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The Cure for What You Crave - also on AO3

Claudio and Breeze are convinced they could outlast waiting to jump each other's bones.

This fic fought me and I have no idea why. It's in the same universe as You and Your Fantasy, but it's not necessary to read that before this one. Title of the fic from Breeze's indie theme titled, unsurprisingly, Breeze by Wrestle and Flow.

“Alright, Breeze got the win,” Claudio says, wincing as he picks up the lemon. “Let’s get this over with.”

Breeze leans back, grinning into the camera, arms behind his head. “Go ahead, boys. Suck it.”

“Can you never say that when you’re in that pose?” Cole says, looking miserable. “This – there’s a context there I don’t like.”

Breeze barks out a laugh, glancing up to see how Claudio responds in his little window. He’s shoved a lemon in his mouth, suffering in place of a reaction. Breeze gets it. Claudio always gets a little wild when he gets a chance to suck Breeze’s dick. Even the thought of it would probably throw him off.

“There we go, boys,” Breeze says. He can’t resist one more joke. It’s Claudio’s influence, after all. “Really go at it.”

“I genuinely think this is the worst loss for me,” Creed says, juice dripping all over his screwed up face. “Specifically because Breeze is saying weird stuff. I hate when you say weird stuff.”

He grins. “Well, then, don’t lose next time.”

“I’ll throttle you next time I see you,” Creed says, before diving in to take another bite of the lemon.

Claudio’s staring at the camera. Breeze knows it’s directed toward him, and it takes everything inside him not to shiver. “Alright,” Claudio says, looking surprisingly stoic. “I’m done.”

“Done,” Cole says. He looks to be in genuine pain. “I think that lemon was worse than last time.”

“Wasn’t the lemon,” Creed says, rocking and shaking his head. “It was Breeze being creepy.”

“It wasn’t creepy!” Breeze giggles. “I was making a joke.”

“A sex joke.”

“Claudio made a short dick joke about me a few weeks ago, and nobody said anything about that!”

“To be fair,” Claudio says, “you made the short joke. I just took it to its natural conclusion.”

Breeze rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I claim victory. Get ready to challenge me for my crown next week, boys.”

“I will,” Cole says. “I – I will beat you, then mock you as you eat lemons. And I’ll do all of that without doing a weird sex joke.”

Breeze shrugs. “Weird flex, but okay.” He disconnects the film and grins. “Later, boys.”

Claudio, like always, waits until he’s sure all the computers are shut down to walk downstairs. “You,” he says, “are somehow even worse today than when you lost.”

Breeze grins at him. “Oh no,” he says, spreading his legs. “You gonna fuck me about it like last time?”

Claudio bends over him, hands on the arms of Breeze’s gaming chair. “You would like that, wouldn’t you.” He brushes his lips along the shell of Breeze’s ear.

“Definitely,” Breeze breathes.

“You couldn’t go without it, could you.” Claudio pulls back, chuckling as he walks over to their couch. He sits, casually, like he didn’t just leave Breeze with a raging boner.

“Go without what?” Breeze asks, walking over to the couch. He sits, trying to get comfortable. It’s not easy with his shorts this tight.

“Sex,” Claudio says simply. “You couldn’t last a week.”

Breeze scoffs. “I could totally last longer than you.”

Claudio raises an eyebrow. “You could.”

Breeze nods, kicking his feet up on Claudio’s thighs. “Glad we agree.” He shoots a grin at Claudio as he gets comfortable.

Claudio rests his hands on Breeze’s calves. “I assure you, I was not agreeing,” he traces patterns into Breeze’s bare skin. “I was echoing to ensure I heard you say something that absurd.”

“You get on me, like, every time you come home from work or whatever,” Breeze scoffs. “You couldn’t resist if you tried.”

“Is that a challenge?” Claudio’s lips threaten a smile. Breeze wants to taste it. “You sure you want to challenge me?”

“I’m not,” Breeze says. “I’m stating a fact.”

Before Breeze can move, Claudio’s got him pinned to the couch, arms above his head. “A fact,” Claudio muses. “Look at you. You can’t stop looking at my mouth.” He glances down. “And you’re already getting hard.”

Breeze rolls his eyes. “I’ve been hard since you came downstairs. But I could take care of that on my own.”

“Wouldn’t that be breaking the rules?” Claudio leans down and Breeze has to fight his urge to lean up and catch his lips.

“Wouldn’t,” Breeze murmurs. “Whoever kisses the other first loses. Or touches the other’s dick.” He pauses. “Or ass! No groping me, buddy.”

“This is a challenge?” Claudio breathes.

“I have to,” Breeze says. “You goaded me. I can’t let you win.”

Claudio laughs, sending shivers through all of Breeze’s body. “When does the challenge start?”

“Um,” Breeze says, “tomorrow?” He tries not to sound too hopeful.

“We can start tomorrow,” Claudio says, sliding down the couch. “It wouldn’t be fair to you to make you start without warning, would it.” He winks up at Breeze as his fingertips hook into the waistband of his shorts.

Breeze thinks a blowjob from Claudio could solve, like, every problem in the world, as he shouts Claudio’s name a few minutes later. Claudio grabs him by the ass and bobs a few more times and that’s it. Breeze eagerly returns the favor, sloppy and excitable, and the two of them giggle in a pile on the couch. He loves this version of Claudio, the one he gets to see when they’re gaming or all over each other.

“So,” Claudio says, adjusting his sweatpants, “what are the rules?”

“No kissing, like I said,” Breeze says, sighing mournfully. “Except for the kisses at night. Like we always do.”

“Of course,” Claudio says, and Breeze sees him relax a little. He gathers Breeze up in his lap. “Can I have one more for the road?”

“One more?”

Claudio reaches up and tugs the hair tie from Breeze’s ponytail. “A kiss,” he says, sweetly. “Before we start.”

“Oh,” Breeze says. “Yeah, sure.”

It’s a kiss. Claudio kisses like it’s the last time they’ll do it, slow and thorough and he’s got his hands up the back of Breeze’s shirt. Breeze whimpers into it, trying to give back as good, but Claudio is insistent and demanding about it. Breeze squirms in closer, pressing himself to Claudio. If he were any younger, this would have gotten him going again and not in a way he’d be easy to handle.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against Claudio. “You weren’t kidding,” he mumbles, trying to get his breathing back under control.

“I want to ensure you remember what you’ll be denied until you break,” Claudio says, his hands grabbing at Breeze’s ass before dropping to the sides. “Alright then. I’m off to bed.”

“Okay,” Breeze says. He clears his throat. “I’ll be up soon. Gotta finish meal prepping.”

“Of course you do,” Claudio says, and his smile is so fond Breeze wants to throw the game right now. Claudio leans down and kisses his forehead. “I’ll see you in a few, darling.”

He makes it 3 days before he starts getting itchy about it. He realizes, quickly, that at the very least he’s gotten a kiss from Claudio every time they’re in the same time zone, multiple times a day. Real kisses, too, not like their quick bedtime routine. Now they’re close to each other, in the kitchen making coffee close to each other, and Breeze’s entire body is alight with the need to be even closer.

“Are you alright?” Claudio asks, taking a sip of his steaming cup with a knowledgeable smile. “You seem a bit antsy.”

“I’m fine,” Breeze retorts, and it’s too fast. He grabs the glass of ice and dumps it haphazardly into the cup of coffee and protein powder in front of him. “I’m, uh. I need caffeine. I’m low on caffeine.”

“That’s your second coffee,” Claudio muses. He takes another sip.

“Worry about yourself, Swiss,” Breeze grumbles into his drink.

“I don’t think I will,” Claudio says. He sets his coffee down and takes the cup out of Breeze’s hand. Claudio crowds into Breeze’s space until his back hits the wall. He hasn’t been this hard without the promise of a good dicking down in ages, and Claudio being so close is almost enough to make him break.

“Come on, darling,” Claudio murmurs, lips so close and yet not close enough, “you know you want to break.”

“I might want to, but I won’t.” Breeze hopes speaking it into existence will make it true. “You’ll crack first.”

“You underestimate my will power,” Claudio says. He chuckles, and Breeze’s entire body is electrified.

“You under – shut up.” Words are surprisingly difficult right now, unfairly so, when Breeze has everything he wants in front of him but he can’t have it.

But, then again, what he really wants to do is win.

Gritting his teeth, he drops to the floor and scuttles out from underneath Claudio’s legs until he’s on the other side of the room. “You’re not getting me, Swiss,” Breeze says, as firmly as he can get it. “You and your stupid muscles and ass and whatever won’t beat me.”

He starts off small, the next day. He realizes the strategy here is to go absurdist with it. Claudio loves him when he’s batshit crazy. He won’t be able to resist.

“Hey, Claudio,” he calls. “You got any laundry? I’ve got a load going.”

He thinks he hears a snicker and then there are footsteps down the stairs. “Yeah, I have – I have…” He trails off. Perfect.

Breeze bends a little deeper over, so it’s basically just his ass and legs sticking out of the washing machine. “Dropped my phone,” he says, as casually as he can get it. He shuffles his hips so his already tiny shorts ride up a little more. He adds a little more dramatics, for the fun of it, and then slides out. He’s shirtless, too, and fights a smug grin as Claudio’s eyes rake his body. “What do you have?”

Claudio literally shakes his head to get out of wherever he went. “Right. I have some clothing.” He holds it up. “Gym gear, if you could throw it in.”

“Of course.” Breeze tries his best sultry smile as he takes the gear. “Anything for you, big guy.”

“Don’t start that,” Claudio says, almost a reprimand. Breeze’s smile shifts to a grin. He’s getting under Claudio’s skin.

He stretches out, a little awkward, but it’s a way that makes his pecs pop. “Start what?”

Claudio licks his lips. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Breeze shrugs, flexing. All the extra time in the gym getting his energy out has paid off, even if it’s only been six days. Not that anyone is counting. “And?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “It’s working, isn’t it?”

“It isn’t,” Claudio says.

“Methinks the Swissman doth protest too much,” Breeze says.

“It infuriates me that this is the first time I’ve ever heard you quote Shakespeare.”

“Shakespeare?” Breeze asks, fighting the urge to break and give it away. “I thought it was from a meme.”

Claudio’s eyes flash, and Breeze knows he’s gotten him where he wants him. He licks his lips for a little extra emphasis. It’s seconds before Claudio leans in. Maybe gropes him a little. He wouldn’t say no to getting railed on top of the washer.

“No,” Claudio says, stepping backward. “I know exactly what you are doing, you little menace. Absolutely not.” He blows Breeze a kiss and walks away. “I’ll speak to you when you know how to control yourself, Tyler.”

“Tough chance!” Breeze yells down the stairs.

He’s in the middle of dancing to one of his old theme songs in the shower when the door opens slowly. “Hey,” he says. “Trying to sneak a peek?”

Claudio closes the bathroom door behind him and, though the frosted glass and fog, he looks like some sort of god emerging from the edges of some lake. He’d been at TV tapings for the past few says, so it’s been a few days since they’ve seen each other and a full ten fucking days since they started doing this. Breeze really wishes he wasn’t so competitive, because all he wants is to get absolutely ruined by the Adonis in front of him. Alas, he will not go down without a fight.

“Oh, I see,” Breeze says. “You’re breaking. This is you forfeiting.” He pushes open the sliding door to the shower. “Go ahead. Kiss me or grab my dick. I get it. I’m irresistible.”

Claudio chuckles. “You do a terrible job of remaining stoic.”

“I am stoic,” Breeze says, but his confidence is starting to leak out of him like the birthday balloon in their bedroom. “You’re the one here to cave.”

“I am not,” Claudio says, tapping Breeze’s hip distinctly away from his ass or dick, “I’m here to help.”

“Help with what?” Breeze asks. “I can shower all by myself, buddy.”

“I’m sure you can,” Claudio says, and Breeze’s knees almost give out when he slides his fingers into Breeze’s hair and barely pulls. “But you prefer when I wash your hair, don’t you?”

Breeze fights a whine. “Sure,” he squeaks. “Uh, sure.” He remembers what he’s winning here: bragging rights. It’s worth more to him than anything he can imagine. “Go ahead.”

“I assure you,” Claudio says, and his fingertips are unfairly talented as they massage shampoo into Breeze’s scalp, “I will do nothing to impede my ability to win. This is purely a strategy to get you to break.”

“Good luck,” Breeze says, and he curses the way he sounds so breathy. “I’m iron, baby.”

“Yes,” Claudio says. “You are.”

“That was not a dick joke!” Breeze yells. “I – okay, you’re hard, too. If your dick hits my ass, you lose too, don’t you?”

“Fair point,” Claudio says. He yanks, a little harder, and the moan that leaves Breeze’s lips is entirely involuntary. “Hmm. I do have to say, I miss that sound.” He leans in, lips near Breeze’s ear. “Almost makes me want to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me,” Breeze says. He won’t break first. He won’t. “I’m right here.” He holds his breath. He tenses every muscle. He will not be the one to move.

“Alright then,” Claudio says. “I suppose the strategy failed. Dinner will be ready when you get downstairs, love.” He moves Breeze against the wall of the shower with two giant hands on his waist and walks out of the shower, dripping wet and –

Fuck, this is hard. Among other things.

Breeze gets off furiously and quickly, coming across the wall of the shower before Claudio could have even made it downstairs. He wishes it had been Claudio’s hand, or his mouth, or anything, but he didn’t lose, and that may be enough.

Breeze gets into position when he hears the key in the lock of the font. He bends over, pretending to reorganize the wires for his desk.

“What,” Claudio says, voice strangled, “are you wearing?”

“Oh, this?” Breeze asks, turning. “I wasn’t sure if these were yours or mine, and all my stuff is in the laundry. Is this okay?”

“Of course it’s mine.” Claudio’s starting to turn a little red. “Those pants are far too long on you, clearly. Take them off.”

“Alright.”

“No!” Claudio says. Too quickly. Breeze pauses midway through pushing the gear pants down his legs.

“Why not?” Breeze says, smiling up at Claudio. He teases down the waistband a little more, knowing his hipbones are starting to pop out. Claudio’s eyes flash down, then flick back up to Breeze’s face. He’s even redder. “Don’t you want your gear back? You seemed upset I’m wearing them.” He turns and shoves the waistband down so his ass pops out. “Better?”

“I – didn’t say I wanted you to take them off. I…” He trails off. “Fuck.”

Breeze can taste the victory as he flattens his hands against the wall and sticks his ass out. “Yeah?”

He’s waiting. And then he hears the door slam.

“What the fuck?” He pushes off the wall and pulls the gear pants back up. “Claudio?”

His phone vibrates on the coffee table and he picks it up to see a brand new text from Claudio.

You and your perfect ass in my clothes will not cause me to break, menace.

Breeze pauses in the doorway of their house, wondering if there’s a word for déjà vu on the other side. “What are you doing?”

“I felt the house needed some deep cleaning,” Claudio says. It takes Breeze a hundred hours before he processes the words. Claudio is sweaty and shirtless, holding up their couch with one arm and mopping underneath it with the other. The shorts are small, almost too tight, and they draw attention to Claudio’s thighs like his old trunks used to.

Breeze feels his entire body do a 180. He’d been pissed off and bitchy from the traffic, ready to storm in here and kill some people in Halo or something, but now…now he’s hard and obsessed and wiggling. “Do you think it looks good?”

Breeze glances around. He hasn’t noticed anything that needed to be cleaned. He had no idea. His eyes flash back onto Claudio’s glistening skin and bulging biceps. “What?”

“Are you alright, Tyler?” Claudio asks, and he can hear the tease in Claudio’s voice. Hell, he can taste it. “You look a bit red. Are you sick?”

“I – I’m –” Breeze strides past Claudio, throws open the door to the back patio, empties his pockets and hands onto a pool chair, and throws himself into the pool. He’s still in his clothes, sandals, hat. He doesn’t care.

He surfaces to see Claudio laughing hysterically, looking down at him.

“You will break soon, darling,” he sighs. He kneels down and blows a kiss to Breeze, who is still up to his shoulders in freezing cold water. “I can’t wait.”

Breeze knows that going on UpUpDownDown wearing Claudio’s BCC hat was a risk, company and all, but it is backward and you can’t read the label.

“That’s a choice,” Creed says, flicking the brim. “Upper management might kick your ass.”

“I’m fine,” Breeze says, flicking the concern away. “It’s a black hat from the back.”

Creed raises an eyebrow. “It is, but, like…” He stares at Breeze. “Are you doing this to mess with Claudio?”

“I do everything to mess with Claudio,” Breeze replies, and remains steady as Creed examines him.

“I won’t defend this to anyone,” Creed says. “Just want you to know that.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

They’re mid-stream when Claudio texts Breeze, Are you wearing my hat?

It’s a regular black cap. You’re a little obsessed.

I know it’s mine. It has the small bleach stain from painting the bathroom.

Does it?

I am going to ruin you.

Breeze grins his way through the rest of the stream. There’s no way Claudio makes his way through this without breaking.

He’s smug the whole way back home in the Lyfts, in the airport, on the plane. He swaggers into the house, ready to claim victory –

And almost combusts. It’s not fair he’s done this two times. It’s not fair Claudio gets to throw him off guard when he’s the one who wore Claudio’s stupid sex cult hat on his head during a stream for the opposite company.

“Is everything alright?” Claudio asks, and it’s absolutely a dick move that he’s doing one handed, sweaty pushups in the middle of the living room in nothing but a pair of shorts so small they have to be Breeze’s. He looks up on the push and waves with the hand behind his back.

It takes Breeze a second to realize the weird whining noise is coming from him.

Claudio jumps to his feet without an ounce of effort and walks toward Breeze. “You sound distressed,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb against Breeze’s lower lip. It’s a direct attack. Breeze can feel his resolve cracking under the pressure, a single, sharp-cornered line splitting off. He knows: one more hit and he’s done.

“You sound stupid,” Breeze retorts.

“Oh, now,” Claudio chuckles. “No I don’t. I can tell you’re about to break.” He settles a hand on Breeze’s waist. “Give in, love. Is winning really worth this torment?”

“Yes,” Breeze squeaks out. All he’s had in the past three weeks are kisses before bed, sweet and quick and chaste. Claudio has fought dirty with grazing touches, sweet nothings, things that aren’t technically groping but close enough to get Breeze’s dick hard.

“You wore my hat on WWE programming,” Claudio says. The world has zoned in to two places: his demanding, hard dick, and Claudio’s face. “You’re taking unreasonable risks, darling.”

“You’re doing pushups on the bare floor for god knows how long, waiting for me to get home,” Breeze says. “That’s risky. You could run out of energy. I could have found you moaning and in pain on the floor.”

Claudio all out laughs now. “Do you really think I could get that tired from pushups?”

Breeze swallows. “Probably?”

“Is that a question?”

“Are you a dick?”

“Are you asking for my dick?”

“Always,” Breeze scoffs.

“Alright then.” Claudio hauls him in and kisses him, and Breeze realizes what he’s done. He can’t even enjoy the kiss, has to pull back and look up, horrified, at Claudio.

“I didn’t break!” Breeze insists, head spinning. “I didn’t – you tricked me!”

“You asked for my dick,” Claudio says, grinning. “Isn’t that admitting failure?”

“It isn’t!” Breeze shakes his head. “It’s – you kissed me first. I didn’t kiss you.”

“You asked me to kiss you.”

“Did not!” Breeze says. “You asked if I wanted your dick, I said always, and then you kissed me.”

Claudio blinks. “Only because you asked.”

“I didn’t. I said always, but that wasn’t me saying I was caving in the moment.”

Claudio’s face begins to shift. “You lost. I won.”

“I think you lost, because you were trying so hard to trick me.” Breeze grins up at him. “I win because you fucked up!”

“That isn’t – well, we both get to have sex, so I suppose we both win, don’t we?”

“Not how it works, Swiss!” Bree bounces, giddy. He won. He beat Claudio, on a technicality, sure, but he beat Claudio. “You lost! You chugsed up a sex game!”

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring Cole up when we both have erections.”

Breeze shrugs. “Fair. Get on the couch.”

“On the couch,” Claudio says, nodding. “I see where you’re going.”

