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#and yes of course they kissed

marypsue · 11 months

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4, 5, & 19 for the writer's ask meme?

[from this meme]

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

I'll never tell! (Of the ones that I'm actually still intending to finish, 6 fanfics and 3 origfics, with option to resurrect one hiatus'd origfic.)

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

Now seems like as good a time as any to bring back that idea that I had and wrote approximately six paragraphs of without any context or plan, which was 'Lilo & Stitch AU of Thor: Ragnarok, where Darcy Lewis is Lilo and Hela is Stitch'.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

I'm gonna give you one from...the continuation of the light of all lights, the Stranger Things AU of Dracula that I decided in May I wanted to write juuuust a couple more scenes of, which then promptly bloated into thousands of words. Because that's what fics do. (FYI, if you're doing Dracula Daily and this is your first time reading Dracula, the premise of this fic draws on some stuff that hasn't happened yet in the novel's chronology.)

Mina digs her fingers into her knees. The stiff denim of her jeans squelches slightly, the last of the saltwater cold against her fingertips. There hadn’t been time, had been too much danger, to even think about going home for her swimsuit. She’s regretting going into the water fully clothed now, of course. But she hadn’t wanted to strip in front of the boys. Too prim or too shy or too much of both to skinny-dip in the quarry on graduation night, even when Lucy’d begged her to join them in the ice-cold water. And still too prim or too shy or too much of both to let Art Holmwood see her in just her underwear. Even with Jonathan’s life on the line. Even with Lucy –

The image is burned, seared, forever into Mina’s brain. She recoils away from it, the same way she had in the pool, not wanting to see. Wanting to remember her best friend happy and laughing and warm and beautiful and alive, not wanting to remember –

It’s too late for Lucy.

But it might not be for Jonathan.

The pool, the makeshift sensory deprivation tank, had been Dr. van Helsing’s – Bram’s – idea. His design. It was a crutch. A signal amplifier, to help focus Mina’s mind, to broadcast it across whatever impossible distance lies between her and her absent friends.

And it had worked. She’d seen, where before she’d only ever been able to hear fragments of Jonathan’s voice. She’d found him, curled up shivering in a corner of the old treehouse where he’d taken her for so many picnics. The treehouse they’d jokingly called their castle. They’d made elaborate, unserious plans about moving into the treehouse together, before the house, before the proposal, long before Jonathan took that fucking night security job down at the lab. They’d laughingly considered it as an option, if they couldn’t find a place they could afford to rent on a teacher’s salary and a law student’s lack of one. Considered it as a home.

To see it rotting away in a deep, unnatural twilight, black decay eating through all of its walls and making the floor slant and skew, had been almost as frightening as seeing Jonathan so pale and thin and hollow-eyed, so ragged and so desperate. But Mina had seen it, as clear as though she’d been standing on that slanted floor. Had seen Jonathan, had heard his quiet voice humming their song to himself under his breath as he tucked his windbreaker tighter around himself. Had knelt on the boards of that floor so she could reach out to him –

She’d needed the pool to be a signal amplifier, before she could find Jonathan. Before she could find what was left of poor dear Lucy.

But they’re an entire world away.

It has many names. Telesthesia, to the scientists. Remote viewing, though it be more old-fashioned. The children of the flower called it ‘astral projection’, and believed it the gift of an enlightened spirit.

Mina chances another glance between the two guards. Both of them are still paying her an uncomfortable amount of attention.

Oh, well. It can’t be helped.

Mina turns her eyes down onto her knuckles, and tries to concentrate.

