#monkey king one shot

[imagobin]

🌊 Dragon King x Human!Reader OS 🌊

I bring... food for all the monster lovers like me! This is just a little reader insert one shot cause I had this idea and needed to get it out of my brain. This takes place some months after the movie's events. Reader is Gender Neutral and works as a fisher and diver.

Genre: Fluff ☁️ Word count: 5.2k

Seashells

The first time Ao Guang had laid eyes upon them was when they dove into the sea to gather sea urchins and mussels from the underwater rocks. He’d seen many humans do that before, but none were quite as graceful as they were, their movements were akin to the ones of a sea creature, and they could hold their breath for so long, that the dragon nearly thought they had gills for a moment… until he saw them resurface with their catch of the day held inside a net, slicking their hair back and taking in big breaths of air.

That had somewhat displeased the King, who wasn’t a fan of ‘air breathers’ as he called them. But still, every action of theirs couldn’t help but strangely tug at his heartstrings, in a way nothing had ever done before, not even his own reflection. That troubled him, how could he… a near immortal being, be feeling that way for a mere human? Had the centuries spent in solitude, trying to regain his power softened his hatred for anything capable of surviving on land? No… that certainly wasn’t it- then what? Maybe… loneliness?

He tried to ignore those budding feelings, but he simply couldn’t, not when that person kept coming there to gather seafood, which he didn’t mind, since those little shelled mollusks were too small for him to eat anyways. They’d dive into the water, and then spend some time on the shore cleaning their catch, humming a song with that beautiful voice of theirs, beautiful enough to render Ao Guang innocuous as long as he could hear it.

He’d come to enjoy that daily occurrence, to the point of feeling like his day wasn’t complete if for any reason they didn’t show up. For that reason, he’d been tempted to stealthily follow them back on land, discover where they lived… so he could go and check on them whenever they missed a day, just to make sure it wasn’t because they were sick. But alas, his sensitive skin could never allow him to do that, especially not since he’d lost everything, including his servants, to that dreadful Sun Wukong, the Monkey King… 

He had nobody who could help him, who’d carry him in a bathtub so he could see what laid beyond the water. It had been so long since he’d seen the surface.

For that same reason, he’d never dared to even show himself to the diver, fearing his skin would get damaged by the light and air, and that the horrible sight would’ve scared off the human.

However, one day his hand would be forced.

The diver came back like usual, and the Dragon King observed them from his usual spot, hidden behind rocks… but that day, the human didn’t seem to move as gracefully as usual… he could tell something was wrong… maybe they were fatigued, or maybe they’d suddenly fallen ill. Still, they persevered in their duty, working with their small knife to detach the shells from the rocks and cutting some seaweed… he could tell they looked weak doing so however… really weak. What was going on? 

And then it happened, their legs stopped moving and they clung to the rock, trying to swim upwards, but lacking in energy and limbs to do so, since their legs weren’t responding and one of their arms was busy holding the net. 

Ao Guang panicked. They were going to drown… he couldn’t have that, absolutely not. They’d become the only light in his otherwise dull and repetitive days, he wasn’t going to let them die like that. He saw a few bubbles coming out of their mouth, and that finally prompted him to act. 

In just a second he’d caught up to them, being extremely nimble in his element, he took them and their net, swimming back to shore as fast as he could, and by the way their body had gone limp, he could tell they were barely conscious, which was… disappointing; he wanted them to know HE’d been the one to save them, but that wasn’t the time to think about that.

He resurfaced, placing them on the hot sand. He could already feel his sensitive skin drying as it felt the air and sunrays, but he didn’t care about that now. He had to check on them, knowing that humans could get damaged if they were to breathe in water. Luckily, as he checked on them, the human began to cough on their own, gasping for air and spitting out water, their limbs shaking.

They were alive! But as soon as they’d coughed out all the water, they briefly looked at him and then… they passed out again on the sand.

The Dragon King took that opportunity to dive back into the water, hydrating his skin and going back to watching them from a distance; they seemed to be simply asleep, and he took a sigh of relief. Still… that was his chance, he could’ve done something to make his presence known, to perhaps finally let the diver understand that someone was keeping an eye on them. 

He dove into the depths, searching for something that would’ve definitely let them know someone powerful had helped them, and then he found it, the most beautiful seashell he could find: a Venus comb, with blue and peach streaks, definitely something unusual, which was perfect.

After making sure the diver was still sleeping, he resurfaced and placed the seashell atop their net; he gave one last look at them, and then disappeared again into the water.

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(y/n) woke up an hour later with a throbbing headache and sand all over their body. Their memory was foggy, all they could remember was suddenly feeling weak as soon as they’d entered the water, struggling to move and then… something scaly and smooth picking them up and dragging them to the shore.

“What the hell was that?” they muttered to themselves, brushing off some sand and looking to the side, noticing their net was safe and sound, half in the water so the creatures they’d caught wouldn’t dry in the sun, and on top of all that… a wonderful Venus comb.

Their eyes widened at the sight of that… Who could’ve left that thing there?

They shakily got back up, taking the shell into their hands, feeling it.

Suddenly, a memory flashed before (y/n), and they saw a blue dragon looking at them. Did it… save them?

That thought stuck with them all the way back home. How could THEY, a mere diver, have caught the attention of such a being?

“I’m home!” (y/n) announced, immediately being hugged by their older sister, (s/n), who was worried sick for her sibling.

“You’re late! I-I thought something had happened- I was about to come look for you I-”

(y/n) chuckled “Relax, sister… the sea is always on my side…” they replied with a small chuckle “I think… literally, today” they added, pulling back from the hug and placing the net on a straw mat before looking back at that seashell.

(s/n) widened her eyes at the sight “I’ve never seen such a large Venus comb…”

“I know! I… I had no idea they could get so big…” (y/n) replied, smiling “I think this was a gift from my savior…”

“Your… savior? So something DID happen!” their sister replied, sounding concerned again “I knew you shouldn’t have gone diving today… you’ve been working so hard- and you still insist on doing that almost every day too”

(y/n) looked to the side, really not wanting to tell their sister they’d nearly drowned, they shook their head “That doesn’t matter- I can’t just… Stop doing that, it’s my job…” the diver replied, looking back to their sister, then back at the seashell “I think… it was a dragon…”

(s/n) sighed deeply, knowing her sibling would never listen to her concerns, but soon her interest was caught again when (y/n) mentioned what they thought had saved them “A… dragon you say? But… there’s no other water dragons aside from… Ao Guang- but he tried to destroy us hundreds of years ago, why would he save a human now?”

(y/n) flinched, they knew the legend of Ao Guang very well: he tried to drown the world, envious of the people who could walk on land, but his plans were foiled by Sun Wukong, who defeated him before being trapped in a mountain for being too irresponsible with the powers bestowed to him.

“Well… I don’t know if it could truly be him- but… isn’t it good if it was? That means maybe he doesn’t wish to kill humankind anymore!” (y/n) suggested, wanting to stay positive “He even gifted this to me… so perhaps he’s truly changed…”

(s/n) nodded slowly, she did agree with her sibling, but it seemed a bit too risky to just let that happen without doing anything about it “Ao Guang is still a dangerous being, to leave his kindness unpaid could be dangerous… we should prepare an offering for him”

(y/n) couldn’t agree more, it was still best to be cautious with beings of such power, but what to bring him then? “I don’t think he’d enjoy fruits… and he definitely has enough fish in his territory that he can feed off of… we don’t own any cattle-” they began listing, unable to come up with anything that could even remotely pay back the Dragon King’s favor.

Their sister was thinking intensely about it as well, until she had an idea “You could bake something for him!”

“B-bake?” the diver asked. 

(s/n) smiled “Of course! You’re nearly as talented with baking as you are with fishing, if any pastry can satisfy a divine being that would be yours!” she cheerfully said. “You could make him some Tang Yuan, or some Dou Sha Bao! I’m sure he’d love them”

(y/n) looked a bit to the side, embarrassed by their sister’s kind compliments “But… those are all such simple things, would a dragon really be satisfied with them?”

“Well… it’s still better than nothing, or than something he’s seen time and time again-”

“Right- right… well, I’d better get baking then” the diver replied, chuckling a bit; they had to get everything ready.

---

The following day, (y/n) got back to the beach, but not to fish this time, rather, to carry a large offering of red bean paste buns to the Dragon King. They felt a bit nervous, wondering if he’d even accept that as thanks, but they hoped for the best.

They knelt down on the sand, placing a bamboo boat, containing a decent amount of Bao buns, on it.

(y/n) took a deep breath, and then spoke up.

“Great Ao Guang… I humbly offer you this food, as thanks for saving my life… I know this will never be enough to repay your gesture, but please accept it”

The Dragon King was shocked to see the human come back like that, carrying food offerings. He’d been waiting for them, and had swam closer as soon as he heard them call his name. That was a great surprise, and it nearly made him feel prideful that humans still knew of him, even after being gone from their sight for so long.

He looked at the diver, then back at the offering. Whatever those things were, they looked delicious, he just had to wait for them to leave, so he could try some.

But it was really difficult to hold back, not just because he’d been craving something other than fish… but because he wanted to finally show himself to the human being.

After some moments of hesitation, he finally decided to bite the bullet and emerge, only by a smidge, so that only his horns and part of his snout were visible, because one: he wanted to look mysterious, and two: he was afraid his skin would dry out if he stayed out there for too long.

Still, that was enough to make (y/n) gasp in shock, and kneel down in respect “Great Ao Guang… so it truly was you who saved me yesterday…” they muttered, unsure if they were even allowed to speak.

In the meantime, Ao Guang was having the time of his life, being revered by the human he’d been interested in for so long was feeding his starving ego, and he had to hold back from saying anything, not wanting to ruin a moment that most definitely felt mythical to the human.

“If- if I may be so… bold to ask… why me? There’s… so many people who die at sea, some leagues more important than me, but you chose to save me… why?” (y/n) asked, wanting answers above everything.

The Dragon King wasn’t expecting a question so soon, especially not something that would’ve laid his motives bare like that, but alas… he had to answer, if anything because he wanted to get closer to them.

“You… come to these shores seeking food for your family most days, and then you sit on the sand and sing, cleaning mussels and other shelled creatures. That singing… it pleases me, that is why I saved you” he replied, keeping his tone serious and cool, although inside he was blushing madly from embarrassment, he couldn’t believe he’d just openly admitted he enjoyed the human’s singing.

(y/n) was surprised that he’d saved them for something so… silly, frankly, but then they remembered, the dragon was selfish, and driven by desire, so him caring for (y/n) simply because of their singing made sense. “So… you saved me because I’m… entertaining?”

“Life is boring, when you’re thousands of years old and have nobody to talk to-” he bluntly replied, before realizing how honest and non-mysterious his words sounded, which prompted him to cover his mouth with his hands, in a rather comical way.

The diver widened their eyes, holding back a small giggle, trying to remind themselves they were in front of a powerful dragon and not just some… lonely fish. “Well… if my singing brightens your days so… I’ll keep coming here, Great Ao Guang” they smiled.

The Dragon King felt his heart flutter at those words, but he tried regaining a calm attitude, wanting the human to take him very seriously. “Very well… you’re free to leave now- so that I can… enjoy my offers in peace” he said, accidentally sounding more eager than perhaps necessary. He just hadn’t had anything but fish for the past centuries since his defeat, he was DYING for some novelty.

(y/n) flinched “Oh! Yes, of course… I hope my baking makes you as happy as my singing-” they muttered, turning around to leave the beach. As soon as they’d taken some steps away, they heard the sound of water splashing around, followed by silly, happy giggles.

As it turned out, the King had not, in fact, been able to hold back for long enough, and had started eating his offerings without waiting for (y/n) to leave completely.

That prompted the diver to look back, finding the ‘Great Ao Guang’ floating atop the water like a sea otter, while keeping the boat full of buns on his chest and savoring them with the happiest smile on his face.

At that sight, (y/n) chuckled, they couldn’t help it, he was just too cute not to.

However, the moment the Dragon King noticed them looking, he grew embarrassed. “Uh… you were not supposed to turn around…” he quietly muttered, his cheeks going purple, ashamed of himself for not being able to wait longer, now fearing that the human would’ve thought of him as ridiculous.

But (y/n) wasn’t thinking that at all “S-sorry, sorry… I just… well- I was worried my offering wouldn’t be enough, so- seeing you enjoy it so much is making me really happy… Great Ao Guang…” they replied, smiling.

The King was surprised… the human thought those delicacies wouldn’t be enough? Well, actually they were right… or at least they would’ve been, a couple hundred years ago, when he was still respected as the King of the eastern sea, a simple offer of sweets would’ve been laughable, but now? After he’d lost everything because of that cursed Monkey King? Not at all- that, in fact, was the best thing anyone had done for him in a while, and he didn’t even need to instill absolute fear in their soul to get them to do that?!

“You underestimate yourself… human” he spoke, recomposing himself, as if he hadn’t just been caught lounging in such an unflattering manner. “These are undoubtedly… worthy offerings for a king such as I~” he smirked.

