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Served On A Platter (Sanji Vinsmoke x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Aren’t you my good birthday boy?”

Pairing: Sanji Vinsmoke x Black!Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Synopsis: In which you give a very special surprise breakfast to your favorite love chef for his birthday...and you make pancakes too.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Bimbo!Reader; Food Play; Oral Sex; Titty Sucking; Deepthroating; msub switch!Sanji; FDom switch!Sanji; Kitchen Sex; Birthday Sex; Sanji Eats You Out On The Table; Bent Over The Counter; Doggystyle; Covering Mouth; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Mutual O; Aftercare; Almost Caught

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: A very happy, wonderful to my love chef, my 200th baby daddy AND favorite Strawhat member, Sanji Vinsmoke!! Enjoy, y'all & happy March! Let's all make it a good month now that spring is coming! -Jazz

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It’s a beautiful Saturday morning out at sea.

The sun is pouring through the curtains and you’re snuggled up underneath your man with his arms wrapped tight around you in bed.

Usually, you’d be giddy at the chance to spend the morning in bed with your handsome and cuddly boyfriend, cuddled up into his hard chest and breathing in his scent after a night of amazing, passionate, mindblowing sex that had you screaming and Zoro knocking on the wall to shut you both up.

Usually, you’d spend time watching him as he sleeps, tracing his skin with your fingertips and admiring how the sun makes his lashes and hair look like spun gold. Sanji is such a pretty, pretty man––all long legs and a body lean with muscle and an even prettier dick. You couldn’t be happier or luckier to have him for your own…and yet he says he’s the lucky one!

Saturday mornings are reserved specifically for cuddling and morning sex (exclusively in that order)...but not today. Today, you have a plan. A plan that involves keeping Sanji asleep until that plan is complete.

So after pecking him gently on the cheek, you slip out of bed and tip-toe to the bathroom for your silk robe to throw on. You then walk to the bedroom door and silently slip out, closing the door behind you. As you creep to the kitchen, you can hear sounds of the Strawhats sleeping: snores from Luffy and Zoro; Chopper adorably talking in his sleep, etc.

The sky is not yet alight with the sun which peeks ever so slightly over the horizon, making the water glitter like it’s made of diamonds. The crew is usually asleep around this time which means you have about two hours before everyone is awake and feening for homecooked meals…specifically Sanji’s homecooked meals.

But today, you want to give him a break and cook for him and the crew for a change. Today is his day, the very day he was brought onto this beautiful, blue planet. His birthday! You originally had no idea what to do for him as Sanji isn’t a “birthday person”. You were shocked to hear that he didn’t even want a party.

“Don’t strain yourself, mon chéri,” he chuckled, kissing your cheek. “Every day is my birthday with you on my arm.”

Though the sweet talk worked for a little while, you still felt bad for not being able to give him anything for his birthday. Then one night, you came up with the perfect idea. Your man loves to cook for those he loves, so why not you cook for him and show him how much you love him?

It’s the perfect idea! Though you aren’t a master cook like Sanji, you can read a recipe and you’ve helped in the kitchen many times before. You want to show how much you appreciate him sweating over a stove to fix meals for you and the crew. How much you adore his passion and his loving nature. And the way to man’s heart is ALWAYS through his stomach.

So you tip-toe into the kitchen and begin to set up shop …but with a twist. Before you start cooking, you strip yourself of your robe and put on Sanji’s “Kiss The Cook” apron, tying it around your waist. It only covers your naked front, leaving the completely exposed so your thong and delectable asscheeks show. You giggle excitedly as you skip to the fridge for ingredients. Sanji is going to be soooo surprised!

You figure pancakes, eggs, and bacon are good enough, so you begin making those. You play music softly on the stereo that Sanji usually plays his music on, either something jazz-related or French, wash your hands, and begin to cook.

You butter up your pans. You pour milk into the bowl of beaten eggs and whisk them before pouring the yellow mixture into a nonstick frying pan for fluffy, scrambled eggs. You fry the bacon in a pan, loving the way it sizzles and snaps in the grease. You pop some yeast rolls dusted in flour and glazed with butter in the oven for twenty-five to thirty minutes.

Then you start on the pancake mix, humming to Michael Buble’s “Sway” as you do. You find yourself swaying your hips and naked ass beneath Sanji’s apron as you add eggs, flour, milk, vanilla extract, and cinnamon (Sanji’s secret ingredient to sweet pancakes and waffles) to the mix.

Though you find yourself multi-tasking to make sure things don’t burn, you also find yourself loving every minute of cooking. You love the many delectable aromas in your nose and the joy of doing something well. Is this what Sanji feels like every time he cooks? After placing the fluffy eggs on a plate and turning the bacon over in the pan, you begin to whisk the pancake batter with a firm hand like Sanji has taught you before, holding the bowl in the crook of your arm.

You sway your hips without a care in the world, humming happily to the music and smiling to yourself as you picture your boyfriend’s face once he gets a look at this delicious birthday breakfast…but little do you know, he is already getting a look at his breakfast by the door and it has zero to do with the food.

You hear a slight clearing of someone’s throat and it’s enough to make you jump and nearly drop the bowl. You whip around, finding Sanji leaning against the kitchen door. He is in the silk matching PJs he bought for you and himself though barefoot so you get a look at his big ass feet. Your eyes trail up to his crotch where you see the outline of him, meaning he’s freeballing this morning.

You practically foam at the mouth for a piece of that dick this morning, but you know that comes later. Sanji gives you a crooked smile, nodding at the stereo. “Nice song.”

You slowly inhale and exhale, slowing your hammering heartbeat. “What are you doing up?” you curiously ask. “I thought you were sleeping!” You turn to the counter, lowering the bowl of pancake batter down.

“Well, I woke feeling cold and I realized you weren’t in bed with me,” Sanji says as he wanders into the delicious-smelling kitchen. “Plus, somethin’ smelled good and I knew the others weren’t cooking. I initially thought I was just dreaming.”

You giggle, turning off the fire for the bacon and scooping them out with a spatula before placing them on a plate beside the eggs. The butter in the pancake ban has begun to sizzle so you carefully scoop a bit of batter into a spoon and pour it into the pan in an almost perfect circle. But shape doesn’t matter. You just hope it looks and tastes good.

“You’re up early,” he points out. “What are you doing out of bed, mon chere?” You feel him push himself up behind you, making you feel every outline of his muscles and his dick in his silk pants. You swallow hard, trying to focus on the sizzling pancake as he wraps his arms around you. “Cooking for the crew…but mostly for you.”

“For me?” Sanji questions, sounding confused. “You’re cooking for me? Why?”

You pause, flipping the pancake over to reveal a golden brown surface with crunchy, brown edges. The best kind of pancake! “Because…” You twist around in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “Today is a special day.”

You watch as your beautiful boyfriend’s face, still twinged with sleep and laziness in his eyes, scowls at you with a cute, confused pout. “Your birthday!” you exclaim. “Hello?! Did you forget about your own birthday, babe?” You run a hand through his unruly, blonde hair, too tempted to ignore.

Sanji shakes his head, still looking adorably befuddled. “No, I just figured it wouldn’t be a big deal for all of this.” You turn to take the pancake out of the pan and place it on a big plate to stack up late with pancakes. “All I’m doing is making pancakes,” you giggle as you pour another circle of batter into the pan. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but it still can be.”

Though you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed or even a beautiful spread of flapjacks, eggs, bacon, coffee, and fruit at the table, you know he is pleasantly surprised and overjoyed when he hugs you to his body oh-so tightly. “Oh, darling,” he coos. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to go through such trouble. You are my birthday present.”

After you flip the second pancake over, you flush at his sweet talk and twist around to face him. His lips are on yours immediately, claiming them in a kiss that is passionate at first but then quickly becomes passionate and heated. Soft moans travel into each other’s mouths as the hold you have around his neck grows tighter and you have to stand on your toes to reach him due to how tall he is.

Sanji’s hands begin to sneak around your waist to give your ass a squeeze and then trail up o the ties of his apron and your naked back. He briefly stops kissing you to look down at you in shock. “Wait….are you naked under here?” He looks down at your chest where, sure enough, your luscious breasts and hard nipples push through the apron. “It’s another surprise for you,” you purr.

Sanji nearly gets a nosebleed. He has to cover his mouth with one hand while the other quickly snatches at you, pulling you into his hardened cock under his pants. “Ah-ah,” you giggle, smacking his hands away. “No nookie until after I serve you.” Sanji’s eyes gleam with lust at your words.

“You know what I mean!” you whine, ignoring the throb in your panties as you push him towards the small breakfast table on the other side of the kitchen. “Now stop trying to turn me on and go sit down. I’m putting the pancakes on now.”

With a groan and a pout, Sanji does as you say and sits down, stretching his long legs out in front of him. You smile, feeling frisky and sexy after you pour the third pancake into the pan.

“Lemme just check on the yeast rolls,” you loudly announce before opening the oven door and bending forward, giving your man the perfect view of your ass.

“God!” he groans, making you giggle to yourself. “You’re killing me over here, baby. Please don’t tease me.” You close the oven and turn to him, finding him stroking himself through his pants, his face twinged with a red blush that makes him look absolutely adorable. You love how it’s so, so easy to rile him up.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you mock innocently say as you begin brewing some coffee. “I’m only checking on breakfast so I can serve you, sir.” At the mention of his favorite nickname in the bedroom coming out of those pretty, soft lips of yours, Sanji has to grab several napkins to clean up the drops of blood that have begun to ooze out of his nose.

You strut over to him once more, bringing a coffee mug and a pot of freshly brewed coffee with you. “Would you like some coffee while you wait for your food, sir?” you ask, staring down at him and slowly batting your lashes.

“You sure I can’t just have you?” he purrs, one hand sneaking sound your waist to smack your ass. The delicious sound of his hand making contact with your asscheek nearly makes you moan. “I don’t think he can wait until the pancakes are done.” He nods down at his cock that is throbbing in his pans. You think about throbbing in your mouth instead.

“Oh, he’s gonna!” you scoff, putting a hand on your hip. “I’ve been sweating in here since 7 AM doing this, so until then…” You sneak a hand up Sanji’s lap and give his cock a squeeze, gasping him to gasp. “You can just watch,” you seductively whisper and give his earlobe a nibble before skipping back over to the stove, much to his dismay and torture.

You can feel his eyes on you, your thick ass, beautiful legs, and award-winning, jiggly, soft titties as you move about the kitchen, flipping pancakes, setting the table, and preparing an ensemble of fruit. Finally, you finish cooking the pancakes and have a stack of them, golden brown and sweet smelling, that you’re proud of.

After bringing the plates of bacon and eggs over to Sanji, you also bring him the pancakes and a tray of sliced strawberries, mangoes, cantaloupe, pineapple, and freshly picked grapes from the fridge. In addition, you add a plate of soft butter for spreading, whipped cream, and a bottle of blueberry-flavored syrup for dowsing his pancakes in.

After putting an empty plate in front of him, you step away with your hands behind your back and respectfully bow. “Here we are, sir: a birthday breakfast just for you.”

Sanji looks at the food spread in awe as if you just roasted a hog and a turkey. “Darling,” he coos. “I still can’t believe you did this!” He smiles up at you, making you feel all warm and gushy inside. “Well, don’t be shy,” you giggle, nodding at his empty plate. “Dig in!”

Happily, he begins to stack some pancakes and eggs onto his plate. You watch with bated breath as slathers his pancakes in butter and drizzles it in syrup before cutting a bit of the fluffy, flat cakes and chewing into them. He chews once, twice, three times, and then swallows, not saying much for a moment. He just stares at the pancakes, making you anxious. “Well?” you nervously ask.

“It’s…” He slowly turns to look at you and a smile stretches across his lips “Baby, this is delicious!” he declares. He gazes up at you adoringly and gratefully, his eyes twinkling. “I’ve never had anyone do this for me before. Thank you.”

You feel relief and happiness overflow you, so glad that you didn’t fuck this up. “I’m so happy you love it,” you sigh. You bend down to peck him on the cheek, giving the curl on his forehead a flick. “You’re very welcome and happy birthday.”

You then turn to walk back to the stove but Sanji stops you by taking your wrist. “Aren’t you gonna sit down with me and enjoy this delectable breakfast too?” he asks. You shake your head, nodding at the pots and dirty pans stacked up on the stove. “I have to clean up first before the crew wakes up and…” The rest of your sentence dies when Sanji pulls you over and has you sit down in his lap.

With you now so close to him, he begins to pepper your neck in kisses, coaxing you to lean your head back and enjoy them. “What are you doing?” you giggle.

His one hand moves to the ties keeping the apron on your body, playing with them. “Enjoying my other birthday gift,” he murmurs against your skin. “The pancakes are delicious, my love, but I believe something else is just as yummy.”

He then pulls on one string, causing the apron to fall off of your body and expose your naked breasts to him. Attracted to your hard, brown nipples like a moth to a flame, Sanji attaches his lips to one of your nipples while he plays with the other, rolling the little bud between his thumb and index finger.

You gasp, arching your back and pushing your chest into his touch despite your protests. “B-But, Sanji,” you weakly protest. “Your food…”

“I have my food right here,” he softly growls before standing up with you in his arms and sitting you up on the table. “Don’t worry, I can heat it up later. I’d never waste such a meal you took the time to make me, mon chéri.”

A mischievous and lustful twinkle appears in his eyes as he spreads your legs and presses a hot, passionate kiss to your lips before ducking down between your legs to get rid of your soaked panties. “But I need to show you how much I appreciate such a gift, don’t I?” he asks, his voice much deeper and breathier than before.

Minutes later, you are gripping your boyfriend’s blonde locks for dear life as he spreads your thighs wide and laps at your gushing pussy like a hungered man despite the food spread on the table. He eats you out like you’re the best thing he has ever tasted, alternating between fast flicking and slow strokes on your clit and dipping lightly into your pussy.

Your eyes roll back and your back arches, your body completely seized with pleasure. “Shit, Sanji!” you moan. “S-Slow down! Someone could–oh, fuck–someone could come in and see us!”

“I don’t care,” he growls into your pussy, still licking and slurping away. “Let them see me kneeling before such a beautiful woman.” He moves his pillowy-soft lips to suck gently on your clit, making your toes curl by his ears. “Look at me,” he roughly pleads. You do, looking down to stare into his eyes between your legs. “Grab my hair, gorgeous. Put me where you want me. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

And you do, unable to hold back as he continues to eagerly, hungrily lap, suck, and slurp at your pussy, giving you ultimate pleasure. “Fuck, baby, yes!” you whine. “You’re so good at this! Such a good boy for me.” At the sound of praise falling upon his ears, Sanji moves his jaw faster, wanting to take you to the peak of ecstasy.

You giggle, loving how much of a switch your man is. The moment he gets some praise, he’s falling putty into your hands and turning into the cutest subby boy who only wants to please you and make you cum your brains out. “Aren’t you my good birthday boy?” you coo, stroking his hair back. “You love eatin’ this pussy?”

“Mmm-hmm!” he moans, still eagerly lapping away at all that you give him.

“Let’s make it even sweeter for you then,” you purr and reach over to get the bottle of syrup. Already aware of what type of time you’re on, Sanji stops eating your cunt to watch as you begin to drizzle some of the sugary, sweet, blueberry syrup onto your pussy lips. He is transfixed, loving the way the substance drips down your delectable, heavenly honeypot.

He digs in immediately, making you moan and swear like a sailor at the way he works his tongue and mouth. “Fuck, darling!” he moans into your pussy. “You taste so fucking good! I could eat you out for days! So fucking delicious…”

It doesn’t take long for his ministrations, mouth, tongue, and nose bumping against your clit to bring you close to the edge. Your thighs begin to shake and you can feel that knot in your core about to snap. “Sanji!” you whine. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby boy! I’m so close!”

Sanji hums happily into your pussy, looking up at you with his soft lips sticky with syrup and wet with all that your pussy gushed onto him. “Do it,” he begs. “Cum for me, mon chéri. Give me all that honey. Please!”

He continues to beg and plead for your cum until, finally, you spill all over him with a moan of his name. Bliss engulfs your senses as you cum deep in Sanji’s mouth much to his delight. He laps at your cream, cleaning up every spot that you could have possibly left wet until you are sensitive and twitching. With a soft sigh, he pulls away and licks at his lips, looking at you as he does so. “Definitely sweeter than the pancakes,” he sighs.

You don’t waste any time recovering. You don’t need to do that. All you need right now is him…preferably naked. So you slide off of the table and plant one on him immediately, catching him by surprise. He doesn’t stop you when you begin to get him out of his PJs, making him laugh when you quickly unbutton his top and untie his pants. You take his pants and undies down in one sweep, leaving him naked before you.

Your eyes hungrily trail over his toned, tan physique, blonde wisps of chest hair that always make you wet, and his hard, throbbing, leaky cock hanging like a third arm hanging from between his legs. He watches with literal heart eyes as you lower onto your knees with the syrup and the whipped cream, giggling mischievously as you do.

“Your turn,” you giggle before applying the whipped cream and syrup on his dick and slurping it up. He tosses his head back and moans as you suck and gag on his cock, quickly becoming messy with the sticky syrup and whipped cream dripping from your lips. You stroke his cock and fondle his balls too, loving how your pretty, long, pink nails look against his skin and his veiny cock.

Sanji praises you endlessly, nothing but sweet nothings and love talk dripping from his lips as he watches you give him neck on the kitchen floor. “Fuck, darling,” he sighs. “You’re such an angel, my love. I’m so, so lucky.”

You pop off of his cock, spit dripping from your mouth and your throat feeling tingly. “Put your hands on me,” you pant, lightly dragging your nails down his thighs the way he likes. “Grab my hair and fuck my face, Sanji. Show me how much you love my mouth.”

And he does. He grips the back of your hair and proceeds to fuck your face, pumping in and out, in and out, of your sloppy, eager throat. His handsome face flushes red as he watches you, his perfect woman, turn into an absolute slut for him as he rails through your throat like it’s your pussy. “S-Shit, Y/N!” he loudly groans. “That’s so fucking good. You take this cock so well, fuck!”

He allows you to pull away to breathe, but you still stroke him with your hand, pumping his cock in your face. “Not so loud, baby,” you giggle. “You don’t want the others to hear, do you?”

But you can tell Sanji is past the point of caring, his eyes dark and jaw tight. “I don’t give a fuck,” he growls, gently pushing you away from him to avoid spraying your face with his cum. “Stand up. I’ll be damned if I cum down my birthday gift’s throat instead of inside of her where I belong.” You giddily stand with a stupid smile on your face, loving it when he gets like this with you.

But then you smell it: the smell of burning bread that invades your nostrils. You know Sanji smells it too and turns to the oven immediately. “What’s that smell?” you wonder aloud and then gasp, horrified. “The rolls!” you squeak before hurrying over to the stove, naked. You open up the door and cough as a plume of smoke explodes into your face.

You quickly get an oven mitt and take out the tray, sighing in relief at the fluffy, golden rolls sitting there that are unharmed. You feel Sanji come up behind you, looking over your shoulder as you put the rolls on the kitchen counter. “They’re okay,” you reassure him. “That was a close call.”

“Good,” Sanji replies. “Now I get the perfect angle to do this.” His hand is suddenly bending you over the counter, forcing you to bend your knees, and his thick cock is sliding inside of you, stretching out your soft, soaking-wet pussy in the best way possible. “Oh, my God!” you gasp when you feel his dick begin to pump inside of you at a merciless, quick pace that steals your breath and feels so good that it hurts.

“Ah-ah, darling,” he chuckles, holding your hips still when you begin to squirm about. “No running from the birthday boy, especially when you’ve been teasing me for so fucking long.” He bends his knees to fuck you faster, harder, before slowing down to tease you, rolling his hips in a way that has you wanting to curse the stars and swear to God.

“Sanji!” you cry out before clamping a hand over your mouth. You even sound slutty! And you’re sure the rest of the crew would agree if they heard you. “Now look who’s loud,” he softly laughs in your ear, leaning in to coat your cheek and shoulder in kisses. “Fuck, darling, you feel so good wrapped around me. Go ahead, fuck me back.”

You do, tossing your ass back into him and fucking yourself on his thick cock, making both of you quietly moan and gasp as you do your best to keep your voices down. But it’s just too much. His dick is just too good! Sanji just knows exactly what to do to you too, cupping your tits and squeezing them as he fucks into you. “That’s it, good girl,” he praises you. “Such a good fucking girl takin’ that dick like that!”

You feel your second your orgasm rising to the surface and uncover your mouth to warn him. “Fuck, Sanji!” you whine in time with his thrusts. “I’m gonna…I think I’m gonna–”

“SANJIIIII!” The sound of Luffy’s voice scares the shit out of both of you, causing the urge to cum to fade. You gasp, covering your mouth again.

“Shit!” he hisses, looking toward the kitchen doors where you can hear Luffy padding around outside. He looks at you, putting a finger to your lips. “Shh, shh!” He clears his throat, making himself sound normal. “What, Luffy?” he calls.

“Is breakfast done yet?” the captain whines. “I haven’t eaten in hours and I’m staaaaarviiiiing!” Sanji begins to slowly roll his hips against, gliding against your G-spot. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. “Luffy, you were eating in your sleep last night,” he says, his voice strained. “And no, breakfast isn’t ready yet. Y/N is helping me and we have a mess in here.”

He speeds up, fucking you at a pace that nearly makes you scream your head off. “Don’t stop fucking me,” he demands. “Keep covering your mouth while you take this dick like a good little slut.” Your pussy clenches around him, making him groan as ruts into you like he’s trying to nail your G-spot until it’s mush.

“Y/N is awake?!” Luffy excitedly asks. “Let me come in and say hi!” You swear you’ve never felt such immense fear in your life until you hear Luffy’s footsteps.

“No!” Sanji yells. “I just said we’ve got a mess in here. We spilled some eggs and I don’t need you coming in here to make it worse.” He hand hooks underneath you to rub your clit, making you sob into your hand. “Just wait outside, alright?” he huffs. “Tell the others the same or no pancakes.”

“Awww,” Luffy groans. “Fine, but I get the first plate!” Sanji slows down a bit to listen until all traces of Luffy outside are gone.

“He’s gone,” he sighs, relieved. He pulls out of you and gives your ass another smack. “Get that ass up on the counter. We don’t have much time and I wanna see your pretty face when we cum together.” You turn around, legs wobbly and pussy tingling with need. “Yes, sir,” you breathlessly giggle as he scoops you up into his arms.

