#feels too odd for me to make it too quick tho....

[idontcaboose]

Haunted car au, pt 6

The next part is fighting me a bit, so I will just post this one for now.

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Duke reeeaalllyyy does not get paid enough for this.

Good news, he was able to get the names of the dealers and suppliers and also narrowed down the places of interest to three warehouses. All he had to do was drop that info onto the server for the night crew, and that was that, not his problem anymore.

Bad news, the car is becoming his problem.

When Duke entered the cave, he could see the wheels turning, and not in a sick burnout way Jason does anytime he gets behind the wheel, they were just turning left and right. Then to add more insult to Duke's attempt at ignoring it, the car opened its driver door in what may have been a mockery of a greeting. Honestly, Duke could have also ignored that but then it seemed to fucking Panic and set off its own alarms and proceed to flail all the doors open and reverse to the point that the back wheels made it off the platform and into the gutter that runs though the cave. If Duke was a betting man, and he was, he would bet that whatever possessed or replaced the Batmobile was so incompetent that he had to worry more about Its safety from the Batfam. Whether that was protection from arrest or adoption is still up in the air.

Either way, this is becoming Duke's problem. He is really not paid enough for this. Time to calm down a sentient car.

“Hey, car buddy? You ok?”

Duke wasn't sure what he was expecting when he was talking to a car of all things, but absolute silence wasn’t it. Was this thing going to try to play car now? After everything that just happened? Duke slowly walked up to the driver's side door and looked in for the green blob person, only to see them in the back seat sprawled out. Duke tried to not think too hard while putting the car back in its spot, but the list of facts he has so far kept ticking.

1. The Batmobile has a new passenger or has been replaced

2. The thing/person is not good at hiding, so probably not a villain plot

2a. If it is a villain plot, they got the absolutely wrong person to do it

2aa. Possible meta forced to spy?

3. The person just freaked out so hard they fainted after setting off the Batmobile alarms.

4. Alfred will know what to do right?

5. Try to communicate again with the person in the car.

It didn't take long for the blur on the backseat to shift again. Luckily they didn't immediately jump into the driver's seat, where Duke still sat. Duke turned to look in the backseat, time to start this interrogation.

“Hey, you ok?” Duke was happy that he was able to see the head nod that the fuzzy blur gave.

“That's good. Now, I can't see you too well, but we can work out some basic questions, alright?” Another head nod answered him.

"Are you in danger? Like, did someone force you to do this?” The head shake that was produced shook the car. Duke internally sighed in relief, not a villain plot or meta trafficking gone wrong.

“So this was just an accident, and I am guessing you are now stuck?” Duke knew he was not as good at body language reading as the others, but the wave of embarrassment and resignation this blob was giving off confirmed that whoever/whatever this is, was not a total threat.

Next?

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[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[quantum1mmortality]

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Not proofread idc shank me

♧CW!!! Fem reader! twst dick hcs duh, every NRC student EXCLUDING ortho, might have some other hcs too

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Riddle:

Its... cute? Idk how to explain it

He is VERY sensitive

5.5 inches

Slight curve downward

The tip is a really deep red

Cum is watery, tastes like rosewater(this is a fantasy world i can make cum taste like anything i want)

Balls aren't all that heavy, very soft and squishy tho

Likes rimming. No further comments

Trey:

EEK MY BOY

I'm gonna try not to be biased

Hes BIG tho

I know you've seen him. Let's be honest, we all know he's PACKING

So I'm gonna say a solid 7-8 inches with a nice amount of girth

No curve, but very veiny

Heavy balls. Like, HEAVY. Bros got a whole bakery in there

Soft pink tip

Cum is the normal consistency, he takes care of himself

If you're sucking him off he'll change the flavor of his cock and his cum to whatever you want (thank god for doodle suit)

Cater:

Easy 7 inches

Not too sensitive, it takes a while for him to cum

His cum is pretty thick, its all the spicy ramen he eats

Curve upward, huge thick vein going from his balls to the tip

Cum tastes salty, but not overwhelming

Will have his clones fuck you silly

Deuce:

Another small boy

I'll say 6 inches, no curve

Hes sensitive too, but not as much as riddle

He really like getting his balls sucked more than his cock itself

Cum is watery too, but it tastes good

Like sweet in a way

Tip is a light blue dont ask why

Ace:

Another small boy 😭

He is CLUELESS

Poor man is a one pump chump

5.6 inches, curve to the left

SENSETIVE. pussy got this boy on his knees

Balls squishy, balls soft?

Yes to both

His rip is red, like a blush red

Azul:

A good 6ish inches with a curve downward

Not as sensitive as you may think

I think it would be funny if the bottom of his cock had like little suckers or some shit

Tip is dark purple and he has some veins, not many tho

Heavy balls, no squish :(

Cum is thick and black bc octopus

Tastes like what watered down hand sanitizer smells like

Jade:

😨

Its slimy.

No further comment on that

No but its like wet, a lot

So is floyds but we aren't there yet

Its like lube 🥺

Okay but he's LONG

8.5 AT LEAST

He also enjoys rimming

Tip is dark cyan

Cum is slimy too

Add some borax water and sell it on etsy

Floyd:

Basically the same as Jade

Hes smaller tho

Hes 6 inches but has SO much girth

His cum is more watery than slimy and the tip is a light blue

Lots of veins too

Kalim:

6 inches

So sensitive

He begs.

Loves blow jobs but would NEVER ask for them

Heavy soft balls

A dark brown tip and there's lil red swirlies

Cum is thick

Tastes like coconut toothpaste

Jamil:

mmmmmmmmMMMMMMM

BIG

So big

Destroy me PLEASE

7.8 inches and a big curve upwards

Likes fingers in his ass, just like Kanye west

Doesn't like blow jobs he cums too quick :(

Gets overstimulated easily and when he does hes highly submissive

Cum a lil thick (its all the curry he eats)

Its yummy tho

Tastes salty and a lil sweet

Like a pretzel

Tip is a redish-brownish

Vil:

Hes a very odd case

Hes big, dont get me wrong

But mans does NOT have sex 😭

He complains it ruins his makeup

7.4 inches with a few veins

Oh yeah hes unclipped too idk why but he is

Tip is a pinky purple color

Balls got some weight, they're not sensitive

Rook:

Hes an even weirder case

Hes very big but almost NEVER penetrates you

Hed much rather be in between your legs for hours on end

Making you cum on his face gives him so much pleasure

He doesn't touch himself either

When he's eating you out he has one hand thrusting fingers into your pussy, the other hand thrusting fingers into your ass(hes an ass man I know he is) while he sucks on your clit the whole time

He cums on the sheets whenever you do bc he knows how good you feel

Hes 8.5 inches with a curve down, large vein going upward

A creme colored tip

Cum normal consistency, you don't know what it tastes like because he never let's you suck him off :(

Epel:

Small boy

Whimpers

A lot

Hes 6 inches with a curve to the left

Light purple tip bc I said so

Light balls, but no squish :(

Cum is watery and tastes like lavender oil

Idia:

Oh god

Contrary to popular belief he has a lot of stamina

He doesn't have ANY experience tho

Played a lot of hentai games but thats the extent of his experience

I think it would be really funny if instead of whispering dirty talk or praise during sex he tells you the fnaf lore

Like he'll be blowing your back out and he'll just be like "so the crying child was actually william aftons son-" and then he cums

After hes done and doing aftercare he'll quiz you on the fnaf lore

If you get any of the questions wrong he'll fuck you until you can't walk as a punishment

If you get them all right he'll eat you out for hours until you also can't walk

Win win honestly

8 inches

TIP IS BLUUUEEEEEE

Cum is thick and salty, he doesn't take care of himself

Heavy, HEAVY balls. Very sensitive

He loves blow jobs too

Leona:

8.8 inches, but if we're being real to how ACTUAL lion anatomy is hes closer to 3 inches but yall aren't ready for that convo

Not sensitive at all, it takes so long for him to cum

But when he does hes so sweet, whispering praise after praise to you and lots of kisses

Cum is normal consistency, a lil on the thicker end

Its a bit bitter with a sweet aftertaste

Hes also unclipped and I will not elaborate

Idk if lions have them but if they do then he has a knot, not as big as jacks tho

Heavy balls, they're sensitive

Brown tip, like, dark brown tip

Ruggie:

7ish inches with a curve down

Also likes eating you out

Doesn't like having his balls touched

They're cute and squishy tho

Cum is also thick and doesn't taste like anything

Tip is a light brown and has a vein going through it

Jack:

8 inches.

Has a huge knot. Physically cannot pull out when it comes to it

Cum tastes like strawberries

Doesn't let you suck him off often bc he doesn't wanna knot in your mouth

Also gets pleasure from eating you out

Tip is grey and sensitive

Malleus:

Hes also like rook in the way he'd eat you out for hours if you'd let him

But he does penetrate you

Our big dragon boy loves the feeling of being inside your tight cunt

Will probably cum if you praise him

He has 2.

One on top one on the bottom

The one on top is longer, 9 inches while the one on the bottom is 7ish, the bottom one is a lot thicker tho

He'll be so slow easing them in and almost never goes fast when it comes to sex

He sees it as love making

They both have a black tip and the cum is normal consistency, tastes like... eggs? Hardboiled don't ask

Oh yeah his cum glows in the dark

Lilia:

Idc what you guys say this man is SO EXPERIENCED

He knows how to have sex properly and can make you cum in seconds if he feels like it

7 inches, his dick is where all his height went

Because he's so experienced he doesn't cum easily

PINK TIP PINK TIP

His cum is normal consistency, a little watery maybe

Tastes like citrus

Silver:

Loves when you ride him

Likes missionary too tho

7 inches too

His tip is grey

Very sensitive and gets overstimulated easily

Hes also just very submissive in general

Cum is watery and tastes like what a new car smells like

Sebek:

LOUD

SO LOUD

CANT TAKE THIS BITCH ANYWHERE

Cries during sex

Loves when you pull his hair

Does he have horns? If he does they're very sensitive

Cums if you touch them

Hes a crocodile right

Nah he has horns

8 inches no other comments

GREEN TIP

Cum is thick and bitter

We love him tho

Balls squishy

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A/n: im so fuckibg tired god help me

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#42: The Fuel (1.04)

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Even when everything crashes down around them, Richonne's love always prevails. 🥹

And now that they’ve recentered on what truly fuels them, Richonne then gets every type of fuel they need to finally go home. So we gotta close out this masterpiece of an episode with the breakdown of ep 4's final glorious moments. 👌🏽😇

The fact that we were really spoiled from literally minute one to the final seconds of Episode 4 - I have to thank Danai one million times for writing this thoughtful Richonne love letter episode and forever thank Andy & Danai for performing every part impeccably 🙏🏽💐...

After deciding to go home together in such a well-earned way—which, that's another thing - the fact that Danai didn’t even need an extended episode to convincingly craft an arc where Richonne could start off more at odds than they’ve ever been, and then not just beautifully, but also believably and organically, bring them back together by the end, leaving them feeling more bonded than ever before. She’s an illustrious talent. 🤩

So now Richonne is ready to head out because this building is on its last legs. And as they walk, Rick is finally out of the CRM gear and in casual apparel for the first time with Michonne. And I loved seeing that. The hold the CRM had on him is finally removed. 😌

The temp controller announces another malfunction and says the elevator only has ten minutes of reserve power left. Which hearing that...it’s wild Rick and Michonne still used that elevator…even tho I’m glad they did. 😏

As they make their way to the door, they stop for a moment and I love the way it’s filmed with us being able to see them between the panels. Rick gets his blade ready and then he looks at the real source of his strength Michonne.

And then you already know I absolutely adore that Rick leans in for them to share a kiss before they head out of this place. It’s the sweetest thing. 🥰And it immediately lets you know Richonne really is back.

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That kiss is pure gold and highly ranked for me, y'all. Like as quick as this moment is, it’s still so special and romantic. I appreciate any and every reminder that Rick and Michonne are each other's baby and that kiss was definitely giving that.

Also, I just have to reiterate that Danai wrote such a quality episode of television. I love how at the top of the ep we see Michonne first exit the apartment alone and in pain, and then later Rick exits the apartment alone and panicked, and then at the end they show Richonne leaving the apartment together and healed because they’re finally operating like the honest unit they’re meant to be.

And again, it’s impressive how earned it all feels with Richonne starting the ep more at odds than ever and then truly being on one accord and one being again by the end of the hour.

It's sweet that as they’re about to re-enter the walker-infested world they want this reassuring and comforting moment of connection as this kiss just communicates that they’re in it together no matter what they face outside these walls.

Then he whispers ready and she nods and Rick opens the door for Michonne to go through first. Bye, Apartment 👋🏽, you were very very good to us, chile. But now it’s time for Richonne to go home. Won’t He do it. 🙌🏽

So then once they enter the hall they have one of my favorite action sequences. I love the way it's choreographed for them to be so in sync through this whole thing. This action sequence said let us remind you who are the two baddest to ever do it. 😌

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I love the way it really is like they’re killing these walkers as one in the way they’re tag-teaming. Michonne steps out the hall first but then Rick is ready to get the first one and then they just take them down like only they can and it’s a great sight.

And Rick loves the sight of Richonne in action too the way he takes a moment to look at Michonne as they walk forward. I love that it's always clear Rick is invigorated by the fact that he and Michonne are a power couple. And again, the merging of the red and blue light as it comes together to make purple is great and gives TOWL a fresh different vibe than TWD. Seeing Richonne walk in the purple light just feels like they too have blended back into one again. 😌

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And then that elevator...😏

Y’all, let me express some gratitude for this elevator right here. It gave us some absolute gold, honey. 😇

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They approach the elevator and work together to get a walker out of the way. And then once they enter, Rick kicks the walker's arm, and Michonne, serving with her stance, realizes hey we have some time while this elevator goes down so naturally she looks over at Rick with that 'my man, my man, my man' look.

Then Michonne grabs the strap of Rick's backpack and pulls her into him and we can see him rushing into her just as the blood-stained elevator doors close. I love it. 😋 Look at frisky Michonne wanting a piece of her man right now lol. 🤭 Who can blame her?

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And when I first watched I thought that was gonna be it. Like they were just going to imply that they make out in the elevator. But no being a Richonne stan means being hella spoiled and so we actually get to see this all play out. 😊

They cut to Richonne making out inside the elevator and it’s just so good.❤️‍🔥 Also, it's funny how you’d never guess that Michonne was the one who initiated this the way Rick so quickly matches the energy and throws her against that wall. Rick can't quite be outhungered when it comes to Richonne kisses lol.

Like Michonne's always on the same page with that intense immense love but Rick's always going to be the more extra one by a little bit. Here for it. 😋

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They were real into it in that elevator and had themselves another moanversation. I love that they are always on the same timing and both crazy enough to be so unconcerned with the fact that this building is about to come toppling down. Like they are just passionately present in this hot moment and it’s great. 👌🏽😋

Richonne are really and truly irresistible to each other and I love how their desire is always on display. And you can just tell Michonne loves Rick’s assertive affection as he practically consumes her and she slides her finger down his face. And as for Rick...he's addicted to his wife in the best way. 😊

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Also, I always like seeing that “Failure is never an option” sign because I be needing that reminder in life and also it just feels like a thesis statement or something as to why Richonne is always able to win. When they refuse to fantasize about failing they always come out on top together. 👌🏽

So they manage to pull themselves off each other enough to run and kill more walkers and make it out of the building as they make a run for the vehicle. I remember in 2023 there were those set pics from this outdoor running moment and it felt so nice to now get to see what that all was from. Little did we know it was filmed for the greatest Richonne episode of all time. 🤩

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With Richonne outside we continue to get insight into the destruction going on inside the apartment, including the death of the temp controller I believe. RIP, to the narrator of Richonne's ep 4 journey. 

