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Entangled Fates
Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!Targaryen!Reader
Summary: The Targaryen name has brought nothing but misery to Y/N— her half-blood placing a curse upon her. She's observed the toll her presence takes on the people she loves; no longer wanting to form a close tie with anyone. Nevertheless, her heart steered its own course. And it steered towards a certain man.
Warnings: angst. allusion to r*pe and death, nothing descriptive. a steamy make-out scene but nothing crazy. not really book or show accurate but f it we ball. also fluff. also reader has dark hair so just pretend u do if u don't xoxo.
Word count: 10.1K (beginning just has lots of background lore pls bear w/ me)
In life, there are those destined for lavish living and those made to struggle to see their next day. From a young age, Dorea knew she fell into the second category. She grew up orphaned; never knowing the love of a mother or a father. Despite the fact, Dorea was strong willed; she found her own kind of love. Love for herself, love for her friends, and love for her life. She knows that she did not have the best life; her dresses had holes in them, she had to work from dawn to dusk, and she often would need to go days without eating. That ultimately changed the day a close friend of hers had come to her with a new line of work.
“One of the castles maids was executed, so her position is open to take”.
Looking back, she should’ve said no from the way a chill went up her spine. She had heard the rumors of the king having gone mad; but at the time, that was not her problem. Being a castle maid sounded a lot better than being a candle maker. All she had to do was clean the chambers and mind her business and pay would be given to her. The task sounded easy— it should’ve been easy. Dorea had ways of not drawing attention to herself. That is how she has made it this far in her life; from hiding. The peace of obscurity brought her comfort; being anonymous was a safe refuge that protected her from prying eyes and the entanglements of wicked connections. The girl was pure and innocent.
Yet, fate, with its twisted sense of irony, had other plans.
She truly had done all she could to stay out of the eyes of the royal family. She should’ve been more careful, more attentive, more aware of the eyes that followed her unknowingly when she walked the halls. Her foolishness had caught up to her one day when a guard had dragged her to the throne room; thrown to the ground to kneel in front of the king, Aerys II Targaryen. Dorea was ready to open her mouth and beg for forgiveness on whatever crimes she had committed but was silenced in fear. “You will meet me in my chambers tonight”, he said. Dorea could do nothing but nod as she could not go against the kings’ words. The only thing she could do was look to the Hand of the King for some form of help, but they stood muted. Moments later, she was whisked away by some female servants— some of them her own friends— and was prepared for the event. She was washed and dressed properly; never have been so physically clean yet so dirty internally.
Later that night, her virtue and gaiety of life was destroyed when the king came and took her. She had prayed to the Gods that it was only a one-time thing. But the Gods seemed to find her plea a joke. The king would request her presence many more times and many more nights afterwards. Her position as a maid in the castle vanished overnight. Now, she stood as something different; still, she did not know exactly what. All Dorea knew was she felt shame as those working in the castle started to treat her different, with more respect and caution. She dreamt every night for this nightmare to end, but it only continued.
“The girl is pregnant, your grace”. The maestar told the king. Both fear and relief spread through her body. Fear in the sense that the king would have her eliminated to hide such sin, and relief that he might just send her away forever. It had to be one or the other; from what she has seen, the queen is currently pregnant as well and due in a few moons. Furthermore, he already had two children born, why would he need her? Her thoughts were interrupted by the third alternative she had feared the most, “You will continue to stay here. You will have the child”. Later that night, Dorea prayed once more for all this suffering to end. Finally, her prayer had been answered in the worst way possible.
She had heard the talks of the rebellion, but she never thought it would come to where she resigned. The king’s heir was now dead, along with his wife and children. The queen was now dead; dying from childbirth. The middle child and newest member of the royal family had been sent to exile. And the Mad King was now dead as well; stabbed by a member of his own Kingsguard.
Death and misery surrounded Dorea everywhere.
For her own safety, and her chance once again at freedom, she did what she knew she had to do. She ran away.
Dorea took refuge in a small village that resided in the Reach. Selling all the gifts and jewelry the king had bestowed upon her; she and her unborn child were set for life. A few moons later, Dorea gave birth during a warm summer night. As she held the newborn in her arms, she thought the Gods had finally decided to take pity on her and grant her some kindness. For starters, she had given birth to a girl. Dorea was thankful in the sense that the child would not be seen as a threat to the line of succession of the Iron throne. Additionally, the babe had no features of a Targaryen. Caressing the small amount of hair on her daughter’s hair, she was given hair as dark as night instead of the silvery-gold feature of her biological father. Dorea let out a sigh of relief once the girl opened her eyes— no violet eyes either. Pulling the babe closer to her chest, she gave a quick prayer and smiled down at the sleeping babe.
Dorea named her Y/N.
As time passed, Y/N quickly grew before her mothers’ eyes. Both her and her mother were beloved by the village folks— Dorea giving money to those who were in need, and her daughter who was tenderhearted and befriended all. No one in the village had known about Doreas’ past or Y/N true linage. And Dorea wanted to keep it that way. She, however, knew that one day it would all come back to bite her. Despite having run away, she knew that there were some people who knew of their existence. It did not help her case more when Y/N had begun to show a great fascination with fire; something the mothers of the village made jokes about, but Dorea knew the truth.
“You have dragon blood within you”, Dorea had whispered to her daughter one quiet night. “You are part Targaryen, but you must keep this a secret. I am only telling you this for your own safety. There are people in this world who will want to hurt you, to take you away from me. Do you understand darling?”. At just the age of eight, Y/N was smarter and brighter than her peers. Hearing such solemness in her mothers’ voice, she nodded, “Yes mother”.
Such a topic was dropped and never brought up again— that was until Y/N turned ten. Since Dorea had the funds, she had hired a tutor for the young girl. Y/N’s instructor was a retired tutor who had taught many kids from noble homes before moving to their village. The old man was just supposed to teach her simple things like language, arts, music, and maths. Without her mothers’ knowledge, Y/N brought up the topic of history to her teacher, particularly the history of the Targaryen household. And that’s where everything started.
It was one calm afternoon in their shared bedroom when Y/N had asked the question. “Mother, am I cursed?”. Dorea, puzzled, stopped brushing her daughter’s hair and turned towards her, “What kind of question is that?”. Y/N looked sheepishly to the side and confessed everything, “I have been learning history with my tutor. Targaryen history”. Before Dorea could respond, the young girl continued, “You say I am half Targaryen, and based upon their history, I must be cursed”. Dorea questioned what she meant and then let out a loud laugh at her daughters’ answer: “I have black hair mother”.
Dorea caressed her daughters face, smiling and shaking her head, “Darling, your hair color does not mean anyth- “.
“But its true mother!” Y/N exclaimed, “It is shown all over their history. Rhaenyra Targaryen’s eldest sons were born with dark hair, and they all died before they could reach adulthood. Rhaenys Targaryen was known as the “Queen Who Never Was” and saw the death of her two children in her lifetime. Rhaegar Targaryen’s daughter was killed in the sack of Kings Landing. Valarr Targaryen was- “.
“What does any of that have to do with you?!”, Dorea shouted out, startling Y/N. The young girl felt tears come to her eyes as she hid herself in her mothers’ embrace, muffling her words, “They were not pure Targaryen. I am not a pure Targaryen, mother. I do not wish to fall to such misfortunes”. Dorea felt her heart break at the sound and thoughts of her daughters’ troubles. Shaking her head, Dorea raised Y/Ns’ head and looked straight into her eyes, “You are not cursed. Their misfortunes are not yours. Do you hear me girl? This is your life, and you control it”. Y/N could do nothing but continue to cry. "It's okay, sweetheart," her mother whispered, her voice a tender melody that carried reassurance. Dorea cradled the young girl, whose sobs softened but still lingered, the remnants of a storm that had raged within her fragile heart. “I will protect you no matter what”, she declared.
Y/N would forever remember that loving moment, amongst the many others she shared with her mother. While Dorea had said she would do anything to protect her, Y/N should’ve said the same thing back. Yet, fate, with its twisted sense of irony, had other plans for the daughter. Not even a month later, Y/Ns’ mother died, succumbing to a mysterious illness that took her in a matter of days. It felt as though the moment she acknowledged the said “curse”, her world only came to be filled with hurt.
Being only ten years old and now orphaned, the people in the village were kind enough to take the girl in. Specifically, it was a family of three that consisted of a father and mother and a son her age who took her into their home. The boy, named Tomas, had always been a close friend of Y/N. The two would spend many days together, playing and running around in the meadows. He would pick flowers for her and in return she would do the same. There was even one early morning when the two stood by their village’s lake and shared a kiss with each other. Despite still being a child, Y/N felt as though she was feeling the love that was described in the fairytale stories her mother used to read to her.
Sadly, that love was taken from her as well. At the young age of one and three, Tomas had somehow fallen and drowned in that same lake. Y/N had never heard such a devasting scream as Edith, Tomas’s mother, held her dead son in her arms. The village was both in mourning and in query; Tomas had been taught to swim at the age of four, how could this have happened? No explanations were thought of, but Y/N had her own belief.
I’m cursed, she would toss in turn in her bed at night, I am cursed.
Two more years would pass by, and no other unfortunate incidents would have occurred. But there is always calm before the storm. One day, something within Y/N had made her go explore the small forest that was near her village. It was nothing out of the ordinary; she had done it many times before. Yet, she stayed exploring for hours before that same voice within her told her to return. Upon seeing her village within the distance, Y/N should’ve never listened to that voice. She wishes she could’ve stayed back and continue being ignorant of everything. Her village— the homes, the crops, the trees, everything, was up in flames. Running down the dirt paths, Y/N did not have time (nor did she want to) to acknowledge all slaughtered men, women, and children that laid on the grounds. A small amount of hope had sparked within her when she saw that her home was not ablaze. That hope died upon entering the residence— Y/N crying out in distress at the sight of Edith, the women she had come to see as her second mother, dead on the ground. Her sadness was turned to fear when she spotted a large man in the corner, angry and hungry for blood. Before the crazed man could run at her, he was tackled to the ground by Lance— Edith’s husband and her adopted father. He was clearly injured; covered in blood from head to toe but still had the strength in him to scream at Y/N, desperation laced in his voice, “Run girl! Run and do not look back!”. Y/N, not wanting to witness his clear end, quickly listened to his order and ran out the door, trying her best to stay out of sight of all the other savage men as she made her way out the village.
She must’ve ran for hours before she knew she was no longer in danger. A day or two of traveling passed by before she took residence in a small city. That same night, under a dirty bridge, she finally acknowledged all hell that had occurred to her within the past forty-eight hours. The dams broke as she cried and screamed out in sorrow and pain. She cried, and cried, and cried until she had no more tears to let out; now consumed by numbness. Her mother, her first love, her caretakers, her childhood friends, her home; had all been taken from her. What had she done to deserve this? With her heart broken into millions of pieces, Y/N decided that she wouldn’t live like this. Never would she fall in love and never would she form a deep connection with anyone again. She wasn’t going to let herself be tied to the Targaryen name, to its blood, nor its curse. She wasn’t going to let this curse win and see her suffer again.
And so, she did; well, she tried her best at least. With the little money she had on her, Y/N jumped from village to village, city to city, and made sure not to socialize with anyone. There were some instances of people trying to get to know her, boys trying to court her, but she wouldn’t stay very long and would be gone the next day. It was a lonely life, a life she despised but knew she had to endure. That changed a bit when she came face to face with a woman with a fair complexion and silver hair.
Daenerys Targaryen. The “Mother of Dragons”. Her older half-sister.
Daenerys had always known about her half-sister’s existence; her older brother one day rambling that the throne belongs to a true Targaryen and not the current usurper, nor the “Targaryen-bastard filth” their father left behind. At first, Y/N was wary of the girl but soon found herself becoming fond of her presence. Daenerys felt the same way; with no family left on either girl’s end, they quickly found solace in each other— treating one another as the sisters they are. It was strange at first for Y/N; getting used to now having family once again and the companionship of dragons that came with it. Initially, she was terrified at the sight of the foreign creatures but quickly came to love them and their beautiful nature. She became quite close with the one called Rhaegal, favoring the dragon over the overs. Rhaegal doted and protected the girl the same; but still recognized Daenerys as its’ rightful mother. Y/N could say she just held the title of “favorite aunt” now amongst the creatures.
The thought of the curse still weighed heavy in the back of her mind, but Y/N hypothesized that whatever superstition was out to get her would not harm her sister; a true (and last) Targaryen. Y/N immediately recognized Daenerys as her queen and vowed to help her reclaim her throne. For some time, Y/N felt happiness once again entering her life as she spent more time with her sister and her allies. That bliss, however, turned out to be false hope.
“When the time comes and I reclaim my throne, I will legitimize you as a Targaryen”, Daenerys spoke to her one night. Y/N wanted to decline right away; she was content with not having a household name and did not want to be associated with the Targaryen name. Before Y/N could speak, Daenerys looked shamefully down while holding her sister’s hand, “There is a reason why I came looking for...”. Y/N felt a chill run up her spine and quickly encouraged the Mother of Dragons to continue. “I am unable to have my own children. When the time is right, I will need you to find a man, any man of your choosing..”, Daenerys sternly said as she looked into Y/N eyes, “I will need an heir to inherit the throne and continue my family name. Do you understand sister?”. Daenerys felt guilt creep up inside her as she finally confessed her true intentions from the start of meeting Y/N. She was asking too much of Y/N but, she, however, was on a mission to reclaim her birthright no matter what. Y/N stared agape at her, no words coming from her mouth. She wanted to decline even more— but, looking into Daenerys eyes, she saw the graveness within them and the true tone behind her words. She was not asking this of her as her sister. She was commanding this of her as her queen. And Y/N would do anything for her rightful queen.
“Yes, sister. I understand”. Y/N now found herself tied to the Targaryen name. Something she vowed never to be but couldn’t escape.
As time passed by, Y/N kept her promise and stood by Daenerys side as she continued her conquest; now finding herself at Dragonstone, her sister’s ancestral home. The preparations and campaign for Daenerys claim to the Iron Throne was in full effect but was interrupted momentarily.
