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uozlulu · 2 years ago

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50 questions for fic writers

@darkangel1791 asked that fic writing mutual answer these questions, and so here we go~

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) I’d start with a oneshot. The one that’s been the most well-received is a SPN/Teen Wolf (MTV) crossover about Stiles having an unreciprocated crush on Dean called Crush. The oneshot I think represents my style as a writer the most would be my BnHA/MHA fic called …save…. about Shirakumo overcoming Kurogiri’s programing enough to ask Aizawa to help save Shigaraki. The oneshot I think I did my best work on to date would be my IwtV (AMC) fic May You Get What You Desire Is a Curse upon the Dead, that explores desire via Devil’s Minion. I think this is my best oneshot, if not overall fic, because I alternated between two POVs, one in the past and one in the present, and I don’t cringe when I reread it.

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits? Mine are 1) Originally posted to Fanfiction.net, 2) I Blame Tumblr, 3) Crossover, 4) Additional Warnings in Author’s Note, and 5) Other: See More Story Notes. I think that it does represent me as a writer because sometimes I wrote very long warnings lists and author’s notes because I always have something to say.

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? I write a lot of stuff where someone’s not!straight because I myself am not straight. I also write quite a bit of romance because it does fascinate me, but I’m also drawn to platonic pairs with strong bonds too.

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of? I spent a lot of time researching stuff about Japan to make my Banana Fish manga AU where Ash joins Eiji on the plane to Japan called Best Laid Plans work. I looked up school schedules, cultural notes, train ride durations, flight durations, food, culture, 80’s history, Google street views, etc…etc… The ending ended up being a bit of a you love it or hate it ending unfortunately, but I am proud of the work I put in to make the fic happen.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now! I don’t think I have any specific questions off the top of my head, but if anyone has some fic-specific questions, my inbox is always open for them

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself? I should have been more clear that in my Black Clover soulmate AU Names and Promises that Asta and Yuno are platonic soulmates and said their first words to each other.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? I’m really proud of my work on my BnHA/MHA soulmate AU Our Soulmate Academia because I fleshed so much out and had so much fun with things like quirk swapping and what life for an underground hero might entail, etc…It was also fun trying to guess what Horikoshi might do in the canon and try to avoid doing something too similar.

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)? I want to do my Vampire Chronicles (AMC) inspired playlist as a fic series, but I do not have that kind of free time unfortunately.

9. How do you find new fic to read? Most of the time it’s whatever shows up via my subs in my inbox. But sometimes I just pick a fandom I want to read from and see what new fics are around

10. How do you decide what to write? Sometimes it’s based on a Tumblr post I read like my IwtV (AMC) crack fic We Have Thieves based on some Night Island (AMC) posts I’ve seen. Sometimes I’m filling in some blanks from canon like my Kakuriyo: Bed and Breakfast for Spirits fic Promises and Oaths where I hypothesized some things before the anime finished. Sometimes I watch something unrelated and it inspires a fic like the time I watched that Monuments Men movie and then wrote my Captain America Steve never becomes a super soldier AU called If No One Else Will. Sometimes I get inspired by other fics I’ve been reading like my Sherlock Holmes fic The Mystery in the Fog.

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is? I’m a perseverative person by nature. Sometimes I blink and have like a handful of Devil’s Minion fics because it gives me brain worms or when I was in high school I always had an Inuyasha fic in my fic rotation because I loved that series so much. There was also a time I wrote too many Thick of It fics because I kept using the characters as a way to take a break from the novel I was working on at the time and several Tumblr users were giving me attention for those fics.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you? I started out pretty homophobic when I first started writing fanfic because I was very sheltered. Now I’m just very not straight and the characters I gravitate towards aren’t either. I also wasn’t into reading lemons but now I don’t mind them as long as there’s some sort of plot with it outside of the sexy times.

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore? I’m not sure. I’ve never really been big on searching out specific tropes, though sometimes I will go looking for stuff like those fics where someone swaps places with their younger self and the younger self gets to be in shock at their potential future.

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer? If the AO3 author I trust the most wrote something like omegaverse I don’t think I would follow because that might be a step too squick for me.

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written? I really like my Black Clover/Boruto crossover The Land Across the Sea where Boruto washes up on Clover’s beach, runs into the Black Bulls and Golden Dawn, and then some of both squads take him back to the Land of Fire, which is coincidentally the same country Yami came from. It was a speculation of what post-Spade Arc could be like written before the current Black Clover manga arc. (I wrote this because I think Yami and Naruto would have been friends growing up and they’re roughly about the same age if you take their ages at the start of their mangas in relation to publication year into account).

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)? I think we need more Claudia lived fics in the IwtV (AMC) fandom. I also want to see Present Mic be more students’ mentor in fics.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? I want to write a BnHA/MHA AU where Class A has to travel back in time to save Yagi kind of inspired by Tenchi in Love. I’ve written a chunk of it but I hit a wall and I can’t seem to move forward with it.

18. If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it involve? I’m not sure. No one’s made any sequel requests in years.

19. If you wrote a spin-off of [insert fic], what would it involve? I want to take my IwtV (AMC) fic Dream a Memory of Me and remix it now that I have more memory and knowledge of what I should be doing with the characters. Louis also deserves to be utilized in a less haphazard way for the ending. Unfortunately I don’t have the time to do this so it’ll just have to be a testament to how much I was raring and ready to write Iwtv (AMC) fic that I didn’t take the time to refresh my memory properly before embarking on it.

20. If you wrote a prequel to [insert fic], what would it involve? I’m not sure but the novel I’m currently working on 100% could have a prequel but I think that might be too much for me because I’d have to delve deep into my time in middle and high school more so than I’m already doing for that novel.

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in [insert fic], what would it be? Usually if a scene gets send to my dump file, there’s a good reason it’s not in the fic.

22. Who is your favorite character in [insert fic] and why? If it’s a Black Clover fic I’ve written, my favorite character is always Asta. He’s just so loud and friend shaped. I can’t help it. Like a little anime nephew.

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to? I’ve written so many. I think counting the fics lost to time and space, I’ve written probably close to or just over 300 fics since 2001. I think a lot of the ones I want to do I’ve already done maybe even twice over.

24. Are there any Easter eggs in [insert fic], and if so, what are they? Occasionally I make small references but frequently they small enough I can’t think of them off the top of my head.

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write? I usually just use Word, Excel, and Google to find things.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue? No dialogue. Only dialogue can get confusing without being able to use said.

27. How long did it take to write [insert fic]? Describe the process. It took me a year and two months to get Our Soulmate Academia ready for posting. I wrote it as a giant first draft, edited it while breaking it into chapters, and then spot checked it before posting it. That’s the general way I do all my fics in the last few years. Makes it easy to finish chaptered fics.

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who? I used a beta way back in the 2000’s, who proceeded to steal my fic and post it as their own so I’m the only person who reads them before I post them with the exception of Kitty who has severed as my Britpicker many times.

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want! We Have Thieves has its own little mini mix technically. The songs I reference in the fic are: “Every Breath You Take” by The Police, “Holy Diver” by Dio, “Little Red Corvette” by Prince, “Psycho Killer” by Talking Heads, and “Beat It” by Michael Jackson.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter? I wrote some smut for Best Laid Plans since part of the plot was unpacking Ash’s sexual trauma and sexuality. I kept it kind of simple and tried not to make it a spectacle. I’ve written other smut in some orphaned fics. Recently I had the opportunity to write smut in a couple of my IwtV AMC fics but I chose to fade out of the scenes instead because I don’t want to write smut in a manner that feels exploitative (which is why I orphaned the fics I did. I thought they were kind of exploitative and that’s just not how I want to be remembered).

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write? I’m not sure. I ordered my fics by word count and found that the 1,000 word mark occurs roughly half way down the list, so I think I just write whatever word count suits what the fic ends up being unless it’s a drabble that’s to a specific word count.

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read? Usually I try to keep it to under 10,000 unless I’m feeling ambitious or the fic summary is too good to pass up.

33. If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read? When I was in high school and university I would cap my chapters around 5,000 words especially because I was writing drafts without editing them and then just posting them like a weirdo. Now I like to write the whole thing out and if it’s over about 15,000/20,000 or so words I break it into multiple chapters of usually 5,000 – 10,000 words in length.

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life? I 100% used my own mom as inspiration for how to flesh Bakugou’s mom out in Our Soulmate Academia.

35. What aspects of your writing are completely unlike your real life? I have never been kissed. I can’t drink and I can’t drive. So, naturally I’m drawn to having a bit of romance in a good chunk of my fics because it fascinates me in the way that space or dinosaurs, etc… fascinate me.

36. Do you visualize what you read/write? If I can’t see a little movie playing in my head then I’m not going to be able to write it. This is also why I get compliments on my action sequences. I can easily visually keep track of everyone involved at all times.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it? I wrote a My Life in Film and BBC Sherlock crossover called Distortion that I think worked out fairly well. I think the fact My Life in Film is an obscure TV show didn’t help it in the popularity department. I chose the crossover because Andrew Scott is in both shows.

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful? Only two of my fics have made it into people’s collections. They’re both Black Clover fics. The first one is Rest Young Soldiers which speculated on how the Spade Arc might end, and All Fortune Plays End where I speculated about how Asta’s devil powers might take over his body. I think I did a good job writing both fics.

