Daniel been waiting up for Terry to come back from some “business” late at night. Terry returns with a few scrapes, and a bit of blood, not a big deal—but Daniel fusses over him and bandages him up…or tries to, anyway. Terry’s still fresh from the fight and he doesn’t want bandaids; he wants Daniel.
Much to his personal horror, Daniel finds that despite his aversion to “business” and blood, he is very much into this fresh-from-violence Terry.
Maybe Terry exploits this side of Daniel. Maybe this happens earlier in their marriage and Daniel is taken aback by how turned on he is by this new situation. Or maybe it’s decades into their marriage. Terry’s getting too old for this sort of thing, and Daniel is frustrated with himself for how hot he finds his Alpha in moments like this despite it all…
Three Nights:
Night One
Daniel's eyes are shooting daggers - metaphorically of course.
"Where were you?"
He's fully with pup, nearly bursting with Terry's claim to him.
Terry licks his lips.
"You know where I was."
"Getting yourself shot?"
He looks at his knuckles. "No, baby boy. I'm quicker than that."
"So you were showing off?"
Gosh, he is a Mama, and pup has not even been born yet. "Just a bit of fun, mo cuishle."
"Don't come up." Daniel is making himself as broad as possible, using the height of the stairs to tower over him - if barely.
Terry smiles. "Oh?"
"If you would risk leaving me, and puppy, you can sleep downstairs."
Terry grins. "Ooooh. In the doghouse, am I?"
"If you were going to leave me alone, you can do it here too."
Terry turns back, half a breath, then reaches up, and tugs his omega against him. "Trying to domesticate me, Danny love?"
He spits. "You know I don't like this!"
"Wanna put a collar on my neck?"
He's silent for one second. "Real bosses don't need this."
"Aha!" He feels his face split in a grin. "That's why they call your Pop 'the red one', is it?"
"He stopped. So can you."
"He stopped?" He squeezes him tightly. "Our marriage is about the most gangster move out there."
"Then you stop."
"So they have an easier time taking you back?"
He bristles. "Not everything is about me!"
"That's where you're wrong, a chuishle mo chroí," he whispers. "Everything is about you."
That hint of slick, the way he sighs, and yet - "You're mad."
"And you're scolding me." He flicks Danny's nose. "Now who is mad, baby?"
He kisses his neck, licks his mark - he can feel Danny harden. "The first time we met, you sassed me," he purrs. "You like to play with fire as much as I do."
His breath hitches, eyes glisten. "I don't, I don't, I don't want this -"
"Yes," Terry hisses. "Just like that," and kisses him. "Back to bed, Danny boy."
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Tom the guard must be regretting all his life choices that led him to this nonsense with Mr. Silver and that middle-aged nuisance 🤣
Maybe Peggy can console him ♥️
“It’s just bizarre Peg, even for him,” Tom says.
She watches him as she scrubs his face. It’s been a long day. She doesn’t respond, only because she can’t deny it.
None of them have seen Terry like this. Peggy is sure the only person who probably has is Margaret and Peggy can’t exactly ask her.
“People have suffered far greater for much less,” she agrees.
Tom snorts. Understatement of the year.
He has seen the files after all. The only person Peggy has allowed. The only one she trusts.
“You said it best herself,” recalling his words, how he had summarized it succintely after he had closed the file, simply looking at Peggy as he confirmed what Daniel was to Terry.
“The one that got away,” they both say at the same time.
“And to which everyone else has been compared apparently,” Peggy adds.
Sometimes, when Terry would get into a mood, Peggy would be the ones tasked with finding him men. Always the same type of men who, she realizes now, were carbon copies of the the man currently in Terry’s possession.
“But always found wanting.”
She already knows what happened.
They had tried allowing Daniel a utensil earlier, only because he had screamed bloody murder that if Terry tried hand feeding him one more time he was going to kill the older man with his bare hands.
Terry had smiled, happy, it seemed, that Daniel was showing that spark he so loved. A spark he was worried he had killed, overjoyed beyond recognition when proof it was there, smouldering but able to roar to life when poked right, presented itself.
A fork had been laid down for Daniel.
It had not gone well.
