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When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 12

Pt. 1 pt. 11 Ao3

In which Dani walk in on something and Vlad gets a verbal smackdown.

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Jason hummed as Danny cuddled closer to the steady thrum of the man's core. He’d been purring for the past thirty minutes as they watched the movie playing on his laptop., piled on Danny’s bed with their feet tangled together, and Danny didn’t even know if Jason knew he was doing it. They hadn’t yet broached the topic. Afterall, asking someone about their death was usually a one way ticket to getting in a knockdown dragout fight. And not the endearing kind that some ghosts used to show affection. It didn’t after though. Danny purred back.

“Hey Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we dating?”

Danny paused the movie and turned to look up at Jason. He had his thinking face on. The one where his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together in a tight line. It was adorable.

“I don’t see why not,” Danny replied, “Why?”

“I dunno, I just- We’ve been on a couple dates and I didn’t know if we were still trying things out or- this feels very couple-y though.” he said.

“Is that a good thing?”

Jason paused for a second, “yeah,” he said, “yeah it is.” Danny smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

“Good.” It wasn’t the first time, and it was short, but it made Jason smile.

“That was good too.”

“Oh yeah?” they asked, shifting to face their boyfriend and kissing him again, “How was that?” Jason didn’t answer, only hummed as he pulled Danny in for another kiss. Then another. Then another.

The laptop fell off the bed with a small thump, their movie long forgotten as the two made out like lovedrunk teenagers. At some point Danny ended up on their back with Jason’s tongue somewhere down their throat and his knees on either side of their hips. His hand had just begun creeping up their shirt when the door opened.

“Oooooohhhh.” The two bolted apart, Jason somehow managing to hit the back of his head on a shelf.

“Tristan I swear to the Ancients-” Danny started, but it wasn’t his roommate standing in the doorway. “Dani?” they asked.

“Dad?’’ she responded.

Jason’s eyes blew wide, ‘Dad?’ he mouthed. Shit. This was not something Danny wanted to explain so early in their relationship. They shot a look towards their boyfriend in a way that said ‘I’ll explain later’ before turning to their clone.

“Dani, what are you doing here?”

Dani rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly looking uncomfortable “Uuh, is this a bad time?” she asked, gesturing to Jason, “Should I go, or-?”

Danny looked between the two again before sighing. “No, it’s fine. Come in,” He said, gesturing her in as he did a quick tidy up of his bed, retrieving the laptop from the ground and setting it safely on the nightstand. “What brings you here, Dani? Not that I’m not glad to see you or anything but-” they gestured loosely.

Dani didn’t seem bothered. “Hm? Oh, Vlad kicked me out. Is that popcorn?” she asked, not waiting for an answer before picking up the bowl and taking its place at the foot of the bed. She held one hand out to Jason as the other shoveled popcorn into her mouth.

“I’m Danny’s daughter Dani,” she said, not bothering to chew or swallow first. “It’s spelt with an ‘i’ incase you get confused. You can also call me Ellie or just Elle if that’s easier for you. Not Danielle though, that’s what Vlad calls me but I think it’s too stuffy.”

Jason shot Danny a quizzical glance before taking Dani’s hand.

“I’m Jason, Danny’s boyfriend,” he said, seemingly having recovered from his shock. “He didn’t tell me he had a kid, but it’s nice to meet you.”

Dani’s head swiveled to send an accusatory glare at her original and she let out a mock gasp.

“Father how could you?” She said, looking entirely offended. Danny felt the heat rise in their cheeks.

“Dani, I’m twenty,” they started, “Forgive me if having a kid isn’t the first thing I advertise to a potential partner.”

Dani huffed, “Yeah, yeah, go on and make sense. You're not the only one,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes and leaning back as she shoved another fistfull of popcorn in her mouth. “Hey do you have any of that ecto-cheese powder I sent you? It tastes great on this stuff.” His clone was smirking sure, but she was his clone and Danny didn’t miss the way she was curled in on herself and clearly deflecting, because that’s how he acted when something was bothering him.

“What does that mean?” he asked, taking a more serious tone.

Dani only smiled at him, confused, “What do you mean? Dairy King helped me make it and it makes literally everything taste better. Do you still have it?” Danny shook his head. That wasn’t what he meant and she knew it. Then what she had said earlier registered and it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

“Dani, why did Vlad kick you out?” His clone snorted, her eyes darting around the room, refusing to meet his eyes, before finally landing in her lap. It was silent for a moment before she took a deep breath.

