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The Smell Of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 5

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black-furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 5: By Your Side

“Next is the bag of chips, why he likes pizza flavor I will never know,” Mac muttered as he pushed his cart through the aisles.

The two teenagers in his care, at this point Mei might as well be one of his, had opted out of the grocery trip and decided to do their own thing on the other side of town. Still well perfectly within hearing distance, but he smartly decided not to eavesdrop on their conversations, he would rather not have two very creative, and vengeful, kids out to get him.

After he had grabbed the bag of chips and placed it in with all the many, many items in the cart, some of them were not even for him and the two kids as his friends tend to make themselves at home at times. He feels like he should be charging his friends for the amount of stuff he gets for them no matter how rich he may be.

‘Who even needs this many ghost peppers, 3 bundles of apples, a bag of soft sponges, industrial nail filer, and a goddamn indestructible chew ball,’ he internally ranted in his head as he went through another aisle, ‘What am I, their parent?’ They have their own damn jobs!’ He then looked through some of their teas available and his nose scrunched up as he picked up a box of passion fruit tea. “Who the fuck even likes passion fruit tea? That shit is way too sweet,” he grumbled to himself.

“Well store bought ones usually don’t have that same ‘Oomph’ as homemade ones,” a deep voice said.

“You’re telling me,” Mac agreed as he side glance at the man who was reaching for one of the teas on the top shelf as he couldn’t contain his eye twitch. ‘Okay, been in this city for gods knows how long, and in the span of less than a year I managed to find ones that are descendants or reincarnation of most of the fucking crew. What the actual fuck is this sort of luck?! I know that there are historians willing to sell their soul for even a trace of this, so what kind of fucked up luck am I getting that I just stumbled upon them.’

“Hm,” he, the overgrown beast of a demon that shared too much resemblance to Sha Wujing, titled his head to him. “Is there something the matter?” His eyes widen as he tries to look over his body and pants, “Do I have cat hair on me?! I thought I managed to clean the last of it off before I left.”

“No, no,” he waved him off, “just thought you looked familiar, that’s all.”

“Oh well in that case,” the large man shifted his basket to his other hand and stuck out his right, “my name is Sandy, it’s nice to meet a fellow tea lover.”

Macaque stared at the hand for a bit before giving a small smirk and shaking it, “Name Macaque and right back at ya big lug.”

“Personally I like the Biluochun Tea,” Sandy said as he plucked up a box of Chamomile, “but unfortunately they have yet to fully bloom in my garden so I am making do with a substitute,” he joked.

“Then how about Kuding?” Mac recommended.

“I may like the taste of bitter, but I don’t want that to be my only taste,” he admitted.

“Well I think it’s pretty good.”

“Let me take a wild guess and say that you don’t like sweet things.”

“I only tolerate for my kiddos,” he mumbled as he put the box of Junshan Yinzhen Tea, he already had a batch of Kuding growing out in the garden, so there is little point in grabbing a weak ass store brand tea that held not even the same resemblance to how it truly tastes. He tried a box out of sheer curiosity and immediately chuck that so far away, that thing that called itself Kuding tea is a disgrace to the true masterpiece.

“You have kids,” the demon piped up as he walked alongside the monkey.

“Technically one, but with the number of times she stays over, I might as well claim that hellion,” he grumbled as the two goes out of the aisle and towards the meat.

“Awww, that’s sweet,” he put his hand to his very muscular chest, “the only little ones I have are my adorable cats,” he then proudly showed off his wallet which had an assortment of different kinds of cats.

“Cute,” he admitted as he took in the collection of cats, “was this an all at once thing or more of a gradual.”

“Oh some were gradual, others were in groups, and some was just picked up,” he said as he put up his wallet, “Like one day I come home and find Mimi, one of my older ones, carrying the most adorable blue kitten,” he began to tell his tale of Mo as the two continued their shopping together.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment,” Pigsy yelled out as he served a tray full of steaming hot noodles to his other customers.

“Man, this place is packed today,” Mac said as he took the only seat on the counter, which was by the entrance. The place was brimming with customers, either loitering outside waiting for their order or just chatting amicably inside.

“Yeah, lunch hour kicks my as-butt each time,” he had to suppress a groan and put on a customer service grin as he watched another group stroll in. “Be with you in a minute!”

“I thought you had some staff? I know the last time we came in, we saw a driver leaving with the food,” he asked as he straightened out his lavender dress covered with floral print.

“Well,” Pigsy said after he finished taking orders and began making the food, “I had to fire that lazy bum after he called off so many times, a few I get, but how does 4 out of the five days you work help?! And you still expect me to pay you for a full two weeks of service?” He grumbled harshly as he then took a few of the clean bowls out.

“Yikes,” Mac grimaced, “…want some help?”

The owner paused and sharply looked towards the monkey, “you offering?”

“Yeah, don’t really have anything better to do, besides,” he showed off two more clones, which barely made people bat an eye as they were too engrossed in their meals and phones, “I am basically a one man army.”

Pigsy looked so wistfully at that power and quickly asked, “are you any good at customer service?”

“I volunteer at a theater,” he raised an eyebrow.

“You're hired,” the shorter demon threw an apron at him, “you’ll get paid by the end of the day.”

“Instead of that, how bout next time I drop by, food is on the house?” He bargained as he put on the apron.

“Deal,” he instantly agreed and he could feel a wave of relief wash over him as he now could focus on cooking instead of everything at once. “Next time why don’t you talk to Tang about how free meals work, maybe then his lazy butt can finally start paying me.”

“Why don’t you just not give him free food?” Macaque smirked as he saw a faint blush on the pig’s face.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

The monkey said nothing more as he put the apron on, turned to the group of people that was just seated, took out a notepad, and gave his most theatrical smile “Welcome to Pigsy Noodles, what can I get started for you?”

“So anyway, I have been looking through some of the books that I saw in an antique store, and let me tell you that I scored the motherload!” Tang excitedly said as he talked beside the lake. “Guess what I happened to find.”

“What?” The creature prompted him as he casually floated in the water.

“You have money? You actually have a job,” the other being questioned, “and you still let Pigsy pay for your food?”

“It’s a journal that tells the tale of someone who got trapped in the spiritual world after a failed ritual!” He exclaimed as he steadfastly ignored the previous question.

“Pffftt,” he sputtered out a laugh.

“I don’t know about you but isn’t it usually a bad thing when someone gets trapped somewhere,” Macaque drawled out as he chewed on a plum as he stretched out on the grass with a baby monkey clinging onto him. Ní, who decided to chill in her rabbit form for some reason, also nodded as she laid down on the sunlight grass. “Also, you haven’t answered my question.”

“Well she obviously is alright since she wrote this book and all,” the historian tried to defend himself as he still didn’t answer.

“Surrree.”

“It’s true, you agree with me right Shu,” he turned to the water demon.

“Absolutely,” the Shui Gui cheekily said.

Tang shot a smirk at him.

“He agrees with anything he finds funny,” he rolled his eyes.

“Well anyway,” he took out the book and showed it to them, “this book illustrates how Chi-Chi journey through the treacherous parts of the realm, tricked many dangerous beings, gazed upon the beauty of the uncharted, and met so many spirits and immortals along the way!”

“Is that so,” Mac hummed.

“I would give an arm and a leg to meet an immortal or even a spirit,” he said unblinkingly then he went back to his fanboy mode, “I would have so many questions to ask them!”

The 2 immortal beings shared a look at each other as the monkey then put a hand over the spirit’s mouth to stop him from saying anything.

“Don’t you even think about it Kappa,” he warned him.

The drowned spirit just gave him a cheeky grin as he raised his webbed hands in the air.

“I swear,” Macaque grumbled as he put down his hand, “how the hell did the two of you even become friends?”

“He fed me some beef jerky,” he happily explained, “and that was the start of a beautiful friendship.”

“And he never once comments on why you always hang around the lake and not anywhere else?” He incredulously said.

“Nope!”

“Adrenaline junkie I swear.”

“You say something?” Tang called out as he paused his fanboy mode.

“Just talking about your obvious crush on Pigsy,” Mac facepalmed when the spirit just had to say that of all things.

“It’s not a crush!” Tang marched up to him with his ears redder than an apple, “Can’t someone just appreciate another person's attractive qualities?”

“Yes, yes you can,” he agreed.