#chatter #and yes of course they kissed #thor and loki were of course jumba and pleakley #this is mary's fic tag

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buggachat · 7 months

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remember when miraculous ladybug finally decided to do an "adrien hangs out with The Guys" episode, like how we get scenes of marinette hanging out with The Girls all the time, but i guess the writers decided that the only way adrien would fit in an environment with a bunch of guys was if they were in a gay night club, and the night club was adrien's bedroom, and they were throwing around rainbow glitter and kissing each other and blasting The Village People so loud that it almost killed his already dead mother and

#everyone come get your bi-weekly ''buggachat thinks about Party Crasher'' post #''there is no canon evidence that adrien is LGBTQ'' yeah well try to explain the existence of party crasher to me #like why else would they write it like this #nino: hey dude let's throw a party at your house. GUYS ONLY!!!!#adrien: i dont understand the gender distinction but can we blast The Village People? on my special edition rainbow record w rainbw glitter #adrien: and can nathaniel and marc kiss me?#nino (nodding along): yes. of course.

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trophywifemac · 1 month

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something something shooting a gun together as a metaphor for our powerful but destructive love, something something you figured out the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the entire world and you got it for me and it's perfect

#and den always says yes #then of course there's the whole thing with the missing rocket #the snake without its teeth and all #ugh I hate them so much they make me sick #just kiss already #macdennis #macden #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #always sunny #mac mcdonald #dennis reynolds #iasip 1x05 #iasip 12x08 #my stuff #my gif #macden edit #iasip edit

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tennessoui · 6 months

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what do yall think of a modern au where like. anakin and obi-wan are hired to be extras in the background of a sitcom, and they're paired together to talk at a restaurant/bar while the main characters have drama in the foreground of the scene

but the star actors keep messing up their lines and the scene keeps needing to be reset, so anakin and obi-wan start actually talking while they're waiting for the cameras to turn back on, and there's obviously a lot of instant attraction but also a lot of their talking is about like...the backstory behind their characters (as extras), and each take they decide to do something a little different to see which one can make the other one laugh more

so one take they go in for a hug instead of a hand shake when anakin arrives, another take they're playing footsie under the table the entire time (even if the cameras can't see it), another take, they're mouthing very obvious corny love confessions across the table, and then during what turns out to be the last take, anakin walks onto the set and greets obi-wan with a kiss on his mouth before they sit down to talk

except it's not talking after that, it's just obi-wan sitting there bug-eyed and mouth open, blush blooming across his face

#kit's silly lil aus #obikin #of course someone notices these hot extras in the background #and blows up the screen to get a pic of them to post on social media or something #it's also probably right before anakin's career takes off #or right after #so like people know who anakin is #maybe a big movie with him in it as like a plucky side character comes out #!!! oh and then obi-wan is cast in the role of like dorky professor in another big movie totally unrelated #and an interviewer pulls up this blown up photo of one of them #and she's like hey so is this you?#and anakin is like omg haha yes it is 😳😂 it was so unprofessional and if i could find him i would apologize #and obi-wan is asked about it in a different interview for his big project #and he's like?? apologize? i don't accept #unless it comes with another kiss 😘

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richonnesgf · 1 year

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i removed the background music from this little moment in 7x12 because i've always wanted to hear rick softly shushing michonne as she cries

#richonne #rick grimes #the walking dead #michonne #michonne grimes #7x12 say yes #the heavy breathing #ughhhhh #and the ass grab of course #and him kissing her neck and shoulder

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the-gray-ghosty · 10 months

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One of my favorite headcannons of all time is the one where Dean fake proposes to Sam at restaurants all the time to get free dessert

#and sam is exasperated but will always give dean a kiss and say ''yes you jerk- of course i'll marry you'' and then enjoys their dessert #samdean #sam winchester #spn #sam and dean #supernatural #dean winchester #domestic!winchesters #mine #headcannon #wincest

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sennaverstappen · 4 months

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thinking of writing a lestappen fic in the style of like… a documentary? as in theyre both retired and its max and charles narrating their racing careers + how they got together… maybe a bit avant garde /JOKING but… it wuld be cute…