As soon as you’re up on the kitchen counter, Sanji slides between your legs, lines himself up, and slides himself back inside of you. He grips your hips and proceeds to fuck you stupid, pounding your pussy into the counter and getting you back to that edge of another orgasm in a snap. You grip his shoulders, sinking your nails into his skin, as you moan and sob in pleasure at his dick. “I-I don’t think I can keep quiet,” you squeak.

“Lemme help you then, my darling,” he pants before putting a hand on your mouth. Now you are free to moan, whine, whimper, and sob as much as you want, making all sorts of muffled sounds that only get louder the harder and faster he fucks you, his sweet girl. “So pretty…so fucking cute.”

Sanji stares deep into your eyes, forcing you to keep eye contact as he dicks you down in his kitchen, quickly becoming riled up at the look on your face. “You’re my girl,” he moans. “My woman. Only I can fuck you this way, you understand me?” You frantically nod, taking your hand off of your mouth to place on his cheek. “Yes, Sanji, please!” you sob. “Shit, I’m gonna cum! Please cum with me!”

“Gonna cum with you, baby,” he moans. “Gonna fill you up.” Sanji’s handsome face contorts in pleasure as he gets close with you, slamming his hips into you and causing the sound of skin slapping against the skin to mingle with the stereo music. “Cover my mouth!” he demands and you do just as he lets out a long, loud moan and explodes inside of you.

He covers your mouth too as you clench that tight, wet pussy around his addictive cock and cream all over it with a shudder and a silent moan as your orgasm drains all energy out of your body. You feel warm as Sanji fills you up, giving you so much that it spills out of you and down your thighs. His cock pulses and throbs inside of you as he holds you to him tightly as if he is afraid that you’ll disappear.

You embrace him back, cradling his head, damp with sweat, to your breasts and beating heart. You become one, panting together as you come down from your highs. Sanji finally pulls himself out of you, his cock soft and glistening with your mixed cum. The sight makes your pussy twitch excitedly. “I change my mind about not celebrating my birthday,” he pants. “You’ve convinced me, mon chèri.”

You give a smile and press your lips to his. “I’m so happy,” you softly laugh. “Now let’s get cleaned up before Luffy comes in here and sees us naked.” He laughs, agreeing with you, and helps you off of the counter before you gather your clothes. You sneak off to toss your silk PJs on before inviting the Strawhats to the dining area where they all give Sanji their happy birthday statements as they sit before the pancake feast.

Their wide eyes and joyous smiles fill you with warmth as Sanji comes to stand next to you, putting an arm around your waist. “Bon Appetit!” you exclaim, presenting the crew with your breakfast.

Luffy is already stacking a heaping load of pancakes and bacon onto his plate, utter happiness in his eyes. “Wow, thanks, Y/N!” he exclaims. “This looks amazing! Wait…where’s the rest of the syrup?!”

You and Sanji share a secretive smile as his hand creeps down to give your behind a squeeze.

THE END.

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errihaienx · 1 year

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HQ CAPTAINS : when someone tries to flirt with them ♡

(pre-timeskip , aged up characters)

quick disclaimer: these scenarios don't affect the original plot of the series. any information or events that contradict the original plot are purely fictional. (i do not own any of the characters)

warning: could be suggestive (Terushima's) and some inappropriate/cuss words

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ, ᴋɪᴛᴀ, ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ, & ᴛᴇʀᴜꜱʜɪᴍᴀ (ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ) ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟɪʀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

Doesn't really notice that someone is trying to flirt with him, or to be blunt he doesn't care.

But he will unknowingly embarrass the girl

"Eh? Why are you clinging your hands– Oh! Y/n is always like that to me omfg she's so cute."

Your name can be heard all the time, so the bitches won't stand a chance. Every person he sees and interacts with fails to grab his entire attention since all he can think about is his woman.

If a girl comes up to him he'll think of: "Woah that hairstyle doesn't look good on this girl, OMG DID I JUST IMAGINED MY BABY WITH THAT HAIR?! SHE'S SO DAMN FINE IM GOING NUTS" he'll be smiling and the girl might think that it was because of her :/

NO. JUST NO.

But okay, if someone will approach him he will walk out. But of course, if it's an important matter he will respond. And his response will be very dry

"I do not give my number so easily for Y/n's peace of mind, I shall take my leave."

Then he'll march his way to you, giving you a little smile acting like he didn't broke someone's heart just a minute ago.

He's a cute flirt only to you though

So girls be throwing themselves at him, but he doesn't give a fuck.

If someone will talk to him especially when it's a girl, openly showing their attraction towards him, he will converse with them and if they'd confess or ask him if he's available he will politely reject them.

"You always look hot Kuroo-san..."

"Thanks"

"How about we meet–"

"I am already deeply in love with someone. please excuse me."

He then turns around smirking, he's thinking of bragging it to you. He just wanna see your annoyed jealous face, he assures you that you're the only one for him.

Oh please the guy literally have fans

His supporters actually knows about his relationships, like every girl's name that he dated has their name and 'stats' on his fans' memos. The fans also concluded that his typical dating period with someone is 2-3 months.

He's very alluring, and he's also welcoming and so people think it's okay for them to flirt with him.

You had a couple of arguments with him about this matter. And because he doesn't want that, he will try his best to avoid them.

"Oikawa-san! My birthday is coming could you go out with me?"

"Ohoho, Happy birthday! But I don't want to sleep outside so.......I won't. You can have Iwa-chan right here-"

*/got punched by hajime

Despite of being straightforward, blunt, and gives off idgaf-with-your-feelings vibes he's still popular with girls

Even if the girl isn't done talking he'll leave immediately

He will simply tell them that he's in a relationship already, but that doesn't solve the situation. It ignites the girlies' desire to have him even more. He then eventually thought of a way on how he'll get rid of those kind of situations by involving one of the twins.

"You can ask me to be your date when Atsumu finally decided to leave volleyball alone."

"B-but Kita-san isn't that i-impossible?"

"That's the point."

The man is fine as fuck so the girlies love him

He will politely turn down them, you know. Your man is good 😌✨✨

"You are the karasuno's Captain, right? Oh my! The whole team's hot but of course the captain is way more-"

"Ah, no... Please spare me."

Some even visit his afternoon club practices just to interact with him, taking advantage of the fact that you are not in the same school as him.

This mf is a chick magnet

He has a habit of sticking out his tongue, and that's where his piercing prevails and with that girls flock around him.

He kinda likes the attention but of course, he's only yours. you two had arguments about this too but with terushima's personality you just gave up and told him that as long as the girls respect his boundaries as someone's man it is fine for you.

"OhmYgOsh tOnGuE pIerCiNg!?!? I bEt tHaT pIerCinG cOulD dO sO mUcH~ iT's sO cOoL!"

"I know right!?! I can make Y/n scream with just this!"

"Lucky Y/n!"

"No no no no! I'm the lucky one, heck I love her so much!!"

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The birth of the Dawn and the Dusk

synopsis: You planned your husband’s birthday months ago and even so something happens to not go according to the script.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, your twin sons Rufus and Lucas, Alberich family (Kaeya, his wife and daughter Callie), Adelinde

tw: established relatioships, domestic moment, pregnancy stuff, fluff, a little bit hurt/comfort

word count: 10.8k+ words

author’s note: so late for my man’s birthday,,, But I am happy this one is finally out! Also there is a surprise at the end of the fic~ Hope you’ll enjoy everything!!!

Family AU masterlist

You feel so tired. Body aches and eyes hurt - you barely managed to fall asleep tonight, keeping your husband awake too to coax you into a state of slumber. This also added emotional stress, the clawing guilt for depriving him of sleep right before such a meaningful and happy day, but the man kept lovingly reassuring you that he didn't mind and would support and comfort you always, especially now, when you are so vulnerable, just days away from welcoming your baby into this world.

Diluc was nothing but a saint throughout both of your pregnancies. However, while the first one was challenging for him too, because he was worried about the new role he'd have to fulfill and if he'd do it successfully, this one was easier on his end, so he channeled all his energy to you, being there for every step and every time you got overwhelmed, which, at first, happened way too often. Your other two kids used to be all over you asking questions about their unborn sibling, and while you love your angels to death, you truly do, - your hormones and their vigor sometimes created a bad mix. Luckily, it quickly got better, because Diluc took his time to explain to your boys why their mommy might be emotional or look really really tired, and that she isn't upset with them and they need to be more careful around her. After that, the three of them became your anchor, with boys cuddling to you quietly to soothe and console you every opportunity they had, and Diluc arranging everything for your utmost comfort.

With all of this you were determined to make this year's celebration of his birthday as amazing as every other you two shared. You weren't sure if you would have given birth already or still heavily pregnant when the 30th of April came, but you knew that in any outcome you'd be too exhausted to arrange anything. That is why you started your meticulous planning half-way into your pregnancy. Everything was a secret from Diluc, just as always, and he oh so tenderly smiled, whenever you tried to hide the notes you were making, only teasing you by stepping closer and hugging you from behind. But he was a fair man, he never glanced at your scribbles and plans, only burying his face in your hair and asking to stay like this with you and the baby for a little bit. It actually helped you to concentrate a little bit better.

In March the final version of your plan was already passed to the maids who'd be responsible for organizing and decorating, and you couldn't help but feel pride when they giggled and excitedly murmured upon checking your instructions. You did a great job.

But you must've also done something bad, if whatever gods of fertility above made it their goal to mess with your sleep schedule - the baby is way too active, keeping you awake at an ungodly hour, just like tonight. So exhausting…

You can feel movements behind your back and a moment later a pleasant warmth is spreading all over your stomach and back. A soft whine escapes your lips, but it’s quickly shushed by a quiet murmur next to your ear.

“Shh… My flame, it’s okay, I got you…” You hug a pillow in front of you tighter, burying your face in it, letting your husband cuddle to your back, keeping his palm spread over your bump. He always knows when the baby gets cranky, sometimes even before you feel it, ready to calm down both of you with the help of his presence and vision.

Pretty soon you feel comfy again, surrounded by pillows and a literal heater of a man, who peppers soft kisses along your bare shoulder. His heavy bangs tickle your skin, prompting the corner of your lips to twitch in a shadow of a smile; an arm, wrapped around your middle, doesn’t put any weight on your waist, perfectly controlled by sheer strength of its owner; his whole body becomes support to your back instead of a long pillow he removed previously to take its place and he playfully nudges your feet when you attempt to tangle your legs with his.. Oh, you love this man.

Suddenly a loud noise from the outside worms its way into your lulled conscience, and you flinch. Slowly your eyelids slide open and you groan quietly, ears catching a dissatisfied huff from the male beside you.

“I told them to be careful…” Diluc grumbles under his breath, but doesn’t leave his spot next to you, only lifting his hand slightly and starting to rub your stomach in soothing circles.

“Mmm… What time is it?” Pushing the pillow away you rub at your eyes, yawning. Your husband cranes his neck to look at the wall behind and hums.

“A little past ten.”

“Ten..? Oh no…” With a pout you kick some other pillows (and accidentally his legs) too, stifling another yawn with your hand. “I was supposed to wake up earlier for your special day… I am sorry I slept for so long.”

“Nonsense,” he digs his elbow in a mattress and lifts his upper body to reach for your cheek, smothering it with pecks. “You are nine months pregnant, my love. I would’ve let you sleep all day long, if I didn’t know you worked hard to make today exceptional for me.”

“Oh…” You sigh, finally blinking the sleep, that was clinging to your eyelids, off and throw an arm behind you, rolling your back a little, practically placing yourself on your husband, stretching with a content noise. Diluc sees an opportunity to wrap both arms around you, and carefully draw you even more on top of himself, face hidden in the side of your neck.

“Archons, you are pretty,” the heat engulfs your heart, born from his adoring tone, and spreads in tender waves through your whole being.

“Don’t you dare say having me in your arms is enough of a present for you,” your chiding makes him smile and shake his head.

“As much as that’s true, I won’t, for your sake,” you squint like a cat under the sun, when he places a kiss under your jaw. “Are you ready to get out of bed? Half an hour ago when I came downstairs, and immediately got kicked out by Adelinde, I managed to catch a glimpse of Kaeya and our sons. I am sure Callie and her mom have joined them by now too.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You widely smile, sleep forgotten as if the need in it was always non-existent. “Yes, I want to start getting ready. Please, help me, ‘luc.”

“With greatest pleasure.”

Letting the Alberich family spend the night was one of your greatest decisions made in preparations for Diluc’s birthday. There is no way to guess when throughout the day you might feel light-headed or tired, so them being at the Winery from the very morning till the very evening increases the chances to get an opportunity when all of you can enjoy the celebration together.

When you descend down the stairs, with Diluc practically glued to your sight, holding your arm to support, Kaeya’s face is the first one you spot among the others. He looks absolutely cozy with his pajama-like-looking pants, matching shirt and a knee-long robe, hanging on his shoulders untied. His face lights up with a smile, when his eye lands on you two, and he hands one of the maids nearby the box he’s been holding previously.

“Aren’t these our dear birthday boy and his lovely wife?” His voice is smooth, never lacking his ever-present teasing lilt, as he makes his way to you.

“Don’t make it look like you see me for the first time today,” Diluc grumbles, letting go of your hand, so you could give your brother-in-law a side hug.

“Oh? I am sorry, Diluc, but could I really tell Adelinde not to kick you out? My charms do not work on this amazing woman.”

“Because this woman raised you and is immune to said charms,” the woman in question appears behind the Cavalry Captain, with a sweet smile plastered on her face. “Come on, go help your wife - I don’t doubt she is skilled, but three kids are still a handful.”

“Haha, aren’t you subtle? If I didn’t know how much you adore me, I’d say you are kicking me out,” the star-shaped pupil twinkles with concealed merit, to which the head maid tenderly scoffs.

“Gotta make it even between the brothers,” she teases him back, and he gasps in pretense hurt, to which Diluc rolls his eyes, but a smug-looking smile doesn’t escape your sight.

“Sure, sure,” Kaeya jerks his chin up, still faking the offense, and turns around to leave. The woman shakes her head at his antics, short blond hair gently swaying, complimenting the fond look on her face. With one of her boys gone, she devotes her attention to the other, smiling apologetically.

“I am sorry for shoving you out the way I did, Master Diluc, but Lady Y/n really wanted to be here when you came to witness what she had planned for you. I hope you can forgive me for forbidding you from the first floor of your own house.”

“I can never be mad at you,” Diluc’s lips form a small smile as well, and he steps closer, gingerly embracing her. “After all, you raised me too.”

The older woman chuckles, patting his back, and your gaze softens. Every year you get lucky to see this display of special motherly affection, the one where you get sad a little, because your child grows older, further and further from the little boy you used to know and take care of, but you still are so happy for how far he managed to come. That’s what Adlinde’s face tells you every single year, those are the tears of joy that are brimming her summer-green eyes.

“Adelinde,” you softly call and she glances at you, with her arms still wrapped around her master’s, her kid’s broad back. “I haven’t had an opportunity to congratulate my husband yet, would you like to be the first this year?”

Vibrant eyes slightly widen, and then unspoken affection swirls in them.

“Thank you,” your heart skips a beat, crumbling under the sincerest gratitude the woman offers you for simply giving her such an opportunity.

She turns to Diluc again, and a small, delicate hand reaches up to brush away the fiery bangs that got even wilder as the man got older. A thumb runs over his cheekbone, feeling a small scar underneath, remembering, comparing to the pouty rosy cheek of a little boy, who used to cling to her skirt and seek her attention and advice, with that adorable sparkle in his warm ruby eyes and a wide grin with a tooth missing. Now a tall man is standing in front of her, who suffered many losses and hardships she couldn’t possibly protect him from, but who eventually found his happiness and found it in himself to fully enjoy it.

And that’s all she ever wished for him.

“Happy birthday, my boy,” her voice trembles with emotions, but she manages to get a hold of herself. The other hand comes to cup his other cheek and tilt his head down, so, standing on her toes, she could place a lingering kiss to his forehead. “Happy thirty eighth year of your life, my dawn. I am so proud of how far you’ve come and I wish for nothing more, but for your happiness to grow. I know your father would tell you the same.”

Oh, Archons. That last phrase made you emotional, hitting your poor heart even harder than the tender exchange between the two. And seeing the look on your husband’s face, the quiet hitch of his breath, the slight tremble of his lower lip and unspoken yearning in his flaming eyes, you have to silently excuse yourself from the scene, too scared to ruin the moment by your very possible waterworks. You’ll let the two have their moment, meanwhile you can see what your sons and brother-in-law’s family is up to.

You find the five of them in a separate room, which was long ago reconstructed and redecorated into something akin to a living room (additional wall was added to divide the hall part from this space to grant you and kids privacy if any partner of Diluc stopped by to discuss the matters with either him or Elzer). Both boys and the girl are sitting on the carpet-covered floor, vigorously discussing something - you even catch the pieces of the argument they’ve been having for months. Ever since the twins’ father agreed to consider getting them a dog, they and their older cousin could not shut up about what name the creature should have. At first it was cute, now it’s the reason for a headache, when the three of them cannot reach an agreement.

But the childish debate is quickly tuned out when you recognize the adorable new two-piece indoor outfits you purchased specifically for today. Your older son has the sleeves of his orange pullover rolled while he wildly gesticulates, the usual unruly mass of his untied hair swaying from side to side like a flame turned upside down. Lucas on the other hand has his cheek supported by his fist with an elbow digging in his knee, clad in yellow pants, and watches his brother and cousin with an 'I am so done with them' look, so uncommon for a six-year old, that it almost makes you snort. Callie, wearing similar in style pants and pullover, but sharing a pretty blue color with her father, is actively arguing with Rufus, however there is something different from the redhead's pure decisiveness. There are clearly some hints of Kaeya's mannerism, especially that quirk of her lips. What a cheeky twelve-year old.

“Y/n!”

Your attention is quickly drawn to the smiling woman, who is rising from the couch she’s been sharing with her husband just seconds ago. Mirroring her smile, you swiftly rub your eyes, getting rid of happy tears, caused by a scene at the bottom of the stairs.

“Are you okay?” Concern is laced in your friend’s tone, as she walks to you and puts her palms on your elbows in a comforting gesture. You only shake your head, making a small step closer, so you can give her a hug.

“Yeah, yeah, I am good, don’t worry. Just saw something very heart-warming.”

“Oh, alright,” she sighs in relief. “Are you hungry?"

Good question, actually. You concentrate on what your body feels and craves, softly rubbing your belly. No, still only the aching and ever-present fatigue.

"Not necessarily, but if you all haven't eaten yet, we can do it now. Diluc should soon join us, and after breakfast we can start our stay-inside party."

Your friend nods in agreement, squeezing your elbows affectionately, and then turns to look at the three kids still sitting on the floor, so engrossed in their conversation that they seem to not have even noticed you enter.

"Hey, kids,” only Lucas perks up at his aunt’s call, while Rufus and Callie keep arguing, ignoring everything around them. “Kids,” is said firmer, but still to no avail. As the younger twin gets up from the floor, you share a knowing look with the woman.

“Callie Alberich.”

“Rufus Ragnvindr.”

And as if by magic the conversation is cut short, two sets of worried eyes staring back at the unamused-looking moms.

“Good, we finally have your attention,” Mrs Alberich hums, taking your hand and leading you to the armchair, helping you to sit down. “Now, who’d be a dear and go to the kitchen to let the maids know they can serve breakfast?”

“I will, mom,” the girl says before Rufus can open his mouth and carefully pushes him and his brother in your direction. “You two, go say hi to your mama.”

Kaeya’s eye twinkles, when he easily guesses his daughter’s intentions, but keeps his mouth shut, watching his nephews practically sprint to their mom and climb onto the armrests.

��She went to congratulate uncle Diluc, didn’t she?” His wife quietly asks, taking a seat next to him, and the man only chuckles, wrapping an arm around her waist, bringing her even closer. Yeah, his girl really likes her uncle, adores even, which has been absolutely mutual from the moment the redhead was handed the small baby to hold for the first time. The Dawn Winery owner has always played an important role in the girl’s life, and before his sons were born, the man was absolutely wrapped around his niece’s finger. She doesn’t remember that, of course, but she does remember how she begged for cousins, and feels very proud of the fact, claiming that it’s because of her request uncle and aunt now have two cute boys, whom she really-really loves and enjoys spending time with, despite being twice as old as them.

But uncle is still her favorite out of the whole Ragnvindr family. So getting first to the man and wishing him a happy birthday is an absolute must.

“I am sure she won’t forget about breakfast,” Kaeya hums eventually, focusing on his sister-in-law and nephews, who, in their orange and yellow costumes paired with the color of their hair, remind him of two little candlelights.

“I love the cozy style you decided on for the clothes,” he comments, drawing your attention from twins, who settled against the sides of your stomach, resting their heads on your shoulders.

“Really?” An excited smile worms its way onto your face. “I am glad you think so! I thought they were perfect for spending the day inside."

"They are!" Mrs Alberich claps her hands together. "I adore this pretty dress and yours looks so wonderful too! The fabric is very soft, when I put it on this morning I thought I was hugged by a fluffy cloud. Oh, what color does Diluc have by the way?"

"Papa has gray" Rufus chimes, before reaching out to your stomach to gently pat it. "Mama, did you get the baby one too?"

"I did, Ru," you reassure him, remembering the cute white onesie you decided to purchase on a whim to match the vibe. "Soon she or he will be able to wear it."

"Speaking of the baby, you've never told us the name you picked. Is that a secret?"

"It really isn't,” your tone is soft, and your gaze is tender, as you look down at your belly. “We do have a small list, but our decision was to choose when the baby is born. We agree on every name on that list, and Diluc believes it's just going to click which one is perfect when we see them, just like it happened with these two," you turn your head from side to side, kissing each boy's cheek, making them squeal happily. In reality it was a little bit different.

Obviously you didn't expect to have twins, so your list was created on the basis of eventually picking only one name. But when there appeared to be two babies, two little boys, everything had to be reconsidered. You and your husband (surprisingly more him than you) thought it'd be cute if there was something that would show their twinly bond. That's when it clicked quickly - Diluc came up with Rufus and you did so with Lucas, affectionately calling them Ru and Lu. This time you also considered different kinds of name combinations for possible outcomes, but ultimately decided to let the future tell.

"Okay, that's fair," Kaeya smiles, putting his cheek on top of his wife's head - the woman made herself comfortable on his shoulder, watching you and your sons with a sweet smile of her own. "Promise to invite us over when you feel strong enough to have visitors to meet another member of the Ragnvindr family?"

"Of course, I promise, Kae. And you'll be the first ones to kno- aaah!"

