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cryptid-killjoy · 10 months ago

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"A demon? My-my." Brigitte gave him a knowing look. She may not have known the demon or the story behind it, but she knew that meant these two were messing in other worlds. To her that meant a little something.

"Moving along in the world it seems." There was some pride in her voice, the sort of pride that came with power. She knew it took power to make alliances on the other side.

Zeke was sniggering at Elsa's response. It was hard for him to take much too seriously, but he sure did remember that demeanor. "Well, good thing because I'm not going to be around. But alright. Alright. If it ever runs out of gas and you need a furry friend again we'll just see who you wish was around." He was having a hard time keeping a straight face. He put his hands up in surrender before refilling them again with more toothpicks to pick up more bacon.

Brigitte asked him, "Why even bother with the toothpicks at this point?"

"Good point, darling." Then he started picking them up by hand more efficiently to get a better mouthful at once.

Valerie would look over from her embrace with Brigitte when it finally happened and woo-wee Thomas's smile too. Speaking of his little gap tooth it was something she never even fathomed to change of him either. She never thought of it as something to fix. That wasn't even how her mind worked. All she saw was the familiar smile grew to love, the one that smiled at all the right times, and cheeky at all the inappropriate times. He was her so beloved smile.

She loved watching it as he offered River to figure out how to sew his arm back on. That really tickled her. It reminded her a bit of Sally though considering where they were she decided not to say so in case Frank had any feelings about that, but she was guessing Sally would know just how fix this one. However, remembering Sparky it would only hold so long the more he decayed. Valerie understood his night was coming to a head. Then Thomas thought of an even better one. "Victor. Oh that's good, Love. I bet he's used to it."

Valerie was laughing, so River was laughing. They all had a sense of humor about it. Something told her she was going to get him a blinged up staple gun for Christmas and he would love to hate it damn it. It would probably even get used.

Then that's when Raya walked up and her heart couldn't have been more warmed than seeing Thomas dance with her. That one almost made her tear up. It was good though. Watching Thomas mingle with Chip's wives made it feel like the family was in tact and stable as ever. There was a time they thought their world was falling apart. That feeling felt so long ago from how she felt right now that it felt almost like a lifetime ago. An age. She really should have known Halloween always fixes everything.

Ray would jump in after Raya. Pippin and Jenna would take a turn too. Ziya however was back home with the kids at the moment. Mrs. Responsible. That said watching everyone take turns while Chip was having his fun outside felt like the dream she always had for her family. This was it. As she stepped back she could see it. She'd been so swept up in a whirlwind of the past year's diapers with the triplets it was hard to slow down and see. But now that they were a bit older and the world was slowing down and this party let her stand back and see it she knew she was there. She was finally there. Even after her dead son just blew her kisses on a dismembered hand they were all here. She had it all. She made it. Dear Loa Fuck. What an overwhelming but absolutely beautiful feeling.

That's when Thomas finally came back and was dancing with her. It swept her off her feet to the point of feeling dizzy. Thomas must have noticed and it must not have been all in her head nor just the surreal feeling because he ushered her to go have a sit. She knew she felt woosy, but she thought maybe it was drinks. She wasn't usually a lightweight though. She let her inner thoughts that were trying to figure it out drift away the moment they sat down and he pulled her legs up over his. The air whooshed in and it felt so good after being under all that fabric. She leaned her head against his shoulder and took that moment to rest. She'd whisper while she leant there, "I love tonight and I love you."

River would be right there, ever devoted son, Chip had been calling him Norman for how devoted to his mother he was. But truth was any of the others would do just about anything for her too. He was just teasing though. It wasn't quite Norman level though Chip liked to debate it since he went all ghost boy about it. Still, there he was right when she was in slight distress standing outside Thomas to shake his hand. He'd stick out the hand that was dismembered to shake just to be silly. Leave it River to keep making a joke of it.

"I miss hugs." River admitted after Thomas said such a thing. It was a tad difficult for a touchy feely boy from a touchy feely family not to be able to reach out for affection anymore.

"Every time you're tangible honeypot. You come get as many as you like. That's a promise." Valerie nor Flotsam weren't very big on promises as they were too easily broken, but that was one they were sure they could easily keep.

"I'd hug you for saying that, but I'm worried something else might fall off if I do. I'm going to meet you, see you at home again. I should go."

As River backed away Valerie lifted her head and pointed for Thomas to look. Their son was blowing them kisses goodbye for now.

River wanted to leave before he completely fell apart in front of the whole ballroom. He could feel it happening. So he waved goodbye to Thomas and Valerie holding the offed-hand in his still connected arm to do the wave. He even used it to kiss off the palm of and blow across it. He'd do the same thing as he sent his farewell to Elsa. Then he was gone.

Valerie was too happy to weep a single tear at that goodbye. She knew he'd be back. All she could do was laugh because that was so River to do such a thing with his dismembered limb. Nothing could make her happier tonight. She didn't believe so anyhow.

She noticed Elsa making her way out. It made her assume she was leaving the party entirely. There was this very calm but euphoric joy that encased Valerie as she stayed partially in Thomas's lap. She motioned the whole dance floor after that. Even with the kids in their eyes outside which she knew he could also see, a shared feeling she hadn't experienced with anyone since Jetsam, only now the person across from her paid attention. Everything he could have never been was there in this shared experience. Thomas cared about it all. He never missed a beat. He even cared that Jetsam was out there somewhere now. Thomas just got it. He let him be Valerie. He let him be Flotsam. He let him be whatever he wanted and still that gap tooth side smile always upturned for them. He was right there when his heart needed a little break on the dance floor.

"Look at our family out there." She whispered as she leaned back down again.

Sure some were outside but she knew he could see them as he could to an extent. Chip's family went back to dancing and having fun. Lil John was currently taking his chances with Raya. Even seeing their old archery nemesis out there dancing with his wife brought back some competitive feelings. Their inner Flotsam wanted to challenge them, but another voice told them they'd had enough for one night. Plus, they didn't bring their bow or quiver. Clopin and Kuzco dancing were stealing their heart. Bastien and Maddy with their little one. The whole floor was covered in people they cared for or were connected to in one way or another. It wasn't like going to a random event full of strangers. This whole place had her heart tonight.

"I think I'm ready to go home. Love, I'm tired. Plus, I don't want to see everyone disappear. I want to remember the room all full, just like this. Drive me back?"

Then her eye caught Gepetto. "Oh, but not before I give him a hug." Then she walked up behind him in the middle of Willem and Figaro's full throttle chatting and gave him a big hug from behind. She knew too much of the man after listening to Hook drone on and on complaining. She knew how to read between the Hook lines though. Flotsam had been chasing lost boys since he was a little kid in the never swamps.

"G'night Papa Gepetto. So glad you stopped by." She squeezed and squeezed from behind his chair with her head around the side of his face. Then she'd explain, "We're headed out, Can't really stay and chat. But it's so great to see you."

Then she placed a hand on Figaro's shoulder. Maybe they weren't a gal who wanted her affection but Figaro was going to get it anyway. "In coming." She warned and gave Figaro a hug from behind their chair too. They whispered while they were down there, "You'll never forget this. Not one second of it. It stays. Every single one. Mine do of Momma." That was just for Figaro. Then she lifted away.

Memories had a way of fading with time, blurring, changing, warping. But, Flotsam lost his parent too. Mambo Lavaeu. One. They called her shadow their dad, but they knew better. That shadow was an altar. It was all one person making a single mother life split after all its complexities personified into Dr. F. But, it was all pieces of his moma and they'd gotten the chance to meet them in the afterlife too. More than once, and every single second of those were as vivid in their mind as if it was yesterday, almost more vivid than the life lost. It was like they forgot to remember life was important the first go around. But after every second became so precious it felt impossible to forget. It never lost it's color. Something told them it'd be like that for Figaro too. They wanted to make sure at the very least, just in case they worried, they knew how it was for them, so they could rest easy. This memory wouldn't fade.

She took Thomas's hand. "I think I'm ready now."

She looked around one last time. She still couldn't seem to find Delta and Frank. She had wanted to thank their hosts before leaving but that was okay. She was sure with a big party like this they were busy. She's already spent time with her earlier. It'd be okay.

They saw Chess on the way to the door and she was looking extra tipsy. It worried her. One more stop apparently, "You can come to our place if you need. You know that, right? Anyone could give you a ride."

Valerie was going to make sure her friend didn't go driving or realm jumping drunk. That could end up worse than driving. "Tell her she's no trouble, not ever, right Thomas." As if Thomas's encouragment might convince her to be more mindful. Valerie was of the silly mind that just because she cared what Thomas thought everyone should. It worked wonders for her life.

Then by the time they got through a Chess barely worried about it conversation as most tipsy people are not Valerie had done all she could and again said, "Okay, now I'm so ready."

“A gift from a demon itself,” Thomas said, waggling his eyebrows to try to make it sound all the more impressive. Oh, Jules was a master when it came to fashion, that much was true, and this hat was no exception. A one of a kind hat for a one of a kind man.

Elsa was still playing the part of snooty, though it almost felt like a part at this moment. Playing it up to be the person that Zeke remembered - which was a little amusing, actually. If she had started to smile the way that she did around Koda, it might be a bit disconcerting for those who were around. And she sort of liked him being the only one who saw the ‘warm’ side.

“I’m not your girlfriend,” She said, the corners of her mouth stiff as she said that. “And it was entirely out of necessity, I still prefer my moped.”

Which in itself was a little funny, even Thomas chortled at that. It was one of the most Elsa-like answers that she could have given.

But yes, thinking abour ugly Christmas sweaters made him think about the upcoming season. Christmas was just around the corner. Less than two months away. The feeling of it growing close made him feel cheerful, like a kid again. The Laveaus always made their Christmases special. They turned it into a work of art with the sweater, the tree, the decorating that Valerie would go crazy on and Thomas did nothing to try to stop her.

The only thing that would make it better is if Brigitte and Zeke were able to be there with them for it this year.

They had it all. Chip, Scout, Dale and Koda had Jetsam back, going out there to go buck-wild, as he could see through Scout’s vision, the blurring of cars and zombies, Chip getting a good shot off, helping Go-Go get blood off of their her face. Looking around briefly - seemed like everyone save for perhaps Elsa had someone, or were off doing something, but it was happy nonetheless. He was grateful to have his family around him again. Very grateful.

Valerie’s reaction to seeing her sister too, was a thing of damn beauty. That smile right there, the larger than life one, that was something that he didn’t know that he needed until that very moment, and it made his own grow, showing off the slight gap on one side of his teeth, an imperfection he never thought of getting fixed.

He got a little distracted, watching River’s arm come off, and chuckled a little bit, shaking his head. “Want me to see if I can get some duct tape for that?” He offered, watching the man he thought of as a son try to pop his arm back in. “Maybe a staple gun? Or I’m sure Victor has a sewing kit in case Frank ever pops his stitches,” He was half-joking. It would not have surprised him at all if that were the truth. Helpful to the end, Mr Fix-It, that was our Thomas.

“Hey love, I didn’t expect it either,” He said softly to Valerie, watching her happiness grow more and more. If there was a limit to smiles, Valerie seemed to get there in the end. And of course he had to sneak his phone out and take a picture of it when she wasn’t paying attention. “This has to be in the top Halloweens ever.”

Only beat by the one when they were all still alive, of course. Without the knowledge that it was all going to end that night and some of them would be slipping away for another year. Though that did also bring back the anticipation of the next time. It was like Christmas. It ends so fast and then you look forward to it next year.

Arms around his wife and Zeke as they did the funny five-way dance, all just enjoying themselves, not caring what they looked like to anyone else. That was something he learned being a Laveau. Fuck what anyone else thinks. He had a touch of that before, but it grew a lot stronger, falling in love with Valerie. The only ones with opinions important enough were right in this circle -

And the new addition.

Oh, he was touched. He had felt Raya come in here with Chip, but had assumed that maybe she had gone with him, or was going to stick near Ray. But here she came up to him, of her own volition. His face softened, looking at the other wolf. The one with the same maker. The one who shared in his Hell. That connection held strong.

He didn’t see Valerie’s look. He didn’t need to. Of course he was going to dance with Raya without any sort of prompting from anyone else. “I’d be delighted,” He said, letting go of the two around him to take hold of Raya’s hand and bow to her, the way that a Gentleman was supposed to. “A dance with you, sister, sounds perfect.”

He wasn’t scared of her. One of the few who wasn’t, even if she could lash out and be volatile at random times, the zombie part taking over. There was a real risk that she could turn him into a zombie and yet - he had this trust that she knew that they were already alike, and wouldn’t go for him like that. So he gave her a little twirl, like she was a ballerina, under his arm - with her being short enough to do so - and grinned at her as they got a little closer for the dance.

He’d offer a dance to Chip’s other wives - swooping in and saving them from the Merry-Men when they needed it, and would potentially have offered Elsa one if she hadn’t disappeared, unknowing that it was to go and do Bastien a favor. That would come later, to the surprise of many.

