Description: You and Robb Stark hated one another. Always had, always will. As the oldest daughter of Robert Baratheon, you had been engaged to Robb for as long as you could remember. He however had always thought of you as a southern bratty princess, and you had thought him as a arrogant jerk. You had reached your 18th name day a few months ago, and in a few weeks you'd be travelling to Winterfell to marry him.
Rating: Explicit (Eventually)
Words: 2,245
P.s: Just something I couldn't get out of my head. No use of Y/N. Only description of 'reader given: the fact that she doesn't look like Joff, Myrcella and Tommen (It's hinted she truly is Robert and Cersei's child) Not much though. Like one line. I wrote this in a different style to my usual style, using 2nd person. Hope it's okay. P.s there will be pregnancy in this, the 'reader' wants to have children. Also the ages are completely different in this fic then they are in the show/book.
In the morning, you dressed in a regal light pink dress, it was backless and moved perfectly with you. Your hair was done perfectly, your handmaid had done it so it flowed down your back with a few ringlets at the end. You walk into the dining hall seeing your family and the Starks.Â
As you walked into the feast hall, Robb saw you and didn't take his eyes off you. He watched you walk across the room taking in the way your dress hugged your figure and the way your hair flowed in waves down your back. He felt his heart skip a beat as your legs seemed to go on for miles in that dress.Â
You greeted your father, he smiled widely when he saw you, and insisted you sit with Robb, wanting to see the 'happy couple' together. In that moment you hated your father more than you already did, you tried to not roll your eyes and you took your seat by Robb.Â
Robb smirked when he saw your displeased face when you were told to sit by him. He shifted in his seat and watched as you unhappily took a seat next to him, you avoided his eyes. You noticed as you sat your mother was staring at you, giving you a distasteful look, the two of you never got along, Joff sniggered as he noticed your discomforted, you'd be sure to hit him later for that.Â
Robb shifted in his seat, looking at you more closely as he took in how beautiful you looked this morning, your hair fel in soft waves down your back, and your dressed hugged you wonderfully, emphasizing your elegant regalness.Â
You ate your food quietly, avoiding conversations as you did so. Robb ate his food too, occasionally looking in your direction, his eyes would scan over you body, taking you in as he slowly ate. He was finding it harder and harder to keep his mind off how good you looked right now...And how soft he thought your skin might feel underneath that dress... He shook the thoughts from his mind... You were annoying, not beautiful...Â
Soon you found yourself talking to Sansa, the younger girl was always sweet to talk too, she was over the moon for your wedding, despite being a lot younger than you, your little sister joined in on the conversation, she was miserable about having to miss your wedding, since it would be in Winterfell with the gods the Starks prayed too. Robb watched you, realising this might be the first time he had seen you without that annoyed look on your face...He thought you looked beautiful when you were relaxed and smiling. He took another drink as he continued to watch you, finding himself liking this more relaxed version of you...Â
"Darling!" Your father's voice suddenly boomed through the hall "This morning, I'd like for you and Robb to go for a ride, just the two of you" He grinned happily to you, already close to drunk, you sighed quietly. Alone? With Robb? And he was alright with it? You thought to yourself.Â
Robb sat in a state of surprise, he hadn't expected this, nor did you, from the look on your face.Â
"Of course father" You answer, faking happiness, though the idea of being with your horse made you happy. Robb finished his meal and drank the last of his ale before he got up and held his arm out for you.Â
You huff and take his arm, standing up. His arm felt strong against yours, he had a stupid smirk on his lips. He led you out of the room and outside into the courtyard. You reached the stables and you walked straight to your horse; Parsley. You stroked his mane and rested your head against his.Â
Robb smiled softly at you, he watched as your annoyance seemed to melt away as you relaxed with your horse. You climbed onto your horse with no issues and waited for Robb to mount his.Â
Robb mounted his horse quickly, with another glance in your direction and a slight shake of his head, he rode off, into the direction of the forest clearing behind the castle, signaling you to follow. You followed him, riding your horse faster than his. You finally reached the place you wanted to visit most before leaving to Winterfell, it was a small clearing beyond the forest, there was a small lake and was completely surrounded by trees. It was peaceful.Â
You stopped and climbed off Parsley and brought him to the water. Robb finally caught up and dismounted his horse. He looked over to you seeing happiness on your face and admiring how the light of the sun made your hair glow. He took another look around and spotted a large rock in the middle of the clearing, he took a seat on it and gestured for you to come sit as well.Â
You sat by him, smoothing your dress down as you did. Robb looked over to you, for a while neither of you spoke. He broke the silence after watching you smile up at the sun with your eyes closed for a bit.Â
"You look happier here"
"I feel happier here, away from the castle" You admit quietly. He didn't reply for a moment, instead he just watched you as you looked out at the open forest in front of you. He looked out over the horizon as well, before turning his eyes back to you.Â
"So you don't enjoy feasts and parties?" He asked.Â
"No.." You admit "I guess I don't"
He chuckled, surprised that there was something else he and you had in common for once. "You'd rather be out here, riding your horse and enjoying the open air?"
"Yes, but unfortunately I'll always be the princess" You say quietly. He nodded, understanding what you were saying. He'd often preferred being out here too, but he was the elder son and future Lord of Winterfell. He'd always know that a lot of responsibility would be on his shoulders. He didn't know what to say, so he kept looking out at the open forest and the open air, enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of you.Â
"Suppose I'll have to find somewhere like this in Winterfell" You muse quietly, knowing that soon this would no longer be your happy place, you had heard Winterfell was surrounded by forests and beauty, you'd find a new happy place. He heard your quiet comment and chuckled again, turning to look at you.Â
"The North is different, but it's beautiful, no less. There's plenty of forests like this all around Winterfell and around the Stark land in general. You'll find plenty of places like this princess. Plenty of quiet and open lands for you to ride across" He spoke softly to you, something he had never done.Â
"Let's hope" You say quietly, the sun warming your skin "I hate the cold" You add thinking of how harsh the weather will be in Winterfell. The smirk returned to his face as you said that.Â
"Oh I'm sure I'll find plenty of ways to keep you and your delicate southern body warm in Winterfell"
You roll your eyes at his words, there he was, the boy you hated, you scoff loudly at him.Â
"Nauseating"Â
Robb chuckled again, but it was with an amused tone. He found your attitude towards him amusing for some reason, normally he'd be annoyed, but no longer..Â
"Aww princess, you don't like the thought of me keeping you warm and cosy in the North?" He chimes, laughing slightly. You roll your eyes again and get up from the rock, walking back over to your horse.Â
He followed you, not wanting to leave yet, he walked over and put an arm our, catching your wrist and stopping you from walking away.Â
"Don't touch me, Stark!" You hiss. He laughed as you hissed, the sound of annoyance in your voice again. He didn't let go of your wrist, but he didn't pull you closer either. He kept his hand where it was, but his face remained neutral as he looked down at you.Â
"Why not, princess?"
