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officialinuyasha · 3 years

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InuYasha Wide Edition #6 - Miroku

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Translated by @marusamaa-tradus

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The wandering monk who trained at a temple

He inherited an outstanding spiritual powers since his father and his grandfather were buddhist monks too. He grew up at Mushin’s temple, who was a friend of his father, and was trained in Buddhism and martial arts since he was little. Besides, his cruel fate made him stronger both physically and mentally. Thanks to that, apart from his wiseness and physical abilities, he obtained the power of purification, which allows him to defeat common demons. After leaving the temple, he wandered several places and lived purifying and exterminating the demons who were occupying the rich’s houses. Even as a vagabond, he’s ingenious and skillful, that’s why he never had problems living comfortably. His wiseness and his capacity to say evocative words were acquired during his buddhist training, and thanks to his generous way of speaking that reaches the audience’s heart, apart from facing demons, he also carried out characteristic jobs of a monk, such as the rituals for the deceased. He’s a monk with great experience despite his youthness.

Physical abilities acquired after training

Despite looking like a normal young man, the truth is he’s had an arduous training and possesses striking physical skills. He could perfectly ride Kagome’s bike despite being the first time he tried, something that InuYasha achieved after falling several times. Besides, after two days he could ride it at great speed. As a human, his physical skills are outstanding.

The eyesight that finds the evil

Miroku has sharp eyesight, something typical in a monk who’s trained a lot. He’s able to feel evilness and distinguish the sacred. Even though he’s a human, his senses are something that common humans don’t possess.

(page 2)

The warring katana that annihilates demons

Miroku’s fighting skills aren’t just the buddhist powers he has or the wind tunnel, which will be addressed later. He can intimidate and fight against demons using his staff. We think that Miroku, after having dealt with demons all alone by himself for many years, has resorted to physical strength several times. That’s why he’s used to using weapons and is able to face foes who can’t use buddhist powers without fear. The first time he faced Inuyasha, he stopped Tessaiga with his staff and their combat strength was almost matched. If we think about Inuyasha's strength and their physical differences, we can appreciate that he’s a very skilled fighter. In the same way, when he fought against Naraku, a quick movement with his staff could push him. Even if that wasn’t Naraku’s real body, he fought so well that he was able to cut one of Naraku’s hands. Miroku’s intelligence is remarkable, however, he has a high level in the art of combat which makes him a great fighter.

The tunnel in his right hand that sucks everything

Miroku’s most powerful weapon is his wind tunnel. It’s normally sealed with prayer beads. However, when he takes them off he can suck everything in his way. It has impressive power and can easily suck something as big as a horse and send it to another dimension. Its range is very wide, it once since made a demon that was very high that InuYasha couldn’t reach, to come closer. It’s a skill that’s very worthwhile for the group of InuYasha and it’s very useful when they have to defeat a great number of enemies at once. Along with the abilities of Tessaiga, it was very helpful during the last fight with Naraku. It seemingly is a perfect ability, but it has some weaknesses. If it absorbs too much evil power or poison, his body might get hurt.

Naraku took advantage of this weakness and sealed the wind tunnel using a big number of poisonous insects. Even if the tunnel is a great weapon, at the end it’s a curse created by Naraku and placed on Miroku’s grandfather when he fought Naraku. Miroku’s father inherited it and later Miroku did too. It is said that its sucking power increases as time goes by, until its bearer gets absorbed by it without leaving any trace. This curse only ends when Naraku is defeated.

(page 3)

A strong mind forged by a cruel destiny

A childhood where he was aware of his lifespan

As a child, Miroku saw how his father was sucked by his own wind tunnel. This scene marked him and he’s never forgotten it. He has to live keeping in mind his own death, facing a cruel destiny since he was a kid.

Time alone

Before joining Kagome’s group, he wandered around several places. As he had no idea about when his death would take place, he didn’t deeply relate to others and his only traveling companion was the demon raccoon. He just traveled to defeat his enemy, Naraku. Even after meeting Kagome’s group and joining them, at first he was unable to open his heart. There was a time when he didn’t share his problems with others and tried to solve them on his own, so he was in danger. Miroku’s soul, who hardly ever opens to others, went through a lonely childhood and adolescence. However, his outlook on life changes as he relates with his companions and receives emotional support from them.

Wiseness and decision-making power observe objectively the situation

As Miroku went through a buddhist training, he battled against many demons since his childhood, has wide knowledge and can make right decisions at crucial moments. In InuYasha’s group, where everyone is temperamental, his objective decisions have guided the group several times.

His opportunistic, false love

Maybe because he has his death in mind, every time he sees a woman he courts her and asks her to bear his children. This had been happening before joining Kagome’s group and the habit remains while traveling together, as he always talked lightly to women he met on their way. Apart from talking to them, sometimes he touches their butt. He’s a total womanizer.

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His courage to sacrifice himself

Miroku’s soul is strong. He doesn’t display the fear that the curse of the wind tunnel may inflict in him and acts with grace and energy. When his companions are in danger he doesn’t hesitate to use the tunnel, even if that means getting closer to his death. This way of fighting without worrying about sacrificing himself if the situation calls for it is not just great courage, it’s Miroku’s way of living.

The person who became his most important one without realizing it

Miroku’s lonely soul changes gradually as he travels with Kagome, Inuyasha and their companions. His heart, which was closed due to his cruel destiny, also opens gradually. His purpose in life was to chase after Naraku, who cursed him with the wind tunnel, but now he has another one: to protect his companions. For Miroku, who was all alone until then, his life was just for him. However, after meeting his companions he realizes his life is not just his. Besides, his love, which used to be recklessly directed to every woman, begins to be directed to one person in particular, who has eyes only for him. Miroku chooses to protect his dear ones instead of living distantly and always prepared for death. Miroku’s soul grows when he realizes what he really wants and what he has to protect.

(page 5 - interview with Rumiko Takahashi)

I wanted a buddhist monk character

Miroku was created when I thought of adding a male companion to InuYasha. I wanted a buddhist monk/priest, though I don’t think the monks from that time wore the same clothes as him. Originally, the clothes of sotoshu monks that look like dressing gowns seemed great to me and therefore I wanted him to wear them, but when I had to draw them I didn’t remember how they were… That’s why he’s wearing what he wears. When I drew him, he turned out to be different to sotoshu monks.

I always call him “houshi” and never “bouzo”. This is because the image that comes to my mind when I think about bouzo monks is shaved heads, and this doesn’t fit his image… that’s why I don’t call him “bouzo”. “Houshi” is more fitting. His hairstyle and image are like this because when I was drawing him, I saw an artist with that style on TV and I decided to use that design. I suppose that if he’s stylish, nowadays kids will also approve.

The wind tunnel that forged his character

If we mention Miroku, we immediately think of the wind tunnel. This idea came to me because there are many characters that take out things from their hands, but I had never seen a character that sucks things with his hands. I thought of carrying out the idea and so he remained. Miroku is defined by this wind tunnel. He’s also able to use houriki but he’s not so powerful when using it, and besides, his personality is defined by the curse. I think that’s the origin of his character. He saw his father die due to the curse and his relationship with Naraku is based on its existence. I created these backstories little by little, but thanks to the tunnel I could create Miroku naturally.

A very useful individual able to do all sort of things

First of all, Miroku is very useful as a character to explain things. He can also make jokes and be serious… He’s a very complete character. InuYasha is a serious person, though he doesn’t look like it, that’s why, in contrast, he can be an ingenious cheater to make up for what InuYasha lacks as a character. Miroku is a proud person who doesn’t want to show his weaknesses, and at the beginning there was a part of him that had given it all up, but after meeting Sango and Inuyasha’s group he starts to show interest in life. He changed. Miroku is a person who decided to accept the curse and learned the art of living.

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clandonnachaidh · 3 years

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Light Across The Seas That Severed (Ch3)

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Even after years of friendship, of seeing each other through some of the best and some of the hardest times of their lives, Jamie Fraser would still need to catch his breath at the sight of Claire Beauchamp when she really laughed. With her head thrown back, her whisky eyes would screw shut and she would run her long fingers into her beautiful hair in comedic exasperation.

If watching her laugh was a sight to behold, making her laugh was the best thing in the world.

They were sat across from each other surrounded by a pungent cloud of smoke, both of them situated on plush sofas of green leather that was cracked and worn from use. With each passing minute, Jamie felt like the sofa was beginning to swallow him. He made the mistake of voicing his concern to Claire.

She thought the whole thing was hilarious, obviously, and told him so before taking a bite out of the space cake that she had cut down the middle to share.

“Edibles are stronger, you’ll only need half anyway,” she had said in her matter of fact way that she had, taking charge of the situation from the minute they’d stepped foot in the coffee shop.

Jamie Fraser, being the good catholic boy that he was, had never been inside such a place and he certainly hadn’t experienced anything like the Red Light District that they had just walked through. Of course he had heard of Amsterdam’s relaxed laws when it came to sex work and drugs but seeing it first hand was something entirely different. When he caught sight of the first woman in the window, her long blonde hair tumbling around her bare shoulders, he felt the blush rise to the very tips of his ears as Claire just laughed and dragged him by the hand, deeper into the belly of the beast.

The plan had been for them to spend two days in the city before they said goodbye. Claire was following her heart (which took the shape of one Frank Randall, the same bastard who’d stood her up the night that Jamie and Claire had kissed for the first and only time) to Boston where she’d managed to get a placement in a surgical programme while Frank would teach at Harvard. It had taken everything in Jamie not to break when she told him, the smile that she had plastered on her face not quite reaching her eyes as she surveyed his reaction over her coffee cup. He had swallowed the rising panic in his throat and felt as it soured in his stomach but he managed to calm himself long enough to take a deep breath and tell her the truth — that he was proud of her and he would miss her. He would miss her so much.

Jamie knew that she was lying about not being able to book a more straightforward trip from London to Boston and he strongly suspected that she had orchestrated the two day layover in Amsterdam for the sole purpose of asking if he’d like to join her, a mini break that they both sorely needed after an arduous final year at university. He hadn’t even needed to think about it before he agreed and in the week leading up to it, he had struggled to think of anything but watching her as she wandered around the Rijksmuseum, oblivious to the art hanging on the walls when he had his own masterpiece right in front of him.

“I canna believe I’m in such a place wi’ ye, Sassenach, and for breakfast no less,” he said, hearing a laugh that didn’t sound quite like his own. Frowning at himself, he looked across at her as she chuckled kindly at him, her index finger dabbing a crumb from the corner of her mouth before popping it between her lips. The lips that he had tasted just once years ago in what had been agreed as a funny drunken lapse of judgment in a grubby old pub on the edge of their college campus.

“You just need to relax and you’ll enjoy it, I promise,” she said. It had been her idea to get high first thing in the morning and then spend the remainder of their final day together strolling around the museums and parks of the city, allowing themselves to get into the spirit of the place and cut loose for once.

He watched her waggling her eyebrows suggestively, looking to him like furry brown worms, “You seemed to enjoy the ladies outside well enough.”

He went bright red and tried to sit up straighter amongst the sofa cushions that were trying their best to swallow him, “Dinna be daft, ye ken I wouldnae pay a woman to do that sort of thing.”

“A lot of people pay for sex, Jamie, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Two consenting adults and all that.”

He had always known that Claire was a very liberal thinker and she spent a lot of time and energy educating herself on things to broaden her perspective of the world. Jamie admired her for it even if he did enjoy poking fun at her sometimes, just to watch the spark catch fire in her eyes as she told him precisely why he was wrong.

“Aye well, that’s all fine an’ weel but I winna be dealing wi’ it myself, thank ye.”

“Oh, live a little, Fraser. How long has it been since Annalise? Seven months?” She asked him directly as he made a very Scottish noise in the back of his throat in an attempt to dismiss the conversation about his ex-girlfriend.

“I’ll thank ye to leave her out of our weekend,” he warned her jokingly, delighting in the corner of her mouth quirking upwards in amusement. Before he knew it, the words were tumbling out of his mouth, “Besides, Lise and I, we never…”

He watched as Claire’s eyes almost burst from her skull as she leaned forward, her beautiful mouth gaping at his revelation. Why the hell had he told her that? They never spoke about the personal details of their respective relationships, it was the unspoken rule between them. Don’t ask, don’t tell. Jamie could think of nothing worse than sitting and listening to Claire regale him of her sexual exploits with the uptight historian. It also meant that Claire didn’t know exactly how much sex Jamie wasn’t having.

“Never?! You were together for a year!” The amazement in her voice was evident and Jamie flopped backwards in the sofa, raising his hands to his face. He cursed the effects of the marijuana that had relaxed him to the point where he was divulging information that he would usually keep behind his teeth.

“Never, okay?”

“Wow… okay… not sure what to do with that but okay,” she mirrored his body language, collapsing back onto her sofa and tucking her legs up underneath her. “So you’ve not had sex in what, just shy of two years? Good God, you must have the patience of a saint.”

“Something like that,” he mumbled into his palms, refusing to remove them for the fear of her gaze seeing the truth that he was trying desperately to keep hidden but that was on the tip of his very stoned tongue.

“Longer than two years?” He heard her whisper in disbelief.

“Try 24.”

They sat in silence for a few seconds before it became too much, he had to look at her to gauge her reaction to his honesty. He had expected her to laugh or to yell in surprise but he realised that she mostly just looked curious, like she was trying to figure out the answer to the puzzle that was sat opposite her.

“You’re a virgin?” He nodded in response and watched as her shoulders dropped slightly, smiling kindly at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because we dinna talk about things like this,” he sighed. He could see all the questions that were threatening to slip past her lips.

“Have you not wanted to? Because that’s okay, maybe you’re just not into the thought of-“

“Christ, no! No, I’m definitely into the thought of it,” he laughed. “From the age of thirteen to seventeen, I barely thought of anything else. Besides, I said I was a virgin, no’ a monk. I’ve done stuff.”