“Vlad’s trying to get over Maddie,” she started before adding, “Vlad’s my other Dad,” for Jason’s benefit. “And apparently, there’s not enough room in his giant manor for all his guests plus me so he kicked me out. Told me to come bother you for a change.” Danny was seeing green. He didn’t even realize how tight he’d been clenching his fists until Jason reached out and gently removed his grip from the hem of his shirt.

“It’s okay though,” Dani hurried out, shaking off the thin layer of frost that had begun spreading around the room, “I didn’t want to stay in that stuffy place anyway. And I’ve been meaning to visit you. I’ve never been to Gotham and I was hoping we could do stuff together. Y’know? Like Father/Daughter bonding time.”

Danny took a deep breath as he attempted to reign in the cold. The chilly air calmed his nerves but he didn’t want Jason to freeze. He could already hear his teeth chattering.

“That sounds great kid,” he said before turning to his boyfriend, “You wouldn’t mind if I excused myself to make a quick call would you? I promise I’ll explain everything later.”

Jason looked between Danny and his daughter before shaking his head. Danny smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks, and I’m sorry about movie night getting ruined,” he smirked.

Jason shrugged, “Eh, I'm sure we’ll be able to pick up where we left off.”

“Ew, guys, I’m still right here,” Dani groaned, making Danny laugh as he got up.

“Get used to it, sport,” he said, grabbing his phone and ruffling her hair on his way to the door.

“Don’t call me sport,” Dani grumbled, wrinkling her nose as Danny closed the door.

Danny sighed into the silence of the hallway. It was midday so most students would either be in class or roaming around outside enjoying the nice weather. He appreciated the solitude as he dialed Vlad’s house number.

He groaned, already hearing Dani begin to question Jason, through the door. That was not something he wanted to deal with.

“Is that a proper way to greet someone?” Vlad’s voice rang through the receiver. Danny ground his teeth, he’d forgotten how annoying this man’s voice was.

“Shut up Vlad. That wasn’t directed at you.”

“Oh, feisty today aren’t we Daniel? Tell me, to what do I owe the pleasure?” his voice was sickeningly sweet, if he hadn’t been so full of rage, Danny would have hurled.

“Oh fuck off Vlad, you know exactly why I’m calling.” He snapped, Vlad didn’t sound phased.

“Language, Daniel,” he chided, “and I am afraid I haven’t the faintest clue. Please, enlighten me.” Danny wanted to punch a wall. He took a deep -shaky- breath instead.

“Dani just showed up at my dorm. She said you kicked her out, would you like to explain why?”

There was a short pause as the fruitloop thought over how he would spin the story.

“I didn’t kick her out,” ah, so he settled on a blatant lie, “I am merely busy this month and sent her to stay with her other parent, as Danielle is so keen on calling you. Really Daniel, it’s about time you paid your child support.”

Deep breath. Deep breath. Take a deep breath Danny. Okay fuck that.

“Okay fruitloop, may I remind you of a few things real quick,” Danny didn’t wait for an answer as he barrelled forward. “Point one: You cloned me without consent. I don’t owe you any fucking child support. Point two: Remember that deal we made? You feed, house, and clothe Dani, provide her with a good life with all that fucking money you have, and You get to parade me around as your heir and godson and all that shit, with the added bonus of: I don’t punch your fucking face in and eat your core. Do you understand? Or did you forget?” Danny was seething by the time he finished. The final question was meant to be rhetorical but Vlad answered anyway.

“I did not forget our deal, Daniel,” he drawled, sounding satisfyingly taken aback, “However, I must insist that Danielle stay in Gotham with you for the time being.”

“And how exactly do you expect me to take care of her? I love the kid but I can’t exactly keep a twelve year old in my shared dorm room.”

“Understood. Would an apartment work better?” That stunned Danny for a second. The chill surrounding him melted away as he tried wrapping his head around what he thought Vlad was suggesting.

“What?” he hissed.

“Oh please Daniel, don’t be so dramatic. If it would help satisfy our agreement, then I could easily secure housing for you and Danielle. I will send you the details soon. Now if that’s settled then I really must be going. Tata little badger.” The younger half ghost was left gaping as the receiver clicked, indicating the old man had hung up.

Okay what the fuck? Was Vlad planning something? He had to be planning something. Danny deflated against the wall as he let the implications of their conversation sink in. Yeah. Yeah, Plasmius was definitely planning something. And knowing him, it probably wasn’t going to be good.

Danny was jolted from his thoughts as the door next to him opened, Jason peeking his head out before walking through.

