#did you watch monk? if you did not then you will not be as amused by this as i am

[misteradrianmonk]

@lighthouseborn

It was. It - it was. The wrong way around.

He wasn't particular about the sorting systems used in libraries but there was a wrong way and a right way and he - he wasn't particular but usually he liked things to be, um. Right. And it - it hadn't been busy, all the.. robot-y... people had come and gone, it really was just Adrian, and it was a public library.

Um.

He was just re-organising them just a little. To fix it.

"Oh, good." Oh, good. He climbed down the little step-ladder he was using (no higher than the second rung - that was high enough, thank-you) when he saw that someone had joined him: one of the volunteers? Maybe. He had told Adrian where to find the library. (The book Adrian had wanted to check out, some old and hard-to-find recipebook Trudy had loved, was secure in his satchel.) "Do you - does New Jericho have a label-maker or something, these books are all - they're organised wrong. I don't mind it but I thought I'd fix it. Since I'm here."

The books of this shelf he was working on - almost all of them - were spread haphazardly on the floor around him, in various, well-organised stacks.

"You'll thank me later."

[thekinslayed]

Lovely As Can Be

summary | Your path crosses with Osferth's once more, who has blossomed into a different man from the last time you saw him. (based on this request.)

pairing | osferth x maid!reader

tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! unprotected sex, public sex, grinding, osferth's not a virgin in this one Lord, fluff (lots of it), sharing an orange is a love language

wordcount | 6.5k

song rec | Would That I - Hozier

note | surprise surprise! here's something with our baby monk (who is looking super fine in that gif)! a certain scene was inspired by ophelia (2018), can you spot which one? :D

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

You had been helping the young maids put up the freshly washed linens to dry when you were informed of the arrival of some guests. Wiping your wet hands on your apron, you left the girls to welcome the travelers who were to stay in Mildrith’s inn. Passing by some of the other help scurrying around, you keep an eye on their tasks, giving out instructions when you catch something that would not pass your madam’s standards.

An amused scoff left your lips when you reached the front of the house, a familiar group of warriors awaiting you with enthusiastic grins. Uhtred called out your name, greeting you warmly.

“Ah, King Edward’s dashing knights,” you jested, greeting them all with a smile and a nod.

You were only a girl when you first received the pleasure of meeting Uhtred and his group of warriors. Freshly sixteen, Mildrith had taken you under her wing to work as a maid in her husband’s inn. It was the biggest in town and was frequented by most travelers when traveling south, hence the constant need for help within the establishment. In the first months of your position, you had spent many an hour scrubbing floors, cleaning out bed pans, and pouring mead for guests.

It was a couple of months after your assignment that the arrival of the arguably infamous Uhtred of Bebbanburg sparked much excitement within the town, especially in Mildrith’s inn where they were sure to be staying. You watched, wide-eyed, as the Dane and his group strolled through the establishment, carrying such a commanding presence that everyone had stopped to look at them. Behind the group, you noticed a lanky figure trailing behind them, swathed in holy robes, appearing smaller than the rest despite being the tallest. 

‘A Christian monk travels with Danes, how odd,’ you thought then. 

You remembered his blue eyes, always wide like a frightened doe. It was clear he was barely a warrior, freshly taken under Uhtred’s wing, but you had treated him with no less respect than you did the older men.

He was a boy back then, and now, standing before you, was a man; Osferth was now a seasoned warrior like the rest of them. When his back used to be hunched in insecurity, he now stood tall, chest proud. 

“Look at you, baby monk, looks like you’ve grown some hair on your chest," you commented, hand propping up on your hip. His build now filled out the robes nicely, shapely muscles filling in the loose crevices of the garment. 

“Ah, he’s grown them alright, even more down his–” Finan began, but a slap on his shoulder from the king’s bastard had him cutting his words short, bellowing in laughter.

“Very nice to see you again, my lady,” Osferth greeted sweetly, giving you a slight nod. 

“Sweet as ever,” you cooed, turning to the other men, “unlike some of ya!”

They opened their mouth to protest, but you quickly led them into the inn, ignoring their complaints of faux offense. You led the men to a long table in the dining area, where the afternoon meals were beginning to be served. The group of warriors sat down, weary and starved from their long journey. You called a younger maid to fetch some mead for the guests, before bringing over some bread and stew.

“Looks like Mildrith has you ordering people around now, eh? No more scrubbing floors for you then?” Uhtred mentioned, making you chuckle while pouring the liquor into their cups. 

“She has me watch over the newcomers, especially the clumsy ones, but aye, I earned my right to not be cleaning chamberpots now, my lord,” you responded, placing the jug of mead back onto the table. “Doesn’t mean I don’t get my hands dirty now and then!” 

You took a seat beside Sihtric when he scooted over for you, urging you to sit with them. There was a reprieve from the ache in your heels, joints relaxing in relief after long hours of being on your feet. You asked the men about their journey, listening in awe at all the battles they fought and the lands they traversed since you last saw them.

“And they hung us upside down from a tree! I mean seriously, they could have just tied us to a trunk and be over with it, but no, they had to dangle us like some roasted pigs!” Finan exclaimed, hands waving wildly at his retelling. A laugh bubbled from your chest, mixing with the deeper chuckles echoing from the table. 

Behind you, some stable boys had passed by in search of some mead to cool off after hours in the hot midsummer sun. Spotting a familiar head of dark hair, Uhtred points to Eadric, turning to you.

“Isn’t that…? Call him over, I want to know if he is keeping you happy as a married woman!” He exclaimed in sincerity. Confused, you turned around to who he was pointing at, before pulling down his extended arm before he could call Eadric over.

“Keep it down,” you said in haste, the smile on your face dropping. All four men looked at you in confused concern, looking at you as your gaze dropped to your lap.

“I am not a married woman. Eadric and I, we did not…” you trailed off, shaking your head lightly. 

“What?” Uhtred asked in bewilderment, gaze flickering to your former lover who had walked away to return to the stables. “But you both had been so eager to marry!”

“I know, I know. He, uh, he had a change of heart,” you explained, rubbing the back of your neck. They all looked at you in pity, so you plastered a rueful smile on your face, waving it off.

“Tis no matter, we were young, and we were foolish. I-I’ve moved past it, really,” you reassured them. 

“If you need us to do anything, just say the word,” Uhtred said, earning a nod from the rest of the group.

“Aye, Sihtric is quite skilled at making things look like an accident,” Finan said lowly, making you giggle as the Dane nodded eagerly. Osferth sat silently, watching the light in your eyes dim at the turn of the conversation.

“Thank you, but there is no need,” you said gratefully. With a deep sigh, you rose from the bench and smoothed out your skirts. “Well, I shall go see that your rooms are ready, and if there is anything you need, you know where to find me,” you told them, before leaving them to their meals. You were unaware of a pair of icy blue eyes following your retreating form as you walked away, busying yourself with your tasks once more.

Before dusk had begun to settle into the horizon, Mildrith had sent you off to gather some greens for supper from the market. You had hurried to old Hilda’s shop, filling your large basket with greens for the stew as well as some potatoes and grain. You all but waddled back to the inn, balancing the heavy basket on your hip, willing yourself not to drop anything into the damp earth on your way back.

“My lady!” A familiar voice called out behind you, making you stop in your tracks. You lifted the basket higher on your hip, keeping a firm hand on the wooden carrier to prevent it from sliding down further. Osferth rushed to you, taking the heavy basket from your hands.

“Let me, please.”

“I do not wish to burden a great warrior with a task so little, Osferth,” you tried to reason, but the monk had already lifted the weight with ease. He smiled at you, shaking his head.

“No great warrior would deny a lady his aid when she needs it, he would be less of a man if he did so,” he explained, walking beside you back to the inn. An amused smile lifted on your lips, turning to look at the taller man beside you. Your eyes studied the shadows the setting sun cast upon his face, now more structured and manly than you had last seen him. The plumpness of youth had melted and given way to a sculptured jaw, an aquiline nose, and pursing lips. His bright blue eyes once shone with exuberant wonder and apprehension now reflected a more mature wisdom. He carried himself with an air of confidence you had never seen in him before, one that belonged to a man who was sure of himself. 

Catching your gaze on him, Osferth turned to you, raising his eyebrows in question. Your cheeks flushed at being caught in the act, your lips lifting into a shy smile.

“You seem so different now than when we last saw each other,” you said. The monk’s eyes caught the way you slightly bit your lip, watching how the plump flesh reddened at the contact.

“Different in what way, my lady?” Osferth asked.

“You seem stronger. More confident,” you told him, trying to pick the right words to describe the change you have seen in him. “Like there is a fire burning within you.”

A smile touched Osferth’s lips as he glanced at you, the corners of his lips curling upwards. Your eyes meet his icy blues, his dirty blonde tresses appearing much darker in the dimming sunlight. A hum left the monk’s lips, keeping his eyes on yours for a moment longer before returning to the road.

“I suppose I have,” he agreed. Osferth’s longer legs made for bigger strides, and the taller man shortened his steps when he noticed how fast you had to walk to keep up with him. He turned his head to look at you once more, “though I suppose I could say the same thing about you, my lady.”

His gaze roamed over your features, taking in your flushed cheeks, the rosy pink of your lips. Surprise sparked in your orbs, making him chuckle when you turned to him.

​​"You have grown more beautiful," his tone was matter-of-fact, like he was stating a simple truth. The words made your heart flutter, the breath catching in your throat for a moment. You had never been one to be bestowed such compliments, thus making the smallest of praises leaving you flustered. Osferth's eyes twinkled as he continued to stare at you, enjoying the way he seemed to make you flustered in his presence. "You have a certain glow about you, my lady. Like the warm touch of the sun on a summer's day.”

“My, it seems you have become a warrior and a poet,” you jested, earning a chuckle from the man beside you. 

As you neared the inn, young Ida had passed by the pair of you, carrying dried linens. You did not miss the way her eyes caught Osferth’s, the man beside you smiling at her. The young maid immediately blushed, ducking her head as she walked by. His gaze followed her passing form, craning his head back as she passed. You ignored the strange feeling in your chest at the sight, returning your eyes to the muddy road.

“I am certain Uhtred and the others had you meeting all kinds of girls around the land, seeing as you are now quite the charmer,” you teased Osferth, bumping your elbow into his. The young monk made a grunt of amusement, turning back to you. It had gone unnoticed by you when he had begun to walk much closer by your side, the back of his hand brushing against the back of yours with the sway of your arms.

“You think I am charming?” He arched a brow at you, a playful tone coloring his voice. You rolled your eyes as he spun your own words back at you, chuckling as the bastard nudged your elbow in return. 

“Oh dear, I fear all that time on the road has taught you all the wrong things,” you said, letting out a comical sigh that made Osferth laugh. As both of you reached the inn, you gestured for the warrior monk to hand you the basket, but he refused, telling you he shall take it to the kitchens for you, ever the chivalrous gentleman. You led him through to the bustling kitchens, busy in preparation for supper, where he had dropped the basket. Many words of thanks left your lips at his gracious assistance in hauling the heavy load of produce around for you.

“It is no trouble, my lady,” Osferth waved off. Looking around the area, you subtly reached into the basket, pulling out an orange to give to the taller man. You had secretly bought it for yourself, splurging on a treat you had not seen in ages. You handed it to Osferth, who looked equally in surprise.

“Where did you get this?” He asked, eyes wide at the side of the bright fruit. He took it into his larger hand, lifting it to his nose to smell the sweet scent of its zest, his lips letting out a delighted sigh. 

“This was the last one Hilda had, and I just couldn’t help myself,” you said sheepishly. “You can have it, Osferth, for helping me with this.”

“Oh no, I cannot, my lady! ‘Tis yours!” Osferth exclaimed, handing the round fruit back into your hands. You shook your head, pressing it back into his grasp.

“No, please! It is no matter, I am sure she shall have some again. ‘Tis summer after all, and the season brings much fruit into our harvest,” you explained, earning a sigh from the young warrior. You gave him a small smile, placing your hand atop his larger one. “I doubt you can find these on the road anywhere else.”

“Thank you, my lady, you are most gracious,” Osferth expressed, giving you a sincere smile. You stared up at his blue orbs, the corner of your lips lifting into a smile of your own. A strange warmth spread across your chest, making you feel coquettish and timid as the blonde towered over you. The tips of your shoes were a hair inch away from the tips of his boots, his warmth engulfing your entire being. At this distance, you had a direct view of the cleft of his nose, and the way his pupils changed in diameter as he gazed at you.

You were broken away from your trance by the sharp voice of Mildrith, calling you over. Your feet took a small step away from Osferth, clearing your throat. The young warrior sniffled, looking at his shoes and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I should go, Osferth,” you said, giving him an apologetic look. He nodded in understanding giving you a small smile.

“Of course, I shall see you at supper, then?” He asked, to which you nodded. You watched as the young monk walked out of the kitchen, pocketing the orange you had given him. You couldn’t help the way your lips lifted higher, a girlish chuckle leaving your lips when he gave you one last look before disappearing down the hall, shooting you a roguish smirk. 

“Oi! What are ya gigglin’ over there for? Get a move on, missy!” Mildrith scolded, making you jump. You squeaked out a small apology, bowing your head when you passed by her to get on with your work, unaware of the way the mistress of the house shook her head at you in amusement, a small smile breaking out on her own lips.

One thing that attracted the numerous guests to the inn was the suppers. They were always boisterous, rowdy, and filled with music and chatter. Even the townspeople spend their nights at the inn, making the establishment somewhat akin to an alehouse with the drinks that flowed and the laughs that echoed through the room. Tonight was no different, the common hall was packed with guests and local folks alike, and chatter bustled through the air as you maneuvered around the room, refilling cups of ale with the jug in your hand. You greeted your regulars, ignored the advances of some that already had one too many cups of liquor, and kept your eye out on anything else your guests might need. You checked on the younger maids walking around, guiding the ones who were a bit unsure of what to do. When you had first started at the inn, working the suppers intimated you, with your timid nature and clumsy hands. The overlapping noises left you rattled, coupled with the growing rowdiness as the night went on. As you gained more experience and became one of Mildrith’s most trustworthy workers, you took it upon yourself to look out for the newcomers, treating them kindly instead of punishing them for every slip-up they made.

You had quickly exchanged your empty jug for a fresh one at the kitchens before walking back into the hall once more. You heard a voice call you over, turning to Finan who was waving you to their table. As you approached, you spotted the women sitting beside each one of them. You recognized them from the brothel a few doors over, a frequent presence during nights like these in your establishment. It was no surprise that Uhtred and his men had found their companions for the night so quickly, their reputations certainly bearing no lie about their proclivities. Your eyes flickered to where Osferth sat with his arm around a young brunette’s shoulders. You caught the way her fingers toyed with the cross pendant around his neck, leaning into the long expanse of his neck. The corners of your lips dipped slightly at the sight, a strange twinge in your belly. You caught yourself before anyone could notice, plastering a wide smile on your face.

“Enjoying the night, boys?” you asked the table, refilling their cups.

“Aye, good to not be shitting in the woods for once!” Sihtric exclaimed, earning laughs and cheers from his companions. Osferth sat silently, observing the way you rounded their table. He tried to catch your eye, but you seemed to be focused on the jug you held in your hand as you poured ale.

“Why don’t you come sit with us for a while? You are working too hard!” Uhtred urged, to which you only gave a smile.

“Tempting, my lord, but my madam would not be too happy. It is quite a busy night after all,” you said, earning disappointed groans from Finan and Sihtric. You shook your head at their antics, before excusing yourself. For a brief moment, your eyes meet Osferth’s, who had been staring at you the whole time. You gave him a small smile and a nod, before walking away, letting out a sigh as the corner of your lips dropped.

You stood by a pillar, leaning on your weight on the wood while watching the crowd. A man had stood on top of one of the tables, strumming his lute while the guests sang along. In the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar figure approaching the other side of the column, mirroring your position.

“Alright?” He asked, shooting you a concerned look. Another sigh left your lips, keeping your eyes on the lute player, feeling his gaze on the side of your cheek.

“M’fine, Eadric,” you said with indifference. Neither of you spoke for a moment, letting the echoes of the singing crowd fill the space between you.

“Mm, I know you. I can still read you well, you know, despite how we stand now,” he expressed, a somber tinge in his tone. A scoff left your lips, shaking your head at him slightly.

“Well, considering you can hardly read a few words on a scroll of parchment, I think it best if you stop fretting about me.”

“I will have you know I am capable of discerning whole sentences now, by year’s end perhaps I will be able to read you a sonnet to win your heart once more!” A laugh left your lips at his words, bubbling out before you could swallow them down. Your former lover looked satisfied with successfully getting a reaction out of you, smiling as your cheekbones lifted. 

From his place at their table, a young warrior monk watched you and your former husband-to-be. The brunette beside him had been whispering nonsense into his ear, yet he paid her no mind, keeping his attention on you and the way you turned to Eadric, leaning to say something into his ear over the crowd’s noise. 

As the night grew darker and the jugs of ale turned empty, you stayed on your feet, cleaning up in the kitchens away from the ruckus, alone. No Eadric, no Osferth, no grimy hand of a drunkard to grab you close. This was your favorite part of the night, to be granted a moment’s reprieve from the chaotic bustle of your days. It was peaceful to have a moment alone with your thoughts like a soft howl of wind on a dark night. Your hands worked mindlessly to scrub the dirty dishware while you let your mind run loose. There was little room for one’s thoughts in a position like yours. The days would often feel autonomic— clean off the linens in the morning, be in the kitchens by noon, and pour ale for the guests in the evening. The surprise of welcoming old friends like Uhtred, Finan, and Sihtric was a pleasant deviation from your otherwise monotonous life.

And dear Osferth. You supposed you had always been quite partial to him among the rest, you were close in age and personality, or at least you were. Where you were timid, Osferth was equally as shy, yet now, he had blossomed into something greater, forging his name into history, all the while you had remained a closed bud still rooted to the soil you had been planted in. As much as you missed the clumsy, doe-eyed baby monk, the warrior sat in your madam’s hall had as much power to render you weak as he did to wield a sword. To be under his gaze had you blushing like a young maiden, and he a dashing knight.

You shook your head, snapping out of your reverie. Osferth had seen many things and met countless faces, surely you did not hold a light to the girls that had come his way. It was no use to be feeling this way, not when he was to leave by the moon’s turn, not when you shall be left alone once more.

Dawn had barely broken through the horizon when you had risen from your cot, stretching your aching limbs with a groan. You had slept for barely three hours, but your body had grown accustomed to your early mornings, often rousing from your slumber with the sun’s rise. The air held a slight prickle of humidity during the summer, giving you no need for furs and a fire during the night. The rest of the inn laid fast asleep, and with the few more moments left to your own, you gathered a clean set of clothes, taking silent steps across the creaking floorboards to step out. The smell of the earth was refreshing, coupled with the morning dew that sprinkled the green grass. It was quiet, save for the howls of mourning doves that echoed through the trees. Humming an old tune to yourself, you made your way to the lake past the thick of the woods, placing your clean clothes on the ground before shrugging off your dress. Clad in only your thin cotton shift, your bare feet padded on the soft soil to approach the lake’s edge. You dipped a toe in, testing its temperature, before stepping down the shallow surface. The water held a slight bite of cold, just how you liked it. You took careful steps across the soft earth, the water rising higher up to your waist. You bent your knees to fully submerge yourself into the cool water, staying underwater for a moment, before breaking the surface to catch your breath. The water felt wonderful on your skin, even more so as it soaked your hair clean of yesterday’s muck. You bathed peacefully in the lake, scrubbing on your scalp and swimming across the water. You allowed yourself to settle, granting yourself a moment of calm before another busy day. Your eyes closed as you let yourself float on the water’s surface, humming to yourself once more.

The quiet peace of your morning was disrupted when you heard the first sounds of approaching footsteps. Alerted, you returned to your feet, looking around for the source. You had no place to hide, not when you were right in the middle of the forest’s clearing. You spotted a large rock situated against the lake’s edge, covered by tall, wispy grass, prompting you to quickly swim towards the stone and lean against it in hopes of hiding your bareness. Through the grass, you spotted a pair of boots approaching where your clothes had been placed, giving away your presence.

“My, a magnificent fish has come to shore!” A familiar voice called out, echoing through the air. Warily, you poked your head out to catch a glimpse of the intruder, only to find the warrior monk. You felt a relief to be discovered by Osferth rather than a stranger, your lips lifting into a small smile as you regarded him.

“Are you here to fish my lord?” you played along, feigning innocent curiosity. You crossed your arms over your shoulders to cover your chest as you stepped away from the rock, revealing yourself to the royal bastard. It seemed he had awakened not too long ago either, evident from his blonde tresses that were slightly ruffled. His feet took steps closer to the lake’s edge, while his hands crossed behind his back. He flashed you a lopsided grin at your query, shaking his head lightly.

“No, no. Though I am a warrior and have traversed these lands and back, I have no skill for the waters. Perhaps the fish will allow me to admire its beautiful scales instead?” he asked, blue eyes raking over your wet form. You bit your lip as he stared at you, cheeks warming despite the cool air. Stiff buds poked against the wet fabric of your shift, still covered by your arms. 

“There are far more handsome fish around here, perhaps you may find some better use of your time with them,” you suggested, making the warrior monk’s thin lips twisted at your words.

“I would rather not, I find this one particularly breathtaking,” he said, looking at you with a gaze that made your skin tingle. Your mind raced with uncertainty, while your skin burned with desire. To be graced with Osferth's magnetic presence had ignited a deep pulsating ache within you, one not easily stoked by any man. Under the morning sun, you gazed upon his face. He was handsome, very much so. The royal blood in his veins graced him with a beauty higher than that of any common man, but all his rugged edges were all thanks to his time as a warrior walking with Danes. You desired him, and now, he stood before you, all yours for the taking.

You looked around, making sure there was no one else in your surroundings, before uncrossing your arms and standing tall, baring your chest to his eye, pathetically covered by the now translucent fabric of your wet shift. 

“These waters can get quite lonesome for a fish like I. Perhaps my lord would like to join me?”

You visibly gulped as Osferth shamelessly stared at your breasts, waiting with bated breath for his next move. Keeping his eyes on yours, the warrior monk disrobed. He had been without his cuirass, only his robes and breeches. Piece by piece, Osferth’s pale flesh became exposed to your watchful eye. He had placed his robes neatly beside yours, before removing his boots and unlacing his breeches. A small gasp left your lips when he pulled his trousers off, standing tall with his gradually hardening cock on display. An amused huff left the monk’s lips at the way your eyes were stuck on his length, chest puffing proudly under your gaze. He was well-endowed, this he knew, it was what garnered attention from all those women after all. His long, muscled legs approached the edge, cock swaying with every step forward. A warmth in your belly grew as the young warrior dipped into the water, prickling your skin as his eyes stayed on yours the whole time. Your chin tilted upwards as he towered before you, the difference in your heights making you feel covered in his shadow, protected.

“I trust you had a pleasant evening?” you asked, voice dropping low with the change in proximity. Osferth hummed, giving you a small nod.

“Yes, though I admit, it would have been much better if it had been spent with your presence beside me,” Osferth said. His warm breath fanned across your face, the heat of his flesh radiating against yours, causing a shiver to run up your spine. His orbs flickered across your features for a moment, his hand hovering above your arm, yet not touching you. The corners of your lips shifted into a downward smile at his words.

“My apologies, my duties prevented me from doing so. Though it seemed the seat by your side had been occupied. Either way, you had splendid company, only the best in town for the King’s warriors,” you replied softly. He shook his head slightly at you, sniffling lightly.

“It was not her company I sought.”  

His large hand covered the width of your arm, pulling you closer into his space. Your hands placed themselves on his chest upon instinct, while his slithered around your waist. His aquiline nose dipped into the skin of your cheek, breathing in the scent of your flesh. Your eyes fluttered close upon the contact, your heart thumping at the feeling of a growing stiffness poking against your thigh.