She laughed at that, “So why not? I’m sorry, you absolutely do not have to tell me but I- just… how? Why?”

“Was just waitin’ on the right woman,” he shrugged in an attempt to appear nonchalant about the whole thing. Whether she was buying it or not, he couldn’t tell but he was certain that if she listened hard enough, she could hear his heart beating out a rhythm in time with the syllables of her name.

Because that was the real truth, wasn’t it? That he had been waiting for her.

She didn’t say anything in response, just leaned to cut the remaining space cake in half again, offering the larger half to Jamie that he almost snatched from her, anything to distance himself from the conversation that they were having.

He was grateful when she left it at that, being able to intuit that he wasn’t comfortable with the line of questioning. That night, when the effects of their morning had worn off, they rented bikes and attempted to navigate the city like the locals did, getting horribly lost and ending up drinking a beer by the canal as the sun went down. Jamie watched as the rays painted her pale skin gold and the wind caught the folds of her sundress, settling the material delicately against her bonnie wee shins. It had been the perfect day and Jamie didn’t want it to end. But he knew that it had to.

In the morning, she was getting on a plane.

“Shall we head back, d’ye think? It’s been a long day,” he said quietly, pulling her out of the daydream that she was sat in. She turned to face him with a dreamy smile on her face as she nudged his shoulder with her head.

“The best day,” she said simply. “Let’s go.”

They walked the short distance back to their hotel in silence, neither of them needing to fill it with words as they just existed in each other’s company. When they got to their hotel room, he made light work of pulling off his hoodie and collapsed onto his twin bed with the remote in his hand as she shut herself in the bathroom, the lock gently clicking behind her. Jamie ran a hand over his tired face and tried to concentrate on the tv. He had an ear for languages, being the proud new owner of a First in Modern Languages and Linguistics from Oxford, but the rules of Dutch seemed to be far removed from that of the French and German, and a little Italian, that naturally clicked together in his brain.

He strained to listen in an attempt to isolate some of the sounds, let his mind create patterns and try to fill in the gaps but he was tired and gave up quickly, punching the pillow that was under his head to prop up his neck a little further so that he could look out of the window. He heard the bathroom door unlock.

That was when he saw her. Really saw her for the first time. And it wasn’t because he could see more of her skin than he had ever seen before but because of the look that was painted on her face. Her beautiful face radiating a vulnerability and softness that he had never seen the depths of before, never as unguarded as she was in that moment. She smiled shyly at him and her hand came to cover her bare stomach slightly. Panic clutched at Jamie’s chest as he watched her wall build itself back up.

He was on his feet before he even knew it, pulling her hand back down to her side and lacing their fingers together.

It was always easier if they touched.

“What are ye doin’, Claire?” He tried to keep his voice soft, to not let the need he was feeling flow out in every word. She blushed and ducked her head, as though looking him in the eye would break the spell.

“I just thought…” she trailed off before defiantly bringing her head up and fixing him with a stare. “I can’t stand the idea of you having your first time with someone who doesn’t appreciate you.”

She had sounded strong and sure but Jamie’s head was birling. He took a step closer to her, so close that he could feel her breath on his chest and looked down at her body, barely an inch of space between them. The swell of her breasts were contained by a lace bra, a lilac so soft that it made her pale skin look like ivory against it. She was wearing matching underwear, just a scrap of material really, and his cock twitched at the thought of what she must look like from behind. The amazing arse of his best friend that he had shamefully lusted after for so long.

He raised the hand that wasn’t tangled with hers to hover over her heart, not quite touching the skin but watching as the goosebumps appeared anyway. She let out a shaky breath through perfectly pursed lips and he knew then what she was doing, the gift that she was giving him. Because she knew or at the very least suspected how he felt about her. She’d have to be blind not to see it.

She was saying goodbye.

“Claire… lass, we dinna have to do this. You dinna have to do this for me,” he whispered but he barely managed to get the words out before she popped up on her toes and closed the gap between them.

For a moment, they stood still. Neither of them moved a muscle for fear of breaking whatever magic had been cast over them. But then his mouth moved instinctively, applying pressure to her lips in an attempt to open them so his tongue could reacquaint itself with hers, so many years since they first kissed. He heard her, felt her, sigh softly and that was all the proof that he needed to wrap his arms around her and pin her to his chest, his mouth greedily seeking hers. Her hands found his face and thinking that she meant to push him away, he immediately let her go and took a step back from her, breath bursting from his lungs.

“I’m so sorry, lass, I didnae mean to get carried away-“

“Jamie, stop. You’re overthinking this,” she interrupted him by pressing her body back to his and put a steady hand on his cheek, his face leaning in to press a kiss to her open palm. The reality of the situation filled him. When the sun came up the next day, she would pack her things and they would travel to the airport to say goodbye. His chest tightened and he exhaled heavily, trying to take a steadying breath but it shattered in his throat and he tried to suck another in. Noticing that he was beginning to panic, Claire urged him to look at her. “It’s just me, Jamie, it’s us. Do you want this? Do you want me?”

“Oh God, yes.”

Their mouths snapped back together and all was right with the world. He couldn’t stop touching her, desperate to elicit sounds from her that she had kept hidden from him for so many years, ones that he thought he’d never have the privilege of hearing. An errant thought passed through his head, that maybe he should feel nervous about his first time, about not satisfying her, but the way that she was reacting to his kiss put his mind at ease. He would take everything in, commit everything to memory and be attentive to what she seemed to like and not like. She was terrible at lying, his Sassenach, and he was secure in the knowledge that he already knew her better than anyone else on this earth.

He was pulled from his thoughts at the feeling of her hands on his zipper and he groaned into their kiss as her hand brushed against his painfully hard cock through the thick material of his jeans. Everything was happening too fast and at the same time, not fast enough. He wished to be utterly consumed by her, to share something that neither of them would ever be able to take back. Something that he knew he would carry with him until the day he died.

Claire’s skilled fingers divested him of his jeans and he refused to break their kiss as he wriggled out of them, swallowing her giggles when she realised what he was up to. He ran his hands from her hips up the soft planes of her body, feeling her delicate ribs under her skin and brushing around the lace of her bra to where it joined in the back. Whether it was intuition or he fact that he practically ripped the clasp apart in blind need, he had no idea, but his fingers fumbled less than he had anticipated.

“I want to see you too,” she whispered against his lips, pulling his t-shirt over his head in one quick movement before she fixed him with a stare, licked her tongue down the palm of her hand as Jamie’s eyes widened in disbelief before her hand disappeared into the waistband of his boxers.

“Christ,” he shuddered, screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to contain the feel of her warm, wet hand on his cock. Her grip was firm on him as his jaw hung open and she greedily claimed his mouth once more as she quickened the pace.

When her mouth disappeared from his, Jamie opened his eyes in confusion to see that she’d dropped to her knees in front of him, her index fingers taking the fabric of his boxers on the same descent. The sight alone nearly undid him but it was nothing compared to the heat that enveloped him as she took him inside her mouth. Fingers immediately threaded through her hair, he squeezed his eyes shut with a gasp as she took him as far back as she could, which was no small task given the size of him. His mind betrayed him with a memory of Annalise trying her hardest but he was never truly convinced that she had wanted to do it, suspecting that she felt like it was an obligation which meant that Jamie could never really enjoy the act. As though she knew that his mind had wandered, Claire’s fingers gripped him tightly as her mouth kept a steady rhythm and his hips jerked forwards instinctively. An attempt at a stuttered apology was on the tip of his tongue but she beat him to it, moaning around him and sending delicious vibrations down his length. Knees buckling slightly at the sensation, Claire’s whisky eyes peered up at him, her lips plump and wet and with a hollowing of her cheeks and a hard suck, she sent him crashing over the edge, moaning her name as he did.

As the stars that had burst into his vision began to fade, he fought to get his breath back, feeling the brush of her body as she got up from her knees.

“Did that feel good?” She whispered as he nodded furiously, bumping their noses together in his enthusiasm. She laughed quietly and went back to kissing him, the feeling of her smile on his lips.

“It was amazing,” he told her. “Thank you.”

She laughed at his earnest gratitude, “I know how you can make it up to me.”

Taking his hand and leading the both of them towards her bed, Claire didn’t allow for too much space to come between their bodies as she lay back and pulled him down with her. Jamie’s mind raced as the sight. How many times had he imagined this? And how pitiful his imagination had been when conjuring it, missing the exquisite details like the way her her skin trembled at his touch and the softness of the sole her foot trailing up the back of his calf as he lay on top of her.

He knew that he was the luckiest man alive as he kissed down her body and a found a freckle on the inside of her thigh. To know the secret parts of her, to have her share them with him when she kept everyone else at arm’s length. How could he not be in love with her?

“Touch me, Jamie.”

He knew that those were the words that would wake him in a sweat for the years to come as he revisited this moment in his dreams. Hearing them fall from her throat was a blessing and he wasn’t one to squander such an invitation. He was trying to be gentle with her so as to not scare her off but in that moment, his trembling fingers became sure and shredded through the thin lace of her underwear, ripping them from her body with a deep growl that he didn’t know he was capable of producing. He felt her body melt into the mattress as his middle finger found her wet centre, her legs quivering in response.

“Oh, my Claire… how beautiful you feel,” he whispered as she moaned loudly, pushing her hips towards him in an attempt to receive more attention. His warm hand left her and closed around her hipbone as he kept her at a distance, blue eyes blazing into whisky ones with so much love that it made her mouth water. Not breaking eye contact, his fingers flexed around her hip, holding her in place as he brought his mouth to her core.

Claire threw her head back against the pillow, mouth agape.

“What the fuck,” she gasped. He had told her that he wasn’t entirely green behind the ears but it was nice to hear the shock in her voice as he set his tongue to work. Within minutes Claire’s body was writhing, one hand fisted in the bedsheets like she was holding on for dear life. It still wasn’t enough and so he shifted his arms underneath her, running them up the length of her back and pulling her closer into his mouth. She squeaked with surprise as she settled her weight onto her shoulders, trusting that Jamie’s strength would hold her steady as he relentlessly licked and nipped at her.

“Jamie, I’m-“

Claire was unable to finish as her words were replaced by a loud moan, Jamie’s growl indicating that he was not willing to let her go without knowing what it felt like for her lose herself on his tongue.

Fingers gripping his curls, Claire pulled slightly and he felt her entire body go rigid as she tried to control the feelings that were coursing through her body. Jamie slid two fingers into her and lightly flicked his tongue against her, holding her steady as she began to convulse in his arms. He was fascinated to learn that she didn’t make a sound, only screwed her eyes shut and let her mouth hang open as she rolled her hips against him, riding out her orgasm.

When he felt her shy away from his tongue, he gave her a final kiss and moved up towards her, delighting in the way that she curled her hand around the back of his neck and brought his mouth down to hers, tasting herself on his lips.

“Not a monk indeed,” she laughed breathily as she ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes shutting slightly as the aftershocks ran through her.

“I’m a man of many talents, if I do say so myself.”

“I wonder what else you’re good at,” she raised a single eyebrow above a pair of seductive eyes and Jamie took the opportunity to press his renewed erection against her thigh.

“Only one way to find out, I suppose.”

Her hands sought out his body again, as though they were always meant to be touching and she moaned a little when she felt that he was hard so soon after his orgasm.

“We can stop here, Jamie. This is your choice. Whatever you want.”

“I want ye so much, I can scarcely breathe. Will ye have me?”

“Yes,” she sighed deliriously, “Yes, I’ll have you.”

“Come here to me, Jamie,” she whispered as she took him in hand and lead him to her opening. He steeled himself, taking a deep breath and basking in the look of wonder on her face, soon replaced by a quiet, exquisite joy as he pushed himself home for the first time.

She was like velvet. Impossibly soft and hot, wet with her need and it was all he could manage not to immediately race to his finish, to take her with a force and a desperation that he knew was painted on his features. With the strength of an army, he stilled himself and raised his face to hers, nearly coming undone when their eyes met.

Claire had never looked at him like that. Her cheeks were flushed from her pleasure, her pupils blown wide and stunned. His soul was laid open to her and hers to him. And he knew that his face showed the unfathomable depth of his love for her, incapable of hiding it when they were joined like this.

Jamie could have stayed that way forever but his physiology had other ideas, his hips responsively snapping into hers. She moaned and tilted her hips to meet him, raising a knee upwards to cradle his side and deepen the angle of him inside of her. Jamie was completely unaware that something could feel this good and he lowered his head to capture her lips as he began to rock his hips against hers.

All worries that he may have had left him when he watched the way she responded to his body, her fingertips digging into the muscles of his biceps until he was sure that they would bruise. She was panting and moaning beneath him, making tiny movements with her body that produced huge waves of sensation in his. He was so distracted by his own pleasure that the first time she clenched lightly around him, he wasn’t even sure that it had happened. Looking down at her, he mimicked the movement with his hips and earned himself another wonderful contraction coupled with an urgent moan that ripped from her chest.

He slowed his pace, not wanting to be undone before she reached her peak and moved his fingers to her mouth which she accepted greedily. Screwing his eyes shut at the sensation, he trailed his hand down her body to the place where they joined and lightly found the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. She convulsed, eyes snapping open in pleasure and he wished for the hundredth time that he could drown in them.

As his fingers began to stroke her, he watched as her body changed from pliant and soft to frantic and needy. Her hands moved to his arse and pulled him into her, keening at the feeling of his cock coupled by the pleasure that he was seeking in her from his fingers.

“You’re going to make me come, Jamie,” she sobbed in surprise and he doubled down his efforts to find it for her, to let her chase her pleasure before he gave in to his own. What a gift to be able to feel the way her body reacted to his, to know how it felt when she came close to her orgasm. Her tight muscles fluttered around him as he watched the flat plane of her stomach clench in an attempt to control the pleasure that was crashing through her body. It was all too much.