“Good,” the fanatic crossed his arms, “then you can safely assume that-.”

“Butttt you have a fancy for the pig,” the spirit ended.

“NO I DO NOT!”

“The sheer irony is actually ridiculous,” Mac said to himself as he slowly petted the infant.

“Ooo oo,” the baby macaque cooed.

“No, you cannot eat my tail.”

“You know, I’m getting real tired of those idiots' constant fighting,” Macaque grumbled as he petted a very fat and very fluffy cat.

“Tell me about it,” Sandy nodded his head as he drank some tea. “They have been at it for almost the second they met each other.”

“I swear I am so close to just shoving them both in a closet alone and letting them deal with it.”

“Yeahhh, that might not work so well,” Sandy drawled out as he set down his cup.

“Why? Cause it won’t be right,” he mocked.

“Well there’s that, but also there’s the fact that it would absolutely do nothing at all and just lead to them bickering more,” he pointed out.

“You, unfortunately, have a point,” he slumped back as another cat crawled on top of him.

“Also, I may have already tried that.”

“Wait? Really?” He sat back up and looked at the blue demon’s sheepish expression.

“Let me just tell you that seeing it on t.v does not really work the same way as real life,” he still remembered how they were both mad at him for locking them in a room together.

“Tell me about it,” Mac already knows the pain as both MK and Mei went through this phase as they tried to do the most ridiculous stunts or experiment with dangerous chemicals. Luckily he managed to stop or save them in time, but there were a few times where he was preoccupied or just missed it. Let it be known that they both learned their lesson after breaking bones and a fierce rash all over their arms. He still doesn't know what they were trying to prove with the lacquer tree. “Oh yeah, how did it go with flicker the other day? Didn’t give you too much trouble?”

“Oh nothing I couldn’t handle,” Sandy smiled at the mention of his newest client, “Can’t tell you much cause of confidentiality and whatnot, but he is open to another session.”

The monkey nodded, “that’s good, Gods know he needs it, now if Raki was more amenable to the idea, but she is the most prideful person I know and that is including her husband.”

The blue demon winced, “yeahhh I can see how that might be a bit difficult.”

“You're telling me.”

“Focus,” Macaque yelled out as he nimbly dodged a flying kick, “remember that when you strike, you make sure that strike will be your last.”

Mei didn’t say a word as she growled at her missed shot and jumped towards him then fainted for an upward cut then quickly proceeded to go into a low roll as MK came up from behind with a high kick.

“Good plan you two,” he praised as he simply jumped above MK’s head and said, “but try going for a grapple next time, it would have been more effective to topple me over rather than try to catch me off guard in the air.”

MK flipped backward and attempted to grab onto his tail, which he quickly realized was a mistake as he felt the tail wrap around his arm and flung him to Mei, who was charging at him.

“If I was an unskilled fighter then that would have been quite an effective weakness to exploit, but it’s too bad I’m not,” he mocked the two as he caught Mei sword with one hand and MK escrima stick with the other and casually tossed them back to the edges of the tree line.

“Oh come on!/We almost had him!” Both teens yelled out as they simultaneously punched a tree in frustration, which left a handprint etched into the wood when they took it out.

Only Macaque noticed this as both of the kids elected to split off from each other and try to attack him from both sides. “Guess they have adapted quite well to my energy,” he mused as he watched them run towards him, “Probably should tell them to take it easy else they’ll break their bones, again.” He then easily began to dodge from both of their attacks as they gave it their all to finally hit the damn monkey.

And this how it continued, with both seventeen year olds working together to finally land a hit on the speedy monkey, only for it to fail every time.

“You're getting better,” he said as he looked down on the two exhausted teenagers trying to catch their breath.

“One day,” Mei took a long deep breath before continuing, “one day, I don’t know when, but one day I will punch that damn smug off your face.”

“Ditto,” MK raised his hand in the air then dropped it then pushed his loose hair out of his eyes.

Mei saw this and gave a faint snort, “you know I can help with your hair-”

“I’m not putting pigtails in my head again,” he deadpanned.

“Come on, I can even get fluffy to join.”

“How about no,” he bluntly said as handed them two cold water bottles, “take a breather breezy, starlight. We can resume in a few minutes.”

“Okayy,” they moaned out.

“Awww, but I bet you would look cute in pigtails,” they all turned to see Minsheng hop in with a few others as well, “I know there will be a lot of demons just willing to pay for a pic, just think of the money.”

“Remember the glitter,” Macaque growled out.

“The bunny paused and crossed their arms as their friends laughed behind him, “ Well I’m just saying.”

“It took them ages to get all that out,” Daiyu stated, it didn’t even come off until a full month has gone by, and yet they still found small patches in their fur.

“Almost killed him when he tried to hug me with that on him,” Bohai huffed as he glowed a bit at the horrible image of him even having a speck of that abomination on him.

“They looked like my gremlin’s arts and crafts masterpiece when they were five,” Yanyu chortled.

“It was indeed horrible,” Ahmed lowly chuckled out as he slowly trailed behind them all, then all demons, and adult human, in the vicinity paused.

“Oh right this,” the bluenette human almost hit herself at how quickly she forgot, “we did come here for a reason.”

“Voices gettin to ya,” the long-furred monkey easily asked the lion demon.

“They have been a bit annoying,” he gave a weak chuckle.

“I feel ya,” he turned to his kids, “go towards the tree line with the rest of them, it seems that class will have to be cut short.”

“Okay?” Both were very confused, but obliged by the demon words as they walked over to the group, only to be pulled back by Bohai. “Hey!/What?”

“Oh trust me,” the jellyfish demon said, “you do not want to be anywhere near Ahmed at the moment. He’s a bit...unhinged.”

“Him? But he’s a total softie,” Mei shot a look to him.

“He let Mei put ribbons in his mane,” MK added.

“Oh there’s no doubt about Med squishy heart, but there are times where he just has to cut loose, ya feel me,” the vulture just received confused looks.

“Just watch,” the bunny demon grinned and took out a bundle of golden carrots, and began to eat.

“What do you mean-,” she was cut off by Macauqe voice.

“Come at me you overgrown cat.”

They saw Ahmed give a grateful nod before he went on all four, not even caring about his messing up his robes, and his body started to spasm as he let out a fierce roar that made everyone in the vicinity cover their ears.

ROAAARRRRR

He then flickered out of view and the monkey quickly had both his arms crossed in front of him as a plume of dirt and dust gathered around him without warning. It was only when it was settled that the demons and humans saw that the once flat field now had a decent crater in the middle with both lion and monkey. Ahmed gave a low snarl as he saw that the monkey was not harmed.

“Aww baby cub claws not working,” he mocked him as he sent a hard kick to his jaw, “how bout I help ya there.”

He growled as he quickly grabbed the monkey’s leg and flung him to the ground, he gave a nasty grin as he saw blood trickle from his head.

“Wouldn’t get too cocky, haven’t you already tasted the blood trickling out of your jaw?”

The lion stilled as he tasted the metallic tang covering his tongue, he let out a low growl in frustration.

“First blood to me,” was all Mac had to say before the lion gave a roar and lunged at him, thus the fight beginning once more.

MK and Mei were stunned silent as they watch the vicious battle as each time Ahmed tried to throw an attack it would either get dodged or redirected, but if he did manage to land one blood was always shed. Macaque was the same way as each time he managed to strike him down they swore that they heard bones loudly breaking.

But neither side gave in.

“Terrifying right,” they were slightly startled by Yanyu’s voice and couldn’t help, but fall over as they saw, not only her, but everyone casually laying down and/or eating.

“Oh don’t give us that look,” Daiyu said as she hummed and watched the lion attempt to claw the monkey's eyes out, “it’s only some bloodshed, nothing major. Though it would be more thrilling if a certain spider bitch was involved, I would love to see her blood splattered out,” she lowly huffed.

“What she means to say is that Macaque has this well in hand, this isn’t his first time dealing with ol Meddy when he’s primal,” Bohai tried to comfort them.

“Primal?” MK questioned.

“Basically it’s when someone instinct takes over,” Minsheng explained as they munched on their carrot while watching Mac throw him harshly to the ground, “sometimes it’s a good thing like you stuck in a corner and you got a colony you need to protect behind you, it’s one hell of a boost let me tell you. Other times not so much.”

