Spencer Reid - We Shouldn't Be Doing This

Spencer Reid - We Shouldn't Be Doing This

Warnings: smut themes but no actual smut, fed!spencer x enemyfed!reader, enemies to something (let u pick babes), insults, angst, one-bed trope (ur welcome)

This is Spencer in the more recent seasons, but you can picture him in your preferred season.

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Y/N and Spencer have never liked each other. They are always competing over who's the smartest, who's the most handy with a gun. Yet, when they're sent on a mission and they end up in a motel room with one bed, things get interesting.

A/N: Yall are gonna love this. This is inspired by this. Thank you for that. The girlies are gonna love this one! Thanks for reading <3. Let me know ur feedback! @hereforhalstead thank u for the idea.

I had started working at the BAU for a couple of years. I got along fine with the girls, JJ and Emily. Garcia was my girl, hyping me up and helping me with anything. Most of the boys were fine too, Morgan made me laugh until I couldn’t breathe, Hotch was like a big brother to me and Rossi was a father figure to me. But there is one guy that was very insufferable and the only person in the BAU that I could not stand. Dr Spencer Reid. 

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a very attractive man. Yet he is the most infuriating person I have ever met. 

He didn’t seem to like me too, when I joined the BAU. He looked at me with dark eyes. His hair was always messy, his snarky attitude made me want to kill him sometimes. 

After joining the FBI for about six months, Spencer and I were competing against each other all the time. It didn’t matter if the subject was mentioned, we were already arguing on who was the smartest. He kept making the remarks about his IQ, his eclectic memory and the fact that he could read 20 000 words per minute. 

It didn’t matter what I told him, he kept laying it on thick. He kept trying to prove to the entire world that no one could be smarter than him.

One day, Hotch and Rossi had enough of us screaming and arguing all the time. They sent us on a light care in New Jersey, about a girl who escaped a convicted killer. 

This is just fucking perfect. Now I’m stuck with the encyclopedia. I tell myself. I bet he wasn’t happy too, just by the look on his face. He looked like he was boiling on the inside. His face was red, his hair looking worse than usual and streams practically coming out of his ears. 

We got into a car, driving us to the airport. Total silence filled the car, neither of us daring to start an argument. We got out of the car after a while, heading into the jet and off to New Jersey.

It took about two hours to get there. My headphones were placed on my ears, reading the file of the young woman who escaped. I could see Spencer playing with a coin, not really doing anything. 

When the jet landed, we got into another car. We arrived late at night, meaning the interview with the girl would have to be in the morning. 

The car dropped us to a motel, where Hotch and Rossi had reserved a room for us. The lady in the front desk gave me the keys, both of us walking towards our room in silence. I could feel his stare burning the side of my head. 

As I opened the room, I was the first to see that the room was missing something. 

There’s only one bed.

I swore under my breath. Spencer saw it next, shutting the door behind me. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I heard him say. 

Rossi had planned this, he had to. He planned for us to get away, fix our issues and get back to Quantico like nothing was wrong between us. 

I dropped my bag on the chair beside the window. “This is just wonderful.” I mumbled sarcastically. 

I earned one of Spencer’s glares. “What? You think I want this more than you do?” I look at him, not amused by Rossi’s ruse. 

He drops his bags, taking off his coat and suit jacket. “I would’ve preferred to sleep on the concrete than to share a bed with you. I bet it would be much more comfortable.” 

I scoffed, taking off my coat and dropping it on the chair. “Right in with the fire, mh? You like that, to get me fired up and all ready to insult you. What’s your fucking problem?” I speak with a harsher tone, anger clearly lacing my throat. 

“What’s my problem? You’re an arrogant idiot who barged into the BAU like it was your living room! You’re intolerable, Y/N! You know that?” He practically spit in my face.

“Oh, so now I’m the problem. Please, Dr Reid, tell me all of the remarks you have against me.” I say, stepping closer to him, looking up at his stern face. His breathing has gotten faster, his hands in fists by his side. 

“You’re ignorant, selfish. You only care about yourself and that small head of yours. You try to make yourself smarter than everyone else! Just because you went to fucking Stanford doesn’t mean your Einstein.” He started walking closer to me, anger radiating off of him. 

“What else? Hm?” I whisper, my voice stern and angry. I didn’t care what he thought of me. His opinion was the last thing I cared about. 

