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nerdy-talks · 10 months

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Honesty and Mutual Feelings | Solomon X Reader | Obey Me! Nightbringer

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! Trigger Warnings ! : mentions of alcohol intoxication and hangovers, spoilers to Lesson 17

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Author’s Note : After reading/playing through Lesson 17, I felt the overwhelming urge to show Solomon some much deserved love which resulted in me writing this fanfic (which will be under the cut ↓↓↓).

I did use some dialogue from Lesson 17, so please keep that in mind. Also, Reader will be written as MC. Anyway.... I hope you all enjoy! •◡•

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A bar is probably the last place a person who is already under the influence should visit.

However, that’s exactly where you found yourself.

Despite your vain attempts to prevent it from happening, Solomon had insisted that he was “not drunk” and “still had it together”, successfully pulling you inside of the establishment.

Seated next to your inebriated teacher, you both were engaged in conversation as you sipped a beverage of your choosing that he had kindly ordered for you.

Solomon was surprisingly talkative, moreso than ever, which you actually found quite pleasant.

A bit of small talk regarding a few different topics eventually lead to Solomon going into detail about his very first encounter with Asmo and how he had managed to enter into a pact with the Avatar of Lust.

Unfortunately, the mood changed shortly after that. Solomon became somewhat despondent, a gloomy expression replacing his once cheerful visage.

“You keep growing closer and closer to the brothers. And with every step you take towards them, I feel you getting farther away from me…”

“Aww Solomon, have you been lonely without me?” You teased, a smile tugging at your lips which the sorcerer immediately noticed.

“What’s that smirk for, MC? Are you amused that I seem like a jealous child?” He asked glumly.

“No, not really. But you do realize I was only gone for a day, right?”

Your lighthearted answer clearly wasn’t appreciated, as a sudden wave of irritation washed over your teacher.

“Right, sure! You were gone for a day… and then you said you wouldn’t be coming home at all, because you wanted to stay and game with everyone, that’s all!”

“No, it’s not like that. I had every intention on coming back.” You quickly retorted.

“That’s not what you said when I talked to you. Though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, right? It’s not like you prefer spending time with me instead of those brothers.” The sharpness in his voice made you unsure how to respond, not wanting to argue with the drunken man in front of you.

“I was literally on my way back to Cocytus Hall when we ran into each other before.” You tried to explain calmly but to no avail.

“And yet you were with Satan.”

“He was just making sure I got back safely.” You added which only seemed to make Solomon scowl even more.

“Oh? So I guess that requires him to hold your hand?” He spat back, catching you even more off-guard.

“Solomon… you don’t have to feel this way.”

“I don’t?” A bitter chuckle escaped from the sorcerer’s mouth. “How can I not feel this way when you’re always choosing them over me?!”

Those words caused your heart to break. Of course you cared deeply for the brothers, but Solomon was extremely important to you as well. So knowing that you had unintentionally made him feel even the tiniest bit unwanted and this upset really hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Let me ask you something. If I had to pick between them and you, who do you think I would choose?”

The tipsy sorcerer stared at you for a moment before sighing deeply, his gaze shifting downward. “You’re really asking me that now? At this point, you’re just trying to rub salt in the wound…”

“I wouldn’t choose.”

Solomon perked up a little upon hearing this, surprised by your answer.

“What?”

“Or rather, I couldn’t choose. Yes, I enjoy spending time with Lucifer and his brothers. They’ve become the family I always wanted yet never had, and I will cherish them for the rest of my life. But Solomon…”

Gently placing your hand on top of his, you looked him in the eyes. “I cherish you, too. There honestly aren’t enough words to describe just how much you truly mean to me. You have helped me through countless obstacles, protected me on numerous occasions, taught me so many valuable lessons. I will never be able to repay you for everything that you have done and continue to do for me. And I am so sorry if it ever seemed like I was pushing you aside, because I never meant to make you feel that way. I would never do that to you. I love spending time with you and plan on staying by your side for as long as you’ll allow me to. So please… please know that you are irreplaceable to me and that you have absolutely nothing to worry about. I promise.”

Silence filled the air between you two as the white haired man seemed to mull over your words, sighing once again after a few minutes had passed.

“Sorry, don’t get the wrong idea, MC…. I’ve just gotten so used to having you around lately, so when I find myself alone for a bit I get a little caught up in my own head… So let’s just forget tonight ever happened, okay? You’ll do that for me, right? You’ll forget about tonight?” He asked, giving you a hopeful look.

“It’s getting late. Let’s take our time on the way home… go slow.” Your chosen response caused yet another shift in Solomon’s demeanor.

“Oh no, don’t try to change the subject. I’m not going to drop this until I hear you say you’ll forget. Actually, I have half a mind to demand that you promise it in writing right now.” He proclaimed with an intense gaze.

Raising an eyebrow at the sorcerer, you struggled to keep yourself from scoffing. “Demand?”

“Maybe I should even consider having you swear an unbreakable magic oath?” He continued, brushing off your comment.

Deciding it was best to just ignore your intoxicated teacher, you slid off the barstool and headed towards the exit.

“Whoa, wait up! MC! Come on, say you’ll forget!”

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On the way back home, Solomon continued pestering you with a mixture of pleas and demands, all of which earned him zero response.

Even when the fog of alcohol got the better of him and you had to help the man walk, it didn’t stop him from insisting that you “forget all about tonight” as his arm hung loosely around your shoulders and his head rested against your own.

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“I think you were right… I drank too much.”

Solomon’s admission as you laid him down in his bed caused the corners of your lips to turn upwards.

“Really? You could have fooled me.” You replied sarcastically, not wasting the opportunity to tease your teacher.

“Is that any way to speak to your master?” Solomon pouted, making you laugh slightly.

“No, I guess not. Sorry. Just get some rest, okay?”

As you turned to leave, a pair of strong arms unexpectedly wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards.

“Solomon!” You squeaked in surprise as you landed beside him, your back pressed against his body while he held you in place.

“Stay.”

That simple word was enough to make your cheeks heat up instantaneously.

“W-What?” You asked, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“I said stay. Stay here with me… you promised you would, right?”

Turning over to face your favorite sorcerer, you snaked your arms around his lower torso and nuzzled your face against his chest.

“Right.”

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“Good morning!~”

Your cheerful greeting was met with an agonized groan.

“MC, please…. Not so loud.” Solomon whined, massaging his temples in a futile attempt to alleviate the throbbing in his head.

“Here’s some medicine. And some freshly brewed tea.”

There was no hesitation as the sorcerer popped the two pain relievers into his mouth and sipped the hot liquid.

“Oh, by the way. You need to wear your RAD uniform.”

Your statement caused the man to shoot you a questioning glance. “Okay. But why?”

“I forgot to tell you last night. Raphael is arriving today.”

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After officially welcoming Raphael to the Devildom, Lord Diavolo granted everyone permission to go about their day as they pleased.

Before you were able to depart, a familiar voice called out to you.

“Hey, MC! Where ya goin’? Come on, we still gotta finish where we left off yesterday!” Mammon chimed, waving you over to where he and Leviathan were standing.

“We have to play at least a few dozen rounds of Devil Kart. They just installed new maps with so many more obstacles and terrains!” Levi added excitedly.

“MC is coming over? I’ll make sure to buy lots of snacks.” Beel smiled as he appeared beside his brothers.

In the midst of their one-sided conversation, you noticed Solomon exit the room.

“Actually... I have a few things I need to take care of today. But I’d love to spend time with all of you tomorrow.” You responded sheepishly.

“Tch. What’s so damn important that you can’t hang out with The Great Mammon today, huh?”

Instead of giving the Avatar of Greed an explanation, you hurried towards the door. “Sorry guys, see you tomorrow!”

“Oi!” was the only thing you heard as you ran out.

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It didn’t take long for you to catch up with the surprised looking sorcerer.

“MC? Did something happen? I thought you’d want to spend time with the brothers.” Solomon inquired.

“Nope, everything’s fine. I told Mammon and the others that I’d hang out with them tomorrow instead.” You answered simply as you walked beside the white haired man.

“Oh? Any particular reason why?” He pressed, genuinely curious.

“Because I want to spend today with you. After all…” you trailed off for a moment before flashing a sly grin “I don’t want my hungover teacher to get lonely without me~”

Another pain-filled groan left Solomon.

“And here I thought you would let that go…” He grumbled, more to himself than anyone.

“Think again~” you replied with a giggle.

“Seriously, MC. Just forget about last night.” Solomon demanded, giving you a stern look.

“But I don’t want to.”

“Why not?” He snapped, not in the mood to deal with your playful jabs. Understandably so.

You quickly stepped in front of your teacher, forcing him to stop walking.

“Because it makes me happy knowing that I’m important to you and that you need me. And for the record... you’re extremely important to me and I need you, too.” You stated, a serious tone lacing your honest words in hopes of leaving zero room for doubt.

A look of shock was evident on the sorcerer's face as he stared at you, seemingly frozen in place for a minute.

“Well… I’m glad to hear that I can make you happy.” Solomon finally replied, shifting his gaze away from you as a crimson blush spread across his features.

You both continued on your way after you returned back to his side.

“Plus…” taking his hand in your own, you smiled at him. “I think it’s cute when you get all jealous and possessive.”

Before he could react to your comment, you leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

After a few moments, he spoke once again.

“I believe you owe me many more kisses. You know, to make up for all the teasing I’ve had to endure since last night.” Solomon smiled, earning a laugh from you.

“Well then, let’s hurry home so I can start paying off my debt.”

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1989stanz · 3 months

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Well, two days ago I promised a fanfic to you all, so it is here! It's a inheritance games fanfiction and I hope you enjoy it. I accept any type of criticism, but just don't offend me. Thank you! @aaal-iz-well @myster3y @myfairkatiecat @riddles-n-games@aria-1105 @formulalina15

Prologue:

Jameson lost a 911 and has to deal with his penance.

Disclaimer:

All characters are from Jennifer Lynn Barnes's book The inheritance games. None of them are mine! Mentions of Nash Hawthorne, Jameson Hawthorne, Alexander Hawthorne, Grayson Hawthorne, Avery Grambs, Gigi Grayson and Maxine Liu. There's some cursing and mentions of murder, but nothing serious. The author didn't deep dive in these two delicate topics. No spoilers and no smut!

English is not my first language! So I apologize for any mistakes.

(P.S.: I'm always open for fanfic suggestions.)

Words count: 17K (sorry for being so long. I just couldn't help it 😭)

Jameson was never the type of person you could call “phone addicted.” He didn't spend much time scrolling because he was always busy with his brothers, a riddle, or doing something that the police would certainly arrest him for it. As a result, charging his phone wasn't something that occupied his mind, that's why his phone died often. That's what happened on this day. He was in a phone call with Xander when suddenly his phone went dead. Letting out a sigh, he opened the bedroom he shared with Avery to search for his charger. The room was quite a mess, with clothes on the floor, in the bed and hanging lazily around a chair. It reflected the owners' minds: messy as hell, but still comfortable somehow. There was a colored cube on the floor he accidentally stepped on and kicked away as he continued looking inside a drawer.“Where is it?”, he thought.“I know it's here. I remember the last time I used it and I put it in this drawer. . .” Before he could properly finish his inner monologue, he felt IT before he heard or saw it. He felt it strong and passionately inside of him, and deep inside he just knew what it was. Someone was approaching—HER. He felt her presence almost all the time when she was around. His heart would just stop as a true and genuine felling he had never felt before her took over his entire body and soul. It was exaggerating to describe it this way, but every single thing he felt and thought about her was exaggerating. “Jamie?”, Avery spoke and, oh, he loved her voice, specially when she said the nickname his brothers gave to him. Nobody else beside them had the right to call him this was, but her? Just listening to his nickname set his blood and entire body on fire. Hungry. He was hungry for everything, even for her—specially for her. “Heiress?”, he finally turned around and his heart pounded faster when he finally looked at her and realized why she called him. Her eyes were gleaming—they were always so bright when they stared at Jameson's eyes—, a challenge that he couldn't back down on her face. He clearly wouldn't back down from anything she proposed. “Jamie.” Avery knew he loved when she said it, so she usually did it when she wanted his whole attention to her, and god-damn, she was wearing one of his shirts. She had never done it before, but it looked way better on her. She looked beautiful, he thought to himself. And he FELT how Avery had an enormous effect on him. Forget hungry. He was starving just for a piece of her.

Smirking, he said, “So, now you steal my shirts?”, his green eyes glowing more than ever.

“Only when I want to catch you off guard, like now”, her eyes told what she didn't: Avery was enjoying what she was doing to him. Of course she did, he was acting like a damn dog. They stared at each other and did not break eye contact as she walked up to him and pressed her lips to his. The kiss wasn't soft or slow. It was breathtaking, and when she pulled away, he wanted more. Forget the charger, it could wait, but his hunger could not. And probably the 911 call he received from one of his brothers could too.

Grayson would never admit, but he was terrible. Not physically, Grayson Hawthorne was at no time physically terrible. He always makes to sure to be looking good. But mentally? His mind and feelings were so awful that just “terrible” wasn't an appropriate answer. He was drowning in work—again—, swimming like crazy and doing anything that was humanly possible to stop his brain from echoing a name. Her name. So that's why he was standing again at the place Emily had died, so-and-so far from the ground. He had no equipment and wondered—again— what would happen if he jumped. Of course, it was just a thought, Grayson wasn't going to jump, but just the adrenaline that he felt with this thought kept his entire head quiet. Her name wasn't there for a moment. But moments didn't last forever, so that's why he decided to finally go back to the house.

Once he arrived, his whole body ached for something. Escapism. Her name was there again, and he knew a way to stop it. Grayson quickly took some turns around the house, and before he could even think about it, he was in the cellar. Without realizing, his hands grabbed a Tequila, took off the cover and his nose caught the smell of the liquid. Eve. Eve. Eve. Eve. He took a swing. Eve. Eve. Eve. He took another swing, this time longer than the other one, and… Nothing. It was calm. And he took more long swings. He hardly allowed himself alcohol, but in that occasion he drank it like his life depended on it.

Halfway through the bottle, one thought broke through his shields: “You need someone”. That hit him, hard. But for one second he stopped taking swings and recognized the obvious: he was broken, drowning, but he didn't have to be alone. He had his brothers and Avery and, somehow, that was everything. Eve couldn't touch this, it was totally his and only his. His family. That's what they were. So he picked his phone from his pocket and only sent one message for each of his brothers: 911.

Nash and Xander appeared in a heartbeat and, for reasons he couldn't tell, his heart overflowed with love. He felt it warm and quiet on his chest for the first time in a very long time. Nash was the first one to look at him, raising one of his eyebrows, “So what's the deal, little brother?”. Xander whispered in Nash's ear, “He seems drunk to you too, or did the explosion I caused today already affecting me?” Grayson almost raised an eyebrow when he heard his words. That would explain his clothes that seemed to be set on fire. Instead, he chose to analyze the room he requested their presence. The gaming area was an enormous place full of all kind of games, physical games—like bowling—or just games that required thinking, like chess. Being more specific, Hawthorne chess.

After four rounds of Hawthorne chess and three Grayson's victories later, strip bowling was the chosen game, and he found out in the worst way possible that strip bowling wasn't for him. Nash didn't have his boots and his socks. Since his brothers demanded when they first played strip bowling that Nash's cowboy hat wasn't a piece of clothing, he was shirtless but had his cowboy hat on. Xander didn't have shoes and socks anymore, and Grayson…was winning. He didn't wear a coat, shoes, socks, and his shirt. But he was happy to be with his brothers…or at least two of them. Grayson turned away as soon as he noticed that Jameson wasn't there and asked, “Where's Jameson?”

“Probably doing something very dangerous and assuming risks that could get him to have a meeting with God!”, Xander replied with a smile. Nash frowned his eyebrows, “I called him like 10 times, and he didn't pick up.” Wasting no more time, Grayson reached for the phone in his pocket and called Oren. The bodyguard picked up immediately. “Any problem?”, he asked, his voice calm and powerful and useless for someone like Grayson, who knew the word “power” like the back of his hand. “Where's Jameson? Is he in danger?”. He could hear the way the bodyguard shrugged. “No danger in sight, if you don't consider sleeping in Avery's bedroom a dangerous thing to do.” Jameson was sleeping, and it was almost offensive that he lost a 911, but then he realized. Jameson lost a 911, and he was going to pay for it like Grayson did. He smiled and turn off the phone call. “As much as I love to see you smile, I can tell where this is going”, Nash replied. Xander was amused, his eyes as bright as the sun. “So Jameson really lost a 911?”. They didn't answer, but instead the rest of the evening was wasted between plans and more plans for his penance.

1:00 am

Jameson noticed that he lost a 911 call, and he knew his brothers would come after him with a wicked plan. Surprised wasn't an adjective to describe his emotions when Xander appeared out of nowhere at night and started to play a trumpet. But furious and about to end Xander were appropriate words. “STOP!”, he yelled through gritted teeth, trying to cover his ears with a pillow. Nash put a hand on his little brother shoulder to stop him. “Enough, Xan. Enough.” Grayson was behind him, and Jameson could swear he almost smiled. Reluctant, he got up from the bed. “It's time for my penance.” It wasn't a question, and nobody corrected him. Instead, he just received a devilish smile from Nash. It was going to be a very, very long night.

1:30 am

Max was spending the Christmas holiday at the Hawthorne house in her own wing, where his brothers dropped him. She smiled, a big and bright smiled that he almost feared. Almost. “Hello, little duck.” He snorted. “Not sure about being a duck.” She meant dick, but he chose to ignore it. “However. Just sit in this chair and let me do my magic.” He sat, and she covered his face in a really white foundation, drawing a smile with her makeup pencil, covering his cheeks a really shiny red. “I think I know what you're doing, but I better be wrong.” Max smirked, and he decided that smirking didn't look good on her. Actually, it was never a good thing when someone who wasn't him smirked. “I can't tell you. Xander made me promise.”

“I think so.” And he let her finish, putting a blue wig on his head, covering his hair. Thrilled, she picked a small mirror on the desk, showing his reflection to him. “Do you like it?”. He was right indeed. Xander had asked his girlfriend for a clown makeup for him. She gave him a card with an address written on it as he left her wing. He was going to kill Xander. Suffocated, precisely. With his own damn wig. Opening the card, there was an address that he did not recognize:

Flower Boulevard Street, 89

P.S.: Gigi must drive.

2:00 am

Gigi knew how to drive a car. Of course she did. At least that was what she told him before breaking all the traffic laws. Jameson wasn't a fan of laws and endless rules, but after this 30 minutes painful ride and almost dying more times than he could count, he was a new fan of the traffic law, apparently. She stopped in front of a building, some pop music blasting on the radio, his face so white that it looked like he was a ghost. After a few minutes of searching for his soul that clearly was lost along the way, his eyes analyzed the construction. He had thought about the worst places that his brothers would have chosen as a location for the evening, but a big and luxury hospital didn't cross his mind, not even once. But there he was, standing in full clown clothes in the hospital parking. Gigi grabbed his arm. “What are you waiting for? I thought you liked a challenge.” He did, and that's why he entered the construction.

2:15 am

He managed to get lost inside the hospital, but that was way better than Gigi getting lost four times while driving 'cause she insisted on not using the GPS. After a few minutes, he founded his brothers. Unfortunately. “Wooow! He looks awfully amazing”, Xander shouted. “This isn't your best moment, little brother”, Nash laughed. Grayson just looked, without saying anything at first. Then he raised an eyebrow. “I think you lost something, Mr.Clown”, he told Jameson, pulling out leather pants from his hands. Not common leather pants, but THE leather pants. He was doomed.

2:25 am

Out of all his brothers, Jameson was the leanest, but the leather pants still squeezed him really tight. It was almost painful, and he needed ten minutes to make them fit. “Comfortable?”, Grayson asked, enjoying this moment more than anything else. Jameson gave a Cheshire cat smiled, not giving him the satisfaction to see his discomfort. “More than ever, big brother.” Grayson smirked, and he wondered why everyone was suddenly smirking at him all the time. Nash leaned on the doorway, his cowboy hat hiding his smile. “Ready to put on a show, Jamie?” A show? What the actual fuc...”

