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googleitlol · 1 year ago

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Moving forward, Dove and Wukong are gonna be a LOT of fun >:)

Fr tho, I'm so excited for their dynamic as they move forward and stop seeing the worst in each other teehee, anywho~

TW: mentions of domestic abuse

Dove Masterlist:

New Normal

It doesn’t take long to explain the entire situation to Sun Wukong, and soon you find yourself perched on his shoulder while Pigsy leads the way to the Yellow-Robe Demon’s home.

You turn back the moment Monkey King touches the ground, the grand pagoda the demon calls home greeting your group. There is laughter a little ways away that perks the monkey demons ears before addressing you. “Dove, go find the princess and bring her out here.”

“Remember Wukong, we promised to bring her back home.” You remind him, the poor woman has already been through enough in the thirteen years she has spent married to her captor.

Wukong rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Yes, I know. I have no intentions of hurting her, we just need to free Sandy and trick her husband. Trust me, I already have an idea.” He seems a little excited as he reassures you of the princess’ safety, and you aren’t entirely sure whether or not that’s a good thing, but decide to trust him nonetheless.

You run into the pagoda, calling out for the princess as you run through the halls. The demon should still be with his in-laws in the kingdom, which will make finding Sandy much easier. You turn a corner before hearing a door slide open. Turning back, you see the princess looking back at you with a shocked expression.

“What are you doing back here?” She moves quickly to take your hands in her own, her worry loud through her voice. “If my husband–”

You use your gift on the woman, holding her hands to soothe her nerves. “Don’t worry about that, my friends and I are going to take care of him once and…” Taking in her features, you frown. Under her eye and the side of her face are heavy bruising, purples lined with yellows. Looking down to her hands, you see that just peeking out from under her sleeves are marks circling her forearm, like the ghost of a hand.

She follows your gaze, letting go of your hands to pull her sleeve down. “I’m alright now, it could have been worse if not for your friend, that Sha Monk.” You frown, did he decide to take his anger out on her? For helping you retrieve Tripitaka? At least Sandy seemed to have been able to help somehow, but you have to take care of this demon, tonight.

“Once we deal with Yellow-Robe, you will be back home with your family.” You reassure the woman, and she nods in response. “Follow me, my friend has a plan to stop him.”

The princess nods, and you lead her back outside to where your two companions await. As you approach the door, the screams of younger voices alert the two of you that Pigsy and Wukong do not seem to be alone. The princess runs past you, letting out a shout of her own once she gets outside. You follow her, seeing for yourself the two young demons each disciple held up in the air by the backs of their clothes. “My babies!”

“Ah, you must be the mother. We found these two playing outside.” Sun Wukong grins, holding up his hostage.

“Sun Wukong, what are you doing?!” This woman doesn’t need any more heartache. Is your faith in the Monkey King already showing to be a mistake?

The sage shakes his head playfully. “Calm yourselves, just do what I ask and I will return your children to where they belong.”

The princess frowns. “What do you want?”

“My brother, Sha Wujing, is being held captive in your home. Bring him out, then I will let your sons go.” He calls down to her with his demands.

The woman looks to you from the side of her eye, to which you shrug with a guilty laugh. “I will make sure he does not harm them.”

“Thank you.” She whispers, glancing back up to her children in worry. “I was having trouble thinking of an excuse to free your friend anyway. Please, just make sure nothing happens to my boys.” You nod and with your confirmation, the princess rushes into the cave behind the pagoda.

The two disciples return to the ground, their hold on each boy unbroken as you walk to them. “I hope you don’t plan on doing anything to those two, they are still her children.” You give a pointed look to each demon, Pigsy looks away and refuses to make eye contact while his elder brother gasps.

“What? Me?! Why would you ever think–”

“Wukong.”

“…Fine.” He grumbles before looking over to Pigsy. “Maybe you could refrain from throwing them down, just make sure their father knows to come home.”

You let out a relieved sigh before noticing the horror-stricken looks on the two boys’ faces. Placing a hand on each of their heads, you use your gift to calm their minds. You can’t help but feel sorry for them, they should not have to face any sort of punishment for the sins of their father. “Do you two understand what you have to do? Find your father, and tell him I am waiting.” You explain once their breathing has returned to normal.

The older one gives you a wary look. “What are you going to do to our mother?” The question makes you pause. As much as you don’t want to hurt these kids, you aren’t sure what they may repeat to their father.

“If you do what we say, your mother will be safe, alright?” Giving them a more vague answer is the best you can do. You don’t want to scare them, but it is better than risking them telling their father that his wife is aiding you in his own defeat.

As you step away from the two, Sha Wujing emerges from the cave. The second he catches sight of Sun Wukong, a smile erupts over his face. “Brother Pilgrim, you came back!”

“Someone had to rescue you, and I did not think you would count on Pigsy for that.” He chuckles, the pig demon in question looking between his two brothers in annoyance. “Hey!”

“Here, catch.” Wukong pushes his hostage into Sandy’s arms. “I imagine Master would appreciate it if we lure the Yellow-Robe Demon out here without any citizens before engaging him in combat. I want you and Bajie to go deliver these children to the palace. They will tell their father to return.”

Once the Great Sage is done explaining, Sandy lets out a small huff of satisfaction to accompany his smile. “It is good to have you back, Brother.” With a nod to Wukong, then to Pigsy, he takes off into the sky with the demon boy in his arms. Pigsy quickly follows suit, leaving you with the Monkey King as the princess returns outside.

Her head whips around frantically, a frown framing her features. “Are my children safe?”

“They’re on their way to your kingdom.” Wukong explains as she approaches. “After we take care of your beastly husband, you can join them.”

Her frown deepens at the King’s words, and you put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “They will be safe with our friends, trust me.” She looks to you as you speak, almost studying your features for a moment before the weight of her brows start to lift.

“For now, you should find a place to hide.” She turns to Wukong as he addresses her again, and she nods.

“What will the two of you do when my husband arrives?” She asks, her gaze shifting between you and the sage.

Wukong smirks at the question, taking your hand in his. “We are going to put on a show.”

Your tilt your head with curiosity as he leads you into the pagoda and bids farewell to the princess. “What do you have in mind?” You ask, intrigued by the look of excitement on his face.

“We are going to surprise him.” He explains, allowing you to enter first before following behind. “He will be expecting an attack, so first we lower his guard.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” You question, looking back to face him– only, it isn’t Wukong who is with you now. Instead, the princess stands behind you, a tail tucking away into the skirt of her dress. Ah, that’s how.

The Monkey Princess holds up his arms, the voice of Yellow-Robe’s wife echoing out of his mouth. “How do I look?” Even with her voice, his tone is enough to tell you that it’s him.

You can’t help but smirk, the disguise amusing you. “Like a pretty princess.”

“Perfect.” The word almost comes out like a purr, the mischievous cackle that rumbles from his throat makes you laugh. Seeing him so excited by whatever scheme he has planned is much more fun to watch than you thought it would be. Something about his twisted little smile just feels satisfying, especially knowing what it means for the demon that has been causing you and your friends so much trouble. “Do you think you can play along with what I have in mind?”

“Of course I can.” You grin, the demon mirroring your expression before beginning to explain the rest of his plan.

By the time the Yellow-Robe Demon arrives, you’re ready for him. You hear him land outside, a great thud shaking the ground. Footsteps thunder closer until their owner enters his estate. A demon with indigo skin clutches onto his scimitar with a vice-like grip, his purple hair wild and yellow garments still dirtied from the last time you initiated him in combat. His teeth grit together once he sees you, his golden eyes narrowing at the arrow pointed towards his ‘wife’ who kneels at your feet. “Welcome home.”

Sun Wukong seems to do an amazing job at playing his role, tears stream down his cheeks as he looks up at the demon, who only looks at him with worry before turning his attention to you. “You don’t know when to give up, do you, little birdie?” His voice is low, almost seething from the tableau in front of him.

You find his anger amusing. “I admit that I can be stubborn at times, though it isn’t all that important now. Listen closely at what I want you to do.” He growls as you continue. “You are going to dispel the disguise you put on the monk, and in return, your wife keeps her life.”

“Please, don’t let her hurt me!” The ‘princess’ cries, only fueling the demon’s boiling anger.

“And what makes you think I will let you leave here the minute you lower that bow?” He glares, eyes narrowing as he keeps a tight hold over his weapon.

“You won’t get the cha–” As you speak, attention focused on the demon, the ‘wife’ pushes into your legs and nearly tripping you. You stumble back, which is enough for Yellow-Robe to jump into action. He pounces, shoving you to the ground and knocking your weapon from your hands.

Your eyes widen as you’re disarmed and find the monster hovering over you. “Wait, wait!” You shout, holding your hands up in surrender. “Wait, please!”

“Scared, little bird?” A wicked grin stretches across his face, and you do your best to hold your own as he glares down at you with a sadistic satisfaction. He seems too pleased with catching you off guard to notice your hand reaching down for your concealed dagger. “Worry not, I shall make your death a quick one.”

He hoists you up by your shirt with one hand, his scimitar in the other when the ‘princess’ takes hold of his arm. “Darling, wait.” She sniffles, tears staining her cheeks. Wukong looks pathetic enough for the demon’s smile to drop upon seeing it.

“Are you alright, beloved?” He rests his weapon against a wall, turning his attention to his precious ‘wife’.

She nods as he holds the side of her face in his hand, her hands gliding up his arm to hold his. “I will be fine, but… I am afraid I cannot say the same for you.”

“What?” Yellow-Robe has no time to ponder the words before you stab into his neck with your dagger. Blood flies through the air, red splatting over your face. The monster drops you, roaring in pain and stumbling back. His hand shoots to his neck and before he has a moment to recover, an iron staff collides with his side, sending him flying through the wall.

Dust kicks up in clouds as the wall is destroyed, and you waste no time in retrieving your bow. The demon sits up in a daze, wincing while still holding tight onto the wound on his neck. “What? How could– why would you…?!” He looks at his ‘wife’ in complete confusion.

The woman smirks while you nock another arrow. “Maybe you should take another look at your lovely wife.” With a wipe of his face, the disguise is washed away, revealing to the demon his true identity.

Yellow-Robe’s eyes widen with shock, and you draw your bow to aim at the demon. “What’s the matter? Is your beloved not as you remember her?” Monkey snickers at your comment, glancing over to you before returning his attention to your shared opponent.

The demon’s brows furrow as he looks at Wukong closer. “I know you… you’re the one who caused that chaos in heaven!”

“As well as the Tang monk’s eldest disciple. The same monk I hear you have been causing some trouble for.” Wukong adds, spinning his staff in his hand. “I should show you what happens to those that cause seek to harm my Master. Don’t you agree, Dove?”

“For once, I can say that I do.” You grin, the demon letting out a snarl as he rises back to his feet. He grabs hold of his scimitar and the two of you jump into action.

The Yellow-Robe Demon shouts as an arrow imbeds itself into his shoulder, glaring at you before lunging to attack. You jump back, Monkey King leaping in to swing at the demon. He only just manages to block the sage’s attack, the two locking into combat. “That monk is only supposed to have two disciples!”

“I may have been gone for some time, but I wouldn’t expect you to know the sentiment of, ‘Once a teacher, always a father’.” He speaks almost casually, blocking each hit from his opponent as though it is the easiest thing in the world.

The Monkey King’s mocking mixed with another three arrows piercing the demon all at once makes him cry out in anger. His head whips back to you as you ready more arrows. “Wukong likes to be the centre of attention, but don’t forget about me.” You tease, egging him on enough to lunge for a strike.

Taking avian form, you fly above the demon, turning back mid-air to shoot into his back. Sun Wukong deals another blow as you land, sending the demon hurdling out the entrance of the pagoda. You follow him out, but as you exit the building, you find only the wilderness waiting for you.

You frown, scanning the area as Wukong does the same. “Where did he go?” The monkey demon narrows his eyes, hopping onto his cloud to get a better vantage point to view the surrounding space.

He comes back down moments later, shrinking his staff down before tucking it away in his ear. “He must have turned tail and ran, I can’t see him anywhere.”

The confirmation of his disappearance is enough for you to lower your bow and tuck your arrow into your quiver. “Where do you think he might have gone?”

“I cannot say for certain…” Wukong hums, raising his hand to his chin as his eyes search the ground for an answer. “He did say something odd, though. He recognised me.” He glances up to you while giving voice to his thoughts, making your brows furrow at the revelation.

That’s right, he mentioned Wukong’s time in heaven. “And he had no idea you were Tripitaka’s disciple, yet he knew you from your rampage in the jade palace.”

The Great Sage shows you a lopsided smile. “Maybe our foe is more than just a demon…”

“…He’s a spirit from heaven!” You finish, your face brightening at the revelation.

Wukong mirrors your expression, humming to himself. “If we don’t know where he is, perhaps we can find out by taking a quick trip to the Jade Palace.”

“We better hurry, then.” You nod before gasping as the Monkey King scoops you into his arms to fly off. “Wait!”

“What?” He looks down, frowning before his expression shifts to one of understanding. “Oh, yeah. Your face.”

“What a lovely way to put it.” You deadpan, it would probably be a good idea to wash the blood from your face before meeting any heavenly officials. ~~~~

Your trip to the heavens was thankfully a quick one. After speaking to the Celestial Masters in the palace, they were able to figure out one of the constellation spirits was missing, the wolf star. After summoning him back to the palace, you have to stop Sun Wukong from killing him outright.

He’s still in bad shape from your earlier fight, and with the other deities awaiting his arrival, he has no other choice than to go into their custody. With the demon now in heaven’s hands, the two of you are free to return to the kingdom where the rest of your friends await.

When you finally return to the kingdom’s palace, several days having now passed in the region below, the princess already has men awaiting your arrival. They lead you and Sun Wukong to the wing where your companions wait, the other disciples having lifted Tripitaka’s false form.

You follow the palace servants down the corridor, glancing over to the Monkey King by your side. Ha, how strange it feels. You have worked together in the past to defeat demons before, although this is the first time it has gone so well. Being honest with yourself, it was actually sort of fun. Never did you think you would have fun with the Monkey King of all people.

The demon in question has his eyes trained to the floor, his brows set in a worried frown. You notice his fists are clenched, tail swishing from one side to the other. Is he nervous? You’re not sure you can blame him, this will be the first time he’s seen Tripitaka in over a month. With how things were left between them, it makes sense for him to feel on edge over a reunion. You nudge him with your shoulder, the action nearly making him jump out of his skin. “Are you worried, Wukong?”

The sage blinks a few times before putting on an unconvincing smile. “Me, worried? Over what? Don’t make me laugh, Dove.”

“Hey,” you stop the King and take hold of his shoulders, making sure to look him in the eye, “it will be fine. Tripitaka has missed you as much as you have.” You reassure him, his eyes widening just slightly at the news.

He’s silent, studying your face for a moment before his brows begin to relax. A lopsided smirk begins to form as he chuckles. “I can feel what you’re doing right now.”

“Good, you’re supposed to.” You return the smile, your hands dropping to your sides once he’s calm enough. “This is part of why I’m here, remember?”

“Yes, I suppose so.” He rolls his eyes, his smile refusing to fade. “You know, you are much better company to be in when you’re not glaring or cutting me down with your words.” He adds as you both hurry to catch up with the servants.

“And I guess you aren’t that bad either when you’re not conspiring to push me out of a tree.” You jest, spotting the ones leading you to your friends entering a room, likely to announce your presence.

Wukong frowns a bit at the reminder. “I had a perfectly good reason for that!”

“You also just wanted to.”

“…Yes, I did.” His reluctant admittance makes you snicker, the sage joining you in laughter. The two of you, laughing over a time he nearly got you killed. Who would have thought?

“Sun Wukong?” The voice makes the monkey pause. It takes him some time to turn around, the sight of his master almost makes him unable to function.

He clears his throat a bit, glancing down at the ground before looking the monk in the eyes. “Hello, Master–”

There isn’t a chance for him to say anything else before Tripitaka pulls him into a tight embrace. “I am so sorry for sending you away! I never should have doubted you.” The man is nearly on the verge of tears, the past few days showing to have really taken their toll on him. “Thank you, Pilgrim Sun.”

Wukong looks up in surprise, looking as though the monk may squeeze him to death, if he could die. It seems he truly was not expecting such a reaction to his return. “…Of course, Master. Just… think twice before using that tightening spell?” He gives an awkward smile to the man who finally releases him.

“I am sorry for that as well.” Tripitaka looks down, clearly shamed by his actions. “Thank you for coming back to save us, even after I gave you every reason not to.”

The Monkey King, seemingly starting to recover from his shock, shrugs playfully. “I would never leave you in peril if I knew I could help you.”

With a smile, Tripitaka nods before addressing you both. “Now that you have returned, the King has allowed us to rest here for tonight as thanks for bringing his daughter back home. In the morning, we are free to continue to the thunderclap monastery.” You smile at that, content in knowing the princess was finally able to reunite with her family.

Tripitaka pulls Sun Wukong aside to catch up while you excuse yourself to the stables, to check up on Ao Lie. He injured himself while fighting the Yellow-Robe Demon before Sun Wukong returned, and you want to check in on the dragon-horse now that the monster has been dealt with.

When you get there, you see he is being taken care of well. The horse has a trough full of feed, though you still offer an apple to thee steed. He seems more than happy to accept it while you explain to him everything he missed. While you do, you find a hard brush and decide to groom the horse while you catch up. “I have to admit, I am surprised you actually fought this time.” You had gotten so used to him in this form, you sometimes forget that Lie is truly a dragon.

He snorts, shaking his head slightly in response. “You did good.” You smile at him. These past days have been nothing but chaos, but it feels as though everything is on the verge of returning to normal.

“The horse actually did something?!” You whip around, the voice making you jump. Sun Wukong stands by the doors to the stables, the look on his face expressing his shock as he moves closer. “You must have been truly desperate.”