And then Richonne make it to that yellow truck and let me tell you Richonne + cars is undefeated. 👌🏽 It’s always going to make for a golden moment and this one here of course is no exception. 😏

They run into the car and I adore the detail of Rick holding that book that Michonne said Judith would love. A whole FATHER. 😭🙌🏽 And this just goes to show that everything Michonne said to Rick when he had those walls up at the top of the ep was absolutely resonating with him even if he wasn’t fully letting on at first.

I mean, Rick always hangs on Michonne’s every word so of course everything she said stuck, especially about their children. (Also, it just hit me that that’s likely part of why Rick was thinking about getting a gift for RJ in the next episode since he knew they’re bringing the book as a gift for their daughter. 🥲)

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So they get in the car but then Rick realizes there’s a slight complication as he tells Michonne it’s a “Stick shift.” I love the way Michonne looks at him and smiles when she realizes that means her little amputee cutie won't be able to drive this particular vehicle.

And y’all, since she has to drive that means Rick and Michonne have to switch seats. 😏 It's great how even a car being a stick shift can lead to Richonne gold, because this next moment is top tier. 🤩 Richonne stans, we ate good with TOWL, honey. 😇 Practically every second in this miniseries is rooted in Richonne’s romance. 🙌🏽

Also, I heard it was the episode's director Michael Slovis who had the idea for this next golden part, and I gotta take a moment to give Slovis his tens too. He did an outstanding job directing this Richonne love letter episode. 👏🏽💐

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So Rick and Michonne have to switch seats and they’re not gonna just get out of the car and do that - no, instead they attempt to just quickly climb over each other but, I’ve said it once I’ll say it 1000 times…Richonne are magnets. 🧲 So of course they couldn’t be that close to each other and not just start going to town again and making out. I love our hungry little couple that stays starving for each other. 😋

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When Michonne is on top of him you can see the determination on Rick’s face to turn this into something lol. And of course she’s on the same timing as they start making out. Like this building is really going to fall in mere seconds and they don’t give a damn. 🤭

They’re so happily distracted by their love and I’m here for it. They said that whole ‘love on each other as hard as we can while we can thing’ starts effective immediately. Also, only Richonne could make switching seats hot lol. 🔥

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Then it’s sweet to see the Roomba still going til it can’t go anymore. It’s resilient like Richonne. 

Also, it was really smart to put a sort of timer in the episode, and a high stakes timer at that, with the fact that the ep took place in a building on the verge of collapse. It's symbolic of how Richonne had to come the closest they’ve ever come to wondering if perhaps their relationship is on the verge of collapse as well. But of course like the Roomba that just won’t quit, they emerge from the building together and stronger. Richonne isn't the building, they’re the Roomba.

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And then y’all. Y’ALL. You already know what I’m about to address. It is now wonderfully canon to know 🗣 MICHONNE CALLS RICK 'BABY.'

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I know I was previously in the camp that heard Michonne call Rick 'baby' earlier in the bedroom scene but that one I didn't hear on my first watch. This 'baby' right here in this blessed yellow truck tho - undeniably clear. And so great. 🤩

They cut to the two still making out like it’s the only thing on the agenda, but then Michonne knows that it actually is coming down to the wire with the building about to fall. So she whispers to Rick, “Baby, I gotta drive.” 🫠🤩🫠🤩🫠🤩

From “You want to drive?” to “Baby, I gotta drive.” What a journey. 😭🎁

I didn’t know how much I needed to hear Michonne call Rick 'baby' but when I heard it I was like oh I’ve needed to hear this all my life lol.

So y’all, can I happy dance one time? Because hearing Michonne call Rick 'baby' makes me ridiculously happy. 😋

Now whenever I see any pre-canon TWD moments between Rick and Michonne I just stop and think wow one day she’ll call that man her baby. 😭 Like that’ll just be their norm because the way she says it and the way he responds, it’s clear he’s used to that. It’s so sweet and fitting. 🥰

I know we often like to wonder about Richonne pet names and I think it’s so cute that she calls Rick baby because really that is her baby. When I first heard this, y'all, I rewound it so much to make sure I didn't just imagine it lol. It was perfect. 😇

(Also since this kissing moment wasn't scripted and it was something Slovis suggested they do while filming, I'm assuming that would mean the 'baby, i gotta drive' was improvised as well. If so, I love that these talented creatives know just what to do and say with these characters 🙌🏽😊)

And I love that Michonne has to remind him that she has to drive because if she didn’t Rick would have been down to make RJ #2 up in that car. Like he’s lost in her yet again while their making out and of course, the moaning has returned. The man can’t help it. 😊

This whole lovely kissing moment further proves that for Rick the world can wait when he’s with Michonne. And the way Michonne says the line you can tell that the only reason she’s stopping is cuz they literally need to go. If they didn’t have to book it out of here right now…she’d be down for whatever too. You already know. 😋

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I love how Richonne’s favorite thing is kissing each other breathlessly and how they prove time and time again that the magnet thing might as well be literal. Also, the fact that they kiss during every phase of this exit - at the apartment door, in the elevator, and in the car. Real lovers are back. 😍

And they are never beating the adrenaline kink allegations, y’all. But I love how they, like us, are very cognizant of the fact that Richonne in fight mode is a sexy thing. 

And then I love that after she tells him 'Baby I gotta drive' they both laugh a little knowing how easily they get caught up. And then Rick is so refreshingly looser and more himself as he says, “Right. They made a stick shift electric car” and then he looks back and sees they left tanks of ethanol in the backseat.

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Let me repeat - The universe is a Richonner. 😋 The second Richonne got it together the universe was like here we’ll provide the fuel (and the food 🍜😉) and all the logistics.

I love how they both get excited learning the car is a hybrid. It reminds me when they were excited about those MREs in Say Yes. 

So then Michonne notes how they have to thank the innovators for the hybrid and how those people clearly thought they could do anything and Rick says, “Yep but we can. ‘We can make this whole world ours if we want to.’” Do you know how much of a loverboy you have to be to quote your wife’s words from a DREAM? 🫠 Most swoon-worthy thing ever and I’m so here for it. 🙌🏽

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I love that Rick is back to believing in Richonne. 🥰 Also I always laugh when I think back to when I first watched this because I remember just being like 'Aw he’s quoting her from the proposal dream ☺️' and then I gasped and was like 'oh that is a clear sign that he’s going to give her a ring in TOWL 🫢.' Like Rick quoting Dream Michonne in this car made me know for sure a wedding ring was coming cuz he's thinking about that particular '5 Pizzas & a Wedding Ring' dream. 👌🏽

I love seeing playful Rick again and Michonne brings that out of him so often and so naturally. And Michonne’s reaction is great when she looks at him like 'I agree but also...what??' I love that she affirms it tho saying, “Yes we can. That sounds like something I’d say.”

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And then Rick all contently says, “It is.” Y'all, i'm crying. 🥹 What a touching, lighthearted, and meaningful way to close out this episode's dialogue. 👏🏽

I love that Michonne knows she’d say that phrase and that Rick knows it full well too. He’s like baby, my dreams of you are extremely accurate, trust me. And the way he studies that woman of course they are. 😊

It’s just so special that those dreams at one point were all Rick really had of her and now here he gets to refer to them with the woman herself after she’s loved him back to life.

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As they get the car going there’s a little jump scare when a walker hits Rick’s window, and seeing them both jump and then be like okay let’s go - if they got any cuter my heart would not be able to take it lol. And the fact that Andy improvised that jumpscare reaction. Love it.

Rick and Michonne were just so back. Like they’re back to being the Richonne that’s playful, and flirty, and fully connected. A clear weight has been lifted off them and they're so in tune with each other again and it fills my heart with joy. 🥰

They drive and then it feels very poetic to see the building finally fall. I love the way Danai described the building as a cocoon that would determine if Richonne really can come out butterflies. And they soared out beautifully. 😭🦋

It also feels very symbolic of the way the walls Richonne had up around their hearts at the start of the episode have also officially fallen as they're back to being one in every way.

So having served its purpose of helping Richonne reconnect and bloom, the building could now come down. It’s almost like all the hard things they expressed and went through get to tumble down with the building as they head into a brighter horizon.

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Having made it out just in time, Michonne watches the building fall from the rearview mirror and just smiles knowing she and Rick are finally back on track and on their way home like she's long been wanting.

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Then as Michonne smiles she has this loving look over to Rick and of course he’s already looking her way. 🥰 I love how his look over at her was such a loud and clear 'I love you.'

You just know that as he looks at her he knows he’s gonna be getting down on one knee with a ring the second he has a chance.

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And then the way he looks down with a smile. 😭 At this moment I really think ‘I’m so in love with her’ is the direct quote from his mind. That and “How’d I get so lucky finding you again.” 

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And Michonne can feel the love as she has her own 'I love you' smile at Rick and looks forward. That's the smile of a woman who knows good things can happen when you and your husband take a plunge out of a helicopter. 👌🏽

That’s also the smile of a writer who just knocked it all the way out of the park writing this brilliant episode. 🔥👏🏽

gif cred: @machonnes

And a surefire way to make me happy is to see Richonne happy, so I absolutely adore that this stunning episode ends with Richonne’s smiles. They’re together. They’re happy. They’re in love. All is well. 😌

As they drive off, I adore the Asibe Happy song they use. I love that it feels like a homage to Danai to have it be music from the motherland. And just the lyrics are so fitting saying We're happy/We're in love/They tried to come between us but they failed. The vibe is so different from TWD in a really cool way and it’s just a great choice. 👌🏽

It’s funny tho because my extra self had this song stuck in my head for a few days after the episode aired and despite it having a positive vibe I could not stop getting choked up when hearing it. 🥲 Like now for me the song represents Richonne overcoming and driving off into the sunset and it’s so beautiful and feels so much like a happily ever after ending that the music was constantly making me want to shed tears. 

gif cred: @coolpartytimefan

But while it could have easily felt like this was the end of the story and Richonne was driving off into the sunset for good as this masterful episode faded to black…we still weren’t done yet. 😌

TOWL still had two more episodes of Richonne gold to give us with some very wonderful developments in their relationship. 👌🏽

But before we head into the final two episodes of TOWL, let me just conclude the 'What We' posts by saying Wow. This is how you do a moving, meaningful, and masterful episode of television.

What Danai so thoughtfully created with this episode exceeded expectations and truly shined the brightest light on why Richonne is so very special. Why it’s my Roman Empire. Why it’s my favorite depiction of love of all time. 😍

Never have I written so much about one TV episode, but I knew I’d have to go all out for Episode 4 because it’s what this important experience deserves. Every emotion, every scene, every choice, was pure excellence. 👏🏽

Andy and Danai have some of their greatest performances ever and I love that this episode was so packed with riveting dialogue and so focused solely on the two fascinating characters of Rick and Michonne and their extremely compelling relationship. It really gave Andy and Danai the space to again solidify why they're the best in the business and why Richonne is the greatest TV couple of all. 👑

I’m so grateful to them for giving their all as the people who bring Richonne to life and to Danai for writing something so inspiring and exceptional. 🔥

I’ll thank her 1000 times for lovingly and diligently crafting a Richonne episode that is food for the soul and delves into love, pain, trauma, and triumph with such honesty, creativity, and care.

This franchise and fandom are so fortunate to have such an astronomically gifted actress and writer share her gifts this way. 💯

Episode 4 was immensely heartfelt, hot, humurous, healing and profoundly human. It'll stick with me forever. It's embedded in my heart and I wouldn’t have it any other way.🥹

It's not every day you get to see your favorite thing reach its peak of perfection but that's what this episode was for me - capturing the mesmerizing depth and beauty of Richonne at its absolute best. So I'll cherish this shining treasure of an episode always.👌🏽😌

[mayese]

A flower for a flower

Joel Miller x f!reader

Synopsis: Joel can’t help but think of you every time he sees a blossoming flower.

Note: I wrote this in like, 15 minutes 😭 it’s so rushed and bad, I’m sorry. I just needed to write something sweet!! I’m probably rereading it again and trying to fix some things tho, but I hope you like it <3

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“What the fuck are you doing?” Ellie growls in annoyance as her horse starts to grow uneasy for being stopped for too long, mimicking the behavior of the girl.

Joel sighed, feeling his back hurt due to the fact that he was leaning, his knee on the ground. “Mind ya business,” he shot back, but Ellie snorted.

“It is my business! We’re supposed to be killing infected, not-“ Her words and tone slowly died as Joel got up with a grunt, turning around with a few flowers on his hand which he kept carefully while he straddled himself on his horse again.

He had seen those flowers the other day on patrol, giving him an idea. Joel knew how much you loved flowers, how many hours you kept yourself working on the greenhouse talking care of plants like they were kids or something that needed your devoted attention. And he can picture the green book filled with pictures and drawings about flowers, herbs and plants that you keep on your bedside table, a rare find you picked up on one of the few patrols you had made these months.

Without even glancing at Ellie he kicked his horse softly, whooshing trough the girl whose mouth hanged opened. “Let’s go,” he shouted, and Ellie was quick to follow him, her horse quick to catch them both ahead.

“Are those a bouquet?” She asked, curiosity winning over. Joel kept his frown, not answering her question. It was odd to see a man like Joel carry flowers with him, treating them kindly and not wanting to damage them, almost like protecting it.

They were beautiful, Ellie thought. Joel carried flowers with various colors, some yellow and others red and light pink. Different shapes and maybe different scents.

But Ellie knows Joel is not a flower guy. And she knows why Joel had them on his hand. You loved flowers. Ellie remembers seeing one book in your collection about plants and flowers, opening it and seeing so many scribbles on the pages, some with plucked flowers squished inside the pages.

Ellie glanced again at Joel and the flowers. “You know those are not enough for a bouquet right?”

Joel rolled his eyes. “Can you stop?” He growled.

“It was you who stopped to pick up those!” She said. “Are those for her?”

For a few moments he didn’t respond, and wasn’t for the almost non-existent nod she would think he didn’t answer. “Then I will help you out!”

“Help me- What are you-“ Joel looked at her, confused.

“Help you pick up more flowers. And then you give those to her!”

Needless to say, their patrol basically consisted on Ellie finding beautiful flowers and plants while Joel followed around, keeping an eye out for danger. And even if he didn’t like to admit it, searching and seeing so many different flowers was beautiful.

Once they’re out of Jackson, they’re supposed to be serious, attentive to every threat lurking around the corner, easily making everyone forget about the hidden secrets and simple things that anyone would enjoy. Something as simple as flowers, that despite the end of the world didn’t stop growing and flourishing.

Back at Jackson, Tommy grinned at Joel once the man handed the horse to the guy in charge of the stables for the day. Tommy teased his brother about the flowers while Ellie joined Tommy. Joel just scuffed, getting away from them as quickly as possible before making his way to your house.

Of course that they were few. A flower for a flower. The most beautiful and kind flower he had ever met. The person that had changed him for the better, that tried to accept him and learned to love him the way he was, as he did the same.

Seeing those beautiful flowers had made him think of you, wanting to pluck them and offer it to the most gorgeous person he had ever laid eyes upon, your sweet smile and your kind eyes. Every time you talk about flowers of that book of yours that you can’t have because the world is to dangerous out there for you to explore and see. It made him want to bring it to you.

He knocked on your door, shuffling around for a few seconds before you opened it, that damned smile that made him melt like butter appearing on your face after you noticed him. And before Joel could say anything, the bouquet behind his back, you pushed him by the collar, meeting him with your lips on his, clearly satisfied that he was safe and sound back to you, even if now things appeared to be calmer on the outskirts of Jackson.

“I missed you,” you murmured, almost glued to him with your faces mere inches away.

He chuckled, grabbing your waist with his spare hand. “It’s been 6 hours,” he teases you with a smile, and you sigh dramatically.

“Six long and excruciating hours without you,” you say with a huff, making Joel smile even more. And before you could add anything, Joel extended his other arm, finally revealing the many flowers he was holding on his other hand.