Both kids blinked at that lackluster answer.

“What they mean,” Bohai continued as they casually looked away from Ahmed sinking his teeth into Macaque shoulder, “is that other times the bad times, to put it bluntly, it’s when the voices get so loud that it begins to control your entire being until you finally get rid of it. If you're lucky, it can be as easy as sleeping, if not well,” he looked at where the six-eared monkey had ripped his shoulder away from Ahmed red stained fangs and proceeded to knock out a few teeth in retaliation. “That.”

“He becomes bloodthirsty,” Mei quietly says.

“Yeah,” Yanyu softly brought them down next to her as she gave them a bag of popcorn, “it’s not pretty, but he just has to let it out.”

“But why is Dad the one fighting him?! Why not any of you!” He half shouted in nervousness and anger as he looked towards the demons, specifically Daiyu.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I don’t have a death wish,” Bohai bluntly stated.

“Here here,” Sheng raised his hand.

“Tried that once and I was beaten in a minute flat,” the vulture huffed, “if Mackie wasn’t there then my body would have been a nice dinner to the rest of the wake.”

“Thus their first meeting,” the bunny added.

“Wait, Mac Mac first time meeting Ahmed was when he was beating the shit out of Daiyu and then to each other,” Mei asked.

“Yep,” they collectively said.

“And he is literally the only one able to fight against him?” MK questioned.”

“Yep,” they repeated.

Both teens took a glance as the monkey continued his vicious strikes against the lion, who attempted to decapitate his head every time, but each time he missed he instead decimated any boulders in the unfortunate vicinity into dust. The primal lion retaliated with his own thundering roar, but Macaque was fast enough to dodge the attacks that uprooted a grove of trees.

“Well there goes any small lingering doubts on how he was able to go toe to toe with the Monkey King,” Mei deadpanned as she slumped and stuffed her hand into the popcorn.

MK followed suit as he ate some popcorn, “you’re telling me.”

“He is kicking major monkey ass right now.”

“I am so happy that he is going easy on us,” the ponytail boy whispered out.

“Holy shit, no kidding,” she agreed, “just think, we could have been less than paste on the side of the road with a single hit if he actually tried to let loose with us.”

“Nahh, you don’t have to worry about that,” Min waved their worries off, “other than this, the only other time he actually lets loose is around his exes.”

“I’m sorry, his WHAT?!/Wait? WHAT?!” Mei and MK sat up as Mei continued, “what do you mean exes?!”

“Dad dated?!?!?” MK followed suit.

“Oh yeah,” Yanyu grinned, “I even met some of them, and let me tell you that he has horrible taste in partners.”

“I don’t think it’s his fault that most of them fall on the insane scale and not in a good way,” Bohai deadpanned.

“By insane you mean impulsive as shit that tries to fight anything that moves, then yeah,” Daiyu nodded.

“It’s weird hearing those words coming from you,” the adult human teased.

“Hey, I may like fighting, but even I have my own limits. His partners take the entire train and then the second one charging at em.”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around Dad dating,” the seventeen year old muttered as he gripped his head as he looked towards the blood stained battle. “This I can get, but dating?”

“…I am so never gonna let this go,” a twinkle of mischievous appeared in Mei's eyes as she looked at them, “sooo if you had to guess, which one is his most insane, or worst, partner.”

“I have to say Hui, that scorpion bastard seemed nice enough, but she was a raging alcoholic that always tried to get into the celestial realm for some booze” Sheng started as they stuffed the rest of the carrot in their mouth.

“Ju. He was a fishy one, that turtle was always looking for his next meal, no matter where it came from,” Bohai grumbled.

“Might have something to do with nature,” Yanyu teased.

“Shut up.”

“Both of ya are brain dead if you forgot who really takes the crown,” the winged demon interjected.

“Who then?”

Daiyu and Yanyu just looked at each other before saying, “Lemur bitch.”

“Fair point,” both aquatic and land demons replied.

“Who?” Mei asked, but it was met with grimaced faces.

“Just,” Bohai began, “just pray you never meet him, Shun is-,” he was cut off by a loud yell.

SLAM

“WE DON’T TALK ABOUT HIM!” Macaque screeched while all his ears flared up, his eyes twitch violently with a wild look. “NEVER!” He repeated as he pressed his foot and staff on the lion’s back, who was just growling out and thrashing wildly under him.

“Yeahhh, let’s just say that after him, doc swore off on dating,” Yanyu sighed as she ate a handful of popcorn.

“But what did he do?” MK said as he was careful to avoid the name.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“But I really do,” Mei leaned in.

“No you don’t.”

“But I-,” she got a mouthful of popcorn stuffed in her mouth.

“You don’t,” Yanyu pulled back her hand, “now let’s watch them beat the shit out of each other. 20 on Mufasa knocking him out this time.”

“I’ll add to that,” Min added.

“Well I bet 25 that Dad will knock him out!” MK shouted, “there’s no way he’ll lose.”

“And I’ll double that,” Mei joined in after she swallowed the popcorn, “no way pops is losing to an overgrown cat!”

“Get ready to eat your words.”

“The only thing I’ll be eating is some delicious double truffle swirl ice cream with your money.”

“Let’s just see about that.”

(Minsheng soon regretted those words as both Mei and MK happily ate their ice cream alongside a bandaged, but still a very conscious monkey, and a bruised up lion who was contently knocked out.)

“And that should be the last of it,” the eighteen year old boy grinned as he then noticed a violet headband hanging next to a stuffed monkey, “whoops, can’t forget that.” He quickly snatched it up and proceeded to put his hair in a ponytail then began to look around his room.

The room, once filled with clothes spread all over the floor, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, pictures and posters covering the walls, now laid bare with only a few boxes left to the side filled with them all. MK couldn’t stop the sad grin that formed on his face as he took in the sight of his room-old room, he was going to miss this, but he felt that it was time to move out and try living on his own for a while.

Knock Knock

“Sorry I’m not in right now, leave a message,” he jokingly said despite fully knowing who is on the other side.

The door swung open to reveal Macaque fondly rolling his eyes, “Where’d you get that snark from, I’ll never know.”

“Neither shall I.”

The monkey looked around the room, “so it looks like you're about done, you gonna bring it all over to Pigsy?”

“Most of it, yeah, but I have a separate pile I'm donating or giving to Yan munchkins,” he pointed to a few boxes titled ‘Donations’ and ‘Yanyu Gremlins.’

Mac smirked at the name as he gave a little walk around the bare room and noticed that where the bed used to be was a splatter of red paint and a dent in the wall, “huh, so how did this happen?”

MK froze as he saw what he was looking at and gave a nervous grin, “so remember when Mei was over and we had a bunch of paint for that art project.”

“The one about the deities or the one about nature?”

“Nature, and well remember how you found us covered in paint in here.”

“After I told you to keep it in the kitchen or outside so it won't be too hard to clean up, yes.” He deadpanned.

“And we did at first,” he put a finger up, “buttttt I left some of my materials in my room and it was alot, so Mei followed, but we kinda forgot that we still had wet paint all over us and we began to freak out. One thing led to another and Mei may have accidentally used too much force as she was panicking and let to the dent in the wall, which then made us panic even more, so we had the idea of moving the bed to cover the dent, which worked...except now the covers had paint on it and well....”

“Is how I found the both of you freaking out on the bed covered head to toe in paint,” the monkey snorted.

“In hindsight, we probably should have taken off our shoes before walking inside,” he scratched the back of his neck and sat against the wall opposing the window.

“That would have been a smart idea, took us ages to get it all cleaned,” he smirked as he sat beside him.

The teenager sighed as he looked out the window, “I'm gonna miss this.”

“Pfft, who says you can’t come back?” He playfully ruffled his head, “this isn’t a goodbye, but a see you later, you're always welcomed back home anytime.”

“Even if I screw it up time and time again,” he leaned into the touch.

“Even if you managed to wreck the whole country and have a bounty coming from the heavens that could feed nations for lifetimes,” Mac shot back.

MK laughed at the image, “Havoc in Heaven’s sequel, now with more monkeys.”

“And dragons,” the demon added.

“Mei would kick so much ass.”

“She absolutely would,” he chuckled as he continued to thread his fingers through his son's hair.

It was silent and, like so many times before, the two of them took only comfort from it.

“Dad,” MK quietly began.

“Yes comet.”

