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The Old Prince
So, this is my entry for the Halloween themed Pedro Pascal Writing Challenge hosted by @pedrocontestsrus Thank you for organizing this! And if anyone else is interested in entering the competition, here's a link to the post with all the info.
I chose Prompt #2 Theme: A Dark and Stormy Night.
However, I suck at short, so this is basically just a teaser which I'm gonna have to continue outside of the contest.
Rating: Mature 18+ONLY
Warnings: Monster Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, Game of Thrones AU, obviously Halloween themed, reader cusses, reader is attacked and abducted. Also, this is my first time writing Oberyn.
Word Count: 4041
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You run at full speed despite the darkness, ignoring the burning in your lungs and the furious pounding of your heart, even though you know that he’s already gone and that your running would only scare him off if he wasn’t.
The woods have always scared you and even now, in your mid-thirties, you still panic when you’re alone among the creaking old trees, spider webs and nightly active animals, all of whom seem intent on eating you. At least, to your own imagination.
“Damned it, Casper…” you breathlessly curse the horse for leaving you, once you’ve been forced to a stop by the pain in your lungs.
He’s normally very brave but being in the woods in the middle of a building storm is apparently too much even for his stout heart.
So, you’re left to walk the remaining four miles to your house, and not for the first time, you find yourself wondering why the hell you’d chosen to live all the way out here, surrounded by the very woods that have always been such a source of discomfort to you.
“Because that was all you could afford, dimwit,” you chastise yourself out loud.
The house you now live in had been put up for sale after the previous owner had been missing for a few years and was eventually declared dead, despite her body never being found.
It’s small and old, but well maintained and very charming, so you’d been surprised to be the only one interested in it.
You’ve lived there for over six years now and while it’s a bit secluded and a little too far from town, you do love it.
The hiking trails leading up to the seven hills that make up the east boundary of the region run right by your property, and in daylight, you love to ride or just wander up to the peaks and admire the view.
There are rarely any larger wildlife passing through so for the most part, it’s quite safe, so long as you remember to bring water and check for lose rocks on the steeper sections of the trails.
But now, in the near pitch-black darkness of night, you can’t even recognize the trail you’re on. So, why are you even out here?
Well, that would be because you’d started out in daylight, as usual, but then gotten involved in a search for another missing person in the hills, which had left you out there until well after nightfall.
You had of course expected Casper to bring you home safe and sound, like he usually does no matter what’s going on around him. But unfortunately, on this occasion, the horse had lost its footing and fallen to the ground.
He’d gotten up without trouble, but since you’d no longer been on his back at that point, he’d gotten spooked, probably by the reins getting caught in his legs or something, and had taken off.
You hope that he gets home without hurting himself, but you’re also quite angry with him for not recognizing your voice and staying by your side instead of running off on his own.
But your thoughts are disrupted by a creaking sound coming from behind you, a sound definitely not created by a tree.
You stop, feeling a cold shiver move slowly down your spine, and you know that you’re in danger. You have no idea exactly what is watching you right now, but you know that something is.
You hear that same sound again, mere moments after the first, and even as you instinctively set off running, too panicked to even know if you’re still on the trail, your mind tries to work out what the hell that sound is.
The winds are picking up, building towards the forecasted storm that has all the kids in town excited because of how perfect it is for the Halloween celebration, but it’s making it so much harder for you to hear if something’s chasing you.
Unable to stop yourself, you throw a look over your right shoulder, and a strangled scream escapes you when you catch a glimpse of something impossibly large and strangely shiny, and then just teeth.
You try to run faster but you can’t. The dark world around you is a blur as you wait for those teeth to sink into your flesh and torture you to death. It seems to take so long.
And then it happens.
You’re snagged to a stop so quickly that it makes your legs lift off the ground as they’re kicked forwards by the momentum.
Something has your shoulder between its jaws, but that’s as much as you’re aware of before the world fades away and nothing exists anymore.
-=¤=-
You wake up on a bed in a room with a strange ceiling and stone walls. You’re groggy and only half awake, so it takes you a moment to realize that there are paintings covering the ceiling, making the stones look kind of fluid.
Beautiful images of stormy seas and a red sunset flow across the domed shape, bringing it to life in a way that stone shouldn’t be capable of.
Then you remember, and bring your left hand up to examine your right shoulder, half expecting it to just not be there. But it is, and it feels fine.
You sit up, relieved but also confused that there’s no pain, and as your bare feet hit the cold floors, your eyes are drawn to the rest of the room.
It’s round and there’s a window in every direction, revealing the daylight outside, but also every detail inside.
The bed is easily large enough for two people, and the sheets and blankets are the softest you’ve ever felt. There’s a loveseat underneath one of the windows, with plush pillows leaned against the armrests. In the middle of the room is a carpet which you can tell just by looking at it, likely costs more than your house. And the curtains, four matching pairs, all a deep red, somehow seem both heavy and feathery light.
There’s a door to your left, and it’s standing open, so at least you’re not a prisoner. But you don’t feel like one regardless. All of this is so strange, because you’re sure that something bit you, but you can’t find any wounds in your skin.
There are holes in your shirt, though. And where’s your jacket? Why are you barefoot?
You head for the door and find a winding staircase leading down, so this is apparently a tower.
At the foot of the stairs is a corridor and then more stairs, twirling the other way this time, so you keep heading down, passing closed doors and empty spaces until you reach a pair of large double doors that are left wide open.
There’s a fire crackling inside and your cold feet and bare arms have left you shivering, so you head inside, finding the biggest open fireplace you’ve ever seen, in the other end of the huge room.
It must be a ballroom or excessively large dining room, but it’s completely empty, save for a padded short stool in front of the fire.
You sit and warm yourself, trying to think back, to remember any details that might help you understand what’s happened to you, but nothing comes to mind.
And then a movement to your right startles you to your feet.
“My apologies, miss. I have a habit of moving quietly,” a dark and low voice says, and when you locate the man who that voice belongs to, you’re momentarily stunned into silence.
He’s tall and broad, but quite lean, with a perfectly chiseled jaw and a beard trimmed to accentuate that. He wears no jewelry, but his dark green coat has golden threads and small embroideries on the cuffs and along the collar. Shapes too small for you to make out at ten feet of distance, but which from afar remind you of snakes.
Still, it’s his eyes that rob your brain of most its function.
So dark, but also incredibly expressive. He’s curious, intrigued, but wary. As though you might pose a threat to him somehow, which seems impossible to you.
“W-… Where are my shoes?” you manage to croak, still unable to break away from his eyes.
“I took your shoes and your jacket to encourage you not to run away once you awoke. I’m afraid I am going to need you to remain here for the time being,” the man explains, and suddenly your brain wakes up in full.
“So, I’m your captive, is that what you’re telling me?”
“Yes, and no. You are my captive, as much as I am yours.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I have no idea who you are,” you counter, getting angry because that’s all you can do to keep from panicking.
“My name is Oberyn, and this is my home. You’re welcome to explore as much as you like, but I would recommend staying away from the basement. Especially at night.”
“Why? Do you have more prisoners down there you don’t want me to set free?”
“Oh, there are cages down there, and many of them are occupied,” he says, while taking a few steps closer to you. “But I doubt that you would want to release any of the creatures that are locked inside.”
Creatures? What the hell does he mean by that?
He’s only three feet away when he stops, just as the outside light catches his eyes at a different angle, and you can swear that you see something else within them. A bright golden shine seems to illuminate them from within for just a fraction of a second, as if reacting to the sun’s rays.
“The tower is yours. I will not venture there without your approval for the duration of your stay.
But the rest of the castle is my domain, and you move through it at your own risk. Do you understand?” he asks, to which your anger flares.
“Understand? No… I really don’t.
Who are you?! What is this place, where the hell am I?! There aren’t any castles anywhere near the seven hills! And what the hell was it that chased me last night, and why do I have bitemarks in my shirt but not on my skin?
What the fuck is going on?!”
He lets you scream and rant without so much as a twitch bothering his mustache, and says nothing as you begin to pace in front of the fireplace, crossing your arms in silent defiance, but also an attempt to guard yourself against all this strangeness.
“You were bitten by a serpent,” he quietly says, just as you’re about to give up and leave the room.
“It was a lot bigger than any snake, and it had a lot more than two fangs,” you counter, all but spitting at him now, further angered by the notion that he might be trying to convince you that you imagined the whole thing.
“I didn’t say that it was a snake,” he replies, and you stop pacing.
“And what is a serpent if not a damned snake?” you challenge, but he seems unbothered.
“Is that all it can be? You must think broader than that, young one.”
His words make no sense to you. Serpent, snake, fucking danger noodle, it’s all the same.
And “young one”? He’s at most five years older than you.
“Please, just tell me where we are?” you finally ask, deciding that there’s probably no point in trying to argue with this mystery man.
He looks at you for a good minute then, as if trying to decide if he should answer, and you notice that he doesn’t blink a lot, which is surprisingly unsettling.
“We are six hundred and nine miles from your home. Give or take a few dozen feet.”
That takes you a second to process.
“What!?” you almost scream, unable to take any more of this incomprehensible nonsense. “Do you honestly expect me to believe that you had a fucking helicopter hidden in the woods, or something?”
“Take a look outside the windows,” he calmly suggests. “I’m sure the snow on the ground will help you come to terms with the truth that you are no longer as far south as you think.”
Unwilling to take his word for it, you walk over to the nearest window, where the view makes your heart sink. Because he’s right.
Not only are there several inches of snow covering everything in sight, but you also don’t recognize the landscape at all.