(y/n)’s eyes lit up with joy “T-they are? Oh- oh w-wow… That means the world to me! I’m so flattered!” they replied, a big grin on their face as they tried to stop the blushing on their cheeks; it wasn’t everyday that they’d get complimented by a dragon after all. Then… an idea suddenly came to them; they could take advantage of this… to help their village “I-I could bring more… if you wish”

“You could?!” Ao Guang blurted out, immediately clearing his throat as he noticed how desperate that had come out. “I mean… that would be… uh…” he stammered, struggling to find the right words to convey that he would’ve loved that, without losing his dignity, but nothing came to mind, so he just floated there, awkwardly.

(y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle again “Yeah, I could! There’s just… a small problem-” they began, their tone getting a bit meeker.

“And what would the problem be?” the King asked. Whatever it was, he was certainly capable of doing something about it- honestly, he would’ve done anything to get more attention from the human he’d been looking at for so long.

“Well… droughts have been more frequent as of late… and we don’t have many resources to begin with, our rice fields are especially struggling” the diver explained. “But… I know from the legends that you, Great Ao Guang, used to be able to control the weather- if you gave us rain to water our crops… I’d have enough to make these and many other dishes for you-” 

The Dragon King listened. The human was asking him to do the thing that he’d always dreaded to do… control the weather to make humans happy. But… this time he could also gain from it; he’d gain the human’s trust, he’d FINALLY get to eat something that wasn’t fish, and maybe… something more.

“Ah, so I see you’ve heard of my legends… I am indeed capable of controlling the weather, and if you keep bringing me gifts and singing for me, I’ll bring you and your village rain whenever you’re in need, sounds good, little human?” he asked with a little smirk.

(y/n) couldn’t believe it… their plan had worked flawlessly! Maybe… a bit too much, was there a trick? Would the dragon expect something more every time? Had they just doomed themselves? It didn’t feel like that… but all they could do for now was bow “I thank you from the depths of my soul, Great Ao Guang”

The King’s smirk turned into a sheepish smile as he felt butterflies in his stomach, the feeling of that human revering him felt… beyond good; it took him on a full power trip, he felt like his old glory days would soon be coming back! And sure, he’d lost all his subjects, but this human’s attentions would definitely make up for it.

“What is your name… human?” he asked in a deeper, more confident tone.

“(y-y/n)…” the diver replied, and the dragon looked pleased.

“Very well, (y/n), expect some nice rain tomorrow~”

---

And rain it did. The following day, and then from then onwards at least once or twice a week. It was gentle rain, never windy, so that (y/n) could still come to the shore and look for mollusks, and clean them on the beach, singing. During the sunny days, Ao Guang would watch them from afar, but whenever it rained, he’d be able to come out of the water and enjoy (y/n)’s singing from closer, without having to worry about his skin getting dry.

Meanwhile, in the village, the crops flourished and produced more than they ever did, which meant the diver now also had enough variety of provisions to cook so many different meals for the King, the offerings never felt repetitive, and he always ate everything with great happiness, he was really living the life! And only at the price of some rain at that.

Still… the King had yet to find the courage to ask his human for more; the singing and offerings greatly appeased him, and their occasional chats were simply delightful, but something was still missing: touch. He craved it so deeply now… he wanted to hold (y/n), nuzzle up to them, he wanted to feel their hands on his skin, but there was no way he’d just crawl to them asking for affection, that was way too desperate, and as much as he would’ve loved to just use his position of power to order them to cuddle up, that didn’t feel right either.

He’d waited for the perfect chance: a rainy day, where he could stay out of the water without worrying about his skin. He’d looked at (y/n) as they gathered different kinds of shelled mollusks, something they’d certainly sell at the market, a little quaint human invention made to trade products between people, as the diver themselves had explained to him.

Then, once they were done, he followed them to the shore, sitting on the sand, using his long, scaly tail as a sort of pillow to recline against. His heart was pounding more than usual.

(y/n) sat down as well, beside Ao Guang, and began their usual routine of singing while cleaning up their catch on the beach, so that it’d look perfect and spotless when they sold it. But as of late… their routine position had gradually changed: at first they’d sit several feet away from the dragon, feeling like they’d be disrespecting him if they sat too close, but little by little, they’d began closing the gap, sitting closer and closer every day, until they were sitting within the King’s grasp.

Ao Guang smirked, noticing they’d sat close to him that day too; that was exactly what he was waiting for… he gently reached out with his hand and began to stroke their hair. “Hm… you’ve been sitting quite close by as of late, (y/n)...” he pointed out.

The diver blushed madly, not expecting to feel the King’s hand run through their hair so smoothly “I-I’m so sorry!” they quickly replied, lowering their head. 

He chuckled softly “No need for apologies… I never said I minded it… if anything, I can listen to your singing even better from here…” the Dragon King whispered, his breath feeling surprisingly warm on (y/n)’s neck.

(y/n) flinched, their blushing situation not getting any better when they could feel him so close “I-I… well- I’m glad you enjoy it so much…” they muttered, feeling too flustered to think of anything else.

The dragon smiled “Still, I can’t help but wonder… if you’ve been getting closer on purpose…” he continued, wanting to test the waters.

The diver looked at him in total disbelief, they could tell he was trying to tell them something. In truth, there WAS a reason why they’d found themselves drawn closer and closer to Ao Guang… after all those months of meeting every day, offering things to him, watching him eat with such a happy and giddy expression- their feelings towards the dragon had begun to morph into something they didn’t dare to speak of with anyone. (y/n) cared about him, deeply so, and they struggled to accept that; he wasn’t even human, for crying out loud! Why did he make them feel like that?!

They blushed, unable to come up with an excuse “I simply… enjoy sitting here… next to you…” (y/n) muttered, slowly leaning into the King’s touch.

That motion sent a shiver up Ao Guang’s spine, and he really had to hold himself back from pulling (y/n) into a hug right as he felt their head rub against his palm. 

“What a coincidence then… that I like this too…” he replied, trying to act cool.

(y/n) felt their whole body get warmer at those words, and slowly found the confidence to do something they’d never done before: they stopped cleaning their catch and turned to face the Dragon King, looking straight into his deep, red eyes. And then, (y/n) slowly placed their hand on his, running their fingers on his scales.

Ao Guang felt his cheeks warm up; (y/n)’s touch was so amazingly soft, up until that point, he never realized just HOW affection-starved he was, to the point where feeling that slight touch after centuries of solitude had his heart melt instantly, and he gently began to pull them closer and closer, until (y/n) found themselves leaning against Ao Guang’s body, which felt surprisingly squishy, though they should have figured, given how he was a water dragon.

“A-Ao Guang…?” the diver muttered, a slight gasp escaping their lips as the dragon wrapped his arms around them, the long sleeves of his robes covering (y/n)’s back like a little blanket.

He smiled down at them, “What’s wrong…? Is a King’s embrace so shocking you can’t even get your words out~?” he asked, the smile slowly turning into a little grin.

That smugness however, had sort of the opposite effect on (y/n), instead of further flustering them, they couldn’t help but chuckle “W-well… perhaps” (y/n) replied and gently booped his nose, which was just within reach now.

The Dragon King let out a small yelp, not expecting to get poked like that, but, not wanting to lose the ‘upper hand’, he poked right back, which only got (y/n) to giggle more.

“C-cease your chuckling!” he pouted, feeling like things weren’t really going his way.

“What? Don’t tell me you expected me to never tease back-” (y/n) giggled, looking back up at Ao Guang and finding him blushing purple; it seemed like they’d nearly forgotten the dragon before them was a King, and soon they  relaxed a bit, wrapping their arms around the dragon’s body, nuzzling up to his neck, which was covered in soft, teal fur.

For the second time in his secular life, the Dragon King felt himself tensing up and shivering, but this time, for a completely different reason. That closeness was simply driving him crazy- so much so that he ignored (y/n)’s little remark and let them cuddle up to him.

After a couple of minutes in comfortable silence, (y/n) spoke up again, still not completely certain that what was happening really meant what they thought it did “A-Ao Guang?” they whispered “Have you… wanted this for long?”

The Dragon King somewhat tensed up at that question, not wanting to admit just HOW long he’d been interested in (y/n), still, he couldn’t just stay silent- so he decided to repurpose their question “Hm… I don’t knowww, some time… but what about you?”

“I-” (y/n) blushed slightly, partially hiding their face into the King’s neck fluff “I-I admit… it was a few months into our agreement-”

The King couldn’t help but chuckle, trying to play it off outwardly, while inwardly he… honestly felt relieved his feelings seemed to be reciprocated.

“Ah, but of course, nobody can resist my kingly charms~”

(y/n)’s blush deepened at that silly statement “I-I really couldn’t-” they muttered, running a hand on his chest.

Ao Guang felt another shiver go up his spine and he smiled bashfully, really unable to stop enjoying (y/n)’s touch so much, and he tightened his grip on them, pulling them up; he was feeling more and more confident about this.

(y/n) felt so happy as well, it was absolutely crazy, not only that the Dragon King reciprocated their feelings, but that he did so with absolutely no hesitation. They rubbed their face against his neck and eventually found the courage to place a small, soft kiss on it.

The feeling of (y/n)’s lips against his neck got the king to let out a small squeak and flinch, the warmth from that kiss spreading all across his body as he felt compelled to kiss back- and he did, starting from the human’s neck, and slowly making his way to their beautiful face, closing his eyes while (y/n) clinged to him, pressing their body against him more, kissing back and caressing his fur.

The two slowly began to lose themselves in their feelings, and things could’ve gone on for longer, but suddenly, Ao Guang noticed his snout was starting to itch, and when he opened his eyes he noticed it had stopped raining! 

With a slight gasp, he reluctantly broke the hug and got back up, causing (y/n) to slide off him, looking more confused than ever as the Dragon King hurried back into the water.

Did (y/n) do something wrong? Were things getting too heated? No… that wasn’t it-

It was then that they noticed the King’s skin was looking awfully dry, and they walked into the gentle waves, looking concerned as the dragon frantically splashed water on himself.

“Ao Guang… are you… okay?” (y/n) asked softly, stepping into the water to check on him.

“YES! Yes… everything’s… gorgeous-” he muttered, still looking unnerved.

The diver gently took his scaly hands, looking serious “I saw… your skin… is-is that why you never come out of the water when it’s sunny?” they asked.

The Dragon King looked to the side, feeling beyond embarrassed that now (y/n) knew about his darkest secret. “I know- I know it looks freaky…” he said, averting his eyes.

But (y/n) shook their head “It’s- it’s not freaky! I mean you- you didn’t choose to be born with such sensitive skin it’s… it’s okay! I still love you-”

The sea dragon could hardly believe that they were actually fine with it… for centuries people had made fun of him for his frail skin, and now finally… someone actually wasn’t judging him for it! But then the human uttered something else that caught his attention way more “Wait you- you… love me?”

(y/n) felt their cheeks heating up, they didn’t mean to say that… not yet at least, but seeing Ao Guang look so distressed had just made it impossible for them to hold back! “I-... Y-yes, I do…”

The King looked at them in surprise, his cheeks quickly going purple “D-do you… actually mean it? I mean of COURSE you love me! … y-you do, right?” he said, going back and forth between disbelief and trying to act cocky like he normally did.

“Yes, I really d-do…” (y/n) reassured him, going to hug him again.

Ao Guang chuckled bashfully, picking his precious human up and cuddling them “Well since that’s the case… I do believe I reciprocate those feelings… quite strongly” he said, looking a bit to the side. He couldn’t believe things had gone so smoothly… but he had to expect it, nobody could resist his charm!

Or at least, that’s what he wanted to think… but in truth, he felt extremely grateful for (y/n)… without them, his life would certainly be much duller. Sure, he was no undisputed ruler… but he was finally loved, and for now, that was enough.

The End

#the monkey king #netflix monkey king #monkey king 2023 #dragon king #ao guang #monkey king #one shot #monkey king one shot #reader insert #gender neutral #y/n #dragon king x reader #fluff #this is incredibly silly

[animunerdery]

OPtober2022 days 27-29

As always the prompts are in the alts.

Play along here.

#optober2022 #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #sanji’s flames of passion #diable jambe #the literal wings of the pirate king #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #sanji #zeus one piece #nico robin #tony tony chopper #nami #usopp #goddammit robin... #franky #sogeking #franky’s freaking centaur form #jfc #franky’s freaking crotch shot

[constantvariations]

Thinking about how Sun immediately knows Blake is a faunus despite her actively hiding it but doesn't recognize Ilia as one despite literally being on faunus island

#rwde #aint the monkey king supposed to be able to see the truth in everyone or smth? i remember seeing smth like that in the wiki #it feels like it was just in there so ilia could get pissed off and attack him #its a small thing but theres certain inconsistencies that stand out. esp since sun figuring out blake is like #one of the first things he ever does in the show #but like everything else introduced its shot in the backyard to make room for whatever the fuck is convenient in the moment

[emelinstriker]

Have a SWK snippet

Since the Macaque X Reader got recognized a lot more than i thought, I shall hand y’all another snippet-

This time of the Sun Wukong X Reader angst snippet I’m working on.

