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UPVC Windows Installations â Making Your Property Winter-Ready
The swiftly approaching winter season is a sign that property owners should gear up to face chilling cold winds and harsh winters for a long time. In these situations, uPVC windows offered by windows suppliers in Sydney can be beneficial. They allow us to keep the interiors warmer and eliminate the need for artificial heating solutions. Apart from keeping the interiors warmer, they also enhance the level of security and not to mention, add value to any property. Let us understand how double-glazed uPVC windows work.
How Does Double Glazing Work?
Double glazing is a combination of two glass panes fitted in a single frame by window manufacturers. While installing these two panes, they keep a slight gap between them and often leave it vacuum or fill it with dense gases. These dense gases, along with the glass panes, block thermal energy from transferring. Remember, glass is a good conductor of heat and a poor insulator. In other words, heat can easily pass through the glass, and science tells us that heat will always try to eliminate cold quickly. This means that since it's warm inside and cool outside, the heat from inside will try to move out to warm the area.Â
You can stop this heat transfer with uPVC double-glazed window installations. They trim down the speed of heat transfer or stop it completely to keep interiors warmer in the winter season. During the summer, the insulating effect works opposite to keep excessive heat out of the property and keeping interiors cool.
The Frames
Double glazing works best when high-quality uPVC window installations are present, and this means the frame should be made from uPVC or unplasticized polyvinyl chloride. UPVC is a combination of 57% chlorine and 43% ethylene, and the result is an incredibly lightweight material. Windows suppliers in Sydney and window manufacturers use uPVC for window installations due to its lightweight nature, cost-effective availability, high-performance delivery, etc. According to top window manufacturers, uPVC is ideally suited for the harsh Australian climate and has several advantages over other materials.
The first advantage is that it is exceptionally low maintenance and a very economically available material.
UPVC windows installations will not degrade as quickly as wooden or aluminium windows.
With proper care and maintenance, uPVC windows installations offered by windows suppliers in Sydney can last up to three decades.
Proper care and maintenance include wiping away the entire frame with a cloth to remove dirt, dust, and dust.
UPVC windows installations will have a natural resistance against weather and water.
With this material used in window installations, you can be assured of a long-lasting solution for your property.
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Update on the pc issues: the Mainboard is dead! Everything else still works, so that is great!!
#Bad news#My windows is fucked!#So I'm guessing that installing the Mainboard myself would be a pain in the ass!!!#Uuuuuugh#I'm heading over there to see what their offer is and we'll proceed from there#The guy was already starting with âoh it's best to just redo everything and I'm like mijito#I know my way around computers and how much components cost#So we'll see#I'll keep y'all updated
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happy almost birthday :o)
:) thank you!!! there's gonna be a bounce castle at my birthday party and every body is invited
#ask#catboygirljoker#ough.... the passage of time marches on.#on that tuesday i will be 25. fucked up.#i dont really do much for my birthdays honestly. besides my mom taking me out to a restaraunt to eat.#on the day of i just get a good pizza and thats enough for me#a friend did recently offer to get me a desktop computer. and the tower has been here since thursday.#im currently waiting on the monitor. which should arrive in a few days.#im. really bad at accepting gifts. that said. even after having accepted this one im still experiencing grief#the computers an older model. but it runs on windows 10.#im. internally scared to think about what it can and cant run. i even dread thinking about even finding out.#like. ohhhh how id love to play animal crossing city folk again... or even minecraft...#but im doing. my best. to keep my expectations low.#i really hope it runs emulators (gamcube/wii/ps2 era ones) well. i need to play dbz budokai again i need to look at zarbons model again#the monitor is 1080p. which i dont think ive ever had a monitor that high res.#ik that TF2 probably wont run the best. but i hope sourcemods run fine.#ill have to do so much re-installing of things....... ogh.....#it doesnt have a wifi chip so i think temporarily ill have to use a usb to connect to the internet.#which i can live with. ik theyre not as powerful but its fine. maybe at some point ill get a wifi card.#though. i dread the thought <- had internal ptsd thinking about touching anything within a computer again#tldr. had a good laptop. screen went dark one day. was told it was probably the cmos battery.#tried to do repairs myself. ooggh..... the horrible memories....#ik adding a wifi chip is incredibly easy. but that doesnt mean im not scared#anyway :) thank you for the soon birthday wishes
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someone was recommending an app for android and i asked if there was an ios equivalent and got the whole âapple sucks, just get an androidâ likeâŠâŠ.buddy where am i getting this new phone from? are YOU gonna buy it for me? iâve had one phone in my life that wasnât second hand and that was my first flip phone. if my current phone died right now, i just wouldnât have a phone until someone i know got a new one and was nice enough to give me their old one. are you expecting me to just turn down their offers until someone just gives me an android?
#i donât get annoyed about it too often but my current phone is possibly the worst phone iâve ever had#so like. iâm not just sitting here thinking hard about what phone to get next. i will take what i can get.#same with laptops. i havenât had one in nearly two years and if someone offered me a mac iâd take it in an instant#no matter how much iâd prefer windows#like maybe consider that your phone-shopping experiences arenât universal. iâd you donât know an ios equivalent just say that#personal#sorry iâve just had so many people criticise my phone recently with the whole tone of âget a new oneâ and itâs getting to me#iâve started just straight-up asking if theyâll buy me one to try to get the point across#but on this topic. hey does anyone have a phone or laptop theyâre willing to give away đ#kinda annoyed at my sister who said the other week that she might get a new phone and could give me her old one#and a few days later i asked what kinda timeframe that would be and she got mad at me for being pushy about it#like âi was just considering it you canât just expect itâ like wtf i was just asking. if itâs not gonna be soon just say itâs not soon yeesh#idk im just getting overwhelmed and annoyed at people being so presumptive and also demanding of what i should do#my phone has about 4gb of space i can actually use so i have to spend half my time swapping which apps i have installed#and i donât have a laptop so itâs literally my only portable device of that kind#DO YOU THINK THIS IS A CHOICE THAT I HAVE MADE?#like can you think for maybe 2 seconds about why someone might have a phone that sucks#âwhy dont you justââ MONEY. the answer is MONEY. why tf do you think i âdont justâ#anyway. tips are enabled and iâm pretty sure my pypl is ashtonlove
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oooo we installing
#took a while because i had to find the previous version of a certain disk burner since the up to date one doesnt work on windows 10#then i had to find out you have to repeatedly mash two buttons to open the bios#but we are here and so far the cinnamon ui is so cute#my second monitor flashes when i dont have any windows open on the main monitor#but we can fix that once its installed. i probably have to update the graphics driver or something#i love that theres this little trial before you install to get to know the ui and see what os specific apps they offer#no regrets so far
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Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.đ
For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense.Â
The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.
Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him â the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.
Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.
But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way. Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.
He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.
Never like this.
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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.â€ïž
Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself â the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.đ
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Taste | 18+
ă pairing:Â c.san x f!reader
ă genre:Â fluff, smut, angst if you squint really hard
ă warnings:Â friendâs brother!san, female reader, general silliness, stubborn reader, san loves to tease, hes a sweetie too ofc, smut, piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, pet names (angel, baby, etc.), coworkers, san bites reader one (1) time, barely proofread, unprotected, lmk if i missed any
ă wc:Â 5.2k
ă hello! i am back from the dead with my second fic and second installment in the senses series. i do apologize that this took so long, but i do plan on releasing more stuff soon-ish. i'm working on a longer series, so who knows what'll hapen lol. also! i am cross posting on ao3 now. the user is femdoms, so check it out if you are interested. finally, i just want to say thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy this!
 âGod, I really canât stand you, San! Stop following me, pervert!â
âYeah, whatever, just get in so we can talk,â he yells to you with his arm hanging out the window of his car, an annoyed, yet amused smirk covering his face.
âNo way!â You yell over your shoulder, too embarrassed to face him both physically and figuratively.Â
Really, how could you? Not after you found him with your diary in his hands, reading it like it was his favorite novel. At first, you tried to convince yourself that he didnât see those pages, but the blush on his cheeks told you otherwise.Â
And thatâs why youâre here: running away from San in the middle of the night.
âIâll make you a milkshake,â San coos from the car, causing you to turn your head in interest, âYou know you love âem,â he offers, as if youâre a dog and heâs holding a treat in front of your face.Â
And god damn it, it works.
âFine, but Iâm not talking to you until I get one,â you say, opening the car door and climbing in.
âYouâre talking to me now,â he quips, earning a look from you that he thinks wouldâve killed him if it had the ability.
âAlright, tough crowd,â he murmurs to himself with a dry laugh, hoping to earn a giggle- or at least a smile- from you, but to no avail.
The whole situation was so embarrassing. And degrading, and stupid, and embarrassing-
âStop thinking so much,â he swats at your arm playfully, noticing the clear look of discomfort and sheer, unabashed embarrassment on your face, âyou donât even know what I have to say yet.âÂ
You answer him with a small hum, deciding against giving him a verbal response, because no matter how much youâd like to curl up in a hole and die, youâre still as stubborn as the day San met you.Â
You officially met him the first day you worked at the diner. Your best friendâs family had owned it since the old owners left, leaving the significantly smaller family of four looking for new employees. College debt had already begun sneaking its way into the back of your mind, and Eunbi needed to work with someone other than her nagging parents or annoying older brother. It was the perfect opportunity for you.
âCâmon! Just try it!â The boy working with you begged.
âI already told you, I have trauma with milkshakes!â
San laughed to himself, trying to hide the amusement evident on his face.
âLook, Iâm sorry you found a hair in your milkshake however long ago, but I can assure you that my milkshake is hairless,â he held his little finger up to you, âpinky promise.â
Rolling your eyes, you locked your pinky with his. Your hands lingered together for a moment too long, until San pulled his away to push the drink closer to you.
âSan, you know, Iâm not really a huge fan of chocolate-âÂ
âDidnât you and Eunbi make chocolate cupcakes for your birthday though?â
You freeze, cheeks heating up at his question, unsure if it was the fact that heâd caught you in a lie or that he knew and remembered what you and Eunbi had done for your birthday bringing the blush to your face. Attempting to hide your embarrassment, you shot him a small smirk, gently pursing your lips.
ââGotcha there, honey.â
Ever since that day, San always had a milkshake waiting for you at the end of each shift. And maybe it was that kindness that made you blush, or maybe it was the fact that his eyes smiled along with his lips every time he greeted you. It couldâve been the way he always knew how to make you giggle, but whatever it was, it was clear that youâd fallen for San.
Which is weird. Weird because heâs older than you, heâs your coworker, heâs out of your league, and worst of all: heâs Eunbiâs brother.
Really? How cliche is that? Itâs not even like you could tell Eunbi about it. That wouldâve made everything so much worse. Itâs embarrassing enough to be so head over heels for a guy who just sees you as his little sisterâs best friend, but to have people know about it too? Thereâd be no coming back from that.
And thatâs exactly why you decided to start keeping a diary, or mindful journaling as you called it. That sounded better than keeping a diary.
You originally started it to confess some of your feelings about San. You wrote how embarrassed you were to have a crush on him. You wrote about the milkshakes he made you and the times he defended you against angry customers. You wrote about how stressed you felt about life in general. Your worries, your fears, the moments of your days that you wanted to forget, but your mind wouldnât let you. You wrote about anything you couldnât confess to another person.Â
On particularly late nights full of hopeless pining and horny desperation, youâd write about your fantasies, some involving random celebrities or TV characters, but most involving San.Â
It was nothing too in depth, it was more about how much you wanted just a taste of him. You knew you could never have him for good, but if you could just feel his strong arms around you or his lips on your skin just once, maybe thatâd be good enough. Just a little taste. It felt dirty thinking about him in that sort of way, but who would see it anyways?Â
Little did you know, San himself would.
It had slipped out of your bag. And being the kind, and relatively organized coworker he is, San picked it up to put it back in your bag for you. The way it landed on the floor, though, left it open on its spine with its pages just begging to be read.Â
He wasnât going to read it. That would be an invasion of privacy, and San wasnât that kind of guy. He wouldnât do that.
But when he picked it up, he couldnât help but notice his name on the page. And unfortunately, as it does most of us, curiosity got the best of him.Â
San tried to stop himself, he really did. But, knowing just how eager you were for him put his head in a spin. He just couldn't help but picture you underneath him, with that adorable blush and shy smile that only appears when he starts teasing you. He wanted so badly to hear how you whimper, to feel how warm you are, to see how sweet you taste. He had a feeling you liked him, but he never would've guessed you reciprocated the feeling so strongly.
He saw this as more of an opportunity for you two. He wasnât going to tell you what heâd seen; heâd just confess to you one night. And maybe itâd have to be secret for a bit, but eventually you could be his, and he wanted nothing more than that.
No big deal.
But, as soon as he heard a small gasp from the doorway and looked up to see your eyes welling with tears, he knew that plan was well fucked.Â
San always thought you were pretty. From the moment Eunbi first brought you over, he couldnât help but notice your expressive eyes and beautiful hair. But what he liked most was that shining smile you had. And seeing that heâd wiped it from your face as soon as you walked in, he just had to chase you.
And so, as you sat across from him in a booth in the dimly lit diner, he studied your face: the embarrassed blush and sweaty gleam sheening your forehead, your pouty lips wrapped around the straw of a chocolate milkshake as your eyebrows furrowed.
Even your beauty was stubborn.
He began softly, so as not to scare you, his fingers drumming against the table in a gentle rhythm, âSo⊠do you like the milkshake?â
You looked up at him, an eyebrow quirked, âYeah, itâs good.â
San pushed out a sigh at your icy reply, settling back in his seat as he let his palm fall flat against the table. He knew what he wanted to say, he just couldnât find the words. You broke the silence a moment later.
âLook, we can both pretend like you saw absolutely nothing at all and Iâll ask to work different times of the day so we wonât even have to see each other. Iâm not weird, I promise, I just-â
âShh,â he cooed, grabbing one of your hands, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of it, âyou didnât even let me talk yet.â
Sanâs gaze scanned your pretty face for a moment, falling onto those eyes and lips he adored. His heart pounded against the back of his ribs, and yet, you seemed so nervous. Had he read it wrong?
âDid you mean it? What you wrote?â he asked, his voice holding a subtle tone of insecurity. His gaze fell to the table where your hands met, his grip tightening just slightly.
