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nocturnesmoon · 4 months

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I had a dream about this and thought you'd like it 😭 It basically boils down into your current vampire!reader fics but instead of a vampire, reader was like. this spider hybrid thing?? I was v confused 🫡

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Eight legged dreams

Monster AU Masterlist: TF141 x Spider-Hybrid!GN!Reader A/N: I really wanna know what kinda weird dreams you be having 😭 I don't know what the spider hybrid looked like in your dream, but I think I'd be terrified, anyways this is a bit short but enjoy.

-The 141 gets a new, unexpected addition to the team-

Nobody is really surprised to find that people would end up experimenting with the concept of monsters. Ever since they recruited a few in the military, leash on tight, it was only a matter of time before some twisted minds picked up on the idea of creating monsters on their own.

The existence of mythical creatures has long been proven, though a lot are concealed and extinct, what if it would be possible to resurrect them, or create entirely new ones? The thought was quickly experimented with, the study of how monsters formed, made way for the ideas of monster hybrids that didn't exist naturally.

When the 141 was first assigned such a hybrid, they were sceptical. Promptly they thought they didn't need one, they did excellent work without the external help, but it quickly became a matter of not having a choice.

It didn't matter to the higher ups whether they used this hybrid on missions or not, the 141 was to record the movements of this hybrid, and at the end of the experiment they would each give an individual report of the experience.

If the hybrid became violent or disobedient, each one of them had full authority to eliminate them.

Simple right?

That's what they had all thought before they found out what a menace it could be. They had expected something simple, a wolf hybrid, or a reptile hybrid like they had heard about, but no what they got was arguably worse.

From the moment you stepped off the truck that brought you to them, they knew something was off. Sure, they hadn't been told what kind of hybrid you were, but this was unexpected even with that in mind.

Your entire physique didn't carry the same as a human would, fat, skin and muscle distribution was completely wrong compared to that of a normal human. You were adorned by another set of eyes right under your natural ones, just as well you had 2 extra sets of arms. It looked wrong on you, like you came from some eldritch abomination. They even wondered if it might hurt to have a form like that, but you seemed relaxed as can be.

Your form started to make a lot more sense when Price finally got his hands on your files, and care instructions. He wanted to chew your handlers out for not giving him the instructions sooner, but they left in a hurry like state, all too eager to get rid of you.

Apparently, you were a type of spider hybrid. It wasn't totally certain what your abilities were, there wasn't a whole lot of guidance from your previous handlers, and it only left Price all the more nervous.

Despite their apprehension about you, you were nice and accommodative. You listened to their orders and request and at first glance you seemed normal, not taking into account of how different you looked.

It didn't take long before they started finding out about your various quirks, showing more and more of yourself very quickly. You seemed to get attached to them a lot faster than they got warmed up to you.

Gaz was the first one to figure out that you had the ability to climb any surface and stick to it. It didn't really come as a surprise once he really thought about it, but the jump scare he got from it is one he isn't likely to forget.

He was just about to go to bed, changed into pyjamas and everything, lights turned off. Just as he was about to get under the covers he sees a glint in the corner of his bedroom ceiling, he slowly goes closer, finding it hard to see when his eyes aren't adjusted to the darkness. The second you get into view, his eyes widen a fraction, the real jump scare coming when you with a very menacing voice say, "Hello Kyle," he screams for you to get out, which you do with a pout. Days later he still doesn't know how you learned his real name, seemingly no one told you, you just found out.

Another thing they figured out quickly was your eating habits, they found you to be very picky about what you ingested. Most of the time you only ate meat in small quantities, and you always seemed to hoard it in your room, wrapped up in tiny cocoons for safe keeping. Seemingly you refused to eat anything other than meat, but despite being picky you were open to try a lot of things, normally ending up hating it, but you tried it.

It started to result in you biting everything, no matter what it would be. Sometimes it seemed like you didn't fully understand what was edible and what was not. Their biggest shock came from you starting to nibble on them. It became a fixation of yours, and despite them always swatting you away, you kept going at it. Price has too many bite marks shaped perfectly from your teeth.

Soap was sceptic about your appearance first, intrigued but sceptic. He quickly warmed up to it, however, when he realized how useful it could be to have 6 arms, or useful to him that you had them. He started using you as a sort of coat rack, getting you to hold things for him while he's working. If he was practising his skills at disarming a bomb, he'd get you to hold his tools, if he was writing reports, he'd get you to hold the next ones ready, so it all went smoother. He even got you to hold his art supplies for him whenever he wanted to draw in his downtime.

You didn't really mind it, wanting to follow him around anyway, and this way you would be useful to him. You even learnt a few things watching him work, and watching him paint was oddly relaxing. He didn't even mind when you asked him to explain what he was doing, he could get very passionate once you got him started.

Price and Ghost were more interested in your abilities in the field. You were fast, agile, and dexterous, with a patience that's unmatched. You even beat Ghost when it came to sitting still, he held the record to be the best sniper on the team, having the patience of a mountain, yet when it was put to the test, you managed to beat his time by a lot.

Price always keeps a close eye on you, not wanting to admit that he's slightly afraid of you. Even though over time they've got it documented what your abilities included, you keep surprising them. He once saw you playing with a cat, seemingly having a lot of fun, until the cat got annoyed and bit you. The cat managed to draw blood...it died from poison 10 minutes later. He's always been extra wary of you after that, making sure not to touch your wounds directly if you got injured in battle.

Once you start integrating yourself into their group, their acceptance of you becoming easier and easier to get, you also start some gift giving adventures. It was mostly Ghost at first, but occasionally you'd bring the rest things as well. The problem was that the things you brought him were...dead insects...dead animals...things that in your mind were excellent gifts because you were helping with keeping him fed, right?

He did really not view it like that, and when he found a dead rabbit, wrapped up nice and tight in a cocoon, placed neatly on his desk, he snapped at you. In the middle of his yelling you ran, to where they never found out, you became like a ghost, though the subtle hints that you were still around were there.

You kept out of sight for a few days, despite how much they tried to call you forth. Ghost always had this eerie feeling that when he turns you would be sitting creepily on the ceiling in the corner, but you're never in view. He even started feeling a little guilty for snapping at you, but he really did not like to dispose of dead animals every other day.

When you finally came back, it wasn't without a peace offering, and when you stood in front of him, holding out a little cocoon for him, he could only sigh. He accepted it reluctantly but found that there were no dead animals inside it, instead there were little trinkets that you had found. Mostly things he couldn't use, but there was one thing that stood out to him, a mask of his that he could've sworn he lost, yet you had somehow found it.

When he seemed a lot happier with this kind of gift, then you did too, your mood drastically improved, and you kept bringing him more. Though he still could find it to be an annoyance when it was a bunch of junk, it was better than dead insects, and when you looked so happy afterwards, who was he to complain.

Even if you were different, nearing the end of the experiment, none of them could deny that they had come to love your little quirks. Your presence had come to be expected around base, your helpful manner, your mischievous behaviour, adding something to their work life that they've come to quite enjoy.

And when you came running, half in tears, begging them to not send you back to your old handlers...well...it only took one glance between each other to have the quiet collective agreement, that they were going to do anything, to keep you right here with them.

#noctmoon talks #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #john price #kyle gaz garrick #tf141 x reader #tf 141 x reader #tf141 #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #cod #cod mw2 #😎Anon #noctmoon fics

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adelarsims · 2 months

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so after i carefully crafted all these beautiful outfits for you, where did you get this godawful combination??? what the actual fuck, sinclair

and how do i get rid of this abomination since it's not in cas

#adelar rambling

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captain039 · 9 months

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PART 6 Lord and lady (LAST PART)

Vampire lord Astarion x spawn!reader

Warnings: possessiveness, vampire things, smut, swearing, hurt comfort, begging, dominance

Previous part <-

You laid on your bed, arms stretched out above you, fists still bloodied. You stared at the ceiling mind in this strange numbness, you killed him, your master and now, now you felt empty, no one binding you to them, not a true spawn, just some creature in the night. Astarion had said nothing about what happened or you not wanting to ascend he watched you walked away before ordering some men to remove the body. You don’t know how long you’ve laid here, maybe a couple of minutes, maybe a couple of hours who knew. Emptiness, why did you feel so empty without a man who ruined your life and didn’t care you were his spawn. You heard the door open and sensed Astarion, the door closing softly behind him.

“Darling” he called but you made no effort to move or answer.

“As much as I enjoyed watching you end his life, I feel you don’t feel the same way” he said and you wanted to scoff lightly.

“What’s the matter?” He asked sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Empty” you said and he frowned.

“What do you mean?” He pressed lightly.

“I’m nobody’s spawn, I’m just some creature, some abomination” you didn’t move and watched the vampire frown deeply.

“You’re not an abomination” he fought and you sighed.

“Being tied to someone isn’t as great as it seems, you’re free” he added.

“Am I?” You questioned.

“Of course you are” he answered confused.

“Besides you’re still mine” he said and you sighed watching his face go angry to confused to neutral.

“That doesn’t help it seems” he said voice rather soft and you shrugged.

“You still have blood on your hands” he commented reaching to pick them up. You shrugged again unfazed by the dryness.

“Shall we have a bath?” He asked and you frowned.

