#Mk Angst is a lifestyle

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Mmmmmmmmmmonkie kid

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Short Drabbles

Summary: Short, reflective drabbles for a variety of LMK characters

Chapter: 3/?

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Chapter Information

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1,278

Characters: Macaque, Wukong, MK, Pigsy, Red Son, Mei, Mentioned Sandy

Relationships: Macaque & Wukong (Could be interpreted as Shadowpeach)

Additional Tags: Angst, Character Study

CWs: Themes of death

Link to AO3 Version

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Macaque - Mistakes

The mistakes of Sun Wukong were legendary and even those that hadn't made their way into the Journey to the West were intimately known by the Six-Eared Macaque.

However, finally granted the freedom and time to reflect and grieve he could now acknowledge his own mistakes.

He'd put Wukong on a pedestal of his own volition, chosen to ignore signs of the shifting dynamics of their relationship and desperately believed that every one of Wukong's conquests for power and immortality would be the last - that this time he'd be satisfied, that this time he'd stay.

He'd set himself up to fall, even if Wukong hadn't been trapped under that mountain, he could see now that the promise of a peaceful life together was never going to be realised.

Being separated from Wukong had allowed him to regain independence and confidence he hadn't even realised he had lost. However, these had been hard earned during his second life, only possible after he finally understood what a mistake it had been to make Wukong the centre of his world when he had never been the centre of Wukong's.

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Pigsy - Admiration

At first, he'd been in disbelief at Sandy's radical lifestyle change and then he'd been angry, almost feeling betrayed at the change. In the end, however, he couldn't help but admire who Sandy had become and what he'd overcame in order to do so. It gave him hope that he could change for the better too.

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Red Son - Fire

He'd always been proud of his natural affinity for fire magic, and he'd trained relentlessly to further hone this skill to perfection, pushing himself past his limits time and time again in the pursuit of the power to decimate his enemies and bring honour to the Demon Bull Clan!

But upon learning about the Samadhi Fire, about the power he had once held, he couldn't help but feel that he and his powers were lacking in a way he'd never be able to overcome.

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Macaque - Fire

Flower Fruit Mountain was burning.

Èrláng Shén and his hound destroying everything in their path.

No match for either of them, he did what he could from the shadows to save lives and curb the spread of the fire.

Until the hound caught his scent, and let out a nightmarish howl, causing its master's eyes to fall upon him - the shadow of the demon that dared to think himself equal to the gods.

Flower Fruit Mountain was burning and the Six-Eared Macaque burned with it.

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Macaque - Dìyù

There was terrible restlessness in his soul that urged him to keep moving no matter what, a need to constantly be in motion.

Because if he stopped, even for a moment, it feared it would be dragged back to the Dìyù.

To be still was to be dead; to be dead was to suffer the unending torture of the Dìyù.

He had to keep moving.

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Sun Wukong - Shadows

Wukong had once never doubted that his shadow would always be behind him. No matter what mischief he found himself in, all he had to do was turn around and there he would be.

But on days where he could not escape reflecting on the past, a nagging thought persisted.

Had it been Macaque's decision to follow behind him instead of standing at his side? Or had he never had a choice?

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Sun Wukong - Consequences

Wukong couldn't help but wonder sometimes if the Journey had been an elaborate part of his punishment. A trick to enforce upon him the consequences of his immortality.

For here he remained, undying, long after everyone he'd loved was gone.

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MK - Demon

MK was doing his best to work through the stress of well, everything. But learning that he was some sort of monkey demon thing was really pushing him to his limit!

And he really was trying to remain positive and look on the bright side of it all. Like... Monkey King! Monkey King, his lifelong hero, was a monkey demon - and why wouldn't he want to be more like him? He was great!

...if you ignored all the not so great things he had done.

But that was fine! Because you know who else was a demon that he loved even more than Monkey King? Pigsy! They'd be closer than ever! Able to talk to each other demon to demon!

Yup! Get to talk all about what it was like to be a demon! A demon in a human city... With all the discrimination and hardships that came with that...

Well, it probably wouldn't be that bad for him, right? Or for Pigsy now that they were both heroes! And he'd been an even better hero now that he was so much stronger as a monkey demon!