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who? It is not. I just do what works for my brain.

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person? I do reread them. I like to reread my own as they come up on people’s bookmarks of my fics. I also have a trash memory so sometimes I reread fics when out looking for new ones and become that one Gandalf meme when I try to leave kudos.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.” I have 28 recs out of 138 bookmarks and I feel this way about all of my recs.

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason? I got some flames back in my SPN days that graphically described how I should burn in hell for the fic I wrote. I also still think about the nice reviewer who complemented me on my Daniel characterization on my first IwtV AMC fic since that fic is pretty weak compared to my other ones in that fandom.

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written? I’m not sure because I can’t remember which fics are prompt fics. But I always love writing them.

44. If you take/write prompts: do you prefer dialogue or scenario/narrative prompts? I don’t really have a preference. Though sometimes I’ll accidentally take it in a strange direction because that’s where inspiration took me.

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic? Editing hands down. I’ve gone from only running the spell check and immediately posting the first and only draft to doing a two round editing process.

46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write? On my computer is preferred. Typing on my phone is obnoxious no matter what I’m doing.

47. If [insert fic] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes. If my SPN fic Burn Mark were shoes, they’d have the mark of Michael branded into the toes and the soles would be made from metal like a cage. The leather would be well worn, possibly almost worn out and the shoe laces a little dirty.

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it? The last fic I read was the latest chapter of Only Human by bandedbulbussnarfblat. If human AUs for IwtV (AMC) aren’t your thing, then I highly recommend The Human Perspective by the same author.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it! I am currently working on my novel so no sharing.

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about! I’m not really sure. I’ve been posting fic online since July of 2001. I have a lot of thoughts about it but not sure which to choose from. If people want to know more you all can always send me asks or messages about whatever questions you might have.

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shawty-writes-a-little · 3 years ago

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Didn’t see you there

A/n: This is my first time writing smut and I almost died. How tf do people do if-I—please bare with me

Summary: political marriage with alecksandar but they soon develop feelings for each other(too much cringe fluff) . Smut in the end 👅

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT, I would say 18+ but I’m not 18 myself so who am I to judge you (lmk if I need to add any warnings)

Word count: 3k

After the taking down of fold, Ravaka for the king was growing short of allies as the whole nation was one again. It didn’t concern to the general in any way but it did when it came to his grishas. Since the little palace is the home of grishas of Ravaka. One unwise decision in any direction and it could bring upon a war. Not that they needed any protection nor did they need countless enemies across the continent out of pride.

The king came up with a compromising solution for this. To have the general marry lady y/n of *Insert a state name here* for Ravaka as a truce offering. That could ressemble peace between two countries. Surely alecksandar hated the idea but it was for the welfare of his own people.

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They settled the marriage proposal amongst y/n’s father to have his daughter married to general to bring peace between the countries. He agreed upon it, as it would benefit his rulership too. Y/n didnt have a say in this. Even if she did her voice would be unheard either ways between her father, the king, the general her husband-to-be a man she’s never seen before. A man from a land she’s never been to before. She’d heard about him of course. The darkling, the shadow summoner, the post powerful grisha. Y/n were to leave her home forever, married off to some stranger she had only heard of in street whispers.

Weeks before the weeding y/n and the royal family of her country arrived at Ravaka. The last she’d be among her family would be in a foreign land she felt glum at that thought.

The general meant to make this weeding work. Y/n wasn’t the only “dutiful” one. He would take her walking around the palace following that especially when y/n’s family is around to show them she’d be happy here. Sometimes they’d go by the lake, alecksandar would show her different places at the palace. He’d try to converse with her better and y/n would be as shy as she could be. She would reply only with a nod or a shy smile. It annoyed him how she wouldn’t meet his eyes, did she think he’d bite her?

But the more time he spent with her he began to tolerate her awkward behaviour day by day. She was certainly very beautiful and kind. She wouldn’t say much but her beauty would match her kindness. She’d listen to him. They had been spending afternoons together and he felt a different kind of light around her. He felt close to her only after weeks. He was able to share anything with her. One day he’d been angry with something that came up with his war plans and all she did was nod and tried to understand him. Which she did. She comforted him, she let him vent to him. Something alecksandar himself had never felt before having someone there for him emotionally. That made him grew closer to her. Now he would like to be around her. Though y/n wasn’t quite affectionate he would catch her chuckling under her breath, looking at him but turning away as soon as he looked back at her. Sometimes he would even get out a hearty real laugh out of her, he loved to see that. See her laughing. On the end of their walks sometimes he would give her a soft peck on the cheeks and see her blush to death.

Although not the same for y/n. She didn’t have anything against alecksandar. He wasn’t cruel or mistreated her in any way till now, if he is then it’s only a matter of forever for her. She wasn’t sure if he would always be this nice or was it just a show? She was too naive to be attracted to him until her mind revolved around missing her family and a weeding ahead of her. Every time she would walk around the palace with him everyone would look at her with a judgemental look she couldn’t figure out what it was about but it surely wasn’t welcoming. Of course it wasn’t. She wasn’t like them, she was human married to the most powerful grisha, unfit for someone like him. But who was to explain it to them that she didn’t like this marriage as much as them? That she didn’t have a say in this either and if she could she would want out of this.

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The day of weeding finally arrived. Alecksandar was looking at in the mirror at his reflection thinking about everything at once. His thoughts running around in his head like a train. He hadn’t seen his bride in a whole day and the thought of looking at her in her gown walking down the passage gave him butterflies in his stomach. He had never felt this before and he felt stupid. How could he be so pathetic feeling childish feelings inside of him he was the general.

He stood tall at the end of the aisle as y/n walked from afar, clutching her father’s arm, nervous. Since the passage was so long he couldn’t get a good look at her gown or her. Though he heard a few gasps from the crowd which filled him with rage as some men were in awe of watching his bride.

He took a step back as y/n finally arrived to stand across him. If the heartrenders tried to hear his heartbeat it would sound like that of a horse running. Y/n looked so gorgeous in her silk white gown with golden and black embroidery on the sides and puffy sleeves. He felt something stir writhing him. Yes she was always that beautiful but he never knew how attractive she could be.

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The weeding was charming. Grand. Feast afterwards where everyone congratulated the pair and wished for good fortune. With the passing time of feast coming to an end y/n grew more and more nervous. She knew alecksandar for quite a few time now but she didn’t knew what he’d do to her on their weeding night? She had never done such a thing before and with what her maids back home had told her on this matter she had imagined all the kinds of horror.

After the feast y/n said her goodbyes to everyone and was escorted to alecksandar’s chambers. She has never been there before. It was huge, gentle wind flowing through the curtains, night lamps across the whole place so lit so bright before she could look into his chamber more she heard him step inside and turned around. Finally they were alone. He closed the door behind him and walked to her, the sound of the door closing made y/n’s heart drop to her stomach. She was scared of what might come. Y/n greeted him with an awkward smile as we walked past her to the bedside.

Alecksandar looked up at y/n, standing nervously where she was, her innocent face, playing her her fingers looking down at her feet. He knew exactly what it was about. “Lady y/n.” He said in a calm voice.

“G-general.” She greeted back.

“Alecksandar, y/n.” He correcteded.

“Apologies” she said still looking at her feet and nodding. Few moments passed and nome of them said anything while y/n was still standing there unsure and scared of what to do.

Alecksandar the silence and said ��I can’t nearly comprehend how you must feel at this moment-if we are to work this marriage there should be firm understanding amongst ourselves.” He said strolling towards her. “And know this I wouldn’t force myself upon you.” He took her hands in his and continued “or anything that might bring you discomfort in any way. We are man and wife-I would respect your boundaries until you’re comfortable enough with me hmm?” He assured her with a gentle smile and gave her a soft kiss on the knuckles.

Y/n was more than relived. She didn’t expect this even in her dreams. She nodded surprised of what to say “I—I would love that-Tha-thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for that” he said. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad after all y/n thought to herself.

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Two months passed and y/n had started to grow fond of alecksandar too. She had opened more to him by now it was much different from when they first got married. They shared the same bed, for a couple days both of them would awkwardly sleep on the edge of the bed which changed with time. Hold each other’s hands while sleeping to sleeping in each other’s arms. It felt comforting. She wasn’t as shy as she used to be with him. After a long day at night she would read to him any book she was currently reading while he would fall asleep halfway and keep asking questions about it in the morning, if alecksandar was busy during the day and didn't get to see y/n much he would make sure of it that he gets to have dinner with his wife alone.

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Y/n was reading a book in their chamber as alecksandar stepped in. The night was just settling in and y/n was too occupied into reading she didn’t see him coming. He walked to her and leaned to the table next to her and nudged into what she was reading by her shoulder. “What are you reading?” He asked looking at y/n.

She pretended to still be occupied in the book as he grew impatient. “Y/n?” He asked again with a huff.

She couldn’t help but grin still trying to keep up with the act that she was reading. She wasn’t. He moved in front of her and caged her with his arms on the table she had been leaning to. She had her face buried behind the book. Alecksandar sighed taking away the book with his one hand placing it to the side. “Evening y/n” he said with an annoyed expression finally getting her attention as his face was too close to hers.

“Oh-sorry I didn’t see you there!” She said trying to hold back laughter.

“did you now?” He said narrowing his eyes at her playfully.