“The King in the North?”, Daenerys questioned one of her advisors who came bearing news. “Yes my Queen. He sent a raven— detailing that he wishes to speak with you”. Y/N, standing off to the side, expressed her thoughts and question, “I had heard that the King in the North was dead”.
“As did I”, Daenerys said sharply. The man before them nodded his head, “Yes. There was an incident that had occurred that made everyone believe he was dead. But he is very much alive”. Daenerys raised her eyebrows up, skeptical about this so called “King in the North”— “And he trusts me with the information of his false death?”
“Well, according to his letter, yes.”
Y/N and Daenerys turned, staring into each other’s eyes, speaking with them. Not much emotion was shown behind Y/N eyes, but she was able to express with them, “What harm is there in seeing what he wants”. Sighing, Daenerys nodded her head and agreed with her sister.
“Send a message back. Invite him here and let him know I agree to speak with him”.
A few days later, Y/N stood on the shores, waiting to welcome her guests on the request of Daenerys. Once she saw the boats pull up on the beach, she made her way but stopped in amazement. Out from one of the boats came a large, thick furred animal— a dire wolf. She had only ever heard about the mythical creatures and now she was in close distance with one. Dragons and now dire wolves; she held a small smile on her face at the uniqueness that was the world. Clearing their throats, the two guards behind her had snapped her out of her daydream, reminding her of the task. Standing tall, Y/N put on her best welcoming smile and stood in front of the party, “Welcome to Dragonstone. I have been sent by our rightful Queen to give our greetings”.
Y/N voice had started loud and clear, but slightly quieted down towards the end as she made eye contact with a man. A very handsome man to be exact, she thought to herself. He stood tall and strong, a lean build with dark curls and blue eyes as blue as the water behind them. He smiled at her and before he could open his mouth, the older man next to him spoke up. “I present Robb Stark. Heir to the Stark household and King of the North”. Y/N raised her eyebrows at the discovery of the handsome stranger being the King in the North. Turning to him, she held a sort of mischief but harsh attitude in her voice, “Is the King in the North unable to speak for himself?”
The men in front of her were clearly taken back. Except for Robb Stark who let out a small laugh. “Forgive me, my lady, I am very capable of speaking. I am Robb Stark”. He held out his hand and was charmed when she firmly grasped it and shook it; opting out of giving her his hand to kiss.
“I am not a lady. Please, call me Y/N”. Robb was preparing himself to compliment her name but was cut off by the same man next to him. “She’s the Targaryen bastard, your grace”. Though it was meant to be a whisper for only Robb to hear, Y/N was in close enough proximity to have heard it as well. Robb swiftly turned to his advisor next to him, giving him a crude look before turning back to the girl, “Forgive the rudeness of- “
“No, it is quite alright” she waved her hand, “It is all true anyway. I am THAT Targaryen bastard”. Robb nodded, gulping as he tried to ease the tension, “I have heard a lot about you...and your sister too, of course”. Y/N wanted to let out a chuckle at the sight before her; a gorgeous man trying his best not to insult her. “And I have heard very little about you,” Y/N voiced, “Other than the fact that you were supposedly dead, which I can see you are very much alive”, looking him up and down with her eyes. Robb smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, “It is a long story”. Y/N let out a “hmm” sound, looking off towards the side to the dire wolf. “Is he yours?”
“Yes. His name is Grey Wind. I’ve had him since he was a pup”. Y/N nodded once more, noticing just how well behaved the wolf was, “He’s very beautiful”. Robb thanked her for the compliment, grinning widely, “I can see you are fond of animals. Do you have any of your own?”
Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head, “No. I have children.”
Robb was clearly taken back by her words, a stuttering mess as he questioned her statement. “O-oh? You have children?”. Y/N could sense some disappointment in his voice towards the end as it cracked. Smiling, she shook her head. “No. But I do consider them children. Just not mine. I am just an aunt”. All the guests in front of her were puzzled by her words but ducked down in fear at the sound of a roar from above. Looking up, she smiled at the sight of Rhaegal and Drogon patrolling the skies.
“Seven hells!” she heard one of Robbs’ men yell out. Turning back, she playfully spoke “My children. Beautiful, aren’t they?”. None of Robbs’ men were able to agree or speak; still in shock. Robb, still looking up to the sky, laughed earnestly, “Well, they sure are an eccentric sight to see”. Y/N smiled more at his honesty, clapping her hands together, turning and speaking to the entire party, “Well. I believe that is a sufficient way to welcome you all here. Now, I must welcome you into the castle. Please come, the Queen is curious to known what it is you wish to speak about”.
Upon greeting the Queen, Robb Starks’ words and terms were clear to her. He wishes to ally with her in her conquest to take the throne and create a fairer and just realm. “We both have a clear enemy,” he spoke, “I want the Lannisters dead for what they have done to my family, and you want them off the throne entirely”. Every so often, Robb would cast his eyes off to the side to look at Y/N; something she tried her best to hide her reddening face from. “My men, though small numbers, will be yours to use. We ask that in return, once you take your rule, you allow the North to maintain a degree of self-rule. We will recognize you as the rightful Queen, but we wish to keep the North the way it is”. Daenerys nodded her head, asking her advisors for their views on the matter, and taking Y/N by surprise when she asked her as well. “As I perceive it, the North is biggest land piece in Westeros. It would be better to keep them as allies instead of fighting them off. They recognize you as Queen, and the Stark household keeps the North in check for you, sister”. Daenerys responded with another nod, showing to be clear in thought at all the opinions given to her. The Queen stood up, still not fully convinced, but could not deny all the positives of the compromise, “Very well. I will continue to think about the matter. I will let you know that my thoughts are leaning more toward yes than it is no. For now, your men must be tired. Allow my people to escort them to rest”.
Later that night, Y/N made her way down the dark halls to the one place in the castle that brought her peace. She almost let out a small scream at the tall shadow that appeared around the corner, “My lady?”. Placing her hand to her chest to control her tachycardic heart, she saw that the dark shadow was Robb Stark. “Your grace. You almost scared me to death”, Y/N laughed, “And please, I am not a lady of noble birth. Call me by my first name”. Robb returned her laugh with his own, apologizing for scaring her. “Forgive me, my lad- Y/N. I was just curious as to why you are out so late”. She nodded her head in the direction she was originally heading in, “I can not sleep so I was heading to the library to bore myself with some reading” she joked, “Is it not late for you to be awake as well?”. Robb gave a similar answer; unable to sleep and practically full of energy. Y/N looked down at the ground for a mere second before glancing into his eyes, “Would you like to join me?”. He agreed to her invite, thankful for the darkness of the night hiding his blushed face.
Dimly lit by flickering candlelight, the shelves towered, laid with books that held centuries of knowledge and wisdom. Robb made himself comfortable at one of the chairs available while Y/N opted for the window nook. “Do you come in here often?” Robb asked. Y/n offered a silent yes, trailing her fingers against the rim of the book she had chosen, “I have not been here that long, but yes. I come here every night; I tend to have trouble sleeping”.
“Why is that?” Robb questioned.
“Nightmares”, Y/N replied. Her dreams were always filled with visions of her dead loved ones.
After a pause, Robb gave a “hmm”; silently admiring the girl for not being afraid to show vulnerability. “That’s something we both have in common” he gave a warm smile. Another quiet pause passed by until Y/N looked up at him, “You say that you being alive is a long story— can I listen to it?”. Robb gave a slight nod, standing up to sit next to her in a close but comfortable proximity.
“I was to marry the daughter of someone who I thought was my ally. I agreed initially but something within me told me not to carry out my word”. He slowly reached over for the book that was in her hands, both hands brushing slightly as he took it out of her grasp, now distracting himself with it. “The wedding still went on; I supplied another man in my place. But, there was bloodshed, and I was betrayed. I barely made it out alive, along with a few other men of mine”. Inhaling sharply, he continued with his outpour, “And I’m thankful I did. I have sources that tell me that even if I went along with the wedding, I was to be killed no matter what. The Lannisters long ago forming allies with the people I thought I could trust”. Coming close to a finish, he looked into Y/N eyes, softly smiling, “I guess it was fate that saved me somehow”.
Breaking eye contact, Y/N scoffed at his words. “Fate” she said with repugnance. Her reply caught him off guard, raising his eyebrows in surprise, “You do not believe in fate?”.
Y/N took in a long sigh, shaking her head, “No I believe in it”, she gently whispered the last part, “We just never have seen eye to eye. My fate only brings me bad luck”. Robb took in her words, trying to calculate what he should say next. “I believe fate can bring both good and bad luck”, he began with, “One can say it was my fathers’ fate to have been killed, or my sisters’ fates to be held captive”, Robb swallowed thickly before continuing, “But, it is my fate to avenge and save them. It is fate that has brought me this far; that has brought me here and to you”, he slowly spoke while staring deep into Y/N eyes. She quickly looked away, hoping her face wasn’t red and was successful in controlling her facial expression. Clearing her throat, she spoke firmly, “You must be confused; I believe you are trying to woo the wrong sister, Stark. Is it not my sister who you need as your ally?”.
Robb let out a low laugh, grinning widely, “That may be true, but”, he slowly scanned the room in a playful manner, “I believe that I don’t see your sister in here at all. So, no, I am not confused. I am speaking to the right sister”. A third pause passed by as the two continued staring, wating for one of them to speak or do something. Y/N was the first— standing abruptly, she moved her hair behind her ear and let out an awkward ahem. “I believe I must retire for the night. It was nice speaking to you Stark”. Before she could make her way out the door, he called out to her.
“It’s Robb”. Turning, she questioned what he meant. Smiling, he spoke, “You can call me Robb. You say you come here every night?”. Y/N nodded her head. “Would you allow me to see you here again tomorrow? Or even spend some time with you come morning?”.
Y/N wanted to say no. She needed to stop whatever friendship (or relationship) was forming between the two before she got too close. Before her curse got to him. He had already suffered enough. Despite the fact, deep down, her own selfish desires won over. She hadn’t felt like this in forever— she wanted this feeling to last forever.
“Yes. Of course, Robb”.
Come morning, they spent the entire day together, including the night. The next day was the same. Daenerys had granted Robb and his men a longer stay as there was much to discuss. It was late in the morning that he and Y/N were walking along the shores, discussing the most random of topics. Both were making a great effort to make the other one laugh: sprouting different jokes and funny stories. They both loved hearing the sound of laughter coming out of each another’s mouths. A gentle breeze roamed the air, blowing through Y/Ns’ dark hair. Robb stood silently still, stuck in a daze and awestruck by her appearance. Swiftly, he removed his fur cloak and placed it upon her exposed shoulders. Robb gestured to the area around them as Y/N looked at him in confusion, “I thought you might be cold”. She let out a small chuckle, shaking her head but not returning his cloak back. It provided her with a sense of ease. “No,” she confessed, “I don’t run cold that easily”. Resuming their walk, Robb gave her a look of admiration, “You would do great in the North then. Have you ever been there?”.
She answered with a clear no, stopping in her path to match Robb’s sudden cease of movement. Slowly, he placed his hands upon the cloak, further wrapping it securely around her. “I believe you would love it there. Maybe one day, you can come with me to Winterfell. I would love to give you a tour and introduce you to my mother, and hopefully my sisters too. I’m sure they would love you”. No further sounds were made; the distant sound of crashing waves serving as the only soundtrack to their wordless communion. Y/N leaned slightly into him — his closeness felt like a forbidden sanctuary, a place where she found solace and belonging but knew she shouldn’t enter. Y/N only response was a gentle nod and smile.
Many heart-fluttering moments continued to happen between the two. Stolen glances from across the table, hands brushing as they took their walks, laughter and smiles shared in the dark of night. There was an occurrence in the library when Robb had urged the girl to go to bed; taking notice of her eyebags forming from their long night of talking. “I can’t go to sleep that easily. And even if I can, I just have bad dreams I can’t wake up from”, she disclosed. They sat intimately close, sharing an intense gaze, both their features illuminated by the light of the candles in the room. Y/N could see every detail, every pore, every small scar that graced his beautiful face. She was caught by surprise, her breath hitching when he gently grabbed her hand, drawing small patterns into it.
“You can sleep here if you wish. I will watch over you and wake you at any sign of discomfort”. She wanted to decline, but there was something in his eyes that was persuading her. Y/N then found herself in his warm embrace, laying her head gently on his chest. She could hear every breath he took, every beat his heart made. Sealing her eyelids, he was the sole occupant of her dreams. She had never slept better.
Daenerys was no fool to what was happening before her very eyes. Sharing a private dinner with her sister, she brought up the topic.
“So, you and the Northern have been spending some time together”. Y/N nodded; not being able to lie since there was clear evidence in front of Daenerys. “He is a good man,” she smiled, “Very kind to his men, to his wolf”, she smiled even further at the memory of Robb introducing her properly to Grey Wind. She could still hear his laughter and the concern that replaced it when Grey Wind had tackled her to the ground with wet kisses. “We don’t want to get that pretty face all slobbered up now, do we?” fondness had colored his expression as he helped her back up. The smile upon her face slipped away, a frown and more serious look taking over.
“He’s very kind to me…I don’t think I will be spending much time with him anymore though”, she held her fork tightly in her hand. Daenerys questioned what she meant by her words. “Personal reasons”, Y/N said in a somber tone, “He will be leaving soon, and I plan to stay by your side”. Daenerys nodded her head, a part of her knowing that Y/Ns’ excuse was not the full truth. It’s not an exaggeration— Daenerys wasn’t a fool. She was well aware of Y/N’s standoffish attitude; practically a hermit as she kept to herself, or Daenerys. She saw the reasoning behind it— having an understanding of her past hardships. Additionally, Daenerys once tried to comfort Y/N during a nightmare of hers, hearing the word “curse” coming out of her mouth every few seconds. She badly wanted to comfort her sister, let her know that she was not cursed— life was just not fair to everyone. Daenerys, however, said nothing. Y/N was the only family she had left, and she did not want to lose her so soon, especially to some man. Forcing a smile upon her face, Daenerys tried to hide the distaste she felt towards her own selfishness. “That is good. Family must stick together”.
