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merlincmgirl · 2 months ago

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Submission - Gregor x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You like it when you're on your knees for Gregor. You like it even more when he's on his knees for you though. You can't wait to see the tension leave him as he devotes all of his attention and focus on making you feel good.

Characters: Gregor, Cody very briefly and mention of Waxer and Boil

Pairing: Gregor x F!Reader

Word Count: 5, 389

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), dom reader, sub Gregor, multiple orgasms, lots of praise for my beautiful boy Gregor

Authour's Note: Gregor deserves the world and I could see him being a sub, wanting to make you feel good and wanting to pleasure you for hours.

Gregor was many things. He was loyal, brave, funny, charming and brilliant. He was also irritating. Especially at the moment when he was distracting you from your work. You had a load of LAATies to fix before the next campaign, and you were only on the 2nd one. You had another two to do before they could be signed off and put back in the fleet.

Gregor was apparently keeping you company, but it was difficult to maintain focus when he was determined to drive you to distraction. Currently, he was leaning against the LAAT that you were working on, telling you about his latest mission with Ghost Company.

“And of course, Boil was fuming at Waxer. I thought he looked lovely covered in purple goo” Gregor rolled his eyes, chuckling at his brother’s reaction.

“I thought you said it was pollen from the tree that Waxer was trying to befriend, not sap” you reminded your lover, smile playing on your face at the image he created. You could just imagine how Boil reacted to being sprayed with purple pollen.

“Well, we didn’t know that until all the other flowers started trying to grab at him” Gregor giggled, helping you to your feet when you rolled out from underneath the belly of the ship. He squeezed your hand and watched as you rummaged around to find the tool you needed to connect the panel.

“You would have thought Waxer would have learnt by now not to mess with the local flora and fauna – well at least enough to not give Boil a heart attack each time” you smirked, finally spotting the spanner and welder that you had left out.

“But that’s the fun of it, mesh’la. For us that is, not Boil, he had to go through decontamination procedures” Gregor grinned back, watching as you dropped to your knees and crawled your way back underneath the ship. His eyes followed the tight fit of your overalls as they spread across your behind.

Grunting in acknowledgement of his words, you knelt under the belly of a LAATie, trying to fix up the scrape that had damaged the outer panel. “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later” Gregor drawled, leaning against the ship’s haul to get a closer look at you.

Gasping, you jumped up at the teasing words before wincing as a loud bang echoed from underneath the ship in the hangar. Cursing loudly as your head connected to the durasteel above it, pain flared across the back of your head. The bump on your head stung and you couldn’t help but groan as you crawled out from where you were fixing the machine.

“Sorry mesh’la, you okay?” he winced, reaching over to you to press against the spot where your head met durasteel. “Hopefully you haven’t dented the LAATie, that’ll be hard to come out” he giggled, running gentle fingers over the developing bump. He at least had the decency to look sorry about causing your injury.

“I’ll be fine” you grumbled, pout already pulling on your face at the ache. “Gregor, you can’t say stuff like that here! Especially when I’m working!” you chide, looking around your work station to see if anyone else had heard.

He grinned playfully, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and opening his mouth to no doubt say something equally as suggestive and twice as loud. You quickly shoved your hand over his mouth, pressing against him.

“Gregor!” you hissed, heat intensifying in your face. You could just imagine how flushed you looked.

However Gregor just chuckled underneath your hand and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Can’t help it cyare, I love it when you blush” he grinned, words coming out muffled and trapping you against his armour.

“You’re a menace! You know that right?” you chuckled, removing your hand over his mouth and gripping onto the edge of his chest plate. “I’ve got to finish these LAATies up before tonight. So I might run a little bit late. Still okay for my quarters?” you asked, eyes hopeful that your busy work schedules wouldn’t get in the way again.

“Of course mesh’la, unless you want to put on a show for my brothers. I don’t mind showing them just how much I worship you” he winked, giggling at the whine you let out at that. He rubbed a soothing hand up your spine, resting on the back of your neck as you looked up to him. “Don’t worry, angel, I’ll be there, just don’t work to death before then” he assured, leaning down to press a quick peck to your lips.

“Captain Gregor!”

You gasped and almost shoved Gregor away from you at the sharp bark that echoed around your little work station. Luckily Gregor regained his balance otherwise he’d have fallen on his ass.

“Commander Cody, sir!” you breathed, staring up at the 212th’s commanding officer. How much had he seen? Was he going to report you? Send Gregor off for re-programming and you out of the GAR and back home to your family?

The commander looked pained as he glanced between you and Gregor before sighing heavily. “Is he bothering you, ma’am?”

“No, of course not, Commander. We were… we… he was just” you stuttered, trying to think of a reason as to why the Clone Commando was pressing his lips to yours with his arms holding you tight against him.

“I was giving her the kiss of life!” Gregor completed, rubbing the back of his neck. Instant regret came over his face at the poor excuse.

Cody couldn’t help the sigh that he forced out and shook his head. “Really vod? The kiss of life? While she’s conscious and standing up. Do I need to send you back to basic first aid?” Cody retorted, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother. Honestly, sometimes he regretted being a big brother. It was too much stress when dealing with their shenanigans.

“We’re really sorry Commander, it won’t happen again! I promise, we won’t let this affect our jobs” you rambled, trying to fill the conversation as much as possible. You didn’t know what you would do if he sent Gregor away.

However, Cody held up a hand to stop you, desperate to get this over with and return to the Bridge to speak with Kenobi. “I don’t care you’re in a relationship. Honestly, I feel for you Y/N, being stuck with my brother. But perhaps be careful about where and when you’re expressing your… affections” Cody advised, sending a pointed look at his brother.

“Hey rude!” Gregor complained, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Truth. Now, Captain, you’re expected at a briefing with Foxtrot Group on the Bridge” Cody informed his Commando.

“Right! Of course sir” he saluted, before turning to face you. “See you tonight, cyare!” Gregor muttered, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before heading off in the direction of the bridge.

You blushed, biting your lip as you turned to face an unimpressed Marshal Commander. He let out a small groan, rubbing his eyes before giving you a quick nod in goodbye before storming off after his vod.

As soon as Commander Cody was out of earshot, you fell back against the hull of the ship, biting your lip and covering your face with your hands. You couldn’t believe that you had been caught by your commanding officer. And that he wasn’t going to punish you for your relationship with one of his men. Giggling softly, you shook your head and returned back to work. Tonight you would question Gregor about what his ori’vod had said after the briefing.

By the time you had finished your work, you were in a terrible mood. It had just been one thing after another, and you had barely had enough time to scoff down some dinner before having to return back to work. Your body ached and all you wanted to do was to fall into Gregor’s arms and relax.

Tapping in your entrance code, you noticed your trooper laying on your bed in just his blacks, reading a holobook on your datapad. Just the sight of him was enough to ease the tension in your body. Your shoulders dropped and you let out a small sigh, finally able to put the working day behind you.

“Hey love” he greeted, sending you a small grin and looking up at you. However his smile dropped from his face as he saw the look on your face. “Long day?” he asked, pushing himself up on the bed.

You kicked off your boots, pushing your overalls down from your shoulders and off your arms, letting it fall to your waist.

“This is a really good show, mesh’la” he teased you, running his heated gaze over you as you stripped off your overalls and kicking them across your room. He chuckled at the way you ducked your head, cheeks flushing slightly at his attention,.

“You’re welcome. Kriff, I swear to the Maker I feel so stiff” you groaned, rubbing at your back.

Gregor got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. “You’ve been working too hard, mesh’la. You need help to relax?” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and looking up at you with gorgeous, whiskey coloured eyes.

Sighing, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his waist, burying yourself into him even more. His warmth soaked into your body, soothing you as you took in his smell. Gregor always could help you relax better than anything. It always seemed that he had a way to turn off the part of your brain that carried your worries and stress. He could switch it off better than you sometimes. “Sounds perfect, babe” you murmured, a small noise of contentment coming out of your mouth as he pressed a small kiss to your neck.

“Gonna make you feel so good, cyar’ika. All you need to do is tell me what you want” he whispered, hands gliding down your sides and to the pants that you wore underneath your overalls. He pressed gentle kisses along your jaw, before finally working his way up to your mouth, landing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “What do you say cyare? How about you give the orders instead of listening to them?” he suggested, a giggle escaping for him as you chuckled.

“You sure know how to treat a girl” you grinned, running your hands through his hair.

“I know how to treat my girl” he corrected, boyish grin lighting up his face. You couldn’t help but cup his cheeks, bringing him towards you into a light and teasing kiss.

“Yes you do, sweetheart” you sighed, before he dropped to his knees in front of you and blew a raspberry onto your belly. Giggling, you playfully pushed his head away from you. “I thought you were going to take care of me” you reminded, running a hand through his beautiful curls.

“Who says I’m not?” he retorted, teasingly running his fingers under the hem of your pants.

“Take them off” you murmured, enjoying the soft touch of him against your skin.

Carefully, Gregor hooked his fingers under your pants and slid them down your legs, his warm breath tickling you as he followed them down. His hands travelled up to the back of your knee, guiding it up so he could tug your pants off. Once they were across the room, he returned to your panties before you tugged on his hair, tutting.

“I didn’t say those just yet, love” you chided, shaking your head at him. “But I’ve been working so hard today, my legs are so sore. They could do with some help from your talented hands, baby” you encouraged, slipping your fingers down his face and cupping his cheek.

“Yes ma’am” he giggled, nuzzling into your hand and placing a kiss on your palm.

Placing his hands on your feet, he used his dexterous fingers to push and massage the tension from your feet, making sure to dig his fingers into the arch of your foot before working them up to the bridge of your feet. You couldn’t help but moan, feeling the pressure escape from you as he worked the tension out of you. Once he was finished with one, he turned to the other foot, giving it the exact same amount of attention.

When he was sure that he had massaged the tension out of your feet, he crawled his fingers up to your calves, paying attention to the way they felt so tense underneath his hands. The warmth of his hands aided his touch as he thoroughly worked at the muscle, letting the strain bleed out of them before he copied his action on your other leg.

“Such a good boy for me, baby” you sighed, closing your eyes and running your fingers through his hair, unable to help the small touch as Gregor focused all of his attention on making you feel good. It was no small feat to be the centre of Gregor’s attention. He could struggle to keep his focus, so the fact that he was so dedicated and determined to do what you told him, to make you feel good and look after you left you almost breathless at the love he had for you.

“Hmm, only for you, cyar’ika. May I kiss you?” he requested, looking up at you from his knees.

The sight nearly had you biting your lip to stifle a groan. He looked so beautiful on his knees for you, ready to do everything you asked of him. “Of course, my love. So polite for asking” you praised, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss before he pulled away.

“Thank you, mesh’la, just want to make you relax. Let you forget about your day” he assured, placing small, delicate kisses on your thigh. He loved seeing you like this, the stretch of your skin had lost the bruises he had left before and he was eager to place some more on your lovely thighs.

Finally his hands joined his mouth, urging your legs to spread a little wider for him so he could lay kisses from the crease of your leg to your inner thigh. Tugging his head closer to you, you couldn’t help but accommodate him, letting him instruct you on this just for this session. Gregor loved marking you, especially on your thighs, and you especially loved to see them in the days after. Sometimes you would even feel them when you walked or just when you were alone in your bunk and would press on them. It reminded you so much of Gregor’s touch that you never wanted them gone.

When he was satisfied that you had enough marks to last you until the next time he could get his mouth on you, he pulled away. A joyful grin was spread over his face as he waited for his next instructions.

“Thank you sweetheart, you’ve made me feel so good. But I think you can do better. Take these off, love. I want to have your mouth on me” you instructed him, guiding his face closer to you.

Gregor moaned, resting his head on your stomach and taking in a deep breath. You weren’t sure if it was to calm himself down or take in your smell. Whatever the reason, he nipped playfully at your hip before pulling your underwear down a lot quicker than he did your trousers.

“Steady, Captain. We’ve got all night” you reminded, feeling your chest warm from how eager he was to touch you. “Help me out of them?” you requested, waiting to see what he would do. Gregor was always a gentleman first and foremost, helping you and supporting you in whatever way you needed. He reminded you of a knight in the fairytales from your childhood.

“Course mesh’la” he smiled, taking your hand in his one hand to steady you, before tapping on your right leg. You lifted it up, and Gregor was careful to hook the material in his long fingers and pull it off from you. The pattern was repeated on the other side until you stood naked in front of your beautiful trooper.

“Good boy, you always take such good care of me” you praised, running your fingers through his curls before leaning forward to place a kiss on the crown of his head. “And you look so kriffing good on your knees. Now you were so eager to use these beautiful lips in front of Cody. Why don’t we put that talented mouth to work?” you suggested, running your thumb across his full bottom lip.

Gregor playfully bit it lightly, delighted at the small giggle you released at that before he kissed your palm. “Yes ma’am” he murmured, pressing a kiss onto your thigh. His hands slid up your legs until he reached your ass, giving it a quick squeeze and puling you closer to him.

The warmth of his breath hit you, and you couldn’t help the small sigh of relief you let out at having him so close to you like this. Gregor always made you feel good and you knew that this time would be no exception. He guided your leg up onto one of his shoulders, opening you up even wider for him. His short groan filled the quiet room as he ran his sharp nose against your inner thigh, he could smell just how turned on and wet you were for him and it was making him feel dizzy that this was all because of him. Pressing a kiss to the crease of your thigh, he smiled at the small gasp that you let out.

“Gregor!” you warned, beginning to get impatient. You wanted his sweet mouth on you now.

Chuckling, he kept his hands on your arse to keep you steady before he quit his teasing. This was a time for you to relax and let go. He could take his time and tease you another night. Curling his tongue over your clit, he began to give little kitten licks to your swollen nub, starting off slow and gentle to build you up. You tasted divine, the best thing Gregor had ever tasted and he couldn’t get enough. His tongue flickered down between your folds, eager to reach your entrance and collect the slick from it’s source. If only he could stay between your legs, he could die a happy man.

