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urfavlarry · 19 days

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Heyyy:)

I’ve been reading every single SBG Post you have, and I kindly wanted to request something👉👈

Sooo (reader) who’s main weapons are fireworks/explosives(cuz light, and well explosions) And they somehow get hurt by them one day?

(Preferably gn/fem reader, with Ben, Aiden and/ or Tyler) 🧎🧎

Sooo thx for reading this:) You’re so cool!

A/N: oo love this!! thank you for requesting<3 and btw idk why Aidens is so long I think I blacked out while writing for him :,)

warnings: bl00d, swearing, bad grammar, explosives, fireworks, mentions of gagging and throwing up

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You’ve been playing around with explosives ever since you were little. You lived with your older brother who was experiences with these things and since he couldn’t teach you how to fight, he chose to teach you how to work with explosives. Whether it was fireworks, dynamite, grenades, you knew how to work it. One day while fighting off a phantom your own weapon, well, backfires.

Ben Clark 🎧ྀི

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You throw the grenade at the phantom, another in hand waiting to be thrown. You don’t realize you already pulled out the pin from the grenade and it explodes in your hand. You feel numb, eyes wide from the sudden explosion and ears ringing. You feel a really bad pain in your arm, well at least whats left of it and scream. Everyone turns in your direction and either gasp, scream, or full on start to gag. Ben rushes to your side and pick you on on his back and runs with you to the graveyard along with everyone else, Ashlyn yelling a quick; “Everyone back down.”

Your vision starts to get blurry and someone hits your cheeks; “Y/N, you need to stay awake, okay? Don’t pass out, Y/N, Y/N!” You keep your eyes open but look away from the gruesome sight and start to sob. “Everything will be okay we won’t let anything happen to you.” You hear a robotic kind of voice and look into that direction seeing Ben with the most worried expression, Aiden standing there next to him to somewhat calm him down. You smile weakly but instantly hold back a scream of pain as someone starts to clean your wound.

“Fuck..” You groan and look at the night sky, hoping for this pure torture to end. You sigh as they finally start to wrap your ‘arm’ and finish the little procedure. After that Ashlyn goes away, probably to throw up or something. You don’t blame her, that was really a gruesome sight. You feel a presence beside you and look towards the person, smiling when you see Ben. “Hey..” You say and he nods, pulling you a bit closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, trying to sleep the trauma off. It was funny, you were taking it more lightly than you thought. “Ben?” You say and he looks down at you. “Isn’t it funny?” You smile and look up at him, making him raise a brow; “That everyone is taking this so harshly while I’m here literally not even crying? Well yes I did cry but that shit really hurt and I—” You shut up when you get embraced into a hug. You relax and let the tears fall, Ben patting your back. “Let it out.” He whispers so only you could hear. You were one of the only ones except Aiden and his family that heard his voice. It wasn’t often but when he did speak a warm feeling welled up in your chest.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He says in a raspy voice and you sniffle, pulling away from the hug. You look up at the stars, trying to ignore your aching arm. “Thanks, um, for being here when I need you.” You say and he nods, kissing your cheek and puts an arm around your shoulder. “I’d do anything for you, I’m just sad I couldn’t stop this whole thing from happening.” He thinks to himself and just stares at you lovingly, leaving you to rest.

Aiden Clark

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Everything hurt like hell. You could hear a faint buzz in your head as you tried to quickly move away but a sharp pain pierced through your entire body. Tears started to fall from your face. “Why am I crying?” You think to yourself not knowing how to stop the bothersome tears from coming down your face. You look down at your body and your eyes widen, brain forever traumatized by the gruesome sight. Your leg was completely torn off and your side was bleeding as well. Fire was forming beside you where an explosion once erupted from your fireworks. You look at the sky, just hoping for the clock to strike 7 like it usually did and end this horrible nightmare. You feel your body be picked up by someone and just close your eyes, shoulders relaxing as your whole world turns into a black void.