Sure, he was still learning how to control that strength but it's not like he had a track record of having dangerous, unwieldy powers that had caused mass destruction or anything...

...

Ok, so he wasn't doing a great job finding or focusing on positives right now! But could you really blame him?

How could he not be worried about such a massive change? Especially when he didn't know what it meant for him or the people he cared about?

And he knew, he really did, that he didn't have to figure this out alone, that his friends and family would be by his side to help him through this but...

What if they couldn't help him? What if he was too dangerous for him to even let them try?

And if that wasn't enough there was one other terrifying thought he'd been desperately trying to ignore.

If he'd inherited everything from Monkey King - his power, his legacy, and now even his look!

Could he have inherited his immortality too?

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Macaque - Death

Macaque had spent considerable time agonising over his death - the events that led up to it and the things he could have done to avoid it, the cause of his death and the pain of it all.

And he, of course, had spent no shortage of time thinking about who had taken his life.

And he had in no way made his peace with any of it but what currently plagued him now was the question of how his death had been possible in the first place.

He wasn't nearly as immortal as Wukong but the heavenly peaches he'd eaten should have made death impossible. So why hadn't they saved him?

Did they lose their potency if eaten in the mortal realm? Had Wukong brought back a bad patch? Maybe they hadn't been ripe enough to grant immortality?

Or had the issue been with him? Was he lacking somehow? Was there some sort of prerequisite he didn't know about? Had he been immortal and done something to lose it somehow?

Or had Wukong simply grown so powerful that nothing could have saved him that day?

He didn't know but the cold feeling of the Dìyù in his bones told him that he was going to find out soon.

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Mei - Limits

MK's power and abilities seemed to have no limits but then so did the trouble he constantly found himself in.

Thanks for that, Monkey King.

And despite the fact that her powers did have limits - she was going to be by MK's side no matter what trouble he faced!

She was going to push past any and every limit - she would be stronger, faster, smarter, better - no matter what!

And that was a White-Horse-Dragon-Girl-Best-Friend promise!

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Boy and His Beasts: Group Dynamics

Hello folks, thought it be nice to focus on the group dynamics for my Boy and His Beasts AU. These center around how the group acts alongside their lifestyle w/o Sun Wukong. Something lighthearted for the folks drowning in the angst of the fandom. First part is here.

Without Sun Wukong's involvement

MK serves as the leader of the group. He's usually in charge of getting supplies or information from Megapolis since he can blend in with no issue. Often pickpockets people for cash to purchase stuff like medicine or better quality tools. Sometimes MK would buy things for his siblings such as better material for Sillydillo or books for Monkey Khan.

In battle, he handles all strategies and tactics for the pack. Prefers close combat using teeth, claws, and hand to hand. Magic is usually reserved for dangerous enemies, his magic being Offensive Light and Defensive Shadow. Usually speaks in armadillo chitters or monkey chirps among his siblings, barely using human speech unless dealing with intruders and potential threats.

All three siblings live in a den/house hybrid constructed with a mixture of building materials whether natural or city based and junk. MK's bed is made from cushions to outgrown clothing crafted into a nest. He HATES normal beds, willingly dig holes through it to be comfortable. His room is filled with various art such as drawings and paintings alongside different figurines he scavenged. If their home is compromised, MK is in charge of finding a suitable place to build a new home.

Sillydillo is the semi-nocturnal builder of the siblings. (Sillydillo's pronouns are It/Its.) Its responsible for building the house and various tunnels used for different purposes. It collects different material from the wilderness but also junkyards through a secret tunnel. Sillydillo usual crafts all sorts of stuff that its younger siblings can use or enjoy.

In battle, Sillydillo is the pure muscle. It isn't very smart alongside most of its magic being mostly dormant but makes up for with incredible strength, craftiness and powerful durability. By curling into a ball, this large armadillo can move at insane speed even capable of flattening a heavy armored tank with enough momentum. It can also create junk constructs using material from a special hammer space in its shell and whip up minor dust storms with its Earth Magic.