“Hey,” he said, taking Danny’s hands as he pressed into the half ghost’s space.

“Hey,” Danny replied, resting their intertwined hands on his boyfriend’s waist. Jason gave him a quick kiss before leaning back.

“Look I promise this doesn’t have anything to do with what’s happening right now, but I have to go.” A million worries passed through Danny’s head as he stared into Jason’s gorgeous ocean eyes. But all possibilities of hurt were washed away as Jason stared back. Danny smiled and nodded. Jason smiled in return.

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised as he pulled away and took off down the hall. Danny really hoped that would be true.

He took a few more seconds to breathe before heading back in.

“So what’d you say to spook him?” Danny jokingly asked upon returning to find Dani rifling through his snack drawer. “Y’know, other than calling me ‘dad’,” The gremlin stopped her rummaging for a second to stare up at him and shrug.

“Hey, it’s technically true and it’s funny,” she said, stuffing a bag of chocolate into her hoodie pocket and sitting back to tear into a bag of chex mix.

Danny raised an eyebrow and flopped down next to her on the floor. “Maybe for you,” he whined, reaching for a handful of the snack, “You’re not the one who’s a teenage parent.”

“Sucks to suck,” the annoyance replied, jerking the bag away from his outstretched hand. “And for your information,” she started, pointing a pretzel at him for emphasis, “I didn’t say anything. I was merely asking the man what his intentions with my genetic template were- which i guess were obvious based on what I just walked in on,” she shivered at the thought, ‘’Then he got a text or something and left,” She shrugged and threw the pretzel in her mouth before dumping the rest of the bag after it.

Dani looked thoughtfully into the empty bag before crumpling it up and throwing it at the waste bin across the room. It hit the wall next to the bin and bounced to the floor. They both stared at it laying there before Dani begrudgingly got up to throw it away properly.

Danny let the back of his head hit the floor as he closed his eyes. It was comforting that Jason’s departure hadn’t been about Dani showing up, however it was still worrying. The last- and only other time- Jason had left in such a hurry Danny hadn't heard from him for days. The man insisted he was fine and it was just a work thing but still…

“So what’s his deal anyway?” Dani asked, settling back down with a fresh bag of popcorn and a small green container. Danny looked at her, confused, as she dumped the green powder into the popcorn bag and shook it. Evidently she caught his questioning stare because she actually held out the bag for him. “It’s that ecto-cheese powder I was talking about. Dunno why it was under your bed, but it tastes fine to me.” Danny tentatively took a handful of the bright green popcorn. It wasn’t the color that was concerning, but moreso the ‘cheese’ part, like who the fuck puts cheese on popcorn? Visionaries apparently. He tried going back for another handful but Dani kicked him. The little brat (/affectionate).

“So?” Dani prompted as he nursed his wound.

“So what?” Danny asked, looking back at her as he reached for a snack of his own.

Dani rolled her eyes. “Jason,” she said plainly, “What’s his deal? Like I can tell he’s at least kinda dead, but like-’ she paused to gesture loosely at the air, “-is he like us or-?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Didn’t ask,” he shrugged. Dani raised an eyebrow. “Look, we just- haven’t had that conversation yet. We only just decided on being a legit couple like ten minutes before you showed up. Cut me some slack.”

His clone sighed and threw an unpopped kernel at him. “Fine, but that’s important stuff. And I wanna know the tea, so don’t even think about not telling me.”

Danny laughed and knocked his head against hers. “Sure thing kid. Hey, did I tell you that Vlad offered to get us an apartment?” Dani’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by a gasp. Danny watched his own wisp of blue frozen air dissipate as they locked eyes.

“You wanna go see who’s ass we gotta kick?” He asked, mirroring Dani’s grin.

“Fuck yeah! But you’re telling me all about that phone call later.”

“Bet.”

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Pt. 13

#when you accidentally kill a clown #bucket writes things #fic #long post #dead on main #dp x dc #dp x dc jason todd #dp x dc danny fenton #i know father/daughter Dannies arent very popular but #i think its would be a runnibg gag between the two of them #they lowkey vibe more like sibling but dani likes being a little shit #i wonder what pulled Jason away so ubruptly

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braindead-virtually-tv · 2 years

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Yeah I'm really looking forward to kicking back and watching SmackDown tomorrow can't wait!

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liloscreativeadventures · 4 years

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I Don’t Miss You

Summary: After 2 years of dating, AJ and OC have called it quits. AJ not wanting to be in a relationship in fear that it might end up the same way his previous relationship did. In a divorce. Decides to save OC the trouble of disappointing her.

