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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton Fanfic)(4/?)

SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?

INSPO: this post

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)

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CHAPTER 4: Summer Break '23

The summer break had finally arrived, and Lewis couldn't contain his excitement. After a grueling first half of the season, he was ready for some time off to relax and recharge. Plans for two trips were set: one with his best mates Miles, Andrew, Louis, and Jas as well as Rorie and some of her girlfriends for a one-week cruise around Turkey, and another with his family to Colorado for relaxation and bonding time.

He missed hanging out with his boys, but he also missed his wife. Lewis wanted her to be with him in Belgium when he finished the first half of the season, but she had an interview with Bustle to prepare for, not to mention check in with Lyric and make sure everything was running smoothly at home. He was immensely proud of her for all of the opportunities that came her way, and he was certain that there was so much in store for her.

This break from racing was much needed for him, especially since his team's performance thus far had been subpar. They were struggling to keep up with their main competitor, Red Bull, and it was taking a toll on him mentally. He thought he had left all his emotions behind on the track, but they followed him even as he escaped to the Kusadasi port with his wife as they waited for their friends to arrive.

"Is everything alright?" Rorie asked, noticing the worried expression on her husband's face.

"I just can't stop thinking about the races and how we're not performing as well as we should," Lewis replied.

Rorie placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "You're still an amazing driver, Lewis. Don't let this get to you."

"I know, but I hate losing," Lewis sighed. "I want to win another championship for my team."

"Well, that's something we can work on when we get back," Rorie said with a smile. "But for now, let's enjoy our break and each other's company."

“You’re right.” Lewis nodded and leaned in for a kiss from his supportive wife. She always knew how to comfort him and put things into perspective.

“I’m always right,” giggled Rorie as he placed tender kisses along her jawline. He grumbled an indecipherable reply and the deep timbre sent shivers down her spine.

"Rorie!!" The sound of Kiara's high-pitched made Lewis groan and facepalm.

"You invited her, really baby?" he asked, irritated, as he moved away from his wife’s embrace.

"Of course I did," Rorie replied with a scoff. "KiKi is fun, and I think she has a little crush on Miles."

Lewis's eyes widened as he realized Rorie's intentions. "Please don't tell me you're trying to set them up."

"And if I am?" Rorie raised an eyebrow before striding off to greet her friend.

"Girl!" KiKi smiled widely as she took in the luxurious multi-level yacht that they were on. "I know your man got money, but this is wild! Thank you for inviting me; I bought Casamigos!"

"Yes!" cheered Rorie as she gave KiKi another hug. "I can always count on you to get the party started."

A small smirk appeared on Lewis' face. Despite her annoying demeanor, he had to give it to KiKi for bringing the fun. Whenever Rorie drank Casamigos, she turned into a bona fide freak in bed - something he definitely looked forward to.

Maybe inviting KiKi might not be bad after all, he thought. If he could get even two minutes of “special time” with Rorie, that would certain make him feel a whole lot better.

"Hey, Lew!" she spoke to him and he replied with a friendly wave. "You spent a lot of money on this yacht, my friend. I can already tell that this is going to be a trip of a lifetime."

Lewis chuckled at KiKi's comment, knowing that she was right. He had spared no expense in renting out this impressive yacht for their vacation. It was the least he could do for his closest friends and wife, who had been by his side through all of his races and training sessions.

"Something like that. How was your flight?" Lewis asked, trying to make conversation with KiKi as they waited for the rest of their friends to arrive.

"It was good," KiKi replied with a smile. "I ended up watching movies the whole time. Where's Miles fine ass at?"

Lewis rolled his eyes at KiKi's flirtatious comment. "He'll be here soon."

"I'll be surprised if you don't have him wrapped around your finger by the end of the night," Rorie teased.

KiKi rolled her eyes playfully. "Please, I already have him wrapped around my finger."

Just then, Miles, Louis, Andrew, and Jas arrived and joined them on the yacht. Miles hugged Rorie and Lewis before greeting KiKi with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey gorgeous," he said with a charming smile. "Long time no see."

"Hey yourself, handsome," KiKi replied, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.

The rest of Rorie's friends arrived on the yacht - Tia, Ayesha, and Britt. They were all excited to see each other and catch up. Tia and Ayesha were Rorie's closest friends from college and Britt was her childhood best friend.

As they settled into the yacht, Lewis went to check on the captain and make sure everything was in order. Meanwhile, Rorie and her friends grabbed some shots from the bar and headed to the deck.

"Can you believe it's been eight years since we graduated?" Tia exclaimed, raising her glass. "Cheers to us still being friends!"

They all clinked glasses and downed the shots.

"I can't believe we're all here together," Ayesha said with a smile. "It's like old times."

Everyone nodded in agreement, reminiscing about their college days and how much they had grown since then. Tia and Ayesha were both successful lawyers now, while Britt had pursued her love for photography and found success as a freelance photographer. KiKi had established a catering business in New York.

"Yeah, except now we're all successful women with our own careers," Britt added. "Rorie especially - Mrs. Hamilton and budding socialite."

Rorie laughed at Britt's words, feeling grateful for all the blessings in her life. She never imagined she'd end up marrying a world-renowned race car driver, but here she was, living her dream.

"Speaking of which," Rorie said, eyeing KiKi slyly. "What about you, KiKi? When are you going to settle down?"

KiKi rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink. "I'm living my best life as a single woman," she replied with a smirk.

"She's too busy chasing after every hot guy she sees," Miles chimed in, earning a playful slap from KiKi.

"Funny coming from the one who slid into my DMs less than a day ago," KiKi retorted, causing everyone to fall silent with their jaws hanging open in surprise.

Lewis muttered under his breath, "Wow," and shot a telling look towards his best friend.

The group burst into laughter at Miles's expense and he playfully pretended to be offended.

"Hey, I have a reputation to uphold," he joked. "But in all seriousness, KiKi is a catch. Any guy would be lucky to have her."

KiKi grinned, knowing that Miles was just trying to make up for his slip-up. She didn't want to waste any more time talking about relationships when they were supposed to be having fun and letting loose on the yacht.

"Enough about me," she said, grabbing another bottle of Casamigos from the bar. "Let's focus on having a good time!"

Everyone eventually settled in, deciding to change into their swimwear and take a dip in the crystal clear waters surrounding the yacht. They all jumped off the deck and into the refreshing sea, laughing and splashing each other. The yacht sailed further into the Aegean, the warm sun and gentle breeze making for a perfect day out on the water. The group relaxed on the deck, enjoying drinks and snacks while taking in the beautiful views around them.

Meanwhile, Britt was busy capturing all the beautiful moments with her camera. She wandered around the yacht, snapping photos of everyone enjoying themselves. Lewis noticed her from where he sat with Rorie.

"Britt's really talented," he commented.

"Yeah, she's always loved photography," Rorie replied.

Suddenly, KiKi stood up from where she was sitting next to Miles.

"Alright guys," she announced with a grin. "It's time for our next activity: never have I ever!"

There were groans of protest from some members of the group while others whooped with excitement. Lewis and Rorie exchanged a knowing look, already anticipating the chaos that was about to ensue.

"I'll start!" KiKi declared, throwing back her shot of tequila before proclaiming, "Never have I ever hooked up with someone on a yacht."

This immediately caught everyone's attention and they all looked around at each other, trying to gauge who had done it and who hadn't.

Miles took a shot and laughed. "Looks like you're out, KiKi."

KiKi shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, it was a yacht party. Things happen and I'll do it again." She shot Miles a flirtatious smirk, causing him to chuckle.

"Don't start nothing you can't finish, baby,” he teased her with a suggestive wink.

"Bring it on, Daddy," responded KiKi, causing everyone to hoot with laughter.

Rorie went next, taking a gulp of her drink before declaring, "Never have I ever went skydiving."

Lewis took a shot, causing her to laugh and give him a high five.

The game continued, with each person revealing some wild or funny experience they'd had. It was now Jas' turn and he glanced around the group with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"Never have I ever kissed someone of the same gender." Jas declared.

All the women took shots, laughing as they did so.

"Wait, what?" Lewis exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "You've all kissed another girl?"

"Well, yeah! It's a pretty common thing," Tia replied with a shrug.

Rorie chuckled and nudged her husband. "Don't worry, babe. You're the only one for me."

Lewis grinned and pulled her in for a kiss, causing KiKi and Miles to make gagging noises.

"Okay okay, let's continue the game," Jas interjected with a laugh. "You're turn Lou."

Louis thought for a moment before saying, "Never have I ever gone skinny dipping in the middle of winter."

Everyone laughed and took shots, except for Miles who shook his head. "Why would anyone do that?"

"It was a dare from my sorority sisters in college," Ayesha explained with a grin. "I couldn't back down."

"Alright, my turn," Tia said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Never have I ever had a one-night stand with a celebrity."

The group immediately turned to Britt who took a sip of her drink.

"Who was it?" Miles asked, already sensing that this was going to be good.

"I'm not telling," Britt replied with a sly smile.

Lewis whistled impressed. "Damn girl, you're full of surprises tonight."

Jas laughed and put an arm around Britt's shoulder. "You're definitely our wild card for this trip."

Ayesha was next, "Never have I ever tried anal sex."

The group erupted into laughter at Ayesha's unexpected declaration.