“I have balloons!” Xander tossed three bags of balloons at Jameson's face, and he caught each one, his face marked with confusion. “Why do I need balloons?”

“For the kids!”, Xander smiled, thriving. “There are some sad and unfortunate kids on this hospital that need some fun and joy in their lives, and you're going to bring fun and joy. That's what clowns do, isn't it, Mr.Clown?”

He could feel the need to wash off all the makeup in the sink bathroom and take off his ridiculous clothes, including his fancy clown shirt. But he promised it to his brothers. Grayson had called and he didn't come. That was his penance. “Where are the kids?”, he asked.

3:35 am

One hour and ten minutes later, Jameson was at the edge of a breaking down. Sure he could deal with one or two kids playing with his wig, trying to pull his clothes, licking his face when they thought he couldn't see, getting on the ceiling, screaming, crying, popping the balloons, trying to slap him, laughing and making jokes of him, swearing, running and so much more. But twenty? It seemed and felt like hell. He couldn't even judge the kids, 'cause little Jamie was worse than that kids. He looked at Nash after one of them spat on his face, “Please, Nash. Please stop this.” All three of them laughed, Xander more pleased with himself than ever. He had video every time a kid did something to him and threatened to send them to Avery. Jameson didn't even try to stop him, his little brother was going to show Avery one way or another. And he was mortified. “Please. It's been one hour. I can't handle more.” Jameson Hawthorne didn't beg, of course not. But he was about to get on his knees if Nash didn't look at him and decided that the poor boy had enough. “Alright, kids!” He shouted and all of them immediately stopped what they were doing, something that Jameson couldn't do. He felt jealous. “Form a line, so the clown can say goodbye to you all.” They said an audible “noooo”. Apparently, they liked to torture him. He went to say goodbye to every kid when they finally formed a line, some of their names carved on his brain as he passed. Brian. Yasmin. Joe. Kloe. Patrick. Pablo. Iago. . .

“Where's Iago?”, Kloe said, looking behind her. Jameson counted the kids and there were only 19 of them. Oh, hell. “Nash”, he looked at his oldest brother while he nodded, understanding what he meant with just one word. “Go there, Jamie. We'll stay here.” He took a glance at the kids. “So, how are we feeling about dancing?” They screamed in excitement. Jameson couldn't understand how he did it.

4:05

Where were this kid? Jameson had searched absolutely every god-damn room of the hospital, had warned the nurses, and they still had not found him. He couldn't help but remember when he disappeared as a kid. It didn't take a couple of minutes to find him, it took hours. Sometimes even days. He swallowed hard, thinking what would happen if Iago wasn't found. What if he was in danger? How would his parents react? What if he managed to get out of the hospital…

“Oh my god, Iago! Can you calm down for a second? You're going to spill my coffee all over the room.” He heard someone say in a room at the end of the hallway, stopping to look what was going on. Gigi trying to take Iago off of the ceiling with a cup of coffee in her hand. The scene was a one to be recorded, if Jameson wasn't freaking out. “Iago! Get off of there!”, he commanded, and surprisingly the kid seemed to hear. “I don't know”, Iago mumbled and he looked worried. Scared. That shattered Jameson's heart. He picked up the kid, careful to not let him fall or break the ceiling. “Thank you”, the infant wrapped his hands around his neck, not letting go. Gigi was very embarrassed. “I couldn't get him off, he didn't hear me.” Jameson was so confused on why she was still at the hospital, at 4 am, drinking coffee. But all he did was to shrug, “They don't hear me too.” And they walked back to his brothers only to found Nash dancing with them. God has favorites, he thought.

8:00 am

Ten minutes later they arrived at Hawthorne House and Jameson dropped dead on his bed. After taking off the makeup, clown clothes and the leather pant, obviously. But his body naturally woke him up at 7:45, and he couldn't get any sleep after that. And that's why he was on the roof when he heard steps. “You put out quite a show to the kids.” It was Grayson talking.“The hospital called, asking if you're going to visit again.” Not a chance in hell. He liked the kids—actually, loved them— but he couldn't handle them all at once. It was draining. Grayson knew it, that's why he was smirking, almost showing a smile. “You know”, Jameson started, “that I only didn't pick up because my phone had died?” It was basically his way of saying that, if he knew that Grayson was calling, that he needed him, he would appear in seconds. And he always would. Despite all the offenses, the teasing and the fights, Jameson would walk through hell for Grayson. He knew that, and Grayson would do the same. If all that it took to make him laugh, smile or to just take the weight off his shoulders a bit was to see Jameson dressed up as a clown, he would do it a hundred times. And he would do it over and over, no just because “that's what brothers do”, but because that's what you do when you love someone—you show them your love and loyalty. 911 wasn't just a simple code, it was meant to their brothers know how much they loved and appreciated each other, even though sometimes they have a hard time telling or showing it. Jameson knew the meaning behind this simple code, and it would kill him if Grayson thought that Jameson didn't care for his older brother. They all cared for each other, that's what made them the Hawthorne brothers. Not just the DNA because, when you grow up between the Hawthornes, you couldn't care less for biology. “I know,” Grayson replied, and his tone gave something else. Of course, I know, but I won't go deep into it right now, he seemed to say. So they just stood there, watching the sun and enjoying each other's company, without admitting it.

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ninjadeathblade · 2 months

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Shopping Trip (Lego Monkie Kid fanfic)

Summary: The majority of the gang goes shopping. Then Wukong and Macaque play video games.

Warnings: Brief threats, Wukong and Macaque have issues to work through (they're also very dumb about the fact they love each other), swearing

Word count: 6,072

Author's notes: This would NOT leave me alone so here fandom, take the gays residing in my brain for the last two days. Sandy isn't here because I had no idea what he'd be doing. This is 90% indulgent Shadowpeach content for myself but hey, that's something. This is set post Emperor's Wrath. Enjoy.

“Hey, Monkey King, why d'you always wear your fancy robes?” MK questioned after the three of them took a break from training.

Macaque stifled a laugh, looking over at Wukong and revelling in the confusion on his face.

“What do you mean?” Wukong asked around a mouthful of peach flavoured crisps, crunching noisily on them.

MK shrugged and gestured. “You and Macaque always wear your fancy clothes whenever you come and just hang out with us, you can't be comfortable in it.”

“Look, kid, I hate to break it to you but we don't actually own any other clothes,” Macaque replied.

“I can make some though!” Wukong exclaimed, one hand already reaching to yank hair out of his head.

MK and Macaque rushed to stop him, the former tackling his hand still holding the bag of crisps, while the latter reached through a shadow portal to grab his wrist.

“Quit it Wukong, you already eat enough of your hair as it is, no point in you wearing it as well,” Macaque said with an eye roll.

MK’s eyes went round as saucers. “Please tell me that those crisps aren't hair.”

Wukong averted his gaze with a nervous laugh. “Whaaaaat? No, pfft, I'm not that- er-”

“Monkey King! You promised to start eating proper food!” MK whined, poking him in the cheek.

Wukong sighed. “Yeah yeah, I am, kid, I promise, now can I have my arms back?”

Macaque glared at him over MK's head, getting a returning glare.

MK gasped and jumped up, waving his arms wildly. “Oh my gosh, I know just what we should do?”

“Yuh-huh and what's that?” Wukong asked.

“Mei keeps telling me about this super cool new shopping centre that opened up the other week!” MK explained. “What if we all had a day out there and you guys can pick out some comfy clothes for hanging out with us?!”

Macaque shook his head. “Look, kid, I appreciate it but-”

He went silent as something yanked his tail, head whipping around to catch another tail quickly retreating to Wukong's side.

Oh that little-

“It's an amazing idea!” Wukong replied with a grin. “Let us know when you want to do it and we'll be there.”

“Funny how you now speak for both of us,” Macaque muttered, opening up a shadow portal beside him and reaching through to yank Wukong's tail.

The king turned to glare at the warrior, Macaque shooting him a shit-eating grin in return.

“Okay! I'm gonna go, I'm working this evening but I'll see you guys for training again tomorrow!” MK said before beginning to run back down the mountain. “Thanks again for the training!”

A beat went by before the two of them turned to each other.

“You know you could be more supportive of the kid,” Wukong snapped.

“Me? Really? Last I checked you were the one who abandoned his training!” Macaque argued, standing up. “Because that's what you always do isn't it? The great Sun-Wukong who always puts himself first.”

Wukong's jaw clenched, tail lashing behind him, and for a moment it seemed like they were going to fight again.

Then the king's shoulders heaved and his posture slouched. “Can we not do this right now?”

Macaque rolled his shoulders, the joints clicking slightly. “Running off again?”

“Can you stop?!” Wukong shouted. “I don't know what you want from me but you're not gonna get a rise. I'm done with this - with you always trying to bait me into another fight. I have people to look out for now.”

Macaque scoffed. “You can't tell me you actually care about the kid.”

“Bold words from someone who also cares about him,” Wukong retorted and Macaque's fur bristled. “Oh yeah, don't think I haven't noticed. While I was off doing very important things, you kept showing back up. Some part of you does actually care about MK, be honest.”

“Nope, doesn't sound like me,” Macaque stated, tail tapping against the ground twice as he opened up a shadow portal. “See you around, Monkey King.”

Wukong dashed forward, one arm outstretched. “No, wait, Macaque-”

The darkness surrounding him.

Silence.

Well, it wasn't quite silent, it sounded like everything was muffled and underwater.

Macaque took a deep breath, artificial air expanding his lungs.

Wukong was still there although it was like seeing him through murky glass, thumping a fist against the shadows on the ground before giving up and walking away.

Macaque floated in the inky expanse, debating on whether or not to return to his dojo before deciding that he would just stay here for now.

It was peaceful.

It was everything that outside wasn't.

~•~

“Hey boi!” Mei cheered, tackling MK into a hug before waving at Wukong. “Heya Monkey King!”

“Hey,” Wukong waved, pulling his loaned hoodie further over his head. “Hey bud, you sure that no one's gonna recognise me in this?”

“I dunno honestly but if not you can transform, right?” MK argued.

“Fair point.”

“I still do not understand why I have to be here,” Red Son complained, foot tapping impatiently. “If we are all here then can we go already?”

“No, sorry, we're still waiting on someone else,” Tang answered.

“Who else are we waiting for?” Wukong questioned. “The pig guy?”

Tang adjusted his scarf. “Oh no, Pigsy is at that food stall over there shouting at the chef because he sold us half baked churros while we were waiting.” He paused. “Speaking of, I'm going to go stop Pigsy before he ends up in too much trouble.”

“Literally who else would MK invite?” Wukong's eyes narrowed in confusion. “I don't even understand why Red Son is here.”

“Hey!”

“I swear if you invited Nezha then this is going to be the most boring shopping trip ever.”

“Ugh, I wish he'd invited Nezha, then I'd have someone else to make fun of you with.”

Wukong spun around with a curse, glaring at their final arrival, who hadn't even bothered with a disguise.

“Great, just great.”

Macaque shrugged. “Hey, I don't want to be here any more than you want me to be here. Only reason I'm tagging along is that I was planning to grab some food anyway.”

“But we're meant to be clothes shopping,” Mei interrupted, eyes watery as she stared up at the warrior.

“Yeah Macaque, you promised,” MK added, also staring up with large eyes.

“Look kid I didn't-” The warrior paused and sighed. “Fine, I'll buy some clothes. But I'm picking what I get, not you guys.”

The two of them let out a cheer and rushed back over to Red Son, beginning to drag him in the direction of a shop.

“I cannot believe that I'm gonna have to put up with you today,” Wukong groaned as the two of them set off after the trio.

“Hey, you're the one who volunteered me for this so if there's anyone to blame it's yourself,” Macaque responded.

Mei and MK had seemed to immediately start piling clothes into their arms, occasionally thrusting some pieces into Red Son's arms.

Wukong stumbled backwards slightly when MK seemed to just appear in front of him, holding up two pairs of pyjamas. “Hey Monkey King! Should we get these matching Monkey King™ pyjamas?”

“Hey kiddo, I'm wearing a disguise for a reason so maybe keep your voice down,” Wukong chuckled. “But yeah, absolutely.”

The king turned to glare at Macaque when the warrior snickered.

“Something funny?”

“No, it's nothing,” Macaque lied, one hand coming up to try and cover the smile on his face.

Wukong let out a loud, over-dramatic gasp. “Are you making fun of my bond with my apprentice? Are you making fun of our super duper cool friendship?”

“No,” Macaque sputtered, trying to get his laughter under control.

Wukong leaned in, poking him in the face. “You are! How could you?”

Macaque stopped trying to contain his laughter at the theatrics, golden eyes screwing up tight as he nearly doubled over.

Wukong's smile wavered as his gaze flitted across the warrior's face.

He knew realistically why Macaque would cover up his eye.

Seeing his unmarred face and having these moments made it almost seem like nothing had ever gone wrong between them.

When Macaque straightened up again he shot Wukong a quick glance, accompanied with a shy smile before returning his attention to the shop in front of them. “C'mon then, no point standing around all day. Gotta find you something to wear other than pyjamas.”

“Yeah and we've gotta find you anything to wear,” Wukong teased. “What do you even wear? Like, leather jacket and grunge aesthetic boots.”

“How the fuck do you know what an aesthetic is?” Macaque swore, turning back to face him.

The king shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. “What can I say, I guess I'm just cool like the kids are.”

The warrior snorted. “Yeah right, the day that you're cool is the day I haven't died before.”

A silence fell between them at that comment and something flickered over Macaque's features.

Wukong reached out to him before the shadow slipped away from him, walking over to a rack of darkly coloured clothes.

There was so much they still needed to talk about.

Macaque flicked through the different hanging articles before smirking. “So, what about the fact that Red Son has a crush on either MK or Mei?”

“Wait, what?” Wukong spluttered.

“When the three of them were together back there, Red Son was blushing and stuff. Can't tell which of them is making him fall for them but I'm not actually that surprised.”

Wukong stood stock still for a moment, doing a mental reboot while Macaque moved on.

“Wait, no, hold on you little shit, are you for real?” Wukong questioned.

Macaque nodded. “When we catch up to them, just watch. I wouldn't lie, would I?”

“I dunno, seems like you lie a lot.” Wukong narrowed his eyes dubiously.

“Well, I'm not lying about that.”

They wandered for a little longer before managing to catch up with the trio.

Okay, Wukong had to hand it to Macaque, Red Son did seem to be blushing.

“Hey, Monkey King, you made it! We lost you back there!” MK cheered before turning back to Mei. “Ooh, Mei, do you still have the thing we picked out for Macaque?”

“Kid I don't-”

“Found it!” Mei announced, holding up the black mesh shirt.

Macaque's gaze dragged over it before extending a hand. “Okay, I'll try it on.”

Wukong did a double take. “You like mesh?”

“Haven't tried it before but it looks cool enough. If I can get something to go over it then I'd probably like it.”

Red Son held up a black sleeveless turtleneck shirt from the pile in his arms. “Something like this?”

Macaque shifted the first shirt in his grip before reaching out for the other. “Sounds good.”

“Oh and there are some dark coloured jeans by the changing rooms, wanna grab a pair of those?” MK offered.

“Mhm.”

Wukong trailed behind the bunch of them, briefly wondering where Tang and Pigsy had gotten to.

Him and MK plopped down onto a bench just outside the changing rooms, MK's stack of clothes beside him.

“I'm gonna try them on after the others have tried theirs,” MK explained. “Wait a minute, why don't you have anything Monkey King?”

“Um, well, I just didn't see anything I liked all that much, bud,” Wukong lied.

“Oh okay.”

The boy got out his phone, playing some obnoxiously loud game while they waited for the others to get changed.

“Okay, we're done!” Mei called after a while.

“Come out then!” MK shouted back, shutting his phone off and putting it back in his pocket.

“Macaque, you coming?”

“Nope.”

“Aw, come on, pretty please? You look great!”

“...Fine.”

Mei stepped out, practically dragging Red Son and Macaque with her.

And wow, Macaque actually looked kind of good.

The clothes actually suited him.

The warrior wrenched Mei's iron grip off his arm before grumpily crossing his arms over his chest.

“Woah, you guys look awesome!” MK gasped, clapping his hands together.

Macaque rolled his eyes and frowned when he looked over at Wukong. “Quit staring, Wukong, don't you know it's impolite?”

Wukong smirked. “Thought you said I was impolite.”

“Yeah, I know that you are. Doesn't mean you have to give me more reasons for it,” the warrior complained before looking over at Mei. “Hey, can we wrap this up and buy this stuff already?”

“Nu-uh, we've still got loads of outfits to try on! You and Monkey King can wait here while we finish checking all these sick clothes out,” Mei replied.

Macaque grumbled something under his breath before going back to the changing room.

Three pairs of eyes turned to Wukong. “He's just always kinda cranky, trust me.”

“I heard that!”

~•~

“Ugh, how much sugar did you even put in that thing?” Macaque asked, nose wrinkling with disgust at the sweet scent coming off of Wukong's drink.

Wukong moved the glass away from his face, a bit of cream smeared on his nose. “Um, I dunno. It has chocolate, ice cream, sprinkles, some more chocolate, some normal cream, some kinda sweet milk, caramel-”

Macaque reached out and grabbed the drink out of his hand while he was distracted listing ingredients, holding it out of his reach. “You are going to clog an artery if you have that much sugar.”

Wukong pouted. “Macaque! Gimme back my drink!”

Macaque opened up a shadow portal under his hand, hovering the drink just above it. “You aren't going to have all of it to yourself or you will die.”

“I'm immortal, I can't die,” Wukong retorted.

Oh yeah.

“You aren't going to have it all to yourself or I'll steal all the wine you're hiding at your place.”

Wukong's eyes went wide and he leaned across Macaque, desperately attempting to grab it. “No! No! Fine, I'll share! Just gimme the drink!”

Macaque dropped the drink through the shadow portal, watching as Wukong's face fell.

As the king turned back to the table the warrior opened a portal again, depositing the drink - now with two straws - back in front of him.

“Come on, if you're going to clog an artery then I might as well do it with you.”

Wukong shot him a quick glare but moved the glass so it was between them.

Red Son slid back into their booth. “They're still ordering but wanted me to say they'll be back soon.”

Macaque glanced over to the counter where Mei and MK seemed to be arguing over the menu of sweet treats.

“May I ask a question?” Red Son asked.

“You just did,” Wukong teased.

The boy rolled his eyes. “May I ask another question after the one I am asking at this moment?”

“Mmmmkay.”

Macaque lowered his head to take a sip of the drink, throat burning at how sickly sweet it was.

He'd never understand how Wukong could stomach these things.

“Are you two in a relationship?”

Macaque choked on his drink and Wukong hit him on the back a few times while replying.

“No, never! Me? With him? Tch, as if! He's so- him! And I'm so me!” The king answered.

Macaque gulped in a lungful of air after recovering. “This is the one time we agree on something and it's that we are not a thing. I hate him, he makes me feel like my skin is on the outside and my fur is on the inside. I'd rather have my heart served up on a platter to the Lady Bone Demon than go out with him.”

“Ew, did you have to be so graphic?” Wukong complained. “You're gonna put me off my drink.”

“Good. It tastes like shit.”

“Because you have no tastes.”

“I do have tastes. Anyway, you seemed to conveniently leave out the fact that this drink is peach flavoured.”

Wukong shrugged and smiled. “It's my favourite.”

“You sure you didn't make this out of your hair?” Macaque questioned, lip curling in disgust.

Red Son huffed. “No, I paid for his drink. And there's no need for you two to be so defensive.”

“We're back!” MK announced, flopping down against Red Son's side. “What did we miss?”

“Ah, yes, you are back,” Red Son flustered.

Macaque and Wukong shared a look.

So that's who Red Son liked then.

“Duh, that's what I just said,” MK laughed.

“We ordered every dessert they had!” Mei announced.