I will probably post all 3 one-shots + headcanons once I’m done with this one- Just cuz the Huntsman X Reader idea might take a while KEKW

And yes I’m aware of any typos- I’m literally in the middle of fixing up all dem stuff towards the end lul-

Also have a very tiny Wukong doodle

#sun wukong x reader #lmk x reader #wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #lego monkie kid #sneak peek #ShoeTheTape #okay srsly these one-shots are as long as my average castle's pet chapters from years ago jfc #angst

[titanicdragon]

Don’t Deserve it

Monkey King 2023 One-shot?

Monkey King X Reader

Y/N’s Pov

It had been a few months since I was thrown back in time to help out on the Journey to the West, why I had no bloody clue. Of course the group were untrusting at first but that is to be expect when I literally fell out of the sky. Gods that was terrifying. Yet once I did gain their trust well it was actually kind of fun, minus the demon attacks of course.

The one I got along with the best was Monkey King himself much to the shock of the others. I found him funny and easy to talk to especially when I was homesick. He loved to brag that he got to be my friend first. Stick usually  whacking him upside the head when he did that. LOL.

 Tang Sanzang and I got along most the time expect when he would use the headband for the stupidest of reasons. Like Monkey killing a demon that was about to kill him or listening to Pigsy outright lie about the Monkey just to be fucking petty. He was  fascinated about all the amazing things that would happen in the future. Even when I told him about some of the sadder part that would happen too. So it was nice to have someone to talk to.

The next people I got  on best with would be Ao Li and Sandy. One come on I was literally hanging out with a Dragon! (I would love that! Dragons are so cool) He loved it when I told him all the stories and plays(movies) about Dragons I told him about How to Train your Dragon being his favorite. He also told me; I would be an amazing dragon which made me blush. Monkey glared at Ao Li for the rest of the day; the others and I weren’t sure as to why.

 Sandy was the person I went to when I couldn’t deal with the others BS mostly Pigsy’s. Also him being so chill most the time helped me relax, he helped when I would have panic attacks. Usually when I was getting kidnap to be some random demon’s bride. Which I didn’t understand. I saw myself as avenger looking not someone who would stick out in a crowd. Monkey really didn’t like it when I was the one being kidnapped. I wasn’t helpless either I could hold my own just fine. Not like the other in the group but I was able to defended myself unlike Tang. So when Sandy would hold me to help calm me down, Monkey would just watch me while holding stick tight again none of us expect  Sandy seemed to know why.

Pigsy….. when he first saw  me he flirted. Not a very good first impression. Also the fact how he seemed to love to anger Monkey all the time, he remind me of school bullies who were so insecure about themselves that they had to make others suffer. Yet he only did it with Monkey. Jealous  was probably what he was. Also he seemed to disregard the safety of group either for food or a women he found hot which usually lead us right into a demon’s home. When he wasn’t being an ass the two of us could get along just fine. Also, I might have gave him a little advice on how women actually like to be treated. I chuckled remembering he was shocked when I told him that women just want to be treat equally and not like an object. He was a little better but he had a long when to go.

I wasn’t use to a lot of things and it was hard to live without something. Like running water or actually beds to sleep on but I got use to after a while telling myself I was on a camping trip just with demon attacks.

We reach a village that was living in fear of a demon that lived in the forest. Anyone who went into the forest was never seen again. No one left their homes when the stars were in the sky because that is when the demon would come to the village and kill any unlucky soul that was outside. So Tang being the kind hearted soul that he is and Monkey looking for a fight were more than happy to help.

“Why don’t we just wait here till night fall instead of looking for it. It comes ever night.” Pigsy said

“Because that would risk the lives of the innocent get in the cross hairs of the fight.” I said

“What you think I can’t fight without causing damage. Sunshine” Monkey said

He had giving me a few nicknames over our travels. Sunshine being one, Princess being his favorite usually calling me that after I was kidnapped. Girly whenever he was mad at me which wasn’t a lot which shocked me and the others. Since I wasn’t scared to call him out on his BS or his behavior.  Peaches for some reason (Sorry had to do it). Once he called me Queenie but looked embarrassed and hasn’t called me it since.

“Not you the other demon smartass.” I sassed.

Stick lit up and was humming. How Monkey knew what he was saying I and the others will never know.

“Who’s side are you on anyway!?” he yelled.

Stick lit up again and Monkey was now blushing.

“Shut up!” he hissed.

I giggled softly. Which made him give a small smile but quickly looked away. Truth of the matter was I had a crush on him. He was as I said funny and easy to talk to. Didn’t help that he was cute and the fact he always came to save me. It couldn’t be though first he was immortal I wasn’t, Second the whole different species  I didn’t care but the rest of the world sure would, third he didn’t like me that way and last I was from the future and when the journey was over I probably be set back. Not that I had much to go back to. Parents where gone, no siblings and not that many close friends. Sure I had some and missed them but it wasn’t heartbreaking either. I shook my head out of those thoughts. Besides he deserved someone better than a silly mortal.

We were able to get rid of the demon and as thanks the town threw a fest. I was given a dress to wear since I had none only travel clothes. It was an okay party but I wasn’t having much fun and decided to sneak out. I went to the forest that was now safe. Finding a little clearing. I pulled my phone out of my bag. How the hell I had it I have no idea didn't complain though. I usually kept it off most the time saving the battery life. Yet at that moment I just wanted to hear one good song and dance by myself.

I scrolled through my music till I found the song I wanted. Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I kicked off the uncomfortable shoes.

( play song I don’t own Perfect)

I let the music take me away and just started to dance not knowing that I had an audience. As I moved to the beat I had my arms open when I suddenly something bumped into me. I open my eyes to see it was Monkey. I was blushing like crazy for be caught off guard when he started to dance with me.

“I don’t know where the music is coming from but it fits.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t deserve to have someone as amazing as you in my life. I had done a lot a bad things, some I regret but if it all let up to meeting you I wouldn’t change anything.”

If my face wasn’t already red it probably looked like a tomato now.

“You can’t mean that, I just some silly mortal.”

“Well this silly mortal has shown me more kindness then anyone expect Lin.”

I remembered him talking about her.  I think he miss her though he never admit it.

“That all it takes to win you over?”

“Part of it”

We were still moving to the music.

“What is the rest?”

“Everything….. I love you Y/N”

Then he started to ramble but I toned it out.

“He loves me!”

 I looked away and thought fuck it.

“Well if you don’t deserve it then I guess we are in the same boat.”

“What?”

I shake my head; I can’t believe I love this idiot but he is my idiot. If I have to leave at the end of all of this at least we got to be together for sometime or maybe we figure something out who knows right now I was going to live in the moment.

“I love you too Monkey.”

His eyes go wide.

“Do you mean that?”

“What do you think?”

“Queenie really?”

I snort.

“Yes and Queenie?”

“What I’m King which makes you my queen!”

I don’t know how it was possible but I was blushing even more.

“Seriously”

“Yep” Popping the P.

I roll my eyes.

“You are insufferable you know that.”

“Yet you love me”

“Starting to regret that.”

“Nope can’t take it back!”

I giggle.

“You always going to be like this?”

“Probably”

I snort.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but that a future me problem. We got to the last part of the song where he sings.

“I have faith in what I see. Now I know I met an angel in person and she looks perfect. I don’t deserve this. You look perfect tonight.”

“He right you are an angel and look perfect tonight.”

I smile. He leans in for a kiss. When we are interrupted by Pigsy calling for us.

“MONKEY, Y/N!?”

“Damn that Pig”

I giggle and graph my phone turning it off once again. I put my shoes back on.

“Guess we have to finish another time Monkey.” Kissing him on the cheek.

“We are coming try not to get your tail in a twist!” I yell.

Leaving behind a very fluttered Monkey in my wake.

Maybe we do deserve each other after all.

(Let me know if you like to see Monkey's pov or have more of these two dorks.)

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A Cage of Silence

It was insufferable.

Weight heavier than what he ever felt before kept him in place, kept him from moving even an inch. The feel of rock and chains placed around him squeezed his breath away and the horrible taste of melted copper and iron pelits given to him by the ever annoying and irritatingly smug mountain spirits burned him from the inside. -something that those sick bastard enjoyed far too much-

And Silence. The suffocating silence!

It was almost too much. Too much to handle, like it was trying to put another cage on him. To steal whatever freedom he had left. To put unwanted, illogical, and untrue thoughts into his head! They feel so cruelly true.

It made Wukong realize how much the waterfalls back home gave him a sense of calm. How the chatter and chips of his beloved people gave him a sense of courage. How the smell of fruits and flowers gave him a clear mind. How it all gave him a sense of security, a impenetrable wall that no one could get to.

A wall of an Illusion that kept him from realizing just how much of a monster he was becoming.

A low growl escaped him, scaring any lingering spirits away. He hated it, the silence more than anything. More than the one who put him here in the first the place. It was insufferable, suffocating and- and- and...

It was so utterly lonely....

Why? Why did he feel so lonely? It didn't make sense... Why was he in here the first place?! Why was he the only one trapped here?! The others were just as guilty as he was!... So why?!

He knew

WHY WAS HE THE ONLY ONE PUNISHED?!

He knew exactly why

IT'S UNFAIR

He knew how too

IT'S CRUEL

It's karma

IT'S- IT- IT WAS-

Selfish

It was greed...

Greed and pride that got him in this mess... His ego far to big for his own good... A insatiable hunger- fear... to live. To be stronger... Stronger... For what?! What was he doing this for?!

"You were doing this for yourself!"

Silence... Nothing but the eternal cage of silence.

"Bud- no... I-" Something wet trailed down his cheek, before dropping to the ground. The rocky walls and heavy chains seemed to blur, it almost seemed like they gathering closer to him. To smother him with their cold, unbearably cold and heavy arms.

"Mihou was right..." A sharp pain clenched his heart, it squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, it was painful, lonely and it felt like it was caging his poor little stone heart until-

"I really was doing it for myself...."

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Two celestial monkeys take on the Local McDonald's

Also I wanted to try and draw them with the glamour off in the second pic

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Currently stting at 8600 words for the time travel fic owo i got two more scenes to write, then ill be done! so within the next couple days <3

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Thy Body Under My Command, Chapter 2

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It’s not that there’s a rule. There isn’t, not at all.

There can’t be, because if there was, they would have to discuss it. In detail. How she knelt in front of him and put her mouth on his. How simply kissing him had not been enough-- could never be enough. How he’d touched her, his hands gripping her so hard they left fingerprints on her hips, five to a side, still there when she looks in the mirror, slowly fading even if the memory never will. They would have to describe the way he felt inside her, like a puzzle finding its last, delicious piece, and how her climax had fed into his, leaving them both gasping and spent.

If they were anyone else, this would be fine, merely a mortifying step toward something more. But this hadn’t been two people falling in on each other, crashing together like two orbiting stars giving into their own gravity. No, this had been a Master maintaining their Servant, a mage fulfilling their end of the contract. Fixing him the only way Shirayuki knew how: the manual way. The old one, because her father hadn’t bothered to stick around to teacher her the proper way to do anything.

And they can’t talk about that either. They can’t, because if they did, she would have to agree it could never happen again, and that’s-- that’s the one thing she can’t do.

Not that she wants it to. She’d only approached him because he was injured after all, not because she’d thought of him like-- like that. Like someone who had a real, physical body beneath his battle suit, no matter how many times she’d sat in her cramped little bathroom and stitched his scrapes together. But now she knows that he’s as human as the heroic record can make from memory alone, and she-- she can’t seem to forget.

An issue since it’s his shoulders she she’s seated behind all day, caged in the academy’s gakuran. The color should be unflattering-- no one, Zen always complained, tugging at his collar, is meant to look good in taupe-- but on Obi it’s...fine. She prefers him out of it, but--

Ah, in his regular clothes, she means. Not...anything else. But now that she’s let herself think it, she can’t just unthink it either. It’s there in her head, lodged tight enough that not even the end bell’s chime knocks it loose. He wasn’t fully, um, without that night, but she’d seen his chest fine enough, definition more stark in the moonlight, she-- she really shouldn’t be thinking about that.

At least, not now. Not when he’s right in front of her, uniform stretching taut across his shoulder blades as he scoops up his bag. Not when she can imagine how the seam would just tear, right down the middle, fabric shredding from his back like paper from a present. How he’d just stand there, all that bronze skin on display, and she could-- she’d have to--

Her hands clap to her cheeks, hot beneath her palms. This has to be a side effect, some strange symptom of the mana exchange. It’s not anything compulsive, after all, she’s just...more aware of him. Even more than she was in the dojo, his body an electric presence just at the edge of her vision no matter where she turns. It can’t last forever.

She hurries to keep pace with him-- the last thing she needs is him asking if she’s all right, or what’s keeping her-- but it’s not fast enough to keep him from noticing. He catches her at the stairs, watching her scurry with a grin slanted across his mouth, and oh, it’s so silly how her stomach flips. “Something on your mind, ojou-san?”

