#Richard Madden Fanfiction
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Last Update: 2023-12-16
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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✠ Betrayal￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by fearlessmercenaryimagines-blog • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Before the war everything was so different, Robb and [you] were deeply in love… Robb was an great husband and an incredible father... [You] were the perfect family unit and nothing would ever separate them or so [you] thought."
✠ Queen in the North￨Prt. II￨Prt. III ￨Prt. IV￨Prt. V￨Prt. VI by thebestandworstdayofjune • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[Your parents] sent [you] to live with the Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, [you] seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than [you] had ever noticed."
✠ United in Fear￨Prt. II￨Prt. III￨Prt. IV ￨Prt. V￨by justfandomwritings • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • 🚫 •
Summary: "The names were the greatest mystery in Westeros... [No kingdom] could agree on where they were from or how they came to be... [However,] all seemed to agree on one thing: they were a gift."
✠ A Lord Needs A Lady by ardentmuse • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: Exhausted and overwhelmed, you sneak away from the king's feast into the god's word to take a dip in Hot Springs. However, things get more heated than you bargained for when the heir of Winterfell interrupts your bath.
✠ A Queens Desire by talesof-old • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Robb finds the idea of you having children a little too much to handle."
✠ Be My Queen by mylittlefandomfanfictions • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[Robb and you have been in love for many years]. Now that he is King in the North, he has chosen you as the woman he wants to... make his Queen. There's just [the issue of] asking for your hand..."
✠ Best Friend by axelsagewrites • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: "After a decade of friendship Robb is finally able to recognise his love but only after his best friend starts looking for a husband that isn't him."
✠ Cloak by axelsagewrites • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: When the reader returns to winterfell after being attacked she finds herself having night terrors again and only one person is able to make them stop.
✠ Danger that Befalls You by justauthoring • 16+ • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
Summary: When Rob left for war, he requested you, his wife, remain in Winterfell and look after his brothers. He thought it would be safer; little did he'd believing you vulnerable to Theon, following the Iron princes betrayal.
✠ Feasts and Possessiveness by letsasoiaftogether • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: When Joffrey takes a worried some interest in you, Robb's betrothed, the young wolf struggles to keep his jealousy in check; you assure him that he's the only man that will ever hold your heart.
✠ First and Last by ijustwant2write •
Summary: {…}
✠ Flowers by fearlessmercenaryimagines-blog •
Summary: The daughter of a simple yet well-respected flower merchant in Winterfell …
✠ I Miss You by axelsagewrites • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You] misses spending quality time with [your] husband when the war is raging and draws him back into bed."
✠ Jealousy by hearmeroarasoiaf • 16+ • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine being a Lannister and Robb makes you jealous by flirting with someone else."
✠ Lady Lannister by darkdevasofdestruction • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "The first time [you] met, it was love at first sight. He favoured his Tully side, with gorgeous icy-blue eyes and shiny auburn hair, charming every lady in the North with a simple smile and wink."
✠ Lady Stark by evieurusrex • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: the day Rob met, you was the day, his world turned upside down, and neither of you could be happier about it.
✠ Longing￨Prt. II by mylittlefandomfanfictions • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "Robb Stark is your best friend, but he's also the man you're in love with. Now he's away at war and you want nothing more than for him to come home."
✠ Lord and Lady of House Stark by hiatuswhore • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Oh to be young and in love. Foolish really, in the Game of Thrones there's no room for love. Only life and death."
✠ Marriage Night by axelsagewrites • 〔F〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "After your arranged marriage ceremony you and your new husband finally have alone time for the first time."
✠ May I Have this Dance by mylittlefandomfanfictions • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "When Robb happens upon you and his siblings teaching Rickon how to dance, the young boy insists Robb join them."
✠ Provoked by Jealousy by bluesfortheredj • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: {…}
✠ Red Revenge by julessworldd • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: {…}
✠ Sometimes by luna-writes-stuff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You have been betrothed to Robb for a while now, but a his royal duties after Bran fell lay heavy on his health, you force him to take a break, in which he rants to you about his doubts over Theon's questioning words."
✠ Wolf's Territory, the by mylittlefandomfanfictions • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: "[Catching] the eye of Jamie Lannister, the Kingslayer [quickly recognizes] Robb's feelings for you, antagonizing the young wolf with his relentless flirting. You, [however,] can't understand why Robb is so angry."
✠ Awkward Arrangement by hearmeroarasoiaf • 16+ • 〔F〕 •
✠ Always There by blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms • 〔A᜶C〕 • 🚫 •
✠ Catelyn's Ward by megsironthrone • 〔C〕 •
✠ Cozy in Your Arms by the-dendrophile-bookdragon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ Direwolf Pups by megsironthrone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ Distraction by multi-fandom-imagines8 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ Good Night Dear Husband
✠ Grief by multifandomhaven • 〔C〕 •
✠ Hidden Feelings by bonniebird • 〔F〕 •
✠ I Can't Wait by you-plus-them • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✠ I Hate that I Don't Hate You by bluesfortheredj • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ King's Envy, the by bonniebird • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ My Wife by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ No Words by fallatyourfeet • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✠ Outside the Norm by megsironthrone • 〔F〕 •
✠ Over the Moon by delicrieux • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✠ Passion by blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ Pondwater Eyes by delicrieux • 〔F〕 •
✠ Proud by letsasoiaftogether • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ Return to Winterfell by fallatyourfeet • 〔F〕 •
✠ Since the Age of Four by breanime • 〔F〕 •
✠ Worry by megsironthrone • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ You Must Really Love Me by justauthoring • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ Arguing w/ Robb Stark... by imagines-all-day-everyday • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ Being Robb's Queen… by valeskafics • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ Being Robb's Wife... by tessimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ Carrying Robb's Baby... by fallatyourfeet • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✠ Courting Robb... by itsgameofthronesimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ His Favourite Trait of Yours is... by persuasivus • 〔F〕 •
✠ Life w/ Robb After War… by imagines-all-day-everyday • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✠ Robb Being Protective... by imagines-all-day-everyday • 〔F〕 •
✠ S.F.W. Alphabet by ladywinterwitch • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
See Also: Navigation || Robb Stark Master Index
Authors: @axelsagewrites || @ardentmuse || @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms || @bluesfortheredj || @bonniebird || @breanime || @darkdevasofdestruction || @delicrieux || @eviesaurusrex || @fallatyourfeet || @fearlessmercenaryimagines-blog || @hearmeroarasoiaf || @hiatuswhore || @ijustwant2write || @imagines-all-day-everyday || @itsgameofthronesimagines || @julessworldd || @justauthoring || @justfandomwritings || @ladywinterwitch | @letsasoiaftogether || @megsironthrone || @multifandomhaven || @multi-fandom-imagines8 || @mylittlefandomfanfictions || @persuasivus || @talesof-old | @tessimagines || @thebestandworstdayofjune || @the-dendrophile-bookdragon || @valeskafics || @writingfortoomanyfandoms || @you-plus-them ||
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part fourteen: reacquaint
Pairing: Ikaris x Reader
Summary: part fourteen of a fanfiction and they haven’t kissed yet? but don't worry folks shit is heating up in this one! after that we get a catch up, I'm always thinking about pizza and we find out some stuff y/n doesn't even know
Words: 2708
Warning: swearing, some nsfw shit 18+! What can I say I love the idea of face riding a tall good looking man that broods.
link to part thirteen
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Ikaris closes the door by pushing you against it, and goes straight for your neck. He breathes in deep, inhaling your scent.
His left hand grips the back of your thigh, holding you in place, while his right hand inches up your hip, slowly pushing your shirt up. The feeling of his fingers on your skin makes you shiver in anticipation. You snake your arms around his neck, and grip his hair.
“You alright love?” His accent is thick, but it’s more muffled by your jaw he presses his lips against, making you look at the ceiling.
You nod, but he hums, “talk to me, Y/N.”
He moves his hand from your hip, and you go to protest, but he cups your cheek, “Y/N.”
You take a deep breath, “you feel good,” you say quietly, cheeks turning a bright red.
He gives you a grin, “you like how I touch you?” He asks you, and while his voice is soft, his words are not.
His words send a rush of electricity straight to your core. You manage to make eye contact, and you know he can tell how his words affect you.