“Come” he stood and held his hand out. You took it and he kept a hold of it as you both headed back to his room and then into his bathroom. It smelt so much like him, the soap he used. He began filling the rather large bath and you wondered why he needed such a big bath. He stripped off his robe and shirt glancing to you seeing you unmoving and just watching the water. With a frown he walked to you, stood in front of you and lifted his hands up to your ties. He stopped though and you looked to him. You frowned at the questioning look he gave you and you nodded. He undid your shirt ties, lifting it up over your head, he untied your bra and slipped it off your arms. You watched his eyes take in your form, but no sudden lust filled them, he just admired your form, hands untying your pants.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered the compliment making your cheeks slightly warmer. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and you melted the numbness slowly slipping away. You felt tears in your eyes as he shimmied your pants down with your underwear. You stepped out, leaving you naked in front of him, his hands holding your hips gently as you began to cry.

“Hush now” he said pressing a brief kiss to your forehead before he turned and stopped the bath. He helped you in before you settled into the warmth with a sigh. You went to scrub the dry blood off but your hands were taken. Astarion held one of them, grabbing the sponge and wetting it before gently scrubbing the blood off your knuckles. You felt your chest go warm and you sagged a bit feeling your tears roll freely. He continued onto the other hand and pressed a kiss to it once he was done. You leant your forehead against his sniffling softly as he kept one of his hands holding yours.

“Make me yours” you whispered feeling him lift his head. His eyes darkened, tongue darting out to wet his lips. You leant forward and pressed a kiss to his lips which he gladly returned. You moaned quietly feeling his hand hold your neck before tangling in your hair, keeping you close. You didn’t care, you need him, needed him to claim you, get rid of this emptiness inside.

“Out” he ordered a little breathlessly pulling back. You got out the bath drying yourself with the towel he gave you and going to sit on the bed. He drained the water and kicked off his boots before standing in front of you. His fingers held your chin, thumb swiping over your top lip, pushing it up slightly to show your fangs. He moved his hand to tug the towel that covered your from your body, letting it crumple on the bed. His eyes stayed down your body, eyes now filled with lust. He pushed you back into the bed a little harshly, lifting his knee to rest it on the bed. He rested his hands beside your head as he leant over you, eyes glowing.

“You will always be mine” he said lowly and you nodded baring your neck. You heard him snarl and lean down, fangs piercing the skin with a coldness. You hissed gently closing your eyes as you felt him drink you greedily. You went to pull him off, wanting to kiss him, but his hand caught yours and pressed it into the mattress with his. You felt yourself getting weaker and weaker, unable to struggle against him before he finally stopped, he lifted himself a satisfied long sigh leaving his lips as your vision blurred a little.

“Apologies sweet thing” he said nipping his inner wrist and holding it out for you. You bit down and began drinking his blood feeling his power flood you, only this time it was different. Your eyes flew open and you gasped at the feelings flooding through you, you could feel him now, feel a connection joining you both, it made your body shiver. Astarion let out a moan before you let go and licked the wound. You fell back onto the mattress panting lightly need filling your body for other things.

“Please” you whispered seeing him watch you like prey.

“Please what?” He smirked head tilting as you let out a frustrated huff.

“I need you” you said his smirk still on his face.

“Of course you do” he said.

He leant down again capturing your lips as you shuffled more comfortably on the bed. He stood up again untying his pants and slipping them off swiftly. You barely got the chance to admire his body as he crawled on the bed and over you, smirking again. You run your hands up his arms as he leant down to kiss you again. He kissed you deeply making you moan and clench his forearms. He lowered his hips down pressing them with yours, grinding down. You whined softly into the kiss as he began to move down your jaw and neck again. He let his tongue drag along where he bit you, the place still a little sensitive making you shiver. You began to squirm and tried to grind against nothing making you huff a little. You heard him chuckle against your neck and you flushed. You felt his hand slide down your side leaving a trail of goosebumps and making your back arch slightly. He lifted his head against to kiss you greedily before a finger slipped through your folds and made you gasp. Your gasp made him slip his tongue into your mouth and tangle with yours while his finger gathered your wetness and gently pressed to your entrance. You braced yourself for some reason and he muttered a relax against yours lip. You did letting your body relax into the bed and his finger slid in easily. You almost bit his tongue by accident as he lifted his head up to breathe. You closed your eyes and sighed as he began to slowly move his finger before adding another. You frowned briefly before he began moving and scissoring then. He pressed kissed along your jaw before he hit a spot inside you that made you tense. He smirked against your jaw making sure to rub over that spot before pressing his thumb to your clit and gently rubbing. Your back arched and you let out a breathy moan, you opened your eyes seeing him looking down at you with just filled Ruby eyes. You felt your eyes slip shut though as he applied more pressure, your stomach began to tighten and you could feel your realise before his fingers suddenly left. You opened your eyes letting out a pathetic whine seeing his smirk.

“You denied me so many times” he whispered and you flushed, you did.

“I held so much restraint not to pin you to the bed and fuck you senseless for what you did” he hissed gently nipping your jaw making you moan shakily.

“Beg” he lifted his head staring down at you. You took a breath being hesitant and his eyes narrowed.

“Beg” he repeated.

“Please” you whispered.

“You can do better” he said smirking.

“Please Astarion” you whined, but he wasn’t satisfied.

“Astarion, please, fuck me, I’m sorry for all those times, I was selfish!” You said and he seemed satisfied.

“Good” he said lining himself up and thrusting in swiftly. You moaned eyes closing, listening to Astarion groan softly and rest his head in your neck. You rested a hand on his back while the other held his arm as he began to set a quick pace. You moaned breathlessly feeling him lift his head and press his lips to yours again. You let your arms fall to the bed, gripping the sheets instead. You groaned fangs aching to pierce his skin, you bit down on his shoulder and he growled, but let you. You sucked feeling the blood fill your mouth and slid down your throat, his power thrumming in your veins, you needed release though.

“Astarion” you whispered as he groaned in your ear. You felt his hand between your body’s as he began to rub your clit, your back arched and you felt your stomach tighten quickly again. You hoped he would deny you your orgasm again.

“Please” you whined and he bit down on your neck as he pressed harder. You came with a cry, body spasming slightly before his hips began to stutter. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, holding him close as he came with a broken moan. Your body’s both shook as you held him close afraid he’d leave. He rolled to the side though panting before tugging at your body to be closer. You rolled on your side as he did and tucked yourself under his chin. His arm went over your waist and your legs tangled together as you both breathed a little heavy. You felt the connection with him though, like you shifted masters, you felt whole.

The court was abuzz with drink and laughter, the lord sat upon his throne and his lady sat in his lap as they watched the people they ruled.

@perseny

@luna728

@growingupnrealizing

#astarion x reader #astarion #x reader #vampires

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waywardsunlight · 9 months

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Golden Feather AU (more under the cut, TW blood, angst, ableism (one line)) Description: 6 images of sketches from the Owl House Golden Feather AU. Image One: Darius finds baby Hunter in Belos's lab. Hunter as a 16 year old with short hair like his TTT design. Hunter is trained in self defense by his dad as they're on the run from the Emperor's Coven. Image Two: Hunter goes to Grom. Wanted posters of Darius and Eberwolf, and a Missing poster for Hunter. Bump agrees to let Hunter into Hexside. Hunter (in Hexside uniform) and Eber celebrating. Image Three: Hunter missing a social cue from Amity. Luz asking Hunter to help her steal the healing hat. Image four: Lilith bringing Hunter to Belos while Luz is in a bubble, scared. Image five: Hunter getting his sigil. Image six: Hunting Palismen AU where Steve is in Hunter's role. Hunter gets flapjack, and Steve becomes a rebel and tells Darius that Hunter loves him.

Description: Image seven: Belos cutting Hunter's hair shorter to control him/Hunter asking Steve how his hair looks. Image eight: Belos and Hunter together, Hunter has scars now. Doodles of Hunter scared and Darius worried. Belos struggles with having Hunter back and not being able to get rid of him while the Collector meows. Image nine: Belos threatens Darius. Darius is bleeding as this is shortly after he was captured. Image ten: Hunter in Lab Runners and Clouds (Hunter is wearing a hexside uniform in Lab Runners, and a new outfit for Clouds, which includes a green sweater and red beanie with Flap on his shoulder), he has abomination goo on the sweater. Image eleven: Hunter posessed with medium length hair, longer than his mullet in TTT. Text: Flapjack lives. Hunter fighting Belos, saying "Leave me alone". Image twelve: Belos possessing Hunter in front of the portal saying they'll thank him later. Belos telling Hunter that he's going to possess the Titan's heart. Hunter trapped like Raine was in WAD. Exploratory doodle of puppet Darius matching the AU's design with locs instead of goo. End description.

#the owl house #toh #toh fanart #luz noceda #darius deamonne #the owl house fanart #tw abuse #tw blood #tw abelism #not sure about tagging that line so I'll guess that's enough to tag it #tw possession #toh au #the owl house au #hunter deamonne #emperor belos

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crookedteethed · 3 months

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DEPRIVED barbarism (1)

Pairing: University!Coriolanus Snow x Mysterious!reader

Summary: Taking two incompatible oaths showed weakness, but that didn't add anything to the immorality of Coriolanus Snow.

WARNING: 18+ SlightyDark! Coriolanus, SlightMean!Coriolanus Dacryphilia, Smut (p in v), Mind-fucking kink, reader is referred to as an "abomination", Fem reader, mentions of violence, (Kinda) enemies to lovers trope, Ocs, bullying

Authors note: Originally I wanted this to be one post, but I just decided to split it into two parts so it won't be so long. Going to post the second part sometime this week. Enjoy the read! ily babes <3 💗

Word count: 1.7k

An abomination. That's what they referred to you as. That's what he referred to you as.

Coriolanus Snow was too proud of himself to admit that it hadn't been more than a joke, too self-conscious to let any of his peers get a sliver of who he was outside of university. Only the Grandma'am and Tigris got to see that part of him, the part of him that smiled and made attempts of sincerity (though that façade was shortly fleeting.).