You jolt awake, looking around frantically, quickly relaxing when you recognize your little safe space; your room. You groan, your side and leg feeling numb and tingly. Looking up at the ceiling you contemplate whether you should go to school or not, but you know that would worry your friends and even Aiden even more than you already did. Slipping from under the covers you get ready and walk down to the kitchen where your brother was making you breakfast, your favorite. He smiles at you warmly and kisses your forehead; “Tough night?” He knew what has been going on, you told him just a few weeks after Savannah. You were the first out of the group to tell anyone and your brother of course believed you, knowing you as a person to not make up such things. You frown at the thought of last night and decide to not tell him, knowing he would take the blame, saying something like; “I should’ve taught you better.” or even going as far as saying “I shouldn’t have taught you at all.” You sigh and put on a fake smile; “Hey I’m fine! Everything went well last night.” He smiles and ruffles up your hair; “Okay kiddo, if you say so. Now get to school you don’t wanna be late.” He says and you nod, quickly going upstairs yo gather some last minute things and rush to catch the bus, not really being in the mood to walk to school.

You get to the bus and see a very tired and worried looking group of kids, aka the group. Ben was comforting Aiden who was more quiet then usual, Tyler looking more pissed then ever, Taylor being the complete opposite and put on a fake smile, and well Ashlyn had a poker face on like usual but still looked pretty worried having her head rested on the window looking at god knows what. “Hey.” You say and everyone looks up, Taylor rushing to hug you and Logan who you hadn’t noticed did as well, all of them bombarding you with questions. You sit down and turn so your back is against the chair in front of you and legs towards the back of the seat you were sitting on. You were facing the group and everyone waited for you to speak, but only Aiden caught your eye. He wasn’t looking in your direction and was fiddling with his fingers, something very unlike him. You tell everyone you’re fine and tell them you can talk about it later, grabbing Aidens shoulder when you get off the bus. “Guys go on ahead, we will be there in a minute.” Everyone nods and Aiden tenses up and looks down.

“Hey hun, everything okay? You’re more quiet than usu—” You get taken by surprise when Aiden raises his voice at you, tears in his eyes and a very worried but angry expression on his face. “Okay? Y/N I really am not okay. I saw my s/o get blown up by fireworks, do you know how that feels?” You go to speak but get cut off again and just stay quiet from then; “I’m glad you’re okay but I’m not, oh but wait! I’m totally fine! I just saw the love of my fucking life get blown up but thats totally fine! Is that what you wanted to hear Y/N? Well too bad.” He says and you furrow your brows, fist clenching and face going a bit paler than usual.

“That’s nice Aiden, but you are forgetting who actually suffered here. I’m the one who got hurt and you don’t understand how fucking painful that shit is, getting blown up by something you’ve been taught to use ever since you were little by your own family. I didn’t only suffer physically, but seeing that shit fucked me up just as much as it did you. But yeah if it makes you feel better then you’re the one who suffered the most Aiden.” You say and run off into the school, Aiden watching you disappear in the crowd of students who were rushing to get to class. Your words really got to Aiden, he taught about them more and more as he went to class, where you would be. He sits down and puts on a facade for the others, making himself look like he was okay when he really wasn’t. Ben knew something was off but knew better than to interfere in your guys’ situation.

