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its-ya-boi-kaz · 9 months

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"Is my tie straight?"

[Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa | 1633 words | cross posted on ao3]

Meeting your girl's parents can be a scary ordeal, especially when you're the Bastard of the Barrel.

A follow up of chapter 44 of Crooked Kingdom

"That's the laugh," Kaz murmured. But Inej was already moving, her feet barely touching the ground as she crossed the expanse of the quay to where her parents were, running towards her at the same speed as she was.

Kaz didn't want to interrupt them, so he simply walked, leaning lightly on his cane and eyes trained on Inej. She was face to face with them now. For a moment, she seemed frozen, not sure of what to do. Her mother had tears streaming down her face. She couldn't wait for another moment, pulling Inej into a hopelessly tight embrace. Kaz was halfway up to them by the time they broke apart.

She didn't say anything. Her lips parted and she croaked something like, "Papa." Her father put a hand on her shoulder. He was looking down at Inej with a smile that made Kaz feel like an intruder, he didn't deserve to witness something so innocent.

Only then did Inej turn back. Kaz suddenly felt like a spectacle. Should he have worn something else? Surely it was his clothing choices that made their eyes lock on him so intently. Kaz saw that Inej's mother's eyes were the same as Inej. Mr Ghafa had a sense of weight in his gaze that could only be bought with age. But his wife, well, the woman was possibly what the girls on West Stave had in mind when they whined about wanting to look young forever. She seemed ageless. Her eyes were the same pools of darkness as the girl who stood before him. Like she too had taken every dark thing around her and held them in her gaze until she was surrounded by an aura of light, as Inej had been doing for years.

"Ma, Papa, this is Kaz." Her father extended his hand with the grace of a saviour, but Kaz did not need salvation, not if it came with a handshake. He was acutely aware of the sea breeze on his naked palms. The same sea had once wrinkled his fingers as they clung to Jordie, more afraid of drowning than whatever was in front of his eyes.

"He helped me survive this city." Inej's voice was an anchor, keeping him grounded to reality.

Her eyes were on him. He had held her own hand only moments before. Could he do the same for the man in front of him? If it gave her the same comfort? Could he cross the Barge once again, if he knew she would be standing on the shore?

I would come for you. His bare hand left the metal crow's head of his cane and made contact with the skin of someone else. The waters rose.

"Ma, could you make skillet bread for me tonight?" Inej spoke, but her eyes were on him. He shook her father's hand firmly; it was a chore to keep his hand from shaking as he returned it to the head of the cane. When he looked up, her smile was a halo of light around her. He fought not to squint against the sheer luminescence of her joy.

"Of course I will, jaan, " her mother cooed, using the Suli word for 'lifeline'. Inej had mentioned it to him once, in one of her proverbs. "But first you must tell us, what happened ?"

He could feel the weight of the question, the burden of it hanging over Inej. He could only guess what Suli proverbs must be going on in her head to help her cope with the fear and keep her chin held high.

"We will tell you everything you wish to know, Mrs Ghafa," Kaz spoke in her stead. How many times had she covered for him? He could repay her a thing or two before she started her journey to the sea. "But first shall we go somewhere more comfortable? I must confess, staying standing for long isn't very good for my leg."

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"Veera told me of the slaver ship that was seen leaving the dock. When we didn't find you, we feared the worst," Inej's father said.

They had come to Wylan's house and were seated on the dining table on which loaves of the skillet bread that Inej's mother had made cooled. Inej and Kaz on one side, her parents on the other.

"The worst happened, Papa. And then it happened some more."

Kaz listened as Inej explained her days at the Menagerie. Then her meeting with Kaz. Her time with the dregs. She looked at him a few times, to see if he would like to add to the conversation. He would, but he would not speak.

There came a time every once in a while when he had to look at all the numbers himself. Despite how accurate the reports of Anika and Pim were, he always found something that had slipped from their brain, that would have been unknown to him if he hadn't looked at the scores himself. You could trust somebody with your numbers, but there were some tallies you had to count on your own. This was her story to tell. He had no right to say anything, not when he knew there were wounds in her only she could recall.

She had steered clear of any mention of the Ice Court heist. But she could only talk so much about the past. "I have a ship. I managed to do something huge, with the help of the right people. I have the resources too. I'm going to hunt slavers. I won't let anyone suffer what I've endured. But before I do that, I need your forgiveness. Papa, Mama, I need to know where… I need to know what I mean to you, before I go out into the world alone and fulfil my purpose in this world."

There were tears in her mother's eyes that were very different from the way she'd cried at the quay. Her eyes were still, determined, yet searching for something to say. She reminded Kaz of the night on Black Veil when Inej had turned back － He was going to break my legs , Kaz, she had said, eyes searching for answers－ and he breathed out a sigh, knowing there was nothing furious in her mother's gaze. If they were angry at Inej, Kaz doubted any of the Ghafas would like what he planned to do in that scenario. Including Inej. Especially Inej.

"You are still our daughter, Inej. You needn't ask for our forgiveness. You did what you had to do." Her father's voice was steady despite the tears. Her mother silently wiped her own. She suddenly got up and crossed the table to Inej, and coddled her face in her hands. She leaned down to press her lips on her daughter's forehead.

"You did what the Saints asked of you, my child. If that is what you think your purpose is, then let me not be what stops you. You can…"

Their voices faded into the background as Kaz stepped into the backyard. He lowered himself onto the steps, feeling his leg throb with a twinge of pain. He did not want to intrude in what was supposed to be a memory none of them would forget. He wanted them to only remember each other as they too probably wanted to.

He sensed her presence behind him. He glanced back and opened his mouth to tell her how she should go back to her family and that Kaz could talk to her later, but the words died on his lips. It wasn't Inej behind him, but her father. He turned his gaze back to the canal. The old man sat beside him, posture erect even when sitting down.

"I'm aware that you are the reason Inej is safe today," he started. He must have left the mother and daughter to do some more weeping together.

"There's no safe in Ketterdam, Mr Ghafa. I didn't give her safety, it doesn't exist in this city. She fended for herself."

"I suspect you have a hand behind that too."

Kaz stayed silent, feeling the temperature of his face rise as if he was a child that had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. But Mr Ghafa wasn't blaming, he was simply acknowledging facts.

"I don't have much to say to you, just know that I thank you deeply for what you have done for her."

He didn't know what to say to that. It was awfully quiet in these parts of the city. He could hear the water of the large canal lapping up against the shore.

After a while, Inej's father stood up and dusted off his trousers. Only then did he sense Inej, the real Inej's presence behind him. So he'd known his daughter had come and left them alone. Kaz supposed he should be honoured, but he could only feel a pang of jealousy that he hadn't been able to sense Inej before her father.

She sat beside him now, slipping into a comfortable silence. Neither of them wanted to speak. Every few moments, she would wipe her eyes.

What had her parents said about him after he'd gone? What had she said about him? What would they say if they came here right now?

Quietly, she reached for his now gloved hand. Kaz took a deep breath. There was her hand on his. A slight weight on his shoulder where she had leaned her head against it. Sunlight glistened on the murky waters of the canal. His mind was reeling. A jumble of thoughts, but none of them profound enough to be worth being spoken.

"They like you. Both of them."

He could have never known such simple words would be what eased the thumping in his chest.

#Might write a follow up of inej's mom making the spiciest food they have ever seen and kaz discovering how low his spice tolerance is #booklr #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc #ck #six of crows duology #kaz brekker #kanej headcanon #kanej fluff #kanej #kanej fic #kanej fanfiction #inej ghafa

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lotusconstellation · 6 months

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“Shy Confessions” Pt. 1

Reborn Sun Wukong x Gn Reader

Story by: @queenofroses22

Written by: Lotus_Constallation

When hearing about the great tales of Journey to the West, you’ll often hear the stories of the great and all-mighty Monkey King, also known as Sun Wukong. The great sage equal to heaven, the celestial monkey that was born from a stone and set off to cause mayhem amongst anyone that crossed his path without any concern or hesitation.

You would also hear about the laughingstock of heaven and, honestly, of hell as well. The tales of Zhu Bajie, also known as Pigsy, a man who used to be a heaven official but made the mistake of refusing to believe he’s lightweight when it comes to alcohol, leading to his banishment and being cursed to be a pig demon for all eternity.

It’s also no doubt that you would hear about Tang Sanzang, formally known as Tripitaka, the powerful yet peaceful monk who had set off to fulfill his destiny!

There is also Sha Wujing, also known as Sandy, there’s not much about him but everyone knows he’s a water demon who fought courageously.

And finally, Ao Lie, the white dragon horse, who was also disguised as a white horse for Tripitaka to ride on while they make the hellish adventure to get those scriptures.

All of the people I have listed so far are very obviously well known. Some more than others. All have backstories worth mentioning even if there isn’t much. However, what if I told you there was one other person who, too, followed the demons and the monk on their journey, but you won’t find them in any stories. Not even a brief mention of their name. And that’s because this person was no one special. I apologize profusely, but those are the words I’ve heard from time and time again when I would ask why this person isn’t written down in history like the rest.

Surely, if they were a part of The Journey and were brave enough to follow the rest down the path of chaos and destruction, with a high risk of death, and trusting your life with 3 demons, that in itself is special, no? Unfortunately, people don’t see it that way. If you do not have some sort of spectacular fact about yourself that would capture the eyes of a dozen citizens, then you are nothing but a worthless little pebble under someone’s shoe. It’s a harsh reality.

However, that is why I am here! I am here to tell the tales of {Full Name}, Whether people like it or not, Because I firmly believe that they too deserve to be written down in history, just like the rest! And who knows, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two, but enough chit-chat, Let us begin!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

This story starts with a small village that sits just at the bottom of a mountain. And on this mountain, lived a vicious demon.

The demon had been around for what felt like centuries, and often loved to cause havoc amongst the town’s people. The demon would poison the soil so nothing would grow, destroy stalls, steal from said stalls, smear mud and dirt on any clean laundry, and would run people over with a mysterious carriage. People of the village constantly prayed and prayed to any god to take care of this demon, but upstairs always remained silent. Eventually, after realizing that no one was going to save them, they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Chaos could be heard from a mile away as the townspeople shouted over each other.

“We must slay this demon!” Someone from the crowd shouted.

“With what?! Pitchforks and dainty knives? We’ve all seen what this demon is capable of, what we have won’t do shit!” Another one rebutted.

Throughout all this chaos, a rather average looking person stood off to the side, trying to share what they had to say, but their hushed voice was drowned out by all the other booming voices in the room. It’s quite funny, really. This person, {Name}, spent– heaven knows how many hours practicing what they were going to say, was also the first few to show up, only to be pushed into a corner. And no matter how much they tried to step through the crowd or raise their voice, all their attempts were futile. Eventually, {Name} let out a heavy sigh, before making their way through the crowd to leave through the front door.

Upon stepping outside, {Name} felt the spring breeze gently caress their skin, they inhaled deeply, letting the faint smell of blossoms ease their mind. It was a rather peaceful evening, despite all the ruckus going on in the house behind them. The air wasn’t too hot or too cold, flowers were starting to blossom from all around, the petals and their scent being carried by the wind, and the sun was just starting to set over the horizon, with the skies becoming a mixture of blue, orange, and a dash of red. Honesty, all of it was a sight to see, but sadly, everyone was too frightened to pay it any mind. Who could blame them though, really. With this demon who’s caused nothing but constant dilemmas and chaos for heaven knows how long, it’s no wonder everyone here would be in distress all the time.

{Name} sighed heavily once more before rubbing their temples, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. All the commotion, and the sudden sound of glass breaking was truly starting to get on their nerves. Unfortunately, however, it had always been like this, whenever the town’s people would try to talk about getting rid of this demon, it always ended up getting physical, and In the end, getting nowhere. Honestly, all of it was ridiculous and {Name} was starting to get irritated by it. I mean, that’s why they attempted to be a part of this meeting in the first place. They thought maybe, just maybe, they could take some initiative and try to have everyone think rationally for once, and not be so hostile and rowdy.

Though, I guess looking back on it now, it was stupid to think someone so bashful and run-of-the-mill as them, could make a difference. If they can’t even fake the confidence to take matters into their own hands. Then hell, what good are they? The thought alone made them feel…useless. {Name} tilts their head back, in a poor attempt to keep the tears from falling. However, the tears trickled down their face regardless. Embarrassed by their current state, {Name} took off towards the direction of a nearby forest. They didn’t know where they were going, they didn’t think of how close it was to nightfall. All they could think about was getting to a safe place to let out their woes without any judgment.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

The labored villager continued to run throughout the unfamiliar territory, making impetuous twists and turns for heaven knows how long, trying their best to jump over fallen logs and moss covered rocks, and unaware of their ankles getting little cuts from open thorns and sticks.

{Name} continued on until they found a spot behind a tree, sinking down to the floor as they finally let go of all their sorrows. They didn’t want to continue living like this; Living in constant distress, with nothing ever being solved because everyone was already so stressed out and exhausted from this blasted demon. I mean, what did the people in the village ever do to him? Why must he keep coming back to attack everyone — even children? Is there some sort of unknown history we were all unaware of? Does the demon know something we don’t?

Whatever the case may be, {Name} just wanted it all to end. They couldn’t take another second of living in that village; where the people do nothing but scream and yell at each other and don’t take a second to just think rationally. There needs to be a change before this demon eventually gets bored of terrorizing everyone and does something worse. {Name} wanted to be that change. But they were foolish enough to think that would ever happen. “Why?” {Name} spoke. Their voice low and raspy from crying so much. They looked up at the starry night sky, unable to realize just how long they’ve been crying for. “Why must this happen to us? What did we ever do?” {Name} honestly didn’t know who they were talking to, or if they were even talking to someone at all. Hell, it would be a blessing in itself if their voice was even loud enough to reach anyone. “We have done everything. Prayed, made offerings, dedicated ourselves to you,” {Name’s} voiced a little louder, their face contorted with anger. “So why do you choose to ignore our pleas? Are we simply not worth your time?” A gentle breeze passed by, but {Name} paid it no mind as they waited for a response, a voice. A comforting breeze will do no good, it will not just magically make up for the constant neglect from the Heaven’s. {Name} knows they shouldn’t dare think this way, they know such thoughts would poison their soul, but they felt like they deserve some sort of proper response from someone. Their childhood had been damaged because of this vile creature, they watched as their parents went from kind and caring folks to aggressive and hostile ones. They used to welcome {Name} with loving arms, often trying to encourage them to be more confident in themselves, to not be afraid to stand up for what was right. But slowly, over the years, they started getting more…aggressive and uncaring towards {Name}.