Your eyes traveled down at the sound, glancing at the beautiful bouquet he gathered with Ellie’s help before you were screeching with excitement, quick to detach yourself from Joel to look properly at the flowers.

“Are those for me?!” You asked enthusiastically, missing his chuckle while you ogled the flowers, mesmerized. You’ve never seen those.

“Is there anyone else here?”

He handed you the flowers, attached by a red string he had on his pocket which he purposefully had taken with him that morning. You grabbed them gently, looking in awe before glancing at Joel, whose eyes softened at the sight of you.

“Thank you, Joel. Nobody’s ever offered me flowers. And you know I’m crazy for them,” you said coyly before you kissed him again, making his thoughts mellow.

“And I’m crazy for you,” Joel murmured, making you smile against his lips before you kissed him again, gluing yourself to him but keeping his flowers away from harm.

[lotusloong]

Love of a Flower

Relationship: Sun Wukong X Female LoongDragon!Reader

AN: Alrighty, I've been working on this for a bit now, hope y'all like it! I originally got the idea when playing Black Myth and reading the OG books and it kinda spiraled from there. I have mentioned Loong!Reader in another fic I have, this is the birth place of her! It just so happened that she could seamlessly fit into the world of New Gods as well so I used her there. See y'all at the end!

Seriously tho, heed the gore and body mod tag. I tried to make it descriptive while not going too crazy with it, but it can still intense to some.

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Soulmates, Fast Burn, I mean - really fast burn, its real sappy too, Fairytale Elements, Mythology Elements, Listen if mythology can get weird and freaky with it then so can I, speaking of, Slight Freak4Freak, Wukong does some weird ass stuff to help Reader who is into it, Slight Gore, Blood, Body Modification, No Smut, References to Smut, this thing is nearly 10k words I do not have the strength to add smut right now, Casual Nudity, for just a moment tho, LoongDragon!Reader, I don't care if Reader is a dragon - she has tits when smaller, if I missed any tags let me know

Summary: You have never left your pond. It's safe, protected, tranquil.

A bit lonely…

A group passing by changes all that.

Tag List: @mythicallystupid

Read it on AO3!

It was the promise of a safe place to rest for the night that drew him to your home. 

Your spot was a humble one, some would say too humble for a mighty dragon, but most days you didn't feel ‘mighty’. You just felt like yourself. It wasn't anything grand, but a gentle waterfall flowed into your pound, where the water swirled and settled before leaving you in the form of a modest creek. Animals, yaoguai, and even the occasional human could find peace at your pond. Your presence would prevent any fights or attacks, and in return the travelers left small offerings at the water's edge and cleaned up after themselves. 

So long as they didn't try to pluck the closed budding lotus in the center of your lake, you were happy to see others pass through.

One morning you woke up and pulled yourself from the water to see a thin trail of smoke creeping above the treeline. With a gentle push you lifted yourself into the air and glided with the wind, glancing over your shoulder briefly at the lotus flower in the center of your pond, petals still closed where it floated across the surface of the crystal clear water. Satisfied it would be safe without your dutiful eye for a moment, you made your way to the smoke stack. A quick glance down showed a campsite in the morning light and you sighed to yourself as relief settled your mind. 

You would rather have new visitors near your home than a wildfire. You hide yourself among the clouds, shivering at the chill as water immediately buds along your scales from the cloud. Your pond is so temperate compared to this, and you already miss its depths. 

You shake yourself, time to focus. You peer down at the campsite to make out the different figures still sleeping away. A brilliant white horse that was surrounded by magic had a monk leaning against its side as they slept, a bedroll with some kind of pig yaoguai curled up, and an ogre sleeping against a tree, bags of luggage surrounding him. An odd group to be certain, but if they were traveling with a monk you were certain they would be friendly enough. 

Satisfied, you were just about to fly back to your pond when a flash of brilliant red shone from the trees. Your own eyes narrow at the sight, twisting your long coils in the air to keep yourself afloat. The details of what you were looking at came to you, and you realized you were looking at the face of a monkey. Glowing red eyes surrounded by soft fur, a gold fillet sitting above their brow. The rest of them was hidden in the tree but you didn't need to see more to know that you were looking at some type of monkey yaoguai. You could sense the power of those eyes.

Under your gaze, the eyes lost their glow, turning to a brilliant gold, and you were left staring at each other. You gave a respectful nod, and were pleased to have it returned. Satisfied with what you had seen, you flew back home.

~~~~~~~

They came by your pond the next day.

You had heard them walking, the sound of the horse’s hooves on the dirt, the pig shuffling and jumping, the ogre’s steady thumping. You didn't hear the monkey's footsteps, not without straining your ears to catch the soft pitter-patter of his steps. You shifted into your human form where you sat by your waterfall, the wind carrying their conversation to you.

“I would not lie about such things. What could I possibly gain by claiming to see a dragon?”

“I don't know! You always have some kind of trick for me monkey! How do we know you aren't trying to trick Bai Long Ma!” 

“Because unlike you, pig, Bai Long Ma is reliable and helpful. I wouldn't want to drive him away.” You could hear indignant screeching in response.

“Whaa-! Master! Master, you see how he bullies me-!”

“What colors did this dragon have?” A deep baritone interrupted the sputtering, and the layered voice was the familiar sound of your own kind. A fellow dragon was traveling with this group.

“White with a black belly. I didn't see much detail, they were too high up.”

“Hmmm, I am not familiar with them personally. Must be a young river guardian.”

“Aha! You see! A dragon prince doesn't recognize them, how do you know it was even a dragon? Could have been a shapeshifter.” As the words were spoken the magnificent white horse from the camp stepped out of the treeline, power coursing underneath the layers of muscle. Deep sea green eyes immediately locked with yours, kin recognizing kin despite your transformed states. Your fellow dragon stopped in his tracks, much to the concern of the being sitting on his back. The monk you had seen the day before followed the gaze of his mount, eyebrows raising in surprise to see you sitting in the water.

“I know because of my truth seeing eyes you idiot-” Another figure stepped out, the one you saw hiding in the trees. A monkey yaoguai like you had thought, his frame sleek but muscular under the rags he wore. The pig walking next to him snarled.

“So what then!? If it was a dragon we should expect heavy rain? Flooding?” His tusks peaked from his lips, and the monkey snarled in turn. His massive canines were far more impressive and intimidating. The sight of them made your heart race. You hardly noticed the ogre silently stopping behind them. 

“If there is to be a flood I welcome it, if only for the chance that you'll be washed away! Taken far, far from here and never to be seen again!” The pig yaoguai practically screeched his anger, and you couldn't help the giggle that escaped you at the monkey's sharp tongue.

The sound had the last three party members snapping their gaze to you, the feud put on hold. You brought the sleeves of your hanfu up to cover your embarrassed grin from their sudden attention. 

“I don't plan to flood this forest anytime soon, but I'll be sure to give you a warning if I change my mind.” You spoke.

“For that, we would be grateful.” The monk smiled at you, giving a polite bow you returned. You stood from your mossy rock and stepped closer to the group.

“This is my home, but you are welcome to camp here as long as you wish. All I ask in return is for my pond to be respected, and for you to not touch my lotus flowers. They’re precious to me, I hate to see them plucked.” While not a total lie - you did love the plants growing in your home - it was the same excuse you gave to all travelers who passed by. You couldn’t take the chance of someone plucking your heart. “You are free to take from any of the plants and herbs along the shoreline though! Just let me know which ones you pluck so I can tend to them after.”

The dragon acting as a horse bowed his head low.

“We are grateful, sister. Your generosity knows no bounds.” He rumbled. You waved him off.

“Oh please, consider it payment for keeping me company while you rest. Most stay away once they realize a dragon lives here.” You look away with a wistful sigh. It was nice living in your pond, but it did get rather lonely…

The dragon horse turned to the other members of the party with a sharp glare, sea green eyes intense. “You two will behave yourselves while we are camped here, understand? I won’t allow rudeness to one of my own who opens her home up so kindly.” 

The pig yaoguai looked surprised at the stern tone, but nodded eagerly. 

The monkey’s eyes darted your way before he gave an over exaggerated bow to the horse, his tail going high in the air to keep his balance as he bent so far forward.

“I vow to you, Bai Long Ma, Third Son of the Dragon King of the West Sea, as the Handsome King of the Monkeys, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, the Famed Stone Monkey, Lord of Gold and Metal-”

“Enough with the titles, get on with it.” The dragon interrupted with a roll of his eyes and a nicker of annoyance. 

“...I would never dream of causing trouble.” The smirk on his lips said otherwise. You couldn’t resist giggling at his words, or the way the others around him looked unconvinced. What a cheeky monkey.

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It was that same afternoon you saw the pig demon, Bajie they called him, running into your pond with a fearful scream. The monkey floated above him on a cloud, grin smug. You were back in your true form just under the surface of the water, peaking only your head out to see what all the commotion was. Bajie jumped and nearly screamed again at the sight of you, but stopped himself with a hand over his pounding heart.

“What happened?” You asked, looking between the two of them.

“He-!” Bajie pointed an accusing finger at the monkey above you both, “transformed into a giant scorpion in my bedroll and chased me here!” You raised a questioning eyebrow at the other demon who merely shrugged in response. You covered your snout with your claws. It wasn’t polite to laugh at your guests. Bajie didn’t seem to notice your amusement, moving closer to you in the water.

“He torments me! Day in and day out!”

“He sounds rather cruel.” You snicker, the monkey grinning back at you utterly shameless.

“He is! But something that always helps is a kiss from a beautiful maiden! Good lady would you mind-” Shock rips through you at Bajie’s sudden words, and the sudden close proximity he had to you in the water. One of his hands reached up to your muzzle, about to touch a long whisker, one of the most sensitive parts of your body, and you froze. Your mind scrambled to get you to swim away from the stranger taking up your personal space but your muscles remained locked stiff.

A sudden dull ‘thunk’ sounded through the clearing and the pig fell back from you and into the water, unconscious as he floated in the current. A staff with intricate gold patterns was extended in the air right where Bajie’s head had been moments ago. Your eyes follow the staff up to the monkey demon, who was scowling at the unconscious form of his companion.

“Talking like that is what made me chase him in the first place. He never learns.” He ‘tsked’ and shook his head before looking back at you. His golden eyes had an unusual sense of seriousness to them. “Pay no mind to him. He talks too much and may push boundaries, but he’d never try anything.”

You nod your head, tension leaving your frame as you relaxed back into the cool water of your pond.

“Th-thank you. I wasn’t expecting him to…to…” You wave a claw at the pig’s snoring form which was currently making a lazy circle as the water swirled around him. The monkey snorted and lowered his cloud closer to you.

“Yeah, he’s an idiot but he’s harmless. Mostly. Sometimes he can be useful in a scuffle.” The monkey shrugged and you snorted at his words. There was a gleam of pride in his golden eyes at the sound of your laughter.

“I don’t believe I caught your name earlier.” You said after finding your composure. “You claimed to be the king of monkeys this morning, don’t tell me you are the same Monkey King, Sun Wukong?” The smile you received in response was answer enough.

“I am! Heard of me and my greatness have you? What’s your favorite story?” Wukong’s tail had a pleased curl to it, rising up behind him as he preened under your gaze. The late afternoon sun gave his russet fur a golden glow and you couldn’t help but think he looked rather pretty. 

“Would it be biased to say when you came to visit the Dragon King of the East? I wasn’t there, but I wish I had been just so I could have seen the antics you started!” The Monkey King is delighted by your response, and he stays hovering over the water of your pond to chat with you more.

The conversation flows like the stream leading away from your pond, gentle but consistent. Tales about his past, mixed in with gossip about the many gods and demons he met and small details about fights and pranks that aren’t included in the common versions of the stories, then discussions about the journey he’s on now, then your river and the small shrine resting at the shore. As much as he boasts about himself, he asks for details about you just as eagerly.

“So, you tend to the plants that grow around here?” The Great Sage asks, his head cocked in curiosity as he watches you. His cloud has lowered significantly during your talk, the white puff resting gently on the surface of the water to meld into a light fog before dissipating. It’s a convenient distraction to focus on so you don’t get lost in the golden depths of his eyes.

“Yes! It’s not the same as a proper garden but…I work with what I have. I learned everything about plant care from my grandfather…” You gave a wistful sigh, remembering your time as a hatchling. Things had been so simple…

“Someday, maybe, I’ll get a proper set up to care for them and grow other types of plants too. I would love to grow fruit trees and berry bushes-”

“Peach trees!?” Wukong interrupts you, leaning in very close to your personal space. He almost looks like he’s about to fall off his nimbus cloud, he’s so far forward. Unlike with the pig demon, you don’t feel the same uncomfortable urge to run. Your heart beats a little faster in your ribs and you feel heat climb to your cheeks, but you don’t move away.

“Of course! I’d love a whole orchard of different fruits, peaches would have to be there as well.” The Monkey King’s smile is as bright as the sun at your words, his grin eager as he speaks.

“Would you save some for me? I’ll come back and visit every day if it means I get free peaches.”

“Only the best for the Great Sage.” Your cheeks ache from how long you’ve been smiling. Suddenly, Wukong pulls away from you, eyes lighting up.

“Oh! What if you came to live on my mountain!? Mount Huaguo used to have so many different plants and fruits growing all over the place! If we could have an actual garden set up to take care of them, it would be so much easier! Then you could pick all the best peaches for me and my monkeys, and we’d sit and talk with you all day!”

The offer shocked you. Your mouth hung open for a few moments as you gathered your thoughts, staring at the wild, beautiful demon before you. 

Floating in the still water behind you, the budding lotus flower unfurled ever so slowly, the delicate center still hidden by soft white and pink petals. The outer petals cupped themselves towards the sky, tips a vivid pink as if to entice someone to pluck the bloom despite its half opened state. 

“Wh-...that would be-”

“I am happy to see you two getting along. My worry was misplaced.” A soothing voice interrupts your words. You look up, startled, to see the monk step out from the treeline, fidgeting with a ring of prayer beads. As you greet him, Sun Wukong tenses up where he sits on his cloud. His tail goes stiff, hovering in a curved position behind your head. This does not go unnoticed by you, or the monk. 

“Apologies, I was speaking in jest.” Tang Sanzang murmurs, his smile soft but strained. Wukong doesn't meet his eyes, looking off to the distant horizon. 

“Of course Master. Excuse me, I need to patrol.” You stare after the monkey with wide eyes as he jumps into the trees, the emotional whiplash of the situation startling you to silence. Just a moment before he looked so happy and eager…

The monk comes close to you. 

“Do you mind?” He looks pointedly at a spot of soft grass next to the shore you lounge on, and you gesture for him to settle down. He sits with his back straight, eyes slipping closed as he gathers his thoughts. You idle away by making small bubbles in the water, popping the biggest ones with a claw.

“...I apologize for ruining your talk. It was not my intention.” He eventually speaks. You look at him, your whiskers settling and curling idly in the air around his still form.

“It's alright monk, it's a pleasure to speak with any of you.” You tried to reassure him. His face remained unchanged. 

“...He no longer trusts me.” You straighten, a pitying frown forming on your muzzle. Your ear flicks at the sound of a tree rustling. Wukong is there, hiding and listening. You don't bring attention to him. 

“I'm sorry to hear that. May I ask what happened?” While you're curious to know, this is also an opportunity for Wukong. If he didn't want you to hear about the issues between him and his Master, now would be the time to interrupt. The only sound you hear is Bajie’s distant snoring as he washes up on the opposite shore of the pond. 

Tang Sanzang opens his eyes. 

“There was…a yaoguai. She was a trickster, and managed to deceive myself and my disciples. The only one to see through her tricks was Sun Wukong. He tried to kill her multiple times, and each time I…I punished him for it. I had thought he was killing innocents. I don't like when he kills at all, truthfully.”

You cocked your head to the side, resting your chin on one clawed hand as you leaned your elbow onto the shoreline. Your ear flicks again at the rustling of leaves. 

“I had banished him from our party, after Zhu Bajie convinced me Sun Wukong was playing another trick to avoid consequences. Not only was I wrong, but my disciple had to travel all the way to Mount Huaguo to convince our protector to come back. We apologized and he…he said he forgave us but he's been…different ever since.”

You hummed, a pain in your heart at the thought of Wukong being discarded so easily. Why did it bother you so much? You had only known the monkey for such a short time…

“Well,” you started, “he most likely needs time. You broke his trust.” The monk looked to you with wide eyes, surprised but not angry. You swallowed, uncertain if you should be weighing in on such a situation when you were nothing but an outsider. Wukong did not move from his hiding place. 

“He worked hard to protect you, and instead of trusting his instincts, trusting him, you punished him. That's not an easy thing to overcome, even if he has forgiven you.” A lotus flower, small and budding, grew in the water next to your elbow. You scooped a claw under it, lifting it as far into the air as its stem would allow. 

“Trust needs to be nurtured and cared for. When broken, it can grow back, under the right circumstances. With time and effort put into its care.” With a small burst of magic, you made the flower bloom in your palm. Sanzang looked between you and the lotus, a small smile forming on his soft face. 

“You speak wise words.” A smile twitched at the corners of your muzzle. You weren't finished yet.

“However monk,” you snapped the lotus off of its stem, holding it close to your chest. “When the land has been salted, the soil can no longer bear seeds. Even just once is enough that an entire plot can no longer grow anything. Be grateful then, if you manage to see progress. Even if it's a small, pitiful bulb.”

The smile fell from his face once more. 

“Again, you speak true. I will take your words to heart, lotus dragon.” You gave him a bow of your mighty head, careful not to poke him with your antlers. 

“He is with you now, and clearly cares for your wellbeing. That means more than you might realize.” The monk returns your head bow with one of his own, a thoughtful look on his face at your words. The silence between you lasts for only a few moments.

“You know a great deal about plants, it seems.”

“My grandfather taught me about them from the very beginning. He adores them, and I like to think I inherited that love. His teachings taught me about more than just how to care for plants.” 

“He sounds very wise indeed.”

The monk sat with you for a few moments more, before rising to his feet, excusing himself to meditate in peace. You are not surprised when Wukong silently lands on the pond bank, his smell of wood, stone, and fruit surrounding you.

“Thank you.” He says.

You smile and nod.

