#Xiao Feng

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Goodbye My Princess (2019)

Goodbye My Princess

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[ley-sha-blog]

[perioddramapolls]

Period dramas dresses tournament: Red dresses Round 1- Group B: Qu Xiaofeng, Goodbye my princess (pics set kindof) vs Anne of Cleves, The six wives of Henry VIII

[tytangfei]

The sheer horror when she remembers everything and meets him face to face

[liquoriceleavess]

离开

It was too late for Xiao Feng's heart.

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And then it was too late for Xiao Feng's clan

[theimpalee]

[softstarsabove]

A little bday drabble that's very self-indulgent cause I've had a bad week :)

Not paired with anyone in specific, I wrote it with my comfort characters in mind

"Happy birthday to me.."

You sing quietly to yourself, trying to keep your voice even and the tears at bay. A little cake, made in a mug you use for tea because you didn't have enough to buy a proper cake sat in front of you on the otherwise empty table.

You continued to sing as you light the small pink candle in the dark room, hiccuping as a small cry threatened to escape.. god, of all days. Work was kicking your ass. Your co-workers seemed a bit more harsh in the last few days, but you couldn't think of anything you'd done..

You blow out the candle and pick up your fork, but you don't feel well enough to have a bite of something so sweet..

Knock knock knock

The sound of a key twisting in the lock sounded, and you look over to see the door open, a tall figure standing in the light-filled hall before stepping inside.

"What are you doing in the dark?" His voice was smooth and comforting as always, but tonight, the comfort seemed to make it harder to swallow through the lump in your throat, you're eyes glossing with fresh tears as he walked over, bending to wrap his arms around you from behind the chair, nuzzling his face into your hair.

"What's wrong, baby?" You could only shake your head, because honestly? Nothing was specifically wrong.. everything just seemed like a big deal when it really wasn't.

"I just.. I dunno- everything feels like it's going wrong lately.." your words are hardly above a whisper, holding one of his big hands around you, the warmth giving a sense of calm in the mess that was your mind.

He pressed a kiss to your head, "how much have you eaten today..?"

"..hardly any.." he gave a small sigh but didn't scold you. He simply picked up the fork you left on the table and scooped up a bit of cake to hold up for you to take a reluctant bite.

"..'t's too sweet.."

"Really?" He takes another scoop and takes a bite himself, chuckling when you cringe at the sight of having to share the silverware. A strange dislike of yours, sharing silverware, yet you'd makeout for hours like it was the best taste ever. "Mm, maybe a little. Just take small bites then."

He held another bit of cake up to your lips, smiling softly as you took it into your mouth. He knows you don't see it, but the fondness and love in his gaze has no match. You may think yourself unlovable sometimes, but he couldn't think of anyone who could even come close to how much love he holds for you.

You look up at him when he starts to hum, parting his lips to actually sing the words, "happy birthday to you..~"

You couldn't hold the small giggle while he sang. It was rare to hear, but boy, was it a gift to the ears when he did.

"Ah! There's a smile~!" He poked your cheek, a grin of his own painting his beautiful lips. He suddenly lifted a small gift bag to set on the table, "got you something~"

You give him a small look.. you told him not to, but you pull the bag a little closer anyway. Pulling out the tissue paper, you take out a small picture frame, a small smile tugging your lips when you see your favorite photo together in such a pretty decorated frame.

"Thank you.." he smiles and rests his chin on top of your head. "I had the frame custom made. Y'know how many shops I had to visit to find the perfect material~?"

You chew on your bottom lip, blinking away the tears that stung your eyes again, "there's one more thing."

You reach into the bag one more time and pull out a small ring box.. you try to turn your head to look up at him, but he doesn't let you, "open it."

You pull the box open, and there sat two simple silver rings, "they're promise rings.." he explained while sliding his hands from around you to the box, pulling one of the rings out and taking your hand. "..cause I promise I'll be here for every single birthday. Every year." His voice is smooth in your ears as he slides the ring on, a perfect fit, but he knew that.

Hiccuping with silent tears falling, you can only watch him slip the second ring onto his finger to match.

He hugs you tightly again, suddenly pulling you up from the chair to hold you in his arms, making you giggled through your tight throat.

"God, I love you so much." He sets you on your feet and lets you turn around to face him. Looking into his pretty eyes, you smile as he wipes your tears and pulls you a little closer.

"Love you too.. even more.." he grins, holding your chin between his fingers to tilt your hear a little, drawing you in. "Nah, I don't think so."

You close your eyes and lean in the rest of the way to meet him in a sweet kiss, your arms lifting to wrap around his neck while he holds your hips.

Maybe it isn't such a bad birthday after all..

[generalsdiary]

you brought your partner a flower bouquet. it isn’t something they often receive, and you felt a desire to change that. being a solemn, thoughtful person after thanking you they said;

“yes… it is sad that I’ll have to watch them die.” “they started dying the moment they were picked. kind of like humans, from the age of 25 their bodies officially begin to die.” upon hearing your words they look back at you, sharing a knowing look. “that is too short. I…” they clench their jaw for a moment. “humans have too short of a life span. we- I will find a way” soft, whispered words flowing between you two like a breeze on an early spring morning.

depending on the context behind their words, that perhaps brought you joy, that your loved one would go above and beyond to have as much time as possible with you. or it filled you with fear, knowing their history with such ways of life manipulation.

“no matter how much time we have, we will be alright. I cherish every moment I get with you. and once I’m gone-“

“please don’t say that.” their voice fell to a broken whisper. noticing the change in their body language, you moved closer, cupping their face, and matching their quiet tone you said, “let’s stay in the present. I’m right here, living and breathing. focus on me, on my heart,” you take their hand and place their palm on your chest. “on how it beats for you. for us.”

Dan Heng, Jingliu, Blade, Dan Feng, Neuvillette, Xiao, Wanderer, Scaramouche, Capitano

divider cr: @saradika

[yourcrumblingsaikiisnotmyproblem]

here's a few reminders for the mxtx fandom

1. Wei Wuxian had 2 older sister figures in his life and they both died trying to save him and in the end failed since he died anyway. (RIP Wen Qing and Jiang Yanli)

2. Mu Qing only ever had his mom other than XL and FX and she died a mortal death. We don't know anything about FX's mortal family.

3. Wen Ning was experimented on for 13 years in captivity after seeing his sister's ashes and blames himself still for wwx's downfall

4. He Xuan cannot leave the world even after his revenge to Shi Wudu and is purposeless for all of his immortal life.

5. Jin Ling will never taste his mom's handmade favourite soup.

6. Canon Feng Xin and Mu Qing do not know what happened at the temple to Xie Lian.

7. Jiang Cheng will probably never be good enough in his own eyes (until he has like grand-nephews or something)

8. Shi Qingxuan will (probably) die a mortal death.

9. Some of Nie Huaisang's last words to Nie Mingjue were that he never wanted to be a clan leader.

10. XL and WWX both tried to protect a certain demographic that got wiped out anyway and made them public enemies and reason for their eventual downfall making it essentially ineffective.

11. All the calamities are actually gods who could or did ascend heaven.

12. Xiao Xingchen killed himself after finding out he wiped out villages full of innocent people and his own best friend who he gave up his eyes for. And realising his pursuit of helping the world was worthless.

