@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested: “Or the reader is a shy noble girl engaged to oberyn and she can’t stop blushing and stuttering but she grows to care for him?”
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“Or a fluffy one where they take a bath together on their wedding day after the bedding?”
warnings:
{I thought I could combine these two requests into one (slightly changing the both), and fulfill a request that’s been on my dash since the beginning of the blog. Hope you enjoy!}
You weren’t used to the attention you received being at Oberyn’s side. You’d gone from being the unknown daughter of a Dornish lord, to being the sidearm of one of the most notoriously independent men in the Seven Kingdoms, and that turned a lot of heads. Men and women gossiped and tore into you, searching every scrap of your past to find something to discredit you, and conjured what they could not find.
Oberyn had found you, only a month into your engagement, hidden in an empty bedroom, wiping your red eyes after a former fling of his had cornered you and accused you of being a venomous snake who’d stolen the love of her life from her. He comforted you, and removed the woman who’d inflicted such pain, reassuring you that you were to be his wife, and while you wouldn’t be his only lover, you were his priority.
@andtheytoldustotellyouhello requested: “Tyrell!reader who marries oberyn cause him and willas are totally planning on Dany being queen?“
[Thanks for the request! Warning of suggestive teasing, but no actual smut.]
He found himself watching her again. The small lady from the Reach, too wrapped up in her flowers to notice the carnal way he eyed her. His bride to be. His quill had stalled on the page, frozen mid-letter. His gaze narrowed, eyeing the way her hips swayed as she walked. Maybe she did know that he was watching.
@andtheytoldustotellyouhello requested: “Tyrell!reader who marries oberyn cause him and willas are totally planning on Dany being queen?“
[Thanks for the request! Warning of suggestive teasing, but no actual smut.]
He found himself watching her again. The small lady from the Reach, too wrapped up in her flowers to notice the carnal way he eyed her. His bride to be. His quill had stalled on the page, frozen mid-letter. His gaze narrowed, eyeing the way her hips swayed as she walked. Maybe she did know that he was watching.
warnings: brief mention of past smut, and use of alcohol.
[I decided to stick with a modern!au on this one! I also altered the request slightly to add a narrative element, and I hope you enjoy it!]
Loving Oberyn was not an easy task.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Being in love with Oberyn was not an easy task. Falling in love with him was without a doubt the easiest thing she’d ever done.
Particularly, it was difficult being in love with Oberyn when he did not know it.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested “Or the reader is a dancer that over a series of days seduces oberyn with their dancing?”
[Thanks for the request, love! BriefSmut/ general promiscuity warning!]
Her hand trailed along the bundle of sheer fabric. Purple. It must’ve cost them a fortune. Shrugging off the simple slip, she pulled on the costume, smiling at the promiscuity of it all. They wanted her to dance for the nobles, to entertain them. She was a distraction from revenge and politics.
She pulled the veil just over her nose, obscuring all but her eyes. She smiled at her reflection, twirling just enough to catch the light reflecting on her bare skin. She was the very image of temptation.
andtheytoldustotellyouhello 