After all, Coriolanus was the son of General Crassus Snow. He was to be the future President of Panem (Grandma'am and Tigris had told him such so many times that he was starting to believe that he might have a chance at presidency someday); Coriolanus didn't have time to be making jokes with his peers.

As much as Coriolanus liked daydreaming about being President someday, he knew dreaming was only for those who lacked control. For now, he was Coriolanus Snow, still the son of Crassus Snow, the tenth annual Hunger Games winner Snow. Coriolanus Snow, subject of Dr. Gaul.

Being Dr. Gaul's study subject introduced the two of you, albeit, He wasn't sure if you two were ever formally introduced in the beginning.

You just popped up one day in Dr. Gaul's laboratory, and after a week or two, Coriolanus deemed you a zit (this was before he deemed you an abomination). Zits shows up out of the blue and is hard to get rid them, and you don't want to pop it because it'll leave a blemish.

Coriolanus Was unsure if you were a student; the way you lingered around Dr. Gaul and the university made you seem like a ghost filled with dreaded longing.

Coriolanus thought, if she were a ghost, she doesn't know she was dead yet.

You weren't a ghost. Fennel Clearwillow, Coriolanus's occasional acquaintance, confirmed it.

Coriolanus was studying in the archives when Dr. Gaul approached him alongside her: you.

"Mr. Snow." Dr. Gaul greets. "Cramming your nose in a book during your substantial off day." She says, hands clasped behind her back and head held high. Dr. Gaul had this look on her face—like she knew something that you don't. At first, Coriolanus mistakes this look of all-knowing with the woman being out of her mind, but he would later conclude that Dr. Gaul is omniscient and a little omnipotent (and a little scary at times).

"Dr, nothing's the matter with a little weekend studying," Coriolanus said, making sure to flash his pearly whites.

You were there. Lingering behind the curve of Dr. Gaul's shoulder. So odd, yet compelling.

"While the rest of your peers are out partying, drinking themselves to a stupor." Dr. Gaul states.

You looked…clueless, Coriolanus thought.

"The rest of my peers are morons. They wouldn't know how to serve the Capital well if there was another rebellion."

It's like your brains had been sold separately or something.

The thought of another war breaking out terrified Coriolanus, but at least this time he knew how to aim and shoot.

This joke had been one of many self-deprecating ones. He earns a small smile from Dr. Gaul, which makes him feel pleased.

“Mr. Snow I want you to meet my…”

Latest creation? He thought.

Dr. Gaul was a psychotic mutation-obsessed woman. Coriolanus was no stranger to this. He’d seen the snakes of various colors, the rabbit mutts, and even those stupid, stupid Mockingjay, all done by the hands of Dr. Volumnia Gaul.

She’d already had a Frankenstein complex, messing with nature, so why not mutate humans next?

“My latest subject, Y/N Y/LN, alongside you, Y/N will also be studying under me.” Gaul said.

Hmmp.

Dr. Gaul nearly pushed you into Coriolanus. You stopped by the tiptoes before you collided with Coriolanus’s broad chest.

“Hello.” You say firmly.

Coriolanus nods, too occupied studying your face. He would never admit it, but Coriolanus was too stunned to speak. This was his first time seeing your face up close and not hiding behind Dr. Gaul’s wild hair or burning in some dark corridor.

Your skin hadn’t been muted with discoloration or any signs of stitching of other human body parts on you; you didn’t have that overall oddity most (if not all) Dr. Gaul’s mutation had.

If you had been created in a laboratory somewhere, Coriolanus was sure it had been an antique doll factory.

You were like a porcelain doll, like the ones Tigris had played with growing up, which she would later have to pawn off during the war for three cans of pinto beans and a jug of milk. Before they were pawned, Tigris didn’t let Coriolanus touch her porcelain dolls, scared he’d break them with that negligence only a child could get away with.

You extend your hand out, waiting for Coriolanus to accept and shake your palm, but he doesn’t. Coriolanus didn’t want to touch you. He was scared he’d put a scratch on you.

You extract your hand, the slight smirk on your face fading.

“It seems like Mr. Snow has already caught onto my intentions.” Dr. Gaul says. “You two will not be friends—Coriolanus, you know how much of a nuisance it is to have friends, don’t you? Especially in a competition.”

“Competition?” You and Coriolanus say simultaneously. Coriolanus felt a strange feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach at the smile that appeared on Dr. Gaul’s face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to throw you two into the arena.” I wouldn’t put that past her, Coriolanus thought. “Just think of the opportunity you two students have compared to the rest of the student body.” Gaul said. “How bad does that make me look? It’ll look like I’m just inviting anybody into our little secret society.”

She was anybody.

You scoff.

"I must assume the winner gets a permanent spot in this 'little secret society' then." Coriolanus said.

The winner would be Coriolanus since he was here first, obviously.

Dr. Gaul begins to nod, but she cuts herself off. "That part has been undecided, Mr. Snow; until further notice, I want to see how the two of you work with each other."

Coriolanus concluded that Dr. Gaul must get off by watching the youth of Panem suffer.

"I want the both of you to write a 6-page essay about what the punishment shall be if there were to be a second rebellion. It seems like the districts haven't quite learned their lesson, what would we do to deprive their barbarism?"

Coriolanus's face dropped in realization.

"Thank you, Mr. Snow, for the idea." Dr. Gaul grins. Dr. Gaul watches the bewilderment on both of her prodigy's faces; she's pleased with herself. "The paper is due this Monday, so there's no time to stand there so boggled."

Before Volumnia Gaul leaves her two students to work, she says: "Two brilliant minds both wanting to study under one brilliant professor. This should be fun."

Coriolanus could feel her shit-eating grin gloating through the archives as Dr. Gaul left.

You were there again.

Looking so clueless.

The sight of you alone made Coriolanus's gut churn, but that bewildered look on your face gave him hope. This competition should be easy if you were as brainless as Coriolanus thought.

But…

If you were one of Dr. Gaul's mutated experiments, you indeed had an advantage. An advantage Coriolanus Snow lacked.

Though the "competition" hadn't been set in stone, Coriolanus couldn't afford to let you win.

Snow lands on top, Coriolanus affirmed, watching you from a distance as you roamed through the "Punishment in World History" section of the archives.

Snow always lands on top.

Two hours passed.

Two hours in which you and Coriolanus hadn’t spoken a word to one another. The only sound came from the flip of a page in your textbooks or your pens squabbling over your papers.

Coriolanus looked up at you occasionally. He wondered how you got your skin to look so soft. He wanted to touch you, just one poke.

She can’t be that bad, an unrecognizable voice in his head said; this was his morality speaking.

His thoughts meshed, creating one considerable thought of you and a second rebellion.

He wondered if you would survive in a second rebellion; surely you wouldn��t; you’d shatter. And Coriolanus would have to save you from those barbaric districts. Though he didn’t mind having to save you, the thought of you being some damsel in distress made him more pleased to be around you.

Coriolanus looked down at your paper. The two you decided to split the essay into three parts each. You’d been on your second page, going onto the third. Coriolanus had just decided what he wanted to put in the introductory paragraph.

For two hours, what had he been doing?

You noticed his hostile yet imploring stares; you didn’t let it bother you until the second quarter of the hour came around.

“Sir Stare-a-lot, if you want to win Gaul’s competition, this isn’t how you do it; I’m sure cheating is prohibited.” You said, eyes still on your paper, penned hand squibbing away.

Coriolanus scoffed like he would want to cheat off you. For the past two hours, you could've been writing nonsense onto your paper.

"Like I could even read your chicken scratch handwriting from here." He spat. This makes you smirk. You snatch his paper quickly, ignorant of Coriolanus's pleas to "Give it back!"

You scanned over his paper.

Two sentences. He had two sentences, and the first sentence was the initial question rephrased.

You laugh.

"More like you can't read at all." You say. "You'd been staring at your books for two hours and this, is all you come up with? A district can come up with something better than this."

Maybe it was your taunting laugh, your comparing his knowledge to someone as low as a district, or your control over him in the short time you two had been studying together that left Coriolanus Snow speechless.

He couldn't think straight with you being around. Coriolanus excelled greatly at coming up with exciting ways to punish the districts for their wrongdoings. Still, with you sitting across from him with exquisite facial features and flawless skin, his mind drew a blank.

Coriolanus needed to recuperate; he needed you out of the picture, and he needed to win.

Part 2

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loulouwrites · 1 year

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Situation . Tommy Shelby

warnings: swearing, talk of abortion, talk of war, pregnancy

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She didn’t even like Tommy Shelby. She was glad he was going to fight in France, she hoped he died there. It wasn’t like they were in love, that they were going to get married, live happily ever after, no, she would never allow that to happen.

She thought about the time she had spent with Tommy. His beloved had just died of consumption, he was broken, helpless. She was just bored. It hadn’t meant anything more than one it was, two people seeking solace in one another in a time of need.

She placed a hand on her stomach, there was nothing there yet, if she had not have had it confirmed by a midwife she wouldn’t believe there was any life in there at all. As her hand rested on her abdomen, she resisted the urge to press down, to punch it until the creature that had infested her body shriveled up, lifeless, like it had never happened, but she didn’t. Instead, she grabbed a teacup from the table next to her and launched it towards the wall, the remaining tea that was in it dripping down her arm, the china smashing into tiny little pieces against the patterned wallpaper.