“… I’m scared,” he curled up into him, “like super duper scared and I have never left you ever since you saved-,”

“You would have-,” Macaque interjected.

“Saved,” he emphasized, “me and I can never thank you enough for just being there but I really want to do this and I really want to try to do things on my own! But I don’t know why I am so scared-wait I do, but it just so stupid and I can’t believe that I feel this way, cause you won’t just up and leave, but I-,” he stopped as he felt his Dad arms encircle him.

“It’s a scary step and I know change is terrifying, but I am so proud that you want to do this. It will be hard, no doubt, and at times it may seem like the whole world is against you, but know that you still have tomorrow waiting for you. So,” he tilted his son's head, “keep your head held high and look towards the stars, cause that right there is your limit starlight.”

MK smiled at his father's words.

“Also I think you may have forgotten something,” he showed off his six ears fluttering. “I have six ears for a reason, so if you ever need help or just need me, just call and-,”

“You’ll come running,” he grinned as he pushed himself further into the monkey's soft fur.

“And don’t you forget it,” he pushed his face into his son's hair and gave a soft kiss on top.

“I won’t,” he whispered out and clutched onto him tightly as both curled up in content.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #macaque #PlumTreeAU

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jackscnallen · 4 years

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the timeline in which they took a chance they didn’t in canon.

in which high school jackson told dawn how he really felt.

jackson loved watching dawn. how dawn would twirl through the air and move her body oh so preciously. he wanted to hold dawn close; to have dawn be his forever. how he longed to pull an arm around dawn’s waist while standing next to her; grabbing her hand and tracing circles onto her palm.

jackson was in love. and he knew it. he would have never expected to fall for dawn madden when he had first laid eyes on the girl, but as the days passed by, jackson grew fond of the soft hearted girl. dawn was one of a kind and jackson fell for her harder than he had fallen off of the monkey bars when he was in the fourth grade. ( and that time was pretty hard. he had broken two bones. )

jackson knew that he was in love with dawn from the way he felt chills crawling down his body whenever dawn was near. his breath hitched when he saw dawn helping her younger siblings with homework at her family’s dinner table. he found himself glancing up every few minutes and looking at dawn, looking at her whenever he knew she wasn’t paying attention.

one time, jackson looked up from his homework during study hall to see dawn smiling down at her phone. her eyes were bright and she sort of laughed, and jackson felt something rising up in his chest. maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was happiness, or maybe it was both. jealousy because he wanted to make dawn laugh the way she was laughing while looking at her phone, even though she was probably laughing at some stupid meme or something. happiness because jackson figured out that as long as dawn was happy, he was happy.

jackson hid his feelings so well for so long. it was his specialty, building an indestructible wall around his emotions from others. at first, he knew that he could hold in his feelings about dawn forever. no one needed to know. not even dawn herself. jackson thought that if he waited long enough, he would lose feelings for dawn.

he was wrong. oh, so fucking immensely wrong. as time flew by, jackson fell in love with dawn even deeper than the deepest part of the ocean, and no one knew for sure how deep the ocean was. his mind rocketed with mixed emotions every time he was near dawn. he found himself looking for that casual touch and waiting for the sound that was dawn’s laughter and music to his ears.

this was bad, jackson told himself at some point. dawn couldn’t ever be his. for years, jackson had watched dawn madden; secretly pined for her and was too scared to say anything. so, jackson went about his own life, halfheartedly entering relationships even though he knew that dawn was the one he wanted to be with.

they could walk down the school hallways and share candy before the bell rang, and he watched as she came out of her shell just a little bit. being around dawn for four years was just too short, it seemed. senior year came around and he knew what he had to do: tell dawn how he truly felt. jackson couldn’t picture himself with anyone else. whether she felt the same way or not, he had to tell her how he felt. not over a letter, not over the phone, but in person. face to face. jackson might never find someone he cared about like this again. and it should’ve scared him, but it really didn’t. sometimes we can learn to find the best sorts of magic in the ordinary. he saw dawn and she made him so happy it hurt to breathe sometimes. so, he promised to himself that he would tell her how he felt.

“what are you thinking about?” dawn’s sharp voice snapped jackson back from his daydream, and he gazed over at her.

“uh, nothing. just–”

“that sure didn’t look like nothing,” dawn muttered, tapping her foot impatiently.

that caused jackson to break. “dawn! just stop, will you? i’ve been in love with you for, like, forever. i don’t know why you’re so clueless! can’t you tell?” and suddenly, it felt like the whole world lifted off his shoulders and he was able to exhale safely again.

#magnoliabarnes #answered meme.#why do i love writing a pining jackson isdfdsjfsdf #( ❛ ░ ▌we get inspired // answered memes.

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thelighthousemp3 · 5 years

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never fell in love 'cause i just cut loose (but not when it comes to you)

For as long as she has known, Rosa Diaz has been in love with Gina Linetti, and it's slowly killing her to not tell her. She wants to be with Gina more than anything, but she can't do it. She can't tell Gina, no matter how much she wants to.

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She loved watching Gina Linetti. How Gina would twirl through the air and move her body oh so preciously. She wanted to hold Gina close; to have Gina be hers forever. How she longed to pull an arm around Gina’s waist while standing next to her; grabbing her hand and tracing circles onto her palm.

Rosa was in love. And she knew it. She would have never expected to fall for Gina Linetti when she had first laid eyes on the woman, but as the days passed by, Rosa grew fond of the fiery haired woman. Gina was fucking dynamite and Rosa fell for her harder than she had fallen off of the monkey bars when she was in the fourth grade. (And that time was pretty hard. She had broken two bones.)

Rosa didn’t know that she was falling in love at first. She rolled her eyes at Gina with annoyance whenever Gina pulled a stunt. She radiated fear towards Gina just as she did with everyone else. She didn’t talk to her; didn’t open up. She avoided Gina Linetti just as she avoided everyone else in the Nine-Nine.

But there was something more.

Suddenly, Rosa felt chills crawling down her body whenever Gina was near. Her breath hitched when she saw Gina dancing in the break room. She found herself glancing up every few minutes and looking at Gina, whether the assistant was on her phone… or… on her phone. Gina was always just on her phone.

One time, Rosa looked up from her paperwork to see Gina smiling down at her phone. Her eyes were bright and she sort of laughed, and Rosa felt something rising up in her chest. Maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was happiness, or maybe it was both. Jealousy because she wanted to make Gina laugh the way she was laughing while looking at her phone, even though she was probably laughing at some stupid meme or something. Happiness because Rosa figured out that as long as Gina was happy, she was happy.

Rosa hid her feelings so well for so long. It was her specialty, building an indestructible wall around her emotions. At first, she knew that she could hold in her feeling about Gina forever. No one needed to know. Not even Gina herself. Rosa thought that if she waited long enough, she would lose feelings for Gina.

She was wrong. Oh, so immensely wrong. As time flew by, Rosa fell in love with Gina even deeper than the deepest part of the ocean, and no one knew for sure how deep the ocean was. Her mind rocketed with mixed emotions every time she was near Gina. She found herself looking for that casual touch and waiting for the sound that was Gina’s laughter and music to her ears.

This is bad, Rosa told herself at some point. Gina couldn’t ever be hers. For years, Rosa had watched Gina Linetti; secretly pined for her and watched painfully as Gina went about living her life and falling in love. Falling in love with people who were not Rosa Diaz, to be exact. Gina had her daughter, too. So Rosa went about her own life, halfheartedly entering relationships even though she knew that Gina was the one she wanted to be with.

Rosa could never ever just keep a relationship. She knew that she should be happy with what she had; it was this better than nothing. But Rosa wanted more. She wanted someone else. She wanted Gina Linetti. But all she could do was watch Gina with pain in her eyes, wishing that Gina was holding her hand and hugging her and kissing her goodnight.

Gina thought of her as no more than a friend; Rosa was sure of it. And it broke her heart, over and over and over again. Rosa would come into work in the morning, see Gina, and fall in love with her all over again. And she’d leave the precinct on her motorcycle, nursing a broken heart that was just to be mended the next day and then broken all over again.

