#xs verse

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@evilspicer gets a Xiaolin Showdown starter

Rowan lies back on warm rock and inhales from his cigarette. Everyone at the temple keeps insisting that he quit but its one of the only things that ever manage to calm him. He’s had to get creative about where he smokes, though, at least to stop everyone from their constant nagging. He has hiked partway up the mountain so he can recline in the sun and finally get a moments peace.

Rowan opens his eyes when he feels a shadow descend over him, expecting one of the monks have found him and are about to pluck the cigarette from his fingers. Instead, its some pale-ass red-head.

“You’re in my sun.” Rowan drawls and takes another drag from the cigarette.

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@zephyroftheorder replied (+)

   The mistletoes were either Omi or Boris’ bright ideas or both of their bright ideas. For the love of everything, he didn’t know about Boris but he was certain Omi was the living breathing definition of Asexual Aromantic so why hang them around the Temple? He knows it wasn’t Clay because he’ll get way too bashful and Kimiko’s too damn mature for that, and Rai wasn’t going to interrogate everyone.

  So Rai avoided them as best as possible, still getting flustered from time to time on intimate moments, especially with another man. He’s just about avoided every single one (including one in the corridor to his quarters) until he’s bumped comically into Rowan, gulping.

  “Sorry ‘bout that,” Rai grumbled, looking up. “…Oh… damn. Uh. Might want to look up, buddy.”

The fucking mistletoe is everywhere. Rowan had been tearing it down when he say it and had noticed Elise doing the same. Rowan doesn’t kiss. Elise does enjoy casual kisses but refuses to do so on demand. She also muttered some about the magic of the plant. Rowan didn’t care. He was just glad someone else was removing the fucking shit. Yet somehow there’s always more just around the corner.

In his irritation, Rowan doesn’t notice Raimundo until they’ve collided. He growls with frustration but manages not to snap at the other monk. When he looks up, however, it takes every inch of Rowan’s limited self control not to hit something.

“I am going to murder whichever one of those fucking globes did this.” Who else could it be other than Omi or his little clone who Rowan hasn’t bothered remembering the name of. “I don’t do kisses.” Rowan folds his arms, daring Rai to argue.”

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@crook-for-hire replied (+)

“Hey there, stranger. You come here often?” Julie lounges ‘provocatively’ on the temple wall, cocky grin on her face.

“Funny catching a monk- you’re a monk, right? Funny catching a monk like you in a place like this.” She’s literally at a xiaolin temple. But that’s neither here nor there. She appears to have a bag of something beside her on the temple wall, partially covered by her lazily splayed out laying pose.

“Anyhow… Got a present for you guys~. It’s really great, I promise.”

Rowan stops walking and looks at the woman lounging on a temple wall. He looks her up and down, convinced this is supposed to be seductive for something. Rowan really doesn’t understand the attraction most men have to women.

He walks closer and pushes the woman off the wall. Rowan grabs the bag she was referring to and carries it off. He’ll go give it to the boss or something.

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💦 zephyroftheorder, for Rowan (It had to be done)

SEND ME 💦 FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS WALKING IN ON THEM MASTURBATING AND MOANING YOURS NAME.

It was so difficult to get a moments privacy at the temple. There were always people about, chores to do, training to be done. The monks’ quarters didn’t allow for any privacy either since they were just little cubicles with hardly a wall between them.

Rowan finally finds himself with a moment alone when he finishes up training and gets to the bathhouse before anyone else. He thinks Omi had challenged Rai to a mock showdown or something and Clay was officiating, so Rowan finally had a moment to enjoy himself alone; which meant laying back in the hot water and teasing his fingers alone the length of his cock.

He leans back, stretching out across his seat, and thrusts lazily into his hand. He thinks about their training session, Raimundo, shirtless and sweaty and commanding. Rowan had wanted to fuck him right then and there.

Having a moment alone was nice, Rowan decides, but maybe it would be better with Rai here. He’d take his time, washing away the dirt and sweat off Rai’s skin, then he’d lean Raimundo over the lip of the bath and fuck him hard.

