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triple n: RIP kang della

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well.......

contains: fivesome. really rough (choking, slapping, etc.), DELLA HAS AN IUD!!, della getting absolutely manhandled, her hands gets restrained for a bit, BUT THEN THERE IS A BIT OF DOM!DELLA ACTION, double penetration (as in anal), tiiiiiny bit of breeding kink, kitten as a nickname kink, daddy kink (sorry guys lol ik i said i wouldn't but i can't help it), i also said that they're never goofy during sex but we have the 02z in one session y'all— it's bound to get a little silly, LONGEST FIC I'VE WRITTEN (7.3k WORDS), longest + most detailed + most insane smut i've ever written omg i dont think i will EVER top this

happy belated anniversary my darlings 🤍 happy two years to della and her men (and alice) ✨

AND HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO ENHA'S (5/8) LOSS IN NNN! this chapter takes place on midnight 2022/11/11 (so i kinda thought that was today bcs dumbo self messed up the dates so i'm one day late but it's all good)

hi guys! i missed you! i will try to reply to asks soon! i'm so sorry for disappearing again, life has been rough and moving too fast 😭 DID NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I AM EMBARRASSED

Kang Della is going to die tonight.

While not literally, she was definitely going to be reborn as a new woman.

"Lala, stop praying. You're not actually gonna die," Sunoo said, more interested in his phone than his overreacting girlfriend. "You're gonna have so much fun, and we have the day off tomorrow. It'll be great."

"Sunoo shut up and help me pray," Della herself was already dressed, cleaned up and ready to head out.

But certainly not ready to meet the hyuppas.

"Why are we even praying when you're going to be doing something so sinful?"

There were three possible outcomes from tonight; One, the hyuppas being so annoyed that they prefer to ignore her for a bit. Though that is just her anxiety talking.

Two, they would take turns with her for four days straight. Which also means that she would have a limp and some back pain for a week or so.

Or three, they would all have their way with her, at the same time.

And the last option seems to be the most likely.

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"Oh, hi! Oppa! Really funny seeing you here but Sunghoon-oppa asked for beer, so here—" Jake immediately pulled Della into his room before she could escape from what was coming.

"You're in massive trouble, young lady," the girl would've laughed if the situation wasn't as serious. Who actually says that sentence in real life? Sim Jaeyun, apparently.

"Oh, wow! All the hyuppas are here!" Della laughed nervously. "Seems like you guys are preparing to have a celebration together! Wouldn't want boring 'ole Della making things all boring!"

The stern look on all four men made Della withdraw into herself. She avoided eye contact by playing with her nails, mentally preparing herself for the scolding.

"Kang Della, sit down," Heeseung ordered, gesturing the couch with his eyebrows.

"Ah.. I really need to my room though, Yunji-unnie's waiting for me," Della hopes that she could somehow avoid the earful, though it is looking very improbable. "So I'm just here to hand over the beer and—" she gasped when Jay slowly took her hands and held them behind her back like a criminal.

"Do you know how hard it was to wait for you?" he said in a low tone. "The only reason why we did this stupid challenge was because of you."

Jay's deep voice caused Della's skin to erupt in goosebumps. She bit her lip as her heart started pumping faster. She tried to look into his eyes but quickly adverted her gaze when she saw how handsome he looked with his expression. She could feel herself getting wet again.

"The fucking audacity you had to lose to someone who wasn't even a part of this bullshit of a challenge," Sunghoon walked over and held her face with both hands. He noticed a familiar scent within the proximity. "You've been fucking drinking too. You did a lot with Sunoo, huh?"

She had forgotten about the alcohol in her system, now understanding why her brain seems so hazy. She barely drank anything, but she is a major lightweight. The drink Sunoo gave her, mixed with the lack of sexual attention (and undeniably, Sunoo's seduction) must be why she lost the game so easily.

"I wasn't thinking straight. I didn't plan it or anything. Honest!" she replied with puppy eyes. While the look stirred something inside Sunghoon, it certainly wasn't sympathy.

"Even if you didn't plan it, you still did it, didn't you?" he asked in an eerily calm voice. "You can't really take it back now, can you?" he brushed her bangs back but kept his hold firm. "Even if it was silly little foreplay."

Everything Sunghoon did just made her core uncomfortably wet. She was embarrassed to clutch her legs tighter but her mind was just occupied with how stunning he looked and how hot his words were.

"No," Della whined, shamelessly staring at his lips. "I'm sorry, oppas."

"Do you know what's gonna happen now?" Sunghoon asked, staring at her lips as well.

"Am I getting punished?" Della bit her lip at the thought.

"You're gonna deal with us four, yeah? We've been stupidly waiting for over a week," Sunghoon caressed her cheeks before forcefully making her look at the two boys on the bed. "Look at them. We all deserve to be relieved from this challenge, hm?" he whispered in her ear.

"Nghh," Della whined at the sight of Jake and Heeseung. They were sitting on the joint bed with a can of beer in their hands. They were intently staring at the three of them, anticipating their next moves and patiently waiting for their turn. They knew that hard-dom Sunghoon would be the best at disciplining Della in bed, while romantic Jay would really show her just how serious they are.

"Do you think you can do that?" Sunghoon whispered again, causing Della to gulp and nod her head. "Use your words."

"I'm gonna deal with all four of you," she said timidly. She has never handled more than two people before, and now she's jumping straight to four.

But she is excited. Extremely excited.

"Good girl," Jay kept his hold with one hand, using the other to stroke her hair. "Your safe word today is red and yellow, okay? Regardless of Korean or English."

"Okay, oppa," Della closed her eyes at the gentle kiss Jay left on her hair. Suddenly all the nerves left and she's just left with pure anticipation.

"Good girl," although the words were identical to Jay's, Sunghoon's praise sounded rougher, more possessive. "Now come here."

Sunghoon connected his lips to hers hungrily while his hands moved to grope her bare breasts under her pyjama top.

Jay let out a small smirk, his hands busily tying her wrists with the neck tie he prepared. His recently free hands then moved to unbutton her top, helping Sunghoon get easier access.

"You're not wearing a fucking bra. Sunoo must've enjoyed these babies, huh?" Jay said against her neck as his hands replaced Sunghoon's. The latter's opted to move down and roam his hands on Della's hourglass figure.

"Did he? Answer Jay," Sunghoon mumbled on her lips before shifting his kisses to her neck.

"No, he didn't," Della whimpered at the stimulation. Her legs were now almost crossed at how eager she is for some sort of sexual activity.

"Aish, that kid," Jay cursed, pulling away from Della to grab himself a beer. "Won 3N but didn't even fully enjoy it," he then pat Heeseung's shoulder and sat down beside Jake. "Tag. You're it."

Heeseung smirked, taking a big swig of his drink before making his way to Dehoon. With some liquid courage, he knew that they would all have a long, wild night ahead of them. They all definitely need a few cans because they desperately need this.

"You could've tagged me, y'know?" Jake pointed at his roommate.

"Shut up," Jay sipped his drink. "Just go over and join them– who's stopping you?"

"Nah, I'm actually enjoying the view," the younger laid back and rested his upper body weight on his forearm. The two watched as Sunghoon pulled away as soon as he noticed Heeseung.

"I told you to sit down, didn't I?" Heeseung practically mumbled, using his free hand to push her down onto the couch. "Why didn't you listen to me but obeyed Sunghoon and Jongseong?"

Della's mouth watered at the angle. If her instincts were correct, she was gonna suck someone off, most probably Heeseung.

And she absolutely loves giving head.

Heeseung especially tends to let out these adorable sounds that are music to her ears. She knows that he will try to hold them back since they're not alone, but she is determined to have this gorgeous man let loose of his (almost) equally gorgeous noises.

"I'm sorry, oppa," the lower angle made Della's puppy eyes look even more cute. "I was just nervous."

"You know what those eyes do to me," Heeseung ran a thumb over her lip. "Should we forgive her, Sunghoon?" he sucked in a breath when she took his thumb into her mouth to suck gently.

"We'll see about that," a loud zipper sound filled the room as Sunghoon aggressively undid his pants. "Open up," and his cock was in front of Della's face in no time.

She did not need to be told twice. Her eyes instantly closed as her tongue swirled around the tip. She played around with it for a few seconds before pushing it all the way to the back of her throat.

"Fuckkk, I missed this," Sunghoon threw his head back. "So fucking good," he bit his lip harshly.

Upon the sight, Heeseung hurriedly lowered his sweatpants with one hand, but struggled to get his hard-on out from the tightness of his boxers. He eventually succeeded once Sunghoon helped by taking the beer out of his hands.

"Pay attention to hyung too," Sunghoon said and took a large gulp of the liquid.

Della wasted no time in having Heeseung inside her mouth with her tongue swirling around the girth. She didn't care as her hair got everywhere.

"Thereee you go," Heeseung grunted, pushing the hair behind her shoulders and brushed her bangs back . "Ah fuck!" he bit his lip to try and contain his sounds.

"Ya– I meant divide your attention, not completely move on to him," Della gasped as Sunghoon pulled her hair so she could come back to him. "Back and forth, baby, you can do it."

It is definitely difficult. Della has never given head with her hands tied before, let alone with two dicks.

But if the boys know anything about their baby, they'll know that she is not a quitter; she will persist until she's absolutely certain she can't.

She bobbed her head two times on Sunghoon before switching back to Heeseung to repeat her movements, and doing the same to Sunghoon again. The perspective was so hot that Sunghoon's breath turned heavy and Heeseung's moans were audible again.

Jay and Jake, on the other hand, were getting a bit impatient because they could barely see anything. Sunghoon could almost sense it, and as he turned his head to look at his two best friends, he found Jake fiddling with his can while Jay tapped his hand in wait.

"Hyung, let's move to the bed," Sunghoon breathed out, pulling Della away from him and up from the sofa. Della whined at the loss but let herself be moved around like a doll. "Be fucking patient. You were willing to wait for a month, you can definitely handle a few seconds," Sunghoon slapped her lightly.

DellaTheMasochist only gave him an annoyed look with a bratty pout, making him slap her once more.

"Oh you're gonna be a little brat, huh? I'll deal with you fucking later," he then carefully pushed her to Jay's arms, causing Della to smile in adoration. No matter how rough sex is with Sunghoon, he's still a huge softy.

"Well hello there," Jay caught her with one hand. "Were you being a bit bratty?" he asked while fixing her hair gently.

"No, never," Della shook her head innocently. Sunghoon grinned as he opened himself a can, sitting on the bed beside Heeseung.

Her absolute brattiness only comes out to Sunghoon. She's an angel with Jay, putty with Jake, and a dominant with Heeseung.

"Of course not, you're our princess," Jay breathed down her neck and captured a nipple in his mouth. He blindly handed Jake his drink so he could use both hands to hug her waist. He spent a few minutes slowly enjoying her boobs, leaving hickeys all around the area.

The three knew that Jay liked his intimacy, so they didn't interrupt.

He eventually laid her between himself and Jake, opting to just stroke her hair for now. Della was settling into a more comfortable position when Jay noticed that Jake's hands were now free from the cans he was holding.

He gestured for the Aussie to begin, eliciting a grin from Jake before hovering above Della.

"Hi, baby," Jake whispered. His attractive face and accent left a small blush to her cheeks. "I missed you," he connected their lips together in a steamy kiss.

The thing with Dake is that they don't always have a clear dominant in the bedroom. Most times it's Jake while others it's Della. What's crystal is that they are really passionate together. Practically straight out of an erotic movie.

"I'm still annoyed about Triple N but I miss you too much to fucking care right now," he ran his hands down from her sides, eventually tugging her shorts and panties down as far as he could. "Just wanna devour you."

He then proceeded to make his way down until he was off the bed with his face in between her legs. He completely got rid of her lower garments and took a deep breath, biting his lip before diving into her heat. One of his favourite things to do with her, and something that she desperately needed.

"Ah fuck!" Della threw her head back, pressing her thighs against his head. "Ahhh Jakey!" she whined.

"Sensitive babyy," Jay cooed and held her face with his hand. "You almost gave this up for a month, you know?" he left small kisses all over her face.

"November's my birthday month, she ain't gonna give this up for the whole thirty," Jake pulled back slightly to comment. With his accent and slight mumbling, Jay could barely understand what he was saying. Della, however, understood perfectly.

"I told you that I would give you an exception, right?" Della's answer just connected the dots for Jay. Big mistake.

"You promised him an exception?" Jay halted his caresses to seriously ask. But Jake had resumed his mission, and Della is far too distracted to answer. "Fucking answer me– you gave him an exception?" he tightened his grip on her face.

"Y-yeah, for his birthday," Jay let out a scoff at her answer and humourlessly chuckled.

"I was gonna go easy on you and let these guys do their own thing," his voice turned rough, something he didn't think he would do tonight. "But you were gonna give Jake an exemption and that– pay attention," he slapped her lightly when she moaned to his face.

"Sorry, oppa," Della whined, finding it difficult to concentrate when Jake's mouth was pleasuring her so well.

"It pisses me off," Jay whispered roughly. "Instead of just calling the challenge off, you were gonna make the three of us wait 'til the end," he smirked at how hard she was struggling to contain her sounds of pleasure. He let go of her roughly to sit up."Sorry man, I gotta take it from here," he pat Jake's shoulder.

"Mmkay," Della moaned loudly when Jake gave out one last suck to her clit. "I call dibs on cleaning her off though," he smiled widely while licking his wet lips.

"Deal," Jay immediately flipped Della over onto her stomach. "Tsk tsk tsk, Lala..." he swiftly took his shorts and boxers off in one go. "Stay down," he firmly instructed as he removed her restrains.

The three boys couldn't stop the grin when they watched Jay unleash his beast. The Jay they've seen before was nowhere near as aggressive.

"Have fun, bro," Sunghoon hollered. "Have fun, princess," he toasted his beer at Della when she made eye contact.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, yeah?" Jay whispered in her ear. He noticed the goosebumps that rose on her back as he was lifting her hips and parting her legs. "Hold on tight," he warned, handing her a pillow.

He bit the bottom of his sleeveless shirt just so he could get a clearer look of his shaft rubbing against her folds.

"Aghh," both Della and Jay groaned when his full length entered her. "Fuckk!" after ten days, he knew he had to let Della adjust a little. Yet he also knew that she didn't need long based on how wet she is and how Sunoo had prepped her.

So not long after, he pulled back and thrusted into her. Hard.

"Ngghhh!" Della squeezed her eyes shut while tightly hugging the pillow. "Oppaaa!" she moaned loudly.

"God! I fucking missed this!" Jay grumbled out. The cloth was no longer in his mouth and he had his head thrown back. "Fuck!"

He kept his hands on her hips as he pounded into her. Slow, but powerful thrusts.

"Ahhh! Oppaaaa!" Della continued to moan loudly. "Oh my God!" she realised how noisy she was being, so she began to muffle her sounds into the pillow.

"Oh no you don't," Jay grunted. Instead of taking the pillow away from her, he decided to flip her onto her back. Essentially switching to the missionary position. "Oh hi there, sweetie," he smirked at her, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips. "Hold on," he forcefully placed her hands on his shoulders before resuming his thrusts.

"Shit!" Della gasped, struggling to maintain eye contact with Jay as he continued to fuck her in the same manner. "Jay-oppaaa!" she practically screamed. Her nails starting holding on for dear life, scratching the skin of his biceps and her mouth was stuck open with nonstop moans.

The three other boys were turned on as hell.

Jake kept adjusting the bulge in his pants while Sunghoon and Heeseung had to constantly shift in their seats.

Waiting was especially hard for Heeseung as he barely got to touch Della in ten days. So he downed two cans and working on his third in no time, making him slightly tipsy and extremely impatient.

And the sight of her mouth opening just reminded him of something.