“I do,” you finally answer, biting your lip, “you make me feel good.”
“Love,” he leans in towards you, breathing the word onto you, “I always wanna make you feel good.”
His accent is thick, and when you look into his eyes you notice they’ve darkened.
“Will you let me do that?” He pushes his hips harder against yours, keeping you in place as he reaches his other hand up to cup your cheek.
“Hm?” he nearly cooes before leaning over and kissing your cheek.
“I’ve missed you,” he continues speaking as he leans over and kisses the other cheek.
“So much,” he adds on, going to kiss your forehead.
You can’t take it. You move your head quickly to meet his lips with yours.
When your lips meet it feels like a circuit being completed. You feel the electricity move between the two of you warm and complete.
You pull away, opening your eyes to meet his own.
“Y/N,” he whispers, “please,” he’s begging, but he doesn’t know what for.
You don’t say anything, instead you smash your lips against his.
This time, he kisses you back fervently. You're grabbing his hair, his cheeks, his shoulders, anything to steady yourself.
He’s grabbing your hips, rocking against your core against the door, causing you to arch your back into him.
He pulls his lips away from yours, before attacking your neck.
His arms snake around your back and he’s suddenly carrying you across the room, setting you gently down on the bed.
“Ikaris,” you sigh out, “kiss me” you reach out for him, breathless.
He complies, falling against you as your lips meet again. He groans against your mouth when you buck your hips into him and you smirk. You’re about to do it again when there’s a knock at the door.
“Ignore it,” Ikaris pants in your mouth.
“Agreed,” you breathe out as you pull his hair, making him groan out. You take the chance to push him back onto the bed.
The knocking persists as you straddle him against the headboard.
“Ikaris! Y/N! Open the door!” The voice is muffled and indistinguishable as you rock your hips against Ikaris’ groin as you peck kisses along his neck.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, grabbing your hips to help you move. You grab at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off of his body.
He lifts his arms up to help and when you sit back in his lap to look at him, you have to stop yourself from audibly moaning.
“Oh my god,” you mumble as you trace your finger along his collarbone.
He lets out a chuckle and places his hand over yours, moving it lower towards his v-line.
“Like what you see?” He whispers, accent somehow thicker with arousal.
“Yes,” you immediately reply, your brain more focused on the feel of his hard-on under your palm.
He presses his nose into your neck and you giggle. God you felt like a horny teenager.
The door bursts open before you can even process it. You yelp from the intrusion, pushing yourself closer into your husband, trying to shield yourself.
Bucky strolls in unfazed, gun in hand with Phastos and Bruce behind me, “control yourselves, they’re ready to talk.”
“What?” You turn your head, while trying to push Ikaris from your neck.
He doesn’t budge, but just mumbles ‘no’ into your skin. You rest your hands in his hair and try to control your breathing.
“Fitzsimmons are ready to talk,” Bruce informs, though uncomfortably from the doorway and looking at the ceiling.
“Great,” Ikaris replies, “now get the fuck out.”
You hit his chest, “Ikaris! We have to go.”
He raises his mouth to your ear, “not until I’ve had a taste of you,” he nips your earlobe.
Your face burns as you clear your throat, “everyone out we’ll be there in twenty.”
The door shuts quickly and you crash your lips into his again.
“You’re so fucking hot,” you pant against his mouth as he starts to unzip your pants above him.
You lift yourself off his lap so he can pull your pants and underwear down, and when you sit back down on his cock he can feel your juices soak through his pants to his boxers.
“Shit love,” he groans, bucking up into you, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Fuck me,” you pop his belt open and rip it off, before unzipping his pants.
You giggle trying to pull them off, but finally manage with his help. He finds the bottom of your shirt and pulls it off your body, groaning at your bare chest.
“Ikaris,” you pull on the band of his boxers, “please fuck me.”
He shakes his head, “we don’t have time,” before you can whine though, he’s kissing your lips, “don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll still make you feel good.”
He grips your hips and slides you up his chest as he lays farther down into the pillows. He lifts his head up and takes a nipple in his mouth.
“Fuck,” you moan out at the feeling of his toned abs on your clit, the friction making you dizzy.
Ikaris catches onto your hip rolls, and moves his hands along on your hips, helping you.
“That feel good?” His voice is quiet, but hoarse.
You nod, both hands on his chest as you rock against it.
“Here love,” he takes his mouth off you to move you further up towards his face.
Oh.
You audibly whine when he grabs your ass in both palms, lifting you over his face.
You sit up on your knees, hovering over him.
“Are you sure Ikaris? You don’t have to,” you run your fingers through his hair.
“Y/N,” he presses down on your thighs, making your knees fall.
Fuck.
“Ikaris,” you moan back as he languidly licks the inside of your thigh, licking the excess juices from your core.
“Sit on my face, pretty girl,” he says, kissing each side of your thigh, before zoning in on your core.
He presses a kiss to your clit that has you keening, putting your full weight onto your husband's head. He keeps you steady with one hand, as the other grips your thigh.
The noises coming from his mouth and your own are obscene. You’re both fully moaning out, you into the air, but his moans send a vibration right into the bottom of your stomach, making you even louder.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you start rocking your hips against his face as he helps guide you with one hand, the other going up to squeeze the under side of your breast.
“Fuck my face,” he mumbles into your core, flicking at your nipple. You barely hear him through the haze of pleasure, reaching down to grab harder at his scalp, your other hand steady against the wall.
You feel sparks throughout your body, sending zaps through your fingers and toes. You feel your high approaching, but just need a little more.
“Ikaris,” you’re just moaning at this point, barely able to rock your hips. He completely takes over your movement with one hand on your hip, the other reaching up towards your core.
He slides two fingers into your channel with no hesitation, and you can hear the slick noises as he moves them in and out.
“Oh fuck,” you throw your head back, “fuck I’m so close.”
You feel like magic.
“Fuck fuck shit,” you’re babbling at this point, but Ikaris keeps his speed up. His fingers hit right at your g-spot as he sucks on your clit.
You feel like electricity.
He rocks you harder down onto his face, and you’re so so close.
“Ikaris,” you’re barely breathing, “I’m gonna- gonna”
“Cum for me,” he speeds up his fingers and you see stars.
You feel waves of pleasure as you gush against his mouth, arching your back, “fuck Ikaris,” you cry out as you ride your high out.
He continues to ministrations on your pussy until you’re trying to move off of his face, he finally relents and lays you on your back.
“Ikaris,” you mumble out with a smile, “that was amazing.”
He pecks your lips, “I’m glad.”
You look down to see a large stain on his boxers. You look back up to his face to see his cheeks red.
“I uh-” he starts to say, but you cut him off with a kiss.
“That’s so hot,” you say into his mouth, running your hands on his hard chest.
“You’re so perfect for me,” he says into your mouth before pulling away.
He kisses your forehead, “we should get going.”
You groan oat, stretching your arms, “you’re probably right,” you look around the room, “where are my clothes?”
Ikaris gets up from the bed, opening a dresser drawer. He comes back to the bed with a fresh pair of underwear and black leggings.
You lift up the clothing, inspecting it, “are these mine?”
He nods, and you furrow your eyebrows.
“What is it?” He asks as you shrug the leggings on.
“I don’t know,” you shrug, still shirtless as you walk up to him, “I guess I was expecting something less modern.”
“I still have all our old clothes from the years together,” he’s casual, grabbing a shirt to put on.
You grab the shirt from him though, using your free hand to feel his chest.
“That’s sweet,” you say absentmindedly, tracing his sternum with the tip of your finger.
He breathes out, “yeah?”
You nod, “yeah,” before kissing him sweetly. Kissing him was addicting. His lips were soft, but firm against yours.
“You keep kissing me like that and we won’t leave this room,” he warns, sliding his hands up your bare back.
“Hm, sounds horrible,” you’re sarcastic as you press your chest against his.
“You’re eager,” his voice thickens as your nipples harden against him.
“So are you,” you smirk, giving him a quick peck before stepping away, “what are my shirt options?”
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“Is it appropriate to bring snacks to an interrogation?” You question aloud from your spot in front of the fridge.
“I got blueberries from the farmers market,” Bruce chimes in, sitting at the counter with his laptop.