"Because I don't want your hands on me"
He smirked again at your angry tone, he raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you, trying hard not to laugh again.Â
"If we're going to married, you'll have to get use to my hands on you at some point, you know that, right?" He asks.Â
"Fuck you" You hiss again, pulling your arm away from him, you go back to your horse and mount him, turning to ride home. He laughs loudly at your choice of words. He shakes his head, amused at your behaviour, but he can't shake the thoughts of having his hands all over your body...Â
You rode faster than him, not wanting him close to you. That moment in the clearing you felt like you both connected, but of course he ruined it. He caught up with you in no time, speeding slightly ahead, he steered his horse in front of you, stopping you both.Â
"Let me pass" You yell.Â
Robb smirked at your words, seeing the annoyance over your face did something to him. Perhaps it always affected him, only this time he acknowledged it. He didn't budge, he slowly looked you up and down, his smirk widening.Â
"What do you want?" You huff.Â
"Just wondering what you're running away for...Didn't you have a good time in the forest princess?"Â
"No" You answer, not sounding completely convincing "I didn't"
He smirked again, not believed you. He knew you enjoyed it, he remembered the relaxed and happy look over your face.Â
"That's a lie princess..You were enjoying yourself until I said that thing about keeping you warm and cosy in the North. Why does that bother you so much?" He asks, his head cocking to the side, he knew why.Â
"Because you're a dick"Â
He barks out a laugh at your insult. "Ouch, that hurts princess. Here I was trying to be friendly and you insult me like that"
"You were being a creep, Stark"
He smirked again. That smirk would be the reason you punch him one day, you were sure. Even when you insulted him, Robb found your annoyance and anger cute... And it didn't help that he kept looking at your body in that light pink dress that clung to you so well.Â
"You're going to be my wife...Do you really think I won't be putting my hands on you once we're married, princess?"Â
"I'm trying not to think of it" You answer, rolling your eyes. He laughs at your words and the look on your face as you said them only made him more excited about everything he was going to do to you once you were his wife.Â
"Oh princess, you should be thinking about it. I know I am..."Â
You roll your eyes and start running your horse back to the castle.Â
"Running away again, princess?" He calls. You ignore him and finally arrive back in the stables. He catches up and once you're both off your horses he takes hold of your wrist again, stopping you from walking away from him.Â
"We're not married yet, you don't have permission to touch me!" You snap, pulling at your wrist. He pulls you closer to him by your wrist, still keeping a strong grip on it. He towered over you, looking down at your face, taking in the beautiful look of annoyance on your face.Â
"Oh, I'll be doing plenty of touching once I marry you, princess..."
"Don't make me vomit" You sneer as you pull your wrist away from him. He smiled and let go of you, placing his hand on your hip instead, pulling you against his body.Â
"Aw princess, you're so cute when you're angry"
"Get off me, Stark"
He laughs again, his hand on your hip getting tighter. He leans down, so that his face was closer to yours, your noses bumped lightly. His eyes looked from your own eyes to your lips.Â
"You know, you look really beautiful when you're all flustered and annoyed like this princess"
"Please...stop" You whisper.Â
He moves away from you face and to the side of you face, so he could whisper in your ear.Â
"Stop what, princess?"Â
"Stop touching me... I don't want your hands on me...If someone sees" You whisper, your voice a little shaky. You knew he wouldn't touch you, not really, he wouldn't bring that scandel onto you. But it didn't mean you were any less scared in this moment. He smiled at you, his other hand moving to your hip, holding you possessively against him. He spoke quietly, but his voice still sounded deep and gruff as he was so close to you.Â
"Why not princess? You don't want anyone seeing us like this? How does it feel, huh? Having my hands on you, holding you tight against me like this?"
"Get off me" You say, struggling to move your body.Â
"Don't struggle, princess... I think you like having my hands on you, why else would you get all flustered?"Â
"Because, you piss me off, Stark" You say and you move your hands to his chest, pushing him with all your strength. He took a half-step back as you pushed, taken by surprise. By the time he regained his footing, you had run off.Â
I just found your Vikings series and itâs SO GOOD!! I saw there was only five parts and was wondering if you were still writing for it? No rush of course if you arenât. Itâs just such a good read already and was wondering.
ahhh thank you sm!! there's actually 7 parts now! tho i need to update my masterlist lol but i am still writing it
Sorry I disappeared for so long but mental illness is fun like that! I honestly havent felt great and shut the world out and despite wanting to write really badly between school and work and life it was too overwhemling
so going forward I will be going through my requests but i will start to write more for fun and probably more casually aka not posting as much
however i will finish the viking time traveller series so help me whatever god is real because i already know the ending! (but not who the reader ends up with) get ready for some out of pocket comedy and heart breaking angst with a healthy dose of fluff
Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...soon...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn
Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies
Word count: 1511
Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six
Masterlist Here
Slowly but surely, you were settling into this new Viking lifestyle. That doesnât mean it didnât have its draw backs.
âThere just innards!â Sigurd half yelled as you tried not to puke.
âI donât care its gross!â
âIts food!â
âNot yet it ainât!â you gagged, remembering how he tried to make you disassemble the deer. Youâd went back home a shuddering mess and luckily Bjorn said heâd do it for you. But Sigurd wasnât letting it go, âWhatâs the big deal anyway? itâs done now,â
âBecause you get the princess treatment,â he rolled his eyes as he continued to cut up his onions.
You rolled your eyes and tried your best to focus on the carrots. Then you heard a sniffle, âDude, are you crying?â
âNo!â he spat, âItâs the onions,â
âItâs only because youâre crushing them, here- âyou tried to help him, but he snatched the knife back, âIâm just trying to help,â
Sigurd rolled his eyes, continuing to cut the onions through his tears, âWell youâre helping wrong,â
Thatâs it. you gave it. you dumped the carrots youâd just cut into the stew and stormed away, ignoring his protests.
As you made your way to the market you breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted Ivar and Hvitserk at a stall. They smiled as you approached but you just groaned, âIs he always such a control freak?â They glanced at each other before nodding in unison, âNext time give me a heads up,â
âYou never listen when we do,â Hvitserk teased.
âThatâs cause you give terrible advice,â you hummed sweetly, âYou boys having a shopping spree?â
You had all came to a mutual understanding that you would no longer be explaining every little modern phrase or idiom since you wanted to keep your sanity intact. Now they just guessed and hoped for the best.
âI think?â Hvitserk said, âI need leather to make a new bag and Ivar just likes looking at shiny things,â he said as he nudged his younger brother.
You just smiled, confused by the slight blush on his cheeks and Hvitserkâs sniggers. Clearly you hadnât noticed Ivar checking you out. âMind if I tag along?â
Walking around the markets of Kattegat was both chaotic and oddly relaxing. You probably would be nervous if you werenât flanked by at least two sons of Ragnar at all times. You were stood admiring a jewellery stall while Ivar argued with the stall owner over a price of a carved dagger head. Hvitserk in his true fashion was chatting up the stall ownerâs daughter.
