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Having had a chance to visit Japan once more had left Kimiko in high spirits, especially because they got to stop by her father's company again. They'd all got to meet them before, and unlike when they run into a certain cowboys family, things tended to go a lot better for them.

Kimiko's dad was always just a kid at heart; he was just as obsessed with technology, and games, as Kimiko was. He was totally where she got her own tastes from, and he was totally guilty of spoiling her - and the other monks as well.

It's where they got their little robots from, and this time, they were gifted with one of her dad's newest projects: Tamogotchi's. Little devices that allowed them to take care of a virtual pet. Kimiko's was extra special, as her pet had been programmed to look like a Panda - her favourite animal.

But that was a fact the others didn't need to know.

Overall, their venture to Japan had been one of the best. They had another Wu in their vault, and a great time hanging out at her dad's company again. Kimiko missed her home a lot, but those fleeting moments where she got to spend time, meant so much to her.

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It had been a couple of days since their stop in Tokyo. Things had been quiet, the monks actually having free time for once. It was a rare thing to have, and Kimiko knew no one was going to waste a single second of it.

Kimiko had a gentle smile on her glossed lips as she walked through the temples gardens; her head was gently bowed forward, blue eyes glued to the tiny screen of her Tamogotchi. Her thumbs gently pressed the buttons, as she fed her little pixel Panda friend.

Everything felt nice, calm, a slice of peace they all deserved...

Shame it didn't last long.

Kimiko picked up on the sound of footsteps running on top of the cement slabs that made the pathways. She glanced up, only to see Omi running directly towards her; he seemed panicked about something. Immediately, Kimiko's spine straightened; she hated seeing any of her pseudo-brothers panicked, but it hit harder when it was Omi.

Shoving her Tamogotchi into her robe pocket, Kimiko gave her fall attention to the youngest monk,

"Omi? What's wrong?"

The answer came quick, as Omi cried,

"Kimiko! Kimiko! My little friend has preished!"

Kimiko blinked; she didn't realise the little pixel pets of theirs could die. granted, it wouldn't be a permanent death - her dad was way too soft to have that be an element for anything he made.

"Oh, Omi, let me see."

Did Omi even know what death was?

It was a stupid thing to wonder, but she couldn't help but silently question it. So many of the older monks here were just that, old - incredibly old at that. They dealt with villains that had been around since Shen Gon Wu was first created.

She didn't want to ask directly, she didn't want to open up that door.

Looking at the screen, she felt her lips twitch, upon seeing the little pixel ghost. Kimiko hummed, pressing a few buttons, holding them down until the screen went blank, and a little egg popped up. That had Kimiko grinning, a silent sigh of relief leaving her lungs as she saw the egg hatched, and Omi's 'little friend' had reappeared. Young at that, but Kimiko knew Omi could be oblivious at times, and hopefully wouldn't notice the small discrepancy.

"Here, he's all better now."

Kimiko held out the small device, smiling more at the way Omi seemed to beam. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice, or ask how she had managed to make his, clearly dead, virtual pet better - because Kimiko had zero idea how to explain it without saying this was technically a different friend.

"Next time, try not to panic okay?" She told Omi gently, "Things will always get better in their own way."

Feeling proud, Kimiko watched as Omi went along his way, glued to his little piece of tech; one of the few modern things Omi had managed to understand quickly.

Texas seemed to be a common location for Wu, with how many times they seemed to find their way back to the state. Another Wu hunting underway. Aware of the location but not too sure where the artifact was just yet. And seemed Jack was in luck because his boyfriend was searching in the same area as he was. Even if Jack…wasn’t really looking like Jack atm. But if anything? It was a mistake with an unexpected perk. As he kept the fan in front of his face when making his way to the cowboy.

“Well what brings you here handsome” Jack asked in his Polly attempted surgary Texan accent, it should be all the give away Clay needed but just in case. Jack moved to snap the fan shut and sat in Clay’s lap.

Long red wing hair matched to his own shade of the bright red dye. And a more feminine westernized outfit as jack moves an arm to rest across Clay’s shoulders well aware his appearance would be questioned. “Looking for the Wu, tried to get in to areas that ‘men ain’t allowed,” Long story short I’m posing as a women to try and track down the Wu. Was about to give up and change then I saw you and ya know when do I have a chance to openly flirt with you like this?” Jack expresses. As he let his fringers play with the hair at the nape of Clay’s neck.

“You don’t always get to see me dolled up either, like what you see cowboy?” Jack teases just a little as he leans in and wishers against Clay’s ear “Wanna beak away for a stretch break? So I can take you for a round or two?”

The sun was scorching the Earth; the glowing star doing overtime as its rays beat down upon the Texan town the monks had found themselves in. Texas seemed to be a common place for Wu to be hidden, not that Clay was going to be complaining about that anytime soon. He'd always take any excuse to visit his home.

The monks had split up for the time being, searching through the various abandoned buildings. It didn't seem like there had been a soul here for eons.

Clay stepped into the saloon. Wooden boards creaked beneath his boots, and dust flittered through the air. There was a thick, musky scent, one that Clay was able to adapt to quickly. Living on a ranch gave him weird perks like that.