“Full circle, big guy.” He gets his clothes off and shoves down Claudio’s shorts. “Heh. Big guy.”

“Stop making sex jokes and get over here,” Claudio says. He rolls his eyes and sits down on the couch with his legs spread. Breeze looks for a moment, taking it in.

“So, um,” he says. “Since I win, do I get to decide anything?”

“Sure, as long as you decide to get over here.”

“Fair point.” Breeze throws his legs over Claudio’s hips, their cocks sliding together. They both moan. “Please tell me you still have that stupid storage container with the lube on the table.”

“Of course,” Claudio says, looking mildly affronted. “Frankly, I assumed you would have broken on the day I cleaned the living room, so I restocked that morning.” He leans over and grabs a bottle, wiggling it.

“And now I’m the one who won,” Breeze says. “God, does that sting? Does it make you –”

Claudio’s yanked him into a kiss, something almost punishing and beyond good. Breeze leans into it, arms around Claudio’s shoulders, desperate for more contact. They roll their hips, cocks sliding against each other, and Breeze thinks he could lose his resolve before he gets what he really wants. He pulls away, a little smug at the way Claudio tries to follow him.

“Get in me,” Breeze says, “now.”

“I can’t so soon,” Claudio says with sparkling eyes.

“Then – Jesus Christ, Swiss, stop it. You already lost. Get it together.”

“Careful, or I won’t let you come.”

Breeze scoffs. “Please. A light breeze could take me over the edge right now. It’s why I want you to fuck me now so I don’t lose it early like a seventeen year old.”

“Fine,” Claudio says. “Turn and stand.”

“What?”

“Turn and stand,” Claudio says. “I haven’t been allowed to touch you the way I want for days. I want to watch as I open you up.”

His breath shuddering, Breeze stands. Claudio knocks his legs apart.

“Hands braced on the coffee table, love,” Claudio directs.

Breeze does so, head swimming. The first stroke of Claudio’s hand down his crack sends his dick from hard to painfully hard, and he knows one touch in the right place would have him making an embarrassing mess across the table. “Faster, come on,” Breeze says through gritted teeth. “Don’t make me embarrass myself.”

The slick, blunt tip of a finger traces his hole, then another hand spreads his cheeks and squeezes. “How,” Claudio murmurs, “is every part of you so pretty.”

It’s a battle of wills inside Breeze’s head not to blow it right there, between his desperation to come and need to feel all of Claudio before this is over. “It’s my-my thing,” Breeze interrupts himself with a whimper as Claudio grazes over his prostate. He rolls his hips. “More, come on.”

“Pretty is your thing.” Claudio’s quiet, though, and meticulous. It feels like he’s dragging it out on purpose.

“Is this punishment because I called you out for losing?” Breeze asks. “Because that’s on you. You didn’t think through your idea. You had horny brain.”

“Perhaps I’m enjoying the view,” Claudio says, and he finally adds a second finger. It’s still not enough, not as thick or as satisfying as Claudio’s cock, but it’s close. “Sometimes I wish I could watch as I fucked you. See it all back.”

“I have said it before,” Breeze rolls his hips back more insistently, “all you gotta do is let me set up the gaming cameras, and we can record anything you want.”

“Perhaps next time,” Claudio says. His voice is deeper, a little rougher. “I’m unable wait the time necessary to set up.”

“Does that mean you’re gonna fuck me now?” Breeze asks.

Claudio yanks Breeze back. “I am.”

“Cool.” Breeze shifts and stands, turning so they’re face to face. “But like this. I want to be able to see you.” He smiles. “And kiss you, when I want.”

“It is impossible how you can go from horrible to sweet so quickly,” Claudio grumbles, but he assists Breeze in angling himself so the tip of Claudio’s cock teases at his hole. “Don’t go too fast, I don’t want you to hurt your –”

Breeze sinks down, stretch and fullness and right flooding his mind.

“You are,” Claudio says, “absolutely impossible.”

“Don’t see you complaining.”

Breeze leans forward and kisses Claudio, and they rock together. It’s electricity, fireworks, all those stupid jokes and metaphors Breeze has always found excessive. But it’s been long enough, or he loves Claudio enough, or he’s horny enough, that he sees it all making sense.

He mentions it to Claudio in one of their brief breaks in kissing. Claudio smiles at him. “Those, if I’m not mistaken, are your neurons firing.”

“So you’re literally blowing my mind,” Breeze says, shifting his angle so Claudio’s cock is dragging right up against his prostate. “Of course. Fuck. Even science says you’re perfect.”

“Who am I to argue with science?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Claudio wraps a huge hand around Breeze’s cock, stroking in time with Breeze’s rolls and his own thrusts, and Breeze gives up holding back.

“Fucking – love you, Swiss,” Breeze croaks. And then he comes between the two of them, making a mess on both of their bellies and chests. He feels marked with Claudio from every touch, and maybe it’s all fair that Breeze marks him a little too.”

“I love you, Tyler.” Claudio’s grip on Breeze’s hip is iron as he shoves up into Breeze one last time, and Breeze feels claimed. He drops his forehead against Claudio’s.

“Okay,” Breeze pants. “Okay, I agree. We both won.”

Claudio kisses his cheek. “Yes,” he murmurs, “we did.”

Mini Playlist: Breeze - Wrestle and Flow Clothes Off - Amiigos Touch Me - Katharine McPhee Animals - Maroon 5

#SwissBreeze #HELLO HI FINALLY #I've been working on this since like. March 2nd or soemthing #It fought me like a little bitch #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #I WILL GET EVERYBODY INTO SWISSBREEZE IF IT KILLS ME

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had a thought, now its all of your problems:

Luke crawling into bed with his mother and step father after a bout of nightmares, but instead of curling into his mum like normal, he curls into Daemon. He misses his father, fathers, plural. He makes Daemon promise not to leave him, he lays there ear pressed to the others chest, listening to his heartbeat, trying to get his own to match.

At first Daemon just aches, because its a promise no warrior would ever make, not after he has already promised the boys mother to protect him with his life. But how is he expected to tell this small, shaking, tear-stricken boy that he may just leave him like the ones who came before him. How can he tell him that he can’t make the promise the boy so craves.

Then he clams up, he’s always been soft, fragile, in the emotions department, he would rather hand Luke off and let his mother comfort him than try and fail to do it himself. but the Rhaenyra shoots him that look; he needs to do this, he needs to comfort his son himself.

He pulls the boy into his arms, getting him so they can look eye to eye, he brushes curly brown locks from red eyes and wipes away fat, glossy tears from his cheeks with a rough thumb. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say for the little one who can’t do anything but sniffle. Every time he starts, he cuts himself off, doubting what he says will help.

For a long moment he just stares at his son, holding his little face in his hands, gently tracing his freckles. Luke looks more and more desperate by the second, as sleep is trying to take him, but the fear has still got him by the neck.

“Shhh my sweet prince, it’s alright, everything will be all right...” He almost makes the very promise he knows will be broken, but instead he presses a kiss to his sons brow before pressing their foreheads together, “I will be here, no matter what, I will never stop protecting you, that I can promise.” He would always be with his son, one way or another, whether it be in this realm or the next, he would always protect his son.

And at once, Luke’s shaking slows as he sinks into his fathers embrace, letting himself be held with no complaint. Rhaenyra presses in tight around her babes back, kissing his neck and the back of his head gently, whispering what Daemon could only assume was a lullaby of sorts. He felt one of her hands sneak past her boys body and onto his waist. Then she’s looking over brown locks and at Daemon, smug but proud, in only the way she could.

“tomorrow, we sleep in, no one bother’s us till noon,” he speaks softly, eyeing the boy burrowed in his chest.

She simply mumbles in return, she’s already claimed her victory, and was keen on settling back into sleep. He doesn’t blame her, it’s still late, and it warm and inviting in bed. He falls asleep with one hand in his wife's and the other keeping Luke pulled in close. He had been quite a failure of being a father before with only his two girls, and now he had four and another on the way, and he was determined to be better, and maybe he wouldn’t mind the effort as much as he once thought

#domestic fluff #I need more of this #more of daemon being soft and more of luke having daddy issues #lucerys valeryon #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon

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Raised like a Phoenix - Chapter 3: Right There Where You Left It

Just like always, it was cold.

Li’Ella held the Lion Beast tight as they ran through the blinding white freeze. Past the long dead trees, past the ice cold hills. Past all the landmarks that acted more like tombstones now.

There was the Wolves' old campsite.

The Gorilla’s old forest.

The Raven’s junkyard.

The Crocodile swamps.

The Rhino’s quarry.

The Bear’s resting place.

The ruins of the Eagle’s library.

She memorized every landmark, every path, every stone knowing which turn to take, which paths were safest, and where hunters would reside. Sometimes a Hunter would spot her but not attack. Maybe they assumed her capture was pointless, they already took so much after all.

Maybe they’re just letting her have this.

She still remained careful. Avoiding all the Hunter’s own towns and keeping a weapon on her at all times.

As they passed the ruins of the Eagle Spire and as the sun began to set, the Lion Beast stopped.

“Do you wish to continue forward?” It roared softly.

They knew Li’Ella struggled with visiting the Lion Temple, witnessing the slaying of your entire tribe for a second time was no easy burden to bear. She hadn’t even really gone anywhere near the place. Not like she could. It was crawling with Hunters ever since that sabertooth ass took it over and declared it as his own castle. No doubt exploiting the chi that the collapsed mountain somehow still produced.

But today felt different.

It's been ten years since it all happened. Ten years since she lost them but she wanted to see it again. Maybe even take a memento from the Temple.

It’s not like anyone else will claim it in the village.

She patted the Legend Beast on the head. “Let's go.”

The two crouched in the forest near the Temple, watching as Mammoths, Vultures, and Ice Bears headed up the stairs of what they now dubbed The Saber Tooth City. Lights shined bright inside as music played for their own celebration. No doubt celebrating the anniversary of their victory.

Rage boiled in the lioness as she watched those who oppressed her people get all dolled up and enjoy some damn party. She wanted to burn each and everyone of them alive. Just like what they did to her tribe.

She softly growled in rage, eyes shooting daggers. She was so distracted with her emotions that she didn’t even notice the centerpiece that stood at the top of the steps as everyone cleared away.

Until the Lion Beast whined and nudged her side.

“Wha- what is…”

Li’Ella’s eyes now filled with shock when she saw it.

When she saw him.

Frozen like a statue.

Put up like nothing but a decoration.

Still wearing the fire wings.

His red mane is still as bright as ever, despite the burning blue that caged it.

“Laval…” she practically sobbed.

Was his body really here this whole time? And she was too full of grief and guilt to even bother finding it?

Perhaps the Legend Beast read her mind as he leaned closer to her, Li’Ella patting his mane.

“I… I… we have to bring him back…” She stood up. “He can’t be here… he should be with his people. His… family.” At least to be given a proper burial.

The Lion nodded. He didn’t need to be told twice.

The two scaled the Temple, seeing if there were any guards they had to avoid.

Aside from the two at the front of the stairs, none of the others should be two much trouble.

Li’Ella digs through her bag and pulls out some sleeping darts the gorilla tribe had developed. Pulling her hood over her head she quickly walked over two of the guards to get a closer shot.

“Hey! You-” They don’t even have the time to finish their sentence, as each guard gains one dart in their neck. As Li’Ella heads up the stairs, they pass out. The Lion Beast catches up to her as she reaches the top.

Beasts, it was worse up close.

The Lioness could barely look at her fellow tribemate. His face seemed to have been frozen in a permanent scream, as a lot of flesh and bones had been eaten away over time. He was even missing a whole arm! At the base of the Laval's stand, was a plaque:

Here Lies One of the Many Fools who dared to stand up against Sir Fangar of the Hunters.

Learn from his mistakes.

Li’Ella rolled her eyes.

She wanted to say a few words to him. Maybe an “I’m sorry” or something.

But they were currently standing in enemy territory and if they didn't act fast, they could end up dead.

“Okay… How are we…” She mumbled out loud, trying to think of a plan, while also quickly realized that this might be a bad idea. She dug through her bag trying to find more tools and pulled out the fire chi.

Maybe I can plug the chi and break him off of the floor, then we can carry him home. It would probably be better to carry a block of ice that they can melt later than a body with limbs that can fly around and stuff.

Unless the body was so frozen stiff it-

Stop thinking about it!

As Li’Ella was about to plug the chi into her harness, she caught a glimpse of the fire wings in the ice.

And that's when it happened.

Was it a stupid idea? Maybe.

Should she have thought it out? Perhaps. But she was running on anger, guilt, and grief. Besides, if the hunters can be revived with normal chi, who says fire chi can’t do the same…

So before even the Lion Beast can stop her, Li’Ella plugged the chi into Laval’s fire wings.

Cold…

Warm…

Bright…

Burning…

When she plugs in the chi, bright light explodes from where Laval stood frozen. Li’Ella closes her eyes, as she feels the Legend Beast move in front to protect her.

The light is so bright it almost burns her very fur as she attempts to shield herself. Then she hears it.

A roar.

His roar!

It worked!

When the light begins to die down, she hears rough coughing. Then a rasping voice (one she has not heard in forever) says, “Li’Ella…”

The sound brings tears to her eyes as she looks up, smiling as bright as the light that almost blinded her. The Lion Beast displays a grin of his own as they stare at him.

Laval of the Lions is standing in an outfit similar to the one she had seen him wear in pictures, before the fire chi gifted him a new one.

But instead of blue this one is more crimson with gold accents. His eyes burn bright orange, but the sclera of the eye is no longer white but pitch black. His scratches and wounds are all a deep dark purple and Laval is still missing an arm. The fire wing harness glows bright as if it had just been polished and not frozen for 10 years.

The three stared at each other in silence for what felt like hours.

Till Laval says, “Uh… did we win?”

The sound of approaching hunters answers his question, as Li’Ella takes his hand and they hop on the Lion Beast, who dashes down the stairs as fast as his four legs can.

“Uh. I’ll fill you in later.”

“Yeah. I think I missed a lot because- WHERE DID MY ARM GO?!”

Laval turned towards the crowd of Hunter’s, many entering their vehicles to chase after them.

“Did we really lose that bad? How long was I out? Where are the others? Are they okay?”

Shots fired as the Lion Beast ran deeper into the woods.

“Well… you all died.” Li’Ella began.

“WHAT!”

“But I brought you back! So, we can do the same for everyone else. Look, I'll explain when we get to the Outlands. It’s a lot. But you're here! And that's what matters.”

Li’Ella turned to see Laval’s face full of horror and confusion.

“What… Did you do?” He whispered.

Despite the situation, Li’Ella let out a small chuckle. She felt bad the moment it came out but she couldn’t help.

“Heh. Necormany I guess.”

Last chapter <- ⭐️-> Next Chapter

Fun fact! This whole series (especially this scene) was inspired by the book Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson, about a girl who revives her dead best friend and some popular girls to solve their murder.

It's a good book, check it out.

#chima #for chima #legends of chima #lego chima #lego legends of chima #lego #the legends of chima

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Showdown in the Skies: Aliens Vs. Dragons!

Strange lights fill the skies. So too does the beating of giant wings.

Shadows of an ominous future meet legends of a mythic past, and do battle. We do not come in peace, for here be dragons.

We’ve assembled a panel of experts to weigh in on the potential victors of each fight.

Check it.

The Xenomorph Vs. Toothless

Proposed Victor: Toothless Expert: Tessa Villanueva, Editorial Assistant

“What chance does anything even have against the Alpha of All Dragons? The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself? Yes, Toothless may look cute and adorable, but his intelligence is unparalleled–he’s been known to show smart and strategic thinking. He can fly over 100 mph and is agile and strong enough to dive-bomb giant dragons and knock them to the ground. He also has plasma blasts, unerring accuracy, and an indomitable fighting spirit that won’t quit–and he fights for his friends? Does the Xenomorph have friends? (Yes, she has a hive, but are they really friends?)”

Proposed Victor: The Xenomorph Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager

“The Xenomorph is an acid-blooded, highly adaptive social hunter who has proven time and time again that in space we can hear you scream when it bursts out your chest. She’s a star terror of cinema and has torn through the armor of the Predator, and she frequently carries me to victory royales in Fortnite. Fans of Alien (1979), Aliens (1986), Alien 3 (1992), Alien: Resurrection (1997), Prometheus (2012), and Alien: Covenant (2017) understand that Toothless, who is domesticated and trained, will be ruined, ribboned, and folded into a scary xeno-cocoon.”

Stitch Vs. Melanchthon

Proposed Victor: Melancthon Expert: Mal Frazier, Editorial Assistant

“So, you might think Stitch is going to win. Sure, there’s no way that the cutest character could ever defeat the scariest character, but we’ll give him a fair crack. Dragon #7332 (no, not your buddy’s discord username) from The Iron Dragon’s Daughter by Michael Swanwick is rusting in a heap in the disgusting child labor factory for years when he finally finds an appropriately malleable pilot and steals Jane. He’s a giant metal dragon war machine built by fairies who eat death magic and [spoilers for a book older than me] kills the entire world. Yes, the whole thing. I think he’s neat. Also he’s named after a dead philosopher which has to give you a stats boost if some kind.”

Proposed Victor: Stitch Expert: Lizzy Hosty, Publishing Strategy Assistant

“Experiment 626 was created to cause chaos across an entire galaxy. According to the mad scientist who created Stitch, he’s bulletproof, fireproof, can think faster than a computer, can see in the dark, and move objects 3,000 times his size. His first instinct is literally destruction. It’s like he was created to not only survive a fight against a dragon, but absolutely destroy them; change my mind.”

Zanj Vs. Tairn

Proposed Victor: Zanj Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager

“Okay before anything else, if space-pirate-werewolf-queen Zanj asked me to join her in (un)holy matrimony, I would ascend to her side instantly, madly, and without hesitation. By that metric at least she’s the most powerful combatant of this whole bracket, and I think we should take that into account. Max Gladstone’s phenomenal Empress of Forever chronicles the second conflict between Zanj and her allies against the omnipotent Jade Empress, who can destroy planets with her thoughts. Yeah. Zanj is back for round two. But Tairn won’t be.”

Proposed Victor: Tairn Expert: Lizzy Hosty, Publishing Strategy Assistant

“I just read Fourth Wing (I’m late to the party, I know), and when I tell you Tairn could literally destroy a whole fleet, I’m so serious. This dragon took on multiple [redacted] and didn’t even flinch. His only weakness would be keeping his rider alive, but for the purposes of this, Tairn has claimed no rider, so he’s practically invincible and nothing could change my mind. He can shoot fire, his teeth are as big as humans, his wing span could crush dozens just accidentally. Need I say more.”

Deoxys Vs. Chronormu

Proposed Victor: Chronormu Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager

“Look Deoxys might come from space, but Chronormu helped stave off the invasion of the Burning Legion. Twice. She isn’t afraid. She’s cute, she’s trans, she’s a guardian of the timeways, and when she glances at this silly triangle-island (remember that puzzle? It was awful) and chooses FIGHT, it’ll be a OHKO. Plus Deoxys has base 50 HP, no matter what form it’s in. Flop.”

Proposed Victor: Deoxys Expert: Tessa Villanueva, Editorial Assistant

“First of all, Deoxys came from outer space from INSIDE A METEOR. You cannot get more metal than that. It was on its way to destroy the world, but it stopped just to have this little battle. It’s capable of using any of its Formes to gain an advantage in battle, whether it’s Normal, Attack, Defense, or Speed. It’s also able to regenerate any part of its body! Not to mention its ultimate signature attack, Psycho Boost–sure, the recoil will lower its special attack, but no one’s going to survive that…”

#dragon week #tor books #empress of forever #max gladstone #dragons #aliens #dragons vs aliens

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Dawn of the North || Robb Stark

Robb Stark x OC

-> Chapter XIV "Proposition"

Chapter XV "Are you a witch?"

Immediately after the boat with Hoster Tully's body was pushed out into the river, Edmure Tully (his son) took his bow, lit one of the arrows on fire and began aiming at the boat to burn the body in this way, as was customary.

But well... The arrow missed the target. And by quite a lot.

