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But There’s No Better Love [5/?]
Pairing: Sherlolly
Summary: “Come back to bed.”
Words: 304
Notes: A series of short fics.
Tagging: @mousedetective
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Molly woke to an empty bed, she blinked as she noticed that Sherlock was staring outside, his back turned to her. "Sherlock? Is something wrong?"
"Did I wake you?" Was the response, even if Sherlock did not turned.
"No." She admitted. "I repeat, is something wrong?"
"Not really," Sherlock spoke low. "I just woke and felt restless, but I did not wanted to go and play the violin. I don't know what is wrong with me."
She felt for him, he had finished his latest case a couple of days ago and he had not received another request that fit his idea of a challenge and now, he was bored. "Come back to bed."
Sherlock turned to look at her, raised a brow. "If I do, all I will end up doing is tossing and turning, but I don't want to leave the room."
In response, she raised a brow, "Well... there are things that we could do in bed that would tire you out."
One side of Sherlock's mouth curled upwards. "Is that so?"
"Yes." She purred and patted the empty space next to her. "Come to me, lover."
Sherlock obeyed.
*
A while later, Sherlock rested his head on her chest. They were both sweaty and breathing hard. And she was so happy, there was always such a freedom in lovemaking with Sherlock. She wrapped her arms around him. "I love you."
"And I you."
"Feeling better?"
She felt his smile against her chest. "Some. At least the body is tired, even if my mind is still tossing and turning. I hope another case comes soon, or I will drive myself crazy."
"I hope so too," she said. "You can be completely intolerable when you are on edge due to lack of work."
"Intolerable?"
"Yes."
"... but you love me nonetheless, yes?"
"Always, Sherlock. Always
#sherlolly#sherlock x molly#molly x sherlock#molly hooper#sherlock holmes#sherlock#sherlock fic#post canon fic#established relationship#series: but there's no better love
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Someone Like You [4/?]
Pairing: Molly Hooper x Greg Lestrade
Summary: "You're beautiful Molly, you know that?"
Words: 303
Notes: A series of short fics.
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Greg watched as Molly fixed her hair.
They were getting ready for a Christmas party with Molly's colleagues. And he could not help but to think that he was one lucky bastard. While it was true that he always found Molly beautiful, when she decided to dress up she was outright stunning. In his eyes at least. Well, not only in his. He had seen the envy on some men whenever he and Molly went somewhere where they needed to dress up more than they normally did.
But he also knew that he was lucky because Molly was not only beautiful, but she was smart and kind and loving. She was understanding and patient and she knew how to listen.
She was also the kind of woman who understood his job. And that was something that he was thankful for. His job and had destroyed relationships before, but Molly knew what he dealt on the daily and she not only supported him, but was understanding when work had to take precedence to pleasure.
"You're beautiful Molly, you know that?" He finally broke the silence that had fallen between them. "You take my breath away."
Molly froze for a second, then, she turned and gave him a tender smile. "You flatterer."
"Not flattery if it's true." He walked to her and kissed the top of her head. "You are stunning to me."
"That is the first time I've been called stunning, no one has ever said I was."
"Then, they have been fools." He gave her a longing look as he stared shamelessly to the dress she had chosen to wear, then grinned. "Looking forward taking that dress off."
Molly swatted him playfully, "Mind out of the gutter, we have a party to attend."
"Sadly yes. Ready?"
"Yes. Let's go."
"After you, my love."
#mollstrade#molly x greg#molly x lestrade#molly hooper#greg lestrade#sherlock fic#sherlock#au: canon divergence#series: someone like you
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The Captains [13/?]
Pairing: Beleg x Mablung
Summary: "Your heartbeat is very loud."
Words: 269
Notes: A series of short (100 to 500 words) stories
Tagging: @lycheesodas
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Beleg and Mablung were laying together in the grass beneath the stars. A quiet moment for them. One of those rare moments where they could be found in the same place at the same time.
