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thunderfox85 · 3 years

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The Thunder Breaking In Your Heart

Raiden x F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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whatifxwereyou · 3 years

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The Oncoming Storm Part 20: Koi Hitoyo

Liu Kang x Reader and Kung Lao x Reader (gonna do both, two paths!)

Time to commit a little B&E, no big deal... probably.

This chapter is a bit longer than the others, had fun with it tho. Been crunching w/ writing to try and get enough written before I go out of town next week. Should keep me sane while I'm traveling, hopefully! Also all the titles for the Lao chapters (except blackout) are acid black cherry songs. They were my vibe for this part. Back to Liu on Thursday. Miss that guy.

Part 19 Part 21 Chapter Index

Kung Lao carefully shook your shoulder to wake you up. You fluttered your eyes open and wiped the sleepiness out of them. The sky was dark, and the stars were remarkably bright. You admired the way they twinkled, and the subtlety of the colors sprinkled throughout the darkness. You felt a little guilty for falling asleep but also felt much better. Apparently, you’d been exhausted.

“The coast is clear, I think.” Kung Lao whispered. The sneaking had already begun. The silence of the night was overwhelming, and it felt odd to break it. “The rest of the visitors left a little bit after you fell asleep. There’s been no sound or light since then. They put out the lanterns and all is still.”

“Did I sleep too long? I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“I can be emotionally draining, I’m told, so I figured you needed it.” He shrugged and you nudged him as you had grown to do affectionately. He looked tired, too. Even if he said it was fine, you felt bad for falling asleep. He could have easily woken you up, though. It had been nice of him to let you rest. The confusion that had overwhelmed you earlier could be put aside for the time being. You had work to do. A goal to focus on.

“They didn’t even close the gate.” You felt suddenly guilty about this too. Breaking into a sacred place felt wrong but you had to get whatever it was that creature had hidden in the well. If you had just talked to the monks about this like you’d wanted to then you would have likely had permission to take a look but no. Instead, you’d gone with elaborate fake date ruse.

“I don’t imagine they expect to be robbed.”

“Please don’t phrase it that way.”

“I don’t imagine they expect to be respectfully intruded upon.”

“Better.”

Kung Lao’s high spirits helped your mood. You really did enjoy spending time with him even if he drove you completely up the wall. You snuck back inside the gates and Kung Lao slipped an arm around your waist very suddenly.

“Don’t panic.”

“I wasn’t going to, but you do know the fake date portion of this adventure is over, right?”

“I’m just going to get us a bit closer. Lots of flat ground to cover. Easily spotted.” He took his hat off and threw it toward the shrine where it whizzed through the air. Then with a flicker of motion, you felt the floor open beneath you and you were consumed by white light and fell. You closed your eyes tight and when you opened them again, you were popping back up out of the ground with a leap. Kung Lao had jumped right back into his hat. He released your and tucked the strap back beneath his chin. You watched him for a moment with reverence. That was awesome. If you could travel like that then you would never stop. Remarkable. You’d traveled by both lightning and hat today.

You walked up the steps to the shrine, careful to be as quiet as possible. Kung Lao pushed the doors open and winced. They hadn’t locked it. This felt wrong, incredibly morally wrong. You had to remind yourself that whatever that wicked man had hidden there, he had done so with malintent. Removing it would be a good thing for them and the shrine.

There was nary a soul in sight even as you sat and listened within the entry room. There were no footsteps beyond, not even a single candle was lit within. The monks, if they were still awake, were much further within the shrine, leaving this area to them. You slid the door to the next room open. The central corridor. It made the pit in your stomach open back up.

When you closed your eyes, you tried to recall the vision without allowing it to consume you. You blindly grasped for Kung Lao’s hand which he offered you. Then you walked to the point where you recalled the creature walking to before he’d placed the mysterious ringing something into the well. The ground beneath the man was dirt. It seemed so obvious now that it had been built over.

The ringing in your vision began and so you opened your eyes to be free of it. Kung Lao had let you take the lead but had stayed at your side. You were standing right before the dip in the floor that had been cleared out for the evening. There had been a kotatsu there earlier. Now it was just wooden floorboards, and a few rolled up tatami mats.

Kung Lao let go of your hand and then stepped into the dip and crouched, brushing his fingers over the seams in the wood. His fingertips caught a circular latch, and he pulled a sizable hatch upward. You walked around the hatch and helped him set the lid back quietly. You waited for any sign of movement in the corridors branching off but you were utterly alone.

“You’re not gonna like this.” Kung Lao leapt into the hatch. You joined him and sighed. More wooden flooring. Great.

“Well, at least it’ll be an easy fix?” You shrugged. Kung Lao nodded. You appreciated that you were working together to try and justify your actions. Together you pried up the floorboards one at a time, careful of the sound it made. Sure enough, just beneath the boards, was an old, short stone well. It reminded you of something from a horror movie. Worse than that, the air felt wrong. You got the worst feeling in your stomach. Kung Lao shivered as if he could sense something too. You cleared the area of boards and then stepped together onto the dirt surrounding the well. “This is it.” The words made you shiver as they left your mouth.

“It doesn’t look terribly deep. I can see the bottom from here. Little bit of water though which will be gross.”

“I’ll do it. This was my vision.”

“No, you’re too short.” He tapped the top of your head playfully.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”

“I’m going to have to insist that you don’t go into the spooky well after almost throwing yourself into the blood lake. Too many horror movie things happening to you today.”

“I can’t argue with you on that.”

Kung Lao grasped the side of the well and then lowered himself inside. He made a face of disgust as his feet slapped into the water, but it barely went up to his ankle. The well was only a little bit taller than he was, thankfully. He could very easily pull himself out of if something went wrong.

He crouched and searched the water. You were grateful that it wasn’t you down there. “I found something” With a heave he pulled it free of the mud. “Heavier than I expected it to be.” He lifted an old, wet, bronze bell about a foot in length. It had intricate carvings all along the sides but was so covered with muck that you couldn’t make any of them out. Kung Lao held it out for you to take. You did and then Kung Lao grasped the edge of the well and began to pull himself up.

But when you picked up the bell there was a hollow, sad ringing. Silence fell very suddenly and quickly, as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. You and Kung Lao had just enough time to exchange a worried glance before there was an earsplitting pop and you were both thrown from the well and the hole that you’d made in the floor. You ducked low and managed to roll back only a few feet from the well, but Kung Lao was thrown ass over tea kettle right through the door that you’d carefully slid closed on your way in.

“Lao!” You shouted but didn’t turn away from the well, holding the bell tight to you.

“I’m okay!” He yelled from somewhere behind you.

There was a sticky sounding thud and you dared to get to your feet and peer over the edge of the dip in the floor and to the well. A huge hand with four claws grasped the side of the well, followed by another. The creature that followed was dripping in something sticky, thick, and brown. It smelled like tar. With a spit-slinging roar, it swung its arms wildly and the tar shifted and stretched before becoming hooked swords that the creature grasped. Oh. A monster. Was this really happening?

“Kung Lao?” You said nervously. “It’s got shang gou!” There was no more sneaking. Clutching the bell, you stepped back cautiously and braced yourself to be ready to dodge. The creature leapt out of the hole and landed with another roar. You leapt out of its range as it sliced toward you. It leapt over you and you ducked and rolled as the blades crashed into the wooden floor behind you. The bell was cradled against your chest. You yelped as the creature smashed its foot into the ground, destroying the wood beneath it and sending you rattling to the side.

This was fine. Everything was fine.

You just had to fight a huge tar monster without any hands.

Great.

You ducked beneath the blades as they swung at you again and then kicked the creature but it grasped your foot and lifted you into the air, throwing you clear to the back of the room. You crashed into the wood and smacked onto the floor with a wheeze. The wind was knocked out of you but what was worse was the ringing of the bell.

It rang and rang and rang and it hurt your ears terribly. You shouted to try and drown out the sound but nothing you did helped. You forced yourself to your feet and found that the bell had not only hurt your ears but across the way, Kung Lao was crouched, holding his ears and the tar creature was swatting the air arounds its head to try and chase off the sound.

The ringing began to fade, and you could get up. Your ears felt like they were bleeding. You grasped the clapper within the bell to keep it from ringing again. Then you circled around the creature to get a better angle at it. Kung Lao threw his hat and the blade sliced clean through the creature’s arm and it howled in agony. The hat returned to him, and he twisted and slipped it back on his head then fluidly changed stances and waited for his next opportunity to strike.

As he rushed the creature with a flip through the air, the arm he’d cut off had been replaced with a stretch of tar. Kung Lao ducked but was knocked back and then grabbed and thrown again through the doors to the entryway, through the front door and outside. If you hadn’t been worried about him then you might have laughed.

You hurried past the creature, bell clutched close and tried to rush to his aid. The creature grasped at you, then swung its one remaining blade. You rolled beneath its grasp and tucked the bell beneath your arm and shook out your right hand. You could do this, you just had to not overthink it. Much to your surprise, as if drawing a line with a quill, there was a swell of ink and the jian appeared in your right hand. You swung it at the ready and turned toward the creature, bracing yourself.

It roared again and rushed toward you with its remaining blade. You knocked the blade to the side and twirled out of the way before slicing through the creature’s stomach. Tar bubbled out of the wound and dripped onto the floor in piles of sludge, but the creature wasn’t slowed. You ducked beneath its swing and when you struck again the creature grasped your blade and pulled you closer, your feet sliding against the floor like it was nothing.

The creature yelled in your face and with a yell back, you pulled the blade through its flesh but it swung and backhanded you so hard that you were thrown back. You rolled back to your feet but the creature jumped just in front of you and you lost your balance and kept your desperate grasp on the bell and your jian.

You leapt back but were grabbed around the throat and lifted off your feet. The jian abandoned you and you grasped at the tarry hand to try and pull free. The smell was horrendous and the bell was ringing, muted, beneath your arm. You thrashed and kicked, trying to twist at pressure points, but the creature wasn’t weak the way that people would usually be. Your vision blurred and spots formed before your eyes. You tried to will anything to come of your arcana, anything. Liu had said he thought you could perform mimicry. This would have been a great time for that hat to come whizzing by to save you but there was no sign of Kung Lao.

Shit! Was he okay? You lifted the bell enough to let it free and cried out in agony at the sound. The creature hashed its maw and swung its free hand to try and rid itself of it. The ringing was horrible and if you didn’t get away soon, you were going to pass out.

Then something tore through the creature’s arm, black and spinning. You fell to the ground with a thud and the hand dripped into a pile of ooze. You scooted back, ears still ringing as you stopped the clapper inside the bell to silence it. You scrambled to your feet and tore the sash around your waist before hastily wrapping it around the clapper to keep it from ringing again.

You stumbled back, still struggling for breath, throat sore but the something that had cut through the arm of the creature now stood in front of you.

Your eyes went wide and you stared, dumbfounded.

Kung Lao.

Except it wasn’t Kung Lao.

You’d made him out of ink and it had saved you. The ink Lao swung his hat deftly and kept the creature at bay in front of you. How had you done it? That was definitely your arcana but it moved with a mind of its own, in a way that was incredibly familiar to you. You had manifested a creature who could mimic what you knew of Kung Lao which was far more Wing Chun than you’d expected. You mentally thanked your father for that.

You backed up with the bell and let the ink construct keep the creature at bay as it tried to get to you. The room had been torn to shreds. Walls ruined, floor cracked. It looked like a tornado had blown through it. You went to search of Kung Lao but he came to you before you got far, right through the floor, twisting with his hat in a haze of white light. He readied his stance but stopped in surprise at the sight of a shadow of him fighting the beast. He turned toward you and you saw blood dripping down the side of his face but he also looked impressed.

“Huh.” He didn’t wait long to jump back in the fray, fighting alongside his shadow self which you allowed to cooperate with him. Or at least you hoped you did. You weren’t familiar with this yet.

You backed up, bell still in your arms and willed the ink to duck and move and found that you could take control of it to better cooperate with Kung Lao. The tar creature was smashing wildly throughout the shrine, jumping at them, and slashing with its remaining sword. Both versions of Kung Lao were fighting deftly against the monster, and you couldn’t help but think that it was just like a scene out of one of those movies you loved.

The ink Kung Lao was grabbed by the creature, but it was enough of a distraction for the real Kung Lao. He kicked the creature back and the ink version escaped and swept the creature’s feet from beneath it. With a deft spin through the air, hat in hand, Kung Lao sliced the creature across its middle and leapt over its head. The ink lifted the creature and threw it back toward the well.

In a spray of light, Kung Lao had teleported to where the creature landed and with a throw and a flourish, his hat tore through the tar monster and exploded out the other side. The creature couldn’t keep up with them both and stumbled between attack after attack. Then it crumbled into a bubbling heap, losing all form. Holding onto the ink form of Kung Lao was exhausting but you did it, making it back up in case the creature took form again.

But it didn’t, instead it swelled and spread, pulsing, throbbing as though a horrible heart lay beneath it. You released your arcana as Kung Lao looked back to you with sudden urgency.

“Run.” He shouted and started toward you. “Run!” He disappeared in a spray of light as you turned to run and emerged right behind you. He grabbed you but you didn’t get to disappear with his magic before the tarry remains of the monster that had protected the bell exploded in a brilliant blast and a spray of tar. You were thrown with such force that you were blown through the remains of the doors and down the steps of the shrine and onto the stone pathway.

You rolled to a stop on the stone, Kung Lao lying on top of you. Tar rained from the sky, splattering you and the surrounding path. You cradled the bell beneath your arm and stared back at the shrine as if waiting for the creature to come after you again but nothing did. You leaned your head back on the stone with a thud.