~~~~~~~

Days pass and the group continues to rest near your water.

After another long night of conversation between you and the Monkey King, you get only a few hours of sleep before rising.

You fly away from your pond to hunt for something suitable to eat. Before the dawn truly breaks over the horizon you glide away, focusing your senses on the trees below you for any sign of prey. A padded down spot of grass is proof a deer slept there during the night, and when you land you follow the scent and tracks through the thick underbrush. The kill itself is quick and easy, and you soon find yourself gliding across the sky back to your water with breakfast in your mighty jaws.

There is an odd fluttering in your chest as you move, like your heart is fluttering where it rests in your pond. It’s slightly different from the fluttering feeling you’ve been feeling when talking with Sun Wukong, but it’s not a bad one. You’ll be sure to check on the bloom when you get back.

When the sight of your pond comes into view, a shiver of excitement jolts down your spine. In the center of the water, Ruyi Jingu Bang sits perfectly straight like a pillar from the surface, the water not even disturbed enough by the pole to ripple around its base. Sun Wukong sits on its top, his feet gripping the pole and his impeccable balance keeping him upright. You land in the water with a gentle ripple, setting your kill down on the shoreline. The excitement you feel at seeing Wukong awake and waiting for you has you feeling giddy, and you open your bloodied mouth to ask if he’d like to join you for breakfast-

When the blood in your veins turns into ice.

In his hands, sits your lotus flower.

Your breath catches in your throat, whiskers quivering in the air around you. Your scales lift from your body in a fear response, claws digging deep into the wet soil beneath you. Wukong turns and flips the flower, exceedingly gentle wherever he touches it. Not one petal is plucked, not one leaf is bent out of shape. He meets your eyes with a curious glance before going back to his examination.

“It’s this one right? Something about it is tied to you, but I can’t figure out what. It must be important though, I can sense the magic coming off of it.” Over the days you’ve been talking with the monkey it bloomed further, nearly entirely open to reveal the yellow and pink center.

You think you’re going to vomit where you stand.

“P-pl…please…” You whisper. Wukong looks back at you, an eyebrow raised in concern at your apparent fear. His shoulders straighten, senses on high alert for what could have you so upset. “Please…put it back…” Your voice sounds wispy and faint to your own ears, but the sound of your blood pumping through your veins isn’t helping. Wukong hears you anyways, looking down at the innocent flower in his hands to your frozen form. With a nod he slinks down the length of Ruyi Jingu Bang and gracefully puts the flower back on top of the water’s surface, like it never left.

He flips himself up and out of the water, landing on the shore where you put your food. You don’t feel like eating any more.

You stare at the flower as it floats along the surface, terrified that if you look away it’ll be picked up again and taken far, far away from you. It glides unbothered across the water.

Wukong coughs into his fist beside you.

“I didn’t realize it was that important to you. I’m sorry.” The words pull your attention back to him, but you can’t help the double take to make sure the flower still rests on the water.

“I…it’s alright. You didn’t know.” You shudder and take a deep breath, shaking yourself before shifting into a smaller dragon form. Your tail curls around your legs protectively as you sit on the shoreline. Wukong looks uncertain for once, as if he would like to sit with you but doesn’t know if he would be welcome. You have mercy on the poor monkey, patting the ground next you as you drag the deer carcass closer.

“You enjoy your meat raw, yes? I do too, as a special treat every once in a while.” As the tension in the air dissipates, you see his shoulders relax, his tail drooping to a pleased curl knowing that you’re not upset with him. You use your claws to tear off slivers of meat, cutting away fur and handing pieces over to your monkey friend. He thanks you before taking a bite, blood dripping into the fur of his wrists and down his chin as he eats.

You follow suit, slicing a piece of venison and swallowing it whole with your large maw. A single rivulet of blood leaks out the corner of your jaw and follows the trail of your scales, beading at the tip of a small bony protrusion along your jawline and falling to the ground below. When you lower your head back down, intending to tear off another piece, you feel Wukong’s eyes on you.

You look to him, his eyes wide where they stare at you, following the single trail of blood. His eyes move lower, over the long winding curve of your neck to your shoulders, where your modest robes wrap tight around your shoulders and chest. His breathing is heavy, and you catch the faint smell of something spicy coming from him. The smell is musky and reminds you of smoke, of metal burning red in fire, of heat.

A blush burns your cheeks.

“Is…everything okay?” Your voice comes out meek.

His golden eyes look back to yours, the red sclera looks like it's burning, like his eyes are glowing, while his pupils contract and dilate at the sight of you.

“Of course…” He mutters. When he says nothing else you try to smile, feeling self-conscious under his gaze but…enjoying the way his eyes seem to burn into you. It makes your chest feel tight, like your flower heart was being squeezed in a way you didn’t want to stop. He eventually turns back to his own slivers of meat before speaking again.

“I really would like you to come live on my mountain. It’s not the same after the 500 years I’ve been gone, but I can’t stay and rebuild until my mission to the west is complete. I think…I think you would be very helpful…my monkeys would love you, I know. And…and I want you there.” If your cheeks felt warm before, they feel scorching now. Your tail gives a pleased ‘thump’ against the ground. 

“I…I really think I would love that…” Wukong’s chest swells at your words, a pleased grin stretching across his muzzle as he bites into another piece of meat. You pause. 

“...But I sadly can’t.” The look Wukong gives you is so pained you feel like you just slapped him. 

“W-...why not?” You fidgeted with the carcass in front of you, biting your tongue. Did you dare risk telling him? He already held your flower in his hands and put it back when asked…you felt safe around him, you enjoyed his company. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself.

“The flower…it’s my heart.” His brow furrows at your words, his confusion clear. “It’s my actual heart, taken from me by a curse. My grandfather did what he could to save me, but to do so he had to remove my heart from my chest and he turned it into a flower. The curse keeps me from…putting it back.” 

The Monkey King sat up straighter, looking from you to the flower he had been holding, to his own hands in shock and back at you again. You gave him a small, unsure smile.

“Flowers need to be cared for. I can’t just leave it…what if a traveler plucked it? If I try to leave with it, how will I keep it alive? It needs water and loose, wet soil to stay strong, or at least some sort of magical artifact to keep it alive. What if while travelling it gets crushed and I…and I die?” The more you spoke, the higher Wukong’s eyebrows rose, a dawning realization on his face.

“That’s why you’ve never left…” He muttered. You nodded, curling in on yourself.

“Grandfather comes to visit me often, when he’s not busy with his duties at least. But this pond is peaceful and safe, and hardly anyone has ever tried to start trouble here, so I’ve never really…asked him to help me move somewhere else.” Sun Wukong jumped to his feet, pacing around where you still sat. You followed his movements, your long neck twisting and turning to keep up with his agitated pace. His tail flicked and twitched behind him, bloody claws flexing and fidgeting.

“I could carry your flower to Mount Huaguo. I fly fast, I know where all the deepest and calmest rivers and ponds are. I could place your heart right outside Water Curtain Cave! And if for whatever reason you don’t like it, I can change it! I can make you an entire new river on the mountain if you wanted!” He cried, looking to you as he spoke. You shook your head, flattered at his want to help you but knowing it wasn’t meant to be.

“And what of your quest? You can’t stay with me on your mountain while I adjust and learn the rivers. You have responsibilities with your Master. Maybe…maybe after your quest I could move. If you still remember me…” The sadness you felt at the idea of being forgotten by him nearly choked you, and you took another deep breath to center yourself.

Wukong’s arms dropped to his sides like dead weight, his tail falling and curling sadly against the ground. He knew you were right.

“I could never forget you…” He muttered. His eyes found yours again, and a fluttering erupted in your stomach at the sincerity in his gaze. “Something about you…I know I’m supposed to have you in my life.” 

“H-how can you be so certain-?” You gasped. The weight of his words, the way he spoke so certainly…it stole your breath.

“When I came into the world my people were there and waiting for me already. When we frolicked and played our great Water Curtain Cave was waiting for us. Inside was my palace, empty but fully furnished and filled to the brim with wonderful wine and foods and clothes. It had been made and left there for me. For my people to call home. I was always meant to be their king, and I was always meant to leave to become the Great Sage. You are meant to stay with me. I feel it. I know it.” 

As he spoke the Monkey King grew more confident, more assured about the words he spoke. He stood before you, back straight and shoulders squared, his gaze fierce and burning with his resolve. Behind you in the water, your heart fully bloomed.

“You really…feel that way for me?” Wukong gave you a firm nod.

“Yes.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you brought a bloody claw up to your muzzle as if it would help stifle the sound that escaped your throat. Wukong, concerned, stepped closer to you, his own bloody claws cupping your scaled cheeks. Your eyes fluttered closed as he held you.

“I was…I feel the same, that…that tugging inside me to be with you. I keep dreading the day you have to leave, I know it’s coming soon, I know you have to keep moving for the scriptures and yet-!” You shuddered, “I don’t want you to go. I want to stay with you…”

Wukong tilted your head up to him, and without hesitation, his lips were suddenly on yours. You squeaked into the kiss, eyes wide and body frozen. It was only for a moment before you all but melted into his hold again, kissing him back as best you could. Your fangs clicked against each other’s, his fingers were so close to the sensitive whiskers on your snout, his smell filling your mind and wiping away every thought except for him.

Wukong pulled back, and a soft sound of protest left you. A new fiery determination was in his eyes, and his voice was firm and husky as he spoke.

“I promise you, I will find a way. I won’t leave you here, not forever.” His claws traced over your scales and the bony spines on your jaw with a gentleness that made your heart ache. You wanted to hold him and be held back for eternity by him. You nuzzled into his neck and breathed his smell, grounding yourself. Everything felt like a dream.

Wukong held you for a moment longer before letting go, stepping back and summoning his cloud. You watched with confusion as he stepped on it, and he gave you a reassuring look.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, a few days at most. Watch over my Master, would you? Tell him I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” You asked. Your tail curled anxiously around your feet,

“I have an idea of what to do but I need to confirm it. If it works…then you can come with us. If it doesn't, I’ll find something else.” You nodded, uncertain but trusting Wukong.

“O-okay…See you soon, my love…” You stepped back from his cloud, clasping your clawed hands tight to stop yourself from reaching out and pulling him back into your arms. The Monkey King smiled at you, sharp canines on display.

“Goodbye my flower.” 