[hawksbacktattoo]

Pent Up | Sensei Wolf x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has gone too long without her lovers touch

Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, chøking, slight domination, smut with plot

Word count: 1.5k

Not proof read

You've been cooped up in your husband's hotel since this competition started. Briefly leaving every one and a while to get some fresh air. But, you have to admit, with him gone for hours on end and coming straight to bed late at night, you've been pent up.

It doesn't help when he comes back sweaty, the intense scowl on his face when the day was stressful. How he looks when he finishes his shower, water dripping from his hair to his toned torso. All of this just for him to kiss you on the cheek and pass out.

He's gone before you wake and frankly you've grown needy for his touch. Longing just to have his hands all over you. To see that look in his eyes as he devours between your thighs.

Popping a grape in your mouth as the thoughts run wild, you decide tonight he is going to give you what you want. A smirk disrupting your smile as you hop up from the plush hotel mattress.

You hum, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your fingers run across the lingerie hanging before you. You know he much he loves to see you dressed up for him, just as much as he loves to see you bare and beneath him.

You chuckle to yourself, grabbing a few pieces from the rack and heading into the dressing room to try them on.

It was a hard decision for sure, each one looking better than the next but you finally made up your mind. A black see through two piece, with matching stockings and a little bunny headnand. You had just the thing in mind when you saw yourself in the mirror.

Checking out, you thank the cashier and make your way back to the hotel. You had plenty of time to kill before he wrapped up for the day.

Running a bubble bath, you soak yourself in the warmth of the water. Soft R&B music buzzing from the phone in your hand, other hand accompanied by a glass of wine.

Swirling the liquid around in your glass, you scroll through the tournament photos. He looked so good in his gi. You loved the way he looked when he was focused or determined.

Placing your phone to the side you bask in the warmth around your body, taking a sip from you glass with a satisfied hum. The music resonating through the echoey bathroom.

Stepping out of the bath you wrap a towel around your body. Lathering lotion over your skin when you take a seat in front of the large bathroom mirror. Unraveling the towel from your hair, you give yourself a wink in the mirror before pampering yourself.

Curled hair, a dash of makeup just for an extra dab of umph, lacey lingerie hugging every curve on your body perfectly. Finishing your look off with a pair of black pumps and the flimsy bunny ears.

Tying a black robe around your body, you take one more glimpse at the time before scurrying back into the bedroom to finish up the final touches.

You could heard chatter echoing in the halls as the people from the tournament make their ways back to their rooms. Laughter and the sound of shoes scraping against the carpet flour outside the room mad your ears perk.

Sitting yourself on the edge of the bed, eyes trained on the door waiting for him to walk through it.

You hear the buzz of the key card pressing to the sensor, unlocking the door. Heat running to your core as he finally enters the room. Everything felt like slow motion, the sensual music, aroma from the candles making the scene even better.

His eyes flicked up to you, door clicking close behind him. And intrigued look in his eyes as he scans your appearance. "What's all this?" His voice boomed. Throwing his things onto the table next to the door, he untied his gi allowing it the fall open and expose his delicious body hidden behind it.

"Something special. Have a seat." You directed him, pointed to the bed next to you. He snickers, plopping down onto the side of the bed, legs spread apart.

Stepping in front of him, you give him a cheeky grin as your slowly untie your robe, making sure to take your sweet time peeling it off your body. "Fvck.." He breathed out heavy as the robe hit the floor.

Licking his lips, he leans forward elbows against his knees as he watches you sway in front of him. Running your hands down your thighs as you bend down in front of him.

The desire building behind his eyes excited you, that was the loom you were craving for..

Closing the distant between the two of you, you lean forward, hands pressing against this thighs as you spoke. "I think this bunny needs to be devoured.. Mr. Wolf." You could hear his breath tremble, eyes meeting yours.

"What a perfect treat." He growled, hands finding your waist as he stands from the mattress, body towering over yours. It took no time for him to rip through the thing fabric. Mouth finding your now bare chest, teeth raking over your sensitive nipples.

You moan in blissful pain when he bites down on your nipple, gripping the other in the palm of his hand.

Lifting one of your legs off the ground, he places it on the arm of the chair next to the bed, fingers caressing down your covered thigh. "My bunny did this all for me?" You quiver at the name, nodding to his question.

You watch him basically fvck you with his eyes, a low chuckle emitting from him. "What's funny?" You whine, face flushing from embarrassment.

His hand gripped your chin and he clicked his tongue. "Nothing my love." He grinned. The sweet moment immediately perishing as he rips through the bottom half of two piece. As much as you loved how aggressive he gets during times like these, kinda sucks he ruined the outfit, it was cute.

The only thing left was your stockings and the black red bottoms hugging your feet. Pushing you down on the bed, his hand ran down your back. Planting kisses to the back of your thighs as you arched out for him, wiggling your hips.

His finger glided over your wet folds, your slick coating it. Groaning, he lands a hard slap to your *ss earning a surprised moan from you. "You look so delicious bunny." You could feel his absence from behind you only to be met with another hard slap to your *ss.

You squealed at the feeling body jerking forward. "Xiao fvck me please." You could wait any longer, the need building in you was overbearing.

Kissing up your back, he moves your hair to the side and leans in to your neck, breath brushing against your ear. "Aw did you miss my cvck?" He teased, cvck rubbing over your folds. "Just fvck me already." She huffed, eyes rolling.

Scoffing, Wolf flips you over to your back, hand gripping your throat. "Excuse me? Do I need to put you in your place." You whimper shaking your head no.

Slipping past your folds, eyes locked on to yours as he rolls his hips into you. "That's what I thought." He spat back, hands gripping at the soft flesh of your breast while he fvcked into you.

Thrusts slow and long, he knew what he was doing. He wanted you to beg for him, cry out how much you wanted his to ruin you. And that's exactly what happens, a whine slipping past your lips when you grab at his wrists.

"I need you Xiao, I need to feel you deep inside me." She cried, hips lifting off the bed to ask her legs lock around his hips. Pulling him deeper into her aching pvssy.

A grin masks over his face, pulling her legs from around his waist, gripping her ankles as he slams into her. A loud cry bubbles from your throat, cvnt squeezing around his girl. "Just like that Xiao." You scream out, throwing your head back when he fuck deeper into you.

Rolling his hips up with every thrust to his your sensitive spot. The feeling was so overwhelming, you couldn't get enough of his hands on you.

Turning your to your side, he places one leg on his shoulder and straddles the other, continuing his abvse to your quivering pvssy. "Good bunny." He moaned, pressing his thumb to your clit.

You couldn't stop the cry like moans the spewed from your lips, tears dripping down your cheeks while your orgasm shakes through you. The face you make only driving him more crazy.

The louder you cried out, the harder he pounded into you. Pulling you off the bed, he pushes you to your knees, jerking himself in front of you before a loud grunt rips from his throat as he paints white ribbons onto your fvcked out face.

Wiping some of his cvm from your face with his thumb, his sticks it into your mouth, smiling down at you. "Mm, that's right." He sighed, picking you up from the floor.

Helping you clean up, he ruffles your hair. "Maybe you can dress up as a cat next time." He teased, pulling his shirt on. You shake your head, smile as your climb into bed, body snug in one of his shirts.