“You okay?” Kung Lao was out of breath and scraped up all to hell. The cut on his forehead was swollen and bleeding freely. His sleeve and side had been torn to shreds. He had been thrown through several doors, you supposed.

“Yeah.” You laughed in disbelief. “You? You look… worse for wear.”

“I’m okay, I think? Blood is dripping into my eye which is annoying.” His eye was bloodshot and irritated. You wiped the blood away from his forehead carefully with your sleeve, redirecting the flow of it down the side of his face. “Thanks. Is it bad?”

“No. Looks worse than it is.”

He relaxed on top of you and set his hat to the side, resting his forehead against your shoulder with a grunt. “Did you make me out of ink?”

“It appears that yes, yes I did.”

“How?”

“That is a good and interesting question that I do not have the answer to.”

“Why me? Of all things?” He turned his gaze to the shrine as though worried that thing would come after you again. You had a feeling that it was gone.

“I don’t know. I panicked and realized you weren’t there so… and then you were there except I had made you?”

Kung Lao watched you and you felt suddenly nervous that you’d made him out of ink. You hadn’t thought about it. You hadn’t even considered that you could do anything that dramatic with your arcana! You’d just been grateful that something had knocked you free of that thing’s choking grasp. You had expected him to tease you or taunt you for choosing him to come to your rescue but instead his scraped hand engulfed your cheek and he kissed you. Passionately at that.

You dropped the bell and it thankfully didn’t ring. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders without thinking. Even though he tasted both like blood and sulfur, his lips also felt wonderful. You had so much adrenaline pumping through you after everything, there was no listening to the inner-voice that screamed you had promised to stop kissing them. You laughed against his lips, feeling the split in the bottom of your lower lip. It stung against his lips but you wouldn’t stop him, not for the world.

His hand gripped at the sash on your side, the other lost in your hair and you widened your mouth to invite a much more intimate kiss. Fingers at your side, he adjusted so his knees were on either side of you, straddling you and then suddenly he stopped.

There were feet next to you and suddenly you could hear the rushing of many other feet too.

“Is everyone okay?” The monk next to you yelled and Kung Lao pushed up on his hand, turning to look at the one closest to you.

You turned your gaze too. There were monks running from the other half of the shrine, rushing into the room that you had more than desecrated. You had destroyed it. Standing next to you was none other than the monk who had caught you earlier in the central room. Great. That wasn’t awkward at all.

“What happened here? Are you okay?” It was remarkable that he cared about your wellbeing.

You laughed nervously and looked to Kung Lao who had smoothed his lips out into a thin line. Monks were running past you to assess the damage. The monk offered Kung Lao a hand to help him up which he took. “We were uh… making out?” You gritted your teeth as you leaned up on your elbows. Kung Lao laughed, bending over with his hands on his knees. Even the monk laughed with you. Kung Lao then offered you his hand and you took it and stood, picking up the bell as you went. The monk was looking to you expectantly for the real story of what had happened.

“First of all, we’re sorry.” Kung Lao dusted off your shoulder and you swatted his hand away. There was a scrape on your forearm and your lip was bleeding but otherwise you thought you were okay. Your neck would probably be bruised. All things considered, it could have gone worse. “This is a long story…” You were grateful for Kung Lao’s charm as he explained to the monks why you had come there, sent by Lord Raiden from the Shaolin Order of Light in search of a hidden object they believed to be in their temple. You’d tried not to disturb anyone but the chaos that had come with finding the object was something that took you by surprise.

He said it in a very engaging and interesting way, but you tuned in and out of it. You knew the story and your ears were still throbbing after tangling with the bell. It was soothing to listen to Kung Lao talk and even more so to hear the truth even if he was vague with private details concerning your reasons.

You held out the bell for the monks to examine but none of them seemed eager to touch it. “We have sensed evil here for years. It has been written about in our logs for centuries. We have searched for the source and cleansed often but the evil has persisted. I believe that this is the source of it.” You exchanged a knowing look with Kung Lao. You were suddenly uncomfortable holding the bell. “This dotaku has a heavy curse upon it.”

“Oh, good. I’m glad that I’m holding it.”

Several monks came to you and set down a few cloths, doused in water. They instructed you to set down the bell in the center and then wrapped it up, leaving your torn sash around the clapper. They tucked some of the cloth into the hollow part of the bell. Then they prayed around it before offering it back to you.

“Sorry about the mess.”

“We will rebuild. It is worth it to have gotten rid of the curse lying beneath our temple. We’re grateful.” The monk bowed but most of the other monks were continuing to assess the damage. You had been worried about a few floorboards and instead you’d destroyed an entire section of the temple. So much for discretion.

“We really are sorry.” Kung Lao bowed apologetically.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. We’re grateful to be rid of this dotaku. Make certain that it’s kept out of the wrong hands.”

“We will.”

“Also, one more request?”

“Anything.” Kung Lao bowed again.

“Never come back. Please.” The monk looked to you scoldingly. You laughed and then covered your mouth before bowing apologetically. “We’ve arranged for a ride that will take you back to town.”

“We’re very grateful.” Kung Lao offered you his arm and you took it, exhausted. The monk gestured toward the path that would take you away and then waved before turning back to his comrades and assessing the damage. You and Kung Lao walked down the path to the front gates where you could see headlights approaching. Silently you stood, waiting, and the longer you stood there, the more difficult it became for you to keep a straight face.

An old sedan pulled to a stop in front of you. The driver looked at you in surprise and then turned his gaze immediately. Kung Lao burst into laughter. You did the same, burying your face against his shoulder, holding the bell close to your chest. It hurt to laugh but god that had been such a chaotic mess. Kung Lao opened the back door of the sedan for you and you climbed in. He slid in after you.

“…back to town?” The driver seemed both concerned and as though he didn’t want to get involved.

“Folkloro Ominato, please.” Kung Lao managed to stifle his laughter and rested his hat in his lap. Then he leaned his head back against the seat as the driver started down the road. You sat listening to the quiet hum of the talk radio the driver had on. “At least we don’t have to walk six miles back to the hotel.”

“Kung Lao, could that have gone worse?”

“Yes. It could have. We’re alive and clothed, Y/N. That’s a win.” Kung Lao closed his left eye as blood dripped into it again. Poor guy’s forehead was swollen, hair soaked in blood. You tore more of your sash and patted at the blood above his eye. He watched you curiously and you avoided his gaze since he was trying to catch it. You didn’t need another tense moment. You were sore and exhausted. Kung Lao grabbed your wrist and stopped you from dabbing at his wound. You didn’t fight him but turned your gaze down.

He brushed his thumb over the back of your hand, then lifted it to his lips, letting them brush against the back of your knuckles. They were scraped, the back of your index finger bleeding. His lips pressed just next to the wound as the sedan came to a stop just in front of your hotel. Kung Lao didn’t let go of your hand even as the driver got out and opened the door for you.

You pulled your hand back reluctantly. Kung Lao got out of the car and you followed him. You offered some money to the driver for the trip and the late hour. He bowed his thanks and then got back into his car and left. Thankfully, because of how late it was, there were only a few employees in the hotel lobby. You were stared at as you entered the hotel, bloodied and filthy, but no one stopped to talk to you.

Kung Lao redirected you to the elevator instead of the stairs and once inside, you both leaned against the back wall, exhausted. Your rooms were closer to the stairwell, but the trek was still easier than four flights of stairs after the day that you’d had. Your legs were dragging. You probably would have slept in the stairwell if you’d decided to go that way. You stood in front of the doors to your adjacent rooms for a long time. Kung Lao leaned against his door and watched you. You opened the door to your room, both exhausted and wired. It felt weird to be without him after being joined at the hip for most of the day.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep. Want to clean up and come back to my room? Hang out?” He looked you over, eyes lingering on the torn sash and then the scrape that had ripped your sleeve.

“That depends.” You leaned against the door frame and watched him.

“On what?”

“Whether or not hang out is a euphemism, Kung Lao.”

He laughed. “No, it’s not a euphemism. I may have noticed when we checked in that they have a few martial arts films to rent. Figured we could put one on and just… be. Feeling nostalgic after spending today with you.” Kung Lao’s serious moments were going to kill you. If this was, in fact, a serious moment. It was beginning to feel like another moment of him manipulating the truth. You narrowed your eyes at him but he kept his on your feet. How could you say no to him? Especially when he was bloodied up the way he was. Would you have been able to sleep anyway? It would have been easier if you had just gotten one room with two beds. This was your fault for insisting that you had separate spaces to stay in.

“I’d like that. I just need to clean up a little.” You nodded toward your room.

“Yeah, me too. I’m a bloody mess.”

“You really are.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” He winked and then walked into his room. You heaved a sigh and then did the same. You placed the bell down and cleaned up. Some of the new clothing was ruined already, but it had served its purpose. You checked on your side to make sure it was still closed up tight and thankfully it was. In fact, it looked much better. You were scraped on your shoulder, your lip was swollen, and your throat was bruised, but other than that you’d made it off easy. Changing into some more of your new clothes, you picked up the bell and brought it back with you to Kung Lao’s room.

He had the door still open a crack and you knocked to make sure he was decent. That was all this day needed was for you to walk in on Kung Lao naked or something. You shook off the thought. “I’m clothed.” He called to you as though he could read your mind. You stepped into his room and closed the door behind you. It occurred to you now that you could just return to Raiden’s Temple. But sleep would do you some good and Kung Lao hadn’t mentioned it so you wouldn’t either.

Kung Lao was holding a cloth over the scrape on his side, having changed into clean pants. He offered you a wave as he fiddled with the remote with his other hand. you joined him and took the cloth from his side and tended to the scrape there. “You need to get these looked at.”

“No.” He spoke flatly. “Any preference for these movies?”

“I’m serious, Kung Lao.”

“I’m fine, Y/N. Just wrap it up and I’ll deal with it when we get back to the temple.”

“Why do you hate taking care of yourself so much?”

“Do you have a preference or not?” He yawned. “I’m just picking one.” He put on one of the movies and set down the remote by the television before sitting on the bed. You sat next to him and wrapped the wound up as he had asked. You hoped he took care of it otherwise he could be in trouble. You’d remind him in the morning.

Then Kung Lao laid on the bed on his back, staring at the ceiling. You discarded the cloth and set the bell next to the television. Then you did the same and laid next to him. You sat, listening to the sounds of the movie which was not one you recognized but was still familiar and comforting.

You could feel him watching you again but kept your gaze on the ceiling. If he had something to say then he would say it. Either that or he would just stare at you. You reached for his hand blindly and gave it a squeeze. You’d had one hell of a day. Anything that you’d argued about, left unsaid, or had said too much of could wait for another time. For now, you were at peace. You’d gotten what you’d come there for and that was what mattered.

Holding his hand, you drifted to sleep next to him.

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secret-engima · 4 years

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I really love your Trio of WoL's cause they're all great. I'm just here to tell you that.

hgfdgh thank you. I’m not sure what to do with them yet because I know so little of FFXIV and Noctis being in the AU makes it ... easy to accidentally take away their spotlight in my head, but I still love them and can’t wait to play around with them in drabbles and stuff. XD

More random HCs about them for lols:

-Arasen is a pickpocket. Who knows where he picked up the skill but he did and he loves using it to prank people. If you’re a jerk you’ll probably magically lose whatever valuables are in your pockets/on your person. If you’re poor, or just a really nice person, random nice things from candies to shiny things will magically appear in your pockets.

-Will climb the nearest available high surface at the earliest opportunity because he is Smol and he likes being able to see.

-Not afraid to sic Cotota on people.

-Cotota will eventually be both a White Mage and a Monk. For these reasons, no one knows how or why she has the random collection of weapon that she has. She has no training in them. Cotota. Cotota why do you need that giant sword. Cotota where did you get a Japanese war fan the size of Arasen (think Madara’s war fan from Naruto). Cotota no put that down. (She will not put it down, she will gleefully smack you over the head with anything in her collection because her staff is for channeling magic, not cracking skulls, and she’s tired of washing blood off her shoes from kicking people).

-Is actually a Really Good Singer. Very nice voice. Only willingly sings for her siblings and Trusted People tho. That epic opening song of Realm Reborn? Answers? Yeah she could totally be the one singing that if you ever somehow bribed her into being onstage and Loud.

-Is still debating on whether or not she should kiss Thancred or kick him through a wall. Why those extremes? Because Cotota Logic™ says that if you really love someone you cuddle them because large amounts of physical contact indicates trust. If you only LIKE them then you perform minimal contact. Lips are small. Ergo, kissing. Unless you aren’t trustworthy, in which case a foot to the gut that sends you through a wall is still a relatively small area of physical contact and is Very Good at making her point for her.

-She thinks Y’shtola is Cool™.

-Temulun likes girly things. Doesn’t indulge in them often, but she really likes girly things. She is also the only person who can get Cotota to consent to a pretty bow tied around one of her ears (or anywhere near her person in general Cotota has an Image™ to maintain).

-Probably has a crush on Thancred. Does not act on it because she can tell he’s a flirt and she doesn’t quite trust that, and also because she likes Thancred and doesn’t want him to be murdered via Overprotective Siblings.

-As both an Archanist (I think that’s the right class) and later a Summoner, she loves her Carbuncles. Dotes on them. Pretty bbys. So fluffy.