After school you go home, laying in your bed and look up at the ceiling, salty tears pouring out from your eyes making them sting. You hear a knock on your door and you quickly sit up and wipe your tears; “Probably my brother.” You think to yourself but your body tenses when you see a weakly smiling Aiden with flowers and a teddy bear in his hands. You let him in and close the door behind you, facing him. He sets the gifts down and slowly approaches you, opening his arms for a hug. You tackle him in a hug and you both fall to the ground with a loud thud, making both of you chuckle. You stay on the floor like that for quite a bit, Aiden rubbing your back to soothe you as you cry your eyes out, mumbling apologies and ‘I love yous”. He sits up with you in his lap and kisses your cheek and then nose. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you like that it was so uncalled for and I should’ve realized how painful that must’ve been for you. I hope you can forgive me even tho a simple sorry won’t really make up for what I did and said.” He says and looks you in the eyes, cupping your cheek in his hand. You contemplate what to say, knowing what he did was wrong but you could have handled it better yourself. “I let anger get the best of me again, that fucking realm has been rubbing off on me more than usual.” You think to yourself and sigh, hugging him and put your chin on his shoulder. “Aiden I get it, you were angry, sad, quite literally traumatized. You’re.. no, we’re still just teenagers, that shit was gruesome and I really understand that it upset you, yes the things you said were upsetting and could’ve been handled better but just so you know, I don’t hate you for it.” You say and get squeezed in the hug, making you pat his back; “Yeah, yeah, okay jeez Aiden chill.” You say and he chuckles; “No I’m never ever letting you go.” He says and you smile, looking at the time; “8 more hours..” You say and frown; “Aiden what if I just won’t be able to walk again in that realm, even if you somehow manage to stitch me up, that doesn’t guarantee anything.” You say and get shushed by a kiss on the lips; “Everything will be okay, I promise.”

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“So basically what you’re telling me is I have to be the look out while you guys go for the jeep?” You say and raise a brow as you throw your dynamite in the air letting it fall back in your hand and repeat that like a hundred times. Ashlyn nods and you sigh, grabbing the pitch of your nose; “You know I could potentially explode the jeep? You know dynamite isn’t exactly the best weapon for close combat.” I say and cross my arms over my chest, hoping that Ashlyn would come up with a better plan. Tyler nods along and sits down next to you on the floor of the bus. “Yeah and that shit is pretty dangerous if it explodes near you so what if a phantom attacks Y/N really close? She could get hurt.” He says and Ashlyn sigh, furrowing her brows since you have been planning this for about a week and suddenly the plans would be changing. “Everything will be fine, we have necessary recourses if anything goes wrong.” She says and everyone gets up, apart from you. You sit there and think about all the worst possible outcomes, knowing your own brother once got hurt by dynamite but recovered and still lives a fulfilling life.

Tyler stops in his tracks and looks at you, walking back to you and crouches in front of you. He lifts your chin to look at him and smiles at you; “Everything will be fine, you’re talented Y/N, not everyone can work explosives like you do.” You smile and stand up, hugging him tight and give him a quick kiss on the cheek; “Well, let’s knock these bitches dead.” You say and grab your dynamite and lighter, putting them in your pockets. Aiden ordered some suits online and bought a different one just for you since your weapon was dynamite. You can store them in a belt you have or pockets. It was nice of him but you really couldn’t stop thinking about how anything could go wrong. You finally shake off the thoughts and leave with everyone except Logan who would be near the base with a gun. Everyone runs to the house as “Party rock anthem” were heard in the background.

You smirk and get your dynamite in hand; “Let’s get this party started!” Aiden cheers and Tyler rolls his eyes, making Taylor laugh. “Take this seriously guys.” Tyler yells over the music and you just smile sheepishly as everyone runs into the house except for you like the plan was supposed to go. You turn on your headlamp so the phantoms can’t get that close. You see a group of them standing near the speakers where the song was playing, but you knew you didn’t have that much time before it stopped playing. You hear commotion behind you and see Ashlyn getting pulled up by a phantom. “Shit!” Aiden was standing there trying to get up to help her so you boost him up since you can’t really help unless they want an exploded house and a dead Ash on their hands. The commotion atracted a group of phantoms and they were a bit far because of the light you had turned on. You smirk and light your dynamite throwing it right at them. You cover your ears and let it explode, knowing that probably attracted more phantoms so you take another one out. Eyeing the area closely you hear the song end but see tha Aiden and Ashlyn managed to kill the phantom some how. You smile and give them a thumbs up.

