#beric x reader

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Hiii ♥️♥️ how are you doing??

Do u write for Beric dondarrion? If so I would like to request a fic for him.

Reader is a Lannister/baratheon princess who escapes kings landing during the battle of the Blackwater (with the Hound, maybe he takes to her and cares for her in the same way he did to the Stark girls) and she and Beric meet when they gets taken by the brotherhood without banners

In the Light of the Lord

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- Summary: A story where a man brought back from the dead finds his purpose in you.

- Pairing: baratheon!reader/Beric Dondarrion

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: I'm doing well, dear anon. Thank you for asking. ❤️ I hope you like the story. I had fun writing it. ☺️

The forest was quiet in that strange, muffled way that meant something was wrong. You'd learned that by now—how the trees could whisper danger, how even birds went silent when men were near. Sandor heard it first. You watched him stiffen like a dog catching the scent of blood, his scarred face twitching as he raised a gauntlet to halt your steps. You obeyed without a word. He didn’t look back at you, only growled, low and grim, “They’re here.”

You wanted to ask who, but you’d seen the way he tracked signs in the earth, how he sniffed the wind, always knowing more than he let on. There had been rumors, whispers traded between smallfolk in frightened voices about a group of outlaws who wore no sigil, no lord’s favor. The Brotherhood Without Banners. You had laughed once, in another life, in silks and sunlight. Rabble in the woods, you’d said. Now you held your breath and drew the hood of your cloak lower, clutching the hem of it with trembling fingers.

“They’re surrounding us,” Sandor said under his breath, and then louder, for the shadows in the trees, “Come out then, you fuckers. I’ve no time to play games.”

They stepped from the woods like ghosts—bows strung, blades drawn, but not sloppy. No, these men moved like wolves. Hungry ones.

“Sandor Clegane,” a voice called. The man who emerged wore a brown cloak patched with mismatched colors, his hair the color of wet bark. He looked more priest than soldier, but his eyes were cold as a butcher’s knife. “Thought you’d be on your way back to King’s Landing, licking Joffrey’s boots.”

Sandor barked a laugh. “That little cunt can rot in his bed. I’ve no master now.”

Their eyes flicked to you then, and you felt them drink you in. A girl in roughspun, but too clean. Too fine-boned. Your face betrayed you. You had your father’s mouth, and unfortunately, your mother’s eyes.

“And who’s the girl?” asked another, a tall archer with hair like straw and a mouth set in a sneer. “Not your daughter, surely.”

Sandor stepped in front of you. “She’s no one to you. Let us pass.”

But already the priestly man had stepped closer. “No one, is she?” he mused. “Then why do I see the lioness in her face? Or is it the stag? Gods be good…”

You should’ve run, but where to? Instead, you straightened your spine, lifting your chin the way your mother once taught you. “I am Y/N of House Baratheon,” you said. “Daughter of King Robert. And Sandor Clegane saved my life the night your city burned.”

That caused a stir, like a stone dropped in a still lake. The archer hissed a curse. The others whispered. One knelt before you out of instinct before quickly remembering himself and rising again, ashamed. The priestly man only looked at you, long and strange, as if you were a puzzle and he feared the answer.

“She’s worth a lot of coin,” someone muttered.

“She’s a Lannister’s daughter,” said another.

“No,” you said, the word cutting cleanly through them. “My mother is Cersei Lannister. But I am Robert’s trueborn daughter. Which makes me the rightful Princess of the Seven Kingdoms. I’m not gold. I’m fire and storm.”

Silence followed, but it was not a calm silence. The man with the brown cloak rubbed his beard. “And yet you walk with the Hound.”

“I’d be dead if not for him.”

You saw something change in Sandor’s face then. Just for a moment. A flicker of something like pride… or guilt.

The priest stepped forward again. “You’ve stumbled into something bigger than both of you. I’m Thoros of Myr. These are not Lannister lands, nor Baratheon, and not the Hound’s to trample. We serve a different lord now.”

You blinked. “Which lord is that?”

“The Lord of Light.”

You heard Sandor mutter “bloody fools,” but you said nothing. Your eyes flicked to the shadow behind Thoros, the man who had remained silent all this while. Cloaked in darkness, face mostly hidden. But you saw the flame-kissed hair, the burn marks around his eye. And then the name struck you with a memory of your father’s court.

“Beric Dondarrion…” you whispered.

He stepped forward, and the firelight danced in his damaged eye, his voice rough with smoke and sorrow. “Aye, Your Grace,” he said, with a bow that somehow was not mocking. “We meet again, though you were but a child the last time I saw you. I was sent to bring justice in your father’s name. I never knew it would take so long.”

You looked at him—at the man who’d died a dozen times, yet stood before you like a revenant. There was something noble in his ruin, something kind in the way he looked at you. And you realized, as Thoros ordered your weapons taken, as the Brotherhood escorted you deeper into the woods under torchlight, that your life had taken another sharp turn. That perhaps your father’s shadow had not left the world entirely. That Beric Dondarrion, sworn to a dead king, might become the first man in your life to see you not as a pawn or a prize—but as the storm you were born to be.

The bag goes over Sandor’s head roughly, a muttered curse and the scrape of steel following as they bind his wrists behind his back with coarse rope. He doesn’t resist. You can tell he wants to, that his pride snarls beneath the surface, but he says nothing—just clenches his jaw and lowers his head as the Brotherhood prepares for the journey. One of the men spits near his feet. Sandor only shifts his weight and grumbles, “Fucking bastards.”

You reach for him, your fingers brushing his arm before they drag him a step away from you.

“Be gentle with him,” you say, glaring at the archer who tied the knots too tight.

“He’s lucky he’s still breathing,” the man mutters. “He’ll get no worse than he deserves.”

“You don’t know what he’s done,” you argue. “Or what he’s undone. He saved me.”

“Maybe,” says Thoros, stepping beside you, his tone oddly gentle. “But men like Sandor Clegane don’t walk free in these woods. Not without judgment.”

Judgment. You wonder what sort of trial they intend. The fire god’s justice. That frightens you more than you care to admit.

Their camp lies deep in the woods, miles past the last farmstead and long-abandoned hamlets. The Brotherhood travels swift and quiet, used to the land and the secrecy it demands. Leaves crunch underfoot, and mist coils like breath around the roots of ancient trees. They put you in the middle of the line—guards in front and behind—and Sandor is somewhere behind you, his heavy footfalls unmistakable even muffled by the earth.

Beric rides beside you. Not on a warhorse, but a lean, dark gelding, half-starved like all of them. He doesn't wear armor now, only a thick woolen cloak over a patched leather jerkin. The eyepatch hides the worst of the scarring, but you can see the rawness along his temple, like melted wax where fire kissed his skin.