Your brows furrow from his arrival. “What are you doing here? I thought you would be resting in your room by now.”

Wukong shrugs. “I am not exactly a person with the need for sleep, it is not all that exciting for me to lay in a boring dark room.” You hum in acknowledgement at the explanation.

The Monkey King scratches the back of his head, albeit a little awkwardly. “I wanted to say that, uh, you did good today. With Yellow-Robe.” He specifies, though the comment takes you a little off-guard. It feels foreign to hear praise from him of all people. “I nearly forgot how much of an actor you are, but you nearly had me convinced with how scared you looked when he grabbed you.”

“Please, you were the one playing an entirely different person.” You glance away with a smile, crossing your arms before your eyes meet his again. “You did great as well. We never would have been able to do this without you.”

“…Thank you” He smiles back, and you’re struck with this odd sense, likely due to the fact that you feel no malice behind the gesture. It’s strange, there being no hostility between the two of you. After a moment, he looks away and clears his throat. “Well, I suppose you need your sleep, even if I do not. You should go rest, I’ve been hoping to catch up with Ao Lie anyway.”

“Alright, then.” You say, not wanting to admit that the strain of recent events are starting to take its toll on you.

You go to exit the stables, looking back to your friends. “Have a good night, you two.”

“You as well, Dove.” Wukong calls back. With that, you go to find your room for the night, neither of you noticing the way Ao Lie looks between the two of you with as much confusion as his long face can express.

By the time you’re ready to drift off to sleep, you feel lighter than you’ve felt in a long while.

#a… nice conversation?#that was NOT on ao lie's jttw bingo card 💀#the wukong/dove team-up is just 👌#little dove #jttw sun wukong #sun wukong x reader

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thelikesoffinn · 2 years ago

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hi! Just found your blog, and your analysis of Astarion is so interesting and in depth, Iove it! I'm debating whether writing a story with a human monk Tav because I think that can be a fun play on opposites attract, where she's solemn and stoic, but weirdly funny and and ready to help those in trouble, so he warms to her slowly because where was she etc. now in my playthrough he got mind controlled by Nere, and attacked Tav. I can't put down how he would feel? My opinion is that he'd try to distance himself (approval was quite high by then) because he's reminded of cazador 's control and that he's more monster than man. Also, would it be realistic for him not to want tav to go to cazador because he's ashamed/afraid for her life at this point? Or is it too early in his healing for him to think like that? Sorry, long one, thank you!

Well hello there! Thank you so much, duck, I'm so so happy you enjoyed all my rambling! Really honestly, you chaps all have no idea how happy your enjoyment makes me ♥

First: Human Monk Tav x Astarion will definitely be glorious and I hope the muses bless your creative process! We all love a good slow burn opposite attracts romance, that's the good stuff. (And I'm so hyped someone else sees the humour in stoicism. That shit is genuinely funny and not enough people appreciate it, I'm calling it.)

Then, regarding the mind-control issue: Pew! That's really a pickle, because I think it definitely toes the line between what Astarion would want to do and what he is actually able to do.

Generally, I'd say Astarion is one to shy away from dealing with his problems head on - especially the problems he's caused himself because guilt is something our boy absolutely can't face. So I absolutely do believe there's some part of him that just wants to up and dust.

I don't think, however, that distancing himself is something Astarion would ever actually do for a multitude of reasons, really.

First off, and possibly most importantly: The nere-battle is still rather early in the story. That means Astarion is still very likely in survival mode, which means he is painfully aware of every dangerous thing around him.

So that means, he is acutely aware that he needs Tav and their group to survive which, in turn, means he needs Tav right there by his side because they're the only thing that stands between him and the rest of the group. He can be somewhat safe as long as Tav is there vouching for him, so he can't let anyone get in between them.

In order to achieve that, he has to stick close to Tav. Distance creates an opening that someone else could take and the minute someone else slides in, Astarion "knows" (i.e. believes) he's done for. So distancing himself is more dangerous than staying close to Tav, who may currently be miffed because he's attacked them.

Furthermore, Astarion is a master of minimsation. (Only where he is concearned, of course, he's all drama regarding everyone else.) And he's brilliant in blaming other people for things he does.

So instead of distancing himself, which could harm him more than it'd do good at this point, he's more likely to just shrug the whole thing off. He does so when he kills Tav while feeding and that was really entirely his fault, so in a situation like this? Where he can actually blame someone else, too??? Damn, that's easy pray for our pointy-toothed scoundrel. Time to down play the issue and turn up the sexy to make good old Tav forget he was a bad boy for a minute there!

I do agree, however, that being controlled like that is definitely difficult for Astarion because, as you said, it reminds him of how Cazador used him. The wounds are still extremely fresh at this point, to the point that even I as a social worker would hesitate to work on anything regarding that area of his life, because it could easily lead to a melt down. Sometimes people need to calm down and heal a bit before you can tackle specific topics in a good way, which is definitely the case here.

Regarding the last point: Difficult to say, to be honest, as I'm not 100% sure which time frame we're specifically looking at. If we're still around the same point in the story as before - the Nere part - I'd definitely say it's slightly too early for him to worry much about it. At this point he's only just getting more comfortable around Tav and it's still a while before anything close to a relationship happens. Right now, he wants to be free and he wants to be safe and that likely takes precedence.

The further we get in the story, the more likely it is that he'll have mixed feelings about bringing Tav anywhere near Cazador and his old "home". Facing down your abuser leaves you really vulnerable and, more importantly, there's a chance Tav might leave him after finding out about all of the things he's done. Of course he slowly learns to trust them, but I think we're all well aware that this will take time.

Before Tav, he was all alone for so so long. Nobody helped him, nobody stayed with him, nobody ever did anything for him. It will take a long time to unlearn that.

Puh, you said yours was long and here's me making it even longer! I'm sorry, duck, but I hope I answered all your questions! ♥

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldur's gate #bg3 tav #tav #astarion x tav #baldurs gate tav #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion romance #bg3 astarion #bg3 asks #astarion x reader #astarion asks

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esquidma · 5 months ago

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New Chapter!

Isaac’s Burning Adventure! - Chapter 2 <Versus the Monk>

It was a marvelous sight. Towering buildings that touched the clouds were lined-up like dominoes. Isaac could easily see it from the back of the Salamence he rode through the sky. There was a variety of smaller buildings filling the gaps between the towering buildings with roads and flowerbeds and parks and more. Isaac could even see a monorail system and Flying Taxi stations. It was an entrancing network of sites that Isaac couldn’t wait to experience. As Salamence descended, Isaac could hear the sounds of the people below noticing them. He went to look down and wave, but started to slide off from the weight of his backpack. He panicked, but was saved by an arm from the man in front of him wrapping back around to catch him.

“Woah woah, Isaac! You need to stay still, or you’re going to have a really rough landing, haha! Then I will have to answer to your mom only a day after leaving! And, frankly, she scares me.” Mr. Oliver turned to shoot a quick smile at Isaac before helping guide his Pokemon to a landing spot. It was hard to hear him speak over the wind rushing by Isaac’s ears. Flying was a new experience, but it was thrilling.

“Sorry about that, Mr. Oliver.”

Isaac tightened his grip around Salamence’s body with his legs, bracing for the impact of the landing. They were getting close to a Flying Taxi landing pad on the ground outside one of the many skyscrapers. People in dark suits and sunglasses were clearing the area for Salamence to land, forming a circle around the target. Salamence gave a few good flaps of its wings while approaching the ground, landing with a powerful thud as a gale whipped around everyone. It let out a roar of arrival. Mr. Oliver slid off its back and patted his Pokemon’s neck in appreciation.

“Thank you, boy. I think that is a record time.” Mr. Oliver offered Isaac a helping hand as he slid down from the back of Salamence. Once Isaac was off, Mr. Oliver pulled out a pokeball from his coat pocket and returned the mighty dragon to it. “Get some rest, Salamence.”

One of the suits walked over and saluted Mr. Oliver. “Mr. Atmos, welcome back. I hope your business trip went well.”

Mr. Oliver gave a courteous wave. “Yes, yes, the trip was quick and easy. I need to talk to Jack about the next shipment for Moira, so notify him that I want to meet in an hour. In the meantime,” Mr. Oliver pulled in Isaac, “take care of my young friend here. He is Moira’s kid, and my newest recruit for the gym challenge. Have someone show him around and get him settled. Isaac, here is my business card. Contact me if you need anything, and I will be checking in on you from time to time. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some business to attend to. Ciao,” Mr. Oliver spun with a flourish.

The suits saluted Mr. Oliver as he strutted off. He was met by a beautiful woman in what Isaac assumed was her mid-twenties. She had blonde and pink hair cut in a curled bob, and wore a pink and silver pinstriped pantsuit. Isaac couldn’t help but think she was a former pageant girl, maybe coordinator. She covered any visible skin with chunky jewelry. She gave a dossier to Mr. Oliver and started debriefing him about something as they disappeared into the building. Like that, Isaac was left alone in an unknown city six hours after leaving home.

One of the suits that was talking on the phone hung up and ushered Isaac over to a car, telling him to climb in. “This way, Mr. Isaac. We will take you on a tour of the city for today. Tomorrow, we will arrange for you to participate in a training program. Once you are ready, we can arrange your gym battle. Oh, and welcome to Mantra City, sir. We hope you enjoy your stay. Please contact Atmos Technologies for anything you need.” They practically shoved Isaac into the backseat while he was stunned by a sudden revelation. He looked down at the business card Mr. Oliver handed him, and his eyes almost exploded from his face.

Oliver AtmosCEO of Atmos Technologies, LLC

Wait wait wait! Mr. Oliver was the CEO of Atmos Tech? The biggest tech company in the region and basically the reason for half the infrastructure in place? Isaac loved their Ultra Station gaming system. They made everything from gaming systems to appliances to Rotom phones to even hightech battle stadiums. That meant Mr. Oliver was, like, really important. And even better, really rich. Isaac was seeing money signs. Maybe he could ask for an infinite number of pokeballs, or the latest gaming console with every game. The ideas were endless, but then he remembered something that was even bigger, if that was even possible.

You see, the champion, the strongest trainer and head of the Trainer’s Association, was a woman named Jeanne Atmos. She was the granddaughter of the late founder of Atmos Technologies. Isaac had met her once when he was younger, and she was a kind and mysterious woman, but her power when battling was unreal. Isaac watched every match of hers on repeat until she had her next one. Did that mean Mr. Oliver was related to champion Jeanne? What Mr. Oliver said last night came back to him. He said that Isaac could maybe one day rival his sister. Sister…Jeanne Atmos is his sister!?

Isaac’s mind raced his heart to see which would explode first. He laid across the backseat of the car to collect himself, the thrumming of the motor providing him comfort. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but he was startled back to reality by the door to the car opening. The suit from before peeped in.

“Are you okay, sir? We’ve arrived at our first destination.” Isaac pulled himself together and stepped out of the car, indicating he was okay and took in surroundings that amazed him. He was standing on the edge of a majorly busy sidewalk outside the gates to a university campus. A sign above the gate read “Belmorre University” in metal letters as big as Isaac. Peering in, Isaac could see statues, fountains, and large buildings filled with classrooms or libraries. Students and staff filled every inch of the place, and where there weren’t people there were Pokemon or plants. No corner of the campus wasn’t bursting with life. A tingle shot down Isaac’s spine from excitement. He couldn’t help but think that someday, somehow, he would love to be one of the students walking around campus, hanging out with friends and studying for exams.

He pulled out a pokeball from his bag and tossed it into the air. “Soldier, you gotta see this.” Out popped his Charcadet partner, who cheered at being freed from his ball, then was instantly entranced by the overstimulating surroundings. Isaac scooped him up and set the fiery Pokemon on his shoulders. “Feast your eyes on that, bud. We made it. We made it! Woo~!” He pranced around with Soldier riding his shoulders as people walking by stared at him like he was a weirdo. But Isaac didn’t care. He had only a few chances to leave the Golden Expanse in his life, and he never visited any place like this city. He never thought that school of all things would bring his excitement this high.

“Mr. Isaac, if you would please follow me. I will take you on a tour of the campus. If there is anywhere that you would like to stop at, please let me know.” The suit yanked him out of his parading around to take him to… a library. Was it impressive? Totally, it was huge and very well stocked. But did Isaac care? No. He rode on the back of a Salamence and was in a city for the first time ever. How was a library going to be anywhere near as interesting as the best place to battle or a mall or an arcade?

Luckily, the next stop was the Pokemon department, focusing on various elements of Pokemon and human relationships from breeding to battling to conservation and more. At least with that stuff, Isaac was very acquainted through his time on the ranch. He got to talk to the dean of the college, too, who was a friend of his mom’s and gave him a few good stories from their student days. He couldn’t wait to use that against her next time she brought up something he did as a baby. One of the professors for the breeding program gave Soldier a check-up and praised Isaac for how well he had been raised. That made Isaac feel like maybe he was ready for this journey. He didn’t realize that his mom’s doubts had started to creep into his own mind, but now they were beginning to fade.

The rest of the tour was a bit of a snoozefest, but he did get some free food, which Isaac strongly believes you shouldn’t pass on. As they were heading back to the car to head to the Pokemon Center Isaac would be staying at, they passed by a large dome building that shined amber in the setting sun. Through the big windows, Isaac could see a bunch of training rooms with different students working out with their Pokemon or having battles with a captive audience. He called out to the suit, “Hey, what about this place? Why didn’t we stop here?”

“Oh, right, this is the Mantra Athletics Facility. The premiere training facility for all trainers in the region. BU is a university that focuses on the medical field, as you saw today, but it also has a heavy focus on athletics. The MAF was built in conjunction with the university and the Mantra City Gym to nurture trainers and their Pokemon. This happens to be where we will take you tomorrow. They have a program for high schoolers that show promise and allow them to train here. Our company has connections to get our scouted trainers in for a limited time.”

Isaac looked down through the window at a trainer and his Machoke having a bench press contest, imagining himself and Soldier doing that with dumbbells. That thought brought a smile to his face. As he was walking away, something caught his attention in one of the smaller rooms he could see into. There was a guy, not much older than him, dressed in a gi like he was some sort of karate master, the folds of the white robes hiding the muscles that peaked through the blank spaces. Next to him was what Isaac recognized as a Mienfoo, with a Chespin napping against a backpack off to the side. The guy and his Mienfoo were punching the air in front of them in unison. Isaac couldn’t help staring. The guy had such focus, and even from this distance appeared to be releasing an aura of power. Something about that drew him in and wouldn’t let go. He snapped out of it when Soldier shook his leg. The suit was down the sidewalk waiting for him to walk over. Isaac patted Soldier’s head lightly.

“Oh, sorry buddy. I bet you’re feeling tired. Let’s get to the Center and rest up. Guess we have a busy training day tomorrow.” He picked up Charcadet and sat him on his hip. He took one last glance at the guy through the window. He was taking a break from his practice to drink, and the two happened to lock eyes. Isaac froze, as did the guy, and before it could get more awkward, Isaac power-walked away with Soldier in his arms. He cursed himself for being such a weirdo and tried to shove down the anxiety around what the guy thought of him. I mean, what kinda creep watches people training? he thought to himself.

Isaac arrived at the Center, got settled into a room, had a shower and a hot meal, and was out like a light before he knew it. Soldier was restless in his sleep, kicking Isaac all through the night, but Issac didn’t even notice. Okay, he noticed. But he was preoccupied as he slept. All night, he dreamt of the sights of BU. But one thing stood out the most. The boy with strong focus. His eyes were vacant and emotionless but it felt like there was a hidden fire burning deep down.

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Isaac walked through the doors of the Mantra Athletics Facility early the next morning, flanked by Soldier and the suit that had become Isaac’s best friend since yesterday. Not that he had many friends to begin with. Anyway, the building was cool, he guessed. It had walls of workout equipment, trainers walking around with their Pokemon, lockers…it was basically a fancy gym, and Isaac really didn’t care about that part. He was hyped to meet new Pokemon, maybe a few people, and finally get to battle someone. Well, he hoped he got to battle. The most he and Soldier had ever battled together was a dead tree used for target practice. And the trauma from that Arbok was something he was doing his best to block out.

“Now, Mr. Isaac, we have arranged for you to join the junior class’ training for the day. It shouldn’t be difficult. A bit of basic working out alongside a chosen Pokemon, in this case your Charcadet, and then usually a joint exercise with another student. This is a perfect opportunity for a new trainer like you to develop a good relationship with both your Pokemon and other trainers. So, let me just…” The suit ushered over a guy in a tracksuit with the facility’s logo on it. “Excuse me. I’m with Atmos Tech. We contacted you about a new trainer we scouted coming in for a special training day? This is him, Isaac Mavis. If you could show him to the junior class he will be participating in, that would be appreciated. Mr. Isaac, I will come collect you this afternoon, but contact me if something happens before then. Best of luck to you.” The suit handed Isaac a business card and walked out the facility. Isaac looked at the name on it, realizing he never bothered to learn the suit’s name. Jacob Downey. Isaac mentally thanked Jacob before following the staff member.

They arrived at a large, wooden sliding door. The staff member pulled it back to reveal a more traditional dojo style room, with tatami for flooring and various mats laid out across it. A large incense stick burned in a tall vase decorated in geometric Pokemon figures, filling the air with an energizing yet somehow soothing scent. There were various trainers stretching and talking amongst themselves and their Pokemon in the morning light that shined through the large window. Isaac realized that this was a larger version of the room he saw the guy training in yesterday, the guy with the intense but blank eyes he couldn’t stop thinking about. The guy that he blamed for the fatigue that racked his body due to lack of sleep. Though, that was really to blame on Soldier and his dream fighting. That ruffian might need to start sleeping in his pokeball, Isaac thought.