She wandered through the streets of Small Heath like a ghost, she didn’t have a destination in mind but she had to get out of her house, out of the small home that suffocated her. She made no attempt to dodge the children that bumped into her as the ran through the streets, followed by angry men and women, their laughs cutting through her, she thought the sound of the children’s laughter was the most awful sound in the world. “Sorry, miss” a boy said after he had knocked into her, he was small and hadn’t used much force but it was enough to sent her stumbling pack a couple of steps.

“Watch where you’re going” she snapped, shoving past the boy.

She knew what she had to do. There were plenty of women who helped girls in her position, the only issue was every word got back to the family of thugs on Watery Lane. It shouldn’t have scared her, she was certain Tommy would give her the money himself if he found out, but she didn’t want him to. She wanted nothing from the man that was leaving for France in a few days. Nobody would want her now. If she kept it she was the whore that allowed herself to be impregnated by a Shelby and was raising a bastard child, if she got rid of it, word would get out and she would still be the whore that allowed herself to be impregnated by a Shelby and a murderer on top of that. It wasn’t murder in her mind, she didn’t know the thing inside of her, it didn’t even have a body yet, but that’s how every man she knew saw it, an abomination against God.

She drifted through the streets, not paying attention to the rain that was beginning to pelt down, soaking her hair and clothes. It felt rather nice, the water cooling her burning skin. She continued walking, ignoring the strange looks she got from people rushing past her, using whatever they had in their hands to cover their heads until they found shelter, she could faintly hear a voice calling her name but she didn’t stop to see who it was, she wasn’t sure they were even calling out for her. She was about to turn the corner when a hand grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around.

“What the fuck, Tommy” she cried when she came face to face with the cause of all her troubles.

“Why the fuck are you wandering ‘round in the rain?” he raised an eyebrow in amusement. To him, it was a funny sight, watching a girl floating through the streets in the pouring rain, her clothes soaked.

“Fuck off Shelby” she spat at him, storming away, leaving him stood there, his arms raised at his sides.

“You’re pregnant” the girl’s eyes widened at the older woman’s words.

“Jesus, Polly. I’ve barely opened the door” she whispered, stepping out of her house, closing the door quietly as not to disturb her parents in the kitchen.

“Am I wrong?” Polly smirked, taking a drag of her cigarette. She had always liked Polly, almost as much as she feared her

“No” she sighed, rubbing her eyes, she was so tired.

“If you’re going to tell my nephew, I suggest you do it quickly. The boys leave for France at the end of the week”

“How do you know anyways? I haven’t told a soul”

“Honestly, girl. I saw you floating around the streets yesterday afternoon in the rain. I just had to take one look at you”

“I’m so scared, Polly” she started to cry, taking a seat on the doorstep, holding her head in her hands.

“Get up” Polly told her sternly, grabbing her shoulders and dragging her to a standing position

“You listen to me. You tell Tommy if you need to tell Tommy, if you’re certain you don’t want to, I will help you take care of it and he never needs to know”

“What do you think I should do?”

“I’m not here to give you advice, girl. You have to decide what’s best for you”

“And Tommy?” “Fuck off. This is your problem to deal with, no man should influence you either way. But ask yourself, could you live with yourself if you kept it from him”

“I don’t like it when you make sense. It doesn’t suit you” she joked at the older woman, earning a smack to the side of her head.

The sound of the kettle hissing was the only noise that came from the kitchen of the Shelby home on Watery Lane. She sat on a chair at the kitchen table, her hands in her lap, fiddling with her fingers. The tension in the room was suffocating, whilst the home wasn’t big, it felt a lot smaller to the two people in there once she delivered her news. Tommy sat opposite her, his cigarette held between his fingers, it was almost half ash as it continued to burn, forgotten.

“How long have you known?” he broke the silence once the kettle had stopped hissing on the hob. “Not long”

“What are you going to do?”

“Don’t know”

“Why did you tell me?”

“Not sure”

Tommy sighed, standing up from his seat in frustration. He would have appreciated more than two word answers, he would have preferred it if she came into his house already with a plan, because he didn’t know what to do.

“Do you want to get rid of it?” he asked her, resting his hands on the table, leaning down slightly to meet her eyes.

“I don’t know” Tommy threw his head back in exasperation, he wasn’t sure if it was because of the situation they had found themselves in, or if it was simply because the girl sat in his kitchen was annoying the fuck out of him.

“I mean I would never get rid of it if I thought I had any other option” she justified, her eyes wide, the dark circles under her eyes dulling her whole complexion.

“You don’t believe there’s another option?” Tommy frowned, pulling out the chair next to her and taking a seat.

“I just mean if I actually liked the father, if I thought there was a chance we could get married…”

“You don’t like me?” Tommy asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I don’t mean to offend you, Tommy but it’s not like you were with me for the conversation either”

It was hard for Tommy not be offended. While she was right, he wasn’t with her for anything more than a slight comfort on his most lonely nights, he thought he meant more to her than she did to him, that’s how it always was for Tommy Shelby.

“What if we were to be married?” Tommy’s offense heightened when he saw her face twist in disgust, her sticking her tongue out slightly as if she were about to be sick “It’s not uncommon to marry for this reason, I wouldn’t allow you to raise the child alone, like a common who-” he was cut off by a smack against his arm.

“You’re a horrible person, Thomas”

“Because I’m offering to marry the mother of my child?”

“It doesn’t even make sense” she sneered at him, the volume of her voice rising “You’re leaving for France soon”

“Just listen-”

“I mean. You don’t even like me”

“Listen-” “Lets say you don’t get blown up in the war, you’re going to come home to a child and a wife you don’t love”

“Just listen” he snapped, grabbing her shoulders “I care, alright? I fucking do. I care about you and I care about my child. If you want to get rid of it, you can, I’ll fucking pay for it myself but I would be honoured if you allowed me to call myself your husband”

She was silent for a moment, her eyes locked on his, that were wider than she’d ever seen them, studying her carefully. He watched as her mouth curled into a smirk.

“Jesus, Tommy. You don’t have to beg”

For the common man, hosting a wedding in 10 hours would seem to be an impossible task, but for Tommy Shelby it was rather easy. It was not a glamourous occasion, but they wouldn’t have been able to afford that with all the time in the world. He notified his family first, sending Arthur to the Priest’s home, to inform the man he would be holding a wedding at 9 O’clock the following morning. He then accompanied his bride to be home, to tell her parents, who were less than thrilled that their daughter was marrying a Shelby, much less carrying his child. Nevertheless, they agreed to be at the Church at exactly 9 O’clock.

There weren’t many people in the Church for the wedding, just her small family and Tommy’s much larger one. The groom’s side of the church cheered and howled as the ceremony concluded, the bride’s side sat stone still, small, fake smiles on their faces.

Tommy underestimated how happy he was to be a married man. He thought that maybe it was due to the fact he would be travelling to a battleground the next morning, being shipped to his death, he was relieved he would have a legacy, he would be able to tell his comrades he had a woman at home waiting for him, a child on the way. But, as Tommy looked at the woman who was laughing as his Aunt Polly felt her stomach, he thought maybe he was happy because he liked his wife a lot more than he thought he did.

The train station was buzzing with life as the men stepped off the train. Women were holding there hands in the air waving to their husbands, their brothers, their sons, with tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces.

Tommy was one of the last men off the train, allowing his eager comrades to push in front of him, eager to return to their families. His brothers had run off towards the entrance of the station where the women and children would be waiting, slightly away from the chaos of the platform. Tommy didn’t run or push past everyone as he made his way in the direction his brothers had gone, he examined the other families, crying in joy at their reunions, as if they weren’t going back to a life of poverty and devastation. It wasn’t fair to think that way, he should allow the men to be happy for as long as they could before reality set in, but for some reason he couldn’t shake the judgmental feeling he got when he looked at all of the smiling faces.

He could see his brother, John, embracing his wife as his children crowded around him, his brother, Arthur being embraced by his Aunt and Ada, and he could see her, stood slightly to the side, holding the hand of a young child. He stood in front of her for moment, neither of them really knowing what to do. They had been married for less than 24 hours when he left, their reunion wasn’t like the other couples here, it was different.

He felt like he’d been staring at her for hours when the little girl tapped her on the leg, pulling her down so she could whisper something in her ear. His wife nodded at the girl, standing up straight and reaching her arms out to her husband, who stiffly returned her embrace, his eyes on the young girl at her mother’s feet. He let the woman go, bending down on his knees to face the little girl who was studying him with eyes like his own.

"Hello, Clara” he greeted the girl for the first time. It was strange, having to introduce yourself to your own child, but he wanted the girl’s first memory of him to be a good one. He wanted her to remember him being the man who got down on his knees just to say hello to her. She waved at him shyly, edging closer to her mother, who placed a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her closer to the man.

“Your turn, Clara” her mother told her. Tommy wasn’t used to this version of his wife, he remembered her as the young girl who used to sneak out of her bedroom window to meet him on the street corner, not as a mother to a four year old girl, not as a woman. He decided he liked this version of his wife, he wanted to change too, he wanted to change from a boy that went to war to a father who provided for his family. The young girl stepped closer to Thomas, wrapping her arms around his neck timidly, letting out a giggle when he scooped her up and stood up straight.

“Lets get the fuck home” Arthur’s voice rang out and they all turned to leave the station, just as they’d left France, without looking back. They walked out of the station as a family, Arthur rushing over to Thomas to snatch the little girl out of his arms “I’m your Uncle Arthur, I’m gonna teach you so many things”

Tommy placed a hand on the small of his wife’s back as they walked, watching Arthur as he threw his niece up in the air despite his Aunt Polly’s protests.

“I like you a bit more than I thought I did, you know” Tommy whispered in her ear.

“We’ll see how it goes”

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Where does Boa hide these around the house to best fuck with Santi?

