#and what if it is just a flare up? I have to keep working I have to do my job I have to do chores I have to pack

[quackfallbackhq]

Transformers Autobots Characters Reacting To They're S/o Thinking Of Having Their Sparkling's (NSFW DRABBLES?)

(semi) SMUT - you been warned

The characters are written down below are,, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, Sideswipe, Crosshairs, Drift, Hound and Hotrod.

Optimus Prime

Optimus stills—his entire frame locked as your whispered words register.

You thought about having sparkings anyway.

His spark flares, heat thrumming through his frame as his servos instinctively tighten on your hips. His optics dim, processor struggling to keep up with the sheer weight of what you just confessed.

“You… thought about carrying mine?” His voice is low, rough—there’s something primal lurking beneath the usual control.

And then he groans, optics flickering as he pulls you closer, his frame still deeply connected to yours.

“… Then let’s make it happen.”

Bumblebee

Bee’s entire frame shutters, vents stuttering as he tries to process what you just said.

"You… you thought about it?"

His servos tremble against your thighs, his engine revving instinctively. You feel the way his spark pulses against yours, how his field tightens around you.

His optics flash, helm pressing into your shoulder as he grinds into you just a little more—still sensitive but reacting to the idea.

“Primus, you can’t just say that,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck, voice thick with something deep, something needy. “Now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Ratchet

Ratchet’s processor blue screens.

Like—this wasn’t a conversation he expected to have while still buried inside you.

His optics flicker, his servo gripping your waist as his vents struggle to cycle properly.

“… You want that?” His voice is rough, almost hoarse.

You nod, hips shifting just slightly against him, and he growls—low, deep, his spark flaring as the implications of what you’re saying hit hard.

“… Then we might need to test your frame’s compatibility,” he mutters, lips grazing your jaw. “Thoroughly.”

Jazz

Jazz whimpers.

Like, actually whimpers.

His processor is fried, his entire frame shuddering as your words settle into his very spark.

“Oh, frag—”

He buries his face against your chest, field wrapping around yours in a desperate, needy embrace.

"You can't just say that, babe,” he pants, his servos gripping your hips, optics blazing.

But then—he grins, lazy and sultry, his hips rolling just slightly to emphasize he’s still deep inside you.

“… Guess we better keep trying ‘til we know for sure, huh?”

Ironhide

Ironhide’s engine rumbles.

Your words sink in slowly—his processor taking an extra second to fully grasp what you just admitted.

And then?

His grip tightens.

"You thought about it, huh?" His voice is low, deep, filled with something possessive.

His optics flash, his entire field surging around you as he pulls you closer, his plating still pressed flush against yours.

“… Then maybe it’s time we stop thinking and make it real.”

Sideswipe

“Oh, frag, you mean that?”

Sideswipe’s vents shudder, his entire frame twitching from overstimulation, but frag if he doesn’t immediately react to what you just whispered.

You feel his engine rev, his servo gripping your thigh as his processor struggles to keep up.

"Primus, you can’t just drop that on me right after—"

His optics flicker, something hungry brewing in his expression.

“… You sure? ‘Cause I really wouldn’t mind putting in some more… effort.”

Crosshairs

Crosshairs chokes.

Like, full-on chokes. His vents glitch, his entire frame going rigid as his processor shuts down for a solid three seconds.

Then—his optics flick to yours. Wide.

“Wait, wait—you what?”

You smirk, shifting just slightly around him, and he groans, helm dropping back as his servos tighten around you.

"Primus, you can't just say stuff like that—" He pauses, optics flickering with something darker.

"... But if you're serious, sweetheart? Then frag, we better get to work."

Drift

Drift stills.

His optics are dark, his vents slow and measured—but his field? It flares so intensely around you that you feel the weight of his emotions immediately.

“… You would carry mine?”

His servo drifts to your abdomen, his plating still intimately pressed against yours as his spark pulses hard.

The reverence in his gaze, the way his lips part slightly as he drinks in your words—it’s overwhelming.

“… Then let us not waste time, my love.”

Hound

Hound groans—deep, rough, his entire frame thrumming beneath you.

"You thought about it?" His voice is gravelly, optics flickering as his servos tighten on your waist.

Then, suddenly, his lips are on you again—claiming, desperate, his spark pulsing violently against yours.

“… Then we better make damn sure it happens.”

And with the way he rolls his hips? Oh, he’s not stopping anytime soon.

HotRod

Hot Rod whimpers.

Like, actually whimpers. His vents are shaky, his optics wide as your words fully register.

“… Wait. You mean that?”

His field flares, his servos locking around your waist as his processor overheats.

You nod—smug, teasing—and he groans, his engine revving uncontrollably.

"Oh, frag, babe—you know I’m gonna make sure it happens now, right?”

And with the way his hips instinctively buck into yours again? Yeah, you knew exactly what you were doing.

notes - you can read this as different transformers shows or comics you wish, I personally imagine these of Bayverse autobots x cybertronian reader, there's still more I want to write down but let me know if you want more of different things!

[wordsofwhimsy]

⚔ How to Slay a Dragon ⚔

Pairing: Main!Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, slice of life

Word Count: 3,012

Synopsis: Reader has a little sister whose birthday is coming, and what she wants can be summed up in three words: princess, dragon, superhero.

a/n: okay this is cute as shit and everyone is entitled to their opinions but if you don’t agree with me you’re wrong

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when your little sister, Lily, burst into the living room, practically vibrating with excitement. Her wide eyes were filled with a mix of hope and determination, the kind of look that only a kid could pull off.

“I want to be a princess!” she declared, her voice bright with the confidence of a five-year-old who thought she could have anything if she just wished hard enough. “And... and Invincible has to save me!”

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. You were in the middle of making lunch, but Lily’s request was loud enough to catch your attention. You glanced over at Mark, who was lazily lounging on the couch with his phone in hand, only half-listening.

His eyes flicked to Lily, then to you. He froze, his gaze locking with yours for a split second. His lips parted, but before he could say anything, Lily was off again, talking a mile a minute.

“Because, like, Invincible always saves the day! And I wanna be a princess! Will he come? Can he come? Can I be a princess for my birthday?”

You swallowed, trying to keep your face from betraying the sudden panic bubbling in your chest. It wasn’t like you had never thought about the possibility of Lily putting two and two together. She adored Invincible—heck, she probably knew more about his heroic feats than you did. But hearing her make such a direct request hit you like a ton of bricks.

Mark, still trying to look casual, sighed deeply. "You know," he muttered under his breath, "I’m not sure Invincible will be able to make it. He’s, uh, super busy with saving the world and all that.”

Lily, however, wasn’t listening to him. She was too busy bouncing on the balls of her feet, her little hands clasped together as if pleading with the universe itself. “But... I really want Invincible to come! Please!” she begged.

You exchanged another glance with Mark. He gave you a subtle shrug, trying to act unbothered, though you could see the tension in his shoulders. You chuckled softly, hoping to defuse the moment before Lily noticed anything.

“That does sound really fun,” you started, crouching down to her level, “But I’m not sure if Invincible will be able to make it to the party. He’s really busy, and, well... saving the world comes first, right?”

Lily pouted, deflating just a little, but she didn’t give up. “But... I really want him to be here! He has to save me from a dragon, you know?” Her eyes glinted with determination again. “I can be the princess, but he has to be the hero!”

Mark’s lips twitched, clearly trying not to laugh at how serious she was. You could see his resolve softening, though he put on a mock-pensive face. “Well, I mean, being a superhero is tough work... but I’ve heard he’s a good guy. He might be able to stop by for a little bit,” he said, playing along.

Lily’s face lit up. “Oh, yay! I’m gonna be the princess! I’m gonna be just like one of those princesses in the books, and Invincible will save me from the dragon, and then we’ll have cake!”

You gave a small smile, grateful that she was still so young and innocent. “Of course, you’ll be the princess. And don’t worry,” you added, glancing at Mark, “we’ll make sure you have a super special day. You’ll be the star of the party.”

Lily twirled around in a circle, her dress flaring out behind her as she squealed in excitement. “I’m going to go play with my dolls now!” she declared, already running off to her room to plan out more of her royal adventures.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Mark sat up fully now, looking at you with an amused, slightly worried expression.

“So, uh, you heard that, right?” he asked, voice a little tight as he ran a hand through his hair. “She wants me to save her from a dragon.”

You nodded, crossing your arms as you leaned against the kitchen counter. “I heard. And I’m not gonna lie—she’s totally obsessed with you. I’m pretty sure she thinks you actually live up the clouds. Just waiting to swoop in and save the day.”

Mark sighed, running his hand over his face. “Yeah, well, now I’m definitely gonna have to show up. I can’t just let her down like that...”

You gave him a sympathetic look. “You’re sweet. Just another reason I love you.” You brought your fingers together to make a heart, winking at him with a smile. A light blush dusted his cheeks. Placing your hands back onto the counter behind you, you continued, “But as for the dragon...”

“Rex?” Mark interrupted, already knowing where you were going.

You grinned. “Exactly. He owes me a favor.”

Mark laughed softly, though it was more nervous than anything else. “Okay, so... I show up, save the day, and maybe knock out a few dragons. Then what? I just... leave? She’ll probably think it’s some kind of dream or something.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you said, waving it off. “We’ll make sure everything goes smoothly. I’ll keep it low-key, and I’ll handle the details. Just... try not to blow your cover. Can you imagine if she figured out you were actually him?”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “Not sure I want to...”

You breathed out a light laugh before turning back to the half-prepared meal. “Just be ready for a lot of pretending. This is gonna be one hell of a party.”

Mark gave a small, resigned chuckle. “I’m starting to realize that...”

You smiled, your heart glowing with affection for both him and Lily. “Thanks, Mark. She’s gonna love it.”

Mark smiled back, his eyes softening. “Anything for you... and for her.”

