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Heavenly

Virgin!Fem!Reader x Hotch | When you're at the bar with the team, Hotch accidentally overhears you talking to Garcia about your lack of experience..and your feelings for him.

Warnings: 🥵+🤭 Smut but make it fluffy & giggly [(Hotch being an absolute gentleman) dry humping, fem!receiving oral, fingering, praise kink, slight innocence kink], mention of insecurities, mild panic attack, mutual pining, swearing.

Word Count: 8351

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This is a long one (once I got on a roll I couldn’t stop!!) so buckle in people! Ps, I’m writing this with a lot of my own insecurities and personal experiences in mind. *sigh* If only I had my own Aaron *sigh*

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"Y/N, that guy is totally checking you out," JJ stated in a whisper that only you and her could hear.

Glancing across the room, you saw a young man, probably in his early 30s, sitting at a table with some friends. They were all nudging him and nodding in your direction. "You think so?"

It was obvious that's what was happening, even you could see it, but your lack of experience in anything even remotely related to a relationship had you second-guessing.

"He totally is." It was Penelope who spoke up this time. Evidently, JJ hadn't voiced her findings quiet enough.

"Uhhh I don't know guys. He's probably looking at Emily," who was currently in deep conversation with Rossi about wine, "or who knows, it could be Morgan.” That caused both of the girls to snort, all of you knowing it wouldn't be the first time that had happened.

Although you were making light of the situation, the truth was, you couldn't imagine a world in which an attractive guy you'd never met before would approach you. Never mind in a crowded room where other people would see him interacting with you. No one had ever cared enough about you to be seen with you in that capacity before; proud to show you off, proud to say that you were theirs..why would this time be any different?

In no time at all, thoughts of never being good enough, never being wanted or loved, feelings of rejection, all began to surface. None of these thoughts were new to you, but you’d spent your entire life pushing those feelings aside, and building up walls to keep people out, and you weren’t about to give that all up for some guy at the bar who’d had a few too many.

Besides, you already had feelings for someone else, and he was sitting less than 3 feet away from you. "Granted," you thought to yourself, "he's someone who would never feel the same way about you." But you weren’t ready to let go of that fantasy just yet.

As your eyes scanned the crowded room once again, you noticed the guy had finally stood up from him seat, and was currently making his way directly towards you. Your stomach turned upside down at the thought of speaking to him, especially in front of Aaron, and before you could think things through, you'd pulled the strap of your purse over your shoulder and stood up without a word.

You could hear the mumblings of the rest of the group at your sudden departure as you made your way through the maze of tables and dancing bodies to the back door. Pushing your way through the door, you breathed in deep, the fresh air filling your lungs just in time to subdue the panic attack that was threatening to make an appearance.

Running your fingers through your hair, you focused on your breathing. In deep, hold, and out slow. Mumbling to yourself under your breath, “fuck, Y/N, you’re so stupid..” you didn’t hear the door open behind you. A soft voice and a gentle hand on your shoulder startled you. “Oh! Penelope, you scared me.” You spoke through a light laugh, your breathing finally having returned to some semblance of normal.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to!”

You shook your head, and waved off her worries, “it’s okay. What’s up?” You attempted to act like nothing was wrong, but she wasn’t buying it. Garcia knew you better than anyone, so it wasn’t a surprise that she was the one who had followed you out. There was clearly something wrong, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

“What’s wrong? You left in a bit of a hurry. Is everything okay?” She placed a loving hand on your shoulder once again, genuine concern written all over her face.

“Yeah, yeah everything is fine.” Your words weren’t convincing, and she just stared at you with that all-knowing look she had.

“I don’t think so. I mean for starters, you locked yourself out here by not propping the door open..” she trailed off as you glanced behind her to see that she had stuck an old milk crate in the door to keep it open. You really must have been out of it, because you hadn’t heard her dragging it into place.

“Oh. Whoops.”

“Whoops? Y/N, come on, you know better than that. Look at this sketchy alley, I don’t like you being out here alone, and neither should you.”

Nodding your head in acknowledgement, you agreeded, “I know, I know, you’re right. I’m sorry. I just..”

“Was it that guy?” It didn’t take a profiler to figure out what the cause of your disappearance was.

Looking down at your feet as you fidgeted with the zipper on your purse, you admitted in a soft voice, “yes.” Hesitating before looking up at Penelope, you were greeted with a warm smile, and she let you continue without prying. Something about her calming presence always made you feel like you could talk to her. You finally decided to share the deepest thoughts in your mind.

Meanwhile, back at the table, Spencer was listing off the statistics of girls who go missing from back alleys based on the number of people in the bar and the time of night. It was something that all of them were already thinking, and even though Garcia had followed you, the team still felt uneasy.

Emily was the next person to stand up, but Hotch stopped her. A short “I’ll go,” was all it took, and Emily nodded at him before taking her seat again.

As he approached the back of the building, he overheard part of your conversation due to the door being propped open, and it made him stop in his tracks.

“I have no experience with that Penelope. Sure, I’ve done things, but never with another person. There must be something wrong with me, because no one has ever wanted me. You know, before my stupid anxious mind got in the way, I seriously thought about going home with that guy if things progressed that way. Just to bite the bullet and get it over with you know? I hate this feeling hanging over my head. But I couldn’t. I know myself and I know I wouldn’t be able to do that with a complete stranger. Besides I want it to be..” You stopped mid-sentence. Though you had just bared your soul to her, you still weren’t sure if you were ready for anyone to know about your feelings for their Unit Chief.

“Who? Who’s this mystery man that made you second guess the hottie inside?” Penelope was giddy, clearly excited to hear the name of the man you were head over heals for.

Pausing for a second, you looked her in the eyes and begged, “Okay, okay, but you can’t tell ANYONE. Promise me, alright?”

Nodding her head enthusiastically, you finally caved.

Hotch was still standing on the other side of the door, struggling with what to do. He could hear you two talking, so that meant you were safe, for now. He hoped this would be the end of the conversation, and you two would be coming back in soon, but he just didn’t have it in himself to leave you two out there alone.

Through all the jumble in his head, unsure of how to proceed, he quite honestly was not listening to anything you two were saying at this point. He was deep in his own thoughts, and it broke his heart to hear you talk about yourself the way you had; the feeling of thinking nobody was ever going to love you, that you weren’t worth anything, that some drunk stranger at the bar was the best you could do. Surely there must have been guys who wanted you, maybe they just hadn’t voiced it.

After all, he was one of them, having had feelings for you since the day you started at the BAU. He could remember being thankful Garcia was the one who met you at the door and lead you up to his office on your first day. He watched, mesmerized, as you appeared to float across the room. Then, you smiled, and it took his breath away. He needed that extra few seconds to compose himself before pulling open his office door and greeting you at the top of the stairs.

And truth be told, he’d had his suspicions about your lack of experience; any time the conversation circled that topic with the group, you were always very quiet, never offering up your own stories. But that hadn’t changed his feelings for you. If anything, it only made his affection for you grow. He had imagined, may times when he was alone late at night, what you might feel like. What sounds you might make. Nothing got him to home base faster than imagining your hands all over his scarred body. He wanted to be the one to treat you properly your first time, not some stranger who didn't know you like he did.

Then, something pulled him out of the depths of his mind and back to the conversation playing out on the other side of the door..

His name.

“It’s Hotch. Aaron. I have a thing for our boss, okay? Honestly Penelope, how stupid could I be?"

His heart began racing in his chest, but he knew he needed to suppress it, and quick. Breathing in deep a few times, he did his best to get into his work mind-set; it would be the easiest way to put on that poker face. He’d let this go on for too long, and he felt a pit in his stomach at the thought. He made his next move and prayed that you wouldn’t realize that he’d heard..too much.

A couple gentle knocks on the door was all it took. Garcia’s giggling stopped immediately, and your breath caught in your throat. Was it that guy? Had he followed you, angry that you’d dismissed him without even saying hello?

As the door slowly pushed open, you saw that it was Hotch.

A whole new knot began forming in your stomach. Had he heard you and Garcia talking? What if he had? Were things going to be weird at work from now on? There was just no way your feelings were going to be returned. As you studied his face, it was that same calm, near expressionless look you were so used to seeing every day. Maybe he hadn’t heard anything. Just bad timing was all..

“I wanted to make sure you two were okay. I don’t like you being out here at this time of night.”

Your heart fluttered. This was why you cared for him. He was a true gentleman, and he only proved that time and time again.

“We’re good, thanks Hotch.” Garcia is the one who spoke; you were having difficulty finding your voice.

His eyes flashed over to you for a brief moment before he insisted, “Okay, but I know I, along with the rest of the team, would feel much better if you were back inside.” You nodded slightly before making your way around Garcia and past Hotch who was still holding the door open, thanking him softly on your way by.

Sitting back down at the table, you were happy to see that the guy from earlier had left, along with all of his friends. It wasn’t long before everyone in your group wanted to head home as well, but the entire time you were sat back at the table, Hotch was very quiet. The feeling that he had violated your privacy, crossed some sort of line, though unintentional, was eating away at him. He needed to be honest and tell you what he had heard.

As everyone said their goodbyes in the parking lot, Hotch hovered a little longer as the crowd dispersed. “Mind if I walk you to your vehicle?”

You didn’t think much of it, though you still weren’t totally convinced, you were choosing to believe that he hadn’t heard anything earlier. You told yourself that he was just making sure you made it to your vehicle safe. After all, you had given the team a bit of a scare earlier.

Nodding, you turned and headed in the direction of your SUV, with Hotch by your side. “Sorry for earlier, I didn’t mean to leave like that. You've all probably figured this out already, but I’m not really a master when it comes to relationships. I kind of panicked.”

He laughed softly, “maybe a little bit. But it’s okay. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Finally reaching the side of your vehicle, you looked up at him, and just as you were about to thank him, he spoke again. “Hey, listen. I have to apologize for something.” You frowned slightly, unsure of where he was going with this. “I overheard part of your conversation earlier, with Garcia.”

Your heart sank. Fuck. This was it. That fantasy of you and him was going up in flames, and you only had yourself to blame. You should have kept your mouth shut. This was why you hated opening up to people. It always ended like this.

As if knowing exactly what you were thinking, he broke the silence again, grabbing one of your hands in his. “I want you to know that there’s nothing wrong with you. And I don’t blame you for thinking about going home with that..guy..from earlier,” he was having a hard time thinking about you with someone else, “but I admire you for wanting to stay true to yourself, and make your first time mean something. You deserve that.”

That knot in your stomach slowly started to dissipate; even if it wasn’t going to be with him, you were thankful that he cared at least this much for you. It was just another example of why you adored him. He was so respectful of everyone, especially women, and if he cared about you, he was going to do everything in his power to show you that he was there for you.

Smiling softly up at him, you gave his hand a squeeze, “thanks Hotch. That means a lot to me.”

He nodded in acknowledgement.

“I am sorry you had to hear all of that though. It’s an awkward conversation to walk into the middle of.” As you spoke, your face flushed, remembering that your comments about the guy inside were made BEFORE you mentioned him by name. If he’d heard all that, he had definitely heard you confess your feelings for him. Panic started to build in your chest once more, but the logical side of your brain attempted to control it. Why would he still be standing here if knowing about your feelings had made him uncomfortable?

As if reading your mind yet again, he spoke firmly, this time placing his other hand on the side of your face, pulling you out of your near state of panic and bringing your attention directly to him. “I thought you were beautiful the moment I set eyes on you.”

Your heart was racing now. Was this really happening? Did the object of your affection just call you beautiful? Your eyes were searching his for any sign that he might not be telling the truth, but you knew deep down he would never do that, he would never be that cruel. So this must be a dream? No, the warm palm against the side of your face proved that theory wrong. “Really?” you asked, clearly needing time to adjust to this new information.

He nodded in response and you almost felt like throwing up from the rollercoaster of emotion the last hour had brought. You were silent, as your brain attempted to process everything, and he stood there for a short while with his hand still holding yours tight.

Looking back up at him, you made eye contact and it finally felt like everything made sense. All those years, lonely, waiting, hurting, were leading you to this moment.

“I’m sorry I never did anything about it. It’s just, I’m your boss, and I didn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position.” He could read you so well, and he knew that the look of relief on your face meant his words had finally had a chance to settle.

He spoke quietly once more, “I want to kiss you,” as he gently ran the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, “but not here.”

Looking around, you saw a couple drunk people stumbling out of the front of the bar, and you nodded in agreement. “My.. uh.. my place. It’s not far.” You looked back up at him, still in a slight state of shock, and he nodded.

Letting go of his hand, you fumbled with the zipper on your purse and noticed just how much your hands were shaking. Smiling through your embarrassment, you breathed in deep, trying to calm your nerves. That’s when you felt his hand on yours again, and your body immediately relaxed. “I know this is a lot to take in. A lot of emotions in one night. I would love to be your first, if you’d have me.” His smile was not that big confident smile you had seen before, it was much more flustered, almost boyish, and it made you blush. “But it doesn’t have to be tonight, if you’re not ready.”

Smiling at his genuine concern for you and what you wanted, it was your turn to bring your hand up to the side of his face, grounding him. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve imagined you saying those words to me. There is no doubt in my mind I want this, with you. And tonight is as good a night as any.”

His smile was much more confident this time, knowing that he wasn’t rushing you into anything you weren’t ready for. You’d both been thinking of this moment for long enough, why wait any longer?

Once you were finally able to fish your keys out of your purse, you pressed the unlock button and motioned with your head for him to get in. Before stepping away from you, he brushed his thumb across your bottom lip once more, sending shivers straight to your core. You watched in awe as he walked around the vehicle and opened the passenger door.

The drive to your place was a short one, and before you knew it, you were pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex. Shutting the vehicle off, you both got out, and mere seconds after stepping beside each other, he had a firm grip on your hand, leading you towards the front door.

As the elevator slowly lifted you both to your floor, you could feel your heartbeat rising. Things were about to get real, and you were nervous, but there was no one you trusted more than him. Your hand was still in his as the elevator door opened and you walked down the hallway, stopping in front of your door. Your shaky hands were back in full swing, as you struggled to get the key in the door. Once more, his firm and gentle hand was on top of yours, calming your nerves and allowing you to unlock the door. Once inside, you set your purse down on the table inside the door, and hung up your jacket. He pulled his jacket off as well, hanging it on the hook beside yours.

Staring at each other, you giggled nervously, making him smile down at you. Bringing his hand up to the side of your face, you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and humming contentedly. Placing your hand overtop of his, you suggested, “would you like some water?” He nodded in response, letting you lead the way. Down the short hallway and around the corner, the kitchen was lit by the dim glow of the light above the stove that you always left on when you knew you’d be home late.

Pouring two glasses of water, you handed one to him and proceeded to down your glass in a few short seconds; your mouth was dry in anticipation. He laughed lightly to himself as he took a sip from his cup. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” The heat that rose in your face was clear from a mile away, but it made you laugh too.

Setting your glass down on the counter, you looked up at him through your eyelashes before taking a step closer. Following your lead, he set his glass down as well before reaching out his hand to you. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he placed his palm against the side of your face, tucking your hair behind your ear in the process.

Running his thumb across your bottom lip one last time, he leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours playfully causing you both to smile, before pressing his lips to yours tenderly. He lingered for a few moments, as months of unaddressed feelings for each other slowly began to surface.

It was you who deepened the kiss first, pulling his waist closer to yours and opening your mouth slightly. You allowed his adventurous tongue to make its way past your lips, consuming you. You felt your entire body sigh as his hand made its way to the back of your head, tugging on your hair slightly. The moan that escaped your lips at the feeling caused him to smile and pull back slightly; this was already so much better than anything he had imagined you would sound like, and he couldn’t wait to hear everything else you had in you.

Not wanting the kiss to end, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his again, this time with a lot more passion. He registered your need and trailed his hands down your back, then to the side of your thighs. The slight squeeze he gave you was all you needed, as you jumped slightly, his strong arms catching you as you did. Wrapping your legs around his waist as tight as you could, your lips didn’t break contact with his, as he took a few steps around the counter and towards the couch. Sitting down, he set you in his lap, and moaned against your lips at the weight of your body on his; he could get used to that feeling.

The bottom of the dress you were wearing was now being pushed up your thighs by his large, strong hands to rest around your waist, all while your lips were still planted firmly against his. Running your fingers through his perfectly styled hair, you couldn’t help yourself as you bucked your hips against his. His mouth dropped open at the contact, your core, still clothed in the soft material of your underwear, brushing perfectly along the bulge in his pants.

Both of you needed to come up for air, and that initial contact was almost too much for you; you needed to slow down. Resting your forehead against his, you breathed out hotly, “shit, Aaron, I’m already out of breath.”

He reached his hand up to brush your hair out of your face, looking you in the eyes. “Why don’t we slow down a bit, okay sweet girl?” The breath that left your body indicated to him that you were a fan of that name. “Oh.. You liked that, didn’t you?” You nodded breathlessly. “Why don't you tell me what else you like. You must you know your body, your desires, your fantasies. I want to know. I want to make this good for you.”

Unable to contain the joy and acceptance you felt in your chest, you smiled wide and leaned forward to kiss him passionately again. “I.. I think so? I mean, I’ve never done this before.. With another person I mean.”

He laughed lovingly, running his fingers through your hair, “I know. But I’m sure you’ve touched yourself before. Tell me what you think about when you do.”

You could feel the heat rising in your face, because he was right. You had spent a lot of time alone, thinking about what you might want when the time came. You just never thought the person you would be with would care enough to ask. But Aaron Hotchner was not most men. He seemed to have a genuine desire to know how to please you, and you trusted him. You decided being honest was the best thing in this moment. “I mean.. Uhh..” you laughed nervously, “I.. think about.. you. A lot.”

You felt his hips move slightly underneath you as he re-adjusted himself. He cleared his throat, still trying to remain calm and collected, “I’ve also thought about you before, pretty girl.”

You felt your walls clench in anticipation, the thought of him stroking himself while imagining you was almost more than you could handle. Needing some sort of friction, you began rocking your hips back and forth slowly, dragging your now soaking underwear along the outside of his jeans. You could tell he was already hard, and any time you spoke, you could feel him flinching, strained against the confines of his pants.

“I’ve thought about your big, strong hands,” you grabbed his wrist and slowly brought his hand up your body, “touching me,” he got the hint as he brought his other hand down to match the one you were leading. “Squeezing me,” you cupped your hand over top of his as his palms reached your breasts, “and inside me,” you admitted finally, bringing one of his hands up to your mouth. Licking his index and middle finger, you soon wrapped your lips around them, twirling your tongue as you did.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, “what else?”

“Well.. I liked that.. sweet girl, I mean.”

He hummed at your admission, “what about..” he paused, almost preparing himself for your reaction, because he knew you were going to like it, “good girl.”

His prediction was right, and your body immediately reacted to his words. You began grinding your hips into his harder and faster, and you leaned forward to kiss him again. You whispered against his lips, “I’ve also thought about your lips, and your tongue, down there.”

He moaned against your lips, his hands now on your hips, helping you move. “And I’ve thought about how you would taste.”

Up until that moment, you had been so focused on communicating what you wanted from him, that you’d almost been blind to the building pressure between your legs. “Oh fuck, Aaron, I’m so close.”

He smiled against your lips, “I know, I know. That’s it, come on. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

That was all it took, as you felt your body reach that peak you’d summited many times before. Only this time it was different. This time you had Aaron Hotchner’s hands on your hips, helping you work through it, and it was better than you ever could have imagined. As pleasure washed over you, you collapsed against his body, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Breathing heavily against his neck, you felt his hands on you, rubbing gentle circles against your lower back, comforting you as you came down from your high.

Mild embarrassment at how quickly you’d come undone began to creep into your mind, and you laughed nervously against his neck. He kissed you through a smile of his own, as his lips trailed up your neck, along your jaw, and to your lips. “I’m sorry.. I don’t know what came over me.” You spoke quietly through an embarrassed grin, as you looked down at the wet spot you’d created on the front of his jeans.

Pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he lifted your head so you were looking him in the eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. I want you to do whatever makes you feel good.” His words were sincere and you nodded in response. “Besides,” he added, leaning forward to whisper in your ear between soft kisses on your neck, “we’re going to give you at least one more before I’m even inside you.” You moaned at his words, bucking your hips into his instinctually, causing you to whimper at the over-stimulation. He smiled against your neck, laughing lightly at the affect his words had on you.

“Let’s take this to your bedroom?” He spoke as he brushed your hair out of your face, smiling softly at you. Nodding, you attempted to stand up, but your legs were already jelly. When you stumbled backwards, he reached out and grasped your waist, holding you still. You both looked at each other, eyes wide until registering that you were okay and thankfully hadn’t fallen over the coffee table. Neither of you could hold in the laughter that erupted from your chests, as Aaron helped steady you before standing up himself.

Pulling you into his chest, he let your legs adjust to their standing position, and you held each other tight until the laughter died down. Kissing the top of your head, he motioned with his hand for you to lead the way. Grabbing a hold of one of his hands, you made the short way past the kitchen and down the hallway to your bedroom.

Once inside, you turned to face him and he kissed your lips lovingly. He reached behind your back and pulled the zipper on your dress down effortlessly, before letting the material slip off your shoulders and hit the floor. “You are so beautiful. Even more beautiful than I had imagined.” His words made your aching walls clench again, and you couldn’t help but reach forward and begin undoing the buckle on his jeans. As you worked on the zipper, he pulled his shirt over his head.

Once his jeans were out of the way, you couldn’t help but stare at the tent in his boxers. He was large, you could tell, and he sensed your nerves returning. “Hey,” he placed his finger under your chin to bring your attention up to him, “don’t worry, we’ll take things as slow as you need.” As he smiled reassuringly at you, you nodded in thanks. “That’s also why,” he spoke as he closed the gap between your bodies, placing his hand on the back of your neck, “I said we’re going to give you at least one more.” He winked. Fucking WINKED. And you could feel your insides twisting in anticipation.

The look on your face told him you were okay with his plan, and he leaned down to kiss you passionately. Slowly leading you towards the bed, he stopped when your legs hit the edge. “Lay down, sweet girl,” he encouraged, and all you could do was nod again.

Once you were situated in the middle of the bed, he leaned forward and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear. Lifting your hips off the bed, he slid them down your legs before placing his hands on your knees gently. Pulling your legs apart, you felt heat rise in your face yet again as he got his first glimpse of your already soaking core.

“Damn sweetheart, SO beautiful.” His words made you blush and cover your face momentarily. He spoke as he reached forward to pull your hands away from your face, “there’s no need to be shy with me. I only want to make you feel good.”

“Okay,” you spoke softly, leaning up to rest your body on your elbows. “I.. I want to feel you.. Your mouth. And your fingers.”

His eyes darkened at your words, as he knelt between your legs. Leaning his tall frame over top of you, he began by kissing your lips tenderly. Then he began his trail of kisses along your jaw, down your neck, across your collar bone, and between your breasts.

Looking up at you for permission, you nodded, and he pulled your bra down revealing your breasts. He wasted no time, his lips latching over one of them, twirling his tongue around your sensitive nipple, while rolling your other one between his thumb and forefinger. Your back arched at the feeling, and your hand instinctively came to the back of his head. After giving both breasts the attention they deserved, he trailed more kisses along your stomach, over your belly button, and down the inside of your leg stopping just above your knee.

