#Pia beloved

[croissant-enthusiast]

frage 9 und 12 für pia👀

Hallo Eva!!!

Pia Nation rise! *Hier diesen Feuer Elmo einfügen*

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

(DE: könnten du und der Charakter Mitbewohner sein?)

Wieso könnten, wir sind schon Roommates.

Absolut kann ich mir das vorstellen, aber chaotisch wird's wohl denke ich. Zwei Nachteulen, ADHD-coded, die nicht auf sich selbst aufpassen können? Passt. Ich könnte mir auch vorstellen, dass es ne ziemlich gesellige WG wäre, mit Filmabenden und zusammen Lasagne machen (oder Nudeln beim Chinesen bestellen), wenn sie nicht unbedingt drei Tage am Stück im Büro ist.

Es würde wahrscheinlich regelmäßig passieren dass wir unabgesprochen gleichzeitig nachts um drei nach Hause kommen, sie aus dem Büro, ich weil ich noch in der Garderobe versackt bin (Kontext: ich mache Theater).

Aber so die Wäsche und das Geschirr würde sich schon stapeln, könnte also auch anstrengend werden.

12. What’s a headcanon you have for this character?

(DE: was ist ein Headcanon, den du für diesen Charakter hast?)

Also, dass sie ADHS hat hab ich ja jetzt schon ein paar Mal erwähnt (ist auch ein Thema in der fic, die ich gerade schreibe 👀). Aber weil sie der current Blorbo ist, hab ich eine Menge mehr! Hier eine Handvoll!

Sie ist als Einzelkind bei ihrer alleinerziehenden Mutter aufgewachsen und hat eine richtig gute Beziehung mit ihr. Sie wohnt nicht in der Nähe, deswegen sieht sie sie nur selten, aber sie nimmt sich regelmäßig Zeit, um sie zu besuchen.

Dass sie queer ist, ist ihr recht früh aufgefallen und war Zuhause auch nie ein Problem. In ihrer Studienzeit war sie auch mehr involviert in der queeren Szene, jetzt hat sie einfach keine Zeit mehr. Wenn sie es schafft, geht sie aber gerne auf den CSD.

Sie hätte wirklich gerne eine Katze, aber in ihrer Wohnung darf sie keine haben (was vielleicht aktuell auch ganz gut ist, so selten, wie sie Zuhause ist). Aber wenn sie eine hätte, würde sie ihr Tricks beibringen. Stattdessen versucht sie sich immer wieder an Topfpflanzen, die aber aus gleichem Grund nur mehr oder weniger gut überleben.

Okay, ich glaube das reicht (aber ich hab noch mehr, also ask away 😌)

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[julietherebel]

Me happily watching Esther having chemistry with literally every woman in every episode

[angelwithdeerstalker]

Warum trendet das zeug eig noch nicht? *gonna watch today for the pia-content and only for the pia content

[m-7905]

"Ich kann dir nicht sagen was sie dir nicht selbst sagen möchte" what do you know Esther?! What did pia tell you/ what did you figure out about pia?! Tell me! I need to know more about pia!!!

[piassportjacke]

Sehr spezifische Beschwerde, aber ich finde es sollte mal einen "Einführung in das StGB"-Kurs für alle Drehbuchautor*innen von Krimiserien geben. Wenn der Tötungsvorsatz fehlt, ist das kein Totschlag!

[gay-impressionist]

December also means... advent calendars !! ❄️🔥

[saecookie]

New level of fic attained: getting a vocal abt it

[philliamwrites]

To choose between Emil and Eren... No, no, no. That's not gonna happen. So I hope there is an option to choose both. Or you will prepare a completely different ending that will depress us all.

and,

if Emil comes back as a young man, I'm very curious about how you will portray him to us.

You've brought a completely different perspective to AOT. I'm obviously very excited~

god i just want to tell you guys everything about them and the end of this story.

there will be a turn where hopefully everyone will feel like this might be an additional sub-plot of the original story (though ofc i am nowhere near isayama's narration skill)

all i can say is that maybe you don't have to tell any of them goodbye for now :)

[hoffnungslos-abernicht-ernst]

Adam und Pia ich liebe es 😍😍

[m-7905]

So, nachdem ich das in den tags gestartet hab und gemerkt hab das es sehr lang wird lieber mal hier haha (compiling my thoughts and questions... this has 2 parts (einer für den ersten Frageblock, einer für den zweiten) geht nach dem cut los

1. Das verschwundene Mädchen und Zeit

What do you fucking mean ard "seit den frühen Abendstunden des 23. Januars 2014 wird die Saarbrückerin Mara Heinrich (16) vermisst." What do you meannnn fr

Naja... es ist nicht established welches Jahr jetzt genau ist im spatort Universum (und da kde und fdg ja direkt nacheinader spielen kann mensch das auch nicht einfach mit dem Sendejahr gleichsetzen... shout out an alle timelines btw ich bin immernoch sehr verwirrt) aber ich denke wir sind mit edn jetzt tatsächlich circa in 2024 was Mara 26 machen würde... Wenn Pia so alt ist wie Adam und Leo war sie 2014 irgendwie 23-25 [adam und leo müssten ca 1990 geboren sein (Yearbooks in hdw sind aus 2006/2007 da waren die dann 16/17 passt für 11te Klasse, vgl die timeline hier )] und ist jetzt 33-35... Mara ist also höchstwahrscheinlich die kleine Schwester von Pia.

Der Altersunterschied von circa 8 Jahren zwischen Mara und Pia ist ungewöhnlich hoch finde ich und wirft ja einige Fragen auf... das duale Studium zur Polizeikommisarin dauert etwa 3 Jahre, das heißt mit 23-25 könnte Pia schon im Dienst gewesen sein, wenn Sie mit 19/20 die Ausbildung angefangen hat... ich glaube aber nicht das sie das war, ich glaub ja Pia hat erst was anderes gemacht und nach Maras verschwinden bei der Polizei angefangen, was allerdings bedeuten würde, das sie erst mit circa 27 die Ausbildung abgeschlossen hätte... vielleicht war sie aber in der Aubuldung als Mara verschwunden ist und ist erst 1 oder 2 Jahre später fertig geworden... wer weiß das schon...

Meine Fragen also:

Seit wann ist Pia bei der Polizei?

-> Abhängig von der Antwort: Was hat sie vorher gemacht? Und wie lange ist sie selbst schon am Ermitteln? Was hat sie in der Zeit schon über maras case heraus gefunden?

-> auch related dazu: Seit wann ist Leo bei der Polizei? Und was weiß Leo genau? Ich meine mal die zwei könnten gleichzeitig in der Ausbildung gewesen sein, Pia könnte aber auch erst deutlich später dazu gekommen sein als Leo, oder war Leo mal nicht in Saarbrücken? Oder war Pia erst wo anders? Und was auch immernoch es ist, sie arbeiten ja definitiv schon seit einiger Zeit zusammen (sogar pre Adam's return) und allgemein, ob jetzt schon aktiv im Dienst oder nicht, maras verschwinden war doch bestimmt in den Nachrichten und Leo errinert sich bestimmt an sowas... und wenn er davon weiß hat er ihr bestimmt auch schon geholfen einer Spur zu Folgen, wobei in edn nur Esther bescheid weiß (scheinbar)... ist Adam der einzige der da garnichts von mitbekommen hat? Als er in Berlin war?!

Naja darüber nach zu denken macht mich fertig... so viele Fragen, so viele Möglichkeiten...

2. 1 Das unfüllbare Loch und Familie

Ich glaube das Loch ist definitiv family related... pia ist seit 10 Jahren damit beschäftigt ihre schwester zu vermissen, in der Zeit hat sie diese bestimmt schon getrauert, aber da sie immernoch sucht ja die hoffnung auch nicht aufgegeben... so lange sie keine finale Antwort hat, ist mara wie schrödingers katze, sowohl am Leben als auch tod.

Pia scheint als einzige noch nach mara zu suchen... ich Frage mich ja ob mara offiziel nicht schon als tod erklärt wurde? Ob ihre Eltern die Hoffnung schon aufgegeben haben? Am Verschwinden ihrer Tochter kaputt gegangen sind? Und ihre andere Tochter wegen der Trauer und Hoffnungslosigkeit komplett vernachlässigt haben, auch wenn die mit 24 schon erwachsen war? Den Kontakt mit Pia abgebrochen weil diese sie zu sehr an Mara errinert?

