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Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- 18+ words and themes overall, cussing, DEATH super sad but heroic! Description of blood. Angst. END

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Chapter 30 ((Final))

You sit on the horse as you show Lyla a flower she seems very happy with. Sandor holds the reins, walking, and leading horse. 

“So.” Tormund pushes into his space. 

“Oh for fuck sake.” Sandor huffs. 

“Youre a King now huh! Bruised, battered, scarred,with a mighty fine lady and child! Might I add. And you choose what- to go back into a war!” he exclaims. 

“Fuck off ginger.” Sandor shoves him a bit. 

“Are you going with me?” Arya asks you to get your attention as she rides beside you. 

“Hm?” you ask. 

“To the castle. I'm going to the castle to give cersi what she finally deserves, she shouldn't have lived this long.” she scoffs. 

“Youre here for vengeance?” you ask. 

“Yes. You're not?” she asks 

“No. sure i came to give cersi one last, fuck you, but..its not to her demise.” you say. 

“So you are going into the castle?” she asks again. You scoff out and  laugh at her. 

The preparation is fast, almost too fast. Wildlings, dothraki, unsullied, volantian army and various other houses banded together at the front gates. Not wanting you to join but reluctantly allowing it by only letting him go with you, Sandor helps you, Arya and himself in disguises, hiding your clothes and wearing small folk-like clothing. Arya set up her various weapons, a knife in her boot, a holstered sword. 

“You can't talk her out of being a cunt you know.” Sandor says to you about cersi. 

“Not even about that.” you say looking down. 

“Hey..” he lifts your chin gently. 

“The bad things that happened here need to be put to rest. I just wanna say goodbye.” you say looking up to him. 

“Hmm.” he nods, pecking your lips. 

“Let's go.” Arya says. You nod and you both follow her to continue the descent into the city, slipping past guards and people hiding amongst the crowd you all maneuver around, with all the commotion of the impending doom upon the city it's relatively easy, but caution in case spotted regardless. A loud boom and screaming follows as people begin to scatter. Sandor grabs your hand and you all begin running for the castle dodging falling people and rubble. 

Hurriedly you all push open the doors and into the great hall which shakes with the blasts of distant dragon fire. But then it all stops. For a moment. 

“Go home, Arya.” you say to her. 

“No after what she did you think-...you really think I'm going to let her live?!” she asks.

The sound of the church bells ringing then silence. 

“She surrendered. That means she is vulnerable-” a huge shaking causing the pillars to snap and crumble the haul of the room shatters open. Sandor grabs you and pulls you back from the rubble. Arya jumps out of the way. 

The rocks settle and dust clears. 

“Go home girl! You want to die like this?” Sandor says. 

“No, I'm staying.” she says. 

“Arya dont let revenge be your death, im here to say goodbye. You should be too” you say, hugging her before climbing over part of the rock to the stairs and hurrying up them to the apartment quarters. 

You stop at your door and open it. Somehow despite all the years and the possible tenants, it's untouched. The night you left, fight on kingslanding, the overturned chairs and broken glass pieces. You look around seeing the bed walking twords it, the canopy draped over it, the sheets still messed from the last sleep. 

Another rumble shakes the room and Sandor runs in. 

“Let's go. It's not safe.” he says. You take one last look at the room before hurrying with him out and back down the stairs but the clashing of armor stops you both. There in front of you she stands, cersi lannister. The mountain by her side, she looks older, shorter hair, tired eyes. But you can see the regret. 

“y/n.” she says to you, almost welcoming. 

“And sandor..”she says distastefully

The men run forwards but Sandor pulls his sword and clashes with him. Pushing one back the rest way down, and cutting down the rest, leaving his brother. And her. 

“Will you let us pass now, Cersei." you say addressing her as her full name rather than a redeeming title. 

“Move aside brother, or I'll move you myself” Sandor barks out at his other half. 

Cersi steps aside and so does Gregor. Sandor moves you in front of him keeping you away from the two. You turn back to her. 

“You were always my favorite.” she says

“Whatever may come your way I hope it's with ill intent.” you say a large boom and the side wall crumbles. Cersi grabs you by your neck digging her finger tips into the flesh. 