-Never let this girl unsupervised in a library. If you do, don’t expect to see her again for another 48 hours, and even then its only because you’ve tracked her down and found her Fortress of Books that she’s huddled inside, slowly working her way through each one with a Carbuncle in her lap.

#SE asks #blackcherrybombbomb asks #Troublesome Trio #Secret Engima Rambles #Breathe (the Dawn Rises) verse #Cotota (OC)#Arasen (OC)#Temulun (OC)#ffxiv

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somuchkdrama · 6 years

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My Girlfriend is a Gumiho

Episodes 3 & 4

Dae Woong the Man-Child

@rocknghorss: Daewoong is such a frustrating man-child!!! I get that Miho is.. screwing up his game with noona but why can't he treat her more nicely?

@dramajib: I think he's being plenty nice as it is actually. Like he could just ditch her entirely, but he's put up with her (until now anyway). Mostly out of fear, but still. It's not just noona she's screwing up for him, basically since he met her he's got no money, can't go home for (misguided) fear of her eating his family, he's discovered that most of his friends were fake friends..

rocknghorss: I know :( I'm just biased...

dramajib: Ahahahaha aren't we all.

That whole ship thing at the end of episode 3 took me by surprise though, I was like... Dae Woong is a selfish manchild, sure, but he hasn't been MEAN up to this point. And that was really mean

rocknghorss: it was! He'd had a pretty disappointing day, but still, that was downright mean. I guess from his point of view, everything was Miho's fault. So why not? Especially since as far as he knows, the water can't actually hurt her.

dramajib: It's awful. I hope he gets very contrite and fixes it somehow. Preferably NOT by diving in the water and swimming after the boat and getting pneumonia

rocknghorss: Lol.

The Greatest Love Story: Aunt and Elevator Guy

rocknghorss: Speaking of fixing things, I like how Miho is inadvertently fixing Daewoong's relationship with his Grandpa

dramajib: And helping his aunt and the elevator guy

rocknghorss: Oh yes lol. Although! I was a bit confused about why elevator guy thought that aunt was married?

dramajib: In the previous episode, when she runs away cos she thinks his daughter is his gf, he sees her standing in front of the mannequin at the men's underwear section of the department store, and when the sales woman asks her if she's buying undies for her husband she says yes, cos embarrassed

rocknghorss: Oh. I'm glad you remembered, b/c I was completely lost. That said, I was quite amused just how EXTRA they both are. The soft lit sunset behind elevator man as he was (I guess) wallowing in despair was ridiculous and I loved it.

dramajib: It's so cheesy I can't stand it but I also simultaneously love it

Dramajib Goes Off On Noona

dramajib: Kristin have you finished episode 3? I haven't watched 4 yet but I have an itch to talk about noona and all her noona issues

rocknghorss: I’m down for discussing noona (and continuing to call everyone by their title rather than their name for the rest of the drama lol) whenever

dramajib: Hahaha sorry I'm just useless with names!

rocknghorss: No worries Ekta :) It’s all good! I can’t be bothered to learn names of characters nowadays... I’m too lazy

rocknghorss: I was wishing the other day that Seunggi’s character had a shorter name lol

@triangularlily: Doesn't Miho just call him Woong a lot of the time?

rocknghorss: Ooh you’re right. Kristin you’re awesome. My thumbs thank you lol

triangularlily: Hahaha you’re welcome.

<note: at this point some of us hadn’t yet finished watching episode 4…>

dramajib: Since we're all done with three: KRISTIN, I TAKE BACK everything I said about noona. What a cunt!

rocknghorss: LOL

triangularlily: LMAO EKTA.

triangularlily: Like she is horrible but I kind of like her actually? When she is tired of waiting for Woong so she just drives away??

rocknghorss: Man-child Woong and Noona kinda deserve each other right now…

triangularlily: I guess I like that she isn’t like bending over backwards to get the guy like a lot of second leads do she is like super confident and scheming about it instead. But maybe I will take back my words too cause I really don’t remember her character at all

dramajib: I was SO PISSED with noona's dress scheme in episode 3, hence my indignation. Like, fine, I was all on her side at first because it IS ridiculous the way Dae Woong is behaving out of the blue and not giving legit reasons. I did love how she drove away.

But when she pulled the dress thing, when she KNEW she wasn't wearing that dress, and she let him lose his chance at auditioning, she lost me as a fan cos that's just cruel. You know this is the big break he's been working towards, and if you really cared about him you wouldn't sabotage that just to throw shade on your competition

rocknghorss: I both hated and enjoyed her pettiness. Just like Kristin said, I kinda liked that unlike many “villainous” second female leads, she was unrepentantly nasty to her “competition” and wasn’t shy about it. I hated it of course, because it was just gross and had the consequence of more meanness thrown Miho’s way

<...some time later…>

dramajib: Okay I just finished episode 4, and I'm wavering again about Noona. Like, everything she says to Dae Woong about wanting him to be clear about his feelings is totally valid and fair. But the way she behaves about getting this lead role in the film is horrendous - and I don't quite understand why she calls him when she finds out that Mi Ho is the girl elevator guy had his eyes on

Hip Hop Guy, Guest Starring Ma Wang

dramajib: I am epicly confused by incongruent hip hop ost second male lead's deal. Is he just trying to restore balance? Kill Mi Ho? Steal her bead? Is he falling in love with her? Like what is going on there

rocknghorss: I’m watching 4 now. When you guys watched it did it seem like the monk knew that hip-hop guy was some sort of Demon Hunter/supernatural being?

triangularlily: Hmmm idk like he seemed very matter of fact about it like oh u can put the fox back nice!

rocknghorss: Right? It was kind of weird but I guess if the monk does actually believe in a nine tailed fox, why wouldn’t he believe that some random veterinarian could bring the fox back to the painting? Lol

dramajib: I love that his name is now hip hop guy. We’re so good at naming characters

rocknghorss: Lol. We are

dramajib: But didn’t Mi Ho call him a fake monk?

rocknghorss: Ooh, you’re right! But maybe that was supposed to be an insult, since he’s been keeping her captive in the painting?

dramajib: Yeah, that’s what I thought at first too. Also cos he keeps telling her story potentially incorrectly?

triangularlily: Oh true yeah

dramajib: Maybe hip hop guy gave them the painting in the first place? Cos he also gave them to the temple dog to guard it?

rocknghorss: I don’t know guys. Hip-hop guy’s backstory is the most confusing so far

dramajib: Right?? Cos I’m like.. Who even is this guy? He’s been passing as human since before Mi Ho got trapped in the painting, which means the girl he killed was even before that, so is he like in exile now? Is he good? Bad? On a different moral scale altogether?

triangularlily: I’m really trying to remember but can’t

dramajib: lol not the most memorable villain I guess. If he even counts as a villain.

triangularlily: I think he’s technically the second male lead lol

rocknghorss: Hm. Maybe he’s being punished like in Hwayugi. The way Iron Fan was?

dramajib: Oh noooo the Iron Fan thing was TRAGIC I don’t want to sit through that again!! Ma Wang being mopey in his little throne room ugh

rocknghorss: Ugh yeah. Everything about Hwayugi was tragic.

dramajib: Well not everything. Ma Wang’s fashion gave me life

triangularlily: Lmao

rocknghorss: Lolol Fashion was good, it’s true. But how is he the second lead if he’s trying to kill/capture Miho is what I want to know

triangularlily: Lmao

dramajib: Well he loved Mi Ho’s lookalike, so I can see him starting to grow fond of Mi Ho. And like, try to keep spiritual beings together instead of letting her fraternize with humans

triangularlily: Yeah I think its something that develops and maybe we should talk more after u finish 4 Marie

triangularlily: Cause there is some development in that area in ep 4

rocknghorss: Ah. Oky doky!

<...some more time later…>

rocknghorss: I finally finished episode 4 you guys! And started episode five!

rocknghorss: And I find it super cute that the way the audience is supposed to know Miho is falling in ~love~ is that she wants to feed/eat with Woong, not just freeload off him

dramajib: I love her interaction with the neighbourhood mean girl ahjumma. And the whole hunting down coupons thing

rocknghorss: Yes! Mean girl ahjumma was hilarious. Her voice was perfect lol

dramajib: Did finishing episode 4 give you any further insight into hip-hop guy?

rocknghorss: Ehhh. Hip hop guy is pitiful. I’d like to understand why his role appears to be “monster hunter” because that was still not cleared up unless I missed something. But I can definitely see why he’s billed as the second male lead. He’s got it bad for her, in his own way

dramajib: I assume we get more of his back story? Because as it stands, it seems like the way he's hunting her down is probably the big plot point, and I don't really get it yet either

rocknghorss: I think we do? I can’t really remember. He seems to lack a lot of urgency in getting her back to the temple tho. Like if it was that big of a deal why is he slowing around and letting her decide on her to go back?

triangularlily: Yeah I cant remember either I think we do

triangularlily: *get more backstory I mean

dramajib: At first it seemed like he'd been waiting to catch her forever. Then it seemed like he was guarding society and making sure she's safely locked up. Now it's like he's hunting her for his own pleasure. So confused

rocknghorss: That’s exactly why I said hip hop Guy was pitiful btw. I think he likes her or is confusing her with her previous incarnation(??) and is struggling not to confuse his feelings for the other girl with Miho. So he’s got this artificial choice of duty or love, but he doesn’t even know Miho really.

triangularlily: Yeah he also has been by himself for so long. Like the whole can’t make human connection thing

rocknghorss: Yeah!

dramajib: The connection thing - was living with humans his choice, or forced on him? And if it was his choice, he's also chosen to live isolated, soooo… Not that I don't feel bad for him, I'm just being contrary for the sake of it

triangularlily: Yeah I just mean I can see how he became a bit twisted is all

dramajib: That whole scene where he's sitting with her in his house and telling her what her options are was sad. But I also don't trust him so I'm like... Are you just telling her things so that she'll choose to do what you want her to?

Ending On A Less Angsty Note

dramajib: But I also love that grandpa loves Mi Ho without even meeting her yet

rocknghorss: Yupo. He’s just super enamored that someone was able to make his grandson grow up. Grandpa doesn’t want much lol Also! I like that he doesn’t rib Aunt too much about her crush. Even though she’s wayyy too into it (again apparently lol)

dramajib: Lol aunt and elevator guy are great though. I can't wait for his daughter to find out that Dae Woong is going to be her cousin

triangularlily: Looool I didn't think about that

rocknghorss: Hah

#My Girlfriend is a Gumiho #smk: the discourse #it took us a while to finish these two eps #sorry!#Shin Min Ah #lee seung gi #Hong sisters #kdrama throwbacks #kdramas

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callitfreedom · 6 years

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IT’S A BIG WORLD OUT THERE

Leaving Borneo was hard for me. Really really hard. This place was like home. I had family there, people I trust, people I love and truly care about. Malaysia was in familiar in a way I can’t really explain, it was a feeling like I belonged there. Heading to Thailand was a big deal, bigger than it should have been. And I remember not wanting to go at first. 

Things didn’t get easier when I checked my mails the day before my departure and I saw that my flight was delayed so much that instead of just changing the plane in KL I had to stay overnight. This was something I didn’t expect at all but it was actually doing me a favour. Some of you might remember Andy (wildlife photographer, married to Maureen, stayed with them for a couple of days in the Owl House in Ba’Kelalan). Andy happens to live in KL so I asked him to stay at his place for the night. He and one of his friends (who happens to be a uber driver) picked me up at KL Central, we went for some nice Indian food and chit chatted for what felt like a couple of hours. That evening (mostly spent at that Indian place and later at his apartment aka “the batcave” where you have by the way a stunning view over KL) was full of laughter, great stories and really good conversation. It was like reuniting with an old friend and was exactly what I needed before leaving Malaysia for good.

 Thank you Andy, for giving me those last couple of hours in that beautiful country! And I’ll stick to my word, it is still a see ya and not a goodbye

THAILAND

Phuket gave me a rather unpleasant welcome. As soon as I stepped out of the airport (again massive delay of flight. If anyone of you ever plans a trip to Asia NEVER take Malindo Air!!! they are rude, always late and I think I never had less space in a plane) I immediately wanted to go back. Outside of the airport were like a billion people, Thai and foreigners. It was horrible. Taxi drivers yelling at you and following every tourist that was stupid enough to slow down for a sec. Tourists pushing their way through the crowd. HORRIBLE! It was just too much for me as I was never a big fan of crowds but after the peace and quiet I enjoyed in Malaysia it was downright terrifying. Anyway I managed to get away from the busiest spot and tried to find the cheapest way to Phukets pier where my ferry to Koh Phi Phi departed and where I was finally meeting the family friend I was supposed to meet a day earlier. Because of my delay and too many people I made a big mistake. Dumbest thing I’ve done so far. I forgot there was an hour difference between Malaysia and Thailand which meant I had one hour more to get to the pier. However, I thought I had one and a half hours for a way that’s supposed to take one hour with the bus (cheapest way to go, 150 Baht) which departure was 40 minutes later. So I figured I had to go there on the fastest way (and most expensive, 700 Baht) and took a taxi. Fuck me, I spent almost five times more than I had to just because I was being stupid. Here’s my advice for you: always let your phone set the time zone automatically and you won’t make this stupid mistake!! I assure you my day got better as soon as I was on that ferry. I met my travel mate, we chatted for a while how everything’s going and arrived on the stunning Phi Phi islands! We didn’t expect so many people to go there but it was still a breathtaking view.