“I was too busy reading-“ y/n said with a chuckle joking looking back at him friskily.

Alecksandar hummed in reply raising a brow stepping even closer to her. Y/n tilted her head to the side smiling widely and rested her hands by his shoulders. “Move aside.”

“What? Sorry I didn’t see you there-“ he smirked shooting y/n’s humour back to her. Y/n snorted narrowing her eyes and they both stood there close laughing, gazing into each other’s eyes. The space between them was closed soon as y/n stepped forward and brushed her lips onto his smiling into the tender kiss. Alecksandar turned it into a steamy kiss as he raised her from his waist and sat her onto the table. Y/n held him by his face with her hands before barely touching his beard he brushed away her hands gripping them to the sides of the table as he moved downwards to kiss her neck. “Alecksandar” she muttered and he stopped to look at her, afraid he crossed a line. She stepped back on her feet from the table and kissed him again from the collar of his kefta before removing it from him bringing it to his shoulders hastily. He pulled away the kiss to look at her “Are you sure you want this?”

“Y-yes. I want this-“ she said focusing on kissing him again.

That was it. He lifted her from both of his hands by her inner thighs kissing her again roughly while y/n wrapped her arms around him. He walked over to the bed not breaking the kiss and placed her on the bed gently. He hovered above her removing his undid kefta revealing his bare chest and smashed his lips on hers again.

He trailed his fingers down to her laced gown opening them without having to look at them while he continued to kiss her. Forcing her mouth open so he could get his tongue inside while his hands kept undressing her. It was hard for y/n to keep up while he was the dominating one, she had no idea what she was doing which was understandable it was her first time she was doing a sort of thing. For Alecksandar at the same time who had been waiting long for this seemed as if he couldn’t get enough, he kept trailing from her lips to jaw and her neck kissing her intensely.

He was going quite fast for it being y/n’s first time. Dammit he wanted her so bad he couldn’t make sense of her whining his name. He stopped raising from his chest to look at her, messed hair, exposed chest, nervous expression. She rose on her elbows still lying on the bed “Can we go slower?"

Alecksandar was cursing himself for how awkward he made her. He knew it was her first time and she wouldn’t be able to keep up. He couldn’t help himself. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

“-no I want to! I just don’t know m-“

“I know. It’s completely alright, I would like to make this as gentle as I can for you.” He hummed in a calm voice and y/n smiled at him and nodded in reply.

She laid back on their bed and Alecksandar started trailing off her body with gentle kisses as he got to the valley of her breasts moving his hands by her nipples gently. Y/n couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

His hands went between her inner thighs. Moving around them softly as they rose above making her tingle. He moved closer to her neck, kissing her again before before he spread her legs softly wider and wider.

He first circled around her clit and looked at her to see her reaction. Y/n who was a moaning mess twisted in the sheets. she shut her eyes tightly as alecksandar slid a finger inside of her. Her head arched back and she bit her lip to not scream, literally. when he slided one more finger inside of her with ease but it was too much for her too handle. She had her hand going through his hair tensely, tangling them there, whispering gibberish as the sensations ran through her. Which made alecksandar grin a little of how vulnerable she felt against his touch. “Words, little one.” She looked at his teasing face smirking down at her and after a lot of attempt to get out something that would make sense “A-ah-it feels so good” she said.

By the time she came on his fingers y/n was breathing sharply against him with her eyes shut letting in the orgasm she just had. She heard him unbuckle his trousers. Her eyes widened as she saw his cock and arched back nervously. Alecksandar just smirked at her reaction. “W-wait—how will that fit?” She asked confused rather than aroused. Alecksandar chuckles slightly and began “do you trust me?” he asked calmly and she nodded tentatively in reply. “Then lie back and don’t move.”

It turned him on ever more how obedient she was to what he said. “Y/n, This would hurt a little..are you ready?” He asked again. He knew it wouldn’t hurt much since he’d already warmed her up but he felt the need to tell her.

Taking a deep breath he pushed inside of her. Y/n whimpered loudly as she felt him inside of him and clutched the sides of the bedsheets tightly. He forgot how sensitive virgins could be. “Just don’t move and it’ll hurt less” he warned her again even though he wasn’t even halfway inside of her. He let her adjust to his size and pushed further her mouth fell open and she winced. Despite the clear shiver that ran through y/n alecksandar enjoyed her tightness around his member.

He worked up a slow and steady pace pulling in and out of her. Though each atom in his body wanted to pound inside of her roughly and feel her but he couldn’t get himself to because he ought to be gentle for her first time.

He grunted but y/n’s panting was high pitched. She reached to his neck to kiss him and muffled moans escaped her lips. She was inexperienced and kissing him whenever she could and trying to hold back moans only made Alecksandar feel more aroused to push into her with speed.

Alecksandar couldn’t go as intense and rough as we wished to but there was plenty of time for that until y/n would get used to him. By the time she reached her climax alecksandar hasn’t been as gentle as he hoped and promised to. He had sped up by the time he came and saints didn’t she felt so good!

He dropped to her side panting. Feared to look at y/n to see the damage he’d caused. He couldn’t bare the fact that he might’ve hurt her. “Are you alright...” he asked uncomfortably. Y/n faced him and nodded quietly. “Did I hurt y-“ before he could finish y/n kissed him softly in reply to reassure all of his doubts and that she were alright. “It was wonderful.” She said comfortingly he smiled back at her and wrapped his arms around her bringing her close. Kissing her forehead and both of them fell asleep snuggling close in each other’s arms.

Note 2.0- Hi yes-sorry the smut’s kind of off-like I said I almost died writing is smut. Is. Too. Hard. ANYWAYS I love this trope i have an idea for a whole series but like it’s always used in mafia stories which makes me cringe so hard like bye-Please comment and let me know what you think :)))))

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353 notes • Posted 2021-07-17 09:43:48 GMT

Used to be

Part two here

Darkling x royalwife!reader

Summary: Reader tends to leave after Aleksander grows distant but it gets angsty lol idk how I explain this 😭

Warning: ANGST

Word count: 2k

Aleksandar and y/n had been married for about two years now. Y/n was human and she was raised to a lady like a proper respected house, a known family name. She always knew she was going to be married off like her mother did from one noble house to another just like her mother before her and on and on. What she didn’t knew was it would be a political marriage and she would be married into the grisha’s general to be precise.

Their marriage didn’t turn out to be an exact contactless political marriage. Both of them found each other congenial in no time. It was in a long time Aleksandar felt that way for anyone but it was true. He didn’t knew himself how much he began to cherish being around her. They became inseparable and Y/n had found her everything in her husband likewise for him. They learned and laughed and lived and loved. It was shocking how with everything there is to accomplish one person’s well being is all you care for Alecksandar would think in silence admiring her wife’s beauty, not just beauty the connection he grew with her was more than romantic feelings. He would feel whole around her something he wasn’t familiar with.

Everything seemed to be great…for a while. The “sun summoner” was enrolled, taken moreover to little palace and everything changed. Y/n got along with Alina at start but thing started become more and more obscure and heavy with Aleksandar. At first it was a few lesser glances with her husband but then he seemed to have disappeared from her life staying in the same palace. He wouldn’t sleep in their shared chambers, barely even met her let alone conversing, everyday started to feel like being on the battleground against a whole army. Y/n was raised to become a “lady” she wasn’t going to confront Aleksandar. That was all she hoped to do now that the past few months everything felt like crumbling to pieces. Everything went to hell with a blink of an eye and y/n didn’t even realise how?

Everything she used to find comfort in felt exhausting, knowing she was doing the things she enjoys to fill the void and the constant pressure to do so would just result in failure of that happening.

It didn’t get any better even with fortnights passing. Aleksander was the same with everyone else as he had been before but just her. Only her he’d ignore like an unnoticeable nuisance of some sort each time y/n would try to get close with him the way they used to be. Y/n didn’t have anything against Alina, not even once. But it just gave her this colossal pain in her heart watching her husband laugh the way he used to with her, how they’d both go on rides and stay up late. It was all coming back in heart shattering memories because he wasn’t doing all that with her anymore.

Y/n got along with Alina with no other intention but of making a friend. Both of them seemed to be in a position of needing one but Aleksandar refrained her from talking to Alina. He explained that Alina should rather prefer “grisha” company if she was to settle amongst them. Each day there would be a new low. How much till one breaks? Y/n sure was close. Aleksander “asked” her to not join the dinners because he had pressing war discussions going on with everyone-everyone as in everyone who’s a grisha. Another stab into the heart.

That’s when y/n seemed to have reached the bottom. She didn’t knew why he was behaving like this firstly.

Frustrated of everything y/n wrote a letter back home not being distinct of details she simply stated in the letter to her family about how she wants to return. Concerned for the only daughter of their noble house her family sent back men to Little palace from their army to get her back. Things took an ugly turn after that. The troop of human army her family sent had to conspire go get into the little palace since they weren’t grishas. However they were caught and it didn’t turn out as great for either of them. Y/n was unaware of anyone even coming for her in the first place. What Aleksander was reported about was that a few men invaded little place to which he had them sentenced to death considering he had a sun summoner on his hands, he couldn’t be foolish enough to spare them. If he had known the Royal troop was sent from his in-laws his decision would’ve differed—but he didn’t.