And then he was back at his wife’s side, his favorite place to be, an arm around her waist. Noticing the dizziness, the sound of her heartbeat, he was right there in an instant, holding her up, and holding her close, the smell of her hair fresh against his nostrils. “I’ve got ya,” He said, soothingly. “Let’s have a little sit down.”

They’d sit down together, chairs pressed together, the legs of them almost tangled with how close that they were, Thomas pulling her thighs over top of his lap and rubbing them. He wasn’t ashamed of being outed as a leg-man in public like this. Anyone who knew him for ten minutes knew he was obsessed with his wife, regardless.

When River came over, he’d hold out a hand to shake River’s once more. “It was great being able to hug you again, kid,” He said with a grin. He hoped he’d be able to do it again. Leave it to the ever brilliant River to figure out a way to get a body, even if it was just for a short while. It was damn good to see it, and he was never going to underestimate him again.

One hand on her back, rubbing it softly, the other on her thigh, squeezing it, kneading it underneath her dress, seeing all the smiles around, Thomas was feeling damn good. This Halloween had been exquisite.

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rubykgrant · 2 years ago

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Hi, it's me again, another question I have is your Pokemon: Yellow starter gijinkas's friendships with other people: Are there any others that they made friends with as well while growing up? -The Anon with No Name

Hello~

When I think about my other Pokemon I either caught, or traded into Yellow, OR traded from Yellow to OTHER games, the ones I spent the most time leveling-up would probably get close to the Kanto Starter trio and be friends in a gijinka scenario-

-Pidge (my Pidgey from Red, that I fully evolved to a Pidgeot), would be a flight instructor who also worked as a rescue plane pilot. Older than the main kids, but when their in their early 20s, they meet, and is one of the calm and reliable friends they have. Charmer would love learning to fly from Pidge

-Tot and Walnut (my Yellow Rattata who I leveled-up to 35 but didn't evolve, and my Raticate I caught later in the wild), would be a kid Sparky knew when he was young, but later moved away... eventually, they run into each other again as adults, and Tot shares that he found an uncle he didn't know about. Walnut is one of those guys who's rough around the edges, but genuinely caring

-Petalooma and Hemlock (my Vileploom and Victreebel I traded from Red and Blue games), two somewhat of eccentric people who live near the woods, playing up the "mysterious" act. They're both botanists, both making scientific studies/illustrations of plant life, and working on combinations for medicine (plus, homemade soap). Bough seeks them out when he needs advice about a rare plant that will help cure sick friends

-Vivi (my Eevee from Yellow, who I never evolved until much later, traded her through several games, and eventually became a Sylveon), a young girl who grew up in Celadon. She's hard of hearing, and doesn't often speak, but knows several forms of sign language. She was a bit of a child prodigy, but didn't like being forced to perform academically... she wasn't able to find her inner rebel until she met Sparky and the others as a teen, and despite her gentle and attitude, she's a tough cookie (as a Sylveon, she teaches forms of dance, and has her own fashion boutique, but is also an impressive tech genius)

-Serenity (my Lapras from Crystal), would be a librarian who lives by the ocean. She'd meet Shell after a storm hits the area, and they both work together helping people who get stuck in the area (as a gijinka, she'd be in a wheelchair, and is still very adept at swimming and knows many rescue techniques/medical facts). She actually grew up near Violet City, and spent lots of time as a child exploring Union Cave (her family didn't think she was capable being in a wheelchair, but she is very good at safety measures, figuring out technical ways to make things work)

-Pandora (my Larvitar from Crystal, who I fully evolved to a Tyranitar), would be a young punk kid at first who got abandoned in the mountain area outside of Blackthorn... she had a tough time growing up, but eventually found people who cared about her, and has mellowed as an adult. Still has a strong punk vibe, though! She has worked occasionally as a boxer, but she also enjoys painting and singing

-Ray and Kamehameha (my Raichus from Red and Ultra Sun), Sparky's distant cousins who he eventually meets. Ray works at a burger place, and Kamehameha is a lifeguard. They're both fun-loving guys who like to make sure everybody is happy, and after getting to know Sparky, they each become foster parents on their own (Ray adopts Dennis and Davey, two Pichu from my Emerald game. Kamehameha adopts Michi, a Pichu from my X game)

Thanks for asking!

#ask #answer #anon #pokemon yellow

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thunderfox85 · 4 years ago

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The Thunder Breaking In Your Heart

Raiden x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, jealousy, mentions of violence, rough sex, NSFW

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Raiden stands in the entryway to the chapel, fumbling with a small cluster of buttercup flowers that made up the boutonnière. No matter how hard he tries, he can't get it to stay in place.

You watch from the doorway of the room where Sonya is putting her finishing touches on as she prepares to walk down the aisle. As you watch Raiden struggle with the flowers, you briefly wonder what it would be like to have him look at you the way Cage looked at Sonya, but dismissed it just as quickly as it appeared in your thoughts. Raiden was beyond such mortal feelings. Deciding he had struggled enough, you moved out into the hallway and towards the chapel doors.

" Here,let me help you," you says you reach him. You look up and pause, waiting for him to give permission. You know he doesn't care to be touched if not necessary. He looks down at you, even with the 3" pumps, you're barely eye level with the massive expanse that is his chest.

" Assistance would be greatly appreciated," Raiden says calmly, neither his voice nor his face give away any of the thoughts swirling in his head. Almost imperceptibly, he held his breath as you took the boutonniere from his hand, your fingers brushing his as you do so. You try to hide the hitch in your breath at the contact, you vowed no one would never know of your attraction to the Thunder God, including Raiden himself. If he noticed, he gave nothing away as you affix the flowers to the breast of his pale, silvery blue tabard.

"There," you say as you smooth out the fabric around it.

"All set." You look up, flashing him a brilliant smile, the light dancing in your eyes, blushing ever so slightly. Realizing your hands were still on him, you quickly withdrew them.

"I'm sorry! Forgive me, Lord Raiden, " you manage to mumble out. His silence causing you to further kick yourself mentally for overstepping the carefully set boundaries.

"I appreciate your help, " Raiden finally answers. Standing rigidly, his face showing no emotion.

"I should see if Sonya is ready, it's nearly time. " you retreat back to the bridal room to finish any last minute details.

Raiden's composure nearly broke. His thoughts racing as he struggled top calm the pounding of his heart and maintain his even breath. The moment you had stepped from the room across the hall, you had captivated him. It caught him off guard at how breathtakingly beautiful you looked in the pale, silvery blue dress,with its buttercup yellow sash carefully wrapped at your waist accentuating the curves found beneath. The color complimenting your skin. The Thunder God had never seen you in makeup before. Your eyes shown bright, enhanced by the smoky shadow and winged liner. Here could have stared into their depths forever. Your lips were the softest of pink and he found himself wondering how they would feel against his own. Before he had realized it, you were before him, offering help with the pin. The way you had paused waiting for permission briefly had him wondering if you would be this submissive beneath him. He immediately had to rein in his wayward thoughts. He had answered curtly and held his breath at your touch, so as not to alert you to the impurity of his imaginings. He thought for sure you would feel the thunderous beat of his heart as you smoothed the fabric surrounding this ridiculous accessory. Then you smiled.

By the Elder Gods, it was as if you held the light and warmth of the sun! He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He barely managed to voice his thanks before you retreated to the bridal room again. He stood there lost in thought, not noticing Johnny Cage's approach.

"Earth to Rai-dude! Everything on okay? You're not having more visions are you? " Cage asked with a concerned look. Raiden shakes his head to dispel the intruding thoughts.

"No, Johnny Cage. There are no visions this day, " he says avoiding Cage's gaze.

"Well, whatever, or " Cage says with a wink, "whoever has you so distracted, I hope it works out for you, Sparky." Cage laughs at Raiden's disdainful look.

"I assure you, " Raiden begins sternly, "I am above such temptations. The situation is of low concern. "

"Whatever you say my dude, " Cage smirks. "I see how you look at her when you think no one's watching."

"With her propensity for getting into dangerous predicaments, I am merely watching out for her safety. " Raiden responds exasperatedly. Johnny Cage was irritatingly observant sometimes.

"Sure....." Cage says skeptically while checking his watch. "Alright, Rai-man! It's showtime! " he says excitedly, throwing jazz hands. Liu Kang and Jax had joined them and the four of them made their way into the chapel to take their places.

A hush fell over the guests, as Kung Lao and another Shaolin Monk opened the double doors of the temple wide. Vera Briggs, Kitana, and yourself walk down the gilded aisle. You look up at the altar and immediately lock eyes with Raiden. He is absolutely stunning, towering over the other three men easily. Feeling the heat rising to your cheeks, you tear your gaze away from him as you take your place on the dais. You miss Raiden's expression change from stoic to wide eyed and slack jawed as you moved into position. Fujin catches your eye from the throng of guests seated before you, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

He must really like weddings, you thought. You didn't see Jax reach over and lift Raiden's chin, effectively closing his mouth. Cage notices and whispers, "Hey man, that situation had moved up your priority list? " he jabs chuckling. Raiden had no time to bite out a retort as the music starts. Two flower girls walk down the aisle gently flinging white petals about. Sonya makes her entrance.

The ceremony becomes a blur. Every time you let your eyes roam, they always find Raiden watching you. The blue- white orbs taking on an intensity you have never seen before. It causes you to feel entirely too warm and butterflies to work up from the pit of your stomach and into your chest, where they remain for the duration of the ceremony. You barely register the officiant announcing "You may kiss the bride!" exuberantly . You look past the happy couple, tho find Raiden still has not taken his eyes off you. Blushing profusely, you try to look anywhere but him. You catch Kitana's eye and she gives you a knowing smirk. You look away quickly only to find the Wind God watching you with a mischievous glint in his expression.

Oh no! You thought knowing that look. Fujin was planning on irritating his older brother. You nearly miss your cue to follow the newly weds off the dais. You move as if on autopilot, following the other bridesmaids as they each paired up with their partners.

What is Fujin planning this time? you thought mildly panicked. He had pushed Raiden to near violence with his pranks and teasing in the past, especially where you were concerned. Raiden didn't tolerate jokes played on him at your expense. He defended your honor as fiercely as he did Earthrealm. You feel a sudden touch at your elbow, startling you out of your worried ponderings. You hadn't noticed Raiden had fallen in step beside you, and even though it had been rehearsed nearly to death, you still flinched at the sudden contact. Raiden gently took your elbow, coaxing your arm to intertwine with his, just as it had been practiced. You breath shallowed as your pulse quickened. You weren't sure if the shiver that ran up your spine was from his electric touch or from your own excitement. He looked down at quizzically.

"Are you cold?" He asked in a barely audible whisper.

"A little," you whispered your lie. The truth was you felt entirely too warm, your heart pounding in your ears threatening to drown out all other noise. You were sure he could hear it too. Raiden seemed to accept your answer and disentangled his arm from yours only to drape it across your bare shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. Your sharp inhale gaining another glance from his intense blue-white eyes but he says nothing. Instead, he grazes his thumb over the exposed flesh of your shoulder. Intense, heated desire flushed your skin and made its way deep into your core. You shuddered again and his response was to pull you closer still. You were practically glued to his side. Once outside, the bridal party began to disperse. Separating into groups, and piling into vehicles that would take them to the reception venue, a mountainside resort with cabins for those few invited and a large dining/event hall over looking the valley below. Raiden didn't immediately let go as you made your way to vehicles. Instead, he let his hand skim from your shoulder, down your side, and finally came to rest at your waist where it lingered but a moment before his touch left you. As you climbed into your vehicle, he watched you with the same unwavering intensity he had at the altar. Fujin appeared behind him and said something that must have caught the Thunder God off guard. Judging by the frown on Raiden's face it couldn't have been anything good. The last sight of the two as you pulled away, was Fujin laughing at a scowling Raiden.

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The trip to the reception party was only an hour's drive, but it was long enough for your thoughts to comb over every detail of your interactions with the Protector of Earthrealm. Most notably how his hand had felt caressing you. The way it felt like he was undressing you with his eyes. Again you imagined what it would feel like beneath him. Those hands travelling to forbidden places. You blushed at the realization of just how illicit your daydream had become. Pulling into the parking area, you took a moment to collect your composure before exiting and collecting your bags from the trunk. The next three days were going be a much needed vacation. Johnny and Sonya had planned this mini retreat as a thank you to their closest friends for not only defending Earthrealm, but also putting up with Johnny during the planning stages. You smile remembering how much of a diva he is. More than once you and Sonya had to remind him that this wasn't some major blockbuster he was putting out but an intimate gathering for them and their friends. You make your way to your cabin to put away your bags and change into a more comfortable dress for the reception. The cabin was pretty spacious, with its open floor plan, the living area and kitchen were divided by a breakfast bar. The bedroom was mostly occupied by a king sized bed and a chest of drawers along the opposite wall. The bathroom was ensuite and was decorated just as rustic as the rest of the place. Save for very modern looking shower with multiple heads. You placed your bags down and fished out the dress, you hoped it wasn't terribly wrinkled. Placing the yellow dress on a hanger and hanging it on the bathroom door, you begin to undress. The zipper decided now would be a good time to snag and get stuck. You suddenly hear a rustling behind you and spin around, dropping into a fighting stance, only to find Raiden frozen in place at the bedroom door,his massive body filling the doorframe. Your mouth goes dry and suddenly you can't string together and sentence.