[insidekatmind]

Rival Hearts~Sensei wolf

Request: yes!

The Sekai Taikai had finally arrived, the tournament that brought together the best dojos from around the world, an opportunity only the greatest sensei could seize. Glory awaited the victors, while defeat would be humiliating for anyone not up to the task. Among the most anticipated participants were two legends, who, despite their shared past, hated each other with all their hearts: you, the legendary "Cobra Queen," and Sensei Wolf.

Once, you and Wolf had shared not only the dojo but also a passion that burned like a wild fire. Your relationship had been intense, filled with love and rivalry, but in the end, between secrets and misunderstandings, it had collapsed. Every word of farewell had been heavy, yet necessary. Now, however, you were here again, side by side, but on the Sekai Taikai stage, with your rivalry resurfacing, stronger than ever.

Your black kimono fit your body perfectly, a sign of power and authority. Cobra Kai was your dojo, your world, and you were the queen who ruled it. You didn’t need to say anything to be respected. People looked at you with admiration, but you knew the only thing that truly mattered was winning. And your rival, Wolf, would test you like no one else.

The moment you saw him, your heart leapt to your throat. He, with his unmistakable style, with his dojo, Iron Dragon, which had never lost its reputation. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes sparkled with that same determination you had seen a thousand times in him. Only this time, there was no tenderness. There was only rancor.

When you approached, he lifted his gaze and his eyes met yours. That same look that had made you tremble once, now only gave you the feeling of wanting to destroy him. But you didn’t stop, you advanced with a provocative smile.

"I thought you retired, Wolf," you said, raising an eyebrow, "I didn’t think you were still capable of doing anything useful for your dojo. Or maybe you think coming to this tournament will help you regain some dignity?"

His smile was cold, sharp. "Ah, the queen of cowards. I see you haven’t changed, always ready to throw jabs. But it seems to me that the only coward here is someone else. Maybe you’re here just to escape the fact that your dojo is nothing without me."

His words struck you, but didn’t make you waver. "Iron Dragon is a thing of the past, Wolf. Now I’m the sensei of Cobra Kai, and I put my blood, my heart, and my determination into it. I don’t need an old wolf to prove who I am."

The tension between you was so thick that it seemed the whole room had frozen. The crowd around you was silent, waiting for the confrontation to begin. It was clear that neither of you would be willing to back down. This battle, somehow, had to be won, and the Sekai Taikai would be the perfect stage to prove it.

"Then prove it to me, Cobra Queen," Wolf said, his voice low and filled with disdain.

You smiled, but inside, the anger was palpable. You knew what it meant to have the last word. "With pleasure, Wolf. Prepare your dojo for the dust, because you won’t escape."

It was a conflict that went beyond a mere competition between dojos. It was the showdown between you and him, between two broken hearts and a past that couldn’t stay in the past. And now, the Sekai Taikai would be the stage for your final battle.

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Goodbye My Princess (2019)

Losing all at once…! How is that feeling? 💔😢 #cdrama #drama #shorts

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[extinctlesspains]

ᗪᗩTIᑎᘜ ՏᗴᑎՏᗴI ᗯOᒪᖴ ᕼᗴᗩᗪᑕᗩᑎOᑎՏ

- ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs sғᴡ, ɴsғᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs -

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- sғᴡ, ɴsғᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs

- ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

- ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

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sғᴡ

- ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ, sᴏғᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ: ᴡᴏʟғ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ, ʜᴇ’s ᴄᴏʟᴅ, sᴛʀɪᴄᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴡᴀᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜɪs ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ. ʜᴇ’s sᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟʏ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏʀs, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ, sᴏғᴛᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ.

- ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ: ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ sʜɪғᴛs—ᴊᴀᴡ ᴄʟᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ, ᴀʀᴍs ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ, sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ? ᴡᴏʟғ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ɪᴛ, ɴᴏ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

- ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴀᴋᴇs sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴀғᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ-ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴsɪsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ.

- ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ғᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀᴅs (ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ): ᴡᴏʟғ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs sᴀʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ɪᴛ ʜɪᴛs. sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʟɪᴋᴇ “ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ” ᴏʀ “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ” ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.

- ᴀᴄᴛs ᴏғ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs: ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴜsʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ sʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏs—ғɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜɪs ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ. ɪᴛ’s ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅs ʜᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ.

- ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ: ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ’s ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ—sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ɢʟᴀʀᴇs, sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ sᴏ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ’s sᴜғғᴏᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴡᴏʟғ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғɪɴᴅs ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ. ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ʀᴀsᴘʏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢʏ. ᴀ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ. ᴀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢғᴜʟ “ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- sᴏғᴛ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ: ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʟ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ’s ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛs ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ʀᴇʟᴀx. ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴘ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴs ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ᴀʀᴍs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ɴᴏsᴇ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ. ɪᴛ’s ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ—ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜɪs ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ��ʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs.

- ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴇ: ɪғ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, ɴᴏ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’s ɪɴ, ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʜᴇ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇss ɪᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ʜᴇ’s ʏᴏᴜʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ.

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- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀᴍɴ sᴍɪʀᴋ: ᴡᴏʟғ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’s ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʟᴏᴡ, ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ sᴍɪʀᴋ, ᴇʏᴇs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴍᴜsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ʀᴀsᴘ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀs, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ.” ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴍᴇ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs sᴏғᴛ ʟɪᴄᴋs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ.

- ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ɢᴇᴛs… ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ: sᴘᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏʟғ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ? ᴜɴʙᴇᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴏʀᴍ—ʜᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅs ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs ғɪʀᴍʟʏ ɢᴜɪᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀs, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ. ʜɪs ʙᴏɴᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀss ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴅᴏᴡɴ? ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀs, “ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴇ?” ɪᴛ's ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴄᴋ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ.

- ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ᴘᴀʏʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ: ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ғʟᴜsᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs—ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʜɪs ᴄʀᴏᴛᴄʜ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴏʀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ—ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ? ᴏʜ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ's ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ, ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ɢʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴀs ʜᴇ ʀᴀsᴘs, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ? ʟᴇᴛ’s sᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ sǫᴜɪʀᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ.”

- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ: ᴡᴏʟғ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs—ʜᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟs ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ’s ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ “ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ” ᴏʀ ᴀ ғɪʀᴍ “sᴛᴀʏ sᴛɪʟʟ” ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ’s ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ sʜɪᴠᴇʀs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴘɪɴᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛᴇɴ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ."sᴛᴏᴘ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ɪ'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ." ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ.

- ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʟғ ғɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ—sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, sᴛᴏʀᴍʏ ɢʟᴀʀᴇs, ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ sɪᴍ��ᴇʀs ᴅᴏᴡɴ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀs. ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɢʀɪᴛs ᴏᴜᴛ, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀs?” ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀs, ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘᴜsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

- ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅs, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ: ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴜsᴇᴅ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜɪs ᴅᴇʟɪʙᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ. ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴛʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ sʟᴏᴡ, ʟᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜ, ɢʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sʜɪᴠᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜssʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ. “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ,” ʜᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʜɪs ᴍᴇᴀʟ.

- ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ: ᴡᴏʟғ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ? ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. sᴏᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛs, ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ, sᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ—ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛs? ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ’s ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʜᴜsᴋʏ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡʟs, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ?” ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ’s ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ʙʏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴜɪsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʟʟs.

ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs

- “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴏғᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ… ɪ’ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- “ᴛᴄʜ. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ?” (sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’s sᴍɪʀᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ɪᴛ.)

- “sᴛᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜsᴛ… ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ.”

- “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ. ɪғ ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs, ʏ’ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?” (ɢʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ ᴏʀ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ʜɪs ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ.)

- “ᴛᴄʜ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.” (ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ.)

- “ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴅ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴄᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ, ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ.”

- “ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇssᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴅᴏᴊᴏ.”

- “ᴡʜᴀᴛ?” (ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴍɪʀᴋs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴜʜ?” (ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴘs ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ.)

- “ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ.”

- “ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ? ᴄᴜᴛᴇ. ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.” (ᴇʏᴇs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴍᴜsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʟᴏᴡ.)

- “ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ғɪɴɪsʜ.” (ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ɢʟɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇ sᴀʏs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜsʜ ʜɪᴍ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏɴᴇ.” (ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴋɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪғ ɪᴛ ʀᴜɪɴs ʜɪᴍ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ.” (sᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ, ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.)

- “ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ.” (ᴛᴡᴏ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇᴍ? ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ.)

- “ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ. sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs.” (ᴀʀᴍs ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ, ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛɪʟᴛᴇᴅ, sᴍɪʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʏʙᴀᴄᴋ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ—ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴜɴʟᴇss ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.”

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I love your blog 💖 my request is for sensei Wolf, where the reader is Miguel's older sister and has a baby, since Barcelona Wolf has an interest in her, and when the tournament returns to the All Valley Wolf approaches and you decide the ending

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

OO1. OO2.

summary | the request. at the sekai taikai, you can’t shake wolf’s intense gaze. despite your hesitation, you agree to dinner after the tournament

warnings | diaz!reader, intense gaze and implied attraction, soft romantic moments, light suspense, mild references to past relationships, vulnerability

word count | 2.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The hustle and bustle of the Sekai Taikai filled the All Valley. The bright lights shone intensely, the cheers of the spectators echoed through the stands, and the sharp sound of blows on the tatami set the rhythm of each match. Everything felt so familiar that, for a moment, you felt trapped in déjà vu. It was as if Barcelona had never ended, as if those chaotic and exciting days were happening all over again before your eyes.

But this time, something was different.

You were carrying your baby in your arms, wrapped in a soft blanket, as you walked through the gym hallways, trying to find a quiet place to calm him down. Being Miguel’s older sister had already made you a familiar figure in the karate world, but now, being a mother made you feel even more visible. You received curious glances, some filled with tenderness, and others, like the one you had felt from the first day, filled with something deeper.

You knew exactly who it was.

You hadn’t forgotten his intense gaze since the tournament in Barcelona. Even then, when your whole world revolved around supporting Miguel, you couldn’t ignore the way he looked at you. Like you were a mystery he was dying to solve. But back then, there was no room for distractions. Your baby was on the way, and everything else faded into the background.

You didn’t expect to see him again, much less here. But there he was, on the other side of the tatami, leading his students with that calm authority that defined him. And every time you looked up, you found him watching you.

The first day you managed to avoid him. Between taking care of your baby, supporting Miguel, and dodging awkward questions, you kept your distance. But at the end of the day, when the stands were starting to empty and the noise was fading away, his voice caught you by surprise.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon.”

You turned slowly, finding yourself face to face with him. He was even more imposing than you remembered. Tall, with his slightly messy hair and that lopsided smile that felt like a challenge.

“Me neither,” you replied cautiously, adjusting your baby’s blanket.

Wolf took a step toward you, never breaking eye contact.

“May I…?” he asked softly, gesturing towards the little one sleeping in your arms.

You hesitated for a moment but nodded. He approached carefully, observing the baby with a tenderness you didn’t expect from someone like him.

“He’s beautiful,” he whispered. “Just like his mother.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“Always so direct?”

“Only when I’m sure of what I want,” he replied without hesitation.

A shiver ran down your spine. You remembered too well the feeling of his intense gaze, but now there was something more. Something you didn’t dare name.

“I have to go,” you murmured, walking away quickly before he could say anything else.

The next few days felt like a silent game. Every time you walked past him, you felt his gaze following you. Every time you tried to focus on something else, his image crept back into your mind. And every time you thought about getting closer, you reminded yourself that your life was no longer just yours.

But Wolf didn’t seem willing to give up.

One afternoon, while you were walking through a quieter area of the gym to calm your baby, you found him leaning against a wall, as if he had been waiting for you.

“Are you avoiding me?” he asked with that smile that made you nervous.

“I’m not avoiding you. I’m… busy,” you replied, trying to sound firm.

“I understand. You have a lot going on in your life now. But… can I take you to dinner after the tournament?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head.

“Dinner? With a baby? Doesn’t sound very practical.”

“I don’t care about the circumstances,” he said, stepping a little closer. “I only care about you.”

Your heart pounded loudly. You wanted to say no, that it was too complicated. But part of you longed to feel seen, desired… loved.

“I’ll think about it,” you finally said, walking away before he could press further.

The night of the tournament’s final day arrived faster than you expected. Miguel was focused on his final match, and you were trying not to think too much about Wolf. But it was impossible. Every time you looked around, you found him nearby, watching you with that intensity that made you lose your breath.

During a short break, Miguel approached you, frowning.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird the whole tournament.”

“Nothing’s going on,” you lied, avoiding his gaze.

“Does it have something to do with that guy?” he asked, discreetly pointing at Wolf across the gym. “I’ve seen him watching you the whole time.”

You were speechless, surprised that Miguel had noticed.

“It’s nothing, Miguel,” you tried to reassure him.

“If he hurts you, I’ll knock him out,” he joked, though you knew he meant it.

The final match ended, Miguel won, and the gym started to empty out. You were gathering your things when you felt a presence behind you.

“Have you thought about it?” His voice was soft but determined.

You turned to find him closer than you expected.

“My life isn’t simple. I have a baby, responsibilities… I don’t know if I can do this.”

Wolf nodded, as if he had already considered it.

“I’m not asking you to leave everything behind. I’m just asking for a chance.”

You bit your lip, unsure. But when he reached out and gently caressed your baby’s cheek, something inside you gave in.

“Okay,” you whispered, almost not believing it.

Wolf smiled, a genuine smile you hadn’t seen before, and for the first time in a long time, you felt that maybe, just maybe, you deserved to be happy.

He took a step closer, so close that you could feel the warmth of his presence, the weight of his gaze. For a moment, the noise of the gym disappeared, and all that existed between the two of you was that charged atmosphere, full of unspoken promises.

"So, when will we see each other?" he asked softly, his tone as gentle as the brush of a warm breeze.

You could feel the knot in your stomach, the mix of emotions you had always managed to control, but now they seemed to flood out like an unstoppable torrent. The idea of letting someone into your life, of allowing Wolf to have some kind of access to you, terrified you. But at the same time, there was something in the way he looked at you, something in his stillness, that told you it could be different. That maybe what he was offering wasn’t a distraction, but something real.

"I promised I'd think about it," you replied, your voice trembling a little, but you managed to keep it steady.

Wolf didn’t insist. Instead, he simply nodded with that calmness that always surrounded him.

"I know. I just don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you. Take your time, okay?"