Oder hat Pia nachdem diese die Hoffnung aufgegeben haben den Kontakt abgebrochen? Sind die Eltern überhaupt noch am Leben? Waren sie vielleicht auch 2014 schon nicht im Bild? Weil Pia sich um Mara gekümmert hat, als ältere Schwester und deren Eltern einfach in deren Kindheit schon verschwunden sind? (Would explain why she felt a connection mit Carla?)

Waren die Eltern abusive und Mara ist mit 16 dann endlich abgehauen, da war Pia ja dann schon länger aus dem Haus...? Wenn ja wann ist Pia aus dem Haus gekommen? Warum hätte die Mara nicht direkt mitgenommen wenn das so wäre? (Halte ich für unwahrscheinlich tbh)

Und überhaupt: ist Mara abgehauen oder verschwunden weil sie gekidnapped wurde? Lebt sie noch oder wurde sie ermordet? Falls sie aus eigenen Stücken abgehauen ist, warum hat sie Pia zurückgelassen? Warum meldet sie sich nicht? Wenn sie gekidnapped/ermordet wurde: Warum konnte pia sie nicht beschützen? Warum war Pia nicht bei mara? (Fragen/Vorwürfe die sich Pia bestimmt stellt/macht)

Diese doppelte Realität (ala schrödingers Katze) und ist garantiert exhausting... ich denke schon das sich das wie ein Loch anfühlt...

-> Pia strebt nach Antworten, sucht bei jedem Fall die Wahrheit, durchforstet hunderte Artikel, das Internet und Akten auf der Suche nach Informationen, hofft (glaube ich) bei jedem Fall, das sie dafür sorgen kann, das es Sicherheit gibt, eine klare Antwort, anders als in ihrem eigenen Leben...

-> Pia ist so verschlossen gegenüber anderen (/wir sehen so wenig von ihr), es könnte so viel sein, ihre Familien Situation ist komplett unbekannt... und da ist bestimmt noch mehr als nur 'schwester verschwunden'... so viel mehr... ein Kind zu verlieren macht was mit den Eltern....ihre Schwester zu verlieren die Sie beim aufwachsen beobachtet, beschützt, geliebt hat muss ziemlich viel mit Pia gemacht haben...

2.2 Pia und die Angst zu sterben:

Pia sieht regelmäßig eine Vielzahl an Arten wie jemand sterben kann, da ist es nicht so unwahrscheinlich, das sie oft über das Sterben nachdenkt, besonders Nachts wenn da keine Ablenkhlung ist...

Nachts ist außerdem die Zeit in der ihr Gehirn Dinge verarbeiten sollte, Dinge wie die Morde von Lausch, mit abgeschnittenen Fingern und heraus gerissenen Herzen... wie Verkehrsunfälle, wie Männer die kleine Hunde von Brücken werfen, wie kollegen, die jahrelang Misshandelt wurden, wie vermisstenmeldungen die weinend aufgegeben wurden, wie angehörige von Toten, die nach der Mitteilung trauern, wie Geschichten von Vergewaltigungen und häuslicher Gewalt erzählt werden, wie suchtkranke aus der Gesellschaft ausgeschlossen werden... pia ist mit all diesen Themen Konfrontiert, regelmäßig, es ist Teil von ihrem Beruf, sie sieht die dunkelsten Aspekte des Lebens... ohne gesunden coping mechnismus haut das ganz schön rein... ohne sich jemandem anzuvertrauen (wahsrcheinlich redet Pia manchmal mit Esther, Leo und Adam, aber wirklich sicher weiß das ja niemand...)

Naja nach Pias "Ich denke da ständig drüber nach, jetzt und nachts wenn ich nichts zutun habe." klingt es schon nach etwas, das pia nicht steuert und unter kontrolle hat...

Nach der folgenden definition (von hier): Zwangsgedanken sind immer wiederkehrende Vorstellungen, Befürchtungen oder Impulse, welche die erkrankte Person in immer derselben Art und Weise beschäftigen. [...] Diese Gedanken werden von den Betroffenen als quälend und sinnlos wahrgenommen. Widerstand gegen diese Denkinhalte ist meist erfolglos, da sie oft unwillentlich auftreten. Würde ich schon sagen, das Pias Gedanken als Zwangsgedanken bezeichnet werden können... wo wir genau damit landen weiß ich auch nicht so genau...

Ob Pia wriklich eine Art Zwangsstörung hat oder ob sie "nur" dazu neigt zu spiralen und dabei in einem Loch landet, das sie nicht stopfen kann... ich fürchte fast wir werden es nie erfahren... Angststörungen gehören allerdings (so weit ich das weiß) auch zu Nebenwirkungen einer falschen Einnahme von Ritalin.

2.3 Was ist verdammt nochmal mit Pia?

Das ist die Frage, die mich seit edn noch mehr beschäftigt als alles andere... da sind einfach so viele unbekannte Variablen im mix es ist verrückt...

Aber sicher ist:

-> Pia geht es nicht gut, sie ist physisch und psychisch erschöpft, ihr Körper braucht schlaf, (nach edn) medizinische Versorgung

-> Pia braucht Therapie, sie hat einige traumatische Dinge erlebt und nicht verarbeitet, sie braucht gesündere coping Mechanismen als "Ich werde Nacht um Nacht durcharbeiten um nur an meinen Job zu denken und Ritalin nehmen um dabei nicht einzuschlafen"

-> Wir haben Fragen und wollen Antworten...

Ich habe mehr Fragen über Pia als zuvor?

Wer ist die verschwundene junge Frau? Ihre Schwester? Oder einfach ein random cold case, der sie aus random Gründen nicht los lässt? Oder ein Fall, in dem sie selbst ermittelt hat?

Und was ist das Loch in ihr? Ist da was mit ihrer Familie? Warum hat sie nachts Angst zu sterben? Oder ist es gar keine Angst? Vielleicht mehr in Richtung Zwangsgedanke? Ist das das richtige Wort? Was ist verdammt nochmal mit Pia?

[croissant-enthusiast]

Drew the women again!!

Ich kann nicht aufhören, über diese Szene nachzudenken!! Esthers erste Frage ist, wo Pia ist? Might as well be „Was hast du gerade an?“ aber in a caring and loving way, I can’t!! Und während sie selbst aussieht wie ein Engel, von der Sonne angestrahlt, und Pia ein bisschen wie ein gerupftes Huhn, weil sie gerade aufgewacht ist. Girlfriends.

[drunk-person]

Day off (Modern Au) P.3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x cousin!reader

Summary: One of the most talked about gossips among the lower class servants in Kings Landing is the fact (or not) that Aemond Targaryen got involved with his cousin Y/n Targaryen when they were both teenagers. Mainly due to the fact that at the age of 17 she was sent to Old Town overnight. Some employees claim that Aemond was caught between her legs. Some say that, like her father, she had had a horrible fight with her uncle and uncle and was sent away. And other than that none of this happened, she just became interested in the course offered at the Old Town conservatory. But now five years later, Y/n Targaryen is back, and rumors haunt those who favor them.

This chapter is a part of a main story The gossip, you can find the previous chapter, summary and general tags by accessing the link.

Summary of the chapter: The birthday party brings much more than imagined, and after a completely crazy night comes the next morning. The breakfast? Gossips!

Warnings of the chapter: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, slight codependency, no description for reader.

A/N: I hope you like the new chapter, I'm very happy and grateful for all the dear people who commented on the previous chapter, thank you very much, your comments inspire me! Comments and suggestions are welcome 💕

Word count: 7,500 k

"Good morning Kings landing, it seems that the birthday party of our dearest Cece Lanister was the event of the year. From what our columnists heard, Y/n Targaryen attended her former friend's party, but apparently she didn't stay for long Did our beloved Targaryen's time in Old Town change her that much?"

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The flavor of seven tea house was packed as always for breakfast. At a table further away, sitting with her cell phone in her hand and visibly impatient, was Floris Baratheon.

-I haven't been able to talk to Aemond since last night. - Floris commented in the group of friends in annoyance.

-He dropped you off at home? - Nia asked, curving her eyebrows.

-No, he disappeared in the middle of the party, I know he doesn't like this type of event, but he must have had a good reason to leave without warning. - She commented with a frown on her forehead, looking at the cell phone display while the group's friends looked at each other.

-What's it? - She asked when she saw the expressions on their faces.

-I don't know, Floris, don't you think it's strange that he disappeared in the middle of the party yesterday, right after she returned? - Pia said, slightly biting her lips in apprehension.