Humming to himself, he began to look around, though Clay doubted it would be here - unless it was buried beneath the rotting floor. Clay crouched down, attempting to force one of the boards up, curious to see what was going on beneath - it may give him a hint on to where to search in this place.

Clay's attempt at searching was cut incredibly short, by the sound of floorboards groaning behind him. In a flash, the cowboy was on his feet, ready for a fight, fists already up in defence. They lowered, slightly, upon seeing the person that had found him.

A woman, holding up a fan to cover up their face - excluding their scarlet red eyes. Eyes Clay was sure he had stared into often. Their hair was long, and bright red, and their outfit was as Western as Clay's own. He wasn't sure if he was seeing things thanks to the Texan heat, or if the place was haunted. He wasn't sure which one would surprise him more considering all the things he dealt with.

Clay remained on the defence, though, he did dare to speak up,

"Uh...howdy?"

The woman answered, in a poorly attempted, overly surgary, Texan accent,

“Well what brings you here handsome”

Clay, immediately, realised it was Jack. It answered a lot of their questions, though, it did leave him with even more. He let out a silent sigh of relief, stance relaxing as he realised he wasn't suffering from some sort of heat induced delusion. the sound of Jack's fan snapping shut temporarily filling the air. Clay laughed gently,

"Oh, aint nothin' special darlin'," He played along, just smiling as Jack approached, "Just huntin' the same Wu I'm sure y'all lookin' for too."

Clay stepped back as Jack approached, the edge of a chair hitting the back of his knees. He moved to sit down, a blush rising to his face as Jack sat himself down onto his lap, their arm moving to rest across his shoulders. Instinctively, Clay moved to rest his hands on Jack's hips, fingers feeling over the soft fabric of their outfit,

"So, uh, y'all look real pretty," Clay smiled, "But I do gotta ask what's with the outfit choice?"

He imagines this was a question Jack was expecting, their explanation coming swift,

“Looking for the Wu, tried to get in to areas that ‘men ain’t allowed, Long story short I’m posing as a women to try and track down the Wu. Was about to give up and change then I saw you and ya know when do I have a chance to openly flirt with you like this?”

Clay supposed he should praise Jack for following the rules, in a sense; trying to pose as a woman to enter 'women only' spaces. Though, Clay can't help but smile at him, giving a small chuckle,

"Uh, darlin', as sweet as that is to, uh, disguise y'all'self an' all...but this place is abandoned; aint nothin' would'a 'appened if y'all went into the lady only places."

One of Clay's hands drifted down, moving to Jack's thigh. Feeling brave, the Cowboy began to drag his hand, up and down, over Jack's leg. Clay's voice dropped to a soft murmur,

"An' y'all right, we aint ever get chances like this."

Clay shuddered faintly, feeling as Jack's fingers began to play with the blonde hairs on the nape of his neck.

“You don’t always get to see me dolled up either, like what you see cowboy?”

Clay bit his bottom lip briefly, nodding his head. He could feel his face burning with a blush; surprisingly so, considering he could also feel the blood in his veins travelling down south. When Jack leaned in, Clay swallowed thickly, body briefly tensing as their lips whispered against his ear,

“Wanna beak away for a stretch break? So I can take you for a round or two?”

Clay's eyes widened, face a deep shade of red, near enough the same colour as his neck scarf. He stumbled out a few words; nonsensical at best - though that wasn't saying much. Some part of his brain managed to get itself working though; shame his second head was the one in control,

"Yanna, ol' saloons like this ten' to have bedrooms upstairs."

Clay knew it was for the landlords, these buildings acting as both home, and work. He also knew that they were sometimes rented out for working women, but he kept that bit to himself.

"Maybe we coul'... search there for that Wu?" He hummed, doing his best to play into the situation.

Course, they both knew no Wu hunting would be happening between them for a good while; proven further when Clay tilted his head back, and managed to captured Jack's lips against his own. Lipstick smeared over his face, as mouths parted and tongues met. Clay moaned quietly into Jack's mouth, feeling their tongue curl effortlessly around his own. He tightened his grip, Clay's hand travelling back up towards their hip.

A sudden cough made Clay's eyes widen, lips immediately meeting Jack's own. He scrambled to pull them closer, ensuring Jack's face couldn't be seen completely. Face red, lipstick staining Clay's lips, and teeth, the cowboy offered an awkward, embarrassed grin upon seeing the other monks had decided to enter the old saloon himself,

"Ah-hah, howdy y'all," Clay's voice shook slightly, as he tripped over his words, quickly spitting out some sort of explanation, "This is Jackie...short for Jacqueline."

He was just happy he managed to say Jackie, and not outright Jack.

"They're my girlfriend...I uuh...mentioned we were visitin' Texas an' 'ere we are..."

Despite the fact Clay was sweating bullets from being caught like this, somehow, by some miracle, his friends seem to believe him. He had no idea how he got away with this, but by the skin of his teeth, he had.

Kimiko said they hadn't had luck elsewhere, and were going to start combing the desert - it would be better to all do it, even Jackie could help if she wanted to. Clay nodded,

"I-I'm sure she'll be 'appy to help with Wu huntin'."

Course they would, considering Jackie was their worst enemy.