It’s his usual lilt, nothing special, and certainly nothing seductive, just...Obi. And yet, a shiver shudders across her skin, settling right between her legs, and it’s inconvenient. Especially when it only makes him lean closer, the scent of his sweat and the vanilla of her shampoo-- the thief-- washing over her. “Are you all right?”

Kiki would know what’s happening. She’s the one who has experience in things like this. Magic things. Because this is a mage problem, not a-- a people one.

Right. That’s what she needs to do. Just go right up Kiki and ask her if all this is just some sort of...mana hangover, and Kiki would tell her--

She grimaces. Ah, maybe she’ll just wait it out instead. Surely in a couple days, everything will simply...fade back to the way it always was.

“Ojou-san?” He stops three steps in front of her-- below her really, and when he bends down-- no, bends in, oh, he is much, much too close.

“I’m f-fine!” she yelps, eyes clenching shut. “Just-- thinking.”

“Is that so?” She hears rather than sees his mouth curl, too pleased. “About me, I hope.”

A squeak slips from her, her hands clapping her mouth far too late. He’s heard, and when she opens her eyes, his grin is there waiting for her. “My my, ojou-san, what could you be thinking of?”

Her hands drop from her mouth, knotting in her skirt. They’re not supposed to talk about it, yet Obi is always doing this. Leaning so close, letting the negative space between his words imply that he remembers, as if somehow she’s forgot. As if she had not been the one to climb on top of him, pushing him to the ground before she forced her mana into him.

“I thought we talked about this already?” she murmurs, staring at the step between them. “You should call me Shirayuki.”

“Ojou-san--”

“Obi.” Her eyes raise to meet his, winking like two gleaming coins in the afternoon’s dying light. “Call me Shirayuki.”

They can’t be the only ones left in the school right now, but it certainly feels like it in this stairwell, the air still and silent around them. It’s so quiet she can hear the way Obi’s breath saws out of him, struck harder than Rider ever could. But it’s not pain he’s feeling; no, what echoes through their bond is something else entirely.

He steps closer, only a single stair between them. Close enough so that she can look straight into his eyes and see how they’ve blow out, black eclipsing gold.

“Shira...” His jaw works, mouth trying to fit around the sound. It’s soft, so utterly soft, and she can’t help but lean in “Shirayu--”

Slow, steady footsteps echo in the stairwell, swallowing up its space until its only them that can be heard, a cacophony of feet in round. Obi reaches for her, but stops short of touching, his arm hovering protectively across her.

Quite suddenly, it stops.

“Well well,” an unwelcome voice drawls into the ringing silence. “Look who’s still standing.”

It’s strange to see Rider out of his battle suit; in the red and gold he is ageless, truly half a god and full of mischievous menace. But standing here in the academy’s uniform, gakuran hanging open over his undershirt, he could be any student in a sea of hundreds. Certainly not the ancient hero who nearly broke Obi in half.

His grin says he knows it. “Looks like Red has more to her than some half-baked bloodline, eh?”

Shirayuki blinks, but that’s all the time Obi needs. One moment he’s beside her, and the next he’s got Rider against the wall, fingers bone white around his throat. “Give me one good reason to kill you.”

“Funny,” Rider gasps, the whites of the eyes giving the lie to his grin. “Usually people ask the other way around.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Obi might smile, but his muscles strain against the stiff fabric of his uniform, all coiled violence. “Ojou-san doesn’t approve of torture, no matter how much some people deserve it. But keep talking, monkey, you might change her mind.”

Rider’s smile thins, and it’s to her he looks next, somehow both impatient and imperious. “Is this any way to have a conversation, Shirayuki-chan?”

Her skin crawls watching him speak her name, but she shakes her head. “You can put him down now.”

Obi tosses her an incredulous look. “Ojou-san--”

With gentle steel, she repeats, “Put him down, Obi. Please.”

There’s no pleasure in her command now, only the sting. With only a grunt to mark his decision, his hand opens, unceremoniously dropping Rider down the wall. It’s only skill that sees Rider on his feet, barely a stumble as he sets his collar to rights.

“See you got the shoulder fixed.” With a calculated leer, he adds, “Too bad a little time on your back didn’t do anything for your personality.”

Obi stiffens, and though she can’t see his face, the skin of his neck flushes a shade darker. Mitsuhide had noticed his arm earlier, and the ease of which he moved, but Shirayuki hadn’t thought it would be so obvious why.

“What is it you want, Mihaya?” Shirayuki asks, stern, hoping that the heat she feels hasn’t shown on her face. By Rider’s grin, her hopes are in vain.

“Now, now, Mage,” he hums, waggling a finger. “That’s not a very friendly way to talk.”

“We’re not friends.” A month ago she would have flinched being so cruel, so final, but right now, staring into Rider’s laughing eyes, it’s simply fact. “So you’ll have to settle for civil.”

He sighs, his whole body sagging with weariness. “Oh fine, be that way. You’re both so boring.”

One hand reaches into his pocket-- Obi starts, muscles coiled to pounce, and Rider clucks, “Heel, Assassin. It’s just paper.”

He hands it over, head slightly inclined, almost formal. “My master would like you to have this.”

To call it paper is an understatement. It’s thick card stock, like the kind she’s only seen for weddings, artfully frayed on the side to appear to be made by hand rather than machine. At the top is the Shenezard crest, embossed and in full, painstaking color, and beneath it, a wax seal.

“An invitation?” she murmurs, the wax crumbling away as she pulls it open. “To his home?”

“Ancestral home.” Rider smiles, not kindly. “Don’t be late, Red.”

They’ve been allies for a month now, maybe more, but still, Zen still looks out of place at her table. He’s stiff on his cushion, face pinched, too unused to kneeling and too proper to fold into crossed legs the way Obi does, scooping rice into his mouth like there isn’t a table at all. His fingers are parchment pale, drumming out a relentless beat against the wood.

It’s Kiki she expects silence from, Kiki who thinks first before speaking, but Zen, Zen-- he’s quiet. Too quiet. And when he speaks, only his brother comes out. “You can’t possibly be thinking of going.”

It’s one thing for high-handedness to come from Izana; he’s circulated through both boardrooms and mage circles too long to know how to do anything but condescend. But Zen-- Zen should know better.

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” She forces her voice to be light, inquisitive, but by the way Obi coughs into his dinner, she doesn’t quite mask the belligerence either.

Zen’s eyes bulge, incredulous. “You have to be kidding me. This is his ancestral home, Shirayuki. His place of power. Rider already beat Obi bad enough to break his circuitry on neutral ground, let alone some place his family’s been storing mana for decades.”

In the kitchen, Shirayuki pauses, her cloth stilling on the counter. “I thought he was from Germany.”

“German on his mother’s side.” Kiki sips at her tea with the sort of ease that says she could kneel all day, if it was required of her. She still looks out of place too, like a porcelain doll on a Hinamatsuri display. “Persian on his father’s.”

“Still,” she presses. “This is the first time he’s ever even been here. His father was only here for the last Grail War. He can’t possibly have an ancestral home here, can he?”

Kiki shrugs, an elegant lift of her shoulders that doesn’t disturb a drop in her cup. “By that logic, neither can Zen and I.”

“It’s not the same,” she insists. “You both live here, you grew up here, Raj--”

“It doesn’t matter.” Kiki settles her cup on the table, hands falling to her lap, the very picture of a demure young woman. “In the past two hundred years, this town has played host to four grail wars, not including this own. All the major houses are interested in keeping a presence here-- no one wants to be caught without a place of power during the ritual. Or a seat at the table.”

Shirayuki frowns at the stove, scrubbing a little harder at a stubborn spot. There’s something wrong with this, with how this town has been carved up between these families for centuries, all in the name of claiming the grail. Every fifty years, like clockwork, they all descend upon it, leaving only destruction in their wake. 

And it’s been her family that has seen to cleaning it up. A weight she’s felt heaped on her shoulders with each park Archer leaves holes in, and every street Berserker rips up. This will be her mess to clean, the last mage of her line, and she’s-- she’s not even a real one.

That’s too big a thought to say, at least into a room of people who believe in this cycle whole-heartedly. And who think she believes in it as well, just because of who her father is. They will finish this war, finish their year, and go back to make marriages among the mage families in the West, trying to keep their bloodlines pure and crests intact. And it’ll be their children who return, to repeat this all again.

Unless someone stops it.

“It’s a trap.”

Shirayuki startles, heart racing in her chest, but Zen doesn’t notice, not when he’s too busy picking at his curry, telling her, “You can’t possibly think you can walk in there while Obi’s circuits are damaged and make it back out too.”

“Oh, well, that won’t be a problem, Master,” Obi hums, mouth already bent toward mischief. “My mage already fixed me all up.”

Zen’s jaw drops. “Really? How did she do that? I thought you couldn’t...ah...”

His skin is so porcelain pale that when he flushes, there’s no way of hiding it. Every inch of skin above his collar goes a bright, painful red, and Shirayuki knows hers must look the same, since the temperature in this kitchen has gone up a full two degrees.

It was one thing for Kiki to know-- she told her how to heal him, quite enthusiastically, liberally sprinkled with insinuations as to the best ways for it to be done-- but for Zen, Zen who had been so determined to keep it from her--

“The hard way,” Obi tells him, delighted. “Or in my opinion, the easy way. Though I suppose I was--”

“The old way,” Kiki corrects mildly, even though a smile haunts the corners of her eyes. “Though I have to admit, it’s certainly more...edifying.”

Zen gags, a terrible sound. “Not you too!”

“In any case.” The words are far too loud for this room, but Shirayuki pretends not to notice, bustling in with a new pot of tea. “Mihaya surprised Obi the last time. That won’t happen again, not when we know we’re going to meet Raj.”

“And besides,” Kiki drawls, letting her refill her cup. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind repairing him again if Rider manages to get the drop on him.”

“Kiki--”

“I think it’s worth hearing him out,” Shirayuki says, settling down on her cushion, hoping that if she ignores her flushed cheeks, everyone else will. By Obi’s self-satisfied expression, it’s a hope too far. “There’s so much we don’t know. Lancer’s master, for one, even if he’s been helpful. Or how someone’s managed to summon another Assassin, let alone where Caster is--”

“Shirayuki.” Zen’s hand catches hers, his grip gentle but unyielding. His gaze is the same when she meets it, filled with the certainty of someone used to having his words heard, if not obeyed. He would have been a natural Master, if she hadn’t tripped into his spot. “This is serious. Promise me you aren’t going to go there. Not without thinking it through.”

Her breath catches, but she squeezes back, smiling as she says. “Don’t worry, Zen. I promise.”

The speaker at the gate fizzles, emitting a loud whine that’s as shrill as a scream, echoing down the empty street. Shirayuki doesn’t have enough experience with conspicuous wealth to know if that’s a feature of these things, or if the sheets of rain have done the thing in. “Name and purpose?”

“S-shirayuki.” The rain makes a waterfall of the edge of her umbrella, splattering her shoes. She shuffles back, hoping they still hear as she calls out, “I was, er, invited.”

There’s a short silence, a pause that has her glancing back at Obi, knees shivering beneath her skirt. He’s not looking at her, not at first; instead his eyes are narrowed at the box, a grimace stretched tight over his teeth. One hand holds the umbrella steady, the way it has the whole walk here, but the other drops, falling from where he’d had it clapped over his ear.

Servants could come from any era-- Kiki had told her that, after she’d asked if Obi was supposed to be from Camelot too, just like Mitsuhide-- but moments like this make her wonder which one is his. A malfunctioning speaker is ordinary to her, but to him it could be as fantastical as a failed spell--

Ah, well, at least, as fantastical as it would have been a few months ago. Before she learned about magical cabals and grail wars and young men in spandex suits who called her master.

The speaker fuzzes in again, demanding her attention.

“Just a moment,” it says, as if they haven’t already been left waiting, but it’s only a blink before the gate buzzes, slowing dragging open before them.

“Well,” she huffs, pulling her coat tighter around her shoulders. “I guess that means we can come in.”

Her shoe scuffs over the property line, and she feels it, that weird elastic sensation of walking through a barrier. By Obi’s hiss, he feels it too.

“Ojou-san,” he lilts tightly. “I thought you promised not to come here.”

“I said I wouldn’t go without thinking it through,” she informs him, watching him slow his pace to match hers. “And I did. This is the right decision.”

I think, she doesn’t say.

A long breath hisses out from between his teeth, like he heard it anyway. “I sure hope you’re right, ojou-san. Much as I’d like to show that monkey what I think of him...”

His mouth twist, wry, as his hand sweeps out from underneath their umbrella, collecting a cupful of rain before letting it splash to the ground. “I’d rather better weather for it.”

“Ah...I suppose it might be better if he didn’t already have clouds to choose from.” Though the last time they’d fought, it hadn’t seemed like proximity mattered much to that particular power. Shirayuki had a sneaking suspicious that it wasn’t so much cloud calling as cloud creating. “At least Raj seems to be keeping him close. If he was out here, I’m sure he’d have approached us by now.”