“How did you know where to find me?” you whispered in his ear.

“I had stepped out for air after my morning prayers. It was then I caught a glimpse of you, walking into the woods,” he explained, lifting his head to look at you. Your fingers trailed against the edge of his jaw, feeling the small prickling of his lightly growing stubble beneath your fingertips. 

“You followed me?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him. A sheepish smile formed on his thin lips, while yours lifted in amusement.

“Tis not safe for a lady to be alone in these woods,” he reasoned, tone light and almost playful. He furrowed his eyebrows in mock concern, shaking his head lightly. A chuckle left your lips, reverberating against Osferth’s chest.

“I know these woods better than you, Osferth,” you replied, to which he only shrugged. “Did the Lord speak to you in your prayers, leading you to me?”

“Aye,” he nodded. His hands squeezed the softness of your arms, before drifting down to settle on your waist. “He all but called me a fool, for letting a beautiful lady walk away from my midst without showing my affections.”

“I am no lady.”

“You can be my lady if you will it so,” he said. Osferth’s calloused hands cupped the sides of your face, keeping your eyes on him.

"You have met the most beautiful ladies in the land, and you will meet more. I am but a simple maid, why me?" you questioned, voice dropping to a whisper. A wistful sigh left his chest, thumbs caressing the plump flesh of your cheek.

"A flower may bloom in the most ordinary of gardens," he whispered softly, his voice carrying the weight of genuine fondness. "And yet, it is that very simplicity that makes its beauty all the more extraordinary."

His head dipped close to yours, your lips just a hair's breadth apart from his. "You have always enraptured me, from the moment I had first stepped into your midst," he confessed.

“Do you jest?” You asked, searching for any sign of any sign of insincerity; you found none.

“I do not jest about matters of the heart,” he whispered, leaning his face closer to yours. You couldn’t help the way your eyes fluttered shut when his nose nudged against yours. His lips pressed a kiss against one cheek, then the other, almost in reverence. Your hands on his chest slithered up to wrap around his neck, pressing yourself further into his build. Your foreheads pressed together, basking in its each other’s warmth for a moment before Osferth leaned forward to capture your lips in his. A gasp left you in surprise, though you had quickly softened into his arms. You had let him lead you in pace, clearly having less experience than the well-traveled monk. The only other man you had kissed was Eadric, and even then you were young and had no knowledge of the ways of the flesh. This was different; Osferth kissed you the way a man kissed a woman, a lover, a wife. It was all-consuming, a kiss that bordered on gnawing, coupled with his wandering hands that caressed and squeezed your curves. They were rough despite the fabric of your shift separating his touch from your bare flesh, and as they cupped the sides of your thighs, he silently urged you to wrap your legs around his waist.

You obliged, letting him carry your weight with his hands supporting your rear. His stiff length is pressed between your bodies, its veiny underside pushing against the dip in your folds. A whimper permeated the air between you when he guided your hips to rub against his shaft, one echoed by a grunt from the warrior monk. It was an odd feeling, though deliciously pleasant. It was different from when your fingers would circle your pearl as you lay in your cot, biting back your sounds of pleasure lest someone heard through the thin walls. Your hips began to move with Osferth’s rhythm, grinding your pearl against his cock. 

“Osferth…” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his once more. The man had started to pant against your lips, small grunts leaving his lips.

“My lady,” he moaned out, before smashing his lips against yours. The kiss was frantic and desperate, with tongues dancing against each other and teeth clashing. You moaned against Osferth’s lips when his cockhead snagged against your folds, rubbing deliciously against your pearl. The prickling heat in your belly began to grow, but you needed more.

“Please, Osferth,” you pleaded against his lips, before letting out a whine.

“What is it, my lady? Say what you need, and it is yours. I am all yours,” he responded. His eyes met yours, which had turned clouded with a heady tinge. There was a wrinkle in between your eyebrows as they furrowed in desperation.

“Take me, all of me,” you said. Your hand reached behind you, taking hold of his cock to guide it to your slit. With another deep kiss from Osferth, he breached your entrance, sliding you down his length. Your moan echoed through the breeze at the stretch, prompting you to bury your head in his neck. You bit hard into the junction of his shoulder from the slight sting; the lack of intimacy with another man leaving your walls unaccustomed to such a stretch. Osferth’s chest vibrated against yours as a deep moan left his lips when he bottomed out, stilling for a moment. 

When the pain in your walls began to subside, your hips slowly began to move. Large, calloused hands remained on your rear, guiding you up and down his prick. There was a slight ripple in the water from your movements, growing into small splashes when your hips increased their pace. 

You tugged the collar of your shift down, exposing your breasts to the morning air. Osferth leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking on the stiff bud while a hand massaged the other. Breathy moans of pleasure freely fell from your open lips, singing a tune so sweet to the monk’s ears. Your fingers gripped the hairs on the back of Osferth’s neck, your hips never losing their rhythm. His lips switched to suck on the other breast, leaving soft marks on the supple flesh, marking you as his. 

“Do you like this, my lady?” Osferth asked against your skin, before trailing his kisses upward to suck on your neck. 

“Yes, oh yes!” you whined. The thought that someone shall hear your moans and discover the pair of you was forgotten with the way your mind grew dazed in Osferth’s embrace. Your nipples rubbed against his taut chest, the fine sprinkle of hair on the milky flesh ticking your sensitive nubs. 

“You are the most divine,” the young monk moaned, squeezing your rear. Your lower lip is caught between your teeth tightly, almost breaking flesh as you neared your precipice. The sensation of your pearl rubbing against Osferth’s pubic bone threatened to send you into overdrive, shooting sparks of pleasure up your spine. The warmth in your core bloomed upwards, starting to spread to your chest. Your walls began to squeeze his cock, signifying the start of your release.

“Osferth, ah, I am going to–”

“Go ahead, my beauty, let it go for me,” he coaxed you. Your release washed over you like a dam breaking through its walls. A whine left your lips as your eyes shut, your features scrunching together in bliss. Osferth’s eyes stayed on your face, watching you get lost deep in your delight. He continued to bounce you onto his cock through your release, before pulling out to quickly tug at his cock under the water’s surface. With the sight of your panting chest right before his eyes, Osferth’s cock released spurts of his seed. The clear water was painted with the cloudy fluid, diffusing into the lake. 

Recovering from the euphoric daze that had overtaken you, your eye stared into Osferth’s icy blues. You bit your lip to suppress the gigantic smile that had lifted your cheekbones, a giggle bubbling out from your chest. Your lover merely raised his eyebrows, a smile breaking out on his sculptured features.

“What amuses you, my sweet?” Osferth asked softly. You merely shook your head, before leaning your head against his shoulder in an embrace.

“Nothing, I am merely overjoyed,” you replied. A radiant glow fluttered in Osferth’s ribcage, his lips pressing a kiss against your hair.

After rising from the water and redressing, you and Osferth sat on the grass in silence. Your head was leaned against his, while his arm wrapped around your figure, rubbing your back in comfort. You wished for this moment to last for eternity, that you would not be called to your duties, and him to his own. Alas, such power was out of your hands, thus you willed yourself to savor the warmth of his embrace as much as you could. 

You felt him reach into his pocket, turning to look at him in surprise when the orange appeared in your sights. The same one you had given him in the kitchens.

“Why have you not eaten it?” you asked. You could smell the citrussy zest of the fruit in his palm, sweet and inviting.

“I was hoping to share it with you,” he said, making you blush. He began to peel the orange, its scent spraying all over. His grip had been too tight, lacking gentleness with the fragile pulp that ended up crushed under his fingertips. You laughed at the juices that spilled on his hands, before gesturing for him to hand the fruit over.

“You are making a mess! Here, let me,” you offered. The smiling warrior handed the orange to you, watching your gentle fingers peel the fruit expertly. Once the rind had been removed, you had handed it back to Osferth, but he had split the fruit in half, giving you the bigger portion. You let out a delighted hum as the sweetness coated your tongue, savoring the taste you only come by so rarely. Osferth watched you with bright eyes while eating his own. 

In the quiet still of the morning, moments before you were to be called back into the inn, you sat with your lover upon the grass. You shared an orange, along with soft kisses and words of tenderness. You knew naught what the end of the moon shall bring you, nor the end of the day, but you had this moment, one you shall always think of fondly.

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Ooo can u do jealous bi han scenario/one shot?

i didn’t have inspiration at first but it suddenly came to me, like, ok why not. was supposed to be short but is kinda more than i anticipated (0.4k words). lot of dialogue cuz i suck at description lol. not proof read (will do it later, maybe, i’m tired, its 3 am, i have school, i’m talking way too much, gn)

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you've been tasked with organizing the cleaning tools and supplies as it's your responsibility to take care of cleaning the backyard today.

while absorbed in the task, you failed to notice someone entering the room.

“so this where you were…”

caught off guard, you dropped what you were holding.

“by the gods! you- wait. how did you know i was there?”

“unimportant.”

you sighed as you picked up what you had dropped.

“i swear you almost scared me to death…”

“death may be imminent for you depending on your answer to my oncoming question.”

you paused, reflecting on his words with closed eyes and furrowed brows, then shook your head.

“ok… what have i done?”

you replied as you continued with your task.

“don't assume I overlooked your actions with that foolish monk.”

you quickly turned around to gauge his expression, and you could discern his anger beneath the mask. the least you could said was that you were doomed.

“who? raiden?”

“the other foolish monk.”

in an instant, everything made sense in your thoughts.

“ohhhh… kung lao! haha…”

“is this amusing to you?”

“it's just that... i don't understand what you're accusing me of.”

“quit feigning ignorance; you know exactly what I'm referring to.”

you huffed.

“if only!”

you pivoted entirely to confront him.

“why not be more direct about what I've done wrong? it could help us make progress. just saying.”

“what was the reason for him holding you earlier?”

“ohhhh…”

you recalled the events from this morning.

“explain.”

you waved your hand at him, dispelling his concerns.

“it was nothing; i just lightly twisted my ankle, that's all.”

“what?”

he nearly rushed to you, but you halted him in his tracks.

“bi-han, i said "lightly." it was truly nothing, just a slight twinge of pain. that's why kung lao got a bit carried away and assisted me.”

he huffed, swiftly raising his chin in disdain.

“he didn't just assist; he practically enveloped you.”

“if you had witnessed the entire scene, you would have observed me leaping out of his arms.”

“i should consider tearing his arms off for this.”

“huuum, sexy~”

“alright, I'm done dealing with your attitude.”

you began to laugh at his irritated expression, prompting a deadly glare from him. he then turned away to leave.

“oh come on! don't give me the cold shoulder now!”

you spoke amid laughter.

he halted, slowly pivoting to cast upon you the most exasperated expression.

“oop- no pun intended!”

his sigh was so deep and prolonged it caused the room temperature to plummet by at least five degrees which elicited a shiver from you.

you shrugged apologetically, wearing a sorry smile, and approached him slowly. softly chuckling, you ran your hand over his torso, eliciting an eye roll of annoyance from him due to your feeble attempts to soothe his nerves. he subtly made sure you weren't limping.

“don't be upset with me. you're well aware that I have no interest in him.”

he didn't respond but glanced back at you with a raised eyebrow, prompting a smile from you. you couldn't resist the urge to tease him.

“you are incredibly cute when jealousy surfaces, grandmaster.”

“i am not.”

“oh yes, you are!”

you spoke as you gently tapped his torso.

“whatever you stance, i’ll leave you to it. i have duties to fulfill.”

he said as he walked past you, intentionally bumping into you to clear his way. you let out a small whine in response to his abruptness.

“bi-han! we are not done here!”

“in my perspective, we are.”

you sighed, crossing your arms. you knew he was thickheaded before, but now he's just downright childish.

you watched him leave, but he suddenly halted in his tracks and spoke without turning back.

“i will meet you tonight… we’ll dine out.”

you gasped in excitement, placing your hand over your mouth to suppress your laughter.

“ow… you big softie <3”

he grunted and shook his head, immediately regretting his statement.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Second Circle Of Hell - Osferth (The Last Kingdom)

I got this idea while I was in church...because my pastor is kinda good looking...cough. i'm such a sinner, i must corrupt the babey

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), dubcon, femdom (mostly), corruption kink, innocence kink, virginity loss, religious conflict, religious guilt (not me projecting🙈), think that's it?

2.9K Words🤙🏻

Ever since pious and devout Christian monk Osferth joined the party of Uhtred, you've had your eye on him in deep intrigue.

The young man seemed so innocent, too innocent. You often wondered what dirty secrets he could be hiding.

Now, you may have just been a lecherous heathen that everyone who wasn’t a Dane said you were. You were practically a whore in your own right, so maybe anyone who acted relatively kind was innocent to you.

You never shied away from being yourself, especially in front of your group of men. Perhaps it was the way you were raised. You had no trouble changing in front of people, knowing that you could protect yourself if any of them would be stupid enough to make a move. Uhtred had already made that mistake once, but he never did it again after you put your dagger to his balls. You also never feared to bathe near the group, plus it was safer than going off on your own and you didn’t care if they saw you. You loved making your boys uncomfortable as well.

A memory that always stuck with you is when you were bathing in a river one day and Osferth accidentally saw you. He spoke apology after apology until his face turned beet red, but all you did was laugh. You had asked him for your clothes but he handed them to you with his eyes closed. That was the only moment when you were disappointed a man didn’t try to take advantage of you for once.

There was a day in Winchester where you, Finan, and Osferth were sitting outside a tavern. You could see how nervous and shy the boy was around women, and then Finan said it. He joked that Osferth was a virgin. He did that thing where he denied it so much that it must’ve been true, and that’s what you had your idea. You knew you’d want to be the one to deflower him, lest Finan actually bought him a whore one day like he said he would. No, you wanted to claim him for yourself. You just had to find the right moment.

Thankfully, there came a time when Uhtred had asked you and Osferth to spy on a Danish camp. It would be dangerous obviously, but you couldn’t help but celebrate in your mind when you realized the two of you would finally be alone together. It looked like Osferth was just happy he was being trusted with such an important task, although you would be there too.

You both set up camp a good distance away from the Danes’ campsite, some ways deep into the woods, making sure there would be no way they could spot you or hear you. You watched them all day, returning to your own campsite as the sun started to set. The trees blocking the light of the moon that you had to build a campfire to see as well as keep warm. But, you soon started thinking of other ways you could keep warm.

Osferth was nervous, you could tell. He didn’t look you in the eyes unless he had to. He probably would have preferred to go on this mission with Finan or Sihtric, but he had to deal with you alone now.

You tried your best to make conversation, but it never lasted more than a few sentences. It was frustrating. So, you did what you usually do best: make people uncomfortable.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” You asked suddenly, amused at the way Osferth immediately went wide-eyed and a wild blush coming to his cheeks. “I heard what Finan said at that tavern the other day, you seemed flustered as you are now.” He stuttered, no full words leaving his mouth due to your boldness. It gave you your answer. “So, I suppose Finan was right. You are a virgin.” You smirked teasingly.

Osferth finally quit his stuttering and sighed in defeat. “So what if I was?”

“You are a handsome lad, surely there have been offers from women before?”

“I mean…yes. Some.”

“And you never thought to take up those offers?”

He looked down in embarrassment. “It’s not like I didn’t want to, it’s just. I dunno, I feel like I wouldn’t want my first time to be with a stranger. Someone I don’t care about or know.”

“So would you hump someone you cared about?”

“When we were married, I suppose.”

You scoffed. “Why wait till marriage?”

“Because it’s a sin to be with someone before marriage, that’s what the Scripture says.”

“And what if you never get married?” You asked with an exasperated chuckle.

“Then I guess I’ll always be a virgin…” He shrugged, “Do you think me less of a man, my Lady?”

You shook your head with a smile. “No. I’m actually kinda glad you are.” He furrowed his brows in confusion, not understanding what you meant. “Because I wish to be the one to deflower you.” As if he couldn’t get any redder, he managed to do so, especially when you moved closer to him so you sat right beside him. He blinked a few times in shock, holding the cross attached to his necklace tightly.

“My Lady, I-I just told you, I can’t.”

You snickered. “Of course you can. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Osferth. I saw how your cock swelled when you saw me naked in the river that day. Did you even relieve yourself afterwards?” He stayed silent, and you hummed in disapproval. “What? Is it a sin to make yourself come too?” He nodded curtly and you rolled your eyes, placing your hand on his knee, slowly trailing up his thigh until he pushed you away and stood up from his spot on the ground.

“Stop. I made a vow, to myself and to God.”

You frowned. “Do you not like me?” And you tried to hide your smile as he immediately assured you that was not the case. You stood up and reached for him cautiously, seeing his internal struggle. “You’ve killed, betrayed your country, your home. Do you think breaking a simple vow will be any worse than all that, hm?”

“I never wanted to kill anyone.” He whispered, allowing you to run your hands up his chest and wrap around his shoulders.

“Then maybe you shouldn't have joined up with a group of heathens.” He was such a sheltered man, you wanted him to experience all he could. You wanted him to be with someone he knew and cared about, you weren’t going to let him be with some whore or stranger. He was looking down at you with confliction, eyes traveling from your own to your lips. You knew what he wanted, you just had to give him a little push.

Osferth let out a surprised hum when you pressed your lips against his without another word, catching him off guard so that he couldn’t reject your advances right away. But even as you kept kissing him, he never made a move to push you away nor did he intensify the kiss in any way. You tangled your fingers in his short hair, pulling hard enough that he gasped, allowing you to deepen the kiss. You smirked as he let out a breathy moan, you could already feel his hard on pressing against you. Your tongues touched briefly, but it seemed that shook him back into focus as he jolted away, his back turned to you. “You shouldn’t have done that, my Lady…” You heard him whisper shakily, you could see his hands trembling at his sides.

You said nothing as you walked to stand in front of him again, his innocent pleading eyes looking up at you, silently begging for you not to continue. But you did not listen, the throbbing at the apex of your thighs would not let you. “Please, Osferth…I can make you feel good.” You kissed his cheek cautiously, kissing all over his face until there was one spot left. He leaned in to kiss you himself this time, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you against him tightly. You could feel a wetness on his face and you pulled back to see that he was crying.

“God, I want you so bad, I do.” He sniffled. “It hurts.” He winced.

“Then let me make the pain go away.” You cooed, removing your clothes until you were bare to the elements of Wessex. You shuddered as the wind hardened your nipples and cooled the slick that was already gathering at your cunt. Osferth moaned at the sight of you, not looking away this time like he did at the river. “Touch me.” You commanded softly, gently bringing one of his hands to cup your supple breasts. He squeezed them experimentally, looking to see if it brought you any discomfort, but it did quite the opposite. “I need you, Osferth.” You kissed him again passionately, your limbs going shaky as you felt desire overcome you.

He wordlessly allowed you to strip him naked, saying a silent prayer in his mind as his stiff cock was finally freed of its confines. You brought him to the ground, where you had laid furs for the night, seeing him look up at you on his back made you drool.

“Please,” Osferth begged, his cock already throbbing and you hadn’t even done anything but whisper your enchanting words in his ears. “don’t make me break my vow…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just relax for me.” You whispered, throwing your leg over his waist, straddling him. Your pussy was already slick with anticipation of his sweet corruption. You could only imagine how pretty his lewd moans would sound.

Osferth hissed as you took his cock in your hand, rubbing the tip in between in your folds before lining him up with your entrance. You both moaned loudly as you sunk down on him, he stretched you out more than you anticipated. “Gods, you’re bigger than you look.” You whispered breathily.

“Am I hurting you?” He panicked instantly, but you simply smiled and shook your head. Such a sweet gentleman. You were so warm and wet, your walls clenching around him due to the intrusion, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel so damn good; like heaven on earth. “Oh, my Lord God, have mercy on my soul…” He begged as he clutched his cross in his hand tightly as you grinded down on him. He looked up at you in awe as if you were an angel, he could practically see your halo as he suddenly came.

You giggled as he filled you up, watching as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, his mouth opened wide as he let out a long, pained moan. “That was quick. Was it that good?” You smirked, loving the way his face flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, my Lady.” He stuttered, but you silenced him with a kiss.

“Don’t be.”

Osferth’s eyes filled with tears, the light from the campfire making his piercing blue eyes shine as he stared at the cross in his hand. “What have I done, Lord?” He whimpered pitifully, and you almost felt sorry for him if it wasn’t for the fact that he was still rock hard inside your cunt.

“Ready to go again so soon?” You chuckled darkly, moving your hips back and forth, causing him to let out a whine.

“No, don’t, not again-”

“You’ve already broken your vow, sweet monk. What more harm could you do now?” He looked up at you with a remorseful expression, the weight of what he had done heavy on his chest. You slowly lifted yourself off, slamming back down on him to elicit a cry from his soft lips. “So sensitive. But I suppose since I got what I wanted, I can stop-”

“No!” Osferth interrupted, surprising himself and you. He looked entirely conflicted as he placed his shaking hands on your hips, keeping you in place and not allowing you to remove himself from you. “No…you’re right. I’ve broken my vow. I can’t change that now. I suppose...I can enjoy this?”

“Yes, sweet baby monk. Let yourself enjoy this. Indulge in the feeling of me.” You moaned, continuing to rock your hips, a gasp escaping your lips as your clit brushed up against his pelvis as the head of his cock started to rub up against that sensitive spot inside you that always made you see stars. “Gods, you’re perfect. I wish we had done this sooner.” Osferth moaned at your words, his cock twitching inside you and making butterflies swirl in his stomach. You raked your nails down his bare chest, hearing soft whimpers escaping his mouth as you rode him. “How does it feel?” You asked, struggling to keep in your high pitched moans.

“Good, my Lady.” He stuttered. “So good.” You moaned as Osferth started to buck up into you, losing himself in his own pleasure and making you feel amazing in return. “Does it always feel so heavenly?” He groaned, tightening his grip on your hips, the dull pain making a shock of euphoria reverberate through your entire body for a split second.

“No, not for women at least.”

“Is…is there anything I can do to make it feel good for you too?” He asked innocently, but his eyes expressed something else, a slight darkness to them, his pupils so blown out you could barely see his bright blue irises anymore.

You grinned as you took one of his hands off your hip, bringing it to your cunt. “Rub circles with your thumb right here.” You guided him to your clit, even what little pressure he put had your head reeling.

“Like this, my Lady?” 

“A bit more pressure.” You cried out as he listened to your instructions diligently. “Yes, yes, gods, just like that.” Osferth smiled proudly, helping you ride him as he rubbed your clit attentively. You threw your head back as you were nearing your own peak, the man beneath you learning faster than anyone else you’ve ever been with. “Such a good boy.” You whined, your hands grasping and scratching at your tits.

You squeaked as Osferth suddenly flipped you over onto your back, knocking the breath from your lungs as he pounded into you with abandon. Like a switch finally flipped inside him, he was taking pleasure for himself, finding confidence just like he found the courage to fight and kill alongside everyone on Uhtred’s team. You hoped you had created a monster. The way he was fucking into you, if you didn’t know he had only been a virgin half an hour ago, you would have believed he had experience beyond your years. He still had the decency to continue caring for your sensitive nub, forcing your body into overdrive as you kept climbing and climbing to reach that peak. Now you were the one whining and whimpering, how the tables turned.

With his cock continuously hitting that special spot inside of you and your stimulated clit, accompanied by the sound of Osferth’s skin slapping against yours wetly along with his soft moans in your ear, you felt that intense ecstasy you had been craving wash over you like a tidal wave. You prayed to the gods that the Dane’s camp, however many miles away, would not be able to hear your loud strained moan as you came. “Gods, Osferth!” You cried out, your hands holding onto his shoulder with a vice grip that would surely leave bruises just like he must’ve done to your hips.

