Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand
*Please be sure to consider all chapter warnings before reading! Warnings will be updated for each chapter in individual posts as well as on the Masterlist.
Warnings: Talk of the past, mentions of violence, blood and death. Mild NSFW, but nothing explicit. Some nudity, but it’s tame.
Word Count:11,068
Summary: She’s given you some time to talk to Oberyn alone now that you’re both feeling better, but Ellaria’s thinking about much more than conversation when it comes to the two of you.
Will learning more about what Oberyn’s second life has been like - and what he gave you change the way you feel - and if it does, will those feelings be better or worse?
A/N:Sorry it’s been so long! Both @the-blind-assassin-12 and I have been busy writing other things for your enjoyment, but we definitely had to circle back around to this story. This one’s very long, very detailed - and very, very special for both of us. Thank you for your patience and support - hopefully we’ll have part 9 ready to go soon, too!
Also, if you have questions about details or plot points or the way that Westerosi history/world fits into the “real” world- please ask! We don’t want to confuse anyone.
You stared at the door, eyes wide and mouth still hanging open slightly at Ellaria’s parting words for long moments after it had closed behind her.
She said that I didn’t understand how they … that it didn’t matter that she was here, but how can it not matter? The two of them are…
It wasn’t until you felt Oberyn’s palms running over your thighs and settling at your waist, your name quietly leaving his lips as he gave a small squeeze of his fingers that you brought your attention back to his face. He was watching you carefully, concern and curiosity spilling from his dark eyes in equal measure. A small crease cutting into the space between his brows smoothed back out as you blinked to clear your focus, and you wondered if he’d called your name more than once before you turned around. Probably.
A/N:I have been wanting to challenge myself to write a drabble a day for a whole month for quite some time now, and I finally decided to just go for it. The goal is to fill every prompt on this listby@creativepromptsforwriting with a short one shot (500 - 2k words) by the end of June. Can I do it? I do not know. But let’s find out! - This one immediately brought the Prince of Dorne to mind. It’s not connected to The Viper & the Wild Thing or Aphelion… but it is sort of connected to this one shot I wrote about you and Oberyn and the blood oranges.
Word Count: 1,005
Warnings: None really. Implied smut and one (1) solo swear word but otherwise exceptionally tame for Oberyn
Summary: Oberyn makes a special trip to the marketplace in search of something specifically for you, only to realize that he will get to reap the benefit of your gift, too.
The open air market on the outskirts of Sunspear had always been one of Oberyn’s favorite places in Dorne. Because it is always so… alive. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he closed his eyes and let a slow, easy grin spread across his lips. The aroma of rich spices and herbal oils swirled through the hot, Dornish air to mix with sweet fruits, floral perfumes, and the pungent smell of still sizzling, just cooked meat. Always so enticing.
Under the hot sun, the bouquet of scents seemed to blossom even more vibrantly, and he hummed contentedly. As he opened his eyes again he noted that the same was true about the colorful tents that covered the stalls, their awnings appearing even more bright in the unfiltered sunlight. The shouts of vendors and their customers haggling over prices, the clang of hammered copper, and the whimsical trill of lyre strings filled his ears more fully with every step he took, and it would be easy to follow the music of the market to every last one of the makeshift shops that sprawled through the streets to form a small city of their own.
I have sorelymissed Writer Wednesday ❤️ The problem I am now having is that this prompt spiralled into something I want to write several parts for. I already have 6 WIPs, not including the Christmas Challenge stuff Why am I like this?
A/N:I have been wanting to challenge myself to write a drabble a day for a whole month for quite some time now, and I finally decided to just go for it. The goal is to fill every prompt on this listby@creativepromptsforwriting with a short one shot (500 - 2k words) by the end of June. Can I do it? I do not know. But let’s find out! - This one immediately brought the Prince of Dorne to mind. It’s not connected to The Viper & the Wild Thing or Aphelion… but it is sort of connected to this one shot I wrote about you and Oberyn and the blood oranges.
Word Count: 1,005
Warnings: None really. Implied smut and one (1) solo swear word but otherwise exceptionally tame for Oberyn
Summary: Oberyn makes a special trip to the marketplace in search of something specifically for you, only to realize that he will get to reap the benefit of your gift, too.
The open air market on the outskirts of Sunspear had always been one of Oberyn’s favorite places in Dorne. Because it is always so… alive. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he closed his eyes and let a slow, easy grin spread across his lips. The aroma of rich spices and herbal oils swirled through the hot, Dornish air to mix with sweet fruits, floral perfumes, and the pungent smell of still sizzling, just cooked meat. Always so enticing.
Under the hot sun, the bouquet of scents seemed to blossom even more vibrantly, and he hummed contentedly. As he opened his eyes again he noted that the same was true about the colorful tents that covered the stalls, their awnings appearing even more bright in the unfiltered sunlight. The shouts of vendors and their customers haggling over prices, the clang of hammered copper, and the whimsical trill of lyre strings filled his ears more fully with every step he took, and it would be easy to follow the music of the market to every last one of the makeshift shops that sprawled through the streets to form a small city of their own.