The next week, preparations were in full swing. You decorated your backyard with banners, balloons, and a massive cardboard castle you’d spent days putting together. Your little sister was bouncing around in her princess dress, completely unaware of the superhero shenanigans that were about to unfold.

“It’s perfect!” she shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

“We’re gonna have so much fun today!” You cheered along with her, adding the last streamer to the wooden fence. “Aren’t we Mark?” You tunned to your boyfriend who was lingering awkwardly by the snack table. Why did he look more nervous about this roleplaying than he ever did out in battle?

“Y-Yeah,” he stuttered, forcing a weird smile.

You quirked an eyebrow at him, for a second nervous that Lily would question his stiffness, but she simply twirled by him while humming a nameless tune.

Rex, ever the prankster, had thankfully agreed to be part of the party. He showed up wearing a makeshift dragon costume, looking absolutely ridiculous, but he was completely game for the idea. You had to admit, the dragon outfit was hilarious—bright green and covered in foam spikes—but it would do.

Finally, everything was set. The party guests had arrived, the kids were running around with cake smeared on their faces, and Lily was on her throne (aka, a fold-out chair with a plastic tiara), waiting eagerly for her hero to arrive.

“Invincible’s here!” one of the kids yelled excitedly as Mark arrived on the scene, striking a heroic pose. Lily gasped, her eyes wide in awe.

His arrival was anything but low-key. A streak of blue and yellow shot across the sky and in an instant, Mark descended from the clouds, lowering himself to the ground with his fists placed dramatically at his hips. The kids screamed in awe as he stood tall, a glowing presence of undeniable heroism.

“Invincible! You came!” she squealed, standing up and rushing to him.

Mark crouched down to her level, giving her a smile behind his mask. “I’m here to save the day, Princess.”

Lily giggled. “A dragon! It’s gonna eat me! You have to save me!”

At that moment, Rex, in his dragon costume, appeared from behind large oak tree, growling and stomping around like a child playing pretend. The other kids screamed and ran, but Lily, in her princess glory, stood tall, waiting for her hero to step in.

Without missing a beat, Mark sprang into action, launching himself toward the dragon. “Stay back, beast! You won’t hurt the princess on my watch!”

Rex growled playfully as Mark “fought” him off, throwing a few staged punches that sent Rex stumbling backward, dramatically toppling onto the grass with exaggerated “oofs.” The kids watched in rapt attention, some giggling, others gasping, caught up in the spectacle of it all.

Lily, standing like a true princess in her pink gown, clasped her hands together in awe. “Go, Invincible!” she cheered, her voice a mix of wonder and excitement. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she watched Mark fight off the “dragon.”

Things got a little wild as Rex—really getting into character—lunged at Mark with a loud roar. He was a little too enthusiastic in his movements and, with one miscalculated step, crashed into the play castle you’d spent so long putting together. You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t ache at the sight. The entire structure wobbled and collapsed in a cascade of pink and purple cardboard towers.

The kids screamed in mock terror, laughing and running in all directions. One of the younger kids even shouted, “The castle’s gone!” as if the dragon had destroyed the very heart of their kingdom.

Lily, eyes wide with a mix of shock and pure excitement, gasped. “The castle!” she squealed. Then, just as quickly, her expression shifted to a beaming smile. “It’s okay! Invincible will fix it!”

But the dragon wasn’t done yet. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he grabbed a plastic party cup from the snack table, holding it dramatically. The kids watched, intrigued, unsure of what was coming next.

Without warning, Rex tossed the cup into the air, and just as it reached its peak ascent, the plastic exploded with a loud pop! The kids screamed and laughed, some of them ducking in surprise at the burst of noise.

One of the younger kids screamed, “Ahh! The dragon’s breathing fire!” They scrambled back, terrified yet thrilled by the sudden explosion.

You froze for a moment, wide-eyed, before narrowing your eyes and glaring daggers at Rex, your stomach sinking. This was not part of the plan. You had been trying to keep things low-key, and Rex—of course—had to use his powers. You shot him an exasperated look, silently mouthing, Really?

Rex gave you an innocent shrug, clearly not understanding why you weren’t loving the “real” dragon fire. He mouthed back, What? They loved it!

But Mark, ever the hero, didn’t break character. He took one quick glance at Rex, then turned to Lily, his expression resolute. “Fear not, Princess!” he shouted, his voice booming with heroism. “I’ll protect you from any danger!”

Mark shot across the yard, zooming in Rex’s direction faster than a speeding bullet. Rex, seeing the intensity in Mark's gaze, let out a nervous growl and began backing away, slowly at first, then turning into a full retreat as Mark sped after him. The kids gasped as the two “fighters” flew across the yard, Mark grabbing Rex by the tail and lifting him off the ground. “Enough, dragon! You’ve caused enough chaos for one day!” Mark called out, his voice as commanding as ever. Rex let out a huff of defeat as Mark flew him high into the air, away from the party, until they were a tiny speck in the sky. The kids cheered, their excitement building. Mark returned to the ground with a soft landing, flashing a grin at the crowd. “The dragon’s been dealt with, Princess. The kingdom is safe again!” Lily squealed in delight, her eyes wide with amazement. “You really did it!” she beamed at Mark, who smiled back at her.

“Now to return you to your observation tower,” he said, doing his best to maintain a tone of bravado. Mark scooped her up in his arms, holding her securely against his chest as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “Hold on tight, Princess!”

Lily’s eyes widened as they slowly ascended up into the air, her small hands trying to grip onto his costume as she looked down at the ground below. “We’re flying!” she gasped, her voice full of wonder, but there was a hint of nervousness too.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” Mark reassured her, his tone soft. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.” He gave her a small smile, trying to ease her nerves. He made sure to keep the pace slow, not too fast, just enough to keep her comfortable as they gently floated up toward the second-floor balcony.

As they neared the balcony, Mark carefully adjusted his angle, ensuring that he landed softly, his feet touching the edge of the railing with expert precision. He moved slowly, making sure Lily felt the full security of his arms around her.

The backyard had gone completely quiet as the kids below watched, their mouths agape in awe. They’d never seen anything like it.

Mark landed softly, and when his feet touched the balcony, he stood still for a moment, making sure Lily felt secure before he even thought about letting go. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with reassurance. “We’re here, Princess,” he said gently. “Safe and sound.”

Lily, still wide-eyed but now completely at ease, looked up at him, her face lit with excitement. “That was so cool!” she said, her voice filled with joy, but there was no fear left in her expression. She had fully trusted him, and now, she was in complete awe.

Mark waved down at the kids below, who were staring up at him in wide-eyed wonder. They “ooo-ed” and “aww-ed,” completely captivated by the sight of a real superhero—Invincible—actually flying.

“Take care, everyone!” Mark called down, his voice carrying with that heroic quality.

He gave the small crowd below a salute, placed a gentle kiss to the back of Lily’s hand, then with a burst of speed shot into the sky once more, this time rising higher and higher until he was a small figure in the sky, leaving the partygoers to watch in awe. The kids below cheered and clapped as they watched him soar away, vanishing into the distance.

A few moments later, Mark walked through the fence into the backyard. He was dressed back in his usual attire with an overly casual expression on his face, looking around in a way that was beyond suspicious.

A minute later Lily came running down the stairs and into the backyard again, her excitement almost palpable. As soon as she saw Mark standing there, her face lit up with pure joy. She jumped up and down, clapping her hands excitedly.

“You missed it, Mark!” she exclaimed, her voice practically bursting with enthusiasm. “Invincible came and saved me from the dragon! He really saved me! You should’ve seen it! He flew me up to the balcony! It was amazing!”

She bounced around in circles, her eyes wide with excitement as she couldn’t stop talking about the adventure. “And then the dragon exploded a cup! And Invincible caught me! It was the best birthday ever!”

Mark chuckled, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched her excitement. He bent down to her level and ruffled her hair playfully. “Wow, sounds like Invincible did an amazing job,” he said, his voice light with amusement. “Guess you’ll just have to tell me all about it.” She hummed a happy sound of agreeance before bounding off to join the other kids.

As the chaos of the party continued—kids laughing, running around, and playing—you quietly made your way over to Mark. You stood beside him for a moment, just watching the scene. He was still grinning, but there was a softness in his eyes as he watched Lily and the other kids play.

Finally, you turned to him, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. “You know, you’re really good with her,” you said, your voice quiet but full of warmth.

Mark glanced at you, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he shrugged modestly. “I just wanted to make her birthday special, that’s all.”

You gave him a knowing look, tilting your head slightly as you crossed your arms. “Well, you did. And, honestly, you’re gonna make a great dad someday.”

Mark’s eyes widened, his face immediately turning crimson as he stammered, “A-a-are you serious? Y-you want to start a family?”

You laughed at his reaction, a light, playful sound that made his blush deepen. “Not quite yet,” you teased, the corner of your lips curling into a smile.

Without missing a beat, you grabbed his arm and gently rested your head on his bicep. You sighed contentedly, letting the peaceful moment take over. “But maybe someday.”

Mark, still flushed, looked down at you, a soft smile spreading across his face. The idea lingered in his mind, and he leaned down to kiss the top of your head, his lips brushing against your hair in a sweet gesture. He thought to himself, That'd be nice.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, surrounded by the laughter of the kids in the background, the warmth of the sun making everything feel just right. You were both content, thinking about the future in that quiet, almost unspoken way, knowing that whatever came next—one step at a time—was a journey you could take together.

[ssa-writerminds]

Hey so this might be a weird request… but 68 kill criminal minds mashup. Where Reid is undercover as chip Taylor. Everything else is up to you. Also if you do do this request, I loved your previous FIC where you had the reader with a larger chest… it made me feel great about my body!!! Hope you have a good day!!!