-She who? - Floris asked rolling her eyes.

-Y/n Targaryen.

-Time please. - She rolled her eyes even more deeply and spoke in a mocking voice. - Are you believing the gossip from the servants now?

-I don't know if it's just gossip.

-They are cousins ​​Jane. Cousins.

-Yes, just as her father is Laena Valaryon's cousin and the two are married in Pentos.

-Look, his mother assured me that this was all just malicious gossip spread by servants who have nothing better to do.

Everyone raised their eyebrows at the prospect that she had asked Aemond's mother about the matter.

-Flo I don't know, this whole story is very strange. Do you remember your school days? The two of them were always together and had those strange looks at each other. - Jane said a little unbelieving.

-Okay, that's enough. - Floris protested irritably with her friends. - Aemond doesn't have anything to do with his cousin!

-Okay, we won't say anything else. - Elyrio said, raising both hands in surrender. - But you have to admit that it is strange.

-Do you want to know? I have to go, my dad needs me at the company today. - Floris picked up her own coffee and phone from the table and left, slightly tense, and Jane thought she saw the name Alicent in the phone book on Floris' cell phone before her friend left.

-You know what people say about why she went to Old Town. - After Floris left, Elyrio continued with a mischievous smile while wagging his eyebrows. - It looks like she was sent away because his mother caught them playing doctor in his room.

-I don’t know, but from what they say he was the gynecologist. - Lion blurted out in an even more malicious voice.

-How do you know about that? - Jane asked with wide eyes.

-We can't be sure, but the Targaryens' gardener is the brother of our family's cook. - Elyrio continued the conversation excitedly. - And from what we heard her talking to the other employees…

-It's not just rumors. - Lion concluded for his brother.

-That's so low, even for you guys - Nia rolled her eyes at the two brothers with a look of disbelief. - Aemond and Floris like each other.

-Oh please, has anyone ever seen Aemond kissing Floris? - Jane rolled her eyes as she said while drinking some of her own iced tea. - Whenever he's around he has that disgusted look on his face, it looks like someone put a rotten fish under his snobbish nose.

-I think it's just his way. - Nia defended, curving her eyebrows. - The family is all kind of weird after all, what with the royal descent thing and everything.

-Helaena Targaryen is not like that, I saw her picking up trash on the beach last week. -Lion smiled when he said that, but not in the malicious way he did when he talked about Aemond and Y/n.

-Helaena doesn't count. - Jane intervened at the same moment. - The girl is sweeter than any other human being that has ever walked the earth, I don't even know if she is even human.

-Have you spoken to Aegon yet? - Elyrio asked with an incredulous look as he moved his own coffee straw with his fingertips. - He makes you think that we have returned to the time of conquest and that everyone around must obey and serve him.

-But you guys forget that Aemond wasn't always like this. - Lion dragged the conversation back to Aemond. - Which brings us to the original subject of this conversation, when we studied KLH together he was all smiles and helpful.

-But only when he was with his dear little cousin. - Elyrio shook his eyebrows mischievously as he drank more coffee, and then looked around before whispering to the others. -Jason Lanister swears that one day he saw him put his hand up her skirt in high school.

-Jai is a liar. - Nia grumbled irritably.

-Well Lin Blackwood said that he once saw a very obscene note in her locker signed with an A at the end. -Jane said while she bit her lower lip.

-Which could mean millions more people. - Nia once again refuted her friends' gossip.

-Okay, but what about that trip to Harrenhall? - Lion said looking Nia in the eyes mockingly. - That the club had a technical problem with the lights and sent everyone out and they were both red and sweaty in that corner?

-We were on a dance floor, everyone was red and sweaty.

-Nia, don't you remember how strange he was after she went to Old Town? - Jane asked, staring at her friend fixedly. - He disappeared from college for over a month and when he came back he had lost weight and wasn't talking to anyone.

-And now he just disappears without answering the night she comes back? - Elyrio concluded hastily, as if gossiping was fuel to make his soul happy.

Pia's look at this point was even more apprehensive, as if she was holding air in her lungs and was going to explode at any moment. Elyrio, realizing this, raised his eyebrows curiously as he looked at his friend.

-Pia. - He hummed her name. - You know something!

-I do not know anything. - She immediately denied it.

-Hurry up! - Lion said, pulling the chair closer to hers. - We tell you what we know, now you have to tell it too!

-It’s not exactly gossip. - She started, still biting her lip. - Or maybe it is, I don't know. But last night at Cece's party I heard two girls say that they saw Aemond leaving with Y/n and that the two seemed very close.

Everyone looked at each other in shock after hearing this.

-That doesn't prove absolutely anything. - Nia interrupted. - They are cousins, Aemond could just be giving her a ride.

-Or giving other things. - Lion said smiling while drinking his own coffee. - And from what we know he probably loves giving her rides.

-How mean you are! - Nia grumbled while biting into a pretzel.

-It's not about being mean, it's about being realistic! - Elyrio came to his brother's defense. - There is something very wrong with those two. Even you have to admit it Nia.

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In the Targaryen mansion Alicent paced back and forth as she poked her fingers irritably. First Aemond didn't answer her and now all the calls were going straight to voicemail. She didn't want to accept it, but this could only be the work of that poisonous viper that had entangled itself with her son without her realizing it.

The phone rang and Alicent looked at it expectantly, but the name that appeared on the screen was not what she expected.

Floris.

Alicent's heart froze even more, and with slightly shaking hands she answered the phone, trying to appear calmer than she really was.

-Good morning Mrs Targaryen. - Came the gentle voice on the other end of the line.

-Hello my dear, how can I be of service?

-Do you happen to know where Aemond is? I can't talk to him and I'm already getting worried.

Alicent could feel the irritation in Floris's voice and she knew that just like her, the younger girl might also have her own suspicions.

-Aemond isn't feeling very well. In fact, he hadn't been well since yesterday, he told me he only left home yesterday so he could accompany you. - Alicent lied with a smile on her face.

-Is he at your house?

-Yes. - She confirmed it at the same moment.

-Then I'll come by and see hi…

-No my dear, I think it's better not to. - Alicent interrupted her mid-sentence. - Aemond is sleeping, I gave him some soup and medicine. You can rest assured.

-Are you sure Mrs. Targaryen?

-Absolute. - Alicent's voice left no room for disagreement, and after saying goodbye she hung up her cell phone, even more irritated if possible.

According to Oto told Alicent, Floris Baratheon's importance to Aemond was almost immeasurable if he even wanted to have a chance of succeeding Viserys as CEO of Targaryen Inc. one day. Using the possibility of uniting the two large companies would be a huge advantage over Rhaenyra since she had married and had children with Harwin Strong.

For Alicent, this wasn't as important as making her son forget about Y/n. Her main objective with this relationship was to make Aemond stop thinking about his cousin and not wanting to return to her. He was very reluctant when introduced to Floris, and only agreed to take the initiative when Oto told him it would be great for business.

But Alicent didn't see him talk about her, she didn't see him approach her, she hadn't even seen her son touch the girl for more than a minute. And she knew who was to blame for all this, even if she was miles away.

And now Y/n had been back for less than 24 hours and Aemond had disappeared from the map. Which made Alicent think the worst, her dear son could once again be involved in sinful acts with that little snake.

And after dozens of unanswered calls, an idea flashed through Alicent's head and she quickly dialed the number of the maid who cleaned Aemond and Aegon's apartment.

-Good morning Mrs. Dancil, is my son at his apartment? - She spoke in a sweet voice, but her tone quickly soured when she heard the woman saying that Aemond didn't let her pass the doorstep in the morning.

-He was alone? - She asked in an extremely irritated voice.

-I don't know ma'am, but from what I saw he had just gotten out of the shower.

Alicent hung up the phone without asking any more questions. For the seven, she would like to understand why all her children wanted to destroy their own lives before the gods and before society. Even her sweet and dear Aemond associating with that family destroyer.

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The sun was high outside and entering the room strongly, with everything that had happened Aemond even thought about closing the curtains. The phone's annoying vibration woke him from his deep sleep, and the sunlight made him wake up for good. He reached down and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket and read the name on the display.

Mom.

-mmnn. - Aemond just muttered and turned off the cell phone, throwing it on the carpet, once again lost among the discarded clothes.

When he turned to the side he could see her, naked and tangled between the sheets, her hair falling wildly over her face and shoulders, the skin on her neck with bruises forming, her cheeks still red from the slap he had delivered. She still looked so beautiful sleeping, and Aemond knew he would never see a more beautiful sight in his life than that.