Rosa subtly did everything that she could for Gina. She got her coffee in the morning, made her copies for her, and occasionally watched her daughter when Gina went out. It was the closest that she could ever get to Gina; to watch her young daughter. And it made Rosa’s heart hurt all over again every single time. Iggy was a carbon copy of her mother. And Rosa would never admit it, but she loved Iggy like her own daughter. The daughter that she never knew that she wanted. The little girl who was the real daughter of the love of her life.

One day, Gina asked Rosa to babysit for Iggy while she went out. Rosa agreed, obviously. She found herself halfheartedly playing with Iggy Linetti, who was as always delighted to see Rosa.

Recently, Iggy had taken up calling Rosa just ‘Diaz’ in her adorable toddler voice after hearing her mother call Rosa by her last name. It made Rosa’s heart melt every single time the precious little girl said ‘Diaz’ or ‘Rosie.’

“My mommy said I can’t call you Rosie anymore,” Iggy informed Rosa that night. Rosa looked up.

“Well, why not?” Rosa asked curiously.

“Because she said that’s her thing to call you. I have to pick something else. And I don’t wanna call you just Rosa, because that’s boring,” Iggy complained. Rosa smiled. “What is Diaz short for anyways?” Iggy inquired.

“Nothing,” Rosa told her. “It’s my last name, like yours is Linetti.”

“Oh. Can I call you Ro-ro, then?”

“I would be honored if you did.”

“Okay,” Iggy said. “Ro-ro, I have a question. Do you love my mommy?”

The question nearly made Rosa choke. For so long, she had been so careful about her feelings; hiding them and sitting behind a disguise of apathy. No one had known, and Rosa was sure that no one would ever know. And then this small adorable toddler came in and tore down her once-indestructible wall and reached down and pulled her feeling to the surface. “What— what makes you say that?” Rosa asked.

Iggy shrugged. “Like, my mommy always talks about you. I think she loves you. She says that a lot,” Iggy said and continued scrawling on her coloring book.

“She says that?” Rosa asked softly.

Iggy nodded. “Yup. So do you love her back?”

“I— I’ve never really thought about that,” Rosa lied. She’s thought about loving Gina Linetti a lot. It was constantly on her mind. Gina was constantly on her mind, and Rosa knew for sure that she loved Gina.

“Because before she was leaving, Mommy said that she would rather be with Rosie. And then she said something about kissing,” Iggy said, coloring an apple with a teal crayon. “This is a pretty color,” she said, holding up the crayon and examining it.

Rosa wasn’t sure what to do. Iggy was a toddler; there could be a chance that what she was saying was inaccurate. Rosa hoped to hell that what she was saying was true, but still. Rosa doesn’t know what to say. I love your mommy and I wanna kiss her, crossed her mind, but Rosa pushed that thought away.

“You want to watch cartoons?” Rosa asked, and Iggy immediately jumped up.

“Yes!” She left the crayons discarded on the floor and pulled Rosa to the couch, grabbing the TV remote and handing it to Rosa. Rosa laughed and put an arm around Iggy’s tiny shoulder, turning on the TV and looking through the recorded cartoons.

Two hours later, Gina Linetti entered her apartment with smudged lipstick and her coat in her hand. What she found, was Rosa Diaz sleeping on her couch with Gina’s daughter’s head resting against her shoulder. Iggy was also asleep and the TV was still on in front of them.

Gina smiled, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off. Iggy stirred in her sleep. Gina gazed at the sight of Rosa’s peaceful state. Her curly hair fell over her eyes and her breathing was slow and steady. Gina sighed and walked closer to the two. She couldn’t help but to brush Rosa’s hair out of her face. This caused Rosa to wake up, and she looked up at Gina.

“Hi,” Gina laughed. “You look cute.”

Rosa’s heart fluttered in her chest. She glanced over to Iggy, who was also by then awake.

“Mommy!” Iggy screamed, standing up on the couch and hugging Gina. Gina laughed and held her daughter close for a few seconds before putting her down on the couch. “How was your date?” Iggy inquired.

“Terrible,” Gina said, glancing over at Rosa. Rosa tried to offer her some sort of smile, but she ended up looking down to the floor.

“Mommy, do you remember what you said?” Iggy said. “You know, about how you want to kiss Ro-ro’s face off?”

Gina’s jaw dropped open. “Enigma, how dare you expose me like this? I never—“

“You did, Mommy. You said that,” Iggy said brightly. “I think Ro-ro wants to kiss your face off too.”

It was Rosa’s turn to drop her jaw wide open. “Iggy, I never said—"

“You totally want to, though,” Iggy said with a knowing smile. “I’m right, I’m right, I’m right!”

“Is that so?” Gina said, looking down at Rosa with a smile.

Rosa gulped. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, before feeling Gina’s hands grabbing hers and pulling her up.

“If you wanna kiss me, and I wanna kiss you, then what’s stopping us?” Gina asked softly, pulling Rosa’s face into her hands. Rosa’s breath caught in her throat. Almost automatically, her arms weaved around Gina’s waist as she looked at Gina with surprise written all over her face.

And before she knew it, Gina’s lips were on hers. The exact moment that she had longed to feel for years. Gina’s lipstick tasted like strawberries. Her arms pulled Gina closer, and Gina’s arms were around her neck. Rosa could smell Gina’s perfume. She smelled like violets and fresh air and everything good—

“Mommy and Ro-ro are kissing! Mommy and Ro-ro are kissing!” Iggy shrieked.

Rosa and Gina almost reluctantly broke apart, still in each other’s arms. “You— you have no idea how long I’ve been in love with you, Gina,” Rosa croaked hoarsely.

“I want you, Rosa,” Gina said. “Maybe you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you, but I’ve always wanted to kiss you.”

“Does this mean that Ro-ro is my other mommy?” Iggy asked curiously.

Gina laughed. “Maybe someday. I’d like for that to happen.”

Rosa grinned, finally free of her burden of being in love with Gina with no one knowing. “Me too.”

#lina writes #my fic #my writing #b99 #brooklyn nine-nine #dianetti #rosa diaz #gina linetti #stephanie beatriz #chelsea peretti

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komahinasecretexchange · 6 years

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Title : Love in the age of zombies

Author : @natsuzora

For : @poisoned-monkey

Rating/Warnings : M for gore/horror

Prompt : magical girl au + spooky story

Author’s notes : i tried combining the 2 out of 3 prompts

Hajime was watching his favorite TV show when the enemy alert went off.

His “magical communication device” flashed brightly while ringing, and he could hear Nagito’s alert through the wall. The shrill sound and bright lights were instantly headache-inducing and he felt the urge to throw the thing across the room, even though experience taught him it would just bounce off the wall. The damn magical girl technology was practically indestructible. He tapped the screen to shut off the alarm and felt his casual clothes dissolve, turning into a frilly, white and pink outfit, a puffy blouse with an oversized pink ribbon and matching bloomers, with knee-height socks and chunky heels. The muffled sound of Nagito’s alarm stopped and Hajime got up with a sigh.

“Hinata? We got to go. By the train station.”

He jumped slightly at Nagito’s voice right behind him. How did he walk so quietly in those ridiculous shoes?

“Ah, got it. Here, hold my hand.”

Nagito’s grip was so comforting as both of them input the “teleport” command and were swept up from their feet, into a bright, shimmering tunnel of magical light.

The landing nearly knocked them off of their feet. It was a small staircase on a now empty train station, dark, gloomy and hard to escape. To sum it up, it was a perfect place for zombies to prey, and one of them was doing just that, filling the air with horror-esque sounds of crushing and chewing and rusty smell of blood. Hajime gestured to Nagito to stay behind and provide support, and walked forward with confident steps.

The tattered figure in the corner, hunched over a bloody pile of something that used to be a human, stopped feeding to sniff the air cautiously. Could they smell living beings? Who knew. The zombie stood up on wobbly feet and turned around, its expressionless face smeared in blood. And lunged.

The sword appeared in Hajime’s hand with a faint light and he dodged to the side, the blood-covered hands nearly grabbing him. Nagito’s short daggers flew through the air and dug into the creature’s body, making it lose its footing for a few precious seconds, just enough for Hajime to swing his sword full force, cleaving through its torso cleanly as it fell to the ground. The wounds were sparkling, as if covered in glitter and fairy lights. Hajime grimaced as the sword disappeared as soon as it came to life and looked at the gruesome scenery. He should’ve been used to this by now, but after every battle, it would still haunt his dreams. He forced himself to move his lips.