He catches you looking.

“Ugly, isn’t it?” he says quietly.

You blink and glance away, ashamed. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

“I’ve grown used to it. Death doesn’t always return a man whole.”

You glance at him again. “You died.”

“Six times.”

“And yet here you are.”

He smiles faintly. “Aye. Strange world, isn’t it?”

You ride in silence for a time, the soft drumming of hooves and the wind through leaves all you hear. Then you ask, “Will you let him go? Sandor. He isn’t your enemy.”

Beric sighs, rubbing his jaw. “Isn’t he? He served the Lannisters. He killed for them.”

“He served my brother,” you say bitterly. “Not by choice. And he left it behind. He took me from the city. He didn’t have to. He could’ve left me in that burning tower. But he didn’t.”

“I believe you,” Beric says.

“Then why keep him prisoner?”

“Because the fire shows me things,” he says, turning to meet your eyes, “and sometimes what it shows is a man with blood on his hands who hasn’t yet paid the price. That doesn’t mean I don’t respect the mercy he showed you. But I cannot let him go.”

You stare ahead, lips pressed thin, the ache of helplessness heavy in your chest. “Then let me speak for him when the time comes. Let me stand for him.”

He studies you, thoughtful.

“I will consider it,” he says.

The road winds narrower. Thorns snag your cloak and the trees crowd closer, the canopy above blotting out what little sunlight still bled through the overcast sky. It feels like stepping into another world, ancient and watching. The woods are different here—older, hungrier.

Beric speaks again, his voice softer now. “You’re not what I expected.”

You look at him.

“A Baratheon girl,” he says. “Raised in a castle, wrapped in silks. I thought you’d be more like your mother.”

You laugh without humor. “So did I. Until she told Joffrey to lock me in my room and said I’d never leave it again.”

Beric frowns. “Why?”

“Because I’m trueborn,” you answer. “Because she feared I might outshine her children. Because Joffrey wanted me dead after I laughed at him.”

He goes quiet again. “I never liked the boy. There’s something wrong in him. Too much lion. Not enough man.”

“And you?” you ask. “What are you made of?”

He considers your question. “Ash. Mostly. And fire.”

You tilt your head, studying him. “Do you ever dream?”

“Not since the first death,” he replies. “When I close my eyes now, I see flame. Faces I’ve forgotten. The moment of dying, over and over. You?”

“Sometimes,” you say, “I dream of the Red Keep. But it’s always empty. No voices. Just wind. And the throne room is full of vines.”

Beric turns his head to watch you, something unreadable in his one good eye. “Maybe that’s the future,” he says softly. “Or the past, waiting to be reborn.”

When they stop for a rest, they bring water and salted meat. Beric offers you a waterskin before taking a sip himself. You ask again—quieter this time—if he will show Sandor mercy. He touches your arm as he answers, gentle, like someone trying to soften a blow before delivering it.

“I cannot promise his freedom. But I will watch over you, Y/N. I swear it.”

And for reasons you can’t explain, that vow comforts you more than any promise of safety ever has.

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A Bastard’s Happiness

Word Count: 4274

Pairing: Beric Dondarrion x Jon Snow’s twin!Reader

Characters: Beric Dondarrion, Eddard Stark, Jon Snow, Thoros of Myr, Jory Cassel (mentioned), Jaime Lannister (mentioned), Arya Stark (mentioned), Sansa Stark (mentioned), Septa Mordane (mentioned)

A/N: Requested by @futuristicyouthvoid!! Sorry it took so long for me to finish this, just had a long week at work and I was feeling lazy. I finally finished myself to finish it tonight but I haven’t proofread so it might be a bit shitty compared to my normal stuff. I hope you still enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned. They belong to George R.R. Martin. I do not own any gifs used. They belong to their original creators. I do not consent to my work being published by other accounts or on other platforms.

Being a bastard was never easy. However, being a bastard of Ned Stark and the twin sister of Jon Snow made it significantly easier. Though you were detested by the Lady Catelyn Stark, no one went out of their way to make your life difficult. Your upbringing was fairly peaceful. Jon protected you and your half-siblings were kind. Robb would tease and joke with you, but was never anything less than a gentleman. Sansa was always friendly, bonding over your needlework with her. She was far better than you were, her mother being her teacher, but yours was not shabby by any means. Despite your friendship with Sansa, Arya was also quite fond of you, though not nearly as much as she was with Jon. When she was a bit younger, the two of you would play sword with longer branches you could find in the Godswood.

The Godswood was your favorite place in the entirety of Winterfell. It was quiet and always peaceful. Which is why you had sought it that particular evening. Dusk began to grow, but you could only sob under the watchful eyes of the heart trees’ faces. The godswood, typically a place of peace and sanctuary, was the only comfort you could think of after your brother told you of his plans to leave for the Night’s Watch when your father left for King’s Landing. 

You had been aware of this trip as soon as the wheels began to turn for it. You had resigned yourself to the fact that your father was leaving and taking your sisters with him. As long as you had Jon, you could face down Balerion himself. But the Night’s Watch? That wasn’t just someplace you could follow him to. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t. There was nothing at that frozen castle for a woman, let alone a bastard woman. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of being surrounded by the criminals you knew lurked there. Even Jon couldn’t fight the entirety of the Night’s Watch for you.

A particularly strong wind blew through the trees, making you look up. A large frame was walking towards you, forcing your back ramrod straight. Another anxious beat of your heart resonated in your chest before you recognized the shape. “Lord father, I did not realize it was you.” You relaxed as Lord Stark’s stoic face appeared clearly from the shadows.

“I did not mean to startle you, (Y/N).” He settled down on a log next to you. “I was told that I may find you out here. Jon has told you of his plans.” You nodded in affirmation, teeth finding your lip as you nibbled it anxiously. 

“My dear, I do not wish to see you unhappy. But I cannot allow you to go with your brother. I am sorry.” His tone was sincere as he placed a warm hand on your knee. Looking up at him with teary eyes, you nodded. You had no desire to go to the Wall anyways, but this command from Lord Stark only solidified it.

The two of you sat in silence for a short time before you spoke. “Father, may I ask you for something?” He chuckled softly and gave you a curt nod. “Would it be at all possible for me to go with you to King’s Landing? I know that I should not ask since I have asked so much already, but I do not wish to stay in Winterfell without Jon. I think I’d like to explore, see more of Westeros. If you would permit it, of course. I-I-... I can protect myself. Gods know I’ve knocked Robb on his arse plenty. And I wouldn’t need much! I would never ask anything to be a burden on you.” You were rambling, you realized, and cut yourself off from continuing with a shaky breath.