As the hours slipped away, Y/N and Robb were spending their last night together in the library. Robb and his men were set to leave tomorrow— all discussions and plans made with Daenerys were finalized. Robb, sitting across the room, was enamored as Y/N read to him out loud. It was a couple nights ago that they created this little routine; Y/N would read to him, and he would give his input at certain scenes. Right now, however, he was not paying attention to what was happening in the story. He was trying to memorize her gentle sweet voice, the way her lips moved with each syllable she said. Finishing a passage, Y/N put the book down to ask Robb his view.
“I can not lie to you. I was not paying attention”. Mouth agape, she pretended to be upset, throwing the small pillow she had next to her. Robb caught the cushion, letting out a hearty laugh that rumbled deep within his chest. Standing up, he walked across the room to her, placing the pillow behind her back. He knew she liked to read in comfort. Y/Ns’ smile was warm, spreading even more across her face at the words Robb spoke next, “You have a pretty voice”. Shyly looking down, she quietly thanked him. Robb’s compliments towards her only continued, “And a beautiful face”.
Biting her lip, she was readying herself to change the topic, but he only continued more. “I remember when I saw you for the first time”, he sat down beside her, sharing body warmth now, “I truly thought I had never seen a more beautiful woman before in my life”. Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes softly and replying in a joking matter “And then you saw my sister and I was the second most beautiful woman you had seen in your life”. Her heart quickened up when she looked up at him, no humor present on his face, only showing seriousness. “No”, he whispered, “you were still the most captivating and breathtaking beauty I’d seen”. Silence filled the room. Without a word, he reached out, his fingers interlacing with hers. “I leave tomorrow”, he spoke of the one thing they both had refused to acknowledge. “That you are”, Y/N said, her main focus placed upon their hands. Drawing small comforting circles into her skin, he asked her what she had planned for her future.
“My future is a mystery”, Y/N sighed heavily, “Regardless, I will continue to stand by Daenerys and be with her when she retakes the throne. She told me that she was going to bestow the Targaryen name upon me, but I’m not sure that is what I want”. Confusion etched Robbs’ features, questioning her meaning. Her face gave away a gloomy look, “I have never really been fond of my Targaryen blood. Daenerys is the only good thing that has come out of it”, she said truthfully, “I’ve gone long enough without a household name, so I don’t see the point in having one”. A smile graced her lips as she looked at him, “I won’t lie, it is a small yearn of mine. To belong somewhere and become a part of something special”.
A pregnant pause filled the room. The only sound being heard was the burning of the fireplace. Y/Ns’ laughter echoed through the room; Robbs’ next statement finding humor within her.
“You can become a Stark”.
Shaking her head, almost wanting to wipe the imaginary tears in her eyes, she continued her fits of giggles. “And how can I do that- “
Robbs’ next sentence caused all laughter within her to cease, her breath getting stuck in her chest. “By marrying me”, he said.
Another pregnant pause. Y/N stared at him in shock, becoming a stuttering mess, “R-Robb, I…”. Before she could finish, he cut her off, taking both her hands into his now, “I plead that you allow me to speak first”, he smiled but looked ready to cry, “I have never felt the way I have when I am with you. You truly have stolen my heart, and I don’t plan on asking for it back. Come with me to Winterfell— become my wife, my queen”. With affection, he raised her hand and placed a gentle, lingering kiss on it, “Grant me the wish to spend the rest of my life with you”. Robb had poured his emotions out into his speech, mistakenly only imagining what he wanted her reply to be. He was not prepared for what Y/N said next.
“No.”
Furrowing his eyes, he dropped one of her hands but still held the other. Shaking his head, he began to apologize profoundly, “I-I’m sorry. I thought maybe there was something between us. Did I ask too soon?”, he looked desperate in front of her, “I can take back the proposal. I can court you properly if that is what you wish – “
“No. No, Robb”, Y/N let her hand drop from his, both now becoming colder by the second, “I can’t marry you”.
The tension crackled in the air as Y/N words hung between them, heavy and unresolved. The room felt suffocating, each second stretching into an eternity. Robb’s jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the ground, struggling to contain his emotions and appear unaffected, “Can I ask why?”. Y/N bit her lip, her own emotions consuming her, never wanting more than to cry. “Robb,” she sobbed, “marrying me— being with me would only bring you hell”. Shaking his head, Robb grabbed ahold of her face, staring into her eyes, “What nonsense do you speak of? That can be far from the truth”. Y/N wanted to push his hands off her but was brought warmth by his touch, “But it’s the truth. My presence alone carries a curse. All those I have cherished have been harmed and taken from me”, he delicately removed the tears that were dropping from her eyes, “I’m not supposed to fall in love with you”.
Robb didn’t know what to say, how exactly to comfort her. His only reply being, “there is no such thing as a curse”, which angered her to some extent. Standing abruptly, she screamed out in sorrow, “Yes there is! My mother, my first love, my home— everyone suffered because of me!”, she started hyperventilating, burying her face in her hands, sobs echoing through the room, “You have suffered enough Robb. I do not wish to cause you more misery”. Robb sprang up quickly and encircled her with an arm, drawing her in for a reassuring embrace. As she cried, he felt her body quiver against his chest. He rubbed her back in gentle circles, giving her a feeling of comfort and safety. “Shhh…”, he tried soothing her, “Even if there is a curse, I won’t let it get to me, or you. I will protect you with entire life; you will never be subjected to such pain”, he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her head, “I can’t let you go— living out the rest of my life thinking “what if?”.
Shaking her head, she gently pushed him away, “No, Robb”. Y/N stared at him, her eyes reflecting her inner sadness, “This is for my protection and yours. I would not have the strength in me to live if something happened to you”. Walking swiftly towards the door, she ceased her movements when Robb called out to her.
“Y/N. You deserve better”, he spoke truthfully and with sorrow, “You can’t live like this. Someone as extraordinary as you deserves to be happy. To be loved”.
She gripped the door handle, almost hurting her own hand from the pressure. Turning her head, she offered him a pained smile, “Maybe you’re right”, she opened the door, “But such fine things were not made for me in this lifetime”. And she was gone.
Y/N was unable to sleep the rest of the night, tossing and turning in her bed. Come morning, she mentally prepared herself for a conversation she knew she had to make. Standing in front of the chamber rooms Robb occupied, she knocked. A few seconds later, he opened the door, clear surprise on his face at her presence.
“Hi”, she spoke softly. Robb did not verbally reply to her greeting; opting to nod to her instead. “May I come in?”, she asked, and Robb moved to the side to allow her to enter. Looking at him, his tunic was unlaced— a clear indication she had interrupted him in the middle of dressing up. Y/N was informed that Robb and his men were to leave early morning; all they had to do was suit up and prepare their ships, and then he would be gone.
Facing him entirely, she gestured to his packed supplies in the corner, “I came to wish you a safe journey. I enjoyed our time together”. Robb registered her words, taking a deep breath, “Thank you, my lady”. She didn’t have the strength to correct him. All the while, Robb was struggling to tie up the last laces of his tunic. His hands were shaking. Walking slowly to him, she reached for his hands, moving them away to replace them with hers, “Allow me”. Robb felt a fire ignite inside him as her gentle touch sent a chill down his spine. Focused on her work, Y/N laced up the complex pattern, her breath quickening as her fingertips touched his bare chest. Finishing up the last lace, she patted his chest and smiled up at him, “There. All done”. She only took one step back before Robb wrapped his arm around her waist, pushing her back to him. Y/N gaze softened, a silent acknowledgement passing between them. Slowly and hesitantly, she placed her hand upon his cheek, caressing him. Stretching her neck, she placed a small kiss on his lips, pulling away in mere seconds before either of them could comprehend it. Robb did the same; the two now sharing their second kiss.
For a while, they stood in each other’s embrace in silence. Robb took the next step, closing the small distance and cupping her face in his hands. With a mixture of yearning and desire, she leaned into his touch, gazing up at him as her heart ached. Reaching down, he kissed her with longing and tenderness. Y/N reciprocated right away, moving her mouth with his to match his rhythm. This kiss was longer, both wanting to savor the moment a bit more. The kiss had started off slowly but quickly came alive as they both deepened it. Robb fingers wove into her hair, pulling her closer to him; despite being as physically close as possible. Y/Ns’ body felt on fire; Robb’s touch both gentle yet firm as he traced her body with his other hand. Gasping into his mouth, she was taken by surprise (but did not fight off) at Robb picking her up by the thighs— walking to the small table in his room and dropping her on it. Opening her legs widely, he stood between them, both breathing heavily as they’re lips continued pressing together. Y/N did not know what to do with her hands, moving them all across his body and landing upon his hair, tugging slightly at his roots. Robb was the same; still opting to trace his hands across her thighs and up her breasts— igniting a moan out of her moth that he swallowed with his. Both their lips parted slightly, allowing them to slip their tongues into each other’s.
The room was heating up by the second. The only sounds that could be heard were their muffled groans and heavy breathing. Parting away, Y/N went to work to unlace his tunic— undoing her work. There was some urgency in the way her hands moved, Robb staring at her, intoxicated by her face contoured in rapture. He went straight for her dress, moving the fabric down to expose her shoulders, planting kisses on her. Y/N let out a loud whimper; the feeling of Robb biting into her neck sending a jolt of pleasure and goosebumps over her body. Grabbing his jaw, she returned her attack on his lips; their kiss now getting sloppier by the second, teeth almost clashing against. Y/N was readying herself to further pull her dress down but was interfered by Robb pulling away. Almost desperate like, she chased his lips but was denied.
“No,” Robb spoke, almost sounding to be in pain. His breath was ragged, chest moving up and down and fist clenched to his side, “Not like this”. Y/Ns’ common sense returned, slightly embarrassed that her hunger for him had taken over her completely. She was thankful that Robb had the strength and respect to keep her virtue safe. A few moments passed and their breathing became stable once again. Y/N watched as Robb gazed down at her, his lips red and bruised. Taking a hold of her face in his hand, Robb placed his forehead against her, “I love you”. Y/N could do nothing but nod, wrapping her arms around his torso, “I know”.
He smiled sheepishly at her, caressing her cheek, “Write to me at least. Please. Write to me about anything…even if you have nothing to talk about. I will always send a reply back. I promise”. She gave him a tight-lipped smile, kissing his hand lightly, “I’ll try”. Robb knew she was lying. As they held each other’s gaze, time appeared to stop and the outside world became less significant. With one last kiss to her temple, Robb picked up his belongings and went out the door.
Y/N waited a decent number of minutes to pass before she exited the room— making sure there were no prying eyes around. She was hurrying towards her own chambers; wanting to be alone and allowed let all her tears fall free. She didn’t make it far, stopping in her movements at the sound of someone calling her name.
“Y/N”, Daenerys called out at the end of the hallway. Approaching her, she offered her sister a happy smile, “I was looking all over for you. I came to see if you wanted to bid the North men a goodbye- “, Daenerys stopped talking momentarily. Her eyes taking in Y/N disheveled appearance, and the obvious love mark on her neck. “But I can see you must’ve already given your farewell to the King in the North”, she teased.
Y/N nodding, staring down at the ground with her hands picking at the skin around her nails, “Yes, I have. So, I have no need to bid them a further goodbye. If you excuse me, I will retire for the day”. She was barley able to turn her body around before Daenerys grabbed hold of her forearm. “Hold on”, Daenerys said letting out a low chuckle, “It is still early morning. Why would you retire so soon- “. Her amusement dwindled into silence, fully grasping the emotions displayed on her little sisters’ face. “What’s wrong? What happened?”, she inquired anxiously and hastily, “Did that Stark boy do something to you?”, now anger appearing in her voice. Y/N was quick to deny her accusations, “No. He did nothing. It’s what I’ve done to him”. The queen placed a comforting embrace around her sisters’ figure, soothing her hair. “He offered me a marriage proposal, Dany” she sobbed into her shoulders, “And I told him no. I broke his heart”. Daenerys said nothing to the information given to her. A short interval of silence ensured; disrupted by Daenerys taking in a deep breath.
“Do you love him?”.
She hadn’t expected such a direct question from Daenerys, especially about something she had been trying to conceal. Y/N hesitated for a moment— deciding there was no use in denying it, “I do”.
The older sister pulled away, smiling down lovingly at her, “Then why not go be with him?”. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, stumbling over her words, “Because I promised to stick by your side. To help you,” she defended. Staring back at the floor, Y/N inhaled deeply, “Because I am cursed- “
“That is a load of shit”, Daenerys cut in. Y/N gaped at her older sister in disbelief for her vulgar language directed at her. Daenerys persisted with her speech, “You are not cursed, Y/N. Our history might show that our ancestors without the inherited Targaryen traits suffered greatly, but that does not mean all of them will”. Putting both hands on her shoulder, she reassured Y/N, “I know that in their lives they were still able to experience contentment and love. And you should too”.
Whispering softly, Daenerys hold on her sister tightened, “You've gone through a lot, and life has made it difficult to look past your own suffering, I won't deny that. But you need not forget the positive impact that you have on others around you. You undoubtedly brought happiness and love into the lives of your mother as well as those from your pas, and me toot. I'm even more positive that you introduced that into Robb Starks' life as well”.
Daenerys took a moment to recover after her extended address; watching Y/N register every world she spoke. Placing a gentle hand on her face, Daenerys gave her final say, “So, why not go be with him?”.
Y/N expression mirrored her surprise at what she heard. Shaking her head, she repudiated, “B-But what about you? My promise to you- “. She was cut off once again. “I’ve been thinking it over”, Daenerys began, “And I’ve asked too much from you. You are my only family and I wish to keep you by me, but your life is not mine. You control it”. Y/N held her breath, a small tear forming in her eyes. A sense of déjà vu had come to her— those were similar words her own mother had told her. Daenerys smiled widely at her, taking both her hands into her own, “If I am to be a good queen and rule with fairness”, she gave her hand a gentle squeeze, “I should let you live your life. As your queen, I give you the order to go live a life of happiness with the man you love”. She sustained the cheerful curve of her lips, “Go to him— go be with him in the North. A change of scenery can be good, don’t you think?”.