And that’s when the realization of just how much trouble you’re in, finally dawns on you.
Turning away from the window, you now meet your captor’s eyes, for the first time with fear brimming within your own. Unable to stop yourself, you try to back away from him but there’s a wall in the way, so you start moving sideways instead, heading for the open double doors of the room.
He doesn’t try to stop you, but just before you turn your back to him as you’re crossing the threshold, his expression turns incredibly sad.
You run through the halls, fully panicking now and having no idea where you’re even going. But then another set of large double doors are in front of you, so you grab the handle on one of them and pull it open.
It’s the front entrance. You’re standing on the top ledge of another staircase, this one twisting off in both directions, leading down to a massive courtyard.
There’s a fountain in the shape of a rearing Pegasus in the middle, so big that the lilac shrubs which surrounds it barely even reach halfway up its hindlegs. And beyond that, is a giant garden of cherry trees and rhododendron hedges, in the middle of which, a wide driveway comes straight through, right up to the courtyard.
A driveway that’s so long, you can’t even see the end of it, where it disappears into the surrounding woods.
You couldn’t run from here even with your shoes and jacket.
The freezing wind brushes over your exposed skin, making you shiver and wrap your arms around yourself while sorrow suddenly burns through you, bringing tears to your eyes.
But then something soft and warm falls over your shoulders and you flinch, spinning on your heels and quickly backing away, further out onto the ledge to try and get away from him, which means stepping into the icy cold snow in just your skin.
“Please…” he says, and he sounds alluringly soft and inviting now, which only adds to your suspicions. “I have no intention of harming you.”
“Then how about you tell me what exactly your intention is?” you counter, barely able to keep your jaws from clattering with how badly you’ve started shaking.
He takes a deep breath and then slowly releases it, somehow looking sadder and more tired with each milliliter of air that escapes him.
“I just… I’m sorry. Please, come back inside before you get frostbite on your feet.”
“That’s n-not an answer,” you challenge, already trembling all over now.
“I know, this is why I’m sorry, but how is hurting yourself going to help the situation?” he wonders, and you have to concede that it doesn’t.
You huff once in defiance, and then step forward, allowing him to wrap the blanket around you. But you hadn’t expected him to sweep you up into his arms and carry you inside.
“Hey, I c-can still walk, p-put me down!”
“The floors are cold here. I will put you down once you’re in a room with a rug.”
“Or you c-could just give me b-back my shoes,” you gripe, and he hums in what sounds like a thoughtful manner to you, as if he’s conceding that maybe he was wrong to take them from you.
But he says nothing more, and as he carries you through the empty hallways, none of which look familiar to you because this place is apparently a damned maze, you steal a few closer glances at him.
His skin is in better condition than yours ever has been, to the point where even his stubble looks soft. And his hair looks flawless. Not one strand of the curls on his head seems damaged or less bouncy than the rest. And the same goes for his beard and mustache.
His clothes are perfectly tailored, and they look new, but they don’t smell like it. Instead, the only smell you detect seems to be his, and it’s not at all unpleasant. Contrarily, the longer you smell him, the more inviting the scent becomes.
You’re somewhat embarrassed to realize that you’ve stopped shivering with the warmth that spreads through you from within, just from that delicious scent.
The room that he finally turns into is small and smells of paper, reminiscent of the old bookstore in the city back home, run by a sweetheart of an old lady who also happens to be the grandmother of the missing woman who’s house you live in.
She was the only one who’d come by with a housewarming gift after you’d moved in. That’s how sparsely populated your social circle is.
It looks to be an office, of sorts. There’s a fireplace here too, already lit and crackling warmly in the far corner of the room. To the left is a desk filled with scrolls of paper and what looks like old maps of countries you don’t recognize, and to the right are shelves filled with more scrolls, books and scraps of paper.
There’s an armchair and a small sofa in front of the fire, and he sets you down on the sofa before kneeling in front of you to inspect your wet and freezing feet.
You’re about to argue that you’re perfectly capable of tending to your own extremities, but something about his touch stops you.
His fingers seem warmer than they should be, almost feverishly so, but more than that, his skin feels like it’s giving off tiny electric impulses where it meets yours. And the feeling is highly intoxicating.
He quickly examines your feet and then sits back and looks up at you again, where a curious expression flashes across his features as he notices that you’re suddenly a bit out of it. He seems concerned at first, and then… is he blushing?
“If I get you your socks and your boots, will you promise me that you will not go running into the woods and getting yourself lost?” he asks, sternly holding your gaze while he looks for any traces of deception in your answer.
Except you don’t give any. Because you can’t make that promise. Not when you still don’t know why he’s brought you here or why he intends to keep you here.
“I don’t suppose it would make much difference if I told you that we are much too far away from any other people for you to make it there alive in winter?” he sighs, and he does seem genuinely worried that you won’t believe him.
“Actually, I do believe you on that part. I just also believe that dying while running for your freedom might be better than living in captivity,” you explain, and once again, something terribly sad comes over him.
“I really wish you could trust that I don’t intend to harm you, young one.”
“Why do you call me that? I can’t be that much younger than you.”
He chuckles drily at that, but it’s a sound of hopelessness rather than bemusement.
“If only that were true…” he says quietly, turning his gaze to the floor for a moment before he rises and leaves the room.
When he returns, only a few seconds later, he’s carrying your shoes and wool socks, both of which he appears to have cleaned, hands them to you and then steps back while you put them on.
For a moment, you contemplate more questions, but the more you think about the strangeness of this whole situation, the more you just want to pretend that it’s a dream and that you’re gonna wake up and laugh at yourself any second now.
“The tower’s mine?” you find yourself asking, instead of any real questions.
“That whole wing is yours for as long as you’re here,” he nods.
“And how long might that be?”
“For now, I can’t say with any certainty, but hopefully no more than a few days.”
He does look genuinely apologetic as he says that, but you’re relieved to hear it. Somehow, you’d envisioned being a captive for years, locked away in that tower. But there’s something innately honest about this guy. You have no reason to trust anything he says, and yet you do.
“And what determines how long my stay ends up being?” you wonder, while rising from the sofa and daring yourself to take one step towards him.
He doesn’t react in any visible way to your truly minimal challenge, but you wonder if perhaps he likes that you don’t just accept your circumstances when they don’t feel right to you. There’s a little glimmer in his eyes that might just be a hint of awe.
“How long it takes me to figure out how you’re still alive,” he quietly answers, bringing you back to the severity of the moment.
Turning away from you, he reaches for an old-fashioned candlestick holder, lights the candle and then hands it to you.
“Living light reveals the path to the tower,” he says, as if that isn’t the most useless piece of information you’ve ever gotten, and then gestures to the open door.
Utterly confused, you step out into the dusky hallway, half expecting the wooden door to slam shut behind you, but it doesn’t.
When you turn back to ask him which direction to turn, you find him right behind you, already showing you to the right with a gentlemanly open hand aiming that way.
You nod your thanks and begin walking, still without a clue as to what the candle is meant to show you. Until it does.
Once the dancing light hits a certain wall, a faint glow appears in a thin line running along the wall, around waist-height.
You follow it, seeing it fade away as soon as the flame isn’t directly in front of it, and before you know it, you’re back at those winding stairs.
Walking back into the chamber at the top, you find that nothing’s moved since you left.
You walk around the room, examining everything more closely, finding two large and fully stocked bookcases hidden behind drapes on either side of the fireplace. There’s also a closet built into the wall next to the bed, and there are very old dresses hanging in there, covered with dust, making you wonder who the girl might’ve been that those clothes had originally belonged to.
Realizing that you haven’t asked your captor how to get food or how he intends to figure out how you’ve miraculously healed, you spend a few minutes pondering on whether you’ve got the energy to make the long walk back down to look for a kitchen and ask if you’re expected to come down from your tower at any specific times.
But ultimately, you decide to leave it for now, picking out a book instead. You’re too stressed still to be able to eat anything anyway.
The book keeps you occupied for the entire afternoon, and it isn’t until it grows dark that you eventually close it and get up, intending to go looking for that kitchen.
You’d left the candle holder in the window that faces the front of the castle, although you can’t see the courtyard from behind the main structure, but as you go to pick it up, a movement outside catches your eye.
Peering down towards the ground, you see a door swing open, and then something runs across the section of the yard that you can see. It’s so fast that you can’t be sure, but it looks like it could be what attacked you last night.
And it looks like… a dragon.
A dragon that just ran out of the same castle where you’re trapped.
Part 2
Thank you for reading! I had so much fun with this and I'm nowhere near done with it. Huge Thanks to @joelswritingmistress for inspiring me to take on Oberyn, I didn't think I ever would.
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The Old Prince - Masterlist
Welcome to the Dragon realm, where Oberyn Martell reigns supreme!
Summary: 6000+ year old Prince Oberyn of Ancient Egypt almost kills and eats you, but something unexpected happens instead, and before long, your quiet and unassuming life has become something entirely different. This is a slow-burn romance that features both angst and sugary sweet fluff, all in a package wrapped in horror and fantasy. Unwrap and enjoy!
Notes: This story is now complete but I always welcome requests for one shots if anyone wants to know more about these two.
I love to hear from you in general, so if this story speaks to you, don't hesitate to let me know, in words, gifs or just likes, and feel free to jump into my DM's or my ask box!
FYI: I never write using the y/n format. This is my first time writing Oberyn and I haven't seen season 4 of Game of Thrones since it first aired, so I'm far from an expert on him.