“We should be having dinner,” Bucky calls out from the dinner table, “I’m in the mood for pizza.”
“Wanda makes the best pizza,” you groan out in front of the fridge, spotting the blueberries, “the sauce is to die for.”
“Sokovian sauce is better,” Bruce agrees and you nod.
You shut the fridge with your hip, blueberries in hand, and turn to Ikaris, “want a snack?”
He smirks, “no, I already had one,” he kisses your cheek.
“Yeah that tired me out,” you admit, and he hangs his arm over your shoulder, so you lean into him.
“Hopefully not too tired,” he murmurs into your neck, “I’m not done with you.”
You give him a quick kiss, and smile, “good.”
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After talking with Sam and Bucky, you decided that only a few people would be in the interrogation room.
That would include you, Sam, Bucky, Ikaris, Phastos and Bruce.
It was times like these that you missed Natasha. She was the best at this kind of thing. She could get the worst kind of people to talk in five minutes.
“Hey Natty,” you sigh, looking down, “I’ve got a lot to tell you.”
You sit down on the ground in front of the royal azaleas, “turns out I’m not who I thought I was.”
“Now I don’t know who I am,” you admit to the plant, “I don’t know if I really ever knew.”
“I’m married,” you state bluntly, “and I can fly and fighting aliens isn’t as big of a deal as we thought it was.”
You feel the flower between your fingers gently. “Fitzsimmons betrayed me,” you continue, “Morgan started kindergarten and Bucky has a cat.”
“We knew going back in time had its risks,” you take a deep breath, “I just didn’t think I’d lose you when I did.”
You sniffle, “and I know I can take comfort in the fact that you’re at rest,” you take a deep breath, “I just really miss you.”
You pause.
“Natasha,” you start, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who to trust,” you continue, “and I certainly don’t know what’s next.”
“I guess what I’m saying is that I wish you were here,” you say, “because you’d know what to do. You always knew what to do.”
“Even when it came down to life or death,” you say quietly, “you knew what to do.”
“And even if I do know what to do,” you let out a shaky breath, “what if I’m not strong enough?”
“You’re the strongest person I know,” you say, “or you were.”
You sniffle.
“Give me strength Nat,” you whisper, placing your hands on the ground to lift yourself up, “I really need it.”
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You make your way back into the interrogation room and take a seat between Ikaris and Sam.
“Hey,” you clear your throat, giving Ikaris a small smile.
“Hi love,” he greets, leaning back in his chair.
Bucky walks in soon after carrying a drink.
He sets it on the table, and notices Ikaris’ stare.
You’re staring at your fingers in your lap, picking at them so he’s not subtle.
Ikaris nods towards the hall.
Bucky takes the cue, leaving the room.
Ikaris moves to leave too, but your hand on his shoulder stops him, “where are you going?” You ask, still sitting in the chair.
“I’ll be right back,” he kisses your forehead on instinct, “just gotta use the bathroom.”
“Okay,” you smile, turning to talk to Sam next to you.
Ikaris steps out and nods at Bucky.
“How’d you get them to talk?” He cuts to the chase, crossing his arms.
“You won’t tell her?” Bucky asks.
Ikaris shakes his head.
“I showed them the footage of Y/N in the lab,” he answers.
“Pretending to interrogate them?” Ikaris asks and Bucky nods.
“She was doing it for about five minutes before you walked in,” Bucky adds on.
“It’s a good idea,” Ikaris responds, “thank you.”
“I’d do anything for Y/N,” Bucky tells him, “she’s my sister.”
Ikaris nods, understanding the relationship between the two of you.
“Thank you,” he says again before making his way back into the conference room.
“Take the lead,” Sam offers you, “I’ll be there to keep you on track.”
“Sounds good,” you respond.
“Bucky will be back with them soon,” Sam tells you, “and then we can start.”
Ikaris takes a seat next to you, and you shoot him a smile.
“How are you feeling?” He asks gently in your ear.
“A bit nervous,” you whisper to him.
He places his hand on the back of your neck for comfort, messaging it softly.
“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning in for a kiss. He guides your head with his hand, taking your lips in his. He kisses you deeply before pulling away, leaving you breathless.
“Of course love,” he responds before the door opens.
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THEY FINALLY FUCKING KISSED!!!
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I'm sorry I take so long lol much love!
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Can you please do a Richard Madden X male reader husband where its laundry day. Husband is going to pop in another load. Richard is just in a shirt and boxers on his stomach answering emails on his phone. Husband slips off Richards underwear for the load and is enchanted by Richards butt and berry's his face in it. Thank U
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Doing laundry was never a fun thing for Richard so when he met and married his husband, they both agreed that laundry would be left up to y/h/n. Normally he wouldn’t have minded so much but with today being a busy day and not having as much time to get things done before company came for dinner, y/h/n felt like a little help was needed. However, Richard wasn’t about to help in any way as he insisted on laying on the bed scrolling through his phone. Y/h/n rolled his eyes and left Richard to it.
Y/h/n took his time with cleaning as he pottered around the house doing other little chores here and there between the various loads of laundry he had to do.
A couple hours into everything, y/h/n was growing more and more annoyed with the lack of help from Richard, so, he went back into the bedroom to talk to him about pulling his weight. However, when he got there, he saw the best sight ever.
Richard was on his belly scrolling through his phone wearing only a white t-shirt and boxers. He looked beyond delicious. Too delicious to be mad at.
So, with that sight in front of him, y/h/n figured that the best thing to do was to act as though he needed Richard’s clothing. He walked forward and without a single word to his husband, y/h/n removed the boxers faster than Richard could slap a tick and the view of Richard’s bare bum was mouth watering. It was y/h/n’s favorite thing about Richard after all.
“You’re staring.” Richard mumbled as he typed out a reply to the email he had just read.
Y/h/n shook his head and did the only thing that felt right in this situation, he buried his face into Richard’s butt and took a huge bite.
“Ow, what the fuck.” Richard hollered as he clenched his butt.
Y/h/n chuckled.
“Sorry, it was just too good not to do that. Plus, you know what white t-shirts do to me.” Y/h/n replied.
“You sure it was just that?” Richard smirked over his shoulder, full well knowing the real reason.
“Maybe.” Y/h/n answered as he let his hands caress Richard’s right butt cheek.
“You know, I think we could both use a break.” Richard said, throwing his phone down and flipping over so that his penis was on full view for y/h/n.
Eh, to fuck with Laundry day, cleaning could definitely wait.
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Hello Hello‼️‼️
To our readers out there who’s still around for the ride, we are taking requests again 😊 So send them in and we’ll try to get them out as fast as we can in between working on the blog and other things 😊 We love you and can’t wait to see your requests! ~Miya, Nati, Amber & Haley💜💜
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The Last Velaryon
Haelesa is the last daughter of the Velaryon tree, and her house is in danger of dying out. So her father decides to convince Tywin to make her and Jaime wed. Yet when she rides North with the royal family, she can't help but fall for the young wolf Robb Stark.
1 - The Arrangement
2 - Swords and Winterfell
3 - The Feast pt 1
4 - The Feast pt 2
5 - The Wedding I Didn’t Choose
6 - Revealing Letters
7 - The Waring Battlefield
8 - The Truth of Jaime Lannister
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telling robb stark you are pregnant
A/n: Let's leave the war alone for a bit, ok...
Before either of you knew of the joy you were to have, Greywind did
That direwolf would stand in front of you, not letting Robb to touch you, leaving you both confused
Then you figure out you haven't bleed in a while and the thought popped in your mind
Everything your mother told you about being pregnant was slowly becoming real
You saw how your stomach grew
When you told him, he was so happy
His face would light up and a smile played on his face
" You are? " " Oh my, Y/n we will be parents. "
He would tell his family about it, getting congrats and excited cheers
Theon would be a big tease about it, asking you some uncomfortable questions which you got used to from before so it didn't affect you
Robb was more protective over you, telling his best friend to stop it and how it's no place for him to know those things
" I will find that out from you or kid. " If he couldn't tease you, Robb was his victim.
He didn't mind it, the joy of knowing he will be a father were too big for him to even care what Theon was saying.
