#i m in love with his stupid monkey face

[roturo]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ CHASING THAT FEELING

ੈ♡₊˚•. 'TILL YOU'RE MADE OF ME! gojo satoru & geto suguru (separated) ⊹˚. ♡

tags: breeding and breeding!, possesive behavior, unprotected sex, god complex, cult leader!geto suguru, crazy in love!gojo satoru, mentions of killing, mating press, overstimulation, dumbfication, tummy buldge, use of nicknames (doll, princess, love, baby, queen, house-wife), fluff if you squint your eyes to the point you can barely see. rbs & comments are appreciated! may gotten too lost writing for geto lol.

gojo satoru

this man won’t let you chase the feeling and would give it to you in a plate made for gold. It would become too much for your own good– most of the time it happened once he came back from a long and exhausting mission he needed to take care of. he was never really in a bad mood, but this mission specifically made his eyes twitch and even raise his voice at Yuuji once he came back. 

“Can you believe those fuckers made me do that?” his voice was low, sounding almost like a demand to you, “I… I could easily snap my fingers and disappear the higher ups if I wanted to. What stops me’ I’m literally a god to them” a specific hard thrust made your eyes roll, already fucked dumb with how he was using your body, like if you were just a fuck toy made for him.

“Wouldn’t that be a better idea mhm?” a small whine came out of him when his already sensitive cock was feeling that familiar sensation that made the both of you see stars, “kill them and just stay all day fuckin’ this pussy? my pussy.” his hands gripped your hips in even a more possessive way like if you’re going to escape from him any moment. “what d’ya think so doll? make you a mommy with how much cum i would dump in you, fill you up, be my little house-wife hm?”

in less than a second he had your legs up, almost breaking you in half– his thrusts becoming erratic and somehow faster than before. you could sense your night lamp blinking and some furniture shaking– gojo couldn’t take it anymore, he was so pent up this whole week he kept imagining infinite ways to fuck you and make you pregnant so he could no longer be away from you.

“Mhmgh- this fuckin’... fuck.” with that last thrust you forgot how many times you had come in the night, thinking you really just passed out because of the overpleasure, you felt gojo’s body suddenly fall into you– heavy breathing coming out of him, “are you okay baby? this was… shit.  ‘m sorry-  guess i missed you a little too much.”

geto suguru

he even got weirded up with himself after feeling something other than hate towards humans. but the way his heart softened each time he was you talking with mimiko and nanako made him feel that homely feeling again– he wouldn’t trust someone else to take care of them, fuck, he doesn’t even let manami  go inside his room but the he has you there inside taking not only care of those two small cute monsters but of him too.

“Ah… Shit- why i didn’t do this sooner?” there was a small bump adorning your tummy with how much cum there was inside you, each time expanding a lil more when geto’s cock filled you up again and again. “Fuckkkkk, should this be it? Make you mine? Fill you up and get you knocked up huh?” he thrusted inside you hard making you roll your eyes and fill your eyes with tears.

“I bet you would love that- All those stupid monkeys would be jealous, you’d be their queen, my queen– c’mon, tell me how much you want this baby.” his movements became slower, giving you some time to breathe and answer his question. face getting closer to yours he licked away the pleasure tears you’ve been displaying to him, “please ‘sugu- please make me yours- show those monkeys they have no chance with you, just… me” geto left a long groan at that, giving you no time to react and coming in once “atta’ girl,” that smirk appearing on his face, “i will keep fucking this pussy day and night until you’re made of me princess– ffuuckk-” you smiled at his words, cupping his face– eyes full of admiration towards to him even in this giddy state.

“fuck me until i belong to you my saviour” you whispered into his lips, before you could kiss him he answered, “I already do my love” he smiled and then kissed your lips– not in a hungry way, but in a way he could express what he couldn’t with words.

one of his hands crawled down until it met your nub of nerves, opening you eyes again to see his- “i can’t ‘sugu, s’much” -the pleasure was overwhelming, he was making sure you come dry, with no mercy he started rubbing that specific spot, making you arch your back, your pelvis touching his in the process. “the last one baby, i promise… i… i just have to make sure”

“please baby… make me a dad, make me yours, and i promise i will even kill all the remaining monkeys in this world for you to be mine too.” you chuckled at his sentence, giving a small peck on his lips “aw ‘sugu, you know that’s your purpose even before meeting me, the day i was born, i was made for you– i belonged to you.” “fuck baby, don’t say that, i’m only a god to those defenceless monkeys, you have all control over me.”

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[turnersverse]

with the exception of you i dislike everyone in the room.

a/n: this is my first fic and i have no idea what i'm doing so please bear with! please feel free to leave any feedback bc the last time i wrote was over a year ago sooooo ...

you discover alex's true feelings for you after finding his notebook he is always writing in but never shows anyone

friends to lovers, alex and reader have been friends for about 10 years !

you'd been in the studio all day with the band, even though you weren't apart of it you would often help with some of the guitar parts, seeing as you played it yourself. the monkeys already had about 4 songs for their new record, and you had a feeling this album could boost them to worldwide fame.

you were sat next to jamie, who was plucking at random strings on his guitar, his face scrunched up in concentration as he worked out in his brain the arrangement of notes. matt and nick were stood behind alex, who was hunched over his notebook that he wrote anything to do with the monkey's music in.

"al, mate, we need the lyrics. i don't know what i'm doing over here." jamie said, still looking at his guitar.

"just write a riff or something, i dunno." alex mumbled, before adding. "and can you two stop breathing down my neck? all i'm going to be able to write is how nick o'malley's annoyingly hot breath was gliding over the back of my head."

matt and nick just laughed as alex glared at them, nick starting to purposefully blow air at alex.

"right, stop it now." alex frowned, standing up from his seat. "i'm going for a smoke." and with that he left the room.

"he's got loads of songs in that stupid little book, he just doesn't want us to see them. i have a theory that he's just gonna start a solo project." matt said, sitting down on the sofa next to you. nick still hovered by alex's previous seat, looking between the notebook and the other three.

"no, nick, you can't." you said, knowing what nick was planning on doing.

matt caught on quickly, "i mean, it wouldn't hurt. al's not gonna know..."

"yeah but if he doesn't want us to see them, he'll have a good reason for it." you argued. jamie sighed and stood up, walking to the door.

"i'll go speak to him." the guitarist said before leaving the room.

you sat back, more comfortably, on the sofa. "why don't one of you write something? 'r u mine' is fairly based on the drums."

matt just scoffed, "yeah, i'll write summat, and then alex will come up with some lyrics that won't fit it at all." this had happened just the other day with jamie, who had written 'the best riff of his life' (as he'd called it) before alex showed the rest of the band the lyrics to a song he'd called 'mad sounds', which was much slower than what jamie had come up with.

"lets just have a peak.." nick said, inching closer to the notebook.

"nick, no." you said firmly.

"nick, yes!" matt said, a stupid grin on his face. the drummer looked at his mate, and a look was exchanged between the two. before you could even register their plan, matt had pinned your arms behind your back as nick grabbed the notebook.

you gasped in shock, looking between the two lads. matt was laughing whilst nick flicked through the book, until he stopped. you watched as his eyes scanned the page, before he spoke up. "hey, this is really good."

"let us see then." matt said, and nick handed the notebook to matt. you glanced over, although you knew your best mate would be fuming if he found out, the anticipation had got to you. scribbled at the top of the page were the words 'stop the world i wanna get off with you'. you read through the lyrics, finding that the song was obviously some sort of love song.

"that is really good." you said quietly, a few lyrics sticking out to you. a few phrases you'd heard before. matt hummed, and started tapping the floor with his foot. he flicked to the next page, where alex had written the guitar part.

"oh yeah." matt nodded, "this is similar to the tune we did the other day. 'why'd you only call me when you're high?'"

nick nodded, "yeah i noticed that. dunno who the lyrics are about but its pretty good." as he mentioned the lyrics, matt glanced at him, a certain look in his eyes.

you caught that, confusion written on your face. alex was your best mate, if something was going on, he'd tell you. but you felt like you were missing something here.

just as nick was about to say something, alex and jamie walked back into the room. you, matt and nick all looked between each other and alex, your eyes saying 'uh oh'. alex glanced at matts lap and saw the book.

"what the fuck?" he stormed over to matt and snatched his precious notebook up.

"alex, its good!" matt said, raising his arms up in defence.

"i dont want to do that one." he said angrily.

"why not?" you added in, looking at alex.

alex sighed, looking at you before sitting in the seat he had been in before. "lets just do something else."

"no, lets do this." nick said, his hands now on his hips.

"i wanna see." jamie said, walking to alex and picking up the notebook. alex didnt stop him, he just sat watching jamie's reaction.

after a few moments, jamie looked up with a smile, "this is really good."

"thanks." alex mumbled.

"we could do it. we could do a bit of.." matt stood up and went to his drums, picking up his drumsticks and drumming a bit of a beat. "we could do a bit of that."

alex nodded in approval, "yeah. i wrote the guitar as well. its on the next page."

matt smiled, now knowing that alex had given in as jamie flicked to the next page and looked at the guitar part. "yeahhhhh." he said, nodding his head. he put the notebook down and picked up his guitar, strumming the parts he remembered. everyone in the room collectively nodded, as nick picked up his bass and started playing stuff that would go along with the main guitar.

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the band finished up in the studio 3 hours later, with a demo recorded for the album. alex had offered for you to go round his for tea, and you had gladly accepted. this was something the two of you did often; you would get together and order some sort of takeaway and spend most of the night talking. this had been a sort of tradition ever since alex bought his first house, and you and him spent the first night in there talking until the sun rose.

alex put out his cigarette before unlocking his car as you finished locking up the building. you got into the passenger side, flicking the radio on when alex started the car.

'starman' by david bowie was playing, a song you had always been fond of. you hummed along the the melodies as alex sat in a comfortable silence.

"i was thinking of covering summat for the album." alex spoke up, his accent prominent in his words.

"yeah?" you glance over at him, knowing he probably had an idea of what he wanted to cover by the tone of his voice.

"i was thinking that poem, the one you really like."

"what, 'i wanna be yours'?"

alex nodded. "yeah. thought it would be nice."

you nodded, a small smile on your face. "if you could pull it off. whats all this about though, with the new song and that? a new lover maybe?" you said, wiggling your eyebrows at alex.

"what? no!" he said, looking at you and then back at the road. "stop wiggling your eyebrows at me, you knob."

you just laugh in response, shaking your head as you turned your attention to the road. after a few moments, alex spoke up again.

"did you like the song though? i thought the lyrics were a bit.. i dunno.. cheesy."

"i think it's really good, al. it's similar to the stuff you wrote for 'suck it and see', in a way." you commented, holding back the other thoughts you had.

"yeah, i havent been feeling very.. romantic, lets say, since me and alexa broke up." alex said quietly, knowing that for the past 10 years, there probably hadn't been a single day he hadn't felt that way.

the two settled into a comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey back to alex's house. when they arrived, alex unlocked the door and you went straight to his living room, grabbing 'your' blanket from the back of the settee before settling in the corner of his l-shaped sofa, where you always sat. alex came back into the room with two cans: a can of carling and a pre-mix malibu and pineapple. he passed the latter to you, a quiet 'thank you' leaving your lips.

"chinese or pizza?" alex said, holding up the menus he had also collected from the kitchen.

you hummed, thinking for a moment. "pizza. usual order?"

alex nodded, reaching for his phone to order the food. you got comfy in your seat, pulling the blanket over your legs. you took the tv remote off the coffee table and flicked through the channels, not really reading what was on as something else plagued your mind.

"alright, cheers mate." alex said as he ended the call. "pizza will be here in 45 minutes."

you nodded, your eyes still focused on the tv screen. alex came and sat down next to you, pulling some of the blanket on to his lap and watching you try to find something to watch.

"that sounds good." he said to a true crime series you had stopped your scrolling to read the description of. you clicked on it and placed the remote back down on the coffee table, now concentrating on the series.

alex watched you for a few moments before watching the tv as well. he felt as if something was off with you. usually you would rest your head on his shoulder. he also felt like you'd been a lot quieter today, which you never are.

"are you okay?" he spoke up, watching you turn to look at him.

"uh, yeah." you said quickly, turning your attention back to the screen.

sighing, alex reached for the remote and paused the series. "no you're not. whats up?"

you pull your legs up to your chest, avoiding eye contact. "nothing, its just.." you trail off.

"just..?" alex said, waiting for you to continue.

you sigh, just deciding to spit it out. "the new song.. the lyrics."

alex felt his heart drop, knowing that you knew. "yeah?"

"'with the exception of you i dislike everyone in the room'. you said that to me. at the 'suck it and see' release party." you say, quietly.

"y/n.." alex said, praying silently for you to look at him. "i'm sorry."

you look up at him, confusion written all over your face. "why are you sorry?"

"i dunno, i'm sorry for letting my silly old heart feel like this. i understand if you don't feel the same. but every word in that song is true. the meaning of it all.. and i've always felt this way. thats not the only one as well. so many songs have been inspired by you, and how i feel for you. i'm so, so sorry if you don't reciprocate these feelings, but i can't hide them anymore." alex said, and you could see it all in his eyes. the desperation for you to feel the same, the fear of rejection, the look of love.

you didn't know what to do. you knew you felt the same, and it scared you. it scared you that you'd always loved alex, but could never bring yourself to do anything about it. you never dreamed he would feel the same until today.

"please say something." alex said quietly, watching you.

"i feel the same way." was all you could say at first. you watched as the look in alex's eyes completely changed, how it softened.

"it scares me alex, because i dont want to lose you. i can't lose you. you're my best friend, but i've always felt more. i've always longed to be the one you write songs about. the one you kiss goodnight and wake up beside every morning. but i'm so, so scared. i'm scared i'll ruin it all and i'll lose you. i'm scared of love." you say quietly. the next thing you knew, alexs arms were around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

you clutched onto him, relishing in the feeling of being in his arms. "don't feel like that. don't be scared. you'll never lose me." alex said softly.

you look up at him, watching as his gaze flickered between your eyes and lips, your breath stolen away as he closed the gap between you and met your lips with his. and in that moment, you knew that had been where you were wrong. as your lips fit alex's perfectly like a puzzle. you knew you were made for each other, soulmates both platonically and romantically.

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another little a/n: i didn't really know where i was going with this, and i'm sorry if the endings shit😪

p.s if you noticed the miles reference ily

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[f10werfae]

Sugar Bun cuddles

Pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill X Shy!Short!Wife

summary: while on her period Henry has to put up with a little more attitude than normal, whilst also cuddling his precious sweet girl, and making sure she's taken care of, and baby Marly (Sweet!Henry) (Brat!Reader)

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“Sugar bun whas wrong? No cuddles this mornin’?” Henry whispered spooning his little love, her body cocooned in the pink fluffy blanket, his hands feeling up the silhouette of her body. “M’not happy m’bleedin’ , go ‘way” She whispered shrugging his hands off, nuzzling her head further into her pillow, her body squirming like a caterpillar. “Alright bunbun, you jus’ come out when you’re ready, am missin ya” He whispered kissing the top of her head before launching himself out of bed.

Henry understood that once a month, he had to be a little more delicate with his precious wife, after all the only thing he could offer was to stop her period for 9 months. Although within minutes of him sitting himself down onto the plush couch, a small figure wrapped in a blanket launched herself onto his lap, straddling and cuddling against him like a monkey. “Y-you left me” 

Y/n whimpered looking up from her blanket, her eyes glossy and wet with tears, her body shaking with her hands wrapped around her husband’s torso, she couldn’t help but feel the pain in her stomach start to double. “Oh baby, no, ya know i’d never leave ya; jus’ thought maybe ya wanted the bed all to yourself” He cooed rubbing her cheek gently with the back of his finger, the rest of her body was chalk cold but her face was steaming.

“N-no jus wanted not t-to be touched, not t-to be left!” She whined wiggling on his lap, her brows furrowing, her hand lightly shoving his shoulder before her arms crossed over her chest. “m’sorry sugar pie, I promise not to leave ya in the bed again” He whispered leaning forward to nudge her nose with his playfully, a small smile erupting on her face along with a few sniffles. “m-m’sorry too, I-I’m actin’ like a brat, b-but I jus’ feel so icky” She explained flailing backwards only to be caught by his built arms, her huffs being replaced with laughs as Henry kissed her neck rapidly to a point where it turned ticklish.

“S-stop it- Oh no” Y/n shifted suddenly, a serious look in her doe eyes, her hands quick to cover her crotch. “What? what is it honey? Did ya hurt yaself down there? Lemme see” Henry rambled scared he had hurt his sweet lover, especially during her most vulnerable time of the month, where nearly everything was sensitive. “N-no you stupid! I-I felt a spurt of b-blood” She shouted rushing off his lap, running crazily to the bathroom, shrugging off the blanket on the way to the toilet; leaving Henry shocked and confused for a few seconds.

“Sugar plum are you okay? Do ya need me to call someone?” He said loudly knocking on the bathroom door, listening to his poor girl whine and whimper, and he couldn’t even get in cause she had locked the damn door. He didn’t care if she was bleeding out of her pussy, he didn’t like hearin’ her in pain all alone, his sweet girl. 

“N-no bear, leave me a-alone, s’embarrassing” She whined, Henry smiled a little practically hearing her foot stomping from outside, “Alright m’not leavin’ but i’ll shut up, i’ll wait for ya here bun” He said sitting down against the wall, his legs propped up for his elbows to lean against his knees; his head thinking of all the ways he could help her feel better. Guaranteed was she not on her period her tone and attitude wouldn’t have been tolerated, at all. But Henry wasn’t a total idiot, he understood what was going on inside her body thanks to basic science classes, but he still couldn’t help but feel a little hurt every time she pushed him away.

Maybe nearly ten minutes passed before Henry finally heard the toilet flushing and the faucet going, the door opened swiftly after to reveal a tear stricken Y/n, her hand clutching onto her lower abdomen. “C’mere baby, give me a cuddle” With his arms wide open, he helped her to straddle his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck as her head fit itself in the crook of his neck. “s-sorry for b-being rude again, didn’ mean it, I swear! My tummy is jus bein’ angry n’ sore” She explained trying to nuzzle her head even further into his neck, his hands simply rubbing up and down her back comfortingly.

“S’okay honey, I understand, N’ I don’t care if you’re rude to me right now, jus’ wanna make sure you’re alright” He whispered leaning her forehead against his, his lips moving forward to kiss away the pout on her lips, his heart blossoming open once he heard her sweet little giggles again; his sugar plum blossom. 

“I feel o-okay now” She whispered tracing her pointer finger down his nose bridge, “Tell the truth bun” Henry said deeply, knowing his wife well enough to tell when her tone was off or when she was lying. “O-okay i’m hungry, n’ my stomach is s-still icky” She shrugged hugging around his torso again, his leg lightly bouncing her hoping it would alleviate any body aches.

“N-n i’m sorry ya missed our c-cuddles” She whispered kissing his lips shyly, his lips forming a smirk as his hands made it deeper by pushing on the nape of her neck, squeaks leaving her mouth as their tongues played for a little while. “Well you’re here cuddlin’ with me now aren’t ya? No harm done sugar babe, but here’s our plan: am gonna get some food into this tummy of yours, get ya some tylenol and then maybe cuddle some more if ya wanna”

“Cuddle with Marly, n-n’ sum Witcher?” She asked cutely as Henry stood up with her in his arms, walking over to the kitchen and setting her on one of the many marble countertops. “Yes honey with all your favourite things, ah still don’t get why ya like the Witcher so much” He said knowingly chuckling, cracking open a few eggs along with a few streaks of bacon onto a pan, while letting her tie the pink apron he put on which said “his sugar bun” 

“C-cus Geralt l-looks l-like you” She giggled shyly remembering when on her birthday Henry had surprised her by dressin’ up as her favourite character, her love for the show growing twice fold after her “Geralt” fucked her to the moon and back. “Alright honey don’t say too much or else i’ll get jealous” He smirked feeling her slap his ass with her foot, his hands skilfully transferring the scrambled eggs and bacon onto a small plate.

“O-only l-love you H-hen, m’husband a-after-all” Bashfully she opened her mouth letting Henry feed her a few mouthfuls before she felt her stomach start to grow crazy again, eventually forcing her to stop eating or else she would hurl. “Alright now take this and then got some of your favourite juice here” Henry smiled placing the pill onto her tongue, handing her the glass as he watched carefully to make sure she took the pill; his woman had a habit of faking it because she preferred syrup to pills. If only Henry’s Medicine worked on this.

“Come on love bug, Marly’s waitin’ for ya on the couch” Holding her hand dearly he led her into their spacious living room, the white kitten resting peacefully on top of a couch pillow, looking as peaceful as can be. Y/n squealed seeing the cute little fur ball extend her paws out to her ‘mommy’, Y/n’s hands immediately lifting her up and cuddling her to her chest. “H-Hen c-can we get M-Marly a friend, I saw a b-black cat in the p-pet shop” Y/n asked cautiously, but seeing as Henry seemed to be going extra soft on her today, there was no harm in trying.

“I don’t know bunbun-“ Henry sighed wrapping an arm around his wife, her head leaning onto his chest while Marly was resting on hers, their perfect little family of three. “B-but she gets lonely, jus’ like me, would ya like it if I was lonely alla time?” Y/n whined letting Marly crawl onto the other space on Henry’s lap, nuzzling her head against his stomach before settling down for good. His hands instinctively reaching to stroke the soft fur, which he hated at first but had grown to love.

“Fuckin’ hell yes then, but you’re lookin’ after it” He grumbled, listening to Y/n squeal’ “Mar baby, m’ gonna get you a boyfriend!” She whispered kissing Marly on the head, the little kitten meowing in response, seemingly happy as her tail wrapped around Henry’s wrist. 

Once Henry finally got the Witcher on, he felt Y/n’s smaller hand pull on his to put it on her stomach, using it to rub in small circles, a small happy smile on her face once she realised he was doing it on his own. “Like me massagin’ your belly honey? Does it make ya feel better” He whispered leaning down and kissing her nose, watching it wrinkle and twitch at the sensation. “Mhm makes me feel tons better, b-but it’d be better d-down here” She whispered pulling his hand down to her shorts, another phase of her period, the horny hormones. 

“You little minx” Henry groaned pulling his hand away, kissing her roughly, his eyes landing on the calendar behind her. Shit she was only on day 1.

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Thanks to @angelhollandsworld and other anon, for this sweet idea!

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[sasa-slayer]

Katsuki x GN!reader

Summary: Best friends to lovers, idiot style. Because they doubt themselves too much.

Warnings: Cussing, hints to Mina drinking, and monkey brain mindset that assumes way too much.

”(Y/N)!”

Katsuki yelled as he ran over to me as we finally won the fight. As he reached me I naturally opened my arms, wanting his presence after this exhausting battle.

But I wasn’t expecting him to lean into the hug, grabbing my face as he stole my breath away.

Literally.

Like, Katsuki Bakugo, my best friend and boy who I love more than life itself, is kissing me. Holy shit, Holy shit, HOLY SH- what do I do? I love Katsuki, but am I willing to risk out friendship for a relationship? Wait, what if he doesn’t actually love me and only has a stupid crush on me or what if-

After a second, Katsuki pulls back and stares at me in mix of worry and shock. But before I have the chance to clarify what just happened, we’re interrupted by yells.

“Bakubro! (N/N)! Are you all ok!?”

“That was an epic finishing move!”

Kirishima and Kaminari bombarded us with questions and compliments.

“I’m fine, and you did an awesome job of paralyzing the villain Kami. I’m going to go fill out my report, and... um, and then head out.”

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“So, that’s what happened...” I finished explaining to Mina.

“You’re telling me you and boom-boom boy blew us off this past weekend, and yesterday’s lunch, because you and him kissed? I thought you two would be perfect for each other? I mean you two already act like a married couple.” Mina took a huge drink of her “water”.

“Well, yeah. I do like him, like a lot, actually I’ve been in love with him for years in a way that even surpasses romantic interest and-”

“So, what’s the problem???” Interrupting my rant, Mina looked at me like I was a hypochondriac or something.

“The problem is, MINA, that I don’t think he likes me.”

“... You did just say he tried to make out with you, right?”

“YES, but he probably doesn't love me the way I love him. He probably just started crushing on me or something. Knowing Katsuki, if he got the hots for me, then he’d go after what he wants and, you know, kiss me.” I paused and angrily grabbed Mina’s “water” and took a swig. Then, I continued, “He probably got caught up in the moment and kissed me like how I kissed Kiri that one time-“

“HOLY SHIT, you kissed Kirishima!?”