“Kriff!” you cursed, fingers tightening around his curls as you pressed against him. As Gregor licked a stripe from your core to your clit, a strangled cry of his name escaped your lips, and you hurried to bite into your hand to keep quiet. You really didn’t need anyone knowing what exactly Gregor was doing to you in here.

“Pretty girl, you taste amazing. Want you to soak my face. Please, mesh’la” he moaned, becoming lost in the taste of you, the smell of you. Everyone of his senses was filled with you and he couldn’t get enough. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he continued to flick and twirl his tongue around the nub as he brought his fingers up to your core.

As he pressed one of his long fingers inside of you, your hips bucked against his mouth. It was a good thing he was strong and holding you up, because your shaking legs would not be able to support you much longer as he took you apart with his mouth and fingers.

“Gregor! Fuck!” you whined, feeling a hint of teeth graze your clit before it was soothed instantly by the drag of his tongue against you. His finger was soon joined by another and they set a truly devastating pace; as they thrust deep inside of you, trying to reach the spongy walls inside of you that would have you clench around his wonderful fingers. Both of your hands were in his hair now, tugging and pulling at him to make sure he stayed exactly where you wanted him.

“Go on, mesh’la, pull my hair” he encouraged, increasing the suction of his mouth as he added another finger.

Unable to help it, you cried out, pulling harshly on the gorgeous strands trapped in between your fingers. Gregor groaned, burying his face into you more. It sent delicious heat curling in your stomach at the feel of those vibrations were felt in your core. God Gregor was going to ruin you, make you forget all about your shitty day.

“Don’t stop!” you growled, as you felt him pull his mouth away from you. If he did, you think you would actually murder him or cry, or both. It felt too good to not have his mouth on your core, stroking the flames of your pleasure higher and higher.

“Never! Want you to ride me, mesh’la. Use my mouth, want you to cum on my face. Please, please let go for me” he begged, before turning his attentions to your pulsing clit. He thrust his fingers faster, twisting them slightly to reach that spot inside of you that had you clenching down hard on him.

“GREGOR!” you cried, your release washing over you suddenly without warning at his words and the way he played with your cunt like the finest orchestra player. Heat flooded you, and you could feel yourself drench his hand as your walls pulsated around his fingers.

He helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly bringing his fingers to a still and giving you one last gentle swipe of his tongue against your clit before he pulled away to trail his mouth down to your entrance, cleaning you up with his tongue and enjoying the sweet noises you released as oversensitivity hit. Grinning, he helped remove your leg from his shoulder, and carefully pulled you down until you was straddling him, resting your heads together as you both tried to calm your breathing.

“Better?” he asked, trailing a hand up and down your spine, trying to release some of the tension he found there.

“Much better” you nodded, ducking your head into his neck and pressing closer to him. As you did, your hips rocked against the bulge his blacks, drawing your attention to it. Reaching down, you couldn’t help but tease him, squeezing and palming at the head of his cock through the material. Gregor let out a small whine, hips bucking and chasing your touch before you pulled away. “Want some help with this?” you offered, a wicked grin lighting up your face at the heavy, lust filled gaze he turned on you.

“I’d be an idiot to say no to that, mesh’la” he snorted, lips pulling into a wide smile as he leaned forward to press his lips to yours. The taste of you mixed with his own sweet taste had you groaning, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. One of his hands ran underneath your shirt, cupping your breast over your chest band. The other curled around your waist, keeping you pressed against him.

With one final flick of your tongue against his own, you pulled away, breathing heavily. “I can’t wait to feel you, baby. I want you to take all this off and go sit on the bed waiting for me” you ordered, gazing down his broad chest and towards where you were perched over his cock. You couldn’t help one teasing buck of your hips before you were getting up.

Gregor grunted, rolling his eyes at your teasing before quickly reaching up to the top of his blacks and stripping it off. He threw it somewhere across the room behind you before he reached for the hem of the bottoms. Catching your eye as you took off your own shirt, he gave you a playful wink and a smirk before he lowered the skin-tight material past his hips and down his incredibly, strong and powerful thighs.

Your mouth pooled at the way his cock bobbed up from his blacks, hitting his stomach and getting pre-cum in the spattering of hair that decorated from his navel to the wiry curls at the base of his cock. Gregor was beautiful, a stunning and intoxicating man that made your thighs clench just thinking about having him inside of you.

“Like what you see?” he teased, jutting his hip out to showcase his pretty cock and the shape of his thighs.

“I didn’t say you could tease me” you huffed, returning back to your chest band.

“Didn’t say I couldn’t, either” he retorted, kicking off the rest of his blacks before sitting on the bed. His eager eyes ran across you as he took in your delightful curves the more it was revealed to him. When you were fully naked, he let out a low whistle and reached out a hand to you.

Flushing even more at his actions, you quickly placed your hand in his, letting him pull you closer towards him. Gregor always made you feel beautiful, even when you didn’t always feel like it yourself. He would whisper soft reassurances and positive confirmations to you when you were curled up in bed together. And if he thought you didn’t believe him, he would start listing all the wonderful things about you that he loved.

“Mesh’la!” he breathed reverently, unable to take his eyes off you as you straddled his lap. His thick thighs spread yours and you could feel the heat on him radiating in between your thighs.

“You’re one to talk. You’re so beautiful, Gregor” you murmured, tracing the scars on his body upwards until you could cup his cheeks, forcing all of his attention on you. When you were satisfied he wasn’t going to pull away, your lips gently massaged his, exploring and showing him how much you loved him and were grateful to him and his words.

Reaching a hand down, you took his hardened length into your grip. He moaned brokenly against your lips, pulling away for a moment to steady himself at the rush of pleasure that simple movement caused. When he was sure he wasn’t going to make an embarrassment of himself, Gregor encased your hand with his own. Not moving you but keeping you entwined together.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked gently, because you didn’t want him doing this if only to follow your instruction. Consent was sexy, and it was something you both ensured before you would go any further.

“Yes” he breathed, eyes sliding closed as you gave a quiet hum of satisfaction. He felt you move your hand slowly up and down his shaft for a few strokes, teasing the head with a small twist before trailing back down again. When you began to raise yourself up on your knees, Gregor’s hand instantly landed on your waist to help you guide his cock inside of you.

As you sank down onto his length, you squeezed his shoulders, soft moans falling from your lips at the stretch of him, even after 3 fingers. It left your breath catching in your throat as he filled you, pressing into you for what seemed forever until your hips met his, unable to take any more of his cock.

“Oh Gregor! You feel amazing, you’re filling me up” you sighed out, awe colouring your voice as you adjusted to his size for a few more moments.

He cursed, eyes opening to see the blissed out expression on your face as your walls squeezed his cock like a vice. How did he get such a beautiful person like you? You loved every part of him, just as he loved you. You had ruined him for anyone else. Which was fine because he would never want anyone else but you.

“Cyare!” he groaned, resting his head on your collarbone. While he waited for you to adjust to him, he peppered your shoulders and neck with kisses, sucking and licking a few marks into your skin here.

Taking a deep breath, you tugged his head up to face you so you could look into his expressive eyes that held so much love and care for you. “Gonna move now, okay? I want to ride you, want to feel you fill me up” you told him, and you watched as his eyes darkened even further at your words.

Nodding quickly, he helped you raise your hips before you brought them back down, an echoing cry from both of you ringing around the room at the feeling of him entering you deeply. You set a slow pace, feeling your inner walls cling tight to his thick length as it speared you open. On every down thrust, you rolled your hips and ground into him, the short wiry hairs around his base tickling your clit.

Gregor panted, letting you set the rhythm and he was happy to follow. One of his hands reached for your perked up nipple, and he captured the other one in his mouth. Fondling and playing with your sensitive breasts as you bounced on his cock.

As his warm, wet mouth descended on your chest, a low moan escaped you, enjoying the feeling of his tongue and mouth on you while you were riding his cock. Even though you hadn’t told him to, Gregor took the initiative and knew that his mouth and fingers could bring you closer and closer to your second release of the night. Sparks of pleasure shot from your nipples down to your core and you ground down harder against him.

Pulling away from your chest with a quiet smack of lips, he looked up at your lust filled eyes, seeing how much you were enjoying riding him and feeling him inside of you. “What do you want, mesh’la? What can I do?” he asked, laying kisses along your neck.

“Touch me… please!” you breathed, taking his hand and guiding it down to where you were joined. You didn’t need to tell him anything else as his fingers began circling your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm.

“Fuck! You’re so tight, can feel you shaking around my cock” he growled through gritted teeth, determined to push you over the edge first before he would even think about cumming inside of you.

Your thighs burnt as you rode him faster and harder, chasing the release that you could feel building. Your entrance clung onto his cock, unwilling to let go as you bounced on it. The feel of his fingers playing your bud like a fiddle was making it harder to think and breathe. You just wanted to cum.

With a harsh brush of his thumb over your bud of pleasure, you let out a shout of his name as you clenched around him. Waves and waves of ecstasy washed over you as your release hit with such an intensity it set off Gregor’s own. He growled out your name, hands tightening around you as he gave a few short thrusts deep inside of you before he was coating your walls in white, shooting his load into you.

Collapsing back against the bed, he brought you to lie on his chest, both of you too blissed out and exhausted to move more than that for a while. You buried your head into Gregor’s sweaty chest, breathing heavily and feeling him soften inside of you. He ran his hands up and down your back, fingers tracing patterns along your skin as your heartbeats returned to normal.

The chest underneath you began to shake, and you glanced up enough to see that Gregor was trying to hold in his giggles. Unsuccessfully at that.

“What? What’s so funny?” you wondered, a smile creeping across your face at seeing how happy and joyful your boyfriend was.

He grinned, pushing himself up enough to meet your gaze. “I hope you’re relaxed now mesh’la, although I can’t say the same for my brothers next door. We were a bit loud” he giggled, brushing a strand of your hair away from your sweaty temple.

Wincing, you knew he was right. “It was worth it” you shrugged, leaning into his tender gesture. “I am feeling very relaxed. Mission complete, Captain!” you smirked, saluting him playfully.

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mandos-mind-trick · 1 year ago

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Very NSFW, 18+ only. Please heed the warnings as these fics may contain things that some may find disturbing. Includes some very kinky topics and is definitely not for everyone.

If you would prefer not to see these fics, please blacklist "the dark side fic" as they will all be tagged with that.

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Please Don't Be Gentle - Crosshair x reader

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Going For A Ride - Gregor x reader

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wardenparker · 1 year ago

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The Viper's Bride - ch 15

Oberyn Martell x female reader x Ellaria Sand x OC Co-written with @absurdthirst

The second Prince of Dorne has lived under the illusion that he would not be forced to wed for his entire life. He has enough lovers and illegitimate children to make him a legend across Westeros, and the love of his soulmate Ellaria Sand to content him. But a contract between his brother and a lord from the north will catapult him into a match that may prove to be as complicated as it is intriguing. Especially when he learns that you already have a soulmate of your own.

Rating: Mature, but as always this blog is 18+ Word Count: 11.4k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: terrible parents, age gap 10+ years, arranged marriage, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, internalized homophobia. Reader is described as having hair long enough to braid. This is a MMFFF polycule, folx. Get on board or don't click to keep reading. Pregnancy!* Talk of previous grievances, incest reference (Lannisters gonna Lannister), blink and you'll miss it mention of homelessness. As always, there is sexy talk. It is Oberyn, after all. Summary: The day before Oberyn is to represent Tyrion in the Trial by Combat, your extended and elaborate family comes together to celebrate in anticipation of the fight. Notes: First up, I'm working extra shifts and even though it's my dream job I'm tired y'all 😂 so sorry for any errors I missed. But also! We're almost at the end here, folx! We'll have one more chapter after this and then the epilogue. Thank you all so much for sticking around to watch this polycule grow!

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It is three days before the Mountain arrives in King’s Landing. The Trial by Combat had been announced throughout the capital on the day it was agreed and the days since had been dedicated to the building of a great arena for the event. Every noble in the keep thought of it as no more than sport — every noble except the members of your party and Tyrion Lannister himself, who all had far more at stake. For the group of you, the days of anticipation have been agony.

“They are simply playing a game.” Oberyn hisses, standing in nothing but his breeches as he sharpens the spear he wishes to take into the ring. He’s already discarded several, broken in training, though he is now resting until the time where he faces Gregor. “Wishing to gain the upper hand by delaying, thinking I will become impatient.” He scoffs. “As if I have not waited years for this.”

“They have no idea of your true determination, lover.” Ellaria has seen so many shades and versions of this need for revenge that no part of it could surprise her anymore. She knows it could have been the singular focus that drive him mad, and that it is oddly fortunate that he escaped that fate.

“They do not know me or the Dornish need for justice.” He muses grimly. “They will discover it, publicly.”

“And then we will be rid of this place.” You have Margaery’s hand in yours as the two of you sit on the nearby chaise together, and you squeeze it gently in your fingers. It has only been a few days but the news of her marriage to the new Dornish lord had caused an outpouring of sentiment against her family and her specifically. Thankfully, Olenna Tyrell seemed more amused by it than anything and promised her granddaughter that they would all forget when the next scandal broke.

“I am looking forward to seeing Dorne.” She admits as she glances over to where Raeden is sprawled with Ellaria on another chaise. “I have heard about it and wish to marvel at its bright beauty myself. Especially the Water Gardens.”

“You could have your honeymoon there,” Ellaria suggests, leaning over to kiss Raeden and glad to talk about something other than tomorrow’s fight. “Locked up in your rooms fucking to your heart’s content until you are full of your lord’s babe, and then you can rest in the Gardens for all your pregnancy.”

“Perhaps I can also sample the prince’s cock once I am carrying Raeden’s heir.” She wears a small smirk as she greedily watches the lean lines of the older man. She’s sucked his cock, several times, but like Raeden with you, he would not risk her husband’s true heir being called into question.

“I would very much like to watch that,” you hum, turning your head to nip at her neck and pulling the younger woman into your lap. The two of you have become much closer in just a few days, much to the delight of your husbands.