#.txt #lestappen #winter 2023 #it would be like:#max: oh yes so of course after austria 2022… i went to his hotel room… and i dont - i dont think i remember everything #interviewer: but you guys kissed?#max: 😁 hehe yes… more th-#charles: he means yes. the answer is yes. (he is completely red in the face)#max: it was a nice night!#charles: it was mon petit it was.#charles: mostly bc i wonnnn 😁😁😁😁

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tswwwit · 4 months

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i keep thinking of bill's solution to rein!dip not having a tongue is like...

u know these parasites who bite off fish' tongue and *become* the tongue? a demonic creature version of that

i read the ficlet and keep thinking of these parasites im sorry

Don't be sorry! I absolutely thought of the same thing - though I'm not sure how the actual re-tonguing goes down yet! Bill would know a guy who sells a few parasites, though.

#answers #This is definitely one of the many options I considered for how Bill gives Dipper his tongue back #Spoilers? Yes.#But hey c'mon #Bill's not gonna sit by idly when Dipper's lounging around all mopey and tongueless #His husband NEEDS a tongue! For sass! And kissing!#Of course he's going to look into body-horror-esque solutions; He's Bill Cipher #And he's very clever about it too #Still not sure about the exact method I'm going to use cause I'm not there yet #But it's one of the ideas I've been tossing around

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plantboiart · 24 days

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Okay i need someone to tell me who is jesse and where did he come from. Because like i know he’s listed in kian’s wiki as an ex and i’ve read like a few fics that include him but. I do not remember anyone by that name being mentioned in the campaign or the rolled. So just where is this man from?? I also scrolled through all of grizzly’s tumblr once and found no mention of him so like is he from a tweet or something??? Or was he mentioned during the campaign and i’m just stupid

#/genq #also yes i am writing a fic with him in it even though i’m not even 100% he’s canon #dude doesn’t even say anything though he only exists to kiss kian for plot reasons #(is it the coming out fic where kian cries and things are sad? of course)#just roll with it #jrwi #jrwi show #jrwi bitb #jrwi blood in the bayou #blood in the bayou #kian stone

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kingofthering · 7 months

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Rosquez + shotgunning

Marc & Valentino ending up in some after party following some race in 2013 or 2014. It’s the kind of place you end up at after befriending people at a club and no one knows who they are and it’s just great.

Marc watching Valentino sprawled on a couch, lips wrapped around a joint, mouth exhaling heavy smoke in the hair every now and then. At some point there is a guy —definitely younger than Vale but probably older than Marc— sitting on Vale’s lap, stealing Vale’s blunt from his fingers before using it for a hit. In return, Valentino steals a kiss before the guy leaves, one hand fisted in the guy’s shirt before he lets him go.

Marc doesn’t mean to stare, doesn’t mean to feel so hot about it. Of course he gets caught and when Valentino beckons him over with a tilt of his head, Marc has to walk on unsteady feet to join him and sit down next to him. Marc is hyper aware of Valentino’s arm on the back of the couch behind him and he’s having a hard time ignoring the sweat pooling at Valentino’s neck, droplets going down his chest where his shirt has lost a couple of buttons.

Valentino offers the joint by extending his hand in front of Marc’s face and Marc shakes his head, feeling light-headed when he hasn’t taken anything but alcohol and hasn’t even been drinking that much anyway.

Valentino says “you’ve never done that, have you?” but it sounds way more like a statement than a question. Marc still shakes his head no and Valentino studies him for a minute.

Then, Valentino takes a hit, turns his face to the side to not blow the smoke in Marc’s face and when he says “Trust me”, Marc can’t tell if that’s a question and his heart is going wild but he says “okay” anyway and then he has Valentino’s hand against his cheek, thumb against his jaw.

Marc closes his eyes on instinct and the room spins some more before he feels Valentino’s lips brushing against his. He opens up by instinct and he thinks he should have expected the smoke hitting his throat but it surprises him anyway.

The following instinct is to draw back to cough, once, twice, before he notices that Vale’s hand has moved to his neck, thumb brushing the skin in slow movements. “Easy, breathe, you’re okay.”