"You’re okay if I keep going?” His words were sincere as he looked up at you from behind those beautiful eyelashes of his.

“Yes Aaron, please.” Your begging made him smile, as he kept going. Trailing more kisses back up the opposite leg, until he was right where you wanted him. Placing his first gentle kiss on the top of your heat, he slowly ran his fingers through your folds, spreading you open, and you threw your head back at the contact. “Oh fuck..”

You could hear him smile at your reaction, and he'd hardly even done anything yet. Running his fingers through your folds, he massaged you gently, gauging your sensitivity, trying to figure out just how you liked being touched. One movement, using two fingers along each side of your clit made you jump slightly, and he looked up at you, lust in his eyes. "So that's the one you like best..I think I can work with that."

Your eyes fluttered closed and you dropped your shoulders flat against the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer. Continuing with the movement he'd just discovered you were a fan of, he proceeded massaging you, as a new sensation startled you again. He'd added his tongue this time, slowly running it through your folds. "Fuck, you taste heavenly." His words made you whimper, and he smiled again, enjoying the noises you were making.

He let you enjoy that motion for a short while, before adjusting to pull you apart with his fingers, and sucking directly on your sensitive bud. Your breathing slowly became more and more ragged, as you felt your body catapulting towards climax once more.

"Oh shiiiit" you groaned, "Aaron I'm so close."

"Good girl," he spoke between deep breaths, "I want you to cum for me again, okay? You taste SO good, sweet girl. Come on."

As your fists clenched the sheets, your legs tensed as your body approached the edge. With a few more strokes of his tongue, your nerve endings burst, pure euphoria washing over your body. Knowing you would pull away when it was too much, he kept up with the movements of his tongue, wanting to draw out your pleasure as long as you would allow him to. And he was right, because a few seconds later, your hands were in his hair, tugging gently at his brown locks, pulling his mouth off of you.

Your body shivered in pleasure, causing you to laugh breathlessly as your limbs curled up into your chest, almost as if you were subconsciously trying to hold onto the pleasure for as long as you could. As you lay there, your arms wrapped around your knees, Aaron made his way onto the bed beside you. His warm hand on the side of your thigh a comforting addition. As he settled in at your side, he leaned over and placed a tender kiss to your forehead, laughing softly through his nose. He began moving his thumb back and forth, causing goosebumps to stipple your skin.

As your breathing slowly returned to normal, you released the grip you had on your legs, allowing them to stretch out, your feet brushing against his legs as you uncurled your toes. Turning on your side to face him, your lips only inches apart, you placed your hand on the side of his face before kissing him gently. Lingering for a moment before pulling away, you mumbled, "That.. was incredible.."

Laughing against your lips he confessed, "I'm not done with you quite yet, sweetheart." You felt the breath leave your body, and you pressed your lips to his with much more passion this time. Bringing one leg up, you draped it over his hip, pulling him as close as possible, feeling his erection press directly against you. It was him that moaned this time, unable to hold back his desires, "I can't wait to be inside you."

"Fuck, me either," you gasped, moving your hips against his.

His strong hand was now on your hip, slowing your motions, "so eager," he teased, causing you to giggle against his lips. "We'll get to that soon, I promise," he spoke softly as he laughed right along with you, "but I think we're going to loosen you up even more first."

You pulled back, looking him in the eyes, pure desire burning in your dilated pupils, waiting eagerly for what his next move was going to be. His hand began making it's way from your hip to under your leg that was still pulling him close, until his fingers were between both of your bodies, right where you crave him.

"We'll take it slow, okay?" You nodded feverishly, ready to accept whatever he was willing to give you. "If you need me to stop, you just say so."

Kissing him deeply, you whispered a soft, "okay," before resting your forehead against his.

Running his middle finger through your slick folds, he teased your clit again, eliciting another moan from you. "I love the sounds you make. So fucking sexy." You felt your cheeks flush, his words travelling straight to the deepest parts of you. Your hips bucked into his hand instinctively, and once again he took the hint. Teasing your entrance slightly, he slowly slipped his finger between your tight walls, little by little, until he couldn't reach any father.

"How does that feel?" he asked, your foreheads still resting against each other.

Nodding lightly, you admitted, "good..doesn't hurt."

Smiling, he kissed your nose, "that's good. I'm going to add one more, okay?"

Nodding enthusiastically, you begged, "please."

As his second finger slid in, you both felt your walls clench instinctually at the welcome intrusion. "So tight sweetheart, fuck."

You'd had your own fingers inside yourself before, but damn was this ever different. His fingers were much larger than yours to begin with, on top of knowing that they were HIS fingers. Your body reacted before your brain could process everything, and you began moving your hips.

Pleased with how fast you were able to adjust, he tested the waters, allowing you to move your hips at your own pace, while slowly curling his fingers. As the pads of his fingers brushed against that spongy spot inside you, you couldn't hold back the sounds that formed in your throat. Deep groans rumbled in your chest before escaping your lips. "Oh FUCK, Aaron..please don't stop."

Taking instruction well, he began picking up the pace, every curl of his fingers shooting pure ecstasy throughout your system. "I can feel you..you're close again aren't you my sweet girl?"

Unable to speak, you simply nodded against his forehead, the movement of your hips getting more erratic by the second. Before you knew what was happening, you crested the wave, and began riding it over the top again. It was almost like you'd lost control of your body, as your legs shook and your hips twisted in every direction. Stilling his fingers inside you, he let your body ride out your high on it's own terms.

He used his other hand to pull you close, rubbing those same comforting circles on your lower back, all the while whispering in your ear, "there you go. Such a good girl cumming on my fingers. You're going to be able to take my cock so well aren't you? Yeahhh, good girl."

Your hips began to stutter as the pleasure got to be too much. Reaching down between your bodies, you grabbed a hold of his wrist and he understood what that meant, sliding his fingers out from between your walls.

When you let go of his wrist, he brought his hand up to your lips, "have you tasted yourself before, sweetheart?" Shaking your head no, your eyes flickered down to his glistening fingers, anticipation welling in your chest.

"Open," he instructed, and your body instinctually followed his lead, parting your lips. Repeating your motions from earlier in the evening, you closed your lips and swirled your tongue around his thick fingers, revelling in the taste of your own climax. As your eyes flickered shut, you heard him whisper, "I told you.. Heavenly."

The second he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, your lips were on his, feverish in your movements. You almost couldn't take it anymore, he'd done such a spectacular job of warming you up that you were no longer nervous or hesitant. You had all the confidence in the world that you could handle his length, and you were ready to put that theory to the test.

Groaning against his lips as you wrapped your leg tighter around his hip once more, feeling his length against your wet folds, you confessed, "I'm ready Aaron, please, I want you inside me."

His hand was already on the side of your face, as he pulled back to look into your eyes, "okay, whatever you want sweet girl."

Unable to contain the thrill that rose in your chest, you giggled lightly to yourself as you placed another kiss on his lips. Rolling over, you reached for the top drawer of your side table and pulled out a condom. As you turned back to face him, you found him propped up on his side, staring at you longingly. "What?" you asked, "I wanted to be prepared, just in case you know?"

Nodding through a soft smile, he reached out his hand and placed it on the back of your neck, pulling you into a loving kiss. You both smiled against each other's lips, before he rested his forehead against yours. "You're still sure this is what you want?" It felt like a million butterflies coming to life inside your stomach all at once; even after everything you two had just done, after you had just told him you wanted him inside you, he was still checking in on you, making sure you hadn't changed your mind. "I don't want you to have any regrets about this. My feelings for you aside, I want you to do what's best for you."

All you could do at first was stare at him, completely in awe of the gentleman in front of you. Nodding your head, you placed your lips against his gently, "Yes Aaron. I've wanted this, with you, for quite some time now. The fact that this is happening, with you, is more than I ever could have hoped for. I am completely sure."

His response was a gentle, "okay," whispered against your lips.

With that, his lips were firmly on yours once more, rolling you onto your back, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist. Placing one more peck on your lips, he leaned back, resting on his heels, before running his hands up the sides of your body. "Let's get this out of the way, shall we?" he teased, tugging at the strap of your bra. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you allowed him to reach behind your back and undo the clasp, pulling it down your arms and tossing it behind him. "You are SO beautiful."

As your felt your cheeks flush for about the hundredth time tonight, you placed your hand against his cheek, "you're not so bad yourself, handsome." He smiled at your words, before grasping your wrist in his hand and placing a kiss against your palm.

Reaching beside you, he picked up the foil package that was lying on the bed and tore open the corner. As he did that, you tugged at the waistband of his boxers encouragingly. He assisted you, pulling them down his thighs before adjusting on his knees and pulling them over his feet.

His erection was now in plain view, and you felt your stomach twisting in anticipation. He was large, and you were convinced that if this were happening with anyone other than him, you might be nervous. But you trusted him completely.

He rolled the condom down his length before leaning over top of you, propping himself up on his elbows. Brushing your hair out of your face, he smiled at you. "Hi."

"Hi," you whispered back. Both of you laughed softly before sharing another tender kiss.

With his fingers still combing through your hair, he spoke gently, but firm enough that his message was clear, "if you want to stop, at any point, you just say so. I don't want you to worry about me, alright? This is all about you." There was that man you so passionately admired shining through again. You couldn't even begin to describe how incredible it felt to be one of the few people in the world he let see this side of him.

You nodded, "promise."

And with that, he reached down between your bodies and wrapped his hand around his length. Running his tip through your folds, coating his length in your wetness, he lined himself up before asking once more, "ready?"

A breathless, "yes," escaped your lips, as he gently pushed forward.

Your body welcomed his tip with ease, but he kept things slow, all while his hands were still running through your hair. He proceeded with small, gentle thrusts, in and out, pushing in a little bit farther each time. A few whimpers escaped your lips, but you assured him it was all in pleasure. A mix of everything, the deep attraction you felt for each other, the amount of foreplay he'd showered you with, and the slow but steady pace he was taking, allowed your body to accept his full length in no time at all, and with relatively no pain.

As he bottomed out, he rested his body weight on yours, giving you time to adjust to the feeling. "How's that?"

Kissing him tenderly, you responded honestly, "SO good. No pain, just a lot of pressure."

Laughing lightly at your answer, he replied sincerely, "good, that's good. You're doing so well, sweet girl."

Kissing him once more, you began to move your hips against his, and he allowed you to take control, testing the waters. Dropping his head beside yours, he moaned in your ear, "you're so tight sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good." His words only encouraged you more, as the tightness in your abdomen slowly dissipated.

Once you'd begun moving your hips faster, he started to take over, sensing that you were getting more comfortable with the feeling. That first long drag of his length out of your body, then back between your throbbing walls, completely knocked the breath out of you. As you exhaled hard against his neck, you couldn't stop the whimper that came along with it.

Afraid he'd pushed you too far, too soon, he stilled his hips. Staring you in the eyes, concern on his face, he asked, "are you okay?”

Almost unable to speak, simply because it had felt so. damn. good. and you wanted to feel it again, you mumbled something along the lines of, "I'm.. I'm fine.. don't stop.. OH please don't stop." As he registered that you were more than eager to feel that again, he did as you instructed, and he did not stop. One slow, long pull at a time, he slid out of you, only to enter you again a moment later.

As your moans filled the air, he began placing sloppy kisses to the side of your neck, smiling against your warm flesh. He'd tried to imagine what you might sound like many times before, but nothing would ever be able to compare to the real thing.

"So good. Fuck, so fucking amazing Aaron. More, please."

Your begging was driving him absolutely wild, and he decided to return the favour. "Good girl.. Fuck you're taking my cock so well, so warm, so tight. So much better than I ever could have imagined." That did the trick, as he felt your walls begin to tighten around his length. "Yeah, there you go. Good girl. Come for me again sweetheart. I know you can. I'm right behind you."

With his words, the pressure that had been building and building finally burst, sending shockwaves of pleasure unlike anything you'd ever felt before across your entire body. "Fuuuuuuck, oh FUCK." Pulling him as tight as you could, he continued his movements for a short while longer, drawing out your orgasm as long as he could, before your body couldn't handle it anymore. Stilling his hips, he sucked in air through his teeth at the feeling of your walls tightening around his length over and over again, spilling himself inside the condom.

As both of you tried to catch your breath, he propped himself up on his elbows again, and began running his fingers through your hair once more.

Opening your eyes slowly, you were met with a huge grin from him, "I love the faces you make when you're like this."

Smiling right along with him, you laughed breathlessly, "you should..you're the only person who's ever seen them." Your words made him laugh, too, as he placed a smiley kiss against your forehead.

Gazing into your eyes again, he spoke softly, "how are you feeling?"

Smiling back up at him, still in awe of how gentle and loving he had been with you, you gladly admitted, "incredible. Actually, better than incredible. I'd almost say..heavenly," adding a playful wink to punctuate your statement.

He laughed again, shaking his head lightly as he leaned in, his lips consuming yours once more.

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11 + 22 with steddie? please emily god of smut that rips my heart to shreds and carefully puts it back together again <3

hehehe hi lou!! thank u for ur request<3 hope u enjoy these silly lil men

11. Louder. Let me hear you.

22. Show me how much you need me.

cw: phone sex. word count: 1096. pairing: steve and eddie.

“Hello?” Steve answers the phone groggily.

“Fuck, did I wake you?” Eddie winces.

Steve hums, rubbing his eyes and sitting up more in bed. “S’okay, baby. Went to bed early tonight.”

“Now I feel like even more of an asshole,” Eddie laughs pitifully.

“Don’t. Wanna talk to you,” Steve answers.

“You sure?”

“Mhm. What’s on your mind?”

Eddie exhales. “Uh, quite a lot.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t think you’re awake enough for this conversation.”

Steve’s eyes truly open at those words. “W-what? What’s going on?”

Eddie chokes and scrambles over his next sentence. “God, no, nothing bad, darling, I’m sorry, I just‒it’s funny really, it’s so unimportant and now you’re even more awake because I scared you when I’m literally just calling because I’m so hard I can barely think straight.”

Steve’s gut tightens at his words. They’ve never done this before. Eddie is on tour with his band, a small contract to a few neighboring states. If it goes well, they could add on more dates. Steve’s really proud of him and wished he could go but there’s no way he could ask for that much time off of work.

Steve did miss him though. Badly.

“Oh?” Steve teases, clearing his throat. “Can’t even think straight?”

Eddie makes a desperate noise that shoots down Steve’s spine. “No. I’m going crazy over here.”

“Needed my voice to get off?”

“Please.”

“Okay,” Steve adjusts himself on the bed, spreading his legs because now Eddie’s got him interested as well. “Were you thinking about me?”

Eddie sighs, petulant. “Yes, of course, I was.”

“Didn’t want to assume,” Steve retorts.

“Darling.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Thinking about anything in particular? Any memories stashed away?”

He can hear Eddie swallow.

“I kept thinking about…this is embarrassing, Jesus Christ, um. The summer you lifeguarded at the pool? You…saved Gareth from drowning one day. Do you even remember that?”

Steve racks his brain. His eyebrows shoot up and he lets out a small laugh. “You got hard over me and Gareth?”

Eddie groans. “No, not that. Never, ever repeat this to him. I was thinking about the red trunks you were wearing. How the sun made your muscles all…shiny as you carried him out. Please feel free to stop me at any time.”

“I didn’t realize I had fans,” Steve teases.

“Please, you had everyone’s tongues hanging out of their mouth that summer.”

“Did you wish it was you?” Steve asks.

“What?”

Steve's voice is husky as he says, “Did you wish it was you being saved? How I would’ve dived into the water, pulled you to my chest, and scooped you right up? Lay you out on the emergency board and hover over you? Put my hands on your chest and blow into your mouth?”

He hears Eddie’s breath hitch and a zipper being undone.

“Touching yourself?” Steve asks.

Eddie huffs. “Y-yeah. Fuck, yeah. Wish it was me.”

“Would you have kissed me back then?”

“I sure would have tried,” Eddie laughs weakly.

Steve smiles and slips his hand into his boxers. He’s slow with getting himself off, wanting to make this last until Eddie was done. He didn’t realize how hot it would be to hear his boyfriend panting over the phone, crackly but just as desperate.

“Those shorts were tight, huh?” Steve ponders.

Eddie whines. “You have no idea how good you looked in them. I have never been to the pool more times in my life than that god-forsaken summer.”

“Wish I’d known you back then,” Steve sighs dreamily. “I could have taken you to the infirmary room and locked the door.”

“S-Steve,” Eddie pants.

“Stroked your hair until you felt better. Checked your body for injuries. Maybe ask you to lower your trunks. You would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

Eddie moans quietly and huffs out a “Yes.”

“You would’ve been hard for me already from my hands all over you. I’d look up at you from the floor and lean my head forward. Taken your tip into my mouth, run my tongue all around‒” Steve cuts himself off with a moan as his hand squeezes his cock.

“Would you have told me to be quiet?” Eddie whimpers.

“Oh, absolutely. Can’t have us getting interrupted now, can we? For right now though…louder. Let me hear you.”

Eddie groans loud and deeply. Steve’s hips buck up into his fist at the sound.

“You’d just be squirming under me, yeah? Clutching the bed and biting your cute pink lips until they bled. I’d taken you deeper and deeper, making sure you feel cared for. Serving mankind or whatever the lifeguard’s oath says.”

Eddie laughs at Steve’s stupid joke but it slowly turns into a moan. “Miss your mouth.”

“I’m sure you do,” Steve grunts. “I miss your cock, baby.”

Eddie lets out a strangled noise that vibrates Steve’s skin. He can almost hear the slick sounds of Eddie’s hand stroking his cock. How he wishes he could watch it happen.

“Getting close?”

“Mhm. Keep talking.”

“Being the first cock I’ve ever sucked, I definitely would’ve taken you too deep. Choked on you. Gagged around you. You’d be so scared for me but I would just keep going. Sucking you down, down, down.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eddie moans.

“Put your hands in my hair, make you grab onto me, guide me to whatever pace you needed.”

“Steve,” Eddie pleas.

“You need me bad, huh?” Steve smirks.

“So bad. Always need you.”

“Show me how much you need me. Come for me.”

Eddie does, speeding up his motions until he releases, groaning Steve’s name all the while. Steve bucks his head back into the pillows and comes with a long moan himself. There are no words over the line for a long while. Just the boyfriends' labored breathing as they came down from their highs.

“Feel free to wake me up for that any time,” Steve jokes breathlessly.

Eddie chuckles with a long sigh. “That was so hot. Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?”

“We can certainly start,” Steve grins. “Especially if you got some treasure chest of Steve memories you want to cycle through.”

“I’m not gonna live this one down, am I?”

“Wonder if I have those trunks somewhere.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You love me.”

“Crime of passion.”

“Me in my little shorts. Saving lives with the sun‒what did you say‒shining off my muscles.” Steve can practically hear the eye roll from the other side.

“I miss you,” Eddie whispers after a few moments.

“I miss you so much,” Steve whispers back. “Only a couple more weeks.”

“Stay on the phone with me while I sleep?”

Steve’s heart aches. “Of course, baby.”

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sequinsmile-x · 10 months

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I'll Work for Your Love

Emily and Aaron take some time to reconnect and spend some time just two of them when life gets a little busy.

-x-

Hi friends!

This is a birthday present for my dear friend @jetaime-jespere! I love you so much, and meeting you through this fandom will always be one of the best things thats ever happened to me. You're one of my best friends and you deserve the world.

I know this next year will be your best one yet <;3

-x-

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily groans as she sits down on the couch, her exhaustion feeling almost bone deep. Aaron chuckles from his place next to her, and he hands her the glass of wine he’d had waiting for her.

“Did Mason go down ok?”

She nods as she takes a sip of her wine, moaning at the taste of it against her tongue, a treat that she desperately needed after a long week at work.

“Yes,” she says, smiling as she thinks of their three-year-old son and how he’d insisted that she was the one who put him to bed just like he did most nights, “Although, he did scam two stories out of me.”

Aaron smiles and puts his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer, “He’s got you wrapped around his little finger.”

She scoffs and looks at him with her eyebrow raised, “Says the guy who let our eight-year-old paint his nails last week.”

He makes a show of being mock offended, well aware from his wife’s demeanour and the way she was holding herself, the tension clear in her shoulders, that she needed cheering up.

“I’ll have you know that Isabella said that ‘Cotton Candy Pink’ is my colour,” he replies, watching her intently as she smiles, her heart clearly not in it, before she takes another sip of wine, “Are you ok, sweetheart?”

She blows out a steady breath, cursing him for knowing her so well, for picking up on the mood she’d clearly not covered as well as she’d hoped.

“I’m fine,” she says, smiling tightly at him, “Just tired I think, it’s been a long week.”

It had been a long few months if she was honest. Work had been busy and she felt like she had no energy to do anything beyond her job and doing her best to be a good mom. After she had Mason, she left the BAU. It ended up being good timing more than anything, the Unit Cheif position for the Counterterrorism team became available as she was due back from her maternity leave and her experience with Interpol made her the prime candidate. It was largely office based in comparison to the BAU and it gave her more flexibility, more time with her children, and ultimately led to where she was now - a Section Chief in the FBI. At first, she’d worried that being promoted over Aaron, that becoming his boss, would make things tense, but he’d been nothing but supportive. A proud husband who never once indicated that he didn’t like working for his wife.

It worked for them. But between their jobs and raising Jack, Isabella and Mason she felt like she barely got any time with her husband. She missed him, and whilst she loved their life, their family, a part of her missed those early days when they still worked on the same team and they spent all their time together. When their relationship was still a secret and they’d sneak into each other's hotel rooms when they were away on cases, nights spent just the two of them as they’d discuss everything from the case to Jack to anything that one of them had on their mind.

She missed her husband, even though he was right next to her.

“Sweetheart-” he starts, knowing that this was one of those times when he had to push her, when she’d simply curl back in on herself without his intervention. A defence mechanism she’d never quite been able to fully let go of no matter how long they’d been together.

“I just…miss you, I guess,” she says, cutting him off because she knows he won’t stop. She shakes her head at herself, the admission sounding as ridiculous as it feels. She looks up at him when he places his hand on her thigh, his palm warm even though the material of her pants, and he frowns in confusion at her.

“I’m right here, Em.”

She sighs and places the glass of wine down on the side table next to her before she puts her hand over his on her leg, their fingers automatically linking together.

“I know,” she says, her smile shaking a little, “I know that but, when was the last time we had any time just the two of us?” She asks, the question followed by a laugh, “Or went on vacation to somewhere that wasn’t DisneyWorld?” She shrugs nonchalantly, her eyes drifting down to their joint hands “I don’t know. Jack starts high school next year and that will come with a whole new load of activities and soccer games, and we’ll have even less time,” she looks back up at him, “I love our family and our life so much, Aaron. More than I can put into words, but...I miss when we had time just for us.”

Her words hang in the air between them, and she watches as he tries to work out what he can do to make her feel better. He always wanted to fix everything, and it was one of the many reasons she loved him. Whether it was something like this, or Isabella’s bike or Jack’s gaming console, he’d do what he could to mend what was broken. She often liked to say that he’d started with her. He’d helped her put herself back together in the fallout of Paris and Ian Doyle, and he hadn’t stopped since.

“Why don’t we go somewhere, just you and me?” He asks eventually, his hand wrapped tight around hers, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the heel of her hand.