He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that it was wrong and the two of them shouldn't be together. And the night before Aemond had tried to resist, he really had, but it was impossible. It was one thing for her to be miles away in Old Town, it was another for her in front of him to speak in that melodious voice while she rubbed her own body against his.

And he had missed her so much, missed the moments when he could open his eyes and find her naked body next to his. And with his eyes still full of longing, Aemond took his hand to her waist, leaving soft caresses with his fingertips, going up and down from her hips to the curve of her breasts, outlining her curves with softness and adoration.

Now away from the frenzy of pleasure he paid more attention to the necklace around Y/n's neck. She continued to wear it, even after years, Aemond ran his fingers gently over the pendant, sighing at the memories that came back. Y/n's 16th birthday, the day he gave her that necklace. The day she gave herself completely to him. Aemond could never forget that moment and what he felt that night.

-Aem? - Her sleepy voice came, making him shiver.

-Hey. - He replied with his voice still hoarse from sleep, making Y/n stretch.

She raised her arms, stretching her muscles sore after the previous night, not even bothering to cover herself from Aemond's eyes. He had seen everything there was to see in her so many times, he had no reason to hide anymore.

-Still using it. - He said looking at the pendant between her breasts.

-I never took it off. - Y/n shrugged her shoulders as she took the pendant between her fingers. -It always brought me good memories.

She looked him in the eyes and Aemond felt himself shudder as he grabbed the back of her head and placed a wet kiss on his cousin's lips. Little by little he pulled her more and more into his own lap until Y/n was straddling him while they both kissed each other deeper and deeper, to the point where they almost lost their breath.

Aemond caressed every part of her body he could get his hands on. He touched everything that belonged to him. Squeezing and caressing her soft thighs and ass, going up her waist and squeezing her full breasts, only to then move his hands up to her neck and hair. It was as if Y/n would disappear at any moment, as if she were a fever dream that he needed to enjoy as much as possible before it ended.

Y/n was the same way, it was as if Aemond was water and she had been dying of thirst for a long time. She kissed him and caressed him back with the same desire and the same hunger for affection, running her fingers around her thin waist, caressing his chest, sighing with contentment when she could finally feel him against her again. Running her nails lightly down his back just like she knew he liked, and then tangling her fingers between the long strands of silver hair.

Both were drowning in each other. There was nothing else in the world at that moment, there was no family, responsibilities, scandal, companies, rumors or names to protect. Just them and the overwhelming desire they had for each other.

Aemond gently got up from the bed as he held her tightly against himself and walked towards the bathroom.

-Shower or bathtub? - Aemond spoke against her hair.

-Bathtub. - She sighed against his neck, and Aemond placed her delicately on the bathroom counter to fill the bathtub with hot water. A

After it was almost full he helped Y/n get in and sat behind her hugging her and caressing her belly, waist and breasts.

He slowly wet her hair calmly and gently, as if her hair were strands of the most precious silk, and then slowly washed it. Y/n closed her eyes in contentment, his hands against her skin and scalp, the smell of his shampoo all over the air intoxicating her.

Aemond rinsed her hair, washing away all the foam and leaving a soft kiss on the top of her head as he sighed as he smelled his own scent now completely attached to her. Y/n turned to face him and with a mischievous and sweet smile at the same time, she gently wet Aemond's hair as he closed his eyes.

She then did the same to him, but looking him in the eyes while she did it. She washed and massaged Aemond's hair with affection and devotion, caressing the locks with all the love she could while she felt herself being consumed by his gaze. Aemond felt softened, and knew that if he hadn't been sitting down he would probably fall to the floor at that moment, her soft caresses that he had missed so much leaving him floored. Y/n smiled as she rinsed his hair, feeling the soft, damp strands against her own hand.

Aemond and Y/n bathed each other with care and gentleness. As if one and the other were made of the finest and most delicate porcelain and would break at the slightest hard touch. Their fingers soaped and rinsed each other's skin, hungry for touch, hungry for affection.

And when Aemond touched Y/n in her intimacy she sighed and fell onto his chest in anticipation. He caressed her even more gently in that area, he could feel her wetness against his own fingers, he could feel how much she wanted him. The sweet and soft noises she made made his mind spin, and with a gentle thrust he entered Y/n's interior with his own cock already hard and throbbing for her.

Y/n held onto his shoulders with her head buried in the hollow of Aemond's neck, her eyes firmly pressed as she felt him inside her once again. And taking a deep breath, she moved over him, making some of the water come out of the tub, but neither of them cared. Her movements were firm and slow while Aemond held her tightly around her waist and hips, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

The two exchanged sweet, soft kisses as they moved against each other full of longing, holding each other tightly as they lost themselves in the frenzy. As the waves of pleasure passed through the body, both movements became stronger. Y/n held him tighter, just as Aemond held her, and they both looked into each other's eyes as they panted and moaned in sweet pleasure and contentment.

Y/n came first, shuddering over Aemond as she felt a wave of pleasure cross her own body and leave all her nerve endings out of control as she collapsed onto Aemond, who came soon after, feeling her cum against his cock, pressing his eyes tightly and pulling her even closer to him in a hot, breathless hug.

The two stayed there, just hugging each other, with Aemond still inside her, both missing each other, wanting to be close to each other for as long as possible, without any barrier separating them.

The water was already cold when the two got up from the tub and walked towards the bedroom again. Aemond dried Y/n's body, admiring every little detail of her, memorizing again every spot, every mark, every line.

Y/n showed off to him without any shame, feeling comfortable under her cousin's watchful and hungry gaze like she didn't feel anywhere else in the world.

And Aemond pulled her towards him again, hugging her tightly to the point that they both felt each other's hearts beating against their chests. He caressed the sides of her body with adoration, as if he needed to make sure it was all real. And when the two let go of the hug, Aemond returned to staring at her body with that same look that was a mixture of love, passion and hunger.

-As much as I love being admired by you, I'm going to need some clothes. - She said, smiling and caressing Aemond's neck with her fingertips.

-I prefer you naked. - He smiled mischievously at her who just kissed his neck.

Aemond gave Y/n a white shirt and watched with a slight smile as she got dressed, then he put on just a pair of black sweatpants and went towards her again.

-Let's eat something? - He asked smiling at Y/n who agreed instantly with a smile.

-I haven't eaten anything since before the party. - She then extended her arms to Aemond with a pout. - My legs are weak, can you carry me?

Aemond just rolled his eyes before picking her up in his arms and lifting her off the ground with ease while Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist.

When he arrived in the kitchen, he placed her on the counter and after a quick kiss on the lips, he went towards the refrigerator, but was interrupted by the incessant ringing of his own cell phone in the room.

-Just give me a minute. - He sighed to Y/n heading towards the bedroom, returning shortly after with his cell phone in one hand and Y/n's silver heels in the other. Aemond smiled and raised his eyebrows as he placed her shoes and his, which had been thrown haphazardly around the room, together on a sideboard near the door.

-Still with an obsession for organization? - She asked, pouting, mocking him.

-Ever. - Aemond approached the counter and bit her lip as he responded, making her sigh.

He looked down at his cell phone and saw hundreds of messages and missed calls, and after that it didn't take long for the doorbell to ring and Aemond looked at the door in confusion, only to remember that the cleaning lady was coming that day.

-Shit. - He went towards the door still wearing only his sweatpants and with his damp hair falling over his shoulders.

-Good morning Mr. Targaryen. - The woman spoke as she was already entering, but Aemond stopped her from going through the door.

-Your services will not be needed today, Mrs. Dancil. - Aemond spoke in a serious voice and before the woman asked questions he continued speaking. - You can take the day off, or clean Aegon's house, whatever you think is best. The woman stared at him blankly as she tried to discreetly look into the apartment through Aemond, and then left without asking any more questions.

After telling the maid to leave, Aemond called the concierge.

-I'm not for anyone today. If anyone asks, tell them that I left for now and haven't come back yet.

Y/n watched him still sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs crossed, biting her lower lip slightly, while Aemond made another call.

-Good morning Mrs. Mayotte. - Aemond spoke in a polite voice. - Reschedule all my appointments today. Reschedule lunch with the supplier, I don't mind. Put the paperwork on Aegon's desk and say that I told him to stop being lazy and work like everyone else. You can say with these words, I guarantee your job. If anyone looks for me, tell them they don't know my whereabouts. - He hung up the phone and threw it onto the living room armchair.