Beleg had rested his head on Mablung's chest, closing his eyes and letting the strong heartbeat lull him. "Your heartbeat is very loud."
"Is it?" Mablung asked him.
"Yes." Beleg replied. "But I like it. It makes this moment all the more real. A reminder of your solid presence. It's nice."
Mablung smiled, even if Beleg could not see him do so. "It might also be because I am happy. Content in a way I had not been in a very long while."
"Truly? How so?"
"Because you are here. Because you are with me."
Mablung's words were spoken in a tone so soft, that had Beleg not been an elf and his hearing not been as sharp as it was, he would have missed it. But he did not missed the way Mablung's heart sped up, and that gave him the meaning behind his longtime friend's words. He smiled. "I am content too, here, by your side Mablung. You make me happy."
"And you make me happy, Beleg. Because I have fallen in love with you. And being away from you is... hard. I understand our duties to Doriath, its people and our monarchs, but I am greedy and I wish I did not have to part from you."
Beleg smiled, "And I have fallen for you also, Mablung. And I want you to know that you have my heart and soul. Forever."
#beleg x mablung#mablung x beleg#mablung#beleg#beleg cuthalion#the silmarillion fic#the silmarillion#slice of life fic#series: the captains
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Nocturnal Love [12/?]
Pairing: Alucard x Reader
Summary: "You want me to meet your parents?"
Words: 376
Notes: A series of short fics (100 to 500 words)
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You blinked, complete taken aback at what had just come out of Adrian's mouth. You gaped and when you finally regained your wits, you asked, "You want me to meet your parents?"
Adrian's soft smile was answer enough, but he still nodded. "Yes. I figured it is about time. My mother, in particular has been asking to meet you. And well, even my father is curious about you."
"I - I would love to." You said and you felt a smile growing on your face. "I just, well - truth be told, I wasn't sure you'd want me to."
Your words made Adrian frown, "And why is that, love?"
Shrugging your shoulders, you said, "Well, you seem to be quite private and, honestly, I never took you for the kind of man who took girlfriends to meet his parents. Not saying that your relationships aren't serious, just - I don't know. I guess I thought I wasn't good enough."
It was Adrian's turn to blink surprised, "And why would you not be good enough? Darling," he spoke as he came to stand in front of you, and taking your hands in his, he raised them to place a gentle kiss on the back of them. "If someone had a problem, it was me. You know that I do not like speaking of the first romantic relationship I had, but thanks to time and healing, I am in a good place and you? Oh darling, the love I have for you scares me. But in a good way. And I want my parents to love you as much as I love you. Never doubt for a second that you are good enough. Because you are."
Your eyes filled with tears at Adrian's words. "Sorry. I'm just not used to this. But I'm happy Adrian. Really. I want to meet your mom and hear embarrassing stories of you growing up. I want to meet your dad and hear what he has to say about you. Because I love you."
"And I love you too. Now, dry those tears, my love and start planning your luggage. My parents want me to take you to our manor house. You'll love it there."
"As long as you're by my side, I'll love any place."
#alucard x reader#adrian tepes x reader#alucard#adrian tepes#reader insert#castlevania fic#castlevania#au: modern castlevania#established relationship
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These Moments Forever [13/?]
Pairing: Poe x Rey
Summary: "Rey, you look very flushed, are you alright?"
Words: 359
Notes: A series of ficlets (100 to 500 words) centered around them.
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Poe notices it immediately. "Rey, you look very flushed, are you alright?" He asks as he walks to her and places a gentle hand on her forehead, then hisses. "You're burning up. Off to the medcenter with you."
"No, Poe. I'm alright..."
But Poe is having none of it, as he all but pushes her to see the medic. "Absolutely not. You need to see the medic and will be following her instructions, and I'll make sure that you do, even if that means having to sit next to you in bed as you rest."
Rey's indignant squack dies when the medic ushers them in. "What seems to be the problem?" She asks.
