Hii! I loved your yandere Arya x reader but is it alright if you make a part 2?
yesssss i was looking forward to this
𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎
( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ) 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰 : 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯
𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 very few things after meeting Jaqen and learning the art of being faceless, it was just unfortunate that one of those things had to be you. Her eyes glared cautiously as she studied you at dinner. You appeared skittish and your hand trembled when it reached for your goblet. She wasn't the only one who had noticed, it would seem as Sansa eyed her carefully when she brought food and drink to your mouth. No doubt she was suspicious. However, this time she believed she had done no such thing. You woke up so shaky that she considered abandoning her training to take care of you. Her brows furrowed as she took in your flinch. Her hand roughly chooses to take a hold of yours and her mouth is moving but it's like you can't hear her. "I'm taking Y/n to retire to her chambers." She tells them, and lifts her lady by the arm. She moves mindlessly in response, barely lucid if at all. Partway through the journey Arya stops and rushes to rest her hand against her love's cheek, her eyes crossing over every feature twice. "What's wrong, my love?" She asks so quiet that you almost don't hear it. She's still holding your hand and sends a little squeeze. She moves the hand reluctantly to your forehead–scared of what she might find there. And sure enough a glaring heat permeates. Her eyes bulge and her grip tightens. She swallows her fears however. "Darling, you're ill." She bit on her lower lip. "I'll take care of you, don't worry." Her voice is breathy and nervous as she starts to retreat her hand from your forehead and instead uses it to wrap around your waist. She holds you tightly to your discomfort. You walk together in silence until you enter your chambers–newly gifted to you. She guides you to the bed and finally lets go to release you on the bed. Her suffocating air dissipates as she steps back, freeing you for the first time in weeks. You roll over in a sleepy haze. She frowns. "Why won't you speak to me?" Arya utters.
You don't reply further than an incomprehensive murmur. She isn't satisfied. "I love you." Her tone sounds betrayed, her eyes flitting over your form. "I cloth you, I feed you." The longer she talks the more she is confusing herself and her volume raises though doesn't stir you. "Why won't you love me? I would kill for you." She rushes to your side in a sudden surge of adrenaline, urgency dripping from her tongue. "Go ahead and ask me to I will do it, I swear to you!" She clasps her hands around your own and squeezes tightly–trying to squeeze any droplet of love from your hands. She'll take what she can get at this point she has wanted for the affection once shown to her so many years ago and when you met you were so kind to her, she could finally repay the favour to you. She had lay bleeding on a street and you took her in so warmly, you welcomed her no matter how your beloved thought of her. He was a mere obstacle–a perfect demonstration to show you the warrior she could be with the power of your presence. Arya stares into your closed eyes and fights the burning frustration set alight in her. She sighs and gazes at your sleepy face. She slowly rests her left hand against the side of your face to cup it as though trying not to startle you–you have became a young doe to her, in need of protecting, of nurture. For a second she tricks herself into believing you will accept her but you flinch the second she makes contact. Arya freezes at the clarity but she swallows and continues to lay her hand there. She knows deep in her heart that no matter how aware she is, she will not be able to let you go even when you cry and beg because without you it all means nothing. The only person on her list that gave her the release and freedom she longed for was your previous betrothed because it meant time was not wasted and she could still have meaning. The only vengeance that worked out for her. She stayed stroking your cheek that night until she too fell asleep
What Arya hadn't anticipated was the strong will that her sister Sansa had blossomed as she grew. She didn't anticipate the breweries she had learned of in King's Landing to raise your temperature just long enough to bring you rest for your journey ahead. Sansa thought of this as she crept into your rooms. When she stepped in she carefully made her way to your bed, your figure already slinking carefully from your sheets. Arya lay sleeping on the floor beside your bed, humming in low snores. You head snapped as you realised Sansa's presence. You let out a relieved sigh. "Thank the gods." You told her, grateful for the kindness she had given you. She carried a large bag with her. "For your clothes, I have already snuck enough coins for you. The men are waiting outside." She rushed out as quietly as she could manage, flickering her gaze worriedly at Arya's hunched figure. She thrust the bag into your arms and then as many clothes and food she could manage inside it. Your hands rushed about while you tiptoed lightly. Sansa couldn't help the wavering guilt as she caught glances at her sister but she herself had been a victim of unwilful abduction and she couldn't let another be even if it was by someone she cared for. However, her morals didn't stop their shaking as she guided you through the doors and helped carry you into the carriage she had paid to be as discreet as possible. Sansa turns to leave but you grasp her hand quickly. Your eyes look to her in unfiltered gratitude as you speak to her. "I will never forget you for this." You tell her to whcih she lets out a stunned nod quickly and once more pushes you into the carriage and tells the men to leave. She watches the carriage as it surges forward, knowing what she will be waking up to in the morrow...