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mason kane | you are a memory
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words: 3000+
warnings: set during citadel ep3, angst, pain, blood, nothing more than what's in the show
prompt: Reader/oc is a spy for citadel too but she known she was a citadel spy she was safe when the fall happened and when the train event happened and reader thought that they would let mason live a life without the spy life and them so she would continue help out with rebuilding citadel back up etc. maybe building some assets etc then when Nadia and he goes to the safe house they meet back up there some way or another if that makes sense to like Nadia some how got in contact with reader??
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It feels like you’ve waited centuries for that sound: the door opening. For years, you’ve lived in the safe house alone, never stopping your search for other Citadel members and doing what you can to aid them when needed. But few of them survived, and even less had reason to come to you.
But you knew, somehow — or at least hoped — that he would come home. That you’d see him again.
It feels like a dream, then, when Nadia steps through the threshold, offering you a crooked, familiar smirk before shifting aside so he’s in full view behind. There’s a sorrow in her eyes you don’t dare unpack, not yet. For now, your gaze crawls across his frame. He’s barely changed. Hair still short and brushed back, eyes still that unbearably bright blue. Laughter lines bracket his cheeks along with rough, red-tinted stubble, and it feels like no time has passed at all now. An eternity shrinks between you in a second, and your heart restarts, your world turning to colour.
“Mason,” you whisper, voice cracking, tears brimming. You want to run to him, fall into him and never let go, but Nadia is watching and… he is, too, with furrowed brows. Confused.
A cold wave crashes through you as you look at Nadia again, and her nod confirms your fear. He doesn’t know you.
Mason clears his throat, dropping the case to the ground and rubbing his hands together as though trying to warn him. “We know each other, then. You’re the one Nadia told me about. Y/N?” Your name twists across his tongue like a stumbling dancer in their first lesson. Unsure of the steps. Unsure of how it should sound.
Something inside you cracks, but in all your solitary years here, you’ve never allowed yourself to succumb to all the pain and grief dwelling inside you. You’ve never let yourself give up, not on him or on Citadel. So you tip your chin and hope it doesn’t wobble.
“I guess you could say that. I was usually in your ear.” You tap an imaginary earpiece, feeling awkward and stiff and lost. More lost, more alone, than you have in this empty house for years. “I worked on communications in Citadel. Never usually in the field.”
“I can’t believe you’re here after all these years,” Nadia said, voice soft as always. It’s clear that while Mason has lost his memories, she has found hers just fine, and you wonder how that’s fair. How it came to be. “How did you know we were coming?”
“I didn’t. I’ve been here since we went dark ten years ago.”
“Are there more?” Mason glanced around, rubbing the back of his neck. “More people waiting for us?”
You shake your head, a pang of well-hidden grief shooting through you. “No. Just me.”
His gaze snaps to you without warning, piercing and all-consuming and utterly surprised. “You’ve been hiding here alone for the last decade?”
“Yep. So if I start talking to myself, don’t be too worried. I’m not used to company.” You smirk and turn away from him, rubbing your aching sternum. “It was Carter who told me to head here. Said he’d be in contact. We were back and forth for years until he went dark, too. The only connection with Citadel I had left. I tried to track him down, but… I don’t have the field experience. Not like you. Think he’s alive, though.”
“You know where he could be?” Nadia asked.
“I have my theories.”
“As much as I’d love to hear them, I need a shower first. That okay?”
“Knock yourself out.”
She traipses up the stairs with a final, pointed glance as though to say “You’re welcome" for leaving you alone with him. But you’re the opposite of thankful. In front of Nadia, you might be able to act professionally. Unaffected. But it’s just the two of you now, and the man you love doesn’t even know you, and he’d always had a knack for completely unravelling you.
The silence is stifling. You motion to the living room, to the couch. “You should sit. You look like you’ve had a rough time of it.”
His smile is wry. “That’s one word for it.”
You follow him in, and he sighs as he plonks himself down. He pulls a lighter from his pocket and begins flicking it, and for a moment you’re certain that you were wrong; that he knows himself, knows you. It’s such an old, familiar habit. So many times you listened to that metallic click, let it soothe you as you figured out a plan today.
He catches you watching, then, and hope is washed away as quickly as it came. There’s none of that old fondness in his eyes, even if natural confidence still oozes from him like blood from a wound.
He’s Mason, but he isn’t your Mason.
The man you’ve been waiting for, the man for whom you prayed over and over to be alive, is not here anymore.
“Didn’t Bernard ever contact you?” he asks finally.
“No.” You narrow your eyes, wishing you were comfortable enough to sit beside him. Wishing you could reach out, touch him. Ask him where he’s been. You’re not sure you want to know. A lot can happen in ten years, especially to a man who doesn’t know his own name. “Should he have?”
“He’s the one who came to me. Told me who I was. He needed my help.”
That bastard. He’d left you in the dark. Disposed of you. You want to believe that he walked away too, that he needed it to be this way to keep any agents still living safe, but… He could have contacted you. Could have found you here. This safe house is one of the few Citadel-owned places left untouched, unknown by your enemies. Perhaps the silence had protected you, but it also drove you crazy. You’d felt like a prisoner most days, always waiting for your computer to ping or an agent to show up and liberate you.
You’d wasted your life waiting. For Bernard. For Mason. For Citadel.
Your fists clench at your sides, and you can no longer look at Mason. “I didn’t think you’d made it out,” you admitted, voice thickening just slightly. “I thought you were dead.”
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “I don’t understand,” he said quietly. “They just left you here, no contact with any of us? Why?”
“Maybe they didn’t want anybody finding out about this place. It’s the only sanctuary we have left. They wouldn’t compromise that by communicating with me, and honestly, I didn’t know what else to do. Citadel was my life. I had to keep trying, keep hoping…”
It’s a lie, of course. Mason was your life. Citadel was a close second. Bernard had known that; perhaps that’s why he hadn’t bothered to find a way through to you. Perhaps he hadn’t wanted you to know that Mason was still alive, because you’d never been discrete about your feelings for him. You wouldn’t have let him go without a fight, and they’d needed their entire operations to become invisible.
They needed him to forget while you stayed here, a ghost in a house much too big for one person. They’d known that you’d wait for eternity if it meant the chance to see him again.
You finally sit in the armchair across from him, folding your hands on your lap as anger glows like embers in your gut. “I thought you were dead,” you admit. “Carter told me about the train, the explosion… He told me you were probably dead. Both of you.”
Mason looks down at his hands. “I can’t get my memories back. They were destroyed. Gone. I know that I should know you, but I don’t.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. “I guessed as much.”
“There’s no other way, right?”
You shake your head solemnly. “Not that I know of. Then again, nobody tells me anything, clearly.” You can’t help the bitterness seeping into your words.
He rubs a thumb across his chin. “It’s weird. I feel like…” He trails off, and you lean forward curiously.
“What?”
A shrug. “I’ve seen your face before. I got flashes sometimes — memories, I guess. You were in them.”
Your heart lifts just a little.
“And your voice.” His volume lowers. “I heard it. I never knew whose it was. Thought I was going crazy. But it’s yours. It was you.”
Your fingers begin to tremble. You don’t know what to say. It feels cruel, somehow, him telling you this. Dangling hope in front of your face. He can’t know how much it hurts, of course, but it makes you grit your teeth all the same.
“So where did you end up all these years?” you ask, hoping the answer might give you some closure. Some truth.
“I went by Kyle. Got married. Had a daughter.” His mouth upturns at the corners, and it makes you want to die.
He got a new life. You were here, rotting, waiting, and he was making a family.
“Where are they now?”
“Back home,” he says. “With Bernard’s wife. Safe.”
You nod. It’s an effort to keep your features smooth as your gaze snags on a bloodied tear in his jacket. “You’re hurt.”
In an instant, you’re up, heading into the kitchen to grab a first aid kit. When you get back, you motion to his jacket and he takes it off obediently, wincing. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”
A deep one, clearly made by a bullet. You sigh and perch beside him, forgetting that you should probably ask before getting this close to him. Forgetting that you’re not the one who should be tending to his wounds anymore.
He hisses when you dab the saline-soaked cloth to the graze.
“You used to be tougher,” you tease.
He smirks at that, crooked and warm if not steel-edged as a knife. Electricity buzzes through you, because you’ve missed the way he tries not to laugh at your shitty jabs. The way he tries to hide his humour, but it comes out through his cracks all the same. “I wouldn’t know.” And then: “Will you come with us to find Carter?”