"Shit, where did that come from?" Miles asked, still laughing.

"What? It's just a question," Ayesha defended herself with a shrug.

Only Rorie and Lewis took a shot. Rorie giggled and whispered something to Lewis, causing him to laugh.

"What was that?" KiKi asked curiously.

"Just reminiscing about our honeymoon," Rorie replied with a wink.

Tia grinned mischievously, "Okay okay, let's keep playing before we all get too fucked up."

"Okay okay, my turn," Britt said eagerly. "Never have I ever had sex in a public place."

Some took shots while others shook their heads in disbelief.

"Wait, seriously? Where?" KiKi asked with wide eyes.

Britt's cheeks warmed and shrugged. "In a movie theater parking lot."

Everyone's jaw dropped at her bold confession.

"Damn girl, you're truly are wild as hell," Jas exclaimed with a laugh. "It's always the quiet ones, bro."

It was now KiKi's turn again and she turned to Rorie and Lewis with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Never have I ever been caught having sex by someone I know," she declared.

Everyone turned to Lewis and Rorie with curiosity, wondering if they would take a shot or not. With a chuckle, Lewis lifted his glass to his mouth and downed the drink in one go. Then, he picked up his wife's glass and did the same.

"You freaky bastard," Louis said with admiration.

"Y'all gotta chill though, for real," Miles commented. "You guys gonna end up having another baby."

"What? Who caught you guys?" Britt pressed excitedly.

Lewis smirked and leaned back in his chair. "That's for me to know and for you to never find out."

"It had to be almost everyone on this yacht, though," KiKi retorted, earning her a chiding glare from Rorie. "What? Don't look at me like that, mamas. You know it's the truth. I caught y'all a few times."

"Same here!" Miles concurred, raising his hand.

"Me too," noted Jas with a laugh.

"Okay okay, let's keep playing," Tia interjected with a grin.

The game eventually came to an end as everyone was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. They all stumbled back to their cabins, laughing and joking along the way. Once they were in their respective rooms, Rorie and Lewis cuddled with each other in bed.

"This has been a great night," Rorie said, resting her head on Lewis' shoulder.

"It has," Lewis agreed, running his hand through her hair. "Thank you for planning this. I needed a break from all the racing drama."

"Anything for my husband," Rorie replied with a smile.

“Really?”

Lewis felt a surge of love for Rorie wash over him. He knew that she always had his back, no matter what.

“Of course,” she responded, staring at him intently.

“What if I want you to take off this shirt?” he said as his finger pulled down the strap tentatively. “I don’t think you need all these clothes on, sweetheart.”

He leaned in for a kiss, but their moment was cut short by muffled moans coming from the adjoining room.

"That's probably KiKi and Miles," Rorie said, trying to hide her smirk.

"Yep, sounds like they're having a good time," Lewis replied with a smile. "I can't believe you actually set up my best friend with yours."

The moans grew louder and more enthusiastic, prompting laughter from both Lewis and Rorie as they listened to their friends' escapades.

“I thought you said that the walls were sound proof?”

Lewis shrugged at his wife. “Shit, I guess not.” His fingers roamed her bare shoulder, making their way downward to cup her breasts.

“How can you still be in the mood? The noises don’t bother you?” Rorie said, swatting his hands away.

“I can ignore it.”

“Well, I cannot,” scoffed Rorie as she turned over. “No snookie.”

“Baby…”

“Nope, it’s too awkward.”

Lewis let out a disappointed sigh as he glanced down at his semi-erect penis. It was straining against the confines of his boxers, aching for release, yet he highly doubt that will happen. This was definitely not how he planned on having the night end, and suffice to say, he was going to have a word with KiKi and Miles.

The next morning, everyone woke up to a beautiful sunrise over the ocean. They all met in the dining area for breakfast, still laughing and reminiscing about the previous night's game.

"Good morning, lovebirds," KiKi teased Lewis and Rorie as they walked in holding hands.

"Shut up," Rorie blushed, playfully swatting at KiKi.

"I'm just jealous," KiKi sighed dramatically. "Miles is too tired from last night to even hold my hand."

“Must be nice,” Lewis grumbled under his breath while everyone else laughed.

They settled down at the table to eat breakfast. The mood was light and carefree as they chatted and made plans for the day.

"So what are we doing today?" Louis asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, Lewis and I were thinking we could all go out on a boat for some water activities," Rorie suggested. "We could also explore Bodrum for a bit."

"That sounds like a great idea," Tia said.

"Yeah, and then maybe we can all have a seafood lunch later?" Jas added.

"Sounds perfect to me," Britt agreed.

"Where do we go after Bodrum?" wondered KiKi.

"We have about two days in Bodrum then two days in Rhodes. From there it's Antalya for three days and we spend the rest of the time in Cappadocia," said Lewis.

The group spent the rest of the morning getting ready and packing their beach bags. Rorie and Lewis had arranged for a private boat to take them out on the water, equipped with all the necessary equipment for various water activities.

As they boarded the boat, everyone was in high spirits, excited for a day of fun and adventure. They made their way out to sea, taking in the stunning views of the turquoise water and rocky cliffs.

They took turns jet skiing and banana boating. The group spent several hours out on the water before making their way back to shore. They were all exhausted but thrilled from their day of adventure.

"That was amazing!" exclaimed Britt as they docked at Bodrum harbor.

"I haven't had that much fun in a long time," added Tia with a smile.

"We should definitely make this an annual tradition," suggested Jas.

Afterward, they explored Bodrum, taking in the sights and sounds of the beautiful coastal town. The group settled down at a nearby restaurant for lunch, enjoying the fresh seafood and soaking up the vibrant atmosphere of Bodrum. As they ate and chatted, Miles approached Lewis with a serious expression. "Hey bruv, can we talk for a sec?"

Lewis nodded and followed Miles away from the rest of the group.

"I just wanted to say thank you for setting me up with KiKi," Miles said sincerely.

"It wasn't me, it was Rorie," Lewis replied with a smile. "But I'm glad it's working out."

Miles sighed and looked out at the ocean. "It's just been so long since I've been with someone and she makes me feel alive again."

Lewis could see the genuine happiness in Miles's eyes as he spoke about KiKi. He put his hand on Miles's shoulder in support.

"I'm happy for you, man," Lewis said.

Miles smiled gratefully at his friend before they headed back to join the rest of the group.

The group explored more of Bodrum, visiting local markets and souvenir shops before finishing off lounging on the yacht. Their time in Rhodes and Antalya was the same: exploring, eating amazing food, immersing themselves in activities like hiking and riding ATVs.

Soon, they arrived at their final destination, and the group couldn't help but feel excited and curious about what Cappadocia had in store for them. The landscape was unlike anything they had ever seen before - a surreal mix of dusty red and white rock formations scattered across the horizon.

After a few hours on the road, they finally arrived at their hotel, an elegant cave accommodation carved into the side of one of the fairy chimneys. The rooms were luxurious and spacious, with soft lighting and plush furnishings.

"Welcome to Aza Cave Hotel, Hamilton Party," the concierge greeted with a warm smile. "Please, have some tea."

A waiter came around offering Turkish tea. Each of them took a cup and sipped slowly, savoring the rich and aromatic taste.

"This is really good!" exclaimed KiKi. "Do you guys sell this? I would love to take some back home."

"Of course, ma'am," said the concierge. "I'll make arrangements to have a selection gift box placed in your room. It contains all of our popular blends."

The group thanked the concierge and took some time to freshen up before meeting in the lobby to head to dinner at the hotel's terrace restaurant. As they made their way to the restaurant, the group couldn't help but admire the stunning view of Cappadocia at sunset. The orange and pink hues of the sky reflected off the unique rock formations, creating a magical ambiance.

Once they were seated at their table, the hotel staff brought out a delicious spread of traditional Turkish dishes - from savory kebabs and dolma to fragrant rice pilaf and mezze platters. Everyone dug in eagerly as they discussed their plans for exploring Cappadocia.

"We have an early morning start tomorrow," Rorie said as she took a sip of her wine. "We're going on a hot balloon ride."

"I can't wait!" exclaimed Britt, bouncing in her seat with excitement.

"It's going to be amazing," added Jas, grinning from ear to ear.

"How early is early though?" she wondered aloud, making everyone turn to stare blankly at her.

"What? I'm just saying what everyone is thinking," KiKi defended herself with a laugh.

"Early is early, Kiara," Miles teased, nudging her side. "Why? You need extra time for some beauty sleep?"

"I mean, yeah," nodded KiKi with a grin. "Y'all have been tiring me out. I don't think I've stayed up this late since college."

"If you're getting old, just say that, girl," joked Tia, causing KiKi to hit her playfully with a napkin.

"Never that, sweetie," she retorted, "but I need some time to relax too."

"They have a spa here, y'know?" Ayesha said. "We can hit it up later."

"Say less, girl!" KiKi grinned widely.

"I mean since the girls are gettin' their massage on, I say we hit up a game of pool after the balloon ride," suggested Jas with a sly grin.

"You think we would want to play another game with you after you just cheated during basketball?" teased Lewis, reminding everyone of how Jas had cheated during their pickup game while they were sailing to Antalya.

"Oh come on, it was all in good fun," Jas defended herself with a laugh. "But seriously, we should do something active."

"I'm down for pool," said Andrew. "Or maybe bowling? I heard there’s a bowling alley here."