“You’re a spoiled little girl who got everything she wanted in her whole life. You got the job, the looks, the money. Everything. You didn’t work a single day in your life to earn all of that.” He grabbed onto my forearms, clenching his fists entirely against my wrists. He had pushed them behind my back, pinning me to the wall behind them. His voice got quieter, still angry and venomous. 

“Fuck you, Reid.” I whisper in his face, my face clearly affected by his words. My breathing has quickened too, my pulse fast and hard in my chest. My cheeks were flushed, the heat of his chest radiating off of me. “You’re telling me this for what, hm? To get me to hate you? Because, trust me, I already do. You’re a selfish prick, who only cares about how smart you are compared to the world. No wonder you can’t get anyone to stay with you.” I tell him angrily, his hands twisting around my forearms, untwisting them from my back and pulling them flush against his chest.

His blood was practically boiling. I could feel his hot breath on my face, his eyes burning with fury. “You better shut up before I make you shut up, Y/N.” He whispered roughly. 

I raised my eyebrow, testing his patience. “Or what? You’ll have me arrested? You can’t do that.” I whisper, close to his face. I don’t think he could’ve gotten more mad than he already was but boy I was wrong. 

He slammed his lips against mine, releasing my wrists to grab my face roughly. His hands claimed dominance on my jaw, sliding into my hair and pulling it. His mouth was engulfing mine, his tongue deep in my mouth. I melted into his touch, his rough hold on me making me release the madness against him. His lips left my lips, melting down to my neck. He left heated kisses, making my head lean back on the wall. His teeth grazed my neck, nibbling it and licking it with his wicked tongue. 

My hands clinged on his chest, the hardness of it under my fingers. His chest flexed under my harsh touch, my hands going all the way to his back and his slutty waist I had been eyeing for months. His breath was hot and sweaty on my neck, suddenly taking a bite into my neck, making me whimper softly. 

His lips left my neck, lifting his head to speak directly on my lips. “I hate you so much that it makes me love you.” He whispered on my lips, kissing me harshly with his hands around my jaw. 

He pulled me off the wall, his hands roaming down to my thighs and lifting them up to his waist. My hands went in his hair, his sharp jaw and all of the hot skin I could touch. 

He sat down on the bed, taking me on his lap. His hands were all over me, on my waist down to my hips and ass. He groped anything he could find. My lips went on his neck, tilting his head to give me better access. I found his sweet spot, making him cry out, moaning into my shoulder. He whispered in my ear, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Y/N.” His voice was rough and needy at the same time. 

“Everything about you tells me otherwise, Spencer.” I whisper roughly, kissing back up to his jaw, my hips set over his. He pulled my hips flush on his, a gasp leaving my mouth.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled under his breath, switching positions to set me under him, his tie falling on my chest. Both of us were hot and sweaty, our breaths labored and heart pounding. His hips were set harshly on mine, feeling every single inch of him. 

I grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to my face. “You’re not lying?” I whispered, my eyes fiery but not angered. He knotted his eyebrows slightly. “About what?” He mumbled softer than usual.

“About loving me? Because I would be a liar if I said I didn’t feel the same way.” I spoke softly, one hand tugging his tie and the other touching his jaw. 

“I’m not lying.” He whispered, a glimpse of surprise in his eyes. His gaze softened a little, both of his arms around my head.

“Good.” I whisper, my lips grazing his swollen lips. “Because there’s no going back to before after this.” I whispered, kissing him roughly. My hands on his jaw, feeling the power of it while he kissed me with exploding passion for the rest of night and for the following years. 

Eddie Munson - "You're my favorite person, Eddie"

Warnings: Mention of violence in beginning, Jason (go away), injury, mention of blood, or else; everything is sweet and fluffy for our best boy ;)

Words: 1.8k

SHE/HER PRONOUNS

Trope/Context: The strikeouts are intentional in the imagine!*All in Y/N's perspective. Childhood friends to lovers; there will be a flashback of their friendship before the main storyline.

A/N: I had to edit the whole thing; there were codes of the font and I have no clue how it happened. I'll keep checking on my Tumblr to see if it's my AdBlock that is causing this! Anyways, take care :)

[Y/N’s POV]

Finally, the bell rung.

It has been one of the worse days of the entire school year. Everything was long and boring. Even the teachers were out of it.

I packed everything in my bag, shutting my locker and walking towards the exit. I pushed the doors and as I was about to take the first stair, Jason bumped into me and made me miss all of the steps.