She smiles at the thought of it, “That would be lovely, honey, but we have the kids and work-”

“You know Jess wouldn’t mind watching the kids for the weekend. And as for work, my boss really likes me so I know she’ll approve my leave request,” he says, his eyes sparkling as she shakes her head lovingly at him, “Actually, it’s a little inappropriate sometimes. I’ve caught her staring at my ass more than once.”

She rolls her eyes at him but she can’t fight her laugh, loud and full of love, “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot,” he says, reaching for her hand and linking their fingers together. “We should do it, sweetheart. We deserve it.”

She thinks about it, and dozens of reasons why it wouldn’t be practical flood her mind. The kids had soccer games and piano lessons. Mason struggled to settle if she wasn’t around, his separation anxiety worse than it had ever been. Work was busier than ever and it wasn’t slowing down any time soon. Despite all of that, despite everything she’d have to organise, she finds that for once she doesn’t care.

She wants this. She wants to spend time just with him. To be Emily and Aaron for a few days instead of Hotch and Prentiss or Mom and Dad.

“Ok,” she says, nodding, her smile widening to match his, “Let's do it.”

___

She almost changes her mind one month later as they leave for their long weekend away, when Mason has to be taken from her arms by Jessica, the little boy’s grip tight on his mother’s blouse when it became clear he wasn’t going where his parents were. The all too familiar mom guilt burning inside her chest as she can still hear him crying through the solid wood of Jessica’s front door. When she turns to look at Aaron, any thought about getting the kids and going home goes away.

He’s standing a few feet from her, as casually dressed as he ever was in jeans and a black polo shirt that never failed to make her stomach flip, and she’s reminded of why they were doing this in the first place.

“We should go if we want to avoid traffic,” he says, reaching for her hand and squeezing it, his soft smile letting her know he knows what she’d been thinking.

“Yeah, let's go,” she replies, letting him lead her back to the car, “If you’re driving, I’m on DJ duties.”

Aaron chuckles and pulls her in for a kiss before they separate to get into the car, “As long as you play at least some of the music I like I’m sure I can accept that.”

After bickering over The Beatles and Siouxsie and the Banshees, they settle on Bruce Springsteen, both of them singing along as they hold hands over the car’s centre console. ___

Years ago, when they were booking their honeymoon, they decided that she would always be the one to book hotels. It made sense for a lot of reasons, not limited just to the fact she’d travelled more than he had, but it was mostly so she could book somewhere without Aaron asking how much it cost. There were few things that Emily would actually label herself a snob over, but hotels were one of them. During her time at the BAU, they’d stayed in some questionable places, so during her time off she always wanted to ensure they were somewhere nice. And she had the money, they had the money since Aaron had full access to all of it, even if he rarely used it. She wanted to spoil him, to make sure they could fully relax, and this weekend was no different.

They’d settled on Virginia Beach for their weekend away. It was close enough to home that they could go if they needed to for an emergency, but far enough away that it actually felt like a break from everything. The hotel was beautiful, and the suite Emily had booked was amazing. It had a huge private balcony and a sea view, and they’d slept with the door to the balcony slightly open so they could fall asleep to the sea breeze.

The weekend goes far too quickly for Emily’s liking. The time melting away as she spends desperately needed alone time with her husband. Good food, great conversation and incredible sex easing the tightness in her chest that she hadn’t realised had been building for weeks. She can see a difference in him too, a lightness that she hadn’t expected, and she wants to talk to him about doing this more often, about making sure that they prioritise them when they can.

On their last night before they head home, they go to a nice restaurant down the street from their hotel. Emily decides not to have any sides, claiming she’s just content with the meal she’s ordered, and Aaron orders extra because he knows from experience that she’ll always help herself to his. A smile on her face as she claimed that fries tasted better from his plate.

They walk slowly back to their hotel hand in hand. She has her other hand wrapped around his arm, wanting him as close as possible for as long as she could, well aware that by this time tomorrow, they’d be back home. Whilst he’d still be there next to her they’d have everything from their beautiful ordinary life to take into consideration too, their time alone limited to when the kids had gone to bed and stolen moments around everything they had to do.

“We should do this more often,” he says out of nowhere, breaking the silence they’d fallen into. It makes her stop, and she turns to look at him, smiling as he puts his arm around her and pulls her close.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” she replies, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, “It would be nice.”

“I mean it, Em,” he says, not missing the wistful look on her face, how she was acting like it was nothing short of a pipe dream. He tucks some of her hair behind her ear, smiling as he sees a flash of grey hair at her temple, a sure sign that she’d dye it again soon even though he’d told her a long time ago he didn’t care if she let it grow out. He knew she was considering it, that she spoke of going to the salon every six weeks with nothing short of disdain, but that she’d have to come to the decision herself, “We should.”

She chuckles, “Aaron, we both know it’s not that simple.”

“It could be if we wanted it to be, sweetheart,” he says, his hand on her lower back, “It could be exactly that simple. I’m retiring next year and that will open up more time. If we wanted to we could.”

She bites her lower lip, trying and failing to contain her smile, and she nods. She knows once they are home and the vacation high wears off, practically will mean that it won’t be that easy. But right now, standing in the fading sunlight with the man she loves, she lets practicality fall away.

“Ok,” she replies, kissing him before she pulls away and reaches for his hand, re-starting their journey to the hotel, “We’ll do this more often.”

When they get back to their hotel room she watches him as he double-checks the lock on the door, a side effect of when he’d walked into his apartment a lifetime ago to find Foyet waiting for him. They exchange a small smile when he turns to look at her, and she places her purse on the table near the door. Aaron walks over and kisses her, crowding her against the wall as he presses his hands into her lower back, pulling her impossibly closer as she kisses him with just as much ferocity, her fingers tight in his short hair.

He pulls back, ending the kiss as quickly as he’d started it, and he grabs her hand, linking their fingers together as he walks her towards the bedroom of their suite. Somewhere in the short walk the tempo changes, his gaze soft and loving as he turns to look at her, although there is no less fire in his eyes.

They undress each other, clothes slipping to the ground and left in piles on the carpet. She lays back on the bed, watching him intently as he crawls up over her, his gaze as intense as she’d ever known it.

She shivers as he runs his hand down her side, his fingers catching on her scars and faded stretch marks that she’d escaped when she had Isabella but had not been able to when she had Mason. Her skin was looser than it used to be, her hips wider from two pregnancies, and at first it had made her more insecure, but these days, so many years later, she never even thought about it.

Aaron was different too. He was softer, a little thicker than he once was, and she loves it. Loves that it makes his hugs even more all-encompassing, that he makes her and their children feel safe with nothing other than his embrace and soft reassurances.

She lies there as he maps out her familiar hills and valleys, her breath catching in her throat when he presses his lips to the brand mark on her chest before he leaves a trail of kisses down her chest to the blooming scar under her ribs. It was different now than when they’d first got together, the scar itself faded, silver and pale against her skin, but it had warped when she had Isabella and then Mason, the scar tissue stretched out in a way it had never quite recovered from. There were still moments, even now, when she wishes she’d given into her baser desires long before they got together. That he’d known her body before what it had endured at Ian’s hands, but she also knows if she’d slept with him then, if she’d fucked him in his office as she had so often imagined, it would likely have never turned into anything more than sex. And she wouldn’t have the life she now had, something that seemed impossible to even think about.

Aaron groans as he presses a kiss just above her pubic bone, the sound muffled by her skin as his fingers drift between her thighs, moving through her slickness as she moans again.

“Always so ready for me, sweetheart,” he says, shifting so he’s laying between her legs, his hands on her inner thighs as he pushes them apart. He presses his lips to a bruise he’d left on her skin on their first night here, and he smiles when she jumps, her thighs tensing around his head in anticipation, and he does it again, “So needy.”

“I swear to God, Aaron if you ever want me to-”

Her threat is cut off as he licks through her, the words dying in her throat as she whines instead, her hands in tight fists in the soft sheets they were laying on so she can hold onto something. She looks down at him, and her arousal only deepens when their eyes meet, his gaze intense as he watches what he’s doing to her without stopping. It was like he had an instruction book for her body and it always had been. The first time they’d done this explosive in a way she’d always known it would be. She thought she would miss those days, when they were desperate for each other, fucking at every and any opportunity, but she doesn’t. She much prefers this, the gentle intimacy of it, of being with the person she had been with for a decade now, with the man she loves.

He builds her up slowly, using his tongue and fingers to bring her to the edge, every touch purposeful.

“Fuck,” she says, the word catching in her chest, her breath stuttering around it, “I’m going to-”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, his voice thick with his own arousal, the way he was always blown away by the fact he could do this to her. She does as she’s told and she lets go, her elbows giving out from under here where she’d been leaning on them, her head falling back to the pillow beneath her.

“Holy shit,” she breathes out as her vision clears, every nerve ending tingling as Aaron climbs back up her, stamping kisses on her skin as he goes, making her laugh as he nips at her rib cage. She catches his head in her hands and pulls him upwards, “Come here.”

He smiles as she kisses him, groaning as she tastes herself on his tongue, her legs falling even wider apart around him, letting him settle in the cradle of her hips. He pulls back and places one of his hands next to her head, picking up one of hers on the way and linking their fingers together, as the other grasps one of her thighs, hiking her leg over his hip. He notches over her, sliding back and forth for a moment in a way that makes them both shiver, her breath catching in her throat as he moves over her clit. She pulls him in for a kiss as he pushes forward, moaning into it at the familiar stretch of him as he enters her slowly, making her feel every inch of him.

It’s gentle. Slow and loving as they kiss, their hands exploring well-known skin as Aaron sets the rhythm they’d long since established. He hikes her leg up high around his hip, and it makes her gasp, breaking the kiss as she clenches around him, his groan lost against her collarbone as he presses his face into her skin. He never could get used to it, the way she felt around him was still as incredible as it had always been. There were moments even now when he couldn’t believe that she was his, that she was the mother of his children. That out of everyone she could have fallen in love with, she’d fallen for him.

He feels himself starting to lose control, so he builds her up again, the hand that had been in hers shifting to be in between them, his thumb gentle against her clit as he gives her the push he knows she needs to go over the edge. He follows quickly after, his hips stuttering against hers as he comes, his moan of her name lost as he bites down on her chest, well aware he was leaving a mark she’d wear for days to come.

He tries to roll off of her but she stops him, her arms tight around his shoulders and one of her legs over his hip. She pulls him in for a kiss, their noses pressing into each other's cheeks as they enjoy each other.

He moves first, always wary that he could crush her, and he helps her up, smirking proudly as her legs wobble as she stands. She rolls her eyes at him but lets him guide her towards the bathroom anyway, well aware that she was still shaky. They shower together, gently cleaning each other before they climb out and dry off. She stops him from pulling on his pjyamas, and he raises an eyebrow at her, his amusement clear.

“We literally just showered.”

She scoffs at him and walks past him to the bed to climb into her side, “I know that you asshole,” she says, her tone letting him know she was joking, “But we never get to sleep naked anymore. I want to take the chance when we have it.”

He smiles and nods, walking over to the bed to join her. Mason snuck into their room most nights, just as Isabella had done when she was his age but still did occasionally, and it meant they always had to pull clothes back on after sex. The simple pleasure of being pressed up against each other like that was something they had gladly lost, both of them well aware that they’d miss their children seeking them out like they did when they got older.

Aaron climbs into bed with her and wraps his arm tightly around her, his bare chest against her back. They both sigh, contently and she reaches for his hand, linking their fingers together before she lifts their joint hands to her lips to kiss his knuckles.

“Maybe next time we should go to Atlantic City,” she says idly, the thought of having this time alone with him more often more appealing than ever.

“Yeah?” He asks, pressing a kiss to her damp hair, the smell of her shampoo as strong as it ever was.

“Yeah,” she replies, tilting her head back to capture his lips in a kiss, “I could show you what I used to get up to on my sin to win weekends.”

He furrows his brow and pulls back from her, his confusion making her laugh, “Your what?”

-x-

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meet-me-in-the-pouringrain · 1 year

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@lonelychicagos posted a prompt talking about an anonymous website that eventually led to the Hotchniss reunion and I took it and RAN. Here is what I hope to be part 1 of a multichapter fic. I also despise tumblr formatting nd i’m on mobile so apologies.

Here is the original prompt!

The Phoenix and the Rocket

She doesn’t know why she does it. She chalks it up to Penelope’s unwavering, relentless, quite frankly annoying efforts to get her to make friends. Or maybe it was Dave’s prodding comments about her home life. Probably Tara and JJ’s mischievous scheming during BAU drinks or Luke’s teasing. Could have been becuse of Reid’s statistics and prattling about her age and how ‘lonely people are more likely to experience depression’. Bastard. She gave him more paperwork than anyone else. Perhaps it was the jealousy that flairs in her chest whenever she watches Matt interact with his kids or when her phone pings when Derek sends a picture into their group chat of Hank standing for the first time.

Although, if asked, she’ll say it’s the wine.

Her therapist was the one who brought up the forum in the first place. “It’s a great way to meet with people, Emily” The woman told her softly towards the end of their first session. “People who have unimaginable trauma, like yourself.”

So that was how Emily Prentiss found herself on a Saturday night making an account to sign into the website ‘TraumaBuddies’. The name alone left a vile taste in her mouth, which she squished down with another gulp of red wine. It was a website where strangers can willingly dump on a public forum, opening themselves up to a conversation. Therapists have called it revolutionary ; No one helps the traumatised like the traumatised

She spends hours combing through different stories of the horrible trauma people have endured. One or twice, she comes across familiar stories that she’s almost certain we’re victims of cases her team (both past and present solved.) Her heart tugs when the username ‘KatieJacobs235’ pops up. Emily reaches out to her personally, messaging the girl who would be no doubt in her 20’s by now, more nausea swirled in her stomach at the passage of time, and types a message she hopes would be comforting.

It was the next post that made her stop scrolling entirely. The horrors the user ‘RockyRacoon’ (The Beatles song made her snort) went through was unbelievable. If Emily hadn’t seen or even been through the shit she had , she would call bs and move on.

A serial killer who got his wife, his son been the target of another, a bomb and losing another woman he loved when she died alongside countless of other trauma dumps in one go. That was incredible and inspiring to live through.

She blames the wine for the fact she didn’t draw up the similarities sooner as she types a message out.

PhoenixPren : You are inspiring. Take it from someone who’s seen a lot and been through a lot. Everything you have been through has made you stronger, and I - for one- am proud of the fact you’re still around. May I ask some questions?

And she hits send.

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Getting a ping on his laptop at 1am on a Saturday night from that goddam website his 16 year old son signed him up on was the last thing Aaron Hotchner expected. He wasn’t even the one who wrote it, Jack did it for him, and as such never actually expected anything to come of it.

“Dad, It’ll be good” Jack had said. “You can talk about everything anonymously. It might be helpful to write it all down.”

He hadn’t though, content in leaving the one post up there. Jack had said everything he would have said, anyway.

It had been hard for both of them. Being the target of serial killer would damage people well enough but the target of a second one was downright ludicrous.

When they emerged from Witsec, their old names mixing with their new - Frank and Max - and their old life threatening their new one, Jack had fell back into routine immediately. His first contact was his aunt, then his old friends. It was good, Aaron thought, that he was able to settle in. The nightmares still persisted and there were demons around every corner but Jack took his mothers genes and held his head high, going along with the flow.

Aaron couldn’t. He couldn’t return back to that life - to them, the bau, to the woman who packed up her life from another continent solely to save his ass and because he had asked her to, to Aaron. He briefly entertained the idea of picking up the phone, wondering deeply if she experienced the same identity crisis he put himself through, after he forced her into a similar situation.

He didn’t though, and he stayed hidden like a coward.

No one had opened up dialogue on the website, the ex-agent chalked it up to intimidation, until now, 3 months after it was posted. More intrigued and bored than anything, Jack was out for the night with friends, Hotch clicked the notification. His ever present frown deepened at the username, his brain fruitlessly searched for what had sparked recognition.

When nothing ultimately came up, Aaron sighed. He read over the thoughtful message multiple times, debating on a response. Jack’s words echoed in his brain. It’ll be good.

What has he got to lose?

PhoenixPren : May I ask some Questions?

RockyRacoon : Thank you for your kind words. What would you like to know?

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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saintlike78 · 2 years

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CONGRATULATIONS ON 5.2K BABY !!! for your celebration can i get 🌊 angel tears with aaron hotchner - maybe with a reader that works at the bau too 🥹🥹

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“I think we’re going about this all wrong,” you murmur, loud enough for the team to hear you, but obviously spoken more to yourself as realization struck you.

“What’re you thinking?” Emily moves to sit beside you, staring down at the multiple crime scene and evidence photos you have scattered in front of yourself, trying to see what you see.

The whole team is looking at you now and you’re sure Rossi would swear that he saw an actual light bulb light up as the answer finally came to you and lit up your entire face.

“We have been looking at this wrong!” You’re pointing at one of the victim's crime scene photos, “this whole time we’ve been looking at the unsub as a possibly weaker male, his signature too feminine to be an alpha male, but too strong and reckless to be a woman. But what if we’re not just looking for one unsub, but two - a woman and a man, with the woman being the dominant unsub.”

They’re all thinking it over and while they do you let your eyes drift over to your tall grumpy-looking boss - who also happened to be your boyfriend, but that was just an added bonus. Aaron was already staring back at you with an impressed look on his face, nodding as he himself thought over your conclusion, the cogs ticking into place in his brilliant mind.

“That would explain why so many victims trusted our unsub, if it was the woman tricking them into helping her,” Reid pointed out and the rest of the team nodded along with the doctor.

As the least experienced member on the team, you had been searching for a way to prove to them that you could be a valuable asset and not just the agent who has only managed to keep their job because they’re screwing the boss - again, it was just an added bonus. You loved this job and your love for Aaron was something that came later.

You kept nodding your head, looking from the crime scene photos up to Aaron who - despite the situation - couldn’t stop himself from letting a grin take over his features as he looked at you.

“Good job, agent,” he nodded, smile never leaving his face.

He was trying to seem professional; it was something you had agreed on early in your relationship - you would be transparent with the team, but he had to treat you like any other member of the team when you were working because none of you wanted it to look like favouritism.

“Thanks, Hotch,” you smiled, a bashful expression on your face.

Aaron hummed in thought, “alright, y/l/n and Reid you go to the coroner's office and look at the latest victim with the new theory. Morgan you cal Garcia and let her know to look for a male and a female; and the rest of us will look at the case again.”

You nodded, looking at Reid as you grabbed your phone and badge. Walking around the table you had to pass Aaron before leaving, and before you could be laid a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I’m proud of you, honey,” he whispered, hoping the rest of the team were too busy gathering their things and thoughts to hear him.

The warmth from a blush crept up your neck, “thank you, baby.”

The smile never left his face as he gave your shoulder one last squeeze before letting you leave with Reid. The smile stayed on his face right up until Rossi snickered lightly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy after someone cracks a case.”

Aaron cleared his throat and his neutral frown tugged at his lips again, “it was a good solve.”

Rossi just hummed, laughing silently at how much Aaron cared for you and how bad he was at hiding it - not that he ever really tried.

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crazybagelbitch · 9 months

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SORRY I FORGOT TO GIVE A PROMPT!! I’m clinically stupid. But for Hotch and Garcia as father/daughter platonic duo; “You came?” “You called” is my favourite prompt ever. Maybe Hotch rescues Garcia from an awful date or from Strauss’ wrath over something garcia definitely did but does not deserve punishment for

Penelope knows this is stupid. She knows that she could probably handle this herself and not have to interrupt her sleeping boss with this nonsense. Derek would normally be the first person she would call in a situation like this, but while they'll always be close friends with a deep adoration for another, it's different now that he's left the team and he has a new baby. He needs some space, and as much as she hates it, she has to respect it.

She could call JJ or Emily and they would come in a heartbeat. They're two kickass women who she knows would do anything for her, but something about it doesn't feel right. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, there's a certain comfort she needs at the moment and only one person, at least one person who is still alive, can give her that.

Wincing, she pulls up his contact and hits dial.

It's 3 am but she knows they all sleep with their ringers up high, a consequence of the job they work.

"Garcia?" he picks up after a few rings, sounding somehow both sleepy and 100% alert, "What's wrong? Do we have another case?"

There was a time when his second question would only ever be directed at JJ and not her, and it makes her feel sad and happy and proud and nostalgic all at once.

"N-No," she whimpers, "No, I'm sorry it's much less important than that. I shouldn't have e-even called you, I'm sure it'll be fine. Go back to sleep. Goodnight, sir!"

"Garcia."

It's not just her name, it's a command.

"Yes?"

"What's going on?"

"I-I lost him, but I was walking home from a bar and this drunk guy was following me. I ran him off b-but I uh, I was running in heels and now I slipped and my ankle is-- well, it's not broken but it hurts and could you please come and get me?"

She's met with silence for a long moment and is worried she's going to get told no and to handle things herself like a big girl, but then she hears movement and shoes being put on in the background and her heart swells with gratitude.

"Where are you? Drop me a pin. Are you laying on the ground somewhere?"

"Sitting on a bench," she mumbles pitifully, sending him her location, "I really am so sorry, sir."

"Stop apologizing. I'll be there in ten; stay on the line."

On instinct, as a woman alone in the dark of night, she feels scared when she sees a car approaching, before the car gets close enough that she recognizes it.

"You came!" she exclaims in relief when he opens up his car door, rushing over to her.

"You called," he says simply, gently probing her ankle, "Garcia, I know I may be incredibly rough around the edges at times, but you have to know I would never leave you hurt and alone in the middle of the night."

"Where's Jack?" she sniffles, overcome with a mix of several emotions and the physical pain of Hotch touching her sprained ankle.

"He's still with Jessica, and even if he hadn't been, I would have still come to get you. He's still at the age where he'd forgive me for anything, even a 3 am field trip, if I bribed him with McDonalds."

"Thank you."

"I'm glad you called," he says with a nod, "I don't think it's broken, either. You still should get it looked at by a doctor, but that can wait until it's a decent hour of day. Come on, I'll help you up."

"You're my hero, sir."

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angelofrainfrogs · 9 months

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Spend the Night: Ch. 18

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected.

Rating: T

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The ticking clock breaks the spell with every beat Illusion or not you are safe for now so dream So dream your dream

~Dream Your Dream by Tryhardninja~

Slowly, calculated, Charlie looked up from where she’d been hugging herself. This wasn’t a malicious or evil plot to replace them perpetrated by Afton, as Charlie had feared from the start.

No, this was clearly the loving and handmade work of Henry Emily.

Astonished, Charlie jumped from the floor. Letting a cry rip without grace from her voice box, she ran and found herself hitting her solid and strong father with an equally hearty embrace.

“Dad!” she managed to say, finally reunited. Charlie swayed with him in arm, face buried into the soft flannel on his chest as far as it would go. He was surprisingly stable for a ghost. This wasn’t a detail she would dwell on though, simply amazed that she'd found him after this long.

“I m-missed you s-so much…,” Charlie finally let herself sob out, feeling tension leave her system. The hug quietly begged for Henry not to let go again.

Little did she know, he never ceased clinging to her, even after all these years. If it wasn’t for the real spirit of his daughter embracing him now, Henry would be going through the daily tuning of the Charlie-bots behind the glass.