-I enjoyed hearing your business voice. - She said, swinging her legs in the air, jumping off the counter and walking towards Aemond. - You'll have to talk to me like that later.

Aemond rolled his eyes and pulled her towards him by the waist, placing a tender kiss on her lips.

-I'm all yours for the rest of the day. - He murmured against her lips.

-You are always all my Aemond. -She whispered back with a smile as she slowly brushed her own lips against his.

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After exchanging soft kisses, Aemond and Y/n prepared potato rosti, their favorite food throughout their lives.

-You're doing it wrong Aem. You definitely don't add that amount of onion. - Y/n complained, pulling the knife from his hand.

-And since when did you become a culinary expert? - He raised his eyebrows as he looked at her, pouting.

-Since your parents left me five years ago in a conservatory in Old Town. - She rolled her eyes and left a kiss on his chin. - The septas force us to work. Did you know that?

-It must have been horrible. - Aemond mocked.

-ha, ha, ha, you're hilarious. -Y/n faked a laugh while pouring water into the potato pot. - You wouldn't survive two days in that conservatory, Aemond.

-And why not? - He arched his eyebrows in offense as he put the things he wouldn't need back in the fridge.

-Because you, my dear cousin, are the devil. You don't know how to exchange two words with anyone without ironizing the person in the exact way you are doing now. - She said, looking at him with her hand on her hip. - You would live trapped in some punishment.

-And what did you do? - He looked her up and down as he asked. - Since in my experience you are no angel.

-I pretended to obey. I did what they told me. The conservatory isn't that bad after all, I learned a lot of cool things and the teaching program is really good. - She spoke in a monotonous voice while stirring the pot looking away and Aemond realized that she wasn't comfortable talking about the conservatory at that moment.

-But? - Aemond asked, approaching and holding her by the waist, bringing her towards him.

-Don't be cocky. - Y/n rolled her eyes more comfortably while biting Aemond's lower lip and pulling it lightly with her teeth.

-I didn't say anything. - His ironic look said it all.

-I really missed you. - She confessed, looking at him in that way that made Aemond's heart hurt. - Not just having sex, of everything. Being able to talk and stay by your side. You're my best friend Aem, it was horrible being without you.

-I missed you too. - He said putting a lock of her hair back. - Every day.

Suddenly Y/n's gaze changed and when she looked at Aemond again the heat was gone, and now pure anger burned in its place. With the memory of why she went to Cercei Lanister's party.

-Well it wasn't what it seemed since according to all the gossip magazines in the city you should announce your engagement at any moment. - Y/n's voice was hateful when she said that, as if the words were bitter in her mouth.

-What? No! - Aemond opened his eyes wide in shock. - Me and Floris are definitely not getting engaged.

-So there is a you and Floris? - She arched her eyebrows ironically.

-Y/n I don't like Floris, my grandfather and her father think that uniting us could be good for business… - Aemond held her by the shoulders while he said this, as if he was afraid that she would evaporate into thin air, or run away .

-I know you don't like her because you love me. -Y/n's eyes burned with anger as she spoke as she pointed at herself. - But Aemond, if you let that bitch touch you…

-Y/n.. - Aemond started to speak but was immediately interrupted.

-And don't you dare lie to me! - She practically growled. - If you let her put her hands on you I will never let you touch my body again and I will kill that bitch and I will feel pleasure from it. -She held Aemond by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes as she spoke, and he could see the jealousy burning through the surface.

-You know I would never let someone else touch me. - Aemond hissed offended, as if the mere idea of ​​being touched by someone other than Y/n disgusted him. - We promised this to each other.

-I told you yesterday that I haven't slept with anyone else since you left! -Aemond placed his palms against the sides of her face as he spoke, looking into her eyes.

-No, you didn't say it! - Y/n moved a few centimeters away from him and the irritation in her voice was palpable.

-I think the fact that I came inside you in less than ten minutes in a coat closet in the middle of a party says a lot about it. - Aemond rolled his eyes and threw his head back in annoyance.

-Do you swear? - She questioned him, looking at him with that needy look that made Aemond want to move all the mountains in the world for her, and hypnotized, he approached her again before answering her. - You swear you didn’t touch her the way you touch me?

-With all my heart. - He said, carefully stroking her hair. - I was only with you, just as we promised that night.

-I'm sorry for acting crazy. - She sighed looking at her own bare feet. - But just thinking that that bitch could have put her hands on you makes me…

-I am yours. - Aemond interrupted her by placing her hand over his heart. - Only yours.

-That's just business and company stuff. My mother and grandfather think that if I marry Floris Baratheon I can be chosen as CEO in Rhaenyra's place in the future.

-Marry? - Y/n asked in disbelief and Aemond could see her eyes suddenly shine with tears. - This is what you want? - She asked, looking into his eyes, trying to get away from him again and Aemond could see the feeling of betrayal in her eyes. - Marry Floris Baratheon and become CEO?

-No! - He denied it immediately as he pulled her back towards him, surprising even himself for not caring about anything else other than making her believe him. - I want you, Y/n, only you.

– Do you swear? - She asked, but now with an irritated voice.

-I swear! - He growled against her face without excitement.

-Then end this lie, because I won't share you! - Y/n practically growled as she held Aemond's face tightly between her hands. - She's the other one and not me, she was the one who arrived later trying to steal you from me.

Aemond agreed and kissed her on the lips, he could feel the possessiveness in her kiss, the way she pulled his hair and bit his lips, pulling him more and more towards her, as if she was hungry, as if she needed to prove that he was of hers.

-Give me a week to resolve everything. - He said breathlessly with his forehead touching hers after breaking the kiss. - I promise you that within a week I will get rid of it.

-You're lucky that I love you. - She rolled her eyes and left a kiss on his chin.

After the discussion, the two decided not to talk about Floris Baratheon anymore that day, and after eating they went towards the living room and lay down together on the biggest sofa. The familiarity of it all made Aemond feel like Y/n had left for Old Town five days ago and not five years ago. At that moment nothing mattered to him, the only thing that existed was him and Y/n, how good it was to be by her side and how he wanted to stay that way forever.

-I haven't eaten this since you left. - He said, stroking Y/n's hair gently, and she just smiled and looked at him through her eyelashes, but now in a really innocent way, just love in her eyes. - It felt wrong without you here.

Y/n caressed Aemond's face and ran her hand down the long strands of hair that were now loose.

-You didn't finish telling me how things are here yesterday. - She said caressing his face. - How is Helaena? I wish I had seen her yesterday.

-She has a huge project to save the turtles in Black Water Bay. - He spoke affectionately. - Our father decided to finance it, and now no one can bring disposable objects to the beach anymore. Apart from all the supervision of the beach during breeding periods.

-That's totally like Hel. - Y/n smiled as she imagined her cousin making her dreams of caring for endangered animals come true.

-Speaking of reproduction. - Aemond said, turning to face her and Y/n smiled mischievously. - Were you serious or not last night?

-I was just teasing you. - She rolled her eyes playfully, making herself better comfortable in his lap. - I know you get all crazy and possessive about this pregnancy thing, and I like it when you get like that, I missed it. - Y/n murmured rubbing her lips against his neck.

Aemond felt a mix of relief and disappointment, he knew she was probably joking, but the idea of ​​having a part of him and her mixed together forever made his insides vibrate with joy.

-I want to have a child with you. - He said looking into her eyes and giving her a soft kiss on the lips - You know that.

-Yes, you've been saying that since we were 16 years old. - She smiled melancholic with some memories while steadied herself on his shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes. - I will give you a son, as soon as you marry me as we agreed.

-We're getting married. I promise you. - He said, squeezing her hips and smiling, that same look of pure adoration that he always had when he looked at her making Y/n's heart melt. - Nothing changed.

-I believe in you. - She kissed him softly. - And speaking of children, how is JaeJae?

-Aegon takes him to work almost every day. - Aemond rolled his eyes, laughing. - To be honest, his secretary has more work to do with Jaehaerys than with paperwork.

-He must have grown so much. - She said, leaning her head on Aemond's chest and smiling, remembering her younger cousin.

-Last week I went to get a report from Aegon's desk and he was sleeping on the couch while Jaehaerys made paper airplanes with the pages of the reports and threw them around the room. - Aemond grumbled, laughing lightly while stroking Y/n's hair.