You looked up at him, your wide eyes sweeping over his strong face and your breath picking up. Of course you meant it, but did he want you to mean it?Â
âWhy are you asking that?â you mumble, pulling your hand from his shyly. Your entire face was tinged pink from embarrassment and guilt, so anxious. San couldnât stand it.
He made an effort to grab your hand again, his other hand lifting your chin gently so youâd look at him. He shook your head a little, trying to bring out a tiny smile again.Â
âYou said you needed my face between your thighsâŠâ
Your body went rigid. Out of all the entries, he just had to read that one? You remember writing it after watching him open something with his teeth one day, his jaw flexing as he used his teeth to rip open the plastic packet. Unfortunately, your mind was clouded by unsavory thoughts later that night, and so, into the journal those fantasies went.Â
âIâm just saying, Iâve needed a taste for a while now, too. Just give me a chance. Donât run, please,â he pleaded softly, his grip tightening on your hand ever so slightly. He gave you that look, the one where his eyebrows would furrow so gently and his eyes gleamed softly, a desperation hidden in them. San wasnât one to beg, but he couldnât let you think he didnât like you.
To his surprise, the confession didnât make you smile. Instead, you felt your eyes well up with tears and a heavy weight lift off your shoulders. Slowly, you snaked around the table to Sanâs side of the booth, immediately wrapping your arms around one of his as you cried into his shoulder. He received you warmly, his free hand coming up to pat your head softly with sweet coos leaving his mouth, calming and affectionate.
âI thought you were gonna hate me forever, Sannie. Iâm so sorry,â you sobbed, hiccuping softly, no even noticing your snot blotting Sanâs shirt. Such a mess.
San let out a breathy laugh, guiding your face up and off of his shoulder. He grabbed a napkin from the holder at the end of the table and wiped your nose with it gently, an affectionate air about him. Heâd never seen you so emotional, and though his heart constricted seeing your tears, he was just happy to be the one taking care of you: his precious one. In a way, seeing you so worked up over something he saw as no big deal was endearing. Then again, almost everything about you was endearing to San.Â
He smiled down at you after wiping your nose, mumbling, âPretty girl.â You could feel your cheeks go red instantly, feeling like it was your first time having a crush all over again.Â
He continued, his deep voice soft and sweet suddenly, âI could never hate you. Never, never,â he shook his head a bit, leaning in so that your foreheads were pressed together, âwhat I read only surprised me, but it would never make me hate you. So, donât apologize for liking me. I like you, too.â
You swore your heart skipped a beat as he said that. In fact, it seemed like cardiac arrest would be the next step if he didnât stop looking at you with those soft eyes.
âNever knew you had such a dirty mind,â he teased, rubbing your arm with his free hand gently.
And just like that, your eyebrows furrowed again and you hit his arm gently, too embarrassed to be sappy for long.
âStop that! Itâs not good to hold in all your thoughts, you know. You should write your feelings down,â you scolded, face bright red and lips pouting. San took the scolding at first, but it wasnât much use. He was too focused on how cute your face looked all scrunched up.Â
And, he couldnât deny it. Being scolded was pretty hot.
âThere you go again,â San interrupted, sighing playfully. He couldnât help but tease. You stopped mid-sentence, unsure of what you were even scolding him about now.
âHm? What?â you asked softly, a little pout remaining on your lips.
San giggled a little, his eyes squeezing shut as he threw his head back. It was just too much fun for him. He leaned in closer to your face, close enough that your noses nearly met in the middle, whispering, âYouâre too busy being angry to let me give you a taste of me.â
That cocky bastard. Cocky, and teasing, and sexyâŠ
Your eyebrows quirked up and your cheeks burned even hotter as he leaned in closer, his mouth just next to your ear.Â
âThatâs what you wanted, right? What you wrote in your diary⊠ahem, journal,â he whispered, need dripping from his words.Â
And yet, you were too embarrassed to speak. Or, maybe flustered was the right word. Either way, your brain didnât quite work when San teased you normally, and especially not when his hands traveled to your waist, thumbs pressing into you gently.
âW-well, yes, but it was just a fantasy! I was just imagining! If you read more, youâd see I wrote about celebrities alsoâŠâ you stammered, your hands searching for a place to rest along with your eyes.Â
âOh, so youâre saying Iâm not special?â San asked, biting his lip to hold back a cocky smile.
You gasped a little, hands instinctively finding Sanâs firm chest, âNo, no! I just meant, just,â you panicked a bit, somehow losing your words yet again as San put his hands over yours.
âSo, I am special? Am I special enough to have a taste of you?â San asked softly, still teasing, though there was an undercurrent of seriousness in his voice, something like an invitation.
âI donât know if itâs a good idea, Sannie⊠What would Eunbi think?â You ask softly, eyes round and full of worry. Unintentionally, you leaned further into Sanâs chest, prompting him to pull you into a hug. He cradled the back of your head, petting your hair softly.
âShe doesnât have to know yet. And you can always say no, baby. I know I tease you a lot, but itâs just because youâre so cute when youâre worked up. We can take things slow if you want. Itâs just that journal entry⊠it made meâŠâ San trailed off towards the end, his own cheeks getting pink now.
Softly, you reached up and ran your fingers through Sanâs hair, finally offering him a big smile, âLook at you blushing now.â
San blew a bit of air out of his nose, suppressing a shy laugh. âHow couldnât I blush? The thought of you wanting me that wayâŠâ He trailed off again, voice high and squeaky now that he was being teased. He pulled you close and buried his face in your neck, letting his lips place a soft kiss before he continued.
âI want to hear you say it, angel. Tell me Iâm special and itâs more than just a fantasy. Tell me how you want me,â he mumbled into your neck, using every ounce of self restraint to stop himself from kissing it again.
And, in that moment, months of yearning for, pining over, and wanting San in every way came back to you. Your heart ached a bit, and so did the space between your legs. Everything you had imagined and told yourself was just a dream was coming true. It was true that it would be difficult to hide this whole thing considering Eunbi could read you like a book, but you couldnât let this opportunity go.
âGod, San, I want you in every way possible,â you breathed out, tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck. As soon as you did, he latched on to it, sucking a small bruise into it. You trembled a little, involuntarily letting a tiny whimper cross your lips as you whispered, âBut I really need you to fuck me right now.â
âThatâs all I need to hear, baby. Here,â he murmured, detaching himself from you quickly. He swiftly switched spots with you, leaving the booth seat and pulling you to the edge of it. He kneeled in front of you, one hand on your thigh and the other gripping the table still. Pushing the table towards the other side of the booth, San ran his hands up and down your thighs, eyes pleading and lust filled. âItâs alright if I taste you?â
âPlease, need it so bad, Sannie,â you pleaded as he slowly undid your jeans, pulling them off your legs along with your panties in one fatal swoop. You were already dripping onto the seat and he hadnât even touched you yet.Â
San pressed gentle kisses up your bare thighs, using a thumb to rub gentle circles into your clit. You gripped the top of the seat, already feeling a pulsing need in your heat as Sanâs mouth inched closer to it. His breath tickled the area, making your squirm, but what was worse was the look in his eyes. He stopped just in front of your cunt and looked up at you with dark, lustful eyes. In that moment, you understood San wanted this just as much as you did.
It was true. San couldnât even recount the amount of times he pumped his fist in bed or in the shower thinking about you and your sweet pussy. And as much as it made him blush just thinking about it, he wanted nothing more in life than to bury his face in between your thighs some days, making you squirm and hearing what noises he could pull out of you. He wanted to have you, to know you on a deeper level. And what was more intimate than knowing the way a person tastes?
âPretty,â he murmured into his direct line to heaven, his nose nudging your clitÂ
gently. A long, hot stripe was licked up your pussy, making you twitch expectantly. Instantly, your mind began to grow foggy and your hips bucked, San whispering, âItâs alright, just relax, baby.â
And so, you did. You let your torso fall all the way back against the booth seat and your fingers tangle in his hair, a soft grunt leaving him as he dove in deeper. His tongue swirled around your entrance, dipping inside every once in a while as a quiet hum vibrated against you. He kept up his agonizingly slow pace on your clit with his thumb, savoring that way you tasted on his tongue.
Soon, though, San needed more of you. He needed to see you squirm more, hear you moan just for him. He pulled you even closer to the edge of the booth, another grunt leaving him as he had to pull his face away for a moment. He hoisted your legs up onto his broad shoulders, instantly attaching his lips to your clit, kissing it softly before sucking it.Â
A thick finger found its way inside of you, knuckle deep and wriggling. You squirmed, unable to hold back your noises. Even with just one finger, he filled you up better than youâd ever been before. He added a second finger a moment later, getting familiar with your body inside and out. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched your pussy out, mumbling something about how perfect it was.
âFuck, San, even your fingers are big,â you slurred, back arching up in the air. San answered with another hum against your pussy, one you could tell was a shy giggle. He curled his fingers, letting his lips pulse around your clit now that he could tell you would finish soon. He slowed his pace down for a second, lifting his head to look up at you.
âYou wanna cum? Want Sannie to make you cum?â He asked with a condescending pout, mirroring the one on your own lips. You nodded fervently, but it wasnât enough for San.
âGotta hear you say it, angel,â He furthered, eyes darkening as he held back another sly smile. You whined, kicking your legs gently. San tutted, swatting your thigh gently, âDonât be so stubborn. Just tell Sannie.â
âPlease, San, make me cum. Wanna cum all over your tongue,â you relented, hips bucking back up towards Sanâs face, nudging his chin against your clit. San cooed gently before diving back in. Lapping at your hole, he circled your clit relentlessly with his thumb. He wasnât going to let you cum anywhere but his tongue.
It didnât take long for you to do just what youâd asked for. Suddenly, your entire body began to tingle, radiating from the place between your thighs. Your toes curled and your knees tried to squeeze together, locking Sanâs head in place so that he could lap up every last bit of your essence that was flowing out of you. He made sure he got every last bit, taking his time to lick and kiss every last part of your slick, throbbing cunt.
Eventually, he pried your legs open and helped you sit up, smiling hard at your flushed out face. He swiped his chin with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips before licking off that last bit of you. He sighed, âCould live in that little hole forever, baby.â
You blushed gently, turning away from him shyly, prompting him to sit next to you. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you onto his lap so your back was flush against his chest. âHey, you canât get all shy on me now. Whereâs the feisty girl I know, hm?â
âHow could I be mean after you just did that to me,â you pouted, making San laugh.Â
âYouâre always mean to me,â he told you dramatically, grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his. Carefully, he grinded his hips up so that you could feel how hard he was. And he was. Just the taste of you had San throbbing, and the only reason he let you cum so quickly was so that he didnât cum in his own pants.Â
You gasped softly, feeling Sanâs cock pulsing against your ass, then again when his thick fingers began circling your clit again. He rested his chin on your shoulder, speaking so softly into your ear, âAnd whatâs really mean is how you made me so hard, I almost came from how good you tasted. You wouldnât leave me like this, right, baby?â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning around in Sanâs lap. His hands went straight to your ass, cupping it and pulling you down to grind against the tent in his pants. Your eyebrows furrowed gently as your hips moved back and forth on him, concentrated huffs falling from your tongue.
âGreedy girl,â he teased, nudging your jaw with the side of his head gently, âyou want my cock in you?â
You nodded, pouting at him, âPlease, San. Need you in me bad.â
San just laughed, guiding your hands to unzip his pants. He lowered his voice, looking down at where your crotches met, âAlright, you can have it. But, you gotta do the work now. You really tired me out there before.â
You whined again, this time out of pure exhilaration. Wasting no time, you unzipped Sanâs fly, yanking down his pants and boxers as best as you could. His cock sprung out, hard and red, begging you to take it.
But first, you giggled mischievously as you gave it a few pumps, enjoying its weight in your hand. San groaned, throwing his head back and cursing under his breath. It didnât take long for him to grow impatient. He grabbed your waist and guided you to sit up better, right above his manhood.
You moved your hips around just to antagonize San as heâd done to you so many times. He let out a frustrated groan, burying his face against your neck yet again, kissing it softly as he pleaded, âCmon, baby, donât make me crazy here.â
âWanted this for so long, Sannie,â you breathed out as you finally sunk down on him, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. San chuckled, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
âI know, baby, read all about it,â he smirked, that smug look on his face melting into a lovesick smile as you swatted at his chest. He couldnât help but suck another bruise into the side of your neck before chiding, âJust teasing you, been thinkinâ about this for a while, too.â
He rutted up into you, hungry and needy, filling your slick heat completely. Your body twitched with each thrust, languid and deep, Sanâs silent confession. He was savoring his meal, taking it slowly and enjoying it wholly.
The only sound in the room was that of skin on skin, Sanâs hips snapping up into yours. He knew just the spot to hit inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, prompting San to speed up. The two of you, hungry and desperate to cum, moved together in a near perfect harmony.Â
âFuck, this pussy was made for me,â San stuttered, trying to keep himself inside you, but it was hard with your bouncing and his thrusts, not to mention the wetness you spilled each time he left your body for a moment. San grunted in your ear, biting down on your shoulder a moment later. He was close. It didnât help that everytime he thrusted up into you, you let out the sweetest sounds. San wanted to listen to them all the time, but even the thought of doing this again with you made him harder.Â
Honestly, his cock kept getting harder with each second it spent inside you. You were so warm, so tight. San was normally a patient man, but it was hard to take his time with you.
You couldnât be helped either. As soon as he sunk his teeth into you, you came all over him. Wetness poured out of your cunt, coating San as you cried out his name. He followed suit soon afterwards, pulling out and cumming on your thigh. Quickly, San pulled you into a hug, still heaving as a big hand came up to cradle your head.Â
For a few minutes, the two of you sat together, your form still tucked into Sanâs warm embrace as he rocked you back and forth. You both tried to regain your breath, but every little touch made either one of you gasp softly before you turned your head the other way, embarrassingly lovesick.Â
San was warm, physically and figuratively. Sweat dripped off his forehead and fell onto yours, but you couldnât care less if it meant being held by him. It was strong, secure, surreal⊠it was everything you had written about before. There were days when all you needed was a firm hug, to be held without the fear of falling, somewhere warm and safe. San was all of that, and you could feel it now. It wasnât just something you wrote about anymore. It was real.
San noticed the face you made when you were thinking and his heart rate picked up. Was it not good? Did he disappoint you? He nudged your head with his shoulder, pouting, âWhatâs wrong? Was it not good?â
âWhat? No! It was amazing, I just⊠I like you a lot. And I like that I donât have to imagine things anymore⊠Well, that is if you want to continue this,â you trailed off, blabbering embarrassedly. Maybe all he wanted was a hookup. Uneasiness settled into your features while amusement settled into Sanâs.