“Look, 2nd year at UA had us all confused. But that’s besides the point, Kiri and me decided we weren’t really into each other like that.”

“You’re going to tell me that story later, but right now, you better clarify some shit with Katsuki. Tell him how you feel, and let him tell you how he feels. It’s not fair to either of you for you to keep assuming how he feels.

~~~

“Wait, you actually kissed her!? Dude, that’s so manly! Still though, that doesn’t explain why you ditched us?”

“I’m avoidin’ them.”

“Bakubro, that is not cool! Why are you avoiding-“

“BECAUSE SHITTY HAIR, they didn’t kiss me back!” Bakugo huffed out as he grabbed his hair and groaned in frustration.

“… I’m sorry man. Have you tried talking to them though? Even if they don’t like you like that, if you really love them, you can’t lose their friendship over a kiss.”

~~~

You: Hey, can we meet up?

Sparky-Sparky, Boom Boom man: Yeah, let’s meet at the old grocery store parking lot

You: ok, see you in around 20 min.

~~~

“Hey, I’m sorry for avoiding you.” I looked at Katsuki and could see the waves of emotions flickering through his eyes.

“you’re good, ‘m sorry to.” Katsuki and I awkwardly held eye contact as he clenched and unclenched his hands. He always did that when he was nervous. I looked away and took a deep breath.

“Katsuki-“

“I’m sorry-“

I looked back at him, and shuffled my feet. “You can go first” I whispered out as I chewed on my lip.

“Look, I’m so sorry for kissing you out of nowhere. I should have asked first. But fuck (Y/n), I love you so much. You mean more to me than anything ever could. You are my best friend, my rock, my supporter, and my rival. I don’t know if I could function without you anymore. And-“ Katsuki hesitated as he heard me sniffle. “Fuck, don’t cry. ‘m sorry. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same way, I just want you in my life”

I couldn’t help it, tears just started streaming down my face.

“Katsuki shut-“

“Like, if you need some time to let things go back to normal that fine. I can give you space, and we can stay friends-”

“KATSUKI! Shut up!” I caught my breath, and started giggling from relief, “I love you. I love you in a way that surpasses my understanding.”

“wait, really? Then why the hell did you not kiss back?” He looked at me confused, but pure joy still seeped through his features.

“because I was scared, scared that you were caught up in the moment of adrenaline.” I bashfully admitted.

“you idiot,” Katsuki wrapped me into a bear hug and nuzzled into my neck “let me make it clear for ya. I love you, and don’t forget it.” “So, do you want to discuss what this means for us?” Katsuki leaned back and asked.

“Nah, I’m too emotionally drained for that conversation. Let’s head back to your place, eat dinner and crash. Then we can discuss it tomorrow.”

“Alright, but you’re cooking’ since you didn’t wash the dishes last time I cooked.”

“No fair! You put on sleepy music, how was I supposed to stay awake and remember!?”

#bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #bnha fluff #bnha hcs #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader fluff #bnha au #mha x y/n #mha x reader #bnha x y/n #bakugo x gender neutral reader #gender neutral mc #mutual pining #best friends to lovers #bnha x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha headcannons #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #my hero acedamia #mha #fluff #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x reader comfort #bakugo katsuki imagine #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader

[cringecopulation]

summer's in the air and baby heaven's in your eye (Portgas D. Ace)

for the @bastardblvd Wet Hot Slimeball Summer Collab :3 my prompt was "fireworks"

content warnings: 930 words, friends with benefits Ace, reader can be read as trans or cis, Ace can be read as trans or cis, reader's anatomy is referred to as cock, length, and tip, reader is called handsome as a pet name once, reader is hairy 🗣🗣🗣

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"Come by Monkey D's Fireworks after hours if you want to see sparks 😈"

You stared at the text that came with a picture of Ace holding his uniform shirt up to show off his muscles in a small bathroom mirror. You'd fucked around a few times before, but you pulled away when it started to get too serious. It had been a few weeks since you'd fucked him. It had been a few weeks since you'd fucked anyone.

One more time couldn't hurt, right?

The bell on the door chimed as you opened it, and almost immediately, you heard a familiar voice from another corner of the store.

"We close in five minutes!"

"I know!" You called back. You could hear excited footsteps coming towards you until Ace appeared at the end of an aisle.

"Hey!" Ace smiled, as big and bright as his personality, as he wrapped you in a tight hug. He was sweaty from stocking all day, but he smelled oddly good.

"Hey, how have you been?" You asked, trying to ignore the familiar heat rising between your legs. You forgot how good he looked up close.

"Good! Been busy today. What about you?" He pulled back and looked you up and down, his big hands remaining on you. His gaze was unabashedly lustful. Like he was already imagining you naked.

"Good. Could be better though…"

You couldn't meet his eyes, but you could feel the smugness radiating off of him. Did he choose a tighter uniform shirt just to fuck with you?

"Yeah? You here to take me up on my offer?"

You remained silent, trying to get him to take a hint. But, as always, he liked teasing you.

"Yes or no, handsome, it's your choice."

"Yes," you said, barely audible.

"What was that?" Ace asked, turning his head and leaning down towards you as if he didn't hear you.

"Yes," you said, louder this time. That stupid smile crossed his face again.

"Follow me."

Ace locked the door and turned off the "Open" sign before leading you into the backroom. With the key on his lanyard, he unlocked the employee bathroom. The second the door closed, he was on you. He kissed you like he wanted to devour you, his excitement more than clear. He quickly graduated to kissing down the side of your neck, trying not to leave visible bruises. He was never careful enough, though.

"Ace," you tugged on his hair. You were trying to get his attention, but it only made him moan.

"Ace!" That got his attention. He pulled back and looked down at you with confusion.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just… Are you sure this is the best place we could be doing this?"

A blush crossed his face.

"I cleaned it earlier in case you said yes," he admitted. You smiled and pulled him back down into another kiss.

His hands traveled down your waist to your hips and he undid the button and zipper of your pants. He pulled them down your thighs as ke knelt to the ground. Your face felt like it was on fire when you looked down at him. He could see just how aroused you were through your underwear. He gently kissed your cock through the thin fabric before pulling them down as well.

He took a moment to admire the thick hair trailing down your stomach. He smiled and ran his hands over the hair on your thighs before kissing the tip of your cock again. He always loved doing that. Your head fell back as he finally took you in his mouth. He sucked softly to start, his tongue dragging up the underside of your cock. You buried your hand in his hair again, just to ground yourself. He easily took your whole length into his mouth and he moaned at the taste of you.

He was a vision with his face buried in your bush, his cheeks flushed, and his big, brown eyes looking up at you with pure lust. He gripped your hips as he sucked your cock, occasionally pulling back to tease the tip by swirling his talented tongue around it. You were too lost in the sensation of his mouth in you to notice one of his hands going down his shorts.

"Ace, fuck," you moaned out. You were almost embarrassed at how quickly you were close to cumming, but his mouth just felt too good. He could feel you throb against his tongue, which only made him double his efforts. You gripped his hair and almost shoved his face against your hips as you came. You felt like your legs would collapse under you, but he pressed a strong, thick forearm against your stomach to pin you to the wall.

After you felt like you could stand again, you let go of his hair and looked down at his face. Spit and cum dripped down his chin.

"Do you want me to return the favor?" You asked, still trying to catch your breath.

"I, uh," Ace chuckled and you looked down from his face to see his hand, which was dripping with his own cum, "I'm good. Unless you want to come over to my place?" He smiled up at you. How could you ever say no?

#portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #ftm reader #male reader

[yanfeiimain]

Snap Out Of It - Kaeya x m!reader.

cw: Angst, fluff, kinda hurt/comfort, heartbreak, drinking

Songfic - Snap Out Of It / Arctic Monkeys

a/n: I wrote this so long ago but kinda wanted it to get out... I'll focus on that aventurine series from now on probably! If you have requests - feel free ;)

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Whats been happening in your world?

What have you been up to?

"Hello there, Traveller. What may you be up to?"

Kaeya greets you as you enter Angel's Share. He gives you his usual smirk, sipping on his wine. You sit down next to him and order something strong.

"Oh just drinking some thoughts away, saving this world's been rough." You answer dismissing.

Kaeya scans your face, reading the sadness in your eyes.

"It's been a while since I came to Mondstadt, care to-" "Who

broke your heart?" He interupts.

I heard that you fell in love, or near enough.

Your eyes widen in surprise and your heart stings. You're close to tearing up. "I came here to drink those thougts away, not think about them even more." You say, your tone bittersweet.

               

"C'mon traveller, tell me about it, it's gonna help," he tries to convince you to tell him. That was it. You started to sob. "Shut your stupid mouth, I never push you to tell me something," you cry. The waiter gives you your drink without a word. You take a sip. The alcohol burns in your throat, but it's worth it. Your boyfriend of two years cheated on you.

I gotta tell you the truth, yeah.

"Hey, Traveller, this is not like you." He tries to comfort you, but you only sob harder, the sorrows of the past month washing over you like heavy waves.

Snap out of it.

I get the feelin' I left it too late, but baby

I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby...

Kaeya gently grabs your shoulders and hold you firmly. "Snap out of it. Traveller, I'm here. I care for you. I want you to be okay. So tell me what happened." His words reassure you. It doesn't stop your tears though. You can feel that he means well, but your heart is broken.

If that watch don't continue to swing

Or the fat lady fancies havin' a sing

"Hey, look at me" he says softly. Kaeya gently grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. You gasp and swallow to stop your sobs and he wipes your tears with his thumbs.

I'll be here waitin' ever so patiently

For you to snap out of it

"Focus on me, I'm here." You take deep breaths to calm down. Kaeya lifts you from your chair and places you on his lap. You hug him like he's the only pillar that keeps your heart from collapsing. And he hugs you back, holding you close.

Forever isn't for everyone

Is forever for you?

"I... thought we we're something that was gonna last. I thought we were happy together. But he cheated on me. He had a girl for 5 months. He told me he was gay. He told me he only ever loved men and found women not interesting." You sniffled. You truly thought he was that someone you were going to spend your life with.

It sounds like settlin' down or givin' up

But it don't sound much like you, girl

"Oh dear, I'm sorry. But if he treated you this way, you shouldn't feel sad for him leaving. You shouldn't shed a single tear for him. He isn't worth it," he whispers in your ear. The strokes your back.

I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby

Snap out of it

I get the feelin' I left it too late, but baby

Snap out of it

"It's gonna be okay, I'm here. And I wish I would've been there with you in Sumeru. I wish I could've been the one that cared for you." His words soften your heart. Oh how you missed him. He was your best friend but you lost contact after travelling to Inazuma.

If that watch don't continue to swing

Or the fat lady fancies havin' a sing

I'll be here waitin' ever so patiently

For you to snap out of it

"But I'm here now. I'm here and I won't leave." Kaeya continues to comfort you. "You don't need to worry about him anymore, I'm here and you're safe with me. That's all that counts." He presses a soft kiss againts your forehead.

Under a spell you're hypnotized

Darlin', how could you be so blind?

"Why didn't I notice sooner..." you mumble to yourself. "I don't know, now stop worrying. We got this, okay? I'm here for you. I care for you." He says and gently ends the embrace, sitting you upright to face him.

I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby

Snap out of it

I get the feelin' I left it too late, but baby

Snap out of it

"I need you, Traveller." Kaeya looks at you and cups your face.

"I love you," he confesses.

If that watch don't continue to swing

Or the fat lady fancies havin' a sing

Your eyes widen, your heart skips a beat.

"I understand if you don't feel the same way," he looks into your eyes.

I'll be here waitin' ever so patiently

"... but I'll be here for as long as you need. I'll wait."

For you to snap out of it.

#genshin x you #genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #sfw #hurt/comfort #song fic #arctic monkeys #snap out of it

[xnchxntmxnt]

HI PRETTYY <333 HAPPY 500 THOUSAND >:) M HERE FOR THE EVENT !!

the character i chose is tendou satori (reader insert) !! i really like sweater weather by the neighbourhood (and r u mine? by arctic monkeys) and i’d prefer it it were fluff <33 the trope i’d like this to be is.. hmm.. the one w two oblivious people pining for each other !

ONCE AGAIN HAPPY 500 AND IM SO SO PROUD OF YOU <3

HI ANGEL ILY MWAH !!! THANK U FOR ALL THE WELL WISHES <3333

R U Mine?

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Character: Tendou Satori

Warnings: College au, mentions of food, non canon-compliant college satori because i barely understand the timeskip

Notes: ah, dumbasses to lovers my beloved

gn!reader

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I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Satori sat back against the arm of the couch, kicking his legs up into your lap. When you playfully shoved you off, he simply kicked your shoulder and sat right where he was before. “I’m comfortable, a-thank-you-very-much.”

“Well, you can be comfortable—” you shoved his legs again— ”without your feet in my lap, thank you. And don’t get too comfy because you have cupcakes to get soon!” 

He groaned. “Can’t you get them?”

“Hey, who wants to be the future fancy chocolatier?” 

He rolled his eyes but got up when the timer went off anyway. There was so much to love about your Friday-night movie nights. His apartment was the one with all the sugary snacks, so usually, he hosted and you used your Netflix. 

Since meeting Satori, life away from home had gotten easier. Sure, school was a pain and there was way too much homework to be considered normal, but you’d gotten used to it. He made it a lot easier, too—he made you smile when you were stressed, danced with you when you needed a pick-me-up, and somehow managed to make you laugh whenever you were with him. He was an idiot, but he was your idiot, and in the six short months you’d known each other you felt like you met your soulmate. Platonic, of course, or that was what you’d been trying to tell yourself. Both of you pretended like the lingering hugs and blushing when your hands brushed or making kissy faces at each other were completely friendly. No romantic context whatsoever. None.

You couldn’t deny the fact there was something special about Satori, but whenever anyone asked, you shot it down. He was incredible, but just a friend. 

Just a friend, you reminded yourself, when he smiled at you and it felt like the sun was staring at you. Just a friend when he made stupid faces and made you laugh harder than you had all day. Just a friend when you stayed up at night and thought about kissing him. 

He came back a few moments later with slices of cake for each of you, which you clinked forks before digging into. 

“This is amazing, Satori,” you said, grinning at him. “You’re so good at this.”

“Well, thank you,” he replied, laughing at your overly-excited expression. “Not too sweet?” 

“Not at all!” 

“I’m glad.”

The two of you ate your snack while your movie played, but you noticed Satori kept looking over at you. “What, there something on my face?” you asked after a minute or two of this. You set your plate down on the table in front of you both.

He smirked. “Yeah, actually. Icing” He mirrors where the frosting is on his own face, and your try to wipe it off, but based on his expression, you missed. 

“No, it’s just—”

“Did i get it—”

“Oh, you’re impossible, just let me.” 

The next thing you knew his hand was ever-so-gently on your face, wiping the icing off of the corner of your mouth. He didn’t pull away for a moment, though—the two of you simply stared at each other for a long while, neither wanting to pull away.

Something happened in the movie where there was a loud crash and you both jumped. He pulled his hand away from you immediately and got up, grabbing both your plates to take them to the kitchen. When he turned his back, you buried your face in a pillow, trying to muffle any screaming that might come out. 

Just what the hell was that?

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Monkie kid SEASON 3 EP 8 (reaction) 

I start out completely chill, I write down what episode I’m gonna watch, and then the adrenaline hits WOOOOOOOO *WHEEZING SOUNDS* 

ALRIGHT, EP 8. I’M TOLD THIS IS A TANG ONE, AND ALSO THE MONKEY KING IN A HOODIE EPISODE SO I’M SO *DANCES DANCES* EXCITED GIMME THE MONKEY AND THE NERD WHO’S PROBABLY MORE THAN JUST SOME RANDOM GUY HERE WE GOOOOOOO 

Gotta hype myself up heck BG;LKAMF;OAWEJF HERE WE GO 

FOR WUKONG IN A HOOODIEEEEEEEE 

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT STARTED AAA SHOW MAKES ME SO HPPYGBSDF;LKAMWEF

INTRO GO BRRR AS ALWAYS SEROTONIN 

THE POOR BIRB 

IT LOOKS OS ANNOYED 

AW PIGSY SLEEPING

AW

AW

HELLO?? 

MK DRAWINGBGLSDA;KFMAWE I’M SOBBING 

MK REALLY DRAWING EVERYBODY BUT TANG I’M SOBBING AT ALL OF THESE LITTLE DOODLES RIGHT NOW I WANT TO CUT THEM OUT AND HANG THEM ON MY WALL 

THERE’S ONE OF HIM PUNCHING LBD 

THEM ALL COMPLIMENTING MK ON HIS DRAWINGS

THE CRAYON ON HIS FACE 

SISCORS THORUGH TANGS PICTURE I’M WHGBSLD;KFMA;GHAIOW;EMN;OHO;IAWM;AWEF

SIR??? 

SIR??????? 

NOOOOO

TANGGGG

BUDDYYYYYY 

I’M SORRY TANG YOU REALLY ARE JUST A NORMAL JOE RN 

LOOK EVEN IF YOU WERE THE COOLEST MORTAL ALIVE YOU STAND NEXT TO MONKIE KING AND UH UR NOT VERY COOL BGKDM;GHOAIMFWOE 

HE LOOKS SO SAD THOOOO 

PLS THAT’S THE DUDE HE VIEWS KINDA AS A SON TELLING HIM HE AIN’T COOL 

“But… I’m like the coolest guy you know…” I’M GONNA CRY??? TANG??? THE WAY HE SAID THAT??? SOBBING???? HE LOOKS SO SAD

AND THE MUSIC WHEN HE SAID THAT?? 

OH MY GODS THIS IS A TANG EPISODE I’M GONNA START SOBBING 

KAI SAND ACCUSING ME OF TANG SLANDER ON VC AND HE’S RIGHT 

ANYWAY CLEARLY WE’RE GONNA GET SOME TANG LORE HERE ABOUT THE POWERS WE’VE SUSPECTED HE’S HAD SINCE SES 2, I’LL BET WE’RE RIGHT WITH HOW THIS IS BUI9LDING UP 

OHHH

OHH IT’S SO PRETTYYYY 

HI 

MONKEY KING’S STUPID SMILEIGNSDBF;LAMOEF 

 SQUASHED IN A TRIANGBSAL;DKFM;AOWEF 

HE’S GOT THTE HOODIE

EVREYTHING IN MY LIFE HAS BEEN WORTH IT OR THIS MOMENBT

OH WOWOWOWOWOW THE AMOUNT OF TIME AND EFFORT THE CREW PUT INTO MAKING THIS TOWN PRETTY LOOK AT ALL THE DIFFERENT PEOPLE DESIGNS EVERHTING IS SO PRETYYYYY 

LAST RING RIGHT 

THEY JUST DITCHED TANGBGL;SDKAFMAWE LEAVING WITHOUT HIM NOT EVEN LISTNEING BGLK;SDFMAWE

THE WAY THAT MONKEY KING IS HIDING IN HIS HOOD LIKE HE’S TRYING TO BE UNDERCOVER HERE IS SO FUNNY TO ME BGL;SAKM;OWEF 

TANG FINGERLESS GLVOES REAL 

HE TREW THE RING

HE JUST THREW IT

THAT IS MONKEY KING RIGHT THERE, NO THOUGHT HEAD EMPTY YEET, HE’S DOING INCREDIBLE 

HE’S BEAUTIUFL

PIGSY’S JACKET 

PIGSY’S JACKET

SHAKES COMPUTER

ITS  HIS JACKET Y’AL;L THE JACKET I’VE BEEN DRAWING HIM IN SINCE SEASON ONE I’M SOBBING HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN IT LOVE THIS FOR THE PIG MAN I’M HOLDING HIM SO FREAKING GENTLY AND SOBBINGASB;LMG;AWE 

HAHA RETURN OF THE SHOE STORE GUY 

THE

FR

THE NERVOUS LAUGHTER AS HE SLOWLY BACKS AWAY 

HEY TO BE FAIR THEY DON’T KNOW IT’S A RING OF THE FIRE OF SAMADHI THEY JUST THINK IT’S SOME LIGHT

ALSO THE THING ABUT THEM KNOWING IT WAS MONKEY KING IS KILLING ME THEY REALLY ARE JUST “PRAISE TO MONKEY KING FOR HYPING UP OUR DESOLATE LAND TO A BEAUTIFUL PLACE” 

Monkey king, who was just trying to hide something: AHA, YES, THAT’S UH… EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TRYIGN TO DO— 

oh gosh they’re gonna have to steal this city’s source of lightbGL;KAM;OWEF 

THE RING’S LITERALLY PASTED ON EVERYTHING AS A LOGO I’M CRYING 

THEMS GLASSES 

LAUGHING

LAUGHING AT ALL THE M\ERCH

THEY BOUGHT EVERYTHING IN THE SOTRE GL;DSKMF;AOGHE

TANG AND MK WITH MONKEY KING PLUSHES

PIGSY WITH A BALLOON

I’M YELLING I WANT TO APPRECIATE ALL OF THE MERCH SO BAD THEY’RE ALL SO LOVELY

MK’S COLOURS MATCH EVERYTHING HE IS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HIM 

EVERYONE WITH PINS N STUFF 

THE WAY THAT MONKEY KING HAS STICKERS AND PINS PLASTERED ALL OVER HIM 

I’M CRYINGGFLKMAWE

THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME THE WAY TANG KEEPS GETTING CUT OFF I LOV EHIM BUT HE DOES THIS TO PEOPLE ALL THE TIME TO TELL THE STORY BG;SLADFMAOWE IT SUCKS BUT PLS BGLSKDMFAWOE 

HE’S SO ANNOYED BGKSDMFAW;O 

“super well hidden” SUREEEE 

“It’s 2+2 bud” 

“and 2 +2 is THREE” 

I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR

MK ON WUKONG’S SHOULDERS

I’M YELLINGBGLKAMF;OGAH;IOAWMEFAWE

PARALLELS 

THE FACT SWK’S JUMPED ONTO MK’S SHOULDERS AND MK ON WUKONG’S NOW 

I LOVE THEM ALL OS MUCH LOOK AT THIS FAMILY I ADORE THEM 

TANG LOOKS SO DISGRUNTLED 

Not over the fact that like, everyone has something, and Tang’s thing has always been information, Mk asking him things about Jttw and him being the only one who could answer and taking joy in telling stories, but now… :| *pat pat* 

PIGSY FACEPALMING 

I LOVE THEM SM CRYING BGLK;SDMFAOWE 

THE FACT THAT WUKONG STILL CALLS SANDY BLUE THING 

WBG;JLKSDMF;OHG;OIAWMFAWE MK mK PLS 

“Cant’ read?” HE LOOKS SO SAD AND UNDERSTANDING WHEN HE SAYS IT LIKE *pat pat* I’M CRYINGBG GSLA;FMAWE

STAGE FRIGHTIGNBG;LAFIMWE

THIS IS SO FUNNY CAUSE LIKE WE KNOW HE CAN READ PLEASE 

y’know what would be interesting actually is if like he just didn’t bother to learn the way the dialogue changed over the last couple hundred years, I don’t know if it’s changed that much but like, spellings and words and language changes over the years so that would be interesting 

Anyway tho Monkey King can at least read the dialect of his time, how else would he scratch out the names of his monkey buds from the book of the dead? he’s smart this dude THINKING TOO HARD ABOUT THIS I JUST THINK HE’S NEAT ANWAY—

I genuinely think he just kinda like, wanted Sandy to feel more included ngl BGKSDMFOWEF YEAH I’M THINKING TOO HARD ABOUT THIS WE’RE MOVING ON GB;LSDKFMA;OWE 

SANDY WITH GLASSES THAT’S EVERYTHING TO ME BGLSDFM;OHWO;IEFM 

A TALENT SHOW FOR THE RING??? BGKAMFOEW 

MK: BUT NONE OF US HAVE ANY TALENTS

HE REALLY JUST DISSED ALL OF THEM 

PIGSY HAS COOKING 

PLS

MK 

MEI CAN RACE

I’M CRYINGBGL;KSADMFAOWEF 

 WAIT WAIT WAIT

PIGYS

IS THIS THE

FROM THE TRAILER 

THE THING WITH PIGSY SINGING THIS IS GB;LSAFGN;AOGHOEJFAHG;OIAWEJG;OIG;OIAF;MOAWE

IT WAS FOR THE TALENT SHOW IT WAS FOR THE TALENT I’M CRYINGGBL;KFGMA;WOIAHNGO;IAEWF 

IT’S THE THING WE’RE GONNA SEE PIGSY SINGING I’M SO FREAKING EXCITEDGBF;LKMA;OGBAWOE F

THE WAY PIGSY JUST RESORTS TO CHOKING SANDY OUT TO PREVENT HIM FROM SHARINGBGLSFMAG;OIAWFEM

PLS I WANNA HEAR HIM SING PLS I’M SO EXCITED I’M GONNA CRYINGNFLKAWEF

I’M GONNA CRYHGLSAFMAOWE

HE CAN SING, SANDY HYPING HIM UP I’M GONNA CRYYYYYY BGLSKDAFMA;G;OIAWMFE 

THE MK STANDING THERE WITH HIS HAND ON PIGSY’S SHOULDER PLEASE I’M GONNA CRY BGLS;DKFM;AOWEF 

I’M NOT OVER THE FACT THAT MK DISHED OUT INTERMENTS WITHOUT BOTHERING TO ASK IF ANY OF THEM ARE ACTUALLY ABLE TO PLAY BGGBSLDKFMAGHAO;IWEFM 

SANDY ASSIGNED BASS MAN BGL;SDAMFAWOEF 

OHM DOES HE REALLY HAVE STANGE FRIGHT??? PLS?? WUKONG??? WUKONG PLEASE I’M GONNA START SOBBING MY GUY PLEASE BG;LSKMF;OAWEF 

FR 

HE’S FR 

“Remember when I said that whole stage fright thing as a joke?” 

“wasn’t  a joke.”

“Not even a little bit” 

THE FACT HE FEELS COOL ENOUGH TO TELL MK THIS 

THIS IS THE MOST COMMUNICATION WE’VE HAD FROM THIS MONKEY THE ENTIRE SHOW I’M SCREAMINGBGLSAFMAWE;OF 

ALSO THE FACT HIS STAGE FRIGHT IS BAD ENOUGH HE DOESN’T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING OUT LOUD IN FRONT OF PEOPLE IS GETTING TO ME I’M GONNA CRY  

HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL 

HE’S SO SINCERE ABOUT IT TOO I’M CRYING HIS FACE PLEASE MONKEY KING I’M LOSING IT BGLKSMA;OWIEFM  PLS SUPPORT THIS MONKEY 

SUN WUKONG GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN, CAN WALK INTO A BATTLEFIELD AND LEAD AN ARMY WITH ALL OF THE CELESTIAL REALM BEARING DOWN ON HIM AND WATCHING AS HE FIGHTS AND WINS

AND YOU HAND HIM A BOOK AND ASK HIM TO READ OUT LOUD AND HE IS P A N I C 

HE’S SO VALID AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

“I CAN WORK WITH THIS” 

WBGL;KSDMF;AIONBOA;IGAHG;OIMFWAOEF PLEEASSEEEEEEE 

MK THAT DOESN’T CURE THE STAGE FRIGHT HE STILL HAS TO WALK OUT THERE AND DO SOMETHING WITH YOU GUYS 

BGLASKFMAWOEFAW PLEASE I’MCRYINGBFKLAWMEF

HIS RESPONCE THOOOO

“wonderful.” I’M WBNG;DLSAFMG;OAGH;OIAWGMO;IWAJFOAWJFMAWE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

YEAH TANG’S NOT GETTING A THING IS HE

I’M GONNA CRY PLEASEBG;SKFM;OAWEF

THE GBG;LASKDMFWOE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED TO MEI 

this whole episode jsut feels like Tang getting stuff that he’s done to other people getting done to him at this point, the interrupting thing, the getting hyped up about something only to have it be… not what you thought or not you at all. I dunno i just find that kinda interesting UR DOING GREAT TANG UR IMPORTANT KEEP IT UP 