He let his eyes life up to Jack's face, Clay smiling awkwardly,

"C'mon darlin', lets mosey on outta 'ere huh?"

So much for them going upstairs for a stretch break; looks like they all got to get back to work. Shame, he knew they were both looking forward to their fun...

💞 romance clichés Casually continued this ask from December xD

Clay sat, silently, staring down at the ornament he had been working on. Jack's words rung in his mind; the rightful call out he needed. It was wrong of Clay to hide, but it was even worse to expect it from Jack. Even though, for Clay, it was about protecting the two of them... it still wasn't right.

After a moment, Clay gently placed the ornament down on the table. He pushed the chair back, legs dragging against the wooden floor. He didn't bother grabbing a jacket, not caring about the cold Texan night. Jack was supposed to be his priority, and he was going to make sure they knew it.

Opening the front door, Clay was hit with the immediate chill. He shivered to himself, before stepping out, letting it slam behind him.

He didn't need to search long, or far, until he found Jack. They were near the barn, hitting their vape; the scent had lead Clay right to him. The cowboy stood there for a moment, silently, soft blue eyes watching Jack. He's sure he can see tears in their eyes, or maybe it was just the glint of the moonlight locked in scarlet hues. Clay lifted a hand, and gently held the brim of his hat. He took it off slowly, lowering his head as he began to fiddle with his beloved accessory.

"Jack...darlin'?"

Clay spoke softly, but the quiet of the land made his voice clear.

"Can we talk?"

He moved forward, quick, to ensure Jack didn't try and get away from him. He'd understand why, but, this was important.

Standing next to him, Clay kept his head bowed, shame worn like a badge; a looming shadow that chained him in place.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, "It aint right of me to expect y'all, to make y'all, to hide who you are..."

Clay remained quiet, noting how Jack didn't even look his way. Yeah, he deserved the cold shoulder, Clay knew that. He also knew he only wanted to protect Jack from his parents bigotry, but in turn, he had hurt them instead.

Sighing softly, Clay placed his hat back on his head. He stepped even closer, frowning softly,

"I aint ashamed of y'all...or us..." Clay whispered, "I swear I aint."

Another step, and Clay dared to reach a hand out. Fingers delicately brushed against Jack's own, but they moved away. Clay felt his heart sink.

"Darlin', I love y'all, more than anythin'," he whispered, "It's just..."

Clay's voice trailed off, replaced by a silence that choked him. His gaze flickered to the floor, as if the dust held the explanation that was tied to the tip of his tongue. Clay could feel Jack's gaze on him finally, as if he could somehow read his mind.

Eventually, Clay found his words, as soft as they were,

"...I'm scared."

Clay Bailey? Scared?

It wasn't something that could be fathomed.

Clay Bailey, the cowboy that worked hard roping in Bulls all his life, the man build like an Ox himself, the man that acted defence, and easily took a punch, or pin, from people just as big as him...

Was scared?

What the Hell had him scared...? How did that relate to anything?

When prompted, Clay swallowed thick, and cast his gaze down,

"My daddy..."

His dad?

"I love y'all...but he'd never accept us," Clay made clear, "If he knew y'all were gay, that we're together, he'd never let us see each other 'gain," He voiced his fears, "He'd be angrier than a cat stuck in bath water."

The pieces were starting to click together, the puzzle forming.

"He'd hurt y'all, I know he woul'," Clay murmured, "He'd take me outta college, away from China, away from y'all...an' I can't...I can't risk that Jack."

His voice cracked, the fear making his voice waver. Tears threatened to well, but didn't spill. Clay did manage to lift his head, shining blue eyes meeting Jack's gaze at last. The cowboy lifted a hand, gently cupping their face. He dragged his thumb across their skin, just under their eye; somehow, he didn't smudge their perfect make up.

"I wouldn't know how to deal with the idea of us bein' apart..." Clay whispered, "I can't lose y'all..."

Clay was close as possible now, forehead pressing to Jack's own.

"I can't quit y'all Jack... I never will," He promised delicately, "I gotta protect y'all...an' I know it's wrong to make us hide, to make y'all hide the amazin' person y'all are...but I aint got any other way to keep y'all safe from my daddy..."

Clay's heart was in the right place, even if his methods weren't the best. He was so scared of losing someone he loved so much, he felt he had no real choice.

"Please," he near enough begged, "Jus' until we get back to the dorm, back 'ome."

Clay's eyes pleaded with them, anything to make this go smoothly. Thankfully, Jack seemed to agree, or, at least soften with their anger.

"I'll make it up to y'all darlin', I promise."

And to ensure Jack trusted in that promise, Clay tilted his head, and pressed his lips to their own - something he hadn't done since they got to Texas. It was warm, and lingered for as long as possible, Clay only pulling away to draw in a breath; before he captured their lips once more.

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Clay stares, blankly, and darkly, at Jack. A crooked smile tugs onto his face, Sibini pulling the strings; he knows Jack may like the sound of the answers, but they'd hate how it feels.

So for the sake of ease, I will just be referring to Sibini during this xD It may be Clay's body, but it's Sibini's actions u_u Heed the TW because Sibini is not a good creature.