"I...I'm s-sorry. There must be...a mistake. I thought. ..I mean.." Raiden stammered and for the first time ever, you see him flustered. Yet he still couldn't take his eyes off you. He had come to speak with Liu Kang, but had found himself in the wrong cabin. He took in every detail, barely contained desire coursing through his every cell. He had indulged himself a little earlier, thinking those small touches would suffice and then he could put distance between the two of you. But they had only fueled his need for more. He was on the edge of a dangerous precipice and all it would take is one nudge to send him over. Out of the blue you find your voice, but you have no control over the words. No filter to stop you from uttering your desire.

"If you're going to stare, you could at least help me with the zipper," you purr, giving a small smile before turning away.

What are you doing, fool!! He's not interested in you like that! He's a God ! You scream at yourself subconsciously. There it was, the final push. He moved with lightningl speed to clear the space between you.

"Then I shall assist you," Raiden whispers in your ear as he places one hand on the zipper and the other at your hip. When did he cross the room? You thought hazily

Your breath hitches and desire runs through your veins like fire, pooling low in your belly. The heat of his breath at your ear sending a shiver of excitement through you even as his knuckles set fire to your spine as he slowly, and effortlessly, unzips your dress. With the task now complete, he removes his hands from you, an involuntary groan of protest escapes you before you even have time to reign in your wonton thoughts.

"It appears as though you may need further help discarding this garment, " he says silkily as he comes around you, his gait reminding you of a big cat stalking its prey. It is your turn to stand unmoving, staring hungrily at the God before you. He steps closer, his hands skimming up from your hips, past your sides, brushing along the outer most part of your breasts, and finally coming to rest on your shoulders. His blue-white eyes taking in the swell of your bosom, watching the the rise and fall of your shallowed breaths. A smile hints at the corner of his firm lips. He has you, his prey. And the gleam in his eye says he plans to devour your every quiver and moan. You stand there hypnotized by the grace with which he moves and the predatory look on his face as he glides his hands off your shoulders and down your arms, the dress falling and pooling at your feet, leaving you in your lacy bra and matching thong. He looms over you, offering an appraising look. Finally, you find your voice.

"We're going to be late," you barely whisper. "They'll probably notice if you're not attending the afterparty. " Your pulse is pounding in your ears, neatly drowning out all other sound. Your mind a riotous swirl of emotions and desire. You want him to fuck you, dominate you, own you.

"We have time yet, mortal, " he says haughtily. He leans in, one arm snaking around you to hold you in place and his other hand tips your chin, his lips capturing yours. All the air leaves you, the floor pitches and you are dizzy in his arms. Intense want illicits a moan against his lips. At this, he darts his tongue into your mouth, coaxing yours to dance. You capture his lower lip with your teeth, this time it's his turn to hum out a low rumble of desire. Suddenly he scoops you up, not breaking the kiss, and deposits you on the bed. His seven foot tall frame engulfs you, and you take this opportunity to run your hands down his chest and along his sides, feeling the rippling muscle beneath his clothes.

"You have far too many clothes on, Lord Raiden," you break contact to pant out.

"Have patience, sparrow," he growls as he begins to trace a path along your sensitive flesh with his lips, starting from your neck and gliding down to your breasts. He takes care to shower each equally with softly planted kisses and playful nips, bringing each bud to a peak and sensitizing the tender flesh until you shudder with need.

He makes his was lower still, his fingers tracing a winding path his mouth hungrily follows. You squirm and quiver beneath his expert touch .

"Be still, or I shall have to start again from the beginning," Raiden threatens, giving the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh a tight squeeze. You immediately try to bring your rebellious body under control but failing miserably once his mouth begins it's lazy descent. Before he makes it past your navel, there is a loud knock on the front door and you bolt upright in shock. Raiden quickly stands pressing a finger to his lips, indicating you should be quiet. Another knock is quickly followed by Fujin's voice.

"Brother? " Fujin calls out from porch. Raiden has left you in the bedroom, making sure to close the door silently, and made his way to the front door to confront his brother. You quickly scramble off the bed and shimmy into the yellow dress. You can hear the muffled sounds of conversation as you fix your hair so as not to looked quite so mussed. Snatching your makeup bag from your duffel of toiletries, you dart into the bathroom to fix your lipstick. Once put together, you made your way out into the front room.

"And what brings you to her cabin, instead of our own?" You can hear Fujin ask, knowing he's fishing for information.

" I simply came to escort her to the reception. " Raiden replies rather curtly. " She was not quite ready, so I waited here," he explained, gesturing to the breakfast bar. "What brings you here, brother?" You could hear the accusatory tone in Raiden's voice. The Wind God smiled brightly as he caught sight of you. You briefly met his gaze before blushing brightly and looking elsewhere.

"I also came to escort this beautiful little sparrow to the reception," Fujin responded,using the pet name Raiden called you but a few moments ago, the mirth dancing in his glowing eyes. The muscle in Raiden's jaw twitches with irritation. "But I see I am too late. Save a dance for me, will you? " he grins at you, all but laughing.

"Of course," you agree. You catch sight of Raiden's face, his lips hardened to a thin line. He is not happy hearing you agree to Fujin's request so readily. " But the first one belongs to Raiden, " you quickly amend so as to smooth any ruffled feathers.

"But of course," Fujin agreed with a wink. "It's always good to save the best for last, " he laughed as he turned away, making his way to the reception hall.

"We had better make our way as well, or we shall be late, " Raiden said evenly. His face once more unreadable as he too starts to leave. You fall into step beside him, wondering if he was somehow angry with you.

"I am not angry with you, my pet," he said barely above a whisper as if reading your mind. He said no more the rest of the short walk. Once inside, the two of you made your way to the bridal party table. You noticed it had been rearranged so that each maid and groomsman was paired. Frowning a little, you looked over at Sonya questioningly.

"It was last minute," she started matter of factly. "I didn't want to be caught between lovers' stares," she finished rolling her eyes.

"Oh, " was all you could manage as you took your seat awkwardly next to a very tense diety. You stole a quick glance at him and noted he seemed lost in thought, frustration radiated off of him, making you squirm uncomfortably in your chair. You could still feel the heat of his mouth and hands on you, and your own unmet desire boiled just below the surface barely masked.

I'd like to kick Fujin's ass for interrupting, you thought sourly. You caught a movement out of the corner of your eye and turned to see Kitana and Liu Kang seating themselves next to you, murmuring to one another. Liu looked over at his mentor and then whispered something to Kitana who shook her head. She caught you looking at her and smiled brightly, leaning towards you.

"Perhaps the two of you should go somewhere private and talk before whatever is between you boils over," Kitana whispers.

"It is fine, " you whisper back trying to reassure her and yourself. Her smile falters and as concern flits through her eyes. She leans back nodding and returns to her whispered conversation with Liu. He glances at you and offers a tight smile which you return. Raiden shifts in his seat, drawing your attention. You find him watching you, his face impassive. He shifts his weight in his chair again, this time his thigh brushes against yours as he does so, a smile ghosting at the corners of his mouth as he watches your pupils dilate. You can feel the hum of his touch like static electricity racing along your skin right to your core. You reach for your glass as take a gulp of your moscato. Raiden turns his gaze to Cage at being asked a question.

"Yo, Thunder Bro! Remember that time we were tracking Black Dragon in the Outworld mountains? " Johnny asked excitedly

"I remember all things, Johnny Cage. " Raiden replied evenly folding his hands in his lap.

Jax chuckled, knowing where Johnny was going with this. " Well, I was wondering if you could teach me how to get one of those big cats, " Johnny grinned. From somewhere by the desert bar Kung Lao's voice echoed, "There's NO way that was a CAT !!!"

"So anyway," Johnny said ignoring Kung Lao's outburst as Sonya and Jax snickered at the memory of that interesting mission, "is just the pspsps or is there some secret to it?"

"There is no secret, Johnny Cage," Raiden began, shifting slightly and placing his hand atop your thigh under cover of the tablecloth, giving a firm squeeze and causing searing heat to coil uncomfortably in your sex. "Cats simply gravitate to me. Perhaps we are something of kindred spirits." He smiled wryly at Cage.

"On the next trip to Outworld, I'm getting me a thunder cat!" Johnny quipped and Sonya sputtered her wine.

"Oh no," she said sternly "pump the breaks there hot rod, we are NOT bringing home some Outworld beast"

" Aw, c'mon doll, " Johnny whined. "Think about it, you could train your very own battlecat! "

"No!" Sonya rolled eyes and lovingly smacked Cage on the arm. While they were all discussing whether or not Johnny could actually train an Outworld felid, Raiden brushed his thumb over your thigh. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, earning you another, firmer, squeeze from his massive hand warning you to be still. All through the meal, which seemed to drag on forever, Raiden teased you, discreetly sliding his hand further up your leg and shifting it to rest on the innermost side. Unconsciously you press your legs together to stop his ascent. Suddenly his hand left your thigh, leaving you wanting more. He stood, looking down at you expectantly, offering his hand to you. You realize everyone is making their way to the dance floor in the middle of the event hall to watch the first dance.

"I do believe you promised me a dance. " Raiden's tone was commanding. Glancing up coyly through your lashes, you run your tongue over your bottom lip before smiling shyly.

"Of course, Lord Raiden," you begin silkily, "I am all yours." You take his proffered hand. His grip is vice-like on you as he pulls you to him. His eyes taking on more blue than white in a way like pupils dilating. He leaned close to whisper in your ear, "Not yet, but you will be," his breath sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. Realization dawned on him as he recognized it from your earlier encounter. He now knew you had lied and he was going to punish you for it. He led you to the dancefloor just as the newlyweds finished up their dance. Fujin pounced as soon as you were within range. Sweeping you away as soon as the music began with an impish grin and a wink at his brother. Raiden could only watch with murderous intent as he would not cause a scene here, and Fujin knew it well.

"Fujin! What are you doing?!" You whispered angrily. For the second time this evening, the capricious Wind God had denied you what you truly wanted.

"I am merely dancing with a beautiful woman, " he replied feigning ignorance.

"You know what I mean. I promised Raiden the first dance. Now you've made me break that promise," you stated sourly. You caught sight of the Thunder God prowling around the edge with all the gracefulness of a powerful predator. The only hint of his displeasure was the hard glint to eyes as he watched Fujin dance with you.

"Ah, I'm just having a bit of fun. He's never been the jealous type, it's quite humorous to see him beside himself ," Fujin laughed, his raspy voice like the wind through the trees.

"I really wish you wouldn't antagonize him so much," concern for Fujin's safety becoming more apparent.

" I can handle my brother, dear one. " Fujin gave you a brilliant smile. He was attractive, witty, and fun to be around. But nothing about him captivated you like Raiden did. Fujin's laughter and impish delight was infectious and you found yourself laughing too. He suddenly lifted you up above him and spun you around causing you to squeal out a laugh. Then, the mood shifted as he brought you back down, sliding you down his body before setting you down. You could feel him growing hard against your belly. "Fujin, what the f--" you were cut off by a vice grip on your arm as you were dragged back from the Wind God.

"You have taken up enough of her time, brother." Raiden said tightly. There was a threat in the way he spoke to Fujin that the younger brother must have understood. He paled under Raiden's hard gaze.

"Ah, of course. I shall take my leave," Fujin said contritly, bowing to his elder. " Perhaps another time, little dove." With that he stepped lightly away to engage with other guests. Raiden's grip remained tight as he led you out of the reception hall and down the short path to your cabin. He remained silent the entire time. You wanted to say something but the warning in his eyes made you forget how to speak. He flung open the front door and roughly ushered you inside, slamming the door behind him and tossing his hat to the floor.

"Raiden," you breathed out, "what..." you were cut off second time tonight as he hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes slapping your ass hard, earning a yelp of pain mixed with arousal. You had never seen him act in such a manner. It was feral and fucking hot.

"You will learn your place, mortal. I will make this very clear. I do not share," he said whispered threateningly. " I also will not tolerate lies." You were stunned into silence, trying to figure out a time you had ever lied to him. Then you remembered you had told him you were cold. Was he really that mad about it? He strode into the bedroom and dumped you on the bed. He stood there, glaring at you, his frustration barely contained. He began to disrobe, stopping only to motion at your dress. " Take it off," he bit off sharply but you could only stare wide eyed at this feral god before you. "Or do you need assistance removing this one too?"

You only nodded, seemingly forgetting how human speech works. Free of his belt, tabard, cowl, and shirt Raiden was on you in an instant. Gripping the thin material, he ripped it in two down the middle. Once you were free of the dress, Raiden pushed you to the mattress, pinning you with his large frame.