A guard ending up with said fork embedded deep in his thigh and Daniel sedated, which wouldn’t be a problem, expect it wasn’t before Daniel had twisted his wrist in Terry’s grasp, liked a crazed animal in a trap trying to escape, screaming in pain, the swelling near instant.
Terry had not been happy about that. That Daniel had been allowed to hurt himself.
At least the guard had not retaliated. At least Tom does not have to deal with that - small mercies.
Tom had only left after Terry was comfortably situated in the room, the smaller man in his arms, wrist attended to and bandaged, Terry carefully cradling it in his hand, as he murmured to Daniel, even if the man could not hear him, out as cold as he was. He was guaranteed not to wake for at least several hours.
Tom had left the two most experienced guards, next to him, to keep watch just outside the door.
“Where does this end?” She asks quietly. She had done a lot for Terry over the years, one hand paying out for silence while the other did the opposite, and a myriad of other things she’s not proud of.
I will literally wait 100 years for you to update Old Wounds it’s that good and I finally have a Terry in your fics that I a) feel so terrible for and b) love. 😭 😭 But I also love Damanda 😭 😭 Maybe Daniel needs a harem of Alphas?? 😭 😭
(Anyway Mob Terry and Dragons Terry are both so interesting but such absolute cunts sorry and rip to their Daniels 💀)
Well, it's not quite been a hundred years, but it has been long enough to confuse Ao3's timestamps.
No matter, here it is:
Old Wounds, chapter 3.
The Terry of Knights and Pawns and the Terry in Chasing Dragons are much younger, much, much surer of themselves, and rather untested in living long stretches of time without Daniel LaRusso.
This Terry - it's been decades, and time is slipping away, and he's aware of the dangers that come with a game of love involving Daniel LaRusso.
But like he could stay away, honestly.
That's not Terry, not where it concerns Danny Boy.
Thinking of Daniel and Terry, but as a retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice.
Daniel will always look back and Terry will always be doomed. Or maybe it’s the other way around: Terry will always look back, and Daniel will always be doomed.
I had an idea for Mobverse…clearly there’s something there between Alphas Sam and Tory which Terry and his conservative views would Not Support. But Daniel has so much empathy and understanding for the situation, so he talks to Sam privately one day and tells her that he once was in love with another omega and he wished to marry her.
"Here we are," Daniel says. "Two double cheeseburgers, one extra large chocolate milkshake, the largest portion of fries and a steaming hot piece of the finest apple pie."
It only coaxes a very thin smile out of his Samantha. "No coffee?"
"Dai!" He puts the tray in front of them. "I'd sooner get you a cup of dishwater." He reaches over to her. "Happy nameday, mi'angelina."
She pulls her hand back. "Mama, my birthday was a month ago. You don't need to do this. I'm a grown woman."
"I needed a date," Daniel protests. "I don't want to take Daddy to Some Like It Hot."
This smile reaches her eyes. "Yeah, that might've upset him."
Daniel takes one of the straws and puts it in the milkshake. "I don't think your Nonno would have let me see it, either, back in the day."
She looks up. "Because of the hit?"
"Nuhuh." He takes a sip. "Because he'd think it would make me stray. How are Dutch and the new girl doing?"
That works - she can't keep up her defenses while checking parameters and eyeing her drink. "What?"
"All that gender bending." He takes another sip. "They didn't want me to think too far outside the lines at school, either." He unwraps his burger. Samantha is shifting in her seat, playing with a fry. "What do you think?"
"Uh..."
"Wasn't it funny?"
She looks straight at him now.
"I don't think this is funny."
Come on, darling girl. "What do you think then?"
"This is dangerous." She seems relieved at that conclusion. "You let people think all this, and then they go out and get whacked for it."
"Whacked?"
"Yeah!" She finally takes a bite off her burger. "It goes against everything, goes against God, and life, and -"
"Jesus had more genders."
"Well I'm not Jesus!" A few people look up. She ducks together. "Say something like this to Tory, she'll deck you one... Come on, Ma, don't be naif."
He reaches over. "Why would you want to say something like that to Tory?"
"I wouldn't! Nobody should." She bristles. "Just - stop talking about it." Then her face falls. "Sorry, Mama, I didn't mean to snap at you..."
