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Don't Do Something Stupid (Robb Stark x Reader)

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The Riverlands were beautiful. Green grass stretched from horizon to horizon, and the rolling hills seeming to stretch on forever and a day. (Y/n) had never been this far south before, being a handmaiden of Lady Catelyn Stark of Winterfell, and she wondered at this strange and beautiful land. Day by day, she soaked in the warm sunlight and gained a new perspective on the world as she knew it.

That is to say, (y/n) was lathered with sweat for the better part of the day, her skin cooked in the sun like tender meat, and she lay bare at night, wishing for the cool stone floors of Winterfell instead of the hot, humid climate of the south.

(Y/n) was no southron girl, after all– she was built for life in the north. Blustering winds, summer snows, and bitter cold nights she could handle. This blasted heat? The hot soup that the southron simpletons called air? These, she could not.

“(Y/n), my dear, close the flap of the tent, you’re letting in the heat,” Lady Catelyn called, fanning with her hands.

Or letting in the breeze, (y/n) thought, but kept it to herself as she followed her instructions.

“Yes, Lady Catelyn. I only wanted to hear the song of swords in the distance, my lady. If you listen, you can hear it…and the screams. You can almost tell to whom the screams belong, if you really concentrate.”

Lady Catelyn’s cerulean eyes looked over at her concernedly. “That’s morbid child, far too, too…disturbing, for a lady your age to think about.”

(Y/n) stared back at her lady with a challenge issued unashamedly in her (e/c) eyes. “But a lady my age is old enough to watch an amputation without milk of the poppy, old enough to sew up a wound as long as my forearm?”

“You sound far too much like my sons.” Lady Catelyn smiled wistfully, her auburn hair shining as she stood. “Promise me, dear, that you will keep your spirit. You’re a thing of the North, wild and free. I know the south disagrees with you, but don’t let it melt you down to nothing.”

“Never fear, my lady,” (y/n) smiled. “Ro–His Grace says I’ve got ice in my veins. If so, I’m in no trouble because of the early autumn.”
Lady Catelyn chuckled. “Robb always has said your heart was frozen solid.”

Yes, His Grace indeed.

Robb Stark. The Young Wolf. King in the North. The perfect, prideful, problematic golden-child of Winterfell. Disgustingly honorable, as thick-skulled and dim-witted as men are made– His Grace was quick of wrath but slow of thought, ineffably maddening. (Okay, perhaps that last bit was a mite unfair. Robb was a smart lad, he was just positively awful when it came to understanding the obvious.)

And yet how I will miss that scoundrel if he dies.

If he died…Lady Catelyn would be devastated. She might even lose her head in more than the metaphorical sense, for death was the penalty of a traitor. Arya and Sansa as well…and probably Bran and Rickon too. Everything was on Robb’s shoulders, on the shoulders of his soldiers, now. Perhaps that was why they’d won every battle they fought– the northern army had so much more to lose than the Lannisters if they were defeated.

“My lady?” (y/n) began hesitantly, fiddling with the bodice of her gown.


“When do you suppose the men will be back?”

Lady Catelyn sighed, and in a moment’s time she seemed to age twenty years. “I don’t know. Could be moments, could be hours, could be– wait.”

The sound of hoofbeats filled the air, and (y/n) got her answer.

Back at Winterfell, when (y/n) thought about war and battles, she’d thought that the hardest part would be sending the men and boys off to fight. She was woefully, dreadfully wrong. It was seeing them coming back in bits and pieces instead of whole–it was smelling the shit and gore and death that followed the men like a ghost– that was the hardest. As (y/n) stepped out of the tent, she was met with all that anew, and she fought the inevitable wave of nausea that came with it.

The Greatjon, Lord Bolton, Lord Karstark… Where’s Robb? He couldn’t possibly–
(Y/n) yelped as she caught herself from nearly stumbling over Grey Wind, Robb’s direwolf, who snarled, his bloody maw pulling back to reveal even bloodier teeth.
(Y/n) put her hands on her hips. “You listen to me, you little shit pup, I’ll not be growled at by some mutt who thinks he’s got a whiff of fresh meat. If you bite me, I’ll beat you bloody for it and I won’t even taste any good for all your trouble.”

“(Y/n), (y/n). Are you threatening my direwolf?”

(Y/n) closed her eyes, but it was all in vain. Apparently Robb could still see her even if she couldn’t see him.

“Yes, Ro– Your Grace, because the mongrel growled at me,” she huffed, turning to face her king. “He doesn’t like me, and I won’t have him being rude and ungentlemanly. Can’t have your men thinking he’s less than tame.”

Robb rolled his eyes– the same eyes as his mother’s. They shone like gems in the sun, with all the gentleness of his mother and a masculinity that was all his own.
(Y/n) wanted very, very badly to punch him in the throat.

“For a handmaiden, you sure don’t act very–”

“I’m sure I’m a flawed woman, Your Grace, with many faults in many different areas,” (y/n) snapped, tired of the small talk. “You have my sincerest apologies for threatening and insulting your wolf. Would you mind pointing me in the direction of my brother so that I may relieve you of my obviously burdensome presence?”

Perhaps it was a flash of pain in Robb’s eyes in that moment. Maybe it was anger, or confusion, perhaps. Whatever the case, the emotion was gone in a second, and the King in the North pointed across the camp.

“Should be that way. Good day.”

“Good day, Your Grace.”

(Y/n) wanted to laugh. How perfectly daft.
She was an only child.

Several days later….

Robb was having a very, very bad day.
The Kingslayer was gone, escaped. The single most valuable bargaining chip he’d had slipped right through his fingers in the course of a night. What was worse, he’d had his mother, who had willing confessed to the crime, arrested for it. And to top it off all, his cock was achingly hard for the, what was it…fourth or fifth time today? He’d lost count. Battles always left him that way, and he’d had no chance to gain any relief, not with that bloody handmaiden of his mother’s taunting him, making him feel a thrice-damned fool every second they spoke and then, as though torture in the daylight hours wasn’t enough, lurking about at night, walking from tent to tent doing only the gods knew what.

“Probably fuckin’ ev’ry man ‘as willin’,” Robb heard some of the men speculating. “No other reason for prowlin’ about. Wish she’d give me a try any’ow. Never comes by my tent.”

That notion made him angrier than it probably should have. It was none of his business, really, who (y/n) spent her nights with. He was promised to another woman– to a Frey of the Twins. (A woman he’d never so much as seen, but a woman no less.) And, in any case, (y/n) was a foul thing, if fair to look at. It seemed she would rather spit venom at him than even consider that he might be a decent bloke on most days. And that self-righteous Your Grace of hers was as cold, mocking, and disrespectful as a drunk in a sept. She was awful, scathing, and prideful. Seven hells, she’d even made up a brother to avoid talking with him!

So why did he care so much about what anyone thought or said of her?

Not important, Stark, Robb told himself as he walked into his private tent, securing the flap. You’ve got other plans tonight.
Talisa was the plan, actually, but his mother would never have to know.

Talisa, Talisa. There she was, laying across his table, looking at him with those dark, reflective eyes. Foreign, beautiful, intelligent, sweet– she was everything a man could want. Robb knew he should feel guilty, laying with a woman that was not his wife, but his gonads were going to shrivel up and fall off if he didn’t put them to some use. And who better to suit his needs than this beauty? In the golden glow of the lanterns, she could be a goddess.
Just as Robb began unlacing his breeches, the flap of his tent was ripped gracelessly, violently open.

“Pardon my intrusion, Your Grace, but I must have a word with you alone. A message from your lady mother.”

And just that quickly, Robb went from spending stolen moments with a goddess to the devil’s daughter herself.