“Christ-!” Osferth groaned, gripping one of your breasts as he fucked a second load into you, his vision going blurry as his second orgasm was much more powerful than the first. It was too much and not enough, all he could do was ride it out until the feeling went away. 

When it seemed he came back to your realm, you were looking up at him with a proud grin. He couldn’t help but grin back, the afterglow making him dazed and giddy. “You made me come, sweet Osferth. Not many people have achieved such a feat.” 

“I don’t believe you, my Lady.” He smiled, pulling out of you with a hiss and laying down beside you. It was true, but even if it wasn’t, you still wanted to stroke his ego just to see the blush on his face. “Now I understand why some take a vow of celibacy.”

You giggled, turning to lay on your stomach, resting on your elbows. “Why?”

“Because I think I could worship you now, and the Scripture says that you shall not have any gods before Him.” He smirked boyishly, trailing his pointer finger across your jawline, stopping his path to rest the finger on your bottom lip.

You gently kissed the tip of his finger, his eyes watching you intently. “As much as it might be fun to be worshiped, I have no intention to steal you away from your god.”

“You already have, my Lady.” 

Needless to say, your mission for Uhtred went well. You managed to signal the rest of the group when the Danes were off guard, slaughtering everyone you all could before they retreated. And your recent lover Osferth had just the way to celebrate the newest victory.

i am such a heathen, something me and Uhtred have in common i guess

[2cutie]

Midnight Challenge

Raiden x Female virgin!Reader

summary: 18 + content! Raiden requests you to join him to dinner after relinquishing in the victory of battle together. You both delved into each other's flirtations and push to see just how far the other is willing to go...

a/n: elder god Raiden(no specific game/media). light master/sub. i like my older men & Raiden supplies. def self indulgent huehuehue

You watched him with a soft expression as he took off his hat and breathed in the calm air. You both had teleported back to the Shaolin temple after completing a mission together, the tranquil and gentle atmosphere much more serene than the energy of the battle. The silence was a welcome contrast and he sighed, content.

Raiden turned to look at you when he felt the stare, his electric eyes shimmering gently. His expression was of calmness and peace, basking in the simplicity of the moment. You smiled gently when your gaze met. The sense of completion washed over him, the battle of the outside world forgotten.

" That was quite the battle. You faired pretty well, old man," you joked in kind, scanning him quickly for any prevalent injuries. You were pleased to find none.

"Yes, I've managed to hold my own." He chuckled softly. "I must commend you for your prowess in battle as well. You fought with remarkable skill and determination."

The praise caused your chest to flutter with pride, and you bowed in generosity. "Thank you, Lord Raiden."

"Enough with formalities. We've fought together on many occasions now, and I consider you a friend. I believe we've earned the right to address each other more casually." Raiden placed a warn hand on your shoulder to righten you.

"As you insist. The feeling runs mutual." You straightened to a stance again, sighing happily. "I feel every time I have the fate to fight alongside of you, it is never less than thrilling. The joy of accompanying a god to battle, I suppose. Thank you for being my unwilling inspiration to improve."

He offered a rare genuine smile. "You are an excellent warrior in your own right. I am happy to serve as your ally."

Your eyes twinkled in delight as a soft blush decorated your cheeks. You fought the urge to bow again, but instead took the initiative to walk beside of him through the temple, seemingly with out a destination. Your footfall echoed softly in the quiet surroundings, paired with the sound of distant monks training.

"There is something refreshing about this place," the god remarked after a break, taking in the aura. "It's still and peaceful, almost as if time has stopped moving." He paused, considering his next words. "Do you ever find the simplicity of this place to be… dull?"

You tilted your head, considering his words. You gazed to the scenery, watching as some leaves blew gently across the air, the grass shifting gracefully. "I suppose… I do. It can be rejuvenating when I need it to be., but perhaps I'm too used to the way of training so now I like things to be a bit more unexpected" Your stare found him again. "Pretty to look at, maybe not to spend continuous time in. Do you find it to be dull?"

Raiden's expression seemed to grow contemplative. "Alike you, it depends. Sometimes I find the tranquility of the temple to be a much needed respite, a chance to reflect and decompress. But other times, I feel that this place can be too peaceful, that I still crave the challenge of battle outside the walls of this place." He nodded toward some of the monk's practicing in the courtyard. "I admire the tenacity and commitment of the monks to the pursuit of peaceful meditation, but battle and conflict remain a central part of my life."

You hummed. "It seems we are not so different. It's a bit amusing to think about."

"I consider you a kindred spirit of sorts."

You willed your blush to go away as he spoke, hoping it wasn't as obvious as it had felt. If he noticed, he did not saying anything. "Knowing you on a personal level, it does seems our souls align in some way." Your voice trickled off for a moment, debating your wording. "I believe you know some of my past, but that isn't something I can say for many people. Our companionship is of high virtue to me."

"I know some of your past, but I would not dare to claim to know all of it. From what I do know, I see someone who's strong and resilient, someone with a good head on her shoulders. Your words and demeanor speak volumes of the type of person you are."

A sigh released from your lips, soaking in the warmth of his words. Perhaps, and you would never admit it, you stumbled just a bit. "I don't know if I would believe that years ago. Thank you. Sincerely."

Raiden noticed a vulnerability in you that you rarely showed. His electric eyes twinkled in the sunlight, pleased to know you trusted him enough to reveal it. "It is my pleasure, truly. I believe that you are the type of person who deserves to hear words of encouragement and appreciation."

He was thrumming strings along in your chest so easily, and he did't even know it. Your body buzzed, as if you had his power coursing through you instead.

You continued walking beside him, wanting to speak more but unsure of what. As you passed a fountain, you spoke. "I should probably shower some of the battle off me. Thank you for another successful battle, and putting up with my company afterwards."

"It was my pleasure to fight alongside of you as well." The god slowed to a stop, nearing the courtyard. He paused for a moment, gazing into your eyes with a certain look you couldn't quite place. "If you will indulge me, may I ask if you have any plans tonight? Perhaps you could join me for dinner?"

"Oh!" You were truly a master of words. "I don't have plans, actually. None. None at all!" Oh gods, just stop talking. "I'd love to join you."

"Wonderful." His expression lit with genuine delight, amusement hidden just below. "I expect you are eager to rid yourself of the battle grime, as well as to get some well earned downtime. I will await your return. Until then, please rest and recuperate."

"Until then," you confirmed. You waved to him as you departed to your bedroom, under the promise of later. As you rounded the corner, you couldn't help but let out a delighted giggle. Your heart pulsed, shy yet thrilled, and continued to your room.

Your well-anticipated shower proved to be more than needed as the warm water laxed your sore muscles. You did small chores around your room to distract your racing mind.

You weren't expecting much for how the dinner may go, uncertain if Raiden even felt any emotion that you did. But even if it was just to be platonic, you were delighted to have the opportunity.

The anticipation made the time go slow, but you were ecstatic when the time came to get ready. You decided not to go over the top to look nice, deciding on a more naturalistic approach. While your heart could fool itself, your mind wasn't set to believe that it was truly a date.

When finished, you returned down the familiar path to the fountain. Unsurprisingly, Raiden was there, his back to you. He turned when you heard you approach.

"Fancy seeing a thunder god here," you teased, stopping in front of him.

"How quickly the tide changes. I recall just a few hours ago, I was the one who asked you to dinner." His eyes glinted in humour as he observed you. You exuded a certain charm and allure that was almost captivating. "You certainly look stunning in this attire."

That caught you a bit off-guard. "Ah, well, thank you. It really isn't anything divine." But you appreciated the sincerity. "You look just as wonderful, as always."

He hadn't changed from his normal clothes unsurprisingly, but was without his hat. His headcap had remained on, and you were a bit disappointed at that.

Raiden smiled at the compliment. "You're too kind. Would you mind following me to the dining hall? I've prepared dinner for us tonight, and it would be a pleasure to share it with you."

"Of course. After you." You stood tall and followed after him, intrigued. As far as you knew, he didn't know your taste palette and that was making you a bit nervous.

Raiden led the way to the dining hall below the temple so you two could dine alone, the heavenly scent of food wafting in the air as you got close. Perhaps you were afraid for nothing. He opened the door for you, and followed inside. He directed you to a decorated table that was laid out with a multidude of delicious dishes, ranging from elegant desserts to spicy foods, and even meat dishes.

You were taken back by just how extravagant it all was, mouth watering from just looking at the savory foods. "Somehow, I had a feeling you wouldn't disappoint, Raiden." You chuckled as you sat across from him, eager as ever. He didn't need to know that wasn't all the truth, and his proud smile made you feel better about your white lie.

The dinner consisted of several savory courses, from a delectable soup to tender and flavorful appetizers, all in impeccable quality. The conversation was friendly and light, compensated around the time you savored the sweet spices. It was little conversation where it was more so talking about nothing, yet it was enticing. But more so, you were thrilled to discover that his ability to be a chef rivaled that of his to battle.

"I fear that no food is ever going to compare to this again."

Raiden smiled at the admiration and leaned back in his seat, pleased. "I'm glad to hear. I am always eager to experiment with new flavours."

"God of lightning, god of cooking on the side. It's almost unearthly how good it all is." Wait… The question posed in your head. You had to ask. "Wait - is it actually unearthly? Do you seriously use your lightning to cook?"

An amused huff of air puffed from his nose, seeming quite amused at how you seemed to believe your hypothesis before even his answer. "I did not, though that is an interesting thought. I was still once very much mortal and have learned to cook the same way any other mortal does."

You hummed, impressed. "I'm now enamored for your cooking. Please, if you ever feel like cooking, be sure to invite me again. I don't know if I'll be able to enjoy normal food again after this," you jested, taking another bite of food in proof. The flavour erupted over your tongue instantly.

"The offer goes both ways, you know," Raiden replied, his tone hinting and cheerful. "I would love to share my culinary with you whenever you want to join me for dinner. I would be interested in tasting your creations as well."

You met his eyes again, a twinge of hope tickling inside you. "I can't calim I'm the best cook, but I'm not so bad that I would kill you." You laughed and finished off the last bite of your food.

"I suppose I can overlook the occasional meal that fails to kill me." He softly laughed with you, a deep and uncommon thing. He continued to gaze over you as you finished the meal. He noticed that the shared gazes would linger a little bit too long. He did nothing to regulate it.

You enjoyed the mutual silence for a moment, but you were getting a bit too curious for your own good as you eyed his headwear. Your expression clearly showed your thought process, face scrunched as you considered asking.

"You seem to be debating on something." He watched closely, awaiting with a curious yet eager expression. "Do you wish to know something?"

"It's dumb." You answered slowly, but eventually laughed. "It's so dumb…. Buut, I was just curious what you keep hidden underneath that headcap, if you'll entertain me. I just thought about how long I've known you and have yet to see what you're hiding." You hoped that didn't sound rude. "Of course, it's completely fine if not. I didn't mean to sound forthright."

Raiden couldn't help but smile, eyes filled with amusement. It was an unexpected yet a charming enough request that his smiled enough for his teeth to show. You added that to a list of accomplishments. "You've piqued my curiosity. I'm always up for a bit of fun." You leaned forward in interest. "Perhaps I will entertain your request, perhaps not. You will have to wait and see."

Your mouth fell open. He did not. "You-" You barked a laugh in shock, but it soon bubbled into guffawing. You dipped your head back, truly amused. "You suck! So bad! I never expected you to be such a tease."

He laughed along with you, his amusement growing at the sight of your mirth. "What, a god isn't allowed to tease?" He voice was playful.

"Now I didn't say that; I just wasn't expecting it. You're always so serious." You leaned back into the chair, crossing your arms over your chests and gave him a once-over. "I'm starting to like discovering these hidden sides of you. You're actually quite entertaining."

Who knew, the god of thunder had a playful side. How unseen it must be.

"I find that there is a time and place for everything. I am not opposed to letting my guard down and having some casual fun from time to time."

"It's honestly fun to see. I consider you a good friend, so it's delightful to know you aren't always so stoic."

Raiden felt something move in his chest. What, he wasn't entirely sure but chose not to dwell on it. "The same goes for me. It is comforting to know that you enjoy my company once you got past my intimidating exterior."

"I figured it came with being a protector of Earthrealm. Can't have the enemies knowing you're a divine cook," you joked and you saw his lips quirk. "Though, it's funny; your brother is such a stark contrast to you."

His eyebrow quirked at the mention. "Fujin and I are similar in some ways, yet so much more different in others. The contrast is certainly engaging, to say the least."

"He says much of the same thing." You chuckled. "I talk to him quite often, when the time permits. He shares stories about the two of you when you were younger, it's endearing how he speaks of it. Also sickening. Though, he did tell me you were one to pull his hair just to spite him when you fought."

"I see he likes revealing some of our more childish habits. I assume he failed to mention any of his," Raiden wore a high-spiried smile, chortling at the memory. "But yes, I've got my tricks."

"Dully noted. Would that be the reason for your headcap? To stop Fujin from getting revenge?" You were being instegative now, knowing that is was simply meant to keep his hair from his face.

It was a playful dig, one Raiden found himself liking. There was an air of teasing between you both, and he was very much enjoying it. "Perhaps I simply wanted to add some flair to my usual attire. I do believe it provides a certain air of authority, if I do say so myself."

You hummed, leaning on the table to get a good luck at it, as if you hadn't seen it so many times before. "You're right. I do believe you are the only one I've seen wearing it."

Passive aggressiveness suited you nicely even if he did catch onto it. "I think it does add a nice bit of distinction, does it not?"

You snorted. "Distinction is certainly one way to describe it. It looks a bit odd in a normal setting, I must admit. However, you do make it look good so at least you can get away with it."

"I'll take that as a compliment then."

The atmosphere drifted back to light conversation as time filtered between the both of you. Dusk turned to nightfall swiftly, the room slowly casting shadows as the late hours creeped in. You were completely enraptured by him the entire night, captivated by the moment. His eyes mesmerized, especially as they seemed even more alight when he spoke. You were too entranced to notice the time filtering by.

But when his eyes flicked to the windows, yours followed. It was completely pitch. "Oh, wow, It's late." You felt panic rise in your chest, trying to decide what hour exactly it was. "I'm so sorry for holding you up. I didn't realize just how late it's gotten."

"No need to apologize," he responded in a gentle tone. ""I myself didn't realize much time passed as well. What's more, I was enjoying our conversation, so I don't mind one bit."

"That's relieving, at least." You rose from your chair. "I enjoyed this as well. You have a bit of a… thrilling aura to you. You are very intriquing."

"Thrilling aura?" He repeated, amusement clear by the choice of words. He stood as well and gathered the dishes.

"Yes, like…. How should I say it." You hummed in thought and helped collect the plates as well, following and returning them to the sink. "I guess because of your status as an elder god, that spending time with someone so high above me feels like it could be 'forbidden'. I know it's not, but I just find it so out of the ordinary to share you downtime. I know I can be boring."

When the plates were placed where they needed to be, you both wandered back to the entrance. "We may be words away in terms of divinity," he began, "However it it is a privilege and pleasure to have spent the night with you. As for being boring, I don't believe that to be the case. You have shared many interesting stories with me, and I have been enthralled by each one of them."

Your cheeks flushed as he spoke, pulse a bit quicker. You shyly tucked some hair behind your ear. "I can say the same… even despite your vendetta to keep hiding what's under your headcap," you quipped. "I suppose I can let that little detail go."

Your curiosity about his appearance was cute. But for now, he liked the air of mystery to it, perhaps if just to ease you more. "Curiosity will only encourage you to continue wondering, will it not?"

You rolled your eyes when you realized he meant to still keep it a secret, but you smiled anyways. Despite the crushing interest, you felt it rather charming that he would play a bit. "Yes, yes, it will. And I'll remained bothered about it until the day." You flicked your eyes back to him, a small glaze of adoration in them. "You have many layers of mystery to you, Raiden. I find great interest in trying to solve them, and that is just one of the many."

"And what if I told you that beneath this was nothing but disappointment?"

You tilted your head. "What it is, premature balding? Or no wait - fully bald. No, no, it couldn't possibly be the secrets of the universe, right?"

Raiden hummed, shaking his head. Each of your possibilities were more ridiculous and humorous than the last. "Perhaps. Any of those could be correct. I could be bald, and not want to bring attention to it so I hide it." He spoke in a fake-slighted tone.

"Somehow, I think you would be able to pull it off. But, perhaps I'm so used to seeing the monks here. Most of them are bald."

"Perhaps indeed. Being on this planet for much of a longer time than you has introduced me to many styles. I realize that you may be correct of me pulling off such an appearance."

"Wha-" You barked out laughing at such a absurd sentence. "That was such an overdramatic and humble way of saying you agree with me! What was that?" You had to double over and grab your stomach, the words replaying in your head. It took a moment, but when you finally were able to straighten yourself, the smirk was still evident. "Perhaps I'm too delirious because it's so late, but that may have been the most hilarious thing I've heard you say."

You reactions to his foolish answer that was more playful than serious was indulging, far beyond amusing. "The night may leave your judgement compromised. But I can't help feel that it has also been truly refreshing, and I believe that the late hour is not the cause of this."

"It has been quite the wonder. I am sad that it is coming to a closure, but if I stay any longer, I fear you'll make me laugh too hard and it'll wake up Kung Lao…. He is truly someone you do not want to anger when he is sleeping."

"We wouldn't want that." He said that as if he had any idea of how hard you learned that lesson. Lucky him. "Your attempts at laughter would prove to be ill-advised."

Your eyes narrowed at him as you walked out of the dining hall, him back by your side. "Whose fault would that be then? Don't make me laugh and it won't happen." You elbowed his side gently.

"I shall endeavor not to elicit any jokes. And if I fail to do so, I shall endure Kung Lao's wrath willingly instead of laughing at you, of course." He leaned in just a bit, barely noticeable. But you caught it.

"What a generous man you are." You leaned against him as well, copying his mannerisms.

Raiden was delighted in the response to his gesture. Every moment was becoming an exchange of teasing between you two, and he found himself enjoying the rapport ever so much. The air seemed to flow easy at each exchange of witty banter.

You found yourself unable to stop smiling as you continued the way to your bedrooms. Your body again buzzed, chest alight. This was a progressive night between you both, even if it was just a friendly thing. "It's so late - dare I even say early at this point - and yet I have absolutely no interest in sleeping. I feel so energized."

"I'm quite awake myself." His body felt invigorated by your presence, admittedly.

"I blame you. I'm typically asleep at this time, so can only assume you have caused this."

"Despite that, I do find it to be quite fulfilling to have you in my company for such a late evening."

You tried to hide your laugh as you looked the other way, over your shoulder. It didn't work. "Careful with your wording there, Raiden. You're starting to sound a bit sultry."

"And is a bit of sultriness bad, if I may ask?" He watched you from the corner of his eye, feigning innocence.

"No, no, I quite welcome it. Just hoping you don't dish what you can't serve." Raiden didn't miss the look of flirtation in your eyes. Nor how you stepped just a bit closer. The night was bringing forth new things and you were starting to see a side you didn't expect from him, and it was making you swell with confidence.

Likewise, Raiden leaned back to you. Your elbows brushed against one another. The clear flirtation was quite obvious, and you both were receptive to it. "I believe I'm quite able to dish it as well as take it. Shall I raise it up a level to make up for that?"

"Will I be wooed by the Thunder God himself? I'm interested of what the next level entails. Please, entice me. I'm curious."

Your bedroom was just up ahead, leaving limited time to explore this bit of flirtation. You didn't want it to end, feared that the moment may be abolished come morning.

Yet he bit at the offer and gave a suggestive reply. "Why should I be the one to entice you? That wouldn't be entirely fair, would it? Perhaps you ought to tempt me in your own way, and then I shall do the same. For balance sake."

His sentence caught you a bit off-guard, but it was a welcome allure. "Smooth, Raiden. Very smooth." Your eyes traced over him, slowly drifting up his body, absorbing all details, and ensuring he could feel wherever your flaming stare landed. Ever so slowly, you up past his broad shoulders before settling to land on his lips, holding the gaze.

You looked away.

You had made the first move into the teasing challenge.

"Isn't there some kind of old saying to not temp a god? And here you are daring me. Regardless, I think I'd do a few sins for you."

His body buzzed. To think his flirtation had set a precedent for how you actually planned to challenge him was enticing. "That would be correct. Though, it would take much more than that to tempt a god such as myself. If anything, it is quite generous to allow you to even attempt to entice me."

"Allow me? Frankly, it sounds like you are wanting me to, since you'd be permitting it." You were putting up a false sense of bravado. Inside, your heart hammered against your chest and threatened to burst from how bad your nerves crept. But this was enthralling, and you were in way too deep. You felt your pulse skip several beats as you saw your door, wondering what exactly this was about to become.

"I suppose you may have me there. The question yet remains whether I would like you to actually tempt me, or if this is merely a game that I'm allowing you to play."

Of course he wouldn't specify which. That was for you to decide.. or to play it out and see. "I don't know if I'd consider myself much of a temptress, though your challenge seems inveigling."

"We shall have to see how the night turns out. Perhaps you have hidden talents that you are waiting to unveil? If so, I would be quite surprised if you are truly not the temptress you so believe you aren't."

He apparently had more faith in you than you did yourself. How curious.

You stopped in front of your room, considered your next plan to action. Opening the door, you turned around to face him. "I hope I can live up to at least some of those beliefs you hold in me. Half of the battle will be finding what you even crave and playing into them." Your eyes locked with his chest again, heat building in you as you traced along the details of his broad muscles. You wonder how they would feel... You pushed the tantalizing thought away for now. You gave a crooked smile, backing into the room, teasingly, cajoling. "I'd be honored to accept the challenge, Lord Raiden… Or would you perhaps prefer 'master' in this setting?" You titled your head. "If you also wish to proceed with this game... lock the door."

Raiden remained in cool disposition as he considered your proposal. He decided he was excited with the turn of events.

The challenge was set now, and the night would either be a fun game or something completely exhilarating.

"It seems that this night will be a time for experimentation between the two of us." He followed you inside, locking the door behind him as instructed. Your core flared in response.

You studied his every movement as he came into your room, watching to see what he did, how he responded. In reality, you had never attempted to seduce before and this was more nerve-wracking than you wanted to admit. You were frightened that you may embarrass yourself, or worse - shun him away.

You were walking an incredibly thin line, but the anixety of the situation churned different at the thought of what may also become, even if only for a night. "Expiermentation often is how people find their delights in life. Hobbies, crafts… Kinks, even."

"I believe we could benefit from a lot of it then. While life is a constant cycle of learning, changing, it is good to explore what we crave."

"And what exactly is it that you crave… Master?" You advanced to him slowly. You had to raise your head up as you got closer, his impressive height looming over you. You were still playing into the 'master', trying to decipher any body language to see if it any any affect.

He daringly leaned in. "If you're going to call me 'Master', you must truly be venturesome to do anything at my orders. Are you willing to prove just how submissive you can truly be?"

"Is that what you desire? My submissiveness?" You whispered the words to him since he was so close, your expression going half-lidded. You gracefully slid yourself down to kneel on your knees, and he watched you the entire way down. In this position, you had to crane your neck further. "If you are curious about that, I can prove to be very dutiful."

Raiden's lips quirked at your response. Your will to submit yourself made his mind turn to all kinds of possibilities. "How voluntary… May I give you an order then?"

You only nodded, remaining in perfect posture as you awaited.

He looked over you in almost a predatory light. But it didn't scare you. Instead, it turned you on. "I find you hair quite enticing." He looked away from your eyes to look to your hair. "I would like for you to let me have free reign over it."

"My hair is yours, master."

A simple enough order. You could do that.

The approval sparked an instant trigger within the god. The fact that you seemed so willing to do whatever he pleased to you was an irresistible thing to fathom. "Good girl."

