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contemplating an SVSSS fic where Airplane transmigrates into Tianlang Jun instead of Shang Qinghua.
he wakes up before Tianlang Jun was about to walk into the HH Palace Master's plot, but too late to really do much about Su Xiyan's situation or the frame job. of course, being Airplane, he doesn't go face down the sects and get sealed under a mountain. but he also doesn't know what to do about the whole situation with Luo Binghe.
he was too vague in his outline and especially in his actual story. finding Xiyan or possibly some random washer woman who lives along the Luo river is a needle in a haystack situation, and he didn't ask for any of this to happen to him, so he just ends up leaving it alone. Tianlang Jun goes back to the demon realms with his confused (but relieved) nephew, and works on consolidating his power there and on thwarting the attempted incursions of Huan Hua Palace.
HHP has egg on their face because they riled up the other sects and got them into this alliance/ambush plot and then the heavenly demon they were supposed to fight didn't even show up. hasn't even been seen in the human world since. while HHP tries to spin it as them being so strong and formidable that they scared him off, the other sects feel like they're just blowing hot air and trying to take credit for something that never even happened. was that head disciple of theirs even involved with a demon at all? suspicious how she just disappeared, too. maybe it's a cover-up. no one's particularly impressed or convinced after the fact that HHP's claims are on the level.
which at least means that there's no concerted effort to wage a war or anything. Tianlang Jun meets a young Mobei Jun and Airplane decides to expend a lot of time and energy in helping the young prince consolidate his own power, so that's a whole thing. there's no system so Airplane's not obliged to preserve the plot, but he still knows it's out there and he's gotta skirt the line between giving MBJ absolute power on a silver platter and not setting MBJ up to be killed by the protagonist one day.
there are benefits and problems to TLJ mostly leaving Luo Binghe's whole journey untouched. on the one hand, he anticipates that everything around Luo Binghe will continue just like in the novel, so that's easy to predict. but on the other hand, that means he's in for some trouble when the blackened protagonist emerges all super-powered and unbeatable from the abyss and starts taking revenge on everyone who wronged him (a category which potentially includes the deadbeat dad who abandoned him for years).
so as the time of the immortal alliance conference approaches, Tianlang Jun starts to think that he needs to get ahead of this.
the most logical solution is to prevent Luo Binghe becoming quite as OP of a protagonist as he'd been the first time. since TLJ is plenty powerful himself (one of the things Airplane enjoys! as well as being very rich!) LBH really does need every edge he could possibly get to be a threat to him. so, why let him gain those edges?
this leads to TLJ's brilliant plan: just don't let Luo Binghe get thrown into the Endless Abyss! no blackening, no all-powerful weapon, no gauntlet of monsters to hone his skills, just a run-of-the-mill heavenly demon hybrid who could never in a million years take his old man in a fight!
TLJ decides he can two-birds-with-one-stone this situation by capturing Shen Qingqiu. then, one day if LBH does still make it to his doorstep, he can present him with his hated scum villain as a peace offering. like well son I know I abandoned you to suffer on your own, but plausibly I didn't even know you existed, so here, have your abuser to dismember in cathartic violence as you please! become a filial son and this old man will help fund whatever massive harems you want to build!
genius!
so, shortly before the immortal alliance conference is set to take place, TLJ goes and steals himself a peak lord.
Shen Qingqiu is... kind of different from what he expected? but oh well, it's been years since he wrote the novel and lots of characters have turned out somewhat different in person from how they were on the page, and the guy was always a mess of contradictions anyway. TLJ hands him over to his servants with strict instructions to keep him locked up, but not to harm or kill him (revenge is reserved for the protagonist, after all!)
Zhuzhi Lang, who witnessed the last debacle where his uncle took a sudden keen interest in a cold but beautiful human cultivator, makes entirely the wrong assumption (as do a lot of the palace staff) and figures that TLJ has just become more pragmatic about pursuing his lovers. Shen Qingqiu is given appropriate chambers (and restrictions) and word soon spreads that the Demon Emperor has captured a human cultivator to serve as his concubine.
so, this version of SQQ has actually been Shen Yuan since Luo Binghe joined the sect (and also doesn't have a system and thus had zero plans of throwing LBH into the abyss), and he is desperately trying to figure out what kind of changes he has unwittingly invoked here that Luo Binghe's father should be still alive, and free, and also kidnapping him to be his goddamn concubine?! that has to be a misunderstanding, right?!
Mobei Jun is mad. and jealous. and mad. but a concubine isn't an empress, so that job posting is still available, right? it better be, he has been waiting more than a decade for the official proposal!
TLJ meanwhile decides he's going to go secretly watch the immortal alliance conference just to make sure that the universe doesn't contrive to drop LBH into the abyss anyway, but weirdly enough, Luo Binghe isn't even there. listening to rumors, he gathers that uh... some stuff has changed? like Luo Binghe is head disciple of Qing Jing Peak? and apparently went crazy when Shen Qingqiu disappeared? except that some people think they might have eloped???
maybe he shouldn't get his rumors from Xian Shu disciples, those girls remind him of rpf conspiracy theory shippers from his old life. they're probably just way off base! hahaha... ha...?
well at least TLJ did a pretty good job of covering his tracks, so there's no reason for anyone to suspect that he captured Shen Qingqiu. or there shouldn't be, until he goes back home to find that every single demon seems to believe that Shen Qingqiu has been taken by him to be his lover. where did anyone even get that idea?! TLJ has been dutifully pining in his unrequited and inappropriate love for the young Mobei Jun for years now! whenever anyone asks he insists he's still mourning Su Xiyan! it's been a whole thing!
but oh shit, truth aside, there's no way those kinds of rumors have remained strictly contained to demon ears. both demons and cultivators have their spies after all, and even if they didn't, news moves along the borders.
sure enough, TLJ barely has time to try and dismantle this misunderstanding before a young Luo Binghe arrives on his doorstep, along with Yue Qingyuan and the very-much-still-alive lord of Bai Zhan peak, for some reason, all of them extremely pissed off at him!
#svsss#moshang#bingqiu#long post#scum villain's self saving system#i suppose frantic backpedaling and explanations would ensue#also potentially mobei jun and shen qingqiu having to fight a ceremonial battle in skimpy costumes#just 'cause
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ngl kinda curious what happens if mc gets shipped with one of the nobles more often than the kings instead?
You know the AO3 ship popularity chart? Let's say they did one of those for the "child of Solomon" fandom.
Mod Jjok: The most popular ship with Mc for this month is... Mc x Sitri! With over 20k words in the longest running fanfiction on the ship reaching peak popularity in the middle of the month!
Dantalian: Sitri? Isn't that his majesty Satan's blood bag?
Glasylabolas: It turns out he has a name.
Paimon: I think this must be mistakeeeeen. I just recently wrote in collaboration with Astaroth a 25k words fanfic about Mc x Satan
Eligos: Oh, I mass-reported that one. I would apologise about that, but demons can't lie
Paimon: You're so sillyyyyy
Paimon: You just lost cuteness session priveledgessss
Eligos: :'(
Eligos: It was for the greater good of Tartaros
Bimet: Very noble of you, Eligos
Dantalian: Bimet! You fucking bitch, where's my MC body pillow????
Eligos: @Dantalian please take this in private we don't vibe with this negative energy here
Dantalian: Speak for yourself, I vibe with it!
Gamigin: Guys, what happened????? I was asleep, it's like 5 AM in here.
Gamigin: HOLY FUCK
Gamigin: How did Sitri of all people win????
Paimon: I mean, he's not that baaaaaaad
Gamigin: 20k words isn't even that long! How?!
Gamigin: I think we all have to come together to break the two up
Gamigin: Sitri is a common enemy and we shall stop him!
Dantalian: I'm sharpening my knife as we speak.
Gamigin: His Majesty Lucifer said I'm not allowed to leave Paradise Lost :'(
Dantalian: And?
Gamigin: And ... what?
Dantalian: He's not your dad! Even if he was, you don't have to listen to him. Do you think I listen to everything his majesty Asmodeus tells me to do? No. He may be my dad and my king, but I am in control of my own future.
Glasylabolas: Preach brother, preach
Gamigin: But I don't want to go against Lucifer's orders
Dantalian: Pussy
Glasylabolas: Pussy
Dantalian: First! Suck it old man!
Gamigin: Wait, doesn't Paimon live in the same country as Sitri?????
Gamigin: @Paimon, dearest, could you please kill Sitri for us? At least tranquillise him or something. Make sure he doesn't move anymore.
Paimon: I'm not murdering Sitri over thisssss
Paimon: I'll just ask him if it's true he's dating Mccccc
Dantalian: I think we should vote on Sitri's fate
Glasylabolas: Absolutely. I am for democracy.
Dantalian: Knife or gun death?
Glasylabolas: I prefere knife. Gun's make everything messier. How am I supposed to get arroused by a pile of guts?
Dantalian: Ask Ronové or Phenix and they'll tell you
Dantalian: I once saw Ronové remove an angel's intenstines and fucking them
Eligos: That's why nobody wants to visit Abaddon.
Dantalian: In his defence, it was kind of hot
Glasylabolas: I can imagine
Glasylabolas: I should call Ronové again...
Dantalian: He charges for one night stands now cause Abaddon lost its health care recently
Gamigin: Yeah, Morax told me about how you started getting curious about his eye hole.
Dantalian: I don't even blame Ronové for that one. I'm also curious what happens if you cum down someone's eye socket.
Paimon: Ok guyssssss
Paimon: I talked with himmmm
Paimon: It turns out that he just had a lot of black tea recently and wrote 20k words in a dayyyyy
Paimon: And a lot of people read it because Asteroth recomended it on his bloggggg
Dantalian: ah, yeah, shipping
Dantalian: Asmodeus x Mc for the win
Eligos: In your dreams
Dantalian: Yes. I do dream about that often.
Dantalian: I don't even know why y'all care so much for Mc's sex life
Dantalian: Having sex with only one partner is boring
Gamigin: Keep your shitty opinions to yourself.
Dantalian: Only if you make me
Eligos: I'm going to mass report it
Gamigin: I already did <3
Sitri: All of you are so mean
[Mod Jjok stopped comments on this post]
#whb#what in hell is bad#whb gamigin#whb paimon#whb eligos#whb glasylabolas#whb dantalian#whb bimet#whb sitri#shipper au
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Binghe's cutie mark in MLP aus is an interesting thing to contemplate because it feels obvious to just give him the demon mark, but there's quite a bit of debate regarding what exactly the cutie mark is supposed to represent and why/when ponies earn it. I'm personally inclined to the interpretation that cutie marks are earned not when a pony discovers their talent, but instead when they discover who they are (the example that rlly hits this for me is how Rarity, despite having diamonds as her mark, earns her mark not when she finds gemstones, but instead after she uses those stones to design costumes for her school play, an act which shows her creativity and generosity). So there's a few routes you can take with Binghe depending on what you want to emphasize:
A. He earns his mark with his adoptive mother and enters qjp with it. This could work as he is his truest self with her-- filial and innocent, but I personally feel him entering qjp as a blank flank would make more sense as it further emphasizes his vulnerability to bullying and ostracization from the other disciples
B. He earns his mark on Qing Jing Peak. I assume most disciples earn their marks at this point, and binghe could very well follow that pattern. I think this is much more likely for bingmei for obvious reasons, but if bingmei develops a cutie mark before bingge was supposed to that might tip sqq off that he really fucked the story up earlier than someone might want for world building reasons.
C. He earns his mark at the Abyss OR his mark changes at the Abyss. This is the most angsty for obvious reasons, on both a meta narrative level and on a character development level as this would suggest to Binghe that his "true self" is being a dangerous heavenly demon and that he can never return to being an innocent disciple. Of course, we could also get into the weeds here with if the heavenly demon equivalent to ponies are creatures with no cutie marks and therefore him being a hybrid means that he has unusual cutie mark expression under the influence of heavy demonic energy. If bingge made it this long as a blank flank I expect him earning the demon mark would be the natural outcome at this point in the story, or even within the abyss. Alternatively:
D. Bingge was intended to be markless for the entirety of PIDW. This slots in as an equivalent to the "bingge was never supposed to find true love" element of his character, going further to hit on the implication that the original Binghe is a deeply hollow person who doesn't truly know who he is despite appearances (I imagine he would keep his flank covered, or even use magic to disguise it as a demon mark cutie mark). Obviously this would not happen to bingmei which brings us to the alternative for him:
D.2. Bingmei earns his cutie mark sometime during the falling arc/postcanon after getting together with sqq. This makes sense in that this is really when Bingmei is fully free to be his true self with no inhibitions, but it could be argued that he had his life figured out as a teenager (see B) and got lost along the way, which wouldn't have much of an impact on his mark as we see various canon villains go through redemption arcs where their marks don't change. Of course, though, this would open the way for his mark to be something much more romantic, like a lotus blooming on a fan or something. So this could be a cute route that would provide a nice, if a bit less dramatic, end to his journey.
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"teach 'em"
Titling, tagging, and adding to my masterlist bc I don't think it deserves to get lost in my thot tags only... But it's informal af hehe
was thinking about loser!chan (again) who's like a 2.5 on the virgin (1) to whore (10) scale.
your new boyfriend is a sweetheart. he has the prettiest eye smile and he's uber talented. you love to see the passion when he's dancing and the strong bond between his older friends that are like brothers to him. that very same energy carries over to how he takes care of you. he's always fussing over your well-being and checking in on you in a non-intrusive way. you adore him.
bonus points for the foreplay before sex being hot and heavy. he's a fabulous kisser and he even has a great dick that feels equally as great when he's inside of you.
so why is he still a loser?
because his stroke game is sloppy at best and unfulfilling at worst, the latter happening much too often than you even want to admit to yourself - let alone him. which is shocking considering the way you've seen him hip thrust on stage.
it's just that you feel so freaking good squeezing around him and - oh fuck, oh no! - he's cumming way too soon again. you know this by how often he tells you, letting out a heavenly sob of "thank you for having the best pussy pussy in the world," and "thank you for letting me stick my dumb dick inside."
honestly, you're awfully flattered he has trouble retaining any control over himself. there's something quite intimate about the ropes of his release warming up your womb, still full of his softening cock as he grunts and babbles grateful praises in your ear.
but that doesn't eliminate the fact that you've only memorably cum once after the multiple rounds of sex you two have shared. and the reason you even did in the first place was by wrapping your legs around his hyper-thrusting hips, trying to keep him aligned to continuously hit that one spot with the enlarged head of his cock that had your toes curling.
and just as you're about to hit that peak climax - chan cums first - of course. but it's alright, you're almost there. gummy inner walls spasming around his pulsating cock while he whines at the sensitivity. what finally tips you over that much-needed edge is the warm dampness pooling in your clavicle - your sweet channie so pussy-drunk he's drooling on and over you. only a fool wouldn't forgive him for any of his blunders. though it is your first achieved orgasm with him, you're elated that he possesses some capability of making you cum.
but that was a good month (or more) ago and it's high time that you have that deep conversation with your loving boyfriend. and he's as remorseful as expected. in fact, you think he's near tears at the fear of you breaking up with him over this.
you aren't - obviously. he's perfect in every way, he just needs to learn how to use his dick better to please someone. and it certainly piques your interest when he cusses a certain someone out under his breath while running a distressed hand through his hair.
"what did you just say?"
"um... that it's all cheol's fault."
oh. so your boyfriend's technique actually sucks only because he had a bad teacher. not because he's inherently bad at sex. it doesn't quite add up though, because seungcheol is allegedly the famed fuckboi of the century and self-rated an 11 on the virgin to whore scale...
"call him."
"what?"
"i need to conduct some research."
so chan does as he's told, dialing the bane of your existence because you've never truly gotten along with that competitive, cocky son of a bitch from your graduating class.
"hello?"
"what would you do to make me cum?"
your boyfriend looks so mortified you're pleasantly surprised he hasn't passed out or hung up already. and seungcheol is either too stunned to speak or silently gloating before he finally replies, "darling i think you called the wrong number... with the phone of the one you're supposed to be talking to about this. are you drunk? where's that little boyfriend of yours?"
"i'm not drunk," you roll your eyes hard enough so he can hear it in the tone you always use with him. "and he's not little."
"could've fooled me."
"i'm sure you would know how big he is since you supposedly were the one who taught him all he knows."
seungcheol snorts. "guessing he's not able to satisfy you with that so-called big dick of his."
"i dunno, i think it's 'cause he had a shit-ass teacher. tell me, have you ever made someone orgasm before? like for real?"