Once Talisa left, Robb rounded on the handmaiden with somewhat undue frustration. “What is so important that you barge into my tent unannounced, without permission?” he demanded, crossing his arms. “I certainly hope it was important, for your sake.”

Without so much as a blink, (y/n) sat at the table and rested her elbows on it so that she could fold her fingers together. Her (e/c) eyes flickered in the lantern-light, and in that moment she had the look of vile enchantress, full of malevolence and rage.

“Oh, it’s of paramount importance, I assure you, Your Grace,” she intoned softly, her words a dagger behind the silk of her voice. “It’s a message about maintenance of a kingdom. The reputation of a king, the adherence to an agreement made only weeks ago. I’m sure you remember now that I’ve said something. I’m only here to remind you of it, Your Grace.”

Realization didn’t so much as come to Robb as sock him right in the balls. “You did that on purpose!” he exclaimed, incredulous.
“Did what on purpose, Your Grace?” (Y/n) asked innocently. “I do everything on purpose unless it’s an accident.”

Robb felt blood rise to his cheeks. “You– you knew about Talisa, and you came in here under false pretenses–”

“And who said my pretenses were false, Your Grace?” (y/n) snapped, slamming her hands on the table. “Lady Catelyn gave me my instructions long ago. I’m making sure you don’t do anything stupid and throw away a kingdom. Your Grace.”

“It was only for a night,” Robb replied, walking to the table until he leaned over it threateningly. “I’m a king– I think I have some right to my pleasures. I’m not married yet, and can do as I please.”

(Y/n) scoffed, her lashes fluttering against her cheek in a way that should not be so alluring in the middle of her total and complete disregard for his authority. “That’s the problem with kings– always thinking they have a right to this or that. Let me tell you this, King in the North– you only have a right to what your people give you, only for as long as they freely give it, and you have been given a wife. Not a whore, not some random stranger that you’ll fall head-first in love with. A wife.”

“Damn you, woman.” Robb felt guilt claw at his chest, but he could do nothing but stare at this bold, foolish handmaiden who seemed to think she knew everything. That her language could cost her life now seemed of little consequence to (y/n), and Robb fought the urge to threaten her with it purely for the sake of their childhood acquaintance.

“Your mother told me to keep you from doing anything stupid,” (y/n) began again, somewhat more gently. “And she also told me to– to offer an alternative, Your Grace.”

Robb froze. Surely not…

“If you are so weak-willed that your cock controls you and not your brain, I might not be much but I’m what you’ve got.” (E/c) eyes bore into his own, and Robb felt as though he might be sick.

“No. You and my mother have gone mad if you think that I would take you against your will to save face for some treaty made with a crusty old codger that would trade half of his children for a milk cow,” Robb ground out, folding his arms. “I’m insulted that you both think so little of me. I had thought I seemed more honorable than that.”

“Oh, gods help, I’ve ruffled the peacock’s feathers” (y/n) snarked, rolling her eyes that shone with light from the lantern flame near her face. “You’re insulted by everything. Why would you assume it would be against my will, hmm, Your Grace? Shouldn’t I be chomping at the bits to get to fuck a king?”

She really has gone mad, Robb thought, slightly disturbed. “(y/n), really, you don’t know what you’re sayi–”

“For the sake of the gods, Robb Stark, stop telling me what I do and don’t know and listen to your mother. She sent me here because she was concerned and she asked me if I would offer an alternative. I said yes.” (Y/n)’s eyes were molten as she stood, walking around to the other side of the table. The silence that ensued was deafening, and Robb could hear his own heart pounding in his chest.

“Robb, you’re a handsome man and a king, and you might be useful for some things. Sometimes.” (Y/n) shook her head, as though clearing her thoughts. “Whatever. Don’t be a fool. I’ll do the north this one service. If you need to wet your willie, by the gods get it over with.”

Robb wanted to make some comment about how crude she was, to mock her or refuse her in some way, to find the strength to do the right thing, but he couldn’t manage more than to say, “And the lion becomes the lamb.”

Her hair was silky soft beneath his hands, and her eyes closed at his touch.

“Do you want this?” he breathed, looking for any signs of a lie. “If you don’t, I swear to you I won’t do anything ‘stupid’ as you say. I can control myself, but…if you’re willing, I would gladly use your company.”

“I want this,” was her only reply.


It never occurred to (y/n) how large Robb’s hands were. They were large enough to nearly wrap around her head when he held her face as they kissed. One of them wandered to the small of her back, pushing her into him so that she could feel the cock straining in his breeches, and (y/n) was no longer sure if she would be standing upright if she were supporting her own weight. Her sheer breathlessness alone would surely have left her crumpled on the floor– for Robb Stark did not kiss like a gentleman. He kissed like a street rat, like a fishmonger’s son, all taking and no giving, and he left no time for things such as breathing and swallowing.

“If… it helps you,” he breathed into (y/n)’s mouth, capturing her tongue. “You can pretend…I’m Jon. I know…you used to have feelings…for him.”

“Used to.” With all her might, (y/n) pushed away from Robb, gaining least a few inches of personal space. “Right now, there will be no pretending. We are what we are, and not all the pretending in the world can change that.”

Oh, the fire in those beautiful eyes of his at those words. Roughly, Robb snatched (y/n) to him and began to kiss at her neck…if one could call it kissing. (Y/n) felt as though she were being consumed as his teeth scraped her skin, and as his beard scratched at her neck, she decided that being consumed felt incredible. So distracted was she by Robb’s attentions to her neck that she didn’t even know his hands were up her skirt until her moved her knickers aside and touched her.

“Seven hells,” Robb swore, drawing back his hand. “You’re so wet…and for me. Not for anyone else– for me?”

(Y/n) nodded, a little surprised herself.
Robb brought his fingers and licked her wetness from them, using his other hand to rip off her dress.

“Ah, so the wolf does have claws,” (y/n) chuckled softly, unlacing Robb’s breeches. “I wonder if he’ll mount me like a bitch in heat.”

Robb growled at that, yanking off the last of her clothing. “You have quite a mouth, don’t you?”

“Your cock doesn’t seem to mind.”

“My cock doesn’t mind anything at the moment,” he confessed, pulling his shirt over his head. “Before I– before we do this…are you sure you want this? It’s not too late to back out.”

(Y/n) wanted to roll her eyes, but instead, she leaned close to Robb, her mouth at his ear and her breasts touching his chest, and whispered, “Yes, Your Grace.”

Swift and sure, Robb lifted her onto his lap by her bum and claimed her mouth again before leaning back on his hands.

“In here, I’m Robb. Not ‘Your Grace’ or any such nonsense. In here, with you, I’m just a man and you’re just a woman. No more, and no less.” He pursed his lips in thought for a moment. “No pretending, as you said.”

“Very well, Robb,” (y/n) said, rolling her hips. “It’s your roof, your rules.”

When he took her, it was fast and hard and without mercy. As soon as Robb entered her, he drew almost completely out and drove right back in, over and over and harder and faster. His hands were everywhere, his mouth drawing patterns in spit and red patched where he’d bit, and (y/n) was lost. She knew her nails were digging into his back but she didn’t care as long as he kept this pace. Her pleasure was building low in her stomach, and she came while Robb’s thrusts were still steady and showed no signs of stopping. She would come another time before his thrusts began to falter, becoming more erratic, signifying the coming of his release. Just before he did release, though, he pulled out and finished on her belly, leaving quite a mess between them.

“It seems,” he said, locking eyes with (y/n), “That someone here besides the wolf has claws.” He reached back to touch his shoulder, and his hand came up bloody.

“Excuse you, I was holding on for dear bloody life,” (y/n) challenged, folding her arms. “That was quite a way to lose my maidenhood, if I do say so myself.”