Y/N didn’t answer her question; instead, she sprang and encircled her sister in a warm hug. “Thank you, Dany,”, she expressed her heartfelt thanks. Daenerys words had opened her eyes; Y/N was not brought into this world to fear it— she was brought in it to appreciate its gifts. The gifts being family, happiness, and love. Daenerys suppressed a laugh that wanted to escape her lips. Pushing the girl slightly, she encouraged her further, “Now go and tell him. Rhaegal will be sad but he’ll live”. Y/N was quick to turn and follow after Robb, but stopped abruptly at Daenerys calling out to her.
“Don’t marry him too soon”. Panic coiled in the pit of her stomach at the thought that Daenerys was taking back what she said. The older sister waved her hand, shooing the girl away, “I just meant that I wish to be present at the wedding. Now, go”.
Robb stood beside a couple of his men and advisor at Dragonstone’s port. He watched his men load up the ships, trying to listen to what his advisor was saying but his mind was elsewhere. He came here to acquire the Dragon Queen as his ally— and now he leaves with that success and a broken heart. He traced back the memory of their times together, the warmth of her hands completely enclosing his, the way her eyes sparkled with every grin. A longing buried deep in his chest arose with every thought of Y/N. It was a bittersweet anguish. His advisor next to him cleared his throat, grabbing his attention when he nudged Robbs’ side, “Your grace”. Following the direction of his advisor’s eyesight, his own landed on Y/N— clearly out of breath and showing urgency.
“Y/N”, he called out. Robb was quick to grab ahold of her forearms, inspecting her body for any signs of injury, “Are you okay? Is there something wrong?” he asked, concern shown deep in his eyes. Y/N nodded her head, calming down her breathing as she watched his men leave to give them privacy. Staring up at him, she confessed, “I will not write to you”. Robbs’ brows drew together in a frown, feeling as though she was taking a jab at his sorrows. A normal reaction would be to spit fire back, but he was too in love with her.
Swallowing thickly, he responded, “I figured that already- “
“No, let me finish” she interrupted him, “I will not write to you…because I am coming with you”. His eyes widened in disbelief at the statement— not given time to properly respond once again. Swallowing the lump in her throat, her palms grw clammy, “Robb…I love you”. At last, he managed to respond, "You do?" with a tone that hinted at both surprise and joy. Y/N nodded, vulnerability showing in the blush of her cheeks and grabbing a hold of his hand, “Yes. I should’ve told you from the start and I should’ve said yes to your proposal- “, she sucked in a trembling breath, “I care about you deeply and I’ve never felt this much love for anyone”. Y/Ns’ heart raced as her words lingered in the crisp morning air. With a subtle shake of her head, she redirected the conversation. “Though I’ve come to see the foolishness in it; I still don’t know if my curse is real or not. All I know is that I wish to spend every minute— every second of my life with you”. Biting her lip gently, she broke eye contact with him, “It is a big risk, I kno- “.
“A risk I am willing to take”, Robb finally cut her off, “I would do anything for you.” In their moment of confession, they wrapped each other in a tight embrace. With their foreheads resting against each other's, a warm yet hesitant smile spread across Y/N face. “So,” she spoke shyly, “is that tour of Winterfell still up for grabs?”
Robb reciprocated her smile with his own, gently lifting his hands to touch her bottom lip. “Yes. It still is” he breathed out, “And my proposal too”. With a gentle tilt of her head, Y/N moved in closer, “Then I say you take me to Winterfell and make me your wife”. Their lips meet in a tender and heartfelt kiss— all their troubles now resolved. A quiet vow of eternity was spoken as their lips moved in rhythm. A familiar roar was heard; Y/N breaking the kiss and laughing as she took notice of Rhaegal in the sky. Robb found himself smiling even more at the sight of her joy; pulling her closer to him.
A cheeky grin formed across her face, “I think Lady of Winterfell has a nice ring to it, don’t you?”
Robb chuckled, caressing her face, “I think Queen of Winterfell sounds nicer. I also think the title of “Robb Starks’ Wife” suits you even more”. Y/N jokingly jabbed her elbow into his side, slightly squeaking as Robb reclaimed her lips in his. They both were filled with excitement and anticipation for what their future together awaited.
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Idk if you’re familiar with the show the bodyguard (it’s a british crime drama w richard madden in the lead about a politician whose being threatened and his character has to protect her and they’re both opposites of each other but due to the high tensions and stress levels they grow closer and Things ™️ happen) but I’m thinking about something similar w ghost 👀 reader is a target who needs to be protected bc she’s idk a witness? A key player in a conspiracy, basically someone who is of value to the wrong people. At first ghost, her designated protector, and reader headbutt a lot bc she’s headstrong and thinks she knows it all and hates the forced arrangement bc she wants her autonomy back, and he is pissed she doesn’t seem to have a clue how serious the situation is and how she underestimates everything and overestimates herself. Cue to her almost getting caught by the enemy (and whyyy did my mind just made that up to be konig omg just imagine that behemoth of a man hunting you down making it his life’s mission to catch you no matter what 🥵😓 ) and getting hurt badly but being saved nonetheless and then all the feels and angst and pining come to a conclusion 😩🫶🏻🤍
anyway Idek I’m sleep deprived and I just want our battle hardened boi to gradually fall head over heels for damsel in distress!Reader and save and protect her bc yeah that dynamic even though it’s cliche is just hot af lbr 🤷🏼♀️ knight in shining armor but you mistake him for the dragon first type of beat
sorry for rambling in your inbox but I love your work, I would love to see your take on this if it held your interest and if it didn’t it’s all good either way!❣️👩❤️💋👩
Hiiii! I just wanted to let you know that
1. I haven't ignored this request and
2. JEEESUS haha I got totally carried away... I'm making a 3 chapter fic of this as we speak because all the banter and steam just won't fit into a oneshot 😮💨🫢🫦
3. The first chapter will be posted soon(ish)!
4. Also no I haven't seen this show but I won't let it stop me!
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Soooo I have not seen the new Eternals movie BUT I can already say this based off of tik tok and everywhere else on social media:
Who we thought was gonna steal our hearts 👇🏼
Who actually did 👇🏼
I’m 100% a simp for Druig and I haven’t even seen the movie… I’m scared of whats gonna happen WHEN I ACTUALLY DO WATCH IT. Am I gonna simp harder for this man?? 😭😭
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Ikaris from Eternals x reader where he falls in love with someone who doesn’t believes he should lead
a little faith
pairing: ikaris x gn!eternal!reader
summary: ikaris is finally content in your relationship when you betray him in front of the other eternals.
warnings: slight angst (if you count ikaris taking himself way too seriously) and fluff, hurt/comfort, some tense dialogue
reader pronouns: they/them
word count: 2k
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Ikaris was a damn fool.
He had actually believed for a moment that the two of you could be happy together. That you were his person. He had let his guard down and you had stabbed him in the back. In front of all of the Eternals.
The two of you had gravitated towards each other early on, you being drawn to his strong sense of justice and duty, and him being drawn to the way that you stood resolute in your beliefs. You didn’t back down even when you were outnumbered; in physical or intellectual battles.
Ikaris would never admit it to anyone but he always felt a bit isolated amongst the Eternals. He was always the strong and serious one. The one who came up with the plans while the rest of them all hung out and joked around and had fun. If they were a family, he was the stern father.
And then, you’d started bridging that gap. You’d included him in the jokes and the conversations, and, the thing that warmed his heart the most - you’d asked his advice when it really mattered.
Being an Eternal, and an isolated one at that, Ikaris had never really had someone be vulnerable with him, let alone someone to be vulnerable with himself. That was when his feelings for you had emerged. When you had slowly but surely forced him to open his heart and lay his soul bare.
…
Ikaris had first asked you out under the pretense that he needed to discuss your recent mission, but it became quickly apparent to you that he just wanted to spend time with you away from the others:
“Would you care to join me for a walk?”
You had nodded. His heart had skipped a beat.
The two of you spent hours talking. About your empathy for humans. About his unwavering faith in Arishem. By the time you made it back to the Domo, a crowd of Eternals acted casually in the hull, but their curious eyes gave them away.
You parted ways and as you headed to your room, you heard a muffled comment from Kingo before Ikaris’ low grumble “Don’t push me Kingo. Not unless you want to take this outside.”
“I think you’ve had enough fresh air for one night, big guy.”
You chuckled to yourself. No way Kingo was going to willingly fight Ikaris. He’d learn to keep his snarky comments to himself.
Ajak, noticing your bond, had started to pair the two of you in battle. It had worked perfectly, Ikaris serving as your lookout, and you delivering secondary blows when Ikaris knocked Deviants out from the sky.
You had bonded in what little spare time you had as well, spending every moment that you could going for walks, spending time with the villagers in each dwelling you inhabited, and deepening your connection. Ikaris had been just about ready to propose, convinced of his potentially infinite future with you, when you betrayed him and shattered his heart into a million pieces.
It had happened during an Eternals meeting. Ajak had called you all into the main dining area of your current village and had unsettled you with her proposed agenda.
“I am concerned that, in the event that I am no longer around, or if I have to go away, there is no one to succeed me. To lead you all. I am interested in who you all feel should take my place in these circumstances.”
A hushed silence settled over the room.
“I would be most comfortable with Ikaris leading us. His unwavering faith in Arishem’s plan and his dedication to us all reassures me that we’d be in safe hands with him in charge.” Sersi offered before adding, “If you weren’t here, Ajak, of course.”
She nodded. “Thank you, Sersi. Anyone else?”
Makkari stepped forward, and signed. “I think we’re safest with Thena. She’s literally a Goddess of War. Besides, we work well with a strong woman at the helm.”
She winked at Ajak, who smiled warmly. The sentiment was lost the moment Kingo opened his mouth.
“I nominate myself. It’s important that the face of the Eternals is a handsome one.”
Everyone rolled their eyes at Kingo’s vanity. Sprite laughed it off before patting the poor delusional Eternal on the shoulder in pity.
Ajak tried again. “Does anyone else have any helpful suggestions?”
You pushed away from the wall you were leaning on. “Why don’t we just vote? We’ll go around and vote against each Eternal, and whoever has the most votes can be the leader.”
“Great idea, y/n.” Ajak began. “Is everyone in agreement?”
There were scattered nods, so Ajak continued. The votes were tallied and you were flattered to find that Thena, Phastos, Gilgamesh, and, to your surprise, Druig, had all voted for you to lead.
By the time you all had to decide whether to vote for Ikaris, Druig was in the lead with only Sersi, Ikaris, and Sprite not voting for him.
Ikaris tied pretty quickly, and then the deciding vote was up to you.
The body language of the two Eternals up for leadership was borderline amusing to you. Ikaris stood proud, so sure that he had already won. Meanwhile, you could see the glimmer of insecurity in Druig’s eyes. You wondered if he had even expected to get this far, and you could tell he thought your loyalty lay with Ikaris.
He thought wrong.
With all of the Eternals’ eyes on you, your arm remained firmly by your side. “I’m sorry Ikaris, but my vote is with Druig.”
The energy in the room shifted from calm acceptance to chaos. By the expression on Druig’s face, it would have appeared to an outsider like you had proposed. Well that, or bought him a lifetime supply of twinkies. On the other side of the room, the depth of emotion on Ikaris’ face made you shiver with dread. He was furious, but you continued; determined that they would hear you out. You were never one to back down when stating your views, after all.
“My values align with Druig’s, I feel that it is our duty to protect humankind by way of ensuring that peace prevails over war. I can’t sit back and watch their needless conflicts any more than Druig can, and while I know Ikaris is the natural choice for a leader, I know that his duty to Arishem stands resolute above all else.”
Druig was clearly shocked, and thanked you with a gentle nod of respect. Ajak attempted to calm Ikaris to no avail. He flew out of the room, eyes raging. It was clearly taking a substantial portion of his strength not to use his laser beams to blast the room in fury.
He did not look at you as he left.
…
It had been a few days since your public “betrayal” of Ikaris, and he had not spoken to you since. You had expected him to take your vote badly, but you missed him and were deeply worried about him.
In some of your most vulnerable conversations with each other, he had confessed to you his loneliness and isolation - how he felt no one in the Eternals understood him, or even took the time to try, until you. And what had you done? Betrayed his trust in front of the very people he felt he had to put on a show of pride for. Curse your damn morals.
You wished you were more spineless, that you could keep your mouth shut. But you knew Arishem made you this way for a reason. Ikaris needed someone to challenge him. That’s the reason the two of you had gotten along so well. That was where your chemistry lay. And you were determined to get him back.
As you turned on your heels, ready to face him and to force the uncomfortable conversation until you had both come out of it ready to move forward, Druig nudged you as he walked past, “Battle in ten, suit up.”
You groaned. Great. None of the Eternals took battles lightly. Every battle was uncertain, and anyone could be lost at any moment. You privately thanked Arishem each time all of you made it back to the Domo with battle wounds but alive.
A sudden wave of panic erupted in the depths of your stomach. You had an awful feeling. You were not excited about going into battle without having made amends with Ikaris.
You quickly suited up and found Ajak.
“Ajak, please-���
She put a hand on each of your shoulders. “y/n, of course I’m still pairing you and Ikaris. The two of you work best as a team and he needs to realise that we can’t afford for hurt feelings to potentially compromise the safety of the humans we were created to protect.”
You nodded, reassured for the moment that maybe it would all be okay. That you were being irrational.
…
You were not being irrational. The Deviants had somehow evolved. There were more of them, and they were merciless.
You had been balancing fighting the Deviants with everything you had while simultaneously keeping an eye on Ikaris who refused to acknowledge you even in the heart of battle.
He was mainly fighting on the ground today. You were thankful for this both as it helped you stay aware of his location, and also because even your agility was being tested by the evolved Deviants.
Halfway through the battle, you briefly lost sight of him while performing a tumbling maneuver to confuse a particularly persistent Deviant and panicked.
Desperately scanning your surroundings, you caught sight of him just in time to sprint, flip onto the back of the Deviant approaching from behind him and pull it away from Ikaris before sending a cosmic blast into the back of the Deviant’s skull.
“Thanks.” He turned and looked at you, puzzled. “You saved me?”
You rolled your eyes, “You know, Ikaris, a little faith in me would do you some good.”
He scoffed. “Right. That’s funny coming from the person who proved how little faith they have in me mere days ago.”
“Really? How long are you going to hold that against me?”