“Oh no,” Macaque whispered.

“Oh yes,” Wukong purred, eyes lighting up. “Desserts for everyone!”

The warrior dropped his head to rest against the table, grimacing at how sticky it seemed to be. “Why did I ever let myself be dragged along here?”

“Because you're our friend!” MK said.

“Greeaaaat.”

~•~

“Omg, these stationary sets are so naturecore, I have to have them for my aesthetics blog,” Mei gasped.

Wukong nudged Macaque to grab his attention before whispering. “Hey, d'you have any idea what that means?”

“No idea,” Macaque admitted. “As established earlier, I know aesthetic but that's about it.” The warrior smirked. “Aren't you the one who's ‘cool like the kids are’?”

“Shuddup,” Wukong laughed.

Macaque's tail flicked up to hit him in the back of the head before looking around. “So, we kinda lost Pigsy and Tang at the start.”

“Yeah, it'll be fine,” the king replied calmly, waving it off.

“Maybe for you. I for one would like to not be on kid sitting duty for the next decade.”

“It's only been two hours,” Wukong stated, snickering at the defeated groan Macaque let out. “What's wrong? Too old to keep up?”

“Wha- no,” Macaque denied sourly before continuing. “My feet hurt though. I'm not used to walking around this much. Usually I just use my shadows to get places.”

Wukong sighed before holding out his arms.

The warrior stared blankly at him.

“Climb on, I'll carry you,” the king offered.

Macaque immediately began to walk away from him. “Nope, nu-uh, never happening, find someone else prince fucking charming.”

“Come on Macaque, your pride won't be that wounded if you let yourself take a break,” Wukong whined, following him.

The shadow’s tail lashed behind him as he walked through the aisles of the shop, trying to catch up to wherever the other three had run off to. “I'll take a break when I get home later. Feet being sore isn't the worst thing I've had to deal with.”

Unspoken words hung between them and Wukong followed Macaque silently until they reached the trio, staring at row upon row of cards.

“Hey guys, whatcha looking at?” Wukong inquired, propping his head on MK's shoulder.

“We're helping Mei pick out a card for her dad's birthday,” MK explained.

“You could make one,” Red Son added. “Although didn't you say it's tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Mei groaned. “I was so busy helping MK train that I forgot.”

“You forgor,” MK said.

“I forgor,” Mei affirmed.

Wukong straightened back up, whispering. “What language is this?”

“No idea,” Macaque said.

“No idea what?” Mei asked.

“Nothing.”

“‘kay.”

Wukong smiled at Macaque.

The shadow returned it with a small quirk of his mouth.

It wasn't much but it was better than it had been.

~•~

“That's it, I am not being dragged into a spa, I'm calling Pigsy,” Macaque said, digging his phone out his pocket.

“You have Pigsy's number?” Wukong asked beside him before continuing. “You have a phone?”

“Yeah, and?” Macaque tapped onto his contacts. “Got Pigsy's number after the kid crashed out at my place one time. Also he makes good noodles.”

“I know right?” Wukong agreed, mouth practically watering.

“Hello! Pigsy's Noodles, how can I-”

“Cut the crap Pigsy, your kids are trying to drag me into a spa and I know that you and Tang are still somewhere in this shopping centre.”

“Oh fuc- okay, where are you guys, I'll come and get ‘em,” Pigsy sighed.

“Seventh floor, top right corner, next to the arcade place.”

“Wait, there's an arcade place next door and they chose to go to the spa instead?” Tang questioned.

“Red Son is trying to convince us all to get princess pamper sessions before we get wrecked and lose all our money to useless games,” Macaque explained.

“That'd do it. We'll be there in a few.”

Macaque hung up, quirking an eyebrow at Wukong's sad expression. “What do you want now?”

“You're gonna ruin their fun,” Wukong complained, gesturing at where the three others were currently crashed out on a bench.

“No, I'm just getting us the rest of the evening off,” Macaque argued.

When Wukong still looked upset he sighed.

“If I play your shitty game this evening will that make it up to you?”

Wukong brightened up. “Yes! Although it isn't shitty, take that back.”

“Maybe. Depends on how good your game is.”

Macaque looked over at the trio. “Hey, Red Son, a word.”

The boy seemed sheepish as he walked over, a sharp contrast to his usual confident demeanour. “Yes?”

“You break MK’s heart and I'll break all your bones,” Macaque snarled quietly.

“Okay so you're just coming out with it,” Wukong muttered.

“P-pardon?” Red Son stuttered, hair letting off embers.

“You aren't subtle. So you heard me. If you break his heart, I will break all your bones.”

Red Son swallowed thickly. “Y-yes sir.”

“Good.”

MK walked up beside them. “What're you guys talking about?”

“We were just saying goodbye,” Wukong supplied, somehow having come up with a good excuse for once in his long life.

“Oh cool. I'm sleeping around Red Son's tonight so won't be able to make it to training tomorrow, is that okay?” MK said.

Macaque subtly shot Red Son a glare while he replied to MK. “That's fine, see you in a few days kid.”

The warrior opened up a shadow underneath himself and the king.

“No, no, no, no, no, not the shadow portal!”

~•~

“Ugh, I think I'm gonna throw up,” Wukong complained as he dropped out of the shadow portal.

“Too bad, you fly your cloud recklessly and the shadows are quicker,” Macaque replied, dropping down beside him before opening up their shared bag of shopping purchases and grabbing out a handful of clothes. “I'm gonna get changed then I'm ordering actual food for dinner.”

“But my way is cheaper!”

“Yeah, and it'll have you hacking up furballs until your eventual death, Wukong,” Macaque snorted, shutting himself into the bathroom.

Wukong rooted around in the bag and grabbed out one of the plain shirts he'd picked out, slipping off his robes and putting on the black t-shirt before grabbing a pair of loose blue jeans out of the bag.

The king settled down on the sofa, aimlessly flicking through channels on his TV until his tail brushed against someone else.

Wukong lifted his head up, staring at Macaque.

The warrior practically had a halo of light around his head from the setting sun behind him, a sliver of yellow fabric visible under his dark hoodie.

“Hey. You up for burning off some energy?” Macaque proposed and Wukong was in his feet within seconds.

“We haven't fought in ages,” Wukong sceptically tested.

Macaque shrugged. “Nothing serious. But I need to stretch out my limbs and test how flexible I am in these clothes.”

Wukong dragged his eyes up and down Macaque. “Mhm, because ripped jeans are gonna be sooo easy to move around in. Prepare to be beat.”

Macaque smirked, sweeping out one leg and knocking Wukong off balance.

“H-hey! No fair!” Wukong growled, reaching up and tugging Macaque down with the edge of his hoodie.

The warrior let out a squeak, collapsing down beside the king before going still.

“Oh shit. Macaque? You good, bud?” Wukong questioned, moving closer.

Macaque spun around, hands catching Wukong's and pinning them against the floor. “I cannot believe you just fell for that.”

“Yeah, well, it's been years since you played that card while we've fought,” Wukong argued, one leg kicking out and into Macaque's stomach.

The warrior's grip on his hands loosened, allowing the king to flip the two of them over as he hovered over him.

His hands closed around Macaque's, mimicking the move just used on him.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” Wukong challenged.

Macaque just laughed and rolled his eyes, opening up a shadow portal underneath himself.

Wukong pulled back, watching as the other sank into the floor and disappeared before a weight crashed down on his back.

“Fuck! Macaque!”

“Got you now,” Macaque taunted, the two of them rolling back and forth until Macaque pinned Wukong down.

The warrior was just shy of sitting on him, chest heaving as he breathed.

Wukong sighed. “Yeah, alright Mac, you win, now get off of me.”

The shadow paused, golden eyes staring at him.

“What?” Wukong inquired.

“You haven't called me Mac since- since before,” Macaque stated, his grip on Wukong's hands loosening.

Orange and pink hues of light shone off of his dark fur.

It was beautiful.

He was beautiful.

“No, no I guess not,” Wukong murmured.

Macaque rolled onto the floor beside him, both of them staring up at the ceiling.

“So, if Red Son does break MK's heart we are absolutely going to ruin his life, right?” Macaque questioned.

Wukong rolled onto his side, staring at Macaque.

Tufts of dark hair stuck up in different directions, framing his face.

The king reached out with a hand before hesitating when the warrior flinched, eyes closing.

A long moment passed, before Macaque quickly got up, with a mumbled sentence. “I'm going to order dinner.”

“Yeah, okay,” Wukong responded, mentally kicking himself.

Of course Macaque still didn't trust him, why should he?

After everything Wukong had done, he had no reason to.

“Hey, Wukong, how many portions should I order you?” Macaque asked, one hand muffling the bottom of his phone.

“Three, if that's okay,” Wukong answered.

Macaque nodded before continuing to quietly speak to whoever was on the other end of the line.

Wukong walked back over to the sofa, sitting down and trying to avoid looking at his friend.

Huh.

When had he started thinking of Macaque as a friend again?

The other side of the sofa dipped as weight settled down on it.

“I'm sorry for flinching,” Macaque whispered. “Really going against my therapy goals.”

Wukong blinked before looking over at him. “You go to therapy?”

Macaque's tail wrapped across his chest, curling over his opposite shoulder. “Well, I'm trying. Kind of hard though when most therapists are mortal and I have issues with opening up about things from my past.”

The shadow let out a deep breath before slowly relaxing against the king's side. “Is… is this okay?”

“Yeah, no, of course,” Wukong flustered a bit, shifting so that Macaque would be more comfortable.

Wukong turned so his back was resting against the arm of the sofa, one arm circling around Macaque's waist.

The warrior tensed under his touch slightly before relaxing back against him, pillowing his head on the king's chest. “You sure you're okay with this?”

“Geez Mac, I'm fine,” Wukong responded. “Are we gonna start playing my game now or d'you want to wait until after dinner?”

“After dinner. I want to get some rest in,” Macaque sighed, opening up a shadow portal over the top half of his head. “I'll wake up when the food gets delivered, I'll hear it. You should get some rest too.”

“Yeah alright. You get some rest.”

“Thanks Wukong.”

“No problem bud.”

~•~

Macaque's ear flicked inside the portal as footsteps ran up to the door of his dojo.

“Hold on,” he murmured to Wukong, unsure whether his friend was even awake before sitting up and slipping his upper body through the shadow portal.

“Knock knock!” The delivery boy shouted as Macaque reached over to open the door.

MK grinned and held up the couple of bags in his arms. “Hey Macaque! This is more than you usually order.”

“Yeah, well, I've got company,” Macaque said evasively.

“Is it Monkey King?”

“Nah, I have other friends,” Macaque lied, reaching out with one hand for the bags. “Aren’t you meant to be staying around Red Son's?”

“Yeah, I'm headed there after this,” MK explained.

“Have a good sleepover, kid.”

“You too Macaque!”

“No, kid, I'm not having a-”

“Bye Macaque!”

The shadow sighed, shutting and locking his door before slipping back through the portal to Wukong's house.

The king was still passed out on the sofa, snoring at an obnoxious volume.

Or perhaps it was actually quiet, and Macaque's sensitive hearing was getting to him more than usual.

“Hey, wake up.”

Wukong blinked awake, sitting up before his mouth watered at the sight of the takeaway bags. “Oh yes.”

Macaque rolled his eyes but passed over the three portions Wukong had asked for. “You know, if you keep eating that many portions then you're going to get fat.”

Wukong let out an offended gasp before shovelling some of the noodles into his open mouth. “No I'm not.”

“You are,” Macaque replied, teasingly poking him on the stomach. “See? Round.”

“It's cushioning. For when I may somehow end up on the floor,” Wukong explained.

“Because I beat you up,” Macaque snickered, opening up his own meal while Wukong began to dig into his second.

“Shuddup.”

“Make me,” Macaque challenged, tail lashing behind him.

Wukong's golden gaze flitted across him before he went back to his meal.

“That's what I thought.”

After they'd finished their meal, Macaque let out a sigh. “Alright then, put on your crappy game.”

“It's not crappy!” Wukong protested, already digging through the piles of DVDs in front of his TV. “Alright, found it. Get ready for the best game you'll ever play.”

“I highly doubt it,” Macaque mumbled, nearly dropping the headset and controller thrown haphazardly in his general direction.

“What was that?”

“I said ‘I highly doubt it’,” Macaque deadpanned. “This won't be anywhere near as good as my game.”

“You have a game?” Wukong laughed, plopping back down on the sofa beside him. “Okay, that I have to play after you're done with this.”

Macaque let out a grumble but adjusted the headset before putting it on, slouching against Wukong's side as the game registered him in.

An avatar looking surprisingly like him loaded in on a dirt path, a chicken running out of a bush in front of him before glitching and dying.

“Wow. What a surprise, I was right, this game sucks,” Macaque huffed.

The king's tail flicked up to curl around the warrior's arm. “Aww, c'mon Mac, give it a chance at least.”

Macaque sighed but began to walk his character along the path, stopped only a second later as another character spawned in front of him.

“Welcome traveller, on your journey to the west!” The Monkey King greeted.

The background image switched so the character was pointing at himself. “As the Great Sage equal to Heaven, you couldn't ask for a better tutor.” The screen switched back to the first picture of him. “On your journey, you will learn to smite powerful enemies.”

God this was boring.

“After you complete the tutorials, you will learn how to access your hidden potential.”

Ugh, good, back to the overworld.

Now if he could just-

“Defeat each opponent to work your way up to the final boss, the Rhino King,” Monkey King said.

“Couldn't afford the rights for Demon Bull King?” Macaque joked, elbowing Wukong in the side.

“Nah, just seemed boring seeing as I already beat him.”

“Here are seventy two combos-”

Skip.

“Pay attention-”

Skip.

“Make many friends along the way,” Monkey King advised and Macaque tore off his headset.

“What the fuck is that background art?!” The shadow screamed.

The king grinned. “Flattering, right? You would not believe how quickly the game sold out.”

“That's atrocious!” Macaque shouted, hitting him on the head before putting the headset back on.

Yeah, no, he was skipping through all of this.

Eventually it let him go and unlock abilities.

“Hey, these are all passive,” Macaque pointed out.

“Just give it a moment,” Wukong instructed.

The monk on the screen sighed before it flicked to a different ability menu.

Macaque's eyes roved over the screen before he took off the headset.

“Really?”

“What?”

“A fucking muscle bro version of yourself in just pants taking up half the screen?” Macaque growled because it was very obvious why he was pissed.

Wukong smirked. “What? I think it's a good view.”

“Self obsessed asshole,” Macaque grumbled, trying to just focus on buying a couple of different attacks before giving up and handing the game controller and headset over to Wukong. “No, I can't do this, this is just something for you to admire yourself.”

“Fiiiiine,” Wukong groaned. “But I want to play your game now.”

Macaque opened up a shadow portal, sticking his arm in and rooting around. “Seriously though Wukong, are you trying to seduce the player or something?”

Wukong grinned slyly at him. “Are you saying I'm hot?”

Macaque's face screwed up. “...No.”

“That's it, the Six-eared Macaque thinks I'm hot!” Wukong shouted before getting up and racing to the entrance of his house and cupping his hands around his mouth. “The Six-eared Macaque thinks that Sun-Wukong, Great Sage equal to Heaven, is hot!”

“Shut up,” Macaque said, withdrawing his hand and tossing the game case to Wukong as he walked back over.

“It looks like it was made by a five year old mortal,” Wukong giggled but put the disc in anyway.

When the king settled back down on the sofa, the warrior stretched out, laying his upper body across his friend's lap.

“And what do you think you're doing?” Wukong questioned before slipping the headset on.

“Making myself comfy.”

“Yeah yeah, I'm gonna beat this game in minutes.”

A moment passed as the game loaded.

“Why does everything look like a crappy anime?” Wukong inquired.

“Fuck you.”

~•~

“This is the fourth time I've done this encounter and I still haven't beaten it!” Wukong whined, throwing the controller across the room.

“Aww, too hard for you?” Macaque teased, not even cracking open an eye.

“Pfft, n-no!” Wukong floundered, taking off the headset and putting it on the floor. “I'm just going to take a break.”

“Sure you are,” Macaque snorted, opening his eyes a sliver.

Wukong stared, stock still, not sure if Macaque had realised that the glamour over his eye was down.

The scar over that side of his face was still hidden, but mismatching gold and milk coloured eyes fixed a tired gaze on him.

“Staring is rude,” Macaque murmured.

Wukong blinked, looking away. “Yeah, sorry.”

Macaque sat up, stretching with a yawn, hoodie riding up his sides slightly and exposing the yellow shirt he had on underneath.

It was surprisingly nice to see Macaque in bright colours.

Wukong reached out a hand to skim over the dark fur that stuck up on one side of his head, smiling softly when Macaque didn't flinch away.

“Hey, are your ears okay?” Wukong suddenly asked.

Macaque turned to face him, eyes back to their glamoured gold again. “Huh?”

“Well we were at a pretty busy place for most of today so I was wondering whether it was hard on your ears.”

Macaque seemed to blush. “Oh, no, they're all okay.”

The king's hand dropped to skim closer to where another two pairs of ears had to be hidden on the warrior. “Can I see them again?”

Macaque's eyes went wide and Wukong quickly withdrew his hand. “I'm sorry, you don't have to-”

The glamours dropped.

Wukong couldn't help but stare at the hues of colour on Macaque's ears, having nearly forgotten them over the centuries.

But there they were again, still with such resplendent glory.

Moonlight shone through the window, catching the back of Macaque's face with rays of light that made him shine.

“Rude to stare,” Macaque repeated, seeming to curl in on himself slightly.

“You're beautiful,” Wukong murmured, trying to ingrain this in his memory.

Maybe then he would have something to keep when they eventually fought again.

And just like that the glamours were back up, hiding Macaque's appearance behind a facade.

“I- I should go,” Macaque stammered, standing up and conjuring a portal in the floor.

“No, Mac, wait, I'm sorry-”

Too late.

His warrior was gone again, leaving him alone again.

Wukong sighed and dropped his head against the back of the sofa. “Idiot.”

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 1 year

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love me tender...or maybe not - nectar

pairing: cupid bf!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, minor fluff - minors dni.

warnings: sub!wonwoo, mild switch!reader, 69, oral (both receiving), cum play, teasing, slight discomfort (not life-threatening), masturbating, reader is sort of peeking onto wonwoo

word count: ~2k

Author’s note: was too bored to write a summary atp🤧

series taglist: @wonwussy @duhnova @flowerwonu @junkissed @heartkyeom @enhacolor @misssugarlips

nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @booyouwhore17

“Here’s your coffee” Wonwoo hands over the paper cup to the client, a small thank you echoing as he hands over the money to pay for it. The man disappears out of the door and he lets out a breath, the shop finally empty - a wonderful chance for a small break before the real rush hour starts.

“Do you think we have time to brew two cups for ourselves before hell begins?” Seungkwan nudges Wonwoo’s shoulder, the latter nodding in agreement with a laugh. “Oh definitely, the cup I had before leaving home wasn’t nearly enough”

“Fair enough” the younger man sighs, “The usual?”

“Yep”

His phone dings and he fishes it out of his pocket, opening the notification, his heart jumping at the sight.

It’s a cute selfie of you with a peace sign and your lips formed in a pout, looking glossy thanks to your lip balm, your friend posing right behind you, a few minutes before your class starts.

It’s supposed to be a cute selfie - yet Wonwoo is looking at your lips like it’s the most delicious dessert in the universe. He still can’t take the image of your soft, plump lips kissing the crevices of his abs and licking the cum off his skin. He can feel his cheeks heating up, his breathing quickening, hands getting clammy. He’s getting dizzy and nothing can snap him out of it.

“Wonwoo? Are you okay, man?” Seungkwan notices his coworker in distress, putting down the freshly made coffee on the counter. “I….I don’t know” Wonwoo stutters.

“Dude, you look like you’re about to faint”

“I-I might be feverish”

“Go home then!”

“What? But people will start coming in soon!”

“I can’t risk you fainting in the middle of your shift, Wonwoo” Seungkwan retorts and the older man sighs in defeat.