The praise burned inside you, almost insatiably hot. He strode forward, a hand gliding into your hair. You closed your eyes and gave him the access to do as he pleased, patient and still for him.

His fingers caressed your smooth hair, running his thumb over the texture. It was clear he had you completely enraptured, and the dominant position and control over you stirred deviously inside of him. As he stroked your hair, he spoke: "Have you ever allowed a man to touch you this way before?"

Your eyes opened to only flick away, embarrassed. A light blush painted your face. "No," you admitted.

The shy and embarrassed behavior were exciting to elicit from you. It only made him want to tease your further as his other hand moved to massage your neck. "Then, I feel truly honored that I am the first to be able to touch you in such a way. Do you know what this moment makes you to me?"

Your eyes met his, curious. You shook your head, not daring to speak.

A low chuckle vibrated through his throat. It felt like it reverbrated through you. "This moment makes you vulnerable. And you allowed me to make you so. Do you know how much that says you trust me on some level, that you want to submit to me in such a state?"

You swallowed thickly. You nodded this time.

Raiden's lips curled up in an almost sinister way. To see the desire and lust begin build in you set his mind alight. It was pleasurable, for how easy it was to move you hair in any way he desired. "Good girl. I think you are understanding the game quite well. Now, do you wish for me to stop? Or will you allow me to continue playing with your hair?"

"Continue, please."

"Good answer. Do you know what this makes me want to do?" Another shake of your head. "This game is making me want to lean down and kiss your neck. Is that something you would allow to happen? Would you be able to keep yourself calm while I do this? Or are you already on the verge of breaking down?"

His words were sinful for how much of a tease they were. They made you shudder. "I can remain calm for you."

"Then I shall proceed." He wasted no time to lean down and press firm kisses to your jaw, a slow advancement downward to your neck. His lips were soft, the kisses kind yet lingering and it allowed you to keep composure to start. He felt your pulse and body's reactions under his lips to read your unspoken emotions.

You barely resisted the urge to shiver. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sensation, yet you remained still and pliant for him as you savored the feeling into memory,

Raiden's kisses deepened to being seductive, tongue swirling over your heated pulse points with his fingers twirling in your hair the entire duration. "Have you ever been kissed on your neck like this before? Is this something you are accustomed to?"

"No… This will be my first."

The god hummed in the nook of your shoulder, pleased at the answer. He pressed his body against yours where he could, lips along your throat, your jugular. "Is this something you find pleasurable, or do you find it ticklish perhaps?"

Your mind short-circuted as he pressed against you. You had daydreams about this, but actually feeling his seven foot frame was another thing. You felt small and you were willing to break under him. "P-pleasurable…"

The faltering in your speech made him growl quietly, but you felt it. Your mind was clearly losing the ability to keep itself in check, yet he would not allow you the time to recover as he continued his travel down and moved his lips to cover your collar bone, pulling at your shirt collar. "You're stuttering quite a bit." Raiden shifted his lips to land beside your ear. He mumbled softly, voice just loud enough for you to hear. "Allow me to show you how absolutely irresistible you are in this state of submission. How this is turning me on so much."

You let out a shaky whine at his hot breath spilling against your ear. You hands twitched to touch him, but you would stay patient under his orders. You nodded quickly, eyes shutting.

"It almost feels like you have given yourself up; That I am the one calling all the shots here. You are at my mercy in every sense of the word. I am the one in control now, and you shall allow yourself to be completely submissive to me. Your body and mind belong to me now. Does this excite you?"

His husky voice vibrating through your mind was starting to make your thighs tremble. You nodded again. "Yes, master. My being is at your will."

You fully subjected yourself to him and his heart thrummed. "Excellent, just the way I like you. Keep your eyes closed." He softly placed a kiss on your head, tugging lightly on your hair.

But then he moved away.

You remained where you were, still tremebling softly. His loss of body heat made a shiver work its way up your spine. You worried a bit - worried he may be leaving - but then you heard the telltale sound of clothes shifting. He was undressing.

You wanted to give in to your creeping lust and watch him undress, but you kept your mind set to his command. It caused you to vibrate in anticipation. Your thighs were starting to feel slick as the heat pooled between them.

After a few seconds, you could hear his footfall approach you again. You straighted your position a little taller.

Raiden kneeled down to match your height a bit better. His hands came to land on your shoulders. "Open your eyes," he uttered softly.

Your eyes opened sluggish, trying to hold onto at least some control. Your body flamed as you were greeted with his bare chest displayed right in front of you, old scars and freckles prominent against his skin. You forced your eyes to continue onward and not get distracted. They trailed up his neck - how nice it looked and how you craved to give it the same attention, if not more, than he did to you. His shoulders moved slowly with his deep breaths, and there was a slight flush to pigmentation. You continued to eye up his body, noticed his lips again.

Then, your breath hitched. Your vision dialed to his exposed hair. It was a striking and pure white colour, rather long and healthy as it brushed against his sun kissed shoulders. It draped across him beautifully, some strands framing his defined face in a perfect compliment. He looked like poetry, and you weren't even a poet.

You were still for quite awhile, silently detailing it all to memory. You craved to touch him.

Raiden released a soft sigh as the look in your eyes glistened. He felt flattered under your gaze. "Do you want to touch me? If you so wish, I will allow it. I think you've earned it."

"May I please?" Your question was so quiet you weren't sure if he had even heard it.

"Yes, you may."

Relief washed over you. You shifted, softly bringing your hands to him. Gently, you expiermentally ran your fingers through just the ends of his pure white hair. The plush feel was almost ethereal, so gentle and calming to touch. You ran a thumb against the texture, as if to check it was true, before moving up to his scalp, running your fingers through the white strands. It was perfect, there were no knots; just smooth and elegant, beautiful hair. He clearly cared for his hair despite keeping it hidden. You pushed back hair from his face, tucked it behind his ear ever so lightly as if it were delicate and not a deity. He remained perfectly still for you.

"You're so spellbinding, Raiden," you whispered in complete honesty, forgetting the submissive title to just compliment him earnestly. You trailed your hands up his chest and stopped at his cheeks. You swiped over his lips. He had kissed your neck, your skin, but his lips against yours were still foreign.

Perhaps your mind was getting ahead of yourself. Perhaps you were entranced by his beauty.

Raiden kept silent as he watched your thoughts and admiration pass over your features. It was clear to tell you were becoming enraptured, but he preffered you in this state of mind.

Your desire finally caught up to you. You had been haunted by the thoughts of his hair and his lips for so long, and they had presented themselves before you. How could you not give in?

You gingerly brought yourself closer, kissing him in a featherlight embrace. It was ever soft, sweet and innocent, an experimental touch. You fingerpads ghosted at his jawline.

He didn't resist you, but didn't move. His lips remained still as you kissed him, allowing himself to bask in the feeling you gave him, and for you to take what you wanted.

You broke away after just a moment, eyes still closed. You allowed him a second - if he wanted to pull away, to tell you to stop. He did not. So you kissed him again.

The next time you pulled away, you remained a small distance away. Your sigh landed against his lips as you entertwined breaths. Your eyes opened and took him all in once again, his true beauty stark. You could feel yourself slowly losing the battle of falling completely and helplessly in love. "Sorry," you muttered, hands crossing behind his neck. You chuckled. "I guess that wasn't very submissive of me."

"I rather like it. It allows me to see how far I can push you into becoming infatuated with me."

"If that is what you want, you're a bit late. I've been infatuated with you for quite some time."

The admission striked a chord within him. "And have you had fantasies about me for this long too?"

Your hands froze. You shot him a glare, cheeks flaring. Guilty. "Perhaps.."

Of course he had to turn the serene moment into something filthy.

He could not surpress his grin. "Just perhaps?" The god waited for your expression intently.

"More than perhaps… I have fantasied this and… more than this on multiple occasions."

What an inviting revelation. "And what would this 'more' entail exactly? I would love for you to tell me."

You thickly swallowed. "I've had quite a few… thoughts and visions. M-most of them, um, though.." You hated how you stuttered, but his predatory watch was doing nothing to alievate your lust. "I've imagined y-your head between my thighs."

You weren't sure if there was a greater sin that telling a god straight to their face that you envisioned sex with them. Yet, it didn't make you feel dirty.

Raiden's eyes were locked onto you to watch you flush red. He openly smirked. "Continue, please."

You didn't think you could blush any harder, yet you did. The heat between your legs burned deliciously as you recalled the vision. You were leaking. "You were.. Er, your tongue. And mouth. You had me on my back as you ate me out. S-sometimes, I was on top and you let me ride your face. I fantasized about that the most."

He thoroughly enjoyed that more than he thought he would, and a low growling moan of approval slipped from his mouth. It was satisfying to know how aroused and hot you were becoming for him, and how you had been imagining him before. "Your dreams are quite vivid. And now, I'm starting to get some visions to add into these fantasies of our own. Would you like to know what I'm envisioning now?"

You were too flustered to answer with words, so you nodded, rubbing your legs together.

His hands ran up your thighs. You weren't as sly as you thought. His face inched closer to your ear again, voice filled with eroticism. "I'm now envisioning you on your back, with myself between your legs as they're strung over my shoulders, your breasts moving in time with each thrust I pound into you. Your nails cut into my back to ground yourself."

You breath turned ragged as he listed the sinful details. Your body flared, pulse thumping harshly against your ribcage. Your blood felt scolding, and it all coursed to your core. Your body twitched without your notice. "Yeah? Anything else you'd like?" You licked your lips, suddenly dry. "Any other fantasies?"

Something with how his voice was more of a growl was turning you into putty. His voice, so close to your ear, reverberated through your body, the illusion of you both being one. So close, so bound together. His voice felt like it was fucking you in itself.

Raiden devoured the site before him, your utterly breathless and trembling body made a hunger within him grow. It felt primal, and he resisted urges to take you for himself then and there. His lips ghosted over yours, breath touching yours as he spoke to stir you even further. "That one in itself is quite the vision alone. But I do have another… Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes… please."

His hand came to cup your chin. "Close your eyes." The hand slowly shifted down to the back of your neck.

You shuddered lightly and obeyed, your vision darkening once more.

He slowly leaned you back, where he was leaning over you yet still elevating you by your back. His voice was becoming deeper and rougher as he began to speak in a more seductive tone. "You're on top, and your hands are on either side of me as you gyrate your hips back and forth, pleasuring yourself and using me to your own benefit. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are tightly closed, enjoying the pleasurable sensations that I am giving you."

"Fuck!" Your body shuddered against your will, and the friction of your movement made you moan. You imagined his vision quite clearly in your mind with your eyes closed. You felt as if his words spoke of reality, your body reacting in kind, leaking as if you could truly feel yourself atop of him, riding.

You were making Raiden become breathless as well, seeing the image of you playing before him. He knew what was happening, he wasn't a fool. You were causing the same affect on him, pleasure building within him without even having touch him. You were a deviant. "Your body is trembling, your breathing is heavy and your moans are echoing off the room. Your legs are tightly gripped around my waist, shaking, and you're holding yourself as tight to me as you can. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you're close to your peak, and you're letting yourself go completely."

Your head dips back, the words washing over you. Your mind was running rampant with the visage of his words. Your body followed along with the story, and you whimpered pathetically in his hands. You felt a rush start to rise quickly inside of you.

"You're reaching your climax, your breath becoming more rough and raspy. You're grabbing onto me taught as if a lifeline as your body begins to shake uncontrollably and your legs begin to tremble even more. You release on top of me, you squeeze around me."

You moan, absolutely wretched, and your body follows exactly what he instructed in his story. Your hips gyrate as you feel yourself climax from his voice alone. He pushed you so far over the edge that you didn't care how pitiful you seemed as your hips moved to their own motion. You clutched his shoulder and moaned into his neck, riding your high.

Raiden panted as he felt your moan again his throat, eliciting a shiver up his back. He loved the sight of your body letting itself go as your moan grew louder to the visions of pleasure he delivered to you. Hips lips came to meet yours once more in the midst of your release, from the fantasy of your shared creation.

You kissed him hastily in return, moaning against the taste of his lips. Suddenly, you tugged him over top of you as you pulled your back to the floor, seeking his friction. In the new pose, his mouth began to nibble on your neck. You wrapped your legs, locking them over his hips, pressing him down to your mound. You ground against him so he could ride out his own release with you.

That was a feeling he was enjoying to its full extent, one he barely felt in his lifetime. Feeling the heat of your body against his, the feeling of your soft body rubbing him this way, the damp wetness through your clothes. He growled low as he began to rock himself against you, back and forth. His lips trailed up your neck with small bites to mark before landing on your lips one final time, and he rode out his own release.

The feeling of it all made you gasp, pushing his head further to deepen the kiss and milking him for all his glory. He was big and the feel of him rubbing against you made you feel carnal. Your legs tightened in the daze of your ecstasy when you felt his body release against you.

As he broke, he groaned against your lips and you drank it down, thirsty for it. When the kiss broke with a trail of saliva connecting, he resigned his head back to the junction of your shoulder.

His body relaxed within yours as he willed himself to regain composure. Your hand in his hair slowly released its grip to a soft pet and he sighed at the feeling, combined with your body heat. He allowed himself to relax in the afterglow, waiting for his breathing to regulate.

You freely panted, and when he felt his mind was stable enough, he looked back to you. Your palm caressed his face, as if confirming he was truly still there and that had happened. "Fuck, Raiden… You're fucking good."

You were too strung out to even care that you were cursing to a god.

His eyes shut as you left soft little kisses up his cheekbones, grabbing your hand with his own. He was still in his own dazed stupor, breathing slowly. "I could say the same for you, goddess."

"Mm." You dropped your legs off his hips, glowing at the petname. "If that's how it is with only just talking about our fantasies, I can only imagine how it will be when we actually do them."

Raiden's body started to relax with yours, the heat of the aftermath a soothing warmth. He felt a tiredness start to creep, but your words kept him awake. "I completely agree." He pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

You rested with each other in a comforting silence. His body temperature was almost unnatural, basking you in a serene state as you lightly played with his hair. He leaned into the touch. "How.. how did I do for my first time seducing?"

You just had to know.

"This being your first time still remains a complete shock to me; you had completely overtaken me. I'd say you earned the title of a temptress."

That was a relief. A delight, even, to know you fell a god's resolve. "Seeing as you were my first, I'm glad it know it was enjoyable to the both of us." You felt him smirk in your skin. He would be very much inclined to be more of your 'firsts'. "Am I right to assume that this isn't a game? That you wanted me to tempt you? Truly?" You knew he could feel your pulse quicken in your chest as the anxieties phrased your questions. You wanted to know what this meant, exactly.

Raiden pulled himself from your arms and you felt your stomach drop. But he his head draped to yours, pressing your foreheads together. "Correct."

You kissed him, needing to express your gratitude. This time he kissed back, stroking your arms. How you'd love to suffocate yourself in his kiss… "I'd like to make those fantasies you spoke of come to life, Raiden. I imagine you'd look quite beautiful below me. Now that I know what your hair looks like, this completely adds a new layer to my visions. You'll look so delicious from above, your hair draped over the pillows…"

He huffed in merit as you trailed off, your thoughts clearly displayed in the glint of your eyes. "Oh? Your thoughts still run rampant even after what we've just done? You're quite naughty indeed."

You chuckled and pushed yourself to sit up a bit, wincing a bit of the feeling of your wetness inside your clothes. "Don't worry, I won't ask you for a second round, old man." Besides, you really wanted a change of clothes.

"Another quip to my age?" He helped you stand. "I'd say I can keep up just fine."

You took his hand as he led you to the bathroom. You leaned on his side and pressed a kiss to his chin, really the only place you could reach on tip-toes with him standing straight. "No worries, I'm into older guys." You gifted another kiss. "And you did extremely well." Another one. "We'll ensure you don't break a hip in the future."

"Is that so? Well, if you truly believe that and want to treat me like your personal toy, at least give me a few weeks to recover first before you ride me."

"Mm, we'll see." He sets you down on your bathtub rim and you run your hands over his chest. You gaze was nothing less than affectionate and his responded in kind. "Truly though, Raiden, I did want to thank you. I know I was persistent to know what your hair looked like. I find you mesmerizing; I hope to see you like this more often."

"I'm pleased I could sedate your curiosity in some way." His voice was soft, sweet and it dared to lull you before you could both clean yourselves.

"I think you actually managed to tire me out, admittedly. I think I'm just going to clean a bit, change and sleep. You're… welcome to join me and stay the night, if you'd like."

The smile he gave you was so charming, so handsome on him, you considered taking him again. You supposed you could wait. "I would be pleased to wake up beside you in the morning. Are you sure that's alright?"

"More than alright. I just know the morning sun looks so wonderful on you. I will be anticipating it."

The words made his heart melt with each passing moment. Your words, your praise, and just yourself, truly captivated him. "I will as well. Sleep well tonight. I am certain I will be in your dreams throughout the night."

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Kung Lao x Reader: Do Not The Cat

Context: After a small mission in the Netherrealm, you make it back home with Kung Lao with a secret in your bag. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Returning to your room with your Shaolin boyfriend, you were joyous to relive the familiar scent yet another day. The mission to hell was pretty simple, but still there were a few close calls. Bombarded by starving, scorching devils and nearly tripping over embers into lava. It was quite embarrassing until Lao, who was laughing at you, almost did the same thing, tripping over pebbles and almost eating up karma.

"Today was boring. I wished we done more." Lao huffs, taking off his weapon and laying back in your bed. All you did was roll your eyes, thankful that the dark thunder god didn't command you two to something more reckless.

"Want to make tonight different?" Your man sits up with a mischievous gleam on his face. Boy, was he always like this.

"We just got back!" You retort with some sort of amusement. "Like, can I shower first at least? Damn." You murmur under your breath, but he could still hear.

"So, is that a no or yes? After a shower?"

Scoffing and shaking your head from his silly idiocy, you turn away to take off all your protective gear and weapons. Lao smirks, always finding it funny when he annoys you. In his peripheral vision, he sees some movement from your duffel bag, making his attention go to it.

At first, he thought his mind was playing with him, but he clearly sees and hears something shuffling in there. "Y/n! There's something in your bag!" He calls out, standing from the bed and grabbing his hat defensively.

Oh! How could I forget?? You walk out your bathroom and to your bag with no concern like Lao's. Unzipping it fully open, something leapt into your arms. One look of it screamed out that it's from the Netherrealm.

"By the Gods! What is that?!" Lao's face held fright, pointing his sharpened hat at the hellish creature snuggling in your arms. Studying it more, it seems like a resembled cat, but instead of normal fur, it was made with rocks with small lava flows between the faults. It was somewhat unique, the lava flows portraying the stripes of a tabby cat. But either way, Lao needs to know what that demonic creature was doing in your bag and why it's snuggling in your arms like a normal house pet.

"He was brushing up against my leg when we were about to leave the Netherrealm. I couldn't leave him in such a dreadful place." You fake a pout, gently rocking the cat in your arms like a baby.

"Raiden let you bring it with you?!" The absurd question makes you furrow your eyebrows. "Hell no! That's why I snuck him in my bag. I don't want that tyrant around my child."

"Your child?!" Lao looks at you like the crazy person you are.

"Our child. My bad."

Kung Lao wants to cry inside now. Many questions were raiding him, but he doesn't even know what to say. So, he just stands flabbergasted, watching you play with the cat.

"You know what? I think I'll name you Magmastar. Because I bet you can lead a whole clan of strong cats! Yes, you can!" You coo at Magmastar, whom just purrs roughly, nuzzling against you. You turn to see Lao's judging look, one that makes you feel patronized. "It's a reference to a book series I used to read when I was younger. Don't give me that look."

"Right. What do you think Lord Raiden would say if he sees it?" The monk grimaced at the thought, biting his knuckle.

"He won't, because it's not like I'm gonna do a show and tell, and for as long as he has that stupid amulet, he's not allowed in my home." Your tone is grave. "And I trust you won't rat me out to him." Your eyes looked into his with plea. Is Lao's heart faithful to you, or the red lord, someone who doesn't even treat him nearly as well as Liu Kang?

"Of course I wouldn't, my love." Lao sighs. He can't fathom getting you in trouble with someone dangerous. You smile gratefully at him, walking to him and holding Magmastar out. "He's very nice, I promise."

Setting down his weapon again, he softly smiles back at you. He's nervous, but he trusts your word. He takes the cat gently from you, holding it with cautiousness. It definitely feels rocky just like it looks, and is especially warm. Other than that, the average friendly cat, not wanting to claw your eyes out unlike most Earth cats or anything from hell.

"Wow. This... isn't bad." He holds the fiery feline with more ease and comfort.

....

And after a shower, you walk out in a towel seeing Kung Lao asleep with your Magmastar curled up on his stomach. Cute! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today, I say the science will not science because the very flammable cat - made of burning rocks with a few lava stripes - doesn't hurt if you cuddle/pet it!

[semisolidmind]

@fattyskeleton

(so the last bad end wukong post was a sort of swap au, i guess? it spawned from a post before it in which mac takes swk's place on the journey protecting the monk, because swk is a bad guy here. like, one of the big bads. like maybe "the buddha wasn't able to catch him at all" kinda bad)

but I really REALLY like your idea here, so

(let's preface with some backstory. summed up, reader and wukong were sorta married? but it was juuuust a little bit against her will? and he kinda forced her to drink an immortality elixir? and macaque, one of wukongs closest friends and a general in his army, becomes closer and befriends reader. wukong isn't cool with that, attacks macaque over it (cool but traumatizing eye scar), mac is determined to get away from wukong and take reader with him. wukong gets even more power, goes crazy, goes up against heaven, gets trapped under a mountain for it.)

reader has (kinda??) gotten used to immortality (not like she had anyone mortal in this world to be sad over), she and macaque have gotten comfortable living together in their little hideaway on a far-off mountain, everything is going okay...there's been no sign of the monkey king since his rampage through heaven. macaque has assured her; he's safely trapped under a sealed mountain, and there's noone dumb enough to remove the seal.

until tripitaka.

the mountain splits in half, the sound echoing across the land. miles away, tending to her garden....

...reader feels a chill down her spine.

(in this timeline guanyin put the golden fillet on wukong immediately cause there's no way this iteration wouldn't try to kill and eat tripitaka on sight. )

so, sometime later, the pilgrims arrive. macaque is stunned, how did he NOT hear them coming? how did he not know?! now his greatest enemy is free and, and– actively helping the tang monk? wukong seems calmer than he remembers, but it's obvious how much he's straining against the leash the monk has him on. the deadly aura radiating off the monkey king is enough to make macaque nauseous. he not-so-subtley places himself in front of reader when he greets the pilgrims. but...it's too late to hide her. if the small intake of breath he draws is any indication, wukong has already noticed her presence.

reader freezes when their eyes meet. no, no, he was supposed to be trapped, he wasn't ever supposed to get out! she sees his pupils dilate, his smile stretch to expose his fangs.

"Peach! Its so good to see you again. I was worried the elixir hadn't worked, but here you are! Beautiful as ever." he gently laughs. he waves off any questions from the other pilgrims. when they ask who reader is to him...his answer is an amused laugh and a sickeningly fond look in her direction.

macaque and reader play the part of good hosts, but they're both incredibly nervous the entire time the pilgrims are in their home. the atmosphere is tense, and macaque doesn't leave readers' side for a second longer than he has to. dinner is a stiff, polite affair, and wukong never takes his eyes off reader. macaque insists the monk and his disciples take his room while he stays with reader. but that doesn't stop the feeling of being watched, or the murderous aura radiating from the opposite side of the house.

neither of them sleep well that night.

the next morning, the monk has macaque help him gather provisions before they move on, distracting him just long enough for wukong to corner reader. he presses her against the side of her home, nuzzling his face against her cheek...

"I'll be back as soon as this little trip is complete, ok, peach? Just sit tight and wait for your king to return~♡"

macaque and reader pack up and move the next day.