Not counting the instructor that the staff member was talking to, Isaac counted six people each with a Pokemon of various kinds. One girl had an Aipom, another guy had a Mime Jr. The instructor seemed to be partnered with a Wobbuffet. Such a wonderful assortment of Pokemon, many of which Isaac hadn’t met in person yet. Soldier was already starstruck by a Pignite that a guy dressed like a wannabe sumo wrestler had next to him, joining in on the arm thrusting the trainer and Pokemon were doing.

The instructor, a fit woman in her maybe mid-thirties dressed in a gi, walked over to talk to Isaac. “Hello, Isaac. It is a pleasure to have you join us today. Welcome to my class. You can call me Sensei Angel. Don’t worry about pushing yourself too hard today, try to focus on doing your best and getting your blood pumping. And most of all, have fun! Go ahead and take your place with your little friend on any open mat you like. We’re going to start in a moment.”

He took his place next to the girl with the Aipom and waited for the class to begin. He tried to give a polite wave to the girl, but she was engrossed in her conversation with another girl with a Lotad about the best place to buy organic Pokemon food. Isaac sort of played with his fingers while Soldier kept playing with the Pignite from before. He couldn’t help but feel Butterfree fluttering in his stomach. Nerves on my first day around other kids. What a loser. Soldier can make friends so easily, yet I can’t even look the other students in the eyes, he thought to himself. Isaac was starting to understand the meaning of homesick. He missed his mom and the ranchers and all the Pokemon. Even that one Tauros that always tried to trample him when he brought the herd hay.

A few minutes passed before Sensei Angel clapped her hands together and everyone took their places. “Good morning, class!” Everyone around Isaac startled him with their shouts of “Good morning, Sensei Angel” in unison. He could’ve sworn one guy stifled a laugh at how Isaac jumped, which didn’t help with his anxiety. Sensei Angel continued, “Today, as I am sure you all noticed, we have a special guest student. This is Isaac, a new trainer scouted by Atmos Tech, so please do your best to be kind and helpful to him.” Sensei Angel looked at the empty set of mats next to Isaac and dropped her perky expression. “I see we are missing one of our training partners. That is disappointing, but Isaac, you can partner with me for any exercises that require it, okay? Now-”

The sliding door opened slowly. A Chespin waddled in and took its place on one of the empty mats next to Isaac. It wore a very serious and furrowed expression, even bowing to Sensei Angel once in place, which she curtly copied. Following Chespin was a boy, his short cropped hair sticking up everywhere from bedhead. His gi was messily thrown on and bunched together on one hip. He slid the door closed and dropped his gym bag on the wall with the others before turning around. When he did, he realized that the whole room was staring at him and some people were giggling to each other. Sensei Angel and him locked eyes and had a psychic conversation through thoughts and expressions that ended in her gesturing to the last mat available. He speedily took his place and gave a deep bow like his Chespin, almost tipping over from the momentum. More giggles erupted from the peanut gallery.

“Good of you to join us, Winston. You were about to miss the starting stretch.” Winston straightened himself out and looked at the ground with embarrassment. “Now, let us begin.”

Sensei Angel began with a stretching routine to loosen everybody up, then started walking the class through a simple set of mock martial arts moves. They each made their best attempts to reproduce the moves, person and Pokemon alike, all to different degrees of success. By now, since Isaac wasn’t feeling the sinking pit in his stomach as intensely, he was enjoying punching and kicking the air. Soldier wasn’t really paying attention, though, and kept doing the sumo moves he learned from Pignite.

Isaac laughed to himself before getting self-conscious and looking around to see if one of the girls that had laughed at him before was looking at him. Luckily, they were too busy trying to do the perfect spinning kick. Thank Arceus. But something did catch Isaac’s eye. Winston, the awkward kid maybe a little older than him, was recreating the moves perfectly in rapid succession, sometimes not even waiting to see what the move was but matching Sensei Angel’s moves with perfect synchrony. Something was different about him from when he came in. His energy was more intense, more uniform. He was nothing like the late and messy kid that had failed to sneak in unnoticed. Him and Chespin were both practicing with a fierceness that could catch fire. Winston’s green eyes had a glow to their dullness that intrigued Isaac.

Wait…

It was him! Winston was the guy from yesterday, the one with the Chespin and Mienfoo. He was unrecognizable when he wasn’t throwing a punch or kicking the air. He lacked any semblance of power, confidence, or ability when he was standing next to Isaac. How could someone who came off as a background character give off this kind of aura? Winston caught Isaac’s gaze and came out of his focus. “Do you need something, or do you plan to keep staring at me every time you see me? It is starting to creep me out.”

Isaac turned away at the speed of light. “Sorry, sorry! I, uh, just realized that, um, you were the guy from yesterday. You’re, like, really good at this. Haha…” Winston looked at the ground and walked over to his bag to grab his water bottle. He chugged a good bit before walking back over. “I would hope I would be good at this. I’ve been in this class for four years. Sensei doesn’t change up the routine often, and I do more difficult stuff in competition. Well, I used to…Um, but anyway, I came in late, so I didn’t get your name. I’m Winston. Winston Noble.” His hand extended to Isaac, which was taken a little too eagerly. Isaac thought how sweaty both of their palms were, from the workout, and maybe Isaac’s nerves.

“Isaac. Uh, Isaac Mavis. Isaac Mavis. Yep, that’s me. Oh and, uh, this is Soldier.” Soldier gave a little salute of greetings before walking up to Chespin to exchange a handshake like their trainers had. Chespin met the greeting with a bit too powerful of a shake. “That’s Chespin. I’m sorry for his, uh, forcefulness. Trust me, he is much less energized at the end of a training day. Or lunch. Or really anytime before or after about an hour of doing anything.” The two boys chuckled together at the thought of the serious-acting Chespin actually being quite lazy. Isaac felt his anxiety leave him. Maybe he had finally made a friend. What a relief that was.

Sensei Angel clapped to regain everyone’s attention. “Okay, everyone. I see that we have all finished up with our individual practices, so how about we take our break now and continue with the partnered exercises after lunch? Today is battle practice, so partner up and be ready to have a one on one battle in about an hour. See you all then. Oh, and Isaac please stay behind for a second, will you?” The class divided until there were three pairs of two. Isaac and Winston looked at each other, the two last standing, and shrugged. “Guess that means we’re partnered,” Isaac sighed. Winston sighed back, “How unlucky. We’re too popular for our own good.” They chuckled at the thought.

Winston walked to the door and grabbed his bag, Chespin hopping after him. “Be ready to lose in an hour, newbie. Chespin doesn’t like to lose, and neither do I.” Isaac made a gesture that would normally get him scolded by his mom, all in good fun, before going over to Sensei Angel. “What did you need to talk to me about? Am I doing okay? I’m not that used to this sorta thing, so sorry if I’m messing things up.”

“No, no, no. You are doing fine. Actually better than I expected considering a lot of the scouted trainers like you aren’t usually in shape when they get here. No, what I wanted to talk to you about is Winston.”

Isaac scrunched up his face in confusion. “Winston? What about him?”

“Nothing bad, I just…How do I say this politely? I appreciate you and him hitting it off. He doesn’t have that many friends in class and his behavior has been worrying.”

Isaac didn’t understand what she was getting at. Winston might’ve been late to class, and awkward at first, but the two of them became instant friends the second they had a conversation, and he was full of personality and life from what Isaac could tell. And was it even appropriate to be talking about Winston like this to their teacher? The puzzled look on his face must’ve tipped off Sensei Angel. “Don’t get me wrong, Winston is my best student. And he is a great kid. He’s been… plateauing the last month or so. And then his only friend in the program left to travel, so he has been a bit lonely I think. I’ve noticed he spends most of the day in the student training rooms and shows up late sometimes looking like he just woke up. As his instructor for the last few years, that is very unusual for him. He used to be the first one here, even before me most days. I say all this to mean, please continue to talk to him while you are here. I am sure you can learn a lot from him, and he could benefit from having someone that treats him with kindness around him as a peer.”

He was a bit confused why Sensei was telling him all this, but Isaac wasn’t against the idea. He was desperate for someone to talk to. He left the only place he had ever called home yesterday and had no one but business people around him to talk to. He was starting to consider some random handler in a suit his best friend because he had known him for a day. Isaac planned on being Winston’s friend anyway. Winston was someone he wanted to get to know, so what was the harm? “Okay, Sensei Angel...I’m gonna go grab lunch now. See you in an hour.” He scooped up Soldier and was down the hall before she could respond. If Isaac was good at one thing, it was bolting from uncomfortable situations.

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The class reconvened after lunch with an explosive gauntlet of battles between students as Sensei Angel refereed the matches. The third match ended in Pignite guy’s victory over Lotad girl, which meant that it was time for Isaac and Winston’s match. Winston had come back from lunch all sweaty and exhausted. Isaac could guess that he hadn’t actually stopped working out to eat and was in another room practicing. He wondered if Winston would have enough energy to concentrate on the battle at this rate, but there was no point in worrying over that now.

Each of them took their place at opposite ends of the dojo with their partners ready to go. Sensei Angel held up her hand and shouted, “Begin!” The Butterfree were back in Isaac’s stomach.

Winston took a fighting stance that his Chespin mimicked. “Isaac, I’ll give you the first move as a courtesy. Show me what you’ve got. Chespin and I will meet it head-on.”

Isaac didn’t need another invitation. “You’re gonna regret that, Winston. Soldier, use Leer!” Soldier charged up to Chespin, making himself appear bigger and stared down with fiery and dark eyes. Chespin returned the look mockingly. There was no effect.

“Haha, told you so. Chespin, Tackle.” Chespin tucked itself inward before launching itself directly into Soldier. The Charcadet let out a cry of pain as it was flung backwards and landed with a thud on the tatami floor. “Soldier, are you okay?” The fire type managed to get back on its feet and let out a few embers from its head flame. “Alright, guess we will try this. Ember!” Soldier held out its nubby hands and released a small ball of glowing orange and red flecks of fire that raced towards Chespin. “Better choice, but not going to work, Isaac. Chespin, use Pin Missile.” Chespin clenched its body, making sure the spikes on its head faced the direction of the embers coming for it. They glowed a pale green before releasing streaking arrowlike lights that collided with the Ember in the air, causing a small explosion and black smoke to obstruct Isaac’s view.

“Not good. Soldier, stay alert,” he warned, but it was too late. From the black cloud came two green tendrils of plant matter that Isaac recognized as a Vine Whip. They wrapped themselves around Soldier as the smoke cleared. Winston and Chespin had a smug look of victory. He was like a completely different person when he had something to focus on, be it training or battling. Sensei Angel was worrying about the wrong behavior if this was the kind of guy he was under the surface. His emerald eyes still burned behind their dulled exterior, and Isaac wasn’t blind to that fact.

“Chespin, toss him.” Chespin used the vines to send Soldier into the air of the dojo, releasing him a few feet off the ground. He was going to smash into the ceiling at this rate. Isaac had to think fast if he wanted any chance of winning this battle, or at the very least have a better showing than this. He had studied what it meant to be a trainer for so long, but now that he was taking those steps, was he doomed to fail already? No, there had to be something he could do. He had only seconds before Soldier would hit the ceiling. That’s it!

“Soldier, quick, land upside down on the ceiling, then launch an Ember attack straight down!” Soldier took the order and ran with it. He managed to twist his little body to land feet first on the ceiling, using the momentum to compress like a spring. An Ember attack rained down on the battlefield, helping to keep Soldier on the ceiling for a few seconds more. Winston’s confidence was turning into cockiness. “Chespin, Pin Missile again.”

The same arrows of light streaked from Chespin’s head into the embers, but the spread was too much to overcome. Chespin took the remains of the attack directly, knocking it back a bit but not down. But it was all according to plan. The smoke was back, and Soldier was poised to take full advantage of it this time. Isaac shouted out, “Soldier, Astonish, go!”

Launching from the ceiling like a released spring came Soldier, clearing a hole through the smoke until he was right in front Chespin. He let out an eerie shriek and landed with a powerful thud onto the Spiny Nut Pokemon, trapping the grass type beneath him. Winston looked as shocked as his Pokemon. “Chespin, protect yourself with Defense Curl.” It was no use. Chespin was too shocked to act, flinching from the Astonish attack. Isaac was going to use this moment to even the playing field. He was hitting his stride. “Soldier, don’t let up. Give Chespin a good walloping.” The Fire Child Pokemon began using the punches he picked up from the training class earlier today, knocking around Chespin.

Isaac was so excited at the thought of actually winning this battle that he almost failed to recognize the change in Winston. Isaac looked across at his new friend while imagining his victory to find that the confidence and intensity Winston had at the beginning of the battle had faded to reveal the same guy that walked into class late. He seemed so defeated. Isaac could feel the life in the air around Winston diminish as he distanced himself from the moment. Isaac thought back to what Sensei Angel said, about Winston plateauing recently, about him becoming more lonely without his friend around, about how much time and energy he put towards training. He couldn’t deny the ability of Winston, he was getting his butt handed to him at first. But if he was giving up after this one bump in the road then Isaac failed to see how Winston could ever be successful. Isaac shook his head free of the downer thoughts. This guy was someone he decided to make his friend. Even if they didn’t really know each other that well yet, he was taught to support the people he cares about.

“Winston, get your head out of the clouds. Or do you plan on losing to a newbie like me? Chespin needs you, so show me what you can do.” Isaac shot his new friend a flashy smile and a thumbs-up. Winston locked eyes with him, the third time in the past day. It was starting to become their thing. At that moment, they understood each other as people and trainers. This was a fun time between friends, it didn’t have to be about the expectations to do well or the fear of failing. They could do their best to win and accept whatever results came. Winston took a deep breath and gave his next order, calmed down and back in it with intense focus. “Chespin, Vine Whip!”

Chespin flung Soldier off of it with a whirlwind of flicking vines. They weren’t very effective against the fire type, but they packed a decent punch. “Follow it up with a Tackle.” Chespin shot like a green rocket into the stomach of Soldier, sending the Pokemon flying back with a good bit of force. Isaac called out to his Pokemon, who scrambled to his feet shakily. Winston and Isaac looked at each other while their Pokemon heaved from exhaustion. The next move to land could decide it all. It was like a standoff at sundown. Time slowed to a crawl as they both waited for the moment to strike.

“Ember!” “Pin Missile!” The two moves collided in the air. More smoke filled the room as the same explosion occurred again. From each side of the smoke cloud emerged the remnants of the two attacks, a few arrows of light hitting Soldier while a few swarms of embers smacked into Chespin. The two Pokemon were knocked over from the remaining power of the attacks. When the smoke cleared, both of them were sprawled across the floor of the dojo with swirls for eyes, unable to continue the battle.

“Chespin and Charcadet are unable to battle. This match is a draw!” Sensei Angel’s announcement was drowned out by the cheers of the other students and Pokemon that watched the epic battle. The two trainers stood gasping for clarity of mind and air. The other students rushed around them both, offering congratulations despite there being no true victorand talking up how awesome they were in the battle. The two had to pry themselves free to retrieve their Pokemon from the ground that were coming to their senses after being knocked out. They returned them to their balls for the time being and looked at each other. A moment passed before they both broke down in laughter and shook hands, telling each other how fun the battle was.

“Isaac, thanks for getting me out of my head back there. I don’t know what happened, but I almost let it ruin our first battle. And you better believe that next time I plan on winning. So, will you battle me again sometime?” Winston offered his knuckle for a fist bump. Isaac didn’t hesitate to return the gesture. “You’re on, Winston. But you’re wrong. I’m going to win next time.”

The class ended with some words of advice from Sensei Angel based on what she observed during the battles before she dismissed everyone for the day. She also made sure to thank Isaac for his participation and told him he was welcome to join the class anytime he liked while in town. She also gave a sly wink at him, which he took as her supporting his efforts with Winston. He and Winston walked together to the entrance of the MAF, where Suit Jacob was waiting.

“Ah, Mr. Isaac. I hope your training day was enlightening. I can take you to the center if you are ready.” Isaac looked at Winston, not wanting to leave his friend yet. Isaac was enjoying hanging out with him, and feared he would go back to overtraining if he wasn’t around.

“Actually, that would be great. Mind if my friend here rides with us? He needs to get his Pokemon healed up at the center, so I figure why not go together. Is that okay, Jacob?” Suit Jacob gave a quiet smile and nod. “Of course, Mr. Isaac. It is no trouble. Shall we get going?”

The boys exchanged a grin, bumped knuckles, and followed after Suit Jacob to the car. What neither of them noticed was the small figure that peered around the corner behind them, quietly plopping after them as they left class. As they exited the building, the figure turned around and disappeared.

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"I'm going on an adventure!"

So, I'm playing Baldur's Gate 3, as I said before. I've decided to keep a screenshot aided journal of my adventure since everyone's game and main character are different. This will be part Tav's (my character) internal narrative, part my own reaction, and part review. I'm about 14hrs into the game. The rest will be put under "read more" for spoilers and length.

So, Tav, half drow rogue, who's first plan is always to bullshit himself into or out of a situation, get's kidnapped by a Mindflayer ship. We know this. It's happened to all of us.

The first character I encountered was Lae'zel. On first impression. I like her. She's a firebrand. And she allied with me instead of killing me, even if she doesn't seem to like me much. She said these tadpoles the Mindflayers put in our brains will turn us into Mindflayers.

Luckily we realized the "tadpoles" they put in our heads made us psychically linked.

When we got further into the ship we found a woman still trapped. Shadowheart. Now, personally, I'm not a fan of this name for a humanoid. Shadowheart is a horse name. But she's very pretty so I'll let it slide.

Lae'zel was clearly more concerned with self-preservation than do-gooding. Normally, self-preservation is Tav's #1 priority as well, but when it comes down to clear right and wrong... Well, he just couldn't live with himself if he left someone to die, now could he?

Boy, did I have a hard time finding out how to release her her though! I had a friend jump on Discord and guide me. It's hard to get used to how movement and camera angles work in this game.