“F-Fine, just…make sure you won’t be alone”

“No worries, I’ll call Seokmin in”

“Okay, see you next time” Wonwoo haphazardly takes off his apron, picks up his stuff and exits the shop, taking several breaths to calm himself down - but it isn’t working.

He needs to go home and he needs to go now.

You return home, throwing the keys on the pot right after locking the door. You take off your shoes, running your fingers over your scalp, grazing your nails and letting out a satisfied moan.

Coincidentally, you hear another moan from the far end of the apartment, a much deeper, yet needier one.

It catches you off by surprise, because you’re sure as fuck it’s Wonwoo’s voice - but he wasn’t supposed to be home so early.

You carefully make your way towards the bedroom, the moans getting louder, just like your heartbeat. You notice a few dark pink feathers scattered on the floor, carefully avoiding stepping on them. The sight you’re greeted with once you step foot into the bedroom is one you never thought you’d witness.

Wonwoo is kneeling on your shared bed, one hand perched on the pillow and the other tightly fisting his cock, his dark pink wings almost shivering on his back. His face is flushed and glistening with a thin layer of sweat, head hunched over the screen of his phone. His hand coated with his release, probably from his first orgasm. Or more than one.

“Wonwoo?” you softly call out his name and he gasps loudly when he notices you standing next to the bedroom door frame.

“Y-Y/N? I- Fuck- I’m so sorry-” he stutters while trying to cover himself with haphazard motions, his phone forgotten on the pillow. You notice it and catch it with your hand, Wonwoo’s pleas to put it down doing nothing to stop you.

Your eyes widen when you see the selfie you sent him earlier this morning, your lips all puckered up, but a very menacing thought crosses your mind.

“Care to explain, angel?”, you turn your attention to your boyfriend, who is still trying to salvage the remnants of his dignity. “I…I couldn’t resist”, “Resist what, pretty boy?”, you climb on the bed and over him, “It was just a picture of me”, “Not just a picture!”, Wonwoo blurts out, “Oh? Want to tell me more, then?”, you raise your eyebrow at him and he gulps, his wings ruffling nervously.

“I was at the cafeteria….You sent me the pic and I…I lost it” he admits, “Your lips looked so pretty, I couldn’t help but think about you kissing me, kissing my entire body with them” he breathes heavily, the same lightheadedness he felt in the cafeteria overcoming him again.

“Baby, it’s okay, stay with me” you drop the teasing act and relax your stance, trying to comfort Wonwoo. “I-I’m good, sweetheart” he reassures you, his hands absentmindedly resting on your waist, “Oh no, I stained your shirt-” he notices the freshly soiled fabric with his cum, embarrassment washing over him once more.

You chuckle at his behavior and raise his stained hand, licking off any excess of his previous release, moaning softly at the familiar strawberry flavor.

“Y/N, please, don’t torture me like that” Wonwoo whines, his cock twitching again. “What do you want me to do then?”

Here it is. The chance he was waiting for. And he won’t let it slide away.

“You…had the chance to taste me before”

“Yes…?”

“I want to taste you too, Y/N”

You’re pretty sure Wonwoo is trying to kill you at this point with the things he says these last few days.

“Are you saying…that you want to give me head, angel?” you bite back a smirk.

“Is that how it’s called?” Wonwoo asks bashfully and your lips betray you, forming into a grin, “Then yes, I want to give you head. But I also wish you could do the same” he bites his bottom lip.

“You want me to give you head at the same time? you ask him with a slightly teasing tone, “Want my lips wrapped around your pretty cock, just like you were imagining a few moments ago?”

Wonwoo purses his lips shut, turning his head away and feeling shameful for letting such vulgar thoughts take over him.

“Baby?” you put your thumb and pointer finger on his jaw, softly turning it to face you, “You don’t have to be shy with me”

“I’m not shy, I’m….ashamed”

“Ashamed? Why?”

“Greed is a sin…And I’m being greedy with my lover” Wonwoo gulps down nervously, a frown forming on your face.

“You aren’t being greedy, Wonwoo, you’re simply asking your lover to provide you with pleasure - that isn’t a sin" you retort, “Besides, it’s not like I won’t get anything out of it” you let out a chuckle, your heart swelling when you notice your boyfriend’s shoulders and wings finally relax.

“You’re….not wrong”, he thinks for a split second.

“Can…we start then?”

“Thought you’d never ask” you grin and get up, removing every single clothing article from your body, the cupid’s eyes widening at the sight of your stark naked body.

You waste zero time climbing over Wonwoo, your bare pussy hovering over his face and your lips centimeters away from the tip of his cock.

"You ready, angel?"

"Yes, please"

"Good boy" you giggle and dart your tongue out, experimentally kitten licking his tip. The tiny gasps heard from the cupid's mouth becomes the fuel for you to lower your mouth on his shaft, taking him whole.

"Ah, fuck!" Wonwoo curses, his mind starting to fog from pleasure. You aren't any better though - you've barely started sucking him off yet you're already bobbing your head, lips tightly locked around his cock.

He can see your pussy pulsing, your entrance clenching around emptiness, as if it's waiting for something-

Wonwoo doesn't think twice and flattens his tongue on your core, slowly dragging it from your clit to your hole, tasting your essence for the very first time.

His brain short-circuits as soon as the salty bitterness hits his taste buds, his eyes nearly rolling back to his head - which only makes him want to lick you more and more.

"Wonwoo, fuck, do that again, please" you beg him, your hand pumping his cock in a languid pace, swiveling your ass in an attempt to get his tongue back on your pussy.

He feels his heartbeat quickening and his cock twitching in your palm, but he can only focus on the heaven that exists between your legs, waiting for him to be devoured like a dainty meal, savored like the finest nectar in the universe.

He wordlessly complies and supports his torso on his elbows, propping himself to force his mouth on your cunt, his tongue lapping at your flowing juices, hungrier than before.

His moans spur you on to suck him until he's cumming undone underneath you. You don't hesitate to deepthroat his cock, not caring about the drool spilling on him - he just tastes so fucking good, so fucking sweet.

"Baby you taste so good, can't s-stop licking you"

"Please don't, Nonu, please don't stop, you're doing so good"

God, the praise alone could kill him.

He can feel his wings spasming, struggling beneath him, his cock threatening to spill in your mouth, but something in him tells him to push you closer to your orgasm, see you crumble down before he does.

So he fists the sheets and flattens his tongue on your clit, swiping it sideways as the bridge of his nose glides through your folds, keeping his head locked on your pussy.

"W-Wonwoo-" your moan is cut short, replaced by short, whiny gasps, your lower half trembling from your orgasm, legs feeling weak and falling down on the mattress, nearly suffocating him with your pussy.

"Y/N, y-your hand-" Wonwoo chokes as you mindlessly keep sliding your palm over his sensitive cock, the wet tip perched on your soft cheek. You're too lost in the afterglow of your orgasm that you don't stop until his cock explodes, thick, pearly white ropes of cum staining your cheek, some of it dripping on your lips.

The both of you are laying on the bed, only your labored breaths echoing in the bedroom. Your tired laugh changes the atmosphere, followed by Wonwoo's deeper one.

"For a cupid, you are really fucking messy, Nonu" you get up and face him, his eyes widening when he notices your cum covered face. You raise your hand, fingers about to pick up the cum off your cheeks, but Wonwoo's hand on your wrist stops you from doing so.

"Allow me" he says and replaces his fingers with yours, his pads gliding over your cheek, slowly picking up his cum.

You lean forward, trying to lick it off, but he's faster than you and slides his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

"You little-"

"What? You said I taste like strawberry and I wanted to confirm it" he defends himself and you throw him a nasty glare, making him smile bashfully.

"That doesn't mean you should stop cleaning me up, angel" you reprimand him and he purses his lips, continuing to clean your face up with the same tactic, occasionally letting you lick off the remnants of his orgasm.

"I don't think that's the right way to clean up someone"

"And what would you suggest?"

"A shower? Obviously?"

"Well, that will happen too, but it's more fun that way, isn't it?"

"I…cannot deny that" Wonwoo shyly agrees with you, wings ruffling close to his back.

"Your wings darkened again"

"Y-Yeah, they did"

"Do you regret it?"

A small pause, accompanied by a smile and a pair of wings stretching quietly, as if he's trying to show the now deep magenta color they are adorned with.

"Not at all" he replies, “Although I’m afraid this might prove to be quite the challenge for me”

“A challenge? Care to elaborate, sweet cupid?”

“How am I supposed to keep myself in check, now that I got the chance to savor the heaven that rests between your pretty legs?”

His words make your heart race with supersonic speed, your face heating up and your walls clenching at the very much honest compliment he just made.

“Well... Who said you have to keep yourself in check?”

#svthub #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo smut #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt fluff #svt smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen series #seventeen

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arwainian · 4 months

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The F@tT Fic Marathon: Catching up finally.

🎉I have officially read the full Friends at the Table AO3 tag!🎉

My very silly quest has reached its technical end point after EXACTLY 10 months of intensive reading! It has been sometimes grueling, often delightful, and led to me developing intense opinions in directions i never thought possible to myself. But I have done it, and I am extremely pleased with myself.

To get some housekeeping out the way, I usually give recs upon a writeup, but since there were only three fics left for me to read i'm just gonna shout them out generally.

Fics 1981-1983

check out i'm too scared to say half of the things i do (when i picture you) by waltztangocache for partizan era Kal'mera Broun fantasizing about Valence and trying to keep from letting that slip through their telepathic bond

and if you like Christmas fic, fangirl_squee has got you covered with Fero "not liking Christmas" but being roped into it anyway, and the Bluff City Masks crew hunting down some Christmas mini-miracles

and like, if you're looking for something to read, remember every single writeup has come with at least one personal recommendation. it's all under the tag #fatt fic marathon (also a caveat that these recommendations come from my personal tastes, i might not have mentioned a fic during the marathon that's a favorite of yours and i hope you continue to deeply enjoy what you love even when it might not have hit where I would have liked)

if you would like to take a look at the massive spreadsheet I used to keep track of which fics I was set to read together, as well as other info like what season it was for, and word count, here is a link to it!

What next?

First of all, I'm gonna spend a good long time reading other things. I've accumulated a great big To-Be-Read pile of pleasure reading consisting of both real-ass books and other fanfic that have been put at a lower priority while I powered through this project. I have had fun, but it is high time for a Break to read and do other stuff for a bit. (*glances nervously at my unstarted secsam project*)

If you happen to like my thoughts about what I'm reading, this past year I tried to keep track with reading log posts. They got stripped down to the basics over the course of the year and Finals Season sorta took it out of me so there's nothing for the past couple weeks BUT. i like reading a lot and i like talking about it a lot. so that's all tagged as #cal reading log if you want to keep up with me and my reading

and, what shall happen to these writeups! I'm not interested in continuing these in perpetuity, but I may give a final send off one when the tag hits 2000 (i'm still deciding). otherwise, this is likely the end of them. I might still shout out inidivudual cool fics that get published as I read them, but that's just like, good fandom practice to spread around cool fanworks tbh, rather than this weird thing I've done. nonetheless, i hope y'all had fun watching this journey

and a final thank you to all of the lovely authors who have made fanfic writing their hobby and have chosen to share what they write with others. Thank you! it is extremely obvious that I could not have done this if they never put pen to page or fingertip to keyboard and did the dang thing in the first place. you've made some cool stuff and i like reading it.

Happy New Year Everyone!

#fatt fic marathon #friends at the table #fatt

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cypherverze · 1 year

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CHAPTER ONE

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

SERIES MASTERLIST

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: Five years after your father’s death, you don’t know how to cope up with the loss, resulting in you joining the life that he had lived before. As you navigate your new found life, old enemies of your father had resurfaced and decided to come after you, knowing that your father is no longer alive, nothing will be able to stop them.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! this is my first time writing a fic/imagine. i just had a random idea of reader being john wick’s daughter, and i’m currently hooked in the john wick franchise, so i’m giving this a shot. i’m not sure yet of the romance pairing, but if ever this turns out okay, maybe i’ll add a pairing in the future. though i’m leaning towards it being peter parker x reader. this will be an avengers crossover with john wick. my apologies if there will be typos.

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, i had made fictional connections so that my fic would make sense. i don’t own the characters in my story. please do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 6,200

WARNINGS: mention of death, blood, knives, and violence.

DIVIDER BY: @delishlydelightfuldividers

FIVE YEARS.

It has been five whole years since your father died. You still clearly remembered receiving a call from one of his closest friends that your father passed away during work, finally succumbing to his injuries. It took you a long time before finally deciding to visit his grave, and there you were standing infront of the tombstone, with an epitaph. He was there, buried right next to your mother.

Loving Husband and Father.

You felt bitter. You let the anger and rage build up inside of you. You don’t know how to let out all of the emotions that you had bottling up. At this point, you are a ticking time bomb, little things can set you off. With the death of your parents and no other relatives, not that you know of, that you can turn to—basically making you an orphan, you never know how you’ll cope up in the harsh realities of this world. So you had resorted to the one thing that your father had promised you not to get involved with, and that is involving yourself in the criminal underworld. Thinking that why not continue your father’s legacy, what could be so wrong about it? It’s not like he’s still alive to berate you for it. You needed an outlet, and this is the closest thing that you can think of.

From there, just like your father, you climbed your way to the top, making you one hell of a legendary figure that was once your father, established yourself in the criminal underworld at a young age. You are a literal carbon copy of your father, how you maneuver and mimic all of his moves. However, no one knew you connections with your father, Jonathan Wick. Your father did all of his best for you to be kept hidden, though a few people know of your existence, yes. But only those people who your father trusted the most.

You don’t go by the name (Y/N) Wick, but (Y/N) Jovanovich—your father’s legal last name. The moment everyone finds out that you’re Jonathan Wick’s daughter, you are done for. Everyone will be coming for your head, using you against your father, and knowing him, you are his weakness. He can’t afford to lose you, just like how he lost your mother. He had decided to teach you basic self defense skills as well, and little by little, you are slowly becoming exposed to his true nature of work and in no time, teaching you everything as well—leading you now to the life you are currently living in.

You had decided to take a break from accepting contracts. After accepting contracts after contracts, you had felt a little burnt out and need to catch your breath, take a breather. You shouldn’t be doing this kind of job, a kid killing other people for a living, being tied to the to the criminal underworld. You should be attending high school right now and learning stuff, you have all the resources—monetary resources, because your father didn’t leave you empty handed when he died. He had solidifed everything to your name, knowing his line of work, he was bound to be gone soon, so he had wasted no time in fixing everything.

That is until one day, you had appeared under SHIELD’s radar. You couldn’t hide everything from them, so they knew everything about you. How you are a daughter of a legendary and elite assassin of the criminal underworld, and surprisingly connected to the one and only Anthony Edward Stark. Turns out you’re not alone in this world after all. Your mother, Helen, was Tony’s closest cousin—until Helen and him had lost contact. Tony was so persistent for you to live with him back at the Avengers compound, but you had refused. You had decided to live on your own, in your family’s house where you had grown up and had focused on rebuilding to keep the memories alive after Santino D’Antonio had blown it up to pieces. But you promised that you’ll visit and hangout with everyone at the compound from time to time.

You had never really showed any interest in joining the avengers, despite how qualified you are. It’s kind of a hypocritical idea for you, you kill people for a living while your uncle’s team saves the world. So that does not really sit well with you, also the publicity that the avengers are getting, it’s bad for you. You prefer a quiet life, a life in the shadows, and that’s a big part of your job. But hey, on the bright side, if they need help, you are always open in helping them in silence and secrecy.

Overall, the avengers were all really nice people when Tony had introduced you to them. They had welcomed you with an open arms, and they were excited to meet someone like you. They still can’t believe that at a young age, you are an elite assassin, a literal force to be reckoned with. Of course they understand your stand on joining them, so they didn’t push it any further, in which you are very grateful about.

“Hey, any family of Tony’s is already a family of ours. Welcome to the family!” Says the star-spangled man when he had met you.

It was a very tiring day, you had just gone back home from hanging out and helping the avengers out in stuff that they needed to do back at the compound. Unlocking your front door, you had been greeted by a dog. It was your dad’s dog, a pit-bull. Your father had never bothered on naming him, but you had taken it upon yourself in naming him ‘Koda’, from your favorite movie when growing up, Brother Bear. Koda had a bit of a time to adjust to his new name, but he came around.

“Hey, Koda! How are you boy? Sorry I had to leave you all alone…again. You know uncle Tony’s policy, no animals in the compound,” You bent down and pat his head, “But sooner or later I’ll have to raise that policy to him, maybe make an exception for you. I don’t want to leave you in this big house all alone whenever I’m out for work.” You sighed.

Koda had been kind of your emotional support dog in some way when your parents passed away, and he makes you really happy, gives you so much joy. You made your way to the kitchen to refill his dog bowl and let him run off in the backyard after finishing his meal to do his thing, while you went upstairs and change into one of your oversized shirt and pajamas.

It was a quiet night. A bit of eerie quiet, but that is how it is every night and you live alone, the neighborhood was peaceful and quiet in general, so kudos to your parents for picking out a good environment to live in. But somehow, there’s this feeling of discomfort in your chest, your chest felt heavy and you don’t know why. You decided to ignore the feeling and went back out to check on Koda. You had opened the sliding door that leads to the backyard for Koda to come in, closed and locked it afterwards. Since you are not sleepy yet, you had decided to have a movie night, preparing some popcorn in the kitchen and grabbing a can of soda.

Turning all of the lights off, the only source of light in the house is the television. You had relaxed yourself on the couch, and Koda had positioned himself beside you. Half way into the movie, you heard a few rustling of bushes outside and paid no attention to it, but you are on high alert. Until it all happened in a blink of an eye. Your body had been thrown off across the room so hard, you had a hard time focusing your vision, you saw that everything around you is slowly being destroyed due to the huge fire consuming it. Koda had rushed to your aid, whining. You had let out a chuckle, knowing that the same thing had happened to your dad. The only difference is that there is no marker binding you.

“Really?! Fucking hell, I just rebuilt this house and some moron decided to mess with the wrong person.” You’re seething with anger, trying to stand up and hissing from the pain.

You slowly and carefully make your way out of the burning house, with Koda guiding you, and stood still in the backyard, slowly watching how the house be destroyed by the fire all over again, with Koda right beside you. You just stayed there, waiting until the help arrived.

“You good, kiddo? What happened?” The police woman, Eliza, asked.

“Gas leak.” Your gaze had remained on the pavement, not bothering looking at her.

“Uh huh.”

“I forgot to check everything before I went to bed.”

“Alright. You got any relatives near the area that you can stay with for the meantime?”

“Yeah.” You stood up, “Have a good evening, officer Eliza.” You began walking away with Koda by your side. Eliza sighed and just stood there, watching you walk away.

It’s was a long walk to the continental, but you have no choice. You had sustained a few minor injury and minor forehead wounds with blood still visible and fresh your shirt. By the time you had reached the continental, the sun was starting to rise.

“Is the manager in?” You asked the concierge.

“Ms. Jovanovich, welcome. Yes, the manager is always in.”

“I would like to talk to the manager. Thank you.”

“Would you like me to announce your presence?”

“Yes please.” You nodded and commanded Koda to stay with the concierge, and made your way to the lounge.

You had arrived in the lounge and saw Winston, the manager of New York’s continental. He motioned you to sit down on the seat infront of him.

“(Y/N), what brings you here? I thought you’re on break.” He chuckled lightly at you, he can see the resemblance of you and your father.

“Yeah, until some moron decided to blow up my house.” You seethed in anger, “Do you know something about this?”

“Not that I know of.” He leaned back on his seat, “Though I heard that some people had finally catch on to you, and discovered your true identity. But you didn’t hear it from me.” You held his gaze, never faltering. He wrote something on the paper, tore it and slowly slide it towards you and took it.

Tarasov.