"We could go for a hike tomorrow instead," Louis suggested. "I heard there are some amazing trails around here."

"That actually sounds perfect," said Miles.

"Okay, so that's settled then," concluded Lewis. "We'll go hiking tomorrow."

The group continued chatting and laughing as they enjoyed their drinks and snacks. Eventually, Rorie looked at her watch and realized it was getting late.

"Guys, as much as I'd love to stay out all night with y'all, I think I’m going to head to bed soon," she announced.

"Yeah, same here," agreed Ayesha. "We have an early start tomorrow."

"Okay, let's call it a night then," said Tia.

The group said their goodnights and headed back to their rooms. Lewis and Rorie made their way down the echoing hallway, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls. Upon entering the room, Lewis wasted no time in pulling Rorie closer to him, his eyes filled with longing. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of the desires burning within him. Rorie could feel the intensity of his touch, the heat of his body pressing against hers, igniting a fire deep within her soul.

Rorie gently pulled away, a look of concern in her eyes. "Lewis, we really don't have time for this," she whispered, trying to reason with him. "It's almost midnight, and we need to be well-rested for our early morning balloon ride."

"I'll be quick," he says as he plants kisses down her neck.

“You always say that,” Rorie chided as she rolled her eyes. She allowed his kisses to trail downward to that special spot on her collarbone. Rorie couldn't help but let out a small moan as Lewis continued to kiss her, his hands roaming over her body. She had to admit, she was tempted to just give in, but she knew they would regret this in the morning. “You have fifteen minutes. Can you work with that?”

Lewis grinned mischievously, his hands still roaming over Rorie's body. "I can work with anything," he replied, his voice laced with desire.

The next morning, the group gathered in the lobby of the hotel bright and early. They were all dressed comfortably for their hike and ready for a day of adventure.

Rorie noticed Lewis standing off to the side, looking a little tired.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" she asked him softly.

"Not really," he admitted with a sheepish grin as he waggled his eyebrows. "But it was worth it." He added a light slap on her ass for dramatic effect, causing Rorie rolled her eyes playfully and give him small smile.

They were greeted by the hotel staff with warm towels and fresh coffee before heading out to meet their tour guide.

"Good morning, Hamilton Party!" exclaimed the guide, a friendly man named Murat. "Are you ready for an unforgettable experience?"

The group eagerly nodded as they boarded the van that would take them to the balloon launch site. As they drove through the quiet streets of Cappadocia, Murat shared interesting facts about the region's history and culture.

They arrived at the launch site just as the sun was starting to rise. The sight of dozens of colorful balloons filling up with air against the backdrop of Cappadocia's unique landscape took everyone's breath away.

"Wow," whispered Miles in awe.

"This is going to be incredible," said Lewis with a grin.

After a safety briefing from Murat, they climbed into their designated balloon basket and took off into the sky. The feeling of weightlessness and the stunning views around them left everyone speechless.

As they glided over fairy chimneys and valleys, Murat pointed out notable landmarks and answered any questions they had. The whole experience was truly magical.

After an hour-long flight, they landed smoothly back on solid ground. Everyone clapped in excitement as they made their way back to Aza Cave Hotel for a well-deserved breakfast.

"That was absolutely amazing!" exclaimed KiKi as she dug into her plate of Turkish pastries.

"I can't believe we got to see Cappadocia from above," added Britt with a dreamy smile.

"It was definitely one for the books," said Jas with a satisfied sigh.

"Did I tell you guys how much I love y'all?" Miles said with a playful grin as he wiped crumbs off his mouth.

"You don't have to say it," KiKi replied, giving him a warm smile. "We know."

“No but seriously,” said Miles. “I love you guys for real. This has been one of the most amazing weeks of my life. I truly appreciate our friendship. To friendship!” he lifted up his cup of coffee and everyone joined with their various glasses.

“To friendship!” everyone toasted.

"I can't believe we almost didn't come here," Ayesha said with a shake of her head. "We would have missed out on so much."

"I know, right?" agreed Jas. "But I'm glad we took this trip together."

"Me too," Lewis added, putting his arm around Rorie's shoulder.

"This has been one epic adventure," Britt said with a sigh. "But now it's time to go back to reality."

"Don't remind me," KiKi groaned playfully. “I want to stay in Turkey forever.”

Days later in London......

Alexander sat in his office at The Sun, sifting through the documents that the private investigator had handed him. He couldn't believe what he was reading.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, looking up at the PI.

"Positive," replied the PI. "I double-checked all my sources and everything adds up."

Alexander leaned back in his chair, trying to process this information. He had been tasked with finding out any secrets or questionable behaviors of the Hamilton family, and this was certainly a bombshell.

"And how did you find all of this out?" he asked the PI.

"I have my ways," replied the PI with a smirk.

Alexander nodded, still deep in thought. "Anyone else knows about this?" he asked.

"I highly doubt it," said the PI.

"Good, we’ll be the first tabloid to break the news then. Well, thank you for your work on this," he said to the PI. "I'll make sure your payment is sent over promptly."

As soon as the PI left his office, Alexander pulled out his phone and dialed his boss’ number.

"Hello?" answered his boss, David, on the other line after a few rings.

"David, it's Alexander," said Alexander in a serious tone.

"Any news?”

“Tons. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve just found out about Rorie Hamilton.”

"Well done, Alexander," said David with a hint of excitement in his voice. "This could be the story of the year."

TO BE CONTINUED......

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the last six years - b.s.

Brennan Sorrengail x reader Only one person has remained by Brennan’s side for the last six years, through the good and the bad. [requested] wc: 3.9k 🏷: SPOILERS FOR FOURTH WING AND IRON FLAME. fatal injury, blood, and multiple character deaths. basically every bad thing that has ever happened to Brennan will be in this series. I took some major creative liberties with this one and made a bunch of stuff up regarding Tyrrish culture, but we’re just gonna breeze right past that. more to come, because Brennan is just so husband material… mans had me giggling and kicking my feet every time he spoke.

“Tairn! We need Naolin!” You scream, praying that he is alive to hear you. “Bren, please, stay with me.”

His chest rises and falls slowly; he's still breathing. Breathing is good. “Y’need to get out of here.”

“No. I’m not leaving you. Eyes open, Bren, please,” you beg, pressing your hands deeper into the wound. “Tairn!”

“Thirty seconds out!” He yells back.

There’s not much you can do. To remove the arrow is a death sentence when you don’t have any medical supplies. It’s the only thing keeping the blood in his body, but even then it’s doing a shitty job; the warm crimson continues spilling out through your fingers, seemingly endless.

“S’ gonna be okay, sweetheart,” Brennan soothes, feeling your panic.

“Bren, you need to stay awake. You can’t die. I can’t keep going without you.” Tears are pouring freely down your cheeks, dripping down onto the dark fabric of his flight jacket.

“You’re bleeding,” he mumbles, ignoring your pleas. He’s slipping away, fast, falling into the slow confusion that comes with a shortage of blood to the brain. “Let me mend you.”

“I’ll worry about myself later. Right now we need to keep you alive.”

Heavy bootsteps enter the room. “Holy shit,” Naolin breathes, at your side in an instant. He digs in his bag, producing sutures and gauze.

If you act quickly, and if by some miracle the arrowhead hasn’t pierced Brennan’s heart, you can keep him stable long enough to find another mender. You break the shaft of the arrow, Brennan whimpering in pain as it shifts within his chest.

“I know, my love, I’m so sorry,” you soothe, wiping your palms on your pant legs and moving to cradle his head in your lap as Naolin takes over. You keep whispering reassurances to him, terrified that if you stop, it’ll sever the last thread holding him in this world. “You’re doing so good, Bren. Almost done, I promise.”

Naolin gives you a look that tells you no, he’s not almost done.

Brennan’s grip on your hand loosens, and you scramble to grab his wrist, bloodied fingers trying to find a pulse -- to no avail. “No,” you cry, tears pouring down your cheeks, “Bren, please wake up, please.”

The slow thump beneath your fingertips stops. Brennan’s heart is no longer beating.

You sob, a desperate sound that splits the air of the ballroom, and Naolin makes his decision, grasping Brennan’s hand and yours. “The two of you need each other.”

“Nao, you can’t-” you gasp at the rush of energy that rips through you, the pain in your broken ribs diminishing instantly. You feel like you’ve been given a shot of pure adrenaline.

Naolin stops breathing just as Brennan starts again, collapsing to the marble floor, and your lips part in shock.

“He is gone,” Tairn confirms, fighting to keep his voice even. “May your gods honor his sacrifice and reward him in the next life.”

“I’m so sorry.”

His eyes are closed. That comforts you in some tiny way, that he looks whole, uninjured, like he could just be sleeping, but you know that isn’t the case.

Brennan’s breaths are even, pulse steady. The wound looks days old now, the fresh blood coating the skin the only evidence that he had nearly died today. He’ll pull through, as long as you can get out of here.

You say a prayer to Malek on your friend’s behalf, casting one last glance at his unmoving body, and gather Brennan into your arms -- he’s still breathing, but limp, exhausted. You can carry him out of here, but where will you go?

A man bearing a crossbolt steps into the ballroom.

You make no movement toward your weapon, still holding Brennan’s body to your chest. “We surrender,” you rasp, praying he will take pity on a pair of bloodsoaked young lovers and their fallen comrade.