Now I forgot to take screenshots for a while after this.

We fought our way through the ship, it crashed, yadda yadda. I seemed to make a connection to the injured Mindflayer as the ship went down though. He gave me this... look.

I landed near Shadowheart on the beach. And here's where I fuck shit up momentarily. At our first waypoint, there's a locked door to a crypt. And what do I do as Tav, the show-off? I pick the lock. And I take us somewhere we're really not supposed to be yet. Instantly, there are traps everywhere. Perception rolls caught most of them but, damn. I disarm the traps.

Further into the crypt we find a door with no handle and no lock that has a voice coming from behind it. I have no clue how to open it nor can I find a puzzle, a spell, or a key. I give up and take us further into the temple. It isn't until we're past the monk's corpses and I've pushed a button I really shouldn't have pushed and a horde (and I mean a HORDE) of undead were lunging at us and the screen said OUTMATCHED that I realized how bad I'd screwed up.

I reloaded from a previous save but got lost again and encountered some thieves fighting over loot in a chapel. Naturally, they engaged. By the time I'd lost the battle 4 times, I'd done the math and realized this fight couldn't be won by two people.

Anyway, I consulted a guide and found out I was doing the Wilderness backwards.

I doubled back and met up with Astarion on the cliffside. Now, I really wish I got screenshots here but I forgot.

He'd cornered one of the Brains and he wanted me to kill it for him.

I said, "You look capable enough, do it yourself"

The second I turn he attacks me. Holds a knife to my throat. Oh, but you couldn't do that to the brain?

I deftly roll away from him. I explain to him what's happened to all of us and now he's kinda flirty. Well, knife to the throat is gay first base.

I wouldn't find out what second base was for him until later.

In the crashed ship we came across a dying Mindflayer. I actually felt sorry for it for a moment. Maybe it was the look it gave me as the ship crashed. I could sense its thoughts through the worm in my head. But it was manipulating me. I'm sure. So, I put it out of it's misery.

We found Gale in a portal on a cliffside. I can already tell this guy will be good for morale. Despite Astarion's reaction to him.

We followed the path until we found Lae'zel being held captive by some Teiflings. Probably never seen her kind before.

I bluffed that they should leave her to me and they ran off. I did tease her a bit before I let her out though *pats my gremlin* (she likes it)

Further on we got into a battle with some goblins at the gates of Emerald Grove. Where we were introduced to a new ally.

That's Wyll. Blade of the Frontiers. I won't get to talk to him until later though.

Inside there was a battle of another kind. Teifling refugees versus the resident Druids.

And they're not too fond of Drow either.

We made camp for the first time and, frankly we should all be exhausted. But still we stay up to talk (which is my favorite part)

I really like how they all look dressed down as well as the romantic lighting and the camp designs.

Astarion asked how I'd like him to kill me should the whole tadpole situation go south and, frankly, I'm onboard with that idea. Rather die than be that. I chose the knife. It's quick if you use it in the right spot. That... interested Astarion? Maybe he was turned on.

Shadowheart overheard the conversation and completely agreed.

She also said that the Mindflayers told her she'd be a beautiful weapon. I told her it was a compliment. She saw right through that.

Tav flirts with everyone but doesn't expect anything to come of it. If someone actually responds earnestly, he goes dopey-faced.

Oh, but what's this? Astarion is sneaking out of camp at night? Why, whatever for? lol

The next day in Emerald Grove I ran across an urchin selling fake lucky rings. Tav grew up a pickpocket himself, so he gave the kid some advice on how to run a better scam and showed him a little slight of hand and while I was doing that HE ROBBED ME. Now I have to find the urchin ringleader, Mol to get my stuff back.

There was a bard in the grove trying to get our story of the goblin battle while adding some *ahem* flourish of his own.

I'm really impressed with the facial expressions in this game. They're very genuine.

Unfortunately, there is a power hungry madwoman in the inner sanctum. When I walked in she was about to execute a child for minor theft.

Luckily I convinced her to let the girl go but, Hells, calm down!

Now, something about this triggered something in Shadowheart. I asked her about it when we stepped away but she didn't want to tell me and I didn't want to pry so I let it be.

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Hey! Could you do dark step dad jj where the reader sneaks a boy in and jj gets pissed and punishes her? Please and thank you!

Daddy’s Girl

Warnings: step-cest, dub-con, cheating, unprotected sex, spitting

I hear my bedroom window open and I can't but smile as I pretend to be asleep in my thousand dollar lingerie. I know it's Noah. We've been fucking on and off for years, until my new step dad came around. Security cams and motion lights were installed, along with nailing my window shut. Finally, he made me move to the 2nd floor spare bedroom. Like Noah can't scale a tree or find a ladder. He's been a pain in my ass ever since he came into my life. Always a damn pussy block and ruining any type of good time I try to have.

I'm older now and I'm done playing games. I see the way he watches me, his gaze always darkening because he can't look away. My outfits became skimpier and my bikinis are more sting than bikini but he seemed to have the restraint of a monk. He wouldn't cave. Not even when he sat down at the dinner table and asked what there was to eat and I perched my happy ass right there in front of him with my legs spread wide in a tiny sundress with no panties. He'd looked for a long time. But never touched. If not for the rapid raise and fall of his chest, I'd have thought he had a heart attack and died right there. But no. He threw the plate across the room, yanked me off the table, and sent me to my room. Ive never had to work this hard for a man in my life. It pissed me off but also excited me. His needs weren't being met. Not with mommy dearest in a coma. So it was only a matter of time.

I listen as Noah strips and gets into bed with me, rolling me onto my back and hovering on top of me. I give a fake sleepy smile as he dives in to kiss me, his fingers running down the length of my body and finding the open crotch of my lingerie.

"I've missed you." Noah whispers, dipping two fingers into his mouth before sliding them back between my legs since I'm not wet. He spreads my slit, pressing on my clit until I buck against him, giving a fake loud moan.

"Fuck me." I whisper into his ear, his hard cock was already wedged against my hip. Noah moves into position, thrusting himself against my slit when the door to bedroom flies open and smacks the wall with enough force to knock down some pictures. Noah yelps, scrambling off me and taking the blankets but I fake innocence as I stare at the dark silhouette of my step father. The steam was practically rolling off him as he stands there with his arms crossed over his sculpted bare chest, blonde hair hanging in his eyes, in nothing but his sleep pants.

"Mr Maybank, I'm--." Noah is on his feet, just barely pulling on his boxers when step daddy darts forward and takes Noah's arm.

"I see you here again, I'll shoot you between the eyes." He snarls, hauling Noah from the room. I sit back and listen as they make their way down the stairs and I finally hear the front door slam shut. I sigh, getting comfortable in my mess of pillows when I feel him standing in the doorway.

My eyes meet his in the darkness as he slowly closes the door, trapping us both in here. Now I'm wet.

"What did I tell you about sneaking boys into my house?" He finally says, his deep, angry voice making my whole body clench. I look up to see him standing at the foot of my bed, the tent in his pants so painfully obvious.

"That I would be punished." I say softly. There's a pause as the air between us seems to thicken with pent up need and aggression. The last bit of restraint he had is about to snap and I'm on the receiving end of it. I start to spread my legs further when he lunges forward, grabbing my ankles and hauling me to the edge of the bed, making me yelp. I barely blink and he's on his knees before me, his large hand splayed across my stomach as he stares down at my bare pussy.

"Did he touch you here?" His voice is a low growl and I let out a shaky breath, my pussy seeming to grow more and more wet with each passing second. His mouth was inches away from where I so desperately needed him.

"A little." I rasp and he growls. Actually fucking growls before spitting on my pussy. I gasp but then his hand is there, three thick fingers smearing his saliva with my arousal from one hole to the next. I jump every time he nudges my clit or my pussy entrance. He was toying with me. Like I've been doing to him.

“You wanted my attention and now you fucking have it.” JJ snaps, dipping the tip of one finger inside me and quickly withdrawing. Enough to make me fucking crazy with need.

“You’re done flaunting yourself around like a whore for others to see. You can be my whore in my bed.” JJ suddenly flips me onto my stomach, my legs hanging off the bed.

“You asked for this. So know that I’ll never be able to stop.” I hear him say, then his mouth is on me. I moan loudly as his tongue works me from one hole to the next. I fist my sheets as he feasts on me like no one ever had before. My toes curl before I’m even ready and I cum with a cry, my body quaking as he keeps going. I try to clamp my legs closed for a tiny bit of relief but his massive hands are there, holding me open as he licks and sucks and bites my flesh.

I cum again, my knees giving out and I drop down onto my bed as I shake uncontrollably. I try to move away but he’s not done with me. He flips me back over, coming down on top of me in the middle of the bed. I look down to see his pants are gone and his cock is as big and intimidating as I’d hoped.

“After I fuck your pussy, I’m going to fuck your mouth.” His large body pins me in place as the thick head of his cock nudges my entrance. I suck in a breath as I try to prepare myself to take the biggest cock I’d ever had.

“Then, when both are full of my cum, I’m going to fuck your ass.” I whimper when the crown slips inside me and he grips my jaw, not letting me look away.

“I will own all your holes tonight and every night from here on out.” He thrusts inside me, making me scream with the tight fit. I don’t tear my eyes away from his as he reaches something so deep, it hurts. I already know I’ll be sore from this. Let alone with everything else he plans to do. He shudders against me, his eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before he slides half way out and slams back in. I’m so wet

“I own you. Not the other way around. Don’t bait me again. You’re daddy’s girl now.” JJ snarls, thrusting hard to prove his point. My hands fly up to his back, my nails digging in as he starts to fuck me hard. I can’t control the sounds leaving my mouth or how every thrusts sends me further up the bed just for him to drag back. His hand stays on my jaw, his lips hovering over mine as he fucks me.

“Open your mouth.” He orders. I instantly comply, too lost to pleasure to fight him on anything. He spits in my mouth and I moan, my eyes rolling back as it triggers another orgasm from me before I can even swallow.

It was so.. dirty. So dominating.

“Fuck.” He bites out, his control finally starting to slip as he fucks me faster. I don’t even think about it as my head jerks forward and I smash my lips to his. I always wanted to feel those lips on mine.

He hesitates kissing me back for only a second before his mouth opens and I dive in with my tongue. The deep sounding moans that leave him are music to my ears as I fuck his mouth with my tongue, my nails slicing into his back. I feel the moment he cums, his body tense on top of mine as his warmth spills out of me. I clutch his shaking shoulders as he comes down, licking my lips. I wanted more.

JJ’s gaze darkens again and he pulls out, hoisting himself up my body and onto my chest. I’m startled when he shoves his cock in my face but I knew this was coming.

“Two more holes to go. Open up.”

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lostinwildflowers · 2 years ago

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I'm going through hell week in school so how about a modern au Zeke x reader? Like, Zeke is either a year older or they're the same age, and he helps the reader with homework. Idk I just need fluff from monke boi. Tenchu 💜💜

Studying, or Something

Zeke Yeager x Reader

Your fingers drummed on your already pounding forehead, your mind running away from any thought of logic. You had been at your physics homework for hours.

You knew that cramming wasn't effective, but how else were you going to learn this all before your quiz tomorrow afternoon?

"Babe, I hope you're ready for our date tonight~" came your boyfriend's unusually happy trill. Zeke comes swinging into your dorm room, his hair styled in the waves just the way you liked, dressed in a deep red button-up and some khaki pants.

He slides into the door frame, leaning up against the wall as he takes a good look at you, and his happy, goofy mood immediately drops. There you were, hunched over your cluttered, small desk, fingers repeatedly carding through your hair.

A sigh falls from his lips when he sees you're nowhere close to being dressed, let alone done with your homework.

When you hear his voice, your eyes immediately snap to the calendar just above your desk, and your stomach drops when you see your handwriting scrawled out: "date<3".

Your (colored) eyes flash to him, panic written all over your features as your pencil falls from your hands and your calculator slips out of your lap onto the floor.

In an instant, you are completely overwhelmed and stressed, and you can't help the tears that well up in your eyes and start sliding down your cheeks.

Zeke lurches forward and drops to one knee, his hands coming up to cup your face and brush the tears away. His gaze softens as he looks at you, disheveled and obviously overcome.

"Shh, shhh, sweetheart," he chides as he tried to get your gaze on him, "It's alright, it's al-right." You finally look up at him, hardly being able to see him through the tears in your eyes.

"I- I'm so sorry I- I forgot about our d-ate," you hiccup as you sob, "I- I'm just so dumb and I don't know how-" "Stop it," he cuts you off, his voice stern.

"I could care less about the date now, sweetheart," he states, shifting onto both knees to kneel in front of you. One of his hands drops to yours, grabbing them gently and caressing them.

"Okay, yes, I was very excited about our date tonight, but my main concern is always you," he murmurs, wiping away a stray tear from your cheeks.

You sniffle and nod, not having the energy or bandwidth to argue with him. He sighs through his nose as he asks, "Now what's making my sweet girl so stressed?"

You look down at your lap and grumble, "Stupid physics." You see, math, particularly physics, was not your strong suit. But your engineering major boyfriend was a genius.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you just ask for my help? I could have been here hours ago," Zeke asks, his brows knitting in concern. You shrug and mumble, "Didn't want to bother you."

Zeke just looks at you in thought for a second before he replies, "We can talk about that problem later, alright? Let's just take a study break, get some water, and then I'll help you, m'kay?"

You give him a small nod, and he gives you a soft smile in return. He gets up with a small "huff", and pulls you to your feet. He immediately draws you into his chest, forcing you to look up at him.

You sniffle again and whisper, "Thank you." He bends down, brushing his nose against your own and he chuckles, "Don't thank me yet, honey. We still have to make it through your homework."

You groan and he just chuckles at you playfully but reaches down to give you a sweet kiss on your lips. When he pulls away he jibes, "You're gonna have to take me out to dinner after you ace that quiz tomorrow, it's only fair."

You roll your eyes and lean into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. He reciprocates, pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's a deal."

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maxverstappensflatbrim · 2 years ago

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [13]

chapter thirteen, act two: anobrain

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November 1st 2013

Tommie has always felt like out of all the places in America, New York would be scariest. It's big and that's where all the big American crime drama shows she watches are set, with things like the mafia or random serial killers.

But no, LA, is by far, the scariest place she has visited.

With people screaming as you pass by, strangers trying to sell you CDs and monks handing out bracelets. The dress up characters (something she used to be afraid of as a child), getting handsy as you walk through the touristy parts creeped her out, and if one more person tried to hand her a flower she was going to scream.

Not even Times Square was this bad.

Her anxiety was getting the better of her and the deeper they got into the walk of fame the more she clung onto Matty’s arm.

He’d sensed her anxiety a while back and had kept closer as the other three oblivious men (of course men, what anxieties do they need to have while walking down a street in the night) walked on ahead.

“Do you want to turn back?”

She shakes her head, “I’d rather not go back through all of them.”

He grins as they get closer to the loud music of this pub a friend had recommended, “Almost there anyway, we’ll get a taxi back from right outside when we’re done, yeah?”

She nods quickly, “Okay.”

His hand lifts to play with some strands of her hair, she’d had a shower before they left and hadn’t had time to dry it, so it was a curly wavy mess.

“I like your hair like this.”

“Really?”

He nods, pulling on it and watching the curl bounce back into place, “It’s messy but put together at the same time, like you. It suits you.”

Tommie stuck by him all night, they both shared a drink, they only did one shot, a couple ciders, and had two G&T’s.

About an hour after Tommie had finished sipping on her orange gin and tonic she and Matty had ordered an uber from right outside and gone back to the hotel, leaving the other three in the bar, all of them too far gone with John running around after them.

In the lift Tommie sighs, leaning back against the wall as she kicks off the heels that George’s date for the night had let her borrow.

She leans down to rub at her left foot while struggling to undo the strap of the right one at the same time.

Matty gives a lopsided smile and kneels down to help her, he taps his knee and she holds her weight on the railing so her aching foot doesn’t take all the weight.

It’s a little hard in her tipsy head but she manages to hold herself upright.

He carefully undoes the strap, slides off the heel, and then delicately places her foot back down, his hand following his movements up her bare leg slowly as he stands.

Her shoes now in his free hand until she stands upright and shoves it into the pocket of his skinny jeans.

“God,” She groans and grimaces, “Did you see that one couple?”

He nods, “The ones that were practically having sex on the table?”

She nods trying to rid the image of the girl lying flat on her back with the guy on top of her, “What ever happened to hello?” She wonders.

“Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk — real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.”

She rolls her eyes, “Stop quoting that book all the time, you twat.”

“Can’t help it,” He shrugs, “Read it so much it's engraved in my brain. Like you with fantastic mr fox. Guarantee you could quote that film word for word.”

“I can’t.”

He nudges her hip with his, “Don’t lie, you definitely can.”

She shrugs her shoulders, “Maybe a few scenes.”

She looks him up and down, “Are you not hot?”

“I’ve been told I am.” He says cheekily leaning to her.

She rolls her eyes, shoving him out the lift when it stops on their floor, “I meant warm, physically, it’s bloody boiling out here.”

“You just think that ‘cause you’re ginger.”

“No, I think that ‘cause I’ve sweat through three t-shirts today.”

She groans as she tries digging around in her pocket, “What?”

“I’m sharing with Ross, he has my key card.”

He pulls his from the back pocket, “I was supposed to be sharing with George until he ditched me for that bird he met a couple days ago, so I have a free bed.”

She smiles, following him inside, “Life saver, you.”

She faceplants the first bed she comes across but he tugs at the foot that hangs off the bed, “Uh uh, my bed’s always the one closest to the door.”

“Why? You gonna fight off any attackers with that pigeon chest?”

He laughs sarcastically, “I was thinking more if anything goes wrong I can run out the fastest.”

“My knight in shining armour, you are.”

