#Erlang x reader

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can you do black myth erlang shen x reader please 🥺

It hurts. Please, it hurt. Stop!

Are you even speaking? Spears and swords don't stop to fall over you, and you wonder if you can even feel pain any longer.

You just wanted them to stop.

Those are celestial guards, fighters of the gods, and they have no mercy on the mortals, especially the ones that plan to revive the great sage. And you were so unlucky to have lost your friend.

How could it have happened?! Why was it happening?! They didn't see how already in pain you were?! They keep it going, and they laugh!

You just want everything to stop; your vision is just red and dark.

Then a light strike, and you're not in pain anymore. Ah...so is here where you die? You wanted at least to say something to Yuán Fèn and Bajie, maybe a goodbye...

You didn't get the chance to end your mission. You feel bad, mostly for these things.

///

Suddenly, icy air fills your lungs.

It's sudden and painful, and it's mostly a sign that you're pretty much alive but very much hurt. You can't see properly; your vision doesn't work so well. Why can you see only with your left eye?!

You tried to reach your head with your hands but could sense only the pressure of one of them. Something is attached to your face—just the same sensation on your left hand. 

Gauzes, someone had put some bandage on your face and hand. You still tried to move your right harm, but you can't feel so much; did it fall asleep? 

You tried to put yourself up but met only a wave of more pain in both of your legs. You wanted to scream, moan, or anything, but you could only wheeze, coughing from the dryness. 

Only then you felt something—rushing movements—they were fast and so many. Many small people? Or just one thing with so many legs? You couldn't tell; wherever you were was so dark. The rush of the feet stopped when some more heavy ones got closer to you. Someone had held your head gently, raising it from the cuschion where you were, then something smooth and cold touched your lips, a bowl maybe. 

A liquid started to carefully flow in your mouth, avoiding you to suffocate or spill it. It was... so bitter. It felt awful, but your throat started to feel better. It was warm.

You tried to understand who was tending to you, so you kept looking at the looming figure. Were they talking to you? He seemed like a man by his posture and

No, it couldn't be. It must have been a dream or a sick joke. You gulped, but before you could do anything, Erland had already put you back in your bedding.

///

Oh, how much you wished that was just a delirious dream and allucination provoked by the pain. Tò be just the product of your mind, another of those visions that you had during your adventure.

Instead It was true—scarefully true.

He didn't speak too much; he didn't speak at all. He just tended to your wound, fixed the bed, made you drink that bitter liquid of his, and then went back to... something. He was just there, doing something in that desolated place. 

The house was small, very small; the only objects present there were the bed where you were recovering, some big jars, a small bundle of sheets in a corner, and a fireplace, where usually the pot mumbled and boiled something that you guess he was feeding you.

It wasn't like you couldn't do much in your state; the only thing you could do was just sleep and hope that nothing bad could happen.

And when you didn't sleep, you thought.

Why was he caring for you? He was preparing you for a formal execution? Was he planning to kill you in front of all the monkeys and Yuán Fèn? Maybe hunting you for fun?

Every time those worries started to come into your head, you felt nothing but pure fear and pain. You should have died there. It would have been merciful. 

One day you finally broke that silence, the day you realized that the absence of sensitivity in your right heart was because there was nothing there. One of the soldiers had damaged so much your harm that it was cute off.

You started to panic, to move, and to make sounds that were near a lament. Then you felt something nudging and crying next to your face, pressing and lapping, then something stronger trying to stop you.

"You need to stop; your wounds may reopen."

He seemed calm in his tone, and he kept his composure even when you started to punch him in the chest and get out of him and that place.

"Of you're in pain, tell me. So I can fix it. I have medicines, but you need to calm down."

How could you calm down?! You're hair was ripped off! You kept struggling, moving your stump against him, trying to gain anything, but nothing came to you. He realized the situation and stod up.

"Don't worry, I prepared everything."

And so he revealed, inside one of the big jars, covered in the same strange bitter medicine, your severed harm, that was still moving, imitating the movement that you were trying to do with it.

///

And so, things didn't change that much, except that he was taking your limb in a magic option, and he was taking you the same things to heal your wounds.

He said that, by mortal standard, death was inevitabile, but with that medicine he could save your harm and your eye, which you learned was lost, and he just kept it there. The creepyness of the hole organs in a jar aside, you felt like something was clearly wrong.

He was Erlang Shen! The deity that struck down Sun Wukong! The one that had officially killed him! Why was he curing you?!

You couldn't trust him; you could trust Yaoguais and all but him?! NEVER!

"Came on," he tried to make you drink again the medicine; "without it, your body will take longer and the harm won't stick."

"Firstly," you said, moving the bowl away from your."I'm not a paper doll that you can just fix with glue. And secondly, I don't trust you!"

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already. Instead, I'm tending to your wounds. Is not trustful enough?"

For him, it was more like taking to a child that refused the cough syrup.

You rolled your eyes; he was right—he could have killed you, and the possibility of being dead by his hand still lingered. Your only option was to play whatever game he was playing and try to get the first chance to escape from... wherever you were. By the look of the outside, where are you back to the New West? The snow was its notable characteristic after all.

After another nudge of the deity, you finally took the bowl from his hand and swallowed in one gulp the medicine. Your face produced a grimace by the savor.

"Ugh! It's so bitter...what did you put in this staff?!"

"I don't make medicine. I take it from the celestial court."

That I take it was more similar to stealing it. But, for your own sake, you held your tongue. When made sure that all the medicine was consumed, he hummed, satisfied, and silently sat near the fireplace.

Now, with a better look, you realized that it wasn't a house per se, but a very small temple. 

"Why did you steal someone else's shrine?"

After that sentence, you thought Mayube would hear him complain about your insolence or just to tell you to shut up. Instead, he kept tending to the fire, using a long metal rod.

"I didn't steal it; it's mine."

"Yours?" You seemed perplexed. "It's so simple. I thought you had something a little more."

He chukled a little without diverting his gaze. "I don't want to attract attention."

What a strange man, you thought, and so you decided to go back to sleep. But still, one question needed an answer.

"When I was on the brink of death," you spoke between the sheets. "You were saying something. What did you say?"

He stode silently, stopped in his thought, then spoke.

"That I won't allow you to die."

///

On your surprise, you found out that one of the most tolerable things there was no one else but Xiaotian Quan, Erlan's loyal dog. Despite his scary look, the jaws that could easily rip of your head, and the fact that it was a deity, that dog was everything but pure joy.

You couldn't understand why, but it just adored you, snuggling to you when the fire died during the night, asking for food whenever its master wasn't looking. How could you resist?!

"You're so nice, you know that?"

Every time the god left the house for hunting, something you learned he did on a daily basis for all of your meals, the duty of guarding you, maybe monitoring your escape, was set on the dog. You obliged to stay in its warm, caressing his mantle and scratching his muse.

"You're very cute... I wonder if you feel lonely here. I would be, but I'm mostly bored."