Also, reader undergoes physical transformations in this story, so she will not be featureless.
Part 1 - The Bite
Part 2 - Fear
Part 3 - Home
Part 4 - The Spirit
Part 5 - Nightfall
Part 6 - Belonging
Part 7 - Uncertainty
Part 8 - The Light
Part 9 - Tyrannus
Part 10 - Power
Part 11 - The Darkness
Part 12 - Collapse
Part 13 - Time
Part 14 - Sacrifice
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#oberyn martell fanfiction#oberyn martell x reader#oberyn x reader#game of thrones fanfiction#game of thrones au#au fic#modern au#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal character fanfiction#halloween writing#spooky season#sirowsky stories
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Fic Recommendations
Below are a collection of my favourite stories by some very talented writers, who's works deserve to be shared far and wide, enjoy...
Din Djarin - One Shots:
Familiar and unfamiliar - @theidiotwhowritesthings
Help Her - @forever-rogue
Shev'la - @themand0lorian
Breathe - @oliviajdjarin
His World - @oliviajdjarin
One Hundred and Fifty Seven - @theidiotwhowritesthings
keep You Alive - @not-the-droid
Stormy skies - @deakyjoe
Don't Die - @sirowsky
Supply Run / Supply Run: Return (pt 2) / Suply Run: Exchange (pt 3) - @thepascalofus
Heavy Lies The Crown - @blueeyesatnight
Din Djarin - Series and Multi Parts:
Beskar Doll - @justagalwhowrites
Somewhere Beautiful (pt 1) / Something Like Home (pt 2) - @peetiespetals
A Bounty For Reward - @alltheirdamn
Lover's Crest - @gingerlurk
Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika/ I Love You, Cyar'ika/ Do You Want Me, Cyar'ika: Happy end/ Dark End @theidiotwhowritesthings
Not Like This/ Not You - @theidiotwhowritesthings
In Your Loving Arms / Aliit Be Ehn - @djarins-wife
Rescue Me - @charnelhouse
In a Crowd of Thousands - @gingersnappe-9
Joel Miller - One Shots:
Joel's children - @absurdthirst
I've Got You - @atinylittlepain
Don't Take The Girl - @alt-vera
Protective - @forever-rogue
Jealousy - @nonexistent-introvert
Joel Miller & Pregnant reader - @brighttears
Mr Grinch - @integra1127grimmreaper
Joel Miller - Series and Multi Parts:
Yearling - @justagalwhowrites
Smother - @beardedjoel
Raider Joel - @toxicanonymity
By The Grit of sandpaper - @penvisions
So Much To Lose - @auteurdelabre
I Know Who You Are - @punkshort
Brain Scramblies (pt 1) / Brain Scramblies (pt 2) - @strang3lov3
A Strangers Heart without a Home - @morning-star-joy
Unexpected Expectings / We'll Be Expecting You / Not What You Expected - @atinylittlepain
Feral Woman - @gasolinerainbowpuddles
To The Light - @metaphoricgibberish
Predro Pascal - One Shots
Accidents Happen - @josephquinnswhore
Breaking Point - @josephquinnswhore
Shame - @imaginesbymonika
Pedro x Sick Reader - @talaok
#pedro pascal#mando x you#din x reader#joel miller fic#din djarin fanfiction#joel miller imagine#joel miller x you#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal fandom#the mandalorian fanfiction#the last of us#the last of us imagine#joel miller the last of us
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Are you a reader in search of a fic that involves no age gap*?
this post is inspired by @famouslyanonymous - she queried about this a while ago and in chaotic Virgo fashion, I’ve started a compilation of writers in the Pedro Pascal character fanfic crowd whose stories fit this criteria (note: the list skews f!reader, OFC, a few GN!readers, so if you have more diverse recs, please share).
[*no age gap includes fics where age is not specified and the reader/insert is broadly inclusive of that with regard to backstory, and/or where if there is some technical age difference the fic’s pairings are contemporaries/same generation, ie two adults of voting age before a certain fungal outbreak in 2003]
if you want to be added (or removed) and/or have friends you want to signal boost, let me know. clearly not an exhaustive list.
in alphabetical order below the break. :)
@artemiseamoon - masterlist
@avastrasposts - masterlist
@elvenmother - masterlist
@flightlessangelwings - masterlist
@fuckyeahdindjarin - masterlist
@gnpwdrnwhiskey - masterlist
@goodwithcheese - masterlist
@grogusmum - masterlist
@insomniamamma - masterlist
@jazzelsaur - masterlist
@jomiddlemarch - AO3 series
@julesonrecord - masterlist
@katareyoudrilling - masterlist
@ladamedusoif - masterlist
@lavenderursa - masterlist
@lunapascal - masterlist
@oonajaeadira - masterlist
@prolix-yuy - masterlist
@radiowallet - masterlist
@sirowsky - masterlist
@skvatnavle - masterlist
@something-tofightfor - masterlist
@the-blind-assassin-12 - masterlist
@wildemaven - masterlist
@yespolkadotkitty - masterlist
#no age gap#y'all do you#this is a 'yes and' approach#there's desire for these no age gap stories#so here's a resource#fic rec#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal character fanfic
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A list of all my favourite PEDRO CHARACTER VALENTINE'S DAY/THEMED FIC RECS, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.
PART 1 | PART 2 HERE
Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤
⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.
Includes Valentine themed stories from previous years, as well as current. Will be added to as more are released.
Happy Reading! 🖤
💘Rockford & Roses Tim Rockford & Heyday Hero Valentine's Special Marcus Moreno - @morallyinept
💘Secret Admirer - @demigoddessqueens Mr Ben
💘A Valentine's In Reverse - @littlebirdsbookshelf Dave York
💘Agent Cupid - @pimosworld Dave York
💘A Reveal - @odetodilfs Din Djarin M!Reader
💘A Small Bouquet - @thepaperpanda Joel Miller
💘San Valentín Series - @sp00kymulderr Javier Peña
💘Pushing The Envelope Max Phillips, Pelicans Frankie Morales & Watercolour Marcus Pike - @something-tofightfor
💘Loneliness - @sirowsky Pero Tovar
💘Secret Admirer - @whatsnewalycat Javier Peña
💘Valentine's Day - @polaroidpascal Frankie Morales
💘Something Right - @sweetercalypso Frankie Morales
💘Tres Besos - @mrsmando Javier Peña
💘Stupid Cupid - @hellishjoel Frankie Morales
💘My Funny Valentine - @pascalpvnk Joel Miller
💘Sweetheart - @joels-shitty-puns Joel Miller
💘As Long As I Have You - @beskarandblasters Joel Miller
💘For Valentine's Day - @wardenparker & @absurdthirst Joel Miller
💘Something Soft - @skittlesfics Joel Miller
💘Can't Fight Cupid - @absurdthirst Max Phillips
💘Are You Mine? - @eupheme Joel Miller
💘Strawberry Cakes - @vivian-pascal Joel Miller
💘Candy Hearts - @joelmillerisapunk Joel Miller
💘A Beskar Valentine - @firstofficerwiggles Din Djarin
💘Simple Love - @frenchiereading Frankie Morales
💘Until Now - @talaok Joel Miller
💘Grumpy Joel Miller Loves Him Some Corn Bread - @connectioneverywhere Joel Miller
💘Along For The Ride - @proxima-writes Joel Miller
💘Let's All Go To The Lobby - @corazondebeskar-reads Joel Miller
💘Psyche & Cupid - @macfrog Joel Miller
💘Full - @endlessthxxghts Frankie Morales
💘Consequences - @iamasaddie Joel Miller
💘Valentine's Day - @joelslegalwhre Dieter Bravo
💘Te Quiero - @notjustjavierpena Javier Peña
❤️VARIOUS PEDRO BOY MASTERLISTS:
💘Just A Date Series - @lady-bess Various Pedro Boys
💘Love At First... Series - @goodwithcheese Various Pedro Boys
💘Valentine's Prompts Masterlist - @trulybetty Various Pedro Boys
💘February Fluff Masterlist - @cowboy-turtle Various Pedro Boys
💘Fluffbruary Masterlist - @oonajaeadira Various Pedro Boys
#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#valentines day#pedro pascal cinematic universe#PPCU#jett's fic recs
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JOSE PEDRO BALMACEDA PASCAL
HIS CHARACTERS
🌟 Good Morning, Bachelor Nation! 🌟 by @elvinaa
You have a big ass by @pedros-husband
How about 7 Pedros for a minute each? by @oonajaeadira
scary movie typa guy ; genre of movies pedro boys are into by @creedslove
Having Triplets: by @absurdthirst
PEDRO PASCAL
reader calls, telling him they had to go to the emergency room by @judysxnd
he hated the feeling or thought of reader ever leaving ; protective pedro ; blind date ; comforts him ; none of that really matters ; him just loving being a girl dad ; pedro x sick!reader ; whole pregnancy by @talaok (at this point I sould've just put her masterlist link here, lol)
it's not that kind of cold shower (pedro x gn/m!reader) ; 🎯MASTERLIST🎯pedro pascal x gn/m!reader by @pedge-stuff
PERO TOVAR
Pero Tovar and his Guerrera by @prolix-yuy
friend sets Pedro and (y/n) on a blind date by @talaok
take my hand - pero tovar x fem!reader by @pedrito-friskito
Temple of Love ; Grumpy Pumpkin by @sirowsky-stories
OBERYN MARTELL
Window Shopping by @the-dendrophile-bookdragon
Birfday - Oberyn by @writeforfandoms
MARCUS PIKE
I’m Here by @davnittbraes
Forgive These Bones I'm Hiding (Part 2 of 2) by @whataperfectwasteoftime
JAVIER PENA
I know that I shouldn't... but I love you. by @odetodilfs
Nᴏᴛ Iɴᴛᴏ Bᴏʏs (Jᴀᴠɪᴇʀ Pᴇñᴀ) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc
Crossroads (Javier Peña x AFAB!Reader) ; Narcos Masterlist by @ithebookhoarder
wait, what? by @plentyoffandoms
Trick and Treat by @jobean12-blog
tolerate it [javi peña x gn!reader] by @mandoalorian
quickie at the party ; LA LLUVIA 🌧️ by @creedslove
JOEL MILLER
the sun will shine again by @foli-vora
loads of hickeys by @talaok
doing a million steps nightly skin care routine ; The Millers 💖 by @creedslove