Sillydillo's room is filled with various childish drawings, junk art or just plain junk. Always a large enough clear space for its dancing practice or building. Has a habit of leaving junk around which its sibling nonchalantly clean up. Crafts emergency underground dens and is the lookout whenever the siblings haven't found a new place to settle yet. MK tends to help with his mole like tendencies.

Monkey Khan is the brains of the group. Only one who can read and write usually reading stories to his siblings. Usually teaches his siblings various stuff like what food is edible, poisonous/venomous animals or plants, plus great places to hunt or scavenge. Likes to read and is very competitive. Monkey Khan indulges in poetry quite often.

In battle, Monkey Khan adds pressure to his opponent with lightning quick strikes, incredible agility and precise decisive blows. He uses his lightning magic to coat his limbs, enhancing his power/endurance/speed. When he builds up enough electricity Monkey Khan can access Overdrive. A powerful form that makes him near invulnerable alongside boosting his power to the extreme however he'll burnout and needs sometime to recharge.

Monkey Khan's room is the most organized containing a small library alongside various training equipment. Always enough room for sparring or practice various martial arts. Tends to release electricity when angry and once caused a city wide blackout. In charge of travel routes when relocating alongside perfect places for temporary dens.

With Sun Wukong's involvement

All three siblings moved to Mount Huagao to live with Sun Wukong post DBK aftermath. They got baths since they were very dirty, Sillydillo and MK ran as they hate bathing so the Monkey King had difficulty getting them clean. Temporary room was set up so the Great Sage can make the siblings their own rooms.

MK is very awkward when it comes to Sun Wukong's growing parental behavior. He teaches MK how to read and made him a nest upon realizing he didn't like mattresses. Both groom each other frequently. (MK grooms both of siblings very often plus Sun Wukong hasn't groomed anyone that is not his monkeys.) Usually buys stuff for the feral young man to sharpen his claws or his teething tendencies. Accidentally calls the Monkey King 'dad', really doesn't want to admit and is the last to fully admit it.

Sillydillo is very easygoing to Sun Wukong acting parental. He helps with its dormant magic problem alongside other things like learning to write. The armadillo is very affectionate and often bowls over the Monkey King with sudden tackle hugs. Sun Wukong has been a victim to Sillydillo's habit of leaving junk around but picks the stuff up with care. Getting dragged into its arts and crafts or impromptu dance classes is quite common for the stone monkey. Casually calls Sun Wukong 'dad' like it's the most natural thing.

Monkey Khan is semi awkward when it comes to Sun Wukong acting parental. The Monkey King helps him with his anger issues alongside improving his magic capacity. Sun Wukong buys Monkey Khan various reading material and indulge in the younger monkey's competitions. Both also write poetry together, something the Great Sage hasn't indulge in awhile. Accidentally calls Sun Wukong 'dad', doesn't want to admit it but is the first who does.

Sun Wukong's feelings/thoughts towards the siblings post DBK

He has cared for various monkeys, both normal and yaoguai (the latter now very rare to even nonexistent.) Sun Wukong never thought about the possibility of the siblings living with him but he rather have them safe. All three were quite some characters up close, especially since he had to chase the eldest two just to get them clean.

His home hasn't felt so alive before nor been improved. Sun Wukong now indulges in things he hadn't in awhile to a very long time either such as grooming or teaching those who weren't normal monkeys, positive (sudden in Sillydillo's case) affection, and the mishaps of raising non-normal monkey children.

He's very impressed at the siblings' teamwork, especially as they were the first to give him a challenge after a very long time. It's very refreshing for him.

When they called him 'dad', Sun Wukong.exe stopped working. He is 'Grandpa Sun' to all his monkey children but not anyone who wasn't his monkeys. Sillydillo being nonchalant with it, to Monkey Khan and finally MK calling him on purpose that nearly had him in tears from how happy he was.

Plans on getting adoption papers so the siblings are under his care legally (really to just solidify his father status even further). Sun Wukong is more the ready to show why he's 'The Great Sage Equal To Heaven' to anyone foolish enough to threaten his kids. Not even Lady Bone Demon can handle him under pure fatherly rage.