âSilly girl,â he scoffed, enamored by everything you were, âDo you want to be my girlfriend?â
Your eyebrows shot up and your heart fluttered. You were never one to get so worked up so easily, but San had a way of making it happen. You cleared your throat, trying to regain some composure.
âDo you want to be my boyfriend?â you mirrored, acting coy now. San cupped your face, dimples on full display as he smiled at you, meeting your gaze. He leaned in and gave you his first real kiss of the night. Your lips molded together perfectly, Sanâs tongue swiping across your lower lip occasionally. You felt his warm cheeks against yours, which made you giggle sweetly. Sanâs heart melted.
The boy pulled away a moment later, letting his forehead rest against yours, âDoes that answer your question, baby?â
You snorted in response, shaking your head bashfully. You wanted to hear him say it. San rolled his eyes in response, his hands moving down your back to rest on either side of your ass. Still, he smiled and whispered, âYes, I want to be your boyfriend.â
You sighed sweetly, unable to hold back the big smile on your face. San delivered a little spank to your ass, playful and teasing, âHappy now?â
You nodded, allowing a little squeal of excitement to leave you. âVery happy, Sannie. Very happy,â you whispered back, laying your head on his shoulder to look around the dark diner.Â
Just then, your eyes spotted a little red light up in the corner of the diner, seemingly connected to a security camera. You jumped, whisper yelling at San, âFuck! Fuck, the cameras, San!â
San jumped as soon as you did, following your gaze up to the security camera. He mirrored your panic for just a moment before pulling you further into the booth, pulling his jacket off to cover up your still bare bottom half.Â
And just as you thought you were going to have a heart attack, San laughed, and somehow, the uneasiness melted away. He ruffled your hair playfully, moving you off his lap and onto the seat before zipping his pants back up. He stood up, leaning down to your level, âI'll go take care of it, honey. Just clean up and get dressed. And finish your shake,â he told you, motioning to the table where your half empty, half melted chocolate shake sat.
But as soon as he turned around, he turned back and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before scurrying off to the office, ready to delete the footage. You couldnât help but smile knowing San would take care of it. What a dream boy.
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protective!jason hcs or blurb đ„°
Ok so I kinda touched on these in my latest fic but anyways i WILL elaborate bc those were just background
We all know that man is touch starved. We ALL know it.
We also all know heâs hesitant with sharing touch
Itâs only once you both have been dating for a bit already, maybe three months in, that he really starts to show his protectiveness through his touch
Or at least when you notice it
Heâs always at least holding your hand as you guys walk around Gotham. Depending on exactly whereabouts in Gotham is when he changes whether heâs between you and the road, or you and the alleyways.
You watched him change it up one time halfway through your shared walk, him letting go of your left hand, stepping behind you and around to grab your right instead.
âOh? So you want me to get hit by a car and die?â
Jason only keeps his eyes on the passing buildings and the ones coming up, âThe chance of that is much lower than somebody trying to mug you in this area, love.â
One day youâre both out at the bar together. Heâs sitting on a stool behind you as you babble to oke of yours friends.
From over their shoulder, you see a man approaching, but donât think anything of it.
Suddenly, you see the man stop in his tracks, freezing. You glance over at him. He looks terrified. He glances at you, his original target, then behind you again. He spins on his heel and walks back the way he came.
You look behind you, feeling Jasonâs hand still resting on your hip. You almost feel a little scared yourself, seeing that killer glare that Jasonâs pointing at the guyâs back.
He switches immediately the second he looks down to you, a soft smile and kind eyes, not a hint of the previous bloodlust a mere second ago. âWhat?â He asks, like watching his expression change wasnât the biggest turn on in the world.
Youâre sitting in your apartment at your desk typing away on your laptop. Youâre trying to file your taxes, and Jason had come over to help you with it (surprisingly he knows how even though heâs still legally dead at this point and hasnât had to pay any taxes. Ever.)
He had stood and was wondering around your room a bit while he waited for you to fill the next part out. You can hear shuffling, but youâre too focused to tune into it.
âJay? What does this line mean?â
Jason grunts for a moment and you hear your window slide open.
You turn back around, âJay?â
âOne second.â He shuts your window again. You watch as he fiddles with the lock before easily sliding the window back open. He throws his hands in the air and looks at you. âHow long have you lived here?â
You shrug, confused, âYou helped me move in.â
Jason waves his hand through the air, âWhen?â
âAlmost a year? Last November.â
Jason fiddles with the window again, slamming it back down, âThis lock doesnât work. You been sleeping in here and anyone couldâve just broken in?â
You shrug again, âI didnât know it was broken! I donât really lock my window often.â
Jason looks like he almost broke his neck by how fast his head whipped back to you, âYou donât lock your window????â
He finishes your taxes for you before he leaves, saying heâll be back. Within the hour heâs knocking on your door again, a duffle bag in hand full of power tools, screws, and different assortments of heavy duty locks. He spends the rest of the night installing them.
A new one on your bedroom window that actually consisted of two different locks. A similar two on your kitchen window. Another three on your bedroom door itself. Then four on your front door.
As he leaned over your kitchen sink, screwing in the lock and blocking your way as you tried to make you both dinner.
âIs this really necessary?â
âIâm not having you practically open to every bad thing the city has to offer, love.â
âThen how are you going to come in through my window now?â
âIâll learn to knock.â
Thatâs all I can think of right now okay byeee
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sirfrogsworth please i am begging to know your boomer uncleâs thought process when he installed all those spam search bars what on earth was he TRUING to do
This was my Uncle Larry. He died in 2014 from a lifetime of smoking.
But while he was alive, he was what my grandma would refer to as "a character."
I feel like seeing his photo gives a partial explanation of the toolbar fiasco.
He was a man stuck in the 1960s but extremely curious about new things.
It was the early 2000s and I was trying to make some extra money. So when he was interested in getting a computer I offered to build him one from scratch.
What I didn't consider about this arrangement was that I was basically signing up to be my uncle's IT person. If something went wrong, it could possibly be due to a mistake I made.
He called me up complaining he couldn't see his websites and that the computer was running slower than normal.
I boot up his system and it takes 10 minutes to get to Windows. The desktop was filled with random programs he installed. And when I opened his web browser I was immediately greeted with a dozen pop up advertisements. Once I nuked them all, all of the different search toolbars were revealed. There was maybe a few inches of space for viewing websites and he had just been looking at photos a segment at a time for weeks before wondering if maybe it wasn't supposed to work like that.
I asked him why he installed all of this crap and he told me he didn't realize he had a choice. He just thought you had to say yes to everything that popped up on the screen. He also opened every spam email he received.
To make matters even worse, when he was searching for lewd pictures of Catherine Bell (aka the "JAG lady" with nice cans), he ended up on various softcore porn sites containing ever more dangerous pop up ads. And he clicked on all of those as well.
He loved the internet. It was a wonderland for such a curious person. He loved typing in random things and just reading and looking at pictures for hours. Aside from Maxim photos of TV celebrities, his searches were pretty innocent. He looked at old cars he used to own and lawnmowers he wanted to buy. He read old war stories and found websites helping him learn how to whittle walking sticks.
But he had no sense of danger. He had a Leroy Jenkins approach to life. He just sort of jumped into whatever without any fear or caution. Which is probably why my parents were so pissed at him when he offered 8 year-old me a ride on his new motorcycle. He immediately took me off-road and up a steep hill without a helmet or telling me to hold on. And it was a Harley, so not really meant for that terrain.
I tried a virus scan and it just said "You have every virus." So I had to nuke his Windows install from orbit. I then gave him computer lessons, which he paid me for, so that sort of worked out despite how frustrating it was to keep him from clicking on random things.
Uncle Larry taught me an important lesson.
Never tell your family you know about computers.
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#so my old computer has been slow af and bc itâs old windows 8(?) isnât offering any more coverage for it which is like whatever iâd been#wanting to switch to linux. so i got myself a thumb drive and downloaded all my old files bc i want to make sure they stick around etc etc.#posterity and all that. downloaded linux mint on that Same thumb drive bc i didnât realize that youâre not supposed to do that bc it makes#the other files irretrievable by WIPING THEMMMM and for some reason i canât reformat the usb to try again and frankly. iâm afraid.#to make matters worse all the guides on how to install linux mint hinge on the boot menu which for some reason will NOT show up?! i need to#try more tbf but my computer is very slow rn and i know that restarting it too many times isnât good for it so itâs like đ„č im sorryâŠ.#ill work on it more later bc after all this i literally just need to get linux ON the thing so that i can say i did it. sunk cost or#whatever but I DONâT CARE. I HAVE TO DO IT SO I CAN PROVE TO MYSELF THAT IâM NOT THE LEAST TECH-SAVVY GEN Z-ER ON THE PLANET#j.txt
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magic hands | Jason Todd x Sionis!Reader
but first free palestine !! Your regularly scheduled hook-up session with Jason Todd is rudely interrupted by the arrival of your period. As tragedy strikes, you have to ask Jason to buy you pads, perhaps throwing a curveball in your still emerging relationship. this installment comes before this one; you don't know jason is red hood in this one (not that it really matters to this particular story) tw: periods, mentions of drugging, reader having issues with acts of service, afab readera/n: i'm writing additions to this story completely out of order because i can. don't worry - you're gonna be the one comforting jason soon, just stay tuned. and if you're following me for the obi-wan content, i promise you'll also be fed soon. the sionis!reader concept was inspired by this ask on gilverrwrites' blog! In hindsight, it might've been kinda weird of me, but i couldn't get the concept out of my head. thank you to gilverr and anon! please check out their blog!
Yo
You cringe a little at your choice of words, wishing you'd thought harder before sending the text. Well actually, you cringe at the entire situation. You despise having to ask for help, but you're a little desperate.
Would you-
Too entitled.
Would you mind-
Passive aggressive.
Will-
Your phone buzzes before you can finish typing.
yo.
That was fast.
You take a deep breath. Jason was coming over anyway and it wasn't like you were in any position to have sex like you were planning to. And this constitutes as a bit of an emergency, considering you're currently sitting on a wad of toilet paper.
Can you pick me up some pads?
You hit send and drop your phone on your bed. This is so embarrassing for no reason. Jason's a good guy, he isn't going to judge you for being on your period of all things. He's not going to hold it against you if you can't have sex either.
It was just that you weren't sure your relationship was...like that. Acts of service and all that. A month ago, you wouldn't have even considered asking him to do this. But you'd been a lot more personal with one another lately. Making dinner, staying the night, being physically affectionate while your clothes were still on.
Your phone vibrates and you frantically feel for the purple case in the grey and white sheets. You'll deal with that giddy feeling later.
i don't know, can i?
Fucker, you think, glaring at your screen. You start furiously forming a response about how you aren't in the fucking mood for this when your phone buzzes again.
yeah, of course i can. need anything else? painkillers? chocolate?
You eye the empty bottle on your nightstand. Your stomach cramps painfully.
I'm out of ibuprofen
Then you consider for a moment. With a sigh, you bite back your pride. Well, if he's offering.
...and maybe some ice cream.
you got it babe.
Babe. Heat rushes to your cheeks as the corners of your mouth twitch upwards.
Ten minutes later his name flashes on your screen again, along with a photo of a wall of pads.
which kind
Damn, he was kind of good at this. A flare of jealousy burns through you at the thought of Jason doing this for some other girl. Another feeling you'll deal with later. You circled your preferred brand and send it back.
check. headed your way shawty.
After another ten minutes, the rumbling of a motorcycle echoes through your street. Nine minutes and 45 seconds later, the sound of your living room window sliding open lures you from your bed.
You fight back a goofy grin at the sight of Jason's large-than-life frame slipping through the window, two plastic bags balanced in one gloved hand. Leaning against your kitchen island, you allow yourself a second to admire the curve of his ass in those joggers.
"Hey," you greet, shivering as a gust of wind followed the man. He gives you a toothy grin, sliding the window shut. With a dramatic flourish of his arm, he presents the drugstore bag to you.
"Your essentials, m'lady."
"Oh, my hero," you giggle, taking the bag gratefully. You eye the second bag suspiciously, although the telltale red thank you print and the smell of fried rice give the contents away. "Chinese?"
"Chinese," he confirms. "And before you say anything, I was already picking it up when you texted."
You purse your lips. He was starting to know you too well. You would've said something, would've lied about how you weren't hungry. The idea that he'd already thought to do something nice for you before he even knew about your situation makes your stomach twist.
Jason takes a step closer, trapping you between him and the island. He reaches behind you to set the food on the counter, green eyes trained on your face. It's hard not to shrink below his quizzical gaze. Goosebumps cover your bicep as the leather of his jacket rubs against your bare arm.
Bastard.
"That okay, pretty girl?"
Fuck, he's handsome. He knows it too, know to flick his dark hair just so. Knows how to look at you so that any "oh, you shouldn't have" argument you can conjure up falters before it can reach your tongue. It certainly doesn't help that he's flexing the arm reaching behind you just so.
"Perfect, even," you purr, uncrossing your arms to play with his jacket zipper. "How much do I owe you?"
"Don't worry about it." You try not to roll your eyes at him, reminding yourself that you were opting to be nicer to him tonight. He is your hero after all. His hands fall to your hips, his thumbs running along the bone. "How you feeling?"
You shrug, suppressing another shiver as his pinkie pokes below the length of your shorts.
"Shitty. Like everything hurts," you answer honestly. Your lip twitches and you abandon his jacket zipper in favor of the strings of his sweatshirt.
"'m sorry we can't, y'know, do what we planned." The apology floods abruptly from your lips. "I would offer to do it anyways, but I just, I-I can't with these cramps." Your hips twinge with pain to emphasize your point. "But, I mean, I can blow you if you really want-"
"Hey."
Two fingers tilt your chin up, tough leather juxtaposing soft skin. You hadn't even realized you'd stopped looking at his face. He's smiling at you.
"Don't worry about it," he says for the second time. "Lemme make you feel better. It'll piss Roman off just as much."
You both look pointedly at the bookshelf you're fairly certain your father had hidden some sort of recording device.
"Besides," he continues with a wolfish smirk. "I've become accustomed to a certain level of performance from you and I'm not sure if I'd receive that if you're not at your peak."