Joel Miller Masterlist by @jobean12-blog
sated by @softlyspector
Feral Masterlist by @ohraicodoll
"a gentle hand" — joel miller by @louswrld11
All Good Things [a Joel x f!reader fic] by @criticallyacclaimedstranger
a sheep in wolf's clothing by @jupiter-soups
Halloween Special by @strang3lov3
I wanna show you off by @joelscurls
crying for the first time ever by @joels-shitty-puns
grumpy!husband!joel by @cruelfvkingsummer
JAVI GUTIERREZ
Skinny Dipping by @second-axis-point
Kinktober Day 13: Javi Gutiérrez w/overstimulation and bondage. by @odetodilfs
DIN DJARIN
In The Silence by @dindjarindiaries
D.D. - "Then we'll find out together." by @missredherring
Uncut by @beskarandblasters
the cantina by @spctrsgf
trying boba tea for the first time by @toxic-seduction
50. Nothing is wrong with you. 55. I’m not going anywhere. ; Soft!Din by @ezrasbirdie
Familiar & Unfamiliar by @theidiotwhowritesthings
DIETER BRAVO
2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #10: Dieter Bravo - A Kiss While Baking by @something-tofightfor
DAVE YORK
Surrogate Love {Dave York x F!Reader} by @absurdthirst
FRANKIE MORALES
Broken by @musings-of-a-rose
sweet treat (frankie morales x f!plus-size!reader) by @mrsmando
Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ (Fʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ Mᴏʀᴀʟᴇs) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc
Telltale Heart by @astroboots
fading ; something new [plus size fem reader] by @ezrasbirdie
MARCUS PIKE
pretending to be him ; RE-ENCOUNTER 🎨 by @creedslove
used by you by @foli-vora
SILVA
Tʜᴇ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Mᴀɴ (Sɪʟᴠᴀ) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc
PS : I reblog all this amazing fanfic on my other tumblr account on @uwiuwi. I just like to reread, but it got me so stressfull when my main blog so full with reblogs, so I make this masterlist for my future self. I hope none of the authors of the fanfics I put in here mad. Sorry and Thank you for your hardwork guys.
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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼
@milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape
New Works Added ✨
Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊
As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊
@burntheedges Joel Hearts / Frankie Is This a Date?
@beskarandblasters Joel As Long As I Have You + The Warmth of Your Gaze, The Lingering of Your Touch / Frankie Watch the World From the Sidelines
@wardenparker @absurdthirst Joel For Valentine’s Day / Dieter “I'm not getting you coffee, your order is ridiculous".
@flightlessangelwings Joel Could I Have This Kiss Forever? / Din What Was Unspoken, And What We Finally Said
@eupheme Joel Are You Mine?
@missredherring Joel A Flower in February
@whatsnewalycat Joel Ruthless
@firstofficerwiggles Din A Beskar Valentine
@lowlights Din Recalibration
@dindjarindiaries Din Your Needs, My Needs
@saradika Din Beneath the Mask
@haylzcyon Din Fell in Love With the Fire
@undercoverpena Frankie Wet n’ Wild / Din Cold, Lips Blue
@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Frankie The Cupid Shuffle
@toomanystoriessolittletime Frankie Fucked Royalty
@tieronecrush Frankie BNBG (brand new baby girl)
@musings-of-a-rose Clint A New Life
@ezrasbirdie Dieter Bright Lights
@tightjeansjavi Dieter Tea Party + Chamomile
@psychedelic-ink Dieter + Javi G Amour Amour Amour / Joel A Happy Man / Marcus P The Louvre
@secretelephanttattoo Marcus P Confetti
@movievillainess721 Whiskey Watermelon Moonshine
@morallyinept Marcus M Heyday Hero – A Valentine’s Story / Dieter A Cup of Love
@sirowsky Marcus M An Unexpected Valentine
@something-tofightfor SNL Wing Pit Second and Goal
#my library#pedro pascal character fanfiction#marcus pike#marcus moreno#dieter bravo#frankie morales#clint freaky tales#din djarin#javi gutierrez#joel miller#agent whiskey
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PedroStories 1000 followers celebration
MASTERLIST
Thank you for participating in PedroStories’ 1000 followers celebration! 💜 Stay tuned, we have other activations planned for the fanfic writers and lovers in the near future! 👀
Here you can find the announcement with the prompts!
You can find all the works submitted by the participants under the cut!
* - Mature/Explicit work
Ezra
Dreams of Love by @tea-reads
Pero Tovar
* Collision (series) by @sirowsky-stories
* falling again (series) by @221bshrlocked
Jack Daniels
* You And I Were Fireworks by @stardustandskycrystals
* The Riding Lesson by @bluestar22x
Playing pretend by @bluebeary-jay
Joel Miller
Where might I be, if I were not here? by @jomiddlemarch
Because you saw me when I was invisible by @jomiddlemarch
It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death by @jomiddlemarch
on the cold earth under the cold sky by @jomiddlemarch
* angel of small death by @brewsterispunkk
One Kick by @nonexistent-introvert
* I can’t stop thinking about you. by @bellofthemeadow
Dieter Bravo
Closer Than Expected by @ghostofskywalker
Din Djarin
* cupid's chokehold by @deathwife
Dave York
* Three Days by @massivedreamer
Frankie Morales
Stood Up by @trulybetty
* Put Yourself in My Place by @alwaysbethewest
Always Here For You by @jwritesfanfics
Max Phillips
* i wanna do bad things with you (series) by @chronically-ghosted
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#admin post#pedrostories1k#masterlist#fic rec#pedro pascal character fanfiction#ezra#pero tovar#jack daniels#agent whiskey#joel miller#dieter bravo#din djarin#dave york#frankie morales#max phillips
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I’m feeling really shit right now. Got loads of tests coming up and I’m not being as productive as I should be and I’m struggling to make good results come up with my practice work and the person who’s helping me is not happy with that. And neither am I. So, I’m tagging some of my favorite writers to see if they’re willing to write me a story to make me feel better. If you are, hit me up and I’ll send you my request. I do want this story pretty soon though, so if you have prior engagements and can’t do this I understand. But if you can, I’d appreciate being hit up and a story being made in MOI’s honor. Thank you
Tags:
@forever-rogue @daddy-dins-girl @fuckyeahdindjarin @whiskeynwriting @guess-my-next-obsession @talaok @flightlessangelwings @beskarandblastersfics @beefrobeefcal @f0rever15elf @for-a-longlongtime @dindjarindiaries @absurdthirst @astroboots @perotovar @psychedelic-ink @palioom @prolix-yuy @foli-vora @moralesispunk @mrsmando @mandoalorian @oonajaeadira @churchofthesluttyknee @tropes-and-tales @morallyinept @musings-of-a-rose @ezrasbirdie @creedslove @brighttears @little-mrs-morales @littlemisspascal @frannyzooey @softlyspector @sirowsky @swiftispunk @wheresarizona @softpascalito @princessanglophile
#pedro pascal#make me feel better#i’m sad#i’m sorry#i’m lazy#i’m not proud of myself#i’m not proud of this
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The Old Prince
Part 4
Author's Note: Hello, again! I still can't get this story out of my head. I'm introducing a new element to it in this chapter, which we'll all get more acquainted with in the next one, but I'm adding an image at the end of this one, to give you all an idea of what it'll look like.
Description: After realizing that Oberyn hasn't been honest with you, life back home has becomes anxious, filled with questions that you fear may never be answered. But you still have to try and find some normality, and this year's Thanksgiving Ball seems like a good place to start.
Rating: Mature 18+ONLY
Warnings: Monster Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, AU fic, eventual romance, obviously Halloween themed, reader cusses, lots of angst in this one, overprotective coworker, slightly jealous Oberyn.
Word Count: 6030
Author's Masterlist
You’re back at work already the next day. Halloween has come and gone, which means it’s time to prepare for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and since you’re one of only four employees at the local holiday specials store, you’re sorely needed. September through December are the busiest months for this type of store, so every day you’re not all working is a minor disaster.
But if you’re honest, it isn’t your loyalty to the job that’s responsible for your quick return or the extra hours you’re putting in.
It’s simply because the job is the only thing that takes your mind off him.
When you’re home, he’s all you can think about. You hear his voice as clearly as if he’s standing in the room with you, asking questions about your life and then letting you prattle on for hours. Something you had attributed to his kind nature and polite manners.
Now though, it seems more like he was trying to learn as much about you as he could, for reasons you don’t dare to even imagine.
He’d asked you about trivial things, like what book you’d last read or if you prefer to stack your firewood bark side up or down, which you still can’t see the harm in having told him. But he’d also asked you about your work, your people, your interests and how you spend your days, the answers to which must’ve allowed someone of his age and accumulated knowledge of people, to fully grasp your personality and character.