It was a scandal when Aegon impregnated a model three years older when he was 17. Alicent almost died upon receiving the news, and then almost killed Aegon. Y/n got chills just remembering that day, Aegon running around the house with Alicent behind him throwing things and slapping wherever he could reach.

-How is your mother's mood about this? - Y/n's voice suddenly became slightly tense.

-Oddly enough, she's not so mad anymore. She only hits Aegon twice a week now, if he reduces the amount of alcohol he consumes it could be as much as one slap every Friday. - Aemond tried to lighten the mood by talking about Alicent as he felt Y/n's body become rigid with the subject.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, her aunt always scared her a little by being very strict, but nothing too serious until that terrible night five years ago. Before that, she was too focused on Aegon to fight too much with her, Aemond, Helaena or Daeron.

-What about Daeron?

-She's still in denial, but she stopped threatening to send him to Old Town with you.

Y/n rolled her eyes, Daeron was gay and Alicent was a crazy, controlling mother who followed the faith of the seven diligently. A combination that would hardly go well.

-First of all, this is archaic, secondly, why was I the only one who ended up in old town? - She looked at him indignantly, making Aemond laugh. - You fucked me, Daeron is Gay, Aegon is Aegon. Why was I the only one who ended up in Old town? That's not fair!

-My mother got it into her head that you are a poisonous viper sent by your father to destroy her children. - Aemond said while looking at the ceiling.

-Why is everything that goes wrong in this family always blamed on my father? -Y/n questioned indignantly, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain knowing that was what her aunt thought of her.

-Because your father is your father. He's completely crazy, you can blame hundreds of things on him if you try hard enough. - Aemond stated, rubbing his nose against her neck as he smelled his own scent mixed with hers.

-And Rhaenyra? - Y/n changed her focus when remembering her cousin.

-If we are going to talk about my older sister I will need to call a family therapist. - He spoke in a monotonous voice against her neck and Y/n laughed in a nasal way.

-Rhaenyra isn't that bad. She would bring chocolate every time she came to visit. - Y/n smiled at the memory, the expensive chocolates that her old cousinbrought always caused fights between her and the other cousins, everyone always wanted to choose first, but she and Aemond always shared theirs. And like a frenzy, Y/n's eyes lit up with an idea.

-Let's have hot cocoa. - She said suddenly excited and Aemond arched his eyebrow looking at the radiant summer sun that came through the window.

-It must be about 30 degrees outside.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she got up and walked towards the thermostat, lowering the air conditioning temperature even further, making Aemond laugh slightly as he laid his head on the back of the sofa.

-Okay, now we will have a pleasant 15° degrees of autumn for a hot cocoa. - She smiled at him, already going towards the kitchen to prepare the hot chocolate while Aemond went towards the bedroom without warning.

When Y/n lifted her head again she saw in his hands a worn navy blue blanket with silver embroidery and couldn't help but give a bright smile as she felt his eyes handling it.

-I can't believe you kept that.

-It's the hot cocoa blanket. - Aemond shrugged smiling and Y/n kissed his cheek as she was flooded with memories. Shortly after Y/n moved in with her aunt and uncle, they went to Driftmark for a weekend to visit Rhaenys, the place was beautiful, but it was cold like Y/n had never felt before. Y/n always thought Rhaenys looked like a hawk, had a smart look and didn't miss anything, but after that weekend she discovered that the woman could be very sweet and affectionate too.

Especially when she covered Y/n and Aemond with that same blanket and made two large cups of hot chocolate for them. And when they left she said they could take the blanket since it was very cold and they both liked it so much.

From then on, the two always drank hot cocoa together when the weather got cold, and they always did it under that blanket that was now old and worn out.

After the chocolate was ready the two sat back down on the sofa covering themselves while they enjoyed the hot drink and smiled at each other, both exchanged soft and warm kisses while caressing each other affectionately.

-I missed you. - Aemond whispered while rubbing his nose against hers, warming Y/n's heart, after they both finished the chocolate.

-I'm never leaving again. - She promised rubbing his nose back. - I promise.

The two were snuggled under the blanket, with Y/n still on top of Aemond as he slowly stroked her scalp as he knew it made her soften.

-How it was? - Aemond finally gained enough courage to ask in a melancholy voice, but almost in a whisper. - Your time in Old town? Do you want to talk about it?

-I hope I never have to go back there again. - She sighed, placing her hand on Aemond's chest. - I learned a lot of things at the conservatory, the teaching schedule there is incredible. - She spoke as if she needed to justify this part so it wouldn't seem so bad.

-But the rest was terrible, we are not allowed to access the Internet in the conservatory, so no chance of any attempt to contact us. -Her voice sounded sad as she played with her fingers looking down. - No movies or series. And books only those pre-approved by the septas.

Aemond arched his eyebrow, sighing and pulling her closer to him. Y/n always loved watching TV more than anyone he knew, to the point where he knew the programming of his favorite channels by heart when they were younger.

-The diet was also very restricted, only healthy foods from a menu prepared by a nutritionist and pre-approved by the septas. No cookies, chocolates, soda and things like that. - She continued speaking and Aemond felt his heart ache when he saw y/n with her shoulders slumped and a sad look on her face.

-I really missed chocolate. - She gave a slight smile, but still with a sad look.

-We'll buy all the chocolate you want as soon as we leave the house. -He spoke seriously, looking at her, making Y/n smile softly as she laid her head again on his chest.

-There are so many rules that I think in five years I haven't memorized them all. - She rolled her eyes. - In the first few days I fought back, didn't obey and thought I was going to get out of there. But it got easier when I just started pretending to obey. - Y/n sighed against Aemond's chest, hugging him. -At least they didn't give me excessive work as punishment anymore.

-They wanted me to stay, take the oaths and become a septa. - Y/n lifted her head from Aemond's chest and looked into his eyes. - But I could never do such a thing. Not when I thought about you every day and the moment when I would be of age and could return.

He gently pulled her by the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair and kissed her with love and sweetness letting out a sigh when they separated.

Aemond's heart hurt hearing Y/n say all those things, knowing what she had to endure to be there again, his beautiful girl deserved much more than being trapped in a place like that. And Aemond promised himself that he would never let anyone take her away from him again.

-There wasn't a day that went by that my heart didn't burn and cry out for your presence. - He stroked her cheeks lovingly using his fingertips. - You are like a sparkle of love and joy in my life.

The smile that appeared on Y/n's lips when she heard him say those words almost took his breath away, and he knew that no one would ever make him feel that same feeling.

Y/n was like a vice for Aemond. And away from the exhibition he managed, at least for a while, to pretend to everyone around him that he wasn't completely and utterly addicted to it. And now entangled with his cousin again, he knew there would be no second chance. His body and mind had already been exposed again, and he was too high on her to make any decision other than being together forever.

He had made his choice when he took her home again and ran away from all obligations just to be there, with her body pressed against his, and Aemond knew that this time he would be strong enough, he wouldn't let anyone separate them.

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Spatort memes for spatort week. If any of these have been done before oops... spatort girly (gender neutral) hive mind at work...

This is the pia centeic post (there will be mutiple) bc I love her...

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I made myself emotional on these two:

I love her and her sportjacken so much...

I love pia she's so silly... I couldn't decide if I wanted adam to side eye esther or esther to side eye adam...

Nach müde kommt doof Repräsentation... not that pia is stupid, but girly needs sleep...

Pia being told she needs to sleep by literally everybody:

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@dewintering SAME! It was the intended effect hehehehe

during the course of gathering these clips I got really into Pia's performance ahshfhj... it's a bit of a meme among some of my friends that I only care about the todolf parts of elisabeth but actually if that was the case i've been converted now... pia's sisi is so amazing, you can really see the Depths of character work being done through the story and her pain and her strength in the face of it are Tangible in a really unique way

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In Sickness And In Health

Summary:

Copia gets sick from a bad batch of blood and Sarah makes sure to take care of him. Copia makes sure to return the favor when Sarah comes down with an illness.

A/N: I just love them, your honor. 🥰

Paring: Cardinal Copia [Dracopia] X OC [Sarah]

Words: 2.3k

Tags: Established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, sickfic, hurt/comfort, blood drinking, very mild cardiophilia in one part, discussions of their future

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Friday night, this month, marks a routine occasion: a re-stock of blood for him when he needs to feed, as if he hasn't indulged in his beloved Sarah as well in-between refills. He thanked the delivery ghoul and took Sarah into his arms, playfully dancing them around the kitchen before they sat down.