He says nothing, just aggressively throws her a pair of shorts an old the cure t-shirt, she’s halfway through pulling it, looking at her tired face in the bathroom mirror that she realises it's her own shirt she lost about four months ago on the tour.

“Hey!”

She rips open the bathroom door and he looks up, “What?”

“I’ve been looking for this top.”

“It’s mine.”

She shakes her head, “No, Adam bought me this when you guys went to that concert a couple years ago. It was my christmas present, my mam spilt wine on it and it stained, look!”

She shoves the stain into his face and he leans back, pushing his glasses up on top of his head.

“Well, it looks better on me anyway.” He says, holding back the smirk.

She grins and pushes him so he falls back on the bed, “Ow, not funny, think I landed on the remote.”

He winces and she feels slightly bad, slightly.

“Pull me up so I can get dressed.”

“Get up yourself.”

“Think it’s only fair after the attempted assault I just endured.”

Rolling her eyes she holds her hands out and he grips them both, he starts pulling himself up but he uses all his body weight to fall back and pull her down with him.

She laughs, bending his arm awkwardly to hold him down, “Tap out.”

“No.”

He tries to twist around but only ends up with her overpowering him even more, “Tap out. I’ll break your arm, Roddy, not even joking.”

He flips her off and they play fight for a while giggles and tickles being passed around until eventually she pinning his arms above his head and panting heavily.

She grins down at him but there’s no humour on his face, his eyes are lidded, head slightly tilted back to stare up at her.

“I won.”

“Mhmm.”

He bites down on his lip and she watches as he has some internal battle behind his eyes as they flicker around her face.

She leans back a little, grip loosening, “Matt-”

He moves forward quickly, sitting up, one hand holding him up on the bed, the other circling around to her back to hold her there as his lips land on hers.

It’s a quick and harsh peck, his bottom lip between hers, their noses pressed into each other's cheeks creating indentations of each other.

He pulls back, doesn’t say a thing as he looks at her, assessing her.

He knows her.

He knows that the softness of her eyes means she at least didn’t hate it. Knows that the crinkle on her one eye means she’s thinking it over.

And he knows that that smile… he knows that that smile will be the death of him.

She moves forward, both her hands in his hair as she brings him closer, leaning backwards until she’s lying flat on her back and he’s on top of her.

His hands are everywhere all at once.

She’s addicting, her taste, her sound, everything about her, he can’t get enough.

One moment his hands are threading through her hair, the next they’re on her face, thumbs rubbing across her round cheeks, then they’re travelling down her arms, down her rib cage, her waist, he wants to touch parts of her no one's even thought of touching before.

He wants to know everything.

He opens his eyes, moving back so he can look, like really look, not like his usual fleeting glances where he’s afraid he’ll get caught.

She lifts herself up on her elbows, trying to chase his lips but he stops her, “Wait, I want to see you.”

She giggles, “I’m right here, Matty.”

“No, I want to see you.” He moves to kiss her cheek, “Explore you,” A kiss on her jaw, “See the way you work, the way you move, hear the way you sound when you cry my name.”

She slaps his chest, but then curls her hand around his white t-shirt to bring his lips back to hers, he mumbles into her lips, “You’re so addicting.”

“That’s just the oxytocin, darling.”

He groans into her ear, biting down on her bottom lip and pulling back, “Call me that again.”

“What? Darling?”

He nods, leaning back to pull his t-shirt off and toss it across the room, “Come here, darling.”

He smiles into the kiss as he pushes her back, their teeth clashing together as he pushes her top upwards.

She doesn’t have a bra on, and he feels himself grow harder when his hands meet her breast.

She arches her back, pushing her hips into his own, “Matty, I’ve-”

He moves his kisses to her neck, “I know. We can stop.”

She shakes her head quickly, hands gripping his shoulders, encouraging his arms to go higher, “No, no,” She shakes her head, the words leaving her lungs in one breath, “Please.”

He moves his kisses to her collar bone, tugging down on the neck of the t-shirt but still telling her, “One word, one word and we’ll stop, Tommie.”

“Just go slow,” She says, chest pushing into his, her hands squeezing his upper arms, “Be gentle.”

“Always with you.”

When Tommie thought of losing her virginity she didn’t think it would be in a hotel room in LA with her cousin’s best mate.

She thought it would be a drunken one night stand with a complete stranger to get it over and done with.

She’s glad it’s Matty.

She trusts Matty.

He finally peels the t-shirt off in a painstakingly slow manner, letting out a low guttural groan at the sigh of her bare chest in front of him, “God.”

His hands move to her shorts, tugging them down and throwing them to the pile, “One word, Tommie.” He says again, moving further down the bed to pull her underwear off too.

She doesn’t say anything, lets herself get lost in the feel of his hands and the fabric pooling at her ankles.

She doesn’t say a single thing until his hands are on her again, “Please.”

He nods, “Gonna go slow, baby,” He kisses her between her thighs, “Nice and slow.”

It was slow, and gentle, but fast and rough at the right times.

It was a mix of his moans and her loud screams of his name as they both allowed themselves to come undone around one another.

It was a mix of hands and mouths roaming each other’s bodies, exploring across freckles like stars on a constellation map.

At one point, when Matty had flipped her over, a pillow beneath her stomach, his hands pushing her shoulder blades down he’d leaned forward and quietly whispered (while still inside her). ‘You have a group of freckles shaped like a moon.’

He’d slowly traced his finger around the crescent shape on her shoulder and then leaned forward to place a kiss there.

“I know.”

Then his lips had moved to the tattoo on the other shoulder, her own words from her poem and coincidentally their song lay there.

He kissed the tattoo, lips slightly open and pushing into her skin before he dragged his bottom lip up towards the nape of her neck.

Only glancing back at the words once more before he pushed himself deeper into her.

‘I love you, don’t you mind?’

But now they lie silently beneath the covers of the bed closest to the door, he pushes the hair from her face, kissing her temple as she allows herself to nuzzle deeper into him.

“Matty?”

She yawns and he carries on playing with her hair, “Yeah, baby?”

“You know what I was saying like oxytocin and serotonin and stuff?”

He hums, “It’s not the chemicals.” She mutters quietly, “Just you.”

He smiles to himself, listening to her breath even out as she finally falls asleep, he pulls back to look down at her, head tilted as he gives her forehead one last kiss. “Good night, beautiful girl.”

Then, shifting further down the bed so he can comfortably rest his head on her chest just above her heart, he allows the sound of her to consume him until he falls asleep.

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freddie-mercury-rising · 3 years ago

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Seinfeld/Queen mash-up (this is the first scene of my Seinfeld mash-up. What do you think? Should I continue?)

[location: Monk's. Jerry and George are sitting in their usual both.]

JERRY: Well, today’s the day, Georgie-boy. Today, I pick up Queen from the airport.

GEORGE: Queen Elizabeth!?

JERRY: No, no. Queen. The band. You know, Freddie Mercury. I told you this!

GEORGE: Oh, yeah, right. Wow, Queen. How’d you get to do that again?

JERRY: My father used to sell raincoats with a guy who ended up being the father of the manager of the band.

GEORGE: Small world.

JERRY: Speaking of small, my apartment is—kind of small.

GEORGE: Yeah?

JERRY: How would you feel about hosting a real life rock star?

GEORGE: (sighing) Oh, Jerry, don’t ask me this. That’s a lot of pressure! Besides, they’re a world famous rock band. Can’t they stay at some expensive hotel?

JERRY: They want the authentic New York experience. In fact, Kramer agreed to host one of them.

GEORGE: (sarcastically) Well, then they’ll definitely get the New York experience.

JERRY: Come on, George. It’ll be fun.

GEORGE: Fun? How will this be fun, Jerry? I’ll be worried if my apartment is good enough. I’ll have to entertain them the whole time. Not fun. Elaine enters and approaches the booth.

ELAINE: (claps her hands excitedly) So, where are they?

JERRY: They arrive this evening.

ELAINE: (squeals) Oh, this is exciting! I’m excited! I’ve already set up my bedroom. I’ll sleep on the couch. Oh, Jerry, this is great. (slides into the booth)

JERRY: Tell that to George, here. He’s not so enthusiastic.

ELAINE: (picks up a menu) What do you care? It’s not like you have anything better to do.

GEORGE: As a matter of fact, I’m supposed to go on a date this evening.

JERRY: The college student?

GEORGE: (nods) Yes, Jerry. I’ve finally got a date with a college woman.

ELAINE: (rolls her eyes)

JERRY: Hey, George, wouldn’t a college girl be impressed that you’re going to have a member of Queen in your house?

GEORGE: (perks up) Oh my God! You’re right.

ELAINE: (scoffs) Oh, brother.

GEORGE: No, no, this is perfect. I’ll casually mention that I’ve got a world famous rock star in my house, and bada-boom, I’m not so much of a loser anymore.

ELAINE: Oh, you’re still a loser. Anyway, Queen isn’t necessarily cool, is it? I mean, it’s not like Guns N’ Roses or anything.

GEORGE: Guns N’ Roses? Elaine, you have to be kidding. Where do you get off comparing Freddie Mercury to Axel Rose?

ELAINE: I’m not comparing! I’m just saying, a college student is probably into something other than Queen…

GEORGE: (not paying attention, claps his hands) I gotta get down to the record store and stock up on Queen albums!

JERRY: I take it you’re going to host one of the guys after all.

GEORGE: Absolutely, Jerry. Anything for a friend.

JERRY: (shakes his head) Oh, by the way, Elaine. I figured you’d host Roger Taylor, the drummer.

ELAINE: (Looks up) Oh, no, I don’t think so. He’s too good-looking. I’d be uncomfortable.

JERRY: Uncomfortable because he’s too good looking?

ELAINE: Yeah, what if he tries to make a move?

JERRY: I’d figure you’d enjoy that.

ELAINE: No, Jerry. I am a lot of things, but I’m not a groupie.

JERRY: (sighs) Okay, then George, you take Roger.

GEORGE: Perfect! He’s a drummer. They’re always the coolest. This is really coming together. (rubs his hands together)

JERRY: Kramer requested John Deacon.

GEORGE: Who’s he?

JERRY: The bassist. Kramer wants some pointers on the bass guitar.

ELAINE: Kramer plays bass?

JERRY: No. (takes a sip of coffee)

GEORGE: So I assume Freddie is staying with you?

JERRY: Naturally.

GEORGE: Aren’t you afraid he’ll…

JERRY: What?

GEORGE: You know…(makes face)

ELAINE: Yeah, George, what?

GEORGE: Oh, you know. Make a move? (Adds quickly) Not that there’s anything wrong with that!

JERRY: Oh, no. I didn’t even think of that.

ELAINE: God, George. That was a dumb thing to say. He’s a rock star. He’s not gonna want Jerry.

GEORGE: Good point.

JERRY: Hey! He might want me.

GEORGE: You wish.

[scene]

#seinfeld #queen #queen band #mash up #crossover #Freddie Mercury #Roger Taylor #John Deacon #Brian May #Jerry Seinfeld #Elaine Benes #Cosmo Kramer #George Costanza

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waywardstraysau · 2 years ago

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Monks meet Misfits

By: Mod Nightmare!

Or, Hunter is a fucking feral menace and Edric tries to explain the difference between what is good and what is right to Omi, with no success

…………

“How on earth do you manage to carve that so smoothly while riding Vex?” Edric asked as the two boys were soaring through the air, a successful grocery run having lifted their spirits. Edric was clinging to his glassy, turquoise-tinted staff with trepidation, Cedric staying perfectly still on the end. Hunter, meanwhile, idly sat sideways on his own mahogany one, his palisman, Vex, flapping her wings at the front to keep them steady. The short violette shrugged, seemingly more preoccupied with detailing his latest palisman project, a Crimson Valstrax, rather than paying attention to steering.

“Vex knows how to fly on her own, and how to get back to base, so why wouldn’t I take the opportunity to work on my project?” he hummed absently, switching to his thumb claw to dig something out in the head area, “If you trusted Cedric a little more you’d know you can’t physically fall off your palisman, only knocked off by external forces.”

“Uhhh, like a giant sky lizard coming right for us!?” Edric screeched, frantically diving out of the sky just as Hunter looked back up, only to be met by a large reptilian face, stopped mere inches from his nose.

"Huh, I didn’t know dragons were a hazard in these skies," Hunter mused to himself, blinking as his new companion in the sky did the same, mirroring his confusion, “Hi?”

“Hello.”

The two resumed their awkward staring contest a few moments more, what could be said in such a bizarre situation? Neither had experience greeting unknown living entities on personal flights before.

“Uh, Dojo, why'd we stop?” a voice called from behind the face, and a teen's head popped up over the dragon’s frill, breaking the little trance of awkwardness that both fliers were in. Hunter tilted his head at the newcomer, before having to physically stop himself from scowling as more heads popped up from behind the dragons crest.

“Greetings!” Hunter replied, feigning friendliness as he forced his body to relax. If the ten gallon hat didn’t tip him off, the giant bald head definitely did, and he would be damned if he gave those monks any indication he knew of them, “What’s a ragtag group of kids like you doing up in these skies this fine afternoon?”

“We should ask you the same question, given you don’t look much older than me,” the girl, who Hunter assumed to be Kimiko, shot back, aggression laced heavily in her tone, “What idiot goes around riding on a stick in the middle of the sky!?”

“Idiots, friend, there were two of us riding staffs up here a moment ago,” Hunter hummed, peering over the side of his staff as he tucked his current project in his satchel, scanning the vicinity for any hint of icy green. Spotting his companion had oriented himself a few hundred yards below, Hunter turned back to address his new company, “Okay, good, he caught himself. And if you must know, we were on a grocery run. Not all of us have the immediate option of flying home on dragon back, friend”

“I take offense to that statement,” Vex muttered as Kimiko seemed to relax, accepting the violette's answer. The Brazilian, Raimundo if Hunter had to guess, didn’t look to comforted.

“Yeah, but… how? Why?” the leader asked, eyeing where Vex was positioned on the end of Hunter’s staff.

“Because I’m a witch. It’s what we do,” Hunter cackled, enjoying messing with the monk squad as Edric finally managed to get back up to the group, “What about you fou-five? If that isn’t a wheel of cheese there”

“I am no cheese!” Omi shot back, jumping up and sliding down the end of Dojo’s snout, meeting Hunter eye to eye as he stood up straighter, hand on his chest, “I am Omi! We are the monks of the Xiaolin Temple, here to retrieve the Cat’s Eye Necklace, a Shen Gong Wu that has revealed itself in the area, for the side of good!”

“OMI!” his human compatriots yelled down at the boy as Edric picked up on the situation in the corner of Hunter’s eye, tilting his head in faux confusion at the smaller boys proclamation.

“Shien gon- pardon me?” the greenette questioned, catching the monks off guard as they all turned to stare at him, as if he were insane, “What?”

“You- you aren’t here for the Wu? You really have no idea?” Kimiko questioned in disbelief, switching her gaze between both boys, Hunter taking on his own clueless expression.

“Uh, no? We were on the way home, not looking for whatever mouthful thing cheese-boy is talking about,” Hunter replied, subtly backing up a few feet to put some distance between himself and the smallest monk, knowing the destruction he was capable of, “Did you guys lose this… Cat’s Eye Necklace thing?”

“Kinda did, kinda didn’t,” the resident Texan replied, scratching his head under the tip of his hat, “Its a long story, probably nothin’ y’all’d be interested in”

“Probably not,” Edric agreed, tapping his forefinger on the side of his staff, three times, a signal between the two witches akin to “play along”, “But if you guys lost something, we could help you find it! Hunter here really lives up to his namesake.”

“Yup, once spotted a white rabbit we were looking for in a herd of sheep from thirty meters up,” the violette agreed, kicking his legs out a bit, “You need something found? I’m your guy”

“Ooh, that sounds most impressive!” Omi agreed with a little clap, while his companions shared a look between themselves behind his back, “Like finding hay in the needle stack! Your skill could be most useful for this mission”

“If you’re willing to accept our help, that is,” Edric chuckled, while Hunter discreetly side-eyed the other monks, who seemed to have made an unspoken decision, “And its “Needle in a haystack””

“Eh, Potato, Tomato,” Omi replied with a smile as he sat down on the dragons snout, his three other friends finally looking back at the two witches.

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, we wouldn’t particularly mind if you two helped us out,” Raimundo finally spoke, while Kimiko and Clay (by process of elimination) shot each other some strange looks.

“You kidding? I’m basically a housewife to this joker, It would be an honor.”

…………….

Deceiving the rest of the monk squad turned out to be a lot easier than Hunter anticipated. Dojo was easily swayed from his suspicions with snacks, Kimiko and Clay dropped their walls with a few palisman facts, and Raimundo seemed to be comforted by how well Edric got along with Omi, even if the former was trying to breach the subject of the difference between perceived inner heroism and actual good, and failing.

“Like the fish in the barrel,” Vex purred in Hunter’s ear as the group worked their way through the ruins within the forest, checking behind every corner and in every crevice, “The noodle dragon is trying to subtly breach our magic consciousness, but all he’s getting is facts about the Malzeno in MHR from me, and frozen fish recipes from Cedric.”

"Good. We need them to have their guards down before the inevitable Showdown, I need them to WANT to wager something in anger when I pull the rug." Hunter mused, gently scratching at the back of his palisman’s frills. Clay and Kimiko didn’t want the violette too far away for whatever reason, so he had to make do with only exchanging messages between Vex and himself. Who-

“Hey, Scene Boy,” Kimiko called, distracting Hunter from his thoughts as he turned to face the smaller teen, eyebrow raised, “If one were to, hypothetically, want a palisman for herself, where could she find one?”

“Well, you don’t find a palisman, first of all,” Hunter clarified, subtly scanning the area around them as he addressed his temporary companion, “And second, a palisman isn’t some wild animal, nor is it a pet, or commodity. You can’t just buy one, you can’t own one, there are a LOT of requirements to be met beforehand-“

“I understand nothing about what you’re saying,” the girl cut Hunter off, earning herself a deadpan look from the witch as Clay chimed in.