He steps closer, not responding.

The words escape you before you can think. The old language feels foreign on your tongue, misshapen from years of disuse. “I am a daughter of the house Lindell, and a citizen of Tyrrendor. I have sworn an oath to-”

“I know who you are, Lady,” he says. “Come with me.”

He stops in front of an abandoned farmhouse, painted gold in the sunset. “Bathe, sleep. I’ll be back when I can.”

You remain by Brennan’s side. You stitch up his wounds, wash the dried blood from his skin, count his heartbeats as he continues to sleep.

Night comes, bringing freezing wind through the cracked windows, and you climb into the bed beside him, pulling the few blankets you’d found over the pair of you. He curls into your side, seeking warmth — his skin is still cold, but not as icy as it had been when you limped him over here.

When you wake the next morning, the man has not yet returned.

“Ban?” You ask quietly. You haven’t heard from the dragon since you’d dismounted over a day ago, but she must still live, as you do.

“Nearby, with Marbh,” she reassures. “Tairn has returned to Basgiath to be with his mate. It will take years for him to recover from this loss, but he will live on.”

You continue to stroke Brennan’s hair, taking solace in the steadiness of his breathing.

“Your devotion to the mender is the strongest I have seen from any human,” she says quietly.

“He has become the air I breathe. It was unbearable when he…” you don’t even want to think the words. “I don’t know what I would have done, had Naolin not intervened.”

Brennan stirs, stretching in the cute way you’ve seen him do so many times after waking up, scrunching his face at the bright morning light streaming into the room. He takes you in, thanking the gods that the only injury you bear is a yellowing bruise on your cheek. A gentle hand cradles your face, and it vanishes.

“Naolin?” He asks quietly, and something tells you he already knows deep down.

You shake your head, your eyes brimming with tears. “He gave his life to save you.”

He looses a shuddering breath, and you gather him into your arms, crying together.

You attempt to mentally prepare yourself to enter the assembly room, adjusting your posture -- shoulders back, chin up, eyes forward.

“Not a word,” you warn Brennan quietly. “Keep your shields up, like I taught you.”

“I didn’t know we were taking prisoners,” a lanky teenage boy calls, eyeing you from his perch on the edge of a table. In the years you’ve been away, he’s grown into his father’s dark features, and the lazy confidence that can only come with a noble title. “I was wondering when you’d be back from playing soldier. Have they brought you here to negotiate?”

“Lovely to see you again too, Xaden,” you say dryly, addressing the boy by name, and Brennan’s gaze whips toward you in shock. “No, I am not here to negotiate. We are here to surrender, and if you will have us, we will take your side in this fight to free Tyrrendor from those who have oppressed her for centuries.”

“They would be an asset to us, should this prove to not be a setup,” one of the elders says, keeping his hand on the hilt of his longsword.

“She has proved her allegiance to Tyrrendor time and time again,” Xaden defends coldly, dismissing the man who looks old enough to be his grandfather. “It is the general's son that I’m more concerned with.”

You look him directly in the eye as you speak, raising your chin. “Sorrengail is a strong rider and skilled mender, but above all, he is a good man. I could not have chosen anyone better to share the crown with when the day comes.”

Brennan looks at you like he has no idea who you are, trying to discern if this is a dream.

Xaden finds this amusing. “She really didn’t tell you? Always so secretive, that one. Your girlfriend is heir apparent to the Duchy of Lindell, as I am to Aretia, where you stand.”

He looks to the elders, who all nod in affirmation, deeming your appraisal of Brennan satisfactory. “It’s good to have you back, Lady. Things were getting boring without you.”

You lower your head to him in thanks, Brennan quickly copying you.

You tug Brennan into the hall after you’re dismissed.

“Did you really mean that?” He asks, head still spinning.

“Every word,” you reply. “From the moment you extended that hand to me in our first year at Basgiath, I knew you were good to your core, Brennan Sorrengail. It would be an honor to share my duty with you.”

“Your mate needs you,” Marbh says, making a rare appearance.

Your heart drops. You sprint down the valley trail back to the house, attempting to ascertain what had happened, but you aren’t given a response. Marbh has always been vague.

You find Brennan tucked into a corner of your shared room, back pressed to the wall. He’s clutching a piece of parchment that you recognize to be a Basgiath death roll. He extends it to you wordlessly, and your eyes race down the list, searching for Mira, his mother, another of your friends…

The final name on the list, below the rider’s quadrant cadets, almost as an afterthought… Major William Sorrengail. His father.

“Oh, Bren,” you breathe, gathering him into your arms, “I’m so sorry.”

His entire body shakes with a sob, and it takes everything in you to not cry as well, but you remain strong, needing to be there for him. “I knew I’d never see him again,” he says in a cracked whisper, “but now…” But now it’s real.

You’d never met the man, and now you never will, but you know what a profound impact Brennan’s father had on his life, imparting so many of the qualities that you admire about Brennan; his dedication to his studies, his respect for the scribes that so many others dismiss or overlook, his unwavering compassion…

You offer a silent prayer to Malek on his behalf, asking that He show the scribe the same kindness that he had shown others in life.

“I don’t know why, or how,” Brennan rasps, “I don’t know who was there with him in the end, if Mira and Violet got to say goodbye, if my mother…” he can’t finish the sentence, words cut with shaking breaths. He loses the strength to hold himself up, collapsing into your embrace. “I should be there,” he sniffles, “I should have been there.”

“I know how much you love him. He knew too, I’m sure he did. They all do.” You hold him tighter, stroking his hair. “The girls are strong. They will mourn, but they will get through it together.”

He’s run out of tears, leaving him with a headache and a hollow feeling in his chest. He eventually relaxes, not saying a word as you smooth down the soft waves of his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He’s fallen asleep. You just hope his dreams will be kind to him.

“Enough,” you command, and all heads turn toward you. “I will not have you disrespect Riorson nor his partner in his own home. Have you forgotten what he has done for our young?”

Ulices stiffens. “My apologies, Lady.” He says the title with an ounce of venom, but yields, returning to his seat.

Violet continues to study you. You’re dressed simply, head to toe rider’s black mixed with traditional Tyrrish leather armor and intricate braids that she has only seen drawn in history books, but it’s obvious in your posture that you’re nobility - you do not dip your head below the horizon even for a moment, and you speak with the confidence that others will listen.

“We have better things to do than argue about what should have happened. There is no turning back time,” you say calmly. “I agree that we have been given a legion of students rather than trained warriors, but it has become our job to train them.”

Brennan speaks next. He’s been silent since the meeting started. “What professors have joined us should resume modified versions of their courses, and we will fill in the gaps. Match up those with similar signets for mentorship. Emeterrio can continue to lead combat training, and Devera Battle Brief. Kaori has not joined us, but I think there is an obvious replacement.”

You’re saddened by the news, but you smile softly at his praise.

Violet realizes that the scribbled amendments in the dragons section of Brennan’s book weren’t Mira’s, but yours. You’ve been close for years, then. You must have brought him here with you when you deserted. Part of her wonders if you’d attended Basgiath because you wanted to, or as a spy.

“Do not question the royal one’s integrity,” Tairn warns her, but does not elaborate further.

“The riot has decided that everyone here can be trusted,” you state. “And if anyone turns out not to be, we will do what we have to do, without hesitation, for the good of the movement.”

There’s sounds of agreement from the other six, and then the meeting is over.

“Hey,” he says softly, leaning against the doorframe, clutching a bloodied rag to his face.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Mira’s fist happened,” he explains, lifting it, and you wince at the sight of his nose, the bridge split and bruising. “I’ll be fine in a day or two.”

Your heart twists. Brennan hasn’t been able to see his sisters for nearly a decade, spending the last six years in hiding and the two before that stationed across the continent with hardly enough leave to travel back and forth to Basgiath. For Mira to have punched him straight in the face instead of the tearful hug he’d dreamed of… it must have crushed him.

You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, careful not to bump his nose. “I’ll talk to her,” you say softly. “Go see the healers.”

You’ve only met the middle Sorrengail in passing, nearly ten years ago now, but she’s exactly as Brennan had described her; a younger version of their mother, and just as strong-willed. Evidently, she remembers you, scowling and crossing her arms at the sight of you, but still standing at attention — there’s no missing the Major’s insignia on your chest. Violet stands as well, but doesn’t look as sour as her sister.

You wave a hand. “At ease. I am not here to issue orders, rather to talk about your brother.”

Mira prickles, Violet looking concerned.

You choose your words carefully. “I do not expect either of you to forgive him overnight, nor for you to forgive me for my complacency in this matter. All I ask is that you show him some compassion. It has been hard for him too, being apart from his family. When your father-”

“That is not a sentence you should finish,” Mira interrupts.

“Mira,” Violet scolds softly, “be nice.”

“No,” she snaps, “I don’t think you understand. We mourned him. We called him a hero, thought he died honorably in battle when he really just deserted and changed his name.”

“He did die,” you say, and the eyes of both women flit back toward you. You look over your shoulder. “He bled out on the floor of that ballroom, and his heart stopped. Our friend siphoned away his life to save him.”

“Tairn’s previous rider,” Violet says in a whisper, as if the dragon will not hear her that way.