Robb went deathly pale, and (y/n) once more felt the urge to roll her eyes. It seemed to be a common theme with the King in the North.

“(Y/n), I had no idea, I’m so sorry–”

“Robb, if I’d wanted to be fucked like a virgin, I’d have told you I was a virgin,” (y/n) clarified, finding a cloth to wipe off with. “I wanted you to take what you wanted– needed– and you did. You have nothing to apologize for.”

For a moment, Robb was blissfully silent, and (y/n) could enjoy the view. The King of the North was truly beautiful, if a bit daft. He lay there completely naked, his perfect cock lying flaccidly on his sculpted belly, his rich, beautiful auburn hair curling messily atop his head like a crown. Even his skin seemed to glow a pleasant gold as it stretched around the corded muscles of his delicious thighs, his bulging arms. No word but perfect could describe him in that moment.
It was almost sad that (y/n) had to leave.
“If you’re finished for the night, Your Grace, then I will take my leave.”

As if in a daze, Robb nodded. “My name is Robb. Just Robb. Thought we agreed on that.”

“Fine,” (y/n) half-smiled, pulling on her clothes. “Goodnight, Robb.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Robb asked, rising to his feet.

“Is that what you want?”


(Y/n) smiled. “Then yes.”


The next morning, Robb thought surely that night had been a dream. The gashes on his back quickly proved otherwise.

What a woman, he thought as he bathed and dressed himself. She’s more wild than Grey Wind.

Throughout the day, Robb saw no sign of (y/n). It was as though she’d left the camp. Robb almost worried that she had, until night fell and she emerged from his mother’s tent like some night flower. She said nothing to him, didn’t even walk near him, but her eyes said it all.

Go, and I will follow.

As quickly as possible, Robb found an excuse to retire early to his tent, only to wait maddening moments more until (y/n) stepped in, silent as a shadow.

“Good evening, (y/n),” he greeted her softly, standing from his seat.

“Good evening, Robb. Your mother is distraught, you know,” she commented breezily, as though talking about the weather and not a very sensitive subject. “She worries you won’t forgive her.”

Robb walked closer to her, trying to quell his rage at being confronted. Breathe, Robb. “How can I forgive an act of treason?”

“How can you not forgive your mother?” (Y/n) shot back defensively. “Go to her. Tell her you still love her and that you forgive her. You don’t have to remove your guards or anything. Just ease her heart. She’s lost all her children but you, Robb.”

“Who are you to command me, in the affairs of my family and my kingdom no less?” Robb demanded, feeling a knot form in his stomach.

(Y/n) let her fingertips glide over the table, not meeting his eyes. “Just a woman.” She then looked up, fixing him with a hard glare. “Just a woman who won’t fuck you unless you make peace with your mother.”

“You think I need you? Need sex?”

“No. But I think you want it badly enough to do the right thing.”

Angrily, Robb stormed out of his tent, leaving (y/n) standing there by herself. He wanted to forgive his mother, he really did. He wanted to just forget all of it and go back to the way things were before, but he couldn’t. He was king now and he had to act like one. Keeping the respect of the men that were sworn to him was vital, and he couldn’t keep acting soft or he would lose that respect in an instant.

But she was his mother.

Damn that stupid girl, Robb grumbled to himself as he sought his mother’s tent. Why must she be so bloody right about everything?

When he entered Lady Catelyn’s tent, he found his mother crying, eyes red and cheeks swollen.

“Robb, I–”

“I love you, mother,” he interrupted her, walking to her side. “And I will always love you. I forgive you, but…I can’t do anything to outwardly show that forgiveness. To the men you’re–”

“A traitor, I know,” Catelyn sighed. “I’m sorry Robb, I truly am, but I’d do it again a thousand times over if it meant the safety of your sisters.”

Robb wanted very badly to cry. He felt as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, and more than ever he wished that anyone other than himself were king.

“I know. And I respect that,” he sighed. “I just don’t understand it.”

“One day, when you have children, you will,” his mother replied, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. “Get some sleep, love. You’ll need your strength.”

When Robb returned to his tent, he found (y/n) lying down, already naked.

“I trust your visit went well?” She teased, sitting up with all the grace of a cat.

“It did. Thank you– you were right,” he admitted, somewhat reluctantly.

“Oh ho ho, I must be dreaming,” (Y/n) laughed. “Robb Stark, admitting that someone was right besides himself? Unheard of!”

“Oh, shove off. We have other things to worry about, don’t you think?”

(Y/n) nodded with a graceful smile. “How will it be tonight? Like last night? Fast and wild?”

Robb shook his head, smiling despite himself. “I was thinking more slow and intense. I want to thank you for your…patience, last night. You were treated rather roughly, and I want to show you that I’m not all carnivorous beast.”

“Interesting. Show me.”

Oh, and he did.

First, he kissed her and languidly explored her body with lips, tongue, and teeth. That in itself was rewarding if only for the wonderful sounds she made when he dipped his head between her thighs and brought her so close to the edge that she nearly cried when he pulled away.

“Oh gods, Robb,” she cried as he gathered her in his arms. “I can’t– I want–”

“Shh,” he soothed her, threading his fingers through her hair. “I want you to come on my cock, again, and again, and again…as many times as your body will allow.”

Her beautiful (e/c) eyes went wide. “What about–”

“I can handle myself,” he chuckled. “Tonight is about you. Tell me truly, (y/n)– do you know how bloody arousing it is to know that you’re bedding a girl brave enough, wild enough, to threaten a direwolf?”

Again, those lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks, and Robb’s heart threatened to stop.

“Do you know how arousing it is to be bedded by the King in the North? By the man that other men all but worship?” (y/n) asked as he entered her. “That isn’t something any woman could boast of.”

“That’s a bit of a stretch, the worship part,” Robb chuckled nervously, ever modest.

“Is it? Or are you talking about my cunt?”

After that, there was no more talking. All of Robb’s attention went to his lovemaking. In a way, he supposed the moans, the sighs, and the gasps were a language of their own. They certainly served a purpose in communication of some form. In any case, the only real words that were said before he came were from (y/n), and they were the sweetest words he’d heard all day.

“Inside me…Finish inside me. I want–oh gods.”

Robb didn’t need to be told twice.
A few moments after it was all over, (y/n) moved to stand, presumably to leave, but Robb trapped her in his arms.

“Stay,” he rasped. It wasn’t quite a question, but wasn’t quite a command either.

It was an invitation.
“But your mother–”

“Doesn’t need you as much as I want you.”

For a beat, there was silence, and Robb though that (y/n) might leave anyway.

She didn’t.

That night, he slept the best he had in months.


(Y/n) always swore she’d never let a man make a fool of her, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t a fool for Robb Stark.

It had been months since (y/n) had started sleeping in his tent, and she found herself wishing she hadn’t. Of course, she enjoyed it– (y/n) had learned to love chasing pleasure as much as anyone– but she began to enjoy it too much. The kisses they shared were still savage and passionate, but they were now also sweet and tender beneath the roughness. The sex became more than just something to satisfy needs– it became loving and powerful beyond words. (Y/n) was becoming too attached, too emotionally invested. She dared not think of what that implied, and she certainly dared not think that he could feel in any way the same.

For the sake of the realm, she prayed to the old gods and the new that he did not.

Love had always come with difficulty to (y/n). It seemed that no matter where she looked for it, it was denied to her, and when it wasn’t, well…it seemed her affections were ill-placed. She always loved the beasts, the bastards, and the broken things, all of which she either could not have or did not want. It was maddening.

Not to mention the insidious monster that is man’s love of scandal and gossip.

Lady Catelyn began to question (y/n)’s absence from her tent in the night immediately after the first night (y/n) spent with Robb Of course, when asked, (y/n) told her the truth, and Catelyn only smiled.