Marc breathes. His heart is still going wild and his head is definitely more hazy now, the world vibrating just a little around him. His lips are tingling. He refrains himself from touching them (thank god).

Valentino smiles at him and then he’s taking one last hit before discarding the butt of the joint in an ashtray on the table. The movement puts distance between them and— it’s great, it should allow Marc room to breathe, squash the disappointment of not being able to ask Valentino for another one.

#rpf #4693 #valentino rossi #marc marquez #tw drugs #my writing #yes they could have done the tunnel version but please this is vale of course he’s kissing marc there #vr46 marc au #<— this is what indianapolis is

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hcdragonwrites · 9 months

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Just one night (a @journey-to-the-au Drabble)

Ok this is the part two! This is the comfort/ fluff of what happens after Six Eared Macaques previous rampage from Nightmares. I am glad I split these into two so people can pick and choose.

Mild trigger warning: Brief mentions of attempted SA (again nothing goes into detail at all but still sometimes this can still be a trigger.)

It’s over.

The nightmare is over.

Then why does it feel like i'm breathing but I can’t catch my breath?

Willow felt her heart beating too fast, her mind repeating the nightmare.

The cave still smelled of blood.

The imposter was dead. He lay there, finally revealed, a monkey of gray blue fur with a face of shadows. Nothing to be distinguishable of who, or what, his personality had been before it assumed the skin of their leader. Of her friend.

Of Wukong.

Her Wukong had come through the water of Water Curtain Cave in a flash of gold, eyes blazing red. Almost like a Heaven send. A blessing.

In that moment Willow had stepped forward, to the embrace of this nightmare she had dutifully taken as her yoke, a blur or fiery orange had smashed its way through the curtain of water.

“IMPOSTER!” He had called in challenge, his staff coming free of his ear. With a flick of the Kings wrist, the weapon grew in tremendous size.

The imposter had turned, hackles rising, bloody mouth circling back into a snarl. Wukong had roared. The imposter had screamed. Then they were upon each other. It had been a battle, long and difficult. Fur had flown, stone had shaken. At times the combatants had traversed the skies, shooting like two wayward stars from a bow through the Heavens. More blood fell.

In the midst of it, the imposter had cleaned the remnants of its meal from his mouth, making it impossible to tell the twisting and twining fighters apart. Which was which?

Willow had waited as finally, after gods and other immortals had been unable to tell who was who, Mama Courage and Wisdom stepped forward. Willow couldn’t hear the words being spoken between the celestials and Wisdom. She could only hear a ringing in her ears, a drumming of her heart.

She couldn’t catch her breath.

Willow's palms were wet with sweat and white. Whiter than porcelain. Courage took one of those hands, holding it tight. Breaking her numbness, her shock. Willow grasped the hand, holding on. The fear still coiled in her gut, a snake tightening its hold on her. But Courages hand was the anchor she clung to as her body battles within itself.

Wisdom had found him out, had picked out the real Wukong. A mother knew her child. That’s when the imposter had lost. He had felt it, probably, sensing the shift in the wind. In that moment he tried to run. The mirage of his disguise had fallen off in the fright. Wild white eyes, teeth bared of flesh. And now.

He was nothing more than a stain on the floor.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” The words echo, still alive within Willows head.

Willow was trying to drown those words out.

She’s failing.

The storm inside her body is a rage of water, threatening to drag her down. Those blue eyes flash sharply in her head and Willow feels herself shake.

“Willow?”

She startles. She flinches, shaken from the very real echo of what had almost happened. “Reaffirm our union… Maybe more later.”

Willow looks up, kneeling on the stone floor of the cave. She doesn’t remember when she sat back down. Wukong stands before her. He blocks her view from the rest of the cave, from what the other troop members are beginning to clean up. He blocks her view from the bodies. But Willow still sees the imposter, has to see it. She has to kill the fear in her head that at any moment, any second, those ice eyes can come back and stare into her. To ask things of her that make her soul pull away and her body go cold.