He takes her hands. "You can say anything to me."
"No, Mama," she says quietly. "Some things you can't talk about."
He takes a deep breath. "I didn't think about that when I was your age," he says. "I didn't think about the fact that my parents all but locked me away from the world... It felt like protection."
"It was, Mama!" Samantha says.
"OK," he says. "Because if they wanted to stop me from loving wrong, that didn't work."
She's very still. "You loved..."
"Yes," he says. "And they tell you, don't they, that if these loves happen, they're not real." The chatter around them, the smell of fries and burnt meat is starting to feel somewhat otherworldly. "I've loved long enough to know now that it isn't any less real."
She shudders, then straightens again. "It's different though," she says. "When you're omega..."
"Sure it's different," and now he's snapping now. "Until they push an Alpha on you six months later, and then it's supposed to be holy, and true, and the realest thing you'll ever feel, even if they know nothing about you." He swallows. "Angelina, I fit where they put me, and it was a mercy. But before... That was about who I was, and she was, not about what we were, or were supposed to be. It was one of the truest experiences of my life."
"And Daddy took it...?"
He's quiet. "No. He didn't. Your Nonno did that."
She bites her lip. "Was he angry?"
He smiles. "No. Not at first. We simply didn't talk about this. And that didn't help anything." He reaches over again. "Samantha, my sweet pup, you are more dutiful than I ever was," he says. "And I don't know what this is supposed to lead to. But where love is, so is God, and -"
"Dai, Mama!" Samantha leaps up, eyes flashing. "I don't love her -"
"I didn't say..."
She whistles to a nearby table. "Dutch. Piper!" And the crew comes over, cutting any conversation short. "Bring my mother home."
"Samantha -"
"I'm gonna walk. See you tonight, mother."
'Mother'.
She's in terrible pain. And she's his baby. It's supposed to happen. She's supposed to take on the world.
But isn't that what he's trying to say to her...?
Thank God for the crew, Dutch knows enough to have somebody trail his girl before she does anything stupid. Easier for Daniel to worry about that, too.
Because however big his home is, there's few places to cry in.
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On the brink of disinheritance for spurning his parents’ wishes that he should settle down and marry, Roderich Edelstein enjoys a bohemian lifestyle in the shining Austrian capital of Vienna. But that lifestyle comes with a price — one Roderich cannot afford to pay as his gambling addiction bleeds him of what money he has. Trying to save what dignity he has left, he makes the ultimate bet: sponsoring an unknown boxer by the name of Gilbert Beilschmidt in an underground bare knuckle boxing ring. Will Roderich’s gamble pay off or will he discover Gilbert is more than just a means of recouping his losses?
Chapters: 60/?
Fandom: Cobra Kai, Karate Kid (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Terry Silver
Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Terry Silver
Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Manipulation, more to be added - Freeform, Dubious Consent, non consensual sexual touching
Series: Part 1 of Mercy Series
Summary:
A canon divergence of what would happen if Terry had taken Daniel home after that first fight.
Poor Daniel lmao. His omega finishing school taught that once an Alpha has their omega, they’re satisfied. Sexytimes will slow down and lessen. They won’t want to rail you all the time.
…But 20+ years later, Daniel’s Alpha is not only going strong, but has gotten even more horny through the years. What other omega has to actually make sure their spouse has enough hobbies to tire them out? Or has to go to an actual omega sanctuary (recommended by their own puppy how mortifying) to get some peace and quiet?
I wonder if Daniel was confused after several puppies as to why Terry wasn’t slowing down. Or did he even covertly ask other omegas if their spouses were so, uh, eager all the time. I can see him wondering if he should confess this, or if it is even a sin considering he and Terry are married? Is it a sin to have too much sex?? Is there a limit to married sex???
So much for omega finishing school! 😤 😤
Terry doesn’t have a clue about all this fretting of course. He just thinks Daniel is a, um, dutiful little spouse.
