#fallout rebellion

[falloutstasis]

Quest Continued - To dream and differ from the hollow lies

Boston, Massachusetts

It took almost a day, but after going though Charlton, Westborough, Wellesley, and finally, Boston. Since it was already closer to get to Concord, Kelsey dropped MacCready off there and said their goodbyes before leaving and making her way to Diamond City.

She had swiftly and successfully moved past Hangman's Alley, getting rid of any Raiders or monsters that lurked in the night.

There was a small abandoned house that was just a couple of miles away from Diamond City. No one owned it, no one had been in said house for a long time. Other than the ones who came and went to get shelter in. Kelsey can see at least two people there and didn't seem to mind her going up the stairs for getting some shut eye. They told her it was fine as long as she doesn't cause trouble.

She layed down on one sleeping bag, clutched her hang bag, and slept through the rest of the night.

When morning hit, she got up and left, seeing the two people she saw last night already gone.

Not a moment too soon, she was now in front of the gates of Diamond City.

Diamond City

There was an intercom next to the gates, so she pressed the button. There was a stature of a famous baseball player, but the stature is missing the head and the baseball bat.

"Hello, this is Diamond City Security. How can we help you?"

"Uh, hey! This is my first time in Diamond City. Can I come in?"

"What's your business in Diamond City?"

"I'm here to see a detective named Nick Valentine. Venessa Morris sent me to him."

"Ah, the mayor of Charlton. Then you must be Kelsey. We were told you were arriving. One moment."

Slowly, the green rusted gate opened with a loud metal creak. When the entrance revealed itself, three sets of stairs that lead upwards to Diamond City markets. There were already five security guards in this area. Three at the desk near the elevator and two that were guarding the stairs.

The one who greeted her at the stairs was the guard on her left side.

"The Valentine Detective Agency is on the far right of Diamond City." He said. "Don't cause any trouble, alright? Or I'll throw you out personally."

She gave out an awkward nod and made her way towards the inside of Diamond City. Once there, she stopped to take everything in, since she hasn't been here before.

Diamond City Market

"Damn." She whispered to herself. She took a couple of steps forward, taking herself near the Barber shop and it was only then that she noticed the multiple security guards all around. One on each corner.

"Geez. MacCready wasn't kidding about the guards here."

The atmosphere was just slightly cold, but not enough for a jacket. A lot of conversations happening at once, from the residents to the security.

Well, one of the guards said that the Valentine Detective Agency was at the far right of Diamond City and that's where she was going.

If it wasn't for the bright 'Valentine Detective Agency' sign at it's entrance, Kelsey would have probably be a little lost looking for his agency. After going through a hallway, she saw a door in front of her and knocked three times. From the other side of the door, she heard a woman saying, "I'm coming!"

Just only a moment later, the door opened and the woman greeted Kelsey with a smile, "Yes, can I help you?"

"Venessa Morris sent me here to help someone named Nick Valentine with a case. Is he here?"

"Oh, of course! Come in!" She opened the door wider for Kelsey to enter. As she did, the woman yelled out, "Hey, Nick! Venessa's friend is here!"

"I'll be right there!" The two could hear a male's voice from upstairs.

"My name is Ellie Perkins by the way." She held out her hand to shake. In return, Kelsey shook it. "I'm Nick's secretary. I handle all the paper work and appointments. It's nice to meet you."

"So I assume your Kelsey, right?"

Nick's voice can be heard more clearly as he came down the stairs.

"Yeah! I'm Kelsey. I usually go and help Charlton with doing local jobs around the town. I get paid, send some money for supplies. Sometimes I'm on guard duty and whatnot." She said, turning to Nick. "It's nice to meet you both."

"Likewise." Nick went over to his notes and sat down on a chair near his desk. "We've got a lot to discuss, so you might want to take a seat."

And she did just that. She took a seat and propped her legs on the other seat next to her once she saw Ellie was busy gathering files from the cabinets behind them.

"I know the quick version of the story from Venessa. People are getting kidnapped from their homes at Goodneighbor. Doors broken, personal belongings on the floor."

"Right." He nodded. "The thing is though, that these kidnappings were happening in broad daylight. Hancock says that the same thing happened during the day for the past three days. Fourth time it happened, he came straight to me with this."

He placed a ripped out patch that had 'SF' stitched on it. It's colors were grey, navy blue, and white.

"SF?" Kelsey took a closer look, letting her legs dangle while she sat. "Could this be like...a special branch of the Brotherhood of Steel?"

Nick shook his head. "No. If the Brotherhood of Steel were to infiltrate something, they would have whipped out Goodneighor in it's entirety by now."

Kelsey hummed. "Still though, I'm gonna contact Venessa to make sure. Danse should be with her too." She pulled out her walkie-talkie from her hang bag.

"Alright, go for it."

Kelsey turned on the walkie-talkie. "Hey, Pluto."

"H-Hey, Kels! What's up?" From the other end of the device, she could hear various construction noises. She couldn't help but notice that Venessa sounded a little flustered, but she paid no mind to that.

"Is Danse with you?"

"Uh, yeah. Hey, Danse! Kelsey wants to talk to you!" Kelsey could barely make out but she could hear Danse responding to her.

"This is Danse."

It's been over three years since Nick seen or heard Danse. "Ah, Paladin Danse."

"Valentine. It's just Danse now."

"That's right. You're not with the Brotherhood anymore. Speaking of which, you wouldn't know any special division within the Brotherhood under the name 'SF', would you?"

"No. At least, not that I know of. I don't think Maxson has ever created a special task force under 'SF'. There was a special group called the Brotherhood Outcasts, but they dissolved once Maxson brought them back into the Brotherhood."

Kelsey let out a big sigh when Danse mentioned the Brotherhood Outcasts.

"You were right, Nick."

"Yeah, checks out."

"About what?"

"Kelsey and I are investing a number of kidnapped people at Goodneighor and it was brought up by Hancock himself." Nick explained. "These were happening at broad daylight too."

This caused Danse to raise a brow. "Really? And when did he bring this up?"

"Two days ago."

A telephone ran from the other side of the room. "I'll get it!" Ellie rushed over to the phone to answer. "This is the Valentine Detective- Daisy? Is that you?"

Both Nick and Kelsey looked over at Ellie, but Kelsey responded. "Hey, Danse if you remember anything, let Venessa know and she'll tell me."

"Of course."