Taunted them through the gate, really, but that’s the sort of observation that’s liable to set Obi off before they make it through the doors. Rider’s hardly the first Servant to give Obi a run for his money in a direct battle-- if Kiki hadn’t called off Mitsuhide that first night, they’d both be sitting out this grail war in a far more permanent manner than Shirayuki’s comfortable with-- but Mihaya’s certainly the least gracious about it.

“No,” Obi grunts, eyes squinting into the trees above the path. “He’s here. He’s just keeping his distance.”

“Huh.” The sound escapes her before she can stifle it. “Maybe Raj really does want to talk.”

Obi’s bone white grin flashes in the dark as they step up to the front door. “He at least wants to hear the sound of his own voice, that’s for sure.”

“Obi--”

The door opens, and a wear man looks out. “Welcome,” he intones in the same deadpan cadence as voice through the speaker. “The young master is expecting you. Shall I take your coats?”

Despite Obi’s assertion out on the drive, when the man opens the door to the parlor, Rider stands at Raj’s shoulder, smug and dry as a match.

“Shirayuki!” Raj coos, gesturing to the cushion catty corner to his chair. “Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable. You are a guest here, after all.”

With marked reluctance, Shirayuki takes his offer, though she settles herself dead center on the sofa. Obi takes up his spot right behind her, and she doesn’t need to look to know he’s glaring at Rider where he stands.

“I see we’re feeling friendly this evening.” Raj smiles, as if her disobedience is amusing rather than insulting. “Shall I have Sakaki fetch some tea? You look positively drenched.”

“That won’t be--” Raj snaps, loud as a shot in the cavernous parlor-- enough to make her flinch-- “necessary.”

“Of course it is,” he says, waving the beleaguered man over from the door. “It’s what’s civilized. I’d have to be a monster to leave you there shivering. Now, Sakaki, if you would--”

Shirayuki likes to think of herself as level-headed; a rational thinker rather than a reactionary one. But Raj has a gift of making all her calm dry up like a well in summer. “You didn’t call us here just to have tea.”

He blinks, like somehow she is the one being ridiculous. “No, of course not. You’re looking thin too. Have you been sleeping well?”

Another snap, even though the man is right beside him, looking wearier by the second. “Sakaki, bring some cakes as well would you. Best to put some meat on those bones, especially if you mean to keep on with this whole--”

“I’m not here for cakes, Raj.” It’s only Obi’s hand, a gentle reminder on her shoulder, that keeps her in her seat. “You can’t possibly have asked us all the way out here to simply serve us tea.”

“Well, of course not. It’s hardly the right time for a proper tea,” he huffs, put-upon. “I was simply being polite, Shirayuki. But if you are going to insist on being all business and no pleasure...”

He settles back in his chair, the shadows falling over his face that in a way that is far more familiar to her than any of his harmless smiles. This is the boy who stood at the top of the stairwell and called her ‘mage.’ The very same one who sent his servant to chase her down in the forest. He can put as pretty a mask on as he likes, but it’s this boy who is Raj Shenezard, not the one who snaps his fingers for tea and cakes.

His fingers knit across his lap, every inch of him exuding a power that reminds her of Izana. And Kiki too, now that she thinks about it. The confidence that comes with wielding a century’s worth of mana at wave of a hand. Or perhaps the snap of a finger. “I wanted to talk to you about an alliance.”

Her eyebrows make a bid for her hairline. “You do?”

His head tilts, dangerous. “It’s not unheard of.”

“Well, I know that,” she blurts out. “But you said you didn’t believe in them!”

“If I recall correctly, ojou-san--” which with his perfect memory, Obi almost certainly did-- “he said, only a weak mage admits that he needs help from his betters.’“

Red floods Raj’s cheeks, his brows drawing like a storm over his nose. “Yes, well, the game has changed, hasn’t it? I would have to be a fool not let my strategy change with it.”

Her breath hisses through her teeth. “You mean Caster.”

Or rather, the mystery of Caster. According to the rules-- at least, as Haruka taught them-- their roles should be cast. There’s no room for another Servant, not with two Assassins on the board. And yet there’s no other explanation for the deaths in this city, no other reason for so many seats sit empty in homeroom.

“So you mean to say...” Shirayuki bites her lip, steeling herself. “You want to help us?”

Raj laughs, long and loud and grating to her ears. “You mean Kiki Seiran and Wisteria’s cast offs? Never.”

“Then--?”

“I want you to quit rubbing your shoulders with the losing team.” His smile unfurls just as his hand does, reaching out to her with a confidence only a crest can buy. “Work with me, Shirayuki. I have more resources than the both of them combined, and a Servant who knows how to get the job done, no matter how dirty the work.”

“Right,” Obi says, poorly hiding a snicker behind his hand. “You may have all your toys, but they actually use them.”

Raj finally looks at him, glowering. “Need I remind you who left you in pieces on the forest floor?”

“Yeah, Saber did it too.” Obi shrugs, an insolent grin sitting on his face. “You’re not special.”

“And Berserker.” Raj drops his gaze to her, both annoyance and desperation gleaming in equal measure. “Remember who took out Berserker.”

It’s hard to forget. That big shadow falling to its knees, crumbling away into the ether, and the small boy behind him, eyes so blue they glow in the moonlight.

“Even if we were trying to to remove mages from the game,” she manages, even, “that’s only one.”

“One more than you’ve managed.”

Her mouth purses, holding back a hundred replies. “Obi removed the other Assassin,” she informs him. “And that one stayed dead.”

Raj stares down at his hand, curling it into a fist. “Shirayuki,” he says, so calmly. “I hate to be vulgar, but fuck you.”

The air in the room goes sour, the chance of this alliance curdling before it can truly be served, but--

But a large crack resounds through the room, as all-encompassing as thunder rolling overhead. No, as if lightning had struck, and the whole manor rung with the sound.

That a tea cup has shattered hardly registers until Raj asks, “W-what was that?”

Rider’s eyes glitter, his whole body coiled for confrontation. “Someone’s testing the barrier.”

“What? How is that possible?” Raj glances at the door, as if the intruder might announce themselves formally first. “That ward has been maintained for decades, someone can’t just....”

His gaze slips, falling to where Shirayuki sits. All at once his worry vanishes, as if it never existed at all. “I mean, not that there is anything to worry over. The barrier will hold. Rider will see to it.”

He nods, and Rider looses like a dog from its leash, eager as he bounds out a window. The rain falls in sheets outside, deafening in the quiet, only muffled back to a reasonable volume when Rider slams the sash shut.

“Well,” Raj continues, as if they were still having a cordial bit of tea. “You may not be interested in my plans for an alliance, but I propose a truce. Just for tonight, you understand.”

Shirayuki blinks, mind churning through his words. “You mean...you want us to stay here? In your house.”

He shrugs, but it’s not as casual, as smooth as it should be. “It’s not as if you can go elsewhere. That Servant will never take down out defenses, but that won’t stop it from attacking you the moment you leave the property.”

Obi scoffs. “I think I can handle a single--”

“All right.” Raj has a point, as little as she likes it. “Just for the night.”

Obi blinks down at her, betrayed. “Ojou-san?”

“I’ll have Sakaki show you to your rooms.” He snaps, a satisfied smile settling on his face. “I trust they’ll be to your standards.”

Shirayuki rarely finds it a trial to be kind, but today it’s an effort verging on Herculean to keep the scowl from her face. “I’m sure we’ll be just fine. You’ll let us know if Rider need help, won’t you?”

Raj smile, cold. “I’m sure he won’t. But...of course. Anything to make you feel more...at home.”

#obiyukibingo22 #obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #fate/stay night au #ans #yeah okay i said i was only going to do a one shot and i meant it #but bingo always has its own plans #so here's plot i guess!!!! #i don't say it here but my thought is that mihaya's true 'identity' as a servant is Sun Wukong #aka the monkey king #just because i feel like him playing a once-hero-now-asshole character is the perfect fit #and what would give obi a better run for his money really #and mihaya being the actual monkey king

[thevoidstaredback]

Okay, so maybe giving his calling card to a kid was a bad idea. He sees that now. Unfortunately, it's too late to take it back. On the bright side, the kid wasn't going to be able to figure out who he is yet based solely on a summoning circle. In the pitch black void of things, Danny can sense the card and the person who's holding it.

Maybe if he leaves Fawcett fast enough he can keep plausible deniability because there's no way that the tiny homeless kid he just met is Captain Marvel. Nope, no way. Not his circus, not his monkeys. He's leaving now.

"What happened to you?" Deadman had an insufferable grin on his face. Did he have the House drop him in Gotham? Danny wouldn't put it past him.

"Don't wanna talk about it."

"Where ya going?"

"To the basement."

"Why?"

Was the other ghost always this annoying? "Because leaving was a terrible idea. I'm going to go hide in the basement until the day I fully die."

"Aw," Deadman tried to pout, but he failed and started to cackle. "Don't be like that. Did you not enjoy your trip to Gotham?"

Danny was a lot of things. Violent usually didn't make it onto that list. However, he was willing to make an assumption. "So it was your fault."

Another cackle. "Don't be like that! You've never been to Gotham before. You can't tell me you at least didn't have fun."

They were at the basement stairs now. "For your information, I have been to Gotham. I didn't get to do much exploring this time because Batman and his gaggle of sidekicks surrounded me!"

"You've been to Gotham?"

"Not important."

"Oh?" The glee on the full ghost's face made Danny uneasy. "I sense a story behind that."

Oh, no. "No. I'm not telling you." He marched past and down the stairs, not bothering to unlock or open the door.

"Please!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I said 'no'."

"Party pooper." he huffed. "You know I'm just going to keep asking, right?"

A sigh. "I'm not gonna cave. No."

"Ah, but you will!" That was the confidence of a ghost who knew he was right. Danny did not like how that bodes for him. "You, my friend, are a younger sibling. I am also a younger sibling."

Shit. "That....That means nothing. My answer will stay 'no'."

Deadman had the gall to chuckle darkly. "We'll see." Then, he disappeared.

Danny didn't sigh because he doesn't need to breathe. He was not going to tell what happened because what happens in Gotham stays in Gotham. It's a rule of thumb that people don't cross. Besides, Deadman doesn't know that Danny's actually the middle sibling. Dani, introduced to his parents soon after he'd told them he was a Halfa, was the embodiment of younger sibling because he had once been the embodiment of younger sibling.

***

"Please get Deadman to stop!" Danny begged Zatanna three weeks later. Maybe he'd overestimated himself a little bit.

The sorcerer raised an eyebrow as she looked up from the book she'd been reading. Something on runes? "What's he doing this time?"

"He won't stop asking me to tell him about my first trip to Gotham."

"You've been to Gotham?"

Danny groaned into the throw pillow he was clutching. "Yes. Please make him stop!"

"Sorry, hun," she focused back on her book, "But I can't see him."

"Oh. I forgot about that."

"Why don't you just tell him?"

Danny shot up, appalled by the very idea. "It's a matter of principle!" he exclaimed, "I am both the older and younger sibling: The middle child. If I give in, I'll have failed! I can't do that. Do you want me to fail?!"

"Okay, okay, geez!" she surrendered, "Don't gotta be so overdramatic about it."

"I'm not being overdramatic! I'm being just dramatic enough!"

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say, kid."

"I'm not a kid!"

"You look like one."

"Yeah, but I'm not! I'm-"

"King of the Infinite Realms," Constantine interrupted, "We know."

"Then don't call me a kid."

"Yeah, yeah, kid,"

"I'm not-!"

"Look, we can have this argument all day and we'll still end in a tie. I've got a case in San Francisco near Titan's Tower. Raven's coming along. Do you want to come with?"

"Don't you normally work solo?" Danny asked. Zatanna still hadn't looked back up from her book and he was pretty sure she'd tuned them out.

"Is that a 'no'?"

"No! No, I'll come with." Maybe having Constantine with him will deter the JL from hounding him. What do they even want with him? If they're upset that he died at fourteen, he's gonna scream.

The Brit smirked. "You sound almost desperate to get out."

"Shut up and let's go."

"Alright, alright."

Part 3 Part 5

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#writing #dp dc crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcu #dc comics #dcxdp #dc #danny phantom #ghost king danny #john constantine #zatanna zatara #deadman #house of mystery #Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

[j4gm]

SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 1: FIONNA CAMPBELL

Here's a bunch of stuff I spotted. Feel free to add more.

During the anime girl hero dream Fionna mentions Hans Brinker, a character from a novel which introduced speed skating to the United States.

The BMO style alarm clock has BMO's voice.

The ducks that steal Marshall Lee's money look like one-headed versions of the two-headed duck from the original Adventure Time title sequence.

Cheers is a real sitcom. Simon previously sang its theme song in the episode Simon & Marcy, and now it seems to have manifested in the human AU due to his connection with it.

Fionna says "stop acting crazy" to Cake with the same meter as Marceline said "stop acting crazy" to Ice King in the episode I Remember You.

We all spotted this in the trailer but there's a Magic Man hat in this shot. Magic Man's hat was most recently seen being worn by Betty.

The Betty statue also suggests that Simon's psyche has significant influence over this world. The fountain includes frogs, a symbol of change that was previously also used in Temple of Mars. And Fionna mentions the statue underwent renovation twelve years ago, which is the same amount of time that's passed in the prime universe since Betty's amalgamation with GOLB.