“Yes. Naolin.” You say his name with a heavy voice. No wonder Tairn won’t speak to her of the one who came before. That explains the gruff dragon’s defense of you, too.

Mira is silent, likely feeling guilt over her outburst as she realizes her brother still lives in the house he’d been killed in, with the son of the man who had ended his life.

“The elders gave him the name Aisereigh — meaning resurrected — as a layer of protection from those who hold vendettas against your mother. It hurt him to take it, and to not be able to give me the Sorrengail name, but it was necessary for his survival.”

Violet’s eyes land on the band circling your ring finger, a smooth strip of silver carved with Tyrrish runes. Brennan had worn a matching one when she’d seen him the day after War Games, but she hadn’t thought anything of it until now. “You’re married.”

You nod. “Three years ago, right on that bluff at the top of the valley, on a gorgeous summer day. Both of us wish those he loves most could have been there.”

“Thank you,” Violet says quietly, “for staying with him through it all.”

“I have been by his side since our first year at Basgiath, and I will remain there as long as we shall live, as I have vowed to,” you reply with the same blunt conviction that she’s used to from Xaden — that must be a Tyrrish thing. “Now please excuse me. I have a class to teach in a few minutes.”

Mira lowers her head to you in a gesture of respect. “I’m sorry,” she says, but she does not say what for.

You give her a soft smile in return, heading back into the house.

“Major Aisereigh will be taking over your dragonkind course, as Professor Kaori did not elect to join us here,” Professor Devera announces.

It’s strange to be standing on the dais as an equal with the woman who’d had a hand in kidnapping you from Brennan’s bed to torture you eight years ago, but nearly everything about your life since that night has been strange.

“I don’t know precisely what Kaori did and did not cover thus far in the term, but given that every person in this room has managed to bond a dragon, you are clearly proficient, and I will treat you as such,” you begin. “Dragons are independent, often to a fault, but do not forget that your health depends on theirs. As riders, you must learn how to care for them properly. That’s what we will be focusing on for the remainder of the term, along with flight mechanics and keeping your seat under stress.”

You glance at Brennan, who is sitting incognito in the back row, broken nose now mended, and he nods, an easy smile on his face. You’re doing great.

The lesson passes easily, your students much more engaged than you remember your peers having been in Professor Kaori’s class.

“I will be needing volunteers to help with the maintenance of the riot while they’re grounded.”

At least thirty hands shoot straight up — half the class.

The trek up the valley wall is never easy, but you make winded conversation with several of the volunteers, mainly nervous first-years who confide that they need the extra practice.

You stop at the top of the trail, cupping a hand to your mouth and calling out a few short notes, and Banrion is at your side in seconds, shaking the ground with her landing. At least a dozen others land nearby, sitting upright in waiting.

“You’ve brought children,” she appraises, eyeing them with distaste.

“Cadets,” you correct, “that you will be helping me teach. So be nice.”

She chuffs softly. “Fine.”

“I have chosen some more agreeable members of the riot to aid me today, to ease you into their care, but let me make this clear,” you say to the class, who have retreated to give you and Ban a healthy distance. “the majority still find it deeply offensive to be addressed by a human that is not their rider. Unless your bonded has joined us today, please refrain from speaking to any directly.”

You wait for nods of affirmation. “Banrion and I will demonstrate pre-flight checks once, and then you will split into groups of two or three to do the same with the remainder here.”

Once you get everyone settled, you find Brennan — he’d tagged along quietly, not wanting to part ways after the morning’s chaos.

“Well done, Professor,” he says, smiling. “You just might make this a day job.”

You laugh. “Is this everything twenty-year-old Bren thought it would be?”

“It is,” he says quietly. “And more.”

You gaze out at the field of cadets. “Marked and unmarked, living in harmony.”

Brennan squeezes your hand in acknowledgment, remembering how scared you had been when the first marked ones left for Basgiath, and each year since. It had hurt you deeply when not all of them returned.

Tairn stalks up to you, dipping his head in greeting. “Good to see you again, royal one.”

You smile. “Glad you’re still around, big guy. You have made an excellent choice in Violet. How is the golden one?”

“Still dreamless,” he answers, not deigning to reply to your compliment.

You worry your lip between your teeth, concerned.

He casts a glance around at the young cadets in the vale, who are taking their tasks very seriously. “You remain as revered a leader as you were at Basgiath.”

You’re actually touched, but you won’t dare mention that to Tairn.

“It is not an easy feat to raise young,” a green scorpiontail says in agreement, looking down fondly at the first-years that are inspecting her claws for cracks, “but the two of you are doing a fine job.”

You smile. “And how are your young?”

“Safe,” she answers. “You may come see them after dark.”

“It would be an honor.”

“Professor?” A cadet calls from across the field, sounding mildly concerned.

You pull apart from Brennan reluctantly. “Duty calls. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Kiss for your thoughts?” you ask playfully, seeing the weary look on his face. It’s been a long day for him, with multiple arguments among the assembly and all the emotions of reuniting with Mira.

“I have both of my sisters back,” he breathes, still in disbelief. “I thought I’d never see them again.”

You lay a hand on his back, resting your head on his shoulder. “I spoke with them before class. Mira was particularly upset, but she softened when I told her what really happened.”

He’s quiet. “She has every right to hate me for what I did. She should despise me for the rest of my life.”

“But she doesn’t,” you remind him gently. “She holds anger, but she doesn’t hate you. You’re her brother, and she knows you love her. You wrote her an entire textbook on how to survive the rider’s quadrant. If that isn’t testament enough, I don't know what is.”

He shakes his head, smiling softly. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”

You grin, moving to climb into his lap. “Because I know you, and I know exactly what goes on in that beautiful brain of yours.”

“Yeah?” he asks, nose brushing against yours, a ringed hand settling on your waist. “What am I thinking about right now?”

“Hmm. Probably about how long of a day it’s been, and how you’d like to unwind after all of it?”

“You’re absolutely right,” he says. “I’ll take that kiss now.”

You lean forward, connecting your lips to his, and the rest of the world falls silent, melting away until all that’s left is you, your husband, and the love you share, love that has endured death itself.

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hey have you ever made a post about what changes you would make to bnha to make the story more cohesive and less *gestures vaguely*

Hi @trulyisawesome 👋,

Great question! Please be aware that there's some spoilers below and that some of what I have to say may be an unpopular opinion.

It is also rather disjointed as this became a bit of a rant / brainstorm.

So here's a list of what changes I would make to MHA.

Give Bakugou proper consequences - such as having Aizawa expel him right away as soon as he makes to attack Midoriya. It would highlight the message straight away that bullies and abusers can't be heroes as well as the fact that power isn't everything.

Change Izuku's hero name to Dekiru - not Deku. I know some people like the reclaimation of this insult but I'm not one of them. Having Bakugou's insulting nickname meaning 'worthless' be instead changed to Dekiru meaning 'you can do it' fits more with Izuku's character. How he is an underdog who despite the odds never stopped trying with his dream.

Make Shigaraki Tomura the 'rival' as well as the 'villain' of the story. Think about it. What are rivals in these Shonens meant to do? To challenge the Protagonist and inspire them to become stronger. Bakugou in canon just tears Midoriya down relentlessly calling him "Deku" and calling the OFA holders "worthless nobodies" there's nothing inspiring about that. However - Shigaraki. He definitely could challenge Midoriya (both in views and power) and inspire him to become stronger. He's also shown to think of Midoriya constantly (separate to AFO's influence which is huge) so Midoriya could easily challenge (both views wise and in terms of power) and inspire him. Plus more interactions between these two would have done them wonders.

I would have Midoriya be the one to be kidnapped by the League rather than Bakugou. With Shiggy constantly thinking of him I believed this would happen, that Shig would try and fail to recruit Midoriya upon finding out he's a 'late bloomer'. It would also make a contrast between that moment and Izuku trying to save Shigaraki later because at that point they've both reached out to each other. And the whole narrative of 'saving Shigaraki' feels less forced.

Build up Shigaraki either as the main villain taking up AFO's villianous legacy like how Izuku is taking AM's heroic legacy or build up his redeemability by having him question what he was taught by his 'Sensei.' Either of these routes would be better than the inner child that is crying B.S. It neatly sidesteps all of the fact that Shigaraki canonically does not feel remorse or wish to change for any of deaths he caused. It is poor writing to try to redeem a character by throwing a pity party for them because they have suffered rather than addressing 'Do they want to be saved? Do they want to do better and change?' With Shigaraki, he wants to be saved from All for One but does he want to change or feel regret? Canonically, no. He uses Nomu's with no guilt. He kills people with no guilt. All he wants is destruction.

Don't redeem Endeavor - here's the thing. When Hori went down this route several things went wrong. Shoto lost his relevance as a main character and it became 'the Endeavor Show.' So instead, I would explore Shoto's POV growing separate from his Dad as well as reconnecting with both his siblings and his mum again as well as exploring their autonomous POV's. In canon, Hori scapegoated both Dabi and Rei to shift blame off of him which was a mess and muddles the messaging. Endeavor is meant to the symbol of the corrupt heroics 'redeeming him' undermines that.

