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Hello! ☀❤ For the Halloween celebration, maybe Robb/Margaery + 🎃. Kisses 💋
Uhm, lemme see, maybe something North&South or Pride&Prejudice inspired? I just really want some historical aristocracy fic, with marriage proposals and balls <3
honestly it’s been 84 years BUT I wrote the thing! better late than never??? love me xxx
“There she is.”
Theon stepped up next to him to survey the ballroom, eyes landing on the woman that had captured Robb’s whole attention the moment their eyes had crossed across a crowded room a fortnight ago. Now she was here, elegantly dressed and laughing at something his sister was saying.
Margaery Tyrell had become fast friends with Sansa; then again, she was sure to become fast friends with just about anybody she was introduced to, it seemed.
Robb was enamoured.
“And you say you have been made her acquaintance?” Theon leaned in to ask him, though Robb knew he was just humouring him. His best friend cared little for matters of the heart when he preferred to find his entertainment varied and as subtle as a boulder being dropped in a pond. “So, go ask her for a dance. They’re gearing up for another one soon.”
“She’s already engaged for the next three,” he muttered in response, casting his eyes away when Miss Tyrell looked over towards him, that sly smile of hers briefly gracing her lips before he tried to pretend he hadn’t been staring. “I believe she’s the most courted woman in the South.”
A laugh came from his friend, who turned to clap a hand on his shoulder. “Stark, why are you blushing like a maiden? You’re a catch, my friend. Go get the girl before it’s too late.”
And the fact of the matter was, Robb had never been one to shy away from interactions with the opposite sex. He had his fair share of suitors himself, and could hold a woman’s interest if he so wished. But there was something about this particular woman that rendered him quite speechless.
Still, Theon was right. “Will you join me, then?” he asked him, not waiting for a response as he made his way around the room, shaking hands here or there, bowing his head as he passed other members of the gentry towards the ladies.
“Mr. Stark,” Margaery Tyrell greeted him when they approached, turning to face them with all the grace of an accomplished lady. “Your sister and I were just speaking of you and how little you seem to dance.”
The opening had been placed upon his hands as easy as anything, and Robb marvelled at the opportunity to smile at her. “You’re quite mistaken, I rather enjoy dancing. As do you, I imagine; I’ve heard there’s a queue for your hand?”
The laughter that left her was tinkling, accompanied by bright eyes and a gentle hand on his elbow. Theon and Sansa had disappeared as far as he was concerned, focused as he was on the woman before him.
“It seems you’ve been asking about me, too.” The sly smile was back.
It should’ve made him blush, but Robb managed to keep his countenance. “Indeed. I’d be honoured if you’d grant me a turn.”
“Nothing would please me more,” Margaery replied, easily shifting her eyes towards their friends. “Mr. Greyjoy, perhaps you could accompany my dear friend Sansa as well. It would be a joyous occasion to dance all together.”
A twinkle in Theon’s eye matched one in Sansa’s as he bowed his head at his sister with a nod, holding out his hand. “Please, Miss Stark, if I may?”
“Certainly,” Sansa replied with a mirroring smile, taking the offered hand and allowing herself to be led away towards the centre of the room where other couples were getting ready for the next dance.
Which meant... “I’m afraid I’ve promised this dance to Mr. Baratheon, Mr. Stark,” Miss Tyrell told him, attention fully focused on him once more. “But I look forward to ours. Do strive to keep yourself entertained in the meanwhile.”
With a curtsy, she was off to stand in front of Renly Baratheon as the violins took up, and Robb was left with a ghost of a smile on his face. As if he wouldn’t keep himself entertained, hanging onto her every movement while he waited. Tempting as it was, to watch the way her skirts flowed behind her, the way her artfully styled hair was ever so slightly altered with the exertion, and her laugh bounced along the walls of the room as she conversed with her companion.
It was only a while later that Robb realised he had done precisely this, stood there with a glass of wine in hand watching Margaery Tyrell dance, and he gathered himself. It wouldn’t do any good to pine from afar – not even if he could’ve sworn she had looked over a few times, only to smile further.
Dances came and dances went, and Robb managed to put her out of his mind somewhat successfully while he danced with Myrcella Baratheon and another with his own sister, counting down the minutes until his turn with the most coveted woman of the ball arrived.
And arrive it did. Margaery sought him out in the crowd. “Mr. Stark, I believe it’s our time,” she announced herself at his side. “I’ve made my enquiries and watched you for the last couple and I have high expectations now. You are quite an adept dancer.”
Robb smiled back at her, guiding her towards the centre of the room, the way her hand felt against his sending goosebumps across his skin. “Well, I’ve had many years to practice. Though you excel at the art like nobody else I’ve met.”
“Oh, I do love to dance,” she agreed, with the easiness of somebody who was used to being complimented often, taking her position before him, that ever-present smile still on her lips. “But the enjoyment is ever exacerbated with an engaging partner.”
This woman would be the death of him. “Is that what I am?” Robb asked her regardless, curiosity and excitement burning behind his own eyes as they began the dance, stepping closer with their forearms touching on one side, then the other.
“I can’t fathom anyone has any complaints about you.”
“And you? Do you have any complaints about me?”
Margaery’s eyes twinkled again as they fell into step side by side; he couldn’t keep facing forward, but turned his face towards her as she responded, “Perhaps one.”
All the more interested, Robb’s eyebrows rose on his forehead, enjoying the playful nature of her being. “And what would that be, may I ask?”
“You may. But whether or not I choose to answer is another matter entirely,” she replied, a hint of teasing behind her voice.