“He means ya can’t have one, Kimiko, ya ain’t qualified,” the Texan clarified, earning himself an appreciative nod from the other boy in their group.

“That exactly,” Hunter agreed, stroking the side of Vex’s neck as she lifted her head to glare at Kimiko, “Palisman are sentient, and if they don’t… lets say vibe, on your wavelength, they will not tolerate you for any reason. Most temporarily petrify themselves in self-defense if someone other than their witch tries to cast a spell with them”

As if to prove a point, Hunter silently commanded Vex to resume her staff form, then drew a circle in the air with her, producing a pair of flower crowns that dropped down on the monks heads, which actually startled Clay quite badly.

“If you tried that, Vex would probably end up biting you instead of just petrifying herself, so we aren’t gonna do a physical demonstration of that part,” the violette chuckled as Kimiko readjusted her new crown, eyes sparkling in awe. Vex hissed at her from where she was perched, as if to warn the smaller teen to back off, but neither monk paid her mind.

“Why would she bite? Ain’t she domesticated?” Clay questioned as the trio continued further into the crumbling city, making Hunter cackle a bit.

“Nah, Vex is her own woman. She’s modeled after a vampire dragon from my favorite game, so biting is probably her first instinct when someone tries to handle her aside from myself,” the violette clarified, watching as Vex traded glares with the Xiaolin Dragon of Fire.

“Maybe she just don’t like other girls?” Clay mused, to which Hunter seemed to think on for a bit.

“I never thought of that, she’s actually been pretty aggressive with any teenage girl who isn’t my sister, Luz,” he hummed, subtly tapping the base of Vex’s staff against the ground to cast a spell under the radar, “I almost got shanked when she bit Edric’s sister, but she’s also Luz’ girlfriend, so I guess the threat was warranted”

“Wait, yer companion wasn’t the one threatening ya for that?” Clay asked, confusion all over his face when Hunter absently looked back at him, subtly leading the entire group in a new direction from his leading position, “I mean, Vex did go an’ bite his kin”

“Amity would throw me into the Boiling Sea if I DARED try the protective older brother routine!” Edric called from his position with Omi and Raimundo, the latter two having their own little interaction at the moment. Omi then asked Edric something, and the greenette went right back in to his conversation with the other boy as Hunter gestured in his direction. “What? No! Thats not a euphemism-“

“That why. The Blights don’t exactly… tolerate each other, not anymore,” Hunter replied, ear twitching a bit when he got a hit. Clay looked like he was about to continue the conversation, but Hunter raised his hand, cutting off whatever the Texan was about to say as he got into a defensive position.

The forest had gone silent around them, the sounds of nature having fled, leaving only the four-way argument that developed when Omi had said something unnecessarily misogynistic a bit before.

Clay seemed to get the hint, and scooted closer to the violette, summoning his wudai weapon as he scanned the undergrowth with suspicion.

*shuff*

“Sǐ biǎo zi!” Hunter shouted, teleporting to intercept the claws that had been moments away from slicing Kimiko’s face into ribbons. With his sudden shout, Edric and the rest of the Xiaolin Dragons quickly switched to battle stances, as Hunter threw back the attacker who’d attempted an ambush, the girl landing readily on her feet.

“Heh, guess I should’ve listened when Mistress Wuya said you’d be a purr-oblem,” Ashley, in full Katnappé attire, giggled as a group of large jungle cats slunk from the forest behind her, fur bristling in rage. The Xiaolin monks mostly groaned in annoyance, aside from Raimundo, who was shooting a suspicious glance in Hunter’s direction. “Was destroying part of our glorious Heylin fortress not enough for you kitties?”

“I believe your dipshit master was asking for it when he’d locked us up in his weird sex dungeon,” Edric growled as Hunter noticed the golden necklace fastened around the other teens neck, its gem glinting menacingly in the limited light. Using Edric’s barbs as a distraction, Hunter quietly scooted back so he was next to Raimundo, who looked ready to stab someone if things weren’t explained.

“She has the Wu you’re looking for. Give me something to wager, and I can get in close enough to initiate a challenge before someone can get hurt” the violette whispered, earning himself an offended look from the Brazilian.

“So you were-“ he begun to hiss, but Hunter slapped his hand over his mouth with a glare.

“I was NOT initially. I only know how this shit works because Edric and I were locked up by some megalomaniac a week back and his bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up about the Shen Gong Wu,” Hunter half lied with a hushed growl, eying how Ashley’s now very real tail lashed behind her, a fight mere moments from breaking out, “I wager we have about fifteen seconds before the furry orders her new playmates to start mauling, so either hand over one of the Wu, or I’m stealing your weapon and putting that up for grabs, because I am not letting Edric get hurt on my watch today”

“… fine,” Raimundo consented, and quickly passed Hunter a familiar coin he’d been storing in his pocket, just in case.

Needing no further command, the violette darted in-between the two parties just as Ashley signaled for an attack, only for the order to be cut off by Hunter grabbing onto her little accessory, which lit up with a familiar golden glow.

“Ashley, I challenge you to a Xiaolin Showdown,” Hunter hissed victoriously, yanking the girl down to his level, “Your little Cat’s Eye Necklace for the Mantis Flip Coin, in Trial By Combat”

“Pfft, and why would I wager my glorious little charm for that old coin? It’s everything I could ever wish for in a Wu,” the catified girl scoffed, earning herself a feral grin from the small witch as he yanked on the chain around her neck, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Because I will NOT hesitate to remove your head with the chain of your precious accessory if you don’t”

“Can he do that?” Omi asked Dojo in the background as Hunter yanked the chain again, Ashley yelping as she realized the witch wasn’t idly threatening her.

“Yeah, can he!? He’s threatening my life here!” the blonde cried as Dojo flipped through his rule book, Hunter’s glare never wavering as the consensus was given.

“According to the rules, if one refuses a Xiaolin Showdown, they forfeit any protections the rules of magic engagement provide to prevent unnecessary fatalities” Dojo declared, making Hunter grin even wider as Ashley looked back at him in horror. “So, yes, this is completely legal, and Hunter can indeed choose to kill you if you officially reject his challenge”

“Then I accept! I ACCEPT!” Ashley cried out, and her Wu vanished in a burst of golden light, alongside the Mantis Flip Coin as reality warped around the three parties, pillars of stone rising from the murky gloom. Ashley jumped away from Hunter as the land fell away into a circular arena, with a little pillar for the monks, and a separate one for Edric to spectate at a safe distance, which Vex flew off to join him on. “You’re fucking insane! What’s your damage!?”

“His damage is you were an asshole to our friend, and we hate you!” Edric called from his “seat”, before turning to look at the monks on the nearby adjacent pillar with a little grin. “And sorry to say, we don’t really like you guys either, our little truce was mostly an act”

“What!? Why? Who could we have-!?” Kimiko spluttered in shock and anger, Omi and Clay looking quite saddened as Hunter nodded up at the peanut gallery to affirm his agreement with his companion. “We don’t like Ashley either! Why-“

“I KNEW IT!” a new voice suddenly cut through the gloom, and everyone turned to find Jack himself flying over to Edric’s pillar, landing as he jabbed a finger into the greenettes chest, “You left base to confront the Xiaolin Losers while I was sleeping, didn’t you!?”

“Jack!?/Spicer!?” chorused from Ashley and the rest of the peanut gallery, sans Hunter, who was looking smug, and Edric, who was holding his hands up with an awkward smile.

“That wasn’t initially the plan, to be fair-“ Edric tried to explain, but Ashley’s shouting cut the greenette off.

“You have to be KITTEN me! That loser is that friend I was an ass to?” the blonde turned on Hunter, gesturing to Jack like he was some unpleasant pest, which made the violettes expression morph into something less than friendly, “He’s the biggest jerk in all of China! You were seriously going to decapitate me over him!?”

“Decapitate!?” Jack yelped, earning a surprised look from the monks on the other pillar. “Hunter, what the fuck!?”

“Um, excuse me, but there are more important things going on than my promise of murder” the small violette gestured to the world around them, reminding everyone of the current situation, turning back to Ashley, “This is a Xiaolin Showdown, not a circus!” He proclaimed, before pointing at the monks, then Ashley again as he spoke. “I’ll be exacting vengeance upon you five later, but she’s first on my immediate list for the little stunt she pulled trying to get us all mauled by jungle cats”

“What the actual hell did I MISS today?” Jack asked in exasperation as Edric patted him on the back.

“This is why night is usually the time for sleeping,” Edric hummed as Hunter charged for Ashley, who screamed as the violette clawed at her face, “You should have seen Hunter in action, he played those losers like damn fiddles”

“As much as it pains me to admit, your friend is absolutely right, Spicer,” Raimundo huffed, the three other monks (and Dojo) preoccupied by the spectacle that was Hunter chasing Ashley around the arena, shooting fireballs at her fleeing back, “You’ve befriended quite an accomplished actor on your break. Speaking of, where the hell did you go?”

“The country of Nunja,” Jack replied, standing up a little straighter as Edric stifled a giggle.

“’Nunja?” Raimondo questioned as Hunter closed in on Ashely below, grabbing at her faux tail with a murderous grin.

“Nunja business, fucker!” Jack cackled as Edric high fived him, as the dimensions warped once again, Hunter having pinned Ashley under a heeled boot below and claimed a swift victory. Vex darted down to join Hunter, transforming into a staff for him to mount as Edric and Jack rose into the air, Hunter joining them with the Cat’s Eye Necklace clutched in his free hand. “Now then, with that business taken care of, we must be off!”

“Wha-HEY! You can’t just-“ Omi shouted, only to be shut up as the Mantis Flip Coin nailed him right between the eyes, knocking him out cold as Jack and Edric cackled.

“Don’t fret, little monks, we are sure to meet again! We’re gonna need more Wu than this one, after all!” Hunter chuckled, winking as the trio of rouges rose into the air, ready to race back to base. “BYEEEEEE!”

With a flash of purple light, the Xiaolin Dragons were then left stranded in the ancient ruins, alone, somewhat scared of what was to come for the first time in a while.

……

I WAS NEVER DONE WITH THIS SERIES, JUST ON HIATUS!!!!

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parvulous-writings · 4 years ago

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Soot // Liu Kang X Reader

Request: Tumblr seems to know I'm on a Mortal Kombat kick and showed me some of your work for it. They're wonderful!I was hoping you could indulge a bit? How about Liu Kang with the prompt, "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it."Poor boy in the movie looks like his hair is constantly being singed and washed with soot.

Requested by: @rhyske

Summary: Some fluffy Liu Kang, using the prompt "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it."

Warnings: none

Words: 1.4K

Notes: Am I on a Mortal Kombat rampage? Yes. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

Not my gif

A day’s training was always a grind. It wasn’t that you truly lacked motivation, or the energy to train alongside him, it was just so repetitive. Day in, day out, the same motions, occasionally with a different training partner. Even with Liu Kang, your favourite sparring partner, sessions seemed to drag on for much longer than they actually did. You didn’t know what it was, but Liu let you leave the fight pit around mid morning, much earlier than usual. “I can see your restlessness.” He told you, “Perhaps you need a change of routine?” He suggested, and who were you to argue? He was most likely right, and you knew it. “I have a few things to do myself, today,” He told you, “So spend your free time as you wish.” He gave a brief, respectful bow, before striding off down a hallway and out of sight. What he could possibly need to do besides his rarely uncompleted chores was beyond you; he had always completed his chores long before everyone else had gotten up, he worked like clockwork. He was up at least two hours before dawn, just to make sure that he had enough time to finish off his allotted chores. It never changed. You tried not to think too much on what he could be doing, and instead tried to focus on clearing your mind, on something other than daily life in the temple.

You went to sit on one of the high balconies of the temple, your eyes scanning over the horizon, it’s greenery and it’s barrenness. It was almost amusing, how diametrically opposed the horizon seemed to be, how conflicting it was. It showed how fickle the world could be- in it’s natural state, as well as it’s man-made counterpart. But the man-made portion could be brushed off, easily explained away; whilst the natural confliction... That was harder to explain, and there was beauty in that. It comforted and relaxed you, lulling you into a state of peace. Your eyes drift closed as your muscles find more relaxation than they had in a long time, even during late, peaceful nights. You don’t know how many hours it had been when you finally come to again. All you could tell is that it has been a fair while- the sun only just peaked through the clouds and the mountains in the distance, painting what you could see of the sky marvelous shades of rose, and merigold. Though you were momentarily transfixed by the beautiful sight, you forced yourself to push away from where you had ended up nesting, taking a moment to regain your footing; you made sure that you didn’t fall over when your head spun slightly by placing a palm against the wall, perhaps it was not such a good idea to rise from your resting place so suddenly.

You start to wind your way through the endless corridors of Raiden’s temple, trekking your way through the structure until you arrived at the communal dining area. Not a cafeteria or canteen in the Western sense, but a large room where all the inhabitants of the temple could eat with their cohorts and companions during mealtimes. It was often used as a meeting place for more trivial matters amongst the monks, as well, as it was a landmark in some sense of the word. Only one other person occupied the space at the current time, and you sure didn’t mind his company. It was, of course, none other than Liu Kang. You slide into the seat next to him after grabbing yourself a few, dry snacks, leaving ample space between you both so that you didn’t intrude on his personal boundaries, you were aware of how highly he valued them outside of the fight pit and other training areas. He glanced to you, giving a subtle nod, and a tiny smile. You didn’t need words to greet each other, and you hadn’t done for a long time. There was something different about him, though. You couldn’t quite place it at first, but then it struck you. The side of his face and just under his his nose, frequent contact points of his face, were clean, not clad with specks of soot as they normally were. You looked a bit closer, and saw that his hair- usually clumped together, bound by soot and other fire-based grime- was back in it’s natural, clean state, a few individual strands flowing free in the gentle breeze from a few open-arch windows just behind the pair of you. You start to smile lightly, you always felt your heart beat just that little bit faster when you saw he was taking even a few minutes to look after himself rather than anyone else. He was such a selfless soul, to the point where he often neglected himself. You shuffle a little bit closer to him, which he didn’t mind- he thought you were trying to get warm, as you often did when you sat next to him, whether you were aware of it or not. Your hand starts to snake up over his shoulder to the raven hued strands, and Liu doesn’t notice at first. It isn’t until you carefully tugged at his hair that it got his attention.

His eyes move to you, and he isn’t sure whether to move away from you or not. “What... What are you doing?” He questioned, his voice not much more than a whisper. His furrowed brows conveys his confusion, and it was a rather adorable look on him. He started to move his hand to take your wrist, his prayer beads clacking quietly, “(Y/N)?” He asked when he got no response from you, and you carefully bat his hand away. "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it." You tell him, and he seems genuinely surprised by the news. “You do?” Liu pauses briefly, lowering his hand, placing it back down on the table, by his bowl of soup. “You noticed?” He asked, tilting his head ever so slightly as he spoke. “Of course I noticed!” You laugh gently, shaking your head at him a little bit. Your hand moved higher into his hair after his silent nod of consent, and you smile slightly as the pads of your fingers massaged his scalp. “You’re usually covered head to toe in soot...” You tease, causing him to smile along with you. “The drawbacks of a fire arcana...” He mused, sighing contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair. It’s a heavenly feeling for him, your touch is perhaps the only one he is accustomed to in this intimate way.

“Perhaps you should wash it more often.” You suggested playfully to him, and he chuckles in amusement. He turns his head ever so slightly, so that he could look at you and still have your hand in his hair. “I hardly think that there’s time for that.” He said to you, half serious about the statement. “Of course there is.” You tell him, still smiling warmly. “If not... You can get up just a little bit earlier to do it every other day.” You teased him, pulling your hand away from his scalp as you spoke, so you could nudge his shoulder gently. He nudged you back, though it was considerably weaker than your initial bump. “Perhaps...” He mused, mentally entertaining the idea for a brief moment. “If not... I can always do it for you in the evening.” You offered, shrugging lightly as he gave you a look as if to say ‘are you sure?’

You sat quietly together for a moment, both of your hands moving into his hair as he shuffled round to lay across your lap, wanting to make the most of the moment and the feeling of you being so sweet to him. His eyes start to close as his muscles lose most of their tension, his breathing becoming even and the epitome of calm. For a moment, you could have sworn he had fallen asleep there- not that you would have minded all that much. “Liu?” Your whisper broke the comfortable sheen of silence that had fallen over the pair of you. He hummed quietly in response, his eyes not opening, and he felt too relaxed to reply verbally just yet. “Should we get back to training, soon?” You asked him, and he sighs quietly. “Alright... But let us just have a little while longer like this.” He tells you, patting your thigh gently. You smile down at his peaceful expression, and though you didn’t want to disturb him, you knew you would get in trouble with Lord Raiden if you slacked off for too long. “Okay... Five more minutes?” You suggested to him, and he nods slightly in reply. “Five more minutes.” He confirms.

#liu kang #liu kang x reader #liu kang fluff #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk 2021 #mortal kombat movie

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colossal-fallout · 4 years ago

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AoT Valentines Day H/C’s

Head canons of how the following Characters would spend V day with their s/o.

Warnings; NSFW. 18+ only. Smut & Fluff.

Fem!Reader x Various Characters.

You have been warned...

Eren Yeager:

- You’d better buckle up and brace yourself, because this dark horse will absolutely astonish you with his valentine plans.

- He may act nonchalant about the whole affair, both before the event and during, possibly throwing you off guard and believing he isn’t actually going to do much, if anything at all.

- Oh, how wrong you are.

- So... so wrong.

- Expect a hell of a lot of affection. I can see his moody/brooding eyes glancing at onlookers as he wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck sensually; not giving a single f*ck who was watching. Today is about you, and you alone. If anyone had a problem with that, then they’d have to speak to him.