You walk a bit farther from the entrance of the house and the jeep, lighting another dynamite and throw it at another group of phantoms. You walk back a bit so you don’t get exploded but don’t hear Ashlyn yelling for you to watch out when a phantom sneaks up on you. Your eyes widen and you shine a flashlight on it but you stumble back and start to hear loud ringing in your ears. You feel a warm liquid run from your upper leg. You look down and see a huge gash in your leg, maling you scream. You cough as dust and ash starts to fly around from the explosion. You sob and crawl closer to the jeep, seeing that phantoms were getting into the house; “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whisper to yourself and sob, sitting down next to the jeep, keeping an eye out for your surroundings. You tie your wound with a ripped piece of your pants and groan in pain as it tightens around your leg. You see everyone get out of the house and Tylers eyes widen when he sees you laying there, bleeding. “Holy shit, Y/N!” He yells and picks you up, everyone getting into the jeep fast as phantoms start to swarm the car. You sob into his shoulder as Taylor applies more pressure to your wound.

Everyone gets out of the car once Ash swerves into the graveyard and get you out of the car. Sobs and sniffles were heard as you cried your heart out from the pain. Tyler had your head in his lap and brushed hair from your face. He whispered sweet nothing into your ear and things like “It’s almost over.” “You’re doing great mi vida.” making you relax just a bit. Ashlyn was stitching your wound and that was the worst pain ever. “Okay, it’s done.” Ashlyn says and packs up the first aid kit, cleaning the blood off your leg and leaves so you and Tyler can be alone for a bit. You try and sit up but your arms give out, making you fall back into his lap. He puts an arm under your shoulder and lifts you up so you can sit next to him. He looked worried but had his brows furrowed and also looked a bit angry. He was mumbling curses in Spanish and sometimes mumbling something about the phantoms.

You lay your head on his chest and he kisses your head letting you rest after that traumatic event. You smile and start to talk; “Sorry, I should’ve been more careful.” You say and he chuckles a bit; “Yeah you should’ve, but things happen and you’re so brave for getting through that.” He says making you smile. “I should’ve been there to help although I probably would have made things worse, but still you get the point.” You nod and he stays silent for a while before he speaks up again; “I’m glad you’re okay, you really did such a good job at protecting us and don’t you think other wise you hear me?” He says in a stern voice and you nod, chuckling. “Yeah, yeah, if you think so.” You say and he pulls you closer “I know so.” He says and kisses your soft lips, making you forget all of the pain you once felt.

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hopefultimemachinedelusion · 4 months

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I like that while they all were trying to sleep crying their eyes out and the other kids were holding hands... Ashlyn was lying alone. And Aiden’s like, "I’m here, you don’t have to go through this alone," and she doesn’t turn to him completely, she doesn’t take him by the hand either, but she press her feet against his leg for a piece of comfort.

And another detail that I really like is that Ashlyn keeps her palm where Aiden’s neck was pierced with a sharp piece. Like the mix of "This must be hurt like hell" and "I’m So Sorry" and it also looks like she’s subconsciously trying to stop the bleeding and apply pressure on the cut, even though they’re in the "another dimension"...

I love their interaction.

#webtoon #school bus graveyard #sbg aiden #sbg ashlyn

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crowclubkaz · 6 months

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if characters from opla were books!

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book list with age range under the cut!

Monkey D. Luffy: The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman (Mid-Grade) The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien (Mid-Grade)

Roronoa Zoro: A Clash of Steel by C.B. Lee (YA) Heart of a Samurai by Margi Preus (YA)

Nami: Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (YA) The Girls I've Been by Tess Sharpe (YA)

Usopp: Big Fish by Daniel Wallace (Mid-Grade) The Assassin's Curse by Cassandra Rose Clarke (YA)

Vinsmoke Sanji: Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain (Adult) Bloom by Kevin Panetta (YA)

Koby: Radio Silence by Alice Oseman (YA) The Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas (YA)

Red-Haired Shanks: The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune (Adult) Vicious by V.E. Schwab (Adult)

Buggy the Clown: Clown in a Cornfield by Adam Cesare (YA) Joyland by Stephen King (Adult)

Dracule Mihawk: Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff (Adult) Castlevania: The Belmont Legacy by Marc Andreyko (Adult)

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inexplicifics · 2 months

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For the 6 word prompt, Aiden and Milena (perhaps first meeting?) "Where are my manners, my dear?"