Look, poor Daniel indeed. Whom would he even ask? If he asked his former classmates, who he is not in contact with, generally, they would accuse him of humblebragging. Apollonia is married to a beta, his Ma is beta, he is pretty sure Betsy doesn't have this problem, he could ask Amanda but Terry is her brother and he could ask Anoush but Louie is his brother and he cannot stress enough how much he doesn't want to know. Maybe there's Kumiko but... Yes, confession is the most likely place to ask about this - clergy know these things, they must do. But how to frame it?
So one Sunday he goes in - to father Martin, he doesn't want his family hearing about this, and the man knows Terry well - and says:
"Bless me father, for I have sinned. I think so, anyway."
That one Martin doesn't get every day. "And what is the nature of this sin, my son?"
"I - father - I am trying to... I'm trying to distract my mate, father."
"Why, my son? And from what?"
Daniel has been rehearsing this in his head for the entire week. "Father, I know love between mates his holy, I truly feel it. But I am trying to - love a little less often, father, I don't know how to cope otherwise."
"Oh, my child." He hears genuine pity in father Martin's voice. "Have you tried to talk to your mate about it?"
"No, father. He get defensive about the topic."
He hears the priest clear his throat. "You don't have to be silent during the act of love," he says. "There's many ways to tell each other what you find relaxing, or -"
Daniel blushes. "It's not that, father, we really work together, eh - during," he says. "It's more a question of, well, time. Planning. Logistics."
Is that a sigh of relief? Anyway. "If the end of the day is too taxing, you can try to make time in the mornings, or even at night - when both of you are awake at nighttime."
"Oh we do that," Daniel scoffs. "I can do morning and night, father, but daytime can get difficult."
"Daytime?"
"Yes."
"Then tell him maybe to wait -"
"Well, that's the trouble."
A very long silence. "And this is how often?"
Daniel bites his lip. "Well, it's much less now," he says. "When I ask things of him, or set things up for him and the pups, and of course he isn't there every night. But I do have to distract him a lot, and it feels off, father. Like I don't want to be with him. I do! It's only that there's things to do, it's hard to explain to him I have errands, or - father I want to give to him, but if I feel that I have nothing to give, it doesn't feel good for him either - Father?"
Another silence. "Does he regularly ask you to make love to him more than twice a day?"
Daniel thinks. "No, he doesn't have the time, but sure, when it's quiet and there's nothing going on-"
"And you're asking if it is a sin to get him to do - something else?"
"Yes."
"My son," father Martin says. "There are many ways to love, and there are many worthy pursuits in life. It's not a sin for you both to open your eyes to, em, other activities."
"It's not?"
"No," father Martin says softly. "Showing your mate other ways to serve your family or yourself, no, that is a virtue. But - have you really not talked to him about this?"
Daniel sighs. "He always takes it personal. Like it's him I don't want. I have a house to run, and it's not like I'm gonna leave him."
"He thinks so?"
"Constantly."
"Does he say why?"
"He's convinced everybody wants something from me," Daniel says. "It would be flattering, but it's nonsense."
"You are sure."
Daniel laughs. "I am hardly God's gift."
"But you haven't given him reason to think differently?"
Daniel frowns. "I have made a vow, father."
"Indeed you have," father Martin says. "Still, it is good to be sure of each other."
Daniel takes a breath. "Terry wouldn't be sure if he handcuffed me to him 24/7. I don't think I can do much to change that. But, like - if I told him to get a hobby...?"
"Not a sin," father Martin says. "Not a sin at all, my son."
***
(I'm sure this wasn't the end of the confession, but that would have concluded this part. I think father Martin was a little shook after, though. Daniel would have been his radiant self going back to his family and father Martin would have needed a stiff drink.)
— Terry gets shot and hurt in Mobverse…could you write a follow-up of Daniel taking care of him at home while he recovers? Since this is after the rape, Terry is probably over the moon that his little mate still feeds him hot soup and fluffs his pillows and fusses and dotes upon him like this. Haha 🥲 Maybe Terry tries to push his luck and get laid but:
Daniel: The doctor said no strenuous activity! 💪🚫
Terry: You can do the work then, baby. 😏 💕
Daniel: NO.😖And don’t try anything either - I JUST changed your bandages! And am NOT getting blood on these new sheets!! 😤
Terry: 😭 😭
"Don't do that."