Kelsey turned off the walkie-talkie.

"Okay, Daisy calm down and tell me what happened."

Nick and Kelsey stood up and walked over to Ellie. From the looks on her face, she was very concerned, but that all went away in a instant.

"Wait, Hancock is gone?!"

"Oh no." Nick cursed and reached for the phone. Things couldn't get any worse now. It was no coincidence that Hancock just told Nick about the missing people a few days ago and now he's gone kidnapped as well.

"Here." Ellie handed Nick the phone.

"Daisy, this is Nick. Tell me everything you told Ellie."

Ellie walked over to Kelsey, clearly concerned over the well being of Goodneighbor now.

"What the hell just happened?" Kelsey asked.

"Daisy was panicking over the phone and said that Hancock was kidnapped. He never got back from Diamond City to Goodneighbor. She said that one of the Triggermen got a note from some guy in a military suit. She said that the note read 'Goodneighbor must be cleansed of it's sins.'

"What kind of cultist shit is this? What the hell are we dealing here?"

Ellie sighed. "I don't know. I just hope Hancock and the others are okay."

Nick hung up the phone after telling Daisy he'll be at Goodneighbor. He turned to Kelsey, "Sorry, for making you walk all the way out here, but could you come with me to Goodneighbor?"

"Of course!" Kelsey cheered, putting the arm of her hang back over her shoulder. "Let's head off."

"Ellie, we'll be back." As Kelsey left out of the building, before Nick would leave Ellie would respond.

"Be careful, Nick. I don't like this one bit."

"Me either, Ellie."

[thatwildwolfart]

some more doodles of Danse in his M7-97 era

[nicollekidman]

ella please please please i just wanna chat… the whole interview is incredible btw

[vv-ispy]

on one hand I totally understand tropes are popular but on the other hand I think Amos is a lot more compelling as a middle aged woman trying to figure out her life after a loveless relationship than a mother figure ya know

[newvegascowboy]

I've never really done dnd romance but the story with Kallista and her husband remains one of my favorite romances of all time. It was originally an inter-pc romance, and the other player and I thought they would haaate each other, since Kallista was a tiefling and he was a righteous paladin, but every time we played together they just had such 👌 chemistry.

They ended up travelling together while she was doing mercenary work, and enabled a little bit of rebellion in him. He was much more than just a paladin, and was more of a celestial being press ganged into service centuries ago to do work on the material plane since his god couldn't. Without a mission from his god, he was kind of free to travel around and awair further instructions, so he just stuck with her since they worked together well. He also always admired her for her absolute savagery in a fight. They were very much opposites attract

Eventually they got married, VERY MUCH against the wishes of his god, and when he was killed and returned to the celestial plane, he wasn't allowed to come back to the material plane until something very pressing required his attention and when it was taken care of he was like WHERE'S MY WIFE.

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Jasmine and Nick: (Have gotten into an argument over Jas being reckless)

Jasmine: (Stamps her foot) “BUT DAD THATS NOT FAIR!!! YOU ARE BEING A JERK!!!”

Nick: (Patiently) “Jazzy, my word is final. Now go to your room to cool off that haughty attitude of yours.”

Jasmine: (Angsty teenage growls as she whirls around and storms off to the cabinets, reaching in for a box)

Nick: (Crosses his arms) “Jasmine- I said go to your room!”

Jasmine: (Takes the spaghetti noodles from the box and pours it into her hand, glaring over her shoulder at her father)

Nick: (Wags a finger at his daughter) “Don’t you dare-….”

Jasmine: (Snaps all of the spaghetti noodles in half while looking Nick dead in the eye)

Nick: (Bangs on his desk, rising from his chair) “NOW YOU’VE CROSSED THE LINE, MISSY.”

Ellie Perkins: (Sips her coffee) “Oh the joys of parenthood….”

[ixar-of-the-bargains]

Ok so blowing up the Institute makes perfect sense for Maxson's Brotherhood. It makes a lot less sense for the Minutemen, given it also blows up so much of Cambridge (and, at least on theory, kills thousands of people), but I can accept it as a "we literally have no other way to ensure this doesn't happen again" hail mary decision. And it would make sense for the Railroad to blow up the Institute based on how much they're pissed about the Switchboard.

However, the Railroad version of the Nuclear Option happens in the context of a Synth rebellion. Narratively, the idea is that not only are Synths people but that they are, just as Railroad believes, slaves and what's happening is a slave revolt in which the Railroad's job mainly is to act as a counterbalance to the Coursers, who are still loyal to the Directorate and (unlike the squishy and generally-incompetent human masters of the Institute) not someone you can just gun down and dominate through basic numerical superiority.

Z1-14 isn't so much an Railroad asset as they are his collaborators in the rebellion, and much of Underground Undercover is basically "stall for time until the Synths have manufactured enough weapons and undergone through enough training in secret to stage the rebellion". By the end of Nuclear Option, the Institute is basically gone. The SRB is more or less wiped out, the other Divisions are either subdued or similarly wiped out. The Synths have won. I fully expected Z1 to, at that point backstab the Railroad and go "yeah by the way we're not blowing up all of Cambridge, thank you for your help but we can deal with it from here."

[dcbnam-aep]

tell me when lukas cracking this centuries old code with the help of an iPad became the most believable part of the show-

[dilfgmancoolatta]

say what u will about falliout 3 but the pitt dlc genuinely has one of the best "no good options" choice ive ever seen

[azurdlywisterious]

Love that I jumped the gun and wrote a whole sappy not-really-canon homecoming fic of Danny running into Butch again after blowing up megaton only to decide that what actually happened (him rocking up with a sledgehammer determined as hell) is way more entertaining

[falloutstasis]

That's not where I want to be Part 2

WARNING: light descriptions of a wound

Beverly Hills Precinct Station

Veronica Briscoe was stopped in her tracks when she saw the scene before here. "What the hell is going on here?"

If Kelsey was a betting ghoul, she'd bet on the fact the she won't be getting that precinct tour she was promised.

The gang and the newly 'temporary' detective saw at least 2 Paladins in Power Armor, 3 Knights, 2 Initiates, and 1 Sentinel. That's 8 Brotherhood members who do not look happy.

□ Find out what the Brotherhood are doing at the Beverly Hills Precinct Station.