BAND MAMANGER CALLED IT

BENCING ME ]

“hm, pretty much” MK PLEASE BGLSDKAFM;AOWEF 

TANG’S BEEN ON THE SIDLINES FOR QUITE A FEW EPISODES ACTUALLY GBS;LFKMAWOEF 

OH IT’S THE STUPID MONKEY 

WITH HIS STUPID LEANIGN AGAINST THE RAFTERS, WITH HIS STUPID FACE AND HIS STUPID CAPE I’M SMACKING HIM WIHT A PILLOW THROWINGHIM OFF A CLIFF, SHOVING HIM INTO A REDMETION ARCH AND DIRECTLY INTO THERAPY GB;LJKDAFM;OAWEGHOAWGE 

OHHHHHKAY 

OHHOHOHOHOHOHO OKAY 

SEE THAT 

HE FOUND OUT WHAT THEY WERE USING

AND NOW HE’S LIKE “AH. SO YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY STAND A CHANCE HUH” 

“We’ll see about that” 

HOOOO BOY 

HOO BOY I’M FINE 

SO, MISTER SELF-INTEREST, WHAT’S THE WINNING SIDE NOW HUH?? 

UNCLEAR IF HE WAS RESPONDING TO THE CREW OR LBD WHEN HE SAID THAT 

ALSO MAC IS SO SCREWED SOMETHIGN’S HAPPENING TO HIM HE’S GONNA TRY AND DO SOMETHIGN STUPID AND GET SNIPED BY LBD I KNOW IT I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND BG;LSADFM;AWOHG;OAWE 

SHAKES HIM 

OH ME GOODNESSS 

MONKIE KID AND THE MONKIE KIDSSSSS PLS 

“whoah whoah whoah i thought we were gonna discuss band names—“ I’M CRYINGBGL;AMFAOWEFHGOAWEF 

I’M SO EXCITED PLEEASSEEEE 

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

OH WOW

HI

HEY

WHOAH HEY WAIT 

HOLD UP 

SANDY’S OUTFIT IS THE BEST, MAN LOOKS FANTASTIC

MONHKEY KING LOOKING LIKE HE’D RATHER HAVE DIED BY LBD’S HAND THAN BE THERE SADLK;FMA;OG;OAIWFM 

MONKEY KING LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE HE’S GONNA PASS OUT GBSDLKFMA;BAWIOFGMAWO;FWA 

PIGSY LOOKS FLY TOO THO, HE’S ROCKING THAT GREEN BLUE COLOUR AND THE GOLD 

THE CAT BASS FOR SANDY YEAH IT’S SO GOOD 

AS AN MK KINNIE IT BRINGS ME JOY THAT HE’S ON THE DRUMS PLS BGL;SAMF;OAGHWAE 

JIN AND YIN?????

OKAY I WAS NOT EXCPECTING THEM TO SHOW UP STRAIGHT UP THIS WSA A SUPRRISE I’M GBL;AFKMAW;OFE 

THE GREATEST THEATRE TECNICTIONS 

OH NO 

IT’S SHEEEEE

ITS’ THEIR ACCOUNTANT 

WAIT TANG 

“no one benches Mr.Tang” HE SOUNDS SO SAD

TANG, I KNOW THEY’VE STOLEN THINGS EVERY OTHER EPISODE BUT PLS, LETS SUPPORT THEIR MORALLY SOUND ACTIONS FOR ONCE AND IW ANNA HEAR PIGSY SING HECK UUUUU 

Tang really having a crisis 

OH MY GODS THE MUSIC

SONGS

I’M GONNA SCREAM I’M NOT READY FOR THIS 

CHARACTERS SINGING DANCING AND PLAYING INTERUMENTS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS IN THE WORLD AND I’M BEING HANDED IT RIGHT NOW I’M GONNA START SOBBING

IT’S SUCH A BOP I’M GONNA START CRYING 

LOOK AT TANG GO 

 I LOVE THE FACT IT’S ACTION MUSIC SUITING HIS RUNNING ACROSS ROOFTOPS 

BUDDY???? 

TANG????? 

TANG????? BUDDY???? 

MY GUY??? 

MY DUDE????? 

TANG PLEASE 

LIKE FATHER LIKE SON— BGLK;SADMFA;OGHAO;IWE 

EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS SHOW HAS ABANDMENT ISSUES I SWEAR 

TANG WANTING TO BE USEFUL AND FOR OTHERS TO SEE HIM AS USEFUL I’M MENTALLY ILL RIGHT NOW I’M GONNA START CRYING ABOUT THIS SIR 

IT’S THE FACT HE JUST CHILLS AROUND THE NOODLE SHOP, ASKS FOR FREE NOODLES BUT THIS MAN JUST WANTS TO BE SEEN AS USEFUL AND AHVE PEOPEL COME TO HIM AND ASK HIM FOR STUFF, SPICIFICALLY EVEN MK COME TO HIM FOR STUFF AND THE WAY HE’S ALWAYS OS HAPPY TO EXPLAIN STUFF ABOUT JTTW (because it’s one of his favourite things) AND CAUSE IT’S HIS THING, A THING HE CAN DO, SOMETHING THE OTHERS LISTEN TO AND VALUE HIM FOR AND WITHOUT IT—

SHUT UP I’M FINE 

TANG UR NOT MAKIGN IT THE NOODLEBG;LSMAWE

GOOD GOSH TANG 

TANG HOW DID YOU NOT DIE 

“I’m alive!!!!” SOMWHO 

THE FACT MACAQUE WAS WATCHIGN THE WHOLE THING BGSD;LKFMAGB;AOIWFMAWEF HE FOLLOWED TANG IS WHAT’S GETTING TO ME 

STILL HYPED UP ON SHADOW ANIMATION AREN’T YA FLYING BARK BG;LSDAMF;OAWEF 

STANDING ON THE WALL 

SIR??? 

EXCUSE ME?? 

TOUCHY MUCH?? 

THE GLASSES THING?? 

UM HANDS OFF THE MAN MAC MAC N CHEESE 

WHY DOES HE KEEP TOUCHING PEOPLEGBS;LKAM;AWEOF

HE’S SO FREAKING TOUCHSTARVED 

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE I DON’T FEEL AS LIKE, ALARM BELLS WHEN HE MAKES PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH TANG THAN I DO WHEN HE MAKES CONTACT WITH MK 

PROBBALY BECAUSE THE GASLIGHTING IS LESS :T 

 TANG?? 

WHOAH BUD HE TOOK NONE OF THAT 

THAT WOULD’VE LIKE, SHAKEN MK RIGHT OFF THE BAT 

TANG LIKE, SHOVES HIS ARM OFF AND RUNS 

CAUSE HE KNOWS WHAT MACAQUE IS AND WHAT’ HE’S BEEN DOING 

HOLY CRAP TANG 

I’M 

I’M PROCESSING THIS HE’S 

TANG??? 

BUDDY??? 

DID YOU JUST KICK THE MAN???

R U D E 

TANG’S TRYING REALLY HARD Y’ALL HE IS ALMOST DESPERATE TO DO THIS I’M 

MACAQUE?? 

HOW??? 

WHAT THE HECK DO YOU MEAN 

HOW THE HECK WOULD HTAT HELP YOU?? 

Macaque is one of those people on tumblr with zero reading compression, man really saw the first shiny thing the crew was going after and went “WELL IF THEY THINK IT’S IMPORTANT IT’LL PROBABLY HELP ME” 

WOW THO SOME OPENESS THERE TOO THIS EPS WHACK 

HE’S SO STUPID 

HE’S SO STUPID HE ’S SO SUPTID HE’S SO STUPID 

“I’m an expert—“ SHUT UP YOU HAVE ZERO BRAINCELLS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT YOU HAVE PROVED TIME AND TIME AGAIN YOU AHVE ZERO SELF AWARENESS YOU’RE DUMB BEYOND BELIEF AND WORDS I’M BG;LSDAFMOAWE IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT WUKONG, IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT THE MONKEY, MK’S THE ONE WHO TOLD TANG TO SIT DOWN AND MACAQUE IS STILL “blah blah blah blah WUKONG WUKONG WUKONG” WOW THERE MAC WOW 

BOHT TANG AND MK TRYING TO GET MACAQUE TO HELP AND JOIN THE GROUP THO EVEN IF HE’S CHASING AND HURTING THEM HHHHHHHHHH (guess i know where Mk gets that part) 

holding Tang gently 

ALSO MACAQUE BEING LIKE “DON’T GET CLOSE TO PEOPLE, SPICIFICALLY DON’T GET CLOSE TO MONKEY KING” IS SO FUNNY TO ME HE’S TRUAMATIZED AND STUPID YOUR HONOUR 

“look out for number one, because if you don’t, no one will” WOW I SURE DO WRITE HIM CORRECTLY I GUESS, I’M WHEEZING I HATE HIM AND LOVE HIM HIM GO GET THERAPY YOU IDIOT 

MAN 

TANG

HOLDING HIM SO GENTLY 

AW HE SAVED THE PICTURE

HE SAVED THE PICTURE I’M GONNA CRY 

TANG

BUDDY

I’M GONNA CRY 

UM 

THE WAY THE PICTURE GOES OVER TO MACAQUE

I’M GONNA CRY?? 

HE LOOKS RIGHT AT IT 

CATCHES IT 

TANG 

I LOVE TANG SO MUCH RN PLS 

SHAKING HIM 

THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WANTING FOR HIS CHARACTER YES YES YE SYES YES YES YES YESYYEYSYEYSYEESYYESYESYSEYSEYESESYSEYSEYES

CAN ALWAYS DEPEND ON FRIENDS I’M CRYING

OH HECK PIGSY SINGING

NOT READY NOT REDAD\GHAEG;AGH;OIWQFMHAW;OEIGM;OAWO;IFM 

COME ONNNNNN

PIGSYYYYY 

ARE YOU KIDDING YES I’M SCREAMING THE SOUND 

PIGSY SINGIGNG FOR REAL

I’M GONNA SCREAM THIS IS EVERYTHIGN TO ME 

OH 

OH HI 

HEY 

MACAQUE GETTING HIT 

WITH THE SOUND

THAT LOOKS LIKE HE WAS GETTING HIT WITH THE SOUND 

HELLO????????????? 

HELLO>???? 

I’M GONNA?? HEY?? 

HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HYE 

REFERENCE TO MAC’S SUPER HEARING SIX EARS I’M YELLING SHAKING HIM THROWING HIM OUT THE WINDOW /POS 

the 

THE FACT

THAT 

Macaque: i’m gonna steal this ring 

Macaque, four seconds later: never mind i’d rather punch the sad man again 

THE FACT THAT HE REALLY JUST DID THAT, HEARD TANG TALKING ABOUT HIS FAM LIKE THAT AND JUST GOT MAD, AND ALSO POSSIBLY GOT HURT BY THE SOUND SO ATTACK MODE ON WHO THE HECK KNOWS HE’S STUPID UR HONOUR DEAR GOSH 

BUBBLE 

“no regrets” 

I’M CRYING?? 

DARN RIGHT PIGSY’S SINGING DESERVES THIS I’M GONNA START SOBBING

THE MUSIC OF THIS EPSOIDEO IS SO FREAKING GOOD I’M SCREAMING 

HELLO TANG BPOWERS

WE DONE BEEN KNEW

THT’S RIGHT SUCER 

WE KNEW

OHHHH

HEY MAC 

RIP 

THE MIC DROP 

THE BGSL;DKFMAOWE PIGSY’S SO FREAKING COOL YOU GUYS HE COOKES HE SINGS, HE’S DAD, HE’S LOVELY 

HE DID IT!!!!!!!!!! MONKEY DID IT, SUN WUKONG FOR THE WIN, BIGGEST WIN OF THIS EPISODE FR /HJ 

THE AFFECTIONATE BENCHWARMER

Y’SEE PIGSY NEVER DOUBTS HIM HE KNOWS HE’S CAPABLE 

I’M CRYING 

TANGS HYSTERICAL LAUGH I’M NOT OVER THIS I’M GONNA SCREAM BGS;ALKFMAWOEF 

YUP AND THEY’RE GONE 

AND INTENSE VIBE NOW 

OH 

OH 

OH BOY HERE’S WHY HE’S NOT AFTER THEM YET

LIGHT N SHADOWS DON’T MIX AMMIRITE?? HAHAHAHAH AH 

ohhhh

oHHHH BOY

UR IN TROUBLE 

HE’S IN TROUBLE 

AH YUP 

CALLED IT 

H’ES IN TROUBLE 

A

A

UH

UH

UH

H

H

HO

HOOO

UH

UH

UH

UH

UH

UH

UH

OKAY

I’VE UH

BEEN SITTING HERE FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES 

UM 

WHAT

THE

WHAT

EXCUSE ME 

EXCUSE ME 

UM

RIGHT

YEAH

SO THAT

WHOLE SCENE

HI

SHE CAN REACH HIM FROM THERE 

WOW

THAT’S UH 

THAT’S A LOT TO UNPACK 

UM 

WOW

HE’S FREAKING DESPERATE 

THE WAY HE’S DESPERATELY TELLING HER THE INFORMATION 

AND THE WAY SHE FORCEFULLY SHOVES HER POWERS ON HIM AND THE WAY IT HURTS HIM 

WOW

WOW

HOOO

OH BOY 

THAT’S UH 

YEAH 

WOW

H

HOLY CRAP 

I CAN

T RECOVER FROM THIS

I CAN’T DO IT 

I’M 

SO I KNEW

SOMETHING WAS GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM 

BUT UH 

THATS 

WOW 

SOMETHIGN MORE PROBABLY GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM WHEN HE INEVITABLY FAILS AGAIN TO CATCH THEM FR 

BUT UH 

WOW 

You know that thing Monkey King always says about Mk’s mortal body not being able to handle all of monkey kings powers all at once without working up it? 

UH 

*looks at Macaque* 

Homeboy looking like he’s kinda getting an overload of power 

THE WAY HE CURLS UP 

WOW

WOW HE WAS TERRIFIED

WOW

WOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOW 

WOW

HECK

CRAP

HECK

WOW

HECK

HECK

HECKEHCKEHCKCECHKLM;BGOIMFAWE

SO REMEMBER THAT POST I MADE

MACAQUE WOW 

MANS REALLY TERRIFIED FOR HIS ACTUAL LIFE 

UH 

ABSUIVE SITUATION FOR HIM HE IS NOT FINE AH 

I MEAN WE DONE BEEN KNEW THIS BUT WOW 

UM RIGHT

WELL THEN

I CANT’ WATCH EPS 9 AND 10 UNTIL TOMORROW SO UH 

WOOOOO 

THIS IS ALL THE STUFF I ALREADY KNEW I’VE LITERLALY MADE WHOLE ANALYSIS POSTS WALKING THROUGH MACAQUES TRAUMA FROM THE ABUSE HE EXPEREICNES FROM LBD BUT HOLY CRAP 

HE GOT HER POWER BOOST WHETHER HE WANTED IT OR NOT I’M 

THE BLUE FLASH EYE THING TAHT KEEPS HAPPENING TOO 

SEMI-POSSESSION BUT NOT QUITE 

JUST HER IN HIS HEAD 

STILL NOT OVER JIN AND YIN ACTUALLY HAVING A JOB WITH THEIR ACCOUNTANT BGLSAKDFAOWEF 

BUT UH 

HOLY CRAP 

I UH 

I’M GONNA BE HAVING A CRISIS ABOUT THIS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY THANKS 

LIFE

REST OF MY LIFE 

THE WAY IT ZOOMS OUT AND IT’S HIM GETTING SURROUNDED BY THIS AS IT EXPLODES FROM HIM I’M 

HOLY CRAP 

MACAQUE GETTING PUMMLED 

BOY CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HOW THIS ENDS AHAHAHAHHAHAHA HE’S GONNA DIE (not fr probably but sOMETHING SURE AS HECK GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM AH) 

MONKIE KID YOU CAN’T KILLL THE HOT TOPIC MONKEY BEFORE HE HITS HIS REDEMTION ARC OR AT LEAST ANTI-HERO ARC I’M BGS;DLKAFMBO;AWIMAWOFH

WOW WOW

Okay I gotta, end this or i’m gonna be rambling about this for the rest of the day I’m 

WOW

I GUESS I’LL SEE YOU GUYS TOMORROW FOR EPS 9 AND 10 HAHAHAHA I’M IN PAIN

WOW THIS EPISODE WAS A LOT, LIKE A LOT MROE THAN THE RED SON ONE WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING THIS IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK, TANG’S WANTING TO BE USEFUL AND HIS FAITH IN HIS FAMILY AND HIS POWERS, MACAQUE’S WHOLE SPEIL ABOUT NOT TRUSTING PEOPLE AND PIGSY’S SINGING, MONKEY KING’S STAGEFIGHT, PIGSY’S BOMBER JACKET, THE MERCH, SANDY’S OUTFIT, MONKEY KING IN A HOODIE, THAT WHOLE ENDING SCENE THE HECK—

 i’m never gonna recover from this episode alone, but i’m watching 9 and 10 tomorrow and the season finale special is coming out IN A FEW DAYS I’M GOING TO DIE 

coughs

Alright, good day, i’m gonna go grab some ice and stick my head in it o7 

(the way macaque stops trying to grab the ring to actually have a conversation with tang i’m not over that, he’s a talker but oh my gosh what the crap) 

#knox rambles #Knox Reacts #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid season 3 spoilers #monkie kid season 3 spoilers #HOLY #FREAKING #CRAP #THE HECK #I'M #DEAR GODS #Long post #THIS TOOK ME TWO HOURS TO WATCH THIS WAS ALMOST WORST THAN THE FIRST EPS OF THE SEASON WHAT THE CRAAAP #SCREAMS AND YELLS AND ROLLS AROUND /POS

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୨୧⸝⸝﹕kurenai﹐⊂✦⊃ ‹𝟹

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ You're probably isn't his first crush-- but,, don't be sad- His first crushes probably didn't liked him or gave him attention- Since you're new fighter, he was determined to show you around!! Hes quick to gain a puppy crush on you cause of you treat him.

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ His puppy side got better of him and asked if you wanna team up with him  👉 👈 he'd cry if you reject him so say yes 🔫 His crush only grew bigger when spending time with you. Kurenai is touchstarved end of the damn conversation. He is so starved for your attention and affection,, he tries not to make a big deal but- but your headpats,, the way you squeeze his shoulder to see if hes alright,, the way you throw compliments to his way,,, bet kurenais havin heart eyes.

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ ❝ (Name), (Name)! I can carry those boxes! You don't need to tire yourself!! ❞ ❝ (Name) (Name)! Wanna team up?! ❞ he just loves you so much much and tries to show you in every way possible- ❝ (Name)! Don't worry, i'll protect you-! ❞ you end up running to the nearest healing potion with him in you arms,, and just him clinging onto you with dear life,, his face redder than anything- After the match, when you patchin his wound- tears in his eyes, grumbling 'bout 'he couldn't protect u' and man is he whiny- ❝ bUT (nAmE) i wAS proTECTING YOU- ❞ ❝ kURENAI SHUT- ❞ *sad cryin kurenai noises*

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ Hes so clumsy around u,, its not even funny- He just drops stuff when hes busy staring at you- if you can catch him staring at you just, just enjoy watching his face getting redder and redder-

୨୧⸝⸝﹕ravi﹐⊂✦⊃ ‹𝟹

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ You're fairly a new member of Umbra, just cause you can't yet handle your powers well and Witch Queen being so tired and shit- she just dropped you onto Ravi. And to say, Ravi didn't liked this as much. Sure he liked your competitive nature, but your overly energetic side? Please, leave him out of this-

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ He can't get a wink of alone time. When he though he can finally be alone- there you come out of nowhere and start to brag about some stupid shit, irritating him more- his red eye starts twitchin as he gets ready to shout at you once again- ❝ What are you stupid?! Can't you just leave me alone?! For a fIVE FUCKING MINUTES- ❞ ❝ no- ❞ ❝ -WHATS SO INTERESTING ABOUT ME?!?!?? ❞

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ He grew to wait for your stupid remarks and then get into an argument with you- Yeah,, u two cannot go a day without getting into an argument with eachother- Ravi is actually patient with you, He would patiently wait for you to get a hand of your power. And once you do, you two would train day and night, he likes that you can catch up to him, even nearly defeating him sometimes.

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ Ravi is extremely protective of you. That is a fact- A simple yet intimidating glare of his is enough to protective the both of you. In matches, he tells you to never leave his side if you don't wanna die- you go anyway- with him at your tail hot- If he sees any threat, hes quick to pull you to his side with his tiger claw. You'd be ready to strike someone with your abilities- thats until you roughly crashed someone's chest, gazin up, you see Ravi glaring at the person in front of the two of you.

୨୧⸝⸝﹕wukong﹐⊂✦⊃ ‹𝟹

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ This man wants your attention, no, he NEEDS your attention. Its literally his life force. He just LOVES when your attention is on him, your eyes watching his every move closely- He just blushes so m- what nO, THE GREAT MONKEY KING BLUSHING? YOU MUST BE SEEING THINGS- Hes also quite tsundere w/ the whole thing,, heh- whAA HIM HAVING A CRUSH??? PFFT- btw y-you really should get ur eyes checked-

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ Has no shame at all, can and will kabedon you just get your attention a-and just to get sumn reactions out of you,,👉👈 kinda stalks you?? Its nothing creepy, its,, cute- he just curiously watches how you interact with those around you, and then goes all the way back down thinking how he can get close w/ you. You just seem so free, so carefree while talking with others, but with him?? Mans can't even form a sentence without running nd embrassing himself-

⸝⸝⸝♡‧₊˚ Hes nothing like himself around you, he just spaces out- ❝ Wha- m-me? I- I was just thinking about some important t-things! I-Its n-nothing you s-should care a-about-! ❞ ❝ Wu the match started like five mins ago- ❞ Absolutely loves nicknames, you can give him a nickname, go ahead. He will response you- Trips over his own tail while walking side by you, the sight is funny if you ask me, seeing you laughing just makes him soft. W-well, seeing you laugh like this, even if it causes him to do some stupid things, he will swallow up his pride for you.

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Title: Lovely, Dark and Warm (3/15)

Fandom: K Project

External: AO3

Pairings: Sarumi

Ratings/Warnings: M

Summary: Totsuka Tatara was dead, Homra was certain of that. But rumors persisted, that he had been seen wandering the alleys of Shizume, with blood on his shirt and a mouth hanging open.

In retrospect, that was how every zombie apocalypse started, after all.

Notes: In which Saru finally makes an appearance.

“What the hell is your problem, Saru?!” Yata demanded angrily, shoving his friend up against the wall.

“My problem?” Fushimi laughed and pushed away from him, eyes shining with a strange sort of reflected light, an emotion Yata hadn’t seen from him before and couldn’t name. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Misaki.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Yata muttered. “Anyway, what the fuck are you thinking? The hell we’re staying behind while Mikoto-san is leading us on a raid. This is for our pride, Saru!”

“Pride?” Fushimi snorted. “Stop being such a child. There’s no pride in this, just a brute’s search for revenge.”

“How can you say that?” Yata demanded. “Totsuka-san is dead! How can you expect us to just forget that?”

“Look around you, Misaki,” Fushimi said coldly. “This city is already a dead zone. Those undead out there--”

“Fucking zombies,” Yata spat and for a moment Fushimi smiled and looked just like his old self.

“Fucking zombies,” Fushimi agreed. “They’re out there, and the city is already a mess. Everyone with sense is getting out of here while they can, and what is Homra doing? Going after petty vengeance. Mikoto-san isn’t immortal and neither are we. This is a suicide run.”

“Those are coward’s words,” Yata claimed, crossing his arms. “We’re not gonna lose. Mikoto-san is gonna find the guy who killed Totsuka-san and started all this and we’re going to kick his ass and save the city.”

“You’re still a little kid, aren’t you?” Fushimi mocked him. “Save the city? It’s too late to save this place. Attacking Mihashira Tower is just another layer of stupidity to add to the moron cake.”

“Are you calling Mikoto-san stupid?!” Yata grabbed Fushimi’s shirt again, pulling open the collar to reveal the Homra tattoo on his chest, the mirror of the one on Yata’s. He’d been so proud the day they’d joined Homra, the day those tattoos had appeared on their skin. Every Homra member had one and all in a different place — except for the two of them, the two whose tattoos were in the exact same spot. It made them partners, right? They’d always been partners before and even Mikoto-san’s power had recognized it. “He’s your King, Saru! Are you just going to disobey him?”

“Mikoto-san, Mikoto-san,” Fushimi repeated in acidic tones. “He said we could choose for ourselves, right? Only idiots like the rest of you can’t seem to think on your own at all and just parrot Mikoto-san’s decisions right back at him. Are you ever going to think for yourself, Misaki?”

“I’m done with you,” Yata declared, pushing Fushimi against the wall in disgust. “I’m going with Mikoto-san. I don’t care what you say, Saru. Mikoto-san won’t lose. You’ll see, when we come back here having saved the city while you hid here like a wimp.”

“So you’re going?” There was something hollow about Fushimi’s tone and Yata couldn’t see his face. “With Mikoto-san?”

“Yeah.” Yata felt cold all of a sudden and tried to force a smile. “So…you’re coming too, right, Saruhiko? You’re my partner, after all, so…even after you said all that crap, you’ll come too, won’t you? This is our chance to really be of use to Mikoto-san.” He didn’t notice the way Fushimi’s breath hitched on the last sentence or the way his hands suddenly clenched tightly into fists.

Fushimi raised his head and his eyes were steel.

“I’m staying here,” Fushimi declared, sweeping past Yata without even waiting for a reply. “Bye, Misaki.”

“Saru, wait!” Yata started after him and then felt a sudden rush of irritation. “Okay, fine. Fine! Just stay here like a coward, shitty monkey!”

Fushimi didn’t even turn around and Yata snorted, turning away and stalking in the other direction. Stupid monkey. Sure, Kusanagi had decided that they should leave some people behind at the bar, just in case, but that didn’t mean it was a better choice than going along. Some of the other guys were clustered in the bar right now, drawing straws for who was going to be forced to stay behind, and here Saruhiko was agreeing to it all on his own? It made them both look weak.

And saying all that stuff about Mikoto, about the person who had saved them? Yata just couldn’t understand it. Ever since they’d joined Homra Fushimi had been acting stranger and stranger. It felt like they were breaking apart sometimes, and Yata didn’t like it.

Yata shook his head to clear it. There was no point in worrying about the stupid monkey right now. Mikoto needed his help. Yata nodded to himself and stood a little bit straighter as he walked. That was right, he was coming on this raid as one of Homra’s senior members, as someone who could be trusted. He could deal with Fushimi when he came back.

Once he got back, they’d talk again and Yata was sure Fushimi would see sense, would see that Mikoto’s way had been best. Yata was sure of it.

–

That voice. Yata felt his breath catch in his throat. It can’t be.

His rescuer leisurely jumped down to stand beside him, knives between the fingers of both hands like claws. He gave Yata a wild and slightly crooked smile and Yata suddenly felt as if a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

“I just can’t leave you alone at all, can I, Misaki?”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me by that name, asshole monkey?” Yata demanded, trying to sound angry through a voice suddenly strained and choked.

“You can talk back to me when you’ve grown up a bit,” Fushimi drawled. “You lost your weapon and everything. Pathetic, Misaki, pathetic.”

“Shut up,” Yata said. His eyes darted to the bat lying a few feet away and then back to Fushimi. “Cover me, partner?”

Fushimi just smiled — wider, slightly more feral than Yata remembered, but still Fushimi, still Saruhiko, still his best friend who he’d long ago given up for dead even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself — and Yata couldn’t stop his own smile in return. He stood, leaning on his skateboard, his back against Fushimi’s just like old times.

“Let’s kick some asses!” Yata summoned all the powers he could manage and sent a burst of flames at the nearest zombie while he ran towards his bat. Several tried to grab for him and were immediately struck by more of Fushimi’s burning knives. Yata didn’t even bother to turn and watch them die, trusting that Fushimi would handle his end as he always did. Yata jumped and grabbed his bat, rolling into a sitting position and swinging his leg out, sending a wall of flames at his nearest attackers.

Behind him something screamed, high-pitched and painful, and Yata turned just in time to see Fushimi’s knives slice through the throat of another zombie, blood spilling out all over the ground like rain — and was Saru smiling? Yata shook his head and already Fushimi was back into the fray of the remaining zombies, cutting them down with the cool, clinical precision Yata was familiar with, face flat and unreadable.

In no time they stood in the center of a smoldering heap of corpses. The smell stung at Yata’s nose but he barely even noticed it, his entire body humming with an elation he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hmmph. Trash.” Fushimi wiped a handful of his blades on the ground and was suddenly nearly bowled over as Yata slammed into him, arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly.

“Saruhiko, you asshole!” Yata was pounding his back and Fushimi froze stiffly, hands twitching. His eyes were a bit wide and he suddenly seemed pale and out of breath. “I thought you were dead you stupid moron! Where the hell have you been? Hey, is there anyone else with you? Have you heard anything about Mikoto-san?”

Fushimi’s eyes seemed to darken just a bit at the mention of Mikoto’s name but Yata didn’t even notice it. He was too busy reassuring himself that this was real, this was actually Saruhiko. He looked a bit different, that was sure, but it was still definitely Saru. His hair was parted to one side now, nearly covering one eye and looking a bit more wild and disheveled than Yata remembered. He was wearing a green jacket lined with fur that Yata didn’t recall seeing before and there was a small bit of white bandage peeking out from beneath the sleeve of his left arm. The knives were the same as Yata remembered, the match to the one in his pocket. Fushimi’s face still had that slightly dull, bored look about it but there was a strange light to his eyes that seemed different from what Yata remembered.

“I’m alone,” Fushimi said, brushing him off, hands lingering perhaps a moment too long on Yata’s shoulders as he shrugged the other boy off. “I haven’t seen anybody. I came looking for you.”

“What the hell happened to you?” Yata demanded. His vision felt watery and he quickly wiped a hand over his eyes, hoping Fushimi hadn’t noticed. “The bar…”

“It’s not safe here.” Fushimi was looking around with hyper-sharp senses, his voice clipped and serious, just the way Saru always acted when he was thinking. “We should get inside first.”