Spencer Reid || Undercover || 18+

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Mentions of 68 kill & it's general themes, kinda angsty, Reader is basically kidnapped (?), fem!BAU!Reader, Reader and Spencer are kinda hostile to one another, ooc Spencer, This might not make a whole lot of sense but i tried. 😭 One bed trope, because who doesn't love a trope... (sorry if you don't 😭) Not proof read and was written as I'm recovering from a flare up so i apologize if there's any mistakes 🤧 (lmk if there is!!)

Contents: You and Spencer had been paired together to catch a known criminal. He had been undercover for months now, and finally it was time to catch her. But what you didn't expect was to be stranded in a motel in a different state.

A/N: I absolutely love this request tysm for submitting it ‼️ I'm sorry it took so long! 😣 I hope you enjoy the direction i took this, and keep an eye out for the other parts I have planned! :) And thank you for the kind words!!! :( I'm so glad i could help you feel that way. If my fics help even one person feel slightly better about themselves or their day then it makes everything worth it! :) <3

8 months. That's how long it took for Spencer to befriend Liza. That's how long you spent watching their every move, reporting back to the BAU in Virginia. They had confirmed to you earlier today that they were making their way to your state and within the next couple of days you would be moving in on Liza.

You sighed as you got off the phone with Hotch. He had briefed you on how this would go. Spencer had told the team that Liza was planning to rob the house of her "employer". 68k and the lives of two people were on the line. You were all aware of how unstable Liza was, she could be set off with the flip of a switch, and so it was important that everything went as smoothly as possible.

You sighed, dialing the number of Spencer, who was undercover as 'Chip Taylor'. The phone rang a few times, it was early in the morning, so you assumed he was getting a safe distance away from Liza to answer the call.

--

Spencer, or 'Chip', stirred as the sound of his phone rang on the bedside. He moved his arm from underneath the sleeping Liza beside him. His eyes widened slightly as he saw your number pop up on the screen. He sat up as quickly as he could without alarming Liza, but still she stirred. "Who's calling you this early?" She groaned, turning her head over, pulling the sheets to her side of the bed.

"Just... work." He responded, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of pants. He made his way out of the trailer, walking to the other side so that Liza wouldn't hear him.

--

You sighed as you heard the phone finally pick up. "Spencer, get ready." You said, but you were sure your voice would be drowned out by the yawn on the other end of the line.

"For what?" Spencer replied sleepily.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. "You already forgot about what Liza's planning today?" You could hear the realisation in his voice, you heard a ruffle on the other end and assumed he was checking the time.

"Shit... What time does the team get here?" His voice was quiet, barely a whisper, and you could both only hope that no one could hear him.

"They just got on the jet so... two hours?" You heard Spencer sigh on the other line, realising that Liza would be intense today. They had talked about the plan together a few times, and each time Liza beat down any of Spencer's hesitation with her harsh words and attitude.

"I'll keep you updated the best I can..." You could hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Spencer. Eight months. It'll all be over soon, you can do this. I'll be with you every step of the way." He hesitated again but he thanked you. You hung up the call again and sighed. Spencer was strong, he was a good profiler and had talked down countless criminals in the past, you knew this. But the situation with Liza was different. He had been working on gaining her trust for almost a year, had lived with her every day, and witnessed her emotional volatility, how quick she could snap. Everyone knew she was dangerous, but that's all the more reason you needed to catch her. You could only hope that, for Spencer's sake, today would go smoothly.

-- -- --

The day turned to night. The McKenzie house grew peaceful, rooms turning to dark, the occasional light flicked on or off. Your phone buzzed with a text message as you took cover in a bush towards the side of the house.

Spencer: Pulling up now. Liza has guns. Very agitated.

You ducked further into the bush as you saw headlights poking through the tall fence guarding the plot. You watched a red car pull up to the drive and saw the headlights turn off. You saw Liza turn on the light inside the car, demanding something of Spencer. The nerves were evident on his face and you could see his eyes scanning the house. You took a breath, trying to calm your own mind, praying that Spencer could follow along with her demands until the team got here. You felt a vibration in your pocket and pulled out your phone.

Hotch: Cops not ready. Stop Spencer. Be there in 30.

Shit. You looked up to the car again in time to see Spencer and Liza exiting the car. You could barely contain the anxiety that attacked every sense. The cops wouldn't be here for another half hour. Would they be here that long? You needed to get the message to Spencer, but how? He couldn't answer his phone now. You watched as Liza pulled Spencer in by the collar and aggressively kissed his lips. You couldn't help the scowl that made it's way onto your face. It was up to you to make sure he didn't get himself killed from this point on. You knew that as soon as he learns the cops wouldn't be here when expected that he'd crumble. Once you were sure they couldn't see you, you climbed out of the bush and made your way into the house through the back.

--

You stepped through the threshold of the house. Dead silence filled the room you were in. The kitchen. You had memorized the layout of the house and knew that Spencer and Liza would be passing through the hallway anytime soon. You ducked behind a counter and waited until their footsteps faded away. Hearing them pass, you made your way out into the same hall and watched as they turned the corner. The sound of a floorboard creaking and whispered profanities filled the small space and you hid behind the wall again.

"Chip, what the fuck!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Just get your ass in here!"

You sighed, hearing their whispers and hearing their footsteps proceed even further away. You caught your breath before you followed behind them, skipping the floorboard you had heard them step on. As you got to a doorway you could see Spencer and Liza inside, as well as Mr. McKenzie sat on the couch, the tv shining onto his face. You hid behind the doorway as they walked further into the room. Mr. McKenzie's headphones prevented him from hearing the hushed whispers of Spencer and Liza.

"What are you doing?" Spencer's voice was panicked as Liza approached Mr McKenzie from behind the couch.

"I'm takin' care of business Chip. Just go find the money!" You could hear the smirk in Liza's voice. Could hear her gun cocking. And you definitely heard the gunshot that rang through the air. You held in the gasp that threatened to leave your chest, but Spencer had a different reaction.

Footsteps from behind you distracted you from their argument and you quickly ducked into another room, just as the screams of Mrs. McKenzie rang through the hallway.

"Get her Chip!" Liza shouted. You closed your eyes, willing for this to not end badly. Spencer and Mrs. McKenzie scuffled shortly on the floor before you heard another gunshot. The panicked shout of Spencer calmed the fear that he had been the one shot.

"Liza, what the fuck! This wasn't what I agreed to!"

"Oh get a grip Chip! Think about the money!"

Footsteps on the stairs let you know that it was safe to come out of your hiding place. You rushed over to Mrs. McKenzie and checked her pulse. She was gone. You apologized quietly before heading into the living room. Mr. McKenzie was also gone.

"Who's that?" Liza's voice rang from upstairs, startling you. You looked up in time to see Spencer leaning over the overlook. You were sure you had the same expressions on your face. Shock and fear. Spencer knew that something was wrong as soon as he saw you alone. He shook his head as he saw your eyes fill with apologetic dread.

"Chip!? Take her out!" Liza hit his shoulder, going back to the money. Spencer quickly took off down the stairs, and before you knew it, you were in front of each other in the kitchen speaking in hushed whispers. Spencer's hands held your shoulders as he shook you gently.

"Where is everyone!?"

"Something went wrong at the station, they said they'd be thirty minutes like ten minutes ago."

Spencer sighed, running a hand through his tussled hair. You tried not to show your fear. Being strong right now was the most important thing if either of you were going to get out of this situation.

"Great. That's just great!" He pushed your shoulders away in frustration, but you couldn't blame him.

"Spence... We just need to-" You froze when Spencer's eyes widened, looking behind you.

You turned, but were interrupted by a hit to your head. Everything went quiet and dark.

-- -- --

Your arms ached as you came to. You could feel every limb forcefully pressed towards your body. Your head pounded and you were sure there would be an abrasion there. The feeling of the ground moving beneath you, and the small space you were in let you know that you were in the trunk of a car. The trunk of Liza's car...

You tried to move, tried to punch out the headlights, lift the top of the trunk, but it all amounted to nothing. You couldn't stop the anxiety flowing through your body and the tears filling your tired eyes as you thought about the situation you were in. You were in the trunk of a dangerous criminal's car. She had Spencer, and guns. You and Spencer had never gotten along in your time at the BAU, but you were sure he wouldn't be able to shoot you if it came to it. This would be the end of the both of you.

You also knew that by now the rest of the team would've arrived at the McKenzie house to find neither you, Spencer, or Liza there, but both of the McKenzies dead. This couldn't have gone any worse if you tried to.

"I told you, we should just take her out to a field somewhere and shoot her, no one will know!" You could hear Liza arguing with Spencer in the driver's seat. You trusted Spencer to fight for you, but you didn't know how well it would end for him.

"We can't just do that Liza!"

"Why not Chip? We have the money, we can go wherever we want, run away together. Don't you want that Chip?"

You heard Spencer sigh, he hesitated. "Chip?" Liza's voice called again. You willed for him to say something, anything. The longer he stayed quiet, the more agitated Liza would get. You could sense he was going to try and talk her down from this, but Liza wasn't someone who could be talked down.

"Why don't we just drop her off at a motel?"

"Chip, baby, she saw our faces."

"Just... I don't know, tell her not to snitch?" You heard Liza laugh loudly. Suddenly, the car came to a stop, causing you to hit your head on the metal of the trunk. You heard the car door open and slam closed, and then the trunk opened. You looked up to see Liza standing above you.

"Get out." Her voice was calm at first, but when you didn't react straight away, she raised it. "I said get out!" You climbed out of the trunk quickly, raising your hands as she pointed her gun towards you. "Put this on." She handed you a piece of black fabric, gesturing to your eyes. As you looked back to the car you saw Spencer standing, looking at you with wide eyes. You obeyed Liza's orders and out on the blindfold. She turned you around and tied your hands afterwards. "Get in the back of the car and stay quiet."