Out of respect, I will not mention the things they have done. Though, I will say that it unfortunately got to the point where {Name} had become very skilled in tending to wounds.

The lonesome village felt another tear prick at the corner of their eyes, their head dropped as the fresh set of tears left little stains on their clothes. Please, just send someone, anyone, to take care of this demon. I would do anything in return, I promise.

…

The rapid crackling of leaves suddenly reverberated around the forest, {Name} nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard it. The lonesome villagers quickly wiped the remaining tears from their face before attempting to see the source of the noise.

From where they were, they managed to see a tall, humanoid figure running as fast as they could, the figure was wearing all black colored clothing so they could’ve easily blended in with the night. The only reason {Name} could see them was because of another figure dressed in all white colored clothing that was lazily thrown over the other one’s shoulder.

“WUKONG!! SAVE ME!!” The person in white yelled.

Without thinking, {Name} got up from their spot and started chasing after the strangers to the best of their ability. Their name wasn’t Wukong, but regardless the stranger was in trouble.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

The figure dressed in black was fast, {Name} will tell you that. The figure was jumping around while also making unexpected turns—which threw {Name} off a bit—all while the person in white continued to cry out to someone named Sun Wukong. Which, {Name} had no idea who that was, but they’re assuming Sun Wukong is this guy’s friend. Though, what’s a bit strange is that this guy, despite crying out for help, made little to no effort to fight against the person who was holding him captive.

After what felt like hours, {Name} managed to follow the figure to a cave that was located at the top of the mountain. {Name} heaved while trying to force themselves to walk further up the steep hill. Once at the top, they leaned up against the entrance of the cave, trying to catch their breath. “I wasn’t built for this shit,” they thought.

A moment or two had passed before {Name} looked further into the cave, borrowing the faint moonlight, {Name) couldn’t help but sigh in awe.

The cave was covered in foliage, with a few small waterfalls that flowed down from a few openings in the walls, and the moonlight only gave the place an ethereal glow.

(Artist: Unknown. Source: Pinterest).

{Name} was astonished, never in their life have they ever seen something as elegant as this. It all made {Name} ponder about their own life choices. From their younger years, there were always these rowdy kids who always dismissed the adults' concerns and went as far as they wanted into the woods. The kids offered for {Name} to join them one time, but they timidly refused. Now looking back on it, Perhaps it wouldn’t have hurt to accept their offer.

After what felt like an incense time, {Name} carefully moved towards the cave, the light from the moon slowly warning the further they went, relying on the tiny luminous blue flowers that scattered throughout the cave. As time passed, {Name} couldn’t help but grow more nervous. I mean, what were they going to do? How were they going to save this stranger from someone who could be armed and is undoubtedly stronger then {Name} was, when just prior they were sitting in the dark crying because they can’t even get their voice to go up an octave or two.

Honestly, the smartest thing to do would’ve been to go search for this “Wukong” guy but nOoOo, they just had to prove themselves.

Sighing heavily, {Name} continued on, trying to ease their mind by taking in the scenery. Whoever that black-clad man was, and as horrible as it sounds, {Name} was glad this was the place the man led them to. While they walked, they suddenly came to an opening with a bunch of stone staircases leading in all different directions, leading to multiple different rooms. {Name} was about to walk past it before a rather rejoiceful voice echoed throughout the room. “How lucky, How lucky I am today!!” {Name’s} blood ran cold, they recognized that voice. It was the demon. {Name} had followed the demon back to where he lived!

…

Shit.

End of part 1!

I really hope you and Queen enjoyed it. I can’t guarantee when the next part will be out, but keep an eye out 👁️

Love you all!!

#Sun Wukong #monkey king reborn #reborn #journey to the west #X reader #fanfic #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral post #sun wukong x reader #Reborn Sun Wukong x Reader #Sandy #Pigsy #lmk #tripitaka #sha wujing #zhu bajie #the monkey king #monkey king

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tamurilofrivendell · 1 year

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Homecoming | Haldir x Reader

Pairing: Haldir/Reader

Read on AO3

Summary: Haldir returns with the rest of the survivors from Helm’s Deep and, deciding he has wasted enough precious time, confesses his feelings to you.

Prompt: (inspired by this post by @oneofmanyinterests - hopefully that’s okay!)

Tags: @achromaticerebus, @desert-fern, @firelightinferno, @weepingdreammarvel, @silverrose365

The woods of Lothlórien were quiet, almost as if the trees were in mourning. Indeed, things had been a little solemn since the soldiers set out for Helm’s Deep. The Lord and Lady had barely been seen the last couple of weeks and it was said that they were planning the Lady's departure from Middle Earth. You hadn’t given a lot of thought to sailing west, not of late at least. You couldn’t. All your thoughts had been fixed upon one very specific thing.

Or one very specific ellon.

Haldir had gone with the others to Helm’s Deep. He had gone to fight alongside the men there and, while you knew it was a noble and decent thing they had all done, your thoughts had been quite sorrowful since they left.

You and Haldir were such good friends and you couldn’t hide your worry. Your fear that he might not return. Truthfully, you were more than just good friends... at least on your part. You had harboured feelings towards him for a very long time now but you would not speak of it for fear of ruining the friendship you held so dear. Having him as a friend was better than not having him at all.

The sky was cloudy and you were high up in a tree this day, having sought solitude from the moment the sun had risen. At first you had sat in silence, thinking you would listen to the birds but the forest was so quiet that soon you could not bear it. So you had soon risen your voice in song as you were often wont to do.

It was this song that the weary Galadhrim returned to that day. It lifted their hearts a little even as their minds mourned that which they had lost. Their fellow soldiers. Friends. Not everybody had returned and the journey home from Helm's Deep had been a somber one.

Haldir, usually a leader, had drifted towards the back of the group. It was because of him, of course, that they were quite late in returning to Lórien. He had been terribly injured in that fight and, truthfully, he had thought he would die there. However, upon discovering he was alive, Aragorn and one of the elven healers who had survived, tended him and slowly but surely he had woken. The rest of the surviving elves had refused to return home without their Marchwarden.

The song they heard as they walked through the wood was beautiful and while it did bring them a little hope, for Haldir it made him feel like he had finally come home - and it was only now that he realised his home was a person, not a place.

Veering off from the other elves, he had walked beneath the trees until he found the one you were sitting in. You did not notice him at first and he stood there for a long few moments, simply listening.

When you finally realised you were no longer alone, you cast your curious gaze downwards and Haldir watched as the recognition caused a bright smile to break out over your beautiful face.

"Haldir!" You could have cried. He was here! He was home! He was alive!

"I hope you have not been sitting up there since I left." He teased lightly, the weight upon his shoulders lifting a little. He recalled you sitting in this very tree the morning they had all set off.

"And if I have?" You teased back with a smile, your worry melting away as it was replaced with utter relief to be looking upon his face once more.

You both fell silent for a few moments then, looking back at each other, the Marchwarden and the one he had loved for more years than he cared to count. It occurred to him then that he had wasted quite a lot of time. Never mind the fact that he had all the time in the world - or thought he had, before his very recent brush with death.

“Will you come down?” He asked.

“Why don’t you come up?” You retorted, smiling.

Haldir laughed and then nodded, moving to climb the tree, settling beside you in the sturdy branches.

Your smile had faded away as you watched him, noting the slight strain he had attempted to fully conceal from you. When he looked up next, you were frowning.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

Haldir shook his head, casting his gaze over the forest for a long moment, the memory of the battle fresh in his minds eye.

“Not all of us returned.” He murmured, neglecting to give you any information on his own injuries at this moment. He had healed enough, just the slightest twinge remained and that too, would soon be gone.

You looked back at him sadly, before you reached over and placed a hand upon his arm. “But you did.”

Haldir nodded, his smile returning, brightening his beautiful face. “Yes. I did.”

“Good.” You said, giving his hand a squeeze and lowering your gaze. “I do not know what I would have done...”

Haldir smiled at you gently, the tips of his ears pinkening slightly as his mind flickered to what he truly wished to say but somehow found it felt as if the words had frozen in his throat as he tried to get them out.

You noticed he seemed uncomfortable and tilted your head slightly. “Does something trouble you?”

Haldir smiled slightly at how well you could read him. It had been such for a very long time. The two of you had a kind of synchronicity that had come from your long years of friendship...

...but what if that’s all it was?

What if his feelings were not returned and he lost you? He was not sure he would be able to get past that. Still, he also felt that he could not continue to keep this inside, not now, so he lifted his gaze back to your face and took a deep breath.

“Yes.” He nodded. “Something troubles me greatly.”

You frowned immediately and reached out for his hand. You took it in your own and gave it a reassuring squeeze, wondering if it was something to do with what he had just left, what he had faced at Helm’s Deep, that was paining him. “What is it? Tell me, I can help.”

Haldir’s lips twitched at that and he nodded again. “Yes, I think that you may be the only one who could help.”

You gave him a questioning look at that, raising a confused eyebrow, but you didn’t say anything - allowing for him to continue.

The way Haldir said your name next made you shiver a little, though he didn’t really notice as he was now too caught up in getting the words out before he completely missed his chance.

“When I left Lórien for Helm’s Deep, I could not know whether or not we would come back. Many did not. They are gone and, truthfully, I was almost one of them.” He sighed, his thoughts moving once more to the elvish life that had been lost there.

You absently brushed your thumb over his knuckles, bringing him back to the present moment.

Haldir’s attention blinked back up at you and his heart was in his eyes.

“I realise now that I have wasted so much time. I have-” The briefest hesitation and then he tumbled over the cliff and it was too late to try and climb back up. “I have loved you for many centuries.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared back at him in shock. He... he loved you? He had loved you for... so long? How could you not have noticed? How could he not have said a word!

Though you reminded yourself that you felt the same and you had not said a word either.

Haldir mistook your stunned silence for something it wasn’t and ducked his head briefly, embarrassment flooding through him as he gently peeled his hand from your grasp. Inwardly, he chastised himself. He should have just kept his mouth closed! He had no doubt lost your much treasured friendship.

“I apologise.” He muttered, hiding his dismay behind his usual stoic exterior. “I should not have spoken on it. I did not mean.... I will leave you to--”

“Haldir.” You breathed his name in such a way that made him quickly look back up at you. You had tears in your eyes and, even heartbroken, he could not stand to see you cry - he lifted his hand and gently brushed away the tears as they fell. Though, the next words out of your mouth made him freeze in position, almost not fully comprehending.

“I have loved you the same.” You admitted, gazing back at him with nothing but adoration, watching the soft frown fall away from his expression, his mouth falling open in surprise.

Haldir felt as though his heart could burst right out of his chest with the amount of joy he felt at those six words. He threw all caution to the wind as he gathered you into his arms and just held you for a long moment, in complete disbelief that you could love him as he loved you!

Then, he pulled back, gently framed your face with his hands and leaned in to kiss you.

You were not sure you had the words to fully explain what you felt as he kissed you. Actually kissed you! Haldir! Kissing you! It was unfathomable.

However you were quick to participate, deepening the kiss and pouring all of your emotions into the act. You did not want him to be at all uncertain of your feelings.

Eventually, you both pulled back, a little breathless. Haldir chuckled, looking back at you with complete awe. He caressed your face gently and then let go, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

There the two of you sat for a long while, just basking in the glow of your shared emotions. Your love. You sat with your head on his shoulder, his arm around you, and you had never felt better in your whole life.

Soon, you began to sing again.

As Haldir held you close, listening to your beautiful voice fill the air around him, he felt it once more.

He had finally come home.

#haldir x reader #haldir x you #lotr x reader #haldir fanfic #lotr fanfic

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powerpolyculeshowdown · 1 year

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Canon Polycule Showdown

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(not pictured: Venom)

[ID: 1. Picture of Arthur, Lancelot and Guinevere from High Noon over Camelot. 2. Picture of Dan, Annie and Eddie from the movie Venom. /end ID]

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Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot

Status: Canon

Description: Wild west sci-fi Arthuriana. These three are in an established relationship by the time that Arthur becomes "Sheriff" of Camelot. He's nominally the leader, but they rule as a triumvirate, ambitions kept in check by one another. When they need to go on a journey to stop the space station they live on from falling into the star they're in a decaying orbit around, they go together. When it turns out that only one of them can have complete control over the station's systems (via the GRAIL) they almost have a standoff about who can access that power, but ultimately their fondness for each other is more important to them than their ambitions.

Venom/Eddie/Anne/Dan

Status: Implied (body sharing)

Description: Dan and Anne are engaged, Eddie is Anne's ex who is canonically still in love with her (or at least still getting over the break up), Venom Eddie and Anne have kissed, Venom and Eddie share a body and have a very intimate relationship, and they also confessed their love for each other (whether romantic or not) in canon.

#high noon over camelot #venom #polycule #polyamory #polyship #canonpolyculeshowdown #pollycule #canonround3 #tournament poll

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veryace-ficrecs · 8 months

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Hangman/rooster fic recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

the fox you feed by lemqnie - Rated M

It is 1885. Bradley Bradshaw undergoes the worst thing in the Wild West: a three-month long journey with his enemy (Jake Seresin) and a 13 year old (Maddie Whitman).

or they're cowboys travelling west to deliver a 13 year old girl to her parents.

We're Crashing Like Waves by Renai_chan - Rated M

Jake is a movie star looking to get some surfing lessons and Bradley is a surfer living a quiet life in Hawaii. Like the land and the sea, they come together on the edges of O‘ahu.