💞 romance clichés

The silent Texan air was interrupted by the loud purr of a motorcycle engine, Clay speeding his way across the desert. Clouds of sand was kicked up behind the thick tires, and tracks were left behind. The air was cool, the sky clear, as a thousand stars blanketed the beautiful horizon. Clay kept his body forward, fingers gripping the handles as rubber pressed into his skin, as he drove himself and Jack through the empty Texan space. The wind smacked into his hat, the brim fluttering; it's why he kept his head down, to stop it flying away.

Clay did have a helmet, but he had given it to Jack to wear; he would much rather protect them than himself. His boyfriend would always be the priority; it's why he had taken them out for the night. He could feel the way their chest pressed to his spine, the warmth of their body seeping through his thick leather jacket and pooling within him. He loved the way they felt holding onto him like this; loved the way their fingers interlocked as their palms pressed against his stomach for safety. No feeling beat it for Clay.

There was no destination in mind, but a mere desire for fresh air, and some time alone. Clay knew the other Vipers wouldn't mind. They never would. He knew they could've just gone further into the mines for a moment of privacy, but there was no romance in that. The stars called his name; the fresh air demanded to be tasted. The desert called Clay's name, and Jack kindly came along with him for the ride.

The stars above flew by, a blur of white as Clay kept driving. It could've been ten minutes, it could've been over an hour, but soon, Clay finally decided to slow down. He felt they were far enough from the abandoned mines they called home; not that it mattered in the long run - there were no other souls for miles after all.

The dust cloud settled, and the engine's purring grew silence. Clay glanced around, smiling to himself. There was nothing and no one. There were stars above them, and Cacti with bright pink flowers blooming upon them. Even a few Texan bluebells were able to claw through the surface to greet the sun.

Sliding off his seat, Clay kicked out the stand so the bike could balance. He held out his hand to Jack, Clay smiling as their delicate fingers slid over his palm. He held the comfortably, assisting Jack off their chariot. Clay watched as they slid off their helmet, Jack's slicked back hair little messed thanks to it.

He only smiled at the gentle scolding Jack gave him about the fact Clay hadn't had his own. He knew they only said things like that because he cared about him. Clay cared about Jack more than anything too.

"Sorry darlin'," Clay apologised softly, "I'll make sure to borrow one of the fellas next time."

Or maybe, even better, he could get his hands on a new, nice one. He and Jack could spend an afternoon decorating it together even. Sure, Jack wouldn't get to use this hypothetical helmet all that often; Clay always preferred them to remain safe within the confines of wherever they called their home.

With them settled on the sand, Clay turned to his beloved bike. He fiddled with a few dials, aware that Jack was watching him. There was a crackle, paired with a cruel static, but it thankfully cleared - just enough to allow the sound of fingers plucking guitar strings to come through.

"Got Tech to install a radio," Clay idly commented, looking back to his boyfriend, "Thought it be nice to 'ave a lil' music."

Sure, there was barely any signal, but the delicate late night tunes would easily weave between the moments of silent comfort they shared.

Clay's lower spine pressed against the front seat of his bike, one hand moving to press against the back, fingers sprayed across the old, cracking leather. Jack took the invitation, sliding into Clay's side. The cowboy felt himself relax, the aroma of lavender that surrounded Jack tickling his nose, and making him feel light headed in all the perfect ways.

Only Jack ever had this effect on him.

They shared in whispered conversation, spoken words only the two of them could hear; even with them being so alone, they felt no need to disturb the World around them. Clay pointed out stars, wrote out constellations, and he and Jack made up their own.

The two spoke of the places they left behind, to the home they had now. Clay sombrely admitted how he missed the ranch, his sister, and sometimes wondered how things could be if he had been the chosen one...

But he always decided that being a Viper was better, because it meant he got to be with Jack, and Jack was all that mattered to him.

The minutes ticked by, their conversation carried by it. The radio still crackled here and there, but the music continued to struggle though. Eventually, Clay and Jack stopped speaking, just for a moment, a bit of comfortable quiet shared between the two star crossed lovers.

It didn't last long, as Clay began to hum along with the song being played. He could just about carry the tune, and if he had his guitar, he could easily play along. When asked about it, Clay responded quietly,

"It's that song, Hallelujah... was taught how to play it on my guitar by my grandpappy a while back."

Clay's voice may be quiet, but the pride still shone through,

"Been a long time since I heard it... must've been all the way back at this hoedown I went to b'fore even meetin' y'all."

The cowboy remembered it with a bitter fondness. Clay had enjoyed the music, seeing everyone dance, laugh, and have fun...but he had shyly remained in the corner for most of it. He only went because his mother had made him; fussing about how it'll do him some good.

He'd been uncomfortable, and awkward the entire time, turning down every offer to dance.

"Aint been to another one since, which aint a bad thing," He shrugged off, "First one weren't anythin' to brag 'bout, mostly stood in the corner."

When Jack asked why, Clay quirked his mouth,

"'Cause I didn't want my first hoedown dance to jus' be with anyone, I'm savin' it for someone special," he explained, "Someone that makes me smile, makes me happy..."

Clay tilted his head, blue eyes shining beneath his bangs of blonde as he looked at Jack, and drank them all in. His voice dropped to something akin to a murmur, doused in affection,

"Someone like y'all...someone that is y'all Jack..."