--

The rest of the journey was silent. Neither Spencer nor Liza said a word to each other. You couldn't see Spencer, but you could hear him bouncing his leg and fidgeting with his gun. The next time the car stopped, Liza ordered him to get you out of the car.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered to you as he pulled you out of the back seat. You nodded in acknowledgement, making the job easier for him.

"Here." Liza said, and you could hear the rustling of paper.

"What's this?"

"Hopefully enough to get you two a room. I've seen the way you look at her, don't act dumb. You two can go live in this crappy motel, maybe the desert when you've ran outta money, but I'm gonna buy me a big, nice house with a pool." You could hear the smile in her voice. Evil, cunning, exactly as you had all profiled her. You jumped slightly as you heard the door slam shut again, and the tires squeal as the car drove off.

Your hands shook as you tried to undo the fabric tied around your wrists. Spencer sighed, putting what you assumed to be the money in his pocket, and helped you undo the restraints. "Here, let me..." Once he untied you, you took off the blindfold.

"Fuck!" Spencer shouted beside you, kicking a rock into the road. You had never heard him swear like this before, sure, when he was "Chip" he had learned what kind of personality to use to attract Liza, but she was gone now, Spencer could be, well, Spencer again.

"Spence..." You said quietly, raising a hand to rest on his shoulder, but he shied away from your touch. "Spence please..."

"Just go away! I need to think for a second." He sat down on the sidewalk, head in his hands. You stood there, watching him, at a loss for words and unsure how to help him cool down. You had never seen him this angry before.

A buzz in your pocket interrupted you. You still had your phone! The screen lit up with Hotch's name and you breathed a sigh of relief.

Hotch: We've got her car and know where she's headed, not far behind her. There's a motel not far from you. Take the rest of the night off. Pick you both up tomorrow.

You sighed, thankful that the team knew where you and Spencer were, and were following closely behind Liza. You turned to Spencer again, who seemed to be calmer now.

"They got her..." You said quietly, not wanting to agitate him again. "Hotch said we can take the night off..." You waited for his response. He simply nodded, standing and walking in the direction of the motel.

-- -- --

The reception building was dim. The amount of keys on the wall told you that people didn't stay here often, and you just hoped that the rooms were clean. "Hello! Room for two?" A friendly voice appeared behind the desk.

You smiled at the short man and nodded, Spencer just put the money in front of him, still clearly upset about the events of the night. "Whatever this will get us."

The man smiled widely, taking the money and counting. "A double room, and I'll also sign you up for breakfast."

"Is there enough for seperate rooms?" Spencer asked, but the man apologized and shook his head. You both had secretly hoped that there was enough for two single rooms, but now you just hoped that there were two separate beds.

Spencer took the keys and guided you around to your room. He unlocked the door for you and let you inside first.

The room wasn't terrible, it smelled worse than it looked, but it by no means was dirty. It just had a... scent to it. Your nose crinkled as you took in the room around you.

Spencer walked over to the bed and sighed, looking down at it. "There's only one bed..."

-- -- --

To be continued...

[nahoney22]

Liar Liar (Part 7/?)

Part 7 - The Truth // <<< Part Six

🫧 Pairings: Commander Fox X Female!Reader

🫧 word count: 4.5k

🫧Chapter Summary: With questions and gossip spiralling out of control, Fox takes action and takes you on a date to break the news. However, it doesn't go exactly to plan.

🫧Chapter Warnings: safe for work, flirty texts, flirting, reader wearing a red dress, heavy angst, crying, heartbreak, trust issues, comfort, accidental confessions.

 

    "Hound, can I have a word?" It was the next day, and during your lunch break, you spotted Hound lingering by the counter, balancing a tray of food while waiting for the next available seat. The moment you saw him, the urge to speak to him flared up, overriding your initial plan to just grab something to eat and return to your desk.

Excusing yourself, you wove through the crowd of officers and troopers, brushing past shoulders until you reached him just before he could sit down.

The Sergeant blinked in surprise at your sudden appearance—though even more at the clear irritation in your tone. That alone was enough to catch his attention. You weren’t usually one to sound so bothered.

Adjusting his grip on his tray, he arched a brow. “Everything alright?”

You ignored the question and tilted your head, gesturing for him to follow. Hound hesitated briefly but ultimately sighed and followed you out of earshot of the bustling mess hall.

Once you were in a quiet enough spot, you turned to face him, arms crossed. “Want to tell me why Thire and Stone think me and Commander Fox are a ‘thing’?”

His mouth opened, then promptly closed. He awkwardly glanced to the side, shifting on his feet like a guilty cadet caught sneaking extra rations. “Yeah… about that… that’s, uh, my error.”

“Yeah, it is, ” you echoed sharply. “Why would you say something like that? What even made you think that in the first place?”

He let out an uncomfortable chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was just an observation.”

“An observation ?” You huffed, throwing your hands in the air. “Hound, me and Fox barely speak. ”

“I know, I know,” he said quickly, shifting his tray from one hand to the other, “I just… I don’t know, I thought I noticed something.”

You gave him a flat stare. “Like what?”

He hesitated, choosing his next words carefully. “Like the way he looks at you.”

Your brows shot up. “The way he looks at me?”

“Forget I said anything,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have said anything in the first place.”

You sighed, pressing a hand to your forehead. “Well, does Fox know about this ridiculous gossip?”

Hound frowned. “Of course not.”

“Good. And I don’t want him to know.”

The last thing you needed was for Commander Fox to hear about this. The man already carried the weight of Coruscant’s security on his shoulders—he did not need to be burdened with some absurd rumor about the two of you.

But then, a thought struck you.

You lowered your hand, eyes narrowing slightly as a memory resurfaced—Fox and Hound, standing in the hangar yesterday. It had looked… tense. Almost heated.

Frowning, you tilted your head. “That reminds me, what was that about yesterday?”

Hound stiffened, lips pressing into a firm line. “What was what about?”

“The conversation you had with Fox in the hangar.” You studied him carefully. “Looked serious. ”

There was conflict in his gaze. Hesitation. But after a moment, he sighed and shook his head. “Nothing worth worrying about. A patrol went wrong. That’s all.”

You watched him closely, trying to gauge whether or not that was the whole truth.

But eventually, you nodded. “Alright,” you said, relieved that at least it wasn’t about you.

Hound exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Sorry about the gossip. I really didn’t mean for it to spread.”

You rolled your eyes, but the irritation had mostly faded. “Just… maybe keep your ‘ observations’ to yourself next time.” You mutter, using air quotations.

He held up his hands. “Duly noted.”

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Fox was a kriffing mess.

The situation with you was spiralling out of control—a beautiful disaster he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

He had tangled himself in a lie so foolish, so reckless , it made his stomach churn. But the way you spoke to him, the way you laughed, the way you flirted with Whisky … Stars, he had never wanted anything more.

And then, there was that officer .

Fox had seen the way the man looked at you in the hangar. It was painfully obvious—squared shoulders, a little too eager, the way his eyes lingered when you smiled. Kriff, it almost hurt.  

It shouldn’t have affected him. It had no right to affect him. But it did. A hot coil of something ugly, possessive, wrapped around his ribs at the sight. Another man looking at you the way he did.

And then there was Hound.

Fox clenched his jaw as his mind replayed the words from the hangar.

"You haven’t told her? I swear, Fox, if you don’t in the next few days, I will. She deserves better.”

He hated how involved Hound was in this. Hated that he was right .

He needed to tell you the truth. But how selfish would it be if he stretched this out just a little longer?

Even now, hidden in a dimly lit storage closet—far away from the constant questions about Rik Waldar , away from his brothers, away from you —he found himself rereading your messages from last night. Stars, he was smitten.

And from your replies, so were you.

He squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling sharply through his nose. “No. Stop it, Fox,” he muttered under his breath.

Yet, later that night, when the barracks had gone quiet and all his brothers were sleeping, he still found himself sneaking back to his office. Just to sit there, datapad in hand, waiting for your next message.

And tonight was no exception.

So, any pretty girls at the new base?

A smirk tugged at his lips at your message. Were you the jealous type?

None as pretty as you.

It didn’t take long for you to respond.

Ugh. You are smooth. Ever been told that before?

Once or twice. Why? Is it working?

He leaned back in his chair, waiting, knowing you’d take a moment to compose yourself. Sure enough, a minute later you reply.

Maybe. But I already like you, so you don’t have to try that hard.

Fox’s heart stopped. For a brief second, he forgot how to breathe. His hand tightened around the datapad, reading the words over and over again.

You already liked him.

Shit.

His fingers hovered over the keys, mind racing with what to say and how to respond without giving away too much. But before he could, another message came through.

Hound said something weird to me today, by the way.

His stomach twisted.

Weird how?

Apparently, he thinks I have a thing for Commander Fox.

Fox stiffened, eyes locked onto the screen, pulse thrumming in his ears.

Do you?

Your reply came fast. Too fast.

Pfft. Not a chance. He’s uptight and irritable all the time. It’s exhausting just being near him. He even walked me back to the station the other day and I felt so awkward.

Fox felt that one like a punch to the gut.

Damn. You really didn’t like him. Not as Fox, anyway.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep his tone casual.

What if he’s just misunderstood?

Then he should try being less of an arse. Not my problem.

Fox exhaled slowly through his nose, tapping his fingers against the desk before taking a big gulp of caf. Stars, maybe he should have let you go on a caf run. That machine really is terrible. Anyway, he wasn’t sure why he asked what came next—maybe because, despite everything, he wanted to hear your answer: Is it just the attitude? Or are looks a factor too?

A pause. Then—

Dunno. Never seen his face, so I couldn’t say.

Fox stared at your message for a long moment. The truth sat heavy in his chest, but he still found himself typing.

Do looks matter?

Not really. But it’s nice to put a face to a name.