“Give me your mouth, Sassenach,” he gasped as he sealed his mouth to hers, their tongues hungrily seeking the other. It was the moment of combustion when they finally met and her body convulsed once more before she began to shake uncontrollably, noises coming from her that he never thought he’d hear. It was everything he needed in that moment as he began to pour himself into her, unable to stop the frantic jerk his hips as he experienced a blinding white pleasure that he’d never felt before.

Only just managing to shift his body so that he didn’t collapse his entire weight onto her, Jamie rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling as he waited for his heart rate to slow. He was hyper aware of Claire’s body beside him, of the rise and fall of her chest as she descended from waves of pleasure that he had elicited in her. He’d expected for his mind to be running a hundred miles a minute but all he felt was serenity. In that moment, the world was exactly as it should be.

“Christ,” Jamie huffed, unable to stop the air bursting from his lungs. The question fell out of him before he had a chance to stop it. “Is it always like that?”

He didn’t look at her, couldn’t force his eyes to look at her face in case he didn’t like what he saw. But his eyes began to drift closed at the feeling of Claire curling her naked body around his, bringing a bent leg to rest over his abdomen and her hair splaying on his chest.

“No, it isn’t.”

#light across the seas that severed #clan donnachaidh #ao3 #outlander fanfic #jamie fraser #Claire beauchamp #outlander #modern au

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Moon and Stars

Chapter 9: The Ghoul in Pajamas

PLEASE READ FIRST; I will forewarn you this one has some rapey themes, Remus does hold Sirius down during this, but nothing explicitly happens, it stops the moment it heads that direction when it's no longer fun for Sirius, but I would never wish any triggers on anybody with that kind of surprise. It's entirely in Sirius' POV.

As usual, the italics are the scene before for context in the fic, but if you just want to read the sexy stuff it's in normal font.

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Sirius started humming to himself as he circled the bike, running his hands over the engine and tapping his wand on the tires, eying every loose bolt and exposed wire with such a deep desire to know more about it Remus couldn't drag his eyes away as he felt the others leave. They didn't have to hide out anymore, and that was weirdly freeing, but he was pretty sure this would have happened regardless. Prongs had only been in it for the fun of the ride and would leave this in Padfoot's capable hands as he kept interacting with the others, but he could sit here and watch Sirius for hours get invested in this.

Padfoot began picking up scattered tools and arranging them, his wandering eyes traveling the dusty ground to make sure he didn't miss any, and seemed surprised to see him still in place, just leaning against the wall and watching him with a fond smile. "You weren't actually mad before, were you? About me kissing you in front of everybody?" He sounded more concerned than actually curious like he seemed to want to as he forced a smile at the end.

"No," he said quickly as he shifted guiltily in place for Sirius thinking otherwise. He would have thought kissing him in the hospital wing had cured Sirius of that lie. "More surprised than anything, you've never done anything like that with one of your hookups before. I didn't realize there would be a change when you committed, but no, didn't really bother me."

To his horror, Sirius made that horrendous face again, the one he had back when he'd first confessed his crush. Remus went painfully stiff and wondered again if Sirius had even fully accepted himself there was a difference.

Sirius shook himself though and said quickly, "okay, just making sure."

He kept himself in place and would not let him deflect, or this would get far worse very fast. "Sirius, what was that?"

"What?" He said sincerely enough, and Remus pressed his lips together as he eyed him. Sirius kept meeting his eyes and fidgeting with his hands, he kept shifting in place like he wanted to go back to the bike already now that he was sure nothing was really wrong, perfectly normal.

He started fidgeting with the sleeve of his robes and tried for a moment to think how to ask, before as usual just letting his mouth run, it often got the best results with him, even if he did acknowledge himself a hypocrite for scolding Sirius for doing the same. At least he kept his thoughts crowd friendly. "I, um, I'm just worried you haven't quite realized yet that, I'm going to run out of ways to keep you, ah, newly entertained in bed one day. Please don't feel the need to pretend otherwise if you, still think, you want something else. The sooner you rip that band aid off, the better."

There was the briefest pause as what he said really sunk in.

"There, that face!" Remus said quickly as Sirius tried to smooth his expression back out. "Tell me what you were thinking, please?"

He bit his lip first with something that could not possibly, actually be guilt as he sighed and sunk down onto the bike and said, "that, I'd live like a monk first because I wanted to be there for you if you really wanted me in that way."

He walked carefully forward, watching Sirius like the thinnest of smoke that would vanish the moment he looked away as he sat down beside him, head spinning too much to not do so. "Don't be so dramatic, at least try vanilla first."

Sirius laughed, thankfully. There really was no better sound on Earth to him. Sirius reached up and brushed under the edges of his eyes, though the self inflicted scratches were long healed as he watched him carefully as he explained, "I, just keep thinking, Prongs has always been an idiot around Evans, but he, I don't know, always kept hoping she'd like him regardless, but I never got why. She used to be so snobby, and I don't know, we all noticed she was easing up on James and started acting much less bratty for it. And how Frank's been so, well, less of a git because of Alice. I'm pretty damn confident of that anyways, she definitely never had a problem with you when he did. So I, kept asking myself, shit, I don't know, would it, would I-"

He stopped and made that face again, and Remus finally realized he was trying to put into words what he thought of his own past behavior towards him! "Bloody hell," was all he had in himself to whisper for several long moments as he caught Sirius' hand and just held it. "I, never asked, or wanted you to-"

Sirius looked extremely sheepish for the admittance now, even more wrongfooted like he'd been caught doing something of the greatest of embarrassment. "I know you didn't," he shrugged, but his face kept getting more red. "I just, I was so pissed at myself you hid your crush from me! It was the only thing I could think of, agreeing to give dating you a shot, I hoped you'd never want to lie like that again if I, um, gave you a reason not to, so I kept telling myself I'd do better if you were my-"

He was stopped abruptly by Remus practically attacking him he locked their lips together so fiercely.*

Moony had him pressed down into the handlebars in moments, and it was a good thing this was still broken as he felt several buttons deplete, but the bike only vibrated around them which only riled Remus up more as he started groaning, his teeth already dragging along his lip.

It started shaking dangerously beneath them, the engine making a loud whine of protest as he eagerly snogged him back, but Sirius was apparently far more concerned about it exploding around them than Remus for once. Moony had one wrist still pinned in his hand, the other was crammed between his boyfriend and the bike and he barely had the mobility to move, so he reached up to put his hand on his throat, fingers digging in firmly as he tried easing him back with a breathy, "this thing's going to go off before I do if you don't let me up."

Remus huffed and still didn't entirely release him as he helped him sit up, his hands roughly trying to coax Sirius to turn and sit on the bike proper as he swung his leg over with a teasing, "thought you were going to give me a ride?"

Now that he was off the multicolored dash, the bike began to quiet but still shook enough it was pretty invigorating and his groin was pumping far too hard to pretend to ignore the insinuation as he threw himself down in front of him and leaned his head back to tease, "isn't that your job?" He paused though, even as Remus started eagerly brushing his hair aside and asked in some concern, "did you mean that? I haven't offered-" it was sort of his point, he'd been pretty damn selfish constantly flaunting his many hook ups and never even properly asked Remus what he did want out of this, it was no wonder Moony felt the need to keep his mouth shut for so long!

"Maybe later," and his voice was just too heavy to be anything but turned on right now as he eagerly took over, his hand at once cupping Sirius while the other gripped his waist, lips pressing roughly to his jugular.

He hummed with pleasure and hooked his hands onto Moony's knees encouraging him to really go, but Remus seemed content this way now he had Sirius. His hand was tightening painfully so that Sirius fully felt it through his pants, fighting back the urge to rip them off any second, his lips were growing rougher by the second upon his neck, but the bike was still the only true movement.

Sirius' own hands couldn't stay inactive, one pressed over Remus' and he began moving beneath them, his other reaching up and hooking onto Remus's neck and starting to pant a bit at the hard nudge he could feel building behind him.

Remus was being weirdly unhelpful though, holding him down tighter as Sirius finally got the button of his own pants undone, but couldn't go farther as he was finally grinded from behind but Remus' hand went back to gripping rather than any movement. Sirius was starting to feel weak at the knees, even more sweat beading along the back of his neck now which was only encouraging his lover, Sirius could feel teeth there now and his tongue working furiously against his pulse.

Sirius' hands tried to work from behind him, to help Moony along but the act was impossible, his grips were turning bruising on all three, leaving Sirius' hands a worthless mess as he clung again to Remus' wrist instead, the other spasming uselessly on his knee once more no matter his desire to try and relieve Remus of the same.

He didn't seem that concerned, nudging harder and harder along Sirius' backside while grinding against him as the bike amplified everything, soft little growls starting to erupt from his throat as he kept up the friction when Sirius couldn't properly settle, the grip on his dick was starting to hurt most of all for not being able to touch himself as the heavy rocking continued not nearly as much as he wanted. Remus should well know this wasn't his preference, what was he playing at?

Moony always had a tendency to go for the neck. He'd gained more hickeys from being with Remus than all of his past put together and it had never bothered him a lick, usually it was pretty hot. Now, even in the haze of bliss and his blood pumping through his ears as well as everywhere else, he may have to reconsider for this one, he could already feel through the deep pleasure what this was going to do to him.

It only belatedly occurred to him to tell Remus to get off, and he started trying to figure out how to do that in his head nicely considering the last time he'd spoken about this Moony had definitely withdrawn in himself a lot, but that was becoming harder by the second to keep any organized thought together as he actually started to try pulling his wrist away.

The bike's flimsy kickstand was not going to last, this was not as fun anymore as he groaned heavily now, intentionally jerking under him uncomfortably. Remus wasn't letting him though, and anger was rising fast as he twisted impatiently! The movements were timed with the still saddled boy behind him, keeping him painfully in place, who was using all teeth on that same spot along his still soft flesh where just as much blood seemed to be pooling as his groins-

Sirius gasped and fell to the ground as he was released, he almost landed wrong but thankfully saved himself at the last second and did not actually hit his throbbing area on anything below. His hand still hovered protectively as he glared at what had been holding him up, but Remus was already running out the door.

#Wolfstar #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #fanfiction

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samwritesforyou · 4 years

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Booked (pt.2)

Summary: you decided to go grocery shopping since the amount of people in your house significantly grew and diego keeps you company. after that crazy hargreeves family prompts you for a beach trip?

Warnings: gender-neutral reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

A/N: this fic is making me feel things, i cant quite place it. like... whenever i write it i feel weirdly at home?? idk :D feel free to share your thoughts either in tags or comments! its Very appreciated and motivating, actually! have a lovely day! <3

part one can be found here!

“Okay but if we kill them, nobody will have any questions, will they? We just bought a house and they moved somewhere far away!” was the first thing you heard, as you have awakened from your “nap”, deciding to keep your eyes shut just for a moment longer, not to lose it again.

“Five!” seems like everyone else said that in unison, grunting and groaning.

Okay, they don’t want to kill you. That’s great. You think it’s safe to open your eyes now.

You were laying on the king-sized bed upstairs, all siblings huddled up around you, watching intensely.

All the chatter between them came to a stop when they noticed that you woke up.

“So.. you’re like all superheroes or something?” you said tiredly, despite feeling rested.

Your mind still felt fuzzy from that info, hearing about such thing only from the tv series or sci-fi genres.

“Guess so,” Luther piped up, shrugging his massive shoulders and offering you a small smile.

Your eyes slowly drifted towards the kid standing by the frame of the bed, wearing a serious expression.

He sighed and frowned at you.

“To be clear, I’m not a kid and I’m actually older than all of you here. I’m a time traveller and I witnessed more in my life than any of you,” his passive-aggressiveness was directed at you, but by the choice of words it felt like he was talking to everyone who was present in the room, “There’s going to be an apocalypse by the end of the summer and our job is to stop it. We failed once, but we won’t fail twice. We rented this house, thinking it would be a good place where we can practise our powers without anyone interfering with us, so please,” his face turned into an exaggerated, wide smile, “don’t get in our way nor mention it to anybody. Thank you,” and as he finished his angry monologue, the blue colour filled the space around him as he disappeared in the thin air, right in front of your eyes.

Hm. Okay?

Only two seconds passed after that, when another sibling started talking to you.

“And I can talk with the dead!” he said happily, spreading his hands in the air like so monk preaching.

“We have a dead brother who’s named Ben and one day I will definitely let you two meet once I learn how to properly conjure him,” he concluded, very pleased with himself.

“Hi, Ben,” you just said with a warm smile on your face, somewhere into the air next to Klaus.

He literally cooed at your action, coming over to you and giving you a quick hug with a pat on the back.

“Okay, maybe we can reveal all our powers later, but let’s leave (y/n) to rest a bit, alright?” Allison proposed, rushing everyone out of the room and then just sparing you a wave and an apologetic smile, closing the doors and leaving you alone.

Maybe you can get used to all this madness. To this family.

You really rested after that.

A room had a roof-window, so laying on that bed allowed you to look up at the sky and lazy, white clouds that every so often rolled along with the blue background.

Soon enough you heard muffled chatter downstairs, this old house being absolutely the worst in being soundproof.

It all reminded you of simpler times, actually, no matter the crazy circumstances.

But enough was enough, and closer to the middle of the day you managed to get out of the bed and descend to the first floor by the wooden stairs, looking around.

Suddenly it seemed quiet.

You shrugged at that and just made your way towards the door, energetically jumping down the few stairs from the veranda and felt your feet hit the hard tartan surface.

Since it was six (plus one spiritually) more people than you were used to having in your home, you decided it was only logical for you to go and buy more food into the local store.