“Yours!” she snaps to you before throwing you down the side. 

“NO!” Sandor yells reaching out to you as you fall, you both fall, the side of the stairway broke open with dragon fire and cersi pushed you out. And sandor, falling with you. 

Everything goes black with the world, the sound, everything. You've finally wondered how everything would feel when you died, and you're glad it wasn't painful, fast, easy. You wished that's how your parents died, wished that's how your brother died, how your son died, not fair. 

But death has different plans for you, happy ones, kinder ones. You cough having had the wind knocked out of you. Ash and dirt covering you as you roll over onto your side pain spiking through your entire body, your ribs and back. 

A weight against your legs as you look down through the ash and tear covered lashes. An arm, his arm.

You snap back to your side seeing sandor laying on the ground face up. And you sink. Shattering beneath you. 

“Ngh..” you pull yourself up against the muddled blood beneath his head and on his face. You choke a sob as you raise your hands to his face shaking. 

“n-no..No s-sandor..s-s…ah.” you yell out in pain sitting up looking around hoping someone can help but noone can its nothing but ashes and few quiet burning flames. You look back at his face. Laying back down against him sobbing, holding onto him. 

“Please dont leave me..please..not you..” you sob. 

“Y/N!!” you hear your name seeing arya riding up on a stray horse. She hops off hurrying to you. 

“Hes dead!” You wail out sobbing. 

“Wh-what..” she says as you sob out against his chest. 

“H-hey we cant stay here..ah come on.” she says. You don't budge. 

“HEY!” she says looking around seeing a downed cloth of some sort and puts it over his body moving you, before pulling the extra fabric around it tying it up as best as possible. You help her wrap him and attach him to the horse. 

She helps you on the horse as almost everything hurts to move. She gets on behind you and you both ride out of the open walls of kings landing back to the place of meetings. 

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Arriving there brienne is immediately at your side as she carefully helps you down holding you in her arms as you sob. She takes you away from everything and back but you fight her wanting nothing more than your husband. You're given milk from the poppy to calm down. It's days before you can eat again, having nightmares of the fall, dreaming he suffered. But you always know he didn't. You could barely make it through his funeral. And it took a few more weeks to heal up enough to begin transport for volantis.

You lay in bed watching as Lyla sits on the blanket of furs, the ladies maid watching her as well. She plays with her toys they'd found. She holds up one facing you, shaking it to you as it makes a little jingling sound. She smiles and giggles to you, you give her a weak smile. 

“Your grace.” Brieanne speaks as she steps into the room. 

You don't answer

“The preparations are ready.” she says. You sit up and face her giving her a sad smile and nod before nodding to the maid to begin everything. Packing, dressing and traveling. Getting home. 

Once stepping off the last carriage you stop outside the doors but stop the knights that stand before it. You see the difference, the castle is cleaner and the banner colors have been changed. A perfect golden yellow and black, the fox and a Hound in collide on the front. 

“No. Please, don't open the doors.” you say to the knights. They nod to you. 

“Are you alright?” Breianne says to you.

You stand there, lyla in your arms, looking up at the large wooden and iron door of the entrance. Lyla coos in your arms stirring as she nuzzles her face into your chest. Her dark hair falling against her face. The sandors did this.

Looking back to the doors you then the knight you nod to him to open them and they do. Stepping into the castle gates the staff bows to you as you pass the higher court members and debutaunts curtsy and bow at your presence. You hand lyla to the other maiden and detour from the original plan, heading to the throne room. 

Entering the large space you walk down the aisle, the yellow and black banners hanging from the pillar side as the two thrones sit at the far end. Your eyes tear up as you continue to walk down flashes of the day you were wed flood into your vision, how even though we were scared of everything that day it wasn't the fear of marrying him. 

Once reaching the end you collapse in front of the large chair, Sandor's chair. Letting out a sob as you hold onto the arm of the chair draped across the step. Letting your tears hit the concrete beneath you. You reach up to your side and pull his furs closer to you hugging yourself a moment before hesitantly regaining composure. You take a ragged breath before turning and facing the open space taking a moment before sitting in the throne chair. 