“Charlie…,” Henry murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. This wasn’t a machine hugging him—this was Charlotte, the child he’d been holding onto in his heart since the day she’d been ripped away from the world. “My strong, brave daughter… I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. I love you so, so much.”

“Uncle… Henry?” Michael’s voice was plaintive, still unsure if the man who’d basically stepped in as a surrogate father when his own failed was really here. The older ghost looked at Mike then, his smile crinkling into laugh lines at edges of his eyes, and Michael had no more doubts.

Henry held out an arm, still clinging to Charlie with the other, and Mike ran into his embrace without hesitation. Just as Charlie was no longer “the Puppet”, Michael was no longer “Foxy.” They were simply three souls who’d finally reunited after far too long—a father, his daughter, and his nephew.

And as far as Henry was concerned, he’d never let them go again.

Charlie wasn’t so distracted that she’d forgotten about Michael. Squeezing an arm around his shoulders, they packed in close like peas inside their pods.

It was like every sensation Charlie had missed returned to her dull, stuffing-clad body in that moment. Long-gone was the numbness in fabric skin that evaded touch. The smell of her father’s laundry detergent clung freshly to his shirt, the familiar scent of cigarettes so stale it would only be barely noticeable if it weren’t for the scent being a staple of the 80’s Henry still carried into his later years. Charlie’s face never left the front of his shirt, positive she could feel tears there as she sobbed out in relief.

Was it over?

She felt heavy in both Henry and Michael’s arms, lightweight and anchored like a hot air balloon. The nightmare both her and Mike had endured felt so far away in Henry’s hold, and Charlie managed to choke out a normal sounding:

“I love you, too.”

Though she knew, as most smarts kids often did, that good things never lasted. As she remembered the frightened child and his ursine protector in the Pizzaplex above, her nerves returned.

The men felt her sudden tension and at first they simply held on tighter, assuming Charlie was just as overwhelmed as they were.

“Honey, it’s alright,” Henry soothed in his calm, measured voice, rubbing her spindly back. “You’re safe here for now—”

Michael let out a gasp, pulling away as he came to the same realization as his friend. With eyes wide in fear for those upstairs, he stuttered: “Gregory… a-and Freddy, we… I left them—”

“They should be alright on their own for a little bit—they’re surprisingly resilient, aren’t they? “ Henry responded, and upon Michael’s questioning gaze he added: “Cassidy filled us in. Well, all the details she knew, at least.” He let out a soft chuckle, his lack of dire concern with the whole situation infectious enough to quell Michael’s rising panic.

“I promise I’ll let you get back to them soon; don’t worry.” Henry was still smiling, though the light in his eyes had faded slightly into a sort of regretful desperation. “But, please… Let me be a little greedy with keeping your attention to myself, just for a bit.”

He’d let them go if they must, of course, but the best he could hope for was just a few minutes with some of his lost children.

“Dad…,” Charlie began, holding onto breath she didn’t register had truly been there until she let it go.

She bunched the fabric of Michael’s coat in her hand. Swiftly, she pulled him back into the hug. Her dad was right; they could stand to wait. They’d taken Chica down here with them, and even if she somehow still had power there was no way she’d make it back up top for quite a while. There were recharge stations everywhere in the main Pizzaplex, and Freddy was well aware of the immense battery drain this time around. They would be fine. She had faith.

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you sooner, Dad. I…I wanted to tell you to stop beating yourself up for what happened,” Charlie begged. It hurt her every day in those early years to see Henry enter the diner, looking upon the Puppet with a mournful glare as if asking where the security bot was when Charlie needed them… Only to see him make the same conclusions every time, and just blaming himself instead.

“I can’t believe it… My dad’s so talented, he can make robots from beyond the grave,” Charlie chuckled in a macabre fashion, wiping warm, ectoplasmic tears away again, this time on Michael’s shoulder.

“Ah, well… most of these were made a little before that,” Henry admitted with his own slightly embarrassed laugh, choosing to ignore Charlie’s earlier comment.

It would always be his fault that he wasn’t there to save his daughter—that was the core of being a father after all, to make sure your children are healthy, happy, and safe. In one terrible night, he’d managed to fail at all three. Henry reached up with one hand to rub the back of his neck, gaze shifting past the kids to the bodies in the cabinets.

“I’m sorry you ran across them like this—I’d hoped to find you first so I could ease you into the reveal, but I didn’t expect you to take the back way down here…” He tilted his head questioningly, soft grayish-blue eyes again focused on the pair in front of him. “How did you get here anyway?”

“Uh… the trash compactor,” Michael admitted sheepishly, to which Henry gasped in response. Mike could see his uncle gearing up for a well-intentioned but ironic lesson in safety, so he quickly clarified. “I-It was a last resort! Kind of… I’m not sure how much Cas was able to say about what’s happening upstairs, but the animatronics are going crazy—trying to capture Gregory, the boy we’ve been looking after. We figured the best way to stop them was to decommission them, so we… pushed Chica in the trash compactor.”

The fox clenched his sharp teeth at the memory of her mangled body that he landed on top of. “She pulled Charlie down the garbage chute, so I jumped in after.”

“Reckless as ever, Mike,” Henry said with a large sigh, though he patted the animatronic’s shoulder good-naturedly. “But I’m glad to see you two still looking out for each other.”

Charlie bumped into Michael amiably, her tears well on the way to drying as she listened to him and Henry talk. Now this was the morale boost she needed: a long overdue reunion with her father.

“Are you kidding me?” Charlie chimed in, needing to give Mike credit where it was due for keeping her fragile vessel in working condition through the years. “I'd be double-dead if it weren't for Michael!”

Charlie couldn't help but peek behind her dad, curiously looking on at the hermetically sealed cabinets of his creations.

“Seriously, Dad—how on earth did you get anything to look this human?” she asked in awe, somewhat distracted now as her brain thought of the endless possibilities Henry’s genius may provide from then on. She chalked up their uncanny human likeness to her father’s endless creative ingenuity. The second half of a team that, in the long run, had been responsible for all they saw around them now.

“They’re something else, huh?” Henry asked, slipping an arm around Charlie’s shoulders to gaze at the replicas as well. He wasn’t bragging—he never bragged about his mechanical accomplishments, content to just build in his quiet workshop and share his gifts with the world once they were ready. “It took so long to get these androids to where they are now—honestly, I don’t even remember most of the design process. It was… kind of a blur.”

A blur full of anguish and pain, furiously scrapping design after design, writing and wiring until his fingers went numb. And even then he didn’t stop—when his former friend and business partner went down the path of immortal life, Henry strove to create vessels that would suit their families after their death. What was done was done; the past couldn’t be changed, so all Henry had to work towards was making a place for his daughter to return to if she so desired.

As she’d gotten older, he simply created a new body to match what he thought she’d look like, in a sense giving her the opportunity to “grow up” that she’d never get to do otherwise. Then, he decided to create vessels for the Afton children as well, working from youngest to oldest. Michael was the hardest, for Henry knew how the boy felt about his looks… and it was near-impossible to lovingly craft the face of his child’s killer with the same compassionate hands he used to make the others. But Henry pushed through and managed to finish all the bodies in his roster before setting the faux diner on fire in a last-ditch effort to rid the world of William.

The Emily patriarch regaled this story to Charlie and Michael, though he left out some of the more personal details. They listened with rapt interest, in awe at not only his technical prowess but the dedication to putting his family back together even after all this time.

“So… these were here during my last shift?” Michael asked, gazing upon the peaceful faces of his siblings. Foxy’s claw was clenched at his side, an ethereal frown pinching his brow. “How the hell did you keep these from me? I-I’m not upset, just… shocked.”

“Michael…” Henry placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “I made the franchise you bought an exact replica of the original diner from the 80s. That included the safe room hidden from the blueprints.” He gave a little shrug. “Since no one but the contractors with sworn NDAs knew it existed, it wasn’t hard to add a few extra details—like a way to preserve the robots from, say, a fire.”

The reason for keeping these bots in the diner was multi-tiered. Henry had a plan, but there were a few outstanding factors he hadn’t been able to lock down at first, a huge one being what sort of state his nephew would be in when he found him again. For all Henry knew, Mike could’ve been possessing an animatronic just like all the others. Come to find out the eldest Afton still had his original body, though to describe it as a “walking corpse” would be generous. If things went south and somehow Michael and the others’ souls still lingered on, Henry hoped to offer them a chance at the life they’d lost far too young—even if it was akin to playing dress-up in robotic skin.

Mike glanced side-long at his uncle with his uncovered eye, before his body sagged like some great weight had been lifted. Though Henry might’ve given himself to the same flames that consumed Michael’s failed body, at least he thought to preserve what turned out to be his most amazing life’s work.

As Henry regaled them with the more technical aspects of creating his masterpieces, Charlie walked over to the storage cabinets and gazed upon versions of herself she never thought would experience the light of day. She was happy to see what Henry thought she’d eventually grow into. Her face matured, sharpening ever so slightly at the jaw and cheek. She'd been fitted with long hair, likely in the event she got bored with the style and wanted a trim. It was easy to tell she was a young adult here, around the same ripe early-twenties when Michael’s body stopped growing.

Charlie reached out and pressed a button, opening the sealed door with a soft hiss and ghost of cold air that swirled around Puppet’s long legs. She grasped “her” arm, holding its dead weight up to get a feel for it. After pressing a finger into the skin, Charlie was impressed to even see the indication of veins beneath the surface.

The thought of how long these must’ve taken made her... sad, almost. She was happy that Henry had a hobby after everyone left him, but it seemed like a pastime made to torture himself more than anything else.

With her uncanny ability to move souls around at will, Charlie could easily slip into this form. Just to see what it was like...

As Michael listened to Henry, Charlie decided to sit on the ground as to not damage Puppet—the kindest robot she’d ever known. Trying to take care of the lanky, stuffed animatronic was the least she could do after years of faithful protection.

Then it was easy—like walking through a door and past a curtain. When she next opened her eyes, Charlie was staring down at the crumpled, powered-down Marionette for the first time in forty years. Silently, she flexed her hands in an experimental fashion. The false skin went taut where real muscles would contract, wires and circuitry underneath thrumming to life under Charlie’s direction.

It felt so real. She took a moment of quiet contemplation before obtaining the others’ attention with a wave.

“This is pretty weird! I love it!” Charlie said enthusiastically, feeling somewhat conflicted upon seeing the Puppet in a limp pile on the ground.

Henry’s hands flew to his mouth to stifle a delirious shout. Not only had Charlie approved of his creations, but she’d already folded into one like a glove. The sight of the android moving, awake and alive with its pre-destined soul, was nearly too much for Henry to bear in the best sort of way.

“Oh, Charlie… look at you!” he managed to stutter out. Decades of hard, laborious work had finally culminated to this very moment. Slowly, afraid that this was just another dream-turned nightmare he was about to wake from screaming, Henry walked towards his daughter. He reached out hesitantly to grasp her hand, turning it over in his own and letting out a sobbing sort of laugh. “My girl’s so grown up now…”

Charlie bent slightly at the knees, experimenting with jumping. When all went well and no screws came loose, she walked out of the case and into the room, careful not to step on the Puppet as Henry grasped her hand to help. Getting used to the mechanics almost felt like learning the controls of a video game. Every twitch and movement seemed to move something. Soon, Charlie was squeezing Henry's hand vigorously, laughing as she glanced down herself.

“This is—I have no words!” Overjoyed beyond belief, Charlie had been shocked into momentary silence. That didn’t stop her from leaning up, needing to prop herself on the tips of her toes to deliver a grateful kiss to Henry's cheek.

“Thanks for never giving up on us, Dad...,” she murmured, arms slipping around his neck in a tight, appreciative hug.

“I couldn’t,” Henry replied simply, as if those two words explained everything. “Not after I realized you were still here… you were so close, but just out of reach. I couldn’t do anything to help you in the moment, no matter what I tried, but I… I also couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.”

He caught sight of Michael moving back to the Afton cabinet out of the corner of his eye. “And of course, when I realized all of you were still lingering, I had to make vessels for everyone.”

“This is just—absolutely astounding, Uncle Henry!” Michael exclaimed in fascination. Not only was the concept of creating android vessels for lost human souls a wild concept in itself, but the technical marvel of it all added a whole level of personal interest.

“I thought you’d get a kick out of these,” Henry laughed, walking over to clap his nephew on the metallic shoulder. “I wouldn’t suggest taking these ones apart, but I’d be happy to show you all my blueprints so you can tinker with your own sometime.”

“Really?!” Mike’s voice had reverted to that of childlike wonder, akin to a kid in a chocolate factory set to inherit everything he always wanted. “I’d love that!”

A pregnant pause ensued, before Michael added in a softer tone: “You know… once this is all over.”

Unfortunately, there wasn’t time to mess around with lifelike robots so long as William still walked the Pizzaplex.

Charlie had been pulled back to reality with Michael’s words. As long as William could still cast shade over the world, none of them were safe. Not her, not Gregory—even whichever ghosts still remained could be in danger, let alone the potential new souls that’d gone missing in the Pizzaplex. Who knew what terrible afflictions William had planned in the long run?

“He’s right…,” Charlie agreed, carefully bending at the waist to retrieve her marionette friend. The soft material of the Daycare attendant’s borrowed legs clashed with her old, yellowed stripes. No wonder Gregory had been scared of her when they first met. While Charlie thought it added some charm to the old, robotic toy, there was no doubt the Puppet looked rough.

“The next time you see us, we’ll have William,” she assured Henry, hoping whatever highly secretive plan they had lined up would be enough. After they took care of the nasty old rabbit, then they’d be free.

It made Charlie think for a moment. Their spirits couldn’t rest until William was gone, but… what happened to them after? Would they too be swept down a river towards some semblance of an afterlife?

As Charlie looked into the cracked, plastic mask of the Puppet, all she was met with was stoic uncertainty.

“I don’t doubt it,” Henry said with a soft, sad smile. He looked to Michael again, gesturing to his body behind the glass. “You know, these may not look it, but they’re still animatronics at their core—they can kick some serious butt if you put your minds to it.” There was a twinkle in his eyes now as he chuckled. “You wouldn’t have that fancy pirate hook, but you’d still be able to protect your friends in this vessel if you were tired of Foxy’s.”

Michael thought for a moment, staring hard at his “body.” It looked so peaceful—so non-threatening, especially compared to Foxy’s claws, hook, and teeth. Even so, he had no doubt in Henry’s claims. Besides, he’d had too many close calls with this hook, and his peg leg was starting to drive him insane.

“Yeah… yeah, I’d like to switch over,” Michael agreed with a slow nod. “I have a new appreciation for Foxy after this whole experience, but I think it’s time to move on.”

He glanced at Charlie, offering a hand. It was so weird to see her looking like herself again, holding the limp Puppet as nothing more than a toy. “A little help, Charlie? I don’t know if I can get out on my own now that you gave me a Gift…”

“For sure.” The girl was already on the move, knowing Mike would need her help to move from one vessel to the other.

Carefully, she placed Puppet on the ground to lean against the open cabinet door before coming to Michael’s side. She would miss this form of his a little, she had to admit. Perhaps it was because this Glamrock design seemed more inspired by her friend than the other Foxy iterations. She looked at the sleeping face of Michael’s automaton as he unlocked the door. Where he would see his murderous father’s face, Charlie only associated such features with her best friend.

She was suddenly filled with a sense of hope and excitement. Together, they could do normal things again just like they used to. All they had to do was survive the weekend.

Holding onto Foxy’s articulate hand, Charlie pulled Michael from the machine in seconds. Under her guidance, his soul was gently placed into the hyper-realistic body, Charlie’s grip lingering on the taller boy’s shoulders as she delicately shook him awake.

Charlie was surprised to be able to feel the soft cotton on his shirt. Though it was somewhat muted, she had some semblance of touch for the first time in decades. She stepped back to allow Michael room to move once he was able.

Muted blue eyes blinked to life as Michael settled into his new body. In a way, it was weirder than when he’d been attached to Foxy—the sensation of his soul lacing through wires and mechanical parts was the same, but the shape it formed to was so familiar this time. Yes, he’d technically had a body until fairly recently in the grand scheme of things, but it hadn’t felt like his for many, many years.

Carefully, Michael flexed his fingers and turned his head, getting used to the joints that moved just as smoothly as one would expect a human’s to. A few cautious steps later and Mike was scooping Charlie into another hug, much easier now that he didn’t have to worry about bulky metal and sharp appendages. It was so easy to hold her—to hold anyone, he realized as Henry slipped himself into their embrace as well. They fit together like people should, and it was a long while before Michael was able to let go.

“Thanks, Uncle Henry,” he said with a grin, pulling a piece of shaggy hair in front of his face to examine it. The smile tugging at his cheeks felt like muscle, not just mechanical joints. Henry Emily was undoubtedly a master at his craft.

“No need to thank me,” Henry was quick to say, though he relented with palms up when the others looked at him. “…But you’re welcome. I’d do anything for you kids.”

Michael’s smile widened at this as he looked back to the cabinet where his “siblings” rested peacefully. His eyes fell on the unknown body and he was hit with a strange sense of… familiarity?

The only thing was, Mike was certain he’d never seen this kind-faced man in his life. It certainly wasn’t William, that’s for damn sure—which only led to more questions.

It felt nice to be hugged and not feel too awkward or lanky for it. Charlie fit against the chests of her father and best friend easily with this new shape, happily extending another squeeze of gratitude before watching Michael step back examine the rest of the animatronics.

A man that Charlie hadn’t even noticed was built into their little entourage. Cocking her head curiously to the side, she came up to the stranger and unlocked the cabinet to examine him closer with a questioning gaze.

“Uh… Is this a friend of yours, Dad?” Charlie asked. There were undoubtedly many people Henry met after her passing, though the fact that he’d go to such lengths of building an android body for this unfamiliar man led to a plethora of questions that Charlie wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know the answers to.

Or, maybe she was thinking too hard on this. Was this vessel meant for Henry? It’d still be odd considering it didn’t look at all like her father, and he never showed desire to change his appearance so drastically before. The fact that he was hardly different from when she’d last seen him alive save for the plethora of age lines and a few grey hairs was a testament to that.

“Ah, that one…” Henry trailed off, stepping up to the figure and shifting away a piece of ginger, slightly-curled bangs that had fallen over its closed eyes. “That one’s a special case. It… wasn’t actually modeled after a real person.”

There was a beat of silence as Michael and Charlie glanced between the mechanic and his creation with identical looks of confusion.

“So… it’s just a generic android?” Michael questioned, reaching out to touch the comfortable yellow sweater the body was clothed in, then running gentle fingertips over a cheekbone. “Tester model?”

“Mmm… not quite.” Henry shook his head. He let out a small sigh, unsure of how to explain this. “I know you all can take care of yourselves—you’ve made that abundantly clear over the years. My goal in creating these bodies was to give you a sense of normalcy, if you can call it that. A sense of closure, to return to a form you’d been missing. But even if you got yourselves back, you were still missing someone.”

A smile crossed his face, distant and not quite reaching his eyes.

“If there was any chance you’d get a second shot, I wanted you to have the father figure you truly deserve—and before you say anything, I’ve got my own reasons for not making a body for myself, so don’t even start.” Henry pressed on despite the others gearing up to argue. “Human fathers haven’t had great track records in your lives. So, I made this body in the hopes that, maybe someday, I could develop an AI capable of emulating human emotion enough to show some real, unequivocal compassion.”

He let out a huffing, defeated sort of laugh. “…Unfortunately, Sammy was always the one with the knack for coding, and I couldn’t very well ask for his help on this. And then, as you know, we tried and failed to catch William again; in doing that I got trapped in this building. So in the end… I suppose I made this body for nothing.”

A nonchalant shrug lifted his shoulders as he awaited the kids' reactions.

Charlie had gone through a plethora of quick-fire emotions listening to her father, confusion and overwhelming sadness being the most prominent. He still blamed himself so much for things far out of his control…

Then, the light behind Charlie’s now-expressive eyes grew as a wild, hare-brained idea crossed her mind.

“I wouldn’t say that, Pops…,” she remarked, pressing a hand over the middle of the powered-down robot. “I think we found it—the AI you’re looking for.”

Eagerly, she turned to Michael and tugged on his arm. “Mike—this is Freddy! No doubt about it!”

While it was painful to see that Henry may not want to come with on the next leg of their afterlife for fear of getting them hurt again with what he saw as his own selfish ideals, Charlie made it her mission to change his mind. If not tonight, then tomorrow. They had all of the time in the world now, she thought.

Turns out Henry had given them the best gift of all: hope. Though nothing was certain until William was gone for good, they were closer to that goal than ever before. Charlie felt it in her mechanical bones.

“Charlie, you’re brilliant!” Michael exclaimed. This body was perfect for Freddy’s gentle, paternal personality. He was sure the bear would go for it with a little convincing.

“Freddy? As in… Freddy Fazbear?” Henry raised a skeptical brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Hate to burst your bubble, kiddo, but none of the Freddy’s I’ve seen over the years have an AI even remotely close to what I was picturing…”

“You haven’t met the Glamrock line!” Michael laughed, instantly turning Henry’s look of uncertainty into one of wary hopefulness. “These robots are wicked smart—intellectually and personality-wise.” He let out a snort, nudging Charlie for acknowledgement. “At this point, Freddy’s basically adopted the kid we’re trying to save—and Gregory calls Freddy ‘dad’ all the time.”

Charlie’s smile broadened at Michael’s jab. She nodded her head fervently, gently persuading her father. “Wait until you meet them. Gregory’s a fun kid—we’re trying to figure out a way so he doesn’t have to go back to his horrible foster home.”

The more Charlie said it aloud, the more it sounded like premeditated kidnapping. Still, she’d protest that idea—say it was a good cause, and at the end of the day, convince Freddy to allow them to download his mind into his brand-new persona!

Speaking of the dynamic duo, Charlie realized she and Mike were probably worrying the hell out of them both with all the basement chit-chat.

“We have a few more robots to get rid of. Once we’re done, we’ll start luring William down here,” she told Henry.

Which might not actually be that hard, Charlie thought. The murderer’s curiosity upon seeing their new bodies might entice him to follow them. After all, if Michael and Charlie both found a way to “revive” themselves, surely William would want to know the secret.

As if to signal their departure, Charlie fell forward again to hug her dad. It'd be the last hug for a while, so it had to count.

“I love you, Dad; I promise, we’ll see you again soon,” she assured him.

“You certainly will,” Henry murmured into her hair, holding her close. He’d almost forgotten what this felt like, hugging his daughter and feeling her arms around him as well.

Even after all this time, after his complete failure to protect her from the crazed man they’d all once considered family, Charlie still trusted him. She accepted the new vessel he’d made without question, and she couldn’t seem to get enough of his affection—which was certainly a mutual feeling.

“I’m not going anywhere until William is dealt with,” Henry continued, fingers scrunching up the back of Charlie’s shirt as the face of her murderer crossed his mind. “He and I need to have a serious talk.”

Michael couldn’t help but shiver at these words. Henry’s anger had been buried underneath pain and anguish, but Mike never doubted it was there.

“Alright, if I don’t let you go now, I’m not going to for a week!” Henry laughed softly, bringing lightness to the now-tense atmosphere. He released Charlie and gave Michael a firm pat on the back, then looked towards the body that would soon be Freddy’s. “I’m going to stay here and fiddle around with this thing a bit—now that I know it’s actually getting some use, I need to make sure everything’s working correctly!”