Pairing: AJ Styles x OC (Esme De Leon); Finn Balor x OC (platonic)

Author’s Note: So sorta been rekindling my love for wrestling and AJ styles so this is what has come out of it. Song is “Yeah, No” by Elle Winter. Characters other than Esme belong to WWE.

You know everything about me But you don’t know a single thing about me Didn’t we spend enough nights That you should me inside and out? Yeah, you’d think you’d know by now

AJ Styles walked into the arena that was hosting tonight’s Raw. He wasn’t scheduled to be there at the taping today since he would now be appearing on Smackdown. He was just stopping by to visit and hang out with some friends. He was really hoping to run into Esme. Esme was his ex-girlfriend of 2 years. He was hoping to talk to her about the decision that he had made several months ago. His poor decision in wanting to break up with her.

He had met Esme when he had first made his official WWE debut back in 2016. She had been one of the few people to approach him and introduce themselves. It had taken her a lot of courage to talk to him as she had long been a fan of his work since his days with TNA. But beyond that was her crush on him. She had never told him when they first met but it had come up when they had first started dating. She had dreams of meeting him one day but always faced that reality that it may never occur. Esme was like a breath of fresh air for him. She was shy and timid when it came to meeting new people. But the second you got to know her, a different side of her came out. A vibrant and bubbly personality that was waiting to come out.

She never cared about the age difference. He was almost 10 years older than her but she didn’t care. If he loved her than she loved him too. Their relationship did not need to be defined by how much older he was or how much younger she was. She made him happy. It was the most complete he had ever felt in his life. More complete than his previous marriage. But he had fears that if Esme and he ever got married, it would end up the same way as his previous marriage. He didn’t want that. He wanted to protect Esme from that happening. So he ended the relationship to save him from his fear of commitment in another relationship and to protect her from being able to have her dreams of being a wife and mom.

But you’re oblivious, clueless, frankly kinda stupid Thinking that I’m spending m time Home alone crying, wonderin’ why-ing Wishing that you were still mine

Finn Balor and Esme stood outside of the men’s locker room just catching up and going over his match with Seth Rollins and Jeff Hardy. Esme would be accompanying him to the match. She was dressed in one of Finn’s shirts that wardrobe had cut to be a backless halter crop top with black pants and black knee high boots. Her black waist length hair had been straightened with her bangs brushed to the right side of her face. “I’m really just glad it’ll be a fairly simple match for you. I don’t know if I could do anything in these boots.” She said making a face as Finn chuckled.

“I mean you do get a piece of the action in the end of the match.” Finn said as she laughed.

“That’s true.” Esme said as Finn looked down the hallway to see AJ walking in their direction.

Esme’s brown eyes turned to follow Finn’s eyes to meet AJ’s blue eyes that were staring right at her. The butterflies in her stomach fluttering inside and she had to remind herself that it was him who had decided to call it quits. ‘Don’t fall for his trap, Emmie. He was the one who wanted out of your relationship.’ She told herself. Finn looked between the two noticing the hesitation.

“Hey AJ. What are you doing here?” Finn asked breaking the silence as he shook hands with AJ.

“Just stopped by to visit everyone. What are you two up to?” He asked looking at Finn then back at Esme.

“Oh, we were just going over my match tonight.” Finn said as Esme nodded her head, “But I was just about to head to catering to get some water before. Did you guys wanna come?”

“I think I’m okay. I was actually hoping to talk to Esme for a second. If you had some time, Esme?” AJ asked looking at her as Esme looked from Finn to him.

“Umm yeah that’s fine. I’ll meet you before the match, Finn.” She said as Finn nodded his head leaving the two alone.

Esme pulled at her top as AJ looked at her. God he had to resist the urge to just kiss her. Esme bit her lip before looking at him to ask, “So what did you want to talk about?”

AJ took a deep breath before saying, “I miss you.”

Esme blinked her ears trying to make sure she heard him correctly, “I’m - I’m sorry?”

“I said I miss you, Esme. God I miss you so much.” He said looking at her as she took a step back.

“No - No - No you don’t get to say that, AJ. You don’t get to say you miss me when you’re the one who broke up with me. You wanted this. You wanted out of this relationship because you wanted to ‘save me the trouble’ of being hurt when the idea of marriage came up. So don’t say that.” Esme argued looking at him.

“I know, Emmie.” He said as she shot him a look at the sound of her nickname and he threw his arms okay, “I’m sorry. Force of habit. Look, I know I was in the wrong, Esme. I was honestly afraid of what was going on with our relationship.”