"Rey might have a fever," Poe replies before Rey has a chance to deny everything. "She is sick."
Rey's glare is met with a stubborn and defiant one.
The medic takes her temp and declares that she has two degrees above normal. "You need rest, Rey." She declares as she gives her the medicine she will have to take. Then turns to Poe, "Make sure she actually rest. Lot's of food and water."
"Yes, ma'am."
Once more, Poe leads Rey to their room. "Get in bed, and take your meds. I'll be back as soon as I let Finn know that you're out of commission and that I will be here."
Rey groans, "You don't have to do this. I'll be fine."
It is Poe's turn to glare. "Absolutely not. I know you, Rey. And you will not listen to the medic, which is why I'm working here." Poe softens a bit, "You need to rest, love. I worry for you. And you know that you're not alone anymore, right? That you can share your burdens with me and that I will take care of you in time of need, right?"
Rey swallows. "I know." She admits. "But I spent so much time looking after myself, I'm unused to someone taking care of me."
"Well, no more. Now, meds and then bed. I'll be right back. I love you."
"I love you too."
And Rey knows this is a command that she will not regret obeying.
#damerey#rey x poe#poe dameron#rey#star wars#star wars fic#post canon fic#au: canon divergence#established relationship#series: these moments forever
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Of Sansa & Sandor
Pairing: SanSan
Summary: Sandor was not a nervous man. Never had been.
Words: 100
Notes: A series of short (100 to 500 words) stories.
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Sandor was not a nervous man. Never had been.
That was, until he began dating Sansa Stark and she brought the idea of him meeting her family. He had been reluctant at first, but in the end, he knew that her family was important to her. And that's how they found themselves at Winterfell's front gate waiting to be opened. He cleared his throat, "So - uh - how many siblings did you said you had."
Sansa laughs, "Four, and my cousin. So, five really. Sandor, I know you're nervous, but they'll love you."
He stares as the gate opens, "I hope."
#sansan#sansa x sandor#sansa stark#sandor clegane#asoiaf fic#asoiaf#established relationship#au: modern westeros#series: of sansa & sandor
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The Lady & The Wolf [12/?]
Pairing: Ned x Cat
Summary: Inside of the ballroom, people waited in silence. Respectful and hopeful as Queen Catelyn stood up, she gave a once over to the room with a smile. “My Lords and Ladies,” she began, voice firm and calm. “Today, I choose a consort. And I will do say, that I was spoiled for choice, however, after careful consideration, I have found the one who I believe will make the best consort and father of my children.”
Words: 502
Notes: A series of short (100 to 500 words) stories
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Inside of the ballroom, people waited in silence. Respectful and hopeful as Queen Catelyn stood up, she gave a once over to the room with a smile. “My Lords and Ladies,” she began, voice firm and calm. “Today, I choose a consort. And I will do say, that I was spoiled for choice, however, after careful consideration, I have found the one who I believe will make the best consort and father of my children.”
A murmur rose through the crowd, many leaned forward as they waited.
Catelyn paid them no mind, “This man I choose is someone I believe I can trust,” she quickly rose her hands, stalling whatever objection that would come. “That is not to say, of course, that the rest of you are untrustworthy, simply that this man and some others were quietly subjected to some tests and he passed them flawlessly. And I am certain, that this man will not try and take my crown from my own head to place it in his. And with that, my choice is, Eddard Stark.”
As one, all turned to look at Lord Eddard, who did his best not to blush at the amount of attention he was getting. It was a surprise that Queen Catelyn had picked him, but he – who was nursing a crush on the Queen – felt grateful. He stepped forward, people parting as he passed them by, and once he stood in front of the Queen, he bowed. “You honor me, my Queen.” He said solemnly. “And I vow that I will do my best to be a good consort to you.”
Catelyn smiled and walked from the high seat where she was standing. “Of that I have no doubt, come, Lord Stark, take a seat next to me and let the feast commence.”