"not anyone with the kind of attitude you have." there's some shuffling in the background. "brats like you... well, they - you - don't deserve it."
"gosh, you're so irritating." you spit out before smiling kindly at chan, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "hey, cheol... i think you're avoiding my question so you should come and show us how good your methods really are. and maybe you can make me cum along the way with such stellar teachings."
and then you hang up.
"i-i - " chan stutters, "if he's gonna come down... i m-mean... i'll study harder for you, baby - "
"relax," you press a finger to his lips and then smirk when there are two sharp bangs resonating outside your shared apartment, "looks like our sulky upstairs resident decided to grow a pair."
your boyfriend sighs. "couldn't resist, could he?"
sure enough, when you open the door - there stands your nemesis - choi seungcheol.
he glares, daring to try and look at you with a hint of disdain as if he isn't the one who has a light sheen of sweat on his forehead after running down the steps rather than wait for the elevator. impatient as always, along with a growing bulge in his sweatpants.
"wow... you came so fast!" you fake-clap to mock him further. "i always knew you and channie wanted to share me... trying to ruin my precious boyfriend's dick game 'cause you were jealous he got inside my tight, wet cunt that you always wanted first."
chan's mouth nervously opens and closes behind you and he gulps when the eldest of his friends gives him that look. "i-it wasn't my fault!"
you cling to his arm with a pout, eating up the way you can play off this game with the other man who's nothing but a menace.
"don't be mean to the love of my life, cheollie."
if the look shared between them hadn't already dampened your panties, they soaken even further when seungcheol's dark gaze lands back on you.
feral. hungry. wanting.
got him.
you've always had him wrapped around your little finger anyways and he hated... loved... every moment of it.
"on the bed. naked. both of you. chan on top," he commands - no, demands - and you slide excited fingers down your boyfriend's forearm and take him by the hand, skipping to the bedroom.
while getting into said position, you both start giggling at the realization while whispering words of love to each other that has seungcheol rolling his eyes because it feels like he's already forgotten.
he flops dramatically on the ottoman by the bed and loudly says, "alright young 'un. go ahead and start su - "
"i want you to fuck me, channie. please put your huge dick in my needy pussy... i'm dripping..." and then you whisper in his ear, "all for you, promise."
"shit," your boyfriend - ever the good listener - rubs his tip along your entrance in awe before sliding in with a whine, "you're ruining the bedsheets already..."
"ah please, ruin me."
"fuck, baby you're gonna ruin me."
seungcheol's eyebrow twitches. so does his cock. "hold on a sec, you're going too fast - "
"faster! destroy my cunt with your large cock! i love your fat cock in me so much."
you cling to chan's shoulder blades as he gets lost once more in the rhythmic pulses of your walls perfectly massaging his leaking dick. the extra presence in the room no longer even a thought with his erratic, achingly desperate thrusts. though you're trying to coach and egg him on as usual, he doesn't even need to be hitting your g-spot at this moment because you stare over his shoulder at a different set of brown eyes that shoot heat undeniably right to the center of your core.
seungcheol's jaw is clenched, a hand over his own hard-on. either to hide the pre-cum starting to stain his sweats and/or reluctantly giving in that he's enjoying this more than anyone could even think.
unfortunately, you're moaning so loudly over and over again about the thick, wonderful, ginormous cock (so true) of your beloved boyfriend that he's getting irked again and hates how it's kind of killing his mood.
"that's just 'cause you haven't seen mine yet," he grumbles.
scratching at chan's back, you sneer at the bitter observer. "fine, by the bed. naked." you mimic his tone, if not some of his words, from before. "let me see that prized fuckboi cock you're so proud of."
and soon enough you have one impressively large cock in one hand and your boyfriend about ready to coat your pussy with his cum.
and even sooner, you have two men on their backs for you - one weeping (and his poor dick too) from the overstimulation and the other nearly tearing your ruined bedsheets because you are so insistent on (meanly) edging him with your cruel grip on his large cock.
"fuck you," seungcheol huffs.
"you wish," you bite back and seat yourself back on chan hearing his telltale whimper. making sure to catch the final weak spurts of his cum in your greedy cunt.
let's just say with seungcheol's lack of assistance but much needed presence, you work on effectively teaching not only your darling boyfriend how to please his partner but also the fake fuckboi that might just join your sexy sessions from now on.
if not to learn from the real pro, then definitely in the hopes that one day he might get to touch, taste, or fuck even the tip of his cock in your pussy he's been fantasizing about for years.
#Wow thought abt this last night and worked on it between meetings lol it got so long!#>:)#ez.thots#dino.thots#cheol.thots#svt.thots#svt smut#seventeen smut#kpop smut#smut#seungcheol smut#scoups smut#dino smut#lee chan smut
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NaNoWriMo Day #16
[masterlist] [part one] [part three] [part four]
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Bruce sat in the bat cave, long after he'd sent his kids to bed. In his hands were the batarangs Phantom had gifted him. They were unnaturally cold in his hands, but the chill never became painful. In fact, it was strangely almost comforting.
Thinking back on Phantom, Bruce wasn't sure what to make of their meeting. The kid seemed to be a few years younger than Tim, and had all but told them he was being hunted. Phantom had come to them seeking protection from someone, or multiple someones, for himself and four others, most of which were kids. On one hand, it made his heart ache, knowing these kids had to run from their previous homes, their "haunt". On the other hand, Phantom's genuine belief that they were something beyond human was obvious and more than a bit unsettling (he ignored the part of him that reveled in that belief, the part that had him on edge before an Arkham breakout, the part that saw Phantom and whispered "other, different, like me".)
His kids had held similar reservations, though they'd all agreed Phantom wasn't a threat. His gifts, though obviously magical and not human in nature, had felt benign and were reasonably well thought out, and though the level of research each gift had symbolized was slightly worrying, Babs had assured them she'd closed all the holes in their internet security those gifts had exposed. In the end, they'd all agreed to honor Phantom's request for refuge. The kid's relief was profound and practically soul deep, which reassured Bruce they'd made the right choice.
As Bruce fiddled with his new batarangs, which held a very faint green sheen at the edges, he remembered the moment his "feeling" had reached its peak. Something had changed, something big, when he'd accepted Phantom's gifts. He still didn't know what, exactly, had happened, but he'd felt some sort of shift in the energy Gotham exuded, in his children, in him. He had felt the sense of connection between him and his children grow ever so slightly stronger, and he knew they'd felt it, too.
Bruce flipped the batarang in his dominant hand and caught it with ease, returning it to the holster with a sigh. Whatever Phantom was, whoever he was running from, whatever his presence meant for his family, and Gotham as a whole, Bruce had a feeling they'd be crossing paths with him again soon.
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Danny phased invisibly into his and Jazz's apartment, turning human as he sat at the table with a thoughtful frown on his face. Jazz looked over at him from the stove, a questioning look on her face, though she didn't pry, which he was thankful for. He needed to gather his thoughts before he explained what had happened tonight.
When Jazz placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of him, Danny took a deep breath. "You owe Sam ten bucks," he started, smiling at Jazz's soft curse. "Condor is definitely connected to death, but they're equally connected to life, and the only being or creature we know of that is perfectly balanced between life and death, that isn't a halfa, is a phoenix. They also don't have that slimy, necromantic feel liches are supposed to."
Jazz hummed as she swallowed her mouthful. "What about the others? How close were we on our guesses of them?"
"Well, Batman is definitely a guardian deity, and Gotham is definitely his territory. Ibis, who I actually interacted with, was also spot on, definitely a kitsune. You should have seen them move, Jazz, it was almost ethereal how gracefully they moved. Oh, and Starling? Definitely at least related to banshees. I don't think they're a true banshee, because that connection to death wasn't there, but they're at least related to banshees." Danny paused to take a few bites before continuing. "I think Signal is a Will-o'-the-wisp, actually. You know how I thought they'd be a vengeful spirit? Having been in their presence, I gotta say, not very vengeful. Very mischievous, somewhat malicious, but mostly protective, strangely enough. Same with Raven, they practically ooze protective vibes, along with some very pointed trickster energy. I think Raven might be some sort of protection based deity, under Batman's authority, with strong trickster leanings, which is an interesting mix in my opinion. Oh, and Robin is definitely fae, they've got a very ethereal look to them, paired with their grace and general mischievousness, there's no doubt. BlackBat is more difficult to say. I think they're either a shape changing shadow wolf or otherwise just living shadows. Even when they were illuminated by my glowy self, I could barely see them. It was trippy, I'll tell you that much right now."
They continued eating in silence for a bit before Jazz asked, "So am I signing the full lease tomorrow, or are we moving on?"
Danny grinned. "Oh no, we're good. Batman actually told me to get the others here as soon as possible." His grin mellowed to a small, warm smile. "I think he's worried about them, Jazz. When I mentioned only two of us were currently in Gotham because the others weren't able to come with us when we left, he asked if we needed help getting them here. He seemed to relax when I told him we had a plan and that they were just waiting for the go-ahead from our end."
"Are you going to call them after we finish dinner, then?" Jazz asked, taking another bite.
Danny nodded. "Yeah, Ellie will grab them in the middle of the night. They'll wait until morning with Frostbite before portaling in so we can get the lease signed." He paused, stirring his spaghetti absentmindedly as he thought. "I think," he started haltingly. "I think the bat clan aren't actually aware they're not human."
Jazz paused, spaghetti falling off her fork and back into her bowl as she stared at him in shock. "What do you mean, how could they not know their own natures? You guys pegged them as eldritch beings as soon as you discovered them, they have to know!"
"I don't know, they just. They didn't seem to understand why I was giving them gifts or behaving the way I was. They also looked very confused at a few of my gifts, like they weren't sure why I'd chosen that specific thing for them, even though it makes sense for what kind of being they are!" Danny huffed. Then he sighed. "If they don't actually know what they are, then someone needs to explain it to them. They deserve to know what they are, especially because some of their species have very specific instincts that could be very confusing, even terrifying, for someone who thinks they're human. I... Should I offer to teach them more about themselves next time I see them?"
Jazz looked at him with a small smile. "If you think they'd be receptive to it, I think that'd be for the best, especially if you're right about them thinking they're human. I highly doubt we'll be the only Fright to seek asylum here, after all."
Danny nodded. "Then tomorrow night, I'll make the offer. If we get kicked out because I offend them, then at least we'll all be together."
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This would have been longer, or at least done sooner, if I hadn't had an ocular migraine come out of nowhere earlier today (´-﹏-`；) but after a two hour nap, I could actually see again, so I was finally able to get to work on this ficlet! ✧\(>o<)ﾉ✧ I had a lot of fun coming up with what the members of the Batfam had managed to become due to the entire city believing them to not be human (◡ ω ◡) Jason was fun, cuz I hadn't really thought about what exactly liches were before, so when I realized that Voldemort from Harry Potter was basically a textbook lich, I knew I had to change my initial plan for Jason (^～^;)ゞ but hey, now he gets super strength and the ability to heal himself from anything, including death! Much better than being able to create essentially undead thralls lol (◠‿◕)
I'm seriously hoping to continue this into at least one more part, with the Bats coming to terms with and learning more about their new supernatural status, possibly even the Justice League initiating contact with the distinctly not human protectors of Gotham, but we'll have to see what prompts I find (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
OH! ALSO! I'm so close to reaching 200 followers! When I do, I'm thinking of celebrating somehow, but I'm not sure what to do. If any of you have any ideas, please, let me know! I might take your suggestion to heart (◠‿・)—☆ also, if I get to 260 by the 26th of this month, I'll do another celebration lol
Y'all are awesome, thank you so much! I've got some more people who asked to be tagged in this continuation, so here's hoping I get them all again! @airis-hunter, @little-pondhead, @stealingyourbones, @crystallicedart, @summerfox1988, @minnesota-fats, @edgemcjee, @fire-glass, @f4nd0m-fun, I think you all asked to be tagged (or at least heavily implied it) if I continued my fake cryptids real ghosts au, so here ya go!
Have a good morning/day/night!
#danny phantom#batman#dc x dp#dp x dc#fanfic#dp crossover#dp au#fanfiction#nanowrimo 2022#NaNoWriMo Day 16#dp/dc week 2022#i have so many thoughts#guys duke is now a Will-o'-the-wisp#and Bruce is a freaking god now#so is Dick#honestly Dick almost was a tengu from Japanese mythology but i thought#because he's been Batman's companion the longest#he should also get to be a deity#so boom dick is Gotham's god of mischief and childhood protection#Tim is actually also in the process of ascending to deity-hood#he's still a kitsune at the moment but once Ibis is better established he'll ascend lol#Damian is a mix of different fae beings and it's all because he became Robin right before Gotham's belief hit critical mass#if Tim had still been Robin at that time then he'd be a fae instead of a kitsune but nope it's Damian lol#and because the Bats don't kill Steph isn't actually a banshee#she's technically something new that is related to banshees#she's basically a banshee if a banshee's call didn't predict death but defeat via a punch to the face#and yes Babs is an actual Oracle lol Bruce is the god that gave her her power she's literally Batman's Oracle#no seriously do a quick Google search this actually checks out she's actually a real oracle in this au lol#Cass is living shadows confirmed#i couldn't resist she's just too good at blending in with her surroundings
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Log of the Multiverse: Nightmare
hoo boy i got shivers just writing down their name.
i'm doing their entry before dream's because, like ink, i'll let him write his own. too bad he's so incredibly busy all the time
now nightmare, his brother, the guardian of negativity. they're terrifying. i can't believe they're dream's twin. they hardly even look like a skeleton.
Thankfully they're nowhere NEAR as active as Dream is. in fact, it's a rare sight to see them for the average person. unfortunately i'm with a group of loony people that happen to be the only people nightmare would seek out from time to time.
i actually got a sticky note i wrote on after i encountered them for the first time
[there's a somewhat crumpled sticky note taped on, it reads:
their touch hurts, presumably because of the goop (speaking of goop. no idea what it's made out of). reminds me of the time i spilt hydrochloric acid on my foot on accident. however, it doesn't actually leave a wound or lasting pain, like touching fire without getting burned
you’ll know they're near when you get a heavy feeling in your soul, similar to blue magic but if it hated you.
negative feelings fuel them. it’s like their food. would being happy drive them away?
they don't kill as long as they find you useful apparently im “a cesspool of anxiety and guilt that provides a plentiful amount of energy”. i hope they choke on my feelings.]
i forgot about that last bit. moving on
they've caused quite a bit of commotion back in their peak. they were on par with error in terms of disturbing universes. they just had. different methods (such as, killing loved ones in front of people, making people live out their worst fears, spilling people's very important secrets, manipulating people who are close to hate each other, ruining the happy endings of many universes) they're a lot more sadistic than error. i suppose that makes sense. they ARE the guardian of negativity.
now i was still in my universe while that was happening, i'm just paraphrasing what ink told me.
and then they just suddenly cut back. they stopped doing all of that.
ink expected this, obviously. he knew how their script goes. (of course he cant TELL me what happens in his script. he can only drop hints and even then he tries not to, to play it safe)
what i do know is that the balance between negativity and positivity is Very much out of wack. what i don't know is what the consequence of that is. yet.
I'm gonna go on a limb and say it's nothing good and buckle up for the ride.
wow it sure sucks knowing something bad is gonna happen and being powerless to stop it. how the hell does ink do it.
side note: ive been calling them the "guardian of negativity" but i don't actually know what that entails. same with dream's title as "guardian of positivity". honestly i don't think either of them know either.
i guess dream's positive all the time, like he can't even feel negative emotions
oh my god im stupid. he literally can't, can he?
then that would mean nightmare cant feel positive emotions. that's. wow. huh.
shit. well, i'm gonna have a chat with dream. or ink, if he doesn't want to talk.
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His Rose ~ Part 2
(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)
content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, (eventual) CNC, dubcon, non-con, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, smut, innocence kink, mutual attraction, slow burn, manipulation, childhood trauma mentioned. Minors DNI
I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).
Word count: 1.7k
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Burning candles lined each side of the table where Rose and Kai sat across from each other with a map between them. He suggested they use Portland, Oregon as a starting point to locate the ascendant. He told her it was the hometown of the Gemini leader. He lifted the dagger and dragged the jagged edge across his palm to draw blood before dripping it on the map. In turn, Rose started the incantation: “Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem…”
He watched, waiting for the location to reveal itself but nothing happened. Even the flames kept a consistent burn, failing to rise as they should in reaction to magical energy. She continued the chant, her voice wavering until he stopped her. “What are you thinking about right now?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I don’t know… I just don’t want to mess this up.”