"Detective Briscoe." The Sentinel, Ezekiel Armstrong, stepped toward Veronica the moment he saw him. "You better give me a damn explanation on why we had to find out one of our own Paladins was gruesomely murdered today by one of the civilians in Beverly Hills."

The team of Detectives were all confused. "That fast, Sentinel? That crime scene happened hours ago. Today!"

The body was already taken away, so where, Kelsey didn't know. What she did know is there's not one happy camper in this room.

"We were told that you found a dog tag of the deceased Paladin."

Briscoe squinted her eyes at Ezekiel. "Who gave you that information?"

"I told you. A civilian."

"You expect us to believe that just some random person gave you information? Seriously?" Johnathan wasn't having it with the Sentinel's excuse. "You guys hardly ever go out, much less talk to anyone! Next thing you're going to tell us is that you want the dog tag right now."

"Actually, Detective Logan. We do want the dog tag. Right now."

"Alright, alright." Kelsey stepped in this time. "Look, Sentinel. That dog tag is evidence and it's not going to you guys anytime soon."

Ezekiel looked absolutely disgusted at the sight of Kelsey, you know, being a ghoul and all. "Who in the hell is this abomination and why is she in this precinct?"

Oh, if this Sentinel was going to act like this....

Kelsey grinned and got right into Ezekiel's face. "I'm going to be the knot at the pit of your stomach if you don't get the hell out of this precinct."

"Enough!"

The Captain in the group of detectives, Leonard McCoy, stepped in the precinct from his office. When everyone turned to him, he too, much like Kelsey was a ghoul.

"Detective Briscoe," He asked, his voice commanding enough to have everyone on their toes. "May I ask why are the Brotherhood are in my precinct?"

"That's a damn good question, Leo." Veronica said, keeping a straight face the whole time.

"I'm here to retrieve the dog tag. It belongs to us."

"It belongs to our John Doe." Leonard said, "I don't know who do you think you are, Sentinel, but this is my precinct. And last time I checked, this is NCR territory not the Brotherhoods. I would appreciate it if you get your little boy and girl scouts the hell out of my precinct. Or do I have to get your father in this and tell him that your interfering with an investigation."

He scoffed and said nothing to Leonard. He looked at his squad and ordered them to leave the precinct. It was amazing how no fight broke out. Kelsey didn't know what kind of leverage or impact Leonard had when it came to this precinct and NCR. The longer she stayed here, the sooner she's going to find out.

■ Find out what the Brotherhood are doing at the Beverly Hills Precinct Station.

"Hey, Vero-" Another Detective, Archie Green, had just arrived in the precinct, confusion and a slight bit of fear in him when he spotted the squad of Brotherhood soldiers coming out of the precinct.

"Did I miss the party or something? What the hell just happened?" He asked.

"Archie, you're late as usual." Veronica scolds, but not without a grin.

"Apparently, they wanted our John Doe's Brotherhood dog tag. And as per usual, our captain got us out of a jam. Big time." Johnathan said with a grin.

"Geez, it was that bad, huh?"

"Yeah! We're lucky no one got vaporized!"

Kelsey rubbed the bridge of her nose and walked slowly towards the back area of the room. "Is it me or are the Brotherhood got more annoy-"

Imagine her surprise when she see's a familiar ghoul, tapping his fingers against desk. He was sitting in an empty chair where no one is using it.

"Boss! What the hell are you doing out of the hotel that I had for us?!"

The Ghoul grinned at her. "I just wanted to see what you were doing."

"And that meant getting no rest? Like you were suppose to?"

He quickly nodded. "Yeah. I come down and see you playing Detective."

"Uh, is that who I think it is?"

Kelsey turned around to see the squad looking at the two. Archie shook his head and mumbled under his breath, "I need more coffee for this."

"Well, well, well. If it isn't 'the Ghoul'." Johnathan squinted his eyes at him, walking pass Kelsey. "If that's even your real name."

The Ghoul didn't even flinch at the sight of Johnathan's 'intimidation' tactics.

"Listen, wiseass," He pointed at him, "Just because your some hotshot bounty hunter, doesn't mean you can do whatever the hell you want, got that?"

"You got a problem with that?" He asked. "With me running my business as a bounty hunter? Minding my business?"

"I got a problem with you because you're just like any other crazy asshole shooting people willy nilly."

The Ghoul was about to get up from his chair, when Kelsey lightly shoved him back into his chair. "Hey, calm down."

She turned to the Detective. "I would appreciate it if you stop badgering my boss."

She moved behind the chair and held on to the backrest. "You guys got like a medical room? I gotta take this senior citizen for his check up on his leg."

The Ghoul looked up at her, more than offended at her comment.

Johnathan sighed and pointed at the door. "When you see an elevator, turn left, then go straight. On the left side, you should see the medical room two doors down."

"Thanks!" With that, she pushed the chair, which helped rolled The Ghoul in the means of a quick transportation to the doctor's office.

"Hey!" Johnathon yelled out. "I'm gonna need that chair back!"

It was barely audible but Kelsey yelled back, "Yeah, yeah!"

Kelsey rolled the chair all the way to the medical room, taking the directions she needed to go there. When she arrived with the Ghoul, no one was there. So she pushed him into the room and placed him near the medical table.

She patted on the leather matters that was on the table. "Up."

The Ghoul begrudgingly hopped on to the medical table and as he laid down, Kelsey brought in anti-biotics, stiches, bandages, and a rag from her bag.

She placed them all on a table beside the medical bed. When she rolled up the sleeve where his leg got shot, up to his thigh. She removed the dirty bandages, took the rag, and went to the sink to turn on the water.

"Did you wobble all the way here, boss?" She asked.

"Hey." The Ghoul only turned his head to the side to look at her. "I was walking mostly fine."

She wet the rag and turned off the water, squeezing it to let the leftover water out of the rag. "Without your crutches?"

"Like I said, I was walking mostly fine."

She returned to the table to clean the wound. She used tweezers and scissors to remove the stitches, slowly pulling them out. When she was done she cleaned it again, adding new stitches on the wound, then wrapping the wound around. She rolled back the sleeve and handed him a Nuka Coka.

"Is this for the radiation?"

"Yeah." She nodded and put everything back in her bag. "As you know, us ghouls can get healed by the radiation. A little bit goes a long way for gun shot wounds like yours."

Well, the Ghoul wasn't going to turn down a free Nuka Coka either way. As he drank it, the two can hear a knock on the door.