A small sigh escaped your lips. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and that, more than anything else, made you lower your guard a little. You were used to being alone, to facing everything by yourself, but in that moment, you didn’t know what was happening, but you didn’t want to reject the idea of being with him.

"I’ll see you later," you said with a slight nod before turning and walking toward the lobby, where your baby was starting to move in your arms, as if the little one had something to say.

The afternoon passed in a whirlwind of emotions. Every step you took brought you closer to a point of no return. On one hand, you thought about your child, about what he needed, about what you needed. Were you ready to open your heart to someone else after so much time keeping the world at a distance?

And yet, something inside you told you that maybe you were. Maybe it was time to take the risk.

When night fell, and the place emptied of the last wave of spectators, you found yourself face-to-face with him again. He was there, as if he had been waiting for you, in a corner of the gym, surrounded by the lights that were slowly turning off.

"I think I’ve made a decision," you said, looking at your feet for a moment, taking a breath before raising your gaze to meet his.

Wolf raised an eyebrow, interested but not pressing you. He knew that what you were about to say was important, and you could see that in his expectant look.

"And... what is that decision?" he asked, his voice low and smooth at the same time, sending a shiver down your spine.

You smiled slightly, with that insecurity you only felt when you didn’t know what the future held.

"I think I’d like to... have that dinner after all." Your words were like a revelation, something that had been locked inside and finally came out.

Wolf took a step toward you, and the world seemed to stop for an instant.

"Then, will you let me do things right?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper as his hands, firm yet gentle, took your baby’s hands, giving you space to make the decision you had already made in your heart.

Without thinking twice, you nodded, feeling like you could finally see the possibility of something beyond your fears.

Wolf smiled, a smile that wasn’t one of triumph or satisfaction, but a warm, understanding smile, as if he had understood every piece of uncertainty that had been swirling in your mind. It was the first time you felt truly seen, as if everything you had kept inside, everything you had feared, had found a place where it could fit.

"So, when will we see each other?" he asked again, but this time there was no urgency in his voice, just a longing you secretly shared.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, but instead of resisting, you decided to let that feeling surround you. You didn’t have clear answers, nor did you know what the future might bring, but something told you that, at least for a moment, you could allow that small spark of hope.

"Tomorrow?" you answered almost without thinking, as if you had been waiting for that response in some corner of your being.

Wolf nodded, his gaze fixed on yours with a soft but unwavering intensity. The noises of the gym, the flickering lights, everything faded into the air, as if time had stopped just for you to be here, in this space, in this possibility of what could be.

As you walked toward the exit, your steps slowed, as if the weight of the decision was taking form in your feet. The little one in your arms adjusted, breathing peacefully, his small face calm, unaware of the internal battle you had fought.

You reached the door, and before stepping out into the cold of the night, Wolf stopped. He turned to look at you, his expression serious but filled with something you couldn’t quite identify, something that invited you to come closer, to trust.

"I promise you won’t regret it," he said, his words simple, yet carrying a weight that made you believe them.

Without thinking, you nodded. Because sometimes, what you needed wasn’t to have all the answers, but to know that someone, even if just for a moment, was willing to walk alongside you, not pressuring you, not demanding anything more than being there.

With one last look, he said goodbye with a simple gesture, a promise without words.

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I kinda finished my Peerless sketches *_*

Not all of them gosh

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Secret Never Meant To Be Told. (s.w)

Pairing: Sensei Wolf/Feng Xiao x Fem!Reader

Summary: A former Cobra Kai/Miyagi-Do student joins the Iron Dragons, intent on uncovering more about Terry Silver. But along the way, she finds herself drawn to someone she never expected. Her new sensei. Fast forward to the Sekai Taikai, and her carefully balanced double life begins to crack. When Wolf catches her speaking to someone she shouldn’t, suspicion flares, forcing a confrontation she isn’t ready for.

Type: one-shot

Warnings: READER IS LEGAL AGE, age-gap, minor slow burn for a one-shot, everyone knows except for them, forbidden kiss, friendship with Axel because he needs a friend, UNEDITED.

a/n: i'm back with my latest hyper-fixation. i also didn’t expect this to be this long, but i hope you all enjoy! 

Word Count: 5.4k

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Your phone buzzes in your hand while you’re waiting to board the plane to Barcelona, and you notice Robby’s contact pop up on the screen. You hesitantly look around to see if anyone who would get you in trouble is around but find no one aside from Axel near, you decide to answer the call. “Cover for me for a few?” you whisper to Axel while standing up from your seat.

“Yeah, be quick.” Axel nods reassuringly to you.

“Y/n? You there?” Robby’s concerned voice comes through the phone. You hear in the background, “Dude, I told you it wouldn’t be a good time to call!” sounding like Miguel.

“Yes. Sorry, just making sure I won’t get caught,” you mutter in a low voice, finding an empty spot near the gate. “I can’t talk for long. I board in 15 mins.”

“I’m with Miguel right now, and we just wanted to check in on you. How are you holding up?” 

You let out a sigh before a small smile settles on your lips, “As good as I can be. Sore as hell, though Wolf’s no joke with training. He has Axel and me up by 5 a.m. every day to train for the past two week since he’s named us captains.” You look over your shoulder to see Axel signaling to you to hurry up. “Silver hasn’t shown up in the dojo lately, but he keeps in contact with me for updates on the tournament. He’s meeting us in Barcelona on the first day of full events.”

“I wish we could do something to help you, Y/n. They’ve been keeping you on this too long,” Robby says, frustrated with his dad and Mr. LaRusso. “Be safe, okay? We’ll see you soon,” and the line goes dead.  

When you turn around to start heading back, you’re met with Wolf’s hard stare piercing into you as he approaches Axel and your seats. You see him say something to Axel but can’t make out the words.  

“Personal call?” Wolf questioned you in a dry, unimpressed voice as you sat back down. “I thought I said no distractions,” he leaned down to coldly mutter close to your ear while placing a firm grip on your shoulder, causing you to lean back and meet his eyes again.

“It wasn’t one, Sensei,” you answered through the loud announcements to tell passengers that boarding would start soon, causing him to release his tight grip and sneer while walking away from you.

Axel let out a breath of relief next to you, “Always lucky. If that were me, I would’ve paid the price by now.”

“Axel-” You warn.

“I am just saying no one could get away with the things you do,” he remarked while grabbing both your bags and leading the way to the plane entrance. “I mean, come on. He let it go, just like that? No way. Not to mention he doesn’t even like it when we’re too close together.”

While we were waiting for the people in front of us to find their seats, my neck snapped to turn to him taken aback by what he just said, “Now, you’re going too far-” I scoffed.

“Am I?” Axel breathed down by your ear pressing closer to your back with his front. “Look up.”

Sparked by curiosity, you tilt your chin up and look around the plane and find Wolf’s icy glare already on you and Axel. You look long enough to see him clench his jaw. “I’m still not getting your point...”

“You will soon enough. He’ll snap sooner rather than later,” he let out a deep chuckle. 

You stand next to Axel and Zara, waiting for your bags to come out. Zara points out her luggage to Axel, asking if he can help her get it, leaving you alone waiting for your suitcase. You see it finally drop down to the conveyor belt and you wait for it to come around to your side. You lean down to reach for the handle, but you see a tattooed hand grab it for you. “I could’ve taken it.”