You sighed, turning in the bed. You tried to avoid thinking about your state and all. Erland said that it was almost time to reattach the arm, but you still need the medicine for your legs and eye.

"I hope Yuán Fèn is all right... I hope everyone is safe. Things were getting off lately. Everything is...."

You massaged your poor eyes with your good hand.

"I really hope that Sun Wukong is worth the pain!"

You didn't want to have doubt; you wished that your faith was strong like Yuán Fèn and Bajie's, but everything was so hard. How could they just accept it? And staying there, medicated by the one that had killed that you guys were trying to revive, didn't help at all. That statement...what wnated you alive? What was his game?

Come to think of it, no one ever came to come for you—not a deity, not a celestial warrior, not a Yaoguais. It was like no one knew where you were except for the dog and Erlang. Was he hiding you? But for what reason?

You stopped thinking about it when you heard the sound of a huge deer falling to the ground and the sound of a knife starting to cut the meat. Does it really need to do it right there!? Even Bajie had so much decency to move away or wait for you and Yuán fèn to sleep!

He seemed too concentrated to care, so he kept going with his work and stopping the dog to come to him and try to take some meat for himself.

It was...almost a cute scene... Blood of the poor deer aside.

"What are you doing in this?" You finally decided to break that silence.

"You need to eat, no?"

"No, I don't..." You covered your face with your hand. "I mean this! Helping me, curing me, and all! Why?"

"I have my own motives. Wich, I prefer to keep to myself for now." He said, giving a small slice of meat to Xiaotian, letting it lick the blood from his fingertips.

"And you? You're clearly not cut out for this; what is it that you searching for in this quest of yours?"

"I just want to go home. They said that, maybe, Sun Wukong knows a way to send me back. I don't know if it's true, but it's worth the shot." 

You didn't even know why you admired it; you just said it. Maybe it wasn't such a big revelation in your head; it's not normal for someone to go back to where you belong, even if this desire wasn't so strong in recent days. He hummed and kept on cutting and putting the meat in the pot on the fire, alongside some water. He didn't say much; he just acknowledged it, you thought.

"And what if I can do that and send you home?"

Your eyes widened as you looked at the man who had just admitted that he could have done that from the beginning, like he was just telling you some directions on the road. But then suspects rose again.

"What's the catch?"

He stopped, finally looking at you, straight in your eyes.

"You stop this foolish quest of yours, alongside your friend. Give up the relics, and I'll send you back. No more fighting, a normal life."

You loved your gaze, looking at your still remaning bandage hand. He could do that; he could send you back. In front of you, stirring a suo, there's your way home ticket. And the price...

A fire started in your chest, looking at him with a newfound vigor.

"Are you basically telling me to give up?!"

"Tò surrender..."

"Then I refuse! Me, Yuán Fèn, and Bajie had made the impossible! The sacrifices that we made, what we had accomplished... NO! I will never betray my friends! I'll find my way home on my own terms!"

"And what if Wukong is not able to help you? What'll you do then?"

"Then...then I'll still search for a way! I'll never turn my back on the Destined One, NEVER!"

At this rate, you really started to fear that he could be angered by your stubbornness and loyalty towards your friend; instead, he rested quite, with a small smile on his face.

He seemed satisfied, and I kept cooking while you decided to stay silent after that outburst. He truly was something hard to get...

After a few hours, the same soup was served to you, and... It wasn't that apprising. It didn't smell bad or have a bad smell; it was just so blended with every one of your senses. It was just boiled meat in some water.

"There, eat now. You still need some energy."

You held the bowl, admiring how some good pieces of meat had gone wasted in some hot water with not even vegetables or some actual condiments. You took a sip of it; the savor was more of some dirty hot water, blood that had remained in the pot, and the disappointment of being fed like this.

"Are you sure you're a deity?" 

"What kind of question is this?"

"Because to be one, your cooking skill really stinks. Do you even know salt exists?"

At this point, you really thought that you were done. You gulped a chunk of meat, afraid to look at the face of the man, imagining how enraged he must be after hearing such an insult. You really couldn't keep your mouth shut, did you?! Why did you have to meet all those friendly deities that didn't care about status?! Now you must have angered the ONLY deity that you really didn't want to!

"Umpf, I never cooked for anyone. You try if you're that good."

You raised your eyes and...a pouty child, an kid that his mother had taken away the dough because he was making a mess with the flour. His arms crossed, offended by a remark that was true, by the way, his feet tapping the floor in a sign of nervousness, pinting out that your comment had left a mark on him, and his gaze...fixed on somewhere else in the room, maybe on his dog, enjoying its meal with the head of the deer.

Did you embarrass him?

The next day, he was able to gain some good ingredients. Some chilies, some salts and peppers, even some nice fresh onions. Where did he find them? You'll never know, but you must admit, he was quite good at following your distractions. He was careless and followed every step by your hand, and at the end of the job, he ate the soup in silence, without saying anything after that.

He must have found it quite good too.

///

"WAIT! Wait, wait, wait, please! Can't we ask someone else?!"

"No one will be able to help us. I can handle it; please stay still." He took away from the fire the long and thick needle and the silk string attached to the end of it.

"NO! At least put me to sleep! It's going to hurt like hell!" You tried to move away from the stump, only to be stopped by his hand.

"I could rip off your head; that would be more problematic than harm. I'll be fast, but you must stay still." He removed the bandages from what was left of your limb, positioning the severed arm near it.

You gasped, a small tear escaping your eye. You were scared.

He noticed his free hand handing you a piece of wood.

"In your mouth...you'll need it.". 

///

It was like you never lost it to begin with. The same medicine was now an ointment to apply, and he reattached them to help the regrow of the lost parts. Your legs started to feel better too; you could walk with his help or a cane. Xiatian too was a nice helper in that case, being your support and all when you regain your ability to move.

But you were really bored.

"And what...is this?" He motioned towards the numbers of some mini-Snowman, tall as a doll, that you were stilkl making around.

"I don't like talking to you, so I made some company from myself."

"Ah..." he silently reached you, sitting at your side but never disturbing your work.

"They are people that you know?"

"All of them—me and Yuán Fèn—had met them in our journey. Some of them are good; some of them needed the right way; others are lost."

All of them were made with the same round shape, making them similar, but each one had at least one feature that made it different and special. He pointed out one with some small detail on the face.

"Who's the one there?"

"The third spider sister! She's just so nice, you know? They all have the right to hate us, but she's quite the mediator! She loves poetry, and her dresses are so lovely! I like to talk with her; she kind of likes humans!"

"Oh, the spider Yaoguai...and the big one there?"

"The second prince of the flowing sand. He's sad, but he's always nice to me. I hope he can recover soon with his brother."

"I see...and the destine done?"

"Here!" You held pridefully the small snowman, a stick in his hand, and a happy face. So near to your feet, it must have been the first one you had made.

"You really care for him..." 