“You brought a human home?” the extremely handsome and very sharp-toothed man who Milena is trying very hard not to assume is a vampire hisses angrily at the brawny and…distressingly wolfish redhead who rescued Milena from the bottom of the ravine.

“She was hurt! What the fuck was I supposed to do?” the redhead retorts angrily.

The really-hopefully-not-a-vampire sighs and his shoulders slump as he rubs his forehead. “I suppose I can’t argue with that,” he says wearily, and then turns to Milena. “But where are my manners, my dear? I apologize for my discourtesy. Let’s get that ankle looked at, and then we can see about calling someone to come pick you up.”

“Thank you,” Milena says meekly. “I am very sorry to intrude.”

“It’s hardly your fault,” the please-let-him-not-be-a-vampire says, giving the redhead a pointed look and then sinking to his knees to examine her ankle. “How did you end up hurt out in the Reserve anyway?”

“I was walking with my sister,” Milena says. “And I - must have tripped -” She can’t quite remember how it happened, actually. She is quite sure she was being careful of her footing, but one moment she was walking along, enjoying the brisk fall air and the surprisingly pleasant conversation with Marta, and the next moment everything was a confused welter of rocks and leaves until she fetched up at last at the bottom of the ravine. She couldn’t see Marta, and her sister didn’t reply when she called out, either. No one did. Presumably Marta went to the park rangers to tell them what had happened, though it was evening by the time the redhead found Milena, more than long enough for Marta to have reached the ranger station barely a mile from where Milena fell -

“There wasn’t an alert on the radio,” the redhead says gruffly. “Only thing today was some dipshit setting off fireworks up by Borch’s cave.”

“Ah,” the at-least-he’s-a-polite-vampire? says thoughtfully. “That does put a different complexion on matters. Go and get me the first aid kit, pup, and we’ll see about getting a meal into this poor girl before we start investigating.” He looks up and gives Milena a smile that would be quite reassuring if not for the extremely pointy canine teeth. His eyes are very green, and catch the light in a very strange way. “Be welcome as a guest in our house,” he says gently. “No harm will come to you here.”

Somehow, despite everything, Milena believes him. “Thank you,” she says softly. “I am grateful for your kindness.”

And in years to come, she learns exactly how true that kindness is.

Or here on AO3!

#questions answered #ask meme #six word sentences #m'laiden

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gojos-thot-patrol · 6 months

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Yo, yo, Aiden, hear me out.. a newbie virgin succubus reader x Satoru Gojo... Reader tries her best to do her job, but it's literally her first day on the job.. Like this could turn into the most raunchy smut or a fluff.

Baby Doll I love this idea, I wanna wrote ot so bad but-

I'm already working on an Incubus Gojo x Reader man! I feel like it would just be a lot of over lap??

BUT FUCK THATS A GOOD IDEA.

Imagine it man. You're supposed to be the one in charge here! You're supposed to be the one in control.

So why then why are his hands the ones guiding your hips as you ride him, making sure you feel him deep inside of you with every thrust.

"Feel good slut?" He asked, voice thick with need. You're not a slut, well, not yet technically. He was the first person to ever be inside you, to make you feel this good. You didn't want to go back to your job after tonight. You wanted to keep this human around forever.

"S-so good." You stuttered, trying to keep any sense of rhythm with your hips. Where you fail though, he succeeds. Keeping measured and perfectly timed thrusts, just enough to drive you crazy.

"Wanna feel this good forever?" He purred, punctuating his words with a particularly sharp thrust right into your g-spot, forcing a perfectly whoreish moan from your lips. You looked at him with desperate, tear brinnged eyes and nod.

"Please, y-you're so good..."

His grin turned wicked as he quickly flips the two of you over. You're not on top anymore, you're firmly beneath him, trapped in a mating press.