"That's it," he crawled across to Jella's side of the bed. "Sunghoon said we were moving to the bed, so you're not done sucking me off," he sat on his knees beside Della's. "Sorry, Jongseong-ah," he breathed out and helped guide Della's mouth to his length.

"By all means, hyung," Jay pulled away and halted his movement to let Della find a comfortable position. "You better do your best. We know you can do it, baby," he whispered to Della, taking off his shirt as he waited.

"Shittt!" Heeseung moaned practically straight after Della's mouth wrapped around him. "There you go, baby– just like that," he assisted by thrusting so that all she had to do was just suck around him and pump what she can't.

"I'll start moving again," Jay began thrusting as soon as he alerted Heela. "Aghh," he grunted, furrowing his eyebrows together. The view of Della sucking someone off in front of him just made him want to fuck her even harder.

He needs to hear her moans even if they were muffled.

"Ahh! Lala!" Heeseung whined when Della kept moaning around him. "Just like that! Sooo good! Nghh!"

Since his mind was foggy from the alcohol, he didn't even bother to hold back on his moans. Even when they start to get a little too subby.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon and Jake wanted to join in so badly, but fear that they would overwhelm their baby. Though they can't just sit there and do nothing.

So they decided to devise a plan for when their turn comes.

"Have you... ever done anal?" Sunghoon awkwardly asked Jake after covering his dick with a pillow. "Like do it from the butt?"

"Me or Della?" Jake's question made the ice prince slap his arm.

"Della, of course," Sunghoon scolded.

"Ack! No– I just gotta make sure I understood what you meant," Jake explained. "No, we haven't."

"I have and I brought condoms and lube," Sunghoon pointed at his luggage. "So here's the thing... Della has been quite curious to try like.. two people.. like.." Sunghoon tried to find the words to explain it in a way that Jake would understand, knowing that the guy mostly knows English sexual terms.

"Like at the same time? Double?" Jake asked while bringing his hands up for gesture.

"Uh, double," Sunghoon nodded, instantly feeling awkward again. "Do you... wanna try it with me? It's her first time and maybe you can do the... back because you've never tried it before."

Jake was quick to make up his mind, all thanks to the two beers he had downed.

"Let's do it," he raised his hand to dap Sunghoon up. "Jellahoon, am I right?"

"Of course," Sunghoon grinned.

"Fuck! I can't cum already!" Heeseung grit his teeth and slowed down his hips. "Lalaaa," he whined.

It was then when Della finally pulled away from the blowjob. She looked into his eyes whilst her hand kept pumping his shaft.

"Heeseung, babyy. What did I tell you about holding back?" she forced herself to restrain her moans just so she could remind him who's in charge.

Fortunately, Jay, who was finding the exchange amusing (also wanting Della all to himself during his orgasm), had slowed down his thrusts to help her focus.

"To never do that because only bad boys hold back," Heeseung's rational thoughts went straight out the window. He was fully going to show his dongsaengs that Lee Heeseung is a sub. A major one. "But I'm not even inside you yet!"

"Come here, baby," Della got up from her position. "I'll be back," she placed a quick kiss on Jay's lips.

"Go ahead," Jay was so intrigued at his hyung and girlfriend's new side that he didn't care about his delayed orgasm— as long as he gets it straight after Heeseung reaches his.

"Poor babyy," Della cooed at Heeseung, brushing his hair back. "Why don't you sit comfortably and let Lala do the work?"

The 02z watched in amazement as they discover how their hyung is actually like in bed. They watched him obey Della's instructions like clockwork, as if he's done this a million times.

He rested his back against the pillows with his legs ajar. His large bambi eyes were stuck on Della the whole time, looking absolutely lovestruck.

"Take off your shirt," Della pointed lazily, getting on top of his lap. "You're a good boy, right?" she connected their foreheads together and aligned him to her entrance.

All Heeseung could do was nod enthusiastically.

"Then don't hold back," Della whispered before sliding down on his length.

"Ahh!" both Heeseung and Della let out high-pitched moans. As Della bounced up and down, Heeseung's hands automatically went to wrap around her waist.

"Sh-shit!" Heeseung hugged her tighter while squeezing his eyes shut. Because he was already close earlier, it took no time for him to reach that point again. "Lalaaa!"

"Feel so good, Heeseung– ahhh!" when it comes to Heeseung, Della (most of the time) tries to compose herself. She's taking care of him after all.

"Shit– is that what it looks like when Della rides you?" Sunghoon asked under his breath. "That's fucking hot."

His hand then tried to secretly stimulate himself, making sure that neither Jake or Jay could notice. Jay, on the other hand, was openly pumping himself, not caring that his best friends could be looking.

"Damn, you're pretty big, bro," Jake suddenly blurted out at Jay. "Nice one."

"Thanks, I guess," Jay chuckled and kept moving his hand, not feeling awkward in the slightest.

"Why were you looking at his dick?" Sunghoon snickered, but that brought Jake's attention to him and that's when the latter noticed his sneaky hand.

"Why are you secretly jacking off? Just do it like Jay, no balls!" Jake slapped his calf. "We're literally in the middle of a fivesun—"

"Fivesome," Jay corrected him.

"Fivesome!"

"Ew, no! I feel so exposed! Like I'll be jerking off in front of you!" Sunghoon completely removed his hand from his dick. "And it's easy for you to say! You're still fully clothed!"

"It's not like we've never seen you naked bef–"

"02z, if you're not gonna suck each other off then shut the fuck up," Della interrupted their bickering while making eye contact. "Your hyung's trying to cum in peace."

"Yes ma'am," "Sorry," "Sorry," they all apologised quietly, hoping that no one notices their erection hardening even more. They hate admitting their thirst for Della's dominance.

Or to be accurate; They love her dominance, yet hate admitting their desire to be like Heeseung.

But it's not like the 02z have never been docile to DommeDella.

"Sunghoon, don't be fucking weird or I'll repeat last month's occurrences," Della's threat immediately made Sunghoon's skin erupt in goosebumps. He just hopes that she won't elaborate and reveal to his friends what exactly happened.

Thankfully, she didn't.

"Are you okay, baby?" Della went back and cooed to Heeseung, keeping her pace steady as she cradled his head.

"I'm gonna cuuuum," he sobbed. "Fuck! Lalaaa!"

"There you go. Don't hold back, Heeseung baby," Della mustered up all the energy she had to quicken her pace.

"Ahhhh! Lalaaa!" Heeseung used his tight hold to assist her bounces before ultimately letting out a loud gasp as he released spurts and spurts of warm cum. "Oh my God, babyy," he sighed and relaxed his shoulders.

"Good boyy," Della halted her thrusts, caressing his hair lovingly. "Filling me up soo good," she placed tiny kisses on his head. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Lala," Heeseung breathed out. "Thank you," he pulled himself away to connect their lips.

They were stuck in a slow make-out session for a while before Jay grew impatient and pulled Della away from the older.

"You didn't forget about me, did you?" Jay grumbled in her ear. "I gave you time to fuck hyung but now you forgot about us?" he lifted her up like she weighed nothing and placed her front facing down.

"You're being rude, Jay. Your hyung needed to—" Della cut herself off with a gasp when Jay landed a firm spank on her ass.

"You're not in control no more," he said in a low voice, lifting her waist up slightly. "Where are your manners?"

"I'm sorry, oppa," Della whimpered when he spread her pussy lips. She could feel Heeseung's cum slowly pouring out of her. As always, he came a lot.

"Shitt– hyung," Jay called for Heeseung to see. The latter had pretty much sobered up from earlier and is back to his usual self.

And at least for now, he still had not realised what he had done in front of his dongsaengs.

"Keep it in, baby," Heeseung took two of his fingers and pushed the cum back inside her, causing Della to gasp. "Add onto it, Jongseong," he patted Jay's bare shoulder with his clean hand before heading towards the bathroom.

"My pleasure," Jay whispered. He wrapped his arms around Della's body and instantly pushed himself inside her once again. "Fuckkk, Della."

"Yess! Oppaa!" Della squeezed her eyes shut, letting out babbles of words that barely made any sense. She could feel Heeseung's cum slowly absorbing inside her as Jay fucked it deeper. The sounds of the moisture only turning on everyone in the room more.

"Fuck! You're gonna cum soon, aren't ya?" Jay's hard-but-slow pace tried to quicken when he felt Della tightening around him. "Just a little more, baby– Oppa's almost there, wait for me," he left kisses on the side of her face as he tried to concentrate on cumming together with his girl.

Fortunately for him, Della knows exactly what to do in this situation.

"Fill me up good, oppa. Make me feel so full," Jay had never verbally admitted it to her, but she knows that he has a breeding kink. "Stuff me full of—"

"FUUUUCK, I'm cumming!" Jay's left hand frantically went to search for Della's. "C'mere baby," while his right hand went to bring her face to his.

They connected their lips together, essentially muffling their moans (and screams). Della used her free hand to hold onto his head, making the scene look even more sweet.

"I love you, Della," Jay mumbled against her lips.

"I love you, Jay," Della whined at the feeling of her own orgasm mixed with Jay's (and Heeseung's). "So, so much."

"So, so much," Jay left a final kiss on her forehead before getting off of her back. His eyes immediately went to her cum-filled entrance. "Good girl, keep it in," he grunted, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of barely any cum leaking out.

He chuckled when Della wiggled her ass for fun. "How cute," he slapped her ass and stood up. "Agh fuck, you really milked me dry."

"Come on, it hasn't been THAT long, guys," Della rolled her eyes. "We didn't even last the whole month."

Just as she finished talking, a harsher slap was placed on her ass.

"You fuck four men on a daily basis– you still think you could've handled it?" Sunghoon asked, flipping Della onto her back. "Do I also need to remind that you were the one who gave in first? YOU?" he grabbed onto her leg to pull her closer to the edge of the bed and closer to him. "Don't make me teach you a lesson."

"Go easy on her, Sunghoon-ah. She's about to receive a handful with you and Jaeyun," Heeseung reminded. He grabbed Jay's and his cans of beer before joining Jay on the bed. The two were now dressed in their boxers.

"Yeah, just shut up and let's do our shit," Jake impatiently took off his pants but kept his shirt on, only removing his zip-up. "You've done anal, baby?" Della nodded her head in enthusiasm. "Yeah? And you like it?"

"Mhmm! Are we doing what I think we're doing?" Jake chuckled at her excitement.

"You're adorable. Isn't it gonna hurt, baby?" the tips of Jake's fingers began grazing Della's thigh.

"I wanna be closer to my men," Della gave out a seductive look to both Jake and Sunghoon, making sure to use Korean so Sunghoon would understand.

"How cute," Sunghoon mumbled. "Don't forget your safe words," he ran a hand through Della's hair before laying down on the bed, legs still seated on the edge.

"Is she getting on top of you or me?" Jake asked his partner. "Isn't it more comfortable with you on top?"

"I mean... It's easier for me to thrust but it's more comfortable for her to hug me, no?" Sunghoon explained. "Won't it be unstable if she lays on her back?"

"No– Della should be on her stomach, on her back is difficult, I think," Heeseung pointed at the three.

"Are you doing double?" Jay's eyes widened when he realised what they were discussing.

"Uh," Jakehoon replied briefly.

"Then Della should be on her stomach and the one who does the back thrusts from behi– on top," Jay gave his take.

"No– the reason why I say she should be on her back is because she needs to be distracted from the pain and Sunghoon would be able to thrust and properly do that," Jake tried to explain his take. "Otherwise his movements are limite—"

Their discussion was cut off by a loud groan from Della, followed by the girl hovering over Sunghoon chest-to-chest.

"Stop taking so fucking long and just fuck me," she wasted no more time and slipped Sunghoon's cock into her entrance.

"Oh my God!" "Oh fuck!" the two hissed at the sudden feeling.

"Fucking finally!" Sunghoon threw his head back. "Come here, kitten," he repositioned Della a little so he could move more comfortably.

Thanks to his long legs, all he needed to do so was to hold her in place.

"So fucking tight," he said with gritted teeth. He was never one to make a lot of noises in bed, but with his buddies around, he's determined to look cool. He was gonna try to contain his facial expressions, which is something he never holds back on.

Yet his plan went straight out the window when Della adorably cuddled into his chest.

"Oppaaa," she whined.

"Aww, kitten– my princess," he cooed, bringing one of his hands to hug her close. "Does that feel good, kitten?"

Della could only mew louder and nuzzle her head more, making all four boys coo at the sight.

"This seems enough for you, baby. Do you really need more?" Jake went up to her face to tease while his lubed finger equally teased her back entrance.

Della looked into his eyes and said the one name that the two have kept a secret for a long time.

"Please, daddy?"

Jake halted for a second, taken aback at the sudden change of mind. He was not one to be shy about his kink, but Della was a bit apprehensive that the members just won't understand.

But weirdly enough, none of the boys reacted, as if they already knew of the fact.

"Sunghoon, stop moving for a second," Jake went back to his position and squeezed more lube onto Della's hole. "Stay relaxed, darling," he warned Della before pushing a finger in.

"Mmm," she closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"I'm right here, princess," Sunghoon whispered in her ear. "Relax some more," and immediately continued his movements.

"There ya go, good girl," Jake muttered, slowly twisting and pumping his finger. When Della was almost fully relaxed and resumed her previous moaning, Jake gradually added another finger in and followed by another once she adjusted to that as well. "Such a good girl."

"Ahh! I'm gonna cum!" Della announced, pushing her upper body up to catch a glimpse of what Jake's doing. "Fuck!" her eyes rolled back as she turned back to Sunghoon. "Oh my Goodness!" her moans only got louder when she looked at Sunghoon's facial expressions.

As always, his eyebrows were furrowed the whole time while he switched between biting/licking his lips, having his mouth open or gritting his teeth. He had completely forgotten about his initial plan of restraining himself.

"Go cum, darling," he choked out, giving his last few hard thrusts after Della threw her head back and cried out.

He almost let out a sigh of relief. If Della waited just a few seconds longer, he too would've been calling to cum and he did not want that just yet.

"Relax a bit, kitten," neither Sunghoon nor Jake pulled out, but they wanted to give Della time to catch her breath.

"What a good girl," Jay noticed Jake ripping open the condom wrapper and immediately sprung to action. "Taking four men so well," he continued to drop praises while caressing her hair.

"If it gets too much, please let us know and Jake can jerk off for the night or something," Heeseung also joined in with a joke.

"Hyung!" Jake whined. He somehow successfully got the condom on with just one hand, and is now lathering his length with the lube.

"Byee daddy" Jay added fuel to the fire by grinning and waving at him.

"Shut the fuck up, Jay, I complimented you earlier," Jake sent a glare at his friend.

"The tension is insane. Now kiss," Della lifted her head to comment.

No matter how many times she has teased them, they have never expressed or voiced their discomfort, which she knows they aren't afraid to do. In Della's mind, this would imply that the possibility of it happening is not zero.

"Aish Lalaa!" "Eyy!" "Babe!" "Aghh" the four boys complained, with Jake adding an additional smack to her ass.

"You think his dick is big, right? You have my permission and sucking ONE dick does not make you ga—"

"Okay, that's enough," Sunghoon spoke up and gave her one hard thrust. "Jake and I still need to cum, princess. Stop the yapping."

"I'm sorry, oppa," Della whimpered, bringing her head down to rest on Sunghoon's chest again.

"I'm only letting you off since you've been so good to us, understand? Don't test my patience," he said in a low voice, his hips starting to move in a steady pace once again.

"Understood," Della let out a high-pitched moan at the stimulus but was cut off with her own gasp as Jake pulled his fingers out.

"I'm putting it in," Jake breathed out. He squeezed some more lube on Della's rim before slowly entering. "FUCK!"

"Mmh!" Della had her eyes squeezed shut, trying to adjust to his size (especially with Sunghoon in her other hole).

"Our strong baby," "Such a good girl," Jay and Heeseung showered her in praises, using their hands to caress her arm and back while Sunghoon does so with her hair.

