fingers through your slick again you smear it against his lips. “Taste!” You encourage him as you brush your sex against his hard cock teasingly.

His tongue darts out and slowly makes his ways across his lips savoring your taste with a pleasant groan.

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[ladyreapermc]

Drabble: Elevator (Richard x Reader)

A/N: based on this request by @peoniarose​ but I don’t think this was what she had in mind for a meet cute. 

Hello! I hope you mom feels better. I really enjoy your stories. I was wondering if you could do a meet cute with Richard Madden?

Wordcount: 693

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING FOR panic attack and claustrophobia

It wasn’t that you were claustrophobic per se, you just didn’t like to be in enclosed spaces, like any rational being. You were fine while the elevator was moving but the second you felt the jerk and jolt as the engine ground to a halt, you froze in panic.

You had been absorbed by the book in your hands when you stepped inside the cart at ground level along with a small mob of people. You sneaked to the back, leaning against the wall, earbuds in so as not to be disturbed, knowing that yours was the last stop since you were heading to the top offices for a job interview.

You had been barely aware of the elevator pausing on different floors to let the rest of its passengers go and maybe if Hozier hadn’t been blasting on your ears, you might have heard the distinct whining sound of the machinery starting to fail as the elevator climbed higher and higher until if halted just before your floor, the movement abrupt and the lights flickering off along with the ventilation.

The book slipped from your trembling hands as you stared at the emergency lights blinking on in a malignant and threatening red. You could barely draw a breath as panic surrounded your lungs, squeezing them just enough to make your chest hurt as you wheezed pathetically, fighting for air.

“Hey, hey, hey… ‘t’s alright,” soft and low voice cooed as someone moved closer to you, his hands tentatively hovering inches away from your shoulders as if unsure if he should or could touch. “Ye’re fine. We’re fine. I hit the emergency button. Maintenance should be on their way…”

You could hear his words and the pleasant husk of his accent but it was like your brain refused to process them, too focused on alarming the terrifying dangerous situation. Your gaze, despite looking straight ahead and picking up coppery brown curls, bright ocean blue eyes, plushy red lips tilted in a hesitant smile, and a sharp jawline peppered with light stubble, your brain couldn’t form and actual picture of the man in front of you.

“Just try to breathe with me. How about that?” he said, pitching his voice lower as if he was afraid if he spoke any louder it would terrify you. “Come on, big breath...”

You forced yourself to mimick his actions, drawing a deep inhale, and trying to push it out slowly and then repeat. You did it again and again, following his cues and tempo and at each second that went by, you could feel your heart rate coming down, your muscles unlocking and your breathing actually becoming easier.

You startled once when the elevator restarted, gripping on your companion as it climbing the last few inches to your floor.

“See? Ye’re fine,” he said, his smile turning a little more sure as he bent down to pick up your book. “And it’s almost over.”

“Yes. Thank you,” you croaked, taking the copy of Feast of Crows he was offering you just as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

“How are ye enjoying this one?” he nodded to the book as he held the door open so you could walk past with your weak legs and jelly knees.

“I’m not sure yet,” you commented. “One of my favorite characters died in the last book.”

“Robb?” he flashed you a small knowing smile as you nodded and now that your terror was gone, you realized he was strangely familiar. “I hear ye. That one killed me.”

You kind of knew there was a joke there somewhere but you were still too dazzled to get it and your destination was right in front of you so you didn’t have time to think about it any longer.

“Again, thank you.” You said, pausing by the double glass doors of the office. He just gave you a short nod and kept on walking.

It wasn’t until you were inside, in the sitting room waiting for your meeting that realization struck you and you nearly dropped your book again.

Richard Madden just helped you through a panic attack in a broken elevator.

xxx

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