"Now...where to begin?" He growled into the crook of you neck. He inhaled your scent deeply as he traced his lips up the side of your neck to your ear. He nipped at the lobe and you audibly hitched your breath. He took advantage of your parted lips and brought his own down hard on them. He robbed you of breath as the world around you faded away until there was only him.

"Hmmmm," you moaned into his kiss and arched into him wanting to feel more of him. Your hands skimmed along his naked torso and around to his back, feeling the rippling muscles beneath your fingertips. Raiden pulls back from you earning a whimper of protest, grabbing both wrists and pinning them above your head.

"Be still," he commands. Locking your wrists tightly with one large hand, he runs the other down the side of your face. Fire runs through your veins and soaks your already molten center. His fingers trace along your pulse, feeling its heavy beat, his lips soon follow. His hand glides down to your hip, running his thumb along the laced band of your panties. You squirm under him, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as his mouth moves from your throat to your collarbone, nipping sharply at irregular intervals. Suddenly he let's go of your wrists and hauls you up into a sitting position and moves in behind you, pulling you to recline between his legs. You can feel his hard length pressed into your lower back and shift purposefully against it, making the Thunder God rumble his desire.

"You would still dare to provoke a god, my dear?" The tenor of his voice dropping and octave.

"Yes," you whisper, "if it means being the reason he comes undone."

With a low rumbling groan that sounded more like a growl, he fisted a handful if your hair and yanked your head to the side, giving him access to the tender flesh of your neck. As his mouth traces a heated path from your jaw to where your pulse can be felt beating heavily, his other hand skims up from your waist to your bra, yanking each cup down exposing the supple mounds. He bites down on your neck at the same time his fingers give a sharp pinch on your nipple, sending liquid heat directly to your quivering center. You brace your hands on his thighs and and arch into his touch, crying out as he assaults the other nipple. He nips his way down to your collarbone, so too does his hand travel farther down, tracing out each curve until he comes to rest at the top of your mons. Your hips buck into his hand, desperate for friction, but his other hand lets go off your hair and he bands his large arm around your waist, pinning you to him.

"Raiden! " you cry out in frustration and dig your nails into thighs.

"Shhh," he soothes, "All in good time." His voice even and sultry, even as you feel him trembling. "Let me hear you," he whispers as his large hand cups your sex, his middle finger tracing its delicate folds.

"Ah! Lord Raiden!" You cry out grinding against his hand. He slips his finger into your molten heat, his own breath hot and ragged against your neck. Your hips buck up to meet his skillful ministrations. His arm tightens its grip around your waist and he rolls his hips at your backside, letting out his own growl of desire. He slips in another finger and sets a methodically slow pace, curling them on the outward stroke to drag across your deepest erogenous spot, a slight vibrating hum building where he touches you.

"Let go, my dear. I want to hear your desire," he says hoarsely as he presses his palm against the sensitized bundle of nerves at your apex, diving his fingers deep into your already soaking cunt. This is your undoing and you convulse around his deft fingers, your head thrown back against his broad chest with a strangled iteration of his name.

" Good girl," he whispers darkly. Moving with a speed and gracefulness that comes from eons of careful practice, Raiden slips out from behind you and strips his pants all in one fluid movement. And before the world can right itself, you are pressed to the mattress, the Thunder God pushing your legs wide and coaxing you to wrap them at his waist. He leans down, one arm supporting his weight and the other snaking under your hips to angle your opening to rest against his rigid length, your heat causing him to pant lightly. "Who do you belong to?" He asks, his bright, pale eyes roaming over your face, taking in every detail, before settling on your mouth, waiting for you to answer

"You, Lord Raiden. My Thunder God, " you whisper, trembling with need. "I belong to only you. "

Raiden draws back his hips so as to drag his aching length across your slick folds until the wide crest of his cock sits just at your entrance, and there he hovers, watching you pant in frustration, a devilish smile on his lips. "You feel frustrated? Good," his voice like dark silk as he leaned in closer, "Now tell me, my caged sparrow, what do you want me to do?"

Your hands coming up to meet his broad chest and running down the length of his torso, you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, your voice husky with desire "Kaminari ga watashi o tsureteiku" you breathe out, watching as his gaze darkens with intense carnality. Slowly, he pushes into you, never breaking eye contact. He watches as you arch your neck and your eyes roll back as guttural moan escapes your lips, that is his undoing. The final shred of control he had on his own need for satisfaction dissipated as he finally hilted himself deep inside you. He uses his free hand to interlace his fingers with your yours, pinning your hand next to your head, your other hand free to travel over and trace every dip and hollow you could reach. "You truly are mine," he rasps out and begins to move with long, fluid strokes. His hips rolling each time he fully sheathed himself in your core.

"By the Gods, yes!" You gasp, leaning up to nip just below his collarbone, raking your nails down his back. The Thunder God above you moves his arm from under your hips to steady himself as he picks up the pace, rolling his head back to moan loudly. You reach up to cup the side of his face, urging him to look back at you, "I want to see you come undone for me, Raiden. Take me with you. " you say as you feel the pressure build. Raiden tightens his grip on your hand, his brow furrowed with concentration, sweat misting your bodies as his rhythm becomes erratic. All control finally broke as he lost himself to pleasure, deep growls and grunts reverberating off the walls, mingling with your soft whimpers and throaty moans. Your sex quivering around his unrelenting cock had you tightening your legs around his waist drawing him further in. Raiden pressed harder and undulated his hips, hitting your sweet spot again and again until you saw stars streaking across your vision.

"Oh, RAIDEN!!!!" you screamed out as your orgasm ripped through you. Pleasure wracked your body, as your hands scrabbled to hold onto him. He slammed into you one last time before stilling briefly as the first wave of his climax came. Raiden gave four more deep strokes, bottoming out in you as he emptied himself of his seed in you.

"By the Elder Gods ! " he said through clenched teeth. The Thunder God shuddered, finally spent, withdrawing and lying to the side you. No words were spoken, as he drew you into his arms, and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. Breathing in his scent as you returned the tenderness by placing a kiss above his heart, you both drift off.

You are the one temptation I would gladly give in to he thought to himself before sleep took over.

Outside the cabin, the winds whipped wildly as thunder rumbled in the distance.

#mortal kombat #lord raiden #thunder god #mk x reader #raiden x reader #mortal kombat x reader

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awalkingnovel · 2 years ago

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I Hope There Are Days

When your coffee tastes like magic.

When the sun feels warm,

When someone offers you love,

On a cold evening,

In the form of a fuzzy jacket.

I hope there are days,

When you can be kind,

To people and yourself.

When you can be the reason,

For that stranger's smile.

When you can applaud yourself,

For how far you've come.

I hope there are days,

When you fall in love,

With the idea of staying alive.

When u can cry or laugh all you want,

Without feeling guilty to embrace your life.

I hope there are days,

When you can be easy on your heart,

And give it all the time it needs,

To gather all it's broken pieces,

And breathe just fine.

I hope there are days,

That help you find the strength that lies within,

Deep beneath your scars and fears.

The ray of sunshine that hides,

Behind the dark clouds of pain.

When you learn that it's okay,

To feel lost and lonely sometimes.

But be alright at the end of the day,

For there are many by your side.

I hope there are days,

When you learn that you matter.

When you receive all the comfort you need,

After allowing your heart to shatter.

I hope there are days,

When kids make you laugh,

When you wake up thinking you're enough.

When the sky calms you down,

When nothing except for peace is loud.

When your people tell you that you're loved,

When you continue to strive even if things get tough.

I hope there are days,

That make you feel proud of who you are.

When a rainy morning excites you,

When you're no longer traumatized by your scars.

I hope there are days,

When you dance to the rhythm of happy tunes.

When you can fight for yourself,

When you're no longer afraid of your wounds.

When you can fearlessly embrace,

All that life brings.

For there is light at the end of the tunnel,

And plenteous brightness in the gloom within.

~sk

#aesthetic #writers on tumblr #positivity #poets on tumblr #poem #nature #Spotify

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lexsiyette · 2 years ago

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Introduction

Hey guys! I'm LEXSIYETTE! It's your fellow theater nerd!

Normal blog: @lexsiyette

Current Hyperfixation:

MST3K, Harrison Ford, Indiana Jones

Fandom's I'm in

Hamilton🌟

Amanda the Adventurer📺

Godspell🌈

Little Shop of Horrors🌼

Anything Disney Princess related🏰

Marvel👊

Rescue Team Academy (it's a fandom I created)

Steven Universe 💠

Wings of Fire🐉

Warrior Cats 🐱

Welcome Home 👀

Scott Pilgrim 💔

Peanuts 🐶

Back to the Future 🚘

Rainbow Friends🌈

Spongebob 🧽

Mystery Science Theater 3000 📺

KinitoPET 💻

Book of Mormon

MHA

Indiana Jones

Star Wars

Hobbies

Drawing, acting, singing, dancing, ranting, being creative

OCS TO RP WITH! (Please rp with me I'm lonely please please please)

Ex- Casual rp, he/him. Theater kid that works backstage, gay little boy 🎦

Lexsi- me 🤩

Tidepool (wings of fire)- SeaWing performer💦

HiddenBlaze (warriors)- Tabby tom, medicine cat of BlisterClan (or RiverClan canonically) 🐾

K0811(creepypasta)- lil robot gal 💜🤖

Olly Octavius (spongebob)- an orange teenage octopus from rock bottom! 🐙

Maggie (Welcome Home)- info can be found somewhere on this blog 👁️

Alex Hopper (Back to the Future)- Marty's best friend, a theater kid of course because I self insert a lot (no flame please) 🚘

Alexander Mackowics (fame)- trans broadway actor who is my dream self✨

Dennis "Sparky" Jones- Indiana Jones's Adoptive Son

Lexsi Marinn- A Mystery Science Theater host! 📺

George Forrester- Dr. Clayton Forresters twinky grandson 🟢

MORE WILL FOLLOW!

My rp format: (insert descriptive parts here) "insert dialogue here"

Just Me

It's pronounced LEX-SI-YET! NOT LEX-SI-YET-I!

Or, call me Lexsi. Or Ex.

Be creative with my pronouns! Call me "frog" for all I care!

I'm Aroace 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

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Favorite Actors: Roger Bart, Anthony Rapp, Jonah Ray, Joel Hodgson, BD Wong, Colin Mocherie, Nathan Lane, Brad Sherwood, Wayne Brady, Ryan Stiles, Greg Proops, Harrison Ford, Mark Hamill

ALL ARE WELCOME HERE!

Current Project: Books, OCs, becoming a Broadway star

I hope you have a nice day!

#Intro

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koopakeki · 5 years ago

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Reeling over the fact that someone was basically paid to write Zac Efron x MCR crossover fanfiction

Transcript:

Week 1: Zac rocks up to the tour bus with hair products, dumbells and a framed photo of Vanessa Hudgens. My Chemical Romance has packed guyliner, black clothing and Metallica's latest album.

Week 2: Post-show, MCR kicks on until sunrise with a wild party. Meanwhile, Zac's tucked into bed by 9:30pm with a glass of warm milk on his side table.

Week 3: Zac and Gerard Way are exchanging makeup tips. Gerard remarks he never knew foundation could make his skin look "so smooth and luminous." Zac likes the way black eyeliner makes his eyes "really pop."

Week 4: Zac is blaring "Get'cha Head in the Game" to psych himself up for a round of basketball. MCR drop to their knees, covering their ears and screaming at Zac to "turn that poison off!"

Week 5: Ray Toro tells Zac to "man up or ship out." Zac decides he won't wear his favourite pink tee that day.

Week 6: Zac suggests stopping at the beach for some "quality team bonding." MCR nickname him Sparky and inform him they're "allergic to the beach and don't do mornings. Ever."

Week 7: Mikey Way confesses to Zac, "it's hard being dark and gloomy all the time. I wish I could be more perky."

Week 8: Zac tries to teach a couple of the MCR guys some dance moves. Arguments ensue over who's going to be the girl and it's discovered that skinny black jean's aren't easy to move in...

Week 9: Gerard tells Zac "this Disney jock thing" is starting to annoy him and for the next week he shouldn't talk to him or even look in his direction.

Week 10: MCR wrap up their tour by telling Zac, "it's been surreal. Don't call us, we'll call you."

#can't gloss over the odd sexism in week 5 and 8 #also the term guyliner makes me want to puke #love that they never mention why Zac is on tour with MCR #everything about this is just so cringey and funny #how were the late 2000's even real #mcr #my chemical romance #Gerard way #mikey way #ray toro #frank iero #mcr memes #should i tag zac???#zac effron #high school musical

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splintergirl13 · 4 years ago

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So here is a little head cannon I thought of while reading your fan fic.

What if herobrine never had/celebrated his birthday so he forgot when it was, so Steve and Alex pick a day and celebrate his birthday with him. (P.s. sorry I have horrific grammer)

I liked this idea so much I made a little drabble under the read more :3 I hope it is worthy of such an great headcanon! Thank you so much for the ask! It fills me with joy to hear that people are thinking about my story lol <3. And don't worry. Grammar is hard and doesn't make any sense. I feel your pain

Before we dive in: this takes place pretty earlier into Steve and Brine becoming friends. So they are just starting to pine. Not in a relationship yet. Alex and Brine are still a little wary of each other but have come to accept that they are stuck with each other.