We shared a nice bungalow in the hills with a pretty good with over the island and far away from the loud beach parties at night (you can hear them on the whole island). After exploring our accommodation we went swimming on a smaller beach. The sea was stunning, almost hot and really clear. That day we watched one of most the beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen from the beach with some nice fruit shakes and me trying Pad Thai (Thailand’s national dish) for the first time.

The second day we started exploring the small city and decided to go out at night. Well, I decided to get really drunk. Which I did. We went to a pretty cool rooftop bar, wandered around in the town and ended up at the beach parties where we enjoyed watching the fire show, Limbo and dancing.

My body thanked me for the mixture of delicious cocktails, beer and (free) shots with a massive hangover the next day. I cured it at a nice beach bar with a mango shake and some really good fried noodles. I ended up staying at that place for more than two hours because that one Thai (former tour guide) working there started telling me about Thailand’s main attractions, where to go an what to see. He’s a funny guy, always smiling and joking around. I went to that bar again in the evening or rather night after I got my first bamboo tattoo! Funny thing: I went there by myself, a little bit nervous and ended up chatting with a really nice american guy for the whole procedure who joined me for a drink after that.

The following day we continued our trip to Koh Lanta. I’d really like to tell you something about that island but I’ve been sick for the whole time we spent there. Yeah, had a really fun time there! But at least now I know that you can just walk into a pharmacy and buy some penicillin without prescription. Oh, I actually have one thing to say: I watched Dark while I lay around in our hotel room (almost dying) and I strongly recommend watching the show!!! That’s it for Koh Lanta, sadly.

Less than a week ago I spent three days in Krabi, exploring the cute city and area. On my very first day I discovered a beautiful buddhist temple! Think I sat there for two hours just enjoying the sensation of finally being alone. It was very peaceful. That and having a full body massage that night made me sleep like a baby and fully recover.

The next morning I went for a day trip to Rai Leh. It’s really close to Krabi, you go from the city to Ao Nang Beach where you take a long-tail boat to the Rai Leh. This place is stunning. Just beautiful!! But way too crowded in my opinion. Which made me go climb up all the way to the viewpoint and later to a small lagoon on top of the hill. Climbing up to the viewpoint is exhausting but manageable. Going to the lagoon is not for the weaker hearts. There are some points where you only got a rope to hang on or some bamboo-ladders (not trustworthy at all!) to climb down. Good for me, tho. Cause that meant not a lot of people went down there. That lagoon was magical. Like a home for fairies. Probably the most beautiful thing on Rai Leh, definitely worth a visit.

Truly shattered I fell into bed that evening and woke up to a morning full of excitement. You wanna know why? Well, I decided to try something new. That morning I started hitchhiking. Usually not a big deal, but it turned out to be rather difficult because where I started (Ao Luek) NOBODY spoke english. So i had to write down some useful phrases in Thai (took me ten minutes for like four sentences). That actually helped even though it led people to the conclusion I had no money at all (Thais are not familiar with the concept of hitchhiking).  So I ended up in a truck with Bunsong and his sleeping daughter who took me home to his family to offer me accommodation. He lives near a town called Surat Thani. This area was so originally Thai that they don’t speak a word english except for “hello” and “thank you”. How did we manage to communicate? Google translate for the win. Just try to imagine spending nearly 24 hours with a bunch of people and the only way you can talk to them or explain yourself is via a translation app. They didn’t really understand me, were really concerned and started buying me food and cooking for me even though I insisted they should not. Everybody wanted to take some pictures and talk to me (how??) and was really really kind.  I would say first time hitchhiking in Thailand went good. Strange and complicated but good!

The day after I got to the airport nearby to meet Raf (a guy from couch surfing who wanted to join me). We met up and started half an hour later and had a lucky strike! David, a cute old guy from the UK who happens to live in Thailand for seven years, picked us up and gave us a lift. He brought us to a small temple in the middle of nowhere (Amphoe Lang Suan - Na Phaya) right at the sea and even offered us to give us his bike as long as we are around. We asked the monk if we could stay for the night and he agreed immediately. To be honest I never met a stranger person than that monk, he was just downright crazy! Whatever, we stayed at the temple for a night. A night full of bugs and spiders and two hours of sleep.

David came to see us again and offered that we could stay at his house if we want and now I’m here in Lang Suan, exploring the area (hot springs, luminescent plankton, temples and beaches) with Davids bike and babysitting his dog, Charleen, for two nights because he is on a business trip. Funny where you end up when you’re hitchhiking, I quite like it. We’ll see where I end up next.

This world is getting bigger and bigger. Basically it’s not, it’s still the same no matter how much time flies by. But for me it is. Every decision brings me closer to exploring, every day gives me a thousand opportunities to see and understand the things that are so different than back home. It’s scary sometimes but what would life be without overcoming your fears and go further and further from where you started.

#travel #solotraveler #solofemaletraveler #backpacking #thailand #hitchhiking #ocean #sea #temple #adventure #wanderlust

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tumblunni · 7 years

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okay im gonna just try and write down all my damn pokemon i can remember from every generation fuck fuck i know i could never get ALL OF THEM cos it was at least 100 each gen but i can hopefully remember my main teams??

~ Sun and Moon Team ~

Pulcinella the male Primarina (Egotistical smarmy jerk-with-a-heart-of-gold celebrity boy) Herald the female Mimikyu (nice grandma + amateur newspaper reporter, sends them back to the other ghosts at the thrifty megamart) Charlene the female Golisopod (never really thought of a personality for her? I didnt originally intend to use her but then she was really good and i love golisopod’s design?? so i just named her randomly after charon cos wimpod is kinda shaped like his hair, lol) (i think maybe one of those cowardly characters who’s brave when she needs to protect her friends? like eduardo from foster’s home for imaginary friends) Suspenders the female Lurantis (stoic samurai type, but also very sweet, naive and a little ditsy. easily gullible to pulcinella’s pranks cos she just takes everything seriously with samurai honor.) Ampere the female alolan Raichu (sweet mom friend of the group, makes everyone pancakes and mitigates all the conflicts. you’d think herald would outrank her in mumsiness but she’s more like the eccentric grandma who encourages her kids to misbehave, lol) Sherbet the male Muk (super chipper cuddly little toddler type fella who luv and support he friends) (OH GOD i caught a shiny muk in bw2 and i was gonna say they were cousins and i was so excited to have them finally meet.. aaaa... T_T) (THE COUSIN IS NAMED NOUGAT AND HE IS ALSO A SUPER CHIPPER CUDDLY BABY AND NOW HIS WHOLE FAMILY IS FUCKIN DEAD) (god that gives him a plotline to differentiate him from his alolan version but GEEZ i didnt want it to happen like that...)

and honorary member Neopolitan the Kadabra who was on the team early on but got replaced with Charlene cos when SuMo first came out there was a dumb glitch that prevented kadabra from learning one move in its learnset and it was just STUCK WITH NO ATTACKING MOVES FOR 20 LEVELS GEEZ but neopolitan was still a supportive friend yes possibly personality like that monk robot guy from overwhetch?

also honorary member: that leavanny that my friend Beezah traded me and i spent ages training it up to level 80 to rematch her and i NEVER GOT TO DO IT I think his name might have been cedric?? or some other c name??

~ X and Y Team ~

Didnt really think of personalities for these ones or have any big attatchment to them, except that the game came out on my birthday by some strange coincidence. funny how we’ve gone from that to losing games on my birthday! the xy birthday was like the only time my birthday hasnt been GIANT MISFORTUNE in the last seven years, and the only time i managed to meet up with any irl friends and have some sort of a party. so i guess i’ll remember that fondly about XY even though the story was possibly my least favourite in the series.

Namaqua the male Greninja Jayus the male Aromatisse (named for an OC of mine at the time, who’s also my steam handle!) Dwedd the female Gourgeist (who was actually my most powerful pokemon in sun and moon competitive?? god im gonna miss her now)

and I’m seriously struggling to remember if there were any others :P

~ ORAS Team ~

I played both versions of this so my team was kinda huger? Still not super memorable as a generation, tho. one of the ones im least depressed about but more depressed than xy. but still depressed about all of them. AAAAA

York the female Blaziken Roquefort the female Swampert (a duo! i played with both of them as my starters cos i only played a little bit of alpha sapph before switching to omega rube for the main playthru. i just love tabitha!) (oh and they were named for some of my ocs at the time.) Wesley the male Charizard (actually got him in XY but never used him there) Seraphim the female Salamence (REALLY sad about this one cos she was a gift from my friend Zoe whom i’ve now lost contact with, same one who gave me the birthday party when xy came out, same one who traded me like EIGHTY OTHER POKEMON ACROSS ALL MY GAMES and LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE ONCE and WAS AN AMAZING PERSON) Nick the female Gyarados (also traded from zoe. it was named after her fish who died :< I LET HER DOWNNNNNNNN) Tanka the female Gardevoir (just a shoutout to the one i had back when i first played the original rse as a kid, but lost along the way. it was also my username and the name of like forty different ocs for every fandom i had as a kid? i just thought it was a cool word. its the name of a type of poem i heard in class once) Pascal the female Ludicolo (Only one who i gave any sort of personality to. I kinda liked her so much she was more like my starter? i felt like she was a super chill badass. repurpose all those old chuck norris memes for pascal!) Lockjaw the female Banette and Hex the male Mismagius (actually pokemon i made as ocs for a team galactic fanfic i never wrote. usually i make pokemon ocs based on mons i caught, but these ones i went out and caught them to match the story. spent so long chaining mons to find a story-fitting nature for lockjaw that i stumbled onto a shiny shuppet along the way?? i was like “fuck but that isnt what i asked for, but i’ll take it anyway” XD) (oh and i named the shiny shuppet Chuckie) (oh and lockhjaw and hex were meant to be the rest of charon’s pokemon team to give him enough for a decent boss battle)

~ BW Team ~

Anotehr generation i didnt really enjoy? honestly there was a large gap between sinnoh and sun and moon where none of the main plots grabbed me. i still enjoyed the gameplay and the increased graphics for all the cool areas and stuff, tho! im just a plot lover so SuMo bumped the series back up from “just consistantly good” to “the best game ever” But strangely enough I did get really attatched to these guys, even if i didnt really think up personalities and backstories for all of them

Shogunkora the male Samurott (Back when i was in highschool i drank so much caffeine it was like a running joke i was ‘that cola kid’ so i just named my starter after a dumb attempt at ‘cola in a japanese accent’. Ugh, past-me!) (But Shogunkora was actually a casuality long before this! I lost him during the time i was transferring pokemon using a friend’s BW cartridge. I actually had to sell my BW game cos i was preparing to run away from my abusive parents and live in a homeless shelter. Thankfully i did indeed survive that! i had to pick on only one game to keep and of course it was sinnoh. But then i ended up losing the cartridge when i moved house and then finding it earlier this year and then causing me to buy bw2 and put the sun cartridge down and.. well, you know the rest.) Boku the female Leavanny (named as an in-joke cos my roselia was Ore in sinnoh. also a casualty who got lost in that hectic transfer.. alas...) Alviss the male Roggenrola (I was very fond of that pun. He managed to survive, and i even got to pet him in sun and moon! I miss him... gahh.. he survived so much and it was all for nothing...) Flint the male Lampent (i only just finally was able to evolve him in sun and moon, thanks to beezah’s help! i miss him tooooo... fuckkkk...)

~ DPPT Team ~

THE GOLDEN ONES god that was back when i was so extra into pokemon, aaa it legit helped me survive thru abusive dad times i got so atattched to sinnoh and all of these lil guys... fuckkkk...

Ore the male Roserade (Personality was like a cheerful and goofily oblivious typical shonen action hero, but like.. eight. He had a sad backstory where he was befriended by a kind old blind human back when he was a wild pokemon, and then some sort of tragedy burned down the forest and killed both that human and all of his family. And also burned off his hands. I mean, he’s a plant so he can grow those flowers back, but it was still super traumatic. So he took up his trainer’s sword in his burnt off hand stumps and promised to avenge him, and thus gained a magical girl style transformation into a human, somehow...??) (the theme for this party was ‘gijinkas’ and i thought it would be cool if there was a different reason behind it for everyone. he was the more magical type.) (oh and he really liked sandwiches) (oh and he was comic relief a lot cos he was a pokemon who turned into a human instead of vice versa. like ariel in the little mermaid where she combs her hair with the fork. HOW DOES HUMAN WORK) Mangos the female shiny Luxray (traded to me by another best friend that i lost touch with long ago, Clash. I miss her too, it sucks that now all i have is one well-protected drawing of an oc she gave me in high school to remember her by..) (anyway, Mangos fit into this random plotline by being the opposite to Ore. she was a human who got turned into a half-pokemon through an evil genetic experiment. And she balanced him out by being an ultra stern and serious mom figure. She was actually a policeman as a human, so she kicked a lot of ass!) (I know that this whole serious personality doesnt really fit with a name like mangos but shiny luxray looks like mangos) Zene the male Infernape (another shonen hero type comic relief guy?? but he was a teenager and comparatively buff, i guess? i didnt realize these two were so samey despite being opposite elements lol. i guess just the difference is that zene did more comic relief and ore did more cuteness factor) (he was also the least developed one in terms of backstory for being in this half-pokemon heroes team. I just knew that he was some sort of martial artist trainee who wanted to be the best, and that was still his goal after he got superpowers, rather than actually saving the world and all. he’d always recklessly get into fights and have no sense of danger, just HEY THAT THING LOOKS DEADLY LEMME PROVE IM DEADLIER) (oh but i did think way too much about how the law would work in this situation?? like, he was depressed and ended up joining this travelling group cos he got banned from the martial arts tournement he was in. having pokemon superpowers would put him at an unfair advantage.) (oh, i think actually his powers were just genetic or something? like it was a mystical power his whole family line had, but he was an orphan so he didnt know until he hit puberty and started breathing fire. but comedically he thought it was because he ate a magical riceball instead. “it was supernaturally yummy!”) Gaspar the male Haunter (Actually came from that one memorable trollish trade in sinnoh where that lady offers you a haunter and it doesnt evolve into gengar, DAMN YOU. i was determined to love him forever to spite her!) (oh and he eventually did evolve into gengar in xy due to a friend trade and me forgetting to tell her not to evolve him. i’d gotten really attatched to him as a haunter so i was sad for a while before realizing it was dumb and that i might have made my friend think i was mad at her?? thankfully we worked it all out!) (Gaspar’s gijinkaness was literally just... i Died.) (He was a human from the 1920s or something who died horribly and came back as a ghost to avenge his own death. but then after he avenged it he continued to exist, and he floated around aimlessly for a long time before learning to appreciate his second chance and form a new life and a new family. He was like the goofy sitcom dad of the team!) (oh, and he liked candy. i still maintain the headcanon that all ghost pokemon like sweet things!)