But that didn't deter him, and soon second arrow shot through the sky, and third - accompanied by Robb's quiet laughter before his mother silently scolded him for it... There was no fourth one.

Why?

Well, Blackfish could no longer look at his nephew's incompetence and decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. He didn't even look after the arrow until it hit the target, he just pushed the bow into his nephew's hands and walked away, squeezing through the crowd.

"That was quick..." Amy muttered to Robb, quietly enough to make sure only he heard that.

"I actually expected it to end like this." he answered her equally quietly, while casting a discreet glance at her.

Well... As you can see, not everyone has mastered archery so well, but Amy, for example, dared to claim (only in her mind, of course) that she would also hit such a "moving target". She was curious how her little brother was learning to shoot a bow. She herself liked these exercises very much as a child, although she once experienced severe irritation of the skin on her hand. But never mind that, she always had fun and was just waiting for the moment when she managed to hit the very center of the target, to then turn around and see her happy father, and then hear his praise. That was so long ago... When was the heir due the lack of brother.

Does her little brother feel the same way now? It's very possible, she wonders if he is as enthusiastic as she was about such exercises...

* * *

Not that long later, they were sitting in Riverrun and Edmure... Well, he was presenting his latest "contribution" quite colorfully, while everyone in the room was hardly willing to listen to him. Robb was leaning against the wall and looking out the window, Blackfish was sipping wine from a goblet, and Amy was sitting nearby on a chair, twirling the goblet in her hand, staring at the wine.

She didn't feel like drinking, she felt like she would faint if she took even a sip of any alcohol...

"As I said, nephew, I fought quite a serious battle at the stone mill..."

"Can you please stop talking about that damn mill?" his uncle suddenly interrupted him, freeing everyone in the room from listening to this chatter. Amy smiled to herself, holding back a laugh, and set the goblet down on the table, deciding that she can't drink this wine. "And stop calling Robb nephew, he's your King!"

"He knows that I respect him and we're alone here..."

"You're lucky I'm not your king. Then you certainly wouldn't portray a mistake as a victory." he stated, passing his nephew and going to the table where Amy was sitting to pour himself some wine. "And you don't drink, Your Grace?"

"I don't feel like it, thank you..." she muttered, pushing the goblet even further away from her. Just looking at it felt like her stomach wanted to do somersaults.

"This 'mistake' - as you put it - caused Tywin's dog to run away with his tail between his legs..." Edmure defended his arguments, ignoring his uncle's dismissive look as he looked at him over the glass with another portion of wine.

"I can't stand this sober..." Blackfish muttered, more to himself than to anyone else, without interrupting Edmure's argument.

"...We can't win the war if only the King fights. There is enough glory for everyone...!"

"It's not about glory." Robb finally said, looking over his shoulder a little. "Your instructions were clear, you were to wait for him to attack."

"I saw an opportunity and took advantage of it." Edmure spread his arms as he said this, as if surprised by Robb's words.

Amy, on the other hand, was not surprised at all, she had already heard her husband complain several times about Edmure that he had gone completely against his plan, which was why they had lost the opportunity to kill the Mountain.

"How much is the mill worth?" Robb asked, instead of going straight to scolding his uncle.

"It depends on how much grain you have to grind..." Amy muttered quite quietly, but loud enough to be sure that everyone in the room heard her.

"And then we'll throw sacks of flour at our enemies, great idea. The Lannisters would never have expected this." Blackfish added, smiling at Amy and raising his glass to her before drinking from it again. "I can already see how such a battle will become history... 'White Rain'..."

"More like 'White Fog.'"

"Yes you are right. It sounds better and more appropriate."

"The Mountain was across the river." Edmure interrupted these torturous thoughts, emphasizing each word and looking towards Amy and Blackfish. Before Robb replied, he sighed quietly.

What exactly was he facing?

"Is he still there?" he asked, trying to calm down a bit. He's your uncle, he certainly didn't want any bad..., he kept repeating to himself.

"Of course not. He had no chance, there were too many of us!" Edmure announced a little too enthusiastically.

"I wanted to lure him here..." Robb began, looking dangerously into his uncle's eyes. "He would attack us and we could surround him and kill him. I wanted him to come after us, which he certainly would, because he's... A mad dog with no idea of strategy, I could have his head on a stake by now. But instead I have a mill."

"And quite an interesting opportunity to make history..." Blackfish said quietly, of course talking about the mentioned possibility of fighting using flour bags, which would indeed be a pretty funny element of surprise.

However, Robb chose to ignore it, as did Edmure.

"We took hostages..." Edmure said, more quietly than before, looking away for a moment. "Willem and Martyn Lannister..."

"They are fourteen years old." said Robb dryly, still looking at his uncle with obvious anger.

"Martyn is fifteen, if my memory serves me right." Blackfish interjected. At that moment, Robb slowly started to approach his uncle, who seemed a little scared by this fact.

"Tywin Lannister has my sis-"

"Excuse me." Amy said unexpectedly and stood up abruptly, almost running out of the room. Of course everyone, looked at her, but the chamber door had already closed behind her.

"We haven't finished this conversation." Robb stated firmly, but put the worry about his beloved's sudden exit above the argue with his uncle.

She sat on the stone windowsill next to the open window, leaning her head slightly against the wall and breathing in the fresh air. Somehow she felt so weak as she sat there and had the impression that her dinner was about to escape from her stomach...

"Is everything all right?" she heard next to her, and then she saw Robb sitting next to her on the windowsill. "What happened?" he asked caringly, taking her hands. The tone of his voice was definitely different from the one he used to address his uncle a few moments ago. Besides, his gaze was also softer.

"Nothing, I just needed some fresh air, don't worry." she managed to smile, looking up at him. "Really, everything's fine now." she added when she noticed that he probably didn't fully believe her.

"Why don't you go get some rest?" that didn't seem to be a question at all...

"I really feel good no-..."

"Rest." he repeated.

She sighed quietly at this, maybe she would start arguing with him that she didn't need any rest, that she felt good... If she really felt as good as she claimed, but the truth was that she would gladly just go to sleep. But... How long can she rest? It's a pity to waste days like this when she could go and do something.

"Okay, okay..." she finally nodded in response, lowering her eyes a little but still noticing the slight smile on Robb's face. He leaned a little towards her and placed a kiss on her forehead, then pressed their foreheads together for a moment.

"You are the light in my life, don't blame me for wanting to take care of you." before she could reply, Robb had already stood up and returned to the chamber where Edmure and Blackfish were waiting, the latter of whom was once again pondering the idea of using flour in some battle.

Once Amy was alone, she sat by the window for a while, looking out and trying to calm her thoughts. The nausea seemed to finally subside, allowing her to breathe normally.

It's probably obvious that she wasn't going to just lie in bed and do nothing. But if she was just supposed to 'go rest', she would treat it that way when she visited the captured teenage Lannisters, whom she knew Talisa was going to see to take care of their wounds.

The dungeon wasn't a particularly appealing place, although surprisingly it didn't smell musty or anything like that. And there was a window through which at least a little light entered the cell. But she still didn't envy the boys who had to live in such conditions.

Although it was good for them that someone came to take care of their wounds.

Amy, looking at everything, leaned against the dusty wall. Even though she felt a bit bad about wearing good clothes, she didn't want to risk feeling sick or weak again and falling over without such support.

"You are Robb Stark's wife?" asked the boy whose hand Talisa was taking care of. He looked over her shoulder at Amy standing against the wall, who even smiled slightly at those words.

"How do you know that?"

"They say you're young, but you've already turned you grey because of him. And that you are a witch." she laughed at these words and Talisa also had to stop working for a moment because of the boy's words.

"I'm afraid I've had hair like this since I was born." Amy explained once she had calmed down. But she didn't say even a word about the statement that she was a witch.

"And... Is it true what they say about him...?" he asked, with a slight fear in his voice.

"And... What do they say about him?"

"That he turns into a wolf at night. And that he eats the entrails of his enemies." Amy pretended to think about the answer to this question, putting her index finger to her chin.

"All truth." she finally replied, looking seriously at the kid. "But there's nothing to be afraid of, neither my husband nor I harm children." she assured him, even smiling sincerely.

"Unless there's a full moon. Then you have exceptions." Talisa added with a slight smile on her lips, looking over her shoulder at her friend.

"But luckily there's no full moon today." Amy replied, looking at her before glancing back at the boy. "So you can sleep without worries."

* * *

Despite these unusual visit, she was still in bed much earlier than her husband. It was already quite late, but neither he was there yet nor she could sleep.

She was lying on the side, running her hand over her exposed belly. Even before she and Talisa left after visiting the teenage Lannisters, she told her what had suddenly happened and how she felt. This brief exchange reminded her that she hadn't paid much attention to the last time she bled.

However, despite such suspicions, she was still not sure, after all, everything could be delayed due to stress, and for example, dinner could cause nausea and that's why she felt bad.

But despite this uncertainty, she lightly ran her hand over her belly, wondering if she was expecting a baby. Was it because of it that she felt so bad sometimes in recent days...?

"Do you feel better now?" she suddenly heard from behind and immediately covered her stomach with her nightgown, just after that turning on her other side, facing him.

"Absolutely." she replied, this time completely truthfully.

She decided not to tell Robb anything about her suspicions. After all, if it turned out to be just some cases of indigestion, it would be a bit stupid, so it would be better to wait a little longer and make sure she's pregnant.

She closed her eyes as he lay down next to her and wrapped his arm around her, finally able to stop thinking and worrying about anything. She could say that the moment when they go to bed together is her favorite moment of the day - after all, everything around her didn't matter, whether it was good or bad.

At that moment, they were just for themselves. They were not King and Queen, but simply husband and wife.

~ -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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Death Note Quotes Pt. 2

"In this world, there are very few people who actually trust each other."

- Light Yagami

“No, I can’t laugh yet. I’ve got to hold it in. They’re all gonna die, 40 seconds after he wrote down their names. Thirty five seconds… I’ll claim my victory then!”

- Light Yagami

"L, do you know gods of death love apples?"

- Light Yagami

“I’ve gotten rid of everything in my way. I am the god of the new world.”

- Light Yagami

“My dad? You mean Soichiro Yagami. That’s right Matsuda. In this world, all those earnest people like him who fight for justice, they always lose. You want a world where people like that are made to be fools?! I know you understand, so kill the others! Shoot them!”

- Light Yagami

"In the end, L is indeed the greatest detective on earth..."

- Light Yagami

“That’s right… I am Kira. And what can you do? Kill me right here? Hear this. I’m not only Kira. But I’m also… God of the new world! Kira has become law in the world we now live. He’s the one who’s maintaining order. I have become Justice. The only hope for mankind. Kill me? Is that really the right thing to do? Since Kiras appearance six years ago, wars have stopped and global crime rates have been reduced by over 70%. But, it’s not enough. This world is still rotten! With too many rotten people. Somebody has to do this! When I first got that notebook all those years ago, I knew I had to do it. No, I was the only one who could. I understood killing people was a crime. There was no other way! The world had to be fixed! A purpose given to me! Only I could do it. Who else could have done it?! And come this far?! Would they have kept going?! The only one… who can create a new world… is me.”

- Light Yagami

“Irrespective of how gifted you are, you cannot change the world alone.”

- L

"This is an outrage... taking advantage of this situation! I assure you, I will get to the bottom of this!"

- L

"I don't sit like this because I want to. I have to sit like this. If I were to sit normally, my deductive skills will immediately be reduced by roughly 40%."

- L

“Tell me Light, from the moment you were born, has there ever been a point where you’ve actually told the truth?”

- L

“It will be lonely won’t it? You and I will be parting ways soon.”

- L

“I hear the bell.”

- L

“Humans who use the notebook are cursed with fear, pain, and misery. Hm. Of course, Soichiro didn’t use the notebook. He got to die believing that his son wasn’t Kira. I guess that means… he was happy.”

- Ryuk

“Humans are so interesting. Of course, you can use money to get apples so I understand.”

- Ryuk

“What is right from wrong? What is good from evil? Nobody can truly distinguish between them. Even if there was a god. Now, supposing a god and his world existed, even then I’d stop and think for myself. I’d decide for myself whether his teachings are right or wrong. After all, I am just the same as you. I put faith in my own convictions as to what I believe is right, and consider them to be righteous.”

- Near

“If you can’t win the game, if you can’t solve the puzzle… then you’re just a loser.”

- Near

“Didn’t I already tell you all that nobody was going to die?”

- Near

“I bet Mello knew in his heart, that working by ourselves, neither of us would be able to obtain our goal, and surpass our mentor, L. But together… Together we can stand with L. Together we can surpass L! And now, acting as one, we face the Kira who defeated L, and with solid evidence, beat him at his own game! Let’s see you try to talk your way out of this one… if you can.”

- Near

“No. You’re just a murderer Light Yagami. And this notebook is the deadliest weapon of mass murder in the history of mankind. You yielded to the power of the Shinigami and the notebook. And you have confused yourself with a god. In the end, you’re nothing more than a crazy serial killer. That’s all you are. Nothing more. And nothing less.”

- Near

“It’s time I started living my own life.”

- Mello

“In the end, there is no greater motivation than revenge.”

- Mello

“What was it all for then?! What about your dad?! What the hell did he die for?!”

- Matsuda Touta

“You lead your own father to his death. And now he’s gone, you call him a fool? I’ll kill him! He has to die!”

- Matsuda Touta

“Laws aren’t perfect, because humans who created laws aren’t perfect. It’s impossible to be perfect. However, the laws are evidence of the human’s struggle to be righteous.”

- Soichirou Yagami

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that-innovating-artist · 1 year

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TITH || Leddie Imagine One: Halloween

Synopsis: Eddie and Lydia go trick or treating. | Total number of words: 546.

Navigation Key: §§§ = continuing from previous scene; still takes place in the same location. ☆☆☆ = location change. (The place will be stated.) ~~~ = POV shifts.

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Hawkins, Indiana

October 31st, 1984

“I’m heading over,” I said, walking up to my Mom and embracing her.

“Have fun,” she murmured, kissing the top of my forehead. I waved to her and walked out, putting the final touch to my costume: the witch hat.

“Be back by midnight, please!” I heard her yell after.

Goddamn it, I thought. It was somewhat cold outside. I wasn’t going to last very long, though. I approached Eddie’s trailer, dangling the treat bag. The door unlatched and Wayne responded, “Ah, Lydia! Eddie will be ready for you in a couple minutes.”

I nodded and scanned the clearing. It was mildly chilly but nice enough for a night out. The leaves swirled around and the moon shone colorfully, adorning the gravel pathways that compromised the trailer park. I guess you could say I was too much in my own mind that I didn’t hear the footsteps of a certain Eddie Munson until it was too late to react. He scooped me up playfully, and I shrieked, laughing, and thrashing my legs.

“And the vampire drinks the blood of the wicked witch and she perishes! He has claimed victory over the enchantress and frees her servants from the fiery clutches of Hell to make them his own!”

“Eddie, stop!” I squealed, surprise shooting through me as he gently grazed my neck.

He eventually let me down but whispered, “You know I’m right.”

I shoved him, and he chuckled. “Your choice, milady. Where shall we go?”

“The Wheelers for sure!”

As we walked to the said family, the indulgent breeze swayed my hair and the cape of my costume. Trudging through the gravelly roads, we exchanged stories and laughs of past memories we shared until we approached the two-story house. A ‘Reagan ‘84’ political sign was placed on the edge where the grass converged to the road. Their front yard was embellished with Halloween decorations from spiders to pumpkins carved by the family I’ve grown very fond of. The boys had gone out trick or treating already, but I knew the best candy supply spots, so it was very likely we would run into each other.

“We’re heading to Cherry Lane,” I said devilishly. “The residents give out the biggest candy bars ever.”

Eddie smirked. “You know I love my sugar.”

“Or maybe I’ll have to keep it away from you so you won’t go bouncing off the walls.”

He snorted, shoving me. I almost crashed into the other trick or treaters, swiftly apologizing just in case I really did bump into them.

“So if I get mega-sized Hershey bars you won’t try to tackle me?” He queried.

I grinned, scoffing. “Then you’d better keep your eyes open, Munson.”

“My eyes have never been more open,” he said cheekily. “And that’s because of you, darling.”

I rolled my eyes, blushing. Alright. I might have a crush on Eddie. He’s very caring, kind, and sweet. My mother adores him (even though there’s part of me that thinks she once knew him; how exactly, I don’t know) and I do, too. The rest of the night we collected candy, laughing hysterically as our sugar rushes caught up to us. The entire night was spent in each other’s company, and there was nothing more jovial than being in Eddie’s presence…

@danni-fangirldoodles

#Duffer Brothers #Eddie Munson #Hawkins Indiana #Joseph Quinn #Leddie #Lydia Zonoff #My writing #Netfix Original Series #Netflix #Stranger Things 2 #Writers on Tumblr

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theartificialintelligentsia · 18 days

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i have a lot of thoughts about City of Blades, because, good lord, i think it's one of the best books i've ever read as an adult

(spoilers below, duh)

City of Blades is ultimately a book about war, and the associated glorification of death that comes with it, the implication that, even if you die, it will be for a higher cause. it's a lesson that's been constantly repeated throughout history. you saw it in ancient times, with the Norsemen and the concept of Valhalla, that dying in battle would net you the most desirable of afterlives. you saw it with The Crusades and the retaking of the Holy Land, for the Chosen Ones, from the dirty, heathen Muslims. you saw it in the recent past, with the Cold War and the fight against the evils of Communism to spread Democracy across the world. you see it today, with the War on Terror, continuing the good fight to spread Freedom and Democracy.

but City of Blades serves as a deconstruction of that idea, to point and say, "is this not wholly and utterly insane? death is death, no matter how much you try to dress it up." many characters in this book thought they were giving their lives to something greater, and yet that turns out not to be true.

Rada Smolisk orchestrated her scheme because she thought it would jump-start the Night of the Sea of Swords and destroy the world that took everything from her. what did she get for it? a bullet to the face.

Sumitra Choudhry made her way into the City of Blades because she thought that she was going to make the ultimate hero play to stop the Voortyashtani sentinels. what did she get for it? a lonely death of dehydration.

Pandey picked a fight with Turyin because he thought that he would avenge his fallen love and exact a measure of revenge for the wrongs that had been done to him. what did he get for it? a blade to the heart.

Lalith Biswal orchestrated his scheme because he wanted his opportunity to start another war so that he could claim victory and be lauded for it as a hero. what did he get for it? a bullet to the chest.

you see so many descriptions of this disbelief over the shattering of the idea of a glorious death. Turyin, upon finding Sumitra Choudhry's corpse:

There's a trace of irritation or discomfort to [Choudhry's] large, dark eyes, as if she can't believe this is happening to her, that she should come so far just to die here, alone on a bridge over ghostly waters.

and, after she shoots Biswal:

He stares at her in disbelief. Then he says, "I'm ... I'm not going to die, am I? I can't. I just can't ..." Mulaghesh watches him. "I wasn't ... I wasn't supposed to die like this," he says softly. "I was supposed ... to have a hero's death. I'm owed a better death." [...] She can't quite tell when he dies. She can tell his vision is failing him, and then perhaps he's passed out from blood lost but is still alive ... and then ... Nothing.

all of these people died ignominious, unremarkable deaths. because war doesn't give you these hero moments like you would read about in an epic, or a movie or TV show. those are often written by those who weren't there and would never understand what kind of hell war is like. war just takes lives, without any regard for a narrative or a story.

but this is a story. and one could reasonably expect the narrative expectation of important characters meeting just fates, because they have importance to the plot structure. but this is where Bennett also plays very well upon the expectations of the readers, as well.

it's easy enough to assume that Signe would survive, because she's Turyin's sidekick, and, of course, she has to make it, right? nope! one would also assume that Vallaicha Thinadeshi would have merited a more meaningful and fulfilling death, right? nope! it's a common trope in fiction that the good guys live, and the bad guys die, because that's how it's supposed to work, right? but what we see here is that good guys and bad guys, alike, meet ends that feel hollow, unfulfilling, and meaningless. it's a very interesting subversion of expectations on Bennett's part.

and, of course, Turyin is the one that has to pick up the pieces from all of this. you would think that someone who committed as many atrocities as she did during the Yellow March and committed just as many heroic acts during the Battle of Bulikov would have merited a heroic end? nope! it's almost ignominious and unremarkable, in and of itself, for Turyin to be the last one standing at the end of all of this.

anyway. all of this is to say that i truly enjoy the thematic elements that have been employed here. it's easy enough to think back to all of the books that i read in primary and secondary education, where i only really thought of those books in terms of the themes that i would have to describe in a paper or on a test. this book has really employed such a theme in spades, but it's also provided a very enjoyable narrative to read.