I'd say this is rated teen for just some small strong language lol

The Birthday Brine

It was a hot, lazy summer afternoon. Too nice to spend down in the mines. But a little too warm to do any strenuous activities.

So Alex and Steve decided to go on down to the small river they frequented on days like today. A secluded area where the water pooled deep enough to swim. And, of course, Herobrine tagged along. As was becoming more of the norm these days.

Steve was lying comfortably in the shade of a few trees on the bank of the river. Legs in the water; small waves lapped up to his knees as the water went by. Arms crossed behind his head. His shirt was off and laid over his eyes, shutting out any of the light that filtered through the leaves. Not really dozing off, but close to it.

Herobrine was similarly relaxing. He lay on his belly; balanced precariously on a nearby tree that had fallen over the river. Looking like a big cat lounging about in the direct sun. Soaking up the rays. One hand was draped down to the side, touching the cool water.

Alex was the only one fully in the river. She was a little upstream, floating on her back. She had taken off her pants, leaving them on the shore, and let her long green shirt cover her lower half. Every once in a while she would swim back to her original place as the current took her down towards Herobrine.

The trio had been chatting absentmindedly. Talking about anything, really. Steve ranted humorously about his pickaxe making a squeaking sound. Alex discussed way too many of the current happenings in town. Even Herobrine brought up that a dragonfly had landed on his shoulder. Which had the trio all staring for a bit before it flew off and they went back to their current positions.

It wasn't until a certain question came to Alex’s mind that the peace of the scene was disturbed.

"Hey Sparky." The adventurer asked. "...How old are you?"

Herobrine took a while to answer. Seeming to think through the question slowly. Finally he asked without opening his eyes. "Why?"

"Just curious." Alex shrugged, swimming a little.

The demon shifted. Now peaking over to look at Steve. It was like the miner could tell that he was being looked at because he lifted his shirt to look back questioningly.

Herobrine spoke up. "When was the last time I respawned? Four months ago?"

Steve frowned. "Yes. More like three. You fell through a roof, remember?"

"Right, right." Herobrine moved his hand up out of the water. "Terribly made and rusty old structure. Glad it forced a respawn. Tetanus is not fun even with healing powers."

"Why is this relevant?" Alex asked impatiently.

"I'm 28." Herobrine said immediately.

Alex sat up in the water. Causing a bit of a ruckus amongst some fish that had gotten close. "No you're not!"

"Yes I am." Herobrine turned his attention to her. She shuddered ever so slightly under his scrutinizing stare. "Every time I die, I respawn back to the same age at which I turned immortal."

Alex crossed her hands over her chest. "Okay, well that's only technically. I meant, like, if you count ALL the years you've been alive."

"I have no fucking clue, Alex." Herobrine rolled his head to the otherside of the tree to ignore her. Yet continued to talk. "Time loses all meaning when you're immortal. Not to mention I was trapped in the nether for most of that time. So it's even harder to tell."

"What's your best guess?" Steve asked, now curious as well.

And the head came back around. Looking at Steve. The demon wouldn't ignore the miner. He bit his lip, eyes trailing towards the water. "I dunno... maybe a few centuries... a millennia or so..."

"Old." Steve clarified. Seeing that the demon was struggling a little.

"Yeah... old." Herobrine scowled.

"So, what, do we have to, like, wait until you live a year to celebrate your birthday?" Alex giggled. "No wonder you don't remember it. It would never be your birthday based on that criteria."

Herobrine scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah." Steve added, putting the shirt back over his eyes. "Come to think of it, when is your birthday, Brine?"

"You want to know the exact date I was born?" Herobrine sat up now, clearly confused. "Fuck... I don't know. I didn't even keep track of days back then. I just survived. It wasn't until I met... my brother that we talked about days. And he was able to do some weird 'code calculation' as he called it to figure out my true age. But we didn't really care about that. None of us counted in the aether. None of us wanted to count. When you have endless time you tend not to care. It's a depressing chore."

"So none of you celebrated your birthday?" Alex asked.

"Why would you celebrate your birth?" Herobrine growled. "Existence is a curse."

"That's why we have to celebrate!" Alex exclaimed. "It helps us mortals to forget about our fleeting existence."

"Yeah!" Steve enthusiastically raised a fist to the sky in agreement.

"Like the aether needed another reason to celebrate..." Herobrine grumbled, flopping back down on the tree. "The amount of bullshit dances I had to get dressed up for was astronomical."

"So you really have never had a birthday, huh?" Steve wasn't sure why he was surprised.

"Nope." Herobrine said, popping the p and settling back on the tree. Thinking that was the end of the conversation.

But Steve and Alex had other plans.

"Bro you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"You think we have enough time today?"

"Sure why not? We were already planning on going into town together."

"Then we better hurry."

"What are you two talking about?" Herobrine muttered. The siblings were getting out of the water and putting back on their clothes.

"We're going to throw you a birthday party!" Steve smiled over at him.

Herobrine almost fell off his branch.

"W-what? Why?"

Alex shrugged. "Well, if you don't know what day your birthday is, it might as well be any day. And since we are already all together and don't have any plans for the rest of the evening... why not?"

Herobrine teleported off his tree and stood next to the two. "You really don't need to-"

"Too late, it's happening." Alex smiled. Starting to walk off. Not putting on her shoes as she walked through the increasingly tall grass.

"Go wait in the nether and come back around sunset!" Steve pushed on his back excitedly. As if he could shove him through a portal that wasn't there.

"Why?"

"We are gonna surprise you!"

"Oh. Yippee. Surprise." Herobrine did not mask his unenthusiasm.

"It'll be fun, I promise." Steve said as he stopped pushing and went to go join Alex.

Herobrine was left alone and very confused as to what had just happened. He blinked up at the setting sun and winced. He wouldn't know the correct time in the nether. So he decided to go back to his tree branch and relax until the time came. He had no idea what was in store for him. But he didn't try to think too hard about it. If he didn't like it he could always teleport away.

All this talk of aether and age had his head buzzing with unpleasant thoughts. He tried to will them away and think of nothing instead. Watching as the river flowed beneath him. The dragonfly landed back on his hands.

It was just after sunset when Herobrine was walking up to Steve's small house and knocking on the door. Steve was adamant about him knocking. As Herobrine had the tendency to just teleport into a location, unannounced. There was the sound of muffled talking as well as a wonderful smell of something cooking in the furnace.

He heard the miner walk towards the door, he recognized his footsteps easily. Much different than Alex’s.

Steve cracked open the door. "Herobrine, you have perfect timing! We are just finishing up."

Herobrine tried to move forward but Steve closed the door more. He smiled, shyly. "Er. You gotta close your eyes."

"... Why?"

Steve smiled wider. "It's all part of the process."

So Herobrine huffed and closed his eyes. Steve took him by the hand. Leading him inside. Herobrine could feel his heartbeat where they connected. The miner was excited. So Herobrine was excited.

He was led into the house and then Steve stopped and walked over to join where he could sense Alex.

"Surprise!" They both yelled.

Herobrine stood there with his eyes closed. Face oozing confusion.

"Open your eyes now, Brine." Steve whispered loudly to him.

"Oh." And he did. He blinked and took in the sight.

The inside of the house was decorated with a few colored strings on the ceiling and what seemed to be little torches everywhere else. It was very simple and yet very pretty.

"Do you like it?" Alex asked.

"We didn't have too much time to decorate so we made due with what we had." Steve said. "Probably not as fancy as your aether parties."

"No." Herobrine smiled. "But I like this better." The aether parties were always decorated with too much. This was nice and made Herobrine feel cozy.

Alex gestured to the table, patting the chair to sit down. "Since it's pretty late we figured we'd just do a birthday dinner. Steve said you would eat if we made you food."

Herobrine nodded. Glad he hadn't had anything to eat for a while. He wasn't the biggest fan of eating. Steve had been reintroducing it to him slowly. The miner was an excellent cook.

"Good!" Alex smiled. Steve sat next to Herobrine at the table. "I handled dinner and Steve handled the most important part of a birthday, the dessert!"

"It all smells nice." Herobrine commented politely. It did. He was actually excited to eat.

Alex disappeared into the kitchen. Preparing plates for them all. Steve and Herobrine shared a look. Both smiling, somewhat uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. It didn't last long as Alex came out with two plates, setting it down in front of them.

The meal consisted of roasted corn, slathered in butter, some sort of shredded pork on bread with some sweet sauce, and a cold potato salad. Steve instantly dug in. Probably hungry from all the work they had been doing. Herobrine waited for Alex to return with her own plate before starting to pick at the food. It wasn't long before he was eating more sloppily than Steve. Alex apologized, saying she wanted to make something more special like a smoked biscuit but Herobrine wasn't sure why she was sorry. It was all delicious. And Herobrine found himself wanting to eat the entire plate. It was the perfect meal on the warm night.

The house was filled with the delightful sounds of eating. None of them talked very much. Not needing to. Just enjoying each other’s company. And the food! They were all very invested in the food.

Once they were done, Herobrine was tempted to ask for more. But he remembered that there was still dessert to eat. He started to try to clean up his plate. But Steve stopped him immediately. "Ah, ah. No dishes when it's your birthday."

"Hmm. This birthday business keeps getting better." Herobrine smirked at him.

Steve disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two plates filled with two generous slices of homemade chocolate cake.

He set them down in front of Alex and his own seats. "We have a special slice for you, Herobrine. Hold on."

Steve rushed away and walked slowly back with a similar piece of cake. But this one had a very tiny torch stuck in the middle of it. Herobrine blinked. Huh. Strange.

"It's a candle." Steve explained. "It's a tradition to have some on your cake. We only had this old one." He set the on fire cake in front of him. Herobrine enjoyed the fire flare. "Usually you have a candle for every year you've been alive."

"But that would've set the house on fire." Alex snickered.

Herobrine rolled his eyes and tried to grab his fork. But Alex stopped him. "Wait! We have to sing to you!"

"Er, no thanks." That seemed silly. He did not want to be sung to.

Steve made a face. "I don't like that part either. I think we should skip it."

"We have to! It's tradition!" Alex wrapped her elbow around Steve’s neck. "Come on, Stevie. One time!"

"Alright. Alright." He caved easily. And they began.

Herobrine sat awkwardly as the two sang a little song. Saying his name. Herobrine had never heard Steve sing. It was nice. He had a pleasant voice. He thought the man should sing more. He hummed a lot but never truly sang.

Once they were done. Alex said. "Now you make a wish and blow out the candle."

"A wish? Wish for what?"

"For anything." Steve added. "But you have to wish in your head. And don't tell anyone or your wish won't come true."

"Like a curse?"

"Yeah kinda. But it's just for fun."

The demon chewed on his lip. Seeming to think about it. He nodded eventually. "Okay. I've made my wish."

"Now blow out the candle to complete the spell." Alex joked. Steve nudged her.

Herobrine looked at the small torch on the cake and willed the fire away. It went out.

Alex and Steve stared. Alex giggled. "Guess there's more than one way to skin an ocelot."

"Why would you-" Herobrine blinked.

"It's an expression." Steve laughed, sitting down and picking up his fork to eat his piece of cake. "Ignore her and dig in while the cake is still warm."

Herobrine did, setting the small torch- candle aside and picking up his fork to eat. The cake looked moist. Fresh. And smelled absolutely delicious. His mouth was watering before he even put the treat in his mouth.

When he took a bite he almost moaned. "H-holy fuck." He quickly took another bite.

Alex giggled. "Never had a Steve-made cake have you?"

"Steve, you should stop cooking everything and just make cake from now on." Herobrine had almost finished his piece already. It was just so damn good. He couldn't stop.

"Then it wouldn't be special." Steve chuckled. Looking happy that they both seemed to be enjoying his cake.

"Can I have more?" Herobrine asked, frosting definitely smeared all over his face, unabashedly.

Steve and Alex howled at that. The demon just looked so different from how they normally saw him. It was nice. And also hilarious.

Herobeine got a second slice and sat back, looking full. The demon didn't usually eat so it was a lot all at once. Totally worth it though.

"Present time!" Alex jumped up from the table as Steve moved the dishes into the kitchen.

"Present time?" Herobrine parroted.

"You get presents on your birthday!" Alex walked over to grab two things that had been set aside on a coffee table. "From everyone who comes to the party."

Alex handed Steve something and walked back to the table to give Herobrine a rectangle that looked like a book wrapped in paper. Herobrine took it confused. "Er, thanks?" He held it in his hands.

"You gotta open it dude!" Alex said excitedly.

"Open it?"

"Yeah tear open the paper!"

"Oh." Herobrine, a demon of destruction, ironically opened the book very carefully. Not wanting to damage it.

He held the book up once it was unwrapped. It was, indeed, a book. Not too hard to guess correctly.

"It's a book of modern day phrases." Alex explained. Tapping the cover. She smirked. "I know that you have some trouble with some of our more modern hip lingo."