"Fuck– so fucking tight," Jake threw his head back when he was fully inside her. "Hang in there, baby, good job," he smoothed his hand over her ass.

"Yellow?" Heeseung asked about the safe word, just in case.

"Green," she quickly answered. "Can you move slowly, oppa?" her head shifted to make eye contact with Sunghoon.

"Of course, darling," he placed a kiss on her hair before slowly pumping her. "Shit, kitten," he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

Because of Jake, she felt tighter than usual but was still wet as ever. He knew he couldn't last long, especially after nearly cumming earlier.

"Jaeyun, please move," Della breathed out, starting to feel pleasure again.

Both Jake and Della let out a loud gasp at the sensation. The pace began to quicken in no time, making the scene look like it came straight out of an incognito site.

"Oh my– fuuuuuuck!" Della moaned loudly, feeling fuller than she's ever felt. "Oppaaa! Daddyyyy!" little tears began pooling in the corner of her eyes. "Aaaaaaahhh!"

"So good, baby. Taking both of us so well," Jake leaned forward to mumble in her ear. "Shittt, so tight baby," his face held a large smile and left temporary hickies around her neck and shoulders. "My good girl."

There's no doubt that the back end is tighter, but Jake's favourite was really the sight of having two of her holes stuffed, and the fact that him and Sunghoon were the first ones to do that.

The three were so into each other that they didn't notice Heeseung getting up to retrieve Sunghoon's old, red iPhone. He knew that they would want the scene to be recorded— for their eyes only, of course.

"I'm recording," Heeseung announced before pressing record. They all turned to Heeseung for a second and resumed like nothing happened.

"Come here, kitten," Sunghoon grunted, pulling Della's face in for a kiss. She moaned into his mouth when she felt her two best friends quicken their pace.

She noticed Jake tugging at her hair, so she broke the kiss off to then connect her lips with his, bringing a hand back to hold his head in place.

Jay, who did not want to just lay there beside them, started playing with Della's tits while palming himself. He personally doesn't need more, but he did not want the video to appear awkward.

"You guys really look so fucking hot," Heeseung commented. He turned off the recording and went back to his original spot. "I wanna kiss, baby," his head got closer so Della could easily kiss him.

"FUCK! I'm cumming!" Della pulled away to scream out. Her eyes were closed shut and her open mouth spewed out loud whines after whine.

"Yesss, kitten," "Me too, baby, me too," Sunghoon threw his head back while Jake buried his face in her neck. It did not take the three long at all to reach their orgasm.

"Jay-oppaa," Della managed to let out, weakly stretching an arm out so he could come closer. "I haven't kissed you."

Jay felt his heart swell in adoration and he swiftly did as told without hesitation.

"Fuckk! Aaaahhh!" Della pulled away but kept their foreheads together and squeezed Heeseung's hand.

They looked absolutely ridiculous being in one big huddle (and it was certainly not the most comfortable), yet that was the moment when the five of them were just connected. It's what they needed and exactly what they hoped for tonight.

"I'm cumming, baby," Jake's voice was shaky, and his thrusts started faltering first. "Shit! Good girl, baby. Good girl, good girl!"

"Shit! Shit!" both Jake and Della came around the same time. The former usually takes his time to ride out his high but he almost instantly pulled out so Sunghoon could finish properly.

Sunghoon looked at him in thanks, immediately adjusting his position and hurriedly chased his orgasm. Della started shaking and screaming with overstimulation, letting go of Heejay to hold on tightly to Sunghoon.

"Shit! Ahh baby, almost ther– NOW KITTEN. NOW, now, now!" Sunghoon babbled a bit as his orgasm overtook his body. "Shit," he sighed and relaxed his body, still holding onto Della tightly. "You're amazing, princess. I love you," he chuckled breathily.

"I love you, my prince," Della breathed out with a smile.

The two shared a sweet kiss before Sunghoon pulled away and shifted Della over to Jake, who was now lying beside him.

"What a good girl.You're an absolute champ and you're incredible," Jake couldn't help but chuckle. "We're so fucking lucky, baby. I love you so much," he then connected their lips in a passionate kiss.

"I'M so lucky to have you guys and I just love you sooo much," once they pulled away, Della's head instantly went to rest on Jake's chest. "Let's clean up before we get too tired."

"Oh no you don't," Jake shifted their position so Della would lay on her back. He got on top of her with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I called dibs on cleaning you off, remember?"

Eventually everyone washed up and got ready for bed. They decided to all sleep together on the makeshift king-sized bed with Della in the centre. They were cuddled closely, but it didn't really matter anymore to them.

"Guys, we're actually really cute," Heeseung giggled. "I fucking love this relationship."

"Just a bunch of bros with our girl" Jake sighed. He held Della tighter to his chest and shut his eyes, ready to sleep.

"For a second there, I thought you were gonna call me a hoe," Della giggled, looking up at him.

"I'm never gonna call you a hoe, babe! I'm not Sunghoon!" Jake's reply made Sunghoon smack his shoulder.

"I will never call her that!" Sunghoon looked at him with betrayal. "I don't even know what that means but I know it's bad!"

"You call her names in bed, we all know it!" Jake protested back.

"Ya– rarely ever, right princess? Only on certain times and we both have no issues with it," Della nodded at Sunghoon's defence. "See?! Don't kinkshame me, daddy."

"YAA!" Jake shaking Sunghoon's leg off of his own.

"Today's session just revealed everyone's kinks," Jay laughed. "Sunghoon likes to call Della 'kitten', Jake likes to be called 'daddy', Della apparently likes anal," he stopped himself for saying Heeseung's out of respect.

"Pffftt, okay mister kinky. Didn't know you could go hard like that," Sunghoon grinned. "I thought you just liked vanilla but you were slapping Lala and everything."

"Why do you like to get slapped?" Jay ignored Sunghoon and asked the girl he was semi-holding.

"I don't know! Sometimes I just like things!" Della shrugged defensively. "I like a whole bunch of things!"

"Yeah and your boyfriends all like different things too," Sunghoon chuckled. "You're absolutely perfect for us."

"Awww," Della grinned but got shy and hid her face in Jake's chest. "I'm sorry for making you all join No Nut November. This was really dumb and I'm also really sorry for losing to someone who didn't even join."

"Don't worry about that, darling. It's all forgiven and practically forgo—" Jay's words were cut off by the boom of Heeseung's voice beside him.

"WAIT!" Heeseung shot up straight in realisation. Della and Jake both jumped in surprise while Sunghoon and Jay flinched. Heeseung looked back at them with horror in his eyes.

There was a reason why he was quiet the whole time. It's because it just hit him how;

"YOU GUYS FUCKING SAW ME IN MY WEAK STATE!"

i gotta be honest, i hate to be that person but i was feeling really insecure about my writing tbh. like the first draft was not hot AT ALL and i wanted this long awaited/overdue smut to make you guys all hot and bothered y'know? i think it's much better now and i'm feeling both proud and insecure but i hope you enjoyed it and happy anniversary! taglist: @duolingofanaccount @lalalalawon @clar-iii @deafeningballoonpeach

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #kang lala #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #jake smut #jay smut

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 5 months

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Mechanic chapter 10

Note: buckle up :)

Warnings: angst/fluff/suggestive. mention of motorcycle crsah, blood, stalking.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You joined your mechanic boyfriend to a belated Halloween party, and a shocking discovery followed.

wordcount: 4,3k

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'Get your filthy hands off my girl.'

A few weeks have passed since you left the hospital. You didn't need the wheelchair anymore, but you still needed the support of one crutch. You and Sihtric saw each other almost daily, but because you really only just started dating, and also because you were both still healing from the accident, you never stayed the night with each other. You both knew there would be little to no self control, and neither you nor Sihtric wanted to rush things.

So you saw each other during the day. Sihtric came to visit you every afternoon after he finished work, still covered in grease and oil, and he'd take a shower at your place while you would prepare dinner. After dinner you simply chatted and watched some tv. Or at least, you tried to watch some tv, but usually it ended up with you and Sihtric making out on your couch until late at night, until he had to go home again.

Sihtric was sweet, patient and caring. You consider yourself lucky that he stayed with you after everything that happened, despite him being worried you didn't want him around anymore. The horrible version of Sihtric you had made up while you were unconscious, who was possessive, manipulative, toxic and simply dangerous, turned out to be the complete opposite of how Sihtric really was. Sure, he's a bit dominating and rather protective, you already noticed, but nothing that would be a huge red flag, and you couldn't be happier.

Except for tonight, you were even happier tonight than any day before. Because Sihtric had asked you to be his date to a belated Halloween party at the car repair shop, and he asked if you wanted to dress as Christine Daaé, because he already had his Phantom of the Opera outfit ready. And early in the afternoon, while Sihtric was still at work, you received a large bouquet of red roses from an anonymous sender. You giggled at how romantic it was from Sihtric to do that, and how very in character of the Phantom.

And when Sihtric came over after work, freshly showered this time to make the evening run a little smoother, he gave you one red rose after you had opened the door for him.

'Princess,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your cheek.

'Sihtric,' you blushed as you held the rose, 'you really had it planned out, huh?' you giggled.

'Planned out what?' Sihtric asked, confused.

'The flowers,' you said, 'giving me this one now, while you sent me a whole bouquet earlier.'

Sihtric looked at you, his smile slowly fading as more confusion settled on his face.

'I- I'm sorry, love,' he chuckled, 'I'm not sure I'm following you.'

'The roses?' you asked, 'you… you sent me a huge bouquet of red roses earlier today?'

'I… eh, what?' Sihtric asked, 'I… I didn't…'

'What?' you frowned.

You both stared at each other, confused. You weren't sure if Sihtric was joking, as you were still getting to know him, and Sihtric had the same problem trying to figure you out right now.

'Are you serious?' you asked, 'you really didn't send me the…' you pointed over your shoulder, and Sihtric's eyes followed and he saw the huge vase with flowers on the dinner table.

'I didn't send those,' Sihtric said cautiously, 'eh,' he chuckled nervously, 'that sure is a royal bouquet. Do I… do I need to worry about some secret admirer?' He tried to make it come off as a joke, but Sihtric wasn't joking right now.

'What?' your eyes grew wide, 'no! Goodness, no,' you chuckled just as nervously, 'at least, not that I'm aware of. I just don't… I don't understand.'

You beckoned Sihtric inside and you both walked over to the fresh flowers.

'It sure is a gesture,' Sihtric stared at the roses, 'now I feel like an idiot, because I only got you one rose. And apparently someone else sent you… what, like fifty?'

'No, Sihtric,' you took his hands, 'don't feel like that. I love the rose you gave me. It's perfect. I just don't understand… I mean, who could possibly do this?'

'You're asking me?' Sihtric looked at you with sudden doubt and insecurity, and pulled his hands away, 'are you… I mean… we're… I…' he took a deep breath and collected his racing thoughts, 'I- I thought we were, you know, kind of… exclusive?'

'We are!' you reassured him, 'I promise, we are. I swear, Sihtric, I have no idea who sent me these. I really thought it was you. There was no note with it, so I figured it was such a Phantom of the Opera move, you know, to set the mood?'

Sihtric scoffed and then shook his head as he looked at the flowers.

'Well, you're right about that,' he agreed, 'but honestly, they're not from me, princess. I'm sorry…'

You noticed Sihtric felt a little uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his neck while he compulsively bit his lower lip, his face a mixture of confusion, insecurity and somewhere there was also a vague hint hurt in his mismatched eyes. And you felt horrible too all of the sudden. You were still getting to know each other, and Sihtric was already worried you didn't want him around, but now he had completely different thoughts.

'Well,' you cleared your throat, 'if they're not from you, then I don't want them.'

You took the vase and walked through the backdoor, into your backyard, and you emptied the vase in the garbage bin. Sihtric stared at you when you came back inside, and watched how you grabbed a smaller vase, filled it with water, and put in the one rose Sihtric had given you. You placed it on the table and looked up at Sihtric, who was still staring at you.

'What… why did you do that?' he asked, dumbfounded.

'I only want your flowers,' you shrugged, and went to prepare dinner.

After dinner you both got dressed up. Sihtric was already downstairs, waiting for you with his back turned, when you slowly made your way down the stairs. You supported yourself with your crutch as you held up the skirt of your long white dress in your free hand. From the back, you saw Sihtric was wearing a black cloak, his half shaved hair was pushed back and when he turned around as he heard you coming down, you saw the white mask that covered half of his gorgeous face. You smiled and felt yourself blush when Sihtric's mouth fell slightly open as he watched you approach. He held out his hand to you and helped you down the last few steps, then he gently cupped your cheeks while he towered over you.

'You are simply breathtaking, little lady,' he whispered and smiled, then kissed your lips softly.

'As are you,' you chuckled as your fingers nervously plucked at his white blouse.

Sihtric kissed you again and then gave you a concerned look.

'Are you going to be okay with a crutch all night?' he asked.

'Yeah, I'll be okay.'

'Are you sure? Otherwise I'll carry you all night, princess.'

'That is very sweet,' you laughed as your cheeks heated up again, 'but I will be fine, don't worry.'

'We'll see,' Sihtric smiled, 'are you ready to go, love? The cab should be here soon.'

'Are you sure you're good, princess?' Sihtric asked and hooked his elbow with yours.

'I am,' you smiled, and a rush of butterflies went through your stomach when you looked up at your mechanic.

'What's wrong?' Sihtric stopped walking when he heard your breath hitch.

'Nothing,' you whispered, 'just… you. I mean, I- I'm happy you're here.'

Sihtric opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted when Finan snuck up behind you two.

'Look at you two!' the Irish man, who was dressed as a vampire, cheered, 'alive and well!'

Finan pulled you in for a hug and slapped Sihtric on the shoulder.

'Alive and well for the most part,' you said and showed your crutch.

'Oh,' Finan grimaced, 'are you going to be okay all night with that crutch?'

'Yeah,' you reassured both men now, 'I'll be fine.'

'Well, you two look great together,' Finan smiled, 'let's go inside!'

Sihtric helped you walk into the decorated repair shop, and you felt a little giddy as you walked beside him, admiring the entire look and vibe of the party and the garage itself. It was crowded and warm, and everyone had really gone out of their way to dress up. People were dancing and making out, drinks were spilled and loud laughter howled through the air, along with the smell of alcohol and of meat being cooked on a grill outside.

Sihtric held your hand as he carefully walked you through the crowd, towards the temporary bar that was set up in the back of the garage. You sat down on one of the barstools and Sihtric ordered you both a drink. While you sipped your beverage, you smiled a little sadly at the dancing couples, and Sihtric noticed it.

'Do you want to dance too?' he asked as he towered over you and cupped your cheek.

'I do,' you confessed, 'but, you know,' you looked at your crutch and shrugged.

'Don't worry about that,' Sihtric smiled, and he helped you get off the barstool.

He placed the crutch against the bar, lifted you up in his arms and carried you to the dancefloor. You blushed at the entire moment and giggled. Then, Sihtric put you carefully back on your feet again, but not on the concrete ground, and he smiled at you.

'Just keep your feet on mine,' he said and wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you close.

You couldn't help but smile and buried your face in his chest as you held onto his broad shoulders, while he carefully shuffled his feet underneath yours, making you slow dance with him to the fitting music despite your injury. You danced for a while, smiling at each other and stealing soft, sweet kisses, feeling like you two were the only two people in the room. Your white dress swayed along with your slow movements, as did Sihtric's black cloak. You stared up into his mismatched eyes, his white Phantom mask hiding half of his face as his eyes kept trailing up and down, from your eyes to your lips and back again.