Ned gave you a soft smile before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him and closed your eyes, taking in the feeling. His strong arm was warm and cradled you gently. He smelled of the Godswood and the hall in the keep. Burning this moment into your brain rooted you back to reality and you looked up at him with a smile. “I would not deny you this, daughter. You are a Stark, even if you do not have the name. If it is your wish to accompany us, then it shall be so.” Your face lit up with a grin as you wrapped your arms around him tightly. The action caught Ned offguard, but he returned it nonetheless. “Now, come. You are missing dinner.”

                                                          —

The Red Keep was not at all what you had imagined it to be. It loomed over you as the Stark party finished the final leg of its journey. King’s Landing, however, was exactly what you imagined. The stench and crowds as described your lord father had not been exaggerated, making you hate both upon arrival. 

It was fairly easy to trudge through the rest of the day, seeking the comfort of a comfortable bed after many months on the road. After all formalities had been seen to, you were shown to your rooms. Here, you had a servant prepare a bath for you as well as bring you food. The woman curstied and scurried away when you thanked her. As soon as she left, you worked on stripping yourself, hands working on their own as your mind strayed to the ride in. It was there, that you saw a familiar yet almost unrecognized face. Ser Beric Dondarrion. A few years your elder, he was someone you had met at a tourney in honor of the betrothal of one of the Tully cousins to one of his own cousins. You were both younger then, you only turning two and ten while Beric had recently celebrated his 17th nameday. 

He had gone to the abandoned training grounds that were on the other side of the castle from the tourney field. The day had been long and it was only midday. His father pushing him to find a bride was not something he wanted to deal with all day, so he decided to hack at a training dummy all day instead.

Here, he found you sparring with Jon, still short and awkward and chubby-faced. Despite the small age gap, the three of you became good friends over the duration of the week-long tourney. When you all bid goodbye for the last time, he swore to send ravens and Jon agreed to do the same. Over the past few years, however, the ravens became sparse and the letters not as detailed as when you were children. Seeing his face again had been a slight shock. He seemed older now, his hair cropped short and close to his head and a certain weariness in his eyes that had not been there before. You know, of course, that he had been named Lord of Blackhaven a few years after that tourney, but you were not prepared to see him like that.

Reaching up, you pulled free the few pins in your hair, shaking your mane out as you did. Your fingers pressed lightly into the slightly aching areas the metal had left behind. Once you were free from your confined clothing, you grabbed a robe from one of your chests that had been delivered to your room. It was slightly too warm for the warm climate of King’s Landing. The thick material still smelled of home, however, and it brought a sense of comfort to you. You wrapped it around yourself, burying your nose into your shoulder. 

A soft knock broke you from your reverie and had your feet following the sound to your door. “Thank the gods,” you muttered to yourself. The ache in your stomach had begun to grow. You were quite surprised, however, to find someone holding a tray of food that was not your maid. “Lord Beric!” The shock must have been evident upon your face because he simply chuckled and nodded.

“Lady (Y/N). A pleasure to see you again after all these years.” Still a gentleman, it seemed, given his use of a title that did not belong to you. “I thought I had seen you this morning in the Great Hall but I was not sure. Forgive the intrusion, but I had to see for myself if it was truly you.” There was an almost childlike expression of excitement on his face as he gazed upon you. A beat of breath held silence between the two of you before he realized he had caught you at a stage of undress.

“I was wondering the same, actually.” You admitted, wrapping yourself a bit tighter in your robe. “Forgive my state, I was expecting my maid.” He nodded, holding up the tray he seemed to have forgotten momentarily.

“Yes, that is where I got this. She went off to fetch bathwater, I believe.” He kept his eyes firmly planted on your face, honor not allowing his eyes to drift. The thought made you smile slightly, glad to know he hadn’t grown out of his knightly habits. “Jon is not with you?” In the short time he knew you both, the dark-headed twins were never far from one another. 

You shook your head gently, opening the door fully and gesturing for him to come in. He set the tray of food down on the table before turning back to you. “I’m afraid not. He’s actually gone to the Wall. My brother plans on taking the black.” A bittersweet smile graced your lips. 

He answered with his own small frown. “I’m sorry to hear that. For you, at least. I know that must not have been easy.” You shrugged slightly but nodded in affirmation.

“I will be alright. It’s about time I got rid of the sack of bones.” You attempted with a lighthearted joke, which he graciously chuckled at. “Truthfully, I am glad he is doing what will make him happy. He deserves it.”

Beric took a few steps closer to you. “And, if I may be so forward, my lady, what do you plan? Hopefully to find your own happiness.”

Your cheeks warmed imperceptibly. “I do hope to find that, yes. I must admit, I have thought quite a bit on what I will do here, but I still do not know.” You chuckled softly, eyes flicking up to his. 

“Perhaps we would be able to know each other better while you are here. If you can make the time for me, of course.” His tone was teasing and the glint in his eyes was full of mirth. The soft scuttle of shoes on the stone behind you drew your attention from the knight in front of you. Your maid had returned with two others to fill your bath. “For now, my lady, I will leave you.” 

“I think I will be able to make time to see you, my lord. A very thoughtful offer that I would gladly take. A good night to you, Lord Beric.” He now stood right in front of you, bowing to take your hand. His lips brushed your knuckles, light as a feather. Your eyes never left each others, so you curtseyed, the only thing you could think to do.

“Sleep well, my lady.” With that, he was gone and your maid was informing you that your bath was ready. When you sank into the warm water, you blamed the red heat across your face on the steam.

                                                          —

Days turned into weeks that turned into months of your time in King’s Landing. Three months, to be exact. You managed to fill your days despite your earlier doubts. You spent your time either exploring the Red Keep with Arya, working your needlepoint with Sansa, or spending time with Beric. Often times, the two of you would spar with one another, There were days, however, when you spent your time with him walking through the gardens or walking the markets of King’s Landing. 

“My lady, I hope I have not kept you waiting.” His voice behind you made you startle, but you turned to look up at him with a warm smile.

“Not at all, my lord.” You took the arm he offered to you before your short trek to the palace gardens. “I hope your morning was kind to you.” He had told you before that he prefers to do any and all business that he must as Lord of Blackhaven.

“It was nothing too difficult, my lady. Mostly, I spent my time waiting for a delivery from the marketplace.” Your brow quirked at him but you kept your face forward.

A small smile graced your lips when you felt his eyes on your face. “I hope your purchase was worth your wait and coin, my lord.” He nodded in agreement.