“That’s your problem. If you keep imagining yourself failing, then that’s what will manifest in your spells. Magic draws on your energy and emotions.” She nodded and took a deep breath to settle her nerves before beginning again. The crimson droplets twitched before they conjoined into one surging arrow as the candle fire erupted into a light roar. Rose peaked down at the map. “Keep going. You’re almost there.”
She continued until the blood gathered in one spot, the candle flames dying out in unison. “Oh my god, it worked…” she whispered as soon as her eyes opened.
“Don’t sound so shocked. You’re a Bennett witch. You know, my coven has a long history with Bennetts. Your magic is one of the most powerful of any coven, that’s why they seal prison worlds with your blood magic.” He searched her eyes, detecting insecurity, “you doubt yourself too much.”
Her face warmed, but she didn’t avert her eyes from his. “Thank you for the advice.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Without wasting time, they got on the road to Oregon, with Kai taking the first turn behind the wheel. After only half an hour on the road the silence unnerved him, prompting him to strike up a conversation.
“You never told me how you ended up here.” He glanced at her.
“The truth is, my sister Bonnie was supposed to, not me. Her life was bound to the Other Side but it was falling apart and I couldn’t sit back and let her die... again.”
“So, you sacrificed yourself for her?”
“Yeah.. I guess I did. I was looking for any way to help, then this spell practically fell into my lap. It let me switch places with her and time was running out so… I just did it.”
Confusion contorted his face “But why?”
She turned sharply, “Because she’s my sister and she always puts everyone before herself, especially me. But more than that, she’s the smartest and most beautiful person I know. If anyone deserves life, it's her,” she frowned, “if I had more time, I would have told her that.”
He wanted to ask more questions because truthfully, the idea of loving someone, let alone a sibling that much was.. puzzling, but he saw how emotional it made her, so he went the reassuring route. "You can tell her everything you need to when we get you back home."
She nodded.
After a day and a half, it neared midnight when they arrived in Portland. Rose snored softly beside him having been asleep for the better part of an hour. Kai took over the last stretch of driving, glad that she was asleep so he wouldn’t have to pretend to follow the map. He didn’t need the locator spell in the first place. The ascendant was exactly where he left it. The spell was a test that showed him she had the ability to do magic. Her low confidence and inconsistency could be an obstacle but he hoped that wouldn't be an issue come the eclipse.
They pulled up to a large white house at the end of a gravel road surrounded by a modest expanse of field and woodland. He nudged her awake before they got out and approached the house.
“The ascendant is here?” she asked, staring back at the facade.
“The spell led us to this address,” he confirmed.
An odd feeling took hold of her. Maybe it was dread, but she couldn’t quite place it. Whatever it was left her feet stationary at the cobblestone just before the porch steps. “Rose… Roseee, are you.. coming?”
She nodded and followed him, pushing down the indiscernible feeling.
Little did she know, this place had unpleasant memories for many, especially those familiar with its bloody history. Having grew to befriend his demons, Kai found a twisted comfort with the place that nurtured them through a childhood of abuse and depravation.
They searched the house together, starting with the ground floor and moving deeper until they reached the study. Her eyes locked onto the brown trunk against the far wall. She removed the heavy grimoires stacked on top and fumbled with the lock.
“I have a feeling it’s in here but the trunk is locked,” she stated. Kai searched the desk, opening drawers until he found a small key. He crouched down beside her and put the key in the lock, turning until the subtle click sounded. She reached inside, pulling out a circular piece of metal with a small reflective crystal in the center.
Before the night ended, Kai brought her down to the nearby caverns which he said would be an ideal location to access direct moonlight for the spell. Rose followed in silent awe, tracing her fingers along the granite walls that glistened in hues of blue. They stopped below the skylight which granted direct access to the moon above. “It’s beautiful,” she remarked breathlessly. He turned to her, immediately noticing the way her eyes sparkled, taking on a silvery color in place of their usual hazel hue. Her gaze met his just before he could look away and pretend he wasn’t staring.
“We should head back and get some rest. It’s been a long day,” he finished with a stretch and a yawn.
Bubbles rose to the surface as he topped her glass with Pinot Grigio. Kai insisted she relax while he made dinner in exchange for the meal she made him the other night. She complied despite her desire to help, not only because she knew her way around a kitchen but also just to be close to him. His energy, his scent, the slightest physical contact gave her full body goosebumps.
Sip after sip had her inhibitions waning until her eyes shamelessly traced his body, the contour of his back, the ever moving muscles that bulged along his arms as he worked with his hands. He was saying something, but it all faded into the background. His broad shoulders were strained by his tight t-shirt, sleeves clinging to his biceps. She silently thanked him for taking off that hoodie before cooking. He poured some wine into the hot pan before bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a generous sip.
She watched with baited breath.
He swallowed then turned to her suddenly, “Do you like shellfish?”
“Yes!” She blurted out loud. If her face could get any hotter it would have, “I mean, yeah… shellfish is fine,” she murmured quietly. Kai turned back to the stove, stifling a chuckle.
They ate a shrimp pasta with a white wine reduction and finished off the bottle of Pinot. Perhaps it was the wine or the way he looked at her like she was the most interesting person alive but she felt open enough to tell him all about her life back in Mystic Falls.
Although he liked to talk, Kai was attentive to her stories, vampires, love-triangles, originals and travelers. He took particular interest when she mentioned a pair of twins, Liv and Luke Parker. “Bonnie met Liv in her occult studies class. She’s really powerful. She gave me a few lessons in channeling.”
Kai looked up from his wine glass, “what about the guy... Luke?”
Rose thought for a second, “Oh, I only met him once. He was nice and I heard he was even more powerful than Liv.”
As the meal wrapped up, he asked if she enjoyed it. “It was delicious. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
He chuckled. “I’ve had to cook for myself for almost 20 years now, so I’ve picked up a few things along the way.”
“How did you do it? Spending so many years alone without anyone to talk to must have been difficult,” she inquired.
Kai offered a strained smile, “Loneliness isn’t new to me. I've always been by myself for as long as I can remember.”
“Why?” she asked.
“My dad kept me away from my family. He said I was an abomination. In his defense, I’m not like other witches in my coven.. I can’t make my own magic. I can only siphon it from others. Ever since I was little, he forced me to stay away from everyone else or face whatever punishment he felt like doling out. Early on, I wanted to be around them, but I quickly realized it was safer to just stay to myself.”
“Kai, that’s horrible. He couldn't be more wrong about you.”
He raised his hand, “If I touched you right now, I could siphon your magic right out of your body. Doesn’t that scare you?”
Rose stared back unwavering, “I’m not afraid of you.” She closed the distance between their hands brushing her fingers against his. “I trust you and I’d let you have some if you asked, I'm not that good with magic anyway.”
For the first time, she did something he didn't expect. He could almost get lost in her soft touch and genuine eyes but couldn’t afford to. Reminding himself of his plan in which her purpose did not include making him vulnerable. His hand slid away and he rose from the table.
“I should get started on the dishes.”
“I’ll help you,” she chirped after him.
“No-no, I got it,” he insisted.
She frowned, suddenly noticing his mood change. Whether she had crossed a boundary she wasn't supposed to or the topic of his childhood made him uncomfortable (or both), she didn't push it any further, hoping that by giving him space, he would feel more at ease and open up to her about his past but clearly, that wouldn't happen tonight. Rose stood up and said goodnight before heading upstairs.
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Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have. Tagged by @otakuchan449.
I did all of my fics, which are unsurprisingly all SVSSS, because I was curious as to the patterns. I usually like to name the POV character and illustrate their style of narration in the first paragraph, which is generally humorous, so people know quickly whether or not they're going to vibe with my style. I also like starting in the middle of a situation / inciting incident if possible, so we can hit the ground walking briskly if not running, and get to the good stuff.
23. Shang Houhua - someday unfortunately to be known as Shang Qinghua, once unfortunately known in another life as Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky - came back to himself abruptly. (if words could make wishes - WIP MBJ Time Travel AU from SQH POV)
22. If the System was to be trusted, which it generally was when it came to making Shang Qinghua’s life worse for no good reason, then today was the day! (Stepping Up - 90k Canon Divergence AU, An Ding Disciple LBH)
21. Shen Yuan was conscious when he was reborn, though he didn’t know what was happening at the time, because all he knew at first was pain and golden dust. (Sit With Your Soul - 61k SQQ & SY Daemon Fusion AU)
20. Shang Houhua was thirteen going on, uh, fourteen plus a whole other life that sometimes felt more like a dream than something that had actually happened. (hey, share the weight a little - 70k Canon Divergence AU, YQY/SQH)
19. “Shifu? Forgive the interruption, but there’s a woman here to see you?” (love to the ones I've never met - 83k Fic Companion, Dimension Travel)
18. Jiahui just needs to check that her restaurant hasn’t burned down. (forgiveness for whose sake? - 48k Fic Companion and Epilogue)
17. Luo Binghe knows he isn’t supposed to be doing what he’s doing, but given that he has no other way of getting answers, he does it anyway. (you had me at hello - 5k Non-Canon Fic Extra)
16. “My king, don’t touch that-!” (A Child Once - 101k Canon Divergence AU, Deaged SQH)
15. The world was dark, woven from a black so infinite that it looked flat, and it was full of light. (Catch a Falling Star - 122k Bingliushen Stardust AU)
14. Shang Qinghua woke up having a bad day - forget going through puberty twice, because in this transmigrator’s opinion, having to experience a new round of “first day of school” bullshit year after year was worse - and speed-walking through the Cloud Recesses wasn’t helping him get through it any faster. (Nothing to Me, Nothing to You - 60k Moshang MDZS AU)
13. Mobei-Jun’s search for Shang Qinghua had taken him to many strange places. (dreams that had never come true - 14k MBJ Time Travel AU)
12. It would be a lie to say that Shang Qinghua wasn’t too sure what had happened. (every haircut I've ever had has been a bad haircut - 5k Moshang Hurt/Comfort)
11. The situation was bad. (Babe in the Woods - 19k Canon Divergence AU, MBJ has a baby brother)
10. Shen Qingqiu was perfectly capable of piloting his own ship, but that day, like many others, found Liu Qingge leaning against a column by the hangar entrance, waiting for Shen Qingqiu as he prepared to leave Qing Jing Peak Temple. (this point of pale light - 18k Liushen Star Wars AU)
9. Liu Mingyan was the model of a refined and accomplished cultivator. (but that's fine because I like a hot mess - 3k Mingling Getting Together)
8. Shen Qingqiu had made use of many excuses over the years to avoid the presence of the man who was now his own sect leader, some of which had even been good. (the ability to remain sober and gracious - 4k Canon Divergence AU, Qijiu Xuan Su sword reveal)
7. Shang Qinghua’s head hurt and his eyes were watering and he was beginning, just maybe, to think that creating an experimental stimulant because he missed the non-organic goodness of energy drinks with an unreasonable passion had been a bad idea. (anxiety and caffeine are having a cockfight in my brain - 2k Moshang Hurt/Comfort)
6. The library’s front door flew open so violently that it could be heard even at Shen Yuan’s desk nearer to the back of the main hall, which sat in front of the way to the computer rooms. (Absolutely Ineffable - 10k Good Omens Fusion AU)
5. Once there was a summer in which upon arriving home from university, Shen Yuan was immediately told that he was being sent away to the heart of the country to stay with his distant uncle, whether he liked it or not. (The Red Cabinet - 7k Narnia Fusion AU)
4. It took… Shang Qinghua… a while to figure out that demons actually had horns in this realized version of his sellout stallion web-novel. (Horns - 11k MBJ has sexy horns AU)
3. So, apparently, a portal burning with demonic energy had opened up over Qing Jing Peak and another Shang Qinghua had fallen out of it, and the wound in the sky had unfortunately closed again pretty much immediately. (ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real - 7k Non-Canon Fic Extra, SQH meets AU SQH)
2. So, Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky, the dearly despised and fervently favorited author of Proud Immortal Demon Way, died in a vaguely humiliating fashion… and then he transmigrated. (it must follow, as the night the day - 26k Moshang Role Reversal AU, Demon SQH and Cultivator MBJ)
1. Shang Qinghua has not been having a stellar transmigration experience. (pride is not the word I'm looking for - 400k Canon Divergence AU, LBH's Mother Lives)
This serves as a pretty good round-up of all my currently posted fics! There are far too many in my WIP folders to begin including everything in there.
I've been a little out of touch with reading fanfiction lately, so please, if you wish, take this post as an opportunity to participate in this game and tag me in it! I highly recommend taking a moment to revisit and admire your own fan works! Look at all that cool stuff you did! If you only have WIPs, then I don't mind if you use WIPs. Sometimes our pieces of writing are full, intensely detailed paintings that take years to complete and sometimes they're just rough sketches we do to warmup or have creative fun when we have the time, and sharing both is nice.
And if you don't have your own fan works to pull from, then I'd still love to see a list of opening lines from some of your favorite fics by other people. Any fandom you like! Give me those fic recs! Give me the opening lines of your favorite published novels if there's one you've been itching to gush about.
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"Would you stop houndin' me already! I'm already sparring with you so just shut up already!" Ichigo yapped at a red-headed Lieutenant who slashed at him with a bamboo blade "Just go ahead and admit It already, ya pansy!" Renji slashed at his pal one more time with a yell, their swords crossed between stubborn gazes "How're you supposed to survive on the battlefield if you can't even ask someone out on a daTE!" the taller of the two pushed the ginger away but quickly drew close for another wave of quick attacks, which Ichigo was able to dodge and block with a mild frown all while losing ground in small steps "That's got nothing to Do With IT!"
Ichigo swung his carved stick, and if Renji hadn't leaned back in that one specific second he would have a bloodied nose which is exactly what his brawling partner was aiming for, letting out a tsk Ichigo leaned the weapon on his shoulder for a moment, using the back of his free palm to swipe at the dribble of sweat coming from his chin.
The Kurosaki's eyes flattened as Renji gave him a comfortable smirk "Well I'll be, The Almighty Ichigo Kurosaki- scared of asking a certain special someone out to dinner" his grin grew like moss on a wall but this particular gardener hated moss and threw his shinai directly at the bastard, which hit said bastard square in the face "Just go ahead and shut up already, I can't handle anyone else knowing" Ichigo scratched at his orange spikes with a groan "And with a voice as loud as yours the whole Seireitei will hear about it at this point"
"How're nyou so dure they don't all nyow awready?" Renji pinched the bridge of his nose.
Ichigo narrowed his stare suspiciously and, despite his best efforts that fucking grin sat ever present through the streams of blood on the idiot's face, teeth showing with a peak of pink gums as if the Lutennant were holding back the loudest hardest laugh of his lifetime, if even a peep came outta that loudmouth who knows what Ichigo would do.. Arson? A warm crime? Peeeerhaps mmmMMurder? Hm, nah. Rukia would probably disapprove.
"There are still some people who don't know, I have it all perfectly under control" Ichigo waved his hands in assurance but still the redhead shrugged from the smooth floor, leaning back on his arms with legs sprawled around him "But soon, everyone will know"
Renji watched as his friend seemed to pause at this moment, mulling over what could happen if you were to figure it out in some way, through sharp sense or public knowledge oh Godit would all just be so embarrassing, especially since it takes every ounce of his spiritual energy to just not merely implode when your presents nearby. The male's eyes had drifted away to the blade he threw moments before as he continued to go over every chance meeting you both had and how those chances were beginning to grow few and far between. Though Ichigo had yet to formally meet you, this crush only seemed to grow with every glance he took and every fact he learned, for a while, he thought he could settle for this distant feeling of fondness but, Ichigo was also never one to leave unfinished business- though, in his eyes was there any business to begin with? He can barely say with confidence that he knew you deeply, no saving you from horrible flashbacks or an oddly calculated Villain to protect you from, you were just some squad member who's always come across as a cheerful hardworking individual and, for some strange unknowable reason, kept stuck in Ichigo's thoughts.
He wanted to know you, that was His unfinished business.
Turning with a backdraft flame in his gaze framed with furrowed brows "All right!" Ichigo proclaimed before picking up his lost weapon and pointing it at his advisory "First I'll defeat you, and then right after I'll ask 'em out!" the ginger huffed pompously with the blade resting on his shoulder "Piece of cake!"
Renji smirked as he held his weapon before him with a smirk "Don't think I'll go down that easy, and I'll bet you chicken out as soon as you See Them TOO!" the Lieutenant yelled and once again they clashed in the middle of the bare dojo.
Truly, this battle will be one of legends.
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You wandered down a bright hallway with flittering Reaper's heading in and out of various rooms or just straight up running down the narrowed space, but not you.