"Kelsey! Heads up," Archie is seen holding the door. "Veronica wants us to check out a new lead. Our John Doe has a name, Charlie Dawn, and she found where his sister lives. I'll wait for you outside."

As he left, the Ghoul raised his brow. "Well, I guess you still got to play Detective, Doctor."

"Well, I guess you still gotta play patient, Boss." Kelsey sassed back.

Before she left the room, she pointed at him. "This time, your bounty hunter butt better stay at the hotel room. I don't want you ruining that bandage."

As he usually does, he waved her off. "Yeah, yeah. I know the drill."

When she left the room, the Ghoul actually returned the chair back to the precinct. Before he went the hotel room, he took his own unofficial tour around the building, surveying the rooms before him. There was still other floors that needed to be fixed, at least two or three more before it was complete.

It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it was a different environment that what he's usually used to. When he was at the 5th floor before Kelsey, the other Detectives, and the Brotherhood got there, people were actively and actually working together. He...liked this environment more than he like to admit.

He coldly looked at her surroundings and left towards the elevator, where he would make it back to the shared hotel room in BH Hotel.

[amatres]

instead of the conquest, a show on the blackfyre rebellions, or even maegor would be more interesting. or even focused more on rhaena the lesbian and the black brides. idk, conquest itself just sounds bland. it's a founding myth in my mind, actually watching it play out doesn't really interest me much

[nukaposting]

being a fan musician is fun because i can't draw awesome pictures of my ocs or favs but i can sing little songs about synth rights and hancock

[austinbutlerslovers]

But Daddy I Love Him

Label Mature 18+

Summary You are a well mannered socialite with a life carefully planned. Until you meet a reckless biker with a devil-may-care charm.

Drawn to his freedom and fire, you abandon the rules that once defined you, leaving behind a gilded life for one that finally feels real.

-Based on the Lyrics But Daddy I love him

💝Romantic Smut 💝 Secret romance • opposites attract• socially unaccepted• private affair• running away from home• lover to boyfriend• sweet talk •praising •body worship • P in V • multiple orgasms •creampies 🔗 Masterlist

But Daddy I Love Him

The New Year’s Eve gala is in full swing. Chandeliers hang from the large elaborate white tent spread across the sprawling lawn of an elegant estate, the lights glimmering above a sea of glittering gowns and tailored tuxedos on the dance floor

The clinking of champagne glasses blends seamlessly with the soft hum of the live orchestra. It’s like a scene straight out of a movie—one you’re desperately trying to escape.

You’re tired of the rules, the polite smiles, and the suffocating weight of “perfection.”

You’re fleeing to the only one who gives you solace—the only one who makes you feel alive.

Ducking back into the mansion through a side door, you move quickly and quietly, the lavish decor of the halls passing in a blur.

The sound of laughter and music fades behind you as you make your way toward the servants exit, the place you told him to meet when you called earlier, desperate to break out of this gilded cage.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you approach the door feeling the anticipation and the thrill. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. If your parents caught wind of who you were sneaking off to see, the fallout would be explosive. But that only makes you more determined.

As you push open the heavy wooden door, the night air greets you once more, crisp and biting against your bare shoulders. And then you see him-

Benny Cross

He leans casually against his motorcycle, his leather jacket catching the moonlight. His sandy brown hair is tousled perfectly, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with mischief as he watches you approach. A slow grin spreads across his face, the cigarette dangling from his lips long forgotten, crushed under his boot as his attention locks entirely on you.

“You look real fancy in that dress,” he says, his voice low and teasing. “Doesn’t look like it belongs on someone sneaking out the back.”

You grin as you saunter toward him. “And that bike doesn’t look like it belongs at a New Years Eve Gala,” you quip, slipping your arms around his neck.

“Guess we’re both out of place, huh?” he teases, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you closer.

Without another word, you kiss him, pouring all your frustration, your rebellion, and your longing into it. His lips are warm and soft, his hands gripping you like he never wants to let go.

You know your parents would lose their minds if they knew, but right now, you couldn’t care less. Benny is your secret, your escape, your freedom.

“Take me,” you whisper in his ear between kisses. “Take me to my parents’ estate. No one’s home—they’re too busy with their little party.”

His eyes darken with desire, and without a word, he shrugs off his leather jacket, draping it over your shoulders, the warm, worn leather carrying his familiar scent. He swings over his bike smoothly and pulls you up behind him without hesitation.

The roar of the engine echoes through the quiet night as he speeds through the residential streets, the cold wind whipping through your hair. You cling to him, your heart racing—not just from the speed, but from the thrill of being with him.

Your estate is eerily quiet when you arrive, the grand house dark as you lead Benny upstairs. When you reach your bedroom, you barely get the door shut before he’s on you.

His hands are rough pulling his leather from your body and sliding up your back to the zipper of your dress. “This thing’s way too fancy for you,” he teases, his voice low and gravelly against your neck.

With one fluid motion, he pulls the zipper down, his fingers brushing your bare skin as he lets the fabric fall.

Without wasting a second, his hands find the clasp of your bra, and with a practiced flick, he unhooks it, letting it fall to the floor.

He slips his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down swiftly, leaving you bare before him.

Stepping back, he takes his time, his eyes raking over you like a man starved. His expression hungry and raw. “Standing there, looking like that… you’re gonna ruin me, sweetheart.” He says his tone longing.

His hands go to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one quick motion, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the tight ridges of his abs.

Then, his fingers work at the button of his jeans, the rough material sliding down his hips with ease before hitting the floor with a dull thud. Your eyes trail downward, catching on the sight of him—heavy and hard, the impressive size of his cock making you bite your lip.

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger, a proud grin tugging at his lips.

You reach for him, desperate to feel him against you and pull him down into a kiss, your lips crashing together in a fiery collision of need and longing.

His hands find your waist, gripping firmly as he walks you backward toward the bed, lowering you down with enough force to make you gasp against his lips.

He settles on top of you, his weight pressing you into the plush mattress, his broad shoulders framing you as he pushes your thighs apart beneath him, claiming the space between them as his own.

His lips are rough and unrelenting as they trail down to your neck. His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp, and he takes full advantage of the sound, pressing his mouth to the sensitive hollow of your throat as he flicks his tongue.

His hands explore you, leaving no inch of skin untouched. The calluses on his fingers drag over your soft curves, teasing and torturing until you’re panting and writhing beneath him.