“Brieanne?” You call for her and shes there.

Her footsteps sound through the hall. 

“Your grace?” she says to you before speaking further. 

“This is the only throne chair we’ll need.” you say she smiles a wide smile and nods to you. 

“And Brieanne…?” you ask before shes to turn and inform the work meant to remove the extra throne. 

“Yes your grace?”she asks 

“Send word to the queen of the north, That house Clegane has arrived safely.”

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THE END

A/N - THIS IS CRAZYYY THE ENNNDDD. Yes that’s it the end of F.A.T.H. I really hope you enjoyed and stick around to se my other content with two new books coming into fruition. DAYRL DIXON and BUCKY BARNES!

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For the next Sandor cleaners book what would you guys like

If you have any ideas please comment them!!!

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His Sun

imagine!!

Remmick x Reader (X reader plot as too why Remmick is so caught up in trying to gain Sammy)

You and Remmick are together and have been even before he got turned. 

You would always sit with him or when his head layed on your chest you sing, and or, hum to him. The vibration and your voice soothing him giving him joy and being able to bring things to actual life with your voice. 

How you sang for the master and it enticed him to give you more privlage for you and him. But When he was turned he killed everyone in that slave hold that kept him working in where you were as well but when he got to you, you were lying on the floor bleeding to death as in a panic the slave master stabbed you. It was too late anyway a stab through the heart you couldn’t come back regardless of how many times he’d try, and he tried. 

Ever since then he’s been trying to find another person to bring you back to life and that’s why he attacked Sammy because he wants his songs to sing like him to bring you back to him. But obviously he dies and just accepts that he can finally be with you. 

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

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Daryl whistling to you: C’mon girl

You happily gets up from your spot to follow him.

Abraham chuckling: You like his dog or somthin’ y/n?

You: Woof woof bitch.

Daryl putting his arm around you kissing your temple.

(I’d get on my knees and bark)

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I LOVE WEED CHARLIE I LOVE WEEEEED

Super late happy 4/20

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Crazy.. ai winning would be so fucking unfair

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

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Me, getting distracted for a moment in just in smut and now I don't know what position they are in:

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i miss when he was dirty and gross

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Here i am sitting here in the dark of night in the middle of my bed, the only light coming from my laptop as i started at the screen wishing someone would make a story or fic about reader who realizes they can jump into other universes and gets stuck in the walking dead au and knows everything about everyone and what will happen but can do nothing to stop any of it. Then falls in love and gets torn back to reality….

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FOX AND THE HOUND PLAYLIST

Hi there i decided since the book is almost over imma share the music i was listening too while writing the entire thing. And i made it into a playlist in Spotify so if you'd wanna re-read the book here you go!

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PLAYLIST

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Apologize

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader smut

sum- Daryl yells at you making a big deal of you going outside the walls by yourself after just getting you back after everything and insults you, but he didn’t mean it and wants to prove it to you. cw- set in early season 5 in Alexandria, SMUT 18+ THEMES AND LANGUAGE MINORS DNI, read at your own discretion, pin v, unprotected, biting, marking, confession, fluff angst, oral (f) reciving, clit play.

“Hey..” you turn around seeing Daryl leaning against the frame of your door. 

“hi..” you say. 

Earlier that day Daryl was real to you. You have gone out for a run and brought back three horses that had escaped. But that's not what bothered him, not you being cheered on, or praised…that you went alone without telling everyone and when you came back it was more than a relief for daryl. Almost losing you before then. 

“YOU DONT THINK BECUASE YOUR FUCK’N STUPID! DADDIES LITTLE GIRL GREW UP WITH EVERYTHING SHE COULD EVER WANT!” He yells at you to push him back from you he hobbles back. 

“I DID THIS! FOR YOU! FOR CAROL! EVERYONE! I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!” you yell back. He shoots an arrow at you, it zips past your head and sticks into the post of the house. You stop. Staring at him. 

“It ain't walkers i'm worried about! It's other people!” he huffs. 

