#oberyn martell series

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Eternal Destiny Masterlist

Fluff: ☁︎ Hurt/comfort: ❀ Angst: 𖤐 Requested: 𐦍 Smut: ☾

Eternal Destiny series

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x female reader.

★ Chapter 1 - Preparation for a Royal Wedding

★ Chapter 2 - Bound by Destiny

★ Chapter 3 - The Prince of Dorne

★ Chapter 4 - Betrayal of Traitors

★ Chapter 5 - The Marks Coordinates

★ Chapter 6 - Consequences and Loss

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𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋 as 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋

Oberyn's patterned coat and robes. Game of Thrones, 4.06.

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WHERE DO WE GO NOW? - (ONGOING)

An old face returns, a spaceship falls from the skies, and you thought you had moved on with that part of your life.

TIM ROCKFORD

ONE SHOT:

NO BODY, NO CRIME

You investigate a series of murders and the disappearance of your friend, Este. Suspecting Este's husband, Adam, you take matters into your own hands, orchestrating a scheme to frame him for the crimes as you hide the truth from your boyfriend-Detective Tim Rockford.

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In the absolute chaos of the end of last week, I didn’t get a chance to post one of my Christmas gifts from Chris:

I’ve had my eye on this for a while, but the price has fluctuated too much for my liking since it was really inexpensive when it first came out… now I don’t have to worry about justifying the cost!

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PEDROTOBER DAY THIRTY-ONE ↣ FREEBIE! (OBERYN MARTELL PT. 2)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when prince rhaegar targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the dornish princess elia martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in lyanna's lap.

【 the dornish party at the tourney at harrenhal 】

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Ngl, I think those of you in the GoT fandom who say they'd like to live in King's Landing or Winterfell or wherever else are CRAZY. If it were me, I'd fuck off to Dorne immediately, no questions asked.

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in my masterlist you’ll find:

A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones characters (long series, short fics, self insert);

Fire and Blood/House of The Dragon characters (self inserts)

The Last of Us characters (long series, short fics – soon, self inserts – soon)

Holy and Heathen series (ao3)

Warnings: implied siblings incest; emotional incest; childhood trauma; religious guilt; sex; oberyn is 20; doran doesn't exist in this au; oberyn is a good daddy but a bad husband; OC is not a reliable character, take a spoon of salt when you read her POV; no rebellion AU; tags may change about the rebellion tho; melara may be unlikeable

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x F!Original Hightower Character (Melara Hightower); Minor Elia Martell x Oberyn Martell; Elia Martell x Rhaegar Targaryen

Status: in progress

Chapter 1 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 11

Chapter 2 | Chapter 7

Chapter 3 | Chapter 8

Chapter 4 | Chapter 9

Chapter 5 | Chapter 10

The Night We Met one shot (ao3)

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand; Ellaria Sand x Loreza Sand

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: coping with grief, angst, fluff, falling instantly in love, mentions to elia’s death

Status: published

self-insert one shots

let me fill you up. (ao3) - Female Targaryen Reader x Jaime Lannister

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (18+) rhaegar wins AU, no targcest, smuff, fluff, breeding kink, praising kink, a lot of pet names (sweet girl, princess, love), reader has no physical description besides the silvery white targaryen hair, creampie, oral (f receiving), a very devoted husband commited to your pleasure, smut, sex;

to tame a dragon. (ao3)- Female Brat Tamer Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (18+) established relationship, queen rhaenyra targaryen, sub/dom dynamics(reader dom rhaenyra sub), oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, mentions of voyeur, some gender dysphoria on reader’s part(?), reader is really engaged in pleasing rhaenyra, no age gap, reader has no physical description, , rough sex, team black won AU, please tell me if there’s any tag left!