“Shit.” I must have hit my head on something; my lip was bleeding as well as my forearm and my leg. Jason and the rest of his douchy friends just laughed. No apologies.

I wasn’t surprised, not in the least.

“Y/N, are you okay? Who the fuck did this to you?” I heard someone run up to me, not even two seconds after falling.

Eddie.

With all his glory, looking as beautiful as ever.

“I don’t know. Jason pushed me and I-I-I think I hit my head-d-d-d. It hurts, Eds.” He helped me up, crouching at my level. He took my hand in his; his cold rings touching my burning hand. Hot. His other hand was on my upper back, making sure I could stand.

“Hey, hey. Look at me” He placed his hand delicately on my cheek, making me look at him.

“Can you stand?” I nodded.

“Fucking hell.” He muttered under his breath. He saw the cuts and my nose started bleeding a little as well. “I’ll be back, okay. Just give me a second.” His jaw was tight. His delicate brown eyes burning with rage.

I watched him walk up to Jason, calling him as he turned around and punching him in the jaw. He got on top of him and screamed at him for hurting me.

I had never seen Eddie being so protective towards me.

Yes, we have been friends ever since middle school, but I’ve never seen him get mad, not even a tad bit frustrated.

He got up from Jason’s body and his preppy watched, walked away before facing Eddie’s rage. He bent down again to whisper something in his ear. Jason’s face changed, as if he was scared.

Eddie walked back towards me again. He placed one of his hands on my waist, taking my arm in his other to put it around his neck.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He flashed a soft smile at me. Even his eyes were so soft with me, all the rage had transferred to the asshole.

“That’d be nice, Eds.” I smiled a little.

He placed me in his car. His veiny, gorgeous hands strapped me in as I met his gaze.

He flashed me a small yet comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. He won’t ever get close to you again, I promise.”

A small, yet stunned smile appeared on my lips as he shut the door to drive me to his place, I imagine.

[Flashback, Y/N’s POV]

 “MOM! I’m going to Eddie’s house. I’ll be back later.” I screamed to my mom before shutting the door behind me.

I took my bike, as he lived only five minutes away from me. I arrived to his house, knocking two times to say it was me.

“Hey, you.” Eddie appeared at the door, his head was shaved and he was wearing his infamous Corroded Coffin shirt. He let me walk into his house, going to his room and lying on his bed.

“So, what do you have for me today?” He was trying to create a D&D club and was thinking of ideas for his club. I told him I would help him find ideas. He’s my best friend.

He sat at his desk in front of me, taking out a piece of paper.

“Okay, okay. So, first, I thought maybe; Goblets and Goblins? I think it’s a little too... simple you know?” He looked up from his sheet.

“Mhm, it’s not bad, but I have to agree. It’s not screaming ‘EDDIE MUNSON’S CLUB’."

He laughed. His beautiful smile.

“Correct. Next up in line is; Dungeons & Flagons.” He looked proud.

“That will be a no for me.” I gave him a poor smile, he laughed at the sight of my face.

“Fair enough, last one.” He folded the sheet in half, looking at me directly in the eye. “You ready?”

“Please, impress me” I readjusted myself.

“What about, Hellfire Club?”

Perfect. Like him.

“That’s the one, Eds.” I was smiling so widely.

“Yeah! YES! YES! THANK YOU, Y/N. I couldn’t have done this without you.” He gave me his signature smile.

“You know, you’re my favorite freak.” My cheeks heated up. He was so adorable when he got so excited over something.

He smiled even more. “Damn right, I am.”

[Present time, Y/N’s POV]

The engine stopped meaning we were at his house. My mom wasn’t worried when I didn’t come home; she knew I would either be stuck at school or at Eddie’s house. She loved him. So, do I.

He helped me out of his car, placing my arm on top of his shoulders, holding my waist yet again. He led me to his room, and carefully placed me on his bed.

“I’m gonna go get the first aid kit. I’ll be right back.”

He walked out of the room as I looked around his room. I had been over a thousand times before but I always loved to look around his room. It was filled with metal band posters and his precious guitar which he only let me play including himself.

A loud thud could be heard from the bathroom. “Eds, you okay?” I tried to sit up but he appeared only to make me sit back down.

“Uh uh, no you sit, missy. You could have a concussion. I just dropped something on my foot. Clumsy me, you already know.” He crouched at the edge of the bed where I was sitting.

“I’ve patched myself too many times so I think I could become a nurse. What do you think of Nurse Eddie? Hm, does it suit me?" He imitated putting on gloves with that goofy smile of his.