That's it for now! I do have an inkling why we haven't seen any other monkey yaoguai nor any mentions than Macaque in the show. Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Megapolis.

[imaginesbymk]

“Someone New.”

Peaky Blinders One Shot

Summary: MK loves Luca unconditionally, but she has doubts whenever she thinks about how he makes a living, and she wonders if he ever loved her at all to begin with.

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Adult!Me (MK)

Tags: swearing & my really bad italian translations + my bad attempts of writing angst (inspo; this drabble)

A/N: this plot is so cheesy, and i know i don’t write au/personal imagines, but this is just a lil something i put together as a celebration for reaching 500 followers!!! one shots are not open! 

read my luca changretta x OC x tommy shelby fic Pink + White here.

THE cigarette butt was put out in the ashtray when MK occupied the study room. Luca promised her a fancy dinner date at one of the finest restaurants in New York City, but he was late. In fact, he wasn’t even home. He wasn’t dead for sure. He was smart enough to dodge that fate. Instead he was out somewhere in the busy streets, probably attending a meeting with a company MK does not know of, or maybe got too carried away with the attractions the city had to offer at night. Maybe it was another woman. Either way, her blood was boiling. 

MK was a floater. Booze was always kept in a cabinet that opened every now and then, but she never dove into the chaotic lifestyle of partying and prohibition. She never thought in a million years she would wind up falling for a man who had an equal fair share of both, as his business dealt with importing and exporting alcohol into speakeasies, and the people who worked with him were no stranger to weapons and violence. 

The theatre in New York City was packed and busy, but they met at the wrong place at the wrong time. MK snuck backstage to get a glimpse of the performers, and instead walked in on a different room. Luca was trying to negotiate a deal with the manager of the theatre, they exchanged witty comments at each other just enough to show things were about to end on, quite literally, a broken leg. 

Luca turned his head when he noticed at the corner of his eye that someone was watching them at the door, surprised to see a person who wasn’t looking for trouble for the first time. She looked too naive to hold a gun properly. He watched as the manager shouted at MK, asking what she was doing there since only employees and performers were allowed in the back section, and tries calling for security. 

“Okay, okay! I’m going!” she backed away, not before giving Luca another glance and taking off from where she entered.

She saw him again on a different night. She had completely forgotten about their previous awkward encounter, but when she saw the familiar face taking a seat next to her at the bar, she recalled seeing the look he had when they first made eye contact.

“Apparently a lady can’t drink at the bar alone. So can a gentleman join ya?” He smirks, the bartender pours him about three fingers of gin.

She was stunned to see him nights after that. New York City was wild, and men like him took many breaths away. She slowly nodded, not using her words.

Was she sure about this? The man seemed dangerous, and more experienced in anything than she’ll ever be. Of all the women that dolled themselves up for the occasion and looked tremendously beautiful and sexy, while she simply wore what she could afford at that time, why would he give his attention to her and not them?

After shyly looking down at her glass, she dared to look back at him. He was still looking at her. The butterflies in her stomach danced as if they were listening to the song the band was playing on stage. It was those eyes.

MK gave up and headed for bed since it was already late, and the restaurant Luca had the idea of taking her to was most likely closed by now. She shuts the lamp and buried herself under the sheets, bottling her frustration by just clenching her jaw. He was home when she woke up. She found him in the study in a change of clothes, his hair was falling forward post-gel, and his raspy voice spoke in Italian with the telephone pressed against his ear.

“Sono io. Diglielo che l’affare è ancora concluso.”

MK melted every time he spoke his mother tongue, this time she couldn’t bare to hear him speak. She was still upset about last night, she didn’t wanna speak to him, yet she had so much to say. She leaves him to wake herself up with coffee without the thought of preparing a cup for him too. Minutes go by and MK sips her beverage when she hears him enter the kitchen. Luca stands on the other side of the island counter, looking down at her mug.

“I’m just gonna boldly assume you didn’t make me coffee on purpose.”

“Buongiorno to you too, Luca.” She turns away so she couldn’t face him.