let me be yours (ao3) - Rhaenyra Targaryen x Female Martell Reader

part I | part II

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (18+), afab reader, bisexual rhaenyra, canon divergence, longing, age gap (you early 20s rhae mid 30s), fingering, masturbation, oral sex, sub/dom dynamics (rhae dom you sub), overstimulation, scissoring, queen rhaenyra targaryen, nipple play, possessive rhaenyra

status: finished

Guy Next Door series (ao3)

pairing: joel miller x female oc (angie reed)

tags: fluff, long fic, romance, slight angst eventually, oc has no physical description, oc is early 20s joel is late 20s, eventual smut, slow burn, mentions of infidelity, no outbreak au!, 2003 au!, soft joel, good daddy joel, sarah going into her teenage dirtbag phase, trust issues, domestic fluff, protective joel, eventual sex.

status: on going

chapter I

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Characters, book, and author names under the cut

Oberyn Martel/Ellaria Sand - Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin

Arek/Matt - So This Is Ever After by F.T. Lukens

Agatha Wellbelove/Niamh Brody - Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell

Baru Cormorant/Tain Hu - The Traitor Baru Cormorant/The Masquerade by Seth Dickinson

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Eternal Destiny

Chapter 4 - Betrayal of Traitors

Pairing: Prince Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader

Summary: Oberyn must solve a riddle in order to find the antidote to save your life, time is against him, and his only clue is a small letter attached to a wine bottle left in his chambers.

Word count: 3.9k

It was devastating, Oberyn watching how quickly things had fallen apart, the way the toxic remnants of venom had left a stickiness on her lips, ingesting a good amount before she had a chance to savour the wine that was requested, a whirlwind of panic swirls through his bloodstream, attacking his heart in a manner that it reacts to erratically, her body stiff as she fall to the floor across from him. Before he can think he is off the chair and he's kneeling on the cold floors beside her, shaking and chanting her name like a prayer begging to be answered. She's completely unresponsive, the way her eyes flutter shut as she falls unconscious sets alight a determination inside of him. There had to be something back in his chambers that could help him, an herb mix or an elixir that would keep you alive until he manages to find an anti-venom. Oberyn is disrupted of his thoughts by his brother, "she should be taken to the doctor Oberyn." He scoffs, picking up your limp body in his arms, rushing to his chambers with his older brother by his side, two guards accompanying him. "I can help her, I want everyone accounted for, this was a targeted attack and I want the perpetrator caught and locked away." Doran pulls the wooden doors to Oberyn's chambers open, creaking in resistance.

Doran follows Oberyn in and the two guards stand outside the door. “Let me help you brother.” Oberyn pushes his brother to the side, seething, “I got her.” He puts her down gently, the luxurious silk sheets puff with air around her, hair sprawling across the pillow case, head falling sideways so her cheeks met the pillow, the beautiful gown still as your chest barely makes the effort to rise and fall as a result of your shallow breathing. Oberyn’s fingers are on the side of your neck, finding a shallow pulse, so shallow he thought maybe he was imagining it. “Go through my dresser draws, find the small vial with the green liquid.” Sensing the urgency, Doran rushes to the dresser, pulling out the draw and seeing dozens of vials threw him off momentarily, the pressure almost making him combust. His fingers are shaking as they fiddle with the vials, the sounds of them clanking together makes him cringe, he finally finds it. It has a note attached with Oberyn’s name. “Quickly Doran.” He rushes back to the bedside and Oberyn snatches the vile, his finger pulling back her lip, slack jaw opening as he poured the entire vile down her throat before shutting her lips, making sure she swallows. Her breathing steadies, the ragged breaths have stilled and your pulse feels stronger and it’s a good indication he may have enough time yet to save you.

As he sets the vial down, his finger is covered in a clear substance that sticks to his fingers, glue used to stick a small piece of parchment paper to the vial with a piece of twine. He unravels it, knowing it wasn’t he who had done this. The twine slips and burns through his fingertips as he pulls it harshly to get it undone, the parchment falling into his hands,

“The antidote is protected by your true name. It will be found where your betrayal began.”