"I do! He's my friend! ...a very...good friend." He had noticed that silent spark that screamed to be freed from the bounds of morality and friendship. You too were bound after all.

"Well, they're not perfect, but here they are! All my friends! I hope they're fine."

"And where are you? Where's the Bián huá?"

"Oh...me, eh?... I'm not that cool like them. I can just be the one who makes the funny little snowman."

He raised his eyebrow, noticing how little of yourself you were talking. He raised his hand, moving the snow like a whirlwind. The snow, by moving, was forming a small sculpture with your exact semblance.

"....Show off." You blunter out.

///

"And so, my uncle decided to leave the quarry and let it go."

Your laugh echoed in the small shrine. Erlang never noticed how genuine it was before that night.

"You're terrible! I can't believe they ask of all people but you to take care of Wukong!"

"Well," he said, drinking some wine, "I was the only one with enough power to do so, and..." he chuckled, smiled, looking to the ground, and sighed, "He and I... we were so similar. I know no one could have ever bested me, but him."

The words he said, you wonder, how many times he hopes to express those feelings to someone but never finds the right one? How long he kept those weights on his chest? When he talked, he didn't sound like someone full of glory and of himself for defeating one of the strongest warriors in the universe; he seemed sad, melancholic, and regretful.

"Were you friends?"

"...I guess we were." He then aptted your shoulder.

There, something moved in your head. Everything changed; you were no more on that mountain; the shrine had become a vast expanse of clouds; so many people around you—the same that had hurt you.

There were some... no, they couldn't be the Yaoguasi king?! Why were they there?! And...Erlang...why he's covering his hand?

"You have to go to sleep now; you still need to rest."

And, without being able to express anything, he left you there, asking yourself what you just saw.

/// 

The day passed; your body came back to your old vigor, but something was different that day. The air was thick, the snow was falling, and Erlang Shen, after so many days, had finally started to show more emotions than his natural calmness. He was waiting for something.

"Erlang?" You spoke to him, observing how connected he was in front of the fire. Xiaotian was near him, waiting for something like its master.

"About me... sending you home... forgive my lie, dear one. I do not know how to do that."

You were just reaching him to his small spot, near the fire place that he had started in the courtyard, when you stopped in your tracks after hearing him. What? Was that a lie?

"A...lie?...w-why did you?"

"Many before you came... and all of them were swawed away from this path...but you..." His kind eyes met yours. "You surprised me many, many times here."

It was... a test? He was testing your faith. Your trust in the Destined one? And then again, he kept silent, thinking about these weeks alone with you.

You befriended many Yaoguai, chosen kindness. You, that stode in the center of the storm, still believed so little of yourself.

You were a shining star, not knowing how important you were. You started to be important for many... and for him. But this... this is another story.

"Time is near, Bián huá. He's coming, calling by your bounds and your destiny."

"Wh's co-" you realized. Your eyes started to water, remembering about your precious friend that you never, not even a single moment, had stopped hope he could find you.

"Yes," he smiled at you. "This is our last time together."

"I still have so many questions! I need to know! I...i...." those visions. He was his friend. What did he hide that faithful day?! 

"You'll have your answers... as his own."

Sound of steps in the snow. Someone was running, despite the ice, despite the cold. His fluffy tail, his strong and determined eyes.

Yuán Fèn.

"Keep cover, Y/N. You really don't want to see this fight."

///

That wasn't a fight.

You saw your friend fight—that wasn't one—and you couldn't even say that you were in your right mind because, for the first time, you didn't want a winner, nor a loser.

At the end of the fight, you don't know what happened, but light engulfed you, just like the day Erlang saved you from those celestial warriors.

When the light dimmed, you weren't on the snowy mountain anymore.

The warm light of spring danced between the branches of the plum blossoms; the wind slowly hummed between the trees, the grass tickling your feet. The sound of a creek, the chirping voices of the birds...where you even in the mortal realm. And...he was there.

Your normal gourmet was now an intricate Hanfu, pink like the flowers of the plum trees. He smiled a gentle smile; you questioned if it was real or just a product of your imagination.

"...where....are we?"

"I thought you would like some colors."

He remembered you as a prince and you as a princess, one that wondered if she was supposed to fit in her role. He held your hand, asking you one last time...to trust him.

Slowly, your fingers intertwined together, and there you saw it, another vision...

The truth.

You're hands still together, he held so strongly, afraid to lose these last moments. Your eyes start to water again. Small droplets of tears shined through the light.

"You...you and him...you planned it...all this time you..."

"He was a foolish one...to believe that a status could grant him freedom..." he chuckled, a bitter one like his medicines. "And yet... maybe... I too wanted something like that... yet I never had that kind of courage to do so."

Your throat was close, your legs trembled, and he was there, ready to catch you.

"....You..." Hiccups prevented you from formulating more words, but you couldn't stop. "You...suffered..all alone..all this time..I could never."

You couldn't hold it anymore, but his strong arm girded around you, trying to bring an inch of comfort to your heart. You figured out everything, and what you could only feel now was the immense sadness of his own story.

A friend for him, but a villain for many.

"The Bián huá... meant to change the circle... who could have guessed that even with me, you could find some kindness in the end?"

"NO!" Your hand gripped his white clothes. "You've...you've done it for him! You're not evil! You're not like them!"

He sighed,

sad smile on his face. He revealed your face to the light, caressing the eye that he tended with care. A flower appeared in your hair—a small plum flower, white and pure.

"As I would love to fight him over this treasure... this fight has already been won."

"What...what's going to happen now?"

"My dear, your journey...as his own...is only beginning."

And while everything faded, his lips seemed so soft, like those petals.

He still needs to steal something from him.

///

"I can't understand you! Your plan did work! Then why are you still moping around?!"

After the great fight, only Nezha decided to go and meet the sacred divinity.

"Little brother..." said Erlang in a sad tone. "You couldn't understand..."

The young one looked at his own senior...then gasped.

"Erlang...did you just..."

He didn't respond. He just held that flower and a small statue made of snow.

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[szynkaaa]

This is my first time asking but I'm going to ask anyway (and English is not my native language) I'm curious to know how your OC and the destined one met (I mean how was their first interaction)

hi hi! thank you so much for your ask, this is the first time I have received one about my OC <3

probably something like this (read right-to-left)

Gonna use this chance to talk a bit more about my AU lol

Wrote in a separate post here that Oz has met Sun Wukong before when she was a child and he was buried under the mountain.

So when she got whisked back into fantasy ancient China, she landed where Yuan Shoucheng aka Gourd Grandpa (the old man carrying a big gourd on his back) was already waiting there for her. He foresaw her arriva. The vague gist of my AU is that the the reason why this Destined One succeeds in retrieving all artifacts and becomes SWK is because he is also sort of the manifestation of that childish promise 5-years-old Oz made that she will save SWK one day (from under the mountain but clearly that didn't happen lol). But also since her ancestor is from this world, her descendants were fated to return back here one day.

