Hi, could I get a Game of Thrones ship + Prompt 32? I prefer to be paired with a male character. I'm an extroverted brown haired and eyed girl (ENFJ) and while I am normally nice, if someone says something disrespectful of my family or friends you'll probably hear what I have to say to that matter. I'm a Slytherin, as I always push myself to be better at what I do. I'm not one to judge a book by its cover, and my main hobbies are drawing and debating about political matters. Thank you !!
Characters: Reader x Oberyn Martell
Warnings: —
Prompt: 32. “Oh God… I think I’m in love with you.”
Word Count: 414
A/N: the way in which im writing all these during class time....................... cant wait to get my ass kicked this semester when it’s exam time
NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!
It’s a quiet morning, save for the sounds of your sword clashing against Oberyn’s and the crashing waves against the rocks. Oberyn knows no place can compare to the beauty of Dorne, but he has to admit that the scene is breathtaking — the early sunshine glittering against the water, bouncing pockets of glitter that move with the waves. And when your swords are tilted at the right angle, when it hits the sun just right, it’s almost as if the both of you are wielding the light itself, two gods fighting with the power of the sun.
Oberyn darts backwards, breathless, his shoes scuffing against the rocks. He’s careful not to go too close to the edge, not to fall into the waves. The little spot by the water is perfect for a fight, the perfect area for the both of you to spar away from the chaos of the city.
“Never expected to find a worthy rival here in King’s Landing.” Oberyn teases, pointing his sword at you, and you playfully roll your eyes. Rotating your sword around your wrist, you pace around Oberyn, your steps cautious compared to Oberyn’s.
“You think too highly of yourself.” you respond, and you bite on your tongue, knowing that you’re playing with fire as Oberyn raises an eyebrow in disbelief. But he likes it, the challenge, and a smirk dances across his face as he takes a step closer to you.
Instead of a witty comeback, he lunges forward, taking you by surprise as you just barely manage to fend him off. Your swords clang together, and he gets the upper hand, your swords locking. He hovers above you, pushing down against you as you shakily struggle to push back against him, and he says, “Perhaps you spoke too soon.”
You grit your teeth, straining against him. Diverting his strength to the side, you manage to duck under Oberyn’s arm before he can stop you. He spins around, only to come face to face with your sword, the tip of the blade under his chin. You raise an eyebrow, before retorting, “You were saying?”
The delighted grin that appears on Oberyn’s face makes you smile. “Oh God… I think I’m in love with you.”
Your cheeks get hot, and you lower your sword, desperately hoping to not appear flustered by Oberyn’s flirting. Titling your head, you ask, “So did I win this fight?”
Oberyn laughs, before reluctantly responding, “I suppose. But I demand a rematch.”