And then he was gone.

~~~~~~~

You’re surprised by how accepting the pilgrims are when you tell them Sun Wukong left. Bajie shrugs and goes back to eating his lunch, a pile of dried meats and vegetables, uncaring. Wujing stares at you long and hard for a few moments, his narrowed eyes suspicious. You meet his gaze with an unwavering one of your own and after a few moments he nods, satisfied. He turns and settles down next to the campfire to sharpen his bident.

Your fellow dragon, still transformed as a horse, simply blinks at your words before laying down his head and resuming his early morning nap. The only one with questions for you is the monk.

“Is everything alright?” He asks. 

“I hope so.” You respond. “He wanted to help me and said he might know a way. He’s supposed to be back soon…” The worry you feel must be obvious because the monk doesn’t hesitate to put his hand on your shoulder in a show of comfort. 

“He will be back. He always comes back.” His words soothe you, even if only a little bit.

The days continue to pass and you continue to watch the sky for any sign of your monkey. Any cloudy speck, any glints of gold, just…something to reassure you he’s on his way back. Your days are spent meditating with the monk and his disciples, watching the horizon for Wukong, and your nights are spent curled in the water of your pond, wondering if he’s safe.

Relief comes just a few days after, like he promised.

The full moon hangs high in the sky and reflects on the clear surface of your water. You’re lying along the shore, tracing a claw over the ripples in the surface and watching the stars twinkle in the distorted reflection to distract yourself from the listless feeling in your gut. One particular star catches your eye, its glint shining brighter, closer, than the other stars. You lift yourself up to stare at the water, and realize that yes, the star is growing bigger in size. 

Your head snaps up to look at the heavens, looking frantically for the golden glint you were watching in the water. There, you see it! A speck of light shooting across the sky, coming closer and closer to your pond. You shift from your true form to your smaller one, standing on the tips of your clawed feet to watch the light, hoping with every part of your being its Wukong on his way back to you.

As it grows closer, you see him.

The Monkey King stands crouched on his cloud, a fierce and determined look on his face as he moves closer. Your tail lifts behind you as you wave a clawed hand in the air, a smile stretching wide across your muzzle at the sight of him. He sees you, and a smile stretches across his own face at the sight of you happy and healthy to greet him. His cloud lowers closer to the treetops, rustling leaves and low hanging clouds with the force of his own wind.

When he lowers closer to your pond he doesn’t even bother landing properly, jumping from his cloud and straight into your waiting arms with a wild screech of joy. You catch him happily, staggering from his weight and falling over into a pile as you laugh together.

His fur feels so soft under your claws, his musky smell of wood and stone more pungent than ever from his days of travel. Your tails entwine as you pull each other closer and nuzzle your faces together. You press soft kisses to his lips, delighted that they still taste the same after that first one you had too many days ago. His weight settles on top of you, his smaller form cushioned by yours as his hands and feet grip every part of your scaly body he can cling to. Your long neck lets you wind yourself around him as you sit back up from the cool grass, midnight dew coating your scales, his fur, and both your clothes.

“I missed you.” He chirps, little squeaks of delight leaving his throat in a way you think might not be conscious. 

“I missed you too…so much…” You’re purring in response to his touches, your scales feeling warm everywhere his claws graze you. “Your Master is safe, they all are. We were all waiting for you.”

Wukong pulls away from you just enough to meet your gaze with his own, sitting back comfortably on your lap. The smile he gives you is radiant.

“Thank you, my love. I…I’m hoping it was worth it. I think it will be.” He fully climbs off your lap, kneeling next to you in the soft grass. “I found a spell, a ritual really. We can do it now, but it's uhm…it’s intense.”

“What do you mean? Is it safe?” You ask. You watch with curiosity as Wukong starts to disrobe, pulling his arms from his sleeves and letting his tiger sash hold his clothing tight around his waist. You swallow, eyes drawn to the muscle and fur making up his chest. Your claws itch to reach out and touch.

“It’s safe, it's just…there’s blood. It’s a ritual to…well, to place your heart in a new vessel.” Your brow furrowed in confusion, not fully understanding his meaning. Wukong leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek and trailing down along your jawline to your ear. You shiver in response. 

“Just bear with me, love.” He cooed in your ear, pulling back from your arms. “It'll look painful, but it's worth it if it's for you.” 

Before you could ask what he meant, his sharp claws were tracing lines over the rippling muscle of his left pectoral. With a sharp, deep inhale his claws sunk into his own flesh and pulled. Your own claws came up to cover your mouth in shock, eyes wide as you watched your lover dig into the meat of his chest. His golden eyes were narrowed in focus, sharp canine sticking out over his bottom lip as he bit it. A single bead of red grew and spilled over his lip and down his chin to his throat, soaking the fur and skin and joining the growing red spot of his chest. Speckles of blood sprayed onto your robes, but you didn't even register it as you watched Sun Wukong.

The slick sound of muscle being cut into jolted you back to the present, and you whimpered in shock and concern. 

“Wh-what are you doing!? Wukong, stop-!” You cried, your hands reaching for his own, still tearing into himself and bleeding red, so much red everywhere, it was going to kill him-!

He grunted, his claws not leaving his chest no matter how hard you pulled at him. His eyes met yours, and the fierce determination staring back at you made you freeze again. 

“Its-Its already started-...Let me finish-” You choked, letting your claws fall away from his as a vague sense of horror settled into you. You didn't want this. You didn't want to see your mate so in pain, it didn't matter that your bond was so fresh and new. It hurt you to see him like this.

The pain didn't stop him however, Sun Wukong’s fingers digging deeper and deeper into himself. Just when you thought you couldn't stand it any longer, the urge to beg and plead for him to stop almost overflowing out of you like a tidal wave, you heard a sickening ‘shthrack!’ as his shoulders jerked hard. The force of the motion had the Monkey King folding over on himself, hands still buried in his chest. Your hands raised once more to touch him, grab him, do something, but ended up hovering uselessly over his trembling shoulders. 

“W-Wukong? My love, please, I can't stand this any longer-” He took a deep breath, his whole body going lax as he straightened before you again. 

In his hands, still trembling with aftershocks, was a stone.

Your eyes move to his chest where a cavernous opening now sits, hollow and still bleeding profusely. Sinews and nerves curve in a tangled mesh that used to hold the object he cups in his hands.

Your gaze goes further up to see his golden eyes, filled with pain but overshadowed by love and devotion that makes heat rise to your own cheeks. 

“If you carry it with you,” he begins, voice only holding a slight tremble, “then I can carry yours with me.” He turns his gaze to the surface of your pond, eyes watching your lotus flower heart as it sits serene on the still surface. Your eyes widen in realization, looking back at the object he currently holds.

Slick with blood, you could barely make out the deep stone grey color of the object itself. In shock and not thinking properly, you let him place it into your waiting hands. The weight of it surprises you, heavy and hard, it has the rough texture of stone itself. Hard jagged edges dig into your palms while deep grooves sit under your fingertips. Sun Wukong’s own bloody hands cup yours and help you hold its weight. You could drop it, but knowing what it is, the significance of this act, you think you would rather spend eternity in Laozi’s furnace than drop the bloody organ currently beating in your palms.

Sun Wukong - the Monkey King, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the Stone Monkey, the love of your life, has just made room in his very own chest to house and hold your own heart where it would be safe from everything. 

Has just placed his own literal heart in your hands.

It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

Tears gather in the corner of your eyes, slipping down your scaled cheeks. 

“Y-you…” Your voice fails you. Sun Wukong smiles, his cheeky grin that always makes your tummy flutter, but you can see in his eyes as doubt and self-consciousness creeps into his thoughts. 

“It's an option. I understand if it's too big of a decision right now, I shouldn't have-” He moves his hands back to his heart, about to pick it up, to take it away from you-

Your claws close around the beating stone and pull it close to your own chest before he can take it. You're panting, looking between his surprised expression and the precious gift you now hold. 

“I…I want it. I want it so bad Wukong.” You whisper. “I'll take good care of it. So good. It's so beautiful~” You bring it up to your muzzle, your long whiskers rising and gently stroking along his heart’s details, helping you memorize every crack and crevice and sharp edge. Uncaring of the blood still on it you press your lips to a smooth patch. It beats faster.

You press more gentle kisses to it, your eyes locking with those of your king. His gaze burns into you, liquid golden fire watching your every move, every press of your soft lips to the most vulnerable part of him. His breathing quickens, his throat bobs as he swallows, his cheeks turn warm and pink. You feel his tail circle around your waist and trail down to tangle with your own.

“I…I know you will.” He rumbles, voice thick and raspy. His hands cup yours again, and you let them push your own hands towards your chest. Blood stains your hanfu, but you simply push the fabric out of the way, unravelling it from your torso to reveal your chest. Your breasts rise and fall at a rapid pace with your breathing, the smell of blood and your mate filling your nose and overwhelming your senses. Wukong’s eyes widen at the sight of your bare chest, and that sharp smell from days before comes back.

The smell of musk, burning metal and wood, sharp and addicting.

You blush at his obvious attraction to your body, shyly meeting his eyes as you hold his heart close to your own empty chest. You give him a single nod, sharp and confident, and he nods back. He begins muttering phrases in a language you’re not familiar with, and the heart in your claws begins to glow. You watch as it presses against the scales of your body, leaving your hands and slowly…merging with you.

Within moments it’s gone, and a sudden weight you haven’t felt since you were a hatchling settles inside you. You gasp, claws gripping your chest with shock as you feel the ‘thum-thump’ of a heart inside you once more.

Wukong’s heart. 

It’s so warm…so solid and real where it beats frantically behind your breast. You shudder, eyes fluttering closed as you bask in the feeling.

When you open them again, Wukong is staring at you, his shoulders rising and falling with the force of his breaths. The opening in his own chest doesn’t seem to phase him, his pupils are dilating and contracting as he watches you with heated focus. You want to kiss him again, but the hole in his chest bothers you, despite his lack of concern.

You stand, wobbling slightly at the added weight to your top. Your lover moves as if to catch you, but you wave him off. The heavy weight of his heart feels incredible as you step into your pond. With a delicate claw motion, you pull your heart from the center of the pond to you, the petals wide and welcoming, blooming with love for the demon behind you. When it comes to your feet, you bend and scoop it up, carefully snapping the long stem, uncaring of the twinge you feel in response. The cutting will reroot in its new home.

You turn and settle back down next to Wukong, holding the flower out for him to take. The monkey’s hands cradle the bloom just as reverently as you did his heart, and your hands move to cup the backs of his as he brings it to his chest. As he moves he recites the same mantra from before, and your heart starts to glow the same way his did. A tingling shoots down your spine at the sensation, and you feel hyper aware of everything around you.

You both place the bloom into his chest cavity, blood soaking your claws but not the glowing flower. The cut stem immediately grows and lengthens into a root system and you watch as those roots connect with the sinews and nerves lining Wukong’s chest cavity. His body tenses, eyes wide as it settles inside him. The petals fold and bend into place as his body heals rapidly, roots twisting and winding through the muscle surrounding it. The last thing you see is the petals collectively beating before his chest fully heals and swallows your heart whole.

You can still feel it. 

It’s warm and healthy and safe, tying itself to Wukong permanently. You are suddenly aware of more than just yourself. You can feel your lover, the immense strength at rest in his smaller form, the vitality and determination that make up his spirit. You can feel the beat of his heart, his sturdy breath, the boundless energy inside him ready to be unleashed. Looking at him, you know he feels the same for you as well. The quiet sturdiness of your resolve, the calming and gentle care that makes up your spirit. 

Your claws let the other’s go, moving to wrap around each other in a desperate embrace. Kisses are shared and taken, your whiskers wrapping tight around different parts of his form and his teeth nipping at your lips and jawline. 

“Thank you, thank you, I love you-” Is a mantra you can’t stop repeating, desperate to thank him for the freedom he’s granted you on this night. It’s not even just freedom to finally leave, it’s everything else he’s given you. Sun Wukong is your mate now, officially and for eternity. You have no plans to let him go.

“I love you too, so much. Thank you for accepting it, for accepting me-” Is his response to your words, his claws clutching at you just as desperately. You can feel it inside you, his fiery, steadfast resolve to stay by your side, to not ever let you go.

Neither of you gets much sleep that night.

~~~~~~~

When dawn breaks, the creeping sunlight is shielded from you by the dense thicket of trees you and your mate hid away in. Your long, serpentine form is coiled tightly around the monkey, his head hidden in the cushion of your breasts and tummy. Bite marks litter you both, standing out more starkly on your white scales, most of the ones you left on him covered by thick russet fur.

When your eyes peak open, the first instinct you have is to reach to your chest where Wukong’s head lay, feeling under your scales for the steady beat of his heart against your ribs. It soothes you, and you relax back into the grass surrounding your bodies. Wukong twitches in your hold, tiny snores leaving him as he nuzzles further into your warmth. You shift, ever so slightly, to get a better look at him.

One clawed hand cups his soft cheek, rubbing the spot under his eye as you watch him. Said eye peaks open in response, gold glinting in the shade of the early morning.

“Good morning…” You whisper. Wukong shifts, stretching his arms around your coils and yawing wide. The sight of his sharp teeth has excitement stirring in your belly once more. You know very intimately how sharp those teeth are, how gentle they can be…

“Hmm…morning…” He mumbles in return, rolling his neck until a satisfying ‘crack’ could be heard. You giggle as he stands and does a full body stretch, his fur matted and flat in some areas from sleep. Your eyes roam down the length of his body, on full nude display in the light.

“Something you like my flower?” He purrs at you over his shoulder, completely confident.

“Oh yes,” you start, “It’s a lovely sunrise. If only there wasn’t a monkey blocking the view.” you tease. He gives you a playful growl in response, turning to face you with a dramatic swish of his tail. Your bravado leaves you quickly at that, the sight of his soft cock surrounded by fur stained from the night before too much for you. He laughs at your rising blush.

“Cheeky dragon, losing your nerve, hmm?” He kneels back down next to you and presses a quick, casual kiss to your lips. You give a pleased hum, your embarrassment fading at his touch. When he pulls back, you sigh.

“We should probably get ready.” He groans in response to your words, but does help you stand on your own feet. 

“Yes, yes, you’re right. We’ve spent too much time camped here.” He lets you lead the way to your pond for the two of you to clean up, but you suspect his reasoning is so he can watch your knees tremble with every step you take. The smug grin on his face confirms your thoughts.

By the time the two of you are cleaned and ready for the day, the others of your group have woken up. They greet Wukong with smiles and teasing remarks, everyone but the monk able to smell the evidence of your night together. Despite your blushing, Wujing helps you gather from the different herbs growing around your pond as Bajie collects water in gourds for the journey ahead. Wukong helps Sanzang load some of the camp supplies onto Bai Long Ma’s back and pack everything else up for Wujing to carry.

“I am glad you have found someone who makes you happy, my student.” The monk says. Wukong freezes, uncertain.

“...Thank you Master.” He says. The monk reaches a hand out, but hesitates. Wukong stares, before finally caving in. He leans forward, letting Snazang’s hand rest on his fluffy head and ruffle his fur. The monk smiles, patting him gently before pulling away.

Feeling oddly vulnerable, Wukong turns and walks towards the pond, where you’re finishing up wrapping all the herbs and berries Wujing helped you harvest.

“Everything ready over here?” Wujing nods, standing and adding the refilled bags of supplies to the stuff he normally carries on his back. The others gather in the treeline, ready and waiting to go.

Wukong steps up behind your still form, his arms wrapping tight around your waist. 

“Are you ready?” He asks.

You stare out over the still water, taking in the view. This has been your home for decades now, centuries even. It’s safe water is all you’ve known for your adult life. The flowers and plants along the shoreline, the small stone shrine at the edge of the shore shaded by a growing tree. The waterfall you would play and dance under, the many many memories attached to each spot.

You look to the surface of the pond, and the sight of your flower missing still feels alien and strange. You can feel it beating in Wukong’s chest. You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the familiar smells and releasing them with a sigh.

“Yes.”