“Maybe it's just you!” you spit back instead of pulling the arrow out your break it in half and throw the half to him before storming off back to your house. It's a bit awkward leaving him there in front of everyone but that's the price you pay. Later that day Carol went up to Daryl asking him why he yelled at you. 

“She's stupid.” he says to her as he throws on a new shirt

“No she's not.” Carol says sitting on the bedside. 

“She's very smart. She saved us before everything she saved you..” she trails off he sighs leaning against the dresser. 

“Yeah..” he looks down. 

“She got us those horses by herself..they are big horses. Alexandria is safe daryl..she's safe." Carol says. 

“Yeah not safe enough if I couldn't stop what happened to her..the governor, the prison..the hospital.” he says. 

“That wasn't your fault.” she says. 

Dayrl signs shaking his head no. knowing it wasn't but still blames himself. 

“I-i couldn't save beth..barley her.” he says carol stands to him walking up to him tilting her head to the side. 

“You like her..i know that you like her alot..” carol leads. 

“But you only feel like shit for something out of your control when you love them..” she ends up looking at daryl. He avoids her eye contact. 

“I didn't mean those things I said to her,” he replies. Carol nods to him. 

“I know.. But I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. You're gonna lose her if you don't.” she says. Before she can reach out and place a hand on her shoulder he rubs his bow and vest and walks out of the room then the house down the street about two houses over to you. He stops at the porch knowing he more than welcome in as carol also stays in the home with you. 

He sucks it up and walks up the porch and onto the home he walks up the stairs knowing you're most likely in your room. The door is closed but a small knock from his knuckles hitting the wood is all he needs as permission to open the door. 

“It's open.” your voice says expecting carol so your sweet demeanor sounds through. Dayrl opens the door, seeing you sitting by the window. He sighs leaning against the frame. You spot him, your demeanor changing as you look at him. He sets his cross bow down on the side. 

“Hey..” he speaks. 

“Hi..” you answer back. 

It's quiet for a few seconds before Daryl speaks.

“Sorry..for what i said to ya… callin you stupid, and all you aint stupid.” he says his eyes flicking away from you. You look away from him. He picks up his bow and walks into the room closing the door and letting the bow re-rest on the wall. 

“When i couldn't find you this morning…just..reminded me of everythin’ else you know…losing the prison, beth. And then i thought of back when the governor took you glenn and maggie, i-...” his voice breaks as he cuts himself off looking down his fingers twitching in anxiety. 

“I just..i can't do that you know..i lost merle i can't be losing you too.” he says you look up to him. 

“I named the horse after you..” you say he frowns in confusion. 

“What I used to call you, squirrel.” you say he chuckles nodding. You get up from your spot walking up to him. 

“I love you..y/n...i cant be losing something like that.” he says 

“Merle would always tell me not to get attached to things but i could never really help-” you cut him off wrapping your arms around him  pressing your lips to him. You've always known Daryl crushed on you, the way he does things for you, purposely looking for things you'd like. And you liked him too.

His arms wrap around you kissing you back deeply. You don't break it until you need to speak back to him. But you don't get to speak before his lips are firmly back on yours. You pull off his vest and his hands move under your shirt. The rough skin against your bare torso sends a shiver up your body.

He pulls you until his arms lifting you with ease. Your legs wrap around his waist holding onto him as he pulls off your shirt before laying you back onto the bed. He pulls off his shirt. You sit up connecting your lips again. Bringing him down to you. His weight against you is more arousing than anything. The way his hands feel up the sides of you wanting more contact. His kisses move down to your neck as he nips and sucks. 

Making sure to keep you marked, even going as far as pulling back to make sure there's marks. Something for people to ask about, something he can watch you blush about when carol comes home and asks. Something for people to know who you are. 

“Fuck.” he grunts out as the buldge in his pants tightens the fabric. Your hands reaches down to him palming him through his jeans. You gasp when he pulls your hand away from him pinning both above your head as he continues to devour your skin.