“My place is right near here,” Yata told him. “Come on, I’ll show you the way. And if we see any zombies we’ll just have to kick their butts, right?” Yata smirked and Fushimi rolled his eyes.

“You haven’t matured at all, have you?”

“Shut up.”

They managed to cross the way to Yata’s apartment in record time, darting in and out of the shadows together and neatly avoiding the few packs of zombies still roaming the streets between them. Yata led Fushimi to the crumbling apartment building, climbing a few steps up the dilapidated fire escape and through a window.

“This way.” Yata beckoned him down the hallway, creating a flame in one hand to light the way.

“Is this safe?” Fushimi asked coolly, eyes darting around to take in the state of the apartment. The ground was covered in a fine layer of dust and the doors on either side of the hallway hung open loosely on their hinges. Inside he could see the vague outlines of bloodstains along the walls and floor.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Yata assured him. “Come on, the stairwell is this way.”

He led Fushimi to a metal door. There were debris piled all around either side and Yata got down on his knees, pushing one slab of rock away to reveal a small hole. He slipped inside and Fushimi followed with a quick glance back the way they had come. They emerged in the center of a darkened stairwell.

“Stupid zombies don’t know how to use elevators,” Yata explained. “When everything went down this place probably got cleaned out by zombies but by the time I got here they were mostly hanging around the bottom floors. Once I got up a couple floors there were only a few of them up there, probably the original occupants. Got rid of them and blocked the doors, and nothing bothers me up there. I’m the only one living here now and they don’t even bother with the building if there’s nothing edible inside.” As they walked up the stairs Fushimi noted that any doors they passed had been blocked by various piles of rocks, heavy boxes, discarded furniture and all manner of other things, clearly whatever Yata had managed to get his hands on.

They finally reached an unblocked door with the number 5 spray-painted across it. Yata swung the door open and gestured for Fushimi to go first.

The hallway they stepped out into was filled with more random objects, mops hanging at sharp angles and bedsheets strewn like curtains over doors.

“Zombie traps,” Yata said, sounding far too proud of himself. “Follow me, Saru, and try not to run into anything.”

“I’m not an idiot,” Fushimi snorted. One hand rose as if to scratch at something near his chest and then lowered, and Fushimi clicked his tongue in a too-familiar sound of irritation. Yata felt the smile spreading across his face again. It was definitely Saruhiko, all right.

He led Fushimi into one of the open apartments. Clothes were scattered around the room, shirts spread out over the couch and a couple hoodies draped over the back of two rickety chairs. There was a dusty old TV in one corner acting as a collection for all manner of odds and ends Yata had apparently picked up, a hockey stick leaning against the side of the TV and some action figures posed against the antenna. Yata set down his bag of supplies and his bat and skateboard, flopping down onto the couch.

“All right, Saru. We’re good here.”

“You’ve been staying here?” Fushimi was looking around with caution, eying the mess with a distaste that seemed strange for someone who Yata knew for a fact had never cleaned his room in his life.

“For a few months now,” Yata confirmed.

“Near the bar,” Fushimi noted, voice completely bland, as if discussing the weather.

“Well, yeah.” Yata shrugged. “If anyone was gonna come back, I figured it’d be here.” He suddenly seemed to remember something and reached into his pocket, pulling out the knife. “Here. This’s one of yours, right?”

Fushimi stared at him for a long moment, a flat expression on his face before he finally reached out and took the knife.

“I found it when I got back to the bar.” Yata’s voice grew subdued and his expression darkened. “Saruhiko… what the hell happened? You, the bar, everyone…what happened after we left? Did—did anyone else…?”

“I don’t know.” There was a coldness to Fushimi’s voice that chilled Yata to the bone. Fushimi’s eyes were utterly flat and lifeless, the flame from Yata’s hands not even reflecting a bit of light. “After you left, we had barely a day. Those idiots were complaining about being left behind but that was it. No one was paying any attention to what was going on outside. When the zombies came in, no one even realized until it was too late.” He fell backwards down onto the nearest chair. His voice was low and Yata thought he could almost detect a slight tremble as Fushimi spoke, and that suddenly filled him with dread more than anything else. Fushimi never lost his composure, not over stuff like this. “There were a few Strains with them, and they were smarter than the usual bastards. It was like they knew what they were doing. Everyone attacked them but there were too many. They even came in through the back. We were trapped like animals in a snare.”

Fushimi’s voice died down and he stared fixedly at the floor. Yata felt a sudden urge to reach out to him but kept himself back, knowing how Fushimi hated that kind of stuff.

“…How’d you escape?”

“What?” Fushimi looked up at him blankly, as if he’d forgotten Yata was there.

“How’d you get out, Saru?”

“I didn’t.” Fushimi shrugged. “I ended up stuck in the wine cellar. I waited a couple hours until they cleared out and fought my way past the stragglers and out into the street. Then I ran.”

“I-I got back to the bar a couple weeks after the raid,” Yata admitted. “I found your knife, and I thought…” He trailed off. “You wrote my name on the wall of the wine cellar.”

“I thought you’d be back, so I left you a message. I should have guessed an idiot like you would misunderstand.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Yata muttered, irritated. “Anyone would think that was a dying message, wouldn’t they?”

Fushimi simply shrugged. His eyes were far away and it was a long moment before he spoke again.

“So it was just you, who came back?”

“Yeah, just me.” Yata kicked his legs idly. “I…I don’t even know how I got out, not really.” He rubbed the back of his neck and gave a nervous laugh. “Once we blasted our way into Mihashira we got separated. There were zombies all over the place. Half of them were those stupid rabbit-masked guys, too, and they had powers and stuff. I kept close to Kusanagi-san and Mikoto-san for as long as I could but stuff got too hairy and Kusanagi-san told me to go ahead and try to clear a way. I don’t really remember too much after that, it’s…it’s kinda a blur. I know I ran into one of those rabbit zombies and I fought him, but…”

“The Gold King’s clan has the power to wipe memories,” Fushimi said, almost to himself. He had suddenly sat up just a bit straighter and there was an odd intensity to his voice.

“Don’t know anything about that,” Yata said. “Anyway, the next thing I remember I was outside by myself. I couldn’t get back in, not alone with so many shitty zombies still wandering around so I went back to the place we’d picked for a safe spot. I was sure someone had to be there eventually. I knew—I know I’m not the only one who made it out! There’s no way everyone else would have been defeated, no way! Mikoto-san at least--”

“Mikoto-san isn’t immortal,” Fushimi said darkly and Yata glared at him.

“What the hell do you know, monkey?” Yata stated, annoyed. “Don’t say that kinda crap about Mikoto-san! You know how strong he is, there’s no way--”

“Even a King can be overwhelmed eventually,” Fushimi said. “Have you heard anything about him since then?”

“I’d know if he was dead!” Yata said confidently. “Don’t you have any faith in your own King, Saru?”

Fushimi gave a grim laugh and Yata cocked his head, confused. Fushimi shook his head and the strangely crooked smile was on his face again, cutting its way through his skin.

“My ‘King,’” he repeated, just on the edge of sarcasm.

“Right, your King,” Yata said. “Our King. There’s no way Mikoto-san isn’t still out there somewhere.”

“But he never came to the safe spot,” Fushimi said pointedly. “Kusanagi-san gave you a time frame to wait before going back to the bar, right?”

“Yeah, no more than a day,” Yata said dismissively, crossing his arms. “But nobody showed and I was kinda injured anyway so I decided it was worth it to wait more than that. There was no way I’d forgive myself if I ran after only a day and Mikoto-san or Kusanagi-san came back and needed my help!”

“How long?” There was that dark undercurrent to Fushimi’s tone again and with his head lowered Yata couldn’t see his eyes behind his long bangs.

“Huh?”

“How long did you wait?”

“A little more’n a week,” Yata said with a thoughtless shrug. “No luck though. Nobody came back and finally I had to go back to the bar. And…” He lowered his head. “You know the rest, right?”

“More than a week.” Fushimi suddenly started to laugh quietly. “Of course. Stupid stubborn Misaki, can’t even follow an order. If you’d come back earlier…” This last statement was said so quietly Yata almost missed it.

“It wouldn’t have mattered, right?” Yata said. “You just said you guys were attacked only a day after we left.”

“Right, right.” Fushimi waved a hand dismissively and his smile was slightly feral. “You had to wait, right? For Mikoto-san.”

“Exactly!”

“You never change, Misaki.”

“Stop calling me that, asshole!”

Fushimi laughed again, a curious damaged sort of sound Yata didn’t recall ever hearing from him before, and then he leaned back, face suddenly serious again.

“So you don’t know where anyone else is, huh?” He looked away and glanced at Yata out of the corner of his eye. “What about the ones who weren’t with you and Mikoto-san, or in the bar? Heard anything about where that fatty went with Anna?”

“Kamamoto?” Yata had to admit he was surprised Fushimi was even asking — it wasn’t like Fushimi to care that much about anyone else but then again, Yata supposed watching all your comrades get killed by zombies could do that to you. He knew Saruhiko would come around to being a more active part of Homra eventually, even if it took the breaking of the team to do it. “Nah, I haven’t heard anything from them at all. I tried to find any trace of where he took Anna but I couldn’t find anything. Only Kusanagi-san really knew where he was going and I don’t even know if Kusanagi-san is still….” Yata trailed off glumly.

Fushimi was staring at him intently, deep in thought, and finally he sighed heavily.

“After I got out of the bar, I went on the run,” Fushimi said at length. “I spent a few months hiding in different buildings, trying to find out what happened during the raid. I ran into some trouble with zombies after that, when my powers failed at a bad time. I was helped out by some refugees hiding in the abandoned sewer tunnels beneath the city. The entrances are kept hidden and there are a good amount of people moving constantly through them. There was a rumor that one of the other missing Kings is keeping things in line. Anyway, a lot of people pass through there on a regular basis, trying to find a way to get out of the city past the barricade. I picked up bits and pieces of various rumors from them while I was staying there. That’s how I found you — a man passing by a couple days ago mentioned seeing someone with a bat and a skateboard fighting zombies near the remains of Bar Homra. There’s only one idiot I know who would do that.” He finally raised his head to meet Yata’s eyes. “If we go back together, we might be able to find out if anyone’s heard anything about Mikoto-san’s whereabouts or any of the others.”

“You-you think?” Yata asked eagerly. “I never see anybody around here really and I—”

“That’s because you’re an idiot,” Fushimi stated. “This place isn’t safe. Any normal humans without the powers of Kings would have been killed a long time ago. All the remaining human populace has mostly gone into hiding underground. I found you without even trying. If you ask around, we might be able to find out all kinds of things.”

“We might even find out what’s happened to Mikoto-san!” Yata jumped to his feet, suddenly eager. “Let’s go!”

“It’s about a one day walk from here to the nearest entrance in these conditions,” Fushimi said. “We’ll have to move quietly and stay hidden. I didn’t sleep much on my way here. It’s not easy crossing the city these days.”

“Don’t be such a worrywart, Saru!” Yata said dismissively. “Now that you’re back with me, we’ll be fine. We’re a team, right?”

“Team,” Fushimi repeated, no discernible emotion in his voice. Yata didn’t even notice, already excited by the possibility of discovering what had happened to the rest of Homra.

“All right!” Yata said with conviction. “I’m gonna start packing up supplies. Wait here, okay, Saruhiko?” He didn’t even wait for a reply, already running eagerly into the next room.

Fushimi stared after him, expressionless. Something vibrated quietly against his side and he kept a sharp eye on the doorway where Yata had disappeared as he pulled his PDA out of his pocket and held it up to his ear.

“Yes,” he said softly, eyes still tracking Yata’s exit. “Yes. I know. I’ve found him. We’re on our way back.”

Fushimi turned off the PDA and quietly slipped it back into his pocket. Yata’s head poked out of the back room.

“Can you give me a hand with this, Saruhiko?”

“Coming.”

—

Kuroh’s head hurt. He gave a quiet groan and curled up slightly, raising a hand to press it against his forehead. As he moved he was suddenly aware of a soft pillow under his head.

A bed? Kuroh’s eyelids fluttered and he found himself staring at an almost comically normal dorm room. He was lying on a bed made with soft if slightly worn sheets and the room around him was clean and obviously lived in. There were a few posters on the walls and some clothes piled up neatly in a corner beside the closet. The closet door was partially cracked and he could see more clothes inside. There was a small low table against the far wall and the curtains had been pulled over the large picture window to hide any view of the occupants from outside. There was a doorway across the room that seemed to lead into a small kitchen and he could hear someone moving about from inside.

Memory returned and Kuroh abruptly sat straight up, looking about wildly for his possessions. Something gave a small squeak and he was vaguely surprised to see a pink kitten tumble from its spot on the bedsheets. Kuroh tensely scanned the room, only relaxing when he saw Kotowari and his satchel placed neatly on the ground beside the bed. He reached down and took hold of the sword, scanning it to be sure it was in one piece. It appeared to be in perfect condition and he sighed in relief.

“Oh, you’re awake!” A bright tone made him turn. A girl stood in the doorway, holding a tray with hot tea on it.

“I…” Kuroh found himself simply staring in silence, trying to make sense of such an unexpectedly normal development. Was he dreaming still?

“Isana-kun! Your guest is awake!”

“Coming!” Someone answered her from inside the kitchen and the girl gave Kuroh an encouraging smile as she set the tea down.

“I’m going back now! I left the tea, you can bring me the clean cups later.” She gave Kuroh a small wave. “I hope you feel better.”

“Eh? Yes…I’m sorry, were you the one who rescued me? I must convey my thanks…” Kuroh bowed his head and the girl laughed.

“No, no, I didn’t do anything! I think Wagahai-chan brought you back. Anyway, get some rest!” With that she left the room, heading down the hall as if this was a normal dormitory in a normal school.

“Geez, Kukuri, you’ll confuse him more this way…” The voice was sheepish and Kuroh tensed, grip tightening on his sword as a figure appeared at the kitchen door.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” The white-haired teenage boy waved one hand at him, the other hand precariously balancing a tray of food — or something meant to be food at any rate, and Kuroh couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose at the smell. The boy seemed to take that as a bad sign, as he smiled nervously in return. “You can relax. You should be safe here for now. Probably.”

“Who are you?” Kuroh asked, not relaxing his grip on the sword. “Where is this place?”

“I’m Shiro. Isana Yashiro.” The boy gave Kuroh another shaky smile. “Um…would you mind putting the sword down? It’s really okay. I’ve got flares set at either end of the hallway and there’s a regular guard shift so we’ll know if anything gets too close.”

“Isana Yashiro,” Kuroh repeated. “I am Yatogami Kuroh. How is it that you are still alive, in this place full of undead? You have…guard shifts? Tea? How did you manage all of this?”

“Luck?” Shiro laughed a little too loudly. “Anyway, I was really surprised when Neko brought you in. Outside of the people on this floor I haven’t seen any living strangers in a long time.” He lowered his eyes.

“Neko?” Kuroh eyed the cat, who had gotten to its feet and was pawing insistently at Shiro’s leg.

“She found you hiding in the kitchen,” Shiro said, setting the tray down at the foot of the bed. “We were running low on food, so she went to get us more.”

“The cat brought me back?” Kuroh asked dubiously.

“Ah, well…something like that,” Shiro said vaguely. “You were lucky she found you. Here, I made you something to eat.”

“This was the only way I could get inside the city,” Kuroh said, laying down the sword but keeping a close eye on Shiro as he reached for the food. It looked edible at least but he couldn’t let his guard down. There was something about all this that seemed suspicious. How could a cat have brought him back? Why was this boy still living in the school and how had he escaped the undead? Where had that girl gone and were there more people here? Kuroh’s master had warned him that Shizume City was a place full of dangers. He couldn’t relax his guard just because he seemed to be safe.

Still, there was proper etiquette to be observed at all times, and his master had also taught him to respect mealtime.

“Thank you for the meal,” Kuroh said properly, pulling the tray over. He took a careful bite.

Something he had never tasted before slid down his throat and Kuroh choked.

“What—what is this? Poison?”

“Eh? It’s not that bad, is it?” Shiro said, dismayed.

“Such-such vile….” Kuroh coughed again, knocking the food to the floor.

Something pink flashed by his face and Kuroh froze.

“Don’t waste food!”

There was a naked girl crouched on the floor, arms wrapped around the spilled food bowl.

“Wha— what is— how indecent!” Kuroh grabbed for his sword again, scandalized. Clearly he had made a mistake here. This ‘Isana Yashiro’ was obviously some kind of strange pervert, who kept naked girls hidden in his room for who knew what reason.

“Calm down, calm down!” Shiro said anxiously. “Ah, I-I can explain—”

“What sort of debauchery are you committing here?” Kuroh demanded.

“Don’t be mean to Shiro!” The girl stuck her tongue out at him and Kuroh tried his best not to look at her.

“It’s okay, Neko, let’s all just calm down…” Shiro looked a bit strung out and Neko clamped onto his arm possessively.

“So I have been deceived,” Kuroh declared. “Isana Yashiro. What is your explanation for this?”

“It’s just Neko,” Shiro tried to explain. “She’s…”

“I saved you and brought you back to Shiro!” Neko stated. “So don’t be mean to Neko’s Shiro. He saved your life and healed your wounds, too!”

“Ridiculous—” Kuroh started to scoff and then cut off. Now that he’d stopped to think about it he was suddenly very aware that there was only the slightest throbbing in his side, when he clearly remembered the stabbing pains that had caused him to fall unconscious. He reached one hand down and felt through the slices in his shirt, where he knew he had been wounded. He could see the stain of dried blood still clear upon the cloth but the skin beneath was smooth and whole, the only sign of his earlier injury a thin red scratch that looked like an old long-closed wound. He glanced back over at Shiro, who was looking somewhat embarrassed about the entire thing. Neko was still clinging to him, nudging his arm with her face, and he scratched her head absentmindedly. “How is this possible?”

“Ah, well…” Shiro laughed nervously. “It’s—it’s kind of a long story?”

He held out one hand towards Kuroh, and each of his fingertips glowed with a soft silvery light.

#k project #sarumi #Fushimi Saruhiko #Yata Misaki #fic #also a surprising amount of Silvers for a Sarumi fic #I like plotty full cast things okay #anyway enjoy it's just getting started :D

[brooklynislandgirl]

S: SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart? / M: MOONLIGHT. what is your muse’s ideal date?

Valentine ABCs || -

The look on Ben's face is dubious. Has been since she invited him to climb into the water with her. She wonders if it's the self-awareness that comes with being watched as he starts to undress with grudging slowness. The twitch of his corner of his mouth and the quaint way he looks and then looks away when she rises from the water in full Botticelli radiance. The bubbles help preserve her modesty and his. His bones melt seemingly in the same fashion as his resolve and he sinks down, down, down. Becomes her bedrock sand and she layers herself against him. The oversized antique tub accommodates them both and the water retains surprising heat. Like magick. As is so often the case when Ben doesn't know what to do with himself, he begins conversations mid-thought. Pathways of imagination she doesn't always follow whether because she missed half of what he said or because he arrives at them in a round about way as so often artists and madmen do. Sometimes she's not sure which he is, sometimes she think he's both, and either way, he's beautiful. "Da shark," she answers. She doesn't have to explain which one. Ben is now so familiar with her that he understands the kapu she places on her scar and from there it's easy to extrapolate the villain of the piece."Didn' know den what it meant t' be wanted to da point of consumption. What hunger and need makes of us. Dat it was all gonna be a stark contrast f' da rest of my life, ya know? Den, I only understood how fast it had been, how sleek, an' how kinda sad I nevah got t' really...interact wi' it." She winds her fingers through his.

"Andy use t' say I was stupid, no can have shark sweetheart. I t'ought he was stupid for t'inking you could only love human kine. Our old ways teach dat aut'ority is based on seniority from da major gods to da youngest child, an' dat an elder braddah's aut'ority over da younger could be challenged only when da elder acted wi' unwarranted cruelty or against cultural norms of acceptable behaviour. We used t' disagree a lot, but mos'ly about dat. I guess mebbe he was da first one to realise I was-" Broken. "-Different. Older I got...I nevah really branched out dat way. I had a couple friends ~boys an' girls~ I was pretty close to, but mos' people in my life were Andy's friends an' I jus' kind of tag along. An' mebbe da reason I should be apologisin' to you, huh?" ~*~ She drains some of the water using only her toes to lift the stopper then put it back in place. Same thing she does with the taps to refill the tub and to revive the bubbles. Monkey-toes, Andy used to say when they were little. Beth would counter that it made her good at surfing. Ben doesn't really need to know that, though. Those days are too lost to a time and place she can never go back to, and dwelling in them are meant for private moments where she doesn't have to worry about maintaining appearances.

"Probably sometime in April or September. When dere's enough light and warm in da air ya probably not gonna die of hypot'ermia, but is still softness, da promise of rain in da air an' nature's offerin' her first flowers or last fruits." She knows it's an old joke but there's truth in it even if she hopes to make him smile. "Sometimes I...I just like mindlessly ridin' traisn wi' you. No destination or purpose. Riddem of da rails beneath us, sometimes sharin' music on eiddah side of a single pair headphones. Like goin' t museums an' zoos, too. An' sometimes... okay, mos' times...jus' like curl up on an' around you. Feel your skin on mine. Lissen t' what your body says when you're head is too too full. Sounds creepy when I say it aloud, yeah?" The truth is that Beth doesn't really need much; in some ways she's like a human succulent. A little light, a little water in those few and far between moments, and she's grateful, satisfied with what she is given. "I'm hones'ly happy jus' bein' in your orbit, ya know?" The slightest pause. "Do you....wish I was different?" Better.

#Mahalo!K <333 #He Liko Alii'i|Ben Solo #Ho'okahua|Ben and Beth #Look Both Ways|Modern au #Brooklyn Stories|New York

[sourgrapelaffytaffy]

YO Y’ALL MIND IF I JUST????

#lupin the 3rd #welcome to 'peggy pines' hours #he's so handsome #i m in love with his stupid monkey face #this is ??? peak lupin design #the right amount of ca.gliostro sweet & more recent mischief man #heck #i care him

[lunar-wandering]

petals for two

finally, here it is. the Shadowpeach non-fatal Hanahaki AU the people have been waiting for.

Word Count: 13k

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Bajie and Wujing found Wukong kneeling down by the river.

Again.

For the third day in a row.

"...Elder brother?" Wujing asked, watching how Wukong's back and tail stiffened. "Are you...okay?"

"...Just peachy..." Wukong said, but the way he said it was quiet, wheezy, and entirely unconvincing. Bajie quirked an eyebrow.

"Really? Because that's what you've said the last two times now." He said, crossing his arms with a healthy dose of suspicion on his face. "That last fight was pretty bad- y'know it would be pretty unwise of the 'Intelligent Stone Monkey' to be hiding an injury-"

"I said I'm fine!" Wukong snapped, turning around to glare at them with firey red eyes, his fur bristling with anger.

There was a pause, Bajie and Wujing both falling silent as Wukong continued to glare at them-

And then Wukong's hand flew to his mouth, as he turned back around to face the river, his body shaking with muffled coughs. Both Wujing and Bajie rushed to his side, concerned-

Only to freeze as they saw the purple petals slipping through Wukong's fingers, falling into the river and floating downstream. There was a moment of silence, broken only by Wukong's wheezing breaths.

And then they were both kneeling beside him, Wujing rubbing comforting circles on Wukong's back, while Bajie pulled the Monkey King's hand away from his mouth, letting the petals fall freely.