He saw the way he grinned, how their eyes lit up like the sun. Clay saw this all as his chance.

Standing fully, Clay stepped away, only to turn on the heels of his boots. He offered out his hand, calloused fingers slightly bent up as he did,

"May I 'ave this dance?"

His heart leapt up to his throat when Jack took his hand once more, there wasn't an ounce of hesitation on their part. Clay guided him closer, and like magnetics, their hands moved to where they needed to be. Fingers interlaced, while Clay's other hand found its home on Jack's hip; their body partially eclipsed by his palm.

Gazes met, and the music still played. Clay was careful, and as slow as molasses, as he began to lead their slow dance. Each step was as natural as breathing air, or calling Jack his 'darlin'.

At some point the song ended, but the dance sure didn't. The desert was their stage, and the night their audience. A few critters investigated the two, but they went ignored. Clay had his World in his hands, in front of him. At some point, his fingers freed them from Jack's, but only so he could wrap his arms around them inside. He needed to feel them as close as possible; he knew by the way Jack rested their head on his chest, that they didn't mind the change in position.

"I love y'all...more than anythin'..."

It didn't need to be said, but Clay loved saying it. If he were to die there and then, he wouldn't even know, because he was already in Heaven.

Songs faded into each other, their steps left marks in the sand. Neither knew how much time had passed, but at some point, the first slivers of sunrise began to bleed into the darkness of the skies. Stars disappeared into the approaching light, as the sun made itself known. An unknown voice interrupted whatever song was playing to announce it was the morning, and to welcome the early risers.

"Heh... guess we really danced the night away huh," Clay chuckled, "S'ppose we shoul' mosey on back before the fellas get too worried 'bout us."

Not that they would, they all knew Clay would fight to his final breath to keep Jack safe.

Reluctantly, he let Jack leave his arms; he immediately felt cold without them against his chest. Clay ushered them onto the bike, and picked up the helmet. He carefully slipped it over Jack's head, ensuring it was on properly, before taking his own seat. Clay grinned like an idiot as their arms immediately wrapped around him once more.

The radio was killed off, and the engine brought to life. Clay revved the engine, before kicking the stand back. He drove off forward, before turning the front wheel until they looped back onto himself. He went a little slower than before, wanting to savour this drive as long as humanly possible.

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"An' how exactly is any of this y'alls business?"

Sunlight was slow to filter into the quiet dorm warm, it's warmth cutting through the natural chill that had settled through the night. Clay shifted, not needing an alarm to wake up; his body simply knew when it was the crack of dawn. His eyes fluttered open, hazed blue hues immediately met with fiery red hair. A lopsided, tired smile tugged onto Clay's lips upon seeing it. It was nice, not only seeing Jack asleep, a rarity within itself, but having their body snuggled up to his own, wrapped in his arms, well, it made Clay's heart flutter.

He was so tempted to stay in bed, to enjoy the warmth of Jack's spine pressed to his chest. Sadly, for Clay, he had practice first thing that morning. Thankfully, it was the only class he had; he was happy Professor Young never scheduled classes on Friday. Shame Guan decided that means training had to start at six in the morning, and last four hours, but hey, it meant Clay got an early start to his morning.

Yawning quietly, Clay carefully moved. He brushed a kiss across Jack's temple; an angelic, delicate mark of affection that he's sure Jack felt - Clay's pretty sure he saw them smile.

As quietly as possible, Clay shifted free from the bed, the blanket slipping off his bare form. He and Jack had had quite the night; no wonder the red head was fast asleep for the first time in their life.

Lifting his arms above his head, Clay wandered into the bathroom. He kept his footsteps light, and closed the door behind him as quietly as possible; last thing he wanted was to disturb Jack during the only time he rested.

Slipping into the shower, Clay turned on the water. The warm water slammed against Clay's bare chest, and steam began to claw up the tiled walls. Clay breathed out a sigh, letting the grime of yesterday slowly disappear. He tilted his head back, just enjoying the silence of an early morning...

Until the door to the bathroom suddenly slammed open, hard enough to hit the nearby wall. Clay scrambled, grabbing the edge of the shower curtain, and using it to cover himself. His face burned red with an immediate blush, his head poking out as he subtly glared at Jack; who was busy at the mirror, applying their eyeliner,

"Jack what in tarnation y'all doin'?!" He exclaimed, "Aint ya never heard of knockin'! Dang it I'm tryin' to shower!"

Clay much preferred having his privacy respected. He was aware that he hadn't locked the bathroom door, but last he checked, Jack was fast asleep. He saw no reason to. Clay gripped the shower curtain harder, his face growing redder by the second; not out of anger, but embarrassment that Jack had stormed in while he was naked.

Jack seemed not to care about it though.

"Babe chill you litterally had your dick up against my ass like five mintues ago."

Clay stuttered over his words for a moment, because, that was true, he had had his member up against Jack just a moment or two ago,

"That's different," Clay eventually argued back.

He found himself shutting up when Jack looked over his shoulder, their eyes half lidded,

"besides with how often i'm taking your clothes off, I can see you naked anytime I want. With my eyes clothes."