~ RSE Team ~

These guys actually were also part of my sinnoh team, but they originated from RSE. I didnt really get attatched to my pokemon in rse or gsc cos i was still salty over having my yellow cartirdge stolen and losing my starter raichu that i loved. TOOK THIS LONG FOR IT TO HAPPEN AGAIN, EH? *cries forever*

Reaper the male Sneasel (My honorary starter and oldest pokefriend. I miss him the most.. fuck..) (He was like.. kinda sirius black from harry potter? but teenage? and like.. trying to be serious? like, a total goober prankster loveable uncle figure but he wants everyone to think he’s a brooding dark antihero, and gets flustered whenever his true cuteness slips through. He looked like squall from ff8 except with dark skin and sunglasses??) (He was also someone who was a pokemon with human powers, instead of a human with pokemon powers. But he adapted a lot better to human society, he was just like.. pride at being wild? He hated the idea of being captured by a trainer, or now the idea of losing his true self and becoming like those humans he hated. So all his moments of failing to pass as human were more cos he refused to lower himself and do [insert normal thing here], rather than cos he was oblivious like Ore. But he actually did end up getting a soft spot for his trainer and becoming like a dad figure to her, like how mangos was a mom to ore and zene, and gaspar was the grandpa/dad to everyone in general. I had quite a complex set of relationships worked out for everyone!) (oh, and yeah, they had a trainer! cos i mean i was playing the game, of course they did. but it was more like the one token powerless human on a team of magical girls and boys. she just pretended to be their trainer so they could travel around pretending to be normal pokemon when necessary. and they were all bffs and protected her cos she didnt have parents. she was kind of a self insert..) (oh, and reaper’s backstory was that he was one of the shadow pokemon captured by team cipher, and then when he got rescued and purified it somehow gave him superpowers too or something. he was blessed by celebi and was like the chosen hero of that legendary. But he didnt wanna, he just wanted to use his new human feet to go buy booze and stuff XD) (i actually did get him in collosseum and he was my fave and best and i kept him forever and now he’s fucking gone) (fuck) Nether the male Sableye (Basically my oc Malachi?? its been all these years and i just suddenly recently revived his plot concept as his own character in his own original story. I hope maybe now i could do that with all the others in some way, so i dont forget them..) (he was all the same back then, down to dying from being bricked up inside a basement. except he became a magical gijinka instead of a more normal ghost.) (oh and this version had him as an adult instead of a child, and his personality was... vague? he started off as a loki-ish trickster and then was a complete jerk and then was the comic relief and then was a gym leader and blablabla. At one point he was even Reaper’s boyfriend, which is ridiculous now this character is a kid instead! (tho he’s still remained bisexual in honor of that) Funnily enough he was also Reaper’s sworn enemy gary oak rival at some point too!) (Basically he was the least developed personality-wise, so i dont feel bad that i changed him quite a bit as malachi. it doesnt feel like a change and more like i finally figured out what i originally wanted to do with him.)

~ RBY virtual console team ~

aaaargh only just got them and already lost them whyyyy

Chuppy the male Raichu (reincarnation of the first pokemon i ever got on my original Yellow cartridige, which got stolen because kids are ASSHOLES) (i cried for days and i feel like doing it again right now.. how little life changes...) Starlet the female Clefable Gumdrop the Nidoqueen

i didnt even have time to love you enouuuuughhh

i didnt love any of them enough aaaa

god this made me sad

but at least now i wont forget any of those memories

probably??

i dunno how to tag this so i dont forget

#BUNNI DONT FORGET #bunni plays pokemon #bunni's important pokemon that bunni isnt gonna forget #THE EPITAPH TO LOST GAMES #aaaaaa i made myself sad: the motion picture #WHY ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY

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newflanagansonthebloch · 5 years

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Day 13, Part 2

Our first stop is a unique Buddhist pagoda. A Pagoda is a place where Buddha is worshipped vs other deities. By this point in the trip we feel like we’ve seen enough pagodas and that almost are similar and have dragons and mosaics. We’re hesitant to see another, but boy how wrong we are, this one is certainly different.

I need to preface this section that I really don’t want to come off disrespectful to any religious place of worship and that’s not my intention here with my description. This Pagoda is like any other I’ve seen. Everything about this place is dream like, dream like in the vein of Disney and Lisa Frank. There’s a tree-house like structure in the shape of a locust. Surrounding a temple is an elevated walkway that looks like lily pads. Around the central temple is a circular ring of petals. This is lotus temple. Unfortunately we were unable to photograph the inside of the actual Pagoda. It’s not red and gold and dark wood like others. It’s a massive ceiling in bright pastel-like colors. It looks like unicorns and Care Bears and cotton candy. It’s fun. It’s light, and it’s actively maintained by monks. In fact, we were fortunate to even get inside. There is incense and countless lillies inside that make the room smell just like it looks.

After the unique Pagoda we get back on the moto-taxi and ride toward town where there are more motorbikes and some big homes. Today is in the high 90s. We are on our way to lunch at a local home. True to Thuy’s promise, we haven’t seen a single tourist all day.

We go back down a more secluded street on the outskirts of Ben Tre, and find our way to the small, one bedroom home of a jolly couple and their two children. When we arrive the two boys are just heading to school. In small towns like this younger kids especially go to school during the morning or afternoon sessions, 7-11 or 2-5. Thuy tells me differently than I heard from Viet in Hoi An—she says education beyond primary school is not compulsory. It’s a bit unbelievable To me that this whole family resides in one room. Like the other homes we’ve been to, the bathroom is at the back and detached from the home. Some are esteem style, but many like this one is western. There is also a sink toward the front to wash your hands—outside the house.

The couple cuts a handful of coconuts right from the tree and we sip on them over another absurd feast of foods. This is the area most famous for coconuts in the country. There is a banana flower salad, clay pot pork, a traditional Mekong Delta soup with giant shrinks and pineapple, there’s a chicken dish and more.

The couple is smiley and jolly and laughs when the husband sprays cold water on the roof and it spills onto the wife inside. There’s an old large Toshiba tv and a new one too. Here life is simple, not easy, but simple. The couple also steams Bananas for us. Thuy says she’s never received steamed bananas here before. These are so bitter they can only be eaten this way. On our way out, the family that has so little, sends us away with some handpicked oranges (which by the way, are in green peels in Vietnam.)

We sadly bid farewell and ride our moto-taxi to a more Main Street where we meet our driver for the first time since dropping us off at the boat this morning. You can see tourism start to get a footing in Ben Tre, but luckily we don’t see much of it. The rest of the trip to our home base of Can Tho, the largest city in the Delta will be by car.

The Mekong River is 4500 meters long and meanders its way through many countries including China, Myanmar, Laos, Thailand, Cambodia and finally, Vietnam before it empties into the East China Sea. In Vietnam 9 branches break out from the source river, but the Mekong is the most famous. For the remaining two hours of the drive I nap a little. We drive through the cities of My Tho and Vinh Long before we reach Can Tho. Our final hotel of the trip is a bit separate from the main city, but only a ten minute walk away. The Victoria Can Tho Resort reminds me of the charming places we stayed in Bali.

It is probably the hottest it’s been all trip. It’s in the 90s and equally humid. The massive pools of the property are calling our names and we go for a swim. The water is the hottest pool water ever, it’s basically a hot tub. It’s been warmed up all day from the heat.

We walk over the pedestrian bridge toward town for dinner. The pedestrian bridge has two giant lit up Lotus flowers. Lotus flowers are the National Flower of Vietnam. They are important to Buddhism and they really are stunning. We peruse the local night market which is mostly clothes and shoes. The nearby tourist night market however has what we’re looking for—a shirt for Kerran to wear tomorrow. Just beyond the market is a riverside restaurant called Sao Hom.

Tonight is Passover, my favorite Jewish holiday, so I downloaded a short Seder for us to read over dinner. Kerran and I pass the phone back and forth and conduct a pretty sub par abbreviated Seder. The only key items we have is parsley and wine but we make do. My pork in clay pot is bad but Kerran’s chicken with ginger is delicious. That’s karma for offering pork on Passover. We also start with pumpkin flower dumplings (maybe not kosher for Passover!) with pork and those are good. Tonight is the first night we don’t share a dessert (Kerran gets a crepe and that’s just not at all pesadich!) I get vanilla ice cream. After the fourth glass of wine we cheers to grandma Mary before walking home and calling it a night. We have an early morning ahead!

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bobafetts-princess · 7 years

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Not My Type

Description: The boys and the Reader are on a case they can’t solve, so they call in for help.

Characters: Dean x Reader

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Warnings: Smuuuuuttttttttt, little dirty talk, jealousy, cursing, the usual.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you guys enjoy reading it just as much! As always, my requests are open so feel free so shoot some ideas my way.

Tagging: @but-deans-back-tho @its-my-perky-nipples @thebunkerismyhome @deanscolette @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @tssweets @supernaturalimagine @kittenofdoomage