âWhich one do you like?â
âJesus!â you span around, pushing Ubbe back, âdonât sneak up on me,â
The older brother laughed as you let out a sigh and turned back to the stall, âSorry, sorry. You make it too easy though,â he held his hands up in mock defence as he peered over your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes before picking up one of the bracelets. It looked like silver, iron maybe, you werenât a hundred percent sure on what was used these days, but it was beautiful. An open bangle with a Viking cross on its face, Celtic banding going along the sides. âThis is cute though,â
As you looked up you saw Ubbe nodding to the guy before they began to barter, âYou really donât have to- âUbbe didnât even respond as the men continued to haggle. You stood, unable to intersect, until eventually Ubbe handed the man some coins, âYou didnât need to buy it- â
âI wanted to,â he said, taking it gently from your hands and placing it on your wrist. You coughed a little, trying to force the butterflies out your stomach but when Ubbe looked up at you with a little smile you had to look away.
âThank you,â you muttered.
-
Later that evening you were all sat around the fire after polishing off the stew Sigurd had made. âThat was one good deer,â Hvitserk said as he laid back, resting his head in his hands as he faced the sky.
âWouldâve been nicer if I had some help to cook,â Sigurd grumbled.
Eyebrows raised at his comment but despite how petty you wanted to be you decided to ignore him. When Bjorn looked at you, eyebrow raised, you mouthed âtell you laterâ and stood up. âAnyone else want more wine?â
All cups went into the air. You laughed as you grabbed the jug, topping off all the cups. Of course you started with Sigurd, not before asking, âMore wine?â with a sweet smile. To which he grumbled a quiet yes. You rolled your eyes before turning to the rest of the boys.
You were honestly surprised Bjorn actually joined you all for stew. Ragnar had joined you all but skipped out on the post dinner drinks to go annoy Floki about some boat while Aslaug disappeared into her own world.
Not wanting to disturb her you all decided to start a bonfire a short walk away while you all relaxed. âThanks,â Bjorn muttered as you finished filling his cup. He raised an eyebrow when you sat down between him and Hvitserkâs star gazing but didnât protest. âNew bracelet?â
Instinctively your hand went to your wrist, holding the bracelet lightly, âUbbe got me it,â
Ubbe nodded silently while Ivarâs eyes went wide before trying to appear calm, âWhen?â he asked.
âWhen you were threatening to demonstrate all the things you could do with a dagger to the owner of the stall,â you smirked. Ivar rolled his eyes, but it was Hvitserk laugh that caught your attention. âWhat?â
âOh, nothing you sweet summer child,â he teased. As Sigurd snorted at his joke you decided to be mature. So naturally you hit Hvitserk. âHey!â he whined, rubbing where you smacked his shoulder.
âAre all Vikings horn dogs or is it just him?â
âIâd ask what that means,â Ubbe laughed, âbut I can take a guess,â
âHey, I just like a little fun,â Hvitserk protested with a laugh, but you just rolled your eyes.
Before this conversation could get any worse for you, you decided to change it, âSo what Viking training do I get tomorrow?â
âWe have to do training tomorrow,â Ubbe said, before giving his brothers a pointed look, âand no getting out of it this time,â he said only to get waved off. You saw a slight smirk on Bjornâs face as he watched how his younger brothers interacted. It must be quite odd for him, you thought, being so much older yet still only being a brother.
âI guess I have been a bit of a distraction,â you laughed before laying down next to Hvitserk to look at the stars.
You didnât need to look up to know Sigurd was nodding his head. âA welcome one though,â Hvitserk teased, his head rolling over to smirk at you. You just hummed at him, before turning your attention back to the stars.
âI suppose I shall entertain myself,â you sighed and before anyone could protest you decided to add, âand if anyone ruins my long lay in, I shall use the skills you all taught me to stab you,â
âYou become more like us every day,â Ubbe laughed. The chatter continued but you found your attention being lost more and more as you gazed into the sky.
You couldnât help but let your mind wander. Did your family miss you? Were they looking for you right now? How much time had even past back home? Itâs only been a week here, yet it felt like a lifetime. Did they even know you were gone?
âYou, okay?â Hvitserkâs hushed voice snapped you out of it though not loud enough to distract the others from their conversations.
You turned your head to him and thatâs when you felt the wetness on the side of your face. Quickly you whipped the tears away, âYeah sorry. Was just thinking,â
âItâs alright,â he said, a soft smile on his face, âWhat about?â
You debated saying nothing, but his sweet smile made you, âHome,â
âIâm sorry,â
âItâs not your fault,â you said, turning your head back to the sky.
âCan I admit something rather selfish?â he asked and when you glance over you also noticed his eyes were back on the stars.
âAlways,â
Finally, he met your eyes again, âIâm glad youâre here. Even if it meansâŠyou know,â
You smiled lightly, âIâm glad to be here, in a weird, twisted way. I just hope someday I get to go back. I miss it,â
âWhat was it like?â he asked.
Your eyes went back to the stars as you began to retell your tales. Stories you once thought were insignificant meant so much. Hvitserk listened to it all. After what felt like an hour of talking you finally let him get a word in edge wise, not that he was complaining, âI hope I get to come with you, even for a little while. You can show me your world,â
âId like that,â you smiled before you both just lingered in the comfortable silence.
Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...soon...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn
Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies
Word count: 1511
Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six
Masterlist Here
Slowly but surely, you were settling into this new Viking lifestyle. That doesnât mean it didnât have its draw backs.
âThere just innards!â Sigurd half yelled as you tried not to puke.
âI donât care its gross!â
âIts food!â
âNot yet it ainât!â you gagged, remembering how he tried to make you disassemble the deer. Youâd went back home a shuddering mess and luckily Bjorn said heâd do it for you. But Sigurd wasnât letting it go, âWhatâs the big deal anyway? itâs done now,â
âBecause you get the princess treatment,â he rolled his eyes as he continued to cut up his onions.
You rolled your eyes and tried your best to focus on the carrots. Then you heard a sniffle, âDude, are you crying?â
âNo!â he spat, âItâs the onions,â
âItâs only because youâre crushing them, here- âyou tried to help him, but he snatched the knife back, âIâm just trying to help,â
Sigurd rolled his eyes, continuing to cut the onions through his tears, âWell youâre helping wrong,â
Thatâs it. you gave it. you dumped the carrots youâd just cut into the stew and stormed away, ignoring his protests.
As you made your way to the market you breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted Ivar and Hvitserk at a stall. They smiled as you approached but you just groaned, âIs he always such a control freak?â They glanced at each other before nodding in unison, âNext time give me a heads up,â
âYou never listen when we do,â Hvitserk teased.
âThatâs cause you give terrible advice,â you hummed sweetly, âYou boys having a shopping spree?â
You had all came to a mutual understanding that you would no longer be explaining every little modern phrase or idiom since you wanted to keep your sanity intact. Now they just guessed and hoped for the best.