Eddard followed the Queen to the high table and he only sat after she had done so. He ate what was served and nodded towards every toast in his honor and for those of the Queen and he together. He felt a little out of place, but deep in his heart, he was glad. He turned to Queen Catelyn, “Why me?” He asked low, when everyone was not paying attention.
“I meant my words, Eddard.” Catelyn said, lips curling upwards. “And because in this time that I have had to know you, I have liked what I see. You are a good and honest man and I know that I can trust you. I cannot speak of love yet, but that will perhaps come down the road, I am not opposed to try and make this marriage a good one, if we find that we might not be compatible, then, perhaps at least we could be friends.”
Eddard could feel his heart thunder in his chest, “I would do my best to try, Majesty. I would like to be a good husband to you. We have time.”
“We do,” Catelyn agreed. “We are simply just starting.”
“We have time, indeed.”
#nedlyn#cat x ned#ned x cat#catelyn stark#ned stark#asoiaf#asoiaf fic#au: royalty#au: nobility#series: the lady and the wolf
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The Rebel & The Captain [16/?]
Pairing: Cassian x Jyn
Summary: In which Cassian tries a write-a-thon
Words: 100
Notes: A series of short (100 to 500 words) stories
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"Cassian Jeron Andor, come to bed. You need to sleep."
"I'll sleep when I'm dead." Cassian responded, not even bothering to look back at Jyn. Eyes fixed on the computer monitor and fingers flying over the keyboard, he carried on. "Don't worry, amor. I'll be done in a bit."
"You said that, three hours ago."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
Cassian stops for a moment, turning to look at Jyn he says, "Write-a-thon. I'll make it up to you. I promise."
"I'll hold you to that, and I'll let you be. Finish that novel Cass. It better be a best seller, love."
#rebelcaptain#cassian x jyn#cassian andor#jyn erso#rogue one#rogue one fic#au: writers#au: modern setting#established relationship#series: the rebel and the captain
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The Rebel and The Captain [15/?]
Pairing: Cassian x Jyn
Summary: Hoth is a frozen hell, Jyn decides.
Words: 407
Notes: A series of short (100 to 500 words) stories.
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Hoth is a frozen hell, Jyn decides.
Luckily for her, she and Cassian share a bedroom. When asked if they wanted separate rooms, they both denied it and asked for one. Why bother with the pretense when they both know they are together and will be until death claims them.
She is not used to sharing a room, much less a bed. Thankfully, Cassian is a considerate man who does what he can to make her comfortable. He's the one who knows the people that make the Rebel Alliance, and he's her guide in these waters that she has now jumped in with all her being in honor of her father and mother. Because she knows that she will not rest until the Empire is no more.
But right now, Cassian is somewhere on the base and has not come back into their shared bed. And she is cold, even with the clothes and the furs. She wants the warmth that is him, of his arms and wants his solid presence at her side.
Then, the door opens and the familiar figure of Cassian is framed by the light that comes from the hallway. She perks up. "You're back."
"Yeah," he says as he perches on a corner of the bed. His hand coming to rest on one of her legs beneath the covers. "It was a long meeting. Did I keep you waiting long?"
"No," she admits. "It's the cold that kept me awake."
Cassian's lips curl upwards, "I know. I remember the first time I came to this base, I could hardly sleep. And I wore so many layers, I'm sure I walked funny."
She chuckles, the image of Cassian walking strange due to clothing is too funny to let pass. "I wish I could have seen that."
"And I'm glad you didn't."
She watches as he begins to remove his clothing to change into something that he can wear to bed. She drinks him in with her eyes and loves how this routine of their is a quiet one. Cassian is a beautiful man, and she knows that he finds her beautiful. She is not vain, but she welcomes the compliment from him.
"Well, come to bed."
Cassian makes his way to his side of the bed and slides in, then opens his arms and she goes to them and cuddles into him, head resting above Cassian's chest.
"Sleep well, amor."
"You too, darling."