“I suppose you will have to tell me.” The two of you came to a halt as he removed his arm from your hand to reach into his coat. From an interior pocket, he produced a box, just longer than his hand that it sat upon.

Your eyes lit up in surprise as you gazed up at him. “Is it…?” Gifts were not something you were entirely unused to, but they were very unused to handsome young men, even if it was just friendly.

“For you, my lady. I hope you will find it as beautiful as I find you.” His words were spoken gently, though they still brought what you were sure was a pink dusting to your cheeks.

Opening the box, you found the most beautiful dagger that you had ever seen. The hilt had carvings of direwolves on one side, while a small purple jewel, one of his house’s colors, sat in the middle of the engravings on the other side. Your eyes, suddenly watery, turned up to him.”My lord, it’s…” Words failed to come to you. “I don’t know that I can accept this.” He smiled and shook his head, clasping the hand that held the knife gently.

“You can and you will. I insist.” You couldn’t help the grin that grew on your cheeks. The moment your eyes met, however, you swore a spark hit your chest. His gaze drew you in, leaving you nearly breathless. No words were spoken, the heat of his hand on yours suddenly very intense.

“Lady (Y/N), your father sends for you.” The voice of one of your father’s men snapped the pair of you from whatever moment you had just been caught in. A guilty blush engulfed your cheeks as you nodded. 

“Thank you. I will be along in just a moment.” You returned your gaze to Beric. “Only because you insist, my lord, I will thank you for this incredibly generous gift.” You dipped into a curtsey before placing the lid atop the box again. He bid you a soft goodbye, which you returned, before you followed your father’s man.

Arriving in your father’s chambers, a bolt of panic struck any floating feelings you held of your moment with Lord Beric into the dirt. “Father!” You cried as you rushed to his bedside, kneeling by your lord father’s head. Sansa stood to your right while Arya, on the other side of the bed, looked almost wrathful. “What has happened?” A gleam of sweat covered your father’s pale face and his leg was propped up under blanket. “There was a… situation with Ser Jaime.” Ned did not wish to delve into the details with your younger sisters around, so he motioned to Septa Mordane, who herded the younger two Stark girls from the room. “He attacked us in the streets. Jory is dead.” His hand found your free one, gripping it gently as a sob racked through your chest. Jory had been the first of your father’s men to train you willingly, acting as another older brother. You held a great amount of love for the man. Gently, your father tugged on your hand and motioned for you to sit on the bed next to him. You obliged, Beric’s gift resting in your lap. “Daughter, I worry. For your safety, especially. You do not have the Stark name to protect you.”

“I can protect myself, father. I can protect Sansa and Arya, too.” Your voice was pleading as you looked at him, scared of his next words. His smile was sad as he looked up at you. “I know, my child, I know. But I would rather you protect yourself somewhere else. King’s Landing is too dangerous. (Y/N), I want you to leave tonight. Ride for Riverrun. Though Cat is not your mother, the Tullys will still protect you. You are family. Hoster and Edmure have always been kind to you and your brother.” He readjusted his position on the bed gently, trying to keep the pain from flaring. “Tonight, you will pack a bag and take some money and food and ride.” His voice left no room for discussion. Though you knew he wanted only to protect you, fat tears still dropped onto your cheeks.

He reached up to pet your hair softly before looking at the box in your lap. “A gift? From who?” His attempts to distract you from tears made you smile softly. You lifted the lid from the box and presented the blade to him. “Lord Beric. He has just graced me with it before I came to you.” Ned’s eyes looked over you with a small, knowing smile.

“I’m sorry I am making you do this thing, but it must be done.” You nodded your agreement before standing. “And, for your safety, I beg that you do not tell anyone that you are leaving. I will explain it to Sansa and Arya.”

 You nodded again. “I suppose I shall go prepare then. I shall see you tonight, Lord Father.”

That night, you found yourself pressing a kiss goodbye to your father’s cheek before one of his men whisked you away to the stables. An extra simple gown, a bag of gold, and a few days rations of food weighed your saddle pack while your sword and gifted dagger swayed on your belt.

                                                          —

“Lord Beric Dondarrion. You shall have the command. Assemble one hundred men and ride to Ser Gregor’s keep.” The young lord agreed and, after Lord Eddard sentenced Ser Gregor, was ready to leave so he may prepare. “A moment, Lord Beric.” The younger man nodded and approached the Hand as everyone else left the Great Hall. Though the pair received an inquiring look from Littlefinger, they were soon alone. Ned’s voice was soft as he spoke, not wanting to be overheard. “As well as bringing Ser Gregor to justice, I would like to ask something else of you.”

Beric nodded. “Anything, Lord Hand.” Eddard’s gaze flicked to the doors and then to the hall leading to the Small Council room.

“My daughter, (Y/N). I have sent her to the Riverlands for her safety, after I was attacked. I told her to ride for Riverrun, but I fear she shall not go to my good father’s home. I ask that you search for her while in the Riverlands. Protect her, make sure she makes it to the Wall if you can. I imagine that is where she will want to go.” Beric’s heart skipped a beat at the Hand’s request. When you had disappeared a week ago, no note and no goodbye, he feared that he overstepped his boundaries. “I will find her, Lord Hand, and give my life for hers if I must.”

                                                          —

Months had passed since you had fled King’s Landing. Eddard’s suspicions were correct. He was taken prisoner and beheaded not long after. The rest of your household was killed with him, the only ones spared being Sansa and, presumably, Arya. When you had heard the news, you were staying at an inn in the Riverlands. Riverrun was nearby, but you had not yet decided if you wished to continue as your lord father had wished or if you wanted to find your brother.

Sitting at a table by yourself, you mulled over your thoughts with a tank of ale in your hands and the leftover remnants of your warm dinner in front of you. So lost in thought, you almost didn’t notice the man who decided to sit across from you. He was pock-faced and stank immensely of piss and ale. Immediately, he tried to get you to lay with him, his words slurred together. His attempt was shortlived, thankfully, as a lithe man with a bun pulling the hair from his face stepped in. The new man boxed the other around the ears, which had the drunk man grumbling before stumbling away.

“I apologize for my man. He’s drunk. My name is Thoros, my lady.” Thoros sat in the now vacant seat across from you. 

“I thank you, Ser Thoros. I was worried his smell would bring my dinner back onto my plate.” He chuckled at your sharp tongue. “I am (Y/N) Sn-... Stone.” After recent events, you had to remind yourself that being a Northerner outside of the North was far less safe than being a bastard of anywhere else. Thoros eyes narrowed at you slightly before he smiled politely.