Anything he does makes me want to kiss him.

It made me laugh, lifting my mood even through the pain.

His touch on my leg made my cheeks heat up.

He took an alcohol pad and started cleaning the wound on my leg. It stinged which made me grasp his shoulder.

He looked up at me, giving me a sad smile. “Sorry.” I nodded my head, and mouthed that it was okay.

He continued with me forearm which made me clutch my own hand in a fist, but he quickly took my hand in his to let me squeeze it.

This boy can read me like an open book.

As he continued to my lip and my not-so bleeding nose, he hesitated to put his hand on my face. His eyes met mine.

“It’s okay, Eds. You won’t hurt me.”

“Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?” I shook my head.

He let his hand slip on my face, sending shivers down my spine.

Holy fu-

His fingers, covered with rings grazed my hair on the side of my face as he started to clean the rest of the wounds.

I admired every single thing about him. He’s so pretty and kind and so fucking adorable. God, if I could marry him, please I would’ve already.

This boy means everything. I can’t lose him. I get lost into those eyes and those beautiful lips of his.

Fuck, I’m head over heels.

His eyes stared at my lips as he cleaned the cut delicately. I stared into his eyes which were directed to my lips. My cheeks always warmed up when he would touch me or say something like a cheesy pick-up line.

I didn’t realise he had finished until his eyes met mine. I looked down, flustered.

He pulled back his hand only to lift my chin with his thumb and index finger.

“I think you’re blushing, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. I think my heart did a back and a front flip inside my chest.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Eds.” He cocks his head to the smile only to drop everything from his hands, placing them on the bed, right by my thighs.

He leaned closer to me, putting all of his weight on the mattress, making me look at him dead in the eye.

I could feel his breath against my lips as he leaned much closer to my face.

I couldn’t breathe until his lips met mine.

They felt soft against my own. The doll taste of cigarettes on his lips that matched him so well. He went in for a second, still gentle and passionate kiss.

Only this time, I placed one of my hands on the side of his face and the other to the back of his neck.

Fireworks were shotting all through me.

I never wanted to let go from him.

He felt so soft and comforting. He was mine. And I was his.

We both pulled back from the kiss, still breathless.

“I’ve been waiting to do that ever since I was 11.” I softly told him. A soft smile lit up his face.

“And I’ve been waiting to that ever since the day I met you, beautiful.” Beautiful.

Another soft smile dropped on my face. “Eddie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” Oh god. The butterflies.

“What’d you say to Jason before you went back to me?” I was curious, only because of the expression on his face.

“I told him and I quote: ‘Stay away from my girl, or else I’ll come back and to do this all over again. Don’t touch her, don’t talk to her, and don’t even think ‘bout her.’”

“Mhm, so you can read the future now, dungeon master?” I teased.

“You know what they say, I’m the freak. I’m still your favorite freak though, right?” He asks curiously.

“You’re my favorite person, Eddie. You always will be.” He smiled softly as he pulled me into his arms by the side of the bed.

“Ahh. That’s good to know, love. You’re mine now, right? All mine? Nobody else’s?” He whispered in my ear. “‘Cuz I’m all yours.”

“I’m yours, Eddie. Always.” I sweetly whispered in his ear. I nuzzled in his neck, feeling all of him.

“Always.”

Okay but I need to read Spencer x reader with the trope of saying ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ between kisses

Hit me up 🫶🏼🫶🏼

what the actual fuck, pls put back the old one

what the fuck is this

STOP HE'S ALL I NEED

CHARLIE COX as MATTHEW MURDOCK in DAREDEVIL season 1

Aemond Targaryen - Love of My Life

Warnings: Aegon obviously, slight mention of alcohol, allusions to sexual harassment and violence, allusions to nightmare and self inflicted wounds OTHERWISE FLUFF FLUFF AND FLUFF

Words: 2.0k

SHE/HER PRONOUNS // 3rd PERSON VIEW

Summary: Aemond Targaryen didn’t seem like the loveliest person in Westeros but with Y/N, he would do anything to keep his betrothed happy and safe. He was the happiest with her, before and after marrying her.

**Valyrian translation after the imagine, below the --- line. Hope you enjoy and let me know your thoughts.**

Aemond Targaryen wasn’t kind to everyone. Especially to the ones who crossed him or even annoyed him. 