âI think?â Hvitserk said, âI need leather to make a new bag and Ivar just likes looking at shiny things,â he said as he nudged his younger brother.
You just smiled, confused by the slight blush on his cheeks and Hvitserkâs sniggers. Clearly you hadnât noticed Ivar checking you out. âMind if I tag along?â
Walking around the markets of Kattegat was both chaotic and oddly relaxing. You probably would be nervous if you werenât flanked by at least two sons of Ragnar at all times. You were stood admiring a jewellery stall while Ivar argued with the stall owner over a price of a carved dagger head. Hvitserk in his true fashion was chatting up the stall ownerâs daughter.
âWhich one do you like?â
âJesus!â you span around, pushing Ubbe back, âdonât sneak up on me,â
The older brother laughed as you let out a sigh and turned back to the stall, âSorry, sorry. You make it too easy though,â he held his hands up in mock defence as he peered over your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes before picking up one of the bracelets. It looked like silver, iron maybe, you werenât a hundred percent sure on what was used these days, but it was beautiful. An open bangle with a Viking cross on its face, Celtic banding going along the sides. âThis is cute though,â
As you looked up you saw Ubbe nodding to the guy before they began to barter, âYou really donât have to- âUbbe didnât even respond as the men continued to haggle. You stood, unable to intersect, until eventually Ubbe handed the man some coins, âYou didnât need to buy it- â
âI wanted to,â he said, taking it gently from your hands and placing it on your wrist. You coughed a little, trying to force the butterflies out your stomach but when Ubbe looked up at you with a little smile you had to look away.
âThank you,â you muttered.
-
Later that evening you were all sat around the fire after polishing off the stew Sigurd had made. âThat was one good deer,â Hvitserk said as he laid back, resting his head in his hands as he faced the sky.
âWouldâve been nicer if I had some help to cook,â Sigurd grumbled.
Eyebrows raised at his comment but despite how petty you wanted to be you decided to ignore him. When Bjorn looked at you, eyebrow raised, you mouthed âtell you laterâ and stood up. âAnyone else want more wine?â
All cups went into the air. You laughed as you grabbed the jug, topping off all the cups. Of course you started with Sigurd, not before asking, âMore wine?â with a sweet smile. To which he grumbled a quiet yes. You rolled your eyes before turning to the rest of the boys.
You were honestly surprised Bjorn actually joined you all for stew. Ragnar had joined you all but skipped out on the post dinner drinks to go annoy Floki about some boat while Aslaug disappeared into her own world.
Not wanting to disturb her you all decided to start a bonfire a short walk away while you all relaxed. âThanks,â Bjorn muttered as you finished filling his cup. He raised an eyebrow when you sat down between him and Hvitserkâs star gazing but didnât protest. âNew bracelet?â
Instinctively your hand went to your wrist, holding the bracelet lightly, âUbbe got me it,â
Ubbe nodded silently while Ivarâs eyes went wide before trying to appear calm, âWhen?â he asked.
âWhen you were threatening to demonstrate all the things you could do with a dagger to the owner of the stall,â you smirked. Ivar rolled his eyes, but it was Hvitserk laugh that caught your attention. âWhat?â
âOh, nothing you sweet summer child,â he teased. As Sigurd snorted at his joke you decided to be mature. So naturally you hit Hvitserk. âHey!â he whined, rubbing where you smacked his shoulder.
âAre all Vikings horn dogs or is it just him?â
âIâd ask what that means,â Ubbe laughed, âbut I can take a guess,â
âHey, I just like a little fun,â Hvitserk protested with a laugh, but you just rolled your eyes.
Before this conversation could get any worse for you, you decided to change it, âSo what Viking training do I get tomorrow?â
âWe have to do training tomorrow,â Ubbe said, before giving his brothers a pointed look, âand no getting out of it this time,â he said only to get waved off. You saw a slight smirk on Bjornâs face as he watched how his younger brothers interacted. It must be quite odd for him, you thought, being so much older yet still only being a brother.
âI guess I have been a bit of a distraction,â you laughed before laying down next to Hvitserk to look at the stars.
You didnât need to look up to know Sigurd was nodding his head. âA welcome one though,â Hvitserk teased, his head rolling over to smirk at you. You just hummed at him, before turning your attention back to the stars.
âI suppose I shall entertain myself,â you sighed and before anyone could protest you decided to add, âand if anyone ruins my long lay in, I shall use the skills you all taught me to stab you,â
âYou become more like us every day,â Ubbe laughed. The chatter continued but you found your attention being lost more and more as you gazed into the sky.
You couldnât help but let your mind wander. Did your family miss you? Were they looking for you right now? How much time had even past back home? Itâs only been a week here, yet it felt like a lifetime. Did they even know you were gone?
âYou, okay?â Hvitserkâs hushed voice snapped you out of it though not loud enough to distract the others from their conversations.
You turned your head to him and thatâs when you felt the wetness on the side of your face. Quickly you whipped the tears away, âYeah sorry. Was just thinking,â
âItâs alright,â he said, a soft smile on his face, âWhat about?â
You debated saying nothing, but his sweet smile made you, âHome,â
âIâm sorry,â
âItâs not your fault,â you said, turning your head back to the sky.
âCan I admit something rather selfish?â he asked and when you glance over you also noticed his eyes were back on the stars.
âAlways,â
Finally, he met your eyes again, âIâm glad youâre here. Even if it meansâŠyou know,â
You smiled lightly, âIâm glad to be here, in a weird, twisted way. I just hope someday I get to go back. I miss it,â
âWhat was it like?â he asked.
Your eyes went back to the stars as you began to retell your tales. Stories you once thought were insignificant meant so much. Hvitserk listened to it all. After what felt like an hour of talking you finally let him get a word in edge wise, not that he was complaining, âI hope I get to come with you, even for a little while. You can show me your world,â
âId like that,â you smiled before you both just lingered in the comfortable silence.
Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...soon...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn
Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies
Word count: 1511
Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six
Masterlist Here
Slowly but surely, you were settling into this new Viking lifestyle. That doesnât mean it didnât have its draw backs.
âThere just innards!â Sigurd half yelled as you tried not to puke.
âI donât care its gross!â
âIts food!â
âNot yet it ainât!â you gagged, remembering how he tried to make you disassemble the deer. Youâd went back home a shuddering mess and luckily Bjorn said heâd do it for you. But Sigurd wasnât letting it go, âWhatâs the big deal anyway? itâs done now,â
âBecause you get the princess treatment,â he rolled his eyes as he continued to cut up his onions.
You rolled your eyes and tried your best to focus on the carrots. Then you heard a sniffle, âDude, are you crying?â
âNo!â he spat, âItâs the onions,â
âItâs only because youâre crushing them, here- âyou tried to help him, but he snatched the knife back, âIâm just trying to help,â
Sigurd rolled his eyes, continuing to cut the onions through his tears, âWell youâre helping wrong,â
Thatâs it. you gave it. you dumped the carrots youâd just cut into the stew and stormed away, ignoring his protests.