Rowan moans as he imagines Rai’s tight ass around his cock, as he imagines Rai’s yelps of pleasure. “Yes, Rai.” Rowan purrs. He strokes his own neck while fucking his other hand. “Mmm, Rai, beg for me.”

Rowan hears a door close but doesn't think about it for a moment, continuing to stroke himself. When he looks up at sees Rai there, it feels like a blessing. "Oh god." Rowan says. "I hope it's only you. Get over here. I have fantasies that need fulfilling."

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❝ This might have passed a very pleasant evening had shit not gotten real. ❞ - For Rowan from zephyroftheorder

“GUIDE TO TROUBLED BIRDS” SENTENCE MEME

“When have we ever had a pleasant evening?” Rowan asks, dodging a ball of green fire thrown his way.

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🗜- Stuck in a trap for Rowan please. C:

SEND A SYMBOL FOR YOUR MUSE TO FIND MINE…

🗜- Stuck in a trap

Rowan has decided he really hates being a Xiaolin Monk. Sure, the metal manipulation is pretty sweet but there’s the whole living in the temple business and the fact that he’s a staunch Catholic. The old men lecturing him on the Xiaolin way just doesn’t sit well and his lifestyle choices - namely too much alcohol and cigarettes - doesn’t sit well with them.

The part he hates most, though, is that he’s currently stuck in some kind of trap.

It was supposed to be an easy retrieval of a Shen Gong Wu, not important enough to warrant them all going. It wasn’t even supposed to be important enough to be protected by anything. Now he’s hanging upside down with a rope around his ankle. A magical one, apparently, since he hadn’t been able to cut it with the metal from his bracelets he sharpened into knives.

He recognises the woman who stumbles across him but he can’t remember where from. “Don’t say a fucking word.” He tells her. “Just get me down.”

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ff+ Rowan and Raimundo :3

SEND ME “FF+” AND A CHARACTER NAME AND MY CHARACTER WILL REACT TO FINDING AND READING A GRAPHIC AND SEX-FILLED FANFICTION OF THEMSELVES AND THAT CHARACTER.

Rowan’s punishment for getting trashed and punching a hole through the temple wall was that he had to go through the archives and make sure every single item was filed in the correct place. Of course it was because, despite the look of him, Raimundo was actually big on research, good at it, and cared about the archives.

In the day and a half Rowan has been at it, he’s finally found one thing where it shouldn’t be. A handful of papers jammed in between some scrolls. He’s surprised to see that they’re in English and it makes him a moment to adjust from all the Chinese he’s been reading.

He recognises his name easily enough, which is enough to intrigue him, and he sits down to read it properly. Rowan’s eyebrows shoot up as the story - because its clearly a story - jumps straight into it. Raimundo spreading his legs as Rowan bends him over this very desk Rowan is sitting at.

It is like someone has climbed into one of Rowan’s dreams and extracted a fantasy of his. His ears redden as he realises that is possible with the Shen Gong Wu here. He would commit murder if something like that had happened, he doesn’t think its too likely, though. No one here was really that perverse. He wouldn’t put it past someone to write this just to get to him. That’s what’s got to be going on here, since he and Raimundo had both taunted the other in the past about a possible attraction to one another.

Rowan folds the papers roughly and storms out of the archives. He finds Rai meditating and tosses the paper into his lap. “That’s all very funny and perverted, you fucking weirdo.” He spits. Rowan doesn’t wait for a response but stalks back to the archives to finish his work.

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Raimundo had this very /very/ small flash of a fantasy in which Rowan spanks him, however Raimundo has since pushed that fantasy far, far away. (zephyroftheorder)

SEND IN THE DIRTY, RAUNCHY FANTASIES YOUR MUSE HAS HAD ABOUT MINE, ANON OR NOT, AND THEY’LL COMMENT ON THEM~

Rowan almost chokes on thin air and starts spluttering badly. Raimundo thought about what?! Immediately Rowan’s mind fills with his own fantasies. Fucking Raimundo would be really fucking amazing.