He runs a hand over his face, groaning softly into it. Right, he had to get this over and done with. 

Meanwhile back at your place, you lay sprawled out on your stomach, datapad clutched between your hands, grinning so hard it almost hurt.

Do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?

The words had sent your heart into a fluttering mess, your feet instinctively kicking the air behind you as your mind instantly leapt to one question: What the hell am I going to wear?

Your fingers flew over the keyboard as you typed out a response, still biting back a smile.

Not going to ditch me this time?

His reply was immediate.

I promise.

You exhaled softly, rolling onto your back as your eyes flickered toward your wardrobe. You weren’t sure what kind of date Whisky had in mind, but that didn’t stop you from mentally sorting through every outfit you owned, already imagining what he’d like.

What kind of date did you have in mind?

One where I wine and dine you.

Your grin grew as you typed back.

I hope there’s dessert.

There will be.

Stars . If he kept this up, you were going to be insufferable tomorrow.

But as your excitement buzzed, a nagging thought tugged at the back of your mind. The hangar.

That moment when he had rushed off like something urgent was happening; only for you to later find out that there hadn’t been an issue at all. No escaped prisoner, no commotion. And then there was the thing he had been meaning to tell you.

You chewed your lip before hesitantly typing,

Will you tell me what you wanted to? Back in the meadow?

There was a slight pause before he replied.

Yes, I will. Please don’t worry. It will be okay.

You really hoped so.

Your stomach twisted slightly at the possibilities. He’d assured you there was no other woman, so that ruled out one terrifying thought. But what if it was something worse? Was he ill? Was there something serious he wasn’t telling you?

You grimaced, quickly pushing the thought aside before you could spiral.

Instead, you let your fingers brush over the keys, heart lightening as you typed,

You know, you really make me happy.

His response came quickly.

Good. Because you make me happy too.

That warm, giddy feeling spread through your chest, and before you could stop yourself, you let your fingers hover before typing something a little more… bold.

If the date goes well… maybe I’ll reward you.

There was a pause for a small moment. You feared maybe you were too bold but then:

Yeah? And what kind of reward are we talking about?

You grinned wickedly, rolling onto your side, fingers teasing the screen as you debated just how far you wanted to push him.

Oh, you know. Something worth being good for.

This time, the pause was longer.

Then, finally—

You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.

And you laughed, fully, out loud, feeling your cheeks heat at the thought of Whisky, wherever he was, probably losing his mind right now.

But what you didn’t know was that Fox was losing his mind.

Fox leaned back in his chair, his head tipping against the wall as he let out a slow, controlled breath through his nose. His datapad rested against his stomach, his free hand dragging down his face in frustration.

Or maybe desperation.

Because, stars, you were killing him. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. And it was his fault.

The way you flirted with him—unknowingly flirting with Fox —had him spiraling into dangerous waters. He felt warm, restless, an ache settling low in his stomach as his body reacted far too eagerly to the teasing words on the screen.

And that last message?

"Something worth being good for." He repeats in a whisper. His jaw clenched as he exhaled sharply, the heat of it crawling down his spine. He needed to stop this. He needed to stop before he said something incredibly stupid. 

I have to go.

Your response was instant.

So soon?

Yeah. Before I say something I shouldn’t.

Fox ran a hand through his hair, trying to will away the heat still simmering under his skin. Yep, he was certainly turned on right now.

Meet me tomorrow at 1900, west sector entrance. Dress nice.

Oh? Dress nice? Are you taking me somewhere fancy, Whisky?

Fox smirked, fingers gliding smoothly over the screen.

You’ll see. Sweet dreams, sweetheart.

He was just about to shut off the datapad when a new message came through.

Wait!

His thumb hovered over the screen. He exhaled slowly, waiting, heart thudding just a little faster than it should.

I miss seeing you.

A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest as he leaned back in his chair, his smirk returning.

Seeing me? Sweetheart, how do you think I feel? I can’t even see your beautiful face.

Smooth. He had to give himself credit—he was good at this. The easy flirting, the charm, the teasing. It was second nature by now.

But the moment your next message appeared, the confidence wavered.

Do you want to see me?

His breath hitched. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as warmth spread in his chest…and a little lower.

That was flirty. And enticing.

His hand flexed against his thigh before quickly tapping out a response, keeping it light.

See you, how?

The three dots appeared for what felt like forever and a day until:

Don’t be thinking naughty thoughts, Whisky. Only my face.

Fox let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. Kriff. That was a relief. Not that he would have gone through with it if it had been something more, but still… He wasn’t sure how much self-control he had left after tonight’s teasing.

Then, a new message. A file attachment. Fox swallowed thickly as his thumb hovered for half a second before tapping it open.

And stars above—

His breath stalled in his throat.

It was just a picture of your face, nothing more, nothing scandalous—just you in bed, your head resting on your pillow, strands of hair messy around your face, lips parted ever so slightly, eyes soft and warm.

Beautiful.

Perfect.

He blinked, his chest tightening with something he didn’t want to name. Instead, his fingers moved on instinct.

You’re perfect.

And with that, he shut off the datapad, tossing it onto his desk before dragging his hands down his face with a long, suffering groan.

Tomorrow was going to kill him.

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1900 hours. Dressed to impress. West Sector. Gift in back pocket.

Fox paced, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his white button-up crisp against his toned frame. The sleeves were neatly rolled up, a careful balance of refined and relaxed, but the way he kept shifting his weight gave away his nerves.

He had been replaying this moment for hours. What to say. How to act. How not to mess this up. All because he had accepted a note from you at 79’s.

"What was I thinking?" He muttered under his breath.

“Hey, handsome.”

Fox turned so fast he nearly stumbled, eyes widening.

And kriff, he was glad he did.

There you stood, bathed in the golden glow of Coruscant’s streetlights, dressed in deep red—the colours of the Guard. The dress hugged your figure in a way that made his throat go dry, and your heels only added to the effortless confidence you carried.

For a moment, he could only stare.

“Wow,” he breathed, the word slipping out before he could stop it.

The smile you gave him in return? Yeah, he was in trouble.

“Oh, stop it,” you teased, stepping closer, hands tucked behind your back. “You look very dashing, Whisky .”

He exhaled a soft chuckle, rubbing his hands together as if that would stop the heat creeping up his neck. “Thanks,” he murmured. Clearing his throat, he extended an arm. “Shall we?”

You took it without hesitation, slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow, the warmth of your touch searing through the fabric of his sleeve. Your perfume drifted close—light, sweet, and enough to scramble his thoughts.

As he flagged down a cab, you glanced at him curiously when he rattled off an address.

“Somewhere special?”

Fox smirked. “Somewhere deserving of you.”

Your stomach flipped in excitement.

The ride was short, but that didn’t stop him from slipping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. It was easy, effortless—like this had always been a habit between you. Soft conversation flowed between the two of you, words dipped in laughter and teasing as the city lights blurred outside the window.

When you arrived, your breath caught.

Fox helped you out of the cab, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as he guided you forward. The restaurant was breathtaking. Twinkling fairy lights draped across wooden beams, casting a golden glow over the space. Trellises overflowed with soft blossoms, their fragrance mingling with the cool evening air. A fountain gurgled softly in the center of the courtyard, its quiet song blending with the hum of conversation.

He had gone all out.

Fox pulled out your chair, waiting for you to settle before taking his own.

“Well, Whisky ,” you giggled, resting your arms on the table, “you’re full of surprises.”

He smirked, pouring you both a glass of wine from a bottle swiftly delivered by a server. “You think so?”

“I know so.” You raised your glass, tapping it lightly against his before taking a sip. “How many girls have you brought here?”

His brow lifted slightly. “Would you believe me if I said none?”

You narrowed your eyes, playful. “I don’t know. You are a smooth talker.”

Fox chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced down at the menu. You watched him for a moment, admiring the way the dim lighting softened his features, how the corners of his mouth twitched when he was focused.

Then, something shifted.

His shoulders tensed, fingers tightening around the menu, his usual air of confidence faltering ever so slightly.

Your smile faded, just a touch. “Hey,” you said softly, reaching across the table to place your hand over his. “You okay?”

Fox blinked, snapping back to the moment. He looked at your hand—warm, steady, grounding—before clearing his throat and reaching for his drink.

“Y-yeah,” he said, voice not quite as smooth as before. He took a long sip, setting the glass down carefully. “Sorry. Just… nervous.”

You squeezed his hand gently before pulling back, offering him a reassuring smile. “It’s just me, Whisky. Nobody else.”

His jaw tightened for a moment, like he was biting back words.

You were. He wasn’t.

Then, he exhaled slowly and sat up straighter. “I know,” he murmured. “And I’m lucky you are.”

The tension melted just as quickly as it had come, and soon enough, conversation flowed again. The wine disappeared steadily, the appetisers arrived, and between bites, you found yourself giggling at his dry humour, your foot grazing his leg beneath the table.

“Careful,” Fox murmured, smirking against the rim of his glass.

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Careful of what?”

His smirk deepened. “You know exactly what.”

“Mm. Do I?” You dragged the tip of your shoe just a little higher up his calf, watching the way his fingers twitched against his glass.

Fox exhaled sharply, setting his drink down with deliberate care.

“You’re playing with fire,” he warned, voice lower now.

You bit back a smile, taking a slow sip of wine. “Then I hope you’re fireproof.”

His fingers drummed against the table, gaze locked onto yours—dark, unreadable, utterly consumed. Then, with a quick glance around, as if double-checking your privacy, he reached into his back pocket.

“Before I forget…” he started, voice softer now, something almost uncertain laced within it. “I should give you your gift.”

You sat up a little straighter, warmth rushing to your cheeks as he placed a small, square box in front of you.

Your fingers brushed over the lid, heartbeat picking up. “A gift?”