It would seem Mrs. Abadeer runs a vacuum cleaner company as well as being Fionna's landlady. And Queenie runs an accounting business as well as the tour bus.

The stickers on Marshall Lee's guitar case are all references to real life punk rock bands. X-Ray Pex = X-Ray Spex, Daikini Kill = Bikini Kill, PM might be a reference to AM as in the Arctic Monkeys. I'm not sure what Las Crudas and Dark Eyes are references to. Perhaps someone more familiar with punk rock can let me know?

In case you were wondering, the credits confirm that this is human genderswapped Fern. It's a bit more obvious now that we can see all her green clothes and backpack, and given what she said about her dreams being super messed up. I'm not gonna go through the rest of the cameo characters in this episode because most of them are pretty obvious or already got figured out when the trailer dropped. That said, if anyone knows who the bus driver is meant to be please let me know.

The sword in the window of this games shop looks very similar to Fionna's sword from the original comic series.

The latte that Gumball - ahem I mean Gary - makes in this scene features PB's swan.

Okay one more cameo mention because I feel like it might become significant later. This is Ice Queen.

Fionna and Cake are dreaming about their apartment block in the credits of this episode, but it has a roof like the Tree Fort and the same little boat with a telescope and parasol.

Episode 2 to follow!

#adventure time #fionna and cake #easter egg posts

[imagobin]

Is it possible to do one of Dragon King being protective of S/O and his child? Kaiju Edition?

Apologies for this taking so long! I basically write this every time I get to a request uuuugh I'm terrible lol but I genuinely enjoy writing these çwç I might've done too much research for this one shot, but it was so fun to write once I knew what I wanted to do! Hope you enjoy!

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My Family

Ever since Dragon King had lost to Monkey King and had been stuck as a Kaiju, he never thought he’d be able to have any semblance of a family, and yet here he was now, with the beautiful (y/n) as his spouse and an adorable child they’d adopted and that he loved as his own.

He’d do anything for them, even going against Immortals if it came to it.

What he wasn’t aware of, was that in the depths of the sea, something was stirring, slowly breaking free from his prison: Tuolong, the ninth son of the Jing River’s Dragon, imprisoned there for his defiance, had awakened, and was looking for any way to prove how much of a threat he could be, especially to his sea-dwelling uncles, one of which was Ao Guang himself.

Tuolong wasn’t stupid however, he knew he needed a plan of action first, and also more power. Instead of attacking right away he scoured the seas, looking for artifacts that could’ve aided him in his conquest, among which his old bronze club, the weapon that had accompanied him in his younger years, and that he could finally hold in his grasp once more.

Tuolong would then disguise himself as a vagabond, and eavesdrop on conversations to learn what had been going on during the years of total isolation in his prison.

Apparently, his second uncle, Dragon King, had lost a battle against Sun Wukong, the Monkey King.

Ao Guang had been forced to retreat, and right now it seemed like he was attempting to rebuild his kingdom along with his partner and child. That sounded like the perfect opportunity to establish himself as the new ruler of the Eastern Sea! Surely his subjects wouldn’t mind the change after their old king had been defeated by a monkey.

“And I have just the perfect plan on how to do it… just you wait, uncle…”

DRIINNGG!!

The alarm clock in the royal bedroom rang, signaling the beginning of a new day. 

(Y/n) slowly opened their eyes, stretching their body and in turn waking up their husband.

Ever since Ao Guang had gotten stuck as a Kaiju, (y/n) had picked up the habit of sleeping in his neck fur, which was undoubtedly the comfiest and most soothing place to be at all times, especially since Ao Guang hadn’t stopped taking extremely good care of himself despite his size.

“Hmm… good morning, my precious…” the Dragon King whispered softly, caressing (y/n)’s head with one finger, waiting for his morning kiss.

(Y/n) giggled softly, leaning a bit into his surprisingly light touch, and then swimming up to his nose, giving him a couple nuzzles, before kissing it. “Good morning, my love… slept well?”

“With you by my side? Always.” The King purred, his slit pupils dilating with delight at the kiss.

He loved these little moments with (y/n), where they could both be calm and cuddly with each other, though predictably, it’d be soon cut short by a third presence in the room.

He felt two tiny hands tugging on his massive tail, and soon a small voice spoke. “Come onnnn dad! Get up!” It was his beloved child. Today was a special day; the day where (child/n) and (y/n) usually went out to explore together, so of course they were super excited and impatient to get their day started.

Ao Guang chuckled softly and sat up with a little grunt. “Alright, my little sea monkey… it should almost be time for breakfast anyway.” He replied, watching as (y/n) swam down to pick up their kid and greet them with a small nuzzle as well. He sighed, unable to hold back a smile; they were such a loving parent. 

After breakfast, (y/n) and their child got dressed up and ready to leave, accompanied by a guard, but as usual, Dragon King was worried about them. (Y/n) used to be a commoner, they weren’t used to the attention royals got quite yet; he felt like sometimes they didn’t realize that.

“Did you remember to take the enchanted water with you, honey?” The King asked, bumbling nervously, standing just before the doorway.

(Y/n) chuckled, taking a small bottle out of their robes. “I always keep it with me, you worrywart… nothing’s going to happen, we’ll be back in two hours like always! Right, sweetie?”

“Yeah! Right on the dot!” The little sea toddler replied, holding (y/n)’s hand.

Ao Guang sighed, trying to chase his worries away. Was he really being a worrywart? He just didn’t want his family to get in trouble-

“Okay, okay… but don’t you dare be late!” He said, trying to sound authoritative… and failing. He had no problem being harsh with his guards, but when it came to his family he always went extremely soft.

(Y/n) smiled and swam up to kiss him, “I promise we won’t,” they said with a smile, before swimming out of the castle with the guard and their child, who waved at their dad with a wide grin on their face.

The Dragon King waved back, before going back to his study to deal with his kingly duties, which had nearly doubled in amount after he’d begun rebuilding his kingdom.

Things would soon take a turn for the worst however, as Tuolong had been lying in wait. He’d seen Ao Guang’s spouse and their child leave the castle, and the guard accompanying them didn’t look particularly strong either. It was the perfect opportunity, even easier than stealing candy from a baby!

He struck before the trio could even reach their destination, faster than a barracuda, he snuck behind (y/n), hitting them with his bronze club and rendering them unconscious.

It all happened so suddenly, one moment (child/n) was holding their parent’s hand, and the next they were both constricted by a snake-like tail, (y/n)’s body going limp from the blow to their head.

The guard realized what was going on a moment too late, turning around as he heard the kid’s cries, pointing his lance towards the enemy; but as soon as he saw how large and menacing Tuolong was, he felt his webbed hands tremble, barely able to hold onto his flimsy lance.

Tuolong grinned and laughed wickedly, “is this the best guard my uncle could hire?! Taking over is going to be even more of a joke!” He bellowed, his voice loud enough to cover up (child/n)’s cries as they writhed and tried to shake their parent’s body awake.

The River Dragon grabbed the guard’s lance, dragging him closer to his snout. “Here’s what you’re gonna do now… you’ll swim back to your sorry excuse of a king… and tell him that if he wants to see his family again- he’d better hand the Eastern Sea to me!” He hissed, throwing the guard to the side as soon as he vigorously started nodding his head.

Once that was over, he swam back to his retreat. Everything was going accordingly, he would not fail.

“You let him do WHAT?!”

“P-p-p-please have mercy, your majesty!!” The guard begged, every bone in his fishy body shaking. “W-we were ambushed! And he overpowered us and-”

The Dragon King hissed furiously “One more excuse for this failure, AND YOU’LL BE THE FIRST COURSE FOR MY NEXT FEAST!!!”

The guard squealed in terror, “I-I beg you, a-a-anything but that!! I-I’ll send out a search team right away!”

“You’ve already done ENOUGH! If you incompetent lot manage to get spotted by Tuolong, he might hurt (y/n) and (child/n), I’ll handle this…” The King replied, clenching his fists. 

Damn it all, why was this happening? Why did everything have to go wrong whenever he felt happy?

He swam back to his study, without paying attention to whatever his large tail may have been knocking over. He really had to think this through, even if in his heart the answer was clear already…

Ao Guang could never put his kingdom above his family. (Y/n) was the reason he’d found the confidence to come back as king in the first place, and their child brightened his days like nothing else. He could live without his position as king, but he couldn’t give up the people he loved the most.

“If only I knew where they were being kept…”

(Y/n) regained consciousness, sitting up with a light grunt; they looked down, noticing their child sleeping right against them. “W-where are we? (Child/n)? Are you okay?” They whispered softly, caressing their head, waking them up from their light slumber.

“M-mom/Dad…?” (Child/n) mumbled. They looked up at their parent, their eyes quickly filling up with tears as they buried their face into (y/n)’s chest and they started crying. “I-it was so scary!! A-an evil dragon hit you a-and then– then he took us away, and you were sleeping and I was scared!!” They managed to say between sobs, their little arms wrapping around (y/n) for safety.

(Y/n) widened their eyes, immediately picking up their child and holding them tight, “oh, no no… don’t cry, it’s going to be okay… I’m okay now, I’m awake… don’t be scared, I’m sure dad will find us…” They whispered, although they themselves had no idea where this place was. It looked like a cave of some sort, right on the seashore, unfortunately, thick iron bars were keeping them from reaching the water. 

Where was their kidnapper? What was he planning to do with them?

“I want dad…” (Child/n) sniffled, hugging (y/n) even tighter.

“I know sweetie, I know… he’ll be here soon, I’m sure.” (Y/n) muttered, cradling their child in their arms, when suddenly a menacing laughter echoed as Tuolong emerged from the water. 

“Oh, don’t worry… he will be… once he hands over his kingdom, you three can be a little happy family again!” Tuolong grinned.

(Y/n) widened their eyes. “Hand over his kingdom? He’ll never do that! You’re a fool if you think that’s the case!” They shouted, while their child hid behind their robes for protection.

“We’ll see about that… but if I were you, I’d be hoping he does hand over it all, otherwise… you’ll be paying the consequences.” The river dragon chuckled, grabbing (y/n)’s face roughly through the bars, before throwing them back and disappearing into the water again.

(Y/n) groaned, holding their face. “Curse you…” They muttered under their breath, before turning back to (child/n), who was shivering in fear.

They picked them up again.

“We’ll be okay… That dragon’s only advantage is that dad doesn’t know where we are… but if we can find a way to alert him, then everything will be okay!”

“B-but how are we gonna do that?” Their child whimpered, hiding their face into (y/n)’s chest again.

(Y/n) thought about it, until the answer came to them. “The water… We’re right near the shore, we can call him!” They whispered with a grin, taking out the small bottle of enchanted water from their robes. Luckily it was still intact. “Just one drop will be enough.”

(Child/n) looked as their parent carefully stretched their arm out of the iron bars, just enough to have one drop of the bottle’s contents fall into the sea water, slowly taking the form of their dad. He didn’t seem to notice them at first; too distressed to even realize he was being called.

“Dad! Dad!!”

The Dragon King flinched, and looked up, widening his eyes as he saw his spouse and child.

“(Y/n)! (Child/n)!! Oh thank the gods you’re okay! That rotten Tuolong- I swear if he’s laid a single finger on either of you”

“Don’t worry, he hasn’t hurt us.” (Y/n) assured him.

Ao Guang sighed in relief, “Do you know where he’s keeping you? If I get there in time- I might be able to rescue you… I’m sorry, this all happened because I wasn’t there with you…”

“Don’t blame yourself, my love. I lowered my guard despite your warnings about being careful… sadly I don’t know where we are exactly… I was unconscious for the whole trip.” (Y/n) explained, looking down.

“I-I know where we are!” (Child/n) suddenly chimed in, “I saw… a biiiiig rock full of pink and purple corals while he was bringing us here-”

“Pink and purple corals…? You’re on the shores near the coral reef?” Dragon King asked, very proud of his child for being able to keep their head straight in such a stressful situation.

The child nodded, “I-I think so, yes!” They replied, clinging to (y/n)’s robes, “Please come quick, dad… I’m really scared…”

“Don’t worry my little sea monkey, I’ll-”

Suddenly, a club crashed into the water, interrupting the connection.

“Hmmm I thought I heard another voice here…” Tuolong said menacingly, emerging from the water. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?! That you were being sly?! Even if he can find you, what’s that ‘pool noodle’ of my uncle going to do against me, huh?!” He hissed, opening the prison’s door and grabbing (y/n) by the robes. “Maybe he should find you… so he can watch you suffer…”

(Y/n) grunted as Tuolong’s webbed fingers wrapped around their throat.

“L-let my mom/dad go!!” (Child/n) shouted, charging at the river dragon, only to be grabbed by his tail. They squirmed and punched it with their tiny fists as Tuolong tightened his grip.

“N-no!! Please, s-stop!!” (Y/n) begged, their voice choked up with panic as they tried to breathe despite Tuolong’s fingers pressing down on their larynx. “D-don’t hurt them–”

The river dragon smirked, “oh, don’t worry… I’m just going to teach them a lesson…” he growled.