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Summary: Santiago is on a mission to take out your army of freakishly ugly mutant toys that you keep placing on his desk.

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They're back again.

Santiago stares at the horrifying toy creature. Half husky and half--- penguin? Is that what it fucking is?!

He can't keep his eyes from the small miniature toy, its hauntingly blue piercing eyes and dog-like snout, its two flappy wings held against its protruding belly and standing on two webbed feet.

He doesn't know. Doesn't know where you managed to find this godless toy. Doesn't know what the toy manufacturer was thinking when they greenlit this for production. Doesn't know what kind of hallucinogenic drugs the designer must've been on when he made it.

Only thing he knows, is that it's fucking hideous is what it is.

Narrowing his eyes at the abomination, he glares at it in indignant anger where it sits perched on his desk. He threw this out last week. Stealthily took it out on the day it was Frankie's turn to take out the trash, so you couldn't find it and stop it beforehand.

So he doesn't know how it's back. Or worse, he doesn't know how now there's not only a husky penguin but right next to it there's also malformed sad looking half-tiger, half-squirrel.

He thought there was only the one. But with the appearance of this second one... fuck it can't be.

... Fuck.

You have the whole fucking line up hidden somewhere don't you?

And if he throws these two away... he's pretty sure like the fucking mythical Hydra of Lerna, there's going to be four of them lined up on his desk by tomorrow.

That won't do.

But he also doesn't want to sit here, looking at schematics for his latest consulting project, and having to stare up at these hideous crimes against nature and god. No, he needs to get rid of them...

But there's no way out of this that doesn't end in an escalation until his desk becomes a gathering ground of these horrifying mutant toys... Unless he takes it out by the source. Destroy the nest so that it cannot breed more... Sniff out where you've hidden this mutant-freak toy army and get rid of them before you'll ever see him coming.

Santiago glances up at the clock. 4.30pm, you'll be home within the hour, he still got time. Pushing his chair away from his desk, he skulks down the hallway to the guestroom where you tend to store all your junk. All the crazy shit you keep dragging back home from the antique stands and farmers market you drag him to at ungodly early hours on Sunday morning. The haunted porcelain dolls, the joke taxidermy--with mice wearing human clothes and squirrels that are in a boxing match-- and the collection of inappropriately sexy Christmas baubles you got in a moving box on the shelf.

He continues to root around, in the empty shoe boxes stored under the guest bedroom. The first one contains--- more sexy Christmas baubles, one that looks eerily alike Michael Bublé that makes his skin crawl. The second--a bunch of old photo albums. The third-- just a bunch of brightly colored socks, that shouldn't be stored there in the first place. He digs around and-- Bingo.

In the very bottom, inside a sealed plastic bag he finds what he is looking for. It's the rest of the pack. A confused looking zebra-kangaroo, a lion-gerbil?! (or is it hamster, jesus-- it's horrifying). And finally a face that will haunts his nightmares until the end of time... The face of a gorilla staring up at him, eerily detailed and accurate, with the body of an elephant.

Actually forget seeing this in his nightmares, Santiago doesn't think he'll ever sleep again after seeing this. He shakes his head as he pulls up the bag pinched between his thumb and index finger, not even daring to clutch it in his hand, as he tucks it inside his sweater, closing the lid before leaving the room and heading down towards the garage.

He's not taking any risks, he's heading straight into the car to the junkyard himself to make sure these things aren't recovered by some deus ex machina intervention.

"Santiago have you been going through my stuff?" you ask.

Santiago doesn't look up from the pages of his book, as he takes another sip at his piping hot coffee. "What do you mean sweetheart?"

He doesn't need to look at you to know the look that will be in your eye. The way you're narrowing your eyes at him in observation, the way a detective would pin down their suspected perpetrator in an interrogation room.

"My stuff in the guestroom," you clarify.

"No clue." He has to bite the inside of his cheeks to tamper down the grin that's threatening to escape.

What follows is your usual morning routine after breakfast. When he says bye by the front porch, you throw him a quick kiss goodbye, but you linger for longer than you normally do. Your eyes squinting down on him, a silent accusation of, "I know what you did."

Santiago doesn't say shit.

Instead he waves you off like a young maiden in an old timey black and white movie waving off their husband to war with a handkerchief, as he turns back into the house, smiling like a loon. The feeling of victory surging bright in his veins.

Santiago practically skips on each steps up the staircase back to his office, humming, and if he could be any happier he would be floating.

He opens the door, the refreshing spring breeze flowing in through his window. The morning sun spilling across the length of his desk when he sees it.

His smile drops.

No.

Fuck no.

You gotta be kidding.

They're back again.

Standing in a neat tidy line in front of his computer screen, the whole family is gathered. Husky-penguin, Tiger-squirrel, Zebra-kangaroo, Lion-gerbil/hamster and the most nightmare inducing of them all... Gorilla-elephant.

He doesn't understand.

He drove them there.

Personally chucked them into a bag and into the junkyard where it can never be retrieved. But...

They're all back... and they brought friends.

He threw away five, and now there's ten....

He stares at them, the whole of the line up. At each ugly, deformed, mutant, hybrid animal toy creature, eyes lingering in particular at the horrifying shark with four slim and graceful legs and hooves.... And he doesn't even know what to say.

He doesn't even know what the fuck this is.

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Wukong, his staff, and the two who he'll never use it against

so I saw this post about how Wukong had shown in canon the refusal to raise his staff against MK. Ever. he wouldn't even raise his staff against the eldritch abomination that was the scroll of memory's curse in the form of MK, because he could not bear the thought of striking anything that even remotely looks like MK with his staff is unbearable to him (you could argue this is the case even without the staff, as in s1 ep9 he freezes when Macaque impersonates MK mid fight and he wasn't using the staff then). and I'm sure we can guess why he wouldn't want to raise his staff against someone as important to him as MK, and what specific event may have caused that fear of doing so.

but I realized, there's a second person who he'll never raise his staff against, for a (of course) very (unfortunately) similar reason.

we see Wukong wield his staff very rarely. he usually only wields it against tougher enemies, and only when MK isn't available to do it himself. he uses the staff to seal DBK beneath a mounatain, so he obviously used it in that battle. with the Spider Queen he picks it up because MK is trapped in the wall, does one or two fancy staff moves, then hands it back for MK to handle. with the final battle with LBD, he only takes it to help MK lift it out of the ice, then immediately lets go again. with Azure he juggled the staff between him and MK twice before he let's MK take control of the battle completely as he focused on collecting the scroll tiles. but there is one "tougher enemy" that he doesn't do this with, whom despite the threat he won't raise his staff against, even when available.

Macaque.

in Macaque's debut episode, despite being at the disadvantage and probably needing the upper hand against someone who did have a weapon, and his weapon being readily available (right behind him, trapping his student to the wall), he does not pick up his staff to use. you could say from the way he glared, it was to keep MK out of the way or passive aggressiveness to leave him trapped beneath the staff, or he didn't think Macaque was enough of a threat to warrant using the staff, but considering the way he struggled in that fight I don't think it was the latter. but the staff was right there, he could pick it up as easily as he did in the Spider Queen fight, but he doesn't. Wukong clearly will use his fists against Macaque, but he never uses the staff in any fight with him after this either.

even when Macaque is an active threat to both him and MK, even when his staff is right there to use to get rid of that threat or hand off to MK like he does with almost every other major threat,one thing is clear.

Wukong won't raise his staff against Macaque, not again.

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𝑆𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘! 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑠

Song Inspiration: Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars, and "Everything works out in the end" ( especially that one and that damned trend in TikTok)

Insipirations: this, this

Warnings: Dumbledore Slander, Reader calling Voldemort "Noseless Bitch", a whole lot of angst at the end, fluff in the beginning.

A/N: I changed my phone and no one told me how hard it's to text on a big and tall phone, I'm crying frustratedly but I'll manage.

"𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑."

-Gᴀʏʟᴇ Fᴏʀᴍᴀɴ

Sirius Black never felt like he could finally breathe.

It wasn't the rhytmic one his lungs already did by itself, no. It was the breathe of freedom, of all the tortures he went through and goes through to end and have his own life.

Away from his parents and their stupid ideals, if that was possible.

And his wish had come true. When he went into the train that would change his whole life, the 11 year-old boy Sirius wasn't aware what was waiting for him in there.

Three friends that would become his family, and a girl that would become his everything.

After he met and befriended those three boys and settled down with them, he still felt... empty? He wasn't entirely sure at that time, but the older he had gotten, the more he swore that his soul and heart already knew that it was missing its other part.

And that part came in the shape of a girl with unruly hair from running, panting from running to reach the train on time.

"May I seat here- Oh, it's full... I'm sorry to-" you stuttered out nervously, suddenly having the eyes of the four boys made you nervous as you started to take a step back. You were worried you disturbed them by how silent they were but was shocked when one with dark hair shook his head and patted the seat next to him.

"No, no, not all! Here, all the others are probably full anyways, we can fit!" James insisted hurriedly as he pulled Peter towards himself and you smiled, putting your trunk next to the door as you sat down beside the black and brown haired boys who you knew to be Sirius and Remus later when exchanging names.

And you pretended your heart didn't flutter when Sirius smiled at you before he showed you a cool rock he found before he arrived in the gar, as all of you laughed together and hoped that all of you would be in the same house.

Now, you were both a Marauder and also not. At least not in the way the other four were. They loved, even adored, pranking people and running away as chaos ensued whereas you rather sat back down and watched, sometimes assisting them and most often than not, help them out of detention. Because as they always liked to point out Minnie loves you more than any other student even though she refuses the claims of her having favourites.