Everyone in the room jumps when a sharp cry of discomfort escapes you. Unwrapping your arms from around the twins, you lean forward and clutch your stomach. Surprised, the boys get down onto the floor and move right in front of you, worry evident on their faces. You mean to reach out to comfort your babies, to reassure him, but another surge of pain prevents you from doing so, and you groan, hands still on the stomach. Kaeya is next on his feet, closely followed by his wife, and just a second later the man scoops both redheads in his arms, while your female friend crouches before you, with both palms on your knees.

"Kaeya, boys - out. I'll handle it."

"But mama is hurt-," Lucas tries, not taking his eyes off of your curled figure, as his brother attempts to wrestle his way out of his uncle’s hold. Both look panicked, and the Cavalry Captain has to gently shush both of them, pressing their bodies even closer to his chest..

“Don’t worry, she is alright and she will be alright when we return, okay? Now, let’s go and find your father-”

“Oh.”

The man stumbles over his words, hearing a surprised noise, and immediately glances up at you, met with an expression of total disbelief.

“Archons, what is it? Y/n, please, don’t scare us like tha-”

“I think my water just broke.”

He barely holds himself back from cursing in front of his little nephews. His wife, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber, absolutely unphased, with not even an ounce of worry present on her face or in her actions. She rises from her crouched position and turns to look at her husband, who in a second became an anxious wreck, as if it is his beloved who is having contractions.

“Love,” she speaks calmly, “take the boys, find Callie and Diluc and get the kids ready to go out for a walk. Also ask someone to inform the midwife that Y/n has possibly gone into labor. And for the Seven’s sake, don’t dump this information onto your brother as if someone is dying, we don’t need a panicked dad right now.”

“Got it,” his legs start moving even before he thinks about it, and with two boys held in a death grip, Kaeya runs out of the room. He startles a couple of maids in the hall, along with Diluc, who’s just walked out of the kitchen, holding his niece’s hand. The hero of today’s occasion lifts his eyebrows, staring at the disheveled form of his brother, and an uneasy feeling starts rising in his chest when he notices the barely concealed panic in his periwinkle eye.

“Kaeya, what’s going on?”

“Okay, birthday boy, I need you to stay calm no matter what I tell you now, alright?"

"Are you sure you are the one to tell me to stay calm?" Red brows meet together in an alarmed manner. "What's gotten into you? Where are our wives?"

Another sharp cry, easily recognised as yours, is heard from the living room, and in a quieted hall everyone is finally becoming aware of something going on, something very unplanned.

"Um, so, as I said, stay calm, 'luc. However hard it is to believe, your wife might’ve gone into labor.”

“What!?”

Loud gasps of the maids fall almost deaf to Diluc’s ears when he hears the news. Immediately one of the girls chirps that she’ll go find the midwife and quickly scurries away, while two more run upstairs to go and check the room specifically prepared for such an occasion. Someone steps up and takes Callie, bringing her with Kaeya and twins somewhere else, but honestly, the redhead doesn’t notice it. The only thing his mind keeps repeating is that his wife needs him.

When he bursts into the living room you’ve already gotten onto your feet, one hand gripping Mrs Alberich’s shoulder and the other pressed to your stomach. The grimace on your face and heavy breathing is an evidence itself of your state, and Diluc appears at your side in a flash of gray and crimson, wrapping an arm around your back.

“My flame, keep breathing. Everything is alright,” his deep voice is comforting and you lean your forehead into his chest, whimpering.

You nod, letting go of your friend’s shoulder, and Diluc takes it as an opportunity to lift you in his arms - there is no way he’s making you walk, especially when the point of your destination is the second floor. You do not even complain, instead focusing on trying to relax the best you can, exercising proper breathing and counting.

“I am so sorry, ‘luc. I wanted this day to be special and now I am ruining it…”

“No, you are not,” he says firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Rather you are making it even more special. I know you worked hard, but I also know that all of it won’t go anywhere and we’ll have a moment to enjoy it properly afterwards. You are much more important right now, so let’s get you to the bedroom.”

Kaeya was right - it is hard to believe. Of course, it’s not clear yet, it still could be just false labor pains, but never in his entire life could Diluc imagine that one of his kids would be born on the same day he was. When he lays you down onto the bed with pristine white sheets and lets the midwife examine you, the heart in his chest is going absolutely crazy. He can’t bear to see that painful look on your face, how your pretty eyes squint and teeth are gritted, but he will rather fall dead in that same room, than leave it, leave you without his support.

You lift your hand and reach for him. Someone pushes a chair closer and he sits down, grasping your sweating hand with both of his and suddenly a memory flashes before his eyes. It’s been twenty years and he thought he has healed, but the rainy day and a man’s big hand he was clasping in his own come back to haunt him. His mind starts screaming. What if something goes wrong? What if he loses someone dear to him again? What if it’s the last time he feels the warm touch of the person who brought him out of his misery? What if it’s the last time he hears your voice and the distressed tone of it is what he’ll remember you like? Please, no, whoever is listening, don’t do it, don’t take you and the baby away from him, please, don't-

“Diluc,” his eyes snap open and he becomes painfully aware that he is shaking. But it's not about him, despite what day it is today. Right now everything is about you.

Inhaling deeply and sharply exhaling, he blinks away the images of the past and focuses on your face instead. It’s not twisted in pain now, instead you are smiling at him, the adoration in your eyes unmistakable and the squeeze you give his fingers is sobering.

“Did you hear that? It’s actually happening. My water actually broke. Our baby will be here soon. I can’t promise I won’t curse you back and forth like during the first time, but I’ll really try.”

At that moment, pushing the dread aside and leaning forward to press a sweet reassuring kiss to your lips, the man thinks that if it was legally allowed he’d marry you again.

It’s been a couple of hours since the Alberich couple left the Winery with all of the kids. It took Kaeya awhile to calm the boys down, while Callie remained uncharacteristically quiet, glancing at her mom from time to time, because her mother always knows what is going on, but this time, for some reason, isn't telling her.

Eventually both adults managed to persuade the three of them that they are on a mission to get some lovely flowers for Diluc and you - they made sure to pick different kinds that do not grow together for the process to take more time. Fortunately, it brought smiles back onto those cute little faces, and the couple let out a sigh of relief, watching their daughter and nephews, as the group went from one location to another. Lucas, being a dear he is, suggested that mom and dad deserved the biggest bouquets ever and Rufus doubled it, so now they are indeed on a mission to gather as many flowers as they can.

Making a pretty big circle, the five of them returned close to the Winery - but not quite. Settling near the Statue of the Seven, Kaeya stays to watch over the kids picking up windwheel asters and guard the bouquets they’ve already managed to create. The location allows him to oversee the vast grounds that belong to the Ragnvindr family, but also observe his wife’s figure getting smaller and smaller, but closer and closer to the main building. It was decided that soon everyone would get hungry, so she went to bring some food, but also to check on the situation at hand.

The sun hangs high in the sky and Kaeya squints in delight, letting the warm rays caress his face. Ah, what a wonderful day… With a puff of air he sits down and immediately lays his back on the soft ground, cracking his eye open. Not a cloud in sight, only the magnificent blue hues surrounding the brightest star, that’s the sight his brother deserves to have on his birthday - what a pity he can’t see it, stuck inside due to unplanned, though long-awaited, circumstances.

It is a perfect day for the twins’ sibling to be born, and for a brief moment a thought passes the Cavalry Captain’s mind - that maybe it’s the final step for Diluc to heal from all the pain and sorrow that whole 18th birthday situation caused him. Of course, it’s hard to tell, it was a seemingly endless nightmare after all, but he hopes for it, for this bundle of joy that is the redhead's third child to overshadow the loss of their father on this exact date.

Deep in his thoughts he doesn’t notice how Rufus comes closer, dividing equally the amount of flowers he’s gotten, putting one half in his dad’s pile and the other in mom’s one. Then he steps even closer, casting a small shadow across his uncle’s chest. Kaeya snaps out of it only when he feels a soft nudge, head turning and seeing that the boy carefully pushed the tips of his sandal against the lying man’s ribcage.

“What is it, Ru?” His voice sounds a bit lazy, but at least there is not even a hint of his initial panic - worry would only provoke the twins to feel concerned about the scene in the living room all over again, and he doesn't want that, their parents wouldn't want that.

The little flame in front of him watches closely with wide eyes, which in combination with wild red hair makes him look like a fluffed up owlet.

Totally Diluc’s kid.

“We picked a lot of flowers… When are we coming home? I wanna see mama and papa. And also I’m hungry…”

“Yeah, dad, me too,” Callie pops behind her cousin, staring at Kaeya with bright eyes. She’s holding a mix of windwheel asters and sweet flowers, and the keen dark eye spots a small ladybug crawling up one of the stems. Equally small white lie wouldn't hurt.

“Your aunt is setting an additional surprise right now,” yeah, that’s literally the best explanation he can give them, “but this one takes time, and we need to be patient for her, okay?”

“But if it’s a surprise, why did Uncle Diluc stay? Doesn’t make sense,” His daughter is too sharp sometimes, but that’s why he is proud of her.

“This one requires his presence, so she doesn’t have to worry about messing up. I believe you’ll like it, so let’s give them time. As for the lunch - our precious Snowflake will soon bring us something to eat.”

“Don’t call mom that in front of me,” Callie grumbles, kicking his hip, and the man gasps, hand immediately flying to grab the assaulted place.

“But snowflakes are pretty!” Lucas, who appeared somewhen during the conversation, stares at the older girl in confusion. “They are very pretty and have unique forms… Your mom is pretty and unique too!”

“I know she is, but sometimes it’s just argh. Oh! Doesn’t your father call your mother ‘my flame’?”

“Yes, he does,” Rufus confirms with a nod, sitting down onto the ground. Kaeya turns onto his side, ignoring the dull pain and supports his cheek with a fist. Well, this is amusing~

“Don’t you find it a little too much sometimes?” Both twins shake their heads, red bangs bouncing with the motion, and the girl sighs in exasperation. “Wait till you are as old as I am, you’ll realize how cringe it is.”

“What’s ‘cringe’?”

Kaeya snorts. It’s funny when a twelve-year old speaks of her age with such intonation. It never ceases to amaze him how well his daughter adapted in the role of an older sibling to her cousins. She quickly realized her leading position and it was and still is very clear in her attitude, especially right now, as she is educating them on the meaning of the word 'cringe'. She cares for them a lot though, so he can hardly find a situation where she abused her power in the dynamic the three of them have. Besides, both Rufus and Lucas are far from stupid - probably ones of the brightest kids he’s ever had encounters with, and already have their opinions, so despite loving and admiring Callie they still can fight her back verbally. The only difference is that this is Rufus’ style of handling arguments with her, while Lucas prefers more tranquil approaches. Watching the three interact, Kaeya can't help but wonder what kind of personality would the baby develop.

Ah, it’s going to get so much livelier~

It’s another half an hour, during which he sneakily stole the spotlight from his girl and entertained the kids with made-up, but attention-grabbing stories. His wife's arrival catches them all by surprise - just like everything else about her, as she shouts their names and waves at them the best she can with a basket hanging off of her elbow. She is not alone though. With delight overtaking their expressions, kids spot the most loving and kind (obviously favorite) maid at her side holding the rest of the baskets Mrs Alberich couldn’t carry on her own. Kaeya hasn't even sat up yet, and the kids are already speeding in her direction.

“Addieeeee!”

Overjoyed, in an instant they are all over her and the woman gently laughs, settling down the baskets and staying in a crouched position to hug all of them. As she is telling them to help her with unfolding the blanket, Kaeya rises to his feet, right in time to put his arms loosely around his wife's waist to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"Thanks for the food and bringing additional help," he murmurs, smooching her again and taking the baskets away. Freed arms encircle his neck and soft lips press against his in return, stealing the man's breath away.

"Don't mention it. Adelinde figured we might need her, and she is right, personally I am at my wit's end," she sighs, glancing behind to make sure the kids are occupied with the task the head maid gave them. "As for the news - everything is going smoothly so far, but it'll take some more hours. Other maids suggested visiting Springvale or maybe going to the City, and I agree."

"Yes, that sounds reasonable…" Kaeya hums, inwardly admitting that some remaining weight has just been lifted off of his shoulders. "You think we'll have to return in the morning or…?"

"No. Before we left, Adelinde checked in with Diluc - apparently he'll send his falcon to deliver a message once everything is over."

Ah, yes… the falcon his brother personally trained once again just a couple of years ago after the passing of his very first winged companion. And once again Kaeya was that one person the bird will always find, no matter where he is.

"Delightful. Then let us have our lunch. What you've got there, hm?"

"What was supposed to be put for the celebratory breakfast we all missed. It'd be such a pity if the food went to waste, wouldn't it?"

"True," the Cavalry Captain sighs and, adjusting his hold on the baskets, leads both of them to the rest of their little group. “What a chaotic morning…”

The drawn together heavy curtains do not let a ray of a settling sun into the quiet room. The crimson painting the sky is undoubtedly beautiful, mesmerizing even, but no one dares to disturb your rest with a blazing color. The smell of freshly cleaned bedding is appeasing, but the fluffed up pillows that have the scent of your husband clinging to them is your main source of comfort - you faintly remember it, but you are sure of nearly snarling at whoever suggested changing the linen for them too before bringing you to the master’s bedroom. Poor maid must’ve been so scared, you’ll have to apologize to her later…

The slight guilt sparked by the memory is what makes you pass the line between dream and consciousness. You force your heavy eyelids open, but immediately squint a little from the light of the candles on the walls. A soft groan escapes your throat and you drop your head to the side, hiding from the light and blinking to make the eyes adjust. Succeeding in it, you take a quick look around the room, wondering if you were left alone to repose, or someone remained to monitor your condition.

That’s when you spot him. Or rather the gorgeous mane of ruby hair, shiny in the candlelight, thrown in a proper high ponytail, streaming down his upper back. He’s changed his clothes too - there is a hazy recollection of someone telling him to go and do so, and what a nice view it is, to see the gray pajama pants and pullover to be replaced with dark cherry - almost blackish - shirt, carmine vest and dark pants. But that’s not the most pleasing sight. Your heart almost melts, when the standing man turns around and you see a bundle of blankets delicately held in his strong arms. Vibrant eyes show every single emotion Diluc feels, looking at your baby. There is pure joy, happiness, bliss, love, promises to protect, to care, to cherish, to make every single day of life important and special. It’s so similar to the scene of nearly seven years ago, but without your husband bawling his eyes out with both arms occupied by twins. Well, maybe he did, a little, when you were resting, but you’ll never know.

You observe them for a little longer, the picture so perfect, you regret not having a Kamera in your hands right now to imprint a moment in a photo. Though you doubt you’d have strength to lift the thing enough to snap one and not make it blurry, so, just watching would suffice for now.

However Diluc’s senses are sharp, and when someone stares at him for longer than a couple of seconds - he knows. The warmth of the tamed flames seeps right through the eye contact, penetrating every cell in your body with welcomed heat. That may be the trick of the light, but his dark pupils dilate upon looking at you, and the blush creeps to your cheeks. Damn this man and him giving you looks like you are the whole world.

“Hey, love,” you softly call, the sound blending into the tender atmosphere, becoming a part of it, becoming Diluc’s source of oxygen for a brief second.

“Hello, my flame,” his voice can hardly mask the adoration and eagerness, with which he takes his next actions, makes it clear how excited he was for you finally awakening. With light steps he moves to the bed and carefully bends down. The touch of his lips is gentle, yet the feeling hidden behind it steals your breath away and your own lips part. Diluc murmurs something about wanting to give you so many kisses to compensate for the hours you spent in labor, and you breathlessly laugh at his adorable confession.

“It’s alright, ‘luc. Besides you are such a beautiful sight for a sore eye, how can I complain when my husband is all dressed up for me?”

“Oh, my flame,” his tone is oh so silken. “You are the beautiful one here. You looked so serene in your sleep, and now you shine like the brightest star.”

“Oh, stop that, I am sure I look like hell.”

“Not at all,” he shakes his head, long and fluffy bangs barely swaying. “You are wonderful. But how are you feeling? Need anything? Maybe you’d like to rest a bit more? I’ll take care of everything for you.”

You know he will, and this is one of the reasons that make him a great husband and an amazing father.

“No, no, I am fine, I feel better. It’s finally over. Our son is here.”

Yes, your son is here. Are you surprised it’s a boy again? Not really, there always was a gut feeling your older sons would have a little brother as their sibling, and by the red hairs you spotted when the baby was passed to you for the first time there is now a solid confirmation that Ragnvindr genes are insane.

“I want to hold him. May I?”

Without answering your question directly, Diluc carefully places the baby on the free space on the bed and helps you to adjust the pillows and sit up. Then the boy is instantly in your arms and Diluc kicks his shoes off to climb next to you. The sides of your heads touch, and you smile when his big hand is placed under yours, to provide additional support.

Your son is sleeping. So tiny and wrapped in all those blankets he is so peaceful. You swallow harshly to fight the tears back and shakily sigh, rapidly blinking. Rough fingers move your hairs away from your face and lovingly caress your cheek, reminding you that everything is okay.

“You did so well, my love… You are incredible, you know that?”

A choked chuckle erupts from your mouth and you sniffle.

“I am, am I not? But it’s also a miracle that he decided to come out right on your birthday.”

The man presses the firmest kiss he’s given you this evening to your temple and wraps his free arm around your shoulders, bringing you even closer. The thumping of his heart is palpable and makes you want to cry again.

“You know…” lifting your head, you come face to face with your husband, and there is a smile playing on his lips, one that is both bright and a bit melancholic. “Now there is one more reason to look forward to my birthday. To celebrate mine with you all and to celebrate his like that too.”

“Oh, we can have two parties!” You beam, closing your eyes and picturing it in your head. “Yours would be obviously in the morning, and his would be in the evening- oh, Ru and Lu would be so delighted to have two cakes to eat instead of one,” you share a soft laugh. Which actually reminds you…

“Have you sent anyone to notify them they can come home? I feel so bad that they had to spend your birthday away from you…”

“Don’t worry, dear. The message has been delivered and they should soon be here. And there is always tomorrow to start with the party all over again. I believe it was a smart decision to get kids out of the house. You know how protective twins are around you - they would’ve worried themselves out of their minds.”

You have to admit that Diluc is right - no need for your boys and niece to hear you scream and curse whoever was present for hours, and you can trust the Alberich family to keep them safe and entertained.

“Well then, if everything else is settled, my heart and mind are at peace… But we still have one important thing to do. The name. And before we go down the list, may I suggest something, please?”

“You are the mother, you have the most say in it,” his words make you lift an eyebrow at him, yet he only smiles. Shaking your head you poke your nose into his cheek.

“What a gentleman you are…"

"That's what my dad told my mom," he says as if in his defense. "And I agree with him on that one - after all, it's you who carried him for nine months and kept him healthy."

"Alright, alright, I could speak of all the ways you provided for me so I could do that, but I know you won't accept this kind of praise. Okay, I will have a say in it," Diluc scoffs, but you only give him a teasing wink. "Speaking of your parents, remember how you told me that your mother chose the name ‘Diluc’, because you were born in the early hours of dawn?” He nods, fondness reflecting in his eyes. “She also did it, because your father’s name means ‘twilight’, ‘dusk’ and she wanted them to match, right?” He nods again, but this time it’s confusion and a bit of hurt that are hiding behind his crimson pools of fire. Still holding the baby, you do your best to interlace your fingers with his, still supporting your hand, and the redhead takes notice of it, helping you, until there is a nice hold on each other's digits.

Swallowing thickly you take a deep breath to calm your nerves. Diluc would never be mad at you, but what you are going to suggest next is pretty huge.

"It's not on the list, but I took interest in this one when we were researching. The main meaning of this name is 'Sun'. However, there were languages that gave it a slightly different meaning, let's say, time-specific? And now, since our son was born on the 30th of April and almost at sunset, I thought that this one might be perfect. It's… It's Cyrus. And it can have the meaning of 'dusk', 'twilight', just like your father's name does."

The clock on the wall is ticking and that's the only sound in the room. You can barely hear your hearts beating or air entering and leaving your lungs, but your mind is in a race against itself, and you start second-guessing that maybe giving him a big reminder about that day was a mistake. Diluc’s been healing, you know that, you’ve been here all these years to witness his progress and be proud of him, but it still must hurt. His silence is worrying, but despite your own nervousness you give him time to process, to let the thought sink in and register what exactly you are implying.

You spend a few minutes quietly. Your husband never loosens his hold on your shoulders, and it soothes you when his thumb starts rubbing over your knuckles absent-mindedly. His warm breath caresses your skin, lulling your alerted senses to the point of tranquility, and you sigh audibly, lowering your head on his shoulder. And then you finally hear him speak again.

“Cyrus… It’s a lovely name. I… I really like it. No, I love it.”

“Yeah?” A soft murmur of your question sends a wave of delight to the man’s swelling heart. “You do?”

“I do. I think it’s perfect. But…are you really sure you want to honor my father?”

“He meant a lot to you, ‘luc,” you straighten up and turn to have a better view of the redhead. There are unshed tears clinging to his thick lashes and he doesn’t even blink, looking down at your son. “Listen, my love,” carefully sliding one hand from beneath the baby’s body you bring it to Diluc’s cheek, making him face you, making him gulp and lean into your open palm, “I too think it’s perfect, and maybe, just maybe, the birth of our son today is your dad’s sign to move on. Master Crepus would want that for you, I am sure, and passing on a small fracture of him to this boy would close this chapter forever. What do you think?”

“I think that I love you so-so much…”

His lips are scorching, kissing yours with feverish urgency. Tears roll down his flushed cheeks, but you brush them away the best you can, not minding the salty taste of the kiss. Diluc Ragnvindr has his chest open for you, for your hands to hold his beating heart, for them to take care of it. This pure joy that sets his soul aflame is overpowering, all-consuming, and he is more than ready to let it swallow him whole, if only you keep loving him the way you’ve been all these many years.

When he parts from you, the redhead nearly chokes and starts coughing from all the sobs he held back. Your fingers are deft, threading through his thick locks, gently scratching his scalp, as his forehead is pressed to yours. You remind him to breathe.

“And I love you too, Diluc. I always will.”

”Thank you.”

You smile, peppering his face with kisses, whispering the sweetest words of affection. He wants to tell you something, he even opens his mouth, but a sudden knock on the door interrupts him. Your eyes dart to the heavy wood blocking the entrance to your bedroom.

“Master Diluc?” It’s hushed, but still audible. “We spotted young masters, Sir Kaeya’s family and Miss Adelinde from the window. They will be here soon, should we ask them to wait?”

Your husband clears his throat, coughing in his fist, and then glances at your figure to check if you look good enough to receive so many people at once. You simply mouth an “I am fine”. It seems enough to assure him.

“No, Hillie,” your husband speaks louder. “Y/n is awake, so once everyone arrives, please, bring them here. And make arrangements for dinner.”