Clay's lips turned into a tight frown, his eyebrows furrowing harder. Jack just smirked at him though, looking to the mirror as he started fixing his hair,

"And trust me i do that like 24/7."

"Still don't give y'all the right to storm into the bathroom while I'm in 'ere."

Clay wasn't sure what he disliked most in that moment; Jack's lack of shame, or the fact Clay himself was both wasting time, and water, by having this little spat. He did know he didn't like the fact he couldn't really elaborate on his dislike; he supposes it was a toss up between his current vulnerability, and the lack of manners Jack possessed.

Shaking his head, Clay opted now wasn't the time for an argument. He was already running late thanks to this, and he just knew Guan was going to be on his butt because of it,

"Look, jus' knock next time darlin', I do like 'avin' a lil' bit of privacy for myself."

With a soft huff, he tugged the curtain back, ensuring he was hidden once more. Clay kept his eyes towards the curtain though, watching Jack's silhouette as he awkwardly cleaned himself. He was just waiting for Jack to try and join him, despite having seen them put their make up on.

Though, he supposes he'd much prefer deal with an extra horny Jack, than the fact Coach Guan was going to have him run laps for hours after training ended for the fact he was going to be a little late thanks to this.

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"Can you tell Rai, that the next time he wants to know about these sort of things, he should just ask me himself?"

He didn't regret showing up though, least, he didn't think he did. He just regretted ever opening his mouth. It's why he didn't talk; half the time he either fumbled his words, or was made fun of for his words.

Thankfully, something he said shifted the subject of conversation, and even better, it was something that got Jack's interest: monkeys.

Everyone knew how much Jack loved the monkey staff, and Clay still had scars from the whole Jade monkey fiasco. He's also pretty sure he had seen Jack's name partially carved into the Wu; it wouldn't surprise Clay if that was something Jack had attempted to do.

He gave a breathless, short laugh as Jack stumbled over the longer word,

"Cercopithecoidea, yeah, aint sure why scientists insist on givin' things long fancy words like that," Clay agreed, "Monkey's a lot easier to say, an' mos' people would know what that means."

For once, Clay found himself agreeing to something Jack had said, and, thankfully, it got the conversation over his wallet to move on.

Though Jack shrugged his shoulders, Clay was sure he could see a spark in the evil geniuses red eyes as the animal was focused on. A spark that glimmered in his own blue hues when reptiles were brought up; granted, his long blonde bangs made it difficult to see it. He never knew Jack was into reptiles, though, their little Dinosaur gang he made with the Rio Reverso might've been a pretty big hint at that.

He grinned, looking at Jack as they went on, saying how he thought they ruled. One might thought Clay was sticking around due to social obligation; Clay was that sort of guy. He wouldn't even hit Ashley on the grounds she was a girl; Hell, he even felt bad when he had to hit Wuya, and she was evil to her cold, black core.

But Clay was enjoying the conversation, remaining quiet as Jack took the chance to speak. Occasionally, Clay was nod his head, or place a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He had no idea that Jack was anxious about this whole thing; that they were looking at angles to use social obligations to keep him around.

After all... Clay was happy to be here. He maybe did worry about being the only one to show up, there was always that thin chance this was a trap. Clay though, figured it wasn't. This was a genuine olive branch being held out by Jack, and Clay was taking it. This was painless, Hell, Clay dare it was fun almost. Hearing the faint passion in Jack's voice, over something as simple as an animal.

Turned out there was more to the evil, wanna-be ruler of the World, than just, well, evil.

Sadly, the sudden rambling came to a screeching halt. Clay felt his smile falter a little; he didn't understand why Jack just...stopped. The cowboy quirked his mouth, figuring that this must be his turn to talk,

"Yeah, monkey's are pretty interestin', the monkey staff too - though, I aint ever used it," Clay confessed, "I usually jus' use the Fist of Tebigong, or Third Arm Sash."

Those were the ones he was always left with, not that Clay minded, he used them well after all. A part of him just wished he would get the chance to try something else out for once; or, more than once. He's pretty sure he could count on his fingers the times he used the Golden Tiger Claws, or Star Hanabi - something that was once in his family.

"I'm more of a reptile fella myself; Texas got over a hundred an' seventy native species to it."

That Texan pride of Clay's immediately began to shine through at the mere mention of his home,

"Turtles, snakes, lizards - if it got scales, we probably got 'em."

Though, dragons were pretty new to Clay - least, the flying sort.

"The ranch always had lots of critted about; greater earless lizards, roundtail horned lizards, collared lizards... lotta lizards, snakes too, especially the Western Diamondback, venomous lil' critters - been bit one too many times by 'em for comfort."

Clay chuckled softly at that. Sure it had been bit by a venomous snake, but it was rare to die by them. He took another bite of his ice cream, not wanting it to melt anymore than it had.

It was in that brief moment of silence, that Clay realised how much he had talked in that moment. He hadn't been interrupted, spoken over, or had someone tease him for his accent. It was a foreign, yet, nice feeling - to have his voice heard. Yet Clay also felt...awkward. As if he had done something wrong. Clay shuffled awkwardly on his seat, a hand reaching up to tug his hat down, a common sign that Clay felt embarrassed by something - this time it was himself.