Finding out what had happened y/n was shattered. She couldn’t believe she lured men from her own army, men she would’ve known into slaughter. She felt huge grief, regret, rage, shock but most of all fear. She feared what Aleksander was going to do with her now. He wasn’t the same Aleksander now anyways and she feared what he might do out of anger, to her.

—

Aleksander stormed into their room with loud footsteps y/n heard even before he entered. It made her stomach twist with the uneasy feeling of knowing what was coming wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Aleksander slammed the door open entering, he looked at her weary face and Y/e/c eyes staring back him in fear most likely. He calmed himself avoiding any outbursts from his side and began with a flat voice “Did you know?”

“I did.” Y/n said in even softer voice not looking back at him. She knew lying wouldn’t help partially aware not to provoke him.

“Did you plan on letting me know you were inviting armies to invade little palace?” he asked her sharply.

“I didn’t intend to have them invade little pal—“

“You called them to have a play date then?” He remarked jumping down her throat.

Y/n stood silent unable to response, unable to think of a response.

“We have far more pressing matters going on, with miss starkov-the war and now is when you pick to play a little charade?” He said gritting his teeth.

“I wasn’t-it’s—they’re not alive anymore thanks to you then how does it matter?” Y/n responded fiercely, knowing it took everything in her to talk back to him.

“How does it matter?” Aleksander stepped forward and confined with a high pitched voice “Someone else could've gotten killed, gotten hurt!”

“Nobody else hurt-killed? Nobody but the men from the human army. Men who were just following orders” y/n said putting emphasis on human refereeing to everything Aleksander suggested her to be attained from because of. “Tell me did you even bother to know their names before you butchered them?”

“Careful there, none of it would’ve happened if you informed me about it.” He replied with a smug tone.

“They were just coming to take me back home not to start a battle!” She said as a single ball of tear started to form in her eyes.

“Take you home? What for?” That came to Aleksander as a surprise he wasn’t aware at the slightest the reason the army came called upon by y/n and why?

“Because I want to—I wrote to *insert your castle/palace name* informing that I want to.”

“-Why?”

“I don’t want to stay here. That’s why”

“Is this about your complains with Alina again? I have the country at war, the sun summoner and the shadow fold and you want to go home at an inconvenience?!” He said raising he voice which made y/n flinch.

“It’s not an inconvenience-I don’t want to stay around here anymore just how you don’t want to stay around me.” This time tears were brimming down her eyes but y/n showed no sign of acknowledging that.

“What are you talking about?” Aleksander asked raising a brow.

“Oh don’t you know? How you don’t sleep in our chambers anymore—how I’m not allowed to talk to Alina or join dinner at the hall. F-for months now!” she said brushing off the tears from her cheeks with new ones flowing without her knowing.

“We’ve been married for two years and you want to go back running back home for that?” Aleksander shot back slyly.

“It’s not just that—you would know how it feels if you were in my place!”

“—I would very much so choose to react maturely.”

“You abandoned me! Y-you’re the general the entire day you forgot to be Aleksander!” Y/n spat strolling towards him unafraid to reply with him on any and the quality of words she chose.

“I never abandoned you—I chose to prioritise a better future for the both of us and you couldn’t make out that difference!” He yelled banging his fist to the side on the table loosing the patience he had.

“For us?!” Y/n chuckled ironically and continued with glossy eyes with more tears that were forming “I—I never wanted this marriage-but I was a damned fool to have started to want it, want you-and I loved you but yo—“

“It doesn’t look like you do-not right now it isn’t let alone if you ever did.” He scoffed undermining what she’d say helplessly in between sobs.

“I have loved you!” Unknown of how to be heard she gave his chest a push from her hands though he stood unmoved,”You don’t get to say that—I have loved you. I can’t keep trying and trying anymore knowing you never loved me and you never would-you’re not capable of that. You’re not capable to love anyone but yourself!”

Aleksander felt felt something shift in him with what y/n said, he grabbed her by her biceps tightly pushing her against the nearest wall breathing sharply against her skin. He tightened his grip by his fingers making her wince “You’re hurting me-“ she said softly not looking up at him but constantly trying to get away from his hold.

He titled her chin forcing he to face him and began. “You are the one who doesn’t get to say that-I have loved you since the day I laid my eyes on you and I tend to do till my last! My only weakness that has ever been is loosing you and I will not have it done by my own hands. You can cry and hate me, be petty for a few days but you’re not going away from my sight little dove.” Y/n pushed him away proceeding to stand away from him and looked at him in disbelief shaking her head.

“No—I want to go home.” She said firmly wiping her tears again.

“You can’t and you won’t.” Aleksander scowled back.

“But I do not wish to—“

“I’ve had about enough of this y/n you’re not leaving little palace and so aren’t your letters.” Aleksander said stiffly walking out of the door not waiting to hear her response.

Y/n stood there again crying in the huge chamber alone yet again, unsure to make sense of one more thing she was restricted of.

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393 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 23:08:04 GMT

By the stream

Robb stark x fem!reader

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Summary: Arranged marriage trope w robb and being close with the stark kids (season 1 time line)

Warnings: none just too much fluff

An: Yeo this is my first time writing robb stark so yeeee i hope you like it

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It had been several months since y/n and robb’s marriage. It was an arranged marriage between two houses for better alliance, to which both of them opposed to. Y/n more than robb but that was fair enough on her part considering she was the one who had to leave her childhood home married to someone she’s never even met.

Their weeding was huge. Everyone attended the feast, wedding even grand than that. Y/n was the only daughter child to her house it was obviously going to be glamorously huge. Big feasts, dines, wine, ale, pie, fancy dresses just name it. All that and y/n was still morose at her own wedding. She didn’t let it show but she was still just as much opposed to the wedding as she was before. Y/n was a year younger than robb she feared for adjusting amongst new lands, new people but moreover she didn’t want to leave her home, her family and people. She was told she would eventually adapt “You would be a proper northerner in no time” “No marriage is perfect from the start” “It would take time but you would grow on them soon enough” is what everyone kept telling her. They were right but y/n seem to have find any comfort in them given at her naive age. Robb on the other hand wasn’t complaining just as much as before. It wasn’t likewise with y/n but she grew on robb. He wasn’t much mature himself either but he was glad to be around y/n, counting down days to the weeding.

—

Fortnights passed and turned to months, y/n was settled into her new family and the north like salt in water. Lord and lady stark were kind to her treated her like their own daughter. Sewing amongst sansa and learning the house accounts with lady catelyn kept her busy. Everything was perfect. Relations with everyone was perfect..everyone but robb. Y/n was always shy around robb, she found connecting with robb the hardest. They both tried to not make it awkward on their part but it didn’t quite work as much, robb being busy with his part in the arrangements for the king’s arrival. The whole castle was busy as a bee with the king’s arrival y/n too sharing the load of catelyn stark’s responsibilities.

They would only get time to meet each other at night in their shared chambers. They would simply just lay and sleep with a few dialogues here and there. Robb had stated on their first night together that he didn’t want to force himself on y/n or do anything until she wasn’t comfortable, y/n appreciated that a lot.

—

Y/n was accompanied more by the kids of winterfell than the maids. With everyone busy in the hustle for the Royal family arriving the children were just set aside unknown of their contributions, simply bored. Arya had other plans given her mischievous mind. She heard stories about lady y/n’s skills with swords. Y/n practised with her brothers but didn’t own a sword as of now but arya just wanted to learn how to even wield one if y/n could at least teach her that much she would be content given the stories she heard were true. They were. Y/n was raised amongst three brothers and being the youngest of them she was trained with them along with lady like sessions.

Y/n refused to teach Arya sword fighting since it was against the rules and not advisable for someone her age.

“Arya I’m not going to teach you anything, you are so very young lady to be even thinking about swords and wars and what not.” Y/n explained to her in a calm voice walking in the corridors with Arya following her trying to keep up her fast pace.

“I’m not a lady! I don’t want to be one.” Arya said stubbornly.

“Ah I know-that’s what I used to say to we know how that turned out.” She replied to arya in the same calm voice knowing she was dealing with a child. A very stubborn one.

“Please please please—at least you got the chance to know how to use one why can’t you do the same for me!” Arya protested the frustration of y/n still not agreeing with her was seen very clearly in the voice.

Y/n sighed heavily stopping the stroll in the corridor, she bent down on her know to get to Arya’s level. “Look neither of us have a sword, nor a bow and ar—“

“You know archery too?” Arya cut her off asking curiously.

“Hmm maybe” y/n said trying to brush off the matter “What I saying is that we don’t even have a place we can practise at either let alone some wooden swords or bows and arrows.” Y/n tried to convince her calmly.

“They keep a lot of spare wooden swords in the shed and there’s a stream just down the castle maids go to for washing clothes when dawn cracks-trust me there’s no else there rest of the day!” Arya responses eagerly full of hope.

Y/n took into consideration for what arya said, she didn’t want arya to have her dreams crushed not by her at least. It seemed heartbreaking to refuse to her with a heavy sigh she spoke “Fine.”

“Is that a yes?!!” Arya asked happily.

“Yes-but we’ll have to be very cautious—“

Arya interrupted y/n with a bone crushing hug out of excitement “yes yes I promise!!”

Y/n smiled into the hug and hugged back, arya’s happiness to a yes was extremely heart melting.