You almost reached the gate to go outside of your property as you heard some fast steps behind you, catching up to you.

When you turned around, you saw a man with longer hair and almost expression on his face.

“Uh... hey, you’re going somewhere?” he asked, brushing the back of his neck.

“To the market, why?” you asked, tilting your head sideways at him.

“Well.. don’t laugh, but I wanted to jog a little, but got concerned that I might get lost..” the end of his sentence was almost inaudible already as he lowered his voice, “so.. mind keeping me company?”

That kind of surprised you and as you slowly realised the meaning of the said words that came out of his mouth you bit the inside of your right cheek *hard*, just not to laugh.

What a silly guy. Getting lost in this hole?

But sure, why not keep him company.

“Be sure to catch up with me though,” you teased as you basically broke into the run, opening the gate and hopping straight onto your bike and starting pedalling really hard to get as far away from him, finally bursting out laughing at the significant distance.

“What?!” was the only thing you heard from him and then you felt the breeze from the hot summer air caressing your cheeks as you were passing your neighbours in the well-known road.

“You seem happier than usual today, darling!” some granny said to you from her garden and you just waved in reply with a huge grin plastered on your face.

After spending last years of your youth more or less alone, you couldn’t even phantom the thought of people your age living with you for the eternity of one summer.

You could never complain about a life you had here, it was all you ever wanted, but the connection with the people of the similar age to you was really lacking sometimes.

And the absolute joy that was washing over you right now was the witness.

You slowed your pace after some time, pretty soon being followed by jogging Diego, beads of sweat rolling down his muscular hands.

Your gaze lingered for a second longer than necessary and you quickly tore it away from him, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks as you now looked straight ahead of you at the road.

“I’m not the best runner, but also not the worst, hun,” he said between the breaths as you continued your ride/walk and you just smiled.

“Pretty decent, I’d say,” you finally stopped at the market’s “parking lot” where there were two spaces for cars and at least a dozen of handles for bikes.

You put yours into one of them, not even bothering to lock it. Everyone knows each other here and everyone knows you.

A young person in the village mostly consisted of people in retirement.

“Alright, what do we have here,” said Diego as he followed you into the store that reminded him of something out of the 70s, really old school design and brands that he never heard of before.

“Everything is mostly homemade here,” you answered, making your way towards the fridge with cold drinks, opening it and throwing him a cola can, “except these bad boys.”

“Hell yeah,” he smirked and then looked around, but his gaze kind of kept wandering back at you, while you were too busy picking the right type and amount of groceries.

Why would you live here all by your lonesome?

“So..” you finally heard him say, as you checked out and we’re both putting the groceries into the deep basket on your bike, “you seem pretty chill with us being.. abnormal.”

You briefly looked up at him when your fingers accidentally touched between the cans of soda and glasses of milk and then your hand moved the other way, eyes too.

“Well.. who’s to say what’s normal and what’s not in this world, honestly?” you jumped on your seat when you were done with loading and started your ride back.

“I know,” he agreed, jogging way less intensely now as your pace appeared much slower, “but seven siblings all having some weird shit powers is... kind of crazy, don’t you think?”

That made you nod, “Yes, of course. But still, I’m not too baffled about this. What are the odds that a village person like me would even get into a situation like this?” you asked rhetorically, gaze fixed on the rocky-sandy road ahead, “You should accept life as it is! Confusion and denial are a waste of time,” you concluded and extended your left hand as you were driving past an apple tree and managed to rip two fruits at the same time, offering one to Diego - all while still riding a bike.

“I have my superpowers too,” you laughed a little and winked at him, making him flustered as he tried to hide it by biting into his apple.

“What do we have here?” Klaus welcomed both of you at the entrance to the summer house, topless and in a skirt.

“We just bought some groceries since we’re capable of eating the whole fridge out in a day,” Diego deadpanned as he - despite your protests - unloaded your bike storage and went into the house to put the bags there, his arms showing extra muscle that’s normally hidden when his body is relaxed.

Your stare lingered for longer than necessary and Klaus *definitely* picked upon that.

“Darling, if you want to get Diego, be a bit more straightforward with him. He’s a dum-dum,” with the last word he knocked on his own head with a finger and rolled his eyes, giggling playfully afterwards and smacking you on the shoulder.

You defensively did the same, blushing and looking anywhere but at Diego nor Klaus.

Hmmmm, such interesting trees you’re having at your own garden all of the sudden.

“But hey, we’ve all decided that before we start training for the inevitable doom of us all, we would take a break for at least a few days and just go to the beach. When we were coming up we noticed the sea behind all the forests, like.. four kilometres from here?” he looked at you with question, “Have you ever been to the beaches there? Could you guide us?”

You gave it thought only for a brief second and then nodded with a confident smile.

“Sure! I haven’t been there in a year or two but the beaches are still the same, I bet,” you answered and put your hands on hips in a cool posture.

“Thank god!” he impulsively hugged you and let go that instant, “otherwise Five said he wouldn’t let you go with us,” he pouted and then sighed, making his way towards their rusty turquoise-ish car.

You followed him, his words piquing your interest.

“Why does he hate me so much? And why is his name Five?” you narrowed your eyes, plopping yourself on the front seat and sat sideways so you could look at Klaus while talking to him.

“Well, darling...” he started, animatedly throwing his arms in the air, “Five was always a strict man, especially after he came from the future, where he spent like billion years and now he’s 50 year old and always shoves this fact into our young baby faces,” he clearly complained and with annoyed expression continued, “and he’s Five because my name is “officially” Four, but Five was the only one of us who disappeared from the house before our dad even bothered to give us names instead of numbers,” he finished but then remembered and continued, “Actually, it was our AI robotic mom Grace who gave us names,” now he was finished, from somewhere materialising a bottle in his hand and taking a sip from it.

“Anyways, beach trip, babeyyyy!”

“Huh..” you just blinked a few times at him as you heard a hoard of different voices going your way.

You wanted to get out of the car to let them sit however they wanted - you were the odd one out after all - but then they all hoarded in there so quickly that you couldn’t even react, being left in the front seat.

Driver’s seat next to you was empty for now.

As you looked back, Klaus was sitting right behind you, next to him Vanya and on the other side Diego, looking out the window.

Behind them was supposed to be a storage area but they apparently turned it into some diy seats as well, Luther and Allison sitting there, not minding the small space.

Soon the blue sort-of-teleport appeared next to you at the driver’s place and Five briefly threw his gaze at you, swiftly starting the car.

The whole inside of the vehicle roared and you were on your way towards the beach, with you as a main gps they had.

Lovely taglist: @radcloudenthusiast @spacenerdpascal @white-wolf-buckaroo @a-girl-who-loves-disney @undead--ghost

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#diego x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #tua diego #diego reader insert #the umbrella academy #tua fanfic #umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves #number two #number two x reader

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wanderingmonkbikes · 6 months

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Great Allegheny Passage

#Great Allegheny Passage #ebike #ebikelife #ebikelover #wandering monk bikes #wanderingmonkbikes #wanderingmonk #custom bikes #custom electric bikes #rentals #sales #mischief on the trail #ross

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chyrstis · 4 years

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FC5 GFH Tag!

@sharky-broshaw and @shellibisshe were lovely enough to tag me to see what my Dep would say as a formal FC5 Gun For Hire, and after spending most of the day thinking this over instead of writing, I think I’ve mostly nailed her down! ;)

Deputy Hana Vao

With Fangs for Hire

Boomer: “Whoa there, buddy! Aren’t you a sweetheart? God, I...I really wish Rae-Rae were here to say hi to you too, and see how good of a boy you’re being.”

Peaches: “I’m a cat person. I’m not a hundred percent sure it extends to being a big cat person, but I’m willing to try.” / *in a ridiculous voice while sneaking through the brush* “Who’s an adorable murder machine, yes, you are!”

Cheeseburger: “Whoever decided it’d be entirely possible and plausible for me to spend my free time hanging out with a bear, I’d like to give the biggest high-five to, because this? This is really fucking awesome.” / “I’ve always wondered if I’d have the chance to meet a local celebrity, and now I’ve met two! What are the odds of that?”

With other Guns for Hire

Sharky

*after inviting him* “Oh, now it’s a party.”

“So, apparently karaoke night at the Spread Eagle used to be a thing. You’ve been holding out on me! *both start trading stories about signature songs they used to pick, until they both settle on one and start singing along to it* *some of it’s good, most of it isn’t*

*after a fight* “That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Do it again.” / “Hey, Shark? How about you dial it back a little next time? It kind of got a little too close for comfort there.”

“You know what they say about any big bads, right?” *along with Sharky* “If it bleeds, we can kill it! *laughs* God, you’re the best.”

Grace

“Hey, Grace? I know you mentioned last time that I really need to work on the whole sneaking, and being quiet, and-” “Not throwing a block of C4 at every problem you see?” “...Shit. I knew I might’ve forgotten something. Let me get back to you on that.”

“Grace? If I offered you twenty dollars to shoot [a hat off of a scarecrow, a can off of a fence, the helmet off of a Peggie, etc]. Would you do it?” *Grace asks if she’s that willing to go broke* “Maybe. I still think that would be pretty cool to see.”

Hurk

*calls Hana Ms. V* “Hurk! I thought we agreed not to go with that one!” *he throws out a slew of nicknames each one more absurd than the last* “...Um, okay. Maybe that one’s not so bad after all.”

“Hey, I have to ask. What’s with the chimps?”

*calls Hana Depu-Vee and pretends to relay a top-secret message* Hurk, hon. We’re face to face. I’m looking right at you. We don’t need codenames right now.

Adelaide

“I...that’s definitely a description I never thought I’d ever hear. Or visualize.”

“Okay, so I’m only going to say this once, but...” *speaks at a mile a minute* “Fuck John, Marry Faith, and Kill Jacob, and there’s nothing left for Joseph, so just fuck him in general. Done and done.”

Nick

“I swear to God, if you ever ask me to fly Carmina again I’m going to crash her. Not on purpose, I’m just that damn bad at it, so please. I beg of you, don’t.”

“How’s Kim doing? If you two need anything at all, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”

Jess

“Jesus, you’re a hell of a shot. Shooting an apple off of someone’s head would probably be nothing, huh?” *Jess asks if she’s volunteering* “It’s not that you aren’t a badass, because you totally are, but you know how some ideas look fun at first pass, but are probably a disaster in the making? That? That would be one of them.”

In Combat

Seeing an enemy: “You got eyes on them?”

Sneaking:*snaps a twig* “Shit! ...Um, shit. Sorry.”

Killing an enemy: "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!” / *if you score the hit* “Holy shit, that was a shot!”

Reviving: “It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” / “Hold on! Can’t have you dying on me now.”

Hurt: “Ow, motherfucker!” / “Jesus, walk it off. Just walk it off.” / *flamethrower, or Sharky* Shit! Nearly singed my hair...

Downed: “Really, really pissed that they made me bleed my own blood here.” / “Keep moving! Don’t worry about me! *pained sound* “Fuck!”

Driving

If asked to drive: “You sure? Well, buckle up and hold on tight. I promise I’ll try and be gentle.” / “God, this is really making me miss my bike.”

Reckless driving: “Jesus, now I know how Grace feels.” / “And here I thought you’d leave the stunt driving to old Clutch. I’m game if you are.”

Changing radio stations: *starts singing along if Barracuda’s playing* / *’if Oh John’ starts playing* “...Fucking asshole.” *sings an off-key, ‘bold and brave’ before making a sound of disgust*

Idle

“Hey, hon. How’re you holding up? Better than me, I hope, because I could really go for a cigarette. Might have to bum one off of Sharky the next time I see him.”

“You know, I’m not from around here. I’m from Detroit. Moved around a lot when I was young, so I don’t remember it well to begin with, but my mom took a lot of photos of it. Kept them all in a photo album for me to look at when I was older, and always told me we’d head back there someday to check them out again ourselves. ....Well, I’m about 95 percent certain that when the cult burned my apartment down, it might’ve taken that album with it. Pictures of those places. Of her. All of it up in smoke, just like that. So, here’s hoping there’ll be a Detroit left after all of this, depending on whether or not Joseph’s talking shit, or actually right. Because I’d really like to have a second chance to see all of that. And have a chance to honor her too.”

“I’m a city girl, so the silence out here is...it’s a little overwhelming. But I’d gladly take it over the sound of gunfire. This place is beautiful, and the kind of peaceful you don't really appreciate until it’s gone.”

Hard to believe I wouldn’t have ended up here at all if the Sheriff hadn’t taken a chance on me. He’ll say differently, but there’s a reason why Staci called me-calls me Rook, and why Joey always took the time to answer every single silly question I had. I didn’t have a whole lot of experience before heading here, and...they made it all worth the risk on my end too. Made me feel welcome when anyone else would’ve just shown me the door, and I’ll do damn near anything to get them back.

Location-Specific:

By any body of water: *voice pitched higher than normal* “Hey, you’re not-that’s looking pretty deep. Think I’ll um, hang close to the shore just in case.” *wanders around it, but never enters it*

At the Spread Eagle: *hanging close to either Mary May by the bar* *Mary May jokes about Hana spending more time talking to her than drinking* “Hey, I’m sparing you both the bad dancing and the bad flirting! Trust me, you don’t want to see either.” / *if by the jukebox in the back, can be found swaying to whatever’s playing*

After liberating the Radio Towers: “I really need to talk to Wheaty about getting Queen on the radio here, because we’re suffering from a real lack of that. Tell me you wouldn’t be ready and willing to kick all kinds of ass after listening to them for a bit.” / *near a Wolf Beacon while it’s blaring* “Jesus, Jacob really took a page out of every horror movie here, didn’t he? Note to self, stay far, far away from these at night.”