Though your task was one of importance you didn't think your dear Capitan would deem it necessary much like yourself, besides- the never ending windows gave a favouring scenery of your home along with the odd bird paired with a background of the bluest sky of the week.
Blinking down at the papers you noticed a few crumples from the mishap they were included in during their processing.
Passing colleges glanced at your from, of which you hadn't noticed stopped walking, and some giggled as they noticed steam rising and rosy red ear tips.
'He picked me up'
Your gaze followed the wrinkled valleys growing from of the top of the pages where Ichigo's large fingers nipped at the end of their trail.
You felt Ichigo's fingers slip under the white ribbon of your robe and the brush of his knuckles on foundation of your tail bone as he tightened his grip.
"Gah!" You finally recalled breathing, and how one should do so. Hands had slapped at your hot cheeks in order to bring you to some form of sense.
You remembered how his collarbone met at the base of his neck when he bent over to meet your invasive gaze.
It wasn't working.
"Get a hold of yourself, we're Sixth Seat now!" You held up clenched fists with a huff "Gotta be responsible!"
Glancing to the floor in a second of recalling responsibilities you gasped at the mistake "The paPERS NoooOOOOooo!"
Collapsing to the ground like a mudslide in the rain hands scattered for the fallen pages "Can't believe this" you murmured as they came together in a, further wrinkled pile and your shoulders followed in their limp state as you released a whiney sigh.
Leavening your sorry state behind you stood with arms crossing the papers in a protective hold.
"Hey There Sixth Seat!" a cheery voice came from behind and you paired it with a screech, short and to the point as you turned with a dip in your spine "H-hello there, Lieutenant Renji"
"Sorry, didn't mean to spook you there"
Spooked you were indeed, but not just by the red head's welcoming greetings. By the ever washing ocean of spiritual energy that spilled from the friend next to him, to whom Renji held a thumb out to "You remember this guy, right?"
Though Ichigo remained calm he very much did not like this introduction already.
You eyes must have been perfect circles from pure anxiety but there was no stopping the shine of admiration swooning in your gaze "I-Ichigo Kurosaki" never has there been a more tense breathless breath of a name from someone's lips, and hearing his name spoken by you for the first time made him think this might not have been such a bad idea.
"Oh! Good, you two uh... already know each other..?" Renji quirked a brow at the ginger next to him, Ichigo never mentioned giving his name to you at any point.
"No I-I..umm"
Are you really going to say this? Was today really going to be that day for a lowly Sixth seat. Your forearms tightened and sweat dripped to the corner of your jaw "I'm a.. huge.. fan, actually" you blinked up at him bashfully through your lashes.
You wished the sheets in your hold were big enough to cover your body, a wall to hide your blushing shame.
Renji was taken aback by your answer but he was quick to recover and watched from the corner of his sight as Ichigo's jaw clenched in preparation for it hanging low, he had worked so hard for the Cool Guy™ look, and now was the time to keep it cool!
The tallest of the three sighed at his nonresponsive Substitute and gave the limp dude a sharp elbow "WOOOOooooow that's super cool right? Ichigo? That's certainly something to talk about!" He wrapped an arm around the shoulders of his leading friend "Maaaaaybeee you two should hang out and talk about cool stuff like that"
"Huh?"
Hang? Out?
Ichigo's nervous stare met Renji's stern eyes and they both had a moment of wordless solace and the young Kurosaki raised from the never-ending pits of bombardment between what could go wrong right now and what could go right.
The man of Two Blades, destroyer of Law and defeater of the madman Aizen, grew weak at the knees as he watched the red hue grow from your cheeks to across your forehead, it was so hard to not reach out and drag the back if his finger across your warm skin and curl a hair behind your rosy ear shell.
Just two blushing idiots staring at each other in the middle of a quiet hall, as if Soul Society itself were listening in on the exchange, every single Reaper on standby just to see what came next.
All aside one who didn't get the memo as the sound of running slaps echoed in the alley sized hall coming closer and closer "Sixth Seat! There you are!" a young man with brown hair released few heavy breaths before giving a respectful bow "Apologies Sixth Seat but! I've been sent to locate some missing paperwork.."
"THE PAPERWORK!" you yelped, holding said work above you before disappearing from sight "Wow! Sixth Seat is as fast as ever!" Harunobu gasped, turning to meet the very cross stare of a red headed Lieutenant "Do you have any idea how long it took us to get to this moment?!"
"Gguwaaa!! I'm So Sorry!"
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Celestial Crossing (A MoonStone, SWKxChang'e, ship fic): Chapter 5- Double Surprise
This chapter WILL have spoilers for S4! Minor ones.
I have been stuck on this chapter for so long, but it's finally done! I think it's gonna be worth it to see the surprises that are showing up in this one.
AO3 Link.
"So... What do you think?"
Chang'e hummed, chewing slowly with her eyes closed in deep thought. Or at least Sun Wukong hoped she was in deep thought. Her poker face was so much better than he ever could have guessed before really getting to know her.
It felt like ages before she swallowed the bite of food in her mouth, letting out another hum before nodding her head.
"It's... Amazing!" She said, chuckling when Li-Yan chirped in a pattern that mimicked the sounds their mother made. "You're getting much better at baking, Mooncake! MK is going to love this."
"Really!?" Sun Wukong exclaimed with excitement. He had to hold back from spinning around, not wanting to jostle the child in his arms.
"Really," Chang'e assured. "You know I am always honest about my opinions on food. If I say it's good I really think it's good."
It was a genuine moment of basic and simple domestic normalcy. Just Sun Wukong, Chang'e, and their baby Li-Yan in Sun Wukong's lap. They sat in the kitchen, taste testing a new batch of vegetarian desserts that the king wanted to make as a special surprise for MK getting so far in his training. Just making nice little tarts and buns and having a good mid-morning.
It had been a few days since Li-Yan's surprise entrance into the world and they had finally gotten into a bit of a routine. The little one had less trouble staying awake for long periods of time and needed less energy to sustain them-self through the day, so much so that neither parent felt drained enough to immediately need sleep after a feeding session. And true to his word, Macaque had left after that first night once he was certain that Li-Yan would be sustained without assistance.
Nothing could possibly ruin it.
Nothing.
........ of course that was too much to hope for.
They really should have guessed something like this would happen eventually. Or at least Sun Wukong should have. He KNEW Macaque. He KNEW the other monkey demon couldn't resist scheming in some way. He didn't know how to have fun without scheming anymore.
But not even the Monkey King himself could have seen this one coming.
How was he supposed to guess that, before the clock had even struck noon, that the Six-Eared Macaque would stumble out of a sudden (and very shaky) shadow portal in the wall, barely making it half a food out of the wall before immediately face plant
"Uh-"
"Did your friend just die on our kitchen floor?"
"He's not dead!" Sun Wukong yelped quickly, handing over Li-Yan to Chang'e carefully. "I don't think he can even die anymore, man's like a computer virus that just keeps coming back. But..."
He trailed off slowly, moving toward the body in front of them even slower. Macaque was alive, his breathing making his back and chest rise and fall was enough evidence of that, but he was... definitely unconscious.
He would never just lay down like that, not around Sun Wukong. Their relationship had started to mend over time, but Macaque never seemed to relax around the other immortal monkey fully. Understandably so, he supposed.
So this was... off. Disconcerting in a way that the Monkey King couldn't put his finger on.
Then something inside, INSIDE, of Macaque's shadow moved, the top of a very small head peaking out quickly before dipping back inside the darkness cast by the lights overhead.
... he didn't...
"Does he normally have little guys in his shadow?" Chang'e asked. Sun Wukong had a feeling she already knew the answer, however, despite voicing the question.
"Definitely not," Sun Wukong said. Macaque couldn't have... "This is... not no- ... oh. Oh THAT DUMBASS."
"Uh?" Was all Chang'e could say, so surprised by the outburst she couldn't think of something else.
"He copied me! AGAIN!"
“I don't really think that-” Chang'e started, pausing only when she saw the look on her love's face. It was a mix of frustration and concern, something she had only seen on him in very specific circumstances. She wasn't entirely versed on the relationship the two immortals had, though she knew a lot more than most people. She could tell that, as annoyed and not 100% trusting in the other the Monkey King could be... he still held some amount of care for Macaque. “...that is the most pressing matter right now. If he copied you? We can chastise him for it later. For now, we should check and see if he is ok.”
“... you're right,” Sun Wukong said, almost if his mind was elsewhere and it had taken him a couple of minutes to register her words (and by all accounts, that was entirely possible). “But he's OUT. If he hasn't moved by now, listening to me yell, then he is really unconscious.”
“True...” Chang'e said, petting Li-Yan between their ears as she pondered on what to do. “I would say we should let him rest, but if our suspicions are right... it may be best to wake him backup.”
"Maybe if I kick him really hard-"
"Sun Wukong!" Chang'e snapped. "You are not kicking an unconscious man in front of our child!"
"Aww, not even a little?"
"Absolutely not, you cannot be a bad influence on them!"
“Ok, ok!” Sun Wukong said with a hearty laugh. “I wasn't actually gonna do it anyway, no need to literally kick him while he's down. But... hmn... how are we going to wake him up... We could try shaking him or yelling, but I really don't think that's a good idea in this scenario.”
“Do we have anything with a strong scent that you think would work?” Chang'e suggested. “We don't have smelling salt, but maybe there's something else we can use here.”
“Not a bad idea! And I think I know just the thing...” Sun Wukong agreed quickly. Chang'e watched as the Monkey King rushed off and returned just as quickly, with a bottle of peppermint extract. ”With our noses this should do the job well enough.“
”Just as long as you're sure he won't react too violently at the smell,“ Chang'e said with a soft chuckle.
Li-Yan watched on in curiosity, head tilting left and right. Their ears flicked in time with their tail, and the way they moved their head in her arms almost mimicked the way a small rabbit might sniff the air. Hmn...
They WERE made up of parts of her bunny bots, not just the original ones but also parts that Sun Wukong had managed to salvage and put together. It was likely that some of those parts were from some of the person sized robots she used within her mooncake factory. They were built to have sensors that could detect the ”smell“ of things like smoke and and burnt or spoiled mooncakes for safety. Perhaps they worked together with the unintended magic they tapped into to create them to change that...
There was a lot about their little bunkey baby that neither of them knew about.
But there was also plenty of time for them to worry about that later.
For the moment, the two of them kept a watchful eye on the shadow monkey's face as Sun Wukong rolled him onto his back carefully. He looked as if he was merely sleeping, the only way for them to know he wasn't was them seeing him fainting before them earlier. Sun Wukong opened the bottle of peppermint extract and carefully waved it under Macaque's nose. They could have sworn they heard the softest tiny little kitten like hiss from somewhere, but neither could really take any time to focus on that when Macaque suddenly groaned, lifting a hand to attempt to weakly push away the offending odor.
“What the fu-”
“Language,” Sun Wukong said quickly, closing the bottle and putting it in his pocket before carefully grabbing the other's hand. “You can curse all you want when you're NOT around my kid. Let's get you sat up.”
“Aw man...” Macaque groaned and his face fell instantly, not fighting the Monkey King as he helped him sit up with only a little effort. “I feel like I just got hit like a truck.”
“You look like you got punched in the face,” Sun Wukong countered. “Or swapped face masks with a raccoon, with those eye bags you have there.”
“That bad, huh?” Macaque said with a groan, rubbing his eyes in clear exhaustion. “I'd... hoped I wouldn't need to ask for any help actually but I kinda... overestimated things a little.”
“Are you ok?” Chang'e asked, slowly coming around to kneel on the other side of him so she wouldn't just be looking at his back. “Be honest, we can't help you if you lie to us.”
“I mean,” Macaque shrugged, putting a hand behind his back with a flinch as they all heard the soft of a soft hiss once again. They didn't miss how his eyes widened and he looked around in worry. “I'm just exhausted. And hungry. I'm fine outside that.”
“And the thing in your shadow?”
There was the sound of a breathless squeak that escaped from the shadow monkey, not unlike the sound of a deflating balloon.
”That's... uh...“
"What were you thinking?" Sun Wukong asked, face in his hands as fingers gently massaged his forehead. "No, no I shouldn't ask that. WHY WEREN'T YOU THINKING? That's a much better question. You very literally just finished explaining the dangers of this stuff to us a few days ago."
"I was thinking!" Macaque snapped, hand still behind him. "I just... didn't exactly expect what I got?"
"What, exactly, do you have?" Chang'e asked softly. Li-Yan chirped in curiosity, little paw reaching out to wave towards Macaque. “Like I said. We kind of saw something earlier, so you can't exactly hide them from us.”
"OK, don't... just don't spook them, alright?" Macaque said slowly. "They're really, REALLY, shy."
Sun Wukong tilted his head in mild curiosity, but nodded slowly. He could see his wife nodding as well behind him from the corner of his vision. He could also see her eyes widening as Macaque slowly pulled his hand forward, and his shadow... slowly started vanishing before their eyes.
In it's place, once his hand was pulled in front of him, were two very small baby monkeys. They were black with tiny red spots and wide eyes filled with confusion, a little fear, and lots of curiosity. And they were so...
Small.
Barely bigger than a couple of fingers, one easily able to sit in Macaque's palm like a kitten while the other clung to his wrist. Both had their long tails wrapped around whatever part of Macaque's arm or hand they could, and the same small hissing sound escaped from one of them.
Well, that explains that little mystery.
"... ta da?"
”You made TWO of them!?“ Sun Wukong whisper yelled, gesturing to the babies.
“Not intentionally!” Macaque snapped, flinching as one of the babies let out a soft chirp. “No no, shh, I'm sorry that was too loud, uh... They have sensitive ears. Like me.”
"Like their..." Sun Wukong started, trailing off slowly. "Wait a minute..."
"Oh Macaque, you DIDN'T-" Chang'e said.
"Did you. Make two magic babies... without a partner?" Sun Wukong asked slowly. "After you explicitly explained to us that we would need to work together to keep our SINGLE magic baby intact?"
"I already said I didn't make two intentionally!" Macaque insisted. "They just... happened. Like Li-Yan, sort of?"
"They're so small," Chang'e said in awe and concern. "Surely regular macaque babies aren't this tiny."
"No, that's a side effect of the magic," Macaque admitted with a nod. "They probably would have been roughly normal sized if I had used more than I did or they were just one being."
The one sitting in his hand dunked their head behind his fingers, barely peaking out from behind them. The other hissed softly, once again like a feral kitten. Though they didn't actually appear to be that scared... perhaps they were testing the limits of those around them. Both of the other parents couldn't help but notice that the hissing one was slightly smaller than the one hiding themselves away, if only by a little bit.
Then the larger one let out a yawn, stretching out one of their hands.
"They have little beans," Chang'e said with wonder. "They have toe beans on their hands!"
"I also have beans on my hands," Sun Wukong muttered softly.
"So do I, Wukong, you ain't special," Macaque muttered back in turn, carefully pressing on the soft paw pads on the palms of the child as he grabbed their hand between his fingers oh so gently. It was the most gentle motion Sun Wukonhg had ever seen the other make in all their lives together. "They're so... SOFT."
"They're brand new," Sun Wukong said with a shrug. "Of course they're... HOW new are they? Don't tell me they were literally were born literally yesterday, please tell me they're older than that."
The lack of answer and the way Macaque quickly tightened his mouth into a thin line as he looked away told hem both everything they needed to know.
"They're only a DAY old?" Chang'e whispered in concern.
"I hate being right... Macaque..." Sun Wukong said slowly. He took in a deep breath, brushing his hair back with a sign. "OK... ok ok ok...Can you please explain why I just happen to be looking at what appear to be 2 brand-new born monkeys and how, exactly, we got here?"
"Who also seem to be made out of your shadow," Chang'e chimed in.
"Yes, that too," Sun Wukong agreed with a nod. "I'm all ears."
"... I wasn’t copying you this time-"
"Lies!"
"I'm not lying!" Macaque snarked back instantly. "I'd... I'd wanted to do this for a while. That's actually how I knew what you did. I'd already looked into it for me."
"How long is a while?" Sun Wukong asked in suspicion.
"... 3 centuries, give or take?"
"3 c-THREE centuries?" Sun Wukong balked, blinking with his mouth agape for a moment. "You planned them for THAT long and you STILL... What?"
"This wasn't supposed to go this way!" Macaque half explained. "I thought I genuinely had everything planned out perfectly, I don't know how THEY happened. I've never actually seen a single person bring two of them about before. I didn't even think it was possible."
