Pedro Pascal+characters one shots part 2

Oberyn Martell-My Love Burns Eternal

You've been having a rough time with life. Everything and everyone seems to be against you.

Except for the one who truly loves you: Oberyn Martell. He proves that everything isn't as bad as it seems.

Some mention of sex and some swearing.

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You can't even remember what day it is anymore. All the days just blur together and you hardly remember what the hell is going on.

The door to your chamber is opened and a dark silhouette slips inside, revealing a small sliver of light.

Soft footsteps come closer to where you're seated at the table. A gentle hand is placed on your shoulder and you turn your head, ever so slightly. Oberyn.

"My love, why wouldn't you come out?"

"I don't want...to." Your voice sounds flat and lifeless. Oberyn wanders closer and kneels down in front of your legs.

The expression on his face is pity and you want to slap it off. You nearly raise your hand to do so, when Oberyn raises himself up and gently presses his lips to yours.

Something stirs inside your breast, although you wouldn't necessarily call it... love. Perhaps lust. But not love.

No. It's not lust, either. It's more... just an old, forgotten ache that has long since ceased. Oberyn traces a single finger over your exposed collarbone and it makes you shiver.

"I want you to come with me, my sweet."

"I'd rather just stay here. Where I'm away from prying eyes and gossiping lips."

"We shall go under subterfuge." Mischief dances in Oberyn's dark eyes and you feel the corners of your mouth turning upward. He always was the cheeky sort.

"Very well. Just... please, my Oberyn. Don't subject me to such disgrace."

Oberyn leans closer to you once again and gently kisses you again.

"Never would I ever do such a thing to the one I truly love."

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Oberyn comes up with an interesting plan to sneak you out of the palace. He has you dress up as common servant girl and then proclaims quite loudly that he intends to take you to 'punish' you since you've been such a naughty little wench.

You almost giggle as Oberyn makes his silly proclamation to anyone within hearing distance as he guides you out to the waiting carriage.

As Oberyn assists you up into the carriage, you turn to him, carefully pulling away the hooded cloak and lean in for a gentle kiss.

"You're so cheeky, my love!" Oberyn laughs and the sound actually seeps into your soul, causing warmth to fill you.

You can't remember the last time you hadn't felt something that wasn't dread or fear or anxiety. It feels... wonderful. And you owe that feeling to the love of your life, Oberyn Martell.

He gives you a little wink and gently kisses you back. You can feel his hand roaming over your backside, but he catches himself and stops.

"The moment I get you alone, Y/N," Oberyn growls softly in your ear. "I am going to make you feel like a new woman." You smile.

"I shall anxiously await that moment, Prince Oberyn."

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As you lie close to Oberyn, his gentle hands roaming over you, you realize just how much you feel more alive.
It's been so very long. You couldn't say how long. Just so terribly long.

Oberyn is slowly kissing your fingers and you squirm. The sensation is strong, yet tender. Oberyn has always had that effect on you.

Ever since you've known him, he's been so intoxicating for you. He's worse than a strong drink. No drink has ever had the same effect on you as Oberyn Martell.

He's the only thing that can get you drunk. He makes you feel things that a strong drink could not. However, with everything that's been plaguing you of late, not even Oberyn could soothe that terrible feeling hidden deep inside your bones.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, tears suddenly threatening.

Oberyn looks very concerned as he holds your hand.

"You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, my love. You've been under a great amount of pressure of late. It can wear even the strongest person down."

You gently pull your hand free and nestle your head into the crook of Oberyn's neck, as his strong arms encircle you. You sob softly against him.

"I shall try harder to be there for you," Oberyn's gentle voice assures you. It soothes you.

You compose yourself and roughly dash away the troublesome tears. If it wasn't for this strong, yet kind man in front of you, you'd have given up long ago.

"Can we stay here a while longer?"

"Anything you desire," Oberyn says softly as he strokes your hair. "I shall grant you."

You smile and kiss him. He's your everything. He always has been. And he always will be.

"Thank you, Oberyn. For everything."

"I've no need for your thanks, my love. I do what I do for you out of love. Love that'll burn eternal."

You actually laugh and cuddle close to him once again.

"As does mine."