"Fine, only because you insisted," you sigh. "And I'm gonna do you a favor and ignore that last part." You turn away from him, fishing the package of pads and the ibuprofen out of the drugstore bag. "I'm gonna go...yeah."
You wave the package in the air as you head for the bathroom. With your back turned, you don't catch Jason saluting you.
When you return, you notice one of the books on the shelf has been inconspicuously placed over a Wonder Woman knick knack. Part of you is relieved to know your father can't spy on you tonight. Another part of you feels a pang of anxiety knowing that means tonight is just for the two of you to enjoy each other's company. As people. Not fuckbuddies.
This is still casual. Professional, you tell yourself. It's not like he's my boyfriend.
You turn to the kitchen, where Jason is pulling plates out of a cupboard, and ignoring the smaller voice that wouldn't mind him being your boyfriend.
He hands the plates to you, letting you dish the both of you up.
Jason sidles up behind you, pressing his chest to your back. You lean into him, letting him support your weight.
"Chinese was a good call," you say. He hums in response, dipping his hands under your shirt to rub your sides. You yelp in alarm as something wet hits your skin.
"Dude! What the fuck!"
Jason backs up, holding two cream covered hands in the air. He looks apologetic enough, but still smirks at the way you glowered at him over your shoulder. It's an awful cute look when it isn't coming from behind an ugly ass skull mask.
"It's just CBD."
You spin around, pointing your spoon straight at his heart.
"CBD- what, are you trying to get me high?"
It's all Jason can do not to double over laughing. He'd take a picture if he wasn't certain you would find a way to lodge that spoon in a major artery.
His laughter has you fidgeting nervously, trying to maintain your hard stare.
"Don't laugh at me."
To his credit, he stops almost immediately. He straightens his posture and gestures to a small round container on the counter.
"It's just a lotion. Helps with joint pain, I use it all the time. I thought it might help with cramps."
You blink. That was...incredibly thoughtful of him.
"Oh."
You turn back to the food, continuing your task sheepishly. All you ever do in front of this man is embarrass yourself. And orgasm.
He creeps back to his spot cautiously. You glance over your shoulder, briefly meeting his eyes.
"You can...continue," you tell him, your tone much softer now. He presses a kiss to the exposed junction of your neck and slides his hands back under your shirt.
It does feel nice to have him massage the cool lotion into your aching body. His fingers seem to know exactly where to go, undoing the built up tension and leaving a light buzz in its place.
"I'm sorry I snapped like that," you whisper. "I overheard some of my dad's idiots talking about some kind of lube that's infused with LSD or something. Apparently it's becoming a popular method for people to get what they want so...little on edge."
After a moment, Jason speaks again, "I wouldn't drug you like that, you know."
"What, topically?" You scoff, dividing the orange chicken equally.
"Without your consent."
You pause. You suppose you hadn't given much thought to how much Jason respected you in that regard. To be fair, you'd never really been around men that respected you at all.
"Well, that's good to know." It's not the most sensitive response, but you're sudden determined to move on from the conversation before you start oversharing. "Let's eat, big guy."
After dinner, Jason applies the lotion again. This time, you're sat on the couch between his legs as he drives the stuff into a knot on your hip. The TV drones with some black comedy series the two of you have been watching at the recommendation of one of his brothers.
"Do you get a lot of joint pain?" You ask suddenly, looking back at him. He doesn't tear his eyes away from the screen.
"Huh?"
"You said you use it a lot on your joints. Do you get a lot of joint pain?" Now he looks at you, one slit eyebrow raised. For a moment you watch him try to remember when he told you that. Then he smirks, a silly view from upside down.
"I do whenever you get through with me," he says, his chest vibrating under you. You give him a look. "Sometimes after the gym, yeah."
You're not quite sure you believe him, but you let it slide, turning back to the TV in time to see your least favorite character earn a smack to the face.
"It was nice of you to bring it."
"'s helping?"
"Mmh," You sigh as he works a particularly tough spot. Your relief is short lived however as the small of your back cramps up. A small gasp escapes you and you squirm and swear in Jason's arms.
He pauses his work on your hips.
"Where's it hurt?"
"Back," you whimper, turning over so he can get to it. He obliges immediately, rubbing the butt of his palm into the sore spot. You groan into his chest, melting beneath his magic hands. "The fuck did I ever manage this shit before you."
He snorts, "very bravely, I'm sure."
You smile at his answer. Clever boy. You reward him with a kiss, pleased when he returns it in kind. His hand doesn't stop its work on your back as his soft lips move gently with your own.
"You sure you don't want a blowjob?" you murmur against his mouth.
Jason nods, giving you another chaste kiss before pulling away. "You're in pain, sweetheart. Let yourself rest."
He moves his lips to your ear, lowering his voice.
"Now, how about that ice cream, hm?"
Absolute professional.
#i must once again warn you this isn't proof read#no beta we die like jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd x you#red hood x you#jason todd#red hood#sionis!reader#kenobers poetics#this is a little repetitive but that's fine
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I wish asking questions on websites didn't require signing in or anything. I just wanna ask one question and bounce forever please and thanks
#rambling#For any PC nerds that may know the answer to this (I'd be so grateful):#There's a laptop model i really wanna buy#The official website sells it with windows 11 pre-installed but their sales partners sell it with freeDOS (so basically no OS lmaooo)#I'd like to buy it from a retailer that offers it with no OS so i can install windows 10 on it (cos w11 is icky)#But how do I know if I'll have any compatibility issues between the laptop and the OS since it's apparently designed with w11 in mind?#I can't find any info on whether this laptop model was sold with w10 in the past or not#I guess if w10 ends up being all wonky on it i can just upgrade to w11 but i wanna know if i should even bother with this whole ordeal#I just really don't want w11 đ„Ž#I could also buy it from the official store and downgrade to w10 to use that license but compatibility is still a concern
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sanctuary | s.r.
in which hotchner!reader reunites with the BAU after her time in WITSEC
margotober masterlist
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff (flangst?) content warnings: mr. scratch arc, witsec, hotch and jack and thriving, luke and garcia bickering, thunderstorms, anxiety, hotchner!reader, boyfriend!spencer word count: 1.79k a/n: the fluffier, more fun follow up to sense memory! but you don't have to read sense memory to understand this fic <3
You kept your hood tugged over your head, staring at the books on Spencerâs desk as you waited for him to show up. He had texted you when the jet landed, letting you know heâd be home tonight.
The darkness was starting to get to you. The way the sun set earlier and earlier in the day, draping your apartment in a fog that no number of lightbulbs could diffuse, scared you. The obscuring of your eyesight brought back memories of a time that was best forgotten, and paranoia rushed through your veins whenever you sat in the apartment.
Usually, youâd make the drive up to your dadâs house in Philly, but he was off chaperoning a field trip with Jackâs class. You were perfectly safe in your own apartment, Spencer, despite his Luddite tendencies, had a new security system installed, and your sidearm had been returned to you by the marshal service. Even so, every time you heard a creak in the floorboards or the tapping of something in the window, the hairs rose on the back of your neck.
There was no one for you to call. You didnât want to bother your father and Jack while they were together. You didnât want to worry Spencer. Your therapist would just suggest that staying in the dark apartment was a good method of exposure. You didnât want to be exposed; youâd had more than enough fear for one lifetime.
Youâd retreated to the BAU. The sixth floor of the FBIâs Quantico headquarters had been your home away from home for longer than you could remember, the walls of your sanctuary provided you with shelter from the storm.
When you had brandished your badge for the men at the security table, they looked like they had seen a ghost as they sent you upstairs.
Your desk had remained untouched by time, Spencer told you that Penelope would periodically go through and dust the surface, waiting patiently for you to return to your place. The desk chair that Luke tried to steal from you time and time again tucked beneath the furniture, hoping for you to take your seat.
The magnetic pull that you felt from your desk was the exact reason why you elected to sit at Spencerâs desk, surrounded by his books, a photo of the two of you, and fewer reminders of the life that you used to lead.
Spencer had respected your wishes for your return to remain a secret. The only other member of the team who knew your whereabouts was Rossi, and that was because he quit taking no for an answer when offering to visit your father and was surprised to find you werenât there.
Twisting slightly in the chair, you thought about going to see Penelope, but what would you say to her? What would you do when you got to see her again?
Ten months was a long time to be away from your second family, even more so when youâve been hiding amongst them for the past two months. A flash of light outside clues you in to the arrival of a July thunderstorm, sighing, you rest your head in your hands and wait in the comfort of the BAU.
Everything about it just felt so normal. The ticking of the world clocks above the unit chiefâs offices. The pictures of Roxy that Luke kept on his desk. The crayon drawings that JJ kept on her desk. The dinging of the elevator that signaled that the team had finally returned.
You hadnât thought this far ahead.
The glass doors to the BAU didnât give you any cover to run and hide in Rossiâs office, leaving you entirely exposed in the bullpen, save for your hood that concealed your face.
âMy beautiful people,â Penelope greeted the team in front of the doors. âNow, it is not my intention to alarm anyone, but there is a mysterious cloaked figure sitting at the wonderful Dr. Reidâs desk.â
Your face warmed while everyone talked about you, discussing who you were, and who you could be. None of them mentioned your name, either for a lack of belief or an act of protection, making it so no one got their hopes up.
The familiar rush of air hit you as someone opened the glass doors, you kept your head down as footsteps approached you. The familiar tapping of Spencerâs boots grew louder until he was standing right in front of you, crouching to the ground so he could look you in the eyes, and placing a gentle hand on your knee. âHow long have you been here?â
Frowning, you picked at the seam on your leggings, chewing on the inside of your lip as you shrugged, âAn hour, maybe? I lost track of time.â
Spencer nodded in understanding, âI tried to call you from the tarmac, but you didnât answer.â He turned to where the doors were, holding up a hand as he tried to hold off the other team members, âAre you alright?â
âYeah,â you assured him, âI just⊠I thought Iâd feel safer here.â
He squeezed your knee gently, âBut you know now you have to talk to everyone, right?â
You hadnât expected the team to allow you to walk away from them again, so your head bobbed in confirmation, and you pushed your hood off of your head, receiving a gasp from Penelope once she recognized you. Spencer stood first, holding out his hand to get you up from his office chair before facing the team.
Adjusting your sweatshirt self-consciously, you studied all of their faces, each person simultaneously so different and somehow precisely as you remembered them. You screwed your eyes shut before opening your mouth, âHiâ oof!â
Your greeting was interrupted when you were engulfed in a hug, opening your eyes to be met with familiar blonde hairâPenelope was hugging you so tightly that it was restricting your breathing, and you reciprocated gratefully. Your olfactory memory was firing receptors in your brain as her vanilla perfume flooded your senses.
Spencerâs hand was settled on the small of your back, gentle but firm, a method of reassurance. Youâre safe. Itâs okay. These people love you.
Sniffling, you nuzzled your face into her shoulder, âOh, Penny,â you murmured into her shoulder. Nearly a year of thoughts rushing through your mind, yet you couldnât get any of them out without blubbering.
Surprisingly, she pulled away from you first, holding you at armâs length and looking you over, studying your appearance like she was trying to jog her memory.
Before she got to say what she was thinking, another familiar character reached out and pinched your arm, âOw, what the hell?â You peered over at Luke, who was seemingly not in a hurry to take his hand away, but Garcia came quickly to your defense and began swatting at his hand.
âBack off, Newbie,â she said, continuing to bat at him until he put his hands up in surrender.
Laughing, you glanced back at Spencer, who bore an amused look at the scene before moving forward and giving JJ a hug while Penelope and Alvez had their spat. You sighed in JJâs arms, âSome things never change, huh?â
Pulling away from the hug, JJ rolled her eyes, âOh, you have no idea.â Her curious blue eyes flickered between you and Spencer, obviously noticing that this wasnât a reunion between the two of you.
âHey, Em,â you beamed, turning around and reaching out for the new BAU Unit Chief. Well, newer, you supposed. âThank you,â you whispered to her, knowing everything sheâd given up protecting you and your familyâonce you got Spencer talking, it was a difficult task to get him to stop storytelling.
You pulled away, greeting Matt with a handshake and waving timidly at Rossi, who youâd previously reunited with and had provided you with several home-cooked meals. âYou look great,â Tara said, observing you from in between Garcia and Luke, serving as a human barrier between the two of them.
Doing a little spin, you smiled anxiously, pulling at the sleeves of your sweatshirt, you looked around at everyone again, âThank you.â All of the stress of being in Witness Protection had worn out your body, and one of your goals before returning to the BAU was getting healthy again. You were glad to hear that it seemed to be working.
âCome back here,â Penelope beckoned, waving you over to her until you were standing between her and Spencer in the circle that had been formed in the bullpen. Her eyes shone as she looked at you with wonder, âYouâre here! Youâre real,â she said excitedly, gathering you back into a hug. âI canât believe youâre here,â she gently shook you, âI missed you.â
You relaxed into the hug, âI missed you too,â you whispered, stepping back and gratefully accepting Spencerâs hand when he extended it to you.
JJ clicked her tongue at the two of you, âWhat, uh, whatâs going on here?â
âWhat?â You asked, feigning innocence as Spencer not so discreetly snaked a hand around your waist.
The blonde raised her eyebrows in incredulity, âDo you expect us to believe that this is how the two of you reunited?â
You shrugged, looking up at Spencer with adoration, âI split time between my dadâs and Spencerâs, so⊠we live together.â
Everyone was silent, and you expected an uproar. Frustrated questions on why you kept it a secret and why you stayed away from everyone when all they wanted was to be there for you, but the cacophony never came.
Instead, there was an encouraging whoop from Luke, and your eyes widened as cheers filled the room, âReally guys, itâs about time,â Emily acknowledged, smiling at the both of you.
It struck you then that you had been scared. You had been terrified of coming back to the BAU to find that they didnât understand you and your reasoning for keeping your distance, but this was a group of people who knew better than anyone why you needed that time.
You felt a little silly, knowing you had been under the impression that these people would greet you with anything except for open arms. The realization that it wasnât the building that made the BAU such a safe space for you but the people hit you like a bag of bricks.
Steepling your fingers and placing them in front of your face, you smiled at all of them, âI missed you all. So terribly much.â
Emotions made you weak at the knees, and you mightâve fallen to the ground if it werenât for the BAU enveloping you in a hug, holding you upâkeeping you safe.