"Then make me like you, Princess."

#im sorry for the short drabble but these kinktober fics are kicking my ass lmao #mail call 💌#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #incubus gojo #Thot Commander: sircatchungus

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incorrect-everly-quotes · 1 year

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Piper: Aiden needs to shut up and get a girlfriend.

Ariel: Or a boyfriend. He’s bi.

Piper: Damn, nobody wants him for real.

Ariel: I know, right?!

#piper patton #ariel sharp #aiden sharp #aiden and ariel #incorrect quotes

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 1 year

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Warnings: assholes, harassment/bullying, protective!daryl

You just needed some space. That party was suffocating you. You managed to cross the room filled with the din of small talk and side conversations and get to the hallway, hoping you could just sneak into the next room for a few moments of quiet to settle your nervous system down. It felt like it was vibrating, buzzing with too much stimulation, too many people. But when you got to the hallway, you found your way blocked by Deanna’s son, Aiden, and his pal Nicholas.

You stared at them, your expression blank. “Excuse me,” you said, an obvious edge to your voice.

Neither of them moved. “Where are you going?” Aiden asked. “Finally realize you don’t fit in here? Party too civilized for you?”

You gave him another cold look. “Are you gonna let me by, or not?” The sharp, steely edge to your voice was even sharper.

“Yeah, sure, no problem,” Aiden said, stepping to the side so you could barely slip between him and Nicholas without brushing against them.

“Oops,” Aiden said, purposely spilling the entirety of his drink down the front of your shirt. Nicholas and Aiden let out a couple scornful laughs.

You stared down at the soaked cotton now clinging to you, darkened with the amber of his drink and gritted your teeth. “You’re shitting me right? What are you, fucking 12 years old?”

Aiden leaned in, doing his best to ignore your glare. “You’re not welcome here,” he said in a whisper, so close you could feel his breath on your face and smell the liquor on it. You pulled back with disdain.

“Obviously...” You flipped him off and headed out the door and down the front steps in a hurry. You were surprised to meet Daryl halfway back to the house.

“Hey, what’s—” he broke off as his eyes drifted down to your soaking wet shirt. His eyes narrowed and his brow drew down heavily. “What happened?”

You sighed and shook your head. “It’s nothing,” you said. “Don’t worry about it.”

He bit his bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment. “That’s exactly what ya’d say if it was somethin’ I need to worry ‘bout. Tell me what happened.”

“It’s just a spilled drink,” you said. “I’m just—going home to change. That’s all.”

He could read your agitation. “Nah. Nuh uh. Ain’t just a spilled drink. Who did that? Was it that asshole Spencer?”

You averted your eyes to the ground. “Not exactly...”

“Aiden. Got it. I’mma beat the fucking hell outta him,” he growled. Daryl turned immediately and started stalking off. You rushed to catch him.

“Daryl!” He stopped dead when you grabbed his hand in yours. “Don’t. Just don’t. It’s not fucking worth it.”

He took another look at your stained shirt and the creases between your eyebrows. “Yeah, it is.” He wanted to turn again and go deal with those fucking pricks, but you were still holding his hand and it seemed to be rooting his boots into the ground.

“Please? Don’t. Just—just come back with me. Walk me home and I can change and then we can—we can forget that people are stupid together.” You watched him soften. “The party blows anyway,” you said with a dry laugh. “I’d rather just... watch the stars with you on the porch or something. Okay?”

Daryl gulped a little nervously, but yielded. “Alrigh’. If tha’s what ya want.”

You nodded, still holding his hand in between yours. “It is.”

So, that’s what you did.

Prompt: “You’re not welcome here.” / “Obviously.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles

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shy-urban-hobbit · 5 months

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Collab with the wonderful and crazy talented @elmonstro . It was so much fun working on this with you!!