#rebelcaptain#cassian x jyn#cassian andor#jyn erso#rogue one#rogue one fic#au: canon divergence#au: everyone lives/nobody dies#established relationship#series: the rebel and the captain
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You’re My Dream Come True (My One And Only You) [2/?]
Pairing: Morpheus x f!Reader
Rating: M
Summary: "Do you like it when I touch you like that?"
Words: 411
Notes: A series of short stories (100-500 words) based on Morpheus x Reader.
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You felt drowsy, it was impossible not to feel that way.
Not when Morpheus was currently exploring your very naked body with hands and mouth.
You were breathing hard and from time to time, soft moans and groans escaped you. "Please," you told him, one hand fisted on the finest sheets you had ever felt, the other, tangled in his hair. "Morpheus, please."
"Do you like it when I touch you like that?" He whispered against the shell of your ear. "Not yet, darling mine. Now, be good and tell me, do you like my touch?"
"Yesss," you hissed. "You know I do. Now, please Morpheus. I need you."
"Need me? And how would that be, dearest?"
"Inside of me, please."
He hummed and kissed from your neck down to your collar bone, one of his hands trailing fire across your side as he lifted your leg and placed it over his hip. His mouth went back up, this time against your lips and said, "Well, since you asked so nicely." And before you could even react, he buried himself deep in you, held still for a few moments as you two groaned in pleasure. "You feel so good, love."
"Move please," you groaned as you lifted your hips. "Please."
He indulged you and soon enough, the moans and groans doubled as his own joined yours. Until you both reached your peaks.
He did not collapsed on you, but lower himself onto you, only to wrap his arms around your form and pull you to the side where you could be face to face without his weight crushing you, because for someone who was on the thinner side, he was surprisingly heavy. Not that you would have minded, you liked being able to feel his weight above you; whether after lovemaking or not.
"You make me feel alive," he told you. "And never more so than we become one."
You smiled and leaned forward to give him a soft kiss on his lips while rising your hand to cup his cheek. "Good. Because you make me happy. Happier than I have been in a good while. I am glad our paths crossed." And feeling mischievous you couldn't resist the urge to tease him, "And that you approached me that day."
It was his turn to smile, "It surprised me too, but there was something about you that called me."
"I am glad of it."
"As I am, darling, as I am."
#morpheus x reader#dream of the endless x reader#dream x reader#dream of the endless#reader insert#the sandman fic#the sandman#post canon fic#series: you're my dream come true
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Moments Like These (Are Why I Am Alive) [2/?]
Pairing: Hob Gadling x f!Reader
Rating: M
Summary: "Stay the night? Please?"
Words: 363
Notes: A series of short stories (100-500 words) based on Hob x Reader.
Tagging: @8e-h-e8
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You groaned in pleasure as Hob all but collapsed atop of you.
You wrapped your arms around him, one of your hands tangling in his hair. "How lucky I am," you said. "That I found a man who is smart, handsome and generous in bed."
You felt Hob smile against your chest. "Can you blame me, when I am presented with such a work of art?" He told you. "You are the kind of being who ends up as muse of the great masters."
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Yes." Hob said and then, moved off of you to rest against the pillow next to yours. "Who knows, you might inspire me into write again. Even if it's only a poem."
You bit your lips, the relationship you two had was still a very casual friends with benefits, but you knew yourself enough to know that your feelings were changing into something more. "Stay the night? Please?"
Hob turned to you, his dark eyes fixed on yours, as if he could see deep within you. You did not look away, even if that was all that you wanted to do. Let him see the feelings that were bubbling deep inside you and make his decision to stay or leave. He arches a brow, "You want me to?"
"I do, Hob. I would like to wake next to you." That was the closest you could bring yourself into speaking what you really wanted, because you were afraid. "I make some mean waffles."
Hob's lips curled upwards, "Then, if you're sure. I'll stay. You convinced me."