“Yes, Master!”

Diluc sighs when the hurried steps can no longer be heard and kisses you once more. The baby in your hold starts stirring and you return your free arm back around him, bringing the boy closer to your chest.

“Will you be fine, if I leave you alone with Cyrus for a moment?” Him already using the name reduces your heart to a puddle and you cannot fight the huge grin.

“We will, my love, don’t worry. Go wash your face, I’ll feed him in the meantime.”

With a nod he bends to kiss his son’s forehead and then peck you on the cheek, climbing out of the bed after that and disappearing in the bathroom.

Fortunately, you had a solid half an hour before your sons and guests returned. In that time you managed to feed Cyrus, lull him back to sleep and pass the boy to a much calmer and collected Diluc, who carefully placed him in a crib.

Upon your suggestion, the man steps out of the bedroom to meet everyone downstairs, and warn the kids about being quiet. Every maid he meets on the way beams at him with a smile, congratulating and asking if their Lady is alright and if she needs anything. Their eagerness to assist his wife with anything she might need and excitement they feel for the fact Ragnvindr family has just grown in number is heart-warming, and Diluc allows himself a small smile, as he answers them the best he can.

When he reaches the hall of the first floor it’s just on time to witness Adelinde closing the massive doors and locking them. Two balls of red immediately sprint to him and he barely has time to crouch and catch his elder sons. They start whining and pouting for missing the whole day with their dad and he kisses their round cheeks, promising to hold a proper celebration later.

“Hmph, you better!” Rufus scoffs, lightly punching his father’s shoulder. “But today is not over yet, right?”

Diluc nods, patting their heads affectionately, ruffling crimson locks. Then twins glance at each other and simultaneously inhale.

“Happy birthday, dad! We love you!”

“I love you too, fireflies,” he hums, straightening up and lifting both of them in his arms. “Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate them.”

“We brought you and mom bouquets! Callie helped too,” Lucas chirps, pointing to two big bunches of flowers in Kaeya’s and his wife’s arms. The redhead lifts his eyebrows, to which his brother only shrugs.

“This is wonderful, kids. I love them, and I know your mom would adore them too.”

“Oh, can we go see her?”

“Why isn’t she with you?”

“Dad said she was preparing a surprise, where is it?”

Bombarded with questions, flying from three directions, Diluc is reminded of why he came down here in the first place.

“Kids,” the seriousness in his voice stops the stream of interrogation. Three sets of eyes are glued to his face. “I am going to tell you something very important and I need you to listen, alright? Now we all are going to go to my and mom’s bedroom. There you’ll have to be quiet, okay? No screaming, no squealing, no arguments, no running around, got it? Your mother is very tired, and someone who’s also waiting for you there may start crying if you disturb him.”

Mrs Alberich gasps, widely smiling, and turns to her husband, whispering in his ear.

”It’s another boy!”

Children on the other hand look utterly confused, but they do know when the look on the Dawn Winery owner’s face shows he is not kidding. This sounds so mysterious, and while puzzled they are dying to know what’s going on. And without acting the way their dad/uncle asks they will not find out what it is.

“Okay, we understand. We will be quiet.”

“Thank you,” he bends down again to put his sons back onto the floor and glances behind at his staff. “Someone, take these flowers and put them in vases in the living room. Kids, go wash your hands.”

"Yes, Master Diluc!"

When the door to the bedroom opens, you wave to everyone with a soft smile, cozying among the many pillows again.

"Mama!" Twins exclaim in whispers, tiptoeing to the bed and climbing up to hug you. "We missed you so much… How are you? Why are you in bed?"

"Tired," you simply explain, smooching their cute little noses and hugging them as tightly as you could. Suddenly, Lucas's eyes fall to your stomach - or rather to where it was just hours ago.

"Mom… where is the baby?" He asks, patting around the blanket, and indeed discovering the belly's absence. Rufus lowers his gaze to confirm his brother's words and then looks at you and after that at Diluc, who's just quietly closed the door shut.

"Dad, what did you do to the baby?"

"Nothing."

"When where-?"

He stops when you tap his shoulder and, once both boys' attention is yours again, point to the crib standing close to the side of the bed. Callie, who's been watching all along, has her interest picked, and steps to the little bed from the other side, as her cousins crawl across the mattress. With six hands grabbing at the wooden edges and six eyes glancing inside, the room falls quiet again for a few moments. Kaeya walks to you and gives you a hug, kissing your forehead and congratulating you with a new addition to the family.

"It's funny isn't it?" He murmurs. "Now you don't need to invite us another time to meet the newborn."

You laugh at that. As he moves away your co-sister-in-law is quick to take his place, embracing you and pecking your cheek, also congratulating you and teasing for once again being a boy’s mom. Diluc meanwhile has taken place by his niece’s side, gently smoothing her hair back, observing the kids’ reaction.

It’s Lucas who opens his mouth first.

“So… this is our sibling?”

“Yes, Lu. This is your little brother.”

“He sure is little,” Rufus drawls, “I’d even say tiny. Were we this tiny too?”

“You were,” Callie butts her way in a conversation. “I was your age when I saw you two for the first time. Though I couldn’t hold both of you in my arms, you were heavy. You are still heavy, hehe.”

“We are not-!”

“Shh,” Diluc presses a finger to his lips, and the kids slam their palms over their mouths. “Remember what I asked you about? No fighting, or he will wake up and start crying.”

“Sorry, dad…”

“Sorry, Uncle Diluc…”

You snort at the little exchange, watching your family fondly, thinking that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hey, brother,” Kaeya joins the other man and grabs his shoulder, squeezing in an affectionate gesture, “Congrats. Both with your and your son’s birthday.”

Diluc nods, lifting his own hand, patting the one resting on his shoulder.

“Oh, right!” The older twin’s eyes sparkle at the realization and he stares up at his dad. “Does it mean you share a birthday with him?”

“Yes, I do, Ru. Does it bother you?”

“Are you kidding me? Dad, that’s so cool! Me and Lucas always have each other for our birthday, he would have you for his!”

“Also it means two cakes,” the other six-year old murmurs under his breath, and Diluc nearly chuckles - you do know your boys too well. It also lifts a weight he wasn’t aware of off his chest - it seems like he was a bit worried, if twins would feel jealous of the fact their dad’s and sibling’s birthdays are on the same date. But since they are cool with it - he is more than cool too.

“Speaking of him,” Mrs Alberich manages to take a peek into a crib too, aw-ing at the fact it’s a red-haired baby again, “have you chosen a name already?”

“We did,” scarlet eyes stare right into your soul through yours, and you mirror Diluc’s proud smile. “His name is Cyrus. Cyrus Ragnvindr.”

“Cyrus, hmm…” Kaeya purses his lips in thought, as if examining the name in and out, like some kind of a linguist. “Diluc, Rufus, Lucas and Cyrus… Yeah, fits right in.”

“Not as well as Cherry №3 I bet,” Callie smirks at the twins, to which, keeping in mind the promise they gave their dad, they only stick their tongues at her.

“I told you the name was perfect,” your husband reminds you with a soft chuckle.

“Oh, wait!” The eye-patch wearer snaps his fingers without actually making a snapping sound. “DiLUc and LUcas, RUfus and CyRUs… You now have two Lu’s and two Ru’s!”

“Oh Archons, I didn’t realize that,” with wide eyes you stare back at him. “That’s so cute!”

“Can we call him Cy?” Lucas pulls away from the little bed, and sits back on the mattress properly.

“I think it is indeed a short form for his name,” you nod, feeling so relieved about how smoothly everything has been going. Yeah, surely the birthday party didn’t go as planned, but on the other hand you finally have your boy, and your other boys look pretty happy after meeting their younger brother. So it’s all wonderful.

Or maybe you are too fast to judge.

“Uncle Diluc, Aunt Y/n,” you are surprised, when your niece calls you both, and glance at the oldest kid in the room inquiringly. To your surprise her face is expressionless, or at least she is trying to keep it this way, because your husband can clearly see barely-hidden mischief lighting up her eyes. She waits when her silence draws attention of the rest of the people to her persona and then, with the same straight face, says something that immediately sends her father choking on a silent laughter.

“Next time I want a girl cousin.”

Dumbfounded, Diluc, you and her mother stare at the girl with jaws going slack, while Kaeya is nearly dying from suppressing his violent coughing, bent in half and shaking. Not letting it crack her act, she holds her head high and heads right towards the door, feigning nonchalance with her graceful posture and slow steps.

“I will go and ask about the dinner. That's all.”

And just like that she leaves you all once again under the pretense of checking on with the kitchen staff. Mrs Alberich is the first one to snap out of the collective stupor and, shaking her head, grabs Kaeya’s elbow to drag him out of the room. Diluc is next, inhaling deeply, wondering why he is even surprised by her antics. He notices how the twins kind of lost interest in watching a baby that is doing literally nothing, so he ushers the boys to a very important mission - to make sure that their dad’s favorite meal is cooked, which they take with all seriousness.

And once more it’s only him, you, and little Cyrus, sleeping peacefully in his bed. You watch thick scarred fingers unbutton the vest and peel it off, hanging it on the back of the chair. Same fingers brush his bangs away and he sighs again, making eye contact with you. He smiles and you smile too.

“As much as I love this girl, I’ll have to disappoint her.”

“I agree, love,” the man is at your side again, an arm snaking around your shoulders and pressing you into him. “I admit, I would’ve loved to have a sweet girl looking just like you, but judging by the looks of our sons... Who knows how many attempts it’ll take, and I am not risking your health anymore.”

“You are so sweet,” you swoon, lacing your fingers together and squeezing his hand. “I love you for that. Are you sure that this is enough?”

“It always was enough. From the moment it was just you and me it was already enough. You simply tripled this happiness.”

“We tripled this happiness.”

“We will.”

“Yes, we did. And we will keep it that way.”

You lean close to kiss him, but, before he can reciprocate, start kissing all over his face, wherever your current position allows you to reach. Your partner keens on your affectionate attack, lowering his head on purpose, so you have more skin to cover with your lips, and since it brings you so much satisfaction, you do not stop until a thought, that you are forgetting something, is at the front of your mind.

“I just realized that I am the only one who has not wished you a happy birthday today. So… Happy birthday, Diluc. I love you very-very much. Sorry I am not very creative this year.”

“I think the little boy sleeping over there would beg to differ,” your husband nods at the crib, making you pout, but is quick to kiss it away. “I love you too, Y/n. Thank you for everything. This birthday was as perfect as any other you spent with me.”

“And I will make sure to make it perfect every single year ahead of us, my glorious Dawn. Should we wish a happy birthday to our little Dusk as well? I think I heard Kaeya briefly congratulate him, I want to do it too!”

You are so adorable when excitement is written all over you, and it's hard not to give in to your sparkling eyes, especially when he wants the same thing you do.

“We absolutely should. Let’s do it together, alright?”

The sky is painted black outside, and the second floor of the Winery is quiet, when in the comfort of one of its rooms three sweet words are spoken in two voices with such love and devotion, only parents can have for their child.

“Happy birthday, Cyrus.”

And maybe the winds would pick these words and carry them through the time to the one, and, stroking his short red beard, he would smile and say that the Dawn and the Dusk were always meant to be together.

Diluc and Cyrus

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baby, it's cold outside // daniel ricciardo

summary: daniel and his wife celebrate his first christmas without f1 with their daughter while they reminisce on how they got there.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x wife! reader

warnings: just family holiday fluff : )

author's note: why do so many of my christmas collection stories involve kids?? ( george, daniel, charles )

it was bright outside when daniel ricciardo woke up, the bright australian sunrise streaming through the blinds as he stirred in the king sized bed, pulling his wife closer. she hummed in contentment, turning over to nuzzle her face into daniel's warm, bare chest.

"morning, darlin'" the former mclaren driver chuckled, pressing a kiss to y/n's forehead. "how did you sleep?"

"fine." she hummed, eyes still closed as y/n ricciardo absorbed her husband's warmth.

the couple were spending christmas in perth with daniel's parents. y/n had always loved the ricciardo family farm, and she knew that it had always been daniel's happy place. it was a place filled with love and laughter and it had meant even more to them since they had someone else to share it with.

their little girl, cadence elizabeth.

it was march of 2018 when y/n found out she was pregnant. the couple had been married for just under two years and had been casually trying to get pregnant, and daniel would have been lying if he said that news of his daughter's impending arrival hadn't been a big factor in his inevitable move to renault. they'd tried to shield their little bundle of joy from the media for as long as they could, protecting her from the horrors of the world while she was still too young to understand.

as if on cue, the door to the guest bedroom creaked open, floorboards bending under the weight of tiny feet. daniel and his wife giggled, trying to hide further underneath the blankets as they felt the mattress dip under the weight of their new guest as she jumped up and down.

"mommy! daddy! wake up, it's christmas!" cadence elizabeth ricciardo shouted with glee, a stuffed giraffe tucked underneath her arm as she jumped up and down, her parents giggling as daniel sat up and pulled the girl into his arms.

"good mornin' kiddo." daniel laughed, pressing a kiss to his daughter's forehead as cadence giggled. "let's let mommy sleep just a little longer, okay? we'll go find grandma and grandpa and make some breakfast, what do you say"?

"and then can we do presents?" cadence begged, eyes wide and pleading.

y/n laughed, the top of her head sticking out from underneath her blanket cocoon. "eat your breakfast first, cadence. and then we'll open the presents with your grandparents, okay?"

daniel got out of the bed, lifting cadence up so that the four-year-old could sit on his shoulders as he left the bedroom. y/n watched them go with a smile, her heart filled with love for the man she married, and the bundle of joy that they created.

life hadn't always been easy. cadence had been born in january of 2019, and while daniel had been able to take the rest of the month off, he eventually had to go back to work, flying to england to help renault prepare for the season. some of the hardest moments of those first few months had been hell for y/n, having to weather it on her own as daniel travelled the world.

and it hadn't always been easy for daniel either. he had missed cadence's first steps, her first words spoken over a video call.

y/n and cadence had been in the paddock a few times before the 2019 season ended, but never for very long before she had to leave cadence with daniel's pr rep, not wanting the noise and the energy levels to upset the poor darling.

twenty-twenty had been considerably harder, but at least daniel got to spend some of it at home, making up for all the lost moments as cadence reached her first birthday. because of covid logistics, y/n and the baby hadn't been able to come to any of the races, out of concern for cadence's fragile infant immune system.

and daniel thinks that might have been when he first started to consider settling down, slowing his life down a bit. he'd always wanted a family, and now he felt like he had been neglecting the ones that he loved the most.

so when it came down to it, looking more and more likely that he was going to be ousted from mclaren, the driver wondered if it might be for the better that he took some time off to reevaluate his career and spend more time with y/n and cadence.

y/n carefully tip toed her way down the large staircase that opened up into the main floor kitchen, sleeves of her sweater pulled over her fingertips and arms crossed over her chest as she stood in the doorway with a content smile on her face.

christmas carols played on the radio while daniel stood in front of the stove, dancing subtly as he fried up some eggs. cadence was sitting on the bar stool in front of the island, grace ricciardo braiding her granddaughters hair as cadence laughed at her father, a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her.

“merry christmas, candy.” y/n giggled, pressing a kiss to her daughters head. “did you sleep well?”

cadence grinned, looking up at her mother. “look, mummy, santa was here!”

“oh, wow!” y/n played along, looking over at the sparkling christmas tree. part of her surprise was genuine, as she didn’t expect grace and joe to have bought cadence so many things. “I think santa is spoiling you.” she grinned, with a knowing and pointed look at grace, who just shrugged.

“my granddaughter has been very good this year.” grace smiled, pinching cadence's cheek.

"you spoil her." y/n mouthed with a laugh before walking the perimeter of the island so that she could stand behind daniel, wrapping her arms around his midsection and resting her head on his cheek. "merry christmas, baby."

"merry christmas, hon." danny smiled, kissing his wife on the nose before extricating himself from her hold and sipping around to face her.

the radio next to the stove was playing softly, and when the song changed, the australian couldn't help but grin as he started to sing along, taking her hand in his.

"i really can't stay, baby it's cold outside."

its the same thing every year, a family tradition if you will. that family tradition being daniel's terrible singing and a dance with his wife, who will usually humor him and join in with the singing. every time the song came on the radio, they had to stop and sing.

despite all of it's controversy, it had always been y/n's favourite christmas song, partly because for twenty-seven years of her life, she had never seen snow before. the year after they started dating, daniel had helped her make that a reality by spending christmas in austria.

"my mother will start to worry." she couldn't stop the smile spreading on her face as daniel spun her around the kitchen

"beautiful what's your hurry?" daniel sang into the whisk that he was holding while grace and cadence clapped int he background, the younger girl still attempting to teach herself the words

"my maiden aunt's mind is vicious." she sang sweetly, looping her arms around daniel's neck as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, his baritone voice churning out the next lyric.

"gosh your lips look delicious."

"well, baby it's cold outside!"

grace and cadence clapped, and joe looked very confused as he came back inside from tending to the farm.

"what did i miss?"

"how about we start opening presents now that grandpa is back?" daniel suggested with a laugh. "cadence, why don't you go with your grandparents and pick one out. your mother and i will be in there in a minute."

"okay! come on, grandpa!" cadence laughed, running across the room to launch herself into grandpa joe's arms.

y/n laughed thoughtfully, looking at her daughter and her in-laws. "wanted some time to ourselves, did you?"

"wanted to give you something." daniel hummed, taking a small box out of the pocket of his sweatpants.

"daniel joseph ricciardo!" y/n rolled her eyes. "we talked about this! i told you not to get me anything. i have you and cadence, i don't need anything else."

"you say that every year."

"danny."

the driver laughed, passing her the box. "babe, just open it."

rolling her eyes again, y/n slipped her fingernail inside the seam of the box, opening the lid before taking in a breath. inside, on a fine satin pillow, was a pair of earrings. a pair of pearls stacked on top of each other to make little snowmen, with tiny diamonds for eyes and strips of silver for arms.

"daniel, they're gorgeous. thank you." she said softly, one hand on his cheek as she pressed up on her tiptoes to kiss her husband. "i love you."

"i love you more. taking time off from the track will be good for me. i can't wait to spend all of next season by your side, watching our little girl grow up."

"mommy! daddy! hurry up!"

the couple laughed, y/n's head still resting aginst daniel's chest as he kissed the top of her head.

"come on, let's go see what your parents bought her this year."

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Open When- DR3

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

-> With Daniel traveling to race and you being stuck at home to work, Daniel gives you 8 letters to make the distance a little easier.

word count: 8567 (my longest one yet hehe)

warnings: small mentions of birth, cheesey romance, fluff, not proof read oops

A/N: This was by definitely kind of just me typing whatever came to my head, but it turned out to be one of my favorites. I hope you love it as much as I do!

“Happy Birthday, baby. I hope you like it.”

You looked over at your boyfriend, his curly hair a mess from running around outside with your niece and nephew all day. “Honey, you already got me a gift, what’s this one for?”

“Just open it” Daniel said with a laugh as he sat down beside you.

As you very carefully untied the red ribbon, you could see Daniel’s smile get wider and wider through the corner of your eye. He had put a lot of thought into this gift- you could tell already.

When you looked inside of the box, you saw a stack of ten brown envelopes. Setting the box down on the table, you took all of the envelopes out. You smiled and ran your finger over the black ink of the envelope on top.

Open when you get this present.

You turned the envelope over and very carefully opened it, not wanting to ruin whatever was inside. After successfully opening it, you pulled the small piece of white paper out of the envelope and began to read it aloud.

Happy birthday, my love.

I know that you won’t be traveling to the track with me very often this year, so I wanted to do something a little special for you. Inside this box, there are 8 open when envelopes. Congratulations on opening 1/8 envelopes already! I hope these make the distance a little easier. If that's even possible. I love you.

Love, Danny.

You smiled and teared up a little. Daniel knew how hard this season was going to be on both of you. With you working insane hours with clients, and Daniel being at the peak of his career with Redbull, the two of you had already discussed how little time you would be able to spend with each other from March-November. The idea scared you- terrified you even. In the seven years you’ve spent by Daniel’s side, the two of you had never spent so much time apart- not even when Daniel moved away from Australia to Europe. Daniel knew how much this season terrified you, hell it terrified him too. That’s why he was doing everything in his power to make it somewhat easier on you.

You pulled Daniel into a tight hug as you let a few tears escape down your cheeks. “Thank you, honey. These are so special…” you managed to whisper as he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Open when I leave for Australia - March 20th, 2017.

As you had gotten home from dropping Daniel off at the airport, you had seen the small brown envelope left on the counter. Daniel had taken it out of the box for you before the two of you left for the airport that morning in hopes that you would have the courage to read it when you got home.

Saying goodbye to Daniel was a lot harder than you thought it was going to be. Goodbye’s were a common occurrence in your relationship- that’s what happens when you date an F1 driver- but this goodbye held so much more behind it.

Not only was Daniel going back to your shared home country without you, but he wouldn’t be back home to your shared apartment in Monaco for a little over a month. Daniel had several media events to attend during the week following the Australian Grand Prix due to the fact that it was his home race. After that, he was off to China, Bahrain and then Russia before he would finally be able to fly back home to you.

“42 days my love. I’ll be back in 42 days” Daniel said quietly as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He had said it like time was going to fly by- like 42 days was a normal time to be apart from someone you loved.

“42 days…” you whispered quietly as you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat closely.

Daniel placed a gentle kiss on top of your head before taking a deep breath. ��We can handle this, baby. I know we can.”

You looked up at him, his eyes mirroring yours as the tears welled in his eyes. “I love you, honey. Be safe, don’t do anything stupid… please come back to me in one piece, ok?”

Daniel held your face in both of his hands gently, giving you a small nod before he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, too. I promise I’ll come back in one piece.”

After hearing Michael, Daniel’s trainer, call for him from the private plane, you kissed Daniel deeply, knowing that this would be the last one for a while. He returned the kiss before pulling away and wiping away a few of your tears. Without another word, Daniel stepped away from you, his hands no longer holding your face as he grabbed his bags off of the ground. With a small nod and sad smile, Daniel turned around and walked onto the plane, leaving you standing in the middle of the parking lot.

As you grabbed the envelope off of the counter, you opened it carefully, pulling the small white paper out. The moment you saw Daniel’s handwriting, you started crying all over again. For the next 42 days, all you had to remind yourself of him was his hoodies, a few phone calls whenever he had the time, and these letters he had given you nearly a month ago for your birthday. Taking a deep breath, you wiped away your tears and began to read the letter.

Hello, my love.