You wanted nothing more than to kiss your Dane, to feel his soft, warm lips pressed onto yours and taste him in your mouth. You felt your cheeks heat up as Sihtric leaned in slowly while staring into your eyes, and then at your lips again, until he was so close that you felt his breath on your skin. And when he finally locked his lips with yours, you hummed softly as he kissed you deeply. It was a needy, desperate, passionate yet tender kiss, that only left you longing for more once the kiss was broken. You looked up at him, eyes pleading for more while you remembered your first kiss with him, before the accident, which had felt just as desperate and needy. And the thought of how there had been a chance that your first kiss with him could've been your last too suddenly punched the air out of your lungs, and you squeezed his shoulders hard as you pulled Sihtric back towards you, engaging in another greedy kiss, which lasted even longer than the one before.

'Don't ever leave me,' you breathed against his lips with your eyes closed.

'Never,' Sihtric whispered and stole another kiss, 'I am never leaving you, little lady.'

And just when Sihtric leaned in for another kiss, Finan interrupted by nudging your shoulder.

'Okay, okay, lovebirds,' the Irish man chuckled, 'break it up now or get a room, we don't need to see this.'

You giggled and buried your face in Sihtric's chest, while your boyfriend rolled his eyes at Finan.

'Do you want a drink, love?' Sihtric then asked you.

Not much later Sihtric helped you over to a few empty seats before he made his way to the bar with Finan. You took out your phone, feeling a little uncomfortable alone at the party for a moment, until suddenly a stranger sat down next to you. You couldn't tell who it was, as their face was covered by a bloody Jason Voorhees mask, but you gave a polite smile as the stranger nodded at you to say hello. Apart from the mask, the stranger was wearing the rest of the Jason outfit too, complete with fake machete, and they looked rather intimidating. You immediately felt even more uncomfortable when the stranger kept staring at you, and then they finally spoke.

'Is the crutch part of the outfit?' the man asked.

'What?' you looked up, 'oh, no,' you chuckled, 'no, unfortunately that's the real deal.'

'Damn,' the faceless man said, 'may I ask what happened?'

He leaned in closer as you told him a quick version of your story, and he listened to every word you said.

'That's quite the story,' he said, 'if I may show my sympathy, will you allow me to buy you a drink?'

'Oh,' you said, 'eh, my boyfriend is actually getting me a drink already. But thank you.'

'I insist, beautiful lady,' he pushed, and suddenly his fingers slowly caressed the back of your hand.

'I- I'm sorry,' you stammered, shocked and confused, 'I don't… I don't like this. M-my boyfriend- he's… he's-,' you tried to pull your hand away, but as you attempted to do so, the strange man grabbed your hand firmly and pulled you towards him.

'Did you like my roses?' the man then hissed.

'W-what?' you gasped, with eyes wide in fear as your heart was beating out of your chest.

'Your pathetic boyfriend will never worship you the way I will,' he continued, in a terrifyingly calm manner.

'I- I,' you tried to get out of his painful grip again, 'w-who are you?'

'Get your filthy hands off my girl,' Sihtric suddenly said as he stood next to you.

The stranger looked up and released your hand, then gave Sihtric a firm nod and stood up.

'I apologise,' he said, 'I must have mistaken your lady for someone else.'

Sihtric took a step closer to the masked man, and they stared into each other's eyes as the music blasted and disco lights highlighted their masks from every angle. You looked up at both men, the threatening energy filled the air quickly during their stare down, and then Finan stepped in and pushed Sihtric a step back.

'Alright,' Finan said, 'apology accepted, now get out of here, okay?' he looked at the stranger, 'just get out. We don't treat women like that here.'

The stranger threw his hands up and backed away slowly, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd. Sihtric turned to you and took your hands as he crouched down in front of you.

'Are you okay, my love?' he asked, concerned, and he carefully inspected your already reddened hand.

'F-fine,' you lied and choked up, 'I just… I would like to go home.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric said and kissed both of your hands, 'me too, princess.'

Sihtric helped you up and, after Finan checked on you both, Sihtric called a cab and you walked out of the garage, out of the warm air into the cool, clear night.

'I'm sorry,' you said as Sihtric wrapped his arms around you in the parking lot, 'I didn't mean to leave this early, but that guy…,' you swallowed hard.

'I know,' Sihtric hushed you, 'I felt it too. Something was very off with that guy, it made me almost like… nausea, if that makes sense?'

'It does,' you looked up at him, 'I felt exactly the same.'

You wanted to tell Sihtric about the flower comment the stranger made and how it had truly scared you. But you felt it would only make things worse right now. and that your Dane would go on a witch hunt to find the man dressed as Jason. Which was the last thing you wanted right now. You weren't even sure if you heard him right, did he really mention the flowers you were sent? Was he really the "secret admirer"? Because if so, then who was he and how does he know you and where you live? Fuck, he knew where you lived. Your head was spinning at the racing thoughts and you just wanted to go home.

Luckily, the cab arrived quickly, and you found yourself safe and sound in Sihtric's arms in the backseat on the way back home.

Back home, Sihtric helped you up the stairs and into your bedroom, where you both sat down on your bed in silence for a long moment. The only sounds heard were the unsteady breathing of you both, until Sihtric suddenly let out a sob and began to cry as he buried his face in his hands.

'Hey,' you whispered, concerned, and wrapped your arms around him as he cried, 'what's wrong?'

'I love you,' Sihtric said as he sobbed and grabbed onto you, 'will you,' his breath hitched in his throat for a moment while he tired to speak, 'w-will you please stay the night with me,' he asked softly, 'I just… every time I close my eyes and try to sleep, all I see is y-you on the… on the road, bloody-' he sobbed.

'Shh,' you hushed him as you started to cry too, 'I love you too,' you whispered, 'stay. You can stay here, stay the night with me, please,' you buried your face in his neck as you held each other, 'I want nothing more.'

'I love you,' Sihtric whispered, barely audible as he looked up at you, and his fingers began to gently tug at the front laces of your dress, 'I love you more than anything.'

'I love you too,' you breathed, slowly pulling loose the string that held his cloak, 'you have no idea, Sihtric-'

He cut you off with a desperate kiss, still working the laces of your dress with shaking hands, while you brought your own trembling hands up to his face. You broke the kiss to carefully take off his mask, which you threw on the floor along with his cloak. You pulled him back in for another slow, needy and passionate kiss as you unbuttoned his white blouse. The cold air touched your skin when Sihtric pushed your dress down your shoulders, and he picked you up to help you step out of the dress as it pooled down, revealing your matching black lingerie set underneath. Your hands snuck under his blouse once unbuttoned, and you pulled it off, only to expose his bare, muscular chest which was completely covered with half healed bruises and new scars.

'Sihtric,' you gasped, clearly upset while staring at the aftermath of the accident on his body, 'w-why didn't you tell me about this-'

'Don't,' Sihtric whispered and cupped your cheeks, leaning his forehead against yours, 'please, just don't. I deserve them.'

'What are you talking about?' you whispered and ran your hand through his dark hair.

'You could've been dead because of me,' he said, then shrugged, 'so this is the least I deserve-'

'Don't say that,' you hushed him once more, 'don't say those things. You could've been dead too.'

'Sometimes I wish I-' he choked up.

You cut Sihtric off with a kiss before he could speak again. And you both grabbed onto each other wherever you possibly could, while Sihtric carefully lowered you both down onto your bed.

'I'm glad you're not dead,' you whispered as you laid on top of him, slowly trailing your fingertips across his scarred face, 'I believe we both survived because we are simply meant to be.'

'I love you,' Sihtric spoke with shaky breaths.

'I love you too,' you sniffled, 'love me,' you breathed against his lips while his hands moved down to your waist, 'please make love to me.'

'I will,' he said and kissed your lips softly, 'love of my life.'

'And of mine,' you smiled softly as Sihtric slowly pushed the bra straps down your shoulders with his fingers, before leaving soft, wet kisses all over your skin.

The next morning you woke up before your hot mechanic. You laid next to him, admiring his imperfect perfect face for a while, and you felt a shy smile tug at your lips when you remembered how sweet and tender your lovemaking had been the night before. You already knew you were head over heels for Sihtric, but after you both climaxed last night and whispered sweet nothings in between kisses before you fell asleep, you were absolutely sure you'd never want any other guy than Sihtric to call you his.

You pecked his cheek lightly and got dressed in the white blouse Sihtric wore the evening before, then quietly made your way downstairs. You switched on the kettle and mindlessly wandered to your hallway, where you found a white envelope hanging from the mailbox. You grabbed it and opened it as you made your way back into the kitchen, then froze and stopped breathing when you read the handwritten note that was inside.

Why did you throw out my roses? X

-M.

You stared at the note in your trembling hands, and then you heard Sihtric upstairs. You panicked and almost ran around the kitchen, not sure if you should show your boyfriend the note or if you should hide it. You heard Sihtric coming down the stairs, but he stopped halfway as his phone rang. You quickly hid the note in a drawer and eavesdropped as Sihtric spoke on the phone.

'Are you serious?' Sihtric said, 'eh, yeah, we can be there in an hour.'

You sipped your tea and tried to look as normal as possible when Sihtric walked into the kitchen, but his face was deprived of colour, just like yours.

'They, eh…' Sihtric swallowed as he stood in the door, 'the police just called, they figured out the owner of the car that ran that red light and caused our accident. They asked us to come to the station.'

You both made haste and got dressed after shoving down some breakfast, and Sihtric called a cab in the meantime. Not much later you sat in an office at the police station, across from a pretty but stern looking police officer named Hild.

'Glad you two could make it here so fast,' she said, 'usually we can notify these details by email, but it's a little more complicated than usual.'

'Complicated?' Sihtric asked as he held your hand, 'how?'

'You see,' Hild cleared her throat and opened a folder, 'the person who ran the light is someone we are very familiar with. He has been arrested multiple times for other reasons, but due to the lack of evidence he always ends up on the street again. We know he's bad news, we just can't pin anything on him. Sometimes I wish we could ignore the rules,' she mumbled.

You and Sihtric shared a concerned look before bringing your eyes back on the officer again.

'So,' Hild said and showed you the mugshot of the man she was talking about, 'his name is Masema Dagar.'

You both stared at the photo on the table.

'I don't… I don't think I've seen him before,' Sihtric said, while you still stared at the photo, 'I mean, I suppose he was the driver but I never saw who was behind the wheel, you know?'

'Hopefully you will never have to see him, unless it's in court,' Hild said, 'this man is a danger to society. We are looking for him, we have been looking for him since we found out he's the owner of the car, but we have no clues on his whereabouts.'

'A danger to society?' you frowned, 'what… does that mean?'

'Masema is known for his obsessive and stalker-ish behaviour. He can see a random woman on the streets and follow her for days, weeks, sometimes months on end. He somehow finds out everything about his victim. Name, age, job, their address, everything.'

'You suggest he's been stalking us?' Sihtric asked, confused.

'Not you,' Hild looked at Sihtric, then at you, 'her.'

You looked up at Hild and felt your mouth go dry as your head began to spin.

'We have no idea how long he has been onto her, but seeing his track record, the incident fits with his way of working,' the officer explained, 'no doubt he figured out you two were together, and running the red light was more than likely not an accident, but a way to try and rid you out of her life,' she told Sihtric, whose grip on your hand had intensified.

'What… what happens when he gets his… victims?' Sihtric asked cautiously.

'We're not sure,' Hild said, 'we never had anyone come forward about that. All we know is that he stalks and tries to force his way into the lives of those he follows around. What his motive is, we have no idea. He never spills anything when we interrogate him.'

'Fuck,' Sihtric groaned.

'Have you both noticed anything lately that could hint that Masema is still stalking you?' Hild asked, 'because trust me, he stops at nothing to get what he wants, whatever that is.'

'Gods, I- I don't know,' Sihtric said as he tried to collect his thoughts.

'The flowers,' you blurted out, 'the- the roses… he… he,' you gasped at the sudden realisation and looked at Sihtric, 'he was that guy at the Halloween party.'

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cryptocism · 1 month

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Frequency might very well be one of my favourite stories out there, the latest chapter has got me rereading it again and I cannot stop thinking about these guys and their conflicts that are so important to them but so nonconsequential on a cosmic scale.

I'm extremely heartbroken over Five and Six but it was also very satisfying to read. The fact that Three was prepared to kill Five yet Five still saved him and the fact Six went from trying to start a betting pool on who would kill Nathaniel to trying to do the impossible and change the timeline in order to save him is just *chefs kiss, breaks down sobbing*

Also all those moments where it looked like the timeline was matching up with the one Six saw were very intense I loved them

(And this isn't even touching on Three and Thad's whole deal like whooof)

All this to say thank you so much for sharing these funky lil clones with the world, I will be thinking about them for the next eternity

sorry for the belated answer BUT thank you so much!!!! sharing these funky lil clones has been a highlight of the past year so thank YOU for reading :D

#asks #whispers-of-gallifrey

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blacksgarden · 6 days

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Just send a boob your way, I seriously have no idea what it is but you're just a boob, I found out that me and our Prongsy boi have birthdays on the same day, And it made me sooo happy, I aslo asked one ask to Lilly you know @thebestofoneshots, if she would like to write a wolfstar x bday reader on my bday, and I feel like I'm asking for to much, bc I know how much there is on her mind lately, with Remus as a priest, I love the idea and I'm dyeing(omg I feel like I did not spell that correct)over GC bc I love it soooooooo much it is hard to explain how much I love it. But this week has been pretty good, i've started listening to all the young dudes on Spotify because i don't want to read it and i love it so much i think i stared on saturday and i'm already at chapter 23 i love her reading it so much.

Now I must go I also wanted to say that you can always send asks my way if you help with something or need to talk your heart out I'm here and I'm online a lot. Bye,

I'm gonna take the boob thing very positively 😭😭😭 Like yes, calling someone a boob is insulting, but I've always wondered why? It's a human body part? What's so insulting about it? We gotta change it to a positive meaning here, people. Where my Gen Z's at when you need 'em sighs

But yes, I can very much understand why you called me a boob and what exactly you meant by it so thank you, darling! ALSO, I didn't know you shared a birthday with James! Happy super belated Birthday, luv! I'm so late to answer this ask too, therefore so late to wish you... 🥲 Very sorry about that.

And don't fret too much over annoying @thebestofoneshots with asks. She absolutely loves them, I've learnt that myself when I felt I was annoying her too. (I've sent her asks myself, but either I forget to send them or they just get lost in her inbox but it's all good 🤣). Plus, I'm right! 😃 She did write that one-shot for you, and I'm very happy for you that you got a one-shot as a gift!

Also, I know how you feel about ATYD. It's definitely a lot of chapters, plus with the MsKingBean89's oc story also weaving in between the main book definitely gets confusing. If you ever do plan on reading it, I'll tell you now, it's definitely worth it.

I've just been caught up reading this amazing series by Sarah J. Maas, called A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR). Absolutely brilliant. Best decision I've made to read that series. It's just so- urgh. It's infuriatingly good. Read it with such speed, could've been the Flash (not that fast, but you get what I mean). You can check it out if you want to, just felt like sharing 🤭

Thanks for the asks as always, darling. I'll be sure to drop you some as well 😉

#blacksgarden #gardener's tricks

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zeldaelmo · 6 months

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Oh, hey.

I know you outline, do you write sequentially from the outline, or do you write what ever scene you have bouncing around in your head at the time?

Hey! Thank you so much for your ask and sorry for the belated answer, I had a busy weekend.

Yes, I outline. I do it mostly for longer fics and I (very!) roughly use the structure of save the cat writes a novel, explained here.

Most of the beats are wild thoughts about what I think should happen. It can be detailed and concrete or it's just a one liner that I need to fill with plot later. Here's part of the outline for the first chapter of the advent calendar fic:

Usually, the outline gets messier with each chapter/beat. In one of the later chapters, the entry is "Link stands at her door'. 😆 I obviously know what should happen in that scene, but I have no concrete plan of what exactly I want. That's just something I'm going to explore when the story grows. Maybe I developed a pattern of small gestures between them that I want to repeat or I have loose ends that can perfectly be tied up with this scene. I'm not there yet, I can't tell!