"Well..." Sun Wukong said with a shrug. "You're the 6 Eared Macaque. Maybe that has something to do with it."
"Why don't you just... start at the beginning?" Chang'e suggested softly. "Walk us through your planning and what you thought would happen, not from the other day but waaaaaay back."
The change in Macaque's demeanor was slow. First even more tense, then like he was considering the offer, and then he finally relaxed with a sigh before he nodded.
"... You remember how I would always help out with the little ones on the mountain? I'd always loved taking care of kids," Macaque started. "Didn't matter if it was the monkeys on the mountain or the humans that Azure got us to help. I always had a weak spot for making sure the little ones were ok."
"Yeah, I remember that you used to keep them occupied with little shadow puppets back then," Sun Wukong admitted. "Especially the duck ones."
"Kids LOVE ducks," Macaque said with a sage nod. “It honestly wasn't hard to make sure they were entertained while the adults around them cleaned up or did work or whatever else was needed. I'm pretty sure Peng thought it was funny that I was constantly volunteered to be a ”glorified babysitter“, but the one thing I'll give Azure is that he knew I liked it. That's why he always had me take on that job.”
“Wait,” Chang'e said slowly, tilting her head a bit in thought. “By Azure and Peng... do you mean the Azure lion and Golden Winged Peng?”
“Yeah,” Sun Wukong answered for Macauque with a nod. "The four of us were in a Brotherhood together with YellowTusk Elephant and DBK, remember?”
“I thought those names sounded familiar," Chang'e said with a nod. “I didn't get to hear a lot during the banquets I was able to go to in the Celestial realm back then, but it was hard to miss the talk of Celestial warriors who had decided to remain in the mortal realm and started fighting along side the Monkey King himself.”
“I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you heard about all that,” Macaque said with a nod. “Even if you could only go to banquets on occasion I imagine that we all caused a LOT of trouble for everyone up there.”
Sun Wukong chuckled at that, looking more than a little smug at the memory for a moment before a softer expression overtook his face. If his companions didn't know him as well as they did they might not have recognized it as the melancholic look it was. As if the weight of all that they had done in the past had suddenly crashed down on him in an instant.
But the moment was gone as quickly as it came, the sage nodding at Macaque to continue.
“You know how the story went,” Macaque continued. “We fought the Celestial realm, got kicked in the teeth, Monkey King got trapped under a mountain, journey west, so on and so forth. Got revived, headed on my way after ditching LBD.”
There was a noticeable tension in Sun Wukong’s shoulders at the mention of HER.
It was clear there was a lot that Macaque was glossing over, but neither adult wished to press the matter. Not when they already knew the outcome of those details. Chang'e had already been filled in on what she needed to know before, that Macaque had died and been revived by the Lady Bone Demon and had been running from his obligation to work for her and bring her back. She knew that, somehow, he had lost his life in a fight with her husband.
The details weren't necessary when the two of them clearly had been trying to move past it, had already accepted what had happened and were mending the rift between them.
“And you just... happened to find out about how to make magic children on the way?” Sun Wukong asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Kinda?” Macaque said with a shrug. “It's not like I set out looking to have a kid, I was on the run and didn't know when I wouldn't have to worry about a certain lackey anymore. Turns out he was never looking for me to begin with, after I ditched the skeleton key... but that was probably because she'd told him about her ”destiny“ predictions and he knew it wasn't time to act.”
“Sooooo, where to the magic kids factor in again?”
"I'm getting there!" Macaque said with a huff. "She said to start at beginning and I have a flair for the dramatic, give me a break."
Sun Wukong would have said something snappy back, he really would have. That had been his relationship with Macaque since the defeat of Lady Bone Demon. Macaque says something snarky and he snapped back and they exchanged barbs back and forth for a while.
But then he saw how the little twins, held so softly in the hands of the shadow monkey, were so curiously patting at each other's faces. As if trying to memorize each other. And how Macaque watched them with so much softness in his eyes.
"OK, I won't interrupt anymore,“ Sun Wukong said with a nod.
That was a lie. But he would make an ATTEMPT not to.
”Thank you... now... Oh yeah,” Macaque readjusted himself, making himself comfortable as he continued. “When you spend a lot of your life as a wanderer you start to hear things a lot more and you pick up on patterns. You hear the same stories, you notice people doing similar things miles apart from each other. That's how I first heard the tales of these magic constructs, these children that those unable to bear their own children would create in the hopes they could have a family.”
Both other adults nodded, encouraging the other to continue as they listened with genuinely rapt attention.
"It wasn’t hard to find some of the sources of these tales once I knew where to ask," Macaque answered with a shrug. "It wasn’t like I had much else to occupy my mind at the time. This was YEARS before I started on my “let's find the Monkey King and try to take vengeance every few years” thing, so I didn't really have any idea of what I even wanted to do with my renewed life. I just existed. I didn't know what to do with myself at all.“
"So you just gravitated toward the stories?" Chang'e prompted.
"Sorta," Macaque answered. "It really started when I tried to settle down in a village for a while actually. There was this older couple who was really well known by everyone who had been trying to have kids for years but it just never worked out for them. Then one day... Boom. Kid."
"Just... suddenly kid?" Sun Wukong asked.
"One day they had no kid, the next day?" Macaque continued. "Kid. Not quite a new born, but not more than a few weeks old. And clearly not made from traditional means, which the couple didn't even bother trying to hide. They actually kind of bragged about how well what they tried out worked. And the villagers were so happy for them."
"Sounds like a very accepting place you sound," Chang'e mused softly.
"It was. I just... seeing all those people around that kid, proclaiming it as a miracle... something just clicked in my head. I thought, "heck, I can do that", so," Macaque said with a shrug. "I started looking around, asking questions. I may have gotten a job at a nursery-"
"You worked in a NURSERY!?"
"YOU SAID NO MORE INTERRUPTING."
"YOU WORKED WITH BABIES."
"YOU SAY THAT LIKE YOU EXPECTED ME TO EAT THEM!"
"BOYS!" Chang'e interrupted, voice loud and firm but not quite a shout. "You're scaring the kids."
Sun Wukong and Macaque instantly froze, not realizing they had fallen so easily into their usual bickering. Both bristled, fur sticking up as they realized the mistake they had made as they looked down.
Macaque's twins were no longer holding onto him as they were before, one ear pressed into his arm while another had let go to cover the other. Li-Yan, meanwhile, was pressed into Chang'e, little ears pointed back and their face plate displaying only a !? in place of their usual face display.
"No no no, shhh," Macaque said, being the one to jump into action first. He covered the twins with his hand gently, chirping soft assertions of comfort to them. "I'm sorry, daddy's sorry, shhhh..."
Sun Wukong jolted, hands already gently petting Li-Yan's ears in an attempt to do much the same comforting, Macaque's words making all this feel much less bizarre and much more real than it had before.
Macaque was a father now.
... that was not something that the Monkey King had ever expected to acknowledge, even in the times long ago. Long before their falling out, long before even the brotherhood days.
"... what made you stop?" He asked carefully, taking Li-Yan from Chang'e to hold them in his own lap for a moment. "With everything you know about the process you must have been doing research for a long time."
"Years," Macaque admitted. "I wanted to know everything about this particular process, how wide spread it was and what different methods there were. It's extremely uncommon, but not taboo. Just difficult, and with easier ways to do the same thing around, like the river in the women's country, most people would opt to try something different first. I left that village after a few decades so people wouldn't question why I never aged. I tried to pick it back up after... after the first time I came after you. And I did, for a while. But the desire for revenge kept taking over and distracting me. Then... I saw our Not Mayor again."
"He was trying to get you to pay back your debt?" Chang'e asked.
"No. He just.. was smirking at me. Like he was planning something, or sending me a warning. Knowing the Lady Bone Demon was close to coming back just... made me give up," Macaque finished with a shrug. "I didn't see the point in trying after that. It was too dangerous to try knowing she could send me on the run at any moment. And then I uh... heard you got a successor."
"And we know the story from there?" Sun Wukong chanced slowly. "Outside of some of your motivation."
"More or less," Macaque said with a shrug. "Anything I haven't told you about that isn't relevant to these two."
"Why did you make two babies, though?" Chang'e asked softly, concern laced in her tone. "You were almost completely drained by them feeding on your essence when you came to us."
The way Macaque immediately clamped his mouth shut and looked away told Sun Wukong that there were only two options. And one he was certain was less likely because Macaque knew how to plan ahead.
"Oh my gosh it was-" "CEASE." "- an accident." "SHUT UP!"
Sun Wukong couldn’t help it. He TRIED to stop. Really he did. But...
"Stop laughing at me you asshole!"
"La-ha-ha-language!" Sun Wukong barely managed to wheeze out between laughs. He carefully placed Li-Yan on the floor between them, the little one looking up at him with a confused chirp as he double over in laughter. "Sorry, I'm sorry, it's just... the fact you decided to finally have a kid because WE had a kid and then you wanted that kid so bad you accidently magicked up TWO kids is. KINDA FUNNY. You... you failed successfully!"
It took no time at all for the Monkey King to fall to the floor again, trying his best to hold in his laughter at Macaque's accidental super success at baby making.
"You're lucky there are children here or I'd kick your-"
"Can we please stop cursing in front of the babies?" Chang'e said, firm and a small lilt of frustration edging into her tone. "And maybe try to work out how Macaque is going to take care of two children? Li-Yan alone is enough to drain us a lot, and it's probably not healthy or safe for you to constantly pass out because they need to sustain themselves."
"... ah, yeah," Sun Wukong said after a moment, staring at Macaque with realization. "That's why you just kinda. Face planted on our floor, isn't it? You can't feed them at the same time. It's not sustainable for you."
"It is!" Macaque protested. "I just... need some assistance afterwards..."
"That's one way to put it," Chang'e said, matching her partner in tone for the first time in their conversation. "Look... You helped is out. A LOT. And clearly you need help now. So, whatever you need? We'll help you."
"You will?" Macaque asked, staring at Chang'e with a sideways glance. "I mean, I kinda expected you to because you kinda owe me, but I also expected you to... I dunno. Need convincing."
"We're not the Lady Bone Demon, Mac," Sun Wukong said after a moment. "Even if you hadn't helped us? We would still have helped you just because you need help."
"Oh," Macaque said, as if he was genuinely surprised.
Sun Wukong had a feeling that he actually was.
"Like I said, let us do for you what you did for us," Chang'e said firmly. "Stay here, we'll make sure you and the kids are good until we all know they're stable. Deal?"
"Sounds like I'm the only one getting a good end of this stick."
"Take the stick before we smack ya with it," Sun Wukong muttered under his breath. He couldn't help it.
It was just a habit for them to take shots at each other.
"Do I have to keep you two in separate rooms?" Chang'e asked. "Cause I can call in the bunny bots to babysit each of you separately while I make lunch."
"That's not-"
"FOOD?"
Chang'e and Sun Wukong stared at Macaque, the excitement in his voice not easy for either of them to miss.
"... I've been extraneously hungry since the babies started feeding on me," He said, clearing his throat in embarrassment.
"Yeah, that tracks," Sun Wukong said with a nod. "We've been the same since we had Li-Yan. But with two I bet it's even... worse, what are your twins doing?"
Macaque must have been incredibly distracted by the promise of sustenance because, before he knew it, the twins had crawled away from his arm and were sitting in front of him. They started at Li-Yan, who returned the favor by staring right back at them, before letting out a questioning monkey like chirp in their own little digital sounding way. And the twins, clearly confused, tilted their heads as they chirped back their own question in response.
The three adults watched as the 3 little ones stared at each other, heads tilting in almost perfect sync as they tried to understand the other tiny being before them.
Then. Slowly. One of the babies reached out...
And slapped one of Li-Yan's ears before rushing backwards, grabbing their twin and forming back into the taller monkey's shadow.
The three parents watched in stunned silence as Li-Yan froze, as if unable to process what had just happened. Themselves also taking a few moments to process what happened.
Three seconds.
Five seconds.
Then they all watched in confusion as the robot baby started to LAUGH.
The amount of relief that rushed through the adults at that exact moment could not be put into enough words for the author to describe. But you can imagine it was a lot.
"Why would they do that?" Chang'e asked in curiosity. "Is it because Li-Yan looks like a rabbit but sounded like a monkey?"
"Probably," Macaque said, clearly looking like a man who was fully expecting to be ejected from the moon base. "Once the twins get used to them they likely will treat them the same as any other baby around them."
"Aw, Li-Yan has their first little playmates!" Sun Wukong said with delight. "But my gosh they are shy."
"Yeah," Macaque admitted with an awkward chuckle. "They uh... tend to hide when they get spooked. The first time I sneezed around them was an experience. but they should pop back out in their own time. Probably when they're hungry. They tend to sleep when I do, but they've woken be up to feed before."
"Sounds like we need to work around that," Sun Wukong mused softly. "We don't want them draining you while we're all passed out."
"We can take shifts like we did when Li-Yan was first born," Chang'e suggested. "All of us. One of us stays awake when Macaque is up in case the babies drain him too much again, and one of us stays awake while he sleeps in case they drain him in his sleep."
"You are going to babysit me and my children?" Macaque asked in dismay.
"Sadly, you have proven Sun Wukong correct in one regard," she answered solemnly. "You cannot be trusted with your own well-being."
"Ok, you got me there," Macaque admitted with a nod, which was not what either had expected. He stood up, slowly and carefully. "I'm not above realizing that I really messed this up, I should have at least had someone to watch me while I did this. It's like weight lifting with no spotter."
"Just don't do it again," Sun Wukong said as he stood as well, picking Li-Yan up as he did so. "Now... I am hungry again already, because SOMEONE was munching on my energy the entire time we were talking."
He smirked, immediately bringing Li-Yan up to his face to pretend to each them, much to their squealing delight. Even Macaque seemed to find this sweet, a soft smile ALMOST gracing his face.
"What do you want to eat, Macaque?" Chang'e asked with a smile of her own.
"Food," Macaque answered quickly.
"...you can be more specific, MAYBE?" Sun Wukong said.
"Edible food."
"Don't make me wish I disagreed with my wife, Macaque," Sun Wukong said, clearly joking.
Both adults were surprised by Macaque actually chuckling in response this time.
"I know you would never, you lovesick dork. I just don't have a food preference, I'm starving," the shadow monkey said as he stretched. This turned out to be a mistake, as he had to grab onto the counter to keep steady. "Ah, lightheaded. Making two kids on your own really takes a lot out of you."
"Would that technically make you their mom?" Chang'e asked, rubbing her chin as she pondered this.
"Momcaque," Sun Wukong offered so helpfully.
"I will do anything you ask me to if you NEVER call me that again."
"Then tell me. What are their names?" Sun Wukong asked in curiosity.
The silence that greeted the question made the air around the trio of parents feel incredibly awkward.
"You've planned this for CENTURIES and they don't have NAMES YET!?"
"I was planning on naming then after I got to know them!"
"THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!"
"You didn't NAME YOUR OWN BABY AT FIRST!"
"WE DIDN'T PLAN ON A BABY AT ALL!"
Chang'e sighed.
This was going to be a very long co-habitation.
"I can call them Thing 1 and Thing 2 until I figure out their names," Macaque said uncertainly, shrugging vaguely as he held the larger of the twins.
"You cannot be serious," Sun Wukong said. "Can't you think of any better nicknames? Something? Anything?"
Macaque frowned, watching the smaller twin viciously attempting to bite his tail, which wasn't even the least bit successful or painful given her size. Held the larger twin, feeling the purr radiating through her entire tiny body.
"... Rumble and Savage?"
"That-!... actually, that's not bad," Sun Wukong admitted with a nod. "The little one who smacked Li-Yan, they're smaller-"
"She," Macaque corrected. "They're both girls."
"Oh my gosh, you're a Girl Dad," Sun Wukong said without even missing a beat. "Mei is going to tease you forever."
"I'll let that one slide, FOR NOW. Look, I don't know how long it's gonna take me to figure out names for them," Macaque admitted with a shrug. "I had A name picked out, but I either need a new set of names or I need to pick one that matches."
"You really don't need to-
"They. Will. Have. Matching. NAMES," Macaque said with insistence. "It's what I want so that's what they're gonna get."
"Ok, ok," Sun Wukong said with a chuckle, admitting defeat. "Is there anything else we need to know?"
"Nah, I told you pretty much everything there is to tell."
There was no way in any of the known realms, from the Celestial to the Underworld, that Macaque would ever tell them the rest of the story...
~
"And what, exactly, do you need that many orders of bao for?" Pigsy asked with a raised brow.
He was onto him.