You sighed because this godforsaken vampire case was getting out of hand. Four girls were dead, three more were missing and you were struggling with luring this thing in. You glanced out from behind your computer screen at Sam and Dean. They were doing research trying to see if there was something in the tendencies that they missed. The hardest part was finding someone who fit the vampires type. It was exactly the opposite of you, so they couldn't use you as bait. It didn’t matter what you tried, this vamp was avoiding you at all costs. You were stressed. You didn't want anymore women going missing, and you didn't want anymore to die. You were running out of options and you didn't know what else to do. "I give. We're gonna have to call for backup." Dean said, flopping his arms down on his computer, closing it. "We are the backup, Dean." Sam retaliated, exasperation coloring his features. "No. Jenna isn't far from here last time I heard. She fits the vamps type." Jenna? Who the fuck is Jenna?? You thought to yourself, choosing to keep your mouth shut. "I wonder why she didn't take on the case?" Sam asked. "I dunno. I don't think she's hunting as much lately. Last time we hunted with her, she almost died. Remember?" "Yeah I remember. It was our fault. How could I forget?" "How was it your fault?" You chimed in, curiosity getting the better of you. "She got captured by a Djinn. We almost didn't find her and get her to a hospital before he sucked the life out of her. She wasn't supposed to be out of our sight and we lost her in the warehouse." Dean's feelings about the situation evident. He was still upset that it had even happened and he didn't want to think about it. "It wasn't completely your fault. Besides, she made it out alive." You reminded him, hating seeing Dean beating himself up. "It was basically our fault. We shouldn't have lost her." Sam chimed in and you could see the hurt and frustration on both of their faces when they talked about it. "How well did you guys know her?" You probed, wanting to know more about this mysterious Jenna. "Well Dean knew her better than I did." Sam told you, turning to look directly at Dean. "Shut up dude, no I didn't." Dean retorted, clearly uncomfortable. "Yes, you did. Unless I was forced to listen to the walls scream half the night" Sam told him, causing Dean to turn red and grimace. Your blood boiled at the thought of another woman with Dean. You'd had a crush on Dean since he and Sam had rescued you from a werewolf a couple years ago. Since then, it had blown into full on, toe curling, keep you awake at night, head over heels love. On your end, at least. You were 99% sure that Dean didn't reciprocate your feelings in the slightest. You tried not to let this unknown woman bother you. You knew Dean wasn't a monk any more than you were a nun but you still weren't sure you wanted to be around someone who had history with him. "I think we should at least call her. She might be able to help us out." Sam decided, pulling out his cell and flipping through his contacts. "Dean, maybe you should be the one to call her. You guys were friendlier than she and I were. Do you still have her number? I can’t find it in my phone." "Fine. But I don’t think she’ll come. I’m sure I’ve got it here somewhere." Dean conceded as he picked up the phone and searched through his contacts. He sighed out of frustration when he found her name, shooting Sam a look of slight disdain when he put the phone up to his ear. "Yeah, hey, Jenna, what's up?" He said and it surprised you a little bit that he seemed nervous. A small, feminine voice came through the phone, but you couldn’t discern what it was saying. "Not much. Hunting around your area. We were actually hoping you could come and help us out." He said, and you heard silence from the other end of the phone. "Jenna?" He prodded, and you could tell he was hoping she hadn't hung up on him. You heard a loud burst of noise from the other end of the phone and Dean winced, holding the phone slightly away from his ear. You perked up for a second, thinking she’d hung up on him when he started speaking again. "You'll come help??" Dean asked, incredulously. You deflated immediately. This was exactly what you didn't want. You were sure that Dean would still be attracted to her and you weren't sure your heart could handle that. "Okay cool. We'll see you in a couple hours." Dean said, smugness seeping through his tone of voice, even though he was still seemed nervous. "Jenna is going to come help us out. She said she'll be here around 6 tonight. That gives us a couple hours to come up with a plan." He said, clearly satisfied with himself as he settled down on the bed for a quick nap. A car rumbled in the parking lot a couple hours later and your stomach dropped, you know it was Jenna. A small knock from the entrance to the motel caused your anxiety about the situation to spike and you weren't sure how you were going handle all this. Sam got up to answer it since Dean was taking a nap and Jenna walked in, taking your breath away. She was tall, fit and had an air of confidence that surrounded her and you were instantly jealous. Her eyes surveyed the room and she flipped her hair over her shoulder as they fell on you. "You must be Y/N. I'd heard they were hunting with someone." She didn't say it with disdain or contempt, she was just curious. If she didn’t have history with Dean, you felt like the two of you could probably get along. She walked towards you and you were amazed at how effortless her stride was. She stuck her hand out. Saying "I'm Jenna. I don't know how much these two have told you about me, but I promise I'm nicer than they've probably made me out to be." She said, flashing you a genuine smile. "I actually haven't heard much, just that you’ve hunted with them." You responded, standing to shake her hand. "Good. Then you can make your own deductions about me!" She said with a small laugh. You smiled back at her, trying to figure out whether you should like her or hate her. She turned to face Sam and catch up on the case you were working on while you took the opportunity to wake Dean to let him know she was here. You shook him gently, knowing he would be aggressive if he was woken up too harshly. His emerald green eyes opened and registered you and he flashed you a beautiful smile before asking why you were waking him up. "Jenna is here. Sam's running through the plan for tonight with her." "Oh cool. Thanks for letting me sleep. I was exhausted." He said, swinging his legs to the side of the bed and standing up, leaving your shorter frame dwarfed in his. "Hey Jenna. What's up?" He said, attempting to be nonchalant. She stalked over towards him, her long, toned legs carrying towards him. "Hey Dean, how ya been?" She said, poking him in the chest with her fingers and dropping her eyelids in a sexy manner. You saw Dean gulp, but you weren't sure if it was because he was nervous or because she looked so damn good doing whatever she was doing. "I've been good, Jenna. How are you?" Dean asked, stepping out from behind her fingers. "I'm good, Dean-O. Little disappointed I haven't heard from you in a while." She said, letting her lips drop into a sexy pout. "Sorry, we've been busy hunting. A lot. And we met Y/N here, so we've been trying to get her acclimated with our lifestyle." He waved a hand in your general direction and you had to resist the urge to wave at someone you’d already met. "Ah, yes. I've met her already. I like her. She seems calm, unlike the two of you." She tossed a smile your way and it was so infectious that you couldn't help it smile back. "We like her too." Sam said, butting in and wrapping his arm around your shoulder and giving you a side hug. You basked in the momentary warmth, forgetting how jealous you were of Jenna. Until she wrapped long fingers around Dean's bicep and looked up at him through her lashes. Dean loudly cleared his throat and stepped away from her hand. "So, did you talk about the plan?" Dean said and you could sense he may have been a bit uncomfortable about having Jenna there. You chalked it up to her near-death experience that Dean had been involved in and you brushed it off. "Yes! Sammy told me that Y/N and I would be together off and you two would be watching for anyone watching us. Hopefully we can catch this fucker and put him down." She said, you caught Sam grimace out of the corner of your eye at the nickname and you had to repress a giggle. You sighed at the plan though, you hated the idea of spending a couple hours with her, but maybe she wouldn't be so bad. She seemed nice but if she kept hitting on Dean, the two of you might have issues. Maybe. You didn't want Dean to know you had feelings, but you didn't know if you could handle him sleeping with his girl. "Alright. Let's get ready to head out. Y/N and Jenna, take your car. Sammy and I will take mine. We don't need to be seen showing up together." Dean instructed. You grabbed your bag, gathering yourself to change into your "club clothes" and headed towards the bathroom. You picked out a maroon V-necked, long-sleeved shirt with your black skinny jeans and some black flats. You had a feeling you'd be running tonight and heels would be completely idiotic for you to wear. You did your makeup, a slight smoky eye with some dark lipstick that matched your shirt. You felt good about what you were wearing and you couldn't wait for Dean to see you. You walked out of the bathroom and saw Jenna almost sitting on Dean's lap, whispering something to him. "Oh hey!" She said, noting you as you walked out of the bathroom, and wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulders. "Dean and I were just catching up. I love your outfit. It looks so good on you!" Dean looked tense and uncomfortable under her arm and you couldn't figure out why. "Oh. Thanks. I hope it's appropriate." You said, chewing nervously on your lip. "It is, don’t worry! I love it. I'm going to get changed into my clothes too." She said, jumping up off Dean's lap and giving him a small peck on the cheek, causing him to turn red and hunch away from her. As she entered the bathroom, you faced Dean and asked him "What the hell is your problem? Why are you acting so weird??" "Don't worry about it. It won't affect the case." "I don't give a fuck about the case right now. Why are you acting so odd??" “None of your damn business, Y/N. Let it go.” He said, his tone and the fact that he stalked outside made it clear that he wasn’t going to discuss it with you any further. You shot Sam a quizzical look, which he pointedly ignored as he followed Dean out the front door. You moved to follow them outside and figure out what the hell was happening when Jenna came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a mid-thigh length white dress that hugged her curves. She had on a pair of gorgeous gold pump that complimented her dress and matching eyeliner and you couldn’t help but awe at how amazing she looked. “Where’s Sam and Dean?” She asked, glancing around the room. “Outside. Dean is grouchy, but I’m not sure why.” You said, shooting a confused look at the closed door. “I think it’s because of me.” Jenna said, as she hung her head. “You? What the hell did you do?” “I think Dean's interested in someone else. That’s why I’m trying to make him uncomfortable so he’ll make a move.” She answered you. What the fuck is going on??? You thought to yourself. “What?” “Just go talk to him. I’m sure he’ll explain everything.” Jenna said, with a smile. “Oooookkaayyy…” You responded, before walking towards the front door. You gently pushed it open, expecting to see Sam or Dean next to the door, but they weren't there. You looked for the Impala and saw Dean sitting in the drivers seat, talking to Sam. You decided to give them a minute before disturbing them. You didn't get much time to let them talk, before Dean was out of the car and headed your way. “Dean, what’s going-“ You tried asking him but your breath left your body as he shoved you up against the wall next to the door and kissed you roughly. He pulled away much too soon and rested his head against yours. “I’ve wanted to do that since we’ve met.” He whispered. “What?” You answered back, feeling like that was the only word you knew. “I’ve been crazy about you from the moment I met you, Y/N. I just didn’t have the guts to do anything until Jenna basically made me.” “What? What does that even mean?” You asked, breathless. “It means that I’m crazy about you. I’m sorry I didn’t get it figured out sooner.” He said, leaning back in and kissing you softly. “I knew it. That’s what I was telling Dean when you came out of the bathroom. I told him that if he didn’t tell you how he felt, I would.” Came a soft voice from the now open door. You looked towards it, finding Jenna smirking at you and Dean with Sam standing triumphantly behind her. “So, Sam and I heading to the club a little early, to have a drink and scope the place out to see if anyone looks suspicious. That means the motel will be free for a while.” She told you with a wink before turning and walking to her car with Sam and pulling out of the parking lot. “The room will be ours for a while,” Dean said, sliding his hand over the curve of your waist and dropping it down to the curve of your ass, “and I think we should take advantage of it.” He whispered the last part, ghosting his lips over your neck before moving his lips to connect back with your mouth. He kissed you furiously, you could taste his pent-up desire as he pushed you backwards towards the open door and the bed in the room. “Do you want to do this? Do you even feel the same way?” Dean stopped in the doorway, eyeballing you nervously like you’d say no. “Dean, you’re an idiot. I’ve felt the same way about you from the moment we met.” You smiled up at him, grasping the front of his shirt in your hands and pulling him closer. You took the lead, turning him around and pushing him backwards towards the bed until he landed on it with a thump. You clamored atop him, straddling his narrow waist, and lowered your head to nip at his collarbone. He groaned loudly and you took that as the cue to move a little lower and test the waters. You slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing your way down his chest until you reached his belt buckle. He sat up, reaching for you, and you took the opportunity to push the shirt off his shoulders and grasp his shirt from the back to pull it off. Your lips met again as Dean began working at your shirt, freeing it from your jeans and he pulled it off with vigor and tossed it across the room. Without warning, he switched your positons so that he was on top and in control as he started working the buttons on your jeans before pulling them off and tossing them in the same corner as your shirt. He pulled back to admire your semi-naked form, not realizing you’d forgone a bra due to the nature of the back of your shirt and he was pleasantly surprised by it. “No bra, huh?” He asked, smirking. “Nah, can’t wear one with this shirt. Do you like it?” You responded, feeling cheeky. He reached down, cupping your breasts with adoration and whispered a breathy yes before lowering his head and taking one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. You arched, the feeling of his soft lips and hot tongue scorching your skin as he sucked the peak, hard. His opposite hand toyed with your free nipple, pulling it into the same hard peak as the first. “You like that?” He asked, releasing your nipple and traversing his way across your breastbone to give the same treatment to your other nipple. “Uh, yes, Dean.” You groaned out, feeling the wetness pool in your panties as he tormented you with his mouth. Suddenly, he released your nipple, kissing his way down your stomach, stopping only to dip his tongue in your belly-button, surprising you, but not in a bad way. As he reached the apex of your thighs, your breath hitched, not sure what to expect from Dean. He ran his index finger lightly over your clothed slit, lightly brushing your clit which caused you to jump slightly. “Shhh, babygirl. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered, grabbing the sides of your lacey pink panties and working them down your legs. He tossed the underwear over his shoulder, a hungry look in his eyes, and pushed your legs apart, admiring your sex. He leaned forwards, brushing your inner thighs with featherlight kisses, his scruff scratching your legs pleasantly. His thick fingers dug into your hips as he worked his way to your sex and you couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. When he finally reached your sex, his tongue darted out, tasting and testing what you liked best and what he liked best. Finally, he licked one thick stripe through your sex, making your back arch and you to cry out loudly. Dean continued his attack on your pussy, doing things to make you writhe and cry out and beg for more. When he knew you couldn’t take it anymore, he sucked your throbbing clit between his perfectly plump lips and pushed you over the edge into a hard orgasm. When you finally came back down from your high, Dean was working his way up your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He reached your mouth, almost hesitant to kiss you with your juices dripping off his chin but you were having none of that and pulled him in for a deep kiss. You tasted yourself on him and you initially thought it would be odd, but you truly loved the taste, you couldn’t get enough. Deans fingers slowly worked your throbbing clit over, and the other palmed himself through his jeans. “C’mon babe, get those off.” You whispered, gesturing towards his jeans and the tent that sat there. You sat up, reaching for the buckle and intending to return the favor but Dean held your hands at bay, reaching in his back pocket and producing a condom before pushing down his jeans and rolling it on. You got an up-close and personal view of his rock-hard cock and just the sight of it was enough to almost give you another orgasm. He pushed you backwards, climbing on the bed with you and settling himself between your thighs. “I’d much rather be buried in your pussy than your mouth right now, are you ready?” He asked, and you raised yourself up on your elbows to watch what he was doing. He slid his cock between your lips, wetting his tip to prep himself for entering you. “Fuck.” You responded, tossing your head back and enjoying the feeling of his head brushing over your clit. “I said, are you ready?” Dean asked, more sternly. He wanted you to answer him with words, not body language. “Maybe.” You responded, teasing him. He answered your teases by slapping your clit with his cock, making you cry out for more. “You have to answer me before I give it to you.” He said, rubbing you just the right way, figuratively and literally. “Fuck. Yes, Dean. I’m so fucking ready.” You told him and he wasted no time in pushing into your dripping wet entrance. “Holy shit. Your pussy feels so good.” He told you, moving slowly so he didn’t hurt you. Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he pulled your leg up to give himself better access and began thrusting, slowly but efficiently. He had you begging for more in no time at all and it didn’t take long for him to lose control and begin giving everything he had. Soon, you felt another orgasm building and you tossed your head back and just enjoyed the sensation of Dean pounding you. Your pussy began clenching down on him, bringing both of you to the brink. He reached a hand between your bodies, finding your clit with ease and finally pushing you over the brink. “Come on, Dean. Come for me.” You encouraged, raking your nails down his chest and clamping down on his cock just right. “Ah. Fuck. I’m gonna come, Y/N.” He told you, releasing your leg and burying his face in your neck as he rolled through his orgasm. He rolled off you, sliding to the side to wrap his arm around your waist, kissing you behind the ear as he did so. “That was amazing. I’m not sure why I didn’t do that sooner.” You were so exhausted that all you could do was nod your agreement before rolling over to kiss him solidly on the lips. “I like you, Dean Winchester.” You said, establishing your feelings for him out loud. “I like you too, Y/N.” He said back, pecking you on the lips before standing up and pulling on his pants and tossing you your panties. “C’mon, babe. We’ve got a vamp to take down. They’ll be waiting on us. We’re going to have to get our our own hotel room tonight too, because I want round two with you.” He reiterated, bending down to kiss you soundly on the mouth, winding his fingers through your hair. You were so awestruck at the sight of a shirtless Dean calling you babe that you couldn’t do much but kiss him back and thank the lucky stars for Jenna.