“I will be very eager to sample your cunt.” Oberyn chuckles, looking up from his spear. “Although tonight.” He grunts, his eyes dark and lusty when he looks at Raeden. “I want to have your husband tonight.”

The statement hangs in the air between all of you, and Raeden is the first to nod. “You will. You will have me.”

It has been a long time coming, Margaery knows this, even with as short a time as she has been tangled in this group. Not once has she felt slighted because she does not bear any marks on her skin from the four of you. “It will be a night to celebrate.” She decides. “In anticipation of your victory.”

“You will witness true victory tomorrow.” Ellaria agrees, fire in her eyes as she gazes up at Oberyn. “They all will.”

He’s sure of himself, almost to the point of brashness, but he has also commanded his own company with the Second Sons. Survived the fighting pits and his reputation was well earned. Still, he is grateful for the support of his soulmates and his lovers. “Yes they will.”

“We should feast tonight.” The idea had formed in your mind yesterday and lingered, something that you have learned to pay attention to. The idea that it could – however unlikely he seems to think the possibility – be your last night with your husband makes you want to sob like you have just heard the news that he would be champion all over again.

Oberyn turns towards you, watching you for a moment before he nods. “Get dressed, Princess.” He decides. “You and I will go to the market and order our feast.”

There is no reason to point out that Cal or Leyth could easily see the Dornishman in the market. Everyone here knows that. But he wants to spend time with you, and you want more than anything to hold his arm while you walk and pretend it is simply a normal day. “I will only take a few minutes,” you promise him, pulling yourself up off the chaise and away from a reluctant-to-let-go Margaery.

“Take your time.” He smirks. “Wear something beautiful.” He wants you to be seen, wants to be seen with you. Firmly believing appearances can affect the memory of the day.

“I have just the thing.” Enough weeks had passed in the Capitol that you had been able to order gowns from a dressmaker with knowledge of Dornish fashion, and you had intended to save it for your arrival in your new home, but this seems far more important. You disappear into the next room to extract it from your trunk with a smile. Oberyn will be quite surprised.

Oberyn sets the spear down and walks over to the table that has a bowl of clean water with soap and cloths next to it. As much sex as everyone has been indulging in, it had seemed prudent to keep the water on hand. He starts to bathe his chest, sweaty from the day and wishing to freshen up while he waits.

The group of you have all packed. Determined to leave King’s Landing in just two days’ time, most things have been put away for the journey. What is left to amuse yourselves with is sex, books from the keep’s library — and usually more sex. The difference is only when Oberyn and Raeden are in the practice ring, but when they return they are usually ravenous for company.

It takes little more than ten minutes for you to emerge from the chamber in the gown that you had carefully selected the colors and fabrics of weeks earlier — gold trim making the colors of fire seem to dance with every step you take. The sheer outer layer sparkles and shines, and the layer underneath flows while still showing off your figure. It preserves that feeling of modesty that you are accustomed to with significantly less fabric and a form unmistakably Dornish flare. Even your slippers are more like the ones Ellaria wears each day, leather platforms tying halfway up your calves with amber lacing. “Are you ready, my prince?”

“Star.” Oberyn’s eyes widen and he groans as he takes in your appearance. “I will have to wear my sword so no one could try to steal you from me.” He hums, cock twitching in his breeches. “The seamstress who made this for you deserves every coin you paid her and then a hefty sum.”

"There are others," you promise him, glad to see the light in his eyes even over something as simple as a dress. "I gave her double her fee when I saw how fine the work was. Do you...do you truly like it? I know you have said many times that you wished I wore more Dornish style gowns."

“If I could show you now how much I like it, we would not feast tonight.” He growls, fingers tracing over your bare shoulder and sighing softly at your softness.

"You will show me later." Later, when he has all of you at his beck and call for whatever it is he might desire. But for now you take his hand and kiss his palm tenderly. "Let us go and walk. We will show the capitol that Dorne is not afraid."

“That’s my girl.” He curls his arm up and wraps your hand around it, looking at Margaery, Raeden and Ellaria. “We will be back. And I will want all of us in bed. So make sure you do not tire yourselves out.” He chuckles.

"I swear it," Ellaria chuckles, with one hand over her heart. "I will teach our newlyweds about edging if they need attention."

Margaery tilts her head curiously and smirks at Ellaria. “What is that?” She asks innocently.

The chuckle turns to a throaty, pleased laugh, and Ellaria sits up to kiss Oberyn before bringing Margaery into her arms. "Go and enjoy yourself, lover," she tells him with a lascivious grin. "We will be well occupied here."

“Come, Star.” Oberyn smiles as he guides you out of the chambers and immediately runs into one of Cersei’s servants. “Splendid.” He hums, leaning into the girl. “More water is needed.” He tells her. “There will be an orgy in these rooms tonight.”

She looks positively affronted by the notion but nods nervously, scurrying away as fast as her feet will carry her. "I suppose it does not matter that Cal could easily have fetched our water?" You ask, raising one eyebrow at him as you continue down the hallway. "You would far rather that it get back to Cersei's ears."

“Absolutely.” He chuckles and starts the slow, unconcerned stroll with you towards the front doors of the Keep. “She will either stay far away or have to come interrupt. Either way, I will now that she is wondering who is in the chambers moaning.”

"Whomever we want to be." A few months into your arrangement - and your marriage - it is safe to say that you are far more comfortable with yourself and with sex than ever before. "And that bothers her, too."

“I would like Cal and Leyth with us tonight, my love.” He ventures, patting your hand. “Do you have any objections? Only if they wish to join.” He won’t force them to, of course. He wouldn’t do that, but he wants to touch them again and tonight seems to be a fine night to do so.

"No objections at all." He could ask you for the moon and you would only tell him that you need to find a ladder tall enough. "They have missed being invited to your bed."

“As long as you are comfortable with it.” There has been plenty to keep him occupied and satisfied throughout the last weeks, especially discovering the relationship with you, so he had not ventured to invite anyone else.

“My love,” you squeeze his arm gently under your hand as you walk together. “There is very little you could ask for tonight that I would hesitate to grant you. I hope you understand that.”

Exiting the keep, Oberyn is quiet for a little while, thinking of what he wishes to say. It is only when the crowds begin to gather, farther away from the castle does he begin. “My love,” he sighs softly. “I have sent word to my brother.” He tells you. “Informing him of our valid marriage and my expectant heir.”

“That is good.” Once, he had thought to breeze into Sunspear and amuse himself with informing Doran of what was technically your elopement. The fact that he has done otherwise is sobering, but somehow comforting in its realism. “I am sure he will be very glad of the news when it arrives, considering how upset you were when you left Dorne.”

“Word would have already reached him.” He tells you quietly. “I sent a raven the day I took on being Tyrion’s champion.” He admits, looking past the merchants stalls as they come into view towards the harbor. “I also made sure that Raeden’s house is secure. My brother would do right by him.”

“Thank you, my love. I know it means the world to him.” It sounds as though Oberyn has been getting his affairs in order, and the implications of that make your shoulders tighten and your limbs feel heavy as you walk together. Tomorrow he will fight to the death to honor and revenge this sister, and the terrifying truth is that he could be the one to lose. As cocky - and as talented a fighter - as he is, Oberyn is not a stupid man. “Should the need come, I will make sure your Sand Snakes are as well cared for as you could ever wish. Ellaria and I will not let them want for anything.”

“I will be there to see them.” Oberyn promises. “However.” He slides his arm down to take your hand in his and bring it up to his lips. “Every Dornish lord here, all their men, will see you safely from the city.” He promises. After he had accepted the role, he had gone to see them, without Raeden so he could speak frankly to them. He wanted to make sure the other lords would wholly accept your lover as Lord Sunstone. They were happy to have a new lord amongst the ranks, especially one who chose Dorne. “You need not fear any abuse.”

“I do not.” And that, thankfully, you can count on the truth. The lords of Dorne had been surprised by your sudden appearance in Oberyn’s life but accepted you fully. “And I know that you will do everything in your power to come home with us. I do not doubt that even for a moment.” You do not doubt it, but you have learned a healthy fear of the unknown.

“I will.” He agrees, squeezing your hand and smirking at you. “Let is plan this feast. I wish to make sure that we have a night to remember.”

“It would be impossible to forget a night with you.” As sentimental a thing as it is to say, you truly do mean it. Oberyn has changed so much about your life and all of it has been for the better — how could you forget even a moment of that?

“I wanted to tell you this privately.” He admits quietly. “I know that you are scared and I will win, but I thought it would making you feel better. In case the worst happens.”

“I am scared.” There is no use denying that and you would not be cruel enough to disrespect him like that. “But only because I know that life is unpredictable. And I am grateful that you are open with me. That you understand it is not that I do not believe in you. Because that is the furthest from the truth.”

“All men must have some fear.” Oberyn admits quietly. “Do not have fear is to not wish to live. And then you have already died.” He watches the people that move past the two of you and hums. “The true test of a man is conquering that fear and not letting it turn him into a coward. Using the fear for his own purposes.”

“I will have to remember that.” In the meantime, because the fear you have is for him, you lace your fingers together tightly as you walk. “May I ask you something, love?”

“Anything.” He insists. “You know that, my love. I will hide nothing from you.”

“You may object to the request and I would understand that.” He nods when your eyes meet his and you return the gesture, biting your lip slightly. “I—it is only that…I cannot stop thinking of the baby.” So much so that your hand has been unconsciously resting on the side of your still unchanged belly as you walk. “If anything were to happen to you tomorrow…I wondered if we might be able to choose a name? You should know your ninth daughter’s name, if the worst happens.”

“I think we should also pick out a son’s name.” Oberyn grunts, even though he is smiling. “For the boy the babe might be.”

“I think if I were to bear you a son, no one would believe he was yours,” you half-joke, glad that Oberyn is humoring your anxieties and making the topic sweet instead of calling out your nerves.

“They will when he looks just like me and fights at the first insult to his mother.” He predicts with a proud grin.

“Perhaps that would be enough.” You smile at the thought, though it is a thin thing. Somehow in your heart you know that carrying another of his daughters is more likely than anything. Still, it is best to be prepared. “But you would not have him named for you.”

“I believe the boy needs to forge his own reputation, not live in the shadow of mine.” Names have meaning in this time, and he would not saddle his son with his. Giving him freedom to be whomever he chose to be. “That is why I would not name a son after me.”

“Then you would not want to name him after any family? Our only after you?” The logic does make sense to you, and you nod as you walk. The marketplace is open and though people may stare you have learned to pay them no mind.

“Only after myself.” He pauses and turns towards you. “But I forbid you naming the child after your bitch of a mother.” He warns, not wishing the revisiting the past every time you looks upon a girl with that name.

“I would rather name her after my father’s soulmate that I never even met then name her after the woman who abused me,” you agree, shaking your head sadly.

“Apologies, my love.” Oberyn leans in to kiss your lips softly. “Forget I mentioned it.”

“Mentioned what?” Willing yourself to simply forget the mention of her and move on, you offer Oberyn a bright smile and steal another kiss. “I believe we were choosing names for a son?”

“Do you have any ideas?” He asks curiously. Wondering if you had imagined the names of your children before now.

"I used to tease Antony that I would name my son for him any time he did me a small favor." The sweet, nostalgic memory of an older brother doting on his younger sister brings a bittersweet smile to your face. As much as you might have told your brothers that they drove you crazy, you miss them desperately. "Anytime he did something as little as bringing me a pencil to write with, I would dramatically declare that I would honor him with naming my son Antony. It was...just a silly thing. But I suppose I never thought of anything beyond that."

“Would you wish to use that name or a piece of it?” He asks, smiling softly at the image of a young girl promising her older brother to name her son after him.

"Antony is a good name." Strong but not harsh, you had always thought it a very nice name aside from all the of the teasing. "And...Antonia is lovely, as well?"

“Naming our daughter after your brother?” He barks out a laugh even as he seriously thinks about it. “I like it.” He admits. “Antonia Martell.” He shrugs. “Rolls off the tongue better than my thought towards a name.”

"What was yours?" He has named eight daughters already, you cannot discount any ideas he might have with so much practice behind him.

“Marella.” He shrugs slightly, unconcerned. He will name the babe whatever makes you happy and be proud of it.

"Oh, that's lovely." Rolling it over in your mind though, you frown a moment later. "Although Marella Martell would be quite the tongue twister."

“Technically, she would be Princess Marella of Dorne, when people address her.” He teases. “But Antonia is much nicer.”

"I wish she was here already." It feels like a ridiculous thing to lament, but you wish it so that he could hold her. Because the fear that Oberyn might never meet his next child is creeping up your neck as if it were high tide on the rocks.

“She will come when she is ready.” Even if he teases you about giving him a male heir, he feels like you are carrying a girl. “Squawking and screaming as she shakes her fist at the world.”

You squeeze his hand again as you swallow your fears, and turn into the marketplace with him. “She will be so adored.”

“By so many.” He agrees, sighing softly. “I cannot wait to show you Dorne.”

“I hope you will show me everything.” In the weeks and months since your marriage, you have become more and more eager to see your new home. “Every time Ellaria speaks of the Water Gardens, I ache to see them.”

“We will swim in the gardens naked.” He tells you with a grin. “After the children are asleep.”

“I see you already have plans for conceiving your tenth child,” you tease, knowing he means sooner than that.

“Perhaps.” He chuckles and reaches over to rub your stomach. “I do not think we will stop at one child.”

“I certainly will not stop sharing your bed.” You could be more vulgar, but you are in public.

“It would be a dour day when you decided to stop sleeping in my bed.” He grunts. He does not think that would ever happen, despite originally thinking you would never share his bed.

“Dour would be correct,” you hum with equal dislike for the idea. “The only way it would happen would be very sad circumstances.” Very sad as in one of your deaths, and you are reminded again what tomorrow morning will bring.

“Do not think on it.” He can tell you are worrying about tomorrow again. He cannot give you more guarantees than he already has, and he will not insult you by demanding you not worry.

"I will try." Strolling together a little further, the stall where the Dornishman you have come to know as Salin sells his prepared foods is swarming with people. Since word had gotten out that Prince Oberyn enjoyed his recipes, he had been receiving more and more business.