"You've seen my kwoon, Pigsy," Macaque said with practiced nonchalance. "Place is a mess. Last time Bai He came by she threatened to clean it up herself when I wasn't around and, ya know, I think her dad would actually kill me if any of my weapons hurt her. So I'm in for a long project to prevent my imminent demise."
#Monkie Kid#lego monkie kid#fanfic#sun wukong#monkey king#chang'e#celestial crossing au#six eared macaque#liu er mihou#rumble and savage#hehehehe
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modern steddie au, u can also read it here
The first time he heard it he didn't even pay attention to the actual lyrics. He was in his car and the song just came on. It was loud and not his usual style but it was also catchy, so Steve decided to add it to a playlist.
The second time it came on he was cleaning his house and at this point he knew the melody so he was jumping around while vacuuming.
The third time it played he was laying on his floor close to a mental breakdown. This time he really listened. Every word poured through him and filled his mind. "Pretty in Pink" by Scene Queen usually just a song that was a little fun addition to his playlist, now breaking his heart and making him mad.
"Relatable" he murmured through his angry tears. And so it began. His little obsession with the singer. His little secret as he didn't actually feel comfortable sharing this one, even with Robin.
So, the second he saw she was playing in the city near him he jumped to buy the ticket.
"This is perfect, Robin is going away with Nance for the weekend, I don't even need to make an excuse to ditch them." he was talking to himself from excitement.
He spent the whole week, leading up to it, buzzing with nervousness and joy. It was his first time going to a gig alone, it wasn't his scene (xd) at all and he was a little petrified trying out a new style. He settled on wearing platforms black jeans and an oversized dark pink sweater. At last second threw in some earrings and a bit of pink shadow and strawberry lipgloss (he's favourite). It made him feel more confident to have a comfort item with him even if it was just a lip product.
Once he got to the venue and bought a drink (hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to relax) the man slowly made his way onto the floor.
It wasn't big and most of the people seemed really friendly. Their joined energy made him feel a bit lighter, or maybe it was the drink, either way the nerves floated away and he was left with pure euphoria of seeing his favourite artist.
Before the main event though came the support band. Corroded Coffin. It was the first he ever heard the name. Sounds about right for the amount of people dressed in black and chains.
Steve wasn't really paying attention to the band as they walked out. They set and tuned their instruments. Soon the first song started playing, The man glanced at the stage right as the lead singer came out. He's heart fluttered.
The man was beautiful. Tall, slim, a maine of big, curly, dark hair rested on top of his shoulders. He was dressed in a mesh crop top and tight, heart stoppingly tight, leather pants. The best thing - his pale skin was covered in tattoos. They were peaking out of his cropped top and through the mesh. Steve couldn't stop staring, mouth slightly open. If it keeps going that way he'll drool. It's like he just witnessed the 8th wonder of the world. Yes, he's aware of how corny that sounds.
Then the brown eyed (oh his brown brown eyes, Steve could drown in them) man was now singing. Screaming and singing. The tone of the metalheads voice wrapped him around as if a blanket was thrown over his heart.
"Shit" was all he could muster as he realised, he might have just fallen in love with a complete stranger. No it's a crush. It's just a crush on someone who doesn't know and won't ever know he existed. It didn't stop the blush that spread all over his face turning the cheeks almost burgundy.
When it was time for the actual reason he even got here in the first place to walk out the man couldn't stop thinking about the singer.
Ofcourse he was having fun, Scene Queen was doing amazing live. But the thoughts kept racing, kept imagining things that weren't supposed to be happening.
And then he felt it. The hot air of a breath on his ear and a whisper.
"Couldn't help noticing you staring at me, big boy"
Steve whipped his head around, the vocalist of Corroded Coffin waa standing near inches away from him, their bodies touching, a big grin spread across his face
"Hi, I'm Eddie" he said in his perfect dark voice.
Steve couldn't function. His breath hitched, the blush spread from cheeks down his neck.
"Get yourself together, for fucks sake" he thought.
"And you are?" said Eddie not moving away.
"hot, i mean uhmm, hmm, i-" the shorter man cleared his throat "I'm Steve" great job at least you said you name right.
"Hi, Hot Steve" and fuck. He was flirting, he was perfect and beautiful and tall and handsome and he was flirting with him.
"I, uh, wow" wow? wow??! but Eddie was laughing, and god, his laugh was like honey on an opened wound. The man looked at him again, leaning in.
"So Stevie~" if he doesn't stop singing his name, the nickname, which was super hot, Steve is gonna jump his bones right here, in the midst of a crowd "could i maybe buy you a drink?"
*idk how to write it so good old tv skip scene*
They got their drinks and were talking away, it felt like they've known each other for way longer. The conversation and the flirting were going smoothly until Eddie touched Steve's thigh and made him short circuit and spill the drink.
"Shit, sorry" he grabbed for a napkin to try and wipe the liquid off of the curly haired mans pants.
"It's okay, big boy" god damn it he's gonna drive him crazy with the nicknames.
"Sorry" stop apologizing, he said its okay "fuck i spilled some on myself too, okay wait I'm gonna be right back, don't go anywhere"
Steve excused himself and headed to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face to calm himself down and just then remembered "mascara. fuckkk" he looked in the mirror, great now he looks like a fucking panda, that's just amazing. As he started wiping it away he heard a knock on the door.
"Sorry, I'll be a second" he screamed in response.
"It's me- Eddie, you okay in there? You've been in here for good 10 minutes, you didn't drown, right?" god he kinda wish he did, he made a fool of himsef enough already.
"Y-yeah, I mean no, I mean I'm okay" he stuttered out.
"You sure I don't have to help you? .... give you cpr or anything?" the taller man chuckled. It made him giggle as he opened the door.
"I mean it, I'm okay" (trust me, i had to) he looked at the brown eyed man, he was so close, he blushed.
"You sure you don't need a mouth to mouth?" the vocalist whispered in the air between them. They were inches apart and Steve's blush was running down past his collar now, this is it.
"okay" he was so quiet and Eddie took that answer and pushed him into the bathroom locking the door after them and smacking their lips together.
The kiss started gentle on the rockstars part but Steve was hungry for it. He wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck and pushed them imposibly closer, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. The taller man smiled along his lips.
"Someone's eager" he snickered and Steve just whined and kissed him again tangling his hands into the curls of the other man's hair. That brought a moan out of his mouth which gave Stevie the perfect opportunity to slip in his tongue. As if a switch was flipped the older man grabbed his thigh and sat him on the counter. They stayed like this moans and whimpers until they couldn't breath anymore and the tension got too much. They pulled apart, forheads touching and brething deep and heavy.
"Fuck me" Steve sighed impressed more than asking but metalhead just smiled and responded
"Well if you're asking me this nicely" he leaned in again and kissed the younger man's nose, then mouth again then jaw and moved to suck on his neck.
"Ah, that's not exactly what I meant but I'm not complaining" Eddie pulled away at that which made Steve whine again, disappointed at the lack of contact.
"I can stop if you don't feel comfortable, just say the word and we can be out of here and back to drinking or not even talking if you want to, I don't wanna pressure you into anything" he was dead serious and it made Steve even more hot and bothered.
"That was the hottest thing you could've said, don't stop" and with that his lips were back in Eddie's.
Their hands were roaming and exploring each others bodies but it didn't feel like enough, they were grabbing at each other, pulling their shirts up as they rocked their hips together.
"Fuck, Eds" Steve moaned, and grabbed him stronger, climbing his body, he felt Eddie's dick twitch at that. "You like it when I call you Eds?" he giggled. The older man now awfully shy hid his face in the crook of Steve's neck.
"I think you know the answer to that, god what are you doing to me" they were picking up the pace, their breaths got heavier with each movement. Soon enough they were both at the edge of fucking in a public bar restroom, which isn't the best place for that kind of activity let's be honest here.
The dark blonde man pushed his hips harder into singers making his hand slip. A groan escaped his mouth.
"Not to sound like a virgin but if we keep on going I might just cream my pants, man. I'm so close." he panted and Steve just laughed pulling hik even closer.
"Do it" he whispered "for me?" and that was enough to push Eddie past his limit. "Stevie" he moaned right into his ear sending hot and cold shivers and pushing the younger man to arrive with him.
"Eds, you're amazing" Steve don't say anything stupid you've known each other for like an hour.
But that just made Eddie blush and kiss his neck
"You're breathtaking" the older man said and he squirmed at those words.
They cleaned themselves up and still blushing messes just kinda looked at each other awkwardly as if they didn't just make one another come in a public restroom at a show.
"You wanna come back to mine and watch some movie and order pizza?" to be honest it caught Steve off guard, he thought maybe a rockstar like Eddie would just get what he wanted and leave.
"I'd like that, yes" their fingers tangled with each other as they held hands. " I'd like that very much, Eds"
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"Are you ready?" Aether asked softly.
Lumine looked down at their intertwined hands. None of their accessories were glowing with the color of the elements; instead, they shone with the bright white light that they were originally supposed to have. "I don't know," she said honestly. "We've spent so much of our time here in this world."
To their side, on the edge of the never-ending pathway in the sky, stood a closed door. The bridge in the heavens that had been rebuilding itself over and over as it waited for the moment they would be able to leave, had finally been at peace.
"But it was never ours to begin with," Aether said with a pitiful expression. His golden hair reflected the light, his face clean and untarnished, like all that had happened in the last millennium never came to be true. As if they had never separated to begin with.
Lumine made a noise of assent, stroking the back of his hand with her thumb. "It never was. But..."
"I know," Aether said. "We spent so long traveling from region to region, world to world. We're simply just spectators in this world."
"Nothing but tourists," Lumine affirmed. "Only ever watching; we had never stayed in one world for so long."
Aether grinned, a bitter sort of tinge to it. "Well, we can thank Paimon for that," he chuckled. He looked down at the Earth, the massive world they had just explored by themselves. "Do you think they'll remember us?"
"That depends on if there's anyone to remember," Lumine said. "All the gods are dead. The common people have more to worry about than a ragtag pair of wanderers who involved themselves in every nation's business."
Aether laughed. Lumine wanted to cry when she heard it. It had to been so long since they had spent time peacefully with one another, just talking. "You made it sound like we're nobodies," he said, releasing his hand from hers to wipe a stray tear away.
Lumine smiled gently. "We could be," she said. "It just depends on who tells the stories." She sat down on the side of the bridge, her legs dangling off the edge.
Aether quickly sat down beside her. "Which nation do you think is gonna tell the most stories about us?"
She tilted her head to ponder. "Mondstat, one hundred percent. Land of the Wind and Song to be exact. Maybe Inazuma too. They're all for eternity, aren't they?"
"Yeah," Aether replied. "Can't they have eternity without history. Say, do you think Childe will ever get to conquer the world?" Oh, and Ningguang, I wonder if she'll rebuild the Jade Chamber. And maybe they'll even fix the bridge over at-"
"The Unseen Razor!" Lumine exclaimed, hitting her palm a fist. "Maybe Lan from the Adventurer's Guild will finally see the Unseen Razor!"
Aether paused to process that, and then doubled over in hysterical laughter. He calmed himself down, and raised a finger, saying, "Perhaps Pallad will finally stop being reckless. Yeesh!" he cut himself off with another bout of giggles, Lumine laughed beside him.
They spent hours like that, seated on the edge of the bridge, talking about things that had happened, things that might be, things that may never will happen again. When they ran out of topics to discuss, the moon was already high in the sky, the night glittering with stars.
"We had a good time, huh?" Lumine asked.
"We did," Aether answered with a smile. "We definitely did."
Lumine stood up, patting her non-existent dust off her pristine white skirt. She brought a hand up, her palm facing towards Aether. "Windblade?" she said with a grin.
Her brother acquiesced and brought up a palm as well. A ball of white energy condensed and grew in the space in between their hands. It shone brightly in the night, it's light forming four familiar peaks on all directions.
Down in Teyvat, a familiar red Outrider saw the star and made a wish. A sinner of a long forgotten nation made a wish. A Dandelion Knight made a wish. A librarian made a wish. A noble, uncrowned king, an alchemist, a spark knight, a bartender, an astrologer, a lawyer, a yaksha, a writer, an exorcist, a fighter, a samuri- all the people they had met and left during their travels made a silent wish in their hearts.
The twins lifted their arms, bringing the star up along with them.
"May your lives be blessed," The twin in white said.
"May your wishes be fulfilled," The twin in black said.
And finally, they let go. And the star flew up, up, up, and made it's way into the night sky, the brightest amongst all the constellations that adorned it.
"Goodbye," they said in unison.
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honestly started crying. but this is my first post here so please enjoy!!
#genshin impact#lumine#aether#genshin angst#angst#lumine genshin#lumine genshin impact#aether genshin#aether genshin impact#angsty#genshin impact imagine#genshin imagine#genshin imagines#genshin#angst genshin#genshin twins#genshin fic#! xeji
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Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 7
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 ||
I wanted to write more but I gotta STAHP
I'll maybe have some fluff in the next chapter honohnohnonhonohnohnohnonohnohnonhonhonohnohnohnonhnonohnonh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
The clock was ticking.
With every rooftops skipped, Donnie knew that he was getting farther away from where he was actually supposed to be. At least 15 minutes ago.
This night patrol was leading to nothing and his brothers only wanted to scan around the area for any troublemakers. It was a waste of time, a waste of energy, a waste of purpose.
As they finally stopped on top of a building, overlooking a busy street, the tall terrapin took his chance for an escape...
"Guys, I really need to head back."
The three other turtles turned around to face the other.
"... Why? Need a bathroom break?" started Mikey.
Donnie frowned: "What? No! I have some code back home that I had left to compile. And since this patrol is fruitless right now, I'd prefer to check on it."
He noticed Leo and Raph exchanging a glance, the leader than showing some annoyance.
"Can't it just wait? Who says there can't be anything happening soon?"
"Don't ya wanna spend some time with your brothers?" cut in Raphael.
The purple clad one faked a smile: "I think we already spend much time all together." He didn't want to get their approval. "I'll see you all back at the Lair."
For crying outloud, he was a full grown adult! He didn't quite get himself why he'd need some sort of approval or anything.
As he went the opposite way, he quickly flicked his itinerary on his wrist, heading towards his intended destination.
As the three brothers watched the other go, their eyes squinted gradually, following Donnie's path as he kept going across rooftops.
"Is he not gonna drop down for the sewers?" asked the orange one.
Leonardo was already getting suspicious.
"... I don't think so. He must be up to somethin'."
"Let's see what the nerd's up to," added the red banded terrapin.
"You read my mind," concluded the blue one. "Let's move."
***
It took him unfortunately another 15 minutes to reach the abandonned music store, making him 30 minutes late.
As he got to the rendez-vous point, he found the rooftop empty, his mind already worrying that he must've been so late that Vee probably headed back home already.
Getting his phone out so he could text her and apologize, he barely started to type when a faint sound stopped him as he walked close to an entrance to the building.
...
It sounded like music.
He found the door unlocked, the sound already clearer when he peaked inside. Heading down a staircase, Donnie was then walking into a hallway, his path leading him towards a doorless entrance that gave view to a large room.
There were still some old instruments here and there, all covered in a thick layer of dust.
And that's also where he saw at one corner of the room an upright piano, a presence sitting at it.
Vee was peacefully playing, even though the instrument had some keys not perfectly tuned anymore. The terrapin took a moment to take the scene in, somehow entranced by the skills she was exhibiting. There was this grace in her performance; it was like witnessing a hidden part of herself.
...
He felt bad to announce his presence by stepping in and clearing his throat a little.
The woman immediately stopped, looking over her shoulder and showing a smile as she saw him.
"Well well well, look who finally showed up!" she said.
"I'm so sorry," started the mutant as he got closer. "It took me some time to finally get out of patrol.
Vee got up, grabbing a cup she had left on top of the piano, handing it to the male.
"No worries, it gave me a chance to get some practice in. Here- I got you a coffee, but it might be getting cold now. I already drank mine."
Donnie accepted it, already taking a sip. He grimaced a bit after noticing its lukewarm temperature, but still drank the beverage anyway.
"What you were playing sounded nice, what was it?" he asked inbetween sips.
"Ballade slave, by Claude Debussy," answered Vee, first looking at the instrument fondly. "... Anything composed by Debussy is an absolute favorite of mine." She glanced back at the turtle. "But don't get the wrong idea, piano is not my primary instrument. I'm only an amateur - I've learned most of it by myself."
That surprised Donatello a little: "Then what is your main instrument? I know you've studied music, but didn't check for what exactly."