If you are reading this, it means that I am currently on my way to Australia for the first race of the season while you are back home in our apartment focusing on work and clients. Not having you with me at our home grand prix absolutely sucks.

You couldn’t help but smile when he referred to the Australian Grand Prix as “our home grand prix.” Ever since the two of you started dating, Daniel had always told you that whatever was his, was also yours too. He loved the idea of the two of you being a team- that all the highs would be celebrated together and all of the lows would be survived through together. It was honestly one of the main reasons why your relationship has always worked.

I already hate the idea of being home without you. This trip won’t be the same without you by my side. I’m not even sure if I will be able to go visit all of our old spots like we usually do. It just doesn’t feel right. Anyways, I want you to know that I love you deeply. I know that this is the start of a rough eight months for us, but we are strong and I know we can handle this. I’m always just a phone call or a text away- unless I'm in the car, but I doubt you would text me while I'm literally driving 300+kph around a circuit. I love you to the moon and back, baby. I’ll see you in 42 days.

Love, Danny

You placed the letter back inside the envelope before setting it back down on the counter. This was about to be the longest eight months of your life.

Open on our eight year anniversary at 4pm! - April 17th, 2017.

The days had continued to tick down slowly but surely. 14 more days. It was easy to distract yourself from thinking about him too much most days, as you were practically buried in work from sunrise to sunset- however today was different.

Eight years ago, Daniel had taken you out to this small little restaurant down the road from his house. It wasn’t anything fancy, the two of you were 19 at the time, not much money between either one of you. At the time, the two of you had been best of friends for nearly six years, however both of you had a major crush on each other. So, on April 17th, 2009, Daniel took you to that small little restaurant down the road, finally feeling brave enough to confess his feelings for you.

“What are you gonna get, Danny? I’ve never been here before, I don’t know what's good”

Daniel shrugged, glancing over the menu fairly quickly. “Probably a burger, like always. You can never mess up a burger” he said, a small smile on his face as he glanced up at you.

You laughed a little and put your menu down, finally deciding that their caesar salad seemed like the safest option. After ordering your food, you turned your attention back to Daniel who had been looking at you so lovingly. “Is there something on my face? Why are you staring?”

Daniel turned the brightest shade of red you had ever seen. “No, no. Nothing on your face, your face is perfect i- uhm.. Sorry”

You frowned a little, noticing how Daniel looked had suddenly gone from relaxed and confident, to embarrassed and tense. You reached your hand over to his, squeezing his hand gently as you smiled up at him. “Danny, relax. I was just messing with you. I’m not mad or anything, I could care less if you stare at me” you said with a shrug and a small laugh.

Daniel laughed a little and looked down at your hand resting on top of his. “Look, I'll be honest, I didn’t bring you here just for fun. There is something I wanted to ask you…”

You looked up at him, confusion written all over your face. “What is it, Danny?”

Daniel took a deep breath and squeezed your hand gently. “I can’t keep denying my feelings for you… Everytime I’m around you, I think about how much I wished I could be the one to hold you close at night, everytime I watch you go out with some random guy from that stupid dating app I want to tear my eyes out because I know that I could be better than him, whenever you’re around, my attention and focus is 100% on you, you are the center of my world whenever we are in the same room.”

You stared at Daniel in disbelief. Never in a million years did you think that your feelings for him were reciprocated, let alone that he would take you out to dinner and pour his whole heart out to you. “Danny I-”

“Let me finish” he said gently, locking his eyes with yours. “I was wondering- hoping I guess- if you would like to maybe possibly be my girlfriend?” he asked, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red than before.

You couldn’t help but smile as you squeezed Daniel’s hand tightly and nodded. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for months!”

As you ran your thumb gently over the photo the two of you had taken on that day eight years ago, you couldn’t help but tear up a little. When Daniel had asked you to be his girlfriend, you never in a million years imagined that the two of you would still be going strong to this day. It wasn’t that you ever doubted your relationship, but more so the fact that typically F1 drivers had a tendency of not having a girlfriend for longer than a year at a time. It had worried you a lot in the beginning- how many more days until our downfall? How many days until he decides he's not ready for a relationship? How long until he realizes that he could be with anyone in the world, so why choose me?

The fact that Daniel wasn’t home for your anniversary completely ruined you. It was the first time the two of you would be apart on your anniversary. What made the whole day even worse was Daniel’s lack of time to communicate. It was currently nearing 4pm and you still hadn’t gotten a text or a call from him. Maybe he was on a plane from Bahrain to Russia, maybe he was asleep in some random hotel located in the heart of Sakhir. Who knew what Daniel was up to or where he was.

As you glanced over at the pile of envelopes that sat on the coffee table in front of you, you noticed that the envelope on top had more specific instructions than the rest. “Open on our eight year anniversary at 4pm!” Glancing at the clock, the time read 3:59, so you picked up the envelope and slowly began opening it. Even though Daniel wasn’t there to stop you from opening it a minute early, you were a rule follower and had every intention on following the instructions. When the clock struck 4pm, you finished opening up the envelope and removed the letter.

Happy 8th anniversary, my love.

I can’t believe you’ve been by my side for 8 years. I don’t know how you have been able to tolerate me for this long. I am so incredibly grateful to have you on this journey of life with me. I am so proud of the woman you have become, so proud of you for working so hard everyday, and so incredibly amazed by you every single day. You are the center of my world, my love. Without you, I’d be a lost, crazy wild F1 driver getting drunk every night of the week and ruining my career slowly but surely. Thank you for keeping me grounded, humble, and most importantly- loved. With all of this being said, there will be a surprise for you later on tonight. Be ready by 6pm. I love you, baby.

Love, Danny.

You smiled down at the letter, feeling so many different emotions at once- happiness, love, and sadness. In a perfect world, you and Daniel could be together tonight, but sometimes things just don’t work out the way you want them to.

After reading the letter over a few times, you finally looked at the clock. 4:15. An hour and 45 minutes to get ready. You made your way up to your bedroom and over to your closet where you spent the next hour trying to decide what to wear. Considering you had no idea what Daniel had planned for you, you decided to wear jeans and a black blouse, wanting to keep it casual, yet also dressed up-ish.

Now that it was pushing 5:15, you decided that there simply wasn’t enough time for hair and makeup. You quickly put your hair in a high ponytail and put on some mascara before looking at yourself once more in the mirror. It wasn’t perfect, but your boyfriend wasn’t home so it wasn’t like you had anyone to please.

At exactly 6pm, there was a gentle knock on the apartment door. Getting up off the couch, you grabbed your purse before opening the door. When you first opened the door, you hardly recognized the man standing in front of you. He was wearing all black, his hood pulled up over his head with a sleepy smile on his face. He looked exhausted. After looking at the man once more, you very quickly realized that it was Daniel standing in front of you.

“Honey??” you whispered, tears brimming your eyes as you smiled a little.

Daniel smiled sleepily, holding his arms out for you. “C’mere my love” Without another word, you ran into his arms, hugging him as tightly as you could. You couldn’t believe it. Daniel had somehow managed to fly to you during his crazy busy schedule, just to be here with you on your guys’ special day.

“I can’t believe you’re here, honey. God I’ve missed you so much…” you whispered as you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“I’ve missed you too, my love. So much.” Daniel said as he rested his head on top of yours, rubbing your back gently like he always did.

After a few moments of standing in the middle of the hallway, you finally pulled from Daniel’s embrace, grabbing his hand as you pulled him inside the apartment. “Honey, you look exhausted… you didn’t have to fly all the way back here… I feel bad.”

Daniel shook his head. “Yes, I am exhausted but there was no way I wasn’t going to see you on our anniversary.”

“How long are you here for?” you asked as you took his bags from him. Deep down you didn’t want to hear the answer- he was probably only here for a few hours, if you were lucky.

“Four days.”

You looked up at him, a huge smile appearing on your face. Four days was like music to your ears.

Open when you can’t sleep- April 21st, 2017.

It was 11:35 pm and you had just gotten back from dropping Daniel off at the airport. The two of you had the most amazing four days ever, spending most of your time cuddled up in bed watching movies and eating take out food. While the two of you would usually find something to do around Monaco, neither of you had the desire to do anything but hold each other close and enjoy the limited time you had together before he had to leave again.

After locking the apartment door behind you, you made your way over to your bedroom, leaning against the door frame as you looked at the empty bed. You couldn’t help but tear up at the sight, knowing that for the next ten days, you would be the only occupant of that bed. You then glanced over to Daniel’s side of the closet, his door open just enough for you to see that your favorite hoodie of his was hung up nicely without any hesitation, you walked over to the closet and grabbed the hoodie off of its hanger, quickly changing into the piece of clothing that still smelled so much like Daniel, despite being washed the day prior.

After finishing up getting ready for bed, you climbed under the covers and looked over at Daniel’s side of the bed, the memory of your conversation from three hours ago suddenly flooding your mind.

Daniel climbed into bed, getting himself comfortable before holding his arms out to you. You moved closer to him, lying your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat as his arms wrapped around you tightly. “We only have about an hour before I have to go to the airport,” he said quietly, almost like he didn’t want to say it at all.

“Yeah…” you said quietly, feeling yourself already shut down about his departure.

“Hey…” he said as he tilted your chin up, looking into your eyes sweetly. “I love you. I know this is hard but ten days is so easy compared to the 28 days we spent apart before this. After the Russian Grand Prix, I will be home with you for 2 whole weeks, my love.” he said gently before placing a kiss on your lips.

The kiss was soft and gentle, but full of love and promise. Everything that Daniel said was true. You two would survive this. You had no doubts in your mind.

“I know, honey. I’m just going to miss you so much…” you said quietly, forehead resting against Daniels as you intertwined your hand with his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Daniel placed his calloused hand on your cheek, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he looked into your eyes. “I know. I’m going to miss you too…”

Moments like these with Daniel were your favorite. Just the two of you, cuddled up in bed while the tv played as background noise. It was moments like these you knew you were going to miss the most over the course of this entire season.

As you finally snapped out of your thoughts, you glanced at the clock. It was now 2:30 in the morning. Another sleepless night. You glanced at your phone, noticing that Daniel had texted you that he landed in Russia and was off to bed. ‘At least one of us is getting some sleep tonight’ you thought to yourself as you rolled over to Daniel’s side of the bed.

His pillow was still indented from where he laid just six hours prior. Everything still smelled like him- the pillow, the comforter, the bed sheets. You thought that maybe laying on his side of the bed would lull you to sleep, however it didn’t seem to work. By the time you had given up on all sleep, the clock read 3:45.

Climbing out of bed, you walked out to the living room where the stack of envelopes had been. She picked all the envelopes and began flipping through them until she saw the one envelope she had been looking for.

Open When You Can’t Sleep!

You laughed at how sloppy Daniel’s writing was on the envelope- so sloppy that she could barely read what the sentence said. Daniel always struggled with writing neatly, even since before the two of you got together. He always wrote as quickly as he could, no matter what he was writing. Part of you was convinced it had to do with all of the signatures he's ever had to write over all of these years.

Hello, my love. I know sleeping is always hard for you, especially while I’m away. While there is nothing I can physically do to help you, I do know exactly what helps you fall asleep and I would love to help you from afar.

For starters, turn on a movie from my list on my netflix profile. You always seem to fall asleep whenever it's my turn to pick a movie (part of me thinks you do it on purpose:( )

I’ve noticed that Days of Thunder seems to bore you the most, which is interesting considering I thought you liked it! Anyways, come back to this letter once you’ve turned on a movie!

You couldn’t help but laugh at the comments made in such a small paragraph. Daniel was right, you did fall asleep during almost every movie he chose. While you would prefer a movie like ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ Daniel would prefer a movie like ‘Days of Thunder” which wasn’t exactly something you wanted to watch for two hours straight.

Following Daniels instructions, you climbed back into bed, his note still in your hand as you turned on Days of Thunder. Once the movie began to play, you picked the letter back up off of your nightstand and continued reading

I almost know for a fact that Days of Thunder is playing on our TV right now. Anyways, if you haven’t done so already, throw on that purple hoodie of mine that you adore. I know I’m not there to physically hold you right now, but maybe having my hoodie on will feel like a hug from me as you lay in bed.

Before you turn all of your attention onto the movie, there are a few things I want to remind you.

1: You are beautiful. Like mind blowingly drop dead gorgeous.

2: You are my soulmate. Always have been, Always will be. I am so glad that I get to do life with you.

3: I know that you miss me right now, believe me, I miss you too. But soon enough, you’ll be in my arms again, head on my chest as you listen closely to my heartbeat.

4: I love you. So much. Always remember that. Even though I’m thousands of miles away, I love you and always will. You’re mine forever, my love.

With that being said, put this letter away and try to get some much needed rest. I’m sure you have a lot of work to do in the morning, and good sleep helps make working a little bit easier. I love you & sweet dreams, my love.

Love, Danny.

Oh Daniel. He always knew how to cheer you up, even if he was in a totally different place in the world than you. After placing the letter on the nightstand, you pulled the covers onto you and turned your focus towards the TV, seeing the black number 51 car drive around the track at a high amount of speed. That was the last thing you remember. Daniel was right, this movie really did put you to sleep.

Open when life starts to feel too heavy- May 29th, 2017.

Work was swallowing you whole, Daniel hadn’t been home in almost a month, and to top it all off, you had a head cold that was by far one of the worst you’ve ever had. It was nearing 1pm as you were sitting in your office at the apartment going through page after page of a client’s contract, trying to figure out where things all went wrong. You were overwhelmed, there was no doubt about it.

When you reached page twelve of the paperwork, you noticed several mistakes. Incorrect agreements, incorrect amounts of money offered, and incorrect dates of signatures as well. That seemed to be the absolute last straw for you. Dropping the bulky packet of paperwork onto your desk, you pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your head into your knees as you let your emotions finally take over.

Work shouldn’t be this hard.

Daniel should be here.

This head cold should be gone by now.

Maybe all of this was too much. Maybe you weren’t meant for this career. Maybe you were meant to quit your job and travel the world with Daniel like he had always offered you to do. Maybe you weren’t strong enough for all of this.

As you saw your phone light up with a text from Daniel, you remembered all of the envelopes he had given you. It had been over a month since you opened one last, but you knew that there most certainly had to be something in there to help you through this rough day.

Flipping through all of the envelopes, nothing had seemed to fit how you felt. After getting through half of the stack, you stumbled across one that you were sure was meant for this exact moment.

Open when life starts to feel too heavy.

You grabbed the envelope out of the stack before plopping yourself onto the couch. Normally you would carefully open each envelope, not wanting to ruin it, but today you anxiously tore into the envelope, ripping the letter by accident.

“Stupid stupid stupid!! Fucking stupid!!” you cried before throwing the envelope on the ground. As you laid down on the couch, tears streaming down your face again, you heard the door open.

“Hello, my love! I’m home!” Daniel yelled, unaware that you were in tears on the couch in front of him. When he finally noticed you, he dropped his bags and knelt down beside the couch, placing a hand on your cheek gently. “Baby.. what’s going on?”

You looked at Daniel, feeling completely numb. There were absolutely no words that could define how you felt.

Daniel looked on the ground and saw the torn letter as well as the messy desk in your office. It was a rough day, he could tell. Daniel sat down beside you on the couch, pulling you into his lap while allowing you to cuddle up to him however you wanted. He pulled out his phone and opened up his notes app where he had kept every letter he wrote, in case something like this did happen.

“Hello, my love.” Daniel said, starting to read the letter out loud as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“With how challenging of a year you have ahead of you, I can only imagine how hard work and life can get from time to time. Not only do you have clients breathing down your neck for answers to all of their questions, but you also have a separate battle of loving me from a distance going on too. For that, I am sorry. Every part of me wishes that we didn’t have to do this, that you could just travel the world with me forever, that in a perfect world, you would be the last thing I see every night and the first thing I see every morning, but I could never ask you to give up the job you love for me. While this job might be brutal at times, I know that the good times make up for all of the bad ones. You seem to enjoy the job, and most of the people you meet. Life can get heavy, life can be brutal, but just know that at the end of the day, no matter what happens, I love you. You are strong, brilliant, beautiful, and hard-working. I believe in you and everything you do. Every client is lucky to get the chance to work with you. I am lucky that I get to love you. You are such a light in so many people’s lives, my love. Including mine. Don’t let that light burn out. I love you.

Love, Danny."

When Daniel finished reading the letter out loud, you looked up at him. You had managed to get the crying under control, however your cheeks were still damp and your breathing was still shallow. Daniel looked down at you and wiped your tears away, allowing his hand to rest on your cheek for a moment as he looked into your eyes. “I meant every word I wrote, my love.”

You smiled a little, leaning into Daniel’s hand for comfort. Every word he said touched your heart in such a way you didn’t think was possible. It was as though whatever you had been crying over, suddenly didn’t matter anymore. Daniel’s words had healed you.

“Honey?” you said after a few minutes of sitting in silence.

“Yes, my love?”

“I think I want to be done with this job. I want to travel the world with you, wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep next to you every night. While this job might be enjoyable at times, there is nothing better than being by your side 24/7. I could help you with your financial bullshit instead of helping ungrateful, snobby companies.”

Daniel smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You can help with our financial bullshit”

You let out a little laugh before resting your head on Daniel’s shoulder. “Yeah, our financial bullshit”

Open when you’re upset with me- June 11th, 2017.

It was the first race you had finally been able to attend this season after choosing to quit your job, well sort of. While you were no longer controlling random companies’ finances, you had been hired on by redbull to control their finances. It was certainly a surprise to you, as you never expected one of the biggest sports teams across the world to trust you with their money and finances, but you were honored to do so- especially if that meant you got to travel the world with Daniel.

As you were walking through the paddock, your hand in Daniel’s, you could tell that he was a bit nervous for some reason. Daniel was never usually nervous for a race, which is why you were concerned.

“Honey?” you asked, looking up at him.

Daniel smiled a little when you spoke to him. He loved that you always called him honey. It was actually kind of a coincidence that you even started calling him that in the first place. You had started calling Daniel ‘honey’ the moment the two of you started dating. When he had finally entered formula 1, he had quickly become known as ‘the honey badger.’ It was kind of funny in a way. “Yeah baby?”

“You seem nervous today. Is everything ok?” you asked, giving his hand a light squeeze.

“Yeah, I am a bit nervous, only because it’s supposed to be a wet race and you know how much I hate driving in the rain” he said with a shrug, not really wanting to go into further detail. If there was ever one thing that frustrated you about Daniel, it was his inability to be vulnerable. He never wanted to seem like he was struggling, nor did he ever want anyone to have to try to care for him.

Over the years of being with him, he had slowly allowed himself to be vulnerable around you, but in a paddock full of people there was absolutely no way he was going to openly discuss his worries.

When arriving into the garage, you wandered off to the back of the garage, wanting to be out of the way of any mechanics or other team members who were working hard to finish getting the car set up. You looked at your watch, noticing that there was just under 25 minutes left until lights out.

As chaos continued to roar through the garage, you looked to your right and noticed that Daniel was sitting in the corner, headphones on, suit zipped all the way up, staring outside as the rain fell. Whenever Daniel had his headphones on, you always knew that meant not to bother him- so did everyone else in the garage. Daniel was very particular about his routine before the race, and you knew better than to mess it up.

With about 10 minutes until the start of the race, Daniel took his headphones off and placed them in his small little locker in the garage. You saw this as a chance to go wish him luck before the race. When you approached Daniel, you noticed that his hands were shaking a bit. It wasn’t something you hadn’t ever seen before, but it was something you hadn’t seen since one of his first races in the sport.

“Honey? You’re shaking.. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine”

“Daniel i’m not stupid. We can go in your room and talk if you don’t want to do it here”

“I said I'm fine, that means I'm fine. Just drop it ok?”

“Daniel you are literally shaking, You can’t drive a car if you can’t control your hands”

“Just drop it!!” Daniel snapped, the whole garage going silent as they all looked over at the two of you. Daniel grabbed his helmet off of the table next to him and walked to the car, leaving you in the back corner of the garage with tears in your eyes as you tried to pretend like the entire garage was looking at you.

You had decided that it would be best to watch the race from the hospitality room upstairs. The last place you wanted to be was in that garage while people whispered about your little argument with Daniel moments before the race.

Despite the rain pouring down and Daniel’s nerves making themselves known, Daniel was able to secure third place. You were incredibly proud of Daniel, knowing that he was able to overcome his fears and race to the podium anyways.

Although you were proud, you were still incredibly embarrassed and upset with Daniel’s behavior in the garage. Instead of standing up close to the barricade at the bottom of the podium, you stood in the way back, watching him celebrate with the team from afar. When he took his helmet off, he found your eyes in the crowd, giving you a small smile and a wave. It was by far one of the most awkward interactions you had ever had with him in the eight years you’d been together. He knew he fucked up, but there wasn’t anything he could do to fix it right now.

After the podium celebrations were over, you sent Daniel a text to let him know you were going back to the hotel. You had no desire to sit in the garage all night while he did media interviews and team debriefs.

However, shortly after you arrived back at the hotel, the door to your room opened and Daniel appeared in the doorway, soaked in champagne and sweat. The two of you made eye contact yet again. You had nothing to say to him right now, so you continued to look at him as you waited for him to speak.

Instead, he opened up his suitcase and dug the box of letters out of the bottom of it, flipping through the remaining envelopes. When he finally found the one he was looking for, he pulled it out and handed it to you. Without another word, he walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

‘Open when you’re upset with me’ was written across the top of the envelope. With a deep sigh, you opened the envelope and began reading the letter.

My love…

I can’t even begin to imagine what I might have done to upset you. With my luck, I was probably in my head about something to do with a race and I took it out on you. I’ve really been trying to improve myself in that aspect, I hate that I take things out on you sometimes. I know there isn’t a lot I can say through a letter to fix things, so take a look inside the envelope for what else I’ve included this time. Hopefully it reminds you of how much I love you and hopefully somehow you’ll be able to forgive me.

Love, Danny.

You looked inside of the envelope and found nearly 20 polaroid pictures of Daniel and yourself throughout the years. In each photo, the two of you were either smiling, looking at each other lovingly, or kissing. One specific photo in particular stood out though. It was a photo from new years eve.

You remembered every single thing that happened that day. You and Daniel had discussed how much time you would be spending apart this season, which caused a small argument between the two of you. You were both upset for different reasons. Daniel wanted you to travel with him to every race, so he was upset when you told him you’d only attend two or three. You were upset that Daniel was upset with your decisions, even though deep down you knew that he supported you 100%.

The two of you had hardly spoken another word to each other all day. You got ready for the New Years party downstairs while Daniel got ready for it upstairs. The car ride was incredibly awkward, neither of you speaking a word to each other. It wasn’t until a little bit before midnight that Daniel had finally approached you out on the balcony.