An Unexpected Visitor by DraconisWing24441 - Rated T

It's been a year since the mission, a year since Bradley and Jake have seen each other and decided to start over, but as friends. But when Jake decides to show up at Bradley's house one night, old feelings are rekindled and starting over, together, suddenly seems a hell of a lot more possible than before. ***** Unlocking the door, Bradley yanked it open with the full intention of ripping into the person pounding on his door for no good reason only to freeze as the open door revealed a soaking wet Hangman on his front stoop. Frozen in shock – he hadn’t seen Hangman since the mission ended – Bradley found himself just staring at him as he tried to process the presence of the blonde aviator in front of him. Bradley asked, “Hangman? Wh–what are you doing here? And why are you soaking wet?”

waking up to you by honestlydarkprincess - Rated T

Jake drinks too much at a party he and Bradley throw for Bob's birthday. He wanders off, settles into Bradley's bed and they fall asleep. That's it, that's the fic. Based on the prompt "we’re roommates and you drunkenly passed out in my bed; move over I’m coming in"

you were nothing but trouble, baby and I've been sifting through the rubble lately by hangmanbradshaw - Rated M

Rooster rolled his eyes, but didn’t go any faster. He was in his head, which Jake knew how to handle. He pulled out his phone and tapped on the music library, swiping until he found what he was looking for. The beginning strums of Slow Ride filtered through the car bluetooth. He lulled his head over, smirked widely, and said, “I love this song.” Rooster shook his head, but Jake could tell a small smile was threatening to blossom. It felt like a small victory. “You haven’t changed.” Or The Twister AU

I miss your smile (And the wild things you say) by snowyroads - Not Rated

He doesn’t know when he fell asleep but when Bradley blinks an eye open, he sees the sun through the window, noticeably lower than when he got here. It casks a golden hue into the room against the baby blue walls. He rubs his face as he sits up, hears the sound of splashing outside along with laughter. Bradley forces himself to get up, the jet lag and time difference already messing with him, making him tired. “How many we need?” Bradley opens the door upon hearing the voice in the living room, maybe a bit too hard as the noise stops Jake in his tracks. Bradley doesn’t fail to notice how Jake’s shirtless, just in his swimming trunks, water dripping down his chest and abs. He feels a little light headed. or in which Bradley never realized how hard it would be to watch Jake Seresin walk around in swimming trunks for 2 weeks.

We Were Something, Don't You Think So? by Jeston17 - Rated T

Jake has too much to drink, leaving Bradley to take care of him and take him home. When Jake confesses that he still has feelings for Bradley, they’re left with no choice but to talk things over the next morning. Or: Jake gets drunk at the Hard Deck, Bradley rescues him from a creepy guy, Jake confesses he misses Bradley, and they work things out.

Men Like Us by DancingDisaster - Rated M

Seresin men love with reckless abandon. It’s put every man before him in the ground. Jake refuses to be buried. He flies like he has nothing left to lose (he doesn’t), a one man army (he is), leaving everyone else in the dust (so they don’t leave him). Admiral Kazansky claps him on the shoulder, says he expects great things from him, and Jake’s smile is feral as the rest of his flight school cohort looks on in disbelief. Hangman, they all say, like Jake’s entire personality was a long con, and he ranks first in class. Rooster doesn’t look at all. (They've got history spanning the better part of a decade and they are absolutely, positively not over it.)

looking good, feeling good by andthentheybow - Rated T

When the high of the fact that they made it out alive finally begins to fade, the burning in his ribs begins to make itself known. All seven of them that were in the air are ushered to the carrier’s medical wing to be checked over; most of the attention is focused on Maverick, who’s trying to brush the doctors off, but Rooster can feel two sets of eyes on him. Phoenix is expected, the slight worry between her brows suggesting that she can tell he’s in pain despite his brave face. Unexpected is Hangman, who puts a gentle hand on Rooster’s back and looks at him with something akin to concern.

kiss me, please by miraculousmultifan - Rated M

Pulling his gaze away from over Hangman’s shoulder, Rooster backed himself against the wall, pulling Hangman with him until he murmured desperately, his gaze still flicking to the side, “Kiss me. Please.” *** Rooster needs to hide from an old ex, and who better to back him against a wall and kiss him stupid than Jake “Hangman” Seresin?

low key in love by iridescent - Rated T

Bradley runs warm by nature, always has. Today, half an hour after exercise, he’s practically a radiator. He figures he can be generous enough to share the surplus heat rather than suffer through the nuisance of watching Seresin gradually edge closer to hypothermia. (In which Hangman is often freezing and Bradley, who is a human furnace, notices and starts feeling begrudgingly obliged to do something about it.)

only just getting started by bottledyarn - Rated T

Five times the dagger squad thought they knew what the deal was with hangman and rooster + the one time they got answers

flames look beautiful (if you forget what they can do) by Ravens_Words - Rated T

Bradley Bradshaw returns to consciousness with a gasp, hand going to his side, where a searing pain makes itself known. "-ster, hey," Jake snaps, holds his face in both hands and forces him to look his way, "breathe." Bradley does as he's told, as painful as it is, and his vision clears somewhat. Jake's crouched beside him, concern etched on his face, and what happened comes back to him in flashes. The mission going sideways at every possible turn, seeing Jake's plane get shot down in the sky, the less than smooth emergency landing in the woods that followed.

miles to go by Notchka88 - Rated M

Truth be told, Bradley hadn’t been expecting to be team leader. Given Maverick’s continued criticism of his flying and the shit Bradley had said to him—it had startled him to be Maverick’s choice. It had startled Hangman too, judging by the way his jaw had tightened and how he’d looked away, avoiding Bradley’s eyes during the briefing. Bradley should have been ready for Hangman’s reaction after everything that had happened between them, but it had still stung. (AU Canon Divergence where Rooster is Dagger One, Hangman is Dagger Two, and the mission goes as badly as in the film. When Rooster is shot down, it's Hangman who follows after him.)

I need attention (and I need it all from you) by haridwar - Rated M

“Mom and I agreed I wasn’t gonna enlist Mav.” Bradley had been reluctant to remind him while also trying not to sound too heartbroken. He didn’t want his mother feeling guiltier than she already did when there were more important things to be thinking about. “You promised your mom you wouldn’t fly, that you wouldn’t be a fighter pilot. There’s so much more to the navy than just that kiddo.” or: Bradley is a mini Hondo

#top gun maverick #top gun fic recs #rooster x hangman #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake seresin #jake hangman fic #veryace recs #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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loganlermanstanaccount · 1 year

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What you deserve

pairing: Joel Miller x reader

(AO3 mirror)

summary: you confessed. Joel shut down. now he's trying to pick up the pieces.

warnings: angsty asf guys (whoops) , hurt/comfort with a twist! (mostly hurt, minimal comfort)

a/n: part 2 is up! read here.

wc: 800

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He walks into the room so quietly you jump at his voice.

"Ellie said you'd be here."

You don't turn around; fingers fumbling around the med bag you were rearranging. Had been rearranging. It was hard to do much with Joel's voice rattling around in your head.

Jackson was hard. The journey, even harder. Tess, Henry, little Sam. A list of names crossed out in a black ledger. In the heat of the moment, almost you. So finding this little safe haven just west of Wyoming was a miracle and a half. But somehow, you wished you were back out there. Like Joel, you'd take a clicker head on, just to avoid this conversation.

He rubs his wrists demurely and pads behind you. Close, heavy. Hands glancing at your waist.

"Don't." It comes out shakier than you meant it. Unsure. "Please, don't."

He pauses, steps away. "Just wanted a look at ya. That's all." No response. And then he says, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're avoidin' me."

You manage a dry chuckle and your shoulders heave, "...good thing you don't know any better."

"I mean it. Are ya…. are you ok? I wasn't thinking, sweetheart, I promise-"

Now, you turn around and look at him, and his voice dies in his throat. Joel Miller, square-jawed, handsome, even in the moonlight streaming into the clinic. Even pallid and pale from the stab wound at the base of his stomach. His brows are knitted together, worried. About you? It was fucking ironic, considering things.

"I just need time, Joel. I'll be okay, but I need time. And some space. And for you not to call me sweetheart, and look at me like-" -like that. Like you hung the moon and stars out in Jackson tonight. "Coworkers. Like you told Tommy. I'm fine, promise."

"Jesus." He steps closer, so this time you can feel his breath on your cheek. He takes your palms and kneads them in each hand. God, this isn't fair. He knows what he does to you, and yet here he is; cradling your hands and looking into your soul. He hasn't said a word and yet you can't move. You should, but you can't.

"M'sorry… listen- listen to me. Please, and then I'll fuck off wherever you wan' me to. Just need you to hear it."

You can't even look him in the eye.

"I thought I was gonna die, twice maybe, on the way back here. The first time, I was stupid. Raiders, fucking idiots, stompin' around the place. 10 years ago, I woulda seen them in time, gotten Ellie away. Wouldn't have gotten stabbed; not a chance. It was my fault. The second time," He pauses, hooks his thumb under your chin. He wants to see you when he says,

"The second time, I told Ellie to leave and get straight back to you. Thought that was it, thought I was a fuckin' goner and then, 10 minutes later, she comes back with a rusty needle and thread from God knows where - and tries to patch me up. All I could think, was that if I survived this, you would kill me. I could hear your voice, clear as day; 'Joel, you so much as get an infection from these shitty stitches I'll finish you off myself', 'Joel, I told you to practice first aid with Ellie every now and then, or you're both gonna regret it,' " He's smiling now. It's sweet and he's so pretty in the gentle light.

" 'Joel, you come back in one piece' "

"Except you left," you say, staring right back at him. "Before I could tell you to come back safe, Joel. Before I could say goodbye."

"I know. And m'sorry, doll. I meant what I said….before. It hurt to say it, but I did. I can't give you what you deserve."

A small sob, and you shake your head. "No, we're not… we're not doing this again-"

"Just hear me out, okay? We don't just work together and it was dumb of me to say so. I'm sorry. Maybe I should've said something when Tess told me. H-how you felt. I'm sorry." and now, a little quieter, "You deserve more than what I can give you. What we do, smuggling shit in the QZ, it's not- it's not a life. That's what you need. A warm bed every night. Dinner parties. Those disgusting fuckin' noodle packets ya like to hoard. All you can eat, sweetheart. Friends. A family, maybe. Someone who can protect you. A life. Please don't cry… you know I don't like to see you cry,"

He wipes the tears from your cheek. "That's why I said what I did. Not to spite you. But because you know I'm an emotionally stunted ass who's only gonna hurt you."

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part 2

#ouchhh #joel tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou #tlou fic #the last of us #the last of us hbo #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #the twist is it's all hurt #kat_writes😼#pedro pascal fic

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scotianostra · 4 months

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On 13th January 614, St Mungo or St Kentigern died , and was buried at his church in Clas-gu which later become Glasgow.

Our early saints were extraordinary men, they believed in an unknown God and by spreading his word changed history, whether you are a believer or not Saints like Kentigern, Coulmba and last weeks subject, Nachlan, all had a lasting effect on our country, reflected in the place names around Scotland associated with them.

Kentigern was born near Edinburgh, Scotland in the sixth century. His mother, St Enoch, was daughter of the King of Lothian. Her pregnancy was illegitimate, the result of rape by one of her suitors, whose identity she refused to reveal. Her father was so incensed, he had Enoch and her child cast adrift in an open boat on the Firth of Forth, expecting them to perish. The currents carried them across to the other side of the Firth, bringing them to land near the present town of Culross where they were offered shelter at the monastery of St Serf.

Serf took the boy under his special care, educating him and training him in the monastic life. When he reached manhood Kentigern left the monastery and journeyed across to the west of Scotland, finally establishing his own religious foundation on the site of the cathedral in Glasgow. Here he set about converting the area to Christianity. At a later stage he journeyed south into England and many parishes along his route still bear his name. Legend has it that he finally reached North Wales and spent several years there before returning again to Scotland, where he died c 614.

From the time of his death Saint Kentigern was venerated as Glasgow’s patron saint, and the cathedral of Glasgow was built in his honour. To this day his figure and the symbols associated with his legend make up the crest of the City of Glasgow.

The best known legends surrounding Glasgow's patron saint are told in the coat of arms of the city, as seen in the pic, the arms and the saint are forever linked.

There’s the tree that never grew,

There’s the bird that never flew,

There’s the fish that never swam,

There’s the bell that never rang.

Taking the symbols one by one, each refers to a legend during St Mungo’s life in Glasgow or his education before he came to found the monastery.

The tree is the first symbol in the rhyme and references a story from St Mungo’s early days. Legend has it that St Mungo was tasked with watching over a fire at the refectory in the monastery, while still a young boy. Mungo, though, fell asleep and some other boys, who were jealous of him, decided to put the fire out. When he woke up and found the fire extinguished, Mungo broke off some frozen branches from a hazel tree and prayed over them until they burst into flames, restoring his fire.

The bird that never flew also refers to a legend from St Mungo’s youth. It commemorates a wild robin, who was tamed by St Serf while Mungo was still in Fife. Sadly, the robin died, something which some legends attribute to the cruel actions of one of St Mungo's young peers, who were jealous of him. Desperate to make his friend and mentor, St Serf, happy again, Mungo took the dead bird and prayed over its body and was able to bring it back to life.

The third element, the fish that never swam, is one of the longest and most convoluted stories of St Mungo’s life. It involves the King of Strathclyde, Rydderach Hael, his wife Queen Langeoreth and a knight.

In the story, the King of Strathclyde gave his wife a ring as a gift. She, in turn, gave it to a knight - perhaps her lover - who almost instantly lost the artefact. King Hael demanded soon after to see the ring, threatening to kill the queen if she could not present him it.

The knight confessed what had happened to St Mungo, who sent a monk into the Clyde to catch a fish. When the monk returned, the fish was cut open and inside the ring was found. Some versions of the story go on to specify that this was the moment after which the King and Queen lived happily ever after.

The image of the fish which appears today is based on the seal of the Bishop of Glasgow, designed around 1271, which shows a salmon with a ring in its mouth.

Finally, the bell that never rang, is one story less explicitly linked to the saint. It is thought that the bell in question may have been given to St Mungo by the Pope. By the 15th century, the hand bell had become symbol synonymous with the city of Glasgow. Following this legend, in 1450, John Stewart, known as the first provost of Glasgow, let a bell ring out for his soul. The replacement bell, purchased in 1641, remains on display in the city.

Have a wee listen to Mother Glasgow, the Michael Marra song, Marra might have been a Dundee man, but he must have had a good understanding of Scotland's history, and indeed Glasgow's examples of the lyric include...

I dreamt I took a dander with St. Mungo

To try to catch a fish that couldnay swim.

The song ends and fades out to....

And the tree

And the fish

And the bird

And the bell

Let Glasgow flourish!

As I mentioned, the legacy of St Mungo still flourishes today in Glasgow, the first pic is a modern interpenetration of the saint on Glasgow High Street by the artist Smug, the second is another by Smug at the corner of George Street and High Street, it portrays Mungo as a child in the arms of his mother, St. Enoch, herself another patron saint of the city. The third pic is Glasgow's Coat of Arms, and finally we have the arms of the University of Glasgow, again using the legends symbols.

#scotland #scottish #history #Glasgow #religious figure #patron saint #religious history

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enam3l · 1 year

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Your writing skills are pure gold. I literally ate your rockstar Eddie posts.