Fox rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flickering to yours before he nodded. “It’s nothing huge, but…” He opened the box, revealing a delicate bracelet inside—a single red gem dangling from the thin band.

“Oh, Whisky,” you breathed, a grin appearing as you carefully lifted it from the box. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the weight of it cool against your skin. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

The tension in his shoulders eased at the sincerity in your voice. “Beautiful,” he murmured, fingers ghosting over your wrist as he latched it on for you, “like you.”

It was easy to get lost in this, lost in him.

For a little while, nothing else mattered.

For a little while, everything was perfect.

And then, in an instant, it wasn’t.

Your eyes drift over Fox’s shoulder, catching sight of a familiar figure. “Oh, hey! It’s Pia. You okay if I go say hi?”

Fox glanced back too, spotting Pia by the reception desk. She hadn't seen either of you yet, focused on whatever she was waiting for. “Sure,” he said lightly. “Just don’t go running off on me.”

You humoured him with a smile, brushing a hand over his shoulder as you passed.

“Pia?”

She turned at the sound of your voice, her face lighting up instantly. “Hey, you!” She pulled you into a quick hug, then leaned back, eyeing you with approval. “Damn, girl, you look sexy.”

You laughed, giving her a mock twirl. “Doing my best. I’m on a date.”

“Oh, same! Though mine’s late.” She rolled her eyes but grinned anyway. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

You nodded back toward your table. Pia’s gaze followed, her brows lifting slightly.

“Well, well,” she mused, chuckling. “Didn’t think the Commander had it in him.”

Your smile remains but sudden confusion surfaces.

“Hm?”

Pia glanced at you, still grinning. “I mean, I saw you two all cosy at 79’s. Figured you had a thing for him.”

You blinked, tilting your head. “Sure, but Whisky isn’t a Commander .”

Something shifted in Pia’s expression.

She looked back at Fox still sitting there, unaware, completely at ease. Then back at you.

“…Whisky?”

A cold unease settled over you. “Yeah.”

Pia’s lips parted, her arms crossing over her chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a Whisky ,” she said carefully. “And that? That isn’t one.”

Your stomach turned. “What are you saying?”

She hesitated, then exhaled. “That’s Fox. ”

The world around you dulled into nothing. Your mouth opened, but no words came. “Say that again.”

Pia’s confidence wavered, her grin long gone. “Love… I told you who he was that night.” Her brows knit together. “I thought you knew .”

No.

No, she hadn’t told you. She had been about to, but then a patron had called for her, and the moment had slipped away. You had never questioned it. Had never thought to.

It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be.

Your head shook, a sickening drop in your stomach. “He… he told me his name was Whisky.”

Pia shifted uncomfortably, glancing between you and the man you thought you knew. “Wait—m-maybe it is,” she fumbled, grasping for something, anything to take back what she had just said. “I mean, he’s a clone, right? They all look the same, maybe—”

Her desperate excuse fell apart the second the next voice cut through the restaurant.

“ Fox! What are you doing here?”

Your blood ran cold.

Pia spun first, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

The voice belonged to Thire. He was walking straight toward your table, waving like it was nothing.

Fox stood quickly, his entire body stiff, hand raising in a useless attempt to silence his brother.

It was too late.

You felt him look at you.

Your eyes locked onto his, and in that moment, your heart shattered.

Everything you had built, every moment, every word— a lie.

A sharp breath lodged in your throat. You didn’t speak. Couldn’t. The weight in your chest threatened to crush you, and all you could do was turn on your heel and walk.

No— run.

Pia called your name, but you barely heard her. The restaurant blurred past, the cool air of the street hitting your face as you pushed through the doors. Your heart pounded in your ears, drowning out the noise of passing speeders and distant chatter.

Somewhere behind you, voices rose in argument—Pia’s unmistakable fury, sharp and cutting.

And then—

“ Wait! ”

Your breath hitched, legs faltering as you came to an abrupt stop.

Footsteps. Heels against pavement. Pia.

She caught up, panting slightly, hands gripping your wrists the second she reached you.

“I don’t understand,” you choked, a sob clawing its way to the surface. Your hands covered your mouth, shaking. “Why would he do this?”

Pia’s own frustration simmered beneath her concern, her jaw tight. “I don’t know, love.” She squeezed your hands. “I don’t have a clue what was going through his mind.”

The tears came too fast, hot and relentless. You tried to wipe them away, but it was useless. The pain of it, the humiliation —it burned like fire beneath your skin.

Pia didn’t hesitate. She pulled you close, her arms wrapping around you as you broke. “D-did he want to hurt me?” Your voice was barely there, raw and shaking. “I don’t— I don’t get it. ”

She exhaled a slow, miserable sigh, resting her chin atop your head. “I… I couldn’t tell you.”

But you could tell her.

And oh, did you have answers. “He never liked me,” you whispered, hiccuping between sobs. “Fox—he was always rude to me. It’s like he wanted to play with me.”

A look flickered across Pia’s face. One you couldn’t read.

“Would he do that?” she asked, voice hesitant. “Really?”

You pulled back slightly, pressing a trembling hand over your chest, trying to steady your breath. “W-why lie about who he was? He always talked about Fox—Fox this, Fox that.” Your stomach twisted. “Was he just—just trying to figure out what I didn’t like about him? Was this some kind of—of sick joke?”

It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense.

Your mind raced in circles, spinning, grasping for answers you didn’t have. “Am I a bad person?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

Pia didn’t hesitate. “No.” She shook her head, voice firm. “You’re a kind-hearted person, and some idiot wanted to test that.”

It should have been comforting. It wasn’t.

Because none of it changed the truth.

“Oh—oh, stars. ” A fresh wave of dread crashed over you. “Thire! He’s going to tell everyone . ” Your breath came faster, panic swelling. “I can’t—I can’t —”

“Shh.” Pia took a deep breath, rubbing your arms in soothing circles. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t say a thing.” She reached into her bag, fishing out her key fob and pressing it into your trembling hands. “Go back to my place. I’ll be right behind you. You remember where I live?”

Your fingers curled around the fob, mind swimming. You nodded shakily. “O-okay. I think so. What are you doing?”

Pia scoffs. Tying her hair up, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

“Giving Fox another piece of my mind before he comes looking for you.”

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[thereweredragonshere]

Well if I'm free to bombard your inbox with Night Fury drawing questions, I guess I'll go ahead :)))

Tailfins. Just tailfins. I will admit, of the one drawing of a Night Fury I've posted in here, thus was the most immediately frustrating thing. I probably erased 20 different tailfins before finding one that looked simply 'acceptable'. I've figured out a bit about them from study, like how each strut in the tailfin is longer than the one before it, but each attempt still looks wrong even with that knowledge! I filled a whole page with fins, of which 4 or so looked good, the rest seemed a bit too even. At the top of the fin where it comes back and connects to the tail is (the angle at which it comes back) is quite an issue.

Along with the this, the side fins. I honestly nearly blanked those out whilst drawing (and its a favorite feature on Night Furies for me. Couldn't belive I missed it till the drawing was 99% finished).

Heyy! Sorry this one took me a little longer to get to, my memory does not serve at all🙏

The position we most often see Toothless’ fins to be in is at a diagonal angle. Verticle angles are possible, as that would be when he is diving and what not, but fully horizontal, and even extended diagonal just doesn’t work, and ends up looking broken and disjointed.

The angle at which the fin joins back at the tail can vary due to the fins’ mobility, but what I tend to keep in mind is having a general, standard v-shape between the two fins, which helps keep the silhouette.

Another thing to keep in mind is that the bones in the tail fin always follow the same/very similar angles to each other, so bone 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5 will all be extended at the same time, or they will all be folded at the same time.

Another thing to keep in mind is how far apart you place each bone on the tail. They are quite close together! I have no real way to describe the appropriate distance between each bone, but it’s a useful thing to keep in mind if you’re struggling to figure out why a tail fin just doesn’t look right.

The bones are also dipped inwards in placement on the tail. They’re close together at the base but are far apart at the ends of the membrane. Think how you can flare your finger out as far as possible, at the base of your fingers where they attach to the hand, they are close together, but at your fingernails they are far apart. That’s where the subtle v-shape in toothless’s tail fin segments comes from.

AND! The order you draw the bones in can play a part. Personally, I always start with bone 2. Then bone 1, then 3, 4 and 5. By starting with the second bone you can control the general flow of the tail, as you have a guide to go by for each consecutive segment you draw.

Think of the hip wings like an extension of the primary wings. They’re meant to fill in the blank space left by the primary wings, and make the body’s transition from membrane to no-membrane smoother.

For example, this is what the wings would look like if there was no separation between primary wings and hip wings.

But do remember that they are separateand move on their own!

[werewargs]

SunPest NextGen Lineup (kinda)

This is part of like.. my "official" nextgen, if you will. Not that I'm doing a whole lot with this "official" nextgen lol. Don't even know what a good name for it would be lol.

Link to my TH folder for this MLP NextGen

But yeah! Sunset and Tempest have two children together, but I had only come up with one at the time of drawing this. Their daughter's name is Solar Flare, partially named after her grandmother, Stellar Flare, who Sunset had been making amends with by the time Solar was born. They're trying to make peace.

There is. SO MUCH. to read below this cut, so you've been warned lmao.

I imagine Solar Flare would be quite gifted with magic, in large part thanks to Sunset's mentorship but also thanks to the raw magic power passed down to her from her mother Tempest. Solar is a bit of a powerhouse lol.

Other than that I have done very little brainstorming. But I hope you like these designs! :)

Edit: Including some info I'd come up with while discussing with a beloved mutual :))

Q: "This is such a wonderful pairing that would get so much out of being with one another, there's a level of guilt I think both of them will never quite be able to let go of but it will shrink the more love and acceptance they're shown. As the saying goes, shared joy is double joy but shared sorrow is sorrow halved <3

I saw you've said you've done very little brainstorming so I thought I'd ask some toughies hehe

How do you think their pasts would impact their parenting? Does Solar Flare ever have an ambitious streak of her own that worries her moms? How much would she know about her moms pasts?"