Herobrine lifted an eyebrow at her. He flipped to a random page. "There's more than one way to skin an ocelot? Oh. I get your 'joke' now."

"See. You're learning already." She snickered. Steve smiled too.

Herobrine looked confused. But not unappreciative. He waved his hand, tucking the book away into his inventory. "Er, thanks. I will read the rest later."

"No problem!" She giggled. She then pushed Steve forward. "Go ahead, your turn."

Steve had a paper package tied up in butcher's twine behind his back. He coughed and walked forward, handing Herobrine the parcel.

The demon took it. Knowing what to do now, he tore into the paper. Revealing what was inside.

He paused when he realized what it was after pulling all the paper off and letting it float to the ground.

"It's... your cloak." Herobrine said. Not giving away any emotion. Steve seemed to droop a little. Expecting him to be a little happier. Alex nudged the miner. They shared a look. Steve rolled his eyes. He walked closer to the demon, touching the cloak in his hands.

"I knew it would already fit you. And there wasn't enough time to get you a new one made. I just know how much you like to borrow it from me when it gets colder." Steve ran his fingers along the cloak. Pointing out some stitching on the green material. "I sewed up all the holes so it won't be as drafty. And-" He tapped the button that held the cloak together. "I replaced the old latch with a golden one I got from town today. I know you said you like to wear a little gold in the nether for piglin respect or... whatever." The miner let go of the cloak and backed up, rubbing his head awkwardly.

Herobrine stared at the green gloak. Rubbing the material in his fingers.

"If... if you don't like-"

"I love it." Herobrine almost whispered. Sounding so genuine it made Steve blush and Alex smile. "It's perfect."

"O-oh." Steve scratched his head again. "Good. I'm glad." He smiled, looking away. Desperately trying to hide his blush. He had gone bright red. And Herobrine wasn't helping.

The demon stood instantly and put the cloak around his body. He had worn it before. But it looked different now. Like it was his now. It was truly his.

Herobrine looked up at Steve. "This is... the greatest gift I've ever been given." He didn't smile but his glowing eyes said it all. He was absolutely telling the truth. "Thank you, Steven."

The miner stared back. Smiling to the side and tilting his head. Embarrassed but screaming on the inside in happiness.

Alex had to butt in. Not liking the way the two were looking at each other and getting a little protective of Steve. "Pfft. Thanks a lot there, Briney boy. Glad my gift meant nothing."

Herobrine blinked. Processing the words. And then realized. "Oh, no, sorry Alex. Thank you as well."

"Yeah whatever." Alex nudged him with her fist, walking past him. She then let out a yawn. "Well. I think I'm all birthday partied out. Mind if I crash on your couch, Stevie? It's too late to walk home."

"Sure I'll get you some blankets." Steve mimicked the yawn. His eyes looked tired. They did do a lot to put the party together for him. They deserved a rest. "Happy Birthday, Brine."

"Thank you." Herobrine nodded. "Thank you both. This was... enjoyable."

"See our traditions aren't so bad." Alex said, flopping down on the couch.

"I do believe I've judged it too early." Herobrine nodded. "You do this every year?"

"Yep. And you get to do the planning and gift giving to us when it's our birthdays. No party is exactly the same." Alex nodded. "I think planning is actually more fun than celebrating your own birthday."

"Oh. Well I look forward to that. You will have to remind me when the time comes. Time is... difficult for me."

"Of course, dude." Steve produced some blankets from the closet. Herobrine sensed it was time to make his leave. He headed for the door.

"Thank you again." He said a little awkwardly. "I will uh, see you both tomorrow."

"Sounds good!" "Bye!" The siblings said.

And with Herobrine out the door. Steve and Alex looked at each other.

"I think that went well." Steve said.

"I think you owe me money for not making a single birthday suit joke." Alex said back. He threw the blankets over her head as she giggled.

"Goodnight Alex!" He went to his bedroom, trying to hide his blush. "Put out the candles before you sleep."

"I'm just saying, Stevie! That would've been a better gift if you-"

"Goodnight Alex!!"

Herobrine stood just outside the door. He wiggled his shoulders a little. Feeling the soft weight of the cloth around his shoulders. He smiled. Feeling warm inside and out. And teleported off.

#herosteve #fluff pining and stupidity #ask #jaraemonfox #fic #writng

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thedevilsruby · 4 years ago

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Drowning in a Frozen Heart (Spanche multi chapter fic)

Spark Rai is the new student at Viridian High. New school, new life right? He meets the mysterious Blanche Overwater, who's the loner at school. Can he melt their frozen heart or will he get the cold shoulder?

Chapter Nine: Dance?

"I don't think Blanche likes me anymore."

The comment took Candela by surprise, and she looked at Spark with wide eyes. "What?" She asked.

"One minute, we're getting along fine and everything is great, then the next, they avoid me and don't say a word to me." Spark rested his chin on his arms, slumping against the desk with a sulk.

"They're...going through a lot, Spark." Candela sighed, not sure what to tell the blond.

"Last night, they mentioned their mom then they told me to go. What was that about?" He asked, looking at Candela through the corner of his eye.

Candela froze. Blanche did what?

"They...talked about their mom?" She asked.

"That's what I said." Spark said dryly. Then it hit him. Did Candela know something he didn't? "What happened to their parents?"

Candela sighed and chewed the inside of her cheek. "Sorry, Sparky, that's not my place to say. You have to ask them."

"But how can I ask if they won't talk to me?!" Spark snapped, sitting up and tapping the desk with his fist. "Stars, I can't freaking win!"

Candela felt bad but knew she couldn't tell Spark. She knew it wouldn't end well if she told him the story, but Blanche had to come around eventually.

Just then, Spark heard two girls arguing. He couldn't help but look over at them.

"You're just jealous because James is going to be a cuter date than Butch!" The girl with red hair in pigtails snapped.

"You wish James was cuter than Butch!" The other with with orange hair snapped back. "Butch is going to be voted king of the Autumn Moon Dance!"

"Autumn Moon Dance?" Spark asked, looking to Candela.

"The first dance of the school year, takes place around this time of year when autumn comes in." Candela shrugged. "Elara and I are going as friends."

That gave Spark an idea.

"I'll take Blanche." He declared.

"You'll what?" Candela asked, looking at him with a surprised look.

"I'll take Blanche, and make up for whatever I did. It has to work!" The blond grinned.

He would ask them after school, this had to work.

#pokemon #pokemon go #leader candela #leader blanche #leader spark #team valor leader candela #team mystic leader blanche #team instinct leader spark #spark x blanche #blanche x spark #spanche

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thedragonweasley · 4 years ago

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A sparky little dragon headcanon for my potterverse. This one is a long one but I think it's worth it :)

Dragons are not immune to hiccups. And it is an absolute nightmare when they get them.

So hiccups are essentially a spasm of the diaphragm and so if you have a diaphragm then there is a chance of hiccups. And while I think being of the magic variety would probably make the chances slim, they're never zero.

And I just feel like there would be specific protocol for the phenomenon of a dragon getting hiccups because it is absolutely chaotic when they do.

Just a romanian longhorn getting a routine checkup at the end of the day,, sun going down and as they are lifting the calming spell they cast on it, it takes a funny breath. They all know what's about to happen and immediately there are dragonologists scrambling for cover.

Charlie of course is the last to find refuge from the imminent and molten fiasco that is about to erupt from the dragons mouth. But he casts a few more spells to make sure the dragon is clear from any sedation effects and then he digs a heel into the ground and takes off to the nearest flame hide. (Because there would be ample places made for safe haven from all types of dragon fire) you get a rarity of an experience.

The longhorn ripples a stretch through its wings and raises its head with a slow and uncertain gaze. And suddenly, with only the widening of the dragon's eyes to warn, the hiccup erupted and with it the fire chamber of the dragon. But instead of its normal funnel of flames it spewed snitch sized spheres of immature lava that rained down over them.

You see, when a dragon gets hiccups, the part of their anatomy that controls the swallowing reflex, the breathing reflex and the "keep the fire in it's smelting chamber" reflex gets disrupted with the hiccup. And when this incorrectly mixed ratio of air, pressure, fire core and gas. (I assume there is a gas chamber for chemical reaction reasons for the fire)

BUT the fun part, while immediately is deadly, afterwards is spectacular. When the fire hail ceases and the hiccups are subdued the romanian longhorn departs with a disgruntled shout at the dragonologists who are now emerging from their hides, shaking off any fragments that may have landed on them.

As they stand gazing at the aftermath a grin takes Charlie's face. Around them are thousands of perfectly round, iridescent spheres in all different colors and just then the last of the sun's rays dip behind the mountains and then slowly, one by one the spheres caught fire, burning radiantly in their dazzling colors and sparking each other alight until every one was dancing with life.

Charlie Weasley gave a little sniffle and wiped a tear from his face.

"You okay there buddy? " A coworker asks

"Oh, yea, it's just." He takes a big breath "Merlin this is will never get old." And before the last one ignites he whispers a spell and scoops up the green opalescent ball of now glass like quality. He pocketed it for his next owl home to Ginny.

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lightningwave · 5 years ago

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Jaya Angst : "You Are The Reason."

<<TW DISCLAIMER>>

The master of lightning's head rested on his wife's lap, while she was desperately holding his wrist between her hand, searching for any pulse on it. Tears were streaming down her face like an endless ocean of pain and despair, as Nya heard the voices from the other ninja coming behind her back, sounding distant yet so close to her.

"Nya… I don't think he's going to make it." One of them said softly, touching her shoulder on an attempt of comforting her. She abruptly let go of this gesture, grabbing against her chest her husband's body even tighter, yet making sure not to aggravate his wound. A big, deep wound in fact. One which covered all of Jay's chest, bad enough for his flesh almost to be seen. Nya looked at him, searching for any sign of consciousness on his face. She softly caressed his cheek, wiping the blood that was found over it.

"Jay…" She stared at his eyelids, still closed. "P-Please answer me. Stay with me. Please, I need you to stay with me." Nya broke into tears, dropping so many for almost not being any left on her.

Stay with me.

Stay...

A great emptiness started growing upon her heart as she saw that Jay wasn't responding to her call. The others were surrounding both of them, watching from meters away as the master of water completely denied that her husband was already gone. Until a soft groan was heard, giving her the ray of hope that she needed in that moment.

"Nya…" Jay smiled, trying to hide his pain. "I love you." He was trying hard for the words to come out from his lips. "And I'm sorry."

She tried to hold back her tears, as these couldn't even let her speak. "Jay… You have nothing to be sorry for. I-I l-love you too. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I couldn’t tell you enough." Her heart shattered at this realization, acknowledging that now he wouldn't be able to hear it from her anymore.

Jay just held her hand, feeling the warmth in this."By knowing I was loved by you, is more than enough. You were the only person I ever needed by my side. Words are powerful, but actions are more. And you got to show it by them, sweetheart." He kissed her hand. "But what I'm sorry for, is that I didn't get to keep my promise."

Nya trembled, not saying it but still knowing where this was going. "W-What are you talking about?"

"My wedding vows." Tears left Jay's eyes. "I promised that I'd be by your side forever. That I would be with you until we gave our last breath." His voice broke. "B-but guess forever doesn't last that long, d-does it?"

"No J-Jay, don't say that. W-We are yin and yang, remember?" She took out her medallion, placing it together with Jay's. "We belong together, we are one. You can't d-die… Y-You can't, please...I'm begging. Don’t leave me, I can’t do this alone."

He smiled at her gesture, but hid with it many tears. "I don't want to leave you, I never wanted to." He watched both of their medallions joined together. "But this bond will always keep us together. "

Jay's eyes started closing, his pulse fading away. Nya's eyes grew wide in fear. "JAY?!?" She screamed, realizing her husband wasn’t responding anymore. She stared at his lifeless body, covering her shirt in blood as she hugged him tight against her.

"NO, JAY! DON’T LEAVE ME! PLEASE, COME BACK!" She cried in agony, with this breaking apart anyone who could hear her pain.

She snuggled her face upon Jay’s chest, wishing to feel any heartbeat coming from it. But she found nothing but silence and death. The man with the smile that could enlighten a whole room by himself, was now gone. His laughter, his personality, his kindness, courage and sweetness weren’t there anymore for making her world better. He wasn’t there to hold her when she cried, neither to kiss her forehead while she’d be falling asleep on his lap. Jay was gone, and she couldn’t do anything about it. The bleeding was too much for her to stop it, yet she felt guilty for not saving him as he did with her not once, but twice before. He was able to bring her back from the death, and still she could just watch his joyful soul fade away. He was dying, but she couldn’t save him. And she’d live with the guilt forever.

Months had passed since then, she wouldn’t leave the room they used to share. She would wear Jay’s medallion along with hers, while clinging against the clothes he was wearing the day he died. The blood washed away from them, but his scent still remained. On the night, and even the whole day long sometimes, she’ll sleep hugging both of his belongings to make herself feel that he was still there. That Jay was still alive.