—

[redeemers-and-dragons]

Redeemers: Greenest in Flames! Prologue

Narration: A caravan of brightly painted carriages cuts through the verdant hills, heading for town of Greenest. The air is thick with the scent of pine trees and the chirp of birdsong, and the warm breeze blows through the leaves, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The travelers are eager to reach the sanctuary of Greenest before day’s end, hoping to enjoy a peaceful respite after their journey.

Among these travelers they are joined by a peculiar party of adventurers, newly formed and heading to their first mission together…

Reese: (Goblin Artillerist Artificer. Crime: Mass Destruction of Public and Private Property.) Are we there yet???

Party: *Groan in annoyance*

May: (Dark Heritage Half-Elf Gloomstalker Ranger. Crime: Vigilantism and Murder.) Reese, I promised you already. The second we are there, you are the first I will be telling. Now please… shush.

Reese: But we’ve been traveling forever!

Adam: (Minotaur Champion Fighter. Crime: Insurrection and Banditry) *Growls* It’s only been three days. 

Cinder: (Tiefling Fiendish Pact Warlock. Crime: Soul Racketeering and Organizing a Cult without a Permit.) It probably only feels so long because of your incessant whining.

Neon: (Tabaxi Kensei Monk. Crime: B&E and Assault with a Deadly Weapon) You should, like, totally take a note from Neo's book. She’s barely said anything this whole trip.

Neo: (Changeling Arcane Trickster Rogue. Crime: Grand Larceny and Identity Theft) *Flips Neon off.*

Reese: *Grumbles* Well maybe next time Sir Shiny-Pants should pick a closer quest! Where is he anyways?

May: I think he went off to pray.

Cinder: *Chuckles* Pray for mercy, maybe. Who ever heard of a knight with motion sickness?

Neo: *Makes some mocking dry heaving motions and then conjures an illusion of sparkles flying from her mouth.*

Adam: *Huffs* To think, our fate is in the hands of that human. My soldiers would never let me live it down.

Neon: Meh, at least he seems harmless enough. We could have been put with a real hard ass. I give it a week before we bully him into releasing us early.

Party: *Snickers and jeers amongst themselves*

Jaune: (Human Oath of Redemption Paladin. Duty: Redeeming the Party Before the Eyes of the Law and the Sovereign Gods.) *Jogging up after meditating to calm down his motion sickness* Hey everyone! Did some tell a funny joke or something?

Cinder: Oh just the usual banter. Nothing you’d find amusing I’m sure.

Reese: KNIGHT ARE WE THERE YET?!

Cinder: See?

Jaune: Actually, yes Reese. We should be there in like 10 minutes. *Points over pass them* Should be just over that big hill.

The Party: *Various sighs of relief.*

Reese: See?! I knew it was a valid question!

May: So, what are we going to be doing here?

Neon: Yeah, and how exactly is this “Redemption Quest” even supposed to work? Are we, like, building karma points or something til you let us go?

Neo: *Casts Minor Illusion to create a scoreboard with 100 points above her head.*

Jaune: Well, to complete a Redemption Quest, you six will have to complete a good deed with pure of heart in order to make up for your past sins. I’ll be there to watch over your progress and help usher you to the path of good and get you pardoned for your crimes.

Cinder: And so you’re sending a bunch of convicted criminals to do quests for the state.

Adam: Yeah, what are we, some kind of Suicide Sq-?

Jaune: NO! No. We are “Adventurers”. A group of adventurers who most of which just so happen to have darker paths…

May: That still doesn’t answer the question of why we’re going to Greennest. Is there a quest already decided for us?

Jaune: There should be. We’ll be meeting a man in Greenest that goes by the name Qrow Branwen. Apparently he needs help with an investigation.

Neon: What is he investigating?

Jaune: I’m not too sure. Something about bandits I think? But don’t worry, I’m sure it’s nothing too dangerous. The Church wouldn’t give out something big or important for a “Redemption Quest,” or to a squire of my level. All you will probably have to do is help out however you can and we will get you all pardoned in no time! Simple as that.

Narration: Sundown is approaching just as the caravan crests the hill and spots the town of Greenest just a few short miles away. But instead of the pleasant welcoming town they expected, the Party sees columns of smoke rising from burning buildings, running figures that are little more than dots from this distance, and a dark winged shaped wheeling low over the stone keep that rises from the center of town. The red skies of sunset turn a violent purple as the far off dragon breathes lightning bolts down onto the town.

The Party: …

Jaune: …Well. This may be-

Adam: *Bellows at the top his lungs and charges off towards the town.*

Neon: *Runs after him* I’m getting that pardon first!

Reese: *Runs* Jokes on you shitheads, I’m getting DOUBLE pardoned!

May: *Rolls her eye and chases after them* That’s not how pardons work.

Cinder: *Rushes forward* If you see any extra souls lying around, save them for me!

Neo: *Gleefully runs towards the town to start looting.*

Jaune: *Stands there watching as his half a dozen criminals run into a burning town.* …Boldrei give me strength.

[flowerpotmage]

You Think I'm-?

Summary: The reader helps a drunken Osferth to bed.

Notes: From number two on this prompt list. Contains drunk Osferth, Finan being Finan, Sihtric being a good bro, and some kisses. Fluff! Gender neutral and entirely undescribed reader. Unbeta'd and unedited. oop

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Uhtred’s men had, once again, spent an evening drinking in celebration. And you, one not as fond of ale as the three men, had found them singing in the street. If one could call it that. Their singing resembled far more the shouting and long drawn out cries of startled cows at pasture.

“You best shut your jaws before the alehouse bans you from the place altogether,” you remark, arms crossed as you regard them stumbling through the mud of the street. “Your singing is worse than the innkeeper’s wife.”

Finan laughs heartily, stumbling with Osferth as Sihtric smiles at you, steadying the young monk between them.

“And what would you know of decent singing, eh?” Finan teases. “Always the critic!”

“I’m sure they have a lovely singing voice,” Osferth pipes up, his ‘g’s exaggerated. As he attempts to take a step forward he practically careens sideways, saved only by Sihtric catching his flailing arm. The Dane seems to be the most sober out of the three.

“I think the three of you have had enough ale tonight,” you try not to laugh at the sight. You nod to Finan, making eye contact with Sihtric. “Go on and help the Irishman, I’ll manage Osferth.”

He nods, steadying Osferth on his feet and going around to the young monk’s other side to start herding Finan to the Irishman’s bed.

“Oi, why does baby monk get your help and I’m stuck with the Dane bastard?” Finan jokes, clapping Sihtric on the back, who playfully wraps an arm around his neck in a mimicry of a grapple.

“Because this baby monk doesn’t weigh twice more than a fat dairy cow,” you dig playfully as you sling Osferth’s arm over your shoulder. “And is far more polite than yourself.” Osferth smiles gratefully, sheepishly, at your words.

Finan laughs easily, and before Sihtric can stop him he reaches over and claps Osferth on the back, sending the two of you stumbling.

“He might be polite enough, friend, but watch him! He’s a sly one when a pretty thing like yourself is about!”

Osferth’s head shoots up, eyebrows high at Finan’s words, but Sihtric shoots you a look and wrangles Finan away at last, the two men laughing at something as they turn a corner.

“Come on, ‘baby monk,’” you say, adjusting his arm around your shoulders and you follow the other two men.

The two of you march and stumble your way through the drying mud of the street, nearing the building your party is staying at.

“Thank you for your help,” Osferth says, catching himself on a porch pole when he stumbles sideways, nearly taking you with him. “It’s easy to get carried away when you’ve got Finan egging you on.”

You grin in amusement. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, Osferth,” you say, pulling him back onto the road.

You help him all the way to his bed, going as far as tugging his boots off when he drops onto the cot.

“The room isn’t spinning as badly as I expected,” he says. “You don’ ‘ave t’ do that,” he protests, words slurring a bit, but you’re already taking his second boot into your hands.

“Like you could do it yourself right now,” you scoff. “And I’ll not have you muddy up the bedding for whatever poor soul cleans up after guests leave.”

He slouches slightly, trying to hold his leg out straighter for you to pull the boot easier. “But you’ve got mud on your hands now,” he mumbles.

“Hands that I can wash easily enough,” you say, finally yanking the boot free, and putting it aside with its partner. “Stay here, I’m going to get you some water so you don’t die of too bad a hangover when the sun comes up.”

He doesn’t protest, not that you’d listen if he did, and so you leave the room. You wash your hands in cold water from the well outside, and fill his waterskin you’d liberated from his person, as well as your own, before hurrying back out of the cold.

When you return, Osferth is laid on his back. He is still in his robes and his leather armor over his chest, leather bracers still on his forearms. He’s at least undone the belt of his scabbard, though not fully removed it. You scoff, amused at the sight.

“Jesus, baby monk, can’t even get undressed can you?”

He opens his eyes to look at you from his recline, and you approach and sit on the edge of the cot.

“Come on,” you pat his shin. “Up. At least have some water and take off your sword properly.”

He hauls himself up obligingly with a light groan, legs a warm presence against your thigh as he adjusts and accepts the waterskin.

“Thank you,” he says with a gasp once he releases it from his lips.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” you repeat yourself from earlier, nudging him gently.

He grins slowly. “That’s th’ second time you’ve called me pretty tonight,'' he begins to tease good naturedly. “Don’t let Finan hear you say that or he’ll think you mean it.”

“Oh, shush your pious hole,” your face warms and you avoid his all too intense gaze, as lighthearted as his smile is.

There’s a shift in the air, as Osferth keeps watching you, his smile suddenly turning to a slightly openmouthed look of surprise.

“You do,” he says, vocalizing his realization. “You think I’m pre–-”

You act on impulse, shutting him up with the first thing your body finds as a solution before your mind can catch up, pressing a quick firm kiss to his lips. You’ve pulled away before he can process it, and then the two of you are sat there staring at the other with wide, equally shocked eyes.

“I—” you don’t know what it is you’re going to say, how you’re going to play this off, but it hardly matters when his hands embrace your face and suddenly he’s kissing you.

It's a frenzy, all lips and teeth and surprised whimpers and gasps from both parties, the taste of ale and fresh cold water passing from tongue to tongue.

The need for air pulls you apart at last, chests heaving. You aren’t sure when or how it happened, but you find that you are straddling Osferth’s lap, your ankle twisted in the long strip of cloth that makes up the front of his robes. His hands are on your hips, steadying you, and your hands are on his shoulders.

He stares up at you, eyes wide as yours must be, both faces an expression of surprise.

“Uh—”

“So—”

You both start at the same time, and then you burst into a fit of nervous laughter. “Oh, God,” you say, covering your mouth as you try to stop from laughing too loudly. “Finan was right.”

The smile that had been spreading at your giggles turns into a confused frown. “About what?”

“You’re sly,” you chuckle, pushing at his shoulder to show you’re only teasing. “How did I even get on top of you?”

“Dunno,” he grins again, loosening his hold on your hips as you try to untangle your foot from his robes.

You shoot him a stern look as you finally free yourself and stand clumsily. “Are you even drunk?”

His eyebrows shoot open. “Wh– yes–!”

You push at his shoulder again with a broad grin, and he falls back despite it having only been a playful nudge. “Good.” You collect your water skin and straighten your clothes, smiling to yourself.

“You’re not staying?” He asks from the bed, shifting about to lay properly on his side. When you look at him he almost looks disappointed.

“I’m not going to hump you for the first time while you’re drunk, Osferth,” you cock an eyebrow.

Both his eyebrows raise again, and he shifts on the arm that has him propped up on his side.

“And I don’t want to be caught by Finan in the morning,” you admit. “Another time, baby monk.”

His face turns pink when you grin at him, closing the door behind your exit.

[rose-sophia-isabella-rogers]

A Steel That Went Through Hottest Fire: Chapter XVI - The Darkest Hour

Chapter Summary: So you and Aleksander could live and be free, Nikolai must convince his friends that they need you. But first, Kirigan must convince the King you two can be trusted. Before that, however, him and you must finally talk about your past… and future.

Pairing: Aleksander Kirigan/Reader, Nikolai Lantsov/Zoya Nazyalensky, David Kostyk/Genya Safin, Ivan/Fedyor Kaminsky

Characters: Aleksander Kirigan, Reader, Zoya Nazyalensky, Nikolai Lantsov, Yuri Vedenen, Fedyor Kaminsky, Ivan, Baghra, Genya Safin, David Kostyk, Tolya Yul-Bataar, Tamar Kir-Bataar

Word Count: 4535

A/N: Inspired by prompts: https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090100544/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089786919/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090100614/

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Everyone is arguing. Aleksander watches it all with amusement. They want him dead again. Nikolai tries to persuade them they can't kill him, at least not now. The Shu girl, probably the real princess, slowly pales and her eyes go wide. She must have come to realisation who he is.

'Are you really not going to kill him?' she blurts out, silencing everyone. 'He's too dangerous for everyone!'

'We do that now, we're all dead,' Lantsov says calmly and points with his head at you. 'See her? She's managed to knock out your assassin. Without even touching her. A moment earlier, she pulled a dagger out of her hands. I'd like to point out that at that moment her hands were sill bound, like they are now. And around us is a lot of solid objects, meaning a lot of weapons for her. No, thank you.'

'Then kill her first!' the princes says. The Darkling's eyes darken. If she dares to touch you…

'Then he will cut us in half,' Zoya huffs. 'And don't even suggest killing them at the same time. It won't work either.'

'So… what?' Genya asks, her voice shaking a bit. 'You really want us to work with him?'

The King stares grimly at Kirigan. He's very not happy about it.

'We need him for what's to come,' he answers. 'As we need [Y/N].'

Tolya and Tamar want to protest more. But at that moment someone knocks on the door. Genya hurries to see who it is. A moment later she returns… with Baghra. The old woman stops dead in her tracks, shocked to see her son alive. Aleksander smiles.

'Hello, mother,' he greets her. 'Did you miss me?'

Baghra stares at him in silence for a moment. Then, she turns her eyes to you.

'Foolish girl,' she scoffs. 'What have you done?'

You just smile slightly at her with a hint of sadness in your eyes. Baghra turns to the King. They start talking quietly. Kirigan rolls his eyes. Oh, how he loves his mother's plotting. Suddenly, she walks to you.

'Show me,' she says. You stare at her for a moment. Then, your bonds fall. Genya gasps. Tamar and Tolya grab their weapons. David and Zoya look at you with wide eyes. The princess shrieks.

'Easy,' Nikolai says, completely calm. You slowly raise your hands and unbutton your kefta a bit. You reveal your necklace from Elizaveta's bees to Baghra. She traces it with her fingers.

'I hate to say it… but now you may have a chance against Fjerda and Shu-Han,' Baghra says, turning to Nikolai. Others open their mouth to protest, but Lantsov stops them with their hands.

'Let's resume this in the morning,' he decides. 'We're all tired and on edge because of everything that's happened today.'

'Are we locking them up?' Zoya asks, looking at Kirigan with hope. The King sighs.

'We lock Yuri up, the pilgrims will riot,' he says. 'We lock [Y/N] up, everyone will know something is up. We lock Kirigan up, someone will discover him and everyone will panic. So, for now the monk is still my guest… just under guard. [Y/N] will get a guest room in the Little Palace. And Kirigan-'

'Can have his old room, also under guard,' Nazyalensky interrupts him.

'Zoya-' Nikolai starts.

'I won't be able to sleep there tonight anyway,' the Squaller says, narrowing her eyes at Aleksander.

'I missed you as well, Zoya,' the Darkling says.

'Don't talk to me,' Nazyalensky growls. Her eyes for a second turn into a dragon's. Aleksander wonders whether yours will turn into a bee's eyes if you're angry. He glances at you and judging by the expression on your face you're also wondering about it and the idea doesn't make you happy.

'Let's retire to beds,' Lantsov decides. Zoya grabs the monk and leaves with him. He keeps glancing worshipful glances over his shoulder at the Darkling. He winces but quickly puts on his mask, as Tolya walks to him to grab him and lead him away as well. Kirigan turns his head and sees you being taken away by Tamar. On the corridor, you're taken in opposite directions. You stare at each other sadly, not happy you're being separated again.

In his chambers, the Darkling is allowed a quick bath and then is locked in his bedroom. He looks around. Zoya redecorated it, which isn't a surprise. He sits up with a sigh. He wonders whether you're alright. He has so much to tell you. But they're clearly doing everything not to allow you to have a conversation.

He thinks how to get a moment alone with you, when suddenly he hears something. He stands up in high alert. Someone is in his secret tunnel. He quickly walks to it. He brandishes a knife he has acquired and the moment the hidden door opens, he presses it to the neck of the person that appears.

'A knife?' you ask, raising your eyebrows. 'Are you flirting with me?'

You smile at each other, amused. Aleksander pulls the knife away and takes a step back.

'How did you find this tunnel?' he asks, curious. You walk in and press a finger to your lips. Then, you touch the walls and focus. After a moment you pull away with a smile.

'Now they're soundproof,' you declare and walk to the bed. 'No one will interrupt us. And Fedyor told me about it. He and Ivan are here. They will walk through front door tomorrow. We'll just have to make sure they're not arrested.'

Kirigan nods in agreement. He opens his mouth to say something, but stops, seeing that you cross your arms and look away. You're no longer smiling. Your jaw is clenched. Ah, yes. It's time to talk seriously.

'I owe you an apology,' he starts quietly.

'For?' you ask, your voice emotionless.

'Many things,' the Darkling admits. 'Leaving you drugged in that tent is the first one.'

'It really hurt me,' you say.

'It kept you alive.'

'Or it caused your death.'

'Perhaps. We will never know. I'm also sorry for leaving you alone. Making you live in a cell for two and a half years.'

You bite your lip. You want to deny that it wasn't that bad. But you were starting to go crazy in there. Thank Saints for jurda parem requiring your help to create an antidote for it.

'I'm also sorry for neglecting you and focusing on Miss Starkov,' Aleksander goes on. 'For making you feel I'm just using you. For making you bend your morals, break your rules. For making you go against people you care about. Again and again, and again. For making you deceive and manipulate them. For making you do all of that on your own.'

While he's talking, he slowly approaches you. Your walls crumble with every word. You're barely holding it together when Kirigan gently cups your cheek.

'Do you want me to continue?' he asks quietly. You close your eyes.

'Yes,' you whisper, your voice shaking. 'Please, keep talking. I love the sound of your voice.'

I missed your voice. So much…

'You've been so brave, milaya,' the Darkling murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours. 'I'm certain no one else would've been able to accomplish what you have. And I know that our future is uncertain… but I promise you, no matter what, I'll always choose you. You are what matters most to me. I will not rest until you tell me you are happy and feel safe.'

You smile slightly. This is what you want. But how far is he going to go to achieve that? What will you lose? And does it still matter to you? After everything you've been through to get to this moment?

'Just stay,' you whisper. 'Then I'll be happy and safe.'

'Does it mean I'm forgiven?' Aleksander asks with hope. 'Or that at least you can find it in your heart to forgive me one day?'

You open your eyes. Your gaze meets his vulnerable one. You caress his cheek. He leans into your touch, having missed this as much as you have.

'I'm not going to lie,' you start, 'I've suffered and mostly because of you. But after everything, I'd still pick you. If someone years ago had told me what's going to happen, I'd still have made the same choices. So, yes, you are forgiven. Because I love you. And because still, even when you were dead, you were with me when I was alone.'

Kirigan smiles brightly at you. You can't help but do the same. Honestly, you'd do all of that again for that smile alone.

'I truly do not deserve you,' he says. 'And yet I know you're exactly what I've always needed.'

He presses his lips to your forehead. You almost whimper. Saints, how you missed his lips.

'I let you love me,' he says. 'I let you take care of me. I let you do things to me no one was allowed to do before. It scared me. But now I just feel joy. I love you, [Y/N]. I'm yours completely.'

That does it. You can't take it anymore and start crying. The Darkling quickly kisses the tears away. You've longed so hear those words for years. Yes, you heard them once. But he died right after, so that doesn't count. Now he's alive and he's going to be. You're finally at peace.

'Tell me what you need from me, lapushka,' he murmurs. 'How can I make it feel better? At least for tonight?'

'Can you… just hold me?' you ask sheepishly. 'I want… more… just not tonight. Tonight, I just want to be held by you. To feel you're really with me. And that you're not going anywhere.'

'Of course, my love,' Aleksander says and takes your hands in his. 'Come here.'

He leads you to bed. You both get under the covers. Then, he puts his arms around you and presses you to himself tightly. You put a hand on his chest and close your eyes. You sigh, contended.

'I love you, too,' you murmur just before you fall asleep. Kirigan smiles. He's about to reply, but sleep takes him. After all, he feels at peace with you by his side as well.

*

Next day, Nikolai is ready to face the Darkling and you. He walks through the corridors of the Little Palace with Zoya. First, he wants to have a quick conversation with you about your freedom, so they head to the room you're staying in. Tamar nods her head once they approach.

'Everything's fine,' she reports, unlocking the door. 'She's been there all night. Her heartbeat was like a clock.'

But the moment she opens the door, Zoya realises something is amiss at once. She walks to the bed and takes off the covers, ignoring protests from the King. All is quiet once they're off. Because instead of your body, there are pillows.

'You were guarding an empty room,' Nazyalensky growls.

'But… the heartbeat,' Tamar says, confused. The Squaller marches past her, joining Lantsov who's already hurrying to Kirigan's chambers. Tolya stands up at alert, seeing they fast approach.

'Is he there?' Zoya demands. Tolya looks at her, puzzled.

'Yes,' he confirms. 'Still asleep, judging by his heartbeat.'

Nazyalensky scoffs. Nikolai lets Tolya know to open the door. The Heartrender does and they all freeze at what they see.

You and Aleksander are exactly like you've fallen asleep. Cuddling and at peace. Zoya, Tolya and Tamar stare at it with disbelief, while Lantsov's look softens.

'You hear that, too?' Tolya whispers to his sister. She nods.

'What?' Nazyalensky snaps.

'Their heartbeats,' Tamar explains. 'They-'

'Beat as one,' Tolya finishes. 'I've never experienced something like that. Now, when I focus, I hear there are two. But all night it seemed to me it's just one.'

At that moment, your eyes open. You notice your audience and attempt to untangle yourself. But Kirigan grunts and presses you closer to himself. You're fighting with yourself not to smile.

'Idiot, wake up,' you say, poking his forehead. 'I was right those three hours ago and should've left. Now we have very worried guests.'

'Did they think we've escaped?' the Darkling murmurs. You glance at fuming Zoya.

'Pretty much,' you confirm. Aleksander sighs but lets you go. You both sit up.

'Good morning,' Kirigan greets your guests, amused at their expressions. If looks could kill, Zoya would murder him.

'I'm guessing you slept well?' Nikolai politely asks.

'Very, yes,' the Darkling confirms. The King nods and turns to you.

'[Y/N], dear, would you be so kind and return to your room now?' he asks. 'Get refreshed and then come to my chambers?'

'Just use normal corridors this time, please,' Zoya sighs. Lantsov turns to her.

'But since no one knows about the Darkling, people may assume you two have an affair, seeing her walking from your chambers,' he points out. Nazyalensky thinks for a moment, then shrugs.

'Eh. Wouldn't be a terrible rumour,' she decides. Your eyes meet and you both smile slightly. You nod at the King, letting him know it's not a problem.

'Wonderful,' he says and looks at Kirigan. 'Once you're dressed, I'd like to have a chat with you. In my office.'

'Very well,' Aleksander agrees. Nikolai nods, satisfied, and turns to leave with others.

'One question,' Tamar says and looks at you. 'How I was able to hear a heartbeat for all night?'

You freeze. Oh. You haven't thought about the possibility of her listening for your heartbeat through the night. You and Kirigan exchange a confused look, wondering how was it possible in that case. Then, it hits you.