“As long as I damn well want, y/n.” He replied, the venom in his voice like a knife repeatedly stabbing your chest. “You betrayed me. You know how I feel about the other Eternals and you go against me like that? I thought I knew you.”
A Deviant approached and you fought it as you shouted your reply. “You do know me, Ikaris. I’m the same person you had all those conversations with. The same person you said you admired for their unwavering beliefs. I thought you were better than this.”
You finished off the Deviant and turned to Ikaris with a pointed look. “Childish resentment doesn’t look good on you.”
“Well maybe I didn’t take too kindly to the person I’m in love with telling me they don’t believe in me.”
You gasped. “W-what? You love me?”
He rolled his eyes. An action that quickly morphed into a blast of laser beams as a Deviant charged at him. “Of course I do. You’re the only person that’s ever believed in me. That’s ever accepted me for who I am. Well, at least I thought you did.”
“I can love you and also think you’re not the best person to lead us, you know.”
His eyes widened. For a moment, all his attention was on you. “You love me back?”
You nodded, a slight smile teasing at your lip as you mirrored his words. “Of course I do.”
A Deviant roared as it ran to the space between you both. You looked at each other and smirked, taking it on together - Ikaris from above, you from the ground. You were a team again, and you knew he had forgiven you.
…
As the battle concluded, you walked back to the Domo hand in hand.
As you smiled up at him, Ikaris knew. He was a damn fool…for nearly letting you go.
a/n: hello lovely, thank you for your request! it was a bit of a challenge to write for Ikaris but one that I really enjoyed. I hope that this story is everything that you wanted it to be ❤️
to all my lovely followers, thank you for your patience with this story! I’ll continue working through my requests in the order I receive them. as always, please feel free to request 🤍
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Sleepless
Robb Stark x Gender neutral! Reader
A/N: I have just started rewatching game of thrones and ugh seeing robb again made my heart all messy so i bought you this quickly written short one shot of mine.. enjoy!
Word count: 678
Warning/s: None? Just fluff because I want to give that man all the love he deserves 😤
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“What are you doing up my love?”
At the mere sound of your voice Robb found himself pausing his movements, lifting up his quill from the parchment before taking a glance at you by the door.
“(Y/N).. I thought you were asleep?” He posed, turning his chair to fully face you.
“I was, until I didn’t feel you beside me that is.” You said, pointing your head towards him.
You knew Robb felt uneasy ever since the passing of his father and him being the new King in The North. It placed a lot of pressure on him and you witnessed first hand on how much he doubted himself when you both were away from the public, from people cheering him on to be the greatest to him rarely believing in himself that he’s got it all together.
You, of course, remarkably supported your loving husband. You were there when he had sleepless nights, the nights were he’d get nightmares, the ones where it got worse to the point that you’d catch him drinking himself away to drown out his thoughts and everything around him. But tonight seemed like the usual ones, him doing what needed to be done and almost sleeping at day with all the duty he had yet to accomplish.
“Deeply sorry for awakening you my love.” He said with a sigh. You nodded, already forgiving him even before he said his apologies.
Walking towards your husband, you stopped in front of him and he gave you an inquiring look by the raise of his eyebrow. You laughed, oh how you had such a handsome man in your life.
Your laugh seemed to relieve his nerves as he smiled widely, hands instinctively grabbing your waist and pulling you up to him on his lap. You cupped his face in your hands, stroking his growing stubble with your thumb.
His grip on your waist tightened as you adjusted yourself, afraid that you’ll leave any time soon.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered looking right at him with a small smile. He loosened his grip as you kissed his forehead.
“Although I’m afraid I might have to take you with me back to our chambers young man.” You teased as he laughed.
He opened his mouth to protest and say there was too many work but you were quick to respond.
“Hmm I don’t think so, work can wait,” You travelled your hands behind his head and played with his hair “but you, my dear, need sleep.”
You let out a satisfied hum when you heard him sigh as you massaged his scalp.
“Alright alright, you’ve got me.” He spoke, accent thicker than earlier, he moves his hands on both of your legs to secure you as he stood up. Quickly wrapping your legs around his waist, you cupped his face again and delicately kissed him to which he responded with the same fondness.
Finally reaching your chambers, he carefully set you down as he made himself comfortable
After a while you both were huddled besides each other, blanket keeping both of yourselves warm as he absentmindedly traced shapes on your back.
“If you decide to stay out late again you better tell me, I can at least accompany you.” You said looking up at him.
“I will, but it’s unnecessary my dear.”
“Hush, nothing’s unnecessary when it’s with you, I’d do everything for you and I’d do everything with you.” You said placing your hand on his chest.
That earned you a kiss on the forehead from him. “Thank you for staying by my side (Y/N). Wonder what I’d be when I hadn’t met you.”
“Oh goodness, you’d probably be still in your office cooped up with your quill rather than with me.” You joked.
“Probably.” His response came with a laugh.
“Alright, let’s sleep now shall we my love? We have a long day tomorrow.” You cooed, hugging him and burying your face on his chest.
“Aye, goodnight my best beloved.” He said and pulled up the blankets as he tugged you closer than ever.
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Robb Stark 🤝 Sansa Stark
Northern Independence
#sansa stark#robb stark#game of thrones#gotsansastark#sophie turner#richard madden#house stark#gotrobbstark#got edit#i might write a oneshot fanfic on them reuniting or something idk
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Richard Madden
Wallpaper
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Anyway, I'm writing Snapshot!Richard because I need some serotonin. This man has a choke hold on me and im not afraid to admit it.
#hopefully this oneshot would be up today#or tomorrow#richard madden#snapshot fic#beananacake writes
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Stealing Time
Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x fem!Reader
Summary: Weddings should be an event full of joy and happiness for everyone involved. Especially for the bride and groom, who are the main focal point of it all. So, what is the reason for celebrations if they both have gone missing?
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v, dirty talk, etc.
Word count: 3933
Additional: M/H/N stands for Maid of Honors Name.
A soft melody of a strong quartet could be heard through the air like a soft breeze as more guests continued to arrive. The venue was decorated with fairy lights that cascaded down, a crystal chandelier in the middle of it all, creating an inviting and dreamy atmosphere. The celebratory music pulsated on the dance floor, enticing visitors to sway and swirl in a joyful celebration. The air was filled with laughter and lively discussions that mixed with the sound of glasses clinking as toasts were being offered in honor of the newlyweds.
The only problem was that neither one of them were present in the room.
Catelyn Stark, mother of the groom, stood scanning the room next to the wedding planner— a young girl who looked to be on the verge of pulling out her hair. Catelyn could hear the small anxious mutters of “we’re off schedule now” as the girl kept analyzing the clipboard she held in her hand. Excusing herself from the girl and her husband, Catelyn went towards the hallways connecting to the venue. She was stopped in her travels by a distant relative on her husbands’ side, smiling at the old man.
“Catelyn!” he greeted heartily. “Where is that boy of yours? I haven’t seen him or the new Mrs.”. He let out a great laugh, holding onto his rounded beer belly for support. Catelyn returned the laugh, nodding at his question, “I was just about to go get him. I’ll be right back”.
She turned around; the sound of her heels clicking on the shiny floor echoed, causing any guests in her path to quickly shift aside. Catelyn walked with a confident stance, her chin up, shoulders back, and a big smile covering her face. A smile that was very deceiving and Jon Snow knew this when she came faced with him.
“Where is your brother?”
He stared wide eyed at her, caught off guard by her presence and her question. His face was a ballet of nervousness, revealing the false confidence he was trying so hard to keep up. “I-I, uh… I don’t know...”, Jon shrugged his shoulder, wincing a little at the look she gave him. Catelyn smacked her lips, grabbing a hold of Jons ear, “Don’t lie to me. Where is Robb? The nerve of that boy! Disappearing at his own wedding, and you covering for him. I thought I raised you both better than this!”. The entire time, the bride’s maid of honor had stood next to Jon, witnessing him get a scolding from his mother, but Catelyn could care less about his embarrassment. Before Catelyn could continue her interrogation, she was stopped by the sound of a familiar voice within her distance. “Have you seen Y/N?”.
Turning around, Catelyn saw the mother of the bride asking a family member before she turned and saw her. “Oh, Cat!”, the mother rushed towards her, “Have you seen my daughter? I can’t find her anywhere”.
Putting back on that wide smile, Catelyn turned her head to Jon and the maid of honor. “What a coincidence. I can’t seem to find my son either.”
The two looked like deer’s caught in headlights. Both their words jumbled out fast, inaudible to the human ear. Thinking fast, M/H/N leaped into action, her words both a hasty attempt and holding a somewhat truth to them. “Y/N went to go change from her wedding gown to her reception dress”. Jon nodded vigorously in agreement at her explanation, “A-And Robb wanted to change his shoes”. M/H/N whipped her neck and gave Jon a glare, his add on not helping as Robb did not bring extra shoes. Y/N’s mother did not have time to question any of what they said—being brisked away to go greet a great aunt.
Catelyn stood in front of the two adults once again. She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by their statements.
“Y/N went to go change?”
“Yes”, M/H/N said instantly.
“And Robb went to go change his shoes?”
“Yes”, now it was Jon.
“…and they went together?”
“…yes”, they both replied. Humming to herself, she continued observing them, knowing very well they were hiding something. “How long ago did they leave?”. They once again exchanged looks with one another, face flushed with embarrassment, “Uh, not that long ago…they’ll be here soon”. Catelyn’s skepticism deepened, her eyes darting from M/H/N awkward performance to Jon’s increasingly guilty expression. Letting out a sigh and rubbing her temples, she turned to return to the party, “Fine”.
With one hand tangled in his auburn curls, you panted against Robb’s lips, “mm you’re insane”. Robb chose to ignore your words, his lips choosing to instead attack your neck and his fingers gripping hard on your thigh— surely to leave bruises come morning. Craning your neck back for more easy access, you tried reasoning, “they’re probably looking for us now—“. You couldn’t even finish your sentence, his cock having thrusted into your walls so deep it left you gasping for air, “f-Fuck, Robb!”
He groaned against your neck, his hips moving in rhythm against yours, “Who cares what they’re doing when I get to have you like this to all to myself”. You almost bit your tongue when his hand slipped between the two of you, fingers rubbing at your sweet spot, “Fuck, I love it when you moan my name”.
It was almost close to an hour ago when your maid of honor took you to change out of your wedding dress into your reception dress. Coming out of the dressing room, you were met with both your newly brother-in-law and newly husband. While M/H/N and Jon engaged in some conversation about the band arriving soon, Robb and you took to wrapping each other up in arms. With a huge grin on his face, he planted small kisses all over your face, “My gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, wife”. Laughing at how his stubble tickled against your face, you laid your palm up against his cheek, “Aye, watch the makeup”, quickly giving him a kiss on the lips before pulling away and looking into his blue eyes, “but thank you my very handsome, good-looking, very very very attractive husband”. You two shared a moment of silence and intense gaze before you both broke out in giggles, capturing each other’s lips in one another, moving tendering and deeply. Pulling away, Robb stared down at you, both love in his eyes but also a hint of something else.
“You know you really do look gorgeous. You look equally as beautiful in this dress as you did in your wedding dress”. You thanked him once again but gave him a puzzled look when he said he had other opinions, however.
“And what other opinions are those?”, you said, smiling while waving at a cousin who just entered the building. Turning back to Robb, you noticed the way his eyes had slightly shifted in emotion; something more carnal behind them. Bending down his head towards your ear, he whispered softly, “If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have you naked with my head between your thighs”. His voice brought chills up your spine as he blew a soft gust of air on your earlobe before going back to height. Biting your lip and playing with his tie, you titled your head to the side and chuckled softly “You would, huh?”. His only reply was a nod, watching your every move like hawk and gulping as your fingers started to trail along his neck now. Robb was being unfair; he knew just how much his words had an effect on you. But yours did too. Bringing him down by his tie, you’d thought best to return his teasing—fighting fire with fire.
Slowly, you leaned up, “…I want you inside of me. I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now”. You could hear his breath hitch behind his closed mouth. Both of you were once again stuck in an intense stare down, this time only desire and want in your gazes. You were quick to fix yourself up, distancing yourself a bit from Robb and plastering on an innocent smile as more guests arrived, “Hi. Thank you for coming”. You snickered to yourself; feeling Robbs eyes on your back as he hadn’t moved a single inch from his spot. Jon and M/H/N ended their conversation and turned to face you both, nodding their head in the direction of the main area, “Alright, let’s get going”.
You took one single step before Robb came up behind you, grabbing you by your forearm and pushing you towards his chest. “Actually”, he started, “Y/N told me her dress is bothering her”. M/H/N had stepped up, examining you from head to toe, “Oh, let me help— “. Robb had interrupted her by raising his hand and shaking his head, “No, it’s fine. I got it. Besides, we want to spend some quiet time together, don’t we babe?”. Looking up at him, you quickly assessed the situation and nodded along, “R-right, yeah. We’ll be right back. You guys go and have fun. Who cares about us anyways.”
Jon and M/H/N didn’t have time to argue back— the new couple running down the halls of the building, hand in hand with laughter being echoed throughout it. Jon tsked his tongue, shouting at his brother and sister-in-law who were still in view, “What do you mean who cares about you guys?! This is your wedding!”. They both turned to flip Jon off, turning the corner and disappearing to the next connecting hall. Sighing, Jon rubbed his face as M/H/N came to stand next to him in silence.
“You know there was nothing wrong with her dress”. “… Yeah”.