He grabs his omega's hand, pulls him close, and presses a very long, soft kiss on his fingers.
He hears Daniel take a breath, but he doesn't open his eyes, nuzzles the soft hand until Daniel's knuckles very softly rest against his cheek.
"Do what ...?"
He looks up, swallows, and blinks until his vision clears. "Don't ask me not to love you, baby. I can't do that."
Daniel strokes his hair. "I only meant -"
"Doesn't matter what you meant, don't ask that of me, Danny, love."
"You'll pull a stitch -"
"Not the only way to love. Need to feel you, baby. Hold you. Any time I see you. Any day."
A kiss on his cheekbone. "That's just the pills, Terry, you'll be fine."
"No!" He grabs him. "Stay with me. Be with me. I have to hold you."
Daniel leans over to him. "You poor thing. You really don't feel good yet, hm?"
He wriggles loose, pulls up the covers, kisses him on the mouth. "Shh, Terry, you're OK," he whispers. "I'll bring Anthony here, he loves to sleep on you. I'll turn on the radio, and then I'll get you soup."
He feels the tears fall. "Daniel -"
"I'm not going anywhere," his mate says. "Till death do us part, yes?"
He feels his whole body relax. "Yes."
"Then rest, Alpha," Daniel says simply. "Rest and get well."
Maybe it was always going to hurt a little bit Mike thought later that evening after the gowns had been folded, the campaigns returned to the pages, and the books placed back on their shelf.
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Terry “likes to watch” but new headcanon: so does Amanda. Which leads to Amanda enjoying some good wine while watching Mr. Silver ravish her husband. Hey—the Valley needed some peace, and Hubby-san is a willing martyr. Everyone wins!
I can see that Nonnie, but only in very specific circumstances - if Terry cannot be a threat to their marriage. Which again makes me headcanon the two as the Silver Siblings.
Imagine. Venice, 1520 or thereabouts, absolute peak Renaissance. Terry is young bishop who has fallen for an absolute angel of a seminary student. Those eyes, those lips, that peak and willing obedience to God, the Church, and Terry's proclivities.
The sounds he makes when Terry fucks that darling ass, outrageous. The way he takes Terry's cock in his mouth as if it's the holiest of communions. Anyway, what bliss.
Except the boy is a born whore, and not only to strong authorities like Terry. God, no. Where he finds the energy Terry will never understand, but he likes women too, and useful as that might have been to get him to need absolution, it cannot stand. Terry will not have him in some backwater parish living with a housekeeper, and that's where this is headed because LaRusso has no sense of Vatican politics. If the boy can't fuck his way out of problems, he's a menace. And Amanda needs a husband she can control. Because she is headed to strategic poisoning of some overbearing politician husband and that will not do either. She'd be a distraction where she could be an asset to Terry's plans. She's beautiful and sharp and strong and... he only needs to leave them alone for ten minutes to find her with his Daniel's face buried in her tits.
(That rather stings...!)
They are duly married, and Amanda gladly watches when Terry visits and she is too pregnant for much else. Daniel always duly eats her out when Terry takes him on all fours. Terry is secretly convinced their second was conceived while they were double teaming him.
They squabble over him, too, sometimes. Comes with the territory and the boy has a very sweet blush when they do. But Terry is glad the two people he loves the most seem happy building their riches in Venice when he can't get away from Rome.
(( True, he's fucked him at home barely out of earshot of LaRussos )) You cannot leave us hanging with such a juicy and loaded statement!!!! That mental image of Daniel being carried off by his Alpha to get a good (possessive) pounding while his own family is near enough to hear every whimper is ajkakxsnenc. But I was thinking of this happening maybe for the very first time, and poor Daniel has no idea what’s happening when Terry says he ‘needs him for a moment, sweetheart’. Or perhaps, it’s after the r*pe, and Terry stakes his possessive claim while a LaRusso is checking up on Daniel (maybe Michael, if we really want to push things and trigger Terry ha). Or even: perhaps after the cheating reveal, with things still tense between them, things get heated when the in-laws pop on over. Maybe this time it’s Daniel who (angrily? hurt fully?) goads Terry into fucking him. If you ever have time to write something…
He does not begrudge his Daniel a good relationship with his siblings. But his little one is taking the news of his sister's impending move to Europe very badly. And he has to have them over, all at once. Including the beta one.
