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The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Chapter Twenty

Summary: Y/n's clairvoyance is a gift from the Mother, but it feels more like a curse. With the power to gain knowledge through touch alone, Y/n holes herself up in The Alcove and hopes her powers and parentage will remain a secret. But things will change after the Summer Solstice ball and a chance encounter with a certain Shadowsinger.

Warnings: Canon typical graphic depictions

The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Masterlist

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You were running on coffee and willpower, and both were in short supply. You cradled what you promised would be your last cup in your hands, feeling your fried nerves inch closer to bursting into flames with every bitter sip.

Azriel had one arm looped protectively around your waist, propping you up against his side like an overworked bookend. You both sat huddled over the map you’d spent the last day and night laboring over until you could picture every stark line pressed behind shuttered eyelids like an afterimage. Until your cramped hands shook while clutching the mug like a vice.

Feyre, Rhys, Mor, Nesta, Lucien, and Cassian similarly hovered over the innocuous sheet of paper. Pale parchment glow flickering over expressions of intense thought.

You traced the outline of the lake, its form vaguely star shaped and pointing abstractly towards the north, south, east, and west.

“Here.” You tapped the northeast edge where a greyed out huddle of shapes formed the forest and a collection of scribbles marked the Death god’s home close to the waters. The lines swirled in your mind like a thousand snakes locked in battle, swallowing each other whole and getting eaten alive in an endless, vicious cycle.

Koschei’s portion of the continent lay flat and unassuming, seemingly vulnerable with the flatlands peering at his back with limitless entry points for enemies from the Continent. But the seductive ease of access through that region was a guise. Koschei was a death god, and a powerful one at that. Magic grew in and out of the soil there and what walked those woods had a strange habit of toeing the line between life and death.

The western corners swam in seas of grasslands, flat and open and unprotected save for the expanse of water a mile wide.

And the lake. The lake was the most curious thing of all. A black shape on paper, still and foreboding.

You knew from Andrian’s memories that enchanted swans flocked there — women layered with curses that kept them bound to the region in animal form — but nothing else. No creatures floundered in the salty dark. No animals came to drink from it as if they could sense the power that tainted it with decay.

“The boundaries of the Koschei’s power lie somewhere along here.” You pointed to the lazy line sketched down. “But I wouldn’t trust it. When Andrian was first sent off from the lake he crossed the plains towards one of the harbor towns on the coast and he felt that Koschei’s influence scaled with the distance away from the source of his power.”

“Any weak points? Places we could slip in unnoticed?” Feyre’s eyes scanned the page, reimagining your weak swirls of ink into something more layered. Something with more meaning that could only come about from the mind of an artist and a warrior.

You pointed to one of the star points and then to another toward the south. “Here and here. Don’t ask me how and don’t ask me why but these are the only two blind spots. Andrian used to sneak away from Koschei’s house to these two places.”

“To do what?” Cassian asked. He lumbered towards the back of the war room, easily peering over everyone’s shoulders to the flattened parchment and eyeing the wooden pieces strewn across the map, his own piece being tipped with a glistening red stone.

“To plan his escape.”

A hush fell over the room, thick and suffocating.

The boy had never succeeded.

Feyre’s lips flattened to a pale line, the air around her reverberating with heat as the temperature in the room rose — a drop of Autumn’s power magnified. She nodded to the second map, this one gathered from Azriel’s contacts on the Continent. Whereas your map had laid out Koschei’s land in detail, Azriel’s was suspiciously empty where the lake was concerned. The two fit together like puzzle pieces. “What’s the nearest harbor town?”

“Tournnes.” Azriel replied without needing to look down. You’d memorized one map, he’d memorized the other. “It’s a small fishing village located twenty-three miles to the southwest. Most of the inhabitants are men that come and go with the season and travel west from Slairn and Friesieg. It will be empty this time of year.” The fish would have gone south in search of warmer waters. Even here the Sidra had turned frigid, crusts of ice lapping up against grey sand shores.

Cassian shook his head, examining the map with a scowl. “There’s poor coverage getting from Tournnes to Koschei. And an abandoned town’s too obvious a place to hide any soldiers. It’d be better to come in from the east, through the woods.”

“Then we’d need to take the long way around Koschei’s territory.” Lucien argued back, “Our soldiers would need to trek through foreign lands for weeks and we’d lose any advantage Tarquin could give us by staying close to the coast.”

“You can’t trust those woods,” you gasped, your eyes flashing with fear that didn’t wholly belong to you.

Never enter those woods. Henna had once warned her Andrian. Never. Do you understand me?

Azriel tightened his hold on you, pressing his lips into your hair to brush against your ear. “Breathe, my love. Breathe.”

You hadn’t realized you’d stopped.

It was a heavy burden carrying the memories of others. Like a weight tied around your belly that hadn’t been properly woven into flesh. Something both part and apart from you. And you’d been feeling too many of Andrian’s memories in the past week since his death.

Silence flung itself over growing irritation and anxiety as everyone circled back to the same conclusion.

They wouldn’t be able to bring their armies abroad. And with limited numbers, brute strength would only go so far when forced to bring a fight to a foreign land against a foreign god. This would be decided by few. It would be as intimate as lovers. As ruthless as enemies.

“There’s still the other plan.” Nesta reminded them, glancing first at Feyre and you with the faintest of nods.

“I hate that plan, Nes.” Cassian gripped the back of her wing-backed chair and she reached up to take his hand in her own. She looked like a queen in her own right — harsh, pragmatic, unwavering. And he her mirror — a roguish knight, rough and wild and raw.

“I know. Unfortunately for you, it’s the best one we’ve got.”

“It’s the only one we’ve got.” Mor said with a sigh, rubbing her temples to alleviate the ache there. “We’re asking for a blood bath one way or the other.”

“Ione is still with us.” Rhys squeezed his cousin’s knee. “Without her, he can be killed.”

“But for how long, Rhys? How long until he finds someone else? Some other way?”

The question hung in the air like an ax ready to fall. An invisible clock ticking its way towards doom. Koschei had read the book’s contents. He had to know the secret to freeing himself was sheltered in Ione’s veins. So long as she was alive and breathing she was a threat as much as she was a tantalizing prize for him to tear his teeth into.

Feyre’s fingernails clicked on the glossy tabletop, eyes narrowed in on that splash of black on paper. Through the golden string tied to her lower ribs, she felt the tug of her mate’s silent agreement. Her eyes flickered upward for a brief moment, as if she could see through the layers of the House to the skies above. “For as long as we have Ione, we have the upper hand. But we can’t rely on it forever.” She looked at you, “ We go with the first plan. It will have to be enough.”

You shivered.

Four years ago, when the Day Court had first opened its borders to foreigners from other Courts, you’d encountered a male in the market. He’d been young and reckless and glamoured himself to live amongst the humans for six months. In that time, he’d learned their version of magic — the sleight of hand tricks and elaborate games of misdirection humans played on one another. Caped entertainers bedazzling crowds with obvious moves, while the real work happened just out of frame.

You thought of him now. You pictured him in the marketplace as he made a hand-painted playing card disappear from his hand into the fold of his suit jacket, only to reappear under an overturned teacup.

Yes.

It would have to be enough.

The crisp blade flashed in the dull light as you moved your feet back and forth in a practiced dance.

Left, left, right, duck, keep your wrist straight and slice up. Just like Azriel had instructed you. He stood off the narrow mat, hazel eyes tracing every slow movement of yours with a critical gaze.

“Practice makes permanence.” He’d reminded you earlier. “Get it right first, then we’ll worry about speed.”

Magic hovered over the House of Wind’s training gym, warping the air like a soap bubble as it shielded you from the frigid rain. Even so, the scent of petrichor and the cleanliness of frosted wind hung close to warn of the storm churning its way down from the north, carrying with it the promise of rainfall or the first true flakes of snow.

How poetic that winter should come with death chasing its heels while you were learning a dozen ways to kill a man.

“Here.” Azriel took your wrist in a loose grip, arching your arm and sticking the point of the knife into the training dummy’s jugular. Hay crinkled and burst out from the burlap covering instead of blood and you stepped away, locating the points in the liver, the lungs, the heart, the throat, under the arms, and more. Gruesome things made digestible by the motionless, fake body propped up on wooden poles.

You didn’t need to imagine what it would feel like for your blade to meet flesh.

Your arms ached. Hot, unfamiliar stretches of muscle trembling while slick with sweat. You could taste salt on your tongue as Azriel repeated himself.

“Be precise. Be quick if you can. Then run like hell.”

Incapacitation and speed. Those were the only two things you could rely on if things went south on the Continent.

Precise. Quick. Run.

“Emphasis on run,” You muttered beneath your breath. You adjusted your feet to match Azriel’s stance, feeling the strength of his muscles close to your body and imagining some of that power seeping into the ground for you to drink up.

The corner of his mouth twitched, then rose in a smile. “Exactly.” He stepped in, hands twisting your hips to be straight and then drifting up to your wrist. “Too much.” He corrected your bones with a feather-light touch. He wasn’t smiling anymore.

It should have been romantic. Him touching you like this with his front pressed against your back and his breath sliding over your skin as he taught you to wield a knife. Instead his insides churned relentlessly. Visions of you, blood-splattered and motionless on the ground, flashed through his mind. He’d be damned if he let that happen again.

You practiced on him next. Blunt, stone knife gripped in your hands as he moved in slow-motion. Azriel must have had everything custom made for you. The balance felt right in your hands, the movement as fluid as your awkward limbs could manage.

You clasped a hand around the back of his neck, dragging him forward as you swung up.

Where the head goes, the body will follow.

He didn’t so much as grunt as the stone wedged itself into his ribs.

You locked eyes with him and saw his pupils blown wide as a doe’s. “Good.” He murmured. “Again.”

On and on you went for hours, Azriel’s panic fueling the training he put you through, as if he could fit a hundred years of combat into a handful of hours.

You grunted when Azriel easily flipped you over onto your back, a scarred hand catching the nape of your neck so your head wouldn’t slam into the floor. The knife slipped out from your sweaty fingers, skittering away and disappearing beneath one of the weapons racks along the wall. You breathed heavily beneath him, feeling the grit of the ground and the sweat sliding into your hair and the leather brushing your chest with every breath he took.

In a real fight, Azriel would have killed you a thousand times over and he knew it. There was not a single moment where you could have saved yourself.

You saw the tell tale flicker in his eyes, the tensing of his jaw before he gritted his teeth and swore beneath his breath.

You felt shame seep into your stomach again. “Az—”

“I want you to take my memories,” he said. “Everything I’ve learned over 500 years.”

Metal whispered against leather as a tendril of shadow retrieved the knife and slid it into the thigh sheath Azriel had tied around your legs only hours ago. It felt strange to have such an unfamiliar weight against your thighs. To know that only leather kept the wicked blade from slicing you to the bone.

“We’ve been over this before, Azriel. I can take however many memories I want from you until I can picture every way to take down an enemy in my mind’s eye. But that doesn’t mean my body will obey or follow through correctly. Knowing things mentally isn’t the same thing as knowing things physically.”

Azriel huffed in frustration, dropping one hand to your waist like he often did and gripping the flesh there to ground him.

“If we had more time—”

“When this is over we’ll have more time.”

If I make it.

Because if there was anyone who would survive what was to come. It was Azriel. And you could find a great deal of comfort in that.

Azriel must have read your doubt because his eyes hardened and his hands came up to cup your jaw. “We will have more time. We’ll have time for everything, do you understand me?”

“Like what?”

“Whatever you want. We’ll travel the Courts. I’ll take you dancing and—”

“You’ll teach me a dozen new ways to kill someone?”

“Exactly.”

“Should I start keeping a tally?”

“If that would help, then yes.” He dipped his head down, kissing you firmly on the lips, the taste salty and warm to the touch. Kissing you came easy now. Touches were a comforting drug he craved daily.

“If things go wrong—” He whispered, flicking a strand of hair out of your eyes. “Promise me you’ll find me.”

You blinked up at him, tracing fragments of gold in his eyes.

“Find you,” you echoed, your voice tinged with sadness. “You’re not going to convince me to run?”

He laughed bitterly. “I know you too well, my love. You wouldn’t listen even if I did. If anything, it would make you want to stay and fight even more, just to prove me wrong.“ “Then is this some reverse psychology? You tell me the opposite of what you want, so I end up doing what you intended all along?”

“You’re thinking too deeply about this.” He slid his arms around the small of your back, dropping his weight until you were flush against him. Until you could feel his heart beating beneath his skin in time to yours. “Find me, so I can protect you. And so if anything happens, we won’t be alone. I want you to promise me.”

You caressed his cheek, the coarse bandages he’d wound around your wrists and knuckles scratching the skin of his jaw and the faint stubble that had grown there over sleepless nights. “I promise I’ll find you, Azriel. We’re better together anyways.”

He could never disagree with you. He lifted you back onto your feet, kissing your forehead. “Three more drills, then we’ll be done for the day.”

He made you run five. The bastard.

You’d dreamed of what might come. Nightmares filled with glassy-eyed children and skeletal forests where the dead roamed free. A black lake with stones of bleached bone to fill your lungs and choke the life out of you.

You wanted to make Azriel proud. You wanted to be the kind of warrior who could match him physically, not just mentally. The kind of female he’d never have to worry about protecting in that way. But violence had never been beaten into your bones and you could only hope that the skills you did possess would see you through to the end.

You and Azriel would make it. You’d all make it.

Some way.

Somehow.

Then there would be time for everything you had ever wanted and everything you’d never had the courage to ask for.

You woke up to a world shivering beneath a dusting of snow. Frost creeped up the windowsill, trying to slither inside before the House’s magic burned it away. A grey, ashen sky hung low over the mountains, mist blowing over and gathering in valleys until they were transformed into pools of smoke.

So this is it. You thought wearily, tasting the change in the air. Winter’s finally here to choke the world into submission.

You burrowed further under Azriel’s wings, chasing the heat that rolled off his skin. When you looked up at his eyes they were already trained on the weather, some similar tangle of thoughts running through his mind that had his grip around your waist tightening.

“The other death gods. Have you met any of them, Az?” You whispered your question into the hollow of his neck, feeling the blood rushing beneath your lips until he answered.

“I’ve met a fair few. The Bone Carver, Stryga, and Bryaxis joined our side in the final battle against Hybern and Nesta was equivalent in power when she first emerged from the Cauldron.”

“Nesta?” You asked questionably.

She was a collection of sharp edges wrapped in silk and cunning, but a death god?

Azriel smiled ever so slightly. “You didn’t know her then, but she was a terror to behold. You could feel her presence in a room like a knife in your back or a flame licking at your heels so hold it starts to freeze. Only Cassian was foolish and lovestruck enough to approach her at the time.”

You tried to imagine it — Cassian’s wild, borderline arrogant mannerisms going toe-to-toe against Nesta’s magnified sharp grace. “That sounds about right.”

“Feyre knows the most about the death gods. Has come face to face with the most. Rhys sent her into the Weaver’s cabin to retrieve her engagement ring — don’t give me that look, my love, I don’t understand it either — and she’s the one who convinced The Bone Carver and Bryaxis to fight for us.”

“Feyre has a penchant for endearing herself to monsters.”

Azriel smirked, pearly teeth flashing. “You have no idea.” Then he said something that stuck with you. “The Bone Carver was especially close to her.”