“Well, (Y/N), it is a pity that you’re not a Snow. My men and I have been instructed by our lord to look out for a (Y/N) Snow. My lord is not looking for any Stones, though, so I suppose I shall leave you to your drink.” He stood from the table and started to make his way back to sit with his men.

“Wait!” You turned to stand after him. “Who is your lord?”

                                                          —

“Thoros is returning, my lord.” Beric nodded at the soldier before standing from his seat. Resheathing his sword, he walked towards the approaching party. He counted an extra horse, however, and greeted Thoros with a confused look. 

“My friend, may I present to you, (Y/N) Snow. Or so she says.” Thoros grinned at his friend teasingly, who gazed up at you with surprise in his eye. You dismounted your horse before approaching him timidly. It was not lost on you that you had disappeared from him, not saying anything about where you were going, and you were worried he would be upset with you, though it would be rightfully.

“Lord Beric,” you murmured before dropping into a curtsey. The man said nothing. Fear crept into your gut as you kept your eyes fixed on the ground in front of you. You were more than surprised, however, when Beric approached you quickly and pulled you into his arms. A small gasp fell from your lips before your own arms wrapped around his neck, face buried in his strong shoulder.

“(Y/N)... I was so worried,” he admitted when he pulled away from you, his hands holding onto your arms gently. Eye flicking around you, he noticed that many of his men were watching the pair of you. “Come. Let us find some privacy.” You nodded in agreement as he lead you to a secluded area of their hideout.

“I’m sorry,” you said as soon as you were alone. “My father was attacked and he wanted me to be safe so I ran. I wanted to say goodbye, truly, but he forbade it and I’m so sorry. Especially after you gave me such a thoughtful gift, I felt most horrible to leave you as I did.” You knew you were rambling but struggled to shut the floodgates as words tumbled from your lips.

Beric did not mind. Instead of letting you continue your rambling, his warm, calloused hand cupped your face before dropping his lips to meet your own. Your eyes shot open in surprise before fluttering closed, returning his soft yet desperate kiss. He was the first to pull away, resting his forehead against yours. “I thought I had scared you away. But your lord father sent me here and he told me everything. He asked me to find you.” Tears welled in your eyes at his words. “I am so sorry for your loss, (Y/N).” His voice was soft as he spoke.

Tears spilled over but his thumbs were quick to wipe them from your cheeks. “I was supposed to go to Riverrun but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” Your voice was watery and trembling as you spoke.

“The Lord of Light. He knew we would find you.” You giggled softly, more in surprise than anything. “My lady, I ask that you forgive my boldness again, but I must admit. You have my heart, (Y/N). When you left, I knew I had to find you again. Now you are here. I beg that you stay with me. Let me protect you. Let me love you.”

Your own hand came up to caress his cheek, his head leaning into your palm. “The old gods and the new would have to drag me away from you, Beric.” He smiled at you, sunshine from his grin warming you through. Pulling away from him slightly, you allowed yourself to take in his appearance. His beard had grown out much more, a patch covered his right eye, and a new weariness made him look older than his 21 years. “What’s happened to you?” Your fingers drifted over the patch.

His shoulders shook with a soft chuckle. “I will tell you everything later, my love. But it was all worth it. I have you back, so it was worth it.”

[megsironthrone]

Never Work

Based on this request: YAAYY THEY’RE OPEN!!! lol Hi, i would like to request a Beric Dondarrion x Male Reader Male reader cares a lot about Beric but he’s afraid of telling his feelings to him (cus Beric is a man and probably into women) and Beric is kinda oblivious about the “flirts” that the Male reader does.

Here you are, lovely! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Warnings: Angst, seemingly unrequited love, Fluff! 3rd Person POV, a little short.

Pairings/Characters: Beric Dondarrion x male!reader, brief mention of Thoros of Myr because wherever Dondarrion is, Thoros is sure to follow.

Y/N didn't think this would happen. When he joined the Brotherhood Without Banners, Y/N had only wanted to help bring justice to the realm. He didn't thin k he'd come to care so damn much for their leader. The seemingly fearless, ever-oblivious Beric Dondarrion.

From the moment he joined the Brotherhood, Y/N had begun falling in love with Beric. Of course, it would never work. Seeing as this was Westeros and there were certain taboos, Beric would most likely never be interested in Y/N. Beric was probably attracted to women. So Y/N kept his feelings to himself, but that didn't stop him from flirting every chance he got.

Flirting was something that Y/N had done a lot growing up. He had been close with Renly Baratheon, but Renly was the bigger flirt. And of course, when Renly met Loras, that was the end of Y/N and Renly's relationship. So, flirting wasn't exactly Y/N's forte, but he figured that would make his feelings obvious without actually saying anything to Beric. The others had started catching on, but Beric said nothing. Y/N was beginning to wonder if there was even a point. He didn't realize that Beric wasn't as clueless as he let on.

Beric had indeed noticed Y/N's subtle comments. He had noticed the lingering gazes along with the embarrassed looks when he was caught staring. He'd noticed how Y/N seemed to try and show off a little when the two of them were fighting side by side. Or how Y/N was always the first to jump in between Beric and an enemy if necessary. He questioned why at first, but eventually (and he'd admit it took MONTHS), Beric realized that the man had feelings for him and was hiding them. Why, Beric didn't know, but he was going to find out when the opportunity arose.

The opportunity arose a few weeks after Beric's discovery when the Brotherhood was set upon once again by a few of gold cloaks. This time, when Y/N rushed to Beric's side, it was nearly too late. Y/N got between Beric and an enemy. Y/N's sword stopped the gold cloak's, but he didn't notice the archer until it was too late.

Beric didn’t see him either as he was on Beric's blind side, but he heard the arrow zipping through the air. He heard it sink into flesh. And he heard Y/N let out a sharp cry of pain. It all happened so quickly, no one else noticed until the fight was finished. Only then did Beric understand fully what had happened.

Y/N was not in good shape when they were finally able to set up camp that evening. Beric and Thoros did their best to keep the young man comfortable until he could be tended to. When the sun finally set and the camp was up, Y/N was taken into Beric's own tent and Thoros began to try and heal him. Beric sat with Y/N as Thoros worked, his mind racing. He trusted the Lord of Light's will, but he didn't want to lose Y/N yet. He wasn't ready for him to die.

"Let the boy rest, Dondarrion," Thoros told him when he'd finished then left the tent. Beric sighed and rested his elbows on his knees. "That was stupid, my friend. If the Lord was ready to for me to die, you should have let me." Beric jumped a little when he heard a groan from the man on the bed.