As Oberyn reads this aloud, he’s both confused and infuriated, he didn’t have time for a riddle, he already had so little time-yet he was left with no other choice. He would have to play the perpetrators game if he were to save your life.

“Let me help you brother, we save her first. Then justice will be served.” Surprisingly, Oberyn agrees, accepting his brothers help. Oberyn presses a light kiss to your damp forehead, before moving away. The guards stood tall and still as the men exit the room, “no one is to enter or exit this room while we’re gone. No exceptions.” The guards chanted in agreement and stood tall as the men rushed away, guilt swallowing him into a pit of anxiety as he leaves you, unsure of if you would be alive upon his return. They take a car, refusing David’s offer to drive them, they were unable to trust anyone and refused to let anyone leave until they found out who was responsible. If they escaped and got away with harming or-killing you, he would never forgive himself, not if he never had the chance to avenge you. “Read the script again,” Doran pushes as he speeds down the secluded road to town. “The antidote is protected by your true name. It will be found where your betrayal began.” Doran hums in question. “We’ve got to break it down, got any ideas? I only know you as one other name; the Red Viper.” Oberyn gets stuck in his head, the name ringing through his ears like nails on a chalkboard, his past quickly resurfacing ad if he was reliving it. “Oberyn?” His brothers voice is silenced by the ringing in his ears and pitiful memory of the origin of his nickname.

-

“Oberyn, are you listening?” His eyes turn to face her, the older woman he had fallen so fiercely in love with. “Hm?” He turns to face the older woman, the brown robe falling loosely around her as she lies beside him. “He can’t find out, I fear for your safety and my own.” Oberyn takes her hand in his and traces a gentle pattern, “he won’t find out, we’ve been so careful. I’ll look after you.” She smiles, her teeth shining bright I’m contrast to the dull room. Although they had been careful, they weren’t careful enough. The Lady’s assistant was sick of sneaking around-scared of the consequences she would face in being compliant in the affair the Lady was having on the Lord. Which lead the burly man bursting through the doors, his face bright red, blood pressure rising at the sight of his wife in bed with a 18 year old boy, a Martell nonetheless, he considered slaughtering him then and there to punish his wife. He decided to be merciful, not wanting to start a war with the Royal family. “You will pay for this indiscretion, a payment of your blood will be made. You have two hours, noon in the town centre, be there or I will have you hunted down.”

Oberyn was confident enough that he could win in this duel, the Lord was a big man, slow in his size and his old age would give him the upper hand. As an extra precaution, he made a potion and coated his blade in the substance, deathly poisonous in its own right and an extension of Oberyn’s dangerous skills in combat. Even at the cost of his own blood, he would make sure the vile Lord would never hurt his lover again.

A crowd of a few hundred had gathered, the town intrigued by gossip and rumours that Oberyn had lie with the Lord’s wife. As Oberyn predicted, the older man’s age has worn him down, his footing was jumbled and his offence attacks were sloppy, thankfully he was also slow. This all played part in the multiple opportunities Oberyn had to slice the older man’s skin, creating an opening for the poison to deep into, toxicity flowing through his bloodstream. Oberyn allows the Lord to strike him once, his arm bloodied and the crimson red stood out adjacent to the light grey cement it fell to in a small pool. “Oberyn Martell your due has been paid, repeat the same mistakes, you may not be so lucky to live to tell the tale.” The old man huffed, breathing ragged from the duel, small surface cuts littered his arms and one on his face, the lethal strike.

The Lord fell sick over the days, unable to move, eat drink, within the week he passed away, the town knew it had to do with Oberyn. His interest and knowledge in potions wasn’t unknown, there had been whispers and gossip of his part to play in the murder, earning him of his name; Red Viper.