Make Stain have a point. A controversial opinion but Stain in theory does have a point because there corrupt heroes (*cough* Endeavor *cough*) however the heroes Stain is shown to hurt do seem to be those he should like I.e Tensei Iida (who in the Spin Off Vigilantes is shown to be a good hero.) Give Stain targets that make sense I.e make a hero who is being corrupt, doing bad and being bad and have Stain hurt them. At the moment he just appears to hunt those that aren't All Might and dont emulate him.

Show Heroes / The Hero commission being corrupt more. Sure we have 'the optimist and murderer' Hawks as an example, Nagant who is in a few chapters but this corruption is meant to be a systemic issue. How the HPSC ruled and how the heroes have to bow to them is never fully explored I hate that (I actually wouldn't mind these guys being the actual bad guys of the series and the villians being the ones speaking out against them.)

I would establish Nagant as a character earlier. I would have Izuku be a fan of hers and I would have Hawks be mentored by her to support her place in the story and the impact of what happens to her by showing established characters effected by her and care for her. Since canonically it feels like Hori dropped her in the story out of nowhere.

Don't make Geten a Himura or reveal this earlier. Again. What was the point of this revelation? I could have seen this and been more open to it if it were revealed in the MVA arc. I would either have Geten rant maniacally about the purity and strength of the Himura Ice perhaps to parallel Endeavor's lust for power while Dabi stares at him shocked or not go down this route at all. Since now, it feels out of place and shoe horned in out of nowhere. And the incest stuff... I get that this sort of thing would happen in a world of quirks but what does it add? Rei is now canonically a product of incest - and what does that do? Narratively wise it nothing at all except give Rei's situation a whole other layer of ICK.

I would not give Dabi ice. What was the point of that revealation? His whole suffering comes down to the fact that he wasn't born perfect. That through Endeavor's quirk marriage he was born with a quirk that didn't suit his body and constantly harmed himself with his fire. Yet even so Touya used and continued to train his fire because Endeavor built up his sense of self as only his successor / how good he was with his fire then tore that away. Giving Dabi ice as a reaction to his near death state does what narratively? Shows Endeavor should have kept hurting / training Dabi when his quirk starts to hurt him? The whole point of Dabi's story should have been that he shouldn't have to be born "perfect" to be worthy of love yet the narrative robs him of that.

I would also either erase Dabi's kill count entirely or I would have it so that he accidentally killed those in the orphanage with his escape. And counted them in his 30 kills. This move I feel like would make him more sympathetic. It feels like Hori gave Dabi a kill count of random civilians to undermine him / his point against Endeav. Having him blame himself for the deaths of those in the orphanage (and them be a majority of his 30 kills) helps his redeemability because it proves despite his words that he still feels things and is in fact emotionally repressing things due to trauma.

Build up Toga Himiko as a sympathetic villian from the get go instead of a "Blood Yandere" or just make her a full irredeemable villian. With Toga from the start I would give her internal conflict about killing others, give her guilt about taking lives to feed her addiction to blood, make her try not to take lives /her killings accidental before she loses more and more of herself to the thirst for blood which then Ochaco could 'save' her from by reminding her what she wants is genuine connection/ help. Or I'd have her be a full unrepentant villian that needs to be stopped.

Explore the full consequences of Twice's death on the League and proper rammifications for Hawks. Or Don't kill Twice - redeem him instead. I like Twice, I feel like he's one of the best and most sympathetic villains Hori has ever written. Therefore I am miffed that canonically the League's feelings (outside Toga's) haven't been explored on Twice's death when they all, even Shig and Dabi, seemed to be fond of him at least. I am also annoyed that Hawks isn't even looked down on for this decision and didn't lose anything. No one is sideyeing him for deliberately stabbing a mentally ill man in the back? He gets his wings back despite Dabi burning them off? Or instead of killing Twice I'd have him be captured by Hawks instead and receive therapy.

Explore the process of the creation of an intelligent Nomu. I would either make Shirakumo 'alive' somehow being making Kurogiri an alter of him which the Doctor tortured out of him then brainwashed. OR I would explore Kurogiri's internal thoughts realising that he is a sentient corpse and exploring a full identity crisis for him, still wanting to be a hero and reconnect with his old friends but also wishing to save Shigaraki from AFO. That would be more powerful than what we got.

Give Nedzu, Momo and all the intelligent characters back their brains. Hori doesn't write intelligent characters well, everyone does what he wants them to do for the sake of plot. I would have them tackle the problem and put their characters first when they think things through and make the plot bend to them rather than vice versa.

Make AFO a proper threatening villain and a consistent threat or replace him as the main big bad. - Not sure how to elaborate but some of AFO's decisions in the recent arcs have been laughably stupid to the point of extreme annoyance. So I would either write him off after Kamino or keep him a consistent threat.

I would also explore Dr Giraki / Ujiko as a big bad alongside AFO and the horror of the Nomu condition. These are puppeteered corpses! People's dead bodies! And yet the heroes even upon knowing this are still kicking them around like volleyballs. There's no attempt to save the High ends even after realising Kurogiri's condition. So I would change that. I would have the heroes want to treat these creatures with respect. And only kill as a last resort.

Make Nedzu an actual character. Nedzu has a very interesting premise, a creature, who hates humans, with a very high IQ in charge of a school. Why is this? Because Hori said so in canon. I would actually explore why - does he actually want control and influence over how some of the most powerful heroes will turn out like - I think yes. So I would explore his morally grey tendencies and flesh him out.

Allow all the 1A girls to be both useful and intelligent. Momo especially has an OP quirk, an OP intelligent stat yet Hori never allows her to be as useful or intelligent as she should be. Jiro, Hagakure and Froppy also have OP quirks - yet they are under utilised and unexplored in what capabilities they could do.

Make Aizawa less of a bad teacher and more of a hardass with a heart of gold. (This will be an unpopular opinion.) I am firm in the belief that Aizawa's methods are deeply flawed and canonically he is not a good homeroom teacher at all. I would remove his 'expulsion record' (doing that would literally ruin lives even with the retcon of it only being on paper because that black mark would stay there.) I would change it instead so he moves the classes he deems to have no potential to Gen Ed so that there is no black mark nonsense and the students with potential could earn their way back into the course via the sports festival. I would change the "logical ruse" nonsense which would only breed trust issues in his students IRL to him being straight forward with the goals but having the activities have secret targets too (like the whole concept of hero points in the entrance exam.) I would also erase him falling asleep all the time because that doesn't support the notion that he cares about these kids. These changes would lead to him being a better teacher and would make more sense canonically as his teaching methods are meant to come from his trauma around Oboro's death.

I would either erase Aizawa's mentorship with Shinsou entirely or I would have Shinsou get further into the sports festival and earn his way into 1A that way. Canonically we see Eraser help and mentor Shinsou more than his own students (even the ones who actually need help!) So I would change this by removing the mentorship entirely or having Shinsou join 1A having earnt a spot via the sports festival and having Aizawa help him catch up with everyone else.

Shinsou. I would have him actually be treated as a villain in his backstory. I know we are all used to fanon Shinsou but canon Shinsou isn't abused. Isn't even really bullied bar from a rather justified wariness of 'that quirk is great for a hero. Just don't use it on me, ok?' Which doesn't inspire sympathy if anything it makes you wonder if Shinsou had believed he could coast into the hero course on his powerful quirk and is bitter that he couldn't do that. So I would have him be literally called a villain (literally have his quirks similarities to that of the villain Dictator be called out), I would also have him train outside his quirk to make him more sympathetic. Izuku did with his analysis. Shinsou canonically didn't train at all.

Tone down or Erase Mineta's perversions. I get this is a shonen so there is nearly always a character like this however with Mineta's 'comedy' Hori always goes too far and makes him appear like a budding sexual predator (thankfully he seems to be growing out of this in the later arcs but still.) I'd turn it into him trying and failing to flirt rather than groping people.

Have Midnight only make saucy comments to her peers - this I don't feel like needs further elaboration but the fact that Midnight had said she was turned on by things the students did (even though it's a persona) felt ick to me especially as this character is meant to be a teacher. I would explore her deeper as a character and juxapose her off duty 'more reserved' character vs the hero 'saucy' persona. And have her warn the girls about sexualisation in the hero industry 'women need to use their bodies / sex appeal to get ahead.' Which this new generation of heroes could change that.

I would either not kill Midnight at all or give her a heroic and impactful death. I hated how Midnight died off screen by a meaningless mook, only to be mentioned once again by Mic for Aizawa to shut him up about it. I hated how from here her relevance in the teacher OG friendship group essentially ended as Hori shifted focus hard to KurOboro. I hated how the impact of her death on the students that found her wasn't explored. Midnight died grievously injured and on her knees, Hori didn't bother to even give her a death scene. I would either not kill her at all or have her sacrifice herself heroically to save her students and fully explore the impact of this on everyone.

Explore the UA teachers / how they teach outside of Aizawa and All Might. The series is meant to be 'my hero academia' - So where is the academia? I would have some of the other teachers teaching styles explored as well as the students learning things that come in useful for hero work other than fighting. I.e first aid, villain psychology, quirkless hand to hand fights - all things that would come in useful as a hero other than being good with their quirks. I would also explore these teachers more as characters because I'd love to know more about Vlad King, Mic, Midnight, Thirteen, Ectoplasm and Nedzu.