“Salin.” Oberyn greets the man warmly, like he would any of his countrymen. “How does your day fare?”

"Very well, my prince and princess." Salin has come to recognize the sight of all of Oberyn's household, and always welcomes all of you with open arms. Today, he reaches for a fried pastry full of chopped roasted nuts, honey, and sweet dates and offers it to you. "I have heard a rumour, your Graces," he admits, smiling broadly when you accept the pastry with glee. "That you are to be congratulated?"

The prince huffs, even as he grins proudly. “Which one of them told you?” He asks, sure that Ellaria would have mentioned it since you were craving dates lately.

"I was not sworn to secrecy, so I do not fear telling you that it was your lovely paramour." He smiles even more broadly and puts one hand over his heart. "I would like to offer, if it pleases you, to send the recipe for my date cake with you when you return to Sunspear. Your cook will have no trouble recreating it, and I was told the princess enjoyed it very much."

“I would be very grateful for it.” Oberyn nods and tilts his head towards the man. “If you ever wish to come back to Dorne, I will give you a place in the palace to cook for our house.”

"You are..." Salin swallows thickly, looking between the two of you. "Your Grace is most generous." His voice wavers and his other hand comes up to his heart. "I left my mother and siblings there when I came to King's Landing and...until your patronage...did not have the money for passage to go home again."

Oberyn frowns, hating King’s Landing as much as the next Dornishman and looks towards you. “We are leaving King’s Landing. After the tournament.” He informs the merchant who has provided so many meals for his lovers and his wife. “The ship will be crowded, but I am sure we can find room for you if you wish to sail home?” He asks.

"I do." He murmurs, expression still aghast. "I wish to return home more than anything." The man looks as though he could cry, and something inside of you cracks a little, making your reach out to gently squeeze his arm in reassurance. "We had come to ask you to prepare us one last feast, but this is far better. We are happy to have you return with us."

“I-- I will prepare you the feast that would put all feasts to shame.” He agrees quickly. If he is leaving, he will need to deplete his stores. “And if your offer is genuine, I would be honored to prepare meals on the ship for your family.”

You do not even need to look over at Oberyn to know that the offer was real, but still your eyes find your husband's profile and you nod to Salin with a smile. "We will be the ones who are honoured, Salin. And thank you for this," you hold up the pastry, which you have already tried a bite of and will have demolished the sweet treat in less than another minute. "Truly, your talent is unparalleled. You either had a remarkable teacher or your talents are a gift from the gods."

“My mother.” He informs you proudly. “She runs a small tavern in Sunspear.” He beams and nods towards your pastry. “Although that is something special. It is a treat that she had made for her soulmate.” He frowns slightly but recovers to smile at the both of you.

"He had very good taste." The shadow that falls over his face does not escape you, but you do not feel your have the right to press. Instead you simply add, "And must have been a very lucky man."

“Perhaps.” That is all he will say about the man he has never met, although he looks back at the pair of you expectantly. “Do you wish me to just send whatever I make or is there something special you wish to have?” He’s not unaware that Oberyn will be in the tournament tomorrow, that he could possibly die. So tonight is a celebration feast in preparation for his victory.

"The prince favours your spicy lamb, but everything else is up to you. Whatever you feel your finest or favourite dishes are to prepare. And there are seven of us, so be generous." Everything he makes is delicious, so you have no doubt that it will all be wonderful.

Bobbling his head eagerly, Salin immediately starts to think about what he can send to the Keep. “I will have it prepared. Is there a time you will need it?”

"No sooner than usual," you assure him, knowing that your intention to eat and spend the rest of the night indulging in pleasure is shared by everyone in your small household.

“I will deliver it myself.” He promises, shaking his head when Oberyn pulls out his coin purse. “No, please. It would be my pleasure.”

"We would be remiss in offering you a place in our household and then not paying you for that talent of yours we so appreciate." The shake of your head matches his and you reach out to touch his arm again. "Please. Allow us to show you the respect you deserve."

“You are kind and gracious.” His lip trembles slightly. “My mother will be very grateful to have her oldest son back.”

Nearer now to being a mother than you ever have been before in your life, you already cannot imagine what separating from your oldest child would be like, other than being positively devastating. '"Whatever brought you to King's Landing, I hope that it was worth the trip, and that returning home will bring you just as much joy."

“My trip was in vain but I learned a valuable lesson.” He promises. “The return trip home will be much sweeter, although your patronage has made my little stand a success.”

"Perhaps the gods have given you something just as valuable that you have not yet realized." Wishing not to leave the man feeling poorly about anything at all - if you can help it - you find yourself wishing it was as easy as offering to spend time with him. To listen to his story. To find out what had happened and see if there is some way you can help. But again, you remind yourself not to force the situation. You are already giving him a way to return to his family, and that seems to be a help in its own right.

Salin nods and smiles at the Princess of Dorne and her husband. “The gods gave surely shined down in my humble soul.” He acknowledges before handing you another pastry. “For your walk, your highness.”

“You are very generous, my friend. Thank you.” With a nod of your head, you and Oberyn continue walking, leaving Salin to his work. There is much to be done before tonight, apparently, because he disappears into the back of his stall immediately. “He seems to be very glad to go home again.”

“Is there anywhere else you wish to go?” Oberyn asks you indulgently. The dress you are wearing is fine and causing many heads to turn, making him grip your hand proudly as you continue towards the water.

“I would visit every seller here just to prolong our walk,” you admit, nibbling at the treat that Salin handed you as you walk hand in hand with Oberyn. “Perhaps we could visit our smith friend once more before we leave?” An amused smile forms on your lips when his eyes slip past your face to your chest. “Or would you like to also offer passage to my dressmaker, since you seem so fond of her work?”

He snorts, and sends you an amused smirk. “If I could cart all the talented workers away from King’s Landing as a strike against the Lannisters. I would.” He jokes. “But perhaps we should see what other baubles we can purchase for amusement.”

“I know one that would amuse both you and Raeden.” You hum, making yourself walk by the bookseller’s stall without stopping. If you do, you might simply stay there the whole day. “I wonder if the goldsmith might have another necklace of thin chains for Margaery to match with myself and Ellaria.”

Oberyn grunts, his cock twitching and he hums in agreement. “It would be a very pleasant view, three gorgeous women, completely naked except for the chains around their necks.”

“It would be lovely to see.” You and Margaery seem to be the only ones who were surprised by how close you have become and how quickly, and your may or may not be looking forward to the sight yourself.

“Perhaps there is another bauble we can find for the three of you to wear tomorrow.” Oberyn muses. “I wish to see all three of you in very revealing dress. You will be on the sidelines.”

"We will wear anything you choose, love." It is very literally the least that the three of you can do, and you know that although you will all - Raeden included - be worried, you will be a united front of pride for Dorne.

“Good.” While there will be some who do not care what the lovers of Oberyn wear, just the three- four- of you being there will be an insult to the people who matter most in the private portion of this skirmish. Until he brings all their sins to the light for the Seven Kingdoms to see.

"It will be no small statement to have Margaery beside us. For the four of us to appear united in appearance as well?" It is an incredibly simple yet effective means of making your delegation seem all the more powerful, and you know that every small tactic counts. "It will disarm some of those in the capital who foolishly think Dorne to be less civilized."

“Exactly.” He is always pleased with you when you know why he is doing something. The cleverness of your minds makes him think that you would have been named your father’s heir of you had been born a man.

"Would you have us matching?" You ask him, thinking that that would take some effort to achieve by the morning. "Or wearing an emblem somehow?"

“Perhaps we will find something. If not, then there are…dresses in my trunk you could wear.” He admits with a small chuckle.

"There are more dresses in your trunks?" By this time you would have assumed that Ellaria had wore every stitch of clothing brought from Dorne to the northern capital, but apparently that assumption would be incorrect.

“If you wish to call them dresses.” He smirks. “There is more skin showing than fabric.”

"If only my belly were already swollen," you smirk up at him as you slow in your walk and come to a stop at the jeweler's stall. "That would be quite a sight to be shown off."

“One I will love to see when it happens. Especially since the dress will show off your belly.” Oberyn’s eyes narrow as he takes in the jewels on display.

"Your Graces." The man bows deeply to see you approach, the sight of the two of you together being most welcome to him. He knows it will end in a large purchase, if nothing else, and others had taken notice of the Dornish prince's patronage of his business. It had brought him enormous good fortune in the months since your first visit. "What is it you search for today?"

“Another necklace.” Oberyn informs him with a smirk. “Just like the one for my wife and my paramour. I wish to clasp it around our other lover’s neck.”

"I confess, I wondered if you might desire another." Disappearing from view for just a few seconds, the merchant comes back again with a small wooden box. He lifts the lid, showing off another glinting necklace of delicate chains. "Your reputation, after all, precedes you."

“Do you have a smaller version of this?” Oberyn asks as he traces the necklace with his fingers. “More…masculine?”

"Smaller as in…fewer strands?" The man's head tilts to one side, making sure he understands correctly.

“Fewer strands, more…” he turns to you with a frown. “I want one for Raeden.” He tells you.

"I assumed as much, when you wanted one more masculine." The expression on his face is half frustration and half plaintive, and you cup his cheek in your hand lovingly. "Do you want it to be worn under his robes tomorrow, or do you want it to be worn in bed, my love?"

“Both.” He grunts, looking at you with dark, lust filled eyes. “But I want him to wear it tomorrow. Showing on his bare chest to match your. United and under House Martell’s protection.”

"The prince desires another necklace with fewer, thicker chains," you inform the jeweler, squeezing Oberyn's hands in yours and pressing a kiss to his lips. "And it should be made to accommodate a broader chest."

The jeweler has questions but he keeps them to himself. Although the design might be on display after the custom jewelry is sold and discreetly mentioned that the Prince of Dorne bought for a male lover. It might be of interest to the right discreet party.

“It will be needed by tonight.” Neither you nor Oberyn would be willing to wait until morning and risk not having it be ready, but you are certain that Oberyn will want Raeden to wear the chains tonight, as well.

“Of course.” He knows now that the prince will not blink at the cost so he does not even warn him about the extra price for expedited work. The prince is a man who wants what he wants when he wants it with no regard to cost.

“What other new baubles have you? Any of your clever wife’s designs?” The puzzle ring that you gave to Oberyn is a favorite, and your eyes start to search through the trays of fine pieces right away.

“There is a wide selection.” He agrees eagerly, rushing over to show them to you. “Your interest and admiration has made her designs improve and her love of it increase.”

“I am very glad to hear it.” Oberyn has begun searching a different part of the stall, and you follows the merchant’s lead to look at the designs that his wife has made. “What is the piece she is most proud of? I wish to see it.”

“There is a bracelet design that my wife is very pleased with.” The latest designed may have been with a slight Dornish flair due to the Prince’s patronage. The bracelets have several bangles wove in between each other and can be pulled apart, but when they are in a solid mass, they give the illusion of being one solid piece, the bursting sun of Dorne etched into the gold.

“Oh, she is clever!” You hum happily when the merchant presents you with the multi-strand bracelet. “And your craftsmanship is exquisite, ser. It seems that no matter you you make, you and your wife are quite the formidable team.”

Delighted that you like it, he moves to grab the other ones. "I took the liberty of making several." He informs you. "Because I know that your group likes to have matching sets."

“We certainly do.” The stone in the middle of each Dornish sun is the only difference between the bracelets - one deep green, one pink-red, one orange, one yellow, one milky white, one rich blue, and one clear purple. They are stunning together and you beckon Oberyn closer to look. “There are seven, my love.” Your face shines with delight.

"Why seven?" Oberyn asks curiously. He could see if there were eight, for his daughters or two because of his last order of necklaces.

“You, Raeden, and Cal.” You have three bracelets beside your right hand, and then beside your left you point out the other four. “Ellaria, me, Margaery, and Leyth.”

"No, my love." He grunts. "I was asking the jeweler why he crafted seven bracelets."

The jeweler in question blushes, clearing his throat at the prince’s pointed attention. He was not going to call attention to the number after you seemed so delighted with the fact that there were seven. “In truth, your Grace?” He would shove his hands in his pockets in embarrassment if he had any. “There are three or four more being finished just this day. I thought to have a wide collection of colors for your Graces to choose from, that is all.”

"I will take them all." Oberyn decides, looking back at you to find you smiling down at the bracelet with a dreamy expression on your face. "What do you think, my love? For any others we might bring into our fold?" He hums. "Or perhaps..." He slides his hand around your waist and your stomach. "Perhaps as gifts for our children."

“They seem fitting for your girls, don’t you think?” If there are so many, that is. The idea of more cannot be banished from your mind. You must remember that Oberyn has a plan. “Hopefully they all have different favourite colors.”

The mention of ‘his girls’ makes Oberyn’s head snap back to the jeweler. “These bracelets.” He tells him. “I want eight more. Except instead of bursting suns, I want snakes. Coiled snakes with the different colored jewel in the eye.”

“It…is too much to do in one night.” The jeweler tells him with obvious regret and just a touch of fear. “Perhaps it could be done in two if everyone worked through the night…but I know that you are not one to wait, your Grace.”

"We will be leaving for Dorne in two days." He tells the jeweler. "Have them done by the time the ship leaves the harbor and I will give you a bonus to make it worth the effort."

“Yes, your Grace.” The man bows rather frantically, scooping up the few things that he had already talked to the two of you about, and dashing into the back of his stall. When his apprentice appears just a few moments later, you smile with the knowledge that he is going straight to work. It is not even the man’s own son he has sent to man his stall. He will be working well into the night.

"I will give my sand snakes the bracelets he is crafting now." He tells you with a proud smirk. "They will love them." He had been searching for gifts for his girls, always bringing them something when he has to travel and the bracelets would be perfect.

“They will make a beautiful gift, my love.” For his eight - soon, nine - children, a token from the trip when their father wed will hopefully be something to celebrate and not frown upon. “They will look well with the necklaces that Ellaria is bringing to each of your daughters.”

“She loves all of them.” He hums happily, smiling softly. “You will love them too, I hope.”