Wukong, surprisingly enough, let them do this, and the three of them quietly watched the petals float away, vanishing as they went around the riverbend.

If Wujing and Bajie noticed the tears running down Wukong's face, they didn't comment on it.

"...I'm sorry." Is what Wujing chose to say, in a soft murmur.

"It's fine, I'm fine." Wukong whispered, for a whisper was all his throat could manage at the time. "I'll be okay."

They all knew he was trying to reassure himself with his words more so than them.

When the three of them returned to their makeshift camp with an apology and a half-baked excuse, Tripitaka barely batted an eye.

Bai Longma, however, stared at a stray petal clinging to Wukong's outfit with a look of knowing.

Miles away, in a cave hidden by shadows, a figure leaned against the cave wall, one hand steadying himself while the other covered the fresh wound to his eye, petals falling out of his mouth as he cursed whoever decided that love could be unrequited.

-

Hanahaki. The disease of unrequited love.

Or, well, as it was known nowadays, the disease of pining.

Originally, when people were first discovering the disease, they thought it to be only born out of feelings that could never be reciprocated.

As it turns out, that simply wasn't the entire truth.

Overall, about 20% of Hanahaki cases reported end up being due to unrequited love.

The other 80% are due to people who simply, for one reason or another, refuse to confess.

As was recently discovered, about a century or so ago, the one true cure for Hanahaki is to look your beloved in the eyes, and say; "I love you."

As you can imagine, not many people have the courage to do that.

Luckily, the disease has never truly been fatal more than it was a slight hindrance. There even exists some medicines and teas that can reduce the effects of the flowers, although using them comes with its own ballpark of side effects.

Anyways, to make a long story short, MK wasn't surprised to end up meeting someone currently suffering from Hanahaki.

He just hadn't been expecting it to have been the Monkey King.

-

It hadn't really been obvious at first. Hanahaki will sometimes wither slightly when distanced from whoever the afflicted person has a crush on, but it never really takes much to send the flowers into full bloom again.

MK didn't actually hand out with Wukong a lot, and even when he did, it was only for training, something Mk restlessly focused on in the hopes of getting better at being, well, the Monkey King's successor.

Which was why, when during one of their rare breaks, Wukong froze in shock when MK actually asked him a question (one that, for once, wasn't about training).

"...Monkey King? Do you have any friends?" MK asked.

"Sure I do!" Wukong lied, "Why do you ask?"

"Ah- well-" MK stuttered, staring down at the ground in front of him as he seemed to ponder how to phrase his next sentence. "You just seemed... lonely, I guess."

"Well, I'm not, since I do, in fact, have friends, so. Yeah." Wukong said, crossing his arms as his tail slowly swung back and forth nervously.

"Are your friends from now or before?" MK asked, tilting his head in curiosity. "Actually, did you even have friends before?"

"...Before?"

"Before the Journey to the West." MK elaborated.

"Psh, of course I did!" Wukong said, "Y'know, I was even friends with Demon Bull King back then- you wouldn't believe some of the stories I have about him..."

MK had, in fact, already known about Wukong and Demon Bull King having been friends. Tang had been more than happy to bring that up, multiple times.

But what MK really wanted to know was-

"Was there anybody else?" He asked.

"Of course there was! For example, M-" Wukong started, but very quickly cut himself off, the light in his eyes dulling slightly. MK winced, sensing that he'd somehow stumbled upon a sensitive subject.

Before he could apologize though, Wukong suddenly tensed, before turning and starting to walk away.

"Uh, I'll be right back, I just need to check on the younger monkeys for a moment, okay?" He said. It was an excuse that was easily seen through, but MK couldn't bring himself to mention it.

-

Similar situations kept happening.

Sometimes it was understandable, like when Wukong would take a second or so to throw a smile back on his face (a smile MK was starting to recognize as fake) whenever MK brought up the subject of the Journey to the West.

Other times, however, it was a little confusing. Like, for example, when after an unspoken kitchen incident, MK had worn a purple jacket to training. (Mei had let him borrow it from her, since his yellow jacket was still in the wash, due to the Kitchen Incident That Shall Not Be Named).

As soon as Wukong had seen the purple jacket, he'd froze, before hastily turning away and running back inside his little house, claiming to have forgotten something.

MK had taken the jacket off and stuffed it into his bag by the time Wukong returned.

-

It was only after the Macaque fight that things became clear.

They'd been silent, watching the sunrise, and MK had started to doze off, leaning on his mentor's shoulder as he slowly started to fall asleep.

...Only to be jostled back into awareness as Wukong's shoulders shook with barely muffled coughs.

"Are you okay?" MK asked, lifting his head off of Wukong's shoulder and staring at the Monkey King with thinly veiled worry. Wukong leaned away from MK's gaze, a hand still covering his mouth.

He was too busy coughing to give a good response.

"If you broke a rib or something and didn't tell me I'm not going to be very impressed." MK deadpanned. Wukong shook his head 'no' in response, hand still over his mouth despite the fact his coughing fit had already died down. "Well, what is it then?"

MK waited as Wukong seemed to internally debate with himself.

And then the Monkey King slowly removed his hand from his mouth, revealing the petals that he had confined within his palm.

"Oh. Oh!" MK said, realization striking him as the dots connected in his mind. "Oh, you have terrible taste."

"I know..." Wukong groaned, placing his head in his hands, not caring about how this caused some of the petals to stick to his face and fur. MK giggled a little over how silly his mentor looked, Wukong glaring at him and sticking one of the petals onto his successor's cheek in response. MK made a noise of disgust as he wiped the petal off of his face.

Far away from the two of them, Macaque stumbled back into his dojo, nursing a new injury, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, and holding crushed flower petals in his fist.

-

Well. Wukong could officially say that he'd never been in a situation like this before.

Tangled up and dangling from the Spider Queen's spiderweb, Wukong tried to distract himself from the feeling of being trapped, unable to move.... by doing his best to observe his surroundings.

There... sure were a lot of other demons here. He couldn't figure out if it was good or bad that he didn't recognize most of them.

Wait.

Wukong looked around the room again with narrowed eyes.

Could Spider Queen have also taken-

No.

Wukong couldn't see him anywhere, not to mention that the other monkey had always been concerned with his own safety first and foremost. He'd probably scrambled to get out of town at the first sign of trouble. Wukong wasn't going to find Macaque in here.

He wasn't sure why he'd even looked.

...And there was that warm, tickly feeling in the back of his throat again.

Wukong squirmed, trying to ignore the sensation for as long as possible. He even started humming, his go to method for repressing the petals, but it barely worked, and a small dose of panic started to overtake him. He had no way of covering up the petals that would come, his arms and hands pinned at his sides.

He would not let Spider Queen or the rest of her crew find out about this, not to mention....her.

(If the Lady Bone Demon found out about his Hanahaki... well, she already has enough leverage as it is. Wukong isn't about to hand over any more.)

And then there was Demon Bull King. Wukong wasn't entirely sure how his old friend, (ex-friend, he reminded himself), would react, and honestly he wasn't too keen on finding out.

Still though.

The flowers always win in the end.

Wukong did his best to duck his head into his shoulder, and hoped it would be enough as his chest was wracked with coughs.

-

The Demon Bull King was many things, but he was not, in fact, stupid.

He had been quick to notice the growing panic on Wukong's face, (really, the monkey hadn't even tried to hide it, either due to being lost in thought or because he thought nobody was paying close enough attention to notice), and had decided to watch and see what the Monkey King would do next.

He hadn't expected Wukong to turn his head to the side, doing his upmost best to silence his coughing fit.

He'd expected the flower petals even less.

"You, of all people, haven't gathered up the strength to confess?" Demon Bull King asked, startling Wukong right out of his coughing fit. "I did not take you to be a coward."

"I take offense to that." Wukong wheezed, a few more petals falling from his mouth as he spoke. "Besides, I remember you taking forever to confess to Princess Iron Fan-"

"I'm not the one who held my words in long enough for them to take root and bloom." Demon Bull King said, "Who is the object your affections anyways?"

"None of your business." Wukong said, once again squirming within the confines of the webs. Demon Bull King raised an eyebrow, before glancing down at the petals now littering the floor. The flowers typically would hint at who the afflicted had a crush on, but Demon Bull King was too far away to be able to tell what flowers the petals belonged to.

If he were to hazard a guess though...

"The Six Eared Macaque?" He asked, proceeding to find great amusement in how Wukong's fur stood on end, panic flashing on his face. "Ah, so I'm right then-"

"Shut up." Wukong hissed, his eyes flashing red. "Seriously, shut up. You can't tell anyone else about this-"

"Tell someone- I see flowers aren't the only nonsense your mouth spits out." Demon Bull King said. The red glow faded slightly from Wukong's eyes, as his expression shifted to confusion, with a small dash of hope.

"You... aren't going to tell anyone?" Wukong asked.

"And loose the precious blackmail material you have graced me with? Of course not!" Demon Bull King laughed, and Wukong sighed, sensing that somehow this would come back to bite him later.

-

Wukong forced his suitcase shut, trying to ignore the niggling feeling of guilt as MK stared at him, unimpressed. Okay, so maybe 'going on a vacation' wasn't the best excuse to use, but Wukong couldn't afford to waste any time coming up with a better one.

He was ready for MK to be worried about training.

He wasn't ready for Mk to be worried about him.

"...Will you be okay?" MK asked, "I mean, you seem to not want anyone to know about your Hanahaki, but if you're with friends then you'll be surrounded by other people at all times, so-"

"Oh, it'll be fine." Wukong said, waving MK's concerns away. "Besides, if the flowers act up, I'll just rip out my lungs."

"Please do not do that!" MK said, the horrified look on his face making Wukong chuckle.

"Oh, c'mon, it's not that bad." He said, "I've done it before."

"That does not make it better!" MK said, looking like he was about to start ranting, and Wukong took that as his cue that it was time to go.

-

MK pushed the exit door open, stumbling a little as he rushed into the alley way.

"Ugh- why did you do-.....that......" He said, voice trailing off as he registered that the alley way was empty.

Well. Seemingly empty.

One quick check with his true sight later, (he wasn't going to be falling for any tricks again), and MK was holding a dumpster over his head, revealing the shadow monkey that had been crouched down, hiding behind it. Macaque glanced up, his scarf covering his mouth and his fur bristling in shock as MK set the dumpster off to the side.

"So much for you having been a great warrior, huh?" MK said, crossing his arms and staring down at Macaque with an unimpressed expression.

"Uh- ah, so you figured that out, did you? Maybe you aren't as dense as you look." Macaque said, voice slightly raspy, as he stood up, trying to pretend he wasn't just hiding behind a dumpster-

Only for his scarf to slip down a little, allowing some golden flower petals to fall out. Macaque made quick work of snatching them out of the air, crushing them in his grip as he hid them behind his back, tail swishing nervously, but it was too late.

MK had seen.

"...Oh. Oh!" MK said, feeling torn between screaming in frustration or laughing in amusement over what had just been revealed to him. "Oh, you have terrible taste."

"...I have no idea what you're talking about." Macaque said, sighing and breathing out a few more golden petals as he did so, completely unaware of how much this revelation had shaken MK's already very delicate mental state. "Seriously. I don't even know where you got the idea that I'm in love with someone or something like that, because I'm definitely not."

"I never said anything about you being in love." MK said, starting to lean more towards being amused at this entire situation as Macaque stiffened, his tail stilling. "I just said you had terrible taste- maybe I was implying your whole 'performance' with the shadow play back in the theatre was simply lackluster."

"I take offense to that." Macaque hissed, his shadow growing slightly bigger as his tail once again started to thrash back and forth, this time in anger. MK ignored this obvious attempt at intimidation for another question that was on his mind, a much more pressing one, in his opinion.

"You still haven't answered my question from earlier, why did you do that?" He asked, watching as Macaque took a minute to process the question, having not expected the sudden subject change.

"....Why did I do what- Oh! Why did I break the lantern, you mean?" Macaque said, suddenly avoiding eye contact, his hand twitching like he wanted to grab hold of the edge of his scarf as he chewed on the corner of his lip, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand. "Well, I was going to do the whole 'watch the hero get tormented by their inner demons and insecurities' thing like all the other villains, but you seem to already be doing that to yourself so- yeah. Didn't want to bother using my own expansive list of abilities when I could just lay back and watch the show you were already putting on for me."

"But I thought you wanted to be center stage, not in the audience. Y'know, because you want to steal the spotlight from Monkey King." MK said, raising an eyebrow as Macaque's hand finally grabbed the edge of his scarf, and he started fiddling with it nervously. "Or well, either that or you want to share a stage with him."

Something must have been brought to the forefront of Macaque's mind when MK said that, as suddenly he was turning away, using his scarf to cover his mouth as he coughed. MK remained standing in front of him, arms crossed, waiting patiently for the shadow monkey's response.

"I- I have no intention of shar- sharing a stage." Macaque eventually wheezed, pulling his scarf back down as he spoke so that he could be heard clearly. MK amusedly noted that he could see some golden petals peeking out from within the confines of the red cloth. "Not now, not before, and not ever."

"Ah, sure, keep telling yourself that." Mk said, staring pointedly at the flower petals.

Macaque flicked him on the forehead.

"Ow!" MK said, recoiling, a hand going to his forehead to try and numb the sting, his eyes closing reflexively as he leaned back. "Why would you do that for-"

MK paused, blinking bewilderedly, as he realized Macaque was no longer in front of him, seemingly having vanished entirely, having used MK's momentary distraction to fade away into the shadows, only a single left behind flower petal revealing that he had ever actually been there.

If MK had used his true sight again then and there, he would've found that Macaque was now resting on top of one of the nearby rooftops.

As it was though, his friends burst through into the alley way, prepped with questions he wasn't ready to answer.

(Later, Macaque would severely regret failing to remember to warn MK of the danger that was approaching him. But that would be later, and now he fully intended on sneaking back into the theatre to retrieve his shadow lantern...)

-

Life on the ship honestly wasn't all that bad. Sure, MK had lost all of his powers, and there was the ever looming threat of the Lady Bone Demon, but ignoring all of that important stuff?

Life on the ship was actually rather nice.

"You know what? I think I could actually get used to living like this." MK said, leaning against the railing of the ship, letting the wind rustle his hair. Wukong hummed in agreement, sitting on the railing beside his successor.

"...When all this is said and done, we should take a vacation." He said, "A real vacation. Together this time."

"Can I bring my friends with me?" MK wasn't so sure he could handle leaving the others behind after everything that had happened.

"Sure, go right ahead, if that's what you want." Wukong said, shrugging. MK visibly brightened, and an idea struck him.

"Oh- and you could bring your friends along too, you know, the ones I haven't met yet!" He said, and Wukong stiffened.

"....Uh.... about that..." He started, and MK's smile fell, replaced with a mixture of disappointment and concern.

"...You lied about the whole 'having other friends' thing, didn't you." He said, looking his mentor up and down before rolling out another accusation. "You're far lonelier that I thought you were."

"...Immortality isn't all it's cracked up to be, Kid." Wukong said, a sad, half-hearted smile on his face. MK tried to come up with a response, either a joke or maybe some comforting words (how do you even comfort an immortal, who has been through so much and had probably heard everything you could possibly say?)-

Only to be completely distracted as the ship was heavily rocked by something crashing into it. MK's grip tightened around the steel railing, steadying himself as he heard the others rush up to the deck, shouting in confusion. Out of the corner of his eye, MK could see Wukong scramble to keep himself from falling over the side of the ship. (Which MK had to admit was... strange. Wukong had his whole cloud sail thing, he could fly, why would he be concerned about falling off?)

The rocking stopped, the ship steadying itself, and MK could smell smoke. Cautiously and slowly, he turned around, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of an attack, brought about by the Lady Bone Demon or one of her 'followers' (demons, that she had entranced to think that they were getting a good deal out of this, when in reality all she was doing was using them, with the full intent to throw them aside once they had served their purpose).

MK expected the broken bits and pieces of another, smaller ship, some parts still burning (and really, they should deal with those fire before they became a bigger problem. Sandy seemed to be running to get the fire extinguisher, so hopefully there wouldn't be any fire induced explosions today).

What he hadn't been expecting (but in hindsight, really should have been), was to see Red Son, standing in the center of the debris, nervously dusting the dirt off of his jacket, with Macaque laying face down on the deck behind him.

-

Red Son was having a very long day. Or, well, it had been about three days, really, but that wasn't the point here.

He brushed the remaining ship debris off of himself, making himself more 'presentable' while also purposefully prolonging the amount of time he could go without meeting the questioning gazes of MK and his friends.

Catching sight of the monkey still laying on the ground behind him, he turned and nudged Macaque with his foot.

"You really aren't making a good impression here." Red Son hissed, under his breath, knowing that the other's exceptional hearing meant that he could easily hear him.

"There truthfully isn't a good impression to be made." Macaque said, voice muffled by both the deck and his scarf, as he continued to lay face down, making no move to get up. "Not to mention, I'm feeling a little... singed, at the moment. Not everyone is as fire proof as you are, you- you hot headed fool."

The shadow monkey had, overall, been a great help in escaping from the Lady Bone Demon's dungeons, but Red Son wasn't past the point of kicking him in the side. Hard.

Macaque yelped in pain, curling up a little as though to shield himself, but continued to not even try to get up.

Red Son was unfortunately stopped from kicking the monkey again as he was tapped on the shoulder. Turning around, he found himself face to face with MK and Mei, their expressions completely neutral.

"Ah- Hello, Noodle Boy, Dragon Girl." Red Son said, politely nodding to each of them, trying to ignore his own nervousness (he did not feel like getting thrown off a ship today, thank you very much). MK and Mei said nothing, and Red Son began to wonder for a moment if crashing into their ship twice was somehow crossing a line.

But then both of them smiled, and Red Son braced himself just in time as Mei tackle-hugged him, MK laughing as he watched her do so.

"Wow, you really don't have much luck with vehicles and driving, on the ground or in the air, huh?" MK said, pushing a piece of debris from the miniature ship Red Son had flown in to the side with his foot. "Seriously, it's a wonder you ever managed to pass a driving test with skills like this."

"A driving what?" Red Son asked, immediately regretting it as both MK and Mei fixed him with a look of complete and utter horror.

"Oh heavens." Mei breathed, her grip on Red Son's shoulders growing almost uncomfortably tight. "You entered a race without knowing how to drive."

-

Too loud.

It was far, far too loud.

Still though, it was much better than being trapped down in the Lady Bone Demon's cold, dark, and desolate dungeons.

Or, at least, that is what Macaque thought to himself, even as he subtly pulled his scarf up over his ears, trying and failing miserably to block out the rumble of the engine, the hiss of the fires from the remains of their ship, the hushed whispers from Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy, and the trio's argument about Red Son's apparently non-existent drivers license.

(If he had known Red Son had never really, truly learned how to drive, Macaque wouldn't have let him pilot their escape ship.

...Albeit, Macaque himself wasn't all that much better, having had no idea as to what over half of the buttons in the ship were actually for.

Still though, he would have at least tried to land a perfect landing, instead of going all out on making sure they, quote, 'crashed in style', like what a certain hot tempered demon did.

Seriously Red Son. What the fuck.)

It took a few more minutes of laying there, trying to block everything out, before he realized that, over the roar of the engines and the trio's arguing, he couldn't hear where Wukong was.

...Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

Macaque stiffened as a warm hand landed on his shoulder, its grip alternating between being soothing soft and threateningly tight.

"...Macaque?" Wukong's voice asked, and Macaque felt the unfortunately all too familiar twinge in both his chest and throat.

Ah. It was definitely a bad thing then.

-

Wukong pulled his hand back as Macaque abruptly stood up, stumbling away from him and towards the side of the ship. For a moment, Wukong genuinely wondered if Macaque planned to just jump off the ship, despite the fact that they were thousands of miles above ground.

But Macaque simply grabbed hold of the railing, leaning slightly over it, his shoulders shaking.

"What's the matter, are you sea sick already?" Mei asked, noticing Macaque's movement. "Or, wait, would it be air sick? Meh, it's probably the same thing..."

Macaque gave no response other than raising his hand to flip her off, which simply made her cackle like a mad man. Wukong would've walked right on over to him and smacked the shadow monkey for the rude gesture-

That is, if he hadn't been already preoccupied with covering up the petals his concern for the other had caused him to start coughing up.

Unseen by either of them, MK glanced back and forth between the two monkeys, seeing how Wukong tucked the petals into the pocket of his shirt, and spotting a few golden ones fluttering away from Macaque, carried by the wind. MK sighed, ignoring how Mei and Red Son, the two closest to him who had noticed his reaction, looked at him in confusion.

It was going to be a really long trip.

-

Macaque stirred a bowl full of cake mix, deeply lost in his thoughts.

You see, being stuck in a ship, thousands of miles up in the air, surrounded by people, especially MK and the others, was a very stressful situation to be in. And unlike back at his dojo, Macaque didn't exactly have any training dummies to take said stress out on.

So, he naturally defaulted to another, less violent technique.

Stress baking.

Macaque had waited patiently in the shadows until Pigsy had left the kitchen to join the others up on the deck, and then had promptly taken over the entire room.

...He wasn't sure why he decided to make a chocolate cake though. He had really just been going through the motions, using the first thing he saw or what was directly in front of him, not feeling like putting in the effort to really search for anything else.

Well, at least thus far only MK had stumbled upon him like this, and the Monkey King's successor had been easily chased away by a purple glare and a hissed threat.

'...Although...' Macaque thought, stirring slowing down slightly as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway, approaching him. 'Maybe saying that I was poisoning everything in the kitchen wasn't the best choice of threat.'

He very nearly dropped the bowl when Wukong entered the room.

"So." Wukong said, leaping up onto the counter and sitting down, cross-legged. "Poison, huh?"

Well. He might as well go along with it. No use in changing his excuse now.

"Yep." Macaque said, taking the spoon out of the bowl as he gestured at the room. "I'm so one hundred percent done with all of you, so I have decided to poison all of you. Finally get rid of the noise, have a bit of peace, you know?"

As he said this, he made the mistake of putting the spoon within Wukong's reach.