“Benny,” you gasp, your hands clutching at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, needing more.

“Patience sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice filled with promise. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He grips your hips, his strength overpowering as he pulls you closer, positioning you exactly where he wants you. His hand slides between your thighs, his rough fingers testing and teasing you as they glide through your slickness. A low hum of satisfaction escapes his throat, the feeling of how wet you are driving him wild.

“I can feel how much you need me,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire. “I’ll give you everything, sweetheart. Every last bit of me.”

His fingers slip away, leaving you aching for him and before you can catch your breath, he lines himself up, his eyes locked on yours, filled with a promise only he can satisfy. He pushes the thick unyielding length of his cock into you, stretching you wide, filling you in a way that steals your breath.

His size is overwhelming—the heat of it, the weight of it—and as he sinks in deeper, your head falls back, a moan spilling from your lips as his name escapes you in a broken cry.

His low groan follows, rough and guttural, vibrating against your chest as his body presses firmly against yours, leaving no space between you.

You clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he pauses for the briefest moment, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him.

“I know just what you need, sweetheart,” he promises, his breath warm against your skin and he rolls his hips forward with a force that sends you arching against him, each powerful thrust driving you into a haze of pleasure as the world around you dissolves.

Your broken cries fill the room, each one more desperate than the last as his muscles flex beneath your touch determined to claim every part of you.

His hands grip your shoulders, holding you firmly in place as he pushes deeper, his pace relentless, every stroke of his cock sending shockwaves through your body, leaving you spiraling, completely lost in the raw, consuming heat of him.

You moan loudly, your nails digging into his back as the tension in your body builds to an unbearable peak. He leans down, his lips finding yours again in a messy, desperate kiss as his pace quickens.

Your breaths grow frantic, your heart pounding as your walls tighten around his cock pulling him deeper with every thrust.

“Benny!” you moan, his name spilling from your lips in broken cries as your orgasm crashes over you.

He groans in response finding his own release with one final thrust. He buries his cock deep, holding still as he comes, his cock filling you with warmth as he breathes heavily against your neck.

For a moment, neither of you move as the pleasure subsides, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and the feel of his steady heartbeat against your chest.

His hands slide up your sides, his touch tender as he strokes your skin, his fingers tracing soothing patterns. “I’ve never felt this way before,” he reveals, his lips pressing a soft lingering kiss on your shoulder then on curve of your neck.

“Me neither,” you whisper, your voice soft and steady, your fingers trailing along his back as you both linger in the moment.

The way he touches you, the way he takes you—is nothing you’ve ever experienced before. 

Benny is raw, he’s real, and he’s entirely yours.

Right before midnight, you return to the New Year’s Eve Gala, together on his bike, just as the first fireworks begin to explode across the sky.

The colorful lights cast you both in vibrant reds, blues, and golds as he helps you climb off his bike, your gaze drawn upward, mesmerized by the bursts of light painting the night sky.

His wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding your back to his chest as you both watch the fireworks in silence. It’s a perfect moment, fleeting but beautiful. You turn to look back at him, and he’s already watching you, his eyes filled with something you can’t quite name but feel entirely the same.

“Happy New Year Benny,” you say softly.

He pulls you closer, his arms tightening around you as his lips brush your ear. “Happy New Year,” he whispers, his voice low and full of longing.

Before you can say anything more, he turns you fully and captures your lips in a deeply passionate kiss filled with everything words could never convey.

Above you, the fireworks burst across the sky in a riot of colors, but all you can feel is him and the way he holds you, the way he kisses you, and it’s as if time has stopped in a moment where nothing else matters.

As the kiss ends, his hands cradle your face, his thumbs gently brushing your cheeks. “Next year,” he says his eyes searching yours with a mix of determination and longing “let’s make it so we don’t have to sneak around to be together.”

You softly smile, your heart full despite the knowledge that the morning will bring new challenges. Still, you meet his gaze with quiet resolve. “I’d like that Benny,” you whisper back.

As the fireworks fade, you know this is the beginning of something neither of you can, or wants to, walk away from.

As weeks turn into months, you secretly become Benny’s girl. You learn about his world—his biker crew, their late-night rides, and a freedom you’d only dreamed of.

He, in turn, is fascinated by your wit, your intelligence, and the quiet fire he sees growing behind your polished exterior whenever you’re with him. It’s a fire he knows only he can stoke, and it makes him fall for you even harder.

But the secrecy begins to weigh on you both. Your parents start to notice your frequent absences and your growing disinterest in their meticulously laid out plans for your future. Their questions start to surface, sharp and invasive, pressing against the fragile haven you and Benny have created.

Benny encourages you to tell them the truth but you always hesitate.

As Benny picks you up late in the evening, he leans against his bike, watching with an amused grin as you carefully climb down the lattice outside your window.

The pale moonlight highlights your outfit a simple leather jacket borrowed from him, thrown over a fitted black tank top and denim skirt, your feet in new leather boots for the escape. It’s a far cry from the polished dresses and heels your parents expect, but it’s undeniably you.

You cross the lawn to him quickly, your heart racing with both adrenaline and anticipation.

“We can’t keep sneaking around forever,” he says his voice low as you approach, “We’re not doing anything wrong. You deserve to live your life.” He confirms.

You roll your eyes as you throw your leg over the bike. “And what, Benny? You think my parents will suddenly roll out the welcome mat for the guy who picks me up in the dead of night on his motorcycle?” you retort, settling behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Let’s be real—they’d lose their minds.”

He glances over his shoulder at you, his expression serious before you see the teasing curve of his lips. “Doesn’t mean we’re wrong,” he grins before revving the engine.

The clubhouse is quiet, the others long gone for a weekend rally leaving the space eerily still. Benny pulls his bike into the lot, parking near the entrance as you climb off, brushing your hair back from your face.

Inside, the air smells like leather, smoke, and the faint tang of whiskey—a stark contrast to the world you’ve left behind for the night at your father’s weekend tennis matches with all his influential friends.

Benny leans against the pool table, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with his piercing blue eyes in a way that makes your pulse race.

His arms look even bigger with his muscle tee revealing the taut, hard defined muscles of his biceps. The tension between you is unusually heavy, the air charged with unspoken words until he finally breaks the silence.

“How long are we gonna do this?” he asks, his voice tinged with frustration. “Sneaking around like I’m some dirty secret?”