Maybe the next step could be the tour and y/n accompanying Eddie as much as she can. Both living the tour life? And how about a spontaneous wedding when they have a show in Las Vegas? Nothing is more rockstar than a wedding in Las Vegas!

thank you so much!! so Eddie and y/n don't get married until 94 and that fic is coming - don't you worry. but your wish is my command! this is a bonus fic. a huge thank you for 500+ followers. thank you for enjoying everything and being a part of this story.

half the world away (rockstar eddie munson x reader) 4k / fluff / smut / slight angst

a direct follow up to rockstar eddie munson is gonna get the girl and god help anyone who stops him you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist!

Corroded Coffin’s first nationwide tour for their debut album started in New York with a full house. It started the precedent that Corroded Coffin were the must see band of 1989, it's also where you and Eddie parted ways. Much to Eddie’s despair, your work whilst flexible, couldn't allow you to chase your boyfriend round the country in a tour bus. Between weeping tears and desperate kisses, you said goodbye before Eddie got onto the bus, departing New York to complete the East Coast leg of the tour – leaving you behind. For a month you would be apart, only rejoining him in October for the West Coast dates. It was the longest you'd ever been apart since meeting earlier that year in February. Since confessing you were in love with each other over the summer, you could admit your heart ached without him, like part of your soul left on the tour bus with him. Ultimately you were pleased and proud, despite the boys insistence it was okay, you knew this was their first tour and they needed to experience it just the four of them without you crashing. Gareth had pinky promised to look after him and he had.

Before every gig, no matter the time zone, Eddie would call and you'd run through a pre-show ritual you'd developed over the weeks. Before you could ask anything, Eddie would insist on knowing every detail he was missing; what happened at work that day, what you ate and how you slept. As if he wasn't the one living the adventure. Then in return he’d recap the night before, how their journey had been, what his review of this city was and what the guys plans for the set were. Tonight’s show was Texas before the band took a week break in California then making their way through the west coast, curving over the top of the country and ending up in Indiana again. You were supposed to meet Eddie in California in a weeks time but some sweet talking to your boss found you on the plane from New York to Austin, Texas. The past month you'd been meeting deadlines early in hopes you could persuade your work to let you finish early and using the California offices before following Eddie on the last leg of the tour. In the months you'd been together you'd discovered one thing; Eddie would do anything for you and loved surprising you. Whether it be as simple as keeping your favourite snacks stocked to cancelling his whole schedule to nurse you when you had tonsillitis to surprising you with your favourite flowers. For once, you wanted to be the one surprising. It had been hard to keep your lips sealed as you heard the broken turn in his voice over the phone when he confessed how much he missed you. It was nearly impossible during last nights phone call when he said he’d call you tomorrow, to not burst into giggles and say he wouldn't need to call.

Eddie was pacing anxiously as he dialled your number for the fifth time only to again be met with torturous rings. He was cursing himself for not having another way of contacting you, for never getting your work or neighbours number incase of emergency. He felt sick, he had heard your voice twice a day for the last thirty-two days, it's what kept him calm everytime he realised he was on tour and all these people were paying to see him. Your soothing voice was the only thing that helped him feel grounded. He was frantic now, rambling round backstage begging anyone to point him in the direction of another phone incase the one he'd been using was faulty. On his third phone he decided this wasn't technical errors - you weren't there. Eddie stared at the phone as the dead line hummed, the jarring noice only adding to his nausea. His mind raced with possibilities, none of them he liked.

Were you okay? Had there been an accident? Did you forget? Were you angry at him?

Eddie hadn't been pushy with the calls, every night he reassured you it was okay if you had plans and couldn't make the call but so far you had everytime without fail. Even when you'd been out you'd found a phone behind the bar, easily charming any staff into letting you use it to call your long distance sweetheart.

The rest of Corroded Coffin watched anxiously at Eddie’s panicked ranting. They knew exactly why you weren't answering but they'd been sworn to secrecy and didn't want to ruin a surprise that he'd be grateful for in two hours time. Once it was show time Eddie felt awful knowing these fans had used their hard earned money to see him, he'd been there before, saving every penny to see his idols. But instead he could barely hear the music or the audience cheers, all he could picture was you hurt: hit by a taxi, fallen down the stairs, mugged, murdered, somewhere alone and in trouble when he should be there to protect you. There was also another horrifying possibility that nagged at Eddie, despite knowing you'd never believe anything, he couldn't help but fret Carla or someone like her had fed you something to make you angry at him. Eddie is grateful the set list had stayed the same, drilled into him so much that playing was instinctual and any mistakes were hidden by the other guys who could see him chewing his lip out the corner of their eyes. By the time the gig has finished, he's running off stage. Shouting a ‘Sorry man!’ at the roadie he just hurled his guitar at. Gareth is quick on his heels, not wanting him to go awol and miss the surprise. Luckily Eddie is back at the phone, rapidly punching in your number before chewing his nails as he's met again with taunting rings. Gareth carefully approaches, careful not to spook his friend.

‘Hey bro… I'm sure there's a totally reasonable explanation. Why don't we head back to the bus?’ He attempts to carefully guide Eddie towards the exit but he digs his heavy boots into the ground.

‘No Gareth! You don't understand! Something is wrong, I know it. I gotta keep trying!’

Gareth sighs, attempting a new tactic.

‘Well if you get on the bus, you can get to the hotel where you can dial to your hearts content from the room. Right?’

Eddie nods his head letting his now red nails find his mouth again as he allows Gareth to tug him along. The rambling continues all the way to the bus door and Gareth is thankful you're not actually in trouble because he's not sure he could cope listening to the improbable situations falling out of Eddie’s mouth such as ‘rats are getting really fucking big in New York now man. What if one got her? What if it came up the fire escape?’

They're in the living area of the bus when Eddie tries to double back and return to the venue,

‘Fuck!’ He whelps, 'shit, I should've called Marissa. Got her to go round and check on y/n. Fuck I gotta go call now!’

Gareth swoops round to barricade the door, attempting to block the exit of his friend who towers over him.

‘Good god man!’ Gareth cries, ‘just go check you've got all your stuff in the room and then we’ll get you to the hotel. There you can call Marissa, the mayor, fuck me, we can even call President Bush and see if he can track her down.

Eddie groans, scowling at Gareth as he opens the door to the bedroom area. He's puzzled to see a smirk spread over Gareth's face before leaving the bus completely. Brow furrowed, Eddie turns to face into the bedroom and his hand drops from the handle.

There you are, perfect and in one piece, just as Eddie left you in New York. Your sat on his bunk wearing a new Corroded Coffin t-shirt from the tour and somehow looking more ethereal than ever. Eddie bounds over to you, the force of his steps and the leap onto the bed causing the bus to shake. You're in fits at giggles over his eagerness, Eddie’s face immediately burying his face into the crook of your neck. He's completely flattened you with his chest whilst he straddles you and you can feel wetness on your neck. Eddie looks up at you his hands grasping either side of your head, stroking back your hair and you can see tears escaping his big brown eyes.

'You're here…’ he barely whispers.

You smile at your sweet boy, your hands now brushing back his curls and fringe so you can take in the face you missed so much.

‘Yeah, Eds. I’m here baby.’

Slowly the shock and overwhelming emotion leaves his face, replaced by his most smitten grin. He dives back into your neck, smothering all exposed skin in kisses between his confessions.

‘I…missed…you…so…much…sweetheart…I can't… believe…you're really…here!’ His kisses and curls tickle you.

‘I missed you too baby. I never even went back to my apartment. Just stayed in yours, needed to be surrounded by all your Eddie-ness.’

He's beaming at your sentimentalism until he remembers the panic he was in just minutes ago. Eddie’s face turns into a childish sulk and he begins to bat at you gently for worrying him.

‘Hey!’ You gasp, ‘what the hells that about!’

‘You scared me! I was so worried! Missed our call! I thought something happened to you’ Eddie moans and you can tell by the look in his eyes how genuinely worried he was. You pull him down to your chest and press kisses to his head.

‘Oh, Eds… I'm so sorry. I didn't think. But I'm here now, yeah? We’re back together now. I needed to see you, couldn't wait any longer.’

Eddie peaks up at you and nods and whispers, 'thank you baby, the best surprise I ever got,’ a dark look comes over his eyes and a smirk appears, ‘wish you'd worn nothing but a bow though.’

Later when you arrive at the hotel, Eddie is dragging you to the room. The second you're through the door he's throwing your bags down, manhandling you and throwing you on the bed before crawling on top of you. Your hands roam his body, desperate to reacquaint how he feels under your touch. Eddie’s eyes are closed in complete bliss as you lean up to kiss him. Instantly your lips melt together, craving to taste each other again. You're both desperate as your tongues meet, eager to get as close as possible. You bite Eddie’s lip as you pull yourself apart to catch your breath.

‘God, I love you,’ he pants.

'I love you too Eds.’

For a while you just look at each other, taking in every little detail of the other that you've missed as hands trail over bodies.

'Shall we get into bed?’ you sigh contentedly. Eddie nods.

Eddie’s breath hitches as you appear from the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile.

‘No pjs sweetheart?’

You shake your head. 'Don't think they'd be staying on long,’ you purr.

A groan leaves Eddie’s throat and his hands grab for you.

‘Get. Here. Now.’

There's no need for him to persuade you, you're skipping over and straddling him immediately. Every part of you has ached for every part of him for over a month. His lips at immediately on your chest, dotting kisses over your breasts and his fingers run over the curves of your body. You sigh blissfully, feeling relaxed finally now your skin is touching.

‘Need you Eddie.’

He murmurs in agreement, feeling the growing wetness from your folds through the thin fabric of his boxers. In return you can feel his aching hardness.

‘Going to fuck your girl good, baby? Like I'm your favourite groupie?’ You chuckle.

Eddie looks up and the look in his eye makes your heart stop, he looks serious but his chocolate eyes full of so much adoration.

‘No sweetheart. I'm going to make love to you, make you feel how much I've needed you with me this whole time.’

A gasp escapes your lips as he carefully flips you over so you're lying down and he hovers above. Lips reuniting in a deep passionate kiss, inhaling the other. Your fingers pull at his waistband and Eddie sighs as his throbbing cock is freed and you sigh at the sensation of your bodies completely bare against each other. Without realising, you're pushing your hips up to feel his length against you, both of you mewling at the friction.

Foreheads pressed against each other as you both whimper as you grind against each other. Wetness covering Eddie’s length as he slides between your folds, catching your clit as he makes each movement.

‘Need-need you inside Ed’ you pant. Eddie tries to compose himself so he can form words.

‘Not… not yet sweetheart. I just - I really need to taste my girl, okay? It's been so long.’

You can only nod as he litters kisses down your sternum, between your breasts, your stomach where he licks a stripe down to your belly button and then continues his kisses until he reaches your mound. Eddie doesn't care, he can't resist burying his nose into your triangle of curls. Inhaling your most natural smell, it's soothing, it's like home. It makes you giggle slightly, endeared at how blissed his face is. Your giggle is stifled as your mouth turns into an ‘O’ as Eddie quickly buries his mouth this time into your folds. His wide tongue lapping you with one broad swipe, his face blissed at the taste of you. Then his mouth finds your clit, suckling it causing your head to fall back against the pillows. The sensation alone nearly unravelling a months worth of pent up sexual frustration. Eddie brings his thumb to replace his lips over your bud as he watches the way your hands seek out your breast, pinching your nipples. He sees how hard you're trying to keep your head up so you can look at him. But regardless of how overwhelming the pleasure is, it's hard to look at Eddie when he's like this, his big eyes dark and sparkling with primal lust and love. Your mouth is agape and your eyelids fluttering as he continues to rub your clit whilst fingers circle your entrance.

'You're so beautiful like this,’ he croons, 'I can't believe somehow I make you feel like this.’

Your hand reaches to caress his face, you're sure he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

‘Eddie… no one has ever made me feel like this. No one ever will. My pretty boy.’

The nickname makes him moan and reattach his lips to your clit as he slides a finger inside you. You can see how he's started to rut against the bed and you're longing to make him feel good too. Struggling to speak you manage to whimper out

‘I-I need you… inside b-but it's been a month. Need you to warm me up.’

Eddie freezes and looks up at you, his pupils now fully dilated.

‘A month? Sweetheart… have you not touched yourself since I left?’

You bite your lip, a little embarrassed as you shake your head.

‘No. Wanted to wait for you… it's not the same now I know how it feels with you.’

Eddie isn't sure whether to cum right then and there or cry over how much you need him so he settles with making his girl feel amazing. He slides another finger inside, scissoring them to ready you for his thick cock.

‘Fuck, baby. I don't know what I ever did to get you.’

He fastens his fingers inside you as he returns to sucking your clit. Once he feels your fingertips begin to dig into his scalp and hears how loud your pussy is getting for him, then he knows you're ready.

Eddie comes back up, arms propping him above you. Your mouths meet and you can taste yourself on his tongue, it only makes you more desperate to feel him inside you. You're longing for the closeness and reuniting of your bodies that can only come with feeling his cock within you.

‘Please, please, I need you inside me,’ you beg now.

Eddie spreads your legs further and guides his cock to your entrance. Both of you watch where you finally merge as one. Both moaning at the euphoria of your bodies finally joining again. You cradle each other's faces as he begins to thrust into you, tantalisingly slow. You look at each other adoringly, eyes filled with so much love.

'Nothing compares to you sweetheart,’ Eddie pants.

Eddie takes your thighs, draping them over his shoulders. The new position allows Eddie to bury deep inside you. The feeling is overwhelming filling and you love it, knowing you're physically unable to get closer to him. His movements remain luxuriously drawn out, his tip dragging past your sweet spot each time. You're only left with the ability to mewl, mouth agape. He begins to fasten feeling the way your walls clench him, making his balls clench in return. You reach out to pull him forward, giving you access to kiss and suck his pulse point in his neck causing him to keen your name. But your movement some how manages to bring him even deeper inside you and it makes your body freeze in shock and pleasure.

‘Oh god, Eds… I need you to cum there. Deep. Inside’ you gasp.

His pace fastens but remains as hard, ensuring he completely fills you.'Christ yeah okay baby, god I can feel how full of me you are… look at your belly.’

And he's right, as Eddie hits the deepest he can, your belly bulges with his cock and it makes you whine knowing he's completely taken over your body and heart. The pair of you struggle to look away, only doing so because Eddie's quickening pace has your head falling back.

‘I don't think I can last much longer sweet boy, it's too good,’ you're practically whining.

‘Me neither baby, missed fucking you so much.’

Eddie brings his hand now to rub at your clit and your stomach tightens instantly, your thighs clenching his neck. The noises you make are pornographic and drive Eddie wilder, near folding you in half so he can steal away the noises with a kiss. You make your walls pulse around him to edge him further and it leaves you mouth moaning into each other's open mouths.