The question throws you off-guard, and you look around. This prison is also your shelter, and you’re not sure you know how to jump back into the real world, a world of crime and violence and him. He’s married. He isn’t yours. And why should you aid them, when Bernard cut you away from the rest of the group so cleanly?
“I don’t know,” you confess quietly. “I’ve been hiding for a long time. I think I’m more useful here.”
“We could use all the help we can get.”
The cloth comes away red, but the bleeding has stopped. You get the bandages ready and hum, pretending to deliberate.
He stops you with a hand across yours. “I mean it. I don’t remember how to do this.”
“It’ll come to you.” You snatch your hand away; keep unrolling the bandage. Maybe it’s weak, maybe it’s cowardly, but you need a moment to breathe after this. Need a moment to adjust to a world where Mason isn’t dead, but still isn’t Mason. You need to figure out if keeping this house safe, keeping Citadel and its missing members safe, is worth it after the way they’ve pushed you aside.
“We need you.”
“You did okay without me for the last ten years,” you snap, wishing immediately you could take it back.
Overwhelmed, you abandon the bandages and the wound, averting your gaze because even now it feels too heavy, too dangerous. Like he could strip your skin and bones away if he wanted. Like he could leave you raw.
You used to like that about him. Now you hate it. More so because he doesn’t even realise he’s capable of it.
“I was living a lie.” His voice is firmer now. Raspier. “I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t choose it!”
“Neither did I!” you erupt. “I thought you were dead, Mason! I was here, alone, always wondering if you were. Wondering whether anything would ever change! And now you’re here and you don’t know me, but you’re asking me to be somebody I haven’t been in a very long time. What am I supposed to do with that? How the hell am I supposed to be okay with it?”
A wrinkle burrows between his brows. For moments, he remains unreadable until he finally looks up at you. “We weren’t just working together, were we?”
You can’t answer him. You don’t want to have to tell him that you were in love, that everything that made life worth living had been snatched away the day he went missing.
“Tell me,” he demands, standing up. “Tell me, Y/N. Were we together?”
Your chin wobbles, and you can’t keep pretending. You can’t keep ignoring the hole in your chest. “Yes.”
It’s clear he doesn’t know what to say, and you know that there is nothing he could. Nothing that would make it easier, at least. You are cursed, the one who will remember. The only one who longs for endless nights tangled between the sheets and stupid back-and-forths through his earpiece. You’re the only one who remembers the rush you felt when you worked together, him in the field and you safe by your computer.
You’re the only one who remembers the night he told you he loved you, and the morning you said it back. He gets to move on, gets to feel nothing but indifference, while you carry a decades’ worth of grief and yearning and pain on your back. And you could deal with that before, when your days were made of aimlessly checking for messages or signs of Citadel activity and scrambling your eggs and staying in your pyjamas because nobody saw you anyway, but now he is inescapable and you find yourself wanting to shut the door in his face just so you don’t have to look at it and see the man you used to know buried under the haze and amnesia and this new life you have not been apart of.
Eventually, he steps forward — and somehow looks apologetic. “I wish I remembered,” he whispers. “I’m sorry. But do you honestly want to stay here, alone? There must have been a reason you stayed. It wasn’t just for the view, right?”
For you, you want to say. I was waiting for you.
But he’s right. Your memories might remain intact, but you were once much more than this. You were quick, determined, unrelenting. It had taken years before you stopped searching for sign of Mason every day. But you had. You’d dwindled. Perhaps you’d given up without realising it.
The person you used to be would never have grown this despondent. You would have stitched your own broken heart back together and yanked back your power, proving to Citadel you’re a worthy asset. The only one skilled enough to perform what they needed. To fight terrorism and organised crime from behind a screen.
You miss that fire in your belly. Now, it's no more than ash.
Finally, you turn your hardened stare back to him. “No. It wasn’t just for the view.”
He nods as though he knows your mind has changed, determination sharpening his own face. “Then you’ll help us.”
“I’ll help you,” you decide. Even if it hurts. Even if you’re not sure you want to anymore.
The back of his hand brushes yours, and your skin tingles. You look down and know it was no accident; his fingers twitch from the impact like a bird stunned after hitting the window. When you lock eyes, you see a flicker of him. Your Mason. Arrogance and softness all at once. A lion ready to pounce because he’s never known how to stay still. How did he manage it, being a family man?
What did he think when he saw glimpses of you?
It doesn’t matter. Your Mason might be gone, but so is Kyle. He’s someone new now, and you’ll just have to get to know this new version of him.
Just as he’ll have to get to know this new version of you. You’re not sure who you’ll be yet, still scarred and unsure, but you think that if he can walk through your door and find you against all odds,, maybe you can find him, too.
He keeps his eyes on the view behind the window, eyes turning the same forest green as the trees outside. Still, his arm is warm against yours, his broad shoulders squared and ready.
“Good,” he mutters, sending you a half-smile. “Because I’m going to need somebody to tell me who I really am. Who Mason Kane is.”
That, you might just be able to do. “An asshole,” you quip dryly. “Mason Kane was an asshole.” And god, did he love it when you said so.
As though it’s ingrained in his muscle memory, Mason lets out a chuckle — half-joy and half-disbelief. He raises his brow, flirtatious though you’re not sure he knows it yet. “That right?”
“Yep.” You cross your arms over your chest and try to stifle your hope, but it’s no use. It comes anyway. “With a capital A.”
This man might not be Mason, but he’s a hell of a lot like him. For now, that has to be enough.
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We'll Rule Winterfell Now
Request from @woah-is-this-real-life Maybe Robb and his wife returning to winterfell for the first time after the end of the war. They got married in the camp during the war.
Placing my hands in my husband's he helped me down off my horse since it was much harder to do it on my own with my pregnant belly now. We had gotten married in his war camp and it suprised everyone that a Stark had actually married a Lannister. I am the middle child between the twins and my youngest brother Tyrion. The wind blows through my long blonde hair and I wrapped my arms around myself feeling the long forgotten cold of the North. "Let's get you and the baby inside before you catch a cold my lady." He slowly leads me inside the castle and into his parents old chambers. Which would now be ours I suppose you could say. Shrugging off my furs I felt his arms wrap around me from behind kissing my forehead softly. "It feels like another world for me to be back here actually married to you." I mumbled turning around so I could lay my head on his chest. "I didn't except that I would be married to you when my family took your father's life in the end. But I'm glad that we're together."
Robb rests a hand to my cheek leaning down and kissing me softly. I smiled into the kiss wrapping my arms around his neck kissing back. Reaching my freehand up I twisted my fingers through his auburn hair he moaned a little until I felt a kick against my stomach. "Huh Robb. It's kicking - the baby's kicking." I gasped moving his freehand over my stomach hoping the infant would kick again. Looking up at him a smile graces his face feeling the thumping against his big hand. Placing my hand over his I smiled chuckling at the feeling. "I know it needs to be a boy but I'm hoping it's a girl. You'll just spoil her rotten I think." He leans down kissing my cheek softly leading the two of us to lay down in the furs on the bed needing to rest from the tires journey from the war.
Laying my head on the pillow I couldn't wait to finally have a child. I was slightly afraid though that I might die in child birth. My mother died giving birth to Tyrion and it broke my entire family to pieces. Robb flipped out his side playing with my loose blonde hair staring at me longingly. "I'm sorry I had to take the throne from your family. But I did spare Tyrion since you said he was your closest sibling. Just know that I love you no matter who your related too." Jaime was banished and Ceresi was beheaded in King's Landing with his sword in revenge for his father. Scooting closer to him I climbed onto his lap as best as I could kissing him deeply. He responded back tracing his hands down my back. "I love you too, Robb Stark. My sister said love was weakness but she was wrong. It is the strength that led me to you my king." He rolled us over hoping to not crush me tickling my sides causing me to squeal like a child that he joined in throughout the night. "And you Y/n Stark are the perfect queen I could have asked for."
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So I think I'm gonna open up requests for smau's for all of my fandoms, basically just like a couple insta posts and Twitter posts for your favorite character that may be on my list (the pinned post on my account) I'll also have them all tagged below 😁
Just tell me who and add a little description, or not and I can come up with something on my own.