Anytime the Bone Carver — Thanatos — was mentioned, you could only think of Bethsevah. The one person who had ever looked upon his true face and never flinched.

“How so?”

Shadows swarmed around his ears, as much a sign of his thinking as it was a sign that whispers beyond your own understanding were reaching him.

“When Feyre met with the Bone Carver, he made a bargain that he’d only fight for her if she could descend into the Court of Nightmares and bring back an enchanted mirror without going mad. Feyre said she saw her true form when she looked into her reflection, and that it was only by accepting this form that she was able to keep the madness at bay. The Bone Carver was impressed with her and pledged his loyalty to her from then on.” Azriel shook his head, wings flaring out in another sign of his thinking. “It never made sense to me why a being like him would even make that bargain to begin with.”

“Even death gods can be surprised. We should consider ourselves lucky.”

“It wasn’t just that though. I was watching when he died. He… he turned his face up to the field at Feyre and he smiled at her. It felt like a bittersweet ending to a story I didn’t know. Like he was saying goodbye to more than just this world.”

You draped your arm over his chest, tracing the black ink swirling across his chest and over his shoulders like ocean waves. The Bone Carver was more myth than legend to the few fae that had known of his existence and you knew with each passing century his story would be steadily wiped from the earth like wind shaving down stone. His name would become a whisper. His story, and Beth’s, a tragedy for no one but the stars to weep to.

But you were still here, and your time with Bethsevah’s book had left you with no small amount of fondness for him. For now you would still be able to whisper his true name.

“Thanatos.” You said. “He loved this world and the people in it. He sacrificed his life for it. I think he had many things he wanted to say goodbye to.”

“To Thanatos then.” Azriel raised an invisible cup towards the ceiling of his bedroom, silk sheets sliding down his arms.

“To Thanatos,” you echoed.

You eventually went through the morning motions together —Azriel helped lace up the back of your dress, and you buttoned up his shirts, careful to avoid the fragile membrane of his wings as you stood at his back.

He tugged you away from the bedroom door at the last moment, your questioning eyes softening when he cradled your face in his hands and stole one last kiss in the privacy of your room, murmuring "Beautiful," against the crown of your freshly brushed hair.

"Do the others know you're such a hopeless romantic?" You asked, finally opening the door and breaking the spell of privacy.

Before Azriel could answer, Cassian blew past the room, shockingly quiet for his mountainous size. "Yes, we all know," he shouted before disappearing down the hall.

Ione stood proud and tall in front of the windows, grey eyes narrowed at the Sidra as it wound through the valley like a snake. Cassian slid into the space beside her and handed her her cane. She knew instinctively where the warrior stood and where his hand reached out towards her. She took the cane without the second glance. A golden lion’s head roared from atop its wooden post, Ione’s fingers resting squarely between its glistening teeth as she leaned experimentally on the new device. Cassian had ordered it custom for her and she knew that hidden within the sleeve of glistening redwood was an iron rod forged in enchanted flames that rendered it near unbreakable.

“Careful.” She reminded Cassian when she caught him staring for too long. “This body may be different, but I can still bring you to your knees.”

Cassian chuckled, “I don’t doubt that.”

She slammed the cane against the ground once. Twice. Testing its strength and finding it worthy. “Do you think it will happen soon?”

This waiting — it was beginning to grate on her nerves. This foreboding calm that threatened to fall away into chaos and bloodshed. She almost wished she were living three years into the future, when she was finally done healing from her wounds and the future had faded into the background of her life once more.

“If I could see into the future, I would not be here right now waiting.”

“And yet here we are.” Ione sighed, shoulders rising and falling elegantly beneath a wrinkled but slender neck.

Cassian would have said more had Feyre and Rhys not entered the room together, bruises layered beneath their eyes as they plastered on bright smiles for their family, tension visible through the cracks in their porcelain teeth.

The Inner Circle had assembled in their entirety at the request of their High Lord and High Lady. There was no holiday to be celebrated. No birthdays or anniversaries or special occasions. The fare that had been laid out on the table was simple and everyone filled their plates before spilling out across the sofas and the armchairs or carving out a space on one of Rhysand’s expensive hand-woven rugs. There would be no special meal around the new table devoid of scratches and watermarks and the passage of time and love. This was their family, and for their family it was the company that put finery to shame.

Elain was a flutter of movement in and out of the kitchen, shepherding pots of tea and fruit tarts before Lucien finally caught her around the waist and made her rest. The House was equally restless. The lights strung above the fireplace mantle flickered like lantern flies.

Mor sat with Emerie’s wings draped around her shoulders like a cape and Gwyn sat on the floor, hugging her knees close to her chest as she rested her head against the Illyrian female’s knee. To no one’s surprise, you and Azriel clung to the corner of the room, content to watch everyone’s laughter with your arm subtly looped around his.

He still hasn’t told her, I see. Emerie noted, watching your smile stretch into place when Azriel leaned close to whisper in your ear.

Does it matter? Mor teased, kissing Emerie’s nose reverently. The Illyrian’s cheeks turned warm. Emerie had not been granted the freedom to explore romance to the same degree as Mor, something she’d worried about when they first started their courtship. But if anyone asked the blonde, she’d tell them it drove her wild to see how such simple gestures could reduce the fearsome warrior to a puddle, even now. Mor tucked herself into Emerie’s side, throwing her long legs over the armrest. It’s probably a good thing. If they could speak to each other like this, we’d never hear from them again.

Emerie laughed into Mor’s golden hair.

Conversations rose and fell. Plates emptied and clicked as they were laid out on the coffee table.

It was a simple peace they welcomed with open arms.

They didn’t hear the faintest thud coming from above their heads.

You smiled when one of Azriel’s shadows wove themselves into your hair, tickling the sensitive skin behind your ear and along your neck.

“Sorry,” Azriel whispered, trying and failing to draw them back to him for the nth time that day. “I don’t know what’s gotten into them.” They’d been especially touchy as of late, nipping at your heels like a litter of puppies vying for attention or hiding in your pockets. It was a mixture of Azriel’s own feelings that spurred them on and their own desire to protect what they’d claimed as theirs.

“It’s alright, Azriel. I like having them around.”

They hummed amongst themselves, happy to see you so pleased. Sometimes, Azriel wondered if you’d be able to learn to listen to them as well. To tease apart that secret language he couldn’t begin to describe.

Maybe you were listening to them now without even realizing it.

Maybe that’s why you and Azriel were the only ones whose eyes snapped towards the hallway before the first creak of wood sounded throughout the House.

The shuffling of a new, unfamiliar set of feet down the stairs had the hair on the back of your neck rising and crackling with energy.

It wasn’t Jurian. It wasn’t loud enough to be Jurian. He so rarely descended from the attic that he made a habit of making his presence known, tired feet shuffling along the rugged staircase with measured drags.

You walked over to your brother and tugged on the back of his shirt. “Jurian—”

“That’s not Jurian.” Lucien said with bated breath. He was the third person in the room to hear the sound.

He’d checked on his friends less than a handful of hours ago. Jurian had been as he always was — weary but hopeful as one hand had clenched the bundle of morphine and the other had leaned against the food cart Lucien had carried up to the top floor.

And Vassa… Vassa had been uncharacteristically quiet, slouching against the wall of her gilded cage, raw skin and thin feathers trembling with her haggard breath as she slept.

“You should come down.” Lucien had said. “You deserve a break.”

But Jurian had only shook his head and flashed a tight smile. “As much as I would love to bless you with my presence, I won’t leave her like this. But one day, my friend, we’ll both walk down those steps together and have a proper celebration. I promise you.”

Vassa came down the steps.

Alone.

Naked.

Shivering.

You eyed the window where the mid-afternoon sun beat down on a frosted city.

It was the middle of the day… and Vassa was human.

You clutched Lucien’s arm, fingernails digging through his cotton shirt before he could take another step forward. Silence suffocated the room. There was something deeply wrong with the cursed queen. She trembled like a newborn fawn unceremoniously dumped into the world, her skin puckered and pock-marked from where she’d picked at old scabs and opened new wounds. The whole array hung from bones so thin they may as well have belonged to a bird.

“Vassa…” Lucien’s voice broke on her name.

A path of bloody feathers trailed behind her.

She grasped at strands of her fiery red hair and tugged. Hard. You focused all your energy on keeping the food in your stomach when strands fell through her bloody fingers and saliva rose in your mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Lucien. I can’t… It won’t stop.” Her voice, which had once been beautiful, grated your ears. “My skin. It feels like I’m crawling out of it.”

“Vassa.” Lucien held out his hands, showing her they were empty. “Where’s Jurian?” He would come down. He would help her in ways only he was capable of.

“I don’t… I don’t know…”

“Where’s Jurian?”

At the second mention of her lover’s name, Vassa broke down crying. Fat, ugly tears streaking down tan cheeks that had turned sallow and grey. She wiped them away, fingers dripping. There was a deep, unyielding hunger evident in every stutter of her body as her eyes raked across the room. You flinched when those milky, teal eyes passed over you… and landed on Ione.

Elderly, painfully human, Ione.

Vassa’s left eye twitched and Azriel had only enough time to tackle you to the ground and cover your body with his own before the mortal queen burst into flames.

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Author's Note:

^^ Visual depiction of how I've felt the last week like what in the world? I'm getting enough sleep I swear but every morning I feel like I'm dragging a two ton boulder behind me until I get a sip of that bitter goodness. Ugh. Hope y'all are resting better than I am.

Anyways, I know it's been a while since I posted, but the chapter is here! Whoop! And I hope you enjoyed :) As always, feedback is appreciated and welcome if you have burning things you need to get off your chest (doesn't even have to be SSIB-related honestly my inbox is there).

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pumpkin pie ("i've met strays who were more obedient.") + vanilla cheesecake ("where are your manners?") + berry trifle ("wrong. try again.") + frozen latte (dumbification) + mint julep (punishments) + dark roast coffee (sub!character)

cw: smut/pwp, sub!max, dom!reader, punishments, dirty talk/degrading language, masturbation, teasing, jerking off, sex toys, mean!reader, filth (!!), mention of oral sex

you weren't with max. in all fairness the idea of being a wag felt a bit... wrong. you weren't the ideal woman for the prestige of formula one. a little rough around the edges. but yet in the sea of models in monaco, max was currently knelt down on the floor of your bedroom with his arms bound behind his back.

painfully panting at the feeling of you on your knees in front of him. stroking his cock. the soft noises from his lips as he tried to buck into your touch, but he knew what would happen if he tried to take more than he was given.

"god max. i've met strays who were more obedient." you sighed as you continued to jerk him off. your smaller hand around his painfully erect cock. the tip of it was almost purple from the blood rush.

it was making everything painfully dizzy for him. his tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he tried to form words. but there was nothing to be said. this was a punishment.

while in all fairness, you couldn't care less what place max came in. you often had the races on when you made breakfast. you knew very clearly that max was the best. but when he came in fourth in the most recent race, just slipping out of the podium. you weren't shocked that he wanted to see you after. flying back home to monaco to see his mistress.

it wasn't about love. after max's previous relationship went south very fast, he yearned for something different. he didn't need arm candy, he needed a woman that'll dip her fingers into the sick desires in his head. mess him up inside and out.

like you were now. jerking him off alongside a toy, keep orgasm just out of reach. you sighed, "where are your manners, verstappen? did you leave them on the track? you didn't even say please or thank you when i invited you into my home." you shook your head.

max dipped his head down and you grabbed him by the face with your free hand, forcing those blue eyes to look at you. he swallowed and felt like he was going to explode.

he swallowed deeply, "i'm sorry, miss. i'm sorry." his voice was tight. he was so painfully desperate. it made something curl in your stomach. it was hot in a way. having him bound like this.

his strong arms behind his back. you often wondered if maybe you should get a collar from that thick neck of his. the thought was amusing as you continued to pleasure him alongside the toy stuck to his cock via medical tape.

you kissed him lazily on the mouth and said, "see. you do know how to be good. but, you need to be better."

he nodded dumbly, "i will. i will." his tongue was loose when he got this deep. when he was using all of his willpower to keep it together. poor, poor max verstappen. needing to be punished for every little mistake.

if you don't do it, then he'll beat himself down to the bone. your time being a dom had led you to understand. that men desperate enough to let go of the control, often had skeletons in their closet.

and you had only scratched the surface in the six months you've been with max. you held his face in your hand and scratched his scalp with the other. it was almost affectionate.

you said lowly, "i need perfection, verstappen. i will not accept anything less. and you know this. i let it slide when you get onto the podium. i am forgiving. but slipping past third is unacceptable."

he nodded, "yes, miss. thank you for your kindness.'

you kissed him softly on the lips. your red lipstick stained the corner of the man's mouth. he whimpered a little and you smiled.

his voice was light as he said, "please, miss. i'm sorry."

you smiled then got onto the couch, which made max whine. but not too much, or else the punishment would be dragged out. you were naked like him and sat down. you got one leg up onto the couch and exposed your wet pussy to max.

you dragged your fingers across your sex before you sank your fingers in. you rubbed your clit a little as you pleasured yourself. you sighed, "you have so much to learn, max. i bet you don't even know how to make a woman cum. you formula boys are all so greedy. take, take, take and hurt whatever woman you want in the process." you shook your head, keeping your composure as you pleasured yourself.

he whined, "not to you. never to you, miss." his voice felt tight. he was starting to lose it. the pleasure was eating his brain and leaving mush behind.

you seemed almost bored, un-amused by max's desperation. leaving him out to dry as he withered against the toy taped to his swollen cock. you said, "right. because you're a good boy, right? well.. good boys get world championships. you're slipping verstappen. what's going to happen if norris or sainz beat you."

he swallowed and squirmed, "I'll do better next time, miss. please."

you felt a flame in your stomach as you pleasured yourself to max's sweet pleas. the promises of being better. to push himself to the next level. and while the games were fun, you could tell that max was getting too far gone. his self control was slipping.

the last thing you needed was a sub off the deep end. this was kink sex, not fucked up therapy. you pulled your fingers out of your sticky cunt then leaned back into the couch to get comfortable. you then said, "cum."

and a moan choked out max's throat. he hunched over and let out a strangled noise as he came all over himself. ropes of cum hit all the way to his chest. he was a sweaty, overstimulated mess. he thought he was going to collapse over himself from the intensity of it all.

you chuckled a little at the suddenness of it. you leaned forward on the couch, your bare cunt exposed to him. your legs spread open as an invitation for him. you took him by the hair of the hair and looked into his eyes. "and how do we thank me for being able to cum?"

he swallowed. those blue eyes gazed up at you, his breath staggering, "trips? money? anything!" he sounded almost desperate. it was a good look on him.

you yanked his hair a little and said, "wrong. try again."

he said, "giving my mistress the pleasure she deserves." before you pulled him right up against your soaked cunt and he got to work. the groan that left his lips as his face collided with your pussy made you shiver.

you had to give max credit. you was determined when it came to repaying what he felt like he owed you. this was not a romantic partnership. but as max looked up at you, his tongue against your sex. you wondered if like most things max did, he was hiding from a truth.

you pulled him closer to your pussy and let him indulge. which only made his cock twitch in alertness. it would be a long night, and you intended to use every moment of it <3

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The Best News of Last Week - November 28, 2023

🐑 - Why did Fiona the sheep become a mountaineer? She was tired of the "baa-d" jokes at sea level!