“You were afraid that we were gonna end up like your previous marriage?” Esme asked as he nodded his head, “Look AJ, I’ve told you many times that I’m not her. I will never be her. I love - loved you with everything that I had because you made me happy. I mean sure I would have loved the idea of being married to you but if it wasn’t something you weren’t ready for I wouldn’t have forced you into wanting that.”

“And I’m sorry, Esme. I should have let you know how I was feeling. I was just afraid to hold you back for those things. I wanted you to be able to be a wife and a mom. I just I couldn’t see that for myself until I really sat down and thought about it. I’m really sorry.” AJ started to say as Esme looked away from him, “I realize that you’re not her. And if I could turn back time to fix everything, I would. Just so that I would have talked to you about this before I broke things up. I was stupid and I was afraid. But I want another chance with you. To prove that this time around things are going to be different. Esme, is there a chance that you would be willing to give us another a shot?”

Esme turned her head to look at him. Her brown eyes meeting his piercing blue eyes. Those blue eyes that she had come to love for so long.

Yeah, no, yeah, no Stop thinking I miss you Don’t, I don’t It never was an issue So let go Don’t tell me that you’re here for me ‘Cause I don’t give a **** boy, anymore Got my closure when I closed that door Bet you think my love is still yours, boy Bet you think my love is still yours, yours

Seth Rollins, Finn Balor, & Jeff Hardy vs. The Miz & Miztourage

Esme and Finn watched as Jeff and Seth headed out to the ring. Esme and Finn looked at each other smiling. They gave each other a fist bump. Something that had become a routine for them every time they headed out to the ring. Finn’s music started playing and they could hear the fans cheering. They stepped out to the top of the ramp and went in opposite directions to point to the fans before meeting each other in the middle. Walking down, Finn stopped midway to turn around to fix pop his leather jacket up while Esme blew him a kiss as her looked at her. They both made their way down towards the ring. Finn climbed the steps to rush to the middle as Esme climbed the stairs after him She met him at the middle and they posed. Her blowing a kiss to the fans as he bounced against the ring. She got in the ring as he made his way to the turnbuckle and climbed up to get into the ring. Standing next to Seth, they chatted for a bit laughing together.

AJ watched from the back. He took in the sight of her in the ring. He watched as she took Finn’s jacket and they shared a quick kiss. AJ’s stomach churned. He knew it was scripted but he was still protective of her. Esme smiled before climbing out of the ring with Seth’s help. She winked at him as he laughed at her climbing down. The ref rang the bell as the match started.

End of the Match

Seth pinned Miz to get the win as Esme jumped up and down outside of the ring. Seth got up to shake hands with Jeff but Bo Dallas went to attack them. Jeff caught him and hit the Twist of Fate as Finn climbed the turnbuckle hitting his move on Bo. They continued attacking Bo as Miz crept up behind Esme to grab her by the wrist. Esme screamed ‘Let me go!’ as the three guys looked her way and Finn got ready to jump out to help her. Esme leaned back to avoid the clothesline. Once his arm flew by her head, Esme turned her body so that she could kick Miz in the face. He fell to the ground just as Esme jumped on top of him to punch him in the face. Finn jumped out of the ring to pull her off. “That’s enough, Esme. Come on.” He whispered as she growled at Miz.

Jeff and Seth helped her into the ring as Finn climbed up beside her. Getting inside, the crowd cheered as Esme stood between Seth and Finn holding their arms up in the arm. The four of them climbed out of the ring making their way to the back.

After the match

They made their way back. They got out of gorilla and Jeff turned to look at Esme. “Did you really growl at him, Emmie?” He asked as the guys laughed.

Esme laughed punching Jeff in the shoulder, “I couldn’t help it.”

“The growl was extra emphasis on her attack.” Seth joked throwing his arm around her shoulder as they all laughed, “Come on. Onward we shall go.”

The guys dropped Esme off to the women’s locker where she grabbed her leather jacket and through it over her clothes. She wanted to go look for one of her close friend’s Natalya, who was also just visiting Raw. She found her in catering chatting with some other friends. Natalya got up and rushed to greet her. Pulling her into an embrace, “Emmie girl.”

“Hey Nattie! Good to see you.” She said as Natalya let go of her.

“How’s it been? Heard you ran into you know who.” Natalya said as they walked out of catering.

“I’ve been good. Technically I didn’t run into him. He was walking around the hallway looking for me” Esme said.

“Well what did he want?” Natalya asked as they walked down the hallway.