“I have no doubt.” One of your hands rests gently on his arm and you smile. “I cannot wait to meet them.”

“They will be waiting for us when we arrive in Sunspear.” He informs you with complete surety. “Expect many questions.”

“I expect they will have many.” Just imagining it makes you giggle, thinking of the youngest ones especially. The older girls you will be able to be more straightforward with. “Luckily we are bringing them a new grandfather as well, who will dote on them endlessly no matter who their mother is.” Being able to acquaint your father with the situations that resulted in all of Oberyn’s daughters’ births, he has been excited to meet them ever since. Once he saw how loving your husband can be and how happy you are, nothing else mattered.

“He had been surprisingly welcoming.” He had anticipated a bit of distance from his wife’s father, but he has been to dinner several times. “He will enjoy Dorne.” He frowns slightly. “I have written my brother about Marlee as well. To see if we can find her.”

“You are entirely too good, my love.” Losing her — and discovering why he had lost her — has been a reopened wound for your father, who has clung to all news and stories of Dorne in response. As though he might hear her name in one of them unwittingly.

“There is no stone I would leave unturned if my soulmate was lost to me.” He tells you, his hand sliding along your arm to tangle his fingers with yours.

“I believe I can confidently say that neither Ellaria nor I will ever leave your side.” Still, your fingers tangling tightly in his as though trying to convince him. “There is nothing in the Seven Hells that could ever tempt me away, my love.”

“That is good.” He squeezes your hand and smirks. “I will be very satisfied with being surrounded by my soulmates and our lovers for a long time.”

“Our trip home will be an interesting one, with so many of us in such close company,” you smirk up at your husband as you walk. “I imagine we will spend much time in our quarters.”

Oberyn chuckles. “I do not think Cersei imagined her gift to her daughter would ferry so many of her people away on it.”

“I suppose I can only be grateful that my family had a long-standing connection to Dorne and not to Casterly Rock.” You shudder slightly at the idea and cringe. “Imagine my mother’s victory if she had sold me to the Lannisters instead.”

“I would not wish such a fate on you.” He growls, protective of you despite the fact you are safe in his arms. “A husband with one hand who fucks his sister.”

“I would not wish such a fate on anyone.” It would have been her triumph, to manage something like that. You know how lucky and how grateful you are to have been promised to Oberyn. “I am grateful to be madly in love with my husband instead.”

“What is not to love?” He asks arrogantly with a small wink. He looks around the market again and then turns you back towards the books. “Should you not pick another dozen books for the trip to Dorne?”

“You have been so generous with growing my library that my trunks may weigh more than Margaery’s dowry.” Still, you are not about to protest. Not for a moment. “I may spend the entire journey home with my nose in a book.”

“The captain I have hired for the trip home is strong. He will have crew to move them.” He’s unconcerned with that, more interested in your happiness than anything.

“My husband indulges me.” And the adoration on your face is very clear as he leads you back toward the bookseller. “He is soft and tender hearted and sweet.”

“If you think me soft, do not be frightened tomorrow.” He jokes. He knows that you mean he is soft when it comes to you and Ellaria and how he indulges you.

“Ellaria has told me about Mereen,” you admit, leaning close to his side as you come to stop in front of the bookseller’s stall. “How you fight. What to expect.”

“I have survived many battles.” He nods. “I expect to survive many more.” He let’s go of your hand and pats your ass affectionately. “Go find the books you wish to read to me while you are sitting on my cock later on.”

******

There is a thickness, a palpable tension in the air, when you and Oberyn return from the marketplace. The jeweler had already sent by his delivery of the things Oberyn purchased which were already made, and the note from him listed the price for the items being created, which Oberyn barely glanced at. The delivery of your books, the scarves you found for Ellaria and Margaery, and the baby blanket made by the dressmaker who had crafted your Dornish-style gowns — all of it is waiting for you when you finally return. But the truest shock is that your father has apparently been spending time with Raeden, Ellaria, and Margaery this afternoon.

He hugs you when you drift into the room on Oberyn’s arm and shakes Oberyn’s hands warmly. “I thought I would pay my respects tonight instead of distracting you with well wishes in the morning.” He tells your husband honestly.

While he had not thought much of your father when he first met the man, he had been sorely impressed with his insight since your mother’s departure. They had several frank and interesting conversations and Oberyn had refrained from engaging in his normal pleasures that he might with another lord, taking him to a whorehouse. “Many thanks.” He offers with a smile. “Join us, we are having a Dornish feast delivered by the best cook outside of her boarders.” He boasts. “In fact, I have offered him a place in the palace kitchens and he will sail with us when we depart.”

“We are bringing Salin home with us?” Ellaria sounds delighted with the idea and her fingers trace up your arm. “I think the princess had a hand in this. For the love of date cakes,” she teases.

“It was Oberyn,” you admit, laughing at how right Ellaria is about your craving. “But I am certainly not upset about it.”

“I would be delighted to stay.” Your father perks up at the mention of Dornish food. “It has been some time since I have had a good Dornish meal. The cooks would alter the recipes at home to their tastes.” He huffs, aware that his mother had written them done very specifically.

“Salin is extraordinarily talented.” Even Margaery is looking forward to the meal, having been fully converted to the cuisine of her new home with the first meal she tried. “He prepared the feast we are the night Raeden and I were wed and I have never tasted anything more magnificent.”

“Then I am eager to sample this cooking. My Marlee was a magnificent cook and I would often tease her that she would make a fortune selling her food.” Your father hums, knowing no one would fault him for speaking of his soulmate.

“I would like to hear more of her, if you are willing.” Speaking of Marlee seems to soothe your father and you must admit to being curious about the woman who could have been your mother.

“She was always smiling, always humming a little tune under her breath while she worked.” He tells you. “Making these delicious little tarts. I could eat a hundred of them.”

"How did you meet?" There is tea from the keep's kitchens while you await Salin's arrival with your dinner, and you offer a seat in front of the fire to your father.

“In Dorne.” He looks over at you fondly, smiling with the bittersweet smile of a man who is remembering a better time. “We had traveled back for my grandfather’s funeral. Mother was beside herself and my father could not leave. So I volunteered to escort her.” He had been brash and young, but already a good soldier. Handy with a sword. “I was bored by the grieving in the house, so I had snuck down to the kitchens.” He sighs. “She was baking. Flour on her cheek and singing a song as she mixed bread dough.”

“She worked for Grandmother’s family?” That is a surprise, and certainly makes you wish you had been bold enough to tell him about Raeden sooner. He would have been far more sympathetic than you knew.

“Yes.” He nods, his eyes sliding over to where Raeden is sitting with Margaery. “Although I think your path was leading you here.” He tells you, knowing what is whirling in that clever mind of yours. “She was beautiful. Raven black hair and yet…she had green eyes. The color of a watery jade.”

“So you fell in love over a secret meeting and a loaf of bread?” There is nothing sad or even melancholy in the life you have now, so you try to keep the conversation happy.

“The scar on my neck.” He pulls down the edge of his undershirt and his robe to expose the old, silvery scar. “It was new and fresh. Her dress showed it.” He shares a knowing grin with Oberyn. “She was mine from the first moment.”

“That sounds terribly romantic,” Margaery sighs, still softly envious of anyone who knows their soulmate or who has ever known them. “To have such definitive proof. To never wonder. It sounds remarkable.”

Her husband tightens his hold around her, offering her comfort. Everyone in this room knows that Margaery’s soulmate died without her ever knowing who it was. “If matching marks are ever discovered.” He murmurs softly. “They will be welcomed into our home.” It is the least he could offer considering the two sets of marks he bears, and the relationships he has with both women.

“If I ever have a set of marks appear?” Margaery nuzzles against him, glancing over at you before looking back to his eyes. “I hope that they will be yours or Star’s.”

“I would wear three sets of scars proudly.” He murmurs, bumping his nose against her cheek and then kissing her lips.

“As would I.” If the gods ever saw fit to give you three soulmates, you could not be happier to have one of them be Margaery.

“You are too generous.” Despite her inexperience, she has come to love to dynamic between the three of you especially, although she also enjoys time with Ellaria and Oberyn. Even if Oberyn had not yet fucked her.

“The gods have twice blessed you, pumpkin.” Your father chuckles. He still not quite understand the dynamic at play, but has decided that as long as you are happy, he does not need to. “To heap more upon you would be showing favoritism.”

“I would not expect anything less from gods concerning Star.” Ellaria chuckles quietly. She winks at you. “Perhaps the gods will send another wonderful person into Margaery’s life to add to our blessings.”

Glancing over at your husband, you bite back a grin and you wink at his as he so often does to you. "We will need a bed the size of you entire chamber if we continue to add members to our group."

You father clears his throat, reminding himself that he does not need to ask questions about things he does not wish to know. You are happy, and that is a rarity in life. “Dinner will be delightful, I’m sure.”

"It will." Leyth appears in the doorway, blessedly distracting from your embarrassment and ushering in Salin with his baskets upon baskets of delicious food.

“Salin, you outdo yourself every time.” Ellaria rises graceful and moves to greet the man with a charming smile and a hug. “Oberyn tells us you will be sailing back to Dorne with us?”

"The prince has most graciously offered to allow me to return home with your party." His hand is over his heart as he sets down the baskets from his other arm and Ellaria begins to unload them all over the large dining table. "I am most grateful to be able to see my family again."

“You must join us tonight.” Oberyn decides, motioning to the table. “We will be spending time together in much less spacious confines, let us drink and celebrate with delicious food tonight.”

"I could not impose--" Salin begins, but you immediately shake your head to stop him.

"Please," you insist, motioning for everyone to gather around the table. "We will not stand on ceremony tonight, but feast and celebrate as friends and family. We insist."

Looking around the table, Salin sees nothing but encouraging smiles and the murmurs of agreement, and he nods. "Your Graces are very kind. It would be my honour to join you."

There is something familiar about the young man. It tugs at your father’s thoughts but he tries to dismiss it as simply being nostalgic for his soulmate and everything to do with a culture he had much preferred to the rigid standards of the North.

Sitting down together at the table is indeed like an odd group of friends and family, but it is welcoming for that. Cal and Leyth join you instead of eating separately. Ellaria's mood is bright and boisterous. She speaks with Oberyn and Salin of home with such nostalgia that your father practically sighs with longing, and the rest of you who have never been to Dorne are hanging on every word.

Raeden leans back, watching the group with a smile as he strokes Margaery’s arm. Looking at the group that he has come to care for very much and squirms slightly in anticipation for things to come. It was not as if he had meant to wait to be with Oberyn. The moment had just never really come to be quite yet, but he want it so badly he cannot wait for the night to continue.

“I hope you will all forgive the indulgence,” Salin is saying as he begins to unpack the beautiful containers of sweet treats he prepared for dessert. “I have catered to her Grace’s cravings for our final course. Date cakes, figs with soft cheese, honey soaked fried dough, and crispy pastry with honey and nut filling. All of the princess’s favourites that I have been fortunate to discover so far.”

“Salin.” Your eyes grow as wide as saucers at the spread, practically giggling with glee. “You are far too kind and far too indulgent.”

The pastry with honey and nut filling makes your father tilt his head curiously as he finishes up his own meal. Easily enjoying the best Dornish meal he has had since he has been to the country. Watching as you pile a clean plate high with the delicacies with an indulgent chuckle.

“Try them, Papa.” You insist, moving the plate of crispy, sticky pastry toward your father. “I promise you will not be disappointed. Salin is a magician.”

Once offered, your father eagerly reaches for the pastry, likening it to one he has had many years ago and takes a bite quickly. "Mmmmmhhhhh." The moan is immediate and louder than he would have normally given over any good food. "I-- this tastes exactly like the tarts my soulmate would make."

“Are they traditional?” The question is for anyone at the table who would know - Salin, of course, but Oberyn or Ellaria, too.

“Not especially, your Grace.” Salon’s expression is apologetic. “They are a family recipe. My mother would make them for special dinners. Birthdays, usually.”

"This-- this is exactly like Marlee would make." Your father groans again after another bite. "She added a touch of anise. Not too much or it would overpower the nuts, she always said." He shoves the rest of the tart into his mouth and reaches for another.

Confused, Salin tilts his head and watches as your father seems entranced by the sweets. “You knew my mother?” He asks, not entirely sure how that could be.

The air is sucked out of the room and the tart in his hand falls to the table as your father's head whips around to gape at the man who had served the food. "Your mother?" He chokes out. "Your mother is Marlee Sand?"

“I—yes?” Confused even further as to why this fact has caused such a reaction in the older nobleman, Salin nods. “Marlee Brude, after marrying my sisters’ father. But she was born Marlee Sand.”

"She-- she's dead." The blood rushes to his ears and his head is swimming as he rolls his eyes over to you desperately. "She told me she was dead." He whispers, begging you to confirm that your mother told him that his soulmate was killed.

“I am sure it is a coincidence.” Although, which your father clutching your hand so tightly, your confidence wanes. “Sand is the most common name in Dorne. And surely Marlee is—”

“Is an unusual name.” Ellaria cuts in, glancing between the two of you and Salin. “Not unheard of, but not common.”

“And my mother is very much alive,” Salin adds, still not quite understanding what is happened. “I had a letter from her not a fortnight ago.”

"I don't understand.." He shakes his head, clinging to you and looking at Salin with a more critical eye before he gasps. "Boy." He barks, although Salin is a man grown and not a boy. "Do you have your mother's eyes or your fathers?" He demands.

Salin huffs, being well past thirty years of age and no longer a boy. “My father’s, according to my mother. Much good though that may do me.”

“Pumpkin.” He reaches for your jaw and cradles it gently as he looks from your eyes, his eyes, and then towards the man who shares those eyes. “How-- is it possible?” He whispers quietly.

"You cannot be my father, sir, no matter how much coincidence maybe at play tonight." It is all a little too much for Salin, and he pushes away from the table with a frown. "My father was some far-flung Northern lord who chose money over his soulmate. He married a shrew of a woman and never gave my mother a second thought."