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“Oberyn?” The car had stopped in the town, his older brother waving a hand in his face, trying to pull him out of his dissociation. “Red Viper. The first answer to the riddle.” Oberyn looked to his brother, the conformation between them as he accepted the answer. “Where my betrayal began?” Oberyn mutters to himself, exiting the car and wondering from the car, the old streetlights providing minimal light of path ahead as he follows the path to the town square, where he had met her at the markets that day. Betrayal. He remembers Ellaria’s words to him.

-

"I haven't done anything to your pet, Oberyn, regardless of your betrayal. I simply put her in her place and told her to stay away."

-

Ellaria. How could he have missed this, through the panic and desperation to help you, he forgot the one person that was fixated on trying to rid you of their life. What was their life. Oberyn’s legs run as fast as they can, despite his brothers confusion and pleas for him to tell him what he knows. He connects the dots as the memory plays in his head, the citrus stand, bumping into her and rushing off to work, him dropping off a new drink to replace the one she had split.

A small woven basket lies ontop of a stack of crates, the small creature hissing at him causes his movements to falter. “Oberyn tell me what’s going on!” Doran demands, but is met with a shush, his younger brothers finger held upward to silence him, then he sees it-the Red Viper sitting in the basket, a small vial right in the centre that the snake is protecting. He approaches the snake, ignoring his brothers pleas to leave it, that they would find another way. “She’ll be dead before we get the chance, now I won’t hear another word from you, brother.” Doran turns away, unable to watch his brother as he risks his life for one vile of antidote, risking being bitten and being affected by the venom himself. The snake hisses loudly, a warning not to come closer, scared in its own right at the man invading his space. “Do not fear me, for I am not your enemy.” The snake recoiled, a warning tell of being ready to strike, “so strike me, if that is my destiny.” As it wasn’t so, the snake wearily lifted its head and eyed Oberyn before slithering out of the basket and down the crates-making a hasty escape away from the men. Oberyn takes the small vial, the words ‘antidote’ are written on the front. “We need to go, now.” Oberyn exasperates to his brother, rushing back to the car.

The drive back was silent, until Doran breaks the silence, the entrance of the gate coming into view as the headlights shone bright ahead, darkness of the night consumes everything around them. “She’ll be okay.” “Don’t.” Doran pulls up to the speaker turning to his brother before winding his window down, “it is your destiny, Oberyn. Do not deny yourself of the happiness and future you deserve.” The dust creates a cloud around the small car as it comes to a screeching halt, both men rushing to get to you, eager to give you the antidote that would save your life. The guards step aside for them as they approach a Oberyn’s chambers, turning a light on to your unmoved body, sweat building on your forehead and the silk covers seemingly soaked from continuous perspiration. His lips gently parted your lips, caressing your jaw as he opened your mouth and poured the antidote into your mouth. His hand discarded the empty vile, checking your pulse on your wrist that had seemed to beat steadily under his fingertips. Without a moment to relish in the relief of your life, your safety, a guard rushes in frantically. Oberyn was about to protest, reprimanding the guard whom disturbed them. “King Doran and Prince Oberyn, we found two people trying to escape by the south wall, there were supplies outside of the palace and they’ve been locked up, we’re waiting for your command.” The brothers look at each other, Doran instructs the guards, “stay here and protect her, with your life if necessary.” The guards accepted silently with a nod, standing in front of the door as the men rushed to the holding cells on the other side of the palace.