Aemond Targaryen was only kind to a few people, including Y/N. She meant everything to the silver haired prince.

They both had met each other as children, as they both grew up in King’s Landing. Aemond had seen her for the first time reading a book in the castle’s library. As a child, it was Aemond’s peaceful place and it quickly became theirs. They would often meet after dinner, spend the night reading and talking about plenty of things. He was himself when he was with her. He loved the way she liked him as a person, not as a prince or as an arse. He loved the way she would tell him about everything, only because she trusted him. She would come to him if something was wrong and even as children, they would never lie to each other.

Many years of harmony passed until Aemond lost his eye. He became more distant even though Y/N wanted to be there for him. He wouldn’t let anyone in, at least he tried to let her in, but it was terrifying for him. Her seeing him so destroyed, tainted, as a monster. Yet Y/N did not see him as all those things, she came to his bedroom every so often, talk like they were children again and he would lose himself in her. He would become a child again, a happy one, a kind one. He would get drunk on the sound of her laughter, and he knew that he only wanted her in his life.

Two years after his eye was gone, his mother started to propose women to him, to get him to choose one of them. To make them his betrothed, but he only wanted her. He only wanted Y/N.

“Mother, I will not marry any of those girls.” He dropped on the Queen.

“And why is that, Aemond?” Because I only want Y/N, mother. I want her to be my wife. He urged to say it. He had to. And he did.

“I want to marry lady Y/N.”

His mother looked at him. He looked back at her, all seriousness in his eye. She nodded and walked away. The day after, his mother told him what he could marry her.

He was the happiest man in all Westeros.

The minute she had stepped into his room for their daily encounter, he ran to her and pulled her into his arms.

He spun her around in the air and she giggled loudly. His hands were spalled on her waist and hers tangled in his long hair.

He finally set her down on the ground, the height difference making its way back.

“What have you eaten to make you this happy, my dear Aemond? Have you had a new saddle for Vaghar or something?” She walked deeper into his room to sit on the velvet seat, her beautiful dress promoting her beautiful body.

“I have wonderful news. But I need you to hear me first, no talking.” She nodded as he approached her, kneeling before her.

She looked at him with big innocent eyes.

“We have known each other since we were children, and I have loved every single moment with you, my lady. Tis the day where I am asking you, with my family blessing, to marry me. I have loved you since I saw you in the library. When this,” he said, touching his patched eye, “happened, I closed myself to everyone but you did not let me shut you out. You stayed and I realised then that all I wanted, in my whole existence, was you. I only want you; you are the only one for me. I love you, and I’ll never stop. I swear on the gods. I love you. Would you do me the honor of becoming mine forever?” He exhaled softly; his hands went to grab a small box from his lapel.

He opened the small box before the woman he loved. Her gaze shifted from his face to the beautiful ring, impaled with a blue sapphire decorating it.

“Aemond… I-I…” She was speechless. The expression on her face was unreadable.

He tried to pull away, thinking he made a fool of himself but she pulled his face to meet hers halfway. Their lips joined into sweet harmony and he pulled himself even more into her. His hands roamed on her body, finding their way to the low of her back, her legs spreading to let Aemond get closer.

She pulled away from his lips, her hands on his strong face.

“Yes, I’ll marry you, Aemond. I’d marry you today, I’d have married you if we were children and I’d marry you again any day. I love you, Aemond Targaryen, I always have and I always will.”

His eye was glassy, a huge grin on his face appeared. He pulled one of his hands away, removing the ring from its box and placing around her ring finger. It was perfect.

She smiled so brightly, Aemond kissed her again. He was in heaven and he will always be if he’s with her.

Their wedding happened only weeks after the proposal and Aemond was the happiest with her. She was his and it was everything he ever dreamed of.

One night, a couple of years after their union, she was known as the untouchable wife. Yet someone in his family did not respect the “untouchable” aspect.

She was at a celebration, as were all of Aemond’s family. Music was filling up the room, the banquet was filled with too many people to count. But she could feel the presence of her dear husband behind her. They were both sitting at the main table, he grabbed her hand that landed on her thigh and kissed it, intertwining his fingers as well.

He pulled away, standing up, telling her he’ll be right back. Before he could pull back, she told him that she will go up directly to their room, it was late and she was tired. He nodded, offered her a sweet smile, and kissed her forehead sweetly.

As she made her way up, she was met with Aegon, his brother. Aegon was known for his sense, or his lack of sense, for the word “no”.