That makes him frown, shaking his head and letting go of your chin to stand, swaying slightly at the revelation that this is his son sitting in front of him. “I can swear on my honor I have thought of your mother every day I have been apart from her.” He tells Salin. “I was led to believe that she had returned to Dorne when my betrothal was announced, as I was trying to convince my father to let me marry Marlee.”

"It cannot be." The color drains from Salin's face even as he stands to face your father. His father? There is something familiar reflected in the older man's face that makes him hesitate, but as he glances away to try to take a shaky breath, his eyes fall on your father's neck. Or - specifically - on the decades old scar that mars his skin. It is that scar that makes him gasp and his eyes dart up to the older man's again. "Tell me how you got that scar." He demands.

“A small skirmish on the northern boarder of our lands when I was young.” It was the first time he had killed a man, and he had barely escaped with his life. He had told Marlee about it one night after sex, her giggling as he had re-enacted it completely nude. He sees that Salin might believe him. “Have you see it before?”

"Do you know what truly happened to the Marlee Sand that you knew?" There is anger there, or at least frustration and surprise, and Salin bristles slightly when your father's story matches what his mother told him of the scar she wears from her soulmate. "Why she returned to Dorne?"

“My bitch of a wife had confessed just weeks ago that she had paid a solider to have her killed.” Your father’s anger rides across his face, a dark storm cloud of emotions that has him curling his fists. He had missed Marlee for years and then mourned her over the past weeks, now to find out she was still living? It is almost too much to bear.

"That soldier had a change of heart." Salin murmurs, feeling the impossibility of the situation slam through him with determination. "He told her to run, and she did." His shoulders hunch, disbelief clouding his features as he shakes his head. "I am Salin Sand because she was driven from your lands. It was many years before she even acknowledged a man's attention. My sisters are young, yet. Young like Lady Sunstone."

The chair in front of him is the only thing that keeps his kneels from buckling as your father learns his soulmate is really alive. Still bearing no marks from her on his body, he had never considered she was alive. “Son.” He chokes out, nearly sobbing at the fact that this man is his grown son. “Tell me she is well. That she is happy?”

Before Salin can even think, he finds himself embracing your father - his father - with tears pooling in his eyes. "I think she will be again," he admits, shaking a little as he processes everything that has happened today. He has gone from simply being able to return home to returning home with his father. "She has been a widow these last few years, but I know she has never forgotten you. In fact--" He pulls away just enough to look at the scar again, fully digesting its existence and the existence of the man who wears it. "She had sent me to learn of you. That...that is why I left Dorne."

“She-- you did?” He’s astonished because he had never seen you before tonight. “I-- did you ever come to the Vale?” He asks, immediately suspicious of his bitch of a wife. Even if she hadn’t rubbed the knowledge of his bastard son in his face, she might have sent him away and never let him know.

“I was robbed on my first night in King’s Landing.” Salin sighs. “I opened my stall in the marketplace as a way to earn the money to return home, but clearly I have been unsuccessful.” Living hand to mouth is difficult for anyone, but it had been particularly embarrassing to have to live in his stall the first few weeks. Things had improved, but not enough. Not until Prince Oberyn.

“I-- I didn’t know of you.” He tells him, hating that they had pulled apart to continue talking. Even as the rest of the table looks on with great curiosity, he only had eyes for his eldest child. “Or I would have- I would have brought her home.” He knows that marriage wouldn’t have been allowed but Marlee and Salin would have been safe, protected and loved.

“It seems I was meant always to have sisters.” The younger man laughs, finally looking over to where you are still sitting - dumbfounded - at the table before his eyes cut back to his father. “Mother will be glad to know you have not forgotten her.”

“I will-- would you allow me to see her?” His eyes are hopeful but there may be too much resentment there to let it be possible. The idea of seeing his soulmate again has him wishing he was already in Dorne.

“It will be up to her.” Even as a young boy who wished to defend her, Salin understood that his mother was strong enough to choose her life for herself. “I have already sent a raven home to tell her that I will be returning with the prince and princess. She will be waiting at the docks for my arrival. I only ask that you allow me to tell her you are there first. To not ambush her.”

It is nearly a miracle that he does not make himself lightheaded, he is nodding so quickly. “Of course.” He agrees before he looks around the table at the rest of the group. “Would you--” he clears his throat. “Would you like to come to my chambers?” He asks, knowing you are eager to celebrate with your husband and he wants to talk to Salin more. “I have wine, or stronger spirits. We can talk?” He is hopeful, biting his lip as he looks at the son that he has missed out on his entire life with. Wishing to know everything about him.

“You are not going anywhere until I am allowed to embrace my oldest brother.” The idea of all of it has overwhelmed you, but the smile on your face is soft and dreamlike. How utterly right that your father should be able to have again what had been stolen from him. That he will have the chance to know his eldest child.

Salin seems almost shocked that you would be wanting a hug, but he’s opening his arms immediately and moving towards the woman who he now knows is his sister. “Gladly. Without you and the prince, this would not be.”

“We will all have time to get to know each other much better on the voyage home.” The warmth of the embrace is genuine — two shocked individuals taking what is in front of them and fully accepting it head on. “And I hope you will find it a comfortable thing to call us by our given names now that we are family.”

“It-- it will take time, Princess.” Salin admits with a small smile as he pulls back. “Perhaps his feelings will change once we change his last name to mine.” Your fathers interjects. “If he is willing to be claimed.”

“We will have that conversation.” There are many mixed feelings that Salin has had about his father over his lifetime. Now, with an entire family being offered to him, the thing he wants first is simply to know this man. “But tonight, let us simply begin to know each other. More will come in time.”

“Come.” The older man nods and motions towards the door. “If we talk too late into the night, there is another bed you can sleep in if you have no wish to walk the roads of King’s Landing.”

It is almost surreal to watch your father and brother step away together. The tension that had filled the room seems to dissipate all at once, and you fall down again in your seat beside Raeden with a sigh. “That was…unexpected.”

“Completely astounding.” Oberyn muses thoughtfully, still reclined in his chair and shaking his head. “Fate is playing in your life, Star. The Gods have truly taken an interest.”

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Pairing: Fireball x female reader

Summary: Fireball comes back from a mission and shows you just how much he missed you

Warning: 18+( no minors allowed) oral(female receiving), fingering, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, praise kink ,glove kink, multiple orgasms, aftercare

A/n: Rip King. You'll always be in our hearts

You were in the kitchen too busy dancing along to the music as you cooked one of Gregor's recipe's with a few spicy modifications to notice that your front door opened and closed. You also didn't hear the sound of soft footsteps approaching you and that your lover was watching you. Fireball leaned against the door for a moment as he watched you before sneaking up behind you while you focused on adding something to the food and wrapping his arms around your waist. You yelped and went to attack when Fireball stopped you as he grabbed your wrist. "It's just me, Mesh'la." Once your heart stopped racing you playfully slapped Fireball on the chest. "Don't do that. You scared the crap out of me." Fireball laughed and pulled you into his arms. "I'm sorry, love. You were just too cute with your dancing." You giggled against Fireball's armor and looked up at him. "Hi." Fireball gave you a little Eskimo kiss on your nose. "Hi." Fireball kisses you on the lips and you moan a little. You open your mouth and you let Fireball in. Fireball pulls you closer and you wrap your arms tight around his neck. Your kissing turns into a heated make out session and while your tongues tangle together Fireball slides his hands down from your back all the way down to your ass. He gives it a little squeeze and you squeal against Fireball's lips. "Does my girl like that?" You tilt your head and give Fireball access to your neck. "Yes..", you whimper out as Fireball kisses the spot on your neck that makes you turn putty. Fireball gives you a few more kisses before pulling away and looking down at you. "How about we go into the bedroom and you let me show you how much I've been wanting you since I've left." Fireball grinds his codpiece against you and you gasp. "What about the food? I was making your favorite." "Forget the food. I need you so badly, Meshla." You wanted Fireball just as bad so you turned around and shut off the stove. Once the stove was off Fireball turned you around and picked you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and Fireball carries you to your shared bedroom.

Fireball sets you down on the bed and greedily kisses you before tugging down your shorts and taking your underwear down with them. He tosses both articles of clothing to the side and looks down at you. The sight before him was something that he will remember forever. "So beautiful. so wet." Fireball runs his fingers over your slick folds and you moan. "Fireball.." He runs his gloved fingers over them a couple of more times before pushing one inside of you. You gasp again and instantly clench around his finger. Fireball pumps his finger in and out of you a couple of times before adding another finger. "Ahh." You bite your lower lip in order to keep yourself from being too loud but Fireball didn't care. "None of that, pretty girl. I want all of Coruscant to know who's bringing you pleasure." Fireball pumps his fingers in and out of you at a slow but brutal pace. You writh against his hand as Fireball rubs your clit with his thumb and you clench some more around his fingers. "Please..I'm so close."

As you were about to reach your orgasm Fireball suddenly pulled his fingers out of you and you whimpered. You looked down at Fireball. "Why did you stop?" Fireball gave you a devilish look before licking your drenched pussy. You gasped which quickly turned into a moan as Fireball ate you out and before you knew it you were on the verge of reaching your peak once again. You clench the comforter into a fist as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach and you are coming on Fireball's tongue. You throw your head back as your bedroom fills with your moans and Fireball eats you out through your orgasm. Once you come down Fireball cleans you up a few more times before standing up and takes his armor off.

Once the armor is off and stacked in a pile by the door Fireball comes back over to you and leans over you as he cages you in with his arms. "Ready for round two, mesh'la?" You nod your head once and Fireball takes his hard cock into his hand. He pumps it a few times before setting the tip against your entrance. "Fireball, please. I need you so badly." Fireball slowly eases his cock inside of you and the two of you moan. It's been so long since Fireball has had you like this and the feeling of being inside of you after being gone so long feels so good with you already clenching around him.

"I've missed your sweet pussy. You feel so good around me. My good girl taking my cock so well." Fireball leans his forehead against yours as he slowly removes himself with only the tip still inside of you before slamming back inside of your heat. You gasp and Fireball does it again. He sets a steady rhythm for the two of you and you dig your fingernails into his shoulders as Fireball hits all the right places. "Oh fuck. Don't stop." Fireball buries his face between your neck and shoulder as he thrusts in and out of you at a brutal pace.

You cling to each other as it's been so long since you've last been together. You feel that familiar knot begin to form in your stomach once again as Fireball starts to hit that sweet spot of yours that he knows will having you coming in no time. "I'm close.. fuck." Fireball sits up and adjusts your position so that your legs are over his shoulders and he can bury himself deeper inside of you. Fireball cups your breast as he moves faster and twists your nipple between his fingers. You clench the comforter with your hands again as you are getting closer. Fireball removes his hand from your breast and rubs your clit. "I'm gonna cum." Your lover rubs you faster. "Come for me, cyar'ika." At his command you come around his cock and throw your had back in ecstasy as you see stars.

Fireball's thrusts start to become sloppy as he feels his own peak coming and not long after you he's cumming inside of you. He moans as he cums inside of you and once he empties inside of you he slowly pulls out of you. His seed spills out of you onto the comforter and he grabs a rag from the fresher. Fireball cleans the both of you up before settling back down next to you. He pulls you into his arms and kisses you on top of your head.

"You did so good for me, cyare." You giggle and look up at Fireball. "Welcome home." Fireball kisses you on the lips this time and pulls away. "I love you." You kiss him again on the lips. "I love you, too."

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madwomansapologist · 2 years ago

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Can you do a oberyn martell x reader x ellaria sand ?

Can it be that you are a powerfull and sstunning woman leader and warrior and you reject them because you think they dont know struggle feels like , and you meet dany and fall in love with her eventually becoming queen and ...welll queen?

burn it | Oberyn Martell, Ellaria Sand, Daenerys Targeryen

synopsis: As the commander of the Martell's army, you dream about the day where your people would finally destroy the Lannisters. You share your life with Oberyn Martell, one of the greatest warriors that ever existed, and Ellaria Sand, a woman whose mind is as sharp as yours. It was perfect. Until you meet the dragon.

warnings: female!reader. Elia Martell needs to be avenged. Gregor Clegane needs to die. Lannisters death implied. Eddard Stark my beloved, my hero, the best man Westeros could ever had, my one and only savor. Imagine if the plot line with the Lannisters in Dorne and Daenerys conquering Westeros hapenned at the same time.

note: thanks for your request! So... I could never write those characters as weak cuz I love them and their arcs and actually I think that Oberyn is one of the best characters ever written, so I didn't follow your request in the exact way you wanted. Either way, I hope you like it!

When you're born in a war, you need to understand that no one but your side is human. If you don't, you curse yourself. Because thats gonna be a moment when you'll treat your enemy as a human and that will be the cause of your fall. You never committed that mistake.

Resentful is a great word to describe you. To describe how your mind works. You learned to divided the world in two: the ones by your side and the ones that need to be destroyed. Its only you and them against the world. You, Oberyn and Ellaria.

Few can say they found one great love in Westeros. And you have found two.

Oberyn offers you the tenderness that none could imagine coming from a warrior. You don't fear him seeing your wounds and scars: Oberyn's skin match yours. His pain feels like home. His gentle touch, sharp words, dirtiest smiles: Oberyn was made to defy you.

Ellaria helds you with a security that none could imagine coming from a bastard. You don't fear her hearing your worst thoughts and filthy truths: Ellaria's mind match yours. Her pain feels like home. Her rough hands, straight demands, dirtiest words: Ellaria was made to mirror you.

"The Lannister's ships were seen crossing the Narrow Sea."

Lying your head on Ellaria's chest, feeling the tip of her fingers slowly carresing the naked skin of your back, you almost didn't hear his words. You opened your eyes, glaring at Oberyn. Sitting on the other side of the bed, his dark eyes stared at the celling.

"And what we gonna do?" Ellaria asked. "They are too powerful." Ellaria would keep talking, but she felt your smile against her skin. "Whats on your mind, my lady?"

"The Lannisters are powerful." You supported yourself on your elbowns. Your humid hair, humid because of what them made to you, fell in front of your eyes. Ellaria tucked your hair behind your ear. "But thats not their land."