Not that they’d have the balls to...

- He will shower you with gifts.

Red roses, jewellery, soft toys, sex toys, lingerie...

Even if being spoiled with material things isn’t your thing, he will still do it. You deserve to feel like the queen he sees you as and today you will accept his love, no matter what.

- Back to that, ‘ not giving a f who was watching ‘ situation, he silently gloats as its the perfect excuse to boldly show others that you are his and no one should come near you with romantic intentions.

- He’ll definitely wine and dine you. The fanciest restaurant in town, your favourite food, music... the whole SHABANG.

Because of how busy he is, he doesn’t get to do this with you as much as he’d like so he makes the most of it.

- Then prepare your poor, unsuspecting booty. Because you will be SHOOK.

- He will spend hours warming you up. Kissing and nipping every inch of your skin, edging his way slowly to your core. Sighing and gasping at your beauty the whole time; praising you. His warm breath blanketing your skin.

By the time he gets there, you’re so fired up you can hardly take it.

- But, unfortunately he’s nowhere near done. He’ll run his tongue up you so

s l o w l y. He’ll over stimulate you, tease you and whisper the dirtiest things into you as he begins to include his fingers.

- He won’t even consider sliding inside of you until you’ve came at least three or four times.

- When he eventually does, he’s so turned on by the time he enters himself into you, he just sort of rolls you both up in a close ball, putting your legs up and wrapping his arms around you tightly, his head against yours and panting.

- “I love you, y/n...”

- After the biggest orgasm of his life, he’ll whisk you away to the shower before laying you back down into bed, head on his chest and telling you how much you mean to him.

Levi Ackerman;

- Levi isn’t a fan of PDA since he’s not only a stoic person, but a Captain held in high regard and wants to keep things professional around others.

But in certain situations (like valentines day) he’ll pat your head and brush your hair out of your eyes in front of his comrades. (Hair touching is Levi’s love language.)

- But once you’re in private, ooooh boy.

- Levi would make you your favourite food. He would consider taking you out but depending on his mood; he can’t really be dealing with people coming up and bothering him while trying to spend quality time with you.

“Ah, Levi. I didn’t think you ate here! Did you get my report on the --”

“Hange. Fuck off.”

- Red Roses. Lots of them. I can also see him buying you a new cloak. He doesn’t want you to be cold, and that old one is starting to smell...

- He would sit with his arm around the back of the chair you’re sitting in resting on the back lazily, with one leg sticking out.

You’re not on duty. This is the strongest yet most subtle way of letting others know; you. are. his.

- Sex with Levi would always be amazing, regardless of the day. But on special occasions, he treats you to a fantastic body massage before he starts getting heated.

Oils. Candles. He’ll even slowly (and gladly) bathe you.

- Expect the usual; taking his time with you, showing off his strength by eating you out against the wall, your legs over his shoulders, regardless of height difference.

- He’ll have you all over the room.

- The only difference is, today he peppers the dirty talk with some sweet nothings.

“I love making you squirm... you’re so beautiful.”

“Fuck, you feel so good around me. ...I love you, y/n.”

Porco Galliard;

(Side note; Porco isn’t my favourite since my best boy is Reiner, and I wanted to headbutt him when I saw the scene of him beating Reiner when they were young lol. I’ll try!)

- Porco is a cocky little sh-

Porco is a pretty confident guy, so on Valentines day, expect a decent amount of PDA. Snaking his arms around your hips from behind and kissing the crook of your neck.

- Beneath his... ego, does lie someone who really cares deeply for his friends and family. So expect to be spoiled.

A lot.

- “Anything you want, baby.”

- He’d prefer to take you somewhere more quiet for food, a cosy corner in a gusto bar or maybe eating alfresco at a lesser known restaurant.

- He’ll parade you around town, his arm draped across your shoulder, showing you off with a proud smirk tugging the corners of his mouth.

- I can see him being a dirty dark horse in the bedroom.

- He loves eating you out. Controlling when you cum, and making sure he is the only one who can make you feel this good at his mercy.

- His head expands several sizes when you beg for him or whimper his name.

“That’s right, beautiful. Who is making you feel so good, huh?”

- Dirty talk. A lot of it. And if you like it, he would defiantly be into degrading you.

“You take my cock like a good little whore.”

- Aftercare, I can see him being pretty clingy. He’d love to spoon you and have you close, running his fingers through your hair and grazing his fingers down your arm.

Armin Arlert;

- Armin is such a thoughtful person, he had this day planned for weeks.

- He’ll take into consideration your most favourite things to do.

Like the outdoors? Picnic.

Like to read? You betcha he’s taking you to the bookstore and buying you any you want.

- Expect him to lead you to a warm private area he's covered in candles and flower petals.

- He'll massage you from your feet, right up to your head. All while talking softly to you, telling you how he's felt since you met and how much you mean to him now.

- He will never take you for granted and will tell you this while he's working your thighs with his oiled hands.

- He will hesitate once he's reached your hips but will restrain himself until he's finished rubbing knots out of your entire body.

- "Let me show you how much you mean to me..." As he slowly lowers his head between your legs without once tearing his ocean blues from your eyes.

- Armin will carefully and meticulously work you, he's memorised all of your sensitive spots and how you like things done. He is amazing with his fingers.

- He'll relish your taste; passion and lust transforming this usually shy person into a hungry beast. He'll lick your wetness off his fingers before gently lifting you up, and sitting you down on his cock.

- Expect a lot of praise while you ride him. He loves telling you how beautiful you are.

- Once you're finished, he'll happily hold you while you quiver from aftershocks, kissing your head and playing with your hair.

- "That was amazing, y/n. I love you. So much."

Reiner Braun;

- Once Reiner loves, he loves so deeply.

- So you betcha he has a plan up his sleeve to show you how much you mean to him. Although it probably stressed him to hell thinking of something good enough.

- If something went wrong or didn't go to plan, he would freak out slightly.

- Reiner would do anything to show you how special you are. If you were a bit of a thrill seeker and/or were passionate about Titans like Hange, I could see him transforming somewhere to carry you around on his shoulder or in his hand. Obviously somewhere he couldn't be seen easily and be reported.

- This perfect man would, like Armin, make it an all day thing. Picnic, a romantic walk, dinner and even stargazing. He loves spending time with you and it's hard to find the time usually.

- Much like Levi, sex with Reiner is always mind-blowing.

- He loves taking his time to please you. He won't ever finish until you've been satisfied more than once.

- He would be the opposite of Levi with the nasty speak. With Reiner, it would be sweet something's sprinkled with dirty talk.

"You're perfect. I love you, y/n. You ride my cock so good."

- No matter how long you have been together, he still counts his lucky stars you're his and would do anything to protect you and keep it that way. This certainly comes out in how good he fucks you.

- All in all, I don't think Reiner would treat you any differently to how he always does. He shows his appreciation for you every damn day.

- This bear of a man loves to cuddle so once you're finished making passionate love, hell spoon you, hold you as close to him as possible and just thank whatever god's there may be that he has you in his difficult life.

Zeke Yeager;

- Zeke. I don't know why, but whenever I think of Zeke and how he'd be like in bed I get a little scared lol

- Zeke is pure FILTH. ...But we'll get to that...

- For valentine's Day, Zeke would craft you something. A handmade bangle or some form of jewelry. Maybe a necklace from a precious gem he crushed himself

- Poetry. I can totally see him writing you a sweet poem and leaving it somewhere he'll know you'll come across.

- Monke man keeps his feelings and thoughts pretty close to his chest so PDA would not be his thing. He instead would cherish you in a more private setting.

- He will spoil you with the finest foods and wine. Spinal fluid free, of course.

- In bed, Zeke is a freak. Extremely dominating, he takes out his stresses and frustrations out on you in the bedroom.

- Teasing, degrading, over stimulating and he loves doing you up the arse. Biting, markings even yelling like some wild animal as you brush his tip against your tonsils.

- He'll happily sit you on his face and just let you ride it until your hearts content, his fingers roughly digging into your flesh as you quiver above him.

- Zeke likes to fill you up as much as possible so expect sex toys in each of your openings while he forcefully fucks your throat.

- He might even be into pain play if you'll allow him to partake.

- So after Valentine's Day, definitely expect to spend the next day walking like you've been riding your horse on an extremely long expodition.

Pieck; "y/n? Are you okay? You're walking like I do... Have you hurt yourself?"

Jean Kirstein;

- Poor Jean has the best intentions and really wants to make the day special for you. But he's just so clueless at this sort of thing and would probably mess stuff up due to nerves and second guessing himself.

- He'll write you a love letter or poem, but scattered around him are paper balls and torn ideas as he tries to make it perfect.

- He'll take too much on at once. He'll forget he had something cooking while he's setting up something else and it'll burn, resulting in a comical fit of rage. So instead, he takes you out.

- Once you've calmed him.down and reassured him it was the thought that mattered, he calms down and you both have a lovely time.

- He'll take you for a nice walk after food and he proudly shows you off on his arm the entire time.

- Jean in bed is extremely thoughtful. He likes to take his time and be gentle, worshipping you like the goddess you are.

- He won't ever let himself finish until he knows you've had your fill and then some.

- When you ride him, he blushes slightly and watches your movements in awe, totally unbelieving that he's inside of this beautiful woman.

- Aftercare with Jean is one of the best. He'll leasuirely massage you while you lie on him, pillow talking deep into the night as he tells you how amazing you are.

I enjoyed writing these. I'll write more if I get any interest ☺️ Happy Valentine's!

#snk fandom #snk #snk season 4 #snk headcanons #attack on titan #reiner braun #jean kirstein #levi ackerman #valentines day #eren yeager #eren yaegar #armin arlert #zeke yeager #porco imagines #porco galliard #aot porco #imagines #snk imagines

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a-purple-lizard · 4 years ago

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Hello! I love your blog! I want to ask if you can make a story of Raiden having sexual tension with his ex wife? Like she watches him train shirtless or something 😂 (I’m just thirsty for Raiden tbh)

Thundering rain

Raiden x Ex wife Reader

Ohhh my goodness! You are my first request! Thanks so much! I actually read this at 1am last night when you sent it and I was so excited! Oh and quick warning, this does get a bit steamy at the end, no smut though, but of course if anybody wanted a part 2...

The clouds defended from the sun, leaving no light down onto the Sky temple. A large stone balcony below was illuminated by a couple hundred candles. Behind one of the many pillars surrounding the training area, was a woman. She wore sleeveless, black robes, two metal rings were on each of her upper arms. Her scowl seemed permanent as she watched a man on the balcony.

Soft grunts filled air as the thunder god struck the invisible foe. He kicked and punched gracefully, never once becoming distracted by his surroundings. His hat rested on a crate nearby, his vest lay right next to it. The gods long silver locks flowed gently in the wind, the silk top of his robe peeled down, revealing his chest.

S/o growled silently to herself, nails clicking against the wall as sudden voices came from the halls behind her.

“She’s back!? Again?” A male said in a slightly rude tone.

“Yes, I suggest we tread lightly, she looked as if she wanted to eat me alive when I glanced at her.” A more respectful voice answered.

“Poor Raiden, marrying that woman was probably the worst decision of his li- ahh!” The monk was cut off as they turned the corner to find an extremely pissed off immortal woman seething at them.

The two men quickly turned the other way, their pace almost a run. “Kung Lao, Liu Kang!”

They both froze, glancing at each other before cautiously approaching S/o. She crossed her arms, eyes going from one monk to the other. “Hello boys. Good to see you again.” Her glare made her polite tone unbelievable.

The two monks looked at each other before both respectfully bowing, “S/o it’s… unexpected to see you here again, do you have business with the thunder god?” Liu Kang asked.

“I don’t need to have a gods damn reason to be here!” She snapped. “I was here when this cursed place was built and I’ll be here long after.”

“So you’re just here, on your own free will, just to watch Raiden train on the top balcony?” Liu Kang asked, careful not to come across as sarcastic.

“Shirtless?” Kung Lao added.

“I’m here because I enjoy the scenery!” The immortal growled. The monks analyzed the area around them, the dark sky painting over the sun, a sudden burst of lightning lashing out. Rain pouring and whipping at the backs of anybody who dared to emerge from the safety of the tower.

“Yes… it’s very nice…” Kung Lao said. “But I’m afraid we must get going, we have uh… business to discuss with the thunder god!” Tipping his hat, he grabbed the chosen one and bolted out of s/o’s sight, making a Beeline to the silver haired god.

“Lord Raiden!” Liu Kang started, earning the gods attention.

“Your scary ex wife is back.” Kung Lao announced. Raiden looked up, gaze meeting S/o’s briefly before she looked away. “I’m pretty sure she’s here to kill you.”

“I see, how long has she been there?” He sighed, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Well I first saw her a couple of hours ago climbing up the stairs, she was on the… 367th floor at the time I believe?” Liu Kang answered, his face strained trying to remember.

“Thank you, I must go speak with her now.” And with that, he started to walk over to the borderline feral woman.

“May Neatherealm have mercy on his soul.” Kung Lao mumbled as they both watched the god halt next to the immortal.

“S/o? Is everything alright?” He asked carefully. Blood krept onto the woman’s face as she quickly turned her head.

“Ya. I’m fine.” She answered quickly.

“Why are you here? Surely you have better things to do then scare the monks?” He prompted. S/o blinked and glanced over as his shirtless form. His body was certainly toned and muscled, the rain dripped down his body, tracing each crevice and adding an overall exaggeration of the man's body. “S/o?”

His voice brought her back to reality. She quickly thought, her and her ex husband had rarely had any civil conversations since they left, this was… refreshing. “I… I came back for my… crown.”

He tilted his head, confused, eyes at full attention. S/o felt a maddening blush overtake her, damn his rare, innocent expressions. “You know! That old golden one, with the glowing gems, it covers my forehead and curves down to my cheeks? Looked like a conquerors helm? I used to wear it with my armor?”

Recognition filled his glowing eyes as he nodded, “Oh yes, I remember. Do you… plan on wearing it?” He asked carefully.

S/o wanted to slap herself for picking the crown as her excuse. The crown was gifted to her by some ancient king of a realm conquered by Shao Kahn long ago. It was given to her after her wedding with Raiden, a symbol of her status as his wife. It also granted her great strength, yes she would use that as an excuse.

“Well obviously.” She snapped. “I plan on… participating in the mortal Kombat tournament.” She finished awkwardly. Raiden raised a brow.

“What do you have to gain from it? You are already an immortal s/o. Besides, what realm would you represent?” He asked.

“I- I, I don’t need to explain myself to you Raiden! Just take me to your damn room so I can grab it.” She angrily stuttered. Raiden grimaced but started to make his way to his things on the crate, the flexing of his back muscles quickly made s/o grab him. He turned, his gaze questioning. “By the elder gods, just teleport us really quick, no need to stop what you’re doing!”

“Very well then.” With a sudden flash, they were both standing in a clearly abandoned room. Dust has settled on their bed, candles were blown out and all of her things looked untouched. She blinked in surprise.

“You… haven’t used this room since I left?” She asked, her questioning gaze landing on the god.

He frowned. “Gods don’t need sleep, I only chose to sleep because you were beside me. Without you, this room is meaningless to me.” Something about that sentence stabbed through her heart as she quickly turned the other direction.

“Let’s just… get the crown so you don’t have to see me again.” She mumbled, opening her dresser drawers.

“Why would you think I wouldn’t want to see you again?” He inquired, walking over to her, strong, soaked muscles shining in the window light. Fuck, no no no.

“I was the one who left, figured you would hold it to me.” She answered quietly.

Guilt clouded his eyes, he halted behind her “we both were at blame. I’m sorry if I ever made you think it was purely you at fault.”

S/o huffed, “oh so I suppose we are just supposed to kiss and make up now?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“I would not be opposed to that.” He stated simply. S/o felt her eyes widening, she turned around only to see Raiden, still without a fucking shirt, giving her an expectant look.

He couldn’t really expect this to work? Just kiss and say sorry and BAM marriage fixed! But then again they never necessarily got a divorce, they simply mutually agreed to stay the hell away from each other- fuck why was she overthinking this?

A fucking shirtless GOD was before her, asking her for a kiss. The answer shouldn’t have even taken a second.

Without a warning she grabbed him, slamming him against one of the tall bed post and placed her lips on his. He was definitely startled by the sudden movement but he returned the kiss anyway.

S/o leaned forward on him, hands finding his wrist and pinning them. She wicked onto his lower lip, biting it slightly. The god groaned, opening his mouth, giving her the perfect opportunity to claim it. There was no battle for dominance, only simple sweet submissiveness.

Sliding her body downwards, she left his still gasping lips, going down until her mouth met his neck. She mouthed his throat all over, nipping at all of his sweet spots that she had spent thousands of years memorizing. Each one granted a new sound of pure desperation.

Finally she pulled away, releasing Raiden from her hold. She took a moment to look at her work. Raiden leaned against the post, panting, his hair messy, his lip bleeding and small dark marks beginning to form on his throat.

Yes, this was going to be a very long night indeed.

Part 2

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #raiden x reader #raiden #kung lao #fem s/o #sky temple #request #liu kang

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kintatsujo · 4 years ago

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LoZ AU- The Courage of Running Away Part THIRTY

Previous Post Is HERE

This is the last outline post! But like I said before I’m probably gonna take a run at NaNo with this story this year because of how thoroughly it got out of hand lmao and probably will keep doing smaller art posts and shit at this point.

And again there’s already ideas for a sequel in the works, although that’ll probably trickle in MUCH more slowly for the time being.

Next week I’m probably going to take a break from Tumblr altogether bc of Real Life Stuff and the fact that this project turned So Big. Maybe. Possibly. Don’t take me at my word lmao

This is a text heavy post and I apologize but there was a lot to cover; each section is separated by headers.

Content warning for mention of hanging used as a metaphor.