“We gotta burn it, and the one in the corner too, before they gather.”

Nagito sighed and raised his right hand, his fingertips tracing letters in the air, and within seconds, a can of gasoline and a lighter appeared in his hands. Hajime turned around as Nagito spoke.

“We should check for survivors nearby. ”

Hinata shrugged and tapped on his phone, his magical girl uniform dissolving into his normal clothes.

“They could’ve gotten bitten or scratched. Let’s just go home for the night, Nagito.”

The fire burning behind him was unsettling, but the familiar warmth of Nagito’s hand made him less shaky. The first months of the outbreak, frantic, unprepared, filled with screams and memories of their friends’ last moments, were so far behind, they seemed like another reality. All that was left now was the overwhelming loneliness and grief that haunted both of them, that maybe if they were faster, maybe if they did better… The zombies were nearly all eradicated, but they still got an enemy alert every once in a while.

The sadness that gripped his heart made him slow down his step, his hand sliding from Nagito’s hold. He could still remember the last conversations with his friends, each one of them so precious for someone like him, who never attracted much attention before. Nagito changed too, his rants about hope changing to quiet spectating.

“As long as I have Hajime, I don’t mind.”

His face was smiling when he said it back then, but his voice changed pitch ever so slightly, and Hajime knew.

“I’m used to being alone, so it doesn’t bother me.”

He was lying to himself and to Hajime, for both of their sakes. It was possible that to him, who never had the fortune of being surrounded with a circle of friends, who experienced misfortune at every other step and blamed it on himself, it was even more painful, but they both killed those feelings to not break down completely.

“Hajime?”

Nagito’s voice made him snap his head up and he noticed he was standing still, in the middle of the street. The town was eerily quiet all around them, perfectly still, like a painting or a still from a movie. How many months has it been since they saw a car pass by? Nagito ran up to him and threw his hands around Hajime’s shoulders, and they held onto each other tightly, desperately, as if trying to melt into one being that could never be separated again.

“Usami said the survivors are migrating to Okinawa. We could move there, the island would be much safer than staying on the mainland.”

“Do you want to go?”

He could feel Nagito’s chest rumble with a low chuckle.

“Well, I’ve never had the opportunity to go. My luck with flying isn’t too favorable…”

He pulled back a little and gently cradled Hajime’s head in his hands, pressing their foreheads together.

“But without you, I’m no good at all.”

Hajime kissed him.

it was soft and tender, so comforting and reminiscent of old times, when they thought the world was on their side. But now, every step and every sight brought on painful memories.

“I've never been either. Let’s go then. We can travel the whole world if we want to.”

They kissed one more time and walked forward, their hands gripped tightly. In the ruins of the world that once has been, their love blossomed, stronger than ever before.

#fanfiction #komahina #komahina secret exchange

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rebelpuff-a · 4 years

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❝ Oh, my God. The City has no mayor now. ❞ / @jojoisnomo

👊 ;; ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᶰᵇᵒˣ ( accepting )

her first reaction is a disbelieving, halting, “maybe god does exist,” as she hears jojo’s voice amplified from his latest monkey-themed robot. she’s floating MIDAIR beside it, fist full of miscellaneous wires from where she punched through some control panel or other. it had, unintentionally, made the robot yeet the phone post it was holding, directly onto the mayor’s motorcade. for a moment, she’s almost hopeful. jojo sounds like it too. realistically, nothing about townsville would REALLY be solved with the mayor’s death, but fuck, isn’t it about fucking time? doesn’t she deserve at least this? don’t they all deserve to see that asshole crushed by some flying post? but then the mayor pops his damn near INDESTRUCTIBLE head up through the wreckage, and the hope dies a violent death. “can’t you kill someone useful for once?” buttercup throws the wires somewhere off onto the ground and yanks out some more wires. jojo likely didn’t hear that from inside the robot, but she’s sure he knows what she said anyway.

#jojoisnomo #👊 ;; ᶜʰᵉᵐᶤᶜᵃˡ ˣ ( universe default )#[she..................wants the mayor to die so badlyy]#👊 ;; ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ ( ask )

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chrysanthmilk · 5 years

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a guide to being death: chapter 3

by staccato

“Death is very, very tired of its Master’s strange wants and whims. This is the last time it does something he wants.”

aka: a apocalypse fix-it, featuring a master of death who has been reincarnated into a winchester. things can only go up from here.

chapter 3: dean crawls out of hell

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Harry spent the next month trying to track down any of the other three Horsemen, which is hard work, okay, since they don’t have a physical form, shut up Julian. Famine, Pestilence, and War all rely on their respective rings to inhabit a human body, which was currently impossible, as those pesky little things were still being used to trap Lucifer in his Cage. Harry, on the other hand, was Death, a being that had existed for as long as God had. A ring wasn't going to change that.

(Nevermind the fact that Harry didn’t even give Chuck his true ring, just a copy of it, weaker and smaller but still strong enough to hold Lucifer. Harry supposed he’ll give that one to Julian when Lucifer inevitably broke out.

Because he will. The first seal had broken, and the rest will fall like dominoes. There were over six hundred of them, after all, and the demons only have to break sixty-six of them. There was a chance that they might be stopped, but only if the angels protect the seals with everything they had. As of now, however, Harry knew that that was not the case.

Of the hundred or more garrisons that operate, only three were sent to retrieve Dean’s soul; the others were called back, in preparation for the final battle that the angels were certain will occur. And why wouldn’t it? They’re actively assisting the demons in breaking the seals, which means Lucifer will be released soon enough. No one had seen halo and wing of Michael since even before Harry’s fall, but that’s okay. He’ll show up eventually—he’s the obedient son, after all. And Dean and Sam Winchester will obviously fall over themselves to say “yes” to their hosts. They’re only mud monkeys, and as such, they wouldn't dare to refuse. No, they will feel blessed for having been chosen by fate to play these roles. Sorry, what is this thing called Free Will?

(Sometimes, Harry pitied the angels.))

The point is, by the four month anniversary of Dean’s death, Harry has only narrowed War’s location down to a region, not even the exact country. Nevertheless, he paused his progress to pop into a store to buy two bottles of Deans’s favorite beer, before going to Dean’s grave and settling down. He shoved one of the bottle into the dirt near his legs.

“Cheers, you jerk,” he said.

Harry popped the cap off of his own beer, and took a swig; scrunched his nose at the taste. He can just hear Dean calling him a girl for not liking the taste of beer, the drink of a real man. Involuntarily, he rolled his eyes in reply.

After a moment, he spoke, “I’m sorry, you know, for not getting you out of there. But if anyone knows who I am, or what I’m capable of…it’ll bring a host of troubles.”

He snorted at the inadvertent pun, but the cross remained silent.

“Alright, fine, so it wasn’t that funny. Still, I am sorry. Here, I’ll finish the rest of this shitty beer to show you how sorry I am.”

Harry finished the rest of his shitty beer, and smashed the empty bottle on the ground beside him. The glass shattered upon impact, shards rebounding and slicing his arm open. Harry watched impassively as red drops of blood welled to the surface, and one, two, three managed to fall before his skin knitted itself back together, pushing out the glass fragments in the process.

He turned around, preparing to return to the Balkans, when the Angel Radio suddenly boomed with a triumphant voice:

“DEAN WINCHESTER IS SAVED!”

The declaration was made by Castiel, whose voice Harry had become intimately familiar with, as the angel was the leader of one of the garrison charged with freeing The Righteous Man. He has dutifully reported their progress every day for the last month decade.

Harry breathed out a sigh, relieved. His decision to leave Dean’s freedom to the angels had been a difficult one. Despite what he had just said to Dean’s grave, he had seriously considered just saying fuck it, abandoning the plan Julian and he had painstakingly drawn up, blowing his cover, and diving down there to rescue Dean. His conviction had only wavered for each second longer the angels stayed in Hell.

He’s got a saving people’s thing, after all.

But that was unnecessary now. Castiel had done it. He had rescued Dean. Now all he has to do was put the soul back in Dean’s body—

Harry’s eyes widened, and he’s barely had time to fall forward, arms covering his head and eyes screwed tightly shut, before he felt Castiel ascend from Hell and land on Earth, sending ripples of purifying energy—grace, to be exact—to the surrounding areas. Even with his status as Death, Harry still feared that he’ll go blind. Castiel didn’t attempt to hide his powers at all.