Then a raindrop fell on his nose, and another… and another.

“Rain?” He muttered, looking out to the sea just in time to see Ao Guang’s gigantic form emerge from the water, his eyes red with fury.

The Dragon King took one look at Tuolong and roared into his face, making him let out a high-pitched scream and let go of both (y/n) and their child.

“D-DAD!!” (Child/n) shouted, while (y/n) took them to the back of their cell, knowing a fight was going to break out soon.

“D-dad?!” Tuolong repeated, all his bravado seemingly melting away. That was Ao Guang? His uncle?! How had he made himself so big?! As far as he knew, only Immortals could do that-

“Tuolong…” Ao Guang spoke, his voice echoing loudly.

"H-heeeey uncle! Long time no see! Didn’t know you’d been working out in these last few years!”  The river dragon laughed nervously.

“I’m not in the mood for your jokes, Tuolong!!” The Dragon king shouted, slapping his nephew out of the cave with a single swat of a hand, knocking him back into the water.

Tuolong reemerged, holding his bronze club. Sure, his uncle was huge now, but he wasn’t going to lose, not after all he’d done. “Well, you should’ve thought about it before you and Ao Run locked me up in that prison for DECADES!!” he cried, striking back, jumping out of the water at extreme speeds and swinging his weapon.

Ao Guang caught it and flung him back. “You know EXACTLY why we had to do it, you were misusing your powers!” He replied, his anger growing as he watched his nephew bounce right back. The weather kept changing, thunder and lightning roaring in the sky above, loudly enough that even the Immortals were alerted, and began watching the fight from their realm.

“You did the same!! You’ve hurt more people than I did! And yet you were NEVER punished! Just because you’re a king! It’s not fair!!” Tuolong continued, attempting to land a hit again and succeeding this time around, the power of his bronze club managing to knock even Ao Guang a few feet back.

“Ngh! I WAS punished for it! But I learned my lesson! I’ve left those ways in the PAST!” Ao Guang argued back, finally managing to get a hold of Tuolong, his fist tightening around him as he writhed. “And it’s all thanks to my family. So if you ever… EVER aim for them again- I WON’T hesitate to kill you!”

“I-I won’t, I won’t!! I promise!” Tuolong pleaded, his spirit deflating again.

“Good… I’d better never see you again… UNDERSTOOD?!” Ao Guang bared his teeth, feeling a presence up above. His eyes shifted for a moment, and he noticed a crack in the clouds… he knew what that meant.

“Yes, YES I GOT IT!!” Tuolong whimpered, feeling his uncle’s arm slowly begin to rotate. “W-wait, what are you doing?!”

“I’m sending you to a place where you DEFINITELY won’t bother us anymore!” He yelled, throwing Tuolong up into the sky, hard enough to hit one of the inner walls of the Jade Emperor’s palace.

The Immortal yelped as soon as he saw the river dragon being flung into his room, getting stuck onto the wall like a piece of modern art.

“Aw come on! I just had that wall painted!” The Jade Emperor huffed.

“Oops!” Ao Guang chuckled, feeling much calmer now, “Sorry, sir!”

The Jade Emperor narrowed his eyes, but soon sighed, “you’ve done this to protect your family, so I’ll forgive you this time…” He replied, a slight smile spreading across his face. The Dragon King had truly made some good progress ever since Sun Wukong beat him. “I’ll be taking care of Tuolong’s situation myself, but don’t make throwing people who are giving you trouble into my palace a habit!” The emperor added, feigning offense, before closing up the clouds again.

Ao Guang smiled, and he let the water submerge him again as the skies cleared up and the sea’s waves returned to normal. He looked inside the cave and was immediately greeted by both (y/n) and his child running at him and hugging his face.

“Dad!! You won!!”

“I’m so happy you’re here, my love…”

All that love had the big Kaiju’s cheeks blushing a deep purple. “I-I told you I’d find you…” He smiled, picking up (y/n) and (child/n), making his way back into the sea.

“When our connection suddenly fell, I got so worried I immediately started swimming- guess… being this big lets you cover certain distances much faster, huh?” The king tried joking a bit, to lighten the mood.

“I’m so happy you’re both safe… I’ll never let anything this awful happen to you two ever again, I swear on my life.” He whispered, lightly hugging them and letting them rest against his neck fur. “Let’s go home now… I think we’ve had enough adventures for one day.”

The End

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[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcannons Masterlist

Sexy and Everyday 

A lot are redundant but like oh well lol 😂 I only have so much brain power lol 😂 🙄🙄

WARNINGS: 18+

*This is from my old account so it's the un-updated version since I first wrote it on Google Docs then like a dumbass kept updating on Tumblr lol *

This will be a MASTERLIST of snippets/one shots of them using the pet names!!!

Luffy - mami, mamas, mama, Y/N (I can not stress enough how much he would repeat your name!!) 

Zoro- woman, brat, whore, little girl, princess (in a taunting way-polar opposite to Sanji)

Sanji- my love, princess, daddy’s girl, good girl, pretty girl, mommy

Usopp- mami, babe, baby girl, baby, honey

Franky- darlin, sweetheart, honey, sweetie, baby, pretty lady

Law- baby girl, princess, my love, babe, Y/N (with how hot his voice is he would love saying your name!) 

Eustass- baby girl, kitten, pipsqueak, cock slut, bug, little mamas, cumdump, cry baby 

Killer- darlin, princess, baby girl, little one, baby

Doflamingo- dove, whore, messy girl , love (very rarely would he use ‘love’ but it would mean a lot) 

Sir Crocodile - baby girl, princess, my little slut

Smoker- darlin, sweetheart, love, honey, baby doll

Marco- birdie, mate, baby bird, songbird, little bird (birds birds BIRDS!) 

Thatch- honey, pumpkin, puddin, Angel cakes, sweet pea (food names cause he gives dad vibes 🤤)

Izou- my little cherry blossom, love, dear

Whitebeard-  love, dear, sweetheart, tiny thing, little thing, little one (anything pointing out his size and you can’t tell me no on this 🤣) 

Ace- darling, baby girl, princess, hot stuff, babe (firmly believe he will babe the shit outta you)

Sabo- my love, my dear, cock whore, dumb slut, bitch (just feel like he would love the harsh degradation 🤷‍♀️sorry not sorry 😬) 

Monkey D Dragon- love, dear, sweetheart (him groaning out sweetheart 😮‍💨)

Garp- little one, sweetheart, princess, bratty girl, dirty/messy girl, sweetie, darlin

Akainu- brat, princess, little girl, whore, cumslut, crybaby

Kizaru- lightning bug, my shining star, mamas, baby girl, sunshine (names involving light) 

Aokiji- ice princess, mama, babe, baby, snowflake 

Fujitora- wisteria, darling, my flower, rose, little peony, tiger lily (FLOWERS ALL DAY EVERYDAY!!! Whatever flower you can think of he’s calling you 😍🫶🏼)

Shanks- darlin, baby, baby girl, doll, baby doll, princess 

Benn- doll, baby doll, darling, love, princess

Mihawk- my dear, my love, naughty girl, princess, bloody princess (idk why I picture him speaking Spanish/ Italian saying princessa 😮‍💨😭🤤 idk if he speaks it but shit lol 😂 ) 

Buggy- superstar, rockstar, beauty queen, my diva, doll, clown whore, sugar/sugar bear (what you call him)

X Drake- mate, babe, baby girl, little one

Kaku- lil lady, sweetheart, darling, Raffe (short for giraffe 🦒)

Rob Lucci- Pretty Kitty, kitten, brat, whore, slutty kitty (no way he doesn't have a pet play fetish! ya can’t change my mind on this!)

Paulie- sweetie, pretty girl, darling, baby doll, princess, pretty mamas, my little whore, slut, naughty/dirty/messy girl (secret freak idc! I think he shamed Nami cause he’s a hidden pervert and she was making him feel some kind of way lol 😂 !)

King- my queen, my love, dear, little one, naughty thing

Kaido- little one, whore, brat, bad girl

Vinsmoke Bros- cock whore/slut, brat, woman, slutty puppy/kitty, good girl, pathetic slut, my little whore, mommy (hidden mommy kink!!!)

Red Leg Zeff- princess, sweetheart, kid, honey, doll, darling (old school lol )

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[peanut-with-wifi-access]

okay guys calm the fuck down

WildBrain are still getting used to animating in this style. Do I need to remind you all of S1 (especially the pilot's) animation? Give them a break, let them cook/get used to it. It's just the trailer. The season itself will still be amazing, regardless of animation quality. The story is what matters.

ANYWAY LET'S DO SOME ACTUAL ANALYSIS HUH

monkie trio have a meeting with the Ten Kings?

This shot is just fucking rad

I don't remember your name but Hi NeZha's dad! You're at the Ten King meeting too?

NeZha's at the meeting too, MK seems excited about something

They fucking re-banded him I'm going to start biting

WHERE IS ANYONE GOING I'M ABOUT TO KILL

Who— why do these two have the two of the stones?

Is this DBK's old territory? The flaming mountain that was 100% Monkey King's fault?

Seems like NeZha might be helping the crew!

Prophecy?

Sandy moments! Yes please! Wonder what he's defending MK from? Is he just venting? Is MK getting therapy?

strange temple which gives them two of the rocks (the ones that were with the dragon(?) and the tiger) and is marked with a mural of the stones. It also emits a green/gold flash. Nüwa, that you?

Nine-Headed and Hundred-Eyed Demons! What's up you two? You have cool designs (esp hundred-eyed)

Monkie MK!!!!! why is he crying? what's with all the stones being with him alone????? NÜWA WHAT DID YOU DO

HARBINGER HARBINGER HARBINGER

what're you doing here, Nine-Headed? Also why are you the same color as Mo and Sandy—

RETURN OF THE RED!!!! DRAGONFRUIT SHIPPERS COME GET YOUR FOOD

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[akystaracer22]

Maybe in Another Life We Would Hate Each Other a Little Less

A chance encounter sheds a little light on Adam that Lucifer couldn't have predicted, leading to a moment he thought he'd never have with the man.

Notes (Aka my thoughts while writing):

God is a dick and I wanna kill xem

Adam folds his wings like a bird because monkey see monkey do

Both these guys were traumatised by the same person and we don’t talk about it enough

Probably Guitarduck/Adamsapple but in a fledgeling platonic kinda way

Refer to my ref for what Adam looks like!

I listened to Rät while writing this and- it kind of fits Adam???

Jesus is God’s favourite child and it fucking shows

How tf did this become a sickfic????

Lucifer gets the experience of being me whenever I make the impulsive move to boot up Char.ai and talk to literally any of the AI’s, get aunt agonied bitch.

Oh my god Adam has middle child syndrome.

Can you tell I attended a Christian school when I was younger???

Adam was hiding just how fucked over he was from the wing rot but he’s not having a good time in this. Most of the latter half of the oneshot is him dazed from both the one set of wing rot and the feeling of someone touching his wing.

Shit emergency wing HC for Adam ig: His wings grow warmer corresponding to his mood, as in when he is in general happier his wings radiate warmth and when he’s in a foul mood they’re just normal or even a little cooler.

In saying that yes Lucifer’s wings glow when he’s happy

Word Count: 1902

Fic under cut!

“Fucking- Shit!”

Lucifer paused, looking behind him and backing up to peek through the crack in the door. This ought to be good.

Sure enough, he was right, this was entertaining.

Adam was ranting again.

Honestly it was a nearly daily thing by this point, probably the only good thing about his daughters decision to let Adam stay at the hotel. He loved his daughter, he really did, by Adam was… Adam.

Lucifer knew he was a lost cause.

But still, didn’t mean Lucifer couldn’t tease the hell out of the man since he was stuck down here with the rest of them.

Lucifer’s smirk at watching the first man rant quickly died as he took in the guys appearance, he looked…

“What is wrong with your wings.”

Adam jerked and twisted around, scowling at him and oops he said that out loud didn’t he.

“Piss off!”

Lucifer, in his typical fashion, did not piss off and instead entered the room, “No seriously what is wrong with your wings.”

Now that he was closer, the king was certain they didn’t look like that a week ago. The feathers, while already having looked like a wreck were duller and the colours seemed almost… muted. Ignoring the already horrific state Adam’s wing were in, they shouldn’t look THAT bad so why…

“Wait-”

“I said-!”

“Have you not been preening you wings?”

Adam went silent, staring wide eyed at Lucifer much to the kings confusion. A beat passed, then two.

“What the fuck is preening?”

Lucifer blinked, he wasn’t serious, was he?

Surely not.

.

.

.

“By the heavens you’re dead serious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Lucifer debated whether he should explain it or not. On one hand, it’s Adam. On the other, Wings were a serious thing. He’d even seen Husker cleaning his wings from time to time, for Adam to just not know…

“You know what? For once my hatred of you is outweighed by my need to show you what’s what,” The fallen seraphim huffed, closing the door behind him and summoning a chair to block it from the outside so Adam couldn’t escape. “Come on we’re fixing this travesty.”