Gourd grandpa updates her on her ancestors and their roles in the Celestial Court and the shitstorm that happened that ultimately let to the clan being massacred and one person escaping to "our" world, where magic doesn't exist and all those people are just characters from myths and stories. But also her ancestor isn't the only person that traversed through the two worlds - over the centuries more have come and gone. This is also why people in her world have those myths and deities. In my AU Wu Cheng'en also escaped from fantasy ancient China into her world and then wrote Journey to the West. He took artistic liberty to change some things for his novel, hence some things in BMW are different than in JTTW (like the ZBJ and violet spider love story or how SWK had a romance with White Bone Demon).

Anywayyy, Oz task on the adventure is to document their journey together, and she is responsible for using the magical gourd to suck in the will of the defeated bosses in.

And 2-3 days later the Destined One shows up. I don't think Oz was very happy about leaving gourd grandpa and join the Destined One on his travel, but if he is her best chance to find a way back home to see Taylor Swift live, then she will do it.

The Destined One is indifferent to mildly annoyed about this, but doesn't protest too much, as long as she doesn't slow him down yadda yadda. I do think that DO did feel some sort of special connection to her, because he is sort of a manifestation of that promise. it doesn't really take long for him to get used to her and also to care for her. One of Sun Wukong's massive core trait is that he cares so much for his loved ones and does not hesitate to do the impossible for them, and I like to imagine that even though SWK senses have been split into 6 different parts, the caring part stayed with each Destined One reincarnation.

[klauuyt]

Damnit Erlang Sheng

The golden princess, Jiaozi is initially in love with General Erlang Sheng, being attracted to his appearance and orderly personality which was the complete opposite of Sun Wukong.

The monkey king sees how the general is flirting with his princess and will not take long to intervene.

[lotusarchon]

been rereading svsss soooo combining my current hyperfixations here

everytime there's a reader isekai au it's always them loving the universe they've transmigrated into but what about a reader who's a borderline HATER (me) of black myth wukong or lego monkie kid

(tdlr: this does not represent how i feel about either video game and show, because i like them both, the fandoms are just...eh...but i do think it'll be funny lmfao)

i'm talking a full time hater. they've read jttw and fssy and of COURSE they love those books, they're a huge myth nerd.

then they take one fucking look at the adaptions inspired by them and immediately go "oh fuck no"

a reader who DESPISES lmk's portrayal of sun wukong because what the fuck do you mean he's not a buddhist after his journey? what do you mean he didn't kick the jade emperor's ass and fucking isn't badass and cool? what the fuck do you mean the six eared macaque is his 'best friend' and people SHIP them?? what do you mean no one likes tripitaka and apparently the three other pilgrims were reincarnated when that isn't factually correct??

a reader who positively despises the plot line in lmk because WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NEZHA'S DEMOTED TO SOME CANON FODDER WHEN HE SHOULD BE BADASS?? or...or AZURE LION BEATING THE JADE EMPEROR?? WHO THE FUCK EVEN IS THE BROTHERHOOD EWWW!? what do you mean this dragon girl has the samadhi fire ew ew ewww what is this plot...

reader who fights with fans because of their (barf) mindset and also shut?? up?? about nezha being a 12 year old?? gross ass??

reader who watches the show religiously but only to find every flaw in it and when people argue about the show being a children's only audience they fight back with "idgaf if it's for kids they should teach it properly dumb fucking cunts gtfo my dms before i doxx you"

same thing with black myth wukong tbh. reader who hates black myth wukong because...no...no, sun wukong most certainly wouldn't do that. graphics are fine whatever but but this is?? inaccurate??

reader who's tearing into fanboys too because shut the fuck up about this character pingping bring sexy and also why the fuck does she exist?? why is red son not actually pif's son?? why is there some fucking random monkey tryna collect those whatchamacallit (relics) NO THIS IS WRONG

reader who's gagging cause...sun wukong wasn't in love with nobody and why is there a brief fucking romance plotline with the monkey 2.0 wasn't this a fighting game ewew get it AWAAAAY

reader who hates and then...uh oh. too much dumplings is making them choke....guys...guys i think they're dying??

reader who wakes up in bmw or lmk as some... rabbit spirit? (so weird) but absolutely SEETHING at being here because oh fuck this bitch ass god awful plot suck my cock we are NOT DOING THIS

reader deciding that avoiding the obnoxious characters would definitely be better for their sanity....only for some blasted loud ass obnoxious stupid cunt fucking google translated voice pings in their head... telling them if they don't participate in the plot they'll be executed

reader thinking they'd rather die but then the system goes "oh, you thought we were joking?" and gives them the worst experience ever that by the end of it they have to swallow their pride and participate in the plot....☹️ Unfortunately

reader who accidentally wifes up the characters and has to deal with everyone forgetting their roles...and the system threatening them about the plot too like bro how is this my fault these bitches are dumb? fuck you mean you're gonna kill me ag- no, no, you're right uh i'll fix it i'll fix it.

Anyways I'm gonna write a fanfic with an OC like this cause it's too funny to pass up and also I'm 100% gonna die with my wipes hahahaha fuck..

[angies-writing-blog]

„A human child...“

Whispered, as if formed from the wind, the words echo in his mind. Coming from nowhere and everywhere at once, and yet they bore into his soul, accompanied by a sharp breath that is barely tangible.

For a moment, he feels a strange closeness, a familiarity, but before he can grasp it, it vanishes, dissolving like mist at dawn, and with it, the world around him.

Beneath his feet, the ground vibrates, shadows detach from the walls, reshape themselves, merge with the light, until he finds himself in a temple – magnificent, almost awe-inspiring.

Tall pillars rise, adorned with golden embellishments and intricate depictions of old and new battles.

Cold is the light that falls through the high windows, reflecting the ancient rumble of the place. Despite all the splendor, a quiet unease creeps into his heart.

And then he realizes what is happening. He sees through the eyes of another. His hands... not his own, yet familiar, hold the lifeless body of a human. She is small and delicate, her skin pale like porcelain, and her lips – her lips are tinged with an ominous blue. The splendid gown that drapes her body seems destined for a queen, not for someone whose breath has already faded.

He presses the motionless body against himself, tenderly, and then almost overcome by despair. Offering her protection in death for this final journey, or perhaps just feeling the last warmth slipping away from her.

But soon, life fades. Only the cold sensation of the spear remains, lodged deep in her chest.

His eyes follow the course of the deadly weapon until they meet a man standing across from him. Tall and commanding, he still holds the throwing stance, the gesture of attack frozen in time. Yet there is no fury burning in his gaze. Horror reflects in his eyes, as if he himself cannot comprehend what has just transpired.

His own voice then cuts through the air, with words that have been placed in his mouth.

"A human child..." escapes him bitterly.

Though resigned to the irony, the Monkey King could not entirely suppress the sharp grin that accompanied his words.

"Of all things, you... fall in love with a human child."

A whisper, a shout, a scream, a roar escapes Erlang Shen.

