Good Cookies: Prompt and Fill Post, Round Two
Good Cookie, definition: 1. Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal; 2. Generation Kill fanworks created for YAGKYAS. Can include short (under 1000 words) ficlets, drabbles, drawables, mixtapes, fanart, whatever!
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Rudy fears they’ll walk in together as who they are-who they are down to the bone--and his brothers won’t know him anymore, won’t talk to him anymore, won’t recognize him anymore. Rudy’s afraid (in that tiny, darkened part of himself he hates having), that they won’t be his brothers any more.
“Don’t stand behind a sleeping mule,” Pappy says.
Rudy tilts his head and thinks about that. “Let it be, let it be?” he replies.
“They knock you down, they will not be getting back up,” Pappy says, and it’s a promise, a reminder that no matter what happens tonight, no matter who says what, they’re playing the same rules they always have. The two of them first for each other, Rudy’s hand steady on Pappy’s shoulder, Pappy’s hand barely a whisper at the small of Rudy’s back as they walk in the big doors.
And those boys-those foul-mouthed sons of bitches Pappy loves more than his own damn eyes somedays-not giving a good goddamn that Rudy and Pappy are in each other’s pockets in an entirely different way, only seeing them as they are, as their brothers, and teasing them as they always have about the fact that they’re so goddamn married it hurts.
It does hurt, Pappy thinks when Rudy flashes him a brilliant smile, one tinged with a little self-deprecation at his ridiculous, silly worry that his brothers-his brothers--would ever forsake him. It hurts in the best way; it hurts like there’s not enough room in his heart but his heart’s going to keep finding more room.
It’s the best night of Pappy’s whole life, this Ball, and it only gets better when Rudy runs a thumb along his jaw and says, “You missed a spot.”
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This is epic and wonderful and everything I could ever want in life. Or at least GK fandom.
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