The woman held her head high, her grin filled with pride.
"I'm all about the good ol' saxophone! Spent many years with it, alongside singing. I've also composed in my spare time."
"Well, now I'm curious to hear all of that!"
"All in due time, turtle," added Vee, coming closer. She lightly tapped his left arm, then extending her hand in a waiting gesture to get something. "But first, the data, if you please?"
The mutant smiled lightly, already getting to a pouch attached to his belt. He handed the human a USB stick, then his eyes wandering to her forehead as she inspected the hardware.
"May I?" he asked.
"Hmm?"
Seeing him point towards her bruise, Vee simply shrugged with a "sure", then feeling the mutant's free hand move some of her hair aside only to get a better view of her left side.
The wound was mostly superficial at this point, her bruise now in the usual blueish coloration. His thumb softly brushed against it.
"Does it hurt?"
"If I apply pressure, yeah," answered Vee. "... Don't worry, I won't die. Not yet."
"Wouldn't want that to happen," he added, still looking over.
A quiet chuck escaped the woman, somehow amused to be given any value.
As the inspection was over, she brought the key up: "So, what am I expected to find on there? Any specifics or points of interest?"
Donnie tapped something to his right wrist, allowing a device on the upper part of his right backpack strap to come to life and bring holo screens into view.
Different schematics appeared, alongside command lines and various codes. Scrolling through some information with a simple movement of his hand, Vee could only observe in awe at such a display.
"I don't want to say I'm jealous, but I kinda am," she said, now standing next to him and looking over the data.
Her awe did not escape him, smiling to himself as he brought something of interest into proper view.
"Surprisingly enough, the Purple Dragons have been looking into biometrics. Fingerprints, facial and voice recognition, even medical devices such as blood monitors, and probably more. It all seems to come to down to collecting data about individuals, but something tells me there might be more... "
"Meh, at least I can give the biometric recognition stuff to my client. He'll be happy enough," shrugged Vee.
"You might be more interested to give him information about specs and powerful hardware the Dragons have been developping. ... I would advise not to deliver the metrics data."
"Then why did you give me the information if you don't want me to do something about it?"
Donnie next brought up different news articles into view, their titles all relating to a similar subject.
"People have been disappearing out of nowhere," he started. "It's not at an alarming state so far, but I suspect that as soon as the technology will be more widespread, those instances will only grow higher. ... Call it a hunch, but I'm inclined to believe that they're looking for specific individuals, based on their biometrics."
Vee snorted in amusement: "What, you want us to play detectives together then?"
"We did agree to work together. So in a sense, yes."
Right. Bringing the Foot Clan down. She couldn't see yet how investigating the Purple Dragons could ever lead back to the other criminal organization... But if it allowed her to spend more time with the turtle and get her hands on the green ooze, then she could entertain this idea.
"Alright, boss, whatever you say."
"We'll need to establish a plan on how we'll spread our research," he said, closing the holo screens. "Who are they dealing with, where are they storing the information, are they sharing the data? I'm also expecting us to do some break-ins as well."
"Does your family agrees to that? ... Personally I'm not really looking forward to working with them."
"They, uh ... still don't know," he admitted. "We'd be going without them."
Vee was instantly amused, showing a sly smile as she was then facing him, toying with one of his mask's tails.
"Oh, so I'm your dirty little secret then?"
"Don't say it like that," puffed the terrapin.
She playfully tapped his plastron, then starting to make her way to the rooftop.
"I'm just teasing you," she added. "I can't deny being surprised by your behavior, that's all."
The other followed her: "I'm not too fond of keeping secrets, but that's all I can do for now."
"Sure thing, buddy. Keep telling yourself that and you'll soon find yourself on the dark side, just like me!"
They got outside, Donnie soon getting a hold of her arm with his free hand.
"You just need some guidance to get out of it."
Vee frowned: "I'm a lost cause, turtle."
"If you keep lying to yourself, sure."
Vee's lips formed a thin line, strangely conflicted.
His faith in her seemed awfully misplaced; a naivety that was either genuine or hopeful. She'd never really had anyone see her as anything else than a nuisance, even less so as someone that could ever achieve any good.
She left a hand against his, her tone lightly sarcastic only to accompany her forced smile:
"When the world will stop being shitty to me, I'll believe and be your damsel in distress." She got out of his hold, playfully wailing her arms in theatrics. "Oh, Donatello! Save me from this life of villainy!"
The terrapin didn't hide his amusement, watching her act out as he finished his drink - with a renewed grimace.
Crushing the cup, he was about to throw it at the trashcan down in the street that Vee stopped him, pointing at the object in his hand.
"Can you teach me how to throw it in correctly? Last time I tried when you were away, but failed miserably..."
"Huh, sure!" he answered, surprised by her request.
Donnie handed her the crinkled cup, both then side by side and facing the street.
"It's all in the wrist," he started to explain. "Once you get a feel of the object you want to throw, you'll be able to determine what kind of force you need to apply to your flick. Think of it like throwing a basketball, but instead of going upward, you'll have to aim downward."
"Woah, I can barely make a goal with a basketball, you're already losing me there."
"Wait, here-"
The terrapin got behind her, his right arm going over hers - mimicking her movement - as his left hand got a hold of her right elbow. He slowly went through the motions, explaining the physics behind them and how she'd need to aim.
Vee was grinning all the way through, suddenly enchanted by the proximity. His hold felt strong, yet gentle and precise... To be encased in his arms in such a normal occurence felt like a step she never knew she'd achieve.
"-and then youuuuu- flick!" mumbled Donnie, his right arm lightly following her movement as she threw the cup over.
The object reached its destination with a satisfying clunk, Vee instantly celebrating with cheerful giggles.
"Watch out, NBA, I'll be the next top player," let out Vee, turning around to the male.
"Grow some more, shorty, then you'll be good to go," teased Donnie with a wink.
"Dream crusher!"
***
"Aye, look at him go, what a player," commented Mikey in amusement.
The trio had been watching Donatello and Vee on the roof, witnessing that little teaching moment.
Leonardo exhaled sharply, clearly disapproving the situation.
"... I told him to wait," he said. "Why is he going against us?"
"Well, she does look good," added the orange clad turtle. "Can't blame him for going after that ass."
"She does have a nice ass," said Raph. "We got a nice shot of it one time when Donnie was hackin' into her stuff."
"Guys, can we focus?" stopped Leo with a sneer, exasperated.
That got quiet chuckles out of the other two, the leader still overlooking the scene.
As he guessed that Donatello and the woman were saying their goodbyes, he turned to Raphael.
"Raph, you feelin' up for some interrogation tonight?"
He had asked while pointing towards the human.
"I need you to find out what she knows and to have her stop talking with Donnie."
"Didn't he want her to help or somethin'?" questionned the red clad one.
"Doesn't matter right now. Casey wants her out for the moment. We don't know her motives and it's better that she stays out of the picture."
Raphael sighed with an eyeroll, conceeding: "Aight, chief. I don't think she'll like seein' my face after the warehouse, but whatever..."
As the large one was on his way, Leo next nodded to Michelangelo.
"Let's go. We'll meet Donnie at the Lair."
"Just don't be too harsh on him," commented the other terrapin as they were next going. "You know he wouldn't act against us."
"Let's hope so, or else he's in serious trouble."
***
Donnie wasn't surprised to arrive first at the Lair, greeting his father who was meditating at the center of the main room.
To keep the mood quiet, he headed for his workstation, already opening windows at his compute to continue his previous searches.
His mind did wander back to Vee for a while, remininscing about that small moment they shared. Hanging with her was always ... interesting. Although he could sense her general disdain for things that were deemed "right", he also knew that she was still mindful to it and sometimes gave it a clear thought.
And, frankly, he was starting to appreciate her general being. She was funny, quick, and a good-looking one - that he couldn't deny. Donatello was genuinely starting to care for her... Something he never knew could happen towards anyone that wasn't a relative or long-time friend.
He heard commotion coming from the entrance, steps approaching his way. Peeking away from his screens, it didn't take long before he saw Leonardo standing next to him, brow ridges already frowning.
"What part don't you understand of 'keep her out of it'?" asked the leader
Donnie was taken aback by such a start of conversation.
"... What are you talking about?"
"We saw you with that woman, Don. We know you're still seeing her."
It was now the purple banded mutant's turn to frown.
"I should've known," continued Leo. "That night at the Purple Dragons' warehouse, the way you were interacting with her. Tell me you did ask her to come when we were there."
"No," confidently replied Donatello. "I had no idea she'd be there. It was a complete surprise."
"What does she know? What did you tell her?" the blue one's tone rose.
"That's none of your business."
Oh Leo didn't like that, his nostrils lightly flaring.
"When it comes to this family and critical missions, it sure as hell does. I told you to wait before contacting her again!"
"Well I've waited for too long already!" spat Donnie, getting to his feet and looking down at his brother. "I'm tired of waiting and doubting and not taking any advantages when they're right in front of us. Wake up, for fuck's sake, we need all the help we can get!"
"Donatello!" interjected Splinter's voice from his meditation spot.
Both males were fuming, something that was unusual between them two.
"Stop talking to her and let us do our job," ordered the blue terrapin.
"I won't let you stop me," added the tall one. "We might be onto something, and I can't let her go now. We need to team up."
"Don't be like that, Donnie. I swear, if you don't stop-"
"Enough, Leonardo!"
That time both turtles stopped, turning around to the old rat and Mikey standing nearby.
Their father came closer, clearly disapproving of their dispute.
"I did not raise you boys to go at eachothers' throats," started Splinter. "I already have enough with you and Raphael," he added, pointing at Leo. "I won't have you starting that behavior with Donatello as well."
"Sensei, he-"
"If you want to make your point clear, speak, don't shout. The roar of an ocean deafens, unlike the peaceful flow of a river."
"Woah, deep," commented Mikey.
The group took a pause, the leader taking in a deep breath simply to calm himself. As he was about to speak again, Donnie realized something:
"Wait, where's Raph?"
When Leo didn't speak, Michelangelo took it upon himself:
"He went after that woman, bro. Leo asked him to follow her."
"Mikey!" snapped the blue clad one.
The tall mutant didn't wait up, already fearing for Vee as he rushed past his older brother and went for the exit.
Leonardo was about to go after him, but was stopped once more by the rat.
"Let him go. We will talk again when he'll come back."
***
As Vee got home, the first thing she did was to plug the USB key into her computer, verifying that all the files Donnie showed her were indeed present.
Noticing the biometrics information, she paused, weighing her options....
In some swift clicks, she opened her conversation with her current client:
smooth_criminal: Here are the agreed files. And as a reason for my lateness, I may have sensitive information to offer for an additional price. I would advise not skipping that opportunity, especially if you want to stay ahead in the game.
...
Sure, Donatello had told her not to share the information, but she could still try to sell it...! If the guy said no, that'd be it! Or else, it wasn't her fault.
That seemed reasonable enough.
Her attention snapped when she heard a knocking sound at a window - the one that gave to the fire escape stairs.
At a first glance from afar, there didn't seem to be any presence next to it. Vee frowned, cautiously getting on her feet and approaching the glass.
It couldn't be anyone else than him....
"Donnie?" she said after opening the window and peaking out of it.
Did he forget to tell her something?
"I think ya better start forgettin' that nerd."
She glanced up, noticing a presence sitting at the level above in the metal stairs. As soon as Vee noticed the stranger's shape and their red accents, she gasped and instantly backed inside her living room.
The large terrapin came down, then making his way in as well. Compared to Donatello, he was taking much more space, Vee instantly feeling smaller than she already was.
Raphael first glanced around the room, taking in the view until he landed on the woman.
"I was expectin' more of an evil lair look, but I guess looks can be deceivin'."
"What do you want?"
Vee was trying her damned best to not appear afraid. The behemoth was only getting closer, backing the woman until she bumped her back into her kitchen table. Getting a sai out, the turtle placed the blade below her chin, lifting her face so she could get a better view of him.
"I wanna know what you know," he started. "We believe Donnie's been going behind our backs, and that ain't very professional of him."
"He didn't tell me anything," said the woman. "We were just hanging out."
A quick chuck left Raph: "Ya want me to believe that?" But he was quickly back to a serious look. "Do bettah than that, smooth criminal."
He got his blade away, prefering to look around the apartment some more.
"We know he wants your help in our... mission. But let's just say that right now not everyone in our party wants you included."
Vee was trying to calm her shivers, lightly rubbing under her chin.
"... What's your stance on this?" she dared ask.
The mutant took seat at her couch, the furniture creaking a little but still standing.
His gaze followed her as she slowly made her way towards her computer desk.
"Frankly, I don't give a shit," he answered. "But the moment I find out you're goin' behind our backs, ya gonna regret the moment you were ever born."
Vee let out a weak laugh: "What, you'd kill a woman?"
"Do ya think I ever killed anyone?"
Their eyes locked, Raph obviously wanting to gage her reaction and thinking. The human could barely hold it, frankly a bit scared to truly know...
And he indeed did not clarify.
"What do ya know?" he asked once more.
"Nothing important..."
"Woman, I swear, ya better talk-"
"I don't care about your damn 'taking the Foot clan down' mission," cut Vee, raising her tone. "Look, I only saw names and now Donnie thinks that the Purple Dragons are maybe kidnapping people. That's all I know." She pointed towards her opened window. "Now get the fuck out of my apartment!"
Raphael was back up again, his stance menacing as he approached Vee once more.
In a flash, the woman grasped a pencil laying on her desk, holding it firmly as if holding a knife sideways, ready to strike.
The terrapin stopped, first looking at the makeshift weapon with wide eyes. He instantly exploded in laughter:
"That ain't gonna do shit against me!"
Vee finally realized her position, frowning at her hold. Seeing the turtle still laughing, she prefered to then throw the pencil at him in a fit of rage mixed with fear.
That stopped the terrapin right away, his frown instant.
"Don't try my patience, it's very short," he warned.
"Please, go away," she said in a small voice.
Raph tsked, gesturing her whole frame.
"Ya call yourself a villain? Look atchu; all shaken up and shit."
Vee could only shake her head a little, trying to calm her shivers once more: "... I never meant to become a villain. I had no choice. I didn't know what else to do."
...
She never thought she'd acknowledge that in such a moment, especially with someone she barely knew.
The terrapin frowned, as if disgusted by her weakness.
"Ya ain't no danger," he noted to himself. "Fuck, everyone's getting all paranoid for nothin'..."
He only needed to grab Vee's shoulder, getting her closer only to make himself clear.
"Keep yourself out of our stuff. If we spot you with Donnie again, it's not gonna be just me bargin' in here."
"Next time I'll be prepared," let out Vee.
That got a quiet chuckle out of Raph, letting go of the woman and gently tapping her cheek in amusement.
"Sure, doll."
He next made his way towards the window, giving a glance at the human before slipping out. Looking inside one last time, he pointed at Vee:
"Remember; stay outta our shit!"
And with that he disappeared.
...
Vee remained frozen for a moment, somehow expecting him to come back in at any second.
Once she realized that was truly alone, she feebly made her way towards her couch, sitting down and letting her face fall into her palms.
She really did say that outloud... She really did say that she had no other choice...
At once the weight of many mistakes fell down on her, along the fear she just experienced. She felt like nothing more than a cornered prey, biting down on more than she could chew instead of running away and saving herself.
Every actions she ever took had lead to this moment, this horror. This feeling that she was alone in the world, unable to escape this vicious cycle she had fallen into.
Tears left her without effort, falling back into her couch, face still hidden in her hands after she'd remove her glasses in a swift movement. Her chest felt heavy, unable to breathe and get any clear thoughts.
She wanted to escape. She wanted to run away. She wanted to disappear and never be found again.
"Vee?"
She jumped, a hand over her heart as her eyes went instantly to the still opened window.
Without her glasses Vee couldn't really make out the shape of who was there, but by the voice's tone she knew it was Donatello.
He didn't even ask if she was okay. He must've noticed her tears.
Instantly getting in, he removed his backpack only to make himself more comfortable and then headed her way, sitting down by her side.
Vee squinted, trying to better decipher his traits with her shit vision.
"... What are you doing here?" she questionned, her voice raspy from sadness.
"Raph was here, didn't he?"
She vaguely gestured towards the window: "You just missed him. Go out and you should catch up to him."
"I won't."
"Then what do you want?" she asked dryly.
"I just wanna make sure you're okay," he simply answered, gently.
That shut Vee up, her harsh eyes now softening.
She couldn't bare looking at him as she felt some more tears coming up, her chest clenching.
"... Why do you care about me?" she said in the tiniest, most broken tone.