“You are free to do anything. Since you are not bound by any marker or have accepted a contract, if you want to track the people behind it, be my guest. The continental’s door is always open to you, but always remember, no activities of any kind here in the continental.” You stood up, thanked and bid him goodbye.

You left the continental and began walking to the avengers compound, to seek refuge for the meantime. But you can’t stay there for long, it’s a matter of time before Tarasov catch a whiff of you again, you don’t want the avengers to be involved in this possible personal dispute. They might be the world’s mightiest hero and can defend themselves against Tarasov’s man, but this is your mess to fix. No matter what, you can’t let the avengers be involved.

One of the most important thing that you need to do is you need to get your shit together, you’re angry, of course. But you don’t want to act impulsively without carefully planning everything. The Tarasov mob are once your father’s associates, that is until he had decided to retire so that he can spend the rest of his life with your mother. Viggo Tarasov, the head of the Tarasov mob, gave your father an impossible task to earn his freedom. Life went well with your dad, despite the death of your mother, until his knucklehead of a son, Iosef Tarasov, had decided to mess with your father. But eventually, that said knucklehead had gotten what he deserved, along with his father, Viggo.

Now, the Tarasov mob is being led by Abram Tarasov, Viggo’s brother. He had took on the reigns and steered it back to its original course. Clenching your fist at the sudden realization, you had realized that your father had a close encounter with Abram when he retrieved his car from him, instead of killing him, he had decided to spare his life. Knowing that if Abram messes with your father again, he won’t hesitate to fire a bullet into his head. Now that your father is gone, he’s coming after you. A revenge for what your father did to his brother, Viggo and his nephew, Iosef. He had already learnt of your father’s death and it’s only a matter of time as well before he puts up an open contract, targeting you.

“Abram, that fucking son of a bitch.”

By the time you had arrived at the avengers compound, the sun was already at its peak. The security of the compound had immediately recognized you and let you in. Everyone was already awake and doing their tasks for the day, they haven’t been called for a mission so some of them are present. You had started limping toward the common area and FRIDAY announcing your presence.

“Ms. Jovanovich has arrived.”

Natasha looked up with a smile when friday had announced your arrival, but the smile from her face instantly faltered as soon as she saw your condition.

“Kid, the hell happened to you?!” Sam and Rhodey rushed to help you and sat you gently down on the couch.

You leaned back and rest yourself on the couch, closing your eyes for a bit. Steve, Bucky, Vision, and Clint staring at you as well with full concern visible on their faces. Wanda rushed to the kitchen to get you some frozen peas to numb the pain the you felt on your shoulders, handing it to you quickly and thanking her.

“Fri, please tell Tony and Bruce that (Y/N) is here and is in need of medical attention, ASAP.” Steve commanded Friday.

“Yes Sir.”

“Bruce and Tony are currently in the lab right now, but don’t worry, (Y/N) they’re coming soon.” Steve softly assured you.

“Do you want to tell us what happened, doll?” Bucky asked you softly.

“Some moron decided to have a playtime with a grenade launcher and blow up my house in the middle of the night.” Anger radiating off of you, and had straightened yourself on the couch.

You also sensed the anger from the team when you mentioned the reason why you’re in a bad condition right now. Tony and Bruce came rushing in on the common area, heading straight towards you.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?! What the fuck happened to you?!” Tony asked in full panic and anger.

“Some people had blown up her house in the middle of the night.” Wanda said.

“You need to be brought to the med bay, (Y/N). We need to check on your injuries.” Bruce calmly said and nodded at him.

“Tell me the name and I’ll destroy that fucker.” Tony seethed.

“No.” You firmly said, “No one will do anything. I will handle this myself, this is mine alone to fix.”

“Kid are you crazy?” Sam said, “In your condition, you won’t be able to that last long.” You grinned at Sam.

“Thanks for the concern, Sam. But you haven’t seen me fight, have you? I have fought everyone even in my worst condition but I still made it out in one piece. I’ve been doing this since I was a kid.”

“Hate to break it to you guys, but the kid’s right. She’s a natural,” Natasha backed you up, “But I agree with Wilson, you are in no state to fight. At least until you have fully recovered.”

“This is just some minor injuries and gashes, it’s no big deal.”

“Okay, kid. You’re a persistent one, aren’t you,” Tony sighed, “If you want to finish your business, you have to recover first. You are in the compound, so follow the rules. Also, why the hell would someone randomly blow up your house in the middle of the fucking night?” He said as he sat right next to you.

“Well, if you have a father that has a job of being an assassin and legendary figure in the criminal underworld, everyone is bound to come for your head.” You chuckled lightly.

They know informations about you, given what the profile that SHIELD has of you. But there had been information in the file that had been omitted, information that shouldn’t be put in the file for your safety, if ever the file had landed in the wrong hands. So they don’t know everything about you besides what the file from SHIELD says. Even Tony, despite him being your uncle, there are stuff that he doesn’t fully know about you.

Everyone was just looking at you. You sighed and had decided that it’s time for them to know the truth. They are your family now, at least they deserve to know the truth about you.

“My father is Jarnadi Jovanovich. He’s an assassin in the criminal underworld. People professionally know him as Jonathan Wick or John Wick.” The team was listening intently at you, “They call him The Devil, The Ghost, Lo Spettro, Death’s Very Emissary, but he’s well known as Baba Yaga.”

“Baba Yaga? What’s that?” Rhodey asked. Before you can answer Rhodey, Natasha had beaten you off to it.

“It’s Boogeyman in Russian.” You nodded as a thank you at her.

“My father earned the nickname Baba Yaga because of his unparalleled hyper-lethality. His reputation throughout his career, his peerless efficiency and reliability had earned him considerable respect, and at same time, fear within the criminal underworld.”

“Well damn.” Sam said.

“My father has this persistence to go after those people who earned his anger, making him a legendary figure that is known to the leaders of all criminal organizations as someone never to cross or mess with.”

“Years before he died, he was an associate, the head executor of the leader of the Tarasov mob, Viggo Tarasov. My dad wanted to retire, so he did. But Viggo gave my dad an impossible task, which is to kill all of Viggo’s enemies in one night. Dad really wanted to live a life of peace, away from it all. He wanted to live, marry, and grow old with my mom, Helen Stark—uncle Tony’s closest cousin.”

“What happened then?” Sam asked.

“What do you think happened?” You chuckled, “I’m here right infront of you. He had succeeded the task and Viggo granted his freedom. Then yadda yadda, got married, dozed off into the sunset and eventually, they had me. When my mom passed away, dad had kept me hidden. Off the radar from anyone else that is connected to the underworld, aside from those people who he really trusts. Trust me, you wouldn’t want someone like my dad coming after you if you had betrayed him.”

“I can imagine.” Wanda chimed in.

“No one really knows that he has a daughter, up until now because he hid and protected me so well from those people that wanted to come after him. That’s why I never really use ‘Wick’ as my last name, knowing that if I use them, it will cause too much noise and unwanted problems for me. So I had decided to use Jovanovich as my last name, which is my dad’s legal last name. It helps me keep off unwanted attention at bay, and assassins and mob families coming for my head just because I’m Jonathan Wick’s daughter.”

“I have been living peacefully, as you all know. Despite the job that I do which is unusual for a teenager to be involved in, but not that I care, it’s fun—until last night, when someone had decided to blow up my house,” You growled, “I had just rebuilt that house, but the motherfucker had decided to mess with a grenade launcher and blow up my house.”

“Don’t tell us that someone had learned your true identity and had decided to come for you.” Steve said, concern evident in his face and ignoring the colorful language that you let out.

“Bingo, cap! You got that one right.”

“But who would even do that? You had made your private information completely hidden. I just don’t get it.” Bruce said.

“Years ago, before my dad passed away, at that time he was already retired. Mom just passed away, so he was on the grieving stage, some nutjob infiltrated our house and managed to beat up my dad, left him unconscious, killed our dog, daisy, which is a parting gift from my mom, and stole his car. Which also held very important memories for us. Turns out, the one who did it was Iosef Tarasov, Viggo’s useless and stupid son. Viggo respects and had always feared my dad, but his useless and stupid son had decided to poke the devil in the back.”

“When Viggo found out what his son did, he was angry. Viggo valued and respected my dad, he knew very well that my dad won’t let this go easily. His stupid son had killed our dog, daisy and stole his car, Iosef won’t be getting out alive after it. In the end, dad had managed to kill Iosef and Viggo as well. Now it brings us back as to why my house was blown up.”

“Before I went here, I had visited the Continental. Continental is a hotel for us assassins and other people that has ties with the underworld, it serves as our neutral ground. It is our sanctuary, where we can be safe, in where rule number one is that you can’t do underworld business, like killing, inside the contenental. Rule number 2, is to honor the marker. But story of marker will be on another day.”

“Okay, let me get this straight. This vendetta against your dad, and eventually you had started just because of a dog and a car?” Clint raised his eyebrows.

“Well, if you’ll look at it, that’s kind of what it is.” You shrugged.

“I mean that’s understandable, we have and dog and anyone who killed my dog, I’ll come after them.” Clint said. You nod in agreement.

“Is there a peaceful way to settle this?” Steve suggested, you just laughed a little bit in a maniac way.

“Cap, when you work in this kind of field, settling this is never peaceful. There will always be a loss of life that will be involved. Viggo tried settling this peacefully with my dad, but what happened? That man ended up dead, along with his son. That will teach you to never mess with other people’s stuff.”

“So what do you want to do now, doll?” Bucky asked.

“Meh,” You shrugged, “Besides, it’ll be no time before Tarasov put out an open contract for other assassins to kill me, putting a bounty on my head. Which brings me to my other agenda to talk about, I can’t overstay here in the compound, there will be assassins that will be after me the moment that open contract is up and going, I can’t risk them tearing up this place.”

“You don’t have to worry about us, (Y/N). We can completely protect ourselves.” Rhodey said.

“We have Bruce, he can just smash them in one go, it’s no sweat.” Natasha joked and everyone laughed, including you.

“No, do not in ANY way get involved with this. If you manage to kill one of them, they will know that someone is aiding me. I can’t afford for these people to know that I’m tied with you guys, I’m already thankful enough that the High Table haven’t caught a whiff of me yet being Jonathan Wick’s daughter, and I also intend on keeping it that way, thank you very much. The last thing that I want is the High Table coming for my ass.” You stood up so fast, causing yourself to wobble and almost fell out of balance, if it’s not for Tony catching you, you would’ve fallen on the floor by now.

“I will be staying at the continental, it is the place that I damn well know I won’t get murdered while sleeping for sure,” You smile at them gently, “Though no offense to you guys, okay? I know that no one will be able to get in and out in the compound that has state of the art techs, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. These people are really good in blending in, like one of those people that you’re fighting.” They nodded.

“What? Hydra?” Sam asked.

“Yes, them. You never know, that one of the staff that works here inside the compound might be an assassin. Who knows?”

“Okay, how about you stay first to get treated and after that, I’ll accompany you to the continental.” Tony suggested, in all honesty, he was not having it at all. He wants you to say in the compound, until you’re already in good state.

“Can’t,” You sighed, “I can go there through a an uber or taxi. You cannot be within the continental’s vicinity, ANY of you. That is the place where assassins are all in. They’ll easily know that I’m all connected with you.”

“There are a lot of don’t’s than the do’s, kiddo. I don’t like it one bit.” Tony was a bit frustrated.

“But to make it up for you guys, okay, fine. I’ll stay, but only for one night, to be patched up. After that, I’m gonna bounce out from here, but I’ll make sure that after all of this fiasco, I’d visit more often.” You smiled, and you compromise had earned cheers from the team.

You never stay too long in the compound, they rarely see you as well. You’ll visit once or twice a month, then there are times that they won’t see you for a whole month or two, depending on your work. So that’s why they wanted to you to stay a bit longer.

“Yay! Can’t believe that (Y/N) is staying with us for the first time!” Wanda cheered.

“It’s only temporary,” You reminded and smiled at Wanda.

“Hell yeah girl! We only get to see you once or twice a month kid, so excuse us if we get too happy of you staying instead of visiting just for a day and dipping out on us then going off the grid for how many months.” Sam ruffled your hair and smiled.

Tony put an arm around your shoulders to steady you. You hissed from the pain, there’s a wound in your right stomach that is yet to be treated, you got that after your last contract. It is taking its sweet time to heal, that’s why you took a break from work. You don’t want the stitches to burst open, and with the recent thing that happened to you, the wound surely bled and had opened a bit from the impact when you were thrown off across the room the moment that the explosion had happened.

Abram Tarasov really picked a good time to attack you, right when you were taking a break from the wound that you had suffered from. Knowing that your moves will be limited, that bastard. But he should always remember that any kind of wounds won’t stop you.

“Let’s get you to the the med bay so that you can be patched up asap, kiddo,” You thanked Tony silently, “I also need to talk to you about something.”

You thanked the rest of the team, and they told you that they’ll be visiting you in the med bay from time to time to keep you company.

Once you arrived at the med bay, with Bruce following right after, it was quiet. They laid you down in one of the beds, you noticed an Asian woman, assuming that she’s the one in charge, walked towards you.

“Hello, my name is Helen Cho. I’m the head doctor.” She smiled at you.

Helen. She has the same name as your mother, you couldn’t help but get a little bit sad when you had remembered your mother. But you are quick to mask it off and smiled back at her.

“Nice to meet you, Helen. I’m (Y/N), Tony’s niece.”

Tony and Bruce stepped aside and watched while Helen patch you up. When Helen lifted your shirt up, you were correct, your wound on the right stomach had bursted off a bit. Causing it to bleed and soak in your shirt, you were thankful that it’s only a little bit.

“(Y/N), you were here at the compound yesterday, why didn’t you had it treated?” Bruce looked at you sadly.

“I was doing fine, I treated the would myself.”

“Is this why you’re feeling a discomfort yesterday?” Tony questioned.

“Yeah…kind of” You trailed off.

“How did you get that wound?” Bruce asked.

“I was fighting someone at work, when I didn’t noticed that there was an opening on my end, the asshole took their shot and managed to slash me with a knife.” Tony and Bruce sighed.

“So what’s the advice, doc?” Tony asked.

Helen was already working on patching up your wound, cleaning it off and sewing it close. After that, she proceed on cleaning the gashes on your forehead.

“The wound on her stomach may take a while to heal, it’s pretty deep. If you decided to jump back right in, there’s a high chance it will bust open again, and you do not want that to happen. If it did, you’ll bleed a lot, again.”

“It’s something that had happened to me before, I can take a little bleeding.”

“Are you kidding me right now, Jovanovich?” Tony bursted, “How many days does she need until she recovers?” He turned towards Helen.

“Maybe a week or two, the wound is deep and still fresh. I’m amazed that she hadn’t passed out yet for the amount of blood that she lost.”

“It’s nothing that I can handle, I’ve already done this so many times, trust me.” You butted in.

“Zip it, young lady!” Tony glared at you, you looked at him in disbelief.

“That’s it, she’s all patched up. She needs to rest for at least two weeks before she’s up and going again, I will be leaving a few medications for her to take, mostly to subdue the pain.” Helen cleaned off and kept the stuff that she used in patching you up and left.

“Thanks, Helen!” Tony and Bruce thanked him.

“I’ll go ask Natasha if she can lend (Y/N) some clothes to change on, she needs to change that shirt because it’s soaked in blood.” Bruce left the med bay.

“You know that I can’t stay here for two weeks, right?” You said to Tony as he sat down on the chair beside you.

“I’m not up for any arguments, you’re staying here at the compound until you’re fully recovered.” Your eyes widened.

“What?! You know I can’t! What the hell?”

“I said what I said, (Y/N). You are staying here until you recover and that’s final. No more arguments. Ajourned.” You groaned, knowing that you can’t win against Tony on this one, it’s a stalemate.

“Fine. Let’s just hope that Tarasov doesn’t put out an open contract while I’m completely out of commision.” You sighed. Tony stood up and hugged you, left a soft kiss on your head.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Tony sat back again and looked at you softly.

“What is it?”

“How’s the idea of you going to high school? There’s a good school that you can go to in Queens. Just a few minutes away from the compound.” You stared at him, not knowing what to say.

There’s a part inside of you that wants to agree, to experience living a normal life. But at the same time, there’s a part of you that you don’t want to. You are afraid that these people may come for you, in a place that a lot of people go to and doesn’t have any idea of what the hell is going on, there’s also a high chance that they can target you there. Where they can easily blend in, due to the amount of people that goes there. So you are unsure.

“There’s a boy that’s currently interning for me, he goes to the same school. You can hangout with him and his friends at school, you won’t be alone.” He smiled at you.

“You’re accepting interns now?”

“Really? That’s the only thing you gathered from what I said?” You chuckled.

“Look, uncle Tony, I’m thankful for the offer. Really. But I’m not sure about this one, I don’t know how long can Tarasov keep my identity any longer from others. I don’t want putting everyone there in danger, especially this boy. Can this boy even protect himself?” Tony smirked at you.

“Trust me, this boy can protect himself alright.” You narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t tell me that he’s one of the team.”

“Yes, no. Maybe, kind of? But the point is, he’s perfectly fine in defending himself. So you have nothing to worry about.” You sighed.

You wanted to agree, but the sudden idea of going to an actual high school might not be so bad. However, you aren’t permanently living in the compound, you are set on rebuilding your house, again. You are not sure that you’re capable of leaving the house, your family’s house where a lot of memories had been made. Your parent’s memories are buried there, so it’s one of the many reasons why you can’t make any hasty decisions at the moment.

“Is it alright if I can think about this first? It’s a lot of stuff to take in, especially that I had just taken a medication. Everything’s woozy for me at the moment.”

“It’s alright. I’ll give you time to decide, kiddo. No pressure.” You thanked your uncle silently.

You desired to live a life that your father had lived once. To grow up as a normal teenager that goes to high school. When your father got a taste of that life, everything had been worth it of leaving everything behind. But you chose to enter this life, the life he had before retiring, the one that your father had spend the rest of his life in staying away from the moment he retired, until these people had decided to throw him back in the game all over again. No matter how you desire for it, you know that you can never escape it. Somehow, it will be a constant in your life. The dream that you dreamed of, it will only remain as a dream and nothing else.

You never regretted any of the decision you made. You were thankful, you were given an outlet to release everything that you’ve been bottling up inside of you, it became a comfort for you. Thinking about it, if you didn’t make any decision of doing it, you might have ended up going all crazy. Your trance had been broken up by barking, it was Koda rushing near the bed. You laughed and reach down to pet his head.

“Hey, buddy. Sorry for leaving you there, but I take it that the team loved you.” You smiled at him and leaned in your touch.

“You know about my policy about animals.”

“Speaking of policy, is it possible to bend it a little on my favor?” You smiled at Tony cheekily, “Please.”

“Ugh okay, fine.” Tony playfully rolled his eyes at you, and you squealed in happiness.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” You reached forward and hugged him tightly.

“Sir, Mr. Parker has arrived.” Friday announced.

“Thanks, Fri. Tell him to meet me at the lab.”

“Ms. Jovanovich, Ms. Romanoff said that she will be bringing you the clothes later.”

“Thank you, Fri.” You break the hug, “I assume that it’s your intern?” Tony nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you two once you’re out of here at the med bay.” You nodded.

“Alright then, can’t wait to meet Tony Stark’s protégé.” Both of you laughed. He stood up from his seat, gave a quick hug and softly kissed your forehead.

“Get some rest kiddo. Red will be right up in a while.”

2 weeks.

2 weeks where you’ll be able to live normally for a while. You really do hope that Tarasov doesn’t make any move, or has said anything about your true identity to the others. You need 2 weeks of peace to think properly.

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thana-topsy · 9 months

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Hello! I hope this isn't too much of a loaded question, but do you have any general tips for writing? I'd like to give fanfic writing a shot at some point.

Not at all! I'm always happy to talk shop about writing! As far as general tips go, there are some things that I think everyone could benefit from, so I'll try to condense my opinions and suggestions into A Numbered List. (We'll limit it to 5 suggestions for now).