'I'm gonna cum Ed,’ you cry, ‘I love you so fucking much.’

He grunts, ‘fuck. Sweetheart say it again please.’

He's thrusting now deep and sloppily, his thumb pressing fast circles into your swollen clit.

‘I love you I love you Eddie,’ you wail as your climax hits you harder than ever before. Your legs spasm round his neck and your fingers tighten round his biceps.

'Jesus fuck I love you too y/n,’ he gasps as he says your name, his cum spurting deep inside you. He shudders and another rope fills your walls.

Eddie collapses on top of you, exhausted after finally spending the cum he'd also been saving for you. You both pant as you brush away his fringe from his eyes. Both of your eyes and drooping, completely fucked out. After a while, he attempts to move but you stop him. He quirks an eyebrow at you.

‘I… I need you to stay inside me. I've missed you so much… just need to stay close.’ Eddie’s heart melts at your need for him, he tucks your wild hair behind your ear before pressing a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose.

'Of course. Anything for you, sweetheart.’

Carefully, he rolls you both over so you're on your sides. One of your legs hooked around his waist, allowing him to stay inside you. Both of your eyes begin to close and his cock softens inside you. Relaxed for the first time in a month now you're reunited, you both fall asleep, bodies intwined.

Everyone can't help but notice how the tour improves drastically with your presence. Eddie has never played better in his life knowing you're metres away, eyes full of awe and pride at your boyfriends talent. The way you fit perfectly into his life like this only adds to the lingering feeling you're meant to spend your lives together. Every night watches how you chatter with the roadies, always offering help, how you make sure the band has always eaten and are feeling good, how you point out shy fans to Eddie and how you love being immersed in the after parties. No bitterness resides you after the Carla situation, the usual girls who follow their shows respect you and apologies for her behaviour. Eddie’s heart melts at the sight of you tipsy and mouthing along to his songs. Then at parties how you fawn over him chatting every bartender and security guards ear off about how the guitarist is your man. That along with the t-shirt you'd shamelessly produced that read ‘PROPERTY OF THE LEAD GUITARIST’, Eddie has never felt so supported, so loved in all his life.

The tour bus had been upgraded with a mattress on the floor for Eddie. He insisted on taking it whilst you took the bottom bunk it was placed alongside. Both your lip reading skills developed rapidly so you could continue to talk to each other long into the night without disturbing the other guys. Unable to fall asleep in each other's arms like you'd both prefer, you found yourselves drifting off; your hand dangling over the edge of the bed so Eddie could hold it all night. More often than not you woke up fingers still intertwined unless Eddie had sneakily pulled you out of your bed overnight so he could feel your full weight on top of him. The guys were deeply grateful for not having sex in the bus so it resulted in you and Eddie getting creative with locations for the few weeks you were on tour. Bathrooms and dressing rooms across the country were marked by you both. Praying the pulsating speakers covered the noises of your moans and Eddie’s balls slapping against you as he bent you over sinks and sofas or propped you up against bathroom stall walls. Eddie insisted he played better knowing his cum was dripping out of you backstage or that you were struggling to stand, legs still trembling after having his face buried in your core.

The final show was in Indiana and butterflies filled you both, knowing the last time he played here is when he met you. It was the most meaningful show of the tour. Neither of you needing to say a word as your hands gripped thinking about it. You went into the crowd to meet the whole gang who'd travelled into the city for the gig. Eddie played like a man possessed, his eyes unable to part from yours the whole time as you stood with everyone he loved most at the barriers in front of the stage. Seven months ago he was performing here in Indiana, not knowing the person he'd spend the rest of his life with was there and now you're stood in front of him, beaming and bopping around. Eddie wonders if this is heaven, convinced this is the greatest sight in the world, watching you carefree and excited just from watching him do what he loves. He watches your face turn to confusion as during the encore he starts with some unfamiliar notes. It's a new song, your song. Eddie wrote it whilst longing for your presence on the first half of the tour. Tears well as you realise this song is describing you. Steve, Dustin and Robin grin seeing the love between the pair of you, thrilled their meddling resulted in their friend getting the love he deserves. As Eddie reaches his solo you mouth 'I love you.’

Never taking his eyes off you, he mouths back 'I love you too, always.’

Eddie can't imagine playing music now without you by his side. The two things that saved him.

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steelcladbutterfly · 1 year

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Yandere Sun Wukong

This is one of my older works, but I still look back on it fondly. I made it before Monkie Kid became popular/came out so don’t expect it to be from that universe. It also doesn’t really take place in the Journey to the West timeline, so sorry for any mistakes with characteristics and the like.

The Mokey King, who can be found as far back as the Song Dynasty, specifically through the story of Journey to the West.

You were a close companion of Sun Wukong. You were with him through many of his adventures and even gained immortality right alongside him. You had been born into a cold family who never showed you any sort of warmth or love of any kind, so the one thing you longed for the most was someone who could give that warmth and love to you. When you met Sun Wukong, he exuded such warmth that you immediately gravitated to it. At first he tried to get you to stay behind, but when you broke down sobbing and told him what your life had been like up until then, he finally agreed to let you come.

From then on, you felt that your life was going to get better. And for a time, it had. You went on many adventures with him and even helped fight off monsters by using the ability of fire passed down through your family. You had always found a sad sort of irony in the fact that your family could use fire, yet always seemed colder than even ice. As the years passed, you began to fall for the one who shown you the warmth that you had always longed for.

You never told him as you never felt it was the right time or you ended up stumbling over the words you tried to say. But still you strove to tell him, thinking that even if he ended up rejecting you, as long as he didn’t do it coldly, you felt that you could cope. One day, you were finally able to get out the words you had always wanted to say to him.

~~~~~

“Look out!”

You were knocked to the ground as the monster swiped the air above your head. “Are you okay?” Sun Wukong asked as he looked down at you.

”Ah, y-yes,” you stuttered as he got to his feet and helped you up, “Thank you.”

But your gratitude was not heard as Sun Wukong immediately leaped back into battle. You sighed. “And I wish you would stay long enough for me to thank you. Let alone confess.”

You sighed again, but ran back to begin attacking the giant wolf monster while Sun Wukong distracted it. You quickly went through the hand motions to summon a giant fireball. When it was fully formed, you sent it at the wolf where it managed to kill the monster. You smiled, happy to have defeated the monster. Sun Wukong cheered and ran up to give you a hug, before quickly running off to tell the villagers, who had asked you to defeat the monster as it had been terrorizing them for some time, to gain the reward. Normally you would try to stop him from forcing them to give too much, but the village was relatively prosperous and had promised a feast.

Once you calmed down enough to not look like a fool from the hug you had recieved, you quickly followed. There you saw the village getting ready for the celebration and immediately found Sun Wukong talking to the village chief. With a fond smile on your face, you quickly jogged to catch up. “.....and how about big statue of me in the center of town as well?”

You came into the conversation as he tried to coerce the chief to give him more for his reward. Sighing, you said, “Come on Sun Wukong, surely you don’t need another statue.”

”Of course I do (Y/n),” Sun Wukong shouted passionately, “It’s a matter of principle. If I save their village, they should build a statue of me!”

Giggling at the look on the chief’s face, you said, “Alright Sun Wukong, I’m going to help set up the banquet then. Call if you need me.”

As you headed off in the direction of the kitchens, you managed to hear him say, “Yeah, yeah. It’s not like I ever really need you.”

You felt an ache in your chest at those words, but it was a familiar ache. Sun Wukong said such things more often than you ever cared to remember, but you still had faith in him and loved him all the same. On the best days, you were able to let the comments slide off you like water on a duck. But on the worst days, you had to stifle your crying so that Sun Wukong wasn’t alerted to how badly the comments hurt you.

Somehow, you always managed to make it through the days, even after constant cruel comments, monster attacks, and others underestimating you for being a woman. You knew that even through all that, you could always count on Sun Wukong to somehow lift your spirits even if he was the one to bring them down in the first place.

You made it to the kitchen, where you found them mostly done. When you asked what you could help on, the chef you asked distractedly pointed to a counter in the back where they were preparing annin tofu for dessert. As you began to help, the kitchen hands who were making it gave you grateful smiles. You smiled back, happy to help. Throughout the many adventures you had been on with Sun Wukong, you had first and foremost learned that he was most definitely not a cook, so you were usually the one who prepared all the meals. This lead to you being a very competent chef, especially after you were made immortal, as you then had much more time to practice.

When you finished making it, you then helped serve it as by that time the meal had been finished. One of the kitchen hands, who had introduced herself as Zhi Ruo, leaned toward you to whisper, “Don’t worry, you can eat with us. Honestly though, I’m more surprised they haven’t noticed you were missing or sent anyone looking for you.”

You thanked her as you then caught sight of Sun Wukong sitting at the head of the table, laughing at what one of the women who surrounded him had said. “Yeah,” you managed to choke out, “It is surprising.”

Another familiar ache started. Even when you would tell him where you would go, most of the times Sun Wukong would forget to call for you if something started or happened. But you were used to this ache as well, so you didn’t let it bother you as, whenever you brought it up, he would apologize in the end. Zhi Ruo saw your expression and, looking in the direction you were staring in, saw what you were looking at. “In love with him, huh,” she said.

When you blushed and started to protest, she laughed and said, “Don’t bother. It’s all over your face. I don’t know why you would like him, but at least tell him that you do.”

At that you quieted your protesting and said, “He brought me a warmth I was missing from my life and for that I’m eternally grateful.”

Zhi Ruo’s lips quirked into a smile. “Well, if it’s like that, it gives you all the more reason to confess. Do it tonight before you go to bed. You may not share rooms, but you are right next door to each other. I should know, I had to set them up for you. Catch him before he goes into his room and confess.”

Confidence given to you from her encouraging words, you nodded. “Okay! I will! Tonight, I, (Y/n), will finally confess my feelings to Sun Wukong.”

”That’s the spirit,” she said, “Now come on, let’s go eat.”

As you went off with Zhi Ruo to eat, you were unaware of how the conversation would play out, but you wanted to believe in the positives, so you went with a smile.

~~~~~

After you had eaten and said goodbye to Zhi Ruo, you rushed off to the rooms that were given to you, just in time to catch Sun Wukong about to close his door. “Wait,” you shouted out to him, “Wait! I have something to say to you!”

As you got to the door, Sun Wukong stepped out and closed the door. “Alright,” he said, “What is it?”

Drawing in a breath, closing your eyes, and remembering what Zhi Ruo had told you, you confessed. “I love you! I have for a while now. I just never worked up the courage to tell you before now! You brought a warmth to my life that I had been lacking from my family and I am eternally grateful for it! When you let me tag along with you, that’s was when I first started to like you. And I know this seems sudden, but honestly it is anything but that!”

You kept your eyes closed, waiting for what he would say, but all you heard was silence. As you began to grow worried, you opened your eyes and drew in a breath to apologize when laughter rang out. Quickly looking up, you saw that Sun Wukong was laughing at you. “Seriously? Man, if I knew you would do this, I probably would have left you there in your village,” he said.

”W-What,” you breathed out, not wanting to believe what he was saying.

”I’m saying,” Sun Wukong growled out, all traces of humor suddenly gone, “That I do not love you, let alone like you. I let you come with me because your sobbing was annoying and I felt pity for you. I let you stay because you knew how to cook and could actually hold your own in a fight. The only reason you’re even still here is because you are not totally dead weight to me.”

With that said, he turned and opened his door. Your eyes widened as you heard a woman’s voice from inside asking him what took so long. “Nothing really,” he answered, “Just an annoyance that needed taking care of.”

He then turned back to you and said, “Now let go of your stupid dream and leave it behind.”

He then slammed his door shut, leaving you to fall to your knees as, silently, tears began to roll down your cheeks. You somehow managed to get to your room and curl up, silently sobbing, in the bed that had been prepared for your visit. You cried for hours, but somewhere along the line you must have finally fallen asleep, because you woke up with the sun shining in your eyes and dried tear tracks on your face.

You managed to get up and somehow continue your day relatively normally. The only difference was that you tried to avoid Sun Wukong instead of seeking him out. The two of you had plans to stay in the village for a week, so you hoped to be able to get over the rejection by then or at least enough to continue with your life. But when the time came, you still hadn’t gotten over it.

On the last day, Sun Wukong ended up seeking you out, which was the first time you had seen him face to face since he broke your heart.

~~~~~

Sun Wukong was mildly annoyed. He had finally rejected (Y/n) and crushed her stupid idea of love for him, but she had started to avoid him after that. This didn’t bother him until the last day of their stay and she wasn’t waiting eagerly for him to continue on their journey. As much as he felt he shouldn’t care, he wanted her to come, as she at least kept some of the boredom away while on the road.

So he sought her out. He found her in a rock garden where she appeared to be meditating. “Hey,” he shouted, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere, “Why aren’t you ready to go yet!? We have to leave now before the sun completely rises you know!”

(Y/n) startled at his loud voice, but when she looked to see who had shouted and found him, she quickly averted her eyes. Sun Wukong felt a sudden pang in his chest, but he shook it off as he didn’t have any reason to feel bad. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by (Y/n)’s soft voice telling him, “I’m not coming with you.”

”What,” he shouted angrily.

”I still want to explore, but I need more time away from you before I can travel safely, so I’m going to set off on my own in about a week. I already talked to the village chief and he said he was fine with me staying an extra week as long as I earned my keep. So I’m going to help out around the village while I gather my thoughts enough to be able to travel safely.”

”No way,” Sun Wukong shouted, “There is no way you will be able to travel on your own. Besides, shouldn’t you be over it already? I mean, come on, I rejected you a week ago, this just proves that you’re too weak to travel on your own.”

”Shut up,” (Y/n) suddenly screamed at him. He jumped back, unused to her cursing or shouting at him.

“Shut up and leave me alone,” she continued as she finally looked at him. He was shocked to see tears in her eyes. He had never seen her crying since he had first let her join him.

She opened her mouth, appearing to want to continue, but closed it again before finally getting up and saying, “You just don’t understand.”

She then ran off and he shouted, “Wait!”

But it was too late, she had already disappeared. “What is with her,” he wondered to himself, “Too bad for her. If she wants to kill herself by traveling on her own, fine then.”

He then left in a huff and the village disappeared in the distance with nary a look back. For about a year, Sun Wukong didn’t even notice she was gone. He still saved villages, fought monsters, and attracted the attention of pretty women.

But soon, he found that he was disgusted by the way the women threw themselves onto him, fighting monsters became a boring chore, and the villagers’ gratitude began to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. He often found himself asking (Y/n) what she was making that night, only to realize he was talking to thin air.

He began to notice that he missed more than just the fact that she would cook for him. He missed the way she would always look after him, the way she fought, the way she smiled at him, the happiness in her beautiful (e/c) eyes when he complimented her, the pretty blush that would become imbued in her (s/t) skin when he hugged her unthinkingly after a battle, the softness of her skin, the silky quality of her hair, the scent of fragrant woodsmoke and cherry blossoms that always seemed to surround her, and so much more. After another year, he found that he had become completely obsessed with the woman he had last seen crying and running from him. He had tried to stop the way he was feeling, but every time he tried to do so, he found he fell even deeper in love with her. He finally decided to get her back. And even if he had to do so with her fighting him the whole way, he would keep her to himself and never let her run away from him again.

With those thoughts in mind, he set off to find her.