“Willow?”

Wukong stands before her, eyes o so vulnerable. His voice is bleeding uncertainty, his hands fidgeting. He looks to her then looks away, confused on what to do.

Willow also doesn’t know what to do.

How do you tell your friend that someone wore their skin and killed and began to stalk her every step? Willow feels Mama Courage beside her, the hand squeezing. She looks up.

‘It’s him Willow. It’s our Stone Monkey.’ She signs and taps in her unique monkey way. It had taken a long time for Willow to learn this sign language, struggling but wanting to understand. Now, after decades of living together she had mastered this speech. ‘Go. You both need each other.’

‘What of you? He needs his mothers too.’ Willow signs back, not trusting her voice. That storm inside her throat is threatening to release, the track of her tears still wet. Mama Courage notices this and frowns in concern.

‘He needs a friend more. He needs you.’ She signs back. ‘And you need him most of all. To banish that demon, that nightmare. You are still shaking.’

It was true. Willows body still shook as if she had caught a deep bone chill. The blue eyes flash in her memory. Ice cold and drowning her from within Wukongs face. She had been chilled in a sense.

Before she could respond, Mama Courage had stepped away. She disappeared behind Wukong, going to help Wisdom with the mess and to spread the word of what had occurred. To reveal the truth.

Now it is just the two of them.

“It’s ok Willow.” Wukong spoke, gaze still averted. “I asked my Master if I could spend a night to … to fix the problems at home.” Willow watched as those hands wrung against each other. “But if - if what has happened- if my face brings you concern- makes you uncomfortable— I understand.”

Willow saw him step a bit off, unsure of what to do.

The eye of the hurricane was moving over Willow, that numb silence beginning to break.

Another half shuffle. He was moving closer to the carnage behind him, further from her reach. Further from her.

He’s just as afraid as I am that something has broken between us. The realization hits her like a slap.

The great wave within her, the one she had tampered down to keep her calm, to keep her cool as she had faced that monster covered in blood—

It broke through her.

Before Wukong could step further back, to disappear, to help, Willow had his face in her hands.

Willow braced her courage and stared into those eyes, determined to banish the fear that somehow, the monster had escaped. The Monkey King's eyes widened, gold within a sea of red. Willow pressed a kiss to his temple, a test.

If you are my sweet boy, my handsome monkey, she thought vehemently, this will prove it.

If you are that monster … I’ll see it in your eyes.

Willow waited.

Wukongs face was full of surprise. He blinked rapidly, uncomfortable about the intense eye contact. He looked away, looked to the side. Then he looked back up.

“Willow… what … what happened ?” For he could sense something beginning to churn within his friend. A tipping point of sorts and he, the cliff she balanced on.

The monster is dead.

Relief.

Willow breathed out. The air in her lungs shook.

Relief broke the iron in her spine. What little courage she had clung to swept away and she let it. In the dozens of decades she had been with Wukong, had cultivated and grown their trust and friendship, she had found and grown a safe place to be herself. Not Earth Reaching Willow of Polestar Palace, Eldest Daughter. To be her true self. To be one with the emotions she had suppressed. The feelings she had to repress as a princess unless she gave the wrong impression, put on the wrong face, among her fathers courtiers.

I want my friend. The longing was fierce and wild. It scorched her veins and pricked her eyes with fresh tears. A strangled sob passed between her teeth as she tried to stifle it with her fist.

“Willow?”

I need my friend - I need him.

She could be just Willow here, in his arms. She didn’t need to be a shield. She didn’t need to be a princess. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, holding.

“The last thing I want is for you to go.” She whispered. And that’s when it fell. The tears came fast and hard, her body shaking with it. The hurricane was passing over here, the eye of the storm now past. The wind within her was full of the past years spent with the imitation of her friend. His watching eyes, his burning brushes against her hands. Those days when he had hinted, suggested, and plainly stated he wanted more—

Wukongs hands held her arms, cooed in her ear. “It’s ok Willow. Let it out. Breathe.”