In the Henbane: “You want to trust your eyes. You also want to trust your ears, and every last bit of sense you’ve got, but here? You can't. And that honestly scares the shit out of me.” / “You see Faith too, don’t you? Right at the corner of your vision before you blink and she’s gone? Word of advice? Don’t approach her or talk to her. You’ll like what she has to say at first, but...not so much the wolverine taking a piece out of you afterwards.”

At Seed Ranch by the Boat Launch: *if present when Sharky drops the dingus line, she starts giggling until she snorts*

In Holland Valley: “Can you do me a favor? If you ever decide to do a little redecorating - like, say, make modifications to a giant, white three-letter sign up in the mountains - take me with you. Because pissing John off’s really what keeps me going, and lighting that ‘Yes’ sign up would be a thing of beauty.” / *later when John calls post-destruction she mouths, ‘Oh shit’ while 100% making this face:

Tagging: @amistrio @ma-sulevin @shallow-gravy @foofygoldfish @guileandgall @ofravensandgenesis @fadedjacket @seedlingsinner @teamhawkeye @redroci @risenlucifer @tomexraider @finefeatheredgamer @narcis-the-monk @scarlettkat86 @hawkfurze @raisinghellinotherworlds @fromathelastoveritaserum @shelliechen and anyone else that’s interested! I’d love to see your GFHs, so totally tag me if you do!

#deputy hana #gifs #couldn't help but go mostly lighthearted #b/c she's a total dork at heart no matter what #and the games totally encourage this #don't mind me #this is a hell of a lot longer than I intended #(now with Addie Nick and Jess b/c I couldn't resist!)

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jabbajambler · 3 years

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Human

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x f!OC

Word Count: 2,031

*GIF by @tintinwrites*

"Ouch... Ouch! Ouch, watch it!" Myrah snapped and ripped her arm away from the Mandalorian. Her bicep was red and crusted in dried blood.

"If you had told me about it sooner, we wouldn't have this problem." He grumbled under his breath as he tried to pull the strings of her shirt that stuck to the somewhat fresh wound.

She shrugged and looked down at the cut on her arm. It was bright and swollen, but it wasn't too deep. All it needed was a good cleaning and bandage. She couldn't figure out why he was so upset about it.

"Well, we had more pressing matters at the time. You know, dealing with Fennec and all."

"So this was when we got knocked off the bike?" He sat back on the stool he had placed next to the cot where Myrah sat. "We could have wrapped it."

"But if I had told you back then," she grabbed his hand and pulled it from her arm, "we wouldn't get to play medic right now." She sent him a playful wink and her signature charming grin that made his heart beat faster.

He sighed and pulled his hand away, trying to calm the rapid pulsing of his heart. "Take off your jacket."

"Woah!" She raised her hands in the air and let out an innocent giggle. "You could at least take me to dinner first."

"Shut up and take off the jacket." He snapped.

"Pushy, much?" She rolled her eyes and peeled off her jacket to reveal the black long-sleeve she wore beneath it. Din tilted his head in judgement and crossed his arms over his chest. "What? You want me to take this off too?"

"It's that or cut the sleeve off." He paused. "How many layers do you have?"

She shrugged and brought her hands to the bottom of her top, starting to strip it from her body. Din's hands quickly caught hers and pulled the shirt back down to hide her stomach.

"We should just cut the sleeve." His face began to warm and flush red beneath the helmet.

"Don't want to see me shirtless, Din?" She drew out the name, the corners of her lips quirking up.

"Stop." He growled and grabbed the knife from his boot, quickly slicing the sleeve off her shirt.

Her face contorted into one of disgust. "When was the last time you cleaned that? Didn't you use it on the mudhorn?"

"Yup." He answered simply and grabbed a few items from the medic box, setting them next to her on the small bed.

"Ew." She shuddered and watched him work. "You know, maybe it would be easier if you didn't have those beefy gloves." His head snapped to hers in a way that she couldn't interpret. "What? It's not against the code. Don't forget that I know the rules too."

He nodded and hesitantly pulled his gloves from his hands, his gaze never leaving hers. Her lips lifted into a smile that made his heart swell. He was upset that she hadn't told him she was hurt, but seeing her smile made him realize that he could never stay mad with her.

Myrah's eyes wandered down to his hands, wanting to reach out and trace her fingers over them. It felt crazy to want so desperately to touch his hands, but she had been so deprived of anything else from him.

Sure, they had their playful banter and bonding moments, but never physical. The closest they had been was when she fixed his wound way back when. Since then, she hadn't seen even a sliver of skin, no proof that he was even human.

But here? Now? All she wanted to do was hold his hand, run her fingers over his skin just to know what it felt like. She could feel her hands twitch in anticipation, her heart leaping from her chest as the air grew thick.

Her thoughts were interrupted once she felt his hands gently grasping her arm to hold it in place. He poured a small canteen of water on her wound and wiped away the blood that surrounded her cut.

His hands were softer than she expected, but he did wear gloves all of the time. At first she suspected they would be rougher from years of hunting. The gloves must have protected his skin from becoming worn out.

She winced slightly as he used a soft cloth to dry the area. His eyes lifted to meet hers while he carefully rubbed a healing ointment into her skin. He studied her behind his mask. From the way she closed her eyes and took slow deep breaths to her relaxed posture and how she leaned into his touch.

He took a deep, shaky breath and forced himself to tear his eyes from her. He found himself lost in thought, wondering if her hair was as soft as it always looked. He had to stop himself from reaching to brush away the gentle strands that fell in front of her face.

With the bandage wrapped firmly around her arm, he stood up, happy to pull himself away from a potentially messy situation. Then he felt something warm grasp his hand and pull him back. He couldn't bring himself to fight it.

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to fly the ship." His voice came out soft and low.

"It's on autopilot. Besides, we don't have any specific destination." She didn't know why these words were spilling from her mouth. She desperately wished she could keep her trap shut for once.

He couldn't look at her. He knew that with one look he would stay and never want to leave. "You need rest."

"So do you..." She sighed and packed away the medical supplies in a small cubby. "Care to join me?" She held out her hand and scooted further back. She already figured she was in too deep, too late to stop now.

He watched her movements from the corner of his eye, feeling a soft fluttering in his chest that drew him to the woman in his bed. After a moment, he nodded and flicked off the main cabin lights, leaving nothing but a dim light above the bed to light the area.

Din awkwardly sat at the end of the cot, his posture stiff and tense. It was a small space and he certainly didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but he had no sense of what to do. He was no monk, but this was different. He cared so much for her and was terrified of making a mistake.

"Relax." She giggled and grabbed his hand, feeling his hand immediately grip hers.

Her fingers traced the lines of his palm. Slowly, dauntingly, causing a ghost of a shiver to roll down his spine. He could have melted into her touch no matter how small it was.

"Come back here."

At this point, she didn't have to ask him twice.

He pushed himself to the back of the small cot, still sitting, but present and there with her.

"You know... If we turn off that light, it'll be pitch black in here. I won't be able to see anything." She glanced up and threaded her fingers between his, pressing their palms against one another. Din swore she could feel his heart speed up.

"You could take off the helmet and be comfortable." She whispered and squeezed his hand.

He didn't say anything, not even so much as a nod. He simply reached up and pressed the button to the light. Nothing more needed to be said.

Darkness immediately encompassed them, not even a shadow could be seen. The ship was silent, the child was asleep, and they were peacefully soaring through the skies.

It was a few moments before Myrah felt his hand leave hers. She heard a soft hiss, followed by the clink of metal against the stool beside the cot. That alone made her breath hitch and caused her heart to pick up speed.

His hand found hers again, playing with her fingers. He simply enjoyed the feeling of her soft hand against his. His heart had dropped to his stomach in fear. Of what? Who knows. But he was nervous as hell and just wanted to hear her say something.

Myrah managed to steady her breath and leaned against him. Her hand pulled from his and reached up towards his face, her fingers barely brushing against his cheek. His jaw clenched and tensed against her touch.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled nervously. "Is this okay?"

"Mhm..." He hummed and allowed himself to relax. He couldn't remember the last time someone had touched his face, even so much as a graze. The feeling was exhilarating yet absolutely terrifying.

"Well, you need to shave."

He chuckled, a warm, soothing chuckle that Myrah found so much sweeter without the modulator. If she could hear the sound on replay, she would.

She turned her body to face him and cupped his jaw in her hands, rubbing her thumbs over the slight stubble. Hesitantly, she pulled her leg over his hip and slid onto his lap, running her hands through his soft hair. The closeness was something the two desperately craved.

"And a haircut."

He let out a quiet gasp and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. "Maybe you can help with that sometime."

There was the voice. The voice she was waiting to hear. It sent a shiver down her spine and brought goosebumps to her arms.

"You'd trust me with scissors around you when I can't even look at you?"

He hummed and lowered his head to the crook of her neck while she played with his hair. She was intoxicating to him. Everything about her left him wanting more.

"Din?" Myrah felt his nose press into her neck with his lips relaxed against her collar bone. It nearly drove her mad.

"Yes?"

"Thank you..."

"What for?" He lifted his head and moved his hand to her hair, running his fingers through the strands.

It was just as soft as he imagined.

His fingers trailed down her jaw and held her chin as though she could break at any moment. She sort of felt like she could.

"For trusting me... After everything I did, I-"

"How could I not? We're in this together, right?" His other hand rubbed soft shapes on her back through her shirt. He felt like everything in the galaxy could stop and he would be perfectly fine with it.

"Right." The word came out breathy, hardly spoken at all, but Din heard it.

His hand wrapped around to the back of her neck, wanting more than anything to pull her closer. This was something they both wanted, right? He was ready to risk it all. The code, the emotions, the wall he had built.

But the sound of a gentle cooing put all of his actions to a halt.

They both groaned in irritation, especially when they heard the soft patter of the child running.

Myrah rolled off of Din and onto her side next to him, facing the wall. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Looking down at the woman next to him, he wondered what would have happened if there was no interruption.

It didn't seem like she would have stopped, but what would have happened to them? Would anything have changed? Would they pretend it never happened? Why did he-

"Lay down." Myrah mumbled and struggled to find his hand behind her. "Relax, Din. Sleep."

He rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. He unbuckled the rough armor and laid down next to her in the underclothes he wore.

It wasn't as uncomfortable as he expected from the small area. His arm draped over her waist, allowing her to hold his hand as she had wanted while he rested his head against the back of her shoulder.

"Will do, Princess." He purred as they both drifted into arguably the best sleep they've ever had.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x oc #mandalorian #mandalorian x oc #din djarin #din djarin x oc #dyn jarren #jedi #oc #star wars #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #babyyoda

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sunbird-tells-stories · 4 years

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I was rewatching one of my favorite episodes of Xiaolin Showdown lately and I’ve been thinking of Jesse’s/Jessie’s character. I really like her a lot. I was always fascinated with that character from the moment I first saw her. Clay was my favorite Dragon, so to learn he had a sister??? Who was a biker girl??? And a BAD GUY?! Like, it was crazy! I loved the episode, and I still love it to this day. I love the lore, the aesthetic, the Black Vipers, the story, and the ending with Jesse under a starry desert sky flying off into the moon leaving behind a magical rainbow trail behind her? Like, tell me that’s not awesome!

So, since I’m bored and have Xiaolin on my mind, I’m gonna rant about her for a little bit.

First off, Jesse’s listed in the credits with the male version of the name, aka Jessie without the “I.” And the first thing I thought about when I mulled over this choice for a name was that it reminded me of Jesse James, who was a famous outlaw back in the days of the Wild West. So it was maybe a crew choice to give her that name as a shout-out to her criminal nature, and because of that, I like to think that in the show’s universe, Jesse used to be Jessie but dropped the “I” the day she left the Bailey Ranch. You know, to show that a) she was starting a new life and leaving her old persona behind and b) maybe to challenge the stifling old gender norms she was relegated to at the ranch. I mean, Daddy Bailey, as cool as he is, did ooze vibes of toxic masculinity in the one episode we saw him. If he was hyper focused on making Clay the manliest man, then it makes sense that he’d push Jesse to be the girliest girl.

But like, Jesse’s her own person, man. She’s hotheaded and stubborn and determined, and she’s got enough grit and pride in her to say “You know what? Screw this. I’m not happy here, I’ll never be enough for you, and life is too short to live in a place where you’re either ignored because everyone’s paying attention to your brother or being pressured and prodded into being something you’re not.”

So she left. I mean we never got a backstory on that (and I would have loved one, trust me), but she left, and she left on bitter terms too, considering Clay’s instinctive animosity towards her on sight. Like, no “hey, how’s life” or “where have you been.” The first thing he did after recognizing her was to call her a varmint. A nuisance. A lowlife.

That’s....uncharacteristically harsh, Clay. You’re supposed to be the sweetheart of the group, and the first thing you do when you see your baby sister after who knows how long...is to insult her?

Wow. There’s a story there. And if we don’t get any background on it, then maybe I’ll write it later? There’s always fandom, kids! And fanfic. And fanart.

But Jessie really does fascinate me as a character. Like even more than Ashley, or Wuya, or Shadow, or even Kimiko! Out of all the (very few!) female characters in the Xiaolin lore, she’s the one I’m interested in the most. It’s everything about her you know? It’s her backstory, it’s her personality, her skills, her likes and dislikes, the way she chooses to live her life, the way she’s constantly double crossing everyone around her - even her brother! No one is safe from her except for her loyal Vipers, who must also like her and trust her a lot too, since as soon as there’s a brief void in the leadership role, they automatically welcome her and her alone back into it, instead of squabbling over who should be the leader of their biker gang. For all their trouble and deceit, the Black Vipers stick together.

Probably because they’re all they’ve got.

I mean the girls live in a MINE! (An abandoned mine, like seriously, how cool is that?!) and they’ve got pet vultures, and know every inch of their hideout, and the place is falling apart in some areas but it’s HUGE and awesome and it looks wicked cool so it balances out.