I would have Endeavor always remain second to All Might. Endeavor in my opinion never deserved the number one spot, he instead deserved to fall from grace after being outed as an abuser. I would have All Might after losing OFA go full 'Iron Man Might' and remind Izuku that he showed Toshi how great of a hero he was without a quirk so Toshi is now taking inspiration from him and showing the whole of Japan how power isn't just from Quirks. It would show AM and Izuku's mentorship and the bond between these characters nicely.

I would either erase Nighteye from the story entirely or change his personality entirely and have him bond with Izuku over being an AM fan too. This I'm not sure if it needs explanation but Nighteye being a bad friend to AM, a bad mentor to Izuku wasn't needed. Aside from his role in Mirio's life and saving Eri he wasn't needed in general- especially not to bring down Izuku's already critically low self esteem.

Eri is too OP - it's narrative breaking. If she can rewind things why hasn't she rewound All Might back to his prime health? Why hasn't she given Aizawa back his eye and leg? Why has Eri only gave Mirio back his quirk? Can she rewind the dead? These are all questions Hori has left dangling because he couldn't be bothered to think of them before he thoughtlessly slotted her into the narrative. I would give her hard limits to her Rewind (such as only being able to rewind a few years or one part of the body at a time) and the drug that Overhaul uses be her power plus trigger to enhance it.

I would leave Mirio quirkless and have him be an awesome hero without Permeation. It would do wonders for the narrative if after losing his quirk Mirio kept working toward being a hero anyway. It would be interesting for both Midoriya and Aoyama to react to this. And for Mirio to have a big brother relationship with Midoriya.

I would give Izuku a proper support group. (I feel like this will be an unpopular opinion.) Class 1A should have been perfect for this role however Hori having them unite with Bakugou against Izuku in the 1A vs Izuku mess, Hori never bothering to develop 1A's friendships most people in 1A don't feel like Midoriya's friends. So I would change that and have them be more of a found family.

I would narratively foreshadow Yuuga as the UA traitor. Yuuga being formerly Quirkless and the UA traitor came out of nowhere. So I would foreshadow it by having him bond with Izuku over "being a late bloomer." I would explore his hesitancy to make friends through this too so Izuku and he would unknowingly bond over a shared Quirkless past. I would also have AFO explode him like he did with Nagant upon finding out Yuuga's treachery. I wouldn't kill Yuuga but this act would make the stakes much more personal for Izuku.

I would narratively develop Midoriya's family. We know so much of the Todoroki's yet so little of the Midoriya's it's criminal. So I would develop both Midoriya Hisashi and Midoriya Inko as people and show the impact of their parenting on Izu. Show Izuku calling his Dad 'overseas' . As well as drop hints about DFO (because I do like that theory but Hori hasn't built up to that well.)

I would tell the stories of the OFA holders instead of having them be plot devices. We know so little of the OFA holders, their motivations, their personalities it's criminal. So I would develop them and tell their stories of what it was like to hold OFA in their time as well as explore First as an actual character. What was it like for each of the holders in their time? Who were each of the holders to each other, all mentees and mentors or best friends, partners? Were any of the holders 'bad' or 'redeemed villains' it looks like everyone was all good which is a waste!!

I would give All Might a proper support group. Think about the people who know his OFA secret, Midoriya, Gran Torino, Nana, Nighteye, Nedzu, Detective Tsukauchi and Recovery Girl. Out of these people; Nana has tragically died in front of All Might, Midoriya is his successor and a child in need of his support and the other four (everyone else except Detective Tsukauchi) supports All Might poorly. (Especially Gran who AM is shown to be afraid of to the point of shaking!) Detective Tsukauchi is the only one who I think actually is shown supporting AM the most. So I would add more supportive characters to AM's circle (like Mic who is shown to be a very good, supportive friend and Inko who is Izuku's mum and is also shown to be a kind and supportive lady.)

I would keep the coherent clear problems in society such as Quirkless Discrimination and Mutant Discrimination shown throughout the story. Hori does a poor job with tackling his themes so I would show more how Quirkless (other than Izu and Aoyama are treated). I would also show Spinner taking offense when Dabi calls him "Lizard" as well as the Police chief taking offence when Shoto calls him a "Mutt." And have more instances like this.

I think this is all the ideas I have for now. Please let me know what you think.

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One Powerful Motivator - Bucky Barnes x Reader | Smut

Summary: Bucky gets jealous when another man puts his hands on his property.

Word Count: 2,993

Date Posted: 08.21.2022

TW: Choking, Breeding, Bondage, Orgasm Control, Praise.

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B: Don’t forget about our play date later.

Bucky sent you that text early this morning, reminding you of your plans to meet up. The thought of what he had planned shot heat through you. You had to push the thought away as you got prepared for your work day, the freezing winter morning setting you right.

The day passed slowly as you kept checking the clock every twenty minutes, wanting the day to be over from the moment it began.

J: Girls night!

The text from Jade came through. Shit, You thought, I totally forgot. You texted Bucky, telling him of your mistake.

B: Have fun! I’ll pick you up from the club at 8, I don’t want you driving. DO. NOT. GET. DRUNK.

Y/n: Yes, Sir.

B: Good girl

You were practically vibrating with excitement. Yet, somehow you think that Bucky planned your play date on girls night purposely.

You’d met Bucky over a year ago by accident. Quite literally by accident. You spilt your drink on him at your office’s annual holiday party. It just so happens that you’re actually really good friends with the boss’s personal assistant Jade, and the two of you conspired to get the party hosted at a local club. A favorite club of the two of you, that you frequented for your monthly girls night with Eve from accounting. Turns out accounting girls party hard. She could out drink you most of the time.

- Over a Year Ago -

“God,” You gagged, half hiding behind Jade, “Adam from IT will not stop flirting with me.”

“What do you have against the IT boys?” Evelyn laughed, another mini-shot of rum into a cup full of coke.

“I don’t have anything against them, it’s just that Adam never showers! You’re lucky he doesn’t hang out at your desk every chance he gets. Anytime he has to deal with an IT issue for us he always stops at my desk for like a half hour after. He smells like a gym sock.” You whined.

“Thank god HR can’t hear you.” Jade chuckled, “Oh wait, you are HR.”

“And yet, you’d think Adam would be more aware of the sexual harassment policy.” Eve handed you the spiked drink.

“Yeah, and I can’t get him fired because he’s our boss’s son. Stupid fucking rich people. Fuck that’s strong, Eve, I’m not built like you!”

“God, I can’t stand Carver.” Jade snorted. “But he pays me too fucking much for me to quit.”

“Yeah don’t remind me that you’re the most over paid person here.”

“Do you want to get calls at two in the morning to help him with his B.S? Cus I’ll trade.”

“Nope!” You and Eve said at the same time. You wouldn’t wish Jade’s job on anyone, for any reason.

“I’m gonna go get food from the bar.” You dismissed yourself from your friends, taking your drink with you.

“Y/n,” The bartender greeted you with a smile. “Your usual?”

“Hey Dave!” You grinned, “I would but I have to be on my best behavior tonight.”

He chuckled at your little pretend pout. “Ah, you’re with the Obrams party.”

“Correct, so it’s soda sippin’ for me. Anyway I need some food, you got mozz sticks? Tell me you got mozz sticks.”

“Don’t worry, Girl, I got your Mozz sticks, I’ll even get them garlic parm like you like.”

“You’re the love of my life Dave.”

“They’ll be up in 10, I’ll put them on the Obrams’ tab for you.”

“Beautiful.”

You turned away from the bar, hardly taking a step before slamming into a thick sturdy chest, spilling your rum and coke all over this poor man’s pristine white t-shirt.

“Fuck me, I’m not even drunk!” You whined. Today was just not it for you.

“I’m sure that wasn’t an invitation,” The person in front of you chuckled, causing you to actually look up at him. Fit chest ran up to a beautiful bitable neck, all the way up probably the most handsome face you’d ever seen. Blood rushed to your cheeks, feeling much more embarrassed than you would’ve been had you ran into, say, Adam from IT.

“Hi,” You whimpered, unable to look away from his hypnotizing blue eyes.

“Hi,” He grinned, clearly enjoying being able to look down at you. “How about you buy me a drink as an apology.”

You nodded, turning back to the counter, staring at Dave with big eyes. The sentiment was clear, how fucked am I. Dave shook his head with a fond smile.

“One sec, Darlin, I’ll be right back to you.”

The man took a seat at the bar next to where you stood, “I’m Bucky.”

“Y/n,” You shook his hand, taking notice of his tattoo sleeve, “Listen, I am absolutely mortified right now.”

“Well, it’s hell of an ice breaker.” He chucked. “Not to sound like an over used pick up line, but do you come here often?”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know if I should answer that, what if you’re a stalker?”

“You’re on first name basis with the bartender, so you either come here often, or you’re one of those annoying people who addresses the staff by their names.” He joked.

“Okay, you got me, I’m one of those annoying people,” You joked back. “I like your tattoo sleeve.”

“Thank you,” He rolled up the sleeve of his tee to show off as much of it as he could. It was incredibly detailed piece, and your realized that they were clockwork flowers. They were stunning.

“May I?” You asked, tentatively reaching out your hands.

“Go ahead.”

You were extremely gentle as you traced the work, feeling some scar tissue underneath the negative space.

“I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but I could never find the time.” You told him, more or less thinking out loud.

“You should,” He looked at you. You could swear somehow he was checking you out without looking like he was checking you out. “Some ink would look good on you.”