Then, as soon as he appeared, he was gone, leaving Dean’s soul behind.

In his body, trapped six feet under.

Harry lifted his head, blinking blearily at the unmoving patch of dirt.

The angels really didn’t think this through, did they?

It took a while for Dean to break through his wooden coffin and the ground, and even longer for him to convince Harry that, yes, he is actual Dean Winchester, very human and very alive and no, he has no idea how or why that’s possible

(Harry is good at acting, alright? Besides, if he isn’t suspicious about Dean's miraculous resurrection, then Dean will get suspicious because of his lack of suspicion, then he will tell Sam about his suspicions about their brother, then Sam will tell Ruby, who will tell Lilith, who will tell whichever angel she is working with, and that’ll bring a whole host of problems onto his head.

Pun very much intended, this time.)

Harry refused to let him drink any of the beer until he’s eaten something, so they go to the nearest convenience store, which is fortunately deserted. He grabbed some food while Dean go to the restroom to wash his face and hands, and everything should be fine except Dean returned with a pale face and his shirt sleeves rolled to his shoulders.

There was a raw, raised hand print on his arm.

For fuck’s sake, Castiel, Harry thought, exasperated. There was no need to be this possessive. Everyone already knows you were the one who saved him.

“I think a demon yanked me out,” Dean said.

Harry stared. That could not be further from the truth, he wanted to says, along with damn, Castiel, your plan really backfired.

Castiel seemed to agree, and decided he should correct Dean's assumptions immediately. His true voice, when he spoke, reverberated with power, becoming stronger the longer Dean remained ignorant of his words. Finally, he seemed to realize that his efforts were futile, for the ringing disappeared. The building stopped shaking.

“So maybe not a demon,” Dean gasped out, still crouched on the floor with his hands over his ears. “But still, something with bad mojo. You saw what they did to my…to my grave.”

“Why would they save you, then?” Harry asked, carefully standing up and picking the glass shards out of his clothes. Thank Chuck for leather jackets. They’re virtually indestructible.

“To uphold their end of the bargain.”

“Bargain?” Harry repeated, before he realized what Dean was implying. “You think someone made a deal.” At Dean’s pointed look, he quickly shook his head, “I didn’t do it.”

“Sam, then,” Dean decided, and Harry would scoff at him for being so presumptuous, except the thought had crossed Harry’s mind more than once. “Where is he?”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him for months. He’s alive, though,” he was sure of that. The reapers had been instructed to inform him if his brother’s soul was ever reaped.

“You didn’t keep an eye on him? Harrison—!”

Harry cut Dean off before he could continue his tirade. As a human, he had agreed that their youngest brother needed to be protected, but now that he has regained his memories, he has come to the realization that they were way, way, way too co-dependent on one another. Sam was a full grown hunter now, for fuck’s sake. He was completely capable of making his own decisions, good or bad, and doesn’t need to be watched by either of his two older brothers. “He was dead set on striking out on his own. And you know him. He’s more stubborn than the two of us combined.”

Dean grimaced, and finished the last of his energy bar. “Fine. Come on, there’s a payphone outside.”

“Or, you could just use mine?” Harry suggested, retrieving his phone from his jean pocket. “Because I really doubt that you remember his number from the top of your head.”

Dean glared at him, but didn’t refute his statement. He grabbed Harry’s phone and scrolled through his contacts until he landed on Sam’s name, and pressed the call button. An alert tone beeped.

“We’re sorry,” a recording said. “You’ve reached a number that has been disconnected.”

Dean’s frown deepened. He swiped up Harry’s contact list and clicked on another name. This call is picked up immediately.

“Harry?” Bobby’s voice sounded through the speaker, “Something wrong?”

“Um, maybe,” Harry replied before Dean can say anything. “Listen, I was at Dean’s grave today, and, uh.”

“And?”

“I found him. Alive. I found him alive.”

There was a pause. “This ain't funny, kid,” Bobby warned.

“He’s not kidding,” Dean interjected. “It’s really me.”

There’s a click. Dean and Harry glanced at each other.

“He hung up, didn’t he?”

“To be fair, you wouldn’t have believed yourself, either,” Harry pointed out.

“This is definitely your fault,” Dean told him with a light shove. “If you hadn’t pulled all of those pranks on him when we were younger…”

Harry huffed. “Like you didn’t help me with every single one of them?”

They grinned at each other fondly. Dean, of course, was the first to look away. “I guess the only thing we can do now is go and reveal myself to him.”

“You make it sound so dramatic,” Harry said sarcastically, because if there was ever a time to be dramatic, this was it.

“Shut up, imp,” Dean called back, stepping out the door, no doubt heading towards the white car parked outside. Harry was sure it hadn’t been there when they first arrived. Well then. He supposed he should thank the angels for not forcing them to walk all the way to Sioux Falls. “Come on, we’ll have to hurry if we want to get there before it gets dark.”

Harry rolled his eyes—headlight existed for a reason—but followed after him.

Just like he had always done.

#harry potter #supernatural #apocalypse fix-it #fanfic #ao3 #agtbd

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thelonliestjim · 7 years

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Things are never relative or relevant; take me back to the mother ship. I need to get back to where I can hide my hurt in my space home. Ace alone traced the phone. & found the real you on the end of the line. Now I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ its all insincere. Lost for words & drowning in tears. My nightmare a reality, my heart the fatality. I’m shaking but there’s no mistaking. First contact, but not with an extra terrestrial- someone who I thought found me acceptable. Now I see you lied but at the time I never thought i had to ask myself why. But now my usefulness has ran dry, like the desert I live in. And yeah I still cry, like the rivers you used to ask me to cry for you. But fuck that because you actually got me to die for you. I had pain in my face and I asked you to stay, you just looked me in the eyes and said no fuxking way. I used to reminiscent of the good times, but they blinded both eyes. Maybe you never hit, but you always made me feel like shit. It hurt at first, to think you were the worst. I gave you a different side of me, a part nobody would ever-ever get to see. Because you see, you brought out the worst side in me. Someone I never-ever thought I would be. Now you’ll only get silence from me, I think I’m more hurt than I can ever-ever be. And home was never a place, it was a feeling you gave; you were my safe space. Now I can’t even look you in the face. Not that I’m allowed back at your place. Now I wish I hadn’t crossed states. It feels like I switched dimensional planes & was given a monkey’s brain. Because in mine, all there is is pain. & a spot for you, that I built out of everything I could give you. The highest throne in my zone. I didn’t know my peace of mind was just a piece of my mind. Because you copped it like a piece of jewlry & dropped it like it was indestructible. Yes it was a surprise when I met my demise. Her circuit fried & she was driven to get me to cry. Yelling until we were hot red. I lied there, but not in my bed. Sitting over there, ignoring that you basically shot me in my head. Now read my lips, “I’m dead.”. Because I felt like nothing without my other half, but optimists hit me with it like this; is it half full or half empty? Well fuck it because I dropped my cup either which-way. Because this is the way. The way I forget you, my favorite person, screw you, my favorite person. You’ve only made my condition worsen, now peep this hearse I’m in. Because the old me killed himself, the new me is thrilled, himself. Gets the whole me to himself. Oh how exciting, the new him has a hand full of lightning. Which explains why he’s always fighting. Kicking, punching, biting. & losing himself in writing. Radiant with his emotions, mixing them into different potions. Trying to find the cure, chasing every lure. His heart was once pure, he thought showing his emotions would make it a for-sure, but found that she couldn’t endure. I wrote this 10 days after you kicked me out

from me, to someone who will never hear it.

#personal #song #lyrics #underground #lonely

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readpleasereview · 7 years

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Best Travel Purse

I have long been in search of a functional, yet stylish, travel purse. No matter where I traveled, no matter how long, I always found myself wanting a purse with sufficient space but wasn’t bulky, that had many pockets and storage areas to choose from, that was durable yet didn’t cost an arm and a leg. Impossible? I was starting to think so.

However, after looking for what seemed like years (it might have been), and becoming convinced that this bag didn’t exist, I found myself in a travel conversation with a friend. During that conversation, she pointed me in the direction of the Kipling Alvar Solid Crossbody bag which she owns in black. She said she loves hers, has used it for years without disappointment, and it is still going strong.