“Don’t go…” she whispered, making a mess of tears on his shoulder.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. I’m right here.”

Nightmares. She felt them all coming across her mind then, each time she lifted her face to catch a breath. The nightmares flashed into her head. But they weren’t nightmares.

“He can’t hurt you Willow. He can’t hurt anyone ever again.” Wukongs voice was fierce in that promise as he turned to press a kiss to her temple. Sealing the promise as he rubbed her arms like a mother to a babe.

They were memories. Of all the times the imposter, the Six Eared Macaque, had pressed her for touches. Had asked for kisses. Had attempted many times to get her away from the eyes of others. Earth Reaching Willow had walked the halls feeling eyes always upon her.

He had cornered her one terrible night and had reached for her. Willow had felt like a rabbit caught in a snare as his hand had caressed her face, had trailed to her lips. He had been interrupted by Rin Rin coming in to ask for bouquet suggestions, wanting to know what blossoms to pair best with what greens in preparation for a feast. Her friend had saved her that night and she didn’t even know.

None of them had known.

Each time the memory popped up, Willow flinched away, trying to curl deeper into the orange fur. Trying to burrow into her friend because he was real. And she needed that reality from the wake that was her mind. It grounded her, allowed her to be scared. Willow breathed him in. The imposter had never smelled quite right, had never felt quite right, hadn’t talked quite right. At least to her.

Wukong, this Wukong- her Wukong, smelled of the world, of growing things and sunlight, of ozone and wind. Of rain upon dry stone. The Six Eared Macaque had been floral and fruity, sweet like a honeyed nectar trap, like a carnivorous flower. And she the unwitting fly.

All the things he had tried to do to lure her in had failed. Willow had survived.

Barely.

My Wukong is here. My friend, my confidant, my partner in this eternity. I do not have to be brave anymore. I don’t have to be strong. Here, I can cry.

Nothing could ever replicate the muscle memory, the familial way that Willow and Wukong both folded into each other's embrace. They had hundreds of years to build this body-deep familiarity with one another. This instinctual trust.

Not even a six eared all knowing demonic monkey could copy that.

Willows sobs were not slowing. They were gaining traction instead. All the fear of years of living with a masked monster in their midst, all the close calls that Willow was remembering now, battered her. Wukong shifted a bit and she felt more than saw Wukong grow in size. Her arms moved apart, having to move from holding his face to grab his middle.

“I’m going to move us Willow. Is that alright ?” His voice is soft, questioning.

My sweet friend, so tender in his asking.

She can’t trust her own voice but nods. Then they were up, an arm beneath her leg and another holding her back. As the sounds of the waterfall retreated, Willow felt the tightness in her chest start to loosen. Breaths she couldn’t take before, that seemed to catch in her throat, came easier.

Each step took them away from the roar of the water. With each crash of tears, Willow curled into her friend. Mama Courage had been right. She had needed him.

Wukong finally stopped moving, settling the both of them down onto the stone floor. They were in an alcove, a bit of a stone hollow off of the main passageway. Willow looked up at Wukong then as he crossed his legs. He nestled her into his lap. His tail wrapped her own lags, a warm blanket against the cold.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm..” Willow sniffed. Her nose would be stuffed later but she didn’t care. Couldn’t care. She wiped her eyes and tried to see through them.

Wukong looked terribly sad, his face on the brink of breaking itself.

“Oh darling…” she hiccuped. Willow touched his forehead. The golden circlet was cold across her fingers. “It’s not your fault.”

She could see it hurting, eating away at her friend. A worm within an apple core, destroying all the good fruit about it.

They only had one night. One night.

Willow wished for more than just a night.

“Wu-Wukong.” Her voice came out thick. Her monkey leaned into her touch, those golden eyes warm and full of love.