The lampposts were the only source of light, their footsteps echoing in the dungeon on the old cobblestone, centuries old and still standing firm, the trickle of water indication of a leak, the rats squeaking at their sudden presence. Three guards surround the cell, not taking any risks in allowing any attempt of escape. Oberyn looked through the small window cut through the door, bars obstructing his full view of as he suspected, Ellaria, who he didn’t expect to see however was Doran’s assistant, Fredrick, chained to the wall on the opposite end of the room. “Open the door.” Oberyn requested, the loud creak of the hinges echoed and sent the rats in the room scurrying to their hiding holes. “You thought you could conspire against me.” Oberyn accuses. Ellaria pulls at her restraints, “not against you Oberyn, her.” Oberyn stiffens, stalking towards his ex lover before kneeling down to her as he sneered, “she will be apart of me, our destiny permits it, as for yours,” his finger hooks under her chin and lifts it so she looks at him, her body trembling. “Yours will come to an unfortunate end.” He forgot about Fredrick in the corner, his protest alerting Oberyn of his presence. “As for you, servant. I serve no purpose for you.” Fredrick shuffles in his shackles, to no success. “Wait, wait! Oberyn please don’t!” Ellaria’s voice begging for him to spare the man’s life had him curious, he stood tall, turning his head to her, “you care for this man?” She nods, defeatedly, “he is my lover. The children I birthed were from his seed, not yours.” Oberyn grits his teeth at her confession. “You’re lying.” She shakes her head, truthfully. “You accuse me of betrayal yet is you who has betrayed me for years! If it is the Red Viper you wish to see, you have your wish.” Oberyn chants darkly, pulls a small blade from his sheath that’s attached to his belt, holding it upward and seeing the poison glistening all over. “No! no don’t, don’t!” Ignoring Ellaria’s emotional and frantic pleas, Oberyn kneels down to Fredrick and sinks his blade into his side, in a non lethal area, ensuring a slow and painful death. Serving as part of Ellaria’s punishment for her crime. “You will feel the same panic, the same pain as I have this evening, however you will find no solace in knowing he will not live.” He sheaths the blade and exits the cell, the chain and bolts being locked behind him as he exits, turning to his brother, “looks like you’ll be needing a new assistant.”

-

Over the two nights you lie still, body recovering from the toxicity of the venom that had coursed through your body, Oberyn had done nothing short than dote over you. Giving you medicine every 6 hours, opening windows to let a fresh breeze circulate through his chambers and provide some relief to your overheated body. His hands became no stranger to your body, giving you goosebumps even in your unconscious state, he would caress your face, run his fingers through your hair and kiss your forehead. All wordless praise of how much he needed you. Thankfully, you had overcome a fever that had Oberyn worried if this would be the thing that causes you to slip from his grasp. He sleeps next to you, in a stiff chair beside the bed, shopping for flowers to put in a vase, fresh fruit and bottles of water for if-when you awake.

You awake when Oberyn is asleep, the sweat that falls down your temple from your forehead itches, in a weakened attempt to wipe the sweat away, you notice a hand in yours weighing it down, Oberyn’s hand. He was asleep in a chair beside the bed, holding your hand, your heart swooned at how sweet the action is. It takes multiple attempts to blink away the blurriness that coats your eyes, lips smacking dryly and immediately noticing your cotton mouth. Pathetically, you attempt to sit up, desperate for the water bottle that sat by the bedside, not wanting to disturb Oberyn.

Your shuffling alerted Oberyn, his eyes shooting awake to meet your own looking at him, “hey.” He doesn’t respond by speaking, instead he stands and pulls you into a hug, his emotions overwhelming him in a way that makes his chest expand. “My beautiful, strong girl. You’re alive.” Your heart skips a beat, hearing Oberyn call you his girl felt like you had died and gone to heaven, euphoria interrupted by your dehydration, voice to weak to speak and throat to dry to protest. “I’m sorry my love, you must be thirsty.” He reaches for the bottled water, holding it for you as his other hand holds the back of your neck, supporting the weakened muscles. The liquid cools you down instantly, the relief washing over your body as you slump back into the bedsheets. “What happened to me, I feel so.. weak and drowsy and everything is aching.” You complain, Oberyn frowns, standing to fetch you some more of his healing potion, trusting the natural healing of it more so than pharmaceutical drugs. You gratefully take the potion, heart bursting with pride as you realise he has the same hobbies as you, the same intentions, to heal.