"Dinner is served, amore mio. Sit down, I'll make your plate." Copia kissed her temple and let her go with a smile.

It's nothing fancy, leftover pizza from a small diner they visited last night. He'd gussied up the re-heated slices for her while they waited for the blood delivery. As they ate, Copia "popped open" a bag to drink while she consumed the slices, occasionally extending the piece over for him to take a bite.

"Do you ever crave a particular type?" Sarah muses, gesturing to his goblet.

He thinks it over, swirling it around for a few seconds. "Sometimes.”

"What does this one taste like?"

Copia takes a sip, shrugging. "It's fine. There’s a slightly different aftertaste with this one. B- can be finicky."

Sarah chuckles. "Well, I hope you can find a way to be positive about it."

He smiles fondly across the table, bubbles of laughter coming between them. "You're clever, cara mia. Have I said that love that about you?"

She preens, smiling wide with a blush. Sarah gets up to clean her plate and Copia moves to the fridge to grab desert: homemade tiramisu from the skilled Secondo. He cuts a slice for them to share and they dig in, humming.

"This is so delicious! I can't believe it's been so long since our first date that we've had it again." Sarah practically moans as she closes her eyes to savor the taste, distracting Copia from his thoughts.

"I'll, uh," he clears his throat. "I'll tell him you liked it."

Sarah nods. "Please. Send my complements to the chef." She hums, dramatically moaning again at how delicious the next bite is. The delectable desert goes over well, too well for Copia, and her reaction has him fidgeting in his seat.

Loud gulps from Copia break Sarah out of her sweet trance and she looks up to find him, goblet bottoms-up, rapidly drinking his dinner. He finishes by leaning his head way back then straightening up, slamming his cup to the table.

He sighs gravely. "That was good." Copia licks his tongue, grimacing at a slightly funky aftertaste.

"Be careful, my love, you don't want a stomach ache."

Copia waves his hand. "I'm not going to get sick, Sarah. Don't worry about it.”

The two settle into bed at the end of the night, both feeling a bit drowsy now that their stomachs are full. When he drinks blood, he gets the same feeling regular people do of getting sleepy after eating a great meal. Sarah once teased him about it, pointing out his dopey, smiley face after Copia had come up from her neck one night. He curled up to her, slowly moving his arm and leg over her body to snuggle into her, quickly falling asleep after she was cleaned and bandaged.

Presently, he’s doing the same, pulling her to him as he spoons from behind. There’s the occasional sniffle and Sarah chuckles.

“What’s going on, my love?”

He grumbles. “The room must be dusty.”

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Copia snuggles into Sarah as she slowly wakes up from her sleep. He nuzzles his face into her chest, humming as he lies on top of her, mumbling a raspy “good morning”.

She brushes her fingers through his hair in bliss. It’s the weekend so she gets to sleep in, allowed to bask in this moment and not have to force her way out of the bed. “G’mrnin’ ‘pia.” She manages, no energy available to enunciate yet. The comforting weight of Copia over Sarah’s body has her nearly sinking back into sleep.

He stirs, rising on one arm while his free hand moves to caress the side of her face. Copia’s thumb lightly rubs over her cheek when her eyes open to look up at him. “How did you sleep, dolcezza?”

Sarah yawns, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Like the dead.” She stretches.

Copia laughs softly, leaning down to press the first kiss of many for the day to her lips. “That’s good to heaatchoo!”

Sarah winces, scrunching up her face as the impromptu sneeze from Copia lands right on her. “Copia?” She looks up at him and he sniffles, confused.

He leans away from her, moving to rest on his back. Another sneeze escapes him and Sarah scootches away a few inches. “This is new,” Copia says plainly. His muscles ache and he feels weaker than usual.

“Are you sick? Is that possible?”

Apparently, it is. Sarah made a call to the ministry clinic soon after his symptoms started and they confirmed the blood he drank recently. A sibling who donated ended up coming back this morning with a cold and it wasn’t caught in time to get the blood bag back from Copia’s delivery yesterday. He’d just so happened to have chosen that particular one last night to drink.

She sits by him as he lies in bed, running her finger softly over Copia’s face as he lies on his back in a daze. “The nurse said you should process it all in about three days but today is going to feel like the worst.”

He scoffs, sniffling once more. “I haven’t been sick since before I was turned! Normally I can tell by the smell or the taste but I must’ve been distracted.” Copia looks up at her.

“Oh? You’re blaming me for ending your centuries long iron man streak of not getting sick?” Sarah playfully raises an eyebrow.

“Of course not!” he grumbles, sitting up. “But you were moaning very nicely during desert last night and I may have chugged my glass of blood to distract myself from it.”

Sarah rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Is there anything I can get you, my love?” She brushes her fingers through his hair and he briefly closes his eyes with a soft hum. “Snacks? A juice box? Hot or cold compress? Help to the couch?”

Copia shifts and Sarah stands from the bed. “I think I can walk all by myself to the cou-whoa!” He stands, immediately hit with a wave of vertigo. His body sways, trying desperately to stay still and upright, rapidly blinking as he attempts to get his bearings while on his feet. The gentle hold of Sarah around his waist helps to ground him. “Could you, ah, help me to the couch actually?”

“My pleasure, Copia.”

The both hobble out of his bedroom, wrapped around each other as they slowly make it to the living room. Copia falls to the couch with a groan and a shiver. “Could you text Secondo if he has some soup?”

“You want me to just text a Papa? I don’t even have his number!” Sarah chuckles nervously.

She then texts Amelia to ask Terzo if he can text Secondo for soup.

He does!

Sarah thanks everyone and goes to his quarters to retrieve it along with a few other sick day remedies from the clinic. When she gets back to their apartment, Copia is now laying outstretched on the couch, bundled under two layers of blankets pulled up to his chin with a leg sticking out for temperature control. An old, familiar movie he doesn’t have to pay attention to plays out from his boxy TV as he stares into an imaginary void in front of him.

“How are you feeling, my love?” Sarah softly asks as she approaches him, crouching down to face Copia. She holds the back of her hand over his forehead.  

“I’m dying, amore mio,” Copia groans.

“Happy to see we aren’t in hysterics anymore.”

“I’m wasting away.”

Sarah stands, walking over to her groceries. “You have an upper respiratory infection.”

Copia sneezes, grabbing another tissue from box number two of the day, discarding it into a plastic grocery store bag. “Thank you for getting Secondo’s soup, dolcezza,” he quietly croaks from the couch. “Grazie.”

“Do you want it now?” She looks back to him, pitiful under the blankets, and frowns.

He shakes his head, pulling the covers back. “Would you lay down with me? I think holding you would make me feel better.” He looks at Sarah with the wettest puppy dog eyes she’s ever seen.

Her head tilts to the side and she leans into the counter. “How can I resist that face?”

Copia smiles and tries to back into the cushions as much as he can to make room. He excitedly pats the free space, grinning wider as Sarah gets closer to the couch. She lays down on her side in front of him and Copia immediately wraps an arm around Sarah’s waist, pulling her closer to him. He breathes as best he can into her hair, trying so hard to smell her shampoo to center his mind.

“Is this good?” Sarah asks.

Copia hums, nodding his head into her. “Perfect, amore mio.”

◊◊◊◊◊

The next day is much smoother as most of his symptoms lessened through the night. Copia actually slept the entire night, never moving as he held Sarah in his arms.

“I know you wanted to do something more exciting this weekend, amore mio. So, thank you for taking care of me.” Copia mumbles into her neck. He’s cuddled into Sarah on the couch, one of their countless movies play and he’s not paying attention as he naps on top of her, using her body as a pillow. The steady sound of her beating heart, now one of his favorite songs, helps to keep him lulled into a relaxed mindset under her care. The melody of her love for him helps to soothe his aches and pains.

Sarah cards her fingers through his hair and she thinks he might actually be purring. “In sickness and in health, right?”

Copia makes a confused humming sound and angles his head to look up at her. She’s smiling down, continuing her gentle brushing through his hair. “Do you intend to make an honest man out of me one day, dolcezza?”

“I just might.” Sarah giggles, stopping her soft brushing briefly to boop Copia’s nose before going back to his hair.

He stares longingly at her lips, biting his own as he wonders. “Do you think it’s safe to kiss?”

She weighs the options, looking off into the distance as she thinks. “Oh, what the hell!”