#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fic#criminal minds fic#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x y/n#written by margot#margotober#flufftober#hotchner!reader
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âłËËËAlastor x ReaderËËË âŽ
â Part One Part Two
â Summary: There was no time for doubt or guilt. It was now or never, and you had to play it smart if you wanted to be free, and you longed for that freedom more than anything.The thought of soon being in the comfort of Alastorâs arms, without any restrictions, kept you at bay. Within hours, you would be liberated.
â Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, happy ending! silly lucifer, vox gets destroyed emotionally, lots of cursing and a light sugestive undertone, angsty and fluffy (a perfect combo) heavily yandere!vox coded, blushy alastor, husband alastor being the sweetest ever
â Word Count: 3,545
You awoke to an empty room after what transpired last night. Slowly, you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes. There was a note on your night table- you noticed it as you sat up. It was from Vox.
Sorry, I cannot be here when you wake, sweetheart. Val is being a pain in my ass. So, duty calls. I'll be up to check on you later. There's breakfast downstairs if you're hungry. With love, Vox
The kinder he was to you, the more remorse you felt.Â
Soon, all of this would be behind you, and that's what you had to remind yourself of.Â
You took your time rolling out of bed this morning. You dreaded the day ahead of you. As you finished dressing yourself, you caught something in the corner of your eye. You spotted an envelope tucked under your closed window. The corners of the crimson letter lifted from the harsh breeze outside. You wasted no time snatching the tattered note, instantly recognizing the handwriting on the front. Â
It was from Alastor.
My Dearest, Gather your prized possessions. I'll be here at midnight to bring you to your proper home- our home. Lucifer will nullify the contract you have with Vox moments after I retrieve you. So worry not, my dear. Within hours, you will be free. Yours truly, Alastor P.S. Be sure to burn this after you've read it.Â
You could hear your heartbeat as your hands shook, tossing the letter into your fireplace. The finish line was just out of reach. You could do this. You hastily began grabbing the belongings you've accumulated over the years, stuffing them into a bag Vox had gifted you for your birthday one year.
As you began gathering your things, the nostalgia kicked in. As did the guilt that sucker punched you right in the gut.Â
Each item you stuffed into the tote brought back a pleasant memory. Your favorite tee that you wore to bed each night, for instance.Â
You hadn't a clue how Vox even knew this piece of fabric was so meaningful to you. Nor how he obtained it to begin with. But, when Vox re-gifted it to you, you broke down. He seemed startled by your reaction, uttering apology after apology. Vox assumed his gesture did not go over well. But it was quite the contrary. This piece of home made you feel a little less alone in an unfamiliar place. You cried out a meek "Thank you." offering Vox a shaky smile as you wiped your tears away.Â
You shoved all of those memories into the back of your mind. The same way you shoved your belongings into the tote. There was no time for doubt or guilt. It was now or never, and you had to play it smart if you wanted to be freeâ and you longed for that freedom more than anything.
The thought of soon being in the comfort of Alastorâs arms, without any restrictions, kept you at bay. You took a deep breath, slapping your cheeks a few times to snap yourself out of this stupor. Within hours, you would be free.
Vox had been so angry when Velvette calledâ disrupting his precious time watching you slumber. These moments were few and far between since you forbid him from installing cameras in your room. Vox grumbled to himself as he stood from the chair, ending the call with Velvette after receiving the news about "Needing to get the piss baby under control."
Slowly, he approached your sleeping frame, admiring you. The rise and fall of your chest. The pleasant expression decorating your beautiful features and the hardly noticeable tremble of your fingers at the hem of your favorite shirt.
It was a cute routine of yours. You tended to play with the stitching at the base of your sleep shirt before you nodded off each night. The sheets always slipped down your frame from how you tossed and turned, giving him a perfect view of your little habit.
Vox recorded this moment for his private use. He knew your self-soothing technique was the reason your shirt was so tattered. Vox put the pieces together ages ago. He never forgot the day he re-gifted you that flimsy old shirt.
When you started living here seven years ago, you arrived with nothing. Vox sensed your anxiety from your lack of familiarity. So he had a chauffeur take him to your and Alastor's newly desolate home.Â
Vox rummaged through your personal belongings for a good while, to the lack of your knowledge. Inhaling your scent; which enshrouded your garments. One shirt, in particular, stood out to Vox. He noticed the wear and tear in the fabric, giving it so much character and conveying a story of its own. He assumed this tee was sentimental, so Vox took it. Hoping that a piece of home would put your mind at ease. He had also confiscated your perfume and other personal garments for himself. But you hardly needed to know that.
When Vox gave the shirt to you, your eyes filled with tears as you offered him a sweet little thank you. That stirred something deep within him. Something dark. Vox's obsession only doubled by the day after that, and for some reason, you were wholly oblivious.
Vox supposed that was the moment he knew his fixation with you was severe.
You took his kindness for weakness, Vox assumed. But little did you know, the love he had for you only made him all the more hostile. If he had you, Vox had no use for anything or anyone else. Plain and simple. You were all he desiredâ all he needed.
The memories you shared over the years replayed in Voxâs mind as he persisted in his daily tasks. He hoped you had read the note he left you by now, taking the liberty of treating yourself to some delicious breakfast. Vox had the personal chefs make your favorite this morning. He figured you needed a little pick me up after the harrowing night you endured.
His poor little sweetheart, maybe he should visit you earlier tonight. Any moment without you in it was far too long for Vox.
You paced around the ransacked room. The clock read a quarter to twelve. You were in the home stretch. Alastor would be here soon, as would Lucifer. Suddenly, a knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts.Â
"Sweetheart, may I come in?"Â
Oh no, this was not according to plan.
Normally, Vox finished his work around two in the morning. He would visit you a couple of minutes after he finished up. But why was he early tonight? Did he possibly catch on to your antics?
"Ah! N-No! Not yet- I am indecent!" You sputtered out. Fuck, this was bad. Really bad. Vox was quiet for a moment before his voice boomed once more.Â
"You sound- off. I'm coming in." You hurriedly tucked your packed-up bag under your bed, throwing on your robe to hide the outfit you had on. You prepared to take your leave, so your usual sleep attire was nowhere to be seen.
Fuck, Fuck- Fuck! He wasn't this stupid. Vox was going to see right through your bullshit. The trashed room was a dead giveaway.Â
Vox barreled through the door, making a beeline to where you stood. "V-Vox! Wait-" His slender fingers cupped your cheeks, a look of worry glitching onto his features. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?"
He was too focused on you to notice the state of your room. A shaky breath escaped you as you forced a smile, bringing your hands up to your chest. You waved them in front of yourself. In an attempt to show him everything was alright. Which- it wasn't.Â
"Nothing- Really! I'm okay, just a bit sleepy. Can we talk more tomorrow?" You forced a yawn. Placing your hands on his chest, an attempt to soothe his worries. Vox gave you a pointed look as he let out a sigh. His hands that cupped your cheeks traveled a little lower. The gentle caress down your neck and collarbones sent a chill up your spine. "Of course we can. Here, let me tuck you in."Â
Panic flooded your senses as he tugged at the tie of your robe. "I-I'm cold! So I figured I'd sleep with this on tonight!" Your hands were trembling as you stopped him from undoing the knot. Vox looked more concerned than ever from your skittish display. "Sweetheart, you're trembling! Come, let's get you under the covers."Â
All you could do was nod in agreement as Vox's hand wrapped around the small of your back. He guided you to the bed, and that's when he noticed something was off. "Sweetheart... where's your favorite blanket, and why is it not on your bed?" His voice was even but a pitch lower. You froze in place, not daring to peer up at him. "I took it to get washed! It was looking a little bleak." Your voice was shaky as you lied through your teeth.
Vox's grip on your frame tightened as he slithered his arm down to grasp your hip. His hold on you was bruising as his other hand came to clutch the opposite side of your waist. He swiftly turned you to face him, dipping low to get in your field of view. "Why the fuck are you lying to me?"Â
Oh fuck, this was the end for you.
His eyes were glowing bright and swirling with anger. A frown was prominent on his monitor. "I'm not! I swear- stop! Vox- you're h-hurting me!" His grip only became more brutal as his face pushed closer to yours. Vox invaded your senses. You felt claustrophobic- trapped. "Lies, lies, and more lies! Utter one more from those sweet lips of yours, and you'll be sorry."
Tears brimmed at your waterline, threatening to spill. Sure, Vox's grip was painful- but more than anything, you were petrified.Â
"I believe you are holding something that belongs to me!"
The radio static filled the room, as did an air of malice. Vox snapped his head toward your window- met with the sight of his age-old rival, Alastor. "How the fuck did you get in here? I have security cameras lining the entire building! Inside and out!" Vox's grip around your hips loosened from the pure shock of what was unraveling before him. You took the opportunity to slither out of his grasp, frantically running over to your husband.Â
"Ha! Your sense of security is flawed! You'll have to try harder than that to keep me away next time, old pal!" Alastor laughed bitterly as you cowered behind him. You seized his waist from behind tightly, hands still trembling. "Although, there won't be a next time! Oh heavens no! Not after the way you put your hands on my wife." The radio crackle was more prominent as your husband's shadow tendrils outstretched toward Vox.Â
Alastor restrained the pitiful man before him. You peeked over your husband's frame. Getting a glimpse of his murderous expression. His eyes were in the shape of radio dials as crimson blood spilled past his grinning lips. "You fucker! You should have stayed away! Have you forgotten that I own your sweet little wife?"
"Uhh... not for much longer! Uh oh! It looks like someone is late to the party, am I right, Malastor? Aha!" You jumped from the boisterous voice filling the room. Your head whipped over to where Lucifer himself, now stood at your husband's other side. The King of Hell nudged your husband with his elbow, looking for approval from his witty remark.Â
"Malastor-?" You sounded dumbfounded before your husband cleared his throat. "Yes, yes indeed! Now, get on with it, little Luci! Time is ticking!" Alastor spat through gritted teeth, shooting Lucifer a warning glare. The short blonde man scoffed, muttering under his breath about how "He was taller where it counted most!" Lucifer approached an annoyed Vox. He thrashed against his constraints but to no avail.Â
"What the fuck are you of all demons doing here?" Vox spat, eyes swirling with murderous intent. He was beyond pissed, and it terrified you. Alastor could sense your anxiety and wrapped an arm around your waist. He pulled you snugly into his side, giving your hip a light squeeze.Â
"Your old pal Malastor and I struck a deal! So no more wifey soul for you Mr. TV man!" Lucifer said in a sing-song voice. Without further ado; The King of Hell's horns poked past his golden hair. Wings fluttered out as a blue aura surrounded Vox. "No! You fucking can't-Â she's mine!" Vox shouted, tugging wickedly against his restraints.Â
You watched in awe as the essence of your soul was extracted from Vox's chest. He let out a pained groan while Lucifer held out his palms, gently cradling your soul. A gasp was pulled from your lips as your collar and chain appeared around your neck. Lucifer turned toward you, offering you a wide grin as he approached. "Looks like ya dropped something!" The King of Hell joked, earning a warning glare from your husband as he brought your soul up to your chest.Â
Gently, Lucifer overlapped his hands before pressing them into your diaphragm. You let out a breathless gasp as you felt your soul lodge itself into your chest. It felt foreign. You had been without it for ages now, so to be whole again was... liberating. With a snap of Lucifer's fingers, the azure collar around your neck fractured in half. It plunged to the floor along with the leash before it withered away.
The waterworks that threatened to spill past your lashline all this time finally slipped. Hot tears cascaded down your cheeks as you let out a small chuckle. "Thank you- both of you." You turned toward your husband. Alastor smiled brightly down at you as you brought your shaky hands up to wrap around his slender neck. You pulled his face low to meet yours halfway. Alastor took the hint, a small blush blanketing his cheeks as your lips meshed with his.Â
The kiss was tender and loving. Alastor's large palms wasted no time cupping your face. He gently wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "I've dreamt of this moment countlessly over the years we spent apart, my dear," Alastor whispered against your lips, forehead flush to yours. Your heart pounded against your ribcage from his words.Â
"Me too, Al. I can't believe this is happening right now." You giggled before Lucifer obnoxiously cleared his throat. Pulling you out of your sweet reunion with your husband. "This is lovely and all, but I upheld my side of the deal, Malastor! So you better do the same, or else I will fuck you!" Your mouth fell agape at the King of Hell's words. Alastor just tilted his head in confusion before you muttered, "Uh... I'm sure he meant to say fuck you up, my love."
"Yeah, that! Wait- what did I say?" You shook your head in disbelief as another laugh escaped you. Who would have thought the ruler of hell would be such a goofball? "Anyway, I'm gonna go! My job here is done!" With that, Lucifer took his leave out the window, humming a little tune to himself as his wings carried him through the night.Â
Alastor clutched your hand, squeezing it firmly. "Come along, my dear! It's about time you returned to your rightful home!" You nodded in agreement, releasing his hand to retrieve the bag you stashed under your bed. Suddenly, Vox's hand slipped free from Alastor's shadow tendrils. He wrapped his slender fingers around your ankle, pulling a frightened yelp from you. "After everything I've done for you... this is how you repay me?"
Vox's voice was low, wavering slightly. You could feel his glare on you. But you didn't dare to look his way. "Let go of me! I don't owe you anything, and you no longer own me. So give it up." You spat. Alastor's tendril twisted around Vox's arm, yanking it away from your ankle. The pitiful man winced as you took this opportunity to grab your things and get the fuck out of this hell hole.Â
"You'll come to regret this, sweetheart! You're mine, soul or no soul! And if I can't have you... no one can. Do you hear me?" Vox shouted at the top of his lungs as you took your husband's hand. Not daring to look back at the man you spent the last seven years chained to. "See, that's where you are wrong, chap! My darling wife was never yours to claim! Ha! How pathetic you are. Thank you for quite the pitful display!"
Alastor chuckled darkly as he took your bag for you, hoisting it over his shoulder. Without another word, Alastor's shadows surrounded you both. Taking you to a better place. The last you heard before you disappeared was Vox screaming your name along with the pitful cries of "I love you!" You felt a twinge of remorse for him, but it was fleeting.