'Fedyor or Ivan?' the Darkling asks. You hum.

'Hard to say,' you say. 'I can't imagine Ivan sleeping in the secret corridor all night. Fedyor, though… I can totally see it.'

'But Ivan would probably chop of his hand for you,' Aleksander points out. You think about it and shrug. Then, you look at the stunned group.

'Oh, yes, Fedyor and Ivan will be coming today,' you inform them. 'But they will use front door this time.'

'This time?' Zoya repeats and sighs. 'No, I don't want to know.'

She turns and leaves. Others follow suit. Tolya stops Lantsov once the door closes behind them.

'That's it?' he asks quietly. 'You're just letting this slide? They were supposed to stay in their rooms.'

'Tolya, my friend,' Nikolai says, glancing at the door. 'They could have easily slaughter us all at night. But what did they do? They cuddled. All night. If that's not love, I don't know what is.'

He starts walking away. The Heartrender looks after him, puzzled.

'What that has to do with anything?' he asks.

'Everything,' Lantsov calls and goes back to the Grand Palace. There, in his office, he waits. Until finally, the Darkling walks in. Tolya sneaked him in, unnoticed by anyone.

'I'm surprised Zoya allowed you to speak with me without her present,' Aleksander says, amused.

'Oh, believe me, she protested a lot,' the King says and points a chair to Kirigan. The Shadow Summoner sits down. Two men asses each other for a moment.

'So,' Nikolai finally says. 'I think it's safe to say we both need each other. I need your experience to protect Ravka from the coming threat. And you need me not to have the whole country turned against you.'

'I believe that's the case, yes,' Aleksander agrees.

'But what's your goal in all of this?' Lantsov asks. 'Hm? What do you want? The crown? You won't get it.'

'I know,' Kirigan says. 'I no longer want it.'

The King gives him a sceptic look. He's not bothered by it.

'So, what do you want in return for your help?' Nikolai asks after a pause.

'A full pardon,' the Darkling answers. 'And a position as your… let say… peace advisor?'

Lantsov stares at him blankly. He answers with a calm gaze.

'Not your old position?' the King asks.

'Zoya is doing a great job,' Aleksander answers. 'It wouldn't be smart to make her lose it. But I will not be helping you just under a threat of being thrown into jail or killed. Or from a lower position than I had. I did some terrible things, yes. But I've built the Second Army from the scratch. Offered Grisha a home when they had none. This is the work of my life. I won't let it being taken away from me.'

'So, it's still about the power, then,' Nikolai sighs. Kirigan gives him a look he can't decipher.

'Not only,' he says. Lantsov quickly understands.

'[Y/N],' he guesses. 'What's her place in all of this?'

'She's the reason I don't want your throne anymore,' the Darkling explains. 'She doesn't want to be a queen. And she believes you're the best king this country can hope for at the moment.'

'You really love her,' Nikolai says after a beat. Aleksander's gaze becomes serious.

'More than you could possibly understand,' he says and looks away. 'She's stood by me even when I hurt her. Because of me she was in jail. And yet she brought me back. How can I risk the possibility of really losing her? I may be the one everyone fears. But truly, she's the one pulling my strings. Whatever she wants me to do, I will.'

'That's actually very good to know,' Lantsov says. 'But how can I trust her? She's been manipulating us all for months. Which is very impressive, by the way.'

'Yes, I take full responsibility for every darkness in her,' Kirigan says. 'But you can trust her. Her main goal is to keep me alive, yes. And to be with me. But she wants this… alliance… to work the most of us all. She doesn't want another civil war. And as a proof of her good will… I'm sure she'll be very happy to remove… your roommate.'

He gives a pointed look. The King freezes.

'She already tri- Oh,' he starts and then chuckles dryly. 'But she didn't want that to work back then. She wanted me to go to the Fold with her.'

The Darkling confirms, nodding. Nikolai sighs, massaging his temples.

'I am never underestimating her again,' he declares. 'But I'm still not fully convinced. Let's say we do this. We win and keep Ravka safe. You have that position and one day I die. My successors keep you. But what happens when [Y/N], who, let's be honest, is the only reason you're not taking over the power, dies one day? She's a Grisha, yes. She'll live longer than a human. But still not as long as you.'

To his surprise, the Shadow Summoner smiles. There's a glint in his eyes that make Lantsov shiver.

'You've witnessed how powerful she is,' Kirigan says and the King nods slowly. 'Now imagine how powerful she's become with her new amplifier. The more powerful Grisha, the longer their lives are. And on top of that, it's not just any amplifier. It's an amplifier made of someone who was immortal.'

Nikolai's eyes go wide. He shakes his head slowly in disbelief.

'She's immortal,' he understands. 'And so is-'

'Zoya?' Aleksander asks and shrugs. 'I can't be sure, but I assume she is. She's the most powerful Squaller I've ever seen. Well, not only a Squaller now. But I am sure with [Y/N]. My nichevoy'a have connected us. I feel it. So, tell me. Why would I risk lose the one thing I've wanted the most, even more than Grisha's safety?'

'I feel I should ask what if the long life will change her and she'll want power, but I know [Y/N] enough to know she's not a person who would ever want the throne,' Nikolai says. 'I mean, unless one of my future successors is a tyrant. Then feel free to make them abdicate.'

'Gladly,' Kirigan promises. Silence falls between the men. Finally, Lantsov nods.

'Alright,' he says. 'We have a deal. But one sign of betrayal and your life will end for good.'

'I accept,' the Darkling agrees. The men shake hands.

'Now, how about we make sure you won't turn into a monster during your wedding night?' Aleksander asks. Nikolai looks at him grimly. Somehow, he's not surprised he already knows about his engagement with Princess Ehri.

*

When Kirigan and Lantsov enter the King's chambers, they're surprised by a cheerful atmosphere and laughter. The source of such relaxation? Fedyor, who's sitting between you and Genya, and tells a story with a grin on his face.

Behind you stands Ivan. Serious, but with a hint of smile on his face. Near the door stand Zoya, Tolya and Tamar. Nazyalensky has problems with keeping a straight face as well. In the room are also present David and Baghra. They're sitting by a window, both lost deep in thought. However, everyone stands at attention at the entrance of the two men.

'We've come to an understanding,' the King declares and everyone visibly relaxes. 'We can now plot the fall of our enemies. But first, I would like our darling [Y/N] to help me deal with a certain… pest problem.'

You look at Aleksander. He nods slightly. You hear Tamar scoff before you can move.

'She already tried,' she points out.

'I doubt she actually did, since she wanted us to go to the Fold,' Zoya reminds her. Now everyone looks at you, curious.

'But can you really do it?' Tolya asks, eyeing you sceptically.

'Of course,' you say confidently. 'I healed Kirigan from merzost, didn't I?'

Everyone looks at you, stunned. They all assumed you didn't manage to even try.

'Oh, please,' you scoff. 'He's been brought back to the same state he was before he died. Well, except for the wound that killed him. Does he look like he's about to kick the bucket? Again?'

'[Y/N],' the Darkling scolds you gently, but he barely restrains his amusement.

'Fine, fine,' you grunt and look at Nikolai. 'Take a seat.'

Lantsov sits down on a chair tentatively. He eyes you as you stand up and walk to him. You take out the alexandrite from your pocket and take a place opposite to your king.

'What are you going to do?' he asks. You show him the stone.

'This stone has a purifying and renewing powers,' you explain. 'It balances all levels of life. It brings strength, when needed most. And also good luck, good fortune, love.'

'What is it?' Nikolai asks, observing how the stone changes colour. Your mouth twitches.

'Alexandrite,' you answer. Lantsov huffs a laugh.

'Quite fitting,' he says.

'Quite,' you agree with a small smile. The King nods.

'Do I need to… do something?' he asks, trying to hide out nervous he is.

'Take it and clench your hand around it,' you say, passing him the stone. 'Then close your eyes.'

Nikolai takes the alexandrite and clenches his hand around it. Then you take his hand in your hands. You focus completely on the crystal and use your powers to manipulate it.

Lantsov groans. He feels the monster in him moving, protesting.

'Hush,' you murmur, your eyes also closed. 'It's alright. It's going to be over soon.'

The King is stunned, feeling the creature calming down. He groans, feeling something pressing on his chest. He feels he's about to collapse.

Zoya, Tolya, Tamar and Genya stand up, alarmed, seeing Nikolai in pain. They want to rush to his side. To everyone's surprise, it is Baghra's voice that stops them:

'Wait. It's working.'

And true to her words, the monster pours from Lantsov's body. It groans. It focuses its eyes on each person in the room. Until they land on you.

You don't even open your eyes. You lift one hand. The matter from which the creature is made swirls around your fingers. You seem to be spinning it on one. The monster becomes less solid and more shadow. It flies in your direction. Until, finally, it is completely absorbed by the stone.

The King takes in a deep breath. He opens his eyes wide, surprised to suddenly feel so well and… free. He doesn't feel the monster in him anymore. He looks at you, amazed.

You let go of his hand. He opens it and is stunned to see the alexandrite is completely black. He looks at you with awe.

'You've actually done it,' he says and chuckles with disbelief. You smile and slowly stand up. At once, Ivan and Fedyor are at your side. You stop and raise your eyebrows at them.

'Last time you passed out,' Kaminsky reminds you.

'I've grown stronger since then, haven't I?' you ask and move back to your former place. 'But I need to rest, though.'

'Thank you, [Y/N],' Nikolai says seriously. 'Truly.'

'I owed you at least that,' you say.

'Is it really gone?' Zoya asks. You throw the stone at her.

'See for yourself,' you answer. Others gather around the stone and look at it with curiosity.

'Remarkable,' Baghra comments. You smile, always proud to get a praise from her.

'Okay,' Nazyalensky says. 'I can believe [Y/N]'s intentions are true. But how do we know we can trust him?'

She points her finger at Aleksander. He looks at her with amusement. Honestly, it's so funny how they all huff and hiss at him. Like little angry kittens.

'If he tries to betray you, I'll kill him personally and he knows it,' you answer. Everyone but Nikolai look at you, stunned.

'I do?' Kirigan asks, raising his eyebrows. You freeze. You put a finger to your chin, pondering.

'That must have been a normal dream, then, not you coming to me in my sleep,' you conclude. The Darkling smirks.

'Oh, really?' he asks. 'What other dreams you had about me?'

'No, don't,' Ivan and Fedyor say at the same time. You and Aleksander look at them with confusion.

'If you two start flirting, it will never end,' Kaminsky explains grimly.

'Or it will in a way none of us want to see,' Ivan adds. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks.

'Okay… now that we have it behind us,' Genya says, trying to defuse the sexual tension, 'what's our next move?'

'There's too many things we have to deal with,' Tolya says grimly.

'How about we start with an antidote for jurda parem?' you suggest.

'How long do you think you need to make it work?' Nikolai asks, massaging his temples. You look at him, a glint in your eyes.

'Give me a week,' you answer. Everyone but Aleksander, Ivan and Fedyor looks at you, surprised.

'To find out how to make it?' David asks.

'To create it,' you clarify. 'I know how to make it. I just need all ingredients.'

'How long have you had it figured out?' Lantsov asks after a beat. You shrug.

'A month or so before we set to the Fold?' you ask. Silence falls. The King shakes his head.

'You wouldn't be interested in becoming my spy, would you?' he asks. You grin.

'No, but thank you for the offer,' you answer. 'So. When can I leave for Lazlayon?'

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Every comment makes my day!

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52696933/chapters/135178732

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hi.. did tumblr eat my request for general caregiver fujin headcanons? i could have sworn i requested that unless i'm just crazy?

Awh I've had that happen to me too!! Sometimes request don't fully send? Like, you need to get that small Tumblr notification that states that it was sent? It happens very rarely though, don't worry :]

Luckily you resent another request!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Fujin Hcs

☁️ Such a good CG!!! <3

☁️ Really good with a lot of ages!!

☁️ Doesn't specialize with any age, but is incredibly good with clingy regressors

☁️ Adores cuddling and spending time with you, your his most important thing right now

☁️ Well, your his most important thing period, but when your small your his main priority

☁️ Has pushed some of his God responsibilities off just for you <3

☁️ Raiden lectured him later for it though >:(

☁️ Speaking about Raiden, Fujin would highly encourage little playdates between you two!!

☁️ Fujins really strong, and he really likes carrying you

☁️ So this works incredibly well if you regress smaller

☁️ Mortals very much amuse him very much

☁️ Which means you amuse him so, so much

☁️ Learnt that younger mortals need a nap and encourages you to take one, especially if you regress tiny

☁️ He'll dress you in soft jammies, brush your hair, you'll have a whole routine

☁️ He’ll also cuddle you!!! Loves to cuddle during naptime (even if he doesn't sleep)

☁️ Won't force you to take a nap if you don't wanna though

☁️ If your scared of naps (such as monsters under the bed or such) he'll cuddle you extra tight and get you a dream catcher

☁️ He'll also get magic Monster Go Away Spray!!! (a trick he learnt from a parent app, actually)

☁️ Thinks it's really funny when you get a burst of energy, and then crash asleep

☁️ Is very patient when you have tantrums or hissy fits

☁️ He'll let you scream and cry, especially if it's over big negative feelings, but stays by incredibly close so you don't hit or throw anything

☁️ If you do he'll gently grab your wrists or quickly catch whatever you throw

☁️ He'll scold you later for it, probably when your big again and can have a better conversation

☁️ But right now, he wants to make sure your okay

☁️ He'll gently rock you and say that everything's okay

☁️ Doesn't really do punishments, but will scold you if your being naughty on purpose

☁️ Believes outside time is very important!!!

☁️ Whether that's going outside and playing with his kite, or sitting on the grass with some toys and a blanket

☁️ Will encourage you to pull pranks on the Monks and his friends (and take any backlash so you don't get in trouble)

☁️ He'll make you ‘fly’ in the air with his powers (making a burst of wind beneath you)

☁️ Safely though!!! He'd never do it if you didn't want to either

☁️ Will sit you on a blanket and then put you in the air (like a magic carpet ride fr Aladdin!!)

☁️ If your a bigger kid, you'll still get treated like a toddler >:(

☁️ But don't worry!! Just tell him and he'll treat you more your age (or try, it's a process)

☁️ Thinks pet regressors are really cute and funny and will watch you roll along the ground

☁️ Gives the best head scratchies and tummy rubs!!!

☁️ If you're ever sick while your tiny, it takes everything out of him not to pick you up and hold you closely :(

☁️ It's just, your all tucked in bed looking like ‘🥺’ but he knows that if he holds you, he'll get sick too :(

☁️ Tries to get you yummy medicine, and will make you some nice warm milk

☁️ Very good with if you use diapers and will buy you ones with cute designs!!

☁️ His hair is very long and he'll let you brush it, and will redirect you if you pull on ks hair

☁️ Will brush your hair any time of the day, absolutely loves brushing and styling it!!

☁️ Favorite CG nicknames are Dada, Fuu Fuu, and Cloudy

☁️ Favorite little nicknames to call you are Sweetie, Sweetheart, Little One, Baby, Lovely, Bumble Bee

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

They're not the best, but I can always do more!! :D

[angelbroad]

"Who takes care of you?"

Type: Fanfiction

Fandom: Mortal Kombat

Characters: Bi-Han, Kakkō, Kuai Liang, Lui Kang

The first time Bi-Han had encountered Kakkō was in the Fire Temple. Him and Lui Kang had some important things to discuss, and he noticed that one of his brothers, the actual one, was absent. Even if he had been there with them a few moments ago. He hummed, and squinted his eyes at the door.

 “Where did Kuai Liang go?”, he asked, Tomas turned his head to him, and so did Lui Kang.

 “Huh.”, the god said, “I did not notice he was gone. Outside, perhaps?”

 Before Lui Kang finished the second half of his statement, Bi-Han was already out the door. Bi-Han could hear the faint voice of his brother, his tone sounding like an instructor.

 “-and throw.”

 He heard a weird splatting sound, and he rounded the corner to see a kunai spear on the ground that had caught an apple. But it was not his brother’s. The spear pulled back, Bi-Han seeing it retreat in the hands of a teenager. The kid presented the pierced apple to Kuai Liang.

 “Hey, I did that without the shackle!”, they said, Kuai Liang placed a hand on their head.

 “Good progress, kid-”

 “Kuai Liang.”

 The two turned to see Bi-Han at the entrance, the kid practically freezing in silent terror at the sight of him. Bi-Han could tell they tried not to show their fear, doing their best to present themselves properly. He sighed.

 “Kuai Liang, what are you doing back here?”

 “Apologies, brother. I had gotten distracted.”

 “Now you are mentoring shaolin?”

 “I am not a shaolin!”

 The two looked at the kid, causing it to retreat into itself metaphorically.

 “S-Sorry.”

 Bi-Han looked at their kunai spear. It was indeed entirely different from Kuai Liang’s. 

 “When did you even have time to find them one?”, he asked, refering to the weapon.

 “Kakkō already had it.”, Kuai Liang explained, “It was given to them by a previous, older Scorpion, I was helping them refresh their memory.”

 A previous Scorpion? Were they acquianted with the Lin Kuei?

 “We have actual work to do, Kuai Liang. We did not come here to train novices.”

 “I am more than capable, I will let you know that.”

 “Kakkō, don’t bother. Bi-Han is just tired.”, Kuai Liang explained, the smaller warrior obeying and stepping back.

 Bi-Han raised an eyebrow, but did not let it linger long before asking Kuai Liang to come back inside. He saw the kid again before they left, talking to Tomas. He couldn’t catch what they were talking about, but Tomas had shown his ability to turn into puffs of smoke a few times, the teen looking very amused. He had asked Lui Kang about this, already knowing their name, Kakkō. Apparently, they were orphaned three years back, and he took them in to be raised by the monks to stop taking out their anger at everyone within close proximity.

 He never payed much attention to them after this, or at least he tried to. The kid had the habit of hanging upside down from the raftors like a bat, making it their life’s mission to give him a heart attack. But Bi-Han was not the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei for nothing. He would deter the attempts at scares every time, the closest he had gotten to an actual heart attack being the one and only time when Kakkō had stolen the pendant with his mother’s picture in it. They only apologised because Kuai Liang told them to.

 After this incident, he decided to watch Kakkō more closely. He saw just how much they devoted themselves to kombat. Most of the time, he’d find them in the training grounds, bashing everything around them. Kuai Liang still offered them his tutelage, Kakkō visibly learning from his lessons. So they were a fast learner. He had stayed a few times to watch their daily rampage through the training grounds. They would not stop until every dummy was broken into multiple pieces.

 Bi-Han would not lie, he was becoming more interested in this kid. In Lui Kang’s words, they just reached sixteen, so still a child, but a very damn capable one.

 The second most significant time he had encountered Kakkō was during one of the very rare missions they were handling. The underground operations of the Black Dragon required their attention, and Bi-Han was eager for kombat, even if his thrill had died down slightly at the sight of guns. Cowards’ weapons.

 They were no match for Bi-Han and his Lin Kuei, but they had an advantage of firepower. They had taken down a significant amount of this ‘Kano’’s goons, and Bi-Han was able to retrieve the artifact they had stolen from the Fire Temple. Holding it, however, became painful. The artifact was imbued with magic, and it quickly became too much for Bi-Han to even touch. He considered encasing it in ice, and he failed to notice a lackey ready to shoot him. 

 Just as he heard the shot ring out, another object flew right in front of him, landing on the ground right in front of his feet. Bi-Han saw it was a kunai spear held by a chain. It managed to pierce the bullet that would have no doubt hit him. The kunai spear jolted itself off the ground, and pierced the other man’s skull instead.

 Kakkō hopped down from the raftors, “You okay?”

 “Why are you here?”, Bi-Han interrogated, trying to stop Kakkō from taking the artifact in their hands, “Stop that! It’s-”

 Kakkō took it in their hands and sprinted down the halls, motioning for him to follow along.

 “Come on! The others are waiting for you!”

 Bi-Han temporarily shook away his confusion, sprinting after them with his Lin Kuei following the duo’s lead. Bi-han and Kakkō fought side by side that day, the man finally seeing the kid in an actual battle. He had to help out once or twice, but they held their own like a fine warrior. Bi-Han also noticed that Kakkō was not affected by the artifact’s overwhelming magic. He would ask later, for now, they focused on clearing out the base and getting out.

 They successfully returned the artifact, Lui Kang chiding Kakkō for leaving and bothering Subzero without permission. The child shrugged it off and simply left with a remark about Lui Kang’s vision. Bi-han would seek them out later, finding them sitting on the roof overlooking the training arena of the Wu Shi.

 “Who takes care of you?”, he asked.

 “Excuse me?”

 “I haven’t seen that much self-destructing behaviour ever in my life. Not even with Kuai Liang.”

 Kakkō scoffed, “If Lui Kang wants my respect, he’s gotta earn it. And he has done jack shit about it yet.”

 “To me, you just sound ungrateful.”

 The look he received might as well have been poison to the eyes, but the kid remained silent. Bi-Han continued.

 “The artifact, that thunder amulet, how were you able to hold it?”

 “Couldn’t you?”

 “No.”, he bluntly said, “It’s magic was too much to bear.”

 Kakkō looked away, “My family had a resistance to strong magics. Weird genetic stuff.”, they said, and Bi-Han nodded.

 “Do you not have any distant relatives-?”

 “Lui Kang made sure my clan was wiped from history.”

 Bi-Han stopped talking, looking up at the child wordless. Lui Kang, advocating for genocide? He found that very hard to believe, but it would explain Kakkō’s distain for him. They clearly were here because they had nowhere else to go.

 He stepped forward and into the arena.

 “Get down from here.”, he said.

 Kakkō looked at him, hesitant. The silver accents of his armor glimmered under the moonlight and the few lanterns that were present in the pit. They hopped down, the two of them now standing on opposite ends of the arena.

 “What is this about-?”, Kakkō had to dodge an ice beam that went right for them, but it ended up hitting the entrance patio behind them instead. They breathed heavily, looking at Bi-Han with worry in their eyes.

 Bi-Han begun forming another ice attack in his hands, “Fight.”

 Kakkō clearly did not want to fight. They were dodging Bi-Han's attacks every time they could, rarely even swinging back. Bi-Han needed to test this one, and if he were to do that, he’d need the kid to fight.

 “I know you can hit me.”, he commented, strengthening the blow of his attacks. He could see the kid was struggling, but they still would not retaliate. He needed something to push them to fight.

 “Look at you, struggling against someone in a training exercise.”

 “Shut up-”

 “Your family would be ashamed of you.”

 Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. He had to avoid a swing of the kunai spear that came for his face. Kakkō was moving faster towards him, blocking the ice attacks with both the kunai and sometimes their bare hands, not caring about the ice sticking to their body. They managed to make contact with Bi-Han, snarling like a wild animal as they kicked and punched with the strength and technique of a seasoned warrior. They were fast, and Bi-Han was knocked to the ground, the chain of Kakkō’s kunai spear wrapping around his neck as the child was gripping the chain tightly on top of him, teeth gritting and tears in their eyes.

 “Keep...my family...out of your fucking mouth.”

 Bi-Han moved to stop the chain from choking him, Kakkō following his lead and loosening their hold on the chain. They both got up, Bi-Han helping Kakkō with some leftover ice that got stuck on their clothes and skin. He took notice of how the kid shivered.

 “Not a fan of the cold?”

 Kakkō shook their head as they both sat on the patio, Bi-Han removing thick shards from their freezing hands, checking them for frostbite.

 “Well, you look okay so far.”

 Kakkō pulled back their arm as soon as he confirmed their well being, the two sitting in awkward silence. Bi-Han sighed.

 “I will not be bringing up your family again.”

 “Good.”

 Eventually, Kakkō spoke again.