1. Pope Francis dines with transgender women for Vatican luncheon

Pope Francis hosted a group of transgender women — many of whom are sex workers or migrants from Latin America — to a Vatican luncheon for the Catholic Church's "World Day of the Poor" last week.

The pontiff and the transgender women have formed a close relationship since the pope came to their aid during the COVID-19 pandemic, when they were unable to work. Now, they meet monthly for VIP visits with the pope and receive medicine, money and shampoo any day, according to The Associated Press.

2. New York just installed its first offshore wind turbine

The first wind turbine installation at South Fork Wind, New York State’s first offshore wind farm, is complete.

The 130-megawatt (MW) South Fork Wind will be the US’s first completed utility-scale wind farm in federal waters.

3. Anonymous businessman donates $800k to struggling food bank

But this Thanksgiving, a longtime prayer of food bank leaders was finally answered: an anonymous benefactor donated the full $800,000 they needed to move out of a facility they've long outgrown. That benefactor, however, preferred to stay anonymous.

"Very private company, really don't want attention," said Debbie Christian, executive director of the Auburn Food Bank. "It's a goodhearted person that just wants to see the work here continue, wants to see it expand."

4. Empowering woman saving hopes and mental health of suffering Ukrainian kids

Kenza Hadij-Brahim is at the forefront of promoting Circle of Toys

Hadj-Brahim is helping to launch the Circle of Toys initiative. A project that provides Ukrainian children in need of some normality with preloved toys. This new initiative connects people with old toys they might otherwise throw away, with Ukrainian families in need who want to provide some comfort to their children in this distressing time.

Find Refuge said : “The endeavour is driven by a sincere purpose: spark joy, foster play, and bring a hint of normalcy back to the young lives in Ukraine.”

5. TWO LOST CITIES HIDDEN FOR CENTURIES WERE JUST DISCOVERED IN BOLIVIA

Researchers have found these areas not only housed structures and pyramids but it has been uncovered that there were advanced irrigation systems, earthworks, large towns, causeways, and canals that cover miles.

Dr. Heiko Prümers from the German Archaeological Institute, who was also involved in the study comments that “this indicated a relatively dense settlement in pre-Hispanic times. Our goal was to conduct basic research and trace the settlements and life there. The research sheds light on the sheer magnitude and magnificence of the civic-ceremonial centers found buried in the forest”.

6. Sheep dubbed Fiona rescued from cliff in Scotland where she was stuck for more than 2 years

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And at last, some positive climate news:

7. Three positive climate developments

Heating

When the Paris Agreement was adopted, the global reliance on fossil fuels placed the world on a path towards a 3.5C rise in temperature by 2100. Eight years on, country commitments to reduce their carbon footprints have pulled that down slightly, putting the world on a path for a 2.5C to 2.9C by the end of the century.

Peak emissions

Annual greenhouse gas emissions responsible for climate change have risen roughly nine percent since COP21, according to UN data. But the rate of the increase has slowed significantly. Recent estimates by the Climate Analytics institute find global emissions could peak by 2024

Rising renewables

Three technologies—solar, wind and electric vehicles—are largely behind the improved global warming estimates since 2015.

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types of spells and ideas for methods of casting [long post]

Attracting

fill a small jar with honey and add a written statement of intent to the jar - seal and set the jar in direct sunlight to manifest your intent

stir your morning coffee or tea in a clockwise motion while focusing on the intent of what energies you wish to attract for the day

fill a jar with herbs and crystals that represent what you want to attract and add a statement of intent

charge a crystal and wear on your person to attract certain energies

create a sigil and either draw it on yourself or on paper and keep in your pocket

create a talisman, charge it, and wear it to attract various energies

Banishing

take an item that represents what you wish to banish and: throw it in the trash, flush it down the toilet, burn it, bury it, drown it

burn the item and sweep the ashes out the back door or bury them

carve the name of what you want to banish into a black candle and let it burn down completely - bonus points if the candle is anointed with herbs or a binding oil

transmute negative energy into a stone (preferably a black stone like onyx) and throw it over the fence in your backyard (or whichever direction is south in reference to your home)

stir your morning coffee or tea in a counter-clockwise motion while focusing on the intent of what energies you wish to banish for the day

using incense that is associated with banishing negative energy, walk around your space in a counter-clockwise motion with the lit incense in your hand

Binding & Sealing

wrap a string around a poppet or other representation of the target or item you wish to bind

put the poppet or other representation in a plastic bag filled with water and freeze it

place the item in a black box and seal it - store in a dark place or bury the box in your backyard

write the item you want to bind on paper and seal with wax - keep safe until the bond is broken

perform a tie-breaking spell

Blessing & Consecrating

anoint an object with holy or blessed water/oil

use spring water to bless objects

place the object in a dry bath of herbs or flowers that are known for blessing

pass the object through incense smoke that is associated with blessing

use a censer to consecrate a place or a room

Cleansing

leave the item in the path of direct moon, sun, or starlight

place in a dry bath or herbs or flowers that are associated with cleansing

place the item in a bowl of sea salt

pass the item through incense smoke that is associated with cleansing

pass the item through running water

anoint the item with a cleansing oil or charged water

bury the item in soil for 3 days so it may be “reborn” when unearthed

place a cleansing crystal on top of or next to the item

hang a wind chime outside of your home to negate negative energies before they have the chance to enter your home

physically clean and freshen your space - dust, mop, open the windows and let some fresh air inside (you can view this as an "out with the old and in with the new" situation)

Cursing

fill a poppet with baneful herbs and crystals, seal it, and store in a black box

add baneful herbs and crystals to a jar with a piece of paper that states the target’s name or a description of them and seal it

create a poppet or other representation of the target and destroy it (commonly by burning)

utilize martian or saturnian energy for baneful magic

stab the poppet with pins and needles

curse an item and "gift" it to the target

Dreams & Sleep

fill a sachet with herbs associated with restful sleep and peaceful dreams and hang above your bed

place the sachet under your pillow

wash your bedsheets and sleep clothes with a few drops of lavender or chamomile essential oil

alternately, choose fabric softener that is lavender scented to wash your sheets or sleep clothes with

create a sigil for peaceful dreams or dream recall, charge under the light of the moon, and place it under your pillow before you go to sleep

utilize lunar or neptunian energy in dreamwork

mugwort, peppermint, or valerian root tea before bed for vivid, lucid dreams

chamomile tea before bed for restful sleep

lemon verbena (vervain) tea before bed for dreamless sleep

when bathing at night, create a sachet that matches your intent and place in the bath or shower

Glamours

utilize energy from venus and pluto for beauty and transformation but also neptune for illusions, mysticism, and confusion

anoint the containers of beauty and hair products with venus (beauty) or pluto (transformation/metamorphosis) water/oils/herbs

leave the item you wish to cast a glamour on under the full moon

charge a talisman with the effect you wish to have on others and wear when you go out for the day

add pluto water/oils/herbs and moon water to a bath for a full body glamour (write your intent with bath crayons on the tub or shower wall for an extra boost)

create an energetic shield over yourself in which the outside mirrors what you want others to perceive of you

Goal & Wish Manifestation

write your intent on a bay leaf and burn it

turn your intent into a sigil and store it in a jar filled with herbs or other items that represent said intent

place a written description of your goal or wish in the center of a crystal grid using stones that are associated with manifestation and power

place a coin in moon water while focusing on your wish or goal (leave container under direct moonlight overnight so that it may charge)

light a candle whose color matches your intent and while focusing on your goal or wish, blow out the candle

add a catalyst to your spell

use energy from mars (power) or jupiter (luck)

Personal Power & Effects

create or enchant a talisman that represents your intent, charge it, and wear it on your person

add herbs that are associated with personal power to a ritual bath

create a potion from herbs associated with power and drink in the morning for a boost during the day (think caffeine)

use a catalyst in the aforementioned activities

utilize whichever planetary/cosmic energy you see fit

Warding

sprinkle a mixture of protective herbs around the perimeter of your home while walking clockwise

leave protective crystals at each corner of your space

hang a protective amulet above the door to your space; wear a protective amulet for personal protection

create a protective witch bottle and bury near your front door

plant herbs or flowers that are associated with protection outside at each corner of your home

draw a protective sigil or symbol on the outside of your front and back door with saturn or protective water/oils

hang witch balls or a witch’s ladder near your front door

create an energetic shield and place over yourself, your loved ones, or your entire home

Wealth, Prosperity, & Luck

craft a money bowl and place it at the farthest left point away from the entrance of your home

involve mercury or jupiter in your spellwork (luck, money)

anoint candles with mercurial or jovian oils and/or herbs and burn on wednesdays or thursdays (ruled by mercury and jupiter)

use prosperity/luck runes or craft sigils to carve into candles

on the first of the month, you can do the following: say "rabbit rabbit" for good luck all month and let that be the first thing you say when you wake up; blow powdered cinnamon into your front door from the outside or place a cinnamon stick above your front door for prosperity

craft a crystal grid using prosperity/lucky crystals - where you place it is up to you

Please be wary: - of putting essential oils directly on the skin or on items that your skin may come in contact with - of leaving crystals in prolonged sunlight (might fade) or exposed to liquid (might dissolve, might become toxic when dissolved) - of blowing cinnamon into a home or using incense that has pets, or humans with respiratory issues - ingesting/burning/touching herbs/plants/etc. that you are not familiar with (could be toxic, could affect the efficacy of your prescribed medications, could be harmful for pets or other members of your household)

compiled from my personal grimoire & based on my personal associations & research

#spells #witchcraft #witchblr #witchcraft correspondences #ad-caelestia #original work

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reconciliation (pt.2 to how do we carry on?)

pairing: hotch x bau!reader

rating: t

genre: hurt/comfort with a happy ending

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The coffee that was hot an hour ago is cold and bitter now. You grimace as the acrid taste slides down your throat. You try to place the disposable cup into your cup holder without taking your eyes off the road, but miss.The lid slips off and brown liquid sloshes over the edge onto the passenger seat. You curse as you grasp the wheel with one hand while you try to mop up the spill with what random napkins you’ve acquired since you started driving. Fortunately, your purse is spared any damage, but the road map and photograph you’ve kept on the seat aren’t as lucky. Ignoring the map, you pick up the photograph and shake it, splattering drops of coffee across the dash. The edges curl slightly, but the photo itself is fine. You hold it awkwardly between your fingers as you return your hand to the steering wheel.

There aren’t many cars on the road at this hour. You glance down at the dashboard and see 02:32 illuminated in green. You aren’t sure where you’re going, you just know you can’t stay there. Even your own apartment didn’t feel secure, not with how much of him is there. Your lives are so intertwined, you see and feel him everywhere you go. It’s what makes, made? God, you don’t even know anymore. It’s what is so beautiful about your relationship, how seamlessly your lives blend together that you’re not sure where yours and his start and end. You’re both so fiercely independent while being so devoted and wholly part of the threads that make up one another’s lives.

Or so you thought.

As you slow to a stop at the red light, the only car at the four way intersection, your eyes fall to the coffee stained image between your fingers. You’re smiling at the camera meanwhile Aaron is looking and smiling down on you, the soft shimmer in his deep brown eyes captured by the lens. It’s your favorite picture. You took it from the frame at the front table before leaving. The sound of his sobs echo in your ears as the red light reflecting on the photo paper shines green. You blink and drop the photo onto the center console before shifting your gaze back to the road. A sign ahead reads to keep left to stay on I-95 South. Richmond and Virginia Beach are in big white letters under it.

Three years you’ve lived in Virginia, and you’ve never made it to the coast. Shifting the steering wheel, you guide the vehicle into the left lane and take the exit.

•

As the waves lap at your ankles, you close your eyes and turn your face toward the sun, the briny sea breeze gently tossing your hair. You inhale deeply and the sigh you exhale is overtaken by the quiet roar of the ocean.

Turns out getting a beachfront house isn’t as expensive as one might think in the off season and fortunately for you, Virginia afternoons in September still reach the high eighties.

The beach house is nothing fancy, more like a beach shack if you’re being honest. It’s one floor supported on high rafters, old wooden steps leading down to the sand. You climb them now and they creak beneath your weight. A half rusted outdoor shower squeals to life when you reach the deck and twist the faucet. You shiver as you rinse the sand off of your legs and arms, and well, everywhere. There aren’t many crevices it doesn’t manage to stick to. You swipe the pink and white striped towel you’d found in the linen closet off the railing and wrap it around your body. Once it’s tightly secured around your chest, you work off the cheap bikini you’d purchased at a year round souvenir shop down the road and spread it out to dry.

The screen door squeaks on its hinges as you enter the house. You should probably go for a proper shower and wash the sea out of your hair, but you can’t be assed. Instead, you crack open the fridge and inspect the pathetic hodge podge of groceries you’d purchased at the corner store. Food doesn’t even sound appealing. It hasn’t for days. Every time you try to eat, you just feel sick. Your stomach roils at the thought and you grab a seltzer water before closing the fridge with a grimace.

As you exit the kitchen, your eyes catch your phone and keys on the chipped granite counter. The black screen of your phone glints beneath the fluorescent kitchen lighting. You’d turned it off when you’d arrived, ignoring the fact that you had 8 missed calls from Hotch and twice as many unread messages from him. There’d been one missed call from Emily, a name you never thought you’d see flash across your screen again. God knows how many times you’d called her phone just to hear her voice recording before leaving a message about how much you missed her and wished she were there to give you advice or talk through a case. For a fraction of a second, you wonder now if she’s gotten the chance to hear those voicemails you’d left her. Did she hear the pain in your voice? Did she feel guilt over the messages where all you’d managed to choke out were incoherent sobs? All this time you thought you’d been talking to a ghost, but she’d been out there all along.

You tear your gaze away from the counter, leaving your phone where it is and cross the cream colored carpet to the small bedroom. Yellow wallpaper splashed with repeating patterns of palm fronds plaster the four walls. The bed frame is made up of white wicker and you fall back onto the comforter, the front of which is decorated with images of shells and starfish. None of the patterns in this house match, but you don’t care. You care about very little right now.

Before you can run away down that thought pattern, there’s a knock at the door. You sit up, brow furrowed, as you lean forward on your knees, as if doing so will suddenly grant you the ability to see through walls and who could possibly be here.

Maybe the owner? A neighboring off season beach goer? Hesitantly, you rise from the bed and tug on one of the guest robes that had been hanging in the bathroom. You drop your towel and shrug it on, tying it tightly around your waist before approaching the front door. You move slowly for two reasons: one, no one should know you’re here and you don’t know why someone would be calling on you, and two; what if it’s Aaron?

The knocking repeats. It's light but firm, definitely not Aaron. A woman, you think. You twist the deadbolt and pull open the door, surprise etching into your features as a woman a few years older than you stands behind the second screen door.

“Hi, uh, can I help you?” you ask awkwardly.

The girl’s dark eyes travel up and down your body. She looks at you through the door from beneath long lashes, a knowing smile playing on her lips. You can’t control the shocked gasp that leaves your mouth when she asks for you by name.

You try your best to school your facial expressions and by the slight smirk that crosses the girl’s face, you know you did a pretty poor job of doing so. “Who wants to know?” you ask, wondering if she’s someone who’s crossed paths with you before through work.

“Aaron Hotchner,” she answers, drawing out the last syllable of his name with an amused glint in her eye.