“Serve him well, dear. You’ve always been strong-willed, so I trust you’ll be able to keep him in line better than I will.”

(Y/n) felt the need to say that her sway over Robb didn’t come from her will so much as a tight grip on his balls, but that seemed somehow inappropriate.

But there were others whispering besides Lady Catelyn, and (y/n) knew it. They whispered awful things. Things that were completely and utterly true, for the most part.

It bothered Robb.

“They call you a whore,” Robb told her one night, angry and self-righteous as always. “They have no right to call you anything, least of all a whore.”

“No,” (y/n) replied with a grin. “You don’t pay me a single copper. That makes me a slut, not a whore.”

Oh, how angry he’d been at that. (Y/n) could still feel his handprint on her bum if she thought about it hard enough. She smiled at the memory, and stopped as soon as she realized how fond she was of Robb. This had to stop, this warm, bright feeling in her chest. (Y/n) couldn’t go on like this– it would kill her when he married that Frey girl if it did.

Things had to change, or something horrible was bound to happen. (Y/n) couldn’t allow herself to walk along with Robb where she was allowed to follow, prattling on about this or that. She had to stop poking fun at him, kissing him frivolously whenever they were alone, treating him like she would a lover.

It was going to hurt worse than the seven hells combined, but (y/n) could not allow herself to love.


Robb had never felt like this, not even that one time with that whore from Lys.

“Oh seven hells– bloody fuck, girl. Ah–stop, gods, are you trying to–”

“Suck your brain out through your cock? Yes.” (y/n) smiled cheekily.

Robb took her face in his hands and kissed her soundly as he positioned himself at her entrance. “I love you, you foolish girl.”

As it turned out, Robb was the fool, as usual. (Y/n) went completely still against him and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Don’t say that, Robb. Especially not if you mean it.” Her voice was as cold as the Wall, and Robb fought off the urge to shiver even as his body flushed in preparation for his confession.

“But I do love you,” he murmured, brushing the hair from her face. “You must know that.”

“I didn’t. Even so, it doesn’t matter– you’re promised to a Frey, remember. That’s why I’m here.”

“(Y/n), I don’t think you understand,” Robb sighed as he pushed into her. “I would call off that agreement in a heartbeat for you, if you felt the same, damn the consequences– do you? Feel the same?”

Robb’s whole world collapsed with just two words.

“I don’t.”

Robb swallowed. “Look at me. Look me in the eyes and say you don’t love me.”

(E/c) eyes met his own, hard as Valyrian steel. “I don’t love you. You will marry that Frey girl, and she’ll whelp you litters and litters of little wolf pups for the north to dote over,” (y/n) spat bitterly. “I don’t love you. Never will, Robb. I’m sorry.”

“So be it,” he murmured, his chest physically aching. “Leave me.”

(Y/n) moved away, standing to dress.“Yes, Your Grace.”

Robb caught her hands before she could move them, and he stared into her eyes as she looked down at him. “My name is Robb to you. Always.”

Without another word, she left.

Robb’s heart hurt so badly that he could not even cry for fear that he would shatter like glass.


(Y/n) could do nothing but cry. Her own words echoed in her head and stabbed her in the gut every time she thought them.
I don’t love you. I don’t love you. I don’t love you.

The gods had given (y/n) a gift for lying. She could do so without hesitation, spinning tale after tale until she had convinced the world that the sky was red and the clouds were piss-green. Sometimes, she almost fooled even herself.

And now, thanks to that, Robb Stark thought she didn’t love him when he was the only thing she wanted and would ever want again.

It was incredibly good of Lady Catelyn not to question her– the sweet Lady of Winterfell only rubbed soothing circles on (y/n)’s back as she cried, occasionally whispering words of comfort. (Y/n) would never be able to thank her enough for that– without the comfort Lady Catelyn provided, (y/n) would surely have done something foolish. Likely, she would have fled back to Robb’s tent, begged his forgiveness, and told him the truth. Then he would, what, throw away a kingdom for her? There was no way in the seven hells she’d see that happen, and yet…for love, she just might have. The whole concept terrified (y/n)– she’d never had anything that she would watch the seven kingdoms burn for.

The things she would do for love…


Robb had never been more miserable in his life. All day, every day, he had only one thought, one all-consuming wish– he longed for the night and the woman he would spend it with. And all night, every night, when he was with his love, he longed to be apart from her, for being with her gave him as much agony as being without her, knowing that she didn’t love him. It had been two months since (y/n) had smashed his heart to bits, and every day since then seemed worse than the last. The only moment he found peace was when he was making love to her, letting his hands roam her body as hers roamed his. Nothing else existed then– when they were together like that, there were no secrets, no lies, no playing pretend. Only the truth remained between them.

(Robb wasn’t sure what the truth was, but it was all he had, and he clung to it like a drowning man to a plank.)

Tonight’s moment of truth had been short, but not so sweet. It left Robb feeling more hollow than before, if that was still possible, and it felt like mockery.

As he got up to put out the lanterns, Robb afforded one last look at (y/n), who lay sprawled across his furs for the moment. She was the very picture of a queen, with skin as smooth as silk and twice as shiny with sweat.

In a few minutes more, she would leave. He would beg her to stay, kiss her and hold her and beg as much as a king can, but still she would go. The next night would be a repeat of this one, and the next, and the next, in an endless cycle of pain and pleasure, of misery and miracles.

Eddard Stark, Robb’s father, used to tell him that if he loved something, to let it go. If it came back, Lord Stark said, it loved him back.

(That was the only lie Robb’s father had ever told him. Every night, faithfully, (y/n) always came back, but she did not love him.)

Just as Robb laid down once more, (y/n) stood, pulling on her clothes.

“Don’t go.”

“Is that a command, Your Grace?”

“A request. One I make every night, and every night, you refuse me.” Robb didn’t bother to hide the pain and accusation in his voice. He was useless at being subtle anyhow. “Stay with me, my love.”

“Robb, I am not ‘your love’ and I can’t stay because if I do I’ll–”

(Y/n) froze but for shaking her head as she pressed her lips together.

“You’ll what?” Robb asked, leaning up. “What is it?”

It was difficult to see, but after a moment Robb saw that (Y/n)’s sweet, precious eyes were filled with tears, and, unable to stay away, he went to her, wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

“I can’t do this,” she sobbed, looking up at him with pain in her eyes. “I just can’t, it hurts too much and I’m n-not strong enough–”

Robb gathered (y/n) into his arms, and she sobbed violently into his chest– it was the screaming sort of sobbing, the kind that came from only the most acute pain. Robb wished he could take it all away, wished he could take on all her burdens, all her cares– his heart ached at the thought of her pain.

“Sh, there, dove. My sweet, sweet queen, don’t cr– oomph.”

She shoved him. That little wildcat shoved him from her. At first, Robb was angry, but (y/n) had stumbled so far backwards that she’d fallen into a heap on the floor, where she looked up at him pitifully.

“Don’t call me that. Call me anything but queen, Robb, please.” her voice was so raw and broken…it scared the shit out of him.

Before, either of them could react, though, one of the guards asked permission to enter, saying he had urgent news. Once he’d put his breeches on, Robb invited him in, and the guard wore a grim expression.

“A raven came, your grace. The Twins were invaded last night, and every last Frey was slaughtered in the struggle. Here’s the message, written in the hand of Lord Tywin Lannister himself.”

Robb read the letter six times over before he truly began to believe it. Every last Frey, gone…Robb knew he should feel something– grief, joy, whichever– but he felt only numbness.

“Thank you for informing me, ser. See that you tell each of the lords and arrange a meeting of the war council at first light.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” The guard bowed, and once again the two lovers were alone.