“Your wine glass was poisoned with venom. The perpetrators were playing a game, requiring me to solve a puzzle to find the antidote, I didn’t think,” Oberyn sighs defeatedly before continuing, “I didn’t know if I was going to save you in time.” You frown at his confession, voice laced with self doubt. “You saved my life Oberyn.” Your fingers traced shapes down his large hands, sun kissed skin relaxing under your touch. “Who was it?” The question startled him, an uncomfortable gaze in his eyes, unable to look at you. “I can take it, please.” Your pleading eyes and soft voice broke down all walls Oberyn had of wanting to protect you. “Ellaria and Fredrick.” Your mouth gapes open in shock. Fredrick? Ellaria was no shock, after the threats and fiasco over the wedding menu meeting. “Oh my god the wedding, I-I have to.. what day is it?” Your voice is frantic and with each movement you attempt your body denies the urgency you need to get out of bed, Oberyn pushes you back down gently. “The wedding has been postponed. They don’t feel safe enough to risk something like this happening again.” He gestures to your weakened state and you immediately feel guilty. You bite your lip, hoping to drown out the thoughts and provide a distraction so the tears welling in your eyes don’t fall. Oberyn notices your sullenness, “it’s my fault, all of this.” The whimper in your voice felt like a red hot knife to his chest. “This could never be your fault, my love. Refrain from any further blame on yourself. Please, let me help you take your mind off things.” You nod, silently accepting whatever Oberyn had planned.

You were pleasantly surprised to see him turning on the hot water, running you a warm bath, bubbles protruding from the tub as it filled near to the brim. He sits you upright in the bed, and you notice you weren’t in the gown you remember wearing the night you fell into your deep sleep, instead you wear a light fluffy nightgown that covers your body, the fuzziness warming your skin. “I thought I could help you be more comfortable in your recovery.” Oberyn’s ears were bright red, it was sweet how bashful he was. He guides you to the giant bathtub, slowly taking one step at a time as you quietly thank him. “Call to me when you’re done, my love.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, stopped in his attempt to leave by you grubbing his wrist. “Please stay. Join me.” You weren’t sure your quiet plea reached his ears until he turned around, his eyes watching yours for any doubts. You untie the knot that kept the robe to your body, letting it fall to the ground and pool around your ankles before stepping into the bathtub, humming in relief as you submerged into the warmth, your joints relaxing as the ache melted away, throwing your head back against the back of the tub, closing your eyes at the feeling. Oberyn tried not to stare, your beautiful body had him enamoured, he was speechless for the first time in his life. Stripping his gown and belt, then undergarments, he joined you on the opposite end of the tub, large enough to give plenty of room while still allowing the intimacy of your legs touching as they intertwined. You lift your head to look at him, a cloth in hand dipping it into the warm water as you collect some of the soap, “hey.” A smile reaches his lips, brown eyes boring into yours with a sincerity that you loved. “Hey, my love.” You pull the washcloth up out of the water, gesturing it to him, “may I?” He hesitated, shocked by your request before nodding, “of course.” You start with his feet, manicured perfectly and hair trimmed down. Moving upward of his legs, you begin to message his calfs, relieving the ache in them. You scoot closer toward him, faces inches apart as you wash his chest, the freckles and chest hair had a knot forming in your stomach, he was so handsome. “I’m not a good person, my love.” His hand stopping yours as you wash his arms, looking up at him through wet lashes. “I poisoned my blade and struck Fredrick. He’s doomed to a death more painful than any.” You watch him, how his eyes are trying desperately to avoid yours, scared of chasing you away. “Ellaria will be next, Doran has decided to make the execution public after..” He sighs, running a hand over his face, sadness emitting from his body. “She was his lover, I raised his children, 8 daughters I thought were mine that were never.” Your heart dropped, anguish you felt for the man reflected your comforting voice. “You could never be horrible, they have to pay for the crimes they committed, one’s we are both victims of. I’ve got you now, I’ll cherish you, I swear to it.” You begin where you left off, bringing the soapy cloth to the mark that matched his own to yours, showing the second set of coordinates to an unknown location, bringing your arm forward to match them, making a perfect circle. The closeness was addicting, his plush lips millimetres from your own, begging to be kissed. You push your lips to his in what becomes a passionate and desperate kiss, his desperation in a form of thankfulness that you’re alive. You pull away and look into his eyes lovingly, caressing his cheek, “for I am your destiny, as you are mine.”