You can’t fight the eye roll that follows. Unbelievable. “Sorry, he wasted your time.” You move to close the door, but she throws open the screen door and catches it with her foot.

Your eyes flash to hers and you see the challenge in the depth of her hazel gaze, equal to the one in yours. “Hotch wouldn’t have reached out to me unless he was desperate,” she adds. “I think you might want to hear me out.” She extends a hand toward you. “I’m Elle, Greenaway to the BAU, but when I left I shortened it to Greene.”

Your brow furrows as the name rings the slightest of bells in the back of your mind. Hesitantly, you accept her ring adorned hand and shake it as your brain sifts through the number of agents you’d heard stories about in the time before you joined the team.

“How did you find me?” you ask as you step aside and admit her into the house.

Elle nods graciously as she looks around, though there’s not much to size up in the small rental unit.

“You think Hotch didn’t immediately have Penelope ping your phone when you left?”

You exhale sharply. “I turned my phone off.”

A short laugh leaves Elle, “Not soon enough.” She turns, a hand on her hip. “You got any beer?”

Your brow furrows, wondering who the hell you just invited into your house. You shake your head as you cross into the kitchen and open the fridge. You withdraw a big bottle you’d bought at the corner drug store. “I’ve got wine.”

Elle smiles. “That’ll work. Let’s head down to the beach.”

•

“Thanks,” Elle says coolly as you finish tipping wine into the plastic cup in her hand. You cap the bottle and shove it down into the sand between the foldable beach chairs you’d dragged down from their place on the deck after you’d gotten changed into something more appropriate to wear outside than a bathrobe.

You retrieve your cup from where you’d been holding it between your legs and take a long sip before sighing and settling back into your chair, the canvas stretching as you do so.

For a moment, you and Elle sit there in silence; watching the orange pink colors of the sunset start to streak across the sky as the waves crash against the sand.

“I had no idea about Haley,” she says after another minute goes by and you stiffen. It isn’t that you and Aaron never talk about her. Keeping her memory alive is so important for Jack and you know a part of Hotch will always love her. That’s never bothered you though. Aaron had told you that he and Haley had talked about that if something ever happened to either one of them that they would want the other to eventually move on and find love again, that they didn’t want the other one to spend the rest of their life lonely. I’m sure neither one of them ever imagined something like what had happened to Haley would ever come to pass though.

“Did you know her?” you ask, your voice tight with emotion at the thought of ever having to endure a loss like that. You’d joined the team years after her death and hadn’t known Hotch during the time he’d grieved her loss. From the stories he and Jack had shared, she seemed like she’d been a kind soul and a good mother.

Elle nods, her gaze fixed on the view though you see a glint of memory in her eyes. “Hotch wasn’t as serious then.” She pauses and smirks to herself. “Don’t get me wrong, he was still a hard ass, but there was also a lightness to him before and right after Jack was born. I remember when they first brought him into the office, such a tiny little thing all bundled up in his arms. Him and Haley had looked so at ease.” She sighs and takes a swig of her wine before continuing. “I think that’s when the job started to get to him, after he had a kid.” Her brow pinches for a moment. “I think Hotch started to see the men and women we put away more as the proverbial monsters that kids fear are lurking in their closets, except we know what horribly evil things the monsters are really capable of versus what a kid’s imagination can drum up. The worst their little minds can conjure up pales in comparison to the heinous files that cross his desk. I think Hotch wanted to protect that innocence so badly and shield Jack from all of the evil in the world that he threw himself further and further into his work, especially after how things with The Fisher King went down.” Your eyes don’t miss the way her hand presses against her abdomen. The stake jutting out of Emily’s stomach flashes in your mind and you flinch at the memory.

“Something happened,” observes Elle. She sits up in her chair, resting her elbows on her knees as she looks at you.

You scoff and take another drink, shaking your head as you do so. “Once a profiler, always a profiler.”

Elle chuckles and shrugs. “Old habits die hard.” Her features soften as she turns toward you. “Something happened though, didn’t it? I know you probably can’t share too many details. Hotch didn’t in the voicemail he left you.”

You perk up at that. “Voicemail?”

Elle nods, the gold hoops in her ears swinging as she does so. “Sorry,” she laughs coolly as she reaches into the pocket of her jeans. “I probably should’ve led with that.” She fishes her cell phone out and swipes her thumb across the screen. You brace yourself as Aaron’s throaty tenor echoes from the speaker on her phone.

“Elle, hi,” he starts and stops. An exasperated sigh follows. “It’s Aaron Hotchner with the BAU I—of course you know I’m with the BAU I don’t know why I led with that. Look, I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from after all of these years but I didn’t know who else to call. I can’t,” his voice wavers here for a moment. “I can’t share details about the case we’re working on, but it’s bad and I had to make a decision.” He stops and clears his throat. “It was a decision that impacted the whole of the team and where it was for their protection, I may have ruined the best thing to have happened to me in years. Look, I know you left the Bureau. I know you changed your name to put distance between you and the BAU, and I don’t blame you. In fact, I think I understand you now more than ever. This job, the toll it takes—” his voice trails off and you hold your breath in anticipation. He goes on to explain who you are and why you left, obfuscating the exact details of the Ian Doyle case for security reasons. He explains how after no one had heard from you for forty eight hours that he’d worked with Garcia to ping your location, how he was more worried than anything else and just needed to know that you were safe. When Penelope had located you, he remembered that Elle had always talked about living on the coast. It had been a shot in the dark, but Penelope being Penelope, she’d been able to find Elle in a matter of hours. “I just need to know she’s safe,” he breathes. “Please, Elle. If anything happens to her, I don’t know what I’ll do. I can’t lose someone else. I have to do better; by you, by Haley, by the team. I’ll spend the rest of my life making amends, but please, with this case still active, I just need to know that she’s ok. Call me back,” his voice quavers. “Please.”

The line goes dead and Elle slides her phone back into her pocket. “That was three days ago.” Elle’s brow arches, looking for a response. “So,” she adds, drawling out the ‘o’ sound. “Sounds heavy.”

You draw in a deep breath and down the rest of your wine. Aaron had sounded so tired on the phone. Guilt squeezes around your heart as you think about what he and the team must be dealing with. It’s reckless and stupid of you to have just up and left when Doyle is still out there with you and the rest of his team in your sights. You didn’t even bring your gun, sure that you’d be sending in your resignation after this cover up; but hearing his voice on Elle’s phone, the pain in it. What you’d been trying to ignore this entire time begins to wriggle its way toward the forefront of your mind; and that’s the hell this must have put Hotch and Emily through. You know he’d never do anything to hurt you, not intentionally, but how are you supposed to trust him if he could watch you suffer through the agony of her loss knowing at any point in time he could’ve put a stop to it? You squeeze your eyes shut because you know the obvious answer. There are things he has to do as Unit Chief, choices only he can make. Choices that don’t involve you or the rest of the team, and that doesn’t change because you two are an item. Still, the conflict wages on inside of you. All of this is true and he’s made choices and decisions that impact the team before, just never on this scale; not something that alters memories and fucks the psyche so irreparably.

“The heaviest,” you finally respond.

“You can talk to me about it,” she says, and you know her words are genuine. “I know I don’t have clearance anymore, so the cliff notes version works too.”

So, you tell her. About Emily, about Hotch, what you can about Doyle, the circumstances around Emily’s death, the grief, her undeath, the betrayal you felt, and everything that brought you to this moment with her.

Elle releases a low whistle and scoops the wine bottle up from the sand, pouring herself another glass and topping yours off. “That’s—” She pops her lips, considering. “Elaborate.”

“I’d say mind-fuck, but elaborate works too.” You quip bitterly and take a drink.

Elle cocks her head. “Hotch doesn’t do anything without careful consideration.”

You inhale deeply before taking another drink, a warmth starting to crawl beneath your flesh as the alcohol sinks in. You hang your head as you respond. “I know.”

“There’s a reason that I left the Bureau,” Elle says after a long stretch of silence. “I made a decision that ended my career, and it’s one I’d make again if I had to.” Her voice grows tight for a moment before she clears her throat and continues. “This job will drain you until there’s nothing left. I remember on the day I left I told Hotch about how I’d get so excited when my phone rang because it meant we had a case; but after I got shot in my own house and was lying on the floor feeling that man’s fingers inside of my gut, something changed in me forever that day. I went back to work after some time, but it was never the same. After that, every time my phone rang I felt paralyzed with fear because I knew what it was like to feel the way those victims felt in the moments leading up to their deaths.” Her voice quavers for a second and she swipes at a stray tear before choking out a laugh. “You’re not the same after something like. I know what it’s like to come back from the brink of death, and it sounds like this Emily knows too.” She stretches out a hand and grips your knee. “The only difference is that after I nearly died, I had the team. I had Spencer, Derek, Penelope, and JJ, hell Hotch was the one that came to my house and scrubbed the blood off of my walls before I got out of the hospital.” Her brow arches in response to my widening eyes. “Didn’t know that, did you?” She smiles and reclines back in her seat. “Emily didn’t have that. She didn’t have her friends, family,” she corrects. “Let’s be honest, the BAU becomes your family after a while.”

You nod in agreement.

“She went through that alone,” Elle continues and a pang of guilt shoots through you. “She didn’t have her family to turn to in a time where she probably needed you the most.”

It’s your turn to swipe at the tears that loose from your eyes. “I know that.” Your voice is tight as you choke back a sob. “I’ve always trusted the team, every one of them. How—” you suck in a shaky breath. “How am I supposed to trust them after this? What’s to stop something like this from happening again?”

Elle’s lips purse. “That’s the job we signed up for, isn’t it? Working for the government and all the shitty red tape they weave in and around the work we do.”

“If I go back,” you start. “I don’t think they’ll forgive me. I left when they needed me most. Doyle is still out there.”

Elle frowns and tilts her head back and forth. “You’ll never know if you don’t though. I couldn’t go back. My actions decided that for me. You have a choice, but you’re the only one that can make it.” She glances down at her watch and then out at the sun. It’s almost completely sunken down beneath the sea over the horizon, the orange and pink sunset fading to the purple gray hues of dusk. “I should probably get going.” She sets her cup down in the sand and stands, turning to you as she does so.

“Here,” she says, passing you a card from the back pocket of her jeans.

You take it, fingering the edges of the sturdy cardstock. Elle Greene: Social Services Coordinator is embossed in dark blue font followed by a cell phone, office number, and email listed beneath it.

“Call me if you ever want to talk. There are ways to do some good in this world without sacrificing your own happiness in the process.” She smiles at you before she starts toward the path that leads around the house and back to the road.

After a few moments, you jump up and call after her. “Hey Elle!”

She turns, brow arched toward her hairline as she waits for you to continue.

“Why’d you come?”

She slips her hands into her pockets and doesn’t say anything for a while, her green eyes focusing on her feet. When she looks up at you, there’s the faintest of smiles on her lips. “The day I left the Bureau I looked Hotch in the eye and told him that I used to wonder why he didn’t smile. When I heard that voicemail, despite how defeated he sounded, there was something in his voice that made me believe he’d found something to smile about again. When you work the job that you do, that I used to do, you have to hold on for dear life when you find the things that can make you smile after witnessing the things we do. I guess I don’t want him to lose what made him find his smile again; even after all these years I’ve spent angry at Hotch, I never hated him.” She sighs and looks like she wants to say more, but chooses not to. “Running away doesn’t solve your problems, it just keeps them at a distance until you’re finally brave enough to face them. I hope you find clarity faster than I did.” Her jeweled rings catch the last rays of sun as she raises a hand in farewell. “I’ll see you around.”

•

You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them, the blue and green plaid fabric of the couch scratching the backs of your legs as you do so. You bite at your thumb nail as you eye your powered down cell phone from where it sits on the glass coffee table in front of you.

Elle’s words from two days ago hang heavy in the air around you.

Running away doesn’t solve your problems. It just keeps them at a distance until you’re brave enough to face them. I hope you find clarity faster than I did.

If you turn on your phone, you know there will be a barrage of voicemails and text messages waiting for you. Or, there won’t be anything more than there was when you first shut it down. You turned your back on them when they needed you. It would be easy to write you off, after all that’s what you did isn’t it?

You drop your head back against the couch and groan, the feelings at war within you tearing at your insides; your guts twisted with equal parts betrayal over Hotch not telling you and the guilt of leaving the team instead of facing that anger and hurt head on.

It’s a giant mess; a tangled web of necessary lies and the red tape that binds the hands of those in positions over you and the rest of the team. The rational part of you understands this. In black and white terms, you understand that Unit Chief SSA Agent Aaron Hotchner had to make a decision to protect another agent, SSA Emily Prentiss. While Ian Doyle is a fugitive from the law believing her to be dead, her going into hiding not only took the target off of her back, but off the backs of all of your team members, yourself included, who otherwise would’ve been collateral damage in Doyle’s relentless pursuit of vengeance against Emily. All of this makes perfect sense.

It’s when the emotional, feeling half of you comes into play that the black and white turns to splotchy streaks of gray and you struggle to make peace with the rational side of things. When you look at it through this lens, your boyfriend and long term partner, Aaron, watched you throw up from dehydration over how long and how hard you’d sobbed over the death of best friend, Emily. At any point, he could’ve put a stop to your pain and didn’t.

Your fingers slide into your hair, gently tugging at the roots as you try to sort through these warring versions of yourself and the pieces of information and emotions that come with each. Because in your heart, you know and understand it’s not black and white. It’s gray and it’s messy. So, why can’t you reconcile both halves of yourself and just be okay with this then? Why can’t you just be overjoyed by the fact that your best friend is back from the literal dead? How many people in this life can say that that’s happened for them? Why can’t you just tell Aaron you understand what he did because you do, but at the same time you don’t? You wouldn’t have told anyone, but then that would be Aaron showing you preferential treatment and you’d be in no better position than he or JJ when it came to hiding this fact from the rest of the team. It’s something you’d talked about extensively when you first started dating and so far, it has been fine. He makes decisions that sometimes you agree with, sometimes you don’t. It is always just part of the job. So what does it all boil down to? Where does this leave you?

“Fuck me,” you whisper aloud as you dive forward and swipe the phone off of the table before you can really think about what you’re doing. You hold down the button on the side and it titters to life. For a moment, you close your eyes as you feel the vibrations pulsing in the palm of your hand, each one a notification of some sort. When they cease, you swipe directly to your contacts and select Aaron’s. His is the first to show alphabetically anyway. Your thumb hovers over the call button for only a second, before you exhale a shaky breath and hit the dial.

The phone barely presses against your ear as you catch the tail end of his hello. It’s after hearing his voice, that you’re rendered speechless.

“Baby, are you there?”

Your chest rises and falls, your heart rate quickening beneath your chest. You sniff as tears prick your eyes, not realizing how much you’d missed his voice until now.

“Aaron,” you squeak out, your voice cracking on his name.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Hotch says, a plea in his apology. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to fix this. I miss you. I love you.”

A sob shudders free from your lips as all of your walls come tumbling down and you let yourself break down to pieces of ash and stone. “I’m sorry I ran when you needed me.”

“It’s okay,” Aaron soothes. “It’s okay. It's over. We got him.”

You sit up and swipe under your eyes with the backs of your hands. “Doyle?”

“He’s dead.”

Panic rises in you. “And the team? Is everyone—”

“Everyone is fine. No one was hurt.”