Maybe he is weeping.

Like smoke in the wind, the magnificent halls suddenly vanish, the celestial temple fades, and the Destined One finds himself once again before a warming shrine, ready for rest, yet with a heavy heart still bearing the shadows of this vision.

[marcu-bug]

Ask box is open for requests!

So, I have exams in a a few days and will be taking a break after that , but when I get back I plan to draw again so I’m opening up art requests!

Fandoms I will draw for

Nezha reborn

Monkey king reborn

Lego monkie kid

Black myth m wukong

Your oc’s

Rules :

I allow 1-2 characters in a single request

No weird stuff please and thank you

Please be patient if you are expecting a drawing

Suggestive stuff is fine, just not anything to spicy

No pro ships, and stay away from me in general if you are into them.

The drawings will mostly be lineart and shading

Slight blood is fine, no gore

[novelcain]

*Wukong is looking at a baby boy that the reader gave birth to, and sees that he has more of a human appearance and looks exactly like the reader*

Wukong: You guys think this one is mine?

Tripitaka: What?

Wukong: I mean...he doesn't look like me.

Wujing: You don't think (Y/n) cheated on you, do you

Bajie: How could you think that?! After everything she's done for you!

Wukong: Hold on! I'm not saying she did! But it's just-

Tripitaka: Wukong, not every child will end look like their father, besides he must have some traits of you-

Wujing: Uh guys, why are the baby's eyes glowing?

*Everyone looks to see the baby's eyes open to see a yellow golden glow, and suddenly the light shoots from his eyes, through a roof and into the sky.*

*After that, everyone sees the baby's eyes wide open to reveal a burning red color*

...........

Wukong: ......*excitedly life's the baby in the air* HE HAS EYES LIKE ME!

*The baby giggles as Wukong happily spins around with him*

Bajie: What...just happened?

Tripitaka: I have no idea...

Reader: *waking up from a well deserved sleep* What's with all the noise? *Looks up* WTF HAPPENED TO THE ROOF?!

Wujing: ...Your baby shot through with laser eyes.

Reader: ...Oh.

Reader: *realizing it probably shot into Heaven* Oh boy...

lmaooo just imagine waking up from a nap and your fucking ROOF is gone

Erlang who was sent by JE to make sure there wouldn't be another monkey that tries to take over Heaven:

Wukong when he sees Erlang's bitch ass on FFM again and his protective instincts kick in:

They then proceeded to wrestle on the ground like children for the next 2 hours before Reader got tired of the noise and put them both in time out

Wukong and Erland in the corner of shame:

[lucky-traveler]

A drapple with BMW! Erlang Shen (～﹃～)~zZ @lotusarchon

To think you found yourself lucky enough to catch the attention of THE Erlang Shen is a miracle enough, but to be able to get yourself sat on his lap with his arms gently wrapped around your waist while you tell him about your day? Now that's something else.

To him, it doesn't matter what story he hears from you, bad or good; he just feels happy when he hears you talk to him or hears you complain to him. He loves to listen to them all with a smile as he has you so close to him. You fit perfectly in his arms, warm, alive, and his to adore.

He feels at peace when he's with you. You feel like home to him, and he sincerely cherishes you with every fibre of his existence, thanking his lucky stars for you to have stepped into his life.

You, little old you, mortal as you are, are the very person he wishes to spend his life with, and he will love you until the end of your life and find you in the next to be able to fall for you again.

So, whenever you ask him silly questions he hears many mortals in the current modern years asking their lover, for fun or for reassurance, like, "Will you still love me if I were a worm?" he would chuckle and kiss you on the cheek, muttering his answer.

"I can shapeshift to a worm to join you. So, if you end up as a worm, other worms will know that you are taken."

"Really? You would?"

"I have to keep my love mine, don't I?"

[krizaland]

Run Away with me

Black Myth Erlang X gn! Reader

A little something for @lotusarchon

So he asked for Erlang content and I’m here to provide!

Be warned: There’s kissing ahead!

The full moon cast a gentle glow as you sat with Erlang in your family’s garden.

You gazed up at the twinkling stars but all Erlang could see was you.

Your lovely face.

Your captivating eyes.

Your sweet smile.

Everything about you was already so perfect to him.

But the way the moonlight caressed your skin made you look absolutely ethereal.

You may have been a mere mortal but to Erlang, you were more beautiful than even the gods themselves.

He felt his self control slip away as he turned your head to face his.

Then without warning, he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss.

Your face burned bright pink for a moment before melting into the kiss; savoring the feeling of his tongue against yours.

Erlang kissed you greedily, almost as if you’d fade away at any moment.

He couldn’t help himself! You just tasted so divine!

Eventually you had to part for air.

Your face was still pink as you stared, dazed at Erlang.

Erlang simply chuckled and caressed your cheek.

“My love, forgive me but I simply couldn’t resist you.”

You felt your heart flutter in your chest as you finally found your words.

“It’s alright. I rather enjoyed that.”

“Good. Then perhaps I can have another?”

Erlang leaned in for a second kiss but you pushed his face away.

“Erlang, if we keep this up my parents will hear us!”

“Oh come now! They can’t possibly still despise me! I’ve gone out of my way to save your village from destruction! Surely they’ve changed their minds by now!” Erlang grumbled as he took your hand from his face and held it to his chest.

“Oh no. I’m afraid now they’re convinced you’re a dangerous brute! I don’t think there’s anything you can do to please them now.” You sighed as you shook your head.

“Me? A dangerous brute? Hmph! They seem to have me confused with the yaogaui that attacked your village.” Erlang growled.

“I’ve told them the same thing yet they still refuse to listen to me.” A few tears trickled down your cheeks as you spoke.

Erlang let go of your hand and dried your tears with his thumb.

“Then run away with me. Leave these insolent fools behind and start a new life with me.”

“Erlang I’d love to but…” You turned away from his touch.

“But what?”

“I can’t just leave. They’re still my family!” You confessed with a sniffle.

Erlang turned you back to face him

“What kind of family denies their child their happiness?”

You opened your mouth to speak only to promptly close it.

You really didn’t have a good answer for that.

“My love, you needn’t live your life trapped in this cage. Let me set you free.” Erlang insisted, his voice laced with a slight plea.

“But…They would be so disappointed if I eloped with anyone, especially you.” You whimpered.

“Why should you care about their feelings when they clearly don’t care about yours?”

You tried to speak but all you could do was stare in shock.

“My love, please. Come with me. I promise I will give you the life you deserve.” Erlang pleaded, tears threatening to drip down his cheeks as well.

“But they’ll no doubt be furious once they find out I eloped! They’ll come looking for me. What then?” You asked, more tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Do you really have such little faith that I will protect you?” Erlang chuckled half-heartedly.

“Oh no! It’s just! I don’t want to cause you any more trouble than I already have…”

Erlang cupped your face.

“Oh, darling, you’ve never once caused me trouble.”

