purplemoon3 (purplemoon3) wrote,

Randy Lang Syne 1/1

In Sum: I did a drabblematic and enjoyed the result so much I decided to save it for posterity because all the stuff with Ned turned out so perfect. I assume the drabble takes place in Dragonstone, in the room with the table with the Painted Table, because otherwise things get weird. Robert Baratheon/Eddard Stark.

Robert sipped over at his drink and stood behind a randy sell-sword. He weren't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel white and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how stoic his Hand got when he was nervous.

Well, truth be told, Robert knew very well why he was at the party: to see Ned.

Ah, Ned. Just the thought of them, the chance of a glimpse of their honorable cunt made Robert's heart beat a staccato like summer snow: sudden and without warning, expected and yet a surprise, as beautiful as they could be deadly falling on all without judgement or regard.

But tonight everyone was masked. Robert peered quietly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Ned. There, he thought, the person over by the Storms End, the gray one with the wolf mask. It had to be Ned. No one else could look so just, even in a wolf mask.

They began to walk Robert's way and Robert started to panic. What if they actually talked to Robert?

Ned came right up to Robert and Robert thought that he was going to faint.

"Hello," Ned said huskily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, just looking at the Ice," Robert said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so homely.

Just then, a soft voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."

Robert's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Ned might ...

"Happy New Year!"

Ned swept Robert into their arms, bent him over the Rock, and kissed Robert then, slipping him the tongue and groping his cock.

Robert could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out angrily and pulled Ned's mask off their face. It was Ned! "I knew it was you," Robert said and took his own mask off.

"And it's ... you," Ned said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."

Robert watched them go. They would be right back, Robert was sure. Just as soon as they had their punch.

And then they would fall in love.

Tags: drabblematic, fanfiction, game of thrones
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