Read Actively I mean this in the sense of really chewing on whatever it is you're reading. Dig into the meat of That One Paragraph and look for things you enjoy, things that tickle your brain. I'll give an example from something I read recently, which is our lovely @kookaburra1701's newest story "Aristeia" "They crested the final hillock; Mor Khazgur dominated the shallow valley below. When she had been younger, Borgakh had often imagined the longhouse was a lazy cat asleep on a bright green rug, curled up against the rocks of the Druadach Mountains. When the stronghold’s goats were pastured in the glade, they played the role of mice scurrying about under the cat’s nose." I was just ENAMORED by this passage. The whimsy, the rhythm of some the repeating consonants -- stronghold's goats, glade -- and just the imagery it drummed up, reminding me of those fanciful imaginings of my own childhood. So don't just read a lot, but read actively. Read works that inspire you, authors that impress you, and subject matter that's similar to the type of stuff you want to be writing. And think about why you like the things your like, and draw that inspiration into your own writing. Imitate your heroes until you're no longer imitating and it's just how you write.

Accept Constructive Criticism This one is always a challenge in the beginning. The Ego is a powerful little devil, and it'll try to confuse you. It'll tell you that your value is tied to the words on the page. But I'm here to tell you that YOU are NOT the words on the page. Take an objective stance on your prose and your plot. Everyone starts somewhere and (hopefully) nobody ever stops learning or improving. NOTE: Notice I said constructive criticism. This does not mean you should let people tear your work into shreds in bad faith. Listen to people who want to see you improve and also find joy in the craft of writing.

Read Your Writing Out Loud This is kind of self-explanatory. You'll get a really good feel for your own rhythm and flow VERY easily this way. And you'll catch almost any mistakes right away.

Cut All Unnecessary Words This is getting into the technical side of things, but why not? One of the first books I read on the craft of writing (whose title unfortunately escapes my mind at the moment) contained this advice, and it is STILL something I struggle with. Obviously, when you have a character with a specific voice, sometimes they get flowery in their internal speech and observations. I'll use Aiden as an example: "The fort loomed over them, massive and severe. Aiden attempted to judge the architecture and found he wasn’t quite sure what race or nation could have possibly built it. Or when it was built, for that matter. Second era, perhaps? The design seemed more Breton than Nord: austere, angular, and formal. But so close to the Velothi mountains, it could have been Imperial." I bolded words that don't actually add anything of value to the descriptions here. We lose nothing by cutting them out. But they're how Aiden thinks about the world around him. So I keep them to give shape to his internal processing. I'd say to try to write without these kinds of flavor words first, then start adding them in. Learn the rules before you break them, or break the habit before it becomes the ONLY way you write.

Write Every Day This one is tough in the beginning, but it's so crucial to becoming a better writer. WRITE. EVERY. DAY. Even if it's just 200 words, do it. Make it your little morning ritual or evening wind-down. Pick a time that's just for you and your words. Close all your tabs, put your phone on silent, and just write. Be alone with the world that you are trying to create. And soon enough, you'll find that you can't go a day without writing something. And what a joy that is.

That's my list! I hope you found these tips useful! I also recommend reading books on the craft of writing, too.

Best of luck on your journey! You have infinite possibilities before you.

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deancasbigbang · 7 months

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Title: Oxytocin

Author: eachainn

Artist: spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Past Dean/Other

Length: 29416

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, True Form Castiel, Castiel Possessing Dean Winchester

Posting Date: October 13, 2023

Summary: This was what Dean did, spouted off statements that made absolutely no sense except to his own mind. And then he would grin and wait for Castiel to respond. He had initially thought that this was a demonic tick developed over forty years in hell. But it hadn't disappeared with the rest of the demonic attributes. Dean continued to be incomprehensible. OR the 5 times Dean said he needed Cas and the 1 time Cas realized what that meant.

Excerpt: The hellhounds howled again, Dean's soul practically vibrating at the same frequency. No. Nonononono. I can't do that again. I can't be that again. Don't let them take me back. "I won't." Dean didn't seem to hear him, still swinging wildly with each howl. I can't. I...just dump me back in. "I can't." The fuck? "This is more complicated than I expected." He hadn't expected to have to rebuild so much of Dean. He hadn't expected to be alone for this. He hadn't expected it to be him. Castiel closed his fingers more firmly around Dean's shoulder bone, swinging his heads as he tried to track the hellhounds. He didn't have much more time to think. Other plans, Cas. "We run." We're not leaving me. I need that. The demons might too, which meant that they were stuck like this. That left him with rebuilding, which they didn't have time for and, more importantly, looked different from this end. "I need a vessel." Like a body? Grab mine and make a run to a morgue. "A specific body. There's a devout man a few miles from here." A...You mean possession. Dean's soul soured. Castiel braced against the burning and was relieved when the hellhounds howled again from closer. Dean flinched but held himself hard against Castiel's grace to the point where Castiel was tempted to absorb and break down Dean's soul just to save himself. But he couldn't because his task was to raise the Righteous Man. "Dean-" Not gonna let you possess some poor bastard, Cas. That's not an option. "I need permission." More demons now, catching up with the hellhounds. "Nothing is done without permission." Yeah? And I'm sure you go after people who know this stuff. "Yes. They are devout." Oh, the ones that want to jump your bones anyway. "Dean-" Why I thought you bastards would be different from the demons I don't know but- "If I don't get a vessel, I'll die!" Some of the fury leaked out of Dean, Castiel feeling a deep pulse of confusion. You made it through Hell. "Others didn't." Castiel cast a nervous glance at the forest before twisting around to grab at his wing. For a moment, it was in all of its multidimensional glory and then it was a bird wing. Castiel decided to ignore that shift, instead pulling out a feather and letting it drift down. He could feel Dean watching it, keeping one eye on it as the piece of his grace dissolved before it hit the ground. Dean recoiled hard enough that Castiel stumbled to the side, still managing to keep his hand on Dean's corpse. Fuck. It was perhaps a little much. That had been an injured part of him that would have sloughed off anyway. The rest of him would be sturdy enough, at least until the demons appeared. After that he would have to rethink. Use me.

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v4mpre98 · 5 months

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·.༄࿔ Geometry Class

Female Suguru Geto x Female reader

Summary: Geto has the fattest crush on you and everyone knew except you.

Genre: Fluff, romance, slight angst,

Author note: First fanfic so don’t mind any grammar mistake or error

A Friday afternoon 1:34, heading to geometry is the worst after not studying for the test at all. I cursed my self for not studying one bit.

I signed while coming inside and walking toward my seat.

That’s when I saw her sitting next to my seat. Suguru Geto the smartest girl in geometry. “Maybe I won’t fail the test if I ask her for some answers” as I thought to myself.

“Heyyy Getooo!!” As I said while waving at her. She jumped a little but she wave back and turn her head to the other side. I could’ve sworn she was blushing.. “So adorable” I thought.

“Sorry if I startled you” I uttered. She hummed while nodding. “So do you mind if uhhh if maybe I can get some answers”…

My heart begun to beat fast thinking she might say no. “Sure.” She spat out. I was a little surprised but I wasn’t complaining. “Thanks your the best!” I said while smiling. That’s when the teacher came in and yelled at everyone to be quiet and get prepared for the test. I groaned but, I did what I was told and listen.

5 minutes into the test and nothing filled out. “I’m screwed” I thought. A pencil tapped and I looked to my left direction. And it was her showing some of the answers.

I began to copy the answers and fill out the sections. I looked at her and whispered “Thank you.” While smiling. She smiled a little back.

After everyone gave their test. 2:28 the bell rang and everyone packed and left for their next class. I waved at Geto and walked away until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned my head and saw her with a note. “Please take it.” Is all she said and quickly walked out.

I was quite confused but I shrugged it off and walked out too. That’s when I saw him with her.. Gojo and his new girlfriend. Our relationship ended 3 months ago since I saw multiple girls on his phone.

It hurt but, I had to do what was done and broke up with him. I started to speed walk to my class since it was right there. That’s when I saw him starring at me and hugged his new girlfriend while smirking. I was shock, pissed, and disgusted at the same time.

I could feel tears forming but refused to let them rolled down my cheeks.

Time went by it was end of the period and I had 10 minute of free time before class ends. Bored out of my mind I put my head down until my friend Yuki grabbed the note out of my pocket.

“Woah..” she said. I quickly snatch the note back and scolded her to not do that again. “So are you guys official?”

My eyes widen a little and blush formed around my face. “Huh”! I yelled and everyone looked. I blushed even more out of embarrassment and I looked to the other side.

As I read the note I was dumbfounded. It was a love note!! I thought it was just some random answer or whatever that wasn’t serious.

“Oh shit I have to find her” I said. “Go for it she had liked you for the longest I known since ninth grade.” Yuki implied. At this point you were about to explode, you are in the 11th grade now. So it three years since she liked you.

The bell rang and you quickly said bye to Yuki and ran to find where Geto was. You had also liked her but, since Gojo asked you out of the blue you stopped.

That’s when you saw her putting her stuff away in her locker. You ran up to her catching her off guard and hugged. She hugged back while leaning on your shoulder. “So does this mean we are official now?” She questioned.

“Yes a million of yes”! I said. She smiled and grabbed my stuff and put it in her locker. Breaking the silence I asked “do you wanna walk together since we live close by each other Geto?”

“You can call me Suguru” she implied. “Let’s walk together at home Suguru” I said. She smiled and nodded.

#geto suguru x reader #Female Geto #wlw #gojo satoru #Romance #Fluff #Female geto x you

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vampspoison · 1 year

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A true Angelino . — dead island 2.

pairing ; Bruno x gn!reader

Warnings / tags ; fluff , slight angst if you squint , comfort , pet names (baby,love) , make out section at the end , no y/n , mention of zombies , cussing , just 2 idiots in love <3.

Summary ; A zombie had ripped Brunos beanie on the way back to Emma's Mansion, you decide to fix it.

Word count ; 800 +

Authors Note ; I got sort of inspired to write this from this post ! Send them lots of love <33. This is also the first fanfic I'll be posting so sorry if its ass😭

The front doors slam open, and Bruno walks in, at this point, not many get surprised of his obnoxious and loud break ins anymore.

Whenever he heads out for supplies, to find information, or whatever, he's tired, but cheerful. He always comes to you and tells you everything that he has done that day.

It's cute, really. Usually, you'll sit on one of the couches around the house, and he'll lay his head on your lap as he talks your ear off. Or, it'll be full of giggles and soft kisses.

But today's different.

When you saw him, you realize that his beanie is gone. His hair is a complete mess, and he looks mad.

" Holy shit Bruno, what happened to you? "

You stand up and slowly walk up to him, your hands cup his face lightly. He melts at the soft touch, sighing.

" It's stupid, but a zombie ripped my beanie on my way back. Ese hijo de puta puede comer mierda... " He frowns at the memory.

Bruno backs away from your touch and digs into his pocket, taking out the beanie he was talking about. It's the one he would always wear. Infact, when you two had first met, he told you that it was his favorite.

The beanie now, however, had a huge tear in the back of it.

" Can I borrow it for a while? "

He gives you a questioning glare but hands it to. You analyze it for a second before giving him a reassuring smile, his gaze softens.

You take his hand and lead him to your room, his hand is rough, and bloody against yours. When you both make it into your room, you point at the bed and let go of his hand.

" Sit down, baby. " Bruno blushes at the pet name, but shoots back an ; " Of course, love. " before sitting down. You roll your eyes, place the beanie on the desk and go through your closet.

" What are you looking for? "

You smirk and take out a sewing machine that was hidden behind all the supplies and weapons. The sewing machine had a little bumps here and there but it still works.

" Oh. oh . "

You snort and place the sewing machine on the desk, you enter the plug to the closest outlet. " Can you get me a black thread? It's in that basket. " You point at where the basket is.

He nods and takes out a black thread. He throws you the thread, catching it, you ask; " So, what happened to your hair, love? " as you get straight to work.

He sits back down and mumbles something underneath his breath.

" You don't have to tell-" But he cuts you off before you can even finish.

" Nah, I'll tell you, so uh.." He looks around the room his cheeks burning up from embarrassment. " I had to shave some part of my hair off 'cuz some zombie ripped my dreads really fuckin' hard.." He said as he scratched the back of his head.

You had to stop what you were doing to look at him, before laughing your ass off. " That's not fucking funny ! " he crossed his arms, his embarrassment growing more and more by the second

" Sorry, love.. it's just.. Nevermind, you still look great, I promise. " you reassure him, heading back to work. " Yeah, sure. " Bruno rolls his eyes and lays down on the bed dramatically.

" Okay..I think I'm done." You turn off the machine and take a look at beanie. But before you can get s good look, Bruno gets up and snatches the beanie from you, and putting it on quickly.

This time its your turn to roll your eyes. You get up slowly, putting your hands around his neck. Bruno looks into your eyes before looking at your lips for a second.

" Can I kiss you? "

You giggle, a similar, feeling fuzzy was coming back to you. " What kind of question is- mm! " The kiss was soft, and sweet, just like his lips. Bruno put his hands on your hips, bringing you closer.

You grin as the kiss gets sloppier. You lick his lips, he opens his mouth slightly and you slid your tongue inside. Bruno furrows his eyebrows and groans softly.

Your hands stooped lower, as your tongue explored the inside of his mouth, he tasted like gum, with a mixture of mint. Your hands went underneath his shirt and as your hands slowly went up-

There was a knock on the door.

" Hello? Bruno, you in here? "

You break the kiss and back away. Bruno rushes to the door and opens it. " Oh- Michael, what's up? " Bruno grins, and crosses his arms. " Uh, sorry for.. disturbing you two, but Sam wants you to go find some guns that, y'know, could be useful. "

Michael peeks in for a second to look at you, smiling lightly. You try to play it off and smile back. " Yeah, that's fine, tell him I'm on my way. " Michael nods and quickly leaves.

" You heard him, love, looks I have to go, sorry. But, the second I'm back, I'll show you how grateful I am for you, baby. " He winks before shutting the door.

What a tease.

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loycos · 1 year

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Lol can i plz have your Caitvi fic list?

haha, i wrote the tag asking people to ask for this list over a month ago and got that ask shortly after, only to go into my bookmark list and see that i have WAYYY too many saved in there. sorry it took a while.

There are a lot (A LOT) of piltover's finest fics, and a lot of them are good. this last year i've been FED like ive probably never been fed before in my life. that means i have a lot of bookmarks that i honestly don't remember much of other than "it good", but i wanted this rec list to include the fics that really left a (positive) mark on me. they aren't ordered in any specific way, and all are sfw. if you guys want my nsfw list, hit me up (i swear it wont take a month again)

Shadows at sea won't keep you from me - this is rated M but the sex is extremely vague. this one is very dialog heavy and is filled with inner vi monologue, however, it feels like a fresh take. I love the home-y vibes they give off here.

i won't let go (i left my baby teeth in your drawer) - caitlyn experiences a crisis in the shower. sounds like every caitvi fic you've ever read but i swear this one has something special to it. it feels really intimate in a way not many fics managed to capture imo, and caitlyn is written very in character.

High Tide Came and Brought You In - caitlyn's a mermaid, vi's a sailor. i'm usually not a person who actively seeks aus, especially not as extreme as this one, but this way such a sweet little thing, even i couldn't help but get swiped by the simple story.

Don't break the rules (maybe just for you) - "i hate aus! especially high school aus!" i scream again and again in every convo about fanfics i've ever had. so why is battle academia like my favorite caitvi au??? i don't know. makes no sense to me. i actively sought out this specific au tag, so i guess it makes me a liar too. what's so special about this one? idk, it has caitlyn and vi in it, it's well written and adorable, its a goddamn high school au, you know exactly what you're getting yourselves into. do be aware that BA!caitlyn is a different beast entirely than arcane!caitlyn, and so is BA!vi to an extent. (EDIT: i made it sound like im mad at this very cute fic, not my intention at all. this one is on here for a reason)

We Have Never Been Fairweather Friends- in the aftermath of the council's attack, caitlyn comes down with a mysterious disease, and vi is there to make sure she's ok. i, *cough*, might have talked about this one before. this might be my favorite fic, or top 2 at least. really good and in character writing, trippy and surprisingly authentic dream sequences, and a mystery that builds at a perfect rate.

Soaked with Sadness - caitlyn attempts catching jinx by herself, vi isn't too pleased. this is the other top 2 fic. the usual well-written-in-character compliment goes here, but also it's got that special brand of intimacy that i like, plus drunk caitlyn, and you kind of find out things in a non-linear way that make the story feel really... well crafted. i had to read it twice in a row cause i felt like i was missing things on the first go (might just be my dumb ESL brain tho).

the negative space and the pausing of time - aftermath fic. like author said, there are tons of those in the tag, and i have read probably all of them, but this one is really really good. the dialog feels especially flowy and snappy. kinda what i wouldve want to see in season 2, if arcane was just about angsty lesbians, which it sadly isn't. fics like this fill the void of the hiatus in my heart.

#fic rec #asks #piltover's finest #arcane

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whoakookie · 1 year

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Storm

Summary: You’re just hoping that you make it through this rain storm in one piece when you get a visitor at an odd hour. You’re about to realize just how much more there is to Mother Nature with this stranger who’s come into your life like greased lightning. (ba-dum-tss 🥁😅)

Genre: Werewolf Jungkook

Warnings: Cursing, Physical Violence, Injured Jungkook, Mention of Death, Nudity

Word Count: 3,748

Author’s Note: Hiiiiee to whoever happens to stumble upon this post, I’m new to the fanfic writing community. This is my very first fanfic ever and my first piece of meaningful writing for something outside of school or my diary 😳 I’ve been an avid BTS fanfic reader only for several years and don’t know what came over me when I decided to write this story tonight and actually post it 😬 If anyone happens to read through all this, sorry in advance for all the cliches but ya gotta start somewhere, ya know? 😅 (Note: Edited months later to include a break for the story, still figuring things out on Tumblr!)

You thank God for being able to stay warm indoors when the deafening thunder ceases, but only for a moment. It picks up again while the rain pours heavily down on the roof above you.

News outlets warned the residents in the county that a storm was approaching, bringing in the fury of Mother Nature with torrential downpours, thunder, lightning, and low temperatures for the next week. Being the cautious type, you decided that you were going to stay home as much as possible through the entirety of the storm.

It was the second day of the storm and you were just putting the finishing touches to your resume to start circulating job applications when you heard a loud knock on your door amidst all the rumblings from the storm. When it was mentioned before that you are the cautious type, it should be explained that you were so to the point that some may consider you to be paranoid. But perhaps that’s what you get for living in a big city no? You feel justified when you start to feel fearful as it is currently just past 2am. You don’t have many friends to begin with, and you rarely meet with the few friends that you do have, always planning your hangouts in advance. So who the heck could it be?

You try your best to soundlessly move to the front door, so you take your time. Once you reach it, you look into the peephole and see a man that appears to be in his twenties on the other side, with his head down. It seems that he has one hand on the door next to the peephole and his other hand is over is ribs as though he has run a marathon and is clutching them to catch his breath. His posture is unsettling. You have never seen this man before in any small social gatherings you’ve been to nor do you recognize him as one of the few neighbors you have as part of the triplex that you live in.

Though afraid now, you try to think rationally and reason that it would not be unusual for someone not to answer their door at this hour. You turn and, more slowly and quietly than before, start for the direction to your bedroom. You’re not even on your third step, when you hear the word, “Please.” You stop, thinking that you misheard and pause for a second. Not hearing anything else, you immediately start to take another step when you hear from the other side of the door, “I know you heard me, you even stopped walking once you turned away from the door. Please, I need your help.” Eyes wide, you are now terrified. How the hell did the man know you had stopped, let alone come to the door in the first place? You don’t move a muscle and hope that the man will leave if you don’t respond.

The man continues, “Please I don’t have anywhere else to go at the moment. Could I just stay the night? I’ll be out by the morning.” There’s a clear tone of desperation that stirs up guilt in you, but you can’t bear to come to the door for a stranger. You’ve watched too many true crime documentaries that you’re not going to be playing good samaritan for a stranger at this ungodly hour. Especially since you live alone. You’re now praying to have this man get tired of asking you so that he can move on and bother some of your other neighbors.