You close your eyes and sink back into the cushions as your pulse levels out. “I’m on my way.”

“There’s no need,” he replies coolly.

Your brow pinches. “I don’t—”

The sound of a car door slamming echoes beyond the front door. You stand and the old t-shirt that belongs to Aaron falls to your thighs as you do so. You’d not even realized you’d packed it until you pulled it on after your shower earlier. The linoleum creaks beneath your feet as you cross through the kitchen and unlock the deadbolt. When you pull open the door, you gasp and drop your phone.

Aaron’s lips tremble as he smiles at you and takes the phone down from his ear. He ends the call and slips it into the pocket of his slacks. “I got in the car and just started driving,” he says as his glimmering eyes flit across yours, always the profiler checking for micro expressions. A desperate smile clings to his lips as he looks at you. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you breathe in response; unable to think of what else to say at the moment

His smile falters as he takes a step closer to you. You see his hand twitch ever so slightly at his side.

“Honey, I—”

You leap forward and throw your arms around his neck. He breathes a sigh of relief into your hair as his arms fold around you, his hands pressed flat against your back as if he can somehow hold you closer than he already is. His hands slide up your spine to curl around the back of your neck. When he pulls away, there are tear stains on his cheeks.

You reach up and swipe your thumbs under his eyes, his skin smooth beneath your touch. A smirk tugs at one corner of your mouth as you wonder when he had time to shave.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” you say, still cupping his cheek in your hand.

He nods as he leans into your touch. “I know,” he says softly.

“I know why you had to do what you did.”

Another tear leaks from his eye as he presses his forehead to yours, cradling your hand against his cheek. “I never wanted to hurt you or anyone else, but I had to protect you.”

“I know,” you say and you mean it. “I also know why you couldn’t tell me. I’m a coward for running away, but I just—I was so overwhelmed by everything. I didn’t know how to cope with your return, with Emily’s, with everything. I would’ve been a hindrance if I’d stayed, but I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have run.”

Hotch shakes his head as he steps back to look at you, the dark slash of his brow set as he does so. “What you did was not an act of cowardice. Trust me when I say you are not the only one that has a lot of anger and frustration aimed at me right now. Spencer snapped twice at JJ. Morgan laid into me, and I deserved it. JJ and I always knew that if and when this came to light, that there would be consequences for our actions. It was a calculated risk, and I take full responsibility for it. After you left, I gave everyone the option to leave if they didn’t think they could work the case. You knew you weren’t in the right headspace and pulled yourself out. It was the right decision and no one faults you for it.”

“I’m still so mad at you,” you say.

Aaron’s lips form a tight line. “I know.”

“But I also love you.”

His brow relaxes at that admission and relief floods his gaze. “I’ll take your use of the present tense as a good sign.”

You both chuckle at that and a shiver races through you as a sea breeze catches your hair and sends goosebumps up and down your arms. You wrap your arms around yourself and incline your head toward his SUV. “Your go bag in there?”

He nods and you flick your eyes up and down the length of his figure. “Go on then,” you encourage. “Get it and come inside before I change my mind.” You smile and you feel it reach your eyes for the first time in nearly a week. He withdraws the key fob from his pocket and smiles at it in his hand, before shaking his head with a quiet laugh and turns to head toward the car.

He pops the trunk and returns with his bag slung over his shoulder. “You look good in my shirt,” he compliments you with a sly smile as he passes through the front door. You close and lock the door behind him and point towards the bedroom. “Don’t think flattery will get you off the hook, Aaron.”

“You’re pointing me toward the bedroom, so I can only hope that’s a good sign.”

“Nearly a week has given me a lot of time to think,” you call after him as he disappears inside.

When he returns, his suit jacket is off and he’s loosening his tie from around his neck. “And what conclusion have you come to?”

“To be determined,” you muse as you approach him. You finger the tip of his tie and curl your fingers around it before tugging it free and dropping it to the floor.

One of Aaron’s brows arches as he regards you curiously. His hand curves around your hip and you press yourself against him. Heat pools in your belly, but you ignore the sensation, hard as that is after nine months without him. He dips his chin to kiss you and instead of meeting your mouth, he meets your finger instead. You press it against his lips and arch a brow. “Not so fast, Hotch.”

He winces and inhales sharply, a pink blush quickly coloring his cheeks. “I should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy.” He admits against your finger. “You only call me Hotch when I’m in trouble.”

Something between a scoff and a laugh leaves your lips as you poke him on the tip of his nose, the slope of which you’d missed so much since he’d been gone. “How about,” you start and loop your arms around his neck, “we just talk? From the beginning, tell me what went through your mind and what led to the decision. We can talk about Emily, her funeral, the grief. You can tell me what you can about Pakistan and I’ll tell you about how hard it was when you were gone. Tell me about when you and JJ knew you had to tell the team and I’ll tell you how it felt like I’d had my heart carved out of my chest and put through a blender. Tell me how it felt when I left and I’ll talk about the ways in which I wish I hadn’t but why I felt like I had to. Tell me why I should trust you and I’ll tell you why I want to, but am afraid. Tell me—”

Aaron catches your wrists in his hands and plants a firm kiss upon your lips. You envelope him with your own and revel in the familiar way they meld together, the taste of him like coming home. He pulls away, though his lips still hover over yours. “I promise I will tell you everything and more. We’ll talk until the sun comes up if that’s what it takes.”

You smile and when you speak, your lips brush against his. “I guess I ought to put some coffee on then.”

•

White rays of early morning sunshine break through the sheer curtains, casting soft light across the bed sheets. For the first time in nearly a year, you wake with Aaron’s arm securely around your waist. You breathe in deeply and the faint smell of coffee lingers in the air, two empty mugs leaving brown rings on the nightstand.

You don’t remember when you two had laid down to go to sleep, but remember laughing about it being 3:00 AM at one point and continuing talking in spite of that; and talked you two had. You’d tackled everything from the decision he and JJ made at the hospital all the way up until right now. You laughed and cried, and so did he. You’d never seen Aaron cry before last night, and you were grateful that he’d felt safe enough with you to be vulnerable like that. As the night had worn on, you’d felt the fractured pieces of yourself slowly start to pull together; that you can both heal from this and maybe even come out stronger on the other side.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand and you reach for it, now being as good a time as any to tackle the number of unread texts and unheard voicemails. You can’t avoid them forever.

8 voicemails from Hotch, 2 from JJ, 6, from Penelope, 1 from Derek, and 1 from Emily. Your brow knits together as you view the time stamp next to her voicemail and it’s marked only an hour ago. Why would she have called you so early? Surely, Hotch would’ve let the team know that you’re safe and that he’s with you.

You open the app and press play, bringing the phone to your ear to avoid disturbing Hotch and Emily’s voice fills your head as you listen in.

“I can’t imagine what you must be feeling right now…” Her voice is tired and her tone is genuinely apologetic. “…I missed everyone so much, but you. It tore me up inside knowing we didn’t get to say goodbye, that I didn’t get to explain to you why all of this had to happen and you had to mourn me. I knew Hotch would take care of you.” She chuckles softly and you picture her shaking her head. “God, that man adores you, you know that right? Knowing he’d be there to help you through things was a small solace, but I knew that the weight of asking him to keep this from you and the rest of the team would take a toll on him. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Doyle, he never—he never would’ve stopped hunting me and he would’ve used or killed everyone close to me to do so. If there had been any other way, I would’ve done it.” She sighs heavily. “Anyway, Hotch texted the team and myself last night that he’d gotten to you safely in Virginia Beach. I imagine you and him had a lot to talk about last night. It’s probably going to look like I’m copying a page out of his book, but you’re the only person I haven’t looked in the eye and apologized to, so I’ll be there in about an hour or so. Hopefully, you open the door.”

Your eyes widen as you drop the phone back onto the nightstand. After glancing at the clock and noticing it had been an hour and fifteen minutes since she called, you slip out of bed. Hotch stirs, but doesn’t wake and his hand moves to shift under the pillow and he nestles deeper into the blankets. God, he must be so exhausted. From the red eye flight from Pakistan to immediately leaping into and closing the Ian Doyle case, this is probably the first proper sleep he’s gotten in weeks.

The sound of tires crunching over gravel draws your attention to the living room. You pull on a pair of sweats and throw off the oversized shirt you’d slept in in exchange for a tank top, forgoing a bra in the process. You rush into the bathroom and rapidly brush your teeth, accepting there not being any time to fix your tousled bed head.

Footsteps echo up the walkway on the other side of the front door as you approach and before you can think it through, you throw the door open. You only take a second to confirm that it is in fact Emily on the other side of it before rushing forward and throwing your arms around her.

A loud oomph erupts from lips, the sound muffled as you turn your face into her neck. It takes a few seconds for her to react, her arms slowly folding around you as she realizes that it is in fact a hug that you’re giving her and not an attempt to take her to the ground.

Tears leak from your eyes onto the fabric of her purple top. “I’m sorry,” you murmur into her shoulder.

Emily pulls away, her hands not leaving your shoulders as her brown eyes flicker across your face; her features drawn. “You’re sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for. I came here to apologize.”

You shake your head as something between a laugh and a sob bubbles up from your throat. “I’m so mad at you,” you start and reach forward with both hands to clasp her face in yours. “But I am so happy that you’re not dead and I understand why you had to do what you did.” You smile and drop your hands before playfully shoving her. “A bit though, isn’t it? Faking your death and fleeing the country? Where’d you get that idea? Lifetime?”

Emily smiles, flashing her teeth as she inclines her head this way and that. “I did always have a flair for the dramatics.”

The door creaks then and you turn to watch Hotch push the door open. He smiles as he takes in the sight of you and Emily reconciling. “I put on a pot of coffee,” he says. “How many mugs should I bring out?”

You look between him and Emily. “Three,” you answer, turning your attention back to Emily. “Definitely three.”

Emily smiles and follows you inside, greeting Hotch with a short hug before joining you in the living room. As Hotch busies himself in the kitchen and the smell of coffee starts to fill the air, you start to feel like life might finally start to return to normal.

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Between Waves and Wishes

Hii I hope you enjoy this summer romance between Charles and the reader, with her being Pierre's younger sister :)

As Pierre's little sister, you've known the Leclerc's for most of your life, from going to their races to vacationing together. You being the only girl and the youngest always sucked, that's why you skipped the last vacations together, until this one, since you've moved away for uni and your parents have insisted that you come.

A week on the beautiful coast of the south of France sounds like the perfect trip, except for the fact that you need to spend time with Charles. Charles had only grown more attractive over the years. His easy smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed, and the effortless charm he exuded made it impossible for you to forget the crush you harboured since childhood. But the thought of him liking you back was absurd. He was Pierre's best friend, three years older than you, and his ex-girlfriends looked like they had walked straight off a runway. You were convinced you didn’t stand a chance.

The sun hung lazily in the blue sky as the waves crashed against the rocky shore of the French Riviera. The villa was everything one could dream of—sprawling, luxurious, and perched perfectly to overlook the Mediterranean Sea. You stood on the balcony, your gaze fixed on the horizon, a vain attempt to steady the turmoil within you.

The first couple of days were relatively easy. The villa's size allowed you to avoid Charles without much effort. You busied yourself with exploring the town, taking in the quaint streets and local markets, or hiding away in your room, pretending to be engrossed in a book. But Charles, with his perceptiveness, seemed to notice your attempts at evasion.

“Hey, we missed you at dinner last night,” he said casually one morning, catching you off guard as you tried to sneak out to the beach.

You forced a smile. “I wasn’t feeling too well. Didn’t want to spoil the fun.”

He frowned, concern etching his features. “Are you alright now?”

“Yeah, just needed some rest.”

His eyes searched yours, as if he was trying to read between the lines. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Sure,” you replied, turning away before your resolve could crumble under his gaze.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to avoid him. He seemed to be everywhere—on the terrace when you went for a morning coffee, by the pool when you sought solace in the sun, and even in the kitchen when you attempted a late-night snack. Each encounter was filled with a mix of awkward small talk and lingering glances, making your heart ache with unspoken words.

Midweek, a storm rolled in, forcing everyone to stay indoors. You found refuge in the library, nestled in a corner with a book. The rain pelted against the windows, a fitting backdrop to your internal chaos. You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Charles enter the room until he spoke.

“Mind if I join you?”

You looked up, startled. “It’s a free country.”

He took a seat across from you, his presence overwhelming the space. For a while, silence stretched between you, only the sound of rain filling the void.

“Why are you avoiding me?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant.

Your heart pounded in your chest. “I’m not.”

“You are,” he insisted, leaning forward. “Did I do something to upset you?”

The genuine concern in his eyes made it hard to keep up the facade. “No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” he pressed.

You closed your book, setting it aside. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated how?” His gaze never wavered.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

The words hung in the air between you. You wanted to spill everything, to tell him how much it hurt to be around him, knowing you could never have him. But the fear of rejection, of ruining the fragile balance, kept you silent.

Charles leaned back, his expression softening. “I’ve missed you, you know. You used to come a lot to our races and you've missed a few vacations.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“Doesn’t mean it can’t be that way again.”

You looked away, the pain too raw. “Things change, Charles.”

“They don’t have to,” he said quietly. “Not if we don’t want them to.”

You met his gaze, the sincerity in his eyes almost too much to bear. “You don’t understand,” you whispered. “You’ll never see me the way I see you.”

He was silent for a moment, then stood up and walked over to you. He knelt down, taking your hand in his. “And how do you see me?”

Your breath caught in your throat. This was it. The moment of truth. “I see you as someone I could never have,” you admitted, your voice barely audible. “Someone who could never want me the way I want them.”

His grip on your hand tightened, his eyes locked on yours. “What if you’re wrong?”

You stared at him, your heart pounding. “What do you mean?”

“What if I’ve been feeling the same way all this time?” His voice was low, steady. “What if I’ve wanted to be with you, but I held back because I thought you saw me only as Pierre’s friend?”

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Could it really be true? “But… your exes… they’re nothing like me. You always seemed to go for—”

“People who weren’t you,” he interrupted gently. “Because being with someone else was easier than facing how I felt about you.”

“But Pierre—”

“Pierre wants you to be happy,” he said, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I know it won’t be easy, but I can’t keep pretending anymore. I don’t want to.”

Your heart ached with hope and fear in equal measure. “What if this changes everything?”

“It will,” he admitted. “But it doesn’t have to be for the worse.”

You swallowed hard, the enormity of the moment crashing down on you. “Charles, I don’t know if I can risk losing Pierre’s trust.”

“He’s your brother, and he loves you. He’ll understand.” Charles’s eyes searched yours, filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. “I love you. I’ve loved you for so long.”

The words hung in the air, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. It was everything you’d ever wanted to hear, yet the fear of the unknown still gnawed at you. But looking into Charles’s eyes, you saw the truth, the sincerity, and the depth of his feelings.

You took a deep breath. “I love you too,” you whispered, the words feeling like a release.

His face lit up with a joy that made your heart soar. He stood, gently pulling you to your feet and wrapping his arms around you. The warmth of his embrace felt like home, and you melted into him, all the doubts and fears dissolving in his hold.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “We’ll figure it out together,” he murmured.

You nodded, your heart full. “Together.”

His lips met yours in a kiss that was tender and sweet, filled with all the years of longing and unspoken feelings. It was a promise, a beginning, and an end to the doubts that had plagued you.