 “Why did you even want to fight me?”

 “Personal matters.”, Bi-Han replied before getting up to walk off, “Get some rest. You will need it.”

 Kakkō scoffed with a slight smile, “What? Are you my Grandmaster?”

 Bi-Han did not answer their question, instead leaving to go seek out Lui Kang. The god’s plate was almost always full, and currently he was making prepartions to find Earthrealm its champions, dulling the artifact’s magic in the process to make it more bearable to hold.

 Eventually, Lui Kang could afford to give Subzero some time.

 “Do you not have Kakkō?”, he asked when the Tournament was brought up, “Both them and the higher ranks of the Lin Kuei would make excellent champions.”

 “The process of choosing a champion is no easy task, my friend.”, Lui Kang explained, in that condescending tone Bi-Han hated so much, “I must consider their ability and character. Strength and spirit.”

 Bi-Han knew they would just go in circles if this topic continued, exhaling in response.

 “You wish to speak to me about Kakkō?”, the god asked, gently blowing at his cup of tea to cool it enough to drink.

 “I do.”, Bi-Han said as he took a quick glance at his own cup before averting his gaze. “You said yourself they were no shaolin, and their fighting style only confirms it. They fight more like Kuai Liang every day, along with some other, distant technique.”

 Lui Kang nodded as he took a sip of his tea, allowing Bi-Han to continue talking.

 “They clearly have talent, but refuse to utilise it. Because you have them cooped up in here instead of using them.”

 Lui Kang gave Bi-Han a look, “What do you mean?”

 “Tell me, is there any other reason as to why they almost never leave the grounds of the Fire Temple and the Wu Shi?”

 “Kakkō had a hard life, Bi-Han. After the loss of their family, and later on their mentor, they refused to associate themselves with any group, the fear of them being taken away being too much for a child to bear.”

 “That clearly hasn’t stopped them from glueing themselves to my brother’s hip.”

 “Is this what you wanted to talk to me about? Kakkō’s attachment to your brother?”

 “No. Though, it still has to do with the kid.”

 “.....Go on.”

 “As I said, Kakkō clearly has talent they refuse to utilise, but a few weeks ago, back in the Wu Shi training grounds, I got a glimpse of what Kakkō could accomplish in kombat. Kuai Liang tells me of their progress each day, like they are one of his students.”

 “What are you trying to say, Bi-Han?”

 “I wish for Kakkō to join the Lin Kuei.”

 Lui Kang nearly choked on his tea, hacking and coughing to stabilise his throat again. Bi-Han gave him an offended look from across the table, which Lui Kang picked up on.

 “I-It is not that I do not consider you and your clan capable, Bi-han. I would not have appointed you to such position otherwise!”

 “Then what is the problem?”, Bi-Han asked, clearly not happy.

 Lui Kang could not tell him anything, and he clearly did not know about Kakkō’s true nature, their history with the Lin Kuei and himself. He knew very well he could not continue to force them into anything. He didn’t want to end up bringing the Kakkō from the previous timelines out of the younger version.

 He closed his eyes and silently swallowed, “I do not want to force them into anything, Bi-Han.”, he said, “You will have to ask them yourself.”

 “So be it.” 

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ALRIGHTYYYYY GOOD MORNING EVERYONE AND GOOD DAY! TODAY WE’LL BE REACTING TO

MONKIE KID SEASON 4 EPISODE T W O (2)

Now, I know all the episodes are all out, and I do have access to them, but because I am totally normal about this show I will be watching one ep a week over the next few weeks. I like squeezing every ounce of enjoyment of this show that I can so I shall be pacing myself or else I will lose my mind bG;LKAWMFEW;F

ALRIGHT OFC IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT SPOILERS AHEAD, AND IF YOU HAVE, WARNING FOR KNOX ALL CAPS AS ALWAYS BGSDKFMWEF

HERE WE GO

SHOOT WAIT I JUST RECALLED WHAT THE FIRST EP WAS SCREEAAAMS

theme song nothing but good vibes, the best vibes, I’m… v excited for this

.

. . . . . ..

th

;-;

DBK laugh ;-;

hmbgbnk AYO??

OH MY HDDBGLSD;KFMDS

THE

THE OPENENINGDSF

THE WAY TO OPENGLSDKMF THE

AA AAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I adore him

You guys I love this guy, look at everybody watching him laughbGLA;KWMEF PLS

(found an animation error, during the first shot monkey king’s tail is yellow and not the usual reddish brown)

SCREAMS ITS A FLASABCKGLS;DKFME

AA AAA

K

SO I KNEW THIS

WAS GONNA HAPPEN I DID

I DID ID DID  ISWEAR

AA

AAAA

aw the fruit n stuff looks so nice, I love the detail of it al being fruit pls

AAAAAAAAAAAA

MACAQUE

*FLIPS TABLE*

HECKING

THE WAY MONKEY KING’S SITTING ON HIS CHAIR PLS

SORRY I HAVENT’ EVEN

GOTTEN PAST THE SECOND SHOT PLS

I NEED TO APPRECIATE EVERYHTING ITS FAMILY DINNER GUYS /J /J /J

ITS THE BACHLOR DINNER

IT FEELS LIKE IT IS DBK MARRIED AT THIS POINT? HECK I DON’T KNOW IT VIEBS LIKE BACHLORS I’M STILL ON THE SAME FRAME SAVE ME NBLA;FKMAWEF

THAT LION FELLA LOOKS SKETCHY TO ME SORRYGBSDFLKMAWEF

B I G  M A N

B I G LADS ON ONE END OF THE TABLE AND SMOLS ON THE OTHER HUH GBSDF;LKAMF

I’M SORRY THE WAY MACAQUE AND WUKONG ARE SITTING P L S

WUKONG LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO LEAP OUT OF HIS CHAIR AT ANY SECOND AND MACAQUE LOOKS LIKE A KID VISITING HIS MOM’S FRIENDS HOUSE FOR LUNCH PLS BGS;DFKMAW;OEFMAW;EF M

OKAY OKAY I GOTTA

PUSH PLAY AGAIN THIS

THIS SEASON IS GONNA KILL ME I’M SO READY

I’M OSRRY THIRD SHOT AND IT’S DBK’S SMILE I WILL CRY

BIRD’S LOOKING FUNNY SOMETHIGN ABOUT THAT POSE IS GETTING ME BGS;LKFMAWEF

TELL THEM WHAT YOUS AID NEXT HE’S LOOKING AT MONKEY KING PLS IS HE TELLING STORIES, PLS PLS GBDSL;FKMAWEF

.

you guys i’m going to cry the foot stomp ON THE TABLE, I ADORE THIS MONKEY Y’ALL I’M GONNA BGSLD;KFMAWOEI;FMAEF PLS, HE’S SO!!! AAAAA kay kay kay kay kay I HAD TO PAUSE ON THE TWANG OF THE MUSIC THERE BECAUISE PLS BGSA;DFKMAWE

hmbgdndlmf monke ;-;

HIS VOICE

THE BIG OL INHALE

YOU CAD

PLS HOW INVESTED AND THRILLED AND EXCITED DBK LOOKS

ELEPHANT MANS LOOKS PRETTY AMUSED TOO

MACAQUE DOES NOT BGS;LDFKMAWEF PLS

WHAT’S THE BIRDS NAME?? I’M SURE I’VE HEARD IT FROM SOMEBODY PENG??? OR SOMETHIG?? OKAY WELL BIRD FELLA LOOKING DOUBTFUL AS TO WHETHER OR NOT THIS STORY IS ACCURATEBGL;SAKMFAWEF

get urself a bro who looks at you like Dbk looks at Wukong fellas ;-;7

PLS

PLS WAIT THEY’RE ALL LOSING IT LAUGHING

PLS THEY’RE ALL LIKE TEARS IN THEIR EYES LAUGHING (no sign of macaque, its okay we know it’s cause he’s short /j /J /J I’M /J PLS BG;LSKFMA)

THE SWEEP THINGGBDLKMFAWE

GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEEEEN

I AM

GOING TO CRY

I WILL CRY

MONKEY KING OUT

BANANA DROP

HIS FACE

THE THREE OF THEM LOSING IT LAUGHING

y’all young dbk actually has my soul this man is so boisterous LIKE FATHER LIKE SON I’M JUST SAYINGNSLD;FKMAEWF

Red son had to get his screeching from somewhere his mom doesn’t really talk that loudbG;LKAMWEF

SORRY OKAY YES YES, I AM ;-; this season is gonna destroy me i just know it bG;LKMAWEF

PLS I’M ONLY 54 SECONDS IN

.

I’m sorry elephant man you can keep taking in a second

Macaque.

Why

are you making

that face.

sir.

stop.

what is that

cEASE

OKAY LOOKING AWAY FROM MACAQUE MOMENT WHY IS HE SMILING QUIETLY LIKE I’LL THROW HIM INTO THE SUN

WE ARE MOVING ON LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND PERSONS

BACK TO THE ELEPHANT MAN who has some nice eye markings, pink eyes? excellent work yes correct

pls

I need a second

I’m actually tearing up

“well i’m paraphrasing but- they’re calling it THE HAVOC IN HEAVEN” *HEAVY GUITAR MUSIC*

I’M IN PIECES

EXCELLENT VOICE ACTING FOR THAT HAVOC IN HEAVEN LINE SPICIFICALLY

I’M

I WILL CRYBGDFLKAMOE YOU GUYS I’M NORMAL ABOUT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE CAHRACTERS ALREADY AS YOU CAN SEE

i am curious as to why the lion hasn’t spoken yet tho ig we’re only a minute in…I’MA JSUT PUSH PLAY AGAINGNSDL;KMFWE

BIRD

HITS HIM WITH  A CHAIR

i dunno why i just felt like it

MACAQUE THEME GBSDFKLAWEF

BRUH REALLY SPEAKKING

I DON’T KNWO WHY I WASN’T EXPECTNG THAT LEAVE ME ALONE I’M STILL THINKING ABOUT DBK LAUGHING SO MUCH

THE STARTLED LOOK FROM MACAQUE

WUKONG

WUKONG PLS BGSD;LKFMAWEF

MANS FR JUST LAYING ON THE TABLE

LOVE THIS GUY

i am gonna be here for so much longer than an hour aren’t i

WAILS LOUDLY

“CORRECTION!! WEEEEEE’RE GOING THROUGH WITH THIS”

LIKE ALWAYS

TWO MONKEY BROS GETTING INTO SOME CHEEKY MISCHIEF

THE WAY THAT LINE IS DELIVERED

THE GIGGLE AS HE SINKS OUT OF SCREEN THAT FACE IS HORRIFYING PLS BGSL;FKMWE

MACAQUE’S FACE THE WHOEL TIME I’M GONNGBDSFLKMAOIWEFM

PLS

MACAQUE BEING WORRIED

SCRREAAAAMS

SO WE’VE GOT

I SEE THE APPROACH THEY’RE TAKING OKAY

MACAQUE BEING THE ONLY SANE ONE HERE OKAYGBSDLFKMAWEFO;

NOPE YUP THEN WUKONG

YUP

THERE HE IS

I too lose braincells when surrounded by best bros :pensive_emoji:

PLS ITS THE FACT

HE’S DOING IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF DBK

BECAUSE OFC HE WILL DBK LAUGHS THE HARDEST

Y’ALL WUKONG JUST SEEMS TO REALLY LOVE MAKING HIS FRIENDS LAUGH I’M GONNA CRY

WHEEZING

OH OKAY

COWARDLY

IS THAT WHAT WE’RE CALLING SANITY THESE DAYS- /J /J

AWWW BIG BRAVADO BUNCH

again have you met a group full of 20 year old bros agreeing to do something ridiculous? yeah, the more of them there are the less braincells there will be and that is the vibe BGA;LKWMEFW THEY’RE JUST HYPING EACH OTHER UP PLS GBSDL;KFMAWEF  THIS IS SUCH A BAD THING TO HYPE UP BUT YOU KNOW WHAT GO OFF MY GUYS BGSD;FLKMWE

HMHM

AN UNEXPECTED TURN NGL

LION LAD HUH

BIG??

DBK SIR I THOUGHT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF THAT MAN IS WAY SMALLER THAN YOUGBFG;ALKMFWE

the animation on DBK there tho 10/10

OH BRUH THEY ALL HYPING OVERTHROWING HEAVEN FR HUH??

INTERESTING APPROACH MONKIE KID, INTERESTING APPROACH

oh that voice actor tho

SHUT UUUUUP

SHUT UP WHAT IS THAT SPEECH

WHY IS HE LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT

FIRST OF ALL

I DON’T TRUST LIKE THAT

NO OFFENCE BUT ANYONE WHO HYPES UP MONKEY KING SPICIFICALLY GIVING HIM CREDIT LIKE THAT IS AUTOMATICALLY SUS IN MY EEYS BECAUSE NOBODY DOES THAT SO WHAT DOES HE WANT AND DOES HE JSUT WANT WUKONG TO TAKE THE FALL AND BE AT THE HEALM SO HE GETS THE BRUNT OF THE CONSEQUENCES

I’M SORRYYY I’M SUS OF THIS MAAAAN

THIS FEELS LIKE WHEN MACAQUE FIRST SHOWED UP

I’M SORRY IF I’M WRONG SIR YOU SEEM TOO BASHFUL AND GNEUINE TO BE TRUE

SUS

S U S

SUUUUUUSSSS

NOTHIGN BUT SUS

THIS MAN’S VIBES ARE OFF

HE SUS

I’VE WATCHED TOO MANY THINGS TO TRUST THIS LIEK THAT

I CAN’T EVEN CRY OVER THE FACT HE’S HYPING UP EVERYONE INTO SUPPORTING MONKEY KING LIKE THAT BECAUSE I’M TOO BUSY BEING SUSPICIOUS OF HIM PLSSSSS

them teef tho 10/10

THE IMMEDEATE AGREEMENT UHUH HOW HAPPY SWK LOOKS

I’M TELLING YOU GUYS THE LIONS SUS EVERYONE’S LAUGHING AND HIS EYES ARE ALL SHADOWED, HE’S AT THE END OF THE TABLE THAT LOOSK LIEK THERE’S LESS LIGHT I’M TELLING YOU MAN ITS HIM HE’S THE BAD GUY HERE I’MGBSD;LKFMAWEF

if i’m wrong dear lion i am so sorryHGSJDFKJL

HE SEEMS LIEK THE GUY TO HYPE BAD IDEAS AND PUT OTHER PEOPLE IN THE FRONT TELLING IT LIKE GIVING HTEM CREDIT WHEN IT’S REALLY TO SAVE HIS OWN SKIN AND MAKE OTHERS TAKE THE CONSEQUENCES

SU S

MACAQUE LOOKING SO ANNOYED BY THIS ANGY MONKEY MOMENT >:(

AND WUKONG NOTICING AND GOING DONT’ WORRY ABBOOUTTTT ITTTTTT

BUD

CALLED EM BUD EVEN BACK THEN

YOU KNOW THIS EXPLAINS MACAQUE’S SUPER MOCKING “BUD” WHEN WUKONG SHOWS UP TO SAVE MK IN THE MACAQUE EPISODE IT SURE DOES HIT HECK I’M GONN AHAVE TO GO BACK AND RE-WATCH ALL MACAQUE’S EPISODES AGAIN BECAUSE I GET THE FEELING STUFF WILL HIT HARDER AFTER THIS SEASON  

INHALES

WUKONG FR

BRUH FR

LIKE WE ALWAYS WANTED WHY AM I TAKING EMOTINAL DAMAGE FROM THIS

MACAQUES FACE

HE FR WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO DO JUST THAT

JUST CHILL AND VIBE WITH HIS FRIEND

SHAKES EVERYOEN AT THE TABLE

SCREAMS

WHATEVER YOU SAY WUKONG

dang tho the lion is actually pretty big i can see it in this last shot here Wukong and mac be TINY

THEY MONKEY UR HONOUR

HECK OKAY

WE’RE THREE MINUTES IN PLS BGS,;FKMAWEF

I’M GONNA BE HERE FOR SO LONG AREN’T I HECK BGSDKL;FME

NGL MAYBE BECAUSE I JUST MET THE OTHER THREE, BUT THE TRIO I CARE ABOTU THE MOST IS JUST MAC DBK AND WUKONG AND IF I HAD TO PICK A DUO I CARED ABOUT MOST I KNOW WE JUST GOT SOME INSANE WUKONG AND MACAQUE BUDS MOMENT BUT DBK AND WUKONG BRO-SHIP IS EVERYTHIGN TO ME RN Dbk edgy teen supporting his bro talking back to the principle fr bGL;KWMFEOWM

AA I’M JUST

SHAKES YOU

THEM

AAAAAA

THE WHOLE GROUP

THEYR’E SO

THEY ARE SO

ELEPHENT GUY’S VIBES ARE OKAY

BIRD IS… NOT THE BEST VIBES BUT LION IS BY FAR THE MOST SUS

ALL HE’S SAID IS THAT

AND OTHER THAN THAT HE’S JSUT SITTING THERE RESERVED

SUS

MEGA SUS

FR I’M CALLING IT NOW HE’S THE SEASONS VILLIAN

IF THAT’S HOW THIS WORKS

IF I’M WRONG I WILL GLADLY ACCPET IT

oh man the transition to

broken chairs

nobody even came to clean it up or take it away ;-;

SCREAAAMS

TAAAANGGGGG

TANG BUDDY

MAH MAN

MY DUDE

MATE

THE DRAMATIC MUSIC RIGHT MONKEY KING HAS BEEN DRAGGED INTO THE ABYSS OF INK AND YES GBSDF;LKMAW;EOF

dbk looking fly as always so true

THE SPLASHING INK ON THE BGSD;KLFMAWEF

YEAH

THEY LOOK HORRIFYING INK

SOMETHING ABOUT NEZHA AS INK SPICIFICALLY IS DESTROYING ME

I’m sorry I’d like to shake the hand of whoever drew Mei in this frame here 3:24 she’s gorgeous

You guys

you guys

I love

the whole crew

sm

hyping Tang i love them

Tang glowing oh so v proud about his powers AS YOU SHOUDL BE OLD MAN YOU’RE DOING AMAZING

but guys

PIGSY

PIGSY ABSOLUTE BELOVED

THE ULTIMATE DAD OF ALL TIME

ch

CHEEKY LI’LL ADVENTURE

YEAH AHAHA

TOTALLY KID

TOTALLY

YES

TAHT’LL BE

WHAT THIS IS :’D I CAN ALREADY TELL  |;A;/ (oh this is gonna devastate me oh maaaan)

MK

TRYING DESPERATELY TO REMAIN POSITIVE

LAD

MY DEAR LAD

MY DEAR DEAR DEAREST WONDERFUL LAD

YOU NEED THERAPY SO BADLY

SHORT SPRINT

THE

SWEAT AND THE HANDS IN POCKETS AND LINES AT THE EDGE OF HIS EYES, EYEBAGS,  SIR IS

NOT OKAY

YA’LL PLS HE’S NOT OKAY

MAN

its the way mei comes over and then pulls him to look away from the crew so its just the two of them and less pressure on him and AAAAA SHE’S CHECKING IN SO MUCH THIS SEASON TO ASK HIM IF HE’S OKAY

I MEAN WE’RE ONLY TWO EPISODES IN AND SHE’S ASKED IN BOTH OF THEM

MK PLS

SHE’S WORRIED ABOUT YOUUUUUUU |;A;/

“YUP”

NO YOU AREN’T LAD BG;LSDKMFAWOEF

AND MEI KNOS IT TOO

MAN THAT SPEED

OH HOW WE’LL LAUGH

PIGSY

GET YOUR SON THERAPY

I BEG OF YOU

YEAH YOU KNOW SOMETHINGS UP

WHERE’D THE INK DEMONS GO

DANG IT I NEED TO FOCUS MORE ON THE PLOT I’M SO BUSY SCREAMING ABOUT THE CHARACTERS I KEEP FORGETTING ABOUT THE PLOT I WANT MY MONKEY BACK

MEI YOU’RE SO RIGHT HOARDER

NOT AGAINGBS;LKFMAW;FEOIMAFAAHG;AKWLEMF

AHBGBSDF;KAMNGOIEHG;OIAWFABWFAW;FMNAW;FGMA;WGBAWFM;AWKEMFA;OIWEFNM

H

HAGNNGBNGMKSDF

HANG ON

HANG ONGSFFNAWL;KEMFAW

FR

FRBGS;KLM;AGOANMWE F

F R

I’M

PLS

PLS YOUI DON’T UNDERSTAND I ACTUALLY STARTED LAUGHIGN PLS BGSLKFME

THEY ACTUALLY

I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT

HE OPENED IT THBGBSDKFMWE

BACK UP

MK MIRRORING MONKEY KING

SANDY MIRORRING MK

PLS

INKS COMING BACK OUT

WELL, RIP

LETS SEE WHAT HAPPENS

you know it’d be comical if it just got sucked back in instantly and nothing happened

I doubt that’ll be it but i’m just saying it’d be funny comedy haha moment bG;LKAMWEF because it already got monkey king so

ANWYAY MAYBE WE’LL LOSE SANDY TOO HECK WAIT ARE WE LOSING SANDY HOLD UP

JUST THROWS TANG

HELPGNSDLKAMSD

THEY’RE GIVING THEM TEETH INDIVIDIUAL TEETH SO MUCH IN THIS SEASON PLS BGS;LKDFMA;WEF

I’M LOSING IT OVER THIS EXPRESSION

nice hair tho Tang

GIVE US OUR MYSTIC MONKEY BACK

DARN RIGHT

ILY TANG

MR. TANG

GIME A MINTUBEKGMS;KFMWE

TRIPITAKA

|;A;/

PIGSY’S FACE

OH THEY LOSE

THE PARENTALS

SCREAMS

SCREAMS SCREAMS

OH ITS THE

CREWGBS;DLKFMAWE

AAAAAA

YOU GUYS IU’MS SCREMAGINSDF

I’M SCREAMING

something about knowing all those echoing words and the people looming over them is from Wukongs memories possibly that’s

that’s something alright

THE GROUP GETTING SNATCHED BY THEMSELVES THO THAT’S SOMETHING

MEI SNATCHED BY MK

I HEARD THE WORD “WEAK” THIS TIME AND HEARD NOTHIGN ELSE

it would be interesting if it switched to theirs tho i’M SORRY I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ANYMORE I’M JUST SCREAMINGSDFLKMWEF

ARE THEY GONNA GO INTO THE SCROLL LATER AND THE PARENTALS ARE ALL LIKE, THE PAST VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES AND THEY HAVE TO TRIGGER MEMORIES TO GET THEM BACK OR ARE THEY GOING OT BE HAGNGING OUT WITHTHEIR PAST SELVES EITHER WAY I WILL CRY

NOOOOOOOOOOO

MK

TRUAMA

MK SO TRUAMA

MK IS

SO TRUAMA

JUST LOS TALL HIS MENTORS AND PARENTALS IN A DAY AND HE IS NOT OKAGSA;DLKFMAW;EFWAF

SCREAMSNGSA;LKFM

HANGNGNSDF

HANG ON

HANG ON I NEED A SECOND I NEED A SECON DI NENGNDLKFMDF

I NEED

A SECOND I CAN BARELY TYPE GIMME A MINUTE SHUT THE HECK UP

LION

THAT MAN IS HUGE

I LITERALLY PAUSED ON WHEN HE’S WAKLING PAST MK SIR’S MASSIVE THE HECK

WHY’S HE SO B I G  

i mean i know DBK is bigger but somehow this lion guy just feels huge

I’M FEELING FOR MK THO LIKE DANG

ALSO THIS LION GUY IS SUS AS HECK WHAT’S HE DOING HERE

I KNOW HE JUST SAVED THEM BUT I DON’T TRUST LIKE THAT

THE CAPE

SLITS IN THE SHOES FOR CLAWS PROBABLY

LOOK AT THEM PAWS

i can tell the fandom has probably been normal about this guy

yeah okay sunshine i wouldn’t trust you with a roll of toilet paper

FAIR THO MEI THAT IS B I G SWORD

I WANT THATBGSDFKL;MAO;WIEF

MEI PLS

THIS SEASON SEEMS TO WANT TO DO REALLY DETAILED EYES AND TEETH HUHGL;SDKFAWE

HUH

HUH

OKAY SO

HMHMHM

IS IT

HECK

WHAT IS IT

WHAT DOES IT MEEEAAANNN

DO THYE SEE WHO WOULD HURT THE MOST??