A: "OOGH THOSE ARE GREAT QUESTIONS!! Honestly I think the fact that she's such a powerhouse of a prodigy paired with who her parents are might make some people wary of her now that I think about it.

(This is so fucking long strap yourself in)

Honestly I feel like Sunset would definitely encourage her daughter to go crazy with what she's capable of doing, like she wants her to absolutely reach for the stars because she most definitely has the means to. Her mom was the former pupil of Celestia, after all, and Solar is likely seen as the next important name in the world of powerful unicorns once she reaches adolescence. Sunset may have applied a certain amount of… pressure on her daughter, but unlike with Solar's younger brother who cracked under that pressure (much like Sunburst), Solar THRIVED under it. She's a junkie for studying and tests and WINNING EVERYTHING lmao. The important part is that Solar had the raw talent to carry her past others who worked just as hard. Honestly she might not appreciate that fact enough, sort of believing that other people just need to get on the grind like her (including her brother).

Tempest is definitely more laid back when compared to Sunset. She's much more introverted and used to having strict limits placed on what she's allowed to do, so she's not always as much of a go-getter in the same sense, especially now that she's settled down. It's not at all that she Discourages ambition, she just doesn't place quite as much importance on success. She can help keep the family grounded at times and provide a nice balance to Sunset who can sometimes get swept up in the glory of her spectacular eldest child. The only thing is that Tempest is often very busy with work, which allows the family dynamic to swing a little far towards Sunset's (accidental) intensity (especially since Solar takes VERY well to Sunset's style and is kind of mean to her brother for not doing so).

With Aurum Dusk (the Sunpest boy, younger brother who I've been referring to), he became so afraid of failing, especially after not being as immediately talented as his sister, and disappointing his mothers, that he gave up on trying at all. This Devastates Sunset because she loves her boy and believes in him. It's just that the pep talks she tries to give him scare him. He usually takes better to the mellower approach from Tempest, but that's only when he's receptive at all, which isn't often in his somewhat-reclusive teenage years. Eventually things get better once he opens up to Sunburst, who helps explain things to the rest of his family since he can relate to Aurum's own struggles quite intimately."

Sunset is becoming her mother and hasn't realized it yet but when she does she's gonna be MORTIFIED lmao.

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

Jesus you really just took me out back and put me out of my misery with a bazooka, didn’t you? I hope you're having fun with the family! And congrats on corrupting your cousin. Welcome! We have gay monkeys.

Flower Blind is a fantastic name for this.

The way I’d make this version of hanahaki work to cause MAXIMUM pain is that it’s not about the other person really. It about the victim and them processing their feelings in a healthy manner. Usually this means confessing cause that’s verbalising the desire and accepting it. It doesn’t matter if the other person reciprocates. It matters that you process and accept it. The victim has to save themself. (And this neatly avoids my ick factor with OG hanahaki needing reciprocation.)

Unfortunately, Sun Wukong has never had a healthy coping mechanism a day in his life and is really bad at saving himself :)

(Also adds a neat bit of even if Macaque had straight up reciprocated Wukong's confession, it wouldn't have worked >:) )

(Putting this under a read more to save my dash)

So while other people would just mildly cough up just saliva-damp petals or small buds, Wukong is hacking up entire full blooms with vines and leaves and blood.

Tu Er Shen (the god of homosexual love that you mentioned) is literally planning an intervention. THIS IS NOT WHAT HIS GIFT WAS MEANT FOR, YOU SIMPING IDIOT.

But to be fair, what scared Wukong the most was more about putting pressure on Macaque. Because the idea that the feeling HAD to be reciprocated for the hanahaki to be cured was very prevalent in those times and it wasn’t helped by the idea that the rare times the victim was rejected, they tended to take it… poorly. In a variety of ways.

So Wukong is pulling his self-sacrificial bullshit and like usual, it back fires on him.

DBK mostly got through to him pre-mountain and he was seriously considering confessing in rebellion aftermath. (This gave Tu Er Shen a serious conflict of interest. On the one hand, his home and friends. On the other, the OTP of his favourite long running monkey soap opera. Yue Lao, god of Marriage and love who uses a red string to bind people, is also getting invested in this.)

The flowers blooming from his chest is the first sign the hanahaki is starting to mutate. Typically, it's only physical injuries and the flowers only stay for as long as the wound does. Ie a bruise flower only lasts a minute to a couple of days depending on the who and how, whereas cutting a limb off causes them to cut off circulation resulting in necrosis and blossoming over the stump.

But the chest flowers are an emotional wound (which genius idea!). And Wukong doesn't even realise he has them until he's released from the mountain.

He ignores them.

Which is huge mistake when it's those flowers flaring up during the fated match between him and Macaque that causes a slip in concentration. He's choking on blossoms, having his heart squeezed by vines, and if Macaque would just STOP FOR ONE MIN-

The crack of his staff through Macaque's eye (he...he didn't mean to...he... Macaque knows all his moves...Why Didn't He Dodge?!....HE ALWAYS DODGES!...HE ALWAYS DIPS INTO HIS SHADOWS AT THAT MOVE!...WHY DIDN'T HE RUN!?) haunts him more than the explosion of pain that happened in his eye and head.

The flowers in his brain from the concussion Macaque undoubtedly got keeps him woozy enough that the pilgrims move on relatively quickly and never realise that the enemy he had just 'killed' was the love of his life.

The flowers in his eye never fade.

Of course, it's the flower's presence that gives him hope for the rest of the journey. Macaque can't be dead. If he was dead, then Wukong would be dead. It's proven fact that killing the one the hanahaki is for kills the victim too. So Wukong couldn't have killed him. Wukong is not dead, so Macaque is not dead.

When he gets back to his home and receives word that Macaque never came back, doubt starts to sink in. He is immortal. He can feel the vines around his heart. But even his immortalities couldn't stand against Hanahaki. There have been a few gods who died from it, gods who thought killing their mortal loves would free them. He's not THAT immortal, right? RIGHT?!

A century with no sight, rumour or even whisper of him confirms it to Wukong. He killed Macaque and the steps he took to ensure they would never be separated has ensured that separation.

(Tu Er Shen is in the Diyu with Yue Lao, shaking the Ten Kings down for Macaque's missing soul. This is not how his favourite Monkey Drama ends! There's another season, RIGHT?!)

So Wukong lives with his hanahaki as it continues to grow and mutate and gain some kind of sentiency. He's almost fond of them in a fucked up co-dependant way. They are the only thing in his life he cannot hurt or betray or abandon. They let him see his love even if it is an awful final image.

He could've done without them trying to choke him while saving MK though.

The mutations are obvious when flowers keeps blooming over Wukong's heart whenever he and Macaque throw jabs at each other once they meet again.

The semi-sentiency only become apparent when he's possessed by LBD. (Side note: All that came to mind for the interaction between LBD and the flowers is the scene in Tangled where the old guy asks the guard for the password. These flowers are little shits to everyone.)

But they're still flowers so they can't really DO much except grow vines in the muscles, inhibiting his movements, and maybe try to grow some roots in his feet to stop the body.

So when Wukong finally has that sit down with Macaque and confesses everything, he's scared because he's lived longer with the flowers than without them. They are his oldest and most constant companions. And the modern world has disproven that Hanahaki needs reciprocation for a cure. Just honesty towards oneself.

(Macaque, on the other hand, is still under the old impression that only reciprocating can cure Wukong. Which won't bite him in the ass at all.)

So yeah, he is hurt but understands when Macaque leaves with a conflicted look.

(Tu Er Shen, Yue Lao, the Ten Kings and whoever else has been dragged into this are all vibrating. This is the Epic Two Part Series Finale of their favourite Monkey Spanish Telenova! Tears are shed, tissues are shared, there's a lot of clinging.)

He draws in a breath as he lies to himself that it's alright..

And immediately chokes on a full Moonflower Blossom.

Because the flowers are no longer about just his Love for Macaque. They have mutated to connect with ALL his emotions even slightly attached to Macaque.

His anger. His guilt. His grief, His Joy, His sadness, His sense of duty. ALL of it.

(Tu Er Shen: You know you're supposed to just help him confess, right? You've done your job.

Moonflowers: Sun Wukong will get therapy to process his emotions or Die :)

Tu Er Shen: ...He's immortal.

Moonflowers: Alexa, play 600 Strike by Jorge Rivera-Herrans. >:)

Tu Er Shen: ...At least my show got renewed for another season.

Moonflower, jabbing at Wukong's lung: HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN!)

Once again, I started and couldn't stop and co-incidentally, I too need to go to bed. It's kinda hilarious to me that the most angsty and funniest part of this AU is the hananhaki itself. They are Petty and ready to make that everyone's problem.

I hope the rest of your trip goes well!

Hello! I have an awful angsty plot idea for you because the idea of expanding on it makes me want to cry and you seem like you enjoy pain.

Instead of the typical sub-text of Macaque fell first, Wukong fell first. Like so first, it was all the way back before he scrubbed his name from the scroll of the dead. Maybe Wukong saw that Macaque dies because he died and wasn't there to protect him. Maybe he panics so hard, he goes overboard about obtaining immortality thereby leaning into the whole "I DID THIS FOR US!" thing.

And to really make it hurt, let's add Hanahaki into this. (A chronic version that's more like a common cold or an inconvenience because the terminal one is too sad and has an ick factor).

I also have it in my head that once you develop this Hanahaki for someone, every injury you give them, flowers bloom in the same spot. If you kill them, the flowers kill you. If you say, take out an eye, a riot of blossoms will take your eye as recompense.