You wait in place, and the man has not said anything else. It’s been a few minutes now and just when you finally think he’s given up, you hear a loud thump against your door. You stay frozen, wondering what that noise was from. Did he just bang on your door? Has he kicked it? It didn’t sound like something had made impact with the door in one specific spot, and plus, it sounded more like the noise a package makes when the deliveryman chucks it against the bottom of your door. You wonder if he’ll make another noise and wait for what seems to be 10 more minutes. There isn’t any new noise made, so you decide to look into the peephole again. The man isn’t in full view of the peephole like before, but you do make out the color of his navy blue tracksuit towards the bottom edge of the peephole. You quickly conclude that he’s probably passed out.

You’re in inner turmoil because your first thought is that the man probably is faking it to get your attention, have you open your door, and then that’s when he’d bust into your home to rob you or - worst case scenario - kill you. But the other thought is what if this man really needs your help, and he’s on the verge of dying? You finally speak out, “Excuse me, sir, are you alright?” Not a single sound comes from the other side. “Hey! Are you okay?” You yell this time, to make sure he’s heard you. You still don’t get a response, and you’re now actually worried about the man. Since you have a chain lock on your door, you decide to give into your curiosity (and to potentially avoid having a man die out on your front door) and open the door a crack.

You look down to see that the man is indeed completely passed out on the floor, with his head facing away from your door. You scold yourself for not going to bed sooner today since you know you’d be heavily asleep and snoring away at this time now if you had. You muster the little courage you have, crouch down, and poke the man with a finger. “Sir, you’re going to need to get up,” you try. Again, he’s unresponsive. You try again by sticking your hand through the crack now, and seeing that his turned head is closest to the opening, you shake his head. Just when you feel exasperated with the lack of response, you find that your hand feels tacky. When you bring it back to take a closer look, you see it covered in what you can only presume to be blood. “Fuck!” you exclaim and start shaking as you wonder if he started bleeding when he fell against your door. You open the door wide now, and try to get a better look at him. You turn him around and see that not only is his head bloody, but his right cheek has a short scratch and that the loose T-shirt he wore under his jacket is covered in blood on the lower half of the shirt. There’s no possible way he got these injuries from hitting the floor right outside your door.

In your panic, you drag him in past the entry and into your living area. This is the only time you are glad you have a small apartment as you only had to drag him a short distance with your weak arms. You bring in wet towels and first-aid kit and undress his top half so that you can clean him of all the blood. You thank your dad for talking you into buying the massive emergency earthquake kit you now have at your side. You feel your cheeks heat as soon as his shirt is removed as he is clearly well-built. You’re momentarily distracted by the divots of his six pack and quickly snap out of it when you see the blood oozing out of a several deep gashes that he has across his left ribs. You don’t really know what you’re doing but you do your best to clean him of all the blood. You then look up first aid on Youtube and find a video that helps you pack his rib wound to try to control the bleeding. You then give his head another gentle wiping, but given that he’s got a head full of black hair, it’s hard to find his wound. You cautiously probe around and find that he has a long scratch that doesn’t appear to be deep, running from the back of his neck up and curling up to the top of his left ear. You apply alcohol solution to this as well as the scratch on his cheek and bandage them up.

Now that you’re finally done, you let out a deep sigh of relief. You’re not sure what to do now, but you feel like he needs more help than you can give him. You reach for your phone and dial 911. The dispatcher answers and you try your best to explain what had just happened. You only let the dispatcher know that someone passed out on your door when you feel the phone snatched out of your hand. You look up in horror and find yourself staring at the man is stood up by your side and holding your phone when he should still be unconscious from his wounds. He calmly tells the dispatcher that he is the man that passed out, but that he just regained consciousness and is now feeling fine. He reassures the dispatcher, apologizes for the trouble and hangs up. You have your mouth open in shock. How is it possible that he’s conscious? You saw how much blood he spilled out on the other side of your entrance. “Um, ok, wow. Wait, how are you okay?” you ask ineloquently. You can’t hide the tremors in your voice because this isn’t making any sense.

He gives you a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes and states, “Look, I’m really sorry about how things turned out but I can’t go to the hospital.”

“And why not?” you ask. “I know you’re injured and all, but we both know that you need professional medical attention. The “treatments” I made to your wounds are definitely not going to last, I’m pretty sure I just did the bare minimum.”

He gives you a more genuine smile this time when he says, “This is plenty enough, thank you very much for treating me. Now before you try to tell me again that I’m going to need further attention, let me tell you that this isn’t the first time I’ve been roughed up like this. I know I’ll be fine.”

You don’t realize he’s managed to dodge your question but don’t know how to reply and just give him a frown.

“Hey, I know this is shameless of me to ask, but do you think I can stay the night just to try and get some rest? I promise I’ll be out of your hair after I wake up in the morning” he asks.

You think about the choices: Asking him to leave when you’ve seen his injuries would just be downright heartless, and it’s not like you have the strength to physically force him out if you ask and he refuses to leave. You scoff out loud since you actually don’t really have much of a choice. You sigh tiredly but look him straight in the eye when you ask, “Fine, but is there any possibility that whoever hurt you might be able to track you down?”

“I know you just met me, but I can guarantee you that there is no way that he’s going to come here and hurt us,” he declares.

“How can you be so sure of this?” you wonder.

“That’s because he’s dead,” he says softly, but loud enough for you to hear as he is next to you.

You stare at him in horror and you have to ask. “Did you k-“

“No, I wasn’t the one that killed him.” He interrupts you to give you the answer you were hoping for. “We were part of a big fight with multiple people involved. Someone else got to him and that’s when it happened. I escaped as soon as I realized someone died in front of me and ran as fast as I could.”

“Okay…” you slowly respond since your few and fried brain cells were trying to process this all. Why should you trust what he, a potential murderer, was telling you?

As if he could read your mind, he gives you a determined look and says, “I’m not a murderer. I’ve gotten into fights but they’ve never gotten this out of hand. It was the first time I’ve witnessed someone getting murdered, and I’m honestly shaken up about the whole thing too.”

You’re still not sure and since you’re beyond exhausted at this point, you just say what comes to mind. “I’m sorry, It’s just that I don’t even know a single thing about you. I can’t really trust what you’re telling me right now, it’s all just really hard to believe.”

“What would you like to know?” he asks.

“Well, you could start by telling me your name and where you’re from” you respond.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t even realize I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Jeongguk Jeon. I’m twenty five years old and I don’t live too far, just closer to the mountains with my family,” he points to your window, gesturing to the nearby mountains directly north of your small town.

“Thanks Jeongguk,” you respond. “I’m Y/N. I’m twenty nine and I’ve been in this town for about 2 weeks now.” Giving into the fatigue that tonight’s events have caused, you decide this is good enough for now and that you both need some quality rest. “You can stay on my couch for tonight.” You bring him some sheets and a pillow. “You should get some rest. I’m just going to clean things up a bit and I’ll be sleeping as well. Let me know if you need anything before I go to bed,” you tell him. You head out to clean the large amount of blood right outside your front door, and instead of going to sleep, Jeongguk comes over to help. You both stare at the floor and focus on cleaning the area up as quickly as possible.

“I’m really sorry about this and for ruining your night,” he suddenly and quietly says while you both wipe the blood from the floor. You look at him and he truly looks regretful. A shot of guilt goes through you. “I’m not sure what it was that you went through Jeongguk, but I hope it’ll be okay.”

Jeongguk just stares back at you with a blank stare.

You sigh and say, “Damn, sorry, I know I need to work on my consolation skills. I’m not exactly a people person.” You give him a sheepish smile.

Jeongguk’s gives you a small smile back and adds, “Thank you Y/N. Thank you for enduring all of the crazy events from tonight with me. I’m not a ‘people-person’ either and it means a lot that I had someone help me get through this.”

You didn’t get a chance to take in his facial features because you were pre-occupied with having a bloody stranger in your room, but you now realize he is strikingly handsome. You feel your heart do a funny squeeze but pay it no mind as you are now both finished with the cleaning. Instead, you tell Jeongguk, “Ok, we should really both get to bed.”

You get up to head back inside when one of the towels falls out of your grasp. You easily retrieve it, but somehow manage to trip over yourself when you step back into your apartment. Just when you think your face is going to be flattened by the impact of your fall, you feel a pair of hands on your waist, catching you from behind. You internally panic and feel as though you’ve been burned since it’s been so long since someone has touched you, but wait - instead of feeling heat from Jeongguk’s arms… you only feel coldness. You hastily turn and raise your hand up to Jeongguk’s forehead without further thought. It’s ice cold, and it’s only now that you’re pressed up against him that you realize he’s been quietly shivering.

“Fuck, change of plans Jeongguk,” you curse as you grab his arm and lead him inside, all the way to your bedroom. You hope that your impulsive decision doesn’t come back to hurt you and push Jeongguk onto your mattress. “You’ll be sleeping here tonight.”

“Y/N, I’ll be fine. You can just sleep in your bed.”

“Jeongguk, I WILL be sleeping in my bed. You’ll just be sleeping here too.”

Jeongguk has uncertainty written all over his face. “Am I going crazy or are you suggesting that we sleep together?”

You give him an annoyed look and respond with, “Yes to both, but in all seriousness, you’re going to need the body heat right now. Unfortunately, my heater is currently broken and it’s freezing tonight. You were out in the rain tonight and I’m almost certain you either already have hypothermia or are going to get it.”

“You don’t need to worry about that, my temperature should go back to normal once I sleep this off-“

“Look, Jeongguk,” you interrupt, “I went through shit to save your ass tonight, don’t make my efforts go to waste. See? You’re creating a mini earthquake on my bed from how hard you’re shaking right now.”

Jeongguk takes a moment to assess and you can see that it doesn’t take him long to realize that he is, in fact, in much worse shape that he thought he was in.

You walk around to get into the other side of the bed, and you turn to face him. “Jeongguk, we both need to rest.” You pat the mattress right next to you. You turn your face up to stare at the ceiling since you can’t bear to look at him when you say, “Just get over here. The faster you do, the faster we can both get some rest.”

Jeongguk doesn’t move, but you still can’t afford to make eye contact with him right now, so you wait. It feels like an eternity, but it just takes him a minute to softly make his way right next to you. Your cheeks burn bright as you make out his body from your peripheral vision. You turn your face towards him but gaze downwards and reach an arm to pull him closer and make sure the sheets are on you both. You squeeze your eyes shut and wish Jeongguk a good night. You hope he can’t feel how fast your heart is beating, you tell yourself to see Jeongguk like a patient and not as a man that is half naked. On. Your. Bed. Right. Next. To. You!!!

You feel like you’re just going to combust so you turn to face the opposite side with Jeongguk spooning you. You tell Jeongguk to hold onto your back and lamely explain that this way he’ll get more heat with better surface area. You flinch in surprise when Jeongguk actually presses his upper body up against your back. Jeongguk quickly senses this and presses away from you. “Oh shit, sorry if that surprised you!” he apologizes. You’re so glad that Jeongguk isn’t facing you because you’re now as red as a tomato and manage to croak out, “No worries! Uh, I was the one that asked you to come on my back- er, I mean, lean on my back. Y-you n-need the heat, r-remember?” You cringe. Geez, It was only a matter of seconds until you burst into flames.

“Thank you Y/N,” Jeongguk says in a dulcet tone that leaves you feeling winded.

“Please don’t mention it,” you respond sincerely with a wince.

You feel rather than hear Jeongguk’s chuckle. “Goodnight Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.”   “Goodnight Jeongguk.”

Your exhaustion eventually wins over the excitement in your heart and you fall asleep.

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When you wake up in the morning, you feel so warm and cozy that you don’t immediately get up like you usually do. You look outside the half-covered window that’s 3 feet in front of you and see the sun is well up in the sky. You groggily guess that it’s closer to noon. Once your eyesight is more adjusted and mind a bit clearer, you recall the events of last night and dread slowly makes it’s way in. You realize Jeongguk is still pressed against you, and you slowly try to turn around to face him.

You scream at the sight in front of you.

Since you didn’t feel anything but even breathing and not any shaking like last night, you expected to see Jeongguk in decent shape. NOT the wolf that is currently on your bed, with it’s body facing you, limbs out and tail tucked in between its hind legs. The wolf instantly awakes at the sound of your screaming, and jumps off your bed.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” you scream, backing yourself into the corner of the room by the window. All you can think of is getting the fuck away from the creature so you go to yeet yourself out the window. You only get one leg out the window when you feel yourself being tugged back inside and tossed onto your bed. You stare at the wolf in sheer terror and try to kick it away. “Get the fuck away from me!” you yell. You manage to land a kick to it somewhere, and hear a “OW, Y/N!” You freeze.

“What the fuck?” you exclaim?

“I said, Ow Y/N! That really hurt!”

You were now starting at the wolf. The TALKING wolf.

“What the heck did you just say, wolf?”

“Listen, Y/N. It’s not ‘wolf’, It’s me, Jeongguk.”

And before you could say anything else, you witness the wolf transform into a human. Into the same Jeon Jeongguk from yesterday. All you can do is gape your mouth open and stare. And just when your poor heart thought it couldn’t take any more, you belatedly realize that Jeongguk is butt naked. He seeing you ogling his naked (and beautiful) body, and rushes to grab the sheets to place over his form.

Face just as red as yours probably was late last night, he says, “I-I’m sorry you had to find out like this, but I guess with the injuries being as bad as they were, my body shifted into my wolf form.”

“Your wolf form,” you deadpan.

“Yeah Y/N… I’m a werewolf,” he says as your bewildered eyes meet his troubled ones.

#jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #bts #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeongguk

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ninjadeathblade · 2 months

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Like the Sun and the Moon (Lego Monkie Kid fanfic)

Summary: Macaque helps MK train a little. Aside from that this is Shadowpeach angst.

Word count: 2,641

Warnings: Mentions of blood, reference to murder, Wukong and Macaque have a complicated past, swearing

Author's notes: Yes, I do briefly reference Shopping Trip but it's not necessary to read. This wasn't meant to be angst, it was going to be fluffy but ho-hum I guess, I lost control of writing this. Enjoy!

It was an adjustment, trying to train MK to begin to handle his new powers and form.

But a welcome one.

Wukong certainly seemed happier.

Macaque was trying his best to help MK adjust.

There was still some tension between the two mentors - things that were never truly going to be spoken about.

Moments they tried not to bring up again, like that night after the shopping trip.

But overall, things were calm.

“Hey Macaque, am I doing it right?” MK called.

Macaque's ears swivelled, pinpointing where the kid was in the trees below him.

“Yeah, that's great!” Wukong shouted from elsewhere.

The warrior dropped down a few branches before catching his tail around the branch above him and hanging, swinging slightly.

MK was in the tree across from him, tail wound tightly around the branch.

“Looser, you're gonna hurt yourself if your tail is that tight around the branch,” Macaque advised.

MK’s face fell. “What if I drop out of the tree?”

“If you do then I'll catch you in a portal, you'll be fine, I promise,” Macaque soothed, holding MK's own golden gaze.

The boy nodded, the brown furred appendage loosening as his brow furrowed with concentration.

“That's it. See? That wasn't so-”

MK dropped like a stone, plummeting down through the tree cover.

“Shit,” Macaque swore, kicking off of the branch to dive into a shadow portal and out into the air where MK should be falling.

Nothing. Thin air.

The shadow dived through another portal, depositing himself onto a lower branch. “MK?!”

“It's okay!” The kid shouted from a short way above him. “Monkey King caught me!”

Macaque let out a relieved breath, scaling up the tree before looking across a few branches at where the other two were. “Hey.”

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Wukong teased, holding their shared apprentice under one arm.

Macaque rolled his eyes, hopping over to stand next to him. “Says the guy who wasn't watching our kid while he was practising with his powers.”

“Um, I'm not your kid, I'm Pigsy's kid,” MK corrected, squirming out of Wukong's grip. “I'm taking a lunch break!”

“Okay kid, go chill for a bit, you've earned it,” the king responded, smiling as he watched the boy leave.

With a sigh he turned back to the warrior. “We should probably take a break too.”

“I can keep going.”

“We both know you're lying so shut up,” Wukong deadpanned with a frown.

Macaque blinked, taken aback by the turn of seriousness.

“C'mon, let's go get lunch,” Wukong said, back to his usual cheery disposition as he grabbed Macaque's wrist and began to lead him through the trees.

It felt strange, being welcome back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Like hundreds of years hadn't passed.

“Moonbeam, stop stealing all my snacks!”

“But they're tasty!”

“Doesn't mean you can have them whenever you want!”

No, no point getting caught up in the past.

That was before everything happened.

“Mac, you good there?”

Macaque snapped back out of his thoughts, looking at Wukong before down to their now joined hands.

When did that happen?

“Y-yeah, I'm fine.”

Wukong frowned. “Looking a bit shook up. Did MK falling really freak you out that much?”

“Be careful up there, sunburst!”

“I'm fine, starlight!”

“Nope, you're totally going to fall!”

“Wow, how supportive of you! Thanks sooooo much!”

“Yeah, guess I just got worried,” Macaque mumbled the excuse, trying to block out memories he didn't ask for.

Memories of times that it hurt to remember, no matter how happy they were.

Wukong fully turned to him, concern swimming in those golden pools that were focused on him. “Macaque? What's wrong? As in what's really wrong?”

Macaque bit the inside of his lip, thinking it over for a moment before replying. “It's nothing, really. Let's go get food.”

The warrior withdrew his hand from the king's, skipping down branches before falling into a shadow portal that took him to the ground.

Air strangled in his throat as he looked at the clearing in front of him, at the one blooming tree that stood alone in the centre.

He remembered this tree.

He remembered climbing it, chasing his friend through the branches before settling down at the base and crashing out from exhaustion, held in an embrace that was as warm as the sun.

“Bud, are you sure you aren't sick or something?” Wukong questioned quietly as he landed beside him, one hand moving to rest on his shoulder. “You can go home and get some rest if you need.”

“I'm fine,” Macaque breathed, slowly walking over to the tree and tracing his hand over the gnarled bark.

The warrior let his head fall forward and rest against the tree, ears pricking as he heard a few of the other inhabitants skittering around in nearby foliage.

The shadow looked up as the king dropped down beside him with a flurry of blossom petals. “Gonna be honest, I kinda forgot that the peaches won't grow on this for a while.”

The sunlight glimmered behind him, framing his face with a shining glow.

It was radiant.

He was radiant.

It almost distracted Macaque from what he'd said.

“So there isn't going to be anything to eat?” Macaque fixed Wukong with the most unimpressed look he could muster.

“I can-”

“No Wukong, I am not eating your hair.”

“Well then, I got nothing,” Wukong said with a shrug, flipping down out of the tree onto the ground beside him.

Macaque conjured a shadow portal, gesturing to it - and was then thoroughly annoyed when Wukong didn't go through.

“You'll be fine, it's just back to your place.”

The king hesitantly went through and Macaque followed him, closing that one before summoning a smaller one.

One hand reached in and grabbed out a couple packets of crisps before throwing one at Wukong.

“There you go. Try and keep track of the seasons next time.”

Wukong ripped it open, hungrily shoving the cooked potato slices into his mouth. “Mmm! Thank you!”

“Chew with your mouth closed, unhygienic asshole,” Macaque grumbled, walking out of the building and over to where MK was, back to his human form. “Heya kid.”

“Hi Macaque,” MK greeted, one arm slung over his face from where he was lying on the ground.

The warrior prodded at him. “You good?”

The kid let out a groan. “No, don't do that, I'm in so much pain.”

Macaque immediately scanned him for injuries, tail lashing worriedly behind him. “Shit, where did you hurt yourself?”

MK shifted his arm, squinting up at his mentor. “Hurt myself, what? No, I just think that using my powers has drained all my energy.”

Macaque took in a deep breath, calming his nerves. “Yeah, okay, that would make sense.”