Which was, in a way, true since she never gave you detention even if she knew the truth behind you standing before her desk with a bored look.

"Sometimes, I wonder how you can be friends with those four Miss Y/L/N..."

"Believe me, professor, I've been asking the same for four years now."

But, behind that golden student persona, laid another personality of yours. One that you didn't show around much but proved you to be a true Marauder...

Your snarky comments.

"I still don't understand why you are having a diet, love? Can you say it again?" Sirius asked as he eyed your plate with... a disgusted look as you frowned and hit his chest playfully. He wore his usual soft and boyish smile as he always did with you and leaned on his hand as he stared at you softly.

"Because I have a large tummy, Sirius, and stop calling me 'love'... It makes every girl here get mad at me." You groaned while continuing to eat, leaving Sirius confused as fuck.

Because, why would you think that the soft tummy he always adored to lay his head on was something to get rid of?

What was this abomination of behaviour?

"But... where will I sleep on? Who will I cuddle with?" He made his best puppy eye imitation as he wobbled his lip under your unimpressed eyes.

"I'm not gonna go and change my whole body, Sirius. I'm just gonna loose some weight. Stop being... dramatic." You had to contain yourself at the end of your sentence at how offended he looked when he let out a huge gasp, making you worry about his poor lungs, as he flipped his hair away. But... It was always nice to see him "agressively" motivate you and cheer for you, since y'know... He was your crush for the past 2 years or so. There were times you wondered what he really saw in you worth to cheer so loudly for, but then you realized how he just showed a rock he found to you when you were 11 and...

It made sense.

Sirius Black, behind that Casanova attitude, was trully a puppy. Adorable and full of love to give... Even if he did it by flirting.

"Then... don't get me wrong, but why are you eating that couldron cake?"James cheekily exclaimed from in front of you as you squeezed your eyes at him threateningly and pointed to him. "You are walking on thin ice, Potter... Any minute that I can go to Lily and-"

"Oh, is that Y/N having another cheat day I see?"

When all of you turned to look at where the voice came from, both you and James didn't back down from spitting a curse at the sight of Julie.

One of the many girls who fought for Sirius' attention and then insulted him when he didn't accept it( which was a shock to not only you and the Marauders, but to the whole school because why would he deny her so suddenly when he was the one flirting with girls all the time?)

Remus did know why, but Sirius made him swear to never talk about it so now, he was just watching as Sirius completely made a fool of himself in front of you every time you were near and snickered to himself.

Now, you were a simple girl who had simple priorities. If someone were to have a problem with your friends, they would have to face you... Just like how you gave hell to those gits who made fun of Remus at your first year and still continued to haunt them. "Getting cheated on by your boyfriend I see?" You noncholantly told her as you took a huge bite of your cake and looked at her with doe eyes as Sirius spurted what he was drinking as he choked, Remus watching you proudly as James' jaw hang open, all of them staring at the girl who had no chance to bully you as usual as she blushed and stuttered, suddenly feeling cornered.

No one had stood up to her after all, which was probably the reason why she had an ego as big as her ass and zero personality like her brain.

"Excuse me?!"

"Yeah, you are worried about the wrong person eating a cake, Julie, because your man is out there eating someone else's cake!" You spitted angrily as she ran away to find wherever her boyfriend was, completely sure that you were fucking with her...

Which you weren't.

"That's my girl." Sirius proudly said as he looked at you in complete adoration and you blushed. Sirius always knew that you were different, different to him and with him. The bond between you two was simply different, more deeper than the one he had with others, especially James.

He didn't let anyone braid his hair, and fall asleep on him( also doimg the same to the other one) after all. Or listened to gossips you had and even adding more to it... Or daydream about them all the time, wondering how it would feel like to kiss-

It was you why he dropped that old persona of his and now was a commited man to you... Not that you knew about that.

His entire focus was now on you, he always followed you around like a puppy and did everything you asked for... or didn't ask for, because in his eyes, you were royalty and you deserved to be treated as one. He carried your books, got you treats from Honeydukes and let you braid his hair which said enough of his feelings already.

And it was cute in your eyes, really. The way he flushed when you beamed at him and thanked him... It would have been better if he didn't demand a kiss every time he did that but, yeah. And who were you to deny that whenever he would be left dazed after those cheek kisses?

Though you always did as he asked with a cheeky smile and cute booping to his cheek, those were the times you wished you could be cruel enough to hit his head with a heavy book because of how much they made your heart beat faster and dream about him... or loose sleep because of thinking too much.

Were all of these a game to him? Was this real? Was he playing with you until he found someone else? Why would he love you that way? Would you two ever end up together? What would his lips feel against your-

Either way, your life was pretty amazing and a bliss even though the female population of Hogwarts hated you with some exceptions. Such as Lily, Mary, Marlene, Pandora and Dorcas.

Yep, Gryffindors really attracted the Slytherins for some reasons.

"In your dreams, Sirius, In your dreams..." you patted his back softly and whispered in his ear which made him sweat and blush, watching you walk away with Pandora on your arm while giggling at something she said. He was left absolutely flabbergasted while staring after you, dreamily looking with his head on his fisted hand as he played with what was on his plate.

"Definetly my future wife..."

Then, he continued to tease you with that nickname which would always end up in a bickering which was a common occuring in the Halls and classes, which often made the teachers get curious why, and he lived for those moments when you barked at him with an embrassed frown because he could get to watch you since you never realized what was happening around you when you were angry.

"Stop calling me that Sirius!"

"No~"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"What the hell are they screaming at each other for?" Remus asks to James as he reads his book without lifting his eyes as James munched on his sandwich. He shrugged his shoulders. " The usual. Him not confessing his feelings and all."

Which was becoming a lot to bear watching as Sirius would always follow you around... which ended up with a book on his head all the time.

But, even if you were seemingly irritated by him and his clinginess, it was quite the opposite. You couldn't start your day without seeing that goofy smile as soon as you got our of your dorm, or watch hım roast someone who made a mean comment about you.

Or that time when he fell from his broom in Quidditch practice because you were wearing his number and name on your back and... he felt a certain way which made him loose his balance and fall as you giggled, thanking Lily internally for convincing you to do that after saying how much Sirius liked you.

His good looks, his attention to everything about you and his fun and kind personality were what drew you to him and you knew from the moment you first met that you would end up together, or you would fall for him.

But what made your feelings get stronger was his... enchanting, beautiful and big eyes. They were so full of love, adoration, and most of the times, mischief. They showed what he always felt at the moment, what he thought and they were trully the mirror of his bright soul. You really loved them the most about him, when people would always praise hım for his good looks, you always pointed how pretty and expressive his eyes were, only to those who knew how to read him.

The first time you said it so casually yet lovingly as you patched hım up, was the day he actually confessed his feelings after getting teary eyed. Because for the first ime, someone looked past his looks and saw his soul and how much weight was there sitting uncomfortably on his heart, waiting to be lifted by someone else... Someone who understood him, and how lucky he was that the person was you as he kissed your lips softly.

And you believed in his honesty by looking at his eyes and accepted to have a date with him, knowing full well that you would fall for him.

You just didn't think it would be him falling for you harder with each passing day.

Seeing their two friends, completely different than each other, being so happy made all the Marauders and the girls happy for you two. Only negative side affect was that seeing ghe absolute simp Sirius had turned to be.

"Okay, folks, it was nice to have you all but I gotta go!" He slapped his knees joyfully as he got up from the cushion in the Common Room with a happy smile while his friends looked at him weirdly.

"Where are you going? You never pass a hanging out together!"

"Miss wife wanted to go stargazing, I can't say no to her-"

"The-the what now?!" James' jaw hang open as the girls awed at Sirius and how in love he looked at the mention of your date and how he called you his wife, making him blush deeply as he smiled. It wasn't a secret that Sirius was one hell of flirty man, especially more than usual now that you two dated, but they didn't know he was smitten with you that much.

Enough to already plan calling you his wife one day.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot anxiously at the teasing eyes of his friends' eyes, the girls praising him for caring so much about you as James took a silent note to learn Sirius' tricks. He felt his cheeks heat up slowly as the awes rose up more, making him stand up abruptly and run away from the common room.

"Uh... Nothing! Gotta go, see you later guys!" He ran away as soon as possible with a heart beating harsh and hard against his ribcage, a heavy blush on his usually pale cheeks. It wasn't like he was ashamed for his actions, hell no! He was so damn lucky to have you, so grateful for you to have accepted him after your date and so lucky for finding someone who... understood him.

From the very moment when you two met.

He still remembered how anxious he was at the sorting ceremony. Your group in the train promised to always talk to each other and hang out no matter which house you guys were sorted in, and he still remembered how you noticed his anxiousness as the ever careful girl you were.

That was when he told you about his family after you sat down in the station, arriving to the school and letting others go. He knew it was way too early, but he also knew that you must have heard some things about them anyways and still befriended hım quickly without a worry.

He told you how he wanted to be sorted in Gryffindor, just to piss his Slytherin family off, but was scared of everyone's reaction since his family didn't have the best reputation. He was afraid of the Slytherins' reaction if he was sorted in a different house, and also the reactions of the house he would be sorted in since he was... seen as evil.

No matter which house you are in, we will be here Sirius, was what you told him as you held his hand thightly in yours and hugged him, squeezing him to yourself as he stood frozen for a few seconds...

Before he hugged you with tears in his eyes.

And indeed, you were right. The Slytherin side of his story was proven right but the other one never happened. That was the first time he realized how you always knew what would happen as he ran at you and hugged you happily with a twirl, making you also laugh at his happiness.