And that’s how you found yourself with Robb in some random office room in the building of your wedding reception. Robb’s patience was running low as he pushed you up against the wall and against the corner of what some seemed to be some bookshelf. Both your lips hungrily going at each other very frantically. A loud moan was swallowed by his mouth when his fingers went down, pushing your panties to the side and starting to play with your wet folds and opening. Wasting no time, you trailed your hands down towards his belt, quickly trying to undo it. Robb pulled away entirely from you, using the distance to unbutton a bit of his dress shirt and to take off his belt. Breathing heavily, you grabbed him back down by the neck for another kiss, biting his lip and sucking on his tongue. Pulling away, you raised an eyebrow at Robb with a smirk present on your face and his lips darkened and wet with saliva, “I’m almost positive this kind of tradition is reserved for tonight. You know, after the reception, not during”. Robb laughed slightly, pushing up against you and grabbing a hold of your thigh, wrapping your leg around his waist while the other stood for balance. His other hand was used to bunch up the fabric of your white party dress and to pull down one of its straps. “What can I say”, he bit along your neck, “you’re just so damn beautiful. So damn sexy. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back when I saw you walking down that aisle”. His lips returned to yours. This kiss was messy with teeth almost clashing and tongues fighting. Both your hands were everywhere they could be felt; his on your thighs, ass, hips, breasts, and yours on his chest, neck, and back. Pulling away, Robb looked at you from head to toe and gave you a teasing smile, “And what’s all this?”. With both your body movements and clothes shifting, Robb had finally taken noticed of the white lace lingerie you had underneath the entire time of both your wedding dress and your reception dress. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a pointed look, “It was supposed to be for tonight. Way to ruin the surprise”. He pouted mockingly at you and let out a small chuckle, kissing your forehead before his previous lustful look returned, “We can keep it on for now. And for tonight, I’ll just pretend it’s my first time seeing it”.
The way he spoke and stared at you had sent something straight to your burning core and had made you shifted closer to him unconsciously. “Such a gentleman”, you spoke running a thumb along his bottom lip and started kissing him again. With his belt already undone, it only took a few seconds to push down his clothing layers just enough to free his cock. As a brief warning, sliding your panties to the side, he slid his tip through your wet folds for a couple seconds. The whine you let out was all he needed before he pushed entirely inside you. You gasped loudly and screwed your eyes shut as Robb gave you a few seconds to adjust to the sudden fullness. Shaking your head, you bit down on your lip, “Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough”. Robb wasted no time, gripping your thigh and fucking deeply into you, “Ah, fuck”, he moaned out, “you feel so fucking good. My good girl. My fucking wife”. He moved his lips along your collarbone, groaning and biting down. “Mm, fuck” you muffled out as your pussy clenched around his hard cock with every thrust he made. Robb took a second to look down, watching the way you took him in and your sleek and arousal that coated him every time he reentered. He was in heaven. Looking back up, you stared at Robb whose pupils were dilated in rapture with a little sweat coating his forehead. You probably looked the same to him as well. Your standing leg was starting to lose balance, causing you to slightly shift. Robb was quick to grab a hold of you, causing the tip of his cock to hit your most sensitive spot and just what he was looking for. “Hmm!”, you moaned out, “fuck Robb, right there!”, you truly felt like you were seeing stars. He started to fuck into you even faster and harder, increasing his movements, your pussy clenching even more, indicating your release. Eyes rolling back, you let your head fall back against the wall as you let out a mixture of curse words, moans, and Robbs’ name. Your body filled with warmth and pleasure, trembling as Robb held onto you and continued trying to reach his own climax. His movements were starting to get sloppy; you knew he was reaching his dissolve soon. However, he had to stop his movements abruptly; the doorknob to the room shaking vigorously.
Despite having locked the door beforehand, it was Robb’s natural reflex to reach over and hold onto the knob. At the same time doing so, he had let out a groan, and you a squeak as he slightly pushed you with his body. You were caught off balance but were able to hold onto the corner of the bookshelf, giving Robb a glare while he raised his finger up to his lip.
“Is somebody in there?”
Both your eyes widened in mutual shock; mouths agape as you two exchanged a horrified glance. You both recognized that voice as Robb’s Aunt Lysa.
She started banging harshly on the door now, “I know that someone is in there. I can hear you! This is a private event! If the cops need to be called, I have no problem- “.
“It’s me Aunt Lysa”, Robb spoke out, slightly cringing. Your face was flushed red; both because of your current activities and because of shame. Looking down, Robb’s left hand still had your thigh wrapped around his waist and his cock still buried inside you.
“Robb?”, Lysa questioned, “Is that you? Your mother has been looking everywhere for you! What are you doing in there?”
Robb gave you a once-over before clearing his throat, “I’m just…changing”. Your grip on the shelf was losing itself, causing you to readjust and move — which caused you to slightly sink down onto Robb’s cock. He was quick to bite his lip to stop the moan coming from his mouth, almost drawing blood in the process. Robb knew you too well and covered your mouth with his hand, knowing you would do the same. The only probably was that he wasn’t as quick.
“Now, hold on,” Lysa loudly said from the other side of the door, “I can hear another person in there and it sounds like a woman. Robb Stark you may be my nephew but I swear to God if you’re doing what I think your doing - “
“It’s me Mrs. Arryn”, you finally spoke out too. There was a moment of silence from the other end before Lysa started speaking again, “Oh, Y/N. Of course… Your mother was also looking for you…”. There was some awkwardness to her tone as you tried your best to clean up the situation, “I’m just changing too. Robb’s helping me”. Another awkward silence passed, “Of course he is…”. You and Robb gave each other a side glance; it was clear she didn’t believe you two and knew what you two were really doing. “Well”, Lysa began, “I best let you two get back to uh…changing…oh, um, where are the bathrooms?”. Robb was the one to answer her question, “On the other side of the building”. With a quick thank you and goodbye, you could hear the distant sound of her heels from the other side before she was gone entirely.
Turning back to Robb, you slapped his chest, groaning into your hands, “Ughhhh, that was so embarrassing”. He only laughed, making you peek at him from the gaps of your fingers. “What are you laughing at? You heard her; our parents are looking for us, so we better go”. Robb’s only response was to kiss you sloppy, pushing back once more inside you. You gasped into his mouth, his tongue playing with yours. Robb then pulled out of you completely, making you whimper from the sudden emptiness. Grabbing you by the forearm, he dragged you towards the desk in the room, bending you over it, pushing your dress up and your panties down— exposing yourself fully to him. He caressed your ass before smacking it hard; making you huff, “Let them wait a few more minutes”, his fingers played along your glistening folds. Standing up behind you, he pushed himself back into you, thrusting in, and out, and in again. Each time rougher than the other as he stretched out your cunt. Grabbing ahold of your hair and arching your back for him, he spoke into your ear, “This is our special day, isn’t it?”. Your only answer was a loud moan, his fingers being placed in your mouth to suck on. “Besides, I’m not fully done with you”.
About twenty minutes later (some of which took up of M/H/N fixing your makeup and concealing your bite marks), you and Robb entered the main room holding arms. Guests were raising their glasses up to you in cheers— some already clearly starting to get tipsy. A close friend of yours came up to you both, hugging you and giving you your congrats while Robb shook hands with her boyfriend. Once they pulled away and moved aside, you both had clear sight across the room of the one person who was looking for you two the most: Catelyn Stark. To make matters worse, she was also conversing with her sister; both whispering and giving you two the side eye.
“Crap” both you and Robb said in unison, watching Catelyn with her wrath make her way towards you. Your sight was cut off by the wedding planner standing stressed and tired in front of you, “Okay, we can get back on schedule if we just follow with the original plan. Bride, it’s time for the father-daughter dance”. Your ears perked up at the familiar sound of the music you had chosen for this occasion and turned to see your dad already on the dance floor. Turning back to Robb, you gave him a sheepish smile, “Would you look at that… gotta go”. He was quick to grab a hold of your hand, “You can’t leave me. You vowed to be with me through anything”. Pulling your hand back, you raised both hands up in defense, “I had my fingers crossed when I said that”.
Seeing his pouted puppy look made you laugh, quickly blowing him a kiss, “I’m kidding. I love you”, turning to go dance with your father. Robb didn’t even have to turn around— already feeling his mother’s presence behind him. Wrapping arms with him, many passersby would see the scene as a mother coddling her son. But Catelyn was actually pinching Robb’s side, and hard. “You are so vulgar I swear. At your own wedding Robb, really? You couldn’t wait until after?”, she spoke through gritted teeth.
Robb winced a little at the pain, but his eyesight was also focused on you. Smiling and laughing with your father. “Why are you getting only me in trouble? Y/N was equally in on it”. Catelyn could only roll her eyes at her sons’ immature response, “Please, knowing you and knowing her it was probably all your doing”. Staring up at him to continue her scolding, she stopped momentarily at the look in her sons’ eyes. Following his line of vision, she was meet with you. A tender smile graced Catelyn lips. Nothing short of captivating was the way he gazed upon you. His unspoken proclamation of love seemed to go beyond words, and his eyes radiated an undying commitment. “Are you happy?”, she asked Robb. The song was coming close to the end. Robb turned to face his mother, a stern look on his face and nothing but seriousness was his tone, “Yes. I am”. From the corner of his eye, Robb could see your father leading you to him. Standing up higher, Catelyn gave him a quick peck on the forehead, “Good. That’s all I’ve ever wanted”. You and your father came face to face with the both of them, Catelyn giving you a peck on the cheek and your father handing you over to Robb, “She’s all yours’ son,” he patted his shoulder, “take care of her”.
Robb led you to the dance floor where the band had started to play a slower and more romantic song. Swaying to the tempo, you spoke up, “So, was she angry?”. Robb let out a small chuckle, smiling down at you. “She was,” he began, “but she said she’d forgive us if we gave her a grandchild”. Staring at him agape, you slapped his chest with a small gasp, “She did not say that!”. Now you both were laughing. The world around you two seemed to fade into a soft blur as you moved, lost in the embrace of your love. Resting your head against his chest, you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I love you”, Robb spoke up, his hand tenderly placed on the small of your back. Sighing deeply, inhaling his scent and allowing yourself to bask in his warmth, both of you feeling safe in each other’s embrace, you let him know your feelings, “I love you too”.
Enjoying the moment's beauty, you both stayed in each other's arms as the music softly faded into the night. You both understood that this dance was only the start of an endless journey together.
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Leo West #2
Dating Leo West would include...
- Also being a DJ and meeting over the summer at a club you were both preforming at.
- Leo is actually quite clumsy so having to look after him when he injures himself.
- During tour season offical date night had to be put on the back burner but on nights you were both free you would grab dinner at small undiscovered restaurants and enjoy exploring whatever city you were in.
- Joking that Leo was your muse whenever you created new tracks.
- Leo is protective from making sure you eat properly to willing to get into a pub fight if some makes you uncomfortable.
- At first you thought this would just be a summer fling and that once the season was over Leo would forget all about you. But Leo didn't seem to want to lose you.
- Staying up to watch the sunrise together after a long night of work.
- tickle fights
- You're getting a little older so loving that domestic feel your relationship has.
- Facetiming all the time if one of you was away.
- Basically being fucking adorable together!
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Hi! First of all I jut want to say you're an amazing writer darling! And second, I don't know If you are familiar w Richard Madden? But If you are and feel comfortable writting It could I request a cute fluff piece of the reader flying back to Richard's christmas cottage and his family is there and make her feel welcomed and everything? Thank you love!
thank you so so so much!! you are just the sweetest. admittedly i haven’t seen any of richard’s projects besides rocketman and a few clips from game of thrones.. but i’ve seen/read a ton of his interviews and some via taron out of curiosity so i’m totally up for writing him! thanks so much for your request and i hope it’s alright! more under the cut per usual ♡
Richard is a family man. That much was obvious with how beat red and nervous he was to ask you to fly back with him for the holidays. He was doing that thing where he picks at his palm before he even mustered the courage to ask, and that’s when you knew something was up. You always find it funny how he’s often painted as this big hunk of hollywood sex appeal and manly wrath, but he’s so sweet and genuine. And once he bursts through his bubble of smiley anxiety, he’s on a roll and oh man, is he a sight and a vision. That’s when he lives up to that promise of charm, that gleaming smile. Nothing can stop him then. When he asks, you have your hands on his forearms, offering comfort and a little emphasis for your yes yes yes, a thousand times yes.
So, you and Rich pack your bags and Scotland is exactly how you pictured it based on the Madden family photos and travel commercials. It’s a bit like England, you think, lots of cobble and stone and thinly trimmed grass. Richard seems at near complete ease here, and that rubs right off on you. You watch as he flies through customs and the fixings of the airport with ease, and you two take a small cab to Elderslie, where he was born.
“You’re alright?” He had asked, so toothy and grinning it would’ve been hard for you to say no even if that were the case. But you’re so alright, so you tell him that. You sit snug, shoulder to shoulder the whole ride there while your bags bump in the trunk. Richard had mentioned previously a cottage meant for holidays and family events, and his hype definitely did not disappoint. Two women, who you assume are his family, are at the ready when your cab rolls up near the driving way area, and immediately jump to help. You offer shy smiles as you exit the cab, offering to help but the two women, who you later find out are his sisters, treat your offering like the most ridiculous thing ever said in the history of humanity.
The inside of the cottage is warm and beautifully decorated. Garland and twinkly lights set up the mood, and Richard makes some comment to his Mother, who was the first to give you a big, big hug, about how the whole place looks like a decoration catalog.
“You’ve gone all out this year, Mam, aye?” said Richard, which earns him a light pat on the cheek and a lecture about the importance of festivity. The whole evening is a whirlwind of heavy accents and something that smells hot and dangerously delicious. Everyone you come in contact with in the family room seems to notice your nerves, offering compliments (Richard, she’s even more beautiful in person!) and little facts about the place. As you witness their welcoming nature, you can’t help but slowly slipping into comfort like a pair of warm gloves. Richard makes sure to cling to your side with an arm at the small of your back when he isn’t updating his family on the adventures of his career, reminiscing or laughing good and hard at something one of his sisters had said. Everyone includes you when they can, but you don’t mind watching Richard and his family go back and forth with their familiarity and love-filled bickering. There’s this sense that, even when you aren’t speaking directly, you still feel contently included somehow.
After dinner, you and Richard settle in a room at the end of the hallway (nearest the bathroom which prompts a rather uncouth joke from Richard about Sunday roast and bowel movements). You two relax, clothed, legs folded and lounging on a plaid duvet. You lay on this chest and feel the way his heart beats as you two begin to discuss the day, and how it picks up when you lean up to press a kiss to his neck. He ends up patting your cheek the same way his Mum did to him.
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omg I would like to read more about Chace Crawford! I don’t know why but I can’t find anything about him. Is there anyone here on Tumblr who writes about him or would’t mind to write about him? Please let me know 😭💔
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Robb Stark Oneshot
Robb Stark X Reader
Prompt: “He waited for her”
Words: 3,907
Warnings: None that I can think of!