"The Lord of Light may have been ready for you, but I wasn't ready for you to die." Beric shook his head fondly as Y/N opened his eyes. "Glad to see I was successful," Y/N whispered, but Beric's one eye showed no signs of joy. "Why did you do that?" Y/N shrugged, wincing at the pain the movement caused.

"You were the closest one that needed saving." Beric's gaze turned steely. He didn't appreciate being lied to. "That isn't it. I know it isn't. Now, tell me why you thought you had to step in."

"Because I love you and I couldn't watch you die again! What if Thoros can't bring you back next time?" As the reality of Y/N's confession dawned on him, his words died in his throat and his eyes widened. But, to his surprise, Beric Dondarrion was smiling. For a moment, Y/N was confused, but then a look of understanding crept into his gaze. "You knew? And you just let me make a fool of myself?"

Beric chuckled. "I knew. But I did not let you do anything. You did that all on your own. I simply waited for you to reveal your true feelings in case I was mistaken. I notice more than people give me credit for, Y/N. And you, for all your skills, should be more observant. If you were, you would have noticed that I feel the same for you."

Y/N's jaw fell open and he blinked rapidly in surprise. It was an almost comical sight to Beric, but he held back his laughter. "B-But…I don't understand. I thought that you would prefer women. Most men do." Beric merely shrugged. "Men. Women. I love who I love and now, I love you." He took Y/N's hand a squeezed it. "I need to see to the Brothers. Rest now. We'll talk more later." Beric turned to walk away, but thought better of it. Instead, he turned back and dropped a quick peck to Y/N's lips before exiting the tent, leaving Y/N to rest feeling like his face was aflame.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I don't write male!readers often!)

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Beric Dondarrion X Reader - NSFW Alphabet

Title: NSFW Alphabet

Words: 1068

Warnings: NSFW content below the cut!

A/N: I’m trying to clear out my ask box, so if you had asked something a while ago, I’m going to post it soon. If you’d like to request something, please do! I just might not get to it super soon.

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A-Aftercare

Beric has alwaysbeen good when it came to aftercare

He’d always clean you up and his post sex cuddles are the best of the best

He loves when you lay your head on his chest, your fingers tracing shapes and random patterns over his arm and stomach

Beric also loves drawing a bath for you as well, knowing how much the warm water soothes you

 B-Body Part

Beric’s favorite body part of his would be his arms

He really likes the way they look when they’re wrapped around your middle or when they’re helping him hold you down as he fucks you

His favorite body part of yours would have to be your hands

He loves watching them wrap around his cock or fists the sheets on his bed when he makes you feel good

 C-Cum

Beric absolutely loves coming inside of you. Everything about it makes him shudder and want to go again

If he doesn’t cum inside of you, he loves to see his release on your tits and stomach

If he doesn’t cum inside of you and you scoop it up and eat it, prepare to get wrecked again

 D-Dirty Secret

Beric doesn’t really have any dirty secrets, but the thought of you swollen with his child always makes him hard

 E-Experience

Beric is pretty experienced

He’s lived a full life and definitely knows what he’s doing

He doesn’t care if you’re not experienced or if you are though. He just likes being with you

 F-Favorite Position

It’s a little vanilla, but missionary is Beric’s favorite position

He can run his hands up your sides, kiss you, and watch your facial expressions with ease

It’s also a lot more intimate and Beric loves intimacy

 G-Goofy

Beric doesn’t mind being goofy while the two of you fuck from time to time, but he’s a more serious person all around

He’ll chuckle sometimes if one of you makes a funny noise

Or he’ll crack a joke every now and again to relieve some tension if there is any

He just wants you to be comfortable

 H-Hair

Beric isn’t one to keep up with making his pubic hair neat

Because of the Brotherhood, they have never stayed in one place for long and there was never really any time for him to sit down and focus on that

It doesn’t bother him and he wouldn’t pay any attention to it unless you asked him nicely

 I-Intimacy

Beric is a very intimate person

He’s always been a bit of a romantic and absolutely loves that part of a relationship

He loves holding you close as he fucks you, always making sure you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself

 J-Jack Off

Even when Beric was younger, he never really masturbated

He was too busy with other things and only ever did it to release some tension when it got too high

Now he has you and he doesn’t have to use his hand to get off

 K-Kink

He’ll never tell you this, but Beric has a breeding/pregnancy kink

The thought of stuffing you full of his cum can and will make him loose control and go feral

If you do end up pregnant, Beric won’t be able to keep his hands off of you

 L-Location

His favorite place is the bedroom

He loves to take his time and he can’t really do that anywhere else

 M-Motivation

It doesn’t take much for Beric to get into the mood after he met you

If you laugh and throw your head back, exposing your neck, Beric gets turned on.

If Beric sees you interacting with or helping a child, all he can think about is you with your own kid and he wants to fuck one into you

 N-No

Any non-con play is completely off the table

Even if you’re into it and want to try it out, Beric will refuse. He’s seen enough of it in real life and abhors it with his entire being

 O-Oral

Beric loves both receiving and giving head

Watching as you try to take his entire length down your throat really gets him going

On the flip side, however, he could spend eternity with his head between your legs

 P-Pace

Beric has always been a little slower when he fucks

He loves basking in the feeling of you and doesn’t like to rush it

He can most definitely go fast and be rough, but he prefers to go slow and sensual

 Q-Quickie

Quickies are only good for one thing in Beric’s mind and that’s getting release quickly

Because of that, Beric isn’t a big fan

He prefers to take his time with you and quickies don’t really allow for that to happen. If he needed a quick release, his hand is right there

 R-Risk

The most risks Beric takes is cumming inside of you

He does want children but with all these wars going on and the fact that he’s the leader of the Brotherhood, children are too risky

 S-Stamina

Beric has a good amount of stamina

He can’t go more than two rounds but he always makes sure that you’ve cum at least three times

 T-Toys

Beric has never been a fan of toys

He thinks that they’re silly and if he can’t satisfy you without one, there’s something wrong with him

He wants to make you cum with his hands, mouth, or cock.

No toys are needed when you’re with him

 U-Unfair

Beric isn’t really a tease

He gives you what you want, when you want it, and the most he’ll ever do is make you beg for it

 V-Volume

Depending on where you are, Beric will only let out low grunts and groans

If you’re some place private like an inn, he’ll let go just a little

He’ll let out some moans and if you touch him just right, maybe you’ll get some whines mixed in as well

 X-XRay

Beric is a good 5.5 inches and very girthy

 Y-Yearning

If he was being honest, Beric always wants to fuck you. He just knows how to keep it in check and hidden from others

The only time he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you would be if you were pregnant with his child

 Z-ZZZ

Beric falls asleep after you’ve fallen asleep

He’s tired for sure, but he’s too protective of you, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable before succumbing to sleep himself

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Last Goodbye - NSFW Beric x Reader

Pairing: Beric Dondarrion x Reader

Word Count: 2,505

Warnings: NSFW

Author’s Note: So first time ever posting anything I have written on tumblr and the first time I have ever posted smut. I’m not entirely happy with it but after days of revision, I figured it was time to bite the bullet and post. So I hope everyone enjoys!