As the rain continued to patter against the windows, you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine

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hwsasiaweek · 8 months

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HWS Asia Week will be hosted from July 8th-17th of 2024!!

Three prompts per day:

1) nations from Asia

2) a general theme

3) a quote

You can choose which prompt or prompts you want to create content for; you can stick with one country (canon or OC) throughout the whole week or switch between multiple; it's all up to you!

Any form of content is accepted, including but not limited to: fanfiction, fanart, AUs,headcanons, aesthetics, etc.

Prompts:

Day 1 (Jul 8): Mongolia || Culture/Traditions || "Look how we bleed from all this wanting"

Day 2 (Jul 9): Taiwan, Indonesia, Uzbekistan|| Food || "A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor"

Day 3 (Jul 10): India + China || History || "Come, dance with me"

Day 4 (Jul 11): South Korea, Laos, Bahrain || Fantasy || "I ache in a language so old that even the earth no longer remembers"

Day 5 (Jul 12): Persia/Iran || Folklore/Legends/Myths || "Having the same enemy does not make us friends"

Day 6 (Jul 13): Hong Kong || Daily Life || "No one wearing a crown comes in the name of peace"

Day 7 (Jul 14): Malaysia + Indonesia || Flowers/Garden || “War is sweet to those who have never fought”

Day 8 (Jul 15): Macau, Philippines, Japan || Story/Storytelling || "The relief of giving into destruction"

Day 9 (Jul 16): Kazakhstan, Lebanon, Singapore|| Tea/Coffee || "I promise spring is coming / and with it, brand new leaves"

Day 10 (Jul 17): Free Day

Rules:

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Don't be a clown and make racist content

Use common sense and nuance when touching upon sensitive political subjects.

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madamechrissy · 18 days

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But it's Better if you Do

ৎ୭ Pairings ৎ୭ Nanami Kento x Fem Reader

ৎ୭ Warnings ৎ୭ Breeding kink, cunnilingus, blow jobs, daddy kink, explicit sex

ৎ୭ Summary ৎ୭ Every weekday for a year, Nanami Kento comes into the coffee shop you work at, and he orders the same damn thing. You have it bad but are too nervous to do more than doodle on his cups. You have a double life, because you're also 'Foxy' a featured dancer at a strip club once a week. A bachelor party for Satoru Gojo has you dancing, and he's there. Nanami fucking Kento. You end up both in a VIP room, awkward, nervous, but then... it's your chance. He doesn't know it's you, right? What harm can a lap dance do? Surely won't be awkward the next day...

Chapter 13- Final _ Masterlist

Epilogue

Four months later

You married Nanami fucking Kento.

You are Mrs. Nanami!

As Nanami and you are now overlooking the beautiful balcony in Malaysia, the light sea breeze caressing your skin, the scent of exotic flowers floating through the air, you shut your eyes, vivid images filling your mind. The waves from the South China Sea crashing on the sandy beach below your hotel room creates a serene rhythm that you could listen to forever.

The wedding had been beautiful, traditional and small, just with all the people you both cared about. Nanami had been so damn gorgeous in this black tuxedo, you had wore a pretty white traditional kimono dress, in a beautiful old church. But the biggest memory was of Nanami’s hazel gaze as you’d walked down that aisle, of the love an emotion as you’d said your vows.

“Darling, I promise to always be your rock, to be there for you no matter what, to provide for you, and for any of our children if we’re so lucky.” You’re sobbing at this point, happy your makeup was waterproof, as he’d held your little hands in his.

Nobara is behind you, along with Gojo’s wife and Suguru’s fiance. Behind Nanami was Gojo, Geto and Yuji, who had sort of… bombarded Nanami with undying affection? He adored him, as if he was his big brother. They all stand so handsome in light blue suits, as your ladies wear light blue dresses.

Your mom, step dad, and Nanami’s parents are all in the crowd, along with other family and friends from both sides. And though you’re so blessed to have them all, there was nothing like being in front of Nanami Kento, as he looks at you with such love it takes your heart captive.

“I promise to love and cherish you, forever and ever. Long till I part, I love you eternally. You are my rock, you are my love, you are my everything. The happiest day I have ever had was when I first kissed you, when I knew that the man I’d felt so much for so long was everything.” Nanami blinks back emotion, sighing.

“I was an idiot, how did I not appreciate those coffee doodles!?” Everyone is laughing, you smile softly. “You take me out of my head, out of my grind. Without you I don’t know how I existed.”

“Oh, Kenn… you took me out of my grind too, you taught me that I have multiple paths. With you, I feel I can do anything.”

You both lean in, and the priest clears his throat, making you both flush, and little oohs and ahhs. “Do you…” The priest says your name. “Take Kento Nanami to be your husband, to cherish until death do you part?”

“Of course, of course. Yes, yes yes.” Your hand is shaking as Nanami slides a delicate band to go along with his grandmother’s ring, glinting in the light.

“And do you, Kento Nanami, take her to be your wife, to cherish until death do you part?” Nanami exhales, clutching your hands so tightly, looking down at you with parted lips, with glittery eyes full of emotion.

“I do, of course I do, this life and the next, my beautiful darling.” You shakily slide his thick gold band on his finger, then Nanami yanks you too him, earning the howls of the groomsmen.

“You are now officially husband and wife, go ahead now, kiss her.” The priest says with a chuckle, then Nanami smashes his lips on yours, lifting you up and you’re dangling there, clinging to his neck. He’s kissing you over and over, and you taste his sweet breath, drinking in it all, every bit of him.

“Oh I love you, I love you so much Kenn.” You whisper, and he moans, slamming his lips again as everyone cheers.

“I love you more than anything, my darling.”

“Forever.”

***

After a long flight, you all had landed in this beautiful hotel in Malaysia, and you feel blessed to be here with him, with the man of your dreams, as you both stare out into the beauty. The sun is rising, casting a warm, golden light across the horizon. You can see the outline of palm trees swaying gently in the distance, a sight that you never thought you would even see.

“This is paradise, I’ll never want to go back.” You murmur softly, and Nanami exhales, kissing down the side of your neck.

“Neither do I, darling.” His hands slide up your breasts, which are so sensitive for some reason, you whine out as he barely brushes them, before cupping them. “Is this… rude to say…”

“Oh no, what!”

“Your breasts, they’re so full lately.” You cry out as he squishes them, and you sigh a bit at the sensation.

“I think I gained five pounds, not happy about it, luckily the Kimono hid it. Like went to my tummy? Maybe my boobs.” You grumble.

“You look beautiful, you can't tell at all, love.” You smile back at him.

“It’s because you make too much good food!”

“Is that it, hmm? I gained ten myself. I blame you.” You giggle at that, shaking your head then hissing as he touches sensitive nipples. “Why so sensitive though, darling?”

“Hmm… not sure. Not on my-” You pause then, blinking. Nanami is just kissing down your neck, as he toys with your breasts.

No way.

You can’t be…

“I need you again, can’t get enough of my wife .” He whispers, and you’re turned now, pressed against him, your nipples hard against his bare chest. You eagerly lean into the kiss, shoving the thought away for just a moment, to enjoy being picked up against his perfect body.

“My husband.” You whisper back, and he moans then, carrying you to the huge, gorgeous wide bed, decked with clean white sheets and pillows, resting you on the soft bed as he slips off your little nightie. “Oh Kenn…”

“You’re so beautiful, Mrs. Nanami,” he murmurs, kissing down your collarbone to the swell of your breasts as he eases the silky fabric down your body. His hot, talented tongue traces the line of your neck, and you feel a thrill run through you, your body responding to his touch like it’s fire.

Memories flood you of last night, you’d torn into each other, after wading in the beautiful waters, and it only serves to make you more wet as you grind up eagerly, your hands sliding up and down his perfect, chiseled frame. You feel every single muscle in his shoulders as his kisses slide further down, biting your throat, you suck in a breath at the sensation.

“Kenn…” He hums against your throat, big hand cupping your face, leaning you up to kiss him desperately, lips devouring yours, and you meet him, stroke for stroke, tongues dancing, swirling. “Mmm!”

You’re just moaning against his lips, as you’re consumed by him, fuck you would never get enough of him, of your Kento. As he kisses you, his hands moving to your ass, squeezing it gently before sliding down your thighs. His kisses grew more urgent, his hands more demanding. And it makes your heart race, thudding out of your chest with the intensity.

Nanami’s eyes lock on yours as he slid his hand between your legs, finding you already wet and ready for him, groaning as he slides a finger down your slick folds. “You’re always so eager for me, aren’t you?” He teases, stroking you gently, watching as your brows draw together, as you bite that lower lip in pleasure.

“Always for you, Kenn.” You say softly, and he leans down now, his breath hot against your skin, and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. “Mnh! Oh my god!”

You arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips, they are stupidly sensitive, and he’s rubbing your engorged little clit now too. You’re close just from this, eyes starting to roll back in your head, as he works you, as you cling to his silky blond hair, pulling it and relishing in every sensation. The scent of his sweat, the weight of his body, the feel of him.

As Nanami continued to pleasure you, you felt a sudden rush of emotions, love and lust mixing together in a heady cocktail that made you feel dizzy. “My husband…”

“My wife. Beautiful wife. Perfect wife.” Nanami says against your breast, the vibrations sending more waves of pleasure through your body. “Need something, darling?”

You’re grinding his thigh eagerly, making him chuckle, and you pout. “Need fingers, please Daddy.”

He moans at that, then his hungry gaze hits you, and he is sliding a long, thick finger inside you, pressing on that spongy little spot in your pussy. You scream out, drenching him down to his hand, down damn near to his fancy gold watch, and he’s studying you carefully as he brings you higher. You’re clinging to his shoulders now, whimpering as pleasure blinds you.

“More, please more. Please, Daddy.” You beg, and he smirks so fucking charming.

“Anything for my perfect girl.” You fucking melt at that, as he then has two fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made you gasp. You felt yourself tightening around him, desperate for more, for his cock inside you. His thumb circled your clit now, teasing and slow, and you feel yourself losing it, as your hips are rising to meet his fingers.

“Close, close! Fuck!” You cry out, and he huffs now, desire mirrored in his lidded eyes, his lips parted as he watches you.

“You be a good girl and wait till I’m licking you, got it?” His words do something to you, you can’t even function now, you’re losing everything in him.

“Yes, Daddy, promise… I’ll wait.” You manage weakly, earning a kiss down your ribs, down your abdomen, and your stomach sucks in at how good it feels.

“You’re becoming such a good girl, little brat.” You giggle, but it’s cut off when he’s between your thighs, when his tongue is sliding up your slit, from your hole all the way to your clit.

“F-fuck, s’good I… Kenn!” You’re soaking his handsome face, that chiseled damn jaw, as he’s lapping your wetness up. You writhe so much he holds your hips down, looking right up at you then.

“Spread these thighs wide.” He orders, and of course you fucking do. “And keep them open, understood darling?”

“Yes, yes… promise, Sir.” He grabs you by the fat of your ass now, burying his face against your eager cunt, until he has you on the edge of falling off the Earth, humming on your little clit. “Can I… cum… Kenn, fuck !”

“You can cum, you’re being so good.” You shatter then, gushing so much wetness it’s fucking embarrassing, and Kento laps it all up greedily, literally drinking your pussy up. “So yummy, darling.”

“You’re fucking Aquaman.” You mumble, and earn his soft laugh, the one that always makes your chest tighten, as you eagerly yank him up by his hair.

“So greedy, can’t you let me spend more time? I love kissing her.”

“Need your pretty cock in me, Kenn. Please.” You reach down eagerly, and he groans, when you smear that precum already leaking out of his fat tip, stroking it up and down.

“How can I deny my perfect girl anything?” He whispers, then he’s shoved his cock deep inside you, making you scream out, your back arching, and he uses that to kiss a burning trail down your neck. “Fuck you feel so perfect .”

“S’good… Ken… cumming…”

“Already? You’re too easy darling.” He teases, but it doesn’t matter, you’re throbbing around his cock, and he’s tensed over you, strong jaw clenched, as a hand comes to wrap around your throat, thumb pressing on your pulse point. “Beautiful when you cum, darling.”

You’re still overwhelmed, as you’re soaking down the length of his cock, stretching your little pussy out, and his own eyes roll back as he pumps in you, faster and faster now. You’re struggling to take him, legs shaking around his narrow hips, as his weight presses on your chest, and he’s fucking you further and further into that soft mattress.

You cling to him with shaky hands, nails digging into his back and making him shut his eyes in pleasure, as he then leans back, squeezing your throat. Your eyes roll back at how fucking good it feels, he knows just how to choke you, how to squeeze that oxygen away, making Nanami your oxygen.

You weakly cling to his wrist, as he presses up with his big strong hand, his other clinging to the white headboard as he pumps his cock inside your tight walls. “Lift those legs up higher, you can do that can’t you darling?”

“Y-yes!” You barely squeak out a word, holding your legs up for him now, and he’s even deeper, as he squeezes so goddamn good.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” His praise, his choking, his cock? You’re done.

You cum so hard it’s blinding, walls fluttering around his length, and he even pauses, his light lashes lowering over his hazel eyes. You’re pulsing now, as if begging for his cum, but Kento loves to keep it going, so he’s stilling himself, easing his grip as you see stars burst behind your eyes. You look up at him, sucking in a breath greedily, looking at his chiseled frame over you.

“You feel so exquisite my love.” He huffs, and you melt further, pulling him back down and smashing your lips up to his firm ones. He’s drinking in all of your sighs, as you twitch and tremble from your orgasm, and now he’s going slower, sweaty body working over yours.

“I love you, Kento. I love you. S’much so-ah!” You’re so sensitive every roll of his hips is doing you in. You whine out in pleasure, helpless under him, drinking in every bit of him.

“And I love- ah- you, darling. Wife .” His words make you lose it again, tears in the corners of your eyes as his precious face contorts with pleasure, and one of his huge hands entwined with your little one, swallowing it in his big hold. “Will you cum one more time for me, like a perfect girl?”

“Anything for you, Husband .” He moans at that, as you all are desperately tearing into each other, and he’s thrusting so deep you can’t take it, pressing in your cervix with his leaky tip, and then he’s moaning against your lips, as his cock starts pulsing. You cum with him, as his hot white cum coats your walls, as he fills you.

“Take all of it, wife, all this cum.” He whispers, you’re struggling to come to, as the climax rocks you, as he spurts so hot inside of your cunt, whispering his love against your lips. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, Husband. Mmnh, Ken… sensitive!” He’s still pumping inside you, as his cum is getting pushed out all over, making a dribbly mess of you two.

“Fuck I’m a lucky man.” He hums, and you smile, drunk off him.

“I’m the lucky one.”

“Me, darling.”

“No, it’s me, my Kento.” You both laugh as you kiss, over and over, as the gentle warm breeze wafts in the open windows. It’s paradise here, Nanami is paradise.

***

The next morning you all are sitting, having a traditional Malaysian breakfast, with Roti and a delicious dip, and you’re wolfing it down, to Nanami’s amusement, his sexy lips upturned as you’re licking the dip off your fingers. You flush embarrassed, as you both laugh more, snuggling and overlooking the beach.

“That appetite lately. Am I fucking you into finally eating good?” He hums into your ear, and you flush at that.

“Maybe so, I don’t know I’m like starving lately! I… Oh…” You hold your tummy then, and blink a bit as it’s rumbling.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He asks softly, and you sigh.