So, why is that making you have a mild panic attack every time you think about it?
Because you have no idea what he might do with that knowledge. Maybe he was just curious. Maybe it makes no difference at all what you’ve told him. It is possible that he really was just happy for the company.
It’s the “what if” that plagues you.
Because if he does decide to use his knowledge against you, the odds will be entirely in his favor, since you know nothing about him in comparison.
You want to believe that you wouldn’t have fallen for him (and you did fall for him) if he is indeed the monster that tried to kill you. But in truth, there’s no way that you could know that with any certainty.
Just like there’s nothing you can do to protect yourself from him, either way.
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The hours are endless and deafeningly silent in the days after your departure.
He has never been one to wander, to have that restless tremor within, pulling one to their feet and refusing to let them remain still. But he does now.
The stone will quickly turn polished with all his wandering, should the feeling not subside soon enough, which it gives no indication that it will.
So, he wanders. Through each of the nine wings and up into each of the nine towers, yours being the tallest, and the only one he lingers in. The only place that now offers him peacefulness.
He is aware that he still calls it yours, even though your stay was brief, and you will never again reside there. But it holds so much of your scent still.
He sits there for hours sometimes, forgetting time all together as he drinks in your skin, hair, the faint lavender scent of your own sheets which you brought with you to this bed. He wonders how long it will take before he will no longer recall the softness of your lips. He thinks of them often, in the hopes that the memory might remain fresh to his senses for a little longer.
But after only one week, his resolve is already faltering. He dreams of you. Wakes up screaming and drenched in sweat at the memory of his teeth embedded in your soft and tender flesh.
And other times, when the dream has been wonderful… he wakes up erect, longing so desperately for the mere touch of your skin against his own, that he cannot refrain from pleasuring himself to the very thought.
This does not shame him, though. He is much too old to concern himself with the public perception of what is considered right or wrong among the many varieties of carnal pleasures.
The modern world would likely frown at his history of dalliances, as he has always been a man of omnivorous taste. He has never coveted children, but gender has never been an obstacle to pleasure, in his eyes.
He has found that women offer a comfort and an emotional closeness that the males with which he has explored enjoyment in the past, have not given as freely. But this was long ago. The world has changed much since then, and gender appears to have become less rigid of late, which Oberyn finds most agreeable.
Still, it’s in a woman’s embrace he has most often felt at home and wanted, beyond that of the carnal.
And then there is you.
His Valya, though his only by name, not commitment. The first person ever to command such control over his mind and senses. He feels almost enslaved by your very being, as though your mere existence demands his servitude.
And surprisingly, he has no objections to this.
A terrible fatigue and weariness with the centuries upon centuries of managing himself, always fearful that a moment’s loss of control will result in carnage, has taken root within his being, and will not be untethered.
It festers there, making him increasingly agitated, whilst also draining him of all desire and every grain of levity that he had once possessed.
But in your company, all this turns pale, irrelevant and silenced. You have freed his heart and brought light back to his soul, and now that he has felt it once more, he cannot stand the loss.
The slow, but still so noticeable, reversion to that caged and lonesome man who spends every waking moment fearing the dragon more than any man who might encounter him.
Still, you are not as a drug to him. He does not crave you the way a drinker craves the bottle, enslaved by the need to consume, dull, and forget. Instead, he feels only brightened, strengthened and awakened by you.
In your presence, Oberyn comes alive, for the first time in ages feeling stronger than the beast, and therefor less controlled by it.
Every waking moment, his mind looks for ways to relate to you. Everything he sees, smells, touches, it all somehow becomes about you, because that is how dearly he misses you.
And it’s getting worse.
Each day, he battles with himself over whether he has just cause to seek you out once again, and every day, pushing the victory to your favor becomes that much harder.
He knows that he will eventually fail, because even if he flew to the other side of the world, there would be nothing to stop him from returning. Your house, work and people are known to him, so the day that he eventually fails to convince himself that you are always safer away from him, he will have no trouble finding you.
It was you that kissed him. He did not ask you to. And that is the carrot which forever dangles before his lips, sweetening his thoughts with the notion that you might do so again, if given a chance.
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It takes three weeks before you begin to be able to walk around outside your own house after dark, without fighting panic at the sight of every deep dark shadow, expecting to see golden eyes glowing as they stalk you.
The fear is still there, but with every day that passes without any sighting of the serpent, you’re starting to become less controlled by it.
You tell yourself that he wouldn’t have let you go just to come after you again, that would’ve been pointless.
But you also wonder if the woman who’d owned this house before you, and who’d vanished without a trace one day over eight years ago, had really wandered off and gotten lost like people think, or if she too could’ve encountered your captor.
All in all, over the past fifty years, the Seven Hills have claimed nearly thirty lives, half of which have been accidents when people have underestimated the danger of some of the trails, falling to their deaths over cliff-edges, or simply getting lost.
But the other half are unaccounted for. People who just vanished out there. Assumed to have fallen into crevasses or perhaps been buried under mudslides. Natural events.
If Oberyn hadn’t brought you back, you would’ve become part of that statistic. Which is a frightening thought.
It’s all frightening. Just the reality that dragons aren’t a myth is enough to make you shiver in your bed when you’re trying to sleep, which you haven’t been able to do much of recently.
Fortunately, the holidays are tightly packed at this time of year, so you have no problems staying busy.
The city council made a brilliant move around a decade ago, with the decision to create a separate account for all profits earned by tourism. The Seven Hills isn’t a city which depends financially on tourism, so it didn’t affect the overall economy. And the brilliance of this move, lay in what that money has since been earmarked for.
Which is celebrations.
Holidays, anniversaries, and other significant events are all celebrated with parades, formal balls or just big parties, all at the expense of that one account.
The idea had come from a police officer, who had been concerned about a steady incline of violent crimes, and her hope had been that people who have fun together might be less likely to harm one another. Which had happily turned out to be correct.
So, when you wake up on Thanksgiving morning, having managed to scrape together a handful hours of decent sleep, it isn’t a family dinner you’re planning on going to.
Not that you have any family to celebrate with, even if you’d wanted to. You were an angel baby, left at the front steps of the local church when you were just days old.
The woman who’d ended up raising you had been lovely, and your relationship with her had been good, right up until she’d died shortly after you’d turned sixteen.
After that, the city had become your family, albeit a distant one. You like your coworkers and you do hang out with them outside of work now and then, but you’re not close. You don’t talk to them about personal stuff.
Perhaps because you’d started your life being abandoned, that’s what you’ve come to expect from everyone, so you shield yourself from caring too much. From letting people in.
Which is why Oberyn’s betrayal hit you so hard. Because you did let him in. Against the wisdom of all your experience and even the fact that you had literally no reason at all to trust him, you’d told him everything that you never tell anyone.
In just a few days, he’d somehow managed to make you feel safer with him than with any other person you’ve ever met, and he’d done that despite knowing that he was the one who’d almost killed you.
“Stop it…” you tell yourself, closing your eyes for a moment over your morning tea, because you’d promised yourself that you’re not gonna let him ruin this day.
Not Thanksgiving. Not the one day of the year specifically dedicated to remembering and celebrating the positives.
This year, the city’s celebration is gonna be a ball at the old courthouse. It’s the fanciest building in town, made of stone and actually resembling a castle more than anything you’d normally associate with legal matters.
It was commissioned in the late 1800’s by a wealthy lord who wanted criminals to know just how far removed from greatness they were, so he had every piece of metal within the courthouse coated with gold and silver, and every chair was made for comfort and splendor. Except the one offered to the accused, which was just the simplest and cheapest wooden chair that could be made.
Because of the small fortune of precious metals, the house was prone to burglary and vandalism, so over time, its splendor lessened and by the time they stopped using it, some fifty years later, it was far from the opulence of its original state.
But around thirty years ago, the city decided that since it’s a historic building, it should be preserved, and spent two years and a lot of money on restoring it. And while the metals are fake these days, it still looks every bit as pretentious as it was always meant to.
It’s a perfect venue for any kind of party, though. And especially a ball.
You’ve had a dress picked out and ready since before Halloween, but because you’re also part of the crew for this event, you won’t be putting it on until you’re already there. It’s packed and ready, along with some makeup and hair styling stuff, all of which you’ll need to remember to bring so that you can get changed once your work is done.
All the staff from the shop try to help out for these kinds of events because you’re the town’s experts on decorations, and you all enjoy getting to apply your skills on a bigger scale now and then.
The party starts at 4 pm, with the mayor of the city giving his annual thankfulness speech, which is never as dull as it sounds, because the mayor is a former standup comedian, of all things. And although he’s pushing seventy now, he still knows how to work a crowd and get a good mood going.
After that, the dance begins. It’s a blend of classics like foxtrot and waltz, as well as line dance and even hip-hop, but the first one is always a traditional square dance.
Everyone who lives here knows that one, because if you chose not to participate in the first dance, hardly anyone will talk to you for the rest of the evening because they’ll assume that you’re a person who just hates fun.
You know that because you made that mistake as a teenager.
After the dance, when everyone’s gotten their appetite going, the Thanksgiving dinner is served, and then the program ends and people can just hang around or go home.
You arrive at the courthouse shortly before 9 am, after tending to Casper and triple checking that you remembered everything, finding two of your colleagues already there.
“Hey, Boo,” Simon calls to you as you walk in with your bags.
It’s a nickname you’ve earned over time, by managing to individually scare every one of your coworkers into falling to the floor, just by saying “boo”.