#city of blades #robert jackson bennett #sff fiction

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acutiewithagun · 5 months

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Part three

What could go wrong!? Famous last words my friends. A lot apparently.

The airplane landed and I debarked with my best friend. She was nervous as it was her first time in the famous city. I reassured her as we entered the baggage claim. Shooting my other friends a quick text of where to meet us, I gaze around for my suitcase. Once I see mine and hers I grab them and we sit waiting for the group. Talking about literally anything as we wait. I spot the four turtles as the smallest one runs up to me and hugs me tightly. Donnie chased him but stopped before he reached the three of us. He looked away and scratched his neck. Leo pushed him to us and we all got a group hug. I could see other people eyeing us so I suggested we go to my apartment swiftly. They all agreed and we got in the Turtle Tank. Mikey asked a ton of questions about my trip, which I happily answered. When we got to my apartment I unlocked the door and allowed everyone inside. "Where is April? I thought she was going to be here?" Donnie sat on the couch and Mikey joined him. "April could not make it. She had a shift scheduled when you landed." Raph sat on the floor next to the couch while Leo sat on the kitchen counter that separates the two rooms. I brought my friend to the spare room across from the bathroom. "You can unpack here and we will get you furniture later." She smiled at me and tossed her suitcase in the room. I then toss mine in my room and we both head back to the living room. "This is my best friend, Lily. I've known her for about 7 years." I introduced the half-yokai to the group. They all give a greeting. Lily sits next to Mikey as I go in my room to grab their souvenirs. I can hear happy chatting as I come back out with the treasures. "Ok so the dad joke book is for Leonimbus, the copy of my family's cookbook is for Mike and Ike, the stuffed animal I made is for Raph and sauce, and finally the purple scarf I made for Don-a-long-a-ding-dong." The group erupts into laughter at all their special nicknames, well except Donnie. "Where's my gift?" Lily asks with a sort of smug. I look her dead in the eyes and answer "you living in this apartment is my gift, Lily le le." Donnie even chuckled at this one.

Mikey ordered some Run Of The Mill pizza for their new friend to try. Waiting the turtles told stories of their victories. Donnie covered my ears at specific parts because of how I would have reacted to them getting hurt. When the pizza got there we dug in and enjoyed the rest of the day.

"See you guys tomorrow" I waved goodbye to the boys as they left. I closed the door after watching them all descend the stairs. "Why don't you sleep on the couch tonight and we can buy furniture with the guys tomorrow?" I offered it to my friend. She nodded and I got some blankets and pillows out for her. "Just let me know if you need anything." I grinned at her waiting for a response. "Yeah I definitely will, I'm super excited to be living with you." She let out a partial smile. I turned and went to my room, remembering to close my door now that someone lives with me. I was too lazy to change before going to bed so I just jumped into bed. So excited for the next day I went to sleep.

In the morning I got dressed before going to make breakfast. After I had finished pulling my socks up I headed to the kitchen to look at what I could make for two people. I saw Lily still sleeping so I crept past her into the kitchen. I searched the cupboard and the fridge. Finding some stuff to throw together I try to remember her favorite breakfast. After I remember I smile a bit. I made some toast as I thought I should just do an easy breakfast. I heard grumbling in the other room and turned around. Amara had just woken up, and I greeted her. "Good morning sleepyhead, how did you sleep?" She stared up at me kind of glaring. "Like I need a bed, and an insomniac." I laughed at this "you and Leo will get along just fine." By this time she had sat up and rubbed her eyes to not look as intimidating. "How did you meet them anyways? I mean considering your luck I'm not surprised, but still." "Oh um, Mikey fell from a building in front of me. The other followed to make sure he was ok." I answered putting the toast on two separate plates. "Makes sense knowing how you met me," she said groggily.

I bring the plates over to the couch and hand my friend one. I start eating while checking texts from my manager. "You work so hard on this, you really changed since moving here." She had peeked over at my phone. "Yeah, it makes me happy though," I beamed, munching on the buttery bread. "You're scrunching your nose again, love." I looked at her and I can feel my nose unscrunch. "Darn, I thought I was doing better about that." I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. She pats me on the back "I know." I look at my group chat texts and spot the time. "We might want to hurry up and finish getting ready. The guys only have limited availability today." She leaned her head on my shoulder "yeah sure." I jokingly push it off and steal her empty plate. Gently placing them in the sink I yell "dibs on the bathroom." I sprint for the bathroom as she jumps up and joins the race. I make it before her by a second and stick out my tongue before locking the door. I can hear her laughing as I start brushing my teeth. She knows I don't take too long but the race is still so fun. After I finish up I leave, allowing her access. I start writing out a chore list and a shower list. These are things I need when living with someone. I hang it up on the wall of the bathroom. I put some boots on as she left the bathroom. Her hair is still wet from the shower. I grab my bag and unload the music sheets to the counter.

She pushes on my shoulder. "Are you ready to go?" I ask as I pull out my phone. "Yeah, I just need one more thing." I type a message to Raph as Amara hugs me. "Oh" I exclaim as I reciprocate her embrace. "I just texted Raph that we are ready and he responded that they were outside." She holds on a bit tighter with these words. I smile at her "let's get you a bed so you can maybe sleep tonight." I grab her hand along with our apartment key. Pulling her out of the apartment I lock the door and double check. "Why did you turn the knob twice after locking it?" Amara pondered with a puzzled face. "I just have to double check or my anxiety will not let it go." We walk down stairs and outside where we spot Raph and Donnie. "Where are Mikey and Leo?" I questioned the pair. "Leo had an interview and Mikey went to an art show." Raphie stated smiling as he hugged me. Donnie looked uncomfortable like he didn't know what he should do. "Well let's get me a bed," Lily breaks the weird tension. We started our walk to the nearest furniture store.

"Oh and after we get the bed I have a great place we can check out." I say, skipping along the crowded sidewalk. Lily and Raph keep having to grab my hands to keep me with them. Donnie still looks uncomfortable and is always lagging a bit behind. Shortly we get to the store and enter it. I tug on Donnie's shirt after we enter, "hey if you want to talk to me don't feel like you can't." He starts to pull me aside but stops to yell "me and Dani are going to go look over here." Pointing in a vague direction. Raph kind of dragged Lily away so we could talk. We walk over to some lamp displays. "Hey Donnie, are you ok?" I brush my hand against his, trying to gain permission to hold it. "Yeah… it's just that…" he keeps taking pauses in his sentence "I'm sorry…" I look at him in shock. But I quickly shake the look away and shoot him a nod. He tilts his head down. "I'm sorry that I tranqed you that night… I just wanted you to stay, but I didn't know how to ask." He gently looked up at me. "I accepted your apology, if…" I pause to think "...you explain why you put me in your bed." He turned his head away and covered it with his hands. "Don't laugh at me." I cocked my head a bit, I could feel my nose twitch. "Why would I laugh?" Sliding his hands down from his eyes, he sighed. "I just wanted some physical touch from literally anyone." I smile sweetly, "well that's what you need to work on then. Asking favors from others." I tug on his jacket sleeve "let's go back to the others now." Donnie nods looking embarrassed and follows as I pull his jacket sleeve around. We eventually find Lily and Raph. But they already picked out a bed frame and bought it. We then head outside to find a mattress store.

I kept asking if Raph wanted to just bring the frame home but he insisted on keeping it. We eventually just used gps to find a mattress store and struggled to bring it home. Donnie and Raph pushed us to not ask the employees to bring it in their van. So me and Lily just let them bring both home. Me and Lily held hands as the two worked hard to bring the bed and frame back to our apartment. After we got it set up in Lily's room Raph invited us to their lair for dinner. The two of us agreed and we headed to the coffee shop I wanted to show them. Once we got there I got us a table as they went to order. I gave Raph my order before I sat down.

Closing my eyes I take in the aromas again. The smell of coffee got me crinkling my nose, but the smell of the freshly made sweets had me grinning ear to ear. I put my chin on my hands and just let out a joyful sigh. When I opened my eyes again I saw Mikey sitting across from me. I was startled so I jumped in my seat and let out a scream. I covered my mouth with my hands as my face flushed with embarrassment. Mikey laughed as Lily ran over. "Are you ok Dani?" She inquired, pushing her hand on mine. Mikey stopped smiling for a split second and kind of just jerked his shoulders up. But quickly threw the happy face back on. "Yeah I'm fine, ol' Mikey here just jumpscared me a little." Mikey gave a little wave to the glaring partial-yokai. Raph called Lily back to help with bringing over the items while Donnie paid. She begrudgingly went over. Mikey got out of the seat in front of me and walked around the table. Without a second to comprehend what he was doing he had ended up sitting on my lap. Luckily he is smaller than me so it wasn't too bad, but still awkward as the others showed up at the table. Lily and Donnie both made faces. And Raph just kind of chuckled. "Hey Mikey, why don't we just pull up a chair for you?" He frowned and hugged me, wrapping his legs around my waist. "...Or this is an option apparently." I nervously laughed as Amara got angrier. I grabbed my cookie and started eating it, hoping to dispel all the rising tension. "Mikey get off Dani, she wants to eat" Raph tried coaxing him. Mikey shakes his head just hugging me tighter. "Mikey, why are you throwing a tantrum?" I ask without fully expecting an answer. "...I want hugs'' I hear him mumble. "Well after this we are going to your lair and you can have all the cuddles you want." I say trying to pull him off me. He released his limbs from my body and jumped up onto his feet. "Really? Does this also mean you will stay over?" I look over at my companion, she shrugs as if to let me know it's my decision. I hum a bit weighing the pros and cons. "Sure, but I'm sleeping in the same room as Lily." I glance over at Donnie and he turns his head away probably embarrassed. I smirk and Mikey pulls up a chair next to me. Arms linked with one of mine. I continue eating the sanity saver as the others drink their beverages and snack on their food.

We all head to the closest sewer drain and Raph holds it open. We all climb down one by one, while Raph closes it from the top. I hold Lily's hand to make sure she stays with us. But another, colder, hand grabs my other hand to guide us. It felt like elementary school field trips all over again. Once we could see the light of the lair the turtle leading me let go of my hand and I sprinted with my friend towards that light. She kind of just looks around in amazement. And I brought her to the guest room. "This is where we will be staying the night." Lily nodded and wandered off on her own as I walked into the kitchen. Mikey had started dinner prep, so I came behind and started to help. "What are you going to be making for dinner?" I asked opening up the fridge. "I'm going to make spaghetti, can you make the sauce?" He answered, filling a pot with water. I smile "do we have any Italian sausage?"

Leo came into the kitchen as I was just finishing up making the garlic bread. "Oh hey, I didn't know you would be here." He stopped at the table and sat down. "Yeah I thought you were doing an interview?" I glance over at him. "Yep, I finished it a few minutes ago" he smirked "guess they just can't get enough of the face man!" Mikey laughed and texted the group chat. "Did they ask any… uncomfortable questions…" I ask trailing off. Leo can see my expression change. "Only one, but I handled it with ease." He smiled at me trying to cheer me up. Mikey came over and hugged me as Leo started cracking jokes. I was laughing up a storm as the trio that were watching Jupiter Jim flooded the room. Splinter, Cassy Jr, Cassy, and April came into the dinning room a few minutes after. The timer for the garlic bread went off and Mikey let go. I took it out and me and Mikey started dishing out the food onto plates. Lily got so excited when she found out about the sauce. And we had a delightful dinner with the entire family. Draxum couldn't make it as he had a bunch of science he was working on. I just think that was an excuse to stay away from me. We don't exactly like each other but more on that way later.

When we had all finished Leo dragged me away while Mikey was washing dishes. And the rest of the group went to go watch more Jupiter Jim. "Close your eyes," Leo was grinning. "Why am I closing my eyes," I asked the blue masked turtle. He grinned even wider "just trust me." He then extended his hand towards me. I held his outstretched hand and closed my eyes. Only to be pulled forward, completely forgetting to keep my eyes closed as I lurch forward. Leo had brought me through a portal, and the destination was breathtaking. We were on top of one of the buildings in New York. I grabbed onto Leo out of my fear of heights. He chuckled and sat down with me. "I wanted to apologize for my actions before you left. I was going through some emotional stuff." I look up at him still trembling. "And you decided the best place to apologize was on the top of a building?" I grab onto him as he laughs. "Yeah not my brightest idea but look," he turns my head. My eyes met with a view of the sun setting over the pier. It's truly beautiful but I am still too afraid to look for long. Swinging my head into his chest I mumble. "I forgave you on my trip, just tell me about your day." Leo hugged me "Yeah the reporter asked me if you were dating any of us. I answered no and said that I would never interview with them again if he asked anything else." I was still shivering so Leo took me home. Via a portal of course.

Lily hung onto me the rest of the night after I got back. Same with Mikey. The group laughed at the hilarious sight. And I just tried coaxing them off, to no avail. I begged for help giving my biggest puppy dog eyes I could. Raph eventually relented but could only hold off Mikey. But by that time we were all yawning, getting ready for some shut eye. I dragged Lily to the guest room and plopped on the bed. She was still hyper attached, but I was so tired I let it go. I cuddled her head to my neck and wrapped my arms around her. I started singing a lullaby to her softly. After a while I fell asleep. I don't know when or if she ever fell asleep. But it was a very warm night.

In the morning I rubbed my eyes and pushed my upper body up. I opened up my eyes to a scene. Lily hugged me from one side, Mikey on the other, Donnie laying on my lap, and Raph on the side of the bed. Leo waltzes into the room, arms hanging behind his head. "Man, how can I join in this cuddle feast?" He smirked as I rubbed my eyes again. "You don't and help me instead get out of this 'cuddle feast' so I can make breakfast." Leo sighed "Fine~, however, I get first of whatever you are making." I nod my head pushing Mikey a tiny bit. Leo pulls out his katanas and creates a portal under the slumbering turtles. Dropping them in, hopefully, their respective rooms. He closes the portals after all three have entered them safely. "Guess you gotta be this rad to save a friend." He points his green thumbs to his face. I nudge Lily to the side and jump out of bed. "Yeah no, just rad enough to save the world twice." I say, flicking his forehead as I pass him. I walk to the kitchen and pull out a pancake mix from a cabinet. I then hear Leo enter the room as I grab a bowl. Opening the fridge to get some eggs, Leo clears his throat, to gain my attention. I ignore him and continue my task. I can see out of the corner of my eye Leo stamp his foot and I chuckled. I get the pancake mix in the bowl and add some water. I also add the eggs then mix it together.

After I made breakfast and everyone ate, most had jobs to do. Donnie had offered to help Lily to search for job opportunities. Mikey had a meet and greet to attend to. And Raph and Leo went on patrol. I had the week off so I just did chores around the lair. I seriously had nothing better to do. And I tend to do better with chores when no one is around. I started on dishes from that morning, just humming an imaginary tune. And after I finished I put them on the drying rack, then headed to the living room. Waving a quick hello to Splinter before getting started on the cleaning. It took a bit of time but it was worth seeing the end result. Plus Splinter's praise was a pretty nice bonus. I moved on from there to the main room. Just picking up whatever was thrown around while singing. I didn't worry about Donnie's lab because he keeps it squeaky clean. But I did move onto the game room. Which just so happens to be the worst room. I had to scrub one tiny area for like fifteen minutes just to get it clean. I obviously wore gloves the entire time I cleaned. Sensory issues and all that. Just as I finished up I heard someone walk up behind me. I turned my head and it was Lily. She told me she got her business done here and that we should head back. I nod and lead the way out. Not before saying goodbye to Splinter and Donnie of course. We climbed out into an alleyway close to our apartment. I sprint holding Lily's hand to the apartment building. After we get inside I dibs the shower and she's got no trouble with that.

I grabbed my clothes and took my choker from Donnie off. Despite having been mad at him I still wore his precious gift all the time. Well except for when I would take showers and while I slept. For reference I do normal things like going to the bathroom and practicing good hygiene. I just don't write about it. Because who wants to read about a shower? That's just boring. Anyways getting back on track, I obviously took my shower and invited Lly to take one if she wanted. The sewers can make a person smell awful if you are down there for too long. "Yeah I definitely will" she responded getting up to take one. I grabbed my song book and jotted down an idea I had for a song. Humming the melody a bit. Once she came out of the bathroom she plopped down on the couch next to me. "Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked, not looking up at her as I struggled with the lyrics. "Yes but I get to pick." She said stealing the remote. I nod my head and she turns on a video. I recognize the voices and finally look up at the screen. She had put the video of the Kranng invasion on the TV. I forgot how fascinated she was with the event when it happened. She wondered how they got here, who was saving New York, and why our heros were yokai. All of these questions she finally had answers too. I kind of huddled my legs close to my chest. Completely forgetting my song book and pencil in my lap. I hug my legs as I watch Leo stab the Kranng's leg only to disappear in blue lightning. Lily is watching in full anticipation as the video ends. "Hey, can I choose now? I thought of the funniest video I want to show you," I tried to suggest but Lily had already clicked on another video. It was an interview with our heros, Mikey, Donnie, Leo, and Raph. They didn't show Cassy Jr or April simply because they were human. I was mad at first about this but now I know that they simply didn't want to only be associated with the turtles. I snuggled up to Lily, not letting my feet hit the ground. She was always one to be interested in the weird and kooky. The interview still went on, every time Raph came on the screen Lily lit up. I guess after meeting him she found him amazing. I felt that way at first too. But after talking to them for a few months I guess I saw them as people. They are like little brothers to me.

I guess I fell asleep while thinking because I woke up. I opened my eyes and felt a blanket resting on me. I looked over to where Lily was and she had also managed to fall asleep. I just have that magic effect on her. Pulling the blanket over her I scooch away from her. Only to bump into someone. I look up and see Raph smiling at me. "Hi Raph… what are you doing here?" I wave at the big guy. He still smiles "Lily let me come in like an hour ago. I just wanted to invite you and Lily to an event we will be attending." I adjust my body to properly face him before divulging my answer. "Depends what day it's on and at what time. Lily's got a few job interviews lined up and I gotta get back to work next week." He pondered for a bit, "well it's this week on Wednesday at seven, oh and it's a semi-formal event. Whatever that means." He mumbles the last part. "Semi-formal is just when you don't dress in your everyday clothes but you don't dress too fancy." I shrug my shoulders at him. "But I think me and Lily can make it." Raph beams at me before giving me a hug. "April will be so stoked, she was going to be the only human if you didn't come." I laughed and pulled away from the tight embrace. I hadn't seen April in a while. But her job keeps her busy, she's not as fortunate as me and the guys. Yes we are busy, but not as much as her. Lily woke up to see the large alligator snapping turtle. Eyes filled with excitement, like I just got her the best present of her life. I would assume she was too tired to notice who he was when she let him in. Raph pulled me into his lap and hugged me. "Woah big guy, give me some warning. Also hello wifey hope you had a good rest." Raph flinched a bit at the nickname, "wifey… are you two married?" Me and Lily both look at him and I burst out laughing. "No, unfortunately, Dani doesn't like anyone enough to get married to them. We are just platonically married." Lily shakes her head while a smirk grows. Raph's eyes light up, "does this mean you can platonically marry multiple people?" My laughing lessens as I rub tears from my eyes. "Yeah I would guess so, but I don't know anyone who would want to platonically marry me other than wifey here." I sigh, gesturing to my non-binary friend. He just smiles at this and says nothing. We chill for the rest of the evening, just enjoying each other's company.

#a cutie with a gun rants #a cutie with a gun writes

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minachan95-written-works-on-ao3 · 2 years

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Title: Who could have seen this coming?