“I don’t know, maybe I ate too much too quickly. Too yummy. Now my tummy is hurting.” He puts a big hand on it carefully, and you wince a bit as it’s rolling, a wave of nausea hitting you.

“Do you need anything? I could go to the market and get something to ease it, maybe some ginger?” You sigh, nodding then, but soon you’re jumping up, and running to the toilet, and everything you just ate is gone. Nanami follows you, holding your hair as you shove at him.

“No, it’s gross, go.” He holds your hair anyway, worried look drinking you in as you empty all the contents of your tummy.

“What’s wrong, darling? I’ve never seen you throw up.”

“I don’t, ugh. What the…” You pause then, flushing the toilet, and he helps you up, where you start rinsing your mouth out with cold water. “Kenn…”

“Yes, darling what can I do!? Is this from the trip maybe?” You do some mental math, then you grab your tits, drawing Nanami’s confused look. “Um… darling I don’t think this is the time-”

“Fuck, Kento! Fuck it’s been like over two months!”

“Since…”

“My period. And my tits hurt. And I’m puking!?” Nanami’s usually lidded hazel gaze widens, and now he’s looking at you in shock.

“You’re… could you be…”

“Do you think they have pregnancy tests?”

“I’ll be right back.” He holds your arms, kissing your forehead and grabbing the keys to the rental car, and he’s gone in a flash, as you start brushing your teeth, damn near gagging on just that, staring at your flushed cheeks in the mirror.

You shouldn’t get excited yet… you need to wait…

***

“Holy shit.” You murmur, as you peer at the test, and then you walk out of the bathroom, nervously looking at your husband. The one you just married a few days ago in fact. He jumps up, coming to you quickly, and you see it, the nerves, he’s wrecked his usually perfect hair with his hands running through it.

“What does it say!?” You take a shaky breath, as your heart is pounding, and emotion hits your eyes. “Darling…”

“We’re having a baby.” You whisper, and his own eyes start filling with tears, as he picks you up, holding you tightly, spinning you as you giggle breathlessly, test still firm in your hand.

“A baby!? A baby…” He’s slamming his lips on yours, tasting your salty tears that mix with his own, as he eases you down now, touching your still flat tummy. “A baby with you? Oh my God, I don’t know if I could be a happier man.”

“Oh Kento, you’re gonna be the best fucking dad, ever .” You cup his face, swiping thumbs across his sharp cheekbones, and his own lip trembles, he’s pecking kisses all over your face, as he rubs your sore tummy.

“You’ll be the best mom, I can’t wait to see you, holding our baby.” You both slam kisses against each other, over and over, as you think of what this means for you both.

“Oh Kenn, what do you think it’ll be!? A boy, a girl?”

“I want a little girl to spoil, pretty like her mother.” He only makes you cry more, as he holds you against his chest, and you feel his heartbeat. “Should we cut the trip a little early? So you can-”

“No, no. Baby will be fine for two weeks. You always wanted this, Kento, I want to enjoy our paradise. We just have a tag along.” You smile as you hold his hand over your tummy.

“You’ll be so beautiful, round with our baby. You already glow.” He kisses those tears off your cheeks, and your heart is so full, you can’t imagine how it will be when your baby comes.

***

6 months later

“Oh god, this looks painful! This is scary, Nobara!” Yuji is clinging to Nobara, yeah they’re together now? It’s kinda weird but also kind of perfect. She rolls her eyes as he shivers in fright while you’re having a ridiculous contraction.

“I’m staying on the pill.” She says, and you manage a little laugh at that, as Gojo, his baby and his wife, along with Geto and his pregnant wife pour in the room. Your mom kisses your head and heads out to grab a coffee, Nobara and Yuji join, clearly terrified of this.

Nanami is sitting right by you, holding your swollen tummy, fuck you’re huge, it’s not even twins. You’re miserable honestly, but you can’t wait to meet this baby, you can’t wait to see it in Nanami’s arms. He’s kissing your forehead sweetly, as his friends come to you, all giving you little pecks of reassurance.

“Hey guys, oh my gosh thank you so much for coming! Oof.” You try to sit up, but the epidural has you pretty boneless. Nanami eases you up, and Gojo’s wife comes right up to you, hand on your tummy.

“Are you dilated?” She asks, and you nod, making her exhale in relief. She’d had a c section and a rough one, and you can tell she is worried for you.

“See, it was your fault brat, Nanami’s a big guy and she can do it.” She scowls over at Gojo and baby Rai, who was the prettiest girl, so sweet as she’s smacking Gojo’s face with her little hands.

“Hit him, Rai, good girl!” She says, earning Gojo’s glare.

“She gets this from you!?”

“Hello, love.” Suguru says then, and you smile at him and his wife, who has her hand on her little tummy.

“You’re the prettiest woman in labor, how!?” She asks, and you giggle, shaking your head and then wincing in pain.

“Oh no I’m not, that was her.” You nudge your head to Gojo’s wife and she laughs, shaking her head.

“I didn’t have labor, so you can’t count it.”

“Her insides were cool.” Gojo muses, as he comes closer, sitting in a chair and letting Rai crawl all over him.

“Gojo, you’re so weird.” You say, to the laughter of everyone but him. “In a good way I mean?”

“Nah, it’s in a bad way.” Suguru says, and Gojo flips him off.

“Are you okay, darling?” Nanami murmurs then, and you nod, smiling at them all, though the baby is kicking everywhere, and everything hurts, your tummy feels so tight it’s uncomfortable. But you’re so excited.

“It hurts but not as bad before the epidural. I’ll be okay. Can I see Rai?” You ask softly, and Gojo stands, handing her gently to you. She’s bouncy and bright, with Gojo’s eyes and her mom’s pretty features, she gives you a gummy smile and you gasp. “Oh my gosh, she has a little tooth! How!?”

“I know, it’s going so fast.” Gojo’s wife gently brushes Rai’s dark hair back, as she’s giggling happily.

“Oh sweet little Rai, you’re gonna have a best friend soon!” You murmur, then you peek at Suguru’s wife with a smile. “And another on the way.”

“Oh gosh I’m so nervous.” She whispers, but Suguru pulls her to him gently, smiling down at her.

“Why? You’re gonna be perfect as a mom.” He says, and you watch her pretty face flush, before looking back at Rai.

“I wanna be the best momma ever. Do you think I will be, Rai?” Rai eagerly bounces as that, and Gojo and his wife hold each other, grinning down at her.

“She said yes.” Nanami says, and then you get another pain, wincing. Gojo’s wife takes Rai carefully, looking at you with concern.

“Don’t worry so much, she’ll be fine.” Gojo murmurs, but you can tell her own experience has her afraid for you. “Tiny brat.” You hear him murmur, and she smirks up at him as she holds her baby tight.

“Giant jerk.” He yanks on her hair and earns a talented smack, not even jostling her baby.

“The love all around us.” Suguru teases, earning both their tongues out.

The nurse comes in then, and they give you all space, backing away a bit to lounge on the other side of the room. Gojo’s wife and baby were in his lap, as they eagerly look at the nurse and now the doctor for news. You tense a bit, as the monitor is steadily beeping, but Nanami is holding your hand through it all.

“We think it’s time to push. Are you ready?”

***

You’re exhausted, you’re spent, but you are now holding your beautiful baby, all cleaned and wrapped up, and you’re sobbing as you look up at Nanami, you two are alone for now, having your moment. Nanami is on the bed with you, caressing your now sweaty mess of hair, as he also holds onto your beautiful baby boy’s head.

“He’s handsome like his daddy.” You coo, as he opens his eyes, hazel just like Nanami’s, and Nanami chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“He’s beautiful like his mama. Look, your nose. And your mouth.”

“Oof, imagine your cheekbones! He’ll steal all the ladies.” You whisper, and Nanami’s tilting your chin up then, looking down into your eyes, with so much love it stops your heart.

“I adore you both, so much. I could never be happier than you’ve made me. Thank you for this, for everything.” He whispers, and you’re a mess now, exhausted, sweaty, sobbing, as he takes the baby in his big arms, and you marvel at how tiny the baby looks in them, and how much he does look like his dad.

“Kento, I could never be happier. Look at the boys I love.” You whisper, as he snuggles you both so close. Your little boy, with a shock of sandy blond hair, much more than you expected, wiggles around restlessly. “Oh, are you hungry sweet boy?”

You nervously move to unsnap yourself, but Nanami is right there, helping you pull a swollen breast out, and his little mouth begins to suckle, as you inhale his baby scent. “Why do babies smell so good!?”

“They do.” Nanami inhales the little baby’s head too, smiling as he watches him latch on your breast. “Does it hurt darling?”

“A little, ooh. Ah!” The first latch feels weird, uncomfortable almost, but then it’s perfect. The baby is so content, looking at you with those sleepy eyes, and Nanami’s eyes never leave yours, just pure love as he kisses your forehead again.

“You're doing amazing, darling. I’m so proud of you.” He whispers, and you melt at that. “Little Kaito.”

“I love him so much it hurts.” You whisper, as your heart is bursting, watching such precious life. “Oof, he’s rough!” Finally he drinks his fill, then is milkdrunk, and it’s the cutest thing either of you have seen, as exhaustion starts hitting you.

“Want me to put him to bed for a bit, darling?”

“Yes, please. Mama needs sleep, Kaito.” You kiss his sweet head softly, as his hazel eyes shut, and soon you are feeling sleep pull at you, and Kento is right there, holding your hand softly.

“Get some rest, my love. I’ll be right here.” He kisses your lips so sweetly, you hate that they’re dry and chapped, you feel so icky and weird, but Kento looks at you like you’re a goddess, like he always does. “Beautiful girl.”

“I’m a blob, Kenn.” He snorts, shaking his head.

“Not at all. Going to be dancing on a pole before you know it.”

“Ooh, my classes, I’m going to be so behind!”

You teach pole fitness now, mostly online classes, and no it was not what you always wanted, but it was actually amazing, and you taught women to feel sexy and confident. It’s ended up taking off quite a bit, and you have more than enough time to be Kento’s little housewife too. “You need to worry about that later, the pole will be there. You’ll be fine, promise darling.”

You giggle at that, looking up into his handsome face, as he stares at you so adoringly. “What if I never get up again!?”

“I’ll hold you and let you spin.” You both laugh, then you let yourself fall to sleep, next to the loves of your life.

***

One month later

“Oh my goodness, you’re so precious! Hello sweet Kaito.” Gojo’s wife cooes as you and Nanami are dropping the baby off with the Gojos, and you also get to see sweet baby Rai. She looks at Kaito adoringly, touching his face and giggling.

“Oh goodness, does she have a crush already?” You tease, and Gojo smirks at that.

“Heck no, she’ll never date. She’ll be thirty.”

“Oh stop, it would be cute!”

“No boys ever.” Gojo says again, with a glare this time, as he’s got his hand on his wife's tummy. “For either of the girls.”

You and Nanami look at each other in shock, then back at them, and she’s blushing hard, as Gojo’s got a huge grin. “Oh my gosh, again!?” You ask, and she buries her face against Gojo’s chest.

“It wasn’t planned. But… yes, but we just found out, and we don’t know if it’s a girl again!” She says, but Gojo disagrees.

“It’s another girl. I can just tell.”

“Congratulations again, you two.” Nanami says to them, and you all hug each other closely.

“Thank you both. Oh, that’s Suguru and his wife! They’re helping us, it’s good practice.” She goes to open the door and Nanami shoves at Gojo with his shoulder.

“You can’t even let her heal up!?” Gojo shrugs with a smirk.

“She’s tough, she’s got it. Little brat will maybe stop trying to work.” Suguru and his wife walk in, and they eagerly take both babies, kissing all over them. You and Nanami watch, as Nanami pulls you against him, heightening every fucking sense ever, shit it had been a long time, you muse.

“Hello Rai, hello Kaito!” Suguru cooes to the babies, and Gojo and his wife look at each other, then look to them.

“So… having another.” Gojo says, and their eyes go wide.

“What already!?”

“Well…” Gojo runs his hands through his white hair, smirking. “I am daddy.”

“Oh god.” That’s the entire room, aside from the babies, and Rai bubbles up with energy in Suguru’s arms now.

“Dada!” Gojo grins, and the room melts now.

“That’s right baby girl. Dada!” He’s waving his arms, and Rai is giggling. Gojo’s wife sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Almost die having her, and no Mama, huh!?”

“I’m the favorite.” He sticks his tongue out on her and she scowls, but he’s just picking her up now, kissing her.

“Jesus, no wonder she’s pregnant again.” Suguru grumbles, and Gojo just grins over at him, wiggling his brows. “Now you two, go on!” Suguru says, but first you lean down to touch his wife’s tummy real quick. Sugu smiles at you both, as you kiss Kaito’s head softly.

“You must be so excited!” You say to her, and she blinks back tears, nodding, snuggling to Kaito. His hazel eyes are wide and aware, as he smiles up at you.

“I’m so excited. I can’t wait! Now go on!”

Everyone is urging you and Kento out the door, as you all haven’t had any time alone yet, and you both nervously walk out. “Oh Ken, I haven’t left him alone yet!”

“I know, darling. Don’t worry he’s in good hands. Now…” He holds the car door open for you with a smile. “After you, my lady.”

“Oh stop! I’m already horned up, Kenn.” You pout, as you look at him in his suit, and he’s looking at you in your pretty little red dress, eyes devouring every inch of your body.

“And so am I, darling. You look beautiful, so beautiful.” He puts a hand at the nip of your waist, the touch sends shockwaves, as does his heady look, then you’re tiptoeing, landing a kiss right on his lips, moaning into them.

“I was so worried. I look different now, Ken.” You murmur, and he shakes his head, hands sliding down your hips.

“You look even more beautiful now, my love.” You hungrily kiss each other, you’re leaning against the open car door in front of Gojo’s fancy house, and fuck you could do it right here if not for-

“You guys just wanna come back in and have a room?” That’s Gojo’s deep voice, and Nanami glares back, flipping him off. “Go on, brats.”

“Let’s go, Kenn, before we don’t make it out of the driveway.” You tease, and then you’re slid in the seat next to him, and he’s got his hand on your thigh, burning through your delicate skin there, and fuck you’re already wet as you all are zipping through the streets. “Where are we going!”

“A surprise, darling.”

“Ah it’s gonna kill me!” He just chuckles, and you snuggle right up to his broad shoulder, inhaling Nanami’s heady scent, and his grip tightens on your thigh, making you shift in your seat anxiously. “Kenn…”

“Fuck you sound so sexy.” He whispers, sliding his hand higher then, and you can’t take it, you are already soaked, eagerly bucking your hips up and kissing down the side of his neck. “You’re so hot… literally.”

You giggle breathlessly, looking up at him as the sky is darkening, and the street lights are turning on. “I’m dying for you.”

“I know, it’s been far too long. Are you sure you’re healed up?”

“Oh I will be once I get some Daddy Kento.” He rolls his eyes at you, smirking so damn sexy, as the lights play off the planes of his face.

“You’re still a relentless, bratty little girl.” You’re just grinning, your hand on his strong thigh now, over his dress pants.

In a few, you all pull up to some fancy dance club, you are so surprised when he opens the door for you, helping you out. You’re feeling a bit wobbly still, your legs aren’t quite used to heels anymore, but he’s got you, one hand around your waist as he leads you in.