But that's fine. Know your enemy and all that. What is not fine, is that Danny hasn't sat down for more than three minutes at the time, juggling food for a small army.
He's pregnant, for feck's sake.
They're so comfortable with him. In fact, they are too comfortable with him. As if their being here is something pedestrian, and not a goddamn privilege! The ease with which they pull him close, and then all but ignore him, lost in some interfamilial nonsense that somehow takes precedence over his mate, his love, the mother of his pup, and the way his Danny returns to the stove with a half smile on his face as if this is somehow OK.
It is Very Much Not!
What is that beta looking at, too? Is this some land grab? Making his home into some LaRusso proxy haunt? That'll be the day. And the sister, Vanessa, is paying far more attention to that other Alpha, Louie, as if he has somehow spent time seasoning lamb chops. Can't she see how distressed his boy is, circling close, furtive little touches - Daniel only does that to him when things at the Stallion get too rough, or he is in unfamiliar territory.
At least that the beta seems to clock. "Leave the cassata, Daniele, come on, tell us about Sicily," he says. "Nessa might need the advice."
"I'm not going there, dickhead," she shoots back.
OK, that's it. "What was that?"
But Louie laughs. "Terry, my man, you don't want to get into this one."
"Yeah, no, this asshole is always being so American about it. As if there is no difference between Sicily, or Florence, or Venice or Naples and they're all completely different universes, it's like mistaking New York for DC -"
"You're letting it get to you," the brother deadpans.
Danny puts a hand on his arm. "Miguele, lascia perdere -"
"Nothing a toast can't fix." Louie grins. "Daniele, the bottle's empty...!"
Terry pushes back his chair. Loudly. "I'll get it."
Danny runs to him. "No, it's OK, I'll do it, I haven't shown you where we keep this one."
"Then show me now."
"No, it's alright, you sit down, relax -"
"Baby." He puts a soft hand on his face. "I want you to show me."
So what if they're all exchanging looks now. This is loaded. Significant. Fundamental. Daniel may be the youngest, but he bears Terry's mark, and shoulders both the responsibility and the station that comes with that.
One more hasty look back. "You take anything you need, please feel -"
"Darling, you've made them welcome. There's stout and whiskey if they want it. Come with me."
"What's stout?" the Alpha brother asks, and he's pulled Danny away.
Daniel's brow is furrowed, his breath quick. "Terry, it is no trouble."
He cups his head. "I know trouble, and that's how it looks. Come here, my darling mate."
That makes his mate look up, because he rarely addresses him as such.
But it's appropriate.
"They are family, and of course you love them, because you love everyone. But my darlin'. You do not owe them. They have no right to you."
He frowns. "I want them to be happy!"
He strokes his hair. "And so they should be, to be within five feet of you."
"I want them to be welcome." He struggles. "Let me go back!"
He pulls him close. "Danny Silver," he says. "There's only two people in this house we have a duty to. Puppy," and he lays his hand very softly on the portruding belly, "and each other."
He kisses him, pushes him against a wall. There's a lot of things in this little cranny that need sorting, apparently, the wine is kept next to a cardbox box full of clothing of some kind. He rips it open, gently manoeuvres the little one inside.
"No -"
"No?"
He puts a hand down his pants, feels for the cock, strokes the balls gently, and there the smell of slick is, unmistakable. He mewls as Terry turns him around, yanks down his pants. "No, huh?" as he feels those beautiful buttocks clench under his ministrations. "No? Say it."
"Ooh," the boy says, as he gushes slick. Terry uses his knee to push him further into the softness of the clothes. The boy is half kneeling, half grasping at some clothes as he gushes slick rhythmically, as if with his heartbeat, and Terry uses his thumb to stroke his boy's rim and his fingers to tickle his balls, his right hand stroking his mate's cock to hardness and fullness. "So wet for me," he whispers, as he feels Danny's cock swelling further, and then he pulls back his hand to rub his own prick. Not much finesse there, left handed, but it takes less than five seconds till he is ready to take back his right hand and spread his mate's cheeks. A huff in protest, but he chuckles and very lightly slaps the perk right bun. "Greedy," he says. "C'mon, baby boy, work for it a little."