Fandom: Original Fiction

Summary: [This story was written for 2022 May's Yaoi Otaku Forums Writing Challenge. This month's theme - Kabedon.]

Albus and Noctis are old-time rivals. Or at least this is how the silver-haired man calls his obsession to constantly trying to get noticed by Noctis.

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Writing challenge - Accepted and completed! This month’s(May’s) theme: Kabedon (must include this scene in your story!!!) 3 given words: battle, insect, swap Word count: 1013

Since their high-school days, Albus always sees his classmate Noctis as his worst arch-nemesis. He cannot understand what is so special about that guy.

That’s why the long silver-haired man constantly throws various challenges at him: from who would get a higher score in exams to who is better at sport. At some point, even who is worth claiming the title of being the king of arcade.

However, the fluffy ebony-haired student takes these challenges so lightly and as personal entertainment.

‘‘How dares he? Who does he think is he? One day, I’ll wipe that smug smile from his face and crush him like an insect!’’ Or so, Albus keeps telling himself as he observes his rival either from the nearest corner or whenever Noctis is chilling with his friends.

As time passes by, both enter the college. Yet, their never-ending fight continues. Or this is how Albus calls their relationship until they finally settle the score.

Perhaps this is what you call your desire to compete with someone worthy of your time and attention. It can’t be anything else, right? Or so, the long-haired man convinces himself.

Meanwhile, Noctis cannot help but feel amused by Albus’ dedication and passion for him. Besides, it is fun to hang out with his number one fan.

One day, the dark-haired man shows initiative first and challenges his old-time rival. Besides, he is curious about what kind of reaction Albus would have.

Finally, the long-awaited day arrives. It is a warm autumn afternoon in the local shopping mall.

‘Where is that stupid idiot? Did he trick me?’ Albus wonders while he checks the time on his phone.

After he looks around, he notices a familiar figure cheerfully waving at him ‘‘Yo! Have I made you wait?’’.

Yet, the silver-haired man replies while swooshing his hair ‘‘I just got here.’’. When Albus approaches his rival, he keeps his hands in the jeans pocket and thrusts his chest towards him ‘‘You wanted to see me. So, what kind of challenge are you up to?’’.

No matter how much he attempts to look intimidating yet, Noctis sees him as just a small animal trying to act like a big one.

It is still surprising how he endures the temptation to ruffle Albus’ hair and tease him. Although the silver-haired man is older than him, he still looks cute even when he gets angry.

In the end, Noctis casually replies ‘‘Not sure if you heard it, but recently here opened the VR room. I thought we could check it out. Besides, last time you seem to enjoy it. Anyway, how about we should make this more interesting?’’.

As Albus raises his eye-brow, he continues to listen ‘‘What if the loser would have to do as the winner says for an entire day?’’.

‘‘Anything you say?’’ The silver-haired man asks in a curious tone and continues with a proud smirk ‘‘Then, I hope you will still keep your word when I’ll claim my victory.’’.

‘‘If you are also prepared to do so. Because I’m not going easy on you.’’ Noctis backfire and then prompts his self-claimed rival to go.

After reaching the destination place and picking the games, which, according to Albus, would let them compete from the bottom of their hearts. And thus, another battle between two players begins.

So far, Albus seems to win the first round, which was a shooting game. Without any doubt, he proudly boasts about his oh-so-perfect accuracy and quick reaction.

Unfortunately, his arrogance blinded him, and he lost the second round, which was a sword fight.

Even so, there is one more round left. For sure, neither side shows any desire to lose. Lastly, the new match begins.

In the end, the outcome was surprising - it ended with a tie. Even if Albus isn’t happy about the result, he accepts it as just a delay in his victory.

Yet, suddenly, he widens his eyes when he feels how someone pats his shoulder. When Albus notices his old-time rival smiling and congratulating him, he lowers his gaze while murmuring in an embarrassed voice.

‘‘One day I’ll get him… somehow.’’ The long-haired young man thinks to himself.

Some time passes, and it is nearly a time when they should depart. Just as Noctis is about to bid a farewell, Albus holds his hand and walks towards a more desolate place.

At first, the dark-haired man is confused about what is happening. After reaching the park, Noctis just stares at the silver-haired man, who slams his hand against the tree and corners him.

When he takes a better look at his rival, he notices how hard Albus tries to keep a serious face while addressing him in a slightly shy tone ‘‘Listen, it’s not over yet!’’.

Noctis crosses his arms and continues to listen to another dramatic speech ‘‘Consider yourself being lucky! Perhaps this time, our match ended with a tie. However, this accident just delayed the inevitable. Next time we meet, I will defeat you, Noctis!’’.

The dark-haired man closes his eyes and sighs. ‘Let’s see your big talk when we’ll swap the roles~’ Noctis wonders as he stares with amusement.

‘‘Oi, you supposed to take this seriously because you will be under my foot.’’ Albus indignantly adds.

Suddenly, the long-haired man gets alerted when Noctis bends and escapes his rival’s trap. However, he is more surprised about the next move.

After his rival corners him with his arms and delightfully smiles ‘‘Now, now, it doesn’t mean that I would give up so easy, little man.’’.

Just when Albus expects something more to happen, Noctis puts his hand into his pants pocket while the other one ruffles his hair.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t mind such a gesture. Yet, this moment does not last long.

Even when a few minutes pass after his rival bids a farewell, Albus still can feel that sensation in his hair.

‘That stupid Noctis… Perhaps I’ll let it slide through my fingers this time and let him live. But he better be prepared for the rematch…’ Or so, he thinks to himself.

#original fiction #original character #original male character #complete #one-shot #fluff #romance #rivalry #Who could have seen this coming?#ao3 #archive of our own

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starryhyuck · 3 years

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danger. (m)

pairing: alpha!johnny x omega!reader x alpha!jaehyun

words: 2.5k+

summary: your mother has always warned you about the dangers of an alpha. she never realized how lethal two of them were.

genre: smut

warnings: dom!johnny, dom!jaehyun, double penetration, knotting, creampies, multiple orgasms, manhandling, the reader is basically johnjae’s personal whore

For over ten years, the existence of omegas have become nearly extinct.

Alphas have been forced to settle with betas who have not yet presented themselves, causing massive displeasure across many households worldwide. The decline of omegas was due to the careless possessiveness of an alpha, driving most of these creatures to murder their omega out of pure rage. Since the body counts of omegas began increasing, very few betas have stepped out to present themselves as omegas. In fact, many betas have gone missing.

Your parents were an alpha-omega pairing, up until your father attempted to murder your mother after spotting her chatting with a male co-worker. Luckily, your mother was able to escape with you before she lost her life.

You’ve both lived in seclusion since then, rarely going out in fear that another alpha would mark his claim. The only person you’ve ever been spoken with was your mother, and most of her stories of the haunting alphas who would kill you at first sight were honestly boring you to death already. Once you had reached the age where your sexual desires were beginning to take over any competent part of your mind, you began taking more and more risks.

It was quite easy for alphas to sense when an omega was near — the mere scent alone could send a frenzy in a crowded area. Your mother drew up maps to avoid any alpha infested areas, and the both of you frequented beta hangouts with no issue.

One evening, you were desiring a drink at one of the beta owned clubs down the street. You were celebrating a surge of customers that flooded into your self-owned business, feeling the heavy weight of cash in your pockets. Working from home meant celebrating victories alone, and tonight, you wanted a different change of scenery. The club was packed with betas who danced happily with one another, which you assume was because of the lack of alphas. Too many alphas in a crowded place presented a huge issue in terms of dominance. Their instincts drove them to physical fights if they felt other alphas were trying to claim territory.

You’re lucky that there aren’t any alphas present tonight, knowing your fate if there was. You slide onto one of the barstools, grinning happily at the bartender.

Taeil laughs. “Good day at work?”

“The best,” you smile. “Can you whip up something to take my mind off of things?”

He nods before grabbing a concoction of different alcoholic beverages and mixing them together. You sip happily at his creation when you feel a warm body spin towards you.

You’re taken aback by the handsome man in front of you, eyes sparkling and dimples appearing. If you weren’t so certain that everyone in this club was a beta, you would immediately assume the man in front of you was an alpha. His smile puts your mind at ease.

“Haven’t seen you here before. Celebrating something?”

You grin flirtatiously at him. Your mother never warned you about handsome betas, after all.

“A good day at work. Treating myself to a nice night out.”

He hums lowly, and the sound shoots straight to your core. His fingers tap his glass full of whiskey, chuckling to himself.

“Sounds nice. Just enjoying the evening by yourself?”

You could hear the implication in his tone and if anything, it just made you more wet. You gulp down another taste of Taeil’s unknown mixed drink, rubbing your thighs together to try and gain some friction.

“It’s how I usually spend my evenings. Although, I’m not opposed to spending it with a partner.”

He grins. There’s something about his smile — something so minuscule that you feel as if you’re missing some part of this equation. The man swallows the rest of his drink before slamming his glass back down on the counter.

“My place is only a few blocks away, if you’re up for it.”

You were definitely up for it. You both stumble to Jaehyun’s apartment, learning his name along the way as you enjoy the way yours sounds rolling off of his tongue. Everything seems perfectly fine until he locks his front door.

Then, your omega can sense it. Danger.

Jaehyun chuckles, but this time, it doesn’t send the feeling of warmth through your heart.

“Silly omegas. So gullible.”

There’s a ringing sound in your ears. All you can think about is your mother, and how impossibly right she was about alphas.

“Y-You c-c-can’t be-“

“I can’t be an alpha?” He smiles mischievously, circling your body in the middle of his hallway. “I’ve gotten good at hiding my identity ever since I discovered omegas were only comfortable around betas. I spent months visiting that bar, hoping to catch a vulnerable omega in need of her alpha.”

“I-I don’t need an alpha.”

Then, there’s another laugh that echoes the room, and it’s not Jaehyun’s. A taller man steps out from the shadows, smirking at the sight of you.

“It’s not nice to play with food, Jaehyun. They get too talkative.”

Jaehyun laughs dangerously close to your ear. “But she’s so sweet, Johnny. Haven’t seen one this pliant in a while.”

Jaehyun’s hand slides up your arm as his body presses against your back. You jump at the sudden contact. His touch ignites something within you, a deep feeling of lust building in your stomach.

“Can you feel that, baby? That’s what it’s like to be touched by an alpha.”

Suddenly, the nerves that were engulfing your mind before were gone, only filled with the urge to submit to your alpha. Your eyes roam to Johnny’s figure, who’s been observing the both of you this entire time, eyes swimming with lust.

It was rare for two alphas to get along, especially when it came to omegas. Their quest for dominance and protection usually overrides anything else, and similar goals shared with other alphas caused them to clash. Johnny, however, did not seem the least bit perturbed when Jaehyun’s hands began roaming the expanse of your body.

“Never been touched before, have you?” Johnny smirks.

You shudder when Jaehyun begins pressing kisses onto your neck. “N-No, alpha.”

He smiles. “Looks like she’s learned her place.”

“Deserves a reward, don’t you think?” Jaehyun questions, gazing at Johnny with the ask for permission.

He nods once, and before you know it, you’re being pulled into a bedroom and shoved face down on the mattress. You whimper, feeling your underwear dampen when Jaehyun’s hands roughly grip your hips. Your fingers tighten around his sheets, breathing in his scent. You don’t even know where Johnny has gone but Jaehyun makes sure he has all of your attention.

“Look at you,” he chuckles darkly. “Just in the right position to breed your little hole.”

You’ve lost all dignity at this point — your mother’s warnings becoming a distant whisper. Jaehyun pushes you farther down until your back aches from the arch, ass high up in the air for everyone to see.

“Want to go first?”

You know Jaehyun’s no longer speaking to you, and you assume Johnny’s decided to join. His presence causes you to grow wetter, which you didn’t think was possible at this point.

“Depends. Are we letting this one live?”

Then, the fear strikes through your heart once again. You’re suddenly reminded of your mother’s words as you struggle to breathe. You’ve heard stories before of omegas being found on the streets, necks sliced open with blood surrounding their bodies.

Jaehyun and Johnny continue to converse as if you’re not even there. You wonder if you can escape in one piece before they get a chance to maul you.

“Doesn’t seem so bad this time. Looks like she’s never taken one before.”

“You know that for sure?”

You feel someone grip a handful of your hair and pull you up so you can make eye contact with him. Jaehyun grins at the terror swarming your eyes.

“Tell me, little omega. Have you taken another alpha’s knot before?”

You’re not even sure what that is. Your mother left you clueless on all basics of sex, especially when it came to alphas.

“A-A what?”

Johnny laughs. “You can go first, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun shoves your face back into the mattress and situates himself behind you. Your fear is once again taken over by arousal, and Jaehyun snickers at your predicament. You jump when he runs his finger over your clothed core, practically dripping down your thighs. You cry out when two fingers dip inside of your sopping hole, the squelch of your wetness echoing throughout the room.

“I think our little omega hasn’t taken a cock inside of her yet, not even from a beta,” Jaehyun comments. You’re blinded, not knowing what’s coming next as tears blur your vision.

“Why don’t you show her what it’s like, Jae?”

“My pleasure.”

A loud tearing sound echoes throughout the room and you realize that Jaehyun’s just torn your underwear in half, tossing it across the room while he flips up your skirt. You whine when his hand slams down on your right cheek before he soothes the sensation with his fingers.

“Let me hear you, omega. I want to know how much you need this.”

And as much as your head is screaming that you are in imminent danger, the words come tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“P-Please alpha, I n-need you.”

“Do you now? How much?”

You grit your teeth at his endless teasing. You just want to be fucked already, but your instincts are telling you that you shouldn’t disobey your alpha.

“So m-much. I’m so wet for you, alpha, please.”

Johnny chuckles. “She can be good when she wants to be, huh?”

“Looks like it.”

He sinks into you and it’s the biggest stretch of your life. You release a flurry of garbled noises as Jaehyun impales you with his cock, the sheer size of him tearing you in half. You gasp when an unknown feeling of pleasure overtakes your body — so strong and violent that you nearly collapse.

“Wow. She came already, such a pliant little doll. Why don’t you shut her up, Johnny?”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

Another fist tangles in your hair and your jerked up again, locking eyes with Johnny’s dark orbs. He smirks at your fucked out state, hand jerking his cock as he watches you. He nudges the tip against your mouth and you obey, parting your lips to take his cock.

“See? Such a good little whore for us already,” Johnny remarks, hands still tangled in your hair when he begins thrusting into your mouth. You choke, trying to loosen your jaw.

All coherent thoughts are thrown out the window when Jaehyun starts fucking you into the mattress. You gasp, Johnny’s cock falling from your mouth as you try to catch your breath. He isn’t pleased, nails digging into your scalp.

“Suck my cock. You need to learn how to take the both of us.”

He pushes himself back into your mouth, ignoring your whimpers as Jaehyun pistons in and out of you. “Fuck,” he grunts. “She’s so fucking wet.”

You shudder when another orgasm passes through you, clenching down on Jaehyun’s cock and moaning when he continues to fuck you ruthlessly. Drool begins to pool at the sides of your mouth as Johnny rams his cock down your throat.

“You like this, don’t you?” Johnny teases, observing as you struggle to swallow him. “Never been fucked before and yet, you’re taking two cocks at once because you’re so desperate.”

“Fuck, Johnny, you need to get under her. I’m gonna cum soon.”

Johnny finally lets you breathe, retracting from you while you pant, trying to catch your breath. You barely get a chance before Jaehyun is slipping out of you with Johnny manhandling you into a new position. Your muscles are pleading for you to stop, but your mind is fuzzy when Johnny slides underneath you, your back to his chest. Jaehyun positions himself above you once again, his cock slick with your combined juices. You feel Johnny prod against your other hole and you gasp.

He laughs darkly against your ear, the sound vibrating to your core. “Didn’t I say you had to learn how to take both of us?”

Jaehyun pushes a finger inside of you again, collecting your juices from your two orgasms before inserting it into your other hole. You cry at the intrusion. Even though you’ve never been taken like this before, it feels exhilarating.

“She’s ready for you.”

You want to protest that you clearly are not, only being stretched out by one of Jaehyun’s fingers. They both ignore you, lining up to your entrances and pushing in slowly.

You think that the searing pain will fill your senses shortly, but you take them surprisingly well.

Johnny whispers lowly. “Why are you so shocked? A little omega like you was born to take her alphas.”

You learn quickly that Johnny is filthier than Jaehyun, hissing profanities into your ear as his cock thrusts up into your tiny hole.

“Look at how much Jaehyun’s enjoying your tight little pussy,” he says, your eyes following his line of vision. Jaehyun’s eyes are closed, fingers digging into your hips as he indulges himself in you. “Has no idea how good your ass feels. You’re in for a treat, baby. Two knots in one day? It’s an omega’s sweetest dream.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the pleasure of their thrusts taking a toll on your train of thought. You think you have another orgasm but you’re not sure, the nonstop pleasure clouding your judgment.

“Fuck. Gonna knot your sweet pussy,” Jaehyun grunts, cock pushing harder and deeper inside of you.

“I’m close too,” Johnny smiles against the shell of your ear. “Ready, baby?”

You don’t have time to respond before Jaehyun spills inside of you, ribbons of white coating your insides. Johnny hisses and follows after, emptying out inside your ass. Minutes pass and they’re both still cumming, most of it dripping out of your holes and coating the sheets. You think it’s over but you nearly scream when you feel their cocks grow bigger, the girth stretching your holes farther and farther.

“Please, please,” you whimper, trying to reach for Jaehyun. You don’t even realize you’re convulsing again, cumming around Jaehyun while his knot continues to grow.

He laughs. “She likes being filled to the brim, Johnny.”

“I can tell. Her cute little ass is squeezing my cock so hard.”

It feels like hours pass until they finally deflate, their cocks returning to their normal sizes. They stay buried inside of you, Jaehyun groaning as he collapses next to you. Johnny moves you to your side so that you’re stuck between them.

You’re still struggling to catch your breath when Johnny sighs.

“We should keep this one. A lot tighter than the other ones.”

Jaehyun nods, eyes fluttering closed. His fingers slither around your waist to pull you closer to his frame.

“Sounds good. I like her cute noises.”

Johnny huffs before leaning closer to you. “What do you say, little omega? Want to run home?”

You ponder over your answer for a few minutes before Johnny grows impatient, taking an experimental thrust. You whimper when you realize he’s already hard again.

“Answer me,” he growls.

“N-No, alpha. I’ll stay.”

“Good girl.”

And you lay there, gasping for breath as your alphas fuck you until the sun rises.

#nct smut #johnny #jaehyun #johnny smut #jaehyun smut

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aenaxes-moved · 3 years

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momentum

[hunter x afab!reader] hunter thinks it's a good idea for you to learn hand-to-hand. and if it's a way for you to see him sweaty, sleeveless, and in close quarters, who are you to turn down the perfect opportunity?

warnings: unprotected vaginal sex

w/c: 4.7k

a/n: i'm a simple creature—i see the sexual tension of hand-to-hand combat, and i am brought low. also the marauder has a cargo hold for literary purposes, now. anyways enjoy my first nsfw fic on this blog. reposting bc tumblr censored me :/

“Try again,” Hunter orders as he crouches down beside where you lie sprawled, chest heaving and arms limp on the training mat. “Just like I showed you: trap the wrist, lock the arm, twist and throw.”

“Unlike you,” you wheeze, struggling to lift your head off the floor, “I’m not exactly built to throw people around.” You forego your weak attempt to get up, and you swear you feel your teeth rattle as the back of your head hits the mat with a dull thud.

You turn your head, meeting the sergeant's piercing gaze with a weary half-grimace half-grin. There’s a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes—maybe incredulity—that he might be training a half-fledged jedi in the brutally graceful art of floorslamming an opponent over a shoulder while the others had taken Omega on a trip to meet the natives. It’s something you should know well, having spent your youth under the wild and unrelenting martial acrobatics of master Voss, but at the end of the day, you would choose swordplay over brute physicality without hesitation.

Especially if you’re facing off against an opponent who can and has hefted you high above his head and practically launched you across the training mat.

If Hunter’s amused at all by this knowledge, he only makes it known with a huff.