—

Y/n practised with arya for a few days and it was just as fun for y/n too. It might be a wooden sword but it felt good how keen Arya was about every instruction she told her. A few days in Rickon started tagging along since his brothers considered him very young to make him practise with them, he didn’t want to practise in the first place he had just grown a liking to y/n because at dinners she would sneak him some sweets. He promised not to snitch on anyone about their sword practise.

—

Arya swinged back at y/n with a wooden sword just have her leave an empty way by her neck “Aha-see! You’re fast but you lack sense of direction love.” Y/n snorted and stepped back to start over.

Arya would note whatever y/n remarked as the clash of wooden swords continued. They would practise for hours and neither would get tired. Arya put her leg in front caught off guard by y/n when she stepped forward to strike back resulting her in tripping on her back on the mud.

Arya pointed the wooden sword at y/n “What about my sense of direction now?” She asked.

Y/n rolled her eyes stepping up “You don’t trip your opponent in sword fighting thats a mischief no honour in that.” She replied with a huff.

“So I am not getting good?”

“You are! But tripping the other person would only get you past sansa not when you want to fight with a real sword.” Y/n replied comfortingly bending a little.

“Sansa wouldn’t get anything about sowrds!” Arya protested.

“Heh don’t be harsh Arya everyone has their own thing they’re good at.” Y/n smiled rubbing the dirt of her dress.

“Your thing must be swordplay then.”

“-Really? That’s a sweet thing to say.”

“Yeah I would say you’re even better than robb.” Arya said shrugging her shoulders.

“I agree. You’re even funnier than him!” Rickon said jogging back from the tree he was leaning towards.

“Ah well you two flatter me.” Y/n replied with a slight chuckle.

“Would you get me sweet when we go back then?” Rickon asked blinking several times trying to y/n trying his best to convince her.

“Oh so that’s what this is about hmm?” she chuckled and continued “Why not, I just need to change my dress it’s got mud all over it I wonder how?” She said narrowing her eyes playfully at arya.

“It’s not that bad.” Arya said trying to rub off some of it from the front. “You also have some on your face.” Arya told her running away.

—

Reaching back to her chambers Y/n closed the door behind her hastily, not wanting anyone to question about her dress. She moved through her wardrobe trying to find another one to replace the one she was wearing.

“Y/n?” She was surprised hearing that voice from behind and turned around quickly.

“Robb.” She greeted back almost frightened thinking of excuses to come up with.

“What happened to you? You look like you’ve been to war?” Robb said examining her, snickering at the end.

“I-umm-you know a-Arya-and—“ she stammered trying to continue thinking hard to come up with a wise answer. Robb took steps in her direction standing close to her he stroked her hair talking a branch out.

“Arya-and I we were umm-playing by the stream you know-Children! She was sulking a lot with mother and everyone else busy with the arrangements so I thought to cheer her up.” Y/n said with a heavy sigh.

“Notorious that one I tell you!” Robb exclaimed trying to take the conversation forward.

“It’s alright-I’ll just change my dress” y/n said raising her brows awkwardly.

“As you please.” He smiled standing awkwardly for a few moments.

Finally y/n broke the silence “I umm need to change so-“

“Right-apologies I was leaving anyways” robb spoke being unaware she was uncomfortable.

—

“Can we do something else today we’ve been fighting with wooden swords for a long time now!” Arya whined as they continued practising the next day.

“What do you have me do? We don’t have anything else but wooden swords.” Y/n said shrugging her shoulders.

“Do we?” Arya smirked and ran behind the tree Rickon was standing by she brought back a set of bow and arrows, real ones.

“Arya! Where did you get those?!” Y/n asked in a high pitched voice with the rising panic inside of her showing.

“Don’t worry-they’re bran’s. He left them at practise no one saw me take them.” Arya consoled back.

“I almost got caught the other day, robb asked me about my dress.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I almost did.”

“-But you didn’t.”

“Gods-“ y/n sighed with a smile “Alright but where do you want to aim?”

“How about Rickon?” Arya asked jokingly.

“Hey!” Both y/n and rickon exclaimed at the same time.

“I’m joking! How about the tree?” Arya proposed.

“Suits right. Rickon love, come stand here or you could get hurt.” Y/n said as rickon ran to stand alongside her.

Y/n gripped the bow in arya’s hands showing her the right way. “Keep your shoulders straight-chin up don’t look at your grip just make it firm—“

“Well hello there” a familiar voice came from behind making both Arya and y/n skip a heart beat.

Arya dropped the bow from her hands swiftly turning around with y/n while rickon stood behind her.

“Robb. W-we were just-“ y/n began not knowing what to say.

“I asked her to teach me. It wasn’t her fault!” Arya blurbed out real quick and rickon stood where he was clutching ends of y/n’s dress.

“Good god, calm down Arya—did I say either one of you is in fault?” Robb said taking steps nearer in their direction.

Three of them stood where they were confused if robb was being ironic or did he really not mind?

Robb moved past them and bent down to pick up the wooden swords on the ground “Sword practising eh?” He asked raising a brow.

“We’ve just been practising for a couple of days.” Said Arya defensively.

Robb let out a small laugh “Drop the charade, I know you tend to get things you want-you asked me a million times and when I refused you turned to lady y/n? So this is what’s been keeping my dear wife busy huh?” His tone was teasingly calm he didn’t seem mad the term “wife” made y/n’s cheeks burn because they had never been relatively friendly to use such terms with each other.

“Arya just wanted to learn the basics that’s all-I for one don’t know much of it myself.” Y/n lied trying to cover up.

“Why are you lying? You’re even better than him!” Rickon said looking up at y/n’s face.

“Ri—“

“We already have favourites now?” Robb flickering his eyes.

“It’s true actually—y/n even knows archery!” Said Arya smug of y/n’s skills not knowing both of them are making it worse for y/n.

“You too? I’m wounded.” Robb remarked in an joking manner.

“Ah no—don’t listen to them I’m not that good-“ y/n said with a nervous chuckle.

“She is!” both rickon and Arya said in a high pitched voice.

“Very well why don’t we test it then? We seem to have bran’s bow and arrow right here I’m not going to ask how.” Robb said picking up the set from the ground gesturing for y/n to take it.

“They’re joking-they don’t really mean it I—“

“Show him! You do know how to use them!” Arya said in frustration really entitled to show off her teacher’s skills.

“Go on—Arya seems pretty eager.” Robb forced the set in y/n’s hands this time stepping away from the way to the target and stood aside her. Arya and rickon on the other side leaving y/n in the middle nervous with robb watching her.

She raised the arrow alongside her arms, the general way as well as with stretching of the string. Taking the edge of the arrow by her elbow she aimed at the tree just when y/n was about to shoot Robb spoke up “Wait!” before y/n could stand in resting position he was already near her.

“Your hand’s is too tight around the bow.” He said and before y/n could implement on what he said robb’s hand was around her fingers correcting them. Y/n was no longer paying attention to what he was up to, sudden grip of hand on top of hers made her blush so hard.

“Like that and here-“ robb rubbed a swift hand over her back and wrapped it around her arms which were in aim position with the bow. His hands were around her with him caging her, robb’s chest was touching y/n’s back almost like a hug from behind.

Arya had already covered rickon’s eyes with her hands seeing both of them. Y/n’s posture didn’t need to be fixed or did he just want to help? These thoughts kept running around y/n’s mind and she left the grip over the arrow shooting right in the middle of the tree and immediately rested her hands down. Robb was still standing close to her but acknowledging Arya and rickon’s presence he cleared his throat and stepped aside.

“Told you she’s really good.” Arya said innocently taking the awkwardness away. For now at least.

“Right-“ robb huffed narrowing his eyes at Arya “Why don’t you two run along and I will keep your little secret?” Robb proposed to which both of them agreed instantly and rushed to go back leaving robb and y/n by the stream.

“I—I better get going-“ y/n said right after Arya and rickon were out of sight.

“Can we sit here for a while?” Robb responded with extreme hopes for her staying.

“Alright.” She said with a small nod y/n was still not recovered from the bow incident yet. It wasn’t common between the two of them to be this close and for it being the first time y/n didn’t seem to mind it, she even liked it hating the fact she turned red but she wasn’t sure if robb was genuine or did he just wanted an excuse to be close around her.

Both of them sat by the edge of the stream alongside each other. Y/n had started to grow feelings for him too by now but she still got nervous around him.

“What Arya and rickon said earlier-I hope you didn’t get affronted witch it, they’re just kids.” Y/n said straightening her back.

Robb waved his hand in the air “Of course not it’s alright-I’m aware they’re more smitten with you.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is, I wouldn’t blame them-Who wouldn’t grow fond of you?” Robb said with a boyish grin.

Y/n passed out a dry chuckle shyly still processing that comment and played with fingers.

“I’m happy for what you’re doing for Arya—truly, I do want her to learn.”

“You do? Th-that’s very thoughtful of you.”

“It’s nice she’s learning from someone like you-I would be pleased to block out Arya’s comment that you’re better than me, but I am very well aware it’s not wrong.” He joked with a sly chuckle.

Y/n laughed whole heartedly before responding making Robb look at her with soft expression. He’d wanted to see the sight of her laughing for a long time now, moreover him making her laugh.

“I guess you are affronted about that then?” Y/n teased raising her knees towards the stream running her hands slowly in the water.

“I’m not!” Robb said joining her in waving hands in the water.

“Yes you are!” Y/n teased again giggling slightly.