That next got some sobs out of her, trying to hide herself once more.
She barely heard a soft "come here", next feeling her frame get enclosed between arms and soon against the turtle's form.
...
Vee never allowed herself to be this vulnerable in front of anyone, but this time she didn't hold back.
It did feel nice at some point, the terrapin's hands slowly petting her in soothing motions, tenderly nuzzling the top of her head.
At once, the woman felt safe.
She knew that he truly cared.
((Part 8))
#it's-a-moi#villain au#usual sorry for any mistakes#I'm sorry to any Raph lovers - I know I'm writing him a bit like a bastard :')#he'll be better later - I promise#also Leo is a bitch AS USUAL HAHAHA
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Asking about "What if Nothing" not because I dont know but because I am desperate for a little peak at the next part👀
😂 Well if you're desperate... let me see if I can help with that.
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So "What if Nothing" is my workdoc for the What if Nothing series. The next fic is currently titled "These Wolves, They Keep on Scratching at My Heart" but I've already changed it once so it might change again. It's about John coming to grips with the fact that he's thrown his lot in with Todd, and what that means for him personally. And also what it means to the rest of the galaxy, because they consider all Wraith pretty much the same and he has to kind of prove himself when he happens on a culling and also runs into Ronon. Meanwhile Todd has been absent too much so he has to go back to the hive and do Commandery stuff, which involves following up on some rumors about an outcast Wraith who knows about a way to sustain Wraith without feeding on humans, among other things. I haven't decided if they also finalize things with the Asurans in this story or if that needs a separate story.
This is all I have so far:
Before John leaves Todd to go hide the ZPMs and shop for supplies, Todd gives him a knife.
The handle is elaborately carved, and the black leather sheath has a pattern of iratus embossed all down the edge.
“The quality is good. Use it to trade for the items you need,” Todd says. “Here.” He shrugs out of his coat, pulling it around John's shoulders. “Tell them you killed me and took it. They will not suspect you of the truth then.”
John swallows. “I don't-” he begins, but doesn't know what he intended to say after that.
Todd's eyes are bright, and John has to pull him close and kiss him again, Todd’s arms around him and John holding the knife in one hand, the other tangled in Todd's thin shirt, holding on to him.
“Do not be foolish, Sheppard,” Todd murmurs against his mouth. “Tell them you killed me to get it.”
John leans back and snorts. “Trust me, I have some experience hiding illegal relationships.” It's supposed to be a joke; probably not a great one given what got him into this mess. “Anyway.” He looks away from Todd. “I've got plenty of stories about killing Wraith so they don't think to ask if I like fucking them.”
Todd sighs. “I dislike sending you alone.” His hands linger on John, smoothing the coat over his front.
There's something warm in John's chest that feels like it wants to explode. “I'll be fine.”
“Of course you will,” Todd agrees. He steps back with another sigh. “I must go.”
“Yeah.” John's hand goes to touch the coat he wears.
“It may take some time for the virus to work on the Asuran planet,” Todd says. “It need not weigh on your mind that you complete this errand before we go to examine their progress.”
John snorts. “Better to hurry than dawdle.” That jolts him into action the way nothing else had. “Shouldn't take me long. See you in three days, tops.”
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John visits the first two worlds on Todd’s list without incident, hiding ZPMs under the floor of an abandoned building and in a cave under a frozen waterfall. The third address has Wraith present, and John hides the ZPM under an outcropping of energy rich rocks on the other side of the planet. That's him two-thirds done with the first errand in under twelve hours.
On the fourth planet he gets careless and is almost caught by another Wraith. On the plus side he gets to try out his new knife.
He's sitting on one side of the jumper, panting, looking over at the blood slowly drying on the dead Wraith's coat, and he thinks he has an answer to something that's been nagging at him.
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Prepared for his second errand, John lands the jumper on a planet his team explored last year, now deserted after a Culling, and then gates to Fellar for the market there.
He trades some of the gear from the jumper for some shirts. No one asks why the duffel bag he hands over is stamped USAF and he doesn't ask where a Pegasus merchant got shirts with labels that say “made in Texas.” Apparently the market for Earth fashions isn't great, and the duffle is worth four shirts.
He waits till he finds a tailor to bring out the Wraith coats- Todd’s and the Wraith he stabbed. “I want to sell this material. Any market for it?”
The woman looks up from her needlework and frowns at him. “I can take it, but I can't give you much for it,” she says. “There isn't much call for Wraithskin, but it's durable. I can use it for scraps and linings.”
John looks around at the samples of her wares. “Could I get this one tailored to fit me?” he asks as casually as he can.
She looks up from her needle to level a long look at him. She looks down. “It would be cheaper than buying one new. Provided you found the right tailor.”
He exhales. “Then you're not interested.”
She snorts. “You don't have anything to trade.”
He pulls out Todd's knife. The tailor tenses, but John tuck the knife under his arm for the moment and holds up the tooled leather sheath and belt.
Her eyes flicker in interest but she shakes her head.
“I could do something for you,” John offers. The tailor's look can only be described as suspicious, and he elaborates hastily, “Physical labor, or something.”
“Hmmm.”
He watches her needle move for several minutes.
She sets down her work. “Seven days, doing all my labor so that I can concentrate on this, and I keep the other coat, the belt, and all scraps.”
John hesitates. “I have an appointment in two days I can't miss.”
She snorts. “Four days. No less. And it won't be fancy.”
John takes a deep breath. “I'll need a new sheath for the knife. Something simple.”
She nods.
“Okay,” John says. “You have a deal.”
She gives him a long look then nods. She puts down her needlework and fetches a tool from her supplies. “You can start by ripping these seams out for me.”
John cuts out the seams on both sides of Todd's coat.
“Do you want to keep the length?” She asks, eyeing him as he works.
John hesitates. “Some. Past the knee,” he says recklessly. He has a coat in college that he loved that was longer like that. The tailor's eyes linger on him like she knows and he continues, “could you make it with lapels like this,” he mimes out the shape, “with buttons here?”
She smiles in a way that softens her face and nods.
When he's done with that he cuts the other coat into strips about an inch wide. His hands hurt from the unfamiliar activity of gripping the shears she gave him to use, and thankfully after that it's time to help her pack up her market stall and head home.
“My name is John,” he says as they're walking. “You know. Just in case you need to yell something at me.”
She smirks. “Yalanna,” she replies. He has to assume that's her name.
Yalanna turns out to live with her sister's family; she sends John out to help her brother-in-law with the farm, and when he comes back in he learns he's signed on to do farmwork for the next few days, Yalanna will stay home from the market to work on his coat with help from her youngest niece, and her older niece, whom John is replacing in the field, will go to town to open the stall and sell Yalanna's wares.
It's an uncomplicated few days. John learned enough about horses when he was younger to not be entirely worthless on a farm, but he’s never done labor like this before, pacing up and down endless rows with the ploughbeasts, bending down to run his fingers through dirt to break it up before standing and moving on to repeat. He wants to be worried about Todd, the Asurans, Atlantis, but he falls onto his pallet in the stable every night and sleeps deeply without dreaming.
Yalanna has him try on the coat when she's done pinning it how she likes and before she sews in the final seams. John is surprised by how much he likes it. He runs his hands down the material and flips the collar up to cover his neck.
Yalanna looks satisfied. “I will have it finished tomorrow,” she says.
John’s lost track of time but he thinks that will be five days actually. He doesn't say anything, because it's good work.
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I don't think Mike is arrogant - he's just really talented, and really invested in his music, so things have to be "just so". And complex music might be easy for him, and lesser artists may read that as arrogance.
Also I think he bores easily: a lot of the banter is to shake things up, 'cause he's bored. And he likes audience participation, he likes to feel that energy, so if the audience is too subdued he provokes them into reacting.
About the grey-ace thing, my own personal interpretation is that he doesn't like to be objectified, and he doesn't like to be hit on constantly, while having to let people down gently, or extricating himself politely from awkward situations. He's not vain, he's not interested in being teen-heartthrob, abs-of-steel good looking. He may very well be into kinky shit, or just the energy he gets from the audience playing into it. The show is a show, you know what I mean? He likes theatrical self presentation, and he likes to keep some part of himself private.
You never get a creepy vibe from Mike - and he's an old man saying very inappropriate things while wearing S&M gear, if you think about it. But still, zero creepiness - he's not a leering lothario. You see him like that, and you think "Mike, what a guy, let me get him a piadina".
Ya, that's the thing....he's that good good mix of extremely talented but maybe a little self deprecating...in that he doesn't even quite know/believe how good he really is so it's a wonder that other folks can't as easily achieve the same level of perfection. Like....he just happened to meet and be friends with other extremely talented musicians in his podunk high school and that set him up to be disappointed often.
For sure he gets bored easily - and the tour schedule is such a grind...I think the only thing keeping him going, besides caffeine, big meals and maybe the odd porn binge, is that audience energy...if he's putting in all that work to fucking be there and be on, the least he can expect is to be fueled with either love or hate or an odd mix of both....and that's why, when the band gets booed (see DV and Sno-Core Bungle, or Tool-opening Tomahawk) Mike somehow seems even more on...that hate energy is potent stuff and I think he really does feed off of it, because hell, what else is he supposed to do? And putting his most extreme self out there also probably helps protect his personal private self.
Indeed the show is the show....every once and a while I bounce back to "nah he's probably some regular guy who is just private to the extreme - it's all an act." BUT I will say, that I think he actually is like...a little vain. Like, I think he wants to look good, but his definition of looking good is just a little off kilter, and also tempered by the fact that he knows if he really goes for it, he'll never know peace. And honestly.... I think that might be a bit of a struggle for him. I think he likes his fashion accessories, I think he likes his hair, I think he likes his scars, I think he likes being mostly peach fuzz. (If he wasn't at least a little vain, he wouldn't have shaved his widow's peak...my guess is that his hairline receded just a little bit when he turned 30 and he didn't like that his widow's peak might have accentuated that). I fully agree though that he hates being objectified - it's just funny to me that his response is to it all IS that hyper-sexuality.
And YES - it's so nuts how he can 100 percent of the time put out the non-creepy vibe. Golly, it's amazing really. AND if I was really getting into it, my thesis would be on how his lack of creepiness is what informs a lot of speculation over his sexuality. Like..if he WAS a leering lothario, there'd be no question that he's a cis-het fucking douchebag of a dude, but because he can somehow put out such sex-laced content without being creepy, it feels like there must be something "off" (not at all in a negative way, just that...it's more complicated that just cis-het). Ya feel me?
I want to get him a piadina so bad....so bad it turns out, that like...I found that there's this weird US chain of piadina shops and there's one in Raleigh I think?? And I literally was like....hm....should I get Mike one for the show??? But nah, bc, honestly, it's probably a shitty US chain version.
#anon asks#i feel like i have even more to type but my poor brain#and you poor people reading this shit#still loving this convo - i want to hear all the mike theories pls#mike patton
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!! i just noticed you answered my ask and haven't been on for a while ! it didn't notify me so sorry bb! I would love Elita with a bot! she/her reader who is shorter than Elita, only coming up to her chest. And if you do more smutty stuff have Elita be the more dominant one {I just think she gives off top energy} and maybe reader is trying to get Elita away from her work or to just relax, or random moments between them which ever is easier for you 🥰xoxo
Yesterday, today, and a thousand tomorrow's.
Pairing: Elita One x Reader
Reader type: Female Bot Reader
Song: Honey Bee- Steam Powered Giraffe
Warnings: Nothing but smut and fluff.
Tags: @rawmeknockout my dude I hope it's ok I tagged you in this but you like Elita right?
An: Nah don't worry my dude. I get it stuff happens. I was genuinely excited to write this one to. Sorry about the wait though! I hope you enjoy!
"You work so much. You know that?" Your voice is soft when you speak. Watching as your conjunx files away yet another data pad. Her answer is a hum and a look from grey blue optics. You shrug and go back to your own work.
Which currently consisted of watching Elita work. Studying her smooth motions. Fixating on the tip of her glossa peaking from between her lips. The sublet shift of her weight. Watching still as she stretched. The curve of her chest and she rises and falls.
Another data pad is finished. A new one quickly taking it's place before her.
With a heavy sigh you pick yourself up and drop the pad you were working on. Elita has been working nearly the entire cycle. Something you sought to rectify.
You rounded the desk she was working at. The tips of your digits brushing along it's cool surface. Your hips sway as you round a corner. Those same digits follow up her arm and to her shoulder. Skin across her chest plate as you sit herself in her lap.
A soft chuckle.
"Getting bored now are we?" You give a laugh of your own and curl up further in her lap.
"Is it a crime to love my conjunx?" You ask. Elita presses her lips to your helm. Her free arm coming to wrap around your waist. You press your helm into the crook of her neck. "You work so much. You deserve something nice." You mutter. Press a kiss to her neck.
"Mmm. Is that so?" Her servo rests on your thigh. You hum in response. Sit up and push the data pad away from her.
You lift yourself to straddle her thighs instead. Placing your helm back to where it was. You feel more than see her servos following up and down your thighs. She pulls you back. Lifts your chin with a single digit.
"And what are you getting at, my spark?" You grin. Shifts your hips. You feel a faint crackle of charge as you do so.
Elita laughs. Pure and sweet.
"I suppose I can put off work. Just for a moment." You laugh. Smile and grin.
"It better be longer than a moment." You grab her servo. Lay a kiss to the palm of it. "I've missed you. It's cold without you beside me." Her optics grew soft. Her lips turned to a frown.
"For that I am sorry, my dear spark. I." You cut her off. Bring her helm to rest on your own.
"I know. I know. This war has brought nothing but pain." You pull back. "But it has brought me you. And that is one bit of peace I am never giving back." Elita laughs and stands to rise. You fall from her lap. Landing on your feet.
When Elita rises to her full height you have to look up. Just barely your helm brushes her chest. Despite many making fun of your shorter stature you never found it to be an issue. It brought you Elita. And you've never felt quite as safe as you did curled up into her arms late at night. Her body covering yours from any bad from the outside.
Elita grabs your servo. Pulls you close to her and gives a chaste kiss.
"Follow me y/n." Her words are low. Sweet from her lips as she leads you from the office to your berth room. "Let me make it up to you." You say nothing. Only glad for the fact that she has stopped working. Even for a moment.
She deserved nothing less than the world. You'd give her the stars if you could. Now hidden behind smog and smoke.
Elita brought you to your shared berth. Gently, she laid you down. Her frame coming atop your own. You reach up. Cradle her jaw in your servos. Bring her down for a kiss.
Soft and sweet it was. It pulled you in. Captured you. Left you gasping as your body grew with charge. "My lovely femme." Elita breathed out. Captured your lips once again. "My sweet girl." Her lips left yours. Trailed down your jaw and to the cabling on your neck. Sucking until energon welled behind the soft cables.
"Elita." Her name fell from your lips. Speaking her name as if it were the most precious gem on Cybertron. And to you it was. The name of your conjunx. The femme you would forever give your life to. "Elita please." You spoke again.
Her mouth went further. Over your chest plates where your spark sung to hers. Called out to it's other half. Full of need. Want. Love.
It went to your thighs. Your legs falling open as Elita laid her love there. To your open valve. Her lips on you the sweetest bliss you have ever felt.
"My spark." She spoke. "My pretty femme. Look at you. So sweet for me. So open." She helped you through your first overload. Her spark pulling yours until you rose higher and higher. Charge crackling across your frame until you fell. Came down from the high. "Look at you. Oh look at you." She crawled over you. Lips still coated in your fluids.
Elita kissed you once more. You could taste yourself in her lips as her plates pulled back. Spike springing forth as she pushed into you. Hips softly rolling as noises spilled past you. Her name is a chant for those to hear.
Your chest plates pulled back on their own. You spark calling out to hers. Elita hums from above you. Her own plates pulling back.
The room is bathed in soft blue light. It darkens and brings forth the features on your conjunxs face. Her lips curve as she leans forward. Her sparking merging with yours.
Love. It spoke. Love and yearning.
Everything. You were everything to her.
The two of you fell. Sparks retreating back into their housing. Elita fell to the side of you. Drawing you into her arms.
"My love." She spoke. "My dear spark." She called you. "I love you." Elita whispered. " I loved you yesterday. Today. And I will for a thousand tomorrow's." She spoke these words every night. A promise to you.
"I love you too." You told her. Holding her servo with yours. Bringing it to kiss her knuckles. "Until the day we join the well and after." Came your response.
#maccadam#transformers#elita x reader#elita one x reader#female reader#request#holy shit this was fun lol#valveplug
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