Court had been dragging on for the last three hours and you were beginning to grow quite bored with all the pleasantries and formality. You had been in Kings Landing since the Tourney of the Hand and were way past ready to get out of the dirty, crowded city. Your eyes wandered over to your husband who was standing off to the side chatting quietly with Thoros. The two had become fast friends despite Thoros unseating him in the joust. As if sensing your eyes on him, Beric looked up to you at your spot in the gallery and offered a warm smile that you couldn’t help but return.

The moment was broken as a group of peasants were led into court. You watched quietly as the scene unfolded before you. Apparently, The Mountain had led a band of brigands under cover of darkness and ransacked three towns, killing everyone in their path and burning the towns to the ground. You forced bile down as you listened to the tales of horror of women and children being slaughtered like pigs. Out of instinct, you drew your hand to the small firm bump of your swollen abdomen.

The Knight of Flowers was causing a small scene as he practically begged Ned Stark for the honor of killing The Mountain. Thinking of the joust between the two, you almost wished that Stark would give the job to the young knight but thought better of it upon realizing that on the battlefield, he would stand no chance against the towering mountain. Your eyes wandered back to Beric who once again sensed your eyes on him and raised his gaze to meet yours. 

“Lord Beric.” You froze as you realized who had spoke his name. Your heart sunk so low into your chest that you felt as if you might faint on the spot. Beric instantly tore his eyes from you and focused on the Hand of the King, taking a step forward. “Thoros of Myr. Ser Gladden. Lord Lothar.” You watched in a daze as the hand tasked them with assembling twenty men each to hunt down The Mountain, placing your husband in charge. 

As Stark dismissed court for the day, you stayed rooted in your spot, tears shining in your (e/c) eyes. Feeling a hand on the small of your back, you turned to find Beric with a sad smile. Not wasting a moment, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you in close, wrapping his strong arms around you. A few tears escaped from your eyes as you clung to him not wanting to let go. The gravity of the situation weighing heavily on you. He wasn't just hunting down some random untrained brigands, he was going after The Mountain. The hulking brute could decimate the whole front line of an army and walk away unscathed and you were supposed to let your Beric hunt him down and bring him to justice. No. Absolutely not. You hadn't even told him you were with child yet.

You pulled back from Beric, harshly wiping the tears from your eyes before leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. Turning on your heel you began to march down the gallery towards the stairs to the main floor. 

"(Y/N)!" You could hear him walking swiftly behind you to catch up to you. "Where are you going?" He grabbed your arm, turning you to face him. 

"What does it look like?" You asked frustrated. "I am going to talk to the hand. This is a death sentence and you know it." Your voice was rising as the pain and anger you were feeling began to spill out. "I am not going to lose you." Your voice broke as the last words slipped out. Maybe you were overreacting but you knew what The Mountain was capable of. No matter how talented Beric was with a sword in his hand, there was no way he could bring down a mountain.

He reached up and caressed your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as your body filled with warmth at his soft touch. You opened your eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. "You're not going to lose me." He said softly as he stared intently into your eyes. You wanted to believe him. You truly wanted nothing more than to believe him but the sense of dread in your gut was overwhelming.

"M'lord." You jumped at the sudden voice. "Sorry to intrude but I wasn't sure of our orders." The captain of your household guard said as he stepped closer to you.

Beric pulled away from you and straightened himself up as he observed the guard. "I trust you to pick twenty good men and young Edric Dayne as well, and task Dairn with gathering supplies. You will be staying behind with Lady (Y/N). Tell the men they are free to do as they please tonight as long as they are sober and ready to ride out at first light."

First light. You only had one night left before Beric ran off to hunt down The Mountain. You hardly noticed as the guard left you and you walked in a daze with Beric by your side. When you were safely back to your chambers, you rounded on Beric again, not ready to give up without a fight. 

"Tell Stark that you can't do it." You pleaded with him.

He sighed, running a hand through his thick rust tinged locks. "You know I can't do that."

"Well then I'm coming with you." You made a big show about packing your things as you stomped around your chamber, shoving a knife into your satchel dramatically, making sure Beric saw the small blade.

Finding no point in arguing with you, Beric sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you to calm down from your current rage filled packing. As the last of the supplies you deemed necessary were shoved into your satchel you smiled victoriously. Any minute Beric was going to back out of his suicide mission when he understood how serious you were. You walked over to where he was sitting with a half smirk on your face and a slightly raised eyebrow, daring him to counter your move or back down. 

Instead, you were startled when he reached up and grabbed a hold of your hands, before staring up into your eyes. "You are not going and I am. It's as simple as that, (Y/N)." He broke eye contact long enough to glance down at the small firm bump of your stomach. "I'm coming back to you, both of you." 

The smile slipped from your face as you realized there was nothing you could do to stop him from leaving. Your last hope had been to tell him about the child you were carrying, his child. A new round of tears started as he pulled you into his lap. He ran his fingers through your hair as he whispered sweet nothings and promises of the life you would share with him, raising your child together. But in your gut, you knew this was goodbye. Beric, your Beric, was not going to return to you. To your child, who was only going to grow up hearing stories of his heroic and noble father but never actually meeting him. It broke your heart and no amount of begging or pleading would change it. 

You awoke several hours later, wrapped up in his arms, having fallen asleep from crying. The sun was setting, sending his rusty hair aflame. He looked so at peace, so content that you dared not move. So you lay there next to him taking in every detail, from his steady breathing to his scent, to the way his skin felt against yours. Unable to resist touching him any longer, you lifted your hand gently brushing away the hair that had fallen across his forehead. You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips, smiling at the way his soft whiskers tickled your face. 

His arms tightened around you, pulling you tight against his body, a small smile playing at his lips as he gently rubbed your swollen stomach. You placed your ear against his chest listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. 

“Is there nothing I can do to convince you to stay?” You asked softly.

“I am riding out with a hundred swords, a hundred of the best swords. Clegane’s head will be mounted on the gate of the red keep and I will be back in Blackhaven with you before you know it.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t waste any more time fretting over it.”