The new scenery before you was bright and colorful. "Guys! They're back!" A cheery voice shouted. The Princess of Hell pulled you and your husband into a bear hug. "Oh, I just knew you could do it Alastor! I'm so happy that your wife is now a part of our found family!" You smiled at her words, glancing over to a rather stiff Alastor. You chuckled from his posture before another voice grabbed your attention.Â
"You two definitely make a cute couple! Who knew Mister Fancy Talk Creepy Voice had game? Kudos, man!" The feminine spider demon approached you before one of his hands took yours. "The name's Angel Dust! A pleasure to properly meet ya toots!" He bounced your hand lazily before shooting you a playful wink. You returned the kind gesture, introducing yourself with a smile.Â
"That's a pretty name. I'm Vaggie, and it's good to have you here." The petite woman gave you a small smile and a nod from where she now stood beside Charlie. You muttered a thank you before Alastor swept you up into his arms. You let out a small yelp as your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders.Â
"Alright, the meet and greet is over! My dearest and I have some lost time to make up for!" Alastor's grin never faltered as he shuffled out of the foyer and up the steps. You heard a loud whistle coming from Angel and a shout of "Don't break the bed!" from Vaggie. Which caused embarrassment to course through your veins.Â
You giggled as your husband ushered you into his bedroom. Kicking the door closed with his hoof before placing you down gently. You kept your arms secured around his shoulders as you buried your face into Alastor's chest. You breathed in his scent. Something so nostalgic yet ever-present. Alastor hummed your wedding song into your hair as his hands tapped along to the tune against your waist. "Let's dance, my darling!"Â
Alastor lifted you slightly, allowing the balls of your feet to rest on the tops of his hooves. You giggled as he began taking broad steps, twirling you around the large room. "Do you remember our wedding, dearest? Our first dance was nearly ravaged by a drunken Mimzy! Ha!" You shook your head at the memory. Husk had cut her off for the night- and let's just say the rowdy woman didn't take that too well. "How could I forget! Husker's tail tripled in size- and Mimzy uttered curses I had never even heard before!"Â
You both laughed at the memory as Alastor slowed his roll. Gazing down at you with unadulterated love swirling within his crimson eyes. His smile shrunk slightly as he brought a hand up to grasp your chin. "I truly apologize for disappearing all those years back without notice. It wasn't my decision, and if there's one thing I regret most in this world... It's making you feel like I willingly abandoned you." A frown decorated your husband's features. His eyebrows were knit in dismay.
You cooed at him, bringing your hands up to card through his two-toned locks. "It's behind us now, my love. Please, don't torture yourself anymore. I love you, and I couldn't be happier to be in your arms again!" Your gentle words tugged at his heartstrings. A small blush coated his cheeks as your fingernails grazed the base of his ears. "I love you more, my darling." The radio static in his voice was nowhere to be found. It was Alastor's true voice conveying his authentic feelings.Â
You wasted no time pulling him down for a kiss, which he happily obliged to. Your lips molded perfectly against one another. You could hear your heartbeat as Alastor caressed your waist lovingly with one hand. His other hand remained at your chin, tilting your face slightly with his grip to deepen the kiss. For being a demon in hell, it sure felt like you were in heaven at this very moment.Â
What was once lost was now found, and you couldn't be more thrilled to make up for lost time with your husband, Alastor.
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King of the ashes.
summary | Moons had passed since your last quarrel with your estranged husband, the events of Rookâs Rest bringing you together one more time.
pairing | Aemond Targaryen x oc!reader, Jacaerys Velaryon x oc!reader (platonic).
tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! Unprotected sex, PinV, arguing, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of death, Targ!cest, ANGST/little comfort, ooc Aemond (probably). SPOILERS
wordcount | 8.5K - i am so sorry
note | All the valyrian i use comes from a very shady translator so there probably are a lot of mistakes, if you have any input or helpful information pls tell me. I got really excited writing this but I feel the last part is a bit rushed, sorry about that! Any comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated! <3
Find part 1 here
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124 AC
The afternoon sun spilled its light upon the tearful eyes of prince Aemond Targaryen, almost if mocking his heartache through its refulgent heat. The young boy sheltered himself in a seemingly abandoned corridor of the Red Keep, seeking solace from the cruel hoax imposed on him during his lessons. He could still hear them, their words â âThe Pink Dreadâ. Such title roared in his ears, humiliation engulfing the silver prince as he forced his cries back into his throat. His mother had failed in her feeble attempts to comfort him, her attention focused solely on punishing his nephews for their so called savagery â even if it was clear this had Aegonâs name written all over it.
The worst part was that she had witnessed it. She hadnât laughed or joined them in their persecution, but he could not bear the thought of his weakness being exposed before her. Hers was the judgment he feared most after all, she was the only one he could truly call friend.
Aemond hadnât taken notice of a blue covered figure that watched him until she sat at his side, her weight shifting the cushions of the settee beneath them. His eyes refused to meet hers, hoping to conceal his shame as he hugged his knees against his chest. The girl stared at him in silence, her back resting on the wall whilst her feet dangled over the edge of her seat.
âAemâŠâ Aelora finally spoke, the softness in her tone melodic as a ballad.
âWhat do you want?â He asked, his voice lacking its usual warmth.
She had been made aware of Aemondâs displeasure concerning the dearth of a dragon to call his own through countless protests, his state being one of constant anger towards what he deemed his fault. It was also known by her that he would grow to be the most estimable dragonrider of them all, for none were devoted to learning and practicing as he was â it was only a matter of patience. Thus, when Aeloraâs eyes caught sight of the swine inside the dragonpit, her brothers knew their motherâs chastening would be nothing compared to hers.
âMy brothers are fools, I wish to apologize on their behalf.â She brought her hand to hold his, a gesture of innocent assurance.
âYou did not deserve it.â
The boy slowly drifted his eyes from the window to lay his gaze upon her, his heartbeat quavering at her touch. Nevertheless, her kind words couldnât erase his shortcomings â he couldnât accept charity for his ridicule, he wouldnât.
âI⊠I have no need for your pity.â As much as he tried, he failed to stop woe from consuming his voice, as well as his demeanor.
âI donât pity you.â Grasping his hand tighter, she looked at him through furrowed brows.
âYou shall have a dragon. One even bigger than Sunfyre, I know it! In the meantime you can help me with Lyrrax, even fly with me once sheâs big enough!â
It was evident her enthusiasm was a childish one, an effort to install hope over the sorrow that buried his thoughts â but she had no care for it. She noticed as a smile pulled at the corners of his lips, even as he tried to suppress it. She wasnât the one who owed him an apology, and yet there she was, offering her own dragon for an olive branch. His gaze flickered down at their hands, her smaller one over his, and he intertwined their fingers. The tension in his shoulders visibly eased, for Aeloraâs presence was reassuring and tender.
âYou truly believe I'll claim one?â He asked, unable to hide the fleeting shadow of optimism that burned in his eyes.
âI am certain of it. We are Targaryens, the blood of the dragon. You just havenât found the right one for you.â A smile crept its way onto her face, her cheeks rosy and plump with eagerness.
Aemond scanned the girl before him, his expression almost vulnerable. The feeling of indignity was one familiar to the young boy and he had enough of it. He contemplated her words for a moment, and for once allowed himself to consider she might be right.
âPerhaps you're right. Perhaps I lack patience.â He let out a deep breath, as if letting go of the bitterness that had taken hold of him.
âYou would do well to remember Iâm always right.â The smug grin on her face earned herself only a rolling of eyes in response.
âCome on. I know something that will lift your spirits.â
Her words had barely escaped her lips before she burst through the corridor, tugging the princeâs hand as they ran. Hurried footsteps clashed against cold stone as Aelora strided through the maze of indistinguishable aisles, her gaze occasionally flickering towards the boy behind her. The smile that stubbornly weld itself onto Aemondâs face had transformed into a beaming grin, the sound of her angelic giggles clipping away the sullenness from his features.
A deafening thump alerted the prince of their whereabouts, the wide entry of her bedchamber welcoming him inside. He stepped in and curiously observed as she struggled to close the wooden doors, trapping the pair of them in concealment. The calling gesture of the princess hand woke him from his trance as he marched towards the illustrated wall beside her bed.
âWait, what are you doing?â His head tilted in confusion whilst he fixated his lilac eyes on her hands. Her palm grazed the intricate designs on the stone, finally encountering the familiar crease on the surface â she pushed it, a dimly lit passageway staring back at him.
âIts Maegorâs secret tunnels!â
Aemond's bewilderment had quickly given way to wonder and awe. The maesters had taught him legends of Maegor's construction schemes, rumored to be an intricate labyrinth hidden beneath the Red Keep, but he never dreamed he would get to see them for himself.
âWhat?! How in the Seven Hells did you find them?âHe asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
âA fortunate accident.â She shrugged.
âI was hoping to find the way to your apartments and surprise you but I reckon it cannot be done anymore.â
âYouâre mad!â His gaze quickly flickered back to Aelora.
His eyes, violet in the soft daylight that cascaded through the nearby window, studied her almost warily, as if to gauge a reaction from her. He received no such thing. The princess brought her hand to his once again, carefully establishing themselves inside the narrow corridor as the heavy stone shut behind the two. Aemond allowed himself to be pulled along, not even protesting in favour of the tunnel. He observed the strange architecture through their route, the dim light that filtered through small gaps, and the strange cobwebs that had taken form. The limb that remained in hers seemed to squeeze it almost possessively â out of fear, or out of eagerness, Aelora could likely tell.
The hairs atop the young royalsâ heads twirled at the light breeze that embraced them, the scent of saltwater filling their nostrils. A moss covered archway revealed a small, damp cavern. As they entered, rugged walls formed by weathered rock surrounded them and an opening that lead directly onto the beach offered a panoramic view of the shoreline and the rolling waves beyond. Beams of sunlight streamed in through gaps, illuminating the cave's interior with a soft, ambient glow. Their feet grazed the sandy floor underneath them, scattered with small shells and pebbles, remnants of the sea's presence. Inside the serene and veiled space, a true connection between land and ocean can be felt â a fitting discovery for a princess of House Velaryon.
Aeloraâs brown orbs searched for the boyâs lilac ones, a wide grin spread on her face as she squeezed his hand tenderly.
âSo⊠What do you make of it?â
Aemond was quietly impressed, his head tilting back to look up at the ceiling of the cave, eyes roaming across the stalactites that hanged over them, a small gasp escaping his pink lips. He slowly peeled his hand from the princess, walking over to the opening to look out at the sea.
âHow â how did you find this place?â The young prince questioned softly, his head turning back to look at her with an almost admiring gaze.
âIt is unimportant. We can confine ourselves here whenever we like! The others do not know about it â Iâm halfway certain no one does.â
A small, pleased smile tugged on his features just at the thought of using the cave as a hideaway; a private place, just for himself and Aelora. He hums quietly under his breath, in slight agreement.
âOur secret?â He extend his pinky towards her, indicating for her to do the same.
âOurs.â She smiled as she locked their fingers together in a silent promise.
A silent minute exchanged itself between the pair, the linger of a childish oath tickling their skin. The future memory would cling to their hearts for years to come, a longing fondness drowning them each and every time â except they had no knowledge of it as of the moment, being too focused on the possible amusement that would certainly come from the cavernâs discovery.
âI can best you to the shore!â Aemond wasted no time as he sprinted to approach the broken waves at the end of the beach.
âWait!â She shouted, avidly picking up her pace to match the boyâs, his long limbs giving him a considerable advantage over the girl behind him.
It had been an entire afternoon of nothing but running, chasing, and exploring together. The young prince had forgotten his troubles and worries completely, instead focusing on the thrill of catching a slippery, wiggling sand crab. The cold feeling of the seawater against his skin didnât bother him either, nor did the wind whipping at his silver hair as they sat building sandcastles. By the time dusk began to settle, the two children had become completely filthy with sand, mud, and water. Their garments were most likely ruined from the seaweedâs smell, fact that would assuredly earn them serious reprimands from their mothers. Yet, he could not remember a time when he felt so alive.
As they returned to the cave, the sunsetâs glow reflected in the wet stones inside, a sense of comfort enveloping the rock-strewn cavity. Aeloraâs gaze fell upon the young prince before her, his valyrian grace never yielding to his disheveled appearance. She observed as he bent down, a sharp ore emerging in his hand.
âWhat are you doing?â She questioned through a mess of rumpled braids.
Aemond glanced up to look at her, smiling softly. With careful movements, the boy carved into the rock, his free hand resting against the stone wall for balance. After a moment, the four letters of their initials were carved into the stone. The scribbles âA.T.â and âA.V.â were jagged and a bit uneven, but still clearly visible.
âLeaving a marking⊠to remember.â
---
129 AC
Bleeding. Bruised. Brokenhearted. Those were the exact words to describe the state in which princess Aelora Velaryon arrived at Dragonstone. The crimson liquid that gushed out of her right side was courtesy of a Kingsguard during his desperate attempts to put a stop to her fleeing â the remnants of his white cloak hanging from Lyrraxâs teeth were evidence of the retribution he earned. The loyal she-dragon landed crudely, sharp claws sinking in the placid sand as her screeches blended with her riderâs whimpers. The princess could sense the pain inside the beastâs mind, their unbreakable connection making their emotions into one.
Pellets of rain grazed her face as she crawled up the endless stairs towards the peak of the islet, the translucent droplets mixing with tears of her own. The young womanâs sobs were filled with tales of disloyalty. She had betrayed her family, her duty, and worst of all, she had been betrayed by him. The one who stood before the gods of Old Vayria and pledged his unyielding love for her. The one who she had deemed worthy of the deserting of her kin. The one who promised her a future beyond the carnage of war. And yet he was the first to commence bloodshed. Her devotion had not been enough to subdue Aemondâs thirst for revenge â but how she wished that it had.
The mud on the soles of her shoes stuck to the stone floor, leaving behind a trail of shame as she entered the intimidating fortress. Her name and titles thundered inside her ears as the voice of a guard announced her arrival, though she hadnât actually heard him. Her tormented psyche fevered with dread, fearful of the reactions she would receive due the forsaking of her own blood. All the eyes of her motherâs Small Counsel widened at the sight of the princess, distress and grief scattered across their faces. Her gaze flickered to the silvery locks on Raenyraâs head, the womanâs back turned to the room.
Aeloraâs steps were slow and somber, as if her soul had faded and the lifeless carcass of who she was moved against her wishes. She skipped past Daemon at her motherâs side, lacking the nerve to meet his stare. Finally, she reached the bereaved woman before her, brown meeting lilac in a lachrymose gaze. Their pale hands intertwined in haste, and the once composed tears transformed into loud sobs as the young princess collapsed to her knees, begging for Rhaenyraâs forgiveness. Blood and teardrops met in the Black Queenâs dress, staining it as she knelt in front of her daughter. She brought up her palm to caress the side of the young womanâs face, the maternal touch conveying a juvenile yearning in Aeloraâs heart.