~~~~~

Meanwhile, you had left when you said you would. The entire village came to see you off as they had all grown fond of you in the two weeks that they had known you for. “Be safe,” Zhi Ruo, who had come to be a very close friend, shouted at you, “I hope you find what you want to be on your journey!”

”Thank you,” you shouted back, “I’m sure I will. And take care my friend!”

After that, you headed off on a journey to find yourself. You traveled from village to village, helping those you came across and fighting off the monsters that threatened you or others. After half a year, you came upon a place that needed your help. They had had a flood and many of their crops had been ruined. Having traveled for most of your life, you knew what types of edible plants would grow in nearly every condition. So you taught it to the people and even stayed to help them learn the best ways to cook the plants. You left with a smile on your face, happy to have finally found what you wanted to do; help those who needed knowledge on food and survival.

As the year ended, and the second year was coming near an end as well, you had gained a reputation as a hand of mercy, who helped all those she came across. You were happy to help, but you never knew that your reputation would be what brought about your downfall.

~~~~~

You had just finished helping the people of a village learn how to hunt and take down the fleet footed deer in their surrounding area. Normally, it wouldn’t be that hard, but the deer were faster than normal and had enhanced hearing, so they could easily get away from the hunters, leaving the village to survive mainly on half-eaten vegetables that the deer had gotten into. The villagers were grateful for your help, so they had let you stay for a few days to rest.

On the third day, one of them came to where you were resting on a bench in a courtyard filled with flowers. “There’s someone here to see you,” the villlager said.

”Okay,” you responded with a gentle smile, “Please, let them in and tell them where I am.”

”Of course.”

After that, you waited for the individual who sought you out to come. You figured it was a messenger from another village that came asking for your help. All of a sudden, a loud shout of “(Y/n)!” broke your peaceful atmosphere as you had recognized the voice, even after two years apart.

But, before you could flee, a pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you into a strangely possessive grasp. “Let me go,” you cried, struggling to get away from Sun Wukong.

”Why would I do that,” he asked in such a strangely lovesick tone that you stilled out of shock, “Especially when I finally have you in my arms.”

”What do you mean? Didn’t you say that you didn’t love me? Why are you acting like this?”

”Becuase I was wrong! I do love you, I just never realized until you were gone. I took your love for granted and now that I don’t have it or you, I am here to take it back.”

With that, your face was lifted up and Sun Wukong leaned down and kissed you. As he deepened the kiss, tears began to run down your face. When he finally pulled away, you started to sob. “What’s wrong,” he asked worriedly, “I know this must be surprising, but there’s no reason to cry over it.”

”You’re so dense,” you sobbed, “How can you say you love me when you broke my heart and stomped all over it? Especially when I’ve gotten over it. You really are cruel Sun Wukong. First, I love you and try to confess. Then you turn me down in the coldest and cruelest way possible. After that, my heart finally heals and I manage to get over you, but then you come bursting in, expecting me to love you after you told me I was basically a waste of space. I can’t ever truly hate you Sun, but this has brought me very close to it.”

After you finished, you pushed out of Sun Wukong’s limp grasp and ran. But this time, before you could get away, a hand grabbed your wrist and roughly yanked you back against Sun Wukong’s chest. “Never,” he started, scaring you with his suddenly angry tone, “Never run away from me. Never again. I let you get away one time, not again. You are mine now. Even if you try to fight it, I will force you to be mine.”

”No,” you cried out, struggling against his iron grip, “I don’t love you anymore. And you can’t force love Sun Wukong. Please, just leave me alone!”

You heard him growl in frustration before he slammed his lips onto yours. As you gasped from how roughly he had done so, he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You pounded on his chest, trying to get him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop until he had had his fill and savored the sweet taste of your mouth.

When he finally broke away for air, he picked you up bridal style. He looked down at your flushed face, dazed eyes, and swollen lips and smirked. He gave you a final kiss, before whispering, “Don’t worry. You’ll learn to love me again. And even if you don’t, I still will never let you go. You will always be mine, my flame of mercy.”

You tried to struggle out of his arms again, but he quickly shifted you into one arm so he could pinch a nerve cluster on the side of your neck. With a gasp, you could feel yourself quickly losing consciousness. The last thing you heard before you woke up far from humanity and in the arms of the one you had loved, yet who you now feared was, “You’ll never get away from me again. Life has no meaning without you in it, so I will do everything in my power to make you mine and keep you there.”

Annin tofu is a soft, jellied dessert made of apricot kernel milk, agar, and sugar. It is a traditional dessert of Beijing, Cantonese, Hong Kong, and Japanese cuisines.

#yandere #yandere sun wukong #yandere mythology #yandere x reader #older work #not monkie kid #Or journey to the west really #Kind of indulgent more than anything else #I’m probably going to work on something new for him #Eventually #probably for monkie kid universe

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jttwconfessions · 2 months

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#lego monkie kid #journey to the west #suntang #shadowpeach #lionpeach #tang sanzang #tripitaka #sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk azure lion #lego monkie kid confession #shipping confession #fandom confession #jttwconfessions #016

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The Entertainer - Track 10 - Let's Make the Most of It

Summary: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones, a young woman from L.A., meets Harry Styles, an up-and-coming musician and frontman for the band Wildfire. Told in first person from Sky’s point of view, she shares her journey and what it’s like to fall for a rockstar.

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It was a zoo backstage, people zipping back and forth to prepare for Wildfire’s two final shows of their west coast tour. Halo and I helped with whatever we could, but mostly tried to stay out of everybody’s way. The buzz in the air was contagious though, as music rang through the hallway.

“Livin’ on rock-n-roll music Never worry ‘bout the things we were missing When we got up on the stage and got ready to play Everybody’d listen.”

“So did Lee ever apologize?” asked Halo as she bit into her hamburger.

I joined her at the table with a plate of my own, where I spread mayonnaise on the bun.

“Indirectly,” I replied. “Harry said he apologized to him and everything’s okay now.”

“For the sake of the band, I’m sure.”

“Yeah. But I’m fine with it. I don’t wanna be the one to come between them. Plus it means the ban has been lifted.”

Halo nodded as she chewed.

“Not like I was following it anyway,” she chuckled.

“Halo? We haven’t really talked about it…but what is your plan when they leave? We can’t exactly follow them all around the world.”

Halo paused for a moment, then swallowed and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

“Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

“If Mitch were to ask me, I’d go. But he hasn’t asked.”

“Oh.”

“Why?” Halo lifted her burger. “Has Harry asked you?”

I shook my head.

“It’s just as well,” she said. “I mean, what are we gonna do, be groupies forever? We have to make a living.”

I picked at my own hamburger, my appetite suddenly gone.

“Sorry, Sky. I know you hate that word. I don’t really consider you a groupie.”

“I know,” I replied softly. “And you’re right.”

“Excuse me,” I suddenly heard a voice say behind me. A female voice, with a British accent.

I turned around to see a pretty girl who looked around my age. She wore a long burgundy coat with fur trim, and a pair of matching lace-up boots. Her shoulder-length hair was the kind of brown that I always wished mine would be, like it had been sun drenched and dipped in a vat of caramel, then painted in even strokes with wine.

“Can we help you?” asked Halo.

“I hope so. Can you tell me where I might find Harry Styles?”

“Maybe,” Halo replied smugly. “Who are you?”

She didn’t have to give her name. I knew exactly who she was.

“Just an old friend,” she smiled.

Halo glared at me, waiting for a response or the go-ahead. But no words escaped my lips. I simply stared at her, my ass glued to my chair.

“Well old friend,” Halo smirked, “Harry and the rest of the band just finished rehearsal and they went to the hotel to get ready for tonight.”

“Oh, of course. Well…I’ll just try to catch him after the show, then. Cheers!”

“Who was that?” Halo mouthed at me as I watched the back of the other girl’s head leave the room.

I released a deep breath and shut my eyes. This couldn’t be happening.

“Pretty sure that was Pippa,” I mumbled.

“Pippa?” Halo gasped. “The Pippa?”

I nodded with a groan as I put my elbows on the table and rested my head on my hands.

“What is she doing here?”

“I’m assuming she wants to see Harry.”

“She came all the way from England?”

I shrugged. “I guess.”

“She’s really pretty.”

“Shut up, Halo.”

“Sorry.”

I gulped as I stared down at my uneaten hamburger.

“I’m gonna go back to the room,” I announced as I rose from my seat.

“But you’re already dressed,” argued Halo, gesturing to the outfit I’d changed into earlier.

“I know. I just need…solitude for a little while.”

Though I tried to take a nap, I couldn’t. I kept seeing Pippa’s face behind my eyelids, hearing the ring of her accent in my ears. I finally had an image to put with Harry’s description of the night Simon died, when she’d confessed she had feelings for him. There was no doubt she was beautiful, and it was a wonder Harry had been able to resist her at all.

Finally giving up on sleep, I rose from the bed and freshened up before making my way back to the venue. Halo practically ran to me when she saw me coming down the hall and had to stop fast when she reached me.

“Harry was looking for you,” she said nearly out of breath.

“What’d you tell him?”

“That you’d gone to rest.”

“Where is he now?”

“In there,” she pointed to a closed door at the end of the hall.

“She hasn’t come back, has she?” I asked quietly.

“Nope.”

I knocked gently on the door before entering, though there was no need to. Peeking my head in, I saw Harry sitting on a chair with his guitar. His eyes lit up when he saw me which made me feel a hundred times better instantly.

“Hi!” he greeted, standing up and setting his guitar on the sofa beside him.

“Hi. You were looking for me?”

“Yeah.”

Shutting the door behind me, I leaned back against it.

“What’d you need?”

Harry grinned as he stepped closer to me, taking my hands.

“You.”

“Me?”

He blinked and nodded slowly, tilting his head until his lips met mine. I stared at him breathlessly when they separated, my heart racing in my chest.

“Well…what can I do for you?”

Harry chuckled. “Nothin’. You just did it. Just wanted to see you before I went on stage.”

“Oh,” I smiled. “Well, that’s nice.”

He bit his lip as his eyes roamed my body.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his fingers grazing my shoulder as he pushed my hair back.

Pippa who? I thought to myself as my heart beat faster.

Halo and I watched the show from the side of the stage, where we could see the audience. I spotted the blonde girl - the toe stomper and her friend on the front row. I let my eyes peruse the area for Pippa, but I never came across her.

It felt a little bittersweet, watching Wildfire and knowing they only had one more show before heading east. I began to wonder what I would say if Harry did ask me to come along. It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? I couldn’t go on tour with him. I was a California girl, and other than traveling the coast to see a few bands, I had never left my home state.

Finishing one of my favorite songs, Harry returned his microphone to the stand and looked over at me. When our eyes met, he smiled his dimpled smile before introducing the next tune, the final song of the evening. The crowd went wild, cheering and singing along to their biggest hit. I was quickly reminded of the show in Chula Vista at the honky tonk when no one knew their songs yet. I thought of the time Harry and I had shared since then. I thought of our conversation the other night in my bedroom.

“I am the entertainer I’m here to do my show You’ve heard my latest record It’s been on the radio…”

As much as I would insist that he was indeed a rockstar, I understood what he meant about being an entertainer. He was entertaining everyone in that room with his charisma, his talent and his love for music.

The band gathered backstage after the concert, the energy still filling the room and bouncing off the walls. Harry found me in the middle of the hallway and picked me up and spun me around. I giggled as he set me down and planted a big fat kiss on my mouth.

“That felt great!” he exclaimed. “Think that might’ve been the best show we’ve ever done.”

“Yeah, it w-“

“It was brilliant,” a voice interrupted me.

I froze. I knew she was coming back after the show, but a part of me had hoped she’d changed her mind. I saw Harry’s face before I saw hers, his eyes wide, his expression incredulous as he released me from his arms.

“Pippa?”

“Hello, Harry.”

“Pi- wha’…what are you doing here?”

“Well, I…” she paused, her gaze shifting. “I came to see you.”

“Oh.”

Pippa grinned. “I would ask how you’ve been, but that concert gave me the answer. Good job, Harry. I always knew you’d make it.”

Harry swallowed nervously. “Thanks.”

Looking around the room again, Pippa licked her lips.

“Think we could go somewhere to talk?”

“Um…” Harry looked from Pippa to me, then back to her.

Suddenly feeling like a third wheel, I spoke up.

“Go,” I said, touching his arm. “Catch up with your friend.”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind?”

I smiled at his concern, though I was faking it the best I could.

“Go. She came all this way.”

“Thanks. I’ll um…”

I nodded. “Just call my room when you get to yours. I’ll meet you.”

As I gave him a kiss on the cheek, I heard Pippa say “Thanks, love,” though I wasn’t sure if it was meant for me or Harry.

I walked towards Halo at the end of the hall, and she whispered to me with a nudge.

“You okay?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’m assuming you’re staying with Mitch tonight?”

“Yeah.”

I nodded. “Okay. See you in the morning.”

Passing Mr. Irving on my way out the door, he gave me a smile and a wave. I returned the wave, but at that moment, I just couldn’t manage to fake another smile.

1AM. I hadn’t heard from Harry yet, and I was getting a little anxious. Trying to distract myself, I played a little guitar, then turned on the television.

2AM. Nothing. The concert had ended three hours ago. Where was he? I considered calling his room, but I couldn’t remember the number. I was being ridiculous anyway. He’d call when he returned.

3AM. Still nothing. Maybe he had actually gotten back but thought I’d be asleep, so he went to sleep himself. Rising from the bed, I grabbed my key and opened my door, determined to find him.

His floor was semi-dark, lit only by dim sconces on the walls. All was quiet except for a low sound that seemed to be coming from further down the hall where I was headed.

Stopping in front of a door, I began to second guess myself. I couldn’t remember which room was Harry’s. Looking between two doors, I tried to recall which one he was staying in. I thought it had been the one on the right, but maybe I had it backwards and it was in fact the one on the left.

Finally sticking with my first choice, I raised my fist to knock, stopping mid-way. I heard the low sound again, but this time it was louder and accompanied by a similar, higher-pitched one. Fuck.

The moans increased, both in speed and volume and there was no doubt someone was having sex on the other side of that door. For a moment I thought maybe I had the wrong room until the male voice said a few words in a British accent. No!