Whenever there was a thunderstorm, it was the only time she’d go outside. She would stand under the rain, not caring if she’d get sick the day after and wearing Jay’s medallion, while seeing as the lightnings danced all across the sky.

"I miss you Sparky." She whispered, wishing he could hear her. "I-I need you."

Nya didn’t always stop to realize it, but she knew that no one had ever given her the kind of affection Jay did. And no one ever will, as he was one of a kind. He was supportive, caring and understanding towards her at any time, and he was the only one she’d ever imagine as the love of her life. Her body began to tremble as the rain increased. She knew no one would come and tell her to get inside before she catched a cold. Everyone was asleep at 3am. She knew it and used that to her advantage. Soon, Nya felt a burning sensation on her throat, this leading to her throwing up the few things she'd eaten on the day. A smile of relief was drawn on her face, as her body finally collapsed on the floor.

#ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago jaya #ninjago nya #jay x nya #spotify

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quilloftheclouds · 5 years ago

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Magic asks #13?

[Send me a question to help me with magic worldbuilding!]

Thanks for the ask, lovely! ^u^ I’ll be doing this one for the One Siren’s Soul series~

13. When magic is being used, is there any obvious indication? Does something about the magic user’s appearance change, or is there a sound or appearance or smell, etc. of the magic itself?

When a magic user of any kind is currently using magic, their eyes glow! The strength of the glow depends on the strength of the magic they’re currently using, and the colour of their magic and eyes are the same!

The magic itself has a mist-like appearance, often vividly glowing the same as the eyes, though again this depends on the strength of the spell itself. The shape of the mist depends on how the magic user is directing it--if it’s meant to be put into an object, typically the hands are used to direct it, so the magic gathers from the air around where it’s nearly invisible into a more dense mist that curls around one’s wrists to shaft forward from their hands!

The shape and feel and even smell of one’s magic depends on the individual, the emotion behind it, and the type of magic being used. For example:

Dione had her eyes closed, a gentle, glowing mist winding around her wrists, as vividly verdant as the gaze that formed them. The magic danced over her skin, calming and serene, captivating in its beauty. It sealed the scratches there, the red smudges dissolving into the air, stains on the wraps around her arms vanishing.

Here, Dione is using a healing spell by Forest magic, and she’s quite calm and gentle about it, so the magic is the same~

My control extended outwards to the storm churning far above, a powerful gust of wind charging down through the passages at my command, shoving him forward and almost off-balance as it threw itself into the room; it spiraled into a vortex that lifted my feet from the ground, my cloak billowing around me into fur filled wings, my hair splaying outwards in rays of darkness and poisonous greens. The glow of the magic whirling around me lit the space in virulent verdance, the waves of mist sparking along their edges, crackling, snapping at the howling air in malevolence. In want for vengeance.

Annnddd, here, she’s... not so calm. It’s also Storm magic she’s using, hence the sparky edges--in my mind, the mist looks more like thunderbolts in shape.

#magic asks #one siren's soul #oss #siren's snippets #dione #dreameronthewind #Quill's answers #oss worldbuilding

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deanssweetheart23 · 7 years ago

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Against All Odds - Part I

Title: Against All Odds: Crash Into You (Part I) Series Rewrite

Summary: Dean knows their relationship is doomed when he meets her just a few months before going to Hell. Fate intervenes.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 4368 (I have zero regrets)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. References to hell, hospitals, blood and violence. Mentions of 9/11 and Iraq. PTSD. Slight canon divergence (there’s no Lisa).

Author’s Notes: This is the first part of a seven-part series rewrite going from season 3 to season 11. It’s also my submission for @torn-and-frayed‘s 31 for 31 Challenge --my prompt will be used in Part III. Steph. You’re awesome.

This was beta’d by the amazing @trexrambling. She’s the brightest sunflower in the world and I love her. Thank you all for showering me with love and support, you are the best readers in the world.

Enjoy <3

The first time Dean sees her, he has four months to live.

It’s a cold morning, the sky a dark shade of grey, and he’s standing outside a small coffee shop in Arizona, trying to prepare himself for the two-days drive back to Sioux Falls.

He’d visited Lake Powell on an impulse when he and Sam wrapped up a case in New Mexico, convinced him to spend two days at a motel there before looking for the Colt again, and, despite Sam’s original grumpiness, Dean’s pretty sure he enjoyed himself. According to his most recent text message, he is still with the cute librarian he’d met the day before and “will be late”.

He smirks.

Across the street, two cyclists stop by an old gazebo and strike up a conversation.

Leonard Cohen’s voice pours out of the open doors, deep and resonant, like golden gravel.

And then, he sees her.

She’s leaning against the bole of an olive tree, lively, colorful against the aging wood, her kind eyes focused on something shiny between her fingers. It’s not the first time she’s caught his eye these past couple of days, not the first time he feels that pull towards her, that inexplicable connection he can’t seem to fight, but she looks so heartbreakingly beautiful in that moment, hair windswept and cheeks flushed, that he does the one thing he promised himself he wouldn’t do.

He lets his defenses crumble.

Slowly, he walks to her, listens to his own voice as he says, “You might want to hide that, kid.”

Her eyes dart up to meet his.

She gets up, tilts her head, confused. Intrigued.

“I know a lot of people that would kill for a lucky penny,” he explains with a smirk.

She smiles.

It’s soft and brilliant and causes his heart to stumble over itself a little bit.

“Hell of a place to find it, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he says, gaze flickering over her intensely. “Yeah, it really is.” He holds a hand out to her, shoots her a crooked grin. “M’ Dean, by the way.”

“Y/N,” she nods. “S’ good to finally put a name to the face.”

He laughs, deep and gruff and just a tad coy. “Been wondering about my face, sweetheart?”

A hum.

Lips curled up in an over-confident smirk that confirms he is nothing if not hot-blooded.

“Well. You did pretend to buy a second cup of coffee just to stand next to me in line yesterday, didn’t you?”

Oh.

She noticed. Great.

“Hmmm…” He leans in a bit, his smirk getting bigger, more daring. “How do you know I was pretending?”

She chuckles.

It seeps into him like whiskey.

“For one thing, their coffee’s not that good.”

“And?” he pushes, Adam’s apple bobbing at the spark in her eye.

“And I might have seen you throwing away the first cup.”

He grins, delighted. “Damn. I thought I was sneaky about that.”

“Not really, no,” she beams, pushing some hair off her face. “Part of me was expecting you to toss me some sort of cheap pick up line after that.”

He lifts his shoulders, breathes some air through his nose, not quite a laugh. “S’ a good thing I didn’t, then.”

“S’ a good thing you didn’t.” She tilts her head, gnaws on her bottom lip. “Why didn’t you?”

He slants his brows, a tiny smirk growing on his face.

The sun has finally managed to pierce through the cloudy sky, and stray rays of light dance across her hair.

She looks like a sunflower.

He loves it.

“Well, I…” He sighs, searches for something in her eyes. “Honestly, kid, if things were different, I’d be hitting on you so fast it’d make your head spin–” he shakes her head at her eye roll– “but, uh…”

“Wrong place, wrong time?”

He swallows, hard.

The lump in his throat tastes like fear and guilt and blood. “Something like that.”

She nods.

There’s concern etched on her face, like she isn’t exactly sure he’s telling her the entire truth but doesn’t know if she should press any further.

Eventually, she asks, “Got your heart broken recently?”

He chuckles, but it’s nervous, sheepish.

His gaze drifts from her lips to her eyes, the shades of Y/E/C there, the way they sparkle when the sun catches them just right.

She’s more beautiful up close, and something about the way she’s looking at him takes him back to the first time he saw her in that coffee shop the day before, the sound of her laughing at something a little girl in front of her had said, the purple, woolen scarf wrapped around her neck, the slivers of skin it’d left uncovered.

“No, nothing like that. Just… Things are a little complicated right now and I… I don’t want you to get dragged into this mess.”

Her face falters.

She looks hesitant for a second, like she’s debating something, and then she reaches out, places a hand on his shoulder.

Her fingers are delicate as they close around the leather there, and he feels them, feels their warmth radiating through layers of flannel and leather.

“Everyone deserves something good in their life, though.” Deep breath. “Even if it’s just for a second,” she adds, and the kindness, the simplicity of her words affect him in a way he didn’t deem possible.

He locks eyes with her.

Husky, he whispers, “Talked to you today, didn’t I?”

She beams at him.

Her eyes shine. “Gimme your phone.”

“My what?”

“Just gimme your phone, Sparky. I promise I won’t make a run for it,” she laughs, and he obliges, squints at her as she adds her number in his contacts. “There you go.” She hands the phone back to him. “In case you want to make my head spin when things go back to normal.”

His heart clenches.

The muscles in his jaw twitch. “I don’t think–”

“Just keep it, okay? Oh, and–” she fishes for something in her pocket– “here.” She holds the penny out for him. “You should have that.”

“No, that’s… Kid, I can’t keep that. S’ yours.”

“It is. But you look like you need it more than I do.”

“I look like I need a penny?” he implores, brows raised, and when she laughs, when he makes her laugh, he feels like the weight of the world, the weight of his deal, of his sealed death, has been lifted off his shoulders, if only for a second.

“You look like you need luck. And–” she purses her lips, clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth– “returning it is a great excuse for a first date.”

He laughs, shakes his head in fascination.

“You’re–”

“Awesome. Yeah, I know.”

He wants to say something more then, wants to spend a few more minutes with her, to get to know her, but the door of the coffee shop falls open, and a beautiful woman around her age, clever-eyed and brown-skinned, waves her hand, smiles at them.

Y/N meets his gaze, her face dressed in sweetness and regret.

Her fingers brush against his as she slips the penny to him. “I have to go.”

His heart sinks a little in his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. Just, uh–” his hand closes around her wrist gently– “take care of yourself, kid.”

Her eyes drift to where their hands are joined.

She smiles. “You too.”

He swallows, watches as she walks away from him, like they all do, but–

“Hey, Sparky,” she shouts just when she’s across the street, eyes lit up with mischief. She waits for a few seconds, makes sure he can see her, and then she says, “I’ll be seeing you.”

An unexpected grin breaks across his face.

And he can’t be sure, but he feels the lucky penny burning in his hands.

Dean’s convinced he’ll never see her again.

He wants to in a way that surprises him, looks for her when he comes back from Hell, regretful and reticent and changed, but it’s grim and pointless, like looking for a hope in a world full of monsters.

Her phone number’s no longer in service.

He has no idea what her last name is, what she does for a living, and no way of tracking her.

It troubles him for a while, the way he’d voluntarily let her slip through his fingers, but then he learns that angels are real, and Lilith is trying to start the Apocalypse, and he thinks that maybe it’s better this way, better for her to be one of those people that could have been something in his life, but never quite made it; the one that got away.

And still, he never really stops thinking about her.

She sneaks into his mind in the most unexpected of moments, when he’s out on a hunt in Arizona, passing by a field of olive trees, holding the lucky penny she’d given him in the safety of his car. She’s cold sunshine; he never sees her, but he knows she’s there, can feel her under his skin.

So, when he thinks he catches a glimpse of her as he’s being carried into the ER of a hospital in Oregon, eyes half-closed and mind still going over the mistake that had almost cost him his life –he should have known the werewolf would use the girl he kept hostage as a decoy– he blames it on the adrenaline and the blood that slowly but surely keeps coming out of his side like beer out of a tap.

Taking a deep breath, he tries to concentrate, assess the situation he is in.

A woman shouts something above him, something about a wound to his right flank, and her voice, though a bit more authoritative than he remembers, is too familiar to ignore.

So, he blinks, tries to open his eyes, and there she is, hovering above him, dressed in scrubs and a white lab coat, a stethoscope around her neck.

He notes, vaguely, that her hair is smartly pinned up.

The observation befuddles him, especially because he currently feels like someone’s trying to punch his side open, but everything around him seems so hazy –from the blood loss or the brightness of the lights, he can’t know– that she’s the only real thing he can actually focus on.

He tries to speak.

It comes out low and scraped, like he’s spent the past few weeks screaming.

“Y/N?”

Her eyes lock onto his.

He can’t be sure, but he thinks he sees her defenses flutter.

“S’ good to see you again, Sparky,” she says and, God, it comes out so soft and gentle that he thinks he’s dreaming. “Next time though just–” she pinches his left wrist, checking his pulse– “try calling first.”

His brow slants.

He huffs out a ragged breath. “I did try. You changed your number, sweetheart.”

“You two know each other?” A woman in her early thirties –Dean recognizes her from the morning he met Y/N– asks, a sly smirk playing across her face.

Y/N’s lips pull up into the tiniest of smiles as they reach an operating room.

“He’s the Coffee Guy.”

A gasp.

Eyes open wide.

“You are the Coffee Guy? Y/N, you never told me he was hot.”

Dean’s lips pull up in a boyish grin.

Y/N snorts, though he’s also sure her cheeks flush pink.

“Alright, Nympho, tone it down,” she says, rolling at her sleeves. Then, more reserved, she adds, “On the count of three,” and he’s being lifted and laid onto the operating table.

The sight of it is enough to pull him back to the real world.