“Said he made a mistake and that he was sorry for breaking up with me.” Esme said giving Natalya the shorter version of the story.

But Nattie of course knew her better than that and looked at her, “And?”

“He wanted to see if there was a chance we could get back together.” Esme said as Natalya stopped walking.

Esme kept walking until she noticed Natalya wasn’t next to her. She turned to look at Natalya, “What?”

“He wanted to see if there was a chance you guys could get back together?” Natalya asked Esme nodded her head, “Please tell me you answered him yes.

Esme looked at her before saying, “Are you serious, Nattie? The guy was the one who wanted to break up with me. He was the one who wanted out because he “wanted to save me the trouble” of having my heartbroken if I ever thought of getting married with him because that wasn’t in his plans.”

“Emmie, what if he had a change of heart? I mean I know he was married before and he had fears that maybe your relationship would end up the same way his previous one did. But maybe he’s come to realize that you’re different and you’re not her?” She asked.

“That’s exactly what he said.” Esme said tugging on her leather jacket.

Yeah, no, yeah, no Yeah, no, yeah, no Yeah, no, yeah, no Yeah, no, yeah, no

But maybe just maybe she did miss him.

#aj styles x oc #aj styles x reader #aj styles image #aj styles imagines

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jin-was-here · 4 years

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PLEASET ELL ME YOU WERE WATCHING SD BC THAT LAST BIT WITH DANIEL AND THE FIEND AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME

Ahshehdjdjj I'm so sorry. I got in a weird mood during smackdown. I'll have to see it when I go home today. 👀👀👀👀

#can't believe i missed my rights.#ask jin

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micorx · 6 years

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Wounded

Commission for @yumeeillustrations

Pairing: David King/Jake Park

David King and Jake Park seemed to be complete polar opposites. David was brash, and always head first into the action. Whether that be bar brawls or taking hits for other survivors. Meanwhile, Jake… Jake was quiet, stealthy… The killer usually counted themselves lucky if they even glanced his rear leaving the exit gates. However, David's mug was almost always the first one seen.

So, despite what the others would have thought, when the two found themselves sitting next to each other at the campfire after the trials, they didn't feel like moving away. Soon enough, Jake's slight frame could always be seen huddled next to David's as they made plans for the next trial. Usually the plan always revolved around finding each other and going from there. Usually, "going from there" would mean Jake sabotaging all the hooks around David while he looped the killer into the next dimension. Who knows, maybe one day that might actually happen and they could wind up actually hanging out without the threat of immortality and repeated deaths hanging over their heads.

Maybe then Jake would explain to David what exactly it meant when he would place a hand on his hip between trials and not move. David found himself severely affected each and every time, over the smallest touch Jake gave him. It was almost annoying. Almost.

David would classify himself as annoyed, but he could never get annoyed at Jake.

David King, the bar brawler with a short temper, could not get annoyed at a secretive Asian with a thing for sabotage. That was annoying. It was hard to remember who he was when Jake made him forget everything that he ever knew with a goddamn hip touch. It made him feel like a teenager again. More specifically, when he found out about porn. It was kind of bullshit the way Jake made him feel. Normally, he didn't feel things about people. He would bang, leave, then go back to the bar for another round with someone else. Gender didn't matter, but availability did. People who were getting drunk at noon were almost always available.

Back to the task at hand, they were at the campfire again. There was a searing pain in David's shoulder from the last trial. He was still a bit wounded, seeing as the last trial was one without Jake. Meg tried her best to help him out, but in the end… it wasn't enough. David ended up sacrificing himself for the other survivors. He refused to let Claudette heal him up afterwards. His pride was a bit hurt from the absolute smackdown the Huntress laid on him mere moments before.

Lost in thought, David was jolted from his peaceful silence when a gentle hand touched his hip. "Jesus, mate! What the 'ell!" He snarled, furrowing his eyebrows as Jake peered up at him silently. "The fuck you want this time? No, the trial didn't go well. Ya don't 'ave to ask."

Jake huffed a small breath out of his nose, before shaking his head and opening the med-kit in his lap.

"'ey, I don't need none 'a that. I can do it myself."

Jake smacked his shoulder, making David let out a low grunt of pain. "You don't deserve pain for the failures of others. Let me help." It appeared that Jake didn't exactly need permission, judging by how he was already patching up the wound. The only good thing about being in the fog was the fact that their injuries always healed within a matter of minutes.

However, it seemed that Jake was purposefully taking his time caring for David. His hands moved slowly and deliberately, gently pressing down on the bandages when he was done. "'M not gonna thank ya. I didn' want your help or need it."