Your heart was thundering in your chest and your hands felt a bit clammy, but you calmed down a bit after hearing Hob's answer. It was your turn to smile. "You will get your waffles tomorrow."
"Good, now, come here. It's not only you who wants to wake with a body next to yours."
You let him wrap you in his arms and you tucked your head under his chin. Closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. Hob's cologne mixed with the scent of sex and you loved that. And could only hope that this was the moment when things changed.
#hob gadling x reader#hob x reader#hob gadling#reader insert#the sandman fic#the sandman#series: moments like these
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No, Vhagar [4/?]
Characters: Aemond, Vhagar, Viserys
Summary: In which a conversation is had.
Words: 391
Notes: For @littlefeatherr & @mousedetective
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The following incident that made Aemond rise his brows, was after he had taken a leisure flight with Vhagar and was returning to the Dragonpit.
Sure, the people who worked there knew the risks, but that didn't change the fact that every single day could be their last day if one of the dragons was in a mood and their rider wasn't on hand to calm it down.
That's not even mentioning the riderless dragons, who could be more of a wildcard than those with riders.
Unless said dragon was Vhagar, of course.
Anyway.
Aemond and Vhagar were arriving at the dragon pit, when one - whom Aemond would later describe as - an utter fool made too many noises near Vhagar and since the idiot was carrying a lance, Vhagar gave out a warning roar. One that was completely ignored as the man began to yell something Aemond couldn't quite understand. Truth be told, he wasn't paying attention.
And then, it happened.
The idiot approached Vhagar and one growl later, a blast of fire came out and the man was lit up like a candle that melted too fast. And Vhagar did not wasted time in feasting on the now dead keeper.
Aemond sighed, "No, Vhagar."
*
It was much later, after they had feasted, that his father called upon him. A strange occurence, to be sure, so he followed his father into the chamber that held the model of Old Valyria.
"Tell, son..." His father hesitated. "Are you sure that you have a good control of Vhagar?"
It took all his strenght not to snap at his father. Of course he did! "Aye, I do father. Why would you think otherwise?"
"Because a keeper of the Dragonpit came to me and told us what happened after your return." His father was giving him a disappointed look. He resisted the urge to roll his eye. "I have already sent coin to the keeper's widow, and it will come from your purse."
"As you wish father."
"Aemond, I mean it. Be careful that Vhagar behaves properly. It would not be good for the crown to have to pay wergild every time she misbehaves."
"Of course father. Something else?"
"Nothing else my boy. You are free to leave."
Aemond bowed and gave his back to his father, only then did he allowed himself to roll his eye.
#aemond one eye targaryen#aemond targaryen#viserys i targaryen#vhagar#house of the dragon#hotd fic#hotd#multipart: no vhagar#crack#crack treated seriously#crack fic
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No, Vhagar [3/?]
Characters: Aemond, Vhagar
Summary: Vhagar had been grumbling and roaring all the flight, he did not mind. Let her enjoy herself, besides, it's not like he was actually harming anyone.
Words: 325
Tagging: @littlefeatherr & @mousedetective
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Another - slightly more worrisome - incident occurred not so far after the the squires.
Aemond had taken Vhagar out in flight, the poor she dragon needed to take flight and enjoy her life, so, they made their way off to somewhere slight more distant of King's Landing. He also needed to be away, Rhaenyra and her brats were in King's Landing and he did not need to see the bastard who took his eye.
So, flight and travel it was.
Vhagar had been grumbling and roaring all the flight, he did not mind. Let her enjoy herself, besides, it's not like he was actually harming anyone. He was simply reminding them who had the better dragon. A shame he had not been able to see Balerion, he envied his father on having the chance to at least fly that legend once.
It was a bit late when his stomach began to grumble and he decided to land somewhere and eat the food that he had brought with him. He would have to see if there was a far near, Vhagar also needed food and he was willing to part with his coin to get her a couple of cows or something else and more. She deserved it.