But that alone implies that none of them have actual houses or trailers or apartments or condos where they actually crash. None of them have a home to go home to.

And why would they? I mean, you don’t just wake up one day and choose to live a life of crime. The show always likes to hammer in the fact that the world’s not black and white. Everyone’s got some good chi and bad chi in them. Everyone’s a shade of grey. And that includes the Vipers. And something tells me that they’re a darker shade of grey than most girls, and not entirely by choice either. Girls don’t just wake up and become bad guys. It’s a lot more complicated than that.

I worry about these girls. All of them are so young, early-late teens at most, but they’ve each got a criminal record and have scored enough infamy to be known all through the American Southwest. That’s kind of awesome. But mostly really, really sad.

Sadly we don’t get much personality from the girls, but I wish we did, I love the quirks in their character designs like WallEyed Short Girl and Tall Freckled Mopey Girl, and even Belle! Yes, the redhead has a name, and it’s Belle. Personally she’s my favorite design out of all four Vipers. The bright red hair paired with the turquoise in her necklace and hat is simple but unique. And her sass! And the fact that she’s like the ONLY XS character with brown eyes. Aaah! I love her so much!

But even with their lack of screen time or even voice lines, there’s enough evidence to infer that these girls are each other’s family. They’re sisters. They’re partners in crime wherever they go, from the arid deserts of Arizona to the neon casinos of Nevada, from the white sands of New Mexico to the empty-hearted prairies of Oklahoma, and hey maybe even as far west as Baja California!

And of course, Texas.

It’s interesting that even though she cut all ties with her dad and her brothers and her mom (I mean, if she even has one), she still wanders through Texas. The last thing she screamed at Jack as he took off in a huff with no Wu was “Don’t Mess With Texas”! She may have turned her back on her family and the ranch, but she’ll never turn her back on her home state. That’s kind of beautiful. It’s nice to think that the big bad biker chick who rules over a gang that kidnaps people and robs them blind....still has a soft spot.

But I mean, of course she has a soft spot. She’s a person, right? Good chi and bad chi coexisting together in a single human being. She’s got dreams, right? Secret wishes that keep her up at night, keep her going when the chips are down, keep her going when things get hard for her gang and she has to be the one to stay strong and lead them through it despite being a KID...yeah. It’s abundantly clear that Jesse is an adventurous soul. I mean, you gotta be if you spend your days riding through the desert and running from cops, and your nights sleeping in a creepy, abandoned mine that goes on for miles underground. That’s certainly not a lifestyle for the faint of heart, but Jesse seems just fine with it.

Because as crazy and as sad as her situation is, a teen girl with no home and, thanks to her record, no happy future to speak of, she’s happy where she is. Probably the happiest that she’s ever been in her life. She certainly has a lot more freedom, and values that freedom to Hell and back (probably.) She’s seriously gotta love the sweet, simple feeling of going wherever she wants and doing whatever she wants. Stealing from people probably gives her such a thrill, and with the jumps she made with her bike during the Showdown in her one and only episode...yeah, our girl’s an adrenaline junkie. Fer sure.

I wonder if she’d ever leave the desert at some point in her life. I mean, being an outlaw is cool and all but it’s definitely got a lot of drawbacks, and it isn’t very sustainable. And, I mean...people change. Maybe someday she’d just grow out of the lifestyle. Maybe one night she’d sit her Vipers down for one last talk, pass her leadership over to Belle, give them all one big hug and wish them luck, get on her bike and just...leave.

I wonder where’d she go then. Definitely not back home. Probably not with Clay. Being a Xiaolin hero, going to monk school, fighting over Warts...that’s his life, not hers. And I mean, she does have that inferiority complex, which aren’t exactly easy to grow out of. Maybe she’d secretly feel that she wasn’t good enough to be Xiaolin. But she definitely wouldn’t want to go full evil and switch to the Heylin side.

Jesse’s not Xiaolin, or Heylin. She’s just....Jesse. And that’s why we love her so.

I think she would wander. She’d wander all over the US, through every last state, seeing all that there is to see. Some places impress her. Some do not. Some remind her far too much of her home back at the ranch and some are so alien and foreign that her heart almost breaks from the loneliness. Sometimes she falls in love. Then, she falls right out of love, never unexpectedly, but only sometimes by choice. And after a few hours of heartbreak and self care, she’s back on her feet again, hunting down her next adventure. If she sees a Wu, she contacts Clay, and waits for him and the others to come. It’s easier to talk to him now, so they talk often. She sends him a pretty postcard from each city she visits. And with each message, she writes an animal fact about a local critter, just for him.

Home is....it’s not home anymore. Daddy Bailey, Mama Bailey, even Patrick...they don’t consider her family no more. At least that’s what she believes. She never writes to them. She doesn’t see the point. As far as she’s concerned, they all said what they had to say the day she left the ranch. Soemtimes she’s overcome with the temptation to give them a call and see how things are. But no matter how hard she tries, she always hangs up as soon as they answer.

It’s too late to fix what I broke, she tells herself.

And sometimes, she believes it.

But no matter what gets her down, Jessie’s a tough girl. She’s smart and clever and knows how to get by on her own. Her independent nature was hard-earned. She can take care of herself. So she does. And she wanders. And she sees the world beyond the desert.

Hey, remember that one line during her episode where she says “the only thing better than riding is flying,” or that out of all the Wu she could have kept for herself - out of all powers she could have had at her disposal - she opted to keep the Wings of Tinabi, aka the flying Shen Gong Wu?

I like to think that Jesse, like her brothers, is a smart cookie. But while Clay’s got animal facts and Patrick’s got computers, she’s more of an engineer. I mean, she’s got to keep her rides in tip top shape right? And those weren’t ordinary motorcycles either. I wonder if she was the one who designed the Black Viper’s iconic bikes. Maybe she built them all from scratch. Maybe they all did.

And maybe building bikes isn’t all she’s good at. I like to think that as Jesse gets older she takes on a whole new kind of project. As soon as she gets enough material and enough space to house her new baby, she gets to work on something she’s always been wanting to make in the back of her mind but never could before. It’s more complicated than motorcycles or cars or even tractors, and there’s a lot to lose if something goes wrong. But Jesse’s a risk taker, and a dreamer. And above all, she believes in herself. She has to. She’s always had to, because no one ever else did. Not until she chose to be her own biggest fan did she ever have someone in the stands cheering her on. She can do it. Of course she can. She’s Jesse Gotdang Bailey, and she can do anything.

I like to think, after a while on the road, exploring every last corner of America, and hey, maybe even Canada and Mexico, she finally gets around to building herself a plane. Wheels and steel are a beautiful combination, but wings? Wings can take you anywhere. They offer a freedom like no other. Hundreds and hundreds of people over countless generations have looked up at the sky and wished to be up there. And Jesse wouldn’t be any different from them.

I like to think that she finishes it right as she reaches adulthood. I like to think that she actually goes legit - for once - and gets herself a pilot’s license. I like to think that she gives her new ride a bright coat of paint, puts on the last finishing touches, gets herself a viper tattoo as a way to honor the occasion, and takes off towards the Xiaolin Temple the very next morning to show Clay how far she’s come.

And I would like to think that on the side of the plane, in beautiful rainbow lettering, is the name she chose for her new aircraft:

The Wings of Tinabi.

#sunbird writes headcanons #jessie bailey #jesse bailey #xiaolin showdown #xiaolin showdown clay #clay bailey #the black vipers #character analysis

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furblrwurblr · 4 years

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@linbin-in-tenjin BOY HAVE YOU GOT SOME READIN' TO DO

Elise:

My self insert, a smol lil chaos bean

Not sure what to put here, so I'll do the RAD ID card fields, hmu for any other info

Birthday: Jun 15

Race: Human??

Likes: Her boyfriends, Mammon and Kayne (belongs to @ross-like-a-boss ), sweets, bike rides, the sun

Dislikes: prejudiced people, waiting, wINTER

Anvindir:

If you told those who know him now that he was once a kind and giving man, they'd never believe you.

Anvindir once put others before himself, helping whenever possible and putting years of effort into every bond he made. Until it cost him everything.

He had harbored a refugee and her child in his ancestral home and was discovered before he could get them to safety. As consequence, he was bound and forced to watch them eaten, his screams almost covering the sickening sound of his markings being removed. Once he was stripped of himself, his identity, he was set to wander the northern regions knowing little more than his first name and what generosity got him in the end.

He made his way south and came upon a monastery that welcomed him with open arms. He developed a sort of narcissism there, taking their doctrine of the optimal condition to extremes. His body is toned to his idea of perfection and his aura resonates in perfect harmony with the sky. The only pleasures he allowed himself was the pride in his knowledge and the feeling of his air magic’s improvement with his condition. When he wasn’t honing the balance of body and sky, he was in the library for hours studying anything he could get his hands on. After he’d read every book, tome, and scroll in the monastery, he’d taken to making his own by journaling his observations and experiences in daily life.

Once he was satisfied with the new identity he’d created for himself, he settled in the nearest town. Helping those who could benefit him in return made for a very good strategem in securing a fairly large piece of land on the village outskirts. He spent his days procuring anything he can find on atoning and regaining one’s markings, hoping to unlock some new part of himself.

Now, I'm not sure how he atoned, but I do know what becomes of him afterwards.

His focus on regaining his markings is so deep that it becomes his entire purpose to better himself, without regard for others. Once he gets his identity back, he realizes that the only reason he regained them was because of those who aided him. He focuses on making real relationships. The optimal form of himself is nothing if he has no bonds with those around him, as only through their influence can he create a real identity.

He still maintains his form and broadens his knowledge, but he lives in the present instead of dwelling on his past. His life and friends are his priority once more.

Øyvind Quinrrith:

As a child, her parents sent her through a portal to escape the abyss as Malcanthet was leading a violent coup. She wandered for months, hunting with her claws and trying to find shelter. All she remembered of her time in the Abyss at this point was her name, Øyvind and the name of the deity she worshipped: Malcanthet.One day, she spotted a passing caravan and called for help. After helping her into the caravan, they bound and gagged her. Her kidnappers had intended to make her a slave but discovered her ever-changing abyssal features that activate when she’s scared. She was instead sold as a gladiator. Over the years, she'd come to accept her fate and had even fallen in love with a kind half-orc monk who was taken soon after her.

One day, an elf paladin entered the arena, saw her, and immediately wanted to help. The holy knight set Øyvind free and helped her flee to the north.

Soon after she’d settled in a small home on a small canal (arcana fans know the one), a woman dropped a small spyglass at her feet. She picked it up, but when she rose the woman was nowhere to be seen. She put it up to her eye and dropped it with a gasp. After ensuring it was unharmed, she slowly raised it once more. In a few seconds of holding it, she began to hear the screams of the people shown. This was no ordinary spyglass, this was a rare cursed item that shows the viewer’s worst nightmare. Øyvind trembled as she watched the people she’d met slaughtered and her town burned under the demon king’s banner. She tucked it away into her pocket with a new resolve.

That week, she sought out the town witch for counsel. The crone, who she recognized from the street, was expecting her and made it clear she needed to keep the spyglass. The crone then presented her with another gift: an earring with an accompanying horn accessory made to contain souls. After a bit of discussion, she made a blood-pact with Malcanthet. Øyvind trained with the witch, perfected her magic, and became a fully-fledged warlock.

Not long after, she makes a mistake when stealing from the weekly food market and is caught in the act by a gnommish bard. (Surprised she made it this far, being over eight feet tall with dark red skin...) He didn't turn her in and instead took her into his care, gifted her a lyre, and taught her to play. She joined his band and learned to dance, tell stories, play the viol, and grace banquet halls with the ungodly presence of bagpipes.

She traveled the northern half of the region with them, learning to channel her powers through performance. Eventually, she parted ways with the merry few realizing she had a destiny to fulfill. She now makes her way farther and farther south, gathering information and allies to take down the southern slave trade. She hopes to find her orcish lover, and deep in her mind she has every intention of returning to the abyssal plane to end the coup that killed her parents once and for all.

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Øyvind's is finicky :(

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leayasworld · 4 years

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PURPLE CRUISE SHIP

Its a great, big, beautiful world out there, and what better way to see it than by embarking on a show-stopping luxury cruise ship. These vessels are crafted to create the most exclusive experiences at sea, from lavish designer suites and dining rooms affiliated with sparkling cocktails and exquisite spas-all within a cocoon of luxury that can take you almost every corner of the planet.

Beyond the first of its class, Purple Cruise Ship was also the ship that launched a vacation revolution. And now this Purple Cruise Ship favorite will introduce even more thrills for couples and kids of all ages, upgraded ways to soak up the sun or enjoy the shade, more delicious dining options than ever elevate date night, and buzz worthy new spots to light up every evening.

THE THREE DESTINATIONS:

CHIANG MAI,THAILAND

Many travelers prefer Thailand’s pleasant Northern Capital over the hectic place of life in Bangkok. Most of the tourist action happens within Chiang Mai’s Old City, where orange robed monks from the many temples smile as they past.

From numerous cultural festival and sprawling night markets to mountain trekking and scores and beautiful temples, Chiang Mai attracts over a million visitors a year who just can’t wait to comeback. Chiang Mai is certainly the most popular among the top 10 places to visit in Thailand.

DISHES:

NAM PRIK ONG or PRIK NUME

This green and red chili dip duo is the most-well known among all the Northern-style chili dips. Made roasted chili spur peppers, the green chili dip,or nam prik nume, is fiery and will leave your tongue burning after the only the first bite. The red chili dip, or nam prik ong, tastes slightly milder, with a tomato-based paste mixed with ground pork,chopped coriander, spring onion and dried bird’seye chilies. Both ate usually eaten with crispy pork skin, steamed vegetables, or sticky rice.