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𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋 as 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋

Oberyn's coat and robes for Margaery and Joffrey's wedding. Game of Thrones, 4.02.

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Challenge for GRRM: have a storyline about a woman being a victim of sexual violence (if you’re gonna use it so heavily) that focuses on her and how she’s impacted instead of using it to develop an adjacent male character

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@something-tofightfor tagged me (thanks Rachael!) in a wip Wednesday post and then the next thing I knew it was Thursday. So before I blink again and it's Friday, here's a little peek at what I've been (s l o w l y) working on:

-Aphelion Part 12-

The warm sound of his chuckle reached your ears as you leaned back into the couch cushions, Oberyn’s arm winding around you to pull you closer. “Six hours is nothing.” His lips found a spot near your temple, pressing a kiss there as he continued. “I have waited lifetimes for this. For you.” You sucked in a breath as you straightened up to look at him, the remnants of his laugh still present in his eyes. “I can wait six hours.” 

“Oberyn,” you whispered. You still felt slightly tipsy from the few drinks you’d had earlier, a pleasant buzz humming through your brain and body. But it was nothing compared to the intoxicating feeling of knowing that Oberyn Martell wanted you. Your heart skipped and you knew he heard it from the twitch of his smile. You shook your head. “You’re one hell of a romantic, you know that?” 

That earned you another laugh, deeper and richer in tone. “Well I have always said that I was a better lover than a fighter.” He brought the hand that was resting near your waist up to curl around your bicep as you rested your head against his shoulder. “And I am an excellent fighter.” 

You hummed out a small laugh of your own. “And so humble, too.”  Before either of you could say anything else, the phone buzzed on the table and you sat up to grab it. That’s gotta be Nora letting me know she’s home. Opening the message, you confirmed it with a snort to yourself.

-And a little something from this Ezra story I'm working on that still needs a title-

Not for the first time, Ezra wished that Noah was there. He would know how to explain this feeling. He was the one who believed in those things. Fate, destiny, souls. As far as Ezra was concerned, his fate was to scratch and claw his way through life, his destiny was that of all mortal beings, and if he had a soul, he knew it was likely dented at best and stained at worst. Not something worthy of being rewarded with someone like you. 

Ah, you’re not half the scoundrel you think you are, Ez. 

He laughed to himself as Noah’s voice came to mind. “If you say so, No,” he mumbled to the inky sky. “If you say so.” 

With another sigh, he turned back to the campsite and strode toward the fire, ready to put it out. But your shadow moving inside the tent caught his eye and stopped him in his tracks as he realized that whether or not he was right about his dented and damaged soul - whether he even had one at all - you were there. You were there, in his tent, waiting for him. And if there was a connection, he wasn’t going to squander it just because he didn’t know how to explain it yet. 

Tagging a few people who might want to share (but with absolutely no pressure whatsoever) - @grogusmum @maggiemayhemnj @trulybetty @katareyoudrilling @insomniamamma & anyone else who sees this and wants to share!

[justlulu]

Okay but Oberyn would totally convince Javi to get fucked by a man (obviously himself), because why would he be an only women whore when he could double the fun?

[libraesthetiques]

you may burn us, my lady … but you will not bend us, break us, or make us bow. this is dorne. you are not wanted here. return at your peril.

【 jewish dorne fancast 1/? 】

art credits: jk drummond, naomimakesart, bella bergolts, magali villenueve.