You turn and walk away, hand in hand with your love.

~~~~~~~

And that's that! I do have ideas that I’d like to add to this story in the future, but I’m still figuring them out and the details around them, so for now this is a one off. I do have an idea for an alternative storyline that's more angsty and ties into the lore of Black Myth Wukong, and I'd like to get that out eventually too! Hope y’all enjoyed ♥♥♥

[another-lost-mc]

Imagine Vampire!Barbatos tho....

Who else would be his perfect doll master but you? He will cook for you, brush and stylish your lovely hair, dress you up. Treat you like a princess 80% of the time, the other 20% he's feeding from you and letting his dark side take over.

Vampire!BARBATOS x gn!Reader, 1.2k words, nsfw.

Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour, possessiveness/jealousy, pet names, spicy towards the end—it's not really dubcon but it might come off that way.

more from the vampire!au

You feel his eyes on you as soon as you step into the ballroom of Diavolo’s castle. These fancy events always make you feel nervous and out of place. You usually spend the night together before these events so he can help you prepare, but last night you stayed at the House of Lamentation instead as his duties to Diavolo kept him busy.

His bedroom (and yours) are filled with the exquisite clothing he’s bought you, and he sent you instructions earlier with which clothing he wanted you to wear for him tonight. You bathed with the products he gave you too—he claims that the custom recipe he has made for you enhances your natural scent.

(He enjoys bathing you personally so he can massage you with his firm hands while he teases you with gentle touches, a playful reminder of how he'll reward you later if you behave.)

Every accessory you own—the collection of chokers, necklaces, bracelets, and chains he's bought for you—are made with the finest metals and jewels. Your outfits usually compliment your complexion and your eyes; your accessories are a reflection of him instead. The choker around your neck tonight is black and silver and adorned with tiny gemstones the same colour as the tips of his hair.

As you walk around the perimeter of the ballroom, you feel his warm, affectionate gaze linger on you from wherever he's hiding just out of sight. He weaves through the crowd seamlessly at these events, as the demon prince's silent shadow should, but you’ve yet to catch a glimpse of him.

One of the brothers tugs on your wrist and leads you towards the center of the room. Diavolo approaches you suddenly, and Barbatos follows silently behind him.

“You look radiant this evening,” Diavolo says, his voice laced with fondness for you. He respects his friend and your relationship and doesn’t dare touch you. “Don't you agree, Barbatos?”

You’re not sure anyone else notices the flicker of annoyance that hardens your lover’s expression before it's gone. Even you're not sure if you truly saw it when he nods and smiles at you.

“Quite lovely indeed,” he murmurs, but something about his sickeningly sweet tone sets you on edge. The tingling sensation of being watched follows you as you're dragged by your friends onto the dancefloor.

It's barely twenty minutes later that you finally break away from the party and mingle on the outskirts of the room with a cool drink in your hand. There's a sudden feeling of another body radiating heat against your back, and gloved fingers reach around you and gently pull your drink away. He sets it on a table nearby and touches your waist.

"Would you mind accompanying me to the kitchen? I have a small task to complete and would like the privilege of your company.” He’s always so formal to keep up appearances, but you suspect there’s some hidden meaning in his words you haven’t deciphered yet.

(There always is).

He offers you his arm and you leave the party together. His shoulders are stiff with tension as he leads you away from the ballroom, but despite his odd demeanor you're still grateful to spend time alone with him.

The rest of the castle is empty except for the servants carrying out various chores. When you arrive at the kitchen doors, he gestures for you to enter first. There’s a flurry of activity inside as the Little Ds pick up their trays of Demonus and make a quick escape through the servant’s entrance on the opposite side of the room.

You smile and wave at them as they leave, but the door shuts behind you and the lock clicking into place makes you freeze.

“You look exceptional this evening,” Barbatos breathes next to your ear. His gloved fingers caress your cheek and slowly run up and down the curve of your neck. “It's enough to drive me mad,” he confesses, lips brushing your skin just above the choker. He unfastens the clasp and slides the delicate item into his pocket for later.

He kisses the lingering puncture marks he made two nights ago—the skin is bruised and the puncture wounds are still not fully healed. He prefers that you don't use magic or potions to speed up the healing process, so you don't.

(He'd never deny you if you were in true pain or discomfort, but he would prefer to care for you himself than ask you to drink whatever flimsy potion one of your friends might try to feed you.)

“I get the sense that something’s bothering you,” you admit quietly, and he hums. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask nervously, but when you try to look at him, he holds your chin to keep you still.

"A simple problem requires a simple solution," he mutters to himself. "All I could smell was them on you,” he clarifies for your benefit, and it’s the only warning you have before you’re pushed forward against one of the stainless steel counters. Deft fingers tug at your waist and unbutton the burdensome clothing that gets in his way of touching you. You gasp when cool air hits your bare skin.

No matter what bath products he buys you, it’s not enough to completely wash away the scent of the others you live with. The clothes that hang in your closet don’t smell like him, not like the ones in his castle bedroom do.

The possessive beast inside him seethes with rage others that see you and crave you like he does might think you’re not claimed. You taunted the beast inside him when you walked into that ballroom smelling like so many others but not him.

Even if you weren't wearing the choker around your neck, those healing bites alone aren’t enough to deter those that might try to take you for themselves. You’re his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure everyone knows that—including you.

“What—what about the party?” you whimpered, overwhelmed by his body smothering yours and the pleasure of his hand exploring between your legs.

He's barely started and you can already smell the musky scent from between your thighs. The evidence he'll leave inside you when he's finished will drip down your legs and paint your skin; you have no doubt the stains will soak through the thin fabric of your pants for the others to see.

His fangs tease the sensitive skin of your neck, lingering higher than his other marks, too high for your choker to hide from view. Slick fingers tease at your entrance and you gasp as one slips inside.

“Everyone will know—“ you stammer, one final plea to remind him that perhaps this isn't a good idea, but his quiet, condescending chuckle interrupts you.

“Precisely, my dear,” he purrs, biting into your neck and groaning as the first pulse of blood coats his tongue. A hand encased in soft leather covers your mouth and muffles your cry as he buries himself inside you with a sharp snap of his hips.

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[theemporium]

Hey baby

Smutty sub sirius x reader where reader is body worshiping him? Only if you're comfortable tho xx

thank you for requesting!🖤

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Sirius Black was no stranger to the odd hookup or one night stand but you were the first person he met that he wanted something more from.

It was a new experience for him but you as well: the dates and the courting and the weeks of dancing around your feelings until either one of you decided to grow the balls and admit how you felt. It was new and it was fresh, but it was the best thing that had ever happened to either of you. 

There were so many aspects of a relationship that Sirius never considered he would ever want: the constant physical touch, the shared banter that made you laugh until your stomach hurt, the constant reassurance that there was someone who wanted you. 

But there was other things that had never crossed his mind, things he didn’t ever think he would be comfortable with until it came to you. 

“Keep your hands on the headboard, baby, just like I asked.” 

His whole body felt like he was on fire and his brain felt fuzzy and all he really wanted was to just touch you. He wanted to touch you and feel you and make you feel half as good as you had been making him feel for the last hour but instead his hands were tied to the headboard of his bed, his clothes abandoned on the floor and his incredibly sexy girlfriend straddling him in pieces of lacy fabric that made his head spin. 

“My boy is so pretty,” you cooed, your tits almost spilling out of your bra as you leaned down to press soft kisses along his jaw. The boy whined beneath you, his lips puckered for a kiss but you didn’t bite the bait. “Just wanna keep you like this forever.”

“Baby, please,” he moaned, his eyes falling shut when your hips rolled against his. 

“What do you want?” you asked, your eyes darkening as you began to kiss down his neck and chest. “Tell me what you want.” 

“You,” he rasped, the words becoming a little choked when your hand wrapped around his cock, red and leaking and desperate for your attention.

“Me? You’ve got me,” you cooed, your hooded eyes falling to his cock as your hand slowly began to stroke him. Up and down, watching the way his tip leaked small beads of precum that you rubbed along his head. 

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as his hips bucked against your hand. “Please, please, please—”

“My pretty boy wanna come?” you asked, soft kisses placed along the length of his dick as you continued to stroke him at a slow tempo. 

“Please, love, please,” he whimpered, his legs shaking slightly as he tried to fuck up into your hand but his misery was quickly ended when you began to speed up. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off him, the way his abs clenched and his chest heaved with quick pants and the way his nails dug into the wood of the headboard. He was just such a sight to see and it was an image you wanted to keep forever—the sight of Sirius Black coming undone. 

The second your free hand leaned over to cup his balls, he was done for as he came in quick, short spurts all over his chest. He couldn’t even speak a coherent sentence as he moaned and whined for you, his body shaking with relief as his orgasm washed over him. 

He didn’t even have time to catch his breath before you were crawling over him. 

He lifted his head to look at you, his cheeks burning at the sight before he noted the way you leaned down to lick between the ridges of his abs where his come had landed. Sirius groaned, a noise of pure, raw pleasure. 

His breathing picked up and his cock was hard once again as he watched you lick the come off his stomach and chest until your lips were inches away from his. And then you leaned down to kiss him, slow and messy and the taste of himself on your tongue and Sirius could only moan in delight. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he breathed out, his voice a little whiny when your hips rocked back against his cock.

You only grinned in response. “I love you too, pretty boy.”

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[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 168 spoilers and thoughts that IM NOT LATE WITH FOR ONCE! KIND OF! YAY! and more below the cut

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OKAY. OKAY CAN WE TALK ABOUT THESE TWO PANELS WITH LLOYD AND JAVIER REALLY REALLY QUICK. i would save this for the end of the post since its closer to the end but im super impatient okay what else can i say. LOOK AT THE WAY JAVIER IS LOOKING AT HIM

HE IS LOOKING AT HIM SO DAMN FONDLY. WHAT THE FUCK. THERE IS WARMTH IN THAT GAZE I SWEAR TO GOD IM NOT CRAZY. "you're such a terrible person" AND HES LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. crazy. CRAZY.

the adaptor knew what they were doing . i swear it . like "yeah thats MY evil boyf. he's back to being evil and lively and his perfect bastard self." I SWEAR IT I SWEAR IM NOT CRAZY

this is proof of llovier. im so serious dont even joke lads

back to the top!

not much to say here lloyds expression is just so real sobs yeah . yeah,,, older gens having goofy ass back and forths over things that really arent the main issue here is universal

like i dont quite remember what season theyre in now but its past winter by this point and based on the two panels showing the time of day they had to have been arguing about this for AT LEAST FOUR HOURS 😭 LIKE WHAT THE FUCK (idk how accurate that estimate is im notoriously bad at time but still. a long fucking time) these BUFFOONS

also lloyd being dramatic as hell is so fucking silly HAHAHAHAHHAA

AND THEN THE LORDS FUCKING STARING AT HIM WHEN HE BRINGS UP THAT HE HAS AN IDEA. HELPPP all eyes on lloyd now !!! what brilliant idea do u have next thats absolutely totally not secured through lowkey social engineering!

so so SO happy w how confident he looks here heehee :3 whats with the pose tho lol is that a reference? maybe?

anyway they plan to make a train thru the pantara mountains? vantara? pan,,, idk what the correct translation is ive seen vantara and pantara

also lloyd just knowing exactly how to talk to those old ass political lords and understanding how to string them along idk what it is but i really really like that, it makes sense to me personally

i figure that thats probably something suho just Had to pay attention to back in korea, idk how korean politics works exactly but i imagine the principle of "person in charge can make or break a lot of things" still stands

so like it'd make sense that he pays attention to whoevers in charge of the finance stuff, which political figures care about money, and where that money goes, bc if they fuck with the funds for education thatll directly screw him over. idk if korea has financial aid but whatever equivalent that is that allows suho to get scholarships n stuff so he can stay afloat, if someone comes into power that will negatively affect his odds of getting that funding, he'll need to know and prepare! though maybe this is reaching a little too deep it might not be That Serious lmfao

again i really like how many of these confident / plotting expressions have been showing up IM SOO SO SO HAPPYYYY my schemer my little scheming guy he's BACK HES BACK

the two of them also look really really nice here in these two panels for some reason. i think im going crazy. i dont know why i like these panels its just. !??!?!?!?!??! like javiers hair is completely messy but idk i just ?!?!?!?!? im completely aro so its not like an attraction or anything but idk!?!??!?!?!

finally our first look at the overworld demons!!! these two kiddos seem super cute i really hope they dont . misunderstand or anything and that lloyd and javier can have some fun and heartwarming moments with them,,,, more sillies and soft fluff please!!!!! thats all i ask!!!!

okay that's all! not much to say this episode is just really really cozy to me. ok well as cozy as "lloyd frontera making evil expressions" can get LMFAO it feels like build up into the next section and im really excited to see what he's gonna do with this train idea and with the overworld demons...!!!!!

there was a notice at the end of the ep that the artist is taking a small break for their health so no ep next week, but there'll be one the week after i believe. we must be patient!!! rest well artist!!!!

that's it ill see yall in. two weeks? ill probably have some other yap post for the hiatus week idk, it depends on how my schoolwork goes. see yall then!!!!

[pupmkincake2000]

So, I finished watching Arcane. I watched both seasons twice to be sure of my conclusions. I am not writing this to have a discussion, argue with someone or spread hatred towards certain characters. Basically, I am just expressing my opinion while the impressions are still fresh.

First of all. I think the series has not enough episodes, but not because I liked everything so much and want more, but because there was simply not enough time for the world exploration and the characters. I would add at least five episodes to each season to make things better.

I felt like the events were moving too fast, especially in s2. I can only praise the graphics, they are truly magnificent, also the action is divine, the dynamics, the movements, the special effects, the character desig... all of this is top notch.

But I have a lot of complaints about the rest.

Let's start with Vander and Silco.

Yes, I ship them. No, I don't think Vander is an abuser and a traitor, if you think otherwise, well, our opinions differ here. Vander is the best man of the show, you cannot convince me otherwise and he is probably the only man who I would have married in real life.

Vander is my sunshine, I love him and respect him, no matter what anyone says. And I sincerely wish for more characters like him in leading roles.

I really wanted more of their interactions. At least two more episodes to show their past, maybe their acquaintance and to expand on that scene in the river, which gave people a very strange opinion about their relationship.

Do I think Silco is good? No, he is selfish, he did a lot of shit and tried to kill the daughters of a woman who was his friend, he raised one of them to be a complete psychopath, lied to her… but in his own way he loved her. However, he still did a lot of shit. Do I hate him? No, I still ship him with Vander, but I don't think Silco's a good person. Do I think he's redimable? Maybe, but I hate when people use his past to redeam him, redemption is something you do now, past only explains how you became what you became.

Jinx. Despite everyone's love for her, I think she deserved everything she got. But I "admire" how the fandom is protective of her. A rough childhood in the past does not justify her behavior in the present. You may think otherwise, you may like her, but I do not, although I think she is a very bright and memorable character, but as a person, as a human being she clearly sucks. The part with Isha just popped out of nowhere and seems far-fetched.

Ekko. Ma boy! I love him, but there is a "BUT". Basically, Ekko is the one who started this whole mess. He was the one who gave Vi a tip about Jace's apartment, and basically, he is indirectly to blame for Vi's death in that AU and in our universe he is to blame for Silco tracking down Vander. That's all. But do I blame him? No.

Ekko and Jinx… well, I liked their dynamic and chemistry in the alternate universe. But I think they probably wouldn't have a future in the original one.

Vi and Caitlyn. Well… they just are. I find it hard to believe that two girls from literally different worlds could fall in love within only two days. Of course, I do not think that such romances aren't possible, sometimes you see two characters and that just becames so obvious for you, but I personally didn't have that feeling with these two. Again, I didn't have enough of their dynamic together. And also I can't be mad at Caitlyn for switching to Maddie. It did feel odd, tho. But she and Vi.. there was just one quick kiss between them, no love words, they didn't even have time to develop their feelings into a relationship. And then there was a sex scene. I don't hate this ship, it's bright and dynamic, but something was lacking between them for sure.

Jayce (whom I like the most in season 2) and Victor ship. This one is complicated. Let's start with the fact that I understand why people ship them. But… they didn't feel as a potential ship to me at all. Probably because I've seen enough of such ships and they don't surprise me at all. This is a ship of two friends, that's a common thing in fandoms. Two conventionally attractive guys, one of whom is built like a god. I like their dynamics individually, or as friends, but I will never argue with anyone that ships them, I will never say the ship has no right to exist or that they are "brothers" because someone said so. I don't care about them as a ship, but I see that people are inspired by it, and I don't see anything wrong with people considering them soulmates and lovers and I sincerely don't understand the hate towards the boys. I think it was obvious from the very first moment that peopple would ship them.