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Last Updated: 2024-03-13
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Robb Stark stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
❆ Early Christmas￨Prt. II￨Prt. III [Modern! A.U.] ⧫ by letsasoiaftogether • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Robb Stark gets a surprise just a week before Christmas"
❆ Falling for You by imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[An employee of the palae, you find yourself] falling for the King in the North, quite literally."
❆ Last Christmas by imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul • 〔F〕 •
Summary: The reader returns to Winterfell after spending three years in King’s Landing and three years since the last Christmas spent with Robb.
❆ Down Hill by the-dendrophile-bookdragon • 〔F〕 •
❆ Holidays with the Starks [Modern! A.U.] by megsironthrone • 〔F〕 •
❆ Mistletoe￨Prt. II by blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms • 〔F᜶M〕 •
❆ New Year's Kiss [Modern!Royal! A.U.] by megsironthrone • 〔F〕 •
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Wayward Devotion part fifteen: realize
Pairing: Ikaris x Reader
Summary: interrogations are hard, okay? You really can’t fuck with the Hilbert space, but we do get some flashbacks. The timeline is complicated so buckle up as you read through. Also we end on a little bummer, sorry folks.
Words: 2001
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“Where do you wanna start?” Bucky is the first to break the silence, looking to you.
You shrug, “fuck if I know,” you’re blunt with it.
How do you start an interrogation that involves years of deception and kidnapping? You really didn’t know.
“I can try and explain,” Fitz offers, fidgeting with his hands in front of him nervously, “last year we had to save the world.”
“We’ve done that a few times too,” Sam responds curtly, crossing his arms, “cut to the chase.”
“In order for us to do that,” Fitz continues, “we needed to travel through time.”
“Again,” Bruce points out, “that’s nothing new for us.”
You shudder at the mere mention of time travel, prompting Ikaris to place a hand on your shoulder. Instinctively you lean into him, and give him a small smile.
“What does it have to do with me?” You speak up.
“We figured out how to travel through our timeline,” Fitz starts again, “just not others.”
“Interdimensional time travel,” You say and Fitzsimmons nods.
“Explain the connection,” Ikaris cuts to the chase next to you.
“Y/N,” Fitz looks directly at you now, “you were our first mission as a SHIELD team. Do you remember what happened after we found you?”
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“I worked in a lab,” you furrow your eyebrows, trying to recall specifics, “I can’t remember the name of it though.”
“Well no worries,” the girl in front of you with a lab coat says smoothly as she points to various instruments, “we’ll be able to test what you know and don’t.”
You nod along, looking at a specific bench with lots of blueprints, noticing an equation scribbled out on a sheet of paper. You pick it up, reading over the multiple lines of arithmetic, grabbing a pen on instinct and scribbling on the sheet.
“Hey hey no no no,” The man next to her grabs the paper from your hand, “that is not for your eyes! I doubt you even know what the equation is fo-” he trails off though as he looks at your marks, eyes wide.
You shrug, “simple fix.”
He shakes his head, bewildered, “no, not a simple fix.”
He shakes the paper in front of the girls face, “Jemma look, she fixed it!” He turns to you, “I’ve been working on this since I was 13.”
“And you were doing it wrong,” you deadpan before walking over to the microscope and taking a look.
You don’t notice the two sharing a look at your discovery, baffled that you were even able to comprehend his writing.
“So you know how to study quantum physics, and nothing else?”
You shrug, “science comes naturally to me.”
“I think we could use you on our team,” the agent you spoke to earlier is at the door, clearly the leader.
“I think I want to figure out who I am,” you scoff, “and who you guys are.”
“I’m Phil Coulson,” he sticks his hand out, “an agent of a secret government organization. I run a small group of agents that travel around the world answering calls that local law enforcement can’t deal with.”
“So what am I? Your first case?” You tilt your head at him, “do you recruit everyone or am I special?”
“So far we’re two for two,” the guy mumbles, but Jemma elbows him in the side.
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“The spectral theorem was off,” You recall, “fucking with the Hilbert space.”
“Can’t fuck with the Hilbert space,” Bucky says, thoroughly sarcastic.
“You solved the most complex equation I have ever laid my eyes on in thirty seconds,” Fitz says, “which solved every problem we had while traveling through dimensions.”
“You didn’t remember that?” You ask, confused.
Fitz shakes his head, “we lost the blueprint with your notes when the Bus blew up.”
“The what blew up?” Barnes asked, confused.
“It was our mode of transportation,” Jemma explains, “an older model of a helicarrier.”
“And our home during that time,” you add on softly.
“When was that?” Phastos asks.
“When shield fell, right?” You look over to Jemma who nods.
“So the end of 2014,” you inform Phastos, before adding, “A few days later Coulson and I located Loki’s scepter.”
“And I joined the Avengers.,” you add on softly.
Flashes of Natasha beside you going through empty halls fills your mind. Your heart pangs, but you swallow, nodding for Jemma to continue.
“We lost any hint of the right equation,” Jemma divulges, “but we knew when you fixed it in the first place.”
“When we went back in time to fight the Chronicoms-”
“The what?” You cut Fitz off, confused.
“Chronicoms,” he repeats, “synthetic robot-like race of beings. We went back in time to stop them from erasing S.H.I.E.L.D. from existence.”
“Why did they want to do that?” Ikaris asks.
“They wanted to establish Earth as their home base,” Jemma explains solemnly.
“Fuck,” you lean back in your chair.
“We had the upper hand though,” Fitz assures, “I studied something called the time stream.”
The time stream? What even is that?
“That’s a myth,” Bruce scoffs, but sits up straighter, “right?”
Fitz shakes his head, “We got a copy of it.”
“What is a time stream?” Bucky cuts in to ask.
“It predicts the future,” Fitz states.
“How?” Sam prompts.
“It calculates the likelihood of things to happen in the future based on past actions,” Fitz clarifies, “we were able to quantify our success rate based on our actions.”
You scrunch your eyebrows, “we need to break down a timeline,” you tilt your head to the ceiling, “Rosalind, pull up a whiteboard.”
-
An hour later, you’re updated to the last few years apart from Fitzsimmons.
“So the Chronicoms have been on Earth longer than we have?” Phastos asks, pointing at the timeline you had created hovering over the conference room table.
“Enoch and who?” You’re looking at Fitz for the answer. It pinged the two highly advanced individuals that weren’t quite robots as being on Earth for 30,000 years.
“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugs, “they were sent to study the human race. They were called the anthropologists of their kind.”
“So you, Jemma and Enoch sent yourselves off into a distant star system last year to plan to defeat these things that are coincidently Enochs' race?” You piece their story together slowly.
“I studied the time stream for years,” Fitz says, “we spent years planning, because, well because-”
“We’d be able to go back in time to right where we left,” Jemma finishes his thought, before taking a sip of tea.
You took a break an hour into the interrogation, knowing you’d need snacks and drinks to sort through all the new information thrown at you.
“But before we did that,” Fitz says, “we went back in time to get you.”
You scrunch your eyes at the information, “it gave you the exact outcome of everything?”
“Not exactly,” Jemma tells you, “it predicts the likelihood of future events.”
“And you used that information to fuck with the entire timeline we’re in,” you state bluntly.
“If we didn’t the entire Earth would be run by Chronicoms,” Fitz says, passionately, “humans would have ceased to exist.”
“We wouldn’t have let that happen,” Ikaris raises his voice.
“You wouldn’t have been able to handle it,” Fitz cut in, loud, “you can barely handle the aliens you’ve fought for years.”
“Hey now,” Sam cuts in, “let’s keep it civil.”
“Why me?” You ask quietly.
There’s a pause, before Fitz speaks carefully, “It was between you or Phastos,” he admits, “there was a hindrance in acquiring, but with a higher rate of survival if we were able to get you into the future and have you solve the equation.”
“You mean Ikaris,” Phastos says with a scoff.
You squeeze Ikariss’ hand as Fitz hesitates to answer.
“Ikaris was a large factor,” Jemma slowly says, “and it had to be accounted for.”
Ikaris slams his fist on the table abruptly, “so you faked her death?”
The two are silent, which is enough of an answer.
“How?” Ikariss’ voice is low, and you can tell he’s trying to control his anger. You reach over and grab his clenched fist from the table, relaxing it in your hand.