“Empire’s out for your head; you need to learn to fight in more ways than your fancy jedi training. That includes hand-to-hand just in case you lose your lightsaber. Again.”

“That was once, Hunter!” you whine, warmth spreading across your cheeks. But he’s right. Loathe as you are to admit it, no amount of force pushing would have gotten you out of that mess on Onderon, and it was a miracle (otherwise known as Echo) that you’d found your lightsaber at all.

It’s an embarrassing memory and, deeper down, a dangerous one that could have ended in more than stray blaster fire. Petulant as you would like to be, Hunter has a point. So you reach up, flapping your hand about until you feel Hunter’s hand wrap around yours, callused and firm, and yank you up to your feet. You stumble as you regain your footing, but as soon as you’ve collected your bearings, you’re shaking your hands out and bouncing on the tips of your toes.

“Fuck it. Let me try again.”

“Do you want me to go slower on the approach?” Hunter asks, this time, a sure note of playful teasing dancing over his tongue. The corners of his lips curl up, imperceptible to most, but you’ve flown long enough with the crew to pick up on his slight giveaways. You narrow your eyes, fixing him with an accusatory frown.

“‘Imps won’t slow down for you y/n,’” you parrot his words with a sour expression, begrudging theatrics complete with an exaggerated eye roll.

Hunter laughs, but he’s already drawing back into a low crouch, arms raised and muscles coiled, ready to strike. You take the brief moment of clarity between your warm up and readying stance to admire him, his hair tied with his bandana, piercing eyes set in a razor focus as his chest rises and falls, even, steady. The sharp clarity is made complete, authentic, with his garb. Having swapped his standard blacks for a sleeveless top, a sheer veil of sweat glimmers brushed over the toned muscle rippling under his skin. It’s an appealing point of motivation, a reward for the small price of being thrown around for the past hour.

“You’re learning,” Hunter smiles, small and crooked, but a smile that breaks past his stolid stoicism nonetheless. “Attagirl.”

Your heart flutters, and you lunge.

Two rapid steps, and you’re meeting Hunter in the middle as he rushes towards you. Right foot, anchor heel, pivot, and the sharp wind of his arm shooting forward nearly knocks the breath from your lungs as it just barely brushes past your cheek.

He’s fast. But you’re faster, you challenge, and you shoot your left arm up, closing your grip with your right hand and trapping his forearm in your hands just beneath the hem of his glove. And when you find secure purchase, confident enough that he can’t counter, you yank with a sharp, vindictive shout. For the first time today, your grip holds.

You feel him roll over your shoulder, guided by your hand, compelled by gravity, and you’ve won. After all the blocks and parries and attacks-turned-scrambling-defenses, you’ve got Hunter exactly where you want him. Hunter may have size, bulk, experience—well, everything other than the Force—that you don’t, but if he’s taught you anything during your time with the batch it’s that timing is king.

You whoop as you feel his back roll off yours, squeezing your eyes shut as you claim your victory into the empty cargo hold.

You forget, however, the unspoken and very important step of letting go.

As soon as the split-second of simple victory flashes through you, you yelp, pulled off your feet and centre of balance flung off to the far reaches of the room. You’re reduced to an ungraceful flail of limbs and panicked disorientation as you fall, bracing yourself for an imminent collision and a sure promise of a bruise the day after. But instead of the forgiving, plasticky foam of the floor, you land with a soft oof on something else, harder than the mat, damp, bony…?

When you open your eyes, you’re propped up on one elbow, your other shoulder dipped close against Hunter’s chest, and your nose just a breath away from his collar, and, Maker help you, you can see his collarbones, sharp and clean through his blacks, rising and falling rhythmically with his heavy, straining breaths. You lift your head just in time to meet Hunter’s eyes, lightly curtained by one single swath of perfectly mussed stray hair, pupils blown wide with pride, wonder, and—

Shit.

“Uh, yay me?” you offer weakly, hoping you can blame the tremble in your voice on bone-deep exhaustion, not the blooming heat roiling in your gut.

“Yeah,” Hunter says, eyes trained on yours, steady and still.

It doesn’t take force sensitivity to feel the tension buzzing high in what little space separates your faces, the boundaries of playful sportsmanship bowing under the weight of testing curiosity, circling, prodding. The breath that passes your lips quivers, of which you’re only aware when you see Hunter’s eyes flick briefly to your lips. He lingers a moment, and you swallow hard, almost audibly, when you catch a flash of his tongue darting over his lower lip.

It might be an adrenaline high—his dilated pupils, the wild thumping of your heart against your ribs. High velocity combat and being thrown flat onto your back would do that.

You hope it isn’t.

The silence is enough to steal the sound from your tongue, just low breathing as you hover above him. It demands to be broken, something to be the first push back into the rhythm of which you have become so accustomed, the comfortable banter and competition devoid of anything more than meaningless flirting. Because for his ruggedly handsome looks, his commandeering presence, an aura that had men and women sending him drinks from across the bar, you had never let yourself seriously entertain the idea of being able to have him.

It’s hard to entertain attraction, much less romance, when you and the batch are high priority on the Empire’s list to shoot on sight, but the possibility has kept you awake at night, fingers shoved between your thighs while he sleeps two doors down. The fantasy of having, breathing him in like air, makes you feel alive, makes you feel the rare and fleeting feeling of safety. You, exiled jedi. Him, one of millions, the dedicated soldier sworn to a cause.

And yet, here you are.

Hunter lifts one hand from the floor, reaching up to brush the hair from your eyes, and you find yourself having to bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep from turning your head and nuzzling into his palm, from pushing close and staying, indulging. And while your mind blurs in the frantic flurry of fighting it, he gives in freely, turning his wrist to run his gloved thumb over your jaw. It’s the softest you’ve ever found standard issue blacks to feel, but more importantly, it’s the closest he’s ever been.

“Yay you,” he whispers.

Hunter leans forward, sliding his hand across the side of your neck, his thumb soft at your ear as he curls his fingers into your hair and closes the distance. One moment there’s a vast breadth of space between you; the next, you feel Hunter’s nose brushing over your cheek, his breath ghosting over your skin for that last moment of separation. Then you’re moving with him, meeting his lips with soft motions pleading for more as you slide one hand up into his hair and press your chests flush.

He doesn’t taste quite like your dreams, all smooth, sweet freshness dancing over your tongue. Instead, there is raw exhaustion and strain bitter and heady on his skin as he licks over your lower lip. But no matter; it is real and present and Hunter all the same.

The training room silence is broken when he nudges a knee between your legs, pressing close between the want pooling low in your belly, as you barely manage to muffle a whimper into his mouth, breathy and high as you break away to gasp. Hunter grants you that moment of rest, and he’s pulling you back down against him again, holding you tight.

“I’ll stop if you want,” he mumbles against your lips. “We stop, and we forget this ever happened. But.” He pauses to nip at your lips. “You give me the word, and we take this as far as you want, y/n. Understood?”

You nod, too busy chasing his tongue to feel his gaze fixed on you. And, as always, your blissful ignorance does not escape Hunter’s watchful eye. You whine as you feel his fingers close around your chin and lift, pulling away just enough that you can see his dark eyes steady on yours.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you whimper, reduced to little more than pleading submission, doe-eyed and dreamy as he slowly runs his thumb over your lip. “Want you, Hunter. Need you.”

“Attagirl.”

He makes a noise that sounds like quiet laughter, but all you care about is that he’s nuzzling against your skin and holding you close. Hunter kisses you with a trembling restraint that you practically feel vibrating under his touch, the excitement of being able to have, the roiling fear of intimacy, vulnerable and open under your palms.

It’s something you know well. You feel the same.

“We should really wash up,” he murmurs into your mouth.

“‘Fresher’s big enough for two,” you say a bit cheekily.

“You really want it all, huh?” Hunter chuckles, squeezing the back of your neck as he presses a fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Never get anything if you don’t ask,” you smile against his lips.

“Can’t disappoint the lady, then, can I?” he grins, dropping his head back down onto the training mat. You sigh, resting your cheek on his collar for a single breath before you feel him shift beneath you, pulling you into his lap as he sits upright. Hunter offers you a final peck, a promise for more in just a short while.

You silently promise you’ll return to the hold come morning and clean up the mats before Echo can chew you out for any sloppiness, but cleanliness is the least of your concerns as you stumble with Hunter towards the threshold, all soft laughter and kisses strayed off their mark. Whatever concerns about anything other than the bliss of the now are even more obscured as the refresher doors slide shut behind you. You laugh as Hunter twists out of his blacks, which almost has you tripping out of your own, but he’s there to catch you, sturdy arms and warm skin to pull you into the stall and under a startling shock of cold water.

Maybe it’s that brief shock of cold before the showerhead runs warm that offers you a moment of clarity, the space and quiet to realize where you stand and take in the man before you. You’re no stranger to proximity, having spent more than one mission squeezed up against Hunter’s side, but closeness doesn’t begin to describe where you stand now, bared to each other beyond simple undress.

A smattering of scars stretches over Hunter’s skin, an organized chaos of milky pockmarks and slashes so often hidden under his armor. You recognize a few, blaster fire and frightened memories of blood and acrid fear, and the rest you save for a later night when you’ve sated the flutter in your chest as your eyes drift lower.

It would be embarrassing, how your mouth waters when you catch sight of his cock, half-hard and framed by a dark thatch of curls. But any need for shame is dismissed by the sheer gravity of want because he’s thick. You had always imagined him to be big—that isn’t much of a surprise—but your stomach churns delightfully at the thought of him stretching you open, making you feel him for days after.

“You’re staring,” Hunter huffs softly.

“Can you blame me?” you breathe.

Hunter laughs, rich and resonant over the patter of the shower spray, and he reaches that short distance forward, gently taking your hand in his and lifting your palm to his lips. You step backwards, letting him crowd you between the wall as you cup his cheek.

His hands, rarely bared to his brothers, let alone you, are strong and weary with scars of war, and he lets them follow the slope of your arm, tracing down your shoulder, your waist, and coming down to your hips, seeing in full clarity under his fingertips.

“Hold on tight.”

“Hunter, wait—ah!”

You yelp as he slips his forearms under your thighs without warning, hefting you up against the cool metal. In your hazy delirium, it occurs to you that you’re both exhausted from sparring and that him holding you up would only wear him down further. You want to tell him you’re perfectly fine on your feet. But whatever protest you may have had planned dies on your lips with a choked sob when you feel his fingers knead into the soft skin of your thighs and tug.

You arch off the wall, breath catching in your throat when you feel Hunter shift his hips forward and anchor you in place as he grinds his cock over your clit. Any hope of forming coherent words, let alone sound, is completely beyond you, now. Heat coils in your gut, all-consuming, white-hot tension pulled tight and ready to snap with each slow motion he makes.

And—the bastard—he’s good at it, too, leaving you squirming under his grip when he shifts away, cruelly aware of the brief moment just as your pleasure crests. Hunter lets you whine, filling the space with firm, insistent kisses over your collar: enough time for your high to ebb, enough time for him to stoke the frustration, the need tight in your core. Then he’s pressing your hips against the wall again and chasing you forwards, hips flush as he nips over your jaw.

All you find yourself able to do is dig your nails into his shoulders and sob.

“Shit, are you crying?” Hunter gasps, nearly dropping you down into a helpless heap under the warm water.

You shake your head wildly, locking your ankles around the small of his back as you keep him in place. It’s enough to startle him back into stillness, and he readjusts his grip on your thighs, the weight of his cock heavy against your throbbing cunt as you gasp for breath.

“I just—I’m fine,” you laugh, bordering delirious as stray drops of water catch on your tongue. “Just fuck me, Hunter. Make it better,” you breathe, chest heaving as you lick your lips. “Please.”

You know the expression that flashes across his face, the need to tease and prod, making gentle light of a dire situation. But this time, Hunter does not entertain it with his signature deadpan drawl, instead meeting you with a soft, imploring kiss.

“So pretty when you beg,” he whispers.

You open your mouth to offer a snappy retort; even in your desperation, there must be some dignity. Instead, your ears fill with the sound of your stuttering gasp over the water pattering against the refresher walls as, finally, finally, you feel the blunt head of his cock dip into your cunt.

Hunter pushes into you with a maddening slowness, one that reduces you to breathless whimpering broken between what gasps you can take. You dig your heels into his back and meet him with a straining moan because Maker, he’s even bigger than you thought, and it’s everything you’ve ever needed.

“Gotta breathe,” Hunter grunts, sinking deeper into you.

You’re not entirely sure whether it’s a reminder for you or for him, but you manage to slip in a gasping breath before he’s nudging up against a spot that has tears blurring your vision in dizzy euphoria. And when you come down from that high spark, legs jerking over his arms, he’s still pushing impossibly deep into you.

You watch him in a dazed trance, fixed on how his brows furrow with each quiet, flinching gasp that passes his parted lips as your cunt flutters around him. And how, through it all, his eyes never leave yours, boring into you with a fierce intensity, devotion, demanding your attention and pleading for your touch. It’s more than pure physicality, sex under the crushing uncertainty of a bounty and the shadow of conquest at your heels. He reaches for you, as open as he’s ever been, and you reach back.

“Hunter, I—”

Your words give way to a long, aching moan as you feel the sharp dip of his hips finally press up against your ass, filling you like you’ve always been meant to take him. (And you have, you swear, to him, to everything you know.)

“Gonna start moving, okay?” Hunter says through a shuddering sigh. He trails one hand up your side, thumbing over your chin while you tremble in his arms. “Cyar’ika, tell me I can.”

“Please,” you whimper.

And he delivers. You whine, feeling the slow drag, the toe-curling burn as Hunter eases almost completely out of you then pushes back in, just as slow as the first. He’s measured in his motions, and if you could see past the tears welling in your eyes, you’re sure you would see the razor focus over his features. There’s a tense edge you can barely make out from your slack-jawed disorientation, a restraint behind each careful thrust. He’s savoring it, you think as you bite down on the inside of your cheek.

But when Hunter jerks forward, punching the breath from your lungs as he drives up hard, pulling an obscene noise from your lips with a stuttering apology, you realize it’s not some way to draw this out as long as humanly possible. And as good as it is now, it’s not enough.

“H-Hunter,” you start. “Hunter, you—you don’t have to hold back—!” Your voice rises to a wavering pitch when you feel his thumb trail down your stomach, nestling close above where you part around him as he starts to rub gentle motions into your clit.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasps sharply with you when he presses deep again.

“You—you physically threw me across the cargo hold—like an hour ago,” you laugh through hiccupy sighs.

“That was different,” he chokes out a soft chuckle. “I want this to be good. For you.”

Trembling wildly, you muster the strength to lift your hand to his cheek, stroking over his wet skin as the refresher patters down around you. The aching stretch of Hunter’s cock between your thighs ebbs into something sweet, warming your chest when he turns his head to kiss your palm.

“You are good to me,” you whisper, brushing your thumb over his skin. “I want this. I want you.”

You hear him inhale sharp, holding his breath as he meets you with dark eyes, wide and searching. To his gaze, you offer him a soft smile. And it’s enough.

You barely have enough time to loop your arms around his neck and hold as Hunter shifts his grip, firm and high up on your thighs, and starts a brutal pace that has you near screaming into his neck. Your legs jerk helplessly with every relentless thrust, and you find yourself knotting your fingers into his hair, cradling his head for some—any—purchase you can find.

It’s reminders like this that while Hunter doesn’t have the imposing stature or towering height of his brothers, his sheer presence alone is overwhelming, surrounding you and consuming you whole in ways the others simply could never. The power is intoxicating, crushing in its pressure, the submission and release to pleasure it demands of you, and you sob, a whiny, choked sound you barely hear over the frantic, wet slap of Hunter’s skin against yours. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and it’s so, so achingly good.

“Fuck, I’ve always—” Hunter gasps, craning his neck to nuzzle up against your jaw. “I’ve always wanted to do this. To have you like this.” You turn your head, meeting him in a lopsided kiss, all tongue and shared breath. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

“More,” you whine, crying out when he pins you against the wall, just so he might reach between your thighs again and thumb insistently over your clit.

Even with the water showering over your skin, you’re distinctly aware of the tears streaking down your cheeks, only fitting for the overwhelming sensation building in your core, cresting in blinding heat with every drag, every ridge of his cock moving inside you.

He fucks into you with soft noises, low enough that they might be drowned out by the sound of water if you weren’t pressed so close. It’s fitting, that the stolid discipline of a sergeant might follow him off the battlefield and into the bedroom, but as characteristic of him as it may be, you can’t bring yourself to particularly care—not when he’s holding you up like a ragdoll and bending you to his pleasure. You cling tighter to him with a muffled sob.

It’s nothing like your nights alone in your bunk, wishing for a warm body and something more than hopeful fantasy. Where your fingers only offered you a shot of momentary bliss, this feels like you’re falling apart in his hands, utterly powerless in only the best of ways as the coil in your gut draws tight.

“‘m close,” you croak as the heat seeps bone-deep, spreading down your spine, blazing in the tips of your fingers, and finding home in the buzzing haze between your eyes. “Hunter, I’m—I’m so close.”

“Let go,” Hunter croons, bearing the rough pad of his thumb harder against your clit, pressing firm with every thrust forward, soothing as he draws back. Your cunt squeezes down around him with the spike in want pooled in your gut, drawing a low moan from his lips, and he meets you with a thrust hard enough that you squeal. “Doin’ so well, cyar’ika.”

Trembling, you bury your nose in the juncture of his neck, but you’re pressed backward instead, a light, unyielding pressure at your neck before the back of your head is guided against the metal wall. Hunter holds you at the throat, nothing but a hovering presence of his warmth over your skin, but enough that he commands your attention, steady gaze, pupils blown as he thrusts up against you, pushing you higher and higher against that mindless gap of pleasure with every intent to pull you apart.

“Look at me, y/n,” he murmurs, low and hoarse. “Look at me when you come.”

He drives into you once more, hard, and the tension mounting in your gut breaks like a dam, flooding over your tongue in sweet, simple pleasure that pulses and shudders through your core. You feel it like your body, your visceral pleasure, is not your own, floating in a mindless state of bliss no longer anchored to anything but your rapidly beating heart and the shivering tremors buzzing at your fingertips. Lips parted in a silent cry, your lashes flutter as you let yourself be swept up in the peak of your pleasure, swept up in him, his gaze trained firm, fond on yours.

And you’re too fucked out to do more than gasp, breathy, stuttering inhales as Hunter settles his hands around your waist and starts a pace impossibly faster than before. Somehow, through the aching tremor in your legs and your limp form pressed up against the wall, you manage to keep your grip steady and keep your arms wrapped snug around Hunter’s shoulders. He pulls your pleasure, agonizingly long with no end in sight, chasing his high as you whimper and plead unintelligibly into his ear.

“C-Close?” you manage, digging your fingertips deeper into the sinew of his back.

Hunter hums, a feeble attempt to keep what little composure he has left, but you feel his movements lose the steady rhythm he had maintained thus far, forgoing fluidity and grace for the raw and primal need to satiate. Lucid sensation beyond you, you simply let him take his fill, lazily running your tongue over his lips and holding him tight as he continues to fuck into you with erratic, stuttering thrusts.

And not a moment later, Hunter bears your hips down hard on his, gasping like he’s taken his first breath of air as his climax thunders through him. You squirm in his hold with a thready groan, reveling in the warm spurts of come filling your cunt and oozing down the curve of your ass onto the refresher floor. For all your exhaustion, you curl your fingers at the base of his neck, pulling him close into a slow, lazy kiss, more languid touches than an actual kiss, but a promise of intimacy all the same.

Hunter tips forward and shifts one arm to wrap snug around the small of your back, propping you both against the wall with the other as the tension drains from his coiled poise. He sags forward with a final, shuddering sigh, pulling out of you and setting you on your wobbly feet, to which you promptly pitch forward against his shoulder.

He laughs and catches you with breathless ease.

“I have no idea how we didn’t slip,” you gasp through heaving inhales, shuddering as you feel warm rivulets of come dripping down the skin of your inner thigh. As the pleasure subsides, you return to your surroundings in a haze, faintly aware of the running showerhead, the steam, and you drop your head forward, knocking your forehead gently against Hunter’s.