The tent was silent as a tomb.

“I no longer have to marry,” Robb thought aloud. “I don’t know if I should be happy about that or not.”


“Robb?” (y/n) sniffled from the ground, clutching her legs to her body.

“Yes?” He answered hesitantly from the bed, where she had all but ordered him to stay while she cried.

“Will you– will you hold me?”

“Of course.” He walked over, scooped her up, and carried her to his furs, where he lay with her, their bodies entwined.

“Robb? Do you still love me?”

Robb frowned bitterly. “You ask me that as if I could stop.”

“Truly, you do love me? Still?”

She knew that would make Robb angry, but she needed to know beyond doubt. (Y/n) was so afraid that her heart felt nigh to bursting. She hoped Robb couldn’t feel her whole body tremble as she was pressed against him by one of his strong, powerful legs.

“Yes. For as long as I still have breath, I will love you.”

“Even if I lied to you?” she asked, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “Even if I hurt you because I thought it was the right thing to do?”

“(Y/n) what are you saying?” Robb demanded as he sat up, his hair sticking up in a thousand different directions.

“I’m saying that I lied, I’m saying that I hurt you, I’m saying that I’m sorry, but most of all, I’m saying…I’m–” (y/n) struggled to speak through her tears, and failed miserably.

“Saying what, dear one?” he prompted, kissing her temple.

“That I love you.” she whimpered softly.
“I love you, Robb, I really, truly do, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone ever before and–”

Robb stopped her with a hand. “You love me?”

“Yes, Robb, I love you,” (y/n) replied, all but falling into his deep cerulean eyes. “I lied, before, when you first asked me. I didn’t want you to call off that marriage and destroy everything that you’ve worked so hard to build and I–”

Robb cut her off with a bruising kiss, all but throwing her on her back with his knees on either side of her. He looked like an animal, a predator, ready for the kill. He loomed over (y/n), his eyes searching hers, and he must have found what he was looking for, because he kissed her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as though looking for answers to the universe.

“I will make you my queen,” he growled into her ear, literally ripping off her dress. “You will bear me litters and litters of wolf pups, not some inbred southern woman. If you love me as you say you do, I will make you my queen, my wife.”

“Yes, Robb,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as he took her for the third time that night. “All of that, I want it all.”

You’ll have one of those pups you were talking about a little sooner than you planned, (y/n) thought giddily to herself, but she didn’t see any reason to ruin Robb’s fun with the announcement.

“Say you love me.” That was not a request, but (y/n) found herself unable to care.
“I love you. I’ll always love you, Robb. Now and forever.”

The two of them climaxed together, and Robb stayed inside her, filling her to the hilt the whole night through.

(Y/n) never slept better.


“Pregnant? Pregnant. Okay, okay, you’re pregnant, seven hells… We’re going to be parents!”

“Robb, darling, seriously. This is our fifth child.”

“So? It’s just as exciting as the first time,” Robb laughed, smiling so wide his face hurt.

(Y/n) smiled the kind of smile that he lived to see. “And does that mean you have to say the exact same words you’ve said the last four times I told you I was pregnant?”

“Yes, absolutely. Because nothing else sums it up as well.” Robb’s heart filled with joy and pride and he touched (y/n)’s stomach. “Maybe another girl this time? Three’s a lucky number…”

“You just love to spoil your daughters,” (y/n) laughed, looking over to where Lyanna and Brienne played in the trees. “They’re as wild as you were.”

“Or maybe another son…Ned and Jon need someone to pick on besides one another,” Robb laughed, watching the boys spar. “Either way, when it comes down to it, their Aunt Sansa is the worst at spoiling them. Even worse than mother, and that’s saying something.”

“I still can’t believe I’m mother to little princes and princesses. I can’t believe I’m wife to a king,” (y/n) smiled wistfully. “I never dreamed of amounting to much. Now look at me. Queen of the North.”

“Darling, you were always queen. It was only that no one knew that but you,” Robb japed.

“Shut up,” (y/n) smirked, elbowing him.

“That’s not fair. I can’t elbow you back because you’re pregnant. Oh my gods, you’re pregnant.”


“Yes?” He grinned cheekily.

“Shut up.”

Robb laughed. “Never.”

(Y/n) leaned into his kiss, and thanked the gods as she did every day for the wonder that was her husband.

Long live the King in the North.

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Oui (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 1561 (ugh, short. I know.) Request/Summary: This one wasn’t requested either (I should probably get to those), but it’s a teacher AU set on valentines day. They’re both middle school teachers, reader is a language arts teacher and Lafayette is the french teacher, and John is one of the counselors. (: Warnings: None I believe (:

A/N- Yet again, I was assisted with french by my lovely friend (who am I kidding, we’re practically married at this point) @whatdimissmotherfuckers. Thanks much mon choupinette. Finally got my valentines fic out! I hope you guys like it <3 Feedback is always appreciated. 

Things Mademoiselle L/N Loves.” You nearly dropped the stack of manilla folders in your arms at the sight of the large heart diagram scrawled across the dry erase board that spanned the wall. You stepped closer to the drawing and examined the slanted cursive writing scattered amongst the inside of the hastily drawn heart shape : “Writing.” You beamed at the word and turned your eyes to the next few, “Rainy Days. Good Books. Musicals.  Gilmore Girls. Good Hair Days.  Happy Students. French Teachers. Kitte-” Wait. You let a small smile turn the corners or your mouth up at the sight of it. You did have a bit of a “thing” for one particular french teacher. Your smile grew into a grin and remained on your face as you walked over to your desk, setting down the folders and placing your messenger bag on the floor.  Surrounding you now, were several, mostly red colored, balloons and an insurmountable amount of glitter thrown across your desk. “Too much, Gilbert.” You giggled as your gaze caught on a large box of chocolates on your desk, something french that you couldn’t understand was printed on the top in fancy lettering. You lifted the lid and surveyed the assorted chocolates inside. Immediately, the smell of them wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help picking one up and popping it in your mouth. With a glance at the clock you suppressed a groan and picked up your laptop to head to your meeting.

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Family (Yongguk x Reader) Fluff

Word Count: 1818

AN: Admin S here again! This is dedicated to my dear friend @y-ngguk who is a lovely ray of sunshine, enjoy this my dear! 

Warning: Cheesy, lame fluff

It wasn’t every day that Yongguk woke up to such a beautiful sight. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the sunlight that poured in through the windows, he looked at the girl lying in his arms, cuddled against him as her chest slowly rose and fell. Her (h/l) (h/c) was sprawled all over, messy as ever, her soft (s/c) glowing in the sunlight, making her look like a goddess.

Unconsciously, a soft smile its way on to his lips as he slowly pulled his arm from underneath her head, allowing himself to hover as his elbows supported his weight and he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her nose, chuckling to himself. Seeing this had no effect on waking her up, he moved to her forehead, followed by her eyelids when she began to stir softly. “Wake up baby girl.” His deep voice whispered happily as she mumbled incoherently, moving her body closer to his, allowing his warmth to rub off on her.

Smiling, he kissed her jaw, before moving up to her cheeks, kissing the corner of her lips, as she stirred awake. “Mmm, what’s gotten into you today?” Her groggy voice asked, as she opened her eyes, only to be greeted by the most breath taking smile she’d ever seen. Yongguk had lied back down, facing her, using one hand support his weight and the other moving under the covers to grab her hand. “I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms, why shouldn’t I be happy?” He asked her, pulling her closer and kissed her soft hair, the familiar smell of her shampoo invading his nostrils.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, you can check on the kids later.” She whispered, burying her face in his neck, placing a soft kiss his neck. “Hmm, whatever you say love.” He replied.