“After studying the timestream we found the perfect opportunity,” Jemma explains.
“You said this thing only predicted the future,” Sam points out.
“If you travel to the past point in time,” Bruce speaks up, “that time period will then be your future.”
“How did you fake her death?” Ikaris repeats himself louder.
“We didn’t do it alone,” Fitz says, almost admitting the information in a way.
“You had the robot help you,” Bucky clarifies, “right?”
“Yes, Enoch helped us,” Fitz answers, before taking a deep breath, “we created a life model decoy, but we sold everything with the power of illusions.”
“You’re saying you have magic powers now too?” Sam is the first to speak.
Wait.
Jemma shakes her head solemnly, “that’s not what he’s saying.”
“Oh my god,” you gape at the two scientists in front of you, “are you fucking serious?”
Phastos stands, pushing himself away from the table, “I don’t believe you.”
“We didn’t want to-” Fitz tries to defend himself, but you put your hand out.
“Shut the fuck up Fitz,” you snarl, “you manipulated her.”
“Are you saying Sprite created the illusion of Y/N’s death?” Ikaris asks with a low voice.
“She was willing to help-” Fitz starts again, but Bucky cuts him off.
“The kid on their team?” He looks at Sam who nods his head.
“So Sprite knew Y/N wasn’t dead?” Ikaris asks, hand turning to fists and eyes starting to shine. You place your hand over his clenched hand close to you, closing making him release the fist.
“Sprite didn’t know,” Jemma interjects quickly as if trying to diffuse the situation, “we altered her memory immediately after.”
“With the same tech you used on Y/N?” Phastos interrogates, thoroughly mad.
“That doesn’t make it better,” you insist, squeezing Ikaris’ hand in yours, “you still used her.”
“We didn’t use her,” Fitz says with a louder voice, “she knew exactly what she was doing.”
“That’s fucked up,” Bucky states before he looks over to you, “want me to kill them now?”
“Woah woah woah,” Fitz interjects with his hands up, “you can’t kill us for this.”
It happens so fast that when your eyes open from blinking, Ikaris has Fitz pinned by the neck against the wall, “can’t I?” Ikaris seethes into Fitz face, eyes ablaze.
“Fitz!” Jemma screams, standing up quickly, but one look from Bucky has her sitting back down.
You’re up in an instance after, gripping his bicep tightly, “Ikaris stop,” you choke out, heart racing.
“They did this to you,” he squeezes his hand tighter and you hear Jemma sob behind you.
“Let go,” you trail your hand down to his fingers and pull, “now.”
He releases his fingers with a ragged breath and Fitz drops with a thump.
Jemma drops to her knees as you pull Ikaris away from the now unconscious Fitz. Without a word you pull him out of the room with a shaky hand, mind racing with anxiety as you make your way to your room.
Your hands shake as you try to open the door. Ikaris gently places his hand over yours and turns the door slowly.
As soon as he closes it you sob, throwing your arms around his shoulders and stuffing your wet face into his neck.
He lifts you up immediately, kissing the side of your forehead, “I know love, I know.”
He sets himself on the edge of your bed with you in his lap as he rubs up and down your back, “let it out.”
“Thi-is” you hiccup from sobbing and your voice is muffled in his neck, “fucking su-ucks.”
He knows what you said though, “we’ll figure it out love,” he smooths down your hair and kisses your temple, “and everything will be okay.”
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YAY! I updated woohoo. this was super hard to write so I really hope it makes sense lol
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Hi all,
I have entered the land of sickness again (🙄) and I’m looking to write some imagines to keep me occupied while I’m laid up in bed. So, if you have any requests, send them my way either via inbox or through private message.
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Who I write for:
Taron Egerton (and any of his characters)
Richard Madden (and any of his characters)
Scott Eastwood (and any of his characters)
Evan Peters (and any of his characters)
Note: I am open to writing for any female actors and characters that they play as well.
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Winter Market
Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x F!Reader
Warnings: none, just fluff!
Word Count: 1067
Summary: While running your own stall at a Winter Market, you run into an old schoolmate of yours -- none other than Robb Stark.
A/N: A day late, but I had to edit this one and I was distracted yesterday. My bad. But expect either one more tonight or two tomorrow to wrap up my Fluffcember event! Hope you enjoy this one!
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The Winterfell Yuletide Market was famous throughout the realm, boasting some of the most unique and talented craftspeople from all over the world. They also had a section reserved for local artisans only, which is where you found your stall. After your rocky divorce you’d taken up soap and candle making as a hobby to keep your mind and hands busy. You’d even looked into getting a hive of bees for beekeeping, but it had been too late in the season to have them shipped from Honeyholt.
You were lucky to get the stall, which you had to keep reminding yourself as the temperatures dipped into the negatives. The sad little space heater under your table could barely keep your feet warm. Being a born and raised Northerner, though, you weren’t going to let the cold close you down like some other stalls had.
“Hot cider, courtesy of Stark Tech?” a voice asked, pulling you from your trance. A steaming mug of cider appeared in front of you and you followed the gloved hand holding it up to the auburn curls and striking blue eyes of none other than Robb Stark.
It had been a long time since you’d seen him, having gone to school together many moons ago. Since then it had been easy to follow his meteoric rise in the Tech industry, taking over his father’s company when he passed too soon and managing to nearly double profits within the first year of his reign. Stark Tech was one of the biggest employers in the North, and the major sponsor of the Market. However, you had not at all expected to see the CEO of the company walking around, handing out free cider to the stall owners.
If he recognized you he didn’t let on, but you accepted the cider anyway. Anything to help keep your hands warm was welcome at this point. Only an hour left to stay open, but the temperature was dropping quickly.
“Thank you, Mister Stark,” you said, not letting your voice wave from shivering.
He smiled his blinding smile, then tilted his head a bit. “Have we met before?”
You smirked, sipping your cider that was impeccably spiced. “We went to school together.” You gave him your name and his blue eyes lit up with recognition.
“Yes! How’ve you been?”
You gestured to the stall around you, “Alright, I guess. I got accepted to the biggest Winter Market in the North, so I’d say pretty good.”
“Ahh, yes,” he said, picking up a teacup candle and inhaling deeply, “Oh, I’m sure Sansa would love this. Rose, right?”
“And sandalwood,” you added. “My gran collected fancy teacups all her life. When she passed last year she had left them all to me. I had no idea what to do with them until after…well, you don’t want to hear about all that.”
He smiled wide, picking up another candle to sniff. “On the contrary, I would love to catch up. You’re here for another hour, right?”
You had to stop your jaw from dropping. You’d been out of the dating loop, but you could’ve sworn he had just asked you out. The few attempts you’d made at online dating had yielded absolutely nothing — in fact, the matches you’d gotten had made you want to throw your phone into the White River and erase all trace of yourself from the internet forever after scrubbing your eyeballs and brain with a toilet brush.
“Are you asking me out, Stark?” you asked for the sake of clarity. More than once you’d been accused of coming off as cold rather than cool.
He smiled again, “I am indeed. Unless you’ve got plans after this, then we can pick another night.”
“Oh yeah, after this I’ve got big plans with my cat and my streaming queue,” you joked, heart fluttering as he let out a warm chuckle, “I’d love to go out with you.”
He sniffed another candle and added it to the growing pile of teacups in the crook of his arm. “Excellent, I’ll meet you here after closing if that works. We can go to the Direwolf and Dragon?”
“I love that place! They have the best whiskey selection.” You nodded eagerly, perhaps a little too enthusiastically but you were beyond caring. This was Robb Fucking Stark, every girl’s crush in school and even though you were a fully grown adult woman with her own bank account and apartment and business, the giddy teenager within you was ecstatic.
“And she likes whiskey,” he muttered to himself with satisfaction, “Excellent. While I’d love to stay and keep chatting, I’ve got more cider to hand out. How much do I owe you?”
He gestured to the four teacup candles in his arms and you told him the total, then wrapped each one in tissue paper and put them gently into a paper gift bag. Your stomach turned at the thought that these were for a girlfriend, but you hadn’t seen anything about his dating life recently. He’d been dating the heiress of some big agricultural company down south for a few years, but you knew they’d broken up a while back. Around the same time your divorce was happening, come to think of it.