The Monkey King, spurred by nothing but his own impulsivity, leaned forwards and casually licked the edge of the spoon.

Macaque pulled the utensil back at record breaking speeds (he avoided putting it back into the bowl, he knew far better than to do that) and proceeded to stare at Wukong with the most offended expression he could manage.

Wukong completely ignored it.

"Your 'poison' happens to taste an awful lot like chocolate." He said, taking a glance around the kitchen, noting all the ingredients on the kitchen island, before looking Macaque up and down. "...Stress baking?"

"Poison." Macaque corrected, glaring at the other as he got a new spoon to stir with. "I'm making poison."

"...Poison for yourself, maybe." Wukong said, looking thoughtful, "If I remember right, you can't eat chocolate, can you?"

Macaque didn't bother to grace him with a response, instead turning his back to the other monkey, continuing to mix more ingredients into the bowl. It was blessedly silent for a while, but-

With Wukong sitting right behind him, watching his every move, even stress baking wasn't able to help Macaque relax.

Not to mention the flowers in his chest that were once again begging to make themselves known.

Macaque forced the flurry of emotions and petals back down as much as he could. He flicked an ear, listening behind him.

Wukong was still there. Why was he still there-

Macaque slammed the bowl down on the kitchen island, barely avoiding chipping it, and taking brief pleasure in how he could hear the Wukong's breath catch, before the Monkey King descended into a small coughing fit, probably from surprise at the shadow monkey's sudden movements. Macaque turned back around to face Wukong, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so.

"What do you want from me?" He hissed, his tail swishing back and forth from agitation. Wukong's tail swished too, but Macaque could tell that his was a sign of nervousness.

"Ah, oh nothing." Wukong said, his hands behind his back as his legs swayed back and forth over the counter. "Just making sure you don't actually decide to poison anything."

"If I had poison, you and I both know that I would have used it already." Macaque said, "I don't even think there's anything I could even use as poison on this ship."

"...Point taken." Wukong said, leaning forwards and resting his chin on his right hand.

(He kept his other hand tucked in behind his back. Macaque did pick up on Wukong seemingly acting suspicious, but was far too focused on trying to get the Monkey King out of the kitchen to actually think much of it.

Something that Wukong was extremely grateful for, as it gave him the time to actually hide the crushed flower petals in his palm within one of his pockets.)

"Um, so uh, how do you know if the kid and the others are all okay?" Macaque asked, deciding to try a new tactic of getting Wukong out of the kitchen, hoping that the Monkey King's stupid over-protectiveness would prompt him to leave the room, which would let Macaque finally bake in peace.

"Oh, I left a hair clone with them." Wukong said, and Macaque slumped, his hopes dashed. "...Say, on a different subject, how do you know if it tastes good?"

"Huh?" Macaque asked, befuddled for a moment before remembering the cake bowl on the table behind him. "Oh- the cake? Well, I don't know really, usually I just sell it or something... Not that I really do this often, mind you! This isn't- I don't- I'm- wait. You want to taste test it more, to get free samples, don't you?"

Wukong simply gave a non-commital shrug, but the smirk on his face gave his intentions away. Macaque sighed wearily, before pulling a smaller spoon out of a nearby drawer with his tail, scooping a bit of cake batter into it, and tossing the spoon at Wukong, mentally willing the utensil to hit the Monkey King smack dab on the forehead.

The utensil, unfortunately, did not, in fact, obey Macaque's wills, as Wukong caught it with ease, and started licking the cake batter off of it, his tail wagging happily.

Macaque bit the inside of his cheek, nearly drawing blood as he used the pain to push the flowers in his throat back down, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he realized just how... cute the other looked in the current moment.

...No, nope, absolutely not-

Macaque spun back around, throwing himself entirely into the task of mixing the last of the ingredients together, and doing his upmost best to ignore the monkey sitting behind him.

Wukong's incessant humming was absolutely not helping in any way shape or form.

Things continued on, Macaque making the cake and occasionally tossing a batter covered spoon over his shoulder so that Wukong could taste it.

(Macaque silently told himself that he was doing it in the hopes that Wukong would become satisfied and leave, already-

But, deep down, he knew it was just because he liked seeing the other monkey happy.)

Macaque dumped the cake batter into a pan, setting the now empty mixing bowl off to the side before shoving the pan into the oven, and setting a small timer.

When he looked back over to where he had placed the mixing bowl, fully intent on washing it and proceeding to use it to make some icing, the bowl was gone.

"What the-" He started, looking around bewildered, before realizing what must have happened.

Sure enough, Wukong had the bowl on his lap, and was using a spoon to scrape the remaining cake batter out of it, to eat.

"...It's not like you were gonna use it anymore... right?" Wukong asked, almost looking sheepish as he realized Macaque was staring at him, and he curled around the bowl protectively.

Macaque glared at him, using his magic to make his eyes flash purple and make the room grow slightly darker.

"Get out of my kitchen before I retract my truce card and cash in on punching you in the face." He threatened.

Although the threat didn't hold much weight (Macaque would probably end up breaking his hand punching Wukong before he could ever hope to actually injure the other) Wukong still scrambled to get out of the room, taking the bowl and spoon with him as he went.

As Wukong rushed pass Macaque in his haste to leave, their tails lightly brushed together.

And that was the last straw for Macaque, who, once he was sure the other was gone, hurried to turn on the sink to cover up the sound of his coughing.

'..........Stupid monkey....' Macaque thought, leaning over the sink and watching flour and flowers go down the drain.

-

MK found Wukong in the hallway, with petals falling out of both the Monkey King's pocket and his mouth. He seemed to be spacing out, lost within his own thoughts.

He was still carrying the mixing bowl.

"...So I take it you didn't confess to Macaque?" MK asked, sounding almost disappointed.

"What- no- why on Earth would I confess?" Wukong asked, snapping out of his reverie. MK merely shrugged in response, but mentally he cursed.

'I was so sure that baking together would settle this whole mess once and for all.' He thought, watching as Wukong balance his bowl in one hand and softly rubbed a spot on his tail with the other. 'I guess it's back to the drawing board...

....Maybe the others would have some ideas?'

-

"How to get someone with Hanahaki to confess?" Tang asked, setting his book to the side. "MK, you know that's not really a thing you can force, I mean, look at how long it took Pigsy and I-"

"I know, I know, the both of you have told me about your confession, and how long it took to get there, multiple times." MK said, rolling his eyes. "But like, this is worse than you guys, which honestly, before now I didn't think it was possible, but. This has been going on for centuries."

"...I feel like there's a majorly important piece of information I'm missing here." Tang said, leaning forwards with renewed interest. "Who, exactly, has Hanahaki?"

MK paused, debating for a moment on whether or not he should actually tell him.

But, well, it was kind of obvious, and he seriously needed help getting the two of them together, so-

"Monkey King and Macaque." MK said, before adding, for clarification; "Both of them have it. For each other."

"Oh. Oh, that makes so much sense." Tang said, sounding as though pieces of a centuries old puzzle had magically connected right before his eyes. "...I'm sorry though, I can't help you."

"...Oh. Okay, I'll just ask someone else then-"

"However. I am not opposed to starting a betting pool."

-

"Hanahaki? Why would I know anything about Hanahaki?" Red Son asked, sounding oddly nervous as MK stood in the door way to his room. "...Why are you even asking me about it anyways?"

"Because Monkey King and Macaque have been pining for centuries, even back during the Journey to the West if the stories from Mei's great grandfather are to be believed, and while I've only been witness to a small portion of it, and I guess it's kinda been amusing, I am so done with it, like-" MK waved his hands around in frustration. "Why won't they just confess already?!"

"...I'm....sure they have their reasons." Red Son said, "What... did Mei say, about this, exactly?"

"Oh, she just laughed when I told her about it, and then cemented her place in the betting pool." MK said.

"There's a betting- Noodle Boy, why didn't you start with the betting pool?!"

-

Red Son had, in fact, already known about Macaque's Hanahaki.

That kind of thing was a little hard to miss when you're locked up in a cell with someone for an extended period of time.

Finding out Wukong also had Hanahaki came as a little bit of a surprise (though, really, now that he knew about it, it was kind of obvious, but as they say, 20/20 hindsight-).

Outside of making bets though, Red Son was mostly content to just sit back and watch the two monkeys stumble around each other. Sure, he did think their inability to confess made them cowards, but.

At least MK was too wrapped up in his frustration over the monkeys drama to notice the fire demon coughing up smoke and petals behind him.

-

Wukong slowly sneaked into the room, as quietly as he possibly could. Staying low to the ground, he tip toed over to the shelf, cautiously reaching up-

Only for someone to grab a hold of his hand, stopping him from reaching his prize. A nearby lamp flicked on, and Wukong looked up to see Sandy intently staring down at him.

"...Hi." Wukong said, laughing nervously as he slipped his hand out of Sandy's grip. "Um. I totally wasn't sneaking around or anything, I was just... sleep walking?"

"...I see." Sandy said, reaching over and taking one of the tea tins off of the shelf. "In that case, this one right here will do wonders to improve your sleep-"

"Ah, oh, no thank you, it's fine, I can handle it." Wukong said, subtly scanning the shelf of teas, slumping slightly when he couldn't seem to find the one that he wanted. Upon seeing the monkey's dejected face, Sandy sighed.

"Is this what you were looking for?" He asked, pulling a tin of tea out from behind his back. Wukong looked at it in shock.

"How'd you-" He started.

"It was just a lucky guess." Sandy said, setting the tin in Wukong's waiting hands. "Use it sparingly though, I'm running a little low on supplies right now. Oh, and be careful with the side effects, okay? Stop taking it if anything seriously bad starts to happen."

"...Thank you." Wukong said, pocketing the tea tin and turning to leave Sandy's room.

"Oh, one more thing." Sandy said, causing Wukong to pause mid-step. "The next time you try sneaking around in the dark, use a stronger glamour over your eyes. The glow seriously gives you away."

"...Duly noted."

-

It smelled like smoke.

That was the first thing Macaque noticed as he stepped out of the shadows in the corner of the storage room. Immediately, he tensed up, his fur standing on end. After all, where there was smoke, there was usually fire as well. And although Macaque would never, never admit it... he wasn't exactly the most... fond of fire.

(A capture hero, trapped and unaware.

A burning mountain, the air choked by smoke.

And an abandoned warrior, trying desperately to escape the mountain's flames.)

But... Macaque couldn't hear any of the noises that usually accompanied something burning. Instead all he could hear was someone's slightly irregular heart beat, and their wheezing breaths.

Macaque forced himself to walk forwards, curiosity starting to over power his caution.

He rounded the shelf of boxes just in time to see Red Son cough out more smoke, along with a few burnt petals.

Macaque paused, knowing the other had yet to actually see him, as he pondered what to do next. His hands twitched towards the edge of his scarf, but he kept himself frozen.

On the one hand, he could just turn around and leave before Red Son could even notice him. As was said before, Macaque was truly not very fond of fire, and despite having spent at least two days trapped with the fire demon, Macaque hadn't really gotten over his general...wariness of him.

On the other hand though, now that he'd seen the other demon, Macaque's curiosity was peaked.

...Well, they say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, so-

"Who's it for?" Macaque asked, chuckling a little to himself as Red Son startled, finally noticing the other's presence.

"What?" He asked, looking at the shadow monkey in shock and confusion.

"Your Hanahaki." Macaque elaborated, "Who is it for, Mei or MK?"

Red Son remained silent for another moment, blinking in confusion, before the question, along with what was currently happening, seemed to register within his brain, and a furious blush over took his face, a few sparks flying off of him.

(At the sight of said sparks, Macaque took a hesitant step back, glancing around for anything that was possibly flammable.

Red Son was far too wrapped up within his own emotions to notice the monkey's anxiety.)

He sputtered for a moment, struggling and failing to come up with a proper response.

"...Both. It's, It's both of them." He eventually muttered under his breath, avoiding eye contact with Macaque as he shyly rubbed his arm.

"What was that? Sorry, I didn't hear you the first time, could you say that again?" Macaque said, not at all surprised by this new development and instantly deciding that now was the perfect opportunity to mess with the fire demon.

"You damn well did hear me and we both know it." Red Son said, shifting from flustered to angry in the blink of an eye.

...Macaque outright laughed at hm.

"Oh, oh, like you're one to laugh." Red Son said, "I know all about your thing for Monkey King. You're in the same boat as I am, both literally and figuratively."

"...Okay, first of all, we are in an airship, not a boat." Macaque said, leaning 'casually' against a wall of supply boxes. "Secondly- I have literally no idea what you're talking about."

"Why haven't you confessed yet?" Red Son said, moving on with his line of thinking and completely ignoring the shadow monkey's denial.

"Conf- I, I could ask you the exact same question!" Macaque said, caught off guard before pulling himself together and recovering. "Why haven't you confessed?"

"I, am simply waiting for the right time. I'm planning a big romantic gesture, I'll have you know." Red Son said, "You, on the other hand, are simply being a pining idiot."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Macaque denied yet again, a slight growl making it's way into his voice as his eyes flashed purple.

Red Son wasn't impressed.

"Your pitiful attempts at denial and intimidation have little to no effect on me." He said, "Seriously, just admit that you're in love with Monkey King already. Pretty much everyone else already knows about it."

"...I won't say I'm in love."

"Do not start the random musical numbers again, you already did it far too many times when we were trapped together in that cell, and if I have to bear one more minute of it I will not hesitate to toss you overboard."

-

The tea was bitter.

Very bitter.

Still though, it tasted leagues better than weed killer, which had been a not very well though through experience that Wukong never ever wanted to repeat.

And the tea worked better too, repressing, the flowers better than humming or the previously stated weed killer ever could.

Still though, there was a reason as to why Wukong had never opted to try this method before.

Said reason, of course, being the side effects.

He sighed, staring at how there were now purple flecks within his red eyes. Nothing that his usual glamours couldn't cover, but his magic was dwindling fast. He would have to start cutting a few corners soon if he didn't want to end up completely and utterly powerless, and the glamours concealing his height and eye colour would probably end up having to be the first ones to go.

Other than that though, it was concerning that the eye colour change was happening so soon, not to mention the speed at which it was progressing. A change in eye colour was the most common starting side effect of repressing Hanahaki, after that... things start to tend to become strange and rather unpredictable. The list of side effects caused by repressing Hanahaki was miles long, and was always having new things added to it- the reaction seemed to always depend on the person.

Basically, Wukong had literally no idea of what the side effect would be for him, nor how he could prepare for them.

And, of course, this meant he wouldn't be able to know how to hide them either.

-

When Wukong woke up the next morning and found that his eyes had already turned fully purple, a faint sense of unease settled itself over him like how a morning mist settles in a forest. He supposed he should've expected this to happen quick, he was repressing thousands of years of pining after all, but still, he hadn't been expecting it to progress this fast....

He felt fine though, nothing different than usual. (He did feel a bit weaker, but that had already been happening before the tea. No, that was something else.) For a moment he wondered if his immortality had made him completely immune to any possible side effects, but immediately shot that idea down, as if that had been the case, his eyes wouldn't have changed colour at all.

Wukong exited his room, throwing his usual glamours back on just in case, and made his way to the ship's kitchen as quietly as possible, he'd awoken a bit earlier than usual this morning, and didn't want to accidentally wake any of the others up.

Warming up the kettle and taking the tea tin out of the pocket (he sadly noted that it was almost empty already), he carefully followed the instructions on the side of the tin, not wanting to mess anything up and risk the tea not working.

A few minutes later, and Wukong sat at the kitchen table, spacing out a little as he slowly sipped his Hanahaki Repressing Tea.

He was starting to almost fall asleep in his chair when Pigsy entered the kitchen.

"Morning." Pigsy greeted, looking Wukong up and down with a mix of worry and suspicion. "You're not usually up this early, is something wrong?"

'No, I'm fine, perfectly fine.' Was what Wukong wanted to say.

Instead though, no sound left his mouth at all.

Oh.

Oh shit.

-

It wasn't every day that someone say Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, speechless.

Today, however, seemed to be one of the days where he was.

Pigsy watched as Wukong's mouth clicked shut, panic briefly flashing across his face before being replaced with an easily recognizable nervous smile as the monkey drew his tea cup closer to himself, as though to hide it. Pigsy rolled his eyes, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from Wukong, immediately noticing how the monkey avoided eye contact entirely.

"Experiencing the side effects, huh?" Pigsy asked, "Don't give me that surprised look. Even if Sandy hadn't told me about you taking the tea, you're being rather obvious right now."

Wukong visibly winced at that, sipping his tea again.

"How exactly do you plan to get through the day without being able to talk huh?" Pigsy asked, leaning forwards slightly. "Surely you must have some plan prepared."

Wukong started to shake his head no, to show that he didn't, in fact, have any plan here, but then he paused, looking thoughtful.

A sudden pang ran through Pigsy's mind, and he gripped the sides of his head, looking down at the table as he winced, trying to collect himself, feeling as though he'd been set off balance.

"-an you hear me?" Wukong's voice was faint and echoey, before growing stronger. "Can you hear me? Hello-"

"Yes I can fucking hear you." Pigsy said, looking back up, and proceeding to be almost shocked (but at the same time really not) to find that there were now two Wukong's sitting across from him. The new Wukong was obviously Wukong's golden astral projection form, as it perfectly matched how MK had described it.

Or well, it almost matched perfectly...

"Oh, good." Wukong said, via astral connection, "I wasn't sure this would work, but since it does I can just talk to the others like this-"

"Does this form of yours normally look like.... well, that?" Pigsy asked, interrupting.

"...What?" Wukong took a moment to analyze his astral form.

Unlike MK's description of it being 'Monkey King but in gold, like a shiny pokemon', Wukong currently had three tails, one pink, one red, and one purple. Said colours were also splashed all over his astral body, almost giving him a sunset-like appearance.

"...Huh. That's new." Wukong said, "I guess the side effects go deeper than I thought."

"Is this something we should be more concerned about?" Pigsy asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, no, it's fine. At least, it's far better compared to everything else. Maybe. Probably." Wukong said, the nervous smile on both his real self and his astral self growing slightly bigger.

"...Everything else? Probably?" Pigsy questioned, sitting up straighter with worry.

"...Ah, you weren't meant to hear that part." Wukong said, wincing. "Which I suppose that means it's time for me to go-"

"Hey, wait-" Pigsy started, but didn't manage to get any words out as Wukong abruptly closed the astral connection, before standing up and leaving the room faster than the other could ever hope to follow. Pigsy sighed as he caught the barest glimpse of Wukong's tail going out the door.

That damn monkey was definitely going to need a serious intervention one of these days.

-

"Monkey King this is an intervention." MK said, crossing his arms as he tried to do his best impersonation of one of Tang's infamous glares. He assumed he failed miserably, given Mei's muffled snickering, but Wukong at least shrunk down sheepishly, so he must've been doing something right.

MK sighed as a pang ran through his head, having expected it- before blinking in shock at the astral image that now stood before him.

"Why do I need an intervention? I'm perfectly fine." Wukong said, both his real self and his astral self smiling nervously- and the three other astral copies of him mimicked the motion. One was pink, one was purple, and one was red. They were each surrounded by a faint golden glow, and were each connected to the main golden astral version of Wukong by their tails.

"You- you are definitely not fine!" MK shouted, still having not recovered from the shock, and wasn't given any more time to try and process what he was seeing as the three bonus Wukong's started speaking.

"Shit." The red one hissed, frustration in his voice. "Fuck." (MK blinks, shocked to hear any version of his mentor swear, and immediately decides to smack Wukong on the arm the next time his mentor tries to reprimand him for swearing.)

"At least he's learning how to read people better, now he won't get tricked as easily." The pink one said, sounding almost....proud?

"I won't be able to trick him anymore either- He's catching on. He's starting to catch on now-" The purple one said, panicked. "I need to lie, lie lie lie-"

"Once again, I don't know what you're talking about." The golden, normal Wukong insisted, seemingly ignorant to the existence of the others.

MK had, of course, set up this intervention to talk about how Wukong tended to repress his emotions, (specifically those concerning a certain shadow monkey), but he definitely hadn't been prepared for... whatever all this is.

"Are you fucking seeing this?" He asked Mei.

"I'm not seeing shit." Mei said, wrapping her arm around MK's shoulder and lightly knocking their heads together, as though doing so would transfer the images that MK was seeing into her own brain.

"Language." All four astral Wukong's said, in perfect unison, and MK reached over and smacked the real Wukong on the arm for his hypocrisy.

The hastily put together intervention steadily went downhill from that point forwards, Mei complaining about not having been let in to the Astral Connection, and Wukong closing said connection the instant that MK had revealed the existence of the astral copies to him. The Monkey King had left the room rather swiftly after that, and MK sighed, for what seemed to be the millionth time since he'd found out about his mentor's Hanahaki.

He would have to do a much better, and much more well put together intervention next time.

-

Wukong ended up running out of tea the next day.

On the one hand, this was a good thing, as it meant he would only have to wait a day or so for the side effects to finally wear off, and he could go back to actually speaking again.

But on the other hand, this meant that he'd be back to coughing up flowers again, much, much sooner than he would like.

Wukong sighed, leaning against the railing of the ship, watching the sunset. He could probably jump off the ship and find the materials needed to make the tea himself, but without his cloud sail, it would certainly cost him precious time.

Time that he currently absolutely could not waste.

So he resigned himself to what would have to happen, and tried to mentally prepare himself for the flowers that would return within the next twenty four hours.

.....For some reason, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched....

-

In his many years of having known Wukong, Macaque had never seen him be quiet.

But he sure was quiet now, leaning against the ship railing, peacefully watching the sun as it dipped below the horizon.

(The fading colours of the sun reflected perfectly off of Wukong's fur, covering the other in golds, red, purples, and pinks, and overall making him look really pre-

No, nope, Macaque absolutely could not think about that right now, if he started coughing up flowers here and now it was sure to be noticed, and he absolutely couldn't have that happen.)

Macaque really wanted to consider the silence a blessing, finally, a break from the seemingly endless amount of chitter-chatter-