They lean in towards each other, sighing as their lips touch for the first time in a day. It feels like an eternity has passed since they could, though. Copia’s lips are slightly chapped but Sarah doesn’t mind. All she cares is that they’re finally sharing the feeling of the way they show their affection that she’d missed. The clinic warned against any close contact while he processes his illness but if she’s going to get anything from him, it’s probably too late to try preventing the spread.

Copia pulls back and Sarah follows his lips before settling in her spot on the couch. “You know, the turning ritual could also become a marriage ceremony.” He settles back down onto her chest, nuzzling his face into her neck once again.

“Ah! Two birds, one stone.”

“Would you want that?” Copia asks, voice muffled a bit.

Sarah smiles, running her hand up and down his back. “I already love you enough to turn into a vampire so we can be together for eternity, right?” Copia nods below. “I think it would be wonderful, my love. What better way to celebrate my future eternal life by demonstrating it will be from an eternal, devoted love between us?”

He grins into her neck and they both hold each other tighter. “Ti amo, Sarah.”

She leans down to press a kiss to his head, whispering, “Ti amo anch'io, Copia”

◊◊◊◊◊

Day three of Copia’s mini affliction has arrived and he wakes up finally being able to breathe through his nostrils. He smiles, closing his eyes in satisfaction while being able to inhale the scent of Sarah’s presence without sniffling. Copia turns his head, looking over to her as she sleeps on her side facing him. She’s so peaceful in her slumber and he leans over to press a kiss to the tip of her nose.

Sarah stirs shortly after, turning with a huff onto her back. “Did you kiss my nose earlier?” She asks, eyes still closed but her nostrils flair slightly.

“And what if I did?” Copia teases.

Sarah opens her eyes finally, greeted by a grinning vampire. “Feeling better?”

“A million times better, amore mio.”

She nods, sighing into the air. “That’s wonderful. I feel like garbage.” Sarah sniffles.

Copia leans over, leaning to press a kiss to her lips to start the day. “How bad are you, amore mioh no.”

Sarah sneezes into his face and he scrunches up as the impact takes him by surprise. “I’m, ah, so sorry.”

“No, no, this might as well happen.” He nods, moving to lay back.

Sarah calls off work and Copia spends the next few days helping nurse her back to health with leftovers of Secondo’s soup, returning the same love she gave him. Her aching body feels bearable when the gentle touch of Copia’s hands run over her body in the warm bath they share. Sarah’s back leans into his chest after he rubs her shoulders, lowering to massage her arms then legs. Relaxing oils were poured into the water as he ran the bath for them.

She just barely mumbles a sleepy “thank you” as his hands move around Sarah’s muscles.

“In sickness and in health, right, amore mio?” Copia smiles, whispering to her ear as Sarah drifts off.

She hums, floating in his affectionate embrace and smiling when he presses a soft kiss to her neck, keeping his lips on her skin.

Sarah rises a hand from the water, grabbing Copia’s and placing it over her heart. She squeezes his hand and grins, responding back, “Forever, my love.”

He presses one more kiss to her neck, responding, “Forever.”

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Notes for my first rewatch of Das Ende der Nacht (Spatort 6):

Prepare for a mixed mess of english and german notes.

Knowing the end, the ABBA opening lowkey hits different

Musste schon einmal zurückspulen weil ich was zum fliegendes Klassenzimmer Soundtrack gegoogelt hab 🙈

What's our theory? Was Pia on these pills the whole time or is that a recent development?

Oh the Speck comment. Urgs

Ah Leo jogging. I missed that yesterday. Only saw the gifs

Warum is eigentlich Adam da, der grad noch am Pool geschlafen hat & Leo der grad noch in anderem Outfit joggen war. Aber Esther die vollständig angezogen out ans about war und meinte sie würd gleich hinkommen fehlt

Love Leo worrying about Pia

So I ask again why did Esther go to the Präsidium und nich zum Tatort?

Tbh ich wär sowohl Adam als auch der Befragte. Ich würd auch so rumklappern, es würd mich aber auch so irre machen wenn jmd vor mir so rumklappert

"Es ist noch nich mal 12, Schürk" - nur weil er schon Mittag isst? Mach ich auf Arbeit auch manchmal früher, wenn das ist wann ich Zeit dafür hab

Dass Pia einfach so ihre Pillen da zum finden rumliegen lässt. Ja in ihrer Tasche aber die is offen und steht da einfach so rum

"Niemand kommt ohne Grund nach Saarbrücken"

Leo's soft "Esther" says so much tbh

Dass AfC11's Staatsanwältin Schrankmann nur so ne Minirolle hier hat is schon n bissl wild to me

Pias Gesichtsausdruck als Adam sagt er hätt aufgehört zu rauchen XD

"Gib mal her" ... mir fällt grad erst auf dass Adam sie hier duzt bevor er ihr die Zigarette dreht

Und dann siezt er sie wieder im Verhör

Die Adam-Heide Szene is schon echt heavy

Adam am snacken. Ich bekomm hunger

Das aufteilen der Fälle zwischen Adam und Pia erinnert schon an die DfL Hörk Nachtschicht

Ja ne ich wär nich in den Brunnen gegangen. No way

Lol die beiden gucken sich lang an und ich starr die ganze Zeit auf Adam's Hinterkopf weil ich seine Haare/Frisur da voll mag 😅

Oh wait die hatten GlüwürmchenGummitiere 🤤

Adams slightly erwartungsvoller Blick zu Leo, als Esther die WG vorschlägt. Poor boy

Yeah Esther and the french cop are so gay

Jetzt essen Esther und Leo. Ich mag auch

Leo worrying about Adam my beloved. The little run, the 'Adam', the "Geht es dir gut?" and the soft 'Hey'. Etc etc. Gold.

"Hast du eine für mich?" Und steckt sich direkt noch ne zweite hinters Ohr

Ah das starring at each other Telefonat.

Woher weiß Leo das jetzt eigentlich mit dem Aufhören...?

Ich hab gestern iwie null mitbekommen, dass die da besprochen haben, dass Adam dem Typ folgen soll 😅

Whooo boy das "wir" war echt leise

Children hugging aww

Nich jeder hat das gleiche in seiner Bauch-Beine-Po-Tasche wie du, Adam

Ich brauch mehr hugs zwischen den Kommissaren wie die zwischen Leo und Esther

Ahh er is gegen dieses Metallteil gefallen. Jetzt ergibt das auch Sinn, dass er tot is

Iwie wärs schon witziger gewesen wenn sie Esther entführt hätten und die die ganze Zeit denken sie würden nich verstanden werden wenn sie französisch reden, aber surprise surprise

"Wenn du Glück hast gehen wir morgen getrennte Wege und keinem ist etwas passiert" ... well considering the rest of the ep. I'd say she wasn't lucky

"Warum klappts diesmal nicht?" ... weil trotz der schlechten Polizeiarbeit das Team es irgendwie schafft richtige Ergebnisse zu erzielen 😆

Das Mutter-Tochter Gespräch is schon echt langweilig, weil viel zu lang. Aber alles für den 'lieber in freiheit sterben' set up am schluss i guess. Idk i'm a bit bored by these two

Well sie hat ja gesagt sie kann gut schießen

"Geglaubt wird nur in der Kirche" hatte ich vor gestern auch lange nicht mehr gehört

"Wenn man etwas liebt dann kommt man zurück" - ja hat Heide vorhin schon gesagt, aber der fact das sich das Adam direkt so eingeprägt hat dass ers zu Leo repeatet... wohl zum denken angeregt worden, huh...

Zeit fürs Adam und Leo Gespräch während Adam fremden Spargel ausm Glas snackt

"Ich hab scheiße gebaut" - "Aber ich hab dich nicht davon abgehalten"

Ob Adam wohl über dieses Gespräch nachdenkt nach... well... dem Ende you know

Der Standort den sie haben is in Frankreich. Esther informiert die Kollegen. In Frankreich. Und trotzdem sind Leo und Adam zuerst da?

Ah da sind die Franzosen

Der Showdown im Bunker fesselt mich schon immer soweit, dass ich mir nich wirklich Notizen mache (..n will) weil ich mich auf den screen konzentrier

Das Klavier money money money bit kriegt mich schon echt

Man dieser Blick von Adam. Guys.

Fazit nach zweitem watch: ich glaub ich würd immernoch sagen, dass es mein least fave is. Es hätte mehr Hörk gebraucht um wie langweilig ich teils den Fall fand wieder anzuheben. Aber ich fand das Gesamtpaket jetzt auch nich schlecht, nur halt least fave I guess