“Hey, Si. How are we doing?” you answer, dropping your stuff in a corner and then looking over the boxes of decorations.
“We brought all the labelled boxes, and Kelli remembered the glitter cannons.”
“What about the balloons?”
“Oh, yeah, Micah’s already working on those,” he says, and gestures casually towards an unspecified area of the building.
“Great, then I’ll get started on the leaves and garlands. Unless you want help with the tables?” you ask, looking out over the large open space that had once been the waiting hall and grand foyer.
It had been made to look like something out of the roman empire, with giant marble pillars recessed into the walls, serving no purpose other than to add to the grandeur of the room.
The hall cuts through the entire length of the building, perhaps a hundred yards long, and easily thirty yards wide, with a curved ceiling around fifteen feet off the floor at the center, and five big crystal chandeliers dangling from up there.
It’s full of tables today, but the size of the room makes them look like something from a dollhouse.
In contrast, the empty courtroom which will serve as the dancehall, looks smaller than it is.
“Nah, I’m good. You get going on that, I’ll let you know if I need your help,” Simon replies, so you smile and nod, before grabbing a box and setting off to the right where the big double doors to the courtroom stand open.
It’s fun work, getting to decorate a place like this, and while all four of you initially work separately, soon enough, you’re all helping Simon in the foyer, because the tables always take longest and requires the most precision.
“You know, you really didn’t need to bring your makeup, Boo,” Kelli says when you’re working side by side on the finishing touches of the table decorations.
“What do you mean?” you ask her, but you have an idea of where she’s going with this.
“Look, I don’t know where you went, but if it’s true that you were just lost in the woods, then you must’ve found the fountain of youth or something.”
She doesn’t sound envious or even annoyed, just disappointed, and you want to retort so badly. To rebel against the notion that you’ve lied about getting lost in the woods just to cover up a trip to some fucking beauty clinic, or whatever.
But you can’t, because you can’t explain the change in your appearance.
“Oh, I found something…” you say between tight jaws, unable to hold back your frustration at the mere thought of the slithering serpent.
She can tell from your tone that asking any further questions isn’t gonna end well, so she changes the topic, instead getting back to the evening and how excited she is.
But when the time comes for the four of you to get ready, you find yourself standing there in your dress, staring in the mirror at the face that isn’t yours, and yet, is somehow also the perfect you.
Not perfectly symmetrical or flawless in that kinda way, but just… perfect in a sense of natural beauty, perhaps.
Kelli’s right, putting makeup on is basically redundant, since there’s nothing really to improve. And if you’d had a choice in the matter, it might not have felt so artificial. But it does. It feels anything but natural.
“Not today,” you remind yourself, meeting your own eyes in the reflection. “You can wallow as much as you want tomorrow, but today, you’re thankful to be alive and to have all the comforts you need.
And for Casper, your white knight. Even though he ran away.”
When you walk back out into the grand hall, you’re met by the sight of people pouring in through the massive, double oak doors, in a slow and happily chatting procession. They’re allowed to sit at the tables if they want to, even though dinner isn’t for several hours yet, since there are only a few stone benches available throughout the building for anyone needing to rest their legs.
Everyone knows who you are, so as you make your way through the crowd, you’re met with greetings and polite nods, but also a lot of slightly stunned and gaping faces as they look you over. You try to ignore it and just focus on finding your colleagues, but soon enough, you’re hearing people whispering about you as you pass them.
And suddenly you’re regretting picking such a glamorous dress.
It’s golden in color, which you’d picked because of how perfectly it compliments your skin tone, but which now makes it feel flamboyant and excessive.
But it’s also the simplicity of it that drew you to it. There aren’t any garnishes, it’s just a softly flowing fabric that hugs your form in a very gentle and comfortable way. Not too tight anywhere, not restricting your movements at all, since the skirt is designed to make it look like liquid gold in motion.
By the time you reach Simon, standing at the door to welcome people, you’re regretting having come here at all today.
“Hey… are you alright?” he asks when he sees you, and while you notice that he too roams over your form with wide eyes, unlike everyone else, he doesn’t comment on it, and his gaze returns to your face with a concerned wrinkle between his brows.
“Everyone looks at me like I’m a freak,” you whisper, dropping your head forwards to not have to see anyone’s scrutiny anymore.
Ordinarily, you wouldn’t be particularly concerned about people’s opinion of you, and again, if this change had been your choice, you could’ve held your head high and ignored them.
But since it wasn’t, you’re left feeling unfairly judged, and knowing that you’re also incapable of defending yourself on this matter just makes it that much worse.
Instead of trying to comfort you by telling you that there’s nothing wrong with you, Simon turns away from the crowd and gives you a long and firm hug. Because that’s the kind of person he is. He suffers from terrible anxiety himself, something he’s learned to live with and knows how to manage for himself, but which also makes him really good at understanding that words can be powerless against feelings sometimes.
You thank him before he lets you go, because he’s already made you feel better, and he just smiles in return before getting back to work. You stay there next to him, letting his calm and positive energy infect you while you try to avoid looking at any one person for too long as you help him welcome them to the celebration.
The mayor is the only one who stops to shake your hands and thank you for your work, before he steps inside and prepares to deliver his speech.
As always, he executes it with practiced ease and has the crowd in tears of laughter before the end, even though he’s managed to fit in serious things like being thankful for the continued decline in crime rates, or how well the city has recovered after a local factory had burned down six months ago.
He finishes by encouraging everyone to step over to the courtroom for the dance, and everyone does.
The wonderful thing about dancing is that no one cares all that much what anyone else is wearing or how they look, as they move across the floor together. It’s just about having fun and letting the rhythm take you.
Still, once the square dance is done, Simon kindly comes to your rescue when no one on the floor offers to pair up with you for the next dance, which is a foxtrot.
He’s not the best dancer in the room, but again, none of that matters as the point is to let go of expectations and enjoy yourselves free of judgement.
He doesn’t step away when the song ends and you’ve taken your bows, preparing to lead you on for the next one as well, but just as you take your positions, there’s a voice to your right.
“May I cut in?”
You stop breathing at the mere sound of it. The voice that’s haunted your thoughts and dreams for weeks now, the voice that heats your blood and sends shivers along your skin.
“Uh… sure,” you hear Simon hesitantly agree, since you’re not objecting, and then step away.
Still not breathing, you look up as the much taller Oberyn takes his place, confidently taking your waist and then your hand, sending sparks through you with his mere touch.
He looks exactly the same, donning his customary green coat and black trousers, as suitable at a black-tie event as they’d seemed in the dark and mysterious castle.
The coat is one of those stand-up collar ones, with around fifteen silk buttons leading from his Adam’s apple down to his waist, where the weight of the fabric holds the two sides close together down to just below his knees.
And the sleeves stop over the base of his hands, not at the wrist, so whatever he might be wearing underneath, no one can see it.
The only other time you’ve been this close to him (aside from the kiss) was when he’d carried you inside that first day, and you hadn’t been paying this close attention to him then.
But you are now. Because you wholeheartedly suspect him of being a monster underneath those clothes.
Still, not one bone in your body is telling you to run.
“Breathe, Kaivalya,” he whispers close to your ear, and your body responds as if it had been a command, desperately filling your lungs until you start to feel dizzy.
“You… you shouldn’t be here,” you whisper back, just as the dance begins and he starts to waltz you around the room as elegantly as if he’d been a professional dancer.
“No, I really shouldn’t,” he agrees, and then pauses before adding: “But I can’t stop thinking about you.”
The air flowing over his skin as he moves sends his natural fragrance straight into your nostrils, and it makes your knees weaken, stoking the heat that already simmers somewhere in your gut, clouding your thoughts with desire.
But it’s that feeling that gives you the strength to push away from him.
It scares you. The hypnotic way that you react to him. And that fear is enough to give you back your senses.
You step back, almost colliding with another dancing pair, and when he lets go of you, you turn and start to make your way to the exit.
The air suddenly feels thick and hard to inhale, strangling you as you try to free yourself of the crowd, the music, and the strange sensation of your brain being caged by your own senses.
Reaching the brisk winter air outside of the main entrance, you stop, holding on to a lamppost at the top of the stairs not to fall over with how dizzy you feel.
A hand comes to rest on your shoulder, but it isn’t Oberyn’s. Simon has noticed what’s happened and followed you outside. He’s a good guy, and you can imagine how that scene in there must’ve looked to him. But you would’ve preferred it if he’d left you alone this time.
“Who is that guy, Boo? You want me to get rid of him?” he asks, but before you can answer, you feel him twitch and pull away from you.
“You could not remove me however hard you tried, boy,” Oberyn says, and you can hear a dark tinge to his voice now.
But it’s not arrogance. It sounds more like… jealousy.
“That’s not up to me. If my friend doesn’t want you here, then you’re not staying, and I’ve got plenty of people here that’ll back me up if I ask them,” Si persists, entirely undeterred by the other man’s superiority.
There’s a slightly possessive edge to the way he says “my friend” which would ordinarily have made you feel appreciative of his protectiveness, because you’re not actually that close. But today, it makes you feel like a toy being fought over, and you don’t like it.
You straighten up, having finally gotten yourself under control, just in time to see the serpent step closer to your colleague.
“That’s enough, both of you!” you call out to get their attention. “Simon, go back inside.”
“Boo-…” he begins to protest, but you cut him off.
“I just needed some air, I’m fine. Please, just go so that we can talk.”
He hesitates, throwing a suspicious glance at the other man, but then does what you’ve asked. Because in the end, he knows that you’d never agree to be alone with someone that you fear might hurt you.