“D-daryl” you gasp out as he finishes the bruises on your cleavage. He looks down to you blushing, waiting, needing. He lets go of your hands and immediately your touch is back on him, the weight of any hurt falling off his shoulders as you pull him back into you. 

You peck his lips before going for his belt, undoing it. 

“Nah..nah.” he says you look up at him confused. 

“Let me take care of you huh. After everything..just..” he trails off as you look up into his eyes, your hands resting on either side of his face comforting. You look at him seeing his eyes are welling with tears. 

“Hey..” you say softley. He doesn't answer you, just presses his lips back to yours laying you back down against the plushness of the bed. He kisses down your stomach pulling your jeans from you. The pink undies you and carol found on a spare run one day cause his cock to twitch in his pants. 

He lets his hands and fingers run along your thighs and waist feeling you under him. He kisses your thighs and legs. He worships you all over before removing your panties and diving into you. More feral than a walker he holds your thighs against his head as his tongue drives into you lickign you up. Your hand finds his hair and you grip into it. A guttural moan escapes Daryl's throat sending the vibration through your core causing you to squirm from him. 

“Ah..f-fuck..dayrl!” you gasp out as your release comes closer and closer to you. His grip on your thighs doesn't let up as he pulls you closer to his face burying himself into you.

You entangle yourself into his hair as you reach your peak, lapping up what left of your shaky state daryl sits up his lips shining with your arousal. You pant as you watch him shift taking off his belt and lowering his pants his cock springs free. The gasping is cut short when he continues to kiss up your body, his touch running along your skin. 

You sign out his name wrapping your arms around him. 

“Say it again.” he mumbles. You giggle as he adjusts himself rubbing his tip up and down your slit. 

“D-daryl.” you huff out. 

“Fuck..again.” he speaks deeply as he rubs against you. 

“Dayrl.” you moan out as he begins to enter you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he puts into you. 

He moans in your neck as your legs wrap around him. His hand presses against your thigh keeping it up around his hip. 

“Fuck..i love you…i love you so fucking much.” he huffs out. 

“Yes. ah dayrl..fuck..i love you..ah god.” you moan gripping onto him as he ruts into you. He roughly thrusts up into you making you loudly moan out and bite down against him he grunts out continuing the pace making you both louder. You just hope Carol isn't downstairs. How embarrassing. 

You grip onto him like your life depends on his as he continues for you both. You pant against him as that familiar feeling builds up. He pulls back from you staying connected, he pulls your legs up and onto his shoulders fucking you deeper. He moans and grunts and all the sound he makes causes your pussy to clench around him in your release. He brings his hand down to your core wanting more from you somehow and begins to rub your clit, easily finding it and playing you like an instrument, the music, your voice as you call out for him. Only a few more thrusts have him sending himself over the edge. He drops your legs kindly, but fast and pulls out of you he puts into his fist cumming against your tits and stomach painting you. 

He takes a moment to recover before telling you to stay. He walks to the side where a towel rests from your earlier shower and cleans you off. Not what you’d expect. He cleans you carefully and with love. Not just one swipe and done. Kissing your skin as he does. 

“Here.” He says , helping you up, you stand before him only for your knees to give you. He catches you as you go limp. You both chuckle. 

“M Sorry” he chuckles as you press your lips against his in a kiss before speaking again. 

“It's okay.” you smile brightly. He moves the covers to the side before picking you up and setting you back into the bed. He turns to put his clothes back on. 

“no..no.” you say, taking a hold of his arm. 

“Stay.. please.” you say. He nods without hesitation and gets into the bed neck to you he pulls you close to him as you rest against him his heat radiating to you the warmth spreading through your body as you snuggle into him. Almost immediately you are fast asleep out. But Daryl watches you the slow rise and fall of your chest, your sleepy face perfectly rested. Soon finding sleep himself after a few hours of watching you. 

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Morning comes and you wake up alone but a shirt is over your body in courtesy. You sigh and get up pushing your hair back. You look around the room remembering the chaos of last night. You pull the covers off you and get up now, able to stand however a slight shake to your legs makes you smile. You notice the towel is also gone but not his bow. It still rests on the side wall. You frown. You walk out of your room and down the hall down the stairs. 