“You don’t need to relive those things.” He said. “Not tonight. Not ever again if you wish. You don’t even have to trust me again. My face … it has been used for terrible things…monstrous things. I see it in all of your eyes.”

Unspilled tears pooled in his face. “I can see it in your eyes. In my mothers. In my friends. In Ba and Ma and Liu and Rin Rins eyes.”

“You all have ghosts in your eyes and I can’t banish them. Because I caused them. ”

Those sad words were spoken with such sorrow, with such rejection that Willows was moving before she could think. Willow pulled his face down to hers.

“This isn’t your fault Wukong.” Willow said.

“It is completely my fault…”

“Oh my sweet Monkey…” She said into his fur. I wish you didn’t have to go- I wish you could stay here, stay with us with me, to help chase those memories into the dark. “How I missed you.”

Wukong swiped some of her tears off her cheek, rumbling not words but noises.

“But you have a pilgrimage to be a part of. You are needed there.” Willow says.

“I’m needed here.” The guilt is eating him, swallowing him up bit by bit. The words he couldn’t say were evident in his eyes. If I had been here none of this would have happened, they said.

“You will always be needed here.”

“Maybe not as welcome.” Wukong pulled back, looking away. “ A stranger took my face and committed atrocities. That face, my face, hurt you. My mothers. My friends. My home.” His voice is shaking. From anger, from sorrow, she did not know. Wukong was powerful. He had challenged Heaven, had defeated dragons, outwitted gods. He had shapeshifted into a thousand different things, had gained a weapon that matched his own abilities. He was a warrior, a King who cared for his people.

Wukong hadn’t been able to protect them. It ate at him. Swallowed him in an endless loop of pain.

“I wasn’t here to protect you.” He whispered. Wukong had burst through the cave, seeking his doppleganger with anger. When he had seen the bloody remains of Cloud, the smiling face of his imitation covered in blood and approaching his mothers and Willow—

He had lost it.

“Wukong look at me.”

He didn’t move his head, despondent. Willow dug her fingers in deeper to the fur, twisting the large monkey about just enough to see him clearly.

She carded those fingers through Wukongs fur, half comfort for her and half comfort for him. Those fingers plucked and pulled, tugged and tended in the ways the monkey king had shown her, all those years ago when she first came to Flower Fruit Mountain.

“It’s better than brushing,” He had said. “It’s a way we say we love one another and strengthen that love. A language spoken through our hands.”

Willow spoke that silent language now. She moved the fingers through and around his face, over his ears. Willow silently kissed the tears from his cheeks as she cried her own. His pain was hers. And hers was his.

In that silent and dark place the two took shelter against the world. Willow from her own memories. Wukong from his own perceived failings.

The story of what happened fell slowly from Willows lips. She held nothing back. Wukong would either stiffen or growl, huff or pull her closer at each new unearthed memory. Willow lived them again here and now, feeling the night slip between her fingers like grains of sand. She had only one night.

One night to banish that blue-eyed monster from its association with Wukong. I won’t let that demon take him from me.

It was a fierceness that surprised Willow. It gave back some of her strength, allowing her to speak nakedly about the truth of what had happened since Wukong began his pilgrimage.

I won’t let him be poisoned to me. I won’t let my experience of a few years erase more than a lifetime of memories.

Willow would not leave that between them. She loved Wukong too much to lose him to some faceless cannibal that had been a drop in the ocean of time they had spent together.

It would take more than a night Willow knew, to repair what things had been shaken. But she would get the worst of it done. She would find a way to see him again before his journey was done. She needed him. And he needed her.

If I have to blackmail all of Heaven I will. I’ll air my fathers own dirty laundry to steal a few moments with Wukong on the road. Then once he’s home I won’t let him go till he knows he’s wanted and loved by all of us. He’s family.

Willow cried and in turn counseled her friend. Wukong simply sat at times to listen, at others times he spoke of promises and things he would do, ways he would make it up to her. Willow would shake her head.

“Just be you. Just always and forever be my lovely Monkey.”