You could feel your skin heating up at his words.

“Y/n,” Dave interrupted, drawing your attention, “Your sticks aren’t up for another couple of minutes did you need something else?”

“Yes, I’m gonna by this man a drink, and I, uh, spilt my coke, could you get me another one please?”

“Of course, girl, should’ve figured it was all over that man’s shirt,” The bartender teased, turning to Bucky, “Listen you don’t want nothin to do with her, she crazy.”

“Dave!” You squealed, shocked at his antics.

“I don’t know, I’m always up for a challenge.” Bucky didn’t take his eyes off of you. Dave looked at you like, Girl you’re in trouble. “I’ll take a rum and coke, seeing as I’m covered in one anyway.”

You pushed yourself onto one of the stools, making yourself comfortable. You figured the girls wouldn’t miss you for a little while longer. You and Bucky spent the rest of that party talking, and boy did you really like him. You liked him so much that you gave him your number that night.

It didn’t take long for casual conversation to turn into something more. When you learned that power that Bucky could hold over you, the power that you wanted to give him, it was addictive. It took many discussions of likes, dislikes, limits, desires for you and Bucky to find something that truly worked for you.

- Present Day -

You and your girls found a table off to the side in the crowded club where you spent most of the last hour and a half unwinding from the work day. You were taking it slow, following Bucky’s orders to not get drunk, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the fuzzy warmth that the milkshake-like drink spread through you.

“I wanna dance,” Eve grabbed your hand pulling you away from the table.

“Eve, I am not nearly drunk enough to dance.”

“You may no be, but I am and I need someone to dance with so your sexy ass is coming with me.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, joining Eve on the dance floor. You got lost in the music as you danced together, not really paying attention even as another body joined yours, or perhaps that was the alcohol. You let yourself relax, to be honest, you enjoyed the feeling of being sandwiched between the two warm bodies.

Suddenly you were ripped away from between them, lips smashing against yours. Your urge was to shove whomever it was away and then you caught it. The familiar smell of one James Buchanan Barnes. You melted into him, returning his kiss with fervor, arms winding their way around his neck. His hands roamed your body, groping you ass over your skirt. Behind you you could hear a man scoff, and presumably move on to the next available target.

“If you’ll excuse us, Eve,” Bucky pulled away, leaving you panting. “We have plans tonight.”

“Of course, Handsome,” Eve play flirted from behind you, “As long as you keep bringing her back in one piece.”

“My bag,” You whispered, “I’ll grab it, just give me a minute.”

You rushed back over to the table, making sure to give Jade enough money to cover your drinks, before Bucky could haul you back to his apartment.

He had a scowl on his face during the drive.

“I may have to cancel play time, Doll.” Bucky said, frustration latent in his voice.

“Did I upset you, Sir?” You asked, fiddling with your hands, “I obeyed all your rules. I didn’t get drunk.”

“Yes, but that man’s hands were all over you, and you were letting him touch my property.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, I thought the dancing was innocent enough.”

“He certainly didn’t - the way he was feeling you up.” Bucky growled - and not in the sexy way. You fiddled with your collar, a symbol of your commitment to him.

“Sir, may I make a suggestion,” he gave you a nod, “We could take a bath, relax.”

He let out a sigh, “Yes, that sounds nice.”

Bucky seemed satisfied for the time, though you could practically see his racing thoughts. You reached over taking his hand that was resting on the car’s emergency brake. He held it lightly, and you knew that he truly was not mad at you.

He started stripping the moment his front door was closed and locked, b-lining for the master bath. Bucky sat on the edge of the tub as if filled, giving you plenty of opportunity to admire the beautiful work of his tattoo.

“Strip and kneel.” He stated, though not coldly. Your eyes never left him as you did as he requested, unbuttoning your blouse slowly, letting it fall from your shoulders. Next was your skirt, undoing the zipper just enough to let it slide over your hips, pooling at your feet.

“All the way, Doll.”

You turned away from Bucky, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting that too fall to the floor. You pulled your panties down seductively, giving your Sir a good show of your ass. You faced him again, taking to your knees in front of him, if you just leaned forward, you could kiss his thighs.

Bucky cupped your chin, stroking your face softly, his other hand went to your throat, playing with the ring on your collar. Tentatively, you leaned forward to rest your cheek on his knee.

“You are my sweet doll,” He petted your head, “aren’t you, pretty girl?”

You nodded, smiling softly. You could feel the soft haze of submission setting into place. You trusted Bucky more than your trusted anyone in your life, you knew without a shadow of a doubt that you were safe in his hands.

“You know that no matter how frustrated or angry I may be at one time, I still love you. You’re my good girl.”

“Of course, Sir, I love you too.” You responded dreamily, enjoying his touch, only for it to be interrupted by him turning off the water. He helped you into the bath, settling himself in behind you. He held you tightly, and you could feel his frustrations slipping away with the steam.

Ten minutes passed without a word, it wasn’t needed, you were just enjoying your time with him.

“Do you still want to play tonight with Sir, Doll?” Bucky asked in your ear, his voice deep and playful. One of his hands reaching down, just barely brushing your clit.

“Yes, Sir, if you’re feeling up to it.” You nodded.

“Get out of the bath, Doll. Dry off. Go to the bed and play with yourself. I will join you in a few. You are not allowed to cum.”

You didn’t need any other direction, you were up the moment he asked. You dried yourself hastily, leaving the towel for him. You picked out your favorite vibrating wand, plugging it in and settling on the bed. You lost yourself in the pleasant vibration, making sure to have your legs pleasingly spread open when you heard Bucky emerge from the bathroom, the tub draining loudly. Bucky took his time with his approach, letting your heart flutter with anticipation.

Bucky reached over, taking the vibrator from you, shutting it off and setting it aside.

“Move to the middle of the bed, Doll.”

You did as he said, then let him take over adjusting you. Bucky pulled the ankle cuffs from under the bed skirt, fastening each to your ankles.

“How’s that? Good?” He asked, making sure that they were snug, but not so tight as to hurt you.

“Yes Sir.” You nodded, admiring the way he looked while he was strapping you down.

“Hands above your head, Doll,” He directed, moving to get the wrist restraints. He strapped you in, repeating his question from before.

“Its good, Sir.”

“That’s a good little doll,” He praised you, slipping a blindfold over your eyes. Your breath hitched when you felt him take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting the pert bud, massaging your other breast in his hands, playing with the nipple.

A sharp pain took your nipple that was just in your lover’s mouth, making you cry out, panting as wetness flooded you. Bucky lavished your other nipple with his tongue, followed by that same sharp pain that made you whimper pathetically.

He kissed down your body, loving every inch of your skin, until he finally kissed your clit. The contact made you gasp, sending a shock of pain through your chest as it jostled whatever Bucky had attached to you. Bucky took his time eating you out, enjoying the little whimpers you let out from the torturous devices he affixed to your nipples.

“Remember, Doll, you are not allowed to cum until I tell you to. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand,” You whimpered and moaned under his ministrations. Though you could feel yourself getting close to the edge, and you knew that Bucky knew it too.

“Sir,” You whined, “I need you to stop, I’m gonna-“

Bucky issues a swift smack to you clit, the shock holding you off from your orgasm.

“So wet for me, Doll,” Bucky praised. You could feel the tip of his thick cock pressing against your entrance. “Such a good girl.”

He leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips as he finally penetrated you, moving slow as you stretched to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” He groaned against your lips, “always so tight for me, such a perfect little doll.”

His hand crept to your throat as he began pumping into you. He didn’t choke you at first, just traced the band of your collar, but as he fucked into you roughly he cut off that blood rush to your brain. Keeping his hand in a ‘U’ shape to keep from hurting you.

You were putty underneath him, moaning from the pleasure he was giving you, whimpering from the pain in your breasts every time he thrusted into you. You gripped his arm as his hand tightened around your throat restricting your air flow.

“Sir,” You coughed out, getting wetter by the second. You could hear how sloppy your pussy was as he pounded into you.

“You’l’ breathe when I fucking tell you you can breathe,” He growled in your ear, making you moan. You loved it when Bucky got rough with you, and he knew it. “God, I’m gonna breed this perfect cunt of yours, Doll.”

You whimpered underneath him, as he released your neck. The blood rushing back to your brain made you dizzy.

“You come when I tell you to, Doll,” He demanded, counting you down. When he hit one, he pulled the devices off of your nipples, making you cry out in pain as your orgasm rushed over you. Bucky groaned in you ear as his thrusts got sloppy, the feeling of you clenching around his cock pushing him over the edge, spilling his hot seed into you.

His weight was heavy as he rested on you for a moment, panting. Reaching up he undid your wrist restraints with one hand, allowing you to remove the blindfold yourself. When he pulled out of you, you could feel his cum spill down on to the mattress.

“I’m gonna get you cleaned up, Doll,” He promised as he undid your ankle restraints, “You did so well for me.”

You relaxed in your happy haze as Bucky got a warm towel, and cleaned you up gently. Once finished, he climbed back in bed with you, holding you close to his chest. He rubbed your back, praising you softly as you came back to reality.

“How’s your throat doll? You okay?” He asked, caressing your cheek.

“Mhmm.” You nodded, “Can I have a pudding?”

“Yes, you can have a pudding for being a good girl.” He kissed your forehead.

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