You smell cooking as you walk into the kitchen seeing Carol setting up breakfast. 

“Morning honey.” She smiles at you. 

“Hi..” you say awkwardly as she give you ‘the smile’ 

“Dayrl come by last night?” she asks glazing at your shirt. You look down seeing Daryl's black sweater that he was wearing last night. 

“Um..y-yeah. He apologized.” you reply she nods, setting down a plate of food. 

“I know.” She smiles at you and blush creeps up against your cheeks. 

“You didn't hear, did you…” you say, pulling at the sleeve. 

“No. but I sent him over.” She says you feel a hand on your lower back and lips on your cheek. 

“Hey.” Daryl speaks as he comes into your view. He wears what he normally does and he has his bow. His hair is damp so he must have been in the shower when you woke up. 

“H-hi.” you say bashfully. 

“Stay safe, yeah?” Carol says to him knowing he's late for the morning run.

“Yeah.” he says to her before turning to you leaning into you. 

“I love you.” he says with his blue eyes looking at you. The embarrassment leaves as you smile up to him and nod. 

“I love you.” you speak back he pecks your lips before heading out the door. 

“Maybe he should move in here.” she says. You scoff, shaking your head. 

“I think Glenn and Abraham will miss him..don't you.” you say jokingly. Carol laughs and sets down her plate. 

“Come on..tell me about it.” she giggles and takes a seat you sit across from her and of course her being your best friend begins to tell her everything. 

Later that day you found out Rick and Glenn were joking about Daryl having the bite mark bruise and scratches on his back until you dropped off more weapon supplies and they saw your bruises. 

“So..” Rick asks Daryl once you leave. 

“What..” he huffs reloading a mag. 

“You two have fun?” Glenn chuckles. Dayrl shakes his head. 

“Nah man i don't kiss and tell.” he says.

“Such a gentleman.” Rick jokes 

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Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- 18+ words and themes overall, cussing, Child abandonment.

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Chapter 29

You watch as people pack up to go back home or take further siege on kings landing soon. You hear a child screaming and crying before you see the little girl who is just in small clothes bare feet running from something, someone. An older man in his light attire chasing her. 

She bumps into you before falling back into the icy mud. You hurriedly pick her up. She's very cold already. 

“by-your grace, apologies!” the ser speaks as he bows to you and then holds out his arms. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, pulling off your own furs and wrapping the barely clothed girl in them, hopefully warming them up. 

“My apologies for your grace, she escaped the carriage, w-we are taking the children who cannot be housed to the orphanages.” he says you look over seeing a carriage leaving.

“Do you not have any clothes in the carriage? She is in her small clothes and she's not but…two?” you scoff as you sooth the little girl who calmly sniffles in your arms. The knight doesn't say anything.

“Your grace.” you hear looking to the side seeing brianne. Her eyes widen a bit to the dirty child in your arms. You look back to the knight,

“She…she will stay with me while I get her cleaned up with clothes” you say to him. He nods. You let him go. He bows one last time before hurrying back to his post. 

“A child?” brienne asks. 

“She escaped the carriage on the way to the orphanage and is wearing almost nothing.” you say turning to the castle walking into the door as a knight at post opens it for you. You both walk through. 

“What is it?” you ask her. 

“You're leaving, yes? To volantis?” she asks. 

“Yes?” you are confused as to what she wants. 

“May I come with you?” she asks. You stop walking and turn around to face her. 

“Why? I thought you were joining the siege on kings landing?” you ask her. 

“I was…but there were…complications.” she says looking down sadly. 

“You can join us.” you say giving her a smile. 

“Us?” she asks. 

“Sandor, he is my husband. That won't be a problem considering your histories..” you say giggling. 

“No.. not at all i just wasn't aware he was joining you.” she says. 

“He's my husband..what do you mean?” you ask confused.

“He's joining the siege on King's landing…is he not?” she asks. Your smile and mood diminishes as you wrap the child up completely before handing her to brieanne.