Just as though someone had pushed me, I fell back against the wall. Covering my mouth with my hand, I slid down to the carpet, a river of tears flowing instantly. No, God, No!

Had I any strength in my legs, I would have gotten up off the floor and run as fast as I could. But instead I sat there in a ball, my entire body shaking with sobs, my eyes so full of tears I wouldn’t have been able to see where I was going anyway.

I’m not really sure how long I stayed on that floor. But when I felt like I’d exhausted all the anguish I possibly could, I wiped my face dry and stood up. I stared at the door for a moment, cursing it and the people inside, then I turned and walked slowly to the elevator.

My room was too quiet. Tossing my key on the nightstand, I turned on the radio for company. Normally I wouldn’t have been able to sleep with music, but I needed noise. Something, anything besides the angry voices in my head that kept saying “I told you so.”

“But all in war is so cold You either win or lose When all is put away The losing side I’ll play…”

I let Stevie Wonder soothe me as I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed. My chest still shook as I gulped back a few more stray tears, until finally I laid completely numb.

“A writer takes his pen To write the words again That all in love is fair.”

I awoke to a knock at the door. Ignoring it, I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but the visitor was persistent, and the knocks continued louder until I finally groaned and went to answer it. Barely opening it enough to stick my head through, I saw Harry standing there, his hands in his pockets.

“Good morning,” he greeted with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Hi.”

“What happened to you last night?”

“What do you mean?”

Harry scratched his head. “Um…well, I rang your room a couple times and you didn’t answer.”

“I had a headache,” I lied, “so I went to sleep.”

“Oh. Do you wanna get breakfast?”

“No, not really.”

“Oh. Um…can I come in?”

“What for?”

Harry blinked, his crestfallen face making me feel a tinge sorry for him.

“Um…to see you. To talk.”

So, he wanted to explain himself, I thought. Fine. With a sigh, I stepped back and let him in my room. Shutting the door, I turned and looked at him. For a moment he didn’t seem like the strong, confident Harry Styles I knew. He looked like a confused little boy.

“What’d you wanna talk about?” I asked, dropping my hands at my sides.

“Something wrong?”

“No,” I replied sharply and a little too quickly.

“Yeah there is. You’re upset.”

“I’m fine, Harry,” I remarked, crossing my arms in defense.

He let out a breath through his nose and sat down on my bed. I remained standing against the wall, not bothering to take one step. I watched as he fidgeted with his rings before raising his eyes to mine.

“Sorry about Pippa,” he said.

“What?”

“I know it made you uncomfortable.”

Uncomfortable? Is that what he’d call it? I blinked back the tears I felt reforming in my eyes.

“I needed to talk to her though. You understand that, right?”

I swallowed hard, feeling dizzy and sick to my stomach. “You talked?”

“Yeah. We sat in the bar well after three. We got everything out on the table. All the resentment, the pain…her feelings towards me. She admitted she’d felt like she had lost Simon long before he died. And when he did, she felt tremendous guilt and didn’t know how to handle it.”

“And you?” I asked softly, afraid of the answer. “Does she still have feelings for you?”

Harry shrugged. “She says she still cares for me. I reckon she might’ve been attracted to me in the beginning, but her love for Simon overrode that. And when he started in on the drugs, she found herself struggling with her emotions.”

I remained silent as he looked down at his hands again.

“Doesn’t matter anyway. We both got the closure we needed. And then I took her to the airport.”

“She’s gone?”

“Yeah. She had an early flight to New York.”

“Oh my God,” I muttered, throwing my head back. What on Earth had I done?

Harry ran a hand down his face, breathing out a heavy sigh.

“I’m so fucking tired, too. Hardly got much sleep,” he complained. “Deacon’s room is next to mine and he’s got some chick in there. They were so loud, I could hear them through the wall. That was when I called you, but you didn’t answer. I almost came down here, but I reckoned you were sleeping, like you said. So I tried to get some sleep myself, but man, those two…fuck.”

“Oh my God, I’m an idiot!” I exclaimed, covering my face with my hands

“What?”

“Harry, I’m so stupid. I thought…oh God.” Lowering my hands, I saw his confused face again. “I went to your room last night. When you hadn’t come back, I went to find you. But I couldn’t remember which room was yours.”

“You thought I was with Pippa.”

I nodded.

“In my room.”

I nodded again, a single tear trickling down my cheek.

“Only you thought Deacon’s room was my room.”

“I couldn’t remember. And I heard the sounds and…”

My chest shook as I drew in a hitched breath.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Harry shook his head, a kindness in his eyes. Then he held out his hand for me.

“C’mere,” he beckoned softly.

Hesitantly, I took his hand. He pulled me to him where I landed in his lap. I giggled shyly at the sudden contact until I saw the expression on his face. Pushing my hair from my face, he leaned his forehead against mine.

“I hate that you thought that,” he murmured.

“I’m sorry. I was an idiot.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“I don’t wanna be that girl, Harry.”

“What girl?”

“The jealous type. That’s not me.”

Harry smirked. “Sure it is.”

“No, it’s not! I swear! I’m not clingy.”

“I didn’t say you were clingy.”

“I’m not expecting anything from you, Harry,” I explained.

He stared at me a moment before asking, “Aren’t you?”

“Huh? No.”

With a deep sigh, Harry shifted me from his lap to lay me down on the bed. Then kicking off his shoes, he situated himself above me, his green eyes telling me things I wasn’t sure he was willing to reveal.

“I like you, Sky. I really, really like you,” he admitted. “I’d even go as far as to say I’ve never felt this way…about anyone before.”

A gentle smile grew on my lips and I raised a hand to touch his cheek.

“You’ve…done something to me,” he continued. “Something I can’t really even explain. Because…it’s something I’d never thought I’d feel. We have a special connection, and I don’t take that for granted.”

I bit my lip as I nodded.

“But…I’m in a band. I’m going on the road. Overseas, even. And although I’d love for you to come along, I know it’s unrealistic. You have a life here.”

“I know.”

“There will be other girls, too. Lots of girls, whether I want them or not.”

“I know, Harry. That’s what I was trying to say. I understand.”

Harry blinked as I continued to stroke his unshaven jaw.

“It would be ridiculous for me to expect you to wait for me. So…I can’t…”

“You can’t commit to me,” I answered for him.

“Yeah.”

“I know,” I sighed. “I’m just glad you’re here right now.”

Wildfire’s final west coast show was a party to say the least. The entire backstage area was decorated with good luck signs, and I even saw a few in the audience. The band added their cover of “Honky Tonk Women” to the setlist for fun, and the crowd ate it up.

After the show, Mr. Irving gave a toast, and Harry and I (and probably everyone else) got a little tipsy and ended up giggling up to his hotel room.

“Harry,” I whined when he shut the door behind me. “I should probably go to my room and get my bag.”

“What for?”

I gave a cheeky grin. “My yellow pajamas are in there.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You won’t be needing those, baby.”

I giggled again as he pulled me to him and began nibbling on my neck. Sliding the strap of my top down my shoulder, his lips traveled down my skin, leaving goosebumps.

“Harry…” I said again in a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“You’re leaving tomorrow.”

Pausing his caresses, he raised his head to look at me.

“We haven’t said our goodbyes yet,” I choked.

Sliding his hand under my ear, his lips grazing mine, he whispered. “Then let’s make the most of it, yeah?”

His tongue filled my mouth with water kisses, the air in my lungs temporarily absent. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the floor and onto the bed. Taking off his shirt, he threw it on the floor next to his discarded boots. Neither of us said a word, though his eyes told me everything. And like in every situation, I heard music in my head.

“Tonight the light of love is in your eyes…”

I knew he felt it. Even if he didn’t say it. He didn’t have to. And I’d fallen long ago. I knew it wasn’t just sex. And I wasn’t a groupie. It was love.

“Tonight with words unspoken You say that I’m the only one But will my heart be broken When the night meets the morning sun…”

I knew the truth. My heart was getting ready to be broken. But then again…I’d known that all along.

The jet engine whined loudly as the wind blew my hair in my face. I tried to push it back only to have it fly right back to where it was, obscuring my view.

I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry. I’d done enough of it the night before after Harry had fallen asleep, and again that morning in the bathroom.

“Alright guys, ready when you are,” said Mr. Irving.

He climbed the stairs into the plane first, Lee and Deacon following. Halo stopped Mitch on the stairs to give him her final kisses, making a complete show of it.

“I guess this is goodbye now,” Harry shrugged.

“Yeah.”

He took a step closer, grazing my chin with his thumb.

“I’m gonna miss you, Mary Lou Jones.”

Pushing his hand away, I shook my head as I felt the unwanted tears start to come.

“Don’t. Please.”

I heard him sigh. “I hope you know how special you are to me.”

Blinking, I looked up at him. “Me too.”

Lifting my hand to the locket around my neck, I reached for his cross with my other.

“Never forget…right?”

His jaw set, like he was trying to keep from crying too, he nodded. This was so hard.

“Do…do I at least get a hug?”

I nodded then, finally releasing a few tears even though I tried to wipe them away quickly. I wrapped my arms around him, taking in his scent one last time. I kissed him on the cheek, letting my lips linger on his skin before I whispered in his ear.

“I love you.”

I felt Harry’s arms fall from my waist as I pulled back. His face looked puzzled, his brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I…I’m leaving, Sky.”

“I know.”

“Why would you say that now? Why would you-“

I pressed my finger to his lips to hush him.

“You’re special to me, Harry. I’m proud of you. I love you. Okay?”

He nodded, my finger still on his mouth. When I released it, he sucked in a breath. I thought for a moment he was going to say it back, but he didn’t.

“Thanks.”

I smiled meekly as I took his hand.

“Go. Be great. I know you will.”

His expression solemn, he slowly walked to the plane. Unable to watch him leave, I turned around.

“Sky!” I heard him call, stopping me in my tracks.

“Yes?”

Sucking in his lips, he walked back towards me.

“If I had asked…would you have come with me?”

I blinked rapidly as I stared at him. What was I supposed to say? I had no clue. Finally I lowered my eyes and shook my head.

“No.”

With a nod, Harry started for the jet again. When he reached the steps, I ran up to him.

“Are…are you…asking?”

Harry gulped hard and shook his head.

“No.”

Halo drove my car home, knowing I was unable to. I wasn’t crying on the outside, but on the inside I was like a volcano about to erupt. She turned the key in the ignition and Linda Ronstadt’s voice filled the car.

“Living in a memory of a love that never was…”

“Sorry,” mumbled Halo, turning down the volume.

“It’s okay. This song is perfect actually.”

I let the tears fall then as I gazed out the window.

“I’ve done everything I know To try and make you mine And I think I’m gonna love you For a long, long time…”

And just like that, Harry Styles walked out of my life. I’m not bitter, nor do I have any regrets. I only have fond memories, no hurt or pain.

I had never met anyone like Harry Styles before, nor have I met anyone like him since. He’s still the only person I ever knew to love music as much as I do, and I’m so proud to have been a part of his early steps in reaching his dreams.

Wildfire eventually disbanded in 1981 and Harry took on a solo project which did fairly well, though I never saw him in concert again. I did go to a concert at the Forum in the early 80s (pretty sure it was Journey, or maybe Van Halen) and I looked over the aisle to my right to see a young man who looked a lot like Harry. It could have been him, but it was dark and I wasn’t sure if he saw me. As I look back now, I sort of wish I had gone up to him, just to say hello. But I suppose I was afraid he wouldn’t remember me. And I wanted all my memories of him to be good.

Like Halo said, sometimes people come into your life for a reason. They may not stay forever, but your life is forever changed because they touched it. Harry had touched my life in a way that was immeasurable. I suppose a little part of me will always be in love with him. And I will never, ever forget him.

THE END...

or is it??

Songs mentioned:

Boston - Rock & Roll Band

Billy Joel - The Entertainer

Stevie Wonder - All In Love Is Fair

Carole King - Will You Love Me Tomorrow

Linda Ronstadt - Long, Long Time

If you'd like to listen to the entire soundtrack, check out my playlist on spotify :).

I know, I know. It hurts. It hurt me re-reading this for the millionth time. I actually hope the emotions were evoked because that was my goal. Please message me to let me know what you thought of this story. It's still very special to me.

So that was going to be the end. Just a little mini fic. But later I got a couple little birdies in my ear asking if I could write something where Sky does actually run into Harry again, like a what-if. As I started writing, my original plan was just a few chapters, like "bonus tracks", but they soon grew into an entire fic, even longer than the original. I'll be reposting the sequel soon. Maybe not daily, more like weekly or maybe twice a week. If you'd like to be on a taglist, let me know.

Thank you so much for reading! - Court xo

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Journey to the West Chapter 31

Man Pigsy just makes a habit of instigating stuff doesn't he? At least this time he's using that ability for good.

Anyways in this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest we get to see Sun Wukong back in action, and he's got a bone to pick. So let's get into it shall we?

So Pigsy gets dragged back to Monkey, who demands to know why he was insulting him earlier. Pigsy tries to deny it of course, but Monkey reminds him that he has super hearing. When Monkey threatens to beat him however, Pigsy finally confesses but asks to be spared for Tripitaka's sake. Which- was a bad move considering he and Monkey still aren't on speaking terms. When that doesn't work, he instead brings up Guanyin- which does actually work.

Monkey decides to get to the point and asks Pigsy what Tripitaka has gotten himself into this time. Pigsy once again tries to deny any trouble and insist that Tripitaka really just missed him- but caves when Monkey threatens to beat him again. So Pigsy gives Monkey a rundown on all the events that happened since Monkey left them. Afterwards Monkey asks why they didn't use his name to protect Tripitaka like he told them to. At this Pigsy gets an idea to push Monkey into action. He says that they did use Sun Wukong's name, but that the demon just scoffed and said that if this so called 'Sun Wukong' show's up, he'll skin him alive and boil him!

Monkey is never one to let people doubting his badassery slide so he is all geared up now to fight this Yellow Robe Demon. Oh and rescue Tripitaka while he's at it to he guesses. His little monkey's aren't so happy to see him go however, and ask him to stay with them instead. Wukong however tells them that Tripitaka just granted him a little vacation to see them all, but he has to go back now and finish his mission. Once that's done though, he'll come back home to them.

With that Pigsy and Monkey take their leave. On the way however Monkey takes a quick dip in the ocean to clean himself up a bit before he see's Tripitaka again. My guess is he wants to make a good impression so that he really will be invited back into the pilgrimage. Anyways after Monkey has his bath the two continue on their way to the demon's lair.

For the first order of business, Monkey kidnaps the two demon's kids, which of course causes all the minion demon's to report the kidnapping to the princess. So the princess runs out to stop Monkey from dashing her kids on the rocks below, demanding to know what he thinks she's doing. She warns him that her husband is rather frightening. Monkey introduces himself and offers a trade- he'll give the boys back in exchange for Sandy.