You pulled away from him so you could gaze into his eyes, placing a hand on his cheek. “I am supposed to worry about you. Gods, I worry about you every day. I know you don’t want to hear that - but its the truth. I know you are confident enough with a sword in your hand. I don’t doubt you but this ill feeling just won’t go away.” 

He let out a long sigh as he reached his hand forward and tucked your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want to waste any more time arguing over this, (Y/N).” The sadness in his rich, velvety voice was almost enough to break your heart. It dawned on you that this task scared him as much as it scared you but he had to do his duty, the hand had commanded it.

You slid closer to him, snaking an arm around his neck and pulling him down to you. Beric’s eyes widened slightly at your sudden change in mood. You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Sliding your tongue across his lips, he parted his mouth allowing you access. You tilted your head to the side deepening the kiss as you closed your eyes, your tongue fighting for dominance over his. 

Your arm stayed wrapped around the back of his neck as you pulled him even closer to you, desperate to keep him as close to you as humanly possible. Beric slipped an arm to the back of the dress you had fallen asleep in and tugged at the loose end of the ribbon that kept the delicate silk dress on your body. As soon as the ribbon was loose, he pulled down one of the sleeves of the dress, revealing your bare shoulder. He rolled you from your side on to your back and climbed on top of you, only breaking your kiss to begin trailing kisses down your neck and across your bare shoulder.

A familiar warmth began to spread through your body from your womanhood as you turned your head bearing your neck for him. As his trail of kisses grew lower down your chest, you began to squirm as your skin grew more and more sensitive to his touch, the throbbing between your legs growing more intense. 

Your hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt and you began to lift it up his back. He pulled away from you long enough to sit up and pull his shirt off the rest of the way, tossing it on the floor. Running your hands across his chest, a smile lit up your face as you grabbed a hold of his shoulders, pulling him back down to you. Your lips crashed together in a fervor as his hands worked on pulling your dress down the rest of your body, leaving you fully exposed to him.

Once you were completely exposed to him, he wasted no time sliding down your body to your dripping wet womanhood. He placed sweet kisses on the inside of your thighs, nibbling ever so slightly, eliciting a soft moan out of you. You bucked your hips towards him, begging him to take you in his mouth. He slowly rolled his tongue across your folds making your eyes roll back at the intense pleasure coursing through your body. Beric’s tongue flitted lightly over your clit and your hips involuntarily bucked into him causing him to nip slightly at you. 

He placed his hands on your hips effectively pinning you down as he continued to lick and suck on you. Your moans grew erratic as you were coming closer to your orgasm. He pulled back sensing your iminent undoing. You whimpered at the sudden lack of contact. You needed to feel him. You needed him to reassure you that no matter what happened, he loved you and that your love would endure anything. 

“Berrrrric,” you moaned softly as he continued to lick your dripping cunt. “Please.” 

He trailed wet kisses back up your stomach, pausing only to take your breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled on your sensitive nipple, nibbling on the soft, sensitive flesh of your breast. As his lips crashed back on to yours, you began to hastily undo his pants as he shimmied out of them. Your hands instantly found his hardened member, giving it a few long, slow pumps. His head fell back as he let out a groan of pleasure at your touch. 

Unable to compose himself any longer, he lined himself up with you as he slowly slid inside you. You closed your eyes as you relished the feeling of his throbbing cock inside you. Beric brought his lips to yours once again for a quick kiss as he slowly began to thrust in and out of you. You bucked your hips upwards rhythmically as he pushed deeper inside you. Your breathing was erratic as your body throbbed with pleasure, quickly nearing your release. He hooked his arms under your legs propping you up ever so slightly to drive into you even further. Arching your back, your head rolled back into the bed as your walls clenched tightly around him finally reaching your release. He rode through your waves before reaching his own climax, where his thrusts became more inconsistent before finally ceasing altogether. Your foreheads rested together as you fought to catch your breath.

Beric placed a soft kiss on your lips before rolling off of you, leaving an intense throbbing between your legs. As he laid by your side, you snuggled in close to him as he wrapped his strong arms around you. You ran your hand through the tuft of hair on his chest before bringing it up to rest on his cheek. “I love you.” You said softly, barely above a whisper.

“I love you too.” You swore you saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes but when he answered you in his rich, velvety voice, there was nothing but love and happiness laced in. As you snuggled back into his arms you silently prayed to anyone that would listen in hopes that Beric was going to make it through this, one way or another.

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Autumnal Prompt #13 | Beric Dondarrion

you’d think a stab to the neck would kill me but i’m still here i’m afraid

requested by: anon warnings: mentions of death.  anon u requested the perfect guy for this wow

As an ambulance paramedic you’d had a few people die on you, but never had they hit you with such an impact like Beric.

A guy you actually knew, who’d been in more scrapes than you could possibly imagine, took a knife to the neck and clutched at your hand as he died.

It was safe to say, it’d ruined your week. Understatement.

You were sat at home, distracting yourself when there was a knock at the door.

You answered it, and there stood no other than Beric himself, the guy who died on you last week. He had a smile on his face and flowers in his hand, and you knew he wasn’t real.

The conclusion you drew was that you needed sleep. So, with a sigh and a shake of your head, you made to close the door, but an “Excuse me,” and a hand on the door stopped you. The door was gently pushed open, and you looked upon a grinning Beric once again. “You’d think a stab to the neck would kill me.”

You just blinked. “What- Is this a Halloween thing?”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “No. It’s more of a religious thing.”

You nodded, the confusion on your face never once leaving. You’d never had him pegged as the weird religious type, but were very intrigued. This was a realistic dream. “Right. Well, do you want to come in? The kettle’s on.”

“Ah, yes,” he handed you the flowers and laid a kiss upon your cheek. “I’m dying for some tea.”

written by: archie

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Beric X Reader - Comfort

Title: Comfort

Words: 184

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff

A/N: None

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Days like this were always your favorite. There was nothing of importance to do and you were able to lounge about the house. Sure, there was still some work to do, there always was, but everything was done before mid-day.

 You were curled up in a ball on your bed, a book in your hands and a blanket over your legs. When you heard Beric open the door, you looked up and gave him a sweet smile. He returned it and turned around, knocking the snow off of his boots before removing them and joining you on the bed.

 Neither of you said a word to the other. You didn’t have to. The atmosphere was comfortable and pleasant. When Beric held his arms open, you immediately burrowed into him, your book forgotten.

 The two of you stayed like that for a while. Beric was playing with the ends of your hair and your ear was pressed up against his chest, the soft sound of his heart thumping soothing you. You let out a small sigh and Beric’s arms tightened around you.

 This was peace.