As you wrapped, you asked, “Who are all these for? Teacups aren’t usually decor for bachelor flats.”
He chuckled again, “My mother and sisters. And my PA, Steffon, he loves anything pine scented. The fact that the cup has pine boughs on it I think bodes well, too.”
You passed the bag over your display and your gloved hands brushed as he accepted it. Even through thick layers of material, you felt something electric pass between the two of you.
“Well, I’ll see you in an hour then?” You asked after clearing your throat and shoving down some rather naughty thoughts.
Robb’s curls fell in front of his face as he looked down and checked his smart watch. “Forty-three minutes, to be exact.”
“Then I’ll see you in forty-three minutes.” You smiled at him. He continued on his mission of handing out hot cider. Try as you might, you couldn’t help but count down the minutes as you sipped your cider.
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The fact that they confuse Sebastian Stan with Richard Madden is just funny to me.(the two look just a little alike, some people think Sebastian is on game of thrones) lol.
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4 - The Feast pt 2
Part 5
The Last Velaryon
Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons
Lord Eddard and King Robert Baratheon made their way outside of the feast hall. The laughter and loud noise could still be heard when they walked away out of earshot from others to have their conversation. Eddard paused in his steps. "You're grace, what did you wish to talk about?"
"No formalities, Ned. It's about that Velaryon girl." Robert eyed his friend.
Ned asked him. "What concerns you about her?"
"I think I might have made a mistake when I stripped Jaime of his white cloak." The king declared under his breath.
Lord Stark wasn't sure what to make of his words. "What do you mean?"
"I mean the Kingslayer doesn't seem to give a damn about her. He is hiding something. Only problem is I don't really care to find out what." He chuckled.
Ned clicked his tongue. "We cannot judge someone until we know whether they are a man of honor or not. But what does this have to do with you second guessing your own command?"
"I haven't done much research on the Velaryon house but I figured the lord would have fought against the man who basically helped me banish their house."
"If your house is close to being very small I suppose you would do anything to keep it alive." Ned pointed out.
Robert simply nodded his head. "I've been thinking about this, Ned. I am king and seven kingdoms declined loyalty to me so why not use that power to change one declaration I just wrote."
"Your grace, if you mean to go against the Lannister's I don't think that would be wise." Ned warns his friend and king.
Robert scoffs. "I don't care what they pay me not to. I am not blind Ned and I know you just saw it too. There's something between that girl and your son."
"It is a good thought, your grace. But that's all it should remain just a thought. I doubt Robb has even thought of a betrothed yet." Lord Stark shrugged his shoulders knowing his son and his young at heart nature. He was still a boy, even though he was very good at following the lessons he had been taught so far in life.
Robert moved closer to his friend, staring into his eyes with a serious expression. "You're his father. If he hasn't thought of the idea of marrying her then persuade him to. I'll deal with Tywin Lannister when the time comes."
Three years ago - Haelesa's pov
That morning I was dreading more than I care to admit to myself now. It was the day I had to say goodbye to one of my closest Joella Bridges. Picking up the ends of my nightgown I scampered through the hallways until I reached her chambers knocking three times on the door. "Joella, it's me. Open the dang door!"
"Enough with the shouting. We don't want to wake the whole castle staff. Once they're awake I'll have to start packing to leave." She shushed me by tugging me inside her room and quietly yet quickly shutting the door and locking it.
I admitted throwing my arms away from my sides. "I don't want you to leave. Why can't it be if you're lord father isn't dra yet then the man travels to live with the girl."
"I'm going to miss you too, Haelesa and Chezney too of course. But my parents already agreed to it." She opened her arms and we raced to embrace one another.
Her father had married my mother's older sister and so we we're cousins by birth. Now her father had decided to ship her off for marriage....the only real reason this happened was the tale of bettering one's house. And I had done my own research from what I could find on her soon to be new family. "You don't want to marry this man. It's claimed he has a mustache, Joella."
"Yes but I've also been told he is very cheerful." She added on slightly breaking the hug so we could see the other's face.
I made a noise sticking my tongue out to her. "It's still gross thinking you'll be kissing a guy with hair around his mouth...eww, Raynald Westerling!"
"Haelesa stop it okay. I am already nervous enough and your teasing isn't helping." Joella admitted dropping her arms at her sides.
I smiled at my cousin. "I'm just saying, Ella. You'll be kissing a guy with a full beard."
"Okay, let's change the subject. I want you to promise me something." Joella replied.
Taking her hands in mine I asked softly. "What kind of promise?"
"Promise me that even though we will be away from each other that you will tell me off your adventures. Whether they are big or small. If you find love or not. I want to know everything. So send me letters, cousin." She explained to me with that cheeky smile she always had on her face when we got to spend time together.
Squeezing her hands in mine I immediately agreed without hesitation of what she was asking. "Of course. As long as you do the same back to me.
"I promise." She hugs me gently and I wrap my arms around her hugging her with the same level of emotion.
Robb and I were still just silently walking around the abandoned courtyard of Winterfell. Everyone else was still awake enjoying the feast with the royal family. He paused in his steps outside a wooden cage canal looking at me. "I wanted to show you something."
"Show me what?" I questioned him wrapping my arms around myself and I had taken his other fur cloak that he had given earlier on the day.
He undid the locks of the pen and I gasped taking a step back seeing an animal exit the pen. The animal in front of me was a wolf from what I could by the pointy ears and the long wagging fur tail. "This is GreyWind. He is my direwolf." He responded by running his fingers through the wolf's gray coat.
"I've never seen a direwolf before. Where did you find him?" I asked, lowering myself down on a knee reaching forward and petting his fur when he sniffed my hand before I touched him.
Robb stands on the side of the direwolf. "My father had me and my brothers out hunting with him in the woods. Their mother had died and so each of the Stark children got to have their own pup. We just had to take care of them."
"Aww that's sweet. He seems like a good boy." I smiled still, moving my fingers through his fur and he began wagging his tail back and forth.
Robb smiled down at me. He had been enjoying your company from the moment you two had met. He wished he could spend more time with her. But unfortunately he figured that wouldn't get the chance. "I have trained him as best as I could. "
"You really are something, Robb. You'll make a good Lord of Winterfell one day." I praised him getting to my feet not caring about the mud stains on my dress.
He blushed but I couldn't tell how bad it was given that the only light was provided by some burning torches on the walls and the fact that it was completely dark. "You barely know me and you're already giving me praise, Haelesa. I am not sure how to take it. But thank you."
"You're welcome, Robb. Maybe if we're lucky we can know more about each other before I leave in a few days." I smiled, clasping my hands together in front of me.
Footsteps could be heard coming around the corner causing both of us to turn our heads seeing Lady Catelyn rushing over to us. I could see the annoyance in her facial expression. "Robb, you shouldn't have left the feast. This is for the royal family. Why in the seven kingdoms are you out here?"
"I'm sorry, mother. I was simply showing Lady Haelesa my direwolf." Robb apologized to his mother.
Catelyn shifted her head quickly over to me. "You're the Velaryon girl that is supposed to wed the Kingslayer."
"Yes Lady Stark I am. I am sorry if I have made any problems this evening." I bowed my head giving her a small curtsey.
She shakes her head focusing back on her first born son. "I am just here to say that your father went off with the king to talk about something. So you need to go back inside and represent your house in your father's stead."
"Of course, mother." He nodded in understanding, placing GreyWind back inside his cage. He walked past me and his mother glanced over his shoulder back at me. "I'll see you later, Haelesa."
I looked into his brown eyes waving bye to the young boy. "See you later, Robb....uh if you see my friend Chezney, Lady Stark. Tell her I am retiring for the evening."
"Goodnight, Lady Haelesa." She responded watching me walk away and she could sense that something was between her son and the young woman.
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Kingo: Y/n, truth or dare?
Y/n: Uuhm, truth
Kingo: Would you rather kiss Ika-
Y/n: Ikaris.
Kingo: But...but I haven't even finished my sente-
Y/n: Again, Ikaris.
Kingo: Oh my- could you please stop interrupting m-
Y/n, shouting: IKARIIIIIS, KINGO JUST DARED ME TO KISS YOU, COME HERE
Kingo: HeY thAt is NOT TRUE!
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