He waited for her. It has been four years since Robb Stark has seen the girl named Y/N, she was a simple king’s servant but he loved her no matter her title. When you were both young you had met Robb on a trip to Winterfell with King Robert, you had only been learning the ropes and that is what led to your meeting Robb.
You walk through the chilly castle trying to balance the dishes in your hands making your way to the kitchen but you were lost and quickly losing your grip on the plates and bowls. Not paying attention to where you were walking you slam right into someone and drop all of the objects, you let out a groan of annoyance looking up to see who it was that caused you to drop them. The color drained from your face when you locked eyes with Lord Ned’s son, Robb, you curtsy and look down at the ground afraid of the trouble you will most likely get into from this incident.
“Forgive me, my lord, I was not looking where I was looking.” You kneel to the ground rounding up the scattered dishes, thanking the gods that none of them broke.
“Nonsense it was my fault, my lady.” He also kneels down helping you pick up, and you shake your head not looking into his eyes.
“That is very kind but I am no lady, there is no need to help me. You must have more important things to attend too.” Nervousness taking over your speech. He chuckles and you glance up making eye contact yet again with his piercing blue eyes, noticing a few stray curls of hair falling into his face. “What is so funny?” You question, holding back a smile. It had been very long since you had talked to anyone other than other servants let alone a handsome boy like Robb.
“You talk a lot when you are nervous.” He points out and your face grows crimson as you finish grabbing the dishes standing back up.
“I apologize.” You say quietly, and you notice he has a few dishes in his hands, as he also stands up in front of you. “If you could please put those in the stack and I will be on my way.” He studies you for a second not saying a word as he takes in all your features.
“What kind of lord would I be if I let a lady struggle to carry all these. Please let me help you.” He smiles, and you shake your head looking around hoping that no one would be coming to see you talking to him.
“That would be completely inappropriate, I really do not want to get into any trouble.” you plead, scared of the consequences if any of the king's men were to see you.
“They are all on a hunt. No one is around. I insist on helping you, and you would not deny a lord would you?” He answers with a smirk, and you look at him with uncertainty. Thinking about his words for a second you finally nod and he smiles, taking half of the stack in your hands, lifting a large weight from your arms.
“Thank you, my lord.” You say as you both make your way to the kitchen, you mostly following him since you were lost before.
“Please call me Robb. What is your name?” He questions, glancing over at you seeing you looking at the ground as you walk. He takes notice of your nervousness and begins to think of ways to make you relax.
“Y/N.” You say and he smiles at your answer finding your name almost as beautiful as you.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” You blush crimson and hold back a smile from his comment. You finally glance over at him seeing that he was already looking at you with his blue eyes that reminded you of the sea. You quickly look away and you hear him chuckle softly. “I make you very nervous don’t I?” he asks you and your eyes widen at his blunt question.
“I am just not used to being treated with kindness, my lor… Robb.” You correct yourself at the end and he hums in response. “But I do appreciate such kindness that you have shown me.” You smile slightly looking over at him earning a grin in response to your smile.
“I believe every lady should be treated with respect, no matter their status.” He admits and you find his answer very respectable. You could tell that he would be a great leader one day, maybe even a great king.
“That is very honorable of you.” You smile as you both reach the kitchen and you find it empty which gave you a sense of relief. Robb sets down the dishes in his hands and takes yours setting them down as well.
“So tell me about yourself,” Robb says, pulling out a chair at the table in the middle of the room and he sits down, watching as you begin running water for the dishes. You simply shrug as an answer. There really was not much to you, you were just a servant. “I will not take a shrug as an answer Y/N. Have you always lived in Kings Landing? Who are your parents?” You frown slightly at his choice of questions, but your back was facing him so he could not see that change in your demeanor.
“My mother worked in a brothel in Kings landing, she has no idea who my father could be. She was killed by a drunk when I was three and her friend who works for the king took me in and taught me how to be a servant. I am simply just a bastard servant.” You mumble, scrubbing at the dishes trying not to get too upset of the matter.
“I am sorry I did not mean to upset you.” He says, an uncomfortable tone in his voice.
“No need to apologize it is in the past. Can I ask you a question?” You turn around to face him, drying your hands on your dress.
“Of course.” He nods, keeping his eyes focused on your face.
“Do you make it a habit to chat with the servants or are you just looking to get something from me?” You question then cover your mouth immediately with wide eyes. “Oh my, Please forgive me I do not know why I would ask that.” You continue rambling as he stares at you with an amused look.
“It is alright Y/N, I understand you being wary. If you must know I do not do this often but I assure you that I do not want anything, I think of you to highly. I simply want to get to know this beautiful girl staying in the castle with me.” You stop talking and blush, looking to the ground. You turn your head when you hear people approaching the kitchen. Robb gets up and makes his way to you, taking your hands in his. “I hope to speak to you again my lady.” he kisses your cheek and leaves you alone in a daze trying to wrap your head around what just happened.
“There you are Y/N! The queen needs you!” Another servant exclaims as she walks in. You shake your head a little and nod, making your way towards the queen’s chambers with no words.
The days following your meeting with Robb you tried your best to stay clear of him, still not sure as to what to think about the interaction. It was becoming dark and you were outside taking a walk since you had finished your work for the day. Wandering the ground you found the stables and smiled making your way over to one of the horses. You reach your hand out and pet it’s head softly as it leans into your touch.
“You are a good girl aren’t you?” You smile, speaking to the animal. You always had a connection to animals and loved every chance you go to interact with them. While petting the creature you hear someone clear their throat behind you and you jump turning around to see Robb with a smirk on her face. “Robb! You scared me.” You exclaim, holding back a smile now that you knew it was just him. You had to admit something about him made your stomach do flips when you so much as even saw him. He chuckles and grins at your reaction to him.
“I am sorry to scare you Y/N. I just saw you from my window and thought I would come and say hello.” You blush and bite your lip slightly.
“So you are following me now?” You joke, walking away from the stables and he follows at your side.
“If that is what it takes to see you then yes, that is what I am doing.” He grins, glancing over at your face as your skin radiates from the moonlight.
“Has it ever crossed your mind that I was hiding from you?” You question not knowing why you were suddenly so comfortable around him.
“I sure hope that is not the case.” He smiles, hands behind his back as you walk together in the quiet night.
“You are very different Robb Stark.” You state, looking over at him with a smile.
“And you are very different than any other woman I have ever met in my life Y/N. I enjoy your company very much.” He grins, and he stops walking, you notice that you are both a ways from the castle now among the trees. “You are possibly the most beautiful woman in all of the seven kingdoms.” You blush, looking down at the ground not wanting him to see the effect his words have over you.
“You are too flattering my lord. There are many more beautiful girls than me, and they are ones that you won’t get into trouble for being around.” You sigh, snapping yourself out of whatever daydream was taking over you. He was highborn and next in line to be the lord of Winterfell, and you were simply a bastard child who was also a servant. Not even worthy to be speaking to such a man. He takes your hand and you look up meeting his eyes.
“I do not want any other girl. I know that we have only just met but I believe that you are the one for me Y/N. I do not care what your status is, who your parents are, or what you do for work. I only care about you.” Your breath hitches with his words and you tear up slightly. No one had ever shown you such kindness but you couldn’t ignore your mind which was screaming at you that it would never happen and that it is not right, and that you must leave.
“I am sorry Robb.” You say in a hushed tone, looking away from his eyes. “It is not possible.” You slowly let go of his hands and look at the ground.
“No, it is possible Y/N.” he objects searching for your eyes but you refused to meet his. “Look at me.” You shake your head and he speaks again. “Look at me.” Sighing you look at his eyes and see hurt in them, you could see him silently pleading for you to say something else. “I love you.” You scoff, tears pricking your eyes.
“You don’t even know me.” your words were a disguise because you also felt the same way, you both had a connection but you could not let yourself give in.
“Y/N.”
“I can’t Robb. I know my place, and it’s not with you. Just please, don’t speak to me anymore. I just need to do my job then I will go back to King’s Landing where I will serve the king. Because that is my duty. Just like yours is to marry a lady and become lord of Winterfell. We are not from the same world, so please just let me do my job and when I leave you can forget about me.” You finally speak up. Once you finish speaking you walk away leaving him in the trees, tears fell from your eyes but you refused to look back. You just keep telling yourself ‘you are from different worlds, it isn’t meant to be.’
It had been weeks since you last talked to Robb and you made quite an effort to stay clear of him, not ready to see the hurt look in his eyes. Ever since you told Robb everything that had been running through your mind and you stopped seeing him around Winterfell felt a little colder. You were on your way to where the king has summoned you and you felt nervous, worried that something was going to happen. You knock on the door and hear the king say come in.
“Ah, there she is. Ned this is Y/N. She is learning to be a servant for us, and she is one of the best.” You walk in and curtsey, to both of the men with a small smile on your face.
“It is a pleasure to meet you Lord Stark.” He nods in response with a small smile.
“Lord Stark was looking for someone to accompany him and his sons on a hunting trip and I suggested you. Of course, you will not do the hunting but you will serve them food and drinks.” You froze at the thought of spending the time with Robb but quickly pushed it into the back of your mind.
“I would be honored, my lord.”
“Yes well get ready they are leaving within the hour, bring a cloak it is getting cold and I don’t need you getting sick.” The king orders. You nod and curtsey before leaving the room going to change into better clothes.
After changing and getting food and wine for the trip you make your way to the courtyard and you see the men readying their horses for the trip. You make eye contact with Robb and quickly look down making your way to Ned.
“Ah Y/N, thank you again for coming along,” Ned says and you smile with a small nod. “There is a horse over there ready for you and we will leave shortly.”
“Thank you, Lord Stark.” You curtsey and make your way to the horse noticing that it is the same one you were petting the other night. You smile and pet her head and start attaching the food and drinks to the saddle.
“Do you need any help getting on your horse?” A voice asks from beside you. You see a curly-haired man with jet back hair and soft eyes.
“I can manage. Thank you…” You hesitate not knowing the man's name.
“Jon. Jon Snow.” He smiles and you return it with a small nod.
“It is nice to meet you Jon. and thank you again for your kindness.” He nods and leaves back to his horse climbing onto it. You look over and see Robb looking at you with pain in his eyes and your smile fades and you feel an aching in your chest. You look away and climb onto your horse, making sure you had your legs covered and your cloak tightened around you.
After leaving Winterfell and going into the forest you had spoken to Jon, mostly speaking of his plans on going to the wall once he is of age. You found that very honorable and respected him for being willing to make such a sacrifice for the kingdoms. Around midday, everyone had stopped and you served them and was even invited by ned to join them, you sat between Jon and Ned and would glance over at Robb every once in a while noticing him not eating his food. Once everyone had eaten you packed up the things and you all continued riding around in search of a boar to kill. The ride was peaceful but then your horse started to jerk and whine.
“Woah girl.” You say, and you try to calm her down as she was jerking more and more. Robb stops and glances back seeing the horse act up, he frowns and waits for you go get her calm. She suddenly bucks and you fall off onto your back and she takes off running away from us. All the men jump from their horses to check on you and Robb is quickly at your side making sure that you are not hurt.
“Are you alright? Does anything hurt?” He questions, his hand on your back helping you stand up. You dust yourself off while shaking your head, trying to draw the attention away from you.
“I am fine.” You pull away from him slightly, feeling only hurt in your heart under his touch.
“I don’t think she is coming back,” Jon announces looking in the way that your horse ran, and your sigh upset about having her run away.
“That is fine. I can walk beside you all.” You smile reassuringly and Robb shakes his head, protesting your words.
“You can ride with me, there is no reason for you to walk.” You look at him then to Ned who nods at his son's words.
“Thank you.” You say quietly as they all get back on their horses and Robb leads you to his. He lifts you up and then gets on in front of you, you try to keep your distance from him but he looks back to you, his blue eyes piercing yours.
“You should hold on to me so you don’t fall off another horse.” He states, looking forward, motioning for his horse to follow the rest. You swallow hard and slowly wrap your arms around him, your asking tingling where you two were touching. He keeps his horse in the back of the others and makes sure you two are out of hearing distance of the others. “Y/N I want to talk about that night,” he whispers and he feels you tense against him.
“I really rather not Robb. Let us just finish this hunting trip.” He stays silent and simply nods at your answer, as you look out towards the trees, tears pricking your eyes.
You get home late at night and it is beginning to storm rain pelting down on your heads. Everyone leaves their horses and goes into the castle but once you get down from Robb’s horse you stay to help put them away with the other servants. Robb does not leave and he looks to the other servants and orders them to leave you two alone. You sigh and turn away from the horse you were focused on and you face him, the rain pouring down on the both of you.
“Robb what do you want?” you ask, pain soaking your voice. He shakes his head coming closer to you.
“I have told you already. I want you. I can’t even think straight when I am not around you, my heart grows heavy when I see you but I can’t talk to you. Y/N I do not care what you think about us being together because of our status differences I love you. Please tell me you feel the same way.” You look down to the ground, thankful that the rain is covering the tears falling from your eyes. He grabs your hands and brings you closer as you look up at him. “Please,” he begs his voice cracking slightly.
Taking in a shaky breath you look right into his eyes. “I do. I love you more than I could love anyone. But Robb…” your words are cut off by him kissing you deeply. Your breath hitches but you quickly wrap your arms around his neck kissing him back with a passion you had never felt before. He pulls away and looks at you with a smile.
“You have to stay.” He says, knowing that the king and his men were leaving the next day. You smile and shake your head while your hair is plastered to your head from the rain.
“I have to go back. It is my duty.” You sigh, pushing his hair from his eyes.
“My father can have you stay, please. I want to be with you.” He pleads and you kiss him lightly to make him be quiet.
“I will come back, but only when I can. My duty is to serve the king, and that is what I will do. But I promise I will come back to you.” He looks sad but nods anyway, kissing you once more making you wish it would never end.
Years had passed since you left Winterfell and Robb waited for you, waiting for the day that you would come back to him. Once his father had been charged as a traitor he moved his army to show Joffrey that he was not fit to be king. He had slowly believed that you were most likely dead knowing that you only thought of Robert as your king and not that little twat.