That brings me to the questions you initially asked. Yes, I mostly write in order. When I say I have finished 8/24 chapters, then that means I have chapters 1-8 written.

As probably every writer does, I also suffer from scenes and dialogue snippets I daydream about. Those are, very helpfully, never for the next paragraph I want to write but for something further down the line.

If it's not just general daydreaming but I have the feeling I'll never get it this right again, I jot some lines down and either put them into the outline or at the end of my chapter from where I copy-paste them from chapter to chapter.

Most of the time, I can only use 30% of it because the fic has changed so much that the scene doesn't happen how I imagined. But that's fine! Sometimes writing it down helps to make room for the things that are due now.

So, writing out of order doesn't work too well for me because I would end up having to severely edit everything twice over to make the story work. And as much as I like editing, that's too much cutting away good work. :)

#writing #thank you for the ask!

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cakemousse · 2 years

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sunset; sunrise

Ladybug felt it the night Chat Noir held out his hand to her on the Trocadéro. The instant the thunder cracked above them. She knew what it was. But getting the Miraculouses back was her top priority. And so, she decided she was going to keep it professional. in other words, Ladybug chooses to be a clown again.

Rating: T, Words: 3636, Chapters: 1/1

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heyyyyy Emsy @emsylcatac i'm so sorry it took so long but here's my belated birthday gift fic to you! 9 days later xD i hope you enjoy this and that you’re having a good hiday ❤

thank you so much Noodles for beta reading this! ❤

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Ladybug felt it the night Chat Noir held out his hand to her on the Trocadéro.

When she thought she was all alone. After she convinced herself that she was the worst Guardian that ever existed.

Her heart responded immediately when he addressed her with her favourite nickname from him, relieved that he still called her that. She first looked at his outstretched palm, then lifted her eyes, and it happened in the moment she saw his soft eyes and pleasant smile directed at her.

The instant the thunder cracked above them.

She knew what it was. The realisation flooded her entire being and washed away all the previous feelings of failure and regret, like they’d never been there in the first place.

There was only him and her.

And as though he understood exactly what she needed at that very hour, Chat Noir pulled her into a hug, comforting her. Ladybug shouldn’t have been surprised, because deep down, she already knew that’s who he is. Always trying to help, always kind, always loyal to her. Always been there together with her.

From the very beginning.

It was embarrassing how long it took for her to see something so blatantly obvious.

Ladybug was not oblivious to what she felt in that moment. But this was Chat Noir, and getting the Miraculouses back was the top priority in their current predicament.

She couldn’t mess up again. That would be equivalent to letting her Chaton down, and she can’t do that. Not when he’s been there for her time and time again, been her best friend, been her strongest rock, been her best supporter. Even when she’d let him down before.

Ladybug doesn’t want to put him through that again.

And so, she decided that she was going to keep it professional. No slip-ups, no room for error, no nothing. Defeat whatever-the-fuck-name-he’s-going-to-call-himself-from-now-on, and get back on track with her life. So that she can start dating again, and start appreciating the people she loves. For real this time.

It’d be a piece of cake, she told herself. After all, she had more pressing issues than to stare at Chat Noir and admire him in all his beauty…

How gentle he is…

How he has also been with her, and there for her…

...

Ladybug had to keep it professional.

No exceptions.

━━━・❆・━━━

She has seen Chat Noir smile plenty of times. In fact, she would go as far as to say that’s when he looks most handsome even. She can stare at his face forever and ever.

And Ladybug’s pretty sure she’s seen his smile at least a million times by now.

When he’s talking to rescued akumatised victims, when he greets anyone, whenever he’s bantering with her, whenever his eyes light up as he sees her approaching the scene.

God, that last one makes the good butterflies flutter in her stomach. Since when did she start having butterflies around Chat Noir?! He would have loved the pun if she said this out loud, she believes.

Ladybug is the reason why Chat Noir looks so elevated in battles. She’s seen video clips—no, she did not seek out their Akuma battles on the Ladyblog to watch, who has time for that?—where he looks so thrilled in situations when he shouldn’t be. In situations where she isn’t even sure that she could save him and restore everything to how it once was. Chat Noir trusts her so immensely. He has more confidence in her than she has in herself. That thought is exhilarating and terrifying by itself.

She knows he’s also happy whenever they have their downtime together, just hanging out and patrolling and making sure that Paris is safe. Those are the times when it made more sense for Chat Noir to smile, when there wasn’t any immediate danger. She thoroughly enjoys that time spent together, too. Seeing him share that same emotion with her, brings about a sense of floatiness within her chest.

And as she’s said, there are many many smiles. She sees them almost all the time when she’s with him.

But when had it gotten so beautiful?

They have just defeated an Akuma. And now, it’s their first fist bump ever since the last hug on the Trocadéro.

The tip of her knuckles touching his feels funky, but it isn’t enough to distract her from the sheer brilliance of Chat Noir’s smile.

Those upturned lips, sweet squishable cheeks, and the soft but still energetic green cat eyes that gaze at her. His face grips Ladybug’s attention so tightly she could hardly breathe. Her heartbeat picks up pace.

Chat Noir lowers his hand. “Nothing can beat the Cat and Bug team, My Lady!”

Ladybug brings her knuckles up to her face to scrutinise, she imagines a band magically materialising over her ring finger, just like how her magical suit comes into form, and cups her other palm to her reddening cheek.

She knows what this feeling is—

“Buguinette?”

—but she has to keep it professional.

“Hmm?”

Chat Noir tilts his head and regards her expectantly, as though waiting for her to say something.

“Did you hear what I’ve said?”

Shit! Whatever he had said went completely over her head.

Ladybug moves the hand on her cheek to her back while she brings the hand she was inspecting to her mouth and coughs. “What?”

“Nothing can beat the Cat and Bug team! Don’t you agree?”

Ah! Easy. He’s looking to banter. She can definitely do that.

“Y—You mean the Bug and Cat team?”

Ladybug wants to die in a hole.

Chat Noir raises an eyebrow and she’s overcome with the immediate urge to flee.

“You ok—”

“Shoot! I left my oven on! Gotta go, see you soon, mon Chaton. Bye!” And she swings away, hoping the wind would clear her mind, and cool down her pinkish hot cheeks.

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“… was blushing. There’s no way—”

“Who’s blushing?”

“My Lady!” He has a hand on his chest. “Don’t scare me like that!”

She takes a seat beside him and waves her hand, dismissing him. “Not my fault you’re so lost in thought you didn’t hear the yo-yo, it is pretty loud.”

Chat Noir grumbles even more.

“So, who’s blushing?”

He leans back, placing his hands behind him. “Ah, a very close friend of mine. But anyway, how was your day?”

Ladybug stares at his outstretched hand that is just a few centimetres away from her own, “Eh, the usual.”

Has his hand always looked like that?

She has always been aware of how big his hands are—that is to be expected, given that he’s taller than her—but there’s something about them that she can’t put her fingers on. Maybe it’s the aesthetics? The roughness of the outline of his hands makes them look hard and bony. Which is such a contrast to his personality. So kind, so warm, so giving, so understanding. And somehow, his large and generous hands fit that quality of his as well.

Ladybug decides that it’s the duality of his hands that attracts her, and she finds her own hand edging towards his.

Though, it’s such a shame for his hand to be covered. Hers too. She so desperately wants to know how it feels to be touching skin to skin, but she convinces herself that touching his warmth is still way better than having her hands on the cold, dirty rooftop.

She glimpses at the area where Chat Noir sits to see him facing forward, not paying her any mind. Ladybug follows suit, hoping to deflect any suspicion rising from him, but she makes sure to glance back at the spot where their hands are every 5 seconds or so, to see if her hand has reached his.

All the while, Ladybug continues sliding her hand closer and closer.

It’s a good thing the distance between their hands isn’t that far, because she doesn’t know what she’ll do if it takes her longer than a few moments to touch his hand.

A peek at him, and he’s still focused on the scenic view before them.

Good.

She moves her hand in further.

Almost there…

“It’s been a while since we last saw the sunset together huh, my Lady?”

She halts the moment he speaks and gazes at him when he calls her.

“It’s beautiful and calming, isn’t it?”

As much as Ladybug wants to confirm the beauty of the scenery and acknowledge his words, she finds herself captivated by his wistful, shining eyes.

In fact, she doesn’t even want to look at the scenery now, because she’s sure there’s no way the sunset is more gorgeous than his look of awe. She doesn’t want to look at anything else now that she’s focused on him.

The beautiful golden hue paints him in colours that she would associate with feelings of happiness and warmth. His eyes sparkle brighter than any jewel she has ever seen, and the sun reflects such a pleasant colour off his cheeks that she just wants to touch them. But she keeps her hands to herself. Ladybug’s glad that she was interrupted before she could hold his hand. What has she been thinking?!

Touching him was tempting, but just like touching the sun, it’s far too dangerous right now. It was safer to stay at a distance and admire.

She wishes she had a camera with her though, so that she could witness this moment forever and ever. The lovely colours of the golden hour picture added to her room, hung on the walls full of pink and green would be so cute!

Green…

Wait.

Green?!

Ladybug finally catches on that she was so deep in her admiration for Chat Noir that she didn’t realise she was staring at him. Her cheeks burn fiercely. She uses both hands to cover them and looks elsewhere.

“L—Ladybug?”

No no no don’t call her that! Call her by the nicknames!!

“H—Hey,” he scoots closer, “are you alright? Is it too hot here?—”

Stupid.

“—We can always find shelter.”

Cat.

“Yeah,” she quickly stands up and faces away, a hand on her yo-yo, “that’s probably a good idea!”

She hates how high-pitched her voice is.

Ladybug hastily throws it in a random direction. She doesn’t even know where she’s going—the heat within her face is frying her brain—but with her luck, the yo-yo always manages to latch onto something.

And off she goes.

Forget Chat Noir being her best friend. The wind has knocked him off of his rightful place and is now her best friend.

She hears the sound of his baton extending behind her, and she looks back, only to see his brows pinched and his nose scrunched up.

Shit shit shit!

At least he’s following her. That’s got to be something, right?

Marinette plops into her bed face down the moment she enters her room from the skylight. She doesn’t care if she hasn’t showered after that patrol. She doesn’t care if she’s dirty and sweaty and that she’s lying on a newly changed, clean bed lining.

She just wants comfort now.

“Tikki Tikki Tikkkkkkkkkkkkiiiiiiii~” she whines.

“What’s wrong, Marinette?” Tikki’s voice appears right by her ear.

“Didn’t you see? Chat Noir, he—”

“No.”

Marinette grabs the pillow and shoves her head into it more. “I think he hates me now and wants a new partner. I mean, did you see the look on his face?!”

A pause. A pause that goes on for longer than she’s comfortable with. She lifts her head from the pillow to look at Tikki.

It was getting hard to breathe.

“Again, no.”

Her head hits the headrest again. “Oh là là !”

“Marinette, are you done?”

She squirms. No, no she’s not. Marinette wants to scream. How did it end up like this? Everything was fine! She was going to keep it professional! She—

She’s in the process of a breakup and she can’t deal with it! Not again!

A particularly painful impact collides with her temple, and she moves her head to see Tikki’s unimpressed face. “Why would he want a new partner?”

“Because I rejected his offer to help once again!” she cries.

Marinette didn’t think that Tikki’s face could go beyond what she’s displayed to her before, but just then, it did. And a tiny part of her is impressed that such a small creature can convey so much emotion. But she’s mostly offended that Tikki is so done with her.

Tikki then looks at her dead in the eyes, makes sure she has her entire attention on her, and Marinette really thought Tikki was about to gobble her up whole, when she suddenly has the sweetest smile on her face and says, “You need help.” Before floating away to munch on her delicious cookies.

Marinette watches her go with wide eyes. “Hey! What do you mean! Tikki! HEY!”

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How did she survive this back then?

Just. How?

Okay, she admits—only to herself—this is not a piece of cake. She gives up! It has happened before, why did she think she can be composed a second time?

Ladybug’s sure all Chat Noir sees right now is a blob of red, with black dots everywhere else except the top, which is where her jet black hair is. Her cheeks are set ablaze and she’s dying, but she really needs to get that cursed Akuma so that she can put an end to this.

Well… one part of this, not the other.

Not the part where his hands are on her.

Ladybug does not hide what she truly likes; she’s a woman of her words after all.

It seems that the Akuma really hates her today. The aggression towards her never stops and Chat Noir has to dive in to rescue her a couple of times. The force of his body pushing them away from the scene sends them rolling on the ground together each time, arms around each other, and they come to a stop with her on top of him, or vice versa. Either way, her face is always beet red whenever it happens.

She’s sure Chat Noir notices, there’s no way he doesn’t. But she’s thankful that he says nothing each time.

Anyway.

It’s not because Ladybug isn’t paying attention to the battle, it’s because her own efforts to dodge all the attacks are turning futile and Chat Noir has to step in. And even with him coming face to face with the Akuma to defend her, Chat Noir is left totally unscathed.

A Chat Noir fan, perhaps?

They eventually come up with a brilliant plan to make sure Ladybug doesn’t get hit too.

And it works like a charm.

Yes, even for her, though she’ll never admit it to his face.

They still have to evade the attacks, but it’s less intense now that she basically has her body attached to his.

Literally.

Chat Noir carries Ladybug around like a doll. He piggybacks her at times, and the way his claws dig into her thighs as they swerve the Akuma’s attacks has her squeaking.

Other times, his hand snakes around her waist, pulling her as close to his body as possible, for some reason Ladybug wasn’t paying attention to, because she’s busy trying her best not to die from how close their bodies are pressed together.

This time, she is trying to figure out her Lucky Charm. And she’s looking at it intently, but nothing’s coming to her mind. Not when she’s being bridal carried. They found a spot and hid from the Akuma, and Chat Noir is on the lookout while he gives Ladybug ample time to figure out how to win the day.

“Chaton, you can put me down now,” she squeaks.

Guess that’s how she sounds now.

He holds her tighter, and her heart skips a beat. “No, it’s too dangerous. Nothing can happen to you.”

Despite how it looks to others with him carrying her around, his touch is always featherlight and tender.

He has always been so gentle with her, since the beginning.

The observation sets her heart racing. Ladybug’s going to combust if this goes on any longer.

“C—Chat Noir, I—I need you to put me down, so that I can figure out how to use the Lucky Charm!!”

And as though he realises her abashment for the first time since the Akuma attacked, he lets her go, and she falls onto the ground.

“Ow.”

“My Lady!” He kneels beside her to help her up. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” she holds onto his hand and rubs her bottom, “just, stop touching me for a second.”

Never stop touching her.

“Just g—grab me when you need me,” Ladybug retracts her earlier statement and goes to the fallen Lucky Charm, putting some distance between them and trying to get her mind to work again.

She needs this to end fast.

No she doesn’t. She needs to get back to him fast.

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Maybe she only has herself to blame for this.

Her own greed landed her in this situation. Not that she minds, but she’s so hot she can basically cook an egg on the top of her head.

Ladybug isn’t sitting too close to him at first, she sits at a respectable distance from him—enough for her to throw secret glances at him once in a while. But then there really isn’t much to do during patrol. So she decides to just scoot closer to him. And she didn’t do it discreetly like the last time; she just stands and plops herself down beside him.

Chat Noir eyes her when she makes the move. She senses his eyes on her even as she sits down. What started as a curious gaze shifts into a mischievous smile when she looks at him again after getting comfortable.

Then, it was his turn to make a move. He first lays his head on her shoulder, which she really wasn’t expecting at all, so she flinches at the contact. He then starts rubbing his head against her, his hair tickling her chin—that, she had to get him to stop, lest he discovers her weakness.

“Chat Noir, what are you doing?”

He stops and looks at her with that same grin again and stands to walk to a wider, open space behind her.

“Oh nothing, just stretching, you see?” He proceeds to stretch one of the most exaggerated stretches she has seen in her life.