"The profuse bleeding from your shoulder said otherwise," Jake began putting away the medical supplies as an excuse not to look at David's belligerent expression, "your pride is what gets you killed. You don’t know when to stop and breathe. Your pain is audible throughout the entire area. You happen to be almost as loud and grating as Bill."

"Thanks for that, ya cunt. Doesn't really help, ya know… Kinda hard not to scream in pain when a weapon plows through mah' back!" David snarled, turning away defensively.

Jake didn't take the insult personally. He knew David. He knew that the European resorted to scathing remarks when his pride was hurt. Jake gently placed the med-kit down near his feet, before glancing at David again. He gently placed a hand on David's hip, watching the tension drain out of David's back.

Jake hesitated for a moment, before pressing his forehead into the space between David's shoulder-blades. He released a heavy breath, his own tension draining. "You need to relax. In order to succeed on your own, you need to place more thought into what you do next. Think of where the pallets are, who the killer is… and where I am."

"The fuck… what does that matter?" David asked quietly, not knowing what to do about the slight weight being pressed into his spine. He kind of liked it.

"Just know… that whether or not I'm in the trial with you…. I'll be here after. To help you lick your wounds." Jake knew that David's first words out of would be indignant, so he forcefully turned David around and covered his mouth. "Don't you dare argue with me. Not anymore. There isn't any point."

David huffed against Jake's palm, before licking it. "You…! Child!" Jake hissed, wiping his hand on his jeans. "Why I spend time with you, I have no idea. Disgusting!" Jake can handle dirt, blood, and gore, but the moment spit comes into the picture he's out of there.

David laughed boisterously, holding his gut as Jake furiously cleaned his hand. Across the campfire, giggles could be heard from Dwight and Meg. Good to see Jake's rare outburst was seen by others as well.

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WS has a classic case of falling for the mark with the added bonus of accidental marriage. Tony just wonders what the hell happened last night.

Married in Haste

The secret of a happy marriage is finding the right person. -- Julia Child

Tony thought it was a prank at first; it seemedlike the sort of thing Rhodey would do. A guy with a metal arm gunned down afucking ninja right in front of Tony, the blood splattering in a theatricalspray against the wall (good special effects, by the way, really top notch onthe fake blood) and then turned to Tony, holding out the metal hand.

“Come with me if you want to live,” he said.

The guy was fucking gorgeous, dark, messy hairand eyes as blue as ice chips, a rich, sensual, ultimately kissable mouth and ascruff of dark beard like he was only on nodding acquaintance with a razor.“Yeah, right, Terminator,” Tony said. He’d been drinking and gambling and allthe other fun stuff that you did when you were out in Vegas, and now he wasgoing back to his hotel when this…

The smell of blood hit him like a truck.

“What the fuck?” He stared at the body. “Youshot him.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” the man snapped. “He wasgonna stab you in the neck, so… can we go now? Where there’s one, there’smore.”

“Who are you?” Tony jerked away, backing uphastily.

“Ug, I don’t have time for this,” the man said.He lowered his head for just a moment, then sprung forward without warning. Hecaught Tony around the middle, bent Tony over his shoulder and picked him up.“Can we not struggle, I’m in a hurry, here?”

Of course Tony was going to struggle, JesusChrist. He’d been kidnapped by more people than any single human being oughtto, and the one thing he knew is that you never, ever cooperated.

He was still struggling when the guy dumped himinto the front seat of a black SUV. The man was weirdly gentle, despite Tony’sbest efforts, and he had a really high pain tolerance, because Tony had triedseveral of his better self-defense moves.

“Tony, stop, come on,” the man said. “I don’twant you to die, and I do not have time to explain right-- ah, fuck it. I’msorry.” The guy groped in the glove compartment for a moment, took out a shinysyringe and plunged it into Tony’s thigh.

“Ow!” Tony struggled harder, managed to get hisfoot against the man’s chest and shoved, but he’d only managed to stagger outof the vehicle when gravity picked him up and slammed him down like a SaturdayNight Special in the WWE smackdown. “Wha th ‘ell’s that?” he managed to gaspout.

“Ketamine,” the man said. “Sorry.”

The world went away in a haze of blackness.

(Watch out for the break!)

“James,” the red-head said coolly, “you know Ican’t marry you two if he’s not consenting.”

Bucky Barnes pointed the gun at his long timeally and friend. “I need the paperwork, Tash. It’s important and I don’t gottime to argue with you. Hydra’s coming, and we’re in trouble.”