You take a step closer, realizing how much he’s been hurting, and your gaze drops, unable to meet his eyes. “You don’t understand,” you plead softly. “They’ll try to destroy us, Benny. They’ll say you’re not good enough, that you’re a bad influence—“

Benny cuts you off. “And what do you say?”

The question hangs in the air, the weight of it pressing down on you, and as you lift your eyes to meet his the raw emotion in your gaze says everything. “I say I love you, Benny,” you whisper.

For a moment, Benny’s eyes soften, brimming with everything he’s been holding back. Then he closes the distance in an instant, his hands finding your waist as his lips crash into yours, his kiss hungry and unyielding as if he’s been waiting his whole life for this moment.

You clutch at his shoulders, your fingers tangling in his hair as the world around you dissolves. He lifts you effortlessly, setting you down on the edge of the pool table. His rough hands slide down your thighs, hitching up the hem of your skirt as he steps between your legs, his body pressing hard against yours.

“I love you so much ,” he whispers against your lips, his voice trembling with need. “You drive me absolutely insane.”

He tilts your head back, giving him full access to your neck as he trails kisses down your skin, his stubble leaving a delicious burn in its wake. Your breaths come in quick, shallow pants, the air charged with everything you’ve both been holding back.

He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, then his hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him, his rough fingers slipping between your thighs and pulling your panties aside.

He hitches your leg around his waist, his hands gripping your thighs firmly as he thrusts into you hard, taking you right there on the edge of the pool table.

His movements are rough, relentless, each powerful stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through you as you wrap your arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he drives into you with raw, consuming desperation.

The sound of your gasps and his low grunts fill the air, mingling with the slick, wet sounds of his hips thrusting between yours, driving into you hard and fast on the pool table.

“You’re all I want ” he whispers against your neck, his voice strained and raw with emotion .”You’re everything I need” he says breathlessly, his lips trailing rough kisses along your jaw as his thrusts render you senseless. The way he snaps his hips pushes you to the brink, your cries echoing off the walls as he takes you apart piece by piece.

The rhythm of your bodies moving together becomes frantic, urgent, as if this is all that matters. His hands hold you in place, his fingers digging into your hips as his body claims yours on the table with unrelenting force.

The intensity of him—his strength, his touch, his heat—sends you spiraling into a place where nothing else exists. Nothing else matters—only him, only this.

As you orgasm, your body trembles, your walls clenching tightly around his cock, drawing a deep, guttural groan from him as his movements falter.

With a final thrust, he buries himself deep, his warmth spilling into you in surges, then his hands tighten on your hips as he pulls back entirely, the sensation sending a shudder through you both.

The room grows quiet again, the only sounds your heavy breathing and the faint noise of the city outside filtering through the walls.

He pulls you into his arms, holding you close to rest your head on his shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to your temple as he strokes your hair back, his voice gentle but serious. “We have to tell them baby.” He confesses. “I don’t want to hide like this forever.”

You lift your head to look at him, your fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. “I’m scared,” you admit, your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” he says firmly, his blue eyes locking onto yours with unwavering resolve. “You don’t have to go back. You could stay with me.”

Your heart aches at his words, the sincerity in his tone making it even harder as you look at him. “I wish I could,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “But they’d come looking for me. I need them to believe I’m still playing by their rules—for now.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he leans down and kisses you again, slow and lingering, to remind you that he’s yours, that this is real, and you feel it—the certainty that no matter what Benny is where you belong.

Benny drives up the familiar path to your estate, the low rumble of his motorcycle softening as he slows to a stop near the driveway fountain. As you climb off the back, you turn to him with a soft smile, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips, your fingers brushing his cheek.

“I love you too,” he says in return, his voice low and steady. His hand lingers on your waist, reluctant to let go. “Good night.” He whispers.

“Good night,” you reply softly, your heart full as you step back.

You dart toward the lattice outside your bedroom window, moving quickly to sneak back inside unnoticed.

But just as you climb the first rung, the front door flies open, spilling golden light across the lawn.

Your heart freezes as your father storms out, his voice thunderous. “You stay away from her!” he roars, pointing a finger directly at Benny.

Behind him, your mother and his influential friends with their wives file out, their presence an intentional show of force.

The women clutch their pearl necklaces and cross pendants, one muttering loud enough for you to hear, “What a mess,” her disdain cutting through the tension.

Benny, who had been idling the motorcycle shifts his weight slightly, planting one boot on the ground as he watches the group come toward him taunting and scorning.

His hand tightens on the handlebar as his piercing blue eyes flick to you, to see if you’re okay, but he doesn’t budge, ready to face whatever comes next.

You glance back at the lattice, your mind racing, but instead of climbing up, you drop to the ground, running toward Benny as the lump in your throat swells almost unbearably. “But Daddy, I love him!” you scream, your voice cutting through the night.

Gasps travel through the group. Your mother’s hand flies to her chest, and your father’s face twists with fury. You know what they’re thinking—this isn’t how their polished, perfect daughter is supposed to behave.

The disdain on their faces, the whispers of the scandal-hungry wives—it all fuels your next move. With the entire crowd watching, you look your father dead in the eyes and yell, “I’m having his baby!”

A stunned silence follows. Your father’s face goes pale, his mouth opening and closing like he’s searching for words that won’t come

The tension is suffocating, but you don’t give anyone time to react. You climb onto the back of Benny’s motorcycle, holding him tightly, your heart pounding as he shifts into gear, the engine roaring to life.

He glances back at you as you ride off, his voice low and urgent. “Are you really pregnant?” he asks.

“No,” you admit quickly, your voice shaking. “But you should’ve seen their faces.”

A grin breaks across Benny’s face as he shakes his head impressed by your wit, and the roar of the engine drowns out everything else as you ride away, leaving the estate and your parents expectations in the dust.

For the next month, you and Benny lay low in the clubhouse. The two of you live upstairs in a loft, savoring the freedom of being together without judgment. The loft is small and rough around the edges, but it feels like a haven —your sanctuary.

Days blur into nights filled with moments of joy, laughter, and quiet intimacy. Benny wakes you with slow kisses along your neck, his lips soft and lingering, pulling you into his arms as sunlight filters through the worn curtains. The warmth of his touch and the way he says your name to wake you feels like a dream.

Morning are spent laying with him in bed, his hands exploring you lazily, tracing soft patterns on your skin as if he has all the time in the world. He teases you with gentle kisses, and mischievously grins when he pulls you closer, whispering how much he loves having you with him.