However, I will still add a fly in the ointment: I did not like Jayce's speech at the end of the series about Victor being perfect even with his imperfections he had…I just… Dude, are you serious? This imperfection is literally killing your friend and if what happened hadn't happened, he would have already died. His imperfection was causing him hellish pain, it is not even about the looks, bad habits like alcoholism and smoking, it's not even about physical limitations… it's about dying, for gods sake! So are you for real?

Maybe everyone sees this moment in their own way, but it was cringy for me to hear it, despite the beauty of the scene.

Vi and Jayce. I really liked their dynamic together, I would probably ship them, but alas. However, I liked their conversations, how they work together, I would like more moments with them, they would make great friends.

That's it, probably.

I'm glad that Mel will be in Nexus. And I also don't understand the hatred towards her, although I also don't think she and Jayce are a good couple, they should have remained just friends and colleagues.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

The way you look at her.

-Hyunjin

Warning: Fluff, angst, crying

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Summary: Hyunjin introduces you to his girlfriend…Does he know you have feelings for him?

!Kinda proofread!

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It was a tradition in our friend group to meet up every Friday evening to have dinner and watch a movie.

It always was and always will be as long as we were together.

"Dinners ready!" Leeknow will normally call after a long day in the kitchen or "the foods here!" Chan’s voice will fill the house calling everyone in the living room after ordering take out if Leeknow didn't feel like cooking or didn't have time. Felix will normally pick out the movie since he was the sunshine of the group no one would argue with him or even try. I.N and Seungmin will set up the living room with blankets. Changbin and Han will normally set up the projector and set up the film. Lastly me and Hyunjin will work on the snacks. We always work on the snacks.

That's how our dynamics work in the house. How it's always worked but today felt odd. It felt different. It felt dark.

Mad I’m packing up to leave work, I take a look at my watch and it reads 5:05 pm.

The weather outside was cloudy and rain seemed to threaten to fall.

A sigh escapes my lips as i leave the building that I hate with everything in me. My work office.

Today wasn't busy but I still hated it. The grey walls, nasty coffee, yelling phone calls and my banging headache from all the fumes that lingered in the air. Who wouldn't want to work at such an amazing place? Please realize the sarcasm.

My day was gloomy no doubt but the text that lit up my screen is what made my stomach turn. Well in a good way Ofcourse. A text from Hyunjin. My Hyunjin.

Hey princessa! Start the snacks without me today. I'm going to be late ;)

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and shoot him a quick "okay" back but couldn't help but wonder why he was going to be late?

Hyunjin was never late. He knows how much I enjoy making snacks with him. He knows how much a cherished that time.

Maybe he had practice or something? Maybe I'm overthinking it. My thought process was interrupted my the door swinging wide open. I hadn't realized that I had gotten to the dorms already. I quickly put on a smile as I see Felix's wide smile as he squeals.

"Y/n's Here!" He jumps into my arms. Squeezing me in excitement.

"I missed you! How are you? How was work?" He bombards me with the normal questions he normally asks while helping me put my overnight bag down and jacket away. "Did Stacy from the office finally get with Jermey?" He gasps.

I let out a chuckle before answering all his questions, "I'm good Felix and work was tiring and no Stacy didn't but that’s tea for later!" He gasps even more.

"Okay okay Felix you're going to make her die with all your questions. Let her give some of us the attention." Chan says faking a pout and pulls me into a hug. "Hey kiddo, how are you?"

"I'm good Channie, how are you? Album almost done?"

"I wish, still needs more touches." He shrugs as we make our way into the living room. “How’s work tho? Have you found a new job yet?”

“No Channie, it’s really hard.” The work depression washes over me.

“Hey, don’t forget my offer. If you don’t find any other company that’ll take you, I’ll talk to our managers-“

“I know Channie, I just want to feel independent. You always take care of me!”

He lets out a laugh at my little tantrum causing me to roll my eyes. The conversation it interrupted by really loud Han’s voice.

"Y/nie!" Han gets up from the ground and hugs me

"Hey quokka!" I greet the boy who looked terribly confused like he always does when setting up the projector.

“The projector giving you a hard time?”

“No Changbin is” he whispers in my ears before rolling his eyes.

I take in the room and see that they were indeed working on the projector. The rest of the living room messy with either socks around or shirts from when the boys just take ‘em off whenever they want too.

"Hey Bin!!"

"Y/n not right now I'm focused! I'm in my zone!" He says with so much attitude making me burst out in laughter.

"Okay when your ready to greet me I'll be in the kitchen,”

"Yeah yeah...Han! Pass me that peace!" He says not bothered by my presence.

"Okay okay" Han mouths a 'help me' and I giggle at his flustraed look.

I leave them to do their thing and go to the kitchen where leeknow is cooking.

The scent of delicious food attacks my nose causing me to let out a moan and my tummy grumble.

"Leeknow!" I head behind the counter to great my hyung.

"Y/n!"

"I missed you! How was your week?" I give him a fist bump. He was currently cooking and was not in a position for a hug or hand shake.

"Same old same old, my body aches from practice." He shrugs as he seasons the chicken.

"Do you know whether or not I should make some crab or not?" He asks me.

"You should." I poke out my tongue before Chan walks into the room.

I look at the messy table and pick out and olive which causes leeknow to smack my hand and scold me.

"Ow." I pout.

"Leeknow don't forget that Hyun is bringing his girl today."

My body freezes. My head snaps in Chan's direction as a try to digest what he just said.

"H-his girl?" I ask him. The air in me being knocked out.

"Yeah apparently there's this girl he wants us to meet." Chan shrugs as his look at some papers on the dining table.

“O-okay,”

My head starts to spin. How could Hyunjin have a girl? Was she prettier than me? Was she blonde? Did she have blue eyes? Was she a foreigner like me?

So many questions run through my head. Tears threatening to fall from my eyes but the boys didn't seem to notice. Thank God.

I’ve had a crush on Hyunjin ever since I moved to Korea. Being a foreigner I thought he wouldn't like me at all. I still think that but the thought of him with another woman made me sick. It was bound to happen sooner or later but I was hoping later. Me and Hyunjin are like peanut butter and jelly or ketchup and fries. We went well together. If you saw Hyunjin you saw Y/n, if you saw Y/n you saw Hyunjin.

What hurt the most was the fact that he didn't tell me about this girl. He didn't have too but why didn't he? Wasn't it obvious that I liked him?

"Yah! Now great! I need more crabs and meat." Leeknows loud voice rings through my ear and I snap out of my trance looking up at him. "I.N!" He calls for the young maknae who is quick to come into the kitchen.

"Yes hyung. Im here- oh hi Y/n! I didn't see you come in!" He changes his direction and walks to me pulling me in his arms.

My chest is pumping at a high rate now and I swear I thought he could hear it.

"I.N! I need you to go to the store please!" He asks like a little kitten which makes I.N smile.

"Okay hyung what do you need?"

"Just these and make sure you bring the fresh kind."

"Oh more crabs?! What's the occasion today?" He asks scratching the back of his head worried that maybe he forgot something.

"Hyunjin's bringing over his girlfriend."

Great.

"Oh I thought Y/n was Hyunjin's girlfriend?" He teases.

"Me too but I geuss not." Leeknow shrugs and continues his cooking shenanigans.

"Ugh! You guys are so annoying." I play it off trying not to have a whole mental breakdown infront of them. I.N nudges me and I nudge him back cause both of us to push each other back and forth.

"Yah!! I.N no time to talk go to the store please." Leeknow scolds us.

"Y/n, come with me?" He asks me while tugging on my sleeves.

"Fine," I say needing a distraction.

With that we left the house walking down the street to the small shop. The walk being quiet.

"I know you're hurt, you can talk to me." I hear him say.

"I'm not oppa. I'm really not." He holds my hand to stop us from walking and he looks down into my eyes making me shift uncomfortably. Making me want to break down in his arms.

"Baby girl I've known you for 3 years, I know when your sad, when your angry, when your happy, when your anxious and when you’re hurt. So don't lie to me."

My heart slows down as a tear slowly slides down my cheek. He looks at me at frowns.

"Oppa." I softly call him.

"Hey hey, it's okay let it out." And I did. I cried as he pulled me into his arms. I knew today was going to be a bad day. I knew it.

"Why? Why does he have to do this to me I.N? He calls me his wife, he takes me to these different restaurants and he treats me like his girlfriend. I-I thought that maybe there was a chance- ugh I'm so stupid! I knew he wouldn't want to date a foreigner! I fucking knew it-"

"Y/nie! No no no don't you say that. Hyunjin is the stupid one for not seeing he has and amazing girl right infront of him. If he can't see it, it's his loss Y/n. Never let a man, no matter what man, make you feel small because of their stupid actions. You're a queen. A beautiful strong girl. You deserve everything."

He wiped my tears and calls me down by rubbing my back.

“And the boys and I don’t see you as a foreigner Y/n I thought we discussed this. When we look at you we don’t see ‘Y/n the foreigner’ we see our bestfriend and that’s all,” his frown turns in a small smile.

"T-thank you." I hiccup making him to chuckle.

"You look so cute." He says probably looking at my red face. He pulls out his phone and takes a picture of me causing me to blush.

"Come on now, let's get some ice cream and deliver these goods to leeknow before he cooks us."

"O-okay." I smile and he intertwines our fingers as we walked to the store buying all the things leeknow needed and then buying ourselves some ice cream.

"You know the other day I dyed a blue spot on dori," he says in the middle of our conversation.

I burst out laughing, so hard tears start running down my cheeks.

"W-what?! How?! How does that happen?!"

"I was dying my hair and dori was in the bathroom and I thought. 'I wonder if this will work on her' then I did it. Hyung was pissed. I had to hide from him for a whole week. Not eating his food because I didn't know if it was poisoned or not."

Now I was struggling for air as I look at I.N's traumatized look.

"You're so stupid for that Jeo, he could have chocked you in your sleep! You know once I poured water on Chan's laptop." I.N gasps in horror making me almost piss myself.

"I thought I was going to heaven that day and he kept saying 'if this doesn't turn on you better find a new family or a new home' and I got on my knees and prayed to all the Gods. Luckily it turned on."

“Is that why you’re not allowed in his home studio?” He asks eyes wide opened.

“Yeah but sometimes I sneak in there to listen to tracks.” The conversation was so good that I hadn't realized we were back at the house.

"You played with your life that day cause Chan would have hanged you, killed you, murdered you and still take you out your casket and find a way to kill you again." He laughs and wipes the icecream off my face.

We stand in the corridor hand in hand and I give him a smile.

"Thank you for making me feel better I.N," I tell him. He leans down and kisses my forehead.

"Anything for my baby sister, now let's go start on those snacks shall we?" I nod and remove my shoes.

The wooden floors sending a shiver up my spine.

"Y/n! Where have you been? I wanted to say hi but couldn't find you anywhere!" Seungmin exclaims getting up from the couch.

"We went to the store silly!" He hugs me and we have a little catch up in the living room before I.N drags me to the kitchen where Leeknow stands in the same position with a knife in his hand.

"There you guys are! I thought you both got kidnapped." Leeknow says taking the stuff out our hands.

“Told you not to send both the youngest kids to the store alone! But you wouldn’t listen,” Chan glanced at us then back to his papers while shaking his head.

"Well you're welcome!" We both exclaim at the same time making leeknow side eye us and continue his work.

"Now go! I'm almost setting the table." He shoos us out of the 'his' kitchen and we make our way to the rest of the boys. I sat on the couch in between Changbin, who finally gives me a hug, and Han, who is so Baby girl he automatically puts his legs on mine and cuddles by my side.

“Let’s play!” Felix shouts out and puts the game onto the table. Everyone was chatting and drinking their beers and we all quiet down when we hear the front door open and close.

We hear voices coming towards our direction. Was it them?

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[ryemackerel]

Dude my whole life depends on genderfluid Matt, I LOVE GENDERFLUID MATT. Shes such an icon please I need more of her THANKS FOR DRAWING OUR DIVA AS GENDERFLUID. I LOVE IT. AND YOU DRAW MATT SO PERFECTLY! LIKE ITS SUITS HER SM. IM NOT JOKING

IM NORMAL ABOUT THIS HC THO I SWEAR.. did i say i love genderfluid Matt?

FUCK YEAAAHHH AUAGWH GENDERFLUID MATT TRUTHERS LETS GOOO Thank you so much for the message dude, I really appreciate that <3 WE LOVE GENDERFLUID MATT IN THIS HOUSEHOLD

At first when I started getting into Eddsworld again, I struggled to come up with a definitive design for Matt, so I mainly experimented how he’d look in a bunch of different outfits, and I played around with how he’d present himself. I started off just presenting him masc, but over time, I started kinda embracing how differently he’d present, and he tends to fluctuate from fem, masc, to androgynous, and often somewhere in the middle. This idea started to develop in my art and even through the roleplays I do as him too!

I thought it would’ve been a really cool way to explore representing genderfluid characters and experiment writing characters with different backgrounds. And of course, since my experience is different, if I ever eff up the representation, feel free to always let me know guys HAGSHA I’m always open to tips for improving my writing and art. :-)

I like to think his experience with gender during high school took a while for him to fully feel comfortable with it. He never saw himself as strictly male. He’s comfortable being called he/him, but there were times where, yeah, that always fluctuated. Times in high school prom where he’d wear a suit, and whenever he’d see others wear dresses, he always wondered how he’d look in them, sometimes gender envy in a way. At one point when he was calling Edd, he even considered going by a different name.

Matt today still occasionally gets called “Coral”, since her hair color reminds the others of coral. :-] She uses Matt more, but whenever she hears Coral from time to time, she smiles a big BIG grin and gets really jumpy and excited.

Over time, Matt started experimenting with her gender expression. She tried on a dress that she borrowed from her mum one night.

Matt: “Hey, mum.”

Amelia: “Huh? What is it?”

Matt: “Can I borrow a dress real quick?”

Amelia: “…??? Are you going out or something, hun?”

Matt: “………………”

Amelia: “HAHA! I mean, sure, you can, but why? I thought you hated dresses.”

Matt: “It’s just gonna be for a few minutes.”

Amelia: “OKAYY! Well make sure you put it back in my closet!” (In her mind: “Well, that’s odd! Oh well!”)

And that’s where this drawing came to be!

Nothing but absolute euphoria.

Matt never really saw himself as entirely JUST a girl. He liked the idea of wearing feminine stuff, dresses and skirts, putting on makeup, and wearing nail polish, but he was also comfortable being a dude! Maybe growing out his hair to have it dyed and slightly curled would be nice, some hoop earrings, eyeliner, and a stubble. I am totally not foreshadowing.

Over time, past high school, into college, and afterwards to the present, Matt recognized there really wasn’t any boundary or restriction holding him back from how he wanted to dress up or present himself, and we get Matt today! Over time he grew even more comfortable presenting more fem, but absolutely fuckin loves looking masc or fem or ANYTHING EVERYWHERE IN BETWEEN! She basically doesn’t really mind at all what she’s called. Whenever people ask Matt what her gender is, he usually replies “Me? Oh, I’m Matt!”

She’s grown super passionate about fashion and makeup, and loves picking out outfits for her hubbies. I’d say out of all the crew, I draw Matt with the most different outfits all the time. I rarely really draw her with her hoodie LMFAOOO

Hope you enjoyed the little infodump though dude! It was initially just gonna be shorter but ANYTIME ANYONE TALKS ABOUT MATT I GET SO PASSIONATE OAUAGSHHSGAH! AGAIN!! Thank you so much for the message dude, much love <3

[littledollll]

Wishful thinking

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: this started as a smut and then I realized I kinda didn’t wanna write that. So have some light angst?

This is the last all written fic I have so y’all might have to wait extra long for the next one😭 I hope you enjoy tho!

Warnings: not much, a little angst, nudity (barely).

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As one of the many servants of Lucifer Morningstar, you have many jobs. They vary from day to day, unless of course Lucifer were to hand pick you for certain works. Which is precisely what started to happen.

You’d have to be stupid not to notice that Lucifer had chosen to have you around them at any and all times. Taking away the petty jobs another simple maid could handle and taking you as their personal assistant with any and all needs.

Lucifer was not a difficult person to work for, surprisingly enough. They were charming and cunning. Everything you did was somehow amusing to them, because you suppose that in their eyes you’re just an assistant, a little maid. There was a condescending air about them. But not because they think they are superior, simply because they are. And naturally that power radiates from their being.

“I have a request for you, my dear.” At your quick nod in confirmation and willingness, Lucifer continued. “I’m feeling particularly tense tonight, and was hoping you’d be willing to accompany me for the night.”

When Lucifer’s request reached your mind, your thought response was to be overly formal. You had a choice, yes. But this was for your lord, your master. It was rare to reject a request from them. You agreed, not out of duty, maybe out of curiosity. You didn’t quite understand what was so intimate about it that they specifically needed you for it.

Without even needing to voice it, Lucifer answered your question. “I will admit something, a little more vulnerable perhaps. But I’ve been itching for a bit of company. I think you’re well suited to provide just that.” Not a moment of a pause before, “And you’re a pretty little thing. I do enjoy having something nice to look at.”

There was really no arguing with that logic. It did feel flattering that Lucifer found you to be pretty.. you can’t deny the slight fluttering in your stomach at the thought of that. It felt like quite the compliment. “So would you indulge me this once, stay after your duties?”