So the princess goes inside to untie Sandy, which she wanted to do anyways and was just trying to think of an excuse. She tells him that his older brother Sun Wukong is here for him, which absolutely delights Sandy. So the three disciples have a touching reunion and Wukong starts up phase two of his plan. So Sun Wukong immediately rescinds on his deal with the princess by telling Sandy and Pigsy to take the two boys to the kingdom and drop them at the palace. And when anybody asks who kids those were, tell them that they are the Yellow Robe Demon's kids, that way they can lure the Demon back here to fight Wukong instead of fighting in the kingdom and causing a bunch of collateral damage. Pigsy isn't to hype about this plan, since the demon will most likely come after Pigsy and Sandy for killing the boys while Monkey get's off scott free, but Monkey tells them not to worry about that and just lure the demon here.

So Sandy and Pigsy take off with the hostages in tow while Monkey has a little chat with the princess, who super isn't happy with him for refusing to hold up his end of the deal. Monkey however just calls her an filial daughter for being kidnapped by a demon and makes her cry. Yeesh. After that though he assures her that he will take care of her demon husband so she can return to her parents and ushers her off somewhere so he can disguise himself as her and take her place.

So while Wukong is busy cosplaying as the princess Sandy and Pigsy meanwhile have arrived at the kingdom and have killed the two boys by hurling them out of the sky and yelling that they are the Yellow Demon's children just as Monkey instructed. The Demon meanwhile is way to hungover to want to deal with this right now, and decides to head home to see if those really were his kids or if Pigsy is just trying to trick him or something.

The Palace meanwhile has been clued in on the fact that this guy is indeed a demon, due to all those serving girls that he didn't get around to killing and eating earlier who escaped and told them all about it. They can't really do anything about it however, so instead the king just has more guards assigned to Tiger Tripitaka because I guess knowing that other guy is a demon doesn't mean Tripitaka is in the clear yet.

Meanwhile the demon arrives back at his cave and theater kid Sun Wukong starts putting on the show of a lifetime and starts up the waterworks, crying for his poor kidnapped children. When the demon asks his 'wife' why she's crying, Wukong tearfully explains how Pigsy came by freed Sandy and kidnapped her children, and now she doesn't even know if they are still alive. The Demon of course angrily exclaims that his son's have been killed and he vows vengeance- after he takes care of his poor distraught wife of course.

Luckily the Demon has just the thing to fix his wife's heartache, he takes out his treasure, an internal elixir, and explains that all she needs to do is rub it on the spot that hurts and the pain will go away. He warns her however not to fillip her thumb onto the treasure for if she does it will reveal her true form. So Monkey of course proceeds to rub the treasure on a random spot before filliping his thumb and then swallowing the thing whole.

When the demon tries to punch him in retribution, Sun Wukong blocks the blow and reverts to his true from. The Demon of course has no idea who he is, so Sun Wukong explains that he is the eldest disciple of the Tang Monk. The Demon however doesn't believe him because when he caught Tripitaka earlier, he only had the two disciples, if he really is a disciple then why wasn't he with them earlier? So Sun Wukong explains that his habit of slaying monsters offended the monk, so he was dismissed. When the Demon asks why he's here if he was banished by his master, Wukong says 'Once a teacher always a father' and 'between father and son, there's no overnight enmity' so of course he came to save Tripitaka when he needed help.

All that aside however, Sun Wukong has a bone to pick with him, how dare he abuse him behind his back? The Demon of course has no idea what he's talking about, and points out that Pigsy is a lying liar who lies. However it's to late for that anyways, since Sun Wukong has already made the decision to kick his ass. The Demon however isn't to worried, after all he has an army. Sun Wukong also isn't worried because he's never been one to be intimidated by the other side having superior numbers.

And so the fight begins with the Demon rousing his army, only for Sun Wukong to respond by changing into his three headed war form and absolutely demolishing the army, until only the big boss demon is left. So the two of them fight for a while before Sun Wukong uses a bit of trickery in order to whack the demon on the head. However the second he does, the demon vanishes. So Monkey scans all for directions, only to not see him anywhere, so he concludes that the demon must be a heavenly spirit. So Wukong immediately breaks into heaven in order to take a role call and see who's been missing.

Turns out that the Wood Wolf Star, has been missing for thirteen days in heaven, which translates to thirteen earth years. So the Jade Emperor has the Wolf Star's colleagues call him back to heaven. When he arrives he is greeted by Wukong who would very much like to hit him, but is being stopped by the Wolf Star's friends. However while he's not in danger from the Great Sage for the moment, he still has to face the Jade Emperor for what he's done.

So the Wolf Star explains his story, that the princess he kidnapped is also a heavenly spirit, a jade girl in charge of incense. The two wanted to elope, but such a thing couldn't happen in heaven. So the girl went down first, and then he followed afterwards and took over a mountain and kidnapped her so they could be married. And wow, that is one strange relationship... but whatever works for them I guess? I still think there had to be a better way to handle all that but oh well. And the Jade Emperor agrees with me because he has the Wolf Star demoted to be an assistant for Laozi, with the chance to be restored to his rank if he did a good job, and punished further if he didn't.

Monkey is satisfied with this outcome and takes his leave with a single bow, which most gods find rude, but for the Jade Emperor, any day where Sun Wukong leaves heaven in peace, is a good day. So Monkey returns to the Princess and gives her a rundown of the situation, just as Pigsy and Sandy also show up ready to help Monkey fend off the demon army. Monkey informs them that, that's taken care of, so the three of them then proceed to fast travel with the princess all the way to the kingdom. Pity they can't ever do that with Tripitaka.

So they perform a trade with the king, they give him back the princess and explain the story to him, and he brings out Tripitaka who is still trapped in the illusion of a tiger. Monkey of course takes this opportunity to mock Tripitaka for his fearsome appearance when he is such a good monk, and asks why Pigsy doesn't save him since he's the favorite disciple and all. Eventually though he get's around to freeing Tripitaka by asking for some water to spit on him in order to break the spell.

Surprisingly Tripitaka is actually thrilled to see Wukong again, even more so when Sandy explains the whole situation to him. So Wukong is welcomed back into the group with open arms and the pilgrimage is united once again and ready to continue on their journey to the west.

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 + 94,000 years. Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes and Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses, churning large bodies of water, sleeplessness, seizing the wind, enhanced smell, discerning good and evil within a thousand miles, Spirit Summoning, lock picking, object transformation and distance reduction. Demon Kill Count: 5+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 1006 God's Defeated: 20 + Unknown number Defeats: 3 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason, attempted murder, failure to control or report a dangerous fire, desecrating a corpse, breaking and entering, trespassing, violating Tree Law and looting corpses. Cry Count: 4 + 1 fake cry Mountains Trapped Under: 1

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras, pretty privilege, memorization and Heart Sutra. Cry Count: 16 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 27 Paralyzed by fear: 5 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 3 Falling Off Horses: 6

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, flight, Magic of Water Restriction, Singing, and Sword Dancing. Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 2

Current Zhu Wuneng Stats: Names/Titles: The Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, Zhu Wuneng (Pig who is aware of ability), Zhu Ganglie, Pigsy, Idiot and Eight Rules. Weapon: Rake Abilities: 36 Transformations, parting water, fighting underwater, cloud soaring and size enhancement Demon Kill Count/Kill steals: 1 Human Kill Count: 1 Failed Flirtation/romances Attempts: 3 Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Sexual Harassment, Murder, Kidnapping and arson.

Current Sha Wujing Stats: Names/Titles: The Curtain-Raising General, Sha Wujing (Sand Aware of Purity), Sandy and Sha Monk Weapon: Monster Taming Staff Abilities: Fighting underwater and Cloud soaring. Kidnapped by Demons: 1 Human Kill Count: 1 Crime List: Breaking a Crystal Cup, murder, and desecration of a human corpse.

#journey to the west #jttw read through #jttw #journeythroughjourneytothewest #sun wukong #tang sanzang #zhu wuneng #sha wujing #You know I've seen a few posts saying that Tripitaka should apologize to Monkey for all of this but like...#Does he ever learn that the Lady Bone Demon really was a demon? Or does he still think Monkey killed those three people for now reason #And just invited him back in anyways? Oh well I guess.

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chapter one: a chance encounter (venti)

pairing: venti/reader

title: Everything I Know About Love

summary: The Archon War has ended, your contract with the Lord of Geo fulfilled, so where shall you go now? You think going to Mondstadt to have a taste of their specialty, Dandelion Wine, serves as a good farewell to Teyvat now that you have no purpose to be here. All plans seemingly change as this bard clad in green manages to entice you to submit to his whims.

tags: fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut, love confessions

notes: biweekly updates. also posted on ao3. fridays.

parts: chapter one - chapter two

In a clearing in the yellow-green plains of Liyue wanders a lonesome Adeptus. This Adeptus is you, walking away from Liyue Harbor and all its troublesome matters–including your fulfilled contract with the Lord of Geo, the currently seated Geo Archon. The Archon War had already finished its assault on Teyvat a fortnight ago, and the seven divine seats of Celestia taken, forming The Seven.

'How foolish,' you think as you stop your trek, your foot nudging gently at the plants that surrounded the clearing. It is a pleasant clearing to take a break in, for it is–as you put it to the best of your muddled mind to decide what it is–secluded, quiet, isolated, yet brimming with new life from the wounds that it suffered from during a long dreadful war of Gods and creatures from both Teyvat and other parts. It serves as a reminder that perhaps even those hit by the strife of life may continue to live and breathe again. While you believe they can never be themselves again compared to what they were prior to the war, a brand new start may indicate that this life was perhaps even better.

‘Maybe Teyvat would be better off under The Seven’s divine rule,’ you muse, setting down your worn bag on the sharp grass. A long sigh escapes your mouth as you try to focus on your surroundings, but to no avail–your mind is simply too distracted, your body worn from past battles. The fact that it may never truly heal upsets you, with Cloud Retainer’s voice ringing inside your head. The voices that ring in your head are not the tormentors–it was the words.

Another sigh.

Then another.

Until you fall asleep.

You open your eyes after a few hours and slowly realize the deathly silence the world engulfs you in. Stars are beginning to appear on the blanket of the false sky, clouds shielding them from the horrid appearance of Teyvat’s landscape, and the Moon looks as if it is hiding from everything as well, peaking only momentarily from the heavy clouds.

It is going to rain soon.

And it is time to go. You pick up your belongings, organize them in a suspended fashion in the worn bag to not experience any material loss, and set out on your journey once again to Mondstadt, where you can have a taste of their Dandelion Wine, and forget the ailments that plague your mind and body all at once, all based from the suggestion of Ganyu. It is constant torture, how the Archon War fashioned by Celestia themselves injured even the depths of your soul. You are tired. You want to rest and be done with this world, despite your curiosity of life pronounced anew because of the victorious, The Seven.

You walk again, the sun hiding behind Liyue’s proud and tall mountains of old. The wind caresses your face and hair as it moves clouds away from the ransacked Guili plains, and onto the West, where Minlin’s peaking mountains stand, eyeing mortals who dare to gaze upon them. A little disoriented from the nap, you rub your hands, blowing onto them gently. Until something catches the corner of your eye. An untrained eye would have merely dismissed it as some speck of dust that just happened to be too shiny under the lonesome clouds up in the sky.

It makes a noise.

A noise!

You jump back slightly, fully eyeing the ‘speck of dust’ your eyes feed your mind. Kneeling, you hear the sing-song whispers of winds caressing the leaves of trees and the soft twinkling of birdsong. A little hooded figure comes out from the thick leaves of a Liyue plant, shuffling from common sweet flowers that emit a scent so sweet you would think they were truly blessed by The Seven.

You stumble on your backside, feet feeling the pressure of your body; your mind becoming even more disoriented. Surely, you are hallucinating for you are certainly not seeing a wisp. It must just be magical dust. But no, indeed it was a wisp, those who were born from the branches of time, possibly Istaroth’s rumored offspring.

Can wisps talk? You have never encountered one before. Hasn’t the Lord of Geo told you that the neighboring nation of Mondstadt is ruled by a wisp who takes on the form of a bard? What if this was the Anemo Archon himself?

It shows its thoughts about the situation by hiding once again behind the dark green leaves and neighboring sweet flowers.

“Wait, sorry!” you scramble to your feet, startling yourself with the loudness of your voice, before lowering your tone to a less frightened one, “Please come back, I didn’t mean it!”

It peeks, releasing a sweet sound before gliding towards you and pushing you back on your backside. It is a soft landing, so you are not hurt, only releasing a soft sound from your mouth. It nods and stomps slightly on your shoulder as if telling you to stay there. It glides once again before landing on the floor.

It was a blur, your mind barely making out the overwhelming light coming from the ground, the howling wind surprising birds, foxes, boars–running away from the scene. Quiet sounds of a harp ring in your ears pleasantly, almost rocking you to a peaceful slumber. Flakes of translucent geometric shapes appear, and within the blink of an eye–a young boy clad in green and brown appears.

“Terribly sorry for not having the most flamboyant entrance for a beautiful maiden such as yourself!” the young boy smiles at you, almost cheekily, his eyes twinkling and his throat hoarse as if he has not spoken for a long time. “Can you give me another chance, young lady?”

“Eh?!”

“Oh. . . I apologize, fair maiden, for it appears I have startled you to the point of no words!” he pulls something out from behind him, a lyre appearing out from the wind. He strums it, forming a beautiful melody that eases your internal and external wounds, and slows your breath, and if not for his next confirmation, you would have to consider him as some sort of wolf in sheep’s clothing who intends to entice you to follow his every command, whether it brings you danger or not.

“Your eyes do not deceive you, it is I, the Anemo Archon!”

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