Afternoons are carefree. He teaches you how to shoot pool downstairs in the clubhouse, laughing when you miss your shot and teasing you mercilessly. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he says with a grin, leaning in to steal a kiss as you try to focus.

Often, the two of you take his bike out for long rides, the wind whipping through your hair as you hold him tightly, feeling the freedom of the open road.

Evenings are spent wrapped in each other’s arms after a dash to the diner, your bodies entwined in the bed of the quiet loft. Most nights are passionate, Benny’s touch both tender and possessive, as he makes love to you with an intensity that leaves you senseless, his kisses stealing your breath as he whispers how much he loves you.

“You’re all I need,” he says at times when the moment is just right, the weight of his words flowing from deep within his heart.

He says it when he watches you laugh, carefree and unguarded, in a way you never could before him. He says it when he sees you curled up in his oversized white shirt, a little piece of his world wrapped around you.

He says it when you make him feel like he’s worth something more than the rough edges of his life. You see past the chaos, and the rebellion, and you love him.

As you bask in your new life with Benny, you still can’t ignore the ache that lingers at the edges of your heart. As much as you’ve rebelled against them, you do miss your parents at times.

Then one morning, everything changes.

You’re in bed with Benny, tangled together in the soft light of dawn, when the shrill ring of the phone downstairs at the club’s bar breaks the stillness. Benny groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck as if trying to block it out.

But a moment later, there’s a knock at the loft door. Benny sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and pulls on a pair of jeans, his movements slow, before cracking the door open.

“Your girl’s mom is on the line,” one of the guys says, his voice casual but laced with curiosity. “Guess they figured it all out.”

The words jolt you awake. Quickly, you pull a robe over the shirt Benny gave you to wear to bed, your heart pounding as you follow him downstairs to the bar. The phone sits on the counter, the receiver waiting for you. You hesitate for a moment, nerves swirling, before picking it up.

“Hello?”

Your mother’s voice comes through the line, soft and hesitant but full of emotion. “Your father wants to see you,” she says. “We miss you so much, sweetheart. Please come home —please just come home, we need to speak with you urgently.”

You glance at Benny, his steady gaze on you, offering silent support. You nod, and he returns it, understanding without a word— if you have to go he’s coming with you.

Later that day, you and Benny stand in the grand living room of your parents’ estate, the tension heavy as your father sits across from you.

His demeanor is far from the fiery man who yelled on the lawn that night. He looks tired, even defeated as he finishes his speech “We’ll hold a wedding,” he says, his hands folded tightly in front of him. “You shouldn’t have to live this way—especially if there is a baby coming. We will do what is right.”

You almost laugh at the misunderstanding, but before you can speak, Benny rests his hand on your lower back. “With or without a baby,” he says firmly, his voice steady and unwavering, “I want to marry her.”

You look over at Benny, your eyes meeting his, and in that moment, the depth of his love and devotion leaves you speechless.

Your father stares at Benny for a long moment, his eyes narrowing as if weighing every word. Finally he exhales heavily as he nods, silently agreeing to anything to keep you in his life.

Three months later, the sun shines brightly over the estate as you dance in your wedding dress, the layers of white tulle catching the light. Benny’s hands are on your waist, his grin as wide as you’ve ever seen it.

Around you, the guests smile warmly, not just your parents’ influential friends, but Benny’s biker family as well. The unlikely mix of guests creates a vibrant, joyful atmosphere that you never thought possible.

Even your father, once disapproving, watches with a small smile as you and Benny share your first dance.

Your mother watches, her eyes never dry as she dabs back her tears with a handkerchief, unable to hide her emotions as she watches you and Benny make your way through the crowd, hand in hand, husband and wife.

The gossipers and scandal-lovers—the ones who sneered and whispered at your rebellion—are nowhere to be seen; requested off the guest list entirely.

When the sun dips lower in the sky, you take Benny’s hands, feeling the weight of everything you’ve overcome together. You’re his lady now, his wife, and as you glance at your parents, they smile, their expressions warm and accepting of your choice.

As you turn back to Benny, your heart swells with love as you look into his eyes, knowing you made the right one.

Overcome with emotion you lean in and kiss each other, pouring everything you feel into the moment. His hands tighten around your waist, steady and sure, as your arms wrap around his neck, embracing each other in the love you fought so hard to hold onto—finally living life the way you deserve.

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Open RP Starter: The Great Escape

She had known this was going to happen sooner rather than later. She had survived the fallout of Order 66, dodged Inquisitors and Imperial officers for years—but there was only so much she could get away with while lending her aid to the fledgling Rebellion. And now, after a mission gone horribly wrong, she found herself out of luck...

...and yet, even as she was carted off on the Imperial Star Destroyer, taken away for holding...she wasn't completely out of options...

"Hey there, big boy~" Ahsoka purred, pressing herself against the hardlight wall and staring out at the guard stationed outside. The force field gave off a soft red light, and as she had stripped down to only her underwear and stockings, it made her orange skin almost seem to glow. "It's a long flight where you're taking me—why don't the two of us find a way to pass the time~?"

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MK and Mei’s Friendship

Wukong and Macaque’s Fallout

Mei isn’t the next “warrior”, and she would 100% beat your ass for implying she’s like Macaque

I’m going to preface this for anyone who might want to leave early- I personally dislike this theory!

Because to me, it isn’t a theory- it’s just wrong.

And usually it’s so wrong that it shatters the reality of MK’s and Mei’s character for the sake of forcing them into little “Sun Wukong” and “Macaque” shaped balls.

And so often it starts with demonizing MK/Wukong.

I see, so often, this portrayed in two ways:

1. MK loses his mind and becomes a vicious monster that must be collared and restrained for the good of all around him.

2. MK becomes obsessed with power and fighting, thus driving Mei away.

And both of these are done in an attempt to “link” the kids with the monkeys.

MK-Wukong and Mei-Macaque

We don’t really need to talk about the first two- most of the show is about MK interacting with the Monkey King and learned to handle his legacy and foes- we’d be here all day.

But, what sort of interactions do Mei and Macaque share? Well, for Mei, it’s:

1. Being a victim of his violent and murderous actions

2. Being extremely close to his other frequent victims

3. Bafflingly having no negative opinions on the man who led an assault on her people’s palace, tried to murder her friends, and forced Tang to unleash the Samadhi Fire, nearly killing her in the process.