It would be years after that moment that he realized what that skipping of his heart meant as he hugged you and let you tug him towards the table where he was greeted by his friends as he held your hand under the table, feeling secure and safe for the first time...

Breathing for the first time.

He would always feel those insecurities and fears, no matter how long it had been, and would fear fighting alone and putting you in danger now that everyone knew just how much you meant to him but when he reached to where you were waiting for him, he knew that the promise ring in his pocket was very worth every problem you two might face together even if his friends would tease him to hell and back for being a simp.

This was real, he felt real and that ring would forever be the sign of it.

He was being emotional again, wasn't he?

Him being an absolute supporter of yours was no joke, though James and Remus often teased him with it. But they knew why he was so clingy and always with you.

Sirius never really felt true, unconditional love. And if he could show it with being a "simp" and always hanging off of you, he would do it because then... It would mean that yes, he was here and he got out of his torture and was living his best life.

But, of course as the goofy person he is, he didn't show that sentimental side of him and rather used it... to scare you by jumping on your bones whenever he saw you or showing that clinginess at its best.

For example when you speak with Lily or any other girls excitedly about a movie in the muggle theaters as Lily would suggest to go there all together and he would casually come and offer to come with you guys- because he knew for sure that the word would reach to his mother and piss her off, knowing that she wouldn't be able to do anything about it since he no longer was the heir-

Or he would always pull you to his lap as the Marauders planned their next prank while you especially made sure that they would let go of poor Snape, and let them do whatever they wanted to do, as he played with your hair and nodded absentmindedly, looking at you in a daze as your hand rubbed his chest lovingly, ready to do whatever made you happy.

Holding you thightly to never let go of you.

Now he knew he was protective of you, but he just couldn't help it. You were so kind so sweet, and unique. You caught the attention of many others, and that was something he couldn't let happen.

Not that he was jealous, of course not. He was the Sirius Black, why would he feel threatened by some boy?

"Sirius, what are you doing?" You turned your head to look at him as he laid his head on your shoulder, nibbling at your sensitive skin and leaving hickeys.

"Hmm, nothing love... Just kissing you."

"I can see that, enjoy it then~" you let your hands twirl his curls softly as your other one took the wand out of his hair and let the rest of it fall down on his shoulders gracefully. He smiled naively at you, not aware of the devious plan you had in mind...

Before you grinded on his lap. Hard.

He whimpered into your neck as you smirked, faux worry lacing your voice as your hand slipped inside his shirt from his collar. "What is it, love? Are you not feeling good?"

"You little minx, you are doing it knowing what it does to me..."

"Hmm, maybe?" You innocently said with a tilt of your head and smiled at him cutely as he groaned.

"I'm gonna get back-"

"Can you guys stop making out in front of us? There is family and children!" James yelled out as he closed his eyes alongside with Peter as Remus just continued to eat his chocolate without a care...

While James was peaking at you both through the gaps of his fingers.

"Shut it, Potter." Sirius huffed out as he pulled you with himself and right towards his dorm, feeling...

For the first time, uneasy.

Both because of something he couldn’t explain and the war raging just outside of the school as Voldemort got closer.

But, as the man he was, he chose to ignore it. You both were strong and had each other, there were many other wizards and witches fighting alongside you and if shit went down, he wouldn't care and just disappear with you.

They could take everything from hım, down to his riches and even his life.

But not you, Merlin not you.

Because as much as he denied, Sirius was dependant on you. His heart and soul craved you, called for you and you were the heart and soul of him. You were the reason he kept going, the reason he believed that all of this would end one day.

You were the reason he woke up for the next say as he watched your peaceful face and body pressed to his and imagined a... Family life with you.

And for those dreams to come true, to have a little you running around and after hım happily, nothing would happen to you and he and you would walk away from this War together, hand in hand with plans for the future you get to have with him..

Right?

The answer would be something he would never want to know, one that he feared.

One that destroyed him and whatever was left of him as he was left with the broken shards of his once happy picture...

All because of his arrogance.

When tragedy hit the Potters, Sirius' first thought was to go and find that rat that gave their place away. He knew people blamed him for it, and he also blamed himself for not listening to your warnings about Peter and how he seemed... Off.

But he didn't care about the past anymore. He didn't care about his mistakes or what they brought to him...

Frankly enough, when he was supposed to care about it the most... he didn't, and there was only one thing in his mind: Revenge.

But all thoughts of seeking his revenge went out of the window when he reached the house of his friends, and was met with a note from none other than Voldemort himself, his sarcasm and triumphant voice almost reaching to his ears from the note on the yellow paper.

You should have listened to your wife, Black. Maybe then, she would have been alive to save you all...

Sirius sank on his knees on the ground right before the house of the Potters, his bestfriends, as he crumbled on the pavement with the note still in his hands as he looked at the dead body of his best friend, eyes unmoving and dead, knowing that Lily was also dead somewhere in the house.

It was Voldemort after all, he would have made sure to destroy anyone who could danger his plans.

"Why... Why did you have to do it, love?! W-why?!" He yelled as angry tears left his once shining eyes, the eyes you always complimented hım whenever you looked at hım.

Now, they were glimmering with tears, sadness and grief of loosing his loved one, his one and only.

He lifted his head in agony, his heart squeezing painfully inside his chest as his hand thightened around the fence, his ring weighted him down gradually and looked at the night sky as if something would suddenly help him out of this hell.

But he knew it was a futile attempt, the sight before hım was enough proof of that.

And he was left with the consequences of his mistakes.

"Why did you leave me to remember you for longer than I have known you... We-we," he coughed up harshly at the constrict his throat did, hitting his chest as if the pain would somehow make it not feel real. His eyes widened suddenly at remembering the locket around his neck, bringing it closer to his face as your smiling face came to his view and he tearfully smiled back, his finger trailing over your happy face delicately with eyes squeezed in pain and lips pulling up to form an "O", as if there was something in hım that wanted to say a millions of different hings but was forced to shut up.

He remembered how he teased you for being such a simp for him that you bought this locket for yourself, so that you kept him close to your heart ( as if he wasn't just as equally if not more enamoured by you) and you rolled your eyes at him at that time, telling hım that he would always be in your heart until you died and even then, you would love him forever.

He regretted not telling you at that time that he loved that little necklace more than anything and his heart beated painfully full of love at your adoring gaze. He regretted not telling you how much he loved you and how you would never get out of the confines of his heart even if you died, that he would never be able to forget your voice, your face and your love.

After looking at it for quite some time, only sobbing and swinging back and forth deliriously, Sirius let out one final heartwrenching cry of your name as he collapsed fully and laid there until the others found him.

"We had dreams together, why did you h-have to... I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for failing you! Please forgive me!"

Now, his life was once again incomplete. There would no longer be the lingering warmth your body gave off even after you got up long ago to prepare breakfast for both of you.

There wouldn't be his coffee and breakfast waiting for him on the kitchen table with a cute note from you.

He wouldn't be able to prank you by scaring you as you screamed bloody murder and he ran away all around the house laughing like crazy.

There would be no more late night dates on his bike as you both stopped at a hill and made out for hours, watching the stars together.

There would be no more snuggling while watching movies together as you scolded him for eating all the popcorn.

There wouldn't be laughter that gave hım hope and enough will to fight more.

There wouldn't be soft-spoken pillow talk after a passionate night, imagining your future and how one or two children who had his eyes and curls and your smile and personality would be so nice as the image of you playing with them while he took pictures would make hım smile and got teary at it.

There wouldn't be a lover who understood him and was there for him before anyone else would.

There wouldn't be an... another you to love.

And it was all his fault.

In the end, Sirius Black was left alone, as a mad man after the woman of his life was taken from him.

He was belittled by his entire family, couldn't protect his brother and as a result lost him, his best friend was killed by one of his friends and the blame was on him...

And now, he was left to rot in Azkaban, unable to take care of his godson, everyone thought he was guilty...

But none of them hurted him as much as the promises he couldn't keep, promises of a bright future and a safe place, always protecting you... to you, to everyone.

And now... He was left as the shell of the man he was, he lost the love of his life, unable to love you and cherish you like he promised in his vows, the meaning of his meaningless life. He promised to give you a life full of love and peace, he promised he would even buy that cottage-like house you both dreamed about.

In which you always replied with: "As long as İ have you, everywhere is home to me."

He would often tease you with kisses every time you did this, knowing that it was just a simple act to hide his tears from you- because holy shit, there was someone who loved hım that much and he got to have that for the rest of his life! He was really going to have the life he always wanted, with the love of his life, and he proved to everyone that he wasn't like his parents!

He was ready to have a family, marry you and have a life away from the war and everything, prove to whole world that he wasn't anything like his family.

But now, all of his dreams were... gone. Just gone, alongside you.

The Marauders once was James, Remus, Sirius, Peter, Lily, Mary, Marlene and Y/N... Jolly students who either wrecked havoc or amazed people with their quick wit and smartness.

Then slowly, to six, then five. And now... Only three, with one of them refusing to ever talk.

And never again, mon amour would ever leave his lips in a soft spoken whisper as he kissed your forehead with both of you naked underneath the blanket, even if he hated French since it used to remind him of the pureblood nonsense to him but now, it was rather something he used to fluster you and see the cute blush on your cheeks.

He had no one to call as his family any more, my wife leaving his lips early in the morning like an ancient prayer.

Only thing he would remember for years even after Azkaban would be your last words, written on a simple note before you took on your journey to find Voldemort before he reached to the Potters, your friends, and get them killed.

Even when he begged you not to.

And it would be only years after that event, 12 precisely, that he would learn you found one of the Horcruxes and destroyed it just like his brother.