“MaryKate.” She felt an odd tingle in her spine. Luca almost never refers to her by her full name, not even by her other nickname, which was Kate. It was beyond weird. He walks over and cups her face. “C’mon. I’m sorry, okay? I got wrapped up with business. I was literally losing my mind because those bird brains couldn’t do simple math—”

MK was about as half ready to smash the half filled coffee mug on the floor. “My God, Luca. Business this, business that. It was your night off for the whole fucking week. You couldn’t make Matteo take over?”

Luca swore under his breath and walked back to his study.

“Where are you going?” she asks sternly.

“Back to work.” You gotta be fucking kidding me. MK watched him disappear back into the study room, and she let out a groan. The caffeine entering her bloodstreams increased her pounding heartbeat, but she quickly calmed herself when she followed him inside.

“Can I come with you to your next meeting?”

“Do you wanna meet Santa Claus too?” Luca said dryly.

“I’ve only been to one meeting. I can’t imagine the rush of power unless I’m there to feel it, and you won’t let me.”

“Yeah, damn fucking straight I won’t let you,” Luca cleared his throat. “That last meeting, those people tried to make you feel uncomfortable.” He looked up from his work from the desk and stared at MK. “I won’t let you see what’s really behind closed doors.”

But the few nights after took a whole different turn. MK wouldn’t listen, and managed to unlock Luca’s cabinet filled with his weapons, and picked out the one she thinks she was capable of using. She didn’t enjoy stealing, but proving to Luca she could be just like him and still be with him would bring them closer was on her mind. It ended with her sneaking up on the group of men Luca and his men were speaking to, and she pointed her gun at the presumable leader.

Luca’s eyes filled with dread as he froze in his spot, immediately recognizing her. Matteo grabbed the gun from MK, cursing in Italian how stupid she was and why she followed them. They were lucky the men backed down when they realized it wasn’t a good time just yet, but the worst wasn’t over.

Luca and MK’s shouts echoed their entire manor that it was enough for the neighbors to hear them.

“I can’t trust you anymore!” Luca shouted. “You realized what you could of done?! Putting yourself in danger like that?!”

“I wanted to protect you!”

“I don’t need your fucking protection!” he slams the table. “I didn’t need you to follow me, all right?” he began cursing in Italian, something MK was never able to fully understand his language one hundred percent. He held her by the shoulders. “If you ever do that shit again, I’ll—”

“You’ll what, Luca?” she pushes him. “Leave me? You’ve been pushing me aside, you forget our date nights, I end up sleeping in our bed alone, wondering if your body is laying dead on the ground! Do you have any idea how much that scares me? I get how insane it is being in the mafia, but if you can’t spare one night with me, then why am I here?”

“Y’know what, maybe you’re right. Why the fuck are you here?” MK looked at him with an icy shock. Instead of processing what he had just said, Luca turned to head back to his office. “When you gain back your fucking senses, let me know.” And he slams the door.

None of them spoke all day, too caught up in their anger to check up on each other. Luca occupied himself alone while MK wandered around the house, avoiding the corridor to his study. She checked his schedule, he had somewhere to be the following evening, no surprise. 

She stayed in the kitchen until she heard Luca’s footsteps descend from the stairs and out the front door. As soon as she heard his car drive off and having the house to herself once again, MK slides down the wall of the hallway and finally broke down into tears.

Once she calmed down, she walked up to their shared master bedroom, and packed everything she could carry in her suitcase. The last thing Luca said to her caused an aching pain in her chest. 

She could just walk out if she couldn’t take it, Luca could find another woman to sleep with without any issue. She wouldn’t be surprised if someone new entered his life a week after. It would hurt like hell, but it was the sad reality of it all.

MK walked out. No goodbyes. No telephone calls, no handwritten note, just an empty house.

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HER old home was now owned by a friend of hers, and it contrasted the luxurious, spotless abode Luca let her stay in uptown. The taxi drive was quite long and she was exhausted, so she collapsed in the small bed, sleeping in the dress Luca had always loved seeing her wear. 

He spoiled her with riches and shared his aesthetic with hers, making sure she had her spot with fashion and art. In MK’s old home, it was decrepit. No one paid a visit because they hated the design, and no one saw her for who she really was, but Luca was different. He wanted her, and he got her. 