4. Being a weaker character for her lack of hostile dynamic with someone who has hurt her again and again and again

5. Having a worthless “team-up” with Macaque without the show ever having her address what he’s done to her and her loved ones

6. Weaken her character by taking away characteristics like “willing to call people out” and “gets violent when people try to hurt the ones she loves” for the sake of a boring and short “team-up”.

…yeah, thats not a great list.

Already, Mei’s non-violent interactions with Macaque leave a lot to be desired- and don’t hint to anything even close to her being a “successor” to his story like MK is to Wukong.

Back to those two first bullet points, now, right under the read more.

Sun Wukong and MK are not; and never have been, “mindless monsters”, in spite of MK’s destructiveness in his monkey form- it is explicitly made clear that he’s in control of himself.

“There’s nothing “mindless” about this.”

And he was right. MK is completely awake and aware in his monkey form, with full mental faculties. He’s verbally capable of shredding Azure and decrying his crimes in an efficient fashion, all while kicking him around.

MK wasn’t “going insane”- he was having fun.

(That’s a rant for another day, though)

Nor did Sun Wukong solely drive Macaque away.

The crux of Wukong and Macaque’s fallout is clearly displayed in the show, in the fourth season of Monkie Kid- it started from a single fucking argument.

Now, I’d like to preface again: this is the first point that I see many, oh so many theorizers, artists, writers, etc- get wrong.

SUN WUKONG IS NOT THE “BAD GUY” IN THIS SCENE.

THEY ARE BOTH AT FAULT.

Sun Wukong is trapped. For attempting to overthrow the Jade Emperor, he is sentenced to FIVE HUNDRED YEARS trapped under a mountain.

Let me elaborate for anyone who doesn’t sympathize.

For the next five hundred years, Sun Wukong will be 75% immobile and alone under a nearly lightless mountain. There will be no noise, no stimulation, and no company. He will suffer in silence, and he will suffer alone.

But you know who ISN’T being punished for an attempt to overthrow the Jade Emperor?

Macaque.

Now, this is funny. Wukong leads a six strong band of brothers against the forces of the Celestial Realm, but only ONE of them faces consequences for the rebellion- himself.

Even five hundred years later when Wukong is set free and traveling with his fellow pilgrims…

No one else has faced consequences for the rebellion. All five of Wukong’s “brothers” (Azure Lion, Peng, Demon Bull King, Yellowtusk, and yes, Macaque) get away scot-free to continue their plans and schemes.

I would be pissed. You would be pissed. There is not ONE SINGLE PERSON in this world that would NOT be pissed about how blatantly unfair this is.

Especially not after spending five hundred years nearly immobile under a dark and lonely mountain.

So, even before all, here and now, under that mountain, before five long and lonely centuries have passed, faced with the current injustice of his predicament-

Wukong lashes out and blames Macaque.

No. Fucking. Shit.

All of us (none of us are saints, do not try to say otherwise) would have snapped in anger.

All of us would have been angry. Each and every last one.

Mostly immobile and imprisoned alone to take the blame of six guilty men, Wukong lashes out at the nearest person.

And what does Macaque do, when blamed one single time for something that is mutually the fault of six men, including himself?

He lies and runs away.

No the fuck you didn’t.

Macaque nudges the idea. He implies the idea. He hints, quietly and softly.

“You’re really going through with this?” Is not him shutting down the idea of fighting the Celestial Realm.

It’s him being a coward and trying to dance around the issue without a direct confrontation.

Not even once does Macaque say: “We shouldn’t fight the Jade Emperor.”

Macaque directly LIES to present himself as being the better person during this fight.

MACAQUE IS FUCKING LYING TO HIS BEST FRIEND’S FACE TO MAKE HIMSELF LOOK BETTER, THEN RUNS AWAY AND NEVER COMES BACK DESPITE HAVING FIVE HUNDRED YEARS TO DO SO.

(But because it’s their ‘pewfect pwecious Maccy’, the fandom blindly ate this blatant dogshit lie up and took it at face value. Y’all don’t deserve unreliable narrators and mature themes go watch cocomelon/s)

The moment something goes wrong, what do these two do?

Blame each other to absolve themselves of sin, and then one runs away and chooses to never come back.

This was fucked up and toxic from the start- Macaque was a cowardly little bitch, and Wukong was a power-hungry idiot.

And both of these dumbasses have ZERO communication skills.

You know who doesn’t fall into those categories? OUR KIDDOS.

Mei and MK fight too- as soon as the first season.

And what does Mei do when her best friend accidentally wrecks her bike and nearly costs her a race that was EXTREMELY important to her?

She forgives him almost the moment he apologizes, and he immediately works on making it up to her.

Well, hold on a minute! That doesn’t sound like, I don’t know…

Lying to make yourself look better, throwing the blame around instead of accepting it, and running away for five entire centuries?

Huh. It’s almost like, maybe, instead of being built on one-sided adoration and tenuous “brotherhood”, Mei and MK see each other as, of all things-!

Equals. Friends. Partners.

Mei will NEVER abandon her best friend. Nothing could make her. Even when facing down lethal odds, her first response will ALWAYS be to run to him.

Even if she has to be forcibly dragged away, screaming and in tears, Mei will always fight to stay by MK’s side.

Nothing in the world could tear them apart. Not a petty fight. Not a presumed death. Not demons or celestials. Not an inky scroll of eternity inscribed with the past.

There is ONE circumstance in which she runs away from him-

When she’s overwhelmed by the Samadhi Fire and terrified of hurting the person she loves most with a

DEMONIC FIRE FUSED TO HER BODY THAT COULD EASILY BE USED TO DESTROY THE ENTIRE PLANET

then, and only then… does Mei run.

That is what it takes to drive her and MK apart. Not an argument. Not a game of flinging blame. Not a mishap or a tumble.

But fear for his life.

She runs away because, even if she wants to stay- Mei loves him.

And she loves him too much to think of putting her own life and desires before his.

Mei and MK are not the “hero and the warrior”.

This is not MK and Mei. And it never will be.

This is Macaque and Wukong, two people driven apart by boldness that was brashness and cleverness that was cowardice. This is a tale of adoration and anger and heartbreak and betrayal.

This is not MK and Mei. And it never will be.

Because they love each other too much to ever be “the hero and the warrior”.

And they’re all the better for it.