Your eyes sparkled as your heart thumped in your chest.

“R-really?”

“Of course! Why would I tell you something if it wasn’t true?” Erlang mused as he dried your tears.

“O-oh…”

Was all you could say.

“Y/N L/N, I love you. I love you more than anything else in this world. I want you to be mine” Erlang’s voice was like velvet.

“I love you too, Erlang. Oh how I love you so! Alright! I’ll go with you! I’ll go wherever you take me!”

Erlang let out a warm chuckle.

“I knew you’d make the right choice.”

And with that, he scooped you up bridal style and teleported you to a beautiful palace.

Your eyes were as wide as dinner plates as you took in your surroundings.

Golden pillars and colorful tiles surrounded you.

You were practically breathless as you breathed out

“This is beautiful! Are we in the Celestial Realm?”

“Celestial Realm?” Erlang chuckled. “No, my love. The Celestial Realm is just as foolish are your parents. They would not approve of our love either. This is a palace I built just for us.”

“Eh?! You built this entire palace?!”

“Of course I did! It was rather simple task. Besides, I would do anything for you.” Erlang explained as he nuzzled the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t help but giggle and kiss the tip of his nose.

“I still can’t believe you built this entire place just for me.”

“Not just for you but for us,” Erlang corrected. “Here we shall live out the rest of eternity together.”

You playfully looked up at Erlang.

“Are you certain you really want to spend eternity with me?”

“Oh, darling there’s no one else I’d rather spend my days with.” Erlang assured as he twirled you around.

You could help but giggle as you clung to him tighter.

“Come, my love. Let me show you our new home!”

And with that, Erlang showed you every inch of the place.

He showed you the elaborate ballroom and extravagant throne.

He showed you the beautiful gardens and soothing koi ponds.

Yet nothing impressed you more than the bedroom.

Never had you seen such a soft looking bed! It even had blankets and pillows in your favorite colors!

Before you could even respond-

PLOP!

Erlang dropped you onto the bed and plopped down beside you.

“So? How do you like our new home?” Erlang asked as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I love it. But not as much as I love you.” You purred as you returned the cuddle.

“I love you so much , Y/N”

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Y/n: Come on, Nezha. Nobody actually believes that Erlang is in love with me. Nezha, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Erlang is helplessly in love with Y/n. Everyone raises their hand Y/n: Erlang, put your hand down.

[klauuyt]

BLACK MYTH SUN WUKONG: YOU ARE JIAOZI

Jiang walks away from the campfire while Destined One and Zhu Bajie sleep, she has had very strange dreams that seem to be related to her past life but she still doesn't know this. As she walks away she meets a guy who was lurking around there, he seemed to be looking for something but she doesn't see him as a threat and decides to approach him. The guy was Erlan Sheng, as soon as he saw her he stood still, unable to say anything and when Jiang saw his hurt cheek this made her approach to heal him, she doesn't like to see people hurt no matter who they are.

When Erlang Sheng felt the cold water on his cheek along with Jiang's touch, he became thoughtful and when he saw her face up close, he realized that his search had ended, she was Jiaozi…

Destined one woke up and noticed that Jiang wasn't there, he got up in a hurry to look for her, he was afraid that something had happened to her and when he finally found her, he found that scene…

He didn't know what to feel about it, he didn't know if he was angry at Jiang's action of leaving without warning or uncomfortable seeing her with a stranger… was it jealousy??

PS: At this point, he begins to notice Jiang more, so much so that he seems to be affected by what he saw even if he doesn't say it, she really matters to him and not just as a friend.

[lotusarchon]

As I have the app around, I may as well just dive into this before disappearing again. To the people in my post a few days prior and in my dms, I promise I'm not ignoring any of you, but I genuinely can't muster the energy to speak to anyone else currently. I'm only here currently because someone found my unmentioned hetalia account, which I left unmentioned for a reason...you know who you are...you scared me...😭

Ah, okay well. If you're not aware of who I am, hi. I'm a dude that wrote fanfiction for this fandom I got pulled into. A year ago I had a few different accounts but I had to delete every single one just because I kept getting harassed, from one thing to another. I'm hoping I don't have to do it again this time around.

I haven't gone offline as anyone thought. I did attempt to take my life (twice, 2024 is something else) but in the end it didn't work out, so I've been hiding in my secret account to relax in hetalia for a bit. In between that I've also been stalking the account myself since it showed up just to see what it was up to, and...oh wow that's a lot.

This specific account has been on my ass like a tick since..two days ago. Two days of my 'supposed' death.

I've also recently found out that someone else who was pretending to be a friend of my friend's and a concerned citizen happened to be friends with them;

And hence why I chose not to reemerge my head back then yet. It turns out there's a few people who may have been following me who are acquainted with these people and...yeah, I didn't want to take the risk. I'm hoping no one is going to inform them I'm not actually dead―I blocked both accounts to avoid being noticed.

There's a lot of yapping I'm gonna be doing so expect a lot of that, BUT piece of advice to anyone that actually cares: do not engage with either blog. Don't send them hate mail, don't go gloating that I'm not actually dead, and don't fucking yap about anything. These blogs went as far as to harass my friends who have no part in this, and they also wrote nsfw of my adult oc and my friend who is a fucking minor. Do. Not. Engage. With. Them. Please!! Block, block, block. Just block them! They're actively going out of their way to harass and stalk MINORS.

Under the cut, I am rambling more on personal feelings rather than doing this professionally. I'm still pretty moody actually and well yeah...

Trigger Warning for some topics below!

Okay uh. I've never done this before so excuse me while I put this in question format lmfao..

"Why aren't you dead!?"

Joke answer; god doesn't want me.

Long answer: I'm not the type of person who says something like that ...like that. I really was intending to go through with it, but evidently I was too tired from crying and fell asleep. I figured that I couldn't handle people fucking around with me and hid in my secret blog. Hetalia fandom is so nice for a fandom about countries. Point blank sorry to burst many of your bubbles, but I'm not dead yet. Put the birthday canon away, slut. I'll die next season.

"What the fuck did you even do?"

Exist.

No okay, realistically it's a lot. I'm not going to play the victim here's and I'm not going to lie to people and say "oh hey my mental illness/trauma made me do that" because that's bullshit. I'm also not diving too deep into any explanations just because my hands hurt..but also I don't want to remember anything less I have another panic attack.

A year ago I met this girl who became my friend over a fandom. We chatted, but I fucked our friendship up when I lashed out at her and another friend wrongfully because of my own stress. While I did beg one of them to stay, the chick that runs kokomichanstuff, Mariin, I ended the friendship with her just because I knew what I did was bad. There really aren't any excuses for that. I don't think anyone should have to deal with anyone else's bad attitude regardless of mental health or not. I didn't bother to keep Mariin around because I did bad, and no amount of apologies would fix it. She already said she wouldn't forgive me, so I knew it made no sense to keep up a facade. I genuinely had no idea she would've been mad that I begged one person to stay but not her, even though she expressed not wanting to be my friend. I also don't remember truly if what I did was enough to earn THIS type of harassement, but I'll take it as divine punishment. But basically, over and over again Mariin has stalked me and found a way to harass me. According to the posts she made, she's made a new friend I (sadly) hurt who wants..revenge. Hooray.