But instead, he couldn't help but feel worried.

Sliding back down to hide behind the crate he'd been sitting on before Wukong had come out onto the deck twenty minutes ago, Macaque lightly chewed on the edge of his scarf, thinking.

Option one: he waltzes over there, throws on a Perfect Smile, and asks Wukong what's wrong. Maybe he could even throw in a jab or two, or say it sarcastically in order to hide his very real concern.

Option two: he sneaks past Wukong, reenters the ship, and hides out inside of his room until he feels confident enough that these stupid emotions have passed.

Macaque was just deciding on option two- when the shadows surrounding him shifted.

Glancing up, he found that Wukong was now holding the crate the shadow monkey had been hiding behind over his head, and was staring down at him, unimpressed.

"...Hi?" Macaque said, letting the edge of his scarf fall out of his mouth and glamouring away any sign that he'd been chewing on it in the first place. "Um. Fancy meeting you here?"

If possible, Wukong's unimpressed look deepened.

"I was- I was here first, I'll have you know." Macaque said, hurriedly standing up, brushing non-existent dirt off of his clothes. "I don't really appreciate you encroaching on my personal space."

Wukong's expression did not waver, but he did set the crate down to the side, so at least Macaque no longer had to worry about having it be thrown at him. Still though, Wukong continued to stare, so maybe he wasn't out of the woods yet.

"So uh, what's with the whole silent act, huh?" Macaque asked, trying his best to be nonchalant about it. He hoped the response would be something meaningless, like a silly little bet or something along those lines.

He didn't expect to receive no verbal response at all, with Wukong's expression shifting away from unimpressed to something Macaque immediately identified as nervous.

Which....probably meant that this really was something to be concerned about.

Which probably also meant that asking any more about it would eventually result in some kind of long, emotional talk, which absolutely was not Macaque's forte.

...Well, he'd been planning to go with option number two from the beginning, so-

"Welp, this was a nice talk." Macaque said, "But, unfortunately, I have some other stuff that need to be tended to so.... bye!"

And with that, Macaque awkwardly flashed a peace sign, before falling down into the shadows, reappearing within the comforts of his own room. Deciding that he'd definitely had enough for one day, he crawled into his bed, pulling the covers over his head and trying his best to banish any thoughts of Wukong from his mind as he fell asleep.

-

He'd tried to sleep.

Really, he'd tried.

But after his third petal coughing fit of the night (courtesy of his brain refusing to forget how beautiful Wukong looked in the light of the sunset), Macaque gave up.

Which was why he was currently sitting on the couch, staring at the shadows on the wall, letting his mind play tricks on himself, making it seem like the darkness was moving.

He startled when he heard the sound of someone walking down the hallway.

Macaque wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been up for, but something told him that it was still far too early for even the early-risers to be up and about.

It was at the exact moment that someone sluggishly entered the room that Macaque remembered his glamours were down, and he tensed, knowing it was far too late and that he was far too tired to throw them on now.

He relaxed ever so slightly once he realized that the one who had entered the room had seen him glamourless multiple times before.

...Still though. What was Wukong doing up so late?

"...Got nightmares? I hope they're all about me." Macaque said, almost instantly cringing at the words coming out of his mouth, wanting to take them back and shove them into whatever sleep deprived corner of his mind they had come from.

Funnily enough though, Wukong didn't react at all, there wasn't even a small twitch of the ear or tilt of the head to even indicate that the other had even heard him.

There was a beat of silence, and Macaque chewed on the edge of his scarf, distracting himself from the awkwardness of it all by focusing on the sounds of the ship at night.

The beeping of the autopilot, the whir of the engines, the quiet sleeping sounds of the others, Wukong's steady, slow heart beat...

His.... slow heart beat...

"Oh" Macaque breathed, his voice partially muffled as he still had part of his scarf in his mouth. "You're sleep walking."

A contradictory mixture of concern and relief flooded through him at this realization. For a moment he just sat there, watching as Wukong continued to sluggishly make his way around the room.

And then Wukong bumped into the edge of the coffee table, and Macaque got up in record time, ready to catch the other if he fell-

Only to pull himself back as Wukong righted himself, still fast asleep. Macaque sighed, sitting back down on the couch. Why had he even been worried? There was literally nothing to worry about here, Wukong was literally invulnerable, he'd be fine. This was fine.

He rescinded that thought when Wukong suddenly turned, slowly but surely making his way towards Macaque. The shadow monkey watched the other's approach warily, stiffening when Wukog clumsily crawled onto the couch beside him.

Macaque stayed as still as possible, practically frozen, and partially hoping Wukong would get back up and sleep walk his way back to his own bed.

That, of course, didn't happen, and Macaque barely bit back a gasp, the edge of his scarf falling from his mouth to rest on his lap, as Wukong's tail found and curled around Macaque's own.

'Okay.' Macaque thought, feeling the flowers surge within his chest, as well as a faint tingling sensation covering most of his body (it had been a while, since he'd had any positive affection). 'Okay. I can handle this.'

And then Wukong leaned against him, his head resting on Macaque's shoulder.

'I can not handle this.'

-

When Wukong woke up in the early morning, the first thing he noticed was that he was not, in fact, in his bedroom.

'Ah. I slept walked again.' He thought, wincing, slowly pushing himself up. '...At least I didn't collapse in the middle of the hallway or inside of MK's room this time...'

The second thing he noticed was fabric sliding off of him, landing in a pool on the floor.

Leaning over and picking it up, he instantly identified it as Macaque's scarf.

He'd. Been sleeping while curled around Macaque's scarf.....

Almost immediately, he started coughing, purple petals falling from his mouth.

'Well. There goes the last effects of the tea.'

(When Macaque opened his door later on in the after noon, he would find his scarf sitting on the floor in front of him, perfectly folded.

He would find a singular purple petal within it upon unfolding it, but immediately dismiss it as being unimportant.)

-

"Why is it a forest, why did the engine need to malfunction and land us in a forest." Macaque complained, laying in the shadow of a tree, staring up into the branches as though the tree would give him an answer.

"Hey, it's better than a mountain." Wukong said, setting down a glass of lemonade beside the other monkey, before turning to hand another one off to Tang. (Pigsy had, for reasons unknown, made Wukong act as his waiter for the day. Nobody was quite sure why, and from the way Wukong glared whenever the subject was brought up, they figured it was best not to ask). "Can you hear how MK and the others are doing though, they've been gone for a while..."

"Why don't you just use your cloud to go check on them?" Macaque groaned, but still did what had been asked of him, tilting his head to the side, listening intently. After a moment, he was able to pin point the trio's voices. As for what they were saying....

Macaque smirked.

"They're fine." He said, "Although, they might be another few minutes before they come back."

When the trio came out of the forest wearing flower crowns, Macaque mentally cheered.

(After somebody with Hanahaki confesses, the flowers need somewhere to go. Usually they simply pop out of the ground around the person who has confessed.

It was a popular tradition to make and wear flower crowns using said flowers if your love was reciprocated.)

"Oh, did Red Son finally confess?" Tang asked, "We've been waiting on that for like. Ever."

"Oh heavens- Was I the only one who didn't know?" MK said, hiding his face in his hands.

"Oh no, I don't think Monkey King here knew either." Sandy said, lightly patting Wukong on the head. Wukong had been adorned with a look of utter shock since the trio had returned, but now he finally broke out of his surprise, and before the trio could even think to move, Wukong had grabbed hold of them, lifting them up a little in an excited hug.

"Oh my gosh- I'm so happy for you!" He said, only putting them down as Red Son started struggling. "We've- we've gotta throw a party- Pigsy can we throw a party-"

Macaque rolled his eyes, blocking out the current party planning, going back to staring at the sky through the tree branches.

"...Macaque."

Macaque looked over to see Red Son standing beside him.

"...Yes?" Macaque asked.

"...I'm braver than you are."

"What the fuck does that mean-"

-

Of course, Wukong had ended up deciding that they couldn't have the party on the ship. For some reason or another, he was utterly convinced that this party had to be big, which, of course, meant that there had to be a large space to hold it in.

...Had the situation been different, he would've brought everyone to Flower Fruit Mountain.

As it was, he found the next best thing.

"How the fuck did you know about my family hide out?" Red Son asked, watched as Wukong knocked three times on the door.

"You forget I was friends with your father, Red Boy." Wukong said, sending Red Son a smirk. "Oh, and watch your language."

The rest of the group stood slightly behind them, some of them prepared to run away if, somehow, this went awry.

Luckily enough, they didn't have to worry. Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan took the fact that Red Son was now dating his former enemies surprisingly well, and were fully willing to let them use the base to hold a party.

Wukong, surprisingly enough, ended up being the one to regret the decision to come here, the realization that maybe he had made a mistake hitting when Demon Bull King grabbed him by the back of his scarf, lifting him into the air. Wukong went slack immediately, knowing that struggling would be futile.

"The rest of you can keep sorting things out." Demon Bull King said, "I would like to have a few.... words with the simian."

And with that he turned, walking out of the room and bringing Wukong with him.

-

Demon Bull King entered a smaller room, reaching and closing the door behind him as he did so. Unceremoniously, he let go of Wukong's scarf and let the monkey drop down to the floor. Wukong let out an 'oof' as he hit the solid concrete.

"Ow." He hissed, glaring up at Demon Bull King. "Ya could have been a little more gentle there, Bull King."

"You can handle it." Demon Bull King said, "Now, onto the real matter of business. You haven't confessed yet, have you."

"What? Oh, is that what this is all about- I mean, I have no idea what you're talking about." Wukong said, laughing nervously. Demon Bull King stared down at him, unimpressed.

"So I'm right, you really still haven't confessed." Demon Bull King sighed, "Really, I expected better from you. Oh well, I suppose it is a good thing that my son is braver than you, not that that's very hard."

"Ouch." Wukong said, slightly jokingly. "You...really aren't pulling back your punches today huh."

"You trapped me under a mountain. I can be permitted to throw a few heavy hits." Demon Bull King said, "As it is though, if you do not confess sooner rather than later, you may miss your chance."

"Huh?"

"Do not make me out to be a fool, Sun Wukong. I can see the way your body grows weaker." Demon Bull King stared pointedly at a scrape Wukong had gotten on his hand when he'd been dropped onto the floor. Wukong, following the other's gaze, hid it behind his back. "You can't hide it from me. A month ago that fall would've been nothing to you. The Lady Bone Demon has affected you more than you're letting on."

"...So what if she has?" Wukong asked, "It's fine, it doesn't really mean anything, my powers will come back to their full strength sooner or later, you know."

"When I carried you, you weighed a little heavier than you used to."

"Hey now, don't go making comments about my weight!" Wukong said, letting the glamour on his eyes drop so that he could give Demon Bull King the red-eyed glare. "Seriously, I don't know what you think you've figured out, but just, drop it, okay?"

"...If that is what you wish." Demon Bull King sighed, opening the door and standing slightly to the side in order to let Wukong through first. "Promise me one thing though, for the sake of our old friendship."

"...Of course."

"Please confess before the time runs out."

"I'll... I'll try."

-

The party had been great.

In fact, the party had been spectacular.

Which was why, of course, that merely a week after the party, their luck seemingly ran out.

One of the Lady Bone Demon's 'followers' attacked the group during a supply run. Somehow, someway, Wukong and Macaque had managed to draw it away from the others, giving the rest of the group ample time to get the ship loaded and get everyone to a safe place.

Now all the two monkeys had to do was find a way for themselves to escape.

Macaque ducked under a wave of magic, glancing over at Wukong, hoping that the other would have some kind of plan.

He could immediately tell from the look on the other's face that he did not, in fact, have any sort of plan.

Macaque kept dodging as he watched Wukong impulsively take the offensive, sliding under a wave of magic, running up and jumping to kick the demon in the face- Only for the demon to catch him by the foot, spinning him around and tossing him. Wukong's back slammed against the mountain they'd ended up fighting beside, and he fell onto one knee for a moment.

And then he slowly stood back up, his fur messed up. He used his sleeve to wipe some blood away from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning red and oh-

Oh, that was kinda hot-

Macaque immediately cursed letting himself get distracted, as the flowers grew in his chest, and he stumbled, wheezing as a few golden petals fell out of his mouth.

A wave of magic hit him from behind, knocking him to the ground and sending him skidding over to where Wukong now stood.

"Shit- are you okay?" Wukong asked, keeping one eye on the demon, who simply watched them in slight amusement, as he helped the shadow monkey back to his feet. Macaque glanced between the demon and Wukong, feeling the flowers in both his throat and his mouth.

Fuck, he wouldn't be able to win this fight if he stayed like this, in this state.

...Which only left him one option.

Taking only the barest of seconds to prepare himself, Macaque grabbed a hold of both side of Wukong's face, ignoring the monkey's confused squeak as he made sure their eyes met.

"I love you." Macaque said, a single petal falling out of his mouth.

"...I love you too?" Wukong said, confusion and shock filling his face.

"Wait, what?" Macaque asked, but was given no time to question it as the demon seemingly had enough of waiting, and threw a whip of magic at them, the two monkeys having to separate from each other and leap to different sides in order to avoid the attack. As the dust from the attack settled, Macaque locked eyes with Wukong again, the Monkey King's face coloured with a blush, looking shocked, and Macaque was sure the expression was reflected on his own face.

"You love me too?!" He asked, sliding to the side, to avoid another attack.

"Yes!" Wukong shouted, backflipping out of the way of a burst of flame.

"Then why did you say it as a question?!" Macaque asked, slowly making his way back over to the other monkey while avoiding the demon's attempts to hit him at the same time.

"I don't know, why did you confess in the middle of a fight!?" Wukong asked, mirroring the other monkey's movements.

"It seemed like the best option!" Macaque said, leaping over top of another magic whip, spinning around and finding himself back to back with Wukong. "I- I didn't really think it through."

"And people say that I'm the impulsive one." Wukong muttered, deflecting a beam of magic away from them with his wrist.

"I heard that." Macaque hissed, turning ever so slightly to glare at him.

"I know." Wukong said- before turning and knocking Macaque to the ground, just in time for a blade to go sailing over top of them. "When did he get a scythe?!"

"How should I know?!" Macaque asked- before his ear twitched, and he grabbed Wukong's shoulders, rolling the both of over to the right, swapping their positions as the ground where they had previously been suddenly broke apart, a spike rising out of it. Both of them stared at it in shock, before glancing back at each other.

"Well, there's one thing that I think we both know." Wukong said, as Macaque stood up, pulling Wukong to his feet along with him. They both turned to glare at the demon. "And it's that we're starting to get real sick of this guy."

"...You know, I hear that there's a solar eclipse coming up." Macaque said, and Wukong immediately smirked.

The demon sent another blast of magic, and, still holding hands, the two of them stepped to the side, Macaque even taking things one step further, twirling Wukong as they dodged the blast, before pulling away, giving the Monkey King a small bow before falling down into the shadows. Wukong, smirk still wide on his face, turned to face the demon with a determined look.

Running forwards, swiftly moving left and right to stay out of the way of the demon's attacks, Wukong got himself right up in the demon's face. Jumping, he flipped backwards, hitting the demon in the chin with his foot as he did so, before landing on his feet slightly further back than he'd been before.

The demon rubbed his chin, eyes blazing with anger, and Wukong laughed.

"C'mon, is this the best you can throw at me?" He taunted, practically dancing out of the way of the spikes that shot out of the ground at him. "Surely you can do better than this!"

The demon growled, not seeing the trap for what it was, summoning his scythe and charging forwards. Wukong stayed where he was, smirk still firm in place on his face.

When the blade was almost close enough for Wukong to taste the tang of the metal, the shadows in front of him shifted.

Macaque shot up from the shadows, with a spear made out of the darkness, easily blocking the demon's attack, his eyes glowing purple as he stepped forwards, shadows still trailing and swirling around his feet as he forced the demon to take a step back.

The demon grit his teeth, so focused in trying to keep Macaque advancing any further- that he failed to notice as Wukong slid beside him, his eyes glowing red as he took power away from his glamours and channeled it into making sure this punch was the last one.

The strike hit, and Macaque stepped back, his fur rustled by the wind as the demon was sent flying past him, slamming into the mountain, hard.

The two monkeys stood there for a moment, panting, staring at the demon's prone form.

A minute passed, and that was all it took for the two of them to confirm that the demon was not going to be getting back up.

A sigh of relief left the two of them, Wukong falling down to sit on the ground, while Macaque slumped, leaning against his spear as the two of them took a moment to finally relax.

Only to jump as a field of yellow chrysanthemums and purple, flowering wisterias appeared around them.

The two of them stared around themselves in shock for a moment, Macaque dispelling his spear as he sank down to the ground beside Wukong. A breeze flew by, knocking loose a few petals, mixing yellow and purple together.

"...You know, I can't decide if these flowers are hilariously late or perfectly on time." Macaque said, and Wukong laughed.

"Say, who do you think has more flowers for them?" He asked, and the both of them took a second to think about it, looking out over the field. Wukong abruptly stood up. "Why don't we make some clones to help and find out?"

Macaque laughed, standing up and summoning his own shadow clones as Wukong blew on a few of his hairs, and they went to work, counting flowers.

...In the end, they ended up giving up after the third recount also ended up in a tie.

-

When the two of them finally returned to the ship, adorn in matching flower crowns, MK took one look at them, a brief expression of shock flickering on his face, before he fell backwards onto the couch, a strangled laugh escaping him.

"Fucking finally!"

#Monkie Kid #shadowpeach #fanfic #my writing #non fatal hanahaki au #this took forever

[tooweirdforyou]

How ASL Bros React To Getting Married To You

A/N : well, I reallyyy want to write a nice long fic but like.. life man. I’m on spring break and have work all week and with my sleep problems 😭 just enjoy this please c:

Summary : what the asl brothers wedding would be like.

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Luffy

“Woah! You look awesome, [Name]!”

So cheery and wholesome.

Zoro is his best man, ( much to Sanji’s dismay )

EVERYONE is there, every single person he’s ever met is there so it’s crowded and you basically had it outside, in Foosha Village, though he wanted it to be on the ship.

All of the girls Luffy’s met is responsible for your appearance, they all helped you on your big day.

Some of the marines were invited, of course.

Luffy’s best mans/groom mans ( idk) ( other than Zoro ) consists of Sabo, Ace, Sanji, Usopp, Franky, Brook, Law, Shanks and Koby.

Your bridesmaids consist of Nami, Robin ( maid of honor ), Perona, Tashigi, Vivi and Makino. ( shirahoshi and others didn’t have too much room to stand by you because of the guests so they just sat in their respective seats.)

Before it officially started, there was a lot of tension so separation in seats were needed. Big Mom’s crew is sitting on the left back, Marines in the front right, Law’s, Kid’s and Shanks and other pirates are put in the right back, and everyone else Luffy knows is in the front right.

Few are still in shock because of the fact that LUFFY is getting married before them.

A lot of yelling and laughter from everyone is around but as soon as the classic music is playing in the background, everyone shuts up and turns to face the back, where you’re walking with Garp.

Old man Garp is the one taking you, and even he is full of tears from the fact that his own grandson is getting married.

“You take care of my dumb ole’ grandson, you hear? If he ever becomes too much of an annoyance, just knock him a few times in the head.”

And when you finally reach him, everyone is quiet and has the proudest smiles on their faces. Their Luffy is all grown up.

His bright, radiating grin is plastered and he is pretty overwhelmed but right now, you’re distracted by his handsome look in his suit.

Of course, he has shorts instead of long dress pants but he still looked handsome regardless.

Vows are said, rings are given and you smile at Luffy as the minister ( Sengoku ) questions your commitment.

“Do you, [ Name LastName ] take this complete fool, Monkey D. Luffy, as your everlasting husband and, future pirate king?”

Chuckles are heard, and you couldn’t suppress a giggle either. “I do.”

“I see. I wish you luck on this journey. Luffy, you may now kiss the bride.”

Claps are heard around as Luffy grins. “About time!” He cheers and pulls you by your hands, quickly smashing your lips together in a kiss.

“Congrats, Luffy!”

“Not bad, Straw Hat.”

“Where’s the beer? Time to party!”

“Alright, Luffy! Woo!”

Music is quick to break out as everyone is celebrating and cheering.

You and Luffy already cut the cake, ( it took you a lot of force to make Luffy not shove his face in the cake and just CUT IT. )

The giant cake made by Sanji and the Big Mom family, was shared for everyone and there was still plenty left.

And it was just a fun time with everyone. You even threw your bouquet(?) behind you already and it seems the next to be wed was Tama!

Clearly some of the women weren’t too happy to see the little grow becoming married before them but it was a nice laugh.

The night goes on and it’s getting late. Guests are leaving after wishing the two of you well and you two head in for your suite that Nami booked as her present.

“It feels normal. I thought this was some big special thing, why is it such a big deal again?” Luffy questions, forgetting what the girls had told him the several nights before about weddings.

You smile gently and set the last wrapped gift to the side with the others, taking a glance at the shimmering ring on your left hand.

“Because,” you spin around and face your husband, reaching over and taking off his straw hat that he kept on.

“It swears our connection and commitment to each other. Why do you think Shanks married Makino, despite their long distance relationship?”

Luffy offers his gentle smile, seemingly more relaxed at the mention of the two of the most important people in his life, out of many.

“Because they love each other?” He guesses calmly, tilting his head and you nod, giggling at his black hair that swayed.

“And I love you.” You whisper, leaning closer and felt Luffy’s arms enveloping you in a tight hug, his face nuzzling into your neck.

“I love you, [Name].”

And he leans back, connecting his lips on yours.

-

Ace

“Oh..wow..”

Oh boy, did the Whitebeard crew go BIG.

I have a feeling that Ace would want something a little normal or smaller perhaps, just inviting his personal friends and family, and maybe a few people he met along the way of his journey.

He’s a friendly, outgoing person but for a personal occasion, it’s best to stick with the people you’re closest to.

But he wasn’t complaining when he saw the large äss party, feast and the important people in his life showing up.

Sabo, Luffy and his crew, Shanks, Makino, all of his brothers, members of his old crew, Garp, he was thrilled to see everyone!

The wedding was held on Whitebeard’s ship, of course. It wasn’t too fancy or grand but still pretty large and the ship was right in the middle of the sea.

Ace is all dressed up handsomely in his suit, with the help of Marco, Vista and Izo. His hair isn’t too messy and just styled neatly.