“S-see to it that she's bathed and clothed properly.” you speak before hurrying off to find your husband, and it's not far as he looks over the rest of the weapons that are loaded into carts. 

“You're leaving me? Again?” you ask exclaiming to him. He turns to see. 

“What?” he asks. 

“You're going to king's landing, but you told me we’ll build a home.” you say. He sighs. 

“I have something to do there first,” he says. 

“So you were going to leave me at the dock..” you bark back.

“I wasn't going to leave you unprotected.” he huffs. 

“A fight is more important than me?” you ask. He doesn't speak. You nod, picking up your dress a bit before storming back off to the castle to take care of the child. 

—-----

You giggle with her as she plays with the bubbles in the large basin for her tub. The door opens and closes as you hear Sandor sighing before taking a seat in the chair that the towel lays against. She laughs as you blow the bubbles up. 

“It's not a fight…my love. I'm going to talk to my brother.” he says you frown in confusion before turning around to look at him. 

“Why?” you question.

“I don't know but I need to.” he says as you nod. And turn around. 

“Okay. then i'm going with you.” you say. 

“No youre not.” Sandor says sitting up. 

“Yes I am and no matter what you do to stop me I will find a way to join you… so yes. Sandor, I'm coming with you.” you shake your hands off. He gets up and grabs the towel handing it to you before you take it and pick up the girl wrapping her in the towel.

“Whos she?” he asks 

“She jumped off the carriage to the orphanage. I told them I'd clean her up and give her clothes.” you reply to him.

“hmm..Does she have a name?” he asks, looking at you as you fix the towel around her. 

“I didn't ask? But, it doesn't look like she can talk..” you say turning her to sandor and opening her mouth to him her tongue the wound completely healed but its clear someone had cut her. 

He huffs. Before looking back to you. 

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you,” he says. 

“It's alright.” you say getting up and kissing his cheek. He hums in contentment. You hear the rustling of him standing up and the step of his walk as he moves closer to you. 

“Ah. arms up!” you smile holding your arms up as the little girl mimics you in a giggle you put on her small clothes and a little warm dress. Sandors arm snakes around your waist as he kisses your neck. You smile at him leaning back into his embrace. 

“When does the group depart?” you ask him for more information on the king's landings raiding party. 

“Tonight, right before sunset,” he says. 

“Hmm.” you reply by putting on the slipper shoes of the little girl. 

“Have you packed anything?” you ask. 

“A few clothes, and weapons in the weapons crate but..not much. A segie on kingslanding after what fight just went down should be a fuck all easy.” he curses. 

It's quiet for a moment as you finish dressing the little girl wrapping her up in the furs making sure she's warm. Sandor rests his head against you being against you, calming his usually rugged state. 

“I love you.” he says, which sounds weak. 

“Mm. I love you.” you hum in content. 

“Are you alright…going back there, after everything that happened?” he asks you to pull you closer to him. 

“Everything that happened gave me you, joss…i wouldnt have that if it wasn't for king's landing.” you say turning your head to face him in some way. He nods against your shoulder. His grasp around you tightens a second before he reluctantly lets you go. 

“I'll meet you at the gate tonight.” he says, pressing his lips against yours in a quick but much needed kiss. 

“If you're gonna keep her, name her can't have a child runnin’ round without a name, lylas a good name i think” he says to you. You smile at him as he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

You pick up the little girl holding her in your arms as she rests her head against you. 

You look down at her shaking your head knowing you're too mentally weak to send her back. You sigh, nodding. 

“You need a name don't you.” you say to her knowing she wont answer. Comfortable and tired she's already almost asleep in your arms.

“Lyla..” you say. You take another breath before walking out the same door to continue last minute duties before packing up and meeting Sandor at the gate. You look up at him, the little girl in your arms. 

He places his hand on your cheek. You lean into it and can't help but allow the tears you'd been holding slip out. Sandor sighs, pulling you into him kissing your forehead. 

“We will disappear, somewhere no one can find us, just us.” he says as you nod against him before looking up to him. 

“We're taking Lyla with us.” you say to him he looks down at the little girl in your arms and nods. 