As you made your way to the market you breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted Ivar and Hvitserk at a stall. They smiled as you approached but you just groaned, âIs he always such a control freak?â They glanced at each other before nodding in unison, âNext time give me a heads up,â
âYou never listen when we do,â Hvitserk teased.
âThatâs cause you give terrible advice,â you hummed sweetly, âYou boys having a shopping spree?â
You had all came to a mutual understanding that you would no longer be explaining every little modern phrase or idiom since you wanted to keep your sanity intact. Now they just guessed and hoped for the best.
âI think?â Hvitserk said, âI need leather to make a new bag and Ivar just likes looking at shiny things,â he said as he nudged his younger brother.
You just smiled, confused by the slight blush on his cheeks and Hvitserkâs sniggers. Clearly you hadnât noticed Ivar checking you out. âMind if I tag along?â
Walking around the markets of Kattegat was both chaotic and oddly relaxing. You probably would be nervous if you werenât flanked by at least two sons of Ragnar at all times. You were stood admiring a jewellery stall while Ivar argued with the stall owner over a price of a carved dagger head. Hvitserk in his true fashion was chatting up the stall ownerâs daughter.
âWhich one do you like?â
âJesus!â you span around, pushing Ubbe back, âdonât sneak up on me,â
The older brother laughed as you let out a sigh and turned back to the stall, âSorry, sorry. You make it too easy though,â he held his hands up in mock defence as he peered over your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes before picking up one of the bracelets. It looked like silver, iron maybe, you werenât a hundred percent sure on what was used these days, but it was beautiful. An open bangle with a Viking cross on its face, Celtic banding going along the sides. âThis is cute though,â
As you looked up you saw Ubbe nodding to the guy before they began to barter, âYou really donât have to- âUbbe didnât even respond as the men continued to haggle. You stood, unable to intersect, until eventually Ubbe handed the man some coins, âYou didnât need to buy it- â
âI wanted to,â he said, taking it gently from your hands and placing it on your wrist. You coughed a little, trying to force the butterflies out your stomach but when Ubbe looked up at you with a little smile you had to look away.
âThank you,â you muttered.
-
Later that evening you were all sat around the fire after polishing off the stew Sigurd had made. âThat was one good deer,â Hvitserk said as he laid back, resting his head in his hands as he faced the sky.
âWouldâve been nicer if I had some help to cook,â Sigurd grumbled.
Eyebrows raised at his comment but despite how petty you wanted to be you decided to ignore him. When Bjorn looked at you, eyebrow raised, you mouthed âtell you laterâ and stood up. âAnyone else want more wine?â
All cups went into the air. You laughed as you grabbed the jug, topping off all the cups. Of course you started with Sigurd, not before asking, âMore wine?â with a sweet smile. To which he grumbled a quiet yes. You rolled your eyes before turning to the rest of the boys.
You were honestly surprised Bjorn actually joined you all for stew. Ragnar had joined you all but skipped out on the post dinner drinks to go annoy Floki about some boat while Aslaug disappeared into her own world.
Not wanting to disturb her you all decided to start a bonfire a short walk away while you all relaxed. âThanks,â Bjorn muttered as you finished filling his cup. He raised an eyebrow when you sat down between him and Hvitserkâs star gazing but didnât protest. âNew bracelet?â
Instinctively your hand went to your wrist, holding the bracelet lightly, âUbbe got me it,â
Ubbe nodded silently while Ivarâs eyes went wide before trying to appear calm, âWhen?â he asked.
âWhen you were threatening to demonstrate all the things you could do with a dagger to the owner of the stall,â you smirked. Ivar rolled his eyes, but it was Hvitserk laugh that caught your attention. âWhat?â
âOh, nothing you sweet summer child,â he teased. As Sigurd snorted at his joke you decided to be mature. So naturally you hit Hvitserk. âHey!â he whined, rubbing where you smacked his shoulder.
âAre all Vikings horn dogs or is it just him?â
âIâd ask what that means,â Ubbe laughed, âbut I can take a guess,â
âHey, I just like a little fun,â Hvitserk protested with a laugh, but you just rolled your eyes.
Before this conversation could get any worse for you, you decided to change it, âSo what Viking training do I get tomorrow?â
âWe have to do training tomorrow,â Ubbe said, before giving his brothers a pointed look, âand no getting out of it this time,â he said only to get waved off. You saw a slight smirk on Bjornâs face as he watched how his younger brothers interacted. It must be quite odd for him, you thought, being so much older yet still only being a brother.
âI guess I have been a bit of a distraction,â you laughed before laying down next to Hvitserk to look at the stars.
You didnât need to look up to know Sigurd was nodding his head. âA welcome one though,â Hvitserk teased, his head rolling over to smirk at you. You just hummed at him, before turning your attention back to the stars.
âI suppose I shall entertain myself,â you sighed and before anyone could protest you decided to add, âand if anyone ruins my long lay in, I shall use the skills you all taught me to stab you,â
âYou become more like us every day,â Ubbe laughed. The chatter continued but you found your attention being lost more and more as you gazed into the sky.
You couldnât help but let your mind wander. Did your family miss you? Were they looking for you right now? How much time had even past back home? Itâs only been a week here, yet it felt like a lifetime. Did they even know you were gone?
âYou, okay?â Hvitserkâs hushed voice snapped you out of it though not loud enough to distract the others from their conversations.
You turned your head to him and thatâs when you felt the wetness on the side of your face. Quickly you whipped the tears away, âYeah sorry. Was just thinking,â
âItâs alright,â he said, a soft smile on his face, âWhat about?â
You debated saying nothing, but his sweet smile made you, âHome,â
âIâm sorry,â
âItâs not your fault,â you said, turning your head back to the sky.
âCan I admit something rather selfish?â he asked and when you glance over you also noticed his eyes were back on the stars.
âAlways,â
Finally, he met your eyes again, âIâm glad youâre here. Even if it meansâŠyou know,â
You smiled lightly, âIâm glad to be here, in a weird, twisted way. I just hope someday I get to go back. I miss it,â
âWhat was it like?â he asked.
Your eyes went back to the stars as you began to retell your tales. Stories you once thought were insignificant meant so much. Hvitserk listened to it all. After what felt like an hour of talking you finally let him get a word in edge wise, not that he was complaining, âI hope I get to come with you, even for a little while. You can show me your world,â
âId like that,â you smiled before you both just lingered in the comfortable silence.
Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...soon...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn
Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies
Word count: 1511
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Slowly but surely, you were settling into this new Viking lifestyle. That doesnât mean it didnât have its draw backs.
âThere just innards!â Sigurd half yelled as you tried not to puke.