“I’m sure you could,” Wolf smirked, setting your bag down beside you before walking off.

Before you can think too much about what just happened, your phone screen lights up with a new message from Miguel saying landing in 3 hours! sensei larusso said that he’ll text you our room numbers later if you find a moment to get away from the team

You hear your name being called, so you begin walking over to the team and like Miguel’s message before putting your phone away. “Texting a boyfriend?” Zara teased, raising her eyebrow to you in curiosity. 

You turn to glare at her before replying, “Wouldn’t you love to know.”

“Can’t have our captain distracted with a long-distance boyfriend, now can we?” she questioned back as the team started to make their way to the bus that was taking everyone to the hotel.

“Enough, Zara, keep your voice down,” you warned, giving her a pointed look.

“I don’t know how you got the captain’s spot after suddenly showing up a few months ago, but I won’t have you embarrassing us during the tournament.”

“If I remember it correctly, I beat you for this spot,” you reminded her before making your way to sit next to Axel, who saved you a spot near the front of the bus.

“Do you always have to argue? Is it an American thing?” Axel shook his head at you in amusement as you settled in your seat. “You know I think you would be happier if you just ignored her.”

You scoffed lightly. “I need some type of entertainment, and it just so happens that arguing is the most interesting thing that happens around here.” 

The speakers boom as Gunther begins his introduction for the Sekai Taikai, “Welcome, competitors, senseis, sponsors, and esteemed guests to Barcelona, this year's home of the world's greatest karate tournament, the Sekai Taikai.” He pauses as loud cheering erupts in the arena room. “The Sekai Taikai boasts a rich and proud history. And if you are here, it's because you embody all that the Sekai Taikai stands for. Leadership, respect, sportsmanship. Captains, step forward and tie on your headbands.”

The room tensed the moment the captains stepped forward onto the mat. Conversations stuttered, eyes narrowing as teammates straightened their shoulders. You glanced at Axel before he gave you a nod of reassurance. You center the headband in your hands then raising to your forehead to tie it back. 

“Captains, you will have the honor and privilege to compete in our televised tournament of champions. But that is only if your dojo does well enough in our team competitions to make it to the final four. Once the tournament is over, we will then tally all the points your dojos have earned. The dojo with the most points wins the Sekai Taikai. Team events begin tomorrow,” Gunther adds to his speech. “Each event counts. They will all be a surprise. But today, it's about enjoying our host city and making new friends.”

You break your focus away from Gunther speaking and catch Tory’s stare. You felt your pulse jump. It takes you aback for a moment, realizing what gi she has on. Even more so when you look behind her to see John Kreese smirking back at you. 

“We have a field trip arranged for our competitors. And for our senseis, a cocktail mixer with our distinguished sponsors, some of the world's finest martial arts brands. It's a beautiful day to make a first impression. And I suggest you enjoy it, because tomorrow, your lives will change forever. Good luck, and welcome to the Sekai Taikai!” Gunther finished sending everyone off to figure out where to go next. 

You planned not to go on the stupid field trip and instead find some solace in your hotel room, but by the looks of it, Wolf knew what you were thinking to do. “I’m not going.”

“You will go,” you could tell in his voice that there wasn’t any room for you to argue. “You will represent the team and show you are better than every single one of them. I saw that girl who surprised you from the Cobra Kai dojo. I will not have you show any weaknesses. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sensei,” you hissed out in reply. 

“Good girl. Now go make sure the team comes back in time for last-minute training after dinner tonight,” he murmured, his voice dipping slightly. 

“Y/n!” you glance behind you to see who called your name, to find Tory alone in by the aquarium with you. 

“Tory-” you breathed out in ease. You quickly approach the girl and pull her into a quick embrace. “I heard what happened. I’m so sorry about your mom.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, Tory. Don’t do that to yourself. It’s okay to not be okay,” you leaned back to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.”

“You couldn’t have known,” she shook her head and looked down before telling you, “I think I made a mistake coming here. I’ve ruined every relationship I have by coming here with Cobra Kai.”

“I understand why you did it, and I don’t blame you for it. You deserve the spot of being captain. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

“They hate me-”

“No. They just need to get over themselves and realize this isn’t about them.”

“I’ve missed you.”

“Me too, Tory. It’s been hell being in Hong Kong these past few months, but I don’t regret it,” you admitted to her. “The training they have us do is on another level. Not to mention, Silver trusts me more now, away from everyone.”

“I’m sure it helps that your other sensei likes you,” she told you jokingly.

You let out a small snort, “No.”

“Oh, I saw the way he pulled you to the side earlier after we were dismissed from the introduction ceremony…” she revealed, but before she could continue, you heard a loud commotion, causing you to dart away from Tory to see what was going on.

You come to find people crowded together and see Robby talking to a guy from Cobra Kai, “What, I gotta kick above that line?” you heard Robby ask.

“Oh, what have you gotten yourself into,” you muttered under your breath. “Robby,” you called out in warning, catching people's attention in the room. 

You felt a nudge at your side, “You know him?” Zara points to Robby with a smirk, “Wanna introduce me?” Axel stood next to her and gave you a look of disapproval. You ignored 

At first, Robby didn’t really notice her. But then, his eyes flicked back. For a second, it was enough to make him forget what he was about to say. The others behind him let their gaze flicker over their old teammate with careful neutrality, lingering just long enough for a silent exchange. Miguel looked over like he wanted to say something but knew it wasn’t the right time. “Y/n,” Robby muttered lowly, but the silence in the room allowed for many to hear, confirming any suspicions of us knowing each other. “I got this,” he said before taking a step back to focus on his kick. He landed higher than the rest, but as you side-glanced to the Cobra Kai guys, you could tell they weren’t worried. 

Before Kwon goes up to make his kick, you blurt out, “Care to make things interesting and let me go after you? I get the rooms if you lose, and you get two if I do.”

“For you, princess, sure,” he smirked at you doubting your abilities. He chalked his shoe and kicked, which landed higher than Robby’s. You knew this was a risky call, given the circumstances. “All you, now.”

Axel exhaled sharply, shaking his head just enough to make a point. Next to him, Zara had muscle twitched in her jaw with her expression screaming, ‘Are you serious?’ You just hoped deep down no one would tell Wolf about this once you guys got back, but you knew better than to hope for such things. You took a running start and grunted, “Ais!” as you kicked the board. You let out a heavy breath as you land back on your feet. 

“No way…” you heard someone say.

“Unbelievable,” Zara let out in disbelief. 

“Who is she?” “Did you see that??” “I didn’t know someone could kick that high.” “What dojo is she from?” murmurs filled the room, causing you to look at your mark that was just above Kwon’s kick. You let out a laugh and smirked at the Cobra Kai guys while holding out your hand for their cards. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll leave your bags in the hallway,” you grinned, taking the hotel cards. 

People started to flow out of the space, and you let out a yelp of surprise as Miguel and Hawk took you in their arms in cheers. “Oh, thank god you were here.”

“Had to make sure you idiots didn’t get yourselves in trouble,” you laughed. “It seems I was cutting it a bit close on timing. Anyway, here are their hotel cards. I don’t need it.”