“Love? It’s cold out here, you should come inside. I don’t want you to get sick” he said quietly as he stepped out onto the balcony and stood beside you.

“I’m fine. What do you care anyways” you mumbled, still pissed off at him for everything he had said earlier.

Daniel looked at you, almost on the verge of tears. Although he was upset that you wouldn’t be traveling and he had expressed that very clearly, he couldn’t believe that you thought he didn’t care about you. “Baby woah… that… just because I'm upset you won’t be with me this season doesn’t mean I don’t care about you…”

You looked over at Daniel, hearing the pain in his voice. You knew that what you had just said to him hurt him way more than everything he said to you earlier hurt you. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean it like that i’m just… frustrated I guess. I’m upset that you are upset, you know?”

“I know, baby. I didn’t think about how hard this is for you, and I lashed out. For that I’m sorry.”

You smiled a little and wrapped your arms around his neck when you heard everyone start to countdown from ten, indicating that it was almost 2017. “How about we leave all of this argument in 2016 and move on?”

Daniel smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Sounds good to me”

When the fireworks started going off behind you, you smiled and kissed Daniel deeply, not failing to notice someone taking a picture of the two of you from inside.

“Happy new year, danny.”

“Happy new year my love”

When Daniel walked out of the bathroom, showered and changed into comfier clothes, you looked up at him, a small smile appearing on your face. “You know, you should be out celebrating with the team, not cooped up in some hotel room with your boring girlfriend.”

Daniel laughed a little and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at you. “Well for starters, you're not my boring girlfriend. Secondly, I do believe I fucked up today and have to figure out how to fix it.”

You shrugged, putting a hand on his cheek. “We promised we would leave silly arguments like these in 2016, so I think we should just forget this one even happened.”

Daniel laughed and looked down at the polaroid from new years that was in your hand. “I’m sorry I snapped at you”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Consider yourself forgiven… this time. If you snap at me in the middle of the garage like that again I will not forgive you so easily”

Daniel laughed and pulled you into a hug. “Noted, do not yell in the garage ever again” he said with a laugh.

Open on October 5th at approximately 8pm- october 5th, 2017.

It was early October, roughly about 7:30 pm when you and Daniel were walking the streets of Japan. This had been one of the only races that you had originally planned on attending this season.

You had always wanted to go to Japan, but it was just about the only race you hadn’t attended with Daniel in the few years he’s been in F1. As you walked down the street with Daniel’s hand in yours, you looked to your right as you saw a beautiful line of cherry blossom trees. “Oh my god! Daniel!! Honey!!! Look!!” you said with a squeal as you pulled him over to the trees. It was a bit dark outside, not many people out and about at the time which you thought was a bit strange, but it made it easier for you to enjoy the scenery and your time with Daniel.

Daniel couldn’t stop smiling at you the entire time you were admiring the pink trees in front of you. He loved how the simplest things always made you the happiest. As Daniel stood behind you, listening to you talk about how beautiful Japan and the trees were, he couldn’t help but grow more and more nervous.

At 8pm, Daniel was going to hand you your second to last envelope. After you read it, Daniel would be on one knee behind you, asking you to marry him. The entire idea made him nervous.

When his watch finally read 8pm, he gently tapped on your shoulder. “It’s eight pm on October 5th, which means you have to open this one!” he said with a nervous smile on his face.

You laughed and took the envelope from his hands, opening it carefully before beginning to read the letter.

Hello my love.

I know that I’m currently standing behind you in Japan, so it seems odd that I would want you to be reading a letter right now, but I wanted to somehow incorporate this moment into these letters. We have been together for eight years. These past eight years have by far been the best of my life. Watching you become the best version of yourself has been an honor, getting to be by your side through every step of life has been incredible, and I can’t wait for many more years to come. I can’t wait until we are old and wrinkled, sitting on a porch swing while our grandchildren run around our backyard. I can’t wait to look down at your left hand and see the ring I bought you on your finger, indicating to all other men in the world that you are mine. I love you to the moon and back, baby. Now turn around.

Love, Danny.

At that point, tears were streaming down your face. You knew exactly what was happening- and you couldn’t believe it. After being with Daniel for such a long time, you had kind of figured that marriage wasn’t exactly what he wanted- that maybe he was ok with staying as boyfriend and girlfriend. You didn’t mind, as long as he still came home to you in the end.

When you turned around, you saw Daniel on one knee, a red velvet box open in his hand with the prettiest ring you had ever seen sitting snug inside of it. Daniel had tears in his eyes. It was the first time that you had really seen him get this emotional over something in a long, long time.

“My love, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Every second of every day being fully committed to you, our future children, and anything else in between.”

Tears were streaming down your face as you smiled at your boyfriend, pulling him into a tight hug before he could say anything else. “Yes, honey, I’ll marry you. Absolutely yes.”

Daniel smiled and hugged you tightly, the two of you sitting on the ground underneath the cherry blossom trees. This couldn’t have been a more perfect proposal. No extravagant gestures, no paparazzi or fans, just you and Daniel in the middle of Japan.

Open when we are living the life you had always dreamed of- February 9th, 2019. Two years later.

“Careful baby, I don��t want you to tear a stitch” Daniel said as he held onto your hand, helping you climb the porch steps one at a time.You smiled at your husband, who had also been carrying your son in his carseat with his other hand. “Honey, I’ll be fine. It’s just a few steps” you said with a little laugh.

Daniel let go of your hand and held onto Henry's seat with both hands as he finished climbing up the steps. “We should have really thought about all of these steps before we bought the place”

“Are you sure having this many steps will be ok, Danny? When we have kids I don’t want them to get too tired or even worse hurt themselves trying to climb up and down them…”

Daniel shrugged and kissed your forehead gently. “My love, this house is everything we both wanted and more. Don’t let some steps persuade you away from your dream home.”You laughed at Daniel’s comment, knowing full well that all of these steps was something the two of you discussed back in 2017 before you bought the house.

You laughed a little, thinking about the conversation that the two of you had over a year ago. It was hard to believe that in such a short, yet long, period of time, the two of you had gone through so much.

Shortly after purchasing the house in December of 2017, the two of you had gotten married in April of 2018, only to find out that you were expecting little baby Henry a month later. You and Daniel had discussed having children several times before, but neither one of you ever expected it to be this soon, though that didn’t deter either one of you for being happier than ever at the news.

“I’m pregnant” you managed to say after you finished chewing your last bite. Daniel’s fork stopped moving and he looked up at you, almost as if he thought he hadn’t heard you right.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant, honey. I took a test this morning, my period was two weeks late.”

Daniel looked closely at you, trying to read your expressions. He couldn’t tell if you were happy or not. “How do you feel about it?” he asked, trying to hide his excitement in case you didn’t feel the same way.

“I’m excited, we’ve always wanted this. It’s a little soon and I'm a bit nervous, but I'm happy over all” you said, a smile finally spreading across your face.

“My love, are you coming?” Daniel asked from inside the front doorway, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You flashed your husband a smile before making your way into the house. Daniel placed Henry’s carseat on the floor before carefully undoing the buckles and removing Henry from his seat.

You sat down on the couch and motioned for Daniel to come sit down next to you, which he did while holding Henry close to his chest. You rested your head on Daniel’s shoulder as you gently rubbed Henry’s cheek with the back of your pointer finger.

“He looks so much like you.. I can’t believe it” you whispered, admiring all of your son’s facial features.

“Everything except for my eyes, baby. Those baby blues are all from you” Daniel said with a smile before placing a kiss on your head, as well as Henry’s head. You smiled a little before pulling something out of the pocket of your jacket. It was the last brown envelope from Daniel’s gift 3 years ago.

‘Open when we are living the life you’ve always dreamed of’ was written across the front of the envelope. Daniel looked at you with a smile as he noticed what you had in your hand. “You still have one?” he asked, sort of shocked that you managed to keep track of it after all these years.

“Of course I do. I wasn’t going to lose this one” you said as you opened the envelope and pulled the white paper out.

My love,

I hope that this letter doesn’t get lost as I’m sure you have no intentions on opening it for several years. By the time you do open this, I hope that we are married with at least one child, living in our dream home together. Our relationship means so much to me, you mean so much to me, and I can’t wait to watch you become a mother. Ever since you agreed to be my girlfriend, it’s been something I’ve dreamed about. That sounds creepy, but I always knew that if I was going to have kids, it was going to be with you. Thank you for giving me everything I’ve ever wanted. Happiness, love, kindness, and of course hopefully by now, our child ( or children depending on when you open this )

I love you, baby.

Love, danny.

You smiled and teared up a little as you read through the letter. “Your brain seemed scrambled in that letter”

Daniel laughed. “Probably because I was writing about something so far in the future that I kind of just had to guess what would be going on when you opened it”

You kissed Daniel’s cheek gently before resting your head against his. “Thank you, Daniel.”

“Thank you for what?”

“All of these letters, this house, our marriage, our son… all of it. I’m so thankful for you and everything you've done.”

Daniel smiled and leaned down to kiss you. “Anything for you, my love.”

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 13 days

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https://www.gbnews.com/royal/kate-middleton-prince-louis-birthday-picture-royal-family-news

“The couple eventually posted a new photograph in the afternoon, despite having traditionally provided it to the press under an embargo the day before.”

I’m new to the whole process of how the birthday pictures are shared, but from the online articles (especially the above one), it seems to me that the Wales’ circumvented providing it directly to the press this time and only published the picture themselves on social media. If so, good for them!

Hopefully, the media has FAFO’d. And GB News may be salty, but they have no one to blame but themselves.

So how the birthday photos work is that usually the afternoon before a birthday (or a milestone anniversary or a new baby photo), William and Kate will send the picture out to the newspapers/photo agencies/media organizations with an embargo not to release before a certain time. This "certain time" has traditionally been around 10pm London time, which is usually when the UK morning newspapers "go to bed" - i.e., the layout/content is finalized and sent to the printers and the electronic copies are published to the internet/posted on social media.

Because of the time difference (10pm London is 5pm East Coast and 2pm West Coast), American social media tends to make the new pictures go viral on our side of the internet while the rest of the world is asleep. This is why you may have seen some American blogs cheering on Monday afternoon - the UK papers went to print without new photos of Louis for his birthday on the Tuesday front pages.

So then on the day of the actual birthday/anniversary, Kensington Palace will post their "Happy birthday to Kiddo" message with their original photo first thing in the morning to coincide with the locals waking up/reading their morning news. A few hours later, usually around their lunchtime/early afternoon, Kensington Palace does a "thank you for the happy messages" post with a second photo.

What happened this week with Louis's birthday is that Kensingon Palace did not provide the newspapers, photo agencies, media orgs with a new photo of Louis for his birthday. According to Rebecca English, this is because William and Kate didn't want to share photos because either a) it felt hypocritical after spending January through March begging for privacy or b) how the press treated them over the Mother's Day photo and Kate's video message.

But something happened, William and Kate changed their minds about not sharing the photo and decided to post one anyway. They posted the new photo straight to their own social media first, before then sending it out to the news and media organizations.

Why they changed their minds, we don't know. Maybe their office got too many phone calls about it. Maybe their staff reported on all the social media tributes. Maybe there was a ton of mail/birthday cards delivered for Louis. We know that they probably intended to share new photos. You don't have a photoshoot with young kids for the heck of it. My theory is they did the photos, someone got cold feet about sharing photos after what happened last month, and they were on the fence about it until they saw the genuine love, support, and appreciation for Louis (and the family) from the general public.

I'd like to see this being the new MO going forward - pictures released exclusively to their social media first, then circulated to the media (or forcing the media to use the social media copy exclusively). We won't really know till Charlotte's birthday next week if this was a one-off or truly a change in how they handle the media.

On that note...I do kinda feel like we might be getting an anniversary picture this year. With Kate's health issues, they may feel like an anniversary picture would comfort people who are worried about her, and it may be how they thank the public for their support and well wishes. Of course, the caveat being that Kate has felt well enough to be photographed/appear on camera.

#ask #brf #waleses

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Random Headcanons for the Scream (1996) Group

A/N Okay so I know I've been promising a bunch of fics and they will be coming...eventually. But right now I have major Scream brainrot so here are some of my headcanons for the characters

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Billy & Stu being misogynistic, mentions of bullying, mentions of cheating, brief mention of alcohol, mention of murder/canon typical violence in Scream

Billy is the oldest and Randy is the youngest

More specifically the birth order goes Billy, Tatum, Sidney, Stu & then Randy

Billy & Tatum's birthdays are both in September and are two weeks apart

Sidney's birthday is in November

Stu's birthday is in late March because in my mind there is no way that man is not an Aries

Randy's birthday is only about a month after Stu's, but Stu uses any chance he gets to bring up the fact that Randy is the "baby" of the group to piss him off

For example:

Stu cuts off Randy during one of his rants about how the sinners are always punished in horror movies because, "What do you know about the sex rules in horror movies, anyways huh?! You're such a virgin, I bet you have wet dreams about Jamie Lee's breasts" Stu chuckles, blowing air in Randy's ear.

"Shut up!" Randy argues back, he feels a blush spread across his face and up to his ears.

"Aww look Billy, the baby's blushing. It is true!" Stu laughs louder.

"I'm not a baby! Your birthday is only 3 weeks before mine!" Randy pouts.

"Whatever you say, baby" Stu sticks his tongue out at Randy, devolving into a fit of laughter at his expense.

Randy has autism (I feel like this one isn't even up for debate)

Stu has ADHD and dyslexia

Tatum isn't a natural blonde:

Her real hair color is a shade of brown slightly lighter than Sidney's. She started dying her hair during junior year because she wanted to stand out more

Speaking of hair dying, Stu definitely bleached his hair sophomore year (think Tim Laflour from Senseless) just to piss off his parents

I wouldn't say Tatum is boy crazy but I think she definitely likes knowing that she can hold a man's attention

I feel like Stu and Tatum haven't been dating that long, having only gotten together about 6-8 months before the start of Scream

I also think Stu is Tatum's first real relationship

I feel like Sidney and Casey Becker would have been besties if they had gotten the chance to get closer

Tatum was always secretly a little insecure whenever Casey got brought up but if she had really gotten to know her they would've been friendly too.

I think Stu used to tell Tatum lies about Casey/ Casey & his relationship to make Tatum jealous on purpose

Literally if it wasn't for Stu then Sidney, Tatum and Casey would've been such an iconic girl group

I think in terms of distance Randy and Tatum live closest to each other, their houses are only a few blocks away from each other near the center of town

Billy also lives close to the center but heading the opposite direction from Tatum and Randy

Sidney's house is closet to Stu's with the two of them living on the outskirts of town in the more rural area.

Group hangouts & movie nights are usually at Stu's place because his house has the most space and his parents are rarely home

Occasionally Randy will host movie nights at his house but not as often as Stu because whenever the group hangs out at Randy's, Martha wants to be included

And while Randy loves his sister, they can't really watch slasher movies and drink beer with a kid hanging around

I think before Maureen was murdered the gang would hang out at Sidney's house a lot too

But after she died, Sidney found it hard to have company over because it reminded her of all the memories she had of her mom, like her baking cookies for Sid & her friends, or all the times she had begged her mom to let Tatum sleep over on a school night, and now it was too painful to try and create new happy memories in the house since she was gone

Billy always preferred hanging out at Stu's as he was finding it harder and harder to be at the Prescott's house

Each time he walked through the door he could feel his blood boiling thinking about what was going on between Sidney's mother and his father & how much of a slut Maureen was

Okay so I've found myself struggling to figure out how Randy ended up in that friend group

Because for me I think Sidney and Tatum have been best friends for forever, having been friends since the 1st grade

Stu and Billy have also been friends a long time, meeting each other in the 3rd grade when Billy's family moved to Woodsboro and the two instantly clicked.

But Randy... he feels like a bit of an outsider compared to the other boys and I doubt him and Tatum would have been friends first if it wasn't for the fact they already had mutual friends

I think Sidney was the one to introduce Randy to the group:

Like it's the 7th grade and Sidney and Tatum are a school dance (I'm imagining something like the Snow Ball from Stranger Things) and this group of popular guys come running up to them snickering being like "Our friend has a crush on you! This guy wants to ask you out... we're totally like his best friends." And Sidney can tell something is up

She sees the group of boys gesturing to this geeky looking kid sitting by himself all awkward on the bleachers and instantly knows that he's the butt of some practical joke.

"He wants to make out with you! He told me himself!" The leader of the group laughs pointing at Sidney.

"Leave us alone you creeps!" Tatum yells back, pulling her and Sidney away from the boys before they take off laughing.

And then Sidney is just standing there looking at this poor kid alone on the bleachers and before she can stop herself, she's walking over to him

Tatum is just watching her like girl wtf are you doing?!

Sidney sits down beside him and introduces herself

Needless to say Randy is shocked, like why is this cute girl talking to him of all people!?

"Hey I'm sorry those guys are such jerks! Would you like to dance with my friend and me?" Sidney asks pointing to Tatum

And then it's literally love at first sight for Randy.

Randy spends the rest of the night dancing and talking with the girls and Sidney starts to realize maybe this kid isn't all that weird and annoying after all

After the dance, Sidney and Randy start saying hi to each other in the halls or occasionally eating lunch together until it grows into a fully formed friendship

Also just because Tatum wasn't super open to Randy in the beginning doesn't mean that they're not besties now

Because they are!

I see Tatum and Randy being big time gossip buddies

Like Randy is obviously really nerdy so I see him as being the type of guy other people don't really pay attention to

Which means the more popular students will be gossiping right in front of him like he's not even there and Randy's holding on to every single word

Like one time he was sitting in the library only pretending to type up his English essay because the two girls next to him were whispering about how Christina from his biology class had not only gotten knocked up over summer break but how her boyfriend might not be the father because "Casey like totally saw her sneaking upstairs with this scary-looking guy at Steve Orth's 4th of July party"

And Randy is sitting there feeling like his head is going to explode if he doesn't immediately run and share this news with Tatum so the two can swap theories on who the mystery guy is

Stu likes to gossip too but Tatum is selective with what she tells him because he's a blabbermouth and will spread the stories all over school

I feel like the friendship as we see it in the opening of Scream didn't happen right away

Like usually it was just Billy & Stu hanging out and then Sidney & Tatum, or Randy and the girls hanging out separately

It was until freshman year that the 5 of them all started hanging out as one big group as Billy and Sidney got closer

Randy didn't want to admit it to the girls but I think he was happy at first to have some guy friends around

Although tbh Billy and Stu are more like his frenemies at best with how much they like to abuse and tease him

I like to headcanon that Randy was raised by a single mom, with his dad walking on the family when Randy was 8, leaving his mom to take care of him and Martha by herself

Because of this I think Randy can struggle a bit with his masculinity sometimes

I think before the murders he used to look to Billy and Stu as sort of guides on how to be "manly"

But as he got older, like during junior/early senior year, he started to see just how much of misogynistic jerks the two were

I think Randy is closer to Stu than Billy

Like during the rare moments where Stu isn't making fun of him they actually have similar interests in terms of movies and will chat about that

I don't think Randy ever really liked Billy as he always saw him as a sort of competition for Sidney's affection

But I feel like he tried to make an effort to get along with Billy until the start of their junior year:

Billy's mom had left him and his dad under mysterious circumstances a week before the start of the new school year & Billy had been acting a little more off than usual

Randy feeling empathetic towards him and remembering what it was like when his dad left tried to start a conversation with Billy about it:

"Hey, Billy I know we've never been as close as you and Stu but if you want to talk about y'know... your mom" Randy trailed off, glancing at Billy over the door to his locker, Billy's face unreadable. "Look I remember when my dad left I-"

Before Randy could finish his sentence, Billy grabbed him by the shirt collar, shoving him harshly into the wall of lockers.

"Listen shithead! Your father ran off with his cum dump slut of a secretary," Billy sneered his face inches from Randy's, a look of anger in his eyes that Randy had never seen before. "Don't try and fucking act like you understand any of this."

Billy let go slamming him back into the lockers and storming off, leaving Randy scared and speechless.

Billy gave Randy a half assed apology later that day during lunch, saying all the stress at home was getting to him and urged Randy to keep the whole situation between the two of them

Randy agreed but never truly forgave Billy and lost all trust in him after that

Lastly, this might be controversial but I feel like the queer relationship between Stu and Billy was one sided

Like Stu definitely had a crush on Billy

And Billy liked Stu because he was "different" and "understood him", but his feelings towards Stu weren't as strong as Stu's were for him

I kinda feel like Billy used Stu's crush to manipulate him a bit

Like Stu definitely went along with the murders of his own accord because he's sick and twisted and thought they were fun

But I think Billy sold him on this lie of how the pair would be the two sole survivors and they would go on to create a sequel

While Billy cared for Stu, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him if it meant he could get away with his plan as revenge was always what was most important to him

And one thing about Stu is that guy has a big mouth

He could barely go one day without not so subtly bragging about how he and Billy murdered Casey and Steve

I doubt Billy expected him to be able to keep the whole events of the Woodsboro murders a secret for very long

Which is why I think Billy cut him a little too deeply in the kitchen scene on purpose

Stu was just his muscle and lap dog to help him carry out his big plan

Billy always saw himself as the lone "final girl" in his revenge plot so Stu bleeding out from his wounds wouldn't have been that big of an issue to him

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levi-supreme · 1 year

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Only the best for you

Characters: Levi x fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: Not SFW, minors and ageless blogs DNI. Established relationship (Levi and reader are married). Body worship (breast play), oral sex (fem!receiving), soft making love, slight breath play.

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: It's 3 March where I live, so yay, happy birthday to me!!! This is the soft birthday smut I promised you all, and this is a rewrite of my self-ship version without all the gory self-ship coded details.

It's been three whole months since I've written anything, so thank you to my bestie/sister-in-law Mrs Smith @ack3rlady for being my beta <333 I hope you all enjoy this!!

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Another year had passed, and it was your birthday today. Levi told you that he planned a short birthday staycation at a fancy hotel, and you couldn’t wait for today to come. You arrived at the hotel after noon, and you both were ushered into a suite located on the highest floor.

The view from the one-bedroom suite was absolutely beautiful. You could see the entire city from high above, and the living area had the perfect view of the sunset. The pantry and mini fridge were well-stocked and there was a sliding door to separate the living area from the bedroom.

The king sized bed looked extremely comfortable and the pillow covers were so silky soft to the touch. The bathroom had marbled his and hers sinks coupled with a nice bathtub right next to the window where you could look down at the city.

“This place is lovely, Levi,” you smiled as you hugged him tight, “thank you.”