Lambert absolutely hated markets. As a general rule they were noisy, crowded and more often than not at least one merchant would try to rip him off once they caught sight of either his medallion or his eyes. Aiden however, had no such hang ups and loved to people watch and talk to various merchants about their wares, the stall owners scents turning to just a general wariness which was easier to ignore as he complimented the quality of their wares or charmingly haggled over price in a way Lambert never could (whether it was due to his schools teachings in getting certain humans to lower their guard or if it was just Aiden, Lambert wasn't quite sure).

He found his gaze wandering as he stood listening to Aiden get into an animated discussion about a spice he'd never even heard of, nevermind tasted. Some of the merchants looked to be packing away for the day, a mother pulled a fussing child away as they made grabby hands at a stall selling various sweet treats and he was pretty sure that young woman just pickpocketed the old man she'd bumped into but Lambert decided he probably deserved it, if the name he called her in response to her apology for running into him was anything to go by.

The telltale flash of sunlight on metal coming from the end of the row caught his attention. They'd done this enough times now for Lambert to know he'd probably be back before Aiden even noticed he'd gone and if he wasn't, the Cat would have no problem finding him again.

The stall had a surprisingly wide array. Lambert spotted wicked looking punch knives with engraved blades alongside the usual vegetable and carving knives. A couple of ornate daggers which were definitely more for decoration than practical use if the fancy handles and sheaths were any indication took pride of place front and centre. No swords but judging from how old and stooped the smith looked, Lambert took an educated guess that the heavier stuff was back in his workshop. Lambert was about to turn around and make his way back to Aiden when he spotted them. Nestled towards the back was a pair of daggers. Small enough to be easily concealed but the blades looking wicked sharp nonetheless. One had a slight curve whilst the other was straight as a rod. The handles had the exact same simple ornamentation - a line of gold filigree winding around and up the steel like a vine whilst the accompanying sheaths were the exact same shade of royal blue. A matched set then.

He was suddenly struck by images of those blades being cradled in dark skinned, long fingered hands. The sheaths complimenting blue armour and green eyes.

"Can I see those?" He asked waiting for the smiths nod of permission before he reached over. The balance was good and there were no visible imperfections.

"My son does all the leatherwork for the sheaths." The smith piped up, a note of pride in his voice, "Treats it right and proper so it won't fade or crack." Lambert nodded as he smiled. They were perfect. At least, they were until he saw the price. There was no way he could justify spending that much, not when they didn't know how far they'd need to make their coin stretch; even with half of their earnings going into a shared purse (which he wasn't going anywhere near. That was for emergencies and besides - it wasn't much of a gift if Aiden ended up putting money towards it too).

Trying not to let his disappointment show too much, he placed the straight blade back on the stall, "How much for just the one?"

Aiden ended up meeting him halfway, smiling when he noted the direction Lambert was coming from, "Why am I not surprised you got drawn in by sharp, pointy things? Get anything?"

Lambert thought about the dagger he'd managed to tuck away into the top of his pack. The smith hadn't seemed too pleased about separating them either, but a sale was a sale. He shook his head, wrapping an arm around Aiden's shoulder, "Just looking. You done?"

Aiden stared at him briefly before nodding. If Lambert's emotions were showing on his face, he was gracious enough not to mention it.

Aiden wrinkled his nose at the slop that was passing for stew in the inn's main room and Lambert found himself sharing the sentiment. It was to be expected really; the room was barely the right side of habitable. They could put up with worn, dirty mattresses and sour ale for a night but they drew the line at meat which smelled like it was about to turn, even under all the spices and gravy the cook had tried to disguise it with.

"Ugh. I'm going to go see if I can catch that vendor we got those pies from earlier before he closes up. I'll be right back." Aiden said, draining the last of his drink and dropping a couple of coins, leaving Lambert at the sticky table before he could reply. Not that he'd been a great conversation partner since they'd left the market.