“You don’t want your own room?” Demetri questioned while Robby took the cards from your hand.

“No. I have my own room already,” you told them.

They raise their eyebrows at you skeptically, and Miguel asks you, “How’d you manage that?”

“Silver is to thank for my room,” you revealed. “He wanted to make sure I had no distractions while I’m here.”

“Of course, he did,” Robby scoffed at the mention of Silver. “What else does that maniac have you do lately?”

“Train until I feel like my legs are going to fall off,” you joked, trying to lighten up the tension. “I know he has people watching me to make sure I’m 'on track' with progress. He reminds me every time that if I lose here, that won’t be the worst thing I experience-”

“You’ve got to tell Sensei LaRusso and Lawerence about this,” Miguel butts in concern.

“I can handle this, Miguel. I’m already too far in. Anyway, I got to go and make sure my team is back in time for training. I’ll see you guys out on the mat, okay?” I turn walking away from them.

It was late. Too late for training, but no one dared to complain. Tomorrow was the first of team events, and every second counted. “Just wait until Sensei Wolf hears about what you pulled earlier,” Zara sneered at you loudly as the team filled the space.

Wolf entered the room looking directly at you, “Hear about what?”

“Nothing. I did what you said to do earlier. I showed them I’m better,” you said, voice firm and unwavering while crossing your arms in front of you. 

“And how did you do that?” he walked up until he was close enough to stare down at you.

“I won. Doesn’t matter how.”

“Fine,” he backed off before turning back to face everyone in the room. “Tomorrow will be the first day of team events. You will all show them we do not lose. That we are invincible.”

“Yes, Sensei,” people responded around the room. The team dropped into fighting stances, getting ready as they launched into synchronized movements, their punches and kicks slicing through the air. You’re faced against Zara, who lunges at you. Managing to block her attempt, you, in a blur of motion, struck back with a controlled sweep to her legs. Zara barely had time to react before she hit the mat, hard.

Sensei Wolf circled them like a predator, his sharp eyes scanning for weakness. When someone faltered, he noticed. He always noticed. He tsked in disappointment as Zara pushed herself off the mat. 

“You’re going to pay for that one, bitch,” she spat out at you.

“I don’t think I will.” your eyes met Sensei’s, and he gave a sharp nod. 

Wolf studied you for a long moment before speaking. “Again. All of you. Faster. No hesitation.”

We stood stone-faced as Gunther introduced the round of events. “Welcome to our first event. I hope you’re all well-rested and ready for a new and unique competition. We call it the “Captain’s War.” We told you how important your captains will be, So let’s see how well you protect them.” From the corner of your eye, you see Miyagi-Do look at each other nervously. “Four dojos will take the mat. Only one will be left standing. If you hit the mat, you’re out. If one of your captains hits the mat, your entire team is out for this round. Check the boards to see your group, decided by random draw. Group A, you’re up.”

“You know what to do,” Wolf growled as he gripped onto mine and Axel’s arms. He let go of Axel, pulled me back for a moment, and leaned down to my ear, “Let them come to you. Then, take them out. Don’t let them get back up.”

You listen for the other dojos' plans for attack and take note of Kwon’s as he tells his team, “We take Miyagi-Do first. They're weakest. Let them come to us. Then we fight the other dojos.” You already know that won’t work, and Tory knows it too.

You switched your attention to Miyagi-Do and saw the words “Protect the egg” fall from Miguel’s mouth. “Ready? Begin!” Gunther booms from the speakers.

You stay back with your team as you watch the others take each other out one by one. You can tell that Miyagi-Do won’t last long when Tory breaks straight through their front line. Everyone can see the team arguing with each other, unable to agree on their next move. The other Cobra Kai members went after another opposing team. None of them seemed to notice us as we stood tall, waiting for our moment.

“Falchi Della Notte captain down. They are out. Only Cobra Kai and the Iron Dragons remain alive,” came through the announcers.

“All six are still standing,” Tory mumbled in disbelief. 

“What is your strategy now?”

“Same as before. We’re outnumbered two to one. Pierce the front line, go straight for the captain,” you hear her say to the two guys while she looks directly at you. 

“Okay.”

No words were needed between you and Tory but the tight line of your mouth said enough. Your teammates break their form as Tory, Kwon, and Yoon begin to charge, halting them mid-in their tracks. “What are they doing?” Sensei Kim questions from the side. You keep eye contact with Tory as your teammates begin to walk around you and Axel. 

“I’ll take the girl. You two get the big guy.”

The fight erupted between the guys. Cobra Kai spread out trying to divide and conquer, but they realized it didn’t matter that they outnumbered us. Axel sidestepped Kwon’s punch with ease, his counterstrike landing hard against the guy’s ribs. A sharp exhale of pain followed, but Axel didn’t give him a second to recover. Then, he switched with a quick sweep to Yoon, and he hit the mat with a solid thud. Tory looked away from you to notice her teammate down. You take a moment to glance at Axel but don’t dare to spare another second looking.

Axel’s expression was calm but calculating. He shot forward like lightning, closing the gap before Kwon could reset. A quick one-two punch to Kwon’s stomach doubled him over, allowing Axel to make the quick grab to push him, and Kwon’s back crashed down, hitting the mat. 

Tory knew she had to play this smart. You were faster, sharper, and you had the skill of waiting for the right moment before attacking. Tory tested the waters first. She sent a quick jab, a feint, then a real strike.

You didn’t even flinch. You weaved between the attacks, your footwork crisp, light as air. Then, you struck. A snap kick that Tory barely blocked in time, stumbling back from the impact. Tory grunted, adjusting her stance. She needed a better approach. She stepped in again, faster, aiming for your ribs, then your head.

Blocked. Blocked.

Tory’s stomach twisted, she could tell you were reading her like a book. Before she could rethink her approach, you made your move. A fake low kick then a switch-up. Tory reacted to the low feint, but you were already airborne. A spinning roundhouse.

The heel of your foot crashed against Tory’s temple. Tory’s vision blurred and her balance wavered. She barely had time to react before you swept her feet out from under her. Tory landed on the mat hard. Hitting it in frustration. 

The crowd’s cheers were distant, muffled beneath the pounding in your ears. The referee’s hand rose to signal the victory, but none of that mattered. Not yet. “Both Cobra Kai captains go down. The Iron Dragons win.”

You turn to look for Wolf and realize he’s already watching you. He smirks at you, giving you a nod of approval. Your stomach flipped, and your breath hitched, your heart slamming against your ribs. The weight of his gaze pinned you in place, more intense than the fight itself.

You make your way to the elevators to head back to your hotel room for a quick shower before the next event. When you were close to reaching the doors, a hand grabbed you from behind you, causing you to yelp before you could realize that it was Miguel pulling you to a private room. 

“Miguel! You can’t do that here!” you screeched, hitting his arms. “I was this close to punching you,” you huffed out while pinching your fingers close together as an example.

Miguel let out a laugh, watching you get worked up. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I just didn’t know when I would get another chance to see you alone. You are either always with the giant brute or your killer sensei. Who, by the way, I think is completely into you.”

“Who? Axel? He’s like the big friendly giant.”

“No, pendeja!” he flicked you on the forehead. “Your sensei! That man never takes his eyes off you. Like, ever.”

“Wolf? No, he’s just like that,” you played off. 