But the things is, you do fear that Oberyn might hurt you. You just also need answers, badly enough that you’re prepared to demand them now that he’s here and can answer you.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either,” you admit once the two of you are alone. “But I’m pretty sure that we have very different reasons why.”
He remains at a respectful distance now that you’re not dancing, and you notice that the heat from before is starting to fade, leaving you exposed to the winter chill.
You cross your arms over your waist to keep them warm. There are no sleeves on your dress, so the slight breeze is already threatening to make you shiver.
Why is it that whenever you’re around this man, you’re either too hot or too damned cold?
“What are your reasons, my lady?” he asks, and his voice is soft now.
Not inviting or seductively soft, but more like it’s been subdued by worry and trepidation.
“I need to know… what you are,” you say quietly, watching his face without blinking for fear that you might miss some revealing detail.
But his features remain unchanged, and no answer seems to come to his lips, so you step closer while trying to fortify yourself against something, but you’re not even sure what.
“Are you the one that bit me?” you ask, damned near choking on the last two words, but still, he remains statuesque before you, driving your fear into frustration. “Damned it, you owe me answers, Oberyn! Tell me the truth…… Are you the serpent?”
For what seems like one endless moment, he merely stares back at you. But then, ever so slowly, a terrible sadness begins to flood his eyes.
He bows his head and closes them, perhaps trying to stop the feeling, but it just spreads. Spilling into his brows and forehead, and then down to his cheeks and mouth.
It’s subtle, and yet so distinct. So unmistakably sorrowful, as if drawn from the sky and the deepest recesses of the earth, filling every cell of his being with a pain unlike anything you’ve ever seen.
“I will not ask your forgiveness… I could never earn such a thing,” he says, speaking so quietly now that you have to step even closer just to hear him. “I ask only that you believe me when I say that I never wanted to hurt you.”
He opens his eyes again, and when he finds you standing closer, he backs away and shifts his hands behind his back, as if trying to keep them from reaching for you.
“I saw you running, and I tried to distract myself by going after Casper, but it was too late. I had already caught your scent,” he explains, and you’re mildly impressed that he isn’t making excuses or trying to convince you that he’s worthy of redemption.
“And if I were to run away now?” you wonder, trying to understand how the man and the beast are connected.
“I would let you,” he replies quickly, clearly eager to make you feel as safe as you can around him. “In my human form, my human instincts are in control. You are never in danger from… me.”
“But if you were to become that thing right now…?” you press on, still far from convinced of your own safety.
He thinks on that for a moment, and there seems to be something uncertain to his conclusion.
“The real reason why I sedated you for the journey home, was because I needed to fly you back,” he begins, and you can’t stop the sharp gasp and the two steps that you stumble backwards, away from him, as you hear that. “But even the beast is enchanted with you now, Valya.
I want only to protect you, no matter what form I might take,” he finishes, unable to keep himself from coming closer and extending a hand to you.
“No, you stay away from me,” you warn, stepping back further.
He stops cold, and the sorrow in his eyes transforms into something you can only describe as the purest pain imaginable. It cuts and tears at your heart, because even though he did hurt and lie to you, he doesn’t deserve to suffer this severely for it.
But however much you might want to ease his pain, you don’t know how, because you can’t reconcile with what he’s done to you.
“As you wish, my lady,” he says, and his voice breaks at each word.
He straightens himself, and then bows fully, dropping his entire torso halfway forwards in a perfect display of submission. And when he rises again, tears have filled his eyes to the brim.
“Always…” he adds in a barely audible whisper, and then he turns and starts to walk down the front steps of the courthouse.
The air cools significantly as he departs, and you wonder if that’s just your senses tricking you, or if he really does warm his surroundings by his presence alone.
Then, just as he reaches the ground, a faint glow appears in the sky, maybe a hundred feet to his left, and seems to swoop down over him.
He sees it, and stops walking to follow its journey with his gaze, as it makes an elegant turn which changes its direction towards you.
And when it does, you can see that it’s an owl. But not like any you’ve ever seen before. It’s almost transparent, and when it flaps its wings, they seem to leave entire galaxies of stars behind them, fading as quickly as they appear.
It flies straight at you, landing on top of the half-pillar that makes up the corner of the stone railing to the staircase, where it folds its wings back and just stares at you.
Mesmerized by its large blue eyes, you stare back, feeling as though an infinite mass of knowledge lies within this creature, and that it uses this knowledge to judge you.
It’s about the size of the golden eagle named Marahute in that Disney movie with the mouse rescuers, but the fact that you can almost see through it makes it slightly less imposing.
If it is judging you in some way, it can’t be too damning a conclusion because you feel no discomfort from the being. In fact, for the entire time it stares at you, you feel nothing at all.
Then suddenly, it opens its wings and takes off with one large leap, fading into nothingness within just one little second.
“Wow…” you breathe, having completely forgotten your worries for a moment.
“You saw it?” Oberyn asks from his spot on the ground at the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah, it was amazing. What is it?” you wonder, taking your eyes from the sky and back to him, finding him looking extremely puzzled.
“She is the Sky-spirit: Caelum. But…… humans cannot see her.”
You stare into his eyes while his words reach you, and the implication behind them slowly sinks in.
The temporary reprieve of your emotional turmoil is wrung from you with ruthless force, and this time, it’s your eyes that are suddenly brimming with tears, your frame that’s brutally tortured by the inescapable truth.
“What did you do to me…?” you accuse, glaring at him now because all you have left to turn to is anger. “What am I? What did you turn me into?”
But as horrible as you feel, as much as these thoughts are plaguing you, your feelings still somehow pale compared to the enormity of his.
The knowledge that he’s robbed you of your own reality, seemingly without him even knowing how or understanding why, is mercilessly demolishing him from the inside.
“I don’t know…” he confesses. “I am so deeply sorry, my dear… I have no answers.”
Your tears fall as the cold finally creeps into your blood and makes you shiver. Hugging yourself, trying to come to terms with the thought that you don’t know who you are anymore, you feel so lost.
But then the air around you is warmed up once again, and you look up to find Oberyn before you. He takes you in his arms and hugs you close, flooding your body with that same heat as before, even now when you’re in too much distress to feel anything good.
“But I will not stop until I have found them,” he promises, then he kisses your temple, pulls away, and with a gust of wind, he’s suddenly just gone.
Part 5
The Ten Spirits of the World
Air - Forest - Water - Stone - Night - Autumn - Winter - Spring - Summer.
(No, I didn't miss one. You'll see.)
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Collision Masterlist
The series that wasn't supposed to exist, but here it is.
Description: Pero Tovar x Original Female Character Nikita. This story is told entirely from Pero's point of view, and centers around his relationship to a female colleague of his. He has never wanted a more than physical relationship with her, but when her life is threatened and he ends up unintentionally learning more about her, that boundary begins to blur.
Warnings: This is a thriller-series, so expect descriptions of violence, death, and plenty of angst. Also, there's a pregnancy, severe injuries that require surgery (not related to the pregnancy), plentiful cursing, a conspiracy, a character suffering from PTSD/PTSS, and some smut. Lastly, Pero has a criminal history and was bullied as a child.
Overall, my writing is 18+ONLY and this is no exception.
I'm friendly and kind so anyone who has questions or thoughts on this is welcome to reach out however you want to.
I appreciate reblogs, and I love to hear what readers react to or find interesting about my stories, however, ALL readers are dear to my heart and I will refer to you as my loves!
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Part 1 - Who is she?
Part 2 - We need a truck.
Part 3 - It's a conspiracy.
Part 4 - What is love?
Part 5 - Everything I do.
Part 6 - Mr. Hood.
Part 7 - Stay or go?
Part 8 - The Big Problems.
Part 9 - I do it for her.
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FYI: Each chapter has a name here on the Masterlist, but not on the individual chapter pages.
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WINNER: Pedro Pascal Halloween Writing Contest
SO! I was going to wait for Halloween night to announce the winner of the Halloween Pedro contest #PedroHalloween2023 but I'm going to be taking my kiddos Trick R Treating so Mischief Night will do just fine!
Thank you to everyone who participated!!! @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist @blueeyesatnight @nickinick554 @grogusmom @bluestar22x @sirowsky-stories @kissthedog
*If I left someone out PLEASE reach out to me!
We loved reading all of the stories that came in. It was so fun and something I would love to try to do again in the future (maybe Christmas/Holidays??). Of all of the awesome, spooky and creative stories that were entered, @hearteyesforjoel and I selected the story: NOT QUALIFIED FOR THIS: COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE by @blueeyesatnight as the overall winner of the contest. CONGRATS!! If you feel comfortable to share your email with me in a PM I will send over a $10 Amazon gift card! (If not I understand!)
It was such a difficult decision because the stories were all so fun to read. Thanks again for all the participation in this. I got so excited every time I got a notification for this. So thank you all for your creativity. If I was rich I'd give everyone a token of appreciation for writing! Stay spooky and Happy Halloween!!!!
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Fandom Finds - last week of Dec
Hello! I finally got to catch up on some much-needed reading, and I'm in absolute awe of how incredibly talented people on here are. So I'm going to do a weekly round-up of things I loved in the Pedro Pascal fandom- art, fics, you name it. Here's what I loved in Dec (and a little before then, as it's the intro post!)
A gentle reminder to please support and reblog from your favourite creators to ensure more people see their amazing work!