“Neither do I,” he laughs and nuzzles close. “Next time, we’ll pick somewhere with less water.”

“Next time?” you prod, knowing full well that neither you nor Hunter were particularly fond of mindless flings.

“Next time,” Hunter grins, tipping his head forward and brushing his lips over your brow.

“If you two are done in there!” Echo’s voice, exasperation weary and gruff, cuts through the patter of water against the metal paneling with a bang, nearly sending you and Hunter scrambling apart if the refresher stall wasn’t already so narrow. “We need showers!”

“What do you mean ‘you two?’” Omega chirps from outside the door. You have to clap your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing aloud as you watch the rosy pallor drain from Hunter’s face as you hear her muffled protests as someone (likely Wrecker) coaxes her away.

“Not it—you’re giving her the talk,” you quip, biting back a smile as you peck his cheek.

“Maker help me,” he mutters.

#argh tumblr censored my first post #anyways #i originally wanted to write a sparring scene with wrecker but. i think that wouldn't really give you a fighting chance #hunter x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #bad batch x reader #yaej.writes #filter

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Kiss Me

Kung Lao x Fem!Reader

AN: Kung Lao, my beloved. Wrote this while listening to Kiss Me More by Doja Cat ft. SZA, banger song. Not proof read yet‼️

Summary: Who doesn’t like when a little friendly rivalry turns into something more?

“You ready to meet your match this time?” Kung Lao chuckled, adjusting his footing and placing a hand on the tip of his hat.

“Course’ I am Lao,” (Y/n) huffed, getting into position, “When they get here make sure to let me know, yeah?”

This had become a daily occurrence. After dinner time, when lessons and training were done for the evening, the three of them would return to the court and cash in on a little sparring. It was their odd way of spending time together outside of missions, plus with the grand tournament coming up, they could use the extra practice.

Usually they had a rotation system that went Liu versus (Y/n), then (Y/n) versus Lao, then Liu versus Lao. They would rest a little after each match, then continue on per usual. However today’s session was going a little different.

Yesterday, (Y/n) had won against Lao and was so proud of her achievement she couldn’t help but rub it in, and Lao, being the prideful young man he was, demanded a rematch. He claimed the mission he’d gone on earlier that day had screwed him over physically. (Y/n) agreed to it, and now here they were.

“3...2...1... fight!” Liu Kang called out from the top on the stairs leading into the main hallway. As the pair lunged at each other, causing reddish brown puffs of dirt to fly off of the ground, he calmly sat and observed.

Minutes passed, and neither party seemed to have even made a scratch on the other. However, an impressive amount of blocking was being done by Kung Lao currently, so Liu assumed the victory would go to (Y/n). The girl had a giddy smile plastered across her face, and it seemed like she, too, expected the victory to be hers.

Liu turned to the side and reached for his water, but noticed he hadn’t brought any with him. He sighed and stood up.

“I’m going to fetch some water from the kitchen. Continue on, but please don’t wreck anything or kill each other. Master will have a fit and then I’ll receive part of the blame for not monitoring you two properly.” Liu said.

“Expect to come back to my—,” (Y/n) began before dodging a kick, “Another one of my victories!”

“Fat chance!”

Previous to all of this, the two friends already had some sort of tension between them. It started off as a friendly rivalry, competing for trifling things such as the last egg roll or using the bathroom first in the morning. But as the years passed, the competitons began to become more... personal. And so did the bickering. Somehow (Y/n) and Lao shifted from “if you don’t shut up I’m gonna kick your ass” to “if you don’t shut up, I’m gonna make you.”

Nevertheless, the three of them quite enjoyed their dynamic (despite Liu Kang shooting knowing looks at the two individually).

Now (Y/n) had Kung Lao backed into a corner with her (weapon/power) held against his neck. Lao strained his neck upwards, his left arm holding his hat behind his back.

“That was the saddest block I’ve seen all day, Lao. Do you yield yet?” (Y/n) smirked triumphantly.

He glanced down at her and huffed. “Watch your tongue, (Y/n).”

He swiftly slid his foot under her, knocking her off her feet, and brought his hat back up to his head before disappearing into the ground. He reappeared behind her and attempted to pin her to the ground, but she jumped up and tackled the boy, landing with her legs straddling Lao’s right one and her hand on his chest.

“You’re so predictable these days,” (Y/n) laughed.

Lao propped himself up on his elbows, “You’re only saying that because you’ve gotten used to my moves.”

“Maybe you should take some time away from me,” (Y/n) jeered, “Y’know, and learn some better ones.”

Lao furrowed his eyebrows, “God, if you don’t stop flapping your mouth—,”

“You’re trapped under me, what are you gonna do? Kiss me?” She laughed.

Lao brought his leg up and forcefully kicked her off, sending her tumbling across the court. (Y/n) jumped onto her feet, narrowly avoiding hitting the wall.

“If you keep that up I just might.” Lao teased.

“You wouldn’t have the nerve,” (Y/n) lunged at him again.

Lao used his hat to block her attack and landed a solid kick to her side. “Is that a challenge?”

God, every word that came out of the girl’s mouth was beginning to get him fired up. He could feel his chest begin to tingle with a mix of excitement and anxiety. What if (Y/n) genuinely wanted to kiss him? If he tried, would she pull away? Kung Lao had always been the bolder of the two, but still.

Kung Lao charged at her and grabbing her hands, holding them behind her back with one hand before she could fully regain her footing. With his other hand he grasped the collar of her top and pulling her closer to his body. (Y/n) was paralyzed by this sudden action and her breath hitched. She looked up at Lao with uncertainty, the color of her cheeks turning redder than the fabric Liu Kang tied around his head.

Lao’s hand trailed up to her face, holding the side of her jaw with his pointer and middle finger while his thumb traced circles over her lower lip. Lao was looking directly into her eyes now.

“Just say the word and I will, (Y/n).” His tone was quieter and more serious than ever before.

(Y/n)’s mouth quivered. It felt like her brain had entirely blanked and she couldn’t find anything clever to respond with.

“I— I... I yield!” She cried, quickly pulling away in embarrassment.

(Y/n) ran up the stairs just as Liu Kang returned. She nodded to him in acknowledgment, but continued to rush off to her room.

Liu stopped and glanced from her retreating figure to his cousin who stood along in the court.

“So... who won?” He cocked an eyebrow in confusion. Kung Lao buried his face in his hands.

———

The next couple of days seemed incredibly off to everyone. (Y/n) went out of her way to avoid interacting with Kung Lao, and vice versa. Lao’s thoughts were just too jumbled for him to approach her, no matter how much he wanted a confirmation on whether she felt the same or not, and (Y/n) was having a difficult time making sense of Lao’s actions.

What would happen if they did like each other? Although at this point, neither of them were sure if “like” was the correct term to use. (Y/n) was certain up until then that Kung Lao had meant everything was a joke and simply took this one a little too far. The insults, the flirting, all of it had been a joke, right? That was their silent agreement. Lao would never do anything with the intention of... well... getting to (Y/n), per say. Their intentions with eachother had always been purely platonic.

But was that really the truth in (Y/n)’s case? Or had she been ignorant to her own feelings towards the boy all along? Is that why she couldn’t stand to look him in the eye now? What if she really was in—

“(Y/n)! Master wants me to accompany him somewhere, so I can’t make it tonight.” Liu called out as he jogged to catch up with the girl.

She blinked, “Oh, it’s alright Liu, we can reschedule for another night then.”

He stretched his arms over his head. “Why don’t you use the time to catch up with Kung Lao? It seems like you two hardly got to spend time together this week.”

(Y/n) blushed and began to shift her feet uncomformably, “Lao and I— we’re- I haven’t...” She sighed, “I’m not exactly in the mood to talk to him any time soon.”

Liu frowned, “It isn’t my place to speak in the matter, and I’m not sure what went down between you two, but If Lao said something I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

The girl groaned and leaned her head back. “That’s what I’m afraid of...” She mumbled.

Liu placed a hand on her head and ruffled her hair, then placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

“You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you two will be back on track eventually. Remember: a little communication goes a long way.”

She nodded, “You’re right, I know. I’ll try to sort it out.”

___

Now, Kung Lao was completely crumbling over why (Y/n) had pushed him away. He believed that (Y/n) felt something for him, he was sure of it, and he’d been searching for an opportunity to pursue her for months. So when she jokingly asked if he would kiss her, how could he have resisted?

It was an impulsive decision, he admitted, but he was so sure she felt the same that he thought it didn’t matter. Maybe he should have been more forward and confessed his feelings for her in a different setting.

Buuuuut it was too late now. He blew it. And now she was avoiding him. He was a fool to assume such things about her.

Lao signed and threw himself done on his bed, sprawling his arms and legs out dramatically.

“Cousin? I’m heading out soon, I came to say goodbye—,” Liu’s voice faltered when he saw the state of his friend. He stifled a laugh. “Y’know, if you if this is effecting you so badly, why not just apologize and talk to her?”

Lao’s head shot up in alarm. “Oh no, how much did she tell you!?”

Liu laughed, “Little to nothing, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed the strange energy between you two lately.”

Lao groaned and sat up.

“Heed my advice, and stop moping around, Lao.” Liu patted the other young man’s shoulder before setting off to find their master.

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A few hours passed and Kung Lao finally felt like he had the right words to explain how he felt to (Y/n). Yes, he’d spent hours cooped up in his room, scribbling his thoughts down on paper until he ultimately decided it was best to be direct. The poor girl was probably confused enough as it was.

It was settled then. He’d talk to her tomorrow after training and lessons, but right now it was probably best to focus on dinner.

He silently walked down the main hall and towards the kitchen. He was sheet he staff had already cleaned up dinner, and seeing as he wasn’t present to eat with the others, it was likely they didn’t bother to prepare him a plate.

Lao opened the door but froze in his tracks at the sight of (Y/n) standing in front of the counter, her shirt stained with the remnants of assorted ingredients. She staggered back at the sight of him in the door way. Lao’s eyes strayed to a small tray of egg rolls and a few other dishes.

“Kung Lao,” She breathed out.

He cleared his throat. “That seems a little excessive for a late night snack.”

“Oh this—,” (Y/n) glanced to the tray and back at him, “You weren’t at dinner, and I didn’t expect you to come to the kitchen... it was supposed to be a secret.”

“I see.” Kung Lao was silent for a moment. “Oh. OH— this is,” He gestured to the tray awkwardly, “for me...”

(Y/n) pursed her lips and nodded, glancing down at the floor. The two of them stood without a word for a moment, anxiety building up in their stomachs. Neither of them wanted to be the first to break the silence, and yet both of them had so much to say.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/n) mumbled at last. “I took our usual teasing too far last time, and I shouldn’t have avoided you—,”

“I wanted to kiss you.” Kung Lao blurted out. “I still do. And wanted you to want me to kiss you.”

“Kung Lao, the jokes we made were fun and all—,”

“Well, I’m not playing around anymore, (Y/n). This time it isn’t a joke.” The serious look he had on the other day had returned.

“So...,” (Y/n) began, barely a whisper, “what are you saying?”

Kung Lao exhaled heavily and furrowed his brows. “How can I be any more transparent right now!?” He growled, “I’m in love with you, (Y/n).”

It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted off of both of their chests in that moment.

(Y/n) smiled and wasted no time to wrap her arms around Kung Lao’s neck and press her lips against his. He kissed back without hesitation and wrapped his arms around her body shamelessly. Kung Lao deepened the kiss, and their lips moved together feverently, as if this was something they’d both been yearing for for a while.

When they finally separated, (Y/n) rested her head in the crook of Lao’s neck, sighing happily.

“You know what? I think I just might be in love with you too, Lao.”

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Here Comes the Sun: XX. More Than A Feeling (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun

Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Words: 6480

Chapter Warnings: Language, Violence, Injury.

Your head pounded like an alarm clock you couldn't shut off. The explosions hadn't done any favours for your tinnitus, either. The high-pitched ringing noise was constant, and only intensified the more you tried not to focus on it. Even now that everything had settled down, it still seemed like you could hear walls crashing around you, or feel the vibrations as the stone crumbled and settled at your feet.

Except, it wasn't brick walls that were sending shock waves over the ground; it was Daryl's footsteps as he paced. You could feel them through your own boots, and sent him a look to try and coax him to sit down.

"It's a sprained ankle, Daryl. I didn't lose my leg." You said gently, before someone cleared their throat.

You looked down at Hershel, who was in the process of wrapping the bandages, and winced as he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Sorry." You muttered, awkwardly.

Everything had gone mostly to plan. The governor and his men had been driven away, and the others had returned from Woodberry with even more survivors. You hadn't gotten the chance to see them yet, but the ruckus drifted up the stairs and you could feel the marching of the stampede as though they had been part of the army themselves.

The prison remained standing, albeit missing a watchtower and seeming a bit dilapidated in a few places - but your home was once again yours. You'd sacrificed so much for it. Lori, T-Dogg, Axel, Oscar, and Merle had all lost their lives just so that you could sit here now, complaining of flesh-wounds and mild injuries like they were the most perilous problems you could face.

Daryl didn't seem to agree, however, and narrowed his eyes at you - or more specifically, at the bandage wrapped around your head. You'd taken a bit of a fall, but it wasn't like you'd cracked it open. Though, that didn't stop the man from treating you like Humpty Dumpty - trying to fix all of your pieces despite them not actually being broken.

"I don' care!" Daryl yelled, and you felt Hershel flinch as he made another pass with the bandages.

The man slung his crossbow onto the mattress, and you felt the bed dip beside you from the weight of it. His face was all scrunched up into a scowl, and you wanted nothing more than to hold it in your hands and bring his cheek to yours.

"What the hell d'ya try an' pull tha' for?" He asked, but this time his voice had lost its fight. "You could've gotten yerself killed." Daryl said quietly, like it almost killed him to say, too.

The older man stayed silent as he continued to do his job, and you felt guilty for having let him get caught up in this.

"But I didn't." You reminded Daryl, before shooting a light-hearted smile his way. "Certain victory, remember?"

Your eyes glanced down to his hand, and at the shoddily drawn rune you'd given him with a sharpie earlier in the day. He didn't say anything back, but his pacing had stopped - and he looked straight at you as you spoke.

"And although the governor got away, don't you think he'll be easier to find with a bullet in his shoulder?"

If you had anything to show for your injuries, at least it was that. You offered a teasing smirk to the man - one that probably made him wonder if you had a concussion.

"I think I know a pretty good tracker, too." You joked, nodding in his direction.

Daryl didn't smile back. You watched as the man took a seat next to you on the mattress, and noticed the way his eyes rested on Hershel as he tended to your injuries better than he could have.

"Ya should've followed the plan." He mumbled, so quietly that you barely caught it.

You let out a sigh, unable to hide your guilt. Daryl had an expression you'd only seen him wear once before, and you didn't like it in the slightest.

"I had a clear shot." You reasoned timidly, like you were trying to convince yourself of your words.

You had done; it was true. Except, you should have taken a moment to consider your actions. You thought that you were in fact the hypocrite - since when the time came, you'd been the one to shoot first, and ask questions later.

"If my aim was a little better we wouldn't even be having this conversation." You told him, and offered a sheepish smile alongside it. "I'm sorry I missed."

Hershel tightened the knot as he finished wrapping your foot. You lifted your leg and outstretched it to examine his work. Tentatively, you wiggled your toes, and thanked the man when you felt no pain in doing so. Daryl sent a nod in his direction too, before turning back.

"I don' give a damn if ya missed." He told you, barely above a whisper.

Hershel ushered himself out of the room as quietly as he could manage, trying not to intrude any longer. As soon as he'd left, Daryl let his head drop onto your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath over the crook of your neck.

"I only care tha' yer alive." He admitted, mumbling against the skin there. "I can't lose you, too."

You leant back against the man. He seemed so downtrodden, but for the first time since the farm, you felt safe. You remembered that first night after you'd cleared the prison, sitting out in that field around the campfire. You'd asked him then if he thought this could be your home. Now, you decided, it was.

"Have more faith in me, Dixon." You told him, and stroked his hair - letting your nails run along his scalp gently. "I think I must be pretty hard to kill."

Despite the head injury, the events of that morning were as clear as day to you - as clear as the cloudless sky had been when you all took your positions. The strategy had been to ambush them when they came, and you had been the one to dissuade Rick from utilising the watchtowers.

"They'll be their first target." You'd said, and luckily he had listened.

You and Daryl had been checking the guns, before deciding to take one last walk around the perimeter. You'd scouted their vehicles en route to the prison, so you knew it was only a matter of time before all hell would break loose. The day was otherwise serene, and you hoped that once all of this was over you'd get the chance to revel in the sunshine and celebrate your certain victory.

You smiled over at the man, remembering what you'd wanted to tell him. The two of you were checking for breaches in the fences, making sure that the governor's men couldn't infiltrate from anywhere you wouldn't expect. You watched as Daryl pulled on the lattice wire to make sure it was secure, and you slipped your hand into his other, free one.

He gave you a subtle glance, but didn't make any sarcastic remarks in return. The two of you walked hand-in-hand alongside the fences, as though you were going on a mundane, morning stroll in the sun. It was silent, and you both seemed to just bask in the peace whilst it still lasted. Though, once you had gone full-circle, and had ended up back where you'd started, you stopped in place.

You fished around in your pocket and pulled out the sharpie you'd scavenged from Glenn earlier in the day. Daryl looked at it suspiciously, but let you do as you pleased - just like always. Carol had noted how much of a soft spot the man had for you, and you couldn't even deny it at this point. The two of you had woken up entangled in each other this morning, and it had taken you the better part of half an hour to coax him to let you get up. You could tell he was scared of what the day would bring. Despite claiming to be a man 'not scared of nothing,' you knew that Daryl Dixon was afraid of one thing above all else - and that was losing you.

"Give me your hand." You instructed, and pulled the cap off the top of the pen with your teeth.

The man eyed the permanent marker, before looking down at your interlocked hands.

"Yer holdin' it." He grumbled, and you rolled his eyes at his dry humour.

"The other one." You clarified, pointing in the direction. "It needs to be on the same side."

You took his hand in yours before he had time to question you further, and pressed the sharpie to it. You drew the simple pattern, watching as the ink bled out slightly over the cracks in his skin.

It was the same rune of Týr that you had tattooed on your hip - the one Daryl claimed 'looked like an arrow.' He stared at it once you'd finished, stretching out his fingers before balling his hand into a fist. Maybe it was a little childish to want to wish him luck in this way, and you thought that Daryl was a man quite capable of victory by himself, but you'd wanted to do it nonetheless.

"Look, we match." You exclaimed with a smile, but the words felt familiar on your tongue.

Daryl must have thought so, too, as you saw some kind of recognition flash behind his eyes. Then, you remembered it. The memory washed over you like a wave coming onto shore. It had been back on the farm, where you lay next to each other on that springy, double bed. He'd had an arrow wound in his side, and your bullet hole matched it nicely. You'd pointed it out to him with a grin, too doped up on medication for your own good. It felt so long ago - back when you'd been more young and naive to the world, and he'd been more angry at it.

"I guess some things never change." You admitted, and you could tell that he understood.

You felt him squeeze your hand, and looked back down at the semi-tattoo you'd drawn haphazardly.

"An' other things do." He replied.

When the first explosion rang out, your mind immediately thought back to that moment. The front left watchtower had been decimated, just as you had predicted, and the tanks began to roll in through the field. Whilst some of the group were hidden away in the prison interior, waiting to ambush those who came in, you stayed outside with Maggie and Glenn - ready to catch any stragglers who made it back out.

Daryl hadn't wanted you to be in the thick of it, and you could tell why. From the looks of it, the governor's army was partially made of toy soldiers. From your position, you could make out young boys and girls barely through their teenage years, and adults who looked like they had never held a weapon before. You would have found it hard to kill them - even if you needed to.