ARE THEY SAYING THINGS THEY SAID TO WUKONG OR DO THEY SAY STUFF THAT WAS SAID TO THE PERSON THEY’RE LUNGING FOR Y’KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

WUKONG WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS IN YOUR HOUSE

IS THE LIONS FACE JUST THAT BECAUSE THOSE ARE HIS BROS??

GENUINELY I DON’T TRUST THIS DUDE I KNOW HE LOOKS A LITTLE CRUSHED BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HOOOOO

NAW THO LETS FREAKING GO??

THAT VIBE???

SWORD SWISHING???

SWINGING??

CALM?? AYO??? SIR??

THAT’S NICE

WOW SEEMS LIKE

YOU KNOW WHAT’S UP

SUS

HELP

HELPGNSD;LFMKAWEF

PLS

I’MGNSDLKFMSD

CHOKINGNSLDKMS

THEY JUST

HELPGNSDKFMAWOEF

YOU KNOW WHAT FAIR EVERYBODY NEW SEEMS TO ATTACK THEM

VERY FAIR

THEY JUST START KICKING HIM IN THE BACK PLS BGS;LKFMAW;OEIFM

HE JUST SAVED YOU GUYSGBSD;FLKAMEW F

THEY ARE SO VALID THO PLSGB;SLDKMF

“NO YOU HAND OVER THE SCROLL” as he’s pointing with the scroll

“we’ve got the scroll”

YOUR HONOUR

I ADORE THEM

WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL

NOW FREE OUR FRIENDS AND WE WON’T HAVE TO GET P H Y S I C A L

PLS BG;LSDKMFAO;WEF

THEY MEAN EVERYTHIGN TO ME BGS;LKFAMWEF

PLS GS;FSAJDFL

“you expect me to believe”

“YUPWE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS FRIEND NAPPER IS” LOOKING SO PROUD ABOUT IT PLS BGSD;KFMA;WEF

SIX MINUTES AND THIRTY SECONDS IN I’VE BEEN HERE FOR AN HOUR ALREADGSD;LFKAMWEF WE’RE ONLY HALF DONE HECKGNLD;KFMWE

i love them

HECKING

SUS

KICK HIM

SCREAMS

WHY DO YOU KNOW THEM

FIGHT ME

HE SEEMS FRIENDLY BUT I DON’T TRUST HIIM

I LIKE HIM THO

THIS IS LIKE MACAQUE ALL OVER AGAIN CHARISMA AND RANCID VIBES

PLS

THE DRAMA

THE INTRO

YEAH BUDDY THEY DON’T KNOW YOUGBSDF;LKAMSDF

voice actor doing amazing

THE UDNERWORLD

I KNEW IT

WHEEZINGNS;DLKFMWE

YOU MIGHT HAVE

HEARD OF DBK

SOBS LOUDLY GOT A HABIT OF KEEPING PEOPLE ARMS LENGTH

YEAH SO HIM LAUGING AND DANCING ON THE TABLE AND MAKING HIS BROS LAUGH WAS ARMS LENGTH  HUH

S U S

I DON’T TRUST LIKE THAT

MISTAKES WERE MADE WE WERE YOUNG

SIR I WOULDN’T TRUST YOU WITH MY DEODORANT LET ALONE THESE KIDS YOU’RE NOTHING BUT SUS

PLS

GRABS HIS FREAKING MANE AND PULLS HIM THE HECK DOWNGBS;LDFKMAWE

MEI PLS YOU JUST MET THIS MAN

SHE HAS NO CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE I ADORE HER

SWORN UNCLE

MEI I’M NOT SURE

IT WORKS LIKE THAT

WELL I MEAN IT KINDA DOES

WHAT I MEAN IS IT DOES SORTA WORK LIKE THAT BUT ALSO USED TO IS A THING HTAT WAS SAID AND ALSO HE’S SUS AND YOU JUST MET PLEEEAAASEEEE

h

hey mei you know that

monkey king’s not

actually my dad right

PLS

PLS I’M BGL;SKDFMAWEF

SO

I’M

THAT LINE IS ACTUALLY

THROWING ME INTO THE WALL

PLS

MEI ASSIGNED MONEKY KING MK’S DAD FR

SO TRUE GIRL

DW MK WE ALL KNWO IT’S TRUE YOU’VE GOT FATHER FIGURES TO SPARE

SENTIMENTAL AHA

AHA

CALLED IT

MEMORIES OF JOURNEY TO THE WEST, SPICIFICALLY HIS MEMORIES I CALLED IT I MOTHERFREAKING CALLED IT YOU HEARD IT HERE

YEEAAHHHHBOIIIIIIIIIIII

MK’S STOKED

UDNERSTANDABLE

AAAAAAA

YEAH

INTERESTING

A H ??

OH

AHA

YEAH?

Y

YOU DON’T SAY

YOU DON’T SAY

SCROLL TO IMPRISOIN WICKED SOULS IN THEIR PAST MISTAKES LIVING THEM OVER AND OVER AGAIN HUH

YOU DON’T SAY

sO WHO’S ALL IN THERE HUH

I MEAN OBV OUR CREW

BUT DANG

WHY WOULD YOU MAKE A SCROLL LIKE THAT

WAILS

WAILS LOUDLY

too LATE

FISTFIGHT ME

WE’D RISK IT FOR SURE

SO FREAKING TRUE

THAT’S CAP

CAP

CALLING CAP

MEANT EVERYHTING

I’M CALLING CAP

YOU’RE FULL OF CRAP

if not dang that’s p normal of you sir- *GETS HIT BY A CHAIR*

LOOK IF HE’S GENUINE I JUST THINK BROS ARE COOL AND DEDICATED FRIENDS ARE NEAT AND MAYBE QPR’S ARE FIRE, IF HE’S THE JERK I THINK HE IS I TAKE IT BACK BUT I’M JUST SAYING IT MIGHT BE NEAT TO THINK ABOUT GIVEN HOW HE WAS LOOKING AT MONKEY KING IN THE FLASHBACK him and macaque my gosh pull yourselves together, its okay everybody’s a little in love with monkey king platonically and otherwise likely pats pats //J /J /J …/hj I’M KIDDIIINGGGGGGGBGSD;FKMAWEOIFM

MOVING ON

OKAY LOOK MAN HE’S SUS

IF HE’S GENUYINE I WILL RE-WATCH THIS AND CRY BECAUSE THAT’S ALL I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT MONKEY KING BUT THAT’S WHY I’M SO SUS BECAUSE NOBODY SAAAAYYSS THAAAAAAAT NOBDOY NOT ANYONE SO IF YOU ARE IT’S HECKA SUSSSSSSS

I DON’T KNWO WHY HE’S HELPING THEM BUT HE’S HECKA SUSSSS maybe he’s genuine and just shows a selfish side later and blames everybody else for his problems *COUGHS MACAQUE* /j /j i love macaque he’s doing amazing sir really was buddies with monkey king ;-;7

BIG BANG BOOM

sCREEEAAMSSSSS

HYPE MUSIC

HOLY THIS MUSIC

SUS

NO TRUST

KICKS YOU

SUPPORTIVE BFF HAND HOLD

UNCY LION

THAT FELT LIKE A YOU CAN DO ANYTHING MONKEY KING SPEECH PLS BGSD;LFMKAOWE

I DON’T TRUST THIS MAAAAAAAN

WELP THEY’RE IN

HERE WE GO

HECK

AAAA AAAAAA

OH MY GODS HERE WE GO

CHILLS

CHILLS CHILSL\SLSDKFNAN;IOEFMA;WEF;IOAMFSLKFM A

AHAAAAA AAAAA

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

SCREAMS

OH MAN

THAT TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR AND A HALF TO GET THROUGH AND NI HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO REGRETS THERE WAS SO MUCH I HAVEN’T EVEN PROCESSED YET LION IS SO SUS, BUT ALSO I WANT SO DESPERATELY FOR HIM TO BE GENUINE AND MK GETS ANOTHER FREE PARENTAL UNCLE FIGURE HE CAN HIGH FIVE SANDY PLS IF MONKEY KING COULD HAVE A SUPPORTIVE BRO AGAIN I’D CRY BUT I DON’T TRUST HIIIIMMMMMMMMM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Mei and Mk’s friendship continues to mean everything to me I adore them i want them to be happy, Mk is NOT okay, and Mei won’t push but keeps checking in and supporting and MK KEEPS TAKING EVERYTHING ON HIMSELF AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

why make a scroll that can take over everything just to punish some people y’know? seems like a p stupid move ngl smh

okay well, that was fun, I can… tell this season is going to be the death of me i am

oh boy am i gonna be destroyed this already is just M A N, LIKE HECK

alright, well, thanks for dropping by, good to have you here, tune in next week when i scream about the next episode for another hour as I slowly pause and unpause and make my way through it and scream more about bro’s and friends and PIGSY I MISS YOUUUU MONKEY KIIINGGGG  PUNISH BY TRAPPING THEM IN A LOOP OF THEIR OWN PAST MEMORIES OF THEIR MISTAKES YEAH OKAY MONKEY KING HAS A LOT OF THOSE I’M SURE HE’LL BE FINE I WANT HIM TO BE FINE BUT I ALSO HOPE HE COMES OUT OF IT NOT AT ALL OKAY DESPERATELY WANT TO SEE THAT SOLEY SO HE CAN GET SOME COMFORT SCREEAAAMSS

gotta wonder if the scroll is like, Mk and Mei know they’re in a new place, do the others? and since it’s jttw scroll the crew is probably imprisioned in their jttw memories spicifically. it wasn’t super truamtic to switch to new place ngl seemed p cool and chill all things considered SO I’M GONNA ASSUME NOBODY ACTUALLY KONWS THEY’RE IN THEIR MEMORIES AND THEY JSUT THINK THEY’RE LIVING WHAT HORRORS ARE THEY ALL GOING THROUGH OR WILL THEY BE SIMPLY COMEDY MAYBE THEY’LL GET PIGSY ABCK BY SHOWING HIM HIS LOVE OF COOKING? HECK IF I KNOW I WANT DADSY BACK SO BAD I WANT MONKEY AND TANG AND SANDY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

okay i’m normal good day see you next week for another one of these thanks for reading till the end you’re just as insane as I am KNOX OUUUUUT

[thelampisaflashlight]

This Temple

[Mountain reflects on the past, and Dew sees dead people. No, like, really.] Below the cut.

The abbey's library had not always been a quiet, introspective place of learning, no.

Indeed, some centuries ago, before the church made its home there, Mountain had seen, personally, the state of the building at the time... and it was far from the pretty, ornate temple of knowledge it was today.

He can recall the day one of the monks who summoned him dragged him here.

Showed him the stains on the earth where blood penetrated the very stone beneath their feet, and asked him, half mad with guilt and shame, if he could erase it.

The answer then, and still, was no.

He could pull the iron from the rock, but he could never cleanse the darkness that cultivated itself within.

And Mountain had watched.

Given a solemn vigil.

As the monk painstakingly carved and crafted the ornate carvings on the walls out of hearty wood, and knelt on the stone, arranging tile after tile to make the intricate mosaic that decorates the floor to this day.

Worn in places where people roamed, unaware of the sins hidden just inches below their feet.

But Mountain can feel it intimately, like a whisper against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine every time he steps through the threshold.

He avoids the library for the most part because of it, but sometimes it's unavoidable.

Bowing his head to step through the doorway -his horns would brush the transom if he did not- Mountain's gaze sweeps across the room, searching high and low.

And then he sees him.

Sat in a plush armchair, head bowed over a yellowed copy of Dracula, is Dew.

His cheek is resting in his hand while he reads, clever eyes moving subtly across the page, never looking away or acknowledging the giant standing in the doorway.

It may seem strange to find the ghoul there, fire and libraries don't mix well, but Dew had vowed long ago, sworn up and down like his very life depended on it, that he would never destroy this place.

But, then again, it also makes perfect sense that this room would be made his temple.

Fire, across many cultures and beliefs, represents wisdom and knowledge, and, above all else, passion.

And Dew was quite passionate about his books.

He was a voracious sort, and reading sustained and occupied him better than anything else the human world had to offer.

The church lucked out in that sense, Mountain supposes, having seen the destruction and chaos an under-stimulated ghoul could cause.

His approach is careful, but the floor creaks beneath him regardless.

Dew lifts his head, groaning slightly as he feels the ache in his neck and shoulders from being folded in place for what was undoubtedly hours now.

Mountain gives an amused hum as the ghoul yawns and stretches, watching his tail snake between the pages of his book to keep his place.

"Need something?" he asks, sitting up straight.

"Mn, I was just wondering where you were." Mountain says, leaning against a nearby reading desk, "I hadn't seen you all day, so I was curious."

Dew sets his book aside, "You don't come in here that often."

Mountain nods, "Not my... aesthetic, I guess. A bit stuffy for my tastes."

"People might argue you belong in here more than I do." Dew inhales softly, relaxing back in his chair, he's more relaxed than Mountain has seen him in quite some time.

"You seen rather at home here yourself." Mountain comments, "I don't get how you can be so comfortable in a place like this..."

Dew leans his head back, closing his eyes.

"It's quite easy once you get used to all of the noise." he remarks, making Mountain give pause and listen for a moment before he hears Dew's gentle laughter filling his ears.

"I'm kidding, of course... This place is surprisingly quiet for what it is..." he sighs, stretching once more like a lazy cat before standing, picking his book up off the side table he'd placed it on and motioning for Mountain to follow him.

"What it used to be anyway."

Trailing after him, Mountain wonders aloud, "How much do you know about the abbey's history, the library's?"

Dew looks back at him as they step out into the hallway, "Do you know where I go when I'm dreaming?"

Mountain stills.

"When you're dreaming?"

Dew nods, "When I sit up in the middle of the night and leave my side of the room... do you know where I go?"

When Mountain doesn't immediately answer, Dew gestures behind them, the implications obvious.

"Why?"

"I see them, Mounty." he says, carrying on down the hallway, "Like they're still here."

"...The monks?" Mountain asks, his mouth feeling a little dry.

"The nuns."

Ah.

Another dark part of the abbey's history.

One Mountain was not personally there to witness, but was nonetheless aware of.

Dew traces his fingers along the wooden molding along the wall.

"I follow them around, like I'm the ghost and they're alive." he whispers, "I talk to them, and they acknowledge me and smile, and it's weird."

"Dreams tend to be a little weird, Honeydew." Mountain reassures him, settling a large hand on his shoulder.

Dew looks up at him, "Mn. I guess, but you want to know the weirdest part?"

Mountain squeezes his shoulder gently.

"When I come here when I'm awake, it's like I'm surrounded by them." he says, "Like I am expected, like they want me there. Like I'm supposed to be there, like it's 'our' place."

"...I don't really get it." Dew adds, "But when Omega brought me here the first time, it just made sense."

"I suppose there are stranger places to feel welcome." Mountain says, at a bit of a loss.

"True enough."

The walk back to the dorms is a quiet one, but as soon as the door to the common room swings open, the mood shifts and Dew seems to visibly change.

From contemplative and withdrawn to bright and chaotic with a swiftness that almost gives Mountain whiplash to see.

He's so out of it in that moment that he forgets to lower his head and-

THUNK.

"Motherfucker-"

Dew laughs watching Mountain rub the base of his horns, "Forget to duck, big guy?"

"At least I can reach the top of the door frame." he quips, making Dew hiss.

"Rude!"

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

Love Bites: Chapter 4

Series Masterlist

Wednesday soon rolled around and Y/N couldn’t help the giddiness that overcame her as she went back to the studio. She had no idea what the boys had in store for this video but she was excited to find out. She was also excited to see Joe again. She knew that she shouldn’t be and that she had a boyfriend waiting for her at home. However, a part of her was wanting to pretend something could happen between them and how different things would be if only she wasn’t with Doug. 

As Y/N arrived, the receptionist from before let her straight through. The smile that crept onto her face was soon reciprocated when the band spotted her immediately. As she walked up to them, they all greeted her with a hug. Joe did so reluctantly, knowing that there was a chance that he wouldn’t be able to let go of her again. Luckily he had the strength to, but he felt himself shaking slightly. Joe had no idea how this woman had managed to make him feel this way in only one week. But she had. And he now had to face the consequences of it.

“It’s good to see you again Y/N.” Sav smiled at her after his lead singer let go.

“You too. Sorry about leaving so suddenly on Saturday night, Doug was tired.” Y/N excused her boyfriend. She wasn’t sure as to why she apologised for him, but she thought it was only polite to.

“No worries love.” Steve smiled at her. Y/N nodded her head and all the group could tell that there was something she wasn’t telling them.

Noticing the silence, Y/N decided to break it. “Happy Birthday Phil.” She grinned at the guitarist.

“Thank you darlin’” Phil smirked at her before they were all called to start.

*

They got on with filming the music video. Y/N’s main part was to be tied to a tree. She was to hang her head down and turn it from side to side but not look at the band. Y/N found that to be the hardest section of the video. The urge to lift her head and watch Joe nearly overwhelmed her but she managed to contain herself, not wanting to ruin the shot for the lads.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position to be stuck in but Y/N was grateful that she wasn’t back in a cage with women that she didn't know. She appreciated the directors' need to get her shot done quickly so that they could unchain her. During Phil’s guitar solo, her handcuffs would come undone and she could lower her arms. They were not tight on her wrists but she was thankful nonetheless that she had her arms back. 

After that section was done, Y/N was moved to sit down at a chess table with none other than Peter Mensch dressed as a monk. It didn’t take long to shoot the scene of the two of them playing chess, something Y/N was thankful for as she did not know how to play.

“Okay let’s have lunch.” The director yelled. Y/N stood up and walked over to where the band was gathered. They all greeted her again, commenting on how good she looked during the video. 

“So where are we heading for lunch?” Sav asked as the group moved towards the exit. ”Same place as last time?”

“Sure, you coming Y/N?” Rick asked the girl.

“Can do.” She smiled at the drummer as they all went to the little cafe that they went to last week. All the boys found it highly amusing that Y/N had to keep her makeup on in public due to the fact that they still had segments of the video to film.

They all made their way down the street to that little cafe that they visited before. Sitting down at a table, the light chatter filled the air as they all decided on what they wanted. Sav and Y/N going up to order for the group.

“So how’s Doug?” Sav asked as they waited to order their food.

“He’s uh fine.” Y/N told him, trying to sound confident but failing to do so.

“Really? Look I know that it’s none of my business, but we are all going to be spending a lot of time together over the next few months and I want you to know that you can talk to me okay?” He told her sincerely. The glint in his blue eyes told Y/N that he knew a lot more than what he was letting on.

“Okay.” She gave him a small smile before her attention was taken away by the server.

The two ordered for everyone before going over to sit down and wait for it to be ready. Y/N couldn’t help but notice that Joe was being rather quiet. Granted she didn’t know him all that well yet but last week he had presented himself as outgoing and friendly. Today however, he looked almost glum. No matter how much the rest of the group tried to involve him in the conversation, they only gave one or two worded answers in return. 

*

They got back to carry on filming. Y/N had her makeup touched up again as they prepared to film the middle part of the video. Joe would be holding a sword as he walked down the path set out for him with Y/N standing behind him. Again this section didn’t take long to film and Y/N was done for the day. She was watching them all as she removed her makeup and tried to tame her hair a little bit, knowing that with all the hairspray, not much could be done until she washed it out. 

It came to the end of the day and she said goodbye to all the lads, knowing that she wouldn’t see them again until the tour started in two months. Each of them gave her a hug as the said bye, all telling her that they couldn’t wait for the tour.  She returned the sentiment before making her way out of the building, feeling down that she wouldn’t be in their company again for two months.

She soon made her way to Doug’s car and got in silently.

“You took a while again today.” Was the first thing he said to her as she got in the car.

“I told you last week that I don’t know how long the videos are going to take.”

“Even so. I’ve been waiting ages.” 

Y/N just rolled her eyes at him, not bothering to respond, knowing that he just wanted another argument.

“I’m serious Y/N, how do I know what you are doing in there with all those men.”

“What do you mean? You know exactly what we are doing. We are shooting a video. It’s not just me and the band you know. There are loads of people there.” She told him.

“I just find it weird how my girlfriend wants to spend so much time with other men rather than her own boyfriend.”

“I spend so much time with you Doug. Whenever you are not at work you are with me. Whether that be at home, or rehearsals or waiting in the bloody car for me.” Y/N could feel the tempers rising in the small car. 

“When’s the tour?” Doug changed the subject slightly.

“February.”

“So it’ll be you with those men again?”

“Yes, as well as Tammy, Johnny and Benji.”

“Do you have to go?”

“What?”

“You heard me Y/N. Do you have to go on tour with them?”

“Yes Doug this is huge for the band. Why wouldn’t I go?”

“I just don’t trust those rockstars.”

“It doesn’t matter. You should trust me.” Y/N tried not to shout knowing that it would only make matters worse.

“I should go with you.”

🤍🤍🤍

[pluviophile-imagines]

one of the most annoying habits tomura has with video games, you think, is that he believes he can bull his way through. it comes out in droves at times like these—trying to solve a puzzle by attempting the same thing over and over again.

it’s the noise that’s setting you off, really. he’s gone through the motions what must be fifteen separate times now, attempting to connect an electric circuit using a metal cube which activates a door only so long as the current flows through. you’d turned to your phone after the first two tries, though you’re not foolish enough to rise from where you’re leaning against him in favor of settling into his bed.

not that it’d help with having to listen to the same pattern of sounds over and over.

you set down your phone to look at the screen, pushing down how the repetitive noise sets your teeth on edge as you watch the metal cube drop back into the water. next to you, tomura grunts.

he makes another attempt. finally you have visuals to match the sounds: the magnesis ray going off, the cube placed precariously on a horizontal poll, electricity surging through the circuit and link racing for the door only for the game’s physics to ruin it—the cube falls back down into the water below and the gate slams shut just before link can get through.

this time your boyfriend growls, certainly because you’re watching now and it still hasn’t worked. against your arm, his knee begins to shake with a frantic, annoyed rhythm.

you reach out to pluck a cheese puff from the bowl resting before you. “you tried cryonis?”

his knee freezes. you watch, increasingly more amused as he creates a pillar of ice to platform the cube and keep the doors open until you’re biting your lip to hold back your laughter and he’s maneuvering link through the wide open gate.

once he’s through he’s glaring down at you.

“you cheated.”

“what?”

“you looked it up,” he rasps out, indignation and what you think might be betrayal laced in the accusation.

“i did not!” you sit up and fix him with a pout. “i would never.”

“how’d you know, then?”

“why else would there be water there?”

he ponders on that for a moment, just long enough for you to ease up and crawl into his lap, pressing a placating kiss to his jaw.

“fine,” he relents. “maybe you’re just smart.”

“maybe we just make a great team,” you correct, twisting around in your new spot to watch him end a spider-like robot (guardian, you correct mentally, because if you call them robots one more time you think he might refuse to play with you again) impressively quickly.

“yeah.” there’s a pressure against your temple; a returning kiss, lingering, heavy with affection just like his voice as he approaches the mummified monk to receive his prize. “we do.”