It isn't work, though. Lining up his cock with the swollen, slick entrance, massaging his Danny through it until he slides his way in. He's so good at this, his omega, moving his body in such a way as to guide his mate to the pleasure spots within. "Diooooo," he mewls again, "oh, fuck."
So then Terry bends him over to give it to him good, force him to go limp with it to receive his Alpha's might, bringing out soft light sighs with each thrust, fuck, he's taught him well, he takes it so well.
"Oh," Danny sobs, "ohoo -!" And that they can't not have heard, every LaRusso here, and Terry kisses and licks his bitemark as a reward, for the way he lets his Alpha guide him, by the hips, to take it to the hilt, fuck, to let Terry feel him splayed out around his girth.
"Ah!" Terry sobs, "assah!" and spurts up in the heat of him, the soft and slick tightness, the shivering softness under him.
Heaven. Home.
He rubs the shivers and tears away, uses the soft fabrics in the box to clean the worst of the mess, and rights his boy. He's flush, his lips, his cheeks ruddy and red, eyes wet and shining.
His body is limp and softly pressed to Terry's side; he stays seated that way for the rest of the evening.
When will I stop being surprised at the weird amount of support Silverusso (or at the very least, Terry and Daniel’s relationship) gets on reddit? Not helped by the massive boners folks on their have for Terry. (Can we blame them?)
Also: that commentary on Johnny is both hilarious, pathetic, and accurate. My apologies to Sensei Wolf.
It's TIG baby, the answer is always TIG. Who better than to play the biggest villain of the show?! The moment Terry Silver entered the scene, aaall the other villains became side quests.
And because TIG and Ralph have that level of chemistry, they immediately became the center of the show. Even season 6 if you cut away the bloat, puts Terry down as the big villain and Daniel (and Kreese to some extent) as the one who has to deal with him.
Johnny, unfortunately for him, became a side character in his own show the moment Terry made his debut.
Terry was always the biggest baddest evil of the franchise, and Daniel was always the hero.
Does Daniel’s family consider what Terry did to him domestic violence? Or is it something that unfortunately came with the price of marrying him off to a crime boss? I can see the Don putting that aside to avoid a war/power struggle, but idk how the rest of the family can still talk to Terry or hang out with him after he hurt Daniel so badly.
They feel they've brought it on themselves by marrying him to Terry, yes.
They didn't handle the Santorini uprising well; had to marry Daniele off to deal with the fallout of that, and honestly... They can't fault Terry completely for retaliating. He'd have had to do something to save face, or lose his power within the family dynamic, plus his status among his own crew.
Michael had hoped to neutralise Terry. Send him home empty handed, maybe provoke an attack the LaRussos would have now been able to withstand. Conveniently forgetting that his own little brother was, in practice if not in name, Terry's hostage. Terry knew he'd be marrying into hostile territory, but Danny boy was insurance against the LaRussos attacking him. Brutal but effective. Because if the LaRussos would try to hurt him, he had one of them, a sweet, beloved boy, exactly where he could hurt him back. Michael banked on the fact that since they were now bonded mates, Terry would hold back. That is if he considered Daniel's safety at all in the heat of the moment. Maybe a small part of his brain even welcomed the idea of taking something out on his brother, who was so evidently beloved by the father he'd always worked so hard to impress. Daniele only ever needed to smile and Pop would melt into a puddle.
Now what Terry did, they have a hard time forgiving him for, but for Daniele's sake, they can't afford to freeze him out. Most of them think Terry had a point in wanting more influence in LaRusso afairs. That's implied when you marry into a family. He didn't get any. Daniel hates business and the rest of them didn't let him in. And Terry was like: I have been very patient, I have been good to your son and brother, so give me my due. (Or else I can hurt him, obviously.)
The Don knew that day would come, and what should have happened is what ended up happening anyway: they made a construction where the LaRussos would aid Terry's expansion into new business, provided he kept out of old LaRusso dealings. That way, Terry could still expand without him having to expand into LaRusso territory. Really, Michael, did you think Terry Silver is a man you could tell: "Our offer is this. Nothing." and have him not retaliate? Did you really not consider he might go for the easiest target? And if you didn't care why would I ever leave my people in your protection?! If you can't even protect your omega brother?