“Only the best for you.” Levi gave you a kiss before hurrying you to unpack your bags. The both of you spent a relaxing afternoon lounging on the bed watching movies on the television, and you ordered some food from the room service catalogue as well.

By evening, Levi told you to dress up and head out to dinner. You wore your favourite dress which accentuated all your curves and flaunted your physique. Your husband on the other hand kept his dressing neat and casual. He wore a baby blue buttoned shirt and paired it with a pair of white trousers. Levi opted for a navy jacket as well. Ditching the usual white cravat, he left the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. You frowned every time someone looked at him or even batted an eyelash towards his direction. Who was Levi trying to look good for anyway? He knew you would be bothered by his outfit choice of the night, and he kept you close by his side at all times. Holding you by the waist, Levi’s eyes were on you the entire night.

Your birthday dinner was splendid and you even had a complimentary birthday cake gifted to you from the restaurant. Once you both finished eating, Levi ushered you out of the restaurant and you both walked back to his car. When you looked up, you saw a few stars dotting across the night sky. The more you looked, the more stars you began to see. You were excited to know where Levi would bring you to after dinner. However, you recognised that the route Levi took was back to the hotel and you felt your heart sink.

“W-we’re going back already? But it’s still early.” you pouted, disappointed that the night was ending so quickly. Levi held your hand while his other was on the steering wheel.

“Your present is in the room, silly.” Levi chuckled, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. Hearing that, you felt slightly happier, and tried to hide your smile by biting down on your lip. Maybe Levi is surprising me with something, you thought to yourself.

When you two went back to the suite, Levi told you your present was on the bed. You hastily removed your shoes and ran in, but there was no present anywhere. Not on the bed, not on the sofa, not on the floor. In fact, the room was the same as when you left.

“Levi, love, what present is it? There’s nothing here! It’s a mess and—”

“Happy birthday, my love,” Levi reappeared with a large bouquet of your favourite flowers. You were at a loss for words. Where did he hide them? You accepted the bouquet from Levi with shaking hands, taking a whiff of the flowers. They were gorgeous and smelled like heaven. You couldn’t help but smile widely.

“Thank you, Levi, the flowers are lovely.” you placed the bouquet on the sofa near the window and looked at him. Levi hung his jacket by the chair and closed the curtains. He took out his phone and soon, soft music played in the background as you felt the room get slightly colder.

“The flowers are just the appetiser.” Levi teased as he walked closer to you. Levi took your lips by surprise as he kissed you, going soft and slow. You returned the kiss with equal fervour, wrapping your hands around Levi’s waist. As your tongues intertwined, you felt Levi’s hand slip under your dress, fingers lightly tracing the hem of your panties. You tightened your grip around his waist, pressing your body against his and felt him inhale sharply. Breaking the kiss, the both of you locked eyes before your hand reached up to your zipper, about to unzip your dress. However, Levi stopped you before you could do anything.

“Today’s your day, so let me make you feel special.” Levi said with a smile before reaching his hand to your zipper, slowly pulling it down whilst gazing deep into your eyes. Prying the dress off your body, you stepped out of the dress as it pooled by your ankles. You were longing for his touch again; hastily drawing him closer, causing your lips to collide once more. He caught you in time, calloused fingers firmly gripping your ass. Levi walked towards the mattress while sucking on your neck. Gently putting you down on the mattress, Levi broke the kiss once more and hovered above you.

Levi slowly kissed his way from your forehead down to your cheeks, below your jaw and past your clavicles, travelling down the valley of your breasts to the hem of your panties. All you could do was to let out soft pants and whimpers, feeling your body shake with desire and warmth gathering around your core. Levi kissed up again as you arched your back, hastily removing your bra and throwing the offending article of clothing away.

Levi could feel the goosebumps on your skin as his lips placed a soft kiss just below your ear. His hands moved from your cheek down to your breasts, taking your nipple between his fingers. A soft sigh left your lips when you felt Levi rolling your hardened bud between his fingers, his warmer hand a contrast to your cold skin. Levi kissed towards your chest again, leaving wet kisses along your collarbone and finally to your breast. Glancing up at you briefly, Levi kissed and sucked your perky nipple .

“U-uhh, Levi, ahh—” you let out another moan when you felt his tongue circle around your areola in a teasingly slow manner while his other hand never stopped massaging and playing with your other breast, his thumb ghosting past your nipple. Your body started squirming, your hands didn’t know where to go, ultimately choosing to land in Levi’s hair, messing it up within seconds. Levi alternated between sucking and licking your nipple, occasionally switching to pay attention to your other breast that was occupied by his hand. With a ‘pop’ of his lips, he never stopped giving your soft mounds the attention they deserved; in fact, Levi was paying a lot more attention to your breasts than usual.

“Mmm, babe—ahh, L-Levi…” you whined as Levi started massaging your breasts, gathering them together in his palm and kissing them gently. “W-what are you do-doing?”

“I told you. I’m making you feel special, birthday girl.” He replied nonchalantly, leaving wet kisses across your chest. Levi continued to slowly massage your breasts, watching your eyes close in pleasure and listened to your soft pants. Levi watched your chest heave up and down, looking at your lips. His gaze descended towards your chest again. Your tits felt so soft and beautiful; he couldn’t help himself but to give them more attention today.

Levi started licking your nipple slowly again, earning a few more louder moans. Your hand started moving on its own, sliding into your panties. That small gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

“Hands off,” without warning, Levi removed your panties in one swift move and dived straight to your cunt, already wet and inviting. You groaned in delight, surprised by his sudden bold move. “I said I’m making you feel special tonight, princess.”

“L-Levi,” you moaned breathlessly, threading your fingers through Levi’s hair again as his tongue licked up and down your lower lips. Levi hummed against them, poking his tongue against your soaking entrance. He looked up at you slightly before his tongue started drawing little circles around your clit. You let out a hum of satisfaction, feeling pleasure flood through your entire being. Goosebumps were appearing across your skin.

“Oh, fuck! Y-yes—mmm, L-Levi…” you cried out in pleasure as Levi continued to toy with your clit. You desperately needed to do something; Levi’s tongue felt amazing on your cunt, and you wanted, no, needed, to do more and to feel more. You took your nipple between your fingers, rolling the little nub while your other hand maintained its grip on Levi’s hair. You let out a loud whine as you pinched your nipple, feeling the tingles all over your body. You suddenly felt embarrassed. You’ve never touched or played with yourself like that before; not during sex with Levi, and definitely not when you’re alone. Levi heard your whine and glanced towards you again, letting out a small hum of surprise—it was his first time seeing you play with your own body, and he damn well loved this sight. Levi cupped your ass and brought your hips even closer to his mouth, feeling his pants getting tighter by the second.

You tugged Levi’s hair a little harder when you felt his tongue lick you up and down while his hands stroked your thighs and ass slowly. You squirmed around in delight, feeling your orgasm approach soon. Way too soon. The numbing sensation of your toes and the tightening of your muscles were all too familiar. Incoherent muttering left your lips as you listened to Levi lapping up your juices, sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were about to lose your mind. Your body trembled; partly from the cold and from how close you were to your release.

“F-fuck! I’m cumming… oh fucking—L-Levi, I’m—” without warning, you came hard and fast, rocking your hip as Levi drank up your sweet essence. Levi moaned against your lips as he felt you slowly calm down, coaxing your hips down onto the bed. You were breathing heavily, still recovering from your high moments ago. Your hand was still massaging your breast as you tried to maintain this euphoria longer. Crawling up towards you and hovering above you again, Levi looked at you with a small smile. Without saying a word, Levi kissed your forehead once more and cupped your cheek.

“Tell me, beautiful, were you disappointed we came back here after dinner?” Your eyes darted away immediately, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Wh”—you stammered as you refused to look Levi in the eye—“n-no! No, of cou—”

“Tch,” Levi cut you mid-sentence and kissed your cheek, “don’t hide it from me. I saw that disappointed pout you had when you realised I was driving back here.” You bit your lip and looked at Levi. No doubt you were expecting something else, but no way in hell were you letting Levi know, even though he could probably already tell from your expressions. He knew you inside out, after all. You let out another pout.

“F-fine, I was a little upset, okay? I thought there was something else you know, like a nice walk around the city, or, I don’t know, at least a movie?” You soon admitted. Levi chuckled again once he heard you, stroking your cheek.

“So, are you still feeling disappointed now?” You laced your arms around Levi’s neck and pulled him closer, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Nope, not really. We can always watch a movie and order room service,” you bit your lip again and looked at him shyly, feeling a subtle warmth flood your cheeks, “or we can stay in bed all night.” Levi smirked and pushed himself up, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it somewhere.

“That’s what I plan on doing, princess.” Without delay, Levi took your lips by surprise again as you locked your arms around his neck, arching your back as you kissed him with enthusiasm. Releasing one hand, Levi unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down in one swift move, shrugging out of his briefs as well. Slowly, Levi kissed his way down your torso once more, sliding his hands down your sides to caress your thighs. He placed a featherlight kiss on your hip before taking his erection in his hand.

“What do you think,” Levi muttered while you looked at him dazed, “you ready for me yet?” Levi teased as he stroked himself a few times before prodding your entrance with his tip. You looked at Levi with a twinkle in your eyes and gave him a small smile before he slowly slid himself into your slippery cunt, your wet and inviting entrance sucking him in snugly. Both you and Levi let out moans of satisfaction once Levi was fully in, giving you a moment to adjust.

“I love you so much, beautiful.” Levi muttered as he slid out inch by inch, slowly pushing his way back into you again. You groaned as you grabbed his arms, feeling his every move in and out. Levi slowly gyrated his hips, grunting as he hit you in all the right spots. Your walls clenched around him tighter and your legs closed around his waist, pulling him even closer. Without stopping his hips, he leaned down and cradled your face in his palms, kissing you slow and deep. As your tongues intertwined, your hands went higher up Levi’s back, leaving angry marks all across his skin. Levi’s pace was slow and easy, gradually fuelling your own want and need.

“I love you so much too, Levi,” you uttered between kisses, taking another sharp intake of breath when Levi’s tip brushed past your sweet spot again. You let out another soft cry, feeling your toes curl in pleasure. “... y-you’re the best birthday gift I can ever ask for.” Levi titled your chin up, planting a kiss on your throat. His rhythm and thrusting was becoming sloppier.

“Fuck! I’m gon—” Levi grimaced as he felt your insides clench around him again, letting out a gasp near the shell of your ear, “g-gonna fucking cum if you keep d-doing this.”

“Go on then, babe, cum inside me,” you looked at Levi and planted a kiss on his lips, “I’m close, too.”

Hearing you, Levi grunted and pushed himself up, thrusting inside you with more strength. Levi still went slow, yet each forceful thrust hit you deeper than before. Your face contorted with pleasure until you felt Levi’s hand wrap itself around your throat, putting pressure down just very slightly. You gasped again, losing yourself in the feeling of floating in air. The feeling of dizziness and slight asphyxia felt too good to be true, it heightened your sensations more than you realised. You mumbled Levi’s name over and over again as he continued to grind his hips in you, until you locked your legs around him tight as you convulsed. Hugging Levi close, you heard him grunt before leaning down on you and you felt his dick pulsate in you, filling you whole with his thick ropes of cum.

“Happy birthday, y/n.” Levi gave you another kiss on your forehead. You smiled and held on to Levi as he carried you towards the bathroom, setting you down into the bathtub.

“Thank you, love,” you giggled as Levi filled the bathtub with warm water, “but I hope this isn’t the only present.” You replied cheekily and Levi rolled his eyes, snorting as you splashed water towards him.

“Tch. Of course not. We’re having breakfast first thing tomorrow, and then you’re free to do whatever you want until your evening massage appointment at the hotel’s spa before dinner.” Your eyes widened after hearing Levi. You wanted to tell him earlier that you were thinking of trying out the hotel’s facilities, especially the massage session at the hotel’s award-winning spa.

“Aww, you booked an appointment for me already?” You threw your arms around Levi’s shoulder, peppering kisses all over his cheek. “You’re the best husband ever!” Levi merely grinned and turned you around, helping you scrub your back.

“Only the best for you.” He simply said, giving you a kiss on your temple. The both of you took your time in the bathtub, enjoying the scenic view of the city right outside your window. Once done, you wiped yourselves dry and went back to the bedroom, drying your hair while Levi went to pick up all the dirty clothes. When he came back, you were already lounging in bed in your sleepwear, getting ready for bed.

“We’re sleeping already?” Levi questioned. You put down your phone and gave him a smile.

“How do you feel about watching the sunrise tomorrow?” You smiled and cuddled close to Levi, “we can go to the gym or the swimming pool before breakfast too.” Levi kissed your crown and switched off the bedside lamp.

“Sounds lovely.” You quickly told Levi that you already set the alarm for 4am and he gave you a nod. Fluffing the pillows, Levi pulled you into his embrace and covered the comforter over you.

“Good night, y/n.” Levi whispered before kissing your forehead. You uttered a soft ‘good night, Levi’ before closing your eyes, falling asleep to Levi’s slow, deep breathing.

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harlowcomehome · 2 years

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“Happy birthday new dad!”

It was the night of the twelfth, Hazel was only a few days old, having just been born on the sixth. Tomorrow was Jacks birthday, so you struggled to put your newborn in a “Happy birthday Daddy” onesie before Jack noticed.

Jack didn’t expect anything for his birthday, that was something you admired so much about him. Jack never expected things, he never felt like he was owed anything, he took every day with you as it came.

When your due date was so close to his birthday you had sighed, visibility feeling overwhelmed about it all. “Hey, don’t worry about it” he rubbed the small of your back. He knew what you were worried about almost instantly. Every year since you had met he and Urban had a joint birthday party, and for the past few years you had abut a big hand in planning it.

“I just feel like it’s not fair to you, you work so hard and you deserve a big celebration” you said with tears in your eyes, clearly hormonal. Jack held back a smile, knowing it might upset you. “Baby, a party is going to be the last thing on our minds” he leaned in, kissing your forehead.

What Jack didn’t know is you had talked to Urban about it almost immediately. You had planned everything super far in advance, not knowing when you’d actually be having Hazel. So tonight, the night before his actual birthday you had several things planned already.

Hazel had her onesie on and ready for Dad to see at midnight, he usually got up with you around that time so you thought it would be perfect as the thirteenth day of March creeped in.

Hazel cried a few minutes after midnight, right on cue. “Mmm I got it” Jack mumbled to you as he sleepily got out of bed and put his slippers on. You waited a moment before following him closely.

“Oh mamas, you’re okay. You’re alright” Jack whispered as he walked over to his newborn daughter who was crying to be fed. He hadn’t noticed her onesie immediately, it wasn’t until Hazel was calm again that he read it. “That’s cute, when did you change her?” He smiled at you as you watched him immediately light up. “While you were getting ready for bed” you walked over to him and leaned against his body, the both of you exhausted as Hazel started drifting back to sleep.

“Happy birthday handsome” you looked up at him and he held you by the waist, being gentle with your aching body. “Thank you beautiful” he leaned down to kiss you. The two of you tiptoed back to bed. “Wait babe, check the closet. Top right” you smiled as you crawled back into your warm bed. Jack looked at you confused but walked over to the closet, noticing something that had been hidden really well for the last few months. He pulled down a box with a big red bow on it, a smile painted across his entire face. “Go ahead” you motioned to the box and he sat up in bed beside you, you leaned against the pillow underneath you as he untied the bow.

Inside was a limited edition jacket he had been wanting for a while now, he couldn’t find it and was discouraged when Metta surprisingly couldn’t either. It was because you had gotten the last one and he didn’t need to know that Metta had been lying to him for months now, her being the one who helped you find it. “Baby how? When did you?” He was in shock, you had been planning most things for months now, still wanting him to feel special on his birthday. He peppered your face in kisses, you giggled as you wrapped your arms around him. “I just want you to know that you’re loved and appreciated” you sighed and he kissed your forehead once more “I never doubt that babe.” You looked up at him “I know, but I think you deserve to hear it.” He smiled and set the box and jacket down beside him so he had full ability to turn toward you. “This birthday is already my favorite. I have the best wife who just so happened to make me a dad. I couldn’t be happier” he sighed, a sigh of relief and bliss. You smiled knowing he was in for a day of surprises. “I love you Jackman” you hummed, he knew you rarely used his entire first name, “I love you too Y/N.”

Hazel woke up four more times throughout the night and early morning hours, you tried your best to sneak away alone wanting Jack to get rest but he refused. You were grateful for how involved he snagged to be.

When it was actually time to get up for the day you got Hazel situated and made Jack breakfast. “Babe, don’t overdo it.” He walked over to you, he was worried about your healing process, and ever since you got home he was constantly on you for doing “too much.”

“I can make my birthday boy breakfast, it’s fine” you smiled and he nodded as he watched over Hazel. You brought him a plate of food, sitting beside him and playing with his messy curls as he ate. “Don’t forget you have a meeting at ten” you reminded him, he looked confused “I do?” You nodded, holding back a smile. It wasn’t so much a meeting as it was a planned massage. You had bought both Urban and Jack a massage for their birthdays, Urban agreeing to come get Jack so they could go together. “Do you remember what it’s for? I scheduled a meeting on my birthday?” He sat confused for the moment before realizing he had to make time to shower. “I’ll be right back” he said to you as he got ready for the day.

While he was in the shower you called Urban who let you know he was on his way. You reminded Urban of the plan and he laughed “trust me, I remember!” The two boys left together and shortly after you called Neelam. Neelam came right over, giving you the opportunity to shower and get somewhat ready yourself. Jack had already messaged you, which made you smile.

Husband💜: You sure are sneaky. Thank you. 😘

You fed Hazel while Neelam directed some event coordinators and designers to your back patio. You were having a long table set outside with decorations for a private dinner. You still wanted to host a birthday party even if it was on a much smaller scale. The event planners worked fast, making sure everything was perfect for you and you couldn’t be more grateful. To be fair you had paid a pretty penny and you were excited it came out exactly as planned.

You checked Jacks location, seeing that he was likely on his way home. You immediately called Clay, who was also part of your plan. Clay knew to call Jack and Urban and invite them over as a distraction if things ran late, luckily for you they were right on time and it wasn’t necessary.

When Jack and Urban showed up at the house it was already middle of the afternoon. You had shut the doors to the back patio so Jack wouldn’t see anything. “Can you rock Hazel to sleep for me?” You asked as Jack eyed you, he could tell you were getting ready for something but he didn’t know what for. “Are you going somewhere?” You shook your head “no babe, I just need a minute.” He nodded, gently taking Hazel from you as both he and Urban oohed and aahed over your newborn as they walked her into the bedroom.

Meanwhile, you and Neelam walked over to the kitchen, whispering the plan that was set to begin in two hours. Neelam was going to pick up the cake, the chef was showing up in about and hour and guests would be arriving shortly after. You had a table set for twelve, so this was more intimate than usual but it was everyone you could think of that was super close with you and Jack.

When the chef arrived Jack was still with Hazel, both he and Urban were sitting down whispering things back and fourth the last you checked, so you knew he was distracted.

You went outside to make sure the table was set with menus, that the Polaroid table was set up and that the not so subtle decorations were still in place.

Clay, Maggie and Brian all showed up first and together. You were so excited to greet them, Jack and Urban heard the commotion and came out to see what was going on.

“Hey!” Jack walked over and gave everyone a hug, Maggie took Hazel immediately. “What are you guys doing here?” Before anyone could answer he looked over at you and smiled, you took his hand and showed him what was set up outside. “You did this?” His eyes were filled with tears. “You didn’t have to do anything we just had a ba-“ you leaned in and kissed him. “It’s been in motion for months” you shrugged “its just dinner but I thought it would be nice.”

“You didn’t have to go through all of this trouble for me” he smiled, as a tear rolled down both of his cheeks. You wiped his face, holding back tears of your own “you deserve to feel special, especially after the way you took care of me while I was pregnant and continue to take care of me and Hazel. I want you to know it doesn’t go unnoticed.” You swallowed hard, feeling the lump in your throat. Jack reached out to you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I love you both, so much” he sighed and you sniffled “we love you too.”

Urban who had been watching the entire exchange picked up the polaroid camera, snapping a photo of the moment between you two.

“You’re going to want to remember this.” Urban said as he handed you the picture. He smiled and you and Jack did too.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 3 months

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Aaron and Criminal Minds March/Spring Prompt List

Photo credits: Left (@foxy-eva) Center (@agentdilfhotchner) Right (@enid-rhees)

Good evening loves! We made it to February! It’s hard to believe we are one month into 2024! I love the idea of the team during Spring time and I thought I'd make some March/Spring prompts because it makes me happy. This prompt list is inspired by the always amazing, @imagining-in-the-margins who always make the best prompt lists. I'm currently writing for her New Beginnings Challenge (linked) and having a blast). For my prompts, I won’t write for all these prompts, but I will for at least a few. The rules for using these prompts are that there are no rules! You could use any Criminal Minds characters, OCs, reader inserts, etc. You could draw, write, make mood boards, or imagine anything else. I have included 31 prompts for each day of the month. I also get inspiration from plain old words, so I’ve included 10 Spring words that might inspire something. Lastly, I’ve included a few dialog and art prompts too. You can find that all below the cut. If any of these prompts inspire you to create, I’d love to be tagged to see what you have made. This is all just for fun. I wish everyone a great start to the month. Please know I’m proud of you wherever you are right now. Love - Levi 🌸

General Prompts

Character A buys Character B their favorite flowers once they are in season.

Character A plans a fun day out at the park with their kid and they run into Character B unexpectedly.

The team gets called to a case on the beach in Florida.

Character A had experienced something bad this time last year and Character B checks in on them.

Character A buys a new swimsuit to feel confident in their own skin.

Spring Break with the BAU (young AU or present-day or anything else.)

Character A becomes addicted to a seasonal drink at a coffee shop and begs the barista to teach them how to make it.

Character A buys pastel lingerie for Character B.

A night of celebration after the case reveals feelings that have been hidden for over a year.

The newest member of the BAU has their birthday on their first case ever. The team still tries to make it something for them anyway.

A Character manages to catch a cold in the middle of Spring.

On an incredibly hot case, Character A collapses from heat exhaustion.

Characters A and B bump into each other at a music festival.

The team goes to the beach together and Character A and B awkwardly put sunscreen on each other.

Characters A develops an allergy to a favorite food and tries to find alternatives.

The BAU faces a lockdown in Quantico as an active threat is in the building.

Character A confesses their love to someone and gets turned down. Character B makes sure Character A is holding up okay after the rejection.

Character A gets drugged and Character B gets them to the hospital.

Character A has a bad dream and calls Character B; they talk till morning.

Breakfast in bed.

Characters A and B go on a date to a bookstore/record store and things get more frisky than expected.