âOh my sweet girl.â Her mother whispered as anguish imbued her words.
---
The moons that followed Lukeâs death were arduous for the princess, constantly having to prove herself before the family that once accepted her. Rhaena and Rhaenyra had silently recognized Aeloraâs circumstances, acknowledging she grieved for a husband as well as a brother. Baela had hesitated in the endorsing of her cousin but surrendered to her pleads nonetheless. Daemon barely addressed his wifeâs daughter, his hatred for his nephew fused inside the resentful stares he gave her. Despite her best efforts to cope with her standing, it was Jacaerysâ unyielding disregard for his sister that slayed the womanâs hope of mending their bond. The storm behind the princeâs eyes was well hidden inside his stoic expressions, seemingly unaffected by Aeloraâs prayers for his recognition. It was only in the afternoon before their grandmotherâs departure for Rookâs Rest that the siblings found each other.
The soft rustle of parchment echoed through the otherwise silent library, a salty breeze infiltrating itself through the window. The princess sat by the unlit fireplace as her gaze swept across the leather-bound books scattered inside the numerous shelves, each and all replete with the history of House Targaryen. The smell of dusty, old tomes was a bitter comfort in the midst of her morose silence. She had accustomed herself to this moments of solitude, seeking solace inside her soul. At heart, her deepest fantasies scampered free, picturing a simpler life as a commoner â untethered by the Targaryen name and relieved from the torment of the constant shadow of war.
Aelora was chased back into reality as Jacaerysâ presence made itself known. The young man invaded the room like a blizzard, his cold glare locking upon her figure as she rested over the armrest of the settee. Her eyes glistened with heartache once she felt how profoundly hostile her brother had become, turning on his heel to abandon her presence. The womanâs voice trembled as she spoke, her words pleading and vulnerable.
"Jacaerys, wait...please."
He halted, his shoulders tense as he looked back at her. The expression on his face was hard to read, a mixture of ire and pain etched into his features.
"What do you want, Aelora?" His voice was cold, the distance between them palpable.
"Have I stooped so low in your graces that my presence offends you? We are family, Jacaerys. Can we not even speak?" Her voice was laced with a hint of desperation as she asked.
"You ask for words as if they could undo what has already been done." His expression hardened, his jaw tightening at her words.
Aelora got to her feet, her legs trembling under her weight. He spoke as if it had been her to murder Luke, not Aemond. Her eyes met his as she stood, her voice wavering with a mix of sorrow and anger.
âDo you truly believe I have not been made aware of that?!â
âEvery day of my miserable existence is plagued by guilt. I close my eyes at night yet sleep eludes me, for the ghost of Luke haunts my every thought!â She grew restless at every word, tears forming in her brown orbs as she gestured frantically through phrases.
âI know I failed him, as I failed you and our family⊠But don't forget I too lost a brother that day.â
Jacaerys stood frozen in place, his grief still bubbling within him and yet his heart ached at the sight of his sister's tears. Her words cut through him like a dagger, his own teardrops threatening to fall.
"Luke is gone, Aelora, and your presence here only serves as a reminder of that fact." He took a step backwards, his jaw clenching as he struggled to control his emotions.
âYou cannot blame me for what was not my doing. I was Aemondâs wife, not his conscience â albeit my best efforts.â
"But you married our enemies, sister! Do you truly believe your actions have no consequences?"
"You stood by while they plotted against us and our family. How can I not blame you, when you chose to bind your fate to theirs?" A hint of anger flashed in Jacaerys' mournful eyes as he continued.
âi admit i have made my bed and I must lie in it, but you speak of matters you do not understand.â She crossed her arms over her chest, as if she could shield herself from his hatred.
âHe swore to meâŠâ Her voice cracked, heartbreak swallowing her words.
âHe swore to avoid this â to stop this insane feud. He is an oathbreaker as well as a kinslayer and he made me a fool!â
The room was still tense but as Aelora's sobbing grew heavier, something shifted within Jacaerys. He stepped closer to his sister, and without a word, pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. His body was warm against her chilly frame as he held her close, almost protectively. Their grievances seemed to dissolve in that moment, replaced only by a shared sorrow as her tears dampened his shoulder.
âDo you hold love for him, still?â He whispered.
âOnly for the memory of who he used to be.â
The prince held Aelora a little tighter at her admission, his chin resting on the top of her head as they remained locked in their embrace. He could feel the weight of her broken heart and the ache it left her with. His wrath had dimmed, replaced by a sense of care and familial loyalty.
"Memories are not enough⊠Promise to break him should you get the chance"
âI will.â
Neither of them knew, but she lied.
Rhaenys, The Queen Who Never Was, met her fate by the hands of the newly appointed Prince Regent, Aemond Targaryen.
Meleys, The Red Queen, had her head paraded through the streets of Kingâs Landing.
And Aelora, Aemondâs beloved nightmare, sent him a raven.
âWe must speak. Find me at ghostâs hour where salt meets memory.
A.V.â
---
The stars twinkled outside the formidable walls of Dragonstone, nightfall enveloping the island in its deep shadows. The approach of ghostâs hour disrupted the princessâ heartbeat inside her chest, her previous conviction giving way to fright as she slithered into the network of caves where the dragons nested. Aelora called out to Lyrrax, her voice wavering with a mixture of stress and uncertainty. As the great beast appeared before her, its wings unfurling, she couldn't help but wonder why she had sent the meeting request at all.
The dragonâs own tension could be felt through her scales as the princess climbed onto its back, the weight of her decision settling on them like a heavy cloak. As they soared through the night sky, Aelora's thoughts were consumed by memories of Aemond and his treachery. The image of him flying over her grandmotherâs corpse haunted her mind â the cold, merciless expression he conveyed twisting her guts. She questioned her own judgement in seeking him out, even as her heart yearned for the man who once pledged his undying love and protection. She looked back at Dragonstone, its familiar walls and towers illuminated by the silvery moonlight; she was abandoning her blood for him once again. The princess could only surmise she was either possessed by madness or a true lovelorn fool.
The frigid roar of wind traveled across her face as Lyrraxâs wings scraped over the tideâs surface, saltwater droplets cutting into her skin as well as her pride. She knew her grandmother would never forgive her for this, it was likely none would; she was an idiotic excuse for a Targaryen if she thought seeking the slayer of so many of her kin was justifiable. The burden of loss hung heavily on Aelora's soul as she took in the landscape before her. The faces of Rhaenys and Luke, forever etched in her mind, fueled a mix of anger and trepidation inside the young woman. Her thoughts swirled with a maelstrom of emotions as she soared towards him, recollections of the past playing out like a tragic play as her brown orbs focused upon the once affectionate site of Kingâs landing.
With practiced grace, Aelora guided the dragon into a smooth descent, its blue wings beating against the air as its claws set down on the shore of Blackwater Bay. The sound of their landing was muffled by the night, its velvety darkness swallowing the pair by the quiet that enveloped the world like a thick, black blanket. The crash of the waves greeted the princessâ ears as she dismounted, struggling to catch her breath and steady her emotions. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the young woman caught sight of the familiar cave that laid ahead, its entrance like a dark maw in the cliffside. The jagged edges were illuminated by the silvery glow of the moon, sending shadows dancing across the rocky surface.
Bittersweetness engulfed Aeloraâs frame as the memories memories of her secret rendezvouses with Aemond brimmed in her mind. Every step she took towards the cave was like a blow to her legs, feeling shaky and unsteady. Doubt gnawed at her spirit as if a persistent rat, her stomach flipping with every crunch of the sand beneath her feet. Yet, she pushed forward, determination fueling the princess even as her disheveled heartbeat hammered against her ribcage.
The sight of Aemond standing amongst the shadows caught Aelora off guard, the dim light emanating through the cave's entrance barely illuminating his form â she had thought to be the first to arrive. Before she could stop it, a slight gasp escaped her lips and her eyes widened in disbelief. He looked different, somehow. He seemed further villainous and wearied, the once familiar spark in his eye now replaced by a bold robustness. His sharp and handsome features were now harder, almost rugged, as if her absence had left its mark on him. Swallowing hard, she acknowledged the stark contrast between the nostalgic sentiment that nearly overcame her a moment ago and the tense silence that now enveloped them. They stood opposite each other mutely, both frozen and locked in each otherâs gaze.
âWife.â He greeted, his voice grazing her earlobes like the finest of silks.
âThat title does not fit me any longer.â She replied coldly.
His lilac eye examined Aeloraâs frame from head to toe, her cloak hiding black leather garments â most likely dragonriding attire. She looked skinnier than he recalled, the shadows only enhancing the redness of her eyes. Aemond could not help but wonder whether she had been weeping during her journey there, grief tackling her psyche as well as her build. The princess demeanor turned stiff, arms crossing as she stood clearly on edge.
âYou remain mine, before gods and men.â His gaze flickered with something akin to resentment.
âKinslaying is a rather suitable ground for an annulment, i should think.â She said, removing the cloak from her head, allowing her braid to cascade over her shoulder.
He froze, the muscles on his neck and jaw tensed. His first reaction is one of anger, clenching his fist as he prepared hateful words inside his throat. But as he looked her in the eye, his wrath melted away into something much more dangerous and devastating â something fragile. All he could see was the girl he grew up with, the girl who stood by him at his boyhood. The woman who whispered sweet nothings amongst the vows of their wedding. The woman who played silly songs on the harp and sang with the loveliest voice he'd ever heard. The wife who's hands he dreamed of at night.
âSo eager to rid yourself of the shame affixed to my reputation⊠And yet, you request my presence with equal vigor.â He stood with his hands behind his back, swallowing any desires that threatened to get the better of him.
âIt is my understanding you have become Prince Regent.â She tried to ignore his jabs, the truthfulness they held hitting a sore point inside Aelora.
âThe betrayal of your brother becomes you. Yet another broken oath in your conquest for the throne.â She returned his insults, the knowledge of his ambition stirring something within the prince.
âYou speak of broken oaths. And what ought I call the oaths you have broken? The promises we made when we married in front of Heleana and the Gods?â His one eye darkened, taking a step forward as he kept his tone controlled.
âYour hypocrisy is staggering.â He shook his head, jaw clenched as he spoke.
âMy hypocrisy?!â She could feel the anger boiling her blood, as if fire consuming wood.
âYour sanctimonious preaches fail to erase your true nature, Aemond. Naming yourself Targaryen whilst the sigil of our house is paraded through the streets as if some vainglorious prize of war!â Her voice turned to screeches as it echoed through the stone walls of the cave.
âYou may call me a bastard if you wish to, but my blood honors Old Valyria far more than yours.â
Aemondâs hand shot to her wrist, gripping it tight enough to leave marks on the skin underneath. His single eye was wild and livid, the scar around it turning his gaze even more menacing. He moved a step closer, the scent of him overwhelming her â mint and leather mixed with a hint of smoke, the familiar essence blurred her senses in a wave of longing. The princess hid her weakening behind a wrath curtain, the disdain she held for the twisted version of him that now stood before her casting their love aside.
âWatch your tongue, Aelora.â
âOr else? Will your murder me as you did my brother? My grandmother? I can see the conquerorâs dagger in itâs seath, evidence of yet another attempt at fratricide!â She accused him further.
âHave you not done enough? Must you ravage our family and yourself in your thirst for power?â
The hand that gripped her wrist traveled up to the back of her head, grabbing the braided hair. Yanking it softly, he pulled Aelora even closer, his lilac orb flickering over her expression.
âI am Prince Regent as the Gods intended.â He hissed into her ear, a dangerous edge to his voice.
âMy reign, unlike that of Aegon, will be glorious â my rule absolute. And you, wife, will be by my side when I sit on the Iron Throne.â
Aeloraâs eyes betrayed her as water began to brim in their edges, a horrified gleam passing through her forming tears. A hand cupped his left cheek as she scanned him, a desperate search for the man he once was. The man she longed for each night. The man who was the source of greater heartache than she had ever felt in her life. The man who was also the root of her most joyous moments.
âYour ambition shall be your demise, husband. I was yours before all of this, before your perverseness overcame your affection for me.â
âThe crown may sit upon your brow, but i have sufficiently torn my heart to shreads in my attempts to remove you â even if you are my weakness, I will never belong by your side once more.â
âNo wrath or cruelty is capable of subduing my craving of you, issa vÄzos (my sun).â He leaned into her touch, letting his eye flutter at the feeling of the soft skin of her palm against his cold cheek.
In that moment of contact, he seemed so vulnerable, and much younger than his years. He was weak. A pathetic, love-sick man, and he could not bring himself to care. Aemond leaned his head against hers, their foreheads connecting as his gaze softened.
âI am plagued by thoughts of you and I, each reminiscence a torment to my soul.â
âCome back to me, be my Queen and rule by my side. Our love will be known forever through the Seven Kingdoms, your belly swollen with our child ensuring our line shall never be forgotten.â
There was a moment of silence as Aelora absorbed his words. He was offering her a chance at a life she had dreamed of, one full of passion and legacy as their offspring lived on after them. But it would be an existence consumed by greed, she knew it. There could be no going back after what he had done; Lucerys would never be uncle to her progeny and Rhaenys wouldnât be there to counsel her through hardships. Their family was torn from the beginning, the tapestry of their lives further lacerated by his actions. And she couldnât betray her blood again.
âI would do anything for you.â He begged.
âWould your bend the knee to my mother?â Her voice was shaky as the lachrymose gaze she held shattered, its translucent shards falling through her cheeks.
"I will give you anything. Anything within my power to give." His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
"But not my crown."
âThen there shall be naught left to ask, issa hĆ«ra (my moon).â She sent him a smile, albeit a woeful one.
Aemond opened his mouth to protest, but knew it would be in vain. He was so close to her that he could feel her breath on his lips, the feeling slowly driving him mad. He had imagined Aeloraâs face, her curves and her voice each night he had been forced to spend alone â and here she was, right before him, but he couldnât have her. The thought of how this could be the last time he held her without being shoved away made him pull her to him, his arms wrapping around her like vines.