MK sat up. “You okay? You seem really shaken up.”

“Moonbeam, what is it, what happened? How can I help? Please, Macaque, tell me what's wrong.”

Macaque grabbed his left arm with the other, stopping the slow shaking that had started up at that most recent flash of memory. “It's nothing MK, don't worry about it.”

The apprentice looked sceptical but stood up. “Okay then. I'm going to say bye to Monkey King. I'll see you again tomorrow Macaque.”

“See ya kid.”

Macaque opened up a shadow portal, dropping into the space between places.

His quiet place, where nothing mattered.

Where he could just let his emotions vent.

The shadows swirled in a torrent around him, blocking out anything that he might have been able to sense from outside.

Why now?

Why those memories of all things?

He was only just fixing their friendship he shouldn't-

He shouldn't be thinking about when they were more.

He could feel himself fracturing, becoming one with the shadows surrounding him.

No.

Not again.

He pulled back the strings of his consciousness, gathering them back to his body.

One hand reached up to trace over the scar that covered most of the right side of his face, over the marred flesh that twisted over his features.

He was fine.

Yes, he was fine.

~•~

Wukong blinked his eyes open at the sound of shuffling from elsewhere, instincts blaring an alarm at the threat of an intruder.

Then his memory kicked in, shutting off those instincts.

It was just Macaque, staying over to seemingly make sure that he ate something.

Wukong watched as the warrior was silhouetted by the moon as he stood in the doorway, a gasp strangling in the king's throat.

There were six ears to that silhouette.

Something was definitely wrong.

Macaque had been acting off all day, acting distant - although that wasn't new - and even nostalgic if possible.

“Sunburst, let me clean that wound for you.”

And it made him feel nostalgic as well.

Of things that had been that could never be again.

Wukong dragged himself up, following Macaque as he left.

It was strange, having him back.

Not the same as he used to be.

Not his shadow.

His warrior.

His moonbeam.

His starlight.

“Your starlight huh? You sound like a sentimental fool.”

“Maybe I am.”

“You're so annoying.”

“But you love me anyway.”

The king swallowed around the thickness in his throat, eyes scanning over the treeline.

He didn't have perfect hearing like Macaque but he did have gold vision.

The sage closed his eyes and then reopened them, flitting across his surroundings and sighing when he couldn't spot the familiar form he was searching for.

“Macaque, where are you?”

“Right here.”

Wukong practically jumped out his skin, turning around and hissing at his friend. “Fucking shit you scared me!”

Macaque just moved closer and dropped his head to Wukong's shoulder, hands grabbing tightly onto his sides.

“Mac? What is it, what happened?” The king whispered. “How can I help?”

The hands only tightened at his sides, claws digging into his skin slightly.

“Please, Macaque, tell me what's wrong.”

Dampness soaked into his skin and Wukong's eyes widened, concern properly overtaking him; he hadn't seen Macaque cry in forever.

Not since before.

“I don't want to.”

“Go away Wukong. I'm fine. Just leave me.”

Similar venom coating his words both times, trying to push him away.

Wukong moved to brush his hands up and down the shadow's back, trying to soothe him.

“Please? Moonbeam?” He tried.

Macaque tensed under his grip.

Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

“I just want to help.”

Macaque moved away, stepping so he was a short distance away.

Tear tracks glinted in the moonlight down his cheeks.

“I don't know how to get it to go away.” Macaque's voice cracked, looking down at his shaking hands. “I have these feelings that I don't want and it won't go away and I hate it.”

Wukong reached out for him. “Macaque…”

The warrior moved away from him, pacing as he ranted.

“And they won't stop. It was fine before everything with Azure happened and I thought I was okay but when me and MK were looking for you I saw us. From before. And I don't know what to do about it now.”

Macaque turned to face him, a hysterical expression on his face as he dragged one hand back over his head.

“Wukong it doesn't make any fucking sense! I was fine before but now I'm not! I didn't feel any of this up until recently and now it is threatening to ruin everything!”

His face fell, lip quivering.

“And I don't want that. I'm the closest I've been to happiness since coming back.”

“You know, peaches, I think this is the happiest I've ever been.”

“Yeah, me too moonbeam.”

“And I don't-” Macaque paused, taking a deep breath. “I don't want to fuck it up.”

“Fuck what up?” Wukong asked, slowly approaching him.

Macaque let out a sob, more tears sliding down his cheeks. “Our friendship. I keep thinking about before and I don't even know if we'd work like that anymore! You killed me and yet I still care for you.”

“You're so lucky I care for you.”

“I know I am.”

“I still care for you,” Wukong admitted quietly, just loud enough for Macaque alone to hear, gently grabbing Macaque's hand.

The warrior looked up at him, shaking his head slowly. “No. There's- there's so much else going on, we-”

“Who cares?” The king reached his other hand up to cup the shadow's cheek. “Who cares? Yes, you were right, this probably is the calm before the storm. But I have regretted what I did since the second it happened.”

Even now flashes of Macaque's corpse plagued his mind, sticky blood coating his body.

Never feeling fully rid of it.

“Please, Macaque, I can't lose you again,” Wukong all but begged. “I spent centuries trying to remember everything I could about you and then you finally showed back up and I-”

He looked away from Macaque.

“I only pushed you away more. And I need to make up for that.”

Forced his gaze back to meet Macaque's.

“I can't lose you again.”

Macaque stepped away, gaze flitting around wildly. “No, no, Wukong, we can't.”

“Why not?!” Wukong asked, voice rising.

Macaque flinched further away from him, all six ears pressing back.

“I need to go.”

“No, Macaque, please don't leave again.”

Something flickered across the warrior's face, there and gone within the span of a second.

All too late the king noticed the portal of shadows under Macaque's feet.

“I'm sorry Wukong.”

The sage threw himself onto the ground that the shadow had disappeared into, one fist pounding against the dirt.

“Hey, Wukong, look! I made a little portal!”

No.

“Wukong, are you sure this is a good idea?”

No.

“No, that's you! You're the one who's always running off! Looking for more power, more sources of immortality! You're the one who wouldn't quit while we were ahead! Not the Great Sage, he's got to drag everyone else into his mess!”

No!

“Please, just come back,” he cried, slumping against the floor. “I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry.”

“The two of you are such a mess.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Come on! Show me the real Sun-Wukong! The old you would have levelled this whole mountain range to stop me! But you're scared of hurting some kid. Pathetic!”

“I'm sorry!”

“Macaque told me a story one time about you two. Well, not me specifically. But he said about how you two were like the sun and the moon. You and him sure used to be close, didn't you Monkey King?”

“Macaque, I'm sorry,” Wukong repeated. “I'm sorry I was so obsessed with power. I'm sorry I forgot about you.”

The tingling sensation of something brushing past him.

“And I'm sorry that we'll never be able to go back to what we used to be.”

“We could,” Wukong said, frowning when nothing was behind him.

Macaque had always loved mind games but he didn't feel like this was the time for them.

“Because years worth of battles can just be forgotten? Brushed over? Crossed out and not written into the history books?”

The voice echoed around him, wind swirling and buffering the treetops.

“No but we could work through it,” Wukong responded. “I love you, I don't want to fight again.”

The wind died down and the shadow cast from him by the moon, violet eyes opening and staring at him.

“Really? You aren't just saying that?”

“Fuck, no, of course not,” Wukong near cried.

The shadow's eyes narrowed, as if in contemplation.

“I need some time.”

“We have all the time in the world, Macaque, a whole universe to explore!”

“Can we just stay here for a little longer though?”

“Of course.”

“You know me. All the time in the world,” the sage replied, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as the shadow's eyes closed.

It was something.

They had… they had something.

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cosmereplay · 3 months

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Happy Fanfic Friday!

I got to thinking about all the fun AUs in this fandom and ended up wanting to do two things: show off the creativity of Stormlight fanficcers, and encourage the authors by letting them know that we care about their work.

So here's a list of 10 unfinished AUs that I found particularly creative and fun. If you have fun reading them, please leave a comment for the author and let them know. It means the world to an author! (Please do not demand an update or shame the author - just let them know what you enjoyed about their story!)

The Art of Motion by The_Great_Deprussian Rated Teen, 27,000 words. Kadolin. Dance AU, High school AU Adolin and Kaladin go to different high schools, and their dance teams are paired together for an upcoming competition. Adolin is ready to put in the work, but Kaladin is having trouble committing, and he won't say why.

The City of Kings and Heroes by SorchaSolas Rated Teen, 5000 words. Superhero AU (Modern with Magic) Kaladin has wings and breaks the law, Shallan can actually shapeshift, and Sylphrena is a human who's just really blue.

Blood Money by Anonymous Rated Teen, 62,000 words. Kaladin/Moash. Cowboy AU Deputy Sheriff Kaladin tries to keep his head above water as his past starts to catch up with him, setting off a series of events that start to unravel the carefully curated history of the town, and baring Kaladin's complicated feelings about a man he lost.

Bridge Boy and Pretty Boy by JoysWordcraft Unrated, 2000 words. Kadolin. Veterinary clinic AU Kaladin was working just another normal shift at his vet clinic when a disheveled blond stranger rushed into his veterinary with a hurt golden retriever. 'Help me,' the stranger said, and Kaladin's peaceful life was no more.

Sunshine in your eyes by elsecaller_muu Rated Teen, 21,000 words. College AU Kaladin thinks it's fine to study constantly and never sleep. Then he meets Adolin, with his curly hair and crop tops and warm smiles, and his life is turned upside down.

Take Your Own Advice by coinshotmisting Rated Teen, 5000 words. Coffee shop AU An introductory look at the world of Kholin State University, and the backgrounds of Adolin, Kaladin, and Shallan as they each approach the same coffee shop. I love the little worldbuilding touches in this!

Soulmate Archive by RydiaAsuka Rated Teen, 30,000 words. Soulmate AU Injuries show up on the bodies of their soulmates. Adolin's life turns upside down when suddenly he gets slave brands, and his body looks like it's beaten every day.

Mature and Explicit fics below the cut:

rooting in your heart by Stormcursed Rated Mature for stark depiction of mental illness, 6000 words. Kadolin. Flower shop AU Kaladin buys flowers for Tien's grave and gets annoyed by the unflappable blond working the counter.

A Brewing Storm by azurehue22 Rated Mature, 5000 words. Kaladin/Tarah; Shadolin. Modern AU Civil unrest starts to spread across Minneapolis. Kaladin sees its effects first hand at the local hospital. Shallan ignores it and tries to stay focused on her art school studies. (Runs parallel to another fic with Mistborn characters, in the same city!)

Transference by presage_bloom Rated Explicit, 2500 words. Shallan/Beryl. Therapy AU Shallan gets in trouble and ends up seeing Dr. Jasnah Kholin for therapy. Meanwhile she's in a D/s relationship with Beryl.

#fanfic friday #stormlight fanfic #not my fic #fic rec #stormlight archive #cfsbf

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the-anxious-youth · 1 year

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Could I pretty please request jealousy HCs for the LA Noire boys?? You write them so well 💯💯💯

Jealousy

Summary: How do the L.A. Noire guys act when jealous?

Warnings: some nsfw, brief mentions of sexual assault but no details or descriptions

Author's Note: Thanks for sending in this request anon! I've been looking forward to writing more for this fandom because barely anyone writes LAN fanfic. My requests are open if anyone else has any ideas!

Cole Phelps

Cole is a 6/10 on the jealousy scale. He doesn't get jealous often, but when he does, it's a deal. He's not possessive in an "I own you" way, more of an "I hate when other guys look at you" way. He trusts and respects you enough to know that you're not going anywhere, but when he sees other men indecently staring at you, he gets really pissed.

The kind of man who will make a public display when he catches guys looking at you. He'll grab your waist and trail kisses down your neck while making direct eye contact with anyone gawking at you. If he notices you conversing with someone and you seem uncomfortable, Good Guy Phelps is there to save you. He'll grab your hand to let you know he's there and glare daggers at the scum who dares to make his beloved uncomfortable. In this situation, the offender usually gets the hint and excuses themselves from the conversation, but if they don't, Cole is prepared to go all out. He will deadass start making out with you in the middle of the jazz club while staring down the other guy, he gives zero fucks.

Now if the guy were to start making predatory comments, that's a whole other story. Cole can and will fight someone for speaking to you in such a way, and he has on several occasions. It's probably best for the both of you if you grab him by the arm and lead him to the exit. He believes in justice wholeheartedly and will play judge, jury, and executioner when he sees fit.

It gets worse the more physical the offense is. Someone tried to force themselves on you? He'll say he's "going for a walk" when really he's going to beat the shit out of that person, regardless of if he gets in trouble. You're his angel and he takes any harassment or violence toward you very personally.

I honestly see him as someone who would kill for you if the situation permitted it. He can get really lost in his anger, but the second you grab his face with your hands and make him look into your eyes he calms back down. As much as he wants to break that guy's nose, he'll stop if you ask him to. Give him the puppy dog eyes and he'll do anything you ask.

The second you get home, he's latching onto you like a dog in heat. Seeing other guys desire you makes him want to remind you that he's the only one that can make you feel as good as he does. He's your knight in shining armor, not some pig who dared to ogle you like you were a piece of meat. His grip is gentle yet firm, and he's not letting go of you any time soon.

On nights after he's been jealous, he's rougher than usual. Not enough to hurt you or anything, but he feels like he has something to prove, that he's better than any other guys out there. He's honestly more trying to prove it to himself rather than you, but either way, it makes for an eventful night.

He's def gonna eat you out until you cry from overstimulation, and then pound into you as if it were the last time he'd get the chance. Bro has a major breeding kink and it comes out even worse when he's jealous, all he wants is to make you full of him, of his child even though he already has two daughters. He won't do it without your permission though as consent is key. If you do say yes, get ready to be railed into oblivion for the rest of the night. He won't stop until he's too tired to continue, and then he will wrap you up in his arms and fall asleep with you on his chest.

Stefan Bekowsky

Stefan is a 2/10 on the jealousy scale. He really doesn't get jealous because he trusts you and knows that you'll never leave him. Every once in a while though, some idiot will push his buttons enough to make him mad. They'd have to be flirting with you or showing their interest in an obvious way for him to do something about it. He'll come up behind you and put his hands on your waist while smiling at the other man, but trust me, it's not a warm smile. Usually, they get the hint and leave you two alone.

Like I said before, he trusts you with his whole heart so even when he is jealous, it's not because he thinks you're going to leave him. He just hates to see men making you uncomfortable and that's when he steps in to make it clear that you're uninterested. If they try to grab you though, his "nice guy" demeanor goes out the window. He'll grab their hand with a vice grip and threaten them that should they try again, they'll be getting a fist to the jaw.

If they try to assault you in any way, he's getting dirty. Your honor means the world to him, and he'll beat as many men unconscious as it takes to defend it. He's not going to kill them, but he will make them regret ever laying a finger on you. Unlike Cole, he knows when to reel it in and when enough is enough, so you don't have to worry about him killing anyone unless he were to find out that someone succeeded in assaulting you. That's when he would go off the rails and punish that person in any way he sees fit.

Although he doesn't get jealous very often, he LOVES seeing your jealousy and what you do about it. Watching you get possessive of him turns him on like nothing other. Sometimes he lets women flirt with him just because he knows that it means you'll remind him who he belongs to later. His heart swells with pride when you step into any conversation to remind the other person that he's your man.

He'll flirt with women to rile you up as long as it doesn't actually bother you. He's extremely loyal and would never even think about cheating on you, but if you have past experiences with partners being unfaithful, he won't flirt with anyone or let them flirt with him. Yes, it's fun to watch you get jealous, but he loves you dearly and would never want to genuinely upset you.

But if you do let him flirt with others, oh boy, he's going to lay it on strong. He has no interest in these women and you know that, but he loves watching you get protective over him and claim him as your own. As soon as the two of you get home, you make sure to put him in his place. He'll gladly submit to you and prove that he's yours.

These are the nights when pegging comes into play (if you're into that). If you have a mommy kink, that'll come out too. You'll have him begging for more and promising that he'll be good in the future, even though you both know he loves when you get dominant. He just wants to feel loved and desired and he'll get what he wants if he's a good boy.

Roy Earle

Roy is a 10/10 on the jealousy scale. A man could breathe in your direction and he'll get pissy. It's not because he doesn't trust you, it's because deep down he worries that one day you'll leave him for a man who's more of an upstanding citizen. He knows he's attractive and treats you right, but he is a dirty cop and there's a certain level of risk that comes with being with him.

He definitely looks into things too much because you could be having a normal conversation with a man and he'll see it as flirting. When this happens he'll walk over to you and wrap his arms around your waist and glare at the other guy until he gets uncomfortable and walks away. It can be frustrating when the conversation was anything but flirty, but give Roy some reassurance that you're his and he'll ease up.

Now if the guy was actually flirting with you, that's when he'll get mad. He has no problem grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the perpetrator without even saying a word. If he's feeling extra feisty, he'll start sucking on your neck and running his hands up and down your waist to send the message that you're taken. If the guy doesn't get the hint he'll start getting aggressive and making comments like, "Keep eye fucking my woman and you won't live to see tomorrow." For both of your sakes, let's hope the other man gets the hint.

If someone tries to assault you, he's breaking their arm if not their whole face. He'll beat the guy until they're unconscious and will keep going if you don't stop him. If he later finds out that you were assaulted, he's going to kill the person who did it. You can try to talk him out of it, but he's not letting up. They defiled you, and that is a crime that cannot go unpunished in his mind. Since he's got some friends in sketchy places, he won't get caught, so you don't have to worry about him going to jail or anything. He'll make their death slow and painful, a warning to anyone who even thinks about putting their hands on you.

On nights after he's been jealous, he'll be extra rough in bed. He's already pretty rough as it is, but jealousy adds a whole other level to it. He'll spank you if he thinks you weren't clear enough in telling to the person that you're taken. His thrusts will be fast and deep, and he'll keep asking you who you belong to. Tell him you love him and only him and he'll go a little slower. All of this is just a front for his insecurity, so treat him gently and everything will be okay.

Jack Kelso

I'd say Jack is a 1/10 on the jealousy scale. He's confident in your relationship and knows that you're not going to leave him for someone else. He doesn't enjoy watching others fawn over you, but as long as you're okay with it, he's not going to intervene. That being said, if he notices you're uncomfortable he'll step in right away. One hand will grab yours and the other will sit on your waist as he kindly asks the guy to back off.

He takes a different approach than the other men in the sense that he's nice but firm until he feels the need to act otherwise. He'll remind the other person that you are in a relationship and not interested in their advances. He only gets aggressive when the guy gets pushy or refuses to leave. He'll gladly punch someone in the face for you, but he would only do it if he felt they crossed a line.

The only time he really gets jealous is when another man puts his hands on you. That's when the 'mr nice guy' act goes bye-bye. He'll grab their hand/arm firmly and remind them that you are his. Because of his time in the military, he knows how to win a fight pretty easily. One time the opposing man started swinging at him, but Jack got him in a headlock pretty quickly. He's not going to go overboard in beating up the guy, but he makes it known that he is your man and he won't tolerate that kind of behavior towards you.

If someone were to assault you, he would comfort you and let you know that he's there for you no matter what. He won't worry about going after the guy until he knows that you are okay. He's not a very vengeful person, but in this case, he's going to defend you by going after your assailant. He won't kill him, but he'll make it very clear to them that laying a hand on you was a mistake that would cost them everything should they try it again.

Like Stefan, he enjoys watching you get jealous over him. He's not going to flirt with other women to ignite that possessive flame, but he gets a kick out of watching you put women in their place when they make eyes at your man. His heart flutters when you hold on to him and claim him as yours. He's not very possessive because he respects you as an individual, but he feels loved when you tell others off for flirting with him.

Sex after jealousy is usually pretty soft and gentle. He reminds you that you are loved and will melt if you do the same for him. He kisses all over your body, giving extra attention to the places you don't like. He'll say "I love you" over and over until he's out of breath. You are the most precious thing in his life and he would rather die than let you forget it.

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