“We have to attack the Lannister Army soon and weaken them, once we show that we can hurt them, we can get more soldiers to join us and we will win this war,” Robb announces looking at the map in front of him with many other men surrounding him.
“I am sorry Sir but there is someone out there looking for you, they just walked into camp asking for you.” A soldier walks in grabbing his attention. Robb nods leaving the tent towards where the soldier was leading him. He stops when he sees you, you were still as beautiful as the day you had left, even more, if that was even possible. You look up from where you were sitting and smile, seeing his blue eyes staring at you with disbelief. He quickly runs to you and envelops you in a hug and kisses you deeply. You never wanted it to end, his kiss was the only thing that you thought of through these past years. Returning to him is what kept you going.
“You are here. I thought you were dead,” he mumbles into your lips kissing you over and over. You smile against his lips pulling away to look into his eyes.
“I promised I would come back.” He grins, taking every detail in of your face.
“And I waited for you.” he kisses you once more, and suddenly everything was worth it for you. The years serving the king, until his dying day it was all worth it now that you were back with your one true love, and you were never leaving his side ever again.
A/N: Hey everyone I really hope you enjoyed this Oneshot! I worked super hard on it and I am so proud and I love it! Richard Madden has been making me fall deeper and deeper love with him lately and so I am on a writing spree for him. If anyone has any requests for any of his characters feel free to send them in! I love you all and I hope you had a lovely valentines day!
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Shout out to all my fellow migraine sufferers. I feel you.
"Are you okay love?" Richard asks, watching you toss and turn next to him. Sweat is covering your body and you throw the covers off and sit up with tears already stinging your eyes. He turns his bedside light on and you flinch away, covering your eyes and letting out a groan.
"Shit, sorry," he apologises, quickly turning it off again, "have you got your tablets over there?"
You plonk your hand down on your own table, moving it around to find the pill packet and then shake it so he knows you've found them.
"I'll get you some water," he whispers, kissing the back of your head. You sit up against the headboard, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand and fanning yourself with the duvet, then Richard comes back in, lit from behind by the hall light, and hands you a bottle of water.
"Thank you," you mumble, your speech a little slurred from the effects of the pounding in your head. This occured more often than you liked, and it got worse each time you woke up in the middle of the night with a migraine, but you were lucky you had Richard to support you.
He watches carefully as the slither of light coming through just about shows you taking your tablet, then he holds his hand out for the water when you've taken a few more sips.
"Sit back... That's it," he soothes, propping your pillows up behind you, making sure you're comfortable, "do you want the fan on?"
You shake your head as a shiver runs up your body, and you violently shudder, much to Richard's concern, then he pulls the duvet up a little. You never knew what to do when this happened, you'd be dripping with sweat and also shivering with the hairs on your arms standing on end, it was a horrible feeling.
"Do you need me to- ...oh, okay, it's okay," he says, cutting himself off as you start retching into a plastic bag you kept by your bed for emergencies. He strokes your hair back away from your face, tucking it behind your ear so it didn't fall into the bag, and as you flop back with your head feeling as though it were splitting in two, he takes the bag away, carefully placing it on the floor to deal with when you manage to sleep again.
He reaches across you for your eye mask and gently lowers it over your head for when he turns the light on, and when he settles back next to you, he takes your hand. The pills your doctor had given you were strong and he knew you didn't like being on your own when you took them, so this was a great comfort to you. You squeeze his hand and he brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.
"I'm here," he reassures. You nod, and your foot starts tapping fiercely under the covers, the only thing you could do to try and take away from the pain. It takes about half an hour for your pill to kick in, and your head falls to one side as you finally drift off, the pain lessened enough for you to relax a little. The grip on Richard's hand loosens and he slips his fingers out of yours to pick the bag up and head downstairs to put it out in the rubbish.
"Oh, (Y/N)," he sighs as he walks back into the house and locks the door again. His eyes flick up to the clock in the kitchen to see it's half four in the morning, and makes himself a cup of tea to take to bed. He'd seen this countless times before, but it didn't get any easier for him, and he could only sit and watch helplessly as you writhe around in pain. He makes his way carefully back upstairs, switching lights off behind him, and finds you now snuggled down in bed properly, the duvet pulled up around you, your eye mask still covering the top part of your face. Placing his tea down, he pulls back his side of the covers and gently gets inside, then sits there sipping his drink, his eyes still darting to your body with each movement you make.
"Night," he whispers as he sets his empty cup on the bedside table and turns the light off. He kisses your head then lays down on his pillow, falling asleep to the soft sounds of your breathing.
You wake first the next morning and push your eye mask up and off of your head to see Richard still fast asleep next to you. Your head was fuzzy, but it was better than the pain you felt in the night, and you lean over to him to kiss his forehead. When you get out of bed, you take his cup and head downstairs to make you both some tea, tiptoeing down the creaky stairs carefully. As you stand waiting for the kettle to boil, hands slip around your waist and come to a stop on your stomach.
"Go back to bed. You need to rest," Richard whispers against your neck, soft kisses following his words.
"I wanted tea," you reply, leaning back into his chest, your words still strung together as if you'd had a drink or 3.
"You should have woken me up."
"But you looked so handsome laying there, I couldn't disturb you."
"You... Are... Naughty..." he growls between kisses. You smile as his stubble tickles your neck, then your head spins and you grip onto his forearms tightly as you lose your balance.
"Okay, back to bed, now," he orders, knowing you still weren't feeling great, "I'll bring the tea up."
"I'm fine," you sigh, leaning on the kitchen counter as he releases you and you take a couple of unsteady steps.
"You're not," he says sternly, "up those stairs."
"Yes, sir," you mock, rolling your eyes.
"When you're better, you're going to pay for that," he winks.
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Interview Confession
I sip at my coffee, sitting at the kitchen table looking at my adoring boyfriend standing in front of the stove whipping up breakfast for the two of us. I smile to myself as I watch Richard, my mind wandering back to the duration of our relationship thus far.
We met on the set of Game of Thrones, I had been visiting a friend of mine who works on the show. I had been walking around a bit until I bumped into someone, that someone being Richard. I remember that he was wearing his costume and I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. We immediately hit it off and now here we are. Four years later, living together, and still madly in love.
“Y/N, Earth to Y/N,” Richard calls pulling me out of the memory I was reliving in my mind. “Where was your mind off too?” He questions with a laugh.
“I was thinking of a time when I bumped into someone with a fur cloak on,” I tell him with a giggle.
“You aren’t cheating on me with this mystery man are you?” He jokingly asks with a raised brow.
I shake my head ‘no’ as he walks over to me. I turn in my seat looking at him with a smile, his hands going to my cheeks. With a smile he leans down pressing his lips on mine. I smile into the kiss, loving moments like these.
“When do you have leave?” I ask him as our lips part.
“In less than an hour,” he replies with a sigh, taking a step from me and walking back over to the stove to serve our food.
“I wish I could go with you,” I mumble to myself.
Richard is going off to an interview for a new movie he’s working on and I can't go with him. Our relationship isn’t ‘public.’ Only our family and friends know that we’re together and have been for so long. We’ve lived like this because ultimately we want to keep our private life private.
We eat our breakfast sitting across from one another. We talk about what’s going to be going on in each other’s days and Richard ended up telling me some story that Kit had told him the other day. I can’t help feel a bit sad, so to say. In reality the not being public thing doesn’t bug me anymore, it’s been four years after all, it’s just that I don’t really get to go with him to red carpet events or tag along for promotional events.
“I better get going love,” Richard says to me looking down at his watch.
“Okay, what time is your interview going to be on?” I question as he stands up from his seat, taking his dishes to the sink.
“5, you don’t have to watch if you don’t want to,” he tells me as he looks at me with a serious expression.
“I’m going to watch no matter what,” I say with a giggle.
“Suit yourself,” Richard replies with a smirk. “I'll see you tonight.”
“Okay, I love you,” I tell him looking up at his tall figure in front of me.
“I love you too.” Richard leans down kissing my lips sweetly before leaving the apartment.
I spend my day cleaning and running errands, along with catching up on some reading for school. I look down at the gold watch resting on my wrist, it’s a quarter to 5. I smile to myself feeling like a proud parent.
I sit down on the maroon colored couch placed in the middle of the front room of the apartment. I turn on the tv searching for the correct channel. Resting my feet on the edge of the coffee table trying to get comfortable.
A posh looking man comes onto the screen giving a quick run down of all the topics they’ll be talking about during the duration of the program. The show it’s self is kind of boring, if it wasn’t for Richard I would probably never watch this show willingly… it’s that bad.
After a jump cut a brunette woman sitting in a director’s chair, a pair of sleek glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Richard is sitting across from her in a similar chair wearing a pair of dark washed jeans and a white t-shirt.
‘Thank you for being here today, Richard,’ the woman says to him accompanied by a polite smile.
‘Thank you for having me,’ he replies with a smile.
‘You have grown a massive fan base after being on Game of Thrones, mainly females,’ she begins, ‘A lot of your fans have been posting all over social media about how their dying to know whether or not you’re are single. So, I have to ask, are you currently seeing someone?’
‘Well, I suppose it’s about time I actually answer this question,’ Richard says with a chuckle. ‘I am seeing someone, I have been for four years now.’
‘Wow! How did you two meet?’
‘We actually met on the set of Game of Thrones. We literally bumped into each other, she laughed at me when she saw my costume that I was wearing,’ he replies with a blush accompanying his words.
‘I know we’re suppose to be talking about you’re latest project, but I have so many questions about you’re girlfriends all of sudden. Is it okay if I ask just one more question about her?’
‘Sure.’
‘What is she like, what’s her personality like that is?’
‘Well, Y/N is very caring and loving; she’s involved with a lot of charity work. She is just generally really down to Earth, you know? She is always there for people and can always make you laugh. Y/N is a wonderful woman, I can’t help but love her. She’s always been supportive of me and my work, cheering me on,” he states with a smile and bright red cheeks as he speaks about me with admiration.
“She sounds lovely,’ the woman says to Richard.
I sit there with my mouth open in shock. I can’t believe what just happened. I guess our relationship is public now, I honestly had no clue that he was going to do this. Even though this is what I have been secretly wishing for I can’t help but suddenly feel overwhelmed by it. Will his fans like me? Will they be supportive?
I zone out looking at the television screen, my mind raising. I really can’t believe that he did that. I feel anxious about what will happen now. I don’t want things to change between us just because we’re now open about our relationship with the public, well because he’s open about our relationship.
Time seems to slip by as my mind circles over the same thoughts. The front door opens, Richard walking in with a smile on his face. I look over to him noticing how his demeanor has changed from how he was earlier today. He walks across the room toward me, then sits down next to me on the couch facing his body toward me.
“Did you watch the interview?” He questions with a smile.
“Yeah I did,” I reply with a blush on my cheeks.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about me doing that before hand, I just thought that it was long overdue to go public.”
“I’m glad you did it, I’m just a little worried is all,” I tell him truthfully.
“Love, nothing is going to change between us. I will always love you and my ‘fans’ wont change that.” he tells me with reassurance.
“I love you so much,” I state to him.
“I love you too, Y/N,” he replies. “Well, shall we post a picture of us on Instagram?”
“Yeah okay, but which one?”
“Um, how about,” he begins, scrolling through the pictures on his phone, “ this one.”
I look at his phone to see a picture that we had taken while at a wedding we went to a few months back. We are standing next to each other in the picture, Richards arm wrapped around my waist, my hand lightly resting on his chest. I’m wearing a baby blue tea length dress with nude heals while Richard is wearing a suit with a matching colored tie.
“I love this one,” I boast with a smile. “Let’s post that one.”
“Alright! Let’s both post it, yeah?” I nod in response, pulling out my own phone preparing to post the picture.
Our captions are really cute and true. Mine reads, ‘I am so thankful to have this man in my life! We have been dating for four years now and I am so happy to be able to now have our relationship public. I love you maddenrichard!’ Richard’s on the other hand says, ‘This beautiful woman has been by my side for four years, making everyday we’re together an adventure. I’m sorry that we have kept our relationship a secret for so long but I am happy to now have everything out in the open. Y/N is the love of my life and I hope that you all will be supportive and happy for us.’
We both press ‘post’ at the same time and immediately the notification start flying in. I look over some of the comments on my post, that are accumulating at a rapid pace. Most people seem to be happy for us, commenting how good we look and how happy we look. I rest my phone on the coffee table then turn my attention to Richard.
“Does this mean I can start going with you to events and everything?” I question, tilting my head to the side as I look at him with a smile on my lips.
“Of course! I’ll never go to an event alone ever again, you will always be at my side,” Richards reassures me.
I wrap my arms around Richard’s neck looking at him with adoration. I begin to lean in with him following my lead. Our lips meet half way, pressing on each other in a sweet kiss. Richard’s arms wrap around my waist bringing me closer to him despite our seated position. Love fuels the kiss, making it feel much different from any other kiss shared with one another. Maybe it’s because of this new chapter we're starting with one another or maybe it’s just because we are both so excited and happy about what the future holds.
“Gosh I love you, I don’t know what I’d do with out you,” Richard whispers as he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against my own.
“I love you too,” I reply to him.
“Everything will be okay, I’m just glad that we can know live without any hiding or sneaking around.”
“I don’t know, the sneaking around was always kind of exciting,” I joke.
“Yeah okay, I’m not going to believe that,” he says with a laugh, pulling away from me a bit to get a better look at me. “This new chapter will be great.”
“I know it will be, as long as I’m with you.”
“Let’s go out and get dinner, without the sunglasses and baseball hats,” he requests with a laugh.
“I’d like that.”
Richard removes his hands from my body, standing up from the couch. He stands before me with an out stretched hand for me to take. I smile looking up at him through my lashes as I take his hand. He pulls me up off the couch, pulling me into his body, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. Without any warning his lips are on mine again, my arms automatically going to his upper body.
I know that everything will be good now. No more hiding, no more sneaking around, no more disguises. We can now go out on dates freely without any advanced plans. We can show our love in public without the fear of getting seen by someone. Even though our routine will change a bit I know that nothing will change between the two of us. No matter what anyone says, whether it be the fans or the papers, we will always love one another.
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