“Are you always this elusive?”
They parted to move in a roundel, around each other, once and again, pausing their conversation to go with the flow of the dance, but Margaery never stopped smiling. A pleasant countenance that made him never want to look away.
Instead of responding to his question, Margaery said, “Your family is delightful. Your sister Sansa in particular, I’ve never met a girl so charming.”
They spoke about his family, then. It was Sansa’s coming out season, and she had received every attention that an eligible lady was expected to receive on the occasion. She thrived in King’s Landing, and hated the North. Robb spoke of their estate, Winterfell, answering every question Margaery had about it, and its fabled grandeur, before telling him about Highgarden.
“It’s the spring I would miss most if I went North,” she declared passionately. “The flowers, in every shade imaginable. The vibrant greenery everywhere. It’s wonderful. You should come visit sometime, Mr. Stark. I dare say you would find it delightful as well.”
She was delightful, Robb thought to himself. “If you would have me, I would be hard pressed to decline such a generous offer.”
The music came to a stop as the dance ended, facing each other once more, and Robb bowed his head for her as she curtsied, and they smiled at each other for a moment, unwilling to part.
“Thank you for the honour, Miss Tyrell,” he offered after a moment, not knowing what else to say, very much wishing to continue their conversation but not wanting to seem improper.
Margaery walked closer to him. “And you, sir.” Without taking her eyes off him, she added, “If I were to pick out a flaw of yours, Mr. Stark. It would be that you can be quite oblivious.”
Robb stared at her as she curtsied once more with that smile of hers that seemed to hold the world’s secrets, and walked away.
Oblivious.
A smile crept onto his face. Perhaps. But cowardly he was not. And Robb Stark had just set his mind on making Margaery Tyrell his wife.
omg READ ISOLATION by bex-chan, it's the "it" fic next to the Fallout 👀 (which imo is not as good but most people say that's *the* classic) and you absolutely gotta read How to Win Friends and Influence People by olivieblake which features enemies to lovers, fake relationships (THEY GET ENGAGED and it's the funniest thing) and lots of snark 💗 (sorry about the screaming in your inbox, I'm just excited to talk about dhr with a fellow larrie 🥺)
OMG THANK YOU!!! are they all in fanfaction.net?? i’m so excited to read them omg i’ll probably do it tonight!!! ahhh AND SAME GOD most people ship drarry so it’s so !!!! to find a larrie that also likes dramione :’)
Magical-world, royal au. Louis is the court magician’s apprenticeship, Harry is the crown prince. Louis has pined for Harry for years from afar, but of course, he has no chance. Especially not when Harry has been engaged to marry the first daughter of a neighboring kingdom.
On the night before the big wedding, Louis is miserable and wallowing, when he gets a surprise…Harry’s fiancee is there, and she has a problem: she doesn’t think Harry is really in love with her, and she isn’t either. She wants Louis to perform a spell or brew a potion or something that will make her into someone Harry can love and that will love him back. Louis is conflicted but agrees. However, magic is tricky…and the spell ends up putting Louis in the fiancee’s body, and vice versa. After all, what better way to make her someone who loves Harry than to put Louis’s mind in her body?
Well, Louis is flipping shit, but he has no time to fix this before the wedding. So he, in someone else’s body, marries Harry. While he tries to figure out how to fix this mess, Harry is falling in love with the woman he thinks he married…she seems different now. More genuine, more funny, someone he could really connect with. Almost like she’s an entirely new person.
Louis doesn’t know how to break the news to Harry, and he also doesn’t know what will happen if he does get back in his body…surely Harry won’t end his arranged marriage for something as silly as true love?
send me two numbers and I’ll tell you how I’d write the fic!
today I am missing lyab A LOT 🥺 can you give me some inside information please? 👀
this made my heart MELT 🥺 i’ll give u a tiny snippet bc u deserve it im sorry im garbage and its taking so long 😔 but i want it to be good and not half assed bc the characters deserve my full attention and best work (its under the cut so no spoilers for ppl who dont want them)
“I don’t know,” Niall hedges, “I think he held his own pretty well. Against you, of all people. Don’t know if you know this, but that takes some unshakable resolve. I have newfound respect for him.”
Harry stares, incredulous. Anger and annoyance simmer just underneath his skin, so close to breaking through. “Fine, that’s wonderful, I’m delighted you have newfound respect for someone who just walked out on you, ” he snipes, and, yes, he’s angry that Louis had the audacity to do what he just did, but it’s more than that. He’s putting himself in danger, this time doing so intentionally. “He’s my — Niall, he’s my person.” The words come out like a plea and Harry isn’t quite sure what he’s pleading for. Don’t lie to yourself.
“Did you tell him that?”
“Yes.”
That gets Niall’s attention. He stares at Harry for a long beat and then shakes his head. “You’re lying.”
“I told him he’s my soulmate. Then I made him forget it.”
It takes less than half a second for understanding to settle into Niall’s features. He walks closer to where Harry is, lifts an arm and reaches behind Harry for something — hits the back of Harry’s head. Hard. “You are a certified ass. You’re a horrible, horrible, self-absorbed bastard. Horrible.”
I would die for Harry's pov, I just wanna see him being all pining schmoopy "I can't believe he loves me too" heart eyes @ Louis. Ooh and maybe some Louis too, he must be going through some really weird/awkward moments with the twins :D
I am leaning towards Harry just because there are a lot of fun moments I can possibly tell from his POV, but ah!! I gotta outline and figure out what all these scenes will be