His eyes dart from one side of the room to the other.

“Hey, where’s my brother?” He tries to sit up, but Y/N’s hands, soft, firm, stop him. “Sammy?”

“Your brother’s fine, Dean,” Y/N mumbles with a sort of authoritative gentleness that surprises him. “He’s right outside, filling your medical history for us.”

“Why do you–”

“M’ gonna have to open you up,” she explains, disinfecting her hands.

“Doc, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but that sounds unnecessarily kinky,” he gloats, but she dismisses him with a sideways glance, doesn’t really see the way his carefully constructed façade is falling to pieces, the way his bottom lip wobbles at the realization he has to spend hours in this hospital while those people the werewolf’s been hunting, his brother, need him out there.

“Dean?”

“Hmm?”

“M’ about to use a scalpel on you while you’ll bleed your guts out.”

He groans, screws one eye shut. “No more flirting then?”

“No more flirting.” She puts on a pair of rubber gloves. “Tahini. Vitals?”

“95 over 50. Tachy at 140.”

“Okay, hit him up.”

“Hit me up? With what?” he asks, bemused.

Instead of answering, Tahini mirrors Y/N’s moves as she puts on a mask, jams a syringe into his arm.

Her words begin to fade after that, like colors in a cinematic screen and he’s falling, falling, falling until everything around him is quiet, colorless.

He can do nothing but breathe.

In. Out.

He has no idea how long he stays like this, the rise and fall of his chest the only indication he’s still alive, but he does know that, when he finally opens his eyes, he finds her sitting across the side of the room, a pile of charts on her lap.

He looks for Sammy.

He’s asleep on a chair next to him.

“Hey,” Y/N whispers, eyes darting up to meet his, “take it easy. You just got out of surgery.”

He swallows, but his throat feels sore, covered in sandpaper. “How long was I out?”

“About six hours. How do you feel?”

He looks at the tubes and the wires surrounding him.

His head feels like it’s about to split open.

“Like I just had a run in with Jacob Black,” he grounds out, but she laughs, and it’s so brilliant that there’s a second, just a split second in time, when he forgets he’s in pain.

“Yeah, I don’t know how that happened, to be honest.” She gnaws on her bottom lip, stands next to him. “We’ve never had issues with wolf attacks until now. We, uh…” She casts her eyes downwards. “We lost three girls last week. One was still breathing when they brought her in. She…” She draws in a deep breath, shakes her head. “It was bad.”

And Dean doesn’t know whether it’s the anesthesia that hasn’t worn off yet, or the fact she spent the past few hours waiting for him to wake up in a stiff hospital chair, but he reaches out, holds her hand in his.

“M’ sorry,” he rasps out, as genuine as he can manage.

She nods. “Yeah. Yeah, me too.” She rubs at her forehead. “Anyway, I, uh…” A pause. Eyes that drift to Sam. “I had a hard time convincing him to leave your side.”

His lips curl up in a small smile at the mention of his brother.

He snorts, winces a little at his attempt to sit up. “Kid worries too much, doesn’t he?”

“I dunno, Sparky. You seemed pretty banged up when he brought you in last night.”

He grins, honest and wide and pained. “That why you’re here?”

She blinks.

Her cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink.

“C’mon, Doc,” he coaxes, glancing her up and down. “I can tell when someone’s worried about me.”

She lets out a snort.

Her brows slant. “I wasn’t worried about you.”

He hums, but it’s dripping with sarcasm.

“I was not,” she insists, barely able to suppress her smile. “Just wanted to make sure you’d have your chance to make my head spin before you drive away into the sunset again.”

A groan.

Eyes rolled skywards.

“You’re not gonna let that one go, are you?”

She grins, and it’s anything but innocent. “Nope.”

“Well, m’ sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think m’ in any condition to woo you anytime soon.”

Her eyes shine and, for a moment, he almost believes he can be his old self again, can be that version of himself he knows she’d fall for, someone fearless, invincible.

“Guess I’ll just have to stick around a while longer, then.”

He smirks.

The corners of his eyes crinkle.

“Guess so,” he whispers.

The smile that breaks across her face is the most beautiful thing he’s seen since he returned from Hell.

Dean knows he shouldn’t want her.

He knows he’s not allowed to, knows the things he feels for her are dangerous and pointless, distracting.

He knows he’s going to hurt her, eventually, even if that’s the last thing he wants; he’s a Winchester, after all, destined to wreak havoc and feed off of it like one of those monsters he so vehemently hates.

He knows it.

And yet, as he watches her laugh at something stupid he’s said, the soft lines of her face so impeccably mapped out by the warmth of the string lights above them, he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to trace those same lines with his fingertips, press his mouth against hers.

He wants her.

He wants her so much that he doesn’t have the courage to stop everything that’s shifting between them, doesn’t have the strength to confront her about her visits in the hospital, the late dinner they had the day he was released.

He wants her so much that he can’t even tell her he is leaving in three days because this, the almost kiss they’d shared earlier, this night they decided to spend by her front porch, will become nothing more but another memory, another burden for him to let go of.

“Hey, I am not lying,” Y/N’s voice sneaks into his thoughts, the way her hand rests on his thigh almost setting him on fire.

He clears his throat, shakes his head. “Come on. D’ you really expect me to believe you’ve never gone skinny-dipping?”

“Yes.”

He waggles his brow suggestively. “Not even once?”

“Dude, I’m a doctor. I know exactly what exists in the water and have zero desire to let it get anywhere near my lady parts,” she retorts, lips wrapping around the mouth of the half-empty bottle of beer she’s holding.

“But–”

“No buts,” she cuts him off. “S’ my turn.”

“Go ahead then.”

“Hmmm…” She scrunches her nose up in the cutest way possible, gnaws on her bottom lip. “First kiss.”

“What about it?”

“Tell me about it, smartass.”

He hums.

His mind drifts back to an afternoon years ago, the smell of sandalwood and sage in Sonny’s living room, the feel of Robin’s lips against his, new, cherished.

Everything had seemed so final then, so oppressive and terrifying and yet, as he looks back now, he realizes how simple his life had been.

“I, uh… I was ‘bout sixteen at that time, I think. Her name was Robin. She–” a deep chuckle– “she kissed me, actually. Just leaned in and…”

She smiles.

It’s soft and sweet, with pleasant surprise curled around its edges.

“What?”

“You liked her,” she says, warmth dancing in her eyes.

“Course I did. That’s why people kiss, Doc,” he deadpans.

“No, Sparky. I meant that you liked-liked her.”

He snorts, but his eyes are shining. “Liked-liked? How old are you, five?”

“Shut up.” Leaning closer, she bats her eyelashes and squints. “You know you’re gonna have to tell me what happened with her now.”

“Really?”

“Really. M’ pretty sure there’s a really good story there.”

“And I am pretty sure your turn has passed, so–” he clasps his hands together, purses his lips– “tell me about your first kiss.”

“Huh. Using my own questions against me, I see.”

He can’t help the chuckle that escapes his lips. “What can I say, sweetheart? I play dirty from time to time.”

Her cheeks flush pink.

It’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

“Well, believe it or not, I had my first kiss at the ripe age of thirteen.”

He almost chokes on his beer. “Thirteen?”

“My best friend and I were home alone, watching Beverly Hills, 90210. We had questions.” Her bottle pauses halfway through her mouth. “He was probably the best kiss of my life. Got a little cocky when I told him, too.”

He chortles.

The corners of his eyes crinkle. “You guys are still close?”

Her fingers press against the chain of the vintage locket necklace she’s wearing, almost instinctively. “Not anymore, no. We… Well. S’ a long story.”

“Doc, you don’t have to–” he starts when he notices the way she’s holding the locket.

“I want to,” she cuts him off, handing it open to him.

Inside, there’s a picture of a man he’s never seen before, holding her as she’s clambered up on his shoulders, wild laughter lighting up their faces. The pair of them is almost oblivious to the camera, her chin brushing against his dark brown hair, his stubble smudged with whipped cream, but what really startles Dean is how warm, how kind, the man’s green eyes seem.

“Didn’t know you were a Giant’s fan,” he says, staring at the logo stamped on their hats, not really because he thinks it’s worth commenting on, but because the silence is stretching too far, and he has no idea what to say, what to do to break it.

“M’ not really. Jay just dragged me into every one of their games when we moved to San Francisco.”

“You both got into med school?” he asks, brow arched in surprise.

“Nope. He was studying to become a teacher in USF, but–” she closes the locket– “we rented a small apartment together.” She twists her mouth, casts him a sideways glance. “It cost about $2,000 a month, and we both had to work double shifts to afford it, but we loved living together.”

Her voice breaks as she speaks, fragments of heartache strapped into it, and he realizes, with a certain amount of disbelief, that she probably hasn’t spoken to anyone about him in a while.

He takes a deep gulp. “What happened?”

She blinks.

The muscles in her jaw twitch.

“9/11,” she rasps out. She takes a deep breath, shifts so she can face him better. “His brother used to work in the Towers.”

“Jesus, kid.”

“He was never found. A friend of his said he was in the Windows of the World when the fire started. Jay was devastated.” Her eyes focus on the label of her beer. “For a long time, I was worried –I thought he’d try to do something stupid. And then, about three months after the funeral, he joined the Army.” She juts her chin. “They sent him to Iraq.” She drags her eyes up, the Y/E/C pools swimming in grief and loss. “The man who came back wasn’t Jay. I… I tried to help him. I really did. He started a treatment, we went to see a therapist together.”

“But it wasn’t enough,” Dean whispers, the words a dead weight on his tongue.

“It was my fault,” she says and, for a second, it’s like Dean can see through her, can see a part of her that’s mutilated by guilt and self-doubt, the side he’d caught a glimpse of when he listened to her speak about the girl she lost back at the hospital.

He wonders, briefly, whether she is like him, whether she sees the one person that mattered the most to her in the face of all the people she couldn’t save.

It’s maddening.

“He was supposed to pick me up for dinner, but I… I was late. One of the attending doctors paged me the last minute and I didn’t even have the time to cancel. By the time surgery was over, we’d already missed our reservation, so we decided to walk to a small diner nearby instead.” She clamps her teeth, digs her fingers into her palm hard enough to draw blood. “There was a car accident. A truck drifted into the opposite lane and… I remember thinking I’ve never seen Jay so scared before. He was just looking at this girl, bleeding in her car, and his eyes were… empty.” The muscles in her jaw flare. “I reached out for him. I know I shouldn’t have, but it was instinct, you know?” Her bottom lip wobbles. “He broke my arm.”

“I’m… Fuck, Doc, I wish there was something I could say…”

“Yeah.” She runs a hand over her face. “Me too.”

Above them, the sky has turned cloudless. Infinite.

“He ran away, didn’t he?” he asks, though he already knows the answer because he knows men like Jay.

He’s been like Jay, had cut himself open to build up walls and protect the people he loved from himself, had let others break him until the pain was so much that he had to subject others to it, had bled and tortured and suffered for his brother.

He’d kept her at a distance to save her, and yet Jay had done the exact same thing, and he’d broken her beyond repair.

She nods.

Her bottom lip wobbles. “I told him it wasn’t his fault. I swore we could fix it.”

She gets up as she speaks, walks down the stairs of the porch and reaches the small garden where there’s a rose bush and he follows her, watches as she gingerly drags her fingers over the thorns.

He places a hand on her shoulder, a soft, reassuring pressure. “He was only trying to protect you.”

“I know.” In the dark, her eyes find his. “That’s what makes this worse. You don’t push the ones you love away when they’re the only ones that can help you. You just don’t.”

“I know,” he repeats, his fingers squeezing hers.

“And you don’t get to play God and decide what’s best for them.”

She’s crying now, and Dean lets his arms fall open and pulls her to him, presses his lips on her temple without a moment’s hesitation.

“I don’t think it matters,” he says into her ear, not really sure whether they’re still talking about Jay or him, “but he hates himself for leaving, too.”

She lets out a small whimper.

Her eyes lock into his. “Your job,” she starts, her gaze burning him with the light of a thousand suns, “it’s dangerous, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“And you have to leave soon.”

He thumbs away a tear rolling down her cheek, ignores the gut-wrenching pain in his stomach. “I do. I don’t want to. But I do.”

“How much time do we have?”

“Doc, I don’t think we should–”

“I like you, Dean.” Her fingers find his jawline. “I really like you. And I don’t want to spend the next two years wondering what this–” she gestures between them– “could be. So, if we have one night, I’ll take one night. M’ not saying that’s easy, but–”

The rest of the words die on her lips when he cups her chin, and then they’re kissing, deep and hungry and desperate with her palms soft against his stubble, his body pressed against hers.

It’s not particularly slow, the way their lips move together, but there’s something redeeming about it, something that stamps out the longing of the past few years, halts that need he’d felt for her this week so deep into his bones.

He pulls back, barely. “Three days,” he mumbles. “We have three days.”

She hums, licks her bottom lip like she’s trying to savor his taste, but her smile is innocent as she says, “Good. Now shut up and kiss me again.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

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