"So you want to judge them?" Ellaria licked her lips. "I think we could do that."

"No." You reply. Oberyn's stare burned your cheeks. "Lannisters are the ones that love judgments. I don't have energy to waste with their intricate lies. I want a war."

Oberyn disagreed. "We need a judgment. We need to hear to truth. We need to punish them with more than just a sword."

"We would win a war, but a judgment? Have you already forgotten what they did to Eddard Stark? I've never meet a more honorable man, and he was executed for treason. We can win a war."

"Eddard was executed because he was so honorable." Oberyn approached you, moving on the mattress. "We can do better than him. If we play it right we can end their bloodline."

"It don't feel right." You look deeply inside his dark eyes. "My lord, trust me. I feel it in my bones."

"I trust you. With my life. So trust me. We can make them pay." Oberyn slid his callused hands across the row of your column. "Unbowed."

Ellaria kissed his free hand. She made her choice, and it was to trust Oberyn. Looking at you, she let the words slide across her lips. "Unbent."

It didn't seem right. It wasn't the right choice. But nothing would stop Oberyn. Elia was your queen, but she was his sister. 'Was'? Can death separate brothers? Elia is his sister. Not even death can transform a 'is' into a 'was'.

"Unbroken." You ended, crawling to them.

"Repeat that."

You must have heard it wrong. You totally heard it wrong. That is no chance you didn't heard it wrong.

"Dragons." One of your sworn squires told you. "Three dragons."

Followed by your personal guard, armed with your usual weapons of choice, your horse was a extension of your body. You put on your armor to no look weak. You wouldn't look threatening, not with three dragons around you, but you couldn't look weak. The path circling the Sea of Dorne wasn't a concern of yours, all you could think about was Daenerys Targaryen.

She made her way from Dragonstone to Dorne. Why? No ship, no men, no army, but three dragons. If she wanted a war, she would win. But she asked for you. Daenerys Targaryen asked for you. You can't look weak, but that was no reason to go armed for a war.

Approaching the bay, you already could see them. Those dragons made you think about death. About how easy it could be for you to die because they felt hunger. Because they were bored. Because they didn't like your scent. If you didn't need to look strong, if you were just a soldier and not a general, you would be crying of fear.

Carressing what seem to be a squama, all you could see was the long blonde braided hair. Her clothes somehow reminded you of her dragons. You heard that she wasn't a warrior, but now you see what she is: a conqueror. The valyrian blood run in her veins.

"You asked for me." The crash of the waves, whatever the noises dragons made were called, made you scream to be heard. You leave your horse and squires behind, an act of trust.

When she turned it was difficult to not gasp. Daenerys Targaryen. Her beauty wasn't exaggerated. Or her guts. A Targaryen in Dorne? She may have dragons, and it did took you by surprise, but the history shows what your people did to them before.

The only way to defeat Dorne is by turning it into ash. Daenerys don't look like someone that would waist her time on that task.

Daenerys released her dragons. He flew away. She didn't even stumbled with the force of his jump. "Every Small Counsil needs a Lord Commander."

It wasn't a order. A request. A beg. It was just a simple phrase. And with something so simple she said more than anyone could. The Small Counsil server the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I am not a lord."

She look and talk like a conqueror. "And I am not a king."

Your smirk made Daenerys felt something different. Something warm.

"Thats a thing a lot of people before you tried to change without success", you started. "I fight for Dorne."

"But who said you would have to choose between Dorne or my offer?", said Daenerys. Her violet eyes seen to glow. "You're at one 'yes' of ending the Lannisters. At one 'yes' of avenging Elia."

You tried not to look tempted. "The Lannisters are under my watch. You offer me nothing I don't already own."

Daenerys took a deep breath.

"Don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself. People here want justice, a confession, a proper judgment. You don't need that. Not only you don't need, but you don't believe it would work. What you want, what you know would be the best, is to feel the warm blood on your hands. Thats something I can give you."

You looked back. Your little army was far enough to not hear a word of what is being said. And her dragons are loud enough to make you certain of that.

"Why are you offering this to me?"

"Because you hate those who I hate. They killed your queen. They killed my brother, my father, the kids your queen foal."

It wasn't enough. "Lannisters collect enemies. If you want me to be honest, than do the same. Why me?"

"I need a Commander that I can trust. I need a Commander that won't forgot their words and kill me when winds change. I need a Commander that will kill whoever needs to be killed and defend whoever needs to be defended." Daenerys smile at you. "You are loyal to a dead queen. If I avenge her, would you be loyal to a living one?"

Daenerys took off her leather gloves. She reached out for you, showing her pale hand. "All you need to do is to make a feast. Have your fun, but make sure to lock all Lannisters in the room. I will make the rest."

It was difficult. The most difficult choice you ever made. But you couldn't lie to yourself.

You didn't took her hand into your. You didn't opened your mouth ou decorated your face with a smile. You bowed.

"My Khaleesi."

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carolinetano7567 · 2 years ago

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A little Rex x female Jedi reader thingy cuz I’m bored. 😂

Everything had seemed to play out in slow motion. Of the hundreds of troopers that had surrounded you, it was hard to tell from which blaster the shot came. You were lying on the ground, gasping for breath as incinerating pain shot up from your abdomen and squeezed the breath from your chest. You still gripped your lightsaber in your hand, but you knew you were now useless with it. Rex had warned you about this mission. You knew it would be risky…but you never anticipated getting shot. Your head lurched back as another wave of pain washed over you, greater than the others. You needed a medic…or any kind of help for that matter. Rex, Gregor, and Echo were nearby picking off the remaining troopers; you could hear the sounds of the struggle although your ears were ringing.

“Rex…” You coughed weakly. You knew your voice would never reach him. His focus was on the enemy. But perhaps— perhaps there was another way.

You shut your eyes, and sucked in a deep, shaky breath. Despite the blazing pain coming from your abdomen, years of training at the Jedi Temple kicked in as you cleared your mind, save for one face.

“Rex,” You whispered, desperately reaching for him through the Force.

“Rex,” Your head started to spin, and you were brought back to the chaotic sounds of the battlefield after a moment’s peace. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the wound steadily pulsed with excruciating pain. You felt your hands starting to tremble.

Then Rex shouted out your name. Strong, clear, and distinct amongst blaster fire, and cries of struggle. Your entire body felt like it was made of concrete, but you weakly rolled your head to the side to see Rex dashing across the battlefield to reach you.

It had worked. Any storm troopers that stood in his path he cut down without hesitation as he skidded to your side. He dropped to his knees, and started examining you; all the while muttering curses under his breath.

“Ah no. No, no, no, no, no.” He panted. He slid his arm around your neck, but you could feel your consciousness beckoning to slip away. He looked down at you, his eyes wide and full of fear.

“Just hang in there, y/n.” He whispered. You could hear how terrified he was in his tone.

“Gregor!” He barked. “We need a med pack! Now!” His eyes darted about wildly as you heard Gregor call “I’m on it, Rex!”

“Just stay with me, alright?” Rex looked back down at you. “Stay with me.” His voice was barely audible. With all the strength you could muster, you lifted your shaking hand, and caressed his cheek. He leaned into your touch, and overlapped your small hand with his. You could feel that he was shaking.

“Rex, I can’t…” You gasped as the pain intensified. Rex brought you closer to himself, and pressed your hand to his chest.

“You have to try.” He whispered, his brow creased in sorrow. “Please I— I can’t loose you.”

You knew it wasn’t up to you, but you dreaded all the things you would never see again. The sunrise, the stars…Rex smiling. You loved him more than anything, and now he would never know. A tear trailed down your cheek, and Rex’s breath got caught in his throat.

You wanted to say so much, but had not the strength.

“I’m…sorry.” Was all you managed with a wry grin.

Rex breathed your name, and held you tightly. “No…no, please.” He begged, his eyes brimming with tears. Your head rolled back, and you slipped into quiet darkness.

“Light.” Was the first thing you thought. You were lying against something soft, and there was a white light spilling over you. As you further awoke, your senses started to reboot. Your abdomen pulsed with a dull ache, but you felt comfortable in the position you were in. You blinked your bleary eyes a few times as they adjusted to the light of the med bay. You recognized it to be the one in Rex’s ship. Then it registered in your mind, that your hand was clasped by something warm, and firm. Turning your head to the side, you see Rex, hunched over asleep by your bedside. Your hand was folded between his. You blushed, and your chest swelled with a happy breath.

Straining a bit, you pushed yourself up, and laid your hand on Rex’s shoulder.

He jolted up, and blinked a few times; disoriented.

“Oh thank the Maker.” He heaved when he saw you. He took your hand again, and gently rubbed his thumb across it.

“It’s warm.” He whispered, smiling down at it. You then felt the little wet drop of a tear atop your hand.

“It’s been so cold…” Rex shut his eyes, and tried to steady himself.

You smiled at him, realizing that he probably hadn’t left your side.

“How long were you sitting there?” You softly asked.

“That doesn’t matter.” Rex gave a slight chuckle.

“Yes,” you contradict, grinning. “It does.”

Rex sighed, and sat down beside you. “As long as it took for you to wake up.” He shrugged. Your heart started to beat faster.

“Thank you.” You whispered as tears welled up in your eyes. You blinked and they started to fall.

“There now, none of that.” Rex grinned, and gently brushed them away with his thumb. “You heal up now, you hear?” He asked, regaining his composure. “And maybe I’ll arrange an—excursion for the both of us.” He turned red, and scratched the back of his head.

“I’d like that very much.” You smiled, and brushed a hair back behind you ear. “An excursion for the two of us, it is.”

#Captain Rex #Captain Rex x Reader #ngl i kinda wish that was me 🤣🤣🤣

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nahoney22 · 6 months ago

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🌺 Foxglove Commander Fox 🌺

Garden Wishes

X female senator reader

word count: 1.3k

🌸 💐 Flower Fic Event 💐 🌸

Just a cute little event with Clones and some Flowers me and some of my moots decided to do on discord for @arctrooper69 birthday today! 🎉 🌸 🌺 Check the tag #cloneflowerficevent to see more! 💐

warnings: None, fluff, reader wearing a skirt, catching feelings.

Others involved with this event are (will add links to there fics once posted💜):

🌸 @arctrooper69 - Tup, Rex, Gregor

🌸@photogirl894 - Hunter, Wrecker, Fives

🌸 @totallyunidentified - 99, Cody

🌸 @dragonrider9905 - Hardcase

🌸 @l-lend - Wolffe

🌸 @jedi-hawkins - Kix

🌸 @moonstrider9904 - Howzer

“It’s a lovely day, wouldn’t you agree, Commander?” You muse, enjoying the sun's warm caress on your skin. Your question is directed to Clone Commander Fox, who trails a few steps behind you as you stroll through the Senate Gardens.

As a Senator, moments of peace and solitude are rare and precious and for you, it’s best spent admiring the diverse plant life. Though Commander Fox, your assigned protector, doesn’t seem to share your enthusiasm.

“It is, ma’am,” he replies curtly, his lack of enthusiasm evident. You decide not to press him and continue your walk with a playful roll of your eyes.

Pausing by a bush adorned with tiny white flowers, you crouch carefully to avoid snagging your regal, albeit cumbersome, skirt. “These are some of my favorites,” you say as Fox halts behind you. “Leucanthemum Vulgare.”

“I’m not familiar with it, ma’am,” he responds, surprising you. Fox rarely speaks unless spoken to, but perhaps after weeks of close quarters, he feels inclined to converse back.

“Just daisies,” you chuckle, standing again. You notice Fox instinctively reaching out to assist you, only to quickly tuck his hands behind his back when you were fine.

Continuing your walk, your feet eventually tire, and you opt to sit on a nearby bench while Fox stands awkwardly beside you. “You can sit with me, Commander,” you suggest, patting the space next to you.

“I appreciate the offer, but I must remain vigilant to protect you,” he replies, giving you a nod and you can’t help but wonder what expression lies behind his helmet.

“I doubt anyone will attack me here,” you say, though Fox’s squared shoulders suggest otherwise. “...or do you know something I don’t?”

He clears his throat and gazes down at you, his eyes meeting yours through the visor. “All Senators are at risk, ma’am. However… your advocacy for Clone rights has made you a target in certain political circles.”

You shrug. “If they want to shoot me for it, so be it.”

“Ma’am, please don’t say that,” Fox winces, looking away and shaking his head. He seems to want to speak freely, but refrains.

“Thank you for protecting me,” you say gently, shifting your gaze to the vibrant flowers that soothe your nerves. “I can’t think of another Clone I’d rather have by my side to appreciate these gardens.”

Fox tenses beside you. “Y-you’re welcome,” he stammers, a rare but endearing lapse in his typical stoicism.

You both settle into a peaceful silence, though you wondered how Fox is faring. Often, you ponder whether he enjoys these quiet moments with you or would rather be back in his office. You recall the amusing sight of his brothers stuffing countless empty caf cups into a corner when you first visited him, and the strain in his voice and stiff body language betrayed his embarrassment over the discovery of his caf addiction.

You just hoped it wasn’t because he was exhausted.

“So,” you begin, snapping out of your worried thoughts, “you’ve walked with me in these gardens plenty of times now, Commander. Is there any particular plant, flower, or tree you like?”

Fox turns his head towards you, tilting it slightly, which you find unexpectedly adorable and you scold yourself mentally for thinking so.

“I’m afraid my answer will bore you.”

You give a wry smile. “I’m sorry, you probably have more important things to be doing, I’m sure.”

“Taking care of you is the most important thing to me,” he says almost sternly. The way he says it sounds almost desperate, not just dutiful. Realising this, he adds, “as it is my current job.”

Clearing your throat, you turn your gaze away, hoping he doesn’t notice the tips of your ears burning with a blush. “I see.”

He nods simply, but after a moment, he sighs slightly. “There is, uh, one flower that catches my eye every time we come here actually.”

You look back at him, surprised. “Really? Which one?”