Characters A and B try role play in bed for the first time.

Characters A and B take a road trip.

There is a malfunction on the jet and it makes an emergency landing. The team is stuck in the airport for a few hours.

Characters A and B get matching tattoos.

Characters A and B get a little too competitive about March Madness / Sports.

Characters A and B talk about possible baby names.

BAU case on a ranch in the West (Yeehaw).

It's Characters A and B's last night before their wedding.

A tragedy strikes the team at the worst time. The must bond to move on.

Easter Egg Hunt with the BAU.

Word Prompts

Refreshed

Swimsuit

Break

Lemonade

Tipsy

Easter

Park

Blossom

Picnic

Beach

Dialog Prompts

“If you can beat me at beach volleyball, I'll do your files for a week.”

“________ people wear sunscreen for a reason. You're all burned up.”

“Do you have any idea how many people lose their virginity during Spring Break?” "No... Why do you ask?"

“Spring is great until you get to the allergies.”

“This time of year isn't all it's cracked up to be. At least, not for me.”

“_______ if you don't buy that sun dress and make ______ swoon I'm gonna believe love is dead.”

Art Prompts

Any CM kid in a cute Easter costume. Bonus if the parent matches.

Any BAU member in a swimsuit.

A BAU prank gone wrong.

Garcia in the most SPRING outfit possible.

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aihoshiino · 4 months

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I did some mathing in my brain about when is AI’s and the Twins birthdays since I’m trying to figure out with what we got in the prologue since Aka never gave anyone birthdays and the time line of seasons is a fuck here. but I’m thinking Ai just turned 16 around the same time she was discovered to be 20 weeks along(5 months) and it starts snowing when her death/20th birthday but the twins birth it also starts snowing with the reincarnation happens.Japan usually starts having snow around mid December til early April so I’m shooting that AI’s birthday is around December while the twins might be late march if im doing a ball park guess I know this is weird thing to bring up in a ask but if Akasaka doesn’t give us birthdays then the fans gonna have to do it with the context clues we get especially since she’s still 16 when the twins are like … 6 months. Idek I’m rambling and want to know of your take cause I love your takes

please undrstand i am saying this with nothing but love but this ask briefly sent me down a rabbithole of forbidden knowledge and insanity and i feel like a lovecraft protag who has seen too much. I THINK i have made sense of all this but.................... listen akasaka clearly didn't think about it the same way i'm doing here so really, i guess i'm the clown in this scenario. heehoo.

The most direct clue we get about when Ai's birthday falls is in Viewpoint B, during her conversation with Kyun. The flashback portion of the story is implied to take place in December (the framing device is set in December and Kyun's recent breakup happened 'right before Christmas') and Ai's upcoming fifteenth birthday is mentioned indirectly; she talks about being about to age out of the children's home she'd been staying in which would put her birthday either in December or January.

This is also supported by the fact that the the snowfall that occurs after her death is noted to be unseasonably early. Given that the series is set mostly in Tokyo which mostly gets its snow in January, December makes the most sense for her birth month. In addition, during the little happy memories montage at the end of the episode, we see the family celebrating Christmas in a space that has exclusively Christmas decorations — so Ai's birthday is not close enough to the 24th or 25th for those sorts of celebrations to overlap. With all that in mind, my best guess for Ai's birthday is late November/early December. I personally like to headcanon it as November 28th, as it matches the timeframe and is when the real life Strawberry Productions Fan Thankgiving event was held.

As for the twins birthday, my instinct was to try and guesstimate this based on the details of Ai's pregnancy. We're directly told by the text that it lasted the full 40 weeks (which is actually not as common for twins — Ruby and Aqua were a bit late!) and that a few months have passed by the time she returns to working as an idol; Aqua and Ruby are using walkers the day she returns from her hiatus and babies are not typically physically capable of using them until around six months old. Obviously the twins are a bit more mobile than a regular baby would be much earlier, but they do seem to be reasonably constrained by the physical limits of their bodies so I feel pretty comfortable saying around six months have passed by the time Ai comes off hiatus. This also makes sense in terms of Ai's health, since it takes about six months to fully recovery from childbirth.

20 weeks post hiatus pregnancy + six months postpartum recovery = ten to eleven months passed between Ai arriving at the hospital and returning from her hiatus. It's also worth noting that she may not actually still be 16 around this time? When Saitou talks about her age, he mentions her becoming a mother at 16 which is obviously the age she had the kids, but it does leave room for her to have had a birthday between getting pregnant and actually having them.

With that 20 week starting point in mind, though, we can use the remaining 20 weeks of her pregnancy to try and narrow things down a bit more.

Using the anime as reference, it seems to be around early/mid autumn when Ai arrives at the hospital. If you look at the greenery behind Gorou when he's up on the roof, you can see there's patches where leaves are starting to show their autumn colours.

Since the hospital is all the way out in Takachiho, where autumn typically lasts between November and early December (if I'm remembering right?), my best guess would be that Ai arrived at the hospital probably late November or early December.

With that in mind, the remaining 20 weeks of her pregnancy playing out in full, that means the twins' birthday must be in mid to late April. This is actually implicitly confirmed to be the case in the series itself: while Ruby's age (and therefore Aqua's by extension) is given as 14 at the start of volume 2, they are already sixteen by the time LoveNow starts airing, which happens not long after they start high school - and the Japanese school year starts in April.

I'm choosing to headcanon them on the earlier side of April, just because that places them smack dab in the middle of cherry blossom season for Tokyo, which both makes them spring babies in contrast to Ai and ties nicely into how cherry blossoms represent rebirth and new beginnings.

anyway watch me post this ask and then next chapter confirms the twins were born or october 5th or some shit.............

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #you can tell this ask made me go full pussy insane because i willingly did math and timeline shit #WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR AKASAKA!!!!!!

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I love your family fics... A happy marriage, happy kids, unlike what I had. You make my days better and I spend couple of hours before going to sleep reading all your fics. Thank you so much

Hi bestie!

I haven't stopped thinking about this message since I saw it last night. I genuinely feel honoured to help in anyway, and knowing you find comfort in my fics means more than I can put into words.

I've always said that I write because it helps me. It helps get thoughts out of my head, it stops me from thinking when I really don't want to, it helps me channel my creativity in a way that feels productive. And the fact it helps other people in whatever way? That's incredible to me.

Anyway, I thought I'd write you something that is for you. A fic where they are happy and have kids and have the family we all deserve. I hope you can come back to this as often as you need to, and know it was written with you in mind.

So this is for you, and anyone else who might need it!

-x-

Daylight

March 7th. The date that had once been carved on her gravestone and one she didn’t want to be written on her little girl’s birth certificate.

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From the moment she found out her due date, she was determined that it wasn’t going to be her child's birthday. She’d gone as far as doing her own research, comforted by the fact there was only a 5% chance she’d have her little girl on the predicted date. She was further assured by the memory of her son’s birth. Oliver was almost two weeks late and she’d been induced. Aaron always joked that if he could, their 2-year-old son would climb back up inside of her, always keen to be wherever his mother was.

It mostly calms her nerves down, and lets her reassure herself for months that her daughter wouldn’t be exactly on time, that the day would pass as it did every year with little fanfare.

March 7th. The date that had once been carved on her gravestone and one she didn’t want to be written on her little girl’s birth certificate.

It felt wrong. The thought of something so happy, so full of joy as they completed their family, being on the same date as the day she died. The day her life changed forever five years ago, altered in a way she once thought she’d never get past. She didn’t want to associate her daughter, her sweet face still not something Emily could quite picture yet, with the worst day of her life. When her found family’s opinion of her was permanently shifted, when she died to save them, sent to another continent by the man she was now lucky enough to call her husband and the father of her children.

It wasn’t going to happen, not if she could help it.

Which was why she was absolutely not in labour.

She’d felt the first twinges in the middle of the night. The discomfort had torn her from sleep, her hand flying to her belly before she was even fully awake. She’d told herself they were Braxton Hicks contractions, something she’d been experiencing on and off for a couple of weeks. The pains had continued but were few and far between, and by the time Aaron woke up in the morning she’d half convinced herself it was nothing and just what came with being very pregnant.

Denial, she would later realise, was a very powerful thing.

She gets through most of the day ignoring that the pains are getting closer and the fact that Aaron keeps asking if she’s okay, clearly accepting the fact she was in labour much faster than she was. She shrugs him off, insisting she’s fine as she grips the arm of the couch whilst her stomach tenses and pain rolls over her like a wave. She gets through it, wanting nothing more than to simply make it to the end of the day, to get past midnight so her baby would be born on any other day.

Jessica comes round to pick up the boys after dinner, something that they’d agreed she’d start to do every evening in the lead-up to the baby being born so she wouldn’t have to come over in the middle of the night if Emily went into labour. Emily hugs Jack and Oliver a little tighter than she usually does as she says goodnight to them, aware, even underneath all her stubborn refusal, that the next time she sees them Oliver will no longer be her baby, and Jack will be an older brother again.

She’s standing in the kitchen making herself a snack when she’s stopped by another wave of pain, the spoon of peanut butter she’d had in her hand clattering to the countertop. She groans as she leans forward, her elbows on the kitchen counter as she breathes out slowly. She shifts her hips side to side, attempting to ease some of the pressure in her back.

“Sweetheart, I really think we should go to the hospital” Aaron says, reaching out to rub firm circles on her back, something that they’d figured out had provided her relief during her labour with Oliver, “The contractions are getting closer-”

“They aren’t contractions,” she insists as she cuts him off, her denial starting to sound weak even to herself, “It’s just some back pain,” she looks up at him. She attempts to smile, blowing out a breath as the wave of pain comes to an end, the tension in her body finally lifting, “I have done this before you know,” she says, trying to lighten the mood, to convince him that everything was fine. That she wasn’t having this baby today, “I know what I’m doing.”

Aaron watches her carefully and sighs as he shifts his hands to her hips and gently turns her to look at him. He sighs as he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, his knuckles brushing against her cheek. He knew what was wrong, what was making his usually logical wife act so out of character, what was making her deny the obvious. He knew the significance her due date held the moment the doctor had told them, the day engraved into his memory just as it once had been on a gravestone that bore her name. He’d been preparing for this eventuality since that appointment, aware that whilst it was unlikely she’d give birth on her due date it wasn’t impossible.

She’d been defying the odds since the day he’d met her, so why would now be any different?

“I know what day it is, Em,” he says carefully, his heart twisting in his chest as she tenses. He cups her jaw and rubs his thumb back and forth over her cheek, “I understand what you’re trying to do, but you are in labour and we need to get the two of you to the hospital, okay?”

She clenches her teeth, misplaced irritation aimed at him flooding through her in an instant. Sometimes she hated how well he knew her, how he could read her like a book. It had been jarring when they first got together before she allowed herself to settle into the comfort of the way he loved her. She’d mistaken the way he liked to care for her as control, the small but loving actions he did to make her day easier, difficult to get used to. Cups of coffee before she’d ask for them, snacks placed in front of her before she even knew she was hungry. His embrace always willing and waiting to hug her, to provide comfort she still wasn’t very good at asking for. She shakes off the irritation, a physical movement of her head that ends with her leaning into his palm, his thumb wiping away the tear that the movement dislodges from her lashline.

“Today can’t be her birthday,” she says, her voice raw, torn open by emotions she’d stuffed in her chest for months, the words sharp and bitter as they finally escape from where she’d held them captive. She places her hand on her stomach, her arm curling around her bump as she tries to protect her unborn daughter, “It just can’t be, Aaron. I never want to associate…”

She drifts off, her voice catching as she tries and fails to suppress a sob. He tugs her forward, looping his arms around her as best as he can with their daughter trapped between them. He shushes her, his lips against her forehead as he rubs his hand up and down her back.

“Sweetheart, today might end up being her birthday,” he says softly, shushing her again when she holds on tighter, her fingers digging into his skin so tightly he can feel her blunt nails through his shirt, “But that means it’s the start of something new, right?” He asks, pulling back to look at her, his heart clenching at the look on her face, the unshed tears in her eyes, “It means that today wouldn’t just be sad, it would be good too. A new beginning for us.”

She sniffs, blowing out a steady breath as she wipes her face, irritated at herself as more tears fall onto her cheeks, “I just hate that he’s in this,” she says, hiccuping through a sob as she speaks, “He tried to kill me, he almost did, and the anniversary of that might end up being the day she's born.”

“Ian is not in this,” he says firmly but calmly, cupping her cheek to make her look up at him, her gaze having drifted to the floor at the mention of Ian’s name. She furrows her brow and scoffs and he smiles softly at her, storing away yet another moment in their lives when she managed to look intimidating even when crying, “He isn’t. It’s just you, me, the boys and our little girl.” He places his hand on her stomach, linking his fingers through hers, “We’re about to meet her, and that’s in spite of him, not because of him.”

She blows out a breath as she nods, leaning forward and pressing her head into his shoulder, “You’re right.”

He smiles and kisses the side of her head, “Really? I don’t think you’ve ever said that before.”

She hums and pulls away, wiping her cheeks again, “Yeah,” she says, stamping a kiss on his lips, “Plus, my water just broke all over your shoes.”

He pulls back and he looks between his now wet shoes and floor, the damp patch on her sweats, and the smirk on her face. He leans forward and kisses her, a fierce but quick thing against her lips, before he pulls back.

“I’ll get you some fresh sweats and grab myself some different shoes, then we’ll go to the hospital,” he says, squeezing her hand before he lifts it to kiss her knuckles, “Let’s go have a baby.”

She nods, her smile only fading when he’s out of the room again, her hand on her stomach as she starts to feel the beginning of another contraction, rolling through her body as it’s chased by anxiety she can’t shift.

“Yeah,” she says, blowing out a steady breath, “Let’s go have a baby.”

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She grunts as she leans back against Aaron, whining as her body is barely given a chance to rest, her next contraction already building.

“Fuck,” she exclaims, squeezing Aaron’s hands tightly, “This sucks. This is so much worse than I remember,” she huffs out a breath, “Why didn’t I remember how much this sucks?”

“It’s nature’s way of tricking us into having more than one child,” her doctor says from the end of the bed, looking up at Emily from between her legs, her hand comfortingly on her knee, “Just another couple of pushes and your daughter will be here, Emily.”

Emily whimpers, a sound she would later deny entirely, and rests her head on her husband’s shoulder to look up at him. He’d climbed into the bed behind her hours ago, taking the same position he had when she gave birth to Oliver, her support both physically and emotionally as she brought their child into the world. She looks at their joint hands and sees the time on his watch.

11.35 pm

“Maybe she can wait 25 minutes,” she says, looking at her doctor, “It’s just another 25 minutes.”

The doctor exchanges a quick look with Aaron. He’d pulled her aside when they arrived, giving her a very abridged version of what was happening, why his wife was so hesitant to give birth today. He knows Emily wouldn’t thank him for it if she knew, but he wanted to keep her and their little girl safe, even if it meant enduring her wrath at a later date.

“Emily,” the doctor says, her smile so kind it makes Emily ache, “give me your hand.”

She nods, unclasping one of her hands from Aarons and reaching out to her doctor, letting her guide her until her fingers touch the top of her baby’s head, tears springing to her eyes as she chokes out a sob.

“She’s got so much hair,” she breathes out, her voice shaking almost as much as she was.

“And she’s almost here,” the doctor says, “We don’t have 25 minutes.”

Emily nods and leans back against Aaron, reaching for his hand again, her body starting to take over, pushing despite the fact she really doesn’t want to. She falls back against her husband again as she takes a moment to breathe in between pushes, aware that with every passing second, she gets closer to having her little girl in her arms.

“It’s all your fault you know,” she says, squeezing his hands tightly, “She gets it from you.”

He chuckles softly, his lips against the side of her head, “She gets what from me, sweetheart?”

She groans as the next contraction starts, “Being punctual.”

Her words turn into a scream as she pushes for a final time, her body sagging into Aaron’s as the piercing cry of a baby fills the room. Emily breathes out and it catches in her chest as her daughter is held up for her to see and she reaches her shaking hands to hold her.

“Congratulations,” the doctor says, her words, and everything other than Aaron and the baby in her arms, fading away as Emily looks at her daughter's face for the first time.

“Hi sweet girl,” she says, tears spilling down her cheeks as she holds the still-screaming baby against her chest, “Look at you,” she looks up at Aaron and isn’t surprised to see he’s crying too, “Look at her.”

“She’s beautiful,” he says, kissing his wife, “I love you so much,” he murmurs against her lips before he looks at the baby, now slightly calmer as she settles against Emily, “Hi princess,” he says, his eyes taking in every feature of her face, committing it to memory because he knew how much of a thief time was, how quickly she’d change right in front of him, “You look just like Mommy.”

Emily chuckles, “Sorry about the nose, baby,” she says, rubbing her hand up and down her daughter’s back, shifting to press her lips against her forehead. She looks up at her husband, “What time is it?”

Aaron looks at his watch and then back at his wife, blowing out a slow breath before he answers, “It’s 11.50, sweetheart.”

She chokes out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob, shaking her head as she looks back down at her daughter.

“That’s okay,” she says, her voice still shaking, overwhelmed with hormones and emotions she can’t find the name for. Suddenly everything she’d spent months worrying about didn’t seem to matter. She doesn’t feel sad, or disappointed, two things that seem impossible as she looks at her newborn’s face, but instead she feels happy, overwhelming joy she never thought she’d get to feel at this time five years ago, “That’s more than okay,” she strokes a finger up and down her daughter’s cheek, “Happy birthday, sweet girl.”

___

Emily smiles as she rests her head on Aaron’s shoulder, looking down at the baby girl in his arms. They were snuggled together in her hospital bed, both of them exhausted but happy as they stared at the latest addition to their family.

“Jess said she’s on the way,” Aaron says softly, looking at his wife. She was beautiful in her exhaustion, ethereal almost with her hair in the braids he’d done for her after she’d showered, “Apparently the boys are very excited to meet their sister.”

She hums as she reaches out to touch the baby’s head, stroking over the thick dark hair that was impossibly soft, “We need to think of a name,” she says as she continues to stroke her hair, “None of the ones we thought of seem right.”

They’d gone back and forth for months, arguing over girl's names ever since they’d found out they were having a daughter. Nothing seemed like it fit their little girl, especially now they were looking at her. The baby starts to fuss and Aaron immediately hands her to Emily, smiling at the sight of his girls together.

“I have a suggestion,” he says as Emily settles the baby into her arms, her smile soft as she looks up at him.

“Yeah? What is it?” She asks rocking the baby as she calms down, content to be in her mother’s arms.

“Alba,” he replies, reaching out and adjusting the blanket around the baby, “It means dawn, or sunrise,” his smile turns shy as she stares at him, her expression unreadable to him for once, “Since she’s our family’s new beginning.”

She chuckles, the sound wet as it catches in her lungs, and she shakes her head at him, “How long have you had that in your back pocket?”

He shrugs, “Since we found out your due date,” he says, watching as she looks back down at the baby, nerves making his heart seize, “If you don’t like it-”

“I love it,” she says, cutting him off as she looks at him, her smile wide, “It suits her. Alba Hotchner.”

“Alba it is,” he replies, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips, his hand cupping the back of their daughter’s head, “Hi Alba.”

There’s a knock at the door just before it opens and Jessica’s head pops around it, “Is there a tiny baby in here?” She asks, her smile soft, “I have two very excited little boys out here.”

Aaron stands up, “Come on in.”

As the door opens fully he grabs Oliver, hauling the toddler onto his hip as he makes a beeline for his mother.

“Remember what we said, Ollie,” he says, walking over, his other arm around Jack’s shoulder as his eldest is more controlled in his excitement.

“Gentle with Mama and baby sissy,” Oliver says, his thumb in his mouth as he looks at Emily, his smile wide as he rests his head on Aaron’s shoulder, “Hi Mama.”

“Hi sweet boy,” she says, making sure Alba is tucked safely in the crook of one of her arms whilst she wraps the other around Oliver once Aaron eases him onto the bed, “I missed you.”

Oliver snuggles up into her side, a little rougher than she can take, and she hides a wince, never wanting to scare him, “Missed Mama.”

Emily smiles at Jack who was standing next to the bed peering into the bundle in her arms. He beams at her, the same excitement in his eyes that he had when he first met Oliver a couple of years ago. There were moments when she wondered if Jack missed when life was just him Aaron, when it was quiet and he didn’t have a little brother, and now sister, splitting his parent's attention and following his every move, but then there were moments like this. When she saw the love in his eyes, the joy she’d been a part of, her role in helping Aaron fulfil his final promise to Haley something she held dear.

“Jack, Ollie,” she says, looking between her sons, purposely ignoring the clicks of both Jess and Aaron’s camera phones as she speaks, “This is Alba.”

“She’s so pretty,” Jack says as he looks at his sister and then back at Emily, “She looks like you, Mom.”

Emily unwraps her arm from around Oliver and cups Jack’s cheek, pulling him in his kiss his forehead. She still wasn’t entirely used to him calling her Mom, and part of her hoped she never would be. That it would always make her feel as overjoyed as she had the first time, that random Tuesday morning when she’d shifted from Emily to Mom with little fanfare from the little boy.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she says, “Do you want to hold her?”

Jack opens his mouth to say yes, but is cut off by his younger brother, his voice a little too loud in the otherwise peaceful room.

“I want sissy,” he insists, his eyebrows furrowing in a way that never failed to make him look exactly like Aaron.

“You can both hold her,” Aaron says, stepping forward to pick up Oliver and placing him in the large chair next to the bed, “Jack, you sit next to your bother.”

Jack nods enthusiastically and does as he’s told, “I remember what to do,” he says, wrapping one of his arms around his brother, “We have to be gentle, and make sure her head is supported.”

Emily hands over Alba to Aaron, ignoring her instinct to snatch her back even though she wasn’t leaving her line of sight.

“That’s right Jack,” Aaron says, handing Alba to Jack, making sure that she was safely in the laps of her brothers. He stays close, his hand under Jack’s elbow to provide additional support. He turns to look at his wife as he sees a flash go off, and he raises his eyebrow at her when he sees her phone in her hands pointing at them all.

“What?” She asks, raising her eyebrow in challenge, “You can take pictures and I can’t?”

He winks at her before he turns his attention back to his children, softly talking to the boys as they ask questions about Alba. Jessica walks over too, leaning over the back of the chair to look at her niece. Their conversation fades out as Emily looks at the picture of her husband and children on her phone. She immediately sets it as her wallpaper, wanting it as a reminder of what she has now, what she had been able to create for herself despite everything.

Her new beginning and happy ending wrapped up all in one, the soft epilogue she knew she truly deserved.

-x-

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