SINGAPORE

Notoriously expensive and often unfairly shunned by budget travelers afraid of getting fired, tiny Singapore is a modern-yet-green city,island,and country well worth a visit for the food, mega-mall shopping, and unique blend of cultures.

You’ll find ample green space and an impressive system of elevated biking and walking trails that interconnect city parks.

Yes, Singapore costs far more than neighboring Malaysia or the rest Southeast Asia, however, the city has a pleasant vibe, lively Indian and Chinese cultures, speak good English, and is pleasant enough just to stroll. You could spend months living in Singapore and still discover hidden places and eateries the guidebooks have missed. Even the museums in Singapore will remain in memory forever.

DISHES:

Hard-shell crabs cooked with semi-thick gravy with a tomato chili base. The steamed crabs are partially cracked, then lightly stir-fried in a paste comprising of chili sauce, ketchup and eggs. Despite its name, chili crab is not all that spicy. Bread is normally ordered to soak up the gravy,so dig in with both hands.

BEIJING,CHINA

Crowded, polluted dreadfully appealing-love it or hate it, Beijing is the pounding heart of China. Amazing UNESCO World Heritage Site such as the Great Wall, and the Forbidden City make navigating Beijing’s urban sprawl well worth the effort.

Give Beijing a chance; rather than fleeing from the madness, stick around long enough to become a part of it. Wandering the busy streets can actually become quite addictive.

DISHES:

HOTPOT

Is a dish to tell apart real Chinese food lovers. If you really appreciate hotpot rather than just ordering fried rice, chow mein, and dim sum all the time, you are truly a Chinese cuisine fan.

The secret of whether a hotpot is good or not lies in the broth, in which all the meat slices and vegetables are cooked. Normally you get to choose your own broth flavor, such as mushroom,tomato,original,or spicy. But still the flavor can b different according to the sauce you choose to go with the meat. There are hundreds of kinds: a classic one is peanut butter with smashed garlic and chopped onion dressed with sesame oil.

#brokensplendor- blog

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pocket-luv101 · 5 years

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Across Time || Chapter 9

Fandom: Servamp Ships: KuroMahi (main), LawLicht (side) Characters: Kuro, Mahiru

Summary: Mahiru falls into a well and is taken to a new, fantasy world. He comes across a half-blooded cat demon trapped in a tree. After he frees Kuro, he helps him collect the shards of the sacred jewel. (KuroMahi, InuYasha AU)

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5 || Ch.6 || Ch.7 || Ch.8 || (Ch.9) ||

“We should hurry to the next village before it gets dark.” Kuro said and glanced at the sun. His behaviour was strange and Mahiru thought he appeared nervous. Usually, he would walk at a leisurely pace but now he seemed impatient to react the next village. He wanted to ask him if there was something on his mind. “Hopefully, they have an inn.”

“I don’t mind sleeping under the stars another night.” Mahiru enjoyed camping with him. He noticed how Kuro’s brows furrow and he wanted to ease the lines from his face. He stopped himself because he didn’t know if Kuro would be comfortable with him touching him so casually. “I still have a lot of cup noodles left we can eat so food won’t be a problem.”

“I think we should sleep in a proper bed for once. You always lecture me and say we shouldn’t have noodles so often.” He said, confusing Mahiru more. Since he introduced him to the food, Kuro would ask him to make noodles every night. He stopped when Mahiru placed his hand on his arm. Concerned filled his brown eyes when he looked up at him.

“Is there a reason you don’t want to camp outside tonight? Is there a dangerous demon in the woods? I’ll understand so please tell me. I’m just going to worry myself more if you keep it to yourself.” Mahiru wanted Kuro to be comfortable enough to talk to him. He didn’t know how much he should push him though. “Do you know something about this forest?”

“Not the forest but the…” He trailed off, not knowing how much more he should say. Kuro was afraid he would change his mind about him. Mahiru accepted that he was half demon and didn’t judge him for that. Yet, there were things that he hadn’t told him. He didn’t want anyone to overhear their conversation either. “I’ll tell you when we’re alone and safe.”

“Okay.” Mahiru was a little disappointed that he didn’t tell him what was on his mind. He thought that they were growing closer after everything they’ve been through over the past couple weeks. At least Kuro promised he would explain everything later. “I don’t sense the shard ahead of us. This might be an uneventful day. We haven’t had one of those in a while.”

“I wouldn’t mind if we can have more days like this.” He looked forward but he stared at Mahiru in the corner of his eyes. Kuro enjoyed travelling with him and simply speaking with him. Even before he was cursed by his brother, he would often eat alone. He told Mahiru he loved his instant noodles but he also liked when he cooked.

A strong breeze passed them and Mahiru placed his hand over his shards. For a moment, he thought the breeze was created by a demon but nothing followed the wind. He let out a breath of relief and looked back to Kuro. A soft laugh escaped him when he saw the leaves in his hair. He reached up and said: “Hold still, Kuro. You have so many leaves in your hair and you look like a tree.”

Mahiru gently picked the leaves that had blown into his ghostly, blue hair. His fingers brushed against his ears and they wiggled slightly. “Are you ticklish?”

“Do you need another way to subdue me when you can already use an enchantment?” It wasn’t a direct answer but Mahiru learned something new about him. He smiled to himself and tickled his ear again. The action made the corner of Kuro’s lips lift into a smile. Mahiru thought his smile was endearing. Something caught Kuro’s attention and he said, “I can hear bells but it’s not the charm you gave me.”

“Do you think it’s a traveller or a demon?” His senses weren’t as sharp as Kuro’s so he didn’t know the direction of the sound. He looked around them but there wasn’t anyone nearby. He remembered how uneasy Kuro was earlier and he wondered if it was related. Mahiru couldn’t feel the presence of a jewel fragment so he thought it would be better to run if it was a demon.

When the wind blew again, he noticed a bell hanging from a tree. Mahiru walked to it and lightly took the sacred sutra into his hand. He recognized the spell written onto the paper because his family owned a shrine. His uncle would often hang them around their home. He looked beyond the tree and saw that there were more. He followed the charms until they were standing in front of a staircase.

“It looks like a shrine. The map didn’t show a shrine in this forest. How about we go investigate? Maybe they will let us stay and we don’t need to rush to the next village.” Mahiru suggested. Before he could answer, he took Kuro’s hand and lead him forward. He was curious about the shrine. While he didn’t sense a jewel shard, something drew him to it.

“You like to decide everything on your own. Sometimes, it’s better to let things be. Can’t deal.” He said but he followed him up the stairs. Kuro moved closer to his side and he reached his hand towards him. For a moment, Mahiru thought he intended to wrap his arm around his waist. The thought made his heart quicken but he didn’t pull away. He placed his hand on Mahiru’s bike. “I’ll carry this for you. Climbing a thousand steps is already troublesome without this thing.”

“Oh,” He didn’t know why he felt a little disappointed. He knew he should’ve been thankful that he was being considerate. Mahiru handed the bike to him and Kuro effortlessly lifted it onto his shoulder. He carried both his bike and heavy bag and it reminded him of how strong Kuro was. He remembered the times he carried him on his back.

“I hope they won’t turn us away because I’m half demon. The only thing worse than climbing all these steps is going down them.” He said. Mahiru giggled when he would’ve been irritated before. After spending time with him, he learned that he often complained but it was mostly words. Kuro was a reliable person and he would go out of his way to help people.

“They won’t turn us away. If they do, I’ll give them a very long lecture about hospitality.” Kuro could easily picture him lecturing monks and chuckled at the image. He hoped they would find a safe place to stay before it became dark. He looked up at the sun that would be setting soon. “I live in a shrine so I rarely visit them. I’ve been away from home so it’s nostalgic to see one again.”

They reached the top of the stairs but there weren’t many people like he expected there would be. He placed the bike down and asked: “Where are the caretakers and mikos?”

“Maybe the shrine is abandoned. The building looks old but we can stay here for the night. We should look around for wood to make a fire.” Kuro nodded and followed him towards the entrance. While the shrine was abandoned, he could see that Mahiru was very respectful of the building. The door appeared like it would break easily and he slid it open carefully.

They stepped inside and Mahiru looked around the empty room. He left the large doors open so sunlight and fresh air could enter the shrine. Mahiru wondered if the shrine’s residents simply moved to a new place or if something forced them to leave. On the alter, he found a few scrolls. “If these are sacred text, we should take them to another shrine for safe keeping.”

“They didn’t take these scrolls with them so they might not be important.” Kuro unfurled one. The scroll was filled with illustrations. He skimmed the text and said, “It looks like a training regimen to help strengthen your spiritual power.”

“This picture…” Mahiru ran his fingers over the image of an archer with a glowing arrow. He thought of the bright light that appeared in their previous few fights. “Spiritual power. I never understood what that light could be but this might be the answer! These scrolls might help me become stronger and I’ll be able to help you in battles. I’ll go over these scrolls after you give me another lesson on fighting.”

Mahiru had asked Kuro to spar with him and teach him how to fight every week. He didn’t want his weakness to hold him back. Kuro leaned closer to him so he could read the scroll. They were so close that he could feel his breath brush his cheek. “According to this, your power is connected to your will, compassion and heart. I don’t someone more stubborn than you.”

“Is that your way of telling me that I have a strong will? You need to work on your wording.” Mahiru knew what he truly meant and smiled softly. He saw strength in him and he wanted to meet those expectations. He rolled the scroll and tucked it into his bag. “We fought and trained a lot so let’s use today to rest as much as we can.”

“I have been suggesting that for days now. I’m glad you finally agree with me.” Kuro said but there was a hint of worry in his eyes. He looked back towards the sunset and hoped the night would pass peacefully.

“Kuro, you can’t sleep with your blanket over your head. You’re going to overheat.” Mahiru warned him. They laid out their sleeping bag in the main room to sleep for the night. He wanted to stay up a little longer to read the scrolls. Once he learned about spiritual power, he could practise it better. His eyes wandered to Kuro next to him.

“Should you be reading so late at night?” He asked after he lifted the blanket slightly. Mahiru could only see his red eyes in the small gap beneath the covers. “It’s a new moon so there’s very little light for you to read. You should be resting too.”

“I’m fine. I won’t be up much longer and I lit these candles so I can read.” Mahiru brushed away his worry. “You seemed uneasy this morning. You said you’ll tell me about why.”

“… This place reminds you of your home. Do you miss it?” He asked. Mahiru questioned if that was what was truly bothering him earlier. He seemed distracted even before they found the shrine. Even though that thought passed his mind, he didn’t confront him with them. He trusted Kuro and he likely had a good reason he didn’t want to tell him right away,

“Sometimes I would miss my Uncle and home. But I’m never lonely because I have you.” Mahiru put aside the scroll and laid down. He rolled onto his side so he could smile at Kuro. He was still hidden beneath his blanket so he couldn’t see him. “What about you, Kuro? Do you have anyone you miss?”

“My parents died long before I was pinned to the tree so my siblings are the only family I have left. I have seven siblings. You already met one and I doubt you’ll want to meet the others. I don’t know where they are now or if they feel the same as Tsubaki.” Mahiru wanted to comfort him and held out his hand to him. He lightly placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Most people don’t hold grudges for as long as Tsubaki has. Maybe one of your siblings has forgiven you and you can talk to them. It’s weird speaking to a blanket so can you come out and talk with me?” He went to poke Kuro playfully. Mahiru paused when a butterfly landed on his finger. He thought its wings appeared strange and he could see his reflection in them. “What is this?”

The butterfly began to multiply and he was quickly overwhelmed by them. In his shock, he let out a small yelp. Mahiru heard fabrics ruffled and guessed that it was Kuro moving. He couldn’t see him because there were so many bugs butterflies between them. Blindly, he reached through the wall of butterflies to take Kuro’s hand. The moment he could feel his warmth, he dragged him away.

“I thought we would have a relaxing night but it looks like a demon is here as well. We didn’t sense anything before but those butterflies are strange. Can you smell a demon nearby?” The insects were swarming them and he wasn’t able to see Kuro clearly.

He took him into a room and closed the door behind them before the butterflies could enter. Mahiru took a deep breath and relaxed. “I like butterflies but those were too much. Did they seem strange to you too, Kuro? Maybe they’re being controlled by a demon.”

“I didn’t get a good look at them.” Kuro eased his blanket off his head and Mahiru’s eyes widened. At first, he didn’t recognize him. His hair was now black and he no longer had cat ears. He ran his fingers through his dark hair to search for his ears. “Can you stop staring at me like that? You’re not going to find my ears. I’m human now.”

“What do you mean?” Mahiru hands dropped from his hair. His eyes were still the same and he focused on their red hue. “Is this the reason you were so nervous this morning?”

“Half demons like me will have certain triggers that will bring out our human or demon side.” Kuro explained. He could see how confused Mahiru was and Kuro wished he had the courage to explain it to him earlier. “On the first new moon of the month, I will be a human until the sun rises again. Since we’re more vulnerable as a human, half demons rarely tell others when they become human.”

“But I’m not like the others, Kuro!” He yelled and his voice was a mixture of hurt and anger. Mahiru’s hands tightened on his lap. “We’re a team. You should’ve told me about this earlier. I never would’ve insisted we investigate this shrine if I knew you were going to lose your power. I thought we were friends but you can’t open up to me.”

“Mahiru, I’m sorry. I never had someone to rely on before you.” He said softly. The remorse in his voice made Mahiru forget his anger. Kuro wasn’t able to finish his apology before there was a strong gust of wind. The doors blew open and a butterfly demon stood over them. He wasn’t able to sense it earlier because its scent was sweeter than other demons.

