GoT One-Shots Book 3!

Soccer Ball of Fate (Margaery Tyrell x fem!reader) Modern AU

Margaery was walking along, minding her own business, when it happened. Out of nowhere something hit her in the back. She fell to the ground with a groan. "Oh my gods, are you okay?!" a voice called. Margaery glanced up to see you running toward her. You guided her back to her feet. "I'm so sor-" you cut off when Margaery looked into your eyes. "Whoa," you breathed out.

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. Then you remembered, you were supposed to be helping her up. You carefully guided her back to her feet. "I'm really sorry about that. I lost control of the ball," you apologized. She rubbed the spot on her back. "It's alright, really. It could have happened to anyone." You frowned a little. Margaery knew most people weren't that nice when they got knocked down.

"Still, I feel terrible. Would you let me take you to the hospital to get checked out?" Margaery shook her head. "I'm fine." You sighed. It was clear that it was really bothering you. Margaery didn't know what to say to make it better and alleviate your guilt. After a moment where you shuffled awkwardly, you blurted out, "At least let me make you dinner!"

Margaery quirked a brow and tried not to giggle. She could tell you weren't used to this sort of thing. But your awkwardness was kind of cute. "Uh, that is, please let me take you out to dinner? I can't really cook worth a crap, but I really want to make it up to you." At that, Margaery couldn't help herself anymore. She let out a soft giggle and nodded. "I think I'd like that." Grinning, you said, "I have to get back to practice now, but give me your number and I'll contact you later." After exchanging information, Margaery went on her merry way and you went back to practice.

Dinner wasn't able to happen that night, but you contacted Margaery the next day with a plan in mind. Margaery agreed, but then started to brew. Was this a date? Or were you really just trying to make amends? Should she dress to impress or be a little more casual? Either way, she didn't have a whole lot of time.

Margaery met you at the restaurant you picked and she was glad she didn't get too dressed up. It wasn't an overly casual place, but not extravagant either. You greeted her with a bright grin and lead her inside. "Thanks for agreeing to this. I feel just awful about what happened yesterday. Normally, I'm a much better player than that."

"We all have our off days. Perhaps you were simply distracted." You grew quiet and a look of what could only be described as embarrassment passed over your features. "What is it?" Margaery asked. You cleared your throat. "I, uh, I was distracted. By you." Margaery blinked in surprise. "Me?" You nodded. "I caught a glimpse of you out the corner of my eye as you were walking passed. I thought...I thought you were beautiful. Then I got to see you up close. You're not just beautiful. You're gorgeous."

Margaery blushed. She could feel the heat creeping up her neck and face. You were certainly being forward. The question was: did she mind it? In truth, no. She liked it. Even though it was obvious that it was awkward and hard for you to say these things, she appreciated you being honest with her. It was a new experience in her life.

"Thank you, Y/N. I think you're quite beautiful as well. I appreciate you bringing me out tonight. It is an interesting first date story." You nearly choked on your drink. Once you calmed down, your eyes caught her gaze. "Is that what this is? A date?" Margaery nodded. "If you want it to be. If not, then we can pretend this conversation never happened."

"NO!" you burst and then quieted down, "No, I want it to be a date. I just didn't want to be too forward, I guess. I'm sure you have a lot of people lined up to date you." Margaery gave a little shrug. "Yes, but none of them ever hit me with a soccer ball." You groaned a little louder than necessary and Margaery laughed. She enjoyed teasing you already.

"I'm only joking. Besides, who knows, perhaps that ball was fate." You arched a brow. "Fate, huh?" She nodded. "Yes. Maybe you were destined to hit me with it because we are destined to mean something in each other's lives." You chuckled softly and smiled. "One way to find out, isn't there? Would you care to go out with me again sometime?"

Margaery reached across the table and grabbed your hand gently. "I think we should get through this date first." You looked a little embarrassed again. "Uh, right. Sorry." She giggled and leaned across the table to kiss your cheek. "If things continue like this, then I would definitely say yes to a second date." The smile stayed on both your faces for the rest of the meal.