“Silly Chaton,” she giggles and faces forward again.

He continues his bizarre stretching and she pays him no attention. Ladybug would love to look at him as he stretched, but she’s too scared of doing so. She got caught once, she’s not going to get caught a second time.

Chat Noir starts counting out loud and her curiosity gets the better of her. Ladybug is about to turn her head when she feels hands on her shoulders, and Ladybug's breath hitches.

“C—Chato—”

He places his chin on the crown of her head, sucks in a deep breath, and whines.

“Patrol is soooooo boooring!”

He swirls her body along with his and she feels her head heating up. He lets go of his hold and stands beside her, taking her hands in his and pulling her to stand.

“Come dance with me, my Lady!”

Chat Noir leads her to the place where he did his stretches, with a softer, brighter smile now sitting on his face. His hand is on her waist once they arrive at the middle of the open space, and he starts guiding her around in calculated steps. His touch is so gentle again, and Ladybug does not know how she has not turned into a puddle of goo yet.

They continue gliding along the rooftop, Chat Noir twirling her around a few times, and she lets him, because why the fuck not? She's getting a dance she didn’t think she would get in the first place and she’s enjoying it, of fucking course she’s not going to stop him.

She keeps her eyes on her feet, anxious that she might step on him, but he does a great job at making sure she doesn’t. The footwork he sets isn’t hard to follow. And when she’s confident enough to leave her feet to their own accord, Ladybug lifts her gaze to him, and she realises that he has been staring at her the whole time. Those eyes, so full of love directed at her, and her mind is hazy with heat again.

“Ladybug, are you okay?” His voice is warm and soft. “You’re really red.”

This aggravating cat!

“I—I’m fine.”

“Really?” Their dancing has stopped this time, and he touches her forehead before cupping her cheeks. How has she not fainted yet with him touching her so tenderly is beyond her.

“Buguinette, you’re really hot. Are you sure you don’t want to end the patrol to go home and rest?”

She wants to. She so desperately wants to. She doesn't think she can take this anymore.

Ladybug looks down and circles her arms around him, hugging him close, one ear on his chest.

It’s so soothing to listen to his heartbeat that she practically melts into him. She thinks this must be enough to show him what’s going on with her all this while.

It has to be.

And just like how he always manages to read her like a book, he shows her his way of understanding now, too. His arms wrap around her as tightly as she remembers their embrace back on the Trocadéro. She pushes herself deeper into him.

“You’re so clingy.”

“You came into my space and started up a convoluted plan to get me to hug you??”

“I can stop—”

“Don’t you dare!”

#mesfics #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #ml fanfic #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #clownbug #simpbug #simpnoir #gift fic #sunset; sunrise

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idkwhatimdoingbutslay · 4 months

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Hey just wanted to pop in and wish you a belated HAPPY NEW YEAR, even though you had some bad luck with chapter 16 of "dear, hello..." to start. (I'm sorry to see that happened!!) We shake it off and run it back, babeyyy! Also, I'm VERY excited to see chapter 16 tomorrow and to see the list of stories you have planned. 😍😍 Oh, since this is an "ask" and not a fangirl moment: How ya doin? Any new years resolutions you want to share? Take care of yourself, and have a lovely weeeek!! 🤗🤙

AHH omg thanks so much anony-mony !!!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU TOO! Hope 2024 is already going amazing‼️‼️

Thanks so much for the well wishes and everything 😭. It was most definitely a struggle to see a bunch of my work gone but I think I redid it pretty well! We’re absolutely shaking it off and moving forward, it’s all good 💋

I’m also veryyyy excited for you to see chapter 16!!!! I def think you’re gonna love it because……. Just cause 🤭

Once dear, hello is finished I def plan on getting some more stories out. I have even… been thinking of a dear, hello post Uni sequel but I won’t say or promise too much LMAO. That’s not all I’ve been thinking writing tho but no more yapping 🏃🏾‍♀️🤧

ANYWAY: I’m doing good! Pretty solid actually. No resolutions because I’m pretty awesome, BUT MAYBE just make more time for art and personal writing. Also, take care of yourself too!!!! Hope your week is wonderful‼️‼️‼️

#slay?#I appreciate this a ton and I’m sooo excited for the gang to see it cuz I kinda really like it :)

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somewhat-insane · 5 months

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Shadows of the Beach: Chapter Three

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Belated Meetings

Pairing: Ao Lie/Sun Wukong/Macaque

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Idiot gays being idiots and gay, Playful Banter, Teasing, Awkwardness, Jealousy, Mildly Unreliable Narrator

A/N: I'm super sorry this took so long, my laptop charger broke and then editing took a lot longer than I anticipated BUT, luckily for all of you, this is a big(ger) one. About 4,000 words over what I usually try to post. Plus, we get some cute moments between Wukong and Macaque AND we finally get to meet Ao Lie!! Oh! Plus, there's a reference to OSP's JTTW recaps!

In all honesty, Macaque probably should’ve seen this coming.

Or, heard, at the very least, as the large army donned in heavy celestial armor wasn’t exactly known for their silence when marching.

But, of course, a certain someone couldn’t stay quiet to save his life, not when he was as wound up as this, at least.

And for some reason, Macaque found himself tuning into Wukong’s rambled words, his glowing ears angled back towards the king, flicking as they picked up the distant sound of hurried footsteps but, uncharacteristically, the dark-furred monkey hadn’t thought anything of it, too wrapped up in his thoughts about what was being said to him.

Originally, Macaque had planned to listen and try to figure out the patterns the guards followed. He didn’t communicate this plan to Wukong but he feels that even if he had it wouldn’t have stopped the other from straying from it. And as far as Macaque was aware that would count as a new personal record for how quickly Wukong could stray from a plan.

Listening, apparently, was kind of difficult when your very unstealthy companion won’t stop rambling about how he’s going to “take you and Ao Lie for coffee” and then he gets sidetracked talking about how “wait, no, Ao Lie doesn’t like coffee” and how “it would be better to go for cheese tea,” even though “Ao Lie hasn’t tried cheese tea before- or milk tea. I wonder what he’ll think about it.”

“Quiet,” Macaque had hissed, smacking Wukong upside the head. This was, admittedly, a pointless endeavor but he did enjoy seeing the way Wukong pouted which Macaque definitely didn’t think was cute, and if anyone said otherwise Macaque would kill them.

He should’ve known from experience that Wukong wouldn’t listen. He never did. No matter how many times Macaque tried to warn him about something when they were younger, Wukong would always insist that Macaque was just being a “grumbletonian.” Now he just called him a buzzkill. Those shows Wukong liked to watch were surely the cause of Wukong’s declining vocabulary, but with the memes MK had been sending, Macaque wasn’t much better these days either.

Had you asked, Macaque would’ve told you–not without ample snark in his tone–that Wukong was just far too annoying and loud to tune out. But he knew his subconscious reasoning for listening to the other ran deeper than that. Perhaps the familiarity had been alluring enough that he found himself falling into old habits, or maybe Macaque was still in the mindset of trying to find Wukong’s weaknesses and was listening in the hopes that something would slip.

You could argue over the real reason forever but, either way, the baseline was that Macaque had been… distracted. Loathe as he did to admit it.

The monkey’s dark tail flicked at the air behind him as he tried to ignore how reminiscent this felt compared to past missions with Wukong. When they were younger. This was different though. He had to remind himself of that.

Back then he convinced Wukong to let him tag along specifically because he cared about his king and would do anything he could to ensure his safe return, but now he tagged along so MK wouldn’t be abandoned again (as much as Macaque insisted Wukong was still bad company, the kid cared for the fool and Macaque was weak when it came to what MK wanted.)

And if Macaque also got to death glare Ao Lie when they finally found him; that was just a bonus. And it definitely, definitely wasn’t because he was jealous. Because that would imply he had something to be jealous of, and that definitely wasn’t true because he didn’t even want to be able to run his fingers through Wukong’s soft, golden fur like old times, and- … Okay, Macaque wasn’t really helping his case here.

When Macaque couldn’t convince Wukong not to travel to the celestial realm alone, he insisted Wukong at least let him come along to help him sneak around. (Additionally, when Wukong insisted he was ‘the Great Sage Equal to Heaven’ and prattled on about not needing to sneak around, Macaque was there to roll his eyes and point out that the celestial realm was most likely a bit scattered after the Jade Emperor’s death and might not be too receptive of visitors right now, especially not the likes of Wukong. (Wukong was incredibly offended by this.) Macaque even brought up the fact that they might try to pin the emperor's death on Wukong himself and while Macaque wouldn’t necessarily blame them, it would make things a deal more complicated.)

Having a more advanced range of hearing and the ability to travel by shadow greatly increased the chance they would get out of this without Wukong getting trapped under a mountain again, no matter how funny that would be to Macaque.

Idly, he wondered how the court would go about punishing Wukong in the emperor’s absence. Not that the emperor was very key in punishing Wukong in the first place. (Wukong would beg to differ, the furnace may not have killed him but being stuck in there was absolute hell, and he would know.) He wondered if they could even punish him.

Of course, unlike some people, Macaque wasn’t foolish enough to entertain such a thought process and swiftly banished it to focus on more important things. Such as, their current predicament: being surrounded by celestial guards in the courtyard with sharp-looking spears pointed at them, which Wukong mused was oddly reminiscent of the ‘warm’ reception he got at the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

If he wasn’t in such a jittery mood, he might’ve made a joke about looking so tasty everyone wanted to turn him into a kebob. Which surely would’ve rewarded him a punch in the face from Macaque.

Surprisingly, Macaque noticed, Wukong didn’t immediately lash out at them as he had expected. Macaque had prepared himself to have to be the voice of reason and keep Wukong from going on a murdering spree; something he was all too keen to do when he was younger. But, for once, Wukong was still.

Well, mostly. Out of the corner of his eye, Macaque could see the way Wukong’s tail twitched impatiently, annoyed at this interruption in their plan but not necessarily surprised. And Macaque could tell Wukong was weighing his options, kill all the guards and find Ao Lie sooner but risk being punished or be patient and not find Ao Lie sooner but don’t get punished.

It was, indeed, a toughy.

Macaque must admit he was impressed by how much progress Wukong had made in controlling his impulses.

Of course, he wasn’t about to tell Wukong that. Ever. That joke of a man soaked up praise like a sponge. And if he knew Macaque thought anything even remotely positive about him, Wukong’d never let him live it down.

The celestial armies had grown a lot less afraid of Wukong after his journey had tamed him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still capable of all that destruction that had once been whispered about behind closed doors and in banquets as kings bemoaned the status they had lost as a result of Wukong killing thousands of their men.

Not that they hadn’t deserved it, Macaque thought, but blood was always so hard to clean out of Wukong’s fur. Especially considering he was ticklish and would squirm out of Macaque’s hold.

It was like trying to wash a cat.

Speaking of Wukong, said monkey took a deep breath in through his nose, closing his eyes to allow himself a moment of composure–something his master had tought him, no doubt–before he opened his eyes and plastered a strained grin onto his face that probably only added to the intimidation factor by making Wukong look unhinged. Though, that was probably his intent the entire time, “Fellas! Great to see you!”

His words earned nothing more than glares from behind helmets.

“Aw, why the cold shoulder? I thought we were all good!” Wukong pouts theatrically, making Macaque sigh and facepalm, grumbling a string of curses to himself. How did he constantly find himself in these situations? With Wukong no less. And they called him the theater kid, Macaque lamented, running his fingers through his dark fur as he took it upon himself to study the guards around them for weakness. One of the two monkeys had to pretend not to be an idiot, after all.

Despite their attempts to hide it and seem composed, Macaque noticed some of the guards sharing nervous glances.

Wukong, the self-absorbed jerk he was, noticed this and couldn’t help but puff his chest out pridefully at the effect he had on the guards, happy his reputation still rang strong within certain groups. His fur ruffled like the feathers of a proud mother hen, and Macaque found himself rolling his eyes almost affectionately at the familiar sight.

One of the guards went to speak up after a moment, clearing their throat and straightening their posture, adjusting the spear in their hands and keeping it pointed noticeably at Macaque instead of Wukong.

The idea that they would threaten Macaque to keep Wukong in line made the golden-furred monkey’s stomach twist uncomfortably as he grit his teeth, his tail lashing behind him. Despite whatever bad blood still rested within the unspoken words hanging between them, Wukong still didn’t like dragging people into his messes, and that included Macaque.

Admittedly, the tactic was smart, but he couldn’t help but wonder how they knew it would bother him so much. Though, of course, they were probably still working on outdated information from when Wukong and Macaque had been an inseparable duo. He had to swallow down his emotions to keep from spiraling, attempting to focus on the guard’s gruff voice, “What business do you have here, demons?”

With a still-furrowed brow, Wukong forced his scowl down into another grin that looked more like a grimace as he attempted a low whistle through his clenched teeth, “Demons, ey? ‘S been a while since anyone called me a demon. My name was always seen to be far more terrifying.”

Macaque didn’t say anything, just leveling Wukong with an unimpressed glare, something Wukong pouted in response to, though there was something playful about it as his tail swayed, his faux grin falling as he switched tactics, rolling his shoulders back and humming contentedly in response to the satisfying pop he was rewarded with, the noise making Macaque’s ear twitch and, at some point alone the line, his gaze had drifted away from the guards and to Wukong, studying his form that, to the untrained eye would seem casual and confident, but Macaque saw the small telltale signs that said otherwise.

Offering an exaggerated sigh, Wukong leaned against Macaque, much to the shadow monkey’s chagrin, “Oh, how cruelly the world doth treat us, my friend.”

Rolling his eyes, mildly amused with Wukong’s theatrics, Macaque let his companion continue, seeing it as the idle distraction it was. This, at least, Macaque remembered, and he was slightly amused it hadn’t changed. Essentially, Wukong was making a plan. And while he wasn’t the best at doing so, Macaque had to admit he was curious enough to entertain him in this. Just this once, he told himself, despite remembering thinking the same thing many years ago

Shifting his gaze to the nearest guard, Wukong spoke once again, “If you lot must know, we’re here to see Ne Zha.”

The guard that had had the guts to speak responded with a deep frown, the corners of his mouth creasing and Wukong could just barely see the muscles in his jaw twitch as he grit his teeth. Seems like this one was easily irritated, Wukong observed, trying to hide the mischievous grin that threatened to form on his face as the guard continued, “And what business-”

Wukong groaned, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his grin even as his tail swayed with amusement, something Macaque easily picked up on and, while he admired the dedication to the craft, he was left to wonder when Wukong grew patient enough to pull such tricks instead of just punching through all of his problems. Sure, Wukong had been confident before, but he was confident in the way that he would thoughtlessly challenge the Buddha instead of thinking things through. He always ended up succumbing to stage fright whenever he was supposed to act on something other than his impulses.

“Look, I don’t have time for this so let’s cut to the chase,” Wukong huffed, crossing his arms after he had finally schooled his expression into a frown, “if you let me, Sun Wukong, the Great Sage,” Macaque rolled his eyes at the name drop; as if the guards weren’t already well aware of who they were dealing with and what he could do, Macaque thought sarcastically, “and my friend, the six-eared Macaque,” this part gave Macaque pause as he wasn’t expecting to be included in Wukong’s attempts to intimidate them and he definitley wasn’t expecting to be referred to as a friend.

“go about our business, we won’t kill you…” he paused, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes in thought, “probably.”

Macaque huffed out a dry laugh, finally playing along with Wukong by letting a sharp-toothed grin spread over his face.

“Speak for yourself,” he purred maliciously as he made eye contact with one of the guards, letting his eyes flash violet for a moment as he relished in the way they tensed and fumbled with their weapon.

He felt Wukong’s tail brush against his leg as the appendage swayed more adamantly, not doing much to hide Wukong’s joy at the moment. Whether it was because Macaque was joining in or just because of the way the guard acted, Macaque didn’t know. Nor did he want to.