âI donât care its gross!â
âIts food!â
âNot yet it ainât!â you gagged, remembering how he tried to make you disassemble the deer. Youâd went back home a shuddering mess and luckily Bjorn said heâd do it for you. But Sigurd wasnât letting it go, âWhatâs the big deal anyway? itâs done now,â
âBecause you get the princess treatment,â he rolled his eyes as he continued to cut up his onions.
You rolled your eyes and tried your best to focus on the carrots. Then you heard a sniffle, âDude, are you crying?â
âNo!â he spat, âItâs the onions,â
âItâs only because youâre crushing them, here- âyou tried to help him, but he snatched the knife back, âIâm just trying to help,â
Sigurd rolled his eyes, continuing to cut the onions through his tears, âWell youâre helping wrong,â
Thatâs it. you gave it. you dumped the carrots youâd just cut into the stew and stormed away, ignoring his protests.
As you made your way to the market you breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted Ivar and Hvitserk at a stall. They smiled as you approached but you just groaned, âIs he always such a control freak?â They glanced at each other before nodding in unison, âNext time give me a heads up,â
âYou never listen when we do,â Hvitserk teased.
âThatâs cause you give terrible advice,â you hummed sweetly, âYou boys having a shopping spree?â
You had all came to a mutual understanding that you would no longer be explaining every little modern phrase or idiom since you wanted to keep your sanity intact. Now they just guessed and hoped for the best.
âI think?â Hvitserk said, âI need leather to make a new bag and Ivar just likes looking at shiny things,â he said as he nudged his younger brother.
You just smiled, confused by the slight blush on his cheeks and Hvitserkâs sniggers. Clearly you hadnât noticed Ivar checking you out. âMind if I tag along?â
Walking around the markets of Kattegat was both chaotic and oddly relaxing. You probably would be nervous if you werenât flanked by at least two sons of Ragnar at all times. You were stood admiring a jewellery stall while Ivar argued with the stall owner over a price of a carved dagger head. Hvitserk in his true fashion was chatting up the stall ownerâs daughter.
âWhich one do you like?â
âJesus!â you span around, pushing Ubbe back, âdonât sneak up on me,â
The older brother laughed as you let out a sigh and turned back to the stall, âSorry, sorry. You make it too easy though,â he held his hands up in mock defence as he peered over your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes before picking up one of the bracelets. It looked like silver, iron maybe, you werenât a hundred percent sure on what was used these days, but it was beautiful. An open bangle with a Viking cross on its face, Celtic banding going along the sides. âThis is cute though,â
As you looked up you saw Ubbe nodding to the guy before they began to barter, âYou really donât have to- âUbbe didnât even respond as the men continued to haggle. You stood, unable to intersect, until eventually Ubbe handed the man some coins, âYou didnât need to buy it- â
âI wanted to,â he said, taking it gently from your hands and placing it on your wrist. You coughed a little, trying to force the butterflies out your stomach but when Ubbe looked up at you with a little smile you had to look away.
âThank you,â you muttered.
-
Later that evening you were all sat around the fire after polishing off the stew Sigurd had made. âThat was one good deer,â Hvitserk said as he laid back, resting his head in his hands as he faced the sky.
âWouldâve been nicer if I had some help to cook,â Sigurd grumbled.
Eyebrows raised at his comment but despite how petty you wanted to be you decided to ignore him. When Bjorn looked at you, eyebrow raised, you mouthed âtell you laterâ and stood up. âAnyone else want more wine?â
All cups went into the air. You laughed as you grabbed the jug, topping off all the cups. Of course you started with Sigurd, not before asking, âMore wine?â with a sweet smile. To which he grumbled a quiet yes. You rolled your eyes before turning to the rest of the boys.
You were honestly surprised Bjorn actually joined you all for stew. Ragnar had joined you all but skipped out on the post dinner drinks to go annoy Floki about some boat while Aslaug disappeared into her own world.
Not wanting to disturb her you all decided to start a bonfire a short walk away while you all relaxed. âThanks,â Bjorn muttered as you finished filling his cup. He raised an eyebrow when you sat down between him and Hvitserkâs star gazing but didnât protest. âNew bracelet?â
Instinctively your hand went to your wrist, holding the bracelet lightly, âUbbe got me it,â
Ubbe nodded silently while Ivarâs eyes went wide before trying to appear calm, âWhen?â he asked.
âWhen you were threatening to demonstrate all the things you could do with a dagger to the owner of the stall,â you smirked. Ivar rolled his eyes, but it was Hvitserk laugh that caught your attention. âWhat?â
âOh, nothing you sweet summer child,â he teased. As Sigurd snorted at his joke you decided to be mature. So naturally you hit Hvitserk. âHey!â he whined, rubbing where you smacked his shoulder.
âAre all Vikings horn dogs or is it just him?â
âIâd ask what that means,â Ubbe laughed, âbut I can take a guess,â
âHey, I just like a little fun,â Hvitserk protested with a laugh, but you just rolled your eyes.
Before this conversation could get any worse for you, you decided to change it, âSo what Viking training do I get tomorrow?â
âWe have to do training tomorrow,â Ubbe said, before giving his brothers a pointed look, âand no getting out of it this time,â he said only to get waved off. You saw a slight smirk on Bjornâs face as he watched how his younger brothers interacted. It must be quite odd for him, you thought, being so much older yet still only being a brother.
âI guess I have been a bit of a distraction,â you laughed before laying down next to Hvitserk to look at the stars.
You didnât need to look up to know Sigurd was nodding his head. âA welcome one though,â Hvitserk teased, his head rolling over to smirk at you. You just hummed at him, before turning your attention back to the stars.
âI suppose I shall entertain myself,â you sighed and before anyone could protest you decided to add, âand if anyone ruins my long lay in, I shall use the skills you all taught me to stab you,â
âYou become more like us every day,â Ubbe laughed. The chatter continued but you found your attention being lost more and more as you gazed into the sky.
You couldnât help but let your mind wander. Did your family miss you? Were they looking for you right now? How much time had even past back home? Itâs only been a week here, yet it felt like a lifetime. Did they even know you were gone?
âYou, okay?â Hvitserkâs hushed voice snapped you out of it though not loud enough to distract the others from their conversations.
You turned your head to him and thatâs when you felt the wetness on the side of your face. Quickly you whipped the tears away, âYeah sorry. Was just thinking,â
âItâs alright,â he said, a soft smile on his face, âWhat about?â
You debated saying nothing, but his sweet smile made you, âHome,â
âIâm sorry,â
âItâs not your fault,â you said, turning your head back to the sky.
âCan I admit something rather selfish?â he asked and when you glance over you also noticed his eyes were back on the stars.
âAlways,â
Finally, he met your eyes again, âIâm glad youâre here. Even if it meansâŠyou know,â
You smiled lightly, âIâm glad to be here, in a weird, twisted way. I just hope someday I get to go back. I miss it,â
âWhat was it like?â he asked.