When he landed, they did so near a wooden area. That is when disaster fell.
Up in one of the nearest trees, there was a wooden home that had some children in there. Foolish as they were, they began to make loud and obnoxious noises. And before he could take his hood off and yell at them for bothering someone of the royal blood, Vhagar roared, swung her tail at the tree and when the tree and its house fell, let out flames. It wasn't a fire big enough to burn the whole area, but several trees went up in flames and some screaming did happen from the fallen tree.
Shit.
He turned to Vhagar and said, "No, Vhagar."
#aemond targaryen#aemond one eye targaryen#vhagar#pre asoiaf#pre asoiaf fic#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd fic#crack treated seriously#crack fic#multipart: no vhagar
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For those of you watching the death spiral of Twitter in real time THIS IS WHY us fandom olds always defend AO3 and it’s donation drives.
Twitter is an incalculable loss for artistic expression, news, and so many other facets I can’t even begin to count.
This sort of loss of information is impossible with AO3 and how it’s set-up. Obviously an AO3 style model isn’t sustainable for every site bc the moment images get involved the server costs skyrocket exponentially, but now more than ever the theory applies.
AO3 is an archive of our own, donators have direct say via vote about what happens to the site, you help shape it.
As long as AO3 has donation drives and doesn’t rely on advertisers it will remain around as a foremost place of art and freedom of expression. What happened to Twitter can’t happen to AO3 as it currently exists. And that is why we fight tooth and nail to protect AO3 from corporate interests and out of touch billionaires like Musk.
I hate that Twitter is dying and that anyone has to experience it, but please learn from this experience!
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In Dreams [17/?]
Pairing: SanSan
Summary: "Ah. I never thought I would be so troublesome before. I am used to surviving on my own, it is strange to depend on someone else."
Words: 1326
Notes: Modern Westeros
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Sansa stands, "How about some tea? I do not think it wise to give you alcohol right now."
Sandor shakes his head, "Tea would be fine. I stopped alcohol when the Elder Brother began to help me." At her questioning look, he continues. "I was angry, Sansa. Well, angry doesn't begin to cover it, and the only way I could drown my problems was with alcohol. I drank so much until the Elder Brother and I crossed paths and began to help me. So, anything else would be fine, just not alcohol. I do not want to fall down that path ever again."
She nods, "Understandable." She stands and puts the kettle on, she herself needs chamomile tea for her nerves to calm down. It is one thing of seeing Sandor in her dreams, another to have him in solid form in her house. And, she gulps and takes a deep breath, he's quite handsome. Very manly in a way few men that she has met are. Perhaps it is because he was a warrior, where masculinity depended on how good were you at killing others, but she finds that her heart is racing. "Which tea would you like?"
"Anything is fine."
"I only have chamomile at the moment," she admits as she looks at Sandor. "But I will be going to the store tomorrow or the day after."
"A store? Is that where you buy your things? Not from merchants?"
She smiles, "There are still merchants, and I do buy from them. But they have certain days were the market they use is open. A store is a big place where there is only one merchant, but they have everything. Which reminds me, I'll have to buy you some clothes. We cannot have you in nothing. And oh! Also speak with someone who can give you the vaccines."
Sandor frowns, "Ah. I never thought I would be so troublesome before. I am used to surviving on my own, it is strange to depend on someone else."
She pulls the water of the stove and serves Sandor and herself, offering Sandor his mug and she goes for the honey and then sits. "Do not worry about that, Sandor! You are in need and I will not abandon you when you need me the most. And I will be your guide and help you understand what you do not. And you also have my sister, and likely Sam and Gendry too."
Sandor's lips quirk upwards, "Aye, I have the feeling that those three will be people I will be seeing often. And you will not need to guide me inside of your home Sansa. I was witness to the changes it slowly got. Perhaps your most modern things I will have to learn, but I know what some things are and I know how to use the bathroom."
She blinks surprised as she offers the honey. "Oh, I didn't thought of that! Has no one in the house ever seen you?"