The princess found herself unable to resist as she pressed her head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting presence in the silent cavern. She clung to him tightly, her fingers gripping his clothing like a lifeline in a storm-tossed sea. For a moment, they stood there, holding each other without a word. The moons of distance melted away, replaced by a shared sense of desperate longing to be close again. Despite the comfort and familiarity of his embrace, she knew deep down that he would never surrender â his path set on the course of war and the bloodshed it entailed. The pain and loss they had faced would forever stand between them, but it did not matter tonight. Concealed by shadows inside the stone walls surrounding them, their grievances and broken oaths would dim at the radiance of their burning passion. For a brief moment, the pair would be one once more.
Aeloraâs head parted from the warmth of his frame as her gaze followed the line of Aemond's jaw, her brown orbs traveling upward until they reached his mouth. A sharp breath hitched within her throat as she remembered the soft touch of his lips against hers, butterflies rattling in her stomach. In that moment, she was transported back to the blissful months of their marriage, when their intimacies were full of love and promise. The need to feel the familiar touch of his skin against hers consuming every inch of her being.
The princeâs mind and body were on fire. He could feel her gaze raking over him, like a caress to his spirit. The mere sight of his estranged wife in his arms making his heart pound wildly in his chest. His good eye watched her mouth as she swallowed, his one trackmindedness fixated on everything about her. He could see the memories, the same ones he saw every night, flashing through her gaze. His fingers reached up to brush a strand of her brown hair aside, her once perfect braid now half done as the long locks threaten to escape. His hand trembled with how badly he wanted to feel her body, to trace his hands over her curves and kiss her neck, as he had done countless times before.
Aelora's restraint snapped with a sharp tug as she pulled him down towards her, their lips finally meeting in a desperate, ardent kiss. A muffled gasp left her lips at the familiar touch, her body responding instinctively as she pressed herself against him, hungrily devouring his taste. The princeâs sense of control collapsed like a house of cards, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he held her close. He was a man starved, his palms roaming over her frame, as if trying to commit every curve to memory.
Aemond's hands began to roam under her cloak, his fingers tracing over the round hips hidden underneath. He could feel the heat of her desire through the thick fabric, his own body aching to devour her whole. The fingers on his left hand fiddled over the clasp of her mantle, yearning overcoming his senses as he tossed the fabric onto the delicate sand.
Before he was able to protest, Aelora broke their kiss. Her eyes glistened with arousal as she watched his lips, reddened and bruised from the hastiness of their embrace. Her nimble hands found the buckle of her leather doublet, shivering as the absence of the rougher material revealed her chemise underneath. The sheer linen did little to protect the princessâ frame from the cold breeze that made its way through the caveâs entrance, her nipples stiffening at the feeling. The young woman felt no grief for her modesty as Aemondâs eye watched her carefully, a glimpse of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. She continued to undress, slender fingers slowly untying the laces on her breeches. Her boots met the rest of her dragonriding garments on the jagged rocks by the cavernâs wall, leaving the princess in only her smallclothes.
The silver prince was left breathless by her actions, completely entranced by the sight of her exposed chest, every contour of her body on display through the translucent fabric. His eye drank in the sight and he could feel his blood rushing to a southernmost point. He wanted to worship her, to kiss and nibble her skin â to make her cry out his name until the only thing she could remember was the feel of him against herself. At this moment, he was no longer Aemond Targaryen, Prince Regent and Protector of the Realm; he was a dog at her heel, eager for her calling. His gaze never left hers, staring at her vulnerable state as he mirrored her actions. First he removed his baldric, steel clinking as his dagger and sword fell to the ground. Then, he slowly undid the various buckles on his black jerkin, his breeches following suit. He did not waver as her brown eyes found his stiffened manhood; for he hadnât cared to remain in concealment as she did.
Aeloraâs gaze followed her husband as he approached her again, his hands reaching out and his fingers gently sliding up her bare thigh. She felt him press further into her, his cock pushing itself snugly against her core. He leaned in until his mouth was just beside her ear, his breath warm against her neck as he bit the skin softly. There was no denying she was his, her soul forever branded by his sinful devotion; the princess would never trust a kinslayer twice over, but she couldnât help but love him.
âVestragon aoâre ñuhon. (Say youâre mine.)â His voice was barely a whisper but it was as much a command as a plead.
âVestragon aoâre nykeÄdrosa ñuhon, gÄ«da sepÄr syt kiza bantis. (Say youâre still mine, even just for tonight)â.
âNyke aĆhon. Äva tubis Ćños. (I am yours. Until daylight)â. She answered, lips trembling as the words escaped her.
A primal possessiveness engulfed the one eyed prince, the part that had always longed for her roaring in victory. At that very moment, he felt that there was nothing in this world that he would not do for her. He took her mouth in another kiss, their tongues clashing in a more feral and desperate manner. Aemond lifted her, his calloused hands digging into her plump arse as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her fingers gripped at his silver locks, his sudden responde sending waves of languor across her limbs. He moved her onto the cloak that was on the ground, the velvety sand welcoming her weight over the fabric as he covered her body with his.
Aemond continued his path of kisses down her body, his hands wandering over her breasts and waist and his mouth leaving more marks in its path. He could feel Aelora shudder in anticipation, her hips arching against his as he moved closer to her core, the air heavy with the scent of her nectar. He halted, taking in the sight of her before him. It had been so long â too long â since he had laid eyes upon her like this, and he relished in the way she already looked completely wrecked by his touch alone. The prince finally reached his ultimate goal, his lips finding her mound as he licked a stripe across the sensitive flesh. He let out a low moan at the taste of her sweet ambrosia on his tongue, a loud whimper emanating from her lungs in response.
The young womanâs hair laid carelessly on the ground, grains of sand intertwining into the brown mess as she arched her back in pleasure. She cried out as he grabbed her thighs, spreading her further apart and burying his face between her legs, his tongue exploring her in ways she had missed for many moons. He could not get enough of her, his lips and tongue trailing silent prayers over her most sensitive spot as his name left her lips. She felt her walls clench as he barged inside her cunt with a long finger, adjusting to the once familiar feeling. Shivers ran down her spine in satisfaction as Aemond synchronized his movements, the overwhelming pleasure bringing stars to her eyes.
A lilac eye never left her face, watching every expression that played across her features. Her mouth parted in pleasure, each gasp and moan fueling the fire of the princeâs own arousal. He had longed to see her like this, writhing underneath him, his name on her lips and his touch on her skin. The memories of her had haunted him in his nights alone, but now, in this moment, he was finally able to worship her like the god given treasure that she was.
Aelora's cries grew more intense, her hips bucking against Aemond's skilled mouth as pleasure mounted within her. Her thighs trembled slightly, its muscles tensing in anticipation of the release that was quickly approaching. Each touch and movement only served to bring her closer to the precipice of pleasure.
A loud cry echoed through the cavern as she climaxed, her body shuddering and her fingers digging into the ground in a desperate attempt to anchor herself. As the waves of ecstasy washed over her, she felt as though she had been transported to another realm. The connection between them was somehow stronger than it had ever been before, their souls dancing to a passionate melody.
When Aelora finally gasped for air, the prince slowly moved up from her core, his body hovering over hers. He watched as she recovered from the rapture he had given her with a dark and vainglorious smirk. With his elbow holding himself over her, he pulled her leg to rest on his hip as his eye scanned her features. Her hand moved to cup his cheek, the tip of her finger caressing his reddened scar as she furrowed her brows.
âNyke gaomagon regret ziry. Skoros nyke vestretan se mĆrÄ« jÄda. (I do regret it. What I said the last time.)â She apologized, regret brimming in her brown orbs.
Aemond leaned into her touch, his good eye closing at the gentle touch of her hand against his skin, it felt nearly as soothing as a balm to his weary heart. The mention of the title she had bestowed upon him sent a chill through his spine, his monstrous behavior had earned the words even if they had maimed him. His face turned to press a soft kiss into her palm, before opening his eye to look at her again.
âIt is of no importance.â His voice was rough and low as he spoke.
Aelora softly tugged at the straps of his eyepatch, earning a trembling exhale from him in response. The touch of her delicate fingers on his malady sent a wave of fear through his spirit. She removed piece of leather, revealing the puckered, scarred skin where his eye had once been. He found himself unable to look at her for a moment, the feeling of vulnerability consuming him in the dim light of the cave. The princess looked deeply into the sapphire gem in his socket, tenderness engulfing the kiss she placed upon it.
Aemond's touch was gentle as he took her lips in his, not waiting for her response as he gripped her hip and turned her on her stomach. His eye roamed over the expanse of her back, tracing his fingers over the smooth surface of her skin, leaving a trail of gentle caresses in its path. It was a stark contrast to the frenzied way he had touched her previously, this touch was far more tender, almost reverent in nature. His body pressed against hers as the length of his manhood rested on the small of her back, buring into her skin. He leaned down, his mouth finding her ear as he moved closer.
âAzantys ñuha sindigho, issa vÄzos. (I have missed you desperately, my sun)â. His breath was warm against her skin as he whispered.
Aelora arched her back as she felt the tip of his cock breeching her dampened slit, her knees propping her hip upwards in search of contact. His arm reached under her, squeezing one of her peaks as he fully entered her. The pair let out breathless moans as Aemond moved against her, leaving no time for her adjustment. The sting of pain she felt had been nothing compared to the ecstasy of his length inside her, finding herself unable to focus on anything but the feeling of being around him.
The princeâs thrusts grew harder, his body moving against hers in a rhythm that was both frenzied and yet somehow controlled. Her moans and sighs filled the air, his own breaths coming quick and sharply as he took her with a wild abandon. He buried his face in her neck, biting down on the soft flesh as his hands buried into her hips.
âAvy jorrÄelan. (I love you)â Aelora murmured between ragged moans, her hand reaching to grasp his hair.
His eye widened slightly at her words, a thrill rushing through him at having heard them coming from her lips once again. His lips found the base of her jawline, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin. His cock kept reaching further into her cunt as their flesh moved together with a rhythmic thrust, like the rise and fall of waves on the shore.
âAvy jorrÄelan. Avy jorrÄelan. Avy jorrÄelan.â Aemond mumbled repeatedly in between thrusts, his words a fierce declaration of their love. He continued moving inside her, his heart racing in his ribcage as his pleasure overcame physical bounds.
Every thing about this moment was singled out from any other they had shared. The grief, pain and betrayal that coursed through their marriage dissipated amongst the dragon fire that burned within the pair. It all faded away, and all that was left was this, the feel of her skin against his, the sound of his muffled whimpers in her ear, the desperate way he repeated her name over and over. This moment felt like the calm in the middle of a storm, a rustle of the ashes of their love.
Aemond could feel his peak building, his movements becoming more urgent and frantic as he chased the pleasure he sought. His breaths came out in ragged pants, mingling with the sounds of her gasps in the air as his length clashed inside her. Aelora sensed the twitching of his manhood, threatening to spill his release inside her walls. The mere thought tightened the knot that had formed in her belly, reaching the edge of her desire.
Aemond sent a few more thrusts into the brown haired woman underneath him before both found their release simultaneously, their movements slowing as they both rode out of the ecstatic trance that washed over them. The princeâs face was buried in Aeloraâs neck, a guttural moan escaping him at the force of his own pleasure. Her body shivered at the feeling of his seed drowning her cunt, pearly tears streaming down her leg as she whimpered.
The lovers stayed silent in an adoring embrace after he disconnected their bodies, a wave of comfort washing over them. For a while they simply laid there, basking in the afterglow of their passion, their frames entwined in a tangle of limbs. It was a strange sort of peace, one that they both knew wouldn't last once the sun rose â but for the moment, they were content. The night stretched on, each hour passing in a blur of whispered words and slow hands. Aemond and Aelora clang to one another, as if they could melt into one if they only held tightly enough. The threat of daylight and the inevitable parting loomed over them like a dark cloud on the horizon, anguish settling inside their hearts.
As the hour of the nightingale approached over their secret sanctuary, the prince and princess began to break away from the blissful haven that enveloped them. There were no words to be spoken as they both dressed silently, the sound of rustling fabric and soft breaths filling the air between them. The weight of war and the knowledge that this moment was fleeting hung heavily in the air. Aemond felt a pang in his chest as he looked towards her, a mute wish in his heart that they could stay like this. To be locked in this moment forever, away from the world that demanded so much from them. But he knew that was not possible. Soon, they would have to return to their duties and obligations â this feeling would become nothing more than a memory.
As they stood before each other fully clothed, their eyes met in a bereaved gaze â sorrow for the love they shared engulfing them. Aelora stepped closer to him, holding his hand softly, almost in a cowardly manner. She had no words for the man who was her everything, the man who had her in every way possible, and she was ashamed of it. His free hand moved hesitantly to hold her cheek, his eye flickering over her face, taking in every feature. He wanted to burn the image of her into his mind, to remember every detail about her, down to the smallest freckle on her nose. His thumb traced her soft skin as he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, as if to say âI will be with you foreverâ. Tears began to form at the corners of her brown orbs as she abandoned his touch. The sound of the rustling sand underneath her feet echoed through the cave as she reached its entrance, her form never escaping his stare.
She halted at the stone archway, her silhouette framed by the soft silver light of the moon. The night air was cool on her skin as she turned to look back at Aemond, the feel of their passion still lingering in the air. For a moment, they simply stood there, eyes meeting in the darkness. She ached to say something, to find the words to convey the maelstrom of emotions that raged within her. In the end, she simply smiled, bittersweet and knowing.
âShould we meet on the battlefield, I canât hesitate.â Her voice came out a whisper.
âI wonât hesitate to kill you.â She repeated, to herself or to him â Aemond didnât know.
The princeâs breath had grown a little shallow at her words, a frown forming on his face. The idea of their next encounter being on the battlefield, facing off against each other like enemies was a thought that pained him, even though he knew it was a possibility. He wanted to tell her that he wouldnât hesitate either, that he would fight her with everything he had if they ever met in battle, but the words stuck in his throat. He simply nodded in acknowledgement.
Once again, she left him. Aemond would be a King without a Queen, half of his soul forsaken in his search for power. It had to be worth it.
Bur they wouldnât meet again, not in the context of war or any other.
She would meet her demise alongside her brother in the Battle of The Gullet. Fighting hard like a Strong, dying besides her dragon like a Targaryen and laying to rest at sea like a Velaryon.
He would grow mad at her perishing, ire overcoming his every sense. And he would eventually be slayed by her stepfather at The Battle Above Godâs Eye.
Their love was epic, a fierce tale of forbidden passion that would never be written about inside history books. The only legacy they would leave behind had been scribbled onto a stone wall years before.
A.T. & A.V.
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