“Don’t make me take that away from you,” Natashasaid. She was looking down at her manicured nails. “Wake him up, get him to sayyes. I won’t ask too many questions, but I like being able to sleep at night.”

Bucky almost laughed. Natasha had the weirdestsense of honor for a thief and a forger. She didn’t mind getting amass-murderer out of the country without being picked up, but she balked atmarrying an unconscious person.

Tony was limp, barely on his feet. Swaying andincoherent. Didn’t know where he was, didn’t know who he was with.

Bucky didn’t really know him at all, either.What he knew was from weeks of watching the man, leaning him, figuring him out.But that had all been done at a distance, and while Bucky had slowly gotteninterested in the man, respected and admired him, Tony had no idea that Buckywas a paid mercenary, and that Tony was supposed to be dead -- Bucky glanced atthe clock -- thirty hours ago.

“Come on, kitten,” Bucky said, low andpersuasively. “Wake up a little an’ tell Tash you love me.” Such a lie. Buckywas such a liar, but if it meant Tony kept living and breathing for a whilelonger, Bucky was willing to lie until his tongue turned black.

Tony turned a little, eyes blearily seeking hisface, looking for the sound of Bucky’s voice in the darkness. “Huh?”

Bucky lowered his mouth to speak directly inTony’s ear. Ketamine made people very… agreeable, most of the time. “You loveme, right? Yeah, say yes, say it, come on, Tony, you want to live, don’t you?You want to live, tell me you love me.”

Tony blinked a few more times. “Yeah, yeah,” hesaid, like he was chewing on the words. “Want… want to…”

Well, Tony probably meant he wanted to live. Butit was enough.

Natasha signed the wedding license. Got them newidentification. Congratulated him on a very malleable husband.

Tony woke up.

Sunlight poured in the window, setting all thebrilliant white sheets and pillows aglow. Given that he had a big black hole wherehis memory of the past several hours was supposed to be, Tony was surprisedthat his head didn’t hurt.

He stretched, cautiously. Nothing hurt, not muchat any rate. He had a bruise on his thigh and… was he wearing a wedding ring?

“Hey, kitten,” a vaguely familiar voice said.Tony startled in surprise. The man who’d kidnapped him was standing in thedoorway holding… two cups of coffee? He sat one down on the bedside table. “Youtake it black, right?”

“Not from you,” Tony said. He was stripped tohis boxers, weaponless. There was no way out of the room except past hiskidnapper, who was not unarmed. Not even mentioning that metal arm, the man hada small arsenal on him.

“Look, we’re in the same boat now,” the mansaid. “My name’s Bucky. I was hired to kill you. Changed m’ mind. But thepeople who hired me are gonna be tryin’ twice as hard now, to knock you and meout of the equation. I might make it six months on my own before Hydra findsme. You… kitten you’re gonna last two days, at the most, if you don’t let mehelp you.”

Tony wasn’t entirely unconvinced. He’d certainlybeen a sought-after target for kidnappers; maybe assassination was next on thelist. He held out his hand. “And the marriage?”

“Gives us an excuse to be traveling together,”Bucky said. “One bedroom. An’ there’s the fact that I ain’t lettin’ you out ofmy damn sight, like ever again.”

“Stalker much?” Tony sighed.

“Look, I won’t say this is my fault; I just gota call about a contract an’ took it,” Bucky said. “But I would have done youquick and painless. You wouldn’t have had time to be afraid, or to be in pain.That’s not what’s gonna happen now, if Hydra catches you. Consider it anapology.”

“You consider a marriage an apology for notkilling me?”

“If you want, I can shoot you now and save usboth the trouble.” But Bucky wasn’t meeting Tony’s gaze and the back of hisneck was turning a delightful shade of pink.

“Could you?” Tony asked. He leaned back in thebed, tucking his arms behind his head. “Could you really?”

Bucky shot a heated look at him from under thecurtain of his thick hair. “Drink your coffee an’ stop bein’ an ass, kitten,”Bucky said. “We ain’t got time for this. Gotta roll again in less’n an hour.Won’t take ‘em long to track us down. Not yet. There’s a safe house, we mightbe able to get there day after tomorrow. Might keep us hid for a while.”

“So, um… Bucky? Husband. Darling?”

“What, kitten?”

“What’s my new last name?”

That beautiful blush grew until Bucky’s face wasburning with it. Tony smiled. This was going to be fun.

“Barnes,” Bucky managed.

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #marriage of convenience #except not really #wow tony #prompts #tisfan #Anonymous

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