I decided to take the plunge. I ordered up my bag about a week before an international trip and promptly became excited looking forward to its arrival. Was I finally going to discover the bag of my dreams?

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The Arrival

I had done a bit of research on the Kipling brand and knew that it was well respected and even loved. Kipling brand began solely as a bag company yet has grown to be a maker of quality travel gear. They’re recognized worldwide by the whimsical monkey key chain that comes with every bag. This furry mascot gives a nod to Rudyard Kipling’s “The Jungle Book” as well as to the company’s fun-loving and adventurous brand which is named after Kipling himself.

Three days before our departure the bag arrived in a nondescript Mylar envelope. I quickly opened it and was happy to see that right off the bat the bag seemed excellent. I got straight to work opening and closing all the zippered compartments to see what they offered and appeared indestructible. This quality was great to see because nobody wants a zipper that doesn’t work when you’ve stored valuables inside.

Instantly, one of my favorite features was the two zippered sections on top, both of which access the entire height of the bag – top to bottom. I found this two-pocket design to be amazingly helpful for organization. The inner of these two zippered pockets, closest to your body, offers yet another zippered pocket. Right away I knew that this inner-most pocket would hold the bulk of my traveling money.

Passports fit in the slip-in pocket. Inner zipper holds travel cash.

The outer of the two, top, zippered sections offers two, additional, slide-in pockets which I tested out with our passports. Yeah! They both fit in the same slip-in pocket. One criterion important to me during travel is being able to access important documents and papers (such as tickets, boarding passes, and passports) quickly and easily.

Altogether, this bag has four exterior zippered pockets, one interior zippered pocket, and two interior slip-in (non-zippered) pockets. The latter two were conveniently handy as one held my iPhone 6 Plus (or our passports while we traveled) and the other perfectly fit my RFID-blocking credit card case. I can’t tell you how happy I am with the easy accessibility these two slip-in pockets offer.

Credit Card holder is easily accessible next to passports.

History of Bags

Earliest Bags

From the earliest stages of civilization, humans have traveled from one place to the next carrying their belongings with them. The history of bags with the dawn of time when they were first developed to help men and women carry loose items that were too much to hold in their hands. Because of this, they played a fundamental role in the development of civilization and migration as tribes, and wandering nomads took traditional items with them to new places, thus expanding culture and customs throughout the region and even the world. that could be folded up and tied. Because they made their bags out of these perishable, organic materials, few antique bags exist today.

1500 – 1800 A.D.

Travel forward to the period between 1500 – 1800 A.D. when bags became practical, everyday articles used to carry items since clothing was not made with pockets. These early purses were of a pouch, used by both men and women, that attached to their belts. In these pouch bags, they would keep necessities such as money, keys, and other valuables. Later in the 16th century, pockets were introduced into clothing, and subsequently, the waist-pouch bag went out of style.

19th Century

Throughout much of the 17th, 18th, and part of the 19th century, women’s clothing was such that not one but two bags could be hidden underneath. These were often referred to as hidden “pockets” – giving the name to modern-style pockets that are now permanently sewn into clothing.

Also during the 19th century and the time of the Industrial Revolution, we saw the invention of many new fabricating materials which include iron ore and steel. These new materials catapulted the popularity of hand bags which could now be made more durable with these materials.

These new materials also shaped the popularity of large travel bags. Travel trunks, also known as steamer trunks, came into fashion. With these study boxes, travelers could accommodate their many belongings and bring them along on long boat and rail journeys. In addition to these larger bags, manufacturers developed smaller bags called “hand luggage” so that travelers could keep their most essential items close by and not stowed far away in luggage compartments. Although these first hand-luggage bags were larger than what we carry today, they were the real beginnings of the handbag that we now know.

1900 – Present

The most influential factor in hand bag evolution during this period was the emancipation of women. Women were now working out of the home and becoming increasingly mobile. The handbag evolved rapidly as per the needs of these working women. Many new styles, from leather cases to plastic daytime bags, were being developed in rapid succession.

Branding also became all the rage and many great handbag designers that we still know today emerged. With fashion designers on board, the handbag became a favorite fashion accessory for many women. It now could be found in many shapes and forms and was no longer the static, unchanging design of the past.

Packing the Bag

We also kept our camera in the purse but took it out to take this picture!

Since it was going to be approximately 24 hours before we reached our final destination of India, we wanted to have a relatively large list of items accessible to us. I was able to fit every item in the picture above into the purse with ease.

On a side note, one thing that I would highly recommend having with you during long travel is a travel-scarf. You won’t believe how handy these can be as you can use these scarves to keep warm, as a pillow, to cover up yourself and your carry-on items while taking a cat nap, to block the light in the plane, and the list goes on…

Altogether, I wanted to fit the following items into the purse:

Passport

Money

Credit Card Case

Plane Tickets

Phone

Phone Charger

Camera

Headphones

Book

Gum

Socks

Reading Glasses

Sun Glasses

Hair Tie

Deodorant

Excedrin

Mini Toothpaste

Toothbrush

Travel Scarf

Lip Balm

And, we did it! The list is long, but we were able to get it all in – including our camera that’s not in the picture because, well, we needed it to take the picture!

Along the way, we used each and every one of these items and were even able to stuff in a few, additional, random gatherings as we traveled – such as a box of band aids and a ton of receipts and other papers that we collected along the way.

Overall, I would agree that this bag lives up to its hype and can hold and organize almost anything you throw at it.

Still looking good one week into the trip.

The Travel Purse Specs

Dimensions 13” x 10.25” x 1.75” Weight 0.62 lbs Material Nylon Shoulder Strap 24” adjustable Origin China Warranty 1 Year against manufacturer defects SKU HB4061

What I Liked

This bag is great for organization! I kid you not, throughout my 3 ½ week trip, I was able to organize and quickly find anything I had inside, from passports to boarding passes, to band aids. I especially loved that I could keep different country’s currency separated in the two front-zippered pockets for easy access while traveling from country to country.

The adjustable strap is sturdy and comfortable and can be adjusted to wear shorter over your shoulder or longer as a crossbody bag. This adjustability is a valuable feature which helps you set the bag to a comfortable length for your height. I, being height-challenged (LOL), always look for a bag that has a strap I can shorten enough to wear comfortably. All too often I come across a bag whose strap is too long, and the bag ultimately becomes uncomfortable to wear. I was able to sufficiently shorten this strap so that the bag comfortably hit my hip.

Even though I generally need to talk myself out of buying black accessories, in this particular case I was happy to buy this bag in black t have to worry about setting the bag on the floor of the plane or elsewhere. However, if black isn’t your color of choice, this bag comes in 25 different color options, so you’re bound to find one you like. Each bag includes a color-coordinated money key ring which is Kipling’s trademark. (Bonuses abound when you chose a Kipling!)

The fabric is durable and water resistant which helped tremendously on our trip since we traveled during the East Asian Monsoon which pelted the region with strong downpours nearly every day. Even if it got dirty, I could clean it easily and scrub off any dirt without damaging the material.

What I Didn’t Like

To be honest, I’d be hard-pressed to find something I didn’t like about this bag. I found it to honestly be the perfect travel bag.

If pushed, I might say that one negative would be that if you’re not organized putting things in the bag, you could easily lose them. I know this seems crazy, but it is absolutely true – I know because I lived it.

On two separate occasions, I haphazardly threw the apartment key into the bag even though I did remember zipping it safely inside. However, when we later returned to the apartment, I couldn’t find the key anywhere and literally had to empty the bag completely to find it. This, after looking in each pocket 2 to 3 times and creating a real nail-biter situation for myself.

For the record, this is not a small, nondescript key I’m talking about but a 5-inch long, silver skeleton key…. True story. Don’t tell anyone.

Conclusion

I can’t be more thankful than I am to Kipling for creating what I feel is the perfect travel bag. I finally found what I had been looking for after searching for years- literally years. The bag is durable, waterproof, and well-made of quality materials. It offers plenty of pockets for organization and even a pen holder between the two, inner, slip-in pockets. A simple but important feature which keeps you from having to route for a pen in the deepest folds of your purse. It’s this simple attention to details and the well-thought-out design that puts this bag above the rest. I plan to use it for years to come, and when it finally wears out, I will buy another that’s just the same. Thank you, Kipling.

Yep, this Kipling Alvar Crossbody Bag even got to visit the Taj Mahal.

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