So Wukong gets to deal with falling in love with his best friend, being too emotionally immature to deal with it/ not be given the emotional tools to help himself, being left with the knowledge that if he dies, Macaque will likely follow for one reason or another (ie. depression, fighting whatever killed him, illness etc), whatever bullshit Heaven's got going on and the numerous stresses of actually ruling a kingdom.

Oh and the flowers currently choking his airways occasionally if he thinks too hard about how pretty Mac looks in the moonlight.

(This guy needs a hug and therapy and he hasn't even seen the inside of the furnace yet :) )

Macaque in the meantime has no idea that Wukong is in love with him, possibly doesn't know he reciprocates, and is left wondering where the smell of Moonflowers is coming from. (Oblivious to love character who is otherwise the most observant, my beloved.)

The only one who might know is DBK and that's only because he caught his Xiandi coughing up nearly a whole bush's worth of flowers the night before they rebelled.

The furnace burns most of it away from his lungs, leaving him breathing clear for the first time in centuries and they go into semi-dormancy once the argument happens. (Wukong can't help the massive glob of full blossoms and vines that he spits out after Macaque leaves.) It comes back with a vengeance and takes his eye as he takes Macaque's.

(Both are in such pain that neither notice the icy blue chains grabbing Macaque in his shadows.)

Fast forward to LMK era and due to the fact Wukong has lived with this disease for so many centuries, it's actually starting to be more like the traditional lethal variety. It has spread through his lungs and is starting to burrow into his circulatory system and muscles. No one was meant to live that long with it whether through acknowledging and letting go of the feelings or by confessing.

The only reason it hasn't turned him into a walking flower garden of pain is because he's managing to repress like a motherfucker and he rips his heart and lungs out twice a year to regrow what has been taken over.

Which is a major contributing factor to his decision to retire. Holding on to his feelings hurts so much but he doesn't know any other way to live. And something has to give.

None of the gang know about the flowers, but DBK blows an entire gasket when Wukong hucks up another glob of flowers and catches sight of his moonflower-filled eye socket during a brief glitch in his glamour when they are both caught in Spider Queen's web.

It's a very confusing evening for everyone else when DBK insists Wukong comes with him for a check-up, Wukong refuses adamantly and neither of them are saying a damn word.

Although Wukong will give the damn flowers one thing. By not having the control to repress his feelings once possessed, the flowers grew so quickly through his body that by the time LBD had him fighting Macaque and MK, he was more vine than muscle and so much easier to fight.

She didn't have to drop his glamour though.

(Don't think of the heartbreak Macaque would feel about the sight of Wukong's eye, a beautiful devastating proof that everything really had been for us him.)

(Sorry for just dumping this massive ask, but I started and I couldn't stop. Have fun and I sincerely hope I'm bullet-proof cause this is about to hurt.)

oh even if you're bullet proof, I'm about to nuke you with angst. I do enjoy causing pain thank you ☺️

sorry for delayed response, I'm on a trip with family til Wednesday and will be slower to answer, but good news! I infected my cousin with the gay monkeys! Thanks to Nezha 2

I gotta go to bed soon too so I have to rush sorry!

Think Flower Blind is a good name for this?

Wukong being stupidly madly in love with macaque from basically the day they met is such a sweet idea, and to twist it like this is just so wonderfully evil 😈

And the flowers growing over wherever you hurt the person you love, genius!

It'd be really funny if some god sent the Hanahaki because they saw how down bad Wukong was and thought this would help since certainly he couldn't hide it forever, but then he did.

Back to angst!

I love this variant of hanahaki being a petty one, like oh you hurt the person you love get it back ten fold bitch! Now admit you're in love and we'll go away!

Hanahaki really is just that one Doge meme with the toy dogs, only if they don't kiss, death.

Man can't even think about the guy he loves without the flowers trying to force a confession out of him. I do love an oblivious macaque, he can comprehend anything except that his best friend is in love with him.

After their fight under the mountain, flowers start growing from his peach marking on his chest, even though they are dormant during his imprisonment, once he's out there's a few blossoms growing near his heart, a representation of the emotional damage he did to the one he loves.

I'm guessing Macaque never dies by Wukong's hand here, since Wukong would die too. But Macaque still dies.

It's LBD, she makes Macaque think Wukong killed him, and Wukong thinks this too, he just assumes his immortalities were enough to stop the petty flowers from killing him.

He does have a gaping feeling of emptiness and loss when macaque dies, the white moon flowers now have another meaning besides his unexpressed love, his unending grief and mourning for his friend, and they are a near constant reminder of a love that could never be.

He looses his sight in the eye he took from his love, the only thing he can see is the white petals of the moon flowers. Not even gold vision gets through them, he just sees Macaque's face, now missing an eye whenever he tries.

Nobody ever take relationship advice from this guy, he literally rips his own heart out rather than accepting his feelings or confessing them. The flowers are fed up with him now and trying to kill him.

Even Spider Queen is telling him to get his shit together when she sees him vomit flowers out onto her mech, this is the worst case of hanahaki ever. DBK is the most angry and is threatening to tell MK about it if Wukong doesn't go get checked out. He doesn't follow through cause that should be Wukong's choice but it's about the principle! His brother is dying!

And the flowers immediately giving LBD a problem when she posseses him is kinda hilarious, I've kinda given these flowers sentience in my mind so they are fighting LBD's possession too, and they will not allow LBD to kill their source (Macaque) again.

Once the glamor is dropped, probably in the middle of their battle and Macaque sees Wukong become a walking flower tower, he's frozen for a good few seconds, the flowers won't let Wukong attack him until LBD puts more focus into controlling him, and by then he's recovered from the initial shock.

When they get close too each other in the battle and macaque stares into the unseeing eye of his best friend/unrequited crush, he realizes he was wrong about everything, he remembers when Wukong started smelling like moon flowers, he played it off as wanting to smell more like him or spending so much time around him that he picked up the scent. Macaque knows how long this has gone on.

Wukong should be dead. The flowers should have killed him.

He isn't, his life is constantly, never ending pain because he couldn't confront his feelings for him and the flowers are making him regret everything he has ever done.

But! Macaque doesn't know if he loves Wukong anymore.

LBD was very good at convincing him that Wukong killed him and she saved him and twisting his memories into Wukong knowing of his feelings but disregarding them, effectively killing any love he still had for him upon his death.

He knows Wukong loves him, has always, always loved him, and he did too once upon a time. He doesn't know if he could return Wukong's feelings if had the chance, he doesn't know if he can save him from his pain and prison in the flowers.

Once LBD's defeated and Wukong has the control to suppress the majority of the flowers again and his glamor back, he tells Macaque all his feelings and everything that he did, it was all for him, he didn't want him to die and he lead to his death even if he wasn't the one to kill him directly.

And what is Macaque's response?

He says he needs to think and leaves.

I bet the gay bunny god is crying seeing all this drama go down(there is a gay rabbit god in the Chinese folk religion i just can't remember his name rn, he has a temple in Taiwan!) he wants these two to be happy gods dammit!

I'd love to expand on this more but I gotta go to bed!

Thanks for asking, really enjoyed it!

[waywardstation]

I'm too much of a nervous bean to reach out not anonymously. But I wanted to say that your stories are my favorite iterations of Ingo and Akari and are what sucked me fully into submas. So thankyou and I look forward to seeing everything you come out with 😊

AHH thank you kind anon!!! ;w; <3 that means so much to me!! I’m also looking forward to getting more out!! I have so much I want to get out. I realize most of my writings that have most solidified how I currently write their dynamics are still not out yet. I have so much to get out and the most important parts of them I realize still are not public, so people can’t see the characters how I currently headcanon them.

I haven’t even posted anything yet that sets up the AU I’ve developed around them. It’s called Savepoint AU and it’s been in my head since 2023, regarding the tags I left in this post.

It’s very important to the narrative leading up to everything in I Won’t leave You Behind, but I feel I cannot post about it until I get Rain Check and its accompanying sequel Entropy Syndrome out. One group of people knows a little about it and has seen art related to it but that’s it haha.

ANYWAYS these are where Ingo and Akari’s dynamics really shine and I am hoping I can pull it together enough soon to be satisfied with the smaller details and get it out. I don’t want to rush it or I know it’ll bug me forever, as I feel that way about some stuff in HFBE haha. (DW I will fix these eventually)

Once again thank you anon!!! I’m so happy you like my work specifically, and I’m looking forward to getting more out!

[hearteyespierce]

god the hits really don’t stop fucking coming do they.

[wasp-jar]

Bro why is fatigue so !?!?????!!!??!? >:( !?????!

Like I have shit I need to get done!! leave my body please!!

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

Bleh

[neverendingford]

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[thethingything]

we have an especially bad migraine where I noticed us getting aura (mostly being pissed off and upset in a specific way) for several hours before it started and we've taken pain meds but I'm not sure they've actually helped. they have definitely given us side effects though and I feel very spaced out and nauseous and generally shit.

we've also had way worse ADHD symptoms for the last few days to the point of being pretty much unable to focus on anything besides like 2 things we've hyperfixated on. we've had so much trouble starting tasks and keep struggling to hold a train of thought or focus long enough to even figure out what we need to do each day despite having all our Habitica dailies to tell us.

our brain is all over the place and I'm not really sure what to do with it or what would help but it's just occurred to me that sometimes our ADHD gets really bad in the buildup to some of our worst migraines and now I'm just hoping that both the migraine and other shit ease off soon because I'd like to be able to function

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

love overdoing it and ending up stuck in bed that’s so great and helpful for my day

[savage-rhi]

I'm very much a, "fuck yeah and fuck you, I don't need validation! I'm me, cunts!" kinda fella, but sometimes I could use support.

[flamingo--ing]

its literally like which disorder is causing what?? at this point its just "nothing works, sorry" and then i have to figure it out