"Yeah, reptiles are great, though don't think Dojo would appreciate me rockin' up to the temple with one," Clay muttered, in an attempt to keep the conversation light, "Texas got it all, 'cept Monkeys, heh, guess that's y'all reason to dislike the place."

Even if the idea that someone could dislike Texas seemed completely wrong to Clay, but, he was trying to get over his own hiccup.

A silence returned, one that was awkward, and suffocating. Clay listened to the soft chatter of the other patrons going about their day. Clay wasn't good being in social situations like this. A life of solitude did that to a guy.

Tapping his fingers against the table, Clay hummed, trying to think of something, anything, to say,

"Soooo uuuh..."

Clay briefly bit his bottom lip, hating how bad at this he was,

"Those robots y'all make a pretty impressive."

It wasn't a lie, though Clay probably shouldn't be admitting to it. The things Jack could make out of nothing were something to be admired,

"How'd y'all get so good at it, makin' 'em I mean?" He asked, "I learned 'bout mechanics from 'avin' to fix the tractors back 'ome."

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for each 💋 ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse.

"What is with you mortals and your obsession with intimacy? It's bad enough listening to Jack gush over Clay every other breath."

“i don’t feel too good” Jack said, looking down eyes shaking at the sight of blood. Before looking up to Clay, never once thinking he ever be touched let alone have a blade turned on him

“please don’t leave me”

This was his job, this is what he had signed himself up for, to protect a spoiled brat, and make sure no harm comes their way. In exchange, he got to see somewhere that wasn't Texas. Course, Clay loved Texas; he'd kiss the ground, and hug a cactus to prove as such. But the different breath of air was certainly something to behold, and despite how much of a thorn in his boot Jack was, Clay would argue this was all worth it.

Even when the more dangerous side of things reared their ugly heads, and made themselves known.

It was a rare time Jack had wanted to go outside; not for a walk, not for anything healthy - but to get ice cream. Jack off-handed said he'd pay for Clay, as if Clay didn't have to follow their every step like their own shadow.

The free treat would be nice.

Their little walk down towards the ice-cream parlour soon turned as sour as spoiled milk, when some stranger approached. Clay immediately felt his back straighten, the hair on the back of his neck bristling, at just seeing them.

Then they opened their mouth, and every alarm rang out in Clay's mind. Whatever the stranger was saying was muffled to Clay, and so were Jack's retorts. It seemed the two of them knew each other; Clay's guess was they were an ex-employee.

One that was clearly pissed off with their termination, and wanted revenge.

The second Clay saw the glint of metal, he moved.

It happened in a flash, the stranger pulled a blade, and Clay was slamming himself into them. He didn't mean to push Jack back, nearly knocking them down to the floor. A bruise on their ass was better than a blade in their flesh.

Clay felt hot liquid pouring from his arm; crimson dripped to the sidewalk. His hands grabbed at the attacked wrists, so tight he was sure bruises would be left. They hit the floor in their scuffle; Clay didn't want to get too violent, it wasn't his way - but he had no choice but to sock the stranger in the jaw with a hard punch.

More blood spilled, a tooth escaped the attackers lips. Clay's pretty sure he broke their jaw. Another slash, another bite. Dirt covered Clay's skin as it grazed. Through the struggle, the attacker lost their weapon, but managed to get free from beneath Clay - a surprise, considering he was built like an Ox.

Clay panted hard, watching as the stranger sprinted off, having clearly not expected for a fight.

Carefully, Clay got onto his feet. He glanced to his arm, noticing the large gash; thick, and deep - that would need a doctor to stitch up.

The cowboy didn't care about his own injuries though, he was second in line when it came to concern.

Boots scraped on the floor, Clay turning slowly to look at Jack. He offered a lopsided smile, a painful one was a bruise was already blossoming on his cheek,

"Y'all alright boss?"

Clay felt stupid for asking, but he had no idea what to say.

“i don’t feel too good”

Clay's eyes widened slightly at Jack's response. He took in the way they looked down at the blood staining the floor; red hues shaking. Clay stepped forward immediately, large hands reaching out and grabbing Jack's wrists. He lifted them up, and began to look over them, terrified that they had somehow gotten hurt through out the entire ordeal.

He was relieved to see there was no physical injury.

"We should get y'all home, or leas', back to the office...we can do an ice cream run another day."

Clay let go of them, ready to walk, planning to remain in front now, just in case the assailant came running back.

“please don’t leave me”

He paused mid-stride, looking back to Jack immediately. Clay hadn't intended to make them think he was leaving them. He turned fully, making sure to remain close,

"I aint goin' no where boss, not now, not ever."

Clay shifted back, until he was right next to them,

"I'm stayin' at ya side, no matter what," Clay reassured, "C'mon, let's mosey on back to the office - I won't let anyone get near y'all."

He could tell Jack was still shaken up, but Clay did what he was hired to do - what he had to do. He protected Jack, and he constantly would do. He'd stay at their side, protect them as much as he could. His injuries would heal, but the pride of a tarnished job record wouldn't.

Nsfw/Smut Emoji Prompts

"Darlin', why ask all these questions, when I can jus' show y'all instead?"