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haku23 · 7 years

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ok comprehensive list of thoughts re: rogue 1 from someone who has tbh never seen a star war and never really wants to in no particular chronological order

the music was ..........not good like... it felt mismatched for the scenes like...a LOT imo

some of the line deliveries were like... bad. like ?? not sure if that was supposed to be how they sounded or what but like... why did the director let that go

was that one guy CG?? Like I know for sure Leia was but every time that mf was on screen I was like ... is he real?? I think probably he was not real

KS20 is my son, my child, and I love them

KS20 is probably in love with Cassian tbh like... tbh.

I didn’t like Cassian at all lmao like i know i was supposed to be like ah u see he did things for what he believed in!! but i was kinda like eh.

Baze and Chirrut were great like looking at the gifs you don’t hear the like joyful lil fuckin shithead’s voice like :D I don’t need luck I have you like wow Chirrut just conscript your husband I mean friend into this fight here wow

“i’ll tell you your fortune if you give me that necklace” and jyn being like HOW DID YOU KNOW like girl... be real. he is clearly a blind but not blind monk ok like... he Knows These Things probably because of the force

chirrut just poppin a squat on top of a dead?? stormtrooper like oh well damn buddy sure just fuckin pull up a chair make yourself at home

“anyone else?” baze just flops back like 2 tired for this shit like me 2 baze me too like just lay down you’re old it’s alright

“chirrut are you praying” then chirrut 2 seconds later “we’ve been in worse cells dw cassian lol” like... chirrut is a Dramatic Hoe and I love him

me, every time mads was on screen: TELL ME DOCTOR LECTER

”be careful not to choke on your aspirations” this fucking bitch!!! hahaha Extra. I slapped my knee in the theatre tbh I laughed and no one else did but I managed to keep quiet

“is it gone? tell me” and baze just keeping quiet bc he doesn’t want to say it like ... amazing

Jyn was ok, didn’t dislike her but I felt nothing for her in particular like I liked her, but I didn’t love her

”I am w/you...but only because Cassian told me I had to be” like lmao I laughed again and no one laughed everyone in the theatre were humourless I s2g

Bodhi aka Beautiful, Outstanding, Dedicated, Handsome Individual he was precious I loved him “this is for you galen” like uh ok never asked for these feelings but thanks

when Baze called Jyn little sister??? Like ??? I became ... Emotional for some reason like no I haven’t seen the other movies but like lmao I know that Anakin sure killed all the baby jedis so I got the implication that she was like force sensitive or w/e

me, every time baze and chirrut were on screen together: :)

the desperation in baze’s voice when he was calling chirrut back like ??? bye. like.. .. wow.

”don’t go, I’m here” wow. ok.

baze looking back at chirrut and smiling ?? knowing they would be together again soon?? like uh again, wow ok.

every time the imperial march played i thought of the vids where ppl replaced it with toxic and had to try not to laugh tbh

“if cassian comes back i’ll leave them here” like you shady bitch just watchin out for your man good for you k

the romance was barely there and so i was like ok but at the same time i didn’t need it tbh it felt rushed like a bitch just met this guy who spent half the film lying to her and now she loves him?? tbh felt like she saw her dad in him re: “I did what i had to for a cause i believed in” which honestly is weird but maybe that’s just me

”goodbye” me, wiping tears from my face and reachin towards the screen “goodbye k :’(”

“I will tell you this thing about ____ in spoken exposition in a pretty unnatural way”

bodhi just doing what he knows is right bc his heart?? is so good??? like ??? please someone... get this man a blanket and his favourite snacks

the implication that now k has to kill his own kind for the rebellion like ... wowwww. like “i’m sure there’s a map around lol” like wow. sad

I felt that there wasn’t enough to go on for a lot of the characters like yeah, we get some stuff from them but there really wasn’t enough time to get to know them super well like... not like we didn’t know them at all but it felt sparse in some areas i guess idk i guess i just liked the characters and wanted to know more about them lmao

the like xwing(??) sequences were cool and great even though they definitely felt corny and old fashioned i liked them

the whole movie felt corny and old fashioned and tbh at first it bugged me but i grew to accept it like certain scenes were definitely modern, but others were definitely like... indicative of the series and how old it is idk how to explain LOL

the dialogue in this movie was ... not great lmao like... was it a conscious choice??? idk maybe it’s a style thing but it felt like when characters talked sometimes i was like “why is this character saying this”

liked the characters tho, so that’s what made me able to enjoy the movie i think lmao like i just watched mag 7 recently so like... it was the same story basically so it’s like ok same formula but in space ok but this one had a robot and no characters i hated by default bc racism so like. saved it.

All in all, I enjoyed it but I probably wouldn’t like watch it again right away. Tbh it is not a movie where I’m like wow, a masterpiece, like with cap 2 tws which i saw in theatres 6 times within like 4 weeks.

I would not watch a star war after this one just because like. i know with the exception of the TFA ...it’s all downhill lmfao. like I KNOW THEY’RE IMP MOVIES TO PEOPLE and everyone has movies like that but i feel like i’m past the age where i’m going to become obsessed. i might live to eat my words but for now i’m like yeah no i’m good not watching this 90000 year old movie with even worse dialogue than this one

#there are a lot of thoughts about baze and chirrut like who is surprised no one lmao but i felt like they were like.. on screen a lot

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nana-writes · 6 years

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“I leave you alone for five minutes!”- session 1 recap

First session was today and it was super fun, literally my cheeks were hurting from smiling so much by the time I got back home. We are a relatively small group (tho two more might be joining us!) and one of us couldn’t be there today so it was a party of only two when session started, Lor (me) and Lizian. It was also a longer session than we will probably have from now on and I’m still figuring out how one does this whole recapping thing so this turned out a tad long, and also really informal. Feel free to give me any feedback.

Okay so, we start with a job from Markov Wolf, in the city of Talra, who promises us 500gp upon delivery of this sealed letter in Walsol, the city of Mages. (IRL we are meant to be three in the group, with more possibly joining us later, but it's just two of us today cause the other person has gone home for the weekend)

We are halfway through our journey when we happen upon an upturn caravan some ways up the road. Its wheels have been removed, scrap metal and old armour and weapons have been mailed to it and someone has dug a moat half of the way around it. Now we are not stupid and choose not to engage, electing instead to just sneak around the other side of the road, through the woods. I roll a high enough stealth check to do this successively; Lizian does not and ends up shot twice.

So we are now in combat. I leave Lizian to take care of himself - he has healing magic and there is literally nothing I can do for him - and start running up to the caravan, attempting to do so in a way I won't be seen. I manage and now I'm right outside the door to the caravan. Lizien heals himself again only to be shot once more. My turn again, I kicked down the door to the caravan only to find five goblins hiding there instead of the two I'd first assumed. Still, I go for it and attempt to hit them (twice cause I'm a monk and we get to do that :p). I fail both times and the goblins taunt me. Back to Lizien, he comes closer to the caravan and now that he is in range casts a spell. It hits the two archer goblins for some damage and rocks the caravan. DM rolls for structural integrity and gets a 1 - crit fail - so one of the metal spikes falls and hits a goblin, splitting him in half. Goblins turn, the two of them in front of me are gonna stab me. They both roll really fucking high and I'm down (it's only half an hour into the session xD)

Lizien keeps engaging with the goblins with some success and I'm just rolling death saves: I save, save again, and then roll a nat 20 which means I'm back up with 1 HP. This naturally freaks out he goblins who just saw my wounds stitch themselves close but Lor doesn't care and just goes to punch one of the goblins. I succeed this time and cave his head in, killing him

Lizien's turn once more, he just attempts to intimidate the only remaining goblin. He succeeds and the goblin flees through a trapdoor we've only just now noticed, which leads to a basement they've dug up

Out of combat now, I pile up the corpses of the dead goblins on top of the trapdoor so we have time to flee and scavange around for anything useful. I get a shortbow and 60 (!) arrows

For Lor that's more than enough, all they wanna do now is leave; they are chaotic neutral and not bright at all but pretty intuitive, all they care about is their basic and indicate survival; the immediate threat is taken care of so they are just gonna leave

Lizien has a different idea. There is a bunch of oil urns around, which they'd used to attack us but like, we both have fire resistance, as well as a small fire where the oil was being warmed up. He suggests that we torch the place. After a moment's hesitation Lor agrees

We clear the area before it explodes and just wait far away enough for the fire to die down (which it does unrealistically fast, as well as it very unrealistically does not burn just the whole of the forest) and now Lor is ready to go but Lizien suggests going back inside to forage for any more treasure

We do, Lor with their new bow already notched, and we find one goblin, very much alive and looking okay, sitting on a magical cube as if it's a throne. This cube is emanating some sort of dead zone for magic, somethign Lizien had noticed before and he very much wants that cube.

Lor is trying to talk the goblin into just letting them go; Lizien is mostly antagonising him. A fight breaks out and I put an arrow through his throat, almost killing him in one shot, and definitely killing him afterwards as I punch him, tho not before he stabs Lizien hard enough to KO him

And then - and hour and a half into the session - both Niels (playing Lizien) and I fucking fail our roles to attempt to save Lizien and so, in our very first session, not even two hours in, we have the first PC death

Now, if you remember Oriana's unfortunate end in Lor's backstory and remember that that would have been two weeks before this, you can reasonably understand Lor to be in a state of shock

Continuing on! They pray to their god - who happens to be the god of death, Aemhert - over their fallen comrade body and then burry him, alongside the magical box that they 1) have no use for since their knowledge of magic is literally -1 and 2) can't actually carry since their strength is also -1 oops. They do rummage through the caravan and through Lizien's stuff, mostly cause they have to find the letter he was keeping on him. They take said letter, his money, his matches and rope, and two music sheets that are written in odd red writing (which apparently has backstory attached to it I learn ooc so we'll see how tHAT goes)

They also find two fuckin healing potions which like fuck me, couldn’t I have noticed them before??

But yeah, all that done, they go on their way. The rest of the journey is uneventful except for a quick run-in with a caravan of merchants. They trade news and the driver gives them a pouch of coin for taking care of the goblins. As I walk past the DM decides to drive the knife in further and twist it by having me overhear one of them murmur "how odd, an adventurer on their own"

But yeah, I make it to the city, and I’m inside the walls in the evening. I get a room in a Inn on the cheaper side of things and a warm meal and strike up a conversation with the barkeep. I show him the symbol on the seal of the letter - a sketch I made of it - not the letter itself and he does not recognise it but tells me he thinks it's somewhat religious an suggest I check in the Guilds quarter of the city

And so in the morning I do so, wandering about a bit hoping to see if anything catches my eyes and when nothing does I bite the bullet and go into one of the churches dedicated to Aemhert (same as the monastery I left). I'm wearing my robes, which I've kept since I fled, hoping that would give me more credibility. They are a bit small on me cause like, puberty is a thing, but not too much cause they were pretty big on me when I left and I’m smoll.

The monks manning the church automatically recognise me for another one of them and one of them asks me how he can help me.

I ask him about the symbol and he looks real shifty, like he doesn't wanna answer me. I want an answer tho, and I stupidly forget that using magic is probably not the best idea, so I cast Friends on him.

He tells me the symbol is of the Snake worshipping cult that has no name and, having noticed my snake head tattoos peeking over my shoulders they tell me they are disappointed that I have abandoned the teachings of Aemhert.

I tell him I have not and ask if he knows where to find them. He says no so I thank him and start leaving

At which point the spell wears off and he starts calling after me; when that doesn't work, he calls for guards, so I double back and leave the church through a back window

I attempt to loose them and repeatedly fail to do so until a tiefling stranger pulls me into an ally and into a dumpster. When the guard lifts the lid of the dumpster they fail to see us - the stranger tiefling must have cast some sort of darkness or invisibility spell

The guards go on their way and we climb back out. We introduce ourselves and a lil bit of conversation later I tell him about the snake worshipping cult. He – Zalral – actually happens to know where they meet and offers to take me there

And so off we go

The Snake Cult meets underneath an underground illegal fight club. Zalral leads me down a spiral, creepy stairs and tells me they are just through the door. Having noticed their symbol is the snake I hand Zalral my cloak and adjust the monk robes so as to make sure the heads are clearly visible, hoping this will gain me some favour

The letter delivery goes pretty uneventfully. The dude compliments my tattoos and at the end asks me if I know where I am. I sincerely answer that I do not know since I do not know and he lets me go

Zalral looks genuinely surprised as he hands me back my cloak and closes the iron door - apparently people rarely come back from there.

After some more chatting he offers for me to stay at his instead of going back to an inn, in case the guards to around knocking. Since he has a point and seems genuine enough, I follow. We stop by his to drop some things off and then decide to go magical item shopping!

Now, I do not have the money for this but I decide to get a ring of protection - which runs at 1000gp in this store and I only have 500 on me. Still, through some sketchy math on my part and a random teaming up with a nervous looking tiefling kid I manage to get a deal of 750gp for the ring and a cloak, which is what the kid was after. He pays 250 and I pay 500 which means I effectively get 50% off while the teenage boy payed full price. (Lor is not a lawful or a good character so * shrugs *)

We get out of the shop and Lor places the ring on the string around their neck, next to the little piece of off red bone already there (see backstory). The kid happens to be standing next to us and obviously so is Zalral since he is with me so we are all hit by the explosion that brings down the front wall of the shop in that moment

It effectively knocks me out – I failed the roll to avoid the debris but also ic it makes sense cause they had their back to the building and were distracted with the painful memories the necklace brings + where about to turn to the new boy and ask about him

(oh also the boy is the other Player’s new character)

Zalral heals me back up and starts dragging me out of the road. I turn to his new character and yell "c'mon kid this is not our problem"

And so all three of us run down the road

In the shop there are 6 thugs, two of whom look like wizards. Four of them are putting everything in the store into bags of holding while one of the thugs is grappling the owner down and the last wizard is keeping an eye out. Said wizard sees us flee and shoots after us, but we've rounded the corner by now

Realising they seem to be coming after witnesses and that they have seen where we went we climb up the building, hoping to confuse them.