Here we go, under the cut:
Starman (series) - @imtryingmybeskar (Ezra x F!Reader)
You know when you read something so good, you close your laptop because no words you can put on paper is going to come close to what you just read? That was me last week. This series is incredible - sensitive, insightful, a transportive glimpse into something very different. Ezra drops into his soulmate's lap, but it's not as simple as that. Clear your schedule. Read it.
Driving Mr Tovar (series) - @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x F!Reader)
When I read the original series, I turned into that crazed fan that sent the author songs that reminded me of her fic. Luckily the lovely author humoured me and we are still friends today. She's currently updating the series and the updated version is EVEN better than the original (I'm halfway through the reread of Chapter 1). Pero Tovar doesn't let anyone into his life, least of all his new driver. But he has no idea who he's up against and how his life will change. Perfect holiday escapism right here.
Queen of Poisons (series) - @artemiseamoon (Ezra x F!OFC)
Arte's Ezra and fantastic OFC Nyx has been living completely rent-free in my brain since I first inhaled the series months ago. The push and pull between these two is delicious and her heroine is a deeply nuanced badass who doesn't stand back when faced with danger. If you like supernatural worlds and strong female protagonists, you will love this.
Flowers for Ishtar (series) - Beskarberry (Din Djarin x F!Reader)
I already screamed at the author like an unhinged banshee, but this was one of the most fantastical, wild series I have ever read. Non-human!Mando and F!Reader have a solid partnership until he starts acting very weird. Please, for the love of the reptilian spacepope, read the extensive and detailed warnings, because this won't be for everyone. But if you do proceed - it's funny, magical, soft, sexy, unhinged and brilliant science-fiction fantasy with our favourite buckethead.
My only wish (series) - @foli-vora (Jack Daniels x F!Reader)
Come get your fluffy, sweet Christmas goodness here! Jack Daniels grinches his way into a a situation he never thought he's find himself in. Special appearance by a hilarious little menace who forces Jack and Reader's hand as subtly as a sledgehammer. Treat yo'self.
Unnamed (one-shot) - @juletheghoul (Frankie Morales x F!Reader Siren)
Jules' short and utterly *beautifully* devastating story about Frankie and a Siren will haunt you in more ways than one. It's the kind of story that you think about at 2am when you can't sleep.
The Fox, the Mage and the Cupboard (series) - @littlemisspascal (Multiple characters x F!Reader)
Make a cup of tea, settle under a fleece blanket and let Rae transport you to a magical world where you can forget about all the madness and real world problems. It features Javi G, Din and Pero and she makes them all very special, very distinct from each other. This series feels like a soft hug with some yearning for good measure.
An Evening with Monsters (series)- @clydesducktape (Triple Frontier boys in individual stores x F!Reader)
Kinktober hit different this year with this delicious line-up of monsters - the Triple Frontier boys are an absolute feast in this series. Thia is an incredibly talented writer, it might not be Halloween anymore, but you'll be yearning for these boys anyway.
All about the Bass - @katareyoudrilling (Marcus Pike x F!Reader)
Listen. This author has created a musical universe with the most perfect Marcus Pike (a musician) and I refuse to leave. I refuse. Get your bag, we're going to Yearnsville and staying there - this is romantic and soft and amazing. Marcus and you join an orchestra and it's not just musical notes flying. *chef's kiss*
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A list of all my favourite OBERYN MARTELL Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.
Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤
⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.
Lemon Cakes & Lust - @thetriumphantpanda
Stripes Of A Tiger & A Bond Formed Of Love - @palioom
The Viper & The Lamb Series - @supernaturalgirl20
Far From Home - @psychedelic-ink Featuring Ellaria Sand
Kinktober Day 5 - @agentwhiskeysdarlin
Does Your Mother Know? - @simpingcowboy
Sweet Reds & Starlight Mornings - @lowlights Featuring Ellaria Sand
Rescue - @deadhumourist GN!Reader
Oberyn Masterlist - @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis Lots to choose from!
The Viper's Bride Series - @wardenparker Featuring Ellaria Sand
Baths & Sunsets - @mrsbrekkers Featuring Ellaria Sand
Meant To Be Series - @radiowallet OFC
Not From Around Here Series - @mishasminion360 OFC
In Name Only Series - @forever-rogue
Wrap Around Series - @lovelyladyabsinthewrites Featuring Ellaria Sand
Flavour - @lavendertales Featuring Ellaria Sand
Little Prince & Sweet One - @redahlia-writes Featuring Ellaria Sand
Messenger Bird - @thosewickedlovelies Featuring Ellaria Sand
The Red Wolf Series - @heartsofbeskar OFC
Dark Paradise - @bits-and-babs
Sit On The Throne - @prolix-yuy
Kinktober 22 Oct 15th - @absurdthirst
Breath Of Life - @moonlight-prose
A Poisonous Truth Part 1 & Part 2 - @rise-my-angel Featuring Ellaria Sand
Holy & Heathen Series - @msmorningstaarr OFC
Happy Ending - @nothoughtsjustmeds Wife!Reader
Even Stars Will Fall Series - @cyantomatos Featuring Ellaria Sand
The Snake & The Dragon - @multifandomfanfiction
First Dance - @hopeamarsu
Aphelion Series - @something-tofightfor & @the-blind-assassin-12 Modern!Oberyn
Kinktober Praise Kink, Wax Play, Public Sex & Lactation Kink - @palioom
Fall In Love In A Single Touch - @ezrasversion
The Viper Longs For Foliage - @nerdieforpedro Plus Size F!Reader
Reaching For The Sweetest Of Peaches - @psychedelic-ink Modern AU
Enjoy The Show - @sweetenerobert M!Reader
A Baker's Dozen - Oberyn - @avastrasposts
Birthday Kiss - Oberyn Martell - @something-tofightfor
My Way - @lincolndjarin
Little Dove - @palioom
The Old Prince Series - @sirowsky
In The Night Air - @lis-likes-fics
Silent Running - @imperatorkhaleesi
The Sunshine Undertow Series - @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa Featuring Marcus Pike
#pedro pascal characters#fic recs#oberyn martell#oberyn martell game of thrones#game of thrones#the red viper#oberyn martell x reader#oberyn martell x you#oberyn martell x ofc#oberyn martell x ellaria sand#house martell#dornish prince#prince of dorne#pedro pascal character fics
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Congratulations on 11k! That is amazing! I have some recommendations for you!
Anything that @radiowallet writes is gold. From PWC to Funny Girl. It is all just 🤌🤌. She’s an amazing writer. She’s also super super amazingly nice. A bright spot in this fandom that can be kinda shitty sometimes.
Anything that @sirowsky write is amazing too. Driving Mr. Tovar is one of my comfort fics. I love it. I have read it multiple times.
@scribbledghost and her Agent Whiskey. Her Whiskey is perfect. Multitudes is another of my comfort fics.
@the-ginger-hedge-witch and her Marcus Pike. Have you read the story “Seven”? If not you should. Also read The Crush….and Forrest Ranger Frankie…..you know what…just read everything. She’s amazing.
@blueeyesatnight and her Tovar. The Cross is unbelievably good. Kept me at the edge of my seat. Also That’s Not Your Name is 🤌🤌🤌. Dieter’s relationship with Pi. I love it. The reason he names his son Pickle. Made me sob.
@oonajaeadira Again, just read everything. I can’t pick. She’s amazing. You will absolutely not be disappointed. The Sweets Series is a comfort read and don’t even get me started on Pats.
@yespolkadotkitty and her Zach and Martha. They live rent free in my head. I have read her novel “Say You’ll Stay” to many times to count. Also, Fighting Blind made me sob like a baby.
@disgruntledspacedad and her Better Love series will always live rent free in my head. It was the first fanfic that got me into the fandom and it has a soft spot in my heart. I love Ears and Javi. Seriously, it is so well written it could be a season of Narcos. She also has a super sweet and sexy Frankie story called “Fire In The Sky”
@dindjarindiaries is my go to for anything Din. She loves Din and it shows in how she writes him. She understands his character and writes him perfectly. Security is a MUST read for any Mandalorian fan.
@something-tofightfor write Joel Miller like no one else. I’m also obsessed with her story for Jay Castillo called Nightingale. I love the relationship between reader and Jay.
@jazzelsaur and her perfect story Between The Raindrops. It’s a beautiful story of two people finding love again. It made me laugh and cry. It’s perfect.
@bunniesofsteel also writes a perfect Din. The way she writes “reader” speaks to me. I relate super hard to the way she writes her. She’s strong and brave, but also has an undercurrent of anxiety and uncertainty. Again just 🤌🤌🤌
@leslie-lyman and Stranger At My Gate. I flipping love reading Tovar and she has written him so well. The relationship between Tovar and Tessa is goals. They also live rent free in my head.
I wish I could recommend everyone. There is so much talent in their fandom. Thank you all for sharing your talents.
MasterList by @radiowallet
MasterList by @sirowsky
MasterList by @scribbledghost
MasterList by @the-ginger-hedge-witch
MasterList by @blueeyesatnight
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MasterList by @yespolkadotkitty
MasterList by @disgruntledspacedad
MasterList by @dindjarindiaries
MasterList by @something-tofightfor
MasterList by @bunniesofsteel
MasterList by @leslie-lyman
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Pre-TLOU Writers Archive
A resource for finding pre-TLOU Pedro Pascal characters fics
Part 3: P to Z (cont'd)
Ran out of space for Part 3 so the list continues in alphabetical order here.
@the-kittylorian
@sirowsky-stories
@skvatnavle
@strange-relics
ARCHIVE MASTERLIST
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