You nodded at their words when you noticed you had been far too lost in your own thoughts, making Lucifer give you an amused smile. “I will do my absolute best, my lord.”

“…I wouldn’t mind it if you just called me Lucifer, for today.” Their voice was so soft. But not in the familiar way. Lucifer was almost always soft spoken after all. But there was something tender about their voice.

“Alright then.. Lucifer.” It felt odd in every way possible. But the smile that grazed their lips at it almost made it worth it. Surely you were damn good at your job if you managed to crack a genuine smile out of them. “What would you like us to do, then?”

There’s about a million things that come to mind when at the thought of keeping them company, so what did Lucifer mean by it? What did they want from you?

They looked at you, seeming unsure aswell. For the first time ever, you saw the lord of hell shrug their shoulders. Which doesn’t seem like a big deal but is such an oddly laid back, casual action from them, it made you hide a giggle with a smile, and Lucifer chuckled in response.

“Why are you the amused one now? I’m not sure I enjoy being on the receiving end of such a look.” “Ah, I think it’s good you learn how it feels then. Because, in case you were unaware that’s practically how you look at everyone. So very condescending.”

Lucifer looked as if they were analyzing for a second, making them look horribly serious compared to before and you were afraid you crossed a line. That is, until they spoke again. “Is that so? I suppose it’s part of my nature.”

“You did it again!” “You didn’t answer my question.” Oh, right. “It’s nothing- It just feels a little odd to see you being so casual..? I guess that’s the word for it.” Your words came out a bit mumbled as you moved around the room and actually did your job. They specified that it was after you completed your work, after all. So no slacking would be welcome.

“Is it jarring? To actually see me as just another person and not your lord, for once?” The genuine curiosity of their question caught your attention.

“I wouldn’t say I separate you as my lord and you as a being. But there’s something more laid back about you when you’re not actively trying to be the lord of hell… it feels like there’s a difference between Lucifer and the lord Morningstar.”

They merely hummed at your words. Keeping quiet for a moment. You felt theirs eyes on your every step but thought nothing of it.

“I feel as if there’s a difference too. You dropping the titles and professionalism makes you more… care free, maybe?” It made sense. You didn’t feel like you or your work were being reviewed, even if you were watched. “Maybe.”

As you walked towards them, Lucifer immediately stood. And the more personal part of your routine began. Lucifer would be stripped of their clothes with the utmost care as you assisted them with their wings, it was always the most complicated part.

Their signature and stunning red silk robe hung from the door of their luxurious bathroom. As you walked past it, Lucifer got into the already prepared and perfect bath.

They knew it was your job, but something about how you perfected every little detail for them made them think maybe you put in the extra effort for them.. on a more intimate level. But that was wishful thinking. And the lord of hell doesn’t have time for wishes.

The bath was sacred. A ritual of peace for them alone. So you shut the doors as you made your way out and finished the preparations throughout the rest of the bedroom.

The sheets were changed every night right before they slept, ensuring they’d be warm and fresh. Nothing but perfection for them. The pillows were fluffed, and everything was tidied into place and reviewed only by you. Lucifer trusted no other to do this.

You knew everything. You knew their room like you would your childhood home, their skin like the back of your hand, their habits and likes as if they were your own. Maybe that’s where their appreciation for you began. And then turned into something more. Something almost human. Was it weird to say they desired you? Not in the way they have desired any other. Not in any of the many sinful ways they can envision and you’d expect.

They desired a domestic life, with someone who knew them as well as you. Someone who tried as hard as you. Some who cared as much as you. You. Their darkest secrets include you at every corner. Not in this foolish servant and master relationship. Not as a superior and worker. But as equals. They wished for a life where they could offer you everything you do them and more.

But again, that’s just wishful thinking, and the devil doesn’t have time for wishes.

[flippinpancakes64]

The Cullens at the Club

My requests are open if you have a silly scenario you want to see these fellers in!

Edward:

^ his face the whole time

jk jk

He only agreed to tag along so that he could keep you out of harm's way

Doesn't need to drink and doesn't want to

I feel like he would be silently judgemental if you have more than three drinks

He would hold your drinks while you go to the bathroom tho

His favorite part would be dancing with you

Of course he would prefer to do it somewhere that isn't so crowded...

But he makes do

Told himself beforehand that he wouldn't get into a fight with anyone

But if anyone were to touch you without you knowing...

He had to have a talk with Carlisle afterward about controlling anger around humans

8/10 club partner he would prefer to be home

Alice:

The BEST

She has some rave outfits she never gets to wear...

And one of them might happen to randomly be your size...

She's a little crazy I feel like she would love to let loose

They have to act human around humans all the time

But at the club?

No one there's gonna notice if you're ice cold, not blinking, not breathing, or if you look odd

They are there to party

And so is Alice

She thinks it's funny if you get drunk

She will take very good care of you but she will also take videos and pictures

I feel like she'd have a couple drinks just for the hell of it

Not like she would feel anything but she likes the color of the pretty drink <3

Another dance floor maniac

Literally tearing it up, cutting a rug, if you will

She has a blast

11/10 she's the life of the party

Jasper:

Hoe repellent

Mr freak over here is literally scaring the hoes

If anyone makes the mistake of bumping into him they are guaranteed to stay on the far side of the club for the rest of the night

Good thing you aren't here looking for someone because he is the opposite of a wingman

Poor guy is trying his damnedest not to freak out and kill someone

He only came with you because you begged that you really wanted him there

When he felt your fear at being in a club with men you don't know he agreed

He's lowkey (highkey) regretting it tho

The lights are too much, the music is too loud, there's too many people, the smell of blood is SO strong

If he was a human he would have passed out by now

Jumps at any opportunity to leave

You were dancing and stumbled a little?

Ok time to go home

A guy made eye contact with you for half a second?

That's enough, home time

Will need like 5-7 business days to recover

1/10 sorry

Rosalie:

She's not really into the club scene

She has always been more family-oriented after all

But she'll go just to hang out with you

Seeing all of the young couple is kind of bittersweet to her tho

It reminds her of what she can't have

She's a little mopey

But take her to the dance floor and she'll loosen up

I think her hidden talent is knowing literally every dance ever

She can break dance

Not that she would

But she could if she wanted to

She keeps it lowkey tho

She likes seeing you have fun

Is the perfect support when you're drunk and throwing up

Will hold your hair and get you water

She's a saint the day after if you got really drunk

7/10 sort of in the middle but extra points cause I think she's pretty <3

Emmett:

Oh lord

He was probably the one to suggest to go tbh

He gives me MAJOR frat boy energy

This man has taken his shirt off and jumped on a table to crowdsurf before you were even there for 10 minutes

Monster at beer pong tho

He's not that interested in the dance floor tho he's the one starting bar fights

He thinks it's funny when drunk guys try to fight

One time he started a 20 person fight and he just stood there watching

He got kicked out of course

And banned

And the police would have come if he hadn't left so quick and if the camera footage was better quality

When he's having a chill night tho he loves to parade you around

Again, will fistfight anyone who looks at you weird

"This guy bothering you?" *cue WWE elbow drive*

Overall he's similar to Alice in that he loves to let loose

They don't get to do it too often and he LOVES it

9/10 minus one point because he got you guys kicked out of your favorite bar

Carlisle:

I think he'd hate a normal club

He would love like a high-end bar tho

Like the ones where guys sit in big chairs and smoke cigars and play pool

He's old money what can I say

But if you insist on going he would go with you

Again just to ensure your safety

Mostly he's watching from the sidelines

He doesn't want to go into the crowd of people

Wouldn't really want to dance but he would do it anyway

Mostly he just sort of nags

"I think you might want to hold off on another drink for now"

"Maybe we should go get some fresh air to give your eardrums a break from this loud music"

"You've had a lot to drink maybe you should go to the bathroom"

Brings down the mood a little bit

8/10 extra points because he, again, is a saint the morning after

Esme:

She might be the only one who downright refuses

Don't get me wrong, she cares for you

But not enough to go to the club

She's just not a fan

It's not her scene

She knows who she is, what she likes, and where her priorities are

She would suggest going with someone else

She knows Emmett and Alice love it and would suggest you going with them

She would be there for you as soon as you get home tho

Nice, warm bath

Your favorite food

Comfy clothes

And the next morning your favorite food again along with some painkillers if that's what you need

I feel like I can't give her a rating since she doesn't go tho

So we'll say 0/0

Vampire! Bella:

She's unexpected

At first she'll insist that she doesn't want to go, that it will be too loud, etc.

But she caves eventually

And once she gets there she is a different person

Screaming with the music, dancing up a storm, literally insane

It's a good thing she can't get drunk cause you can't even begin to think what she'd be like then

Of course, she is still aware tho

If she sees you getting uncomfortable, a guy is being creepy, you've drank too much, she is instantly there

Won't fight a guy but she will yell at them

She's more likely to be sneaky tho

One time a guy was hitting on you so she told him off and then sneakily cut a hole in his jeans so the next time he bent over his pants ripped in half

Very memorable night

Solid 10/10 she's fun but also caring

[multimilfs]

POV POV POV anything from agathas perspective (maaaybe smth jelly or protective 👀 im not picky tho)

hmm, this was a hard (but fun) one! i've been toying with some Agatha POVs in the new chapter(s) so this was a nice little exercise for that. not exactly what you requested, but i hope you like it regardless, darling!! i had so much fun playing around with this!!

also--spoilers for The Reigning Game CH5 below the cut

Agatha's POV:

"Help me up." Agatha demands.

When she inhales, it's choked. There's an odd heat to the feeling of her flesh sliding over the blade. Like the searing pain should be temporary. But it renews again with each breath, forcing adrenaline and rage into her veins.

The rage, so familiar and comforting, calls forth her magic, beckons it forward from that never-ending well somewhere deep in her person. Her power writhes in the same agony she does as soon as it surfaces. It claws at her, desperate for a foothold to pull away from the pain, from whatever is imbued in the fucking sword that makes her unable to rid herself of it. It begs for the pain to end. She cannot make it stop.

She lets loose a long string of curses.

Agatha doesn't know who this Witch is, but when she does she's going to destroy her slowly. She'll turn her magic against her so she feels the never-ending torment of her body unraveling. And when she begs for mercy, Agatha will give it to her; but she won't let her keep it.

Stupid fucking Witch. Stupid plans and you and biding her fucking time when she should just--

"Why should I?"

Agatha freezes. She holds her breath, which is a strange relief for her abdomen, though her lungs scream. She tilts her head back to look at you.

You, beautiful and kind and arrogant and foolish. You, with the sun at your back, surrounding your person in a ring of golden light. You, the problem and solution.

She really knows how to pick them.

There's a desire roiling in your eyes that intrigues her. Bloodlust. It lingers every time you look at her, every time you sit in silence long enough to consider how you might bring her to heel. Yet, in some deep part of her, Agatha knows this bloodlust isn't yours.

You're too still.

"Don't do this. Not now."

Your laugh is quick, easy, wrong, "I never took you for a sore loser, Harkness."

Harkness. Like saying her true name is beneath you; the Witch has kept that much true, at least.

“If you want to win, stab me yourself—don’t profit off of someone else’s fortune.”

She knows you desire her death for yourself, you always have. You've fought her tooth and nail every step of the way. Just like that day.

That day when she had outmaneuvered you, leaving your forces surrounded in the old fortress. Agatha hadn't seen the bodies she leveled, focused solely on meeting you halfway, as if called by some outside force. The blood had clung to her skirts though.

Upon her approach, you had wasted no time. You lunged, a flurry of blows and slashes so fast even she fought to keep up. You danced around the bodies she left trailing behind her. Even with the advantage of age and power you were quicker, flitting in and out of space before she could fathom how to catch you. A Goddess of beauty and rage and determination.

Agatha's familiar enough with manipulation--familiar enough with you--to see through the clumsy attempt.

Your head tilts, observing her like a specimen in a jar. Agatha's magic still roils and writhes within her, equal parts desperate to escape the pain and eager to prod you until the emotion in your eyes is your own. How dare that Witch alter what is already perfect?

“You don’t get it, do you?” You ask, “Being rid of you is winning. How it happens is irrelevant.”

The way out, wickedly deposited into her lap.

Agatha smirks through the pain.

Winning. Winning for whom? Not those masses your heart bleeds for. The poor and downtrodden Agatha rarely spares a thought for, but whom you had gone to war to defend.

The woven mask cracks, a hint of you peeking through. Her eyes rake down your form. Her head tilts. It's a shame, really; such a stunning example of fury, butchered by ham-handed manipulation.

“You’d be beautiful like this—if it was really you.”

the original scene (for context):

Lightness sweeps through your limbs. Walking away now would be so easy. It is your turn to have the last word.

“Help me up.” Agatha demands.

Her chest rises, though stutters each time as the pain of her flesh sliding over the blade renews. Under her breath she lets loose a string of obscene curses.

You tilt your head, your own voice sounding far away, “Why should I?”

Agatha freezes. For the first time since falling, she looks at you. You’re struck by the change in circumstances; not long ago it was you kneeling at her feet, begging. You’re seized by the desire to feel her beg.

You want to hold her heart in your hands and squeeze.

“Don’t do this. Not now.”

The laugh comes too easy, “I never took you for a sore loser, Harkness.”

“If you want to win, stab me yourself—don’t profit off of someone else’s fortune.”

You stare at her, hard; the paling of her skin, the way her fingers are clenched in the grass, palm sputtering purple. Her eyes are furious. There’s also something else there you can’t quite place.

“You don’t get it, do you?” You ask, “Being rid of you is winning. How it happens is irrelevant.”

Agatha’s lips pull into a smirk. It lacks the usual strength, but you still find yourself unmoored—fear creeping in where triumph was moments earlier.

Her eyes drag over you. Her own head tilts.

“You’d be beautiful like this—if it was really you.”

You can’t breathe.

[karamatsuboy-aj]

For @quartztwst no yandere au

1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?

Yes his parents are divorced he has three sisters he's the only boy he's currently living with his middle sister tho he doesn't feel like dealing with his mom and dad stuff

2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?

He thinks she's cool and kinda nice but sometimes in his brain he gets a nagging feeling that's something wrong with her but he ignores it

3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?

He doesn't sign anything Azul hands him he's his friend but he's always cautious about him they first talked to each other in board game club when AJ first signed up for it they're relationship is kinda odd like friends who act like they hate each other but will help each other no matter what this causes issues with people who have a crush on azul

 4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs? 

Leona- they're relationship is good and AJ has a crush on him but won't tell anyone

Shuu( @oya-oya-okay OC)- they're good friends a little rocky when shuu thinks AJ is being too mean to Azul so AJ tends to not fake fight with Azul around her he doesn't mind he understands why she gets like that I mean AJ does that with Leona (shuu is the only one who knows about AJ crush on Leona)

Quartz ( @/quartztwst OC)- she gets annoyed with AJ because he always around at the wrong time and the worst part is that he always has that damn camera taking pictures sometimes she hopes he doesn't have any pictures that could be evidence AJ thinks they're friends so quartz could use that for her own use mostly because AJ knows where everyone is at all times so if she can't find Azul she probably shyly ask AJ and he'll tell her with no hesitation she thinks he's too innocent to know anything

Jade- he doesn't trust AJ he feels AJ is like Floyd acts dumb but is really smart he keeps a eye on him

Floyd- he thinks AJ is fun to mess with but he knows better than to sneak up on AJ last time AJ gut punched him

(if you want your OC in this part just leave a comment for me or if your OC is on here and you don't think your OC act like that please tell me what to change)

5. What grade/year is your OC?

3rd year (18)

6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?

Help Leona graduate and to make sure no one dies this year not again

7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz?

Easy provide evidence and recipes that shows that it couldn't be him pointing out how it doesn't make sense and prove his innocence within hours he'll find out it's quartz once it happens and he'll pretend he didn't know while gathering evidence just in case she tries again he'll let it slides once but if it happens again he'll have the evinced to prove it was her next time

8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?

Yes he noticed but doesn't question it mostly because hey he carries a bat in his backpack but he does take a quick picture just in case it's shady he doesn't report it he knows a weapon for protection is needed sometimes

9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?

He's usually taking notes drawing and taking pictures when with Azul he plays games and points out loopholes in old contracts from the city he eats lunch on the roof alone usually it's the once place he doesn't have to constantly smile he relaxes and put on his neutral face that he never show to others

10. How are your OC's grades?

He gets all A's and B's never getting less even though he doesn't really try much unless he's passionate about the subject like art

Thanks for reading sorry if it's odd if you wanna know more about this ask away