“Kenn, what is this!?” You whisper, you’re so surprised, it doesn’t feel like something that Nanami would go to.

“We’re going to dance, darling. I figure it’s time to get you back on it.” He murmurs, as you all check in, and he leads you to a fancy booth, a server brings you both a bottle of bubbly.

“Oh my gosh, thank you!” You say softly, peeking around, the club is beautiful, it’s got velvet couches and a big dance floor, and it’s not crowded, thankfully. Nanami hates crowded places. “Ken, oh my god! This is so cool!”

He laughs a bit at your enthusiasm, and fuck if you don’t love him more and more every second, and he’s got a glass of champagne in his hand, sliding it over to you with a lazy smile. “You look so beautiful.” He whispers softly, caressing your cheek, and you feel your body come to life at his touch.

“And you look so handsome.” You whisper, caressing his jaw gently, as you sip the bubbly champagne, humming with your eyes closed. “Gosh it’s been like ten months since I’ve had a sip!”

“I know, is it yummy?” You nod eagerly, making him press a seductive kiss to your lips, drinking up your little whimper, as his hand comes to wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “It is yummy.”

“Fuck.” You whine, you could straddle Nanami Kento right here, it’s like everything he’s saying or doing is shooting right down your core, your aching little pussy, throbbing as you think of how much you want him.

His gaze lingers down to your breasts, still really full as you’re nursing, but you’ve pumped for the night and can actually have some drinks now. “I can’t wait to have these bouncing in my face.”

“ Kenn .” You whine now, he is lazily sliding back up on your body, and you’re left breathless. “Remember our first date?” You whisper.

“I remember, of course, darling. I remember…” He leans over to whisper in your ear. “Touching your pretty pussy.”

“Mnh…” You’re a fucking mess, you can’t stand what he’s doing to you, how badly you want it. “Let’s go home?”

“No, let’s dance. Finish that drink.” You blink a bit, and he’s standing, holding out his hand like the elegant damn gentleman he is, and your heart falters just like it did on your first date, except you want him more . Need him more. Impossibly love him even more.

“Oh my… yes, of course. I’d love to, Sir.”

You give a little curtsey as he bows to you at the waist. He takes your hand, and leads you out to the dance floor, the lights strobing around you, and you both move together, bodies fitting so perfectly. You’re feeling a bit self-conscious of your post-baby body, but as soon as he wraps his arms around your waist, and you lean into him, it all melts away.

Everything fades but Nanami Kento, you can feel the music, feel the bass in your chest, and your heart is racing as he’s moving his big hands over you, and you’re just melting in his hands. He grips your waist tightly, exhaling and tickling your ear as he bends down and presses you against his chest, your ass on hard thighs, and fuck you feel his length on your back.

“Show me how you actually move, darling. You are holding back, why?” You look back up at him, seeing the glint in his eyes as the lights are flashing on you.

“Oh, a challenge, hmm?” You tease, bending down and pressing your ass against him, shaking it in a full stripper move, earning his groan, before rolling your hips up, standing with a snap and throwing your head back, rolling your hips in a figure eight motion. He’s tensing, gripping you tightly, and you notice people are watching you two, letting you all in the middle.

You pull away, twisting your hips like it’s second nature, it used to be but you’d been scared, but the wider baby hips and swollen breasts only serve to make Nanami clearly enthralled. You’re backing away and stepping this way and that, before circling him, as he stands there entranced, running your fingertips across his chest, then his back, until you’re face to face.

There’s applause when your leg wraps his hip, and you arch your back, letting your hair fall and he’s dipping you so low, before bringing you back up. He’s so good, spinning you around, and you’re laughing now, feeling the cool air of the club wash over your hot body, and oh, it’s been so long since you’ve felt this way.

You still have it, and Nanami wanted to show you, it’s so clear.

You can love your baby, be a mama, and still be yourself. Now you press closer to him, feeling his body heat, feeling him against you, pushing him back a bit, before spinning around and dropping down, running a hand down his abdomen over that dress shirt, only to stand up and turn, becoming him to follow. And follow, Nanami does, especially when you grip his tie.

“Oh, you’re going to wear me out, darling.” He murmurs into your ear, and you giggle, as the crowd continues to cheer for each little back and forth.

“You can handle it, daddy.” You whisper back, and oh, his grip tightens, and he’s pulling you closer, until your bodies are a tangle of limbs and you’re both breathless, but you’re loving it, loving every second of this moment, feeling so alive.

The song ends, and you’re both leaning on each other, breathless and smiling. The music starts again, and suddenly the lights dim, and the DJ is announcing something, and you look around, confused, and then it hits you. The spotlight is on the both of you.

“To the happy couple, it’s been two years since you met.” The DJ says then, and you feel tears hit you as Nanami smiles, wiping his brow a bit, breathless as he then holds out his hands.

“Kento, two years!?” You ask softly, and he nods, pulling you close again.

“Sure has, since the first day I bought coffee from the prettiest girl in the whole world. And the most patient.” You’re a wreck, but it’s even worse when you hear the song playing.

This is your song, the one that played when you and Nanami first kissed, when you were ‘Foxy’ the stripper, and vivid memories shoot through you, and your tummy clenches as you look up at him. Nanami is smiling so big, spinning you around in a pirouette and everyone is watching, but it’s like it’s just you and him.

Nanami fills your senses, doesn’t he always?

The song ends and you’re both laughing, as the lights come back up, and everyone’s applauding, and oh, your face is red, but when he pulls you into a kiss, you melt. You both kiss over and over, until it’s too much, and he’s leading you back to sit now, you’re both breathless, you’re glistening with a sheen of sweat that’s reflecting from the colored lights.

“Oh my God, Nanami… that has to be the most thoughtful thing ever. Oh thank you so much.” You whisper through tears, clinging to him in the booth, a firm thigh slung over his muscular ones. He exhales, cupping your face with one hand as his other is gripping your hip.

“I’m so happy, you deserve anything, my darling. But I wanted you to dance, to see you. You know that I always want you to dance, to smile, don’t you?” You blink through tears, nodding with a tremulous smile.

“You make me want to dance, Nanami Kento. You make me so fucking happy, it’s like a dream I never want to wake from.” He swipes those glittery tears, exhaling and looking side to side, as if he’s committing you to memory.

“You’re my dream, you and Kaito.” You sniffle, your nose is all red and your eyes are getting puffy, and he’s kissing you, fuck he’s kissing you. Nanami Kento.

“I remember the first day I saw you. So damn tired. Damn green glasses, random pattern ties, perfect suit.” He chuckles a bit as he continues to swipe those eyes. “I was wrecked for anyone ever again. I’m so glad you noticed me.”

“Oh darling, I should have always noticed you. But I have all the time in the world to make up for that. To make sure I make you feel…” He’s running a hand down your soft tummy, once so muscled, but he loves it how it is, he’ll love it when it’s muscular again, he’ll love anything about you. “So good.”

“You always do.”

“No… very good.” He hums against your lips, and you feel it then, his hardness against that thigh draped.

“Oh, Kenn… yeah!?” He nods, smirking and you bite your lower lip, looking down shyly. “I’m so glad I shaved.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.”

It’s not long until you’re back home, and home alone, something that hasn’t happened yet, and Nanami is devouring every bit of you, having your dress shimmied off your body in moments. His hands grab you everywhere, as he takes over every sense you fucking have.

“Kenn, let’s… um check on…”

“He’s fine. Need this cunt on my lips.” You gasp, as he’s shoving you against the wall of your living room, and he’s dropping to his knees, sliding the crotch of your lacy red panties to the side, groaning as he sees you. “Fucking gorgeous.”

“Kenn… oh my god! Kenn! ” You scream out when his mouth finds you, when his tongue slides in your entrance, lapping up the wetness, just pouring down his stupidly handsome face. He’s gripping your ass, yanking you more, and your thigh goes up on his shoulder.

“Mnh… delicious. S’good, m’darling.” He slurs his words as he’s lapping you up, breath hot on your exposed clit, and you cling to his sandy blond hair, shattering over him, and fuck if he doesn’t lap up every bit.

The orgasm washes through your entire body, you’re convulsing, head smacking back on the wall as he’s relentless against your sensitive pussy. He finally finishes, sliding back up, and he tilts your chin up. “F-fuck… Ken, s’fucking… Ken mmh, l–love you.”

“I love you, darling, love how you taste, love how you feel. Love how beautiful you look cumming for me.” You whine at that, as you’re lapping your arousal off him, and he’s picking you up in his arms, your shaky hands serve to unbutton his shirt, dying to look at that perfect body.

“Ken, please, please.” You whine out, as he’s carrying you to your bedroom, and he smirks then.

“Please what, darling? Your words.” He gets on top of you, but you flip, using your still surprisingly strong thighs, surprising him. “Oh…”

“Need to suck you. Now.” He’s blinking in surprise, but you’re starving for it, for that cock down your throat, and soon you have him naked, sliding his pants off, he helps kick them off, shaky hands gripping your flowing hair.

“How the fuck am I so lucky? I- Darling. ” He moans out, his head sinking back into the bed as you take his thick, long cock in your mouth, slurping on that thick reddened tip of his.

You wrap your hand around the base, stroking him as you deep throat, loving the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, and he’s groaning, hips jerking upwards, but you’re in control, you’re so eager to take him all in. His hand is in your hair, gripping it tightly as you keep going, drool coming down your chin, and you swipe it away with your thumb, looking up at him through those glossy eyes.

He tastes so good, he feels so good, he’s so handsome as he stares down at you, biting that lower lip and sucking in a breath. “So beautiful, darling, just so fucking perfect for me.” He whispers, and your heart melts.

You keep sucking, keep stroking, eager to taste him, eager to make him feel so fucking good, eager to make him lose his mind like he does for you. He’s tensing, moaning as he pushes up, fucking your tight throat now. You are breathing through your nose, which presses down on the blond stubble of his pelvis as you take him all.

“Such a good- girl ah! Darling…” He’s lifting you off him, and you pull back with a loud pop, licking precum and drool away, smiling as you stroke him, as he pulls you by your hips to straddle him.

“Like it, Daddy?” You whisper, then he answers by glaring for a moment, pulling you up, you’re like a doll in his grip.

“Like it, no. Love your mouth on me, this beautiful body on me.” He’s caressing up your tummy, brushing up little stretchies left from your baby, up to those breasts swollen, still leaking some milk even now. He’s leaning up, sucking it now, and you cry out, back arching, as he slides his cock inside you.

“Oh my- Na- na- mii! ” You scream out in pleasure, as he’s fucking up into you, grunting as he’s suckling your puffy little nipples.

“Tastes so sweet.” He hums, and you wipe that bit of milk off his lips, and fuck he doesn’t care, no he thinks it’s hot. He thinks you’re hot.

“Fuck me, s’good please. I can take it, swear Kenn.” You beg, and he starts fucking up into you, your breasts bouncing in his face, as his cock wrecks you, stretches your tight little cunt out, the one you’ve had nothing in for so long. Your back arches as he grips your tits in his big hands, kneading them.

“Perfect, beautiful. Mine.” He whispers, and you’re shuddering now, as your cunt drools down his cock while he takes you, while his teeth graze your nipples. The pain and pleasure mix, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt, and it’s so fucking good that you’re crying, that you’re shaking, and your walls clench around him, desperate to keep him in, to suck in more.

You look down, watching him fuck you, watching his cock disappear and reappear, and fuck, it’s a sight that’s going to keep you wet for weeks. His abs flex with every thrust, and your hands trail down it, realizing you’re soaking him down to his stomach, watching him glisten as you’re gushing with every sharp snap. Your eyes look back up to his, and he moans now, leaning up to sit, pulling you for a kiss.

Your hands slide up his shoulders, gripping tight, and he hisses, head leaning back as nails dig in. Your cunt clamps down on his thick length, and Nanami is groaning as he keeps fucking through it, pushing you until you’re on the edge, until you can no longer move, and you’re losing sense of self.

“Kento, c-can’t move. Use me-” You beg, and he’s leaning up, sliding out, flipping you over and pulling your hips up.

“Arch this back, darling. Pretty toy.” You whine out, arching your ass up, and Nanami is slamming back in, grabbing your hips and holding them firmly, pounding into you from behind, slapping sounds filling the room mixed with your ridiculous wetness. “Fuck you feel s’good… missed this. Missed this.”

You’re screaming into the pillow, as he’s filling you up, as his words wreck you, and fuck he’s so deep, and it’s like you’re going to break apart, snapping in two for him, gladly, happily. “Nanami… Nanami… you’re s’perfect, I- mnh!”

“Gonna fill you up, darling, gonna fill up that greedy little cunt with so much cum.” He’s whispering into your ear, bending over prone position now, and you’re shaking, your body tensing up.

“‘Nother baby. ‘Nother one. In me, Ken.” You beg out, and he huffs, yanking on your hair and groaning in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’ll put another baby in this perfect cunt, darling. That’s what you want?” You nod, helpless, and he’s pushing in so deep, right on your bruised cervix, and you’re pulsing around him, cumming so hard you can’t stand it.

“Yes, Kenn please!” You scream out, you’re cumming so hard your body is shaking as he’s pumping into you, filling you up, and you feel it hit your womb, when he’s starting to spurt his cum, so hot.

“Kiss me, darling. Kiss me.” He whispers, and you turn your head eagerly, as his lips descend, and he drinks all your cries. You feel his cum shooting more and more as he pumps in deep, feel it coat everything. You collapse onto the bed, your body boneless, and he’s on top of you, his cock still twitching, still pulsing out that sweet release into you.

You feel so full, so satisfied, so loved, as he wraps around you, his chest heaving, his kisses gentle along the back of your neck. “K-Ken… oh my…”

“Love you, darling, love you so much.” He whispers, and you lean back into him, his cock sliding out with a wet sound, and you shiver at the emptiness, but he’s pulling you to him so tightly, yanking you against his chest, you’re a trembling fucking mess. “I love you coming apart for me.”

“Love you too, Kento, so much, always. I love falling apart for you.” You whisper, and he exhales, kissing you again, holding you against him, cradling you so carefully, like you’re the most precious thing.

You stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, as you both come down from the insane lovemaking. He’s kissing all over your cheeks, your forehead, running his hands down your bare body, and you’re so consumed in him, fuck, you feel like you’re in heaven with him.

“Love you, Nanami Kento.” You murmur softly, as you lean back and kiss him eagerly.

“I love you, my darling. My wife. The beautiful mother of our baby.” You sob again, and he has to hold you tight, to soothe you. “Oh darling…”

“Never wanna go this long again. Never. Ken… need you. Always.” You’re whimpering as he’s picking you up, so carefully in his arms, holding you so tight. You cling to his neck, planting kisses on perfect cheeks.

“Never this long. I die without you.” He huffs out the words, then he’s carrying you to the bathroom, sitting you down carefully, kissing you gently. “Let me spoil my perfect girl, my little darling. Yes?”

“Yes Daddy.” You tease, and he chuckles, brushing your hair back softly, and you get lost in his damn eyes, in their lazy hazel depths, as you see everything you ever wanted. Your future. Your love.

Soon you’re cozy in his embrace, in his arms, as he holds you while he washes you so tenderly, so carefully. And soon you straddle him, holding his face so gently in your hands.

“Forever, Nanami Kento.”

“Forever, my wife.”

The End

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56003029/chapters/149945329

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