He pointed towards the door he’d entered from. “It’s not too hard to find the exit—the diner’s through there, and you know the layout, Mike. After you get out of the front doors, just take a right and follow the path. It's a bit of a walk, but you'll get up top eventually. Ah, and just so you know, the others like to spend their time in the party rooms; you might run into them.”

He gave the pair one last smile full of pure, affectionate relief. “I love you both, and I’ll see you again very soon.”

After just being able to see Henry for the first time in decades, Charlie’s mechanical heart was filled. It was hard to imagine closure after so long; she and the rest of the ghosts had nearly lost hope. After all their hard work, they’d finally be able to punish William. The way the police could never pin him, or how he’d never once been ostracized from their community even after his own mysterious disappearance had made the lingering bitter and angry. Now they could free themselves from these emotional chains and begin a new chapter in their afterlives.

Charlie began to walk with Michael, imparting one last wave as she mouthed a thank you Henry's way. She had to force her feet to move, lest she be inclined to stay with her father down in the abyss.

As they started down the hall, Charlie blinked as his last words hit her. She turned her head to Mike, asking him fretfully: “Who do you think he meant by the others?”

In one of the dark rooms ahead, mechanical whirring had begun. The sliding and scraping sounds of parts that didn’t quite fit together echoed down the rusty, dank hallway.

“Well, we know Cassidy’s down here at least,” Mike answered, looking around as they walked. Despite the overall feeling of safety lingering in his soul after their encounter with Henry, he still couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. As was habit, he just chalked this up to the ever-oppressive threat of William. “I’m guessing some of the other kids stayed as well? Maybe… maybe even—”

Michael’s hesitant musing cut off with a sharp gasp as he heard the metallic scraping. That sound in itself wasn’t cause for concern; they were in the basement of a Pizzeria filled with animatronics. Hell, they were technically animatronics, albeit far more advanced in terms of realism than anything they’d encountered before.

But that loping, sliding gait, as if whatever made that noise was trying to stand on legs that weren’t put together correctly…

Michael froze in his tracks. It felt more natural to simulate breathing in this new body, and because of this he soon began to do the equivalent of hyperventilate. He let out a low groan of abject terror, a faint curse escaping from his lips as he stared in the direction of approaching metal.

“No fucking way…”

“What’s wrong?” Charlie asked, peering into the shadows the best she could. At the sight of a wretched and malformed hand grasping and opening the door before them, she let out a quick gasp.

Well. That’s… something, alright.

An endoskeleton who seemed to be bulked up with ropes of muscle-like tubing peered out from behind the door, clinking and clattering as it beheld the two people before them. It was a clown—one with a lazy eye behind a charred, double-bisected mask and several vestigial parts hanging off of it.

“MIKEY!” The beast spoke in a grating and distorted fashion, as if multiple failing voice boxes tried to work in tandem.

As the door was violently thrown off its hinges, the unknown creature advanced on them. Charlie stood between Michael and the thing, offering a small modicum of protection from its focus.

It wasn’t completely soulless, she could tell. Like parts of someone were stuck to it. Or parts of many, many people, all melded together in a melted pile of ethereal goo.

“NEW… FRIEND…” Even as the beast acknowledged Charlie, it craned its body to look at the trembling man behind her, the leering smile of its mask seeming to stretch impossibly wider. "HI, M-MIKE. LONG TI-I-IME, NO SEE..."

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Hello all! I have recently fallen back into my Criminal Minds obsession. Given be I’m a hopeless lesbian I have been inspired to write quite a bit of Emily Prentiss fanfic. It’s been years since I’ve shared my writing and I’ve never shared a CM fan fic. I have written several JEmily stories along with a series where Emily’s girlfriend is a random OC. I decided to go ahead and throw one out there and see what y’all think.

18+ Content: Trigger warnings for drinking, age gaps(all legal), gambling, kissing and implied sex.

This One shot is JEmily based taking place between S4E7 Instincts/S4E8 memoriam. Mostly angsty Emily and some team fluff sprinkled in. Very light smut.

The team just saved the boy and decided to stay the night in Vegas to celebrate. This one shot is mostly identical to cannon with my own head cannon of what has been happening when the cameras are off. In this story JJ and Emily dated prior to her getting pregnant with Will’s baby but the team never knew. Now JJ is 7 months pregnant and engaged to Will just like in the show.

Enjoy! 💜 E.C.

The team with the, exception of Dr. Reid of course, decided to go out for nice dinner to celebrate. After all in this line of work this was the best out come possible. A little boy was safe in his parents arms tonight, warm and well fed. A Broken mother was getting the help she needed. Everything wrapped up in a neat bow.

Everyone was laughing as they sipped their wine. JJ looked around the table with her glass of water; her eyes stoping to watch the brunette across from her. Emily slapped Derek’s arm playfully denouncing whatever joke he just made. JJ’s thoughts wandered as she watched the serious Agent Printess melt into the women she loved, used to love. She recalled all the nights like this, alone or with the team it didn’t matter; Emily always found a way to touch her make, her feel special. She snapped herself out of it as the food came.

Rossi scoffed as Emily downed another glass of wine for the waiter to refill yet again. The older man fakes fainting in his chair as Morgan did the same,”That’s a vintage merlot from Napa, you don’t down it like a cheap whiskey. Wine should be savored”

“Oh trust me Rossi I savored it” Morgan quipped elbowing Emily playfully

“Actually that’s a good idea, got any cheap whiskey” Emily jokes half turning to the waiter who she knew had already left.

Hotch and JJ laughed shaking their heads at their team.

Dinner went on, everyone ate and talked. Emily found herself a little more tipsy than she planned to get, in front of the team at least. Her eyes kept finding themselves on JJ. She watched her play with her hair and exchange quips with the guys. Her laugh was contagious, it seemed to ring over the rest in the room. She was more beautiful than ever, she was truly glowing. The thought made the brunette glance down at JJ’s baby bump. The thought of JJ being a mother made her over joyed. She was going to be the best mother, that baby boy was so lucky, She thought to herself. Then she remembered, as she always did, it wasn’t her baby. Her body physically tensed in her chair enough for Morgan to notice.

“Em, you good?” Derek asks quietly only for them to hear.

Emily nods quickly “yea yea, Rossi maybe right about chugging wine tho” she chuckles

They kept eating and chatting. As the wine settled in her system Emily got bolder. She slowly dragged the back of heel up JJ’s calf. A small smirk painted its self across the brunette’s face as the blonde quickly uncrossed her legs on instinct. JJ’s eyes darted to meet Emily’s questioning if it was her at first, then silently scolding her. Emily didn’t stop there. She traced her heel all the way to the blonde’s knee. The pointed toe of her shoe ever so lightly grazing her inner thigh, before she pulled back. Smirking to herself, proud of the goosebumps she left covering JJ’s legs.

Everyone had already finished eating and Rossi was flagging down the waiter for dessert.

JJ stood up quickly, well as quickly as she could that is. “I should call it a night, it was a long day.” She let out a heavy sigh grabbing her purse.

Hotch nods and stood to help her up offering his arm. “Are you alright? I know cases like this… especially right now… they can be hard”

“Hotch I’m fine really, just tired.” She took his arm to balance herself and pushed in the chair. .

Emily stood up quickly “I think I’m going to call it a night too. I’ll make sure she make it to her room alright”

JJ rolled her eyes “guys I’m fine really”

Morgan looked up at Emily after ordering his dessert “you are calling it a night at 9 o’clock in Las Vegas?” He furrowed his brow with a knowing smirk

Emily shoots him a smirk back “yep I am” she takes JJ’s arm “my room is right next to yours anyway”

The two women say they’re good nights and head to the elevator.

Morgan silently chuckles to himself. Rossi shoots him a questioning glance “Am I missing something here?” Asked the older man

Hotch just shrugs with a knowing look and goes back to the email he was typing. Morgan shook his head “No Rossi not a thing”

In the elevator Emily pushed the 7th floor and leaned against the back wall. JJ turns to her “that wasn’t funny em”

“I don’t know what your talking about, but I’m generally pretty funny” she jokes

JJ rolls her eyes “the heel dragging across my leg under the table used to be hot, when we were together. But I’m with Wil. I’m having his baby.” Her hand subconsciously covers her pregnant belly as if to cover the babies ears.

“Yea definitely don’t need a reminder of that.” She snapped sarcastically.

JJ sighs running her hands through her hair “Em… we talked about this. We were broken up. You said you were done I didn’t plan this, but I do love him”

Emily turned quickly slamming her fist against the elevator wall just before the doors open.

JJ scoffs and walks out waddling down the hall to her room.

Emily groans “damnit” she mutters to herself and goes after her. Grabbing her hand softly just as the blonde went to unlock her room. “I’m sorry, I’m angry with myself not you”

“Yea you don’t have to be a profiler to see that” JJ says turning to face her, leaving herself caught between the tall brunette and the closed door.

Emily rolls her eyes “Just… it was a rough case let me make you some tea and run you a bath at least. Just as your best friend, I promise. I told you I could put it aside and be there for you and I can… I have been, I just had one to many. Please Jenny” she kisses her cheek softly.

JJ nods softly handing Emily the key, the use of that nickname melted her every time. Emily opened the door and helped JJ inside sitting her on the bed. The blonde kicked off her shoes and sighs flopping back on the bed.

Emily smiles a bit “I’m gonna go get your bath ready” she walks into the bathroom and turns on the electric kettle. She dug through JJ’s toiletries bag for the pregnancy tea she had gotten her. She then pulled out the small bottle of bubble bath JJ traveled with. When they were together she noticed how JJ would take a bubble bath after every case regardless the outcome, it was her safe space, her relief. Emily started the bath making sure it wasn’t too hot for the baby. She popped open the cap to the bubble bath squeezing the bottle just enough so she could deeply inhale the scent. It smelt like JJ; Warm Vanilla and worn parchment, the faintest hint of flowers. She poured the soap into the tub, shutting off the water. Moving to the counter she poured the hot water into JJ’s travel mug and steeped the tea before walking out.

JJ was now sitting up on the bed wearing only a robe, talking on her phone. “Yes, yes I’m fine. Wil. I’m fine. We can talk about it more when I get home in the morning. I have to go Emily is here checking on me. Yea I’ll tell her. Goodnight. I love you too”

Emily swallowed hard “how’s Wil?”

“He’s fine. Worried about me. He doesn’t like me still working while I’m pregnant.” She huffs a bit slightly rolling her eyes. Her hand lazily rubs her belly as she spoke,” But he did say to tell you thank you. For looking out for me” JJ sighs and stood up moving closer to her.

Emily took a deep breath,” He’s a good guy Jen I’m not trying to get in the way.” She meant the words she said but her tipsy brain had other ideas. Her own eyes ran down JJ’s body then snapped back to meet her eyes. As if on autopilot she leaned forward pulling the blonde into a deep kiss. JJ found herself unable to stop her at first. The kiss was full of so much comfort and love, so familiar. Emily pulled back snapping herself out of it “shit” she mumbled to herself “I should go. Do you have everything you need?”

JJ reached out to cup her cheek stunned by the sudden change in pace but Emily pulled away walking to the door. She let out a deep sigh “yea I’m fine. Have a good night em”

Emily nodded and left quickly going next door to her own room.

Emily threw herself on the bed and groans loudly “fuck!” Her mind raced. Why the fuck did I just do that. I can’t be here right now. She decided silently to herself

Pulling herself up she grabbed the whiskey shot from the mini bar downing it. Grabbing her go-bag, she dug to the bottom and pulled out a small black bag. She unzipped it and took out the small amount of makeup and small black dress. She got changed into the dress; it was solid black and fell just above her knee but the slit over her right thigh went much higher. The off the shoulder sleeve accented her breasts in all the right ways. She grabbed her straightener curling her hair quickly, then went onto her makeup; painting her lips a dark red. Sliding her heels back on her looked herself up and down in the mirror. She smirked a bit at how hot and young she could look when she tried.

Emily walked down the strip a ways knowing better than to try and pick up women in the same hotel as her team. She sat down at a crowded bar and ordered a single malt on the rocks. It didn’t take long for her to finish it as she scanned the room. Being a profiler made finding what she was looking for a breeze. In fact she considered it a game, hunting her prey finding the perfect woman for the night the, then flying home the next morning.

A blonde in a sparkly blue dress sat a few seats down. Emily looked her up and down, watched her for awhile. She flagged down the bar tender this time getting herself a double shot and sending the blonde a vodka cranberry with lime. She had a knack for knowing what people were drinking. She quickly slammed back her shot. Agent Printess was no light weight but she was definitely feeling it now.

The women looked down the bar as the bartender pointed Emily out handing the women her drink.

Emily smiled and waved confidently before sipping another glass of whiskey that was just dropped off. As if she wasn’t drunk enough at this point but she could still remember the pregnant blonde soaking in her hot bath, so she kept going.

It didn’t take long for this new blonde to slide into the seat next to the brunette. “How did you know?” The young woman asked holding up the drink, a wide smile on her face.

Emily smiles “Just a very good guess. I’m Alex” she held out her hand confidently. She always used one of her many past aliases when she was looking for a one night stand; a girl can never be too careful.

The blonde blushes and shakes her hand “Jane. Nice to meet you Alex where are you from?” She asks sipping the drink

“Virginia, what about you?”

“L.A. right now but I’ve lived all over”

“Me too” she brunette smirks she shifts her body so her legs were against Jane’s. She sipped on her whiskey as she made small talk. She compliments the young blonde in front of her, asking her questions about herself. She knew how to flirt, having the innocent young girl wrapped around her finger in seconds.

“How old are you sweetheart?” she asked slowly bringing her hand to Jane’s cheek.

Jane blushes and bites her lip softly “mmm guess” she hums

“24 but you tell people 25” Emily hums effortlessly. Setting her glass on the bar, her hand fell from her cheek

Jane chuckles “seriously are you physic or something?”

Emily giggles “or something” she winks and places her hand on Jane’s thigh.

Jane set her hand over the older woman’s that slowly began wandering up her thigh. Emily froze but Jane only brought her hand higher, under her skirt. “You are something else Alex. Can I ask how old you are?”

Emily dug her nails into Jane’s skin softly leaning in close to whisper in her ear “38” she nips her ear softly then pulls back to look her in the eyes and moves her hand away. “Does that bother you Angel?” She already knew the answer; this girl had turned down several men and women her own age. No, Emily was just her type and she knew it.

Jane blushes bright red and looked away quickly “n-no”

Emily grabbed her chin bringing her back to face her “don’t be shy kitten, what was that?”

Jane bit get her lip “no your age doesn’t bother me at all. It’s sexy”

Emily chuckles knowingly “is that so? Are you staying at this hotel” judging by the room key tucked in her bra she already knew the answer to that too.

Jane nods “12th floor. The girls I was coming with bailed so I have a king bed all to myself”

Emily smirks “you know it’s so loud in here maybe we should go some place quieter”

As they walked to the elevator Emily had her hand on the small of Jane’s back. Every time she did this it scared her a little. It was too easy, yes she was more skilled than most but getting a young innocent woman alone took nothing. Her mind drifted to all the awful cases that started just like this. That’s when she realized just how drunk she was; walking straight into the elevator door as it opened for them.

Jane catches her as she fell back “woah, you ok there”

Emily shook herself off and nods stumbling to get her footing “yea yea I’m good”

They step in the elevator and Jane press the button for her floor then turns pinning Emily between herself and the wall and kisses her roughly. Emily wraps her hand around her throat pulling her closer to deepen the kiss. Jane let out a soft moan causing Emily to pull back but leave her hand wrapped around her throat.

“My my aren’t we eager? Didn’t even give me the chance to get consent.” She hums dragging her thumb down middle of her throat

Jane blushes and hums “oops. just couldn’t help myself. But let me be clear… you have my full, complete consent” she pushed back against Emily’s hand to get as close to her ear as the brunette would allow “you can do whatever you want to me” she pecks her cheek

Emily hums “careful there kitten you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into”

The elevator door opened and Emily quickly moved away from her.

Jane took Emily’s hand leading her to her room and unlocked the door. Emily walked in and looked around room. Typical mess you would find in the hotel room of any young single girl. No telling how many people she brought back here. She thought to herself

Jane sat on the bed looking Emily up and down “you’re a top right? Dominant. Please tell me you aren’t one of those stone tops that’s only in it for the girls pleasure. I’m dying to get that dress off you” she bites her lip softly

Emily chuckled and watched “aren’t you bold. Yes I’m a top, I would consider myself dominant but we don’t have to go there if you don’t want to. And as far as getting my dress off…” she strutted up to the bed and grabbed her chin “you’ll have to work for that” Emily leaned down to kiss her but stumbled falling on top of her

Jane giggles and held her waist with one hand and brushes hair off of the brunette’s face with the other “are you sure you can give consent right now” she teases

Emily kisses her roughly “you let me worry about that”

The next thing she knows the sun in blaring in through the open curtains. Emily sat up a bit and looks around her head pounding. At first her heart started to flutter seeing the blonde wrapped around her in bed. But within seconds it all came crashing down as she realized where she was and what happened. She quickly and quietly got dressed and hurried back to her own hotel before the girl could even wake up.

Emily hurried to her room but just as she was unlocking the door the next one over swung open. JJ was still wrapped in a robe her hair in a messy bun out of her face. Emily held her heels in her hand, her day after curls tied in knots, a few hickeys dotted on her neck.

JJ looks her up and down “I thought you took that dress out of your go-bag”

“That was when we were together J. You made it clear you can move on… so can I.” Emily huffs softly her head pounding

“Oh I know you move on in every city we go to” JJ snapped but still calm

Emily held her head “can you please stop shouting “ she groans and goes into her room shutting the door. Emily flops on the bed tearing up. That was her girl one room over, that was supposed to be her baby, her life, but it wasn’t. As always she got scared and she ran, she pushed her away and now it was too late.

Emily took a shower, got dressed, and packed her bag before going downstairs. She silently cursed Hotch for putting them up in a loud, bright casino as she went to meet up with the team.

Morgan pulled the handle of the slot machines, cheering for a winning out come, causing more loud noise and flashing. “Come on baby give it to me. Come on baby come on baby.” He shouted at the machine

Emily groaned and held her head in her hands as she sat next Rossi “Morgan co-could you please- can you not… ugh- my head.”

“Oh my bad sorry. You know these things are rigged right” Morgan quips as he walked away from the machine

Rossi handed Emily a cup of coffee “rough night?”

Emily groans taking a sip “I hate Vegas”

“Oh come on Printess how can you hate Vegas, it’s like a grown folks play ground. Besides I thought you called it an early night.” Derek comments with a furrowed brow and a smirk

Just then the pregnant blonde joined the group asking about Reid. Emily tried to tune them out everything sounded as if it was being said through a megaphone

“Oh hey this thing still has credit on it” JJ said reaching for the handle of Derek’s slot machine

Emily sat up quickly shooting her a death glare “JJ I swear to god” she snaps

“What?” JJ asked looking between the two men as Emily dropped her head back to her hands.

Rossi silently mocks the brunette’s grumpiness and Derek chuckles.

Before Emily knew it Morgan was putting her in a car and they were on the jet bound for DC.

Hotch quickly fell asleep at the beginning on the long flight. Emily sat in one of the reclining chairs at the back of the plane trying to sleep off the hangover.

JJ sat down next to her “here” she handed her a black coffee and some aspirin

“Oh you’re a lifesaver “ Em said taking the little white pills and sipping the coffee

“Are we going to talk about last night?” JJ asked reaching for her hand

Emily pulled away quickly “there’s nothing to talk about I was drunk”

“You kissed me then went out to hook up with some random blonde. Did you even get her name this time?” JJ snarks

Emily rolls her eyes “how do you know she was blonde”

“You have a type em. “

“Her name was Jane and I think I’m in love” she says sarcastically

JJ scoffs rolling her eyes “oh please. When is this going to stop em? Going on the hunt every time we travel. Hell every night you go home. Penelope told me you’ve been either sleeping in her office or taking home some random girl every night”

Emily rolls her eyes “remind me to kill her when we get back to the BAU.” She sat up a bit “Besides my sex life is none of your business anymore.”

“Come on Emily we work with profilers you aren’t fooling anyone. And you aren’t exactly hiding it. Walking into round table in tops that aren’t yours, same clothes as the day before, hickeys on your neck.” She scolds pinching a hickey on the collar bone

Emily wacked her hand away “Oh god Jennifer can we do this later please “ she pulled the small plane pillow over her face

JJ rolls her eyes and goes to the table to get some work done.

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Exposed (Cobra Kai story): Chapter 10

Hawk drove himself and Sarah to Applebee's. Hawk took a photo on his cell phone. When he got home, he posted the photo on Instagram, tagged Sarah, and added a caption. A few minutes later, he got a notification saying that Sarah had liked the photo.

At the prison, Kreese was talking to Emily. “This is it. End of the line.”

“I never took you for a defeatist.” Emily said.

“No, a realist.” Kreese said.

“Hm.”

“I know my time is almost up. And I'm going to spend my last days in here.” Kreese said.

“You don't know that. Not for sure.” Emily said.

“Come on, Doc. A guy like me, in a place like this? I'm just wasting away.” Kreese responded.

“That's a choice, though, isn't it? You can find meaning, purpose, even in here. If you want to.” Emily said.

“I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. But passing that knowledge on to my students so they wouldn't make the same mistakes…That gave me purpose. Everything I ever fought for is lost. Every mark I made, every memory of me, will be erased.” Kreese said.

“Says who?” Emily asked.

“The best student I ever had. He was like a son to me. And now I have lost him for good.” Kreese said.

Tears streamed down Kreese’s face. When Emily moved closer to him and tried to comfort him, he stole her keycard.

“Yes, John, you've made mistakes. But you still have time to try to make up for them. You told me you've been fighting all your life, so keep fighting, but with your heart and soul instead of your fists. Use your remaining time to write yourself an ending that you can be proud of.” Emily told Kreese.

Kreese appeared to take Emily’s words to heart, but as he tried to play peacemaker between two quarreling inmates, one of them produced a shiv and stabbed him repeatedly, leaving him unconscious and bleeding on the floor.

Two police officers wheeled a stretcher into a morgue.

“Crazy bastard tried stopping a fight. He got what he deserved.” The first officer said.

The second officer nodded in agreement.

The doctor examined Kreese. It turned out that Kreese had faked his death. The blood was actually melted Jell-O.

“This is melted Jell-O.” The doctor said.

Kreese got off the stretcher and knocked the officers out.

Kreese moved closer to the doctor.

The doctor whimpered.

“Please. I’m begging you,” the doctor mumbled.

“For what? Mercy?” Kreese asked evilly.

Kreese knocked the doctor out. He put the doctor’s lab coat on. He used Emily’s keycard to move through the prison. He exited the prison, smiling triumphantly as the alarms blared.

The limo came to a screeching halt. Daniel, Johnny, and Chozen got knocked down. Daniel’s champagne spilled everywhere. Some of Johnny’s beer got on Daniel’s shirt. Daniel, Johnny, and Chozen sat up, groaning. When Daniel tried to get out of the limo, he was confronted by a furious Mike, who grabbed the lapels of his jacket and threw him on the ground.