From your hiding place, however, you couldn't see the governor. The group was too dense, and he was probably lurking somewhere in the middle - just like the coward he was. You stared down the scope of your rifle, trying to get a better view. All around you, you could hear the sounds of crumbling stone, and the flicker of flames as they burned the tower to the ground. There had only been a couple of warning rounds shot at the building, but they'd done more damage than you were comfortable with. You just hoped that Daryl and the others were alright inside.

The whole thing seemed to last a couple of minutes at most. As quickly as the group had entered the cellblock, they were forced back out in a shroud of smoke and gunfire. Maggie and Glenn had their guns aimed, but it looked to be a clean retreat. The govenor's makeshift suicide army had all turned back, and were fleeing into the forest - so you didn't shoot at them.

That had been the plan anyway, until you caught sight of a familiar eyepatch and the man who wore it. You jumped up from behind the bushes like someone had set them alight, and ran over to the wall for cover. Maggie and Glenn shouted at you, but you continued until you reached it. It was part of the fence you'd reinforced with steel, and you ducked behind it to peer through the gunhole.

The man was returning back to the tank, mowing down anyone who got in his way. You stared through your rifle scope, finger hovering the trigger. You would have pulled it, but a civilian got in your line of sight at the last second.

"Shit." You whispered, below your breath, and slung the rifle back over your shoulder.

You hopped the fence and started running, making your way to the blazing watchtower that was set alight like a torch. The base was still steady, and it provided good cover whilst allowing you to move in closer. The calm summer's day had been transformed into a warzone in a matter of minutes. Shouts and gunfire rang out around you as you dashed to the burning building. When you reached it, you quickly ducked down and pressed your back to the stone as you set up your rifle.

It hasn't been part of the plan; you knew that. Though, you didn't just want to let the man walk free, either. If you weren't the one to do it, it would be someone else - perhaps Rick, or Michonne, or even Daryl. You wanted to pull your weight, especially if it meant that their shoulders wouldn't have to bear the burden of it.

The tower creaked and groaned above your head, and your eyes quickly glanced upwards to catch sight of the flames that licked the sky - creating an amber haze that resembled sunset. You ignored the sound, and locked onto the governor once again. This time, he was clambering into the vehicle, and you knew that it would be your last chance. Your line of sight was clear, and so you let your finger squeeze the trigger - and felt the jolt of the gun as it hit back against your shoulder.

The bullet connected, and you watched the man stagger backwards. He turned to face your direction, and your gazes caught for a split second - like you could see it all unfold in slow motion. Then, you heard a crash, and time resumed as normal.

Glass shattered above your head and fell onto you like jagged raindrops, and the stone debrid came following like lightning after it. The tower shifted, and you watched it crumble for a brief moment before the adrenaline kicked in. You abandoned your rifle and jumped up, starting to run in the opposite direction. Rubble came pouring down and bounced over the concrete at your feet. You felt small pieces nick your legs, but continued to sprint as you heard Maggie and Glenn call your name in the distance. You couldn't outrun the collapse, but you'd managed to dive behind one of the fences just in time to shield yourself.

You'd squeezed your eyes closed as the tower fell, and huddled your knees to your chest to protect yourself. The stone structure made the most almighty crash as it caved to the ground, and suddenly the courtyard was completely shrouded in dust. It wasn't until the smoke cloud had settled and you recognised figures emerging from the fog that you realised you'd made it.

Your head stung, and you pressed your fingers to your temple only to notice that something had drawn blood there. You must've been struck by some stray piece of rubble, you thought. You were a bit dazed, but you could make out voices clearly as they shouted your name. You recognised one in particular, and your heart sped up in response.

"C'mon, Teach!" Daryl yelled, but you couldn't pin-point where from.

You tried to call back, but your throat was dry and your voice barely made its way out of your lips.

"Can ya hear me?" He shouted again. "Call out to me if ya can hear me!"

Clearing your throat, you tried again.

"Daryl!" You screamed, and this time it resonated. "I'm here!"

You noticed a shift in the fog, and figures got clearer as they made their way through it.

"I'm over here!" You yelled again, your voice breaking over the words.

The man came running over to you as soon as he could tell where you were. You'd been hidden behind the sheet of metal, sat amongst a pile of debrid, but he still found you. You could feel the fresh blood trickling down your forehead, but you wiped it away with the back of your hand and sent him a watery smile of pure relief. Daryl took in the sight, and the way your foot seemed to be turned in an awkward angle beneath you - and his eyes widened.

"What did you do?" He asked, rushing over to your side in an instant.

You looked back at him with an equally dumbfounded expression.

"I shot him." You admitted. "I shot the governor."

After Hershel had left your cell, you and Daryl stayed sitting on the mattress together for a little while. You let him rest his head over your shoulder, which soon turned into lying on your chest as you both slumped back into the pillows. It was a little different from what you were used to, but you held his head and stroked his hair gently. You thought that he needed the comfort, and you were fine with being able to return it for once.

Maggie and Glenn had informed you that they'd seen everything go down - and that you'd actually hit the governor in the shoulder, rather than his chest. It was a bitter disappointment, but they'd reassured you that you'd still done a good job - after they'd given you a scolding, that is. You weren't entirely sure what had possessed you to do it - to abandon the plan. Maybe it was the images of a beaten Glenn and an inconsolable Maggie that you weren't able to rid yourself of, or perhaps it was the nightmares you had of cowering beneath Axel's body. More likely, it was the recent death of Merle, and what it had done to Daryl as a result. Whatever it was, you didn't regret it. The governor had deserved everything that was coming for him, and you'd just happened to be the one to pass the sentence.

Daryl's eyelids seemed heavy, and his breathing had evened out. You knew that if you didn't rouse him now, he'd probably fall asleep within a matter of minutes. It was selfish, but you didn't want that. You wanted to celebrate your victory - no matter how certain it had been.

"I'm sorry, Daryl." You whispered, and gently moved his hair back from his face.

The man inhaled sharply, and you watched his eyes flicker as they adjusted to the light. You let out a soft chuckle, which you were sure he could feel resonate through your chest.

"Can you help me down the stairs?" You asked sweetly, hoping to coax him awake. "I want to meet everyone."

He'd already carried you out of the rubble once today, but you hoped he'd be generous enough to lend you an arm as you hobbled down the metal steps. Daryl sat up and stretched his neck side to side before glancing over at you, his eyes immediately resting over your bandaged forehead to check it was still alright. You offered a smile to reassure him, and eventually the man nodded in return.

"It's gonna get a lot nosier 'round 'ere." He grumbled, but it didn't sound like he really minded.

Daryl had your arm slung over his shoulder as you both attempted the stairs. His other hand was on your waist for support, and he waited patiently as you took each step - going along with your pace. You'd heard the commotion from your cell, but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer amount of people that had been brought back from Woodberry.

As your foot hit the final step you were greeted by an unexpected round of applause, interspersed with the occasional cheers. You almost stumbled back in shock, but Daryl caught your arm before you could trip.

"There she is!" Glenn yelled over the crowd. "Our suicidal sniper."

You shot Daryl a side-eye glance, but the man just shrugged in response. Your gaze ran over the unfamiliar faces as they smiled, or looked at you curiously, and you suddenly felt inadequate in comparison. You stood leaning against Daryl in your dusty clothes and bandages, and sheepishly lowered your head as they stared. Eventually, Daryl shooed them all away, warning them to 'get out of your face.'

It made you laugh, and you aimed some teasing remarks in his direction - pestering him if he'd like to become your bodyguard. The chatter buzzed around you like nothing you'd ever heard before. Even in the old world, the atmosphere couldn't compare. You didn't know how long it had been since you'd even laid eyes on so many people at once. You knew that you'd have to clear out some other cell blocks just to make room for them all. This was the start of something; you just knew it.

Someone called your name from amongst the fray, but Daryl didn't stop ushering you over to a nearby seat. You whipped your head around in confusion, but continued to shuffle along until you had the opportunity to sit down. He leant against the table next to you, resembling a diligent guard dog. Daryl was the most loyal man you'd ever met, and everyday he reminded you not to settle for anything less. You wondered how anyone could ever come close to him - past or present. Your ex had been a mere speck of poorly-chosen dust in comparison to Daryl Dixon.

The man seemed to be able to read your thoughts, as he glanced in your direction with perfect timing - causing you to look away. You heard your name through the thick of the crowd again, and this time tried harder to locate the source. Only a few seconds later, someone emerged from the centre of the room, pushing past everyone so that she could get to you.

The woman had neat brown hair to her shoulders, and was wearing a sundress that looked like it had been recently pressed. All of the former Woodberry inhabitants looked clean, but she definitely stood out due to how beautiful she was. Her eyes were a warm coffee colour, and her smile was bright as she looked over at you.

You choked on your words, immediately standing up only to stumble into Daryl's shoulder. He quickly got a hand under your arm to steady you, but had a disapproving expression on his face as he did so.

"Vanessa?" You spluttered out, and she gave you an excited nod in return.

Daryl barely had time to step aside before the woman bounded up to you and flung her arms around your neck. She squeezed you so tightly that you forgot how to breathe, but you hugged her back with the same force - clasping your arms around her back.

You were utterly speechless. The last time you'd seen the woman, the two of you were witnessing the complete horror of your camp being destroyed. You'd looked for her in the days following, but she'd seemed to simply disappear into the night. You hadn't even thought she'd made it out alive. She'd been your colleague before all this, and then your campmate. But, most importantly, she'd been your friend.

You stared at her as she pulled away, and she giggled at your dumbfounded expression. Her smile was as pretty as you remembered, and you suddenly felt pale in comparison to her rosy cheeks and honey complexion. She was as quick-witted as ever, and wasted no time in regaining her composure to tease you like you'd never even spent any time apart.

Daryl watched in silence, not wanting to interrupt, but you could tell that he was starting to put the pieces together.

"You were the one who shot him?" She asked, as though in utter shock.

She had her hands on either of your shoulders, and looked you up and down before settling over your one foot that you kept hovering above ground.

"Yeah." You replied sheepishly, and glanced off to the side.

The woman slapped your arm in disbelief, and Daryl shot her a warning look that made you snort. She looked over at the man, too, and raised an eyebrow.

"What on earth happened to you?" She questioned, meeting your eyes this time.

You stared at the floral pattern of her sundress, secretly wishing you had something equally as pretty, and shrugged.

"Well, I hit my forehead and sprained my ankle-" you started, but the woman cut you off.

"I don't mean that." She remarked, with a disapproving tone.

She sounded the same as she did on those days you'd spend your lunch breaks together, or go and get coffee at the local shop - trading gossip and work secrets. She grinned at you mischievously, and it didn't go unnoticed by Daryl.

"Where is the timid girl who sang 'Yellow Submarine' to us from her tent every night?"

The man beside you was the one to laugh this time, and you jabbed him with your elbow in response.

"I really do miss that tent." You mumbled under your breath, and thought you could hear Daryl weakly protest below his.

Vanessa eyed the two of you, and her mouth upturned into a grin you recognised all too well. It was the one she wore when whispering to you about cute baristas, or when sliding her number across the bar.

"And who's this?" She said, in a tone that was equally as familiar.

She turned to face Daryl, and gave him a quick once-over like she was checking for any visible flaws. You couldn't contain your laugh; she always did lack subtlety.

"This is Daryl." You told her, and slipped your hand into his. "My-" you paused, furrowing your eyebrows as you did, "boyfriend?"

It came out like a question, and Daryl snorted uncharacteristically from beside you.

"'M too old for tha' word." He grumbled, but it was still light-hearted.

You took the opportunity to have some fun, and pressed your chest against his arm as you got closer to his ear.

"What do you want me to say, then?" You asked teasingly. "My partner? Sweetheart?"

The man seemed completely taken aback to hear you call him anything besides 'Dixon.'

"My other half? The old ball 'n chain-" you continued, but were abruptly interrupted as he shrugged you off in embarrassment.

"D'you wan' another head injury?" He asked - a little too quickly and a lot too loudly.

Vanessa laughed her usual dainty laugh, and you'd almost forgotten that she was even there. Daryl's cheeks were dusted a light pink, and you knew he would remind you of this later when you were alone.

"You two are good together." The woman spoke, causing you to look over in her direction. "I'm glad you found someone in all of this."

You gave her a shy smile, before looking down at your feet. You'd never been good with compliments, but she always seemed to have an abundance of them to give.

"After everything you've been through," she went on, this time glancing over at Daryl with a look that could only be described as approval. "You really deserve someone who can make you happy."

Happy. That is what this feeling was. You'd almost forgotten what the word meant, but you were suddenly reminded. Daryl had made you feel a lot of things since you'd met him - first a lot of nerves and sometimes even frustration, but eventually it became comfort and security. However, you realised that all along there were moments of happiness. Even back at the farm, the man never did fail to make you laugh - intentionally or unintentionally. Whether it was his dry sense of humour, or the wise-cracks he'd make in those days where he seemed younger, and more willing to fight the world.

You looked over at the man like you'd only just come to the most obvious of realisations. Daryl Dixon made you happy - like nothing else had before.

As the night started to settle down, the atmosphere fizzled away along with it. Everyone had taken to their temporary sleeping arrangements, and you could tell that Daryl was holding back his yawns as he helped you clamber over the people left chatting on the floor. The day felt like it had gone on for a week, and you couldn't wait to just sink into bed and let your bandaged head meet the pillows.

Across the block, you spotted Rick talking to some of the new residents, and urged Daryl to return to the cell ahead of you. The man glanced down at your foot and then back up to your eyes, as though needing to state the obvious. You shook your head, telling him that you'd get Rick to help you up the stairs once you were done. You just wanted to talk to the officer briefly, and didn't want to keep Daryl up any longer than he needed to be.

He didn't seem entirely convinced, but he left you propped up against the wall where you instructed him to. His stubbornness had definitely rubbed off on you, you'd realised, and he could hardly attempt to fight against it.

"Deputy Grimes!" You called, once Daryl was out of ear-shot. "Get over here for a second."

The man looked up from his conversation, and you watched him excuse himself before making his way over. He looked equally as exhausted as the rest of you, and stepped heavily over the stone floor. Still, he gave you a small smile as he approached, and squeezed your shoulder.

"You did good today." He drawled, praising you for the second time tonight.

You rolled your eyes and slapped his chest with the back of your hand.

"Don't let Daryl hear you say that." You warned, with a teasing look. "I could have died, remember?"

You'd said the words in Daryl's Southern accent, impersonating the man the best you could. Rick laughed in response, and you quickly glanced over your shoulder just to double-check that the archer wasn't still looming there.

"Never knew him to be so uptight." The officer replied, and you shrugged.

"He just needs a good night’s sleep." You explained, glancing over at the staircase leading to the second floor. "I think we all do."

Rick especially seemed like he was dead on his feet, but he held it together well. You couldn't imagine the pressure he felt having to keep everyone safe during times like these. You wanted to ease that burden a little, or even just throw some distractions in the mix to make him forget about it.

"Anyway, I heard that Glenn found a camera at Woodberry." You started, watching as he raised an eyebrow at you.

A few hours ago you'd hijacked it, and briefly kidnapped the Grimes children for that photoshoot you'd been threatening. The polaroid had turned out even better than you'd hoped - and you had almost been tempted to keep it for yourself.

You pulled the picture from your pocket, careful not to bend it, and passed it to the man. His eyes squinted as he looked at it, flat atop his palm. Both Carl and Judy were sporting their sheriff's hats, and the older Grimes had his sister perched on his lap.

"Thank you for everything you've done for us, Rick." You told him, and watched as he brought the picture closer to his face. "I'll never forget how you were always there for me."

It was rare that you ever saw the man speechless, but in that moment you were sure you saw a glimpse of the same Rick Grimes you'd first encountered back at the farm - that officer friendly who would give anything for his family.

He shook his head wordlessly, before tucking the picture into the inside pocket of his jacket.

"You don't give yourself enough credit." He said quietly, before slinging one of your arms around his neck. "And I don't think you ever will."

You returned to your cell soon after that, bidding the officer goodnight at the door. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before reminding you to change your bandages in the morning. You laughed in response, wondering why all the men around you treated you like glass.

The room was quiet as you ducked under the sheet hanging at the doorway, and you shuffled inside. Daryl had lit the small lamp on the table, and it cast a warm, golden glow over him where he lay. He had his eyes closed, but you noticed he had your headphones on - connected to the walkman that was left at the edge of the mattress.

You could hear the faint din of the music as some sound escaped, and slowly made your way over to the bed - not wanting to startle the man. He was still fully dressed, and had his arms tucked under his head as he lay on his back. You didn't think he was asleep; rather, he seemed to be waiting for you.

You knelt down onto the mattress, feeling it dip beneath your weight as you crawled up beside him. He didn't react, so you pulled one side of the headphones from his ear, and brought your lips close to it.

"Boo." You whispered, and blew hot air there to make him shiver.

This time he cracked an eye open, and pulled you down beside him gently. He continued to be mindful of your head, and plumped a pillow up for you to lay on. He then removed the headphones, and twisted the ends of them so that the speaker parts were facing outwards.

You chuckled at the action, suddenly thinking back on your childhood where you'd share a pair with your friends. Daryl placed them in the space between the two of you, so that you could both listen to the songs together. You heard something by The Beatles play muffled, and closed your eyes to take in the melody.

The two of you talked briefly, and sleepily, for a bit. Daryl grumbled about you using him as a makeshift crutch for the majority of the night, and you just hummed in response. You caught him glancing over at you every now and then, but he made no attempt to pull you closer like he usually would have. You knew it was because of your head; he didn't even have to tell you.

"Hershel said it might leave a small scar." You told him, like it was a secret you felt needed to be disclosed.

You didn't really mind all that much, but you knew Daryl had a tendency to look at you guilt-stricken whenever he saw you injured. You just wanted to warn him - just in case.

"Like Harry Potter or some shit?" The man mumbled, and you rolled your eyes.

"Maybe." You replied.

The chatter downstairs had settled, and all that remained was the tinny sound of the music that quietly played near your ear. You swallowed thickly, staring up at the ceiling to see the uneven cracks that marred it.

"Will you still love me if I have a gawdy scar over my forehead?" You asked teasingly - but a part of you felt nervous to hear the response.

Then, your eyes widened as you realised your choice of words. You sat up, immediately feeling the blood rush to your head as you did so.

"Wait-" you stuttered, noticing the man's expression. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

He cut you off before you could finish.

"I will."

You blinked, but he pulled you back down to him - this time letting you lay your head gently over his chest.

"Know I ain't said it before, but-" he paused, "I love ya."

His heartbeat pounded quickly against your cheek, as though proving his words.

"I love ya so goddamn much, so don't ever pull that shit on me again."

You felt tears start to well up in your eyes, and hoped he couldn't feel them dampen his shirt.

"I love ya - you crazy woman who shot the governor an' took a bullet for me."

You swallowed thickly, trying to hide the wateriness of your voice as you responded.

"I love you too, Dixon." You admitted, wondering why you hadn't done so before.

You'd loved the man almost as long as you could remember; but it was one thing to love, and another thing to be loved in return.

"I won't let anything on this earth take me away from you." You mumbled against him. "You don't have to worry about that."

Daryl breathed in deeply, and you moved along with the rise and fall of his chest. This is what happiness felt like, you decided. Happiness wasn't as perfect as you had once thought it to be - back in the old world. It wasn't that amazing job, or the hard-earned paycheck, nor was it the men who called you pretty whilst giving you an ugly stare. Happiness for you was now walking around the perimeter of a dingy prison, hand-in-hand, as you stared up at the morning sun preparing for a fight. Happiness was those nights you'd stay awake, listening to the laughs down the hall of Maggie and Glenn as they whispered about their future together, and noticing that Daryl was eavesdropping, too. Most importantly, happiness was the man who you woke up next to, and the sound of his voice as he told you 'good morning.'

You looked down at his hand, resting on his chest, and saw the ink there that had smudged throughout the day. The walkman finished its tune, and there was a brief, few-second silence before it skipped to the next one. A familiar melody rang out, and Daryl placed a careful kiss over your hair.

"I like this song." He whispered against you, and you nodded in return.

"Yeah, me too."

A/N It took 20 chapters, 120k words, but they finally exchanged their ‘I love you’s.’ I think it was obvious that they already loved each other before this, but hearing them say it out loud just-

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