Your eyes went back to the stars as you began to retell your tales. Stories you once thought were insignificant meant so much. Hvitserk listened to it all. After what felt like an hour of talking you finally let him get a word in edge wise, not that he was complaining, âI hope I get to come with you, even for a little while. You can show me your world,â
âId like that,â you smiled before you both just lingered in the comfortable silence.
Hey can I request a Aegon x Hightower!aunt reader?
where she's got this holier-than-thou attitude but secretly enjoys seeing Aegon lusts over her (even doing stuff on purpose to fuel his desire). And ultimately she humiliates him in some pleasurable way.
Aegon Targaryen*Pray For Me
Pairing: sub!aegon x f!reader
Word count: 1694
Warnings: a lot of blasphemy, religion, face riding, p in v sex, teasing, m!recieving oral, f!recieving oral, orgasm denial (male), sub aegon, dom reader, good boy, smut 18+
Masterlist here
Your sister was at her wits end, and you couldnât blame her when you visited court for the first time. Your father was very determined to keep his youngest daughter away from the antics of court but when Alicent requested your presence as the Queen, he decided it was best not to argue.
âImpropriety is a sin, you know,â your voice was quiet, but it shut the whole table up when you spoke.
It was your first family dinner with the queen and her children. Aegon had arrived already tipsy and was being exceptionally loud. âYou think me immoral? For having some fun?â he asked, drunkenly smiling as he leant forward.
Alicent let out a sigh and opened her mouth to speak but you spoke before she could, âI think punishment will find those who deserve it,â
âWhatcha gonna do?â he slurred, putting his elbows on the table which you glared at, âSpank me?â he teased.
You smiled sweetly at him and just as he went to sit back in you gave the table a quick jerk causing the wine, he reached for to spill across the table. The red liquid instantly covered his frame, âYou bitch!â he jumped up as he tried to shake the wine of his tunic, âThis is new!â his whines were almost drowned out by Heleanaâs giggles and Alicentâs attempt to hide her laugh.
âIf you squandered your money less this wouldnât be a problem,â you said but it fell on deaf ears as he went to storm out the room.
-
You werenât shocked when the guards informed your sister Aegon had taken to the silk streets after dinner. He was shocked to find you leaving his room as he got back, âYouâre waiting for me?â he smirked when he saw you, âNeed me that badly?â
âYouâre driving your mother mad,â you sighed, crossing your arms.
Aegon ignored you, his gaze instead lower to how your breasts threatened to spill from your dress, only exaggerated by your crossed arms. You glowered at him as you lowered them, âIf youâre worried, pray for me,â he said as he stumbled to his chamber door.
You rolled your eyes as you walked away. However, you still vaguely heard his cries of âwhat the fuckâ when he discovered youâd taken all the wine from his chambers.
-
Each day went the same. Aegon did something that would make a septa blush, you reprimanded him, he hit on you, you made him regret it. âAs if youâre perfect,â heâd scoff at you when no one else could hear, âBet youâre up to all sorts when no oneâs looking,â You internally smirked but would just remind him of the sins of the flesh eating away at his soul. He didnât need to know the truth. Not yet.
Slowly he was beginning to learn, beginning to behave better, but no amount of your scolds would stop his eyes from wandering your frame. Hell, the one time he came to the sept Alicent nearly leapt for joy. You didnât want to break it to her heâd knelt beside you and kept looking down your dress when he thought you couldnât see.
You also werenât willing to admit youâd enjoyed it.
One-night Aegon came to your chambers. He was drunk and begging for your touch, so you sent him away. Your blood went Firey hot however when Aemond later confessed to seeing Aegon in a brothel with a woman who may as well be your twin.
Maybe it was time to punish him on his level.
-
You wanted him to be sober for this. You wanted him to remember his mistakes. So, you waited in his chambers while he was out to morning sword practise. He opened the door with a heavy sigh and let out an even heavier. âWhat did I do now?â he groaned as he made his way to his wine.
âLeave it,â you said, your voice calm, âAnd sit down,â
âIâm really not in the mood for a lecture,â he huffed as he grabbed a chalice.
You tutted as you crossed the room, grabbing his wrist gently. Aegon span around, ready to argue, but you stepped forward. Your lips ghosted over his and his breath got stuck in his throat, âDonât make me ask again,â you said slowly before sleeping back, pointing at the bed.
He nodded softly before slowly making his way to sit on the edge of his bed. His eyes stayed glued to you as he took his place. You followed him slowly, standing between his legs as he gazed up at you, âBetter. Itâs good when you listen,â
âWhat are you gonna do?â he mumbled as his hands went to reach for your hips.
You grabbed his wrists softly before he could, âIâm going to give you what you deserve,â you smiled, pushing his hands back to step away.
Before Aegon could protest your hands found the ties of your dress. He swallowed thickly as you unlaced them, allowing the heavy fabric to pool to the floor. Left standing in your thin shift you felt a rush of energy go through you as his eyes drank you in.
âGods, youâre beautiful,â he mumbled.
âBlasphemous,â
âI donât care,â he was too distracted by your figure to notice your smirk.
You stepped closer, lifting his chin with your finger. You smirked as his cheeks tinged pink. Your hand stroked gently over his cheek. A quick glance down and you could see he was ready. âGet rid of those,â you instructed and instantly he obeyed, âAnd lay down,â
Without moments Aegon was laying naked, on his bed, an excited look on his face. You moved to straddle his lap, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He tried to follow them when you pulled away, but you kept a hand on his chest.
âPatience,â you chastised, âGood things come to those who wait,â
âI donât think I can wait,â he mumbled.
You ignored him as you leaned down to kiss his cheek, then along his jaw. Just as you began to kiss his neck you lowered your hips, pressing your clothed core against him. He moaned softly as you began to grind against him.
You felt his hands on your hips and pushed them away, âNot yet,â you said, pinning them softly down onto the bed.
âSorry,â he moaned, gasping when you pressed harder.
After all good behaviour got rewarded. You released one wrist, taking him into your hand. He moaned softly; eyes fluttery shut as you worked your magic. You enjoyed the little sounds heâd make as your kisses moved lower.
Eventually you released your grip on his other wrist as you kissed softly down his chest. However, when you felt his hand move to your hair, you let him go. âWhat?â he whined as you moved back up his frame.
âYou havenât earned it yet,â you smiled softly, running a hand over his soft locks.
âWhat do you want?â he asked, his eyes desperately searching yours as his body craved release.
You let your fingers trail down his face till they graced his lips, âI think you know,â you said, and his eyes turned hungry.
Slowly you moved further up till you hovered over his face, âCan I touch you?â he asked, his cool breath fanning over you making chills run down your spine.
âYes,â you said as you gently lowered yourself down. You couldnât help but gasp when his tongue began rubbing over your clit. His hands found your thighs, pulling you further down as you grabbed onto his headboard.