Mariin's already namedropped them so um, yeah, I hope it's okay to mention them?? . Neveah was someone I also hurt really badly by bullying and lashing out at her out of jealousy over something ridiculously dumb in my old server and account. I confronted her later on apologizing but specifically also adding that she didn't need to forgive me because I messed up. Long story short, she claimed she had forgiven me.... but then went to her friends (Mariin mentioned) Geno, Toga etc to badmouth me, including sharing sensitive information I sent to her. Neveah's friend Geno made a post mocking me which I found and responded poorly too, and then more drama escalated from there because literally every single one of Neveah and Geno's friends came to bombard me, sent me hate mail and surprise, Mariin took the chance to come back. I don't know how the fuck those two (Mariin and Neveah) managed to speak, but sometime later a few accounts appeared that went after people who were once associated with me or used to be associated with me. A few days ago the account made supposedly by Neveah made a post accusing me of being a r*pist, groomer and pedophile and yeah. That went badly.

Uh. Wow this is a mouthful. But. Yeah, I'm...not really a good person, and these things are just embarrassing and..ick. I hate myself for the shit I pull. But, I will say, while I can accept Mariin harassing me like this, the other parties just...genuinely could've handled this better than what they did to me. It really wouldn't have been so hard to ask me instead of listening to one side, but maybe that's me. Regardless, I admit I was wrong. I just..I'm not happy other people are getting involved.

"Why didn't you just say something sooner instead of all that nonsense? Wasn't that too dramatic?"

Sadly it was, but I don't think any of you understand when I say that I CAN'T. I can't say anything because it's just me, me, me. It's just me, and people aren't going to believe me. They never do. When that shitshow happened with Neveah, everyone was blaming me. Even up till recently, someone in my current server told me I was the one who overreacted over getting bullied and harassed. I'm not mentioning them here but holy fuck, that shit hurt. The anons coming in my inboxes telling me "people are offering you advice and you don't want it", it fucking hurts. It genuinely hurts because every single time I try to speak up against anything, or stand up for myself, I'm the one who's in the wrong.

Geno, Neveah, Mariin, fucking Toga and Deja and the entire fucking crew. They're never the ones who get wronged, and they haven't lost anything. Even when Mariin's account gets deleted, she's fine. She has people that actually fucking listens to her, all of them do.

I don't. There's no one aside from the few friends I have who would actually listen to me and not just immediately jump at me, and I'd rather just not have them involved in anymore drama that revolves around me.

Yeah, holy shit, maybe attempting to kill myself from the stress was overbearing but you guys have no fucking idea what it's like. Every time, every time I make a report or say something, I'm the one who's told I'm at fault. It's either, "You're don't look like a child, it's not their fault they want to touch you," or, "You overreacted," or, "Maybe you shouldn't have said anything," or even, "You're so ungrateful, I'm trying to help you."

It. fucking. Sucks. It. SUCKS. Its terrifying that regardless if it's my real life or on the internet, no one listens, no one cares and the one who's left hurting is Ali because who fucking cares. Who gives a shit right?

"....did you try to kill yourself over Nezha?"

Everything started with Nezha, and I'm not even fucking kidding. I don't remember how I met Mariin but I knew for a fact it was something about him. And when we broke our friendship off, I got attacked a LOT about his age. I want to pretend that maybe it was all Mariin, but with how things are, I don't doubt for a second this fucking fandom were jumping me for a character who already has a confirmed age.

I could tell you that I was just stressed about Mariin, but that'd be a lie. Everywhere I go with this fandom, I'm always getting hassled about Nezha's age. From the beginning I was already stressed, because I continuously kept getting anon after anon calling me names and accusations for a fictional fucking character.

I don't deny that Mariin didn't have a part to play. She most definitely made things worst for me with using Nezha to slander me further. It's just my luck that the people in this fandom are idiots that'll listen to anything anyone says.

Think of it this way; the pot was near burning on the stove, it just needed some more fuel.

"Why didn't you just listen to the anons?"

Sighs

Mind you, this was supposedly when I was DEAD. Trust me, I've had far worst flooding my inboxes. Before it was about Nezha's age. Recently, it was to kill myself and the accusations.

I'm not saying the advice was ever bad. But the anons were strangers for all I care who had no idea what the fuck was happening. I've tried blocking anons before, I also went to far lengths to ignore them, but there's only so much I can take. Every day, day in day out on any blog I've made, ever since I started writing for Nezha, I've been receiving dozens and dozens of hate I've had to delete constantly. Not even counting the ones that just randomly told me to die!!

"just ignore them" I'm not a child. I. know. I know, I know, I've been trying, but when people don't respect my boundaries and don't even bother to listen when I say I've done it, how do you think I'm going to feel?

"oh but you should put that as your trigger then it's not their fault" oh yeah, "hey everyone 🥺 when people don't listen to me I cry". How do you think it'll sound? Plus, why should I need to add that when I wasn't expecting anyone to actually act like this on the internet to begin with?!

"Why don't you just move to a different platform then if the hate is that bad?"

Ignoring Mariin for a bit, even if I were to go into another platform to write fanfiction (and I highly doubt there's many I'll feel comfortable in), why should I, and what makes you think the hate will stop there?

AO3 is a place where THE worst people write porn. And you wouldn't believe that I've had to delete quite a number of assholes on there for Nezha's age. Don't mention Twitter where the nonsense started about his age, and don't bring in bluesky because there's a word limit and I'm not limiting myself to that. Even Wattpad has them yelling about Nezha's age. WATTPAD!! Genuinely what makes you think I'll be safe anywhere I go?

I hate Tumblr but this account is my safe space from reality at this point. It used to be the place that made me not want to die. Just because you guys are jerks, why should I need to go?

This also goes back to Mariin and the harassers. Even in my fake death I can't know peace. If I were to move out, wouldn't she get to live her life peacefully while I'm miserable trying to understand a place I don't want to be in?

"Then just leave the LMK fandom!"

Again, why should I? LMK is my comfort show. I genuinely enjoy writing for silly legos, and I also love learning about things I didn't know about before. Why should I have to leave just because the fandom is filled with jerks? Why don't you guys just leave instead if you're butthurt about anyone daring to speak an opinion?

"The accusations-!"

Are lies.

I was r*ped before. Why would I find any pleasure r*ping anyone else? How does one even do that through online?

I was groomed online and assaulted in real life. Why would I think of hurting another human being, most less a child, like that when I still can't even read anything that correlates to it? Why would I find any of those things pleasing?