“Noona, what are you cooking?” Youngjae asked, walking into the kitchen, only to be greeted by his hyung’s girlfriend cooking, dressed in Yongguk’s sweater and sweatpants.

“You’ll find out soon, do you want to give me a hand? Yongguk went to wake everyone up.” She replied, as she continued to chop the strawberries. “Sure Noona!” Youngjae replied, stepping into the kitchen of the dorm to help her out. The pair continued to cook, with Youngjae chopping the various fruits and (Y/n) flipping the pancakes.

Yongguk walked in the kitchen, having gone around and woken up the other four. His eyes twinkled as he watched the love of his life interact with Youngjae, the pair laughing about some stupid joke as they moved around in the kitchen, he was so damn lucky to have her.

Soon, the other four piled into the kitchen, with (Y/n) ordering them all to take their spots at the dinner table as she and Youngjae brought out the food. A massive stack of pancakes for each of them, covered in various fruits and whipped cream. She surely was spoiling them.

“Noona, this is so good, it might even rival your cheesecakes.” Daehyun laughed, before digging into his plate and the others soon followed as (Y/n) laughed, before making her way towards Yongguk’s chair and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, leaning down so her head rested on his shoulder.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He asked her, offering her a bite, which she gladly accepted. “I already ate before I made these for you guys, I hope you like them.” She grinned, her eyes twinkling with happiness as he gave her his adorable gummy smile.


“Ok, Jongup, get the broom, Junhong, get the vacuum cleaner and Jung Daehyun, don’t you dare even think about sneaking off!” She yelled, causing Himchan and Youngjae to burst into laughter. The 7 of them were cleaning their dorm, which was a complete mess. It had been partially the reason that all of them were here today, otherwise, if it weren’t for (y/n)’s scary death glares, Yongguk would probably be locked away in his studio, Daehyun looking for random food shops and Himchan sleeping like the dead in his room.

It was a nice, peaceful period for the boys, they’d just finished their promotions for Rose and their world tour and were on break for a month or so. Himchan’s fracture had gotten much better, almost completely healed and Jongup’s stomach was much better.

“Youngjae, Himchan, Yongguk, start cleaning the kitchen and living room, the studio and the backyard, me and these three will do all the individual rooms, the bathrooms and the basement. Now get to work, if I see anyone slacking, I’m not making you boys dinner.” She commanded and heard a chorus of “yeses” and groans in response as all 7 of them got to work.


“Finally, it was a pigsty in this dorm, how do you even get this messy?” She asked, throwing the last rubbish bag in the bin and dusting her hands. “It’s the hyungs, especially Youngjae and Daehyun.” Junhong commented, snickering.

“Ok, get yourselves cleaned up now, and then I’m gonna get groceries for you all, you can’t keep living off bread and nutella.” She remarked, moving towards Yongguk’s old room so she could use his bathroom. Yongguk followed her, closing the door behind them as all the kids went off to clean themselves.

“Thank you so much.” He commented, wrapping his arms around her frame as she pulled her hair out of the bun it was in. “It’s nothing love, you guys are family, and they’re my kids too.” She laughed, turning around, gently rubbing her nose against his as she closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Seriously, I don’t know what we all would do without you.” He smiled, leaning his forehead against hers, enjoying the peace and calm of the moment. It were the moments like these that gave him strength, the inspiration, the motivation to continue the strive to make music, to lead BAP to the best of his abilities.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you dorks.” She responded, truly meaning it from the bottom of her heart, the boys were really her family now, all of them and having been together with Yongguk for the past 4 years, she saw their weaknesses, their strengths, their happy moments and their low moments. She’d been Yongguk’s rock during the lawsuit, consistently encouraging not only him but all 6 of them to not give up hope, she was the one that made sure Yongguk ate, and as often as she  could get time off from work, she was with them, listening to them, cooking for them, doing whatever it took to make sure they were not spiralling into a downwards spiral.

“I love you.” Yongguk replied, opening his eyes to see her smiling face. Moments like these were rare but the pair adored them equally. “I love you too love.” She responded.

“But you’re stalling my shower, I still have to go out and buy food and then cook. I’ve got 5 hungry kids to feed.” She laughed, pulling herself off him. “5 hungry kids eh? When did you become a mother huh?” Yongguk laughed, pulling away.

“Let me rephrase that then, 2 children, 2 teens, a mother and an old grandfather, yeah, that’s my family.” She laughed, winking at him before making her way into the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way in.


“Noona, I’ll come with you!” Jongup volunteered, getting up from the couch when (Y/n) asked one of them to accompany her to the supermarket. “Come on, let’s go.” She replied, grabbing her wallet as the pair made their way out of the dorm. Jongup sported a large baggy hoodie, the hood being pulled up to hide his face and a black face mask.

“Noona, I have to ask you about something.” He said as she grabbed a loaf of bread from the bakery. “Go on Jongup-ah, what is it? Why do you sound so tense?” She asked, looking back at him, sensing the tension in his voice.

“Noona, there, there’s this girl, I-I, re-really li-like her.” He stuttered, playing with his hands, avoiding eye contact with his hyung’s girlfriend as he explained his situation. “Jongup! Who is she? Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this.” She smiled back at the boy, ruffling his hair as he had now taken his hoodie off.

“Noona..” He grinned, rubbing the back of his head, his face heating up and turning red. “My little pup is in love, come on, you have to tell me everything!” She gushed, pushing the trolley forward as they continued grocery shopping and she gave him advice as how to ask his girl out.


“We are young, wild and free.” (Y/n) softly sang, stirring the ramen, softly moving her hips to the song before two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.

“I know we’re better together.” He continued, singing Zelo’s part in a rather high pitched voice, trying to imitate the maknae but failing miserably. “You should stick to the deep, gruff bits Jagi, they suit you better.” (Y/n) smiled, turning her head around and pecking his cheek. The pair were alone in the kitchen, thus having an intimate moment.

“It smells delicious, I can’t wait.” He mumbled against her neck. “Set the table, get the others to help you, especially Dae, he slacked off while cleaning.” She laughed and Yongguk nodded, following her command.

Dinner was a bliss, (Y/n) sat next to Yongguk on the table, leaning against his shoulder when she was done as she watched the boys crack ridiculous jokes as they ate their dessert, homemade cheesecake, which Daehyun hogged the majority.

Yongguk pulled his hand under the table, intertwining his fingers with his beloved’s, feeling her cold hands in his warm ones, he felt at peace, this was his family, and he cherished them all.


“Aish this girl, Junhong-ah, wake up.” Yongguk smiled, all 7 of them had been watching some lame movie and during the movie, (Y/n) had fallen asleep on Yongguk’s shoulder, with Junhong’s head in her lap as he fell asleep too.

Groaning as he woke, Junhong got up, rubbing his eyes as he made his way towards his room, leaving Yongguk and (y/n) behind. “Let’s get you into bed Jagi.” Yonnguk smiled, pulling his arms around her and hoisting her up in this arms, carrying her carefully to his room. (Y/n) snuggled closer to him, and he smiled, putting her down in bed and tucking her under the covers as he joined her from the other side, pulling her close to him as he wrapped an arm around her.

“Thank you so much Jagi, you make me the happiest man alive, thank you for being part of my family.” He mumbled, placing a kiss on her hair before closing his eyes, feeling content as he held her in his arms.

Big Girls Don’t Cry (Tom Holland)

Originally posted by tomholland-trash

Pairing: Tom Holland x Injured!Reader

Warning: Minor gore (a little injury)

Summary: Y/n injures herself when she is trying to show off some gymnastic tricks with Tom and Harrison. And even though Tom and Harrison tell her that it’s okay to cry, she simply refuses.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: It has been a while since I’ve written about Tom and Harrison, the golden duo. I hope you all like it.