“You ruined my life, LaRusso!” Mike yelled.

Daniel was shocked. “Mike?”

“Come here,” Mike growled.

Mike grabbed Daniel’s jacket. He pulled Daniel towards him. Daniel looked at Mike in terror. Mike’s eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were dilated.

“You took everything from me!” Mike yelled.

Chozen got out of the limo.

“Hey! Not Daniel-san's fault.” Chozen said.

“Then whose fault is it?” Mike asked angrily.

Two crushed beer cans fell out of the limo.

Johnny stumbled out of the limo and picked up one of the beer cans.

“Hey! Get your damn hands off him!” Johnny yelled.

Johnny threw the beer can in Mike’s direction. Due to Johnny being drunk, the beer can hit Daniel.

Mike let go of Daniel.

Daniel groaned, rubbing his forehead.

“Damn it, Johnny!” Daniel yelled.

Johnny tried to knock Mike down. Mike grabbed Johnny and flipped him. He landed a few feet away from Daniel.

Chozen rushed to Daniel’s side.

“Daniel-san, are you okay?” Chozen asked.

Daniel nodded.

Johnny stood up. He tried to kick Mike, but Mike blocked the kick. Mike reached for Johnny’s shirt, but before he could grab it, Johnny kicked him in the stomach. Mike grunted.

Mike raised his fists. “Come on!”

Johnny raised his fists.

Chozen and Daniel ran towards Johnny and Mike.

“Oi! Yamero!” Chozen yelled, pushing Johnny away from Mike.

“Yamero” was Japanese for “stop” or “stop it” when addressing a male, while “yamete” was used to address a female.

Daniel stood in between Johnny and Mike, holding his hands out in front of him. “Both of you, stop.”

“Who the hell is this guy?” Johnny asked.

“He used to fight for Silver. His name's Mike Barnes.” Daniel said.

“Bad boy of karate.” Chozen said.

Chozen bowed to Mike, but Mike didn’t notice because he was glaring at Johnny.

Johnny scoffed. “Doesn't look so bad to me.”

“Want to go again, chief? Come on.” Mike raised his fists.

“Mike, Mike! Look, I know you're pissed. You have every right to be.” Daniel said.

Mike lowered his fists and glanced at Daniel.

There was a cut on Daniel’s forehead.

“You're damn right I do. My-My life was fine before you showed up. Next thing I know, there's a pile of ashes where my store was. That place was leveraged to the hilt, Daniel. I'm broke!” Mike yelled.

Mike looked sad. “My wi...My wife...”

Daniel suspected that Mike’s wife left him. He gave Mike a sympathetic look.

“I understand, all right? Believe me. But Silver is the one who's responsible. He burned down your store. He has made all of our lives a living hell. I never meant for you to end up in his crosshairs. I will do anything I can, I promise, to help make you whole again. Okay?” Daniel asked.

Mike looked angry. “You say you want to make me whole? Then you help me tear him apart.”

“Believe me, he's going to get what's coming to him, sooner or later.” Daniel said.

“I say it's sooner. I say we go beat that ponytailed bastard's ass tonight!” Mike yelled.

Daniel spoke calmly. “Mike, come on.”

“Don't you get it? This guy just destroys peoples' lives bit by bit, and he never faces any consequences. You know what I see? I see four consequences right here!” Mike yelled.

Chozen and Johnny nodded in agreement.

Daniel could tell that Mike was not thinking clearly. He tried to talk some sense into him. “Mike, we can't just show up to his house and assault him.”

“This guy destroyed my world. What do you want me to do? Just sit here and take it like a bitch? I’m going to beat the living shit out of him!” Mike yelled.

“Yes!” Chozen yelled.

“I like the way this guy thinks.” Johnny said.

Daniel looked at Johnny in disapproval. “Johnny!”

“The bad boy's right, man. Silver has been screwing us for too long. He kicked your ass. He kicked my ass. It was a sucker kick in my case, but still, it's way past time for payback.” Johnny said.

Mike slapped Johnny’s back. “That's what I'm talking about!”

Daniel turned to Chozen. “All right. Chozen…Chozen, help me out. This is crazy.”

“I know Silver's address.” Chozen said.

Mike spoke excitedly. “Yes! I'm driving.”

“What? No, no, no! You guys! You're out of your fսcking minds!” Daniel yelled.

Chozen chuckled. “Four of us. One of him.”

Chozen slid his index finger across his throat. “Tonight, we cut off head of snake.”

Chozen laughed.

Mike and Chozen walked towards the limo.

Daniel looked at Chozen in disbelief. “Chozen!”

Mike and Chozen got in the limo.

Johnny was about to walk towards the limo. Daniel grabbed his shoulder in order to stop him from leaving.

“Johnny!” Daniel yelled. “Johnny, listen!”

Daniel lowered his voice. “We're all drunk. And judging by the size of his pupils, Barnes is on something even stronger. This is a terrible idea.”

Johnny looked eager for a fight. “Yeah, it is, which is why Silver's never going to see it coming. It's happening, LaRusso. Saddle up. It's time to put Pandora back in her box.”

Johnny continued walking towards the limo. When he reached the limo, he bumped into the door. He groaned, rubbing his forehead. He opened the door and got in the limo.

“No! We're not going to ride for justice like some party limo posse!” Daniel yelled.

Mike was sitting in the driver’s seat. “Suit yourself.”

Mike started the engine.

Daniel’s eyes widened. “Shit!”

The limo began driving down the road.

“Mike!” Daniel yelled.

Daniel started chasing the limo. He stopped what he was doing after realizing there was no way he could keep up with the limo.

Mike was driving erratically. Daniel started to panic.

“Mike!” Daniel yelled.

Daniel realized that Mike had no intention of stopping.

Daniel was frustrated. He waved his arms around and yelled, “Are you kidding me?!”

The limo was nowhere in sight.

“Mike!” Daniel yelled.

Daniel turned around, stumbling slightly. He took in his surroundings and tried to figure out what to do.

At Johnny, Sarah, Robby, and Miguel’s apartment complex, Robby, Miguel, Sarah, Hawk, and Demetri were waiting for Sam.

Demetri had brought a backpack with him. The backpack was full of electronic devices.

“So…Uh, what's the emergency? Why'd you have me bring all my gear?” Demetri asked.

“You know as much as we do. Sam told us to meet here.” Miguel said.

“At least she's talking to you. I can't get a response from...” Robby trailed off.

Sam arrived with Tory.

Hawk looked confused. “Tory?”

Miguel greeted Sam and Tory. “What's…Uh...What's up? Hi.”

Sam and Tory greeted Miguel with a nod.

Robby looked at Tory’s hand, which was wrapped in a black bandage.

“What happened to your hand?” Robby asked.

“Uh…Training accident. I'm okay.” Tory said.

“We think we have a way to prove Silver assaulted Stingray.” Sam said.

“If the attack happened at the old dojo, Silver installed security cameras.” Tory said.

“So maybe it’s all on tape.” Sarah said.

“But that place was cleaned out.” Robby said.

“That might not matter. The systems that we sell at Tech Town all save the footage to a central server. Silver probably took the whole system.” Demetri said.

“I think he did. There’s a server in his office at the flagship dojo.” Tory said.

“If we access it, we can find that footage. We could post that Stingray clip to their YouTube channel.” Hawk said.

“Get a hold of everyone else. Let them know that we're taking down Cobra Kai...Tonight.” Sam told Hawk.

At Terry’s mansion, Terry and Kim discussed how to handle Daniel and his entourage going forward. Johnny, Chozen, and Mike crashed through the front gate and confronted them in the living room. Terry called Johnny, Chozen, and Mike out for trespassing and told them that any violence inflicted upon them would be justified. Johnny, Chozen, and Mike were not intimidated. Sensei Min-Jun appeared. He and Mike fought. Mike defeated Sensei Min-Jun, but he was ambushed and knocked unconscious by Sensei Bacaria. When the rest of the Cobra Kai senseis entered the room, Johnny and Chozen prepared to defend themselves.

Amanda and Carmen were in the LaRusso family’s living room.

Amanda was wearing a bathrobe over her dress.

Amanda passed Carmen a mug of tea.

Carmen smiled. “Thank you.”

Amanda smiled.

Carmen took a sip of her tea.

“Remember the days when you'd end a night out with a big, fat, greasy two-dollar slice of pizza?” Carmen asked.

“Oh, remember them? I mourn them.” Amanda said.

“It was so nice to go out, though. With all that's going on, I haven't been able to let loose in...” Carmen paused. “I don't know how long.”

“Tell me about it. I can't wait to get back to normal. If there is such a thing.” Amanda said.

Amanda received a call from Daniel. He told her about Mike hijacking the limo and planning to go to Terry’s mansion with Johnny and Chozen. He begged her to come get him, dropping a pin to his location. Amanda saw a car pull into the driveway, which she identified as Cobra Kai. Just before the call dropped, Daniel told his wife to grab the kids and call the police.

Robby, Sarah, Hawk, Demetri, Sam, Tory, and Miguel arrived at Cobra Kai’s flagship dojo.

Robby spoke confidently. “If it's the same alarm system, I should be able to bypass it.”

Demetri looked warily at Robby. “Spoken like a man that has done this before.”

Robby shrugged. Demetri’s words didn’t bother him. “Yeah, well, karate wasn’t my first hobby. I fractured a law or two before we met.”

“Or we could just scan my keycard.” Tory held up her keycard. “So that those of us on probation keep from, you know, violating it.”

Robby and Tory looked at each other and smiled.

The rest of the Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang students arrived.

Hawk greeted Chris. “What's happening?”

Chris shook Hawk’s hand. “What's up, man? Sorry we're late.”

Chris gestured to Mitch. “Someone took forever to get ready.”

Mitch spoke defensively. “It's the middle of the night.”

Nathaniel looked at Tory and asked, “What is she doing here?”

“It's fine. She's with us. For what we're about to do at least.” Sam said.

“So, what are we doing? All your text says is that we're going to take down Cobra Kai. But how exactly?” Mitch asked.

“We’re going to show them who their sensei really is. We think we have proof he's a criminal.” Miguel said.

“We're going upstairs to Silver's office. We need you downstairs as lookout.” Sam said.

Everyone entered the dojo after Tory used her keycard to unlock the door.

Robby, Sarah, Hawk, Demetri, Sam, Tory, and Miguel walked upstairs. Everyone else walked downstairs.

Robby, Sarah, Hawk, Demetri, Sam, Tory, and Miguel entered Terry’s office.

“Pulling the clip off the server is first day of computer camp shit. Got it?” Hawk asked Demetri.

“Yeah.” Demetri said.

“We upload the clip to the YouTube channel, and Cobra Kai is out of business.” Hawk said.

Hawk and Demetri set up Demetri’s gear.

Demetri started typing. “Okay. Stingray's assault happened the morning after prom.”

Tory noticed a security camera.

“Any idea how to disconnect one of these?” Tory asked Robby.

“Yeah.” Robby said.

Robby grunted as he jumped up and kicked the camera. The camera fell on the floor and broke.

Robby, Sarah, Hawk, Sam, Tory, and Miguel stood behind Demetri.

Tory looked excited. “I can't believe it's happening. We're really going to take Silver down.”

Wanting to keep Tory’s spirits up, Robby did his best not to sound pessimistic. “Yeah. What could go wrong?”

Robby, Sarah, Hawk, Demetri, Sam, Tory, and Miguel failed to notice the security camera hidden within the Cobra Kai mural behind them.

As the battle raged on at Terry’s mansion, Terry and Kim observed Robby, Sarah, Hawk, Demetri, Sam, Tory, and Miguel via the security camera hidden within the Cobra Kai mural. Realizing they were being attacked on two fronts, Terry told Kim to take care of the dojo while he dealt with Chozen and Johnny. Having momentarily subdued Terry’s men, Johnny told Chozen to go after Terry.

After running several miles, Daniel saw a pickup truck. The driver was standing behind the truck and urinating.

Daniel panted as he approached the driver. “Hey.”

The driver turned around.

Daniel was grateful to see another person. “Hey. Thank God. Thank God. Listen. I need your help. I’ve got to get home. It's an emergency. Please. You’ve got to give me a ride.”

“I do, huh?” The driver leaned forward and sniffed Daniel’s blazer and shirt. Daniel’s blazer smelled like champagne, and his shirt smelled like beer.

The driver scowled at Daniel. “Maybe walk it off instead.”

“No, I'm not drunk, all right? I'm not...I mean, I'm not that drunk. The limo stopped short, and the champagne spilled everywhere, and it just...” Daniel trailed off.

The driver had no idea what Daniel was talking about.

The driver spoke sarcastically. “Oh, shit. I hate it when that happens.”

The driver walked to the truck. Daniel followed him.

Daniel pointed at the truck. “Hey! Look, you're the first person I've seen in miles. And I’ve got to get home now. And this truck is going to take me there, one way or the other.”

The driver smirked and pounded on the truck’s back door. Several other men emerged from the truck, glaring at Daniel and crossing their arms. Daniel took off his blazer and prepared to defend himself. A speeding car sent everyone scrambling for cover. The car was revealed to be Johnny's 2009 Dodge Challenger. Stingray was in the driver’s seat. Amanda and Carmen were in the backseat.

Stingray referenced the film franchise Terminator. “Mr. LaRusso, come with me if you want to live.”

Daniel was shocked. “What?”

“Get in the car. The kids are in trouble.” Amanda said.

“Kids? W-What kind of trouble?” Daniel asked.

“Just get in. We'll tell you on the way.” Stingray said.

Daniel walked to the car and got in the passenger’s seat.

Stingray began driving down the road.

A man threw a beer can at the back of the car and yelled, “Asshole!”

At Cobra Kai’s flagship dojo, Demetri accessed the video of Terry’s attack on Stingray. Robby, Sarah, Hawk, Demetri, Sam, Tory, and Miguel discovered that Terry erased the footage just before the assault took place. Tory revealed that there was another video they could use and inputted the date and time on Demetri's tablet. Robby, Sarah, Hawk, Demetri, Sam, Tory, and Miguel were alerted to a commotion downstairs. Robby, Sarah, Sam, Tory, and Miguel went to investigate. Hawk and Demetri stayed behind to download the footage.

The Cobra Kai students had unexpectedly arrived. Sam was horrified to see that Anthony had been knocked down. Anthony was looking at Kenny with fear in his eyes.

“Aits!” Kenny kicked Anthony.

Sam, Bert, and Nathaniel rushed to Anthony’s side. Kenny snickered as he watched them tend to Anthony.

Devon looked at Tory in shock. “So, you're with them now?”

Kenny glared at Robby.

Kenny turned to Tory. “You knew what would happen if him and his friends ever stepped into this dojo again.”

Sarah looked at Miguel and asked, “How'd they know we were here?”

“I don't know.” Miguel said.

Kyler and Kenny looked at each other and smiled.

“Mitch, come on. Get your ass over here where you belong.” Kyler ordered.

The Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang students looked at Mitch in surprise. Mitch looked sheepish before walking over to the Cobra Kai students and unzipping his hoodie to reveal a Cobra Kai t-shirt.

Bert frowned. “Penis Breath, how could you?”

“Gee, I don't know. Maybe 'cause they don't call me Penis Breath.” Mitch said.

The Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang students looked puzzled. Until now, Mitch didn’t seem to mind his nickname.

“You guys have been so dead set on taking down Cobra Kai. I didn't even want to leave in the first place. I mean, look around. They’ve got snacks, swag, smoothies. Our dojo doesn't even have a roof. Or, like, any chicks.” Mitch said.

Mitch looked at Sam and Sarah. “No offense.”

Sam and Sarah rolled their eyes.

“All right. Penis Breath, shut up.” Kyler told Mitch.

Mitch narrowed his eyes at Kyler.

“We’ve got a traitor, y'all got a traitor, so that cancels out. Are we going to throw down or what?” Kyler asked.

“I'm not a traitor. I'm just not buying what Silver is selling, and neither should any of you.” Tory said.

“Silver lied to all of us.” Robby said.

Kenny glared at Robby.

Kenny took a step closer to Robby. “Us? What “us”? The only person who lied to me is you!”

Miguel stood in between Kenny and Robby. “Hey. Robby’s right. You don’t want to do this.”

“Yeah, I do.” Kenny said.

Kenny tried to punch Miguel, but Miguel dodged the punch.

The Cobra Kai students started fighting the Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang students.

Stingray spoke to Daniel. “I am so, so sorry, Mr. LaRusso. All I wanted was to get back into Cobra Kai. I didn't think anybody was going to get hurt. I mean, besides me. That part of the deal was pretty clear.”

“Now you're doing the right thing. That's what's important.” Daniel said.

Daniel called Sam. She didn’t respond.

Amanda called Anthony. He didn’t respond.

Carmen called Miguel, Johnny, and Sarah. Neither of them responded.

“The moment I got that group text from the Cobra Kais saying they were going to ambush your students, I-I knew I had to warn you. Or, as it happened, Mrs. LaRusso.” Stingray said.

Daniel called Sam again. She didn’t respond.

Amanda called Anthony again. He didn’t respond.

Carmen called Miguel, Johnny, and Sarah again. Neither of them responded.

“Sam's still not responding.” Daniel said.

“It's the same with Anthony.” Amanda said.

“I can't get a hold of Miguel either. Or Johnny. Or Sarah.” Carmen said.

“I'm sure Johnny will be okay. He can take care of himself. He has Chozen and Barnes. We have to get to the kids before someone gets hurt.” Daniel said.

“Don't you worry, Mr. LaRusso. We will.” Stingray said.

Stingray put sunglasses on.

“What are you doing? It's pitch black.” Daniel said.

“Stingrays see better in the dark.” Stingray said.

Stingray started driving faster.

Chozen confronted Terry in Terry’s sword display room. After mocking Chozen's vow to make him beg for mercy, Terry started a fight. He quickly got the upper hand, kicking Chozen to the ground before taunting him again. Johnny started to lose the advantage against the other Cobra Kai senseis. Chozen struck Terry’s knee. Sensing that he might be outmatched in unarmed combat, Terry picked up a katana. Chozen pulled out his pair of sai. Chozen told Terry that he was not afraid to kill. Unfazed, Terry said that he was not afraid to die.

Chozen and Terry dueled on Terry’s patio. Chozen initially had the upper hand, but Terry soon gained control. He sliced Chozen’s arm and leg. Terry prepared to finish Chozen off. Chozen regained the advantage and swept Terry’s legs out from under him. Terry claimed that he was meant to die on the battlefield and told Chozen to finish him off. Chozen was about to finish Terry off, but he got distracted by Johnny’s cry of pain. Terry sliced Chozen’s back, causing him to fall into the pool.

At Cobra Kai’s flagship dojo, a male Cobra Kai student had knocked Sam down. Miguel came up behind the Cobra Kai student and swept his legs out from under him.

Miguel grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled her up.

“You good?” Miguel asked.

“Yeah. You?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.” Sam said.

Miguel and Sam ran off.

A female Cobra Kai student tried to punch Sarah, but Sarah dodged the punch. She swung her right leg sideways in a circular motion and kicked the Cobra Kai student in the face, causing them to fall.

Sarah ran off.

A male Cobra Kai student ran up to Tory. He tried to punch her, but she dodged the punch and swept his legs out from under him. She looked around. Her eyes landed on Devon.

Tory ran up to Devon and grabbed her arm. “Devon.”

Devon grunted, freeing herself from Tory’s grip.

Tory gave Devon a pleading look. “You don't want to be on their side, trust me.”

Devon scoffed. “Like you trusted me? You've been lying about whose side you were on this whole time.”

“I know. I'm sorry. I tried telling you...” Tory trailed off.

A male Cobra Kai student grabbed Tory’s shoulder from behind. Tory turned around. She kicked the Cobra Kai student in the chest. Tory glanced over her shoulder to check if Devon was still there. She wasn’t.

Tory ran off.

Hawk ran downstairs and saw the Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang students fighting the Cobra Kai students.

Hawk ran upstairs.

Hawk entered Tery’s office.

“Dude, it's madness out there. How much longer?” Hawk asked.

“Almost done. Just a few more minutes. I need to log into their YouTube channel and upload the clip.” Demetri said.

“Yo, check upstairs!” Kyler yelled.

“Oh, shit,” Hawk muttered.

“They're coming. Be ready to go mobile.” Hawk told Demetri.

“Okay. We're going to have to upload and publish via Wi-Fi.” Demetri said.

Kyler and some other male Cobra Kai students entered Terry’s office.

Kyler laughed. “Yo, man. It's just Sarah and Yasmine’s bitches.”

One of the other male Cobra Kai students derisively pointed at Hawk and Demetri. “Bitches.”

Kyler looked at Hawk. “You heard Kenny when he dropped your ass. You’re just a Faux-Hawk now, boy.”

“You know what? That's life. You win some, you lose some, but you’ve got to move on. You never did. You're still pulling the same old bully act as always, even though everyone you've bullied has kicked your ass by now.” Hawk said.

“I haven’t.” Demetri said.

Hawk smirked. “You'll get your turn. Kyler's too stupid to ever learn his lesson.”

Kyler and the other Cobra Kai students attacked. Hawk was able to keep them at bay while Demetri worked to upload and publish the footage via Wi-Fi.

Downstairs, Kenny attacked Robby. Unwilling to harm his former protégé, Robby fought defensively. While Robby was distracted by the other Cobra Kai students, Kenny caught him off guard with the Silver Bullet.

At Terry’s mansion, Johnny took a vicious beating at the hands of the Cobra Kai senseis. When Terry walked into the mansion, he saw that Johnny was bleeding.

Some blood had gotten into Johnny’s mouth. He spat it out. “Well, you look like shit.”

Terry’s hair was slightly messy, his clothes were wet, and blood was trickling down his face.

Terry chuckled.

“Where’s the other one?” Sensei Odell asked Terry.

“Outside.” Terry said.

Terry looked at Johnny.

Terry spoke evilly. “And off the board.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Johnny growled.

Sensei Odell punched Johnny in the face. Johnny groaned. His head drooped.

“That seems unlikely. Kreese always told me you were his best student. I never saw it. You’ve got guts, Lawrence. I'll give you that.” Terry said.

Terry gestured to the side of his head. “But just not much upstairs.”

“Attacking me on my own turf? Come on. You never stood a chance.” Terry said.

Terry grabbed Johnny by the hair and lifted his head.

Johnny glared at Terry.

“But if it's any consolation, at least you won't be around to screw up another kid.” Terry said.

Johnny slapped Terry’s hand away.

Johnny’s head drooped again. Terry watched with disgust.

“I’ve got another mess to clean up at the dojo. Take care of this.” Terry told the Cobra Kai senseis.

Johnny managed to lift his head.

Terry spoke evilly. “Finish him.”

Impaired by the effects of the Silver Bullet, Robby was beaten down by Kenny and the other Cobra Kai students. Miguel and Sarah intervened, giving Robby a chance to recover.

Demetri joined the fight against Kyler. He was able to defeat his former bully.

Demetri smiled. “Man, that felt good!”

Kyler was on the floor.

Demetri looked down at Kyler. “Bitch!”

With the video now uploading to Cobra Kai's YouTube channel, Hawk and Demetri took the tablet and rushed out of the office. Tory was holding her ground in the melee, but she ran into a roadblock in the form of Kim Da-Eun.