Robb ran his hand in the water roughly and splashed a few drops on her. “I said not.” he laughed watching y/n trying to brush the water out of her eyes irritated.

“Hey—“ she didn’t back down either and did the same on robb laughing, she swashed more water on him as he tried to cover his face and didn’t fight back.

Instead after a moment he grasped both of y/n’s wrists with his one hand stopping her from reaching the water. Her hands were on his chest both of them leaned in close and neither seemed to pull away, they could almost feel each other’s breath.

Looking into her e/c eyes something with robb shifted. How can someone be this astounding? He wanted to be this close to y/n, watch her laugh, the sweet sound of her giggle, listen to her talk about something she’s passionate about it all felt like two skys meeting at the same time right now. He brought his face close to her without being able to stop himself he placed his lips on top of hers, cupping her cheeks. Robb was so intimated by the kiss, he couldn’t see anyone else but y/n, he couldn’t think about anyone else but her it took him a while to come back to his senses and he immediately pulled away thinking back to the promise he made to her about giving her comfort a priority.

“My apologies I sho—“ he began with guilt in his voice but was cut off my y/n as she brushed her lips over his. It came to robb as a shock but he was the happiest, he kissed back smiling into the kiss.

“Guess from now on I would like to stay after Arya’s training.” He stated as they walked back to the castle hand in hand and everything seem perfect.

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Request: ( @aleksanderwh0r3 ) hi!! okay so i have an idea/request: so the reader was in a relationship with the darkling until Alina comes and she keeps getting brushed off and the reader gets fed up and decides to leave the little palace and requests she gets stationed near kribrisk or like she goes to ketterdam (what ever you want lol) and Kirigan finds the letter and realizes what he lost it’s gonna be an angsty fic lol

Word count: 4k+ 💀

Darkling x reader

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST (fluff in the end)

Note: Ok so I write on my phone because I’m not allowed my laptop except for school so ignore typos, English isn’t my first language and I havent read the books so yeah it’s a tragedy and I am the cringest person alive

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It had been weeks since Alina arrived at the little palace. The infamous sun summoner. Everyone was in awe to her powers, some more than others. The general. It was impossible to even believe that a living sun summoner was present right there, someone who was just a myth. Someone who was just thought of in day dreams of a better future. Y/n herself had a great amount of admiration for Alina. She was the one who warmed her up to the little palace, new surroundings, new people. Alina wasn’t just the sun summoner to her but they had become great friends in less than no time.

The general’s feelings towards Alina seemed obscure. Well to y/n it did. They were couple, him and y/n. They had been one for two years ever since y/n came to the little place after running away from home. Y/n found her home in alecksandar. He was the closest thing she ever felt to comfort or someone she could rely on. Y/n fell first and Alecksandar fell harder. He too felt different around y/n. After all those years of being the general he felt the Alecksandar inside of him when he was around her. Not a day would go by he wouldn’t think of her as people think of the moon. He simply just adored her that much. So did y/n. They would playfully argue on that quite a lot.

But recently things had changed, he would come late to their shared chambers at night and leave early before y/n woke up. They wouldn’t even get time to spend together or talk moreover he wouldn’t make time to spend with her. Y/n didnt mind that, for a few times at least. She has always been understanding of him that’s one of the things he loved about her. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have doubts herself. For the first few weeks y/n found Alina’s company truly joyful. They had some great laughs together she got to know about Alina’s life, where she grew up, how she grew up, her friend Mal she had a lot of stories about. Y/n told her she wished that one day Alina would tell mal stories about her and y/n.

But it was all the calm before the chaos. Soon Alecksandar started accompanying Alina. He told y/n not to tag along with them when he was with Alina which she found really strange but trusted Alecksandar and not for once her mind even had any different thoughts. Which was until these things became a routine. Alecksandar would take Alina riding, spend nights with her chatting, take her to their spot. He barely even acknowledged y/n’s existence. When they were alone for once which wasn’t even what alecksandar planned y/n knew his schedule and barged into the war room during evening to talk to him about how she felt.

“Are you for real y/n? How can you possibly imply that?” He replied to her with an annoyed huff when y/n brought it up.

“I’m not implying anything Alecksandar I’m just simply saying if you were to spend some time with me or at least let me in on what you’re on about with Alina.” Y/n said with a calm tone.

“Oh my extreme apologies—if you can’t already tell I’ve been busy y/n. I’ve a sun summoner on my hands-don’t you think it would rather help if you ought to be supportive?” Alecksandar said with a flat voice and an unironic apology. Y/n felt un heard but she didn’t mean to take the matter further clearly he wasn’t in the mood to listen. This happened several times all of the times he brushed it off sometimes making it clear he’s annoyed with it. Each time y/n would tell herself she still trusts him, he’s the general, he’s busy. But she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep lying to herself or how she actually felt and trying telling that to Alecksandar would only make it worse each time.

There wasn’t much she could take as every moment felt like being stabbed constantly and having to act it didn’t affect her. See him laughing with Alina, empty bedside every night, lonely dinners it’s too much until someone reaches their point. Y/n had reached hers. Alecksandar didn’t seem to care she was present or not. Y/n couldn’t bare that everyday she wanted to leave. Get away. As fas as she can-away from Os altas, little palace, him. All she ever wanted was to be accepted she was a joyful soul who never loathed anything-she used to live and love in superlatives despite spending most of her life feeling like a burden because she was a grisha, her family never approved of her, the small town she grew up in saw her has a disease who could make the other kids like her she was banned from going to school with the others. Her family too saw her as a disappointment for something that wasn’t even under her own control. She taught herself to read and write. Left home at a young age and never looked back. With extreme hustles she got to the little palace and never once felt alone. Training with everyone like herself, not looked down to when she walked in the halls and of course alecksandar. Well up until now. Her spirit was crushed, she was the young y/n back home who was neglected constantly until it reached to an extent to make her run away. Leave. That’s what she felt like doing again.She didn’t mean be loud about it or too sneaky either. She decided to write a note to Alecksandar...like she did the night she ran from her home.

With tear filled in her eyes she wrote...

Alecksandar, you’ve been the light of my

life ever since I left home. Every happy

memory I’ve had and want to hold onto is

the ones I have with you. But I can’t go

back to living a life of being cold

shouldered again. Hope Alina brings you

the happiness I never could.

—wishing you all the fortune

in the wars to come. Y/n.

She folded that note and placed it on the bed. With one last glance back their room she walked away, from their room, the palace but most importantly him.

It took a whole day for alecksandar to realise y/n’s absence. She wasn’t seen at the corridors the whole day nobody spoke about her to him either. Finally in the evening he went to the chambers to find nothing but a not on the bed. Strange. He thought. He read her note. Again and again trying to make sense of the words as he was utterly shocked to believe what he read was true. Was she really gone? Did she just leave like that, leave him? He sat on the edge of the bed trying to maintain his balance as he let that sink in. After a while he was rather annoyed and furious than glum. How could she leave over something that small?

After a week of searching and tracking Ivan found where y/n had been. The whole time alecksandar was worried as well as pissed over the face that y/n bolted away from little palace.

“Miss y/n was found in kribrisk.” Ivan told him in late evening.

“Kribrisk? What’s she doing that far away?”

He asked confused.

“We don’t know sir.”

“Alright then-we ride of kribrisk forthwith.” He said getting up as Ivan left to prepare a wagon for their ride.

—

The whole ride Alecksandar’s kept thinking about what he’d say, what he’d ask. In his silent self consideration he didn’t realise when they reached.

“Miss y/n is to be two storeys up.” Ivan said stepping out right beside him pointing to the floors of a building at the edge of a bustling alley, which is now silent given it is almost midnight.

“You stay here.” Alecksandar ordered as he walked into the building, climbing the damp flight of stairs to y/n’s floor.

Reaching outside of her he took a deep breath and gave two gentle knocks on the door.

Y/n was still awake. Wide awake in fact. She was alarmed hearing a knock on the door at this hour of the night. She wasn’t sure who could it be? Wether to open or not? Before she could decide that there was another knock. She stood up fixing her night gown and swiftly grabbed a knife out of the apple placed on the table. She held the knife cautiously pointed towards the door before opening it.

Y/n was shocked seeing alecksandar after opening the door she forgot to put down the knife that still pointed to him.

“Alecksandar?” She asked with a confused expression still with the knife in the air pointed to him.

He placed the tip of his finger on the knife softly moving it below, with a slight huff to her attempt of tackling someone with a knife. “Y/n.” He greeted with an awkward nod stepping inside while y/n was still in disbelief why he’d visited. She turned back to put the knife back on the table mostly to not face him.

“A kitchen knife? Really-“ alecksandar chuckled slightly “You do realise that you can light whoever might’ve been behind that door on fire if you wanted to right?” He continued jokingly.

Y/n didn’t seem to appreciate that joke. Neither his presence. “I was sleeping-“

“You don’t look like you were.” He interrupted her in a light voice as though nothing happened between them.

“What do you want? Why are you here?” Y/n said with an irritated expression wanting to get him to leave soon enough.

“I’m wounded.” Alecksandar replied still not in a serious manner.

“Have you come to gloat in the dead of the night?” She responded unafraid of provoking him.