Much like with the shorter nsfw meme, most of these should apply to both the good!jack verse, and normal Jack, but if for any reason there's a difference, I'll be sure to point it out xD

💞 romance clichés

Clay didn't like this; he couldn't even pretend to try and like this. Jack had hinted, not very subtly, that he wanted to come along with one of their hustles, and for whatever reason, Clay had agreed.

What could he say...he was soft, and weak, for a pair of bright, shiny, red eyes staring up at him. Clay really just can't say 'no' to him, no matter how badly he needed to. Maybe one day he'd find his backbone again.

For now though, he had an over-excited Jack sat on his bike, fussing over him. Well, Clay supposes he couldn't be upset about the fussing; he did enjoy the attention Jack gave him all the time.

Ben, Tech, and Dan were all inside the random store they had discovered. They were a good few miles from any civilisation, not another soul in sight. Clay wasn't worried about anyone hurting his Sugarcube out here; no one would, there was no one here. Even if they were somewhere more crowded, Clay knew he'd fight anyone that even dared to get too close.

Still, Clay remained close, acting as an oversized guard dog for his beloved. He had even taken his hat off, slipping it onto Jack's head to help protect them from the sun.

Clay loved Texas, but fuck it was too hot sometimes. Why he preferred it at night; when the air grew chill, and a million stars decorated the sky. Maybe the next time Jack convinces him to come along on a heist, he'll plan it for night time.

Breathing out a sigh, Clay turned, looking away from the store the fellas were currently working their way through. His gaze rested upon Jack, who was perched on Clay's bike,

"Sorry if this is to borin' for y'all," Clay shrugged his shoulders slightly, "Figured we'll do a...safer sorta one, for y'all first time."

Clay purposefully picked an easy one, and purposefully made sure Jack didn't set foot in the place.

Fully facing Jack, Clay's smile softened slightly, the sun glinting in his blue eyes. He leaned in closer, hands moving to rest on either side of their hips. He kept his voice low, yet warm, even has the faintest hum of fear laced his words,

"I know this is a 'safer' one, for us at least...but I still wish y'all stayed back at a hide out, where I know y'all outta any harms way."

He was scared, deep down. He lost his home, his family, his chances for a future...

And now whenever they were apart, he feared loosing Jack too. But even then, with Jack right here, in front of him, beaming brighter than any sun in the solar system, Clay held the same fear. They may be in the middle of no where, but it didn't mean Jack was truly safe. Any animal could come along and bite his ankle, any stray bullet could skim Clay's shoulder and slam into Jack instead.

Clay had no control out here. He couldn't command the Earth they walked upon like his little sister could. He couldn't make his father proud. The only thing he could do was keep Jack safe...but even then, the voice in the back of his head told him far different.

"Next time, y'all stayin' home..."

Not that what they called home was much more than some spider-webbed ridden, abandoned mine. It was barely anything really. But at least he would know where Jack was. Least he would know they would be okay; that there would be no variable that could hurt his beloved.

"Where I know y'all stay safe..."

He didn't outright say he was terrified of losing Jack, but it was pretty clear that's what was controlling him in that moment. Fear. Deep rooted, and venomous.

A hand rested upon Clay's cheek; he instantly leaned into the delicate touch. His eyes stared down at Jack, as he took in that smile...

Fuck that smile... it made his heart flutter, so much so he nearly missed the reassurance Jack gave him. Clay felt his face warm with a soft blush. He breathed out a slow sigh, murmuring,

"Y'all too good for me darlin'."

Clay was still scared. Petrified even. But the reassurance was enough to calm his heart for a moment. He still wanted them to remain home though.

"Though...think I'm gonna need a lil' more than those sweet words of y'alls to feel better."

Shifting, Clay began to lean in closer. The two of them kissed a dozen times, but they were always sweeter than fresh sugar. He tilted his head to the side, Clay's lips brushing against Jack's own, ready to steal a long, lingering kiss - the only thing he'd be stealing that heist.

"HEY BOSS!"

The sudden call of Bens voice had Clay's shoulders hunch up, the cowboy near enough jumping out of his skin. His head snapped to the side, Clay frowning hard as he looked back to the others. He was met with free smirks, lined with dark laughter. Dan, and Tech, were chatting together about all the 'good stuff' they managed to swipe.

"Got everythin' we'll need," Ben smiled, "No causalities either."

Clay offered a nod. Usually, he'd be happier at the news, but he was too annoyed by not getting his desired affection from his boyfriend. Standing up fully, Clay threw out some general sounding praise,

"Sounds good fellas, lets mosey on outta 'ere."

The guys all looked between them, offering nothing but shrugs in responses. There boss was just being bitchy they supposed.

Clay moved to get onto his bike, smiling as he felt Jack's arms slip around his waist, fingers locking together over his stomach. Clay looked over his shoulder, seeing as Jack comfortably snuggled up to him. Perfect; that's how things should be. Maybe he should take Jack on rides more often; though, not for work related things.

The sounds of engines began to rumble, and purr, to life. Helmets were slid into place; they may be a gang, but they couldn't do dangerous stuff like driving without protection. Before his voice was muffled by thick plastic, Clay grinned at Jack,