Masterlist Request a Prompt

“Okay, you two losers, I’m gonna do the flip I’ve worked on my whole life for this very bet.” Y/n said with a cocky tone.

“I don’t think you did it for this bet.” Harrison replied.

“Oh, bug off, Harrison.” Y/n stuck her tongue out. “I’ve just been practicing the flip since I saw it on an episode of Power Rangers.”

“And there’s the truth.” Tom chuckled. “Did you guys hear the Red Ranger pleaded guilty to stabbing his roommate with a sword?”

“Ugh, Tom! Do you have to talk about stuff like that? You know how I hate gore.”

“Just do the flip!” Harrison dared. “Or are you too chicken?”

“I’ll do the flip. You watch me.” 

Y/n took a deep breath before running towards the side wall of the house, her feet making contact with the brick as she flipped. She felt wild and free before her body made contact with the ground instead of her feet and she heard a sharp crack beneath her. 

“Y/n!” Tom rushed from his seat to his young girlfriend’s side as he helped her sit up. “Are you okay?”

“Really, Holland? ‘Are you okay?’! No, I’m not okay! I heard a crack when I landed.”

“Um, guys?” Harrison spoke up, taking in a quick breath as he stared at Y/n.

“What?” Y/n snapped as she felt tears prickle at the sharp pain in her right arm.

“Y/n, I don’t want to freak you out, but your bone is sticking out of your arm. Holy shit, mate, your girl’s bone is out of her arm.”

Y/n looked down at her arm and let out a sharp scream at the sight of her white bone peering out beneath red and skin. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Calm down!” Tom cried, lifting the young woman’s face so that she was looking at him. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” 

“It’s not okay! My bone is out of my arm! It’s supposed to be on the inside! I’m gonna die!” Y/n cried loudly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Okay, now you’re just being dramatic.” Tom groaned as he looked at Harrison. “Mate, will you get a clean rag and meet me and Y/n in the car? We’re going to the hospital.”

“Sure thing.” Harrison nodded and ran off as Tom helped Y/n to her feet and to the car.

“You know, it’s okay if you want to cry. I know it hurts and you’re scared of all things gory.” Tom stated reassuringly. 

“Nuh uh. I’m okay.” Y/n said, though she could feel the cried threatening to pour from her eyes and throat. 

“Are you sure? It really is okay.”

“Yep. Big girls don’t cry, Tommy.”

Sue Min Yoongi | MY

Pairing: Min Yoongi X Lawyer!Reader

Summary: Yoongi leaving his family behind in order to pursue his musical career. He also left his girlfriend that supported his dream and ends up running into her after his success. Y/n is a corporate lawyer who is suing big hit for copyright infringement. He still has feelings for her but doesn’t want to seem like he only likes her so the lawsuit could be dropped. Even though she tries to avoid him, they keep meetings inevitably through charity galas and corporate parties.

Genre: Fluff, angst

Warnings: Nothing Really

Word Count: 2k

 “Kimi Soo will be taking on this case with me!” Everyone in the office clapped but inside they were a little annoyed that she was chosen. Y/n smiled at the girl as she walked up and shook y/n’s firm hand and smiled back. “When do we start?” She asked and y/n glanced at her watch quickly, “Now. We have to go over to the studio and meet with Bang Si-Hyuk and talk with his lawyer. Remember that we are representing American Music for this case so don’t pick them. This is our job, we’ve been given this case for a reason. Don’t screw up and listen to what I say. Got in?” Y/n said and the shy girl nodded, a little scared but ready for anything.

“Okay, follow me.” Y/n said turning around and they walked into her office quickly as she gathered her folders and paperwork together, then handing them to Kimi Soo and walked out of the building. Kimi Soo following close behind as they got into the black car and the driver took them to their destination. “So, I did some research on BTS and found some interesting facts.” Kimi Soo began pulling out some documents in her bag and handing them to y/n as her eyes scanned over the folder. “Kimi Soo, we don’t need to know much about BTS. They won’t be playing a big part in this case so there is no need to investigate the band.” Y/n said sternly before handing the folder back to the girl and looking out the window.

She didn’t care if she came off as harsh or mean to the girl, that’s how y/n was and she is just doing her job. There were rules she followed when it came to cases:

1)      Don’t get attached to the client – no matter what they say or have done, you should never get too attached otherwise you’ll take the case too personally.

2)      Know your facts – don’t walk into a courtroom throwing words around that came from the client, know your shit otherwise you will be in the shit.

3)      Don’t hold back – in the courtroom don’t hold back any evidence or any words, even if the person testifying or the opponent is crying keep going until you get them to break.

4)      Never back down – no matter how guilty your client looks, never back down. Fight as much as you can until there is enough evidence that the jury finds them guilty.

 If she didn’t follow these rules, she wouldn’t be considered the best lawyer in South Korea. She would be working at a crappy little firm probably at a desk all day and never getting any cases. You can either be the alpha or the beta. The alpha is the one that leads and takes charge and pushes as far as they can go, a beta looks up to the alpha and wants to be an alpha but holds back. So, to get ahead, you got to be the alpha. Maybe that was why y/n never really had a love life, she loved being in control and in charge of things. They pulled up at the tall building and stepped out, ready to start.

 Y/n walked in without hesitation, ready to fight whatever was coming her way and all Kimi Soo could do was wonder why y/n was so upfront and serious all the time. Never once had she seen y/n actually smile because she saw something funny, or laugh because of a funny joke, or cry because she was really hurt. Maybe because y/n had been so hurt in the past it completely changed her, and since a big part of her life was missing she could never really enjoy much things when she missed out on the last of her teenage years. She stepped into the elevator and clicked for the top level, knowing exactly where she was going. They arrived quickly and she walked into the room with a large table and three men sitting at it.

“Excuse my tardiness, had something to take care of this morning.” Y/n stated as she walked in and took a seat across from them. “Alright, let’s start.” Bang Si-Hyuk said as y/n nodded and began pulling out documents and rights. “On behalf of the American team we want to file a case against BigHit Entertainment for copyright infringement of the song ‘Graduation Song’ also known as ‘Young, Wild and Free’ in America.” She stated and the man sighed, looking at the agreement forms that she had signed last night. “Ah, but you see BTS didn’t exactly use the song.” He stated and y/n shook her head. “No, but they used the same tune that is played in the background and therefore I have been asked to take on this case.” She said and he sighed, rubbing his head.

“Well we aren’t backing down.” He said and y/n raised her eyebrows, amused and glad she has come across a challenge. “Neither am I.” She stood to her feet and smirked, the man stood up to meet her level. They had a stare off contest when a knock interrupted them. “Ah, sir I hate to bother you but BTS have arrived.” The lady at the door said and he nodded, he was the first to break. “I’ll see you in court.” She stated, packing up her documents and putting them in her bag before turning around with Kimi Soo following close behind still. Y/n walked right past the boys as they stepped out of the elevator. Min Yoongi looked at the familiar girl and couldn’t help but stare.

But y/n didn’t even take notice of him, stepping into the elevator and clicking the ‘G’ button for ground before the doors slid closed. Yoongi watching as the girl that was all too familiar too him disappear. “Hyung, you alright?” Jungkook asked and Yoongi turned back around to the boy. “Yeah, I just thought I saw—never mind.” He said walking with the group into the same office y/n just stood in. BTS knew of Yoongi’s story and the girl who left for his career, they felt bad and all wondered what happened to her. Yoongi never imagined that he would ever see y/n again though. “Boys, we need to tell you something.” Their manager said as they all took their seats in the leather black chairs.