You were dressed beautifully in your gown/suit, with the help of the nurses, Nami, Robin and Izo.

There was a bit of trouble with seating but naturally, many people stood up anyways and were quite busy throwing confetti and other things at you, even if it was a wedding.

Whitebeard is taking you down the aisle, it’s a little bit difficult but he still did, and you can bet he’s excited to have a daughter/son that will help watch over Ace’s dumbass self.

“Rough him up real good, take good care of my stupid son. And call me Pops!”

When Ace sees you walking down, he’ll admit, he’s teary. He’s actually found love, someone like him.. and he’s about to be married to you, the most amazing, attractive, and sweetest person he’s met.

You look so amazing in your outfit, he’s in tears. He’s so lucky.. Marco has a hand on his shoulder and patting his back. “Congratulations, Ace. You deserve this.”

Wiping his tears with his finger, he nods and exhales, holding the widest, warmest smile he could muster.

He was going to love you and protect you all of his damn life, that’s for sure.

The minister is actually Vista! Ace’s best man is Marco and his groomsmans all include Thatch, Luffy, Jozu, Izo, and Haruta!

“Do you, [Name Lastname] take this young kid as your loyal, lawful and everlasting husband?”

“Really?” Ace pouts at Vista’s joke and chuckles are heard, even yours.

“I do, Vista. I’ll make sure he grows.” You giggle as Ace sighs in exasperation.

“Very well. I now pronounce you husband and wife, Ace, kiss your damn bride already.”

“My pleasure.” Ace grins and he’s quick in pulling your wrist towards him, and spinning you into a dipping motion before connecting your lips together in a kiss.

Whistles and catcalls are heard as loud cheers and applause are made.

“Go Ace!”

“Alright, Fire Fist!”

“Better not lose her, Ace!”

Ace rolls his eyes at the comments from his brothers and pulls you back up with a smile. He’s a little glad he didn’t fall asleep midway because of his narcolepsy.

Party immediately breaks out, Sanji aids Thatch in the kitchen to bring out everything and it’s a long night of dancing, boozing and more.

Ace is just off with the guys, having fun and celebrating while you are off with the women, talking about experiences and such.

And when Ace finally finds you and pulls you two away to his room for some alone time, he pulls you close.

“Well, Mrs. Fire Fist, what do you want to do first?~”

His arms are around your waist as he secures you towards him, a cheeky smile on display on his face.

“Not sure, what did you have in mind?” Playing coy, you shrug and tilt your head, turning away from his face which he pouts and uses his hand to force his back to him.

Pecking your lips, Ace smiles again and leads you to his bed. “I have an idea, if you’re up to it?” He wiggles his brows, making you laugh.

He jumps onto the bed, pulling you with him so you were on top. “Well?”

“Oh! Cuddles, I get it! Sure, I’m tired anyways.”

Ace groans at you, heaving a sigh and he whines. “Come on, [Naaamee]!”

You just giggle and sit up, repositioning yourself on his lap and straddled him. “Fine, fine. You’re lucky it’s our special day today.” You hum.

“Oh? So you don’t want to do this after today is over?” Ace muses, smirking a bit since he knew the answer.

You puff your cheeks out at the thought of not having sex with Ace anymore, but you weren’t going to back down. “..Nope!”

Knowing the truth, Ace chuckles and begins to grind upwards into you.

“Alright, I guess I better make this a special memory to remember.”

-

Sabo

“You look incredible, [Name]..”

The most average, normal one. It’s traditional, smaller than most would be, and it’s for personal guests only.

So close members of the revolutionary army, his brothers, Garp and Makino were the only ones invited. If Luffy wanted, he could bring his crew but that’s it!

It’s traditional, so it was held inside a chapel, of course. It wasn’t anything special, everything was set up already and prepared for a small group so it was great.

Sabo is in a dashing, handsome suit like Ace was, but somehow has a much more charming, princely appearance. He helped himself in the appearance, with smallest help of Inazuma.

Your dress too! Somehow it’s more Royal appearing and your veil resembles a crown in a way. Koala and Iva helped you out in this!

Sabo’s best man is actually Ace! The strongest brotherly bond overpowered the thought of having Kuma, Iva or Luffy as a best man, but fortunately, they didn’t seem to mind, since they were groomsmans anyways. Iva being both bridesmaid and groomsman.

Ace was pretty teary and honored, and felt so excited.

The one who takes you down the aisle is Dragon. He’s a little awkward about it at first but he is quite proud of Sabo, even if he doesn’t openly show it.

“Take good care of him, alright?”

“I will.” You assure, thanking him when you finally reach the point of Sabo’s side.

The whole time, Sabo is staring at you in awe, feeling speechless. How did he manage to get someone as beautiful and wholehearted as you?

He can’t contain his wide grin and excitement, his hands just a hint clammy from the nervousness of possible rejection. But he knew you loved him. Because he loves you.

“Someone looks handsome.” You whisper in a giggle and Sabo chuckles. “Not compared to the beauty you have right now.” He winks.

The minister is actually Kuma, of course. Kuma was the obvious choice. Kuma took the position with gratitude.

“[Name Lastname]. Do you take Chief of Staff Sabo, as your lawful, loyal and everlasting husband?”

“I do.”

“Congratulations. I now pronounce you husband and wife, Sabo, please do the honor of kissing your bride.”

Sabo is the most natural approach, taking a step forward and cupping your cheeks in his hands and pulling you forward, for a kiss.

Cheers and applause are made and heard, and Luffy, being the brother he is, pulls out a loud confetti popper and pulls it, it shooting it out everywhere like fireworks.

“Congratulations, you two!”

“Alright, time to get drinking!”

“Better not let this get in the way of your missions..”

“Luffy, how’d you even get that?!” Sabo widens his eyes and he laughs. “Franky made it for me! He said it’ll be super, for the wedding!”

“Geez..”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips and Sabo finds himself laughing alongside you and the whole place is soon filled with laughter and cheer.

It’s a small family party but it was still pretty chaotic regardless, and Sabo makes sure to take you outside for some fresh air when it becomes nighttime.

“Hey, feeling okay?”

Taking a seat on the bench nearly, Sabo sits beside you and you nod, immediately leaning into his shoulder.

“It’s overwhelming, I guess..” the warm smile that spreads your lips is contagious as he does the same when he sees it. “But,”

You take a look at your ring finger, that held the beautiful silver ring and diamond. “I couldn’t be happier with today. I’m married to the love of my life.”

Sabo smiles gently and closed his eyes, leaning against the backrest and let the moonlight light against his face.

“I am, as well. I couldn’t be any luckier to be married to you now..” taking your hand in his, he intertwines your fingers and brings your hand up to kiss.

He kisses your ring finger specifically and hums.

“Thank you.. for being with me.. I love you, [Name].”

“Of course. Thank you for being with me. I love you, Sabo.”

-

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A/N : well! This was sweet~ I feel bad for Luffy’s part because it’s not the greatest. :/ but I hope you enjoyed! :D

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[muffindaddystyles]

prompt 1 with older brothers best friends!harry 👀

1. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

8. “I said stop staring at me.”

23. “I have a name and it’s not sweetheart.”

Third wheeling could never be fun. Not when you’re basically not even a wheel but an invisible person on a vacation watching couples kiss and yada yada.

“For fuck's sake.” Y/N grumbles changing a side snatching the blanket that got stuck under her and sandwiches her face into a pillow when she hears the steel roof atop her creak furiously accompanied by high pitched obnoxious moans.

Y/N's brother brought her along to their Italy trip, his wife’s bestfriend and his own bestfriend tagged along too leaving only Y/N to grump about their wild sex rendezvous.

She’s sleepless, homesick and probably about to get a stomach bug for living in yacht for four days atleast!

What’s so fun about jiggling in your sleep? None perhaps and the waves crashing at night that threatens you to swallow you down to the pit of ocean --- my pal, nothing is entertaining about it. Atleast for Y/N. She’s more of a hill station going person with her pup Frankenstein that oogles out from his small globe like window, comfy in his lil bag that Y/N moves around on her shoulders everywhere.

When the fracas of whatever’s taking place up doesn’t comes to halt, Y/N had enough, she isn’t very versed in coping with such situations since her dorm-mate is very nice.

So, she’s throwing the lid away to pop her head through the square like space and spreads her elbows up the roof, “Aish.” She immediately covers her eyes upon the sight of his brother and his wife doing it.

Their expressions comically panicked as they embarrassingly scrambles to clutch the flimsy sheets over them.

“Who does it all naked under an open sky?” She squeaks out, feeling her pulse tick and she peeks out towards the darkness from the slight gap of her fingers which are barely helping her avoid the scene that’d haunt her for life.

“Them bunnies and monkeys, ‘n many of our kind, Sweetheart.” She rolls her eyes at the familiarity of deep slow rumble that’s a bit slurred, probably from the Tequila they took with them. The voice never fails to froth bubbles in Y/N's tummy and it always involuntarily makes her nails dig into her palms.

Harry and Tina’s bestfriend went out to roam around Italy, or they told so and Albeit Y/N very well knows their intentions were more to exploring the city she didn’t butt in.

“I’ve a name and it’s not, Sweetheart.” She dismisses him with a grumble and his smirk shines through the shadow aggravating Y/N to an extreme she slips down shutting the door (like lid) at the them.

Harry Styles. Y/N's brother’s bestfriend. He’s everything Y/N loathes about. Bright green eyes, silken features and that dopey pearlish smile that makes everyone fall in love with him in nano-seconds.

To Y/N. He is an incubus. A witch that allures people without even knowing.

He’s a narcissistic asshole and Y/N's bad boy dream, unfortunately.

She hates herself for having a puppy crush on him for years now.

That friggin, Asshole.

He’s with everyone but her. It seems as if he’s getting stung by bees upon the mere closeness between them. A lamb ready to bite her down his stomach if she steps a foot near him.

At the moment when she’s sitting with her knees pressed to her chest, swollen eyes and puffy lips from not getting sleep last night.

She’s really hating that Harry looks so hot from the swim he just took as he dries himself sitting opposite to her. The droplets twinkling on his tanned thick body, his trunks wrinkled and bunched up into his thighs baring the tiger tattoo on front, his hair wet and oh so fucking tug-able – Y/N feels like Rachel from friends thinking all of that.

“Stop staring,” She mutters out loud when he wouldn’t stop licking the saltiness from his pink bottom lip keeping his intense gaze on her.

“What did y'say?” He pretends that we too engulfed in something else.

“I said stop staring at me.” Y/N grits. It’s annoying because it’s making her belly feel funny and loopy.

“The hills behind y'are just s'admirable.” He elevates his shoulders a bit panicked from inside and Y/N forced herself to not to twitch her eye when his chest muscles flexes due to his action.

Bamboozled she takes a glance from her shoulder to where he diverted his sight once she caught him. Her nose scrunched up and chin butted in disgust at the scenery, “That’s literally a heap of dead fishes!”

“Better than starin’ into a dead soul.” His lips down turned into a careless grimace and Y/N gasps out loud pushing the strands of her hair sticking to all of her face because of the breeze gush, “Why would you say that!?”

“’Cos you’re so mauve, that’s why?” He just wants to take a piss out of her. Nobody’s around and he’s finally getting time to talk to her even if it just to sit cross legged on her nerves and sip tea.

He’s actually lying. He thinks she’s more than mauve. She’s all those colours that usually macarons have, all those hues that butterflies wings have and all those tinctures that one find in gems then keep them safe.

She’s the colour he misses in his life.

“And you’re so fucking blue!” She grumbles and that slithered a deep wicked smile on Harry’s lips, “Like this deep ocean yer afraid of?” Her eyes widens at that and she almost lunges on her knees.

How did he know? Ofcourse, he'd. He’s everywhere. In every damn picture of wherever they went for recreation.

“I’m not.” She scoffs, her tone inconvenient and hazy as she shrinks into herself.

“Then take a dip,” She wishes that she could wipe that beautiful stupid smirk off his gorgeous stupidly lame face.

“Kiss my ass.” She spat out throwing a cushion towards him that lands on his lap, “I’d love to.” He barks out a laugh that rings through the waves.

“You’re such a stinky asshole.” She hits him with another that dumps against his chest, “Ow!” He feigns hurt with ridiculous comical expressions and throws the cushion back towards her which she successfully dodges, but, it falls behind her into the water.

“Shit.” She complains ducking around the edge of the yacht and stretches her arm to the plausible extent to grab the floating cushion.

Though when the tips of her toes leaves the seat she was on and she’s bending too much for her own sake Harry’s standing upright, “Hey stop —-" But. It’s too late as with a high pitched squeaky shriek Y/N's rolling first and falling into the water leaving Harry frozen for a second.

Panic chokes her throat and she moves her limbs around everywhere splashing water vigorously. Mouth gasping for oxygen but all that comes is salty water filling her mouth and lungs too, maybe as she sinks deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Y/N!!” He shouts out jumping to save her immediately knowing she doesn’t know how to swim and he’s wrapping his palm around her neck and pulling her from her waist to himself under the water as she watches him with frightened fading eyes.

He comes back to surface quickly and presses her to his chest. She too clings to him for dear life feeling herself drift into a state of unconsciousness and hard to breath while he grabs the deck and lifts her with himself to it.

He doesn’t risk a chance and lays her limp body down and clasps his hands together pushing them against where her heat beats feebly, winces when she spurts out water painfully.

“Baby...fuck.” He pats her soaked pale cheek anxiously when she still remains unresponsive to him, breathing wearily so he does what has to be done.

He grabbed her chin, squished her cheeks making her lips pucker out and wrapped his mouth around hers sucking the water out and spat it out once his mouth was full.

His eyes slip shuts and he slumps with relief when Y/N coughs out loudly into his chest and he brings her into him murmuring assurance into her wet hair.

“You’re okay darling,” His whisper wavers from the trembling of his lips and his fingers divots into her softest of skin when he hugs her tightly, “’M sorry ‘s me fault, Sweets.” He rubs the bridge of his nose to take the sniff of her scent to calm him down and she shakes her head unable to talk, hands bunched up against his tummy.

“You should rest, yeah?” His gaze soft with care and it’s baffling for Y/N that he ever had this side too. Before, she could be on her feet he slipped his strong arms under her and hoists her up and into him without any trouble.

If Y/N wouldn’t be feeling very droopy and breathless she sure would have fought with him, maybe blushed and hid her face into his neck but she’s already knocking out in his arms from the stingy feeling in her eyes that made her super duper sleepy.

..

Clouds. Y/N's merged into them and they cover every inch of Y/N, wait where am I? She feels real nice comforted around with such warm bedding and she sure knows it’s not hers. The blurry sight infront of her is enough to aware her and a perfectly calloused hand comes rubbing her shoulder when she tries to sit up.

“Not heaven, o'summat.” He chuckles airily. His smile small and a tad awkward, he’s changed into another pair of trunks that are yellow and his upper half now sadly is covered from a blue tee.

“How you feelin'?” Y/N let his question fly over her head and stutters out loudly, “Why you being s'nice to me now?” It etches a frown on his face but soon it vanishes into an expression that Y/N couldn’t pick point.

“You’ve always been such a meanie...” She murmurs glumly. White sheets tangling around her torso as she moves infront of him – their knees touching.

“I umm –-...like you, I guess?” He has never been this nervous and jumblish with words.

“You guess?” She asks and scared that he missed up he rushes out to hold her and to make her believe that his feelings are true.

“No, no! I’m sure. I like you very much.” That puts Y/N into silence where she stares the gleaming jewels onto his fingers and ponders over what he said.

Harry Styles. Her first kiss. Her very first candy love crush and her dream of bad boy actually likes her back.

She tries to ignore the party poppers going inside her body and the drums of happiness rolling around her heart.

“But ... Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” She doesn’t meet his eyes smoothing out the crinkles of sheets and her palm halts immediately when Harry hooks his thumb under her chin and raises it gaze lovingly into her eyes with sincerity, “Just ‘cos I stole yer first kiss?”

He laughs out sweetly when she bobs her head vigorously, “C’mon we were just sixteen! I’d have made sure to tell y'to keep it safe fo’ your precious person if I knew back then.” His pupils gleaming with hope and a tinge of eagerness.

The next thing she said with a slight bubbly pout caught Harry off-guard and in awe that how to process what she said with so much liability and vulnerability.

“But you’re my precious person!!”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins with a dimple tutting in and grabs her small cold hands to pull her closer to him.

The sweet name shies Y/N away and Harry thinks she couldn’t be more endearing as he takes her soft looking puffy face in the warm embrace of his hands and bops their noses together.

“Then g’na make sure ‘m your last.” He murmurs feathering his lips to the corner of her mouth that flutters her eyelids like butterflies and she pants out for more with a sweet whine, “Shit. You’re still very candy like since I last kissed ye'.” He giggles stroking his thumb up her cheek and takes a lick of her jutted bottom lip.

“Harry....” She complains tugging his weary shirt, “Yes me baby?” He quips out with those fake surprised eyes he makes with raised brows and puppy gaze.

“Kiss me alre –—,” He's swallowing her words down with the tender smush of his lips against hers in a kiss that’s slow and comforting at first, hearing onto the noises that she creates from tasting him and it deepens into something ardent and red when Harry pulls her over his thighs and guides her arms around his neck.

Their foreheads comes touching. Their hearts in sync and beside eachother. Their tongues loving on eachother.

“Dunno if I could ever stop.” He whispers breaking the knot of spit that connects their mouths with the stroke of his thumb against her shinning lip and pecks that spot twice.

“Then don’t.” Y/N looses her brain cells and only butterflies to whoosh into her skull as she grabs his jaw never letting him go and kisses him harder and rougher this time.

She’s gonna be in oh so much love with this bad boy that’s such a softie for her and she knows that there’s no going back.

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[sashi-ya]

could i have luffy, chocolate modern day 1 or day 5 (i think thats the all i want for christmas is you if it isnt then its the day with all i want for christmas is you hhhh) afab male identifying reader hhhhh if you can

Hi baby!! of course!! Day 5 for you and Luffy! 💖 I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful holiday season!! 💖🎄

Peppermint Monkey D. Luffy x M! Reader (afab) Day 5: NSFW - All I Want For Christmas Is You

tw: nsfw. canon au. M! Reader (afab). Vag. Oral. Usage of DF powers.

wc: 1K

Baking cookies doesn’t feel the same without Luffy around you. He has been gone for quite some time now, and since the holiday season has just started you wait patiently for him to come back home…

“Where in the sea are you, Luffy? I miss you…” you ask yourself while decorating the faces of freshly baked gingerbread men. “It’s already the 23rd of December…”.

You look into your windows. It started snowing a while ago, and the sun is setting behind the huge mountains of your island. You can’t help but sigh when the “All I want for Christmas” song starts playing on the den den mushi radio.

Cause I just want you here tonight Holding on to me so tight What more can I do? Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you. You, baby…

Missing your lovely gum gum sunshine is not easy, everything around turns dark when he isn’t around. He is the light, the sun that keeps you warm during long winters.

And you start singing along to the melody, shouting the lyrics, dancing all around the living room because you remember your baby’s words… “dream, dream big!” and that’s exactly what you are doing, dreaming about him dancing with you.

Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas This is all I'm asking for I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door 🎵

Sudden knocks pull you out of the show you were giving to your cat. “(Name)!!! IS THAT THE SMELL OF COOKIES???!” Luffy’s voice resonates from outside the door. “WHAT?” you widen your eyes, you can’t be dreaming, the knocks on the door can’t be your imagination…

You run to open the door, discovering you were indeed imagining his voice. There’s nobody there, Luffy is not waiting for you at your doorstep. He isn’t there. A single tear runs throw your cheeks, how can someone be so naive and stupid?...

“Luffy..." you sigh.

“What? Mhpf, I lofve thifs cookiefs”

You slowly turn around; you must be losing your mind at this point. But there he is, the gum gum boy, sitting over your breakfast nook stuffing his mouth out of cookies with crumbles all around. “L-Luffy” you mumble once again, how the hell is he inside?.

“Yo! I entered through your back windows” he says, pointing to the open window. “LUFFY WHAT THE HELL?” you shout and run towards him, melting into a beautiful, warm, and needy hug. “(Name)!” he chimes, hugging you back so tightly with stretching arms. You look up at him with puppy eyes, placing your chin over his chest and trembling lips. “Y-you came back”. “Uhum, I promised you I’ll come back for Christmas. Here I am. Don’t cry, you know how much I hate crybabies” he says, brushing your hair back with his fingers. You sniffle and stop your tears; he is right, there’s absolutely no reason to cry. He is here, hugging you right now.

“Come here, boy” Luffy tells you, lifting you up and sitting you next to him. You notice he has become more muscular than the last time. Luffy has grown up since his last battle, there is no doubt about it. “I missed you…” he says, coming closer to kiss your lips. “I did too…” you whisper before sealing lips into a desperate kiss that tastes like gingerbread.

“Bed. Bed now” he says, muffled by your pecks. And as he says so, you two jump off the table and run to your bedroom. It has always been like this with Luffy. After so many months without each other’s bodies none of you wants to wait a single minute. You need him as much as he does need you.

And all you wanted for Christmas was him.

A trace of winter clothes gets scattered from the kitchen to your room. His orange coat, that you suspect is Nami’s, is hanging from the doorknob. But the straw-hat safely placed on your head.

You flop into the bed, and Luffy is already over you, fighting against your clothes to let you free from them. “This… shit…” he grunts, struggling with your pajama shirt. “Luffy… let me help y…”. Too late, he has ripped the fabric away. And he does the same with his red shirt.

He bends forward to kiss you again, taking the hat off and placing it carefully over the side table. He kisses and softly bites your skin, tracing a path from your neck to your belly. Luffy is needy, more than ever. “I love your smell” he says, kissing your hip bones. His fingers already traveling inside your boxers.

“Wet” he mumbles, tasting your arousal taking his index to his mouth. And you know exactly what that means. Luffy is so good with the tongue, and he will devour you as he is eating his beloved meat. And of course he does, your sex is the gourmet meal he’s been waiting since the last time he saw you. The banquet is your body, and he is gonna have a party with it.

Your legs rest over Luffy’s shoulders as he indulges in your taste, your eyes get white from the pleasure, and you grab a handful of his black hair. Moaning his name, so happy he is here.

Luffy ads fingers, and smiles looking at your face. Needy for more, so much more. “Luffy?” you whine. “Hum?” he asks, fixing your eyes on yours. “I love you”. “Me too, handsome” and as he says so, Luffy crawls back up, licking your skin from your core to your chest.

“Please” he begs, pumping his dick over your stomach. “Yes… please do it” you moan because you need him inside. The gum gum boy smirks, aligning his member to your entrance, softly pushing himself inside. He rests his body weight over his forearms at each side of your face, as he moves in and out of you. You feel a warming sensation invading your insides and you just know he is using his gear second, because he knows how much you like it. Your toes curl, and his do too. Fingers interlocked; foreheads pressed. Panting and breathing in each other’s mouths. A climax after climax, losing yourselves into pure love and lust, in a so needy release…

“(Name), is there anything you want for Christmas?” Luffy asks, playing with your hair as you rest on his chest.

“You… All I want for Christmas is you” 💖~

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