“So he looks at everyone like he wants to devour them?”

“Miguel!”

“What? I’m just stating the obvious here. Which you want to pretend isn’t true.” Your cheeks flush with heat as you think about Wolf. “See, you’re blushing!”

“No, I’m not,” your hand flew to cover your cheeks.

“Whatever. Enough about them. I want to talk about the captain’s war from earlier. I need advice.”

“Like the fact you should’ve been captain and it’s super obvious that Robby isn’t focused because of Tory being Cobra Kai?”

Miguel shook his head in amusement, “Yes, exactly that.”

“I think you guys need to all sort your shit out before you come back onto the mat because it’s ruining you guys from actually having a chance here. Everyone can tell that you’re not together as a team, and they will use that to their advantage every single time.”

“What, like how the Iron Dragons are a team?” he scoffed, remembering how you and Axel took the fight. 

“No, that’s different. Axel and I are enough as captains alone. But you guys have Robby whose head is so far away from the tournament and Sam barely even looks like she wants to be here,” you tried to explain to him. “The rest of you need to work together to make sure they don’t bring you down, unlike how the captain’s war went for you guys today.”

“Bring us down?”

“Miguel, I saw what happened earlier. Everyone did. You took two guys from Cobra Kai at once today, but Robby couldn’t even get past Kwon. I just don’t want to see you fail. I know how much this tournament means to you,” your voice came out sharp, exasperated like you’ve been holding it in for too long. “Forget about Stanford. Forget about the team issues. Forget about everything. Just fight and do it for yourself. Prove to them the leader you are.”

“Okay,” his voice was hesitant, as if unsure of the words. You took it as a sign to pull him back in for another hug, leaning your head on his shoulder, “You should take some of your own advice and do something for yourself,” you heard him murmur into your hair.

“If only it were that easy,” you sighed while pulling away.

“It could be.”

“Not with him. Not with Silver whispering into his ear,” you scoffed at the thought.

“Maybe after all of this then?”

“Maybe,” you said wistfully.

Miguel walked out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You let them linger in your mind, thinking about the what you were risking by starting something with Wolf. You had a mission while being here. To prove you have what it takes to be a champion, and you weren’t going to let anyone take that away from you. This could risk you everything you worked for these past few months and ruin your cover to learn more about Silver. If Wolf found out, you wouldn’t just be losing your spot in the tournament. You’d lose him before you even had a chance to have him.

But maybe he was worth the risk.

You stepped out of the room and looked around carefully to see if anyone you knew was around. Just your luck, you saw Sensei Wolf talking to a group of what looked like other senseis in the lobby. His eyes flickered to the side, catching you. His head tilted like he was confused or more like processing something. 

You beelined for the elevator in hopes of avoiding him. You were close to making it alone in the elevator, but a foot stopped the doors from closing. To only reveal Wolf with a sinister look written across his face. He stepped in, and the doors closed behind him. He continued to close the gap between you until you were trapped leaning against the wall with your face turned away from him.

His hand flew to your neck, applying a firm but gentle pressure, guiding your gaze back onto him. “What were you doing in that room?” Wolf hummed, eyes scanning your face.

“Needed a moment alone,” you let out quietly.

“Alone?” he drawled. His grip on your throat tightened for a second, and you noticed his jaw clenched with tension.

“Yes.”

“Do you think I am a fool?” he jeered, making no effort to hide his disdain.

“No, sensei,” you replied in a breathy tone as you tried to push yourself more into the wall to gain some distance between you two.

The elevator rang and opened its doors to your floor, and Wolf dragged you into the hallway. His grip now fell onto your wrist, leading you to your hotel room. “Open the door.”

You fumbled around your bag for your keycard. You quickly unlock the door and walk in, setting your bag on the bed. He comes in, slamming the door behind him shut. You stay silent, not knowing what to say that won’t anger him more. You already knew you got caught, but you didn’t know how much he knew.

“I am going to give you one more chance. What were you doing in that room?” his voice ringed with steel behind each word. “Do not lie to me again.” he sounded low but forceful, voice tight with suppressed anger.

You let out a breathe you were holding, rubbing your temples when you answered him with, “Why does it matter? I give you the results you want. So why does it matter what I do?” You were pushing your luck, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of giving in. 

Wolf let out a single, humorless chuckle, “It matters when I think you’re not here to win.”

“This tournament is everything. I will not fail.”

He closed the distance in two sharp steps, stopping just short of colliding. His breath was warm against your face as he growled, “Then tell me what were you doing in that room.” 

“I was talking to a friend-” your voice failing you at the end as your breath hitched at the close proximity between you two. 

“Friend. Is that why you looked so guilty walking out?” he spat out.

You broke your gaze from him and turned your face away, “Nothing happened.”

“Say that again,” Wolf used his finger to redirect your face to meet his eyes.

“We only talked. Nothing happened.” you were hesitant, paused between words, voice softer than usual.

“Then what are you hiding.”

“Nothing.”

“I SAID DO NOT LIE TO ME AGAIN,” he yelled into your face, making you take a step back until your legs hit against the end of the bed. 

“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” you tensed.

“And you don’t get to lie to me. So tell me what you were doing with that boy from the pathetic Miyagi-Do,” he sneered. “Wouldn’t want him to get hurt now?”

“He’s nothing, Wolf. He’s just a means to an end,” you explained cautiously, lying through your teeth.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed all the secret looks and phone calls and the constant hiding of your phone from anyone who could see,” Wolf pointed out. “I know you’re hiding something.”

“If you knew then, why do you care now?” your voice was tight, wondering if you really want to the answer to this or not.

“You’re my champion,” he stated slow and deliberately. 

“Yet, I don’t know what you want from me anymore,” you sighed.

“Everything.” Wolf pulled you to him by your hips, making you gulp at the action. You’re holding on by a thread to your self-restraint. His lips broke out in a small smirk that was close enough to brush against your lips, mumbling, “Give in.” 

Your breath was uneven, hot against his skin as you whispered, “I shouldn’t.”

“But you can.” and neither of you moved away.

Instead, he raised one hand to brush his fingers against your jaw, featherlight, as if memorizing the shape of you, as if giving you one last chance to walk away. Your lips parted slightly, a breath caught between want and restraint.

Then it snapped. 

He crashed into you, his lips searing against yours. You gasped into the kiss, hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more. His grip tightened at your hip, anchoring you to him.

You knew you were being reckless, but at the moment you couldn’t care anymore. You were doing this for yourself. You move your hands to go around his neck to try and pull yourself up to him. The kiss was fast and feverish, making you gasp slightly and allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You kissed until all the breath left your lungs and even then you never wanted him to stop.

His teeth grazed your lower lip, sending a shiver down your spine. Your hands found his hair, pulling it with need. The world blurred around you. The way you fit together like a secret never meant to be told.

Then a noise. A knock against your hotel door.

A reminder of reality.

You tore apart, chests heaving, eyes wild. His lips were red, swollen, his pupils blown wide as he stared at you, something raw and untamed in his gaze.

Heavy silence stretched between you.

“We shouldn’t have-” you started, voice barely a whisper.

His thumb brushed your lip, tracing where his kiss had just been. Claiming.

“I know.” His voice was low, rough. And yet, neither of you held any regret.