Normally, Macaque would’ve shot Wukong a glare for touching him, but instead, he just gave an almost fond sigh as he shook his head.

Okay, maybe he understood why Wukong liked doing this. They were all just so easy to scare, it was honestly hilarious. Macaque’s thoughts were interrupted as another voice cut into the tense silence.

“We know who you are,” one brave-sounding guard said, looking ready to thrust his spear into Wukong’s chest.

Wukong hummed in amusement. Brave, but dumb, he noted, as that guard was one of the only ones pointing their spear at Wukong instead of Macaque. Obviously, they hadn’t done their research. Not that they would’ve needed to. It’d been a long time since he’d genuinely attacked the celestial realm… unless you counted stealing the map which he still insisted was necessary and no one died which was… impressive to say the least considering it was something Wukong was involved in. Welp, Wukong thought, might as well use this guard to teach the others a lesson.

In one swift movement, Wukong moved to be closer to the guard and grabbed the spear, yanking it so the guard stumbled forward. Wukong let the glamours fall from his eyes, the ominous red glow bouncing off of the helmet and the wide eyes of the being in front of him.

“And what exactly do you think this little toy is going to do to me?” Wukong spoke, his voice menacingly deep in a way that would shake someone right down to their core. Just the sound of it even had Macaque’s fur standing on end, though, possibly not from fear. Wukong grabbed the guard’s head to keep them still as he tore the spear from their grip, spinning it in his hold so the business end would be pointed directly at them. But before Wukong could plunge it into their skull, the sound of a familiar voice ringing out across the courtyard made him freeze.

“Halt!” it had called out.

The golden-furred monkey sucked in a sharp, almost pained-sounding breath through his teeth. And while Macaque and Wukong hadn’t been friends for centuries and had long since lost the ability to tell just with a look what the other was thinking, it wasn’t hard to guess what that reaction meant.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me…” Wukong grumbled as he turned on his heel to regard the figure stomping towards them with a dog at his heels, his aggressive nature startling some of the guards who immediately parted to allow the imposing figure and his companion to step into the circle they had ‘trapped’ the two spiritual primates in.

“Erlang!” Wukong chimed through grit teeth, “How’ve you been old friend?”

“I assure you we are nothing of the sort, simian,” Erlang huffed haughtily, turning his nose up at Wukong in disgust, “for your benefit, I hope you have a valid reason for threatening my guards.”

“Mmm, yeah, see, you’re just gonna love this. Super funny story really I-” Wukong was about to respond sarcastically but paused, pursing his lips and furrowing his brow as he took in Erlang’s disheveled appearance, his hair unkempt and bags under his eyes, even keeping up his regal posture appeared to be exhausting to him.

Despite the incredibly small pang of sympathy he felt toward the guy, Wukong couldn’t help but snort in amusement, whatever he was planning to say immediately leaving his brain, “did your gold fish get away or something?”

An amused grin played on Macaque’s lips in response to Wukong’s reference to “Guan-I-woke-up-like-this-yin”.

Erlang lacked the grace Guanyin had even in those moments though.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Erlang sighed with clear annoyance at the situation unfolding before him. An understandable reaction to being in Wukong’s presence, Macaque mused, his grin still present.

“For the love of- I do not have time for your pathetic attempts at humor, monkey,” Erlang growled. And Wukong couldn’t help but wonder if Erlang found himself humorous, because if that was the case, well, Wukong had some news to give him.

“Clearly,” Wukong responded, gesturing to Erlang’s… everything.

With an incredibly irritated sigh, Erlang crossed his arms.

“Not that it concerns you,” Erlang grits out, eye twitching in irritation, “but not only have I been trying to clean up Azure’s mess–which I can only assume you had ample part in–but I also have to take over some of my uncle’s previous duties for the foreseeable future. Which, even with his power locked away, are not things that should be taken lightly.”

“Right, right, for sure,” Wukong hummed, nodding along but making it very clear he wasn’t actually listening, “so, obviously you have better things to do than deal with two michevious little monkeys, and we should just waltz on through and-”

Wukong was cut off as the guards all step closer to the pair, their spears glinting in the light and making Macaque subconsciously step closer to Wukong, bumping their shoulders together, making both of them tense at the contact.

Something about this was far too reminiscent and the two immediately stepped away.

Glancing at Macaque, Wukong’s tail twitched as if wanting to curl around him in some form. When they were younger, he always had to be touching Macaque in some way, shape, or form, be it holding his hand and tugging him along or wrapping his tail around his ankle, wrist or tail. It was just instinct though and Wukong had to remind himself of that. He had to remind himself he didn’t want to be touching Macaque and even if he did, he couldn’t. The wall between them had very briefly been breached–on accident, mind you–but it was already being very quickly rebuilt. Stronger, this time.

“I’m afraid I can not let you do that,” Erlang finally responded, arms folded behind his back.

Wukong huffed, his grin growing more strained by the second as he kept his eyes on the spears closest to Macaque. While Macaque was ageless, he could still be harmed and killed. And for some odd reason, Wukong refused to let that happen again. He also refused to think about it too much.

“Yeah?” Wukong laughed humorlessly, unglamoured eyes glaring at the guards, “and why’s that?”

“To let two of the most notorious trouble-makers roam the celestial realm freely during the current circumstances would be incredibly stupid.”

“Good thing you’re incredibly stupid then,” Wukong grumbled before sighing, “look, man…”

Erlang’s eye twitched at being addressed so informally by the monkey but he let it slide, if only so he could try and get the two out of the celestial realm as soon as possible.

“We just want to talk to Ne Zha,” Wukong continued, going for civil and unassuming. Succeeding about as well as you’d expect someone with his reputation could.

Erlang’s eyes narrow, “the celestial realm has fallen prey to your tricks far too many times, monkey, I plan to bring an end to that.”

“Pfft- don’t flatter yourself.”

Unsurprisingly, this earns Wukong a glare from Erlang. He expected a glare from Macaque as well but… Macaque had his hand over his mouth and an arm wrapped around his torso as he basically vibrated as he tried to contain his laughter. Well, at least he was enjoying himself, Wukong thought, trying not to show the pride that bubbled up inside of him at being able to make the other laugh though, for a moment he did consider the possibility that Macaque was, per usual, laughing at him but that was something that could wait until later.

“I would not suggest letting your hubris get the best of you. Currently,” Erlang hums, summoning a spear and expertly twirling it in his hold, “you are on… ideal terms with the celestial realm after your companionship with the great monk. Your friend… less so after that little stunt he pulled with the Lady Bone Demon.” This made Macaque’s fur bristle and he had half the mind to correct the celestial but he still held his tongue, knowing, from having read the Journey to the West, that Erlang was a force to be reckoned with. Wukong, despite his teasing nature, clearly knew this too as he stayed silent and allowed Erlang to finish his point, a grace Wukong was not willing to grant to many. “Even so, I assure you no harm will come to either of you if you return to the mortal realm. You are not the only immortals who are being kept out for the foreseeable future.”

“Ah, right,” Wukong hums, “gotta keep that Jade Emporer power safe, hmm? Can’t have someone stealing it. Especially not a little, harmless, monkey. I mean, that’s why you have to keep us out, right? Because otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to stand a chance against us.”

Erlang narrowed his eyes, “Keeping you out is a precaution, we are more than capable of detaining you again if it comes to it. It’s a very thin sense of respect that keeps us from doing so anyway.”

Wukong hummed, though it was clear in the way his brow creased that the idea of being trapped again struck a cord within him. His fingers twitched at his side and he ached for the weight of his staff in his hands. He wasn’t powerless by any means of the word, but it always felt nice to have a weapon he was confident in wielding. His fists were always a good substitute though.

“We would trap you under a mountain again long before we let something happen,” Erlang reiterated, mildly aware of the effect his words had on Wukong. Defiance and pride sparked through his eyes as he barely held back from snarking about how Wukong had lost his edge after all these years.

“Hmm, well, in that case…” Wukong’s brow furrowed as he closed his eyes, a rare thoughtful look pulling at his expression as if he was honestly trying to puzzle out a solution to this conundrum or just trying to calm himself down. Still, the look was fleeting, and within a few seconds, his eyes had opened with a challenging glint.

At that moment Macaque was sure he saw a slight shift, almost as if Wukong’s frame flickered for a moment.

As a companion to that sight, he heard the tell-tale chime of Wukong using his magic.

Golden smoke swirled around Wukong’s feet to add to the odd spectacle but the monkey did his best to swat the clouds away with his tail, trying to hide… something.

While suspicious and odd, it must have worked well enough considering Macaque couldn’t figure out for the life of him what Wukong had done before his attention was drawn away once Wukong spoke again, his ears pitching forward instinctively after being pulled so suddenly from his thoughts.

“Gotta catch me first!” And before either Macaque or Erlang could say anything to stop him, (as if anything they said would be able to stop him anyway) Wukong jumped up into the air and easily landed on his Nimbus, darting off in the opposite direction he and Macaque were originally headed. Which was just really annoying on top of impractical.

“What the- Get him!” Erlang yells, he and the rest of the guards quickly moving to chase after the elusive monkey, leaving Macaque alone in the courtyard.

Abandoned again, Macaque mused with a sigh as he crossed his arms over his chest, annoyance bubbling up in his chest at the familiar situation.

But that feeling was short-lived as none other than Wukong suddenly popped up beside him in a puff of golden smoke and grabbed Macaque’s hand, tugging him in the direction they had originally been headed, his face screwed into an expression of intense concentration as he used his knowledge of the celestial realm to map out exactly where they were and where it would be most tactical to head toward next.

“Wha- Wukong??”

“Clone,” Wukong responded, gesturing back toward the way his clone went and offering very little more in terms of explanation, leaving Macaque to feel mildly annoyed that Wukong didn’t even try to communicate that–the man has telepathy, it couldn’t have been that hard to just mentally tell Macaque “hey, I’m about to make a clone to lead them away but don’t worry, I’m not actually ditching you,” but like, whatever–as he dragged Macaque through a large ornate doorway and into a long and equally impressive hallway, briefly glancing at Macaque to offer a task, “tell me if you hear them coming back our way.”

Macaque opened his mouth to argue, his brows furrowing as he glared intently at the back of Wukong’s head when the golden-furred monkey turned his attention forward, but essentially he decided against saying anything. Instead, he let his ears fan out, closing his eyes and surprisingly trusting Wukong to guide him during his moment of slight vulnerability.

He heard the group's loud footsteps moving away and Wukong's clone's laughter, which abruptly ceased, accompanied by the sound of something poofing. There was a brief pause before Erlang groaned, his annoyance at having been bested by Wukong again incredibly clear, but he didn’t guide the army back towards where they had been before, knowing well enough that the real Wukong could be miles away by then.

Reluctantly, he conceded and told a few of his best soldiers to keep their eye out for the mischievous duo. Macaque allowed himself to bask in a brief moment of satisfaction at that, ignoring the feelings that threatened to rise to the surface if he thought too much about the two of them being a duo. He blinked open his eyes and focused back on the Wukong in front of him, the real Wukong. Macaque pursed his lips in brief thought before huffing out a soft chuckle.

Well played, Wukong, he thought, well played.

Finally, after a while of running, Wukong slowed down and the two continued to walk in silence for a while before Macaque cleared his throat to catch Wukong’s attention. It worked and Wukong looked back at him with an unspoken question clear in his eyes, only for Macaque to respond by pointing at their still-connected hands.

The golden monkey, much to Macaque’s annoyance, stopped walking after looking down at their hands, his brow furrowing in confusion as he tried to puzzle out what was wrong with the situation.

They were holding hands, so what? They used to hold hands all the time when they were frie- oh. Oh. Right. Right… not friends anymore. Just… barely allies. Wukong pointedly ignores the feelings swirling in his chest at that reminder.

His face flushed slightly in embarrassment at his forgetfulness as he pulled his hand away, wondering why Macaque hadn’t pulled away earlier and instead chose to point it out to Wukong. Distastefully, Wukong wondered if Macaque was afraid enough of him to believe he would lash out at the action. However, that couldn’t be the case because Macaque regularly picked fights with Wukong and pushed him to his limits… still, the question lodged itself into Wukong’s mind and he knew he wouldn’t be forgetting about it anytime soon. He still couldn’t get that image of Macaque cowering away from his fist during the Samadhi fire incident of his head. Among… other images.

Wukong cupped his hand in the other, trying to ignore the lingering feeling of Macaque’s touch on his palm, and turned away from Macaque, fur noticeably poofed up as he grumbled something that almost sounded like an apology as he sped down the hallway to put distance between them.

Macaque couldn’t help but snort, rolling his eyes as he slipped into the shadows to trail after Wukong more easily. Once Wukong had finally slowed back down to a more natural walking pace, Macaque emerged, making his presence known to the distracted monkey by brushing his tail against Wukong’s, making him jump and whip his head around, his momentary surprise melting away as his gaze hardened into a glare.

“Jerk,” Wukong mumbled, crossing his arms and looking away with a pout.

“Coward,” Macaque responded playfully, watching in satisfaction as Wukong’s shoulders relaxed slightly and he brought his arms back down to his sides, still looking annoyed and, to be honest, Macaque couldn’t tell if it was because of him or because being in the celestial realm generally set Wukong on edge, as much as the golden monkey liked to pretend that it didn’t.

Another moment of silence passed, this one almost comfortable as they walked side by side, a noticeable distance between them that hadn’t been there when they were younger.

Macaque was annoying, but Wukong had to admit he enjoyed the more casual banter they shared now that they were on speaking terms again. It was far better than having to listen to words chock-full of hurtful intent. No one knew how to get under Wukong’s skin better than Macaque did. And vice versa he liked to believe.

“So…” Macaque starts, once again being the one to break the silence, “what’s the plan?”

“Plan?” Wukong asks, prompting Macaque to raise a brow at him, “oh- right! The plan! Uh…”

Wukong stopped walking, pursing his lips in thought.

“Oh for-” Macaque grumbled, running a hand over his face, “you don’t even have a plan!?”

“I didn’t have time to make a plan!” Wukong insists, gesturing wildly in the air as if that would make Macaque look past his ignorance.

Macaque rolled his eyes with a snort, “Yeah, seems like a common thing with you.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Wukong huffed, gritting his teeth and crossing his arms. Okay, so maybe they weren’t fully past hurtful words.

“What do you think it’s supposed to mean?” Macaque asked rhetorically, glaring at Wukong as he mimicked him and crossed his arms as well.

Frowning, Wukong started walking again, eyes glued ahead as he felt anger boiling to life in his chest, “For the record, I did have a plan for the Samadhi fire.”

“Sure you did,” Macaque hummed with a shrug, following behind Wukong, the distance between them increasing and Wukong feared that was true in more ways than one. Still, despite knowing it would only deepen the ravine between them, Wukong couldn’t keep himself from adding: “And it would’ve worked if you hadn’t intervened!”

“Really?” Macaque chuckled darkly, stepping in front of Wukong and placing a hand on his chest to get him to stop as well, the touch making Wukong tense, looking at Macaque with a furrowed brow as a growl threatened to start up in his throat, “Even if you had gotten the ring out of the dragon girl and into you, you don’t have the same ‘dragon heritage’ that kept her alive. The Samadhi Fire is the only fire that can hurt you. For all we know, you could very well have died. And you would’ve taken reality as we know it down with you.~”

Wukong stared at Macaque for a moment with a shocked expression, his brows raised as he looked into Macaque’s eyes which glinted in cruel amusement, something that stoked the growing flame of Wukong’s conflicted rage, a mixture of shock that Macaque knew that and confusion at why he’d bring it up mixing in the emotional stew.