Instead we seem to have put ourselves into yet more danger cause a red shockwave goes through the building that almost cleaves it in half. We decide to attempt to jump to the other building so as to try and get away

New_kid manages fine, but Zalral goes next and fails, falling down in the street with a broken leg and making enough noise that the wizard now knows where we are. There's no way I could get to him in time, or that we would be able to escape, so instead I get my bow and prepare to shoot as soon as any of them are in sight.

I get the wizard on his shoulder as he is halfway through an incantation, breaking his focus and stopping his spell

Some back and forth between all of us, the thug mostly focusing on Zalral cause he's the only one not on top of a building and thus reachable for him, the wizard focusing on both me and new_kid

I get a bunch of arrows in the wizard, enough to piss him off and get him to turn on me (he'd been mostly focused on new_kid cause he's also using magic) and he gets me down with one spell (necrotic damage is a bitch). Zalral heals me once again cause he's an angel and when I get back I roll a nat 20 on hitting the wizard – double damage dice boo yeah

So that doesn't kill him but it gets close enough that new_kid can then finish him off. Zalral manages to traumatise the thug into running away (psychic damage for the win!). I still shoot him in the back once more but he manages to get away

We come down and I get Zalral into a sitting position against the wall of the building while I wait for him to come through more or less.

A bunch of guards decide to show up then

We paint an interesting picture, a male tiefling severely injured sitting on the ground, another one of indeterminate gender but smh in a pink frilly dress, covered in blood and ashes but looking remarkably healthy, crouching next to him and a skittish anxious looking teen tiefling just standing there, a wizard's corpse on the ground close enough to him.

Still the guards realise we are victims not perpetrators and suggest we get to a healers before moving on to investigate and secure the scene of the crime. I scavenge the wizard’s body, finding some coin, an eye tattoo in his back and a small, onyx sphere in his mouth.

(ooc I know exactly where this onyx sphere is going; IC I somehow don't cause I rolled really badly & Lor is really dumb)

I help Zalral up and the three of us find our way not into the next healer but to the one after, cause we all have a healthy amount of mistrust for law enforcement and would rather not be so easily tracked, either by the guards or the thugs.

The healers berate us to no end over how violence is not the answer and “did you at least try to talk to them first” and suggest that we should have run away instead of fighting. I attempt to explain we did try but it didn’t work but they aren’t taking it so as soon as Zalral is back on his feet I drag him and Straight Up out and away from the healers.

We left the healers place and headed back to one of Zalral's apparent many safe houses. Once there we had some food and recapped on the events of the day

Straight Up (the new kid tiefling/new pc) learnt about the snake-worshipping cult and was clearly uneasy.

I then asked Zalral about the eye tattoo we'd found on the wizards back - apparently the symbol of a massive and really well-organised crime syndicate, extremely efficient in their endeavours. Apparently, they steal a bunch of magical items ever so often, killing the store owner in the process, and said magical items never show up again (or at least no one has been able to trace them again) but they don't usually go after witnesses like they did today

And I ask him about the onyx stone/tooth found on the wizard's mouth - to which he tells me it's the secret symbol of another important gang, the Onyx gang (my character is so dumb jc this was obvious) and that that's weird cause 1) there is no history between the two gangs, of them working together or anything, and 2) the Onyx gang doesn't really have a presence in this city (Walsol).

My character gets all constipated at the mention of the Onyx gang and pretty much stops all conversation. Zalral obviously notices and asks them what's up, what's the beef that they have with the Onyx gang to which Lor says they don't have any beef but that the gang might (Zalral comments that that's the same thing, just a matter of semantics and tbh it is cause if the onyx gang actually set up Lor then Lor obviously is out for blood but eh, they don't know that yet) and says nothing else, thumbing at their necklace (in case you don't recall from the backstory, they have a piece of their dead girlfriend's horns on a string around their neck).

So we all go to sleep on that happy note.

Next morning, over some breakfast, we plan out our day – Zalral is gonna go and check with all his local sources to try and gather some info on what happened and Straight Up and I are gonna go offer our services to the guards

So we go and the guards outside the station tell us they will let us in once we have something concrete to offer, and so we head to the shell of the once magic shop

There we find nothing left – not even selling or stock records, nothing. I do, however, find another Onyx - this one with an eye engraved onto it.

We take that back to the station and ask to see the main investigator in this case and are sent to the main barracks. There we meet the investigator (& stupidly forget to ask for his name throughout this whole thing) and chat some. We learn that the body of the wizard we killed (the only casualty on their side) had been stolen from the morgue that morning by the troll's fang gang, before they could get in a necromancer to ask him questions and that all other perpetrators from last night have probably skipped town by now, like with every other raid this gang had led before.

We show him the onyx with the eye and he thinks it’s a misdirection & we try to convince him that it's not (we found one on the dead warlock as well after all)

We then leave, grab some quick lunch, and head to the poorer side of town, hoping to find some more things. After a little bit looking around we spot an inn that has an eye carved into the wood of its door and so we head inside.

We quickly notice a band of thugs with eyes tattoos on the back of their hands drinking in the back of the room so we grab drinks for ourselves and sit on the table next to theirs. I pull out a dice set and, on a nat 20 performance check, we put on a good show of faking it. We are talking in infernal, sure noone can understand us tho we do draw some weird looks. Eventually the other group receives a secret message, carved into the bottom of a mug of ale

We can't read it from where we are so I attempt to approach them, with a smile and easy attitude, and ask if anyone wants to play since "winning against my brother is getting boring" (nevermind we do not have the same skin colour, it's not like these thugs know or care enough). They are, of course, racist scum and tell me to “get out of here you filthy devil spawn".

This pisses Straight Up apparently and he decides to take matters into his own hands by conjuring the sound of an explosion from outside (with thaumaturgy). I use this as an excuse to jump as if I've been startled by the noise and 'accidentally' knock the drink with the secret message down on the floor.

These thugs are now even more mad but I act all innocent and offer to grab them another drink (which the DM allows me to have advantage on a deception roll) and succeed in my roll so I pay for the drink and we quickly leave

Once outside we sneak into an alleyway on the other side of the road and wait for the thugs to leave the pub.

Three of them eventually do, two of them going down the street and a third, with a pronounced limp (which made me ask if I recognised him since I shot the thug from the day before in the back of the leg before he got away but no, not the same. I was excited for a second) heading down another narrow road. We hedge our bets and follow the lone one

Turns out his limp was a fake and he slowly loses it and picks up speed, parkouring it all over the city and in a twisted and circular route to where he wants to get

We finally get there tho, and there is an abandoned five story building with a basement access on a side street

He knocks on said door the same number of times as the numbers listed in the mug (so that's what the message is) and someone let's him

Straight Up and Lor debate what to do and realise they can't do anything except wait and watch the door or go in. So I suggest splitting the party (cursed words in d&d lol) so that one of us can stay and watch and the other can run back and get Zalral

We figure that I would be better at finding my way back so Straight Up stats and I go for a 20 mins run there & back

Straight Up figures that climbing the opposite building will give him the best pov so he attempts to climb said building and... Crit fails the roll, making a shit ton of noise

He panics and pushes a bunch of crates that were just there laying around in front of the basement door, just in time for someone on the other side attempting to open it (and failing)

Straight Up then runs inside the building to wait it out. When the thugs manage to break through the door and the crates – spreading a bunch of flour everywhere – Straight Up uses thaumaturgy to lead them away by causing noise on the road on the other side of the building, as if someone is running away

When they rush after the noise, Straight Up comes back onto the side street and casts firebolt, aiming for the door. Now, and I didn't know this, but apparently fire & flour don't mix well (cause flour = bio matter), so this causes a massive explosion that levels not just the thugs secret hideout building but also the one across from it, that Straight Up attempted to climb earlier

Now such a massive explosion obvious makes the thugs turn back around and now they are in pursuit of Straight Up. Two of them stop to try and shoot him instead, managing to hit, but he's still running. He spots a healers centre and runs in, hoping for safe refugee

Suprise suprise it's the same healers as before - who made us promise not to come back (not to get in trouble) in the next week

So of course they berate & scold him

One of the thugs is still giving chase and he comes into the building and stops, ready to fire on Straight Up - except he never manages cause the magic of the place/of the healers stops him, by making him levitate in the air

In the meantime, I've reached Zalral's place and we are coming back. The healers, about half an hour later than when Straight Up had walked in, sees the two of us walking by and so finally stops chewing him out and heals him, sending him our way.

We are surprised to see him and I connect the dots and yelp at him "you did that?!" to which he just sort of shrugs so we take a slightly longer way around to try and access the situation before the thugs, if they are still there, can see us

We arrive to a fire in full effect, a bunch of guards standing around as well as some civilians.

And, more importantly, the two thugs still there, still with their shortbows.

I notice them noticing us and because I wanna avoid an all-out encounter and anyways rushing them would probably look bad anyways, I approach the guards, intending to make small talk and wait to see what the thugs will do.

Apparently, they really don't think any good of the police cause they see Straight Up and just shoot, both bolts hitting him and he's down and unconscious

The guards are startled, which gives the bad guys a round to get away, but they then pursue.

In that same round, I give Straight Up a healing potion and then we are following the bad guys, who have split and run in opposite directions. We’ve lost one of them already.

But the other is running down a wide road, two soldiers in his tail. The soldier’s kind of give up on catching him and instead attempt to shot him down. They manage to hit and he stumbles so I catch up to him. When he attempts to run away again I get an attack of opportunity and manage to grapple him and throw him on the ground over my shoulder, bringing him down to 0 hp (not dead just unconscious, I was clear before I attacked so the DM wouldn't just kill him off xD)

We restrain him and then Zalral heals him some so that he's no longer unconscious. I've got a knife to his throat when he comes through and because I've literally just thrown him down I get advantage on intimidating him

He gives us some info but he's mostly being really stubborn. We learn that the whimpering sound we could hear from the door? It was puppies they'd locked in a closed room

I nick him for that and while the guards look like they should disapprove of me harming a prisoner who is technically in their custody, they don't.

He's mostly done talking at this point tho, and he actually attempts to spit at me (rude) tho he fails

So Zalral casts charm person on him (which, once again, the guards frown on since it's illegal and all but say nothing, we are not the cops after all and this is far more info then they've ever gotten out of any of these thugs) and now he's far more friendly

He tells us about the Onyx gang and how they have joined forces with the all-seeing eyes gang and have expanded to this city for about a month now.

We ask him about other safe houses and he tells us of other two, one in another city (?) Talra, and one 36 steps away from that first one. He doesn't know the safe word/passcodes to either of them tho

He ask him about the troll fang gang and if they are connected. He says he doesn't know about them but that the Ten Eyes gang is a subsidiary of theirs

He alludes to his boss a couple of times and how she was still underground when the fire started but he can't confirm whether or not there is a second way out. He also says that there are at least three layers of bosses above him, the top one not actually being a gang member, but also isn't someone with public face

This is pretty much when he clams up tho cause, even with the charm person spell or my intimidation he's more afraid of his boss than he is of torture or death

So we haul ass back to the main barracks to go see the investigator and hand him the prisoner (I ask one of the guards the name of the investigator and we are told he's called Hendrickson so yeay, we finally know his name xD)

Oh before that I forgot! There's a bunch of things that the prisoner doesn't tell us, not because he doesn't know them (tho there's that too) or because he doesn't want to (charm person deals with that) but because someone has made him forget. We intend on telling that to Hendrickson and get him to get a mage on that; but I also recall the cube that I buried in the forest, which had an aura of no magic to it and thus maybe can undo magical effects

But yeah so we start heading back and on the way are attacked by two assassin's who ignore all of us and go straight for the poor dude. They manage to gut him and then attempt to run away. We all shoot at them and manage to injure one of them enough that when I try to catch up to him I manage. But, instead of running away and giving me an attack of opportunity like the thug did earlier, this assassin simply turns around and stabs me. His dagger is fucking magical or something cause of course, so one single stab gets me down, almost to immediate death as well.

Straight Up catches up to me and gives me our last healing potion, while one of the other guards shoots the assassin again. He's still not dead smh (I think he had like 60+ hp at the start??) but he seems to think he's not gonna get away – we’ve hit him quite a lot tbf) cause he basically detonates a bomb, killing himself

Everything, including his body, is destroyed - except for his dagger. I grab it and both Straight Up and Zalral do arcana checks on it. They find two enchantments, one that makes it really hard to destroy and another that allows for it to be tracked.

Now thank fuck he noticed that last one cause I was intending on keeping it. Instead we go to the barracks, tell Hendrickson all the info we learnt and leave the knife with him, suggesting he try and revert the tracking spell.

Then we head home and all the way there, I chew Straight Up out over being careless and a fucking pyromaniac.

And that's the end of our first, longass session! We all leveled up and honestly i can’t wait for the next session, I wanted it to be here already :P

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