“Hello, wife. How dare you look so fine this evening!” He reeked of wine and many other beverages.

“Aegon, I am not your wife. Please go back to the venue, I’m sure there’s more women interested in you.” I desperately wanted him to go away.

“Mhm, must you have mistaken me, lady Y/N, yet I don’t like that attitude of yours.” He suddenly gripped her wrist tightly, and she tried to get out of his reach.

“Let go Aegon. Let. Me. Go. Now.” She ordered yet he pulled her flush to his chest and she hated every second of it. He breathed her in, and she pulled even harder to get out of his reach. He gripped her waist and before she knew it, she was pinned to a wall with both of her hands pressed behind her back, hitting the brick wall.

As he pressed himself even closer to her, she punched him between his legs and slapped him down on the ground before running away to her chambers.

Time passed before Aemond returned to their room. Y/N was asleep when he came into the room. Her peaceful form decorating the bed, her hair draping the pillow. He reached to her side, sitting besides her. He placed a sweet kiss on her forehead before reaching his side of the bed.

They were both sleeping in no time before Y/N was stirring up in her sleep. Aemond, like the light sleeper that he is, woke up in a second. She was whimpering in her sleep, her head snapping from sides to sides. She was clawing at her wrist, which Aemond tried to get her to stop.

“Jorrāelagon, wake up. Come on”, he clasped lightly at the hand that was clawing the other. “Y/N, wake up, come on, wake up.” He shook her slightly, sitting up in the bed.

She woke up and jolted up with small cry, she tried to pull away from him, as if he had hurt her.

“It’s alright, issa jorrāelagon, you’re alright. You're safe.” She realised that it wasn’t Aegon. It was only him. Only Aemond, the boy who she had loved for so long.

She melted into sobs when he pulled her in his arms, her legs pulled over his, one arm around her waist and the other one cradling her head. Her head and heavy sobs laid on his chest, his face resting by her head.

“Did you have a nightmare, dōna mirre?” She nodded weakly. Her sobs resuming. He praised her with sweet word in her ear, he cradled her in his arms, assuring her that she was safe.

Her sobs calmed down and she found peace in his heartbeat.

He looked down at the sight of her wife, he saddens at her gaze, his heart breaking because something is troubling her.

The hand that was cradling her head softly pulled at the wrist she was hurting in her sleep. He saw, even in the dim darkness, that there were marks, not of her nails, but of a tight embrace.

“Who did this to you, my love? When did this happen?” He questioned her softly, not wanting to startle her.

“I don’t want you to be mad.” She responded lightly.

He pulled her chin, making her look up at him.

“Love, I won’t be mad, I promise. I just want to know the truth.” He brushed her hair out of her face.

“It was Aegon. He was drunk, like always, but I was walking up to go to our room and he called me his wife, and he pulled my wrist,” She sniffled, Aemond felt her breath accelerate.

“Breathe my love, take your time.” He purred. Aemond was boiling on the inside but he could never be harsh on her.

“He pushed me to the wall, started to press himself against me, and I punched him away. I ran as fast as I could. I thought he was going to run after me, Aemond, I was so scared.” She truthfully told Aemond, her tears seeping his night shirt.

“Oh, dōna mirre, I’m sorry he’s done this to you. I’ll handle him in the morning, and I promise you he won’t ever touch you again, nobody will.” He caressed her hair, calming her down. He kissed the palm of her hand, trailing kisses down to her inflamed wrist. She calmed down, leaning into his touch.

Aemond pulled her down with him, to lay together in the bed.

“Everything is going to be just fine, darling. Rest in my arms, you’re safe.”

She turned to be faced with his chest. She looked up to his figure, some strands of glittery hair falling on his face.

“I love you, valzȳrys. Thank you for always being here for me.”

“No need to thank me, that’s what I’m here for. I love you." He whispered in her ear, pulling her against him, kissing her forehead and the rest of her face sweetly. She fell asleep in his arms, as she always did.

He’d deal with Aegon in the morning, and everything will be alright.

She’ll be alright. She was with Aemond after all.

“Ao sagon se jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson.” He pressed one last kiss on the ring that laid upon his wife’s finger and went into a peaceful sleep.

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I hope you like this imagine, I had a pleasure writing this. Here are the traduction in english for the Valyrian words.

Jorrāelagon: Love

issa jorrāelagon: my love

dōna mirre: sweet thing

valzȳrys: husband

Ao sagon se jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson: You are the love of my life