Kim and Tory glared at each other.

“You disappoint me, Nichols.” Kim said.

“Yeah? Well, likewise.” Tory responded.

Kim took a step closer to Tory. “I warned Silver you could not be trusted. Let this be my final lesson to you. And a more painful one than the last.”

Hawk and Demetri reached the ground floor. Kyler struck Hawk from behind, sending the tablet sliding across the mat. Anthony picked the tablet up. With the Cobra Kai students determined to take the tablet from Anthony, Miguel told his teammates to protect the egg. They formed a defensive circle around Anthony, who continued to monitor the upload as the others fended off the Cobra Kai students from all sides.

Kim and Tory started fighting. Overmatched by her former sensei, Tory quickly found herself on the mat.

Kim sneered at Tory. “Such a tough façade. All to hide the fragile little girl underneath.”

Kim stepped on Tory’s injured hand. Tory groaned.

Seeing Tory in trouble, Sam came to her aid. Tory and Sam struggled to keep up with Kim. When Devon unexpectedly joined the fight, Kim told her not to throw away her chance to become a champion. Devon insisted that she would become a champion on her own terms and dismissed Sam to help defend Anthony. When Devon rejoined Tory, they picked up where they left off.

Stingray, Daniel, Amanda, and Carmen arrived at the dojo and found their path blocked by several Cobra Kai students. Daniel refused to fight a bunch of teenagers. Stingray had no such qualms. He decimated the Cobra Kai students. He, Daniel, Amanda, and Carmen walked into the dojo. With the video upload nearing completion, the Cobra Kai students redoubled their efforts to stop it. As Daniel attempted to break through the crowd of students to reach Anthony, the footage of Terry telling Tory that he bribed the referee at the All-Valley started to play on the dojo's main monitor. Faced with this new revelation, the Cobra Kai students could only watch in stunned silence.

Terry arrived at the dojo.

“That's it? That was your big plan, LaRusso? Breaking into my dojo to steal some footage that changes nothing?” Terry asked.

“It wasn't his plan. It was ours.” Tory said.

“And it changes everything.” Robby said.

“Our enemies think they can keep attacking us with no repercussions. And what does the enemy deserve?” Terry asked the Cobra Kai students.

Terry waited for the Cobra Kai students to say “no mercy.” They didn’t say anything.

Kyler had an emotionless expression on his face. Kenny was looking at the floor and frowning.

Terry looked angry. He gestured to the Miyagi-Do students and the Eagle Fang students. “You think I'm the only one willing to go to these lengths? Their senseis broke into my home tonight.”

Terry gestured to himself. “My home! Attacked me, unprovoked.”

Terry turned to Daniel.

Terry taunted Daniel. “But here I am. The only one left standing.”

Daniel, Amanda, and Carmen exchanged a worried look.

Terry looked at the Cobra Kai students. “They think they're entitled to victory because their way is right and our way is wrong. But that's not how it works. There are no morals to the story. No happy endings. Life isn't a fairytale. It's a competitive sport. Right and wrong? There's no such thing. There are only winners and losers. Cobra Kai builds winners, because we're willing to do whatever it takes to come out on top.”

At Terry’s mansion, the Cobra Kai senseis were about to finish Johnny off when the photo of the ultrasound fell out of his jacket pocket. Johnny flew into a rage and incapacitated all but two of his enemies, who managed to subdue him. Sensei Odell lost a pinkie to a poorly-aimed katana swipe in Johnny’s direction. Sensei Hyan-Woo prepared to run Johnny through with his katana. Mike came out of nowhere, taking Sensei Odell and Sensei Hyan-Woo down and saving Johnny’s life.

Mike and Johnny looked at each other. Johnny picked up the photo of the ultrasound and put it back in his jacket pocket.

Breathing heavily, Mike and Johnny looked at the fallen senseis.

“I did most of this.” Johnny said.

“Yeah, you did. Where’s Chozen?” Mike asked.

Terry was standing a few feet away from Daniel.

Kim, the Cobra Kai students, the Miyagi-Do students, the Eagle Fang students, Amanda, Carmen, and Stingray were gathered around Terry and Daniel.

Terry took a step closer to Daniel. “Everything you did to try to stop me amounted to nothing but pain.”

Terry spread his arms and smiled. “You got your ass kicked, Danny Boy.”

Terry pointed at Daniel. “Now, you can either accept that, or I can kick it again right now.”

Amanda looked at Daniel. “We're all with you, Daniel. Do what you have to do.”

Daniel stepped onto the mat and faced a leering Terry. Kim, the Cobra Kai students, the Miyagi-Do students, the Eagle Fang students, Amanda, Carmen, and Stingray took a step back, giving them room to fight.

Kyler appeared to be on the verge of laughter. Kenny was eyeing Terry with a look of betrayal. Anthony appeared to be excited about the fight. Amanda looked worried.

Terry and Daniel circled each other.

Terry spoke evilly. “First, I took care of Chozen. Now you. This is where Miyagi-Do ends.”

Daniel spoke confidently. “Miyagi-Do existed before any of us. It will be around long after we're gone. The roots are strong, so the tree will survive.”

The fight began. Following Chozen's advice to think like a serpent, Daniel turned Terry’s patented “Quick Silver” method against him, striking his knee before delivering a blow to his chest. In desperation, Terry grabbed a trophy from the wall and tried to use it as a weapon. Daniel executed a crane kick perfectly, sending Terry crashing into the glass Cobra Kai mural behind him. Daniel celebrated his victory with the Miyagi-Do students, the Eagle Fang students, Amanda, Carmen, and Stingray. Kenny discarded his Cobra Kai gear and left the dojo. The rest of the Cobra Kai students followed suit.

Outside of the dojo, Kyler was talking to some police officers. “I'm telling you, I'm the one that rescued everyone from this place. This place was becoming cultish. Some might call me a hero, but...”

One of the officers started writing something.

“Oh, it's spelled K-y-l-e-r.”

Stingray was talking to the detective who interviewed him at the hospital following Terry’s attack. “You know, I’ve got to say, originally, th-that testimony I gave…I was under great duress, as, uh, defined by Magna Carta.”

Big Red, a former Cobra Kai student, walked up to Little Red, a Miyagi-Do student.

Big Red and Little Red were brothers. Big Red was older than Little Red.

“Need a ride?” Big Red asked.

“Yeah. I told Mom I'd be home hours ago.” Little Red said.

Big Red put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Don't worry. I’ve got your back.”

Big Red and Little Red walked away.

Sarah was standing next to Hawk and Demetri.

“That was intense.” Sarah said.

Hawk and Demetri nodded in agreement.

Tory and Devon were sitting in the back of a fire truck. A police officer was talking to them.

Kenny was standing next to a police car.

Robby walked up to Kenny.

Kenny was upset.

“Hey. Kenny, listen, I…Um...” Robby trailed off.

“No, I just...” Kenny paused. “Just not right now, okay?”

Robby nodded in understanding.

Kenny walked away.

Tory approached Robby.

“Kenny will come around. Eventually.” Tory said.

“Listen, Tory, I-I owe you an apology.” Robby said.

“I know. I probably owe you one too. But I'm not in the mood for all that heartfelt shit, so…For now, maybe just kiss me,” Tory said.

Robby smiled.

Robby and Tory kissed.

Sam was standing next to some cars. A blue blanket was wrapped around her shoulders.

Miguel walked up to Sam.

Miguel gestured to a car. “Mind if I…Uh…”

Miguel and Sam sat on the hood of a car.

“You okay?” Miguel asked.

“Yeah, more or less. What about you? Any major damage?” Sam asked.

“Uh...Think I've had worse.” Miguel said.

Sam held up the octopus necklace. “Is this yours? I found it at Miyagi-Do.”

“That was…Uh...It was supposed to be yours, but…Uh...” Miguel trailed off.

“But I broke up with you before you could give it to me.” Sam said.

“Something like that.” Miguel said.

“So, you weren't really fine with breaking up?” Sam asked.

“Well, it's not what I wanted, but…You said you weren't okay. You needed some time, and that seemed like it was more important.” Miguel said.

Sam smiled. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

“Of course. It's what you do when you love someone.” Miguel said.

Sam looked surprised. “You've never said that before.”

“Well…Uh...Well, I do,” Miguel said shyly.

“I love you too.” Sam said.

Miguel and Sam kissed.

The limo arrived.

Johnny got out of the limo.

Carmen approached Johnny.

“Hey.” Johnny greeted.

Johnny and Carmen hugged. A few seconds later, Carmen pulled away.

Carmen looked at Johnny in concern.

Johnny smiled. “I don't look that bad, do I?”

“You've never looked better. Not literally. We need to get you to a doctor.” Carmen said.

“Yeah, I know. We're on our way there. I wanted to see you first.” Johnny said.

“I thought I'd lost you.” Carmen said.

“You can't get rid of me that easily. The thought of losing you, Miguel, Sarah, Robby, and the baby kicked me into a gear I didn't know I had. I couldn’t stand the thought of missing the rest of our life together.” Johnny said.

Johnny and Carmen kissed.

Daniel and Amanda watched as Mike helped Chozen get out of the limo.

Mike spoke. “All right. Come on. I’ve got you. Easy, easy, easy.”

Chozen spoke. “Oh, thank you, Mike-san.”

Mike chuckled.

Chozen’s tank top was covered with bloody bandages.

Daniel looked at Chozen in concern. “Jesus, Chozen! We’ve got to get you to a hospital.”

Chozen brushed off Daniel’s concern. “Oh, just a flesh wound.”

“Yeah, but it's like all your flesh!” Daniel exclaimed.

Daniel gently took Chozen’s arm.

A medic was standing near an ambulance.

Daniel got the medic’s attention. “Hey. Help me.”

The medic approached Daniel.

“Yes, sir?” The medic asked.

The medic helped Daniel get Chozen into the back of the ambulance.

“Maybe should have had a Short Island Iced Tea.” Chozen joked.

“Uh, yeah.” Daniel said.

Mike was standing next to the limo. Daniel glanced at the back door and saw a Rembrandt painting.

“Is that a Rembrandt?” Daniel asked.

Mike smirked. “Yeah. It has to be worth at least as much as a furniture store, right?”

Daniel smiled and shook his head.

Terry scowled as he was escorted to a police car.

Daniel spoke to Amanda. “Never thought I'd see the day when Silver was finally in handcuffs.”

The detective who interviewed Stingray in the hospital walked up to Daniel and Amanda.

“Given Raymond Porter's revised statement, Mr. Silver is facing a litany of charges. That man's lawyers are going to be pretty busy.” The detective said.

Johnny approached Daniel.

Daniel and Johnny shook hands.

“All right, LaRusso! You finally took Silver out.” Johnny said.

Daniel and Johnny shared a brotherly hug.

Carmen approached Amanda.

Carmen showed Amanda the ring on her finger. The ring used to belong to Sensei Odell. It was gold and had a blue jewel in the middle.

Amanda suspected that Johnny had proposed to Carmen.

Amanda looked excited.

Terry glared at Daniel and Johnny before turning around and haughtily sticking his nose in the air.

“No more looking over our shoulders at every turn.” Daniel said.

“Here's hoping Silver and Kreese end up being cellmates.” Johnny said.

“You mean John Kreese? You didn't hear what happened?” The detective asked.

Daniel and Johnny exchanged a worried look.

THE END

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My Boys - Spencer Reid x Single!Mom reader

Summary: Watching Spencer bond with your son and seeing how alike they are.

Pairings: Spencer Reid X Single!Mom reader

Category: fluff

Content warnings: bullying

Word count: 1.5k

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Working at the BAU with a middle schooler had been the most challenging thing in life so far. Not that you showed it to the people around you. Jamie was a sweet and shy boy. One of the smartest in class which made you proud. He wasn’t very talkative at school so he didn’t have many friends. Jamie loved spending time with you though you were his best friend.

You had been working at the BAU since Jamie was in 3rd grade. The only people that knew about Jamie was Hotch due to the fact you didn’t want an unsub to use your son against you. Keeping him a secret from profilers was easier than you expected. You had always had “girls night” with JJ, Penelope, and Emily but you still managed to never slip up which you were proud of. The one person that you struggled to keep it a secret from was Spencer.

You and Spencer had hit off since coming to the BAU. You loved listening to him talk and going to the library with him. He was so sweet with you and you kind of had a crush on him. You wanted badly to tell Spencer about Jamie but you couldn’t, specially not knowing how he’d react knowing you’re a single mother.

Until you got a call from Jamie’s school saying he was being bullied and just wanted to be picked up.

“This is she…is he okay? …okay I’m on my way.” You said immediately standing up with a concerned look on your face. You were with Spencer, well you were on a date. Spencer had finally mustered up the courage to ask you after a case.

“Hey, glad that case is over.” Spencer said sitting across from you on the jet.

“Yeah, I’m just ready to go home.” You said exhausted and ready to see Jamie.

“Um would you like to go on a date with me when we get back maybe?” He asked in a whisper trying to not let the team hear you.

“Of course Spence. I would love nothing more.” You smiled looking out the window. Spencer loved spending time with you, you were always there to listen to him ramble. You loved spending time with Spencer he was like your best friend. You didn’t want to leave the date but your son needed you.

“Is everything okay? Do we have a case?” He asked sweetly, you couldn’t tell him about Jamie like this.

“um.. yeah Ill maybe see you later? you can stop by or something.” Quickly walking off.

Not noticing what you had said, for safety everyone on the team knew where you lived, but you never allowed them to come over. It was more so never a reason for anyone to come over , it was always Rossis’ house or the team guys would go out to eat.

You quickly walked in the school heading to the principals office. You got to the door when the wind was knocked out of you by Jamie. His face was wet and he as visibly shaking.

“Come on J.” Rubbing his back and signing him out.

You never pressured him to talk but you hated seeing him this way. You knew 8th grade had its challenges so you couldn’t imagine being smarter and 3 years younger than everyone else. It makes you regret even moving him up a grade.

As you unlocked the door you asked “Jamie are you ready to ta—-“ before you could finish he had ran to his room and slammed the door.

A few hours passed, you peaked in his room and seen he fell asleep so you tidied up the house, made his favorite dinner which is also yours, and you were about to get him up. As you’re going to knock on the door there was a knock on your door.

With confusion on your face you went to open the door wondering who it might be. It was Spencer with a bouquet of flowers.

“Earlier you said to stop by. I was worried because you said “is he okay” so I brought flowers for whoever the he is.” He said looking you in the eye, you took the flowers and let him walk in.

Spencer took in your apartment, it was well furnished with books everywhere. He noticed the chess board on the table along with a boys backpack and shoes that couldn’t be yours.

“Thanks Spence that’s so thoughtful of you, um come in.” You were nervous, the only people in Jamies life were you and his teachers. He didn’t even know you worked with amazing people like Spencer.

“I can go if I’m intruding..” Spencer said standing in the middle of the floor with his hand in his pockets causing you to smile. “You aren’t. I..um my son had a bad day at school so I had to go pick him up.” You said trying to read Spencer’s face as you said it.

Right then Jamie walked out his room with puffy eyes red eyes and his glasses on the bridge of his nose. When he looked up he was met with a Spencer Reid, “um hi, I’m Jamie.” He said waving to Spencer, “Hi, I’m Spencer I’m a friend of your mom.”

Spencer noticed his face and immediately tried to cheer him up. After 30 seconds of silence, “I noticed a chess board that I know isn’t your moms. Do you want to play?” Spencer asked, he always made you play chess with him just so he could win. Jamie tried teaching you but you just never understood it.

“You play chess? Of course ill play with you moms sooo bad at it” Jamie eyes lit up as he giggled, he had never opened up so quickly and you could see it was helping him.

After a while of a very serious game Spencer spoke up, “Your mom told me you had a bad day today. I know middle school must suck.” He said trying to sympathize with him.

“Some boys started calling me names in the bathroom.” he quickly glanced at me with a deflated tone “Calling me a nerd and loser. I just wanted them to like me.” Jamie said looking down with tears building in his eyes.

“Jamie I kind of went through the same thing, i’m guessing you’re in 7th grade at such a young age cause you’re smart?” Spencer said causing Jamie to nod and you to smile.

“Well I was also moved up a lot of grades for being smart and middle schoolers treat people differently that aren’t like them cause they don’t even know who they are. But that's okay cause I like you and I think you’re great.” Spencer said pulling at your heart strings.

You never thought about how they could bond till you saw them together. It made you love Spencer even more than before. You hated that both your favorite boys were bullied for having amazing minds

“Can we..uh be friends maybe?” Jamie asked in a defeated tone, attempting to look Spencer in the eye, expecting the worse.

“Of course we can buddy. You’re like the best chess player I met and you have super cool glasses.” Causing a huge smile to appear on both their faces. After one more game Jamie had dinner and a shower and got ready for bed.

“You can come with me to tuck him in.” You looked at Spencer as you both were watching tv. You walked to Jamie’s room to see he was reading.

“Alright bud time for bed. Goodnight baby. I love you so much J” you said placing his book on his nightstand.

“Goodnight mom love you and Goodnight Spencer. Thanks for being my friend.”

“Of course buddy, goodnight.” Spencer said as you both left and you closed the door. The room fell silent and the tension grew. You knew Spencer had a million questions.

“Why didn’t you tell me about him?” He broke the question you could tell he wasn’t trying to push but genuinely curious.

“It was a safety thing with the team and I didn’t want to scare you off with me being a single mom.”

“I’m not sure if you noticed but I really like you, a lot, and that means liking everything that comes with you.” Spencer said pulling your chin up.

“Jamie is honestly such a great boy, I’m glad you let me meet him.” he said with a smile.

“You don’t want to leave knowing I have a kid?”

“No, I know we only had one date but I always liked you from the moment I seen you. Knowing you’re a mother, a great one at that only increased that.” Spencer said as you both kept eye contact with each other.

He slowly leaned in and so did you, and your lips finally connected. You took all of him in, feeling his soft lips on your ignited everything in you.

You both curled up on the couch wrapped in each other, to watch a movie. Having Spencer holding you and your son sleep in his room was everything you needed.

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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All's Fair - Chapter 5

Emily and Aaron have loved each other since they were children. War might be the thing that finally brings them together, but it could also be the thing that tears them apart forever.

A Hotchniss AU, set in 1917 and beyond.

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Thank you so much for the love for this fic. It means so much more than I can put into words!!

Please let me know what you think of this chapter <3

Special shout out to @cloudlessly-light who, when I said I thought this chapter was going to get away from me, was able to correctly guess how many words it was going to be haha

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Emily,

I love you. I can’t think of a better way to say after the telegram I just received. I love you, and Mae, so much.

I’m so proud of you, and so relieved you’re ok. If what I’ve felt worrying about you is only a fraction of how you have felt since I left then I think I’ll be apologising for the rest of our lives.

I wish I could be there, I wish I could meet her and hold you both. I only hope that one day, if we’re lucky enough, I can be there with you every step of the way.

All my love,

Aaron

___

Aaron,

I know Mother had Rossi send you a telegram, but I also wanted to write. Mae is right next to me, fast asleep as if she’s the one who’s had a tiring day!! Although I suppose being born isn’t easy.

She looks so much like you. I know she’s only a few hours old, and babies don’t really look like anyone, but all I can think about when I look at her is you.

I do think she’ll end up cursed with my nose though.

I wish you were here. You not being here is familiar to me now, and missing you has become part of my daily life, but I haven’t felt it this sharply in quite some time.

I need you to see her. So that, if the worst ever happens, I can tell her that you met.

Stay safe.

All our love,

Emily and Mae

___

Aaron,

I just received your letter, and I imagine you just got mine. Maybe one day letters will be instant or at least take less time to arrive.

Mae is 4 weeks old now. She’s grown so much already. She only really sleeps if she’s in my arms. She eats constantly, or at least it feels that way. Mother says I spoil her, but I don’t see how it’s possible to love someone too much.

She knows I hate that you can’t see Mae, so Mother organised for a photographer to come to the house. It was nice of her, but of course, in typical Elizabeth fashion, she did manage to comment on the outfit I chose for myself (my old clothes feel like they’ll never fit again!) and for Mae.

I’ve put a photo of the two of us in this letter. I hope it helps remind you of what you have waiting here.

All our Love,

Emily and Mae

___

April 1918

“I don’t understand why I have to go.”

Elizabeth sighs, watching her daughter as she paces back and forth with her own daughter in her arms.

“Because it’s the start of the social season, Emily. Surely you remember what that means.”

Emily smiles politely, her eyes fixed on Mae in her arms, the three-month-old refusing to settle for her nap. Her stubborn streak was obvious already, something she had inherited from both of her parents.

“What I remember is you hiding me away last year so I didn’t embarrass you any more than I already had.”

“Because you’d just eloped, even though your engagement to another man was meant to be announced just a few weeks later.”

Emily sighs, clenching her teeth tightly to stop herself from responding, not wanting to start an argument.

It was hard to believe it had been a year since she and Aaron got married. Life looked so different now, and sometimes it felt like Mae was the only proof it had ever happened. If she didn’t exist, tangible evidence of their love for each other, Emily was sure their night together would feel like a dream. The memory of his touch was just out of reach. She longed to remember how it felt to simply hold his hand.

It had been a little too long since she’d heard from him. Panic tingling through her veins in a way she desperately tries to ignore whenever she thinks about it. She’d re-read the letters she already had from him more times than she could count. The paper worn thin on the first couple, almost torn at the edges from where she had unfolded and refolded them so many times. She knew them by heart. His words now, the things they’d barely had the chance to say to each other's faces, were as familiar to her as he was.

There were days when she felt as fragile as the paper that held their story. Easily fryable, tearing apart at the edges in a way she should have known only Aaron was capable of doing to her. On other days she felt strong, made of steel as she forged her way forward for her and her daughter, determined to make a good life for her little girl, even if she never got to have her father as part of it.

Every day that passed without a letter, a gentle shake of Dave’s head as he brought her mother the mail in the morning, she feels herself get more anxious. More familiar with the thought that maybe he’d never make it back at all.

Emily clears her throat, trying to rid herself of all the things she knew she couldn’t afford to feel.

“And what about Mae, who’s going to look after her whilst I’m downstairs at a party?”

“Well since you refused to hire a nanny,” Elizabeth says, her raised eyebrow the closest she’d come to expressing her feelings on the matter, “I spoke to JJ, and she agreed to sit in here with her whilst you are downstairs.”

Emily looks down at Mae, smiling softly when she sees the baby is now fast asleep. JJ was one of the only people she’d trust her daughter with completely, and Elizabeth knew that.

“Ok,” Emily says, looking up at her mother, “I’ll go.”

___

Emily remembered clearly the first time she’d had to go to one of these events. Her mother had finally deemed her old enough to go, no longer worried that she’d be too young, or cause embarrassment. It was the first time she’d felt like she was on display.

She was eleven.

She had been introduced to people she now saw frequently, members of her mother’s inner circle that had never done anything other than make her feel trapped. She’d spent the whole night wishing she’d been allowed to run around the estate with Aaron and Sean like she used to be able to, staying out until long after the sun had disappeared over the horizon, coming home with grass stains on her clothes that her mother hated.

She finds herself missing Aaron now for completely different reasons. He’d never been to one of her mother’s parties, and part of her wanted to bring him to one. To stand in the corner with him and watch him watch this, a part of her life he’d never fully understood because he was always standing on the edge of it, watching from outside.