“What part of fuck off you do you not understand?!” The first man snapped, his wings mantling as Lucifer rifled through the closet, dragging out one of the many jars of oil he’d had the foresight to put in most of the rooms, perks of being a guy with basic common sense.

“The part where you’re being stupid and my daughter started rubbing off on me,” Lucifer shot back, his own wings serving well to corral Adam towards the bed, “How you don’t know how to preen your wings is beyond me but that’s ending today.”

“Again- what are you blabbering about.”

Lucifer paused, hand hovering just over Adams feathers. Preening someone elses wings was… intimate. It was something reserved for friends, family, lovers, and stuff… not enemies. Was he really going to just go ahead and clean Adams wings for him?

The seraphim’s eyes flicked over to where the ruined wing was draped over the bed. The wing was already in bad enough shape as it was, if he didn’t do this then wing rot was bound to hit it at some point and-

He didn’t really have a choice, not if he didn’t want to watch someone die of wing rot again.

Adam went stiff under Lucifers touch as he started work on the mans functioning wing, it was the easiest to work with, not the mention the safest to start with. The injured wing would no doubt be sensitive to any interaction, so better to start small.

Ish.

Adam shuddered as Lucifer moved between feather’s, periodically reapplying preening oil as he went. He was right as usual, looking closer most of the barbules had been separated and needed to be locked together again. Grimacing, the seraphim gently scratched out what looked like dried blood from where it was hidden in the base of Adam’s Secondary coverts.

“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, his voice for once lacking it’s usual bite. Lucifer paused for a second in confusion before Adam’s wing flexed back into Lucifer’s hand, “Don’t stop!”

“Okay okay!” The king huffed, working on his primaries, “What I’m doing is called preening. It’s something beings with feathers do to clean them.”

“Like birds?”

“Yeah, like birds,” Lucifer agreed, “The oil helps take care of bacteria, but you got to realign the feathers, get rid of the ones ready to moult, and fix the feathers that are out of sorts, though you can just shake the feathers to do that part quicker.”

“Mhm”

Lucifer shifted over to finally tackle the ruined wing and froze, a chill slinking down his spine. As he took in the state of the tattered appendage.

“Shit.”

This close the seraphim could see the red pimples under the thinning layer of feathers surrounding the injury, it was wing rot in its early stages.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer dove his fingers into the scapulars to shut Adam up while he discreetly conjured up some disinfectant for the rot, if he’s lucky he can treat it now and just get Charlie or Vaggie to deal with it now, knock it over the head before it becomes so visible the others can notice. He ignored Adam’s breath hitching as the seraphim started, just as predicted, the wing was sensitive from the damage done to it.

“But seriously you need to do this more, this is just horrific,” Lucifer grumbled to himself, not really caring if Adam listened, “Honestly I’m surprised this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Mmmm tried once… I think?”

Lucifer, glanced at Adam’s face, it was pointed away from him, but he could still sense Adam’s attention was on him, “Yeah?”

“Saw the birds doin’ it and tried to copy ‘em,” Adam continued at the prompt, spreading his other wing, “It hurt so I stopped, didn’ know there was a method to this shit or someth’n.”

“You… nobody even tried to teach you?”

“I think they thought I knew,” Adam chuckled sourly, “I think they thought I fu’kin knew how to just- do this. ‘Cause I was meant to right?!” Another laugh, “I bit the fu’kin apple so I shou’da known this kinda shit! Apple of knowl’dge or what’ver.”

Lucifer, wisely, didn’t say anything, he just kept working on Adam’s ruined wing, applying the disinfectant, and fixing what few feathers were still healthy and removing the rest. If it was anyone else in this situation he’s wrap the wing and tell them to rest but… it was still Adam that was in this mess.

“I- why didn’t they teach me? Luci why didn’t they teach me this shit?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer replied carefully, deliberately skipping over the butchering of his name that sounded way to close to a nickname for comfort, “Come on, up you get he still got the underside to finish then I’ll be out.”

Adam grumbled but complied, sitting up a little to turn around as Lucifer summoned a pillow for Adam to lean back on. Rolling his neck Lucifer got to work on the auxiliary feathers, the lighter feathers were definitely in better shape, but then again that wasn’t exactly a high bar, and they still were looking rough.

“Jesus was prob’bly taught how to preen himself.”

Lucifer’s shoulders hitched as his wings tucked in against his back abruptly. Jesus… was a rough topic. For all sinners talked about him, Lucifer never met him but from the sinners around that time… it was never a fun conversation. Pretentious once kings cursing his name while hopeless commoners lined up for the exorcists blade, faithful until the end that Jesus would let them into heaven if they just believed in him.

… there was a pattern in there, wasn’t there. Like father like son, he supposed.

“Jesus was made from me and yet he’s God’s favourite fukin kid, course he’d fucking know how to preen,” Adam continued unimpeded, “Doesn’t matter if I was Gods first- Jesus was always fucking better than me.”

Okay! Lucifer was in no way prepared for this conversation, but he highly doubted Adam was even going to remember this conversation, so he just focused on the wings.

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

Lucifer sincerely wished Anthony, or just anyone really would bust down the door at this moment, at least then he could get himself out of this conversation.

“Why do you think that?” the seraphim deflected, moving onto Adam’s good wing and going through his coverts.

“Because none of them ever fucking did this,” Adam waved his hand haphazardly before letting it rest on his chest, “You’re my enemy but you’re fixin’ my fu’kin wings because I’m too stupid and useless to just figure it out myself.”

“Not useless,” The words left Lucifer’s lips without his input, damn himself to double hell, but it managed to shut up Adam, so he kept on the thought train, “You’re not useless you were just never taught, it’s not your fault heaven doesn’t think.”

“Jesus-”

“Is God’s prodigal son and shouldn’t be counted.”

Adam huffed and leaned back on the pillow, “Why’re you good at this?”

“I’ve had aeon’s to learn, and over a decade of putting it in practice,” Lucifer thought about his daughter, a small smile making it’s way into his expression, she really was the best thing to happen to him.

He finished up with Adams good wing and moved onto finishing off the wrecked one. Applying the disinfectant to the infected spots on the underside before reaching for the preening oil again.

“Y’know, maybe in another life we would’ve hated each other less.”

Lucifer just laughed and started preening the wing, yeah right, maybe in a reality where the apple incident never happened, “You’re sick Adam, feverish even.”

“And you’re a wife-stealer.”

“Should have been better in bed.”

“Fuck you,”

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at the first man, earning a tired chuckle. Then the seraphim blinked at the sudden warmth radiating out from the feathers. What in the-?

“Oh… they haven’t done that in a while.”

Lucifer blinked up at Adam who was staring at his feathers in amazement, “Ackde-whuh?”

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, “Yeah… sometimes they just get warm all of a sudden it’s weird. Hasn’t happened in a while though. Apparently it sometimes happened when Lute was around? I dunno why.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times before letting out a small “huh” and running a hand through the ruined wing, it was definitely warmer.

Sighing, Lucifer let his hand fall away despite the wing chasing it, “Alright well your wings are definitely cleaner now, so I’ll be out of your hair now.”

The seraphim stood up to leave through the balcony, opening the window and almost stepping out when Adam called after him, still sounding exhausted.

“I can see why they left me for you.”

Lucifer paused, before smiling sardonically and looking back at Adam, who looked like he might have just passed out.

“Tell me that when you’re not delusional from illness and I might believe you.”

With that, Lucifer stepped out and left for his own room… though, if Adam woke up to a small plush duck on his nightstand, that was between Lucifer and the god that cast him down.

But there is one thing Lucifer will admit.

Maybe Charlie wasn't wrong about thinking Adam could be redeemed.

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[gxthicupid]

Hi I have a request! How about a one-shot of Wukong and a female s/o, with Wukong after landing on Sandy’s ship accidentally falls asleep (due to lack of sleep and power drain) while being patched up, latching onto the closest person to him at the moment (s/o) using her as pretty much a teddy bear leaving her stuck with sleepy purrs, coos, and all?

Sorry if it’s a lot😂 😅

୨⎯ 𝑺𝑵𝑼𝑮𝑮𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑲𝑬𝒀 [𝑺𝒖𝒏 𝑾𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒙 !𝑭𝑬𝑴! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓]

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴡᴜᴋᴏɴɢ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇᴅ?

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ! ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟᴏᴛ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ.

➨ Tonight, a dark blue hue painted over the sky, decorated beautifully with fluffy clouds and shining stars as far as the eye can see. The silhouette of the city’s skyscrapers looked like mountains, a nice touch to the landscape view from Sandy’s cargo ship.

➨ You decided to help Sandy with fixing and organising after he finally set the ship after all the damage it had gotten throughout your adventures with MK and the others. Of course, you let Wukong know about your location since he went out on a solo mission that needed to take care of some unfinished business.

➨ As much as you were worried, you trusted Wukong to return safe and sound. Right now, you and Sandy were taking a break, and he decided to brew some tea to relax and have a conversation amongst each other.

➨ “Sandy, this tea tastes amazing! Is this a new flavour?” You spoke, astonished by the wave of delicious flavour overwhelming on your tastebuds. “Yeah, I thought I'd try out something new. I’m glad you like it.” He responded, flattered by your compliment and smiled.

➨ At the moment, you and Sandy are talking about things aside from your adventures and focusing more on other things, such as your love life with Wukong. “So, how’s things with Monkey King?” Sandy questions you, and you respond with a light blush on your face. “Everything’s great. We have been living together for a few months, and everything seems good. He’s on a solo mission now, but I’m sure he’ll come unharm-”

➨ A flash of lightning came bolting down from the sky in the blink of an eye and then crash-landed on the harbour near Sandy’s ship. All of you got frightened by the abruption towards your peace and quiet.

➨ When you and Sandy carefully investigated what came crashing down, it was Wukong, but to your surprise, he looked severely wounded and didn’t seem to be moving. “Wukong!” You were the first to react, came closer to his body, and checked whether he was okay. Turns out he’s still breathing; he’s only sleeping. The injuries must have weakened him so much to the point of exhaustion.

➨ “Thank goodness.” You muttered to yourself and held onto him tightly. “Sandy! Can you lend me a hand?” He agreed and carried Wukong back to the ship, and you prepared First Aid on the couch.

➨ Even though you know Wukong can’t die, it still bothers you when he does reckless or impulsive things that get him into these messes. Sandy told you to take it easy and help him get patched up while he finishes off the ship.

➨ You took out the bandages and disinfectant from the bag and took off his torn-up shirt. Carefully, you wrapped up all the wounds and soothed the bruises around his body. Once you were finished, you placed his head on your lap and let him rest.  

➨ You looked down and noticed how adorable he looked when he was sleeping. You smiled as you started petting his hair and scratching his ears before, all of a sudden, you felt him softly purr. That’s when your heart melts to the point you feel like you just fell in love with him again.

➨ He looked like a cat as he moved around you and stretched his arms and legs. Now, both of your hands are on him, and you take this opportunity to caress his tail and see what happens. He began to coo like his baby monkeys and couldn’t help but quietly squeal at such a precious moment.

➨ Then, he moves around the couch and begins to latch onto your body to cuddle in his sleep. As you tried to struggle free, you failed and now became a teddy bear for him to snuggle and nuzzle his furry face on the crook of your neck and his tail hugging your waist.

➨ And just like a cat, you don’t have the heart to move a muscle from the coach. “C’mon Y/N. Don’t leave me.” You heard him talking in his dream, and you must admit it was nice to know your partner loved you even when unconscious.

➨ “Baby, please. Just five more minutes; breakfast can wait.” Again, he muttered into your ear as he tried to shift your body around for him to rest on your chest. You blushed but shrugged it off as you slowly caressed his hair.

➨ You were so glad that Wukong was okay after the solo mission and began to drift off to sleep before hearing his sleepy voice again. “I love you, Y/N.” And finally, he went back to snoring softly. All you did was giggle softly at his words. “I love you too, Wukong.” You gave him a kiss on the forehead and passed out on the couch.

➨ Meanwhile, Sandy watched adoringly at your romantic moments with your partner and decided to do something special for the both of you to see in the morning.

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➨ The sun shined, and Megapolis roared with life again. You were the first one to wake up from your slumber. And by recalling your night with Wukong, you saw him next to you and sleeping without a care in the world.

➨ As you pat his head, he begins to wake up. “Mornin’ darling. . .Slept well last night?” You softly spoke to Wukong as he groaned, hissing quietly from the injuries but not as much to alarm you. “Hey, Y/N. How’s my sunshine, huh?” You giggled at Wukong when he gave you a kiss on the nose, and that’s when you heard your phone ring.

➨ Both you and Wukong checked, and there were photos of you and Wukong cuddling on the couch, along with the words of, “Sorry, Y/N. I couldn’t help myself; I thought you'd like to have these for keepsake.” By Sandy.

➨ You blushed and hid your face from Wukong while he enjoyed seeing these pictures, but deep down, he was as flustered as you were. “Aw, that’s really sweet, Y/N. C’mere.” He then proceeds to give you several kisses on the kiss as a thank you.

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