#AU August

#LoZ AU: The Courage of Running Away

Astramorus’s Sentencing

Astramorus is stripped of his rank within Hylia's Church, although he's allowed to keep his home at the sky commune since he and Catena had shared it since before her death and Zelda isn't cruel. She assigns him a Shiekah escort-and-therapist on Impa's recommendation, someone he's not allowed to leave the Sky Temple Commune without until further notice, and Astramorus tells her it's generally much more generous than he expected even considering the help he'd offered.

Link doesn’t go home with him, at Astramorus's insistence.

"Listen to me, Link," he says, touching Link's face gently. "For all that I'd LIKE to undo the last twelve years of our lives, do it better, you're still healing from everything I did wrong."

"Uncle Seren was-" Link starts.

"Giving me the rope with which to hang myself," Astramorus finishes. "I still took it in hand, son. We both need a little distance to start, you to heal and me to sort my own head."

Link frowns at him. "You need to heal too," he says. "You wouldn't have taken that rope if Mama had been here to stop you."

"Probably not," Astramorus agrees. "But that's why her Majesty is assigning someone to follow me around, isn't it?"

[Image Description: Link throws his arms around Astramorus, to his father’s surprise. When Astramorus hugs him back, looking like he’s ready to collapse into the hug, Link opens one eye and tells him sternly, “Take CARE of yourself, Father, or we’re gonna have WORDS.” “Mhm,” Astramorus mumbles. End ID.]

(Hilda, it should be noted, tells Astramorus and Link that they’re both welcome to visit Lorule Castle at any time, trying to hide her eagerness until finally admitting; “You both know what having Serenumbra in your head is like.” And Astramorus and Link agree with that and promise to meet there in a few months, once they’ve had that time to sort themselves out.)

As for Serenumbra, for now Eltani decides to let him “enjoy” some solitude in the Gerudo City prison while she deliberates more thoroughly on what to do with him. He did quite a lot, after all.

What to do About Ghirahim

Eltani and Zelda Sr discuss what to do about Ghirahim more privately, with Aldway, Impa, and Vaba (Eltani's oldest advisor) there to offer input.

"You say he froze upon being presented with the mere image of his old master," Aldway says. "I'm not sure I trust that."

"It wasn't like-" Zelda starts, then starts over. "He was like a frightened child, darling." She pauses, reevaluates. "Or like a dog expecting to be beaten."

"Like Link?" Aldway asks mildly.

She shakes her head. "Much worse than even that, my dear."

"Even knowing he's half mortal he has trouble stilling his tongue towards me," Eltani notes. "Faced with his former master, he was struck silent."

Vaba speaks up. "You say that Serenumbra called the thing he summoned a god's nightmare, correct?"

"The boy Link saw a figure he couldn't hope to live up to. Your Majesty saw a figure from history you've tried to avoid being since you were her age. Whose nightmare was Demise? Dinravi didn't know his face, and you tell us Ghirahim stepped in the way. Dinravi only faced a copy of Ghirahim's master because he was reflected from Ghirahim's half human heart."

They decide to let him stay.

What Dinravi Would Like to do About Ghirahim

And in the meantime Dinravi and Ghirahim are having their own discussion somewhere else in the castle, partly because Eltani asked Dinravi to keep Ghirahim away from where they're discussing and partly because of course they are, it's been a lot, the last day and a half or so, between Ghirahim saving Dinravi from assassination and Dinravi punching Nightmare Demise in the face. And finding out that Ghirahim is definitely around half human now, there's also that.

There's a bit of an awkward silence, at first. It's so, so much. Ghirahim is stealing a lot of glances and Dinravi seems to be collecting himself.

And then Dinravi asks: "Can I kiss you?"

Ghirahim stares at him for a moment, eyes wide, mouth small in surprise, bright red, and then he smiles a little and looks away and says "You still don't... my prince, you don't need to ask PERMISSION to do whatever you PLEASE with me."

Dinravi goes quiet. "... Is that how it was with him? Demise?" he asks. His face is gentle and open, nonjudgmental, but Ghirahim sputters.

"Of course it was," he says, "is there a problem with that?"

Dinravi studies him. "Apparently there is," he says. "Because you're shaking."

Ghirahim jolts in horror and stares at his hands, which are indeed trembling, almost as badly as at the sight of Nightmare Demise, and he screams: "DAMN this frail useless human body!!"

Dinravi takes a step backwards, watching him, and says, "Ghirahim." And at getting his attention, he asks, "Does this mean that you came to me, tried to seduce me into conquest... Knowing that might mean you, too?"

Ghirahim stares at him for a breath, vulnerable, then looks away, frowning. "Of course I did," he says.

Dinravi sighs. "Of course you did," he echoes.

"I was FORGED for this," Ghirahim says helplessly. "To serve Master Demise, or the one who inherits from Him. Whatever that might mean."

"Ghirahim," Dinravi says gently. "You're almost half human now. I believed in your choice before, when we were thinking you entirely demon, but... Being human means getting to choose."

Ghirahim is adrift and he looks at the floor, the ceiling, out the window, and finally back at Dinravi, trying to find solid ground.

His voice is small. "Please kiss me?" he asks. Dinravi smiles and steps forward, leaning into him, brushing his lips tenderly with his own. Ghirahim whimpers and surges forward, and Dinravi puts his arms around him and steadies his stance, chuckling, soothing him, kisses him again. Ghirahim gasps as his knees buckle and he slides downward, almost ragdoll as Dinravi catches him again.

"Are you okay?!" Dinravi asks, holding him against his chest.

"I'm fine," Ghirahim whispers, hanging on for dear life. "C-can- Can we take this somewhere your MOM won't stumble on us, or worse one of the BRATS running around the castle? I'm about to become very embarrassing if we keep this up." He gives Dinravi a significant stare, face crimson. "Maybe with a bed?"

Dinravi's eyebrows shoot up. ".... Would you like me to carry you?" he finally asks.

"I think you're going to have to," Ghirahim admits.

We're going to give them some privacy. XD

[Image Description: Dinravi is tilting Ghirahim into a kiss, the sun setting through the window behind them. Ghirahim’s eyes are open but he’s pliant in Dinravi’s arms, one hand curled against his chest. Dinravi is smiling, eyes closed and his grip gentle but rather thoroughly in control of the situation. End ID.]

Back At the Sky Commune

Maurice and the other priests/monks at the Sky Temple Commune had some word of what was going on by the time Astramorus returns, and Maurice has more or less been put in charge now, in recognition of his years of service and care of the commune’s day to day.

He’s a bit annoyed at Astramorus about the whole thing, if he’s honest, which he is, but he also does care about his former superior, and once Astramorus has settled back in and the Sheikah escort is being shown around he approaches him in his quarters, finding him by the window thrown open, chin resting in his hand, looking out of place in the kind of civilian clothing Astramorus has barely worn his entire life.

“So what are you going to do with yourself, Astramorus, once the Queen’s man has decided you’ve moped around here enough?” he asks. Maurice is kind but he’s also gruff. Birds don’t tend to care about your word choices, and Maurice spends much more time with pigeons and cuccos and loftwings than with people.

Astramorus shrugs, not turning from the view of the blue sky. “Honestly Maurice, I was raised by Hylia’s Church. Mayhap I’ll find something else, but. Well, it was kind of the Queen to let me keep these quarters for more reasons than memory of my wife.”

Maurice bristles his mustache, and then he says, “You know... she stripped your rank. There’s nothing about your sentence as I read it that says you can’t start over from the beginning.”

Astramorus finally turns to him, and Maurice is struck by how... well, how much happier the other man looks. He’s lost nearly everything, and yet it’s like a great millstone’s off his neck. And Astramorus smiles:

[Image Description: “Maybe,” Astramorus says, smiling against his hand. He looks relaxed and happy, and maybe like he’s considering it seriously. The sun shines on him gently. End ID.]

What Now, Link?

And perhaps at the same time, now that he’s said his goodbyes and everything’s settled down, Marla finds Link sitting on a balcony rail of Hyrule Castle, looking out at Castle Town and looking pretty peaceful himself.

She comes up behind him and folds her arms against the rail, smiling up at him.

“So, Link, we finally got your father to listen to you,” she says, and she’s thinking of that conversation at the Shrine of the Furious God when she says it. “What now?”

Link shrugs. “I suppose I’ll stay here for a little while,” he says. He wants to see Gray recovered, and to spend more time with the Royal Family, and it’d be nice, if he’s honest, to rest a while himself. “The Queen says my mother’s family are probably still running around the continent somewhere, so I might look for them after that.” Adventuring runs in the family, apparently, because Zelda Sr. only has some idea of where his grandparents have gotten off to, only some idea of where to find his mother’s younger siblings.

“Sounds like a plan,” Marla says. She looks out at Hyrule Castle Town for a quiet moment, enjoying the sound of Link breathing.

“Do you think,” she says, “That we could take a few weeks to check back at Windfish Isle? I have this horrible suspicion that the Mayor has filled Tonbo and my house with fishing nets and I’d like to let him know to find someone else to live there before the walls take on a permanent stink.”

We’re staying with you so we should let them know goes unspoken, but Marla has known for a while she’s tying herself to Link for the rest of his life the same way she’s tied herself to Tonbo for the rest of his life, and the world’s a bit wider than it was when she and Tonbo left with Link, and if Link’s going to be in the wide world, Marla and Tonbo should be too.

And Link knows what she means. Because family means the people you don’t need so much courage around.

He smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “We can do that.”

[Image Description: Link and Marla. Link is sitting on the balcony rail while Marla is leaning on it. They’re giving one another fond smiles. The sun shines on them gently, giving the image a slightly faded look. End ID.]

#my art #loz au #loz #loz au: the courage of running away #au august #at last!!

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Fun in the Country

My version of Joachim and his BFF, Jean-Boy, at the spa in Bareges and then adjourning to one of J-B's little country properties for more typical Gascon amusements. As always, these shenanigans are seen through the viewpoint of the former Milanese contessa/current aide-de-camp. She disapproves.

Joachim Murat sent Jean a note a few days later. I’m leaving Madrid tomorrow. We should meet at Barèges. It’s a decent spa and not far from you.”

“Why would you want to visit with Prince Murat?” Mariana asked when Jean showed her the note. “You’re always scrapping about something.”

“Not always. Besides, Joachim is entertaining, even when he doesn’t mean to be.”

Mariana resigned herself to a two-day ride to the Pyrenean spa and then days of constant Gascon bragging from two masters of the genre. As rowdy as it promised to be, she hoped the change of scenery would sweep away the last of her anger. Jean had done what she insisted. He’d waved the required documents conferring the majority of his country properties to Jean-Claude under the nose of an elderly black-clad lawyer who creaked each time he moved.

“Give me an official copy,” she’d ordered the lawyer, her peremptory tone causing his furry white eyebrows to rise as his brass-rimmed spectacles slid down his nose. He should have been used to her by then, after her questions directed at him like an artillery assault had determined—finally—that he had the requisite legal acumen and ethics for the task.

“Why did you want a copy?” Jean had asked her when the lawyer scurried away, portfolio clutched tightly beneath one arm. “Don’t you trust me?”

“That’s not the problem. You won’t be here when those documents become an issue. I don’t trust anyone but myself to handle this matter properly.” And if she weren’t around, she would entrust it to one of the phalanx of attorneys who managed her affairs. After all this time with her, they were eminently trustworthy and as ruthless as the Sforzas.

Now, comfortably settled in Barèges, almost everyone drank gallons of rough red wine and told amazingly obscene stories that made Mariana cringe in embarrassment. Neither Jean nor Murat went anywhere near the spa until two days later, complaining of headaches, and by then, she hoped they would both drown. She left whenever she could to explore the neat, tiny village tucked away in a hollow of the hulking, snow-covered Pyrenees, wondering if the change of scene was worth much. She was still angry, but not for the same reasons.

“I don’t know Jean anymore. What’s come over him?” she asked Joseph one evening during a long and raucous meal.

“Given the right circumstances, men revert to a certain type. Be patient—it’ll pass.”

“I can’t imagine you behaving in such a fashion.”

“I have, but you’ve never seen it. You’ll feel better if you ignore it all.”

She couldn’t ignore anything and cringed when Jean suggested they abandon the spa for one of his country properties. “Plenty of room, much more than here. Nobody to disturb us unless we invite them,” he explained, definitely listing to one side.

Murat agreed at once. “Excellent idea, as long as there’s plenty to drink. If you know some lovely ladies to make the time pass pleasantly, be sure to invite them.”

“I’ve got enough Armagnac to put you on your imperial backside every night. As for ladies, I’ll send for as many as you like,” Jean promised in a haze of Bordeaux-inspired grandiloquence. Although the rest of their aides grinned at the prospect, Mariana was livid.

That night she sat rigidly upright in bed, every nerve quivering with anger, while Jean undressed. He wobbled as he tried to get his boots off, and she snickered at him. She hoped he would fall on his face and lie on the rough-planked floor until morning.

“What’s the matter with you?” He tossed the boots aside and fumbled with the buttons on his coat.

“How can you take Prince Murat to that refurbished abbey you bought? How can you promise to amuse him for however long he wishes and send spurious billets-doux to all the women in the countryside? Besides,” she snorted, growing angrier as she spoke, “who’d write them? I expect you’ll ask me since you can’t string three coherent words together. You do know what this makes you?”

Jean did not bother to put on his nightshirt and crawled in bed naked, collapsing against the pillows, one arm flung across his face. “I’m sure you’ll explain. My head’s splitting, so don’t take too long.”

“You’ll be an imperial procurer, in the basest sense of the phrase.”

“Humph!”

“While the prince amuses himself with whichever ladies are besotted enough to accept your invitations, you doubtless expect me to entertain you.”

“You do it anyway.”

Mariana knew neither her anger nor her disapproval would matter in the morning. Leaning over, she blew out the candles. Jean was instantly asleep, snoring gently.

“Merde alors!” She threw a pillow at him, but he never moved.

The following day, not very early, they exchanged pleasant Barèges for the rather outré former abbey of Bouillas near Lectoure. “Surely the monks had better taste than this,” Mariana said after she’d struggled with an ancient, stout wooden door and opened it onto a riotous jumble of gothic, rococo, and Louis Quinze furnishings in the refectory. “If the bedchambers are like this, I won’t be able to sleep.”

“Yes, you will,” Jean replied and led her upstairs.

“It looks like a cheap bordello,” Mariana hissed at him after half a dozen young ladies arrived, as promised, the next evening, “and now it smells like one. I hope the ghosts of the poor, dispersed monks haunt you.”

He grinned at her over the nearly bare shoulder of a blonde in a primrose satin gown determined to charm him, one way or another. Stifling an impulse to slap them both, Mariana stalked out of the refectory and up the stairs.

She sat on the bed in their chamber, full of the most opulently overdone furnishings imaginable. There was scarcely enough room to walk from the door to the bed to the clothes-press to the recessed windows with their thick, wavy glass without bumping into a piece of furniture or a low stool or tripping on the layers of Turkey carpets covering the dark wooden floor. She ignored the assaults on her senses, balled her hands into fists, and swore that this nonsense would end in the next hour or she’d pack up and leave. The muscles in her neck and shoulders tight from anger, she didn’t care what Murat or Joseph or Marcellin or anyone else did where she could see or hear them. But she refused to spend another moment watching overdressed, painted, and perfumed women fawn over Jean. “I’ll put them in their places,” she muttered, sliding off the bed, “and if it causes an uproar, as well as the end of my military career, so be it.”

Mariana yanked off her boots and tossed them in the corner. She stripped off sash, coat, waistcoat, and neckcloth, throwing them across a chair. With an impatient jerk, she removed her shirt and untied the bands across her breasts, shook her hair free of its heavy braid, and ran her fingers through it, coaxing it into its usual waves and curls. After rummaging through her trunk and Jean’s, she deliberately omitted her lace-trimmed drawers and pulled on a clean pair of tight doeskin breeches, silk stockings, and flat-heeled shoes. She took one of his shirts, the cotton batiste so soft it clung to her skin. She thought about dipping the shirt in cold water and then putting it on, as Thérèse Tallien had done with her muslin gowns during the wilder days of the Directory. Instead, she left the laces undone and tied her sash low on her hips, the heavy fringed ends swinging gracefully as she walked. She found her emerald and diamond earrings tied in the corner of a handkerchief and put them on, pleased with the way they sparkled and swayed, unconcerned with the incongruity of fine jewelry and her motley attire. Creeping down the hall and into a chamber occupied by one of the female guests, she splashed herself with perfume from a cut crystal bottle. “About what I expected,” she said, wrinkling her nose at the heavy scent of ambergris.

Mariana descended the stairs, hoping the worn treads wouldn’t creak. No one noticed her until she had sauntered halfway across the room and shoved the primrose-clad woman’s soft, bejeweled hand from Jean’s arm.

“This one belongs to me,” she said, ignoring the woman’s stunned expression and the sudden quiet in the room. Mariana perched on Jean’s knee, buried her hands in his hair, and kissed him until she ran out of breath.

“You’ve been a fool, keeping this beautiful creature hidden from the world,” Murat said. “Ma foi, I think you’ve outdone Masséna. Where’d you find her?”

“It’s a very long story,” Jean said. “I can’t tell you right now.”

Mariana enjoyed watching him squirm, although not from the prince’s comments. “What’s the matter, mon cher? Are your breeches too tight?” She nipped at his ear. “You probably shouldn’t stand up.”

“The hell I won’t!” Jean pushed her off his knee, stood abruptly, and grasped her wrist so tightly that she winced. He strode from the room, pulling her along to the sound of Murat’s approving whistle.

...and you can imagine the rest if you like. I remember laughing the entire time I spent writing the entire scene, pleased that I'd pretty well nailed it. Nothing like real historical people having sex, is there?

#joachim murat #Jean-Boy #country life #teenage boys

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