I turned 18 in 2024. It's not an excuse and I've been doing my best to not interact with minors, or at the very least avoid speaking about topics that are inappropriate for them. Even though I still forget I'm an adult on occasion, I know better than to pull up on my younger friends and start talking about nsfw. I've only ever spoken weirdly to my adult friends.

I recently saw someone comment on the account that I'm Islamphobic/don't support Palestine, so that makes me problematic. I grew up in an Islamic family, I have trauma with that specific religion (inclu. Hinduism and Christianity, long story). I don't interact with anything regarding religion if I can and I also don't judge someone based on their religion. I judge you based on how you speak to me. If you have a weird icon, I don't like you, if you speak weirdly, I don't like you. Additionally, I'm the type of person who feels guilty for making someone upset. I can't support myself, most less for others. No, I don't agree with genocide but it's genuinely too much for me to keep up with.

And finally, how the fuck is liking a character who's an adult make me a proshipper? Jesus Christ again with Nezha. I hate this.

"You have no proof!"

Of course I don't. I don't keep bad memories around. I wouldn't have remembered my own childhood if I didn't get triggered about it. I block bad memories out. Many interactions I've had that are bad, I delete. I don't think about saving, I delete.

Even interactions with friends I usually delete because it's just weird not seeing a blank space. I don't hate them but leaving a spot full feels weird.

I don't have any proof I'm none of the accusations but neither does Mariin, to be frank. So if you chose to believe her because you just genuinely don't like me, good for you, but you look like sheep being led by a drunk shepherd. Either you'll end up in a slaughterhouse and starve, your pick.

I'm not going to say, "Oh ask my minor friends!" Because...they're kids. I feel horrible my friend got roped into this to begin with, the last thing I want is for anyone else be involved when they barely know shit.

Yeah, rambled a bit. I didn't want too but I got carried away, whoops.

This is the only post I want to make about this issue. Don't bring it up, don't uhh, don't mention me to the account, and please just allow me to rest in peace. I just want to write and feel free, not deal with this shit, okay?

Also. Please stop involving my friends into beef you have with me. It's really not their fault they have to deal with someone like me.

Goodbye. I'm deleting the app again until I return. Adios

[crazybrookie]

A remake of my first Azure lion story.

The air crackled with a mix of tension and relief as Azure Lion slowly unfurled the cursed scroll. His golden eyes, sharp and filled with regret, softened the moment the scroll’s magic released a figure cloaked in an ethereal glow. Y/N stood there, her body trembling slightly, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Y/N,” Azure Lion breathed, his voice trembling with a rare vulnerability. He stepped forward cautiously, as though afraid she might vanish again. “My love… my deepest apologies for putting you in there all these years. I… I had no other choice.”

Y/N blinked, her mind racing to process the overwhelming flood of emotions—relief, confusion, and the faint sting of betrayal. She glanced around the room before her gaze settled on him, his proud and unyielding form now cloaked in an unfamiliar humility.

“I…” Y/N hesitated, her voice faltering for a moment. She took a deep breath to steady herself. “It’s alright, my love, but… please don’t ever do that again.” Her voice cracked slightly, betraying the pain she tried to suppress.

Azure Lion’s ears flattened slightly, his usually commanding presence dimmed by the weight of her words. “I swear to you, Y/N,” he said, his tone earnest and heavy with regret. “I will never make that mistake again. Keeping you in that cursed prison… it was my greatest regret. I only sought to protect you, but I see now the cost of my actions.”

Her expression softened at his confession. Despite the ache in her heart, she reached out to him, her hand resting gently against his cheek. “You were trying to protect me,” she murmured. “But I needed you to trust me—to let us face the dangers together.”

He leaned into her touch, his golden eyes closing briefly as he savored the warmth of her hand. “I was a fool,” he admitted, his voice almost breaking. “I feared losing you more than anything in this world. I thought that by hiding you away, I could keep you safe, but all I did was lose precious time with you.”

Y/N stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him in a gesture of comfort and forgiveness. “We’re here now,” she whispered, resting her head against his chest. “We can start again, together. But promise me, no more secrets. No more locking me away from the world—or from you.”

Azure Lion tightened his arms around her, holding her as though she were the most precious thing in existence. “I promise,” he said, his voice resolute. “No more secrets. No more keeping you away. From now on, we face everything together.”

The two stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, as the weight of the past slowly began to lift. The room seemed to exhale with them, and for the first time in years, a sense of hope and renewal filled the air.

[nerevarswritingstuff]

TIaF Edits - Chapter 11 Teaser

Wukong’s lips pull back into a displeased snarl, his tail whipping in the air. He gets off his nimbus now, his eyes narrowing at Erlang. Nezha steps forward, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Brother,” he says slowly, as if saying a warning, “this is not to say Xiaotian will be gaining the fillet.”

“Good,” Wukong says, his tone harsher than intended when talking to his little brother, but he doesn’t care right now. He stands straight, crossing his arms and waving to Erlang. “Explain.” Despite not ruling over Flower Fruit (at least not properly) for centuries, the air of a king is hard to get rid of even after a long vacation. It comes to him so naturally when he wants it.

Erlang rolls his shoulders and stands at attention, meeting Wukong’s heated gaze. “The Court has not forgotten your transgressions within the Celestial Realm. Knowing that you have a successor meant to take your place, they are all skeptical about whether you’ll properly train this boy, or simply teach him to cause another Havoc in Heaven.”

“The cub is taking my place to help do what you lot can’t,” Wukong growls, his teeth sharpening subconsciously. “And that’s maintaining balance. Something you guys really don’t seem to understand the concept of unless the scales are tipped in your favor.”

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Black Myth!Sun Wukong x mortal!reader - general headcanons (part 2)

Part 1 is here

Warnings: messy, short, english isn't my first language

we already know that being with sun wukong may be difficult sometimes, but it isn't like any regular relationship because well, your lover isn't a regular boyfriend

...and he brings you (probably) the most unexpected gifts

one day while flying on nimbus cloud he saw a beautiful tree covered with pink flowers and thought immediately about you, but it didn't come to his mind to simply pick these flowers

so he brings you the whole tree instead. with roots. and says "it's for you. i heard that mortals adore flowers"

monkey king also likes to giving you anything that's gold and i mean anything, not only gold coins or jewerly

armor (doesn't matter if it's wrong size), different types of weapons, plates, figurines; as long as it's gold it works

even if most of these items were completely useless he really just wanted to make you happy!

it's one of his own ways to show love

wukong won't admit it, but he asks you to read books to him just because he loves your voice

he's old, but not old enough to care about some boring sheets of papier

it may be a little controversial, but he doesn't get jealous

he has a high ego and knows that he's one of the best; insanely strong, clever, confident and hadsome

there is no reason for him to being afraid of other men

maaaybe he gets a little bit jealous when some like Erlang is around and won't hesite to strike him down if necessary

but he just genuinely trust you. he can't imagine that you, his precious treasure, could leave him

it goes without saying - wukong has a huge soft spot for you, but don't expect him to admit it