“I’ve come to take you back y/n.” He spoke glancing around the place she had been living in. Y/n’s books all over the place, messy bed with the sheets showing he must’ve been twisting and turning while sleeping, her unfolded clothes forming a pile on the edge of the room, unfinished sketches spread across the table. Back at little palace their shared chambers were just like that when she was with him. Things weren’t the same without her he missed that, her. The room felt three times empty without her.

“I’m not coming back-I don’t want to.” This time y/n was unsure about his reaction, she turned her back on him pretending to go through a random book placed in front of her just to avoid him.

“What do you mean you’re not coming back?” he paused taking a deep sigh causing y/n to be more afraid not to face him. “What are you going to do here?”

“Whatever does it matter.” she responded in a calm tone.

He tried his best not to raise his voice “Do not face away from me-look at me and reply and yes it does matter to me.”

She turned back facing him “Why? Because I’m one of the general’s grishas?”

“It’s more than that-you know it’s more than that.” He said putting emphasis on you.

“Not anymore it’s not, didn’t you read the note I left you?” her heart ached saying those words as she tried her best not to make her voice sound protesting or weak either.

“All—all this because I didn't have the time to entertain your insecurities.” He chuckled dryly running his fingers through his hair out of annoyance.

“Entrain my insecurities?” Y/n paused “Name the last time we had dinner together-no—name the last time we had a conversation that didn’t involve war strategies or Alina.”

“All of the times you’ve had even the slightest doubt about me and Alina because I’ve been busy I reassured you! But you-you are the one who left without saying anything.”

“I was the one who left? Me alecksandar? Every time I came to you talk you just swayed me away into believing that was I was a jealous-obsessive fool—But no-I was the only one trying in our relationship until you made me reach to an extent where I gave up the hopes of finding back the Alecksandar lost inside of the general.” She tried holding back tears as her voice got high pitched.

“If you could just once-stop acting ridiculously and think with your head!” He said furiously slamming his hands on the edge of the table.

Y/n flinched at the sudden loudness in his voice and a thud, making it vulnerable for her to keep arguing without bursting into tears. “D-do not raise your voice at me.” She said softly looking into nothingness on the floor not meeting his eyes.

Sighing heavily he began “Now if you’re done with this charade-can we leave for os alta?”

“I told you I’m not coming back. I won’t.” She wanted to sound firm though her sentence came out like a whisper not so unafraid of his reaction now.

“Y/n—“ he began with a rough tone before she interrupted her.

“No-I can’t—go back to watching you laugh with her each day, garden walks, rides with her, taking her to our spot—whats it going to stop at? I can’t bring myself back into that misery that I ran away from years ago.”

Alecksandar fell silent. He didn’t want to meet her gaze. He gulped in at another silent moment still unable to bring himself to respond to her.

“What?” Y/n asked confused given his reaction 2 minutes ago he’s strangely quite now.

“While you were gone-w-we kissed.” His voice came out strained. Y/n stood in disbelief blinking at him unsure what to feel. She had already let go off him was she supposed to feel sad? Was she supposed to feel angry that they had kissed while she wasn’t even gone a fortnight. “She kissed me, I pulled away—it wasn’t her fault truly-“

he continued in a calm voice though every atom in his body didnt want him to let y/n know of that but his consciousness got the best of him.

“Of course it isn’t her fault!” She cut him off not holding back tears, she didn’t even have control over them anymore. “Sh-shes just as naive as I am!” Y/n said in between sobs softening his look towards her.

“Y/n-“ he began taking a step towards her. “It’s di—“

Y/n took a step backwards shaking her head as tears rushed down her eyes. “Don’t”

“It doesn’t have to be like this.” He said softly as a single drop of tear started forming into his eye.

“Well it is.”

“I realised what I’d lost when I was with her.” he cupped her cheeks trying to get her to look into at him. “I pulled away-I didn’t want that.”

“I don’t know if I can believe anything you say anymore.” Y/n said shakily.

Alecksandar was yet again silent just looking at her watching his hopes of winning her back flow away. Y/n gently placed her hands on top of his swaying it away from her face and looked up at him with teary eyes.

Alecksandar replied with an awkward shake of head. Before he could say anything y/n spoke up “Leave.”

He was shocked to hear that but he didn’t show it, he was aware it would come to this. But it hurt because he didn’t want it to come to this, he didn’t want to leave. Leave her. But he managed to hide his grief on it. He nodded with this eyes flickering everywhere in the room. “If that’s what you want.” Alecksandar said in a hushed tone.

Y/n simply stood there expression less, putting an act that his actions no longer affect her when her heart had broken into a million pieces by now.

He turned away quick and left not looking back. Y/n closed the door behind him as soon as he left and turned back to look at her room feeling every emotion at once. Her room was empty. Once again.

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Ivan was confused seeing the general come back alone but his good instincts chose not to ask him about it judging from his body language.

On his way back he kept thinking about everything y/n said, everything he said, everything happened. His thoughts kept circling around how it was over like that, y/n still meant so much to him but he shattered their perfect snow globe of a relationship. Alecksandar blamed y/n for leaving till now, he found her heartless when he got to know that she had left as though she didn’t care about him that she’d overreacted over a misconception. But now he was certain about the mistakes, his mistakes.

He ran his hand through the pocket of his Kefta taking out the letter she had left him. He remembered the letter distinctly. He had read it several times he knew every word yet he wanted to read it again. The last thing from y/n, probably the last thing ever.

He read her letter again he felt every word this time, what mind-state she would’ve written it in.

Alecksandar, you’ve been the light of my

life ever since I left home. Every happy

memory I’ve had and want to hold onto is

the ones I have with you. But I can’t go

back to living a life of being cold shoul-

again. I hope Alina brings you the

happiness I never could.

Cursing himself silently blaming himself for being the one who put her there in the first place. He was stuck after the word “again” what point of her life was she referring to going back to again? His thoughts spiralled trying to figure out what she meant there. Then it struck him. She meant before arriving to little palace. Y/n had told him about her childhood, the town she grew up in, her family who never considered her as one of their own for something she had no control over. He knew that. He knew he was the only one she had ever called her own. He knew she wouldn’t have expected to be neglected from him. Anyone but him. Y/n never opened up about her past much, she wouldn’t bring it up anytime either trying to escape from it. And she had escaped from it. Alecksandar had been her escape her “home” and he was aware of that.

Thinking back to it, he hadn’t just teared their relationship he had smashed her hopes being loved after leaving home. He had to make it right. He couldn’t just leave y/n to blame herself until she’d heal of what he put her through, he cared more than that. “Turn around.” He spoke firmly to the wagon-driver. The driver was confused they were barely by the outskirts yet. “We’re going back, turn around.” His voice was louder and more eager this time. Ivan gave a nudge to the driver to turn around without sparring a moment knowing the general’s temper.

—

This time Ivan didn’t even gesture to go with him, knowing his answer already and Alecksandar was fast enough to get out of the wagon rushing up the flight of stair even before Ivan could do so.

Reaching to y/n’s floor felt like an eternity to alecksandar. Finally getting there his head of filled with ways he would apologise. He had knocked several time by then. No reply. He could see the dim lights of a rusted bulb hanging from the damp ceiling were still on, on his way up. Figuring y/n didn’t go back to sleep. “Y/n?” He said softly through the locked door. Y/n didn't reply yet again. “Y/n?” he knocked on the door again.

“Go away” a silent voice almost as of a weeping animal came from the other side of the door.

“Y/n i-it’s me, open the door please.” he responded knowing y/n was right behind the door since when she responded her voice seemed to be close.

Y/n hadn’t moved her position ever since alecksandar left. She was crying, sitting on the floor leaning to the door with her hands hugging her knees. It took her a moment to reply through her sobs. “I—told you to go away!” She said frustrated breaking down into tears again.

“I know-I know—just open up once..please Y/n.”

Y/n stood up this time to open the door. She didn’t want to, but she meant to get over with this facade soon. She brushed the tears off her face only to open the door and see his face again resulting in fresh tears dropping uncontrollably.

He was pleased to see her. Same didn't go for her. Looking at y/n crying made him want to throw her arms around her and keep them there until she stopped. And he did. He stepped forward opening his arms as y/n protested for him to stay back. He hovered his hands around her as she kept making useless attempts of punching his chest to push him away.

“Y/n-y/n-little dove-y/n-shh-“ he cooed her name gripping her hands trying to calm her.

She didn’t look at him, didnt want to look at him. She broke into more tears without saying anything and this time he pulled her in close towards him. Closing his eyes for a moment as it felt nice to be around her again. He felt nice to be around her. Y/n didnt hug him back, couldn’t moreover as his large biceps didn’t let her make her way through his back. She gripped to his kefta by his chest giving up on pushing him away as much as she wanted to she couldn’t. With her cries being muffled as she buried her face in the hug he rubbed his hands through the back trying to calm her. Alecksandar wanted this to last forever. He didn’t even want to think about pulling away from her.

Finally y/n made an attempt to break the hug. She wasn’t sure what to say? Why he had come? Before she’d say anything he gripped her wrists gently taking her to the chair in the corner by the table side. He sat her there without saying a word.

Y/n was confused she looked up at him to find him on his knees close enough that his face was almost by her lap. Alecksandar brushed off the last of her tears. Still in silence.

Y/n sniffled drifting away his hand from her face. “Why are you back?”

“For you.” He said without hesitation.

“I would really like for you to not play any games right now.” Y/n said with a dry huff.