"Twenty or so years ago, there was a family with a young daughter. The girl saw me, but her parents thought I was her 'imaginary friend' or something like that. I stopped appearing to the girl when the parents expressed concern for her mind."
She can't help the wince that comes. "I'm sorry, Sandor."
"Do not be. It was not your fault, and ultimately, the family left. They were the last residents before you bought the house. And for that, I am grateful." Sandor gives her a smile. "You listened and were unafraid and now, here I am. In the living world again, thanks to you."
She reaches to take one of Sandor's hands in hers. "And you will have me until you no longer need me. That I promise you."
"I believe you, Sansa. You are a good person, who else would have done everything else you have so far done for me? No one. If someone saw me or hear me, they pretended that I wasn't there. It was lonely until you came and for that, I'm thankful."
Her eyes fill with tears. "You are not alone anymore, Sandor."
"I know, and I count myself fortunate." Then, Sandor looks at his clothes. "Ah, to lighten the mood a bit, perhaps... do you have something that I could wear?"
The laugh that bubbles is unexpected and welcome, she doesn't want to cry. "I have a very big t-shirt. I'm not sure if the sweat pants I stole from Rob would fit you. And uh, I think you will need," she blushes fiercely, "underwear."
Sandor blinks. "Aye. I had not thought of that."
She bites her lip, torn between what to do now. "Well. I could run to the store and get you some basics. You need them, and I was so excited to get you that I did not thought of getting you anything."
Sandor is silent for a bit, "Perhaps that would be best."
Reluctanly, she stands. "Do not worry about the food, the pot will turn off alone when it's done in case I take too long. Lady will keep you company. I will hurry though."
"Very well. I will wait here."
"Feel free to explore the house, Sandor. This is your home also." She hesitates. "Well, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Sandor nods with an encouraging smile and she walks away before she has a chance to feel bad about it. She needs to get those things, Sandor needs basics and she can't believe that she had not thought of getting anything!
She grabs her purse and her keys and rushes out. She drives faster than usual, and she's sure that if Arya saw her, she would make fun of her saying that she was finally living in the wild side. But she arrives to the store quicker than usual, grabs a shopping car and makes a bee line to the men's department. She grabs two packages of briefs that she hopes will fit Sandor, two pairs of socks and several sweatpants and shirts and sweaters and hoodies. In the personal care, she grabs men's soap and razors, deodorant and shaving cream, a body lotion and lastly, she gets two towels and some tennis shoes she hope are the right size. Everything is temporary, until Sandor can leave the house and try on clothing.
She rushes home again once she has everything and finds Sandor in the living room floor playing with Lady. She smiles, "I have everything you need, Sandor!"
Sandor's eyes grow wide when he sees the bags she has. "That is too much!"
"Nope," she says. "You need things until you can try clothing in the store, I got you several changes. Now, what do you say if you take a bath and change?"
"Aye..." Sandor looks down at himself. "I think it would be best."
"Good, now, come on."
Sandor follows her to the bathroom, where she gives him one of everything. "I hope they fit you, and hope you like the scent of the soaps that I got you. This one goes on your hair, this other on your body. Here's your lotion, socks and shoes. Enjoy."
She leaves him be and waits until she hears the shower turn on. A good thing Sandor saw people installing everything, because she might have turn as red as her hair by showing him how to use things.
She puts the rest of the things on the bed of the room she will give him. Let him decide where to put them and waits in the kitchen.
And when Sandor is done, he comes looking for her and she has to swallow the knot in her throat. He looks quite... handsome in modern clothes that, with some stroke of luck, fit him.
"These are the most comfortable clothes I have ever worn," Sandor says.
"Thank you, Sansa."
She gulps. Oh she's in trouble. "You're welcome," she manages.
#sansan#sansa x sandor#sansa stark#sandor clegane#asoiaf#asoiaf fic#au: modern westeros#multipart: in dreams
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