“It’s over there in the corner to the right.” He nods in the direction, and you stand, asking him to show you.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if you’re serious. But judging by your smile—something he has grown rather fond of—he nods and leads the way.

You stop in front of a flower bed filled with a mix of pink, purple, white, and red flowers—tall and breathtaking, and quite familiar to you.

“I believe these are Digitalis purpurea,” you say, leaning forward to inhale their delicate fragrance with a soft smile. “I can see why you like them, come to think of it.”

He nods slightly, pleased to have a name for the flower, even if he wasn't going to try to pronounce it. “Why’s that?”

“Well,” you say with a smirk as you turn to him, “it’s also more commonly known as ‘Foxglove.’”

“Oh, really?” he asks, genuinely curious, and you nod in confirmation.

“Quite the coincidence, don't you think?” you add, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

Fox seems taken aback, the irony not lost on him. “Yes, quite the coincidence indeed.” His voice is softer, and there's a hint of a smile in his tone that you wholeheartedly wish you could see.

Fox admires the flowers once more before his eyes drift to the ground where a small bunch had been either knocked or blown off. He bends down and picks them up, then without thinking, holds them out to you. “Would you like these?”

Your mouth gapes open slightly, looking at the outstretched flowers and then at him. “Oh,” you say pleasantly, reaching out and taking hold of the slightly battered and broken stems, “thank you, Commander.”

But you notice that he doesn’t let go at first, instead focusing on the way your fingers brush against his. You feel your heart skip a beat as you both look at each other, neither of you willing to let go. This had to stop. This was completely inappropriate. But yet…

“Senator, Commander Fox.” A voice interrupts you both, and you almost gasp as you quickly let go of the flowers and turn to see who has interrupted this—if you could even call it—moment.

“Thorn,” Fox acknowledges, his attempt to sound composed betrayed by the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

“You are both needed inside. I did try to comm you, but I, uh, must’ve not gotten the signal.” Thorn's tone carries a hint of amusement, and you feel a rush of nervousness and fluster. Did Fox feel the same awkwardness you did?

You glance at Fox, who gives a curt nod to Thorn. “Understood. We’ll head there immediately.”

As you walk back towards the Senate building, you can't help but replay the moment in your mind. The gentle brush of his fingers against yours, the intensity of his gaze behind his visor—it was so unlike the stoic Commander you had come to know.

“Thank you, Commander,” you say softly once the two of you were alone again, glancing at the flowers in your hand. “For the flowers.”

Fox nods, his voice steady but tone also softer than usual. “You’re welcome.”

Later that day, you receive word that you are needed on a different planet for urgent Senate business. As you prepare to leave, you find yourself thinking about Fox and the moment you shared in the garden. An idea forms in your mind, and you act on it impulsively.

Before you depart, you make your way to Fox’s office. It's empty, as he's likely out on duty. You place the flowers on his desk, arranging them neatly. Beside the flowers, you leave a small note:

‘Hopefully you will protect these like you protected me until I come back, Fox.’

And signed with your name. Not just Senator.

With one last glance around the room, amused to see his caf cups still there, you quietly slip out.

When Fox returned to his office that evening, confused with the days events and how he was feeling about you, he never realised he would experience missing someone. Yet as he reads the note you left and looks at the flowers, he does something strange. He pushes his steaming caf to the side and instead, lets the memory of you and the scent of the Foxgloves relax him.

He would not tell the others, but he could not wait for another stroll in the gardens with you.

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footy-fictionist · 2 years ago

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The biggest support - Nico Schlotterbeck

Pairing: Nico Schlotterbeck x female reader

Warnings: fluff, interactions between the reader and teammates, Marco Reus' wife and daughter are mentioned, the schalke game, little bit of an argument but really just mentioned, mentions of having kids one day, bit of teasing from Karim

Word count: 2370

Note: As always English is not my first language. I know not a lot of people are Schlotterbeck lovers, but this is probably the imagine I love most. It's probably also why it's the longest. I don't know anyone personally, so I don't know what they're like. It has the Schalke game in it, but other than that it's completely fictional. If I missed anything in the warnings, please let me know. Please, do not copy and/or publish my work, reblogging is fine.

Today is the day of the game against Schalke, the revierderby. Nico absolutely couldn’t wait for it. It’s one of the most important games of the season and the last one they won at the Westfalen stadium. As his girlfriend she also remembered how much he loved that game. And she did too, the atmosphere in the stadium, the support of the fans. Even the cursing at each other’s clubs had her cracking up. She had admired how passionate Nico was playing during that game and how happy he was after.

But this time, the game would be played at the VELTINS-Arena. She wanted to go and watch the game live at the stadium, but Nico didn’t agree. Since this is quite a heated game with a lot of passionate fans, he’s afraid something might happen to her. And that is something he doesn’t want at all, the idea already makes him shiver. So he suggested she stay at home and that she invites Karim since he wouldn’t be fit for the game yet. It caused a bit of an argument, with her wanting to be at the stadium and him wanting her to stay home where she’s 100% safe. She knew she wouldn’t win though, so eventually she agreed (albeit quite grumpily).

Since she’s quite stubborn she was grumpy right up until he had to leave for the game. And of course she couldn’t stay grumpy when he left. She got a little emotional whilst wishing him good luck, hating the fact that she couldn’t be there in person for him during such an important game. He understood why she was upset and comforted her, thanking her for the luck she wished him and thanking her for staying safe and giving him some peace of mind before the game. They share a tight hug and a kiss, with her holding him a little longer than necessary, not that he complained.

After he left she did some more tidying up, making sure everything was set to watch the game with the lads. She had asked Karim if he wanted to watch with her after her argument with Nico and he immediately asked if he could bring some of the other injured/unfit teammates too. To which she agreed of course. The boys are great company and Marco agreed to bring his partner and little girl as well. So it turned into a whole football watching party. Not too long after tidying up and putting on one of Nico’s jerseys, the doorbell rings.

She opens the door to find Karim, Youssoufa, Marco with Scarlett and their little girl, Julian and Gregor. She ushers everyone in and they walk towards the living room. She makes sure everyone has a drink before sitting down next to Scarlett. Marco and Scarlett’s little girl immediately climbs over to sit in her lap. She helps the little girl, sits her down comfortably and continues talking to everyone whilst giving a few cuddles and back rubs to the little girl. She’s unaware of the men taking pictures of the three ladies, ready for the game to start. Karim knows he’ll send these to Nico right after the game so as to not distract him beforehand.

Soon enough it’s time for the game to start and her focus shifts to the screen. It’s an intense game and she’s quite nervous. She checks on the little girl in her lap, only to find the three year old completely relaxed and comfortable in her arms. There are chances for both sides, which makes it more nerve wrecking, some child friendly cursing leaving the men. And then it happens, he’s already defended well and given a lot of good passes, but now he scores out of nowhere. He scores like a playmaker instead of a defender. A gasp leaves her mouth as Nico scores, her mouth falling open in awe of her boyfriend. Not even noticing Karim filming her reaction to the goal her boyfriend scores. She gushes to Scarlett who sees herself in the way the girl looks at her boyfriend and the admiration that’s in her eyes.

At half time she still is filled with pride for her boyfriend who was the only one to score in the first half. She’s discussing with Karim and Julian what could have gone better and how Nico’s goal was a beautiful shot on target with perfect timing. The food also arrives around that time, having ordered it with the request of the delivery being around half time. Scarlett feeds her little girl who’s still sat in the same spot, just a little more turned towards her mother. Everyone finishes their food in record time, all focussed on the game that started again. There are groans of distaste and a bit of anger when they concede. Only to turn back into cheers when Rafa scores the 2-1.

After the 2-1 she checks on the little girl in her lap again, only to find her fast asleep. With a full tummy and having had a busy day, the little girl is completely exhausted. Scarlett asks if she needs to take her, but she refuses. She loves the warmth emitting from the 3 year old and the cuddles she gets in the meantime. Nico is still playing a brilliant game and runs forward a lot to help the lads attack. There are a lot of missed chances, when suddenly Schalke scores the equalizer. It frustrates the men incredibly and she has to admit she’s disappointed as well. A draw is definitely not what they’re looking for. Especially not since Nico is playing an incredible game and she doesn’t want him to be disappointed after playing so well.

He’s attacking again in the 90th minute, almost breaking through into the box. This has her with her mouth open again and Karim filming her whole reaction. He knows his best friend is gonna love all these video’s of her admiring him and the little girl in her lap. She looks up suddenly and catches him recording. Her eyes go wide and she immediately holds up a hand towards the phone, blocking her own face.

“Stop Karim, delete that right now.”

“Definitely not, this is going straight to Nico’s phone. He’ll appreciate the way you admire him during the game.” He doesn’t mention the little girl in her lap in fear of freaking her out.

“No, he doesn’t need to see that. His ego is big enough as it is without having to see that.”

She playfully tries to convince Karim to delete it during the last few minutes of the game, but he won’t budge, so she accepts it and holds the sleeping girl in her lap a little tighter. When the game ends, she sees the defeat on the faces of the boys on the field. Her heart breaks a little when she sees Jude sit down, taking off the tape around his knee. The camera switches to Nico’s disappointed face and she immediately pouts at her boyfriend. He deserved a lot better, he played so well all game. He was brilliant and for his effort alone they should have won the game. Soon enough she gets another shot of him talking to a Schalke player and laughing, which lifts her spirits a little.

Not too long after the game everyone is leaving. She carefully hands the sleeping three year old to Marco, as he and Scarlett thank her for everything. She of course tells them it’s no trouble and that she loves their little girl. Eventually it’s just her and Karim left, who helps her clean up the house. They work in comfortable silence, one of them sharing their comments on the game every once in a while.

“Did you really send that video to Nico?”

“Yes and a few others I took before that as well. I didn’t think you’d mind, I just thought it was adorable that you support him this much. If you do mind, I’m so sorry for crossing that line.”

“No, it’s fine. I just didn’t really expect it and well it was a bit of banter to go against you.”

They finish up with cleaning and she walks with Karim to the door. They hug each other goodbye and Karim requests her to make sure Nico doesn’t try to downgrade his performance. She agrees to his request, knowing how hard her boyfriend can be on himself. Karim thanks her for everything before leaving the apartment. She goes back inside and makes herself a warm drink before taking a seat on the couch with a blanket and putting on a tv-show. She sends Nico a text, telling him she’s incredibly proud of him.

Around the same time Nico is in the changing room and checking his phone. He sees quite a few messages from Karim. He opens the pictures and videos to find they are about his girlfriend. He sees her admiring him on the tv whilst caressing the back of Marco’s three year old who’s on her lap. A smile lights up his face, watching her watch him. He can’t help but imagine how it would be one day, her with their own child, admiring him and cheering him on. He thanks Karim for the pictures and videos, not feeling so down anymore. He reads her text and sends her back that he’ll be home soon along with a heart.

He’s all smiles when they get on the bus to go back home, the other men noticing his odd behaviour after a draw. He’s usually grumpy after a draw, especially after a game that’s as important as this one. Mats sits next to him and asks what’s got him smiling. So he shows Mats the video’s Karim sent to him and Mats gives Nico a big smile.

“She’s the one for you, isn’t she?”

Nico looks up at the older man, giving his question a thought. He doesn’t have to think long before agreeing with him. Knowing that the idea of having kids with her is enough to convince himself that she’s the one. He knows she’ll still be awake when he gets home, she barely sleeps when he’s not there. He gets home fairly quickly and eagerly, but quietly opens the door to their apartment. He finds her completely relaxed on their couch. He just stands in the doorframe, admiring her this time around. She soon enough notices him in the doorway. She immediately jumps up, almost tripping over the blanket to get to him.

He catches her around her waist before she can completely trip, laughing at her clumsiness. She wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his neck. She whispers how proud she is of him, to which he shrugs a little, a sign that he doesn’t agree with her all that much. She immediately fully pulls away from him, to which he almost whines and he goes to follow her. She grabs his hands though and makes sure he looks her straight in the eyes.

“Don’t you dare downgrade your own performance today. I will not accept that and if you really want to do it, then I will not give you any love anymore tonight. You don’t get to downgrade yourself when you were the best man on that field today. You were defending, you were attacking, you scored! I know you didn’t win but that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a good game.”

He could have stopped her speech easily, but he didn’t want to. He loves the way she talks about him to him, knowing that she truly cares and loves him. She keeps on going though and he will have to stop her rant soon enough. So he leans forward whilst still holding her hands and presses his lips to hers. As if on autopilot, she kisses back, completely forgetting she was on a rant to get him to realize how well he played. He smiles into the kiss, something he’s never done in the relationships before her. No one cared as much then, as she cares for him now. He pulls away this time, with her chasing his lips.

“Thank you, for always having my back.”

She smiles at him, pulls her hands from his only to wrap them back around his neck, his arms immediately wrapping back around her waist. He leans his forehead against hers, both of them closing their eyes and taking in the moment. He pulls away his head a little, only to press a few kisses along her cheeks, ending up at her lips. He mumbles against her lips how he got Karim’s photos and videos. A blush takes over her cheeks, making him laugh. He tells her how much he appreciated them and how he appreciates her and her support. She hides her face against his shoulder, as he whispers into her ear.

“I know it’s too early now, but one day I hope that will be you with our kid, meine Liebe.”

She agrees with him, pressing a kiss to his cheek this time. They move to the couch again, where she takes a seat first. He grabs the blanket and moves to sit in between her legs. Fully relaxing against her after wrapping the blanket around the both of them. She wraps her around his shoulder, one hand moving to his hair. She runs her fingers through it, softly scratching his scalp, happy that he didn’t add gel to it again after showering. The blonde has almost faded, the brown completely taking over again. She loves both colours on him, but secretly she’s praying he dyes it blonde again.

He shifts a little to get a bit more comfortable, she moves with him and eventually both of them are satisfied with the position they’re in. She presses a kiss to his forehead, to which he looks up. She smiles down at him, whilst he smiles up at her. She presses a kiss to his lips before letting him nuzzle himself against her again. And as his body completely relaxes against her, all she can think about is how much she loves him. And how she’s sure he is her forever.

Meine Liebe: my love

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