Neither of them were overly materialistic: both literally and figuratively, they couldn't afford to be and Aiden had always placed more value on the thought behind a gift rather than its worth anyway. Lambert knew logically that Aiden would love the curved blade that was currently burning a hole in his pack as he was both excited and slightly ashamed to hand it over. The incident with the smith incessantly poking at a certain sore spot. They risked their lives day in, day out and for what? The cheapest rooms they could find and having to constantly compromise on little indulgences. He knew there were plenty of others in the same situation and worse but still. It made him question sometimes if the scars and constant vitriol were worth it.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a familiar head peering around the doorway, making a 'follow me' gesture before disappearing back outside. He wordlessly allowed Aiden to lead him to the back of the building where he used an empty barrel as a boost to start scaling the outside wall. Lambert followed easily, the old stone providing plenty of hand and footholds where parts had been worn away or broken off completely over the years.

"Here." Aiden said handing over one of the still warm pies once they were settled on the sloping roof of the Inn, "I grabbed a couple for breakfast too."

They ate in an easy silence, Lambert enjoying the taste of the tender rabbit and vegetables as he people watched. Once he'd finished, he stripped down to his tunic and lay back on the sun warm tiles, watching as the sky gradually turned from various reds and oranges to a deep blue as the sun started to disappear behind the mountains which dominated the horizon on one side of the town.

He turned his head slightly to look at Aiden when he felt eyes on him, the Cat was giving him a fond look which never failed to make Lambert feel like an awkward teen with a crush.

"What?" He huffed, giving a small smile in return.

Aiden shrugged, "You look good like this is all. Relaxed suits you." He shifted his weight slightly and as he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear - something Lambert knew was a nervous habit, "I got something else while I was out. For you."

"Me?" Lambert sat himself up as he watched Aiden start rummaging through his pack before pulling out something wrapped in plain brown cloth.

"I saw it and immediately thought of you and I was going to wait for a better time. But you seemed like you needed cheering up and besides, I don't think you can get any more romantic than a rooftop at sunset."

As if on queue, a musician started playing somewhere, the sound of soft fiddle music drifting over to them through an open window. They locked eyes with each other briefly before bursting into laughter.

"I stand corrected.' Aiden said as his laughter died down, taking the strange tension that had fallen between them with it as he held the small package out to Lambert, "Go on. Open it."

Lambert couldn't place why the weight and shape felt vaguely familiar until he revealed a royal blue sheath. Oh, sweet Melitele this couldn't be happening.

"The guy said that it was part of a set," Aiden started, looking apologetic, "But he'd sold the other one earlier. I-" His expression turned to one of complete bafflement when Lambert started chuckling quietly. Those chuckles quickly morphing into full belly laughs.

"Uh, Lambert?" He asked, trying to tamp down the hurt that was rising up at his gift being laughed at.

"Shit. I'm sorry Aiden. I promise I'm not laughing at you it's just...I got something for you too."

He reached into his own back and held out a package of similar size and shape, wrapped in the same cloth. Aiden took it, eyes widening as he seemed to piece things together, "Is this-"

"Yep."

Aiden's smile rivaled the sun as he admired the blade Lambert had handed over.

"You know." Lambert said as he attached his own to his belt, "I'm pretty sure there's some places where this means we're married now. Or at least betrothed."

"Do you want it to?"

"Huh?"

Aiden looked uncharacteristically shy, not quite making eye contact, "What you just said... about the...do you want it to mean that?"

Lambert's heart started doing somersaults, "That we're married or we're betrothed?"

"Either. Both?"

It felt as if the whole continent was holding its breath waiting for his answer.

"Yes. Both. Yes."

He suddenly found himself with a lapful of Cat who seemed fully intent on kissing him stupid until the need for air became an issue.

"You?" Lambert asked, looking directly into Aiden's eyes from where their foreheads were pressed together.

"What do you think?" Aiden asked with his familiar smirk, raising Lambert's hand to his lips and kissing his knuckles, something that never failed to get Lambert flustered.

"Let me hear you say it?"

Aiden shifted so his mouth was grazing the shell of Lambert's ear, "Yes. To both."

Their mystery musician switched to something more lively, not that the two of them were paying attention. Wrapped up in each other as they watched the last sliver of sun disappear.

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