“I’m not playing any games with you.” He took her hands in his and looked into her bloodshot eyes “I’ve been horrible to you-and when I came here I was just the same thinking you’re the one in fault, I was upset the days your were gone—“

“Yeah you looked like it.” She interrupted.

“Ah-“ he chuckled slickly. “I deserved that. But when we were headed back I kept thinking about you, I never wanted things to come to this I truly didn’t. Y/n like you said in your letter, you are the light of my life-only you could say such a thing about the shadow summoner. These last few weeks I’ve been the worst to you and I realise that-I’ve felt that all the days you were gone. Our chamber still has so many of your things yet it feels the emptiest one in the whole palace. I—I feel empty, you’re not in it. I don’t want that not one another day-i dont want to wake up and not see you smile, see you laugh at your own silly jokes, tell me about the book you’re reading without sparing any details-it’s been the seventh hell without you. After everything I’ve done you’ve never once held anything against me. I know what you’ve been through and after all that I put you through that I feel terrible about that-Just come back-I will make it up to you, you have my word I will make it up to you—and I understand if you choose not to but I love you y/n, ever since the day I saw you—I coul—“

Y/n leaned in and placed her lips on top of his. He smiled widely into the kiss shortly before kissing her back raising above his knees to look at her.

“I take that as you’re coming back?” He asked in a calm voice.

“Yes! And about earlier I love you too my love.”

Alecksandar grinned widely before kissing her again.

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AAAAA HII sorry this took me so look I was procrastinating please lmk in the comments if you like it :))))

Note 2.0- Btw I feel like I write too much angst for someone who hasn’t had a heartbreak to relate to Taylor swift’s songs🧍‍♂️

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Could I please request a Robb stark x reader of him gifting his wife a direwolf pup as a present because she’s always wanted one and a lot of fluff. Thanks!

Hey @fangirl-tothemax THIS ASK—oml it’s so cute thank you for requesting I love it!! I hope you like it! Also drink some water <3

Favorite sight

Robb stark x wife!reader

Warnings : None just fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Winterfell always had a continuous hustle going on. The kids, the maids, the servants, the horses and now the wolves. Pups actually they were still quite young to be called wolves, dire wolves to be precise. Y/n adored all of the dire wolves. Likewise for them, they weren’t always familiar with most of the people other than the stark kids but they had a soft corner towards y/n.

Everyone was in awe of her. From youngest of the starks to even kitchen maids nobody had a slightest of problem with y/n.

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Robb was looking for his wife all around the winterfell corridors he seemed quite eager too. Finally he found y/n by the playing grounds alongside Rickon. He couldn’t make out what they were up to until he walked closer. Y/n was on her knees with Rickon alongside weeping over the edge of her dress.

“Everything alright there?” He asked walking towards them in a concerned moreover confused voice.

Y/n looked up at him from below with one of her hand rubbing rickon’s back and the other one caressing his hair gently. “He fell trying to balance himself on the edge of stable fence.” Y/n responded softly diverting her attention back to Rickon who had now started crying more.

“Am I bleeding anywhere?” The poor boy asked between sobs.

“Your hand looks a bit red but we can get maester—“ Rickon’s louder bawling interrupted her sentence halfway.

“You look fine to me.” Robb said annoyed.

Rickon whimpered in response and looked at y/n with teary eyes wanting her to reply for him. “No no it’s alright.” She said cooing him and looked back at Robb “Don’t be so rude he’s hurt.” She continued.

“He’s just throwing a petty tantrum.” Robb protested.

This time Rickon replied. With an even louder shrill cry.

“Robb!” Y/n said with an irritated huff.

“Gods—alright.” Robb walked over to rickon’s side and bent down the same level as y/n. “Get up now let’s have Maester Luwin take a look at you.” He told rickon glaring at him up and down to see if her was injured or was just being moody over a small injury. Rickon was frankly crying more than he was hurt, he wasn’t even hurt that bad in the first place he was throwing a facade out of boredom. Partially y/n knew that too but seeing Rickon cry didn’t fit with her and she had always been loving and pampering to all the children.

“Can you stand up?” She asked rickon in a calm tone. He could.

He shook his head side to side replying no in between sniffles.

Robb very well knew his brother was being dramatic. Even if he wasn’t Robb had been eager to get close with y/n, he had something for her but she had been busy and now his brat of a younger brother was taking up her time he thought. He loved his Rickon honestly but right now Rickon was truly trying to test that.

“Bullshit-you can get up yourself!” Robb exclaimed rolling his eyes.

Rickon winced burying his head into y/n’s dress.

Y/n narrows her eyes at Robb in response.

Robb wanted to get over with this little charade soon so he can have his wife to himself. He gestured towards carrying Rickon in his arms to Maester Luwin and Rickon whimpered loudly even before robb’s hand was by his tiny biceps. “What now?” He asked annoyed.

“I’m hurt-“ Rickon replied.

“I have barely even touched you!” He exclaimed.

“Could you carry me instead?” Rickon asked with soft eyes looking at y/n to which she was obviously not going to refuse to.

“Sure.” She agreed as Robb sighed heavily.

They stood up with Rickon bobbing his hand by y/n’s shoulder as she carried him.

“Could you read me that stag story again?” Rickon pleaded to y/n.

“Have old nan do it for you! I would very much appreciate having a moment alone with my wife.” Robb protested walking alongside y/n.

“But she doesn’t make the voices like you do.” Rickon pouted not leaving his end of the debate.

“It’s alright-“ she replied shrugging her shoulders knowing it would disappoint Robb but refusing to Rickon seemed heart breaking. “I’ll be with you right after Robb it won’t take much.” She said trying to convince him.

Robb huffed in annoyance parting their ways “Be quick, please.” He said.

Y/n wasn’t. Quick. After that she was dragged away by Arya who wanted to reach the top shelves in the kitchens for sweets and later she was stopped by Sansa who wanted to take y/n’s measuring for a dress she wanted to make her. The fact that she had to meet up with Robb almost slipped out of her mind and soon enough it was dinner time. During dinner she did receive the look from Robb and she regretted leaving him cold shouldered when she clearly didn’t mean to. Though she did greet almost everyone after dinner out of politeness. When Robb was almost physically about to carry his wife back to their chambers. She was conversing with Lady Catelyn and unafraid of seeming impolite to his own mother Robb greeted her with a quick “Mother.” nod and a “If you would excuse us..” finally having y/n to himself.

Robb wasn’t sulking about being ignored anymore. He was quite content. He opened their chamber doors leading y/n in first.

“Stay here” he told her strolling to the other side of the room. Y/n tried getting a peek behind him but he was swift.

Robb came back with a silver dire wolf, quite young than his own barely a pup holding onto his arm.

Y/n lit up looking at him and the adorable little wolf in his hand. She moved near him to see it for herself.

“Robb-I—where’d you get it?” She asked in a high pitched voice showing her excitement.

“I found him this morning on my ride with bran.” Robb kneeling down to put on the wolf on the floor.

Y/n knelt down beside him petting the wolf running her fingers through its fur. “I’ve always wanted one-thank you!” She said not taking her eyes off her new pet.

“What do you want to name him?” Robb asked looking at her, so content for a dire wolf it melted his heart watching his wife smile whole heartedly. It was his favorite sight.

“Can we name him sapphire? It’s got the bluest eyes I’ve seen.” Y/n said taking the dire wolf in her lap.

“Sapphire is it then.”

“I love him, really.” Y/n told him unable to stop smiling.

“I’m glad-but i hope it doesn’t make you more preoccupied than you already are.” He said with a sly scoff.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Oh you know-you barely have time for me the whole day goi—“

“That’s not true!” She interrupted him.

“Want me to recall what happened earlier today? I wanted to show you sapphire but you were busy with rickon’s little charade.”

“Little charade? He fell off, Robb.”

“He’s a liar.”

“You’re accusing your brother of age five for a little mischief. Right…” y/n raised a brow at him playfully.

“It’s not about him. You said you’d meet me right away but you didn’t!” Robb said exhaling heavily.

“I-well—it just slipped out of my mind-“ y/n replied defensively.

“You forgot.”

“You’re being childish!” Y/n said trying her best to hold back a laugh.

“You find this funny.” Robb said glaring at her not appreciating her humour.

“I absolutely do not” she replied in between slight wheezes.

“You’re laughing now—very thoughtful.” He said morosely, standing up.

Y/n proceeded to do the same putting the wolf off her lap and stopped him by his wrist “Hey—“ she continued “I married into this family, and you. Sometimes I might be occupied with everyone that I get a bit distant with you-but know this I could never forget about you!” She said standing close to him looking into his eyes.

Robb was feeling foolish for what he felt earlier. What y/n said made him smile ear to ear.

“How could I even? Your stupid jokes and silly bets and that-that pretty smile.” Y/n said with a slight chuckle and tilted his chin slightly with her hands.

Robb pulled her even closer by her waist gently, “Gods aren’t you a literal dream?”

Y/n blushed at his comment, looking down at her feet right before Robb crashed his lips on her. Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders smiling into a the kiss.

After a while when neither of them pulled away the little dire wolf present in the same room wailed in protest nudging y/n’s leg. She moved away to look at it giggling at Robb. “You’re going to have to get used to that!”

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Lmao I don’t have any for robb stark for now lmk if you want to be added :)

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