Days go by and MK still had the aching heartbreak in her chest as she entered downtown New York City at night to see a show in the grand theatre. She had to admit, she was bummed out when she saw how many people brought their lovers or husbands and wives to the show, and it seemed like she was the only one without either. She was alone.

MK picks up her pace and rushed inside to take her assigned seat and sighed in relief, staring at the red curtain on stage ready to come up and showcase the night, hoping to distract her from her inexplicable grieving.

The empty seat next to her was then taken, filling in the space between her and the next guest after. MK took in how the man’s fragrance was enriched and strong, and she could see the giant rings on his finger nearly covered some of the tattoos inked on his skin, including the crown tattoo on his hand, or the one on his neck which was a cross. His hat rested well on his lap and he hooked one leg on the other. His suit was clean as usual, and the cuffs on his wrist enclosed with the golden pressed buttons. 

No. Her heart raced as she turned to see his face. She was met with those eyes.

One thing she forgot to remember was the fact that Luca loved theatre, this was the theatre he usually goes to, and this was where they met. Of course he wouldn’t miss a show. He kept staring straight ahead as the loud cheers and applause erupted when the curtains rose. 

MK could barely pay attention to the performance. The tension rising between Luca’s presence and hers pressed together so tightly. He did this on purpose, MK thought. Fucking bastard!

Unless the last two empty seats were meant for them so coincidentally, as both of them bought solo tickets and wounded up next to each other. But this was insane. Luca was entitled enough to watch the shows up on the balcony for the best seats in the house, so why pick the orchestra seats?

It didn’t matter how, she never felt so uncomfortable in her entire life and couldn’t stifle her panic. 

Luca broke the ice, quietly talking over the music that transitioned to a slow chorus. “I made the owner arrange a seating. It was meant for another couple, but they never showed up.” He tries reaching for her hand when he noticed her tensing up. “MK, amore. calm down.” He looked at her with worry. “All right. I think we need to talk.”

MK broke out in an exhaled cry and got up. “Fuck this.” She carefully goes passed the seated guests before heading out the exit, running out of the theatre in tears until she could no longer breathe.

Luca chased after her onto the streets, pushing past people along the way. “MK, c’mon! Please don’t go.”

MK stopped and covers her face in her hands. “Don’t talk to me with that intimidating mafia shit, then!” Speak like a fucking human being, Luca!”

“Fine,” Luca pulled her from behind and held her. “I’m sorry.” He kisses her shoulder up to her neck. “I need you. It doesn’t feel right not having you here, MK.”

“You have far more important things than someone like me,” she says. “And you agree with that.” MK shivers, feeling the night cold and she hugs herself with her thin layered trenchcoat.

“You had nothin’ else to wear but that?” Luca’s eyes loomed over her outfit. “That’s not for winter.” He removed his long overcoat and wraps it around her. “You’re just as important as my work, and I didn’t take that seriously. I should of paid more attention.”

“You can’t just push me aside, Luca.” She turns around to face him. “Eventually, I’ll end up finding someone new, someone who won’t treat me like a second option.”

“I’d rather die.” Luca cupped her face. “I’ll do better, you hear me? God forbid if I ever neglect you again, I would never forgive myself.”

“Luca—”

“No. It’s hard to balance love and work, but I can’t just toss you away like that. You’re all the world to me.”

MK lookes down sadly. “Luca, I just know nothing will change. We’re so different.”

Luca shook his head. “That’s not gonna stop me.”

“But why?” MK asks. “There are women out there who would gladly take my place any day, and they’re ten times more experienced.”

“Sure, that may be true. But I can’t imagine spending my life with those women, sharing my home with them, waking up next to them, holding them, possibly having a future with them.” He lifts her chin. “Because I love you.” And he leans down, kissing her softly. MK wrapped her arms around him for support. He pressed his forehead on hers, his eyes still shut.

“I love you too, Luca.” The couple pulls away. “So, are we heading back inside?”

“Actually, there’s this restaurant I’ve been dying to take you to,” he smirks as he took her hand, and they began walking off down the streets of New York City, the lights blaring up on their bright faces like they were brand new.

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