She knows if he makes it back, he’d be part of it now. Standing by her side as her husband, the support she’d always needed but had never been sure how to ask for.

She stands at the edge of the party, her back practically against the wall as she nurses a small glass of wine. It felt wrong, watching everyone dance and laugh as if there wasn’t a war raging on elsewhere. She knew she wasn’t the only person who had someone out there. A lot of the men she’d grown up with were in France too, their parents in the room with her, a tightness in their expressions that she could relate to.

It felt like she was being watched. An item of curiosity that she hadn’t felt like the very first time when she was a young girl. People would smile politely at her before turning away, clearly talking about her choices. The husband no one had ever met. The baby who was sleeping soundly upstairs.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Emily Prentiss.”

She looks up, the accent immediately making her tense. She locks eyes with the man she should have married, the one her mother still made comments about as if she didn’t know exactly what he was like.

“Ian, it has been a long time,” she replies tightly, her society smile spreading across her face, “And it’s Hotchner now. Has been for a little while.”

“Of course,” he says, his smile letting her know that he’d purposely got her name wrong. He looks her up and down, his eyes lingering in a way that makes her feel uncomfortable, but she doesn’t show it. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “Didn’t you have a baby recently?”

“I did,” she replies, taking a sip of her wine, “She’s three months old.”

He hums, looking her up and down again before his eyes meet hers, something about the icy blueness of them makes her recoil, her back pressing further into the wall.

“It’s a shame we never got a chance to be together,” he says, smirking, “We could have been great,” he leans in and kisses her cheek, his breath skipping across her skin making her clench her teeth, his hand briefly at her waist, “If you ever get bored of that husband of yours, or if he never makes it back,” he says, pulling back, his smirk wider, “You know where to find me.”

She feels a fire in her belly, her grip on her drink tightening to the point she’s surprised the glass doesn’t break in her hand. Disgust flows through her veins, spreading through her whole body and she knows from how Ian smiles at her she doesn’t hide it either, her face giving away exactly how she feels.

“You are such-”

“Emily.”

She turns, cut off from her insult by her mother, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She blows out a short sharp breath, her fake smile plastered back on her face as she turns to look at her. She doesn’t think she’s ever been more grateful to see her, or for her timing.

“Yes, Mother?”

“I need to borrow you for a moment,” she says, looking between Emily and Ian, “I am so sorry to whisk her away, Ian. It’s important.”

“No problem, Elizabeth,” he says, leaning in to kiss her cheek too, smiling as he pulls back, “I think we were done here anyway.”

Emily glares at him but lets herself get led away by her mother, away from the ballroom where the party was being held. She feels less tense the further away they get, the sound of the revellers and the music fading as they make it towards her mother’s office.

“God, I cannot believe that is the man you wanted me to marry. He is awful,” she complains, shivering as she thinks of his hand on her waist, his foul breath on her skin. She frowns when she realises they’ve come to a stop, her mother standing outside of her office, an expression on her face that Emily cannot read, “What’s going on?”

“There’s someone here who wants to speak to you,” Elizabeth says, clearing her throat in a poor attempt to hide a smile, “It couldn’t wait until the end of the party.” Emily frowns, her confusion only deepening further as her mother steps away, “I should get back, and leave you to it.”

Emily watches her walk away, her gaze fixed on her mother until she disappears from sight. She looks back at the office door and stares at it for a moment, before opening it.

She freezes, her hand still tight around the door handle as the person in the room turns to look at her.

He was skinnier. Some of the strength she had always admired was gone, obvious even through his green uniform. Their eyes meet and she feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.

“Aaron?”

___

It felt like a lifetime had passed since he’d last been here.

The year that had elapsed in between both the shortest and the longest of his life. When he arrives at the front door, the sound of a party echoing outwards from within, he feels a sense of anger he hadn’t anticipated.

Life went on, he knew that. The sun carried on rising despite everything he’d seen, everything he’d lived through since he was last here, but it felt wrong. Life was carrying on as normal as if men weren’t dying in droves on another continent. He blows out a steady breath as he knocks on the door. It’s answered immediately, a person he doesn’t recognise looking him up and down.

“This is a private event,” he snaps, eyeing Aaron’s uniform with suspicion.

“I used to work here,” he says, shaking his head at himself for that being the first thing he’d said, “I’m married to the daughter of the lady of the house.”

The man narrows his eyes even further, before closing the door. Aaron sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he thinks of his choices. He knew which room was Emily’s and he wasn’t above trying to sneak into the main house.

The door is opened again and he’s face to face with Elizabeth, her eyes wide with the closest thing to shock he’d ever seen her express. She’s dressed up, and has clearly been pulled from the party she was hosting to confirm his identity.

“Aaron.” She says, looking him up and down, and he doesn’t miss the fact this is the first time they’ve interacted since she became his mother-in-law, “I think you’d better come in. We have a lot to talk about.”

___

Emily can’t take her eyes off him. She can’t move, can’t blink. Worried that the slightest shift will make him disappear.

“What…” she drifts off, unable to formulate her thoughts, the words stuck in her throat as she continues to stare at him. Her vision becomes blurry, tears falling onto her cheeks and she finally releases her grip from the door handle, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, grateful when the door closes behind her, leaving them, for the first time in too long, alone. He takes the opportunity to look at her, to take in how beautiful she is. His memory had done her a disservice, as it always had when he tried to picture her, and the photo he kept in his pocket didn’t come close to showing how captivating she was. She looked tired, something he was sure had to do with their daughter he was yet to meet.

“What are you doing here?” She chokes out. She stops just a couple of paces in front of him, her hand stopping in mid-air as she stops herself from touching him, still not entirely sure this was real. That he wouldn’t disappear in a puff of smoke.

“I had some leave. I spent most of it getting here, and will spend the rest of it getting back,” he explains, his hands twitching to reach out for her, to hold her like he had dreamt of for a year, but he knows he needs to take it at her pace, “I just had to see you. Both of you.”

“How long are you here?” She asks, the sound of the party just down the hall muffled, as if it was miles away, her entire focus on here. On him.

“Two days at most,” he replies, hating the way her face falls, the way he can already see the grief gathering in her eyes.

“It’s a hell of a long way to come for two days,” she says, her eyes searching his face as she takes one step closer, still not touching him.

“You and Mae are worth it.”

She’s not sure if it’s the sentiment, or the fact it’s the first time she’s ever heard him say their daughter’s name, but that’s what breaks her. She closes the gap between them and buries her face in his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him as he pulls her closer. He smells different, the soap he’s used clearly a cheap one that the army supply on masse, and now she’s hugging him she can feel that he’s skinnier, that whatever he’s eating out there isn’t enough, especially when she considers what he’s doing. She makes a mental note to ask Dave to get the cook to make whatever Aaron wants whilst he’s here.

“I missed you so much,” she says, her face still pressed against his scratchy uniform, not sure how she can let go now she’s holding him.

“I missed you too,” he replies, leaning down and kissing the top of her head, comforted by the familiar scent of her soap, something that he had fallen in love with years ago.

“It’s been so long since I got a letter,” she says, pulling back to look at him but making no attempt to move out of his arms, “I thought…” she can’t put it into words, doesn’t want to say what she’d assumed.

He finally leans down and kisses her, his lips familiar against hers, and she grasps at the lapels of his jacket, holding him close.

“I have a letter for you, I thought I’d hand deliver it,” he mutters, kissing her again and she pulls back, her eyebrows pulled together indignantly as she narrows her eyes at him. She uses one of the hands buried in wool to lightly slap his chest.

“You ass,” she says, kissing him despite her words, her forehead pressing into his before she pulls back, “I was worried.”

“I’m sorry,” he replies, one of his hands cupping her cheek, holding her in place, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she kisses him once more before she pulls away, one of her hands seeking out his, not wanting to lose their connection even for a moment, “Come on, there’s someone you’ve got to meet.”

___

Emily is, as ever, grateful for JJ’s discretion. She looks shocked as Aaron follows Emily into her room, but doesn’t make any comment apart from explaining Mae had slept since she had gone downstairs before she leaves.

Aaron smiles tightly at the other woman, his usual politeness nowhere to be found, no consideration for the woman who used to be his colleague, as all of his focus is on his wife and daughter. As soon as they are alone, the bedroom door closing softly behind JJ, Aaron finds his voice, once again surprised at the first thing he says.

“I thought your room was on the other side of the house.”

Emily turns to look at him, a soft smile on her face, “It was,” she says squeezing his hand in hers, “Mother moved me here. Said its ‘more fitting for a married woman,’” she says, rolling her eyes, “But it has an adjoining room for Mae,” she adds, tilting her head towards the door that leads to it, “Which is nice when she cries in the middle of the night, it means she’s never too far away.”

She steps towards him and presses her lips to his cheek, desperate to re-familiarise herself with as much of him as possible, all too aware that yet again she had very little time to do so.

“Are you ready?” She asks softly, squeezing his hand as he nods.

“I think so.”

She smiles and gently tugs him towards Mae’s room, pushing the adjoining door open before she flicks on the light. Emily wouldn’t be able to explain her own nervousness even if she wanted to, butterflies in her stomach and her heart pounding in her ears as she prepares to introduce the two people who mean the most to her to each other.

She wonders if she would have felt this way if he’d been here when Mae was born. If the nervous excitement would have been the same, or if the relief she’d felt at Mae’s safe arrival would have overridden it all.

She hopes one day, if they are lucky, that she’d find out.

Emily smiles as she sees Mae shifting around, sharp movements in her limbs as she grunts, a sign that she had only just woken up, probably to the sound of the short conversation they’d had with JJ. She disconnects from Aaron, letting go of his hand for the first time since she’d held it downstairs, and reaches into the bassinet to pick up Mae, the familiar weight of her daughter in her arms a comfort she hadn’t known she’d needed.

“Hi sweet girl,” she says, well aware of Aaron’s gaze fixed on them, the back of her neck burning with it.” She kisses the top of Mae’s head and turns to face Aaron, making sure the baby was facing him too, so he could see them both, “There’s someone here to meet you.”

For once, she doesn’t berate herself for the crack in her voice, for the tears that press at the back of her eyes. The shock of finally seeing Aaron, of having what she’s wanted for so long, finally settling in.

Aaron feels like he’s rooted to the ground. His body not moving as he simply stares at the two of them together, held in place by love and so many things he can’t put a name to. Mae was beautiful. Everything about her reminded him of Emily, as if Mae was a tiny version of her mother, right down to the slope of her nose and the small dimples in her cheeks. The tiny photo Emily had sent hadn’t done her justice, and he knew even if it had she would have changed so much since then anyway.

“Em…she’s…”

She smiles at him and makes the decision to move towards him. She encourages him to put his arms out and places Mae in his embrace. She places one hand on Aaron’s arm and the other supports Mae’s head.

“Aaron, this is Mae,” she says, a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a sob catching in her throat as she rests her head on Aaron’s shoulder, not able to tear her eyes off of their daughter in his arms. A sight she’d dreamt of for months, “Mae, this is your daddy.”

Emily feels a tear drop onto the top of her head, and looks up to see tracks on Aaron’s cheeks, his eyes shining. She reaches up, wiping at his skin before wrapping both of her arms around one of his, her head back against his shoulder.

“She’s beautiful,” he says, his voice tight, “She looks just like you,” he lifts her up, pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head, “She smells like you.”

“I use my soap on her too,” Emily hums, turning her head just enough to press a kiss against his clothed shoulder, “I’ve always thought she looks just like you.”

“I think we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one,” he says, looking away from his daughter for just long enough to kiss the top of Emily’s head. He looks back at Mae, desperately trying to remember everything he can about her, smiling as she puts her fist in her mouth, “You did get one thing right though.”

“What’s that?” She asks, reaching out and grabbing Mae’s hand, knowing it was almost time to feed her.

“She definitely has your nose.”

___

She allows herself, for a little while, to believe it was real. That he was back for good. That this was her life now.

She just wanted one day with him that wasn’t tinged with sadness, with the reality that he wasn’t hers to keep, at least not for now, so she gives it to herself.

They wake up early, woken by a cranky Mae demanding her first meal of the day before they head down for breakfast themselves. Elizabeth raises her eyebrow at Aaron but says nothing else about his reappearance. It’s only later, when they are walking the grounds just the two of them and Mae, that he tells her about his conversation with her mother the night before. How she wasn’t as mad as he’d expected, her fury somewhat diminished by her love for her granddaughter.

The day passes too quickly for Emily’s liking. A taste of what could be, what should be, as he helps her with Mae. She doesn’t miss the sadness that crosses his face whenever the baby cries when she’s with him, quietening immediately in Emily’s arms when he passes her over.

After they’ve put her to bed, slowly backing out of her room so they don’t wake her again, Emily kisses him as soon as the adjoining door to their room is closed. She loops her arms around his neck, taking every opportunity to be as close to him as possible.

“She doesn’t cry because she hates you, you know,” Emily says, trying to smile reassuringly at him, “I talk about you all the time,” she strokes her fingers through his hair as he places his hands on her hips, “She just…”

“Doesn’t know me,” he finishes for her, shaking his head at himself, “And I’ve got no one to blame but myself.”

“Aaron-”

“My daughter doesn’t know who I am, Em,” he says, cutting over her, “She’s 12 weeks old, and she’s known me for a day.”

“Honey,” she says, making him look at her, “She’s a baby. She only figured out how to smile a few weeks ago,” she swallows thickly, pushing down her own feelings about it all for now, “When you come back for good, things will be different.”

It’s the closest either of them has come all day to address their reality. They had no idea how long he’d be gone for. It could be months. Another year.

Forever.

She leans forward to kiss him, wanting to change the direction of her thoughts, of their conversation. Wanting nothing more than to end their day as they had lived it - together.

“We don’t have to,” he says as he pulls away, and it makes her smile, makes her think of their wedding night, how she knows he meant it then too. They hadn’t had the chance last night. Both of them far too tired to do anything other than literally sleep together. They’d curled up around each other, and had woken up in the exact same position, their hands still intertwined.

She steps onto her tiptoes, eliminating the height difference between them, and kisses him fiercely. Her hands run up the back of his neck and she digs her fingers into his hair, holding him close as she licks at the seam of his lips, grateful when he responds immediately, pulling her even closer.

She pants as she pulls her lips from his, her forehead against his as she tries to make her breathing even again.

“Aaron, please,” she says, stamping another kiss against his lips, “I want to.”

He nods, his grip on her hips tightening slightly as his forehead knocks against hers.

“I want to too,” he replies, one of his hands stroking up her back, “I just…” he drifts off, unsure how to put it into words, how to explain himself. He sighs, “Last time, I left you here alone, pregnant. And…”

She hears what he hasn’t said, how he doesn’t think it’s fair to do that to her again. She pulls back to look at him, her hands drifting to his cheeks, holding him in place as she makes him look at her.

“I don’t care about that,” she says, her eyes boring into his, “Besides, the doctor said it’s unlikely I can get pregnant whilst I’m still feeding Mae, and even if it does happen…” she swallows thickly, the thought of going through all of that alone, again, almost too much to bear, “If it does happen then it happens,” she shrugs half-heartedly, “I will take of much as you as I can get.”

He stares at her for a second, considering what she’s said, before he nods, surging forward and kissing her as if they had never stopped. They shed their clothes quickly, material falling to the floor without fanfare, their need for each other getting more desperate by the second. It’s only when she’s naked, laying on the bed, that she feels self-conscious, his gaze fixed on her as he looks at her intently.

“I know I look different,” she says, pressing one of her hands to her stomach. Her skin was still looser than it used to be, and her hips were wider. There were thin pink lines that were slowly turning silver across her abdomen, signs of where her skin had been stretched almost to its limit when Mae was still inside of her, “I know it’s not-”

“You’re beautiful,” he says, cutting her off, pressing a kiss to her lips to stop her from saying anything else, before he moves downwards, worshipping her skin bit by bit before he gets to her stomach. His touch becomes even more reverent, his fingers and his lips mapping her out again as he had on their wedding night, re-learning all of her hills and valleys, “I wish I could have seen you,” he mutters against her skin.

“I was massive,” she comments, not missing the breathlessness of her voice.

“You still would have been gorgeous,” he says, travelling further down her body, his hands tracing her thighs, gently pushing them apart as he kneels in front of the bed.

She sits up, her elbows on the bed as she looks at him, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he looks at her, his eyes fixed between her legs.

“What are you doing?” She asks, and he looks up at her, making no move to get up off the floor.

“Do you trust me?” He asks in response, still not giving her an answer, a fire in his eyes that threatens to engulf them both.

“Yes,” she answers simply because it’s true. There’s no one she trusts more.

Before she knows what was happening, his focus has shifted again, his hands holding her thighs apart as he licks through her, making them moan simultaneously, her at the feeling of it, of every nerve in her body feeling like it was alight, and him at the taste of her.

“Oh my God,” she moans, her elbows giving out as she lays back down, her hands fisting in the bedspread as he carries on, his grip on her thighs getting tighter as he explores her in this new way, “Please don’t stop.”

He takes her apart, slowly and methodically as if he had thought of nothing else in the year that they had been apart. Pleasure rushes through her in a way she didn’t know it could, and it takes her a second to remember to breathe, her body shaking as she comes back down. She blinks, clearing her vision, and feels the dip of the bed next to her. She looks at him, breathing heavily as he smiles at her.

“You ok?” He asks, and she nods, clearing her throat.

“Yes. More than ok. Where the hell did you learn about that?” She asks, reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss.

“France,” he mutters, shifting them so he’s laying on top of her, both of them groaning as he notches over her. She raises an eyebrow at him, her curiosity slowly getting the better of him, “It’s a bunch of men sitting in a dug-out trench in the ground sweetheart, we talk about sex.”

“Oh,” she says, hooking one of her legs around him, bringing him impossibly closer. She doesn’t want to talk about France, about the reality that he’d start his long journey back the following morning. And she knows he doesn’t too, “Well…we’re definitely doing that again at some point.”

He smiles at her and leans down to kiss her, one of his hands sneaking between them, his finger briefly dragging over her before he guides himself into her, both of them groaning as he pushes forward.

It was overwhelming, the feeling of her around him better than he remembered. The fleeting time they’d had together when they got married was never enough. He buries his face in her collarbone, whispering praise against her skin as she shifts her hips up into him, a silent request to move that he is happy to oblige.

They move together, his hand reaching for hers, linking their fingers next to her head on the bed as they build each other up. The only sound in the room is them, and quiet gasps of each other’s names whispered against skin. He can sense she’s close, can feel it in how she’s grasping at him, in how she says his name, so he reaches between them, his finger swiping over her until they tip over the edge together.

He lays on top of her until he gets his breath back, and moves to roll off of her, but she stops him. Her still shaky legs hooked around him, and her arms tight around his back.

“Em-”

“Not yet,” she says, and he looks down at her, sadness sparking in his chest at the unshed tears in her eyes. “Not yet.” She repeats, and he nods, leaning down to kiss her, hoping he can get across everything he can’t find the words for. How much he loves her. How much he didn’t want to leave.

How much he missed her already, even though he was right here with her.

“Ok sweetheart, not yet.”

___

He wakes up alone.

At first, he doesn’t notice. His heart racing as he sits up suddenly, heaving deep breaths into his lungs. It takes him a moment to realise where he is, that he’s home. He’s safe.

It’s the silence he finds the strangest, the total opposite of what he was now used to. The complete lack of sound was louder than he knew it could be.

He rubs his eyes as they adjust to the low light of the room, and he looks over to the adjoining door to Mae’s nursery and sees it’s slightly open, light streaming into the main bedroom around it. He gets up, stretching as he walks towards the door. As he gets closer he hears quiet singing, Emily’s voice soft as it travels through the air.

“The little stars were the herring fish

That lived in that beautiful sea —

“Now cast your nets wherever you wish —

Never afeard are we”

Aaron opens the door, smiling as he’s met with the sight of Emily sitting down, Mae against her chest. She’s rubbing the baby’s back, her lips against the top of her head as she sings.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that lullaby,” he says, his smile widening as she looks up at him, her own smile sleepy.

“It’s one my dad used to sing to me,” she replies, “I think she likes it. Want to come sit with us?”

She doesn’t need to ask twice, moving across the room quickly, she stands just long enough for him to slip in behind her in the chair. He wraps his arms around her as she settles against him. He feels the last bits of tension caused by his nightmare fading away at having his girls in his arms.

“Is she ok?” He asks, looking down at Mae and watching as her eyes flutter shut, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

“She’s fine,” Emily assures him, tilting her head to look at him, “She needed feeding, and she always likes to cuddle afterwards,” she smiles, looking back at Mae, “I like it too. Are you ok? I didn’t wake you up did I?”

“No,” he says, holding her a little tighter, “You didn’t. I…dreamt about something.”

She reads between the lines, not needing any other information to know it was a nightmare, that he was trying to play it down for her.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know how to. Everything over there is so…awful. Some of the men dying are just kids,” he shakes his head, chuckling bitterly, “Boys. And I don’t know how to tell you. You and her are so untouched by it,” he says, reaching out to touch Mae’s head, his fingers gentle against her soft hair, “I don’t want to bring it here too”

“We’re not untouched by it. I know it’s not the same. But my life is on pause, Aaron. I’m sat here waiting for you to come back, or for a telegram telling me you’ll never come back. I had our little girl alone. You weren’t there waiting to meet her,” she says, her eyes meeting his. She sees the sadness on his face, the guilt he’s barely covered up the entire time he’s been here, and she sighs. She takes one of her hands out from under Mae and reaches out for him, tangling their fingers together, “It’s not your fault, but I’m not untouched by it.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I know you’re not,” he kisses the side of her head, “The thing is I can’t even wish I hadn’t gone. Because if I hadn’t, I don’t think we’d be here.”

She hums in agreement. She’d had the same thought many times over the last year, she was well aware that his decision to sign up for the army had been the push they’d needed.

“You’re right. I’d be married to Ian,” she looks down at Mae, realising she had now fallen asleep. “And she wouldn’t exist,” she looks at Aaron and kisses him, “She’s asleep, if you want we can go back to bed?”

He nods, kissing her again before she stands, well-practised at holding the baby as she moved around, and she sets her back down into the bassinet without disturbing her. Aaron leans down and kisses Mae’s head before he loops his arm around his wife, leading her back into their room.

They both knew the countdown was on, that their time left together was limited. Hours would soon tick down into minutes, then seconds.

They didn’t want to waste any of it.

___

She doesn’t let him out of her sight until he has to leave. Even then, she stands by the front door with Mae in her arms, her eyes fixed on the car her mother had organised for him until he completely disappears from view.

Somehow, it feels worse than the first time she had to let him go. The sweet taste of their life together that she’d had for a couple of days turning bitter as he gets further away from her.

Mae cries out in her arms, and Emily looks at her, adjusting her hold on her daughter as she turns into the house.

“Come on, sweet girl,” she says, raising her up a little so she can kiss her head, “It’s almost time for you to eat.”

When she gets back to their room, she finds a letter propped up against their wedding photo, his familiar scrawl across the envelope spelling out both her and Mae’s names.

Next to it is a small vase. A bunch of freshly picked daisies staring back at her, seeming all too bright for the heaviness in her heart.

-x-

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