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Birds of a Feather! Part 2 Test

Test x Y/n

Warnings: Cuteness!!

Word Count: 537

A/N: Feel free to send me requests but also this was sent in by my babes/raindrop/sunflower @edgessunflower. Let’s get into it

The dawn crept in through the thin curtains, soft light painting the dingy motel room in muted hues. Y/N stirred, the distant hum of traffic and the occasional bird call nudging her awake. For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Then she felt it—warmth beside her.

Test was still asleep, his arm slung lazily over his side of the bed. Somehow during the night, the unspoken barrier between them had vanished. His broad shoulder brushed hers, his long legs tangled slightly with hers beneath the sheets. She froze for a second, her heart skipping.

He looked… peaceful. The sharp lines of his face, so often hardened with intensity or cocky grins, were softened now. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and for a brief moment, Y/N wondered what it would be like to wake up like this every day.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the distant rumble of an engine outside. She stiffened, instinct kicking in.

“Test,” she whispered, nudging his shoulder. He didn’t move.

“Test!” she hissed, shaking him harder.

His eyes fluttered open, squinting against the pale morning light. “What?” he grumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Someone’s here,” she said, nodding toward the window.

In an instant, he was alert, sitting up and running a hand through his messy blond hair. He leaned over to peek through the curtain, his sharp gaze scanning the lot.

“Relax,” he said after a moment. “Just a truck pulling into the diner next door.”

Y/N exhaled, her shoulders slumping. “Great. Add paranoia to the list of things keeping me awake.”

Test smirked, leaning back against the headboard. “You could’ve just stayed asleep. You looked cozy enough last night.”

She rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her. “Don’t get used to it. Last night was an exception.”

“Sure,” he drawled, his smirk widening. “Because you totally hated it.”

Y/N grabbed a pillow and swatted him, laughing despite herself. He caught it mid-swing, pulling it from her hands and tossing it aside with ease.

“Easy, tiger,” he teased. “We’ve got bigger problems than your fear of sharing a bed.”

She sobered at that, the reality of their situation settling back over her. “Right. Any ideas on our next move, genius?”

Test shrugged, his easy demeanor never faltering. “Lay low for another day, maybe two. Let them think we’ve skipped town. Then we figure out who’s after you and why.”

She frowned, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees. “I told you, I don’t know who it is. I didn’t even realize that ring was worth anything.”

“Yeah, well, someone thinks it is,” Test said, his voice hardening slightly. “And until we figure out what’s going on, you’re stuck with me.”

“Lucky me,” Y/N muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched in a reluctant smile.

“Damn right,” he said, leaning closer. “Now, you gonna make us some coffee, or do I have to do everything around here?”

Y/N shoved him playfully as she stood, grabbing the cheap coffee pot from the counter. Despite everything—the danger, the uncertainty—there was something comforting about this moment.

Maybe, just maybe, having Test around wasn’t so bad after all.

To be continued?

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