Finally, Wukong’s warring emotions settled into bland irritation, though there was no doubt something more explosive brewing under the surface as his brow furrowed and he looked away, taking in a shuddering breath before grabbing Macaque’s wrist and looking back towards him with a glare,

“I’m sure you would’ve loved it if that were the case,” Wukong grit out with a huff, pulling Macaque’s hand off him and shouldering past him aggressively. Macaque stayed standing there for a moment, a conflicted expression on his face as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, considering Wukong’s words. Not because they held any merit, mind you, but because he couldn’t figure out if Wukong meant the part about him dying or the part about reality being destroyed. Not that it particularly mattered which one since Macaque didn’t care for either. But it’s not like he could just admit that now, could he?

With a confused frown, Macaque decided it was not worth it to care and turned to continue following Wukong, leaving the tense silence to fester between them.

Admittedly, Wukong did seem to have some sort of odd method to his madness. One that only he could follow, no doubt, but it was there.

Having been in the celestial realm much longer than Macaque, Wukong had some sense of where things were and where Ne Zha would most likely be, so he had taken the lead. Up until this far, walking through a long outdoor hallway with ornate vine-covered pillars, they’d just explored various gardens and studies.

“Considering that kid can’t take a break for the life of him,” Wukong had said, momentarily forgetting about the words that still hung between them in favor of focusing on something he might actually have the power to fix, for once, “he’s probably tasked himself with guarding the Jade Emperor’s power.”

“If you knew that then didn’t we just go to the Jade Emperor’s power in the first place?” Macaque asked, much less willing to pretend that things were fine between them. Not right now, at least. It was easier to pretend when their common denominator, MK, was there. Or maybe in the rare moments where they sat on opposite ends of the couch, monkeys curled up on their laps and draped over their shoulders as they watched trash TV in mildly comfortable silence. But the tenseness between them right now was like a thick smog in the air, the type that stings your eyes and makes your throat close up. Nearly impossible to ignore.

Unless, of course, there was some sort of distraction, he mused. But that would never-

“Uncle?”

Macaque’s ears twitched at the familiar voice and he froze, looking up, raising a brow, before blurting out the first name that came to mind, “Red?”

They both started speaking at the same time, “What are you-”

They also stopped speaking at the same time as they blinked at each other before both chuckling. Red Son, someone Macaque was only semi-recently formerly acquainted with despite having known his parents for centuries, politely raised a hand to cover his mouth as he chuckled, both of them momentarily forgetting about the mildly confused witness standing awkwardly on the sidelines.

Considering Red Son was very young when Wukong trapped his father under that mountain, he had never really seen Wukong as anyone other than the man who tore the Demon Bull Family from its foundations and left it as shaky scaffolding that threatened to blow over in the wind, only kept up by Red Son’s and his mother’s combined efforts, something that seldom seemed enough as in the beginning they were just two grieving demons; a child, young and stripped of his power, forced to relearn the core of his magic; and a mother, hollow without her husband and forced to raise her son alone. It wasn’t long before Red Son did his best to remedy the lack of manpower though, the first bull clones hadn’t been perfect but they were a good proof of concept. Nevertheless, point is, Red Son (despite vaguely remembering a time when he had sat upon strong shoulders–not as broad as his father’s–with his hands pulling curiously at golden fur, the owner of which chuckled, unbothered by the child’s actions,) had long since stopped seing Wukong in any kind of fond light. Macaque on the other hand, despite being physically absent, was still often brought up by Iron Fan in conversation, her tone fond and wistful as she would lament about how often Macaque had to get the other brotherhood members out of trouble. Her stories notably lacking Wukong. As a result of these stories though, Red Son felt closer to Macaque when he was being raised than he had ever felt to Wukong, and after meeting Macaque in person, and being introduced formerly to him by MK, Red Son was all too eager to reinstate the title he had once used for Wukong. And Macaque definitely didn’t tear up when Red Son called him Uncle.

Of course, predictably, it wasn’t long before Wukong got antsy and interjected himself into the conversation Red Son and Macaque had started having.

“Red boy!” Wukong chimed, draping his arm over a now very disgruntled Red Son’s shoulders.

“Wukong…” Red greeted distastefully.

“You’re not gonna rat us out are you?” Wukong asked, almost sounding genuinely anxious.

“If you don’t stop touching me I might,” the young demon scowled, prompting Wukong to chuckle nervously and back off with his palms held out in a placating gesture, which Red Son only huffed smoke out of his nostrils at.

“Noted,” Wukong hums, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head, “so, what are you doing in the celestial realm? I thought your family was taking a break from conquering the world. I don’t think MK would be too happy to have to start fighting you again.”

Red Son scoffs, his cheeks flushing slightly at that last part as he looked away, the reaction confusing Wukong.

“Like I would tell you anything,” the bull demon hissed.

Wukong is about to argue back but Macaque shoves a hand over his mouth and speaks up, not wanting Wukong to start something possibly explosive in the middle of the celestial realm, “What’cha doin’ here, Red?”

“Oh, that’s easy, I came to speak with Ne Zha.”

Macaque grins triumphantly, glancing towards Wukong and-

“DID YOU JUST LICK ME!?” He hissed, jerking his hand away from Wukong’s mouth and wiping the slobber off on Wukong’s sleeve.

“You’ll live,” Wukong huffed, wiping the spit off his chin as a cocky grin pulls at his lips, ever excited to cause Macaque discomfort, “I just don’t see why Red Boy can’t answer me but can answer you.”

“Oh, I dunno, maybe because you’re annoying,” Macaque grumbled, childishly sticking his tongue out at Wukong, pulling a dramatic, affronted gasp from Wukong.

“Well, I-” Wukong started, placing a hand on his chest as he pretended to be thoroughly scandalized by the display, only for his theatrics to be rudely interrupted.

“And an idiot,” the young bull demon added.

“Hey-” Wukong pouted, genuinely upset his bit was ruined.

“Oh, and-” Macaque chimed, only to be interrupted as Wukong punched him in the shouler, pulling a chuckle from him which was surely not the reaction Wukong was going for but he can’t find it in himself to be upset at the outcome.

It was honestly kind of funny. Sometimes they fought like children, and sometimes they fought like a married couple, Red Son mused with a slight smirk, but, unless he wanted to be hunted for sport, he could never say that thought out loud.

“So, what’s your business with Ne Zha, kid?” Macaque finally asked, tail swaying slightly from the lingering amusement of getting to mess with Wukong.

“Oh! I, uh… I came to ask for advice on what to get the noodle-” The demon’s eyes darted over to Wukong before narrowing as he slowly continued, carefully deciding his words, “my… partner as a, um, courting gift.”

Macaque nodded, unsurprised at this information, having been one of the first people Red came to when he first started attempting to court the monkey king’s successor. Based on the nervous look the demon had given Wukong, Macaque would bet that Wukong didn’t know yet. Which also wasn’t surprising, because Wukong was incredibly dense. Guess that’s what happens when your brain is made of stone.

Wukong snorted, clearly amused, “I wouldn’t go to Ne Zha for that kind of thing.”

“And why is that?”

Both Red Son and Wukong jolted slightly at the sound of the familiar voice, though more out of surprise than anything else. Macaque, having heard Ne Zha approaching but not caring enough to let Wukong know, merely allowed his gaze to lazily travel over to the lotus prince, giving a casual nod in greeting that was met with a slight shrug. Despite mostly hating each other, they had fun gossiping about Wukong together that one time and they both cared about MK so they resolved to, at the very least, not be hostile.

Macaque was only mildly surprised when, instead of backtracking as any sensible person would do, Wukong turned to Ne Zha with a brow raised as he huffed out an amused laugh and used Macaque’s shoulder as an armrest, much to Macaque’s dismay.

“Ey! Ne Zha! Old buddy! We were just talking about you!” Wukong chuckled to himself, clearly the only one who was entertained by this situation. With a hum, Wukong addressed Ne Zha’s question, “do you want the whole list or do you want me to just say some stuff off the top of my head?”

With a tired sigh that was usually reserved for exhausted parents, Ne Zha rubbed at his temples. Wukong, for whatever reason, took this as a sign to continue spouting his bullshit.

“First off, you’re like, what, twelve? Second, I doubt you know the first thing about romance, I mean, you’d probably be married to your job if you could be.”

Ne Zha’s eye twitched and he pinched the bridge of his nose. He’s barely even been in Wukong’s presence for fifteen minutes and he already wants to leave. But, alas, he did have a reason for appearing when he did.

However… it wouldn’t hurt to set the record straight first, “just because I am not interested in romantic affairs doesn’t mean I am unaware of the concept. Nor does it mean I would be unwilling to advise the Demon Dull prince and- are you even listening, Wukong?”

“Mmm,” Wukong hummed, picking at the dirt under his claws, “not at all, why?”

Sighing, Ne Zha took a moment to breathe, opening his mouth to scold Wukong but paused as he was struck with an idea and a rare mischievous grin pulled at his expression, the look setting everyone on edge as they wondered what he might be thinking.

“Oh, no reason…” He turned his back on Wukong, which was a risky move considering what he was about to say, “I just thought you might be interested in learning where Ao Lie is…”

Wukong immediately went stock still, his tail, which had previously been casually swaying, stiffened to the point of almost looking petrified. Macaque and Red Son watched as Wukong’s face fell, only for it to morph into something else moments later as his eyes went red and he bared his teeth. His fur bristled and neither Macaque nor Red Son could even think to stop him before he went to pounce.

Unsurprisingly, Ne Zha expected the reaction and leaped out of the way, watching as Wukong stumbled, struggling to reinstate his balance after his target moved, leaving him to skid slightly before crouching down again, no doubt getting prepared to try again.

“Tell me where he is,” Wukong spoke, the previous casualness and teasing aura that he had before completely gone, replaced by this desperate kind of aggression that brought back unwanted memories for Macaque and startled Red Son. Macaque didn’t miss the way Red Son stepped closer to him.

It made sense, Red Son had been a baby back when Wukong was on the journey, he’s never had to see this side of him before.

It had always been clear that Red Son disliked the monkey king, but the fear he had was only because of hearing stories and knowing vaguely what he was capable of. Now that he got to see Wukong’s impulsive rage first hand… he just considered himself glad he survived the punch in the ribs he got when Wukong was possessed.

“He was going to, you idiot,” Macaque finally huffed, making Wukong pause in his attack for a second.

Ne Zha nodded, still tense as though expecting Wukong to try and pounce at him again, “I have no reason to keep his whereabouts from you.”

“You’ve kept them from me this long,” Wukong growled, referring to the time Ao Lie had spent trapped in the scroll, and the group watched as guilt flashed over Ne Zha’s expression.

“I was not aware of what had happened to your companion,” he spoke honestly, and Wukong’s fur flattened slightly, the glamour on his eyes returning, “not until I had to release everyone trapped within the scroll. It was as much a surprise to me as it was for you.”

Wukong glared at the ground for a moment, clearly wanting to take out his anger on someone but wanting to see Ao Lie more. So, he sighed and looked back up at Ne Zha, “take me to him.”

No one spoke for the rest of that walk. Red Son had gone back to the mortal realm, accepting that this wasn’t the best time to look for advice and deciding to either come back another time or ask his mother, though that ran the risk of his father finding out and Red Son was just… really not ready to have that conversation.

That left Wukong and Macaque alone to follow their temporary guide, Ne Zha.

In the back of his mind, Wukong was surprised that Macaque had stuck with him this long. Maybe it was because he was distracted by other things but, no matter how much he thought about it he just couldn’t figure out why he was still there.

More upsettingly, Wukong couldn’t figure out why he was glad Macaque was there.

He wasn’t given much time to mull over his thoughts before the three of them came to a stop in a long hallway with countless doors on each wall. “Guest rooms,” Ne Zha had explained, gesturing to one of the doors. He didn’t need to say anything for Wukong to understand what was being implied, and suddenly Wukong’s heart jumped into his throat and he was feeling uncharacteristically nervous. What was he supposed to say? Did Ao Lie even want to see him?

Wukong wasn’t someone who was used to acknowledging his feelings at the best of times, but especially not in a scenario like this. Ne Zha had hung back, watching as Wukong approached the door, Macaque following close behind and Wukong briefly wondered if he could sense how much Wukong needed him here. As embarrassing of a thought as that was, Wukong had to admit he was glad someone was by his side, even if that person hated his guts. This feeling was only amplified as Wukong once again felt something brush against his tail. He looked back to see the tip of a black-furred appendage briefly hooking around his tail before pulling back, not willing to offer any more than that. Wukong looked at Macaque with wide eyes, only to find Macaque unsurprisingly averting his gaze and glaring at the door, most likely pointedly ignoring the warmth in his cheeks. Wukong gave a soft smile, recognizing the attempt at reassurance and if he had more time to think it over he would probably bring himself into a spiral over it but, that could wait, for now… Wukong took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock at the door, not letting the breath out even as there was a loud crash on the other side of the door as if someone had tripped and then panicked shuffling.

He still didn’t breathe when the door was flung open to reveal a slightly disheveled-looking being. One that was very, very familiar to him.

“Ne Zha! Did you find hi-” Their voice cut off as their eyes met Wukong’s and for a moment, everything was frozen. Or, Macaque would’ve thought that was the case if he hadn’t been able to hear Wukong’s heart picking up and the way his breath hitched after he finally let out the breath he was holding.

Macaque took the moment of stillness to examine Ao Lie’s appearance, though he didn’t necessarily need to, having recognized him from years ago when he had been tailing the group to find out how they were keeping Wukong tied down. He looked the same for the most part, though his hair was slightly tousled most likely from the fall he had taken when scrambling to the door.

The shadow monkey watched as Ao Lie’s lips parted to say something but he cut himself off when Wukong took a few shaky steps forward as if afraid any sudden movements would shatter this moment. Or, perhaps Wukong was afraid Ao Lie would try and kill him just like everyone else from his past has thus far.

Of course, Ao Lie didn’t attack Wukong and instead offered a kind, patient smile. The sight of which had a dopey grin growing on Wukong’s face before he pounced on Ao Lie and knocked both of them to the ground, knocking the breath out of the dragon. Wasting no more time Wukong almost instinctively nuzzled against Ao Lie’s cheek as he threaded his fingers through Ao Lie’s long hair, soothing a part of himself he hadn’t previously been aware needed soothing.

Standing back, Macaque watched the exchange with narrowed eyes, an ugly feeling rearing its head in his chest as he watched Wukong clumsily attempt to groom Ao Lie’s hair. Macaque didn’t even know if Wukong was aware he was doing it.

Recovering from the air being punched out of his lungs, laughter bubbled up in Ao Lie’s throat, and the melodic sound had Wukong’s tail swaying against the ground as he answers with a pleased chirp, not even noticing the tears that began to run down his cheeks.

They laugh together for a moment, just holding each other close and reassuring themselves that this moment was real before they calm down and spend a moment of silence just basking in the others presence before Ao Lie sighs, shattering the silence and prompting Wukong to raise his head from where he had buried it against Ao Lie’s shoulder. Ao Lie reached up to cup Wukong’s cheeks and Wukong almost instantly relaxed into the touch, purring contentedly as Ao Lie’s thumbs caress his cheeks, brushing away any stray tears as Ao Lie takes the moment to study Wukong’s face.

“You look different,” Ao Lie said softly, his voice almost a whisper as he ran his thumb over the edge of Wukong’s prominent eye bags. Wukong’s eyes flutter shut as he takes a moment to just bask in the touch before opening his eyes and meeting Ao Lie’s affectionate gaze.

A soft chuckle bubbles up from Wukong’s chest as he responds, “you don’t.”

“Heh… being trapped in time for…” Ao Lie grimaces, realizing he doesn’t actually know how long he had been trapped, “uh… however long, will do that to you.”

Wukong frowns at the reminder, placing his hand over Ao Lie’s and apologetically nuzzling into his palm.

“If I had known,” Wukong mumbles against Ao Lie’s skin, “I would’ve stopped at nothing to get you back.”

Smiling sadly, Ao Lie pressed their foreheads together, “I know.”

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