“I promise.”

And together, in the very heart of the mountain, the two wept. Once the sun rose, Wukong brought Willow back to his mothers. He said his goodbyes. The pain and indecision on his face was at war with itself. Willow, when her turn came to say goodbye, took Wukongs hand. She wrapped her pinky around his.

“When I see you again I’ll tell you of all the things we’ve done.” Willow whispered, pressing her forehead to his. “I will tell you of the seasons change and I will tell you of the coconut toddy and sweet plumb wine we drink for you on your birthday. Of Ba and Ma’s latest stunts, of how Liu and Rin Rin act cuter than ever as they continue to court. I will tell you of all the babies born and all of the younglings who try to prove themselves to their amors.”

Willow felt Wukong shake a bit. She tightened her hold on his other hand, squeezing. “I will tell you of the new trees we plant, of the new games we invent, of the new relationships we cultivate.”

“The most important thing I will tell you though is how much we love and miss you, Wukong. How we are all eagerly awaiting you back at home. How, even now, I can’t wait for your return.”

“You … mean that?” He stared, golden sunset eyes misting over with new tears.

“Oh love. You don’t have to ask. I always miss you.” She smiled. “You are my handsome monkey. My lovely monkey. My best friend. I want you to be happy. And if ever those fellows you travel with make you guess or judge yourself harshly— then I will remind them why I chose you. Of all the beings and people of the world and Heaven, I picked you. And you picked me.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“The sooner you go.” Willow said softly. “The sooner you will come back to Flower Fruit Mountain. And the sooner I can enjoy those peaceful days with my husband.”

Wukong gave one last desperate look back, and it took all of his family’s willpower not to call him, to beg him to stay. Instead, Willow waved smiling at him. Mama Courage and Mama Wisdom both held each other, smiling at their boy.

Marshal Liu stepped closer to the smaller group, along with Ma and Ba and Beng. A silent gesture of we will take care of them, in that action.

Wukong smiled, half heartedly, and leapt through the water. Gone as quickly as he had arrived.

Willow turned then, hands clasped within their robed sleeves. She had a task to do now.

“Marshal Liu?”

“You have an idea, don’t you Mrs Willow?”

“Are my thoughts that evident?” Willow smiled as Marshal Liu nodded. He kept pace with her. walking as Willow turned deeper into the cave.

“I need a few scrolls of parchment.” The idea had already taken shape in her mind. Wukong may be stuck within his duties to his pilgrims. But she was not. She would have to be wise, be careful. She didn’t want to turn this into a heavenly spectacle. She did have a few contacts, however, that could be trusted with the whole truth of her urgency. “I need to write a few letters to Heaven.”

“Heaven?”

“Yes. I know Liu. I don't write home often.” As the sounds of the waterfall faded again, Willow felt her heart thrum with determination. “One night is hardly enough time to heal what has been wrecked here. And I intend on calling on a few favors.” She would send her letters, seeking out sympathetic ears discreetly. She would help Sun Wukong heal just as much as he had helped her. They would do so together. Even if the distance may be great I will find a way.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #passes out #I AINT gonna lie I cried at parts in this one #because Earth Reaching Willow and Sun Wukongs relationship is so strong and tender #yes kisses can be platonic fight me I’ve seen enough of culture to know this #forehead kisses though? those are the best so of course I had to throw those in #please when she says ‘I need him’ made me instantly sob because we have all been there when we just need to fall into someone’s arms and cry #I’m sorry if this makes you cry too #I got tissues for you #for journey to the au #sun wukong #earth reaching willow #the betrothal au #jttw wukong #jttw monkey king #jttw tag #jttw au #dude writing Rin Rin Coming into that scene -#like asking about flowers and pausing because the tension in the air must be so thick. that sent chills up my spine just a bit #I love all these monkeys #no music this time either I had to feel this one out without musical help #I Hope i did. them justice #because I love this AU very much #hcfanfics

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