Curses fell from your lips as his tongue worked wonders on your bundle of nerves. He moved his head, his tongue now curling inside you as his nose nuzzled your clit. Your hips began to buck, grinding against his face. He let out a low groan, vibrations shooting up your spine.
âGood boy,â the small whisper seemed to egg him on as his movements grew faster. His moans grew louder. It was becoming impossible to hold on as a knot tightened in your belly.
your nails dug into the wood of the headboard as you let out a loud gasp when your peak crashed over you. You kept riding his face till you milked every drop of the pleasure.
Slowly, once you could move your legs again, you moved down his frame again. âYouâre amazing,â he said, face wet as his eyes gazed at you with stary like wonder.
âI think youâve earned a reward,â
Fire sparked in his eyes. He watched with bated breath as you positioned yourself over him. You lined him up, rubbing him against your slit and watching his eyes flutter shut. âFuck,â he groaned as you slowly sank down.
Your hips moved slow at first, riding him at a tortuous pace. He went to grab your hips but stopped himself. He looked up at you, silently asking permission. You gave a curt nod, a simple smile, and suddenly his fingers dug deep into your hips. âyou feel so good,â he mumbled in bliss.
You felt him start to twitch and just as quickly as you brought him to the brink, you pulled away. âWhat-?â his eyes shot open, searching the room as if someone had caught you, only to discover youâd stopped for seemingly no reason, âWhy-?â
âDo you really think youâve earned that yet?â you chastised, âAfter all your stunts?â your hand brushed against his cheek as his eyes went wide. You smirked gently, âOh sweet one, I want to enjoy this,â
You moved down his body till you were between his legs. Your hands reached for the edge of your shift and Aegon watched with bated breath as you pulled it off. âYou better not forget what happens to boys who donât behave,â
You took him in your hand again, leaning down to place a soft kiss to his tip. Aegon hissed at the feeling. He groaned loudly as you began to kiss down the shaft, âDonât worry,â you told him, âIâll let you finish,â you licked up the side making him moan, his eyes shutting involuntarily, âeventually,â
Can i request modern!au Aegon X reader os, with a lot of fluff?
Battery Acid and $20 caffeine*Aegon
Pairing: modern!aegon x barista!reader
Word count: 900
Warnings: pure fluff, shy aegon
Masterlist here
Aegon didnât even like coffee, yet he easily spent $30 on it a week. It all started when he kept yawning through an econ lecture and Erik all but dragged him to their campusâs coffee shack. Heâd stayed up all night on a paper and his eyes barely stayed open on their walk over.
They snapped open though when a pretty smile greeted him. âWhat can I get you?â you smiled sweetly.
He tried to recover from his daze as his eyes glanced at the sign behind you. All the words looked jumbled up. Damn maybe he should sleep more. âWhatever you recommend,â
âYou like sweet stuff?â you asked as you grabbed a cup and pen. Aegon nodded, scared the next thing he said in his sleep deprived state would ruin any chance he had, âName?â
Fuck now he had to speak, âUm Aegon?â why did it sound like a question? He could hear Erik snickering behind him.
âAlrighty,â you just grinned as you wrote something down on the cup and passing it to your colleague, âThatâll be $7.24,â For coffee?? His eyes almost popped out his head, but he just awkwardly smiled as he paid. This better be one damn good cup of coffee which would be hard since he hated the stuff.
-
He did his best to force the Carmel sweetness down without making a face as he sat across from Erik. âWhy not just ask her out?â heâd asked him, but Aegon gave every excuse under the sun, âWhy do you think your cup got a heart and not mine?â
Oh god he was right. Maybe you wouldnât laugh in his face if he went up and asked. âFuck it,â he whispered before standing up, ignoring Erikâs attempts to hype him up as he walked to the counter.
Then it happened. Your shift ended. Your apron came off and you said bye to someone before walking out from behind the counter. You smiled at Aegon when you past him, but his mouth dried up and the only thing he could do was grab a sugar packet from the counter and trudge back to his seat.
-
The next day when he bumped into Helena after class and she told him she was going for a coffee he instantly invited himself, âYou donât even like coffee?â
âMaybe I wanna spend time with my lil sis?â Heleana just looked at him sceptically.
Unfortunately for him you werenât there and the coffee he got still tasted like cardboard. âHow can you drink this stuff?â he grimaced.
âWhy did you order it?â she rolled her eyes before waving to someone behind him.
Aegon glanced over his shoulder and turned back with amber cheeks. âYou know her?â
âYeah?â Heleana shrugged, thinking her brother mustâve been possessed at this point, âSheâs in my history of ancient civilisations class. do you know her?â Aegon just shrugged but a wide grin spread over her face, âOmg, you like her,â
âMy god shut up,â he basically hissed, âBesides I donât even know her name,â
âNot yet you donât,â
-
After much begging Heleana agreed not to tell you about your secret admirer but the secret was wearing thin since despite drinking coffee constantly this month, Aegon still grimaced when he drank it.
He was sat at a high-top table on his laptop when you came over to clean off the last customers rubbish next to him. âYou know the shop next door sells red bull?â you said, making him jump, âIâm just saying,â you laughed, âyou never seem to enjoy the coffee here and itâs so expensive anyway,â
âI-I donât mind it,â he stuttered, his cheeks tinging pink, âBesides itâs a good place to study,â
âWhatâs your major?â you smiled when it dawned on him.
oh shit, she was really talking to him. âBusiness, boring I know. What about you?â
âHistory, boring I know,â you joked.
âNo, no I think its interesting,â he said, relieved not to be looking at his spreadsheets anymore, âWhat kind of history?â
âMostly ancient stuff. Weâve just started our ancient Valarian unit. Did you know that-â your smile instantly dropped, âShit my managers back,â you quickly turned to grab your spray from the table.
It was now or never, âMaybe you could tell me more about it sometime?â he stammered, his flush cheeks turning beat red when you smiled, âOver coffee or something?â
You laughed this time, âHow about over a red bull in the park?â
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What was supposed to be an hour or two long park date turned into a picnic when you hit the three hour mark of chatting with no signs of stopping. Your local shop came to the rescue with snacks and red bulls. âI canât believe you drink this stuff,â you gagged as you sipped the glorified battery acid.
Aegon couldnât help but chuckle, âNow you know how I felt,â After walking you to your dorm Aegon finally let out a sigh of relief. Heâd got a cute girls number, she laughed at all his jokes, and most importantly heâd never have to deal with $20 coffeeâs again.
Well, that was until you moved in together a year later and he spent $200 on a coffee machine just for him to make you your morning latte. It was all worth it though once he saw your smile. It was priceless to him after all.
sorry for the extra tags everyone but after posting yesterday i just wanna see what yous prefer from now on
would you rather:
1 longer post every other week (2k+ words)
1-2 shorter posts each week (500-1k words roughly)
Voting ended onAug 14, 2024
also im going to start putting polls up to start eliminating love interests for the reader so keep an eye out for themđ đđ (ps about to post one)