Kuro cursed softly and pulled him away from the demon. Even though he didn’t have his powers, he wanted to protect Mahiru. The butterfly created powerful gales of wind that cut like razors. They dodged its next attack and ran out of the room. He felt Mahiru tugged on his hand lightly. “We need to go back to the main hall for my arrows. Running will be too dangerous because there are more demons in the forest. Thinking simply, we should stay and fight. It’s my turn to protect you now.”

Kuro didn’t know how to respond to his words and resolve. For most of his life, he fought alone without anyone to depend on. Warmth filled Kuro’s chest but there was a hint of dread as well. He didn’t want Mahiru to be hurt protecting him. As he hesitated, Mahiru took Kuro through the hallways.

It was difficult for them to find their way around the building with so many butterflies around them. They blocked their vision but they managed to return to the main room. Mahiru grabbed his quiver and pushed Kuro behind him. He lifted his arrow and aimed it towards the door. “Stay behind me, Kuro.”

“I wasn’t planning on standing in front of your arrow. I’m going to borrow one though.” Kuro slid an arrow out of his quiver. He couldn’t use his claws or fangs but he refused to make Mahiru fight alone. The demon was strong enough to mask its presence. He hoped they could ward off the demon until morning when his demon powers returned.

The panels above them began to rattle before they fell down over them. He jumped aside from the falling debris and hastily aimed his arrow at the ceiling. Mahiru cursed when butterflies burst out of the opening. He couldn’t see if the demon was hidden among the butterflies and he didn’t want to waste his arrows on small bugs.

“I heard tales of a half demon and human collecting jewel shards. I didn’t think it was true that a demon would travel with a human until I saw you two enter the shrine. How fortunate for me that your demon is a human as well.” The butterfly demon landed in front of them. “Give me your jewel shards and I won’t eat you. I’ll simply transform you into servants like these butterflies.”

“These butterflies were once…” Mahiru wasn’t able to complete his sentence because the implication turned his stomach. His hands shook as anger rose within him. The demon laughed and waved her hands. A powerful gust of wind followed the motion and they were almost knocked into the air. The butterflies came between them and Mahiru desperately tried to grab Kuro’s hand.

He felt his fingers for a fleeting moment and then they were torn apart. Mahiru fell onto the ground but he recovered quickly. He called Kuro’s name and his heart dropped when he saw that the butterflies had lifted into the air. They circled Kuro until they created a solid cocoon around him. “What are you doing? Put him down this instant!”

He tried to call Mahiru’s name but he doubted he could hear him through the thick walls. Kuro slammed his fist against the cocoon. The air was toxic and his lungs began to burn. He could hear Mahiru’s voice beneath him. “I’ll get you down, Kuro.”

“A tiny human like you can’t do anything. Even if you free him before he turns into butterflies, the toxin will kill him. Now, hand over the jewel shards and I’ll make your death painless.” She flew beside Kuro. Mahiru lifted his bow again but he didn’t aim for the woman. He aimed for the base of the cocoon instead. His only thought was to free Kuro.

He focused on rescuing Kuro and a soft glow appeared around his arrow. He released his arrow and he thought he missed. The arrow struck the space next to the base of the cocoon. Mahiru nocked another arrow but then he saw the light from his arrow move over the cocoon. The silk walls sealing Kuro began to unravel and he fell out. Mahiru rushed to catch Kuro before the fall could hurt him.

He caught him against his chest and slowly lowered him to the ground. “Kuro, are you okay? Please, talk to me!”

Another blow from the demon’s wind almost tore them apart again but Mahiru clung to Kuro. He hugged him tightly and protected him. Kuro’s breathing was shallow but he helped him to his feet. Mahiru remembered that he saw a small stronghold where they could hide. He pulled his arm over his shoulder and ran from the demon. As he left the room, he grabbed his bag.

The stronghold was at the end of the hall and Mahiru ran to it as fast as he could. He was worried that the poison would flow through more of Kuro’s body if he moved too much. They managed to reach the room before the demon could catch them. The room was made of stone so it would be difficult for the demon to break through the ceiling again.

He lowered him to the ground and then searched the room for anything he could use to block the door. He pushed a few boxes in front of the entrance but he didn’t know if they would be effective. Mahiru returned to Kuro and folded his jacket into a pillow for him. When he knelt next to him, Kuro wrapped his hand around his wrist. “Stab my sword into the door’s frame and it’ll keep her from coming in.”

“Okay.” Mahiru didn’t question him before he pulled the sword from his waist. He followed his instruction and thrust the sword into the wood. The tessaiga was enchanted so demons couldn’t touch it. He rushed back to Kuro and searched through his bag. He didn’t bring medicine for poison but he hoped he would find something that could help him.

Tears of frustration filled his eyes and he tossed his bag to the ground. His hands tightened into fists and his nails dug into skin. After all the times Kuro had saved him, he couldn’t do the same for him now that he was human. His mind raced to find a way to cure the poison in him. He was pulled from his thoughts when cold fingers brushed against his cheeks. “Kuro, your hands are freezing.”

“Why are you crying?” He asked in a hoarse voice.

Mahiru didn’t know how to answer him because there were several reasons behind his tears. He was angry at his weakness and that he might lose Kuro. He placed his hand over Kuro’s and pressed it against his cheek more. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you.”

“I’ll be able to fight off this poison after the sun rises. I don’t know how long that will be but I’ll be okay. Don’t cry.” His tears pulled on Kuro’s heart and he didn’t want to see him so sad. Mahiru took out a napkin and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead. “You smell nice, Mahiru.”

He wasn’t certain if the poison made Kuro delusional but Mahiru blushed. He placed Kuro’s head on his lap so he would be comfortable. The scroll rolled out of his bag and lightly bumped against his foot. In the corner of his eyes, Mahiru read the text. Send your spiritual power through the person’s body to purify the poison within them.

Hope swelled in Mahiru and he picked up the scroll to read over the instructions. He wasn’t certain how he could summon his spiritual power though. The other times he used his spiritual powers, it had been unconscious. Mahiru cupped Kuro’s cheeks and closed his eyes. He thought of the other times the glow appeared and how each time he wanted to save others.

A warmth flowed between them and Mahiru opened his eyes. His hands were glowing lightly and Kuro seemed to be breathing easier. As relief flooded over him, a smile spread across his face. He was resting on his lap so Mahiru couldn’t hug him like he wanted to. He grabbed Kuro’s hand and squeezed it gently. “Does it hurt, Kuro?”

“It’s warm.” He mumbled before he closed his eyes. His breathing became even and Mahiru knew that he was sleeping. He had a peaceful expression and he wasn’t in pain. Mahiru ran his fingers through his dark hair where his ears would usually be. He was more vulnerable as a human but he still tried to protect him. Guilt clutch at his heart but he concentrated on healing him.

Mahiru leaned down and kissed his forehead softly, “I’ll become strong and protect you, Kuro.”

Mahiru leaned against the wall and slept soundly. The sounds of the doors rattling the door woke Kuro alone. He looked down at his claws and knew that it was morning. He was careful not to move him as he sat up. He used a lot of his energy to heal the poison in him. They were both exhausted after the ordeal. Yet, Kuro forced himself to stand.

“Thank you, Mahiru.” He whispered. Kuro walked to the door and pulled the sword from the door. He wanted to defeat the demon before Mahiru woke. He deserved to rest. Kuro closed the door behind him and faced the demon. “You made Mahiru cry.”

#servamp #kuromahi #sloth pair #servamp kuro #mahiru shirota #fanfiction

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suave-bagel · 5 years

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A Mcyatta fic

That you can also read in AO3

We met

Summary:

After the events of reunion McCree meets a playful monk.

Ridding Ashe’s motorcycle was second hand nature to McCree. He had done it plenty of times in the old days, and the girl had kept this beauty in crisp condition. The painting was mostly new, save for a few hidden scratches McCree recognized as his own doing.

Sometimes he couldn’t be careful enough, and his life had always came in first, living meant the poor bike had to take some bullets for him. After every repair, Ashe requested not to repaint the bike entirely, leaving some patches untouched. She wanted McCree to remember she would never forget about any damage made to her property.

McCree noticed the photo Ashe had of them in the bike´s dashboard, and took it to see it for a few seconds without lowering his speed. He had enough memories to bother with a picture, so he let the wind take it away.

He saw a flash of grey in the corner of his eye and then he felt cold, a comfortable kind of cold against the bothersome weather of route 66. It didn’t made sense. And it was odd enough to make McCree halt, thinking something was wrong with him.

Then a thing caught up with him, and that fresh feeling increased.

An orb was floating at his side, attached to him and delivering that pleasant sensation.

“What the fuck.” He said in a low voice, only for himself to hear, and took the orb in his hands, it chimed like a bell.

He recalled the gray shiny thing he thought seeing a few miles away. The orb was a mystery, and that thing might be a clue.

“I don’t have time for this.” Yet, with a sigh, McCree went back. His curiosity wouldn’t leave him be if he didn’t.

It took less than a minute to find an omnic at the side of the road.

“Greetings.” Said the omnic, presumably looking at him. His faceplate had no eyes, only two thin holes and nine shiny lights in the shape of a square. His neck was being circled by other orbs like the one McCree had in his hands.

“Did you miss this?”

“Perhaps. And you might have lost this.” When the omnic opened his palm, a piece of paper slowly floated from it to the cowboy. It was the picture he just got rid of. “I’m glad my attempt to call for your attention worked.” The orb went back to join the others.

“I didn’t want this.”

“Littering is unwise.” Such a soft scolding made McCree chuckle.

McCree put the picture in his pocket, only to not dismiss the omnic’s words.

“Say, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in the middle of the desert?” He asked, forgetting completely about the urgent matter he had to attend.

“I was following my student. He was to meet a friend of his but in the way to the meeting place I saw a train wreck from afar. I believe we parted ways because I didn’t mention a thing. And he mustn’t have heard me leaving.”

“Why did you stop to give me a photo if you were in such a hurry?”

“Weren’t you in a hurry too?”

“Are you telling me meting this handsome man, was more important than looking after some huge accident?”

The omnic pretended to gasp and covered where his mouth would be with the tip of his fingers.

“I would never do such a thing.”

“Ouch.” This time it was McCree who made the omnic laugh.

“Don’t let your ego be wounded, cowboy-”

“Name’s McCree.” He interrupted, wanting for some reason for the omnic to use his name. “Jesse McCree."

“McCree. You may call me Zenyatta.”

McCree took his hat off and pressed it against his own chest.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zenyatta. I believe you were about to praise my looks.“ He winked.

The omnic moved his shoulders in a silent laugh.

“Unnecessary, now that you know my intentions.”

McCree put his hat back on and pouted playfully.

“Aw, c’mon. Don’t leave a man hanging.”

“Perhaps I could praise you, if you were to make me a favor.”

“Hmm, tempting. Name your price.”

“You seem to have come from the train wreck itself. Could you tell me if someone needs assistance? You seem unharmed.”

“Well, I wouldn’t advice you going that way. But no. That was a cargo train. No passengers, human nor omnic.”

“I understand. Then, I am not required.”

McCree thought for a moment. The omnic didn’t look that sophisticated and didn’t seem to be carrying any communication device.

“Zenyatta, do you have any way to go back to that student of yours? Where was he going?”

“I didn’t ask. I was merely following.”

“And yet you wandered off? Pretty ballsy.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time our paths divert. It will not be the last. If fate commands it we will see each other again. If not, we will eventually reunite in Nepal.”

“Nepal?” Everything fell into place suddenly. No need to be a genius to figure it out. “You are a monk?”

“I am.”

McCree flushed, embarrassment showing brightly on his face.

“And here I am flirting.”

The monk tilted his head slightly to the side.

“Is that what you pass for flirting? I expected more from a cowboy.”

“Don’t be cheeky.” He said with a smile. He remembered then the urgent matter he had forgotten. But an omnic this tiny, this frail, and over all, a monk, was not to be left alone in the middle of the highway. “Hop on.” He invited without thinking. He realized he hadn’t explaining his intentions to the monk. He was about to elaborate when the bike moved a bit as the omnic took his place behind him.

“Where to?” Zenyatta asked, hugging McCree’s waist against him. For security, McCree thought. His tone suggested he didn’t care for the destination, and that made the cowboy shudder. McCree started the motorcycle again, speed up, making the monk held tighter.

“I’m… also about to meet a friend too but, let me take you with me, after that, my time will be all yours.”

“Your flirting is improving, but lacks of charm.”

“Baby, you haven’t heard my best material.”

“Would you use it on a monk?”

“Don’t use the monk card when you are the one leading me into it.”

Zenyatta giggled softly. “I kid. I am very interested in knowing your true charms.”

McCree whistles.

“Do you pray with that mouth?”

Zenyatta gave a small pat into McCree’s side. Playfully scolding him again.

“I was merely talking about the charms of your speech. But I won’t oppose if you wish to show me your charms on bed.”

“Don’t make me crash this bike, darling!”

The rest of the way to the meeting place continued just as playful. When they arrived, the two of them felt much more than strangers already. Maybe even friends?

“Weird. I was pretty sure we were late.”

“Could it be that your friend got lost?”

“Nah, he’s a smart kid. But now I’m not sure when he’ll arrive.”

“I have no hurry. If that is what is worrying you.”

“I didn’t thought we’d be stagnant, I didn’t even packed my cards.”

“I can think of other ways to make time pass by faster.”

“I’m all ears.”

….

By the time Genji arrived, the night was only a few hours shy of its end. He was out of breath and worried to the core. He was on his way here when his master disappeared, and then spent the rest of the day searching for him until it occurred to him that McCree could help him out.

When he crossed the door to the only room in the accorded hideout, he saw his master in a sofa wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and a shirt that was lying over his crotch covering it. McCree was asleep on the floor beside him, naked, and with very clear stains and marks that revealed what had happened. Zenyatta spoke:

“Howdy, Genji.”

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