They see what Terry did to Daniel as a warning shot. He really will hurt us all if we cross him. He has no scruples. You don't have to trust him but you cannot ignore him.
Plus he really is quite fun after a few drinks.
As for poor Daniele... He didn't kill Terry in his sleep and he didn't tell them all to go to war so maybe there is more there than they know. Also his puppies are adorable and the Terry is their father, and very involved.
They'll have to learn to coexist. And it's easier to keep an eye on Daniele when Terry is welcome in their homes. Imagine if he wasn't, how would they ever get to see that sweetheart Danny boy again?
All is fair in love and war, and Terry and the LaRussos are never not at war.
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"I know you want to take a break from writing, have you considered not doing that?" Nonnie thanks for saying that ❤️
Secret Santa writing is not usually something I do, but here is a little holiday scene:
This kind of work is not something Terry likes doing but Dutch's good kind of crazy occasionally morphs into a bad kind of crazy and that is better dealt with indoors and in person.
He's hurt his hand.
Anyway, he wants a nightcap, because this is not something he wants to wake Danny up for.
Except there's someone in the house. Susan had given the all clear, what - he grabs his gun -
E a Natale si può amare di più...
"Danny?"
"Shhh, Terry!"
He blinks as he watches his omega rearrange baubles and floating little angels, except:
"Sweetheart, it's three in the morning!"
"Yes!" He whispers, loudly then -
"Oh Terry you're hurt!"
It is a drug, how the touch of his mate makes the stress ooze out of him.
"Sit down," Danny says. "I'll get a gauze..."
He should say no. He doesn't want to say no, he wants to sit on the couch and be fussed over. He enjoys Daniel dressing the scrape on his knuckles before he strokes his hair. "What are you doing up?"
"Just a few touches, I am nearly done."
"But haven't the pups helped you?" How hard can it be, it's one tree, but Daniel snorts.
"Sammy and Yasmin get way too competitive, Eli and Gianni keep going on about geometry, Anthony fights me on every bauble and I can't only ask Robby and Luna, it would break all their hearts."
He shakes his head. "So you get up in the dead of night to redo it all by yourself...?"
His face lights up. "Hardly! Luna has an amazing eye and so do Gianni and Eli, you only need to put it in practice without everyone getting in each other's way."
He touches his face. "Mo cuishle, you'll be exhausted."
He smiles. "It's one night a year, I'll be fine."
He sits up. "How often have you done this?"
"The past ten years, at least."
He's gaping. "Baby..."
"It's OK," he giggles. "It's nice and quiet."
He stands up. "You're going to bed."
"I'm nearly done!"
"Now. Tomorrow I am telling the pups to stop bothering their mother and get the decorations fixed."
"Daiii, that won't help -"
"Watch me, sweetheart. It'll be done in ten minutes."
Danny pulls him down. "They're proud of themselves every year, Terry, don't ruin it."
"I won't have you -"
"Luna thinks an angel comes down every year to fix our tree, don't you dare tell her differently."
That would break his heart but - "You need to sleep."
"I'm fine..."
"Tell you what," he says. "After you finish, you're going to bed, and you're going to sleep in. I'll take the pups out for eggs and pancakes."
His eyes light up. "You would?" But then he shakes his head. "Terry, you'll have barely slept."
He kisses Danny's hand. "I'll sleep after." Then he grins. "Maybe you'll come join me."
Daniel smiles. "Nothing's for free, huh?" But then he starts. "Che cazzo, they have school!"
"No they don't."
"They do, it's another week before -"
"Daniel." He laughs. "I hate to tell you this, but I'm a criminal."
"No but there's the science fair, and tests -"
"I'll have them dropped off if they want to go, otherwise it's an emergency dentist appointment. School won't check."
Daniel shakes his head. "You're a terrible influence."
Terry laughs, kisses his forehead. "I do my best. Besides, the pups know better than to let their grades slip."
"That they do." Daniel gives him a hug. "Can you put the boxes back before bed?"