I know the path I had taken is dangerous, my love... But when you arrive to my side, which should better not be too soon, I will be waiting on that house just a bit away from the hill, just like we dreamed about...

I will always love you, and guide you like a lighthouse when you loose your way, Sirius, my greatest love.

Please don't loose yourself for revenge. Our deaths are not your fault, especially mine. Because I know for sure that you will blame yourself for it. It was my choice to do what I did, so that when that noseless bitch faces his equal, he would loose for sure.

Just... Live for me, and for Harry. He will need you a lot and if you learnt anything from this... Don't listen to what Dumbledore says even a second and get Harry away from him. To him, we are just pawns in his game and he doesn't care whether we die or not.

And... know that as I die, you will be my last thought, my dear husband. You were,are and will always be the greatest thing to ever happen to me and I am proud to be your wife even it was for a short time.

I love you, Sirius Black, the one who made my life better, my husband.

And as he cried his eyes out, screaming your name from the top of his lungs as his engagement ring swing around his neck, laying on the cold floor of his cell, he felt nothing.

He didn't feel his heart, his brain... his soul anymore. You were the only thing keeping him going, the only thing that brightened and warmed his heart with your childish laughter, you were the one that gave him hope for waking up the next day in this damned war...

And you were the only smart one to realize what Dumbledore always planned for them, without a single care for their beings, and who the real traitor was alongside your friend .

But as he replayed your last words in his mind like a mantra, there was a new fire, a scaring new, spiteful fire that he never had even when he saw his friends' dead bodies, only when he learnt of his little brother's death, did it start slowly... But your death was the reason why it had become the size of a Fiendfyre.

He might be a loser in everyone's lives, and his mother might have been right about that part of him, but... There was one thing everyone, including his parents forgot about:

There was a reason they were called "The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black" and there was a reason he was born as one.

But for now...

For now, he would wait. Silently. Crying until the day he gets to meet you once again, never daring to take his life since he promised and he... had to keep at least this one.

For now... He would let the rage slowly consume him until he wasn't the Sirius he once was.

For now, he wouldn't feel anything except sadness and pain, mourning your death until the day he died.

For now, he wouldn't feel.

Except only the cold tiles of the ground he was seated, knees close to his chest... And the screams of despair and pain of other prisoners in the Azkaban.

A chuckle leaves him emotionlessly, as he clutches his ring.

He was trully a loser.

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queermania · 1 year

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i used to love sam's "i'm a whole new level of freak" speech but now i want to wring his neck about it. dean spends all of s2 (unconvincingly) telling sam that he's not a freak and that there's nothing wrong with him and that he is fundamentally good but if something happens, they'll deal with it. (ultimately, i don't think this was helpful or what sam needed to hear at the time but that's not relevant at the moment).

then they kill azazel and sam's psychic powers essentially go away. it's not a problem anymore. it's not a thing they have to worry about. it's not an issue.

then dean dies and sam loses it and ruby shows back up and offers sam revenge in the form of killing lilith. it does require him to drink demon blood and basically reactivate his powers though. but sam doesn't care. he wants revenge. he wants lilith dead. the ends justifies the means, etc.

but then dean comes back and sam lies about what he's doing (because he knows it's wrong) and dean only finds out because an angel of the lord who rescued him from hell alerts him to it and says sam needs to be stopped.

then sam gives his little speech about how he has a disease running through him and he can never get rid of it and dean is so awful for treating sam like he might be dangerous. but. like. none of those things are true, really. those powers weren't running through sam when he decided to start drinking demon blood. that wasn't about sam trying to find something good in the bad. it was about vengeance, baby! and dean's "judgement" of sam isn't about sam's psychic powers. it's about sam's actions. and still. and still dean apologizes and asks sam to open up, to explain, and sam refuses.

and then gets mad that dean doesn't open up about his hell trauma.

and then dean does open up about his hell trauma and sam kinda just grimaces (hilarious of him because honestly what could he possibly say to make it better).

and amidst all this, dean apologizes to ruby for being a dick and thanks her for saving sam's life and being there for him.

and like. this is all so good and so crunchy and interesting. but somehow fandom has boiled it down to dean hates monsters and thinks sam's an abomination even though sam is doing the morally right thing by drinking demon blood and i just!!!!!

#sw #deansam #mp

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lilith-little-world · 1 year

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Could you please write some domestic headcanons for reader and wukong? Love your story btw^^ (or more like the concept lol)

Awww thank you, I wanted to do a slight twist to the isekai trope that explains how the reader got transported to another world. Although, the reader is far from the only one. She just happens to survive the transmigration... Kind of. I'm honestly kind of excited to start writing the first chapter soon. It's going to be one hell of a ride.

Now to those domestic headcanons, hope there are no spelling errors, I manage to break my Grammarly keyboard every single time I write something-

(Don't you dare judge the quality I was rushing through so badly then I realized I forgot how to fucking draw. I'm going to post some art here, it's going to be meh quality just until I get used to drawing again.)

- At first, it took a good while for you guys to settle down in one place. With you enjoying the urban lifestyle. Since it made visiting shops, friends, and just having a fun day out way easier. Wukong prefers to be isolated, his only interactions being mostly with Mk and you. However, after Wukong complains for the 100th time, you move to Flower Fruit Mountain under the condition he takes you out every few days into the city and that your friends can come and visit every once in a while.

- Surprisingly, he tries to renovate and spruce things up. House feeling a little small? Want a room for your things specifically? He and his clones will start making preparations (Also maybe ask Mk and the gang for help on what exactly to do and if he's desperate enough, he'll ask DBK for some advice.) Slowly but surely, the once small hut becomes more home-like. Then when you're both satisfied, he'll move on making the pathway to the house to the entrance of the waterfall. Cleaning up any debris or rumble of pillars and crumbling murals of the past. It was by your constant nagging that he restores it, getting rid of vines and moss.

- Other than wandering around or chilling at the house you literally have nothing to do. As much as it was a nice thought of spending most of the day doing your hobby, you physically don't have enough willpower to do it every day. One day while laying around, you noticed how dusty and unorganized the house truly was. So that is how you got stuck with cleaning and keeping things organized. Yet that didn't stop there, you noticed small things like a creaky loose floorboard. That you managed to fix after searching for how to on your phone. The sink isn't draining properly, drain cleaner is already on the need-to-buy list. The problem still not solve, time to put in some elbow grease and hope you won't get too dirty.

- However, you're definitely not touching his little hoard that he has been collecting over the centuries. The last thing you want is to release some ancient curse or break something that was once important.

- He can't cook, don't even try to make him, you don't want another fire, so get that cookbook open and pray you made something edible. Over the months you had gotten better, but there's much to improve. Yet, complete failure or not, Wukong still tries it out since he is immortal, it won't kill him, and the last thing he wants is for you to get seriously sick from food poisoning. If the food was not edible, then he's either going to get takeout or you both are going out to eat, give him a few minutes to throw up the abomination you created out his stomach.

- It's only fair that he washes the dishes. You make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, it's the least he can do. (That's if he still suffers from food poisoning, it's your turn to wash the dishes.) He picks up around the kitchen, any produce you left out back in the fridge. Spices in the cupboard in their usual spots. He knows you do a lot around the house, so it's now his turn to help.

- There's one chore you both do together, it's washing and putting the clothes away. You separate the clothing in their respective pile, while Wukong loads the washer. Whoever hears the washer finishes, loads the dryer, (cough you cough). Then when the loads are done, you guys come together and fold the clothes. While watching tv to pass the time. Although Wukong likes to make a big scene whenever he grabs your underwear or bra, it was only natural that you do the same with his boxers. You guys now know each other's undergarments and clothes sizes after that. Well, it makes shopping easier.

- Wukong kept his word and takes you to the city, and if you want a vacation away from the mountain. He got a temple ready to stay at and landmarks to show you. Over the years, he saw many things and wants to show you all of them. He never liked big crowds, so going to festivals was never his thing until he finds out you enjoy it. Well, looks like he's hanging out with the gang in the city, yaaay... Just make sure you're beside him for a good portion of the time there.

- He was a little hesitant about inviting the gang to the house, but he couldn't say no to both the student that he considers like his own son, Mk and his darling lover, the love of his life, you. In all honestly, Mk and you had already planned a day to bring the group over, and you guys decided to tell him last minute. Even though he would like a heads up, so he can reject the idea, strangely the simian doesn't mind. He had nearly forgotten that the mountain could feel so... warm and lively.

- Just be warned now that he has you beside him 24/7, this touch-starved monkey will be cuddling and kissing you, the first chance he gets. Don't fall for his tricks, he's a sneaky one.

- You made a small habit to groom his fur. Running your fingers through, him relaxing within your hold. If there's a comb or brush, you will get out any tangles or knots. His fur is now soft and fluffy and he is ready for pets and cuddles. You like to spoil him once in while.

- You guys hardly argue or fight, there was a time you even feared that the honeymoon phase will be over and then reality will hit. Yet it hasn't, maybe because Wukong is actually trying to be a better person so he can stay by your side. Also, he saw you angry once and he will do anything not to get on your bad side... again. Wukong tries to get your thoughts first and asks for people's advice, though he still has trouble speaking his ideas or thoughts. Being alone for centuries will do a lot of damage to a person’s psyche.

- So things are pretty peaceful, Wukong is opening up more and you managed to have a happy life despite the odds being against you. Now it's time to answer the question, will you become immortal and join Wukong for eternity, or prolonged/have your regular human lifespan? Sadly, Wukong wouldn't be able to handle your death. It will take all of his last remaining time to ever move on...

Wait a minute-

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