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Questioned Morals (II)

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Summary: Ned is in love

Word count: 1.2k

Questioned Morals (I)

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The next day in the morning, Ned wakes up drenched in sweat, his breathing heavy and skin sticky he throws the furs off his body and gets out of the bed and walks towards the window in haste, he opens to let the air cool his flushed skin, he had dream but not just any dream, it was a dream about you a lewd and obscene dream, he shakes his head trying not to think about it, he closes his eyes trying to clear his mind, but the image of you under him skin soft and sweaty flashes in front of him in an attempt to get rid of such thoughts he walks to the table in his room and pours himself a generous serving of wine. The wine was chill and tart soothing his throat as he drank, taking big gulps as if it would wash the dream away, setting down the goblet he concludes that this is all just silly infatuation and that he must be lonely.

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As the day goes on Ned as routine is busy, walking down the hallway lost in his head he does not notice footsteps coming towards him, walking at an unnecessarily fast pace he pauses when he feels someone bump into his shoulder, looking down he notices the fiery red hair that looked so much like Catelyns.

“Sansa”?

“oh? I was just coming to meet you father, I wanted to thank you”-

Ned is half hearing whatever it is that Sansa is saying until your name is uttered, his attention is back on her-

“they are such a sweet person they would make a splendid lady-in-waiting”

You and her lady-in-waiting? When did he approve of that? He revisits the conversation he had with your father and realises when he was spacing out he had agreed to making you a lady-in-waiting for Sansa, his stomach drops and he realises what a grave mistake he has made- what would he do now? you would be around winterfell all the time now.

“Sansa dear, I have to leave now.” It came out more rushed than Ned had wished but he hadn't in him.

He was pacing through the to go to his room once entering, he pours himself a glass of wine and drinks it down in one gulp, exhaling a heavy sigh he thinks back to yesterday he hadn’t heard your voice yet or he did? he can't really remember either way it must be just as sweet as you look, remembering the issue at hand, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“How could you be so foolish?” He asked himself, this shouldn’t bother him though, you are nearly half his age, he groans out and decides that he should end the day here.

The next morning as Ned was walking past the training grounds, he saw you and Robb talking, smiling like two silly kids, he smiled at the prospect of you and Robb getting married, you had a sweet character and would make an excellent Queen Of the North.

‘What if you were his Queen Of the North?’ he chastises himself for thinking so, you would never even look at him.

As the week progressed you had noticed Ned had been avoiding you, whenever you were in front of him he would turn the other way and rush away and whenever he was in the same room as you, you would always feel his eyes on you but when you looked towards him he would quickly look away, This rather odd.

So you decided to come in his way more, you would look out for him, seek him out in the crowd of furs in the great hall, you deliberately walk past him a little closer than acceptable so he could smell the perfumed oils you put in your bath ‘sandalwood and amber’ noted Ned, you smelled like what he imagined the sun would smell like. Through the entire week Ned had been going through dilemma, the harder he tried to avoid the closer you came, it was as if some unseeable force was pulling you closer to each other, whenever you got too close to Ned he would pray to the gods to give him strength to put his hands around and pull you in, so one night he decided to visit the godswood and plead the gods to put him out of his misery.

One night, sleep was difficult to come so, you decided to take a walk towards the Godswood, wearing one of your heavier furs you leave for the Godswood.

Entering the forest, you saw someone standing, bringing your fur closer to yourself, clearing your throat to get the unknown person’s attention, the person whipping their head to look back at the noise, their hand on the hilt of their sword ready to attack. As your eyes meet you realise it was no one other than The Eddard Stark himself, all of his tall and broad shouldered frame standing right in front you. Recovering from the shock, you ask.

“Is sleep hard to come by, my lord?”

Ned looked like he had seen a ghost-

“I- yes my lady”

There is a pregnant pause between you two, looking at him trying to think of what to say-

“Are you avoiding me?”

You bite your tongue, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I apologise, my lord ‘tis not my-

“You needn’t apologise, you are correct, I have been avoiding”

Ned interrupts you, opening your mouth to say something but you stop yourself.

“I haven’t been avoiding you out of disdain but rather”- Ned pauses not knowing what to say.

“It’s just that” “I” “Uhm” were the only sounds coming out of his mouth for a few seconds, was Ned Stark stuttering.

“I am in love with you.”

That statement takes you aback, ‘in love with you?’ You had always Ned rather attractive, with all his honour and striking northerner features, your father had made you Sansa’s lady-in-waiting with the hopes of a future marriage with one of the Stark boys, preferably Robb, but you never looked at that Robb like that, he was younger than you and rather cocky. Ned on the other hand, was older and had an air about him, something very attractive that just increased tenfold when mixed with the smell of pine and leather.

“You are all I think about, day and night you have occupied my mind”-

Stepping closer to him you put your hand on his shoulder. “You are in love with me?”

Ned sighs out “Yes my lady, I am irrevocably in love with you, and when I tried avoiding you there was some unseeable force pulling us together and I do not think I can do this anymore”-

To pause him from, you cup his face “You do not need an explanation of why you're in love.

“But” you place your lips on his, they were cold and slightly rough and you could taste the wine he had earlier for supper, Ned pauses not knowing what to do, frozen in shock, a few seconds after the shock wears down, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer, kissing you back. After a few seconds you both pull back to catch you breath, you put your hands on his shoulders and he moves his hands to cup you face, as he looks into your eyes, he decides he will start courting you properly and that morals be damned as he pulls you in for another kiss.

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Fin.

i saw a post about being the loser girlfriend and i can’t stop thinking about being gojo’s loser gf.

he’s so popular and loved by everyone even the professors, but he has one obsession and it’s the weird lord of the rings fanatic girl that wears oversized clothes and can’t shut up about d&d

gojo’s down so bad he finds himself in her dorm again after leaving a party even before midnight.

“shut up about aragorn princess or i swear i’ll break your tv” he groans from between your legs as the return of the king plays in the background.

he often gets distracted during classes, checking if you texted him or what you’re doing. probably something dumb like debating theories on reddit… he pouts looking at your profile picture.

"ahn ‘toru you said you were gonna behave” you look over your shoulder at the boy sucking your neck as you cockwarm him. you’re trying to finish your paper at your desk, but the way he keeps moving and throbbing inside you doesn’t allow your mind to focus.

“princess i’m behaving by not pushing your face into that stupid poster” he points to the huge batman poster that decorated your wall, “and fucking you till you can’t talk” he thrusts up to emphasize his point.

and whenever he sees you across campus with that dumb legolas shirt he can’t stop himself from dragging you to the closest bathroom and pushing that shirt up to suck your tits, “can’t believe you actually go out like this” he murmurs while groping your ass over the tight biker shorts.

“yeah i can see how much you hate it” your hand is down his pants jerking the cock that begs for your attention. it’s such a turn on for him to touch that gorgeous body that no one imagine it’s under all that fan girl merch.

“so pathetic— mmph” he murmurs against your neck as he comes in his pants, failing to notice he’s even more pathetic.

IM A VERY SIMPLE WOMAN 💔💔💔💔 OHHHH MY GOD I WAS WONDERING WHERE HIS ASS WAS IT MATTHEW BERNARD STURNIOLO THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

ill be giving up my first born child + their first born child + cycle continues for the next 20 generations please we can make More mattt plea

i fuck gojo with my 13 inch strap while he squirms and begs me to stop, me and you are NOT the same.