“We’re being sued, by ‘Ready For Law’ Law firm and we are being sued by a particular woman. She is known for being the best lawyer in all of South Korea, she is also called the Beast, The Captain but her normal name she goes by is y/n l/n.” And that’s when it hit him. It was her. She was really here. That was her stepping into the elevator. All the members looked to Yoongi, all the same idea in their heads. “Y/n is here?”

 Y/n held her phone up to her ear as she walked along the pathway at a quick pace, heading towards her next meeting she had to go to which wasn’t far from BigHit. She sent Kimi Soo to go get her a coffee and bring it to her ASAP. “Well I don’t care about who the members are of the band, all I care about is getting this case done and finished. No point in looking into people who aren’t a big deal to the case.” She explained as she began walking across the road but coming to a stop when the thin heel got stuck on the drain. “And—shit.” She muttered, still holding the phone up to her ear as she tried to pull her heel out. The sound of the person’s voice blocking out the noise from the traffic lights that was a warning that cars would begin driving.

“No not you, my shoe is stuck.” She explained, still pulling at it. The man in the car dropped his coffee on his lap causing him to his and turn to the back seat to look for some tissues. Y/n didn’t notice the car coming at all, just as she pulled her shoe out she looked up to see the car only a foot away from her. A shocked look on her face, two warm arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her off the street into the embrace of a stranger. The scared look still on her face as she clutched onto the shoe firmly and tears brimmed at her eyes as she thought about how close she was to getting hit. “I thought I lost you.” The voice was husky and familiar in her ears but she couldn’t put a face or name to it.

She looked up and met eyes with the man. His mint green hair and frames that sat on his face as he looked down into her glossy eyes. “You’re here.” He breathed, feeling like this was all a dream. The girl he loved and still does love was here with him. She was here in Korea with him. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He said once again, his thumb grazing over her cheek in awe. She slowly pulled his hand away and stepped out of his embrace, confused by the stranger. “I’m sorry, who are you?” She asked and he furrowed his eyebrows. Did he look that different? Had he been gone for that long that she had forgotten what he looked like? “it’s me…Min Yoongi.” He said and she shook her head, a confused expression still sat on her face.

“You don’t remember me? We dated in high school?” He asked and she shook her head still confused. “I had my memory of high school wiped. So, if we did go out I’m sure it was nice but I don’t remember anything sorry. I only remember my work and going to Law School.” She explained and he felt the pain in his chest. Like he had been hit by a truck. She doesn’t remember him. He put her in that much pain that he made her get her memories wiped. “I’m sorry…” He said, biting his lip and debating his next actions before muttering ‘screw it’ and crashing his lips into hers. Y/n’s eyes widened at his sudden actions but couldn’t help the memory that suddenly came flooding back to her.

“Yoongs! Stop it!” She giggled, trying to pry his hands away from her ribs which he applied even more pressure to with his fingers. “I can’t breathe.” She manged to get out through giggles. Yoongi smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers and smiling into the kiss.

Y/n pulled back and slapped him across the face, tears brimming her eyes as she held a shocked expression. “Why did you do that? How did you do that?” She asked suddenly and he furrowed his eyebrows. “Do what? What did you see something?” He asked stepping forward causing her to take a step back. “I have to go.” She said turning around and walking away as fast as she could, her shoe still in her hand and a tear slowly going down her face as she approached the black SUV. “Oh y/n, I have your coffee.” Kimi Soo said brightly as she saw y/n open the door. “Get in.” Y/n said sternly as Kimi Soo went around to the other side and slid in. Confused as to why y/n was acting to weird and secretive.

So this is part two, hope you liked it! You can ind part one here. 


Taeyong x Reader

Rantipole (n.) a wild, reckless young person

Word Count: 606

Genre: Angst

Warnings: explicit language


Originally posted by t-yong

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After All This Time {J-Hope Drabble}

Note: Two anons requested, one requested 35 (I’ll just tell your mum on you) and the other requested 128 (It’s called a prank) but I thought they might be funny together. I also decided to add J-Hope into the mix since he is literally slaying my life on a daily basis. Fighting!~

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Two children sat side by side on a park bench in a quiet, reserved part of the village.

Nightfall was slowly coming, and the clouds were swirling with lilacs and oranges as the sun setted slowly in the horizon, capturing the warmth and emitting coldness at dusk.

The cool air blew and rustled the leaves on the golden leaves that were slowly turning with each day that past in the Autumn month and falling off the branches, scattering and cascading down onto the park, where a swing set, a life and an old roundabout were set.

The two children seemed calm, both of them comfortable in each others company. They were at an age where childish antics were slowly being pulled away from their aging minds, but still young enough to be wild, free and innocent.

“I’m cold.” The girl announced, pulling her thin cardigan tightly around her small, fragile frame.

The boy beside her didn’t take a single moment in hesitating. He shrugged his coat off his shoulders and placed it around hers, a happy mile on his face. Even though the sun was setting, the boy on the bench was enough to create the illusion that it was still shining.

“Have mine.” He told her a she wrapped it around herself.

“Thank you, Hoseok.”

“You’re welcome, {y/n}”

Once the coat as securely around her, finally warming up her freezing figure, she shoved her hands in the pockets, only to find a miniscule object inside. {y/n} clamped her fingers around it, before raising out of the pocket before letting out a piercing scream, throwing what appeared to be a spider across the park.

Hoseok didn’t seem startled by her reaction, only let out a loud laugh, clutching his stomach at the shock written all over {y/n}’s face.

“Ha- you fell for it! You thought it was a real spider!”

{y/n} felt her face flush in embarrassment, crossing her arms sulkily across her chest. “That’s mean! If you do it again I’ll just tell your Mum on you!”

Hoseok giggled, seemingly unconcerned about her threat. “It was funny though, you have to admit, you should have seen the look on your face.”

{y/n} tried to hold her pout, but it was impossible to do when the boy beside her was grinning to brightly, reflecting so much happiness and hope.

“Okay, maybe it was a little bit funny. But only a little bit.” {y/n} responded stubbornly. She turned to face him, but as soon as her face aligned with his, she felt a warm sensation against her lips.

Her eyes widened a Hoseok pulled away from her. A pounding beat erupted inside her chest as her eyes widened.

“Y-you kissed me!”

Hoseok’s smile drained from his face, and that didn’t go unnoticed by {y/n}.

“It was just a prank - you’re not very good at jokes, are you?” He responded somewhat bitterly, there was something about the way he spoke that {y/n} wasn’t sure she believed that it had been ‘just a prank.’ but who wa she to question it? At such a young age, she couldn’t even comprehend the emotions it took to be in love, or to be in that state of a relationship with someone.

“Kissing is yucky!” {y/n} exclaimed.

“But that’s what you do when you love someone.” Hoseok tried to explain what little he knew about love, what little his brain could process from what he had seen around him.

“I don’t know if I love you yet, Hoseok. I’m still little. You should kiss me again when I’m older, and maybe I will have changed my mind.”

Hoseok grinned, an inward vow. He nodded. “I’ll prove to you that you do love me one day then! You’ll see!”

{y/n} smiled at the memory playing in her mind, it felt like moments ago they were back on that park bench. But in reality, it had been years.

Years of falling in love, heartbreak and putting all the pieces back together until the inevitable ending.

“I do.” Hoseok repeated the vicars words, tears shining in his glittering eyes a smile that still shone brighter than the sun.

“I do.” You concluded.

Then the kiss that bind you together to the sound of the cheers and claps from the family and friends that had watched the romance blossom between both of you.

“Remember when you said kissing was yucky?” Hoseok whispered in your ear, chuckling as you giggled.

“Remember when you said you’d prove to us both that you’d change that?”

“Yep, and I don’t regret a single thing.” He grinned, kissing you on the temple before taking you by the hand to make the start of a new future, a new life.

He’s right, you do love him.

Even after all this time.