“Let go!” you hear jon hollar out. Sandor helps you up on the horse before getting on behind you. The sound of Drogon roaring above you as Daenerys flies on him, the rest begin to move you and Sandor included, you look behind you seeing Arya on a horse, and Sansa standing on the balcony side with brienne and podrick. You can see she has tears running down her cheeks. 

Sandor clicks his tongue to his teeth moving the horse up more and out of the gates you continue to watch the gates closing behind you all.

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[first-edition]

Wishes

Spencer reid x reader

(Not proof read my bad)

Soencer is turning 30 and you are the only one who remeberd

Confession kissing Spencer crying fluff

(Hes a blurb while i get back into writing sorry I disappeared lol)

You’ve been planning this for 2 weeks getting the decorations and presents and setting up his schedule so he’s be free. You’ve been talking to Emily about it but somehow it got lost in all the work and she’s forgotten you’ve tried to do the same with the others but they forgot as well.

“Hey! Spence.” You call to him. He spins around in his chair to face you.

“Hmm?” He asks

“What are you doing tonight?” You ask.

“I was gonna go see my mom but that got cancelled hospital difficulties so I was gonna go to the library of olden books.” He says giving you a small smile.

“Oh I’m well did you wanna come over maybe I could go with you?” You ask.

“Yeah sure that’s be great I can talk about the making and weaving of how hard covers and soft covers were made.” He chuckles

“Yeah!” You smile and nod walking off passed Morgan’s desk. As he eyes you in confusion.

———

The entire rest of your evening is filled with the large library soencer taking your hand and leading you to each book talking about how they were made and crafted and the kind of paper they used.

You actually found it quite interesting it helped that you had been crushing on him for the past 2 years and him as wel to you.

He bought a few books for an obscene price before you faked the realization that you had to rush home and since he drove you both hurried into his car and drove to your place.

“It’s fine Spencer I can just grab it and we can continue to another library before it’s too late out.” You smile as you open your door all the lights off not helping with the time of night as your home seems to be a menaching place to be.

“Light switch to you left.” You say as you disappear into the darkness. He closes the door behind him and turns on the light. The sight of balloons and presents with a mini banner that says happy birthday strung across the ceiling.

“Happy birthday spencer!” You exclaim holding out your arms. His expression drops as he looks around at all the things for him. You rush to the fridge to take out the cake you had made of his favorite flavor.

“I also got a cake. And custom ordered the flavor as well as the decor. The presents are all for you and I-“ you stop as you look at him setting the cake down. Tears fall down his cheeks and his bottom lip quivers.

“S-Spencer…oh I-I’m sorry I know you like cupcakes more but they didn’t have any and I just through may if you wanted you could eat it by your self if yo-“ with out saying anything else he cups your face and presses his lips to yours in a deep kiss which you kiss back.

It lasts for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Thank you..thank you so much you have no idea how much this- how much you mean to me and not just for doing this.” He says his voice breaking you wrap your arms around his neck kissing him again before pulling away to speak.

“You’re welcome I wouldn’t miss your birthday.” You say a smile on your face.

The rest of the night is spent with him opening every present he could’ve ever wanted eating cake and watching a movie before you’d both fallen asleep on the couch.

A few months would go by before the case in Vegas where he and Emily would be talking and she’d ask him how old he was.

“Common it can’t be that far how old are you 29.” She says rolling her eyes before Spencer has time to correct her.

“I’m thirty.” He says her expression changes in shock as she realizes.

“We missed your birthday?”

“No..not everyone. Y/n remeberd planned a whole thing.” He says smiling looking over at his girlfriend who talks with jj.

“Fuck….i forgot she wanted me to come over for that. I’m so sorry.” She apologizes Spencer shakes his head adjusting his glasses.

“It’s okay.”

“Hey! There’s a spot new place down past Luxor if you’re hungry.” You skip up to him holding onto his arm.

“Actually I made a reservation as Caesars palace for us.” He says.

“W-what!? Why.” You smile looking up at him. He leans down to you ear whispering to you.

“Happy birthday.” He says this time it’s his turn to remember your birthday.

[first-edition]

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